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60. Making Best Coffee and Rectal Sex
60. Making Best Coffee and Rectal Sex
The Sun’s rays slant down through the opened Venetian blinds as Ali and Kimura lie together on the apartment's red sofa, she on its inner side, her face up, her head nestled in the curve of his left arm. Each one wears a blue yukata gown wrap; Ali’s is open, exposing small breasts, a flat belly and a hint of blonde hair; Kimura’s gown is closed by a black sash.
Thirty minutes later, a showered Ali sits naked at the kitchen table as Kimura, still in his yukata gown and standing by the gas cooking range, gives a lesson in making the best coffee.
"Ali-san, it is my atheist philosophy of eat and drink, think and enjoy because we shall die and our individual cosciousness shall end forever..”
“Yeah! Yeah! I know! When ya don't b’lieve in a soul or in reincarnation, ya only have this life t'enjoy because once ya die dat's it -- blank nothingness for eternity. So we atheists enjoy our one and only consciousness more than dumb religious people do. An't it so, Hon?”
“Right, girl! By the way, Ali-san, according to my studies in English, addressing you as ‘girl’ is not inappropriate, nicht wahr?”
"It’s patronizing but I love it and you too. But stop using kraut, you're not German. Besides, I prefer frog French. Dontchyaknow, my name’s Le Beau?”
“Bon. Coffee is part of the good life both as tasty beverage and for caffeine energy. Bitter taste is its problem because of the berry. That is why badly brewed coffee tastes so bitter.”
“Ah, gotchya!” says Ali, going up behind Kimura bent over the kitchen counter and flinging her arms about him.
He tries to peel her off but her right hand is around his waist and thrusting inside the slit of his gown. “Ali-san!” He removes her hand. “Later.”
She stands away from him, and cups her titties in her palms in a brazen body gesture.
Ignoring her, he continues: “The key to getting the least bitter coffee is cooking the beverage at slightly below one hundred degrees centigrade, or as you scientifically ignorant Americans say two-hundred-twelve degrees Fahrenheit, the boiling point of water. ‘Steeping’ is what it is called. Now allow me to demonstrate and while I do so, I shall lecture on other aspects of making good coffee. And please sit down. The nearness of you derails my train of thought.”
Ignoring her, he continues: “The key to getting the least bitter coffee is cooking the beverage at slightly below one hundred degrees centigrade, or as you scientifically ignorant Americans say two-hundred-twelve degrees Fahrenheit, the boiling point of water. ‘Steeping’ is what it is called. Now allow me to demonstrate and while I do so, I shall lecture on other aspects of making good coffee. And please sit down. The nearness of you derails my train of thought.”
“The nearness of you! Hey, I like dat.” She drops onto a chair and sits looking like a skinny Blue Angel Lola-Lola facing Kimura’s Professor Rath.
“To give coffee the full treatment, first choose the best Brazil. The strong Santos is my preference. Luckily, Alfonze is Brazilian and here is the Santos.” He holds up the coffee can. “The bean must be smashed, not just ground but smashed into fine powder.
"Hah!" Exclaims Ali. "An't this the Fine Romance? In sexy gown, explaining coffee?"
Kimura ignores her allusion to the famous song. "Why fine powder? Because the flavor substances that make coffee exquisitely delicious need to be liberated and this is best accomplished by smashing the bean. Since Alfonze knows this he has already powdered it, and note!” Kimura holds up the hermetically sealed can protected from air.
“So let us start. First to steep, I heat the water to boiling in this round glass pot.”
It boils in the pot and he turns off flame. “I measured enough water for four since we two may want seconds. By turning off the flame as soon as the boiling starts, it brings the water temperature quickly to a little below boiling point. Then I put two level tablespoons powder into each cup. Now watch the clock. It is important not to allow too much time for steeping because even at this ideal temperature, heating too long can bring out the bitter. So my rule is: five minutes and filter.” He fits a white coffee filter paper in a special glass funnel set over a decanter to receive and filter the near boiling beverage.
"Hah!" Exclaims Ali. "An't this the Fine Romance? In sexy gown, explaining coffee?"
Kimura ignores her allusion to the famous song. "Why fine powder? Because the flavor substances that make coffee exquisitely delicious need to be liberated and this is best accomplished by smashing the bean. Since Alfonze knows this he has already powdered it, and note!” Kimura holds up the hermetically sealed can protected from air.
“So let us start. First to steep, I heat the water to boiling in this round glass pot.”
It boils in the pot and he turns off flame. “I measured enough water for four since we two may want seconds. By turning off the flame as soon as the boiling starts, it brings the water temperature quickly to a little below boiling point. Then I put two level tablespoons powder into each cup. Now watch the clock. It is important not to allow too much time for steeping because even at this ideal temperature, heating too long can bring out the bitter. So my rule is: five minutes and filter.” He fits a white coffee filter paper in a special glass funnel set over a decanter to receive and filter the near boiling beverage.
At five minutes he announces, “And the coffee must be filtered at once to give uniform quality.” He pours two cupfuls. Ali grabs one and drinks. “Ooh la la, Kim! This stuff is so good it makes me sexy.” Kimura sits down beside her and she jumps up and drops onto his lap. “Go ahead and drink, Hon! I just wanna do the nearness a you. Yummie! I’m gettin' hongrey for my honeybun, Hon. I wanna eat Daddy oh! I mean du and your bist du schoen prick. Oops! Virgin sturgeon not supposed t'say dat!” She licks lips and reaches down between his folds of gown and this time he does not take her hand away and she pulls his stiffened sex out.
“Now allow me ta grease it wit' spit because, after all, you need a hole for your goal and I’m offerin’my barnyard entry so as not to take even a slight chance a gettin' pregnant. And the back hole really needs good greasin'.” She goes down between his open thigh, bends her head; and noisy sucking sounds start. She does it on purpose because she knows he likes the sounds of her sucking him off. She also has her own penetration in mind so after having raised his erection to be a hard pulsing pile-driver pole she climbs onto the kitchen table and gets on her knees with ass held high and shoulder & right side of face pressed down against tabletop so her humped up ass faces Kimura in his chair. A slab of butter is on the table and she rubs it into her butt cleavage. Also, Ali has not neglected to consider that she has not eaten in twelve hours and has no feeling of rectum full with feces, which aesthetically can ruin rectal sex.
Now, in pleading voce, “Give it like I like, Hon, puhleeze!”
She guides him into her back hole
To Kimura, rectal sex is perverse so he internally fights its desire, but now, the fight lost he mounts her and she, having the experience of many rectal penetrations, reaches around with right hand and guides his tip into her hole in what inexperienced recipients of this kind of sex might consider a too downward angle. But this is just to maneuver his erection’s tip into her back hole opening.
The lubricated tip penetrates at just the right angle that only a practiced receiver of asshole sex can appreciate. Then, with Ali's guiding hand tipping the erection upwards slightly, and by lifting her butts further, the hardened, stiff penis satisfyingly slides forward, giving Kimura a paradise of pleasure and Ali a painless satisfaction. With an almost imperceptible ‘pop,’ Kimura’s erection now smoothly slides into and up Ali’s rectum. Ali is by experience quickly pleasured by the feel of being entered both because of her ability to relax her muscle-sphincter and by the conditioning of past experiences. Otherwise, for a less experienced rectal sex partner, it can be a painful experience that appeals mainly to followers of Leopold von Sacher Masoch’s theory of pleasure from pain. Now, Ali excitedly moves up and down on Kimura’s rigid penis; and he, experiencing the soft furry feel of his penis in a rectum, grabs her uncontrollably and drags her butts against his groin as though it were the immovable object striving to overcome the irresistible force. Drooling, gasping and crying out, without caring who can hear, they go at it – he humping her buttocks and she grinding her rear so as to deeply seat his erection in her furry-feel rear way. All control lost, it is Kimura who starts the light at end of tunnel by releasing an ejaculation with an orgasmic ecstasy he never had before, due to the new sensations and the novel psychology. And Ali, feeling the force of his orgasmic coming, lets out a scream of joy, gives a final burst of back-grinding and then collapses on her flat front supremely pleasured at the idea of having given the ultimate in love to her lord, masterer and partner.
The lubricated tip penetrates at just the right angle that only a practiced receiver of asshole sex can appreciate. Then, with Ali's guiding hand tipping the erection upwards slightly, and by lifting her butts further, the hardened, stiff penis satisfyingly slides forward, giving Kimura a paradise of pleasure and Ali a painless satisfaction. With an almost imperceptible ‘pop,’ Kimura’s erection now smoothly slides into and up Ali’s rectum. Ali is by experience quickly pleasured by the feel of being entered both because of her ability to relax her muscle-sphincter and by the conditioning of past experiences. Otherwise, for a less experienced rectal sex partner, it can be a painful experience that appeals mainly to followers of Leopold von Sacher Masoch’s theory of pleasure from pain. Now, Ali excitedly moves up and down on Kimura’s rigid penis; and he, experiencing the soft furry feel of his penis in a rectum, grabs her uncontrollably and drags her butts against his groin as though it were the immovable object striving to overcome the irresistible force. Drooling, gasping and crying out, without caring who can hear, they go at it – he humping her buttocks and she grinding her rear so as to deeply seat his erection in her furry-feel rear way. All control lost, it is Kimura who starts the light at end of tunnel by releasing an ejaculation with an orgasmic ecstasy he never had before, due to the new sensations and the novel psychology. And Ali, feeling the force of his orgasmic coming, lets out a scream of joy, gives a final burst of back-grinding and then collapses on her flat front supremely pleasured at the idea of having given the ultimate in love to her lord, masterer and partner.
Snapshot view shows the lovers lying full length, side to side, she facing away from him with thighs open from rear, in scissors position and right knee forward - allowing maximal access to rectum, and Kimura connected to her by his still firm flesh wedged deeply in her rear. He has emptied himself inside her, but she, a rectal sex aficionado, is not satisfied, and, as long as his stiff sex holds, she wiggles and wriggles in an ecstasy of stimulation and, shortly after, has a second coming to his dry one. Then, his organ shrivels out of her hole, followed by dripping semen and watery secretions tinged with red.
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