LILY-BUTTERFLY

Chapter Eight Ivan ran over to the clothes line and pulled off a green sheet off the clothes line. He laid it on the grass behind the house. Next, he went over to the tub and took Gina out. He laid her on the sheet. Gina was still yelling and waving her arms and legs. Ivan poured another cold bucket of water over Gina. “Come on dirty old man,” she yelled. “Show me what you got. My horse is flying and floating, give it to me.” “I will give it to you all right,” said Ivan. Ivan rushed over to where Gina was laying. “Come on give it to me. You are more talk than action. Come on. Yahoo.” Ivan kneeled in between Gina’s open legs. He embraced her and stuck his tongue deep down her throat. He then with-drew his tongue and looked at her. Her eyes were closed. Ivan stuck his tongue in her mouth again and kissed her with the violence of a whirl wind. His tongue circled in her mouth and her teeth created the caressing against his tongue that send shivers up his spine. His tongue went from her mouth to her plump breasts waiting to be discovered by something other than her concealing clothes. He sucked on her plump ripe breasts and she moaned and moved her head from side to side. As if overcome by the interconnectedness of the whole experience he spread Gina’s legs and she opened them voluntarily. His erection was constant, dominant, and hard. Without hesitation he gently guided his penis within her undiscovered vagina walls. His penis broke the sacred seal of her feminine gateway. Blood gently flowed from her sacred door way. Her vagina walls closed in on his penis. Gina screamed the “moon is falling in on us.” She heaved up her hips and made multiple circles, then trusting upwards. They reached a climax together. Gina was a virgin no more. Together they had crossed the point of no return and the consequences waited for both of them around the corner of the next moment. Within the longest hour of their lives they had done one of the most unimaginable things that could be done. How will they face Nana Leila – mother – wife? Was Gina conscious of what was going on, did she do this unspeakable act voluntarily, or was she still under the corrupted, created, aura of Ivan’s deception. At this point not even, Ivan was sure. Ivan was recovering his breathing he felt a pain in his chest and like his brain froze. Gina yelled, “MORE! MORE! MORE!” She moved her hips in circular motion and opened her legs. His penis was still erect, and he penetrated her sacred door way again. Inside was hot, wet, and soft. She kissed him, and he kissed her back. Gina giggled and moan. “Yeah, yeah. More! Ooooo, oh, ooh, more, faster, faster, yeah. Again, she reached another climax. He did too. Simultaneously they ebb and flow together and held on to each other like being hit by a giant wave of ecstasy. Ivan was tired and felt like he was beaten to a pulp. He could hardly see. His vision became blurred. Gina still tossing back and forth simmered in the vibrations of her feelings of ecstasy, multiple orgasm, and hallucination. With Ivan’s deceptive actions and Gina’s shadowy participation the perfect full moon and spotless starry sky was disturbed. Laying on his back Ivan saw the night sky covered in thick dark clouds. There was a flash of lightening, thunder came, and a blast of heavy rain began to pelt down on them. Ivan turned, got up, soap Gina’s body from face to between her legs to her feet. Threw one bucket of water over her front, turned her over and poured another bucket of water on her from the back of her neck to her feet; washing her off, and picked her up. He ran inside with her in his arms and laid her on her bed. He dried her off with a towel and dressed her in her night dress. He tucked her in bed with the covers up to her chin. She was now calm and simmered into a mellow deep haze. Gina turned on her side, closed her eyes, smiled, and droplets of tears run down her cheeks. She seemed to still be in a crippling and sleepy fog. Her body became still as he watched her for five minutes. The only movement Ivan saw was the movement of her in and out breath. He walked away from her bed and into the heavy rain outside. “Now I have to clean up this sheet and the kitchen,” said Ivan. Ivan lathered soap on the bloody spot of Gina’s sacred first blood. He made sure he lathered what was left after the rain had helped to cleanse and clear the stain. He then went into the kitchen and empty the two bowls of stew into what was left in the pot. Ivan picked up the pot and took it outside. He got the shovel and dug a hole into the ground behind the kitchen. Inside this hole he poured the complete content of the chicken stew. “Mother earth, father sky, Creator of all things, please accept this chicken stew as an offering of repentance and penance for what I just did. You were my witness, so I do not have to tell you in detail my transgressions and actions. I am sorry for what I did and at the same time I am not sorry. I ask for any forgiveness that can be given to me a guilty weak soul. Oh, mighty Creator, please forgive me for anything and everything I have done. Amen,” Prayed Ivan as he kneeled on both knees with his hands in prayer at his heart. Ivan got up, covered the hole with dirt, and then wash the pot, bowls and spoons.