Message-ID: <22878asstr$951009003@assm.asstr-mirror.org>
X-Original-Path: not-for-mail
From: seanfarragher@msn.com
Lines: 137
X-Original-Message-ID: <88lobr$ep3$1@nnrp1.deja.com>
X-Article-Creation-Date: Sat Feb 19 09:39:06 2000 GMT
Subject: {ASSM} Angela Leven PART I ---Taxi Murders
Date: Sat, 19 Feb 2000 20:10:05 -0500
Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail
Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories
Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d
X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/22878>
X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com>
X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, apuleius

Angela Leven. March 11, 1992: Part I
c 2000 Sean Thomas Farragher
>From Taxi Murders Sextet: Hyperfiction Novel

http://www.taximurders.com



Aaron, "First Place"

After pleasant hours first on top or beside, Angela would pause then
nibble at Aaron's neck drawing a trace of blood from the surface. She
didn't really bite him. Hard sucking can do wonders, she told him once
when they first fucked.

"I am not a vampire, really," she said, laughing. "You be dead now, if
I
were one."

Kissing him she rolled him within the three multiple waves of her,
fucking him not so gently back, taking and releasing control. The first
wave sucked his cock. The second rocked it and bit at the head,
massaging the glans as she rubbed her clit against first his upstanding
knee and then he pushed, stuffed, and danced his worn but smooth fist
and rounded it at the edge to find the deepest part of the valley
between her thighs, vulva and ass.

Drawing out of him, partially, she would play with his cock, teasing
the head with her thick lips, wet from all the play, allowing him to
fall deeper inside. Finally, when he pulled out, almost escaping, she
bit at his shoulder striking her open hand against his back showing him
what she needed as she came, beating his shoulder with her fist.

The third wave was his -- her orgasm. When Angela reached it, she would
hold him, drawing her head back, making a harsh face, letting her arms
tremble, falling back, rocking still inside until the last tremor.
Screaming, as she left him, she would push his fingers inside her cunt.
Yelling at him. Feel the tremor. With each aftershock she drifted into
an unknown valley where another man, another cock struck at her face,
mouth, and finally cunt.

Inside that field, with this new man, Angela imagined her veiled,
sexual lips parting as statues. Rising erect, they finally accepting
the stranger's virtual breath, and Angela climbed Aaron's spinning
arms, falling deeply into him while the dream sequence ambled into
willow trees and cherubs wearing dildoes.

Sometimes Angela wondered what he felt when Aaron came. I often asked
him as I sucked him what he felt. Aaron rarely answered. She imagined
his flood as a great dam choking her throat. She begged Aaron to suck a
man so he would know how it felt. You would find out, she said, that it
is not easy to control that gag that reverses what you want to swallow.
Sometimes it didn't work, and she coughed, and the semen like noisy
rivers dripped down her chin to his face, and kissing him, he tasted
himself in her. She loved giving it all back. Surprise was best. When
he thought that she had swallowed, she would keep some as a treasure.
Soon, just after he relaxed, she would kiss him and he would know he
had been had, and then the rounds would start again.

Maybe he got hard a second time. It didn't matter. Using hands, dildo,
or strapping a cock on him (he had bought it for her to fuck his ass)
Angela expected to be taken in the ass or cunt or mouth. I want the
animal in you she would say.

Dramatically, she thrashed him with the pounding of her wide belly. She
beat him with her sex, way on top now, doing all the work, letting him
take her tits, ass, mouth, and eyes as one panoramic image. At the end
her mouth flashed when he came and the sparkle of her teeth showed the
luster of blood on her lips.

Having bitten his neck, ears, and nipples, Aaron ached, as he told her,
with sex.

"I love the flash of your mouth. It burns me when I watch your eyes
drop down when you come. Your fingers play my mind drawing prurient
images of life and also death "

"You never say anything," she said, surprised by him.
"Nothing to say," he answered. "I feel like you do."

"How can I ever stop feeling the whole belly of your glee," he told
her.

"More, she said, more. You are really turning me on. Let me hear ... "

"I know, yes," Aaron laughed with Angela, nodding his head, "soon, very
soon, he said, you will want my mouth to make your wings part."

"Yes, yes, "Angela whispered twice.

Angela, intense and focused, teased and attacked Aaron, getting him
into it (didn't have to try at all) so she would lick hands, eyes, and
ears not merely to show off, as prelude and extension.

What a merry-go-round this sexual Pentecost, Angela screamed her
invective like a purged rock dance inside the minstrel folly.

"I descend; I shrink down from higher beasts, she crooned"

"Not much lower, are you there," Aaron was direct?

Now, he is talking too much, Angela thought.

"You are a wild fuck you know that," Angela twisted, ready open. Her
legs wide. Cunt flared open. All signs welcome Aaron's broadcast.

Feeling that last large edge reached, compressed, Angela let her head
fall back, closing her eyes, she swallowed her own voice, and after a
long pause, she felt her clit, rubbed it, opened her lips, knowing
Aaron was watching the motion of her respiration and the trickle of her
wet.

"Yes, I came," speaking softly now. "I came so many times there's no
abacus that can count them. Can you wait five minutes and do it again,
please, just let your mouth cover my sex and suck it whole inside. Do
it the same way. Please. More."

"Use your Ben WA beads," Aaron said, almost serious.

"You stuff them and I will. Do it now that I am filled with your come.
Make it messy. Please watch while I slowly pull them out. Make a freaky
slow motion film."

Angela had left these words inside her lover's mouth at that instant
when the top was breached. Angela called it her bridge back.

END PART I



(c) 1999 Sean Thomas Farragher from Taxi Murders Sextet: Hyperfiction
Novel
http://www.taximurders.com

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
| alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> |
| FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html>  Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+
|Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository |
|<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations.         |
+---------------------------------------------------------------------------+