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From TxM6 Taxi Murders Sextet Hyperfiction Novel
http://www.taximurders.com/
TxM6 is entirely a work of fiction for adults only.
Copyright (c) 2000 Sean Farragher
Laurie/Marylise
Another "Dirty" Incest Story
"Dreams continue, Dear Henry," Laurie said. "I am your
daughter. My name is Marylise."
At one pause in the dream, Laurie suggested more than incest
to Henry. Pretending to be Henry's actual fifteen year old
daughter, Marylise, Laurie played the mental edge she had
known as a child.
Whispering in Henry's ear while they fucked, she rubbed the
taboo against Henry's ass. Thrusting her tongue inside,
speaking between gasps, using two fingers and sometimes
three, she drove her fingers inside to the second knuckle.
Penetrating his throat, she rutted his sphincter driving his
pump soft in a more difficult and less satisfying
ejaculation.
"Fuck Marylise," Laurie screamed when Henry came. "You cannot
refuse her. Just show some interest. She will actually help
you get over your revulsion. Find out what you have missed.
No one gets second chances."
"Henry darling," Remember when you drove me home from the
school back in '80. I had stayed after school to talk with
you but I missed the late bus. I lied when I told you my
mother didn't have a car. You could have had me and Marylise
that evening. You laughed at my suggestion to have dinner. I
don't know why you laughed. Mother was there."
You say it never happened. That's bullshit. Remember last
year, you corrected my journal for 1980 and pointed out I was
14 not fifteen. I had written my age in the margin with the
calendar year and date. Assuming, I was born October 20,
1965, in April 1980, I would have been 14 and not fifteen.
Now that I had have added Marylise to our fantasy, you don't
remember. You have no reason to be afraid. Nothing happened.
"I simply do not recall," Henry insisted. I am not worried.
My reputation is fully blemished, just don't know why I am so
proud of it," Henry added touching Laurie's face, rubbing an
extraneous curl of lipstick from her mouth."
"Henry, fuck no, you have to accept. I insist that you do.
Remember how I showed you my thighs in class, pulling my
dress up. I brushed my tits against your arm when you helped
me getting out of your car. You recall how my mother was
laughing. I just told her I wanted to fuck you. Mother Helena
would have welcomed you. "
Calling Henry, Laurie tells Henry what it was like to fuck
Marylise back in 1980. You "would have been 38. I can bring
you back there, show you. I have the video tapes of my
memory. Things that could have happened but did not."
Pulling the videos out, they unravel by themselves. Laurie in
a rage collects them, losing order; she runs mad. "I can live
it all," she yells at Henry. "I am the spirit mother the good
mother, the dead mother, and the fucken mother of the earth.
"
Marylise remember, I am the mother. We are trinity. My clit
arranged in pure spirit fucks the holy sigh."
[Loud noises appear in the background. Car muffler and a door
closing.]
"Quiet, out there, no interruptions. "Listen, Henry, this is
important. If Marylise resists, I will hold her down while
you fuck her. I will hold both of us in the mix of that
intercourse."
"Henry," Laurie said. "I am Marylise."
DREAM
Marylise and Laurie stood on the top of the mountain. Henry
reached high toward the skin reflecting light from the top of
the broken crest. Nothing paused.
The storms grew louder as Marylise and Henry waited to be
swept away. Neither waves nor calm ravaged uterus or
prostate. There was no fucking. Marylise could not be passed
through the isles of childhood. Held in space as any fifteen
year old girl with a million year mind, she was an ordinary
teenager.
Marylise materialized only in dreams. Murder as a morality
play character has only accomplice. Marylise preferred
to preach about the evil of serial murder. She told the story
of the sociopath, the Man Called Abel. She said the brains of
the scheme was his half sister, the Woman called Lilith .
Laurie repeated the questions often. It helped her remember.
Abel and Lilith will capture us but we will defeat them, she
told Abel. Marylise, meanwhile was blowing in Laurie's ear.
MARYLISE
Marylise was dark black inside Laurie's auburn hair. Her
white skin and black eyes burned when she was flashing her
cunt to beat cops or sucking Detectives for protection.
Laurie desired Marylise. It was more than masturbation.
Laurie lifted her skin and opened the next page. Laurie was
pleased Marylise had started.
Towering over 5 foot two Marylise, six foot Laurie carried an
arbor of and trellis of ordinary white and red wild roses.
The blooms were much smaller, and the plants seem emaciated.
Laurie laughed winding Marylise into a funeral wreath. No,
Marylise does not die. Laurie will survive and Aaron and
Henry will fuck again Angela alone and together.
When sexually provoked, Marylise does flash her teeth
appearing ferocious. Rising from the wicker chair where they
sat, together, hand in hand, one or the other, either Laurie
or Marylise would levitate to the most distant place in the
room. Moments later, after their flight, they reversed
directions. That oscillation can never be stopped by any act
of will. Laurie loved how she came in alternating pulses.
This is the story how Laurie became, indecently her own
discipline. "I am more than Victoria Secret" she claimed. "I
love wearing that silly pull em up push em up bra."
When Laurie swallowed Marylise's cunt, she pushed down on
herself to swallow her own cock and pussy in one gulp.
Shaking from the inside, Laurie waited for miracles now that
she had paid for it. Nothing transformed and Marylise called
Henry a liar and Laurie an ignorant cunt. No one really cared
about the names people used when they ran out of explanations
for "Laurie's miracle, as her acts were called by the people
of North York in Toronto.
"See what happens Laurie, Marylise screamed when you tell
anyone about what has happened."
Marylise believed that if they shared the dreams, they might
lose control.
Marylise insisted that Laurie not to tell Henry. In turn,
Laurie said of course not to Marylise, but then showed Henry
the trails of childhood. Marylise held her breath promising
to drop dead and disappeared.
LAURIE
I must teach Henry how to touch Marylise. She is my opposite.
I know it confuses Henry when I respond differently every
time we make love.
Have I told you that Marylise has eyes like oxides of Tin and
Bismuth
Henry, kneel to our hands. Hold me up while you lick my cunt
from the inside to the outside. Marylise, show Henry your
tits, Laurie directed. They're so much larger than mine,
right Henry. Won't they keep you busy. Imagine she is 15 and
wears a 38D bra. A great noise sounded. Henry falls on his
knees to suck all four tits at once.
"See that how he acted, Marylise . . . that's instinct. When
he sucks, Henry's a child growing smaller, and his bite can
contain your tit until he drowns.
Henry nurses, and Laurie watches Henry curling his fingers
round her neck, opening and closing his fist just like an
infant. Henry tells Marylise he will photograph her if she
likes. Are you 12 or 14?
MARYLISE
Marylise returns and speaks directly. She's pissed. "Laurie,
come here. Henry cannot hear. I do not want you to share our
mind with him. I must be kept private. Feed him all of you as
a diversion. Forget our tits and cunts. Let him lead, but
you direct his dreams. Just leave me out of this, Laurie.
Leave me the fuck alone.
HENRY
There is no God in Laurie or Marylise. I have collected all
the myths. The first time I fucked Laurie was at a party for
some blow dealer Laurie knew in Soho.
Stoned on European hash, the evening was more drugs than a
fucking although an orgy was openly taken place in a room
without a door off the long old fashion hallway inside the
pre war apartment where Laurie and I had crashed.
Three girls, one straight guy and an extra short gay madman
were fucking in a daisy chain. The madman giggling begged
Laurie to fuck his ass with an eighteen inch stainless steel
double dildo.
Laurie begged him to hold Marylise and do her. Marylise
ignored him. The man seeing only one woman was confused by
Laurie's syntax.
Henry told the guy that there were other personalities inside
with her.
"Take her word for it, Henry said, and if she wants to fuck
your ass, be my guest. I won't even watch. I laughed too the
first time, now she tells me the voice inside is my daughter,
15. I believe Laurie, Henry said.
While Henry was laughing, Laurie got up, fell to her knees
and began sucking the watchman who pretended to be working as
a door guard. She got her way. I was fascinated how she
played with his cock, pushing the uncut foreskin forward and
back working it.
"He was hung," Marylise said. "I told her I wanted him."
Laurie told the watchman to not fuck Marylise that she was a
minor. Do not believe anything she says.
The watchman said, sure lady, anything you say, and he sat
down and Laurie swallowed all of him, letting his cum drip
from her mouth. When she tried to kiss Henry, he pulled back,
but Laurie and Marylise insisted, and he did.
LAURIE
"I was lucky," Laurie said. He died of AIDS in 1985.
GENESIS
In 1992, in Fort Lee NJ, Adam was born fully formed from the
soul of Lilith. Eve was sold as a BDSM slave to a hard core
gay massage parlor and bath in Chelsea. Laurie sat back and
watched the performance.
Later, Laurie told Henry that Lilith grew from the snot in
her own throat after you sucked my pussy. We are after all
one swallow of shit in dark Isis' throat.
As Laurie watched wistfully, Henry and Marylise danced
Renaissance trifles fucking between the pauses in the music.
Henry pulled her bare cunt up to his waist and they rutted
with syncopation.
Henry saw Laurie as white music (not racial) and she saw him
as invisible and physical.
LAURIE
Laurie continued her dream running the ridge of her hand into
the wet and almost hairless crease of Marylise, picking her
up by her cunt and carrying her to bed. Watching herself in
orgasm, Laurie shook
"Is it epiphanies that touch," Laurie asked? Is the morning a
blank space in memory? Will the 2001 millennium pass not
noticed.
"Everything floats within the self," Marylise said.
The essence of this dream is that Laurie dreamed of Henry
fucking Marylise while fucking Laurie. Laurie had proved to
Henry that there were two women. Henry agreed because he
heard two complete orgasms in alternating measures.
"How can you miss them," Laurie said. "They last for hours
and the rise and fall are not the sum or the difference of
their sine's and cosines. A squared plus B squared still
equals C squared. We share that hole. I can feel her
belly shift, and tumble, and I feel the ache, almost painful
pleasure when her nipples, so small, enlarged by my will,
bitten by Henry flow into perfectly sweet blue highlighted
mother's milk."
"Henry," I am your Director. "Lick my cunt and Marylise every
day. I will hold us open for your flashlight if you cannot do
us in daylight."
HENRY
Inside Laurie's dreams, Henry counts the sexual permutations.
Vitals and parts change from thin to fat, small boned to
large, from hymen blocked cunt to the black hole he had
photographed with high speed infrared. Laurie splits her legs
wide like a dancer and orders Marylise to do the same.
Meanwhile, Henry fucks one and fondles the other. Scissoring
their legs like water dancers, Henry places dildoes
everywhere. When Henry comes, when the Marylise and Laurie
have merged, he writes down the details in his "Walkabout"
journal.
Parenthetically, Henry calls them "Walkabouts" after that
famous Australian tennis star. Goolagong. Other entries he
calls "Weather Reports." The latter group intending to be
factual merge with dreams when he realized there was no
difference between the virtual and real worlds.
MARYLISE
Marylise kept a catalogue of Henry's work. She charted the
changes in style, in work habits in the number of times the
characters get laid in any story. She packaged the changes in
the 1960s as and called it that benign sexual revolution
symbolized by Lucy in the sky with diamonds. Marylise got off
on them masturbating while Laurie obsessively retyped them
four times one day and three times the next.
LAURIE
"I know Henry fucked you last night Marylise. Is that what
you want to confess? Don't mind at all, he made me come and
you know it. You felt nothing until I let you and then me.
That is the confession you ought to hear. At this moment we
Is same person with two separate voices. As much as we want
to separate we are like Siamese twins with one brain stem but
a different cortex.
HENRY
Henry marveled at Marylise's resilience. He respected how she
buried her mind in his when they paired. Yes, an apt word,
"paired." No other word for sex was possible in a primordial
garden. None were permitted. Yes, I know Laurie, that was
before Lilith seduced Adam with secondary sins. Let me ask
Marylise this, Laurie. You should know as well. How many ways
can my finger or tongue lick, touch, breeze, excite a clit or
the tip of a prick in one lifetime. There is one answer. No,
I will not tell you.
LAURIE
Yes, the whole prick that is the answer, Laurie shouted. I
want it deep in my fucken throat. When I disgorge it I will
leave my tongue stuck inside the tip. Do you want that tip
Marylise? It is kin to that dried up discarded foreskin you
keep in your wallet with torn tickets from Elvis's first
Sullivan appearance. That was 1955, right?
In her ardor, or inexperience Marylise shouted back, getting
in Laurie's face, screaming so loud and so intently, no one
could understand but Laurie.
Laurie laughed rolling doing summersaults.
HENRY, LAURIE and MARYLISE:
"Sit near me and watch me work," Henry said. Laurie told
Marylise, do as your father directs.
"No, I am not her child, Marylise said. "I resent the
implication. Laurie is not my primal mother. How affected,
really. How fucked up is that to be the child in spirit.
Sounds like some stupid fake TV show in syndication. Really,
if you must know, I wouldn't want anything from Laurie if she
didn't already own Henry."
Laurie snickers. "Actually, child," addressing Marylise,
attempting to brush the hair from her eyes.
Marylise pulls back.
"I want him for myself," Laurie continued. "It amuses me to
imagine him with you. It brings me back to when I was your
age. What are you now, 12 is that it?"
"Fifteen, and you suck."
"Darling, you talk like you're 10."
"When I was your age, darling .... Are you Listening, I told
you many times."
"Sure Mom," Marylise mocked. "What did you tell. OK I get it.
Is this speech number 4B or 23C. Seems like you say the same
thing every day, Mom."
When I was fourteen and a freshman in High School Henry was
the visiting poet at Ridgefield High School. He asked us to
call him Henry and not Mr. Whitman. I sure did flirt.
"What else is new Ma?
Now Henry says he doesn't remember that day in the class room
when I sat with my legs split out front showing white cotton
undies.
Yes, I know, Ma, now you say they were split up my to your
pubes and you hoped he would help you separate them. You told
this story at least forty times."
"I have not, Laurie laughed gently. "Actually, I wore my
mother's red ones knowing it was his last day in the class.
Your grandmother had gotten a gross of red ones for fucking
some freak. He was in the cheap panty fetish business. Every
time he came to grandmother's house, he would hide the
panties everywhere. Most of them contained dry come.
"Yes, I know Ma, he also left one sex toy that you both
collected. You are wrong Grandma is not a slut, she was
interested in the booze not sleaze. She said the red undies
would not stunt my growth. "
"You think I care mother," Marylise said. "I want him to fuck
you so he will come around more often. He doesn't like me. I
can tell. He doesn't understand kids who demand attention."
"You're being silly," Laurie said almost angry. "I encourage
Henry to seduce. I love women. It turns me on when he is
works them like a pro. When he fails, and he does time to
time, I deliver them to him and he can use and reject them
himself.
"You mean like me, Mother."
"I am not your mother. You are almost 16 and I am 27. Do the
math."
"You were fucking at 11. Remember I was there, Mom dearest,
like in that fucked up movie, I want Henry for myself. I want
him to fucken kick your shitten ass."
MASTURBATION
"You are yelling at the wrong person you know that, and
besides what the fuck do I care."
After those last words to Marylise, Laurie turns away and
sits down in an over stuffed chair. Lifting her dress up, she
rubs her cunt and then lifting higher, unsnapping her bra,
she milks them.
While Laurie works her breasts, spraying imaginary milk
(Laurie is pregnant cannot have milk), she orders Henry to
watch pointing out the details. "Don't you love her thick
nipples, how her breath's irregular. Then there is the gasp.
See how I control the pressure in her thighs and the moisture
that seems to leak oozing from her urethra. Trace it."
Laurie extends her finger and traces the leaking fluid from
her cunt. Using a hand held mirror her focus is perfect.
"Look how wet we are."
Reaching in her purse, Laurie, picks out several dark red
lipsticks. Testing them each of them on her thighs and belly
she picks the darkest. She tells Henry you know how I love
black roses.
Painting her nipples with the lipstick, she says that softens
them. Lifting her breast, the nipple stretches to her mouth,
so the tip of her tongue and then her lip can barely suck
it.
Almost the act of a contortionist, Laurie informs Henry that
she is getting Marylise ready for him.
Moving her mouth from one nipple to the other (hand and mouth
alternating), when she sucks the left one, she cries
"Laurie," when she licks the right, she stammers "Marylise."
Arching, Laurie's eyes glazed she is ready to come. Laurie
flicks her clit twice, begs Marylise "please help," then
jerks, head up, eyes closed, jerks again, arms fall back then
forward, and finally with a last jerk Laurie leans forward
collapsing.
Watch now Henry, here is her after shocks, one is about to
hit. Watch her belly. Put your hand there, and now here.
Marylise has come Henry. She is dark and silent. Just like
this shade of lipstick. I picked it for her. Marylise, look
into your mother's eyes."
When Laurie says "mother's eyes" Laurie smacks her face hard
several times.
"That was nice, Mom," Marylise said.
"I cannot see you, child."
Laurie was frantic. Her hands trembled. Laurie seemed to be
anchored to one spot. Unable to move she rocked on her pelvis
without moving her ass at all.
"Mom," Marylise said, "listen."
"Yes, I know. You are pregnant and you refuse to tell him."
"Duh, Ma, who else can it be. We haven't fucked anyone but
Angela and she don't have a dick."
"Yes, I fucked Aaron."
"What crap, Ma, you had your period after you did him with
Angela. Ma, I know. it's hard not to know when you share the
same cunt."
Marylise choose that moment to reappear outside of Laurie's
body. Reborn in the usual way, she came forth, as Henry said,
fully formed. Any impartial observer would see one woman.
Laurie rolled out of the ball she became after orgasm, picked
up her mother's shirt, put it on, saying she was cold, and
asked for a cigarette.
"Ma you are dying," Marylise said. I will replace you.
Marylise, also pregnant, becomes her own mother in a miracle
of last minute casting. She gives birth to herself.
Marylise as wholly her own mother is content. She accepts the
name Laurie Catherine. "I am my own child. Look like my own
mother. I am her clone." Ironically, Marylise is the one who
will cease to exist.
Marylise/Laurie writes this story out in long hand for Henry.
"I want my children to know how it happened, Henry. I must
tell the story. The Bible is one example of Genesis.
Marylise dissolved into Laurie. Laurie into Marylise. They
linger in their mutual orgasm. Laurie/Marylise tightens her
legs, opens wide like a ballerina doing a split. Spread apart
Laurie/Marylise finger fucks her own cunt becoming more
frantic with each thrust.
When Laurie/Marylise screams, her hands become cunt with a
fist in its heart.
HENRY'S APPARITION.
Follow my hands on the keys, Henry directs his own mind.
Watch my breath, my skin will open and teach you how I sign
my words.
Imagine you are a deaf women, but you can hear sex with my
finger tips touching your cheek.
Deaf men alternatively listen to the slosh of the cock in the
cunt; that is also distinctive.
"Sex Band," that new rock group, plays that tune as its
anthem.
When you listen to their music, the organ and its melodies
transforms red lips into bizarre faces painted purple and
silver. Kiss them. Use spit as the primal lubricant. Remember
you must handle nipples and clits as if they were a wide
expanse of new born mountains split by a river. The Viola
plays continuously and we practiced the snare drum letting
clouds shift earth and sky marking one heaven dark and drug
free, and the other white with a free market. In that context
the geosynclines of mountains become sexual fields
fornicating with their own water and earth. When the
mountains are finished and the new elements collected, Henry
knows and if he doesn't Laurie will scream at him that most
of this bullshit set up to help the government pay the rent.
If you look at the horizon you might notice the fornicating
field inside the copulating mountain.
Laurie/Marylise watched Henry bleed words. They soaked the
paper with blood and semen. When he leaves, I will suck the
remains. I have one question for the utility maker. How do I
lick indelible blood from the sand where Marylise is buried.
Swallowing the stain that grew darker not lighter in the
spilled beer, Laurie relaxed and she slowed down.
Surprised by cutting her finger, Henry sucks the blood from
her hand. Offering Henry her hand to suck, he playfully bites
her wrist.
When Henry sucks the blood from his own finger, Marylise
grinds tongues with him as he lifts the hood of her clit.
Marylise find her coil, and rattled apologizes for her
failure to control. In the end Laurie cries, biting Henry's
left nipple she comes with him.
Henry laughs at their obsessions.
Why is he laughing Laurie/Marylise asks. What's funny? She
hates when he mocks her. Now I know that all his female
equality speeches were foreplay for blow jobs. He is lying
when he says he believes in equal pay, rights and
opportunity. Knowing his bullshit. "I will doubt his
integrity," Laurie says. I must believe in his words."
HENRY'S BEAUTY
Starring into his eyes, into the gray hair, into the age of
his abyss, Laurie/Marylise rubs the tiny wrinkles and old
acne scars on his cheeks. His face collapses and expands like
cunts enfold. I want his mouth, wet, extending, making me
salivate when he lifts my ass, spreads my legs, my tits in
his eyes, and he nibbles that white morsel and I do come.
Separating more than I possessed, I derive the legend of
illogical equations. I integrate impossible domains.
Yes, I shall seduce him without consequences. I will die and
let him witness day after day of fakery and false horizons.
Nothing happens when time stops. Henry will not believe it.
When Henry and I announce our divinity, all will call him
lechery and me slut. Cunt, they will say. Stupid man,
careless man they will lead him to the block like that poor
sot King Charles and cut off his balls as well as his head.
They know not what they do. Truly.
NORMAL
Henry annoyed when he couldn't find Laurie, sat in a diner
drinking endless cups of coffee. He had searched all their
favorite places. He had a flight to catch, and when she
finally came into the diner, Laurie rubbing dark lipstick
from her lips.
Sitting across from her, Henry watched her licking the mirror
and fondling the chair rungs like cocks, half sitting on the
bed, wide open with her cunt exposed.
Henry realized the diner was an illusion.
Holding a hand held mirror applauded the dance of her cunt
opening and closing. She imagined Henry watching her. She
kissed Marylise. When she leaned into her own cunt, covering
her head with the veil, she opened the lips further spreading
the fan.
Finally, pulling, Ben WA balls tumble and jerk out of her
cunt. She comes with a thud.
Henry waits for convulsions. Laurie follows Henry's
reflection. Laurie is serious hardly smiling.
Henry has no idea that this will be the last night he would
know Laurie.
Taken captive April 10th, Laurie will escape when she murders
Lilith and then later Abel, Lilith's brother. So much for
biography
Picking the six foot 170 pound pregnant Laurie up from the
chair, Henry carries her to their bed, spreads her legs.
Laurie asks him to do her using that exact phrase. Laurie
says it three times, almost as Christ was asked if he was the
Messiah. Denying himself, Christ rose to resurrection after
crucifixion. Fucking Laurie, Henry spreads the seams of an
obscene pink wrap around dress that barely covers tits and
large pregnant belly.
Examining her face, and then the round and plump of her
belly, Laurie appears like a moon reflecting light from an
old round black and white TV.
Sir Laurence measures the progress of King Charles I of
England in some aged seventeen century movie that seems.
Could have been just as easily been Buck Rodgers. Henry
thinks counting the money in his wallet.
LAURIE
While Henry was fucked Laurie, she stares at his fingers as
they circle her clit, pulling it out, teasing it, then
pushing it inside making the hood and the clit itself
collapse on themselves like Euclid's axioms.
Starring back at Henry, Laurie neither smiles nor frowns. I
must memorize his tongue to learn how he curses. I will
possess his arms and fold them into my sheath.
Lying back on his chest Laurie felt Henry's ribs, allowing
her legs to envelop his thighs as if she were a spider
drawing silk into a tomb.
I might enjoy that making him into my snakeskin, Laurie
speculates. I want his arms to fold his shoulders through the
cloth of my mouth. I want the flood of my tits and his
nipples as blanket. I will make him dance as he bangs my
cunt. Am I the woman he fucked last night. Am I the one
tomorrow after my death.
Henry wanders the crisp edge of the top of her breasts. He
rides sudden dip & swell, not worn down, or nubile, but pulls
up racing his car into an open ridge of hills, a place to
wander. Kept open, he will fill them all with the residue of
ache he has stolen to stay sane.
Watching Laurie sleep, Henry caresses her upper lip. He wets
his fingers and draws them through her cunt. He knows her
heat and spreads them wide inside.
I love the heat of shifting skin, Henry whispers aloud. Henry
imagines Laurie moving closer to Aaron. My best friend, I
know you fuck him, we all do, but do you love him. I do,
Henry tells her. Laurie is sleeping and cannot hear him.
Unconsciously, Laurie holds his finger-tips like she would a
child's hand, and she presses his fingers half asleep to her
left nipple.
Opening her legs, letting the fur show, wrapping her need in
his blanket, Laurie tells Henry she will bleed. Do not worry.
it may seem a wound but it is not. Look at the mouth of the
cunt as wings, Laurie imagines sailing ships riding with
Homer and the Saxon Seafarer. Laurie and Henry watch anchors
fall to become the wood of the tree. Cursed to watch her suck
cock, drink come, fuck women with wooden cocks, Henry smiles
and is jerking his cock.
Laurie/Marylise imagines these steps. It is how Henry writes
and I play. "I love watching you work," she tells him. You
type the words, "flesh, skin, suck, fondle, and cunt, and my
belly jumps.
I am more than wet, Look. Feel. My vulva's thick, the lips
swollen like a river that has had too much rain. I love the
rain. Don't you. I wish I were in Paris and had no umbrella.
Yes, I know. It is all words, and Laurie leaps into the
keyboard, and every sequence of chords and melody that repeat
several times are disjunctive failed dreams.
Laurie imagined that moment just before you deliver a child.
They tell you not to push until the child crowns. You imagine
jewels filled with flesh and slight blood.
Laurie screams, wakes up, and tells Henry crazed, "What if
the baby is born too early, what if I fuck it all up, Henry,
would you forgive me?"
In the middle of the night Laurie wakes. She studies the
peeling ivory keyboard. Every action Henry took can be held
within three octaves. If I want his cock, I can seize it. If
I want to sing D above C, I can build that note into my cunt
to wear it down and rub myself off until I have no
competition. I am the soloist. Fuck the chorus. I am the
show, the main event, the feature attraction.
Hundreds of cameras will film my death, Laurie wakes Henry
and tells him. Another thousand play their mouth organs and
shoot semen until I cannot breathe in enough of the curds.
WRITING THE POEM OF A SEX NOVEL
Everything Henry types is lovely. Laurie/Marylise collects
the rolled up, spindled failed manuscripts and saves them.
They are part of the story and the knowing of him.
"What do I know, Laurie asks?"
Everyone, watch the cleft of the cunt merge with the real
cock/pink plastic dildo buzzing loudest just before the
actual collapse of the Empire State Building.
Falling on 34th Street the steel and concrete murder the
street and at least two thousand people.
Before I came, I felt the first urge to fall. It felt as if I
had conjured death. We will just dissolve, I sing my last pop
platinum album.
LAURIE'S BIRTHDAY
On her birthday, October 20th, Laurie returns. We fuck. Milk
Let's down for our actual child. Blue thin, sweet milk
dribbles thin down the depressions and heights of the muscles
of Henry's chest. I taste it with him. I run out of the room
find another man and fuck him. I rush back and suck Henry's
cock one last time. The sequence of the narration and the
order of the film clips is unrelated. As a romantic silent
movie, Henry, Marylise and I are the farce.
While fucking the stranger I do not come. I imagine Henry as
Billy who took my cherry when I was seven. I don't hate
Billy. He was a thirty year old child.
In my bed that night when I was seven I remember counting
stars. They were all black and invisible I imagined. No one
could see these stars, they were only mine in the banter of
artificial illumination.
Yes, I want the mean black, deep death fucking scream when I
was raped by Able. I want to give it back to that Hell. I
want the pleasure of a reckoning and I want the disease of
redemption.
I want to catch the stones thrown at me by widows. I will
throw them back under the ocean where Hades rises as the
earth declines.
I am the spirit of the fucken delta, as my cunt opens when I
come to swallow Henry whole as a whale could a lamb.
I will eat Henry like rye bread that I ferment in my cunt
with my father's semen. I milked my now dead daddy like a
ghost. Yes, my hands are rough. Sure. I will ring him Henry
like multiple alarms for my safety. He is the prophecy
according to Malachias.
Henry will not forsake me blowing impotent like pollen fallen
in the barren sea dissipating into brine.
Yes, I felt Henry enter me as the first man born. He was not
the first to fuck my cunt, but he was the first to be born of
my lips. I love how he kissed. He loved how my lips under
struck his tongue. I will always wear black-red lipstick when
I kiss him.
Playing with the layers of his mouth, I nibble like a
teenager when she first sucks cock in the bottom of an old
car, her legs pinned under her cunt. Yes, I will feel with
cock too. I will hold it in my hand and pee with it, and fuck
with it, making cunts take it, and then driving down, no dildo
can feel like this object. I possess it. I own Henry. I make
more of the ride of his life than the death of its end.
Thinking all of this, Laurie smiles, and glad she will die
first and not discover his body as he staggered to stop.
At the end for thirty days Henry would bleed from her as that
menstrual rite proclaims in the first years of menses.
HENRY
He refuses response. He is too busy, he says. He knew she
wanted him to lift her like that dark earthquake he had
escaped last year in Mexico City. Laurie told him she hated
this distance, but he persisted, as a tease, refusing to even
acknowledge the times when her breasts brushed against his
wrist or the feel of slowly invading thigh. He knew that
there was a greater connection than sex between Laurie and
Henry.
Yes, I know I am outside my self. What can I do here?
Laurie/Marylise teased Henry into more than a death leap from
the Bay Bridge. One final push, wrapping her legs around him,
she squealed held closer, pressing down into a clamp. Feeling
her heart in the tributaries of the Nile, Euphrates, Tigris,
and Liffey, Henry ate her as ripe fruit. Orange and lime pulp
made wine into blood for another fuck later.
Laurie/Marylise's hand shakes, but she holds her place,
asserted her domain. Held on to it while his mouth made her
nipples his last bitter herbs and last supper. Spread your
cunt, he directs, placing his whole fingers and thumb, and
his whole hand fully inside, Marylise/Laurie blacks out.
Henry steals her soul when she fucks and comes on his hand
making his wrist bend almost breaking.
In the end, of course Laurie/Marylise didn't stop. Brushing
her cunt with the back of her hand she knew the moss, clit as
first river.
Underneath the star of the lip of the mouth of her clit
Laurie/Marylise wrote her birth on sexy paper in her first
saturated sexual words. I was six, she said
Imagine finding your mind locked in sex without any escape
but another and another orgasm. There, no I want it better,
Laurie demanded. No quickies please. I want it not as spirit
or dream, but real.
Make it fucken real Laurie screams at Henry staring at him as
he hand rolls his cock when he jerks off like old faithful.
Laurie can not sleep.
More American Adventures in erotica and other works by Sean Farragher:
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Sean_Farragher/
Sean Farragher
Poetry Site: http://www.farragher.com
TxM6 Sites:
http://www.taximurders.com
http://www.taximurders.com/enfer
http://www.taximurders.com/lcfallon
http://www.taximurders.com/paradisio (forthcoming)
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