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 From TxM6 Taxi Murders Sextet Hyperfiction Novel
http://www.taximurders.com/lcfallon   (new work posted 8/1/00

TxM6 is entirely a work of fiction for adults only.
Copyright (c) 2000 Sean Farragher

Angela Leven. March 11, 1992: Parts III and IV 
(c) 2000 Sean Thomas Farragher 
 From Taxi Murders Sextet: Hyperfiction Novel


0995XAngelaLeven0702X3

III Laurie Fallon 

"Always love a foursome," Laurie said as she hugged Aaron, 
leaning back unbalanced against Henry, and finally 
gracefully braced against the bare studio wall, she lifted 
her leg upward like the exotic dancer she was, presenting 
that one sculpted gam to Aaron, almost as if it were a 
sword.

Not content with that sign, Laurie eased her thighs wider, 
marking them more open, letting her ass fall slowly down 
the wall leaving a wet stain on the brown enamel paint. At 
the bottom, she let her fingers find the groove of the 
space between her pubis and thighs, and accentuating the 
lines of her cunt opening it, playing with the inner folds 
intently she drew her own fingertips down the insides of 
her legs as if her nails would draw blood opening her ass 
with one last spreading screech and then smacking the top 
of her thighs, welcoming someone to sit down, as if the 
welcome of her body was not sufficient. 

As both men knew that they were welcome, Laurie shifted her 
face towards Aaron's hands. Waiting patiently, staring back 
at Henry, she wordlessly asked Aaron to start something.

"Now, fuckers, she whispered almost purring like some silly 
fake pussy cat mimic.

What hands he has, Laurie thought as the artist Aaron 
kissed her hair, face and neck with the edge of his two 
longest fingers, lifting a strand of the hair from her 
ears, and placing his lips carefully there, sucking in a 
soft dance the back of Laurie's neck where her red hair was 
soft and out of control.

In so doing, Aaron, always more reticent at first, could 
would freely caress her breasts, pubis, thighs and kiss her 
easily on the lips obviously sharing his tongues as a 
deceptive phallic fruit hiding from her as he kissed and 
felt her breast softly aching his fingers to the mound as 
Laurie watched him, wanting him to do more, pulling him 
lower, biting his neck, saying fuck my mouth, please and 
taking hold of one of the fingers (as it turned out 
Henry's) she sucked it deeply inside her mouth.

Henry stopped them when Angela walked into the room. Not 
that they had or wanted to stop, but they did, and not out 
of respect.

Laurie leaped up and kissed Angela full on the mouth, 
feeling Angela's much larger breasts against her own 
rubbing back they pushed and felt the other slowly sway in 
that subtle dance that they had perfected last year when 
Laurie lived with Angela and Aaron.

Wearing just one high top sneaker, jumping around, dancing 
as the stripper "Blaze Starr Herrig," Laurie threw her 
hands up, and said "I love being naked with my public, but 
I love it here more for I can get back and not just give it 
up." 

Angela holding Laurie, almost protectively, added her hands 
to the two men as they removed the last of Laurie's jeans. 

Laurie rosy cheeked red hair bare ass except for that one 
athletic shoe, seemed the perfect Sheelanagig (what her 
mother called her when she was drunk). 

"You are more splendid than Athena," Angela would offer and 
Henry would bite his teeth thinking of the feel of Laurie's 
pale white skin against his mind.

"Don't worry love, petting Angela's breasts from the bottom 
up, Laurie kissed Angela opening her mouth slightly and 
holding her mouth without motion until Angela released the 
tease and kissed the woman hard. 

Yes, I know you want my skin, Angela said. 

With that last word "skin." Angela caught Laurie and let 
her easy hands waltz up to the pears of Laurie's full but 
delicate breasts taking Laurie's hands in her own and 
kissing the palms.

Watching the men want them, Angela sucked Laurie's dark 
nipples, turning her face back to them, breathing hard, 
saying quickly, you have that pregnant look at last and 
with that she touched the top of Laurie's pubic hair and 
held the soft mound that was the sign of the child inside 
the skin.


2. A Second Look:

Framed by the double sized oak door and the gray light of a 
rainy day, Laurie's natural red hair and long slender frame 
balanced against the gray men and the black hair and almost 
gray eyes of Angela. The air was open and clean and except 
for noise of the almost frozen rain outside, there was heat 
was intense. 

Henry loved it when Laurie surprised them. Angela got 
wetter, and Aaron, slightly uncomfortable, because he knew 
that Laurie was the one woman he thought more beautiful 
than Angela. Aaron, so loyal, always added to himself. 
Laurie is not the artist Angela became, but lately, 
Laurie's poems, pure, intense, and filled with pain, had 
made him feel when she read them often late at night while 
Aaron painted the color's of Laurie on an abstract canvas.

Aaron would finally say on those nights, "You are perfect."

Laurie would smile back and say, "but you feel guilty for 
loving my poems."

"Yes," He would whisper. "Yes."

Laurie did not come often to these sexual gatherings. She 
preferred Henry alone, but today, feeling estranged from 
Henry, she joined the men with Angela. 

Laurie always knew of the planned afternoons. Invitations 
were never secret. 

"Less confusing, she told Angela, if I have sex with you 
and Henry alone, one at a time. I know our roles. I do not 
long for more. 

When Henry told her last night that he planned to spend the 
next night and day with Angela and Aaron, "I might be there 
too," Laurie answered." 

"I am selfish," always Laurie, the brown eyed red head 
shifted fast in the light, and Laurie laughed almost as a 
wise warning of something inchoate that would run into 
their lives larger than death or perhaps sin. Why did I 
think that, Laurie remembered much later. Why does sin 
sometimes play its notes as surprise? 

3. 
Laurie, only 26, like to tease Henry and Aaron about their 
age, telling them, how she preferred younger men to them 
most of the time, and then saying, you know I am fooling 
ya, and then she laughed again in a coy way looking at 
Henry knowing she had loved the man for seven years. I was 
eighteen when I first fucked him. He thought I was a slut 
and whore and that seemed to turn him on more.

Henry also knew that A&A as he called them were the first 
pair. I have my own, Henry would say. Not one of those 
woman, except recently, Laurie, was comfortable with the 
threesome of Henry, Aaron and Angela. 

Like palm fronds Angela's nipples and Laurie's hands, hair, 
and mouth dazzled them with an arbor of lights, colorful 
textures, and background. 

Angela was never reasonable and often dangerous. Henry and 
Aaron accepted all of it. 

Imagine being married to two gracious men, Angela mocked, 
taking Laurie's clit in her mouth, showing the boys, as she 
called them, laughing with Laurie, "yes, do it this way, 
she said, putting her two fingers on both sides of Laurie's 
clit, making it protrude, and then touching the tip of the 
tip of her tongue to the oblate point of its radiant 
centers.

"No, I don't mean you, she laughed, pulling both men on top 
of her.

"Why not us," Henry struck back.

Ignoring the specter of men, Angela whispered to both of 
them, speaking softly, "I came three times."
  
"What," Aaron teased?

Repeating it, not as a confession nor for information, 
Henry and Aaron certainly knew it, Angela dangling the 
safety rope down the cliff pulled memory up or down, as the 
whim of her sexuality decreed. Speaking, breathing, 
halting, I am still there, she said, always, your tongues, 
positioned, as I taught you swooning with a quick pulse, 
gathered, holding the crash inside, shattering the nape 
nerve, returning to the ambiguity of Avernus.

Angela, happy but not yet desperate held it back. She kept 
Henry there, and Aaron here at her mouth loving the 
tenderness and brutality of his kiss, feeling him leap, 
restoring the oscillation, squeezing inside. 

"Yes, of course, yes, I loved the leaking," she lied.

Reaching back, she thought, to dig his spine, and the shoal 
of ass, and then grace, turned up, insistent, pulled down 
to the worn edges of her halo cleft.

Now, I know. Henry assumed control. No, I let him, she 
dreamed, withdrawing, like a warm thrush or the spice of 
the mouth held captive on the slick of his glands. How I 
love the shine, pulling her head off Henry's cock. Wiping 
it clean, she smiled.

"No, I will never lose contact, Angela happy, cried.

Holding hands, eyes, or lips, in the tender of blue, Angela 
restored pleasure from grief. Pulling back, she gasped as 
Henry gasped and finally Aaron came too inside the hands of 
both Angela and Henry. 

"Wait I'm there," Aaron said, just before Henry tightened 
his hand knowing the pulse of a cock and able to capture 
it.

Henry entered Angela not hard, but quickly, sliding on her 
hot ice, pushing her back, deep into the grooves of the 
bed, grinding his pubic bone against hers, and then 
crushing her ass, mounted, high up, numb, almost, into her 
test. Allowing prick to bend and graze her clit, Henry 
twisted the earth under her ass, making the sky very 
dangerous after all. 


IV Doms and Slaves: Angela, Aaron and Henry

"Take my ass, you fuck," Angela said, "and now shut the 
fuck up, please. I liked it better when you were silent. 
"Sometimes I can't tell who or where the fuck I am," Angela 
stopped on the word, "up," perplexed while she kissed Henry 
and then Aaron. "Of course, nothing is ever perfect but 
what the fuck." 

Angela wanted perfection. I want to come at will endlessly. 
I want to melt she said into a sculpture symbol to the 
perfect fuck. 

"I am named after angels, you know, Henry," speaking as if 
she believed in them. Angels expected their men to be less 
and more than children. "Equal complements," she said of 
child and man.

"Who the fuck told you that." Henry shook his head, turning 
his back to her. 

At times, Henry and Aaron played passive to Angela's 
dominant. The switch was easy when they both were in the 
right mood. 

I get there easy she once told Henry when he asked her how 
she knew the right mood. 

"Look inside you," she admonished him, teasing, being a bit 
pedantic, keeping up the active stroke and demanding that 
he spank her when he came. 

"Hard," she screamed, "fucker make it harder. Don't be a 
pussy," reverting to sexist lingo, knowing how she would 
have hated that phrase five years ago. 

I have learned a lot about myself, she said to no one 
pushing her head and Aaron's deeper into the bed, bending 
their necks in an impossible position. 

"I really like to take and be taken."  I want to tie you 
up, Henry, yes you too," Angela said. "You game. No, why 
the fuck not," and then she tickled him until he agreed and 
they would play out the tableau. 

Changing roles like costumes, the couple played their 
magnificent game almost watching for the other, keeping 
their partner inside the lovers storybook as tenderness or 
the violence of a an ultra hard core bondage movie. 

Why does this all work, she asked herself all the time. I 
keep a balance she answered herself and I think the men 
love each other more than they want me and I care for my 
husband, Aaron more than I can ever share, and he is the 
perfect man without prejudice, always in balance, always 
clean in that he never puts his aches on others, and 
sometimes, I hate it though, she thought. He is too fucken 
perfect, saying it aloud to herself spying Henry who was 
almost perfect playing with her feet massaging them making 
her feel more than any hands could bear weaving the aroma 
of the almond oil with the spunk of dark sex on a trapeze.

Angela always had good words for her husband. She kept them 
in scale like they're up tempos or down ones. Yes, there 
were days when they barely touched each other. 

Hard to imagine, Henry would laugh, telling Henry how 
sometimes, Angela was so into herself she wouldn't let 
Aaron or anyone touch her. 

"Sure, I could watch her make herself come," Henry said. 
"Actually, I wanted it.

When Henry, Henry and Angela first made love, before the 
men agreed to fuck her at the same time, Angela liked to 
finish Henry first. 

Angela believed that most women, myself included, believe 
that every man had his own individual signature when he 
fucked.

When Angela Henry and Aaron together, "I knew them and 
their differences but at times, when I was stoned, I could 
not tell who was doing what. I loved the confusion."

'Swallow my cock," Henry said, pushing it inside her. 
"Don't let it start, until, my fingers, yes, yours too are 
there, feeling that Aaron strike, or was it Henry, when the 
muscles retch, uncontrolled. That's it.

"Angela," Henry whispered. "Lift god into your hands, feel 
the flutter."
 
Henry stood over them leaking his mouth to Angela's vulva, 
saying the word like the name of the flower. 

Henry like to take it all in. He would stare while he 
watched them grind for a time staring into each other's 
eyes, he would jerk off imagining Laurie there, or if 
Laurie were there she would catch Henry's balls while he 
jerked off letting the semen fly over all four of them, and 
Angela would scream, "don't waste it. Put it inside me. 

"I love the fluids," he'd say rubbing Angela's or Laurie's 
wet on his chest.

Comfortable, sitting on the floor or chair, Henry watched 
the fluids coat thighs, lips, and dick, glisten and leak. 
As he focused on her clit, Angela stirred into a second 
orgasm, and then as she pushed down from the top, harder, 
more ferocious, Henry or was it Aaron would bang her drum. 

Without withdrawing, Henry and Aaron churned the holes 
holding Angela up and then down, clinging. Henry moving 
left to right screwed her cunt and as the motion was like 
their breath, the pace grew rapid, quicker, as she felt him 
hit the plane of her cervix. 

Digging her nails inside Henry and Henry's neck, not 
cutting Henry's skin, she knew he didn't like pain, she cut 
Henry, and the taxi man schoolteacher bit her nipple back. 
He told her he liked the sharpness of her claws. 

Like a panther Angela's black hair, wild, shifted her head 
on the pillow, smelled response. Reaching up, she came, and 
when he felt the clasp, the push forward, her demon leapt 
and broke his back, so Henry and imagined. Shaking from the 
pleasure, marking the spasm in her cunt and ass, Angela's 
body lifted them up, pulled them back, one at a time, and 
when Henry felt the tension shift, relax, and tighten 
again, and again, four, six, ten times, he came first. 

The fucking lasted, and when she finished, they came one 
after another serially, flooding her. 
When Henry came too the pregnant wars shifted from the egg 
in the eye to semen in the mouth. My daughter is conceived, 
Angela laughed.

Oh, let it be true, Angela laughed. Aaron or Henry, she 
thought. Both had come in her cunt, Aaron first, an hour 
earlier, and now Aaron 
Doesn't matter to them, although they really pretend, and 
would be glad if the fates chose the right one. Who is 
right in the festival, holy or not, in our grief, one hour 
of night, or the swallow of day scared, and nothing else is 
torn down but ordinary conventions.

"The timing," Angela said later was marvelous."

Empty, neither of them moving for five maybe ten minutes, 
and only then shifting when his cock fully softened, 
released, and Angela, hoping to get pregnant, lifted her 
ass up, turning over, on her knees, allowing their semen to 
swim inward, drawing away their hearts into hers.

"I know," she told them later. "You both came in my cunt. 
What a lottery," Angela joked.

Laurie, when she was there, knowing she already held 
Henry's child in her body laughed. I have him, she said. 
No, not Henry, she admonished herself, his child.

The child is Aaron's, Laurie thought. Has to be fair after 
all. Yes, I know, sometimes it's not. How can we predict 
what is fair. After all sex is the only perfect aroma in 
the world. Look at Aaron, Angela and Henry. Look at me. I 
am filled with all of them. How can anyone be jealous? Yes, 
I know it is rare not to be.

Later that month, Lilith and Abel abducted Laurie from the 
outside the Gables pub. They just pulled up and threw her 
into the van. 
Henry didn't know that Laurie had lied to him about her 
pregnancy. Knowing Henry knew about these things, she told 
him her last missed period was two months earlier than the 
actually date. She also told the man she loved she didn't 
know the identity of the father. "It could have been four 
men," she mocked. "You weren't one of them. You hadn't 
loved let alone fuck me for at least a year. You jumped 
back in my life too late, and were a fool like most of your 
kind." 

When Laurie said this to Henry, she did not laugh. 




More American Adventures in erotica and other works by Sean Farragher:

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Sean  Farragher

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