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From: jmp@cyber-mall.com (Joe Parsons)
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Subject: Angelic Interlude (mf, romantic, outdoors, the usual stuff)
Date: Mon, 17 Jun 1996 09:44:55 -0700
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ANGELIC INTERLUDE

Joe Parsons


The following text is a work of fiction containing graphic
depictions of a sexual encounter between two heterosexual adults.
If such material offends you, please skip to the next article.  

**WARNING**WARNING**WARNING**WARNING**

There is a message at the end of this posting that could be
construed by some as offensive. If you do not wish to expose
yourself to this, please do not read *any* of this text, as you
may be offended.

**END OF WARNING--BEGIN SMUTTY STORY**





Finally, it had come to this.

I paced the busy corridors of the airport, glancing at the arrival
monitors as I walked.  Delayed another twenty minutes.  Damn!  I
had gotten to the airport over an hour before her flight was
scheduled to arrive, and now she was going to be over an hour
late.  Should I go have a quick beer to help pass the time?  No--I
wanted to keep a clear head.

This was crazy, I told myself; sure, we had exchanged hundreds of
letters since we first "met" online, four months before.  They had
been quite innocent at first, but then vague sexual innuendoes had
started to appear.

"I love to tempt men," she had written in one letter.  "I must be
some kind of slut, huh?"  I had smiled when I read it.

"I've just gotten out of the shower," she wrote in another letter.
"Gave myself a nice, close shave--and I don't mean my legs or
pits!"

She told me how much she loved going down on men--how much she'd
love to go down on me.

Finally, a letter from her telling me she planned to be on my side
of the country.  Could we get together?  I stared at the screen
for a long while.  Could we get together?  It was the stuff men
dream of on the Net--it seems as though everyone trolls for women,
but what do you do when you finally *catch* one?

I wrote back and said I'd be delighted to meet her.

Now here I was, waiting at the airport for a flight that was over
an hour late.  We had never exchanged photographs, so I had very
little idea of what she looked like.  She had told me what she'd
be wearing, and I knew I could stand in the crowd and make an
assessment of her looks before revealing myself.  If she was a
real dog, I could simply sneak away unobserved.  Too cowardly, I
decided.  Besides, we had revealed so much of ourselves to each
other in correspondence that we had become friends.  I couldn't
leave a friend--even an ugly friend--stranded in a strange
airport, far from home.

Suddenly, the plane was at the gate and passengers were
arriving--some running joyfully into the arms of waiting loved
ones, others trudging slowly, defeatedly into the terminal.

Then I saw her.

She was a small woman with long dark hair and olive skin, and she
struggled under the weight of two large carry-ons.  I stepped into
her path.  "This would be Angel," I said, reaching for the larger
bag.  She grinned at me.

"You're here!" she shrieked.  She dropped the second bag and threw
her arms around my neck, clinging to me.  I bent down to kiss her
cheek, but she turned her head and our lips met, gently at first,
then harder, lingering for a few seconds.  Her lips parted
slightly and I felt the quick flick of her tongue.  I smiled at
her as I picked up her other bag.  "This is all I brought," she
said.  "I usually travel pretty light."  We walked through the
early summer's heat to my car.  I opened her door for her.  She
flashed me a quick smile as she got in.

I unlocked my door and got in.  She was still smiling.  "Here we
are," she said, brightly.  "Now what?"  

"Are you hungry?" I asked.

"Well, they gave me plenty of peanuts on the plane," she said,"
but I'm still starving--but not for regular food.  Could I get
another kiss?  I liked the first one."  I obliged, leaning over to
her.  Suddenly she was locked to me, and her hands stroked my
face, my chest, then moved down to my hardening crotch.  "I just
love a man with a nice hard-on," she breathed, squeezing me
gently.  "Where are you going to take me?"  

"It's a surprise," I said, grinning at her mysteriously, as we
left the parking lot and entered the freeway north.  

We passed the twenty minute ride with small talk, shooting
sidelong glances at each other, sizing each other up.  Once our
eyes met and we laughed, breaking the tension somewhat.  We exited
the freeway and turned onto a two-lane road leading into the
foothills.  The countryside had quickly changed from urban to
suburban to rural, and now we were surrounded by tall, silent
redwoods as we climbed away from civilization.  We drove in
silence for another fifteen minutes, finally turning onto a rutted
dirt road leading into the forest.  We arrived at a small clearing
and I stopped the car, smiling at her.  "Here's the spot," I said,
brightly.  "Nicest place in the state!"  She hesitated a moment
before opening her door and stepping out.

We walked along the winding path, our footsteps muffled by decades
of falling leaves.  Finally we emerged from the dark path into a
small sunlit clearing.  We stood at the edge, listening to the
soft sound of wind moving through ancient trees.  Finally I took
her hand, and we stepped into the clearing.

I spread a blanket in the dappled shade under the trees and we sat
cross-legged together on the grass, softly resilient under the
blanket.  We reached for each other, locked lip to lip, pressing
our bodies together.  As my tongue probed her mouth she made small
mewing noises in her throat.  She pressed her pelvis against me
and I cupped her buttocks with my hands, pulling her more tightly
against my now hard crotch.  

After a long while we broke apart, panting.  I reached for the
wine, uncorked it, and poured two glasses.  She accepted hers,
smiling, looking at me through dark lashes.  "You're quite a
surprise," she said.  "You've never come on to me, all these
months--and now, here we are; this is something!" she said,
raising her glass to me.  We drank, then came together again, more
urgently.  I felt her hands between us, clawing at my belt.  I
released her slightly to give her more room.  In moments she had
pushed my pants off my hips, releasing my hard cock into the
sunlight.  She grasped my shaft and grinned, baring sharp teeth.

Suddenly, her mouth was on me; she had taken the entire length of
my cock all at once.  I could feel her tongue busy against my
shaft as she moved her lips up the length, sucking, then stopping
as her soft lips reached the sensitive head.  I've had plenty of
blowjobs over a good number of years, and I'd be the first to say
that there's no such thing as a *bad* blowjob.

This was a *great* blowjob.  Whether it was the way she used her
full lips to caress the head of my cock, or her rhythm, or the
sound she made in the back of her throat as she took all of me
into her throat, I can't say.  All I know is that it was close to
a religious experience that I didn't want to end.  As her mouth
moved rhythmically up and down my shaft, bringing me ever closer
to orgasm, her fingers toyed with my balls, caressing them,
squeezing them gently, stroking them.  Light stroking of the
sensitive skin between testicles and anus--all while her mouth
kept up its pleasurable work on my cock.

Finally, my entire body convulsed with pleasure, and I was wracked
with the most powerful orgasm I have ever experienced.  She kept
sucking at me gently, swallowing every drop I gave her, demanding
more.  As the pulsing slowed, then stopped, so did her sucking,
until finally we lay there quietly.  She held my half-erect cock
in her soft mouth, caressing the tender underside lovingly with
her tongue.  She seemed to have all the time in the world for
this.  So did I.

After a long while, she released me from her mouth and smiled up
at me with great satisfaction, looking at me through her lashes
with soft brown eyes.  She brought her body against mine and
kissed me deeply.  I tasted my own semen on her lips and tongue as
she shared the fruits of our shared pleasure.

We lay naked on the blanket, feeling the warm summer's breeze as
it dried the light sweat glistening on our skin.  I reached for
the wine bottle, pulled the cork and silently poured two glasses.
I hoisted mine to her, smiling.  "That was unbelievable," I said,
truthfully.  "Where did you learn that?"

She smiled at me, proudly.  "I guess it's just a gift," she said.
"I've just always liked sucking guys' cocks.  But *yours* is
really something!"  She grasped me, and I could feel blood rushing
to the organ.  I wondered how long it would take me to recover
from this last orgasm.  She began to stroke me, first gently, more
firmly, squeezing the shaft.  To my amazement, I felt myself grow
erect again.  She grinned at me in satisfaction.  "Mind if I suck
you again?"

"Help yourself," I said.  At once her lips were on me again, but
this time I knew she'd have more time to spend before I came.  She
knew it, too, and she moved her hot, wet mouth rapidly up and down
my tender cock, more forcefully than before, taking me just to the
threshold of pain, where the most intense pleasure lives.

I had reached orgasm quickly the first time.  This time, my angel
knew she'd have plenty of time to keep me in her mouth.  She
sucked and licked at me for hours, it seemed.  Her tongue was
always busy at some part of me, raising me to a plateau of intense
pleasure, but not quite to the point of orgasm.  It was as though
she were wired to my pleasure centers somehow, and could tell just
when I was reaching the inevitability of orgasm, backing off to
keep me from that point.

I was whimpering with pleasure.

After some succession of eternities, I could feel the warmth in my
bowels, and knew that I would be coming in moments.  The pleasure
built inside me, beginning at the soles of my feet, weakening my
calves, my thighs, then infusing my cock and balls.  I heard loud
animal cries reverberating among the trees and knew somehow that
it was me.

My swollen balls tightened, then released their load of semen into
my angel's hungry mouth.  I'm not sure, but I think I blacked out.
I wondered if this was what heaven was like.

I lay on the blanket, limp, panting and damp as my angel stroked
my belly with her long red nails.  Why hadn't I noticed the long
red fingernails before? I wondered.  She reclined on one elbow to
look at me.  Her full breasts were close to my chest and I pulled
her closer to me so that our skin touched.  She hooked one leg
over my hip, pulling me closer to her.  

Idly, I stroked first one large nipple, then the other, feeling
them grow hard under my fingers.  She sucked in her breath through
clenched teeth as I touched her.  She pulled my body closer to
her.  I cupped one soft ass cheek with my hand and her hips began
to move rhythmically.  I pushed her onto her back.  She didn't
resist, looking up at me through half-closed eyes.  Her legs were
slightly parted, and her prominent, swollen lips were deep pink
from arousal.  Gently I pushed her legs farther apart, so that her
clean-shaven pussy was completely exposed to me.  I brought my
face down to her belly, kissing the soft skin, moving slowly down
to the joining of thigh and belly.  I traced the warm, moist skin
with the tip of my tongue, hearing her breathing increase its
tempo, smelling her arousal.

Her small clit was beginning to emerge from its hood, and I traced
the outline of her full outer lips with the tip of my tongue.  She
had told me once in a letter how her pussy was very small and
tight, and now I could see what she meant.  I wondered in vanity
for a moment if she would be able to accommodate me.  As I pressed
one finger into her gently, then another, feeling how wet and
slippery she was, I knew I would fit just fine.  As my tongue
explored the entrance to her vagina and my fingers probed inside,
her hips began to undulate from side to side.  I brought my mouth
to her wet pussy and was rewarded by hearing her sharp intake of
breath.  I put my hands under her ass to raise her cunt to my
mouth.  The juice of her arousal flowed freely, filling my mouth,
coating my face.  I sucked at her cunt, taking first one swollen
lip, then another between my lips, sucking, nibbling.

I took her firm clit between my lips, sucking at it gently, then
flicking at its tip with my tongue.  She was making inarticulate,
growling sounds from somewhere deep in her throat.  I pushed my
index finger into her slippery canal, then turned my palm upward,
probing for her elusive, sensitive g-spot.  Her sudden squeal told
me I had reached it.  I stroked the spot gently with the tip of my
forefinger, then began to roll her hard clit with my thumb.  The
growling sounds she made grew louder and deeper, as if we had been
transported millions of years into the past and were carrying the
weight of creating an entire race as we lay coupled in that warm
sunlight.  

She cried out over and over again, calling out my name, singing a
passionate scale from guttural growl to impassioned shriek.  I
don't know how many times she came--maybe she doesn't know,
either.  After a long while, her sounds became more quiet, until
finally she was limp, her breasts heaving.  

I was anything but limp, though, and I laid my body full length
against her, my hard cock poised at the entrance to her pussy.
Suddenly, I was inside her.

It was as though her vagina had reached out to draw me into her
body.  I could feel her tightness as her strong muscles grasped my
shaft.  I began to move slowly in and out of her, the full length
of my cock.  With each stroke I could feel her pussy contracting
rhythmically around me.  With each long stroke I would withdraw
just to where her pussy was tightening around the sensitive spot
where shaft joins head, then plunged deeply into her, burying the
organ to its base.

Each time I stroked into her pussy, she let out a short, guttural
sound of feral pleasure.  I plunged in and out of her faster and
faster, now eager to shoot yet another load of semen deep into
her, where it belonged.

I was breathing harder now, and I fucked her faster and faster.
My balls smacked against her ass with each new stroke, and our
mingled cries were the sounds of two mindless, prehistoric animals
rutting in this deserted forest.

Suddenly, seemingly without warning, we climaxed simultaneously
and loudly, rolling off the blanket, feeling small twigs and grass
on our naked, sweaty skin.  I clutched her slick body to mine.  My
soft penis fell out of her cunt, followed by the milky flow of my
semen.  I brought my fingers to her tender pussy, scooping up the
pearlescent fluid, bringing it first to her lips, then to mine.
We kissed deeply as the light faded, casting long shadows through
the trees.  The afternoon's warm breeze was turning chilly.  We
finished the wine for warmth, but soon even that was no protection
against the cool evening.  Reluctantly, silently, we dressed, then
gathered the blanket and the remains of our picnic.  We held hands
as we walked down the gentle slope to the car.

I opened the passenger door for her, but she stood there for a
long moment, looking up at me.  Suddenly she was in my arms again,
kissing me deeply, desperately.  I stroked her cheek gently,
looking into her face in the darkness.   "Once you've caught an
angel," I said, "nothing's ever the same."

"You mean, we'll be together again?" she asked, suddenly
brightening.

"Count on it, my angel.  Count on it."

**************************************

(C)1996 Joe Parsons


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