Posted from Taxi Murders Sextet Hyperfiction (c) 2000 Sean Farragher. All Rights Reserved. Comments are desired, welcome, and helpful. Please reply to: seanfarragher@msn.com Full site at: http://www.taximurders.com Angela Leven. Novel Date: March 11, 1992 Part II. Another Night or Day (Henry's turn) When done with one, the other would be there, Henry ready, playing with it, letting the bend in its neck show against the lights of the windows. Watching him, staring Angela waited for Henry. Reaching down kissing him. Henry on his knees now put his cock against Angela's breasts, rubbing between them. Angela ready again, catching her breath, feeling the ache in her cunt where Henry had ravaged, she signaled Henry, now, crawl forward speaking softly, curling her finger, beckoning. Brushing her mouth on his breasts, as she called them, imagining them as hers, confusing man and woman. Bite my tits, Henry laughed. No, you bite mine, she screamed back, and then in this odd circle they sucked the other, punishing. Angela finally said, lifting them up, offering, what only could be a second and third stretch to more and longer orgasms: "make them drip again." "Make mine," Henry called back. On other days, Angela loved to tease the two very great friends being with both men at the same time. They like it better that way for some reason. Switching between the men, their cocks, their mouths, she rubbed them inside her thighs, not letting them inside, until she was ready. Intent, focused, she lowered herself slowly down on one then the other. Inch by inch, slower and slower, taking their dear pricks into throat of her cunt she invoked the gods with curses. "Fuck, shit, fuck me cock sucker, motherfucker, daddy, shit, beat it baby, don't you stop, shit, no, make me come, you mother humping fuck." Sometimes, bored with holy drama, Angela would delicately moan when she was done, crying aloud that ragged animal sound, known by all and invisible. "Quiet." Henry loved silence, and Henry directed his silent, pained expressions, catching Angela in that after breath of orgasm, when she had finished him, licking the patch of his cock and he her clit, taking her whole cunt in his mouth. Covering her completely Henry probed her divided spaces softly, harder, faster, slow. So slow, at times, he would seem disconnected, disassociated. That was at least, what Henry had called it. As the beats of Henry's life and heart were not congruent with Aaron, pure delusion, he told them both. "I do not know you then," Aaron said, touching Angela's face, lifting her hair from her cheek. Not knowing her talent for mimicry, Angela appeared neither whore nor prude. Not lecherous nor calculating and often, suddenly, surprised, Henry would wake with Angela's mouth on his cock surprised by it all. ---------------------------------------------- These Sites reflect my life in writing and are offered to readers free of any cost to further share my work with ASSTM Readers. http://www.taximurders.com Taxi Murders Sextet Hyperfiction Novel http://www.farragher.com the Selected Poetry of Sean Farragher http://www.taximurders.com/lcfallon The Journal and Poetry of Laurie Fallon Copyright (c) 2000 Sean Thomas Farragher under US and International Copyright laws. All rights reserved. May not be re posted to any site without the express written permission of Sean Farragher. If you are downloading for your own reading enjoyment there is no charge solicited. Please note statement copied from ASSTR Site Terms and Conditions: ASSTR's Copyright Agent for notice of claims of copyright infringement on or regarding this site can be reached as follows: Copyright Agent 6425 South IH-35, Suite 105 PMB #288 Austin, TX 78744-4230 Email: copyright@asstr.org