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Angel In The Night
by Slim n' Dusty (slimndusty@yahoo.co.uk)
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A woman finds pleasure in the recklessness of young
male drivers. (FMM, nc, nec)
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Mandy parked her car by the curb. With her engine
idling she opened the window and peered over the edge
into the darkness. She paused briefly, wound up the
window and drove further along at a slower speed. The
first corner wound to the left. She slowed to a stop.
Through the headlights, she looked for any skidmarks
across the tar – a final act of reckless driving. There
was nothing. She continued on...
Sometimes, Mandy would find cars at the bottom of
embankments across this treacherous part of the region.
Many of the vehicles would be stolen, wrecked and then
abandoned. Quite often in these parts there were
fatalities. Most of the fatalities involved younger
men. Hot-headed young men on Saturday nights in small
neighbouring towns with alcohol fuelling their blood,
giving vent to their frustrated lives and a release
from a work-heavy week.
She first discovered the consistency of incidents in
the local paper. Local government had done little about
the dangerous road. As such, the local town morgue was
always busier on the weekend. She thought of the
futility. The loss of loved young men, the loss of not-
so-loved young men, daring to test their luck on the
road. Usually they were found in pairs - coupled for
seeking death.
Her blue sedan kept moving slowly, following the black
ribbon of tar squeezed between the rock face on one
side and a precipice on the other. The car approached a
rise with the road sharply curving to the right.
Another hair-pin turn but still a clean road. She
glanced at the digital clock in her car, it was now
just after midnight and the men would be out of the
bars by now. Fuelled up reaching for their car keys and
ready to test their skills behind the wheel.
Mandy’s car climbed a rise before she turned left and
drove along the narrow path to her favourite haunt -
the lookout. Here was a way for her to view the
surrounding, hilly area. To catch glimpses of car
headlights as the young male drivers would climb up the
steep, winding road that cut through the thick, wooded
area. She would sit with engine idling, viewing the
headlights along the road.
She waited for twenty minutes and a car approached
behind her, arriving at the lookout. The headlights
swept through her car as the vehicle stopped beside
her. She paused and then looked at the occupants - a
young couple. The woman driver stopped the engine and
turned off the headlights. They were settling in for
the night. Mandy tried to ignore them, but ignoring
them didn’t help, it only made them turn into complete
exhibitionists.
She listened to the sounds that began to leak out of
their car and into hers. She could see the movement of
limbs, entwined. Mouths locked in passion. The
passenger seat had been retracted and the woman driver
had moved over. Mandy turned on her car radio, loud
enough to drown out the lovers.
She wondered why it was so important for some couples
to go to great lengths and publicise their intimate
moments. She then remembered that that was the nature
of exhibitionists. The last thing she saw was the man’s
head dipping low while the woman laid back with eyes
closed, lips parted in pleasure.
Mandy reversed her car and headed back down the narrow
road. Just as she turned left onto the main road she
witnessed a momentary play of light - a set of
headlights disappearing swiftly over an embankment in
the distance. She put her foot down to investigate,
passed some sharp turns, a dip in the road and near the
inside lane she observed fragments of shattered glass
reflecting in her high beam headlights.
She slowed down to observe the road. The fragments of
glass looked recent, it was certainly not there the
night before. She drove on, moved her car into the
outside lane closest to the precipice. Not long after
she noted 2 pairs of dark lines making straight for the
precipice. There was no broken barrier to report it.
Nothing. Just the wilderness at night. She shivered,
wondering if the occupants were all right or not and
began to search for a place to park her car.
The immediate surrounds offered little space. The
shoulder of the road was too narrow for her to leave
her car there. She thought that just over the crest of
the hill, a little further down, was an emergency off-
ramp for vehicles. She continued driving, reached the
crest, and less than a kilometre down the winding
descent, she could see what she was after. She quickly
drove her car onto the off-ramp and found enough space
at the end of the ramp to park her vehicle safely out
of sight from the main road...
* *
(i) Mandy’s Diary - 12:53am. September 3rd.
Tonight, one happy girl! The car was upright when I
found them. They were still both inside the car and
hadn’t been thrown out during impact. Young men, as
usual, stinking of beer and whiskey. The man who I
suspected as Kevin was dead before I arrived (more on
that later). He must have got the Angel Lust on passing
(and that is in capitals for a reason) - he was an
absolute prize when I found him!
At first I wasn’t aware and didn’t check out his
birthday equipment until later. I found his friend
calling out to him in distress but he was slipping in
and out of consciousness and unaware of my presence so
I felt assured that my presence would remain
undetected. I would be the invisible angel, and finally
having my own way with two unknowing guys tonight!
This Kevin guy must have been about 16 or 17. It was
when I was leaning over Kevin to check out the state of
his buddy that I felt the unmistakeable hardness. My
heart skipped a beat and my attention fell to him
straight away. I wanted to see if he had something
ready and waiting for me.
I shone my torch down his crotch and, ignoring the warm
blood covering the seat, I slowly unzipped his partly-
soaked trousers. His dead manhood sprang out to greet
me, like a proud banner, slapped my palm as if to say
‘well, what are you waiting for girl I won’t be around
here for long?’
I knelt down, savouring this soooo rare a moment like a
bitch on heat - my painted fingernail lightly brushing
his tip, watching the clear fluid cling to both my
fingernail and him. The unmistakeble gluggy wetness. He
had a long trail running down, my finger traced his
length as far as his balls and that was enough.
I quickly dried him up with some tissues, rolled a
raincoat over him and sent him off for lengthy frolicks
at the entrance to my wet garden. Keeping Kevin busy, I
leaned over with my free arm to see what condition his
companion was in. He was now asking for his mother in a
boyish whisper and almost hesistated before fumbling
with his trousers. He sounded all so young. He kept
mumbling out and I guessed he was running out of time.
Judging by his voice, he sounded younger than Kevin.
But it was my hand in his pants that discovered a
contradiction to his boyish appearance. His cock wasn’t
just in his pants, it was coiled in there. Like some
sleeping python, undiscovered.
I felt a brief twinge of pity in my stomach and did my
best but couldn’t forget my own desires. The angel was
greedy tonight! I answered him with a maternal voice
‘your mummy is here, honey!’ But I don’t think he knew
I was there. Even if he had, I don’t think he would
have been half-convinced. Wriggling with Kevin against
me, the image of his pale, still-hard cock at my sole
command, while wondering what this other guy would have
been like I began to build on an immense orgasm way too
quickly.
In frustration I paused to slow myself down and held
the younger man against my face, squeezing all of his
flaccid length and kissing wildly. My tongue covered
what seemed an acre of cock. The scent in the car was a
heady cocktail of sex, death, and cock – warm and
delicious. I revelled with ecstacy, stroked him, sucked
him.
In the end my intensity failed my self-discipline and
stuffed as much of him into my mouth as I could and
gave the cool and hard Kevin full access to my
steaming, wet garden. I began to rub myself and
wriggle, feeling Kevin from all sides and angles. He
felt good, cold and hard, just as I thought it would
be.
I kept him there. Held him inside by the balls. At the
end my entire body tensed like a man dragged into rigor
and I came hard and forceful, my sex clenching Kevin
fiercely. Completely spent I held onto both of them
until I’d let myself down enough to grant them both an
exit. The bliss of that moment was so much that I
almost fell asleep between the both of them. I
desperately wanted a second serving but knew I couldn’t
stick around for too long, even in the darkness.
* *
Mandy stuffed the tissues in a plastic bag, and walked
carefully back up the precipice. Once back in her car,
she drove back to the scenic lookout, her head spinning
with her experiences of that night. The lookout was now
abandoned. She parked the car and cut the engine. The
sound of rain began to spread gently over her car roof.
It made a distinct pattern and was soothing. It
reminded her of the rain that sent her to sleep in her
bedroom when she was younger and it made her easeful.
She turned and eyed the plastic bag, next to the torch,
on the passenger seat. She looked at the contents
inside the bag. The soiled tissues. She thought of the
dead young men getting wet in the car and knew they
wouldn’t be found until the morning. She thought of
their blood mixing with the rainwater as it entered the
twisted roof, pooling on the car floor and dripping
through into the soil.
Mandy retracted her seat and undid her belt. She lifted
her warm buttocks and slowly rolled her jeans down
below her knees. She reached over, grasping the plastic
bag on the passenger seat, and parted her legs. With
her right hand touching herself, she scrunched the
opening of the bag with her left hand and formed it
into a rudimentary funnel. She brought the bag closer
to her nose and mouth and breathed the scent of Kevin’s
spent seed in deeply. His scent was still strong inside
the bag.
She thought of the rest of him washing away in the
rain, but gave herself an untraceable part of him for
one last moment on the hilltop by herself. His thick,
parting shot reminded her of the seaside and for some
reason, it relaxed her mind from the intoxicating
affect those young men had on her.
She closed her eyes and relived her exquisitely private
moment with them while slowly rubbing her moist vulva,
her fingers tracing the lips of her hot groove now
empty. She thought of the young driver, whose tuberous
cock she used as a gag to stifle her moans and could
still feel his texture on her tongue.
She began to moan whilst thinking of Kevin’s snug
presence inside her, still hard even now with the
raincoat she tenderly sheltered him with. She knew that
it would keep that pleasuring part of him dry while the
cool rain beaded down the length of his already cool
shaft and across his now exposed balls. And although
she knew he would be limp by the morning, she still
wondered what the person would think when he or she
discovered them.
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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