Message-ID: <25626asstr$965211004@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: "seanfarragher" <seanfarragher@email.msn.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <NEBBKECCNOEJHMGPDAFHAEMFCFAA.seanfarragher@email.msn.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Priority: 3 (Normal) X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V5.50.4133.2400 Importance: Normal Subject: {ASSM} From TxM6 Incest Dreams Date: Wed, 2 Aug 2000 06:10:04 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/25626> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, english 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 0843Marylise0853X Marylise "Not Fully Formed" Dreams for a precocious first birthday June 16, 1991 Marylise Whitman, a replica of the actual daughter of Henry Whitman, opened her eyes on her fourteenth birthday and saw sex in all it splendid delirium. It confused her, but she accepted the dislocation and temporary amnesia. Born from the head of Laurie's prick and the fist of Henry clit, she was created fully formed riding Laurie's thigh and Henry's hands. Everyone thought she rode dick well for a little tyke. If you had guessed her age, you might say she looked 15, no older. "That certainly makes it easier to raise kids," Laurie smiled. "I just want to go on record. Henry is my man, Laurie announced. "Marylise can fuck him, but I get him first." You know Laurie, if I didn't love you as much as I do, I would just walk away. What a stupid thing to say. First of all, she's not my actual child." Henry put this in the record to answer the critics who claimed that the poet exploited young vulnerable women. Laurie and I are the only ones who can see her, Henry added when the microphone was attached to his belt. "When Marylise appeared," Laurie continued her story. "she claimed to the God of mud who created the stepped pyramid and Eve. Adam was, as everyone knows, built from Lilith's ribs. Moses had his own show on MTV, but was dumped for indecent exposure. Forget David. He is a faggot from Queens who is not that bad of a guy if you ask anyone around here. No, I do not have AIDS. That was a stupid thing to say. Just because I hate people who bash gays doesn't mean I use needle drugs or fuck bisexual hypo addicts." No, that is not how it happened, Henry said. What shit. Tell them the truth out there. Laurie continues, "after being celibate for three months (no masturbation), I had an orgasm of such intensity that Marylise was created out of that surprise. Henry helped but not as much as he thinks. He sucked my clit and I did his ass. We are a great team. Isn't that what it is all about. Teamwork. How else could the universe been formed from a big bang or two, a fuck party seems the appropriate place. 15 billion years ago three 14 year old brothers from 135th and Lennox met this pre teen dance group at the Apollo. One thing lead to another and you know how it is, the Imperial Wizard not withstanding, these guys were such great singers that the girls came in second. That is how we get the planet Uranus, isn't it? "Think about it. No one usually remembers conception," Henry quipped. "I do," Laurie raised her hand real high. "Stand up Laurie," the teacher said. Now, tell your teacher and classmates how a sweet little white bread thing like you knows anything about fucking let alone the general stereotypes depicted on Star Trek deep Space Nine when that thing is placed inside a body and the thing takes over for multiple generations. That is so disgusting, Laurie. Don't you think?" Christ Tina made me the gift of creative orgasm to compensate for my miserable childhood. Saying that, Laurie stood up again, pulled her dress down, then up. It was obvious she wasn't wearing any underpants. When this big guy behind her pulled her hair, Laurie slammed him got out from behind the desk and decked his buddy. Meanwhile Henry is front of the class reciting a fuck poem and cheering Laurie like she is the next fucken heavy weight champion of the Tit bar an establishment for women with under 32A and under breast development who have reached the age of at least 18. Yes, barfly tipping is permitted." This spectacular bullshit went on for thirty days and nights, Laurie said, but after my last orgasm (seven hours ago) and with each subsequent start and stop, lurch and spasm, Marylise finally settled inside in my stomach. Thank you Henry for rubbing it. Two weeks later, next thing you know, Marylise popped out wearing a white thong bathing suit, a sash filled with World War I French medals for valor. "Don't forget my beautiful tennis dress designed by Cher," Laurie added at the end. I bet you want to know how Marylise got her name. Henry chose it, Laurie stood up by her desk, raised her hand and answered. The teacher asked her, now tell me sweetheart, do you suck Henry's cock? Of course I do. Don't you, Laurie answered, and cute as a button bowed. A few years ago, he had a very smart and accomplished female student who wrote an interesting story about love between a much older man and a very young but precocious woman. That student called her character Marylise and promised to give that name to their first child. Nothing happened of course. Henry understood how women slowly mature forgetting their first loves but not really forgetting them. He depended on that and he thought that Marylise would be an excellent name for the Marylise Affect now officially listed in Bullfinches Mythology under classified as sexual in design if not origin. HENRY Henry loved Laurie and Marylise's intelligent chatter. After Laurie was kidnapped, Marylise keep Henry company. Henry says it was not incest, because she was not his child but a replica. Laurie claimed Henry's Boston child was not genuine. "I wouldn't say she is fake," Laurie added. "Just not authentic." Henry called Marylise a genius. No, she did not speak in tongues or babble. "She adapted well to post modern mathematics and logical positivism," Laurie adding when Henry stopped talking. "I can stuff her with any character I fancy. If you have a part in your movie, Laurie told one experimental movie maker at a festival, no matter how small, her magic will infuse your production with a certain discrete innocence. Add a dash of depravity, and she can handle that even better." "What bullshit," Marylise replied. "Mom, you're fucken nuts." "Why did I create her, why do I bother, such an ungrateful kid." Henry reappears. "Did someone call me?" "I did her for you darling. Just for you," Laurie took Henry's chin in her hand grabbing it like he were a naughty school boy and she was the principal. "What if I get hit by a bus, run away with millionaire or find a woman with a real cock," Laurie postulated. "I might leave you Henry," Laurie teased. "Are you looking now? If you find her, I would love to watch. I realize I couldn't touch." Henry smirked. "I know darling, you like to be bitten on the ass." "Find me a creature like you with your equipment and I will let her/bite my ass. It must be genuine pussy with a fully functional twat." "You mean like my friend Christ Tina." "She's a phony. Someday I will figure out her illusions." "Forget her spiritual ambiguity, I have seen her with a cock and other times with a hybrid organ that looks like a clam with a spout." "Have you seen her pussy, Henry laughed. Case closed as far as I am concerned." "Why should I? She doesn't want anything to do with men. Do you blame her." "What is Sir perfect Mr. Gadfly," Henry interrupted. Laurie doesn't like Henry's attitude, but she hangs with him realizing he is running a gag. "You can't tell me the Gadfly doesn't look like a man. He sticks out a foot at least. Marylise meanwhile has fallen asleep. "You better wake her," Henry cautions Laurie. Ignoring Henry, Laurie continues to talk about the Gadfly. "That is his outer appearance. He transforms at will." "Like Marylise," Henry asks? "No, don't be silly, Hen, honey, Laurie has decided to be assertive. "Marylise is only female. There is not a drop of male shit in her entire "chromospheres." Think I am fucken crazy. How could I compete with her even if we share, except during great stress, the same body. MARYLISE Marylise's special knife is sex. She loves it, as a time tested fifteen year old, Marylise gives it a special twist. As a spirit, Henry, Laurie continues, Marylise is without age. She calls herself fully formed (Henry disagrees) and is ready for all of it. I want to try another woman beside Laurie and Angela before I have children, Marylise writes in her journal while Laurie is talking. Written with invisible ink (no not milk), only she can read it. Laurie says when she read what Marylise wrote, it changed. "The actual letters do not stand still," Laurie explained. "Marylise must edit on the fly," Laurie taps Henry's shoulder squeezing it and then giggling about the obvious pun. Today, for a change, mother and daughter, lover and lover, sister and saint, Henry's two beautiful women are arm in arm. "That is the best way," Henry adds self consciously MARYLISE ON SEX "I put out as they used to say for attention. That was the modus operandi back when Henry was a boy. I told him many times what a shit he was and is and was as a man. What man is different. Even the spirits as men suck, and I am not kidding." Like Laurie, Marylise gave it food for sex freely offering it without any poison or adulterants. "Marylise does have one human flaw," Henry added. She suffers with depression. No one will want her longing. Laurie writing on the blackboard in that old fifth grade room where Miss Hearty took up the watch, wrote the word "doppelganger." "Longing is more than depression. It is the absence of possibility after the loss focus and internal energy," Laurie chided Henry for his insensitivity. When she was at it, as Laurie put it, Marylise pushed words across the cash register drawer. Ready to take on any challenge, she refused to help Henry market his poetry. She says it is not for sale period. If you insist on selling it, Christ Tina will turn you into salt for preferring the life of the professional poet. "You are not a rock star honey," Marylise admonished. "You don't have the balls for it, Marylise told Henry. "You and Laurie might get somewhere if you were not past your prime, but you would have to suck too much dick. You would have no time for writing. Remember Laurie, Henry's come back on the great tour, isn't that what the old white folks called it. It was all a lie. He and you knew it only as a dream Christ Tina had conjured to keep you and Henry in line. That fucked up spirit love "lost paper bedlam" as she called it. Tina takes credit for that phrase, but Laurie, you can back me up here, I created it in my ad writing days with Margrill, remember?" LIES Marylise exaggerated her character and her strength and weakness. Stumbling cross the soft foot fall by the sludge of truth made it all seem like it had happened. Mud can become ebony and Blood becomes red ivory. They are the spells Tina uses. Laurie and Marylise learned them and the lies that cull them from a post modern aesthetic. Under the influence of Baranik and Alpers (with a touch of de Kooning) Laurie and Henry made art with their good friends Angela and Aaron. TRUTH "Marylise does not seem human," Laurie writes in her journal. Henry reading it with Laurie's permission, smiles and tells Laurie you got it all backward. She is more human." "She is flesh, Laurie paused. "As you well know, and separate from mine, right dear, I know you love being the meant sleeping between two women." "No, my darling Henry, Marylise is not the living dead or some other contrivance folks use when they confront impossibly conceived worlds. "We must have disorder" was one of Marylise's favorite slogans. Do you remember Henry when Marylise asked "how do you write about nothing? Or the time she demanded to know why if she stamps on the ground cowboys and Indians appear in her bed. Why are they more real than Sean Connery or Brad Pit. Just imagine a threesome with those dudes, Laurie wrote in her book while Marylise paraded naked with a knife and a spade. I know that is an odd phrase, Henry, but "Wild Child Autumn" is your poem. We were acting it out to see if it were possible. I played you Henry in the poem, Laurie added. Marylise was the wood fire and not the child. [pause] Who played the child? We both did taking turns. Marylise is fair after all, and certainly more considerate than any of us. PHOTOGRAPHY On good weather days, Marylise and Henry photographed nature and each other. Marylise loved the pinhole camera Henry had made to take pictures of death. An old friend, Mary Gail Weldon taught Henry how to use them. "You never met her, Laurie. Ask Marylise she knows everyone." "Laurie simply said I am not commenting on every stupid thing you say, Henry." "Mary Gail died while living in Paris. Terrible car accident. No, I was not involved with her. I met her when she was visiting Jimmy Caine. Yes, you never met him. He is still MIA in Nam. No, I think he is alive. I would feel it if he were dead. Mary Gail and Jimmy were lovers. She was three years older. They had one kid who is being raised by Jimmy's grandfather. PLOT LINES Resting her hands on her knees and looking at Laurie and Henry fucking, Marylise was bored. She wondered what would happen to jump start the plot line. Listening during pillow talk, Marylise smiled and started to rub her clit. Can't fucken get off she screamed at both of them while they were rolling together playfully after fucking. Laurie: I hate sex in the morning and when I don't make love the night before I look at the world including my lover and only notice that we are all strangers. Getting up from the bar stool of another famous bar, The Tit Bar, She told some guy she just had about the her regular bar, she called "truth" or the "Gables." "The dude blanched. I hate that place, he said. Only queers go there, and then, I asked the asshole, if he wanted to feel my cock. He must have known I was kidding. He got up and left me there, and didn't even take his drink. I left shortly after and decided I didn't want to pick up some guy or gal for a casual romp. I came to you that night Henry. I knocked at your door, and you wouldn't let me in until I started to scream. I didn't know you were fucking Angela. Why were you so shy. I knew you were lovers with her and Aaron. I had them too. In fact I was fucking Aaron at 16 and Angela came to my bed when I was 15 when I first started modeling for them." Henry was silent during her monologue. He did grunt, and shift his cock in and out of Laurie's cunt from the rear. She was shifting back, pushing. "I got tired of watching and joined them pushing them apart and taking over the middle," Marylise said, speaking to the audience. "Yes," Laurie answered, "just like the night with you and Angela, I slipped between you and Angela picked up the phone and told, not asked Aaron, to get his ass over to Henrys. The numbers have changed." "I knew you were pissed, Henry. You wanted Angela to yourself. Aaron didn't like it when you did it alone, but Angela set it up, and of course she told Aaron. After all the upset, after all the shit I gave you my darling Henry, you said that "making love with me is like riding the cosmos to its origin." "Was that death, Henry," Marylise asked waking up. "Who would die? I can't," Marylise replied. "Who will die in life or in the story? Good question. Somebody does." Maybe it is evil, Laurie said, getting up in the bed stroking Marylise's mouth while she sucked her clit. Laurie spread her legs far apart while Marylise worked. Right after she came, Laurie said, "that fucken Aaron can really paint. Look at that mural. God what incredible blues. I was staring at his painting when I came. I felt him come." DEATH TOYS "I keep my death toys safe from them," Marylise told Laurie. "You mean like you camera that can photograph the dead and make them live or die again or worse never complete an entire cycle." "No, it is not like that. The camera shows who will die and lets me help them get ready." TATTOOS In the days before April 10, 1992, Marylise and Laurie wrote poems for the sun. They tattooed their own designs on the same place on inner thigh. Marylise did it on the right. Laurie on the left. Marylise displayed two birds with feathery breasts; one sported an uncut cock and the other a shaved pubis. Silver lockets dangled from the male bird's necks. Sage and herbs were held by the claws of the female. Marylise said I was inspired by the eagle on ancient golden American money. Laurie designed her tattoo to show nothing but a simple line double thick with an arrow pointing to her cunt. She drew a circle with a half line to symbolize it. "No one, will get it, she told Marylise, but I like it. It says Here I am." After the tattoo party, Marylise danced naked in her fantasy. Drunk she cursed the sandbar for not being consistent. Climbing an old tree she perched in the lower branch, dangling her legs, she pumped them back and forth with the rhythm of a fist pounding a cock. Pumping herself up, making the swing ride high so the chains would buckle at the highest point caused a ripple that ran down the insides of her legs. Pumping higher and longer, riding the back and forth, driving the swing that the tree house held in trust brought Laurie and Marylise closer. It made Henry feel like their father. Christ Tina even cheered. Bored, getting down fast from the swing, riding the last push outward letting go, Marylise sailed into the sand box twisting her ankle. Getting up, rubbing it, she cursed being human. Pain will stop me, she thought. "I will play tag with myself," Marylise explained. "No, I will join you," Laurie answered. "Give me fifteen by myself first, OK" "Sure." Watching Laurie count to 1500 covering her eyes, Marylise could not believe how naive Laurie pretended. Running as fast as she could Marylise reached the summit before Laurie had stopped counting. Looking about, wanting the lip of the cliff to reveal another dimension, Marylise stopped. No one could see anything. There was only the black, and when Marylise looked back for Laurie, she realized that Laurie was gone. Where did she go? Looking down on her hands, feet, her dress, Marylise just stopped without further duration. Laurie shouted. "Marylise, there is Eden. Satan and God are fucking while waiting for us." Marylise had vanished. HENRY'S APARTMENT "Marylise is sleeping Henry, do not bother her." "Good. We all need a rest, right darling." "Why not come to bed early tonight darling? You can fuck her in the morning. Fuck me first." LAURIE "Marylise, have you seen Henry. I told him you were willing to take my place in his bed. He seemed agreeable." I know this seems like a silly question considering all we have said, but why did you choose tattoos that depicted blind women?" "All we can do Laurie, Marylise said, is take care of ourselves. That is all we can know; after all we are blind." SUICIDE Watching stone dead women rise from the ground Laurie imagined her own body if she ended her own life. Dead after suicide, Laurie watched the pustules dry on her thighs. "Does the universe die," she asked. "Can it What if we could remember past lives? How different that consciousness?" Marylise asked one angel if she knew the boundary between satisfaction and journey. Refining the question, Marylise added. How do I have pleasure and not suffer the withdrawal from not knowing it? "Ask your father," Laurie said, wasted no time. "Why, so he can have his own way with us," Marylise giggled. "No, not that. Henry has never harmed anyone." What it comes down to. What I mean here, Laurie, I want to know how this fucken mystery play ends. Can the entangled alliances and secret whispers all work out? Is there a seventh book after the sextet ends? You mean like a happy ending, Laurie surprised by Marylise's questions, said. "Nothing good ends happily." "Cynic" SEX ENDS IT Later, "the man who thinks" finally came. Just after his orgasm, Henry watched how Laurie set out to play the strings of his sex. Marylise watched from the balcony while Laurie and Henry made love on the large screen of the old Paramount theater in New York. The porn actors, boy and girls, sitting in one row clapped every orgasm. While they laughed, talked, cut up and slapped hands, they also kissed, rubbed cocks, opened cunts, ate salted popcorn and got very messy. Watching the audience response, Marylise listened to her mind inside of her mind. She felt Henry collapse inside her. Held as a seed, Marylise had been expelled from his forehead fully formed. Marylise loved hearing stories written about her creation and renaissance in general. She heard Henry exclaim "I love it," turning up the volume on the VCR. Marylise got very sexy knowing they were all watching the famous masturbation follies. "I was paid well for this," Marylise quipped. "I like showing it off to the young ones. They have endurance." Henry disturbed by Marylise's provocation, withdrew from the confrontation. "I had no problem with performance values. Great fucking and sucking scenes are hard to destroy. What bothered me is that she looks younger every day." Concerned, Henry asked Marylise, "are you over 18?" Marylise did not answer but continued to press her tits against Henrys back feeling his ribs and then turning him to rub them against his chest. Henry wrote in his journal. "Age is irrelevant because no one has age without context or consent." Henry wrote in his notebook that Marylise's answer begged the question. "How old are you he asked again?" "If I tell you, and you promised not to tell anyone, will that be enough." "Sure," Henry lied. Marylise answered. "I am 14," she lied. "I age every day. It is easy to make up numbers. No one knows the truth anymore." 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) -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com> | | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderator: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Archive: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by Alt.Sex.Stories Text Repository | |<http://www.asstr-mirror.org>, an entity supported entirely by donations. | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+