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Subject: {ASSM} From TxM6: Angela, Henry, Aaron What a Fuck they had
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Also From TxM6 Hyperfiction
http://www.txm6.com (updated 9/16/00)
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http://www.txm6.com/lcfallon
http://www.farragher.com (Poetry updated 9/24/00)
TxM6 is entirely a work of fiction for adults only.
Copyright (c) 2000 Sean Farragher.
0885X Extraordinary Conventions
Angela, Aaron and Henry
Tearing down extraordinary conventions
When she was done with one, Aaron would be there,
ready, playing with it, letting the bend in its
neck show against the lights of the windows.
Watching him, staring Angela waited for Aaron.
Reaching down kissing him. Aaron 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
Aaron, 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, Aaron 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," Aaron called back.
On other days, Angela loved to tease.
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. Aaron 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 Aaron probed her divided
spaces softly, harder, faster, slow. So slow, at
times, Henry would seem disconnected, disassociated.
That's what Aaron 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, Aaron would wake with
Angela's mouth on his cock surprised by it all.
Aaron felt welcome those bending hands. Like palm
fronds her nipples dazzled him with an arbor of
lights, colorful textures, background. Angela was
never reasonable and often dangerous. Henry and Aaron
accepted all of it.
Imagine being married with two gracious men, Angela
mocked.
"No, I don't mean you, she laughed, pulling both men
on top of her.
"Why not us," Henry struck back.
Ignoring Henry, Angela whispered to both of them,
speaking softly, "I came three times."
"What," Henry teased?
Repeating it, not as a confession nor for information,
Aaron and Henry 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 bliss of some long ago fuck me when I was a
teenager.
Angela, happy but not yet desperate held it back. She
kept Aaron there, feeling him leap, restoring the
oscillation, squeezing inside. Yes, of course, I loved
the leaking afterwards 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. Aaron 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 glans.
How I love the shine, pulling her head off Aaron'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 Aaron gasped.
"Wait I'm there," he said.
Aaron entered her 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, Aaron twisted the earth under her ass, making
the sky very dangerous after all.
When Aaron came 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 self-mocking. Henry
or 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
extraordinary conventions.
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