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Subject: {ASSM} ASA Story: Carol and John on the Couch (F/M, hanging) (REPOST)
Date: Mon, 12 Mar 2001 00:10:02 -0500
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This story was written by Johnny.  I (Damien) am posting it by permission
of the author.

   Listen up!  Yes, I mean you!

   There's a few things you gotta read before you go on to the story.

   First, there's sexually explicit stuff here.  If you're not old enough
to vote, go on to the next message.  Better yet, unsubscribe to this
discussion group.  Gwan, kid, shoo!  And that goes double if sexually
explicit stories are illegal where you are!

   Second, this is a work of <u>fiction</u>!  No actual people or animals
were harmed in the writing of this story.

   Third, don't try this stuff at home.  You could end up dead!  Over 200
people a year die playing with asphyxia in the USA.  That's not counting
the rest of the world.

   Remember, I didn't *make* you read this story.  If you think it's badly
written, that's one thing.  But if you don't like stories about people
getting strangled while having sex, don't blame anybody but yourself.

   Here's some blank space to give you a chance to skip to the next
message. After that, you're on your own.





















   Summary: This story includes a description of a man hanging himself to
increase his pleasure from masturbation and a woman strangling a man during
sex.  Non-lethal, consensual.



   Carol and John on the Couch

   by Johnny

   lizbeth@deepth.armory.com

   Down in the basement of her apartment, Carol and John lounged on the
couch smooching and fondling one another.  The lights were low.  They had
their shoes off and were snuggling.

   "What's the weirdest sexual thing you've ever done, John?", Carol asked.

   "Well, when I was 14, One time I was sitting naked, jerking off in my
bedroom.  My parents were gone for the day.  I'd seen this movie recently
where this woman got held against a wall and strangled.  For some reason,
thinking about it was making me hot.  I got a raging boner, really.  You
know that sometimes I like to hold my breath when I'm about to come, yeah?
I got this urge to be choked."

   "Yeah, I've noticed that!" giggled Carol.

   "So, I was jerking off and getting all hot, thinking about stuff like
that, like being strangled.  So, I got this idea to try choking myself some
while I beat my meat.  I went and got the cord from my housecoat and went
into the closet.  You know how the shelves go way up on the sides of my
closet?  I stuck a pole across from one shelf to another, about seven feet
up.  Then I went and found a footstool to stand on..."

   Carol's eyes got all big and bright.  "You didn't!  Did you?  That
sounds dangerous!"

   "Yeah, I know.  I've done a lot of stupid things, I guess." John
answered.

   "But don't let me interrupt you, I want to know what happened next!  It
sounds kind of hot and nasty actually."

   "Then I put a loop of the bathrobe cord around my neck and got up on the
footstool.  I passed the loose ends of the cord over the pole, and pulled
out all the slack.  My boner was getting pretty hard by then and....Humm, I
think you like this story, don't you?"

   Carol had her skirt hiked up and was rubbing her pussy through her
panties.  She must have been getting pretty wet, because John could smell
her.She laughed, "Go on!"

   "Okay," continued John, "I was getting really hot; like my cock was just
throbbing and starting to ooze too.  I was having all these hot fantasies,
like that I was a convicted prisoner about to be hung.  I was thinking
about I'd have a crowd gathered around to watch, like an old-fashioned
hanging.  When I started trembling, I stepped off the stool.  The
cord-noose pulled tight around my neck.  The next thing I knew, I was
swinging back and forth hanging by the neck."

   "You naughty boy!  What did it feel like?  Did you like it?" asked
Carol. By now, she had pulled her panties to one side and was lazily
teasing the lips of her pussy with her fingertips.

   "It was intense.  My prick got so hard it hurt.  I got dizzy, but it was
a nice kind of dizzy, like being stoned.  I sort of swung back and forth
for a while, strangling.  I came like that, too.  It seemed to take a long
time!  I was kind of kicking and giving a jerk each time my prick spurted!
I wasn't ever touching my cock when it shot off!"

   "What a nice story!" Carol smiled.  She let her panties snap back across
her pussy and stood up.  She walked around behind the couch and leaned down
to hug and nuzzle him.  Then she tugged his shirt off.  She walked around
in front of him and slowly unbuttoned her shirt while staring into his
eyes. She could see that he had quite a hard on.  She pulled her skirt up
and reaching underneath, slid her panties down her legs.  He watched her
intently, admiring her smooth thighs as they flashed into view, then
disappeared under her skirt again.

   "Take off your pants, Johnny." Carol ordered.  John unbuttoned his
pants, then slid them off into a pile by his feet.  His prick bobbed up
between his legs, throbbing.  He slid lower on the couch.

   Carol knelt over him, her thighs around his hips.  She pulled her shirt
open and shoved her tits into his face.

   "Suck on them!" she ordered.  He caught a nipple between his lips and
eagerly complied.  She shifted lower on his lap and he felt first her pubic
hair tickle his hard prick, and then the warm wet kiss of her pussy.  She
was very wet.  She moaned as she felt his prick sliding against her lips.
It was only a moment before impatience overcame her and she reached under
her skirt and grabbed his cock.  She held it upright, aimed it at the mouth
of her pussy, and then slid down onto it with a sharp gasp.  He felt her
tighten around him.  Carol put her hands on John's shoulders and began to
rise and fall on him, grunting with each stroke.  She felt that she would
come quickly, she was so excited to begin with.  She wanted John to come
too.

   "You've been a bad boy" Carol told him.  John looked at her with
surprise.  She felt his prick jerk tauter inside her pussy.  She stared
into his eyes, sharing the pleasure she felt growing stronger in her.

   "And I'm going to have to punish you!  Do you know how, you nasty
naughty boy?" she panted.  John looked at her and tried to speak but could
only moan.  He squeezed her breasts and tugged gently on the nipples as she
rode him.  She slid her hands from his shoulders to his neck, and began to
tighten her hands around his throat.

   "I think that I'm going to have to hang you!  Yes, that's right, you're
going to get hung!  Uuuh!  What do you think of that?  Naughty boy!  It
makes you stiffer doesn't it?" She felt his prick grow completely rigid
inside her, slick and smooth in her pussy.  She felt her clit throbbing. 
He had slid his hands down to her hips and was clutching them tightly as he
bucked up to meet her pounding.

   "I'm going to stand you on a stool, John, get you all excited and then
push you off and make you dangle in the air.  I'll just stand there while
you kick, strangle, and spurt a big load!  Won't you feel helpless?" Then
Carol tightened her grip, and he reacted by arching and shuddering
violently under her, shoving his prick as deeply into her cunt as he could.
She felt his prick jerking inside her as he came.  It was enough to push
her over the edge, feeling him filling her with his seed.  She pumped her
hips against him and gave a long cry as her clit seemed to explode and
waves of pleasure swept through her.  Finally they slowed and
unceremoniously fell over on their sides.  Johnny's still twitching prick
slid from Carol wetly.  She reached up to the back of the couch, pulled the
comforter down over her lover and herself, and then wrapped her arms around
him.  In a few minutes they were asleep.

   ==========================================================

   Did you like this story?  You can find more at

   http://www.nyx.net/~anon3a9c/fair/entry.ssi

   The author would also like to hear about it.  You can write me and I'll
pass it on to the author.  Remember, feedback from the readers is the only
"payment" the author gets.

   But if you think stories about people getting strangled or hanged, even
killed, during sex are icky and shouldn't exist, don't come whining to me.
Why did you read it if you don't like stories of that type?

   

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