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Keywords: hanging, strangulation, breath control
From: anon3a9c@nyx10.nyx.net (Damien)
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Subject: {ASSM} ASA Story: Carol and John on the Couch (F/M, hanging) (REPOST)
Date: Sat, 30 Mar 2002 05:10:02 -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
			johnny_ffff@yahoo.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. 


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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?
-- 
A. P. Damien
Replies directly to this address will NOT be anonymized.

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