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Subject: Angelic Interlude (mf, romantic, outdoors, the usual stuff) (repost)
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ANGELIC INTERLUDE
Joe Parsons
The following text is a work of fiction containing graphic depictions of
a sexual encounter between two heterosexual adults. If such material
offends you, please skip to the next article.
This text is copyright 1996 by Joe Parsons. Permission is hereby
granted to repost it electronically, provided that it is posted in
its entirety. Any deletion or alteration without the express
written permission of the owner is a violation of domestic and
international copyright law.
**WARNING**WARNING**WARNING**WARNING**
There is a message at the end of this posting that could be construed by
some as offensive. If you do not wish to expose yourself to this, please
do not read *any* of this text, as you may be offended.
**END OF WARNING--BEGIN SMUTTY STORY**
Finally, it had come to this.
I paced the busy corridors of the airport, glancing at the arrival
monitors as I walked. Delayed another twenty minutes. Damn! I had
gotten to the airport over an hour before her flight was scheduled to
arrive, and now she was going to be over an hour late. Should I go have
a quick beer to help pass the time? No--I wanted to keep a clear head.
This was crazy, I told myself; sure, we had exchanged hundreds of
letters since we first "met" online, four months before. They had been
quite innocent at first, but then vague sexual innuendoes had started to
appear.
"I love to tempt men," she had written in one letter. "I must be some
kind of slut, huh?" I had smiled when I read it.
"I've just gotten out of the shower," she wrote in another letter. "Gave
myself a nice, close shave--and I don't mean my legs or pits!"
She told me how much she loved going down on men--how much she'd love to
go down on me.
Finally, a letter from her telling me she planned to be on my side of
the country. Could we get together? I stared at the screen for a long
while. Could we get together? It was the stuff men dream of on the
Net--it seems as though everyone trolls for women, but what do you do
when you finally *catch* one?
I wrote back and said I'd be delighted to meet her.
Now here I was, waiting at the airport for a flight that was over an
hour late. We had never exchanged photographs, so I had very little
idea of what she looked like. She had told me what she'd be wearing,
and I knew I could stand in the crowd and make an assessment of her
looks before revealing myself. If she was a real dog, I could simply
sneak away unobserved. Too cowardly, I decided. Besides, we had
revealed so much of ourselves to each other in correspondence that we
had become friends. I couldn't leave a friend--even an ugly
friend--stranded in a strange airport, far from home.
Suddenly, the plane was at the gate and passengers were arriving--some
running joyfully into the arms of waiting loved ones, others trudging
slowly, defeatedly into the terminal.
Then I saw her.
She was a small woman with long dark hair and olive skin, and she
struggled under the weight of two large carry-ons. I stepped into her
path. "This would be Angel," I said, reaching for the larger bag. She
grinned at me.
"You're here!" she shrieked. She dropped the second bag and threw her
arms around my neck, clinging to me. I bent down to kiss her cheek, but
she turned her head and our lips met, gently at first, then harder,
lingering for a few seconds. Her lips parted slightly and I felt the
quick flick of her tongue. I smiled at her as I picked up her other
bag. "This is all I brought," she said. "I usually travel pretty
light." We walked through the early summer's heat to my car. I opened
her door for her. She flashed me a quick smile as she got in.
I unlocked my door and got in. She was still smiling. "Here we are,"
she said, brightly. "Now what?"
"Are you hungry?" I asked.
"Well, they gave me plenty of peanuts on the plane," she said," but I'm
still starving--but not for regular food. Could I get another kiss? I
liked the first one." I obliged, leaning over to her. Suddenly she was
locked to me, and her hands stroked my face, my chest, then moved down
to my hardening crotch. "I just love a man with a nice hard-on," she
breathed, squeezing me gently. "Where are you going to take me?"
"It's a surprise," I said, grinning at her mysteriously, as we left the
parking lot and entered the freeway north.
We passed the twenty minute ride with small talk, shooting sidelong
glances at each other, sizing each other up. Once our eyes met and we
laughed, breaking the tension somewhat. We exited the freeway and
turned onto a two-lane road leading into the foothills. The countryside
had quickly changed from urban to suburban to rural, and now we were
surrounded by tall, silent redwoods as we climbed away from
civilization. We drove in silence for another fifteen minutes, finally
turning onto a rutted dirt road leading into the forest. We arrived at
a small clearing and I stopped the car, smiling at her. "Here's the
spot," I said, brightly. "Nicest place in the state!" She hesitated a
moment before opening her door and stepping out.
We walked along the winding path, our footsteps muffled by decades of
falling leaves. Finally we emerged from the dark path into a small
sunlit clearing. We stood at the edge, listening to the soft sound of
wind moving through ancient trees. Finally I took her hand, and we
stepped into the clearing.
I spread a blanket in the dappled shade under the trees and we sat
cross-legged together on the grass, softly resilient under the blanket.
We reached for each other, locked lip to lip, pressing our bodies
together. As my tongue probed her mouth she made small mewing noises in
her throat. She pressed her pelvis against me and I cupped her buttocks
with my hands, pulling her more tightly against my now hard crotch.
After a long while we broke apart, panting. I reached for the wine,
uncorked it, and poured two glasses. She accepted hers, smiling,
looking at me through dark lashes. "You're quite a surprise," she said.
"You've never come on to me, all these months--and now, here we are;
this is something!" she said, raising her glass to me. We drank, then
came together again, more urgently. I felt her hands between us,
clawing at my belt. I released her slightly to give her more room. In
moments she had pushed my pants off my hips, releasing my hard cock into
the sunlight. She grasped my shaft and grinned, baring sharp teeth.
Suddenly, her mouth was on me; she had taken the entire length of my
cock all at once. I could feel her tongue busy against my shaft as she
moved her lips up the length, sucking, then stopping as her soft lips
reached the sensitive head. I've had plenty of blowjobs over a good
number of years, and I'd be the first to say that there's no such thing
as a *bad* blowjob.
This was a *great* blowjob. Whether it was the way she used her full
lips to caress the head of my cock, or her rhythm, or the sound she made
in the back of her throat as she took all of me into her throat, I can't
say. All I know is that it was close to a religious experience that I
didn't want to end. As her mouth moved rhythmically up and down my
shaft, bringing me ever closer to orgasm, her fingers toyed with my
balls, caressing them, squeezing them gently, stroking them. Light
stroking of the sensitive skin between testicles and anus--all while her
mouth kept up its pleasurable work on my cock.
Finally, my entire body convulsed with pleasure, and I was wracked with
the most powerful orgasm I have ever experienced. She kept sucking at
me gently, swallowing every drop I gave her, demanding more. As the
pulsing slowed, then stopped, so did her sucking, until finally we lay
there quietly. She held my half-erect cock in her soft mouth, caressing
the tender underside lovingly with her tongue. She seemed to have all
the time in the world for this. So did I.
After a long while, she released me from her mouth and smiled up at me
with great satisfaction, looking at me through her lashes with soft
brown eyes. She brought her body against mine and kissed me deeply. I
tasted my own semen on her lips and tongue as she shared the fruits of
our shared pleasure.
We lay naked on the blanket, feeling the warm summer's breeze as it
dried the light sweat glistening on our skin. I reached for the wine
bottle, pulled the cork and silently poured two glasses. I hoisted mine
to her, smiling. "That was unbelievable," I said, truthfully. "Where
did you learn that?"
She smiled at me, proudly. "I guess it's just a gift," she said. "I've
just always liked sucking guys' cocks. But *yours* is really
something!" She grasped me, and I could feel blood rushing to the
organ. I wondered how long it would take me to recover from this last
orgasm. She began to stroke me, first gently, more firmly, squeezing
the shaft. To my amazement, I felt myself grow erect again. She
grinned at me in satisfaction. "Mind if I suck you again?"
"Help yourself," I said. At once her lips were on me again, but this
time I knew she'd have more time to spend before I came. She knew it,
too, and she moved her hot, wet mouth rapidly up and down my tender
cock, more forcefully than before, taking me just to the threshold of
pain, where the most intense pleasure lives.
I had reached orgasm quickly the first time. This time, my angel knew
she'd have plenty of time to keep me in her mouth. She sucked and
licked at me for hours, it seemed. Her tongue was always busy at some
part of me, raising me to a plateau of intense pleasure, but not quite
to the point of orgasm. It was as though she were wired to my pleasure
centers somehow, and could tell just when I was reaching the
inevitability of orgasm, backing off to keep me from that point.
I was whimpering with pleasure.
After some succession of eternities, I could feel the warmth in my
bowels, and knew that I would be coming in moments. The pleasure built
inside me, beginning at the soles of my feet, weakening my calves, my
thighs, then infusing my cock and balls. I heard loud animal cries
reverberating among the trees and knew somehow that it was me.
My swollen balls tightened, then released their load of semen into my
angel's hungry mouth. I'm not sure, but I think I blacked out. I
wondered if this was what heaven was like.
I lay on the blanket, limp, panting and damp as my angel stroked my
belly with her long red nails. Why hadn't I noticed the long red
fingernails before? I wondered. She reclined on one elbow to look at
me. Her full breasts were close to my chest and I pulled her closer to
me so that our skin touched. She hooked one leg over my hip, pulling me
closer to her.
Idly, I stroked first one large nipple, then the other, feeling them
grow hard under my fingers. She sucked in her breath through clenched
teeth as I touched her. She pulled my body closer to her. I cupped one
soft ass cheek with my hand and her hips began to move rhythmically. I
pushed her onto her back. She didn't resist, looking up at me through
half-closed eyes. Her legs were slightly parted, and her prominent,
swollen lips were deep pink from arousal. Gently I pushed her legs
farther apart, so that her clean-shaven pussy was completely exposed to
me. I brought my face down to her belly, kissing the soft skin, moving
slowly down to the joining of thigh and belly. I traced the warm, moist
skin with the tip of my tongue, hearing her breathing increase its
tempo, smelling her arousal.
Her small clit was beginning to emerge from its hood, and I traced the
outline of her full outer lips with the tip of my tongue. She had told
me once in a letter how her pussy was very small and tight, and now I
could see what she meant. I wondered in vanity for a moment if she
would be able to accommodate me. As I pressed one finger into her
gently, then another, feeling how wet and slippery she was, I knew I
would fit just fine. As my tongue explored the entrance to her vagina
and my fingers probed inside, her hips began to undulate from side to
side. I brought my mouth to her wet pussy and was rewarded by hearing
her sharp intake of breath. I put my hands under her ass to raise her
cunt to my mouth. The juice of her arousal flowed freely, filling my
mouth, coating my face. I sucked at her cunt, taking first one swollen
lip, then another between my lips, sucking, nibbling.
I took her firm clit between my lips, sucking at it gently, then
flicking at its tip with my tongue. She was making inarticulate,
growling sounds from somewhere deep in her throat. I pushed my index
finger into her slippery canal, then turned my palm upward, probing for
her elusive, sensitive g-spot. Her sudden squeal told me I had reached
it. I stroked the spot gently with the tip of my forefinger, then began
to roll her hard clit with my thumb. The growling sounds she made grew
louder and deeper, as if we had been transported millions of years into
the past and were carrying the weight of creating an entire race as we
lay coupled in that warm sunlight.
She cried out over and over again, calling out my name, singing a
passionate scale from guttural growl to impassioned shriek. I don't
know how many times she came--maybe she doesn't know, either. After a
long while, her sounds became more quiet, until finally she was limp,
her breasts heaving.
I was anything but limp, though, and I laid my body full length against
her, my hard cock poised at the entrance to her pussy. Suddenly, I was
inside her.
It was as though her vagina had reached out to draw me into her body. I
could feel her tightness as her strong muscles grasped my shaft. I
began to move slowly in and out of her, the full length of my cock. With
each stroke I could feel her pussy contracting rhythmically around me.
With each long stroke I would withdraw just to where her pussy was
tightening around the sensitive spot where shaft joins head, then
plunged deeply into her, burying the organ to its base.
Each time I stroked into her pussy, she let out a short, guttural sound
of feral pleasure. I plunged in and out of her faster and faster, now
eager to shoot yet another load of semen deep into her, where it
belonged.
I was breathing harder now, and I fucked her faster and faster. My balls
smacked against her ass with each new stroke, and our mingled cries were
the sounds of two mindless, prehistoric animals rutting in this deserted
forest.
Suddenly, seemingly without warning, we climaxed simultaneously and
loudly, rolling off the blanket, feeling small twigs and grass on our
naked, sweaty skin. I clutched her slick body to mine. My soft penis
fell out of her cunt, followed by the milky flow of my semen. I brought
my fingers to her tender pussy, scooping up the pearlescent fluid,
bringing it first to her lips, then to mine. We kissed deeply as the
light faded, casting long shadows through the trees. The afternoon's
warm breeze was turning chilly. We finished the wine for warmth, but
soon even that was no protection against the cool evening. Reluctantly,
silently, we dressed, then gathered the blanket and the remains of our
picnic. We held hands as we walked down the gentle slope to the car.
I opened the passenger door for her, but she stood there for a long
moment, looking up at me. Suddenly she was in my arms again, kissing me
deeply, desperately. I stroked her cheek gently, looking into her face
in the darkness. "Once you've caught an angel," I said, "nothing's
ever the same."
"You mean, we'll be together again?" she asked, suddenly brightening.
"Count on it, my angel. Count on it."
**************************************
©1996 Joe Parsons. All rights reserved.
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