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Angelic Interlude (mf)
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Subject: ANGELIC INTERLUDE (mf)
Date: Thu, 6 Jul 1995 15:11:47 UTC
ANGELIC INTERLUDE
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.
"Morgan?" 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 smiling at me. "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
crosslegged 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 a 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 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 further 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."
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