Archive-name: Fallen.Angel.1-11

From: yank@mala.proteus.qc.ca (Flying Yank)

Subject: Story: Fallen Angel

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

Fallen Angel
by
T. F. Yank

"Damn her! Who the fuck does she think she is?" I swore to myself as I drained the drink before me. "Barkeep?" I called. Getting his attention, I indicated the empty glass. "Hit me again, willya?"
I could tell by his expression he was trying to decide whether or not to cut me off. I put on my most charming smile as I said, "Rough day."
He grunted a non-committal reply and reached for the bottle of JW Red. Throwing a few ice cubes in a glass, he poured out a double shot and placed it in front of me. He stood there frowning, his hand holding the glass.
It took me a moment to realize he was waiting to be paid. So much for the kind, understanding bartender. I reached for my wallet in the inside pocket of my sports jacket. And nearly fell off the stool. I grabbed the bar to steady myself, and grinned in victory, seeing the wallet in my hand.
"I dunno," the bartender said. "Maybe you've had enough for tonight."
I managed to remove a ten from the wallet and placed it on the bar. "I'm okay. Really I am. Keep the change. This'll be the last one anyways. I still got people to go and places to see before the night is over."
Shaking his head, he picked up the ten with one hand and pushed my drink closer with the other. I breathed a sigh of relief as he walked away. I guess I was getting a bit sloshed. What was this? My fifth? Or was it my sixth?
I glanced at my watch and was a bit surprised at how blurred it appeared. I found closing one eye helped a bit. God, I'd been here for at least an hour. Five drinks in an hour? (Or was it six?) Doesn't matter. Seeing as I was drinking doubles, I realized I was on my way to getting royally shit-faced. If I wasn't already there.
And it's all Ellie's fault. God damned, heartless bitch! As the pain flared once again, I took a deep swallow from my drink. The liquid still burned on its way down.
Ellie. Elizabeth Marian Hansfeld. My heart's desire. My reason for living. My best friend. My lover. My roommate. My fiancee. My everything. Everything, that is but my wife!
My thoughts returned to the argument we had at dinnertime. It was one we've had quite often lately. Marriage. I wanted to get married. Ellie didn't.
She said we had everything we needed-- love, trust, commitment. She didn't see the need for some stupid ceremony and piece of paper. We didn't need some clergyman or city official telling us we were husband and wife, as if the words were some magical incantation.
Ellie is a dyed-in-the-wool feminist. Smart, independent, decisive.

She believes in equality of the sexes, a woman's right to control her own body, life and destiny.
She's not one of those radical, bra-burning, butch male-haters. Oh, she's marched many times in support of several feminist causes. Matter of fact, we met the first time at a Pro-Choice rally. Ellie's admitted to having several female lovers before she met me. She's also had several male lovers as wells. Not sure why, but I always felt more threatened when she'd discuss the female lovers.
I, on the other hand, tend to be more old-fashioned. I still believe a man and a woman can meet, fall madly in love, get married, move to the little house with the white picket fence, have babies, and live happily ever after.
However, I really blew it tonight when I said something about it would be nice if she had my name. Ellie started yelling something about my being a chauvinist pig. How all men wanted women as possessions, chattel, treating them as objects for their sexual gratification. Hurt, I fought back. Accused her of being cold, heartless. Accused her using either sex for her sexual gratification.
There were a great many angry words thrown back and forth. I remember saying something about if she didn't love me enough to marry me, maybe I'd be better off finding someone who did. She said something about tonight might be a good time for me to start looking. I stormed into our bedroom and started packing a bag.
My anger had cooled by the time I finished packing. As I headed to the living room, I hoped Ellie would say something, anything, that would give me an excuse not to leave. As I entered the living room, Ellie was on the phone, crying.
"Please Karen, hurry. I can't stand the thought of being alone tonight."
The fucking bitch! I wasn't even out of the apartment yet, and here she was on the phone to one of her lezzie lovers. Anger, resentment, (fear?) filled me as I listened to her. Grabbing my bag, I stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door as hard as I could.
I drove for a while. Had no destination in mind. Just needed to keep moving. Afraid if I stopped moving, the world would end. After about an hour, I had a sudden urge for a drink. A great many drinks. So many that hopefully I could kill the pain that was gnawing at my heart.
So here I sat. The alcohol was working. Oh, the pain was still there, but I didn't feel it. As a matter of fact, I felt nothing. I was numb all over.
I glanced at the mirror behind the bar. Why do all bars have mirrors? Is it so we can see how horrible we look? Or is it so we can see the pain and anguish in the faces around us? And by seeing others hurt as we do, somehow lessen our own pain?
I scanned each reflected face, trying to determine if any were as filled with pain and regret as mine. There was an old man lost in thought, perhaps remembering a lost love?. A smiling couple oblivious to the rest of us, as they played at the mating ritual. A young fellow staring at the glass in front of him. I wondered if his girlfriend had thrown him out tonight, too.
And there was an angel. An angel? God, she was beautiful. A mass of thick, wavy hair as black as night, which framed her face. A clear, pale complexion that had the look of porcelain. Her face was angular, arched eyebrows, high cheek bones, a straight nose, and a pouting mouth complete with full, sensuous lips.
But her eyes! I realized it must have been the booze. But they seemed to shine like twin beacons. I felt as if I was being sucked into their greyish depths.
As if she sensed me, her eyes locked onto mine in the mirror. A slight smile played at the corners of her luscious mouth as she tilted her head in a quizzical manner.
Ashamed at my behavior, I quickly averted my eyes. I took another deep drink, and nearly choked as it went down the wrong passage. Hesitantly, I again looked in the mirror, to find her staring intently back at me.
Suddenly fear hit me. I didn't understand why, but I suddenly had the feeling I should get out of there. I lurched off my seat as a spasm hit my stomach. I raced to the back of the bar and just made it to the washroom as my stomach heaved.

From: yank@mala.proteus.qc.ca (Flying Yank) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Story: Fallen Angel (2 of 17) Date: 2 Jan 93 05:49:54 GMT Organization: Mala's Refuge, Montreal, Canada

I spent the next while rendering tribute to the Gods in the form of half digested food and what must have been gallons of dark, acidic liquid. I was amazed by the quantity I vomited. I never realized my stomach could hold so much.
Once I was certain my stomach had no further offerings to give up, I made my way to the sink. Only the cold water tap worked, and only a trickle at that. I noticed they had several vending machines. One sold condoms, another pocket combs. There was also one that sold tooth paste complete with a disposable tooth brush.
Searching my pant pockets, I managed to find enough change to purchase the tooth paste. I washed my face in the trickle of cold water. Cupping my hands, I brought several handfuls to my mouth and tried to rinse out the horrible after taste. Squeezing a large gob of tooth paste onto the small brush, I brushed my teeth. God, the stuff tasted almost as bad as what I had just thrown up.
After rinsing my mouth as best I could, I looked for a towel. And of course there wasn't any. Only one of those damned hot-air dryers. I hate those things, always make me feel clammy. Left with no choice, I turned the nozzle so the tepid air was directed at my face.
Before I left the washroom, I checked my appearance in the dirty, cracked mirror over the sink. I looked like shit. Well it was nice to know I looked better than I felt.
I made my way back to the bar. I was happy to see my drink and cigarettes were still there. I glanced down the bar. I felt a pang of disappointment as I noticed she was no longer there.
What was the difference anyways, I chided myself. Like she was just dying to have anything to do with a sick drunk. I reached for a ciga- rette and stuck it in my mouth. I flicked my lighter but nothing happened. I shook it a few times and tried again. Still nothing.
"Here, let me," a voice said softly in my ear, as a hand reached out and took the lighter from me. A small flick, and a weak yellow flame sprang to life. Leaning my cigarette into the flame, I took a deep drag.
"Thanks, I needed that," I said, slowly exhaling. I turned to see who my benefactor was, and was immediately devoured by twin pools of grey. The angel! She was still there.
"Are you okay?" the soft voice questioned. I tore my gaze from the twin beacons, only to find myself staring at that full mouth. Pearl white teeth peeked out between slightly parted lips. "I said, are you okay?" a soft breeze whispered.
I shut my eyes and mentally shook myself. When I opened my eyes, she was still standing there, a questioning look upon her face. "I'm okay, I guess," I replied. Suddenly feeling uncomfortable with her being so close, I reached for my glass.
"Do you really think you should?" she asked. "You'd probably be better off with a cup of black coffee."
I caught a whiff of the amber liquid and my stomach lurched. "Yeah, I guess you're right."
"There's a restaurant across the street," she suggested. "Why don't we get you some coffee. Can't have you going home in this condition."
"Can't go home in any condition," I muttered as I stood. The room swayed around me, and I reached out to steady myself. When I realized I had grabbed on to her, I apologised and tried to let go.
"No," she said, grabbing my arm. "Let me help you." Being in no condition to refuse, I allowed her to steady me and lead me from the bar. Once outside, I was surprised to find it was dark. The sun had still been shining when I had arrived earlier.
Slowly we made our way across the street and into the restaurant. She led us to a booth and helped me into it. Taking a seat opposite me, she ordered a couple of coffees when the waitress came.
I realized I was staring at her. I felt a blush creep up my face, and looked away. We sat there silently until the waitress returned with two large mugs of coffee. As I tried to raise mine to my mouth, I spilled some down my front. Damn, it was hot
She got up from her seat and came around to my side. Reaching for a napkin, she attempted to wipe the coffee off my jacket. "Let's try that again," she said taking the cup from my hand, "only this time, just sip it". She lifted the cup to my mouth and I managed a small sip without spilling it all over. "Now you try," she said, wrapping both my hands around the cup.
My hands shook as they raised the cup upward. Partly due to the booze, but also because of her nearness. Not feeling all that confident, I lowered my head to meet the cup half way. I managed another sip. Carefully setting the cup down, I faced her and said, "Thanks. Didn't mean for you to go to all this trouble."
"No talking until you get at least one cup of coffee into you," she said, smiling. Her fingers wrapped around my hands still holding the cup, and lifted upward. Taking the hint, I took another drink. After the first couple of sips, it didn't seem as hot. I managed to take a few larger swallows. And all the while, her fingers remained wrapped around the backs of my hands.
At first, her touch seemed icy cold. But it must have been because the cup was so hot. Because now her touch seemed to burn. Not a painful burning, but rather a warm physical heat.
Raising the cup, I drained the last of the black liquid. Placing it down on the table with more steadiness than I thought I was capable of, I smiled weakly and said, "Okay. Now can I thank you?"
"Sure," she said, pushing the other cup to me. "But let's see if you can get a second cup in you while we talk."
Taking the cup and lifting it into the air in a mock toast, I said, "Thanks to my rescuing angel." For a moment, I thought I saw a look of startlement in her grey eyes. But if it was there, it quickly passed.
"I don't even know your name," I added.
"Anggie," she replied.
"Anggie?" I said. "And that's short for Angela?"
"Well, if you really must know. My full name is Angelica Maria Dubourbon. And yours?"
"Chris. Christopher William Whalen at your service, fair lady. Funny, when I first saw you tonight, I thought you were an angel. And here I find your name is Angelica-- angelic, how fitting."
"Oh I doubt I'd be confused for an angel. A fallen angel, maybe. But it seems you're feeling better. She must have really hurt you."
"She? How do you know it was a 'she'?"
I don't. Just an impression. You don't strike me as someone who gets drunk on a steady basis. I just figured it must have something to do with a girlfriend or a wife. You looked like someone trying to drown an unpleasant memory."
I don't know why, but suddenly I had this urge to tell her every- thing. As the whole, painful story erupted from my lips, Anggie sat there, listening attentively, her hands clasping mine. Finally I finished, tears streaming down my cheeks. Somehow, sharing this with her seemed to lessen the pain.

From: yank@mala.proteus.qc.ca (Flying Yank) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Story: Fallen Angel (3 of 17) Date: 2 Jan 93 17:17:43 GMT Organization: Mala's Refuge, Montreal, Canada

Anggie reached for a napkin and gently wiped the tears from my face. "Seems to me, it was a matter of pride and ego getting in the way. I'm sure if you went back and apologised, you'd find Ellie is just as miserable as you."
"I can't go back. She's there with Karen, her queer lover," I said, surprised by the bitterness in my voice.
"Now you're not being fair. You assume that because she and this Karen were once lovers, she meant to sleep with her to spite you. Ellie was probably as hurt as you, and just wanted to be with someone who cared."
I knew Anggie was probably right. But still, I couldn't face Ellie. Not with Karen there, not tonight. I said as much to Anggie.
"Well, you'll need some place to stay tonight. You can't very well sleep in your car. I'd invite you home with me, but I don't think you and my roommates would appreciate one another. Least, not just yet."
She had actually considered me staying with her tonight? I felt a stirring between my legs at the idea of sleeping with her. And then promptly chastised myself for having such lewd thoughts. I mean, she was just concerned about me and only trying to be helpful. And here I was thinking of her as if she was some kind of whore.
Again, I felt myself blush. To avoid looking at her, I quickly drained the last of the coffee. The touch of her fingers on my hand burned stronger. I had this sudden urge to hold her in my arms and kiss her. I could almost feel her mouth pressed tight against mine.
"Why don't we take a walk?" she asked. "The fresh air will do you good."
I raise a hand to my lips. The feel and taste of her luscious lips seemed as real as if we had actually kissed.
"Come on, let's go," she said, standing.
As if enthraled, I followed her to the cashier and paid for the coffees. We left the restaurant and started to walk. I had no idea where we were, but she seemed to know the neighborhood.
After walking several blocks, we found ourselves at an entrance to a park. I hesitated, not feeling comfortable going in there at night.
As if she read my thoughts, she said, "Come on. It's safe. I quite often come here alone at night." Feeling a bit foolish, I followed her.
Once we entered the park, it became darker, blacker. The street lights were blocked by the trees. I could just barely make out her silhouette. She took hold of my hand and led us deeper into the park.
Suddenly she stopped. As if getting her bearings, she stood absolutely still for a moment. "This way," she said as she plunged into the trees.
I stumbled after her, trying not to run into a tree or bush. How she could see in all this blackness amazed me. I was about to ask her to slow down when we came to a clearing.
God, it was beautiful. A small lake... well actualky it was more like a large pond... stood in the center of the clearing. A full moon filled the area with brightness that gave everything a silvery glow. As I looked at Anggie, her pale, translucent skin seemed to grow brighter.
"Isn't it beautiful here?" she asked, staring up at the moon.
While she described the beauty of nature around us, I only saw her. I had been so taken by her angelic face and those mysterious grey eyes, I hadn't really noticed the rest of her.
She was slender, but not skinny. She came up to about my chin. I figured that made her about 5'6". Her midnight black hair cascaded softly to just below her shoulders. Small, pert breasts, a narrow waist, and slender, almost boyishly narrow hips sat atop a pair of long, shapely legs.
She was still talking as I reached out a hand to cup her face. As she turned to me, I leaned down and brushed my lips softly against hers. When she did not move away, I pressed my mouth tighter against her. Her lips partly slightly, and I took this as my cue to slip my tongue into her warm, moist mouth.
It was as if I was kissing a live, electrical wire. A current of excitement coursed through my body. I felt her melt against me, as she wrapped her arms around my neck. Her tongue met mine, and again I felt an electric charge pass between us.
Suddenly it was if I was caught in some kind of weird feedback loop.

An intense pleasure seemed to pass between us, increasing in strength with each cycle. The world receded from my awareness, replaced by her warm body, tightly pressed against mine.
One hand pressed tightly against the back of her head, the other moved down across her back until it came to rest on her firm buttocks. I was surprised at the hardness of her as I gently kneaded one nether cheek through the fabric of her dress. She reciprocated by dropping a hand to my waist and pulling me tighter against her stomach. My penis, now fully erect, tingled with the contact.
I was finding it very difficult to breath. It was if she was sucking the air from my lungs. Her tongue filled my mouth completely, searching, exploring. I experienced a mixture of relief and regret when she finally broke our kiss.
I felt a shiver run through her body as she buried her face in my chest. Still caught in that feedback loop, I, too, shivered. I nuzzled my face in her hair, an earthy aroma filling my nostrils. Sheepishly, realizing my hand still grasped her buttock, I moved it up to the small of her back.
I stood very still, not daring to move for fear of breaking the spell that bound us. When Anggie finally broke our embrace and moved away, my heart skipped a beat. It was as if suddenly I had lost a part of me. Involuntarily, I reached out to her and drew her back into my embrace.
She looked up into my face and smiled. The moonlight, reflected in her eyes, made them seem shiny, feverish. Her lips appeared swollen as if our kiss had in some manner abused them. Her hand caressed my cheek, leaving a burning trail in its path.
"Oh Chris, that was beautiful," she said softly. "I haven't felt like that in a long, long time."
I lightly kissed her forehead in response. She grasped my face and tilted it downward until our lips brushed. Thinking she wanted me to kiss her again, I pressed my mouth against hers.
But I was wrong. She pressed my head further downward. My lips brushed against her throat. My tongue lightly licked the skin in the small hollow at the base of her neck. I traced the outline of her collarbone, first in one direction, and then in the other.
I felt her hand push its way between us. I moved to give her room, all the while maintaining my contact with her throat. I could feel her unbuttoning the top of her dress. My mouth and tongue moved down to the newly exposed skin, licking and kissing the creamy flesh.
Suddenly impatient with her slowness, I pushed the top of her dress down over her shoulders. I marvelled at the whiteness of her exposed skin. Reaching behind her, I undid the clasps holding her bra. I pushed the straps down over her shoulders, and roughly pulled her breasts free of the confining cups.

From: yank@mala.proteus.qc.ca (Flying Yank) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Story: Fallen Angel (4 of 17) Date: 2 Jan 93 17:19:11 GMT Organization: Mala's Refuge, Montreal, Canada

I couldn't believe the feelings of pleasure I felt. I was like a rutting animal, the heat between my legs consuming me. I attacked her breasts, sucking in mouthfuls of the firm flesh. My tongue lashed across her nipples, my teeth lightly nipping them until I felt them harden.
I sank to my knees, pulling her down with me. My hands slipped beneath the hem of her dress and searched upward. They found the waistband of her panties, and pulled them down. I pushed her backward until she lay on the ground beside me. I pushed up the bottom of her dress, exposing her nakedness.
I lightly ran my hand over her thighs. I ran my fingers through the thick mass of pubic hair covering her mound. My blood was boiling in my veins as I lowered my face between her legs and nuzzled the bush with my mouth. I parted the hair, exposing her vagina. Running a finger along the edge of her outer lips, I gently blew on the tender flesh.
"Y-y-yessss-s-s-s," Anggie moaned as she arched her back. Raising her hips upward, she spread her legs further apart. Her hands entwined themselves in my hair, and firmly pressed my face against her vagina. I responded by spreading her outer vaginal lips and running my tongue along the length of the inner lips.
Once again I seemed to be gripped by a sexual frenzy. My pleasure seemed to increase dramatically the more I tried to return the pleasure to her. My penis ached within its confinement. As I stabbed my tongue deep within her vaginal channel, tiny shocks ran up and down my shaft.
"Stop! Chris, stop. Someone is coming."
As quickly as my passion had come, it left me. I was dazed and confused by the sudden change in feelings. I looked up at Anggie to see her sitting up.
"Help me with this," she commanded, indicating her bra. I scrambled to my feet and refastened the bra behind her back. She moved to her knees and pulled up her panties. She stood and rebuttoned the front of her dress. Giving her dress a brief brushing, she held out a hand to me.

"Come, we have to leave here."
Still dazed by the sudden turn of events, I slowly got to my feet. She grabbed my hand and pulled me after her. Once again we were swal- lowed up by the darkness of the trees.
Soon we were back on the street in front of the entrance to the park. Anggie started walking in what I thought was the direction of the restaurant.
"We have to get you somewhere to stay tonight. Did you have place in mind?"
I answered no, that I hadn't really thought about it.
"There's a decent motel not far from here. It's not the best, but it's clean. And not too expensive. Why don't we get you checked in there?"
I had no objections. I needed someplace to stay. The motel would be as good as anywhere else. I suggested we get my car as it had my luggage. Anggie led us back to the restaurant where I located the car. Following her directions, we soon arrived at the motel. Parking in front of the office, we went inside.
The desk clerk looked up as we entered, and eyed us suspiciously. Shit, I swore silently. I could imagine what we looked like-- Anggie's hair was a mess, and I looked as if I had rolled in a garbage dumpster. Trying to look like I knew what I was doing, I asked for a room.
"We don't rent rooms by the hour," the clerk snapped.
"I'm glad to hear that. My wife and I were hoping to stay a few days. Had some car trouble earlier. And right now I just want to get out of these clothes and into a nice hot shower."
The clerk still looked sceptical. "We are pretty busy this time of year. If you expect to stay several days, you'll need to reserve the rooms now."
"No problem," I answered, taking out my wallet. "Here's my credit card. Might as well run it through the machine," I said, tossing my AmEx Gold card on the counter.
At the sight of the card, and with the promise of several night's bookings, the clerk's attitude suddenly changed. "Right away, sir," he said, getting up. "And how many nights would you care to reserve for?"
"Might as well make it for two, I guess. What do you think, sweetheart?" I asked Anggie, trying not to laugh out loud.
She smiled and said, "Well, maybe we should just make it for one night. You never know what the rooms are like in a place like this."
"I assure you, madam, our rooms are spotless, and very comfortable," the clerk said, as if to suggest otherwise was an insult.
"I'm sure they are," I said. "Book us one of your better rooms for two nights to start. We'll let you know tomorrow, if we intend to stay longer."
"That'll be Room 215, Sir. Take the center staircase and turn right at the top of the stairs. You'll find an ice machine at the end of the corridor, as well as vending machines. The snackbar is closed right now.

But it opens at six in the morning, if you're interested in breakfast.
Thanking him, and taking the key, we practically ran from the office. We both started laughing uncontrollably by the time we got to the car. I moved it closer to the stairs, and retrieving my bag, we headed up to our room.
Upon arriving at the room, I unlocked the door and waited for Anggie to entered. She motioned me to go first. Thinking she was afraid, I did so and turned on the lights. I tossed my bag on the floor near the bed. Turning around I was surprised to see her still standing outside.
Suddenly I was afraid that she wasn't going to spend the night with me. Walking to the door, I said, "Well, I guess..."
"Are you going to invite me in?" she asked.
Was she afraid I didn't want her? "Yes. Please enter my humble abode," I said with a low bow.
Anggie smiled and walked into the room. Standing in the center, she slowly turned around, checking out the room. "Not bad," she said. "It looks clean. Guess we'll just have to find out how comfortable it is."
I moved to her and took her in my arms. She raised up on her tip- toes and pressed her mouth to mine. Suddenly, I felt the return of my passion. My hands flew to the buttons on her dress and started to unbutton them.
"No," she commanded, pushing me away. "First you." And with that she pushed my jacket off my shoulders. As it dropped to the floor, she moved to the buttons on my shirt. I tried to help her, but she pushed my hands away. Freeing my shirt from my pants, she slipped it off. Her hands moved to my belt and unbuckled it.
She pushed me backward until I stood at the foot of the bed. She pressed down on my shoulders until I sat on the bed. Then she bent and caught a leg in her hands. Lifting it, she removed my shoe and sock.
I watched her undress me and found it excited me. Glancing at me from under her lashes, Anggie smiled and raised my bare foot to her mouth. Her tongue flicked out and licked my big toe. Involuntarily, my foot jerked at the touch. Slowly, she took it in her mouth and started sucking on it.

From: yank@mala.proteus.qc.ca (Flying Yank) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Story: Fallen Angel (5 of 17) Date: 2 Jan 93 17:20:45 GMT Organization: Mala's Refuge, Montreal, Canada

A searing spasm of pleasure flared in my crotch as she sucked it as if it was a cock. All too soon she stopped and let my leg fall to the floor. She grabbed my other leg, and after removing the shoe and sock, lightly ran her tongue along the sole of my foot. Another spasm shook my body.
"Lay back and lift your other leg," she said.
I leaned back, supporting myself on my elbows so I could watch her, and lifted my leg. She grabbed the cuffs of each pants leg and pulled. To help her, I lifted my hips, and she pulled my pants free. She looked down at my body, naked except for my briefs. Seeing my erection strain- ing against the material, she smiled.
My eyes drank in her beauty. Her hair, still messed from our previous romp, gave her a wild, wanton look that set my blood boiling. I watched, mesmerized, as her hands unbuttoned her dress. As she shrugged it off her shoulders, it fell to the floor, revealing her slender body.
As she reached behind to unclasp her bra, my breath caught in my throat as her covered breasts were thrust forward by her movements. Teasingly, she crossed her arms across her chest, as she slipped the bra straps off each shoulder. Slowly, she lowered her arms, exposing her small, firm breasts.
My hungry eyes devoured her body, naked except for the lacy panties that hid her love box from my view. God, I was horny. I wanted to suck and lick those dark nipples until they were rigid with desire. I wanted to bury my face in that hot, moist cleft between her legs until she shivered with delight. I wanted to grab her and fuck her right there on the floor, until she cried for release.
As if sensing my desire, she said, "Patience, Chris. The waiting will just make it that much better." Her hands cupped her breasts as if offering them to me. Her fingers tweaked those succulent nipples, and I felt my testicles constrict in response.
I watched as her hands caressed and teased flesh that I wanted so much to touch. I groaned as I watched her hand slip beneath her panty to finger her vagina. I was going crazy with desire.
Anggie turned her back to me, and lowered her panties, revealing the twin globes of her buttocks. Leaning over at the waist, she grasped her nether cheeks and spread them, revealing the small brown rosette that was her rectum. Playfully, she slapped each cheek, causing them to jiggle.
I struggled to a sitting position. I had no more patience. All I had was lust, hot, demanding lust. She had no right to tease me like this. I had to have her. And nothing was going to stop me.
Suddenly I was pushed back down on the bed. Anggie stood at the foot of the bed. I wondered ho she could have moved so fast. Hands on hips, a scowl on her face, she stared at me.
"I said patience. Don't rush things."
"Please," I whimpered. "I can't take much more. I need you badly."
The scowl changed to a smile. "You want me?" she teased.
"God, yes," I replied."
Anggie knelt between my legs. My body arched upward at the touch of her hands on my thighs. Again, I had a brief sensation of being touch by something clammy and cold. But this quickly passed, as her hands seemed to burn into my flesh.
"Tell me how much you want me," she said.
"I want you more than anything," I managed to gasp as her hands lightly caressed my aching shaft through my briefs.
"More than money? More than happiness? More than Ellie? More than life?"
"Yes. Yes! Yes, more than anything," I cried out, the urgency of my desire becoming more than I could bear.
Her fingers played at the waistband of my briefs, as she asked, "Would you do anything for me?"
"Yes," I whimpered.
"Would you follow me anywhere? Be my slave, Chris?"
"Yes, I'd do anything you wanted. Please Anggie, I'm in pain."
Slowly, she pulled on the waistband, drawing it down over my hips. My erection sprang upward, once freed of its constraints. She reached out and grasped it with both hands. Her touch burned. I've never known such intense pleasure in my life.
"Would you kill for me? Would you die for me?"
"Y-Y-Y-E-SSSSSSSSSS!" I screamed as her tongue flicked across the tip of my penis. God, the pain... the pleasure... I wasn't sure which. All I knew was I didn't ever want her to stop.
Her tongue traced a line down the underside of my erection. She licked my scrotum and then gently took one sac into her mouth. While her lips tightly closed around it, her tongue continued to lash the tender nut, sending searing waves of pleasure/pain along every nerve ending in my body.
"Please, Angel. I can't take much more. If you don't let up, I won't have any control left," I begged.
In answer, she sucked hard on the testicle in her mouth, causing me to again groan in pleasant agony. Releasing her hold on me, she lifted her head and looked at me.
"Don't worry, my precious Christopher. I want you to come. Take the edge off. That way we'll be able to able to enjoy a slower fuck. And not have to worry about you becoming too excited." With that, she took my bursting erection into her warm, moist mouth.
Her eyes never left mine as her mouth tormented me. Her hands caressed my scrotum, squeezing and pulling the now tight flesh. My hips started a counter-rhythm to her movements, causing the tip of my cock to strike the back of her throat each time she swallowed me completely.
I felt my scrotum tighten further as the pressure became even more unbearable. I could feel my cum slowly force its way upward. Finally, in a searing, blazing nova of pure physical pleasure, I threw my head back and screamed as I erupted into her hot mouth.
Her mouth continued to suck my throbbing shaft as it pumped shot after shot of hot cum against the back of her throat. Finally, my thrashing sub-sided, and I could feel my penis grow limp. But she continued to suck it until I was forced to beg her to stop.
Almost reluctantly she released me. Some of my cum had dribbled down her chin. Smiling, she wiped her mouth and her chin with her fingers. "That was good. And it's going to be even better the second time," she said, getting to her feet. Moving around to the side of the bed, she said, "Move up on the bed."
My body was drained. There wasn't an ounce of strength left. I can't ever remember being so totally sated before in my life. I really didn't want to disappoint her, but I was sure there was no way I'd ever get it up again tonight. All I really wanted to do was sleep.
Anggie knelt on the bed, and, grabbing my shoulders, shook me. "Come on, move up. We've only just started. Don't quit on me now."
"I'm sorry, Angel. God knows I want to. But while the mind is willing, the flesh is dead."
"And the dead shall rise with the second coming. Just move up a bit and I'll prove to you that your real name is Lazarus," she teased.

From: yank@mala.proteus.qc.ca (Flying Yank) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Story: Fallen Angel (6 of 17) Date: 3 Jan 93 15:50:52 GMT Organization: Mala's Refuge, Montreal, Canada

I inwardly winced at her blasphemy. But I squirmed upward until just my feet hung off the foot of the bed. Anggie straddle my legs and laid down on top of me. Her head didn't quite reached my chin. She pressed her crotch against mine, rubbing her bush against my limp penis. I felt nothing.
"I'm sorry. Really I am. But you are truly beating a dead horse," I said, trying to make light of the situation. I really did feel bad. She had just given me the most extraordinary climax of my life. And so far, she had received nothing in return. "Why don't you straddle my face. I can at least do for you what you did for me," I offered.
"Don't sell yourself short. Or for that matter, me. You just need a bit of rest, and maybe some stimulation. I want the real thing. I've waited too many years for this. I won't allow you to disappoint me."
Anggie moved down to the middle of my thighs. She placed her hands on either side of my chest and pressed her body tightly against mine. She slowly rubbed her body against mine as she moved forward. Her mouth and tongue licked and kissed my flesh as she moved upward. Her breasts pressed hard against me. And her stomach rubbed against my penis. Once she reached my upper chest, she reversed her direction and moved back down my body.
God, that felt good. As she continued to move up and down my body, the friction she was causing seemed to stimulate the nerve endings in my chest, stomach and groin. I was surprised to feel myself respond. I lightly wrapped my arms around her and allowed myself to drift in the rising tide of pleasure I was feeling.
Anggie moved upward slightly, until her vagina pressed against my shaft. Raising her upper body just a bit, only her breasts continued to brush against me. She continued her slow, titillating movements, using her body to gently massage mine.
I felt myself harden under the direct contact of her vagina. So did Anggie. She squirmed a bit until her outer vaginal lips enfolded my semi-erect shaft. Her movements became more exaggerated as her vagina slid up and down the length of my shaft.
Once again my pleasure seemed to grow in large increments, almost as if it was doubling and tripling with each passing moment. My shaft, now fully erect, jumped each time its tip slipped from the soft folds of her slit and brushed against her thick bush.
Soon I was moaning uncontrollably. Anggie pushed herself up, and with a deft movement of her hips, impaled herself on my shaft. I groaned with pleasure as she settled back, forcing my cock deep inside her. I arched my back, trying to push myself deeper still.
"No!" she snapped, pressing my hips down. "Let me do it. Just lay there and feel it. Feel what no other woman can ever give you, my sweet Christopher. Feel, so I can feel."
God, she was right. No one had ever made me feel like this. It was like an addiction. Each new plateau of pleasure left me wanting to go higher. Anggie again did something with her hips that caused a sudden surge of raw pleasure to course through my body. A continuous groan escaped me, increasing in volume as she continued to torture me. A torture I never wanted to end.
Anggie continued to ride me. Sometimes so slowly that it seemed she hardly moved at all, her vaginal muscles playing over my embedded shaft. Other times, she moved so rapidly, the room filled with the sounds of flesh striking flesh as she slammed against me.
Briefly, in the back of my mind, I wondered how much longer I could take this. I had never lasted this long before. But such thoughts disappeared as my senses were overloaded with the raw power of pleasure she continually fed to me.
But nothing lasts forever, no matter how much we want it too. Once again I felt the pressure building deep down in my center. I could no longer restrain my body, and my hips started to rise and fall with her movements. My hands dug into her and pulled her down on top of me.
Anggie reached between us and grasped my shaft between her fingers. Raising herself until the tip of my shaft broke free, she pinched it hard with her nails. GOD! THE PAIN! My mind screamed in protest as I tried to catch my breath.
"Not just yet, my precious," she whispered, gently stroking my shrinking shaft. "I have not yet had my fill. But soon, I promise you. Soon we shall join together in the ultimate physical pleasure. Just be patient a little bit more, my darling. Just let your Angel feel a little bit more."
Less than gently, she stuffed my softened penis back in her love box. Again she started her torturous ride, as her vaginal muscles gently squeezed and released my shaft. God, I've never known anyone like her. Quickly the pain was replaced by pleasant sensations, and my shaft hardened in response.
Soon my whole body shivered with mind-numbing pleasure. Anggie again lowered her upper body so her dangling breasts lightly caressed my chest. Her rigid nipples burned across my sensitized skin, adding further overloads to my nervous system.
My body floated in space. Each time I felt a part of her against me, it was like a thousand volts of electricity passed through me. Her hands burned my skin as she raked her nails across my chest. Her nipples were like fiery brands, leaving charred flesh wherever they touched. Her slit was like a bed of coals, encasing my straining erection.
I had passed beyond pleasure. I had gone beyond pain. My entire body had turned into a gigantic cock. My entire being was one continuous orgasm, never diminishing, never ending. Surely I had died, and my angel, my sweet fallen angel had carried me off to some special heaven.
I was moaning uncontrollably as Anggie pressed her mouth to my breast, her tongue lashing against my nipple. That proved to be the last straw, as I felt my orgasm swell within my near bursting shaft. This time Anggie did not try to stop the inevitable. Instead she started nipping my chest and nipple with her teeth. I was surprised that instead of being painful, it only increased the pleasure I felt.
Suddenly I felt her teeth sink into my flesh. A searing pain coursed through me as I screamed, "God damned bitch bit me!" Then as suddenly as the pain came, it left. A pleasant burning sensation filled me as my orgasm exploded. All the mind-blowing pleasure I had experi- enced up to that moment was nothing compared to pleasure I felt now. The intensity of the pleasure that shook my body was more than my mind could take. Suddenly, everything ceased to exist as my mind fell into total blackness.

------o0o------

Slowly, I emerged from the blackness. There was a high school marching band clamouring around in my head. And the Sahara desert had moved into my mouth while I slept. I groaned out loud as my head suddenly realized it was hung-over.
Every muscle in my body protested as I tried to turn my head. God, I've never felt this bad after a drunk. The dim glow of sunlight, leaking in from around the curtains, seared my eyes. I shut them tight in pain. Slowly, I opened them to mere slits and found I could just tolerate the brightness.

From: yank@mala.proteus.qc.ca (Flying Yank) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Story: Fallen Angel (7 of 17) Date: 3 Jan 93 15:52:18 GMT Organization: Mala's Refuge, Montreal, Canada

I appeared to be alone. At least Angelica was no longer in bed with me. Carefully turning my head, I saw the bathroom door was open. I could neither see nor hear her. Guess she took off. I felt a pang of regret.
My groin area ached from the work-out it had received last night. Matter of fact, my whole body ached. I felt as if I had just run a marathon. But God, she had been fantastic. Even in my widest dreams, I never imagined sex could be that good.
I'd had my share of sex partners. And Ellie and I had a great physical relationship. (Even if our emotional one was shit at the moment). But I'd never experienced such extreme physical enjoyment... enjoyment? Shit, more like pure, raw ecstasy. Just the memory of last night caused my penis to throb.
I closed my eyes, and allowed my mind to re-experience the night's events. Once again, my angel's face hovered above me, her grey eyes sucking at my soul. Her firm, hard breasts caressing my chest, her tight womb swallowing my being as I drowned in a sea of sweet, vibrant pleas- ures. And once again I fell into the blackness.

-----o0o-----

My consciousness struggled to the surface, chasing away shadowy images of a beautiful fallen angel. My eyes opened slowly, fearful of the brightness, only to find the room bathed in a soft, diffused light. The racket in my head had subsided to a tolerable dull roar.
I was still alone. My body felt limp, without energy. But when I moved, there was less discomfort than earlier. Slowly I slid a leg off the bed and onto the floor. Pushing myself up into a sitting position, I sat there, girding myself for the next step-- standing up.
I was surprised at the way I felt. I was numb, listless. Just standing seemed to take more effort than it was worth. But somehow I managed to get myself into the bathroom.
After relieving a bloated bladder (which in itself was near ecstasy), I stepped into the shower. The blast of steaming hot water seemed to help clear the cobwebs from my brain, but did little to rejuvenate my sagging energy levels.
Still feeling sluggish, I towelled off and returned to the other room. Looking around I saw someone had picked up my clothing, and having neatly folded them, placed them on a chair. My bag was where I had left it last night near the door. Grabbing the bag, I tossed it on the bed and opened it. Taking out a change of clothing, I got dressed.
As I dressed, images of last night flashed through my consciousness.

My penis, fully erect, throbbed with pleasure. As I pulled my pants on, the confinement of my shaft became pure agony. I briefly played with the idea of jerking off. And just as quickly, discarded it. I wasn't some pimply-face teen aged kid. At last dressed, I headed down to my car. With no destination in ming, I drove away from the motel.
Several cars driving in the other direction flashed their headlights at me. I suddenly realized the sun had set, and I had been driving without being consciously aware of doing so. I quickly turned on my car lights, and tried to take my bearings.
For a reason I could not fathom, I seemed compelled to drive in a certain direction. I did not spend much time trying to analyze the compulsion, but simply went with it. I drove by the old cemetery. Nowadays, it was more of a historical site. There were few people still alive who had relatives or loved ones buried here. (Most of the burials took place at the newer cemetery located on the other end of town.)
I suddenly needed to park the car. Again, I briefly wondered why the sudden urge. But as soon as the question appeared in my mind, it disappeared. Getting out of the car, I walked to the entrance.
The next thing I knew, I was standing outside a large mausoleum. How I got there, I had no idea. As I looked back to where I thought the road was, I heard movement near by.
Turning toward the sound, I saw her. She was dressed exactly as she had been the night before. A burst of raw, animal passion surged through me. God, I wanted her.
"Ah, my precious Christopher. At last you have come. I was afraid you would resist. I am so weak this night. But soon you will help me with that. And then later, we shall explore and feast together. Come!" she commanded, entering the mausoleum.
I couldn't have refused her even if I thought to. Like a dog who smells a bitch in heat, I followed her eagerly into the building, waiting for the chance to satisfy my lust. The inside was dark. I could just barely see her. I quickly moved to her, grabbed her in my arms and smashed my mouth against hers.
Her hands flew to my chest. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of my shirt, only to realize they couldn't remove it that way. (I had put on one of those pull-over golf shirts. You know the type with the three or four buttons at the neck?) Her hands tore at my shirt as she pulled it from my pants. She pushed me away from her as she raised it to my chest.
I had a fire burning between my legs. I pressed my groin hard against her stomach. My hands left her and tore at my belt buckle. I glanced up at her expecting to see her tearing at her clothes, and froze.
Her face! It was changing. God, I must still be drunk from last night, I thought. Her chin elongated, growing longer and more pointed. Her lips stretched in a sick smile, across her face as her mouth grew in size. And her teeth. Those sweet, white pearls had suddenly become ragged, cruel, with long, protruding canines.
Her eyes change from the deep grey to a sickly, glowing yellow. She was a monster. And I couldn't move or cry out. My limbs no longer obeyed me. It was like I had suddenly become a prisoner within my own body. I could think. But that was all I could do.
"Ah, my precious. Does my appearance distress you?" she hissed through those hideous teeth. "Have you never seen pictures of vampires before? Let me assure you, I am one of the least hideous. But come, we waste time. I can feel my strength ebbing. I know you're still weak from our last joining, but I promise I will only take a little. Just enough for me to manage until we make other arrangements."
Through no will of my own, my body moved closer to her. I felt a shiver as she caressed my bare chest. She lowered her face to my breast and her tongue lashed across my nipple. Again, I felt the fire burn in my groin. My mind was screaming in terror, yet my body screamed for her touch.
Suddenly, I felt a cold stab of terrifying pain as she sank her teeth into me. And then, as it happened last night, (I wondered why I had not remembered this happening last night until this moment.) my body was consumed by the most exquisite physical ecstasy imaginable.

From: yank@mala.proteus.qc.ca (Flying Yank) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Story: Fallen Angel (8 of 17) Date: 3 Jan 93 15:53:49 GMT Organization: Mala's Refuge, Montreal, Canada

I have no idea how long we were... What was her word? Joined? Yes, that's it. I had no idea how long we were joined, but slowly, my mind cleared through the consuming fires. She stood before me, a bemused smile on her face. Her face. It was normal, beautiful. The face I had fallen for the night before when I had first seen her in the mirror. She was once again my angel.
I thought I must be going crazy. Had I imagined it all? The discomfort of my erection, confined within my pants, was certainly not imaginary. I looked down at my chest and my heart skipped a beat.
There they were-- two small holes just above the nipple. Each tinged a sick purple, obviously inflamed. I quickly glanced at her, expecting to see that monster. But there only stood Angelica, sweet, angelic, and beautiful.
"Poor Christopher," she said. "You are confused. Don't worry, my darling. Soon you will get used to it. Come, we must go. I have had but a small taste of that which I need, that which I crave. They are not in themselves the same thing. But without either, I can not survive."
I understood nothing of what she said. It didn't matter. I was with my angel. And whatever she wanted, she would have. I followed her back to my car. Without further conversation, we drove away.
Angelica sat at my side, her hand lightly on my thigh. I was finding it very difficult to concentrate on driving. I wasn't even paying attention to where we were going. We were somewhere on Highway 103. I tried to casually place a hand on her leg, but she simply placed it back on the steering wheel.
"Wait, precious. Soon you will have more than you could possibly want."
Feeling irritated, I snapped, "Yeah right. Am I simply suppose to drive around in circles all night, waiting for you to get in the mood?"
She chuckled and told me to take the next exit. The exit sign indicated we were in Delston. We must have been driving for about an hour. Once off the highway, she directed me to the older, shabby part of the city. I wondered how she knew her way around so well. Maybe she lived here. It took me a moment to realize we had entered the 'red- light' district.
"Slow down," she urged. "I've decided to allow you to select tonight's entertainment," she said, rolling down her window and indicat- ing the girls lounging along the street.
While I had been to Delston several times, I'd never been in this area. The street seemed to be literally crowded with prostitutes. It was something out of a movie. I slowed the car and watched the women as we drove by.
"They live such hollow lives, don't they?" she said softly. "They are the lost ones. Cynical, frightened, they sell their bodies, even their souls, to support their private Hell. Whether that hell be some abusive, uncaring man, or some soul sucking drug."
"They are so lonely, so desperate, they give everything they have for what little pleasure or sense of security they can find. How alike we are. Well tonight, one of them will know, for a brief moment, the ultimate happiness. And the final solution to their petty problems. Pick one, my precious. Pick one you find irresistible."
I looked at each girl as we slowly continued along the street. The fact that I had a woman in the car with me didn't seem to deter them from hawking their wares. Some were actually pretty, or at least would have been if they weren't so tawdry.
Suddenly, my eyes stopped on one standing back against a building. She was a small girl, blond and tanned. Looked more like a college co-ed than a hooker. Dressed in a halter and tight shorts, she wasn't as overly made up as some of the others. I liked her clean looks.
"Ah, she does look special, my precious," Angelica said. "Shall I call her over?"
Without waiting for my reply, Angelica motioned to the girl. The girl glanced nervously to the left and right before awkwardly walking over to the car. It was obvious she was not comfortable in the high- heels she wore. It was also obvious she was frightened, as she kept glancing back at the dark alley next to the building.
As she neared the car, the frightened look was replaced by what she must have thought was a seductive smile. "Hi," she said, brightly.
"We were thinking of having a party," Angelica told her. "My friend and I were wondering if you'd join us.?
"Er... Sure," the young hooker said, her voice unsteady. "We can go around the back. I have a room up on the third floor."
"Actually, we were thinking more along the lines of going some place private, and spending the night. We'll make it worth your while," Angelica offered.
"Well, I don't know... I mean..." She glanced back at the alley. "I'll give you a good party upstairs. It's pretty private. You don't need to go anywhere else"
"Maybe next time," Angelica said, motioning me to start driving.
"No! Wait," the girl cried out. "Maybe I can. I'll have to check first and..."
"You do that, sweetheart," Angelica said. "But don't take too long, the night is wasting."
The girl hurried to the alley. I couldn't see who she was talking to, but the conversation seemed quite animated. After a moment, she returned.
"It'll cost you extra. I mean spending the entire night and all," she said.
"And I'm sure you'll make it all worthwhile. How much extra?" Angelica asked.
The girl mentioned a figure that caused me to let out a low whistle.

These girls made a pretty good living if that was what they normally charged. Angelica didn't flinch, and agreed to the price.
"Er... I gotta get the money up front," the girl said. "Not that I don't trust you or anything like that. But..."
Angelica opened her purse (I hadn't even noticed she had one), counted out the money, and handed it to the young hooker.
Once again the girl hurried to the alley. We watched as she handed the money to someone hidden in the shadows and then quickly hurried back to the car.
Angelica opened the car door and stepped out. She indicted the girl should get in first. The girl hesitated, glanced back at the alley, and then got in the car. She slid over to make room for Angelica, and sat staring straight ahead. Once the three of us were the car, I started driving. Not really knowing why, I headed back to the highway.
The girl became agitated. "Where are you taking me?' she demanded.
"It's okay, sweetheart," Angelica said. "We're just going a couple of miles. You know the old motel out on the highway?"
"You mean the Blue Swan? The one near the truck stop?"
"That's the one. You ever been there?"
"Once," the girl replied. As we were squeezed together in the front seat, I felt the shudder as it passed through her.

From: yank@mala.proteus.qc.ca (Flying Yank) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Story: Fallen Angel (9 of 17) Date: 4 Jan 93 23:57:16 GMT Organization: Mala's Refuge, Montreal, Canada

"What's your name, sweetheart?" Angelica asked.
"Amy," the girl replied.
"That's a pretty name. Just the kind of name I'd expect a pretty girl like you to have," Angelica added as she put an arm around the girl's shoulder. Amy's body went rigid at the contact. "My name is Angel. And that's Chris over there. Now that we know each other's name, we can become better acquainted." Angelica traced an imaginary line along the girl's thigh, from the knee to the edge of the tight shorts.
"Please don't," Amy pleaded.
"Don't? Did you say, don't?" Angelica challenged. "Maybe we should turn around and go back. I'm sure whoever that was in that alley will be more than willing to return our money."
"No! Don't! If I go back now, he'll beat the shit out of me."
"He? Who's he?"
"Rick. He's... er... He's my manager. Please don't go back. You can touch me. I don't mind, really. I guess I'm just feeling a bit nervous tonight."
"You're new at this, aren't you?" Angelica asked, her hand returning to the girl's thigh.
"I've been around," Amy replied, defiantly.
"I'm sure you have. But working the streets isn't something you've done for long, my sweet."
"Doesn't matter how long I've been working the streets. I know what I'm doing. I'll do you good, you'll see."
"I'm sure you will," Angelica said. I could hear the laughter in her voice. "Have you ever done it with another woman?"
"Well... I and this other girl, Cindy did a special show one time at this party," Amy said, somewhat timidly.
"Good, I'm glad to hear you're experienced," Angelica replied.
"Well... It was mostly pretend. But I'm a quick learner, really I am," she added.
"I hope so. Why don't you kiss me?" Angelica suggested. The girl just sat there. "Don't be afraid. I don't bite. ... Much."
Amy turned and, pressing her mouth hard against Angelica, kissed her. Angelica immediately pushed the girl away. "No, not like that. Kiss me like you would want someone to kiss you. Come on, try it again."
Again Amy kissed the woman, and again she was pushed away. "I'm glad you told me you're a fast learner," Angelica said. "Because you certainly have a lot to learn. Here, sit back, and let me show you how to kiss properly."
I watched them in the rear-view mirror. Angelica turned in her seat and leaned over to kiss the girl. Her lips caressed the other's mouth. Her tongue ran lightly over the girl's lips. Softly, she placed small kisses over the girl's chin. mouth, and nose. Slowly, Amy relaxed and allowed herself to enjoy Angelica's attention.
I saw the lights of the motel up ahead. I glanced at the two women and saw Angelica insert her tongue between Amy's parted lips. I slowed the car and turned into the motel's driveway. I watched as Angelica moved back against the door causing Amy to follow after her. I pulled into an empty parking spot, turned off the ignition, and waited for them.
Gently breaking the kiss, Angelica pushed Amy away. "Now that was much better. I'm really looking forward to see what else you can do with that mouth. But for now, we'll just wait here while Chris gets us a room." As I got out of the car, she called, "See if we can get the end unit, my precious."
I quickly rented the room Angelica had requested, and returned outside. I had found watching the two girls kiss a tremendous turn on. I was eager to be alone with the two of them. I saw them standing outside the end unit and hurried over. Unlocking the door, I went in and turned on the lights. They followed me inside.
"Not as nice as our room last night," Angelica said, closing the door. "But it will do." Motioning me to her side, she added, "Come, my precious. Amy is about to reveal her charms for our enjoyment." Amy stood there, a confused look on her face. "Now my sweet Amy, don't be cruel. We stand here, eager to see what you have to offer."
Suddenly understanding, Amy raised her halter over her head. I sucked in my breath as her breasts, freed of restraints, jiggled provocatively. The palms of my hands itched to touch them.
"Oh they are lovely, my sweet. So full and firm. We shall both love touching and sucking them. And now the shorts."
Amy undid her belt, and pushed the shorts down over her hips. Angelica moved in front of me, and pressed back against me. I wrapped my arms around her, my hands engulfing her chest. My eyes were riveted on Amy, as she bent to step out of the shorts. As she straightened, I had my first unobstructed view of her golden triangle.
My breath caught in my throat in response to her beauty. A beauty in direct contrast to Angelica's. Where my angel was extremely pale skinned with midnight black hair, Amy was well tanned (couldn't see any tan lines) and totally blond. Amy was about the same height as Angelica, but bigger built, with larger breasts and fuller hips.
"She is a beauty, isn't she?" Angelica said. "Can you imagine your face buried in those breasts? That sensuous mouth engulfing your hard shaft? The supple thighs wrapped tight around your hips as you cock is buried deep inside her hot pussy?"
If Angelica thought such talk was necessary to get me aroused, she was wrong. Already my shaft strained against my pants. My heart beat rapidly as I tried to control my breathing. I buried my face in her hair as I continued to stare at Amy.
Angelica twisted in my arms until she faced me. She called the girl over as she started pulling my shirt over my head. I quickly got rid of the shirt, and waited. Angelica pressed her mouth against my nipple and kissed it. A shudder ran through me at her touch. Amy stood close by and watched. Her mouth and tongue still playing with my nipple, Angelica reached out for Amy and pulled her closer. Placing one hand behind the girl's head, she gently drew her to my chest.
Amy figured out what Angelica wanted, and her mouth attached itself to my other nipple. I felt my nipples stiffen under the dual attack. I marvelled at the different texture of each set of lips and tongue. Angelica's was definitely the more experienced. But I could not fault Amy's. My knees felt weak as I softly moaned. This was definitely going to be a night to remember.
Again the pleasure I felt seemed to grow in leaps and bounds. I reached for Amy's breasts as she pressed them against my ribs. I wanted one of them in my mouth. Hell, I wanted to cram both of them in my mouth.
But Angelica had other ideas. She stopped her tender torture of my nipple and stepped back. Placing her hands on Amy's shoulder, she gently pushed the girl down on her knees. Angelica then reached out and unbuckled my belt.
"Why don't you see what that bulge is?" she suggested to Amy.
Amy did as suggested. First, lowering the zipper, she then pushed my pants down over my hips. She pressed her mouth against the bulge, only the thin cotton fabric of my briefs separating my rock hard cock from her warm, sensuous lips. She licked and sucked my shaft through my briefs until the cloth was wet with her saliva.

From: yank@mala.proteus.qc.ca (Flying Yank) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Story: Fallen Angel (10 of 17) Date: 4 Jan 93 23:58:38 GMT Organization: Mala's Refuge, Montreal, Canada

Angelica undressed as she watched us. If anyone ever asked me, I'd have gladly told them that having your cock played with by one woman while another undressed just inches away was definitely a turn-on. As if sensing my heightened desire, Angelica, now fully naked, laughed and did a slow bump and grind.
Amy, still sucking my covered shaft, tried to push my pants over my shoes. I attempted to help by lifting a leg, but all I accomplished was falling over on top of her. As we struggled to untangle ourselves, Angelica stood there laughing.
I finally managed to get into a sitting position, and quickly removed shoes, socks and pants. I reached for Amy, and pulled her to me.

As I was about to bury my face in her ample breasts, Angelica suggested we move to the bed. I wasn't about to. The attraction I had felt for this girl earlier had grown into an almost uncontrollable lust. I fully intended to take her there on the floor.
"Not yet, my precious," Angelica said as she pulled the girl from my arms. "First we take the edge of what you're feeling, then it's my turn to discover her delicious charms."
I watched, dumbfounded, as Angelica led Amy to the bed. I scrambled to my feet and followed. I quickly discarded my briefs by the time I joined them on the bed. Angelica positioned me between them, and then urged Amy to resume her attention to my cock.
A shudder ran through my body as Amy's lips lightly brushed against the tip of my swollen gland. Her tongue flicked out and slowly travelled down the underside of my shaft until it reached my balls. Her hands wrapped around the length of my shaft, and slowly started to pump up and down. Angelica leaned over and took the tip between her lips. Her tongue played at the small opening in the tip, driving me crazy.
I was going crazy. Two mouths tortured my throbbing cock, two tongues lashing against the screaming flesh as four hands stroked, caressed and squeezed my balls, buttocks, thighs, and cock. I thought I was in heaven.
As if knowing I was near, Angelica moved upward until her face was near mine. Amy continued to suck my cock, having taken it fully into her mouth. Angelica kissed and nibbled my ears and neck as her hands roamed over my chest. I could feel my orgasm building, and tried to hold off just a bit longer.
"Come in her mouth," Angelica said softly in my ear. "I want to watch your face as you explode in her hot, wet mouth, filling it with your cum. I want to feel your excitement as she swallows mouthful after mouthful of your hot cum. I want to feel your desire as you watch us kiss afterwards, as you watch me suck the remains of your cum from her mouth."
That was all I could take. I felt the first hot burst of cum explode from my cock as Amy continued to take me fully in her mouth. My pleasure increased with each burning spasm, as she sucked down hard on my throbbing shaft. I could feel her throat working as she swallowed spurt after spurt of my climax.
At last I was finished, my breathing ragged, my chest heaving. I glanced down at Amy, and felt a twinge of pleasure in my groin as I saw her mouth and chin covered in my cum. Small spasms continued to shoot through me as she continued to milk my deflating shaft.
Angelic reached out to the girl and drew her upward until they lay face to face across my chest. I watched as Angelica licked the traces of my cum from Amy's face. Her tongue greedily pushed its way into Amy's mouth. Again I found it a turn on to watch them kiss. It was almost as if Angelica had reached deep down into my subconscious and was acting out my secret fantasies, one by one.
I reached out and cupped a breast in each hand. Amy's, larger, softer, overflowed my grasp. Angelica's, firmer but smaller, easily fit in the palm of my hand. I kneaded their flesh as they continued to kiss.

My fingers teased their nipples, stroking and pinching until they grew hard and rigid. Even Amy's nipples were bigger, thicker than Angelica's.

I just had to have it in my mouth.
I raised my head and took the turgid nipple into my mouth and sucked. My tongue circled it teasingly, before zeroing in and lightly flicking rapidly against it. My efforts were rewarded as Amy pressed against my face. For a moment, I couldn't breath as her ample breast blocked my nose. Shifting my position, I continued to suck and tongue her delicious tit.
Angelica gently broke their embrace. Lowering her head, she took Amy's other breast into her mouth. She moved closer to me, until mere inches separated our mouths. Her mouth left the other breasts and joined mine. Her tongue traced the corner of my mouth as I continued to suck.
The touch of her tongue sent electrical sparks through me. I eased off a bit on the tit in my mouth until my opened lips barely enclosed the rigid nipple. Angelica's tongue forced its way between my lips and lashed out at the nipple. My tongue joined in the fun.
God, I couldn't believe what we were doing. I was surprised to feel a stirring in my groin. The feel of Angelica's tongue against mine, as it licked Amy's nipple, was driving me crazy. And it was getting to Amy, too. Or so I thought.
"Oh god yes," Amy moaned. "Suck my tittie. Lick it. Oh fuck yes, just like that. God, it makes me so hot, both your mouths sucking my tits like that. I can feel my cunt getting all wet and juicy, I'm so hot. Oh fuck, that feels so good. You make me just wanna cum. Fuck, just your mouths on my tittie like this, sucking and licking my burning nipple, and I'm so hot I could cum for hours."
Angelica stopped what she was doing, sat up and slapped the girl.
"Hey? Why'd you do that for?" Amy cried out. "Shit, that hurt. I ain't into that stuff."
"And I ain't into bullshit," snapped Angelica. "So cut the 'I'm so hot' crap. Don't pretend, don't fake it."
"But that's what I always do. Most of my tricks . . . er . . . I mean . . . lovers, they like it when I talk like that."
"I don't. And we are not like most of your tricks. There is no need to pretend. You will 'cum' as you say, I promise. You will experience more pleasure tonight than you have ever done in your young life."
"Sure. Whatever you say," Amy said, sceptically. "But no more of the rough stuff, okay?"
Angelica smiled, and kissed Amy. "No more rough stuff," she said. "Come, slide across him and lay between us, so we both may sample what you have to offer," she instructed the girl.
I helped Amy settle between us, using it as an excuse to run my hands over her plump ass and firm thighs. They were everything I hoped they might be. I promised myself that before the night was over I would take her doggie style. Once Amy was settled between us, I joined Angelica as we once again sucked and licked those luscious breasts.

From: yank@mala.proteus.qc.ca (Flying Yank) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Story: Fallen Angel (11 of 17) Date: 5 Jan 93 00:00:08 GMT Organization: Mala's Refuge, Montreal, Canada

Slowly, we both moved downward, tonguing and kissing the warm flesh beneath us. Angelica moved between Amy's legs and lightly ran a hand over the wispy blond bush. As much as I wanted a taste of that sweet pussy, I was excited more by the fact I was actually going to see one woman eat another. Angelica smiled at me as she ran a finger along the plump slit, forcing the outer lips apart.
I rested my head on Amy's stomach and watched Angelica. First she teased the fleshy opening with her fingers. Gently prying apart the outer lips and lightly massaging the pinkness beneath. Then she lowered her face until her lips caressed the opening. Finally her tongue licked the tiny opening, teasing it to widen.
I could feel Amy squirm beneath me. Fascinated, I watched the muscles in her thighs tense each time Angelica's tongue plunged itself deep in her lovebox. I could smell her musky odor, and see her love juices shining on Angelica's mouth and chin. I moved my hand to Amy's vagina. A shudder ran through me as Angelica pushed her tongue through my spread fingers to continue her attack on the hot, wet box.
Angelica continued to lick and suck the warm inviting slit, paying particular to Amy's clit. She pushed two fingers into the slick cunt and began to finger-fucked the girl. With an ear pressed against Amy's stomach, I could hear her heart beating wildly.
"Oh god, yesssssssssssssss," Amy moaned. "I can't believe it, I'm really gonna cum. Just a little more. Ooooh yessssssssss. God it feels so good. OooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHH SHIT! I'M CUMMING"
I was not to be denied any longer. I moved down until I was level with Angelica. I grabbed one of Amy's legs and pushed it up over my head. My mouth and tongue sucked and licked her tender inner thigh. Slowly I moved across her flesh until I was face to face with Angelica. Amy groaned loudly as our mouths competed for space, our tongues con- stantly duelling for the privilege of tasting the sweet juices.
Angelica forced her mouth against mine, her tongue pushing its way between my lips. My shaft stiffened as I tasted Amy in Angelica's kiss. Angelica broke our kiss to return to Amy's center. She rubbed her face around in the wet opening until even her cheeks and nose glistened with the wet juices. Lifting her head from between Amy's legs, she returned to me. She kissed and rubbed my face with hers until I was drowning in the musky scent.
Angelica drew us both down to Amy's cunt. This time she moved aside and allowed me access to that wet hole. I pressed my eager mouth to the opening. I inserted a finger in her sopping wet hole as I tortured her engorged clit with my tongue. Amy clutched my hair as she rode the final spasms of her climax.
I continued to suck and lick the hot, throbbing slit beneath me, coaxing every last bit of the orgasm from Amy. As I looked up, Angelica was mere inches from my face. Her eyes wide and unfocused, her breath- ing ragged, you would have thought it was she who was cumming.
"Ah yes, my precious. Just a little more. The clit, tongue it. Oh, god yes like that. I can feel it. God, I can feel it," she moaned as I did to Amy as she asked.
Amy writhed sporadically beneath me, her moans slowly fading as her climax passed. I moved from her vagina until I was face to face with Angelica. I brushed my cum coated lips across hers, my tongue lightly tracing the fullness of her mouth. Her tongue slipped out and licked Amy's juices from my mouth and chin. I shivered with the contact.
"You are very good, my precious," Angelica said softly. "It is not every man who knows how to use his mouth and tongue as well as you do." I started to deny that I had done anything extraordinary, but she stilled my protest by covering my mouth with hers. Her hands caressed my neck and shoulders, her touch increasing my already burning passion.
Breaking the kiss, she added, "You are much better than you realize.

As I am sure our sweet Amy will testify to, won't my sweet?"
"God yes. I've never come before like I did just now. I still can't believe it. I thought you two were only bullshitting when you said I would cum like I never did before. And we ain't even started to fuck yet."
Angelica laughed as she reached out and grasped one of Amy's breasts. "You haven't even started to experience what we have in store for you, my sweet." She slid up along Amy's body until they were face to face. "Kiss me. Lick your cum from my mouth," she told the girl.
Fascinated, I watched as they kissed. Knowing Amy must be tasting herself only increased my excitement. I buried my mouth between her legs once again and smothered her still wet opening. My hands slid beneath her buttocks, kneading the twin globes of flesh. My tongue sought out her clitoris and rapidly flicked across the tender nub. She squeezed her thighs tightly against my head in eager response.
Feeling movement, I raised my eyes to see Angelica straddling Amy's face. I continued licking and sucking the hot slit before me as I watched her settle over Amy's mouth. I could see the girl's tongue tentatively lick Angelica's dark bush. Each time Amy licked the vagina above her, I did the same to her.
"Yes my precious, show her what to do," Angelica said softly, as her hands teased Amy's rigid nipples. I felt my excitement increase as I watched the girl squirm under my angel's experienced hands. My hands continued to knead her ass as my oral attention to her clit intensified. I gently pressed my thumb into Amy's warm throbbing vaginal opening as I teased her small rectal bud with my middle finger.
"Oh yes, do it. Stick it in me," I heard a voice moan. Glancing up, I expected to see Amy doing the same to Angelica. To my surprise, Amy's hands were in plain sight, as they gripped Angelica's spread thighs. "Don't tease, my precious," Angelica pleaded. "I want to feel it. Stick your finger deep in her ass,"
Something was out of sync. I watched Angelica closely as I slowly pushed my finger into the tight anal passage. Her breathing became more ragged as a high pitched sound seemed to issue from deep inside her.
"Yesssssssssssssss! Now your thumb. Fuck her with your thumb."
I rammed my thumb in as deep as I could. I moved both finger and thumb in and out of the twin openings as fast as I could. Amy moaned loudly, her head rolling from side to side within the confines of Angelica's thighs. Her reactions seemed normal.
But Angelica's reactions were not. She had raised herself from Amy's mouth. There was no contact between her and Amy. Yet she was reacting almost the same as Amy. Her hips moved in the same rhythm, her moans rose and fell in the same rhythm. It was almost as if it was she beneath me instead of the girl.
"Just a little more, my precious," she pleaded. "She is almost there. All I need is just a little more. Faster, my precious, fuck us faster."
The realization that Angelica was experiencing what Amy was feeling suddenly struck me. As I continued to plunge my fingers in Amy's nether openings, I watched Angelica, amazed to see her pelvic movements mimic the girl's. I could almost sense both women's pleasure. They seemed to echo within my own pleasure. Confused by what was happening, I stopped my probing of Amy's holes, withdrawing my fingers from the hot, slick openings.

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