Archive-name: Fantasy/falang05.txt
Archive-author: T.F.Yank
Archive-title: Fallen Angel -  5


      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.

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