Angela Leven PART I ---Taxi Murders Aaron, "First Place" After pleasant hours first on top or beside, Angela would pause then nibble at Aaron's neck drawing a trace of blood from the surface. She didn't really bite him. Hard sucking can do wonders, she told him once when they first fucked. "I am not a vampire, really," she said, laughing. "You be dead now, if I were one." Kissing him she rolled him within the three multiple waves of her, fucking him not so gently back, taking and releasing control. The first wave sucked his cock. The second rocked it and bit at the head, massaging the glans as she rubbed her clit against first his upstanding knee and then he pushed, stuffed, and danced his worn but smooth fist and rounded it at the edge to find the deepest part of the valley between her thighs, vulva and ass. Drawing out of him, partially, she would play with his cock, teasing the head with her thick lips, wet from all the play, allowing him to fall deeper inside. Finally, when he pulled out, almost escaping, she bit at his shoulder striking her open hand against his back showing him what she needed as she came, beating his shoulder with her fist. The third wave was his -- her orgasm. When Angela reached it, she would hold him, drawing her head back, making a harsh face, letting her arms tremble, falling back, rocking still inside until the last tremor. Screaming, as she left him, she would push his fingers inside her cunt. Yelling at him. Feel the tremor. With each aftershock she drifted into an unknown valley where another man, another cock struck at her face, mouth, and finally cunt. Inside that field, with this new man, Angela imagined her veiled, sexual lips parting as statues. Rising erect, they finally accepting the stranger's virtual breath, and Angela climbed Aaron's spinning arms, falling deeply into him while the dream sequence ambled into willow trees and cherubs wearing dildoes. Sometimes Angela wondered what he felt when Aaron came. I often asked him as I sucked him what he felt. Aaron rarely answered. She imagined his flood as a great dam choking her throat. She begged Aaron to suck a man so he would know how it felt. You would find out, she said, that it is not easy to control that gag that reverses what you want to swallow. Sometimes it didn't work, and she coughed, and the semen like noisy rivers dripped down her chin to his face, and kissing him, he tasted himself in her. She loved giving it all back. Surprise was best. When he thought that she had swallowed, she would keep some as a treasure. Soon, just after he relaxed, she would kiss him and he would know he had been had, and then the rounds would start again. Maybe he got hard a second time. It didn't matter. Using hands, dildo, or strapping a cock on him (he had bought it for her to fuck his ass) Angela expected to be taken in the ass or cunt or mouth. I want the animal in you she would say. Dramatically, she thrashed him with the pounding of her wide belly. She beat him with her sex, way on top now, doing all the work, letting him take her tits, ass, mouth, and eyes as one panoramic image. At the end her mouth flashed when he came and the sparkle of her teeth showed the luster of blood on her lips. Having bitten his neck, ears, and nipples, Aaron ached, as he told her, with sex. "I love the flash of your mouth. It burns me when I watch your eyes drop down when you come. Your fingers play my mind drawing prurient images of life and also death " "You never say anything," she said, surprised by him. "Nothing to say," he answered. "I feel like you do." "How can I ever stop feeling the whole belly of your glee," he told her. "More, she said, more. You are really turning me on. Let me hear ... " "I know, yes," Aaron laughed with Angela, nodding his head, "soon, very soon, he said, you will want my mouth to make your wings part." "Yes, yes, "Angela whispered twice. Angela, intense and focused, teased and attacked Aaron, getting him into it (didn't have to try at all) so she would lick hands, eyes, and ears not merely to show off, as prelude and extension. What a merry-go-round this sexual Pentecost, Angela screamed her invective like a purged rock dance inside the minstrel folly. "I descend; I shrink down from higher beasts, she crooned" "Not much lower, are you there," Aaron was direct? Now, he is talking too much, Angela thought. "You are a wild fuck you know that," Angela twisted, ready open. Her legs wide. Cunt flared open. All signs welcome Aaron's broadcast. Feeling that last large edge reached, compressed, Angela let her head fall back, closing her eyes, she swallowed her own voice, and after a long pause, she felt her clit, rubbed it, opened her lips, knowing Aaron was watching the motion of her respiration and the trickle of her wet. "Yes, I came," speaking softly now. "I came so many times there's no abacus that can count them. Can you wait five minutes and do it again, please, just let your mouth cover my sex and suck it whole inside. Do it the same way. Please. More." "Use your Ben WA beads," Aaron said, almost serious. "You stuff them and I will. Do it now that I am filled with your come. Make it messy. Please watch while I slowly pull them out. Make a freaky slow motion film." Angela had left these words inside her lover's mouth at that instant when the top was breached. Angela called it her bridge back.