Message-ID: <40558asstr$1043273406@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: From: "Sean Farragher" X-Original-Message-ID: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Priority: 3 (Normal) X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1106 Importance: Normal X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Wed, 22 Jan 2003 14:05:44 -0500 Subject: {ASSM} TxM6: Taxi Murders the Novel Chapter 74 The Love of Horses inc/beast Date: Wed, 22 Jan 2003 17:10:06 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: dennyw, gill-bates If you have missed any parts of Taxi Murders the Novel, they are archived on ASSM --Google and at my web site. I welcome feedback. Chapters 1-70 are available at my site, which updated every few days: Chapters 70 and 71 and 73/74 should be up at ASSM and will be posted on my site tonight. http://www.seanfarragher.com/taximurdersbook Taxi Murders the Novel -- Chapter 74 One Generation Earlier: 1961 &1958 For Love of the Horse: Janet and "Grandpa Herrig" (c) 2003 Sean Farragher sfarragher@nj.rr.com http://www.seanfarragher.com http://www.seanfarragher.com/Joss http://www.seanfarragher.com/taximurdersbook TxM6: Taxi Murders the Novel Chapter 74 For the Love of Cousins Part II One Generation Earlier Laurie's Mother, Helena Herrig and Janet & Grandpa Herrig For Love of the Horse Wednesday, July 12, 1961 Bradford, PA The Life of Helena Herrig Mother of Laurie Fallon Speaking under the covers with Janet, Remember summer, -- Wednesday, August 13, 1958 I know the date because it was my Aunt's birthday party and I loved her. Max had taken me aside to show me a new yearling he had bought. He said he needed to put some medicine on the horse's privates. Yes, he used that word. It was just an excuse for me to hold him while he applied the salve. Of course the horse cock extended. When it happened, he shouted at me to hold it. Keep it out, and I rubbed it after he applied the ointment. I remember how warm it felt. It was larger than any boy I had seen. I told Max (what I called him) that it reminded me of his dick. I giggled. Max did not think I was funny. He said, "girls," should not make fun of old men. I realized that Max thought I was mocking him. Later I would understand why. Max had a hard time keeping it up. Once I heard Mama talking about it. Father has a problem she told her sister. I listened but really couldn't hear. Now, I know. At that moment I had no idea why he was upset, but I was a sassy girl, so I laughed again and he yelled at me to rub the horse until it came. "See a real cock," he said. I did that was for sure. When it shot all over my arms and hands Max was smiling. He had forgotten my innocent joke but I didn't forget that he was really upset and I was determined to find out. With that horse, with me, playing in my pants, I never saw the old man so excited. When he rubbed his fingers in the horse's come, he put them in my mouth. I sucked them. Tasted terrible and I spit it out, but after a moment I continued to suck his fingers. You never disobeyed Max. After all it was my fifteenth birthday. Max was 69. I thought he looked 45, but what did I know about old men. Sitting on his lap, the horse cock hanging down, Max finger fucked my pussy and I came. I remembered it like the details of a movie I had seen a thousand times. Every time I come now, I play it again adding to it more recent footage. Usually I wait until the last scene of my thirteenth birthday party. Max and I are at home later after jerking off the horse. He has taken me to his bed. Inserting a dildo in my cunt, he puts the other end in his ass. I remembered that his cock was soft. I offered to suck it. "Don't fucken worry," he said working hard to get it right. I do remember when it started to work right, we both laughed. I came later when he sucked my fruit, as he called it. He got hard when I came. He got inside me in a second. I was flooded like that horse. He hoped, he said, that I would get pregnant and that would be a good thing. In November of 1964 when Max passed (assassinated by a foreign agent the paper's said.), I smiled at his funeral wishing I had had his kid. That would have been I remember thinking a perfect soap opera ending. In 1958 I may have been young, but as you know, I knew the score. POPS came to my bed three times after that. Christmas of 1957. He told me he wanted to play Santa Clause. You remember how he insisted that you watch me fuck him. "I was jealous." I remember every time, but the "event of the horse" as I called it was the first scene in our dirty four-ring circus. You remember the last time we did it. It was summer again. June 1960. Max was not well. I felt sorry for him and I made him come as gentle as a baby might. That night I told Max that I kept a detailed diary of our fucks. Just before he died, I read them to him. I had hoped when I read him the detailed (exaggerated stories) that we might do it one more time. I sucked on his cock so hard but nothing happened. He smiled and crumbled my neatly typed stories. He made me promise not to tell anyone. He told me he would be dead within a year. He actually lived two more recovering from the bladder cancer. It was hard for us to believe that a Soviet Agent took Max out. The State department unofficially said that Max had been an undercover secret agent after he retired from the military in 1946. Right. Max was our sex agent and do not forget secret. Six months after my 19th birthday Max was dead. Max was the most important man in my life. Every man and a few women had to measure up to him. Nonetheless, Max was a character . He didn't see us as women or girls. We were independent and sassy. Ironically, that is all that mattered. He tried to break me as he broke horses and rode bulls when he was younger. You remember how he told us he was his property. We were his little girls. When we left his ranch, we moved on but we did not keep his old fashion attitude. In place of it, we carried his dick. Many years later watching a large mare getting serviced by this huge stallion I longed for Max. When I stroked the rear quarter of that horse as two ranch hands held him I stared at that dangling dick not caring that Hands knew exactly. When I was done with the horse I took both the hands on and told them if they ever mentioned what had happened, I would not only fire their asses, I would have them hunted down and castrated. They laughed of course. After all I was 127 lbs. and they were 200 plus. One of these men had the thickest dick I ever fucked. I think of him and max and the horses of course whenever I climb in the saddle again. ANOTHER CONVERSATION GREAT UN-WASHED When, and this is important, I fucked what my mother and Max called the "great unwashed", rough boys really or more like dirty white trash men, or much older strangers who had lived dead, when life had been unfair, or too fair, then Mama would murmur that I was going to waste my mind on some moral midget or worse get knocked up by some working stiff. My family was snobs, not for money, but for the arts and letters. Artists, Military men, and Bankers were first, and everything else was last. My, how we knew how to show disdain! Mama would add, these men, you like so much won't even know what to do. I knew what she meant. When Mama talked like that I would roll my eyes, look away, and smirk. Yes, Mother, I would say to myself. They do have such rough hands especially when the pull on my nipples. Mama I had to teach them what to do. Most of them only knew one thing. Get on top, stick it in and come in thirty seconds. When Mama said the word, "rough," her back became straight and her eyes fired. When I heard the word rough my sex twitched. I was terrified, at first, but then my Aunt, smiled, and said, I like it hard too. Don't take your mother so seriously, so when I lied about almost nothing, my tits would get thick and my mouth dry. My flower - I used that silly euphemism then -- swollen, and if I felt the knot, just by brushing between my legs with the back of my hands, I could almost climax. What an awesome word, "climax." Those boys were cute," Helena confessed, speaking about any sort of men they would spot on one of their many shopping outings down town. Lighting a cigarette Helena had stolen from her mother. "I brought one home as a captive," she exhaled. "He's got the cutest fanny." "OK silly, where do you keep him? I want some. "In my closet, with my stinky, stained underpants, rubbers and my Uncle's special photos. You know the ones he ...took last summer of us, when we were skinny dipping at his old lake house. You remember the one that burned down this winter. You were there too. Not with me. Earlier in the summer, he showed me." You're a fucken, Loony liar," Janet sat up laughing, playing at the curses, tickling Helena provocatively on the arm, trying her best to distract, and then falling back on the bed, pretending she had been shot. "You wish you were as sexy as me, look." Janet had taken off her pajama tops, and proudly displayed her flat undeveloped chest. See, I'm getting there." "Let me see," Helena was quiet, examining Janet's nipples as if they were specimens. When she leaned over, without warning, and sucked on Janet's left one, asking, "Janet, do you have a magnifying glass? "You creep," Janet pushed her back. Janet pretended to be hurt, shriveled up, turning her back, pulling her nightgown up to cover her chest. "I'm sorry." She was faking it, but then Helena put her arm around Janet, pulling her down to the bed, she held her like a mother holds her nursing infant, tenderly, brushing the hair back from her eyes. "Did you like that older guy with the fast truck," Janet asked, whispering from the back of nowhere?" Who"? "The one you met at the movies two weeks ago. You told me you parked with him by the lake. Submarine race watching, you said"? "Nothing happened. He never called." "You liar," Janet giggled. "I never believed you anyway. What about that guy who you said felt you up down by the supermarket where the niggers live. "That's not nice. Don't say that word," Helena got serious. "What" "Nigger," Helena whispered, still cradling Janet, then turning, feigning anger, Helena pinning Janet down, chest to chest, and Helena screamed the word, "Nigger," again and again, "Nigger, Nigger, cock sucking mother fuckin niggers," and then Helena broke down laughing and crying. Almost a year older, Helena was much stronger than Janet. "Now, I made you stop anyway," Helena said; you know he was white." I don't believe you, Nigger lover, Janet taunted, repeating. Show me his fucken pedigree. How do you know who his grandfather fucked, Janet smiled? "Probably, your mother," Helena replied, pinning Janet back harder, forcing her leg between Janet's legs and crushing her crotch with her knee. Anyway you wanted him too," Janet, answered." I know you said you let him ...I never said what we did, anyhow, you know. We kissed that's all. I'm not like you, after all. "Who did you say I wanted," Helena was confused. What did you say about my father? "Nothing" "I was talking about Johnny Major, the guy at the bowling alley." "What do you say about my father"? "Nothing. OK. I get it. He kissed me. Your father took me in that back room of yours and felt me up. Enough." "What"? "Helene, he fucked me. OK. After all, he's my Uncle" "Take that back, slut. Take it back." Helena pushed Janet back on the bed, unbalanced they rolled to the floor, and Helena, suddenly, kissed Janet, deeply, on the lips, forcing her mouth open, acting the man, fucking at her, and then suddenly when Janet stopped resisting, Helena stopped, slowly removed her legs from Janet, and as if all of it were a dream, she got back in bed, giggling. Janet wasn't laughing. Frightened, she raced into the bathroom, locking the door, screaming. "You kissed me, You Homo. You raped me." "I was just teasing. Anyway, I can't rape you. I am girl like you. Stop screaming. No one's going to hear you. No one's home. You know that. Now, come out, OK, I was teasing. "You kissed me." "I know. I know. Listen. I've something important. What? "I dreamed it again." "When "Last night. "Another wet one? Did you"? "Yes, I saw the man I call Malachi. I told you about him last time. He will be mine. We will have a daughter. I will call her Sheila and the second we'll call Laurel, no, Laurie, yes, maybe Saint Dana. "Will you get married? "No silly, he's married and has four or five children. I will make him run away to Alaska. "Did you really," Janet asked quietly changing the subject, moving her hands between her thighs, looking down, taking off her underpants, sitting back on the bed. "Yes." "Show me how again? OK" "As if you don't know. OK, I'll play: lean back. Open your legs wider that are it. Helena fell to the floor, carefully opened Janet's vulva, or bud, as I called it then, taking her Janet's finger, pressing it under hers, she placed their hands into the puzzle. "Rub here. No, Let me." Helena leaned over and gently feathered Janet's lips, circling, teasing, and in the end, when Janet was breathing heavy, she placed her mouth over the stem (what I used to call a tea bud, and I licked her clit (left side only) and she came, bursting, frothing from her mouth, jerking her legs, and when I climbed up, I moved harder into and beside Janet, I held my cousin, rocking her asleep, while I did myself, pretending she were Max, and I had his thing inside her. "Go to sleep, I said. Next time, I'll show you how to give it. Don't worry. Helena didn't see Janet half open her eyes and then smirk. Helena didn't hear Janet whisper, your father really fucked me last summer when..."Janet and Helena slept too well and didn't dream, much. Don't forget Grandpa Max always knew the truth. He was an expert at finding ways to extract lies. Sometimes that was especially fun." Yes, I know, Helena whispered as she rubbed Janet to sleep; she made Janet's belly pop, turn and come just at that moment, as she remembered it, when the horse came and Max laughed. Helena wished she could make Janet pregnant. Maybe Pops would do it for both of them. He died too early. for more TxM6 http://www.seanfarragher.com/taximurdersbook -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ----- send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderator: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d, look for subject {ASSD}| |Archive at Hosted by | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+