Rapture Again
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vaxjediHere's one I just wrote. I've submitted both to Literotica.
This one is a bit more abstract and intentionally confusing. Think of it as an experiment.
Crowdsurfing
by Blade Hamilton
(c) 2002
I love to people watch.
If you really want to get a good cross-section of people, the best place to go is the mall. And no matter what type of person goes to a mall, no matter what they are shopping for or what stores they frequent, they all end up in the food court at some point.
So that's where I am. I like people, because everyone is interesting if you know how to look. Luckily, I know how to look.
So I take a seat across from the Hot Dog on a Stick. I have to admit, the Hot Dog on a Stick food stand is one of the oddest things in Mall Americana. A whole food stand devoted to corn dogs. And those outfits that the poor girls who work there have to wear. They're awful red and yellow and blue things with these funny puffy hats. But the little blonde girl who works there is beautiful, because she is a nymphomaniac.
I look at her and a see a pretty petite blonde girl. She's buck naked, lying on her back on a table in the front of her American History class. Her legs are spread so that everyone in the class can see her pussy, how wet she gets when she is on display. She waits while the boys and girls in stare at her. Mr. Richards calls up the gawky kid from the front row, the one with the red hair and freckles and tells him that Ms. Gilmore here needs some deep dicking and to please be good enough to show the class how it's done.
The redhead drops his jeans and descends on the girl, who is twitching now. He slams his cock into her pussy without hesitation (the table she is lying on is just the right height, conveniently enough). She cries out and tosses her head back, hanging it off of the other end of the table. She closes her eyes and holds onto the table for dear life. He bucks his hips into her again, shoving the full length of his cock into her. He's big, and the stretching inside of her makes her moan. It's a low long moan of a woman who has died and gone to well-fucked heaven. Each thrust rocks the table, tipping it slightly. But she won't fall off, because he's got her by the hips. He's grunting like an animal. Finally, he groans slams into her hard enough to make the table jump. She feels her pussy being flooded with sticky cum and it sends her into electric convultions.
He pulls out of her without a word, softening dick sliding out with a pop. She took a long breath and felt his cum seep out of her down into the crack of her ass. She shuddered happily. Then Mr. Richards says he thinks she won't be finished until she's finished the whole class. She giggles to herself as he asks for a show of hands for who will be next.
Like I said, I know how to look. She's one of my favorites, a regular subject. Her fantasies never seem to stay the same. Either she has an active sex life or an insatiable imagination.
I turn my attention to the next crowd of people. Four teenage boys, with their baseball caps on backwards and their pants slung low. I don't think I will even bother. You see, there is something about teenage boys and how their sexuality develops. The average boy is so worried about being manly and strong that he gives little thought to the hormones pumping through him. He just is horny, without direction. It's almost laughable that when I look at most teenage guys and just see them jacking off to Hustler. Either that or jacking off while looking at girls in cheerleading outfits. They reach the height of their sexual power at eighteen, and most of the time they don't even know what they want to fuck. It's a waste really.
I cast a quick glance through them. Asia Carrera, some nameless chick with too much makup and fake tits, a Mexican girl in a chearleader's outfit (of course). Not much here, I think to myself. I look at the last one. Oh, here is a good one.
He's in a weight room at school, working out, pumping iron. He's wearing nothing but some loose shorts and is sweating hard. He's feeling the burn and he likes it.
His soccer coach walks in and sits next to him, watching him silently. Then the coach leans over and licks the boy's nipple. He moans and starts pumping harder. He's sweating more and breathing hard with every press of the weight.
The coach locks his mouth around the boy's nipple, suckling at it, making little wimpering noises. The boy's cock is straining against the fabric of his shorts. The coach, being a good sport and all, slips a free and into his shorts and cups the boy's balls in his hand, rolling them back and forth softly. He slides down the boy's shorts and kneels between his legs.
The boy never stops pressing those weights.
The coach sucks one of the boy's tight balls into his mouth, sucking off the sweat, still amking those little wimpering noises. First one, then the other. Then back to the first. He stares at the proud cock just in front of him, waving back and forth as the body moves. The coach slips his lips around the boy's cock and deep throats him. He moved his lips up and down his shaft in time with the boy's chest presses.
The boy pushes himself harder, doing each rep faster and faster, sweating and straining. He needs both burns now. And he's not ever going to disappoint his coach.
It's those little gems that make this all worth it, don't you think? That's always been my opinion. For every ten boring missionary position, porn star/rock star fuck fantasies, you find one or two that really inspire you. Enough to make you proud to be a human being. Today is going to be a good day for the psychic voyeur. I can feel it.
Over in the corner is a couple, about college age. They are looking at each other lovingly and holding hands. Exchanging quiet whispers, they are the picture of young love blooming. Too bad all I can see in her is her with three fingers in her roommate as her roommate returns the favor to the rhythm of Closer by Nine Inch Nails. She's a lovely little closet dyke. One in every ten, they say.
And as for him, he's got his face buried in *her* mother's juicy snatch (hey, his wording, not mine). What makes it even better is that isn't just a fantasy. He did it last week when they went home for the weekend. He fucked his girlfriend's mother on his girlfriend's bed while she went out to get videos and food. Kids today, tsk tsk.
The old guy over by the Sbarro is at a port in Thailand when he was in the Navy. He is blowing his wad all over the face a thirteen-year-old oriental girl with big adorable brown eyes. And best of all, it only costs him five American dollars.
The voluptuous black girl talking to her friends is getting bent over a bathroom counter and getting pounded from behind. Who is the lucky pounder seems to change, but I swear I see a few famous popstars in the mix.
Just walking in is a tall lanky guy in his mid-thiries. He's crosslegged on his bed with a shoelace tied around the head of his cock like a noose. He's got it pulled tight, held in his teeth. The head is a dark purple as he strokes himself for all he's worth.
The Hispanic guy eating the burrito is watching his parents fuck like weasels while he holds the video camera. Each of them are calling him a dirty little boy and telling him how mommy loves for her little boy to watch baby to watch his father shoot his seed on her twat.
And her, the redhead with reading the novel. She's on her hands and knees on a rock while a unicorn hornfucks her from behind, taking her virginity and healing it again with it's pure magic only to take it again with another thrust.
It's enough to make your head spin.
But now I see something really special. She is a nice round goth chick. Zaftig is definitely the word to describe her and on her, it looks good. She's got a Marilyn Manson t-shirt on that's just a bit too small, and a black skirt and black Doc Martins. I watch her as she goes by with a grumpy look on her face. I can see destiny coalescing around her. She has no idea what is about to happen.
I stand up to follow. We wind though the crowd, past the cd store, past the As Seen On TV store and to the Hot Topic.
I cut her off and pick her name out of her head. "Hey Sandy."
She looks at me, "Do I know you?"
Before she can react, I swoop in and give her a long deep kiss. She's stunned enough that she accepts it. I slide my tongue into her mouth. I can taste it building up in her.
I step back and she blinks at me. "What was that for?"
I grin and reply, "Just remember, I was the first to welcome you."
"What?"
I wink at her and turn around. "You'll understand soon enough."
She just stares at me confusedly. I just stare back. Absentmindedly, she wanders into the Hot Topic.
I sit down on a bench across from it and slip on my Raybans. I count down and wait for reality to catch up with me.
5..4..3..2..1.
Like a crack of thunder come the screams of a dozen nubile young women out of the store, all unexpectedly having the strongest orgasms of their life.
The windows in the front of the store blow outward as the accompanying shockwave rips through the facade.
Passersby are thrown to the floor in a shower of glass and black clothing.
The sound echoes down the mall until it fades into silence. All I can hear are several women panting hard from inside the rubble of the store. Finally, a child begins crying, breaking the slience.
I stand up and brush some glass off of my shirt. It's always a rush when it finally happens, when fantasy impinges on reality. Though, I didn't really expect the structural damage. What was that Chinese curse? "May you live in interesting times." It's good to be cursed, dontcha think?
I'm sure I'll see Sandy around again. She will find us. We always find our own kind.
I step over an old lady, still sprawled out on the floor. She's got a thing for Sean Connery, by the way. "Don't you just love the mall?" I say to her and walk off to the parking lot, grinning like a bastard.
This one is a bit more abstract and intentionally confusing. Think of it as an experiment.
Crowdsurfing
by Blade Hamilton
(c) 2002
I love to people watch.
If you really want to get a good cross-section of people, the best place to go is the mall. And no matter what type of person goes to a mall, no matter what they are shopping for or what stores they frequent, they all end up in the food court at some point.
So that's where I am. I like people, because everyone is interesting if you know how to look. Luckily, I know how to look.
So I take a seat across from the Hot Dog on a Stick. I have to admit, the Hot Dog on a Stick food stand is one of the oddest things in Mall Americana. A whole food stand devoted to corn dogs. And those outfits that the poor girls who work there have to wear. They're awful red and yellow and blue things with these funny puffy hats. But the little blonde girl who works there is beautiful, because she is a nymphomaniac.
I look at her and a see a pretty petite blonde girl. She's buck naked, lying on her back on a table in the front of her American History class. Her legs are spread so that everyone in the class can see her pussy, how wet she gets when she is on display. She waits while the boys and girls in stare at her. Mr. Richards calls up the gawky kid from the front row, the one with the red hair and freckles and tells him that Ms. Gilmore here needs some deep dicking and to please be good enough to show the class how it's done.
The redhead drops his jeans and descends on the girl, who is twitching now. He slams his cock into her pussy without hesitation (the table she is lying on is just the right height, conveniently enough). She cries out and tosses her head back, hanging it off of the other end of the table. She closes her eyes and holds onto the table for dear life. He bucks his hips into her again, shoving the full length of his cock into her. He's big, and the stretching inside of her makes her moan. It's a low long moan of a woman who has died and gone to well-fucked heaven. Each thrust rocks the table, tipping it slightly. But she won't fall off, because he's got her by the hips. He's grunting like an animal. Finally, he groans slams into her hard enough to make the table jump. She feels her pussy being flooded with sticky cum and it sends her into electric convultions.
He pulls out of her without a word, softening dick sliding out with a pop. She took a long breath and felt his cum seep out of her down into the crack of her ass. She shuddered happily. Then Mr. Richards says he thinks she won't be finished until she's finished the whole class. She giggles to herself as he asks for a show of hands for who will be next.
Like I said, I know how to look. She's one of my favorites, a regular subject. Her fantasies never seem to stay the same. Either she has an active sex life or an insatiable imagination.
I turn my attention to the next crowd of people. Four teenage boys, with their baseball caps on backwards and their pants slung low. I don't think I will even bother. You see, there is something about teenage boys and how their sexuality develops. The average boy is so worried about being manly and strong that he gives little thought to the hormones pumping through him. He just is horny, without direction. It's almost laughable that when I look at most teenage guys and just see them jacking off to Hustler. Either that or jacking off while looking at girls in cheerleading outfits. They reach the height of their sexual power at eighteen, and most of the time they don't even know what they want to fuck. It's a waste really.
I cast a quick glance through them. Asia Carrera, some nameless chick with too much makup and fake tits, a Mexican girl in a chearleader's outfit (of course). Not much here, I think to myself. I look at the last one. Oh, here is a good one.
He's in a weight room at school, working out, pumping iron. He's wearing nothing but some loose shorts and is sweating hard. He's feeling the burn and he likes it.
His soccer coach walks in and sits next to him, watching him silently. Then the coach leans over and licks the boy's nipple. He moans and starts pumping harder. He's sweating more and breathing hard with every press of the weight.
The coach locks his mouth around the boy's nipple, suckling at it, making little wimpering noises. The boy's cock is straining against the fabric of his shorts. The coach, being a good sport and all, slips a free and into his shorts and cups the boy's balls in his hand, rolling them back and forth softly. He slides down the boy's shorts and kneels between his legs.
The boy never stops pressing those weights.
The coach sucks one of the boy's tight balls into his mouth, sucking off the sweat, still amking those little wimpering noises. First one, then the other. Then back to the first. He stares at the proud cock just in front of him, waving back and forth as the body moves. The coach slips his lips around the boy's cock and deep throats him. He moved his lips up and down his shaft in time with the boy's chest presses.
The boy pushes himself harder, doing each rep faster and faster, sweating and straining. He needs both burns now. And he's not ever going to disappoint his coach.
It's those little gems that make this all worth it, don't you think? That's always been my opinion. For every ten boring missionary position, porn star/rock star fuck fantasies, you find one or two that really inspire you. Enough to make you proud to be a human being. Today is going to be a good day for the psychic voyeur. I can feel it.
Over in the corner is a couple, about college age. They are looking at each other lovingly and holding hands. Exchanging quiet whispers, they are the picture of young love blooming. Too bad all I can see in her is her with three fingers in her roommate as her roommate returns the favor to the rhythm of Closer by Nine Inch Nails. She's a lovely little closet dyke. One in every ten, they say.
And as for him, he's got his face buried in *her* mother's juicy snatch (hey, his wording, not mine). What makes it even better is that isn't just a fantasy. He did it last week when they went home for the weekend. He fucked his girlfriend's mother on his girlfriend's bed while she went out to get videos and food. Kids today, tsk tsk.
The old guy over by the Sbarro is at a port in Thailand when he was in the Navy. He is blowing his wad all over the face a thirteen-year-old oriental girl with big adorable brown eyes. And best of all, it only costs him five American dollars.
The voluptuous black girl talking to her friends is getting bent over a bathroom counter and getting pounded from behind. Who is the lucky pounder seems to change, but I swear I see a few famous popstars in the mix.
Just walking in is a tall lanky guy in his mid-thiries. He's crosslegged on his bed with a shoelace tied around the head of his cock like a noose. He's got it pulled tight, held in his teeth. The head is a dark purple as he strokes himself for all he's worth.
The Hispanic guy eating the burrito is watching his parents fuck like weasels while he holds the video camera. Each of them are calling him a dirty little boy and telling him how mommy loves for her little boy to watch baby to watch his father shoot his seed on her twat.
And her, the redhead with reading the novel. She's on her hands and knees on a rock while a unicorn hornfucks her from behind, taking her virginity and healing it again with it's pure magic only to take it again with another thrust.
It's enough to make your head spin.
But now I see something really special. She is a nice round goth chick. Zaftig is definitely the word to describe her and on her, it looks good. She's got a Marilyn Manson t-shirt on that's just a bit too small, and a black skirt and black Doc Martins. I watch her as she goes by with a grumpy look on her face. I can see destiny coalescing around her. She has no idea what is about to happen.
I stand up to follow. We wind though the crowd, past the cd store, past the As Seen On TV store and to the Hot Topic.
I cut her off and pick her name out of her head. "Hey Sandy."
She looks at me, "Do I know you?"
Before she can react, I swoop in and give her a long deep kiss. She's stunned enough that she accepts it. I slide my tongue into her mouth. I can taste it building up in her.
I step back and she blinks at me. "What was that for?"
I grin and reply, "Just remember, I was the first to welcome you."
"What?"
I wink at her and turn around. "You'll understand soon enough."
She just stares at me confusedly. I just stare back. Absentmindedly, she wanders into the Hot Topic.
I sit down on a bench across from it and slip on my Raybans. I count down and wait for reality to catch up with me.
5..4..3..2..1.
Like a crack of thunder come the screams of a dozen nubile young women out of the store, all unexpectedly having the strongest orgasms of their life.
The windows in the front of the store blow outward as the accompanying shockwave rips through the facade.
Passersby are thrown to the floor in a shower of glass and black clothing.
The sound echoes down the mall until it fades into silence. All I can hear are several women panting hard from inside the rubble of the store. Finally, a child begins crying, breaking the slience.
I stand up and brush some glass off of my shirt. It's always a rush when it finally happens, when fantasy impinges on reality. Though, I didn't really expect the structural damage. What was that Chinese curse? "May you live in interesting times." It's good to be cursed, dontcha think?
I'm sure I'll see Sandy around again. She will find us. We always find our own kind.
I step over an old lady, still sprawled out on the floor. She's got a thing for Sean Connery, by the way. "Don't you just love the mall?" I say to her and walk off to the parking lot, grinning like a bastard.
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Congratulations for taking that step. I remember how hard
As for the story itself....
Wow.
My god.
I need a cold shower. Or maybe a nice hot one with company...bending over before him as he...oh, sorry, lost myself for a minute there. (Maybe I need two cold showers....)
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Date: 2002-11-20 01:31 am (UTC)I'm.. speechless.
This is artful. And the first one? Rapture.. High Art. Whoa.
-clapping-
Date: 2003-08-20 04:08 am (UTC)By the way, I recently found a community of good writers here at twisted_tails (http://www.livejournal.com/userinfo.bml?user=twisted_tails)...take a peek, if you get a moment...I think you would find an audience there for Rapture 1 & 2, and whatever else you might write.
And again, thanks!