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This month: a repressed homosexual, a silicone dick and genital CPR. Rate each entry below in three categories: literary merit, heat and originality. Each month's highest-ranked entry will proceed to the year-end competition. Two winners of that contest will be announced: grand prize (as chosen by a panel of a celebrity judges) and readers' choice. The judges' pick will receive $1,934, commemorating the publication date of Tropic of Cancer. |
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From "Southernmost Triangle" in Wanderlust
by Preston L. Allen
(Plume) |
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OVERALL RATING: 5.797
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"Come on, Cedrick. Come to bed, baby." It was Mavis's sultry voice. My siren song.
I got up and went into the bedroom and sat down on the edge of the big bed where we all three had slept the past two nights. They were already naked. They undressed me until I was naked, too.
I would like to say Mavis alone undressed me, but that would not be entirely true, no more true than when at night as we all lay in bed after our fucking and I felt a hand on my dick as I was trying to get some sleep that it would always be Mavis's hand. Nor if I felt a mouth on my neck would it always be hers. Nor did I like his strange little comments as he watched me and Mavis fucking: "What a magnificent dick. It looks so tasty." Or Mavis blowing me: "I could help with that, really, if you like." Or me coming on Mavis's stomach with her mouth: "Yummy, yummy, yummy, that looks good." And then he would proceed to lick my come from whatever part of her body I had come on.
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"Come on, Cedrick. Come to bed, baby." It was Mavis's sultry voice. My siren song.
I got up and went into the bedroom and sat down on the edge of the big bed where we all three had slept the past two nights. They were already naked. They undressed me until I was naked, too.
I would like to say Mavis alone undressed me, but that would not be entirely true, no more true than when at night as we all lay in bed after our fucking and I felt a hand on my dick as I was trying to get some sleep that it would always be Mavis's hand. Nor if I felt a mouth on my neck would it always be hers. Nor did I like his strange little comments as he watched me and Mavis fucking: "What a magnificent dick. It looks so tasty." Or Mavis blowing me: "I could help with that, really, if you like." Or me coming on Mavis's stomach with her mouth: "Yummy, yummy, yummy, that looks good." And then he would proceed to lick my come from whatever part of her body I had come on.
I was naked in bed with them on that last night of our affair, three years ago. I was holding Mavis close. Holding her, kissing her, running my hands over her tiny breasts and her big ass, but holding her like a shield. Chaddy was rambling, "I love you, Ceddy. Oh my God, I do. I love you. I forgive you for trying to take Mavis away from me, and she forgives you, too. Don't you see we love you? Love means never having to say you're sorry."
But it was too late. I was loving Mavis hard. My fingers
were in her pussy. My tongue was in her ass. I was not asking her to forgive.
I was asking her to choose. She who had always lived in a liberal world of musicians
and artists. Choose the one who loves you most jealously. Choose the one who
loves you best. I would never let another man love you. My love would be big
enough for you.
I rolled her onto her back, hooked her long legs over my shoulders, and I took my dick, which was bigger than his, and I pushed it into her pussy, which was always wet for me, and I began to fuck her. I fucked her harder than I ever had before. She noted the difference. Her pussy was sopping. She was screaming. She never screamed unless it was anal, and then not like this. I put my back into it and gave it to her hard. I felt her working her hips back at me. I felt her scratching my shoulders with her painted nails. I fucked her and fucked her.
Chaddy was breathing hard, but he had stopped his grabbing. Usually, when I was rocking Mavis, he would be playing with his dick or he would place it in her mouth. This time he just sat naked against the pillow, his dick limp. I fucked her. She pulled me down. She held on to me and fucked me back. She held me tight. She put her lips against my ear and whispered so that only I would hear. "I love you more. I love you more. I don't want to be with two men. I never wanted to be with two men. Keep fucking me. Keep fucking me. Fuck me harder. I love you."
She put her face against my ear, and I felt the warm tears. I knew I was right. I knew I was right all along. She was mine. Mine.
But Chaddy was not beaten yet. He crawled over to us like he sometimes did when he wanted to get a better look. He lowered his head until his eyes were on a level with our thrusting pelvises. Let him look, I said to myself. Let him see how it should be done. Fuck him. He's lost. She's mine.
Chaddy watched as I put on a show of pure brute sexuality such as he had never seen before. Mavis was sopping her juices all over their bed and whispering love in my ear. Her orgasms had her twisting beneath me. Her ponytail had come undone. Her dreads were splayed out on the pillow like tentacles. Then Chaddy reached between us and pulled my dick out and put it in his mouth.
He managed two quick sucks before the spasms hit me. I gushed into his mouth. My head was spinning.
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From "'73 Nova" in With a Rough Tongue
by Diana Cage
(Arsenal Pulp Press) |
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OVERALL RATING: 4.881
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When we got home, Roy threw me down on the bed. I pretended to struggle because I know it gets her hot. There was a hole in my ratty cotton panties and she exploited it with her tongue before ripping the crotch out. She fished a pocketknife from her pants and sliced open the elastic. She held my hands above my head as she slipped her cock into my sopping cunt. "Please let me come baby. Please," I said, almost too quickly. "Please let me come" actually means "please fuck me hard." Roy figured this out right away.
"Jesus fucking Christ," said Roy.
She fucked me hard, her huge cock sliding in and out of my burning cunt. The pressure was so great, it was almost painful. I tried to slow her down as I got closer and closer because I was afraid. I wanted to come, but I was afraid to end it. I couldn't hold back.
"You're a fucking slut for my cock, aren't you?" she said. She wrapped her fist in my hair and yanked my head back so hard I couldn't answer her. The questions are rhetorical anyway.
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When we got home, Roy threw me down on the bed. I pretended to struggle because I know it gets her hot. There was a hole in my ratty cotton panties and she exploited it with her tongue before ripping the crotch out. She fished a pocketknife from her pants and sliced open the elastic. She held my hands above my head as she slipped her cock into my sopping cunt. "Please let me come baby. Please," I said, almost too quickly. "Please let me come" actually means "please fuck me hard." Roy figured this out right away.
"Jesus fucking Christ," said Roy.
She fucked me hard, her huge cock sliding in and out of my burning cunt. The pressure was so great, it was almost painful. I tried to slow her down as I got closer and closer because I was afraid. I wanted to come, but I was afraid to end it. I couldn't hold back.
"You're a fucking slut for my cock, aren't you?" she said. She wrapped her fist in my hair and yanked my head back so hard I couldn't answer her. The questions are rhetorical anyway.
My pussy felt like it was on fire — a long, firey chamber of pressure and friction and heat. Finally, I rolled through a long orgasm, feeling as if I had been turned inside out. Roy slipped her fingers behind the big silicone dick that she covets so much. Her strokes slowed as she flogged her clit with the same urgency she had just had for my cunt. She pushed into me deeper and slower, using my tight muscles as leverage to increase the pressure of her fingers on her clit. I whispered all my secrets to her. I murmured all my loving words.
"God, I love your body," she said. "I love you like this."
Her thrusting ceased and she pushed her cock in all the way, as far as it would go. I could feel her fingers going faster and faster. The thought of her coming was almost too much to bear. I felt like a giant gaping hole, as if I would never be full enough.
After sex, I felt sad. It's not that I don't love her, because I do. And it's not that I need love in order to fuck, because I don't. But I hate losing all control like that. I don't want to need it. I don't want to feel that pleasepleaseplease. My life clouds over, goes soft focus. Everything takes on a gauzy haze, like Farrah Fawcett in Playboy. When I came, I felt like the sex negatives in Café Flesh, suffering from psychological torment in a post-apocalyptic society of constant sexual desire with no physical outlet. Every time a girl fucks me, I feel like she should have to pay for me and take me home.
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From Candy Licker
by Noire
(One World) |
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OVERALL RATING: 6.957
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But like I said, I was stacked. I'd sprouted a pair of big, firm titties when I was eleven, and by the time I was thirteen I had the hips of a grown woman and an ass that could stop traffic. I had developed some strong urgings to go along with all that ass too, but thanks to Mama I was still handling my business by myself. I'd walk around horny all day, dying for that nighttime treat. Right before bed I'd cut on the hot water as high as it could go, then soap up my rag and drag it across my breasts, circling my hard nipples until my knees got weak.
Moaning, I'd slide that washcloth down my stomach and grab a handful of my hot pussy and rub slow rotations around my slippery spot, thrusting my mound into my own hand and fucking myself with my fingers until I exploded with heat and the water from the shower felt like tiny needles prickling my skin.
I was sleeping on the floor in Mercedes's bedroom when the door opened late at night. I looked up and saw her brother Sonny standing in the doorway, staring down at me. "Shhh . . . ," he said, coming in and closing the door behind him. He got down on his hands and knees and started feeling around on the floor.
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But like I said, I was stacked. I'd sprouted a pair of big, firm titties when I was eleven, and by the time I was thirteen I had the hips of a grown woman and an ass that could stop traffic. I had developed some strong urgings to go along with all that ass too, but thanks to Mama I was still handling my business by myself. I'd walk around horny all day, dying for that nighttime treat. Right before bed I'd cut on the hot water as high as it could go, then soap up my rag and drag it across my breasts, circling my hard nipples until my knees got weak.
Moaning, I'd slide that washcloth down my stomach and grab a handful of my hot pussy and rub slow rotations around my slippery spot, thrusting my mound into my own hand and fucking myself with my fingers until I exploded with heat and the water from the shower felt like tiny needles prickling my skin.
I was sleeping on the floor in Mercedes's bedroom when the door opened late at night. I looked up and saw her brother Sonny standing in the doorway, staring down at me. "Shhh . . . ," he said, coming in and closing the door behind him. He got down on his hands and knees and started feeling around on the floor.
"What you doin'?" I said, pulling down my nightshirt as his hand touched my foot and ran up my leg.
"Looking for something," he whispered. "My movies . . . "
A second later Sonny grabbed my thigh and slid his hand between my legs, swiping my bare pussy. "Quit!" My legs snapped shut. "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Shhh," he whispered again, smelling his fingers. "Let me taste that candy, girl, just lemme get a lick . . ."
My pussy was on fire. After what I'd just seen in those movies and the way Sonny's tongue was sending chills through me as he pressed his face into my crotch and tickled my pussy hairs, I just couldn't stop him. I couldn't get AIDS like this, could I? His breath was hot on my clit as he pushed his tongue inside of me as deep as it would go.
I arched my back and damn near screamed out loud. Electricity vibed through my body, my nipples aching as I grabbed his head and gave that pussy up. Fuck Mama! Fuck Daddy! Sonny licked me from one end of my stuff to the other, pausing long enough to whip my clit back and forth with the tip of his tongue, then nibble on it as he gently sucked it between his lips.
"Oh shit!" I was holding on to my blanket, whipping my head back and forth and fucking his face to death. Mercedes was asleep on her bed and I didn't want to wake her up, but I couldn't hold back the scream that tore from me as he dicked me with his tongue and vibrated his whole mouth all over my clit.
I ain't gonna lie. I was still a virgin, but after all that hot tongue I was aching to feel something thick pounding inside of my pussy, and as soon as I came I tried to pull Sonny on top of me, ready to give up everything I had. But he stood up and wiped the back of his hand across his mouth.
"Uh-uh. I ain't got no rubbers on me. Besides, I didn't come in here to fuck you no way. I just wanted to see what that candy tasted like."
I lay there in the darkness trying to catch my breath as my body convulsed over and over with the memory of his lips. For the first time in my life my sexual cravings were completely satisfied, and let's face it. What female you know can get her pussy licked once and not want it licked again? Sonny's tongue-down had become the high point of my life, and from then on it would become a requirement for every guy who even thought about climbing on top of me.
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From Strictly Taboo
by Jaid Black
(Berkley) |
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OVERALL RATING: 5.105
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I'm going to explode as soon as she touches me. Control yourself, control yourself, control yourself . . .
His jaw tightened at first contact. Feeling her oiled-down hands touch his chest was sheer heaven. He breathed in deeply and exhaled as he felt her fingers massage his neck and chest. His gaze darted to the hard nipples dangling just inches above his mouth. Unable to resist, he lifted his head long enough to draw one into his mouth and give it a quick suck. She gasped when he released it, but didn't look at him.
"You're sexy as hell, Diane," Garek growled.
"Thank you," she said quickly. She blinked several times in rapid succession. "So are you."
His heart soared at her words. It was the first verbal encouragement she'd given him — ever.
Her hands moved lower, to his six-pack belly. Garek sucked in his breath when a few of her fingers accidentally — or purposefully — brushed against the head of his erection. "You're killing me, Diane," he rasped.
I'm going to explode as soon as she touches me. Control yourself, control yourself, control yourself . . .
His jaw tightened at first contact. Feeling her oiled-down hands touch his chest was sheer heaven. He breathed in deeply and exhaled as he felt her fingers massage his neck and chest. His gaze darted to the hard nipples dangling just inches above his mouth. Unable to resist, he lifted his head long enough to draw one into his mouth and give it a quick suck. She gasped when he released it, but didn't look at him.
"You're sexy as hell, Diane," Garek growled.
"Thank you," she said quickly. She blinked several times in rapid succession. "So are you."
His heart soared at her words. It was the first verbal encouragement she'd given him — ever.
Her hands moved lower, to his six-pack belly. Garek sucked in his breath when a few of her fingers accidentally — or purposefully — brushed against the head of his erection. "You're killing me, Diane," he rasped.
A fire ignited her blue eyes, a look that could only be described as devilish. Her hands found his cock and squeezed, surprising him. He groaned as she began to masturbate him; he was already this close to coming.
"Do you like this?" she murmured, going from demure girl to unabashed woman in what seemed like the blink of an eye. "Does it feel good?"
His jaw was so tense it felt close to cracking. "Yes," Garek gritted out. His cock throbbed in her hands, threatening to erupt at any moment.
"You're very big," she whispered, making him breathe deeply. "I don't know if I can handle something so big."
Sweet lord, her words came straight out of his high school fantasies. There was but a remaining detail missing.
"I guess there's only one way to find out."
The remaining detail had been found.
Breathing heavily, every muscle in his body tensed up as her face neared his cock. "Oh God, Diane," Garek gasped. " Shit."
Her crimson-stained lips enveloped the head of his erection. He bucked up, having never felt so hard and out of control in his life. She took him in deeper, all the way, until he swore he was touching tonsils. He closed his eyes on a moan.
"Suck harder." His eyes flicked open as he reached out for Diane's head and sifted his fingers through her long, light-brown hair. "Christ," he ground out, "this feels so damn good, baby."
The more worked up and encouraging Garek became, the bolder Diane got. She sucked him off mercilessly, head to root, faster and harder. The sucking sounds of mouth meeting cock reached his ears. She began to moan a little in the back of her throat, a soft Mmmmm sound that all but drove him over the edge.
He could barely keep his eyes open, but forced himself to so that he didn't miss a beat.
Her head bobbed up and down, her lips and tongue ruthlessly working him. His hand held the back of her head, pushing her face into him as close as humanly possible. He wanted the ecstasy to last forever, but he was beyond the point of turning back.
"Shit!" Garek roared, every muscle in his body tensing. " Diane."
He came hard, violently, his body convulsing on a groan. Hot come spurted out of his cock like a geyser, a huge eruption that put all previous orgasms combined to shame.
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