"Motley Sos" (a teenager's first attempt at erotic fiction)
Written all the way back when I was 16 ( circa 1994), this
was my first stab at erotic fiction definitely the unsophisticated
and silly work of a teenager. (Please keep the author's
young age in mind in your comments and/or critisicm!)
"Motley Sos"
The digger machine wasnt working tonight. Someone had
taped a piece of paper on it that said out of order. Yet
still its plastic walls glowed from the quivering neons
of the other working-condition arcade jollies. Asteroids
continued to falls across a dark screen, Baraka still kicked
and spun in Mortal Kombat II, and, just as Mario jumped the
flagpole and thrust himself through the castle doors
so did Cooter, the surly young ticket-taker jump upon
the yielding, underage arcade whore and thrust his hands
up her stained, stonewashed jean skirt. His knotty digits
fumbled around the elastic of her Wednesday cotton panties
until he felt moisture seeping from within her juicy crevasse.
Her snatch was on fire. Without hesitation he shoved three
fingers, complete with class ring, into her slimy cunt.
His hand forced up, up until it gouged the rim of her cervix.
Her pelvis jerked forward and she jumped with a start, hitting
her head hard on the plastic walls of the digger machine,
whose contents jolted at the slight tremor. Crystal yelped
like a cocker spaniel in heat and spasmodically released
a squirt of urine to run down Cooters arm.
Hold it, bitch I dont wanna eat that shit! he grunted,
then clawed off her tube top, exposing her almost bloated,
meaty tits. He whirled her around, tripping her, and causing
her ample rump to bang against the digger machine, once
more causing its stuffed animals to rumble with the pressure.
He grabbed her tits with both hands and squeezed hard. Goddamn,
Crystal, you got some fuckin big titties! She smiled
blankly and forced his face to them, where he filled his
mouth with the gargantuan nipples. However, big tits or
no, he wanted to get off. What he wanted was some pussy.
She lowered him to the floor, popping off the snaps on her
Jordache miniskirt, and, after stepping out of her saturated
cotton Wednesdays, sat her firm ass on his chest. He pulled
her open legs toward his mouth as she wrapped her legs around
his peeling neck. Her wiry, black pubic hairs tickled his
nose as he lapped and sloshed in her pungent sauce.
Oooohhhh, uuuhhhh, ahhhhhhh, she whined, Ooohh,
give it to me, Oh Cooter, I need it, oh yeaahhhh Her words
trailed off and gave way to a strong of primordial groans
and grunts.
At this point, Cooters man meat was rubbing up against
his zipper, causing him a considerable amount of discomfort.
He couldnt stand it. In a sudden flush of heat he threw the
bleach-blonde fifteen-year-old onto the cold cement
floor, her hair strewn into a puddle of spilled Fanta grape.
She reached up and started to undo his Harley-Davidson
belt buckle, but when she couldnt get it open he shoved
her away and yanked it off himself. Then he unzipped his
skintight Wranglers and exposed his monstrous eight-inch
porn cock. Crystal stroked the stiff rod, then spit in her
hand and did it faster.
Oh, Cooter, I want, I want you to oh Cooter fuck my tits,
oh fuck my big tits! He grunted compliance and helped his
firm member glide deep into her sweaty cleavage. She pushed
her breasts together as he moved himself back and forth,
then cried out, Stick it in me, cowboy, ride me hard! Her
words were sweet music to his horny ears and he gladly withdrew
from her meaty mountains of fun and moved down to her dank,
steamy opening.
Shove it in me, I wanna feel your power, she urged. He
thrust furiously; she yelped. Her head jerked back and
forth, her hair continually sloshing around in the sticky,
purple grape drink. Her fists clenched and unclenched;
her back arched. As Cooter rutted, Crystal screamed.
Oh, let it squirt out on me I want your man juice all over
me, cowboy!
Cooter, unable to refuse the direct request of a lady, pulled
out and shot his grandioso wad of frothy confection onto
her navel, her tits, her neck. As the white goo dribbled
down her face it took with it thick layers of foundation
and left trails of bare skin in its path. Her clumped mascara
ran down her cheeks as she rubbed herself, her hands moistened
with jizz.
As she lay on the hard floor, naked and wet, stretched out
and bruised, panting and heaving, her stud pulled his tight
jeans over his bubble ass and strode away.
See you in school. He opened the Fun n Stuff door and
walked out into darkness.
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