2 comments/ 28876 views/ 6 favorites Rapture By: SizeQueenSupreme Part 1 I watch as the dumbass snatches the purse. Then he's running, bolting as fast as he can down the moonlit streets, making a hard right down the alleyway. The idea here is to limit anyone's ability to see him so he can get away with it. What he hasn't accounted for is that it also limits anyone's ability to see me, and I am at my most dangerous when I am unseen. His legs are a blur now, he's running as fast as he can, but something is different now. He's only just beginning to realize what it is as his limbs move quicker and quicker. At this moment, he is several feet off the ground, running in place in mid-air. He screams, but I lift a finger and he finds his lungs quite empty of oxygen. "Shhhhhh." I command. "What the fuck?" He rasps as I step from the shapelessness of shadow. Men are amazing. Even when fighting for their very life's oxygen, their eyes find time to wander over my unnatural curves. "Who the fuck, is what you meant to say." I purr. He just cocks his head, I allow a trickle of breath through now, he'll still be weak and light headed, but he isn't going to die if I lose concentration. Well it's happened before, and I do not like making fatal mistakes. "The answer to that question," I continue, "Is Rapture." "Am I going to jail?" He asks, dropping the purse. "Or are you just going to kill me?" "Probably the former... but no, not the latter. You see, there is a sad shortage of men like you in the world." "What's that supposed to mean?" He asks. I extend a hand and make a beckoning gesture, tendrils of spiritual energy collecting, cupping, tugging. Making a surprised noise of pleasure he looks down as an invisible hand has collected his prackage and pulled it up and forward for display, a marvelous little bundle easily the size of a cantelope. "It means you have a big dick, genius, and while I can shape nearly all reality and command cosmic forces to my whim, that is one thing I cannot create." He blinks, then grins a little. "Are...are big dicks like your mystical power source or something?" He asks. I roll my eyes. "No, moron. They just feel really fucking good. God you're dumb." *** I was not always Rapture. I was born to a far more boring name, and a far more boring life. I was Felicia Thompson, a sickly child who grew into a freckled, bespectackled, knock-kneed girl who refused to smile for fear of people seeing her braces. So she stuck to her books, and studied hard, soaking up what little pity popularity she could by doing the homework for Cheerleading squads and Football teams. There was a boy I craved, a reciever for the team in my senior year. Will Lennox was surprisingly well-read for a football player, and kind. He treated me exactly the same as he treated all the cheerleaders. Well, almost the same. He had a weakness for big boobs, and was dating the bustiest girl on the squad. When the three of us were together I would stare almost as much at her as him, wondering what her parents had fed her, or what she had done that was so moral and virtuous that God should reward her with such big sweater missiles. Yes, there was a time when Sarah's DD cups seemed big to me. I'll never forget the day I snapped. Will and I went to a weekend camp together. We shared secrets, exchanged books, took long walks in the woods together, and even had a slow dance at the ice cream social together. I was sure that when we returned, Will would dump city-loving Sarah for nature-loving me. Surely he'd seen how much we were meant for each other as I had? But when we returned, there she was, in her push-up bra and slutty mkakeup. Within two jiggles and a squooshy hug, Will had forgotten I even existed, let alone my name. In frustration I ran up to my room. Like most teenagers, I had my suicide totally planned out down to how sorry everyone would be at the funeral after I was gone, especially Will. First I would read from The Book. I had found The Book some years before, at a garage sale. I couldn't tell the age of it, but it had clearly been written before the Printing Press and bore the tell-tale ink smudges of a document written by a robed wrist, the work of a medival monk. I had taken a long time translating the latin into english, and found that it was the most beautiful sounding dark poetry. I knew the thing must be worth a million times the 25 cents I'd paid for it, but to me its sentimental value was far greater. I debated whether or not I would turn on my computer's web cam and film my death for Youtube, but decided against it, instead opting to dress myself in all black, pop about 40 sleeping pills, and then read from page after page of The Book out loud until I was gone. I pledge myself to you, oh darkness, oh oblivion, oh endless night and eternal fire... Grant unto me that which is denied all mortals and take what price you wish... For I renounce all that I am to be all that you will make me... And thus I am fulfilled... I had just drifted off to my final sleep, when I was awoken by the booming sound of a grating laugh. "Oh this is simply the WORST dreck, isn't it? And I thought today's kids were bad with their angsty emo poems!" My vision was blurry, but so was the... thing I was looking at. An immense face, six feet tall perhaps and wreathed in eerie purple flames that flowed more like water than fire around it. "wh-what?" "And you didn't even bother to make a summoning circle. Don't you understand I could just rip your throat open and harvest your soul right now if I wanted? You really suck at magic, kiddo. Not as much as you apparently suck at life, but it's still a close call." "Oh God, the pills are making me hallucinate!" "What, these pills?" The figure asked, a hand springing from the strangeness that it was and running down my body, from my nose to my tummy. It then made a fist, rotated its wrist so that the palm was upright, and splayed the fingers out. All the pills now rested in its grasp. "You made a pact with me, Kiddo. I'm Belial, an arch-prince of the Umbreal world. You pledge yourself a toll to me now, in exchange for things you want. So what do you want to do with your life?" "Umm... what can I ask for?" "Whatever you want. Money. Fame. Clear skin." "What, do I get like three wishes?" "No, you stupid, broad, do I look like a fucking Genie? Just rattle off some shit you'd like." "Uh...okay..umm.... I want to be beautiful." "That's subjective. Tell me exactly what you want." "Uh, perfect skin. And um... make me a little taller... let's say 5'8". I want Green eyes...and nice full pouty lips...and uh, straight teeth. Oh, and how about hair that uh...can I just change my hair color at will?" "Sure." My hair turned Fuchsia with a thought. "Anything else?" Belial, asked. "Yes. Boobs. Big ones. Um..." I ticked through the alphabet in my head. I was going to have Will, and I'd need the biggest he'd seen to really get his attention. Bigger than DD...efghIjklmno.... "P Cups! Give me big fat perfect P-cup breasts!" I demanded. He arched an eyebrow and my chest swelled, fast, my shirt ripping open from the sudden burst of titmeat. "Oh shit!" I said, cupping my hands beneath them in the mirror. These would take management. "Lastly I want power." I said. "Give me the power to do things like you. As much as you can. Like Magic." He waved a hand. "There you go." He said. Channeling the force that suddenly flowed through me I hovered off the ground a little, then, gingerly lifted the humongous breasts up and out a little, like a telekinetic push-up bra. I grinned. "I'll be back to exact my price, later." He said. *** "Let's see what we've got to work with here." I said. I gestured and the floating purse-snatcher's clothes exploded into a sphere of shreads, drifting from his body a moment before fluttering to the ground. Oh he was a site to behold! Lean, but graced with little rippling muscles everywhere. He was young and his body almost hairless. His cock dangled down between his thighs, soft and ropey and notably thick over a mighty pair of balls, twin lemons in his smooth sack. "Mmmm, yes...that will do nicely." He whimpered a little as I walked beneath him, magically lowering his body down, opening my mouth wide to accommodate his cock as it drifted between my lips, using my mind to bob it up and down as my tongue batted at it with a mind of its own. A few moments of slurping, popping noises echoing in the deserted alleyway and his rod back to harden, impressively flexing straight out and then beginning to elevate and point skyward. Almost lazilly I leaned my head back just a little further and began to move his whole body up and down a few inches. Normally, the act of teabagging is one in which the owner of the balls is asserting a sort of willfull dominance. Here I had all the power, and it was with command and oppression that I forced him to perform this act on me, feeling rewarded with each lusty taste of his dunking balls. They were marvelous, succulent balls, and soon I was moaning lustilly as I practically gargled them, cheeks puffing out, full lips spread thing around the root of his sack. Finally I relinquish his balls and let his body drift down enough for me to have access to his cock. The thing was jutting out arrogantly, asserting its thick 9 inches on me. I smeared my lips over the crown of it, slurping a little as I sunk it into my mouth, hand reaching up to finally touch him with something besides my mouth and mind, jacking the throbbing pole off as I sucked and smacked my lips all over his tip. "Mmm. Delicious cock!" I informed him. "Oh gawwwwd!" Was all he could muster to the sight of this mammoth-breasted terror working his cock like a bimbo. My skin-tight outfit was a brilliant purple to match the shade of my hair which sprayed in all directions each time I bobbed my head on him. The outfit made a simple 'V' shape around my legs and ass to conceal my pussy then ran up with various keyhole cuts to show off my lithe form until a pair of huge cups held my enormous mammories in place. Well I can't focus my energies on holding them up all the time, now can I? My pair was jiggling with joy as I worked the big cock, swaying in their cups and knocking together with the audible noise of skin-on-skin, punctuated by the wet nasty noises my mouth made with this self-inflicted face-fucking. Drool pooled from my lower lip, and I gave it a little telekinetic tweak, making the droplets hang in the air before snapping away to splash my tits, making some of it rise a little to streak my face as I worked, my pouty lips and cheeks becoming an absolute mess of precum and slobber. Finally he gave in, starting to buck his hips and pound my mouth and fist. I denied him the pleasure of my throat, I didn't want him to go off just yet... *** The first time I went mad, I went mad with power. I used that power to craft myself a cocktail dress that could accommodate my new and tremendous endowments, and then leapt from my window to fly over to Lennox' place. I knocked on the door and wad dissapointed to be greeted by his mother. Her eyes roamed my new, lush form, but could still recognize my face. "Uh, Will's not here right now. He and Sarah went for a drive." "Thanks Mrs. Lennox." I muttered, turning to walk away, trying to get around a corner so I could take to the air again without her seeing. As she turned back into the house before the door closed I could hear her say to her husband, "Puberty has finally come to little Felicia!" I ground my teeth and jetted off to the makeout point on the outskirts of town. For a few moments I played the voyeur, just leaning against a nearby tree and looking in on Will and Sarah, their eager hungry kisses, his large hands clumsy mashing of her breasts through her shirt and bra, her hands not seeming to know what to do, flailing everywhere. Finally when I'd had enough, I popped into the back seat, simply ceasing to exist in one place and choosing to exist another. "Heya kids." I said, startling them both terribly to jump in their seats and pull apart, facing me. "Felicia!" Said Will, "I didn't hear you come in!" He looked to the doors. "And uh...the doors are still locked.. How did you....." "That's not important." I said. "What's important is that you're playing tonsil hocky with a flat chested little thing when you could be having fun with a real woman." I leaned back in the seat, arching my back a little to let my new super-sized milkbladders jiggle up a little to mee thim. "Oh my God!" Will said. Sarah started to giggle. "Oh honey, what have you got in there!?" She laughed, clearly assuming I had stuffed something into my bra. I pulled the top of the dress down, leeting the whoppers burst out. Both their jaws dropped at the sight of the seismic event that was the unveiling of my tits. "we just saw you...": Gasped Sarah, "You couldn't have gotten implants that quickly and be here now.... what in the fuck is going on?" I shrugged, the effect the gesture had on my breasts making Will forget to breathe for a few moments. "Maybe I've been binding them down tight my whole life and you never noticed. Maybe I got hit with an extremely sudden growth spurt. Who knows. The point is, Sarah, I came here to do this..." I leaned forward and grabbed her face in my hands, tugging her head forward and grinding my breasts all over her, barely allowing her breath between smothering passes of my massive bladders of lucious titmeat. "Yeah you little cheer-squad bitch...how's it feel to have someone rubbing your face in her huge tits the way you've been rubbing yours in mine for years? You like that? Huh? Does it feel good to be the inferior one in the room? "Felica, stop this, I don't think she likes it?" Will said. I waved a hand, making Sarah cease to exist here, and choosing to make her exist back in her home, her room. "Don't think who likes what?" I asked innocently, gesturing to the empty car. "You're scaring the crap out of me." Will said. "And turning you on." I shot back, pointing at his pants where a tell-tale bulge was poking up. "Why are you doing this?" He asked. "Because I want you. Because I wanted you a long, long time Will and you never seemed to notice me. And here's the thing, my little secret I never told anyone...." I climbed over the back seat to sit in the front in a most unlady-like fashion. "Because I didn't get to be with boys, I started watching pornography. A lot of it Will. My mind is just filled with images of all the nasty horrible things I know you boys like. And tonight, you can do all of them.... to me." He was still afraid, but something selfish took over in him. "Anything?" "Yes, no matter how nasty." "Come here you huge titted dirty little slut." He growled. And then I was wet. Carefully I worked my way onto my knees, eagerly attacking his fly and working his member out. It was the biggest I'd seen in person at the time, easily 8 inches long, and thick. He Growled, placing both hands on the back of my head, fingers brushing through my hair. "Open your mouth." Without waiting for me to obey, he thrust forward and laid his cock across my face, balls on my chin . I slapped at them with a slobbery tongue before letting him grind my cheeks along his length, opening wide as he plunged forward, gagging slightly as he fucked my throat direct and deep, undulating tongue slashing back and forth across the underside of his rod the whole time. He groaned, a feral sound of animal content, pulling my lips against his crotch, lodging his cock as deep as it' would go in my throat, savoring the heat, the wetness, my frantic, eager tongue, and he held me there. Even as his breathing became deeper, making his chest rise and fall, his gorgeous abs started to flex. My eyes went wide. I thought I'd be able to handle eight inches with ease, But I found him a challenge, gagging and choking a little as nasty bursts of slobber got coughed out onto his dangling ballsack, lips blurbling around in the mess as my boobs mashed into his thighs. He pulled my head all the way off of his cock, ripping it past my lips and dragging slick spit out with every inch, before bending over me, one hand on the back of my head, the other tilting my chin up "Come on Felicia, I know you're better than that." He sneered arrogantly down at me now. I'd never seen him like this, and it was weird to discover this bestial part of him. I looked up at him, lips swollen and still connected to his cock in dozens of trails of precum, only coughing in response at first, but finally finding my now-raspy voice to say, "Easy for you to say, gagging me with that big cock...you like knowing you're big enough to challenge a Goddess like me?" I leaned in and sucked on his balls as I fought for breath, really servicing his orbs until they dripped and gleamed, then pulled back "Okay...try again....." I urged him. He bent down to give my huge breasts a hard squeeze, then rose again, hands at his side, curling into fists for a moment before relaxing. "Round two. You can do it Fellatio---erm, I mean Felicia. . Feels like you slurped my balls bigger!" I moaned as he groped, arching my head up a little tilting my body to give him a fresh, fierce angle to penetrate my face. I Gagged hard as he crammed deep, only once this time, finally catching myself, using my hands I guided one of his heels up to rest on the steering wheel behind my head, giving him a real deep-penetration angle, swallowing rapidly to encourage him to pound me, his behemoth-balls adorning my chin like nasty Christmas ornaments He grinned wickedly, pulling back about halfway, cock massive and throbbing in the cold air. He pulled back enough to cram his cockhead into my cheek before re-aligning and shoving, deep, back into my squeezing throat The corners of my lips briefly formed a smile at his lack of restraint, then I plunged forward, swallowing on his dick over and over, rolling my muscles to gargle him in the depths of me, precum and slobber continueously drooling down my face to drip from his balls onto my tits. The nasty web of fucksauce was only getting wetter and thicker with each gurgling, gutteral noise of my throat, my tongue sticking out so far it could caress the backs of his ball.,I tugged them towards my waitting lips as I rocked my head around, rocking my throat around his cock like a dog shakes a chew toy He threw his head back and moaned, the flared glans raking through my throat, spit and precum sloshing around his girthy gash-stuffer, spilling out past my lips, soaking his balls. He gasped at the feel of my heavy, heavy tits, each growing wetter and wetter, as they slapped against his thighs every time I threw myself forward to impale my slutty throat on his cock. "Feel that?" He grunted, placing both hands on the back of my head, not stopping me, just posessively pawing at my hair "Feel how it's filling your tight little throat?" I nodded on his throbbing rod, lifting up my boobs in my hands to smear them all over his sack, trapping his balls in my cleavage and rubbing the wet mounds against them as I sucked and slurped, horny noises filling the car, wet smacks and nasty glucks from my throat getting louder and faster. I gagged and gargled on him as I titty-tortured his big nuts. It was like his cock trapped in a velvet cocksleeve even as my huge, hot, spit- and- precum covered breasts smothered his swollen sack, My throat was a vice now, suction clamping him tight as I threatened to tug his cock right off, making his balls swinging and swaying in dripping nastiness, slapping my chin and throat, then backwards against my tits, over and over He roared, thrusting forward and pulling my head now, holding me there as he moved his hips, jostling his thick shaft this way and that in the silky, soaked confines of my throat, really using me as a fucktoy now, reveling in the wet gags, and the slobber rolling down my chin; luxuriating, in a feral, degenerate manner, at the way my heavy breasts bounced on his balls and thighs. Rapture Despite seeming near-unconcious in pleasure, he managed a ragged, "fuuuck," smiling as I could see his toes curl inside his shoes. The new penetration angle challenged my skill and he was rewarded with harsher, gags, ragged sobs, and a sudden backsplatter of goo from my mouth, easily the size of a fist as my tits heaved for air Even I was scared a moment, then my eyes narrowed in focus and resolve, meeting his harsh thrusts with down-bobs of my head, throat spasming to contract around his cock like legion of tiny fists with each brutal bounce of my face . He yanked my head back in time with his hips, until the crown of his throbbing cock was pressing down on my tongue, a steady spew of prespunk is pumped, in slick waves, down my throat, just barely catching the back of my tonsils I breathed a few seconds, getting used to the steady swallowing motion I needed to make just to avoid choking on rich sperm, but he didn't wait, forcing his shaft back down my throat, slowly, angling my head up and pushing down with his hips. When I speak my words are heavily tinged with lust, thick and gravelly, throaty and raw, "Oh God Will, I've dreamed of this, but I had no idea you had such a big fat horse dick, such a massive schlong just waiting to facefuck me!" He slowly pulled out to let these words escape me, then plunged back in. I let out a long breath, a nasty gurgling noise of his rolling precum dancing on the head of his cock. I kept gargling as he crammed back down, giving his whole cock a sort of car-wash with every oral instrument at my disposal, cheeks tongue and throat all constricting and twisting around his girth. "Tell me that you want my cum. Tell me if you want it down your slutty throat, or painting your pretty swollen cum-cushions and your pretty little tongue, or all over your heavy cock-pillows for you to show me just how much you really want it!" He made no move to withdraw his cock, instead pushing in and out just a tiny bit, letting my throat massage it in rolling waves of vice-like grip and sloshing spit and precum. I answered his question with his cock burried in my gullet, and it hurt me a little as I blurbled nonsensicle sounds and syllables, trying to convey my lust as I bobbed my head faster and faster and faster, tits flopping up now to slap heavily against different parts of him, his balls, his thighs, his knees, even hitting my chin on some of the faster motions I made. My eyes gazed up at him, brimming and delerious as my sucking only increased in speed and pressure. He panted between grunts, and pushed my head back, groaning long and hard as more and more of his cock left my throat, then my mouth, until just the swollen head was left inside, letting me feel how his prong throbbed incessantly, and precum flowed in a near-constant stream. I gargled once again, face an obscene mess of him now as twin blurbles of his thick pre-load spilled from my nostrils, rolling down my cheeks in rivulets as he held me, mouth puckering and slurping all over his stiff, ridged cockehad I pulled his prickhead from my mouth with a nasty *POP* and an explosion of precum and slobber. Through caked lips I wailed up at him, "I've failed.....I can't believe you didn't cum...and now I must be punished!" I held his massive prong by the base with one hand, then began abruptly slapping my juicy, gooey face back and forth with his huge hard pole, over and over, abusing myself with his cock in frenzied moans and lusty grunts with each wet smack he roared almost helplessly now, each wet SMACK and SLAP making his cock spurt out another hot gout of precum. Each soaked impact very nearly too much, his cock swelling even more, until it simply was as hard and thick as anything could ever be, flushed and bulging, and his balls so full, bouncing up closer to his body from their heavy, swinging sac De leaned over and grabbed beneath my arms, hauling me up to set my ass on the seat next to him before angling around, his cock jammed between my tits aimed upwards. He squeezed either jiggling mass of titflesh to smother his cock. Now titfucking my other-worldly P-cup breasts, he finally started to wear down, his face contorting as his balls swelled and tightened up inside my cleavage. "Oh Felicia...Oh you slut... I'm gonna...I'm gonna..." But he never did. The explosion that came forth was red and not white, and it erupted from his chest, where a huge clawed hand was now poked straight through. I screamed in horror, willing myself outside the car, teleporting to look inside at the sick, frenzied dance which took place, the demonic horror that had granted my power was now playing with Will's corpse like a toy. In fear and shock I took to the sky, streaking out into the clouds towards the safety of my parent's house. The Demon's voice echoed in my head, "Where are you going, child?" His smug thoughts echoed in my skull. "You were supposed to take MY soul! What the Hell is this?" I thought back to him, angrily. "I never said I'd take your soul. I said I'd have my price. THIS is worth SO much more to me, and it is NOT all of it, either." I screamed as my flight took me above my neighborhood. Fire Trucks. Neighbors in robes and pajamas. Black smoke and crimson flames. My house was gone. *** Half-orgasmic half sobbing in fear, the purse-snatcher blubbed incohrently. "What are you going to do to me?" He wept. "This." I explained, drifting higher, willing my clothes from existence as I lowered myself onto his up-turned prong. An inch or so longer than the one denied by Will, I could only assume it must feel that much better, sucking in a sharp breath as I lowered and let him slip into my dripping snatch. Men. Scared for his life and still hard as a rock. But the poor thing wasn't moving, and this problem I solved with two snaps of my finger. The first set him on an up and down course with the levitation, punching in and out of my cmooth slit in JUST the rythem I liked. The second snap was far more troubling to him, as he found his entire body shaking at the same frequency a high-quality vibrator can, his cock almost making a fleshy buzz as it pleasured me to the utmost. I screamed and wailed and called out my own name in my arrogant power, "OH YES! OH RAPTURE YES! GIVE YOURSELF THAT BIG FAT COCK YOU FILTHY LITTLE SLUT! YOU'RE A FUCKING WHORE AND YOU KNOW IT YOU BIG-TITTIED GODDESS! OH FUCK FUCK FUCK ME I'M GOOD!" As a man passed the alleyway he blinked in confusion and held out his palm, trying to figure out why it seemed to be raining down that alleyway but not on him. Shimmering pools of my puddling girl-cream splattered down, a testament to just how much I know what I like. Or so I thought. Perhaps twenty minutes later, the begger was bruised but safe on the ground, barely gathering a trash-can lid to hide his shame as he splashed and slipped through my puddles of nectar to escape the alley. Clap... clap... clap... clap...clap.. In confusion at the sarcastic clapping I turned my head down the alleyway, and found myself looking at a sight I found Anathema. Sure he was gorgeous, despite the bright red skin and little spiraled horns, his rippling muscles tied with buckles and chains at various points, his belt mysteriously tied off with a little glowing padlock, but I was ready to fly in fear. He stopped his applause. "What we have here, honey, is a couple of conundrums." He said. I narrowed my eyes as he continued. "You see, from my perspective... here I was, sent to kill you, I think you know why, and now I can't bring myself to do it, because my GOD that looked like fun what you were doing up there." My narroed eyes were joined by my mouth in a proper scowl. "Okay. That's your conundrum, demon. What's MINE?" "That I'm one of the creatures you hate most in the entire world, so you want to kill me too...." "Doesn't sound like a conundrum to m----" But I was interrupted. ".....and I happen to have a cock WAY bigger than that guy's." He finished. I blushed a little. "So." He asked. "What do you think we're going to do about that, hm?" End of Part 1 Rapture Book Review by The Uncultured Bacterium RAPTURE by Susan Minot Alfred A. Knopf, 2002 It's more than just a book about a blow job. RAPTURE is a remarkable little novella. Only 116 pages long, it is a stunning description of how, even in moments of supreme intimacy, people can still be completely disconnected from each other. The author, Susan Minot, is best known as the screenwriter for Liv Tyler's breakout movie "Stealing Beauty," and while her prose doesn't flow smoothly, her intimate knowledge about - intimate knowledge! - is insightful, deep and cunning. The story covers only 7 minutes of real time. Kay, an attractive 34 year old production assistant, has invited her ex-boyfriend Benjamin, a budding indie film director, up to her apartment for lunch. Benjamin is engaged to Vanessa, but he's curious to see what's new with his old girlfriend Kay, so he consents. We find this out in retrospect, for the novel begins with him flat on his back while Kay lip-whips his glad handle, and from there to the "climax" of the story, we shift back and forth between the thoughts of the two lovers. SHE'S GETTING INTO IT Of the two partners, Kay is the most interesting. Putting aside all doubts about her relationship with Benjamin, Kay approaches her task as if she were taking Holy Communion. Anybody who has studied acting will recognize what Kay is doing - by "getting into the moment," her past and future, all of her doubts, insecurities and worries, dissolve away. Concentrating only on the moment, the relief Kay feels from having the burdens of her conscious mind removed are even more erotic than what's melting in her mouth, not in her hands. By the end of the story, Kay's mind is empty of anything but the present and what she is doing. Furiously polishing Benjamin's throat-seeking missile, Kay's passion rises until .".. at the moment she was feeling what surely must be the best feeling there was. Rapture." HE ISN'T!! Benjamin, on the other hand is so out of the moment you want to strangle him. His mind races with visions of the past, the future, everything but the nice lady between his legs. He thinks he loves Kay but should marry Vanessa, and his self-talk spoils the whole thing with stuff like "I'm such a jerk, and will this film work, did I lock my door this morning, this thing with Kay was doomed from the start, I'm drinking too much, I'm such a horrible person and if I'm ever going to get on with my life I'd better shape up, should I tell Kay what a loser I am," on and on ad nauseum. Grudgingly ("He wondered if she was getting tired...") he finally delivers a weak little climax, that, compared to Kay's worshipful epiphany, is absolutely pathetic. And he immediately ruins even that! "He wondered if Kay had any idea...how wretched he felt, or how polluted he was, or really how bad...because if they did, they'd see what a truly hideous human being he was." Yo, LIGHTEN UP! Superficially, RAPTURE resembles INNOCENCE, a short story by Harold Brodkey. Reversing roles, INNOCENCE is about Orra, a wasp girl at Harvard who is having her taco munched by Wiley, a nice Jewish boy (VERY nice Jewish boy!). The differences are revealing - INNOCENCE is told from the first person perspective of Wiley, and Orra's reactions to his talented tongue are known only through him. Personalizing the story through Wiley while he eats at the Y would seem to be the better approach, but INNOCENCE is a strangely bland and uncompelling story. Kay and Benjamin's tortured history add a depth to their relationship that Orra and Wiley don't have, and Kay's blast-furnace hot passion while ministering to the one-eyed tonsil tickler dwarfs Wiley's workmanlike approach to the chore of tongue-lashing Orra. RAPTURE is by far the superior story. THESIS,ANTITHESIS, BUT NO SYNTHESIS The striking thing about RAPTURE is how Kay and Benjamin are just not on the same page. At a moment when two people should be closer than ever, they might as well be living on different continents. Neither has a clue to what's going on in the other's mind, though Kay gets it right by having nothing there at all. With a little effort, Benjamin could bring the streams of their souls to some sort of junction, but Kay unrealistically idealizes her partner, and that demoralizes Benjamin to the point where he doesn't even try. A statement of profound loneliness, of starvation at a feast, the book's odd ending, bringing both triumph and despair, is a startling denouement. Writing an entire book centered around a single act of oral sex is not the sort of exercise they teach you in English class, and while it's not a masterpiece, RAPTURE does bring up unsettling doubts that anybody can ever really connect with another human being. Perhaps, we really are doomed to forever be alone with ourselves, left only with our longing and our hope that we can join up with a soulmate. It's the sort of novel you can sink your teeth into. Though if you do, do so gently. Rapture Her name is Aria. We have been friends for quite some time now. Both of us are married we both have kids and live a pretty ordinary mundane life. My curiosity on this subject came shortly after my 30th birthday. I have kissed a woman before but never anything more. This is what took place........... We stared at each other eye to eye naked our bodies almost touching. We ran our fingers up and down softly gently across each part of our naked flesh exploring. I began to get goose bumps and chills ran up my spine. Her touch was warm and silky like a satin glove gliding across my skin. I leaned in closer so that our nipples both hard and erect barely were touching, sending shock waves of pleasure immediately to my throbbing clit. I brush my face and hair in the nape of her neck lick and kiss softly gently, letting my hot breath linger on the sensitive areas. She began to moan softly. Then I glide my lips across hers my tongue slowly tracing their full poutiness. Suddenly she penetrated me with her tongue, warm soft sweet slowly sensuously gliding around my mouth, exploring every area deeply carefully. Waves of ecstasy begin building in the pit of my stomach and my clit is hard and throbbing aching. I feel the warm silky sweetness slipping between my pussy lips, and I long to be one with her. We move to the bed and lie down with each other slowly watching, touching, and completely lost in discovering each other, a woman's body for the first time. We begin to kiss passionately deeply my head swimming the room spinning from the pleasure and the ecstasy of the moment, we become lost in it. My fingers roaming closer and closer to her swollen wet slit. I am hesitant not exactly sure what to do but I know what feels good to me. One hand is on her ass one hand between her lips sliding my fingers up and down her wetness pausing to put pressure on her throbbing clit. She begins moving her hips rocking them slowly holding my body tightly to hers as the waves of pleasure build within her. Slowly I insert one finger then two still keeping pressure on her throbbing clit with my thumb. She begins to wiggle her hips back and forth faster and faster on my fingers. The walls of her pussy so soft and warm her slippery wetness covering my fingers. I kiss lick and suck her breast and nipples, her neck. She moves her body in time with every thrust of my fingers until I feel her explode and release. Her body and mind crying out with pleasure from the orgasm she just had. At the same time I feel the waves of ecstasy rippling from the pit of my tummy building to a peak and they wash over me as I cum getting off completely from her pleasure alone. What is happening? I am so confused but I want this more than ever. She slowly begins to make her way down my body. Kissing licking rubbing caressing me in all the right places sending chills up my spine with every inch of flesh she covers. Her tongue licking nibbling at my hard nipples piercing my body with pleasure as I feel it burn between my legs and I long to be satisfied again. Carefully she licks the inside of each of my thighs slowly methodically working her way up to my swollen slit, kneading my full soft breasts in her hands pinching and rolling my nipples around between her fingertips. Then I feel her warm sweet tongue gently run down the length of my wet dripping sex. I close my eyes and throw my head back moaning with pleasure. I grab her head and wrap my legs around the upper part of her body pushing my hot aching sex closer to her face burying her in it. She begins to lap and lick at my clit slowly methodically teasing me driving me insane. I feel the waves building fiercely again in the pit of my stomach. I begin to rock my hips back and forth slowly while she licks, spreading my pussy lips gently apart with her fingers so that she can suck on my hard clit. She inserts two fingers to penetrate me. I cry out for her to fuck me hard. She begins thrusting her fingers in and out slowly deeply while her tongue carefully plays with my swollen clit. My silky wetness covering her fingers and lips, then I feel her enter me with her hot wet tongue. I thrust my hips back and forth to feel it inside me. Immediately the waves of pleasure come rippling over me and I cum instantly. We giggle softly together. Then I forcefully roll her over and tell her to get on all fours. I want to lick and spank her ass hard! She needs to be punished for making me cum so hard and instantly. I admire her ass high up in the air legs spread revealing all of her swollen wet pussy. I smack each of her ass cheeks hard leaving a hand print stinging her hot flesh. She cries out as the pleasure and pain mix intensely. I lean down and slowly begin to lick up and down the length of her wetness. Flicking my tongue across her hard clit, then insert two fingers again and begin to fuck her as she rocks her hips with me. In and out I thrust while I lick she screams and moans wildly as the pleasure begins building within her he walls of her pussy clamp down hard on my fingers. Faster and harder I lick, sucking and thrusting my fingers into her softness I feel the waves of ecstasy building in the pit of my tummy again and it washes over both of us as we cum together. I have never been with a woman before but this is what I sincerely hope it will be like and as enjoyable. Rapture "Yes!" A hushed whisper of silk rustled in the night as he came to her, lying side by side in the sultry heat, barely touching. Her emerald eyes shone upon his pale face, candlelight flickered in a gentle breeze from the open window and she sighed as it bathed her flesh in cool balm, soothing, but not quelling, the fire within. "Shhhhh!" He placated her urgency with an admonishing finger placed upon moist lips, stroking the sensual curve of her mouth down to her chin, lifting them to his for gentle benediction, barely brushing the soft skin. A lingering kiss, stillness in motion, silence in sound, briefly fulfilling her need for him, stirring her desire for more. "Please." A pulse beat in the vein running along the side of her neck. She moaned as his lips traced its path to the source behind her ear, tongue flicking lazily around the smooth curve, bringing a shiver of delight at the ticklish sensation of it teasing inside before withdrawing to resume its meandering path over her cheeks, closing each eye softly with a kiss light as a baby's heart. His nose brushed hers Eskimo-fashion, bringing a smile of pure joy to her lips; he couldn't resist their rosy allure and kissed them again, making her toes curl in utter bliss, his tongue slipping alongside hers, twining sinuously within her parted mouth, dripping passion. "Patience." His lips caressed her, hands gently stroking over the curve of her hip, tracing the line of her spine. She bit his lip as a finger nail ran down her back, eliciting a frisson of anticipation when it trailed over her buttocks, sparking a nerve in the centre of her body. He rubbed the inside of her thigh, pushing it gently to open her a little more, stirring the molten fire within her with a rugged smoothness, tasting her aroma, wanting more but holding back, building the erotic tension between them. "Now!" A yearning cry fluttered from her lips, burning his face with hot kisses, fingers taut on his back, entreating his flesh to fulfill her desire, feeling him harden against her most sensitive spot, needing it deep inside her body. She draped her leg over his hip, dug her nails into his back, and whispered a sweet promise in his ear if only he'd... "Soon." He soothed her brow with soft lips, cleansing the sweat with nimble flicks of his tongue, and stoking the fire with a languorous motion that brought him within a heartbeat of entering her. Her hand lifted her breast to tempt him further and he took it gently, a succulent temptation he couldn't resist, trapping the nipple between his teeth, teasing her excitement further. "Please!" The candles flickered wildly as though stirred by her entreaty. Her body felt liquid with desire for him, pouring her self over his love, pungent and profound; a potent musk drifting into the jasmine mist around them. She held his head to her breast, feeding his passion, writhing on him, trying to impale herself on his hot shaft, crying out in wordless triumph upon feeling it part her outer defences. "Wait." Implacably he held himself still, acknowledging her willingness to accept him but deliberately keeping her poised on the edge until ready to submerse his self within her. He wanted her to understand that now was always between them. To compromise, he eased forward to delicately part her inner lips and quell her eagerness with the head of his shaft, flexing the tip at the very edge of ecstacy. "More." She wriggled onto him, squeezing him inexorably between her thighs, drawing his flesh deeper to bring them together as one. Her nails raked his back and buttocks, took his sacs in hand and squeezed gently, feeling them swell with lust as he sank into the welcome embrace. Slow-slow, quick-quick, slow: the dance began. "Yes!" A hoarse whisper, a moan, smothered in warm lips that welcomed him gladly, consuming him in beauty. He delved deep into the fire, protected by nothing but love for the woman of his dreams, and burned every preconception in the process, beginning to understand the true meaning of all that she was and everything he could be - more than that; everything she wanted him to be. Gentle; tender; loving and true. "More!" His love rippled through her, a heat wave of bliss, spreading to every nerve and every fibre of her being. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, drawing him closer, deeper, savouring the taste of her on his tongue, his lips, devouring him piece by delicious piece. The natural odour of his body aroused her more than anything, an earthy aroma that stimulated her juices to flow like the sweat from his brow. She lapped at his flesh, drinking him, craving him, needing him so much it made her heart ache with desire. "Patience." He reminded her they had all night to immerse themselves in love; simply resting inside the warm embrace of her enfolding flesh, holding himself still, flexing his hard muscle in the slippery heat of her tight pussy. The expression in her eyes spoke more eloquently than any mere words, gazing into his with utter trust, twin pools of pure light. Entranced, he dived deep into their soul-searching brilliance and kissed her breathlessly, languidly running his fingers up and down her spine, making her toes curl with delight. 'Om mani padme hum' (Behold! The jewel in the lotus!') The sound echoed through his mind, truth resounding in each syllable. A paean of praise to the mystery of woman and the joy she brings. An initiation into the deeper meaning of existence. Not an exact translation, to be sure, but relevant to the place he found himself in now. Her clitoris, the jewel; her sex, the petals of the lotus; a perfect picture of the all in all: Nirvana. An astral breeze caressed their souls, fanning the flames of passion, burning with an intensity that burst through the pores of their skin, torrents of love melting them into each other. A wordless moan of wonder sprang from her lips, flowing into him, through him, spiraling in concentric waves to ripple back inside her, through her, breaking the shallow inhibitions of her mundane expectations into something beyond imagining. The excitement of this fresh experience brought a glow to their tightly entwined bodies; a pulsing rainbow aura that surrounded them like a shawl, protecting her from the harsh reality of the world outside while enhancing their senses to an astonishing new realm. 'Am I dreaming?' she wondered, feeling herself swept away in his sensual strength. 'Is this really happening?' 'It's real,' he assured her, stirring his full length within the fire, 'can't you feel it?' Her eyes widened. 'It's not possible!' 'Neither is it impossible,' his mind smiled, 'for us.' He pressed hard into the hot nub of excitement between her trembling thighs and she swooned with pleasure, simmering gently on his hard passion. Her aura flared in orgasmic bliss and pulsed with readiness to ascend higher, enveloping him in dappled vermillion. She rolled onto her back, pulling him with her, squeezing the head of his phallus into her cervix, opening her body to accept his passion, her mind to his love, her soul to the power that took her breath away. The rapture seized them in timeless bliss and, holding each other close in an erotic embrace without striving for release, beheld the true depth of each other's love. Her artful manipulation of his flesh kept him on the edge of forever, enhancing the sensitivity of the sexual energy between them. It flowed with Mandelbrot precision through each chakra, awakening long dormant spirits that cavorted with abandon around their bodies. With exquisite care, he withdrew to the edge of her fire, basking in the radiant glow. Her mind pleaded for him to return and reignite the divine spark in her soul. His eyes flared in the reflected light of her beatitude, absorbing the subtle nuances of her anew; curly black hair spilling over the pillow; eyes closed, rapt on the sensations within her; cheeks flushed from bliss renewed; moist, pink tongue, sliding sensuously across crimson lips, savouring the taste of his kiss; a bead of sweat dripped from her elfin chin and slid down the elegant curve of her neck, trickling slowly between her ample breasts into her navel, pooling there before spilling over her smooth stomach to disappear into the dark, tangled bush surrounding her sex; an impenetrable thicket to all but the most ardent lover. Her beauty exalted him, piercing his heart as surely as he penetrated her body. He cherished her lips with a passionate kiss and followed the sweet trail from her chin with his tongue, blessing her flesh with a feather light touch before taking an erect nipple in his mouth, bathing the crinkled bud between his teeth. She yelped with pleasure at the tender way he nipped her sensitive breasts and held his head to them, arching her back to bring him even deeper inside her, freely giving all he wanted. He took her proffered gifts and gratefully extended his own, sharing in the mutual ecstacy. She lifted her legs higher and flung both arms back in an attitude of utter surrender to the overwhelming force surrounding her, penetrating her, filling her with soul-wrenching bliss. His passion burst within her fire without quenching the surging flames of their desire to feast upon each others love; gorging themselves in the potent sweetness of oblivion. A primal cry rose from her lips, releasing her spirit to fly free through the air on gossamer wings. It swooped around the starlit room and flew through the window where it danced in the moon light, unfettered by mortal restraint. She felt her lover's presence rising swiftly behind her and together they floated on a silvery cloud, laughing with pure joy at the world below. No worldly artifice separated them in the tranquil sky, allowing them all the time they needed to savour each other as they truly were; two halves of the same whole: yin and yang. Transcendent with rapture he grew with the knowledge and poured new life into her, shattering his ego in the act of giving all he had. Her spirit recognised the supreme sacrifice and soothed him with a loving balm, anointing his seed to quicken their love and renew him in turn, fusing their souls as one. Such ecstacy cannot be sustained and they slid back into their flesh along a moonbeam, slowly opening their eyes to catch a hint of the glory around and within them. A satisfied smile played on her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs round his waist, kissed him softly, and drank the last drops of sweetness from his body. "You are beauty in my arms," he murmured, returning her kiss. She felt his arousal renewed in the glowing embers of her love and moaned his name, urging him to love her again...and again. "Don't ever stop -" "Never." "- loving me." She turned her head to gaze up at the stars, longing to return to his realm. His lips curled back to reveal a pair of long, razor sharp teeth. "Always, my love." Her eyes widened as she felt the piercing pain take her on the long, dark journey into eternal night; enabling her to endure the rapture forever.