From bamurphy@primenet.com Thu Oct 17 17:36:05 1996 Date: 14 Oct 1996 22:08:05 -0700 From: Murf <bamurphy@primenet.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: The Concert [M/F cons] **********W*A*R*N*I*N*G ********** To read the following story, you must be: 1) At LEAST 18 years of age. 2) not be easily offended by explicit descriptions of sexual contact. If you still wish to proceed, you do so at your own risk. The author, posting agent, and anyone else that could be held responsible are hereby held harmless. I.E. I have resolved to offend the Religious Right AKA 'The Immoral Minority', er, the 'Moral Majority' at every possible opportunity. They are a blight on the landscape, purveyers of hatred and prejudice, and a threat to the Constitution of the United States. If you are a member of this group, BLOW ME! Censorship of ANY kind is pornography! If you have come this far and aren't planning on burning me at the stake, you may now proceed to the story. [Quick note: Mad Ranter's got a lady friend! Strange as it may seem that twisted individual could ever entice a member of the opposite sex, it actually happened.... She's had a fantasy - at least she CLAIMS it's just a fantasy - that she's put to paper and the Ranter has asked me to edit and post it for her. After reading this story, I can understand why the Ranter hasn't brought her around to meet me: this lass is SSSMMMOKIN! Enjoy.... B] *************************************** The Concert by The Mad Ranterette It was U2. My date cancelled at the last minute, I said "Fuck it!" and went by myself. No WAY was I gonna miss this. A warm night in September, a huge crowd, I was standing near the front, a little closer to the mosh pit than I would like but promising to be worth the risk. I felt good, so up for this concert, on edge with anticipation, and oh, man it's like Christmas morning already. The warmup band was good -- didn't get the name, but they did the tightest rock I've ever heard, angular sounds, stretched notes till they vibrated. They set the crowd on fire early on. U2 comes on with a bang, the crowd swells and roars in joy. Bono is charasmatic as always, the band plays "Until the End of the World"... "I took your money I spiked your drink You miss too much these days if you stop to think" We reveled in the sultry heat of the crowd, thousands of people thumping with the bass, the music carrying me so far above my normal sensitivities that I felt insane. I was bonded with the people around me, devoted worshipers in this religion of music. NIN lyrics popped into my head. Bow down before the one you serve! You're going to get what you deserve. This had all the promise of being a peak experience. I felt too good for words. The music pounded in my blood, crashed through me, picked me up by the nerve endings and shook me, inflicting rhythm into my hips. I vibrated with the synthesizer, and as The Edge stroked the keys... he stroked me. I felt hot breath in my ear, but I couldn't turn around. I didn't know if it was personal contact or crowd related, but I liked it. It fit the song and blended into the heat of the music. "Your heart will shout to a swarm of bees, Gonna blow right through you like a breeze, Give me one last chance, To slide from the silver ... You're the real thing, Yeah, you're the real thing, Even better than the real thing" And I backed into the breath. The contact surged through me with the bass, liquifying any piece of me that had still remained solid. I was on fire before the contact; the flame changed color and moved from red to white. It was male, I could pick his smell out, even in the crowd. He pushed back at me, no uncertainty now, I knew the pressure was not accidental. I ground my ass into his crotch and felt his hardon push into me. The music carried us along, dictating our moves, demanding action, pushing us onto another plane. I suppose I could have turned around and found out who it was, but I didn't want to anymore. He was the crowd, and I wanted him. He knew it as soon as I did, and put his hands around my waist and pulled me tighter to him. "Sunrise like a nosebleed, your head hurts and you can't breathe, You've been trying to throw your arms around the world, How far you gonna go Before you lose your way back home?" His hands slid down and hiked my dress up, nobody could see, everybody could feel. His hands pushed past my underwear and wrapped around to my cunt, plunging into the depths. I'd have dropped to my knees but the crowd held me up, I was riding the crest of the guitar whining long and loud, coming hard, screaming, all part of the same thing. "I have kissed honey lips Felt the healing in her fingertips It burned like fire This burning desire I have spoke with the tongue of angels I have held the hand of a devil It was warm as this night I was cold as a stone But I still haven't found What I'm looking for." He let go of me for the moment, I felt him unbutton his jeans, his hands mashed into me mashed into him, it was so tight, all his movements telegraphed his intentions. I surged up again with the crowd and the music and the desire. "But yes Im still running You broke the bonds You loosed the chains You carried the cross And my shame And my shame You know I believe it But I still haven't found What I'm looking for" He pulled my underwear off through a spectacular series of gymnastics, pulled my skirt back up and I tilted my ass up to give him easy access. He slipped his cock into me and I flew over the edge into another place again... still following the bass riffs... and the crowd fucks for us, we don't even have to move, pushed back and forth in an orgiastic rhythm, part of the motion of one big animal enveloped in that hot blanket of sound and smell. My mystery date has one hand on my clit again, stroking me toward another climax as he slips his cock in and out, everything in perfect rhythm. "In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum Jacob wrestled the angel and the angel was overcome Plant a demon seed, you raise a flower of fire See them burning crosses, see the flames, higher and higher" ... I come again and feel him spurt, too, and he holds me still, pressed up so tight against me, ragged breath in my ear, one hand hard on my breast. He drops out, my hem falls back down, the crowd swells and he breaks contact for a moment, then strains to get down and grab my panties. He reaches them and the movement of the crowd suddenly carries him to one side and he's gone. His cum trickles unchecked down the inside of my thigh and the crowd sings: "Gave me the keys to his kingdom (coming) Gave me a cup of gold He said 'I have many mansions and there are many rooms to see' But I left by the back door And I threw away the key... For the first time For the first time For the first time I feel love" Never saw my underwear again, either.