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Holoroom (MF, sci-fi)
by Rick R. (rickr@jumpnet.com)
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Standard disclaimer: This story contains adult language and
explicit sexual situations and is NOT intended for minors.
If you are a minor or offended by material of a sexual
nature, do not continue reading.
Copyright, 1996 By Rick R. Comments to rickr@jumpnet.com
The Holoroom I
The air was cool as we walked hand in hand down the deserted
street. The streets were always deserted when we walked.
That was precisely how we had programmed them to be.
The recreation room in our home was atypical, to say the
least. While other families had sixth and seventh
generation Segas, full wall TV screens and killer stereo
systems, we had the first (and at this point, only)
holoroom. Some would say it was a rip-off of the holodeck
on the old Star Trek series, but it was actually inspired by
the even older Ray Bradbury novel, The Illustrated Man,
specifically the short story, The Velt. Completely
programmable, we could have any configuration we desired,
any location, any number of participants. At the beginning,
though, where this adventure takes place, we still preferred
the company of only each other to having other participants
around.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of a rain that is
just beginning. Slightly damp, slightly dusty, slightly
earthy. The rain had just begun, but it's intensity was
rapidly increasing. Lightning in the distance...a roll of
thunder...the smell of ozone in the air. We both knew what
a thunder storm did to our desire...it sent it out of
control.
As the sky continued to darken, my hand tightened around
yours and I pulled you along the sidewalk even faster. The
rain was becoming more intense, rivulets of water flowing
down the street, splashing against any obstacles such as
rocks, tires, speed bumps. Before we were completely
soaked, I led you across the street, the water rushing over
our shoes as we crossed, and into St. Mary's Cathedral. As
the huge wooden door slowly closed back into place, a
thunderclap that sounded as though it was directly above us
shook the building. I pulled you tightly against me, my
mouth covering yours, our tongues immediately probing and
searching. It had begun, and once it had begun, we know
from experience, it was unstoppable.
The cathedral was immense, a mixture of the best of the old
and the new in liturgical architecture. The ceiling was
domed and painted, reminiscent of Michelangelo. The statues
were finely carved with the elegance of rare woods, the pews
were richly upholstered with the finest fabrics, the columns
were adorned with precious metals from around the world, the
floors were plushly carpeted and the altar...ahh, the altar
was spectacular, it was huge, made from the most perfect
marble we had ever seen.
Our kisses had progressed to caresses. Somewhat more
controlled, our lips gently touching, my tongue circling
your lips, your gums, your teeth. My mouth slid along your
cheek, down your neck, under your chin, as my fingertips
caressed along your back, down your spine. As I reached the
small of your back, you jumped, as you always do when I
reach what we have fondly dubbed your "shiver spot". The
gentlest touch there always elicits an intake of breath, a
thrust of your hips toward me, then a soft moan as you
exhale. You have several such spots...behind your knee,
along your ankle, at the crook of your elbow, along the
inside of your thigh, but none as sensitive as the small of
your back.
You react by reaching down and cupping the bulge in my
jeans. With each flash of lightning, each report of
thunder, my cock jumped within your touch, such as a body
will jump on those doctor shows when they try to revive
someone with cardiac shock. Same principle really, what
with the electricity in the air, your hands acting as
conductors for the charge that is present all around. The
power you have over me is at once fascinating and
frightening.
I took your hand and lead you farther into the cathedral.
Up the center aisle, our hands brushing against the hand
rubbed wood that forms the edge of the pews. So soft, yet
so strong at the same time.
We reached the railing around the altar and opened the gate
which gave us access to the sanctuary. We entered and
immediately embraced once again with the passion we
originally had upon entering the church renewed. Our kisses
were deep and wet. We were consumed by our desire for each
other, oblivious to our surroundings and never concerning
ourselves with the nature of our actions. Taboo? We didn't
know the meaning of the word.
My lips were on your neck, my tongue lightly running along
your collarbone as my fingers deftly unbuttoned your blouse,
sliding it from your shoulders, exposing your magnificent
breasts. Cupping them gently in my hands, I ran my tongue
down your cleavage. Kneeling in adoration of you, I took
first your left, then your right nipple into my mouth. My
teeth gently nipped them, bringing them to erection, even as
I was coming to erection myself. You removed your shoe,
massaging my hard cock through the tight material with the
ball of your foot as my tongue continued to travel around
your breasts, licking and sucking them with abandon.
My hands descended down along your waist, down to your hips,
my fingertips lightly tracing around your waistband.
Unbuckling your belt, I slipped it from the loops with my
right hand as my left found your snap...SNAP!...your
zipper...ZZZIIIIIPPPPP!...your mound..."MMMM!"... you moan
as my finger slid along your wetness. I could feel the
hardness of your clit with the tip of my finger as I rubbed
it along your folds. Your pussy was shaved smooth, just a
hint of a triangle above your mons. The feeling of a shaved
pussy against a probing finger is second only to the feeling
of a shaved pussy against my tongue, and that was my next
mission.
In one fell swoop, I slid your pants down your thighs and as
you were stepping from them I encircled your waist with my
hands and lifted you easily onto the edge of the altar. You
gasped as the cold marble touched your ass, but quickly
became accustomed to the sensation. You leaned back on your
elbows, watching as I spread your legs, knelt before you and
placed my mouth against your wet pussy. You were so
incredibly wet, your aroma permeating the air, your taste
wonderfully tangy. I can never get enough of the flavor of
your excitement. I love tasting your sex, in fact I could
literally eat you for hours as you climax over and over
again. This day was no exception and I took to my mission
with relish. My tongue lightly fluttered against your lips,
in ever widening concentric circles, until I was circling in
such a way that I would run against your ass on the lower
arc of the circle and against your clit on the upper arc.
Your breath quickened with each revolution. I slid my
finger inside of you, lubricating it with your juices then
pressed the tip against your anus, slowly entering you as my
mouth and tongue concentrated on your clit. My middle
finger up your ass, my thumb entered your pussy, both
sliding in and out simultaneously, massaging either side of
the thin membrane separating your two most intimate
openings. The tip of my tongue fluttered against your clit,
your hips thrust against my face, completely covering it
with your juices. (God how I love the taste of you, how
your flavor lingers on my lips even after we have make love,
how your aroma stays with me on my mustache so that I can
have you with me all day long.) Your breathing became
faster and more shallow, your moans echoed off the high
ceiling and off the limestone walls. Your hips thrust
against me even faster as your orgasm became imminent. You
grabbed my hair and pulled my face tightly against your
wetness as your hips arched back and forth smearing your
pussy against my nose, tongue, lips and chin, your cries
guttural with the passion that overtakes you during climax.
You pushed my face away and slid from the hard marble of the
altar. You turned and bent over the altar, your breasts
pressed against the cold hardness of the marble, wanting the
hot hardness of my cock inside you. "Oh, god, I want you so
bad...please, fuck me, now...put your hard cock inside me
and fuck me hard lover...," you hoarsely whispered.
Standing behind you, my cock fully engorged I guided the tip
to your beautiful pink folds and filled you with one long
hard quick thrust. As if possessed by the devil himself, I
rammed my cock fully inside you, pulled back until almost
fully exposed then slammed back into you. Each thrust
elicited an, "Ugh..." from your diaphragm as I filled your
pussy with my hardness. Your hand reached underneath and
you touched your clit and caressed my balls with your
fingernails on each stroke. My hands were on your hips,
pulling you toward me, burying myself inside you with each
pistoning stroke.
"I can feel you getting bigger inside me...," you pant..."I
can feel your head expanding..."
And so it was. My cock head swelling as it always does to
signal my approaching orgasm. My balls tightened up to the
point they were indistinguishable, the contractions
beginning in the small of my back, traveling to the base of
my cock then running in waves along my entire shaft, forcing
my come into your tight pussy, filling you with my
lust...with my love.
We remain together for several minutes until my cock becomes
flaccid and slips from your warm depths. We dress each
other slowly, admiring each other's bodies, comforted by the
knowledge that we have each other and belong to each other
and we would have it no other way. Hand in hand, we return
down the center aisle and open the massive door to the
cathedral.
The sun was shining, and the streets were deserted, but then
the streets were always deserted when we walked. That was
precisely how we had programmed them to be.
If you enjoyed this little foray into fantasy and would like
to comment or see more such stories please contact the
author via e-mail at rickr@jumpnet.com