The 5th Annual Literotica Award Nominations: Most Original Sex Scene

[Laurel]

In this category, please nominate the sex scene in a Literotica story that you found to be most creatively done. Please include:

- a one sentence to three paragraph snippet of the creative sex scene
- the title of the story
- the author of the story
(a link to the story satisfies the bottom two requirements)

Story must be currently on Literotica, and must have been submitted during the year 2003. One nomination per member, please.

 

[Lauren Hynde]

"Of course it is. You're a yuppie, aren't you, Andrew…"

"Blaise," he said firmly, squeezing her cheeks between the fingers of one hand. "My name is Blaise."

"Blaise," she agreed, her eyes glowing in the electric blue half-light.

"I could fuck you like this," he said, touching her on the upper chest where her skin was bared. "Against the glass."

in 1984 by MlledeLaPlumeBleu ©

 

[Colleen Thomas]

Harry’s hands had found the clasps, which held her bodice together at the front, and went to work on undoing them. Once her breasts were exposed his mouth went straight to them, hungrily sucking and licking her nipples.

She felt a strange sensation in her pussy, as if a twig was scratching it, on the inside. When Harry lifted his head from her tits his mouth was slightly open, exposing what she presumed to be his tongue. To her horror she realised Joe was licking her out.

Their tongues weren’t even close to humanoid in form; they were brown and stalk-like, and exceptionally long. As Joe continued stimulating her pussy with his mouth his hands reached underneath her and grasped her butt cheeks. He lifted her ass off the ground, grinding his face into her wet pussy, making her squeal in delight.


The Triple Treat
by Tatelou ©

 

[Guest]

I'd like to submit for consideration....

Cum Drops Keep Landing on My head - Chapter One for most original sex scene..




She was grinning, wickedly.

“Ah oh, what are you up to Tanya?”

“Wanna play a game?”

“A game?”

“Yeah, it’s called if you win, you can do anything you want to me. If I win, I get to do anything I want to you.”

I didn’t see a way to lose here actually. Which was what was wrong of course. “What kind of game are you thinking about?” I asked tentatively, already wishing I hadn’t asked.

“A naughty game. You do like naughty don’t you?”

Just the way she said the word made me feel that way. The fact I’d begun to get an erection standing there in front of her said that much. With no way to hide it, I let the ‘naughty’ feeling wash over me urging me on to accept whatever proposal she had in mind.

“Ok, why not?” I said giving in.

Tanya was beaming. Moving away from the railing to face me, her hand reached down clasping my rapidly hardening prick.

“How long do you think it will take you to jerk yourself off?” she asked.

“Not long,” I said huskily.

Tanya winked. “Will this help things along?” Her hand on my cock, busily stroking it certainly was.

“Oh fuck yes!” I moaned. “What are you planning on doing anyway?” I asked through clenched teeth as her hand drew me towards greater pleasures than I’d known in quite a while.

Once again she smiled that devilish smile of hers. I wanted to smear my orgasm all over those sweet luscious looking lips, deciding as I considered the thought that if I won, that’s exactly what I was going to do.

“Let me know when you’re getting close,” she warned me. “I want to have enough time to get downstairs.”

“Down there?” I questioned incredulously. “You’re gonna go down and stand on the sidewalk?”

“Yep! Then, when you’re ready to shoot…it will be your part of the game to see if you can hit me with your cum!”

“You’re serious!”

“Very. Just don’t take too long though, I’ll be standing there in my birthday suit waiting for you.”

“How the hell am I supposed to know if I do manage to get any on you?” I asked simply. I was already wondering if I had time to locate the small squirt gun I used to keep on my key-chain. I could lay it off to one side of my prick, pretending to cum and hopefully manage to aim it just enough so that she’d feel something.

Tanya giggled. “Ever seen cum beneath a black-light? It’s really pretty cool, shows up all over the place!”

So much for that idea.


And here's the link:

http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=102098


I remain,

 

[JUDO]

Sibling Diareis, Ch. 6

Masturbating along to a video "gift" from her brother's girlfriend, Gretta gets a sudden immersion into virtual reality.


Title: "The Sibling Diaries, Ch.6"
Author: Judo

(...somewhere towards the end.)

I was so excited that I started to shake, shivering as I continued to fuck myself with the vibe. Whatever they were into, this was good. I didn't care. This was too good. I closed my eyes and pictures of David's cock flowed into my mind -- Sandy sucking it on the video. His cock getting swallowed by her pussy on his bed. The deep feeling grew within me. A hot flush started rising up my body. I moaned each time that my hand sank the vibrator deep inside me.

Footsteps softly padded along the carpet beside me. Something sank down on the couch next to me. Then, I heard a deep voice. "Here, Gretta, this is for you." I opened my eyes. David was beside me. His massive erection glistened right in my face, so beautiful, so sexy. My mouth opened in surprise. His cock touched my lips. I could smell his manly smell. My tongue licked my lips where it touched, accidentally licking his cock. He flinched.

I looked up and saw David looking down at me, concern written all over his face. I wanted this cock. I needed this cock, but it was David's, my brother's cock.

 

[Cat42]

Sex on a weight bench

I heard the clink of the bar being replaced in its holder as I started to unbutton my blouse. My eyes flew to his face and found his clear blue ones looking back at me. He grinned and rubbed his hand over his cock. It was becoming even more erect, stretching out to its full 7 inches. I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I stepped out of it and walked toward him still in my bra, stockings and high heels. His hand continued to stroke down the engorged length of his shaft and back up to cover the head as I advanced on him.

“Hey big fella,” I grinned at him. “You got another muscle that needs a workout?”

“You know I do baby,” he responded with a leer.

Slowly I withdrew the hand that had been behind my back and let my newest purchase dangle from my fingertips. His eyes widened and turned dark with lust when he saw the fur-lined handcuffs. His cock was pointing straight up at the ceiling when he released it and I watched it jerk and throb as he saw the strip of leather I held in my other hand.


http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=112001

from The Workout by wyo_girl

 

[oh21]

I nominate Elixir Of Incubus by Rhys.

http://www.literotica.com:81/stories/showstory.php?id=111667

"Concentration is the key. I discover by will alone that if I imagine a thing to happen it does, but if I actively try to force my waiting shadow to act, nothing happens. Curious, I explore this newfound power. I want to see you. I direct my thought to the ribbons on your shoulders and watch them peel away. Your breasts shine pure alabaster in the wan light. Your nipples stiffen in the cooler air and I want to nuzzle them. I imagine your taste then, like sweet berries and fresh cream. I feel the aureole contract against my tongue, so very tender. I discover that by stroking my own skin I can affect you. I brush the skin of my arms lightly and feel the hair almost stand on end. My shadow observes the goose bumps rising on your skin as I breathe lightly across my arm. Gently, I tweak my own nipple and hear your soft gasp in my ear. I have no idea what this synchronicity is but I am caught in the hallucination, and still it strengthens its threads around me.

'Help me,' I think, unsure what to do, half wishing to wake from this fever dream and half wanting to stay and see if you will respond to my call. You whimper softly sleeping still and the sound goes straight to my cock. You wiggle, the camisole pooling around your waist, the bottom riding higher exposing more of your naked thighs. You roll over onto your back, and the flash of deepening pink between your legs stills any thoughts I had on turning back. With the flat of my palm, I run my hand across my stomach, feeling the slow growing heat. I would kiss your lips, I would devour your taste slowly, savoring each breath. I imagine this and again I hear your soft intake of breath.

The water is so warm but not hot. I am comfortable still. Wondering, I stroke the insides of my thighs and wish they were your hands. Turning my gaze inward, I watch you kick off the last of the sheets that cling and drink in your beauty. I want to watch you, I want to see all of you, and that barest wish crosses the distance between us. Drowsily, you shift your hips and slide the fabric from your thighs. The pool of blue fabric falls to the floor soundlessly. Naked you are extraordinary. I will my thoughts again, making them take shape. I would kiss the valley between your breasts, and cup the soft weight of you in my palms. I want to watch you pleasure yourself. As soon as I articulate this thought, it occurs to me, that I will have to make a sacrifice. This power wants to be fed, and in return it will give me what I want. A tendril of pure lust curls around my spine and I know what it craves. I know what I crave.

Let it feed then. "

 

[lod924]

Can we have another entry.. best NEW writer?

just a thought... but I've not written anything, but I really like one writer inparticular...

Here's the latest story...

I know it doesnt count for 2003, but it's the best work by them so far..


http://www.literotica.com/stories/showstory.php?id=124077

 

[KillerMuffin]

I second the nomination!

I nominate Elixir Of Incubus by Rhys.

http://www.literotica.com:81/stories/showstory.php?id=111667

"Concentration is the key. I discover by will alone that if I imagine a thing to happen it does, but if I actively try to force my waiting shadow to act, nothing happens. Curious, I explore this newfound power. I want to see you. I direct my thought to the ribbons on your shoulders and watch them peel away. Your breasts shine pure alabaster in the wan light. Your nipples stiffen in the cooler air and I want to nuzzle them. I imagine your taste then, like sweet berries and fresh cream. I feel the aureole contract against my tongue, so very tender. I discover that by stroking my own skin I can affect you. I brush the skin of my arms lightly and feel the hair almost stand on end. My shadow observes the goose bumps rising on your skin as I breathe lightly across my arm. Gently, I tweak my own nipple and hear your soft gasp in my ear. I have no idea what this synchronicity is but I am caught in the hallucination, and still it strengthens its threads around me.

'Help me,' I think, unsure what to do, half wishing to wake from this fever dream and half wanting to stay and see if you will respond to my call. You whimper softly sleeping still and the sound goes straight to my cock. You wiggle, the camisole pooling around your waist, the bottom riding higher exposing more of your naked thighs. You roll over onto your back, and the flash of deepening pink between your legs stills any thoughts I had on turning back. With the flat of my palm, I run my hand across my stomach, feeling the slow growing heat. I would kiss your lips, I would devour your taste slowly, savoring each breath. I imagine this and again I hear your soft intake of breath.

The water is so warm but not hot. I am comfortable still. Wondering, I stroke the insides of my thighs and wish they were your hands. Turning my gaze inward, I watch you kick off the last of the sheets that cling and drink in your beauty. I want to watch you, I want to see all of you, and that barest wish crosses the distance between us. Drowsily, you shift your hips and slide the fabric from your thighs. The pool of blue fabric falls to the floor soundlessly. Naked you are extraordinary. I will my thoughts again, making them take shape. I would kiss the valley between your breasts, and cup the soft weight of you in my palms. I want to watch you pleasure yourself. As soon as I articulate this thought, it occurs to me, that I will have to make a sacrifice. This power wants to be fed, and in return it will give me what I want. A tendril of pure lust curls around my spine and I know what it craves. I know what I crave.

Let it feed then. "

 

[zanth6]

Thesandman Rules!

Thesandman is good at everything he writes, but I particularly
like chapter four of "Secrets of the Ya Ya Dildohood." It's
right up there with the pig scene from "The Devil in Miss
Jones."

 

[sarahhh]

I nominate:

Thesandman
Cum Drops Keep Landing...Ch. 01

***
Tanya giggled. "Ever see cum beneath a black light. It's pretty cool, shows up all over the place."

***

(A pearl necklace looks so expensive under a black-light)

 

[roxanne69]

The most original and erotic sex scene I have read this year is definitely Beyond the Horizon by Singularity (chapter 2):

He kicked her feet apart and forced her to straddle the center console. Then he placed her hands on the overhead instrument panel above the two pilots' seats.

Michelle stared directly out the front windshield of the airplane, staring out into the limitless deep blue space that hurtled past their slender aluminum arrow at such a tremendous speed.

Then the pilot's cock entered her cunt from behind. He filled her completely in one, lifting thrust.

"Oh god, yes!" Michelle cried out as the huge cock rammed into her tight, wet hole.

The man lifted her bodily off her feet with the power of his thrust. Only his hands on her hips prevented her from falling forward into the windshield

Now, they began to fuck in earnest. Michelle was grinding her hips and ass backwards, meeting the cock thrust for thrust, her ass slapping against the pilot's belly with each backwards lunge. Each of them was grunting in unison, their passion that of a pair of rutting beasts.

While they continued to fuck their brains out, the pilot told the copilot, "Take her down, Mike. Let's give this cunt a real treat."

The copilot snickered and leaned forward in his seat. The pilot took Michelle's hands down from the ceiling instrument panel and placed them on the top surface of the main instrument panel and pushed them forwards until they touched the cold clear glass at the base of the windshield. Michelle's chin rested on the padded top of the instrument panel, inches from the windshield. Now she could not see anything whatsoever in the cockpit. Her entire field of view was directed outwards, at the sky.

The pilot's cock returned to her pussy, filling her up again in one long, wet stroke, while Michelle clamped down on his shaft with her cunt muscles, not wanting to let this magnificent cock go again. They resumed their rhythmic fucking, slower this time; as if the pilot wanted to prolong the experience, as if he was waiting for something to happen.

The pilot pulled his cock out and held it at the gaping wide entrance to Michelle's cunt, the head resting just inside the entrance to her fuck hole. He rocked back and forth slowly, teasing her with the promise of another series of fast, hard strokes – when Michelle shrieked.

The plane dove down towards the clouds, arrowing downwards in a long, swooping arc. Faster and faster the airplane accelerated towards the clouds. The cloud deck jumped up at them so fast it appeared that they were going to crash into the white, billowed surface.

Michelle knew that the clouds were mere wisps of water vapor, but the sensation of hurtling towards them and, ultimately, smashing into them was incredibly real, especially when you could see nothing else but the clouds and sky in front of you.

It was as if she was the airplane itself, about to crash into a snow-covered glacier of solid ice.

The pilot's cock rammed forward into Michelle's cunt just as the airplane reached the cloud deck. He slammed against Michelle's cervix just as the nose of the plane crashed into the clouds. His hands were on her breasts, his fingers pulling and twisting her nipples.

Michelle shrieked again, and she came, her orgasm hard and fast - as if it was the last orgasm she would ever have before she ceased to exist, obliterated in a fireball that tore her into a million pieces.

At that moment, the plane leveled off and resumed steady flight, just skimming over the pillowed tops of the cloud deck. It was as if they were surfing on the clouds. Every few seconds, the plane augured through a mounded cloud top, only to burst out back into the twilight a moment later.

The full moon hung in the darkening sky above them, like a beacon lighting the way to their still-unknown destination, casting it's pale light onto the clouds like a far-away streetlight.

The sensation of speed was incredible, as the plane danced across the cloud tops. The air was more turbulent here, the plane bucking up and down every few seconds. The airplane felt like it had come alive - like it has become an active, willing, third party to the wild, uninhibited fuck that Michelle and the pilot were enjoying.

Michelle's cunt was being fucked hard and rough now, while she was pressed forward into the windshield by the power of the man behind her, drilling into her with a wild, reckless abandon. She was mesmerized, and unable to close her eyes or turn away from their dragstrip in the sky.

The sensation of flying mere inches above the surface of the clouds was incredibly real – as real as the huge penis fucking her into oblivion. Michelle's exhaled breath began to fog up the windshield, as her uncontrollable moans becoming more plaintive, and more urgent; while her cunt was on the brink of giving in to the consummate skill of the cocksman who was fucking her so mercilessly.

When the pilot pulled and stretched her nipples to their limit, pinching them savagely, Michelle screamed – and orgasmed again. Still, the cock pounded in and out of her spasming cunt. Her juices streamed down her thighs, and onto the controls beneath her naked body.

The pilot pulled her body downwards slightly. Michelle gasped when she felt the leather and steel handles of the throttles being pressed against her clit.

Michelle began to rock back and forth on the engine controls, her mound and her clit sliding back and forth across the come-streaked metal columns each time he rammed his cock into her. Again, and again, they fucked, with Michelle humping the throttles at the same time her cunt was being churned into melted butter by the relentless onslaught of the pilot.

When Michelle orgasmed for the third time, the pilot tensed and leaped upwards, impaling her on his erection and lifting her completely off her feet. He came then, too; his orgasm finally triggered by the spasming, quivering walls of Michelle's cunt and the lascivious grip she had on his cock. She moaned as she felt the cock pump its semen into her pussy. Her body welcomed the gift she had been given with yet another orgasm, her entire body shaking and jerking uncontrollably.

Michelle did not realize that her eyes had been closed, or for how long. When she did open them, she saw that the airplane was again high above the clouds, cruising serenely again towards the steady, unblinking moon as it rose ponderously above the darkening sea.

The pilot helped her to stand up and directed her backwards to a safe place on the floor where she could sit and rest.

As she regained her composure and her breathing returned to normal, Michelle watched as the two pilots rearranged themselves and strapped their frames into their seats; looking for all the world like normal, conventional, and very ordinary men.