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Electronic Erotica #7
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
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"Electronic Erotica", volume 1, number 7.
Date: 17 Jul 89 07:34:30 GMT
CONTENTS:
Intro to eEros
Nancy
The Babysitter
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INTRO TO EEROS
EEros is a periodical of reader-submitted erotic fiction. It is published
once a month (currently near the middle of the month) in the 'alt.sex'
newsgroup on usenet. There is a mailing list, but the resources are VERY
limited for supporting it, so if you can read the newsgroup, DO NOT ASK
TO BE ADDED TO THE MAILING LIST. I don't have the time or resources to
fill requests for previous issues, so don't ask. At least one kind soul on
the net has offered to make back issues available for anonymous ftp from
unocss.unl.edu (129.93.1.11) in the 'pub/altsex/eros' directory. The
maintainer of that archive is Tim Russell <[email protected]> or
<[email protected]>. If you don't have ftp access, I'm sorry.
Maybe someone someday will set up a way to request back issues via email.
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NANCY
Nancy is my current squeeze's ex-roomate from college. Nancy was a graduate
student (30) while Karen was an undergrad (24). Many of Karen's friends are
bright, earthy, funny people but Nancy and I had a special bond between us.
Being the same age we had gone through some of the same changes at the same
time and shared some of the same experiences and outlooks that separated us
from people just five or six years younger.
I'm up in this very small town in the western tier of New York State in the
town where they attend art school. I visit once every month or so, Karen comes
downstate once a semester and in between we spend long hours on the phone,
occasionally fantasizing verbally, each of us getting off on long distance so
to speak.
Karen and I spend our time making love, visitng friends and attending the ever
present art shows in town. But most of two days Karen is in class and her
studio. She would get up by 7AM and be gone a good part of the day. I'd make
dinner for them (THESE WOMEN LIVED ON TAB AND CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES AND PIZZA
IN NORMAL TIMES).
Late on saturday morning I was in the kitchen doing last night's dishes, alone
in the house, or so I thought. My clothes had mostly been stashed in the
laundry so I'm standing around in my jockey shorts and a t-shirt at the sink.
Down the stairs and into the kitchen comes Nancy. 5'6', long brown hair,
strong taut legs and ass and small breasts. She's wearing a very sleek danskin
and running shorts. She looks at me smiles and says, "You look much better
with your pants off."
She has a look in her eye that I've seen before and every time I've seen it
and realized what it is and let things happen, I've been the better for it.
The danskin is more than sheer enough so that her nipples are very visible,
especially from only three feet away. I can't resist holding my gaze for a
second or two. She smiles, laughs, keeps looking me straight in the eye.
There's nothing to say. I turn around, me each tae one step forward, and we're
kissing. She's very good, lips against mine, tongues almost immediately
slipping into each other's mouths. My hands reach behind for her ass, her
around my back.
I stroke the crack of her ass, reaching, if I could, to slide completely under
her. We stand this way for five minutes until she reaches around and gently
grabs my cock thru my shorts and squeezes. She looks me in the eye again and
my knees get weak with her fingers wrapped around my dick. I thank God(dess)
for the simple pleasures of assertive women.
Nancy leans against me, I quickly brush my hand across her breasts, she
stiffens slightly. We walk arm in arm into the living room. She leads me
toward the couch. She slides my shorts off and throws them across the floor.
She takes off her own and joins me on the couch. We sit facing each other, my
hand sliding over and over the ass and crotch of her danskin, she slowly
pumping my cock. Nancy pushes me back on the couch and slides down to the
floor, kneeling between my legs.
She kisses my cock and then takes it in her mouth, sucking and tonguing the
head and just below, slowly. She gradually takes more in and I spread my legs
further. I can feel her tongue constantly sliding across and over the
underside of my cock. I can see she's moved her free hand down beneath her
legs, rubbing her clit from outside of the danskin.
Its not just the feel of her mouth, not quite the same as a vagina but with
the special difference of a tongue. It's the sound. I'm not one of those
people who finds lovemaking awkward and messy. Its incredible and the wet
slurping sound of Nancy sucking me is very loud in this empty house in a quiet
town. After ten minutes the sounds and the feeling are getting to be too much.
I can feel a load, apressure in my balls. I'm not sitting still anymore and my
back is starting to arch. Nancy feels it and sucks a bit harder concentrating
on just the spot I need. She's geeting high too, rubbing her clit, taken up
with her long time joy for giving head, knowing that she's about finish off
another.
Just then she starts to stroke my cock with hard long handstrokes tip to balls
and I shoot. Cum on my stomach and chest, the rush of feeling it spurt out.
She licks it and sucks, working on me slowly until I'm totally done.
She crawls up into my lap, rubbing herself against me, nuzzling, biting my
ears. I reach for the shoulder straps and slowly peel off the danskin.
She asks how long till I'll be ready again. Five or ten minutes I reply. I'm
not sixteen anymore.
Now she sits forward on the couch, heels up on the edge of the seat, spread
enough for me to sit by her side, facing her and begin fingering her. She's
very wet. She responds to just one finger inserted into her wet cunt. One arm
around her shoulders, kissing, the other hand in her vagina and softly
stroking her clit. She has her ass planted firmly on the couch next to me but
she's moving against my hand. Slow hand, long fingers, tracing lines up and
down the walls of her cunt, sliding in and out, pulling out sometimes and
rubbing over the lips. She whispers for me to go a little bit faster, then
almost immediately asks in a normal louder voice, "Little bit faster, little
bit deeper, babe, just keep it goin."
Now it's the sound of my finger sliding in and out of her. Faster, she reaches
down, close to her end, she wants it just the exact way she needs it, she
holds my hand and makes the extra change she needs.
Nancy's back arched and she came loudly. There was no one in the house and she
was going to take advantage of it. She shook for I don't know how long in my
arms as I held her. I kissed her hair and face and licked off the sweat as she
slowly came down. Two finger rested inside her for a long time afterward.
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THE BABYSITTER
We came home early, that night. The party was not very exciting, so we made
excuses and left before 10, even though we had told Heather, our babysitter,
not to expect us until after midnight.
And obviously, she did not expect us -- at least, not right then. Although we
made a normal amount of noise driving up to the house and walking in, she
didn't hear us at all. In fact, neither of them did. Not she or her boyfriend,
lying on the couch in a passionate embrace, seemed to notice as we entered the
living room. We were both startled, and hesitated awkwardly, not knowing what
to do. Then you placed a finger on your lips, motioning me to be quiet; and we
both relaxed, leaning quietly against the doorframe, enjoying the unexpected
entertainment.
Both Heather and her companion (who was unknown to us) were fully clothed, but
the young man was trying to correct the situation. He slipped his hand inside
her blouse, which was already half unbuttoned; she moaned softly, but slowly,
reluctantly, pulled his hand away. He slowly reached in again, undoing one
more button; even more slowly, she removed his hand again. Like a stuck
record, the identical motions were repeated over and over.
It was not difficult to understand the young man's fascination with what was
under Heather's blouse. When she had arrived, it was obvious that she was not
wearing a bra; her large, firm breasts stood out proudly from her magnificent
17-year-old body. I suppose I stared, but she didn't seem to mind. As we
walked out to the car, you laughingly told me that I could stop drooling. And
now, as if in a projection of my fantasy, those luscious young tits were being
stroked and fondled.
Suddenly, the boy seemed to tire of the game, and sat up on the couch in a
huff, still looking away from us. Heather, suddenly concerned, pressed up
against him, her breasts nearly overflowing her blouse, now almost fully open.
At first, he would not be consoled; then he relented, and began to kiss her.
How long would it be before he tried again, I wondered, but the youth had
decided to try a different tactic; as he held her with one arm, he began to
unsnap and unzip his jeans with his free hand. With remarkable dexterity, and
without relinquishing the kiss, he opened his fly and pulled his jeans down
just a little.
Just a little -- but enough. The sexual teasing that he had been subjected to
had give him an enormous erection, which sprung free with such force and
suddenness that we both had to stifle giggles. Still without breaking the
kiss, he took Heather's hand and wrapped it softly around his cock. After a
few moments, she withdrew her hand; then, she slowly broke the kiss and gazed
down, dreamlike, at his erection. Slowly, on her own, she reached for it,
stroked it lovingly, caressed its length with hypnotic fascination.
Heather's friend moaned softly; and slowly, gently, but inexorably, began to
push her head toward his lap. We exchanged amused, excited glances; it was
obvious what he wanted. We nearly gasped out loud as Heather began to lovingly
kiss the side of kiss cock, as he moaned in sudden pleasure. She began to lick
the length of his cock with long strokes, obviously aware of -- and enjoying
-- the effect she was having on her partner. Her red tongue danced slowly up
and down his swollen prick, teasing him, unleashing his passion. Suddenly,
boldly, she encircled the head of his cock with her moist, full lips. The
magnitude of the unexpected pleasure seemed to be too much for her friend to
bear; holding her head down on him, he thrust wildly with his hips, driving
his shaft deep into her mouth. Not surprisingly, she gagged. Unfortunately, we
gasped. Out loud. And this time, they heard us.
Instantly, pandemonium reigned. Our living room, calm
and sedate only an moment earlier, was transformed into a three-ring circus in
the blink of an eye. The boy, a bright shade of crimson, was grabbing at his
pants, trying to stuff his wilting hard-on back in, running for the door at
the same time, stumbling and tripping as he run, cursing. Heather, shrieking,
was covering her face with her hands; then, still screaming unintelligibly,
she began to dash around the room aimlessly.
I guess we didn't know exactly how to react. On the one hand, we were trying
to reassure them both, to tell them that everything was OK. But we were both
trying with only moderate success to stifle our laughter, not wanting them to
feel any more humiliated than they obviously were.
But we were too surprised to take any control of the situation; and, an
instant later, the boy had stumbled out the door, and Heather was on her knees
in front of me, actually sobbing and begging. "PLEASE don't tell my mother,"
she said frantically. "Oh God, and don't tell my father he'd KILL me I won't
do it again I didn't mean it please, PLEASE don't tell anybody, I'll do
ANYTHING, just don't tell them. I'll do ANYTHING!"
With obvious effort, she stopped sobbing, and began to regain a glimmer of her
composure. Hesitantly, she raised her face and looked up at me. I was standing
there with my mouth open, caught in mid-thought. I was trying to say, don't be
ridiculous, of COURSE we're not going to tell anybody, now calm down, and for
God's sake get up off the floor, you have nothing to apologise for ... but
that's when I realized that she had said "I'll do ANYTHING!"
Anything?, I thought. Hmmm.... As if she was reading my mind, she repeated,
more softly. "Please, don't tell. They'll KILL me. Please. I'll do ANYTHING.
Please." Her eyes glistened with drying tears as she looked up at me
pleadingly. Getting no reaction from me, she turned her head to look at you;
but your eyes were locked with mine, as we both weighed the exciting
possibilities.
As she gazed hopefully at you, she must have been surprised to hear the sound
of my zipper being quickly lowered. As if in disbelief, she turned her head
slowly back towards me; then gasped when she saw my cock hanging just inches
from her face.
"Well," I said, "for a start, you could suck me off." Her eyes, wide in
astonishment, never left my semi-erect and rapidly-growing prick. "It looked
to me like you were beginning to enjoy yourself with your friend, and I'd be
happy to continue your lessons!"
For a long moment, I couldn't tell what she was going to do; then, as if in a
dream, she leaned forward and circled the head of my cock with her luscious
young lips. From behind her, I was dimly aware that you gasped as my prick
slid into her mouth. She began to suck on my shaft, gingerly, tentatively.
You kneeled down behind her, hands around her waist, and put your face next to
hers. "He likes for you to lick it, not just to suck it," you informed her; to
demonstrate, you gently licked the point where her lips clasped my cock. I
could hear, or maybe feel, Heather as she moaned softly.
"Now," you said, like a patient instructor, "lick the underside of his cock.
Right down the ridge. All the way to his balls." An apt pupil, Heather
followed your instructions with increasing eagerness. As she reached my balls,
you gently lifted them, caressing them in your hand. "Now lick under his
balls, and between his balls and his legs. See how far you can get your tongue
back towards his asshole."
>From my viewpoint, as I watched Heather lick and suck me, I could see most of
her tits, barely covered by her mostly-opened blouse. I saw you grin as you
followed my gaze; obligingly, you reached over and completed the uncovering.
Released from their bondage, Heather's tits were large and ripe, thrusting up,
nipples hard with excitement, bouncing and swaying erotically as she moved.
You cupped one breast in each hand, kneading her firm flesh, teasing her
enlarged nipples.
Then, suddenly, you slid down, clamped your mouth over one exquisite nipple,
and began to suck. Heather stopped her oral exploration of my genitals and
gasped in astonishment, mouth wide open. Of course, I was unable to resist
such an obvious invitation, and reinserted my cock into her waiting mouth.
After barely a moment's hesitation, she began to suck my cock, moving her head
back and forth in a quickening pace. In seconds, I knew was about to explode.
"That's so beautiful," you said. "God I love to watch you fuck her mouth.
You're about to cum, aren't you," you added knowingly. "Now listen, Heather,"
you implored, "try to swallow all of his cum. See if you can suck him dry.
Drive him crazy."
She was, of course, already driving me crazy. I grabbed her head and added my
urgency to her rhythm, sticking my cock deep into her mouth, fucking her mouth
as if it were a warm, wet pussy. And then I exploded, streaming what felt like
gallons of hot cum into her mouth.
Despite your admonitions, Heather couldn't handle it all. She tried -- I saw
her gulp down at least one mouthful -- but she was too inexperienced to keep
up with my insistent spurts. Finally she backed up and released my throbbing
cock; the last few spurts of my cum shot onto her upturned face.
I could see that she still had a mouthful of cum, and you were quick to notice
it too. "I've gotta have some of that," you said eagerly, and licked the
traces of cum from her face. Still Heather's mouth remained full; cum
continued to slowly ooze out of the corners of her mouth. Finally, you put
your mouth on hers; and, with your tongue, forced her lips apart to share my
cum with her. I could see both of you swallow the remains of my cum; and long
after it was all gone, your tongues still explored each other.
The sight of you two beautiful women -- one fully developed and experienced,
one young and naive -- kissing each other passionately was incredibly exciting
to me. Even though I had just barely finished cuming, I could feel my cock
slowly begin to harden in response to the visual feast.
"Jesus, I'm unbelievably wet," you announced; and, to demonstrate, you stood
up and removed your skirt and panties. "Look," you said, spreading your pussy
lips wide, and inserting one finger deep inside. Heather, dazed, obediently
watched. "Now, it's my turn. Eat me," you demanded of her. "Lick my pussy. I
want to feel your warm tongue deep inside my cunt. Suck my clit. I want you to
make me cum too."
Transfixed, Heather leaned towards you, her head between your legs. I could
see her tongue darting between your fingers as you held your pussy open for
her and showed her where to lick and suck.
"Lie down on your back," you ordered breathlessly, and just about flung
Heather around before she had time to respond. Straddling her face, you
lowered you pussy to her mouth, grinding into her with increasing speed and
urgency. "Oh God," you kept saying, "that's wonderful. Eat my fucking cunt. My
God, I'm going to cum!" And with a short scream, you did. The incredible turn-
on of watching two women making it right before my eyes -- possibly the most
arousing sight in the world -- had caused my prick to become almost entirely
stiff once again.
After just a few seconds, you seemed to have recovered some of your composure,
and were eager to continue. You scooted back a foot or so, leaving Heather's
upturned face staring up dreamily, your pussy juices smeared on her face.
"Take off her jeans," you suggested; and, as Heather wiggled her ass
helpfully, I complied. I pressed my hand to the center of her panties; as I
felt the wetness, Heather moaned softly.
Quickly, I completed undressing her, and spread her legs with her knees bent.
The thin line of her young pussy gleamed with moisture; I ran my finger over
it lightly, as Heather tensed and moaned. I lowered my head, and began to lick
near the tops of her legs. "Oh my God," Heather said softly, "that feels so
fucking good!" I paused, momentarily surprised to hear her speak. "Don't
stop," she begged eagerly. "PLEASE don't stop!"
Before I could oblige, you offered Heather some timely advice. "Be more
specific," you suggested. "Tell him EXACTLY what you want him to do."
Catching on quickly, Heather didn't seem to need much urging. "Eat me," she
nearly shouted. "Make me cum. Please -- I want to cum SO BAD! Eat my pussy.
Lick my cunt -- all over. Suck my fucking cunt. Make me CUM!" With ever-
increasing excitement, I eagerly obliged. I slipped my hands under her butt,
squeezing her ass tightly, and began to explore her wet pussy with my tongue.
I licked and sucked all over her cunt, and teased her clit as she moaned and
writhed. In a surprisingly short time, she shrieked and shuddered in a violent
climax.
Noticing my now fully-erect cock, you had a recommendation. "Fuck her," you
suggested. "I'll bet that young, tight cunt will drive you crazy."
"Oh yes," Heather added, semi-deleriously. "Please fuck me! I want to feel you
inside me. I want to feel your cock deep inside my cunt. Please! Fuck my
pussy. I'm so wet. I'm so READY!" As if to demonstrate, she reached down to
her sopping-wet pussy, and easily inserted two fingers as far as they would
go. I spread myself over her, filling my mouth with an ample breast, teasing
her cunt lips with the head of my cock. "Stick it IN, stick it IN," she urged.
Slowly, I slid my cock into her pussy. It was one of the most incredible
feelings that I've ever had -- her cunt was so fresh and tight that it felt
like a velvet glove, caressing me, squeezing me, lustfully pulling me ever
deeper. Again I knew that I was going to cum quickly; and, sure enough, after
a few minutes of ecstasy I unloaded into her snatch. Spent, I rolled off her.
"What kind of gentleman are you, anyway," you demanded mischievously. "You
left the poor girl unfulfilled! Well," you added, "I'd be less than the
perfect hostess if I didn't make amends!" You repositioned yourself over her
face, and this time she eagerly grabbed you and started licking and sucking
your pussy. With a moan, you stretched out over her and began to reciprocate.
I swung around for a closer look at one of my favorite activities, and watched
as your tongue and lips explored Heather's cunt. Just as earlier it had her
mouth, my cum overflowed her pussy; you eagerly lapped it up, and rubbed your
face in the mixture of her juices and my cum.
Incredibly, the magnificent sight of two beautiful women eating each other's
pussies began to make my cock hard yet once more; and by the time you both
came, I was stiff as a board. I jumped you as you rolled off Heather,
inserting the length of my cock quickly into your tender pussy. Both semi-
exhausted, we began to fuck slowly, savoring every stroke with intense
pleasure. Soon, I began to feel Heather's mouth between my legs, licking and
sucking my balls, trying to lick my cock as it plunged in and out of your
cunt. Just as I could feel that we were both about to cum together, I felt
Heather's tongue circling the rim of my asshole. And just as she spread my ass
and squirmed her tongue deep into my asshole, we both came.
After dinner the clamor for a seance renewed, and of course in the
lips? Or merely lamplight . . .
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End of "Electronic Erotica", volume 1, number 7.
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