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Electronic Erotica II
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.
"Electronic Erotica", volume 1, number 2.
Date: 17 Feb 89 06:22:12 GMT
CONTENTS:
A Letter from the Editor
A Man's Fantasy About Two Women
Happy Valentine's Day!
The Meeting (part 2)
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A LETTER FROM THE EDITOR
This is only the second issue of eEros, and already I've put one out late.
I intended to get this issue out in time for Valentine's Day, but other
commitments precluded that. This issue includes a story which I received,
but didn't respond to soon enough, so it was posted to alt.sex, but in
order to increase its chances of being saved, I'm still including it in
this issue as I initially planned.
A note about the eEros "mailing list". THERE IS NO SUCH THING! Sorry,
but I've more than enough to handle just collecting material for an issue
and posting it to alt.sex. I simply don't have the time to maintain a
mailing list as well. For those of you who's requested that I add you
to this list, please consider this a response.
To my one heckler so far... I wish you had submitted your "parody" directly
to eEros. I would have published it. I have a sense of humor :-)
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A Man's Fantasy About Two Women
by Mark O. Zorro
I have been thinking much about Dianne lately. You see, she is a very
beautiful single woman, very open sexually, and very caring for others
(it is difficult for a man, and some women, to resist such a
combination). I met her several months ago - of all places - in the
waiting room of my dentist, where she shared with me her business
(which is of no relevance to this story). My wife, Kristin, and I
decided a few weeks later to join her business venture, and because of
this association we have since developed a very close friendship with
Dianne.
Kristin apparently has also of late been thinking a lot about Dianne.
The signs are obvious - daily phone calls, visits to her apartment, her
name being brought up in our conversation, etc. Last week, Dianne and
Kristin went backpacking by themselves to the local wilderness area
while I kept our two kids at home (it is important for my wife, a
financial planner, to get away from the daily grind and enjoy her
friends apart from me)....
Last Friday, Dianne called me up and wanted me to meet her for lunch at
our favorite restaurant. After a light lunch with some equally light
but strangely forced conversation, Dianne looked into my eyes with a
look that I've never seen before, a look of fear combined with a look
of desire, and asked, "Mark, it is difficult for me to say this, but I
have fallen in love with both you and Kristin." I didn't know how to
respond to this. On the one hand, my sexual desire for her was burning
bright, and I got excited about what was soon to transpire, yet her
simultaneous love for my wife confused, scared, and intrigued me. What
could I say? I looked at her for a moment, and without thinking I said
"Does Kristin know your feelings for her? As far as I know, Kristin is
straight, and has never in our relationship stated anything to the
contrary. All I know is that my desire for you is very strong, and that
I have wanted for several weeks to make love to you." "I know about
your feelings for me," Dianne replied, "I could see it in your actions,
in your words, and in your eyes. And my feelings for you are just as
strong. Kristin knows about my love for her and for you, and she is in
love with me as she is in love with you. It was during our backpacking
trip that we expressed our love for one another." I didn't know what to
think, I was really confused by my feelings. "But why are you telling
me this? What do you want from me if you and Kristin are lovers?", I
asked.
Dianne replied, "Kristin wanted me to tell you these things if I felt
from our conversation that it would not damage your marriage
relationship - she wants me to tell you that she still loves you
deeply. She has known for awhile that you were infatuated with me.
You know, women can see these things. I desire you so much and I want
to make love to you. Let's go back to my apartment and there we can
enjoy one another and talk more about this crazy situation."
Making love to Dianne that afternoon was heavenly. Her body, though
short, was well proportioned, more like a 21 year old rather than her
real age of 35. Her breasts were not large, and not small, but were of
the right size, firm and did not sag one bit - taking her brassiere
off, which was a low-cut front snap design, was an experience I'll
never forget. When I cupped her breasts in my smallish hands, I wished
that I could become her brassiere so I could cup her breasts all day.
And Dianne was sexually free, boy, was she free. She was even more
open about her sexuality than Kristin, and Kristin has always been a
tiger in bed.
What was even more surprising to me was that my sexual excitement was
greatest whenever I fantasized my wife Kristin making love to Dianne
while I was watching. In these fantasies, Kristin and Dianne totally
shared their bodies - there was no inhibition of any kind. The number
69 appeared often in my mind. And I imagined my throbbing, erect penis
being inside Dianne's vagina from the rear, while Kristin, my beautiful
wife, was in front massaging Dianne's clitoris and sucking on her
breasts, and that Dianne was massaging Kristin's swollen clitoris. And
I imagined that we all came to orgasm at the same time this way. What
a fantasy!
After one hour of sheer erotic sex (I have never made love to a woman
who could have several strong orgasms in a row like Dianne could), we
lay together exhausted. I asked Dianne, "When did you and Kristin
first make love?" She said, "During our backpacking trip. It was cold,
and we were close to each other in our sleeping bags. And we just
talked, and slowly we got closer, more intimate, touched each other
more, and finally we were making love. Kristin said to me afterwards
that that was the first time she ever had sex with a woman. She never
consciously realized before that she was bisexual, although she said
that she recalled having strong feelings for other women before. Her
greatest fear was that you would reject her for being bisexual and for
making love to me."
I said, "If she made love to a man, I would have been jealous and a
little angry - I'm sounding a little hypocritical here - but the
thought of her making love to another woman, especially you, excites
me, and I don't know why. Maybe most men would be turned off and very
angry if they were faced with this situation, but I'm not. I really
would like to watch you and Kristin make love and I want to share in
your lovemaking, for I want Kristin to be happy and I know that you and
I can sexually fulfill her in ways that I cannot alone." Dianne smiled,
hugged me, gave me a dreamy kiss, and said "I would like that. I love
you. And tell Kristin when you see her that I love her, too."
When I came home in the evening, it was, suffice to say, a very unusual
conversation. I told Kristin that I was with Dianne that afternoon,
that we made love, that I knew about Kristin's love affair with Dianne,
that I am not angry or jealous, that I loved both of you, and that I
would like all three of us to make love to one another. Kristin was
quite taken aback by what I said, but she quickly recovered with a look
of anticipation and desire that I have never seen in her before.
Kristin then said, "Let's send the kids to my mother's for the weekend,
I'll think of a good excuse, and invite Dianne to stay with us." I
agreed to this, we called Dianne, she readily agreed and we were all
excited. Needless to say Kristin and I made passionate love that
evening and we later talked very openly about the different ways we
could make love together with Dianne.
...Watching two passionate women, who love each other, mutually gratify
their sexual desires is something that every man should see - and I'm
not talking about those loveless scenes one sees in most X-rated films.
Men can learn an awful lot about how to please a woman sexually by
watching how a woman does it to another woman. After all, who knows
more about a woman than another woman?...
Kristin and Dianne were obviously very much in love with each other.
You could feel the passionate heat they generated even before they
touched each other. They made me sit in a chair while I watched them in
bed. They each wore a negligee, and I could see the outlines of their
breasts and of their black triangle of hair where female sexuality
resides. They obviously loved the way they were dressed, since they
looked at each other just as I was looking at them. They started with
slow kisses, which became more passionate as time went on - it seemed
like an eternity. Their hands, which started out being fixed on each
others back, became more and more mobile. There was no part of their
bodies that their hands did not touch. Kristin, my beautiful wife, was
gasping at every caress given by Dianne. Dianne, being very turned on
by now, loosened Kristin's negligee and took it off, gloriously
revealing Kristin's body to both of us. "Your breasts are so
beautiful," Dianne said, "please let me kiss them." Kristin pulled
Dianne's head to her breasts and moaned "more" as Dianne eagerly yet
tenderly licked them.
Dianne then broke the kisses, got on her back, and told Kristin, who
was sitting upright on her knees, to move forward until her vulva was
near Dianne's mouth, as she has done for me several times. Dianne
eagerly thrust out her tongue to Kristin's moist clitoris, and licked
and kissed and sucked it in a way I've never done for Kristin before.
You could see Kristin's body slowly swaying, like a pendulum, which
started to speed up as Dianne speeded up her tongue motion. Then, in a
frantic way that I have never heard Kristin say, she said, "Please...
more." At that moment, Dianne inserted one finger into Kristin's vagina
and another finger from the other hand into her anus and began to
earnestly and rhythmically bring her down the home stretch with her
tongue and lips and fingers. Kristin exploded into a orgasm that I
have never seen in any woman before, even Dianne on Friday. She gasped
and fell limp on the bed, exhausted, and content. I was in awe.
As Dianne was slowly caressing Kristin during her short time of
recovery, my passion arose to a height I've never felt before. I
walked over to the bed, took my clothes off (so I could relieve the
pressure of my super-erect penis) and got on the bed next to Dianne and
started to kiss her. I helped Dianne take off her negligee, revealing
her beautiful breasts with very hard and erect nipples; I could feel
the animal heat emanate from her vagina, begging for satisfaction. She
then took hold of my very hard penis and began to rub it firmly, and
then went down on me and began to lick and suck it. I could feel the
moistness around her mouth, no doubt from Kristin's vaginal juices.
Dianne then completely inserted my penis into her mouth as far as it
could go and really began to suck. It was a beautiful experience. As
I approached an explosive orgasm, but before it was too late, she let
go of my penis, leaned back on the bed, with her beautiful breasts
pointing majestically upward, and begged Kristin to come down on her.
Kristin, whose passion was beginning to come back again, got on her
hands and knees and began to lick Dianne's clitoris with her tongue.
Kristin, being very flexible, had no trouble with this position.
Kristin's super-swollen vulva revealed itself to me in all its splendor
in this position, which I could not resist; I entered Kristin from the
rear, reached around her to massage her swollen and moist clitoris and
her erect nipples. When I did this, my wife began to moan, and
increased her tempo on Dianne. Dianne began to moan wildly, too, and
Kristin reached up to cup Dianne's breast and knead them vigorously.
For one minute this went on, and as I approached ejaculation, Kristin
sensed that, quickened the pace, and brought Dianne closer to ecstasy.
We all reached climax at about the same time. My orgasm was the most
intense I have ever experienced. I felt as if I filled Kristin up to
the brim.
This did not end here. Kristin continued her oral caress on Dianne's
clitoris in the most loving, tender, and yet vigorous manner, and from
this very delicious stimulus, Dianne had four more orgasms in the next
few minutes; each orgasm was more intense than the previous one. Her
last orgasm was so intense and obviously so pleasurable that Kristin
broke down and cried for Dianne in happiness. We all then fell into a
long and dreamy sleep, snuggling close together, to recharge for
another round several hours later (I'll spare you the details of our
subsequent lovemaking, except that it was even better).
Many would say that nothing good could ever result from a bisexual
menage a trois such as ours; however, Kristin's and my love for each
other was enhanced by this experience (which, by the way, never
happened again with Dianne, for reasons that will remain unsaid to the
outside world). I also learned how to become a better lover to
Kristin, since my teachers were two beautiful women who passionately
loved one another and understood one another in ways that men can never
fathom.
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Happy Valentine's Day!
It's valentine's day. You've arrived after having a rough day out
in the real world. You've brought me a long stem red rose and look
forward to a romantic evening. Cum into the bedroom. You'll find
the room bathed in soft candle light. I'm laying between the silky
sheets. As I see you, I rise to a sitting position, still wrapped in
the sheets. I pour you a glass of chilled champagne...I've already
had a glass and am, perhaps, a mite giggly. You take a few sips and
loosen your clothing as you sit on the bed. Then you notice the small
candy hearts I'm wearing on my cheeks. You laugh and take a longer
draught of champagne. I sip a little champagne...then tongue the
glass as I look wantonly at your body. "The hearts are just attached
with frosting...eat them", say I. You nibble at my cheeks while I
begin to remove some of your clothes. Then I push my hair back so
you can see the tiny cinnamon hearts on my ears. Ah, yes...I like the
way you're licking them off. Shivers run down my spine as you search
my neck with your tongue, but you do not find any there. Your hunger
is growing...you pull the sheet off my shoulders and reveal my
arching breasts....They are decorated with little spirals of frosting
leading to a heart at each tip. You take your time licking the frosting.
I'm squirming now trying to center my tit in your mouth...begging
you to nibble the heart off. Instead you back off and sip some more
champagne...the pause is excruciating...I want your attention again.
I deftly open your belt and zipper exposing a swollen lolipop...
I add a little frosting and begin to lick it off...I've got your
attention now. I slowly and lightly flick my tongue down your shaft,
I mouth, in turn, each of your delectable balls. You have fallen back
across the bed and I finish undressing you...still teasing your love
zone with my tongue...but never taking you into my mouth...even though
you beg. Now, I sip a bit of champagne.
You try to pull me back down, but I just smile wickedly and circle
my breasts with the glass. You are obliging and seem to enjoy your tasks
as you nibble each heart off my tits. Even though you have licked off
all the frosting you suck each tit till I tremble and moan. As I
arch my back in pleasure your tongue travels to the heart in my navel
and you eat that too....darting your tongue in and out of my navel
as I fall back on the bed, my bush exposed and arched towards you,
newly shaved into a heart for you. There is one last heart on my
clit...it says, simply, "eat me".
But you are thirsty and ask for more chanpagne instead. I grab
the bottle first and pour some out...into my bush and my slit...
It tickes me as it bubbles on my lips and I giggle. You bend down
and begin to suck out the drink and my giggles turn to moans of
pleasure. Your tongue is flicking lightly across my clit and I
feel myself soaring higher and higher till my body bursts in pleasure.
You take a sip of champagne and offer me the glass. I wet my tongue
as you lay back and I see your swollen want arched and waiting. I
dribble the rest of the champange over your groin and enjoy it mixed
with you musk and your precum juices. I am crouched between your open
legs looking occaasionally into your feverish eyes. I raise my tits
and capture your hardness between them. Your head juts out from my cleavage
as I rub my nipples against your balls and groin. My tongue flicks out to
taste your cock...My mouth gets closer to your cock with each flick of my
tongue. I am finally in position to take your succulent organ deep into
my mouth...tasting and feeling your excitement. I hear you groan as
I slide my tongue around your shaft and suck you deeper and deeper.
You are almost ready to cum when I kiss your tip and stop. I slide
up your body tonguing your navel and nipples. I give you a very wet
sloppy kiss and lower my cunt over your cock. I rise to a near sitting
position, back arched from the pleasure your fullness gives me. I can
feel your hard cock rubbing against my sensitive clit as I move up
and down on your shaft. Our eyes are feverish as we fuck together.
You squeeze my tits with your hands for a few moments but stop as
all your being concentrates on our shared pleasure as we climb together.
You feel my whole body trembling and, you release too, in three deep
thrusts. I fall upon your chest still feeling your warmth within
me. We continue to enjoy pleasing each other with small squeezes
and thrusts as our pleasure settles slowly over us. It is such
a complete and satisfying feeling, making love with you!
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THE MEETING (part 2)
It's the middle of the night and I wake up. The hum of my
watch on the bedstand grabs my attention.
"Holy shit... It's after 3 o'clock and I need to be half way
across town by 8. Jeez, I'm gonna look like a bum with those
wrinkled clothes... Got to get some fresh duds and a shower."
I notice the smell of you on my fingers. I put my hand to my nose
and briefly feel a minor swelling below my waist. The feeling passes
but not the smell.
"The cabbie is going to love me smelling like this. Hope he doesn't
try to take me home with him..."
I stand naked next to the bed, looking down on your sleeping form.
"How I wish I could stay with you today. I haven't
felt this way about a woman in years. The hurt from the past seems
gone, yet may be lurking right around the corner again. Oh, God, I
hurt so badly inside yesterday and now it's all gone...but for how
long?"
Walking around to your side of the bed, I fumble around on the floor
picking up the entire pile of clothes - yours and mine. As I stand
up - arms full - you stir and begin to open your eyes.
Sleepily, you ask "What time is it?"
"Three" I whisper.
"Do you have to leave?"
As I answer a sheepish "Guess so," you slowly roll to the side of the
bed near where I'm standing.
I want to stay, but the ancient pain of lost love begins to rear
its ugly head in my mind.
My back is turned slightly toward the bed side.
Your hand slowly snakes out of the sheet and rubs my ass gently. I
feel the welling in my loins again as you move your hand along the
crack of my ass and work it in to my balls. I spread my legs
slightly to give you better access.
"Turn around" you say.
There is nothing I can do...or say...my head heating up again.
You quickly pivot off the mattress and take my still somewhat soft
cock fully into your mouth. Sucking slowly, all the while running
the flat part of your tongue along the base, we both feel the blood
flow into it as it swiftly hardens under your expert touch. Slowly,
my cock reaches a point where it doesn't fit in your mouth anymore.
"Sit down" you mumble...
I sit on the edge of the bed as you kneel on the floor; never once
letting go of my throbbing cock. I drape my legs over your strong
shoulders and you slurp me up and down.
The feelings in my body coming much quicker than they did the night
before. You feel my hardness grow in your mouth. Quickly, you lick a
finger and roll it around my anus. I press downward on in and pull
the two halves of my butt apart to give you better access.
In no time, your index finger is buried up to the second knuckle as
you mouth and finger fuck me. The feelings, oh so strong now.
You can sense I'm near my end and you clamp down tightly with your
lips and lick furiously at the head of my cock. My mind begins to
explode as you tickle my balls with your one free hand. Shit, can it
ever stop!
I begin to lose control as I hear you moan for me to come inside of
you again. The first bit is on its way. A quick pulse and it's
yours; swiftly followed by larger and larger amounts. I can feel
your throat swallowing each drop as it makes its entrance. You
don't stop as you feverishly pump my cock for each bit of fluid.
I'm spent, finished....
You say "No, I can't let you go. We'll call room service for
some breakfast later, but I want to have you and love you all day
long. This has been a long time in the making and it may not roll
around again, so I want to make the best of it. You're such a good
guy, too; how come nobody's latched onto you yet?"
A look of past concerns comes over my face - but just for a moment.
I roll back into bed; this time it is you who towel me off and
snuggle up to my back. You reach around to my still damp cock and
softly hold it in your knowing hand.
"Good nite again..."
No response....I'm asleep again...
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My cloudy mind awakens to the smell of fresh coffee; the radio
"...she couldn't wait another day for, the captain of her heart..."
Gazing toward the window, I see the bright yellow rays of the sun
coming through the crack between the curtain halves. Big
stretch... Hmmm, she's not there. "Wonder what the heck time it is
now. Damn, I feel good." Then I notice a cup of still steaming
coffee on the bedstand. "Smart lady," I think; I know. "She knows
more about me than I think. Just enough cream...."
Two pillows quickly go up against the head board and I reach down
for the cup. Reaching down, I pull the sheet up just enough to cover
my relaxed and happy cock; the hair extending down from by stomach
still very much insight. "Man, all those painful days on the belly
machine were worth it!"
After a few sips, my eyes begin to see the full room. "OK sport,
where's your damn jacket. Gotta call in and tell 'em I'll be late."
I fumble through the inside breast pocket and pull out my
appointment book. "Yeah, here we go."
"Hi, I won't be able to make today's session...
Excuse me? Yeah, I'll be OK. Must have been something I ate last
night. Thanks...I should see you tomorrow." Click...baaaaaaaaaa.
"Same to you asshole..."
The bathroom door is slightly ajar and I hear the sound of the
shower; the steam filtering the light from the overhead fixture. I
quietly open up the door. "Morning...."
"Oh hi," you say.."Sleep well?"
"Don't you know it."
"Oh, I know it. I know it all too well."
"Gotta tooth brush I can use?"
"It's on the counter top with my other things."
"Thanks!"
"Any time."
I begin brushing my teeth and think of you; naked, wet, soap
dripping down your body in waves. I begin to stir again.
"Whuhsdf kjsdakwe asdfjkl"
"I can't understand a word you're saying. Why don't you finish
getting rid of your morning-mouth first, OK?"
"Shursssdfaf"
I turn away from the sink and slowly walk to the tub; the tension
building as I approach the shower curtain. I slowly pull it back and
find you leaning up against the far wall. Your body is just as I
imagined; soapy, dripping, beautiful. The look on your face is one
of want then I notice your hands; one hand holding open your dark
pink pussy; the index finger of the other slowly rubbing your
clit; slowly, surely, knowingly.
Breathing heavily, you say "Oh God, I thought you'd never
finish brushing your damn teeth." Another deep breath. "Please...
come.....in.....here....with me......" Your tongue is feverish as it
licks at the outside of your lips. I quickly temper it with mine in
a long, deep passionate kiss.
There is little time to waste as I see your eyes; glazed and caught
up in your own passion. I bend my knees slightly and quickly and
easily enter you from the front. Your hands don't move as I begin to
move deeply into your body; the angle between our bodies allows you
easy access to those areas you know oh so well.
I bend my shoulders toward you to kiss you again. One hand leaves
your crotch and snakes itself around my neck; I can't pull away from
your mouth; I don't want to! The other hand is still occupied with
its own bodily pleasure.
As with the night before, I feel your pussy tighten around my cock
as I pull and push its full length into your hot dripping cunt.
The water flowing over us; between us; adds to intense sensations
our bodies are sharing.
"I don't want this to ever stop. I want you. I love you."
"Babe, shutup and kiss me. Do you like having me inside of you?"
A slight "yes" escapes from you, mingled with a hard breath of air.
Your right hand is moving swiftly across the hard button between
your legs. I reach down and clamp my lips around an erect nipple and
begin sucking and nibbling it. As I make contact with it, I feel
another spasm in your pussy as you moan. Your hips move out and up
allowing, inviting, demanding me deeper into you.
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It feels good, the fresh woken feeling, the clean body, the
all-over attention. It had been tense, waking up and leaving you
to go to the shower. I was certain that you would sneak out
without saying goodbye, perhaps ashamed of our night and afraid to
face me. I hoped you would come into the bathroom, getting worked
up over the thought as I showered pensively. It takes me a long
time to wake up in the morning, first I stretched, then I looked
at the sunny ceiling for a long while, then I turned on my side
and rubbed your long back as you slept. Now, with the soap
running down me, I could barely keep my hands off myself thinking
of you stepping into the shower... mmmm... and now here you are,
hard against me, inside me, and it feels sooooo very nice, not
just making love to you again, but knowing I did allright, that
you stayed, that you wanted me again.
Normally, I won't touch myself in front of anyone else, but I
wanted so badly to turn you on, and I knew if anything would get
you in that shower, that would... my eyes focus on your face. You
are adorable with wet hair, and suddenly that thought is banished
from my mind and I feel you thrust inside me. I quicken my
fingers and grip your back; I want us to come at the same time
again, I have to hurry... You kiss me at the base of the neck,
and as your lips touch my skin, hot shivers run up my spine. You
press me hard against the shower wall, my head under the spray of
the showerhead closes my eyes. All I can feel is you, hard inside
of me, and my own hand half pressed against you, half teasing my
clit. I can feel myself rising to that peak, inexorably I begin
the climb, and I gasp as I feel your cock, my hand, the shower,
the light, all of it begin to blend into one blinding ...
sensation. It hits, better than fireworks, stronger than
whiplash, and all I can feel is your strong hands gripping my
waist to keep me steady. I don't recall what I said, but your
smile when I open my eyes tells me I was not silent.
But you are still inside me, not relaxed, you have not come yet.
I remember now this unutterably pleasant feeling; I am not quite
satisfied, there is you yet to deal with, and it feels good to set
my attention on you and how you feel to me. I begin to kiss you,
hard on the mouth, on your cheek, chin, an eyelid. You slow to
let me regain my bearings; I pull you roughly to me, forcing your
cock deep inside me and you breathe sharply. My cunt is still
throbbing from the memory of my orgasm and it feels very very good
when the muscles grip at you and I feel you grow rigid with
tension. Soon we are fucking hard; I hold my breath when I hear
you moan and you press into me one final time as you begin to
come. The thrusts then are slower, more deliberate, as I know you
are losing yourself in the same feeling you gave me just moments
earlier...
Slowly, you stop, and I kiss you tenderly. The shower, long
forgotten, still soaks our heads, and I can feel your pulse inside
me, still a little strong, a little fast. I kiss the tip of your
nose. You start to laugh, and I give you a hug. The water begins
to wash us clean, and you slowly draw us apart. We shower each
other, taking care to handle those parts of us which hadn't yet
been touched, few as they were.
"I suppose you have to be getting back to your conference," I say,
trying not to sound disappointed.
"Well, I guess. Unless you'd like to spend the day with me. I
can't very well show my face; they think I have food poisoning."
You wink.
As I turn off the shower and reach for the towel, I think about
what to do with our day. Go out? Or stay in? Hmmm...
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"Electronic Erotica", volume 1, number 3.
Date: 11 Mar 89 21:50:16 GMT
CONTENTS:
A Letter from the Editor
Forty
A Ride In A Cab
While You Were Out
Radio Intern
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A LETTER FROM THE EDITOR
With this issue we mourn the loss of David Mack as editor of "Perverts
and Weirdos Digest", and possibly the end of the digest itself as a
result. With his final issue, Dave directed his readers to "Electronic
Erotica" as a similar publication. I am honored by his recommendation.
I have seen many questions recently relating to status of eEros in light
of P&W's demise and have received a flood of new requests to be added
to the non-existent mailing list. I have kept all of the mailing list
requests, though I haven't had time to respond to them individually.
I am now looking into the possibility of setting up the much-desired
mailing list, but I'll make no promises until I have more information.
For now, I'm planning to mail THIS ISSUE ONLY to each of the people
who have requested sample copies, mailing list addition, general
information, etc., since I suspect that at least some of the requests
are from people who don't receive the alt.sex newsgroup. As for
back issues, David Caplinger has graciously provided an archival site
for anonymous ftp, as explained in this message:
> From: [email protected] (David Blaine Caplinger)
> Subject: Eros back issues available for anon ftp
> Message-ID: <[email protected]>
> Date: 20 Feb 89 20:22:13 GMT
>
> For those of you who may have missed either or both of the issues
> of Eros posted thus far, I have made them available for anonymous FTP
> on host unocss.unl.edu (129.93.1.11) in pub/eros.
>
> I will also try to keep adding new issues.
The content of eEros will continue to be mostly erotic stories, though
I will try to allow more of the esoteric material that would have been
forwarded to P&W previously. If a new editor arises for P&W, it will
be business as usual. Even if P&W does not continue, I don't want to
carry letters from people responding to articles and such, as P&W has
carried in the past. I'd still like to keep the content of eEros more
focused around erotic fiction.
Enjoy...
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FORTY
Forty.
The number had been popping into Leslie's mind regularly for the last two
weeks or so. She kept telling herself that she was making too much of it that
it was a stupid symbol, the same way her thirtieth birthday had been a symbol
a decade ago. There were times when she cursed Cosmopolitan, Vogue and the
other constant reminders that the media was interested in you only if you
looked like Brooke Sheilds - the cult of the teenager.
After all, she had nothing to be ashamed of. She had a good career as a
professional photographer, respected among her peers and material comfort to
boot. Good friends, a good head, accomplished in most of the things that
people seek in life.
Even in the terms of the youth cult she was doing well. She regularly was
mistaken as being at least five years younger than she was, her body was
strong, strong enough to allow her to enter and finish the New York Marathon
for the last two years. A terror on the tennis court.
Yet the divorce two years before still left its scars. The marriage had
started at a young age for both but by the time the kids left for college they
both had begun to wonder if the children were the only thing that was keeping
them together. When they both found themselves answering 'yes' to that
question, that was it.
There had been other men, of course, both friends and lovers since the
marriage's demise, and she often wondered whether she should worry too much
about her living alone.
It's all a reminder of mortality, she thought, and that was best left out of
mind lest days and nights be spent worrying about something you have no
control over.
The successful intellectual exercise did not serve to entirely rest her fears
and she had second thoughts when Amy and Susan invited her out to a birthday
dinner. But it would be rude and inconsiderate to refuse two good friends.
September was kind to New Haven. To the North, cool mornings and evenings were
already beginning to change the color of leaves from the greens of summer
growth to the hues of autumn's transition. The particular evening was still
warm, with a humid breeze blowing from the distant Sound as the three walked
the streets near Yale's gothic structures and turned into the "Fisherman's
Pub" - a strange name once one considered the fact that New Haven is not on
the water.
A few drinks later her tensions had eased, helped by Amy's constant teasing.
She was the sort of friend who knew you well enough to detect what was eating
at you and then would tease you about it until you, too, saw the absurdity in
the panic you had developed.
The talk went from business, to local politics and eventually to men. Amy was
staring at two men seated a couple of tables away and when Susan saw where her
gaze was aimed, she looked through her haze of three Tequila Sunrises and made
a suggestive remark about conducting an experiment to find out how many
different ways two tongues could.... well...you can figure out the rest.
Leslie saw the stark contrast in the two men in the quiet bar. Both looked to
be in their early or mid twenties, perhaps graduate Yalies. But one was black
and heavily built, tall and dressed for success. The other was under six feet,
softer, blond with a beard, jeans and a flannel shirt. Urban modernity and a
flashback to the sixties. She wouldn't mind Susan's experiment herself, she
thought, and then her mind drifted to Roger, her current squeeze, away at a
conference for another week. When he returned she'd have to have her womanly
urges tended to.
The laughter continued until midnight but by that time the tensions built up
during the usual Friday rush earlier that day were taking their toll and the
three friends packed up for home after a semi-drunken rendition of "Happy
Birthday" and then an even more drunken attempt at the Beatles' "When I'm
Sixty-four".
Leslie was convinced that one of the nice things about her life was that she
no longer had to commute very much. Some of her jobs were in New York, it
being The Hub of the Universe for many, but she was able to call New Haven
home base for the most part and there was something nice about leaving work at
5 PM and being home at 5:15. Or in this case, leaving a bar somewhat stewed
and being able to walk, OK, stumble, home.
They kissed goodnight and Susan gave her a funny wink as they parted.
The steps were slightly more of a task than they would have been without the
alcohol but she was soon on her landing and into the apartment.
Another nice thing about New Haven is that although the rents were not cheap,
the lodgings were not sleazy either. Victorian splendor might cost $600/month,
but in New York that would only get you a studio apartment and maybe a
slingshot to fight the rats off with.
The phone rang. Susan, giggling.
"Jeez, Leslie, we forgot to tell you. We got you a suprise birthday present to
help you deal with turning forty. It's being delivered. Have fun, kiddo."
Click.
Crazy lady, she thought. The morning will tell.
Then the downstairs buzzer sounded. This is getting pretty intense for Friday
midnight she thought. She pushed the wall button and asked, "Who is it?".
"Delivery for Leslie Burrows", came the reply. If Susan had not just called
there is no way I would open the door to a male voice, she thought. But she
pushed the release buzzer and heard footsteps ascend the stairs.
Opening the door she found to her suprise the two men who the trio had been
eyeing at the bar. This made no sense and the continuing haze spawned by the
alcohol made things no clearer.
"Who are you two, what's going on?", she slurred. The two men were giggling,
obvious for the same reason her reactions were slowed.
"People tend to have a problem with this part", said the black man.
"We're your birthday present from your friends", continued the blonde. He
produced a large card from his pocket which he offered to her. She opened the
fine weave but plain card and read, in Amy's unmistakeable calligraphy:
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LESLIE!
The bearers of this card are "professionals" who are under
contract (don't you just love that phrase in this context?) until
you can't take it anymore. Don't worry love, one of them is Sue's
cousin who made this startling confession about where his money
comes from during their last family reunion.
Enjoy kiddo! Like begins at Forty!
Don't be afraid to do anything we wouldn't.
Love (signed)
Amy and Susan
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A RIDE IN A CAB
The cab driver tried to keep his eyes away from the rear view mirror, but the
woman's moaning made it difficult for him. He found himself looking back and
tilting the mirror down to get a better look.
Bob had told the cabbie to drive slowly so they wouldn't make the traffic
lights on Sixth Avenue as the cab headed North.
His tongue moved slowly up and down Barbara's juicy cunt. She had wrapped her
legs tightly around his head and the pressure on his ears had made his cock
swell up even larger.
Now Bob moved lower with his tongue, licking the skin below her cunt. He
licked the tip of her asshole. Now he was moving his tongue into her hot
tight hole. Spreading her ass cheeks with his fingers. Barbara gasped and
tightened her legs around his head. She reached down and pulled his head
closer to her forcing his tongue deeper into her.
He moved around into a sixty-nine position. Barbara wasn't aware that Bob's
cock was touching the side of her cheek. He moved it even closer as she
gasped for air. And then instinctively she took the cock into her mouth.
Deeply. Rather than move up and down on his cock, she just sucked it like a
vacuum cleaner. She was coming.
He knew it wouldn't take him long to come. He pulled away from her and turned
her over onto her stomach. He lifted her skirt higher and moved behind her
and pressed his swollen dick into the cheeks of her lovely ass.
She knew what he wanted. Her ass was ready-- well-lubricated from his tongue.
"Easy," she said as he slowly moved closer to her. His cock hurt as it found
the hole and slowly entered. He paused, knowing she would involuntarily
relax if he didn't force her hole to open. Slowly Bob entered her tight
tunnel.
"Oh my God!" she moaned as she felt the sensation. She moaned louder. And
her body started moving backward to take him deeper.
"Oh yes. Come in my ass," she whispered.
He knew he couldn't hold back much longer as his cock seemed to swell even
larger. He began to pound into her. Pound and pound. He was becoming short
of breath. He felt as if they were suddenly moving in slow motion, and he knew
it was time. He felt his cock swell once more and then he felt the great
release as he came in her.
"Oh, yes, yes" she sobbed as she too exploded with orgasm.
He was still lying on top of her, feeling her warm and soft ass cheeks against
his cock when he heard the cab driver turn off the car engine.
The cabbie opened his door, slipped out of the car and opened the back door.
He bent down and looking directly at Barbara said, "Are you ready for some
more?"
Bob couldn't see her face, but heard her say, "Oh yes."
She lifted her knees and pushed Bob back. The cabbie had unzipped his pants
and taken out his cock. He saw Barbara move towards the cabbie and take his
cock into her mouth.
"Move over, buddy" the cabbie said, closing the car door behind him as he
pushed Barbara closer to Bob.
"If you're ready, be my guest" Bob said as he watched the cab driver pound his
dick into Barbara's mouth.
He reached around and pulled Barbara's sweater up and grabbed her bare
breasts. His cock swelled as he pulled her towards him. He moved his hands
down to her waist. Barbara's mouth still engulfed the cab driver's dick as Bob
sat her ass down on his cock and filled her cunt. The cabbie now was
massaging her tits and she was moaning again.
For several minutes Bob pounded away with no fear of coming. Barbara was
giving the cabbie what had to be the best blowjob of his life.
Bob heard the cabbie's breathing become quicker. He knew the cabbie was
coming in Barbara's mouth. She was taking it all, not missing a drop. When
the cabbie finished Barbara kept sucking him until he got big again. Then she
released him and started whispering to Bob, "Finish me too. Fuck me hard,
now. Make me come again."
He spread her legs on the seat even further as she sat on him and he knew he
was very deep inside her. Then he started bouncing and pounding into her
until she gasped, "Yes," and he knew she was coming again.
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CONTACT: sadie
WHILE YOU WERE OUT
I was feeling pretty frumpy this morning and decided to perk myself up
with a perm. I took a warm sudsy shower and dried myself all over...
feeling better already. Then I opened the bottle of home perm. It
happened. Something in that bottle blended in with my chemistry
producing a slow burn throughout my entire body. As my towel fell
off my shoulders my nipples exposed themselves erect and pink. A shudder
ran up my spine as the towel brushed past these tender buds. I had
to caress them and feel their firmness...and I was shocked as I watched
my wanton behavior in the mirror. This was not me...I never had touched
myself like this before...and my eyes were glazed. It must be something
in that bottle I opened! I knew I should stop. I pulled the towel
back up and wrapped it tightly denying the sensations I felt.
I was not going to give in to my desires...you have taught me the
wonders of your fingers and tongue...and I have promised not to
let any one touch my body this way...but darling...does this
include me too???
I applied the solution to my hair and quickly combed it thru.
As I wrapped each tress of hair in a rod I watched in the mirror.
The towel, I knew, was slipping again. My hands began to roam in the
curves of my sensitive neck...still I denied my tits their pleasures as
I rolled the final tresses.
I stood back to survey my work...I saw all the sweet little rods
wound with my wet curls...I thought of your larger rod...and how I was
wont to wrap my wet curls around it! I picked up a pink rod from my set
and licked the perm juices from its tip...hoping it would grow.
I rubbed the rod against my breasts. They hungered for a firm hand
and tongue. By arching my neck I was able to tongue each hard nipple
in turn but I could not effect the sucking sensation I craved. I took
a rod and clamped it over my right breast...so tight and firm..it felt
like you pinching and nibbling...I had to do likewise to the other tit.
[I just put the rods on again...as I write this for you...feeling you
sucking and clawing at my nipples!!.......mmmmm....yes!!!
As I type my arms brush against the rods twisting my tits....and causing
me to moan in delight!!!!!!!! I think about you sucking on them and
cry out your name.]
Again I see myself naked in the mirror, rods in my hair,pink rods
on my nipples. My groin aches for you. I reach down and rub my
hands thru my lower tresses...moist in their desire for you...
I wrap these tressses too in the little blue rods I have, leaving my lips
and cunt totally exposed to the mirror. I rub a large yellow rod against
my clit...its knobbed surface exciting me further...I can stand it no
longer!!! I search the room for something resembling your manhood as my
fingers wander over my breasts and then probe into my aching tunnel.
AHHH!! The perm bottle is handy...I am now writhing on the floor as
I begin to satisfy myself with the bottle...screaming out your name...
The bottle is too large for my tight cunt but by rubbing it against my
clit I find myself growing closer ...thrusting harder and firmer...
I feel you fucking me....I want you cumming with me...faster, firmer
deeper..aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh************************#######!!!
As I rise to my feet, I hear you entering. I quickly remove the
rods from my tender tits and my bush. I slip into the shower and rinse
the solution away. I am still in the shower removing the last rod when
you enter and see the red tits and my face flushes as I remember the
fun I've just had. I confess to you all that I have done...and
you ask if I was really able to satisfy myself without you......
well.......it could have been better.........
You insist upon reinacting the scene and place the little pink
rods tightly on my tits...............then wrap my love nest
onto the small blue rods...exposing my wet desire...and your rod.........
you thrust deeply into my warmth....ah yes...it IS better with YOU !!!!
Thrust it harder and deeper ...FUCK ME !!! YES!! FUCK ME!!!!
[I'm now naked at the computer feeling your hot dick as you pump
faster and harder into my moist box.] God you feel so good!!!
Cum with me NOW!!!!!!!***********AAAAHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Where's my g-spot??? My whole body's a g-spot!!!! -sadie
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RADIO INTERN
For five years, from April of 1979 until this last April, I worked part- time
at this funky non-commercial radio station in New York. Non-commercial, by the
way, means you do it for love and not for money. I was part of the public
affairs department and I produced programs on nuclear weapons, South Africa,
utilities, alternate energy, housing, all sorts of things.
During the time I worked at this station I occasionally supervised two
interns, Caroline and Eve, who worked on a couple of programs, turned out to
be very nice folks, but who did not realize that producing a regular radio
program takes a shitload of work. Eight to ten hours sometimes for one hour of
finished product, and that does not count travelling to and from wherever the
person you're interviewing is
located. So after some much needed help, Caroline and Eve sort of faded off
into other things. I once met Caroline briefly in Penn Station and said hello,
but I never saw Eve again until yesterday.
When they were working with me, I was at least somewhat attracted to both of
them. I was in a long running relationship which was sometimes monogamous (on
both our parts) and sometimes not. At that time, I was in a monogamous mood so
I would not allow myself to interpret the interns' smiles and warmth as
anything other than friendliness. I also had a certain misgiving about getting
involved with station interns. Some of the long time "famous" personalities at
the station were often surrounded (figuratively) with women and they would
take advantage of the psychological situation by getting laid. Now it's not
that these events were involuntary, by any means, its just that I want people
to like me or be attracted to me for who I am and not for whatever image they
may have of me. It's also not as if this occasional groupie phenomenon was
something of the level of teenyboppers standing on line to get at Mick Jagger.
Although there were real fans of many of the station's live radio producers,
this station only has maybe 30,000 or so regular listeners, so there are
limits to the social importance of this phenomenon. And in the case of
Caroline and Eve, it certainly was not a case of my dealing with teenagers.
Both were very mature, very bright women in their mid twenties while I was in
my late twenties at that time.
All of this is just introduction. The real start of this story begins with the
fact that our little station gets 80% of its money from fundraisers and
listener subscriptions. Every December we hold our annual Holiday Crafts Fair,
which features lots of really high class craftspeople from the Northeast and
Midwest. I made one of my vists to the Fair last night. I still get in free as
a "retirement benefit" from the station.
Weekday evenings are much easier than Saturday and Sunday afternoons, which
are totally packed. I was walking through the main hall when my eye caught
something from a distance. I wasn't sure but it looked a lot like the fedora
hat that Eve always used to wear and the head and form underneath the hat
likewise looked familiar. I eased my way through the crowd to get closer, and
yes, it was Eve. I came up to her side and caught her eye.
"hey, it's good to see you."
She looked happy but a bit sheepish. I suspected she felt a bit guilty about
leaving the intern position two and one-half years ago.
"You know, I never harbored expectations about people who come in as interns.
No one really seems to realize that producing radio is much more time
consuming than whatever preconceptions you arrive with."
We walked into the snack bar that was adjacent to the main exhibition hall,
sat down and had a bite. We talked for over half an hour and my original im-
pression of her was only being reinforced. Degree in biology (like me), worked
in a couple of medical labs, travelled around, worked as a telephone company
repair technician (very impressive to me, not having any idea how the phones
work) and now she was still in the same job she'd been in when she interned,
the enforcement division of NYC's environmental protection agency. On one
level this was all a friendly conversation. On another, that of eye and body
laguage, it was flirtation. She maintained eye contact with me almost
constant- ly, something I find very attractive. She was interested in my life
in the last couple of years, why I'd left the station, what sort of stuff I'd
been writing about transmission lines, nuclear waste and depressing stuff like
that.
She asked if I was in a hurry or would I like to share a bottle of champagne
with her back at her place in Brooklyn. People in NYC may wear jeans and
sneakers but a lot of us seem to like expensive wine.
The subway ride from the upper west side of manhattan to the Park Slope
section of Brooklyn takes about 45 minutes. You can't talk much during most of
the ride because subway brakes are too noisy. Lots of people in New York stick
their fingers in their ears while a subway is screeching because of the
decibel level. It actually hurts at times.
Exiting the relatively warm subway into the 25 degree cold on December 22 at
7Pm was a bit of a shock. It's been raining and the combined effect of cold
rain and cold air meant for a less than leisurely walk to her house. Even
today I still am a bit shy with women, especially initially, so when I reached
out and touched and then held her hand as we walked, I felt much better and
warmer when she smiled broadly.
Apartments in New York are generally heated by steam, which is nice but as a
rule they are usually too cold or downright hot, with little in between. Hers
was the latter and despite the fact that it was just below freezing outside,
we were greeted at the front door by Eve's roomate, Helen, who was wearing a
T-shirt. Helen had heard of me thru Eve and was very friendly, asking about
her favorite talk show hosts at the station, some of whom I told her I did not
know beyond saying 'hello' in the hallways.
The champagne was nice, bubbles tickling our throats and noses and sliding
right up into our heads. Helen went off to her room to get dressed to go out.
She began taking off her shirt just before she got to her room and the flash
of firm back muscles and breast I got before she disappeared gave me a bit of
a rush.
We went into Eve's room, sitting on the floor over a backgammon board. I play
only once every so often so I usually have to relearn a bit each time. Eve, on
the other hand, played like a grand master, as a Charlie Parker album
played in the background.
After an hour or so of play I was reaching for the dice, looking down at the
board when Eve's hand came forward and stopped me. I looked up at her, she
looked at me, took my hand and kissed my on the palm. I leaned over, pulled
her slightly closer and kissed her, one hand moving onto her shoulder and
rubbing her there. Her hand went behind my head, ran through my hair and then
to my neck, finally fingers brushing me behind the ears. Her lips were very
full strong and warm. Wonderfully responsive, as kissing should be: both
loving and erotic.
We paused, she hesitated and then said, "Are you going to freak out if I tell
you that I've wanted to fuck you for the last two years?"
I smiled , she did likewise and then motioned with her head in the direction
of her bed.
We undressed slowly, stopping to kiss again, feeling a bit uncomfortable about
removing our attention from each other to deal with something as mundane as
taking off our clothes. We undressed ourselves and each other. We lay on the
bed in the warm apartment, the radiator hissing in the background, the Charlie
Parker tape still supplying a soundtrack. We lay on our sides, facing each
other and separated by only three or four inches. One set of hands near the
bed were held, fingers entwined, the other pair stroked each other's back and
sides, slowly, learning new bodies and their uniqueness.
My free hand slid down her stomach and began very gently brushing her pubic
hair, first above her vagina and then lower, but still out side. The backs of
my fingers slowly moved through the silky fur. She parted her legs by sliding
her upper leg over mine. Her hand moved down and fingers gently encirled by
cock, which was beginning to harden in a serious way. For fifteen minutes we
lay there, her fingers holding my cock while her thumb slowly rubbed the
sensitive part below the underside of the tip. The backs of my fingers to
lightly brush the outside of her vagina, feeling her start to moisten. We
maintained almost constant eye contact.
As I felt wetness I let my middle finger protrude between her lips. Not
actualy inside, but between the edges of her lips, up to the edge of her clit.
She moved closer, and we began to kiss. Our mouths and tongues were more
insistant now, passionate rather than just friendly, reflecting what was
occurring below. Entwined fingers held each other tight as did tongues.
I slipped my middle finger inside and as soon as I did so her grip on my cock
tightened noticably in response. I stiffened and so did she. I slid the finger
in as far as it could go, sliding it slowly up and down the walls of her cunt,
turning the finger, moving it up to reach her clit. Wet finger against wet
clitoris.
I'm not sure if I pulled her over on top of me or whether she rolled over on
top, but that's how we ended up. She planted her slit right on top of my now
hard dick and lay with her weight on top of me kissing deeply and moving
against me. Her arms crooked under my shoulders and mine curled around her
back. I wasn't inside her but it was a missionary position in reverse.
Eve lifted herself off me ,straddling my body with one leg on each side. She
took my cock in her hand but did not impale herself. She held it and began to
slide her wet vagina up and down its length. She repositioned herself so that
my cock was lying flat against my stomach and her slit was right on top of it,
sliding up and down. I never realized how truly sensitive a cock is until I
realized how conscious I was of the lips of her vagina draped over my cock,
her inner lips pressing on the top. I looked up at her and saw that she was
thoroughly enjoying this, obviously getting some very effective clitoral
rushes from having the head and shaft of my cock rubbing her almost
constantly.
She bit her lip , her eyes half closed and was taken with what she was doing
to both of us. It was a very special feeling and I wondered whether I was
going to lose control and spurt all over my stomach.
Finally she raised herself up a bit, held my cock and placed the tip just
where she began. She looked down at me, stared into my eyes with a look only
people in this condition have, and, very, very, very slowly impaled herself.
I always find this sensation exquisate and this time it was even more so. I
felt that I could detect and warmth and contour of every fold inside her
vagina. When she reached bottom she paused and I felt consumed, firmly and
warmly held.
She began to move, slowly at first. Sometimes it was up and down drawing me in
and almost letting me slip out, then she rotated her hips for a while or
leaned forward a bit to wantonly rub her clit against my pubic bone. We went
on like this for a long time, slowly moving together.
Years ago I took mescaline and one of the interesting effects was the fact
that in the initial stages my entire body felt the way my cock does when it's
hard and hot. I was lying on my bed and concentrated on my arms, my legs, my
torso, my neck and head. My entire body felt like a hard penis onits way to
orgasm.
Eve was placing me in the same state without drugs.
I lay there moving up aagainst her, drinking in the feeling and watching her
She was very high, now, breathing heavily, her hands on my chest supporting
her self, arms beginning to shiver slightly from the strain and the passion.
The muscles in her stomach were flexed, her ass was beginning to quiver and
her body in the candlelight was flushed pink.
I had been running my hands over her back and sides and rubbing her ass. Now I
reached up to cup her breasts, her nipples already very hard. I moistened my
fingers and held them against the sides of her nipples, gently rubbing, and
then lightly held the palms of my hands against them as they brushed as she
moved up and down.
She began to move faster and whispered to me to keep it up. I could feel
myself building in my balls. She was giving herslef extra impact on her
downstrokes and her breathing was labored. She began whispering my name over
and over again and her fingers on my chest dug themselves in slightly, a bit
of pain mixing with the pleasure. I felt her muscles grab my cock tightly, her
back stiffened and she came, head shaking side to side. She tried to catch a
scream but didn't succeed.
I didn't even try. Two more strokes in her suddenly tightened cunt and I
followed her over the edge, tumbling down, just missing unconsciousness. When
she was finished she slumped on top of me kissing, licking whispering promises
of love and satisfaction. I kissed back and held her tight.
When we finallycame down, lying there in the glow of lovemaking and the
hissing radiator, we looked out the window into the night. It had begun
snowing. Large beautiful flakes drifting slowly down to earth amidst the haze
of the streetlights. A wonder that can make even the dirty, deadly streets of
New York, new and beautiful. The blood and grime covered by the white cold
shining snow. Peace.
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End of "Electronic Erotica", volume 1, number 3.
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"Electronic Erotica", volume 1, number 4.
Date: 19 Apr 89 06:41:12 GMT
CONTENTS:
A Letter from the Editor
Reflexology
Spread-Eagle (mild bondage)
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A LETTER FROM THE EDITOR
Ugh... TAXES! Well, better late than never I guess. I almost feel
like this issue isn't really needed given the recent resurgence of
talk about SEX in alt.SEX (difficult to believe, but fortunately it
is true). This issue is somewhat smaller than previous issues since
I've heard that the 32K+ issues might not be making it through some
of the gateways (too fat to fit through the door, so to speak). Also,
I posted an intro to alt.sex recently. Some of the information,
particularly the information about the maintainer of the back-issues
archive, wasn't quite correct. The new intro is as follows:
Commonly Asked Questions about "Electronic Erotica"
1. What is "Electronic Erotica" (aka eEros)?
EEros is a periodical of reader-submitted erotic fiction.
There's nothing wrong with true stories, but I will assume
that everything I publish is fiction.
2. How can I get it?
EEros is published once a month (currently near the middle
of the month) in the 'alt.sex' newsgroup on usenet.
3. Is there a mailing list?
Yes, but the resources are VERY limited for supporting it.
The issues will always be posted in 'alt.sex', so if you
can read the newsgroup, DO NOT ASK TO BE ADDED TO THE
MAILING LIST.
4. How do I get back issues?
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
will set up a way to request back issues via email.
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REFLEXOLOGY
I had finished the last of my Friday reflexology classes, and
had my certificate in hand. The crudely-executed Gothic
calligraphy in which my name was etched was smudged peacock blue
on the right side, but it bothered me little, as this wasn't
something I was going to have on the wall of my law practice.
Things were going smoothly in general, and my girlfriend and I had
plans for that evening.
The phone had rung at home Wednesday night, as I was slipping
in and out of light napping to the melodies of an old Tull record
I found in the basement. I groaned in unison with my joints as I
stumbled up from the easy chair to the telephone. "Hello," I
murmured.
"Hi," came the sultry voice from the other end. Kari may not
be a swimsuit model--a bit too thin--but she has a voice that
could launch a thousand ships. Or whatever sort of playthings the
top brass are using nowadays. "I'd like to see you."
"I'm free Friday after about five. S'that okay with you?" I
fumbled for the iced tea in the refrigerator as I balanced the
cordless phone against my shoulder with the side of my head. It
hissed as I closed the refrigerator door and turned to the
counter.
"Sounds good. Pick me up about seven?"
"Sure thing, babe. Oh, and I got my reflexology certificate
for massage today. I think I'll have it framed. It's got that
fresh-from-the-computer-printer look."
"Sounds great. You want to try out your new skills?" she
said breathily. Wow. You ever have one of those conversations
when you'd just get an erection from talking sweet with your
lover? Well, it didn't matter WHAT we talked about, her voice did
that to my poor hormones ALL THE TIME.
"I'll surprise you. Love you." I paused, remembered I
forgot the ice. Could have melted it in my hands anyway at this
point.
"I love you too. See you Friday night."
"Be there with bells on." I turned toward the fridge and the
phone spat angrily at my ear.
"That makes for an interesting mental picture," she said; we
lauged and hung up. We almost always end short conversations with
those lines; it's just something that clicks.
I put the ice cubes in the half-full glass of tea and filled
the rest of it up. I took a sip, traced over the "Ball" etching
on the side with my middle finger, and mulled over my plans for
Friday.
I got to her house at a few minutes before seven (I always
liked to chat with her folks for a while as she finished doing
whatever it is she did before going out--it keeps 'em guessing).
Kari got downstairs at about a quarter after, gave her parents
quick goodbyes and hugs, and we pulled out of the driveway.
After seeing some really poor mystery movie with Arnold
Schwarzenegger, and Pee Wee Herman, we ended up going back to my
house. My parents had taken one of their infamous weekend boating
trips with my brother and sister; that put them out of the picture
for the time being. We stepped in, and after closing and locking
the front door behind us, I took Kari's jacket and hung it on the
rack in the corner. I think this was the point at which I
realized that Kari was serious about this massage thing, since she
had no bra on under the clingy tank top she had on. She NEVER
goes without a bra unless she means for something to happen.
She turned around, noticed what I had noticed, and lowered
her eyelids seductively. From between slightly parted lips, she
intoned huskily, "Now, how about that massage? I've been waiting
forever for you to finish those classes." I smiled a bit in
return, and slipping an arm around her waist and cradling her chin
in the crook of my other hand, planted angel kisses on her
forehead, her nose, her lower lip.
I led her to the couch in the living room. Without saying a
word, she pulled off the tank top, her round nipples hard and
jutting from small, firm breasts. She shed her boots and pants,
and then spent a long and, I must say, greatly appreciated moment
removing her panties. I knew, though, that if I remained in
control, this would be quite a memorable experience for both of
us. She lay down on her back in the soft upholstery of the couch
and sighed, "Do my feet-- I LOVE foot massage." She lifted her
right leg in invitation.
Sitting down on the couch by her legs and putting them in my
lap, I began. Here is where all those tedious reflexology
classes, taken with women going through mid-life crises and
looking for some way to unwind, paid off. Starting off slow, I
traced the curves of her foot, as she lay contentedly back with
her hands over her head, baring herself to my ravenous gaze. When
I finally got some unmistakable body signals from Kari, I decided
to turn up the heat a little. I knew where to hit the crossnerves
that triggered in her breasts and thighs, and over the course of
about five minutes, she began to sigh and moan, licking her lips
sensuously.
After about ten more minutes, I moved to her left foot. I
had hardly gotten past the sole of that dainty extremity when she
sat up, grasped my neck, and dragged me down to the warm, soft
repose of her bosom. "Take me," she groaned ecstatically. Who
was I to argue? I moved my hand up her side, lightly feathering
my touch up her calf and hip, fluttering to her breast. I took
the nipple in my mouth, cradled it between my teeth and tongue,
and then sucked it with my lips. She cried out softly, and I
gazed quickly at her to make sure I hadn't been leaning too hard
against the leg in my lap. (We were still at that stage of
experience where things like that happened, and I had no
intention of ruining this situation.) I saw a look of nothing
but unbridled bliss on her face. This only served to send my
penis to an almost unbearable hardness; but I was determined to
wait it out.
I moved to the other nipple, and her hands moved down my
back. "Take off your clothes, darling," she cooed, and I complied
readily. Moving back to her side, I kissed her firmly. She began
to pant as I circled her ear with my lips, moving down her neck to
the crook of her collarbone, where I ran my tongue across to her
shoulder. My hand moved, seemingly of its own accord, between her
legs and over her curly pubic hair, cupping her swelling mons,
massaging her tenderness. I traced a little trail with my lips
down to her erect nipple, and she stifled another cry with her
hand as I circled down to her navel. She tried to move my head
between her legs to her eager sex, but I gently took her hand,
kissed the palm, and began running my tongue down the inside of
her thigh toward her calf. I finished my circuit of her leg by
planting kisses on her toes and sole, and she gasped as I moved
quickly up her thigh again, this time going for the one.
I licked my lips. She made no effort this time to cover her
scream of pleasure with her hand as I kissed her moist clitoris,
bringing it up into my mouth with deliberate slowness. I sent my
tongue probing deep within her, ever so slowly, trying to balance
my member's urgence against my desire to tease. I pushed and
prodded, probed and punished for what seemed to be eternity,
breathing her need, enveloped in her lust, as her breath hitched
and loped like a crazed runner. She begged me to enter her, and
finally I acquiesced to our heated passion.
I moved up against her, and kissed her pert breasts, and I
noticed that I was starting to pant heavily. She ran her finger
over my lips and down my torso to my throbbing penis, sighed as I
placed it against her heated thighs. I entered her again with
carefully timed leisure, and though she moved her hips up and in
to meet me, I held back to stretch the entry time. She cupped one
hand on my buttock and held the other to her head, crying out, "Oh
please, I want you inside me." Finally, I had hilted her, and
drew back slightly faster. I cycled this way, slowly, in, out
with almost torturingly slow motion, until I could stand it no
longer. I plunged into her greedy vagina with reckless and long-
denied fire, and she kneaded my buttocks, looking into my eyes
with smoldering wet embers; drew me down to drown in her lips.
I don't know exactly how long we moved against each other;
ultimately I slowed again, and speeded up, trying to draw out the
impending climax (I believe at one point I had to resort to going
through my grade-school multiplication tables in my head to avoid
that onrushing freight train of sensation). She ran her tongue
over my earlobes, begging me to fill her again and again, and,
unable to bear the grasp of her heated passion any longer, I
spilled deliciously over the brink of orgasm, inhaling the musk of
our union, finding solace in our bodily connection. We let that
secret part of ourselves fly free; we intertwined in that moment,
and it seems that the room could have been lit solely by our
frenzied emotion. We collapsed together, and I took her in my
arms, whispering to her, "I love you so much."
She echoed, nibbling my ear, "I love you," and we simply lay
there for a while, silently contemplating each other's forms. And
then we slept.
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SPREAD-EAGLE
You take my hand and lead me across the large, dimly-lit, unfamiliar
apartment into an even darker room. I can barely distinguish the outlines
of a brass bed in the corner. You push a switch and the room fills with
a soft, warm light. We walk toward the bed. I take off my over-sized black
T-shirt, and I am naked underneath except for the gold chain around my neck.
You gently push me onto the bed, tie a silk scarf around my left
wrist, and tie the scarf to the bed-post. You move over me on the bed and
tie up my right wrist. You kiss me gently on the lips and stroke my hair for
a while. Then you move down and tie my ankles to the two posts at the foot
of the bed. I am filled with a strange mixture of feelings: expectancy,
helplessness, tension, fear, and surging, overflowing desire. I turn
my head toward the wall, close my eyes, and lightly bite my lower lip.
***
I tie your right ankle to a bed post. The silk scarf gently brushes
against your silky flesh. And I can feel uncontrollable desire rising
within me. I then tie your left ankle. I bend down and softly kiss your
foot. Inside the arch at first, then I let my tongue slide between your
toes. Back and forth. You begin to strain against the scarves. A gasp. I
move upward along your leg, dropping kisses as I go along. It's an
interminable journey that ends up where your wonderful, smooth... But not
yet. I lick your clitoris once, ever so furtively. And move on.
Your breasts. Firm, perfect half-spheres. Your nipples. Very, very
hard. I gently kiss one, then the other. I lean on you, pin you down as
you lie naked, defenseless, spread-eagled. I suck on your nipple. You
turn toward me. Then toward the wall. Then back. A giggle. A sigh. A gasp.
I suck, lick, kiss, then ... lightly ... bite just once. You shriek. But
your wet lips and misty eyes tell me you want me, just as much as I want
you. I start licking you. Just one long, long lick. From your nipple ...
to your arm pit ... along your arm ... the palm of your hand (You're in
mine. I love it.) ... I suck your fingers one by one. You tug and strain.
The old brass bed won't let go. You smell of desire.
***
I am made of desire. It is as if everything else has disappeared.
I want you, I keep wanting more of you. I keep wanting more of everything
you do, but you move on. You leave me up there, on the edge of a scream.
I want to hold on to you, to guide your hands, your mouth, but I am helpless.
I strain against the scarves, and thrust my hips forward. You pin me back down.
I feel your finger between my labia, gently stroking while your mouth slides
up my belly. You kiss my breasts, and give my left nipple another gentle
bite. I want to scream but you won't let me do even that. You cover my mouth
with your lips. My scream becomes a long, helpless moan.
I slide my tongue into your mouth, our tongues meet for a moment, then
you pull away from my lips. I beg you with my eyes. "Please don't," I whisper,
"please, I want to kiss you." But you won't listen. I close my eyes again.
Your finger is joined by your thumb. You stroke my vulva rhythmically, giving
my clit an occasional gentle squeeze. I begin to move my hips to your
rhythm... I am ready to explode. Then, suddenly, you are gone. I open my
eyes and search for you among the shadows. You are leaning against the
farther wall, your arms crossed, watching me with a not-so-gentle smile
on your lips. I writhe madly. I can't bear the helplessness anymore. I
beg you with all my might to come back to me. But to no avail.
***
I leave you to your misery and go to the kitchen. I come back with an
ice cube and show it to you. You start writhing with anticipation. You beg me
not to. I hold the ice cube with the tip of my fingers, just above your
smooth, velvety pussy. As it melts slowly, I watch a drop form underneath,
then fall. You gasp. It runs down your lips and disappears among your
luscious folds. What I would give to be a drop of water now. Another one
forms, hesitates a while, then takes a plunge. I move the ice cube around,
taking special notice of your most sensitive spots. Then I lower it and
touch your mons. I play with you a while, then glide it up, into your belly
button and out again. You shriek and squirm. I move the ice around your
nipples. You try to move, but you cannot. I put the ice in my mouth, then
take it out and start eating you. Cold. Wet. I love eating you. I love it.
I slide up towards you and without warning enter you. Ohhhhh. I bend
down and start licking your nipples, playfully torturing them as I thrust
in and out. First slowly, deeply, as you like it best. Then I speed up. You
start wriggling madly. "Stop!" you gasp, "you are driving me crazy!" I
slow down, but in my own time. I kiss your smooth arm pits, kiss your neck,
suck on your ear lobes, tongue your ears. I pass my fingers through your
hair, grab your head and start smothering you with kisses. As I thrust
deeper, you start moaning. I can see your hands straining against the scarves,
you are slowly tensing up. But I do not want you to come yet. I stop, smile
at you -- no, no, a very gentle smile this time, loving, adoring, but
playful -- and slowly pull out. You loose control and scream for me to stay.
Too late... I'm out.
***
I beg you in every language I know to let me come. "No," you
say. "I'm afraid that is not possible right now. But you are allowed to
make another wish and who knows, it might be granted." How can I wish for
anything else when I am so consumed with the need to end this torture!?
But then I realize that there are two needs, not one. I need to come, but
independently, I want you close, I want to feel you inside me. "O.K.," I
say. "Let me eat you, then."
You look into my eyes, searchingly, for a moment; then you nod. I'm
happy, but I wish I had my hands free to play with myself while I eat
you. I know it is out of the question, so I don't even ask you to untie
my hands (At least one? No, I don't think so). You kneel over my head
and pass your feet under my outstretched arms. Then you lower yourself
over my face and slide your cock into my mouth. This is a brand new
sensation for me; I am so used to being in control while I eat you...
Now I can't even move -- I am totally at your mercy. I feel more
helpless and vulnerable than I have ever felt before. You slightly lift
my head with one hand while holding on to the bed-post with the other
and move slowly at first. I feel your hardness inside my mouth... I
can smell you... it drives me mad! I squirm helplessly for a while,
then my hips fall into rhythm with your slow thrusting. But I need more
-- I need to be touched, to be helped... I moan. I open my eyes for a
moment and look up at you. What I see turns me on even more than I
already was (I had thought that was impossible). I would give anything
to be allowed to come right now. Suddenly, your rhythm changes. You
begin to move faster, to thrust deeper into my mouth.
***
I hold your head and slide in and out of your mouth. I peek at
your outstretched body. Very, very naked. Very, very taut. Your wrists
fastened to the bedposts, your hands in helpless fists. Your ankles tied
to the bedposts, stretching the scarves. Your hips imperceptibly arching,
heaving, your bare pussy swollen and beckoning. I catch you looking at
me. This will not do. I reach for another scarf and gently blindfold you.
You want to protest, but with me in your mouth, you can only moan. I
continue to thrust in and out. Your tongue... your tongue... How do you
do that..? I am losing control. Shall I come? Not yet. I slow down. You
want to keep moving, but I don't let you.
The time is approaching. I slide out of you and move back, all the
way to the edge of the bed. I stare at you. Your mouth half open, wet,
glistening. Your chest heaving up and down. Your hips trying so desperately
to move... and so unsuccessfully. I caress your legs, brush against your
pussy (you are so wet!), cup your breasts (they are so hard!). You moan.
The time is here. I love you. I want you. Now.
***
I squirm and writhe desperately while I try to figure out what is to
happen to me next You have moved away, I can't see you. I cannot take this
anymore. I want you inside me. Now. You pull off my blindfold. You are on
top of me once again. Our lips meet. I have an uncontrollable urge to wrap
myself around you...my arms around your neck, my legs around your waist...
But I can't. I writhe and press my pelvis against you, instead. You slide
inside me in one smooth easy thrust. For a moment, I feel myself forced
open...you are so hard and so thick... We continue to kiss passionately as
you thrust inside me. Your rhythm quickens. I feel a wet warmth start up
around my pelvis and slowly envelope my whole body. I feel like a stretched
bow, ready to snap. You raise yourself on your hands, thrusting deeper and
harder. I can feel the tension building up inside you, your eyes closed,
your head thrown back.
A scream escapes my mouth with the first convulsion, and is muffled as
you gently press your hand over my mouth. I hang there for a few seconds,
in sheer torment, unable to move as my instincts urge me to, and then the
rest of the orgasm comes, so violently that I can feel tears running down
my eyes. You tense up, let out a long moan as you come. I respond to every
move you make inside me with yet another convulsion. How long does it take?
I really don't know but by the end, I am almost unconscious. You lower your
body over mine, breathless. We stay like that for a while, again, I have no
idea how long. Then, you get up and untie me. As I curl up in your arms,
in a swoon, I am already more than half way into planning my revenge.
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End of "Electronic Erotica", volume 1, number 4.
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"Electronic Erotica", volume 1, number 5.
Date: 14 May 89 20:14:32 GMT
CONTENTS:
A Letter from the Editor
Engineering
Repair Man
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A LETTER FROM THE EDITOR
It seems that the last issue made it much farther than previous issues,
so I guess size must be important :-). I'll try to keep the issues
under 25K or so, maybe smaller.
It's been suggested that maybe someone can get some Bitnet host with a
listserv to maintain part of the mailing list via LISTSERV; then the
users could signup directly via the server (resign as well).
And now a note about back issues. 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 will set up a way to request back issues via email.
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CONTACT: Ebenezer
ENGINEERING
It was late on Friday, Bob Shane was sitting in his office
studying the design on the table. He heard the knob turn and
the door quietly open. Glancing up he saw who he expected
to see, Debbie.
"Not going to happy hour with the rest of the gang?" he
asked as he looked back at the schematic.
"I've got one more test to finish. Besides, that's not
my idea of a good time"
He chuckled softly and watched as she deftly picked up a
clip board and pad and turned to leave the office.
"Haven't YOU got anything better to do?"
"Tomorrow. Now is for this VCO."
She nodded and left.
A Staff Engineer wasn't supposed to share an office, but until
the new building was done everyone below Advisory had to double
up. Debbie was a decent roommate, although he'd been really
skeptical.
Her resume was impressive, BSEE from Purdue University,
MSEE from Berkeley, summer work at the Jet Propulsion Laboratory
and NASA-Ames Research Center. Kick ass grades too. But when he
was introduced to her the old bigotry raised its ugly head.
She was emphatically NOT another zit faced techno twerp. She was
charming and poised and BEAUTIFUL. What the hell was SHE doing
in DESIGN? Things certainly had changed in the twelve years
since he'd left Stanford.
He recovered quickly and got on with the interview. She took
all of his standard technical questions with ease. Then he added
another and could tell by her smile and the twinkle in her brown
eyes that she'd already seen this one. Keeping a "strictly
professional" relationship with this woman was going to be an
awesome challenge.
When the interview team met later Bob volunteered to check out
her resume. All his contacts at Berkeley, JPL and Stanford had
the same conclusion; inside that 1.6 meter, 48 kilo woman was one
of the sharpest analog designers on the west coast. With no
reservations she was immediately hired. And assigned to
HIS office (GULP).
Her difficulties began about a month after she started. She
had dressed professionally at first, dark suits with the hem the
correct distance below the knee. At her height high heels were
common, but seldom as high or open as hers were. Then the hem
started to go up and the slits appeared. Bob couldn't believe
someone would take such chances with their career.
The final straw was the white silk SHEER blouse over a black
lacy "OH MY GOD" bra. It took him an hour to work out just how
to tell her that engineers simply do NOT wear such things to
work. She smiled and her eyes sparkled and she took his
suggestion to wear a white lab coat over her clothes. Bob
sighed with relief when she left the office and went off to
the lab.
She really was incredible. Top notch designer of amazing
scope, self assured, gregarious, efficient, organized, fun. But
he'd have to talk to her again soon about attire. Those black
seamed stockings just wouldn't do.
Bob sighed and began putting his notebooks away. He locked
the file cabinet, his overhead, and sat down to lock his desk. He
heard the door open and turned to see Debbie enter. She closed
the door behind her, making an odd motion of her hand across the
knob. He sat in his chair and watched as she took off her lab
coat and hung it behind the door. He saw the narrow black straps
of her bra clearly through the white silk blouse. He felt the
blood rush to his lips and unconsciencely rolled them into his
mouth to hide them. His gaze moved down to the black mini skirt
which hugged her trim hips and emphasized her waist, then down
her legs to her tall spike heeled sandals. She turned just as
he gave a heavy sigh.
"Finish your VCO?"
"Not yet, finish your tests?"
"All but one." she said smiling coyly.
Bob decided that this was as good a time as any.
"You've done very well here in the last six months."
"Thank you"
"It's just... I'd hate to... Oh bother. Has anyone else
commented on your choice of work clothes?"
"Just Mark, he mumbled something about 'going somewhere to eat'
then switched to Spanish. Do you know what he meant?", she said
with an impish grin.
"No one has warned you about dressing in a 'professional
manner'?"
"I told Nordien you said that. He just laughed and said it
depended on what 'profession' I was in. What exactly is it that
you don't like?"
Bob felt the blood rush to his cheeks and the sweat begin to
prickle his back.
"Do you really think that black seamed stockings are
appropriate to wear to work here at Harrison American Labs?"
"Where do YOU think they would be appropriate?" She walked
across the room with her most graceful, sensual walk and stood
next to his chair with a broad, sly grin.
"Don't you think I look good in them?"
"Yes, er a no a .." he smiled sheepishly, realizing the
futility of his seriousness. "You look fantastic in them.
It's just ..."
"You're worried about me?"
With this she reached out and touched his cheek, tracing the
curve of his face with her finger. Bob could only nod. She
carefully sat down in his lap, putting both of her hands on his
face.
"Do you really think you should do this?"
She giggled. "It's Friday evening," She moved her face closer
to his. "there is no one else in the building," Their noses
touched. "and I've locked the door." Her lips brushed his.
"Will you PLEASE relax."
He released his grip on the arms of the chair and moved one
hand tentatively to her back. His composure was returning but
his caution was not disregarded.
"So, why DO you dress like that, Debbie?"
"To get your attention." she said, almost on the verge of
laughter.
"Why didn't you ask me?"
"I DID!" she giggled. "Honestly Bob, you either take this
'professionalism' too far or you are as dense as uranium."
Bob let out a snort. "Well EXXCUS-S-S-e ME!" he whispered,
moving his left hand lightly to her knee. "Now that you've got
my attention, what did you have in mind?"
"It's my turn to interview YOU for a job" she whispered slyly,
grinning and winking. "I have an 'opening' which I need filled."
(Bob groaned at the corniness)
"What kind of position?"
"Several and various."
His eye brows lifted in mock surprise. "Where do I apply?"
"Right HERE" she whispered as her lips merged with his.
He moved his right hand across her back to her hip and gently
pulled her body to his. His left hand began to slowly caress her
knee, working stealthly up her thigh. Her tongue entered his
mouth and began to stroke his. Slowly his right hand moved up
her side until he felt her bra through the silkiness of her
blouse. He then slid his hand slowly around, gently feeling for
the tip of her nipple.
She was far from passive. Her left hand caressed the back of
his neck while her right hand slowly, deftly began to loosen his
tie and unbutton his shirt. After she'd released three buttons
she slid her warm hand into is shirt and stroked his chest. She
broke the kiss and slid her cheek against his. He savored her
orange blossom scent, but delicately drew her soft, black,
flowing hair out of his face.
"Is that unprofessional enough for you?" Bob whispered.
"You might be just what I'm looking for, but I'm not done
with the interview yet."
" Do you want to give me a physical to see if I'm up to the
job?"
She pulled back and looked into his eyes. "I don't think
that's necessary. I've watched you and Ebenezer run at lunch for
months. You look like a pair of prime pumas loping through the
desert in nothing but your shorts and shoes."
"It's good to find someone who appreciates my exertions."
Bob drew her near and kissed the side of her neck, then traced
down to her chest with the tip of his tongue. He felt her tremble,
then she gripped him tighter. His left hand moved up and slowly
unbuttoned her blouse, exposing her skin for his tongue. When he
had unbuttoned to the waist of her skirt his hand slid down her
hip to the hem and began to slowly ascend under the fabric. By
this time his tongue had reached the top of her bra and he teased
her by tracing the edge of the lace across her chest. His left
hand slid past the top of her stocking. He was impressed but kept
caressing up her thigh. Reaching a dead end at her skirt waist,
his hand glided around her warm ass. It began to dawn on him that
there was nothing for him to find. He looked up into her eyes.
"Brazen, aren't we? Shall I dine?"
"Please do."
He gently lifted her up onto his table. She leaned back
against her outstretched arms. He slowly, teasingly pushed the
hem of her skirt up. Past the top of her stocking until the hem
reached her waist. He looked with wonder at her lips, dark
against the white of her shaved mons. He looked up at her and
smiled.
"What a spectacular dish."
He eased his face down to her thighs and began to caress her
with his tongue. Inhaling deeply her aroma he worked smoothly up
to her lips. She was moist and tasty. He gave her clitoris a
light flick and was rewarded to feel her body twitch. Her warm
hands began to caress his head, fingers running through his hair.
The build up began. First stroke the clit a few times, never
the same number (build the tension). Then move off some where
else, the thigh, the cunni, the mons. Now back to the clit. He
continued these iterations, licking a little longer on each pass.
Finally she'd had enough. He started to move off, but her hands
clamped onto his head and pushed him back. Continuing to lick,
he felt her squirm and heard her soft moans. He tried once more,
but again she pushed him back. Time for a procedure change.
He concentrated on her clit. First long slow strokes the
length of her lips. Then many fast flicks across the button
itself. Strokes and flicks. She squirmed and gasped, building
to her peak. Suddenly she went rigid then started to push him
away. He tightened his grip on her buttocks and continued to
lick. She convulsed as though riding a bucking bronco and he
withdrew his tongue and smiled up at her.
She returned his smile and whispered, "Now it's your turn."
She took his hand and pulled him to his feet, wrapping an arm
around his neck and kissing him hard on the lips. Her right hand
finished unbuttoning his shirt, then deftly opened his buckle,
unzipped and unbuttoned his pants. Bob returned the favor,
unbuttoning her blouse and unzipping and unhooking her skirt.
She eased away and put her hands on his shoulders, caressing
the shirt off of his back. She hopped off the table and stood
before him as her skirt fell to the floor. He languidly pushed
the blouse from her shoulders, exposing the black lacy bra which
thrust her breasts up for his inspection. He appraised the
length of her from deep brown eyes down past her black suspender
belt to her high heels. She watched him grow hard before
her eyes.
She kneeled down, running her finger tips down his hairless
chest as she did. Then she grasped the waist of his pants and
shorts and pulled them down his legs. His tool bounced out,
firming by the second. She grasped it in her hand and kissed it
and licked it before sucking it deeply into her hot mouth. When
he was hard enough she stopped and stood up, still holding him in
her hand, and started to lead him to the open floor behind her
desk.
"This isn't going to work."
"Eh?"
"I've got to take my pants off."
She giggled at the sight of him hobbled by the clothing at his
ankles. Kneeling down again she used her free hand to slip his
pants off of his feet. Freed now, she stood and led him from the
cluttered floor to an area where he could lie. Then she gently
pushed him down on his back, stroking his cock to keep it hard.
She straddled him and crouched down, lowering her bare cunt
toward him. Pausing just at contact, she moved the head across
her lips, wetting it and teasing him. Then she slid slowly down
the length of his shaft, looking proud and satisfied.
He felt the hot wetness envelope him and he grabbed her hips
and pushed her hard onto his loins. Then he reached up and began
to caress the lace of her bra, gently fondling her hardening
nipples. She began to withdraw, then switched to a slow ride,
'posting' English style. Bob relaxed, letting the sensations
wash over...
"GOOD MORNING !!"
Bob bolted upright, his eyes wide with terror. He stared into
the darkness, seeing only the pale blue numbers of the clock.
"This is KRQQ, FM 92 in Tucson. It's five thirty and time for
the news."
He climbed wearily out of bed and walked to the radio and
turned it off. Then he looked back at his bed and saw the moon
beam on the unused pillow next to his own. He stared at it for
several seconds, remembering the dream. Then he sighed and
turned away to begin his day.
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REPAIR MAN
Sleepily, she walked to answer the door.
"Dishwasher Repair Man" said the voice on the other side of the door.
She looked through the peep hole and saw a good-looking man in his mid-30's.
He smiled through the peep hole.
God it's early, she thought as she unlocked the door to let him in. She had
thrown a robe over her nude body. She hadn't even had coffee.
"Come in," she said. "Do you know what time it is?"
"Nine a.m." he said as his eyes moved to her long legs. Although she was
barefoot, she was a good three or four inches taller than the repair man.
"Would you like a cup of coffee" she asked.
"Not right now -- maybe later."
She directed him to the dishwasher, poured herself a cup of coffee and sat at
the kitchen table across from him.
As the man worked she noticed his small ass and broad shoulders. While he
wasn't extremely tall, he was well proportioned.
She thought about how she had awakened her lover Bob the night before and how
he had eaten her for hours. How she loved to have her pussy sucked. Just
thinking about it made her begin to get wet between her thighs. She wondered
if the repair man could tell what was happening to her..wondered if he could
smell her animal odor as she became aroused.
The dishwasher repair man was sitting on the floor working on the broken
appliance but couldn't help notice her long tanned legs. She had crossed her
legs and her robe had parted up to her thigh.
She knew what he was thinking. Their eyes didn't meet but she knew what was
going to happen.
She decided to sit Indian-style. Pushing the robe between her legs, she
watched as the repair man tried to continue repairing the dishwasher.
The thought of an early morning fuck was always a turn-on for her. The
thought of fucking a complete stranger excited her even more.
So she let the robe ride up on her legs.
"Can I take you up on that cup of coffee now?" the repair man asked.
"Certainly," she said, rising out of the seat she letting her robe climb even
higher towards her waist.
As she walked close to him he could smell her musky female odor. She saw the
bulge in his pants. He's getting hard, she thought.
She poured the coffee and bent down to give it to him knowing her robe would
part and he'd have a lovely view of her breasts.
"Thank you," he said smiling and looking at her breasts.
She smiled back and said, "Oh I'm sure it'll be worth it."
He put the coffee down on the floor and pulled her towards him -- his hands
grasping her ass cheeks under the robe. He kissed her lips..kissed her
neck..kissed her ears. He lifted the robe and slowly touched her wetness. He
moved down to kiss her breasts. Opened her robe and let it fall off her
shoulders. Moved his face further down passed her stomach to her cunt.
"Oh," she whispered, spreading her legs so he could taste more.
They moved to the kitchen table. She still had her robe on but it was hiked
above her waist and her tits were hanging out. The repair man was massaging
them as he continued to eat her.
"Oh, that feels so good!" she said as she reached for the front of his pants.
She unbuttoned them, pulled them down and started slowly pulling his cock up
and down.
"Stick it in me. Fuck me now," she said. The repair man obliged. He had a
thick cock -- thicker than her lover's and about the same size. But since the
repair man was shorter than Bob, his cock looked bigger in proportion to the
rest of his body.
"Oh you're big, aren't you," she said as he inserted his cock into her juicy
cunt.
She had spread her legs wide on the kitchen table to accomodate his cock and
now he was slowly moving in and out of her hot twat in a circular motion.
"Oh god, that feels so good," she said.
"And so do you," he whispered.
She reached down to her clit and rubbed it as the repair man started moving
faster.
"I'm close," she said. And then, "Now, I'm coming! Oh, I'm still coming!
More!"
The repair man was starting to breathe harder and she knew he was getting
close.
"Make me come again!" she yelled as her body moved with the same circular
motion the repair man had been using.
"Now!" he yelled.
The repair man started licking her tits. She was still ready for more
fucking. She grabbed the repair man's limp cock and started sucking it. It
didn't take long and he was hard again.
She continued sucking and soon the repair man said, "I'm gonna come. Take it
all now."
She started making circular motions with the guy's cock in her mouth and he
yelled, "Here we go!"
She took it all, smiled at him. He moved over to the kitchen sink and found a
paper towel. He cleaned himself off and zippered his pants.
She felt wonderful. "About the dishwasher..."
He smiled back and said, "You just had a spoon caught in the rotor. Its fine
now."
She insisted on paying him the service charge -- $25 -- and as she wrote out
the check he put his hand under her robe.
"You've got to stop now," she said. He smiled and just keep rubbing her clit.
Pretty soon, she started moaning and he brought her off again-- this time just
with his hand.
"I've got to go, but if you ever need me again, here's my number," he said as
he handed her a receipt for the check...
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"Electronic Erotica", volume 1, number 6.
Date: 17 Jun 89 03:14:18 GMT
CONTENTS:
Intro to eEros
Lounging
The Seance
A Pleasant Visitor
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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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LOUNGING
It's godawful hot outside. Not too humid, but the kind of heat that bears down
if you're not in the shade and almost disappears if you are. The husband and
kids are away for the day, she can be more informal. After the morning run she
showers and puts the shorts back on with only a bathing suit top. The day to
herself, she stretches out on the lounge chair in the backyard with her summer
novel.
After only a few pages though, she finds that she just can't get HIM out of
her mind. She can still feel him against her even though they were only
together for 36 hours last weekend.
The backyard is enclsoed by hedges and fences. As her mind wanders she need
not worry if her hand finds itself slowly stroking her cunt from the outside
of her shorts. Her nipples harden as she remebers him rubbing her ass gently
as they rode up the elevator together. They kissed after they came through
the door to his apartment.
She remembers his body and what they did and her fingers slide beneath her
shorts and the satin panties beneath, stroking the lips of her vagina softly.
He had done that too, sitting next to her on the bed, one hand fingering her
while the other carressed her nipples, her chest and her stomach.
It had been some time since she had experienced a new man, with new smells and
tastes, a different smile and life and a new style of loving. Never in a
hurry, he had gently played with her pussy until she was so wet and hot that
she literally pushed him onto his back and mounted him, almost coming as he
penetrated her. He pinched and rubbed her nipples as she slid up and down on
him, grinding herself against and around his hardness.
It was also a time for her to be reassured that she certainly could still make
a man beg her to finish him off, as he did when she sucked him. She loved the
way he squirmed beneath her and groaned, how his stomach and thighs tightened
up when she finally gave him the long hard strokes that emptied his sweet
balls into her mouth.
Each foot is now planted on the deck on each side of the lounge chair. Her
eyes are closed and her back is slightly arched as she slowly fingers herself,
rubbing her wet clit as her mind goes back to the feel of his cock rubbing
against her ass just before he entered her from behind. His cock filling her
pussy and his finger slipping in and out of her ass as he whispered into her
ear the effect watching her muscular back and wonderful ass was having on him
as he fucked her.
The hottest memory was his tongue. Men love to be sucked but they're often
publicly hypocritical about it, using derisive terms to refer to women who
enjoy giving head. Women aren't so stupid, they appreciate men who love to eat
pussy and this man, if he were a woman and roles were reversed, would be
considered a real slut.
He took his time and used his tongue, lips, fingers, nose and face to bring
pleasure to her. So slow and wet at first, the sweet bastard kept her going
for almost an hour. He tongued her ass while a finger squirmed into her and
another tapped her clit gently. Tap...tap....taptaptap. He used long full
tongued strokes that started at her ass and covered her pussy lips and ended
at her clit. His hands, usually cupping her ass cheeks, periodically reached
up to rub her breasts.
She loved it. The idea of a man lying between her legs and catering to her
needs always turned her on and the memory of this man, new, hard and so
accomodating, wanting her to come all over his face after licking and sucking
her for an hour. She had finally grapped his head and taken her release
grinding herself against his tongue, his face. For the first time in a long
time she felt as if she really lost it, didn't care how loud she was or what
she screamed in the night, her hands grabbed his head so closely. His tongue
in the final moments somehow knew just what she wanted. Someone at sometime
had taught this boy but good. Fast wet tongue on her clit making her cum.
Thinking about it a week later on the deck in her backyard, the summer sun
beat down, making her sweat as her fingers rubbed her pussy, pretending that
they were his lips, his tongue, his fingers. She thought he'd probably like to
see her this way, soaked with sweat, nipples showing through her top, hand in
her pants, moving her hips against it.
Yes, if only he were here now...just as she came she thought he was standing
next to her, leaning against the lounge chair, nude. Stroking his hard cock as
he watches her bring herself off...she reaches up and gently rubs his
balls...she can see his muscles tightening and that beautiful look on his
face. She comes, loudly, closing her eyes. As she does she is sure she can
hear him and feel his warm cum spurting across her chest and stomach.....
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THE SEANCE
After dinner the clamor for a seance renewed, and of course in the
end--after the usual mutterings from the Colonel about "poppycock" and
"much better to have a good round of whist"--it was decided.
Accordingly, we cleared the drawing room and set the large table in the
center, covered with a cloth of heavy purple velvet which Lady Elma
produced "to propitiate the spirits." Indeed, the ladies had a great
flutter about doing it all properly--sitting around the table, holding
hands, with our feet placed on the top of our neighbors' (or underneath,
as the case might be) so as to detect any trace of attempted mortal
meddling. For, as Lady Elma most properly pointed out, "There was no
point to doing it at all unless you were prepared to do it seriously!"
At last we were settled, fairly widely spaced at the table, our legs and
arms stretched out to our neighbors, with the candles doused and the
curtains tightly drawn. For a few moments there were titters as people
adjusted themselves---"I say, Harry, don't stamp so on my toes!"--but at
last silence fell, a heavy, expectant silence undisturbed even by the
winds outside.
In such an atmosphere, it is difficult to mark the passing of time, so
it is nearly impossible for me to say how long we waited thus, and I
suppose I had fallen into a sort of reverie (helped along by the wine),
when all of a sudden I became aware of a touch against my leg. I held
my breath--for in my near-trance I was almost prepared for it to be a
ghost--and for a moment nothing happened. Then it came again--a gentle
touch, as of a hand beginning a tentative caress upon my thigh. It
continued--it was unmistakeable--someone or something was stroking my
thigh, and indeed if one could judge from appearances its intentions
were far from innocent, for it slowly proceeded towards my crotch and at
last began lightly stroking the fabric against my private parts. For
the moment I was stunned--still really unsure of the reality of what was
happening, so suddenly had it begun, and also increasingly aware of the
pleasure stealing over me from the touch. I was, furthermore, becoming
aware that I must above all keep still, for my neighbors would of course
detect the slightest motion of my limbs, and after the incident of the
night before I was determined not to be thought the culprit again. But
scarcely had I time to caution myself thus then my self-control was put
to the test, for I became aware of a hand unbuttoning my trousers, and
then suddenly warm, soft fingers were reaching in, grasping my member,
and drawing it, stiffening, forth. The quick touch nearly made me
gasp--I caught myself in time, and deliberately set myself to relax my
limbs lest they betray me. By now I was far too engrossed in the
possibilities which awaited to wonder--or care--what or who could
possibly be touching me thus: fingers were holding me gently, and at
last the unmistakeable warmth and wetness of a tongue touched the eager,
the trembling, the exquisitely sensitive tip of my cock. I shut my eyes
against the darkness, trying to imagine what was happening--lips,
tongue, flashing teeth, my rod slowly entering the welcome cavity--but
suddenly the touch was withdrawn. My cock launched itself helplessly
out into the blackness, into the air, feeling itself abruptly
deserted--I held my breath once more in an agony of hope, and at last!
was rewarded by the delicious sensation once again of a tongue's caress.
It continued--it slowly welcomed more and more of my desperately aroused
flesh into the soft friction. I yearned to thrust still further inward;
the slow suspense was tantalizing torture, the more so because I knew I
_must_not_ move, and the degrees by which the lips--those glorious
lips!--made their soft and lubricious progress first onward and then
withdrawing backward along what felt like a yard of acutely tingling
penis, were nearly unbearable. A centimeter forwards, an inch of bliss
as my whole body nearly shuddered with the deliberateness of it--then an
inch back--an inch of combined pleasure and tension, with always the
fear that the touch would disappear as it had come. I could feel the
tongue as well, moving against the underside of my rod in slow circles
as the lips worked slowly upwards, till at last! I was fully enclosed,
so firmly and warmly held that I could almost imagine myself engulfed in
the wet haven of a woman's sex.
By that time my heart was pounding, and my breathing was in grave danger
of becoming audible--I was thus almost grateful for the pause as this
ethereal lover ceased to move and held me, pulsing in every limb, but
especially in that which was so wonderfully embedded in the ghostly
mouth. All was still silent in the room, and I realized that I had no
idea at all how much time had passed--perhaps the others would soon
become restless and--awful thought!--break up our circle before this
mystery had had its way with me! Whatever it was, it seemed to have had
the same thought, for in a moment I felt it slowly begin again, this
time with a stronger rhythm and a firmness of touch which made me wonder
whether the experience might not be over all too soon. And now, too, a
new sensation was added: that of soft hands once more touching me, this
time sliding over my now slick sex while those gentle, gentle lips still
sucked and licked at its very tip. I felt a dangerous pleasure
beginning to mount as the rhythm went to my head--my whole body was
concentrated in this one member, consumed with the mesmerizing
sensations of my penis, sliding, sliding effortlessly within that smooth
grasp, until in my mind's eye I could nearly see the woman kneeling
between my legs, the penis disappearing deep into her mouth and
emerging, sliding past her lips and their pressure, her tongue and its
exquisite friction, while her hands cradled my balls and added an almost
distractingly delicate tickling to the already overwhelming pleasure.
Then I imagined her beneath me, lying open before me as I entered her
again and again, each time feeling her outer lips grasp me and then her
wet, warm sex give way before my thrust, her hips moving around the root
of my rod and sending pleasure through my belly and bones as I sought to
bury my entire length--nay my entire body--within her. The fantasy was
so complete that at last I felt the imperative sperm surge up within
me--I was in the grasp of a rhythm too strong to resist, and with an
uncontrollable shudder I felt myself spurt forth the pent-up desires and
liquids of a month's abstinence.
I think I gasped--I must have quivered--but as the force of my orgasm
died away and I came to myself I recollected what had indeed been
forgotten in the preceding ecstasy--that I was surrounded by people.
Had anyone detected my agitation? All was silent in the darkness--I
waited in an agony of suspense as the silence drew itself out into what
seemed like hours, and then--"I say, have we got to sit here very much
longer?" came the cheerful voice of Harry Vane. "Yes--I say--it's
deuced dark." "And my foot's gone to sleep!" chimed in Miss Pearson and
Freddy Postlethwaite. A snore from my left announced that the Colonel
was oblivious. The lights came up--Lady Elma, standing match in hand by
the candelabra, asked cheerfully, "Has anyone detected a ghost?"
Various voices responded in the negative--I was seized by a sudden fear
lest my trousers (as absurd though this is!) be unbuttoned--I contrived
to examine them, and found them secure! What had happened? An
ingenious ghost--a cautious ghost! Ah--a voluptuous ghost! I looked up
and caught Lady Elma's smile as she looked at me, archly, and a sudden
suspicion crossed my mind--was that a trace of moisture on her lovely
lips? Or merely lamplight . . .
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A PLEASANT VISITOR
I could tell it had been a long day for you as soon as you walked through the
door. I'd flown in for the weekend, a relatively rare visit and let myself
in with your key. dinner was ready and the food and wine seemed to bring your
spirits up a bit. After dinner and dishes talk of the day, easy cuddling and
some talk of the future.
You suggested a backrub, both to get your kinks out and to help us both relax.
In the candlelight I'm reminded how much a simple pleasure it can be to watch
someone you love undress in front of you. Some things are so mundane but so
important.
Naked beneath the sheets and warm comforters you can lounge on your stomach
while I slide my hands over your shoulders, spine and sides. There's some
tension that I spend some time kneading out, a smile spreads across your face
when I squeeze the right knotted muscle. The wine probably helps, providing a
a fuzzy veil over everything we do and feel.
Originally I'm straddled over you so I can really work on your back but after
fifteen or twenty minutes I want to settle down and slide down next to you,
lying on my side, leaning against yours. I still have a hand sliding over your
back, from the shoulders down to the small, but no anatomical efforts now,
just the warm comforting feeling of skin brushing against skin.
Every few strokes I include your ass and the backs of your thighs in my palm's
tour of your back. You ass and thighs are always nice and strong, from years
of running two miles a day and summers of leader teens on hikes in the
mountains of New Hampshire. Every time I do this I'm reminded of how we
concentrate on the obvious: genitals, breasts. But backs have their own
beauty, their own sensuality. So do fingers, hands, arms, knees. I'm not
usually so philosophical under the influence of soave.
Lying next to you is having its effect on me, especially after three hours on
a plane. I'm concentrating on the small of your back and your ass now, with
occasional forays back to your shoulders. You smell of your day at work and I
taste the saltiness as I lick and kiss a shoulder and then your neck. You
smile again, knowing what I'm up to, probably having waited for me start since
the backrub began.
Stroking your ass I let my hand slip between your cheeks, slightly deeper with
every other move or so, tickling you a bit but also beginning to brush against
your pubic hairs from behind. You part your legs just slightly and giggle,
turning your head toward me and giving me the kind of smile that attracted me
to you in the first place.
I'm still mostly rubbing your ass but more and more a finger or two are
stroking your lips as they slip down, spending more and more time lightly
brushing. You sigh and I leave my hand embedded between your legs, a finger
lying across the length of your exposed lips, lightly moving side to side,
pressing slightly. You squirm a bit and move closer to me, kissing my arm and
nibbling a bit, then licking slowly. My hand starts to move up and down more,
the tip of my middle finger slipping just inside at the bottom of each stroke.
You turn and look me directly in the eyes and move toward me, mouth slightly
open. I feel more wetness and slip a full finger inside you. You moan just a
bit as our mouths meet and tongues slide against each other. I start to move
my finger slowly inside you, moving a bit deeper. You part your legs a bit
more, I slip a second finger inside. My middle finger moves toward your clit,
you're raising your ass slightly off the bed. I'm rubbing your clit very
gently and start kissing your back again as you break off the kiss.
Slowly I lick my way down your back, I've always liked your taste, until I
reach your ass. Your legs and ass are moving slowly against my hand now and
I use the other to part your ass cheeks. My tongue slides down to you asshole
and when it touches and I press against it, I can hear you let out a full
breath. I whisper for you to flip over.
I'm lying between your legs, stroking the insides of your thighs and pulling
gently on your pubic hairs with my lips. Long slow strokes of my tongue bottom
to top along the lips of your wet cunt, slight pause at the end when I reach
your clit. Slow and easy and then drawing your lips briefly between mine, then
slipping my tongue inside. Your left hand slides down and rests on top of my
head. I slide one finger and then two inside and continue licking, more and
more on your clit as you're getting higher, holding my head tighter aginast
you as I start to move faster, still full tongued. It's easy to tell when
you're getting really high and I look up to see that glazed over countenance
through half open eyelids.
Your noisiness really has its effect on me, I'm very hard and becoming totally
immersed in your soundssmelltaste and the fact that you're starting to shiver,
one hand holding my head against you more tightly, the other is rubbing your
nipples. A finger slides against your asshole now.
My thumb is in your cunt and I slip a finger into your ass. I can sense your
close to cumming and I suddenly shake my head from side to side very rapidly
You lose it. Legs and feet sliding against the sheets my face is pressing
against wet musky womansmell held closely by a desperate hand. Your groans
remind me again of how much I'm turned on by the sounds of lovemaking. When I
was in college I couldnt help hear roomates and their lovers. I'd bring myself
off as they did.
I move up over you and we hold each other tight, kisses, whispers, warmth. You
still move against me and raise your legs in invitation. And I thought you
were worn from work. Six weeks of separation can make people very horny. I
slip in very easily. The initial rush almost makes me lose control but I pause
and then start screwing. Your hands slide along my back and sides and I nibble
and kiss you neck and lips. After five or ten minutes it's like a slow dance.
We move against each other. I can feel your muscles holding me, the heat and
wetness are just what I need. You're whispering in my ear, "Baby wants to cum,
doesnt he?", "Go ahead baby, don't hold back."
I move off you a bit and you stroke my chest with your hands. You've decided
that I want this to last a bitlonger and move a hand down to your clit, not
too sensitive to be rubbed.
We're totally out of time. A dance out of time. Good fucking is not just
refusing to answer the phone if it rings, it's refusing to even hear it. Now
we're both very high. Thighs against thighs, sweating stomachs, staring into
each other eyes. The eye contact could be the thing that finsihes us both.
It does. You've been working your clit quickly and slip over some brink,
vaginal muscles taking me with you. I feel it start in my balls and it shoots
right up my back and stomach muscles, rippling through my body. Just like it
always does when we make it last. There are times for quick and hard, but this
had to be slow and smooth. My head snaps up and I scream.
We remain entwined for long after, enjoying the aftershocks and union after
a long time apart.
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Daryl VanHorne, editor, "Electronic Erotica" (eEros)
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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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