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Electronic Eros - Volume 1, Number 8
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
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"Electronic Erotica", volume 1, number 8.
CONTENTS:
Letter from the Editor
Intro to eEros
A New Year
Her Master (B&D Menage a Troi)
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LETTER FROM THE EDITOR
With the wealth of erotics stories recently posted, I wonder if eEros
may no longer be needed or wanted in alt.sex. I haven't received any
new material for several months now, and will certainly have to stop
publishing eEros if I have nothing to print. If this is what the readers
want, eEros will vanish, possibly for the better since people now seem
less shy about posting their stories directly. It's up to you.
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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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A NEW YEAR
Mark had not enjoyed New Year's Eve since the year in high school when he and
Buddy waited outside the liquor store and scored a bottle of gin a college guy
bought for them. Since then, he'd gone to polite parties, made uneasy
chitchat, and left alone soon after midnight.
Still, Mark had been glad when Buddy phoned him at the dorm. New Year's party
at Greg's house. Sure, why not? Now, as he drove down the hill toward Greg's,
Mark began his pre-party confidence rap:
Weight: check. Actually I'm thin right now. Tall, dark and thin. Hair looks
good. Sharp new sweater. Remember to drink the first beer fast. Be loose.
Smile. Circulate. Meet all available women. Look into their eyes, deeply,
deeply. You are irresistible, sensitve, patient--oh, so patient. Hell, I was
patient with Dora. Left high school a virgin. Wish I'd stayed one after laying
that nympho Margaret while Will watched. Okay, this party isn't a swap meet,
just the old gang looking for a good time. And this year, I am going to have a
good time!!
And it wasn't a bad time at all. Ten guys, ten women, about half couples, half
singles. Mark downed three beers trading notes with the guys, and then found
himself warmly reminiscing with Sue, his first date ever in junior high. Sue
was majoring in forestry at UC Davis and had been seeing a guy named Robert
for more than a year. That revelation made Mark both time-conscious and guilty
that he was losing interest in Sue's story.
Mark politely disengaged, then wandered into a conversation with Buddy and
Janet, seldom shall they part, Walter and Vivian, and Elaine.
Elaine. A monument, Elaine. Nearly straight A's in high school, friendly but
aloof. Promising curves. Dark, curly hair. A too-understanding look. Mark had
not been ready for an Elaine, and now, as he glanced up at her, a sensation of
chilling anxiety overwhelmed him.
Elaine was not smiling at him the way people smile at parties. She was smiling
as if he had returned from the seas, as if ...
"I was hoping you'd be here, Mark."
(Okay, get it together. Steady, steady. Smile. Good.) "It's great to see you
Elaine. How's Berkeley?"
Unbelievable. The others were wandering off. Elaine walked up to him, The
Smile playing across her soft, wise face. "Berkeley has its moments, but I
want to know about you. Let's sit down somewhere."
Detour for beer. A couch. Elaine: "Mark, I don't want to make you uptight, but
I promised myself this if you were at the party, so here it goes. In high
school, I always hoped you'd take me out. I was too shy to do anything about
it, or about dating at all. I know we're different now, but maybe we can leave
early and find out about each other.
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Twenty after midnight. Mark and Elaine at Howard Johnson's, ignoring burgers.
Mark, wondering whether he's simply digging being wanted or whether the
incredible pull he's feeling toward Elaine is real. She tells him about her
two lovers, her two breakups, the pressure of her studies, the longing she
feels for a relationship with all the trimmings--care, support, sharing.
There's no question about the entree.
Mark relates his non-history candidly. "Dora and I were shy, even after a
year. I think our shyness about sex kept us from getting close in other ways.
At UCLA it's been a lot of studying, a few dates and that magic encounter with
Margaret. But this is going to be my year."
"Do you know what you want, Mark? What's your image?"
"Equal parts libido and friendship. She's a bit overwhelmed taking care of her
Uncle Fred's summer home at Malibu. She spots me one day as I'm handily
repairing the dorm bike rack. She asks me if I can lend her a hand at the
beach. The beginning of an epoch."
Elaine, smiling and shaking her head with delight: "My folks are in Hawaii and
one of the kitchen cabinet doors is loose. Want to tempt fate?"
In the front door two steps and locked in a clinch. Elaine's lips like melting
butter, her tongue gently inquisitive. Mark's hands wildly stroking her back,
her sides, her ass. Elaine, clutching at his shoulders, rubbing his hair.
On the floor, frenching, tearing off each other's clothes. His tongue rolling
through neck hollow and down, into the valley of her breasts, now up, reveling
in the firmness of her left nipple. She moans as he sucks, hard, his right
hand moving to her other breast, stroking, kneading, pressing and rolling the
nipple. His left hand finds her hot and moist. His middle finger probes,
joined by an index finger with radar for her clit. Her moans become higher,
shorter bursts that spur him to stronger movements with his fingers, harder
stroking with his tongue as he sucks. With a sustained scream Elaine arches
and comes.
Mark has never felt so virile, competent and hot. Resting on an elbow, waiting
for Elaine's panting to subside, he focuses on his cock. (Fuck her, you're
gonna fuck her hard, fuck her, fuck her.) It's turning him on too much. He
shakes off the sensation and blurts: "Pill, you on the pill?"
"Yes, and no diseases. If you have any problems, say so fast," and she slides
around to his ramrod and takes the head in her mouth, rolling her tongue
around it, sucking. Mark lets out a loud "aaaaaaaaah!!" and reaches for her
ass. He pushes her to him and plunges his tongue into her. She is slowly
moving her lips up and down on him, grabbing handfulls of his ass. Mark's
going to pop soon, but he is light years beyond restraint. Unbelievably, she
rolls under him, and says, "Go." Mark manages four strokes and explodes.
In the shower together. Mark: "Why me, Elaine?"
"I liked your mind, and I thought you were cute. I fantasized about you. I
can't believe it's happening like this."
"Shut your eyes, Elaine." Kneeling down to her, tongue on her, in her, the hot
water playing on his back, her taste and silkiness and the return of her moans
reawakening him. Thinking he could die this way.
"Mark, it's so intense! Let's dry each other off."
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As he tamped at Elaine, Mark was struck by the whiteness of her skin and the
beauty of her breasts, large, firm and crowned by delicate pink tits, hard
nipples. Her hand reached for him, found him ready. "Perfect," she said. They
both laughed as his cock bobbed.
In bed. In Elaine. Enjoying self-control, and her moans, her soft walls, her
breasts, her. Steady, serious strokes. Elaine's feet up and around him. "Give
it to me Mark, do it." Mindsnap. Banging, pumping, fucking her, hard. More,
more. Fucking, fucking, and that scream again, high and sustained. Mark felt
the come rising. He slammed again, again, as hard as he could, his mind
flashing vivid emerald patterns as an incredible spurt surged through him and
his screams joined Elaine's. Mark blasted and yelled, felt turned inside out,
saw colors never seen, felt pleasure beyond imagination, and then, still
pumping and never wanting to stop, he snapped clear. There lay Elaine, gasping
and smiling, still moving with him. Their eyes gently engaged and they held
each other tightly as the aftershocks subsided.
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HER MASTER
The phone conversation had been short but the message had been interesting
enough to get her warmed up. Her Master was bringing a friend, a stranger to
her, home to share their play tonight. She hoped her hardening nipples did not
show through her blouse or that anyone geussed she was getting wet between her
legs. Her Master was bringing someone new for her to satisfy along with him.
She wondered all day about what he would have her do, what they would do to
her that night.
She arrived home early and undressed, waiting as directed in the play room.
The play room was a sizeable, well heated room of mats, leather padded
furniture, and various kinds of toys used for the pleasure they sought. The
girl had served many men and women in this room and had endured much pleasure
and pleasure/pain. Each time it was different as each of life's experiences
are different for those who know where to look and how to look.
The girl sat in the dimly lit room, the light of candles playing across her
taught, strong body, clothed only in a thin gold chain around her waist. She
waited with anticipation and was tempted to touch herself, to rub her clit and
pinch her nipples as she waited for the men. She did so momentarily but
remembered that her pleasure was greatest when she waited to take her pleasure
at her Master's hands and under his knowledge.
The men arrived on time and entered the playroom accompanied by the music and
the candlelight. She knew to greet the Stranger and she went to him, looking
into his eyes and running her fingers up and down his chest. She licked his
nipples and then kissed him softly. Then she looked to her Master who smiled
warmly and motioned toward the wall.
They stood the Stranger against the warm, padded wall and placed his wrists in
leather thongs firmly attached to the wall. His arms were now held above his
head.
She looked again to the Master who smiled, looked down at the man's semi-
erect cock and then to the Girl. "Make him feel excrutiating pleasure while I
watch. Make him beg for release. Serve him well and I will be pleasured also."
She began by pressing her nude body against his, close against the wall.
Licking and nibbling his neck and shoulders as her hard breasts brushed
against his chest. She leaned forward and bit his ears and kissed him hard and
long on the mouth. Her tongue let him know its skill and what it would do to
him shortly. The Girl moved slowly downward, licking his chest and biting his
nipples as she dropped to her knees. By the time she reached his cock he was
almost hard.
Her tongue ran up and down the underside, and then the other surfaces of his
warm rod. She looked up at him and saw his approval and then over to her
Master, who was slowly stroking his cock in voyeuristic delight. She held the
cock tightly in her hand and began to slurp and suck just the head, being
careful not to go any further. Her tongue licked the tiny slit at the end and
traced invisible wet lines around the edge.
She looked up at him again and saw the pleasure building in his face.
The Girl took his cock in her mouth and began to suck in earnest. Slow strokes
taking more and more of his warm rod into her mouth, lips holding and
caressing him. Saliva building until slurping and sucking sounds could be
heard clearly above the quiet background music.
The Stranger was very high now and after looking into his glazed eyes again,
she began to deep throat him. Hers was a communication with her subject with
his eyes and the trmors through his body telling her much about what he felt
and what he needed for his satisfaction.
The Master watched all of this with a smile, applying oil to his cock and
continuing to stroke its full length, slowly but without ever stopping. The
clue, he had learned long ago, was to escalate pleasure until it is pain or
almost so, and not to let the subject decide when he or she receive relief.
Another must do that. He had taught her how to do that to men; how to make
herself a true instrument of pleasure. She would do that for this man and
later they would both do the same to her, in the ways she needed.
He gained satisfaction not just in teaching her and deriving pleasure from
her, but in watching her pleasure others. So many men are only boys, still
making snide remarks among themselves about what they had experienced the
night before or drooling over crass girly magazines. For them sex was still
dirty, something of the schoolyard even though they might be decades older.
For him, and for the Girl, pleasure was life, a continuing work of art, an
expansion of the mind and senses to offset the foolishness of day to day
existence.
And as he watched hew realized all over again what an artist she was. Watching
her was like watching a great dancer. Her lips and mouth on his cock, the
expressions on her face, the careful movement of hands and fingers. She knew
how to play men like instruments. He saw the strong muscles of her back and
legs and the long dark hair down her back. He heard the smacking and slurping
sounds as she sucked this man into oblivion and it was more enticing than most
music. Months before he had had a video camera system installed in the play
room. Everything they all did that night would be recorded and at another time
she would suck him while he watched it all over again.
Now she was stroking his cock long and hard while she licked his balls. The
Stranger was showing signs of losing control and she must watch him closely as
he neared his point of saturation. She stopped, looked up into his eyes and
clamped her strong fingers around the base of his cock. The Stranger cringed
and begged her not to stop. The Master smiled as she looked to him. After the
Stranger had cooled down a bit she sat back on her haunches and began to
slowly finger herself as he watched. She looked directly into his eyes as she
worked herself. He squirmed, unable to finish himself off.
Finally she leaned forward again and began sucking him again. Her mouth met
the contours of his rock hard penis, tongueing the sensitive spots, letting
him feel her throat and then stopping again when he got too close.
Then she sat back again and ran two fingers against her clit and into her
vagina for his and her Master's enjoyment. She looked at her Master who had
been stroking himself and maintaining control throughout. She wondered what he
would do. When the Stranger came would we walk the two steps over, bear her
face before him and come on it?
She turned her attention back to the Stranger who was rapidly crossing the
border between pleasure/pleasure and pleasure/pain. Nothing she had done was
painful in the usual sense of the word, quite the opposite. But she knew how
to prevent him from gaining his release and that was causing him much distress
and the tension built in his balls and cock, in his heart and lungs - and in
his legs. He could not be still now and the Master warned him that if he were
not still he would never order her to finish him off.
The ceremony had gone on for an hour now. The Stranger was holding in place
but was shaking and crying in pleasure/pain. She was especially hot to him
now, asking him in a soft voice if he wanted to come on her. Blowing hot
breath against his cock and balls. Slurping loudly as she sucked him and
licking his balls as she deep throated him and buried her nose in his pubic
hair at the end of a long slow stroke.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw her Master nod slightly in signal.
She reached behind him and stuck a wetted finger in the Stranger ass and
quickly inserted it up to the second knuckle. She began to stroke his cock
swiftly in tip to base strokes, the wet cock making shlapp! sounds each time
she did so. The Stranger shook even more now, so much so that she thought he
might pass out. And then he began to thrash about wildly in his bonds and
scream. heading snapping to and fro.
His cock had been pointed slightly upward and the cum which had been building
up in larger and larger quantities during his ordeal suddenly spurted in gobs
across the gap to her neck, breasts and chin. As soon as the first spurt was
out she devoured him quickly, burined his quivering rod in her mouth and then
her throat. Sucking him hard and long until he was dry... and still. The
Stranger cried in relief. The Master still stood, muscles distended but still
in control of himself, and the performance.
After a period of time the Stranger had regained some measure of composure and
was released from his bonds. No sooner had he been released than the Master
supervised the Girl's tying.
Using the same leather thongs attached to the wall she was positioned almost
standing with her hands spread against the wall and her legs spread as well.
Among policmen the world over this is commonly know as "the position" subjects
assume against a wall while they are searched. Facing a wall, the individual
is bent slightly with legs spread and hands spread flat and apart on the wall.
Only the Girl's hands were tied to the wall and the position ensured that
although her legs were not tied, she had very limited freedom of movement.
The Stranger knelt between her legs now in front of her, his back to the wall
and began to eat her. Soon she would find one of the reasons why the Master
had brought this particular man along tonight. He could do to her what she had
just done to him...and with equal skill.
He licked her slit and sucked roughly on her clit as a finger was inserted
inside her. After a period of watching the Master approached and stuck one of
his fingers into her ass and fucked her with his finger as she squirmed
against her bonds.
The Master moved to her side and pulled gently on her nipple rings and then
took two pieces of twine and tied them to the rings. The lines were then run
to the wall through two separate rings attached to the wall. At the end of
each line the Master tied a small weight. A small lead weight like a fishing
sinker, except these were encased in black velvet. In this way, there would be
a constant tug on her nipples and if she moved sharply the weights would be
pulled and bounce and tug a bit more. They would be like two extra hands
pinching her nipples as the Master used his own hands elsewhere.
The Stranger ministrations and the weights on her nipples had placed the girl
in a state of escalating pleasure, frustrated by the position which prevented
her from moving too much and posed a challange to her strong back and legs.
Both the Stranger and the Master were enjoying watching her squirm and
watching her fine muscles stand out against the tnesion of her position.
The Master began to softly stroke her ass and back, massaging the well toned
and tanned muscles, fingering her anus.
And then he slapped her across the ass. Smoothing her ass and then, slap! And
again, slap! Now she had to contend with real pleasure/pain. The expert tongue
on her cunt and a finger exploring her vagina. The weights on her nipples and
now her Master's spanking. He continued until her ass was red.
He then began to lick it. Slowly all over. The cheeks, her anus, everything.
She had to continue squirming being probed and worked on all sides.
And then she felt the soft tip of her Master large cock at the entrance of her
vagina. A second later he had sunk into her up to his balls. She was suddenly
filled. She felt his strong legs against the back of hers.
The passion that had built in him as he had watched her suck the Stranger and
as he had watched the Stranger cause her to squirm in her bonds was now
directed through his fucking. He slid in and out of her with long strokes
while the Stranger continued the dance of his tongue on her clit and the
weights pulled on her nipples.
The Master reached around and forward and taking the placed of the weights,
took her nipples between his fingers and squeezed hard. She inhaled sharply.
He continued fucking her hard and fast. The room filled with their animal
sounds. She came again and again and she knew that her pressure would be that
the Master might not let her rest, that he would keep her coming until she
collpased against the wall or until he was ready to satisfy himself.
They continued, the three of them as the perspiration ran down her lovely
muscled back and as her juices ran down her legs and over the Stranger's face.
Sweat had broken out on her brow and the salty liquid stung her eyes as it
dripped down her face. She sounded like an animal in heat, breathing like a
marathon runner. The sensations came from her cunt, her nipples and her clit
and there was also the strain from her legs and back which had been building
from the position they were in.
The Master motioned to the Stranger to pick up the dildo nearby and the
plastic cock replaced the real one as the Master stood back momentarily. The
Stranger was now running the dildo in and out of her as he licked her clit.
The Master poised himself and placed his cock at her ass. Slowly he entered
her and when he had done so he moved his hips in a rotating motion along with
the penetrations and withdrawals. The tightness was what he wanted and as he
reached forward again to pinch her nipples he could feel the cum flowing from
his balls, finally being welcomed by his self control.
She was coming again and he decided to join her. Grunted and burying his face
in her wet back, he came in her ass as she bucked violently against him. Their
screams came in unison and her body tensed once more.
Bonds released, the three lay on the mat like athletes just having completed a
hard one game. Panting, in a pile and slumped against each other to take in
the smells and tastes and each others warmth.
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End of "Electronic Erotica", volume 1, number 8.
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