by Carl East
I was so ready for a fuck, which was evident from his finger action, as I was soaked down there. I then felt his cock through his trousers and realized why they called him meat. What a specimen, I thought, a good nine inches and thick. I unzipped him with ease, and then pulled his package free; my eyes lit up—what a cock. I had to taste him at that point, so I lowered my head and licked the end. His cock jerked as I sucked the end into my mouth then I tried to go as far as possible down his shaft.
He was too big though, and I could only manage about halfway. I could taste a little pre-cum that was salty and looked forward to the real payload. I couldn't wait to feel this monster inside me, but was happy to continue my sucking as he moaned, sitting back on the couch. I tried very hard to get his cock down my throat, but it was no good, his thickness made it too difficult.
Then I felt him jerk and knew I was about to be rewarded for my efforts, as the first stream of cum hit the back of my throat, a little more forcefully than I had anticipated. I swallowed as much as I could, but found it almost impossible to take it all as some escaped from the corner of my mouth. Bringing my fingers up I scooped it all into my mouth, hearing him moan even louder as I brushed the end of his cock, and then swallowing the final drops.
He must have wanted to return the favor, for the next thing I know he is kneeling on the floor between my legs and pulling me to the edge of the couch. When his tongue touched my clitoris, it felt wonderful. I knew I was going to cum straightaway, and as he probed my pussy, that's exactly what I did. The feeling of that orgasm will forever be engraved on my mind, he knew I was Cumming and lapped it up, making it a very pleasurable experience.
Then we both removed any clothing that we hadn't already ditched and got onto the floor. He gently got on top of me, wanting to rub his cock over my body before penetrating me and then he started to kiss me again. I could feel his hardened cock pressing against my thigh, as this kiss became a long passionate affair, then I felt him guiding it to my pussy and the tip just entering me.
I so wanted to feel his hard cock at that moment that I lost control and grabbed his butt cheeks, pulling them in towards my body. His cock thrust forward, making me gasp as I received his entire length, then he moved slowly up and down, his face a picture of bliss as he fucked my cunt. My orgasms were so intense, no one had ever made me feel the way he did, and I found myself hoping that this would never end.
As if that were not good enough, he then started to go faster, making me scream out for more, as he plunged his magnificent cock as deep as it would go, before pulling out and repeating the procedure. I didn't know until that point that multiple orgasms were real, because I lost count of how many times he made me climax. My throat was feeling dry as I shouted out with ecstasy for the umpteenth time.
"Samantha, wake up, it's time for work."
I awoke, and the realization that I had been dreaming was the first thing to hit my conscious mind.
"Oh, damn it Jack, why couldn't you have left me for just ten more minutes, I was having the most incredible dream."
"Sorry love, but you'll miss your train.
"Ok, well perhaps I will have it again sometime."
I got out of bed and only then realized that my panties were soaked—that really was an incredible dream.
Rosebud
The early morning rain was slowing down. As Rose looked out the window, the splattering of water coming from her guttering and bouncing off her windowsill made it a clear indication that she needed to get it seen to.
Rosebud, or Rose to her friends, was looking forward to the coming night, for she was entertaining work colleagues of her husband's and had gotten everything ready. This event would change the way Rose looked upon sex, but she had no way of knowing that.
She set about cleaning some glasses which were stored in the shed, and made sure she placed drink mats wherever there was a chance someone would be placing a drink. Knowing that her children were being looked after by a family member, she relaxed for a couple of hours unwinding from the week's hectic schedule.
By the time six o'clock came around, everything was in place and she was looking forward to having a drink. Her husband came in at six-thirty and informed her she could expect the first guest at around eight. Then seeing everything was ready, he poured himself a drink and kissed Rose on the cheek for getting it all prepared.
At nine o'clock, the dinner party was well underway, with everyone laughing and generally having a good time. There was one man there that Rose couldn't help but notice, for he seemed to be staring at her all night; not that she minded she was aware that her slender figure was still an asset.
Her dress was a beautiful long affair, which exposed her bare back and gave away the fact that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her 38DD bust was more than capable of filling it out, as the cleavage at the front clearly demonstrated.
As the end of the night approached, her husband's friends seemed to drift off one by one, until she thought they had all gone. However, returning to the lounge, she found her admirer was still there and asked him if he would like another drink.
"Yes please," he said, handing her his glass.
Her husband then informed her that Frank would be staying the night, in their room, and they would be sleeping in the spare room, as it didn't have carpeting yet. Frank was from out of town, and would be going into work with him in the morning. Rose of course accepted this, and decided to check the bedroom in question, to make sure he had clean sheets.
By the time they had all retired for the evening, Rose was exhausted and couldn't be bothered to get into her usual nightdress, opting instead to sleep in the raw. This one event was probably the catalyst for what happened next, for only twenty minutes after retiring, she had to go to the bathroom and completely forgot she was naked.
After finishing in the bathroom, she crossed the hall and proceeded into her own room, forgetting that their guest was now under the sheets. She climbed into bed, not bothering to put the light on, for fear of disturbing her husband. Then she cuddled up to the man she thought was her lover and best friend. She thought of the stares Frank had given her and started to get aroused, then she put her hand down the sheet to grasp hold of her man's cock.
He was rock hard, but he felt different. Then she realized what she had done, shooting up straight in the bed and putting the side light on.
"Oh my God, I am so sorry, I completely forgot you had our bed," she said, her face turning crimson.
"I think I guessed that, but it was fun anyway," he replied, grinning from ear to ear.
Just then, her husband came into the room. He was quickly informed of the mix-up. He listened and then started to laugh; he found it all very amusing and they talked for a while. It was when Rose confessed that this situation had turned her on slightly, that the best night of her life began.
"You should see my wife's body—it's magnificent," said her husband, completely surprising Rose.
"I very nearly did," replied Frank.
Rose blushed, pulling the covers up a little higher and feeling trapped in the bed, as she was still naked. Her husband then asked her to move up, surprising her yet again, but getting quite aroused at the possibilities that lay ahead. She moved over, brushing against Frank's hip and then her husband climbed into the bed.
"Why don't we have a bit of fun," said her husband, pulling the covers back to reveal her breasts.
"I'm game, if you two are," Frank replied, his eyes fixed on her lovely erect nipples.
Rose was shocked and excited at the same time, but she could feel her pussy getting wetter as they commenced placing their hands onto her body. Frank rolled the nipple closest to him around with his fingers, eliciting a sigh from Rose's lips. Her husband meanwhile went straight for gold, as his finger now penetrated her moist pussy.
Her emotions were heightened as Frank's mouth suddenly started to suck her nipple; and she began to climax, having never experienced anything so erotic. Then she got bolder, reaching a hand dow
n to once again grasp hold of the cock she had felt earlier. She knew, as she rubbed it, why she had realized this wasn't her husband, as his cock was thicker, but just as long.
They then decided to get into various positions, with her husband telling her to get into his favorite. She got to her knees, her inhibitions seemingly disappearing as Frank knelt in front of her, at the head of the bed. She saw his cock for the first time and never hesitated, as she lowered her mouth over the end.
Her husband had no trouble getting into her extremely moist pussy, and proceeded to fuck her from behind for all he was worth. The moans emanating from Rose's mouth were more than enough to tell him he was doing all the right things.
Frank's cock was now well inside her mouth, as she moaned from the assault of her womanhood and starting to suck with earnest, eliciting moans of pleasure from them both. She had always dreamt of this, but never imagined it would come true, now it was happening and she was in heaven.
"Mmm... I love the feel...of your cock...in my mouth."
Her husband always had staying power and was proving it now. His pounding of her pussy suddenly increased in intensity making her moan aloud. Frank however, couldn't hold back any longer, as his cock started to jerk in her mouth and the first stream of sperm shot into the back of her waiting throat.
Rose sucked harder wanting to drain him as he came again, the taste of his seed on her tongue as she swallowed for the third time. She didn't stop sucking, wanting him to stay hard, and looking forward to feeling his cock in her cunt. Then her husband came, shouting out as his seed was pumped out into her pussy. Her second orgasm was upon her—an orgasm the like of which she had never experienced before, and one that left her feeling every bit a woman.
Then they changed places, with Rose tasting her own juices on her husband's cock, as well as the last drops of his own. She hadn't realized just how tight she was until Frank had started to enter her, his thick cock stretching her pussy lips and making her cry out with pleasure.
Frank started slowly, wanting her to get used to it being there as he realized she wasn't used to his thickness. Then when his cock was lubricated enough from her juices, he began to work it faster. She had an orgasm almost the instant his strokes speeded up, and was feeling every single inch as he ploughed into her pussy.
She had never been a multi-orgasmic person and indeed thought that that was a myth, but she now knew better for her fourth orgasm was upon her. I will never forget this night, she thought as she sucked her husband's cock and felt such a pleasure from her pussy.
By the time, her husband had cum again, her orgasms numbered six, and she could feel Frank's sperm escaping from her pussy and running down her legs. They talked for hours after that with Rose hoping—no—praying that this would happen again.
The End
The Sex Machine
The year was 3098; the day was Saturday, the time 4:30 pm. My name is Caroline and the story you are about to read is true, or at least it will be. You see, I had the privilege of being the first time-traveler; I had just arrived in the Hall of Fame. The press was there in their hundreds, and all trying to ask questions at the same time until Professor Mamit stood up calming them into silence, and assuring everybody that I would answer all their questions, but only in an orderly fashion.
"Caroline? Daily News Reporter Mike Ash here, could you tell us why this has been hushed up for so long?"
"Yes Mike, back in the year 2000 Professor Coltrain successfully created the time machine you see before you. However, in order to make sure the area was clear for my arrival, he had to buy the property we are now standing in. He then placed it in a trust, so nobody could demolish it. Then he made this very room a place where the machine could come and go through time. There are those that would see this machine as a threat, so he did this in order that nothing could go wrong, such as sabotage or overenthusiastic reporters. He told nobody except me, and then after sending me on my way, he sealed the room. His instructions were not to open it until today, and when I appeared in front of you all, I concluded that the experiment was a complete success," I said, taking a breath.
The press conference went well, if a little long, but I had been given instructions to find out as much in one day as possible. Professor Mamit had been handed a letter addressed to the curator; in it, he was instructed to help me out as much as possible.
"Where do you want to start, Caroline?" said Professor Mamit.
"We took a survey from two hundred people—male and female. In this questionnaire, they were all asked ten imaginary questions. From this we extracted the ten best answers, all the questions were to do with a supposed time-traveler, what he/she should find out about the future."
I produced the list from my jacket. Then read the ten answers.
The first and most popular response was to find out if there was going to be another world war.
"That's probably the easiest one to answer, because it's no; we've had no armed conflicts for over five hundred years and those before that time were merely internal squabbles, of which I will give you a list and the reason for them before you depart," replied the professor.
Having gone through the answers one by one, I came to the last, which I found embarrassing.
"How is sex treated in the Thirty-First Century?"
Professor Mamit laughed, but seeing the uncomfortable look on my face, he quickly regained his composure and asked me to follow him. He took me to a place that was called, 'Sex for Sale.' this alone told me that sex was no longer treated like a forbidden subject, but upon entering this establishment, I was not ready for just how open sex was here.
There on one side of the shop stood various male and female androids, all were naked with a price tag covering their chests. They looked so real; you would find it hard to tell them apart from a normal human. In another corner, were A.R. Machines, (artificial reality) that apparently made you believe that you were in any given situation? These, it turned out, were the best sellers. I asked for a demonstration, to which I was given a five-minute trial period.
The proprietor of this establishment wanted to show me his latest acquisition. I couldn't wait. He led me to a locked room, and upon entering, I found a large machine standing in the middle. Having explained that the participant would enter the machine completely naked, be strapped into the center, and then given a sexual encounter, the likes of which would blow their mind,—asked if I would like to have a go.
I didn't answer straight away, but inspected the contraption from front to back.
"Is it safe?" I eventually asked.
"Completely," he assured me, pointing to some screens that I could change behind.
While he prepared the machine I slipped out of my clothes; finding a robe draped over a chair behind the screens, I put it on.
I came back to find the machine was opened up; there were cock-looking devices in the sides of this thing and a soft table with straps for the wrists and ankles.
"Disrobe my dear and back onto the table," said the proprietor.
I disrobed stepping backwards, and then I had to lean slightly onto the table.
"Right my dear, I will just do the straps for you, close the door and start you up."
I had been shy at first, having this total stranger strapping me to a table whilst being completely naked, but he didn't so much as look at me, let alone stare, which told me that sex truly was accepted here as a part of life. Once finished, he closed the door and walked over to the control panel.
"The first thing you will hear my dear, is the machine calibrating your exact position, height and gender, which will take about thirty seconds. Then it will probe your body, searching for depths and generally measuring every inch of you. Once this is done, the machine will take you on a ride that you will not soon forget."
With that, he turned it on and then left the room closing the door behind him.
At first, there was a bit of noise coming from the machine, and then I felt something soft exploring my ski
n, starting from my feet rising up to cover my entire body. Once this had finished, I felt a gentle rubbing of my pussy and then something long, thin and smooth entered me; I assumed this was the probe, which measured depth. It felt nice, but was nothing startling. I realized that the machine was still calibrating, so I waited patiently. Then my first surprise came, the machine gripped me firmly by the waist and retracted the table I had been leaning on. I couldn't help feeling slightly afraid at this point, for I had never trusted machines in my own time. Something touched my ass—it was the probe. Oh no, I thought, I've never had anything inserted into my ass before. The probe only entered half an inch and then I could feel some kind of liquid being injected into my anus; it wasn't an unpleasant feeling, but I still did not want anything inserted into my ass. I called out to the proprietor but there was no reply. Then I was lifted slightly up and tilted forward—I was nervous at this point. Something big touched my pussy, while at the same time another thing that felt like two fingers, gently held my pussy lips apart before it entered me. My feeling of nervousness fading away as the thrill I felt took over. Slowly at first, this instrument was guided into my pussy and I could feel the ridges gently caressing my inner wall. Once it started to extract itself, it then changed its rhythm going a little bit faster—this felt good—until another one pressed the cheeks of my ass. It pushed its way into my anal passage, leaving me feeling quite exhilarated; this wasn't as bad as I thought, and then, it too gained speed. My first orgasm was coming already. I had always avoided anal sex in the past, because I did not believe it to be a natural function; this proved to me that I had been missing out.
I had cum twice before the next surprise came. I suddenly felt two hands—or what felt like hands—grip my breasts, each one tweaking my nipples with just the right pressure to turn me on further. The artificial cocks started to work harder; my juices were leaking down my thighs. Faster and faster they went, sending me in a spin of emotions. I started to scream with the pleasure I was feeling, not wanting these sensations to go away. Something else touched my cunt and started to stretch me further as it entered my pussy; it was thinner than the artificial cock but rotated rather than moving in and out. These new sensations were unbelievable, I had lost count of how many times I'd had an orgasm and started to wonder how long this pleasure was going to last.