18 Ultra Short Erotic Tales

by Carl East

  Then the final surprise came. The artificial cocks and spinning device left my body and I was then hoisted up into a crouching position and lowered on to something bigger than I had felt before. The walls to my pussy were stretched to the limit as this new cock entered my throbbing cunt. Then the machine started to lift me up and down, impaling me with this new device. I could feel it squirting something inside me, simulating a man's cum I guessed whatever it was it felt gorgeous. When it suddenly picked up the pace, I started to scream once again—this was fucking great—my orgasms were coming thick and fast. I had heard that other women had reached multiple orgasms before, but until today, I thought it was fanciful imagination, now I knew better. I started to feel weak-kneed thinking that it had to end sometime. I was coming for the last time that day, totally convinced that I was in some kind of sex machine. My shoulders were being lightly shaken; I opened my eyes to find that I was still in the A.R. machine.

  "What did you think, my dear?" said Professor Mamit.

  "That was incredible." I said, getting my breath back.

  I looked down to find my legs were sticky with my own juices; this was the best part of my mission by far. I just had to have one of those machines. Of course, I knew I would have to wait; my first priority would be to report back my findings. I made a mental note to return as soon as possible. Leaving the showroom, I turned to look at the many other things I didn't have time to see. Later, I thought.

  The End

  The Sex Virus

  The hospital was buzzing with activity that day, being a nurse I was rushed off my feet, but I didn't mind, in fact it was a challenge to me. We had had several accident victims that morning and not lost one of them, so I was feeling good about myself. The real fun started in the afternoon when a young woman was brought in half conscious; she had her hands, down her panties and was playing with herself. We could see she had a fever, as she was burning up. What we didn't know at the time was that she had contracted a virus—or how virulent it would prove to be. After running various tests and coming up empty, we tried to ask her questions, hoping that the answers might give us some clue; but she was too busy working on herself to notice our presence. When we tried to stop her from fingering herself, she became hysterical. After about an hour she calmed down a little and we asked her how this all started.

  "I was in the garden when I started to feel really horny," she said, putting her hand back down the sheets, "I needed sex, so I fucked my husband four times, but still wasn't satisfied. Then I went over to the neighbor's house and fucked Sam three times, but I still hadn't got enough," she said, starting to stress out again.

  We left that line of questioning there for the time being, having received no clues as to why she should feel this way.

  "How does a person become a nymphomaniac?" I asked.

  "Well, I know that a bang on the head can bring these symptoms on, but she hasn't been hurt in any physical way, so I don't know," replied the head nurse.

  Just then, I started to feel quite horny myself. At first, I thought I was just feeling hot after seeing someone attractive playing with themselves. Then I realized that this was more than just being turned on, I had actually caught something. While I still had all my faculties, I quickly explained what I was feeling.

  "I suddenly want to fuck you all, as if I have no control over my emotions. My palms are sweating and I can feel myself getting wet between the legs," I said

  "Damn, it's a virus and a pretty quick acting one at that," said the only doctor there.

  He picked up the phone and informed the authorities, and within minutes, twenty-five of the staff was isolated from the rest of the hospital. We only had two rooms in which to wait it out, while they took blood and ran more tests. By now, I wasn't the only one who could feel they needed sex. The doctor took charge at that point telling us that whoever had the urges should go into the other room. One by one, we started to fill the other room up until it was obvious that no one was going to escape this event. I couldn't prevent it any longer; I put my hand down my panties and forced my finger into my pussy. I didn't care what the others thought, I had to cum and nothing was going to stop me. However, looking around the room I could see that they were all starting to do the same thing. Some of the men were rubbing their cocks, not in the slightest bit embarrassed. The nurses outnumbered the men two to one and seeing their cocks were being played with made me want one or two in me.

  I crossed over to the doctor and started to get undressed, he copied me and soon we were going at it like animals on the floor. I could feel hands caressing my body as he started to fuck me; they were all joining in on the action. The room was suddenly filled with naked bodies, all having some form of sex, whether it was by themselves or with others. I felt a cock at my ass and couldn't believe I was telling the owner to push harder. Lying on top of the doctor made this easier for him; soon I was being fucked in both holes and begging for more. The grunts and groans alone were enough to turn you on in that room, but the sight of all those heaving bodies while being pleasured—well—let's just say that I was coming more than I thought possible.

  I thought to myself if only you could bottle what is causing this, you'd make a fortune, and then the doctor started to ejaculate. I gripped his cock with the muscles of my pussy squeezing every last drop out; I then felt a burst of spunk in my ass. Screams of pleasure were flowing from my mouth, but it wasn't enough—I needed to fuck again. Sitting up, I started to ride the doctor's cock, my feelings of lust totally taking over. Any thoughts of fighting back the desires that were gripping me had long since vanished. Looking around the room, seeing naked bodies all having orgasms, it was almost surreal.

  Five of the nurses were all in a circle on the floor licking each other's pussies, their bodies writhing in wanton lust. Three others were fighting over the cocks of two male nurses, while they stood jerking themselves off. The male nurse who had fucked me from behind came around to the front presenting me with his hard cock. I was riding the doctor for all I was worth, when I placed my mouth over the nurse's member. Sucking the end and trying to shout, push it in harder, I felt his cock hit the back of my throat.

  All inhibitions were now history; the sex was all that mattered in this room. The doctor started to cum again, I could feel it running down my legs as I tried to keep his cock in me. He broke free wanting to fuck someone else, so I turned my attention back to the male nurse. Sucking and slurping his cock, I was possessed by my desire to make him ejaculate. I didn't have to wait long, as he suddenly started to moan aloud. Gripping his ass I buried his cock as far as it would go, feeling the first shot of steaming hot sperm hit the back of my throat. It tried to escape the sides of my mouth, but I licked it up sucking harder and faster, managing to swallow every drop.

  We then proceeded to get in on the act around the room, kissing, touching and fingering, anybody and everybody. Then people wearing protective clothing entered the room and started to drag us away; we all kicked and screamed to be free. I grabbed one of them between the legs just to get at his cock, but he fought me off and dragged me out. We later discovered that all our endorphin levels had shot through the ceiling. It had been especially hard on the women, for this new strain of virus attacked the cells, which produce the urges we feel during sex. However, it was deemed dangerous as well for it affected the hypothalamus, which is located in the brain. A drug that suppresses these effects was already on the market so we were lucky.

  The following week we were all back at work as normal, but I couldn't help thinking how this could never again be the same as it was. I mean, each time I saw the doctor or male nurse, my eyes would hit the floor. I did eventually get over this; I am now the best of friends with everybody involved.

  The End

  The Angel

  The fog drifted over the road making the tarmac vanish from view, as Pete tried desperately to see the white stripe down the center. It was no use though he had to stop driving. If he kept driving in this, he was going to h
ave a serious accident. He pulled over, hoping that he was somewhere near the edge of the road and finding that he was, he got out to have a pee.

  Standing behind the tree, he relieved himself and then started to walk back, but as he neared his car, he heard a scream. He looked around, but couldn't see a damn thing and then, being the kind of man he was, he decided to investigate. He tried to walk in a straight line as best he could, in order to find the car again in a hurry.

  The scream had been a loud one, so he had no trouble following the general direction it came from. He came up against a fence, but it was only a small one, so he decided to climb over it. Dropping into a field, he decided that if he didn't find something in a minute he would head back to the car.

  Pete was normally not scared of the dark, but he was starting to question the sanity of doing what he was doing. The fog made the dark that more sinister. As he took another step, he was just about to turn back when he tripped over something. Getting to his feet, he turned and looked down. There on the ground was a vision of loveliness, a woman Pete guessed to be about twenty-five years of age.

  He bent down to take a closer look and touched her arm. She responded with a murmur, so he knew she was alive.

  "Hello miss, are you alright? I heard a scream and came to investigate."

  There was no answer and then she turned her head looking up at him. Her eyes were deep sea-blue, her lips a tender red and her face angelic; she moved her lips but no sound came out.

  "Well, you clearly need help, so I'm going to take you to a hospital," said Pete, positioning his hands under her torso.

  He lifted what he expected to be considerably more weight and found her to be a delight to hold. She clung to his neck looking into his eyes and smiling, still not saying anything, with him staring back into her gorgeous eyes. When they reached the fence that he had negotiated earlier, he placed her down on the ground, hoping that she could now stand.

  She used the fence as a support as Pete climbed back over, and he indicated for her to do the same, by pointing to the wooden strips that he had just used. She seemed to understand and placed one foot on the wood precariously, finding Pete a willing person to steady her as she lifted her leg over. Pete couldn't help notice her beautiful legs, and tried to concentrate more on assisting than of staring.

  He'd judged the path back to almost the square inch, and by the time he saw his car, they were almost on top of it. He made her comfortable, and then closed her door and walked around to the driver's seat, all the while not being able to take his eyes off his passenger. Climbing into the car and closing the door, he started the engine and then placed it into gear and moved off.

  She seemed to be fit from what Pete could make out, as he hadn't seen any signs of injury; in fact he only just started to wonder what she had been doing in the middle of that field.

  She sat up straight and started to look at her surroundings, checking the glove compartment and pulling things out, like the map, onto the floor.

  "Are you alright now?" asked Pete, wondering what she was doing.

  She looked into his eyes and her smile was captivating, but still she didn't speak. Then she sat back, seemingly enjoying the ride. Pete smiled and shook his head; he liked her, but thought she was a little strange.

  By the time they had reached his home, he was convinced she didn't need medical assistance, but wasn't sure what to do next. She only wore a long dress and had no belongings, so he decided to try to get some information out of her in his apartment.

  She seemed curious about everything she saw as Pete led her into his apartment, and was even surprised when he flicked the light switch on. She stared at the light, not sure as to how he had done that, and then looked around his home.

  Pete watched her, noticing how innocent she seemed to be, then spotted the back of her legs; she was covered in dried-on mud. He led her to the shower, turning it on first to test the water, and then turned to get a towel. By the time he got back, she was naked and letting the water run over her body.

  Pete's eyes were transfixed; he couldn't have imagined a more, perfect body as her long legs glistened while the caked-on mud ran down the drain. Her breasts stood out, the perfection of her nipples not being missed by Pete's eyes. Then he caught himself staring and placed the towel on the hook just outside the shower.

  He hadn't quite realized how much she had affected him, until he came out, for his erect penis was making him feel uncomfortable. He adjusted himself and then poured a couple of drinks. He wanted her to feel relaxed as he asked her some questions, so he tidied up a little and then waited. By the time she came out, he was shocked to find she was still naked, while drying her hair with the towel he had left.

  She walked over to him, taking the glass of liqueur he held out and then sat opposite. He desperately tried to look away, but this sort of opportunity just didn't happen. He was found wanting, as far as her privacy was concerned. His eyes were fixed between her legs as she spread out on the sofa.

  She then took a sip of the brandy he had given her and looked at the glass, as if to say, 'What is this?' then she drank it all, turning her head to one side and handing the glass back for more.

  Pete smiled to himself as he poured her another one; he had never come across someone as innocent as this. He decided to see what her reactions would be to the TV, so he switched it on, completely forgetting he had left it on the twenty four-hour porn channel.

  She sat up, staring at the screen as Pete fumbled for the remote, but upon changing the channel, she made a fuss with her hands wanting to see more. He switched it back, and then sat back to watch her as the scene on the TV unfolded. She turned her head to one side, wanting to see the action clearer, as the man's cock worked its way into the woman's pussy.

  She then looked over at Pete, staring at his crotch, and then looked back at the screen. Pete got the distinct impression that she had never seen this type of thing before, but dismissed it as ridiculous; she'd have to be from another planet not to have seen sex before.

  She crossed over to join him, her beautiful naked body completely dry now, and then she knelt in front of him reaching for his zipper. He sat up straight, as her hands fumbled to work out how the zipper operated. Then suddenly finding how easy it was, she continued by pulling his trousers down. She'd gripped his briefs as well, so they came down at the same time, revealing a hardened cock just begging to be serviced.

  She looked at it first and then looked back at the TV, before she turned back. She had hold of his cock, making it jerk. Her hand gently covered the mid-section as Pete watched her, trying to make up her mind what to do next. Then he held her face with both hands, bringing his lips to her own. They kissed, and she behaved as if she'd never kissed before, as she allowed him to press his lips against hers.

  He suddenly felt uncomfortable and feeling unsure as to how to continue. Then she witnessed a similar kiss on the TV and suddenly wanted to have a go. Pete found himself getting the kiss of his life, as she ran her hand gently over his cheek and then entered his mouth with her tongue. He kissed back, feeling his cock stir once again as this passionate embrace continued.

  She then stopped and looked at the TV once more; Pete was glad to see the man now receiving oral sex and smiled. She turned back, looked once at his erect cock and then engulfed it with her mouth. He jumped, not quite expecting such a forced start as she tried to take it all down her throat in one go.

  She clearly couldn't manage it for she started to choke a little, but soon found she didn't need to take it all in and proceeded to suck the end. Pete put his head back, feeling wonderful as this treatment continued. Then she stopped again and stood up; he stared at her pussy, not being able to resist as he reached out a hand. His finger brushed against her neatly trimmed pubic hair and then he rubbed her between the outer folds of her pussy.

  She sighed, allowing him access by opening her legs a little wider; he could feel the moistness for the first time as he inserted a finger. She moaned with pleasu
re, which was more than enough encouragement for his probing to continue. He found himself wanting to go further, as he sat finger fucking this beautiful woman.

  He didn't stop, but he did get to his knees and pulled one of her legs up to rest her foot on the chair. Then he leaned forward, probing for her clit with his tongue; she moaned louder, placing her hands onto the back of his head and pulling him gently into her mound.

  He knew when she was experiencing her first climax, for her juices were almost pouring out onto his tongue, as her hips gyrated for a better penetration. Then he stood up, guiding her to the couch and then gently laying her down. He suspected she knew what was coming next, for she had witnessed this part on the TV.

  She watched him closely as he got between her legs and then guided his cock to the entrance. She smiled up at him, her cheeks reddened as she felt his cock enter her pussy. Then he made slow deliberate thrusts, wanting her to feel his manhood as deep as he could go, before speeding up.

  Her eyes closed as he commenced his lovemaking, her face a picture of pleasure as she felt those wonderful sensations coming from her pussy. His thrusts became faster as she tried to hold him tight, and then she felt another orgasm approaching, as he began to moan aloud.

  They came together, as he pumped his seed deep into her womanhood; her joy of this moment captured by the rapture on her face. Then it was over and he lay holding her, not wanting to move in case she got away. Then he heard a booming voice.