18 Ultra Short Erotic Tales (7 page)

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 have 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
pleasure, 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.

"YOU
WERE INSTRUCTED TO FIND OUT ABOUT LOVE, NOT LUST. I WILL PUT YOU BACK FROM THE
START, AND YOU WILL TRY AGAIN. NOW SAY FAREWELL TO THIS MORTAL AND MAKE IT
QUICK."

"Who
was that, I mean what was that?" Pete asked, sitting up straight.

She
never answered him; she just leaned forward and then kissed him on the lips.

Pete
was driving in the fog, thinking how he'd better pull over, for he was finding
it hard to see the road—he also needed to pee. Then the fog seemed to clear, so
he decided to carry on, as he wasn't far from home now. He suddenly experienced
the feeling that this had happened before, but soon dismissed it as wild
imaginings.

The End

Kim's
Gift

The
rain just wouldn't quit as Kimberly (Kim to her friends) walked the half-mile
to work that morning. She had a terrible headache. She'd had it now for three
days and it just wouldn't go away.

Kimberly
was a nurse, a very good one. She was well respected by her peers and liked by
her friends in fact, she was the kind of woman people in general liked to
associate with. She had long blonde hair, blue eyes, and legs that wouldn't
quit; but her best assets were her breasts. She was proud of her body and
didn't care who knew it.

If
I don't get my finger out I'm going to be late
, she thought to herself.

"You're
late Kim," she heard someone say.

"I
know, I've got a terrible headache!" she replied, turning to find nobody
there.

Kimberly
looked all around her and found she was alone in the car park, which was
situated opposite the hospital. In fact, the only person she could see was
Dean, who even now was putting his hand up to wave, but he was in the window of
the first floor.