18 Ultra Short Erotic Tales (4 page)

Only
now, did I stop to think,
what if I catch this thief
,
what then
? He
grabbed a brick that was lying to one side of the alley, and hurled it at me,
running towards me at the same time. In hindsight, I figure he was attempting
to distract me long enough to escape, but what he hadn't considered was my
resolve to get the purse back. I blocked the said brick—ok, with my head—but no
one's perfect. I did however manage to grab the purse as he bolted by, before
collapsing into a heap on the ground. Dazed and unable to regain my feet, I lie
there wondering what I was doing, and feeling the purse in my hand made me
remember. I soon regained my composure, and brushing my jacket down, I started
to walk back to the store. Once there, I found she had gone and taken my
groceries with her.

Noticing
I had blood running down my face, I looked inside the purse and found an
address, which happily, was local. It didn't take long to reach it, and I was
about to knock on the door when the same vision of loveliness opened it and
stood before me.

"Ah,
you caught him!" she said, looking concerned about the bruise that was
appearing on my head. She reached up to gently part my hair, and seeing that I
had a slight cut just inside my hairline, she ushered me into her home.

"Please
sit down," she said, "I'll fetch some antiseptic medicine."

I
sat down feeling groggy; I just needed to rest a little. I must have passed out
for a few seconds, for when I came around she was tenderly administering the
antiseptic.

"Ouch,"
I said, flinching.

"Sorry,
I didn't mean to hurt you further," she said, proceeding to do so.

I
knew she was only trying to clean up the wound I had sustained on her behalf,
so I bore the stinging sensation and sat back to admire her body once again.

"So
this is the savior of the day," said a voice from the doorway.

I looked
up in shock to find an identical twin sister stepping into the room.

"Hello,
my name is Catherine," she said, offering me her hand.

I
shook it and introduced myself.

"Hi,
mine is Mark, and yours is..." I said, looking at the other sister.

"Mary...
would you like a drink while you recover?" she asked, walking over to the
drinks cabinet that was situated by the door.

"Scotch,
if you have one," I replied. "Neat, please."

She
nodded and started to pour three drinks.

I
couldn't believe my luck; here I was in the presence of two angels, each as
beautiful as the other. Catherine sat down beside me and took a peak at the
wound, which had stopped bleeding. She gently parted my hair scanning and
scrutinizing the wound, and being close, I could smell the perfume she was
wearing.

"Is
that Chanel?" I said, taking it in once more.

"Yes,
you know your fragrances," she replied.

Mary
handed me the drink and sat down on the other side of me. Sandwiched between
two goddesses I took a deep drink of scotch in an attempt to slow my heart
rate.

"What
happened after you turned that first corner?" said Mary, "you didn't
say."

I
took them through the entire chase embellishing slightly, and they listened
intently to every word I uttered. It was when she asked me why I felt I had to
be the hero, which made me blurt out the next line.

"I
was angry that someone as beautiful as you should be accosted in such a manner."

Suddenly
realizing what I had just said, I started to get embarrassed.

Catherine
giggled saying. "I think he's got a crush on you, Mary."

She
couldn't be more wrong—I had a crush on the pair of them. I couldn't help
thinking what it would be like to bed them both, which was a mistake, for such
thinking makes things happen—things you didn't intend to let happen—such as my cock
trying to escape from its prison. I shifted uncomfortably, hoping that they
didn't spot it. One should always have hope in any given situation and when
hope deserts you, you can always feign ignorance. I'm sure Mary at least had
spotted my uncomfortable situation, for she drew the conversation around to the
fact that she had taken my shopping bags with her when she had left the scene.

I
began to thank her for that, and started to rise, but promptly sat down again,
still feeling groggy. Mary suggested that I lie down for a while before
attempting to move further. Catherine agreed and proceeded to take a couple of
pillows away from the couch we were sitting on. Mary lay me down by bringing my
legs up and removing my shoes. I must have been more concussed than I realized,
for I fell asleep. When I awoke, I could hear voices; I consciously kept my
eyes closed and listened to their conversation.

"He's
cute, isn't he?" one of them said.

"Did
you see the size of that bulge in his pants?" said the other, "I almost
reached over and grabbed it."

They
both laughed at that point, and then one of them said, "Let's have a bit
of fun with him."

At
which point they left the room, leaving me to wonder what they had in store for
me. Sitting up I called out Mary's name.

"I'll
be there in a second," was the reply.

When
they came back into the room, I noticed they had both changed into some very
sexy lingerie. Both bras, although not see-through, were very thin and couldn't
stop the nipples of the twins sticking out. I was speechless, until they came
closer.

"You
are both the most attractive women I have ever had the pleasure of
meeting," I said, feeling more confident.

They
never said a thing, they just sat either side of me and then Mary reached up
with one hand and turned my head gently towards her. She kissed me full on the
lips, parted them with her tongue and then started to probe my mouth. Meanwhile,
Catherine placed her hand onto my zipper and proceeded to pull it down. Once fully
down, my throbbing cock could clearly be seen struggling against the fabric of
my underwear, and with one swift movement, she pulled the elastic down over my
cock and lowered her head. My cock entered her mouth very slowly, for she was
teasing it in, kissing the head then licking the side before placing it deep
inside her mouth, coming back up slowly—making me gasp. Mary had now removed
her bra and was kissing me more passionately than before. I reached down with
one hand, slipping a finger past the fabric of her panties, probing for and
finding her pussy, which by now was very wet. I teased first one then two
fingers into her waiting pussy. Catherine was now taking my entire length down
her throat and giving me the best blowjob I'd ever had; in fact it was a little
too good, for I was on the verge of shooting my load.

I
warned her I was about to cum, but it didn't faze her in the least, she
continued to suck my cock with perhaps more urgency. Mary started to moan, for
I was now working her clitoris feverishly.

"Oh
yes, right there...yes...oh don't stop...please don't stop...ah yes I'm coming...ah...ah...
yes that's it...yes...yes...I'm coming."

This
had the effect of making me cum; I shot my load deep inside Catherine's mouth
and still she kept sucking. Arching my back I shot repeatedly; she sucked me
dry and swallowed every drop and still she carried on sucking my member. I'd
had blowjobs before but never so intense. Catherine wasn't giving me a choice
of going limp; she wanted it to remain hard.

"I
want this monster inside me now," she demanded, pulling it out of her
mouth only when she was satisfied that I had stopped coming.

"May
I suggest a different position?" I said hopefully.

I
then lay on the pile carpet taking Mary's hand, and telling her to sit on my
face while Catherine rode me. They both found this acceptable and we assumed
the position. Soon we were in the throes of passion once again; my tongue had
found Mary's clit and was sending her into frenzy. Catherine sat astride my
cock and lowered herself onto it with a moan of sheer delight.

"God,
you're big," she said, taking in the full length.

She
clearly worked out, for she was physically grabbing hold of my shaft with her
pelvic muscles. It was a sensation that I hadn't experienced before, but one
that I would not soon forget. Mary was once again about to orgasm, for she
couldn't keep still in her crouching position.

"Oh...oh...oh...oh,
lick it harder, yes...yes suck it yes...yes, ah...I'm coming again," she
screamed, pushing her lovely pussy deeper into my face.

"I'm
going to cum," shouted Catherine, "ah yes, god this is good, yes...yes
I'm coming I'm coming."

I
could feel her juices running down my leg and knew that she had cum big time;
at that moment, I too started to cum, while still having my head buried in
Mary's pussy.

"Mmm
God, that feels good," I managed to say.

The
next position was without doubt the horniest of the night, for Mary knelt over
the couch and I entered her from behind. Once inside I was surprised to find
Mary was a little tighter than Catherine, but she was just as wet and willing
for action. She pushed back as I would enter and it felt amazing.

Catherine
was moaning slightly and when I turned to look in her direction, her finger was
buried inside her own pussy as she watched the show. I, on the other hand, was
now as deep as I could go, with my pelvis slapping Mary's behind with each
thrust and eliciting a whimper whenever I moved forward. She soon started to
cum again, almost collapsing with the intensity of it all.

Catherine
was also coming again, speeding up the finger that was working on her clit. By
the time I stopped, we had almost all come together and collapsed onto the
floor.

That
was the first time we got together, and as I was leaving that night, I knew it
wouldn't be the last.

The End

Just another Day

I
remember dying, I just don't remember how. I'd been in a hotel and was on my
way to pay the bill, but that is the last thing I remember. Now I'm in heaven
or some such place, because people are wandering about aimlessly and I am
writing my life story. I got here yesterday I think, and the first thing I was
asked to do is write my life story.

I
had gotten as far as my adult life then didn't know how to progress. I mean,
could you tell them about your sexual experiences while you were in heaven, or wherever
I was. I tried to ask someone, but there didn't seem to be anyone of authority
here. It's certainly not, what I expected heaven to be like, or feel like for
that matter.

This
is strange; the writing has appeared on the page, just as I thought about it. I
don't need this pen anymore; I will transfer all my thoughts over to the page.
Let's see now, I...um...oh yes, it was in my second year at college that I had my
first sexual experience.

I'd
gone to the library. I was looking for a book about ancient Greece. However, I
was disturbed by a young man who walked straight into me. He apologized and I
said something flippant and regretted it straight afterwards, because I caught
sight of his eyes. He had the brightest shade of deep-blue eyes I'd ever seen
and had the looks to go with them.

I
found myself staring as he walked off, apologizing again as he did so. I had
never really paid much attention to boys before; I was always too busy getting
prepared for my future. However, he made me wonder what I'd been missing, so I
decided to introduce myself. Then I remembered that I hadn't exactly taken the
accident with much grace or dignity.

I
watched to see where he was headed and then having gotten my book, I walked
over to join him.

"I'm
sorry I snapped at you back there, it was just the shock," I said, placing
my books onto the table.

"That's
okay, it was my fault," he replied, indicating the chair in front of me.

I
sat down and opened my book, and then glanced up to see if he was looking—he
wasn't. I remember thinking,
why do we go through all these games, just to
get to know someone
, and then I plucked up the nerve to say something.

"What
are you studying?"

"I'm
studying Greek Mythology or more precisely heroes of Greek Mythology."

"Well,
what a coincidence, I happen to be studying ancient Greece," I replied,
wanting him to continue.

"I
see."

Not exactly,
the response I had in mind and then I looked down and realized what I was
wearing. I wore a faded pair of pants, a very proper blouse with a cardigan.
Not exactly sexy, if you know what I mean. I decided there and then that my
image would change from this day forth and promptly excused myself from the
table.

The
next day, I wore a short skirt, which revealed my long shapely legs, and a low-cut
top that revealed more than it did the last time I wore it, which only went to
show how little I dressed up. I didn't get to see him again until late
afternoon, and although he checked out my body, I got the distinct feeling he
didn't recognize me.

I
introduced myself again, only this time I told him my name.

"Hello
again," I said, standing over him, "I'm Samantha, you know—from
yesterday, you bumped into me."

"Oh,
I'm sorry, I didn't recognize you."

"I
get that a lot, so, you're still studying Greek Mythology then?" I said
lamely.

"Yes,
it's a fascinating subject."

The
conversation went on like this for some time and then we left together, with
him asking if he could escort me anywhere. I was tempted to say
your bed
,
but thought better of it. We arranged to meet the next day and went our
separate ways. We'd only seen each other three times when the first act of lust
was performed.

He
had wanted to meet me in town so he could treat me to a hamburger and shake;
what I didn't know was that he had arranged a room in a hotel down the road. He
told me he always went there when he wanted to do some serious studying. We
found ourselves in this hotel room, and I was more than willing to give him
what he wanted.