18 Ultra Short Erotic Tales (6 page)

"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 skin, 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.

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.