101 EROTICA STORIES (128 page)

Dissatisfied, Doreen went for the third round then proceeded to the fourth, fifth, sixth, etc. She was just happy that day because she could fuck as much as she wanted and at times, she would even have multiple orgasms in one go. But what wondered her is that Drake was still focusing.

Weak, Doreen asked Drake, “Hey, what’s wrong with you? Don’t you ever cum?”

Drake just smiled.

Feeling that her pussy was beginning to feel sore, Doreen decided to step back to the safe place in order to take a break. She fed the fire surrounding the bed with more papers just to be sure. The floor was made of tiles so there were no risks (at that time) of spreading the fire into the house.

Doreen watched Drake from afar and realized what a waste it would be for her to kill someone who had great potential in making her happy. For some moment, she was tempted to have herself impregnated because that would mean marriage and from marriage, it means everyday fucking.

Oh fuck, what’s this temptation all about?

Doreen just smiled and knew that Drake’s time is up.

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Nine months after that fateful day…

Doreen was getting prepared to attend a seminar. It’s been nine months since Bruce died so she was left alone to bear their first child and take on the world as a future single mom. But yet, she was thankful that Drake spared her parents and left them unharmed to care for her.

“Doreen, your dad is already waiting outside,” yelled her mom.

“Ok mom, I’m coming.”

Walking with a huge baby bump is not easy for Doreen plus the fact that her blood count is declining for unknown reasons. Doreen is already in her ninth month so the baby would be out any time now. She had always hoped that her sickness would not affect her baby.

Doreen was already in the car. The car was playing Mozart because the doctor said that it would foster her baby’s brain. It also has been nine months ago since she listened to rock music in her old 1978 Cadillac.

The trip lasted for about ten minutes before Doreen arrived at the seminar. It was a seminar for future moms. She promised Bruce that she would do her best in rearing the child inside her so every opportunity that could make her a good mom matters.

After a brief time of waiting, the facilitator arrived. He started things out by giving an icebreaker.

“Hello good people of Bridgettesville. I heard that your place is pretty popular because of vampires and other paranormal things. Let me give you a fact then: Did you know that vampires do not ejaculate when they impregnate a woman? What they do is that they close their eyes and concentrate on getting the woman pregnant. Imagine it as a meditation. The reason behind this is their inability to feel love. They can have sexual intercourse but it does not result to impregnation. Remember that they are undead so their sperm would have no life.”

While the facilitator spoke, Doreen remembered fucking Drake. The vampire did exactly what the facilitator had described. He was just motionless and seemed to be meditating when she was having the time of her life. She counted the month when that occurred and came up with the result – nine months ago.

Having recalled that the doctor told her that she was mysteriously losing her blood starting the day of her pregnancy, Doreen screamed at the top of her lungs because of extreme fright.

“NO!!! GET THIS MONSTER OUT ME!!! NO!!! PLEASE!!!”

Bridgettesville, as always, had been a town that boasts peacefulness. It has a blue sky, clean water, fresh air, and simple people. However, the paranormal aspect associated to the town seems inseparable. It is as if Bridgettesville was born with it.

And the painful fact? A woman of Bridgettesville is bearing a child that is soon to spread fear in the town, just like in the 70’s.

Oh the sweet smell of nostalgia.

Somewhere in the Netherlands, 2023…

Doctor Martie Van Stank, a nymphomaniac who finds it hard to get laid because of his external appearance, continued to struggle with his condition, both psychological and physiological. Everyday was a trial for him.

So one day, while in the middle of his studies in tactile holograming (allowing people to touch hologramic images) commissioned by a Russian telecommunications company, a bright spark came to his mind. He thought that tactile holograming, should he be lucky enough to unlock the secret covering it, could also serve as a means to satisfy people’s sexual urges. It was very plausible because the very essence of tactile holograming was to enable one to touch an illusion image, be it someone who is far away, a complete fictional character like celebrities, gone loved ones, dream partner, among others.

Van Stank took this idea seriously. Day and night, he worked on several hologram prototypes and possible algorithms that would allow these illusions to have an opaque-feel to it. At first, he succeeded to do so but the tactile feel was not like human skin. He added another ten years to his study, even leaving his work as a scientist for the popular Russian company then viola, the first seemingly successful prototype of Van Stank E-Coitus was born.

The first model was a robust machine almost as big as a huge refrigerator. With a total length of six feet and weighing about 500 kilograms, the machine was practically used for personal use. It consumes thousands of watts of energy (which can sky rocket electric bills at an exponential rate) and can heat quite rapidly. But Van Stank could not care less – all that mattered was his invention came into fruition and the same can change people’s view on satisfying their carnal wants and necessities.

Keeping his project a top secret for years, Van Stank did not risk hiring willing test subjects only to expose his work. His solution? He tried his new and untested invention using his own body and penis as the pioneer subject and it went like this:

Van Stank, still reluctant to test out the machine because of some aspects he has yet to test, just stood in front of it while being naked. He pondered for possible effects if he should push through or not. The reflection just consisted of usual things like:
If the hologram burns my penis, what will I do? If the hologram suddenly turns off, will the tactile function have adverse effect? Would the prototype girl act naturally?
and the like. But there was this ultimate inquiry regarding the work and it was:
Will I succeed?

The doctor turned the switch on and watched the magic unfold right in front of his two own eyes. Upon switching, the machine rumbled wildly. There was a huge cycling disk on its top, just covered by a fiber glass panel. It started to spin quite wildly and for a matter of just two minutes, it had reached its top speed.

Van Stank was staring at his work of art, waiting for the golden moment. Then for what seemed a moment of eternity, the projector-like part emitted a strong light on the ground. The light directly hit the floor and gradually rose up. While rising, the light left some trace of human parts, starting from the foot.

The foot seemed perfect for Van Stank. He waited for several more minutes until the projector had done its job. After the last strand of the mannequin’s hair appeared, the projector stopped altogether with the spinning disc. These two components were then replaced by a flat beam of light passing through the woman’s body, from top to toe, until settling down at the floor. It was the part that makes the hologram animated and tactile.

Then there, in front him, a full-grown adult woman ready to fornicate with just about anybody. Van Stank modeled the projection to a popular sexy actress during that era so it would make him horny.

“Hey babe, you want to fuck?” Van Stank asked the machine to test out its reason capabilities.

“Yes, I would want to fuck honey,” replied the woman.

The doctor immediately felt his dick rise because it seemed like a real human! He went near the woman and stroked the latter’s breasts. Upon feeling that the breasts felt very “human”, the doctor continued to stroke it even more. His feeling seemed to carry him away as he found himself suckling the boobs. He went to the breasts and defiled it as an average man would not do to a lady. He didn’t care. Besides, whose feeling would he hurt? After making a pig out of the gorgeous woman’s big and firm round breasts, there were saliva scattered all over it, some parts were red because the doctor was not able to control himself from biting, the scent was nasty, and it just looked disrespected and stripped off of dignity.

Van Stank’s penis was already standing so hard that time that he decided to explore some things he had never done. He was brave enough because he was locked inside the basement, away from the sight of judging eyes. He tit-fucked the woman and spilled his cum on the latter’s face, licked the latter’s toes up to the vagina, circled his tongue around the labia and even forced it deep inside. Life never felt so good for the doctor.

The projection was programmed to act properly according to the normal sexual interactions of a woman. So while the doctor was dehumanizing her, she readily responded like the real thing.

“Ohhhhhh baby, do it some more. Please, get deeper. Why are you depriving me of your giant and respectable dick? Oh fuck… Worship my fucking body you son of a bitch,” she said.

“Yeah… I’ll just eat your entire body first before I rain down on you honey.”

“Ohhhhhhhhh. I would never want this to end. Can’t you just fuck me? Don’t do this to me. I only want to fuck with you so please,” the woman said while sobbing. Van Stank can’t believe that someone, even if it’s a lifeless being, would beg for his dick.

“Beg for it.”

“I’m begging you.”

“Cry while beggine.”

The hologramic woman dropped down her knees and cried. She was genuinely asking Doctor Van Stank to fuck her as if her life depended on it.

“Say my name.”

The woman suddenly stopped talking and a robot-like voice said, “Command not recognized.” This made the doctor laugh and realized he overlooked that aspect of individual recognition. He jotted the missed aspect down his notes and immediately set it aside.

When he felt that his dick was already deprived and wanted some fresh pussies for dinner, Van Stank made the woman lie down on the floor where the flat beam remained. He arranged the woman on an open-legged position. It was staring at him seductively, thus adding further to his horniness.

“Thank you honey. For a while, I thought you forgot about my pussy. It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”

When everything was settled, he planted his right hand on the floor for body support and grabbed his penis using the left. He touched his big boy on the woman’s pussy and made it flap on the vaginal lips.

It’s fucking wet, just the way I like it.

The vagina actually felt like the real thing, even better according to Van Stank. The warmth just goes well along the tightness and moisture of labia minora and majora. The lips of the pussy looked very welcoming with its clean and pink color.

He rubbed his dick up and down the vagina. The woman was moaning softly and gracefully moving like a stealthy snake while someone was playing with her juicy meat. The sensation the doctor felt was too real and pleasurable to believe that it came from an illusion. A funny tingling sensation just ran to the body of his hard penis down to the balls. It was quite shaky and refreshing. He, however, felt that the extreme pleasure might make him explode rapidly.

After the doctor moisturized the entire pussy with the help of his dick, he penetrated the woman.

The preset is a virgin,
the doctor told himself.

Words can’t tell how pleasurable the pussy was because it balanced the perfect sensation coming from the warmth of the vaginal wall, tightness of a virgin teenager, wetness of a sexual juice (and some blood), and depths where even the largest of penises can enter into. It was just perfect.

Van Stank moved his ass to and fro the vagina. The extreme and unbelievable pleasure just got higher at an unbelievable level. It was too good and he felt his entire cum overflow his shaking dick. He can’t manage to do a round of insertion any longer.

“Ooooohhh baby. My pussy hurts because of your large dick but please go on. That is what I want to happen. I can always trade my pain for your pleasure. Fuck me. I am your bitch.”

So in just a matter of seconds from the time he completely entered the wonan, Doctor Martie Van Stank roughly planted his dick in to the depths of the woman’s pussy and just steadied on it. He moved no further as he set all his cum into liberation. It literally exploded that when the last drop of his juice moved out, he even forced his dick deeper to extract some. He really liked the nasty warm tingling sensation of cum going through his big boy’s body.

After his climax, it was a feeling of absolute peace because the last time he fucked someone seemed years ago. As a matter of fact, the woman was a prostitute with loose pussy. He never felt so damn good and with so many cum flowing from his dick. The woman was shouting and screaming out invectives and obscene words as if she were a true person.

“Please baby, fuck me again. Please. Don’t leave me here hanging just because you had your orgasm.”

Van Stank stood up after his explosion and left the woman on the floor, sobbing for more rounds. He, however, did not care about like a man would usually care about a sexual parnter’s orgasm. After all, what he fucked was just a non-living thing.

That moment was a shining one for the doctor because he believed that earth would never be the same.

The first release of his Van Stank E-Coitus was made on 2045. Of course, it was subjected to public scrutiny regarding issues on morality and increased probability of infidelity. But with his bright reasoning skills, Van Stank was able to fend off those issues with his argument that the product can be regulated and there are a number of prospective beneficiaries to it like widows/widowers, insane patients, old and single people, sex education and research without worrying for willing subjects, handicapped people, and the like. These propositions were promising that the government of Holland decided that being the first country to introduce such idea would boost their standing in an international level.

E-Coitus made Van Stank a prosperous man and continued on with several improvements.

After enjoying the fruits of his labor for a long, long, time, Doctor Martie Van Stank finally died from his long-fought battle with prostate cancer with his hologramic mistress right by his side. He was 97.

Up to date, his invention was readily available not only to Dutch people, but to the world in general.

Van Stank’s blessing continually evolved as some of his partners found the original manuscript of the product. With the growing technology arriving after the day of his death, scientists found means to improve on the machine. Several models came into existence – some were smaller, there was one that can easily change the model of the hologram, and others.  But though Van Stank’s original invention had several new models, all those retained the base name of Van Stank E-Coitus to pay respect and tribute to the man they call as the “Father of E-intercourse”.

Some reported that using his innovative product to slake carnal desires suffices. However, some detractors report that it lacks the feel of actual sex in it, thus making the battle pretty much a clear cut dichotomy.

The question is, can it really make the citizens happy?