1 comments/ 20985 views/ 0 favorites E-Male By: parts guy "Tappity tap tap." My husband spends hours on that damn computer. Every time I get near his desk, he closes whatever he's doing. He tells me he's checking our mail, or balancing the check book, or paying bills, but somehow, I doubt it. We seemed to have grown apart lately. **** "Next time he goes to work, call me. I'll set up a program that records every keystroke he makes." my girlfriend urged. "But that's spying!" I protested. Jeanna is a computer whiz. My husband Tracy is good, but Jeanna does this for a living. She troubleshoots large infrastructure networks. "Suit yourself, but if you want to know the truth..." **** Two days later I called her. "Are you sure he won't figure it out?" I asked, but she was already typing in commands. "All done!" she said, spinning around in the chair. "You can access the files from here, or remotely." "Your a genius!" "I know." "What do I owe you?" "Just let me know what you find out!" **** Two weeks went by before I had the courage to peek into our computer. What if I was wrong? Or worse, what if I was right? I sat there for an hour before my trembling fingers typed out my password. "S-N-O-O-P-Y" then "ENTER". I scrolled down the list of bank and credit card accounts, then I saw it. "Instant Messenger". There were quite a few of them, listed by date. I started with the earliest. It was a pretty tame conversation between "tracy33657" (my husband) and "sweetstacy2". Apparently they were the last two people in whatever chat room they were in, and started talking.The chat was short and basic. But each night, they seemed to talk more and more, and soon they were "IMing" each other, which is where I came in. They progressively flirted more each time, discussing body licking, and their enjoyment of oral sex. The last conversation ended with my husband hinting at meeting sometime, but that was it. **** "OK, spill it! What did you find?" Jeanna prodded over lunch. "Oh, not much...just some innocent flirting with some chick named "Stacy". "Oh my god! He's having cyber sex!" she said. "No he's not!" I defended. "She's just a friend...I think." "So, what are you going to do?" "Nothing...yet." **** "Oh now this really bites!" I heard my husband grumble. "What?" I asked. "I just got called for jury duty!" he said as he threw the envelope down on the desk. I had to stifle my laughter. "Aww, poor baby!" I giggled. **** It was just Tracy's luck that the case he was selected for happened to be a murder trial. The court clerk called to inform me that my hubby would be sequestered for the duration of the trial, which may last several weeks. We've been apart before, as he travels on business occasionally, so I was somewhat used to being alone. The first three nights I stayed busy with housework and movies. On the fourth night, I sat down at the computer to E-mail some friends, and do a little surfing. I got bored after a couple of hours, and wandered back out to the living room. I flicked on the TV, and was halfway through an old rerun when I heard it. The familar "Brrinnggg" of the instant messenger on our computer. I figured it was Jeanna, as I had just Emailed her earlier, and I ran back into the office. I froze in my tracks, as I stared at the screen. It was "Sweetstacy". "Hey Tracy, I'll be in town this weekend on business. I figured maybe we could get together for a drink or??? I would LOVE to MEAT! he he he!" "Sure, a drink or??? would be great!" I typed back. A drink, then I'll scratch your eyes out I thought to myself. "Great! I'll Email you when I know where I'll be, and then we can go to my room and I'll show you some of my lingerie!" "K, bye!" I typed as my hubby had several times before in their conversations. I paced back and forth, steaming. I wondered what she looked like. Was she prettier than me, or was she a dog? **** "Oh my god! Are you really going to meet this person?" Jeanna asked incredulously. "Maybe..."sweetstacy" Emailed me last night. I'm supposed to meet her at the hotel lounge at nine. I'll show up a little early and wait. Depends on her size if I confront her, or just walk out." "Boy, you have balls!" "Tracy won't when I get through with him!" I laughed. I was pissed, but obviously nothing has happened between them yet. "Well just make sure you out dress her!" **** I showed up at eight thirty, and sat at the bar. I was wearing my blue mini dress. Low cut and short, almost slutty. The bartender brought me a gin and tonic, and I waited. A few couples walked in, as well as a few single guys, including a fairly cute one who sat two stools away from me. He smiled and nodded at me then ordered a beer. He kept looking at his watch, then towards the door. "Looks like your date stood you up." I said after thirty minutes and three drinks. "Yeah, you too?" he asked. "Uh...no, I'm just waiting on a friend." I lied. He just nodded. "Excuse me" he said to the bartender, "Have there been any messages from a Tracy?" He just shook his head. "Pardon me...did you just say Tracy?" "Yeah, she was supposed to meet me here at nine." "Uh...you're not by chance, Stacy, are you?" I queried. "Oh man! YOUR Tracy33657? Damn! you're more beautiful than I ever imagined!" "You're sweet stacy?" I asked in amazement. This was hilarious! He thought my husband, Tracy was a girl, and dear old hubby must have thought that "sweetstacy" was a girl! Either that or one of them is gay, which I doubt. "Well shoot! Let me buy you a drink!" he waved the barkeep over. Between the relief of knowing there was no other woman, and the numerous drinks, I was feeling quite happy. I had already forgotten that we were supposed to be enemies, and we dove into conversation as if we were old friends. I learned he was a lingerie salesman, and was on the road a lot. Somewhere along the way he patted my knee, but forgot to remove his hand. Funny thing was, I didn't mind. "Hey, why don't we go up to my room, where it's not so smoky." he suggested. The thought brought me back to reality. "Uh...no...I probably shouldn't." I said, not very convincingly. "Oh, I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to be forward. We can even leave the door open, if it would make you feel more comfortable, and you can leave whenever you want." His voice was so gentle and soothing, almost hypnotic. As soon as we entered his room, he rushed over, grabbed a chair and propped the front door open. He opened the mini bar up and poured us both drinks. I sat on the edge of the bed, and he sat at the table. Anytime someone walked past the room, they would peek inside. "You know, I think I would feel more comfortable with the door closed." I said. He quickly got up and removed the chair, letting the door swing shut. "Better?" "Much." "OH! let me show you pictures of my kids!" he said as he rummaged in a bag. "Oh, your married?" Just my luck, my husband cheats on me with a married man. "Was...she died about three years ago." he said as he sat on the bed from the other side. "Oh...sorry to hear." I glanced at two wonderful children. "They spend most of the time with my sister, she only lives a block away from me." "Oh." "Yeah, I was at her house one night, while she ran to the store, and I sat down at her computer. She was in some chat room and forgot to leave. There was only a couple of people left, and I sat and watched them talk. Soon everyone had left...except you. I don't know what came over me, but I had to say "Hi!" to you, and well, you know the rest." "Do you date at all?" I asked. "Nope, in fact, your the only girl I have talked to since...well." I couldn't believe this. This guy is a hunk, successful, and available. And I am the one laying on the same bed with him. But I'm married, which at this moment is hard to remember. **** I remember waking up in bed, I looked around and focused on the clock. It was three thirty in the morning. I sat up in a panic. What had I done? I looked around to see Stacy sleeping on the tiny sofa across the way. He had left the bathroom light on, probably for me, he's sweet that way. A quick look under the covers eased my mind. I was still fully dressed. I was reawakened around nine with the smell of breakfast. He had ordered room service for the two of us. "I wasn't sure what you liked, so I ordered a few different things." he said thoughtfully. I ate a few pieces of fruit while he jumped into the shower. After asking if that was all right with me. Part of me wanted to follow him in there. I was a little shocked when he came back out wearing a robe, but I wasn't offended. In fact, a hot shower sounded good. "Go ahead if you want!" he seemed to read my mind. The mirror was still steamed up as I closed the door, and removed my clothes. I balanced my dress precariously on the tiny towel stand next to the bath. For such a nice room, they sure missed the boat on shelf space. The hot water did feel good, and I put Stacy to the test. You see, I forgot to lock the door. But alas, he was the true gentleman, and never invaded my space. I finally turned the water off and felt around blindly for a towel. After patting myself dry I pulled back the curtain and was horrified at what I saw. My dress and undergarments had fallen from their perch and had landed in a puddle. They were totally soaked. After regaining my composure, I wrapped a towel around me, which barely covered my ass...ets, and crept back into the bedroom. "Aw, you didn't have to get all dressed up for me!" he chuckled, already dressed himself. "All my stuff got wet." I said dejectedly. "I have an idea!" he said as he disappeared into the bathroom. He returned a minute later wearing only a towel. "There! Now we're even!" he said smiling. "But if it's any consolation, your welcome to some of my samples." He lifted the suitcase up to the bed and opened it up. Wow! a portable Victoria's Secret. He had everything imaginable and then some. I grabbed a few of the things and scurried off to the bathroom. I turned red as I unwrapped the packages and looked at them closer. First I slid the silk stockings up my legs, then, after some hesitation, slid the CROTCHLESS panties up. I wish I would have read the package a little better. It was bad enough the bra was only a 34c and I wear a 36d, but it was a half cup and sheer. What little boob wasn't popping out the top was pushing through the front. I had so much clothes on but nothing was covered, so I wrapped the towel back around me and came back out. "Well? Do I get to see?" he asked, still wrapped in his towel. "Uh...I don't think so." "Oh come on!" he said as he playfully tugged at my towel. In my defense, I tugged back at his towel. We froze like statues as I stood there holding HIS towel in my hand. How was I to know he didn't know how to tie a towel around his waist. "Oops!" was all I could say. He reached for his towel, but I pulled it away. He started to chase me around the room, and managed to get a grip on my towel, which I released. We stood there facing each other, he staring at my lace covered body, and me staring at his...manhood. As if we were magnets, we flew to each other and embraced. Our lips met, then our tongues, soon our bodies were mashed together. We fell to the bed and began our explorations. He kissed his way up and down my body, stopping at all the good spots. After getting me really hot, I pushed him onto his back. I planted a few kisses down his chest, but I was in a hurry to get between his legs. His cock was a little longer than my husbands, and a little thicker. I slobbered all over it, before wrapping my lips around his head. I slowly slid my mouth down, running my tongue all over his shaft. He gasped when I showed him my only real talent. About three quarters of the way down, the tip of his cock pressed against the back of my throat. But I kept going until my nose nestled deep in his curly hairs. He had never been deep throated before, and in mere moments he tried (in vain) to stop me. I knew why, and wasn't about to stop. I pulled him out of my throat and pumped hard with my right hand. It felt like he hadn't cum since his late wife was around. Spurt after spurt after spurt. It easily filled my mouth, and I swallowed as fast as I could. I ended up lapping up pools of cum from his belly button and from around his balls. We fucked and sucked all afternoon, stopping only for room service. It was about six when he sat on the edge of the bed facing away from me. "I lied to you, I'm so sorry." he said apologetically. "About what?" I asked, sitting up in bed. "My name. I'm not Stacy...that's my sister. My real name is Tom." I couldn't help laughing. "What? What's so funny?" he asked with a puzzled look on his face. "My turn for a confession...my name's not Tracy. It's Susan." Now he really looked confused. "Tracy is...my husband's name. I think you thought he was a woman, and he must have thought you were a woman!" It was hard not to laugh. "But then, how did you end up here?" he queried. "I spied on him...now I'm cheating on him." "So I take it, he doesn't know." "No...he's in court right now." "Oh my god, he's a lawyer?" "No silly, he got called in for jury duty." "I'm not sure I should be messin' with a married woman." "Do you want me to leave?" "Maybe it would be better." I got up and walked around to his side of the bed and knelt down in front of him. He didn't say anything, so I gave him my puppy dog eyes. I slowly moved in and softly lapped at his soft dick. In no time he was at full attention. "Damn you! You really know how to work a guy." he said with resolve as he lay back and let me continue my tongue bath. I just couldn't get enough of his sweet cum. By ten that night I had to say good-bye. "You know my E-mail address, so when you get one set up, call me. I still have three weeks on the road. I truly hope we can get together again." he said as he hugged me tight. "When do you leave here?" "Tomorrow morning around ten." That night I lay in bed contemplating what I had just done. "Should I tell Tracy, or keep it to myself?" I wondered. "Either way my life has changed." **** Tom had tossed and turned all night too. Susan was the best thing to ever happen to him, and yet he met her on a fluke. He was adjusting his tie when his breakfast arrived. "Room service!" came the muffled voice from the hall. Even though he was sad, he put on a smile to answer the door. Swinging it open, his jaw dropped when he saw me standing there. "Well, are you just going to stand there, or are you going to let me in?" I said with my hands on my hips. Not waiting for an answer, I pushed him back inside and shut the door. "I didn't think I would ever get to see you again!" he finally spit out. "Well, I had to return the things I borrowed from you last night." "Oh no, those are for you!" "Are you sure you don't want them back?" I said as I removed my coat, wearing only his wares. "Um...well..." He loosened his tie as I backed up to the bed. "I'll tell you what." I said as I pulled him down on top of me, "I'll keep what I have on, only if you keep what's underneath." He looked puzzled, then it hit him. "But what about your husband?" "You can have him if you want him...no wait, you tried that already. Just kidding. I decided last night that you have made me feel more special in a just a few hours than he did for the entire time we were together." "So are you saying you're going to leave him?" he asked with a sparkle in his eye. "No...I'm saying that I left him. Everything I own is either outside your door, or at my best friend's house. I hope you want some company for the rest of your trip." **** It turned out that Tracy had knocked up one of the jurors, so his hands would be full for awhile, and Tom and I wore each other out. I sucked him off at least three times a day, sometimes while we drove down the highway, sometimes at restaurants, and he always took the time to make sure I was satisfied, no matter how long it took, or where we were. In a few days I get to meet his kids and sister. We have talked on the phone, and we seemed to get along just fine. In fact his sister and I have a lot in common, even more than his late wife. We made sure "Sweetstacy" called on Tracy a few more times (he never had a clue), until one day when he asked for a picture. First we sent him one of Tom, then quickly said "Just kidding" which he laughed about (ROFL), but when we sent him a picture of me, we got no response back. In fact, he never E-mailed "Sweetstacy" again. **** Well, it's been over a year now, and Tom and I are planning to get married. His kids love me, and his sister treats me like I was her sister. And to top it off, my best friend Jeanna, just got transferred out to the town Tom and I now live in. Life couldn't get any better. Or could it??? E-Male I knew what time of day she usually checks her email, so I got to her desk first. I crawled underneath it, curling up there so I could give her a big surprise. It wasn't long before she walked into the room. She wore a white T-shirt and a short black skirt, one that gently caressed her thighs as she walked. I watched her long legs approach the desk. She didn't see me. I felt my heart skip as she sat down, pulling her chair up closer. Her knees slid mere centimeters away from my face. As she sat, unaware that she was being watched, she let her legs open slightly. It gave me a perfect view of her crotch. She wasn't wearing any panties. I grinned, knowing that meant she was going to read the hot email from the website she runs. It's a gallery of photos of her in nude and erotic poses. Her exhibitionism had found a perfect outlet. I heard the click and hum of her computer booting up. Then the squeal of the modem as she connected. While she logged on, I watched her legs open and close as she hummed to herself. I feasted on the perfect view of her shaved pussy. Her hairless lips gently parted by the delicate labia that protruded from its top. Even in the darkness, I could see her slit glistening with her juices. She was excited already, thinking about what she was going to read, and perhaps what she's read before. The cramped space under her desk filled with her musky scent. More clicks of her mouse followed as she brought up her email. A moment of silence passed. I could tell she was reading one of her letters. Inwardly, I was hoping that it was a good one so she would start playing with herself. I felt a twinge of disappointment as the mouse clicked again, showing she moved on. I knew she must have been disappointed, too. Another moment passed, followed by another click. The tension was killing me, as well as my back for being in such a cramped space. Then it happened. I could tell she had hit a good one because she was silent for longer than usual. Her humming stopped. She was totally still as seconds passed. Then I saw a trickle of her juice ooze out of her swollen lips, running down into a small pool on her seat. Her legs slowly parted, widening, giving me an incredible view of her luscious wet pussy. I felt myself beginning to swell in my pants, hardening in anticipation as she shifted a little in her seat. Then it came. Her hands slid down her hard stomach, dragging her T-shirt slightly with it. She raised her skirt, moving it aside as her other hand moved to her crotch. I shivered as she slid a finger into her moist crevice, squashing the flesh around in circular motions. She slid in another finger, then another. She used two fingers to pry her lips apart. Light glittered off the juices coating her fingertips. Her other hand came down, index finger extended. It began to rub over her clit, a now-hardened bead under its silken hood. She traced slow circles over her clit, moving faster and faster. Her juices now smeared all over her shaven lips. I heard her breathing getting quicker, coming in short gasps. This was a good one. I made my move. I carefully and slowly reached between her widened and spasming legs. I let my fingertips graze lightly over her outer lips. She didn't notice me at first, consumed by the sensations she already felt. I was careful to avoid her fingers as I tickled her lips. I could tell by her shivers that she felt it, but hadn't traced the source. Her legs wobbled rapidly as her gasps become low moans. I try to hold back my laughter as I go a little further. I slowly slid my pinky into her crevice, then move it in and out as gently as I could. Her fingers worked faster, a blur as they mashed her clit. Her hips began to buck, her soft cheeks pressing outward on each hump. She gave off a long, continuous moan now, totally submerged in a world of pleasure. Then her moan became a scream. She leapt out of her chair, breaking my grip on her pussy. She backed away from the desk, then crouched to look under it. I wiggled my fingers at her, playfully, and she smiled in relief. "I wanted to give you a surprise," I said. She gasped, brushing back some of her hair that fell over her sweaty face. "You sure did." Then her look turned playful as she asked, "Want to do the job for me while I read?" "Thought you'd never ask." She backed away so I could watch her unbuckle her skirt. She let it slide down her hips onto the floor. Now her hairless slit came into full view. Her eyes locked on mine as she pulled off her T-shirt, exposing the firm nipples resting on the peaks of her soft, rounded breasts. She stood naked before me now, tossing her shirt into a corner as I feasted on her beauty. She sat down again, this time spreading her legs as wide as they could go as she slid her chair under the desk again. This time I was right there between her thighs as she moved close to me. I began to kiss the inside of her legs, starting at her knees, alternating the right side and the left, tracing a path to her now dripping slit. I brought my face close to her crevice to lightly kiss each of her hanging labia. My lips moistened by her juices. "Read the email aloud," I murmured into her slit. She began to describe the graphic lust of one of her fans. He was telling her how he would eat her, and I couldn't help thinking how convenient it was as I let my tongue trace a path from the bottom of her slit. Her legs trembled as I licked my way to her hood, then began making wide circles around it with my tongue. The circle grew smaller and smaller until I closed in on her stiffened bud. Her voice cracked as I began sucking on her clit. I sucked it between my lips, trapping it there as I flicked it inside my mouth with my tongue. She still read, but there was obvious strain in her voice as she described her fan's desire to ream her pussy. A word broke into a moan. I was determined to keep her from reading as I continued to suckle her clit like a nipple. Then I opened wide, letting my tongue slide under her hood to lap her clit directly. She gasped, her hips jerking under the onslaught. I backed away, moving my tongue down to her pussy. I parted the outer lips with my tongue, then slipped my pinky inside. It was already wet from its previous journey inside her, and made a wet, squishy noise as it sank in among her hot juicy walls. I moved my tongue back to her clit, beginning the rapid circles again. I started a regular motion, pumping my finger inside her as I encircled her clit with my tongue. The hood slid under my mouth, lubricated by her juices. Her legs closed, clamping onto my ears with her thighs. I bore up under the increasing pressure, listening to her voice breaking into a high-pitched gasp. Her hips bucked again now, smearing my face with her juice as I tried to keep up with her. She tried to keep reading, knowing what I was trying to do, but then she reached a part where the reader exploded in orgasm. Her legs tightened harder. I felt her pussy grasping at my pinky as she burst into a groan of pleasure. I continued to lick as she came harder, trembling and shivering in her chair. Then the groan faded into quick gasps that arrived further and further apart until they stopped. I released her from my mouth to crawl forward, looking up from her lap to see her smiling down at me. Her eyes half-closed, still swimming in the afterglow of her orgasm. "Good?" I asked. "Very good," she whispered, "but I still have another email to read. From Australia. He wants to fuck me bad." I grinned. "I can do you while you write a reply, describing what I'm doing to you." "Oooo. I love it." She backed up to slide her chair out again. I noticed her legs shook a little, but her eyes shone brightly. I crawled up from her lap, pulling myself up by her thighs until I lay on her stomach, my crotch pressed against hers. She wrapped her legs around me as she kissed me, holding my face with her hands. I let my tongue sink into her mouth and we played in there for a while. Then I broke the kiss with a pop and began kissing my way down her lips, her chin, her long, slender neck, along her shoulder, and down to her left breast. She hummed with pleasure as I flicked at her inverted nipple with my tongue. I pressed it into the surrounding breast, letting it roll in a bed of flesh. When I drew back my tongue, her nipple pushed back, red and hard, jutting out twice its size. I did the same with her other nipple until it was firm, then tweaked them with my fingers. "Wait." She shifted her chair around so she could reach the keyboard. She typed a new email, which I read: "My boyfriend is playing with my breasts as I write this to you. He's sending tingles down my body with every touch..." Then she described as I shifted my hips away from her to undo my pants. My rod jutted out into the cool air. I positioned it over her slit, then let it sink into her pussy as slowly as I could. Her juices oozed out as I filled her pussy with my hard flesh. She breathed carefully between clenched teeth as I began to slide in and out. I pumped my hips a little faster as she locked her ankles on the small of my back. She forced me in harder and deeper with her heels. I was happy to obey. We locked together, our hips slapping together in a quick rhythm. I felt my balls slapping at her asshole, and I knew she felt it, too. She still tried to type with her shaky hands, reading aloud how it felt to have me deep inside her, filling her with hot meat. Every thrust sent a shiver of pleasure through her body. Her legs tightened around my waist, her thighs squeezing my hips. Her mouth hung open as she breathed in short gasps. "Harder...deeper, baby..." I thrust myself in to the hilt. Then I drew out and did it again, forcing myself in as far as I could go. She grit her teeth, her lips curling in a snarl. One hand struggled to type as the other reached down to hold my cock as it slid in and out of her. One finger reached down to circle her clit. Then I stopped. She was about to protest when I slid my hands under her ass and lifted her off the chair. I planted her butt firmly down onto the keyboard. I smiled. "It's more fun for you to type this way." She laughed, then I began sliding in and out of her again. She hummed in pleasure under her breath as she felt her body roll on the keys that clicked beneath her. We both look back to see the words appearing on the screen. I changed the angle of my thrusts to change the words that appeared on the screen, her cheeks mashing against the keyboard. Her hand returned to her clit, rubbing it furiously to intensify the pleasure. Then her mouth hung open again. Her smile collapsed into a grimace. Her eyes squeezed shut as she began to whisper to me, "Oh, yes, just like that, give it to me, harder, oh, yes, just like that, oh, yes, yes, I'm cumming I'm cumming..." and her legs almost crushed me between them. Her pussy spasmed in quick flinches that milked my cock. I couldn't hold back any longer. I threw my head back as I launched my hot cream into her deepest crevices. Our fluids mixed and increases until it flowed out of the edges of her slit, dripping onto her desk. We held each other, shuddering in our shared orgasm, feeding each other's pleasure with our spasms. I recovered first, opening my eyes to look into her twisted expression. I thrust once more, causing her to wince with delight as the last traces of her enjoyment faded away. She relaxed, flopping back against the wall to smile at me. I reached over to her mouse, positioned the pointer on the email screen, and clicked the SEND button. E-man vs Octopussy Professor Blurpstein walked center stage of the University Auditorium. Shuffling through his notes attached to a clipboard, as he approached the podium. He waved his hand and a crew of stagehands rolled a large veiled object on to the stage. Dr. Amber, Professor Blurpstein's assistant was right behind him. Her bubbly smile, short smock and skirt was drawing more eyes than the large object being prepared for display. "What I have discovered is a way to clone anything, instantly." The Professor nodded to the crew and Dr. Amber raised her arms out ward like a game show hostess, directing everyone's attention towards the Machine. The veil come flowing from the large object on stage and lightly fluttered as it fell to the wooden floor revealing the Clone Machine. An enormous metalic machinery of instrumentation that protruded to a point like a large ray gun. "For example," Professor Blurpstein announced. He pointed to the crew and they brought out a bunny rabbit in a small cage. The large machine flashed lights and moaned as Professor Blurpstein pressed buttons and turned knobs. A ray shot from the machine like blue lightening and struck the rabbit in the cage. A cloud of smoke puffed around the cage and as the smoke cleared it was obvious that there were now, two rabbits in the cage. "This machine will ultimately benefit our world in controlling species as well as aid to the endangered species of our planet. This prototype is merely a stepping stone for future discoveries that will ensure the planets species populations never deminish," Professor Blurpstein said proudly. "I'll take that," a female voice came from behind the curtain. A small army of men in sailor suits came running onto the stage and seized the machine and the controls from Professor Blurpstein. Drawing weapons and letting a round off "bang bang" just to get everyone's attention. "Octopussy!" Professor Blurpstein said as the curtain finally unveiled the leader of this interruption. "Bring the professor and his sexy assistant." Octopussy said as her tentacle reached out and fondled them both. Reaching with a long limb and tickling Dr. Amber between her legs as she squealed in a pleasing tone. The Professors cock grew as Octopussy rubbed his crotch gently. Her sailor men seized the machine, the doctor and the professor, then they left. Meanwhile: E-man was humping wildly at a hole in a tree as he stood knee deep in plush green grass. Choking his chicken in nature's silent seclusion of the deep dark forest. His eyes were closed and his head fell backward. Grasping and humping the tree with vibrant humps into this knothole, in a large weeping willow that moaned with pleasure as the wind filtered through its hanging leaves and limbs. A bright spotlight and sirens came on and shined directly at E-man. He pulled his pud wildly, jerking with his super human strength and speed. He mumbled as the spotlight shone brightly on him. "I'm coming." E-man opened his eyes and saw the police surrounding him and watching him. He let his orgasm flow and a wave of white liquid extinguished the light by covering the spotlight with thick white orgasmic fluids. "E-man!" A voice called out. "Oh Yes, thank you invisible woman." E-man attempted to play it off with an embarrassed grin. He pulled his tights up around his waist and come stepping out of the woods towards the police unit sent to inform him of Octopussy's kidnapping. "You can't see the Invisible woman but she is there." E-man said with slightly flushed cheeks. "Bye Invisible woman." Every one looked into the woods as if there would be a reply but there was only silence. "...and no one knows where Octopussy took thhem!" An officer said with concern after explaining the Professor's predicament. E-man put his ear to a tree and asked the tree to pass the word across Earth's vegetation and find Octopussy. After a few minutes the tree replied that the grass said they were at the lake where Octopussy like to swim naked in the reeds. E-man took flight and soared through the clouds faster than a speeding shot of cum. His fist before him as a spear that pierced clouds as he raced to his destination. Wearing blue tights and a green cape, he flashed across the sky like tossed spinach. Octopussy's hideout: "Ahhhh!." Dr. Amber moaned loudly. Octopussy drove a tentacle up her pussy in rapid thrusting motions. That didn't bother Dr. Amber, infact she relished in the feelings that it brought her. It was another tentacle that toyed with her ass and periodically would surge deep into her little tight brown hole that got her attention. "Ahhhh!." "Oh My!." Professor Blurpstein said as Octopussy's tentacle glided across his crotch sensually. Rubbing lightly in a concentrated area, his rising bulge. She pulled out a box and opened it. Reaching into its contents and pulling out various sex toys, dildos, anal beads and a short whip. Octopussy's soldiers, the sailor suited men came in with the machine that they had stole and handed the controls to Octopussy. She turned the machine on and glanced around for an object to test this clone device. The machine rotated and began pointing at various locations in the large metal empty warehouse. She aimed the device at Dr. Amber and activated the machine to clone. "Yes, more women to toy with," Octopussy said with a wicked grin. "No," Dr. Amber and Professor Blurpstein yelled out as the machine shot a blue ray that shot towards Dr. Amber. Just then E-man came flying into the building and landed directly in front of the ray. His hands on his hips and bowed out chest showing his muscular shape. The ray hit him in the breastplate and he glowed a red color before a cloud of smoke engulfed him. "Damn it," Octopussy said. "E-man? Get him!" She yelled at her men as she quickly began running for the door with all eight legs scrambling to move her across the floor. The cloud slowly disappeared showing two E-men standing in a strong man stance as the sailor men approached. Both E-men took in a deep breath, inflating their chests fully and then blew a hurricane force wind that sent the sailor men to the opposite end of the warehouse. One of the E-men took flight after Octopussy while the other untied the Dr. and the Professor. By the time E-man had them untied they were surrounded by sailor men that circled them. They were no match for E-man. Octopussy stood at the edge of the dock. The lake behind her in pitch black darkness except for one pier light that shined. E-man came flying out of the warehouse and directly towards Ocotpussy. Fast as a peck from a kiss, he over took Octopussy and they splashed into the water with a loud explosion of wet drop lets landing on the wooden slats of the dock. E-man's two hands held tightly to two of Octopussy's tenticles but that was no match for the other six tentacles that wrapped around E-man as they were now in a free fall into the deep dark water. Octopussy, always a seductive and lustfull creature grasped E-man's crotch and another wrapped around his neck as she pulled him in for an under water, kiss of death. Another tentacle fondled his tights till she could probe his arse and fondle his genitals. Gasping for air, E-man was doomed in the grasp of Octopussy's sexual death grip. The other E-man came diving into the placid lake and found Octopussy humping wildly on top of E- man at the lake's sandy bottom. Pulling her tentacle arms one by one till both E-men could swim to the surface. They burst through the water's surface gasping for air. Taking a deep breath, the second E-man went back to the bottom of the lake after Octopussy. E-man floated on the surface of the water exasperated and spent. A buoy come sailing in the air and landed next to him. He grabbed it and was pulled to the dock by Professor Blurpstien and Dr. Amber. His wet body crawled from the lake and onto the dock dripping wet. "Oh E-man you're my hero," Dr. Amber wrapped her arms around him and gave him a kiss. "Where is the other E-man?" Professor Blurpstein asked. The three of them looked across the lake and saw a bubble trail leading away from the area. E-man could barely stand much less go after them. "Earth Man, are you alright?" Professor Blurpstein asked. "Earth Man?" He said with a curious tone. "Yes E-Man, aren't you Earth Man?" "No, I am Erotic-Man." The E-man said while leaning on Dr. Amber's shoulder. "Oh My," The Professor said as he looked out across the lake. Realizing Octopussy had captured Earth Man and his fate appeared doomed. E-man and Dr. Amber began walking back to the warehouse as Helicopters with floodlights and police cars came zooming to the area. A task force came to their rescue. "E-man, where are you going?" Professor Blurpstein asked while still looking across the lake, worried about his friend, Earth-Man. "I am going to Literotica," He said in a tone that expressed his exhausted energy. "Literotica?" both the Dr. and the Professor asked curiously. "Where else are you going to look for a seductress with eight legs that likes to play, erotically? (Drawn with windows 98 paint program) Art~ 2006 Happy Earth Day to all~