MoreLust

by S. L. Carpenter

  They had nothing in common except they were both 5’4” tall. She was 110 pounds and he weighed 175. Her measurements were 38-25-36; his were more like 37-40-38. She liked rock music and he loved the blues. He was a John Wayne movie buff but she liked Julia Roberts’ comedies. He graduated from high school and married and went to work while raising a family. She was a 22-year-old junior at Yale studying psychology and drama.

  But he did know what turned her on: she loved leather. She was an exhibitionist and he loved to watch!

  He sat there patiently watching her, as she stood bent over a chair wearing black stiletto heels and a leather peek-a-boo bra. She stared back at him with that nasty little smile on her face and those piercing blue eyes. Moving over to the bed with its satin red sheets, she lay down on her stomach with her left leg pulled up ever so slightly, accentuating her ass. She lifted her chest to reveal her perfect breasts and her red curly hair flowed across her neck and shoulders. Then she rolled over to her back and dripped yogurt onto her nipples and smiled devilishly as she smeared it around her areolas.

  God how he wanted to help her! He even stuck his tongue out but she wouldn’t let him…yet. She moved over to the doorway and grabbed onto the top of the frame, revealing her entire body from her flaming red hair to her painted fire red toenails and all her other absolutely perfect attributes in between.

  He longed to touch her, but he couldn’t. He was slowly being tortured by the longing in his heart and the yearning in his body.

  She moved back onto the bed wearing a sapphire blue robe. She closed her eyes and opened herself for only his eyes to see. She had an incredible looking pubis with the red pubic hair trimmed back revealing everything a man could want.

  Clyde wiped the sweat from his forehead and licked his lips. He hungered to taste this Venus before his eyes.

  She pulled back the outer labia beckoning him to delve deeper into her velvety vice.

  Clyde couldn’t take it anymore. This was too much for him, too much for any man. He unzipped his fly and tugged feverishly at his manliness trying to free it. Suddenly:

  Knock, Knock, Knock!

  “Did you fall in?!? Dammit, Clyde. Every first Monday of the month you get that Playboy magazine in the mail there’s no getting you out of the frickin’ bathroom! You’re gonna go blind doing that!”

  The Desperation

  The candles burned hot and the flickering lights cast the silhouettes of two lovers against the wall. A trail of clothes were thrown randomly across the floor and the smooth sounds of jazz played quietly in the background, interrupted only by the harsh breaths from the lovers as the intensity of their passions reached a crescendo.

  She was beautiful, riding him and throwing her head back as she felt her orgasm approach. Her full breasts rose as she gasped and her muffled cries of passion only made him drive harder and she rocked back and forth on his cock. She traced his lips with her fingers and he nibbled on them. Trying desperately to keep upright, she felt weak and almost ready to collapse against him. She knew she couldn’t stop she was too close.

  He caressed her tummy gently then grasped her hips. Tilting her forward, he drove deeper inside. She felt like a balloon about to explode. She pulled her long hair back with one hand and held herself up with the other hand, digging her nails into his chest. She clenched her teeth, closed her eyes tight and jerked hard like an earthquake as she came. Over and over the ripples of the orgasm rolled through her body making her muscles flex around his swollen hardness.

  “Oh my God!” he moaned, as she quickly pulled him out and slid down to wrap her mouth around his engorged manhood. She could taste her own juices as she sucked down the length of his penis. He shook and then froze, tightening his muscles and stretching out so hard that his toes curled. He then erupted like a volcano and his lava ran down the sides of her mouth. She continued milking the fluids built-up deep inside of him until there were no more.

  “Damn. It’s been so long, babe,” he said quietly.

  She stood up and smiled back at him, wiping the stream of cum from her chin as she walked to the sink to spit it out. After she brushed her teeth, the gargling of Listerine warbled through the bedroom. “Well, you’re the one that got me pregnant. I didn’t want you poking the kid in the eye.”

  “Well thanks for giving in. I appreciate it.”

  “SHIT!” she said desperately. “I go to all the bother of having sex even though I don’t feel like it because they say it makes you go into labor and nothing. SHIT!”

  “Well I hope you enjoyed it a little?”

  “Ya right that’s how I got into this mess.” BUUUURRRRRPPPP! Pftttttttttt. “Damn, I got gas now. Move over, my back hurts and my hemorrhoids are screaming. And don’t snore so loud tonight, it’s pissing me off.”

  Lying in bed together, they looked at each other smiling.

  “I love you.”

  “I love you too.” she whispered.

  Then they both farted and rolled over.

  The Advice

  As guys will do at work, the topic of discussion was sex. Vince’s sex life or lack thereof to be exact.

  “Man, I tell ya, all she wants to do is shop or watch the television. It’s enough to drive ya crazy!” Vince said.

  With a semi-sarcastic smirk on his face Lee replied, “You have to add a little spark in your sex life or the woman will get bored. You do, you know, satisfy her, right?”

  “Hey man, when we do have sex I give it to her good! None of that three strokes and a squirt shit, I give her the big ‘O’ and then it’s my turn!”

  “Of course you do. Why else would she rather watch Home Shopping and Jay Leno every night when she could be having sex with you?”

  “Ya!!!… Hey wait, what the hell are you saying?”

  “Let me tell you something and don’t ever say anything to my old lady or I’ll nail your balls to my boat. Last night my wife and I had the most incredible sex. I mean, like this is the shit you see in the pornos.” Lee sat down and began describing the previous evening. His eyes were big and he was very animated.

  “After work I gave my wife a box with a note attached to it that read, ‘You’re the boss tonight.’ Inside I put four red lace ties, a blindfold, a small bottle of scented oil and a feather. Damn! Just thinking about this is giving me a hard-on!” Vince moved his chair over a little as he listened intently. “Anyway she tied me to the bed, blindfolded me then rubbed that oil all over my body and on my jimmy. And I’ll tell you, man, she was like possessed or something because she screwed me like a hooker would screw her best client. I probably only had three hours sleep and had to drink two liters of water to replenish the fluids in my body. It was by far the best sex we’d had in years… No, I take that back, the time in the elevator was better…but that’s a different story.” Lee wiped the sweat from his brow and told Vince, “You should try something like that with your wife, dude. She’ll love it, trust me!”

  Vince rushed home and bolted into the house. He tripped and fell over the stupid poodle his wife bought last month because she found it cute and (she knew it would piss him off if he knew how expensive it was). Since he had never wanted a dog, he truly detested it.

  “I hate you, you damn mutt and you hate me too. Get the fuck outside you dumb bitch!” he yelled as he kicked the yelping dog out into the backyard.

  When his wife Louise finally came home, she found a small box with a note from Vince on the kitchen table. She read the note. ‘You’re the boss, you can do anything you want tonight!’ She opened the box and found four leather straps, a scarf, a bottle of chocolate syrup and a rubber glove. She giggled and walked into the bedroom to find candles burning and Vince stepping out of the bathroom with his robe on.

  “Did you feed the dog? She hasn’t eaten all day?”

  “Hey, this is the only dong I’m worried about feeding!” Vince said grabbing his crotch.

  “You think you can handle anything I want?” Louise slyly whispered, looking at him with a fire
in her eyes he hadn’t seen since she saw a 50% off sale at Nordstrom’s. “Take off that silly robe and get into bed, NOW! Take off those stupid silk red bikini underwear too.”

  Louise walked over and grabbed onto his dong and smiled devilishly, and said, “Don’t move.” Then, she unbuttoned her blouse and unsnapped the clasp holding her expensive, implanted, 44D breasts inside of her bra, and they burst free from their confinement. As she reached to tie his wrist to the brass bed, she pressed her swelling breasts against his face, causing his cock to stiffen with anticipation. The sweet scent of the $100 an ounce perfume she ordered from France made him dizzy with need. While she tied his ankles to the end of the bed, she dragged her flaming, red acrylic fingernails along the inseam of his legs. His shaft throbbed from the almost erotic images flashing through his mind.

  Now Louise had total control and she enjoyed control.

  “Come on baby, anything you want. But make it quick, I’m going insane here.” Vince silently begged her to continue with this domination and submission game.

  “Shut-up asshole, I’m in charge now,” Louise barked.

  More aggressively still, she wrapped the scarf around his face making him blind to what she was doing. Now he could only hear and smell what was happening. He heard her slipping out of her clothes and giggling.

  “Wait here. I’ve got to go into the kitchen,” she said nastily. “Oh that’s right you can’t move.”

  He felt her run her finger along his body and flinched as her nails dug into his legs. She placed her lips over the top of his cock and slowly lowered her mouth around it letting her tongue slide along the vein down the side to the base. Then she wrapped her tongue around his swelling cock completely like a snake around its prey.

  “I’ll be right back. I need the chocolate syrup…” Louise kissed his mouth deeply then walked away.

  This was the most incredible thing Vince had done in a long time. Because Louise was always working or shopping, they never got time like this to explore. Giving her control had positive advantages. She could let her passions take over. She could do anything she wanted and Vince knew she liked the taste and feel of semen. She thought it was a natural way to get protein.

  Being tied up had its disadvantages also. He couldn’t see anything. He couldn’t touch his throbbing cock and the sound of her footsteps on the kitchen floor were really driving him crazy. All he could hear was her footsteps across the floor. The back door opened. “What the hell is she doing? Probably feeding that fuckin’ dog,” he thought aloud.

  “Did you miss me?”

  “Hell yes!” Vince blurted out.

  The sensation of the cold syrup against his flesh was an indescribable pleasure, surpassed only by the feeling of Louise flickering her tongue to lick it up. Next to the joy of her mouth against his big dong was her naturally wet, perfume-enhanced pussy against his mouth as she slipped into a 69 position. He couldn’t bury his face or tongue deep enough. His pleasure was heightened as she sucked on his cock and he flicked his tongue into her sex.

  Vince nuzzled deeper and rested his chin against her clit. The vibrations of his humming the Alphabet Song sent chills up her back. She almost jerked his penis loose as her mouth sucked hard and she sat upright gasping for air. Vince lapped up the juices coming from within her. Louise’s hand furiously stroked his cock and fondled his balls as she sucked the tip. She then sat upright forcing her pussy to press against his mouth as he relentlessly ate her out. She tugged and stroked the length of his cock with her hand. His penis was red from the friction.

  Louise sat up and threw her head back lost in pleasure. Her pussy seemed to gel against his face. She rotated her hips, grinding her cunt on his eager tongue. Vince mumbled and made yummy sounds, tasting her dripping juices in his mouth. Louise squeezed Vince’s cock as she felt herself peaking. All her muscles tightened as the tension built within her. She was so far gone that she forgot she was holding him.

  Vince felt like a stress toy and the head of his penis bulged as she squeezed relentlessly.

  She came with such a force that it took his breath away… Though that could also have been from her pushing on his stomach to keep herself from collapsing from weakness or the fact she almost ripped his penis off. He was so into her that he didn’t hear the phone ring. She sat on his face and pulled on his hair to continue his journey and oral exploration of every crease and crevice of her womanly cavern.

  “Damn Vince, it’s been a while, babe. Lee’s wife Denise just called and told me there’s a sale at Macys and they close in an hour, so I’ll hurry back to finish. You told me I could do anything I wanted. Thanks, you are the best. You just wait right there!” she said gleefully not waiting for his reply.

  Louise hurriedly dressed and took all the money from Vince’s wallet with her as she scurried out the door. She was so happy.

  “But, but, what about, you know, SHIT, what next?”

  All Vince could do was lay there with a hard-on. His cock was covered with chocolate syrup and Louise’s spit.

  The hungry, mean dog jumped onto the bed and growled at Vince. The dog sniffed the air smelling the syrup and growled ferociously at her tormentor. Vince struggled to get away. He yelled at the dog and it leapt at his groin with teeth bared.

  The screams of unearthly pain could be heard for miles.

  The Other Man

  The slow steady drumming of the rain outside the door was drowning out the moans inside. Looking in through an open window, all that Dave saw was a fire, two half full glasses of champagne, a silver bowl of strawberries and another bowl of cream. That simple tranquility would have been broken by a whimpering cry of deepened ecstasy ringing from the room if Dave could have heard it. Clothes were strewn across the furniture. A wet dress, red brasserie, and a pair of trousers lay on the floor along with a striped button up shirt. Dave pushed his face against the window, his breath fogging the glass as he tried to see what was happening.

  He believed his wife Tami was cheating on him. She had become more distant, more secretive. What he saw here would be his proof. He brought a camera to take pictures, then he would tell her their marriage was OVER. The cold rain drenched his trench coat and Seattle Mariners baseball hat. Still, he stood in the mud determined to find out…tonight. He crept in the shadows along the wall of the house to the next window. There, he stared through the camera into the dimly lit room and saw something moving. Through the lens he saw a woman’s head moving up and down.

  Dear Lord, it’s Tami!!!!!!

  He could barely see her face but it was definitely Tami. In horror, he watched his wife as she held onto another man’s penis, giving him a blowjob like the ones only hookers give. A tear came to his eye as he saw Tami throw her head back. A bead of drool trickled along the corner of her mouth and she smiled wickedly. She still held fast to his enormous hard cock glistening with her spit.

  Tami’s flowing black hair hung across her face as she leaned forward to take the head into her mouth. Her tongue circled the tip moving farther and farther down the shaft. She seemed to moan and abruptly pulled up and stood before her lover. Dave saw she was wearing his favorite thong, the white one with a frilly lace waistband, and no bra.

  Tami cut the thong waistband with a pair of scissors and tossed them aside, as her lover sat in front of her with an incredible hard-on. There was wickedness to her tonight, a side Dave had not seen in quite a while—a kind of dirty, naughty, frisky, “let’s fuck” attitude. As she straddled her lover in the chair (Dave’s favorite chair for football), she reached down and grabbed his cock in her palm and guided the hardness into her opening. The cock twinged and flinched in her hand, as she first just spread her labia with its tip then drew the swollen head into her. As if possessed she slid down the length of it, and screamed in pleasure so ecstatic Dave could almost feel the scream vibrate through him.

  Strangely, Dave was aroused seeing his wife fucking another guy. He watched as she grasped her lover’s wrists and showed him how she wante
d her breasts touched. Her nipples taut from excitement, she moved his fingers against them. Dave remembered touching Tami like that and he was overcome by the fear of losing her to this man.

  When she reached her limit, she firmly pinned her lover’s hands against the back of the chair and slammed against his torso making his head jerk forward from the sheer force. She seemed almost desperate as she reached down and frantically rubbed her clit while she fucked her lover. Dave could see that her fingertips were wet from touching the entrance to her desire. She took her fingertip and rubbed the juices from her sex along the lips of his mouth, dipping a finger into her pussy and touching his lips again. She then kissed his mouth and her hair fell forward, covering their faces. Her chest had sweat on it from her non-stop rhythm of their sex. She slammed her pussy frantically onto his hard cock. She rode his cock with abandon.

  Her mouth opened wide and her eyes strained to stay open as she shivered. She was so close. With an abrupt thrust that buried her lover’s cock to the hilt, she looked up to the sky tears flowing from her eyes and she collapsed and shook in a deep orgasmic climax that seemed to last forever. She flipped her hair to stare into her lover’s eyes. Her face was blank, though her body still jumped from the spastic contractions on his still rock-hard cock inside her.

  In a jealous rage Dave broke in the door and rushed into the living room. Tami grabbed a blanket to cover herself. Dave was crying as he pointed the gun at her. How could she do this to him after everything they’ve been through?

  He couldn’t do it. He screamed at the stranger to stand up. But he remained motionless. Dave was a volcano of emotional pain. He then erupted and shot the lover in the back of the head three times. Tami screamed as the plastic scattered out across the floor and into the fire which hissed and spit, then settled again. The quiet was deafening. Shock took over both of them and a hissing noise echoed through the room.