MoreLust

by S. L. Carpenter

  Debra closed her eyes and wondered when the plane would crash. What’s going to happen to my family? How long will it take them to find us? Won’t it look kind of funny if they find our bodies in the plane bathroom? My father’s gonna have a cardiac. I hope they bury me in that pretty dark blue pantsuit I just bought. Who the fuck is this guy I’m having sex with? At least he’s pretty good at it.

  The plane violently shook, bringing Debra back to reality. She could feel her climax building. Pushing her feet against the wall and leaning back, Debra spread her legs wider, almost touching her knees to her shoulders. Licking her finger, she then rubbed her exposed clit. Her pussy was on fire. Jim watched and held her ass up, continuing to ravish her. She saw the veins pulse on his cock as it sank into her pussy. Closing her eyes ecstatically, she felt the ripples in her vaginal walls as they tightened around his swelling cock. She moaned and shrieked loudly, banging her fists on the wall. The end was nearing for both the plane and for her. Debra pulled his hair, bringing his face to hers. Their lips met and she forced her tongue deep into his mouth.

  Jim was like a jackhammer, slamming deeper and faster into her, then it happened. They screamed together. The climax was so intense they felt the walls shaking and moving. They came together knowing they were crashing toward the ground.

  The stewardess looked down on them as they tumbled out of the bathroom. Jim fell to the floor on his back and Debra toppled out the door on top of him. Dizzy and breathless, Debra looked up. Jim couldn’t see anything because Debra’s crotch was on his face.

  “I’m sorry I opened the door…but with all the screaming and crashing about in there, I was concerned someone might have gotten trapped,” the stewardess said while trying to keep a straight face. “Could you please go to your seat? Please madam, could you tuck that boob in.”

  “But, the plane… I thought it was crashing???” Debra asked while straightening out her clothes as best she could.

  “No, we were just having some major turbulence over this nasty storm. Uh, sir, could you please put that thing away?”

  “Mummmbble, mum, mummble,” Jim fumbled with his trousers as his dick stood out like a flagpole.

  “Oh, sorry Jim. I’ll get up.” Debra giggled while sliding off of his face.

  They both gathered and straightened up their clothes. While walking back to their seats the other passengers applauded.

  “So,” she said trying to compose herself, “where was this interview going to be?”

  “It’s at a company called ‘Compute-graphix.’”

  “Uh, is your name Jim Johnson?’

  “Why yes, it is.”

  “Oh, um, I’m Debra Carlson. I’m supposed to interview you tomorrow but this, um, preliminary interview has told me enough. You seem to have met all my requirements and criteria. You’re hired.”

  The Dancer

  The air in the club was thick with smoke and the ringing sounds of beer bottles and glasses echoed through the dim light. Paul sat at the barstool drinking his sixth beer and waited patiently for his girl. He was a smaller, slim man, powder-gray hair and had a large bulge in his pants that the topless waitress snickered at.

  “Happy to see me?” she smiled.

  With a snarling growl, Paul burped and replied, “I’m waiting for Mona,” then pulled a large wad of dollar bills out of his pocket reducing the bulge.

  The music thumped through the onlookers’ bodies as they drooled uncontrollably at the dancers. Paul glanced at his watch and knew it was her time to perform. He pushed and stumbled to the front table, wanting to be close. He was always her most enthusiastic fan. He had been in the club a few times before and one night caught Mona’s show. Since then he had been a regular patron whenever she performed.

  The lights dimmed to a spotlight and the slow groove of Madonna’s “Take A Bow” pulsed out of the speakers. The stage was dark and empty except for the spotlight. Mona eased her arm out from behind the curtain. Her white full-length gloves covered her skin and she pulled them off, revealing her blood red fingernails. She exposed her leg all the way to her smooth thigh then stepped out onto the stage. She was wearing a white thong, white stiletto shoes and a black silk wrap around her body. Paul smiled wide as his Venus looked upon him. The chatter quieted as the other men caught a glimpse of this vision of unbridled passion.

  To Paul, she was his. She was his angel. She never expected anything from him except admiration. That and a few bucks to let him nuzzle between her large, full, real breasts. Even though most men become attached to strippers after a lap dance or two, he didn’t want it to be something cheap or perverse. He was truly smitten with Mona. He never crossed the line, even though he had thought of asking her for a private dance. He respected her and her artful way of dancing. Mona had become his ultimate fantasy. She was all he ever wanted in a woman and more. He had followed her to all the local amateur nights in the airport district strip clubs.

  A trickle of drool ran down to his chin. Her body seemed to flow like a wave as she moved across the stage. Everything was fluid. It was as if she floated across the stage on a breeze. Every time she turned, the wrap would reveal a little more of her perfectly tanned body. She saw Paul and smiled wickedly and winked at him.

  The wrap fell a little more, revealing her large natural breasts. The men all smiled as she looked nastily at them. She grasped her breasts and licked each nipple, teasing their minds. She walked up to the wanton men and pressed her large breasts around their faces. One by one she pulled the dollar bills clenched between their teeth.

  Paul jerked at his pants trying to get his money out as she pranced around the stage, giving the men a good look at her breasts and letting them nuzzle between them. Paul, feeling excited, pulled out a handful of ones, when she came over to him. Mona giggled and had him slip the money in her thong and nuzzled his little head between her huge breasts, letting him breathe her perfumed body in. She gently kissed his forehead and smiled.

  Paul was in heaven.

  The wrap was almost completely off and the crowd wanted to see more. Mona bent over giving everyone a clear shot of her ass and the tightening of her thong against her wet lips. A loud moan came from the crowd as her glory was revealed. She threw her hair back and shimmied daringly, pulling her thong down her legs and over her heels. She gyrated and rubbed the fabric between her legs.

  Mona licked her lips and smiled as she walked over to Paul and handed him her underwear in exchange for a twenty dollar bill. Paul closed his eyes and put the panties over his face to breathe her passion scent in. His pants almost ripped loose at the crotch at the smell of her. When she bent over in front of him showing her pussy, Paul lost it.

  He stood and knocked his drink over with his stiffened cock. He could feel his pants sticky and wet against his crotch, as he leaned forward and buried his face in her muff. His tongue darted out and licked deeply inside of her. In shock Mona stood up grasping his face between her butt-cheeks. Paul grabbed her hips and frantically pulled back. Mona’s high heels tangled with her wrap. She lost her balance and all 462 pounds of her wobbled, fell off the creaking stage and crashed onto the floor atop Paul’s head. Paul’s neck snapped from the force of the fall and his head got wedged into Mona’s anus.

  It took three men to pull his head out of her ass.

  When the EMT’s arrived, they found Paul lying face up with a smile on his face and covered in feces.

  “Oh My GOD!” shouted a paramedic, “that’s the Congressman! Where’s my camera?!?!?”

  The front page of the next day’s Enquirer had his picture plastered on the cover with the caption “Congressman finally pulls head out of ass at local strip-club.”

  The Hangover

  Nicole’s head pounded loudly and she rolled over in the bed. The constant throb of a hangover was obvious. She wanted to keep her eyes closed against the light and never open them. Instead she rummaged through the clothing thrown across the floor trying to find her underwear.

  Last night
was a blur. She tried desperately to remember what happened but it just became fuzzier. Her last memory was the beautiful wedding and reception at the Hilton. She had a vague image of dancing and talking at the bar with a guy. Her best friend had gotten married and she had been a bridesmaid, again. The old cliché, “Always the bridesmaid never the bride” fit her perfectly. She had been a little down about that.

  Nicole squinted, trying to keep her head from pounding. She wasn’t sure where she was but could see clothing lying over the chair and her gown hanging up on the closet door. A light shone from under the bathroom door and the sound of the shower echoed in the background.

  She sat up, wobbling dizzily from the evening’s leftover spins. Her eyes began to adjust to the dim light and she looked around the room trying to focus on things. She noticed a strange discomfort as she sat on the edge of the bed. Her ass hurt a little and she suddenly thought why. She vaguely remembered having her face buried in the bed and engaging in anal pleasures. She glanced at the floor and saw a pair of boxers and four glow in the dark condom wrappers. She grinned at the wetness between her legs. Too bad she didn’t remember anything!

  Her mind started spinning as she put her head in her hands. Feeling nauseated, she sat on the edge of the bed again.

  Nicole felt the strain of her bladder—she needed to pee. She stood up and staggered towards the bathroom. Tripping over champagne bottles and flowers, she barely kept her balance and had to use the walls of the hallway to support her.

  The bathroom was brightly lit. Nicole squinted as she opened the door and slowly wobbled in.

  The steam from the shower helped to clear her head a little. She sat on the toilet farting loudly. The steady release from her bladder made her sigh as she tinkled. “Ahhhhhhhhh!” Nicole trembled as a chill of relief swept through her.

  “Is that you, hon?” she heard a female’s voice from the shower.

  Her stomach quivered and she let out an abrupt hissing fart that burned her sore anus. With that, she sobered up abruptly, wondering what the hell had happened.

  “Don’t flush dear, I’m almost done here. Unless you want to join me?” the voice giggled.

  “Uhhhh, just a sec.” Nicole considered what she knew as she jiggled her ass above the toilet getting the last drips of wetness off her. What should I do? Where did the condoms come from? How drunk was I last night? Is this why I have this aftertaste in my mouth? Am I gay now? Why does my ass hurt? Is the woman pretty? Does she have bigger boobs than I do?

  Nicole was torn and also curious as to what had happened last night. She had never done anything of a lesbian nature. Feeling that whatever happened last night happened and she couldn’t change it, Nicole decided to just go with the flow.

  “You were incredible last night,” the mystery woman said. “I hope you had fun too. You certainly seemed to be enjoying yourself.”

  In a desperate attempt to seem like she had a recollection of what happened, Nicole just agreed and sat on the cold porcelain toilet. Her pussy was sore from whatever happened the night before and it irritated her when she urinated.

  “It was a new experience for me, that’s for sure,” she finally said, trying to be convincing.

  “Are you coming in here or not?” the mystery woman asked in a playful tone.

  Nicole stood up and took a deep breath. She closed her eyes collecting her thoughts. She breathed out, pulling herself together and opened the shower door.

  As she stepped into the shower the woman faced away from her. She had long blonde hair and a nice shape to her. Her ass was firm and rounded like a teardrop. The small tattoo on the small of her back was petite and feminine. She stood about 5 foot 5 inches tall and had olive-toned skin.

  “Can you wash my back? I’d appreciate it,” she said, handing Nicole the puff cloth. “After all,” she said slyly, “it’s your fault I hurt it. “

  Nicole, felt lost and confused. She crossed a line she wasn’t sure she was ready for. Mostly she felt uncomfortable but still curious. She couldn’t help but stare admiringly at the woman’s body while slowly rubbing her back with the cloth and watching the bubbles trickle down to her ass with the warm water. Nicole felt a sense of closeness and moved the woman’s wet hair to the side and pressed against her body.

  The woman turned her face to Nicole and leaned against her body. “Hello again lover,” she whispered.

  Nicole saw her face again for the first time. She had a very pretty face. Nicole felt compelled to wrap her arms around and wash her perky, small breasts with the puff cloth and soap. The feel of the slippery flesh against hers became more arousing as the seconds passed.

  Nicole understood how she could have been attracted to this woman the previous night. She had a deep sensuality to her. Maybe there was more to this. She could never stay in a long-term relationship with a man. She always seemed to be able to talk to women more easily than men. But, she did LOVE the feel of a man’s hard cock inside of her. That was one thing she could never do without.

  They kissed gently as the woman leaned her head back, letting Nicole feel her breasts. She tasted the inside of Nicole’s mouth with the tip of her tongue. Nicole seemed almost to mold to her. As the heat rose, her inner desires and the unknown boundaries excited her in more ways than she had ever imagined possible. Thoughts of another woman’s body rubbing against hers. Thoughts of a knowing woman suckling her pussy the way men can’t. The images shot through her mind, as she kissed this beautiful woman.

  The woman’s nipples were erect and the water trickled off the tips like a waterfall. Nicole’s fingers followed the colors and textures of the mystery woman’s breasts and nipples. She breathed a long drawn-out moan of pleasure.

  Nicole ran her finger against the woman’s nipples and was aroused by the deepened moaning. She noticed the moaning was coming from both of them. This made it clear that the feelings they had were mutual. Nicole had never touched another woman like this before but it seemed almost natural to her. As the woman reached back to grasp Nicole’s ass, Nicole slowly moved her hand down the front of her crossing a boundary she hadn’t crossed before, at least not while she was sober. She knew what her own pussy felt like and having a man touch her made her almost cum from a simple flick of a finger.

  She felt the small patch of hair and twisted it in her fingers and kissed her shoulder. Nicole began to salivate as she pictured plunging her finger into the woman’s slick pussy, how she could rub the folds of flesh between her fingers and feel her clit swell. She was being sucked into this real life fantasy.

  At first she wasn’t sure what she felt so she grabbed it again. Either this woman had something stuck inside of her or Nicole had her hand on a rather large penis.

  The woman moaned in pleasure and Nicole grasped harder. The woman turned around and Nicole gasped as she looked down to see an enormous erect penis pointed at her.

  “What the fuck is that?” Nicole shouted.

  “Well it’s clearly a penis,” the woman answered, obviously amused. “Don’t you remember? It was in every orifice you have last night…you didn’t seem to mind then.”

  “Good lord! I must have really been drunk last night. What happened?”

  They both dried off and Nicole sat listening to Samantha, Sam for short. It seemed Sam was a she-male and a friend of the groom.

  “Last night I sat talking to you at the bar. You were drinking and picked me up at the wedding. I told you I was a she-male and you dared me to show you my penis. You led me to the room and had every kind of carnal pleasure known to man…or woman…with me.”

  Nicole’s pounding headache returned and she felt extremely ill. “Please tell me nobody knows about this. My family wouldn’t understand,” Nicole begged.

  “Well, you hiked up my skirt and gave me a blow job in the cab after leaving the reception…” Sam paused seeing Nicole sweating. “But only your sister and some guy named William saw it.”

  The Pits

  The crowd was enormous and violent, while
the music blasted at a deafening level. It was by far the best Linkin Park concert I’d been to that year.

  I glanced over into the mosh pit below me and couldn’t believe my eyes. What a goddess! I had to get a closer look. So I thought, “What the Hell?” and dove off the bleachers and into the crowd.

  After a few minutes the blood stopped and my headache was dulling a little (the bottle of Rum helped too).

  Now my only problem was to find HER amongst this mass of bodies thrashing around me. After about three songs I spotted her going around the outside circle of the mosh dancing and bashing about. She was a vision.

  I could tell that she was really into fashion. Spiked ruby red and bright yellow hair shaved on one side with the word “BITCH” buzzed in, a nose ring of a skull, lip ring, six or seven earrings with one attached to a chain connecting to her other nose ring and black lipstick. The barbed wire tattoo around her neck and the other tattoo on her arm of two roses intertwined around the words “FUCK OFF” only accentuated her petite frame. She was wearing a leather peek-a-boo bra that only partially covered her large, slightly sagging breasts with two nipple rings that looked like handcuffs, a puke green miniskirt, black fishnet stockings ripped to shreds and red cowboy boots. My god, she was beautiful!

  I figured the easiest way to get close to her was to join into the inside circle of the mosh going in the opposite direction and speak to her whenever we would meet. The only way to get over there was to go over the top.

  I screamed at the drunken skinhead in front of me, “DUDE, I need to get into the middle of that mosh!”

  “BODYSURFER!!!!!” the idiot shouted and three guys picked me up and threw me into the air.

  Now surfing over a crowd can be a very painful experience. I had my balls grabbed six times, my eyes poked, ass pinched, wallet stolen, shirt ripped before I was dumped into the mosh headfirst and my headache came back. But it would be worth it if I could talk to her.