Carnal Lust

by J P Hunter

  While Teagan went back to riding my cock, I reached out and grabbed ahold of her tits, one in each hand.

  “That’s what I’m talking about,” she said, staring down at me with an intense look. “Squeeze my tits.”

  So I did, squeezing them tightly, causing her to pummel me even more aggressively. As she hammered herself down atop me, she glared down at me with fire in her eyes and said, “Slap my tits.”

  I did as I was told, giving her two good smacks, one on each tit.

  “That’s right, just like that,” she said, bouncing up and down on me with her full weight, our bodies coming together with loud, wet, slapping sounds. “Smack my fucking tits. Smack them like you mean it!”

  I continued smacking away Teagan’s tits while she impaled herself on my cock. I was enjoying myself immensely—too much in fact. I needed to take a little break, and fast, before it was too late.

  So, after giving Teagan a few more smacks for good measure, I slid out from underneath her, forcing my cock out of her pussy.

  “What’s the matter?” she asked, flashing me a confused look.

  “Nothing,” I said. “I just need to take a little time to recover before, you know . . .”

  She smiled and nodded knowingly. “Gotcha.”

  “But don’t worry,” I said. “I’ll keep you plenty busy while I recuperate.”

  “Sounds good to me,” Teagan said.

  I stood up, then reached my hand down towards her. “May I?”

  “You may,” she said, grasping my hand.

  I helped Teagan to her feet then picked her up in my arms and carried her over to the couch while she giggled playfully and nibbled on my ear. Once there, I dropped her atop the couch, lengthwise and on her back, so her head was lying on the pillow nestled into the crevice between the cushions and the armrest. Then I spread her legs, putting one of them up over the back of the couch, opening her up to me.

  Once she was in position, I held my hand out in front of my face, showing it to her. It was balled in a fist except for my index and middle fingers, which were sticking straight out and pressed together.

  “The fingers are the great equalizer,” I said. “The easiest way for a man to guarantee that any woman comes away satisfied without having to worry about cumming too soon.”

  “That sounds like fun to me,” Teagan said, grinning from ear to ear. “And don’t be shy with them. Feel free to get them in there and get them dirty.”

  “Oh, don’t worry,” I said. “I will.”

  And with that, I leaned forward and slid two fingers inside Teagan’s pussy.

  Teagan took a deep breath and let it out in a rush as I began exploring around. I started slowly but it wasn’t long before I settled into a good rhythm, my fingers gliding in and out of her slick, soaking wet pussy with ease while she moaned and squirmed.

  I gradually increased the intensity, slamming my fingers inside Teagan’s pussy at a faster pace, her moans growing more animated as I finger-fucked her with more aggression. I lifted my body up a little higher, changing the angle a bit and relieving some of the pressure on my arm.

  “That’s it, that’s it,” Teagan said, her voice insistent. “Bang that fucking pussy with your fingers. Harder, baby. Give it to me harder!”

  I was already giving it to Teagan pretty good, but if she wanted it harder, I had no problem giving it to her. I rose up even higher, allowing me deeper access to her pussy, which I took advantage of, pummeling her with everything I had, my fingers working furiously, the tips curled up so I could rub her G-spot while I banged away at her snatch.

  “There you go,” she said, her voice more intense than before and rising with every word. With one of her hands she’d began to rub at her clit like a madwoman. “Holy shit that feels so fucking incredible!”

  I worked her pussy for another full minute before slipping a third finger inside, filling her up, all while still banging away, not slowing down one bit. She continued working her clit, just as aggressively as before.

  “Right there, right there!” Teagan screamed. “That’s the spot, that’s the fucking spot!”

  I continued pounding away, my fingers disappearing inside Teagan’s pussy as she bucked against me, forcing my fingers deeper and deeper inside her.

  “Holy shit I’m going to fucking cum again!” Teagan screamed. Staring directly at me, her face a mask of focused intensity, she said, “Don’t you dare stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop!”

  Even before she’d said that, there was no way I was going to stop, not seeing how hard she was getting off. Especially not with her so close to cumming.

  Teagan’s orgasm came shortly after. It arrived with a low-pitched, animalistic growl, her body tightening up for a moment before releasing in a flurry of movement, sending a wave of juices streaming out of her pussy, drenching my hand and arm.

  After taking a few seconds to catch her breath, Teagan pulled my fingers out of her pussy and brought them up to her mouth. She sucked her pussy juices off them, one finger at a time, before letting them go.

  “You’re pretty fucking good at that,” she said, smiling at me. Her hair was a mess and her mascara was running down her face from the exertion.

  “Thanks,” I said. “It’s kind of my specialty.”

  “I can tell,” Teagan said. “But now I need your cock again. Are you ready to stick it back in me?”

  “I can’t wait,” I said.

  “Neither can I,” Teagan said, quickly flipping around onto her hands and knees on the couch. Now she was in the doggy position, facing away from me so her perfect ass was pointed right at my face, staring at me, taunting and tempting me at the same time.

  “Well?” Teagan said, turning her head so she could look back at me. “What are you waiting for?”

  My smile growing wider, I climbed up to my knees and shuffled over towards Teagan until I was poised directly behind her. I stared down at her ass for a few seconds, admiring its beauty, then grabbed ahold of my hard cock and slipped it into her wet, waiting pussy. She was so wet it went in easily and immediately engulfed my cock with it’s warmth.

  “Just sit tight,” Teagan said, her head still turned back, looking at me. “Let me do the work for now.”

  “My pleasure,” I said, holding my body still while Teagan moved her ass back against me. She started slowly but quickly gained speed until she was hammering her ass back into me with serious intensity, forcing my cock balls-deep inside her pussy.

  “Do you like that?” she asked, still looking back at me. “Do you like it when I do all the work? When I slam my ass back into you?”

  “I love it,” I said.

  “So do I, baby,” she said. “So do I.”

  Teagan shifted her upper body so she was facing directly forward, her tight body perpendicular to mine, maximizing her leverage and allowing her to slam her body back into me even harder, her ass pounding against with my hips with serious aggression, hard enough that the sounds of our flesh filled the room like a gunshot every time we came together.

  “Holy shit,” Teagan cried. “Holy fucking shit! That feels so good. So fucking good!”

  A few seconds later, her body tensed up again, and shortly after that, released in a spasm of movement as another orgasm rocked her. But it didn’t even slow her down one bit.

  “It’s your turn now, baby,” Teagan said after her orgasm had passed. “Take control. Show me what you can do. Give it to me like you mean it.”

  So I did, grabbing Teagan by the hips and slamming my cock deep inside her pussy, giving her the whole thing, from tip to base, my balls smacking up against the underside of her snatch with every pump.

  “That’s what I’m talking about,” Teagan said. “Pound me with that fucking cock of yours. Give it to me. I need it, I need it, I need it!”

  Her spine was arched, showing off her back muscles and shoulder blades and her head was high, her chin tilted towards the ceiling. I keyed in on her hair, suddenly feeling the urge to grab onto it
. So I did, giving it a yank, which set Teagan off again.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she said between grunting screams. “That’s right, pull my hair. Pull my fucking hair while you fuck me with your big, hard cock!”

  The combination of Teagan’s talking, her overwhelming excitement, and the pure physical sensation of fucking her doggy-style were rapidly pushing me towards orgasm.

  Somehow Teagan could sense it too. “Are you ready to cum?” she asked.

  “Fuck yeah,” I replied.

  “Then cum all over my back,” she said. “Can you do that?”

  “Yeah,” I said, hammering away at her harder than ever.

  “I want to feel your cum all over my flesh,” Teagan said. “Cum for me, Brian. Cum for me right now.”

  As with the rest of the night, I couldn’t refuse Teagan. I slammed my cock into her one final time and held it there for a moment, deep inside her pussy, until I was mere milliseconds away from cumming, then yanked it out and jerked myself off, spraying my sperm all over her back.

  “Holy fucking shit,” I groaned as my cock shot stream after stream of white cum onto Teagan’s back and ass, sending some of it rocketing out so far that it got in her hair.

  “Goddamn that was a huge fucking load,” Teagan said, laughing softly, once my orgasm had finally passed.

  “Tell me about it,” I said.

  “I feel like someone dumped a bucket of it on my back,” she added, laughing some more.

  “Yeah, that was pretty insane,” I said, flopping down onto the couch next to her. “I’m spent.”

  “As well you should be,” Teagan replied, still on her hands and knees, looking at me with a wide smile. “That was one hell of a session.”

  “You can say that again,” I said.

  “Especially for our first time together,” she added.

  “We did have some pretty good chemistry,” I said.

  “More than pretty good,” Teagan said, climbing to her feet, careful not to let her back touch the couch, lest any of my cum get on it. “It was great.”

  She held out her hand and I took it and she pulled me to my feet.

  “Now let’s go get cleaned up and head back to the party. I don’t want our friends to worry about what happened to us.”

  “Fuck them,” I said. “I think after we get cleaned up we should have a few drinks here and dirty ourselves up again.”

  “Another round? Tonight?”

  “Sure,” I said. “Why not?”

  “Can you get it up again?”

  “Hell yeah,” I said. “Just give me half an hour and I’ll be ready to go.”

  Teagan eyed me with a sly gaze. “I like the way you think, mister.”

  “And I like the way you look,” I said. “Among other things.”

  She laughed and leaned over and locked her lips to mine. After making out for a little bit, she broke off our embrace but didn’t go far, keeping her face right in front of mine, our foreheads touching.

  “I know I said it earlier, but I have to repeat it,” Teagan said. “Where have you been my whole life?”

  “It doesn’t matter,” I said. “Because I’m here now.”

  “As am I,” she said. “As am I. And that’s all that matters.”

  “Exactly,” I replied. “That’s the only thing that matters.”

  #####

  DOMINATED BY HIS KINKY LADY

  Matt Hoffman was horny as hell when he got home from working the midnight shift. Jennifer, his live-in girlfriend of six months, was already asleep and she had to be up in four hours to go to work, so waking her wasn’t an option. Which was fine by Matt; sometimes it was just easier to jerk off anyway. He didn’t have to worry about pleasing anyone but himself.

  Making sure the door to the bedroom was closed so he wouldn’t disturb Jen, Matt sat down on the couch, opened the laptop, and put it on the coffee table. After surfing the internet for a few minutes he found exactly what he was looking for: a link advertising a tiny little brunette with gigantic fake tits getting fucked in the ass. He clicked on the link and slid his cock out of his pants.

  Matt was just starting to get into it when he heard the door creak open behind him. He quickly leaned forward and flipped the laptop shut, then stuffed his cock back into his pants, hoping that he wasn’t too late. The last thing he needed right now was to get in an argument with his girlfriend.

  “What are you doing?” Jen asked, wearing one of his t-shirts and nothing else. It barely covered her ass and made her already long legs look even longer. Her shoulder-length blonde hair was messed up from sleeping, but that just made her look more sexy. And her nipples were hard and poking up against the cotton.

  “Nothing,” Matt said, unable to take his eyes off her. He found himself wondering—as he often did—how he’d ended up with such a smoking hot chick and how long she would put up with his crap before getting rid of his ass.

  “Yeah, right,” she said. “Don’t give me that shit. You were doing something on the laptop.”

  “I was just looking at fantasy football.”

  “Football, huh?”

  “Yeah.”

  Jen came around the couch and was standing in front of him, glaring down on him. She glanced down at his groin.

  “Does fantasy football usually give you a boner?”

  “Actually,” Matt said, “You always say that it does.”

  “Yeah, dumb question, I guess,” Jen said. “But the computer screen won’t lie. You don’t mind if I take a look, do you?”

  “There’s no need,” Matt said. “I already closed the page. I had just finished up and was coming to bed.”

  “Then you really won’t mind if I peek at it,” Jen said. She reached for the laptop.

  Matt sat back and dropped his eyes and shook his head. There was no use trying to stop her now. He was just going to have to take his medicine like a man.

  Jen flipped open the laptop. The video Matt had been watching picked up right where it had left off.

  “Yeah, you were just about finished, all right,” Jen said, looking back at him.

  Matt kept his mouth shut. He knew that anything he said now would just get him in more trouble.

  “Well,” Jen said, surprisingly sounding more amused than pissed off. “What do you have to say for yourself?”

  “What can I say?” Matt asked. “You were asleep and I was feeling it. So I decided to take care of my problem.”

  “Did you even bother trying to wake me up?”

  “No, I figured you just wanted to sleep.”

  “Why did you think that?”

  Matt shrugged.

  “You know what I think?” Jen said. “I think you would rather watch some slut take it in the ass than fuck your girlfriend.”

  “That’s not true,” Matt said.

  “No? Then how do you explain coming home and turning on porn without even trying to wake me up.”

  “I already told you—”

  “Yeah, yeah,” she said. Her words were harsh but her tone said it was all in good fun. She wasn’t really all that pissed at him. “You just figured I wanted to sleep.”

  “Exactly.”

  “So you would rather fuck me than watch porn?”

  “Of course,” Matt said.

  “You’re gonna have to prove it to me,” Jen said.

  “Gladly,” Matt said, starting to stand up.

  Jen put her hands on her shoulders and gave him a shove, knocking him back down onto the couch. “No, no, no,” she said. “You’re just going to sit there and let me do whatever I want to you until I say you can do otherwise. That’s how you’re going to prove it to me.”

  Matt tried not to smile. He loved it when Jen took charge. He only wished she did it more often. If he would have known how easy it was to get her to take charge, he would have done something like this earlier.

  “Fine, fine,” he said, sounding annoyed. “Whatever you say.”

  “Don’t give me that shit,” Jen said. “
You know you love it. But tonight I’m going to take things further than ever before.”

  “Promises, promises,” Matt said.

  “Yeah, you just wait, mister. You just wait.”

  And with that, Jen slipped off her t-shirt off, leaving her completely naked. Matt again marveled at how smoking hot she was with her sculpted arms, gorgeous tits, washboard stomach, perfect ass and long, shapely legs.

  As Matt stared at Jen, she started playing with her pussy, rubbing the outside of it with her fingers, slowly at first, before gradually picking up steam.

  Matt’s cock was still hard from earlier and getting harder with every passing second. He pulled it out of his pants and started playing with it.

  But Jen was having none of that. She bent over and slapped his arm away with her free hand.

  “I told you to sit there and watch, not to play with your cock,” she said. “You’re being punished, not rewarded. Now don’t fucking touch it again, okay?”

  “Okay,” Matt said in a disappointed tone.

  Jen glared at him for a moment, then went back to work on her pussy, slipping two fingers inside it. She started fucking herself, initially taking her time before ramping things up. It wasn’t long before she was hammering her fingers in and out of her pussy, getting it wetter and wetter while her groans grew continually louder.

  Looking up at her, Matt tried to keep the smile off his face but couldn’t. He was enjoying himself way too much. His dick was harder than ever, sticking straight up out of his pants, pointed directly towards the ceiling. It was all he could do to not start playing with it, especially with Jen standing over him, taunting him with her fingers inside her sweet pussy.

  Grinning widely, enjoying herself immensely, Jen pulled her fingers out of her pussy and stuck them in her mouth and sucked her juices off. Then she spread Matt’s legs apart and stepped forward, her body in between his legs, so her pussy was directly above his cock, just inches away.

  Matt reached out towards her pussy but she slapped him away again.

  “Don’t touch anything,” Jen said, staring at him. Her smile had morphed into a an evil little smirk. “Not until I tell you to. Understand?”