Carnal Lust

by J P Hunter

  “Holy fucking shit,” Brenda says, straddling his face as he works her pussy with his tongue. “That feels so fucking good.”

  Hank goes to town on her pussy, his tongue working it feverishly as she rides his face, grinding atop it in a circular motion, enjoying herself immensely.

  “That’s what I’m fucking talking about!” Brenda says, practically screaming now. “Eat that fucking snatch! Eat that dirty fucking snatch!”

  And eat it Hank does, forcing his tongue as deep inside her as he can. His cock is rock hard, sticking straight up, and even though he was in danger of cumming not too long ago, Brenda just can’t resist the temptation. So she leans forward and takes his cock in her mouth, sucking on it gently, caressing it with her tongue, her lips, her mouth.

  Half a minute later, Hank releases Brenda’s waist and puts his hands on her asscheeks and spreads her ass apart, allowing him deeper access to her insides. He slides his rigid tongue as far into her pussy as it will go as she bounces up and down on his face. She has taken to sucking his cock with a little more intensity, but so far, Hank doesn’t seem to be in any danger of cumming. Perhaps he’s too caught up in what he’s doing to worry about anything else.

  Eventually Hank lifts Brenda’s body up enough for him to slide his tongue out of her pussy.

  “Is everything all right?” she asks, pulling her head off his cock for a moment.

  “It’s great,” Hank says between deep breaths. “I just needed to catch my breath.”

  Before Brenda can say anything else, Hank pulls back down on her hips, forcing her ass back onto his face. But this time he goes straight for her asshole instead of her pussy.

  “Oh my,” Brenda says. “Now the real fun begins.”

  Hank licks all around her asshole, getting it nice and wet and warmed up, then slides the tip of his tongue inside it.

  Brenda lets out a deep, guttural moan. Cursing under her breath, she rides his face with newfound enthusiasm while he tongues her asshole.

  “Shit, shit, shit!” Brenda screams as another orgasm approaches. “I’m gonna fucking cum again!”

  Hank doesn’t let up on her asshole one bit, and a short time later her body tenses up for a heartbeat, then releases in a spasm of activity, her legs quivering, her entire body shaking, and her pussy releasing a torrent of juices all over Hank’s face as another orgasm overcomes her.

  After Brenda recovers, she rolls off of Hank’s body onto the floor next to him. She climbs onto her hands and knees, so she’s positioned doggy-style, her perfect ass in the air immediately to his right.

  “Enough playing around,” she says, turning to look back at him. “I need your cock inside me. Now.”

  Hank doesn’t have be to told twice. He’s up and on his feet in a heartbeat, and less than a second later he’s sidling up to her, his hands on her hips and the tip of his cock pressing against her pussy.

  “Screw that,” Brenda says, reaching back and grabbing his hard cock in her hand. She angles it upwards, so it’s pressing against her asshole. “Forget about my pussy. I want it straight in my ass. Is that okay with you?”

  “More than okay,” Hank says, slowly forcing his body forward. His cock is pushing against her anus but hasn’t quite penetrated it yet. “In fact, I prefer it that way.” And with that, he pushes forward, slipping his hard cock into Brenda’s asshole.

  “Holy fucking shit,” Brenda says as Hank’s cock gradually works its way deeper into her asshole. He’s taking things slow, giving it to her inch-by-inch, allowing her asshole a chance to get used to the size of his cock.

  Once Brenda’s asshole loosens up a bit, Hank starts fucking her with more insistence, still moving relatively slowly but giving her his entire cock with every thrust.

  “You’re cock feels so good in my asshole,” Brenda says. She turns her head and looks back at him. “Tell me how much you like fucking my ass.”

  “I love fucking your ass,” Hank says.

  “Yeah?” Brenda asks, smiling wickedly. “You like how my asshole grips your cock, trying to suck the life from it?”

  Hank nods.

  “Do you like the dirtiness of it all?” Brenda says. “The nastiness?”

  “The nastier the better,” Hank says as he fucks her with slow, measured strokes, giving her his entire cock every time.

  “You like it nasty, do you?” she says.

  Hank nods.

  “Then try this on for size,” Brenda says, pulling her body forward, forcing his cock to slip out of her ass.

  Before Hank knows what’s going on, Brenda spins around so she’s facing him, her head directly in front of his cock. Then she takes the tip of his cock between her lips and starts to suck.

  “I love the taste of my ass,” Brenda says after popping his cock out of her mouth. “Do you like it when I lick my ass juices off your cock?”

  “Fuck yeah,” Hank says.

  “Do you mind if I do it some more?”

  “Not at all.”

  Giggling, Brenda takes his cock in her mouth again and starts to suck on it. But this time she doesn’t limit herself to the tip. She takes it progressively further and further down until she’s swallowing the whole thing, deepthroating him with ease.

  “Oh my god,” Hank says, marveling at her skills.

  Brenda is looking up at him, maintaining eye contact while continuing to deepthroat him. Tears are leaking from her eyes but otherwise she’s in no distress.

  She holds him in her throat for a full twelve second before pulling off, leaving his cock dripping with her saliva.

  “Are you ready to fuck my ass some more?” Brenda asks.

  “Hell yes.”

  Brenda turns around and offers him her ass once again. She’s still on her knees, but this time her head and shoulders are on the floor, pushing her ass higher up in to the air, giving Hank a different angle to work with.

  He crawls forward and slips his cock back into her asshole, not taking things nearly as slowly this time, giving Brenda his entire cock right from the get-go and hammering away at her asshole.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” she screams. “Just like that. Just like that! Pound my fucking asshole! Pound it!”

  So pound it Hank does, slamming his body into Brenda’s ass while she eggs him on.

  After a minute or so of hammering away at Brenda’s asshole, Hank climbs to his feet until he is squatting over her, giving him a better angle to work with and allowing him to fuck her ass with even more leverage.

  Now his balls are slapping up against her pussy at the end of every thrust and Brenda is flinching every time their bodies come together.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she screams, even louder now, animalistic grunts escaping from her mouth along with the words. She’s no longer able to put a sentence together, the sounds from her mouth are more guttural, less measured.

  Hank is in the same state, moans and grunts and deep breaths are all that he can manage.

  Reaching back with her hands, Brenda grabs her ass cheeks and spreads her ass wide, allowing Hank deeper access to her insides. And he takes it, giving her everything he has now, fucking her ass as intensely and aggressively as he can until he’s ready to burst.

  Brenda senses his time is about to come, but she’s super-close to getting off once again herself and she wants to get there first, so she screams, “Don’t you fucking cum! Don’t you dare fucking cum yet! Not until I do!”

  Hank grunts in what sounds like an assent but he doesn’t seem to confident about it. So Brenda decides to give him a little advice to help things along.

  “Pull my hair,” she says desperately, practically growling the words. “Pull my fucking hair while you fuck my ass.”

  And Hank does, grabbing a handful of it and yanking back while continuing to pound away at Brenda’s asshole.

  “Holy shit yes,” Brenda screams, her head snapping back, putting pressure on her spine and shoulders and neck. Beautiful, wonderful pressure. She growls in a wordless groan and her third
orgasm comes almost immediately.

  Screaming wordlessly, her body shakes and shimmies, her toes tapping against the carpet and her legs quivering as Hank continues pummeling away at her. She shakes her head and lets out a series of deep grunts and moans and wordless screams as the orgasm washes through her, forcing juices out of her pussy and all over the floor.

  “Your turn,” Brenda says to Hank once she’s through. She twists her neck so she can see his face. “Are you ready to cum?”

  He nods desperately.

  Brenda pulls her body forward, forcing Hank’s cock to slip out of her asshole and then quickly spins around. His hand is still gripping her hair as she takes his cock in her mouth once again, jerking him off with one hand and playing with his balls with the other while her lips move up and down on his cock.

  With so much stimulation at once, Hank can only hold out for a few seconds. He curses under his breath and his face screws up in a mask of pleasure and discomfort that is the universal sign for a man’s orgasm.

  Brenda pulls her lips off Hank’s cock but continues jerking him off and playing with his balls. Hank’s body tenses up for a moment. She aims the tip of his cock at her face just as he starts to release, sending white streams of sperm shooting against her skin.

  Hank unleashes a huge load, spraying her upwards of six times, his cum splashing against her face, getting in her mouth, her eyes, her hair, dripping down onto her chest.

  Once he’s through, Brenda takes his cock in her mouth one last time and sucks on it until he’s squirming in discomfort.

  She eventually releases him, laughing all the while.

  “So, what did you think?” she says as she rubs his sperm into her skin, occasionally pausing to lick her fingers clean.

  “I think we need to do this again sometime,” Hank says.

  “I agree,” Brenda says. “And soon.”

  “Very soon,” Hank says.

  “But next time I want you to get a little more aggressive with me. Slap me around a bit, that sort of thing.”

  “You’re into that?”

  Smiling wickedly, Brenda nods. “Is that okay with you?”

  “That’s fucking great,” Hank says.

  “You like that kind of stuff too?”

  “Hell yes. The rougher the better.”

  “Sweet,” Brenda says. “It’s a date then.”

  “Just tell me when,” Hank says.

  “Tomorrow night. Same time. Same place.”

  “I’ll be here.”

  “I know you will.”

  #####

  PUT TO THE TEST

  I was sitting at the end of the bar, minding my own business and enjoying the scenery, when I caught a glimpse of a woman who was vastly different from the rest of the skinny, emaciated girls that seemed to populate the bars out here in SoCal. She was standing by herself, leaning against the bar on the other side of the room, checking things out, just like I was. And true to form, mere milliseconds after I spotted her, she turned towards me as if sensing my interest.

  We locked eyes and stared at each other as our brains went through the millions of instantaneous, unconscious determinations that would decide our level of attraction for each other.

  It took less than a second for my brain to come to inform me that I was, indeed, incredibly attracted to her. And she must have come to the same realization, as before I could even think about what my next move should be, she started walking across the bar towards me.

  As she approached, I observed her in a more clinical, rational way, taking in her entire body at once, then piece by piece, and putting it all together.

  She was a very tall woman—practically the same height as me even without heels—and built like a brick shithouse. She wasn’t fat but she wasn’t skinny either. She had some meat on her, from her midsection to her hips to her bubbly ass to her long, powerful, figure-skater legs.

  As she came closer I got a better look at her face. She had prominent features; big, brown eyes, a good-sized nose, full lips and long blonde hair. Her makeup was subtle, accentuating her features but not drowning them, making her look more like an old-school pin-up star than a modern slut.

  Then there were her tits. They were the first thing I noticed but I’d deliberately skipped over them so I could come back to them at the end and let my gaze linger. They were huge: the size of my head if not bigger. Absolutely incredible. And while it was too early to tell if they were natural, I didn’t really give a shit. The way I figured it, if I could touch them and play with them and suck on them, that was good enough for me.

  It wasn’t until she sat down next to me that I realized she was a bit older. Early-thirties, probably. Not old by any stretch of the imagination, but older than me by a good seven or eight years. But that was okay, I didn’t have a problem with older women. In fact, I’d always dreamed of being with one.

  “How’s it going?” she said after sitting down, taking charge of the situation right away, which was no surprise to me. That was one of the things I’d noticed immediately; she appeared to be the kind of woman who wasn’t afraid to take the lead.

  “Not bad,” I replied.

  “You want another beer?” she asked, gesturing towards my nearly empty glass.

  “Sure,” I said.

  She whistled down to the bartender and I came over immediately.

  “Hey Vicki,” the bartender said. Apparently her name was Vicki. And from the way her and the bartender were interacting, she was obviously a regular.

  “Hey Frank,” Vicki replied. “Two beers. A Killian’s for me, and—” She turned her head towards me.

  “A Killian’s for me too,” I said.

  “Just put it on my tab,” Vicki said to Frank.

  “You got it,” Frank replied. He disappeared then reappeared ten seconds later with the two beers. He set one in front of Vicki and one in front of me then disappeared once again.

  “Thanks for the beer,” I said, taking a sip from the chilled glass.

  “No problem,” Vicki replied.

  “I have to ask, though: What prompted this little palaver.”

  “Well, I saw you looking over at me and decided to see if it was just casual or if you had something else in mind,” she replied.

  “And what does your gut tell you?” I asked.

  “If I thought it was just casual I wouldn’t have come over,” she said.

  I laughed and we both took another drink of our beers.

  “Was I correct in my assumption?” Vicki asked once she’d set her drink down.

  “You were indeed,” I said. “I must confess to having more than just a casual interest in you.”

  “That’s good to hear,” she said. “Because I feel the same way about you.”

  A little tingle went down my spine and I tried unsuccessfully not to smile.

  “But I have to warn you,” Vicki said. “You may want to think a little more carefully before you commit to anything.”

  “Oh yeah?” I said, suddenly cautious. “And why is that?”

  “Because I’m a bit of a control freak,” she said. “I like to be in charge, to take the lead and run the show, doing whatever I want along the way.”

  I let out a relieved little laugh. “That’s it? I thought you were going to say you were really a man or something.”

  “Nope,” Vicki said. “I just like to get that part out of the way up front. Most men don’t deal with it very well.”

  “Actually, I don’t mind that sort of thing. I kind of enjoy it, to be perfectly honest.”

  “Yeah, I kind of figured that about you,” Vicki said. “You look like you’re not afraid to get a little freaky in the sack.”

  “Is that right?”

  “Yep,” she said. “That’s why I headed over here in the first place. I’m an expert at reading people. Of course, just because I could tell you were into that sort of thing doesn’t mean that you can actually handle a night with me.”

  I laughed softly.

&nb
sp; “You think differently?” Vicki asked.

  “Let’s just say I haven’t come across much that I can’t handle,” I said.

  “Is that right?”

  I nodded.

  “Fair enough,” Vicki said, a knowing little smirk worming onto her face. “But I have to warn you, most of the men I approach like this same the same thing. They all think they can handle me. Every single one of them. But it’s rare I find one that actually can without complaint. Especially with what I dish out.”

  “It’s that intense, huh?”

  Smiling, Vicki nodded vigorously.

  I smiled back. “Then it sounds like it would be fun.”

  “So you’re game?”

  “Absolutely,” I said. “On one condition.”

  The look Vicki shot me was more intrigued than skeptical. “What’s that?”

  “If I can handle whatever you can dish out tonight, then I earn another night with you. Where we find out if you can handle what I can dish out.”

  “Sounds fair enough to me,” Vicki said.

  “So you like to receive as much as you like to give?” I asked.

  “Not as much,” she said, smiling. “But pretty close.”

  “Same here,” I said.

  “Then it appears we have come to an agreement,” Vicki said.

  “It does indeed.”

  Vicki pounded the rest of her beer and rose to her feet. “Do you mind if we go to my place? It’s just a couple blocks away.”

  I too finished my beer and set the glass down. “No problem at all.”

  She grabbed my hand and gruffly pulled me off the stool. “Then let’s go.”

  #

  Five minutes later we arrived at Vicki’s place. She unlocked the door and held it open for me. I walked in, stopped just inside, and looked around. It was a nice place, if a little plain. Comfortable but more functional than anything else.

  Vicki closed the door behind us. I turned around to face her and found that she was already on her knees, right there in the hallway, looking up at me with focused intent.

  “Oh,” I said as she reached out and started undoing my belt. “Okay then.” I knew she’d said she liked being in charge, but this wasn’t quite what I was expecting. Not that I minded.