Strange Lust I

by S. L. Carpenter

  Becca felt the speed quicken and saw how hard Mike was breathing so she put her finger in his mouth and felt him tense, shiver, and stop. She tightened her inner muscles hard and felt him explode with a cry. The force lifted her up as again and again she felt his spurts come out. Becca’s eyes closed and she came, deeply, soothingly mixing the juices of their desires. He felt her flexing inside and her vaginal walls caress him as her orgasm flowed from within her. The slow glide had stopped and she felt both full of his essence and her own fulfillment as they cuddled together. She played with his chest hairs as she lay on top of him.

  After a time, they got up because he needed to go. As Mike stood there fixing himself and combing his hair, he noticed some pictures on her nightstand. They were of a military man. On closer examination he noticed a half dozen pictures in the room of the same guy. Trying not to be alarmed Mike asked, “Who are these pictures of?”

  “Oh, these are of my father. I haven’t seen him in ages. He and my mom were married in Vietnam a long time ago and we haven’t seen him for about 15 years. We moved here about 10 years ago. Why do you ask?”

  “No reason,” Mike said. “But these are pictures of my dad!”

  The Infatuation

  It was an average night for Scott. He was standing there naked, except for his Bugs Bunny slippers; listening to “Weird” Al Yankovic’s Greatest Hits; drinking a Dr. Pepper while eating peanut butter, jelly, and sardine sandwiches; with a pair of binoculars focused on the other high-rise apartments across from his studio in New York.

  As he scanned the building he saw various windows with their lights on, some with the shades only partially drawn. Some people never think that some sick bastard would peek into their lives.

  In one room he saw a man and a woman snuggling on a couch in front of the TV to watch a movie. It looked like Sleepless in Seattle. In another room a woman was making a banana split in the kitchen. She was dripping chocolate syrup onto 3 scoops of ice cream melting on a woman’s crotch. But where was she going to put the banana? Oh, it goes in there. He’d have to come back to this one later. On the 32nd floor there was Mr. Adbul having sex with his secretary—bent over a desk, going at it. Who’d have thought he was gay? Then there was the regular Thursday show in Mr. Johnson’s room. He’d dress up like a farmer and have sex with a chicken.

  He saw a light go on in an apartment. The curtains were open slightly and he zoomed in with his high-powered binoculars to see the figure of a woman. She turned on the light in her bedroom. She was gorgeous. Long dark brown hair pinned up in a bun that fell slowly down her shoulders as she undid the barrette in her hair. He reached over to get another bite of his sandwich and gazed through his binoculars to see her unbuttoning her blouse.

  “Thank you!” he thought to himself as he turned on the vacuum cleaner with that furry attachment on the end. With every button she undid with her long red fingernails he got more and more excited. She let her blouse hang open revealing her black lace brassiere and lifted her long muscular leg up onto her bed to unsnap her red garter belt. (Oh how Scott loved garter belts, especially red ones.) Then she slowly slinked off her black silk stockings. He had to see more. This was truly a great night. He took a big drink of Dr. Pepper, belched loudly then stared back into the binoculars.

  Scott’s eyes were transfixed. He was truly mesmerized by this woman. She turned around and tossed aside her blouse. Then she unzipped the side of her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Coldness crept through Scott’s body because his dangling appendage had risen and was pressing against the ice-cold glass of his window. He had to meet this woman. Maybe he could find out her room number and send her a bouquet of flowers to thank her for the show. Her back was towards him as she unsnapped the front of her bra and set it on the end of her large brass bed. Every minute seemed like an eternity as his anticipation grew. When she pulled down her silky red panties and let them slide down her legs he grabbed his hardness, trying to control his urges.

  When she turned towards the window Scott gasped, dropping his sandwich to the floor, which knocked his soda all over his slippers because standing in front of him was an extremely beautiful man. A rather well endowed man at that.

  The Afterglow

  The night was hot, intensely hot. The soft rock station in the valley was playing Boyz II Men and a cool breeze blew in through the open hotel window. Sally and Eugene lay on the bed smoking cigarettes and drinking margaritas. He rolled over, scratched his balls, farted, and then slowly stroked her hair.

  “That was intense!”

  “It sure was.”

  They’d just had one of those sexual encounters that diaries and porno movies are made from. The whips and handcuffs were scattered across the floor with their clothes, some Jell-O molds, cooking oil, a double-sided dildo, rubber chickens, and puppets.

  “Wow, I’ve never had that much fun honey. You are such an incredible woman.”

  “What are you talking about? You are the greatest lover a woman could ever want. You’re a real man—big in every way, strong and handsome. You’re such a stud that I never want to share you with another woman. I don’t care how badly they want you or what they offer you. You’re mine! No other man can satisfy me like you can. They’re all amateurs compared to you!”

  “Tell me more.”

  “Fuck you stubby! This sweet-talking bullshit’s gonna cost you extra. Now give me my $300. I’ve gotta get back to my street corner before my pimp beats my ass!”

  The Dance

  The club was alive with the rhythms of the music and the pulsing base. It was a hot Friday night and the place was packed and jumping. Vincent and Beth wound their way to the bar and ordered a couple drinks when Vincent spotted Sandra at the end of the bar with her friends.

  Sandra was a stunning woman with the stature of a supermodel—tall, lean, but beautifully curved. Vincent was a rock—muscular, good-looking, confident and well endowed in many areas. He never let Sandra’s beauty intimidate him like other men did, which is why she adored him. Their tumultuous, deeply sexual relationship went on for over a year until he finally gave in and moved in with her. It ended badly when she found her two friends trying to get him into a threesome, and she didn’t believe that he’d refused.

  She hadn’t gotten over him and the past month had been tough. Her other men were so typical and she missed the way Vincent made her feel so alive. They’d seemed destined to be together.

  Sandra asked him to dance and he agreed. There are some men that know how to arouse a woman while dancing and to his credit, Vincent knew how. As the music started Sandra led Vincent to the floor for a dance, a slow dance. He’d brought Beth to the club but everyone knew he and Sandra had a past. The music was slow and the lights dim, perfect. At first they were cautious but soon they clutched each other tightly.

  She pulled him close to her, wanting him to melt into her. A fire burned between them. Everyone was looking at them out of the corner of their eyes and Sandra didn’t care. She wanted Vincent back and would do anything to get him, even embarrass herself by almost having sex on the dance floor.

  It was difficult for Vincent to be calm when she smelt absolutely wonderful and her motions were arousing him, a lot. He nuzzled closer and she wrapped her hands around his strong neck pulling him even closer.

  As the new Toni Braxton ballad started playing, their grind became more sexual. They used to make love to her music all the time. Vincent started humming the song as they danced and the deep vibration of his voice ran through her like a lightning bolt directly to her yearning heart. It also made a buzz between her thighs as he muffled his humming with her body.

  Slowly, Sandra caressed the back of his neck and ran her fingers through his hair. Flowing together with the music, he moved his hands down her back to her ass. Grasping the cheeks hard he pulled her body tight against him and moaned as her sweet smell and soft skin reminded him of the way they used to be. Her eyes started tearing and she closed them as his hands reached under her s
kirt and touched the soft flesh of her bottom. Vincent breathed her deeply into his lungs falling for her all over again. He reached under her dress and pulled on the thong, just knowing it was the red one he’d bought her for their anniversary last year. His finger followed the line of her tense ass to the base of her moistening love canal.

  His mouth watered remembering the sweetness of her taste. He had spent many a night between her legs, waking to the smell of their love only to make love again until exhausted. As the music set the mood, Sandra moved her legs so his grinding body rubbed directly against her pubis. Vincent knew how much this excited her. Trying to hide what was going, they danced slow and close in the corner of the dance floor next to the wall.

  Sandra was wet and hot from the heat they generated from a simple dance. He grasped her ass in his strong hands, pulled her hard against him, and moaned deeply, sending a vibration through her body. Her knees weakened and she didn’t care what they looked like as she leaned back against the wall, making his forceful motions more intense.

  The music changed to a dance song and she opened her eyes to the stare of couples looking at them. Vincent stepped back and looked over at Beth to see her glaring at him with a shocked look in her tearful eyes.

  “Come on, let’s go home” Sandra begged.

  “Sandra, sex has never been a problem for us. You are a beautiful, sexy woman. There isn’t a man alive who could resist you. But...” Vince paused. “We had our time and it’s over. We’re too different and I’m with Beth now.”

  When she started crying Vincent hung his head. “I’m sorry. She and I are alike and people won’t stare at us like they did when you and I were together. It’s not easy being a dwarf. I mean we can’t even dance without people wondering why my face is buried between your legs.”

  You see Sandra is 6 feet tall and Vincent is 2 feet 10 inches—the perfect height for a dance partner.

  The Dirty, Filthy, Cheating Bastard

  Lea is what everyone calls a good wife and great mother. In other words, she’s married to a complete asshole of a man that treats her like crap, but she bears the pain because she still loves the schmuk—Steve the schmuk to be precise. Their 7-year marriage has been a roller coaster of ups and downs, filled with Steve’s numerous extramarital affairs. Now, finally, they are seeking help from a hypnotist. I know what you’re thinking, but it’s their last hope because nothing else has kept Steve’s pecker in his pants.

  “Steve, you’re getting sleepy, very sleepy, asleep,” the female hypnotist calmly says. “Lea wake up! You wanted to hear this.”

  “Steve, I’m going to ask you a couple of questions and I want you to answer them, okay?”

  “Yes,” Steve answered in a hypnotic state.

  “Do you love your wife?”

  “Who?”

  “Your wife Lea.”

  “Oh, yes I love my wife. She is so special to me. She does everything I ask her to, but that bitch can’t cook to save her life. Also, she snores and...”

  “That’s enough. Steve have you ever had extramarital affairs?”

  “Duh, doesn’t everyone?”

  “How many?”

  “Let’s see…how much time do we have? There was the baby-sitter—nineteen years old and what a body. Now those were real breasts, none of that silicone stuff like my wife’s friend Linda. Linda always made noises like a mouse. Squeak squeak. That drove me almost as crazy as her Aunt Vera’s nasal whining in the garage during our anniversary party. I had to put a sock in her mouth to shut her up.

  “Let me think. There were the two mothers from the daycare center in the break room. That stupid Disney music in the background is enough to make any parent loony.

  “There was that time with the lady selling lingerie at the all women party downstairs. She came upstairs and we tried out a couple of her toys. My favorite was the metal balls women put inside their pussy then slowly pull them out. She musta had a dozen in her and as she pulled them out I could feel them rub against my penis while we were having anal sex. Lea sold quite a bit at that party.

  “Whenever her best friend Lisa had troubles with her husband she’d come over when Lea was at work. I’d come home for lunch to talk about things and get a nooner and a sandwich every other day. That lasted until she became pregnant and wasn’t sure if the kid was her husbands or mine. The boy has my eyes.

  “This is tough; there’s been so many. Hmm. Oh yeah, when we went on that romantic cruise to the Caribbean, the maid came into our room to straighten up. I was in bed so she showed me how they do it in Spain, with a bullwhip and some Tequila. And I showed her how we do it in French, ya know, tongue in between her cheeks. Damn that woman couldn’t speak a word of English except more.

  “When her friend Kate came out from San Francisco we went looking at houses. Lea and Kate’s husband browsed through the two stories while we browsed through each other’s clothes.

  “I wouldn’t count the time at the circus with the fat lady because, well, you know, that was more of a mercy lay. I wasn’t sure if I was in the right roll of fat until I felt a wet one.

  “I felt really bad that time we went out for Lea’s birthday and I nailed her friend Geri in the ladies bathroom stall at the movies. Geri was very athletic and limber. Then we went home and I passed out drunk on the couch.

  “There were the twins on our Disneyland trip. Lea had to watch that damn Fantasia show so the twins and I went on that stupid Pirates of the Caribbean ride. We nearly fell out of the boat with both of them on top of me—one on my mouth, the other on my pole. I almost got seasick.

  “One embarrassing time I got drunk and accidentally went into her mother’s room. Good thing the light was out. I’ve got to say her mom is a very passionate woman for her age. She must not be getting it from her dad because she had about five orgasms and kept pulling on me to slam her harder. I knew it wasn’t Lea when she went down on me and didn’t spit it out.

  “I remember when I went to that appointment with the sexy marriage counselor by myself. The counselor’s husband and I made a jam sandwich out of her; one of us in each end and we jammed her in the middle.

  “There were a few of those President Clinton-type affairs where I finished the job by hand. And the time when my buddies and me went on that fishing trip. We had the hookers in a cabin on the boat and whoever caught the first fish went first. I always ended up fifth or sixth.

  “Of course I can’t forget my bachelor party. That stripper is the finest looking woman I have ever seen and the things she did in that back bedroom of our apartment arouse me to this day. She had so much muscle control she could open a screw top beer bottle. I should have washed the sheets for our honeymoon the next night but I was so sore and worn out that I barely made it to the wedding.

  “Then...”

  “Stop. That’s quite enough.” Both women were in a state of shock from Steve’s revelations.

  At first Lea felt sick to her stomach. It passed. Then she threw up.

  “Well, there’s only one way to remedy this,” said the hypnotist. “Now listen Steve. Picture your wife Lea in your mind. Blaze her image in your brain. Everything about her: her face, her body, her smell. Her image and her image alone is the only thing that turns you on. Only her. If you see another woman and have impure thoughts, flirt, stare lustfully or have any real sexual feelings for her, you will become ill. Not just queasy but violently sick. Also, if you can get past the sickness you will be impotent with any woman other than your wife. No matter how much you play with your ding-dong, it won’t even flinch; we’re talking wet noodle. Now, the sight of your wife will arouse you beyond desire. You’ll feel such a rush of lust that you’ll want nothing more than to have her. You will obey her needs and dreams and become her sexual slave. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, I want Lea to sit on my face right now!”

  “On the count of three you will awaken. One ... two ... three!”

  “Steve? How do you feel?”

  “What were we
talking about? Hey babe. Wow, let’s go home! I want to take a shower with you and play drop the soap. Sorry doc, but for some reason I feel very horny.”

  All the way home Steve kept staring at Lea. He pawed at her dress, pulling it up and poking his fingers at her underwear. He drove quicker on the freeway and slipped his finger around the edge of the panties and into her wetness, thrusting in and out vigorously, causing her such pleasure. She leaned her seat back, slipped her panties down to her ankles and opened her legs to let him explore her with his rough fingers and hands. He rubbed and poked her opening all the while driving dangerously fast to get home.

  She couldn’t control herself any longer. It had been so long since they’d had a sexual experience like this. She sat up and leaned over to undo his pants then pulled them away from his large, hard penis. Even the fragrance of another woman’s perfume on the front of his pants couldn’t stop her lust. She scooted over on the bench seat and straddled him and buried his manhood inside her. He didn’t even slow down on the freeway trying frantically to get home. It had been such a long time for them and it only made Lea more emotional; she cried as they made love. When they climaxed together and merged, as couples in love should, the accident happened.

  It took three months of therapy and surgery but Lea was going home again. She hadn’t seen Steve in awhile because he couldn’t bear to see her like that. She walked into the house with her cane and looked into the living room to see a picnic set up by the fire.

  “Steve, I’m home!”

  “I know. I’ve been expecting you. I’ve been cooking all day, making your favorite meals. I could smell you coming home and I can’t wait to make up for the lost time and play ‘bury the salami’ all night. I have to stop talking like this. I’ve already got a hard on.”

  Steve walked into the living room and stared at Lea. Their eyes met and he…dropped the tray and started throwing up. We’re talking serious heaving.