Strange Lust I

by S. L. Carpenter

  “Who the hell are you?”

  “It’s me, Lea!!! They said the plastic surgery made me look different. I’ve lost thirty pounds and dyed my hair red. What’s wrong?”

  “I don’t know! As soon as I saw you, I got all turned on and my stomach started hurting. And I can’t stop feeling like I’m going to blow chunks. It’s like the sight of you is making me sick!”

  The Edge

  The darkness of the night left only the faint light from the passing cars and a flickering light on the wall at the end of the alley. The music in the bar pulsed through the walls as he pressed her against it and kissed her deeply. Their bodies were moist from sweating in the crowded bar and their clothes clung like another layer of skin, showing every detail.

  Mick grabbed her waist and pulled her tightly against him. They swayed from side to side as he kissed her deeper, grinding like the dance they’d done in the bar. Karen moaned as his knee rubbed between her legs. He pulled his knee higher and she rested her weight on it and rubbed. He pulled the top of her dress open just enough to see her nipples strain for his attention. He kissed her mouth again, exploring it with his tongue as he undid her shirt buttons. Mick smiled as he opened the front of her blouse, exposing her black bra. His intent was obvious and she stood still and shivered, wanting him so bad. Her eyes closed tight as he touched her softly and outlined her nipples with his finger through the fabric. Electric shocks of excitement shot through her body to her clit, making it throb.

  As she looked down the alley the blurry shadow of people walking by made her wonder if they could see them. In reality she didn’t care.

  Mick’s hands caressed her back. And as he kissed her lips, his hands grasped both breasts and she moaned as he squeezed them. She bit his lip as he pulled away and reached down to cup his crotch. The tightness of his pants clearly demonstrated his desire. Karen held his gaze, her lips parted, as she undid the button and zip on his pants, feeling the strain of his hardness force the zipper halfway down by itself. She finished opening his pants and caressed his balls as she kissed his neck and shoulder. Mick’s hands reached down, grabbed her ass, and pulled her hard against him. He reached under her skirt and pulled her thong up, making her moan. Her juices seeped through the fabric. Her sweet smell was so distinct Mick could almost taste it.

  “You know what I want.” Karen moaned into his ear. She pushed his swollen manhood down, resting it in the notch between her legs, against the fabric of her thong. “Give it to me.”

  Breathing fast, heart racing, she stepped back against the wall under the light. The way the shadows lay on Karen’s body made her look unreal. Her body glistened from a sheen of sweat and the open blouse accentuated her breasts. A few beads of sweat trickled between them. She lifted her leg and put her foot on a nearby bucket. And as the skirt rose, the black fabric of her thong became visible against her white skin, encasing the treasure he craved.

  Mick was breathing deeply, in such a state of want he felt a little dizzy. He stepped up to her and kissed her, probing her mouth with his tongue. She grabbed the back of his head and forced it down between her breasts. She shrieked as she felt his mouth nibble on the nipple through the fabric. He reached into his pocket and straightened. Confused, she looked at his hand as he released the blade of his knife. His eyes were crazy and his chest heaved with each breath. Slowly, he traced the edge her bra with the blade and gradually moved it toward her nipples. Then he placed the blade between her breasts and under the front of her bra. As he pulled up on the knife, she felt the tip hard against her skin, Karen’s knees went weak as if she had been stabbed and her breasts popped loose as the bra fell open. The cold edge of the knife outlined her full naked breasts. He kissed the small spot of blood between her breasts, left from the knife tip cutting her soft flesh. He licked the nipples and bit gently on them, the fear and danger were making her crazy. The way he held the edge of the knife against her flesh was terrifying and exhilarating. A wave of heat flushed across her chest. His fingers found the spot she wanted to be touched. He moved the slick fabric aside and dipped a finger into her wetness. Her mouth opened as if she couldn’t breath from the excitement and a moan of desire rose from her. Her juice ran down his finger as he slid it in and out of her.

  “Oh please, don’t stop Mick. Please…give me…fuck me Mick!” her body desperate for his. Her pleas only excited him more.

  Again, she grabbed his hard penis and pulled it towards her wetness. The tip glistened from desire. The way she shook from the knife empowered him and made him even more aroused. He looked down as she leaned back and he moved the blade along her thigh. The wetness soaked her underwear and between her thighs. She was so desperate she had almost cum from the sheer fear and enthralling aspect of the experience. He ran the blade though her juice, and then brought it back to his mouth. He breathed in the scent then licked it with the tip of his tongue. It was warm, sweet, and tasted of her burning desire. He moved it back between her legs, making her spread them. And she watched as he slid the blade under the fabric. The blade moved through the light patch of pubic hair to her center. The tip of the blade rested against her clitoris. And she came as he twisted the knife, cutting her underwear loose. Her lust flowed down her leg and gleamed as she released the passion inside.

  She felt weak and she slid down to her knees, grabbing the front of his pants to pull him to her. The front was wet from expectation and she yanked his pants down to his knees as she looked up at him. Mick looked down and saw her slowly take him into her mouth, inching deeper into her throat. She would almost release him then plunge him in again. Remembering the thrill of the knife, she pulled back almost to the tip and bit gently with just enough pressure that he put his hand on her head and reached toward the wall to hold himself up. Karen reached behind him, grabbed his ass and dug her nails in deep as she dragged her teeth along the base of his shaft. He wobbled, trying to stay standing. She had control now. She let him loose and he breathed in deeply. She looked up to him and whispered, “Let’s finish this right.” She stood up.

  He grabbed Karen’s shoulders and forced her around. She put both hands on the wall as she bent over and the tip of his penis pierced her pussy. The wetness nearly burned him she was so hot. She stifled her scream as he plunged mercilessly into her. Her body shook as he hammered deeper and deeper. Karen’s legs weakened as she tried to keep them apart and bent at the perfect angle. Mick grabbed a handful of her long hair and pulled her head back, driving her harder. Karen wept as the pain from her scalp combined with the sheer pleasure of him thrusting into her, overwhelming her. She reached between her legs to finger her clit as he buried himself inside her again. As she pulled up at the top part of her labia, the opening of her pussy tightened against Mick’s stiffness. The pressure against her clit was so direct she went up on her toes and her pussy flexed hard around Mick’s stiffness. She never wanted it to end.

  He let her hair go and she could feel him pulse inside her, trying to sustain the glory of the sex. As his breathing became shorter and his thrusts more rapid, she reached between her legs and dragged her nails against the veins on the bottom of his penis. Mick moaned loudly and thrust harder. She did it again. He stopped, buried fully inside of Karen, his hands straining on her shoulders and exploded inside of her as the wetness of her labia grasped the fullness of his manhood, pulling and milking him in orgasm. Her voice shrieked by the pain of his hands squeezing her shoulders and the sheer pleasure of his fluids flooding her. Over and over she felt the wet heat engulfing within her vaginal walls.

  They grinned at each other as they both collected themselves. Their bodies ached but it was worth it.

  Suddenly the door burst open and a man glared at them. “Your frickin’ break was over 10 minutes ago. We need the dishes washed Mick. And Karen the other waitresses need their breaks too. Let’s get back to work.”

  The Exotic Vacation

  Freddie woke up when the plane landed in Jamaica. He had a Tequila hangover that wouldn’t qu
it. All he could think about was lying down in his hotel room and sleeping through his vacation. It had been a bad week.

  First he took his last week of vacation, which couldn’t be rescheduled, and then his girlfriend decided she didn’t want to go to Jamaica. In fact, she decided she didn’t want anything to do with him or men in general. She hooked up with his sister and blamed his lack of manliness for making her go lesbian. Talk about getting screwed over and not enjoying it. The topper was that after he’d decided to go without her: his flight was delayed, he was mugged in the airport bathroom, and he got airsick on the flight and spewed all over the stewardess and the lady next to him during dinner.

  After about 18 hours of sleep, a bottle of Advil, and a couple Bloody Marys, Freddie was feeling a little better. Lying by the pool felt really nice and he could forget about his miserable existence in this cruel world.

  He was moving his folding chair into the shade when he spilled his drink and fell backwards into the hot tub. He climbed out and sprawled on the patio. Then he looked over and saw this incredible vision resting quietly on a lounge chair in the sun.

  She glanced over at him, lowered her sunglasses, and started laughing.

  “Can’t you go anywhere without making a mess?” she giggled.

  “Do I know you?” Freddie replied.

  “Blaaaahhhhrrrrrfffff!!!!”

  “Oh crap, you’re the lady I puked on,” he said shamefaced as he shook his head. “Are you staying here too?”

  “No, I always hanging out at pools in Jamaica for kicks.”

  She was utterly stunning in her yellow bikini with the sun shimmering on her ebony skin. Picture Toni Braxton and Halle Berry combined. That’s how fine this woman was. Her hair cascaded across her shoulders, waving in the breeze as she sat up to put on tanning lotion.

  Don’t just stand there staring, you asshole, say something.

  “Do you need any help with your back?” Freddie asked nervously, his voice even cracked.

  “Can I trust you not to break something, or spill anything on or around me?”

  “Scouts honor.” Thank you, God.

  She rolled over onto her toned stomach, exposing her back and backside to his wandering eyes. As he spread the oil on her skin, his hand stopped shaking and the nervousness drifted away. She untied the back of her bikini top then closed her eyes.

  She was like an exquisite piece of art. His hands were the brushes and her flesh was the canvas. Every curve of her body looked like it was sculpted. Her ass was teardrop shaped. Her legs were toned and everything was firm. And I do mean everything. This has got to be a dream, he thought to himself. How can a woman so fine even talk to me let alone allow me to stroke her soft skin with my hands?

  “Uh, excuse me? You’re drooling on my back.”

  “Sorry.” His mind was a blur as he tried to think of a way to hook up with this marvel of womanhood. “You’ve got to let me take you out to dinner to make up for getting sick all over you.”

  “Well, I don’t think you owe me anything, but it would be nice to have a quiet meal out on the balcony and watch a glorious sunset,” she said. “Sure, why not?”

  The sunrise wasn’t the only thing Freddie imagined going down tonight. When she stood up to leave Freddie stood up and so did his penis. He rustled for a towel and pulled one from the chair next to him so he wouldn’t embarrass himself further.

  “Until later then. I’ll meet you in the lobby at 7 o’clock.” She kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear, “I love it when a man is standing at attention. It gives me something to look forward to later.”

  As he watched her leave, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see an incredibly massive man with tomato juice in his hair pointing at his towel and motioning to the drink Freddie spilled on him and his girlfriend.

  Hopefully the ice will keep the swelling down. If everything goes well tonight it will be well worth it.

  The closer the clock ticked towards 7 the more anxious Freddie got. Every second seemed an eternity. He couldn’t wait any longer; he was going to go early so he wouldn’t miss her. I mean it was already 4:30. What if she doesn’t show up? What if I’m a pawn in a cruel game she’s playing? What is her name anyway?

  After sitting at the bar for over two hours, he had quite a buzz going. The 4 double Jack Daniel’s with beer chasers had helped, too. Why do these peanuts taste so damn good? When he looked up from his drink he saw her come into the bar. As he stared at her uncontrollably, everything seemed to move in slow motion. Every move was like a symphony playing a perfect note, powerful and awe inspiring at the same time. The white satin dress clung tightly against her beautiful skin. He was jealous of the dress because he wanted nothing more than to be hugging her gorgeous body.

  “Well Freddie, you look very nice. And from your eyes I can see you’ve been here a while.” She looked at him and lifted her hand to close his mouth since it was dropping to the floor. “I’ll have to catch up. I’ll take a double Black Velvet with a lemon twist.”

  After talking for a while, they decided to dance. Jazz music played softly and she pulled Freddie tightly against her. The beat from the baseline pulsed in time with their hearts as they gazed into each other’s eyes. They kissed softly then deeper and more passionately. The longer they danced the more their bodies melted together, until they ended up in his room.

  Firelight lit the room faintly and champagne chilled by the bed. They continued dancing. Their hands stroked each other’s bodies, careful not to miss anything in the exploration. Freddie’s nervousness was gone. She held out her hand and led him to the bed. Then she sat him down and stood in front of him. Her scent was as exquisite as her beauty. She untied the top of her dress, and it slid along the lines of her body and fell to the ground, exposing her beautiful body. Her sensuality alone made Freddie burst in his pants. I mean he actually burst in his pants. Luckily she didn’t notice because her eyes were shut and she was swaying slowly, slipping out of her lace panties. She picked them up with her toes and placed them on Freddie’s face. As he breathed deeply to get the full scent of her womanly fragrance, she leaned over and brushed her breasts against his face.

  “I’m going to step into the bathroom to put on something sexy and take care of protection. You just get naked and in bed.”

  As soon as she closed the door, Freddie jumped out of his pants, peeled his sticky boxers off, and threw them against the wall where they stuck. He sat in the bed and tried to relax. Baseball, I’ve got to think baseball. Singles, doubles, triples, homers. I’m going to score a grand slam!

  The door opened and she stepped out wearing nothing but a smile.

  “Is this too much clothing or just enough?”

  The sight of her almost made him jump out of his skin. She was indescribably sexy. We’re talking wet dream sexy. When she slipped into the bed Freddie was already hard as an iron girder. She ran her fingers along his body and he could see the perspiration on her skin. Freddie placed his hand over her burning bush and when he slid a finger between her lips the wetness almost ran down his hand. Wasting no time, she climbed on top and slid right down, stopping only momentarily to adjust the angle of his penetration. His eyes rolled back and he grabbed the sides of the bed, holding on for a truly unforgettable ride as she clenched him tightly inside of her.

  Her mouth opened as she rose upward and her eyes closed tight. She dug her nails deeply into his muscular shoulders and drew him back inside, as if daring him to try to escape her grip. Her hands and fingers brushed ever so lightly against his sides then slid slowly to the inside of her thighs and grabbed the base of his manhood, while driving in and out of her love tunnel. She pulled back until she could only feel the tip spreading her opening wide, teasing him. Then she sank him all the way to the depths of her constricting cave. Her hands moved upward along the sensuous lines and curves of her body and she twitched and shook as the impending fury approached. Freddie could see the glazed look in her eyes as she pushed her breasts tog
ether and grasped the tips between her fingers. She shuddered when he arched his back and drove his swollen member deeper inside, making her legs spread wider. He wanted to grope her body with his hands, but she was doing everything herself, spoiling him with passion and undying pleasure.

  She leaned over, grabbed the bottle of chilled champagne, and popped the cork. “Let’s drink a toast.” She took a drink then filled her mouth with more champagne. She leaned forward and when their mouths met she shared his drink with a kiss. She moved his hands to the top of the bed so he could grasp the bedposts. With Freddie inside her, she leaned back all the way and rested her head against his legs. Then she rotated her pelvis in slow rhythmic circles, stretching the muscles and then tightening them, causing him to pull hard on the posts. The bed was creaking loudly and Freddie reached up and grabbed onto her stomach.

  “Don’t touch me or I’ll stop!” she gasped.

  “Don’t stop, don’t stop. I can’t take this anymore. I’m about to explode!”

  She rose up and took another drink of champagne. She let it run down the sides of her mouth, trickling to her breasts. The farther she sat up, the more champagne she dripped on her chest. A small pool filled her bellybutton and then trickled to her pubis. The coldness spread to their joined bodies, and she slowly started rising up and sliding down, never stopping the flow of the cold champagne. Freddie frantically wanted to let go, but he didn’t want this incredible sexual experience to end. With her other hand she reached back and stroked the inside of his thighs and pulled teasingly on the hair on his testicles. It was so incredibly stimulating that he thought he’d have a stroke.

  She filled her hand with cold champagne and splashed it on his balls. He yelled loudly, grabbing onto her and pulled on her hips to drive faster as her muscles tightened around him with orgasmic spasms. He let out a grunt then exploded like a stick of dynamite. Over and over he felt the pulses of his juices flowing into her. They both collapsed, exhausted and flinching slightly from the muscle spasms. On a scale of 1 to 10 this was definitely an 11.