Strange Lust I

by S. L. Carpenter

  After the initial glow faded, she stood up and walked to the window. She opened the drapes to expose a wonderful view of the ocean. When she opened the sliding window and stepped onto the patio, a cool breeze rushed through the room and the smell of the ocean permeated the air. It was beautiful to see an absolutely elegant woman standing naked against a starlit sky. The moonlight accentuated her silhouette. The curve of her perky breasts, the way her ass rounded at the top of her long legs. She was absolutely hypnotizing. Freddie walked over to her. He brought a blanket from the bed and stood behind her to wrap it around both of them. The faint sound of the band downstairs filtered up to the balcony, and she started swaying rubbing her ass casually against his hardness. The more she swayed the more excited he became.

  “Let’s go back inside,” Freddie whispered into her ear. He kissed the back of her neck and moved her hair to continue along it. She reached her arm up and cupped the back of his neck. He stroked the soft skin under her arm and on the side of her breast.

  “Why go inside? Isn’t it just glorious out here?”

  She placed both hands on the railing and leaned over to look down at the beach. He reached under her and caressed her supple breasts, squeezing them firmly in his hands. Freddie ran his fingers along her spine and grasped her hips. As she rose onto her tiptoes, he slid into her, stroking back and forth. She moaned deeply while biting her bottom lip. Freddie glanced out at the ocean waves crashing against the beach and felt the salt air gusting and it made him think about how incredibly erotic all this was. Steadily he increased his pace. Her contracting muscles pushed him to the threshold of another mind-boggling climax.

  She stood up, releasing him from her pussy. In one movement she turned and leaned against the railing. Then she wrapped her legs around his waist and her arm around his neck. She grasped his manhood with her other hand and rubbed it along the labial lips letting it slip just inside to the tip. She looked into his deep brown eyes and smiled nastily, holding onto it, teasing it. First she kissed his Adam’s apple then licked his ear, while continuing to stroke her opening with his penis. She bit his nipple and lifted up to plunge him back inside. Freddie groaned with pleasure.

  “Whatever you do, don’t sit down. Stand up and I’ll do the work.”

  He grabbed her ass and she wrapped herself around Freddie, tilting her pelvis and making his penetration deeper than before. His legs began to buckle when he felt her wetness convulse with her orgasm. He couldn’t stand the pressure and slammed into her and shook from the intensity of his orgasm. She squeezed tightly around him, milking his throbbing penis. They collapsed on the balcony and wrapped up with the blanket—both feeling content and weary.

  After they rested, a warm tropical rain began to fall. She stood, letting the rain cascade down her body. And Freddie laughed while she twirled around, playing like a schoolgirl in the rain. They went in to take a real shower and clean off. It was one of those large Roman showers that more fit two or more people easily. Freddie stared while she soaped up and rinsed off. When he closed his eyes to rinse out the shampoo he felt warmth engulfing his penis. He gazed down to see her on her knees in front of him. She grabbed onto his rear end and sucked him quickly. The water ran down her face and red lips but she never slowed down. In and out, faster and faster, it was like she couldn’t get enough. She licked him like a lollipop and then reached under him to massage his balls. His eyes closed tight and he clutched onto the showerhead to keep his balance. She reached up with her long fingernails to dig into his chest and abdomen and made his skin bleed while she deep throated him. He collapsed onto the floor and she finished him off. Then she washed him clean, helped him into bed and kissed him softly on the forehead.

  “I’m going to go get something other than you to eat from room service. I’ll order something for you too.”

  His head still spinning, he rolled over and fell fast asleep. The loud banging on the door woke him and he staggered to the door, holding onto his sore family jewels.

  “Room service!” The guy brought Freddie a nice omelet breakfast and a note. The waiter handed him the bill, and Freddie gave him five bucks and slammed the door behind him. He sat down still holding his sore balls and opened the note.

  “Thanks for a great evening and a great Jamaican vacation. Freddie, you were wonderful.” It was signed “V.”

  He sat there bewildered. He’d finally met someone he connected with mentally and physically and now she’d vanished. Damn, this really sucks.

  The next morning while Freddie was checking out he looked around the lobby, hoping in vain to see her again. He didn’t even know her name. Why doesn’t anything ever go right for me? Well, at least he had a grand night to remember and he’d forgotten his problems for a while.

  “Uh, sir, your credit card company won’t cover your bill,” the clerk said.

  “What? That’s a gold card with a $10,000 limit. Let me see my bill. What the fuck is this? Two rooms, room service for both rooms, a $300 bill for a dress, a $200 bar tab, $3000 for special privileges and airfare to Boston? These aren’t mine!”

  “Sir, your wife had your credit card, passport and your ID so we assumed...”

  “But I’m not married!”

  “Well she was with you in the bar the other night and at the pool when you checked in. She was a lovely woman and a great tipper.”

  “What else could go wrong?” Freddie was crestfallen.

  “How will you be paying, sir?”

  “Uh, I’m not sure.”

  “Can I see your passport?”

  “Uh oh.”

  The Urge

  They laughed as they walked up the stairs after their romantic dinner. Leanne was a little tense. She wasn’t very experienced at bringing men home and the thought of being clumsy or looking frigid made her nervous.

  Dinner was extraordinary. They’d gone to a Mexican restaurant and had her favorite, Chili Verde and refried beans. She’d also had a few margaritas, and flour tortillas that she’d playfully rolled up and slid in and out of her mouth, teasing Will. Leanne was a pretty woman. She was a little tall for most men at 5 feet 10 inches but most of it was long legs, and she often wore skirts to accentuate them. Will had no problem with her height since he was over 6 feet tall. He had a medium build and was handsome.

  After she opened the door, she leaned back against the frame and touched his face with her hand. She pulled him towards her and they kissed softly. He sighed. He kept kissing her slowly, moving his hand up her side to just below her breast. She backed into the house, leading him with her hands grasping his neck. The door swung shut and the dim light from the kitchen was enough for him to see. He knelt down, wrapped his arms around her bottom and lifted her up. Will buried his face in her cleavage and her perfume filled his lungs. The soft skin of her breasts made his mouth drool. He could see that she wore silk undergarments with a lace ruffle, his favorite. He carried her and followed her directions to the bedroom, clutching her tight and licking her breasts. Her long hair hung down her back as she threw her head back, feeling wanton and scared at the same time.

  It had been a long time for Leanne and she did not want to be obvious. She tried hard to keep herself in control and control her heavy breathing. When Will set her down she grabbed the matches she’d left on the bureau and walked around the room lighting candles. As she lit the last few Will came up behind her, picked her up and laid her on the table. She moaned softly; it was as if the beast in her wanted to be set free. She’d needed to be wanted like this. Although they’d only had two other dates, she wanted Will. She was already moistening her underwear and the fires in her heart made the nectar sweeter.

  “I want you so badly that I can taste it.” Will whispered as they kissed on the table. His weight crushed against her and she loved how he felt against her. She felt him harden as he pressed his groin against hers, making love to her through their clothes.

  Leanne had been holding the feelings in since after dinner. She wanted to set them fre
e. Her passion increased the need to let herself go, but she held it in. She couldn’t lose control yet. She wanted to so bad but was afraid of what Will would think of her. She knew she looked very proper and probably seemed a little stuck up. But Will kept kissing her and moved his hands to her supple breasts, massaging them softly, molding them to his hands. She enjoyed the attention he gave to details and knew where he was heading.

  He glided his hands up her long legs as he kissed her midsection. His fingers found the wet lace and could feel how nervous she was by the twitching of her stomach as he kissed it. She was so soft, so sweet, so sexy. Her anticipation was apparent to him. The way she moaned and leaned her head back as he pulled her soaked panties down her luscious legs were his cue to what he should do. Will kissed her ankle, moving his hand down the back of her leg, opening it wide for him. She was nervous because she’d never had a man go down on her the right way. Her other boyfriends had never taken the time to appreciate how much pleasure a woman derives from oral sex.

  The sight of the succulent lips between her legs made his pants feel like a cage to a beast. The way the folds opened as his finger touched it made him gasp. She was Venus. The tight opening tensed around his finger, but he felt wetness build as he slid his finger in all the way to his palm. He grasped her muff in his hand using his thumb to massage around her clit. Her arms fell over the side and she almost succumbed to the feeling to let go of the swelling desire to burst.

  Will’s mouth was hot against her soft inner thigh. She was losing control and her mind wandered at the forceful way he was moved her towards heavenly fire. His tongue dripped saliva on her pubis as if he was an animal getting ready to eat his prey. He kissed her patch of pubic hair and smelled the perfume she’d put there just in case. Then he licked the length of her opening, making her moan loud. She couldn’t hold it any more when he pressed hard on her abdomen and buried his mouth against her.

  In some cultures it is a compliment, in others an insult. But after a great meal and the tension of the moment, she let it go. With his mouth firmly pressed against her pussy she ripped loose a Richter scale fart that echoed across the room and made the table tremble. It must have lasted 15 seconds and was wet, loud and, most of all, stinky. You could hear a pin drop afterwards. So she ripped a smaller one that ended with a hiss.

  Will looked up and saw the fire on the candles flicker and glow brighter. As he pulled his mouth away, the rumbling sound of a motorboat was heard from her anus and she giggled hysterically.

  “Oh my goodness!” she said and she started to cry. “I am so sorry. I’ve been holding that all night and I did that at the worst time. I’m so embarrassed.”

  “It’s okay. Are you done?” Will asked inquisitively.

  “I’m not sure,” she said. A slow hiss eased out as she sat up.

  Will walked over to the table and kissed her mouth. It was a kiss that showed her how much he really wanted her. He wasn’t going to let a little—or a lot—of gas spoil their night even though it stank really bad.

  She leaned back down as they kissed. Their tongues entangled in her mouth and she tasted her own juices. With her head resting on the table, she reached over and undid his pants and pulled them down. She moaned as she saw the protrusion of his excitement trying to free itself from his Fruit of the Looms. The smell of cologne was on his midriff and she stroked his swelling through the fabric with her fingers, making him smile. She lowered his underwear and he popped out right in front of her face. Will reached forward and caressed her breasts. The skin of her chest was like flower petals. The small bumps around her nipples were still soft even though her nipples had risen to his touch. Her beauty was undiminished as the smell dissipated. She had a perfect body, dying to be worshiped. While he moved his hands across her breasts, she lowered her head and slid him into her mouth and wrapped her tongue around him. Will was almost beyond pleasure. He slowly withdrew himself, then eased back in, as if making love to her wet, warm mouth. He looked down to see her red lips purse as he pulled out.

  Will had seen this in movies and the feelings were so erotic he was almost insane with desire. With every deep stroke he grasped her breasts tight in his hands. His hand moved and found the sweet spot between her legs. A river of juices flowed; she was as aroused as he was. Leanne opened her legs wider to let Will slide his fingers between the lips of her pussy. The more he played between her legs, the harder she sucked his cock. He suddenly stopped and felt his stomach tighten then he erupted.

  Now men do this all the time. Mostly as a way of showing off but, like Leanne, he’d been holding it in for a while. Now if hers was an 8 on a scale of ten, his was definitely a 9. (A 10 makes you puke so it wasn’t a 10.) Anyway, with him still inside Leanne’s warm mouth, she mumbled for him to get out because she couldn’t breath. A bead of saliva dripped off Will as he pulled his throbbing member free and stood with his pants around his ankles and a hard-on.

  They were both surprised for a moment. They tried not to laugh. But then it overcame them and they could hardly contain themselves. With each belly laugh they would cut loose another fart, making the moments even more hilarious. The smell was atrocious and Leanne sprayed perfume on her muff and in the crease of her ass to cover the aroma. Will put some down the front of his underwear to help with the smell too.

  Will told her about how in college the guys would light their farts when they were drinking. Leanne laughed and asked Will to show her. So in the tradition of his fraternity, he did. The first attempt was rather lame. A little gasser that only made the candle glow brighter. The next one was pretty good. Leanne felt braver and they decided to do one together as a joke. Now it was a great idea, but sometimes the best-laid plans aren’t always smart.

  When Will held the candle between their legs he’d forgotten about the perfume on her pubis. As she hissed out a little silent but deadly fart, she stopped and breathed in and her pubic hair caught fire. When she screamed, she forced out a burst of gas and blew the flames onto Will’s perfume soaked pubic hair, which ignited.

  In the hospital, the talk of the floor was the couple in room 203. Leanne had third degree burns on her labia, and her pubic hair had burned clean off, which made her itch constantly. Plus the ointment burned when she put it on. The skin grafts on Will’s nuts would make everything like new but the doctor said the hair might not grow back. At least they got to room together.

  The Affair

  Her eyes teared as she restrained herself from crying out from the sheer passion of the moment. Love’s purest form of expression was causing her both emotional pain and extreme physical pleasure, confusing her feelings. As she kissed his forehead, a cry of deep ecstasy left her, and the sweltering heat inside her was filled with the pulsing fluid of their sex. This was her darkest desire.

  They’d met a few months ago on the Internet, having what her friends called a “cyber” relationship. The chat rooms became their sanctuary—a place to share not only their hidden selves, but also dreams, desires, and fantasies. They’d spent hours chatting after their first discussion. They had common likes and dislikes and it seemed to open them up to each other like kindred spirits.

  This was their first real meeting. They kissed deep and long. Her hair fell forward as he leaned back. The strands brushed against them as she kissed his chest. She released him from her shaved, wet pussy and lowered her head to his tightening stomach. Her long, auburn hair almost covered his chest and her tongue became a pen, drawing along every muscle indentation on his flexing abdomen. She deliberately licked along the sides of his manhood, watching it grow. Her mouth took in the tip and she sucked it, tasting his cum. Her own wetness was still glistening on it and the taste of her pussy lingering on his skin made her even hornier.

  Everything about him made her hot, but it was his words that had first attracted her to him. He was different, more real and honest, but mainly more erotic to her. She slowly gave him the pleasure of her mouth, caressing the length of his shaft, sliding it in deeply. She h
eard him moan and felt him move his hands over his head, enjoying the feeling of her mouth and tongue wrapped around his cock. And she remembered their first Internet meeting in the chat rooms.

  *****

  She was becoming accustomed to the barrage of men wanting private, dirty chats and giving rude instructions about wanting her to suck cock or fuck. She didn’t like how blunt the men were but she experimented, talking to them as if she were a phone sex girl. She never really got anything out of it except the knowledge that her words alone got them off. She couldn’t bring herself to the point of masturbating to someone else’s words. It seemed too intimate.

  One lonely Friday night, she was about to log off when she noticed an unfamiliar nickname in the room, Guest492. He was new and didn’t have a clue about what was going on so she helped him. She taught him the essentials like word shortcuts and how to pick a nickname. The one he picked instantly intrigued her: SlowJam. To some it was no big deal, but she loved music and slow R&B always made her relax and feel sensual. Her own was a perfect fit: Nightfire. She was a night owl.

  As time passed, they continued to chat and became friends. They never talked about each other’s significant others because they both felt that this was their special, secret Garden of Eden. They had discussed meeting each other sometime or maybe having lunch or whatever. But they were afraid to take it to the next level since they were both married. Until one dark, rainy night, she was sitting at her computer watching people chat and flirt and jabber incoherently and her mind wandered. She found herself caressing her breasts. She had masturbated before to ease her heartache since she hadn’t seen her husband in quite a few days. Her husband was a computer software salesman and traveled a lot. He took care of her well money wise, but she needed physical attention and being alone so much made her doubt her own attractiveness.