Strange Lust I

by S. L. Carpenter

  Susan was warming and wetting to his caress. She leaned forward and took his face in her hand, longingly pulling him to her. As she leaned, her breast pushed more fully into his hand. Susan turned her head, resting it on Peter’s shoulder, and he kissed her neck. Her hand found it’s way to his crotch and slid up and down along the front of it. She unzipped his pants and slipped her hand inside, grasping his cock. She kissed him again, opening her mouth, as she felt him throb in her hand. Peter was growing extremely aroused and wanted to disregard the rules. He wanted her badly.

  “We can’t Peter. We just can’t,” Susan said sadly.

  “If we are going to become more than lovers we can’t base everything on sex.” She hung her head and continued, “I want you so much but we better not.”

  Peter mumbled under his breath, disappointed but understandingly. As they straightened themselves in the car, Peter noticed she hadn’t let go of him yet and his penis still throbbed in her hand. “Oh sorry,” she said, releasing him and zipping his tight pants back up carefully.

  “Can I at least walk you to the door?”

  “Of course,” she said.

  As he opened the door for her, he held his jacket in front of himself so his erection wasn’t so apparent. The moonlight and street lamps dimly lit the street and the stars filled the sky. The smell in the air was crisp and fresh and clean. His mind was on the smell of her perfumed body, and his eyes studied her body through her clothes. She walked slowly with him, holding his waist and resting her head on his shoulder again. At the door she rustled through her purse for her keys and fumbled about until they fell to the ground. Susan bent over, picking them up, and her ass pressed against his hard dick. The flinch and deep sigh from Peter showed her how badly he desired her.

  As she stood up and faced the door Peter stood behind her and took her shaking hand in his. He kissed the back of her neck, causing her to shiver, and guided the key to the lock while pressing his erection against her firmly. It was a perfect fit along the crease of her ass. Peter reached his hand around and pressed against her abdomen and then moved it down between her legs. Susan moaned and reached her hand up and around his neck as he rubbed between her legs vigorously.

  They stood there in her doorway. She was being felt up by a man that made her feel so free and uninhibited that the difference between right and wrong didn’t matter anymore. This was pure unbridled lust.

  She managed to open the door and Peter followed close behind. She tossed her purse and keys onto the floor and turned around. She kissed Peter again, delving her tongue into his mouth, and grabbed his hands as he dropped his jacket. She licked down his chin to his Adam’s apple. She took his hands and placed them on her shoulders. Frantically, she pulled his shirt open and pulled his undershirt up. Then she seductively undid the buttons on her blouse. The fabric of the bra was smooth against Peter’s chest and abdomen as she slowly edged her underwear down her legs and slipped them off. She rose up and put the panties in his smiling mouth. Then she lowered herself back down, spreading her legs as she squatted.

  The taste and fragrance in his mouth were a temptation and her soft skin caressing his body made him thirst for her. She released the front clasp of her bra and dragged her nipples against his abdomen and down the front of his pants. With her fingers she unhooked and unzipped his pants and they fell to his ankles. She playfully licked him through the fabric of his underwear. Peter kept his hands on her shoulders, knowing it was what she wanted. Susan molded her breasts around his extremely aroused cock and moved up and down kissing his flexing stomach. Peter felt her wetness as she rubbed her pussy up and down against his leg.

  Susan suddenly stood up and walked into the dining room. She leaned against the table with her head hung low.

  “I can’t Peter. Is this all we are? Just sex partners?” Susan asked, desperate for an answer.

  Peter waddled over to her, pants at his ankles. “I don’t know what we are. All I know is there is something very strong between us. And we can either let it flow, or let our damned pride and thoughts about what we should do get in the way of what we feel.”

  Peter held her tight against his chest, not wanting to let her go. “All I know is I want you more than I’ve ever wanted any woman and that scares me. I think about you all the time and just the thought of you gets me hard.” Susan looked down and saw his point.

  “Well show me then,” she whispered as he stepped back. She leaned back and pulled her skirt up showing him what she wanted.

  Peter adjusted the front of his underwear and pulled off his shoes and pants from his legs. The fragrance from her pussy was that of an inferno of built-up passions. He kneeled in front of the table and looked into her pink, wet flesh and got even harder. His mouth melted as he kissed her lower lips. Susan sat up, wanting to see him eat her out. She saw his tongue lick up the flowing juices. As he inserted a finger to feel her around him, her eyes closed. She moaned as his finger glided in and out and his tongue flicked her swollen clit. Her arms were weakening but she still wanted to see it. She threw her head back and groaned, then smiled and giggled when he teased the opening with little kisses. Peter looked up to see her face glowing but she grabbed his head forcing it back down.

  “Oh god. I’m going to cum Peter!” she screamed. “Please, let me feel you inside of me.”

  Peter stood up tugging frantically at his underwear and bent his hardened cock down to the opening of her pussy and watched it disappear into her. The tightening muscles snuggly embraced him as his body met hers. The slow smooth rhythm of his strokes weren’t enough. She wanted what was building inside of them to erupt like a volcano.

  “Take me, Peter. Make me feel you deep inside of me.”

  Peter grabbed her, pulling her from the table, and turned her body around to bend her over it. He held her hips and slammed deeply into her. Susan moaned and whimpered at the sheer force of his thrusts. Her body was on fire as he pressed her breasts against the cold tabletop. As her hair flowed over the edge, she could see her breath fog against the surface. The contrast from the heat burning inside of her and the cool surface sent a rush of tingles up her body. With every moan her breathing increased, until she was for gasping for air as her excitement mounted. She pressed her body up off the table, arching her back and pushing her ass against his body, as he moaned loudly. Feeling the pressure begin to peak, the tips of her fingers turned white as she pushed them hard against the tabletop desperately trying to hold herself up. He reached his massive hands under her breasts and clenched them tight while her nipples protruded from between two fingers. As he buried himself deep into her, his hands tightened and squeezed the nipples. Each stroke was a mixture of unbridled lust and a desire so profound it only made sense for it to happen.

  He grabbed hard onto Susan’s hips and jerked against her. Her inner walls were wet and the way she caressed the skin of his cock was soothing and arousing.

  She raised her leg, setting it up on the table. Peter touched her ass as he kept grinding into her. Reaching under her leg, Susan rubbed her clit gently as Peter’s thrusts massaged her from inside. She held the edge of the table, trying to keep her balance. Susan wept and the convulsing ripples of her pussy made Peter understand the orgasm of a woman in a whole new way. Hearing the short bursts of her breath and feeling the shaking of her body, he felt the tidal wave coming. He splashed his hot wave through her over and over again then he collapsed on top of her.

  His body was warm and his breaths more controlled. His once hard cock was spent and semi-erect between her legs, still wet from their sexual encounter.

  “Damn, you make me feel so alive,” Peter whispered in her ear as he started to stand up.

  “And you make me feel so ... so, jeez you made me a mess!” Susan said smiling.

  They slowly got themselves straightened out and dressed. Peter was hesitant about asking to stay the night. They kept gazing at each other wondering where their relationship was heading. As they walked into the entryway Susan loo
ked at Peter then looked up the stairs.

  “Susan, I respect you and think we should take our time like you wanted. We don’t know where or how much this will grow, but let’s enjoy what we have. I’m going to be a gentleman and go now, out of respect and because I feel that’s what you want.” Peter smiled feeling proud of his restraint. He knew they would continue seeing each other because this was more than a few chance encounters. They were meant to be together.

  At the doorway she kissed him softly and stood looking at him and said, “You know, I appreciate what you said.” Peter smiled. “But what I really wanted was to have you stay here tonight so we could fuck all night. Goodnight.”

  As the door closed, Peter stood in the dim light, wondering how could a man so damn stupid.

  The Island Paradise

  After all those hard days and tireless nights of working, Bianca was finally enjoying the ultimate vacation on a little-known Caribbean island.

  Bianca was a tall brunette with dark brown hair falling to the middle of her back. She had a nice figure, not too big, not too small. Even though she was an attractive woman, she didn’t have a boyfriend at the moment and hadn’t for quite a while. She’d tried, but every time she liked someone the lies and deceptions destroyed any possible relationship. And her fear of catching something kept her from one-night stands, making it even harder. So she concentrated on her career. Being the president of a dot-com business kept her traveling and she had enough money to do whatever she wanted.

  Currently she was rather bored by the lack of direction from the guide so Bianca decided to venture off the trail a little on a nature walk.

  Through the brush she found an absolutely gorgeous spot with a small waterfall and pool of water just big enough for swimming. She didn’t see anyone around so she stripped down to her swimsuit, leaving the T-shirt and wrap beside the pool, and dived into the cool water. It was breathtaking. After swimming around the water for a while, she ended up by the waterfall. She climbed up onto the small sandy ledge below it and let the water splash against her body.

  The water cascaded down her body as if it were another layer of skin. She leaned her head back and let the cold water rinse her hair. Laughing slightly for feeling like a shampoo commercial, she flung her wet hair around. For some unknown reason her body seemed more alive and sensitive than usual. Her nipples were always a focal point for her sexual pleasure so she pulled at them through her bathing suit. Shock waves raced through her body to the point between her thighs. Warmth crept through her and she leaned back; the cool water caressed her passion-heated flesh, cooling the fire burning within. Forgetting where she was, Bianca slipped her hand into her bikini bottoms and rolled her fingers against the lips between her legs. The urge to probe herself took over as she pulled upwards on the opening of her vagina, exposing the top of her clitoris and letting the water strike it directly. It sent tingles through her body.

  She looked up and saw a figure racing across the small beach. Stunned, she stopped and saw a local tribesman kneeling on the side of the beach, bowing to her. Bianca laughed as he bowed one last time then dove in and started swimming towards her. He rose from the water then knelt again and took her hands in his. She couldn’t understand what he was saying but his motions and mannerisms seemed to imply he worshiped her.

  He motioned to his chest saying, “Gores. Gores.” He seemed to be telling her his name. She felt no fear of him as he stood up. He was a little taller than she was, muscular, with dark skin, and somewhat handsome features. And she was so aroused and so overwhelmed by his constant admiration that she took his hand and slipped it beneath her bikini top and onto her breast, moaning softly as he grasped it in his large hand. He knew exactly what to do as he knelt in front of her and kissed her nipples through the material then pulled it off her. Her nipples, already sensitive, stuck out as he sucked them. Gores switched from one to the other. And he slowly slid her bottoms down her thighs, caressing her legs as he inched the clothing downward. Then moved his hands up the back of her legs to her ass. He pressed his face against her tummy and licked her bellybutton. Without care she lifted her leg up and pressed her flaming bush against his face. His hot tongue darted inside her.

  Bianca ran her fingers through his hair tugging on it each time he slid his tongue against her pulsating clit. He abruptly stood up and kissed her on the mouth, she was like butter melting to his hot touch. She reached down and grasped the pulsing hardness trapped in his loincloth. She loosened the tie in the front and it fell to the ground. Gores moaned as she stroked it in her hand, rubbing it against her own sweltering opening, almost daring him to enter her. They kept kissing and he moaned at her touch.

  The excitement and arousal was almost unbearable. She felt a tingling racing through her veins as she lifted up on her tiptoes, bit his neck and wrapped her leg around him. Guiding his stiffness along the lips of the moist opening between her legs was too much for him. He lifted Bianca up and moved her into the small cavern behind the waterfall.

  There was a small patch of sand between the rocks, big enough for two people to be hidden from view. Like an animal he laid her face down and reached under her tummy, lifting her ass up. Gores moved behind her, spreading her legs apart as he lifted her higher. Bianca didn’t care; she was in such a state of need she just wanted to feel him inside of her. He entered her wetness and she shuddered, never having had a man of his thickness penetrate her before. Her arms weakened against the sand as she felt him fill her to the hilt, his abdomen pressed against her ass. He pulled his thick hardness from her in a way that dragged it against her clitoris and she shook and came. The intense spasms of her vaginal walls contracted around his manhood. She could almost feel the veins throb with his pounding heart from the tightness of her pussy contractions. The constant friction against her clitoris with every stroke he pulsed into her forced her orgasm to go on and on.

  When Bianca recovered from her near-unconscious state, she leaned farther down till her breasts pressed against the ground and she could feel him penetrate deeper into her, almost pressing against her cervix with every thrust. The melting feeling was warm and comforting but he still kept driving into her. The mist from the waterfall filled the tiny cavern they were in, and the heat they generated should have made it steam as the droplets hit their bodies. Bianca was in another world as the pleasure from him driving into her deeper and harder made her climb to ecstasy again. He grasped her shoulder and put his other hand on her hip as he pushed longer and harder strokes into her. Their sex was becoming primal. Gores started groaning and she shrieked sharply from the pain and pleasure as her knees started to hurt from the intensity of his thrusts.

  Bianca knew what she wanted and reached back to push him away. She threw him onto his back and took over. She dragged her nails over his nipples and hairy chest. With her hand she ran her fingers up his thighs to his testicles and licked her lips, and then she licked the tip of his gleaming penis. As she lowered her mouth over it, the thickness swelled. Tasting her own juices on him excited her as she sucked all the way up to the tip, causing a popping sound as she released him. She looked into his eyes; they begged for release. And the slowly gathering droplets on the tip of his throbbing manhood were a signal that he was close to erupting.

  Acting more like a cat than a woman, she clawed at his chest and flicked her tongue on his penis. Then she bit his tightening stomach and climbed on top of him. Again she shuddered as she lowered herself onto the incredibly hard thickness. She lifted her legs up, balancing on Gores, making sure he was as deep as possible. He moaned. Bianca looked into his eyes and saw them roll back in his head. She controlled the pace of their lust and she wanted it fast. She leaned back, moving up and down, and made him thrust from below. She felt her vaginal walls stretching and convulsing. She started shaking as she orgasmed. Without warning he exploded inside of her with such force it lifted her up and she screamed, “Oh god yes!” and came again. Over and over she felt his essence burst from his loins. Their flui
ds trickled from her as they stopped and she collapsed on his chest. Feeling relaxed and spent she felt his heart pound and slow as she rested against it.

  Later, as the mist flew through the air, she listened to Gores and tried to understand what he was saying. He was motioning and seemed to want her to go with him. Without any concern for her safety or where she was going, Bianca dressed and followed him into the jungle. After a long while they came to a clearing.

  There she saw a small group of huts and what looked like a temple. As he led her through town, she saw very few women except for the elderly. But there were quite a few younger tribesmen. Each of the young men bowed and knelt when she walked by, just like Gores had when she first saw him.

  As she walked to the temple, she looked at it, somewhat bewildered. Gores knelt and walked in and she followed. Inside the hut was dark. Before her was a birdbath. Feeling dumbfounded, she asked what it was. Since he kept bowing and bowing, she looked closer and saw that it was a birdbath of a naked woman. She had long flowing hair and she was in front of a waterfall with the water cascading down her.

  Uh oh, she thought to herself.

  An elder tribesman came in then, and speaking in broken English, he explained that this was their goddess of love and sex and all men must worship her. They must have sex with her before ever experiencing sex with another. The previous goddess passed away from exhaustion 5 years ago and all the men had been waiting for a sign, for a new goddess to come. That is why all the men stared at her. She was their goddess. They all had been faithful and pure, waiting for her.

  Interesting, Bianca thought to herself as she bit her bottom lip and felt a twinge of arousal. All these hard-bodied, disease-free, non-barhopping, faithful, strong, hard-working, virgin studs waiting to do nothing more than pleasure and worship me. What should I do? she pondered.