Dark Lust

by S. L. Carpenter

  In the distance, a wolf howled. Maybe the animals were in heat, in need of mating, like Joe and Jasmine. The full moon brings out the inner animal in many beasts.

  Jasmine shuddered, moaning again as Joe’s thumb rubbed her clit in a circular motion. Her breathing was becoming deeper as his mouth kissed along the crevice of her ass to the wetness between her legs. She looked out the window at the moon glaring brightly at them. The wind picked up and the sound of leaves and bushes rustling against the cabin walls made their passion inside the cabin feel almost as vigorous as the night winds.

  Joe’s tongue darted out along the crease between her legs as his thumb continued to rub her blossoming bud. As his hot mouth breathed her in, she felt herself leaning further forward, letting his tongue explore inside her. This was her primal desire.

  Joe licked along the folds of skin but not yet prying them apart. She could only imagine the throbbing passion between his legs as he kissed her wet flesh.

  Her deep moan echoed through the cabin as Joe finally pierced the opening of her pussy, letting the heat escape. Jasmine became breathless from the need to feel him taste her again. She panted loudly as Joe rubbed her deliberately and tasted her once more, sucking at the juices within her.

  With her hands on her knees, Jasmine couldn’t stand it anymore. She stood up and turned around pulling Joe’s face between her legs. Resting her thigh on his shoulder, she leaned into his mouth.

  His hand grasped her ass, digging his fingers into her flesh. Jasmine looked down and watched as his tongue darted in and out, brushing against her clit. She knew how much Joe liked eating her out and she loved how he could sense where to dip his tongue to drive her over the boundaries of pleasure.

  Jasmine looked to the sky and grasped her breasts, tweaking the erect nipples between her fingers as her body tightened.

  He continued to tongue long strokes along the thin flesh covering her pussy. His nose would follow, rubbing against her clit with the stiffness of the cartilage as he moved to lick again. Up and down, up and down, the long steady licks made Jasmine feel fragile and about to break under the building stress being applied to her aroused and swollen folds.

  She grabbed Joe’s head and pressed it into her body even more, almost grinding his face against her mound. Joe growled, vibrating a hum through her pubic bone that shivered up her spine when she melted and came.

  Jasmine giggled as her legs finally weakened.

  Joe dropped baby kisses on her pubic hair and then blew a big belly buster noise on her tummy, which sounded like a big old fart in the quiet of the night.

  Jasmine looked at Joe and knelt down in front of him so they were eye-to-eye. She took his face in her hands and kissed him ever so gently, then rubbed her cheek to his and felt the warmth of him. As her arms wrapped around him Jasmine lay back feeling the cold floor creep through her hot body.

  Joe sat on his heels before her with his extremely hard cock standing proud.

  Jasmine spread her legs letting him see his favorite place, and he looked appreciatively at her body as the moonlight scattered light across the peaks and valleys of her curves.

  Propping himself above her like he was doing a push-up, he lowered his mouth to hers, just letting their lips touch enough to feel the burn. Their tongues met and he knew her taste was still on his face and his tongue.

  Jasmine could smell her own scent, and taste what Joe loved eating so much. Her eyes closed and she moaned quietly, slipping into his mood.

  Joe held himself steady as Jasmine raised her leg and rested it on his back. She tucked the other one around his legs, aligning her pussy just below Joe’s hard cock as if waiting for him.

  She kissed his strong arms as they propped his body above her, not wanting to hurt her with his weight. Jasmine kissed up his biceps and ran her arm down his chest and stomach to the tip of his penis. The tip was slick with anticipation and he felt her touch the seeping fluid and bring her finger to her mouth. She sucked the shiny fingertip, making Joe wobble above her.

  Her small hand reached down and pushed his cock to the juicy opening of her pussy. The heat radiated from inside of her and she wrapped her arms around him. In one smooth drive, he slid the length of his shaft deep into the furnace of her lust.

  They both moaned and Joe stayed frozen inside the warmth of her. It was like coming home. A perfect moment in time, when you feel both content and safe. Jasmine kissed his neck and he pulled up and out, feeling her inner walls flex against the skin of his cock. Every time with her felt like the first time—it was always different and special.

  Jasmine raised both legs to the middle of his back and locked them together. Joe’s arms were strong but weakening as he thrust deep into her over and over again. Jasmine dragged her nails along his chest as she felt the first wave of passion sweep over her as well as a burst of cold wind.

  Joe cried out as Jasmine closed her eyes and tightened her inner vaginal walls along his shaft, digging her nails into his body as she felt the swelling of passion inside her once again.

  “Come with me,” she whispered into his ear.

  Not able to support himself any longer, Joe rested his weight on Jasmine and she winced, feeling his entire body pressing hers as she kissed him again. He pushed up onto his elbows and looked down between them, watching his cock vanishing into her pussy. Her abdomen rose as he filled her.

  “Look into my eyes, Joe,” Jasmine said while holding his cheek. “I want to watch you come inside me.”

  Joe shook at her words, fighting his reaction to explode inside her.

  Jasmine’s hands rubbed Joe’s chest and she circled his nipples with the edge of her fingernails. “Don’t stop, go faster Joe…”

  Her breathing was becoming more rapid, as was his. Her eyes closed and she moaned as she reached around, grabbing at his ass.

  He pounded harder like a piston. Each thrust shook her to the bone, and she loved every minute of it.

  Jasmine’s passion became a pot about to boil over. She pulled at his ass forcing his thrusts deeper inside and faster. She controlled the tempo and she growled like an animal as she relentlessly pulled him in. Her fingernails dug hard into Joe’s butt and he yelped from the pain and slammed into her even harder.

  The smacking sounds from their bodies hitting as they fucked in the middle of the floor careened through the cabin, bouncing off the empty walls. The air around them was cold but the heat between them made them oblivious to anything else.

  “Oh, God…Joe, oh God…I’m coming!” Jasmine writhed uncontrollably beneath him.

  “Jasmine…I can’t hold it anymore!” Joe howled like a wolf as he felt her burning fire engulf him. He looked into her eyes, watching as she cried out. He pushed himself up, straining to reach the deepest part of her.

  The onrush of his semen filled her to overflowing, making her own orgasm more fulfilling and she tightened and released him from inside as if milking the essence from his soul.

  Jasmine started to whimper, she felt so alive at that moment. Even the rustling sounds outside didn’t distract her as she held Joe tight. Her eyes were filled with tears as she released the emotions inside her.

  She turned her head and glimpsed a blurry vision moving on the floor. Blinking a few times, she saw two squirrels having what looked like sex.

  Behind them in the darkness, she saw what looked like two rabbits having sex as well.

  There was also a growling sound like that of a large animal echoing through the cabin.

  “What the fuck is growling?” Jasmine gasped.

  Joe got up, dripping from their lovemaking. He was chilled by the night air and kind of scared at the deep growling sounds.

  What kind of animal makes a noise like that? A bear? A mountain lion?

  Standing naked, with only his dick to protect him, he reached over and switched on the light prepared to pounce on the wild animal.

  As the light flooded the room, Joe blinked.

  There were two wolves on the bed havi
ng sex—doggy style of course. It must have been the ones howling outside earlier.

  In Joe and Jasmine’s bliss, they hadn’t noticed them straggle in. Nor had they seen the raccoons, the mice, bats or the armadillos.

  Their cabin had become a refuge for sex-starved animals. A Beastly Bordello of sorts.

  Must be the full moon.

  It brings out the animal in all of us.

  The New Guy

  Tami lay motionless as her body tried to relax. There were beads of sweat on her chest and her nipples were protruding upwards as if trying to touch the sun. They were sensitive and sore from being pulled and in her moment of passion she didn’t know how hard they’d been tugged, because during passion like that, nobody cares.

  Tom was lying next to her. He, too, was spent and fulfilled. Tami noticed he was slick with fluids from their experience but hard as ever. Tami was married and couldn’t bring herself to cheat on her husband, but then Stephanie had introduced her to Tom.

  They met at Stephanie’s party. No husbands were around—it was a girls’ night out. Just a time to enjoy some fattening food, drinks and fun. Stephanie’s friend, Julie, was the ringleader. They were goofing off, teasing and embarrassing each other. Stephanie leaned over to Tami and whispered that Tom was there.

  Tom? She thought to herself? Who the heck is Tom?

  One glance and she was swept away. He was hot-looking, strong, and all the women had turned to look at him. Stephanie had talked about her encounters with Tom with fondness and always sighed when asked how he was in bed. She would squirm and cross her legs in a movement that every woman present recognized…she was feeling suddenly wet from the thought.

  Tonight…Tami would take him home.

  After the party, she and Tom were in the car and the sudden guilt swept over her. Was it wrong to do this? Was it a sin? Was her own pleasure worth the price? DAMN RIGHT IT WAS!

  It had been a long time since she’d experienced deep feelings of pleasure because life’s turbulence always had her in its grasp. Tonight she wanted to feel young again, feel whole, and feel what it was like to have some cheap satisfying sex. Not love—just pure uninhibited sex. She truly believed she’d earned it.

  Fuck what all the girls thought when she left with Tom. They were just jealous. The car pulled into the empty driveway and they sat there for a minute quietly. She knew they didn’t have to go in. Her husband was gone. The kids were gone. It was just her and Tom and the darkness of the night.

  She looked at him and they both knew what was going to happen. Tami leaned over and kissed him softly. She felt his smooth skin on her cheek and breathed in his smell. She moved her hand down and closed her eyes as she felt the firmness of his large shaft. He was as well-endowed as Stephanie had told her but, God, he felt so good in her hand. She started to get a pretty solid idea of how good he’d feel in her lower regions.

  She hurried them into the house and Tom lay on the bed. Tami went to the bathroom. She was in desperate need to pee. A relieving sigh later she was done. She looked into the mirror worrying and doubting what she was about to do.

  How could she? She couldn’t. She had to stop.

  She stepped out of the bathroom and saw Tom on the bed in all his erect glory. He was beautiful. A deep moist heat started to bloom inside her and she slowly undressed as she stared at Tom.

  She felt herself slipping into the mood as she dropped her blouse to the floor, unzipped the side of her skirt and shimmied it down her hips and legs, kicking it aside with her foot. She turned her back to Tom and unsnapped the front of her bra releasing her swelling breasts. She cupped them in her hands and tossed her bra on the bed next to Tom. He shuddered with excitement.

  She bent over, slid her black panties down her legs and off her feet. She used them to barely cover her bare pubis and then giggled and tossed them aside as she jumped onto the bed with Tom. This felt so right, it felt so perfect, it was going to be frickin’ great.

  Tom was so gentle, so caring, he seemed to read her mind as he caressed his way over Tami’s body with expert delicacy, touching every spot with a certain degree of apprehension. It was like he didn’t want to scare her or make her nervous.

  Tami was a little apprehensive of his size. She knew she was petite, hadn’t been with anyone but her husband, and Tom was a lot bigger than he was.

  Tom slid between her legs and massaged her pubis. Tami closed her eyes and felt him toying with the opening of her pussy. He stroked and probed enough to make her wet and eager to feel him inside her.

  She sensed him wanting to feel her too, as he moved over her and positioned himself above her opening, spreading her labia just a little and slowly slipping into her.

  She told him to go slow and helped guide him. He inched into her, waiting for her vagina to adjust to the stretching, filling sensation inside of her. Tami shut her eyes tight in a delightful blend of pain and pressure as her clit swelled from excitement.

  Buried to his hilt, Tom touched her pubic bone and Tami felt full. It was a burning warmth that her body needed. Tom strained to stay in deep but Tami wanted to be sexed properly.

  Tom took what felt like a finger and rubbed deliberately on her clitoris as he inched back out causing Tami to struggle for self-control. He drove into her again and again, continuing his assault on her clit.

  He was making her feel as if she were split apart into two different people. The respectable housewife on the outside and the animal buried deep inside wanting to be savagely fucked.

  The seconds felt like hours as her body became more alive and her nerve endings more sensitive. Her muscles relaxed and areas of her pussy were being rediscovered after a long period of being lost. She felt herself reaching deep into her body as her orgasm gathered inside her.

  Tom drove into her, hard and deep, forcing every inch of himself within her pussy. This was the most incredible sexual experience she had had in such a long time. Tom’s stamina was incredible and he was relentless. His finger continued rubbing intensely on her clit. The stimulation of both areas at one time made her heave and buck like a bronco as she spread her legs apart even further. Tom slid in and out easier but with more rapid strokes.

  Her mouth fell open and she gasped for air, trying to grab onto her control.

  It was too late.

  Her body clenched and Tami stifled a scream, pulling at the sheets with her hand tearing them loose from the bed as she came with the fury of a violent storm.

  Over and over, she shuddered until she felt the passionate fury subsiding, while Tom remained stiff inside her.

  As her legs relaxed, Tom arched forward applying pressure on her clit. He shook rapidly as she eased her clamping muscles and finally popped out. Tami let him rest on the pillow next to her and sighed, her body still humming from the sex.

  The $49.95 she’d shelled out was well worth it. TOM, her Total Orgasm Machine, had just repaid her in full.

  THE DARK LORD—Encounter Three

  Ann lay back against her pillows and tried not to feel jealous or left out.

  That night she had met up with the girls. Allie had bragged, in great detail, about her carnal pleasures of the night before and even flashed them the bruise on her ass—in front of everyone.

  Before leaving the bar, Allie took Ann aside and in the dim light outside the ladies’ room, handed her the medallion.

  Her words were ominous. “Your turn.”

  All Ann’s friends had some kind of experience to hold close to their hearts—and between their legs. Her battery-operated boyfriends touched the right places on and in her body and gave her the simplest of pleasures, but she longed for that little extra touch.

  She wanted that special caress, she realized, that brush with intimacy that brings the whole experience to life. She wanted to feel how a cock filled her pussy then throbbed within her at the moment of mutual orgasm. Sadly, up to now, most of her men reached their peak before she did. Sometimes in the car outside.

  She was alone in her bed,
the flickering lights from the TV her sole companion. Slouched in her usual baggy T-shirt, she sighed as she realized the picture of the kitten yawning on the front was a perfect match to her lifestyle. Away from her girlfriends, it was pretty boring.

  They all had lives. Sara was married to Hank. Allie was married to work, and Missy? Well Missy was another story.

  But they all shared one thing. They’d all had a secret visit from this mystery lover. Or so they’d said. It wouldn’t have surprised her to learn they were teasing her and had made the whole thing up as a prank.

  The medallion sat on her nightstand, shimmering in the glow from the television. Reaching over, Ann picked it up and stared at it.

  The golden trinket was warm—unnaturally warm—but it always seemed to be that way. Imitating Sara, she rubbed her fingers over the indentions but no magic orgasm arrived.

  She stretched out and stared up into the canopy of her queen-sized bed, letting her eyes wander over the hand carved wooden posts that held it up. Her bed was her private sanctuary where she could relax, sleep and fantasize.

  She held the medallion up, letting the flickering reflection of light hit it. It was heavy, bulky and totally male.

  THUNK. The medallion slipped from her hand and hit her square on the forehead.

  “Ouch.” Ann closed her eyes and absently rubbed the medallion over the sore spot on her forehead.

  “What the fuck?” Ann’s body jerked as her mind was suddenly filled with a vision of—him. The Dark Lord standing in her doorway looking at her. She opened her eyes and looked again. There was nothing there. Just the light from the television flickering across the walls.

  Hmmm, this is interesting. Her thoughts made her smile.

  She lay back and rested the medallion on her forehead, rubbing the warm metal against her skin once more.

  He stood in the darkness. She could see him leaning against the doorframe, his features barely visible in the low light from the TV. Long black hair hung to his shoulders and covered his forehead. Ann noticed the reddened center of his eyes and wondered if she was now encased in his world, if this dream fantasy was becoming her reality.