MoreLust

by S. L. Carpenter

  “Hmmmmmmm, take one tablet twenty minutes before,” he read aloud from the instructions.

  He sat there in a state of awe thinking how great medicine could be, then read on. “Hmmm, sustain an erection for an uncertain amount of time from 30 to 60 minutes.”

  Kyle looked up at the clock above the fireplace and saw it was about five minutes before seven. Time for the medicine. The label said take 1/2 to a full tab. What the hell!, he thought as he swallowed down a full tablet. He walked around cleaning up the house then grabbed a beer and sat down to read. He was enthralled in his latest Hustler magazine and could see the Viagra was having a strong effect on him. He noticed it was 15 after and still no Trudy. Then suddenly, the phone rang.

  “Hello?” Kyle answered.

  It was Trudy. She called to tell him she ran into somebody and was going to be late.

  After he put the phone down he stood up, and so did something else. Hmmmmm. He was fascinated with it, so he did some tests.

  He hung four towels on it and still no problem. He balanced a broom on it. Used it as a bat playing softball. Put donuts on it and lastly used the force and pretended it was a light saber. After thirty minutes passed he was all worked up and hornier than a rabbit and it had become obvious his wife wasn’t coming home.

  He went upstairs into her closet and looked for something to wear. Though he had hidden this fetish from Trudy, he had a fascination with women’s undergarments. The feel of silk always made him a little more uninhibited and was the reason he usually insisted on her wearing it to bed and even during sex. He rustled through her drawers still having a hard-on that wouldn’t quit. He decided to put on her red crotchless teddy and her high heels.

  He fumbled putting it on and almost gave himself a hernia from the straps against his groin. He tried not to bend his dick backwards as he pushed it out the front of the teddy’s opening. Looking in the mirror he took some deep red lipstick and messily applied it to his lips.

  In the corner of the closet he found a brown paper bag. As he opened it he remembered ordering it after watching Nikki Tyler in a porno movie and getting all excited and whacking off for hours about it. It was one of those fake bottoms made out of rubber and supposedly had the feel and texture of the real thing. There was even a picture of her for the pillow so you could imagine it was her you were screwing instead of a rubber attachment.

  Kyle had an extreme hard-on working and didn’t want to waste it, so he figured he’d practice before the wife came home. The feel of the lingerie made him horny and the Viagra had him feeling adventurous, so he placed the toy on the bed as if she was bent over in front of him and plunged his stiffness deep into the asshole of the toy. He attempted anal sex with it because Trudy didn’t believe in it. He found Trudy’s vibrator in her nightstand and decided to see what the big deal was so he slid it painfully into his own anus.

  He was now thoroughly stimulated and felt empowered by the ultimate erection so he viciously screwed the toy. After a few deep strokes he felt a tightening around his penis. He slammed hard into the anus of the attachment and realized he couldn’t withdraw himself out of it.

  What the FUCK? Kyle thought and stood up with the rubber torso stuck firm against his body.

  He looked at the box and discovered a warning that a hole needed to be cut at the base of the toy for disposal of the, uhhhhhh, fluids. If there isn’t a hole, there is the danger of causing a vacuum and a vapor lock, then having to wait for the erection to go down or go to the hospital to have it removed.

  Kyle was suddenly terrified. He tugged and pulled frantically trying to get the fricking thing off. The extra pulling and tugging only excited him more. No matter how hard he tried, everything he did seemed to make it worse.

  “What the hell am I supposed to do now?”

  As he stood panic-stricken in the living room, the door opened and Trudy looked to see her husband, holding a jar of Vaseline, standing in a crotchless teddy, high heels and red lipstick, with a 12-inch vibrator in his ass and a rubber fuck-toy attached to his penis.

  “OH MY GOD?!?!?” Trudy screamed, almost vomiting at the sight.

  Kyle’s boss walked in after bumping into Trudy at her work. They had discussed Kyle’s big promotion and she asked him to come over for dinner as a surprise.

  The loud scream and thud from Kyle fainting could be heard for miles.

  The hospital was able to remove the toy easily, but when he felt the vibrator embedded itself into his bowel cavity and they had to operate and do a sphincterectomy. Kyle can now fart and not make any noise. You’ve probably seen him on Jerry Springer.

  The Long Nights, Part 1

  The long day’s work made Melissa tired. She felt exhausted and her body ached. Sitting in front of a computer all day didn’t help. Her eyes felt like they weighed ten pounds. She had her caramel French vanilla frappacino waiting for her as she slipped into her flannel pajamas. Then she parked herself in the la-z-boy for some premium chilling and relaxing. But there wasn’t anything on TV except a few badly acted R-rated Skin-e-max movies, and the TV flickering light through the dark, quiet apartment sent her into a badly needed sleep.

  Melissa awoke to a bright light shining in through her window. She rubbed her face and scratched her ass, as she walked over to close the blinds. Glancing across the alley to the cross view apartment, she saw a very well-dressed man looking into a walk-in closet and tossing some clothes onto his bed. Melissa was about to shut her blinds, when she saw him undoing his tie and unbuttoning his shirt.

  Interesting, she thought.

  He slid his tie up over his well-groomed, thick black hair and pulled off his shirt. His chest was tanned with not too much hair on it, and he was very muscular. Not overly buffed out but nicely cut.

  Melissa found his unwitting striptease extremely erotic and entertaining. Am I wrong to be watching this stranger undress? As he unbuckled his belt, she knew she was doing the right thing.

  His white underwear clashed with his tanned muscular legs. She was hoping he needed to change them also. He turned around and slid them down his legs, kicking them aside. The muscles of his ass flexed and rippled making Melissa salivate. Walking to his dresser, he hung out in all his glory. Melissa grasped her crotch in a reflex, seeing something so beautiful. He wasn’t hung like an elephant, but he certainly had nothing to be modest about. From Melissa’s point of view he filled out his boxers rather well, especially because as he put on a pair, the tip of his cock peeked out the leg of the shorts. Melissa found herself drooling as she stood motionless in the shadowed window.

  He put on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top that clung to his muscular chest and walked out of the room.

  DAMN! Melissa thought. I was just getting warm, well, wet from watching him and he left.

  A light went on in the next room and she saw him lying on a workout bench. He started bench-pressing and she watched the strain in his muscles as they flexed. He pushed the heavy weights up, making his blood rush through his body and his groin swelled. Melissa licked her lips and her pussy grew moist as the needs of the flesh took control of her.

  He suddenly got up, and walked out of sight. Melissa groaned in frustration feeling cheated. She was turning away when just as suddenly he reappeared in the room and began working out again. In the doorway a tall, slender Asian woman loosed her hair from the bun on her head. Her long, silky black hair fell along her shoulders to the middle of her back. She gazed upon the man as he pushed the weights up and down. She too admired his brute strength.

  The woman unbuttoned the first few buttons on her business dress and walked over to the man. She said something to him that made him smile and laugh. Melissa was not alone in noticing the swelling in his groin. The Asian woman knelt between his legs and brushed her hand on his midsection as it flexed, and then pressed firmly on his groin.

  For a brief moment time stood still. Without moving her hand, the woman closed her eyes, smiling wistfully as she felt him grow. Melissa found herself swep
t away also. It had been a while since she had felt the pleasures of a man.

  Time began again and the woman pulled down on the sweatpants, freeing the stranger’s cock from its confinement. He tried to pull them back up, but she wouldn’t let him. The woman’s hair fell down the side of her face as she lowered her mouth towards his proud, firm shaft.

  Although the woman’s hair hid the sight of him being swallowed from Melissa, she still felt as if it were her that tasted this stranger. Her mouth watered and she found herself again lost in the erotic mood of the night.

  The Asian woman pulled her hair aside, and Melissa stared. Transfixed, she watched the woman draw his large cock into her mouth, her cheeks puffing as it filled her. The tip of the woman’s tongue peeked out and licked down the vein along the underside of his swollen hardness.

  Melissa felt a twinge of frustration, but she bit her lip and squeezed her legs together. Her pussy started to ache from desire and need. As she looked out the window, she couldn’t help but slip her hand into her pajamas. The darkness of the room made her invisible, but Melissa felt as if she were glowing bright red from the heat she had burning inside. She stared intently at the two strangers across the alley and imagined it was herself instead of the Asian woman enjoying this mystery man’s cock.

  The Asian woman stood, letting the hardened penis pop free from her mouth and pulled her dress up over her head. A black bra and thong covered the sacred parts of her body. Her black stockings were held up by a black garter-belt. The man smiled ear to ear as the woman turned away from him and unfastened her bra. She teasingly flipped it to him and covered her small breasts, acting shy. The stranger placed the lacy, black bra over his cock and leaned back, relaxing and admiring the woman. She bent over and slowly peeled the thong from between the cheeks of her ass. The woman’s hair touched the ground, as she waved between her legs at him.

  Melissa whimpered at the way his cock jerked at the sight of the woman bent over in front of him. She moaned at the sight of the woman’s lovely, small breasts and their extremely tight nipples.

  The woman walked to the end of the bench where his face was and straddled his head, so that her pussy was hovering over his face. The woman gently caressed between her legs, letting him see her finger disappear into her wet sex. The way she closed her eyes made it apparent she was getting extremely hot. She lowered herself and he slid his tongue into her pussy, while she continued to rub her clit. Her nipples protruded as she became more stimulated. She found his stiff cock with her other hand and she pulled at it, while he delved into her pussy with his snakelike tongue. The Asian woman’s face was becoming more pale and awash in perspiration.

  Melissa felt her own wetness burn for attention. The tip of her finger grazed against the tips of her nipples as they strained against the fabric. She became hot and beads of sweat accumulated between her breasts. Oblivious to her surroundings, she let her pajama bottoms fall to the floor, clasped her hand onto her labia and fondled the swollen tip of her engorged clit. Her mind wandered and she tried to imagine what the Asian woman’s body felt. She watched her fall atop the stranger and ravage his cock with kisses and almost swallow the entire thick shaft. The extreme eroticism of her voyeuristic encounter made it feel less invasive because they couldn’t see her and more sexual because it made her free to explore this fetish she discovered.

  Melissa felt herself peaking as she gazed out the window. The Asian woman stood up and waddled down the stranger’s slick, muscular body. His body shone with the heat from their encounter. The Asian woman spread her legs wide and lowered herself onto the erect shaft that glimmered from her saliva. She jerked and strained to not scream out, as the large, thickened shaft vanished deep within her. For a moment the woman remained motionless and only panted as she sat on top of him. Then, she looked out the window into space and smiled as she wiggled. Melissa could almost see the woman’s pubis constrict when she slid up and his hardness would almost slip free from her.

  As she slid two fingers inside of herself and pinched her nipple under her top, Melissa felt herself getting close. She wobbled as she stood up, struggling not fall. She grasped the curtain and leaned against the wall, as she watched the couple making love. The look on the Asian woman’s face made her desperate to feel what she felt. The throbbing of a man inside of her vagina and the essence of his loins spilling and spurting and filling her with warmth.

  Melissa felt her juices glide down her thigh. Seeing the lovers’ intense pleasures made her close her eyes and picture herself being there, having the stranger bury his cock within her and fill the void of her needs. As her thumb pressed on her clit, she felt the rush of blood from her head and came for what seemed like forever. The burn of desire made her feel overwhelmed and naked. She collapsed to her knees and started to laugh at the trickle of juices from her pussy. She felt totally spent. Her eyes glazed over and closed from the strenuous release, then she finally relaxed and breathed slower, deeper breaths.

  Her vision was blurred when she leaned down to pull up her pajamas and adjust herself. As Melissa stood up and looked out the window, she saw the weight-bench empty and the lights dimmed. Nobody was there and she found herself feeling a little uncomfortable with the effect this had on her. She felt alone now, after having shared this with the couple of strangers. It was exhilarating and yet, somewhat empty, because she couldn’t feel it for real.

  As she climbed into bed the inner peace and relaxation of her body made her almost drift into heaven. In her body the ache was still there. The ache for someone unknown.

  The Traffic Ticket

  Vicki was on her way home and in quite a rush. She sped through traffic paying little attention to the speed limit, let alone the stop signs. She looked into her rear view mirror and saw the flashing lights.

  “SHIT!” she whispered, as she pulled the car over to the side of the slightly deserted winding road.

  In the side mirror Vicki could see the officer sitting in his police car, writing something and punching information into his computer. She rustled through her purse trying to find her license and insurance card.

  Tap, Tap, Tap. The policeman rapped on the car window. “Excuse me ma’am, I need to see your license, please.”

  She sat up and looked out the window at the policeman’s rather large crotch. “Boy that’s a big gun you have there, officer,” she said. “I’m sorry, but I can’t find my license or any identification. I must have left them at home.”

  “Step out of the car, please, ma’am.”

  Her heart racing with adrenaline, she stepped out of the car. The policeman had a muscular frame and was extremely handsome. He stared at her in awe.

  She was statuesque with long blonde hair and wore a short skirt and halter-top with no bra and high heels. She always dressed to accentuate her looks—she always got out of sticky situations with them.

  “Ma’am, there was a car stolen earlier this evening matching yours. Do you have anything to prove ownership or your ID?”

  “No, I’m sorry,” she said, gazing into his eyes and smiling devilishly. “There’s got to be some way we can work this out.”

  He looked sternly back at her, obviously not impressed with her actions. “Now listen, the person we’re looking for is armed and dangerous. I’m going to have to search your car.”

  He found nothing but a couple roaches in the ashtray and a pair of expensive red lace underwear under the seat. While he searched, Vicki looked at him and flirted openly, leaning over to show her large breasts in her loose fitting top and giving him a good look as they brushed against his arm. The cool night air made her nipples hard. They jutted proudly out, showing through her top.

  “Well there’s nothing in here but I’m afraid I’m going to have to search you also,” he said raising an eyebrow.

  They walked to the other side of the car away from the road, and she leaned against the side of the car in the standard spread-eagle position. He moved his hands from around her ankles, up the sides of her
muscular calves to her strong thighs. He stopped as his search confirmed she wasn’t wearing any panties.

  “I’d better make sure this is a thorough search for any concealed weapons.”

  He ran his large hands against the cheeks of her ass and pushed her against the car. The cold steel excited Vicki. The icy cold against her chest accentuated the fire in her backside. He spread her legs apart farther to continue his search. His hands pressed against the puffy mound between her legs, and Vicki moaned while he stroked it with his fingers.

  “What kind of gun do you carry out here in the sticks?” she mumbled, as he rubbed harder between her legs. “A .38?”

  As he yanked off his belt and pulled his pants down, she reached back and grabbed onto his gun. “Oh, that’s definitely a .44 magnum.”

  He grunted as he mercilessly drove his gun into her. Every thrust had her slamming harder and harder against the hood. The icy chill sent electric shocks through her as her breasts pressed against the cold steel. He reached under her shirt and grabbed both of them in his hands and squeezed hard, as he pulled her against his hardness. He pulled up her top, exposing her large heaving breasts and slammed her chest hard against the frigid hood. Increasing the tempo, he reached up to her shoulders and furiously pounded against her hot fire. She felt him swelling inside her. His grunts became more intense and louder, her skin flushed and her pulse quickened towards the peak of her excitement.

  When her orgasm started, she leaned down and grabbed onto her knee to keep from falling as he rammed into her like a jackhammer. He stopped with a hard, deep drive into her. Ecstasy swept through him and he exploded into her with his hot fluids. His knees weakened and he staggered backwards.

  Just then another police car showed up. He pulled up his pants and Vicki adjusted her clothes, as the other policeman got out of his car and walked up.

  “Jesus Dave, you had us worried. We’ve been calling and you didn’t answer.”