Warning:
The following material contains strong sexual content meant for mature readers. “STRANGE LUST” has been rated NC-17, erotic, by two individual reviewers. We strongly suggest storing this electronic file in a place where young readers not meant to view the ebook are unlikely to happen upon it. That said, enjoy…
The Cabin
The sun, burning into the desert, glowed orange on the clouds. The open-topped Jeep raced across the sand toward their rented cabin. This was their sanctum of desire, the one place where phone calls, interruptions, and life’s turbulence couldn’t bother them.
Even at dawn, the desert heat was intense. Stephanie, Stevie to her friends, arched back and let the rushing wind blast against her flesh. Overcome with the fever of her anticipation she pulled her skirt up, leaned back, and let the dry wind search out the moistness within her.
Don swerved on the road when he noticed that she wasn’t wearing any underwear and he could see the smooth hair on her pubis blowing in the racing wind. Even her pussy seemed to open to its force. She licked her fingertip, wetting it with her tongue, as she closed her eyes and envisioned sliding something else into her mouth. The way she slid the tip of her finger along the edge of her mouth and let her tongue wet it made Don adjust his suddenly tight pants.
He tried to keep his attention on the road but was distracted when she undid the top few buttons of her blouse, letting the bursts of wind flutter the fabric against her breasts. The wind stroked the lapels of her blouse against her chest. Don’s hands were jealous. He reached over and slid his hand inside her blouse to grasp her breast and felt it gently mold to his hand. The hardened nipple poked between his fingers and she moaned as he squeezed the tip.
Stevie clasped his hand, extended his middle finger, and slid it between her red lipstick-covered lips. She sucked on it’s length as her other hand encompassed her labial lips. Her eyes rolled back as she guided his hand down to the juncture of her thighs. She put her foot on the dashboard and leaned back, closing her eyes. Then she raised her arms above her head to pull her hair from its barrette.
Don was trying hard to watch the road, but the wetness on his hand aroused him incredibly. Her hips rose and fell to his probing finger, and the muscles of her legs tightened as if they were making love. She was about to climax when Don lost control of his desires. The car skidded to a stop on the shoulder of the highway.
Stevie, shocked, opened her eyes and glared at him. Don fumbled with his pants. Stevie’s hands touched his and steadied them as she undid his pants and pulled them down. She could see how excited he was and her own desires were on the edge of release. She shuffled around the stick shift then rose above him. She grabbed the Jeep’s roll bar with one hand and grasped the seat adjustment to lower him backwards. As he leaned back, the fullness of her pussy slid down the length of his shaft. They were oblivious to the few passing cars, completely engrossed in the beauty and heat of their sex.
Her blouse opened to the breeze, and Don’s hands reached up to finish unbuttoning her shirt and fondle her breasts. Her breasts were full and tingling from his small tugs and groping as she tightened her vaginal walls around his throbbing cock. Stevie was aroused. She shook as she forced Don deeper into her, hammering forcefully against him, needing him deeper inside. She grabbed the roll bar and leaned back, feeling his hard-on strain from the tension of the grind. When she leaned forward, her breasts swayed before his mouth and Don kissed them. She touched his face with her hands then whimpered and grabbed his shoulders. She bit her lip and closed her eyes tight. Trying to squeeze him inside of her as she rose made her juice flow down between his legs. He bucked trying to remain in her grip. Stevie looked up and took a handful of his shirt in her hand as she pulled away from his chest. As a burst of air from a passing truck rushed over her, she cried out and came from the feeling of total abandon. Don lay there, still pulsing from his own orgasm.
Stevie giggled and opened her eyes. The first think she saw was flashing lights. Then she focused on a figure walking towards her. The policeman was adjusting his belt and whistling as he strolled towards the Jeep. As Stevie buttoned her shirt up, she smiled and slid over to her seat. Don lay there smiling with his dick lying against his leg and a glimmering stream of fluid across his thigh.
“Uh, sir, could you please put that away?” the policeman sternly said, obviously holding back his laughter. “Some may consider that a weapon.”
“Sorry officer,” Don said, trying to fix himself.
“A few motorists called in complaining, but I’ve been here for 5 minutes and didn’t see anything to complain about. In fact, I filmed the whole thing and was going to bring it to show the wife tonight on our vacation at the cabin. I’ll just give you a warning for indecent exposure and ask you to get a hotel room. And miss, I shouldn’t say this, but, you are beautiful during sex!” He gave Don the ticket and walked back to his car, adjusting his gun belt. Then he drove off.
The rest of the drive was relaxing. The sunset was beautiful. It seemed to set on the desert floor and melt into the sand. Stevie saw the cabin they’d rented behind a few trees, and the lights from the other tourists’ cabins glowed in the evening darkness.
After unpacking and cleaning up the furnished cabin, Don lit a fire. The warmth made him feel at home. He poured drinks for them both and sat down on the couch to watch the flickering flames. Stevie came back from the bathroom wearing one of his shirts buttoned halfway up and put on some music. The slow groove of Alicia Keys echoed through the cabin and they finally relaxed.
“Dance with me?” she asked.
Don got up and stared at her. She was beautiful. Her hair was combed out straight, and the large shirt hid the curves of her body. Her almond-colored skin glistened lightly from sweat. As they danced, his hands searched, following the fabric of her shirt down to her ass and discovered she had nothing on underneath. He pulled her against him. Their mouths met and they kissed deeply.
Stevie undid his shirt as they danced. Don repaid the favor by unbuttoning hers too. Their chests pressed together and the heat from their flesh seemed to burn as they swayed together. Don kissed her again. Her hand found its way to his pants and she slid it inside of the zipper flap to grasp him firmly in her hand. Her mouth opened and she buried it in his chest, licking the space between his tensing pectorals. Then she rested her head against Don’s chest, and the thump of his heart was the rhythm of her dance. She didn’t want to let go of his growing cock, but she also wanted to have it somewhere else.
The smooth stroking of her hand excited Don to a fever. Her long fingernails found the soft skin of his testicles and she toyed with them in her hand, giggling. Don closed his eyes and cupped her ass in his hands, feeling the muscles clench tight as his fingers traced the grooves and curves. He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. His finger found the hot, wet flesh of her pussy. Stevie was on fire and kissed Don again, deeply exploring his mouth. He moved across the room and leaned her against the cabin’s center post near the raging fire.
Don lowered her back down to the floor and held her naked flesh to his. She turned around to face the post and rubbed her ass against his groin, leaning forward to push it harder against him.
“You’re teasing me again, and that’s not fair!” Don said.
“Awwwwww, poor baby,” she laughed. “What are you going to do about it?”
Don reached over to the end table and grabbed a pair of handcuffs. He moved his hands up the length of her body, pulling her hands up around the post and locking them together. Stevie winced as he tightened the cuffs on her wrists but was incredibly aroused by Don’s dominance. Her own helplessness was an aphrodisiac.
Don had an empowered moment, and he reached over to grab his drink and stood staring at his sex slave. The ice danced in his Bacardi and Coke and a wicked thought occurred to him. He took a piece of ice in his mouth, stepped behind her and pulled the shirt up. He dipped his fingers into his drink caressed her back with his wet fingertips. Leaning forward, he began to kiss her back. As he did, he poked the ice cube out between his lips and drew it along her spine, making her jolt and laugh. Don smacked her on the ass, knowing she was his toy to play with. He laughed as he chewed the ice, and Stevie asked him to release her.
Ignoring her request, he took a long slender piece of ice from his glass and knelt behind her to draw his initials on her ass. While there, he saw a glimmer on her thigh. He brushed it with his finger, brought it to his mouth, and tasted her desire. He put another piece of ice in his mouth and brushed it along the flesh of her ass, causing Stevie to moan. The small trace of her pubic hair was the treasure he wanted and the ice cube was the key.
Her knees bent and she almost lost her balance when Don grabbed her feet and forced them wider. His nose smelt the fragrance of her pussy. The fullness of the engorged labia made them purse out as if begging for a kiss. Stevie’s moaning and straining from the confinement of her hands made it obvious this was driving her crazy. With his face buried in her backside, his mouth reached her pussy and he pushed the slender ice cube between Stevie’s pussy lips. The ice seemed to melt as it touched the deep fire within her inner soul. As he did it, she bent her body even further, making her sanctuary more accessible to his exploring. His mouth found its way and he licked the length of it, making her ache for him.