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Fantasee

By: blackdove55



I had known Fantasee for many years, in my imagination. I created her when I was twenty-one years old. Beautiful brown skin that felt like silk. Deep brown eyes that kissed your soul. A figure that would make Kim Kardashian jealous. I never thought that one day I would find her. 

My romantic relationships have been dysfunctional to say the least. Being a nice guy certainly had its benefits. There are drawbacks too. I've been hustled, abused physically and emotionally, cheated on, humiliated, disrespected and embarrassed. The one time I tried to be "bad" and cheated on my abusive girlfriend, she beat me and robbed me. Needless to say, I never saw her again.

My fantasy was on the bus. She was taking her three year old daughter, Dana, to school. She stepped to me first.

"Hey....HEY!" she screamed. I looked up from the library's copy of Fifty Shades of Grey. "How you doin'?"

"Good. How are you doing?"

"Whatchu readin'?"

"Fifty Shades of Grey."

"OOOOOOOO...you nasty!" We both laughed. Her daughter stared at us and smiled.

"I'm Sam."

"Fantasee."

"Excuse me?"

"Fantasee Crimson."

"What an interesting name for a beautiful woman," I mused. Her bright smile displayed thirty-two perfect teeth and genuine warmth. Right then, I knew I was in trouble. I had to have her. "Fantasee is an appropriate name for you," I continued.

"Let me guess. Because I am your fantasy made flesh right? You gotta come with something better than that," she teased.

"Actually, that is not what I was thinking. It's appropriate because you are truly the woman of my hopes and dreams." Fantasee's mouth dropped open and she suddenly became shy.

"Very nice, Sam..." she said sheepishly. 

"Shuffield. Sam Shuffield." Fantasee and Dana's stop was soon. 

"Mr. Shuffield, it was nice to meet you. Maybe I'll see you around sometime."

"I would like that. I ride the bus daily. You know where to find me," I offered. I watched as Fantasee and her daughter disembarked the bus and walked down the street.

The next morning, Fantasee was on the bus again. But there was a third member to her party. Her daughter's father (I assumed based on the resemblance) plopped down into the seat next to Fantasee and Dana. Both adults grimaced and said nothing. I waved and Fantasee responded with a swift nod of her head. The beautiful woman from yesterday transformed into a very unhappy mother who could not stand her daughter's father. All three got off the bus in silence and trudged toward Dana's school. 

I was convinced any chance of romance with Fantasee was over. Just seeing her on the bus would have kept me content. But it was three weeks before we saw each other again. On a beautiful summer day, I rode to work, reading as usual. A tap on the shoulder broke my deep concentration. 

"Hey there!" Fantasee looked incredible. She wore a pink Baby Phat tank top with matching shorts, a pink headband and fresh Jordans. "Can I take this seat?" she said, flashing her radiant smile. 

"The pleasure is all mine," was all I could say as I openly gawked at Fantasee. 

"I'll take that as a yes," and she took the seat. Her soft skin gently rubbed against mine as she made herself comfortable in the seat. Victoria's Secret body spray was strong enough to smell, but not overpowering. I finally came to my senses and spoke to my dream woman.

"You look very nice."

"Thank you... Professor," she said and flashed a mischievous grin. 

"How did you know I was a professor?" 

"I googled you. Gotta be careful who you're around these days. Especially if you are interested in going out with them." Huh? Was she flirting with me?

"You're a wise woman. What do you do for a living, Ms. Crimson?"

"I am a TA at Dana's school. She is with her daddy so he will drop her off this morning. In my enchantment with Fantasee, I didn't realize she was by herself.

"That must be convenient," was all I could muster, still in awe of Fantasee's beauty and intelligence. 

"Sam, I am a straight shooter. I think you are a very handsome, intelligent man and would like to get to know you better. Are you going to ask me out or do I need to wear a sign around my neck?" The look in her eyes was serious.

"Fantasee, I would really like to see you when we're not on the bus as well. But I live in Greensboro. Would you be willing to meet me at the college sometime?"

"Now we're talking. How about tonight?"

"OK. 6:00p.m. work for you?"

"I think that definitely works for me. Oh, my stop is coming up." Fantasee leaned across me from her aisle seat to request a stop. In the process, her hair gently grazed my cheek. It was as soft as cotton. She smiled and gently rubbed my thigh before leaving the bus. "See you tonight!" she said while leaving the bus.

At 5:45 p.m., I was eager to see Fantasee. But how would she find me on this large campus? I decided to stand in front of the main academic building. As I exited, Fantasee gracefully climbed the steps.

"Hey! I thought you might get lost."

"Don't doubt the skills, baby!" She glowed. Dressed in a yellow Donna Karan sundress, matching Manolo Blahnik pumps and a yellow headband, she truly was sunshine. The contrast between the yellow and her brown skin seemed to give her an aura as if she were glowing. "So where we goin'?

"Where do you want to go?"

"Let's walk over to Giovanni's on Highway 68."

"Can you walk that far in those pumps?"

"What did I say before? Don't doubt the skills!" She kept her word. Fantasee kept up with my brisk pace and didn't break a sweat in the evening sun.

"I am impressed," I said. We arrived and were seated immediately. The hostess commented that we were a good looking couple.

"Thank you!" Fantasee offered. She grabbed my hand as we followed the hostess to our table. Shock and happiness filled me simultaneously. How could one woman's simple touch almost bring me to my knees? 

We talked non-stop through our meal. We debated politics, shared our religious views, talked about our pasts, and much more. Then the conversation got really interesting.

"So what do you look for in a woman?' Fantasee asked.

"I really like honesty, intelligence, kindness and beauty." I decided to be frank, as she was with me on the bus. "Physically, I like a woman who exercises, takes care of herself and has meat on her bones. Sexually, she must be open minded and have a strong sex drive. For the record, my definition of beauty is a little different. Beauty for me is not just physical, but physical and internal. True beauty is found on the inside and by your behaviors." Fantasee was not annoyed or intimidated by my bluntness. She stared at me with a raised eyebrow and responded. 

"I will answer the same question I asked you. I, too, like honesty and admire intelligence. Physically I like tall, muscular, dark-skinned black men like yourself. A big dick doesn't hurt either. Sexually, I like creativity and peak physical performance. In my opinion, beauty is in the eye of the beholder." She moved her chair over until it was literally touching mine. She looked into my eyes and slid her hand into my lap, and then between my legs. She gently squeezed my erection and smiled. "Sam, I wanna fuck you. Not make love. Fuck. Like animals." She gently stroked me through my pants under the table. "Do you think you can handle me?"

"I certainly would like to give it my best shot." I returned the favor by sliding my hand underneath her sundress and rubbed her thigh until I reached her sex. I used my middle finger to brush her clit and feel the moisture that soaked the front of her thin panties. She closed her eyes and let out a sigh as I circled her clit rhythmically.

"Where do you live in High Point?"

"South Main, near Archdale."

"We are closer to my place from here." 

"And you live on...?"

"West Market Street, not far from College Road."

"I'll call the cab while you pay for dinner." She smiled and walked outside to use the phone. She intentionally rubbed her round behind against my arm as she left the table. I knew I was in love. The cab arrived five minutes later. I tortured myself and kept my hands off Fantasee. But Fantasee happily touched and teased me. She laid her head on my lap and rubbed her cheek against the throbbing bulge.

"Mmmmmm, I feel your heat." My response was a lustful stare. "It seems you have what I need," and lightly ran her teeth against my cock. 

"Be careful. That's a delicate instrument."

"And I will be extremely gentle....for now." We arrived at my place. I was glad I had cleaned up the night before. 

"After you," I said politely. She thanked me and her hips swung back and forth as she walked in. Fantasee looked around the living room and admired the prints by Jean-Michel Basquiat, Romare Bearden and Ernie Barnes. 

"Very nice. Are you a fan of Andy Warhol as well?"

"Not so much. But your breadth of knowledge impresses me."

"I haven't begun to impress you yet." Her eyes blazed with desire. She slipped her arms around my waist, squeezed my behind and firmly pressed her body to mine. "It's time, Mr. Shuffield. Your dream is about to come...true." She and I both smiled at her double entendre. She gently placed her full lips against mine and it was absolute heaven! I savored the feeling and wanted to kiss her for eternity. I caressed her silky skin as she continued to grind against me.

"Sit down. I want to strip for you." She pushed me to sofa. She took off her headband and playfully whipped her head back and forth. While staring directly into my eyes, she lifted the bottom of her sundress and turned around to show off her toned legs and perfect ass. She looked like the inspiration for the term "apple bottom." The yellow thong made her ass look even sexier. She sensually removed the dress and threw it to the floor. With her pumps still on, she turned and faced me as her arms covered her ample breasts. She glided directly in front of me and dramatically stretched her arms out to the side. Her mounds stood gloriously, topped with erect brown nipples. Fantasee looked like a freaky Egyptian Goddess. 

I grabbed Fantasee. Her sex was in perfect alignment with my mouth. I gazed at her with salacious intentions. I rubbed her legs from ankle to hip and lightly massaged her butt and thighs. But I was too excited to be methodical. I pulled her thong to the side and plunged my tongue into her vagina. I worked my way up to her clitoris and made my tongue work in circles, then fast, light strokes. She pushed my head deeper between her legs and put her left leg over my shoulder to allow better access to her love. Spontaneously, Fantasee put her right leg over my other shoulder so that her ass was in the air as I continued to lick her. I grabbed her, supported her back and turned us around so that she was on the couch now. My cunnilingus session was not interrupted once during the transition. 

I worked two fingers into her vagina and moved them slowly in and out. I pushed deeper and massaged her G-spot while I continued to lick and suck her clitoris like it was a lollipop. Her juices flowed down my arm and the contractions in her vagina grew more intense on my fingers. I moved in and out faster and forced my tongue to work as fast as it could. I sucked her clit like a Hoover as I used the tip of my tongue and teased the head. That took Fantasee over the edge. 

"AAAHHH!!" she loudly moaned. Her legs shook and her hips shot up off the couch. I kissed up her stomach and took her chocolate drops into my mouth. I caressed her breasts and hungrily licked the nipples. Fantasee grabbed my face and kissed me hard. PARADISE! She hurriedly unbuttoned my shirt and placed butterfly kisses on my chest. She rubbed and squeezed my nipples with her soft hands. She moved down my stomach, unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants and boxers in one smooth motion.

"You're gonna like this. And by the way, payback is a bitch." Fantasee's eyes lit up with mischief as she gave her beautiful smile. She wrapped her soft lips around my engorged penis. Her tongue swirled around the head while she steadily worked her hands and mouth on my shaft. I felt the pressure of a huge explosion. She must have too because she stopped and allowed me to calm down. "Let's see how you feel on the inside." My dream pushed me on to the couch (again!) and took off her thong. She athletically straddled me with both feet on the couch. She lowered herself down on my pole. GOD! She felt incredible. She worked her hips up and down and leaned down to kiss me passionately. I met her gyrations with my own thrusts and the intensity or our connection increased exponentially. I stood up with Fantasy still on top of me and pressed her back against the nearest wall. We moved together hard, her buttocks bouncing off the wall with each stroke.

"I'm gonna come! Give it to me baby!" she panted. Her arousal turned me on even more. I worked my hips like pistons and felt the increasing tightness of her vagina on my manhood. She exploded once again, creaming all over my cock. I pulled out and Fantasee reached down and stroked me to orgasm. We stood still as she still was holding on to me like a koala holds onto a parent. She laid her head on my shoulder. I carried her to bed.

"I think I could love you, Ms. Crimson."

"One step at a time, Sam. Let's just rest and enjoy each other." We spooned and fell asleep.

When I woke, I found myself alone. Fantasee left a note, and my broken heart. 

"Sam, you are a wonderful man and exceptional lover. I will miss you and always remember our night together. You are very special to me. But I need a fresh start. I am headed to NY."

WTF?!! Fantasee, my dream woman, the "one" is leaving? Why didn't she tell me sooner? Did she think I would run away if I knew? Why did I fall for her so hard, so fast? Nonetheless, I found and made love to my Fantasee. She will always be with me, in my heart.

Fantasi: My Non-Existant Neighbor



Alone, single, and without sex does things to a girl's imagination. I've watched my neighbors, looking for someone close to my age, someone attractive, someone I could see myself in bed with, but so far no one's caught my eye. But of course, the brain is our body's most powerful organ, right? And so I thought about what kind of neighbor I'd like to have.

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The mailboxes in the neighborhood of townhouses that I lived in is one of those multi-mailbox ones, where every six houses or so, there are two metal stands that house the small cubicle boxes. I'm getting the mail and one of my neighbors is just pushing the key into the lock on his box. It's a man, nice looking, nearing six feet with brown hair and matching eyes. He's dressed in a gray T-shirt, basketball shorts, and black flip-flops, and I admire the fitness of his body. He doesn't look too much older than my twenty-three years.

He glances at me and gives me a left-cheek-dimpled smile. I give my own shy smile as we exchanged the customary polite hellos. I slowly tuck my mail into the palm of my hand, the newspaper and coupons wrapped around the envelopes, and I'm about to turn away when I feel a light touch on my arm.

"Huh?" I say, turning to find him looking at me.

"Do you know which mailbox this belongs to?" he asks, holding out the latest issue of Ms. Magazine. I glance at the white address label pasted onto it and I realize that it's mine.

"Oh, sorry about that," I say, "This is mine."

Again the dimpled smile that warms my freckled cheeks and makes things stir in my lower stomach. "Hey, not your fault," he said. He closes the door of his mailbox and for some reason I linger for a few seconds, fiddling with my keys. "That's a good magazine," my neighbor says. "My sister works there."

"Really?" I ask, half impressed and half wondering if he was just blowing smoke to start a conversation. "I've been reading it for a while. There are so many interesting articles about the issues that women face in the business world."

We start chatting about the magazine and related issues, just standing there by the mailbox, our conversation drifting from magazines to women's issues to the movie Netflix movie he has in his hand. We only stop when a car drives away and my neighbor rakes a hand, a very nice hand I observed, through his hair. "Wow, why haven't we met before?" he said. "We live, like what, right across from each other?"

I can't think of any words to say so instead I just give a nervous giggled and look down at my mail. "I dunno," I finally mutter quite lamely.

"Hey, do you want to come over and watch the movie?" he asks, holding up his rented DVD.

I kind of stare at him because no one's ever asked me over like that. "I don't mean to be creepy or anything, I just thought, you know, you might want to watch it ... and, maybe share a big bowl of popcorn?" ((Yes, I know this sounds horribly mushy and probably unrealistic but I'm a freaking romantic)) 

With my heart racing, I say, "Sure, that sounds great, just let me put my mail away." 

He says, "Which house are you in?" 

I start walking and he follows me and I say stupidly as we reach my house, "This one." I go in and put the mail in, lock up, and off to his place a couple of houses down and across the street from mine.

His house is structurally the same as mine, but more masculinity decorated. I follow him into the kitchen and we keep on talking as he gets out the popcorn. He asks me if I drink and I tell him, "No." He says if his guest doesn't drink then he won't and he takes out a couple of 20oz of Diet Pepsi and puts the popcorn in the microwave. We chat a little more as we wait for the popcorn to pop, getting to know a little bit more about each other. When the foods done, we head back into his amazing living room and I plop down on the couch while he puts in the movie and we start watching it.

(Fast forward some) There were some risqué parts in the movie and I can't help but react a little since I'd been (a) celibate for a while and (b) I'm just like that. I'm shifting a little, trying to make myself a little more comfortable while trying not to stimulate myself even more. I steal a glance over at my neighbor and I notice that he's in a similar predicament as I'm in. There's an obvious tent in his shorts which he's trying to hide with a pillow. I'm licking my lips, entranced by the tent, when he catches me looking. He blushes and I blush and look away, very embarrassed.

I apologize professedly as he does and we both jump up to our feet, upsetting the bowl of popcorn and sending the popcorn all over the place, which makes us both apologize even more. In the confusion he topples over, I reach out to try and help him only ending up falling with him. We both end up on the floor, head to head, chest to chest, hip to hip, with legs entangled. Very awkward. I can definitely feel his erection, which to his utter embarrassment, is getting harder against my belly. We have a moment, you know, one of those moments when both parties realize not only the opportunity but they realize that the opportunity is inevitable.

His arms wrap around me and we're kissing, hungry, yummy kisses with the delicious biting of lower lips and those primal growls. His hands move up and down my back as he gets one leg nicely wedged between mine and his thigh presses up hard against my already wet pussy. I moan a little against his mouth and he presses his leg up again and I give a louder moan. He seems happy about as his hands slip up my shirt and he discovers my sports bra. "Sexy," he manages between kisses. He maneuvers our legs so his are between mine then he manages to sit up, he wraps my own legs about his waist and I latch my ankles at his back, and he gets up. I'm still kissing him madly, not even really caring where we're going. 

My neighbor takes me up the stairs where I know there are three rooms. He takes me into the master bedroom and lays me out on the bed. It's big and spacious with emerald green covers and pillows and he leans over me, pinning me down with his body as his hands slide up and down my sides and up my T-shirt. His fingers brush over the sides of my breasts and I give a small little shudder and a whimper escapes my lips. He chuckles a little, kissing over my cheek, down along the side of my throat. My own hands sneak under his shirt and I lightly scrape my nails over his skin. He gives a small growl and pulls away. At first, I think that I turned him off until he strips off his shirt, hauls me up to pull off my own shirt. He unceremoniously grabs my shorts and pulls them down my legs leaving me in my red spaghetti strap sports bra and bright pink underwear. He loses his own shorts and reveals the blue briefs underneath.

He's on top of me again, kissing me, his hands exploring my skin. I wrap my legs around his waist, arching my hips up against his to rub myself against his very hard cock. He groans a little, his fingers digging into my flesh. We roll around on the bed. He wrestles me out of my sports bra and he fills his hands with my breasts, plays with my nipples till they're hard before taking one into his mouth to suck until I was whimpering even more. During all this, we lost the remainder of our clothing. He looked very nice with no clothing on. His body wasn't exactly ripped but I didn't really like those kinds of bodies in the first place, and his cock was nice, too. I played with him, stroking the shaft and playing with the head as he fumbled around in his night table for protection. He finally came up successfully with a condom which he slipped on.

Since we both seemed to agree with the man on top missionary position, he slid into my more than ready body. My nails dug into his shoulders as went all the way in with one stroke and my legs clamp around his waist as he starts to fuck me. He goes slow at first, letting us both savor the moment for a bit before he props himself up on his elbows so he can look down at me. My face is warm and flush, my lips parted, and my eyes are a bit glassy as I gaze up at him. It feels so good with him inside of me, filling that empty void that fingers and toys can't quite seem to fill. He kisses me, hard, his tongue slipping into my mouth.

But being me and knowing what I wanted, I whisper one word, "Harder." He looks at me for a few seconds before he thrusts into me harder. I bend my legs up higher so he can go deeper. I grunt a little each time his body slams into me. I can hear the wet slap of his body against mine, feel the juices getting us both soaked, and I can feel the head of his cock bumping against my cervix. Even in the exhilaration of sex, I wonder what else I could get him do that I liked. I move one hand over my head and wiggle it under one of his hands. He catches on quickly and soon I'm totally pinned down, not just by his body but also by his hands, which are now clamped around my wrists. He pushes himself up now on his hands and fucks me harder. My eyes close, rolling into the back of my head.

I'm nearly screaming in pleasure now, my hands spasming into fists, toes curling, and my body is covered in sweat, his and mine. Our eyes meet and I can tell by his almost desperate look in his eyes that he's close, very close. I squirm under him, thrusting my hips up against his, my heels digging into the mattress. He tilts his hips a bit so that his cock head slides over my G-spot. I feel my own orgasm start to snake through my body. He cums first, his body tightening above mine and I can feel his cum pulsing up along the shaft of his cock to fill up the end of the condom. That's about what does it for me and I cum, my muscles spasming and I give a loud shriek and tears squeeze out of my eyes ((I'm a crier during sex)).

When we've both caught our breath, we disentangle ourselves from one another and lay on our backs to stare up at the ceiling. This is a start of a beautiful relationship.



Fantasia



It was a dark, stormy evening. The wind was howling outside with such force, you would think that it was trying to tare the whole house apart. I sat, as I usually did, at my desk typing away at what I hoped to be my next break-threw song. The words just didn't seem to be flowing as usual tonight. Something just didn't seem right. I couldn't keep my mind glued on my work, it kept drifting in and out of memories of the past week... 

He was very handsome, very handsome indeed. I couldn't keep my eyes off of him the first time I met him, and the way he kissed, O GOD the way he kissed. It sent chills down my spine and made my whole pussy ach for more. I could feel myself getting wet with that one kiss, and as his hand moved lower onto my stomach, I could fell myself tense up. Everything was going so great. I hadn't felt this wonderful in such a long, long time. 

The way his hands moved over my body, to the way his lips pressed against mine. Everything made me go wild. Thoughts of us doing this all night, and even getting more into it, ran threw my mind like a rabbit from a fox. I couldn't keep my mind clean, it kept getting soo dirty. The thoughts of us making love for hours upon hours just drifted threw my mind. He reached down and placed his hand between my legs and could feel how wet I was. I was screaming inside for him to go deeper, to put something in me, to rub me, something! Just let my body's juices run... 

"Ding, Ding, Ding," I was interrupted by the sounds of the clock on the wall. Damn, 12:00 already, I'll never get this done on time is all I could think about. Oh, what I'd give to go see him right about now, to feel his hands on my body, running threw every crevice I had. Feeling his hard, enlarged cock rubbing up against my leg, and between them. Those feelings I wanted to feel soo horribly bad. I can't stand it. I, had to call, I had to hear his voice, just something. Something to tell me that what I experienced the other night, that it wasn't a dream, or just some fantasy playing threw my head, that it was real.. as real as the rain falling outside my window... 

His hand moved slowly over my body, stroking it softly.. with the lightest touch. Everything was going so well, just so well. *ring* the phone, damnit why did the phone have to ring. He gets up slowly, and goes to answer it. The only thing that could spoil this moment. His girlfriend on the other line. I sink down into his bed. I watch as he talks to her, making faces at me while he dances around the room. He can't sit still. He doesn't want to be on there, he wants to be here, with me. I turn towards the wall. A few moments later, I feel his finger tips running over my bare shoulder. 

It sends those wonderful chills threw my body once again. I can't wait for him to get off the phone, he makes a face at me, and I look down to notice how incredibly hard his cock is. I grab at it, and softly squeeze when it's in my hand. The look on his face is speechless. He wants to really get off the phone in a hurry now. I can tell by the expression on his face, and the color in his cheeks. A few moments later, he tells her goodbye. I heard the words I wish I wouldn't of heard, "I love you too." It's such a turn off, knowing he can't really be mine, but that for this night, this moment in time, I can have him. All of him. He creeps over to the bed and joins me. I smile at him softly and we start to kiss again. He tells me things like "your so beautiful" and "I love you" it's nice to hear that for once. Rather the what I normally hear. 

I just can't get what he said out of my mind. With me, laying there, on his bed, waiting for him to come and take me, he tells her "I love you" those words echo threw my head. All I can think about, then I realize, I can't do this. I quietly set up and get out of his bed. He looks at me confused. Bewildered about why I stopped, why I took to my feet. I try to explain to him, best I can "WHY" I can't do this. Although physically capable, my mind ate at me like a dog on a bone. I try to tell him, how I feel soo horrible, as if "I'm" the one cheating. He doesn't seem to understand. I lay down over his feet, he says its ok, they were cold anyways. I look up at him threw the hole between his legs and he smiles. How can I say no to those gorgeous eyes? How can I let myself say no to this chance... 

A bolt of lighting sends me back into my thoughts. I need to get some fresh air or I'm never going to get this done. Calling him would be a waste of time. I need to move, to be out. Even in this storm, it's better then being cooped up in this small room. I grabbed my jacket off the hanger, and put it on, then I grabbed my keys. I'll drive. It's to dangerous to be out walking in this. Just driving may keep my mind off this. I get into my car , and look down in the passenger set. There, laying on it's side, is a small box. I'd meant to of giving it to him that night, but I didn't. Things just didn't go how I wished for them to. So I kept it in my car. I opened it, and looked at the small pendent. Such craftsman ship to make such a small thing. It worried me to know I hadn't taken it back, or thrown it out. Why can't I just give in to my brain, and stop trying to think with my heart? I pull out of my drive way, and make my way threw the town. I don't know exactly where I'm going, just. driving. I see the sign for the exit I take to get to him. God I remember just the other night taking this road... it was just so wonderful.. 

I looked up at him, at his cute smile, and thought to myself. What's wrong with a little pleasuring. I mean, I'm single. I start to talk to him about why I can't have sex with him. I unbutton his pants as we talk, and slid his pants off. I look down at his black boxers and smile. God what I'd do to be able to make love to him. Nothing would please me more this night then to do this. I smiled and pulled down his boxers, revealing his now hard cock. I smile to myself while he's talking and in the middle of him explaining to me why he can't, I slide the head of his cock into my mouth. I could hear his eyes roll back into his head when I slid it back out. This was what I called fun. I took it back into my mouth sliding it in, all the way till it hit the back of my throat and then, down into my throat. 

I could hear his moans of enjoyment. I was so hot and wet. This got me going even more. I started to move a little faster. He moved my hair out of his way so he could view as his dick went into my mouth and dissapeared, then reapeared just as quickly. I could hear him getting close and all of a sudden he tells me to slow down. I look at the time, damnit. It's already 11. I was sappost to of been back at 12. It's a 45 minute drive. I can wait a few more minutes. Then I relize, if I wait, he might talk me into making love. God how i'd love it. I just can't. I tell him I'm going. He tells me I'm not. Saying that I couldn't do that to him, that I had to finish. I climb on top of him and straddle his waist. I Smile down at him softly, and try to explain, he's so set on me staying and finishing it. I can't look him in the eye. I can't stay. I look at him, he tells me if I'm going to go, then to go, befor he changed his mind. The look on his face sent pain to my heart. How could I be doing this. I know it's not right. I should be there, making love with him, not arguing over if I was going to finish giving him head or not. I don't know what to do. I have one shoe off, and one on. I walk over to him, with my pants half way unbuttoned, then slide them half way down reviling my panties. I ask him if he likes the frogs on them, and he smiles and says yes. Then he askes me why I'm doing this to him, teasing him in such a mannor. He gets up and comes over to me, pressing his cock up against my leg. God I wish I could feel that in me right now.. He slides my pants down right below my crotch and I help him with them the rest of the way. I take them off then slip back under the covers of the bed he comes after me. He places himself on top, and kisses my lips. He then moves down to my stomach and kisses it softly. He keeps moving downward and then I feel his fingers on my clit. Oh how long i've waited this night to feel that. To feel some part of him on them. With my panties still on, he started to finger me slowly, rubbing my clit and then running his finger in my hole. God the sensations I was feeling they were unbeleavable! Then, without removing my panties, he started to eat me out. That did it, I thought I was going to die if I didn't have his hard cock in me, right then, right there. I told him, that I wanted to do it. I wanted to make love with him. He was astonished. He got up and turned the lights off then came back and got ontop of me and kissed me. God I wanted him soo bad. I asked him about a condom, he gets up to go look, and comes back empty handed. This literally upset me beyond anything. I had wanted him so bad I could feel him in me, but without protection, I couldn't risk it. I couldn't risk having a child for an hour of pleasure. I tried to tell him, but he kept pressuring me, and trying to get me to go with it. SLiding his dick up against my pussy, until finally I couldn't stand it. I told him that if he wanted to, we'd better do it befor I changed my mind. I knew it was the wrong desision, but yet, it was right. He slipped my panties off softly and then told me to hold his dick. I sat and ran my hands over it, up and down as if giving him a hand job. Then I stuck it over my clit and rubbed it there for a few moments. He slowly started to stick it in me. When he was in, he started going in and out. I couldn't of wished for anyting more. The feelings were amazing! I started to moan and he did as well, I wanted to just wrap my legs around him and pull him in as deep as I could get him, just a few more inches, god, anything to have him all up against my body and inside of me.. 

The buzzing of a car flying by me broke my thoughts again. I noticed I was heading towards his place. I was almost there. How time flies when your having fun. These thoughts were driving me up a wall. I couldn't believe I was doing this. I was going to see him, and then what? Ask him to forgive me? Ask him if we can start over? I couldn't do that. I'd be the weak one. I couldn't let myself seem like that. If only we had kept going.. if only.. 

He told me to slow down. I looked up at him. He tells me there's something wrong, that he couldn't do this. Inside I was screaming no, I wanted him to keep going I wanted him to go all the way, but my brain was yelling YES!! THANK YOU! I knew it was wrong. He got up, and grabbed his pants and told me I had to go. I was in shock. I laid own on the bed and buried my face in the pillow. He came over and sat next to me and plaid with my hair. Saying he couldn't do it. I got up, got dressed and agreed. He agreed to walk me to my car. He stopped at the door and placed his head against the wall and told me how we could behaving the best sex of our lives right about now. Then he slowly lead the way to my car. We walked to it, and I got in. Another car was near by so he didn't want to give me a kiss, afraid they knew him, and his girlfriend. I backed up and started to leave. I ran my car up beside him and stopped he reached in and kissed me long and hard, very very nice. I smiled and left.. 

I looked up to see I was parked right where I was last time. I couldn't believe it. He wasn't expecting me and in this poring rain, he was probably sleeping. I got out of my car slowly, and walked towards the building. He was on the 6th floor so I had 3 floors to walk up before I could change my mind. I thought to myself what I'd say or do when I saw him. I slowly walked up the stairs. 4th Floor. Two more flights. Images of what happened last time went threw my mind. What I'd do or could do to make him see things how I did. 5th floor. One more flight. I walked a little faster, thinking that maybe he was there waiting on me, that we had been on the same brain wave. 6th floor. This was it. Now or never. I stepped in threw the door, and turned to my right. 

I went through the second door and there to my right, was his door. I didn't know what to do. I looked down at what I had on. Nothing too sexy until I noticed I had gone out of the house in a rain slicker and a white teddy. How could I of done that. I knocked on his door. I heard shuffling and then, he answered it. Before I could say anything he ran his hand to the back of my head and started to kiss me. He swung me around and backed me into his room first while he closed the door behind him. Kissing me the whole time, then he locked the door. He led me to his bed, and down upon it. He got on top of me, kissing me passionately, so much I could feel the want in his lips. I kissed him back with as much or more passion in mine. He stopped kissing me and smiled. That's all he had to do. He removed his shirt and helped me remove my slicker. I thought his eyes were going to fall out of his head when he saw what was on underneath. 

He started kissing me again, running his hands over my body, threw my hair, over my breasts and onto my ass. I couldn't help but let out a moan. He got back on top of me, and kissed my neck, then onto my breasts threw my teddy. He kissed down my stomach and onto my pussy. I could feel the heat from his breath. It was making me even more wet then I was when I first got there. He pulled my panties off, and started to eat me out. Fully this time. I'd never felt such feelings before.

I spread my legs wide apart, trying to get him to go in as far as his tongue could go. I placed my hand upon his head lightly and he stopped, smiled and kissed me. He was going to tease me, I could tell. I smiled and kissed him. He kissed me back and stuck one of his fingers deep inside my throbbing pussy. I couldn't help it anymore, and I was moaning even louder then before this time. I could feel him going faster and faster, I could feel myself wanting to give into having my orgasm. I couldn't bring myself to do it though. It hadn't been long enough. I tried to tighten my legs around his hand and once again he stopped. I knew the game he was playing. He got up and kissed me again, but this time, he placed his now very enlarged cock inside the lips of my pussy. 

He was teasing the fuck out of me now. I could tell he wanted it as much as I did. I spread my legs wide trying to get him to go in, but he kept just teasing my clit. Finally, he stuck his cock into my wet, hot, throbbing pussy. I wanted to scream. It felt soo good. I could feel him going faster with his motions, and I started to go with him, faster and faster. I started to moan louder as did he. I could feel myself getting even more wet, and him even more enlarged. I felt myself close an orgasm and he kept up the speed he was at, just enough that I wouldn't orgasm. 

He wanted to save it. Torture me. My muscles tightened around his cock and my legs went around him. He started going faster now, he knew I was ready, and so was he. We were moving faster now, feeling each other's sweat, and wetness. I could feel how hot he was inside of me. It was soo amazing. Finally, I felt myself orgasm. I let out such a moan, but he kept going. He hadn't came yet. After a few minutes I felt myself close to another, and as he finally came, I had my second orgasm. He fell on top of me, and I just lay there, breathing hard, neither one of us saying a word to the other, just trying to catch our breath.

Finally, he looked at me with those bright blue eyes and tells me that he'd never lasted that long with a girl before. That usually the girl was out and he came shortly after. I smiled and told him, "I told you it takes more then the usual to make me cum..."



Fantasia



Being a firm believer in fate, destiny and the powers that be, a recent experience of mine came as absolutely no surprise. For weeks my dreams were being invaded by a tall, charismatic stranger with light, wind blown hair. Who knows better than I that an experience such as this cannot be forced? It must be allowed to evolve naturally, and so it did. 

Eventually I simply had to close my eyes and he would be there, waiting for me. He almost seemed to develop phantom like qualities in my fantasies. His eyes, his hair, his bone structure, all stunningly clear to me, but alas - I could bring no other qualities into focus. 

I was growing somewhat bored with my social life at the time and I was craving excitement. This, of course, manifested itself in my thoughts and my dreams. I felt that it was time for me to spice up my life somehow, and do something just a little out of character.

I devoted much time to reminiscing old adventures I had participated in during my wilder years, as this mysterious stranger continued to flash before my eyes and gain control of my thoughts. I contemplated many things that I had always wanted to do, but never quite got around to doing. Being rather sensual in nature, and quite in touch with my body, I had often entertained the idea of having a tattoo of some kind. Something that would express my personality and actually communicate some part of myself to the remainder of the world – the true meaning of which would be known only to me. 

I was actually quite excited by the entire notion and decided that was what I was going to do. I set about thumbing through the yellow pages to find just the right parlor to visit. There was really no need for this however, as I already knew where I was going to go. There was only one in my area that I knew of, and for some unknown reason, I had always felt compelled to gaze upon it each time I passed by. I wondered what it was about that one in particular I found so fascinating. What lay in store for me behind those doors?

Being rather naïve in matters such as these, I decided to call and make an appointment. I located the number and proceeded to do just that. A very distinctive male voice answered. My heart skipped a beat and my pulse quickened. It was him. I could feel it. In the very depths of my soul I knew it was him. Somehow I managed to reserve an appointment as images of this man and his immediate surroundings flashed before my mind’s eye. Again, those eyes, that hair, even the counter that he sat beside and the curtains beside him. I could visualize everything. I would carry through with my plans that very week. I grew increasingly anxious with each passing day.

Eventually the fated day arrived. There would be no turning back for me now. Finding myself standing before those mysterious doors later that evening, I struggled to maintain my composure. Taking a deep breath I entered and proceeded to descend the spiraling staircase. It was all quite surreal now that I am remembering it in detail. The room itself was quite large with three smaller cubicle type rooms just off of each corner, all three of which were surrounded with curtains. Oddly enough, I had seen those curtains somewhere before… 

The smell of smoke and the sound of music playing softly in the background were the first to filter through to my bombarded senses. Then there were the pictures – the pictures clinging to every available piece of wall space. I found myself drawn, of course, to one particular section of wild cats, and I stood there just gazing at them for what seemed like hours. I knew he was there. I could feel the sheer force of his presence. I could feel his eyes on my body. And yet, I was not ready to turn towards him. I wished to prolong the mystery and the intrigue for just a little while longer. The anticipation – so sweet – the realization of which would be so much sweeter.

The lights began to grow dim and the smoke surrounding me seemed to thicken, leaving me somewhat dazed and disoriented. He was making his way across the room towards me. I turned to greet him and a small gasp caught in my throat as my eyes rested upon his strong young body. A flash of recognition as I gazed into those inquisitive green eyes, but only for a moment, long enough to leave me shaken, my composure a thing of the past. 

I felt myself closing the remaining gap between us, instinctively reaching for the strong lines of his jaw, pulling his parted lips down to meet mine. Our tongues entwined as we explored each and every crevice of our sensuous mouths and scorching lips. I felt the stirrings of desire spreading throughout my loins as I surrendered to my passion and pressed my aching body tightly against his. Victory had never been so sweet. I could feel him responding through the layers of our clothing. 

Vaguely I remember him locking the doors and leading me to a small table in the corner. Ever so slowly, as if in slow motion, we began to eliminate the restrictive barriers of our clothing. Article by article of clothing was tossed to one side. Hands moved feverishly to explore every inch of fiery flesh as it was exposed. Moist lips found their way to all those forbidden places. Upon stripping away my now very damp panties, I felt his skilled hands slowly make their way down to my thighs. Holding me in this fashion he lifted my body and placed me on the table. My breathing was now quite ragged. Every nerve ending in my body was screaming for mercy. 

“Look at me,” he whispered hotly, “I want you to look at me.” Tilting my head back so that I could gaze into those intense green eyes, he began a painstakingly erotic exploration of my exposed body. Forcing me to look into those eyes only served to heighten my desire. Placing the outstretched palms of his hands against my engorged nipples, he began tracing small concentric circles ever so lightly around and around my breasts until my nipples grew puckered and taught. 

Breaking away from the heat of our gaze, he bent his head to taste one, then the other with his burning lips. I heard myself whimper. My fingers entwined themselves in his tousled hair, pulling him that much closer to my writhing body. Shock waves raced from my breasts to my lower abdomen; my pelvis rocked slowly back and forth; my throbbing pussy ached to be caressed. 

“Please,” I begged “Oh Please..”

Reluctantly releasing my swollen nipples from his lips, he began kissing his way down my belly, while his hands simultaneously blazed a trail of liquid fire down my sensitive rib cage to rest on my quivering buttocks. Pulling me to the very edge of the table, he shifted his hands to my inner thighs and spread my trembling legs apart. 

Dropping to his knees before me, he maneuvered my legs to rest over his broad shoulders, allowing his face to gently graze the soft folds of my labia. “Oh God,” I groaned. I remember thinking that I couldn’t take much more of this teasing – an art that he had mastered quite effectively I might add. 

Prying open the delicate inner lips of my pussy he slipped first one, then another of his long, tapered fingers deep inside of me and I could feel him seeking out my Gspot. My eyes squeezed shut just as he found it, and my head fell back as I was racked with waves of intense heat and pleasure. I gripped the back of his head with my shaking hands and pulled his lips to the very center of my being. His tongue was lapping at my sweet nectar; his lips were gently sucking my throbbing clitoris; his fingers were moving swiftly inside of me. 

I could feel my orgasm beginning to build. My pelvis is now bucking wildly against his hand. I am moaning, groaning in total and utter abandon. I cum for him violently. He removes his dripping fingers only to replace them with his eager tongue. Placing his hands behind my squirming hips he pulls my pussy tighter against his face so as not to miss a single drop of my flowing juices. Slowly raising himself up to stand before me once again, he smoothes back the dampened hair from my face and proceeds to plant sensuous kisses on my forehead, my eyes, my cheeks, my lips. “I want you,” I choked in a strangled whisper, “I want you now.”

Clasping our hands together we tumble to the floor. Aggressively I force him to lie on his back. Slowly inching my way up his heaving body my lips find his beckoning testicles. Hungrily I take them into my mouth, one after the other, until I can feel his hands entwining themselves in my hair, pulling me away. Reluctantly I release them and take his beautiful cock inside of my mouth. Gradually I will the muscles of my throat to relax so that I may take all of him. I can hear his soft groans as I move my slippery tongue up and down the length of his shaft.

I can stand no more of this exaggerated foreplay. Pulling my mouth away I inch my pelvis into position. Bracing my hands against his powerful chest, I lower my throbbing pussy down to meet his glistening cock head. Gripping my hips in his hands he penetrates me in one swift motion. I hear myself scream. My cunt is being stretched to the limit and I am filled to overflowing. My head whips back and I ride this beautiful man furiously. With one powerful thrust of his torso he shoots his creamy load deep inside of me. We collapse together, two exhausted bodies shiny with perspiration. My head falls to rest against his chest and his arms cradle me passionately, lovingly and protectively.

The lights seem to return to their normal level and I find myself, once again, standing before that breathtaking display of ferocious jungle cats. Turning to greet him, a small gasp catches in my throat as my eyes rest upon his strong young body. A flash of recognition as I gaze into those inquisitive eyes, but only for a moment, long enough to leave me shaken, my composure a thing of the past. 

“Hi,” I whispered, “My name is Rochelle. I believe I have an appointment?” 



Fantasia 42



The names and characters are purely fiction. Any similarities to actual persons are strictly coincidental.

The Feinbergs and the Summers had been neighbors for a dozen years. The Feinbergs had moved north from Savannah because of Mr. Feinberg's job. The Summers were a few years older, and the youngest of their two sons, Jeff, was five years older than the Feinberg's only son. Jeff enjoyed listening to Rebecca Feinberg's southern drawl even before he discovered his physical attraction to her. None of the other moms on the block talked as pretty as Mrs. Feinberg. 

From Jeff's early teen years, he had a crush on the attractive Rebecca Feinberg. He went out of his way to endear himself to Mrs. Feinberg. One time, he shoveled snow from the Feinberg's driveway, free of charge, before Mr. Feinberg came from work. To thank him, Rebecca invited him in for a mug of hot cocoa. During the ensuing conversation, Rebecca realized that Jeff was much more mature than most boys his age. Over a mug of cocoa, Jeff and Rebecca became friends.

By his nineteenth birthday, Jeff stood 6'4" and had a lean, muscular body. He had intelligent, mischevious blue eyes, short brown hair, and a warm smile. Several girls around Jeff's age had eagerly had sex with Jeff, but Jeff was seeing only a girl named Diane steadily. Jeff had strong feelings for Diane, but still sometimes stroked his eight-and-a-half-inch woody to thoughts of Mrs. Feinberg.

At age 42, Rebecca Feinberg still turned men's heads. Her brown eyes were beautiful and alluring. She wore her dark brown hair in a straight, relaxed style which reached to just past her shoulders. Because she worked out regularly, Rebecca possessed a figure that many women fifteen years younger wished they had. Her slim waist accentuated her 34C breasts. She liked to show off her shapely legs in short skirts and short-shorts. From what Jeff could see, even concealed by her tight jeans, Rebecca's ass was firm and perfectly shaped.

Rebecca's husband, a business administrator, had become fat, balding, and neglectful. He assumed that because he provided well financially, he could take her for granted. He was wrong.

Jeff had finished his second semester of college, but wasn't scheduled to begin his Summer job for another two weeks. He was enjoying just doing what he pleased. It turned out to be another warm, sunny day, so after lunch, Jeff went out to his freshly mowed backyard wearing only a pair of gym shorts. He performed some warm-up stretches, before practicing some karate katas. Their backyard was relatively private and Jeff didn't know he had an audience.

He had just finished the third kata, when he heard a woman's voice call to him.

"That was really great!"

Jeff stopped and looked to his right. Standing at some bushes which separated their yards was Rebecca, smiling at him.

Jeff returned the smile and called, "Thanks."

"Hey, can I ask you a question?" Rebecca motioned for him to come over to her.

"Sure, Mrs. Feinberg," Jeff replied as he walked over to her.

"Oh, please call me Rebecca," she smiled.

On this warm day, she was wearing a pair of short-shorts that showed off her tanned legs, and a tight tank-top that did the same for her large breasts. To Jeff, she'd never looked sexier.

"Okay... Rebecca," Jeff grinned at her.

"I was just curious," Rebecca began, "I saw you at our Temple a few Fridays ago, sitting with some other teenagers. You didn't convert, did you?" She grinned at him.

Jeff laughed and shook his head, "No... Mark Grossman, a guy in my high school class, told me that your Temple was sponsoring a bring a non-Jew to Temple night. He asked me if I'd go with him, so I said sure."

"So, what did you think of your first Jewish service?"

"Oh, it wasn't my first," Jeff explained, "I've been to your Temple several times."

"You have?"

"Well. I had quite a few Jewish kids in my classes, and I became friendly with most of them. Whenever the Temple had any kind of interdenominational event, I would get asked to go, since they knew I would."

"I sho'nuff knew that my friend, Jeff, wasn't prejudiced, like some people."

Jeff smiled, shook his head, and shrugged, "I've dated Jewish girls. Someone's religion doesn't matter to me."

Rebecca nodded, smiled warmly, and said, "Hey, why don't you come in for some iced tea? I'd like to ask you more about this program I didn't even know our Temple had." She smiled invitingly.

Jeff recognized an opportunity, so he replied, "Sure, that'd be great."

Jeff followed her shapely backside up the couple porch steps and into her kitchen. Rebecca poured two glasses of iced tea and handed one to Jeff. He thanked her, leaned against the counter, and took two long swallows. Rebecca sipped her iced tea and tried not to stare at Jeff's muscular, bare torso, but her inhibitions were crumbling. His chiseled pectoral muscles were just below eye level. Though she knew that Jeff was only nineteen, he looked and acted older, which only added to his attractiveness.

After they made more small talk about Jeff going to the Synagogue, Mrs. Feinberg moved closer to Jeff and said, "I'll bet you've lifted a lot of weights to get muscles like that." Then, she casually reached up and ran her hand over his bare bicep. Jeff felt his pulse quicken.

"Yeah, I have," Jeff said with a nervous smile.

"Flex it," she instructed.

Jeff hardened the arm muscle.

"Wow," Rebecca said softly and smiled. Her southern drawl seemed slightly more pronounced. "Rock hard... not like my husband's puny arm." She continued to run her hand over his arm.

She gazed into his eyes and said, "I'll bet those college girls after a young hunk like you all the time."

"I do okay," Jeff shrugged. "Of course, I'll bet a terrific looking woman like you must've had your pick of guys before you got married."

Rebecca smiled and asked, "Do you really think I'm good-looking?"

"Yeah, very," Jeff said with a gleam in his eyes.

Rebecca inched closer. Jeff was already against the kitchen counter. She moved almost against him and put her other hand on his other arm.

As seductively as she could, Rebecca said, "Are you sure you're not just saying that, or would you like to prove it?" She ran her hands up and down his arms and glanced at the growing bulge in his shorts.

Jeff whispered nervously, "I'd like to, but I'm seeing a girl, kinda steady."

Rebecca smiled seductively and said, "I won't tell her, if you won't tell my husband... and you'll really enjoy it."

She suddenly wrapped her arms around Jeff's waist and pulled her pelvis against his. At 5'5", Rebecca had to look up into Jeff's blue eyes.

Rebecca smiled and said, "You boys sho'nuff grow like weeds. You can kiss me if you want."

Jeff put his arms around Rebecca's shoulders and pressed his lips to her's. At first, they just moved their lips against one another's, savoring the long forbidden sensation. When Jeff moved his tongue against Rebecca's lips, she opened her mouth and their tongues intertwined. With Rebecca's big breasts pressing against him, Jeff felt his cock stiffen and grow rapidly. Jeff ran his fingers through Rebecca's hair as their suppressed passions exploded. She ran her hands over his muscular, young torso, while they kissed. Rebecca was already impressed by what a good kisser Jeff was, and was getting wetter by the minute. Next, she took Jeff's hands and guided them inside her shirt and up to her tits. Jeff ran his palms over her bra cups, and Rebecca moaned softly.

Then, she smiled and said, "My son's at camp, and nobody will be home for hours. Let's go upstairs to my bedroom where we can have more privacy."

Jeff smiled and said, "Lead the way."

Jeff followed Rebecca's shapely ass up the stairs and into her bedroom. When Rebecca turned to face Jeff, he grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it up over her bra. Rebecca lifted her arms to aid in its removal. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed passionately. Next, Rebecca hooked her thumbs into the elastic waistband of Jeff's shorts and underwear, and slid them down until they dropped to the floor. She was almost giddy to see a long, stiff cock already waiting for her.

Rebecca smiled and said, "Oh my... It's so nice and big."

Jeff returned her smile and said, "You can touch it if you want."

"I want... " she said and wrapped her fingers around the warm ivory shaft. When she squeezed it, Jeff moaned softly. Rebecca fondled the erection and moved close to kiss Jeff again. She was surprised that young Jeff already possessed the biggest hard-on she'd ever wrapped her fingers around.

"Now, my turn to undress you," Jeff said.

"Be my guest," Rebecca smiled.

"First the bra," Jeff said, moving behind her. He quickly unhooked the bra and slid the straps off her shoulders. Rebecca let the bra fall to the floor. Then, Jeff moved against Rebecca and cupped her tits from behind. When Jeff ran his finger-tips over her nipples, Rebecca sighed and turned her head back toward Jeff. He kissed her and continued to fondle her large, firm tits. As her nipples became erect, Rebecca undid her shorts and let them fall to the floor. Jeff moved in front of her, and slowly slid her panties down, watching as he exposed her dense triangle of dark pubic hair. 

They fell on the bed, hugging, kissing, and fondling each other. Jeff kissed his way down Rebecca's neck, and continued to her gorgeous breasts. Rebecca's nipples and areolas were neither too small nor too large... just perfect. Cradling one firm tit with his hand, Jeff licked her nipple and flicked it with his tongue. Then, he moved to the other nipple and did the same thing. As he flicked her nipple with his tongue, he slid his right hand down, through her soft bush, and began to gently rub between her legs. Rebecca was already wet, and moaned quietly.

Rebecca thought that she was going to have to instruct Jeff on how to please her, but he seemed to know exactly what to do. She was only a little surprised.

After spending some time licking her nipples, Jeff began to kiss his way downward, over Rebecca's flat stomach and down her abdomen.

When Rebecca realized where he was headed, she asked softly, "Where you going?"

"I thought you might like some oral sex."

"You don't have to do that, honey," Rebecca said with a smile.

Jeff returned her smile and replied, "I'd really like to, unless you don't want me to."

Rebecca whispered, "Yeah, I'd love it."

She remembered her husband giving her oral sex only one time in the last few years - once when he was drunk. Now, a very sexy, young gentile boy was eagerly licking her pussy. In addition to finding it an incredible turn-on, she was simply flattered. Rebecca raised herself to her elbows to better savor the sight of Jeff licking her wet muff.

When Jeff's tongue found her clit, Rebecca whispered, "Oh yeah! I like it like that."

Jeff said, "If there's anything you'd like me to do differently ..." lick, lick, "Or anything special you'd like..." lick, lick, "Just spell it out for me."

Rebecca panted, "You're doing just great!" She ran her fingers through his hair, urging his mouth tighter against her clit.

When Jeff slid two fingers into Rebecca's wet pussy, she moaned, "Mmmmmm..."

Intoxicated with lust, Rebecca moved her hot box rhythmically against Jeff's flicking tongue and thrusting fingers. Her mind swam in waves of intense pleasure. She moaned with each exhale, "Aaahhh... Aaahhh... Aaahhh..." Rebecca quickly lost control and experienced the first orgasm she'd ever had from oral sex. As her body shuddered, Jeff knew he had made her cum, but he continued licking.

"Stop... stop, baby... I get so sensitive..." Rebecca implored him. Jeff pulled away, and their eyes met. Most of Jeff's grinning face was wet with Rebecca's juices.

"Where the hell did you learn to eat pussy like that?" Rebecca panted.

Jeff dodged the question, "I'm just glad you liked it."

Rebecca pulled some tissues from a nearby box and handed them to Jeff.

"Sorry I get so wet," she said.

"I consider it a compliment," Jeff smiled and wiped his face.

"Now it's my turn," Rebecca smiled seductively. "Lay on your back."

Jeff repositioned himself, kissed Rebecca briefly, and laid on his back. Rebecca kissed her way down his muscular torso, while fondling his cock and balls. Laying across Jeff's thighs, facing Jeff, Rebecca smiled as she gently stroked his hard-on. Then, she ran her tongue around the ridge of his cock's head, sending a shiver of pleasure through Jeff's body. Rebecca licked the entire head, and then up and down the shaft. She felt his dick throb and grow in her grasp.

When Rebecca took his hard-on into her mouth, Jeff moaned, "Aaahhhh." Then, he ran his fingers through Rebecca's hair as she sucked him to maximum size. She stopped sucking his cock to gaze at the glistening boner. It was the best looking hard-on she'd ever seen. Next, Rebecca shifted slightly and rubbed her right nipple with the tip of Jeff's dick. She smiled at Jeff.

Jeff smiled and panted, "That feels so good."

As Rebecca lay across Jeff's thighs, her pelvis was toward Jeff. He reached down, sliding his fingers over her thigh, through her soft bush, and between her wet lips. Jeff pleasured Rebecca with his fingers, while she sucked and licked his stiff cock.

"I wanna feel your big cock inside me," Rebecca said, as she began to reposition herself. She straddled Jeff's hips, lifted his rod straight up, then lowered her pussy onto it. They both moaned as Jeff entered her. Rebecca slowly raised her pelvis until she felt that Jeff's hard-on was barely inside her, and then she slowly lowered herself. She was trying to measure the right distance.

"Rebecca, I don't have a condom with me," Jeff said softly.

"That's okay, I'm on the pill. Plus, you can pull out when you're ready to cum," Rebecca suggested. Then, she slowly raised and lowered her hips again. She hadn't had a stiff cock inside her pussy for so long, that she wanted to savor the feeling. Knowing the proper distance, Rebecca began to pump more rhythmically. She looked down at Jeff, who was breathing hard and in ecstasy. Jeff reached up and fondled her bouncing tits. As Rebecca pumped, she was pleased to discover that Jeff was displaying good control for someone so young. The fact that he was no three-pump-chump didn't really surprise her either.

"Hey honey, how 'bout if you take top for awhile?" Rebecca suggested, then added with a smile, "Give the old lady a breather."

Jeff smiled and said, "It would be my pleasure, gorgeous."

They attempted to roll over with disengaging, but they began to laugh and it didn't quite work. Laying on her back, Rebecca spread her legs to receive Jeff's meat flagpole. Jeff rubbed the head of his hard-on against Rebecca's wet pussy lips, then slowly pushed it inside of her. Rebecca inhaled sharply as she felt the big, stiff cock fill her. Jeff pressed his mouth to Rebecca's, and their tongues intertwined once more. He kissed her neck, and then arched his body so that he could lick her nipples, while he slid his hard-on in and out of her tight box. The simultaneous sensations made Rebecca's mind dizzy with lust. Next, without removing his cock, Jeff sat upright, sitting back on his heels. He wanted to savor the sight of his hard-on sliding in and out of his dream girl's beautiful pussy. With his thumb, he rubbed Rebecca's clit, while he fucked her. Rebecca looked up at her muscular, young lover in amazement. It didn't seem possible that an nineteen year-old could possess the skills and imagination that Jeff did. Yet, this was already the best sex that Rebecca had ever experienced.

"I love the way you fuck me, Jeff," Rebecca purred.

"The feeling is mutual," Jeff panted and smiled.

Jeff returned to a more horizontal position, supporting his weight off of Rebecca with his arms. Rebecca could feel his long dick throb inside of her as he thrusted. Jeff began to gradually build up speed. Rebecca felt his hard-on sliding in and out like a piston. She grabbed his firm ass cheeks and assisted his thrusts. Soon, both the mature woman and the young man were moaning loudly, lost in carnal ecstasy.

Rebecca shuddered and cried out as another orgasm flowed through her. Sensing this, Jeff abandoned his attempt at control, and felt his orgasm approaching like a tidal wave. He pulled out, and with a few strokes of his cock, spurts of his warm cum landed on Rebecca's stomach and breasts. Rebecca grasped his slippery rod and used it to paint the cum around on her skin. Jeff shuddered as Rebecca stroked out any remaining cum. Then, Jeff moved to Rebecca's side, pressed his lips to hers, and ran his fingers through her hair.

From then on, Rebecca and Jeff made love when Rebecca's house was available, or when they could sneak away to a motel. Therefore, their sex sessions were infrequent, but very steamy. Jeff attended college in California and settled there after graduation. He and Rebecca corresponded and sometimes talked on the phone. It would be almost twenty years before they would see each other again. To be continued?



Fantasia 60



Edited by Talynnda

Prologue: After graduating from UCLA in 1976, Jeff settled in the L.A. area and eventually became an talent agent. He represented several highly paid actors and actresses and became a respected member of the film industry. 

Jeff and Rebecca corresponded regularly. Not knowing if Rebecca's husband might read her letters, Jeff kept the contents bland and platonic, never mentioning their tryst. In spite of the distance between them, Rebecca received a birthday card from Jeff every year, and she responded in kind. Rebecca and her family remained in New Jersey, and the three thousand miles between them prevented Jeff and Rebecca from even an occasional fling. 

Jeff sent congratulations to 51 year-old Rebecca on the birth of her grandchild, and sent a sympathy card and flowers when Rebecca became a widow at 55. 

Soon after Rebecca's sixtieth birthday, Jeff decided to take a brief vacation and returned to New Jersey to see Rebecca. Rebecca had informed Jeff that she had moved into a nice apartment in a senior community. From his parent's home, a few miles away, Jeff phoned Rebecca and asked if he could take her out to dinner. Rebecca gladly accepted. 

Jeff knocked on Rebecca's door, taking a deep breath to try to calm himself. After all these years, seeing the woman who'd been his sexual mentor might be strange. The door swung open and there stood Rebecca, lovely and radiant.

Rebecca smiled and said, "Hi Jeff, please come in. I'm almost ready."

"Hi Rebecca," Jeff said as he stepped inside. "I've missed you."

Rebecca swung the door shut and held her open arms toward Jeff. "I've missed you too."

Jeff hugged her tightly and asked softly, "Okay if I kiss you?"

"I'd like that," Rebecca said.

Jeff pressed his lips to hers briefly, then stepped back and gazed at her.

"You still look gorgeous," Jeff said honestly.

Except for a few wrinkles and some slight puffiness under her eyes, Rebecca's face was as lovely as ever. Her beautiful brown eyes still seemed to gleam seductively. Her smile was still mischievous. Rebecca's hair was now an attractive blend of gray and white, and was worn in a short but feminine style. Her figure was still terrific as well. In eighteen years, she didn't appear to have gained more than five pounds. She wore a conservative black dress tastefully trimmed with silver, with a hemline above her knees (she still had shapely legs), and a neckline which revealed a bit of her still ample cleavage.

"You mean not too bad for an old Jewish widow?" Rebecca smiled.

"I mean still sexy, period."

"Thanks, Jeff. You've turned out to be a handsome man, and I'm not just returning a compliment."

"Thanks, that means something coming from you," Jeff said with a smile.

"Let me grab my purse and we can leave," Rebecca said.

Jeff took Rebecca to her favorite restaurant. Over dinner they rekindled their relationship. The initial nervousness they both felt quickly faded. When they each pulled out small pairs of eye glasses in order to read their menus, they laughed. Rebecca confessed to being near-sighted, while Jeff was far-sighted. Knowing that Jeff used to find her Southern accent a turn-on, Rebecca laid it on a tiny bit thicker than she normally did. Rebecca was relieved that though Jeff was now a wealthy and influential member of the film industry, he was still very down-to-earth. Jeff was glad that Rebecca was still honest and open. After Jeff complimented Rebecca's hair style, she casually informed Jeff that she didn't dye it because she was allergic to hair dye.

At one point, their legs touched under the table and rather than moving her leg away, Rebecca rubbed her leg subtly against Jeff's. He felt an involuntary stiffening in his pants. Their eyes met, gleaming into one another's. Gazing into Rebecca's beautiful brown eyes once again, Jeff felt the same desire he had many years earlier. Rebecca could feel the passion in Jeff's eyes like liquid blue fire. She wondered if this young hunk could actually want an old grandma like her, or was she just seeing what she wanted to see?

On the ride back to her apartment, Rebecca tried to make small talk while she mentally undressed Jeff. He had been the best lover she'd ever known, and she could recall every detail about his muscular body and his memorable erection. Trying not to stare, Rebecca thought that Jeff was more handsome than ever. He still possessed a full head of medium brown hair, worn fairly short. She longed to have his full, sensuous lips kiss her all over like they had years before. Rebecca noticed Jeff trying to catch glimpses of her legs as he drove. She moved so that her hemline rode up a little higher. Trying to ease the sexual tension with more small talk, Rebecca asked Jeff about meeting Hollywood stars, and about living in Southern California. 

Even before they parked the car, Rebecca said, "Now, you are going to come in for at least one drink."

"I'd like that," Jeff smiled, "Thank you."

When they were back in Rebecca's apartment, Jeff sat on the couch, hoping Rebecca would sit next to him. Rebecca poured two glasses of wine, handed one to Jeff, and sat next to him. She had put on her eye-glasses to pour the wine, and in the comfort of her own apartment, she just left them on. 

Tired of small talk, Rebecca asked, "The difference in our age and religion never mattered to you in the least, did it?" 

"Not in the least. If anything, it made it even more exciting," Jeff said, looking her in the eyes. "Did it matter to you?"

Rebecca shrugged and said, "I was raised to believe that Jews should only marry Jews, and there should be no sex outside marriage. It also seemed wrong to want to have sex with a young man who was twenty-something years younger than me. I broke three taboos at once. I felt guilt, but never regretted the best sex in my life."

Jeff took a swallow of wine to wet his rapidly drying mouth, then set the glass on the end-table. 

"Rebecca, I'm less shy than I was eighteen years ago, so I'm going to ask you something and I hope you won't be upset with me. I've been feeling that old desire ever since I set eyes on you again, and I was wondering if you were having similar feelings?"

Rebecca's pulse quickened. She replied, "Yes, Jeff, but I didn't think you'd want an old lady like me after screwing all those young, Hollywood actresses. So, you really still find me attractive?"

"I'll be glad to prove it to you again," Jeff smiled.

Rebecca chuckled, remembering things that were said the first time she'd seduced Jeff.

"You're sho'nuff still a naughty boy," Rebecca grinned.

"You never complained about that," Jeff smiled and moved closer to Rebecca.

"I still ain't complaining," she purred. 

Jeff slid his hand along Rebecca's cheek and into the hair along the side of her head. She smiled seductively. Jeff slipped his other hand around her shoulder, pulled her even closer, and pressed his lips to hers. When she felt his tongue brush her lips, she opened her mouth and their tongues intertwined. Rebecca hadn't made love in several years, and one kiss from her young lover made passion flood through her mind and body. She wrapped her arms around Jeff and squeezed her breasts tightly against his powerful chest. After a moment, Rebecca's hand slid up Jeff's thigh until she found the large bulge in his pants. Jeff moaned quietly as she rubbed his growing erection through his pants. When Jeff began to fondle her breasts, it was Rebecca's turn to moan with pleasure. She hadn't felt such a fire in her furnace since the last time she'd had sex with Jeff, eighteen years before. Rebecca knew what she wanted next, and knew that Jeff would want it too.

Rebecca deftly unbuckled Jeff's belt, unhooked his trousers, and slid down his zipper. As her fingertips found the waistband of his underwear, she discovered the tip of his erection already seeking escape. She hooked her fingertips into his waistband and slid it down until his hard-on was freed. Then, she wrapped her fingers around the long, stiff shaft and squeezed gently. Feeling Jeff's cock throb in her hand excited Rebecca even more. Jeff raised his hips from the couch to allow Rebecca to slide his pants and underwear down. Rebecca resumed her grasp on Jeff's erection, and kissed him passionately once again.

Pausing for breath, Rebecca said with a smile, "I remembered you had a big dick, but I think it's even bigger now."

"That's because you make me so hard, honey."

"I'm glad you still think I'm sexy."

"Are you gonna leave your glasses on?" Jeff asked.

"If it's okay with you," Rebecca said, "I wanna see your sexy body and big cock crystal clear, not just a blur."

Jeff smiled and said, "Sure, it's kinda sexy." Then, Jeff reached behind Rebecca and unzipped her dress.

Rebecca grinned and said, "Maybe we should go into the bedroom before we get too carried away."

"Whatever you want," Jeff smiled, and stood. He stepped out of his loafers and out of the pants and underwear which were around his ankles. Rebecca took Jeff by the hand and led the half-naked younger man to her bedroom. She snapped on one small, dim lamp for the romantic mood.

After Rebecca and Jeff entered her bedroom, Jeff wrapped his arms around Rebecca and pressed his lips to hers. Jeff enjoyed the feel of the fabric of her dress as it rubbed against his hard-on. Rebecca put her hands on Jeff's firm buttocks and pulled her pelvis against his. Jeff then hooked his fingertips into the shoulders of Rebecca's unzipped dress, slid them down, and helped the dress fall to the floor. Rebecca unbuttoned Jeff's shirt and pushed the fabric off of his powerful shoulders. She ran her hands over his muscular chest. The lean boy she remembered now possessed large, sculpted muscles which she wanted to savor.

Next, Jeff hooked his fingers into the shoulder straps of Rebecca's slip, and slid them off her shoulders. Her slip joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor. Remembering Jeff's preferences, Rebecca had worn a black bra, black panties, a black garter belt, and black stockings. She was still a vision of sexuality.

Rebecca looked down at Jeff's cock. It was sticking straight out like a flagpole. She grasped it with her right hand and squeezed gently. She felt it throb in her hand. Jeff moaned quietly.

"Sit on the bed," Rebecca instructed, as she fondled the erection.

Jeff smiled and sat on the edge of the bed.

Rebecca knelt before him, without ever releasing her grasp on his boner. Jeff leaned back on his elbows and smiled at Rebecca. She returned his smile as she stroked and fondled his hard-on. Then, she used the long, painted fingernails of her left hand to gently scratch the underside of Jeff's scrotum. 

"God, that feels so good," Jeff moaned.

Rebecca ran her nails up over Jeff's balls, through his pubic hair, and then back over his balls. At the same time, her right hand lovingly caressed his erection. Rebecca then leaned forward, pressed Jeff's rod into her cleavage, and moved slowly up and down. Jeff watched, smiling as the older woman teased his stiff member. When Rebecca felt sticky wetness on her breast she was delighted.

"You still get wet right away and I still like that," Rebecca chuckled. 

When Rebecca slowly licked the pre-cum from the tip of his dick, Jeff moaned and propped himself up on his hands. When she began to lick his cock's head, and up and down the shaft, Jeff inhaled sharply and sat upright. He looked down at the head of gray hair bobbing in his lap, and ran his fingers through Rebecca's soft hair. The fact that the woman licking his dick had gray hair and glasses wasn't a turn-off to Jeff. He'd prefer a sexy older woman to a repulsive younger woman any time.

Rebecca held Jeff's stiff cock between her fingertips and gazed at it. In the soft light it glistened with her saliva. It was even longer than Rebecca remembered, proportionally thick, and curved ever so slightly upward. The perfectly shaped, circumcised head was now swollen and pinkish due to Rebecca's fondling.

Rebecca smiled at Jeff and said, "Watch it disappear." She slid her mouth over Jeff's hard-on, and didn't stop moving slowly down until her lips stopped at the base of his cock. Then, she slowly raised her head until the entire ivory shaft reappeared. Rebecca grinned at Jeff, and he returned her smile. 

"Wanna see it again?"

"Yeah, angel," Jeff said.

Once again, Jeff watched the entire length of his dick slid into Rebecca's warm, wet mouth. Jeff moaned and ran his fingers through her white hair. As Rebecca's mouth continued to move up and down on Jeff's rod, Jeff felt himself starting to lose control. Not wanting to cum just yet, Jeff decided on a change in the action.

"Hey, honey, let me finish undressing you," Jeff suggested.

"Sure, baby," Rebecca said and stood up. Jeff rose from the bed and moved behind Rebecca. He unfastened her bra, and, from behind, slid his hands inside the bra. He cupped her ample tits and ran his fingertips over her nipples. Jeff was pleasantly surprised that Rebecca's boobs had sagged only a little, and were still sexy to behold. Next, he moved in front of Rebecca, hooked his fingers into her black panties, and slid them down. Jeff recalled that eighteen years earlier, Rebecca possessed a neatly trimmed triangle of dark pubic hair. Now, her muff was just as dense, but there were a few gray pubes mixed in. Jeff found it to be as sexy as ever. When Rebecca's panties fell around her ankles, she stepped out of them. They wrapped their arms around each other and pressed their mouths together once again. Rebecca enjoyed the feel of Jeff's hard-on pressing against her stomach. Jeff slid his hand down between Rebecca's legs, through her soft, curly pubes, and over her slit. She was already wet.

"Hey, sweetie, would you do something for me?" Jeff asked.

"Anything you want, baby," she said.

"It's my turn to do you. I want you to kneel over my face," Jeff grinned.

"Are you sure? I still get pretty wet," Rebecca asked.

"I'd still consider it a compliment."

"If that's what you want, baby, I know I'd love it," Rebecca smiled. 

Jeff laid on his back on the bed. Then, Rebecca climbed up next to Jeff, grasped the headboard for balance, swung her knee over his head, then lowered her pussy to his eager tongue. Rebecca sighed as Jeff ran his tongue the length of her moist slit.

"I'm glad my baby still loves to give a good licking." Rebecca grinned and ran her fingers through her young lover's hair. Jeff moved his flattened tongue forcefully against Rebecca's clit. 

After a minute, Jeff said, "Remember what I'd always say to you when we'd make love?"

Rebecca looked down and smiled, "You mean if there was anything I wanted you to do differently, I should spell it out for you?"

"Yeah, I'm glad you remember. Well, that still applies right now." Then, Jeff swirled his tongue around Rebecca's clit.

Rebecca moaned and panted, "You still eat my pussy better than anybody." She ran her fingers through Jeff's hair, and moved her wet muff back and forth against his mouth. Jeff had made her hotter than she'd been in many years. 

A couple of years before her husband died, Rebecca had come to the conclusion that her sex life with virile men would be almost non-existent from that point on. She would be left to masturbate when the horniness became unbearable. Now, her young, gentile lover had his head between her legs, and he was sporting a wonderful hard-on. He made her feel desirable again. She reached back, wrapped her fingers around Jeff's stiff cock, and fondled it lovingly. Jeff's moan was muffled by her muff.

A few minutes later, Rebecca was grinding her pussy against Jeff's mouth, as she gripped the headboard. Waves of pleasure swept through her body and mind.

Through partly-clenched teeth, Rebecca moaned, "Ohh yeah baby... Lick my pussy, you naughty boy...Lick it, Jeff... Make Momma cum... Ohh Jeff... Ahhh... Ahhh... Aaahhhhhh..."

Rebecca shuddered as the orgasm swept over her like a tidal wave. Jeff continued to lick even as he sensed the increase and change in Rebecca's wetness. Making his mentor cum was all that Jeff was focused on at that moment. 

Rebecca moved her wet box away from Jeff's talented tongue, and panted, "I get so sensitive... let the old lady catch her breath." She rested her weight lightly on Jeff's powerful pecs and straightened her glasses. Jeff smiled up at Rebecca as he felt her wetness on his chest. Rebecca returned his smile. Much of Jeff's face glistened with her juices. Rebecca pulled some tissues from a box on her nightstand, and gently wiped Jeff's face.

"Thank you, my naughty boy," Rebecca whispered.

"My pleasure," Jeff grinned.

"Now, let the old lady suck some more young cock," Rebecca said with a smile.

Then, Rebecca repositioned herself across Jeff's thighs, facing him. She curled her fingers around his cock and stroked it lovingly. Next, she bent forward and ran her tongue all around the head of his dick. Jeff shuddered as the sensation flowed through him. While she pleasured him, Jeff ran his fingers through Rebecca's soft, white hair. In a couple of minutes, Rebecca had gotten Jeff's cock good and hard again. Without releasing her grip on his hard-on, Rebecca got to her knees. Then, she swung one knee over Jeff's hips, held his rod straight up, and lowered her pussy onto the stiff dick. She moaned as she felt him fill her.

Rebecca slowly raised her pelvis until she felt that Jeff's hard-on was barely inside her, and then she slowly lowered herself. Again, she slowly raised and lowered her hips. Rebecca wanted to savor the feeling of having a stiff cock inside her pussy. It had been a long time. Gradually, Rebecca began to pump more rapidly. She looked down at Jeff, who was breathing hard and in pure bliss. Jeff reached up, fondled her bouncing tits, and did his best to lick her nipples.

After a few minutes, Rebecca panted, "Jeff, will you fuck me doggie-style?"

"I like a lover who knows what she wants," Jeff grinned. "Sure honey, I'd love to."

Rebecca dismounted Jeff, and got on all fours on the bed next to him. Jeff kissed Rebecca briefly, then positioned himself behind her. Holding his hard-on between his fingers, Jeff rubbed the sensitive head against Rebecca's moist slit. Rebecca moaned as she felt the long, stiff cock push slowly into her. She felt it throb inside of her just as it started to slide back out. Jeff pulled out almost all the way, then eased his rod back in again. He pushed his pelvis tight against Rebecca's shapely ass, then moved his hips in a small circle. Rebecca could feel the stiff dick move inside of her.

"I love the way you fuck me, baby," Rebecca said over her shoulder.

"Oh... you're still so tight, honey," Jeff moaned.

Jeff began to thrust more rapidly. His pelvis slapped against Rebecca's ass. For nearly twenty years, Rebecca had fantasized about having sex with Jeff again. Now, her young stud was fucking her into ecstasy once again. It was at that moment that Rebecca wanted to see Jeff's face and body while he fucked her. As good as the doggie-style felt, Rebecca didn't want to be looking at a headboard when she came again.

Over her shoulder, Rebecca said, "Hey baby, let's change positions again."

"Just tell me what you want," Jeff panted.

"I'll show you..." Rebecca said as she reluctantly pulled away from Jeff's erection. She turned, laid on her back, and spread her legs on either side of Jeff.

"Fuck me this way. I wanna watch you fuck me, and when you're ready to cum, I'll finish you off the way I used to."

Jeff aligned his ivory shaft with Rebecca's hairy snatch and guided it inside. Rebecca gasped as Jeff's long dick re-entered her. She was panting through her mouth as Jeff pumped her. Jeff kissed Rebecca on the lips, then down her neck, and then arched his body so that he could lick her nipples. At the same time, he continued to slide his hard-on in and out of her wet pussy. Rebecca was glad that Jeff had remembered how much she'd enjoyed this maneuver in the past. The simultaneous sensations made Rebecca's mind dizzy with lust. She ran her fingers through his hair as he licked her nipples and fucked her pussy. Rebecca looked at Jeff's torso. His chiseled muscles glistened with perspiration. She ran her hands over his firm abs, and then further down until the fingertips of her right hand found her clit. The index finger and middle finger of her left hand scissored around the slippery erection which was pumping in and out of her.




Fantasia 60



"Ooohhh Gawd..." Rebecca moaned, drifting on waves of sensual bliss. Within moments, Rebecca shuddered and moaned, "Aaahhh...", as another orgasm flooded through her.

When Jeff realized that Rebecca had orgasmed, he abandoned his efforts at control. As he felt his own orgasm approaching, he pulled his hard-on from Rebecca's wet pussy.

"Finish me off, angel," Jeff panted.

Rebecca stroked his slippery rod, and leaned on one elbow to bring her face closer to Jeff's cock. A moment later, spurts of warm cum painted Rebecca's mouth and face. Jeff's body shook and shuddered as Rebecca continued to stroke his slick, throbbing hard-on. Jeff ran his fingers through Rebecca's soft, white hair.

After Jeff finished, it was his turn to retrieve some tissues and gently wipe his cream from Rebecca's face and body. She smiled lovingly at Jeff, having enjoyed the facial.

"Why don't we get cleaned up? Then we can savor the afterglow," Rebecca suggested.

"Yeah, let's," Jeff agreed.

A short time later, Rebecca and Jeff were back in bed. Jeff was on his back, his right arm around Rebecca. She was on her left side, her head resting on Jeff's chest, and her right leg draped over Jeff's. Her right hand covered his navel. Jeff was running his fingers through Rebecca's soft hair. Rebecca was drifting in the dream-like afterglow of fantastic sex. Her virile young lover had taken her to places she hadn't been in nearly twenty years. On top of that, she was pleased to know that this sixty year-old, white-haired grandmother had more than satisfied her favorite lover.



Fantasia Ain't A Disney Movie



I'd just left gentlemen's club I was working at and was headed home. Walking even the short four blocks in clear acrylic heels is never fun but I was happy to be on my way home. I'd had pretty mild clients that night, and they'd certainly been generous with the money so I was pretty happy. Still, my feet were killing me and all I wanted was to return to my "real" life.

I was almost home when he came out of the shadows of a darkened doorway a few feet from my own apartment's entrance. I lived over a gag gift store, which isn't relevant but I think is an interesting tidbit.

He was tall and of fairly average build but he had a charming air about him. I'd seen him in the club once, with his military buddies. 

He just said a slow, southern drawl infused hello and I felt myself melting. I have to admit, most strippers say that for them it's not sexual, but for me, I always left the club a little bit wet. It did me good to be admired all night long, especially on a night like this, when the crowd is admiring but mellow. The nights when men went over the line were harder to feel good about, but tonight I was nice and wet, relaxed, and happy.

I said hello back and drew my key out of my pocket. I looked toward my door, and then back to him, a question in my eyes. I wasn't concerned with being seen as a whore... men had their own ideas of strippers and I wasn't about to get all political and ruin my chances of going home and finishing off what the admiring glances had started.

He raised an eyebrow at me and started walking beside me, his big hand on the small of my back. I unlocked the downstairs door and he followed me up to my small apartment. It wasn't much, but at least I had a proper bed and no roommates.

As soon as the door shut behind me he backed me up against it, kissing me with a tenderness that belied the aggressive action.

I sunk into him, my leg unconsciously wrapping around his waist to bring me into closer contact with the hardness forming fast under his jeans. 

"You got me so hot when you were dancing up there." He whispered, moving his lips down my neck as he said it. He found my spot effortlessly, and I moaned and writhed against him. I couldn't help it, when a man used tongue and teeth against the sensitive skin under my ear I always just about lost control.

"Thank you, Babies." I whispered back, my slight British accent bringing another raised eyebrow from him.

He laughed softly, a deep man's laugh that had me gushing into my panties once more.

"Like that accent." He drawled. 

"I like yours too." I smiled as I said it and brought him back to me for a kiss. 

His hands were roaming all over me. I'd decided to forgo dressing in street clothes after work since I lived so close so I was only wearing a pearl g-string, some pasties under a bikini top, and a trench style coat over the top. By now those big calloused hands of his had migrated straight under the coat. I'd guess, from the calluses alone, that he was a mechanic. My favorite kind of man, one who wasn't afraid to work with his hands. If there was one thing that turned me off in a man it was soft, womanly hands. Well, that and a high voice. And this man had both of my top-priority requirements in his deep drawl and calloused palms.

I moved against him again, trying to push him toward the bed and away from the door.

I'd never had sex standing up (and yes, I know you would think I'd tried everything what with being a stripper and all) and I was not really thinking tonight was a night to start.

Mr. Calloused Hands had other ideas, though, and he pushed back against me, moving this writhing little game of ours into a whole new dimension of aggressiveness.

His mouth came against mine with a new fervor and he pressed his hardness between my thighs. 

He had opened my coat completely now and let his mouth work it's way back down my neck to my shoulders. I gave up the fight to do this on a bed and wrapped both my legs around his waist night and tight. His five o'clock shadow left tantalizing trails of sensation against my neck and shoulders while he kissed his way down my body. He found his way to the top of my bikini and divested me quickly of that garment.

He looked surprised at my pasties and quirked that eyebrow at me one more time. 

I shrugged. "Hazards of the job. It takes baby oil to get them off."

He looked intrigued at that but apparently decided it was a chore that could wait for later. He found my mouth again with fervor and I decided it was high time I joined this game a bit more actively myself. I reached down and undid his belt buckle, sliding my hand into his boxer briefs at the same time. I let my long nails scrape lightly down his abdomen before I reached his throbbing cock. I have to say, as a woman, there is nothing more empowering than having a throbbing, vein-y, monstrous cock in one's hand. And this one was definitely all of those things.

His quiet nature wouldn't have given me any clue as to the way he would actually take me. He was power and strength, although I felt as if I was holding my own, and as if I could call a halt at any time and have him respect it.

I gyrated against his hips, moving back just enough to give my hand room to work on his harness. His pants now at his ankles, I had only his underwear to contend with for access.

I looked at him questioningly and he pushed them down as well, ever the accommodating Southern gentleman.

His cock was more than adequate and I was more than ready for it so I looked him in the eye, slid the pearls of my g-string aside and grabbed his cock like I meant it. 

I rubbed the head once, then twice around my clit, giving myself a bit of fun and also teasing him just a bit. Finally fed up, he bit my earlobe and I moved him back and allowed him that first hard slide up inside me.

Still against the hard door of my apartment, my head rubbing uncomfortably on the peep-hole, I couldn't even feel the pain, only revel in the feeling of that first full thrust. That first full, hard, upward thrust was always my favorite. Out of all the sensations and all the situations in the world, that initial thrust was probably my favorite ever. I let myself loose one long moan, my body responded on its own, clenching around him and throbbing all of its own accord.

I brought his face to mine and kissed him hard, our teeth meeting and lips bruised as his big mechanic's hand caressed my side, making my nipples stand on end even under their pasties. I rubbed my chest against his as he started that second long hard thrust. 

I cried out again as he began a rhythmic thrusting, slamming my head against the door and holding my hips down to meet his. I'd been taken more brutally, taken by more determined men, but I'd never been taken so successfully.

He thrust up into me over and over, making me lose any thread of thought I might have started.

I clung to him, my nails in his back, my hands running down his arms and his sides, feeling every bit of him, trying to imprint the form and shape of him onto my memory for later.

He thrust into me again and again, and my mind drifted farther from my body with each sensation, until I was just drifting in the ether.

I didn't even have the strength to keep my own legs wrapped around his muscled hips any longer. He held my thighs in place as he finished, thrusting one last time inside of me. As I felt the hot rush of him coming into me I had one thought:

"I don't even know his name."

But by then it didn't matter, because just as he finished, I felt myself gush and come as well, all thought fleeing in the rush of my own completion.

I slid down and off of his cock with a wet noise that would've been embarrassing had I the sense just then to care. Instead, I stumbled to my bed, already feeling the soreness between my thighs, and fell asleep soundly and quickly.

When I awoke my apartment was my own again, but that soreness assured me, this was no fantasy.