0 comments/ 16099 views/ 2 favorites Fantasy in C By: meistere In my fantasy it is as if I am in a dream or watching myself in a movie- knowing that I am myself but also feeling that in some way I'm not. A vague sense of unreality pervades everything but it is a very pleasant sensation and I feel very confident and very alive. I am led into an elegant room by my escort. I don't know his name and I refer to him as The Stranger. He opens a door and motions me inside. It is an old fashioned library- walls with shelves of leather covered books, a roaring fire and French windows overlooking the ocean. A group of seven or eight men are standing by the fireplace. They range in age from mid- twenties to middle age. They are dressed in tuxedos and are very handsome, each in his own way. A number of them are holding glasses of champagne. They turn towards me. I feel somewhat shy. The Stranger takes my elbow and guides me towards the group. I am wearing a long, blue satin skirt with a romantic design of small, intricate flowers, high heels and nylons and an old fashioned, gossamer thin, white silk blouse. As I walk towards the men I realize that I am not wearing a bra. I feel my breasts swaying and when I look down I can see my nipples protruding through the thin, clinging material. Somehow this doesn't bother me, as if this is an appropriate way for me to be dressed for this group. The men look at me with admiring glances and the atmosphere of the room is filled with a warm, almost affectionate glow. Immediately I feel very welcome and accepted. One of the men, in his late fifties and very distinguished, raises his glass to me. "Lovely, so very lovely", he says in a Sean Connery Scottish burr. The other men murmur their agreement. As I get closer to them I can't help but notice that some of the men are dropping their gaze to my blouse. Acting out of character, I stand up straight and thrust my chest out to display my breasts, emphasizing them, pleased that I can offer the men such pleasure. The Stranger hands me a glass of champagne and the others gather around, making me the center of their group. I make small talk with them and after a short while it is as if I am with old, dear friends, sharing a special time. The men compliment me- calling me pretty and lovely and beautiful. I bask in their adoration, feeling almost worshipped by my new group of friends. A hand goes around my waist and The Stranger draws me close and whispers in my ear. He tells me that the men are enchanted with me. He turns me towards him, reaches out and unbuttons the top of my blouse. My initial reaction is shock but I trust him and let him continue until my blouse is undone and hangs loose. I feel my friends' rapt concentration as The Stranger progressively bares my breasts. Part of me wants to stop him but another part is becoming swept up in the thrill and excitement. He slips the blouse off my shoulders and places it on a chair. I am standing naked from the waist up in front of a group of men. The men look at me awestruck. I revel in being the source of such radiant attention and welcome their fond gazes. Our conversation resumes. When I laugh at a witty remark my breasts jiggle and I sense the men looking at them. But after a while I lose any sense of discomfort or inhibition and it seems as if it is a very natural and simple thing for me to be standing in front of these men, my new friends, my breasts available for them to enjoy. The Stranger is still behind me, both hands now on my hips. He gently pulls me back into him until I can feel, even through his pants, his hard cock nestled in the folds of my skirt, poking between my buttocks. The sensation is incredibly erotic. His power over me is such that I don't resist and keep on chatting with my friends. His strong hands circle my waist and then move up to my breasts, cupping them. Fingers brush my nipples making them hard. I am unable to stop him... no, I don't want him to stop him. The men look at me with a feeling I can only describe as tender desire. It's as if they too want to touch me but are afraid of offending me in anyway. The Stranger motions me over to a couch and directs me to lean over it. I support myself on one of the the arms and bend over at the waist. My breasts swing free. He asks the butler to give each of the men a new glass of champagne. When the butler's task is completed the men gather around me. One of them lowers his glass and lovingly dips one of my dangling breasts into the sparkling wine. The bubbles make my nipple tingle and a movement of lust runs through me like an electric current, arousing me beyond words. Another man does my other breast, holding it in his hand and fondling me as he carefully brings his glass up to my achingly hard nipple. Each man takes a turn until my breasts have flavored their champagne. When the are done, an older man lifts his glass high. The others join him and they toast my beauty. I blush I am so embarrassed. The Stranger takes my hands and kisses my fingers like a romantic lover. Still holding my hands, he leads me over to the couch and has me lie down on it on my back. It is massive and very comfortable. He sits next to me by my knees and with his strong hands massages my shoulders. I close my eyes and luxuriate in the sensation. He is very talented. After what seems a long time, he travels down to my breasts. He holds one in each hand and kneads them firmly. It as if he has a secret knowledge of what I like. When he touches my nipples that current of lust spreads throughout my body again and I twitch involuntarily. I feel like I'm on fire and become very wet. He pinches the hard tips and I have all I can do not to cry out. I don't want him ever to stop. I open my eyes. I can't believe what I am doing. I'm lying on a couch, a strange man playing with my breasts in front of a roomful of men. But when I look into the kind eyes of the men my apprehension melts. They are gathered around the couch watching me respectfully, taking pleasure in my taking pleasure. An older man rests his hand on my shoulder to reassure me. I hear the wood in the fireplace crackle. A warm ambiance pervades the room. I sense genuine affection and get that feeling again of being surrounded by old, comfortable friends. I close my eyes again, confident that everything is fine and as it should be. The Stranger keep working on me with his hands. He moves down to my feet, his fingers almost hot to the touch. He strokes my ankles and runs his hands over my nylons, moving upward ever so gradually. When he reaches my skirt he hesitates for a moment and then his hands go under it, massaging my calves and going up to my lower thighs. The room fills with the sensuous sound of satin and silk. I spread my legs reflexively. My vagina is burning with desire and I secretly want him to go there. He lifts my skirt up and brings it to my waist. I am wearing a black satin half slip that drapes my legs like a shimmering, dark liquid. He continues his teasing manipulations. His hands caress my thighs, gliding over them through the sleek satin, taking little trips to my damp center and then retreating, only to do it again. Impatient, I take The Stranger's hand and place it over my vagina. He strokes my furry mound through the layer of satin, playing with my enflamed lips. With my eyes still closed, I savour the experience, my entire body awash with arousal. When I moan softly, I feel something brush against my cheek. I open my eyes. It is one of the older men. He has his cock out of his pants, a sweet expression on his craggy face. Without a second thought, almost as if in a trance, I unquestioningly accept his cock into my mouth. I let the head rest on my tongue and bath it in my saliva. He places a hand tenderly on my cheek. I almost swoon from desire. His cock feels wonderful. I suck it eagerly, drawing it deep into my mouth, loving the feel of it's hardness and the smooth, creamy texture of his skin. My eyes become heavy and close. I surrender to this beautiful dream. My attention changes when The Stranger, busy between my legs, parts my vagina through the slip and touches my clitoris. My entire body shudders. I moan softly, almost forgetting the cock in my mouth, consumed by the waves of pleasure rippling my body, overtaking me like some deep, primal force. I barely feel the older man. He starts a gentle thrusting motion and I suck him automatically, unable to concentrate on anything but the feelings The Stranger's skilled fingers produce. I hear a moan and the man's cock spasms on my tongue, flooding my mouth with his semen. It is delicious- warm and salty. When he is finished I swallow it all down and lick his shrinking member to get the last drops. Focussed on what The Stranger is doing, another cock slipping into my mouth takes me by mild surprise. It is one of the younger men, an expression of sheer delight on his face. I create a suction with my lips and suck him deep. As he gently fucks my mouth, The Stranger pushes my slip up to my waist. I spread my legs and part my vagina wide for him. I am so aroused it feels as if I am dripping. He slides two fingers into me and prods my distended clitoris with his thumb. I thrust my hips up to increase the pressure. The pleasure is almost overwhelming... bordering on the unbearable. Finally I peak at the crest of a wave. My body shudders and I reach a plateau of ecstasy. The cock in my mouth explodes, splattering the back of my throat. The young man's orgasm seems to go on for minutes and he fills my mouth with his semen almost to overflowing. I don't swallow immediately and when he withdraws I open my lips wide to proudly show him and the other men the silvery pool lying on my tongue. He leans over and kisses my on the forehead. I keep my eyes shut- the better to bathe in the ocean of pleasure surrounding me. The Stranger keeps manipulating my clitoris and I ride from orgasm to orgasm, barely done with one when another overtakes me. All of the men have a turn at my mouth. At the end of each blow job I make sure the man views the offering he has so sweetly given me before swallowing it down. Their semen tastes like the finest nectar. One of the men withdraws before climax and cums over my heaving breasts. My endless orgasm intensifies as the hot liquid flow over me. I Leave it there it feels so good. I am startled when The Stranger stops. I open my eyes. He has taken his cock out and is repositioning himself. He looks at me reassuringly. I spread my legs wide. I am not quite sure what he wants to do but I want him to do it, need him to something so that I can return to that blissful state. He kneels between my outstretched thighs, the head of his lovely cock a scant inch or two from the entrance to my vagina and resumes massaging my clitoris. With his other hand, he strokes himself. The sensations return and I feel myself building to another orgasm. I reach down and part my lips as wide as I can, letting him have the privilege of seeing deep inside me... pink and open and wet. His fingers work magic. Feelings of pleasure so intense as to be almost painful wash over me. My body trembles. I moan softly. This is exquisite. The tempo and pressure increase on my swollen clitoris and he matches the rhythm to the cock in his hand, aiming it at my gaping vagina. Two of the men reach down to fondle my breasts, playing with them almost roughly, tweaking my nipples, pulling them. The older, distinguished gentleman rests his cock, hard again, on my cheek. I am too excited to suck him but he understands and remains content to masturbate. All of my concentration is on The Stranger and his work of love on my clitoris. The world seems to disappear, the only thing left for me to focus on are the incredible feelings of rising sensuality and lust. My body vibrates at his every touch. I close my eyes, consumed in passion. His pace increases. I feel as if in a trance, every fiber of my being aflame, sensitive only to The Stranger and my greedy vagina. I need to seek release, the sexual tension in my body is unbearable. Please, please, I beg. The Stranger climaxes first. His cockhead erupts in a torrent of semen. The first spurt arcs across my belly, soaking my slip and skirt. The rest of his orgasm floods into my open vagina, pouring deep into me. Spurt after spurt enters me. I feel his hot seed flowing down into my womb. This is the trigger I need. The huge, dark wave breaks and I reach what I have been so desperately seeking for what seems so long. It feels like the universe is a vast, shuddering whole and I am one with it. I almost lose consciousness. I cry tears of joy. The older man's cock on my cheek throbs as he reaches his goal. His body stiffens and he rains semen down on my face. I open my mouth instinctively and let some of it splash on my tongue, enjoying the taste. When he is finished my lips are slick and coated, little streams of semen trickle down my cheeks. The aftershocks of orgasm still hold my body captive, and I feel The Stranger's semen seeping out of my vagina like a molten stream. When I come back to full consciousness I see the men and The Stranger gathered around me, champagne glasses high, faces beaming in affection and gratitude, toasting our experience. I stand, a little shakily at first, and each of my new friends gives me a warm hug. Fantasy in Suburbia I walked up to the door. I knocked once. I felt my heart pounding, the heat in my chest rising in anticipation. I checked my armpits, sniffed for the scent of cologne on my rest and put on a smile. The door opened... *** I was sat alone, bored, in my room. Only one thing for a lonely teenager to do in that situation - stick on the porn and jack off. My folks were away on a trip to Florida. They had been gone about a week and the novelty was fast wearing off. At first of course it had been great. I'd eaten pizza for every meal, drank beers in the afternoon, smoked some herb in the garden and wandered around naked. Now I was just blaring out porn on full volume and putting the tidying off until the next day. Always the next day. I had a week left... I should give you some basic geography. We live in a large house in suburbia, a typical set up where neighbours compete for a better lawn and SUVs crawl along the otherwise silent street. We had the customary big front lawn and massive back garden, walled in by a fence. In the day, things were still. At night, there was even less excitement. It was the middle of the summer at the time of the telling of this story. That meant it was hot - real hot. Folks round here generally kept in their air conditioned houses during the day, until the sun set and the cool evening breeze allowed BBQs and beers on the porch. Place was like a goddamn Tim Burton movie. The two girls were getting it on in front of me. One was a military instructor, brunette, who had come to sign some hot chick up to the Marines. The new recruit had taken a liking to the military milf and was seducing her. It was hot stuff, but as I started fondling with my cock my mind was wandering. I wasn't in it. I clicked the X on the browser and headed downstairs for food. The house had that cool but stuffy feel that the summer brings. I can't really explain it but you can sort of smell the carpets as you walk barefoot over them. Ours were cream - my mom goes for that - and all our furnishings were sparkly from the weekly clean that the little Mexican lady gives them. Walking into our large kitchen I passed the pizza boxes and crushed cans that littered the faux marble worktop, a few scattered around the shining wood floor. I grabbed some cold slices from our massive silver fridge and took a swig of beer. Then another. I hadn't eaten that day and it was already 2pm, so stuffed my face. Due to the early hour and the lack of food, the half can I drank went to my head and I got a nice little buzz. I stepped to the open glass doors and looked out onto my garden. The lawn was immaculate - pop had mowed before he left - and there wasn't a cloud in the sky. The fences in our area worked so they didn't allow neighbours or passers by on the road to see in. But they were not high enough to prevent people in the upper floors of their houses from seeing into next door's patch. Basically, you could get away with stuff, but there was a chance that some nosey neighbour could see you and rat you out. This was what appealed to me - the unlikely but possible chance. So I did as I had before, emboldened by beer, and slipped off my shorts. They were all that I had been wearing, and now was stood completely naked in the great outdoors. It felt magnificent. I looked around, and walked into the centre of the lawn. I rubbed my ass, then took my penis in my hand and leisurely massaged it. The thought that I was engaged in sexual activities in the open was a real turn on for me. Once, I had gotten a blowjob in the woods. There'd been a party with my high school buddies, and Tiffany from my grade had led me to a clearing in the forest behind the house, got down on her knees, pulled my jeans down and taken my cock in her mouth. I mention this because I remember a great part of it was feeling the night time breeze against my bare flesh, the slight chill in the air that matched the cold feeling of a tongue running over my erection. Hearing the birds in the trees, and the shouts of regular folks back at the party just behind us... it added a danger to it all I suppose, the fact that we could get caught. So anyways, that explains why I was standing there in the nude. Oh it felt great. And as I remembered Tiffany's slutty lips around my cock head I started to get hard. I jerked my penis until I stood with a beer in my left hand and an erection in my right. I let go and let it bob around. It didn't go soft as I walked over to the deck chair and sat down. Should I finish up? Blow my load all over my chest in the searing heat? Perhaps showcase what I could do to some nosey neighbour? Nah, I wanted to enjoy feeling horny in the garden. So instead I slowly jerked and imagined getting fucked. I closed my eyes and drifted into pleasurable fantasy... Suddenly I was brought back to reality by the sound of a window closing. I looked up and thought I saw a shadow moving the other side of the glass next door. Shit man! Maybe I'd been spotted. A little spooked in case someone complained to my folks I headed back into the cool indoors. I thought who lived in that house. We're sorta friendly with most of our neighbours, but everyone kinda keeps themselves to themselves. It was a couple, maybe around 40, who didn't have kids. They both worked full time I think, so you didn't really see much of them. The husband was rarely around - he worked late, although seemed the kind of guy who'd be fucking his secretary. The Moores, I think. Anyways, his wife was attractive, although a little plain. I got the impression that if she made a bit of an effort she'd be smoking hot, but to me she had the general appeal of the wife next door - nothing too special, just available and underfucked. When she came home from work I'd sometimes be around to witness her walking indoors. She would wear a tight white blouse and tighter dark skirt with heels. She'd have some makeup and her brown hair would be done in a nice way, like sensible but hot at the same time if you know what I'm saying. She was naturally curvy, and many her age would be looking frumpy and undesirable. But without kids, an active lifestyle and at least some exercise (I'd seen her jogging several times) she wasn't looking too bad. No supermodel that's for sure, but definitely enough to have fun with. *** That night I was up in my room. I looked outta the large, person size window that was next to my double bed and over to next door's pad. There were no lights on. I was about to move away when one flicked on. Walking around the kitchen was Mrs Moore. She was in the customary blue tracksuit that she'd be in when at home, transforming from power dressing business woman or whatever she was to bored housewife. Her brown hair was down, around her shoulders, and she was barefoot. I studied her figure. Her ass was juicy and big. Clearly not as toned as it once was, and the kind that the owner would probably find depressingly big, but actually quite erotic to a horny young guy thinking only in sexual terms. The tracksuit was tight around the bottom, which accentuated it. Her thighs were similarly a little thicker than perfect, but it turned me on. She was a good couple hundred metres away, so I looked around for something to see better with. I grabbed the binoculars on my desk and turned out the light. I took up position again at the window and focused ahead. Her feet looked sexy with red nails, and I trailed upwards. She had her back to me, and her fat ass looked even bigger. You could quite clearly see the panty line - not a thong, but certainly not conservative. A large proportion of her butt would be visible without those pants. I went further, past the arch at the bottom of her back and to her broad shoulders. She turned around, staring down at the packaging of some microwave meal and walking toward the bin by the back door that I was peering into. Her boobs were plump, no doubt helped into a healthy size by the few extra pounds she was carrying. The top was zipped not all the way up, and it seemed obvious that she wasn't wearing a t shirt. What was more, the way her boobs sagged a bit suggested she wasn't wearing anything at all. I felt the blood rush to my cock as I realised under her sweats she was just in skimpy panties. Why Mr Moore wasn't rushing home to strip his wife and fuck her fleshy body I don't know. Guess his secretary was hotter. As she slipped the packaging into the bin she looked up and straight at me. Shit. I darted back. I was sure she couldn't see me - it was a dark room and a long way away - but I couldn't be sure. I stayed out of view for the rest of the night. *** The next day I didn't go out into the garden, but I did wander around the house naked with the blinds open. I figured that was a good compromise - I was within my own home. It being a Saturday, both the Moores were at home. I saw him mowing the lawn in his weekend shorts and polo t shirt, looking like a jackass. So sensible and boring. The day was long and dull. I smoked a joint on our porch (with shorts on) and watched TV. At around 3 I looked out of my bedroom again. Both the Moores were outside, grilling some ham on a BBQ. She was wearing little khaki shorts that showed off her thick, milky legs. Her t shirt was plain, but with her arms and neck exposed I got a good look at her body. Her large breasts were busting out of the outfit. How I wanted to sink my face into them and squeeze with my fingers. That night, feeling bold from a few beers, I resumed my spying position by my window. I looked out at their house from mine several times. They spent the evening silently watching TV, her in her sweats again. I returned every ten minutes or so to check. As I watched her through the binoculars, I slipped my shorts off and stood there, naked, stroking my cock, imagining being enveloped by her spongy older body. At about 11:30 I saw them tidying the room, rearranging the cushions. He was in his sensible clothes, with his practical watch and neat hair, putting the room back to respectable order. No trace of life was left as they headed upstairs. The light went on in their bedroom, opposite to mind, and they busied themselves getting ready. He went into their en suite, returning in his underwear as she made the bed. He walked up to her, tooth brush in mouth, and spanked her. She didn't react. He reached out and groped her plump ass. I groped my penis, hoping I'd be seeing some action. I was certainly living out my fantasies vicariously through him. He went back into the bathroom. Coming out again minus toothbrush he put his thumbs into his waistband and pulled down, his little penis exposed. He jerked it until it was a moderately respectable size. No wonder she always looked undersexed. Walking up to her again he put his arms around her and squeezed her tits through the fabric. He reached to her zip and pulled down, allowing her top to come open and her breasts to be exposed. I was in heaven. Her bra was purple and lace. Shame she was wearing one today but hey I wasn't complaining. But then she walked forward and drew the blinds abruptly. Fuck! Still, it had been good while it lasted. I went to my bed and lay down. I imagined Mrs Moore being fucked, right now. I thought of her in her back, her thick legs opened, allowing her husband to slip his cock into her wet pussy. I came a lot. *** Monday morning came around and my folks were due to be home at the end of the week. What with it being a working day, the neighborhood was empty. So I decided on a bit of nude sunbathing. No one was going to catch me today. It was still cool when I went out, being the morning, and lay down with my penis flopped limply on my leg as I relaxed. I drifted in and out of sleep blissfully. I had that odd sensation of being watched, but I scanned the skyline above the fence and saw no lights on or figures in the windows. At around midday, I got up and headed indoors for something to eat. As I was tucking into some cold pasta from last night, I heard a ring at the door. Jumping into my shorts I headed through the dark corridor to the sound of ringing. A female figure was silhouetted in the frosted glass. I opened. Mrs Moore was stood in front of me. "Hi," she said, smiling slightly but barely. She was in her khaki shorts and white top. Her boobs looked even bigger and her hips rounder than through the binoculars. I felt a little guilty in the back of my mind speaking to the woman I had been ogling. "We haven't spoken for a while, I'm Mrs Moore from number 10, next door." "Sure, I remember you." "Well, I know your folks aren't home, but I'd seen you about. We got some mail delivered through our door so I was just bringing it around." "Oh, thanks a lot, yeah, I'll take it." She handed me some bills. Her eyes were green and piercing, something I'd failed to notice at long range. "One other thing. I lent your mom a bucket and mop the other week, and I was hoping to get it back." She had a neutral accent, not quite from anywhere other than suburbia. Clear, flat, not low but not quite feminine. "Oh sure, it'll probably be in the kitchen, I'll fetch it for you. Come in, please." She walked across the threshold with her bare feet. Her toenails were pink today. I liked a woman who showed off her feet. They would be lovely to lick, kiss and suck. I turned and headed inside. She followed. "Sorry about the mess Mrs Moore, I've had the place to myself and last night a few buddies came round." "Don't mention it, I understand." It was still kinda embarrassing, all the shit everywhere on the floor. "Is this it?" "Yes, that's it, thank you very much. I was going to clean my kitchen floor this afternoon, although I'm not sure if I've got time, I'm working from home and have a proposal to finish." She fixed me a look with her green eyes. Her lips displayed a subtle pink lipstick, and there was a dash of mascara. Other than that, her skin was clear. Funny though, I thought, to wear any makeup when you're sat at home in old clothes. Maybe she was planning on humping that night and wanted to seduce her boring as shit husband. "Oh I see," I replied, completely not interested in her goddamn cleaning. She turned and walked to the door. I was able to see her ass close up and took the opportunity. It was pretty impressive. As I said, bigger than I'm sure she would have liked, but my cock certainly liked it, and I got a semi as I watched her wiggle away. The smell of her hair wafted toward me. Her silky brown locks shone to the accompanying scent of some flower - feminine and very alluring indeed. "You know," I ventured, surprised at the words coming outta my mouth. "I don't have anything to do and am frankly a little bored. If you're as busy as you say, I don't mind doing your floor for you." "Oh, nonsense, I wouldn't dream of asking." "Hey, I would like to. As I say I don't have anything." "That's such a generous offer, at least let me pay you for your time though." "Don't worry about it. I start a job next week and was working for a month at the beginning of summer, so I don't need money. Let's just say you owe me a favor or something, you know, when I need neighbourly help." "You have yourself a deal young man." Suddenly she flashed me a smile, her otherwise expressionless and slightly sour face radiated joy. Her teeth were straight and white, looking like an expensive job had been done on them. They clearly weren't worn away by swallowing too much of her hubby's cum. "I didn't realise what a gent I had next door!" "Oh, naw, as I say you're practically doing me a favour. Just let me get a shirt on." "Oh," she laughed exuberantly. "I was kinda enjoying the view!" I was taken aback slightly at this forward comment. Still, roll with it, man. "Haha, well, if you don't mind, it's real hot today..." "No, come in just the shorts, that's fine. You're doing me a solid." I found myself walking in just shorts over her lawn to her front door. We walked in silence. I just imagined her in her bed, lying back against the fresh pillows, with her legs open, her wet pussy ready for my penis to slip in. "The kitchen is just through there. If you could give it a general clean I'd be so grateful. I'll come out in a bit and get you something to drink." I was alone in her kitchen. I looked around. There was just one photo of her and her husband, a predictably boring one. God that guy was a jerk. As the bucket filled with water, I walked over to the door and looked over to my place. My window was clearly visible - it looked a lot nearer this way round. As I got down on my knees and started scrubbing I slightly regretted my decision. What the fuck had I been thinking? I wasn't gonna do anything with this woman, but I was now tiring myself out with boring manual labor. After about 40 or so minutes I was doing the last of it. I squeezed the mop into the bucket, rearranged the furniture so it'd be as neat as Mr Tidy wanted, and went to find Mrs Moore. She was on her knees in what appeared to be an office. She was obviously fixing something under the desk. "Hi Mrs Moore. I'm done." "Oh, thanks, I'll be just out." As she wiggled backwards, I checked out her big old ass. Her panties were peeping out of the top. They were red and lacy, and I felt a thrill rush through me. Between this and the other night, I had managed to find out that she regularly wore bright, sexy lingerie. Who would have guessed under her plain clothes. "Let me get you something to drink, you must be thirsty after that! I'm so grateful to you!" We walked into the kitchen and she served me some juice with ice. She started to ask about my life, college, what I was up to. She revealed she and her husband had been married about 15 years, although said little else. As the conversation drew to a close, I started for the door. "I'll let you get on with your work. Thanks for the drink Mrs Moore." "Oh no, thank you. And if there's anything you need, just let me know. Actually, if you're kicking around the place on your own in this heat, perhaps you'd like to use our pool some time?" Pool? Amazing! She explained that their basement house a swimming pool and gym, which I didn't know. I thanked her and said I'd love that. "OK, well how about tomorrow afternoon? I go out to work at 1, so if you come over right before then I can let you in. Your seem like a trustworthy young man." "Gee, that'd be great Mrs Moore, I'd love it." We said our goodbyes and took one last look at those thick milky thighs before going home to beat my meat and imagine her... *** Tuesday afternoon rolled around, and I walked over to the Moores in just my swimming shorts. She opened the door. "Hello again," she smiled. "Nice to see you again, come in." "And you Mrs Moore. Thanks a lot." We walked inside. "How are you today?" "Good thanks, and you?" "Not too bad either." She was in her work clothes. Her heels, skirt and white blouse. Her hair done up. Makeup on. In short, super sexy. Commanding. She looked a million miles hotter than the usual frumpy housewife. She showed me to the pool and we chatted. "The towels are there. I've gotta go, but just make sure you lock the door when you leave. I've left the keys by the door, and you can drop em by later." She left, and the house was still and silent. I went for my swimming. But without the shorts. After an hour of skinny dipping, I grew bored. I got out and towelled off. Then I decided to take the opportunity to explore. Naughty but hey, who'd know. I walked up to their bedroom. It was still and neat. The bed sheets were clean and tucked in. I walked toward her drawers. Finding her underwear, I looked in. I took out some sexy looking red panties, followed by a black lace thong. Her bras all matched. There was lace, color, little bows... all that. She had class and it was really turning me on. There were some stockings and even a suspender belt. I imagined her wearing them as her husband fucked her. Fantasy in Suburbia Then, at the bottom, I made a discovery. A large black dildo sat proudly. I switched it on to the setting it was turned to and it almost span out of my hands. She could really take a pounding! Then I did something a little weird. I slipped on her thong. It was too big around the hips... she really was curvy. But I was a turn on. I on their bed, gently masturbating through her panties with another pair in my hand. I realized how turned on I was. In half a minute I was ready to cum, so I did! I sprayed all over my chest. Cleaning up, I realised that I'd sprayed some juice over her thong. I took it downstairs with me, put on my shorts and headed home. *** When I was at home I was hard again just thinking about Mrs Moore. A thought struck me - I really fancied her suddenly. It was the plainness, the next door everyday-ness of her, but the undercurrent of sexuality that I had uncovered that really got me going. I decided that I was going to try my luck. After all, her husband was obviously not paying her much attention. She had implied as much earlier when she mentioned he was away on business, as he often was. She sounded almost pissed, and I had wondered whether she harboured suspicions about his fidelity. So I lit up a blunt and assessed my options. The keys I had would provide a great excuse to see her... *** So that was how I found myself heading over Mrs Moore's lawn on Tuesday night. The air was cool but still comfortably warm. There were crickets singing somewhere. I was barefoot, but in chinos and a shirt, no underwear. I walked up to the door. I knocked once. I felt my heart pounding, the heat in my chest rising in anticipation. I checked my armpits, sniffed for the scent of cologne on my rest and put on a smile. The door opened and there was Mrs Moore. "Good evening, how nice to see you." "You too, Mrs Moore." "Do come in. Did you enjoy your swim today?" "Very much so," I replied, entering the house. Her hair was down and heels off, but skirt and blouse still on. "I just came to bring your keys back." "Oh, that's kind of you. Yes, just stick them in the kitchen if you would, I'm getting changed." I walked into the kitchen as she headed back upstairs. Dumping them on the counter I walked back into the hall. "Done!" I shouted up. "Thanks, come up I'm at the top of the stairs!" she replied. I walked up. Ahead of me, at the end of the landing, I saw her. She was facing away, he sweatpants on, but topless. Her white back was exposed, looking muscular yet fleshy. She slipped on the top and I heard it zip. She turned round and looked startled. "Oh, forgive me, I was just changing." She was back to plain housewife, but I just found her sexier. It was the ultimate next door fantasy. She wobbled out, her curvy body stretching the material. Her hips especially looked so wide. "Would you like some wine?" she offered. "I've just opened a bottle and really don't wanna polish it off on my own." "Sure, thanks." Back in the kitchen, she poured me a glass. It was red. I didn't really know much about wine, but it seemed decent. I took a sip and looked at her. She was staring straight at me. There was a pause. "Let's sit on the sofa rather than standing here." She turned and let me to the other room. I watched her chubby ass wiggle the whole way. I noticed her panties peering above her waistband - a purple thong! As I'd seen earlier that she wasn't wearing a bra. She curled up on the sofa next to me and I checked out her sagging boobs. Big, and definitely no support. I could just about make out her nipples. I quickly regained eye contact and hoped she hadn't caught me peaking. "So," she said, and proceeded to ask me about family, college and life generally. For half an hour we chatted, and the wine flowed. After an hour, we were both very tipsy as the bottle was polished off. She asked about girlfriends. I told her I didn't have one. Being slightly drunk we were being more personal than usual. I told her about my ex, about the terrible blowjobs, and Mrs Moore giggled. "I have to say I just don't get girls who don't like sucking cock." This was a real turn on, hearing her use phrases like that. "I mean," she slurred slightly. "I'm a hot blooded female. Sure, I've had a few nights with women, but I love men. So I just fucking need to have a cock regularly. And one in my mouth is so great." "Oh yeah?" "Yeah! Hell yeah! All meaty in my mouth, and I love being submissive, having a guy hold my hand as I kneel under him. Oh gosh, I shouldn't be saying all this, forgive me!" "You go for it, Mrs Moore!" I said. This was fucking great! "Well I'm old enough to be your mother you know..." "How old are you?" "You should never ask a woman her age!" she giggled. "Aw come on, you're hardly old." "I'm 45." "No way!" "Yes way! Why, how old do I looked?" "Like, 35?" "Well, that's very generous of you, but you're being kind. Such a gent!" We kept eye contact. "If truth be told, I do find you kinda hot, Mrs Moore!" She gasped, feigning horror, and slapping my thigh lightly. "You naughty young man!" she exclaimed, but smiled. She was flattered. "OK, I'll tell you something in return. I've seen you sunbathing naked out there and I have to say I liked what I saw..." I goddamn knew it. "Oh yeah? Shit. That's embarrassing." "Oh don't be embarrassed. That penis of yours looks impressive!" This was getting me hard. My pants were already exposing a bulge. I liked where this was going, so pressed on, seeing my chances improve. She was giggling and smiling, no longer the sourpuss of before. She was all milf, the sweatpants tight around her thick thighs. "I'm not that big?" "You're bigger than my husband, that's for sure." "Really? Would you like him to be bigger?" "Of course. As I've said honey I like cock. The bigger the better. Besides..." She paused. "What?" "No, I shouldn't say, I've had too much to drink." "I won't repeat. Go on, tell me." "Well, I'm not convinced he's that into me sexually. About once a month we'll, you know, make love, but other than that he doesn't show me attention. And he always has to jerk himself to get an erection, or have me blow him." "So you reckon he's having an affair then?" "Yeah. Well, it's more than that. I don't think it's with another woman." "...Oh..." I really didn't know what to say. She started to explain how she'd noticed him checking out other guys, or suspected he was. One day she'd found gay porn on his computer, but he insisted he'd just been bored and curious about what went on between two men in a relationship. And he loved her to be bent over when they fucked, and always tried to fuck her ass. She liked anal, she said, but not every time! She only got her pussy serviced about once every 3 months. That's 4 times a year. And when she'd blow him, he'd close his eyes. What's more, his business trips always involved the same guy from work, and she knew they shared a bedroom in their hotels. "Look, it's getting late, I shouldn't be telling you this. You'd better go." She stood up. I followed, but she didn't move. We were standing next to each other. We stared into each other's eyes. There was a tense pause. I leaned in and our lips made contact. Suddenly we were kissing. At first softly, then furiously. Our tongues worked round the other's mouth. I withdrew and bit her neck. She gasped. My hands went down the back of her and squeezed the massive ass. It was exactly how I thought - big, plump, not quite in shape but good enough. I fondled and rubbed it with passion. We were kissing again as I slipped my hand into her sweats and gripped the cold flesh of her fat, fat butt. I felt the material of her thong stretched over it. She took a step back and looked at me. Suddenly she unzipped her top and I heard it fall on the carpet. Her giant breasts fell out. They were round and plump, and sagging slightly, although not too badly. Her pink nipples were firm, and she rubbed them. Her stomach was a little bigger than perfection, but again I found it sexy. I walked over and squeezed them, giving her boobs the same treatment as her buttocks. She moaned. Quickly, I grabbed her pants and pulled them down. I slid outta my shorts and started undoing my shirt as she wiggled out of her thong. I could smell her pussy. It was completely shaved. Her hips were wide, and her thighs thick, although with no trace of cellulite. As I stood there naked with my penis bobbing in front, she dropped to her knees and gobbled my penis. The head went in while her tongue stroked the underside. She took it deeper, her firm lips acting like a vagina around my foreskin, pulling it back and forth into the warm moisture. Her hands reached around and gripped my ass. Just as I was settling into this, hear mouth let my cock go with a pop and she started on my balls, licking so softly and gently I could barely feel them. Tingles shot through me. She then took each ball into her mouth and lovingly sucked. I could hear her breathing heavily. I could also feel myself cumming. "Fuck, we gotta get on with this you know. I'm gonna blow!" So she let me go and pushed me chest. I fell back onto the couch. She grinned wickedly. I took in her plump, fleshy, white body as she walked toward me. She was all woman. One thigh went over one of mine, then the other went across the other. She mounted me, her hands on my shoulders. I gripped my cock so it pointed upwards. She then lowered herself. I will never forget the sensation as her pussy made contact with my pulsating head. Her lips were wet and warm, and soft. As they enveloped my penis I shuddered with arousal. I went in all the way first time. She was of average tightness, but it felt better than anything I'd had before. "Oh!" she moaned, slowly rising up and down. As her lips slid up and down my cock I could feel myself stirring already. "Shit! That feels amazing!" I cried, my voice shaking. "Same for me! I haven't had a penis this big for... so... long!" she moaned. She leaned forward and sucked my neck. I put my hands round and grabbed handfuls of her fat ass. "Yeah... squeeze me... oh baby..." "Yes Mrs Moore! Oh my god!" Her pussy was going up the whole way and taking my whole cock before bringing the tip right to the edge of her entrance. I wasn't far from completion. "You love... fucking your older neighbour... don't you!" she breathed into my ear. "Yes Mrs Moore, I love you plump older body, you absolute slut!" I spanked her and she squealed. I did it again. "Harder! I can take more punishment than that!" So I complied. I was slapping and slapping her ass as I felt her pussy muscles contract around my cock. "Oh Mrs Moore, I'm gonna cum!" "Hold it!" "I can't! I can't! Oh, Mrs Moore, this is it!" As my fingers dug into her fleshy ass I lost it. I pumped and pumped, filling her pussy with my cum. "OHH!!" I moaned, my eyes closing as my body tensed. She slowed down, and after 30 seconds stopped completely. I laughed. She laughed with me. "That was amazing!" I panted. I lay there. She removed her pussy, and I heard it slime off of my cock. As she turned around I slapped her right buttock. "The pleasure was all mine. I haven't had a cock like that in a while." She walked over to the table and took a glug of water. "Sorry for finishing so quickly, your pussy was just unbelievable." "Oh, you're not done yet mister." She said with authority, and walked back. Leaning in, she kissed me wetly. Her tongue then traced my lips. I put my hands to her thick, warm thighs and stroked. "Come with me. You're going to eat my pussy." She took my hand and led me upstairs to her bedroom in silence. I watched her beautiful ass sway, the slight dimples appearing in the folds. At the foot of her bed she let me go. She crawled onto it, and I saw her dripping wet pussy as she went. At the pillows she turned around and spread her legs. "Come on then, big boy, show me what you imagined when you stared through your window." I chuckled. She had caught me after all. I walked over to her and mounted the bed... On all fours, I looked straight at her gleaming vagina. But I instead turned my lips down towards those feet that I'd been spying. I placed my lips tenderly on her right foot and kissed. I kissed up to her ankle and down again. Then I moved over to the left foot, kissing up and down. I kissed her cute little toes with pink nails. I could hear her breathing heavily. That was the only sound. My hands went to her right ankle. I lifted her foot up and toward my face. I slipped her big toe into my mouth and sucked. I was properly blowing it! And Mrs Moore loved it. I sucked, before moving onto her other toes. I did the same to her other foot for a good couple minutes. I then kissed the inside of her right calf, slowly, delicately, wetly. I reached her knee, and then onto her thigh. I moved to the other side, repeating the process, teasing her. The skin was soft, white and milky. Mrs Moore was moaning. "Come on!" she begged. "Just eat my pussy already!" I chuckled. I was loving teasing her. I went even slower, sliding my tongue across the vast expanse of thigh. They were even thicker naked. As I reached the top I could smell her lovely vagina. Put her out of her misery I though. So I placed my lips on her lips - her pussy lips. She gasped. I gently moved my tongue up and down her slit, slowly entering. Once I found her clitoris I flicked it up and down with my tongue. She was in heaven now. Her eyes were closed, and her hands reached down to grab my hair. She dragged it to go faster. I complied. My tongue was deep in her folds now, and I added two fingers into her hole. She was practically screaming. "Yes, yes! Make me cum, please, please, make me cum!" Her body was rocking up and down, and I was having trouble keep it all focused. I was rock hard again, so I thought I would use my penis instead. Letting go of her, I shuffled up between her thighs, my body engulfed by them. I put my penis to her entrance and slipped in. She moaned so loudly as I went all the way in. Her eyes closed again and her head went back. She was tossing around. I held her warm thighs, digging my nails in, and thrusting in and in, as far as I could go. As I pumped away I looked above. Mrs Moore's eyes were closed, so I stared at her bedside table. There was a photo of her and her husband together. Stupid asshole! I took great joy in fucking his wife since he wasn't doing it. Obviously, he had his hard cock deep in some young man's butt right now. Or maybe the guy's cock was in his mouth. Either way, I was taking good care of his undervalued wife. "Oh, yes! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" she cried. "Harder baby! Harder my little... toy... boy!" She shuddered and screamed. My penis suddenly felt her whole pussy contract as it flooded with juices. "Ahh!" she moaned. I pumped again and again. Her cries subsided. I collapsed on top of her and bit her neck. She lay there, panting like she'd run a marathon. I softly and tenderly planted wet kisses all over her cheeks. She threw her arms around me. "You enjoy that?" "God yes... it was incredible." "When did you last have your pussy eaten like that?" "Not since... well, if truth be told, since I was eaten by a colleague." "Oh yeah?" I lay next to her and tickled her stomach gently. "What happened?" "Yeah. We were drunk. It was a Christmas party at the office. Anyway, co-worker, Clarissa, well she was sorta flirting. One thing led to another and... you know..." "Oh come on, tell me more," I begged. "Oh you little pervert. Well, we went outside for a smoke together and she suddenly kissed me... and I found myself responding. So she suggested we go back to hers. I'd been with other girls before a couple times, so I thought what the hell. Turns out she had a bit of practice and it kept me going for a while." "Did you ever repeat?" "No, and she moved to another company a couple months later, but I regularly imagine it when I'm getting my monthly screwing," she said bitterly. We lay in silence for a little while, and then eventually both fell asleep... *** The next morning I woke up alone in bed. I thought about the night before, how I had seduced my next door neighbor, and we'd fucked and sucked in front of the photo of her husband. I slipped out of bed, naked, and walked on the soft carpet to the door. It was 9:30 and still fairly cool, although outside the blue sky hinted at a hot day. I could hear cooking sounds as I reached the stairs. Walking down and into the kitchen, I saw Mrs Moore standing in a black robe by the stove. She was cooking bacon. "Morning, lover!" she smiled. Her hair was tousled, and the robe went only so far as her mid thigh, showing off her thick, milky legs. Her breasts were pushed into the material, and as I drew closer I could see her nipples poking through. Her flesh looked soft and suckable. "Good morning." "Just cooking us some breakfast. Maybe you'd like some coffee too?" We sat at the table to eat, me naked, her squeezed into a little silk robe. Chatting idly, as we finished up we turned to last night. "So I really enjoyed our little meeting yesterday. I haven't been fucked like that in a very long time." "Yeah," I smiled. "So did I. I'd been fantasizing about you for a while, and what lay under that tracksuit of yours..." She laughed. "Well, it was great, but you gotta remember that I have a husband. And I'm not sure he'd be too pleased if he knew we were fucking. The odd screw he'd overlook, but the boy next door rutting his woman in his bed, not so much." "Yeah, sure, I understand. So are you saying that you'd be up for more." "Well, to be honest, I hadn't given it much thought. But I suppose I'd certainly be open to sleeping with you once in a while. I think I'd need it." "How about now?" I asked cheekily. "Oh you are a wicked boy, aren't you." She stood up and walked over to be. I fondled her ass through the material. "You know what would turn me on more than fucking you right here right now?" "What?" she fixed me a wicked grin. "How about taking this outside..?" Her smile widened. "I'm ready when you are, big boy." At that, she opened her dressing gown and let it drop to the floor. I stared at her large, slightly sagging breasts, before she turned and walked out. Her massive ass wobbled behind. I slipped off my trousers and followed her. I had to have that ass, I decided. Outside, there was a slight breeze, and it was sunny. I could hear the birds chirping in the trees. I couldn't see any signs of life in the nearby houses. Mrs Moore was ahead of me. In the middle of her back yard she turned around and looked into my eyes. I reached her and our bodies touched. Her hands went around me, caressing up and down, as we kissed. "You got me thinking last night, when you said you like anal sex..." "Oh yeah? You really do have a dirty mind don't you!" she laughed. She knew what I wanted. "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere!" "You think I would?" She went into the house and I stood alone, admiring the perfect morning. After a couple of minutes she jogged out, her breasts swaying from side to side. She had lube in her hand, and began to apply it to my erect cock as I squeezed her chest. "OK, big boy, go slowly with your older neighbour," she winked as she turned and got to her knees. Her huge ass was open in front of me. It looked paled and wobbly. I slapped and she squealed. So I slapped again, remembering how she'd liked it yesterday. Her hole was lubed up already, so I gently slipped a finger in. She moaned. Fantasy in Suburbia I got to my knees, feeling the dry grass under me, and stuck another in. I moved in and out and circled. After a minute or so I decided she was ready. "OK, Mrs Moore, I'm going in." I spanked her again. She wiggled her butt. "Come on big boy, I'm waiting for you," she cooed. I placed my bulbous head by her widened entrance and slowly eased in. It was so tight! And wet, thanks to the lubricant. "Oh, baby! Yes, fuck my ass!" She was surprisingly dirty. Not the prim housewife you normally see. I thrust and thrust. I went deeper. My hands were grabbing her butt, whole chunks of flesh in my palms. I spanked her right buttock, then left. I leaned forward and grabbed her hair, pulling back, continuing the spanking with the other hand. After only a couple of minutes, I was close. "I'm coming Mrs Moore!" "Cum on me baby! On me!" she cried. So I slipped out and she rolled onto her back, her legs open, just as I squirted all over her stomach. Her soft belly was covered with my semen that shot out for a good ten seconds. I fell back and we both lay there, looking up at the sky, in the great outdoors... *** Well, her husband was due back that afternoon, so we tidied up and I went home. I caught up on some sleep. That night, before bed, I looked out across to the Moores' house with my binoculars. He was walking around getting ready for bed. Then, as I was about to leave, I saw her walk to the window. She was completely naked. Mrs Moore winked as she drew the blinds. This was going to be an interesting arrangement... Fantasy in the Dark It's dark. The stillness of night is heavy on me and I lay alone in bed, the only thing keeping me company is thoughts of you. The beautiful girl that brightens my day. The beautiful girl that lightens my night. As I lay alone this night I wish for you next to me. Holding me. Kissing me. Touching me. Far away you lay in your own bed. I wonder if you think of me, in the depths of night, laying alone. I wonder if you wonder if I'm thinking of you. The anxiety grips my chest like a vice. I wish for you. Long for you. Crave for you. I think of your face. Your beautiful face. Your mouth. I think of the way it moves and the words it forms. I dream of words coming out. The fluid movements of speech. I think of what you would say, could say. I think of what I want you to say. Snapping back to reality, I glance at the empty side of my bed. The sheets are crisp, blankets smooth. I'm alone. Cold. Naked. Alone. I close my eyes and imagine you here. Feeling your hand reach out for me in the darkness. Sliding over my hip as I lay on my side facing where you would be. Moving closer, your hand sliding over my bare back. I too, would move my arm over your body. Holding each other close in this cold Autumn night. Keeping each other company. Keeping each other warm. Pulling you closer, your breasts touch mine. I wind my legs around you, feeling like knots. Not letting you go. Keeping you with me. Never wanting to let go. My imagination takes hold. I'm not asleep, but dream all the same. You lips find mine. Kissing me. Caressing my lips with your tongue. I invite you in. So gentle. So sensual. I pull back slightly, lightly sucking your bottom lip. Letting go I trail my tongue over it. Your breath tickles. It pleasures. It excites. My senses go wild. I want you. I need you. You are with me. In my thoughts. My dreams. My fantasies. Turning you over, I roll on top of you. Holding myself up, our kiss gets deeper. My hands stroke your body. Smooth and bare. Pulling away I find your neck. Kissing you softly, I feel your breath quicken. The skin on your neck is smooth and even my lips feel rough Trailing my tongue down your neck, stopping often to kiss you. The reactions of your breathing. The movements you make. It starts fires within me. Pulling away I look you in the eyes. Tracing my finger down your nose I marvel in your beauty. Sliding across your lips I replace my finger with a soft kiss. Continuing the trail, my finger slides down your throat. Down your neck. Across your collar bone. Over your breast. I rest my fingertip on your left nipple. Swirling around your nipple, I draw circles upon your skin. Swirling around and around. Circles getting bigger and bigger until they encompass your whole breast. Closing in, decreasing the size of the circles I hone back in. Once upon your nipple again, I once again replace my finger with my mouth. Closing over it, I feel it tightening in my mouth. The tip of my tongue finds it. Encircles it. Then flicks it. Your chest rises. My breathing quickens. Kissing across your breast I make my way to the other. Licking firmly over your nipple I hear you moan. A wave of pleasure goes through my body. Sucking softly, we both breath deeper and deeper. I take my weight on my knees. Both hands clutching yours. My tongue trails down your stomach. Down. Across. Up. Down. Tasting your skin. Sporadically kissing you. Nibbling on you. My tongue follows the contours under your ribs. My lips touch your stomach. My teeth find your sides. My tongue outlines your navel. My lips brush your lower belly. My teeth nibble your hip bones. My tongue licks down the crease of the top of your thigh. You moan. I sigh. I sweep my tongue over your most sacred place. Up the crease over your other thigh. Your hips rise. I slide between your legs and my hands reach under your bum. Licking you gently from bottom to top, you curse under your breath. I restrain from sinking my tongue inside of you. I stay gentle. Soft. Delicate. You press against me. Wanting more. Needing more. I feel in control. Pulling back almost altogether I slightly touch you. The most sensitive spot. Having to use a mildly firmer touch, I flick quickly over it. Your reactions are instantaneous. My reactions to yours are just as so. Tongue sliding up, I press in. The taste of you fills my senses. The sounds of you fill my ears. I take my time. Enjoying you. You enjoying me. Bringing my hand up, I trace the path my tongue made with my finger. Then, moving my finger downwards, I slide it inside of you. Gasping, you sit up slightly. I keep my finger still and continuing the flicking of my tongue on you. Pushing my tongue firmly down on you I feel the pulsating within. Throbbing. Sliding my finger slowly out, I replace it with two. Sliding back in I push upwards towards the spot of pleasure. Your moan fills the stillness of the night. Hearing my name come from your mouth excites me in a way you will never know. The wetness inside of you excites my mind. Tantalises my taste buds. Holding back is getting harder and harder. I want you more than you could ever want me. I want to take you, take you there. Take you to a place you have never been before. Pushing both fingers in again, I rub that spot, slowly. In. Out. In. Out. Flicking you with my tongue. Fast. Your breathing speeds up. Faster. You moaning is getting louder. Filling my ears. Cursing aloud. Saying my name aloud. Working you. Showing you. Loving you. You beg me to speed up my fingers. I refuse. I slow down. Increase the pressure on your g spot. Increase the speed on your clit. Tracing circles inside of you with my fingers. Slowly, strong and purposefully. Tracing circles outside of you with my tongue. Fast, light and teasing. My head is spinning. My breathing ragged. Your body is moving. Your moaning is getting louder. Pausing my tongue, I stop to suck gently on your clit. Running my tongue around it. Your hips push towards my face with every suck. Moaning and cursing. Saying my name. I want to tell you how good you taste But I cant tear myself away from you. Giving you pleasure is all I can do All I can think about. I want to do it now. And again. And again. Licking and flicking again I listen to you. Hear the things I know you want me to do. Listen to you. Read you. My tongue and my fingers are becoming one with you. As you move with me. I move with you. Pushing you. Finding the ledge. The step is there and I want to take you to it. The consistency for now is all that you need from me. I feel you tighten around my fingers and feel a rush between my legs. I strive to continue although its getting harder. Harder to move my fingers within you as you grab me. Harder to trace my tongue over you as you move up and down. Suddenly your moaning stops. The breathing stops. All is quiet. Raising up. Your body moves slowly off the bed. Then comes crashing down. Your screams pierce the silence. Resting my tongue on you, I feel your clit throb. Again. And again. The waves of pleasure you feel. I feel too. In my fingers the clenching is stronger And stronger. I continue to slide my fingers in and out. Pushing harder on your G Spot. Faster and faster. The cursing doesn't stop. It follows the moaning. Over and over. To make you come again is my paramount concern. Feeling that power again is imperative to my being at the time. Experiencing you. Experiencing this. I start to feel more aggression. Pushing you further. Fucking you with the last of my being. Fucking you for its all that I want. Fucking you is what I am living for. Pulling my mouth up I look at you. Seeing the look on your face. It gives me what I needed to go on. Making you cum I moan with you. Over and over. I feel it within me. As well as within you. Begging me to stop but holding me to you. Your leg finds its way over my shoulder. I push deeper, deeper this time. Feeling your wetness down my fingers. Using it to use you. Taking what I want. Giving what I can. Silence prevails once again. Its the one I've waited for. The one you have longed for. As you tighten around me I have no choice. No choice but to not move. I push my fingers up. Move my finger tips. All I can do as the sound explodes from you. Crashes around me. You release me for but a second I move again. You take me again. We fight over and over. I move, you hold. Cumming for me you collapse. I know there will be no more. Scanning your body as it moves. Your breathing is wild. Wetness encompasses you whole. Sweat shines in the moonlight. I look out the window at the moon. It look cold and empty. Just like my bed as I roll over. The sheets are still crisp, blankets smooth. I'm alone. Cold. Naked. Alone. And throbbing inside. Fantasy in the Mountains I see us in the mountains! Its so cold outside, we are cuddling by the fire laying naked on the bearskin rug( not very original but it'll due), holding hands, looking deep into each others eyes, and conversing. I smile and ask "What are you thinking?" You reply, "Nothing, except that I'm happy to be here lying next you realizing another one of your fantasies." I smile at what you said and think back to the days before when we talked about what I wanted for a treat. And how you were so happy to oblige me in giving me what I wanted and how you were so eager to spoil me the way only you do. You asked me what exactly it was that I wanted. I remember telling you in full detail that I wanted you next to me, in the mountains alone near no one. I wanted to be tied up, and spanked, I wanted to fuck for hour with nothing to interrupt our thoughts except for our own screams and moaning. I wanted you take me next to a roaring fire, I wanted you inside of me. I wanted you to be my first anal. You said you loved it. Still looking into my eyes you ask me if I want to try it again, I roll over and tell you to fuck me good hard this time, "No being a nice guy, you hear me!" You laugh and climb on top commenting that that's not what I said last time. "Whatever, just fuck me, you talkative bitch!" "Bitch huh? I'll show you!" "Good then give me what I need!" "My pleasure!!!!" Shoving your skilled tongue into my mouth I moan as you start rubbing your hands up and down my body feeling its smoothness, caressing ever single piece. I love it when you make love to me. You break the kiss leaving my mouth empty, I moan as you continue your rough assault on my body. You lick my neck in all the right places. You shift your weight you that your hard cock is near my center, you tease me sliding it up and down my cunt without abandon, though you still don't slide it into me. "Please" I call out give it to me now. You ignore my wants, continuing you suck my large nipples into your mouth sucking and biting .Im coming closer and closer to orgasm the feeling of your mouth on my breast , your cock rubbing up an down my cunt hitting my clit with every stroke up is killing me. I start cumming you feel my shaking and thrust your cock deep into my spasming box, bringing me to another orgasm on top of the last one never just down from the last you bring me another screaming orgasm with your cock. I want more you continue your deep, hard, fast strokes inside of me you kiss my mouth I kiss you back trying to swallow your tongue inside of my mouth, playing tongue wrestling with me you thrust harder and harder, my pussy spasms against your cock, tightening and tightening, you feel me walls contracting you cum inside me with a load groan, I can feel your hot, stick , cum shooting inside me. It feels so good, I want more and more, never wanting you to stop cumming inside of me. We lay there and bask in all of our glory, staying warm by the fire you slide out of me and pull me on top of you as your back hits the rug, I lay on top of you looking into the fire and seeing only you, my man... Fantasy in the Night ** Please feel free to leave comments about this story. Your comments will help me to write better stories in the future. Enjoy this one, it is short and to the point. ** Using soft and gentle caresses, he moved slowly up and down her voluptuous body. He was teasing her with his lips and tongue. He did not want to move to quickly, drawing out the pleasure so that she would have several orgasms before blasting his own tormented load of hot, sweet cum. He slowly moved his way down her sexy body. He wanted to kiss, lick and nibble every square inch of her. It was driving her crazy with passion. He was playing with her beautiful breasts and nipples. Her nipples were as hard as pebbles from all the attention they were receiving. He would flick her nipples with the tip of his tongue, and then suck them into his mouth. He gently nibbled around her nipples bringing goose bumps to the surface. She grabbed his head and tried to get him to pay attention to her pussy, but he quietly refused. Told her that he wants to make her cum just from the attention he was giving to her breasts. With a slight smile, he continued his efforts on her breasts. When he knew she was close, he flicked her clit with his thumb, soft and tender at first, then with more pressure as she started cumming. She was screaming in passion as she came. He stopped long enough to allow her to catch her breath, and then he slid down her body, spreading her legs so he could look at her pussy. He saw the cum dripping out of her pussy and was beside himself not to bury his face there and lick and suck all of her sweet juice from her pussy. He gently kissed her clit and then decided to torture her some more by kissing and nibbling on her thighs, getting close to her pussy lips, only to move away. When he had her moaning again from the passion of the moment, he quickly dove in using his tongue to flick her clit and open her lips so he could get to the sweet nectar flowing out of her pussy and down her ass. He worked magic with his tongue up and down the outside of her pussy. He would flick her clit and then drive his tongue deep inside. She was rocking her hips, wanting him to go faster but he would not. He decided to do something different than he had before. He grabbed her legs, pushed them up, and licked gently around her asshole, getting all of her sweet nectar that had run down it. He gently rubbed his tongue on her tight little asshole and she moaned. Her tight asshole quivered under his ministrations. He went back to fucking her hot tight pussy with his tongue. She rocked her hips in time with his deep plunges, while he rubbed her clit with his finger. She came so hard this time that she shot cum all over his face. He smiled and began to lick her nectar from his face, and then began to lick her clit again. She moaned repeatedly while he licked her clit and pussy. While he was licking her clit and pussy, he began to rub her asshole with his thumb; her asshole opened a little allowing him to put the tip of his thumb inside. She began to moan and move her hips, but he had another idea. He made her roll over onto her stomach, putting pillows under her hips to allow him to better see what he was doing. Once she was propped up the way he wanted, he began to lick her asshole again. She started moaning almost as soon as his tongue touched her asshole. He pushed his tongue deeper into it and she relaxed even more. When he had her quite open with his tongue, he shoved three of his fingers into her pussy and finger fucked her pussy while tongue fucking her ass. She screamed out in complete ecstasy and came repeatedly on his fingers and tongue. When she had caught her breath again, he came up behind her, grabbed her hips, and rammed his cock deep into her tight pussy. He moved his cock in and out slowly at first, building up the rhythm while he slowly inserted a finger into her ass. She quivered in pleasure from the fucking that she was getting, moaning and screaming when he thrust his cock and finger deeply into her body. He kept thrusting in and out until she orgasmed again before finally releasing his hot and steaming cum into her throbbing pussy while fingering her ass.