0 comments/ 91988 views/ 6 favorites Sneak Attack By: Nooge I see myself walking through a dark alley, perhaps going in the back way to our apartment. My husband is at home waiting for me to return from a night out with the girls... As I'm walking slowly into the alley, the brick street is damp with dew as it is only about 40 degrees outside after a day of unexpected heat with the temperature reaching almost 90. There is only one light in the alley that casts a ghastly yellow shadow on the left side of the apartment building. In this light, I am reminded of the many, many movies I have seen in which someone is murdered or raped in this kind of place and I begin to shiver, though it isn't completely from fear or the chilly weather. Secretly I have always fantasized about a role play *rape* where I am the victim. As I'm thinking of this I hear a scratching noise and freeze where I stand. Within a moment I realize that it only a cat or a mouse scrounging around for its dinner. As I begin my trek once more, my mind again wonders to previous thoughts of being *raped*. Though the thought excites me, it also somewhat frightens me, for what if the person who plays this role out isn't someone I can trust not to injure me in ways I can't recover from. But I can't let that thought stand in the way of my fantasy, for this fantasy plays across my mind in most instances where I am masturbating. This thought causes a dampness in the crotch of my jeans and I grin, for I know that my husband will be ready to taste that moistness when I get home. All of a sudden the breath is knocked from my lungs and I realize that I am pinned on the ground and not able to move. I am in shock and scared to death as I realize that my fantasy may be coming true, but not in a role play sense. As I try to scream and thrash about, I know that the person atop me is a male, not extremely large, but strong and solid. I can feel his hardness pressing at my butt cheeks and though I am scared witless, I find myself dampening at the feel of his manliness. He has strong hands and is holding my arms against the brick street so that I can't reach behind me. I feel his muscular leg spreading my legs with little to no effort and once again I fight the urges rising within me. I want this to stop but I want this to proceed just as much, I only fear that I will be physically hurt beyond my wildest expectations. I suppose he realizes that I have stopped struggling and am lost in my thoughts, as he lets my arms go, seeming to know that I will not fight with the urgency that I did before. I feel my shirt slide up my back roughly, and can feel him rip at my bra strap tearing the hooks from the material in preparation to abuse my large breasts. Once the bra is torn, he grabs my ass and turns me onto my back, his legs still covering mine, for he doesn't completely trust me yet not to run. Once on my back, I notice that he is wearing all black clothes and a full faced ski mask ( just like in the movies and I begin to shake and think to myself.. " maybe this is real and I wont' make it through this ordeal " so I try to fight him but find it useless as his strength rallies that of a bull in rut! He slaps my face and as the reality sets in he has time to rip my jeans open and pull them past my ass along with my panties. Once this feat is accomplished he slaps me again and uses that moment of shock to rip my button up shirt open exposing my bra. Tears begin to form in my eyes and I feel him grab the front of my bra and pull it above my breasts, making them stand out firm and rigid. I close my eyes, not knowing what to expect and suddenly I feel his hot breath close around my right nipple and shockingly my nipple responds to this by hardening into a tight knot. My reflexes cause my eyes to open and I see that he smiling around my nipple as he begins to tease it with his teeth, pulling and biting gently at first, then with quick forceful nips, causing my body to shiver in response. As he pulls away from my nipple, he flicks them both quickly with a very hot and wet tongue, then lowers himself between my thighs and slaps my moistening pussy with his bare hand, causing a sting, but one that it is enjoyable to me. Soon he realizes that I am no longer fighting his advances and rips my jeans off me completely, leaving my glistening pussy bare for the world to see. He looks into my eyes and smiles then reaches up and slaps my breasts hard, certainly leaving handprints across the tender flesh. As my body tenses with the pleasurable pain, he slaps my pussy hard, causing my breath to catch and my eyes to water. I look at him and moan, both in pain and in expectation of what more will come. He grabs my hair and rolls me over onto my back once again and breaths the words "Bitch, get on your knees!!" I do as he says and though the brick street should cause pain to shoot through my knees, I don't notice as he grabs one ass cheek in his hand and slaps the mounded flesh with his other hand. After the slap, he rubs the reddened flesh and kisses it quickly then jams himself inside me, taking me ferociously, pumping himself into me with a fury I thought never possible from a human! I scream because I can't help myself... though what is released from my lips surprises us both.." FUCK ME YOU SON OF A BITCH!!" "MAKE IT WORTH THE EFFORT!!" Soon, I begin to buck my ass against him, keeping his rhythm and creating an earthquake of flesh on flesh! In the back of my mind, I think that he can't possibly go on like this long, most men would spill themselves in a matter of moments, but I am once again proven wrong by this man. He continues to pound me from behind for what seems an eternity, slapping my ass and pulling at my hair until I feel that it will be ripped from the roots. Once I am weak and can no longer hold myself up, he pushes me over onto my back roughly, causing my head to hit the bricks, leaving a slight bump on the back of my head. He slaps me again and thrusts 3 of his fingers into me with the force of a grown man sparring in a boxing match. I can't help myself and I feel my pussy being to contract, knowing that I will cum soon and too shocked and electrified to care. I feel my body tense and it seems that I will lose consciousness with the force of the orgasm!! As my body is wracked with spasms, he grabs himself roughly and begins to jack off just over my mouth. In only a few stroke I see the drops of pre-cum form on the hole of his fat cock and my mouth begins to water. I watch him taking himself into his own hand and my pussy once again flows with the juices he has produced. He jacks himself quickly and with tremendous force. Soon his eyes shut tightly and his head is thrown back, his body rigid, and he lets a guttural grunt lose from his lips as his white, creamy cum sprays onto my lips and tongue. With no conscious effort of my own, I lean up and take him into my mouth, swallowing all of him and loving the taste of his spew. I lick my lips, cleaning the rest of him from my mouth and lick the tip of his cock, cleaning him well. Then I reach and take his hand, and suck the fingers that were thrust into my wet hole... cleaning them as well. As we lay on the brick street spent and both somewhat in shock, he leans over and kisses me fully, with a deep wet tongue and then bends down to my ear and whispers, " I love you ... let's go home" and I realize that my husband has satisfied my fantasy and I am none the worse for wear. He helps me up and rubs my face softly with his hands, matching the hand prints and treating them with kitten gloves. He promises that once we are home he will give me a hot bath and a massage to end the night, but that I should always be alert when alone, for I never who will be waiting to pounce on me. :o) Sneak Attack She tiptoes into the dark room, careful to not make any noise. He grumbles something and rolls onto his belly. She freezes, afraid he is waking up. He rubs his face into the pillow and settles into sleep. She stands still, waiting to hear his breathing pick up a constant rhythm. She silently removes her clothes, letting them drop quietly to the floor. She climbs in bed as if she were going to sleep, so he doesn’t wake up. She sneaks her hand to his back and traces light circles slowly up his spine. His muscles twitch in response. She scoots under the covers and places little kisses on his lower back. He grunts and shakes his hips. She runs her tongue gently across the top of each ass cheek, dipping into the cleft between the two. He moans and raises his hips slightly. She smiles as she runs her tongue down and around to nibble at the plump roundness of each cheek. He sucks his breath in and spreads his legs slightly. She smiles as she lowers her tongue and flicks it at the newly exposed flesh of his sack. He reaches around and grabs her by the hair and pulls her away as he rolls onto his back. She grins at him as she dips her head to kiss and lick his taunt stomach muscles. He groans and presses the back of her head. She licks down across his hips and traces lazy circles in his thick mass of course curls. He moves his legs farther apart in anticipation. She nips at the soft skin between his thigh and groin area. He jerks slightly. She runs her tongue down his inner thigh and flicks each of his balls as she crosses to the other leg. He inhales deeply and flexes his thigh muscles, pressing her head toward his swollen and aching member. She shakes her head out of his grasp and moves down to suckle his sack, drawing each one in to roll her tongue over and around. He pushes his hips forward and groans. She releases his warm flesh and flicks her tongue at the base of his throbbing erection. He rolls his head back and fort, smashing his face into the pillow. She runs her wet tongue up to the tip, flicking ferociously at the little divot. He jerks at her touch. She opens her mouth and gently runs her teeth over the smooth cap. He growls and grabs at her head. She swats his hands away as she wraps her lips around him. He stills at the feeling of her soft warm lips. A sigh escapes him. She laps her tongue around his head, dipping into the slit in the center. He bucks his hips at her. She slowly lowers her mouth, gently sucking. He grips the sheets tightly, enjoying her torture. She pulls him in and out of her mouth, applying more pressure as she goes. His breathing is ragged; he continues to bunch the sheets at his side. She quickens her pace, savoring the salty flavor of him. She rakes her nails down his stomach. He arches his back and stops her head mid stroke. She releases him and runs her tongue up his thickness one last time as he pulls her up on top of him. He grabs the back of her head and pulls her face to his, capturing her lips in a hungry kiss. His tongue impatiently invades her warm mouth. She responds eagerly. He runs his hands over her back and roughly squeezes her ass. She presses her hips into him. He slips his finger between her cheeks and rubs her puckered flesh. She moans into his mouth and raises her hips. He rubs his fingertips across her slick hot entrance. She breaks the kiss, breathing heavily. He runs his tongue teasingly across his open lips. Spreading her legs, she sits up on him and grinds her wetness into him. He grabs her hips and raises her slightly, tilting his hips forward and brings her down onto him slowly. She gasps as she feels him enter her. He stops her downward motion and moves his hips up and down, teasing her with the head of his dick. She grinds her teeth and pushes her hips forward. He pulls her quickly down, impaling himself deep in side her. She gasps at the sudden pressure of fullness. She looks down at his smiling face and begins to slowly rotate her hips. He tightens his grip on her waist, raising and lowering her as she moves on him. She moans loudly as he torments her with his thrusts. She digs her nails into his chest. He wraps his arms around her and pulls her to him, turning them over. He nibbles on her neck as he pummels his hips. She opens her legs wide and wraps them around his waist, meeting him thrust for thrust. He buries his head in her neck, biting at the throbbing pulse. She digs her nails into his back and bites his shoulder as the first wave hits her. She bucks uncontrollably beneath him. He feels her tighten around him and presses his face deeper into her neck as he feels the eruption near. He pounds into her, reeling at the electricity flowing through him. She screams out as the lightening bolt shoots through her. He pumps harder feeling himself hurl towards the edge. He throws his head back roaring at the sudden release as the explosion envelopes him. He collapses on top of her, completely spent. She pants heavily, feeling their sweat mingle on her belly. She drags a lazy arm up and caresses his neck. He kisses her shoulder and pulls from her, dropping exhausted next to her and gropes for the covers. She snuggles up to him and falls into a satisfied sleep before the covers touch her heated skin. He grins as he looks down at her. He loves when she sneaks up on him. Sneak Attack I never thought of myself as devious, but a few months ago, I engineered a sneak attack that worked out great; it ended up as a sneak attack on me too. I'm so thrilled I thought I would share it, but first a little background. I'm 6'6", 220 lbs., mid 50s, and workout regularly. I have average-sized sex organs and until the story I'm about to relate an average libido. I had my share of ass before I got married about twenty years ago, but no one but my wife since then. I never dated a woman shorter than 5'6", and I like big boned (though not fat) women. I am also a real tit man, usually the bigger (if natural) the better, and I especially like blonds. My wife is 5'10", 160 lbs., the same as when we got married, is naturally blond, and has a DD cup. My wife is great, except that she is the jealous type. I also love rough sex, and every woman I have been with -- all big women - liked it rough too. About five years ago I met Jill, the wife of one of my business associates. She is in her early forties, about five feet tall, maybe ninety five lbs., dark hair, with tits so small that unless she wears something really tight you don't even know they are there. While she has a real nice face it isn't movie star beautiful, or anything. She has a very good personality, but not one that would overwhelm you. She does have a real nice pelvis and ass, however. The one time I saw her in a bikini I almost embarrassed myself ogling them. Although Jill is definitely NOT my type for some reason that I cannot explain I have come to look on her as the sexiest woman I have ever seen. Maybe it's her pheromones? Maybe it's because I sense something mysterious about her? Whenever I see her we do have a nice rapport, but I don't really know if she has an attraction for me. I did like it when on two separate occasions she squeezed my biceps and shoulders and said something like "Nice." On two other occasions I playfully picked her up and spun her around, after which she said "Wow, thanks." However, she has made no real overt sign that she is interested in me sexually. A few months ago my wife and I had a theme party. Jill and her husband Jim, and about six other couples, came over. It was a great time, maybe in part because there was a lot of drinking. My wife got drunk (she rarely drinks in part because she does not hold liquor well despite her above-average size) and I carried her to bed about midnight. Jim passed out in the family room shortly after I deposited my wife in bed. Tom and Stacy, another couple at the party, passed out in the living room. I put the heads of all of the comatose people on pillows and covered them with light blankets. By 1 a.m. except for the drunks, Jill, and I, everyone else was gone. Jill was looped, but not close to passing out. She wanted me to lift Jim into their car and she would drive home but I convinced her she was past the legal limit, and she should stay in the guest room. When she agreed I lifted her up and carried her up the stairs to the guest room. She giggled the whole way, had one hand on my neck, and the other on a bicep. I bounced her on the queen size guest bed and said if there was anything she needed I would get if for her. She smiled and said thanks but she was all right. As I left I surreptitiously pushed up the thermostat control for the guest room, closed the door, and went to my room. I couldn't sleep at all, and not because my wife was snoring like a freight train (which she only does when drunk, and which means she won't be conscious for hours). Thinking of this inexplicably sexy woman no more than 40 feet away had me hard as a rock, and my mind totally shanghaied. I had already set the stage for my sneak attack and now had to decide if I would go through with it. I figured if I snuck in and had sex with her she may think it is her husband, or if she thinks it is an intruder I can go out the window; or maybe she won't even wake up (this last thought doesn't say much about how I view my love-making skills, does it?). It was about 3 a.m. I checked downstairs and all of the drunks were still totally out. I sneaked into the guest room wearing only a long T-shirt, which I removed there. Jill was lying naked on top of the sheets -- turning up the thermostat had worked. I turned the thermostat back down and locked the door. I quietly moved toward her pelvis. It REALLY looked good. Not only were her waist, hips and thighs shapely, she was shaved and had thick pussy lips, but they defined only a small slit. Her tits were very small, but her nipples were fairly long and about ¼ the diameter of her entire tits. I started softly licking her pussy lips. After a few seconds she started to moan, but very softly. I continued for about 5 minutes, and then started licking a little harder. She moaned slightly louder but didn't open her eyes. I then found her clit, and softly licked that. Now she started moving her pelvis a little, but certainly not trying to get away, and her moans got more continuous. Then I looked for a G-spot, and found it right were it was supposed to be, and stroked it with one finger while licking her clit. Again, more movement, more frequent moans, but nothing loud. I kept licking and fingering, both gently, for another five minutes, and then I felt her cum. She moved her head and upper body side to side as she discharged, and her moans got louder, but surprisingly her eyes appeared to have remained closed throughout. By then my dick ached so badly I thought I might start screaming unless I did something. I was afraid to get on top of her since never having had sex with such a little woman before I didn't know if I'd crush her, or what. Therefore I lay on my back next to her, and rolled her on top of me. She was so light. One of her hands came in contact with my cock, and she seemed to slide her hand over it a couple of times, but I don't know if that was voluntary or a reflex. It was time to go for the gold. I lifted her pelvis up and lowered her cunt onto my steely. Her cunt was'nt just snug -- it was tighter than Scrooge! Since she was so light and her cunt so tight I actually had to gently continuously push down on her ass to completely penetrate her. While I was doing that she groaned more loudly. I couldn't believe the way her cunt felt. It wasn't just tight, it felt textured. Fortunately, it was also well lubricated from the oral orgasm I had given her, so the texturing just added to my pleasure rather than being an impediment. Since she is eighteen inches shorter than I am her head didn't even come up to my neck when she was laying on me, but rested on my chest.. I started slow, easy, pelvis thrusts, but soon I was presented with a unique experience. Without significantly moving her body up and down her vaginal muscles started an undulating contraction on my dick. I thought maybe I was hallucinating, but I didn't care whether or not I was because it felt so good. With each contraction we both sighed, almost in unison. After a few minutes of this bliss, I could feel her tense up in orgasm; but her orgasm did not stop her contractions, and shortly afterward I expelled my load -- it was like a vacuum cleaner had sucked me off! Normally when I shoot my wad it is two or three hard explosions in rapid succession. This time it was at least a dozen, spaced, small spurts, each spurt coming out with one of her vaginal muscle contractions. While every previous fuck in my life was more passionate and intense than this one, this was the most pleasurable because it lasted longer, she was doing most of the work without even moving, and because her cunt was so damn tight; it was tighter than any asshole I ever exploded into. Also, unlike my normal M. O. where my dick gets limp within about two minutes after blasting and I shortly thereafter fall asleep, my dick stayed almost rock hard and I was wide awake as I left it in her for the next twenty minutes. During that time her vaginal muscles continued massaging my cock though not with the same intensity as her contractions when she sucked me dry. She cooed and rubbed my shoulders and biceps as I stroked the sides or her tits and her ass. It had now likely been more than an hour, and I was concerned about others waking, so I slowly and gingerly lifted her off me. I almost let out a euphoric scream (which I suppressed to a low groan), as did she, when my dick head popped out of her cunt. Since the temperature was now back down, I covered her with a sheet and light blanket, delicately kissed her lips (she kissed back), and slipped out of the room. When I got back to my bed my wife hadn't moved an inch from the last time I saw her and was still making noise like a diesel. While my brain was still hijacked, the most satisfying and serene feeling came over me, and I quickly was in dreamland. I woke up about eight the next morning, roused the wife and other drunks, and made breakfast for everyone. When everyone with a hangover was sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and I was almost ready to serve French toast, I went up to the guest room. I knocked on the doo, and Jill answered. She was dressed, with her hair combed, light makeup on, bright-eyed, and smiling. "How did you sleep?" I innocently asked. She smiled more broadly, nuzzled up to me, looked up into my eyes and said "After I fucked you I slept really well." I was floored, but after a few seconds regained my composure and queried "How did you know it was me, I never saw you open your eyes?" Her reply "I did open my eyes several times; but I really didn't need to. You're about twice as big as Jim and Tom, the only other men here, and I could sense for years you wanted me. I was surprised a big guy like you could handle me so temperately and didn't need to pound the shit out of me." "I didn't want to wake you," I replied, still a little flustered." "I trust that you LOVED my PC muscle control," she giggled. "Does the Pope poop in the woods?" I shot back with an enormous smile on my face. "I sure had a great experience. We should do this on a regular basis," Jill whispered as she stood on her tippy toes and kissed my ear and then sashayed down the stairs. Wow, did breakfast taste good! Every bite let loose an intense burst. Hiding my rock hard cock from everyone else wasn't easy though. Since my sneak attack the little woman with the vacuum cleaner cunt and I have secretly fucked (and I've eaten her) about once a week. Each session seems to be even better than the last. Some were with her simply contracting her PC muscle, like the sneak attack. Others (doggy style) were, at her request, hard; contrary to my expectations it seemed the textured strong vaginal muscles of this little woman could take anything I could dish out. I also love sucking her nipples -- and learned that they are almost as good as sucking large tits (anything more than a mouthful is wasted, right). She is "my type" now. I think she and I both want this to continue for years to come.