Stalker's Surprise (Gooses' imagination strikes again) When I saw her, I had to have her. It was just that simple. The mere sight of her had my mind racing with thoughts of full breasts with large pink nipples yielding softly to my kneading fingertips. The image of her delicate features, a long slender face, big brown eyes and full red lips, burned into my mind, leaving a permanent portrait. Visions of long legs and creamy white thighs filled my head. In my mind's eye, I pictured a neatly trimmed patch of dark pubic hair, the dark curls barely hiding, but not concealing, slightly parted cunt lips. Cunt lips damp with sweet juice, lubricating her opening in anticipation of my cock slipping easily into her tight opening. All of these thoughts, along with the stony hardness pressing against my jeans, were initiated by a mere picture of a woman I'd never seen. What's more, in the picture she was fully dressed. She wasn't she a professional model, posing sexily in a scant bikini or translucent lingerie. In fact the only flesh exposed was just the slightest hint of cleavage swelling over the top of her scooped neckline. Even sitting, the hem of her skirt did not rise above her knees. Add to that the fact that it was a group photo, there were at least ten other women sitting on either side and in back of her. Every one of the women was attractive. Still, my eyes were immediately drawn to this, for lack of a better expression, sexual goddess. She sat gracefully. She knew how to sit like a lady, concealing her feminine wares from unsolicited stares. With her knees clamped tightly together, she sat with her legs turned slightly to one side. The hem of her dress allowed not even the slightest hint of thigh. It was an innocent picture on the cover of an innocent magazine. The publication was some kind of local newspaper insert, advertising local business. There was nothing sexual about any of it. The paper was simply something someone had brought into the doctor's office, leaving it behind for others to read. It was never meant to entice or arouse me. Still, it did. It made my cock throb. I could feel the steely hardness that was my dick swelling to an uncomfortable level as the tip leaked pre-cum, cool and damp against my skin. I moved to another seat in an attempt to escape the allure of the picture. I tried to think about other things; my bank account, baseball and golf, anything that would take my mind off of fucking that woman. Somehow, I told myself, I have to get my dick to go down before I see the doctor. Thankfully, the cold sterile examining room took care of my erection. I was able to get through the exam without any embarrassing moments. On my way out however, I could not resist the urge to pick up the newspaper insert, taking the picture with me. At home, I went immediately to my bedroom, stripped naked and lay across my bed. Holding the picture in one hand, I used the other to slowly stroke my cock. My glare alternated from the picture to my cock. I would steal glimpses of the woman's cleavage then glance back at the blood engorged head of my cock. I did this until I felt the oncoming rush of my jizz burrowing through the length of my dick. Squeezing my rod harder, I stroked it, pulling the foreskin back tight, exposing the purple head. Then, with great intensity, I would pull my fist just up to the rim of the head, watching the it grow even larger and darker in color. Suddenly, I no longer needed the picture. As my sperm shot out in long gooey blasts, I could see her as plain as day. I envisioned her kneeling beside me, her red lips smiling at me as her heavy breasts swayed with every stroke. Now, it was her hand, not mine, that pushed and squeezed my cock until my ejaculation was nothing more than a few drops seeping lazily from the tip of my dick. I must have dozed off. When I awoke, I found my fingers still wrapped around my deflated cock and covered with dry cum. That should have been the end of it. I had gone through all the steps; fantasy followed by jerking off. It was time to move on, find another fantasy, forget about the mystery woman. That wasn't the end of it however. I kept visualizing the woman's face, imagining her breasts and the feel of her warm cunt. I could not push her from my mind. Sometimes when my girlfriend would be straddling me, my cock buried in the tightest and most talented pussy I've ever known, I would suddenly have a vision of my mystery lady. It would be her, not my girlfriend, sliding up and down on my cock, stroking my dick with her cunt while she stroked my ego with her words. Between moans, she would be telling how big my cock is or how hard it is, begging me to cum in her pussy. I wanted to throw the picture away, thinking that would end my imaginary affair. I just couldn't bring myself to do it. It was like breaking up with a lover. I would tell myself I was finished with her. Then, the next thing I knew, I would be stoking my dick while grunting words of encouragement to her. All I had to do was say, "suck my cock or fuck me harder." It didn't matter, whatever I said, I could imagine it. It was easy enough to find her name in the newspaper. From that, I was able to look her last name up in the phone book. There was only two. Next, I alternately watched both addresses until I saw her coming out of her house one day. She was every bit as beautiful and sexy as I had imagined. Just watching her walk so gracefully down the sidewalk to her car made my dick hard. Her home was in a very upscale neighborhood. That meant that I couldn't just hang out there. Someone would eventually call the cops about a strange car in the hood. That really wasn't a problem. I knew her car. All I had to do was sit outside the gated community and wait for her to come out. It took some time, but eventually, I learned her routine. It rarely varied much. I also learned that almost everywhere she went, she went alone. I never saw her with a man. I assumed that meant she wasn't married. She was saving herself for me, I thought. A twenty-two year old without a steady job can convince himself of almost anything. Nothing I had done so far however, had really gotten me any closer to her. I was no closer to fucking her right now than I had been a month ago. I needed to meet her face to face. The plan came easily. It was simple. I followed her to the shopping mall. Watching, I waited until I saw her go inside. After she disappeared through the double glass doors I parked in the slot next to hers. Then, when I was certain no one would see me, I let the air out of one of her tires. I assumed she would come out the same exit as she entered, so all I had to do was go inside, wait and watch. When I saw her go out, I waited another thirty seconds and followed. My timing was perfect. She was just digging in her purse for her cell phone when I walked up. "Need some help?" I asked casually. She turned to face me. This was the first time I had actually seen her up close. She was a little older than I had thought, maybe forty. That didn't matter. She was every bit as beautiful and sexy as I had imagined. Aside from the way her full breasts pushed against the restraints of her sweater or the way her jeans hugged her full hips. Never mind that there was just the slightest hint of a camel-toe showing between her legs. It didn't matter that her skin was flawless or that she pouted her lips when she spoke. None of that could compare to her big brown eyes, soft and caring. "I'm calling triple A." I shrugged. "If you have a spare, I can change that for you and you won't have to wait." She seemed to ponder that. "No. I couldn't ask you to do that." "I don't mind, really." "How long? Hold on." she said into the phone. She rolled her eyes at me. "Are you sure you don't mind. They say it will be an hour at least before they can get to me." My heart skipped a beat. "I don't mind at all." She said good-bye to the operator and put the phone back in her purse. My plan had worked perfectly. She was right here with me, close enough for me to smell just the hint of her cologne as he hovered over me. When I looked up, I was staring straight into the V of her jeans, the imprint of her pussy staring right back at me. Fifteen minutes later she was offering to pay me. I refused. "If you're sure you won't let me pay you, then thank you again." She moved toward the driver's side door. Suddenly, it was over. This was as far as my plan went. I had not anticipated what would happen next. In my mind, I must have thought that somehow by changing her tire, she would immediately want to fuck me. Now however, reality set in. She was about to get in her car and drive away. How was I possibly going to stop her? She was sitting in the driver's seat, the door still open when the words came spilling out of my mouth. I have no idea what made me say, "My God you're beautiful." She turned slightly in her seat, looking up at me. The shock of what I had just said radiated from her eyes. "What?" "Nothing. I'm sorry." "No. It wasn't nothing. What did you say?" Her tone was somewhat angry. It didn't matter, did it? Everything was falling apart. I had blown it. Considering all of that, I had nothing to lose. "I said you're very beautiful." "Young man, what would make you say something like that to a stranger?" I blushed. "It's the truth." Her tone softened. "How old are you?" "Twenty-two." "And just what does a twenty-two year old find so beautiful about a woman twice his age?" "Everything," I stuttered. There was a long silence. Her eyes had moved away from me. She seemed to be looking at something far off in the distance, pondering what I had said. Her face held a very serious look. Finally, she said. "Thank you." As she started to close the car door, I stepped closer, blocking the door. At the same time I leaned over and kissed her. Pushing me backward, she looked stunned. I moved toward her again, this time holding her head in my hands, forcing my lips onto hers. My mouth on hers muffled her words. "No, stop!" I forced my tongue between her lips, her clenched teeth preventing me from exploring the warmth of her mouth. Then suddenly, everything changed. Her lips softened, her mouth opened and her tongue started playing tag with mine. Sensing the her sudden acceptance, I loosened my grip on her head. She, in turn, grabbed the back of my head pulling my lips harder down onto hers. Our tongues battled one another. Our breathing became louder as we both gasped for air between bruising kisses. The transformation that I had fantasized about had taken place. The proper lady in the picture was now a fire breathing bitch in heat. She pulled back and whispered. "So, you want to fuck this old woman? Is that it? You want to stick your young dick in my worn out old pussy?" I didn't hesitate. Glaring at her I said. "I want to lick your pussy while you suck my cock. Then, I want to fuck you." She swung her legs around under the steering wheel. "Get in." As she drove at breakneck speed, I slipped my hand under her sweater. Finding the clasp between her breasts I unhooked her bra. Her breasts spilled out of the cups easily, giving my fingers access to her long hard nipples. I couldn't resist. As she sped down the interstate in route to her house, I pulled the sweater up and latched my lips around one nipple while teasing the other between my thumb and forefinger. All the while my cock threatened to explode in my jeans in anticipation of what was to come. We somehow made it without incident to her house. The entrance to the house from the garage was through the kitchen. That was as far as we made it. I had her sweater off, tossing it and her bra aimlessly across the tile floor, before the door closed behind us. Bending in front of her, I continued to nurse, as I fumbled with her jeans, tugging them down over her hips. All the while, she was pulling my shirt up over my head. It was awkward and clumsy. Somehow though, we managed to get naked. Pushing her onto her back on the cold tile floor, I spread her legs wide. Her pussy was just as I had imagined. Her cunt hair was trimmed short and very neat, her gash deep and wide, gushing with love juice. I buried my face between thick, swollen lips, lapping up every sweet drop that leaked from her cunt. Loud moans echoed off the walls as she thrust her hips upward against my mouth. Then suddenly, she gasped, holding her breath as every muscle in her body tensed. I heard a deep groan and tasted a gush of liquid as her body went suddenly limp. Her voice was weak as she said, "Give me your cock." I stopped licking long enough to move around so that my dick was directly above her hungry lips. She grabbed my dick in one hand, guiding the swollen head between her lips. I watched as my pole slowly disappeared past her lips and down her throat, until my balls were resting against her lips. I could feel her warm breath on my nuts as she struggled to breathe through her nose. She took control, turning her head slightly sideways so that she could bob up and down on my ready to burst cock. Her rhythm was magnificent. Engulfing the entire length into her mouth, she would hold it there for a moment. Then, she would pull back until she had just the head between her lips, sucking hard. It didn't take much of that until I was emptying my load into her mouth and down her throat. I screamed in painful ecstasy as I watched her gulp, suck and swallow while at the same time milking the length of my cock with her strong fingers. Spent, I fell to the floor. Still, she never released my cock from her mouth, rolling over onto her side. Expertly, she continued to suck relentlessly, refusing to let my erection dissipate. I was surprised to find that I was completely rejuvenated. Pulling from her grasp, I moved between her legs. Grabbing her by the ankles, I pushed her legs upward until her thighs were mashing her delicious breasts against her chest. Looking down at her gash, I could see it was still dripping. With her legs up over my shoulders, I held my cock in one hand, pointing it toward her gash. She was sloppy wet and her hole offered no resistance as my cock disappeared deep inside her. Her cunt was massive and stretched. My cock going in forced air out of her, causing her cunt to explode with a loud pussy fart. Pulling back, I drove into her again, watching myself fuck her. With every stroke more and more juice leaked from her gaping hole. I could see a stream of cunt juice slowly trickling down her crack, forming a puddle in her asshole. While I was pumping my dick in and out of her, she placed one hand behind each of her knees, pulling her legs higher and farther apart. I took my eyes off of her cunt long enough to look into her face. Her eyes were cold and fixed, staring at the ceiling. Her mouth, those lips I had thought so beautiful, were drawn in as she bit down. With every punishing stroke her nose flared as she grunted. I saw her lips part and heard a raspy whisper emerge. "Fuck me little boy, fuck me hard. Ram your little boy dick in my pussy." Little boy dick, what did she mean, little boy dick. I was a man. A young man but a man. Did my dick feel that small to her? I looked back down and saw that my cock was swallowed up by her. My average size cock was too small for her gargantuan cunt. Then I saw her asshole again, shiny wet with her own juices. I knew right away what I had to do. When I pulled my cock out of her, it too was dripping from the slippery goo excreted by her pussy. Wrapping a my hand around the base, I redirected the swollen head, aiming for the puckered little brown eye. Her asshole was as tight as her pussy was loose. I had to push hard to get the head started up her ass. As the swollen head penetrated her tight little bung, I thought I actually heard and audible pop. I'm not sure. One thing I am sure of is; I heard her gasp. I didn't hesitate, driving the entire length into her until my balls slapped against her ass. One, two, three strokes and I was filling her ass with cum. My cock throbbed for what seemed like minutes, until it slowly began to shrink, finally being forced out into the cool air by the tightness of her hole. It was still leaking a long stringy thread of cum when I rolled over onto my back. "Watch this," she said. With her ass, still high in the air, she reached around grabbing her ass cheeks, one in each hand. I watched as she spread her asshole. I didn't know what she was doing. Then, I saw it; a small bubble. Soon though, there was a steady stream of my cum oozing from her yawning asshole. My God, this is not what I had expected or even wanted. I had imagined this woman, the same woman that was now purging cum out of her ass for my entertainment, as a delicate flower. My visions had consisted of she and I making love slowly in a big four poster bed, not rolling around on the kitchen floor. When I started this, I had hoped to eventually savor every inch of her soft warm body. I had seen her as pure and pristine. I was in love with this woman, at least the image of her I had portrayed in my mind. This was not what I had signed up for. She was not a delicate flower. She was a slut. This woman had sucked my dick, let me fuck her, not just in the pussy but in the ass, without even knowing my name. Now she was doing tricks with her asshole She was a circus act. My eyes ventured to her cunt once more. What I had thought would be a warm sensuous offering turned out to be worn and stretched... Big enough to easily hold three dicks or more. The gash between her legs was still gawking at me, spread wide to expose a cavernous hole that made me picture the entrance to a volcano. Lava, or in this case cunt juice, still leaked from an opening so deep and dark it appeared to have no bottom. My eyes wondered to her breasts. The only thing they had in common with my fantasy were size and large pink nipples. With her legs no longer pressing them to her chest, the breasts I spent so many nights dreaming of flopped to the sides; flat rolls of flesh under her arm pits. The nipples were not full and hard. The lay flat and wrinkled, dead looking. The lips, those perfect lips, weren't as full and luscious as I remembered. With the lipstick smeared from hard kisses and sucking my dick, she resembled a clown. Her makeup was ruined, her face showing creases and wrinkles. Those wonderful sparkling eyes were now deadpan. None of that, however disgusting it seemed, stopped my dick from getting hard again. My cock had swollen to new heights and dimensions, aching and throbbing with every beat of my heart. I looked down, the head was bulbous and discolored, the foreskin stretched tight. Without speaking, I pulled her on top of me. She understood perfectly, reaching between us and guiding my cock into her gargantuan cunt. Sliding down on my pole she made not a sound, there was no gasp, no sigh, nothing. Her body simply engulfed all I had, her seeping cunt slapping loudly against my pelvis. She threw her head back and rode me. Bouncing up and down, rocking back and forth, she was relentless in her pursuit to milk whatever liquid I had left from my balls. I watched her floppy breasts bounce up and down and from side to side as they flopped around unrestrained. Her nipples had become hard again, teasing me, daring me to bite, pinch and squeeze them. I did all three, burying my fingers in her soft fleshy tits, pinching the hard nipples between my thumb and forefinger, finally biting down hard on the rubbery tips. All the while, I could hear the sloppy sloshing sounds coming from between our legs as her cunt dumped more lubricant onto my stony rod. I could feel her wetness, cold and wet, soaking my pubic hair. Trickling streams of her juice leaked from her crack raining down my balls. I heard my grunts and gasps echoing off the walls as I urged myself to cum. I wanted so badly to empty my load into her pussy. I pictured, in my mind, the head of my dick squirting hot semen into her dick-eating cunt. Her face was flush, beads of sweat formed on her forehead and upper lip. Her massive tits glistened with perspiration. She was gasping for air. I could see the pain of her aching thighs on her face, as she continued to do squats on my dick. Still, she was a fighter. She did not quit. Like a trooper, she continued to fuck me, seeking her just reward; a cunt full of cum. Finally, I rewarded her. With a scream of agonizing ecstasy hot cum burned through the entire length of my cock, spitting my seed into her pussy. It was the most painful and yet most exiting orgasm of my life. She continued slowly, stroking my cock with her cunt a half dozen more times, milking me. Then as if shot by some unseen sniper, her body fell limp on top of me. Drenched in sweat and out of breath, she lay motionless except for the heaving of her chest that seemed to be in perfect rhythm with the pulsing in her cunt. Later as we showered together, washing the sticky ruminants of our escape from each other's private parts. As I soaped her tits and washed her cunt, she once again took on the aura of my fantasies. Once again she seemed demure and very polite, lady like. When we were dressed she cooked me a wonderful dinner. As I ate, it occurred to me. She was the proverbial perfect wife, an amazing cook in the kitchen, a perfect lady in public and a whore when she got a hard dick in her sights. I would learn later in the relationship that she was open to anything. Yes, I said relationship. She is my wife now. There are no holds barred when it comes to sex; bondage, three ways, orgies, gangbangs it`s all on the table for us. She especially loves gangbangs. We are now on the hunt of a cock big enough to fill her. The massive cunt that I had once found so disgusting, I now find intriguing and very stimulating. I haven't mentioned it to her yet. What I'm thinking though, is a horse cock might fill her up. I wonder what it would feel like to fuck her with her pussy while it was still full of horse cum. God, I'll bet horses cum gallons. Oh well, another day... Another fantasy....