From katiew1@hotmail.com Thu Jun 05 23:54:51 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Katie's Fun Fantasy, Part One, Complete
From: Katie <katiew1@hotmail.com>
Date: Thu, 05 Jun 1997 22:54:51 -0500
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Katie's Fun Fantasy, Part One

 My name is Katie.  I am a 17 year old female.  I have enjoyed reading
the stories
in this group, and before my boyfriend decided to start cheating on me,
we would read
them together (and sometimes act them out).  I decided that I have been
"lurking" in this
group long enough, and, with the help of a friend, I figured out how to
do a posting.

 For the record, I am 5'8", about 128 pounds (don't tell anyone I told),
medium-
length blonde hair, which I usually pull back into a ponytail, and green
eyes.  And for
those of you who really want to get a picture of me, my measurements are
36-24-34,
and I wear a c-cup.  I'm pretty proud of my body, especially my breasts
(firm) and my
legs (muscular).

 I suppose the standard disclaimers apply (although I am myself under
18).  I
certainly do not condone sex with a complete stranger, especially
unprotected sex with a
complete stranger, as is depicted in this story.  This story is only a
fantasy of mine.  It
never happened, although I think it would be a lot of fun to play
seductress.  Also,
please mail katiew1@hotmail.com (my friend also helped me get a hotmail
account, so
my family's account wouldn't be flooded with messages from here:  my dad
would
certainly be suspicious) to give me comments about this story, or maybe
to share a
fantasy or two of your own.  So, without any further ado,

Katie's Fun Fantasy, Part One

 I was at the library on a Friday night.  How sad, I thought to myself,
to be at the
library on a Friday night, as if I didn't have anything else better to
do.  But I had a big
report due Monday, and I hadn't even started on it.  In fact, I hadn't
even chosen my
topic yet.  So I found myself, a 17 year old high school junior, at the
library.  I gathered a
few books to leaf through and sat myself down at a table.

 I was not-so-happily reading when, out of the corner of my eye, I saw
an
absolutely gorgeous guy walking through the stacks.  He must have been
in his late
twenties or early thirties.  He was tall with short blonde hair and
looked very muscular.
He was wearing this burgandy t-shirt and a pair of jeans.  I was
immediately attracted to
him, and wanted to do something to get his attention.

 I stood up, leaving my books unattended, and walked into the same stack
of
books he was in, pretending all along to be looking at the books on the
shelf.  I acted as
though I didn't even see him, then I bumped into him, pretty hard; hard
enough to knock
the books he was holding out of his hands.

 "I'm so sorry," I said, and I reached down to help him pick up his
books.  I saw
some of the titles, and was surprised:  SEXUAL TECHNIQUES, GUIDE TO ORAL
SEX,
SEXUAL POSITIONS TO TRY, HOW TO MAKE SEX FUN.  Every book this guy was
looking at was about sex!

 Wheels were turning in my head.  I wanted this guy so badly, I could
feel myself
starting to get wet.  So I came up with a lie.

 "Excuse me," I said, "but I was looking for this very book."  I picked
up the one
called GUIDE TO ORAL SEX.

 "You were?"  he asked.

 "Yes," I said.  "Is there any way I could use it?"

 "I don't know.  I really need it."

 "So do I.  Tell you what, how about I come over to your house and take
some
notes out of it, then you can have the book."  That was my way into his
house.

 "Well, I guess that's okay.  How old are you?"

 "Seventeen.  How old are you?"

 "Thirty-four."  I had the distinct feeling that my fantasy about an
older man was
about to come true.  We walked together out to the parking lot, and I
got in my car and
followed him to his house.  It was in a very posh neighborhood, and
quite a big house for
just one person.  He told me he was not married and had no children, so
he must have
been quite well-off financially.

 I parked in his driveway and followed him into the house.  We sat down
at his
kitchen table, and I took the book and pretended to take notes.  The
book was quite
graphic.  It included illustrations and pictures of couples performing
oral sex on one
another.  Now I had had several serious boyfriends, and I enjoyed oral
sex just as much
as the next girl, so this book was making me even hornier than I was
before.

 "Why did you need this book again?" he asked.

 "It's a report I'm doing for school, on the sexual activities of
college students," I
lied.

 "How about you interview me then?  I mean, I was in college once."

 This was a dream come true.  He was actually coming on to me.

 "Okay.  Can you tell me something about your sexual activity when you
were in
college?"

 "I was very active.  I had a lot of girlfriends, did some threesomes,
even some
orgies."

 "That sounds very exciting.  I'll be going to college in two years...is
this what I can
expect?"

 "Absolutely."

 Now I got really bold.  "Could you show me some of the things you
did?"  I got up
and walked into the living room.  I should say for the record that I was
wearing a brown
t-shirt (no bra underneath), a pair of jeans, and these yellow silk
panties.  I had my hair
pulled back in a ponytail.

 He followed me into the living room.  I turned around and faced him.
When he
got close to me, I took his hands and placed them up against the sides
of my breasts
through my t-shirt.   He pressed gently into my breasts and I let out a
slight moan.  He
removed his hands, and I reached down to pull off my t-shirt, but he
stopped me.

 "Now Katie, I would love to see your gorgeous body, but I need to kiss
you first."

 I had my first kiss in the eighth grade, and I had my fair share of
kisses since
then, but this was the best kiss I'd ever had in my life.  It was
fantastic.  His tongue and
my tongue swirled around in each other's mouths.  It was so great.  It
must have lasted
more than a minute.

 I was the one to break the kiss.  I pulled back about four feet or so
away from
him, and reached down for my shirttail.  I peeled it up and over my
head, then threw it on
the ground.  My breasts were now revealed to him.  He came toward me,
reaching out to
touch them, but I dropped to my knees before he had that chance.  I
unzipped his jeans
and pushed them down, then tugged on his boxers.  His cock was already
hard.

 I ran my hand along his shaft which got a soft moan from him.  I slowly
moved my
head in and popped the head of his cock into my mouth.  Now I have given
a few
blowjobs, and while I'm no expert, I've never had any complaints
either.  He was running
his hand through my hair while I sucked away at his cock.  My right hand
was wrapped
around the shaft, and my left was playing with his balls.  It didn't
take long before I felt
that he was about to cum.

 I pulled my mouth away and wrapped my hand around his cock.  I leaned
back a little and aimed his cock at my breasts while I jacked him off.
He shot his cum all over my breasts.  I laid back on the floor and
slowly rubbed his cum into my tits, around my nipples, into the flesh,
until it was all rubbed in.

 I stood up and walked him to the couch.  He sat down, and straddled him
pushing my tits into his face.  He began to lick them, teasing my
nipples.  Finally, he ran his tongue along the nipple before taking it
into his mouth.  He sucked, hard, and soft.  I threw my head back.  I
have very sensitive breasts, and it only took about five minutes of this
treatment before I was in ecstasy.

 He laid down on the floor and I slowly lowered myself onto his face,
facing him.  He reached his hands up to my tits and rubbed them while he
blew softly into my vagina.  He let his tongue run across the folds of
my pussy lips.  My nipples were rock hard.

 His tongue entered my pussy and found my clit.  I started to buck up
and down on his face.

 "Make me cum...God, you're gonna make me cum."  When he finally did, it
was the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had in my life.

 After that, I lifted myself up, moved down, and lowered myself slowly
onto his cock.  I leaned over so he could lick at my tits while we
fucked.  We started to develop a rhythm.  I bounced quickly about six
times, then would impale myself once.  Over and over, until he said:
"I'm gonna cum."

 "Me too," I said.  We came together, and I could feel our juices mixing
together in my pussy, running down my leg.

 That's my fantasy.  Thanks for reading.