                        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....




