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Sara's Stories


It all began with a fantasy

Warning! This is kinda graphic (for me, anyway. You all know I don't even
curse!) and long. Tell me what you think. But again, if it's very bad, please
e-mail & let me know, okay? saras_mail@iname.com

"The First Zoo Fantasy"

Lying in bed on her stomach, with her chin resting on her fists, she watches
him undress, as usual wondering how the awkward, pony-tailed, skinny teenager
she had first made love to so very many years ago had turned into this self-
assured, well-groomed, muscular man. She's very lucky, she thinks. Knowing she
is watching, he sheds his clothing slowly, his back turned to her as he watches
her in the dresser mirror. His hair is still damp, she notices, from his shower
earlier, the blond beginning to creep back in as it dries. She likes the way
his hair looks when it begins to grow slightly too long, as now, curling just a
little over his ears. For just a second, his eyes meet hers in the mirror, and
he flashes his crooked smile, the one that made her drop her panties and make
love to him for the first time, many years ago, in the backseat of a Ford
Fairlane, breath vapor steaming up the windows at the drive-in movie. That
smile still makes her toes curl and her breath come quicker. He draws his shirt
over his head and drops it onto the floor, joining the pants he had left there
just moments before.

"I like to look at you," she tells him quietly, in her slow drawl. "I like to
look at you, too," he answers back, in his own southern accent, his eyes
traveling from the blondish streaked crown of her head down the sweet curve of
her back, over her softly rounded hips to her bent knees, her heels crossed and
resting on the headboard. He likes what she is wearing, she can tell. She looks
virginly innocent in the thong and short nighty of white stretchy lace.

He turns, then, and facing her, hums striptease music, while sliding his thumbs
down his ribcage, circling and pinching his own nipples, then flicking his
thumb over the sensitive tips before tracing his muscles to the waistband of
his briefs. Her eyes follow his fingers, seeing his nipples rise, the flex of
his stomach muscles, and the dip in the hollows of his hips. Slowly, slowly,
easing the waistband down by centimeters, he begins shedding the white cotton
briefs; and she feels her own nipples tighten, as she pushes them harder into
the mattress. She watches as he uncovers the widening stripe of hair which
begins as a narrow strip at his belly button then flares out farther down his
torso till between his legs it is a ferocious dark bush.

"I wonder why," she says idly as she has many times before, "you are so blonde
but dark haired everywhere else."

His briefs join the other clothes on the floor as he shrugs, uncaring. He's
already half-aroused, his cock beginning its own strip-tease routine as it
pushes its way out of the curls. She widens her eyes deliberately and reaches
out her hand for him, tightening her crossed legs to feel the pulsing throb of
her clit.

"C'mere," she says softly.

"Close your eyes," he commands quietly in return.

She squeezes them tightly closed as she grinds her pussy down hard onto the
bed. She begins to turn to him, automatically, as the bed dips with his extra
weight.

"No," he says, his breath warm on her ear. "Stay still. Keep your eyes closed."

Gently, he leans on her and licks and sucks at her neck, smelling the fresh
shampoo smell of her hair. Slowly, he licks her from just behind her cheekbone,
down her neck, tonguing and kissing her. She concentrates solely on that
tongue, shivering. He reaches under her and rubs and pulls, harder and harder
at her long, dark brownish nipples.

"Imagine," he whispers, his breath warm on the moistness left behind by his
tongue, kissing her skin between every word, "imagine, you and me and..." he
ends on a questioning note, and pauses, allowing her to set the tone for
tonight's fantasy.

She hesitates a moment. Then, "Pete." Her answer is soft, naming their
beautiful golden retriever.

He pauses, surprised. Two months earlier they had been given a series of
pictures a friend had printed from the internet of a woman making love with a
dog. They had often looked and talked about them together. And though their sex
life was rich with fantasy, this was the first time they had fantasized
together about an animal.

"Pete," he agrees. She feels his cock jump hard against her hip, and his
breathing become rough.

His hands begin a long, slow sweep over her nighty, then under it, stroking
underneath her arm, down her side, across the swell of her buttocks, and back
up. She shifts, pushing up towards his hard hand when he nears her buttocks,
and releasing her muscles when his hand sweeps back up, humping into the bed.
Behind her closed eyelids, she sees Pete's red, wet cock beginning its slide
from its sheath, jerking and pulsing. "What are we doing," he asks, as his
mouth follows the path of his hands down her back to the cleft of her buttocks,
"you, and me, and Pete?" Again, she feels his cock jump as he presses himself
against her legs. His arousal is very large and hot and his hands get rougher
on her body.

In the dark of her bedroom, with her eyelids closed, she is brave. "We're on
the floor, naked, and Pete is sniffing and licking at my pussy. His dick is
sticking out long and red and wet."

"What else?" he asks, as he licks her crack, tonguing the thong caught between
her cheeks.

"I touch his cock," she answers, caught up in the fantasy and what he is doing
there, in her dark crack. She is dripping wet, pushing her legs apart and
turning her butt up high. "His dick is so hot. I hold it and stroke it with my
hand. He is pumping into my hand..."

"What next," he asks, roughly pushing aside the thong to press his tongue and
mouth against her tightly puckered asshole, then licking down to her swollen
pussy.

She sees it, behind her closed lids, what they are doing unfolding like a movie
and she tells him what is happening in her imagination as he licks and sucks
her wet, hot pussy. "You're playing with his cock, too. You push my head down
to his dick, and I touch it with my tongue. I take his cock in my mouth and
suck as he squirts in my throat. I get on my knees and you help him up on my
back. You are playing with his cock before helping put him into me. He thrusts
into me fast and hard, hurting my pussy, but oh, it feels so good! He gets
rougher, and I push forward to get away, but you're there, in front of me, your
hard cock shoving into my mouth."

When he rises behind her and lubes and fits his cock to her tight asshole, she
continues sharing her fantasy. As he strokes into her butt, reaching under to
play with her swollen, red puffy pussy, biting her neck, and pulling on her
nipples, hard, with his strong fingers, she tells him how in her mind they are
both licking and sucking and stroking Pete. They come together as she tells how
she screams while Pete is stroking into her asshole, while he is underneath
fucking her pussy.

Even after he comes, he doesn't want to let go of this fantasy, so he continues
stroking into her very gently, turning her face up to his, kissing her lips
with his mouth still scented with her pussy and ass. Her eyes are closed still,
and she imagines as she has before that it's Pete's come hot in her ass. He is
imagining the same, as he has many times before, but this time, they have
shared the fantasy and neither feels any guilt.

"Honey," she says hesitantly, "what did you think of my fantasy, truly?" "I
loved it." He answered simply, kissing her, still slightly hard in her ass.

"I did too," she said. A pause. Then, "Do you ever think of doing something
like that, for real?" she asks.

"Do you?" he asks back.

She takes another giant step forward. "Yes," she says, "I want to for real. I
have been playing with Pete's dick for weeks now, when you're gone."

He pauses a moment, and she feels his cock jump again. "I have too, when you're
gone" he says, reaching under her to find her still swollen clit. The rest is
history or at least another story.

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