Alice A Fantasy

He worshipped Alice. She was everything he had ever desired in a woman. Her high, prominent cheekbones, slightly prognathous mouth, strongly chiseled features, and her penetrating, pale blue-gray eyes left him absolutely breathless. Five feet ten inches tall, she weighed about 150 pounds. She had a phenomenal derriere with luscious, well-rounded buns and she possessed the loveliest thighs and calves he had ever seen. Her long legs were full and very shapely. He had always been an ass and leg man. Some might consider her legs a trifle too heavy, but he found them absolutely perfect. He hated skinny legs and especially underdeveloped calves - a major defect of far too many women these days. Her breasts were modest, but perfectly formed, and her luxuriant, light-brown hair cascaded halfway down her elegant back. She was forty years old - nearly thirteen years younger than he. Her even, pearl-colored teeth supported full, sensuous lips, which she frequently revealed in a stunning smile. Even at those times when she appeared almost homely - as all women do occasionally - she was still the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. To him she was an absolute goddess and he worshipped the ground she walked on.

They both taught at a community college in southern Oregon - he in biology and she in English literature. They had become close friends over the course of the semester and had begun to spend a fair amount of time together. They had gone out to dinner on several occasions and attended a few concerts together, and had even engaged in some heavy petting. He was thrilled beyond words that she liked him and seemed to find him attractive. He fantasized about her constantly intensely sensual and erotic fantasies that he desperately longed to fulfill, but dared not share with her out of fear of her rejection of his kinky predilections.

One day he encountered her in the school cafeteria and, as was his wont, joined her. They sat down over coffee and doughnuts and made small talk for several minutes. Eventually the conversation turned to horses. Alice had a quarter horse, which she rode regularly.

His own mother had been one of the best equestriennes in the country. A psychologically constricted woman, she had never been able to provide him with the emotional support he craved and needed, especially after his father, whom he idolized, had fallen in the Korean Conflict when he was only seven. He had resented and envied his mother's horses. She had lavished a great deal of attention on them, grooming and currying them, stroking them, cleaning their stalls, and giving them sugar cubes and carrots. But most of all, she had ridden them. Ever since he was a small child, he had wanted girls - and later women - to sit astride him. It represented the love his remote and undemonstrative mother bestowed upon her horses, but could never give to him.

Alice spoke of the intense pleasure she got from riding.

"Exactly what is it you experience when you ride a horse?" he asked.

Somewhat flustered, she responded that horseback riding was a healthy outdoor activity that blended her and her mount into a unified whole. Dissatisfied with this superficial explanation, he pressed her further. There is a unique rhythm to riding, she said, that is quite unlike anything else she had experienced. It made her feel at one with nature.

"Alice, that s bullshit," he challenged her. "There's something else going on."

Being a very intelligent woman, she knew exactly what point he was making. After some additional prodding, she eventually acknowledged that much of the pleasure was highly sexual and that she really enjoyed dominating something powerful between her legs. She even admitted, with some embarrassment, that she preferred bareback riding because of the erotic sensation of her mount moving beneath her loins.

"Will I do?" he asked her.

"What?"

"Alice, would you ride me?" His face was crimson with embarrassment and he could not believe he was actually making such a request of her. She looked at him, speechless. "You want me to sit on you?" she asked finally.

"Oh God, yes," he replied. "Alice, I have worshipped you from the moment I first saw you. I would love to be ridden by you. It would give me such pleasure." He desperately hoped he had not completely alienated her.

She regarded him fixedly for a long time, her face completely expressionless. He began to wilt under her steady gaze, feeling like a loathsome insect that had just been uncovered beneath its rock. Then she half closed her eyes and ran her tongue sensuously between her parted lips. Her bosom heaved noticeably as she took a deep breath - and then another. Her eyes gleamed and he suddenly realized that she was actually quite aroused.

"Come to my house this evening after seven o'clock," she said seductively. "I'll ride you and a lot more."

Then she excused herself, noting that she had a class to prepare. She rose from her chair and placed her hand lightly on his forearm. Her electric touch left him almost breathless. She leaned over and kissed him on the top of his head. "It'll be a lot of fun," she whispered, brushing his ear delicately with her lips. Then she left.

He was thunderstruck. Yes! he exulted to himself. It looked as if his favorite fantasy was about to come true.

He rang the doorbell at her house precisely at seven. Presently she opened the door, barefooted and wearing a turquoise-blue bathrobe. God, she's magnificent, he marvelled to himself, sucking in his breath. She regarded him for a long time with her stunning eyes, seeming to see directly into his soul. Then she opened the door and invited him in. He entered, somewhat unsure of himself. It was her house and her turf. And as a woman, she held all the cards in any case. It may be a "man's world," as people are so fond of saying, he thought to himself, but women have always wielded the real power. She looked at him provocatively, her eyes dancing with mischief.

"Take off all your clothes - everything," she demanded. "Then come over here to me."

Slowly he stripped naked, making himself vulnerable to her. He carried a few extra pounds on his belly, but was otherwise in very good shape, and he appeared to be much younger than his fifty-two years. He went to her, enfolded her in his arms and tenderly kissed her forehead, her nose and her incredible eyes. Then he kissed her lightly on the mouth, gently pinching each of her lips between his own and running his tongue delicately over her smooth teeth. His manhood stirred into life and he kissed her passionately, inserting his tongue into her open mouth. His guts churned as she abruptly filled his mouth with her saliva.

"Do that again, please," he begged her.

She grabbed his face in both hands, placed her mouth firmly on his and again thrilled him by spitting directly into his mouth. She followed this with her tongue and the two of them drank deeply of each other for many minutes. Then he nuzzled her thick, luxuriant hair - how he loved her magnificent hair - and kissed her beautiful eyes and exquisite nose. Once again they mingled their lips and tongues and exchanged their saliva.

She opened her robe and he quickly leaned down and kissed her neck and throat. Moving down her now heaving bosom, he lovingly kissed her elegant breasts. He took each of her nipples in turn into his mouth and delicately licked them, relishing the slightly bumpy texture of her dark areolae on his tongue. Her nipples gradually became erect in his mouth and he was thrilled by the realization that he could still arouse a beautiful woman. Then he leaned to each side and inserted his tongue into first one, and then the other of her armpits. She accommodated him by raising her arms to grant him access, and he delightedly filled each enchanting crevice with his tongue.

"Oh, that s wonderful," she murmured, stroking his head tenderly with her free hand as he licked her lavishly under each arm. Her musky, slightly salty taste and her heady fragrance totally enchanted him. He tongued her armpits lovingly, savoring her moist warmth and the faint, prickly sensation of her delicate stubble against his mouth.

"You're starting to tickle me," she laughed, pulling away abruptly.

Then she removed her robe completely and stood before him a picture of stunning elegance and grace. She was wearing only sheer black silk panties. How beautiful she is, he marveled and he went down on his knees before her in utter adoration.

"What a goddess you are," he stammered. "How I worship you."

"Take them off with your teeth," she commanded, her voice husky with desire.

He grasped the top of her panties in his teeth and slowly drew them downward, exposing the lush bush adorning her exquisite mons. Her pubic hair was rather darker than the hair on her head and it tickled his face, nose and lips as he nuzzled and licked it and reverently anointed it with his saliva. He employed his hands to gradually ease her panties down over her phenomenal hips. He remained on his knees in front of her for a long interval with his face buried in her wonderful muff, gently caressing her incredible ass and the backs of her legs.

Then he rose to his feet, moved around behind her, and again knelt down. Gently he kissed and licked the small of her back, then took her panties directly amidships between his teeth and slowly pulled them down over her alabaster buttocks. His mouth and nose followed the deep furrow between her luscious globes and he delighted in the sensation of her cheeks against his own. She bent forwards slightly and thrust herself into his face, inviting him to go farther. His tongue sought, found and delicately probed her dainty, puckered anus, causing her to shiver violently and break out in goose bumps. The delicate tickling her of now slightly roughened skin and its minute, erect hairs on his face completely enchanted him. And she was both highly aroused and at the same time somewhat repelled by the insistent pressure of his tongue against her asshole. She had never before regarded her anus as an erotic object - yet it was she who had just impulsively urged him to kiss her there.

She stood there transfixed and trembling as waves of deep sensuality swept through her body. He pressed his tongue firmly against her budlike anus, running it slowly all over and around it, and his mind reeled at the heady musky scent she emitted from her anal glands. He adoringly caressed the entire length of the deep crease between her buttocks and the inner walls of her lovely globes with his mouth and tongue. He had always wanted to lick a woman's asshole, but had never before had the opportunity. And now here he was, engaged in precisely that with the most magnificent woman he had ever known. Alice kept herself scrupulously clean and he was very grateful for that. He dearly loved licking her there, but he was not into shit.

He moved his mouth sensuously all over her ass and down the backs of her legs. She had just the faintest hint of cellulite dimples, which endeared her to him all the more. Her slight imperfections only accentuated her regal beauty. He finally pulled her panties down to her ankles and she stepped gracefully out of them. Then he nuzzled her delicious thighs, the backs of her knees and her wonderful calves. God, how he loved her glorious calves. He arose at last, moved back around to face her and again knelt before her. He again planted his face between her, located the cleft of Venus and tentatively slipped his tongue inside through the dense tangle of hair guarding the entrance. In, and then out and then in again. How delicious she is, he thought. He moved his tongue delicately her secret chamber, probing her intimate recesses until she finally pushed him away.

"Wait just a moment, honey," she said, her voice sultry with her mounting desire. "I want to sit on you while you do that. That s what you want, isn t it?"

He nodded and she went into her bedroom. She emerged carrying a pillow, placed it on the floor beside him, and indicated for him to lie down.

He lay down on his back at her feet and adjusted the pillow under his head. She stood over him and placed her elegant foot on his chest while gazing directly down into his eyes. Then she moved it deliberately forward onto his throat and then up over his face. She caressed his face with the sole of her foot and he ardently licked it, filling her arch with his tongue. Next she inserted her big toe into his mouth. He sucked on it greedily, delighting in the sensation of the fleshy pad on his tongue and the hard toenail pressing against his palate. He sucked all of her toes in their turn, running his tongue carefully between each of them and along the groove separating them from the ball of her foot. He lay on his back looking up in pure adoration at his goddess, exulting in her domination over him.

Presently she removed her foot from his face and stood astride him briefly with her hands balanced provocatively on her hips. He caressed her sensational calves with his hands for several moments and then applied light, but steady pressure against them, urging her to sit down. Slowly and very deliberately she lowered herself upon him. Planting her pussy squarely over his mouth and her buttocks firmly on his upper chest, she mounted her man and cradled his head between her magnificent thighs. He groaned with pleasure under her weight as she settled down upon him.

"Alice," he croaked, "this is wonderful. I love it so and I love you."

"I know you do, lover," she cooed. "I m really happy to do this for you. And it s great fun for me, too. I love dominating you like this."

He began licking her soft, furry mount of Venus until it was thoroughly wet. Next he tongued her outer labia, mouthed the moist, hanging curtains of her inner lips, then and inserted first his nose and then his tongue into the deep tunnel they guarded. He loved her viscous, musky flavor and the delicate fragrance emanating from her wonderful sanctuary a heady blend of raw fish and freshly cut cucumber. Moistening her with his saliva, his tongue probed everywhere inside the exquisite citadel of her sexuality. Becoming bolder, he entered as far into her vagina as he could until his tongue ached from the strain. He withdrew it, then inserted it once again.

No longer able to bear the cramping in his tongue, he withdrew it and began to lick the small opening to her urethra. He searched for, and eventually found the elusive clitoris that lay tucked away beneath its soft, fleshy hood. Running his tongue in small, delicate circles, he licked his mistress s clit and the soft tissue enfolding it and soon felt it gradually become erect under his loving ministrations. When his tongue had sufficiently recovered, he reintroduced as deeply as he could into her vagina and began working it rhythmically in and out. She quickly rewarded him with a copious flow of thick vaginal secretions. Eagerly he drank in her delicious dew, gratefully absorbing her essence as deeply as he could. Back and forth slid his delighted tongue between her clit and vagina, with frequent side excursions throughout her chamber of love. He explored every nook and cranny - a slow and highly intense journey of discovery and desire. Her flow increased and his face and chest were soon soaked with her love juices.

Deliriously happy, he feasted on her for a long time. She sat there half mesmerized, gazing adoringly down at him as he worked while running her fingers lightly through his hair and gently stroking his brow. The she gripped his head tightly between her thighs and started rocking slowly back and forth upon him. As her excitement rose, the intensity of her rocking increased and her breathing became deeper and more rapid. Suddenly she rode him high, covering his face with her groin. He felt her buttocks resting lightly on his throat and immediately thrust his body upward to intensify that exquisite contact. As she hovered just above him, he licked her perineum from her pussy to her asshole, and pressed his face against her inner thighs. Then she again settled back down on his chest.

Her passion quickened and she began grinding her loins into his face while moaning softly in her throat. Then she grasped his hair in her hands and pulled his head forcefully into her crotch. He worked her clit feverishly now, eager to pleasure her. Her passion mounted quickly and she repeatedly thrust herself vigorously into his face. She bucked and up and down on him now, holding his head tightly in place with her hands and thighs literally fucking him in the face. Her weight nearly crushed him each time she rose and fell back on his body. Her eyes were glazed and a small cascade of spittle drooled from one corner of her mouth and ran down her chin. Then she climaxed violently as her love juices fluids out all over his face, throat and chest.

"Oh, God!" she cried out.

He was drenched in her vaginal juices. Her felt her body shudder as she climaxed in wave after wave as he continued to lick her fully engorged clit. He was thrilled that she came in his mouth like this. He loved being the source of such intense pleasure for the magnificent creature who rode him so expertly. If he were restricted to a single sexual act for the rest of his life, it would be to lie underneath this woman just like this and service her in any way she desired.

"That's enough, honey," she said finally, lifting herself slightly off his face. "It's getting a little too intense."

He withdrew his tongue, and she sat back down on him again. God, how he loved feeling her weight bearing down on his body. He lovingly kissed her crotch and inner thighs while she sat quietly, her enchanting eyes overflowing with gratitude and dare he even think it? perhaps even love for the adoring man beneath her.

"Let me go back inside you, Alice," he implored her. "I'll stay away from your clit. I just want to feel my tongue inside you again."

She nodded her assent, and he gently invaded her once again. Gently he caressed the front wall of her vagina with his tongue. Suddenly her body began to spasm. She shuddered violently and began to climax again - but differently this time, it seemed to him. He was suddenly startled - and thrilled - when she released a stream of strong urine onto his tongue. He held her exquisite gift in his mouth for a while, savoring its smoky, metallic, salty flavor. Then he let the wonderful elixir run slowly down his throat. It was an unexpected and delightful treat which added real tang and zest to his experience. He wondered if she knew what she had just done for him

They rested for a while. She was deeply touched by this man who worshipped her so unashamedly. It was the most intense sexual experience she had ever had, and she was still basking it its strong afterglow. She loved sitting astride him and dominating him like this, enjoying the power she had over him. She had been strongly attracted to him for some time now, both intellectually and romantically. Now she realized that she was very much in love with him. This was a man whose lusty and kinky sexuality matched her own needs and desires.

"Alice, I love you," he murmured.

"I know you do, honey," she replied, stroking his forehead. "I love you, too - very much."

"Do you know that you pissed in my mouth?"

"I thought I might have done that," she replied matter-of-factly. "Everything was so incredible and so intense I just let it all go. I hope you enjoyed it."

"Alice, It was wonderful! A real treat. I love the taste of your urine. I want you to do it again sometime when you have a really full bladder."

"My, aren't we the kinky one?" she chortled. "And how I love you for it. That was the best ride I have ever had in my entire life. No man has ever worshipped my body or me the way you did tonight, my love. You make me feel very sexy and powerful like a goddess."