FIXIN' VIXEN A CUSTOM FANTASY BY DASTARDLY DAVE Sunset on the Atlantic... What a beautiful sight! The rays from behind me as I gazed out over the water glimmered off the water, shimmering on the waves. I was sitting on the deck of my beach condo, sipping (ironically) a Tequila Sunrise and listening to a CD of my favorite music from the sixties. I probably had the music playing too loud, but no one was complaining, so I left it on high. I heard something on the beach below me and looked over the railing of the deck. A beautiful lady in her early 30's was dancing by herself to the sounds coming from above. She was quite a good dancer and obviously enjoying her solitary dancing, unaware that anyone was watching. She moved and swayed to the sounds of "When A Man Loves a Woman" by Percy Sledge, lost in her memories. As the final strains of the classic faded, I said, "You dance divinely, my dear." She spun her head around, looking for the speaker; startled. Then as she spun around, she looked up at me and lost her balance, falling to the ground with a sharp cry of pain as she twisted her ankle on the unsteady sand. I ran down the steps to her side. "I am so sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," I told her. "Are you alright?" "NO, I twisted my damn ankle again," she replied with a grimace. "It's not really your fault. I twisted it a few days ago and should have known better than to dance on it so soon." "Can you walk on it?" "I don't think so... I need to put some ice on it." "Let me help you up to my apartment; I've got an ice pack you can put on it. It's the least I can do." She stood on her one good leg and put her arm around my shoulder and tried to hop up the stairs. She was obviously hurting, so I reached down and picked her up and carried her up the stairs. She felt good in my arms and I enjoyed the feel of her breast against my chest. I carried her inside and put her down on the couch; placed her injured ankle on a pillow and went to get the ice pack. When I came back, she put her good foot on the floor to give me room to sit down and tend to her ankle. I gently placed the ice pack on her foot and let my eyes rum up her bare legs to her cutoff blue jean-covered crotch. Her legs were spread, and I could see a few silky hairs peeking from the vee of her sex. I tried not to stare, but I couldn't help my self. My eyes traveled on up and I could see she was not wearing a bra under her tight T-shirt. She was either horny or cold, because her nipples were as hard as rocks, tenting the fabric of her shirt. I looked on up into the most beautiful eyes I had seen in a long, long time. She was smiling slightly. "Did you enjoy the view?" "Ah, uh, well, uh... would you like something to drink?" I stammered, embarrassed at being caught being so obvious. "Sure," she replied with a mischievous grin. "Some white wine would be nice if you have it." I stood to go to the kitchen and turned quickly to hide my growing erection. In the kitchen I reached down and readjusted my cock. "It ain't gonna do you any good to get up, boy," I told it tersely. "This lady's hurting and you ain't got a chance to get any tonight, so just calm down." But, as always, he didn't listen to me. He had a mind of his own and it was one-track... but at least it wasn't so obvious after the adjustment. I came back into the living room with our drinks and as I walked toward her she was staring at my crotch. She turned on her side a bit and patted the couch beside her for me to sit. "You didn't answer my question," she said after she had taken a sip. She looked at me prettily over the rim of her wineglass. "Did you enjoy the view? I sure did." "I can't help looking when I am that close to someone as beautiful as you are," I replied. She reached up and pulled my head down to hers. "You're very sweet," she said and kissed me. "Thanks for taking care of me." "It's my pleasure." "Not yet it isn't," she said and kissed me again, running her tongue deep into my mouth, moaning softly. We kissed passionately for a few minutes, then I broke the kiss. "If you don't watch out, this is going to get out of hand and I don't want to hurt your foot." "Let me worry about the damn foot," she replied. "I'll let you know if it hurts, you can be sure of that!" And with that, she reached down, grabbed the hem of her T-shirt and pulled it over her head. She shook her brown curly hair as the shirt came off and dropped the shirt on the floor. She grabbed my head and drew it to her breasts. I wallowed my face in those glorious mounds of flesh, licking and kissing them all over. I ran my tongue around and around her nipples, first one then the other; making them even harder, if that is possible. They seemed to swell and grow before my eyes as I sucked each one again and again. As I sucked and lapped at her breasts, she reached down and unbuttoned my shirt, running her fingers through my chest hair and sliding the shirt off my shoulders. I went back up and kissed her deeply, my chest resting against her warm, wet nipples. She pushed me back and grappled with my belt buckle. I stood up to give her better access. She undid my belt, unsnapped my pants and jerked them and my underwear down, revealing my throbbing manhood. I stepped out of my clothes as she grasped my cock and pulled it to her. She darted her tongue out and touched the head, licking off the drop of pre-cum there and running it over her lips. "Mmmmmmmmm," she moaned. "I want more!" and pushed my dick between her lips. I could feel her running her tongue around the glans, then down the sensitive underside. Then she drew me into her mouth deeply, my pubic hair brushing her chin as she ran my cock deep into her throat, giving it exquisite tongue action as she did. My legs started to give way in pleasure, so I rested my knees against the couch, being careful not to jar her foot. As she sucked and licked my flaming cock, I reached down and ran my hand into her jeans, sliding the middle finger into her slit. Her pussy was already very wet and I let the tip of my finger enter her sopping cunt. I drew it back out and let it slide slickly over her clit. She moaned loudly around the cock in her mouth and the vibrations nearly made me shoot my wad down her throat right then! Talk about a hum job! I unbuckled her jeans and unzipped them, pushing them as far down her luscious legs as I could with my cock still in her throat. She spread her good leg as wide as possible, but the jeans were binding her. I pulled my dick from her mouth and slid her pants and panties down, taking extra care sliding them off over her injured ankle. She spread again and I could see the lips of her pussy winking at me wetly. I dropped to my knees beside her and buried my face in her pussy. The sweet smell of her hot, horny pussy was like perfume. I spread the lips to reveal her hard clit, extending redly out at me. I nibbled at it gently, causing her to squeal in pleasure. I reached up and ran my fingernails softly across her nipples as I lapped at her pussy. Then I took them between my fingers and lightly pinched as I ran my tongue deep into her hot snatch, lapping her juices up hungrily. I laid my tongue flat against her clit and gave it long, slow licks as I reached down with my right hand and slid my thumb into her cunt, with the rest of my fingers running down into the crack of her cute little ass. My thumbnail was quite long, but I kept it dull and well-rounded. It pressed up against that special bundle of nerves in her pussy as I continued to lap at her clit with long, slow strokes. She began to buck against my hand and tongue, her passion building to a peak. As she started to cum, I withdrew my thumb and inserted three fingers deeply into her as her orgasm grew. I continued to lap and jab her clit with my tongue as I thrust my fingers in and out of her dripping pussy, faster and faster. She grabbed a throw pillow and pressed it to her mouth and screamed in pleasure as her cum reached it's peak. Even with the pillow to muffle her cries, I was afraid the neighbors would think there was a murder going on. She writhed against my tongue and fingers as I backed off on the speed with which I was stimulating her as she cam down from the heights of ecstasy. As her cum ended, after 15 or 20 seconds, I let my fingers gently slide out of her, covered in her spendings. I sat back on my haunches and massaged her mound softly as I licked my other hand, drinking down her juice and marveling at the sweet, yet tangy flavor. Then I leaned down and put my arms around her and held her tenderly as she basked in the afterglow. I couldn't believe it when I looked up. Throughout the encounter, she had not moved her injured ankle and the ice pack was right where I had left it! After a sort while, her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at me with a beautiful smile. "That was fantastic!" she said. "And it didn't hurt my foot at all! Now I want you to fuck me, fuck me hard and deep and fill my pussy with your cum, mix your cum with mine, baby." She pulled her good leg to her chest and spread as wide as possible. With one foot on the floor and the other knee on the couch between her legs, I positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy and slid it in slowly. Her pussy was very hot and slick with her cum; and very tight in spite of the serious fingerfucking I had given it. Her cunt grasped my cock and squeezed as I fucked her. She put her good foot in the small of my back and pulled me into her steaming pussy harder. Her pussy was clenching on my cock as I went faster and faster; harder and harder. I palmed her nipples and mauled her breasts as I pounded my cock into her. She had her eyes clenched tightly shut and grabbed for the pillow again, so I knew she was going to cum again. I felt the juice boiling up from my balls, but I held off until she started to come; then I thrust and pounded my cock into her furiously as the cum blasted from the head of my dick, filling her pussy with jism as she flooded with her hot pussy juice again. Our love fluids flowed together and ran from her pussy down the crack of her ass, puddling on the couch between her legs. I collapsed on her, panting heavily from the exertion. As we recovered, we nuzzled and cuddled, kissing each other gently and whispering nonsense words. She reached down between us and said, "I'm afraid we've stained up your nice couch." "Not to worry, my dear," I replied. "That's what ScotchGard was invented for!" "Oh, goody, then can I come over tomorrow and sprain my ankle again?"