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o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o
o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o
o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o
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o I don’t believe in categorizing things. "I don’t want to o
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o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o
o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o
o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o
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Judy (MF, rom)
By Rick. Comments to rickr@jumpnet.com
(c) 1996
**
It had been months since I had seen Judy. When I first met
her, it took me three weeks to get warmed up to her. Now, I
don't think I will ever cool down from her.
I was new at the hospital, in fact, new to the state. I had
just moved here, knew no one, and was typically nervous.
When I was introduced around the office, everyone was very
nice, but all Judy said was, "Hello." She was an older
woman, probably 10 years my senior, a little overweight, but
amazingly well proportioned breasts and hips and the
absolutely sexiest southern drawl I had ever heard. I’ve
been in Texas some time now, and I have never heard an
accent that was so incredibly innocent and sensual at the
same time as Judy's. As I said, I was unsure about her for
the first three weeks. After that, we became close friends,
having lunch together on occasion, going down to a park
after work and having a couple of beers together, discussing
my divorce, her marriage, her kids, the things in our lives
that disturbed us but that we felt free to discuss with each
other. She was married, but still and all I was developing
an incredible crush on her. Never did I let it show, but
felt it there all the same. I would try to make excuses to
be with her, although I would never come on to her, just
being close to her made me happy. Only one overt incident
happened. We were at a going away party for a mutual friend
and both got a little intoxicated. As Judy was leaving I
gave her a hug and what was supposed to be an innocent kiss.
Both our lips parted simultaneously and our tongues searched
with such passion that if there had not been others around I
know it would have progressed into something completely
uninnocent. We were both somewhat embarrassed by it the
next day, but just chalked it up to the alcohol.
After seven months, I received a promotion which actually
made me Judy's boss. Still, nothing untoward happened, but
the fact that I was in a supervisory roll now limited the
amount of time I could realistically spend with her without
being accused of favoritism or some such nonsense. As a
result, we grew farther apart, although we did remain
friends.
Due to revisions at the hospital and personal issues, I
ended up leaving my position some time later. After I left,
and to this day, I'm not sure why, I wrote Judy a note,
explaining my feelings for her and also explaining that I
knew nothing could ever come of it, but felt it important
that she know. I moved to a town some two hours away and
figured that was the end of it.
About six months later, at 11:30 at night the phone rang.
"Hi," was all she said, but I knew instantly who it was. I
asked if everything was all right and she just began crying
into the phone. It was several minutes before I could get
her to calm down. It seems in the last few months her
husband's business had gone down the tubes, they had been
fighting, he had been drinking, her daughter was graduating
and leaving home and Judy was at her wits end. "I don't
know why all this had to happen at once. First you had to
leave, then all of this," she sobbed. I know we had some
serious discussions and were sounding boards for each other,
but I read something deeper into this.
She said she was sitting in her front yard, having a beer
and smoking a cigarette. I knew something serious was up
because she didn't normally smoke. "Judy, you know if you
need me, I'm always there for you. If you want, I will get
out right now and drive over there to you," I offered, not
really expecting her to take me up on it and being so tired
I almost hoped she wouldn't.
"Would you?" she asked, "I'd really like that, I need to
talk with you and I hate the phone." It turned out her
husband was out of town, her daughters were out on dates and
she really had no one there to be with. Considering all the
support she had been to me during my divorce, I really
couldn't refuse her, so loading up on NoDoze I hoisted
myself into my van and began the 2 hour trip.
An hour and a half later (the car must have been wired by
this time as well) I pulled up in front of her house and got
out. She lives in a small town, no street lamps and at this
hour of the night no house lights either. I walked up
toward the door and heard a, "Hi, Jason," come from the
front lawn. I jumped and she giggled, "I'm sorry, I didn't
mean to scare you, but the girls returned from their dates
and have gone to bed. I didn't want you to wake them by
knocking."
She was sitting on a blanket on the lawn with a couple of
empty beer bottles and a half filled ashtray. "You want
one?" she asked as she handed me a bottle. I took it and
unscrewed the cap, draining half of it immediately. The
stars were absolutely brilliant, so many, in fact, that it
was difficult to discern the major constellations that are
normally easy to find in the big city because there is such
a pollution of urban light that the major constellations are
the ONLY thing discernible. Here, there was such a plethora
of minor stars and satellites visible they fairly obscured
the major constellations.
"Are you okay?" I asked, with genuine concern.
"Oh, I'll be fine. Shit happens and it's just my turn to
shovel it for a while," she replied, almost philosophically.
"I'm really sorry I made you drive out here. I felt really
stupid about it about a half hour after I called, but there
wasn't anything I could do about it at that point. I really
am glad that you're here though. I've missed you," she said
as she drew a finger across my cheek and placed a tender
kiss on my lips.
My lips, my kiss, my body responded to her, without so much
as a moment's hesitation. The moment overtook us like a
brakeless freight train on a downhill grade. The passion
was as intense as I had ever felt. We both needed...wanted
each other, and what's more, we both knew it.
We knelt on the blanket, facing each other. As our lips and
tongues were searching, tasting each other's mouths, my
hands were urgently unbuttoning Judy's blouse as hers were
unbuttoning my shirt. The shirts flew out onto the lawn and
our lips parted only long enough to lift my t-shirt over my
head. We returned to our embrace and I reached behind her,
one hand tracing a path along her spine as the other deftly
unhooked her bra. As it released, I pulled it from her
shoulders, pitching it on the lawn in the general direction
of the shirts, then pulling her tightly against me once
again, feeling her large breasts and large hard nipples
pressing against my chest. As I lowered my face to them,
running my tongue along the tops, down the sides, between
them and finally taking first one nipple and then the other
into my mouth, feeling them harden inside me, Judy's hands
were unbuckling my belt, unsnapping and lowering the zipper
of my jeans. In my rush to get out of the house I had not
worn any underwear and she easily reached inside and
withdrew my now hard cock from it's confinement.
"Do you know how long I have wanted to taste your cock?" she
asked. "All those times at the park, with your van so close
I just wanted to take you inside and suck you until you
came. Not tonight, though. Tonight I just want to suck you
enough until I taste your precum...just enough until you are
about to explode, then I want you to fuck me. God, it's
been so long since I've had a man's cock inside me and I
miss it so. I want it to be your’s inside me tonight,
lover."
"Oh, God, Judy, I've wanted this for so long, and never
thought I would ever get to be with you," I whispered from
her breasts. "I've wanted to feel your pussy surrounding
me, tightening around my cock as I start to cum, milking my
climax from me."
We lay on the blanket and Judy expertly took me into her
mouth. As she proceeded to slowly take me in and out
between her lips, my hands were loosening her shorts and
sliding shorts, panties and all down her thighs and off her
legs. Without missing a beat on my swollen cock, she
straddled my face, lowering her swollen lips to my face,
allowing me perfect access to her pussy and clit with my
tongue and lips. Ever so slowly my tongue traced a route
through her pink folds of
flesh...gliding...teasing...circling...until her hips were
thrusting as if she were fucking my tongue. I held still
allowing my tongue to slide in and out of her as her hips
rocked. Then I proceeded to her clit...her swollen, hard,
large, beautiful clit. I'd never seen a clit so prominent,
it must have easily been a half to three quarters of an
inch, and as sensitive as any I have circled my tongue
around. The slightest touch elicited the most erotic sounds
from Judy's mouth, emanating around my still inserted cock.
Within moments, Judy was thrusting her hips hard upon my
mouth and tongue, in the throes of an intense orgasm,
stifling her cries so as not to wake the neighborhood but
still whimpering with each stroke, nonetheless.
"Oh, God, Jason, please, please fuck me now. Fuck me from
behind because I want to feel you as deeply inside me as I
can...It's been so long...so long..." her voice almost
trailing off as she stood and made her way to a large pecan
tree in the middle of her front lawn, grasping the trunk of
the tree, bending slightly, exposing her wet pussy to me.
Standing behind her, my cock in hand, I rubbed the tip over
her wetness, lubricating the head. Finding her opening
easily, she was so wet that I immediately slid in. Gently I
began thrusting in and out of her.
"Hard, love...I want to feel you deeper."
Longer and harder I thrust into Judy, feeling her flesh
bounce each time I hit home. Judy's hand reached between her
legs.
"Harder!"
Harder I thrust, feeling my pubic bone crash into her ass
with each stroke, my balls slamming against the underside of
my cock each time I hit home, her breasts bouncing with each
thrust. Judy's fingers caressed her clit.
"HARDER!!"
With that, I became possessed. With giant thrusts, out
until only my cockhead is still within her pussy, thrusting
home as hard as possible, eliciting an, "UGH," from her
throat with each animalistic stroke. Judy's finger had
penetrated her pussy, side by side with my cock as I
pistoned inside of her. I felt my balls tighten, I felt the
contractions beginning within my prostate, forcing my cum
into Judy's pussy like a fire extinguisher, and surely it is
similar, extinguishing our own fires within. As my climax
hit, Judy had coaxed another from herself, her fingertips
flying furiously over her clit as she peaked, dropped, then
peaked yet again. Again, we stayed silent except for
whimpers and grunts, but I cannot recall a more intense
orgasm, nor one that I had ever wanted to experience so
badly.
I've not been back to that little town since, and have not
heard from Judy again, either, but she knows if she ever
needs me, I'm there for her...
I appreciate comments. If you enjoyed this little foray
into fantasy and would like to comment or see more such
stories please contact the author via e-mail at
rickr@jumpnet.com