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Archive name: judith1.txt
Authors name: Homer Vargas (vargas111@yahoo.com)
Story title : Lilith
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Judith and Me
by Homer Vargas
(vargas111@yahoo.com)
revised by Trey Gallant
Chapter 1: Grace
"My God! What a piece of ass on that woman!" I thought
as I looked out from my patio. Although Grace Archer
must be well past forty, her figure didn't show it.
She was plump, but in all the right places! I had been
watching her leave the house in her skimpy nurses'
uniforms since she moved next door a few week ago. It
seldom failed to sent me off to work horny or back to
my room for some relief. On weekends I had seen her in
frilly, translucent blouses that made it impossible not
to stare. And the mini skirts she wore - a little
trashy, but damn they were hot! I couldn't keep from
looking at her beautiful ass. I got a hard on anytime
I caught a glimpse of her.
Now I was guiltily watching her hang out her laundry:
lacy bras and high french-cut panties, not the sorts of
things that most middle-aged women wore. This morning
she had on a pair of tight pink short shorts and a
bright yellow halter I hadn't seen before. The halter
displayed her full breasts and the shorts hugged her
tight round ass in a way that stiffened my prick. No
doubt about it, Mrs. Archer was one hell of a stacked
woman.
To my embarrassment, she noticed my eyes on her and
blew me a kiss before wiggling her hips back into her
house. The rest of the week I had the impression she
knew I was watching and that she was deliberately
putting on a show for me. Although embarrassed at my
attraction to this sexy older woman, I couldn't get her
out of my mind.
When Friday night rolled around I dreamed about her. I
saw Grace standing by my bed in a short black dress
rubbing her tits and touching herself between her legs.
I tried to get up to make her go away, but I seemed
paralyzed. Then, very deliberately, she let the dress
fall away, slipped into bed with me, and offered me one
of her luscious breasts.
I didn't remember much else, but when I awoke very late
Saturday morning, I could see I must have had a Hell of
a wet dream. The bed was a mess and I felt totally
drained as if I had come several times in my sleep. I
tried to put the strange dream out of my mind, but it
seemed always to be there.
I set about straightening the house, doing the laundry
and catching up on business and tried to think about my
date that night with Sarah. It was annoying not to be
able to get this sexy older woman out of my mind. Even
to compare the two was ridiculous. My fiancee was slim
and pretty, a lawyer who did work for my firm
occasionally. We were obviously right for each other.
Sara was sensible and orderly and was going to be a
perfect wife. We would have sex once a week on Friday
night -- lights out. She would decide when the best
time was for each of our exactly two children to be
born. Sara was sweet, but I couldn't shake the raw
sexuality Mrs. Archer exuded.
Later, just as I was about to leave to pick up Sarah
for our date at the opera, I heard a knock on my door.
To my dismay, I found a grinning Grace Archer there
with a big plate of stuffed jalapeno peppers, ready for
a "visit." Considering my uncomfortable attraction to
her, I was embarrassed about letting her in. Besides,
I really didn't have time for her right then, but I
found with the memory of that dream still on my mind, I
couldn't close the door on her.
She greeted me with a kiss on the cheek and a too-
tight hug and sashayed in, looking around as if she
were going to buy the place. Planting herself on my
couch, she began downing the stuffed peppers, talking a
mile a minute. I sat as far away as possible on the
love seat across the room hoping I could get rid of her
as soon as possible.
Nevertheless, I couldn't ignore her display of cleavage
while we talked. Soon I realized she had her skirt
hiked up as well, and I could see she wasn't wearing
any panties. I tried to control myself, but I couldn't
keep from looking up her skirt, or into her blouse.
The more I looked, the more difficult it became to
follow what she was saying. I was getting so horny
just looking at this woman I couldn't think about
anything except wanting to play with those titties and
run my hand up under her dress.
Attempting to defuse the situation, I offered her some
tea. "Don't you have any beer?" she grinned. I didn't
and against my better judgement, I produced a couple of
scotches. "how about some more ice for this, honey?"
she grinned as I was about to sit down again.
When I returned from the kitchen, my drink was sitting
on the end table next to the couch. I could hardly
take it back to the love seat without being obviously
rude, so I wedged myself into the little space on the
couch Grace had left. This left me pressed against a
large, soft and very sexy woman.
As we sipped our drinks, I began to realize that I had
made a big mistake in letting Grace into my house, and
a worse one to let alcohol cloud my judgement. I
supposed it was my excitement, but the drink hit me
hard! I tried to make small talk, but was having
increasing trouble concentrating on anything but Grace.
Suddenly she broke off, smiled at me, and said, "Do you
like my breasts, David?"
"Excuse me?"
"Oh, don't be shy, she coaxed. "You know what I mean.
You have been drooling at my titties for a half hour,
boy. It's kind of cute the way you glance away
occasionally, trying not to look, but your eyes keep
being dragged back. I have to conclude you enjoy
looking at women's boobs."
"Please forgive me, Mrs. Archer," I began. It's just
that ..."
"Oh, don't apologize," she interrupted, breezily. "And
I've told you to call me Grace. It's a very natural
reaction. The drink has probably gone to your head,
poor baby, and I *am* sitting quite close to you." She
giggle a little and snuggled a little closer. "Is it
your fault that a couple of naughty buttons of my
blouse are undone, giving you a nice peek at my big
round boobs? You are a healthy young man; it's only
natural for you to be getting horny."
"Well, yes, but still I shouldn't ..."
"Don't be silly, David. It happens to men all the time
when I show 'em these jugs. I kind like it when a man
can't keep his eyes off my bosom. In fact, I want you
to keep on my titties while I open my blouse a little
more," she said softly, unfastening a couple more
buttons. "I want you to keep you eyes fixed on my big,
round tits, David. You could gaze at them forever.
Tell my you like to look at my tits."
"I like to look at your tits, Mrs. ... Grace" I
repeated, before I could stop myself.
"Very good, David," she smiled. "You are doing just
what I told you to do. You are looking at my tits.
You called me 'Grace.' You like doing what I want you
to do, don't you? You even admitted you liked to look
because I ordered you to say it. You like obeying me,
don't you, David?"
"Yes, ma'am." I heard myself say. God! Why would I
admit that?
"That's right. Now just keep looking, you can't help
looking at my big, pretty tits ... because you want to
obey me." She had lowered her voice to a gentle,
rhythmic flow of sound. "Of course, I like it even
better when you peek up my skirt. You were peeking at
me from across the room, weren't you?"
"Yes, ma'am." I murmured, "But ..."
"Of course you were, honey. I've got on a really
short, sexy skirt and I hiked it a little to give you a
nice view. You couldn't keep your eyes off my crotch.
Would you like to see some more?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Now be careful," she teased. "You should realize that
peeking at my crotch will just make you hornier, but
you like me to make you horny, don't you?" she coaxed.
"Yes, Grace," I barely breathed. I wasn't thinking too
clearly now.
"Of course you would, sweetie," she whispered, shifting
and turning to expose herself even more. "It feels
good to let me get you horny. I want you to be horny,
baby. A horny man does what he is told and that is
going to make things a lot more fun for both of us."
By now, I guess I was just staring, stupefied. "Well,
don't waste my time just eyeballing me, my young
friend. These titties are itching for some action.
Why don't you get these puppies out of my blouse, get
yourself a handful of tit and start working me over. I
think you'll like what happens to me when a man gets
his hands on my boobs!"
I started to protest but suddenly she took me into her
arms and was kissing me. Part of me knew something was
badly wrong! I shouldn't be doing this, not with her,
and not when Sara was waiting for me, but somehow I
couldn't keep my hands off her body.
Everything was so fuzzy. First I was just feeling her
up, but then before I knew it, she had me sucking and
kissing those wonderful tits until I couldn't think
straight. Even while I was sucking those luscious
nipples, she hiked up her skirt and guided my free hand
between her legs. "Put your hands on me down here,
darling. You're working my tits up real good, but I've
got another toy for you to play with. Ay, yes! Right
there! Stick your finger in my cunt. Tickle my clit,
lover. I'll show you how to make a girl happy!"
Foggy as I was, I was amazed; her pussy was already
wet! Before I knew it, even while I was just feeling
her breasts, I think, she unzipped my pants and started
massaging my cock. And all the while, she kept
talking, talking so softly that I couldn't make out
most of what she was saying. It drove me wild. I was
dazed, carried away with lust.
After having me finger her to several orgasms, she drew
my face down between her legs, something Sara would
never have allowed. I don't know how long she held me
there, nuzzling her pussy and tonguing her clit,
drinking the juices that oozed out each time she came.
Finally heard her say, "All right lover. You've worked
on me long enough, darling. It's time for us to sack
out."
All thought of Sarah had fled. Grace must have just
led me upstairs, to my bedroom. My memory is rather
hazy, but I think she sat me down on the bed and
started taking off my clothes for me. "You poor horny
baby," she whispered and kissed me again. "Grace made
her baby work so hard to turn her on. And he did such
a good job. His hands got her nipples hard and his
tongue gave her wonderful cums. He's going to be an
awesome lover! Grace is feeling warm and soft and so
ready for long night in bed. But in arousing her, poor
baby got terribly aroused, too, didn't you sweetie?.
Now he deserves to relax and leave everything to Grace.
Grace is going to make love to her baby so good."
It was like a rape! Part of me fought the desire for
her, fought against losing control, but when she pushed
me down to mount me, I was too weak even to want to
resist any more. "Good boy, my good horny boy," she
cooed and crawled astride me. She was so big I
couldn't push her off. I had never fucked with a woman
on top. I felt helpless under her weight, powerless.
But it was wonderful, even as I felt control of myself
slip away. My body was hers to do with as she wished.
She took my prick and slid it in her pussy and rode me
for a long time, never ceasing to talk to me in that
soft, sexy voice that I could not quite understand, but
which I loved hearing.
Grace got herself off more times than I could count.
At last she let me orgasm. As I exploded into her, she
cradled my head to her bosom, placed a nipple in my
mouth and let darkness fall around me
From then on my life was turned upside down. Grace
came over every night so we could make love. I had
never been so hot for a woman. Sometimes during the
day I would have fleeting thoughts about Sarah. I knew
I should return her increasingly irate calls, but it
just kept slipping my mind. All I could think about at
work was getting home so Grace could screw me again
that night. She was a wonderfully randy bitch who
couldn't seem to get enough, and she awoke in me that
voracious passion of a younger man for an older woman.
If she was already at my house when I got back from
work, I knew how she would be waiting for me, dressed
in a parody of her nurse's uniform and eager to get
laid. She would engulf me in her arms and guide my
hands up under the pantiless micro-shift. As I fondled
her bare ass, she would kiss me and whisper teasingly,
"Oh lover, baby, you seem so tense and frustrated. Are
you horny because you haven't had your personal nurse
for too many hours? I'm going to give you the medicine
you need to relax you. Dinner can wait, darling. You
need some immediate relief, don't you? I know how to
soothe away those tensions, remove those frustrations.
You need my special way to make a man unwind! Come
upstairs to bed, honey, and I'll give you a nice, easy
roll in the hay."
She wouldn't let me prepare dinner until she had served
me the appetizer from between her legs and I had been
screwed silly. And as soon as I had finished cleaning
up after the meal, she would call me to the couch where
we would make out while watching an erotic video to
"make sure you're in a raunchy mood," she'd giggle.
Then when I was horny out of my mind, she would always
take me to bed and put me to sleep the same way: riding
me to orgasm that knocked me out.
My recreational habits were jerked around 180 degrees.
My (and Sarah's) season tickets to the opera lay
unused. Grace loved hockey and screamed like a maniac
when a fight broke out. Between fuck sessions at home
she liked to watch wrestling on TV. On weekends she
dragged me up and down the East Coast to see stock car
racing and tractor pulls. On the positive side she
also insisted I start a rigorous exercise program at
the local gym, "because I want to make sure you stay
hard."
Although I was somewhat disturbed by the powerful
obsession I felt for Grace and my sudden loss of
interest in other women -- Sarah had finally dumped me
when I never called her -- I was too busy getting laid
day and night by this insatiable woman to be able to
worry much about it.
Things might have gone on like that for I don't know
how long, if the hospital had not sent Grace out of
town on training for a few days. She seemed a little
apprehensive about leaving me, but she told me just to
relax while she was gone and rented a bunch of porno
movies for me. "Just watch one every night and think
about me while you wank," she had giggled after she
made love to me the morning she went away.
The first night, that's exactly what I did. Grace's
instructions were ringing in my ears when I got home
that evening. Immediately I went to the VCR and
slipped in the tape she had selected for me. Almost
immediately my eyes were glued to the screen and my
cock grew hard as a rock. An old movie from the days
when porn flicks had plots, it showed a group of white
explorers in Africa who are turned into breeding slaves
by a tribe of big-busted women. As the movie ends, the
queen of the tribe is lolling between two smiling women
with large pregnant bellies who are slowly
masturbating. The even more pregnant queen has an
expression of sheer ecstasy on her face as the leader
of the explorers is kneeling between her legs eating
her to orgasm.
Wow! Grace really know how to push my buttons! I went
to sleep that night with visions of the queen/Grace
fucking me silly. Unfortunately for Grace, the fare
the next night was not so stimulating, several men and
women fucking in various position and rooms of a house
without much rhyme or reason. I had a good come, but
nothing like the night before.
By the third night for the first time in months, I was
thinking more clearly. I really didn't want to watch
another film like last night so I decided to catch up
on personal business. I sat down with my bank
statement and to my shock, I noticed that for the last
three months my software royalties had been transferred
to Grace's account. It dawned on me that I had not
been spending any of my own money recently. Grace
always bought the groceries-- she was practically
living over at my house now -- and when we were out
shopping, even for clothes for me, she was the one who
paid. I even remembered the amused looks she got from
some of the saleswomen and the "eat your heart out"
wink she had given them. I had only a few dollars
Grace gave me every morning for the Metro and lunch.
What was going on? First my sex life, then my personal
life and now finances had been taken over by my horny
neighbor. And I certainly couldn't remember ever
agreeing to any of this, certainly not to turning all
of my income over to her. The words "sex slave" popped
into my mind. I could vaguely recall Grace grinning
down at me as she fucked me, saying, "You want it,
don't you, sweetie? You want to be my little sex
slave!"
This was more than embarrassing; it was terrifying. I
realized I had a problem and had to get professional
help, and I had better do it now, before Grace got back
and fucked away this window of lucidity. I went to my
computer and began searching on the Internet for local
psychologists. A flashing banner caught my eye: Dr.
J. Roth -- Specialized in Psychosexual Problems. Just
what I needed. I called for an appointment.
To be continued in Chapter 2: Judith
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