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Fuck Story - Soft Shoulders (MF)
by Anon Author 1990

                                
   SOFT SHOULDERS........DANGEROUS CURVES

I know how most city folks think farmers and people who live in the 
country are dumb. Well, maybe not dumb, but they sure tend to look 
down on us. I think it's because we're more involved with working 
than plying. That's just the way we was raised. But it doesn't make us 
raised. But it doesn't make us worth any less than city folks. Maybe it 
makes us worth more.

What I want to clear up, though, is this business about country folks 
being no fun. The best way I can do that is to tell you a little story.

Last month I had to drive into town from my farm to pick up provisions -
what city people would call groceries. I make the trip once a week and
that's enough for me. I prefer the wide open spaces of my farm. Since my
wife passed on three years ago, I find myself doing a lot of reading and
thinking. That's good for the soul; believe me.

Well, I'd finished with my shopping and was on the road back to the farm.
Not much traffic around here and that's fine with me, too. Up ahead I saw
this car pulled off the shoulder, so I slowed down. I could see right off
there was a flat tire. The trunk was open and the driver was trying to get
a jack out of his fancy continental.

I pulled off the road to see if I could lend a hand. When I got out of my
truck and walked to the Continental, the driver turned around from the
trunk and I'll be dammed if it wasn't a young woman. I hadn't been able to
tell before because she was wearing jeans and a man's shirt. But now that
she was facing me there was sure no doubt. She might have had on a man's
shirt, but it was unbuttoned halfway down the front and a fine pair of big
tits was all but bursting loose.

"Howdy, Miss," I said. "See you got some trouble."

She looked me over, probably afraid I was gonna rob her. But what she saw
was a 50-year-old farmer who was genuinely interested in lending a helping
hand. She smiled, lowered her defenses and said, "The tire's only half the
trouble."

"What's the other half?" She laughed. "Getting it changed." Five minutes
later I was tightening the lugs on the new tire I'd put on for her. "If I
had a nickel for every tire I've changed over the years. The worst is
tractor tires. Them things is about as big as your car."

I put the jack back in the trunk and closed it. When I turned around she
was digging in her purse. She pulled out a ten dollar bill and tried to
hand it to me.

"You put that back in your purse, young lady." But you helped me..."
"That's not the way we do things out here. You help a person 'cause you
want to help. Not because you want money." She frowned, stuffing the bill
back in her purse. "Isn't there something, anything I can do for you?"

It was what they call a leading question and by the way she was looking at
me, I had a feeling she was leading me on purpose. To tell the truth, I
can't see why any woman's be interested in an old man like me, but I wasn't
about to pass up the chance. I grinned and said, "Now that you ask--"

"Anything. I'm so grateful and you've been so nice."

"Well, I ain't never kissed a city woman; least not one as pretty as you."
She smiled ear to ear and said, "Is that all? It'll be my pleasure."

She stepped closer, wrapped her arms up around my neck and brought her lips
to mine. The smell of expensive perfume shot up into my nose and when that
sweet thing kissed me, I thought I'd shot my wad right on the spot. Then
she did something I'd only seen in the movies. Instead of breaking the
kiss, she slipped her tongue right into my mouth. I just followed her lead,
figuring she knew what she was doing.

The next thing I knew she was grinding her pussy right up against my
crouch. Well, even through my coveralls she must have been able to feel my
dong bobbing around.

When she finally did break the kiss, her lips ere all puffed up. I looked
down to see that one of her tits had wiggled free from the shirt. The
nipple was all pink and puckering.

"How'd you like to do a lot more than just kiss a city girl?" she asked in
a whisper. I smiled. "Don't you think I'm a little old for you, honey?"
"You're never too old to learn, are you?"

"You better believe it," she said, taking my hand and guiding it to her
tit. She sure wasn't like any country woman. She closed my hand over her
tit, then took my other hand and brought it down to her cunt. I rubbed at
the crotch of her jeans and felt her latch her hand over my dick. She
gripped tight onto it and said, "Your cock feels so hard. I just love the
way your rough hands feel on my titties. Squeeze them harder."

When I did, she said, "Let's get in my car."

The backseat of that Lincoln was bigger than some sofas I've stretched out
on. She was out of her jeans faster than I could get out of my coveralls
and when I turned around, I saw her rubbing her thumb over her clit. The
smell of her juice just lit up the car and I knew she was ready.

"Fuck me, farmer," was all she had to say.

The second I stuffed my old dick into that young pussy, she just started
jumping around like a bitch in heat. You'd think I was some kind of a movie
star or something. I tried to figure out what I'd done to luck into this
young city girl. But it didn't matter. My cock was buried in her cunt and
she was playing with her tits for me. That was what mattered.

She tongued my ear and asked, "Do you like watching me play with my
nipples?" "Honey, you know I do."

She wet her fingertips and pinched at her tits as I pounded my boner high
up into her. "That's right," she groaned, "Stick that cock up in me. Make
me come, honey, make me come!"

The idea of her begging me to get her off was something that shot my brain
to hell. I started flying my juice into her like one of them oil gushers. I
didn't think I had that much sperm in me.

When I'd finished, she reached down and dipped her fingers in the cum
that'd spilled out of her. She licked it off, then kissed me.

"Girl," I said, "you're really something else." She stroked my head and
asked, "You know of any place around here I can spend the night?" 

Did I ever! But that's another store altogether... Umm, mm, satisfied in 
the Country...