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Judith and Me
by Homer Vargas -- vargas111@yahoo.com
revised with assistance of Trey Gallant
Chapter 1 Grace
"My God! What a piece of ass on that woman!" I thought as I looked out
from my patio at my new neighbor across the fence. Although Grace
Archer was 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 uniform sicne whe moved next door a few week ago.
It seldom failed to sent me off to work horny. 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
skimpy panties, not the sorts of things that most middle-aged women
wore. She had on a pair of tight pink short shorts and a bright yellow
halter I hadn't seen before. Mrs. Archer was one hell of a stacked
woman. The halter displayed her full breasts and the shorts hugged her
tight round ass in a way that stiffened my prick. 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 could geuss 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 shorty pajama
rubbing her tits and touching herself between her legs. I tried to
getup to make her go away, but I seemed paralyzed. Then, very
deliberately, she slipped into bed with me, pulled up her pajama top,
and offered me one of her luscious breasts.
I didn't remember much else, but when I awoke very late Saturday
morning , I could tell I had 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 puttered about and thought 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 didn't
exude the raw sexuality of Mrs. Archer.
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. 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
shaheyed in, looking around as if she were going to buy the place.
Planting herself on my couch, she began downing the stufffed 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, 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 her 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. As I was about to sit down again, she
asked for more ice. 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. You know what I mean. You have been staring 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. So I conclude you enjoy looking at women's boobs."
"Please forgive me, Mrs. Archer. It's just that ..."
"Oh, don't apologize 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. Is it your fault that a couple
of buttons of my blouse are undone, giving you a nice peek at my big
round boobs? You are a healthy young man; you have every reason 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
them these jugs. I kind like it when a man can't keep his eyes off my
bosom. In fact, I want you to keep looking while I open my blouse a
little more, David. I want you to keep you eyes fixed on my big round
tits. Tell my you like to look at my tits."
"I like looking at your tits, Mrs. ... Grace"
"I'm very pleased with you, David. You called me `Grace,' just as I
asked. You are looking at my tits just like I told you. And you
admitted you like looking because I ordered you to. You like obeying
me, don't you?"
"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
tits ... because you want to obey me. 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, but ..."
"Of course you were, honey. I've got on a short, sexy skirt and I
hiked it a little to give you a better 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 that, don't you?
"Yes, Grace," I replied. I wasn't thinking too clearly now.
"Of course you would. 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."
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. 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 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, you
bastard. I'll show you how to make a girl happy!"
Foggy as I was, I was amazed; even before I put my hand between her
legs, 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 I had fingered her to several orgasms, she drew my face down
between her legs, something Sara would never have allowed. What an
amazing, juicy cunt! 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."
Then she 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. "You poor horny baby," she whispered. "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 he 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 as she crawled astride me. She was so big I couldn't
push her off. I felt helpless under her weight. I had never fucked
with a woman on top. I was powerless. But it was wonderful, even as I
felt control of myself slip away. She did whatever she wanted with my
body. 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. She got herself
off more times than I could count. At last she let me orgasm. As I
collapsed onto 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 ben 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 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 togive 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 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. Grace loved to
go to hockey games and screamed like a maniac when a fight broke out.
Between fuck sessions 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. 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 Grace had not had to go 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 and wank and think about me," she had told me after we
made love 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 flicts 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 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 interesting, 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 nignt 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
paycheck 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, and now my personal life and
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 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? You want to be my little sex
slave!"
This was more than embarrassing; I was terrified. 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.
Searching on the Internet for local psychologists, a flashing banner
caught my eye:
Dr. J. Roth -- Specialized in Psychosexual Problems.
Just what I needed.
To be continued:
I indend to use this posting as a "discussion draft" and will make
changes before it is archived. Comments and suggestions are welcome at
vargas111@yahoo.com
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