____________________________ | | /)| KRISTEN'S BOOKSHELF |(\ / )| DIRECTORIES |( \ __( (|____________________________|) )__ ((( \ \ > /_) ( \ < / / ))) (\\\ \ \_/ / \ \_/ / ///) \ / \ / \ _/ \_ / / / \ \ o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o 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 o particular order other than offering them to you in alpha- o o betical directories. o o I don’t believe in categorizing things. "I don’t want to o o be typed therefore I don’t type things myself." I think it’s o 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 o tertainment and should not be read by minors. Kristen o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o 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...