____________________________ | | /)| 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 Iranian, The (Fm, 1st) by Anon NixPixer (c) 1995 * It was in the early spring of 1981, and the weather was warm for the first time that year. I was finishing up my junior year in high school, and decided to take a bicycle ride. I left my Vienna, Virginia home and peddled away. I was bicycling on Rt 193 (I think), and found myself near the turnoff for Great Falls National Park. I decided to go there. I was bicycling down this dirt path, when I decided to go towards the Potomac River, which was down some rocks. Since I didn't want my bicycle stolen and I didn't have a lock for it, I carried my Bike. It was near the river when I met up with the to ladies. One was Brittish and was wearing a sear blouse and a black bra. The other woman was Iranian, and was wearing a sweater on top and black jeans. I started talking to them, and it became apparrent that the Iranian wanted to go further down the path (and over some rocks), but the Brittish lady did not want to. It looked fun to me, but I could not proceed because of my bike. The Brittish girl offered to watch my bike, and I went on with the Iranian. She and I walked down the path, up and down the rocks when eventually, we came across a steep cliff (which was about 8 feet (or 2.5 meters) high. I was able to scale the cliff, and once on top, I offerred her my hand, which she took. While pulling her up the cliff, her sweater fell a bit away from her chest, and I was able to see her naked breasts (she was not wearing a bra). I guess I was staring, because she asked me if I liked what I saw, and I just blushed. When she got to the top, I think she noticed that my dick was hard, but I wasn't sure if she had noticed. We continued walking, and I kept trying to look down her shirt. She started complaining about the heat (it was getting upto about 80 degrees), and eventually we reached an isolated spot from which we could not be seen, and we sat down and talked. After a while, she asked if I would mind if she took her sweater off because of the heat, to which I replied no. She then stripped her shirt off, and I tried not to stare. We continued talking about politics (her home country had just undergone a revolution), and people, and such. After a while, I realized that I had to pee. I told her that nature was calling, and told her that I was going to relieve myself. She replied that she too had to go. I went behind some bushes, unzipped my fly, and started to pee. I could see her, but she was unable go see me from below about the chest area. Anyways, I was watching her, and she was looking at my face when she got up. I figured that she was going to go behind some bushes, but instead she pealed off her pants and panties and squatted. Being a 16 year old virgin, I lowered my head. When I finished peeing, I stuffed my erect dick back into my pants and walked back to the clearing. The Iranian woman had finished her buisness and was laying out with nothing on. I sat down near her when she asked me if I could put suntan lotion on her back. I said sure, and she rolled onto her stomach and I spread the lotion on her back. I was purposely avoiding her rear because I felt most uncomfortable fondling her there. She had a different point of view though, and this became apparent when she asked me "why don't you put some on my butt?" I said ok, and massaged the lotion into her behind. While working the suntan lotion against her ass, I let my hands wander to around the crack of her ass and near her pussy. When I felt her pubic hair, I pulled my hand away, but when she didn't react, I put my hand back against her outer lips. I was very surprised when I felt how hot and soft her was (I guess I figured that since a man got hard, so did a woman). I then ran my hand along her crack, and she moaned out something like "what are you doing?" I pulled my hand away and said "noting." She then turned over onto her back and said "do more nothing." I then placed my hand over her muff and worked my fingers around. As I entered her with one finger, she moaned for me to stop. I stopped, and she worked around to my jeans and unzipped my pants. She then pulled out my cock and started playing with it. I decided to take my clothing off, and we where then both naked. I really didn't know what would happen next, but I was standing there wearing only a hard-on with a beautiful woman who was about twice my age. Fortunately, she knew what to do. She grapped my cock and pulled it to her face. The wwas she pulled me, I ended up with my face against her pussy. She then licked my member, and I figuredwhat the hell, and put my nose up to her crotch. She didn't smell bad (I guess I assumed she would), and I licked her slit. She moaned and put my cock in her mouth. I couldn't imagine anything ever fealing better than that, but she then started moving her toungue around. I enetered her pussy with my toungue and felt it spasm. She continued to work over my dick, but I was so turned on, I came fast. She swallowed my man juice and proceded to tense up in an orgasm of her own. She then pulled away from my still erect cock, stood up, got dressed and left. I put my pants back on and ran after her. She said that she had what she wanted, and asked me if I enjoyed it. I said yes, but is that all there is? She looked at me and said, "I am old enough to be your mother." I was a feeling dejected, and it showed on my face when she said something like "would you of rather nothing happened?" I then realized what she meant. It felt good, we enjoyed ourselves, so isn't that enough? I walked her back to her friend, got on my bike, and bicycled home. The End.