A Winter Judy: Morning After


Chapter 1.

I awoke with the unmistakable scent of Judy on my fingers. The taste of Judy in my mouth. Although they were cut with the tinctures of the oils used in the proceedings of the night before, it was unmistakable Judy.

Judy. The younger sister of a life long friend. Decades later here I am waking up in her bed. It was a chance meeting at a neighborhood Christmas Tree lighting. When our conversation that evening took an unusually frank and open turn I awake here  with my hands each cupping a beautiful buxom breast with Judy’s surprisingly skinny ass pressed against my awakening dick. Judy is still asleep.

The night before I had given her a heaping portion of oral and digit pleasure with no gratification sought or received of my own.

I know.

It is not easy being a saint.

I also know that this morning my sainthood would come into question.

Judy being a tall woman it is a pleasant experience to stretch out next to her. All our skin contacting in the right places. Having recently been involved with lovers of a shorter stature than myself the full length blond delight beside me was a welcome change. No matter how hard I try to not draw comparisons between things, my monkey brain always does of it’s own accord. I only try not to give these judgemental thoughts weight and live in acceptance and joy of gifts bestowed. Judy was certainly a long awaited gift. The younger me would be pawing her large breasts from my first waking moment. But the older and wiser me with the knowledge of her reticence about relationships and unsure of what her mornings reaction to the intimacy I lavished her with the night before kept me in cupping rather than kneading mode on her magnificent tits. The cold winter morning  made the body warmth ideal for us both so I drifted back to sleep inspite of the rather stiff neck I had given myself from the previous eve’s oral exertions. So I stayed warm and close and gently stretched out on my back and fought the fondle urge. I soaked in the nearness to my statuesque bedmate.

I must have drifted off. I began to dream of the sound of Judy’s breathing, quickening as it did the night before as my fingers searched out all those places that gave rise to desire within her reviving body. The quickened breath was changing to low moans of pleasure and I realized I was slowly awakening and as my eyes opened there was Judy on her knees above my thighs with fingers working feverishly within and without her. She was looking intently at my body and when she saw my open eyes she smiled. She nodded at my erect cock and said, “See. I even make you hard in your sleep.”

She was a sight. All blond fringed and matching trimmed rug. Clear blue eyes, and pink nippled momentous breasts heaving from accelerated breathing. Her hands reached out and I enjoyed the feel and fragrance of her fingers tracing along my jawline.

“Watching you sleep I saw the young friend of my brother’s. You really haven’t changed that much.” she said softly.

“Well I am grateful for your changes. You are sure not that skinny little kid anymore.” I smiled back with my eyes. She knew she was no longer skinny. No longer a kid. Neither of us have been either skinny, or a kid for a long time. But I could also see familiar faces in her countenance now. She was certainly part of a family I had known most of my life. From her brother, best friend for life, her mother who was forever offering me food when we were young, down to her deceased father and brother. The last two left scars on her that could not be seen but were apparent when paying attention.

“No more fooling around. Are you going to make love to me or do I have to do it all by meself?” Judy asked.”I think I have been waiting for this moment for years. Here we are.”

“I have fantasized about this even longer I’ll bet.” I answered back.

I took Judy in my arms and spread her out on her back. I kissed her lips and she kissed me back with a furtive darting tongue. Our tongues enticed each other playfully and our kiss grew deeper. I supported my weight on my hands and remained off to one side with my knees. My mouth wandered to Judys neck, nibbled an ear lobe, the slowly moved my kisses to those tits. Tits of legend. Songs have been sung about tits this perfect. My tongue sang a silent song as I worked each one in their time and enjoyed the nipples response of each.

Judy was ready and her hands coaxed my hips over her dripping and ready snatch. Her mouth did not say fuck me. Her whole being was crying out to be fucked

As I gazed into her one blue eye that wasn’t covered by her straight blond hair that had fallen over her face, I was having revelations of paradise below. Judy was first time tight with the bonus of the wet wantonness of a mature woman with a dirty mind. There would be plenty of time for speculation about why she was so tight. I was slowly immersing myself in her heavenly tightness again and again and dipping deep draughts at her dewy well.

I had thought about this moment for years, so the fucking was classic. Close quartered. Me on my elbows. Nuzzling Judy’s neck with kisses. Lips with kisses. My chest pressed against her glorious bosoms. My hips rising and falling as I fell into Judy with each thrust. Her legs wrapped around me tight. Her heels coaxing me as if I were a steed. Regret on each withdrawal as I felt her hungry cunt clutch my cock, gripping the base of the head as a warning before I withdrew and lost my purchase of her pussy. Then a slow sustained thrust again into Judy. The Judy I had wanted for ages. The Judy I recently had a chance to know again. The Judy I was entering again and again. As tender a turn of the screw than any for years past. Hopefully to be a tender fuck for years hence.

I pumped long. I pumped deep. I would pause upon each pinnacle of exit until I felt Judys gates to paradise close before pushing into her again and feel her shiver and exhale with each entrance again and again.

She was about to cum.

I was unable to not cum.

With Judy below  I work my finger into her cunt in addition to my prick and when my fingertip found that Judy is blessed with that little ridged patch of pussy wall betwixt her clit and belly button which I gently massage while still gently and slowly bucking in and out of her.

This brings on the unexpected. She begins to shiver and shake uncontrollably. Tongue begins to protrude from her lips pointed and extends almost unnaturally to a point. Her big blue eyes start rolling and become the whites only while blue pupils roll back in her head.

I momentarily have thoughts of seizure running through my mind as her pointed tongue continues to protrude, but her eyes are blue again and her hands on my ass coax me deeper and deeper into her again and again as she still seems to be cumming or crying or both. Her breasts are spread out, overflowing at her sides resting on her biceps and shaking from her shivers and her arm efforts to seemingly pull me down harder,  with every plunge me splitting her pussy lips wide as I stir my hips in her roiling cauldron.

She is cumming. She is sobbing, She is weeping uncontrollably and cumming so intense that I no longer am trying to finesse fuck and just fuck her with abandon. Her combo orgasm and crying jag, as well as built up sexual hydraulics from my last nights exercise of self denial, my own orgasm was now burning it’s way from the base of my skull down my spine and out through my prick like a fireplace flue ablaze with pumping spunk by the quart into Judy. Her shattered pussy absorbed what it  could but the rest leaked over sheets and covers and pillows alike leaving the mother of all wet spots as we came together epically with a singular finality.

Having experienced that event together we collapsed together in the sopping sheets and blankets unable to move

I collapsed at her side and held her close as she sobbed on, secretly enjoying the feel of her matronly bosom, now reduced to two wonderful freestyle tits against my chest.

I was enthralled and enraptured. I did not realize how frightened and threatened Judy would feel about this event and her loss of control.

I would find out.

First clue should have been when Judy regained her senses she pushed me away from her like I was a convict and announced she had shopping plans with some girlfriends for the day.

About Pete Symes

Purveyor of paralogical compliance to verbally mediated reality and artisanal smut and full time flâneur.

Posted on February 6, 2014, in adult, Blogging, erotic, serial, smut, Snarky and tagged , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. 3 Comments.

  1. Love, love, love this! Why didn’t I read this sooner?! (Another face palm moment!) Going to find the beginning! This was breakfast and, even though I’m full, I’m peckish enough to want more. You’re great for a diet but hell on smoking, and absolute excellence!


    • Thanks @wildfire8470. Hope your breakfast was as eventful as these characters. Now stop making me want a cigarette because you encouragement is addictive enough.


  2. Thank you! Still, if you keep writing, I’m never gonna quit (either!) ;o)


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