Str8 Story: Passion in the Dark
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Posted:Aug 16, 2017 11:20 am
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Nayika Jaidev, her heart thumping with a rush of blood to the head, watched the salient figure on the bed at the far side of the dark room. The man was connected to a rectangular -- now faintly beeping -- portable oxygen concentrator that stood like some dystopian robotic sentinel beside the single bed. An oxygen mask on the man's aging face rose at intervals like a boat bobbing on mild waters.
From the single dim yellow lamp that illuminated the room, Nayika could make out the man's white dhoti (traditional Indian loin-cloth for men) which had moved away -- due to the old man's restlessness on bed -- and exposed a generous bit of his thighs on both sides. Old Man Jaidev, 77 years of age, grandfather to Nayika, afflicted with severe asthma, lay asleep as her grand- watched him with unholy speculation from across the room.
Nayika Jaidev, Indian-American, 19 years old, dusky complexion, medium height, spectacled and unshaved in the arm-pits, bit her lip as her grandfather shifted on the bed. She then shut the room door and tiptoed uneasily to her own bedroom across the dark hallway. Her parents and siblings were fast asleep and she felt a pang of anger and envy rise within her.
She was dating the Debate Club captain tomorrow and she required a dose of her 'secret formula' tonight. Her usual supplier -- the gatekeeper of the local library was off on vacation and now she was in a dilemma over the sourcing of the 'formula'. As Nayika watched herself in the mirror, caressing her nipples over the soft fabric of the pink polka-dotted pajama top, she realized that tonight was her only chance and as crazy as it might get to be, she would have to take the unspeakable plunge.
She brushed her hair back, pinning it into a bun and then moved to action. First, she applied a rich spray of a new deodorant (deodorant for men) to camouflage her body odor. Next, she undressed to the buck and massaged oil over her entire body so that Old Man Jaidev's hands did not stick to one place for too long. Then she gulped a couple of Mentos mint dragees -- precaution if Old Man Jaidev decided to kiss her.
With that, she quietly slipped back into the dark hallway, then into her grandfather's room and locked the door shut. Oh fuck! My mask!, she realized and unlocked the door to go out again. She finally slipped on her rubber tiger mask from 3rd grade, surprised that it still fit her, before entering the room again.
Now even if the old man woke up to see his mysterious lover in the middle of the night, Nayika's identity was well-protected.
She scampered to the bed, stopping at the edge. The old man had started snoring. Good for me, Nayika thought, that will drown out my moans. She giggled soundlessly.
She perched on the bed, eyeing the old man's crotch and slid next to him so that she was now lying beside Old Man Jaidev. This better be quick, Nayika thought.
She placed her right hand on the man's frail right thigh. A feeling of dread and pleasure passed through her. Her chest heaved as she felt her nipples dry up and a naughty tingle in her vagina. Old Man Jaidev's skin was baby soft, hairless and a tad bit rubbery. As she slid her fingers to his penis, she could feel his breath getting faster and hotter on her face. Thankfully, Nayika prayed, he was still asleep.
Hope he becomes erect soon. And then I will jack him off. Nayika wondered aloud as she crept closer to her grandfather until her nipples felt his ribs and her face touched his earlobes. Though she hadn't planned on it earlier, she now felt an irresistible urge to chew the old man's lobes and kiss the side of his face. Down below, her fingers hit gold. She touched his aging penis and as she clutched it, it began to rise and harden in her grip. Though she had experienced this a couple of times with the gatekeeper down the block, it was almost other-worldly to feel her grandfather's manhood coming to life in her hands.
She brought the fingers to her nose and took in the waft of a salty ginger twang -- the smell of her grandfather's cock. It intrigued her immensely and before she knew it she was chewing his lobes, her tongue and nose pressed into the man's crumpled ancient skin. Meanwhile, down between his legs, Nayika's fingers were now playing with a sagging sack of what felt like Indian spicy meatballs.
She brought her fingers back up, layered them with her spit and returned to the shish kebab -- that was her grandfather's cock. She squeezed the shaft, moving all the way to the head, where she felt the dickhole. The old man was now probably aroused and he began to groan in his sleep. At this, Nayika wrapped her right leg onto his and let the heat between the two bodies -- one terribly young and the other horribly old -- subside into each other.
As the pleasure quotient notched up a little more, Nayika let her fingers slide onto Old Man Jaidev's flat bony belly and eventually resting on his shrunken nipples. Through the thin cotton fabric of his white vest, she sucked on the tiny delights. At that point, the old man opened his eyes, looked about, before finally locking eyes with the woman who was pleasuring him with sensations so intense that he almost felt guilty of having experienced them.
Nayika bit her lip again out of anxiety. Here was the man she deeply respected as her father's father -- a man who was widely seen as the community leader of the small Indian neighborhood in Jackson Heights, NY, a man who led the daily prayers at the mini temple down the street from the Jaidev's. Images from her childhood flashed before her eyes as she stared at Old Man Jaidev -- memories of her grandfather carrying her in his arms to watch the birds at the local park fountain, memories of him teaching her the lyrics of Bollywood film songs and now she was in bed with that very man, yearning to suck on his feebly throbbing penis.
Nayika felt tears well up in her eyes and a bizarre wave of remorse rose in her heart as she ducked into her grandfather's crotch and placed his cock in her mouth. The old man groaned audibly and the sweetish sour taste of her grandfather's cock seeped back into her mouth. An aroma similar to that of pickled onions invaded her nostrils and she indulged herself in it, taking a mouthful of the soft fleshy muscle into her mouth, licking its rim and playfully biting the skin of the shaft. Circumcised cocks were her favorite.
Old Man Jaidev chanted something that sounded like a prayer before spreading his legs wider. As Nayika proceeded to devour his modest scrotum, her spectacles came in the way. She had decided to wear them over the mask so that she could see his penis better, but now they had to go or she would risk breaking them in the event the action got wilder. She began with calculated tongue strokes over the flowy skin of the scrotum that was one of the largest she had ever seen and which reminded her of the ones she had seen in XXX clips of gay men making out.
As she swallowed one of the balls she imagined rasgullas (milk balls that are an Indian sweetmeat specialty) melting in her mouth. Hell, his balls even taste like rasgullas, she thought. Syrupy sweet.
As she slid her tongue back up the shaft of the cock, she could feel the blood gorging into the walls faster than before -- this meant her grandfather was close to an orgasm and a little bit of kissing and licking around the pubes would do the trick.
So Nayika shifted to working the region below the old man's cock. She let her saliva ooze out on the skin for that extra feeling of warmth before kissing and licking the lining all the way down to the anus. Her grandfather groaned again, louder this time but refrained from saying anything else. She took it as a sign that the old man was enjoying every bit of the action he was getting from this stranger -- since he did not know it was his grand- mouthing his tool down there.
When the old man began writhing and jostling suddenly, Nayika Jaidev knew he would cum anytime soon so she took the entire length of the man's medium cock into her mouth and rolled it in a wash of her saliva. By now her face was all sweaty even though the air-conditioner was on and her top wet from the sweat on her grandfather's thighs. She closed her eyes and rimmed the man with quick pecks of her tongue and this seemed to increase Old Man Jaidev's restlessness. She kept at it while rubbing the shaft of the cock vigorously at the same time but then, out of nowhere, she felt a hand on her head. She looked up to see that her grandfather was now sitting on the bed and his oxygen mask was off.
Old Man Jaidev was hot and sweating profusely. He removed his soaked vest and Nayika saw his tongue wipe over his lips quickly. The man was clearly horny now. With a quick tug, off went his dhoti. He sat there naked and Nayika anticipated the worst to come.
"Nayika, I wanna fuck you baby", Old Man Jaidev said in a nervous whisper and with that he pulled his helpless grand- and pushed her to the bed. Nayika, both shocked and hurt, was unable to decide what was worse -- the fact that her grandfather knew that it was her or the fact that she was now on the verge of losing her cherry to her grandfather.
The old man ripped off her cotton top with the ferocity of a mountain wolf and Nayika heard herself shriek in surprise. A coarse hand grabbed her medium brown-nippled right breast and squeezed it tightly. And before she could utter a single word, the old man hastily pressed his lips to hers and went straight for her tongue. Almost instantaneously, she tasted cigarette, betel nut and whiskey in her mouth. His acidic saliva mixed with hers as his tongue probed deeper into her mouth and their nostrils exchanged smells. In her lower torso, a hand was already scrounging in her pubic hair trying to locate the gate to paradise and when it entered, finger by finger, Nayika almost bounced in ecstasy so intense she thought she would faint.
Her grandfather sucked a finger, relishing her juices. Then he bent down and kissed her again. She took him in eagerly this time wanting to find out what she tasted like. A zingy carrot-like flavor hit her taste buds and she was disappointed. She had imagined she tasted better.
Her pajama trouser was the next to go and with that she felt goose bumps hit her exposed plump legs. The air cooled her wet pussy and that aroused her even more.
Old Man Jaidev sucked on her toes feverishly like a on a lollipop and left streams of his saliva flowing down her knees and ankles. The sight of this made Nayika hornier than ever and she found herself rubbing her hardened button-like nipples while simultaneously playing with her vagina.
The smell of wet bodies pervaded the room and the incessant sound of the oxygen concentrator added to the thrill of this passionate moment. Nayika watched her grandfather's cock reach full length, hanging exquisitely from his groin like a ripe banana on a tree that will fall off with the slightest breeze.
The old man had an attractive penis and she observed how the capillaries showed and glistened on the wet skin of its shaft with the perfect mushroom head giving way to a fleshy hole on the top where she could make out the clear watery pre-cum waiting to flow.
Old Man Jaidev put his right hand behind him as he proceeded to lick and kiss the entire length of his grand-'s left leg from the buttocks to the foot. When the hand returned, he placed one finger to Nayika's nostrils and she was overwhelmed with the acrid smell of his anus and feces -- a pungent leafy aroma that was very much similar to her own. Yet, the manliness of the fragrance titillated her to the point of sucking that particular finger clean. The look of awe on the old man's face, when she sucked, was reason enough to warrant this sexual taboo.
And then without warning, his cock touched her pussy lips and she realized the inevitable was about to happen.
"No, grandpa, please don't do it! I don't want to end up pregnant!" she screamed. The old man paused for a moment, then jumped off the bed, fished under the mattress and brought out an old yellow party balloon that was almost the size of a regular condom. He applied spit on his cock, shagged it, then pulled the yellow balloon over it as Nayika watched, both amused and perplexed.
Before she could protest, he was already inside her and she felt the bristles of his grayish white pubic hair stinging her labia. A sudden acute current of paralyzing pleasure swept to her head and she shrieked as her hymen tore apart with the old man's throttle.
A strange mixture of pain and orgasm attacked her in the following moments as her grandfather grabbed her hips and increased his tempo. His cock went in and out effortlessly and Nayika felt it filling the void that was her pussy. The old man, clearly built for long-lasting sex, then bent over her and softly kissed her on the neck and shoulders. By now, Nayika was panting in pleasure and for the first time, put her arms around her balding grandfather and pulled him closer to her chest.
The plopping sound of the cock ramming virgin pussy filled the room and as she watched the expression on the old man's face change, she realized he was now ready to cum. Old Man Jaidev's face contorted wildly as he breathed faster and faster. Nayika moaned all the while and though she suppressed the sound earlier worrying it may wake up her siblings, at this point now, she didn't care. The orgasm was just too much to handle.
Soon enough she felt a tingling sensation of warmth in her vagina -- one that seemed to be flowing and decided that her grandfather had finally given up his milk. The sagging of the old man's chest and his calculated withdrawal confirmed this.
He threw away the fluid-filled balloon and heaved a sigh of much needed relief -- the sexual workout tired him out and with his age, Nayika was surprised that he even lasted this long.
She quickly got off the soiled bed, picked up the balloon and her clothes and disappeared down the hall into her room. Once in, she locked the door behind her, emptied the semen into her hands and applied a generous coat on her face. She would let it remain there for about 5 minutes before applying another coat and then rinsing the face with cold water. This, she believed, would provide her with a glowy fair complexion come tomorrow, when she would hit the bowling alley with the Debate Club captain.
And yes, last but not the least, Nayika took the chance to taste a tiny serving of her grandfather's thick creamy white cum and the next day when I met her at the bowling alley, she told me that it tasted like beaten yoghurt with a pinch of salt and sugar in it.
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Str8 Story: You Mustn't Tell
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Posted:May 27, 2017 2:18 pm
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 2:49 am
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"Told you I'd come visit you tonight," Arthur Preston whispered as he slid under the sheet and slid next to his granddaughter Lisa, and although the single bed made for cramped quarters, as Lisa's grandfather moved against the skinny the snug fit suited the frisky senior citizen just fine.
"What if Mom or Dad come in?" Lisa asked as he felt her grandfather's hand on her shoulder.
"They won't," he assured his granddaughter, who made no move to stop his hand as it came off of her shoulder and moved toward her breast.
...
She hadn't stopped him out in the kitchen earlier in the evening, when he followed her out there to get a drink during the movie they had been watching, although she had been shocked when he came up behind her at the sink.
"You're way sexier that that girl in the movie," Arthur had said, referring to some little that was starring in one of those steamy movies the whole family had been watching, and when he leaned up next to the nubile 18 year old and brought his arms around her to grab her breasts through her t-shirt, all she did was gasp in response.
"Grandpa," Lisa whispered as his hand went down under her t-shirt and burrowed upward, slipping right under her bra and easing it upward, replacing her lightly padded bra cups with his weathered hands while he nuzzled her neck under her light brown hair.
"Nice," her grandfather had said, surprised at first when he discovered how small Lisa's breasts were, but as he kneaded the lemon-sized titties and felt her nipples blossom under his touch, it didn't matter. "Can't you tell what you do to me? Do you feel it?"
Lisa nodded as he took a deep breath through her clenched teeth as her grandfather ground his crotch into Lisa's backside, making her quite aware of his erection.
"Tonight, after everybody goes to sleep," her grandfather hissed softly into her ear, nibbling her lobe as her soft, light brown hair buffeted his cheek and her sweet cheap perfume filled his senses. "I'm going to come visit you in bed. Okay?"
Lisa said nothing, and as her grandfather plucked at her breast buds he sighed and said, "I take that as a yes."
As suddenly as he had approached Lisa, he left, returning to the living room to watch the rest of the movie with his -in-law and their wives. Lisa rejoined them, and Arthur was pleased when Lisa exchanged glances with him.
Her nipples were still popped out with the bumps visible through both layers of her clothes, and Arthur wondered if her parents had any clue about what was going to happen after the movie ended and they went to sleep.
It wasn't my fault, Arthur concluded. Lisa had been asking for it, at least that was the way it seemed to him. Wearing all of those skimpy tops and giving him peeks down the front when she would bend over. He might indeed be old, but not dead, at least down there. Far from it.
...
Lisa was wearing a long tank top and nothing else, so when Arthur's hand went to her breast through the baggy armhole of the top his grope found nothing but flesh, and like in the kitchen before, Lisa's little nipple got hard instantly.
"I love your titties, honey," her grandfather said as he massaged the breast before working his hand out from the armhole and pulling up the bottom of her nightshirt, letting his hand land on her flat tummy and moving it as slowly as he could toward, trying to make the moment last.
Arthur's long, bony fingers went over the pert belly button, and then her hand felt the exquisite softness of her bush.
"You don't have much hair down there, do you Lisa," Arthur asked as he toyed with the impossibly soft wisp of fur that lined her sex. "Do you shave down here?"
"No," Lisa whimpered, her body shivering as she felt her grandfather's fingers slide over her labia.
"So soft," Arthur said. "Are you a virgin, honey?"
"No," came Lisa's reply, her voice quivering under her Grandpa's hand.
"How many boys have you had?"
"Just one," Lisa whispered, her voice ragged as her grandfather's finger slid along the lips of her sex. "Prom night."
"Was it good for you?" Arthur grunted as he thought about the crude coupling that must have taken place. "Did you like his cock in you?"
"No - it hurt."
"Did he have a big cock?" he asked, dipping his finger into Lisa's dripping pussy. "He must have been bigger than the toy in your dresser."
"Huh?"
"Couldn't help myself," Lisa's grandfather said as he dipped the tip of his index finger inside of her sex, causing her to let out a whimper as he told of his spying on her. " growing up fascinate me, and now that you're 18 I wanted to take a peek to see what you were up to. You put that dildo in your little pussy? That black thing?"
"Yes... ooh!"
"Why did you get a black one? Was the boy who fucked you black?"
"No."
"You've played around with other guys though," her grandfather asked. "Sucked on guys cocks?"
"Will you tell my Dad and Mom?" Lisa gasped.
"Of course not honey," Arthur said, sliding his finger deep into Lisa, and savoring the tightness that had not been affected by the rubbery cock Lisa had stashed in her dresser. "This is all between you and me."
"Yes. I have."
"How many?" He asked, and when Lisa said four he added, "Lucky guys. All boys your age?"
"Yeah, except for one guy - he was older."
"You like sucking cock, honey?"
"Yes."
"Let's get this shirt off of you," Arthur said, and without her fighting he tugged it up his granddaughter with ease. "There we go. You smell so nice."
Lisa's grandfather nibbled on her now exposed nipple, and while her hands were momentarily tangled up in the shirt up by the headboard, his lips kissed their way up her side and under her arm, his tongue gliding lightly through a moist and lightly scented armpit that was as smooth as butter.
"Ohhh," Lisa shuddered.
"Like that?" her grandfather asked and after she nodded he added, "So does Grandpa. Here."
Arthur released the grip he had on Lisa's wrists, and after reaching down and unsnapping his pajamas, brought Lisa's hand down to his cock.
"Huh?" Lisa grunted, startled when her hand got placed on his fully engorged organ, and her grandfather kept his grip on her wrist after she had pulled away.
"What's the matter, Lisa?" he asked. "You said you've been with guys before. It's okay. Hold it."
"There," Arthur sighed as he pushed his granddaughter's hand back on the base of his erection. "Nothing to be afraid of. Feel how hard I am?" he asked. "Stroke it. Squeeze it hard. Not bad for a 70 year old man, huh?"
"It's so big," Lisa whimpered as her fingers tried and failed to encircle the shaft, and the feel of her hand trembling made the cock surge as a result.
"Bigger than the boy you had sex with?"
"Omigod yes," Lisa gasped.
"Here," Arthur said. "Now slide your hand up. That's it."
Arthur guided his granddaughter's hand slowly up the entire length of his organ, reveling in the confused sounds she made as her hand kept going and going until she finally reached the tip.
"There you go,' Arthur sighed as she got to the gooey tip. "Rub your finger on the head. Feel my cum dribbling out? You're driving me crazy. You like my cock?
"It's really big," Lisa managed to mumble as her finger rubbed the opening of her grandfather's drooling cock.
"I know," Arthur said.
"Do you want me to - you know - suck on it?"
"Yes, but I want to do something to you first, because I think I've gotten you really horny, haven't I? You're really wet," Arthur mused as he reluctantly pulled away from Lisa's hand and sat up, pulling the sheet away before crawling down to examine her sex.
His eyes having adjusted to the murky darkness, he looked down between his granddaughter's legs at the little wisp of hair his hand had been playing with before parting her thighs and getting his creaking body to get down between those legs.
The smell of her pussy was overpowering as her legs opened up, the aroused state making Lisa's pussy wet and pungent, and the dewy down that greeted Arthur's cheeks was as soft as a cloud when his tongue made contact with his granddaughter's clit.
Lisa's thighs clamped the head between them hard as the experienced tongue danced around her sensitive pearl, and even though his ears were covered Arthur could hear Lisa trying desperately to keep quiet as her orgasm roared through her body.
Her body thrashed around as she came, with Arthur holding her down as she bucked and squirmed, and after her orgasm ended her body still trembled with aftershocks as her grandfather raised up from Lisa's pussy and knee-walked up between her spread thighs.
"Got to have you," Arthur grunted as he brought the tip of his cock to her dripping pussy.
"No," Lisa whimpered, but Arthur was too inflamed to hear her.
"You know you want it," he hissed as he pushed the bulbous knob of his manhood into his granddaughter, and stifled her squeal at the entrance of his glans through the narrow opening. "Ssh!"
"Damn, you're tight!" Arthur hissed as he tried to get in deeper, only to find his granddaughter's pussy too tight, her nerves no doubt a part of it. "Relax."
"Too big," Lisa cried softly. "It hurts."
Arthur contented himself with sliding the head of his cock in and out of his granddaughter, with Lisa letting out little gasps with each thrust until he felt himself coming, shooting his seed into her pussy when he could hold back no longer.
"Sorry," Lisa said as she looked up at her grandfather as he knelt between her legs, her eyes going to the now-spent cock that swayed around her sex, the organ still enormous even now that it was flaccid. "It really hurt."
"You'll get used to it, honey," he said as he rolled down beside Lisa.
"You didn't wear - you know - a rubber," Lisa said as she rolled onto her side, her hand going to the limp cock that was hanging on her grandfather's hip.
"Aren't you on the pill?"
"No."
"Well, I don't think I'm still firing live rounds at my age," he chuckled as he looked up at the ceiling, enjoying the feel of his granddaughter hand gently stroking his cock.
"Didn't mean to be a baby," Lisa said. "I was scared."
Lisa reached over and turned on the lamp next to her bed, the low setting providing enough illumination for Lisa to see what she was holding that had violated her, and her grandfather chuckled when he saw her reaction.
"Oh man," Lisa whispered as she looked at the long beige hose, her finger tracing the outline of the head of the cock, now hidden by the foreskin.
"Keep stroking it honey," Arthur said. "And tell me when you started thinking about me."
"Huh?" Lisa said.
"The way you've been since we got up here," he said. "You've always been so shy and everything. Don't you think I noticed the way you were teasing me? Letting me look down your blouse?"
"Cathy," Lisa said.
"Who? You mean that chubby girl who was with you when we arrived?"
"Yeah," Lisa said as she kept rubbing her hand along the underside of her grandfather's cock, which she had pulled up to rest on his stomach. "She told me about how good it was."
"How good what was?"
"Sex with your grandfather," Lisa explained. "Cathy - she's been letting her grandfather do her for a while. She said that older guys do it better than guys our age. Then when you showed up she told me to check you out, because she had you had a big one. You could see it even though your pants are baggy."
"Didn't know it was going to be this big though," Lisa mused. "You're getting hard again."
"Modern medicine works wonders," Arthur sighed as he felt his cock stir to life. "Although you have something to do with it too. Plus, thinking about you and your friend turns me on too. Do you two ever play around?"
"Grandpa!" Lisa giggled.
"Don't blame you if you did," Arthur said. "That would be fun, being with you two in bed."
"Oh gee," Lisa said. "You would do that?"
"Sure," her grandfather declared. "Think I could handle you two?"
"I can't even handle you," Lisa tittered before freezing as the sound of footsteps in the hallway made them both hold their breath before the bathroom door closed out in the hall. "I think my pussy is too small. Cathy - I bet she could handle this. She's done it with way more guys than me."
"It was just nerves honey," Arthur said. "Next time you'll do better."
"I was just imagining Grandma," Lisa whispered. "She's even littler than me."
"And she does fine," Arthur said. "Not as much as I like it, but she does it. Even does it another way every once in a while."
"You mean?" Lisa said as she stared at the erection she was holding upright. "No way! She takes you in the ass?"
"On special occasions,' Arthur chuckled. "Maybe some day we'll do it."
"No way."
"Want to try again?" Arthur said, and Lisa nodded, jumping off the bed to her desk before running back with a plastic ruler in her hand.
"Want to see how big it is," Lisa giggled as she held the pink measuring stick along the underside of her grandfather's cock. "Cathy won't believe it. Holy shit! Your cock is almost a foot long."
"I don't think you measure it way down where you had the ruler," Arthur explained with a chuckle. "I do want to get at least 6 inches of it in that sweet pussy of yours, but this time I'll get you ready for it."
"There," Arthur was saying as he slid the rubbery dildo into Lisa's cum-filled orifice.
After getting Lisa's toy out of the drawer he had seen it in earlier, he had lubed it up and worked it into his granddaughter's pussy, enjoying her biting the pillow while he loosened her up.
Lisa was thrusting up her pouting mound at the 7" toy, the tiny wisp of golden fleece making the black tool seem even bigger, and as Arthur used some of the lotion on his throbbing erection he knew the time was right.
Yanking the dildo out, he tossed it aside and climbed in between his granddaughter's thighs again, and while it wasn't all that easy, when he push this time he managed to squeeze more than the head of his cock in.
Lisa's stifled squeal sent a chill down Arthur spine as he pushed further inside her vice-like pussy, and when he looked down he saw that she had taken about half of it in.
"Good girl," he sighed as he began thrusting in and out of her tight hole, looking up to see Lisa's hands on her breasts. "That's it. Play with your titties for Grandpa."
It was tough to keep quiet, because the bed was squeaking and Lisa was whimpering,but not even the thought of having his wife or Lisa's parents coming through the door stopped Arthur. He pulled his glistening spear almost all the way out and then slid back in several times, enjoying the sight the that cute little pussy being impaled by his thick manhood, which was stretching Lisa out to the limit.
Arthur felt her pussy contract around his cock savagely as she came, and unable to hold back he came as well, filling her womb with his seed while her pussy seemed to be tried to push him out with contractions.
"Omigod," Lisa gasped as she felt the massive organ inside of her begin to go limp, finally sliding out of her as her grandfather leaned over her. "I'm never going to be able to walk again."
"Sure you will," Arthur said as he straightened up and pulled on his cock with long strokes, squeezing the last drops of sap onto his granddaughter's mound. "So, would you want to do that?"
"Do what?"
"You and me and your friend Cathy," Arthur explained. "I'm here for a couple of more days."
"You would really do that?" Lisa asked. "The three of us together?"
"Why not? Don't you think your Grandpa can take care of both of you?" he said. "Between you two and my pills, I bet I can. Unless you think your friend won't do it?"
"Cathy? She'll do it," Lisa replied.
"Well, you set it up," Arthur said as he climbed off of the bed and got his pajamas back on, his back aching from the workout. "Better get back in bed before your Grandma misses me. Night."
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Arthur looked down at his granddaughter, who was on her knees looking up at him while her mouth stretched wide to take in the head of his cock, and although she couldn't get much more than the head in, she tried like crazy to do her best.
They were in the basement of Lisa's house, while upstairs the rest of the family was walking around unaware of what was going on down in the cellar. They had snuck down at Lisa's request, for two reasons.
One was to tell her grandfather that Cathy was most definitely interested in meeting him, and would be over before lunch. Upon hearing that, Arthur had taken his pill along with a bunch of Advil because his knees and his back were a bit sore from last night.
The second reason Lisa wanted to be alone with her grandfather was simple. "I didn't get to suck your cock last night," she said, so she proceeded to pull it out of his pants and went to work, while her grandfather tried to enjoy it without popping his nut.
"Let's wait until your friend gets here," Arthur said as he helped his granddaughter to her feet and stuffed his cock back under wraps before they went upstairs and out to the garage, where Arthur pretended to be interested in Lisa's car, a ten year old Mazda.
"Where are we going to go?" Arthur asked, and Lisa told her grandfather that there was a place way back in the woods where they went with boys that was secluded.
"Wouldn't it be nicer to do this inside?" he said when Lisa explained that Cathy's mother didn't work so they couldn't go there, and with her house full of company that was out, Arthur suggested a motel.
"Cool," Lisa said, and made up an excuse for having her disappear with her Grandpa.
"So tell me about Cathy," Arthur said while they waited for Lisa's cherubic friend. "I saw her yesterday, but really didn't pay that much attention to her. "I know she's a redhead. Real, I'm guessing?"
"Yeah, but she shaved her pussy," Lisa explained. "That made her grandfather mad, because he likes hairy ones, and Cathy really had a gigantic bush. She's going to let it grow back though, on account of how her labia are so big she thinks it looks gross."
"Never had one without hair," Grandpa mused. "Although you don't have very much around yours."
"I know. Cathy's was so hairy it grew on the insides of her thighs and way down to her ass crack, and that kind of embarrassed her, but her Grandpa liked it."
"He seems like a kindred spirit to me," Arthur suggested. "Must be a of the sixties like me."
"I guess. He even had her stop shaving her pits over last winter," Lisa said while making a face. "You should have seen her."
"I should have," Arthur repeated.
"She's a couple months older than me. Just turned 19. She's kinda chubby. Big butt and really big tits. She's like a double D cup I think."
"Interesting."
"You'll probably end up liking her more than me," Lisa pouted.
"Don't be silly," Arthur said and he looked around before squeezing his granddaughter's butt. "You're a little hottie and with always be my favorite."
"Here she comes," Lisa announced, and her grandfather turned to see Lisa's friend coming up the driveway.
Now that he was about to get to know the girl more intimately, Arthur looked the over. She was about 5'4" and was chubby but seemed pretty solid. She was definitely a redhead, with flaming curls and a galaxy of freckles that were revealed with the tank top she was wearing that exposed her shoulders, neck and arms.
Under the yellow tank top Arthur could see the heavy duty harness that was straining to contain a huge pair of jugs, and the shorts Cathy was wearing showed a pair of legs that were plump but shapely.
"Hi, Mr. Preston," Cathy said, her toothy smile wide as her eyes went down to Lisa's grandfather's crotch.
"Hello. Looking for something?" Arthur asked playfully.
"Lisa said you got a big one," Cathy said while blushing. "I told her you did."
"Come here," Arthur said as he motioned for them to follow him around the back of the garage out of sight, and when they got back there he pulled his zipper down and took Cathy's wrist. "Reach in and say hello."
Cathy let Lisa's grandfather put her hand inside the fly of his trousers, and after fumbling around briefly her pudgy fingers found what they were looking for.
"Holy shit!" Cathy said as she started to pull on the monstrous organ.
"Told you!" Lisa responded.
"Oh man," Cathy moaned. "My Grandpa's got a big one, but not this big. Yours is fucking huge. Let's go back to the woods."
"I can see you liked it," Arthur chortled as he nodded down to the busty girl's nipples which were practically popping through the blouse and bra she had on.
"My Grandpa wants to take us to a motel," Lisa giggled.
"Awesome!"
"Let's go," Arthur said so they hopped into Lisa's car, and as Lisa drove Arthur asked his granddaughter's friend if it was true what Lisa had said.
"Yeah, I shaved it," Cathy said. "I wish I didn't shave it all, but I was tired of being so hairy. Want to see what I looked like?"
From the back seat Cathy handed Arthur her phone, and he shook his head when he saw the picture that she had brought up.
"You're a real redhead, that's for sure," Arthur said as he looked at the burnt orange bush. "Doesn't look like it's too hairy to me though."
"Look at this one," Cathy said as she hit a button and showed Arthur a picture of her on her back naked, with arms and legs akimbo.
"Who took the picture, your grandfather?"
"Yeah. The pit hair, that was his idea too," Cathy said as she lifted her arms to reveal her plump and now smooth underarms. "See? All gone."
"Too bad," Arthur mused.
"You sound like my grandfather," Cathy giggled.
"I like the guy without even meeting him," Arthur said as he handed Cathy her phone back. "He sounds like another of the 60's. Who knows, if this works out maybe we could all get together."
"You mean us with my Grandpa?" Cathy said. "That would be so freaky!"
"You seem a little wild, Cathy," Arthur said. "Ever do 2 guys at once?"
"No, are you kidding me?"
"Sure. I could be on my back with my cock in your pussy, and your grandfather could stick his cock in your ass..."
"He loves doing that," Cathy chimed in. "Oh man!"
"And Lisa here could be sitting on my face," Arthur suggested.
"Girl - drive faster," Cathy said to Lisa. "My panties are so wet my pussy juices are seeping through my shorts."
***
Arthur couldn't believe the show that was going on right in front of him on the hotel bed. His granddaughter Lisa and her friend Cathy, as naked as he was, were going at it, and just like the night before, little Lisa had been the submissive one while Cathy was more like him. The aggressor. The predator.
Not in the real sense, because they were both 18, but compared to Cathy both physically and emotionally, Arthur's granddaughter was a and although Lisa's body was perky and more enticing to Arthur, Cathy's looked like a woman.
Arthur had been nervous while renting the motel room, and felt like a pervert when he had the girls sneak in afterwards, but once the door locked behind them Arthur forgot everything and was enthralled when Cathy took the initiative and said that she was going to get warmed up with his granddaughter.
Cathy had peeled Lisa's blouse and shorts off quickly, and when she deftly unhooked his granddaughter's bra and replaced the cups with her chubby freckled hands, Arthur's cock was already erect and waving in front of him as he watched from the side.
"Motherfucker!" Cathy said when she got distracted by the sight of her lover's Grandpa slowly sliding his hand up and down his erection, and although he recoiled at the salty language coming from the he also enjoyed the look she gave his swollen organ. "You're hung like a , dude. Can't wait to feel that big boy inside of me."
"Keep going," Arthur groaned as he watched Cathy pull her own blouse off of her head. "Lisa honey, why don't you take Cathy's brassiere off of her?"
"Front hooks, babe," Cathy told Lisa, and then reached up and ran her fingers through her curly red locks before linking her hands behind her neck and smugly watching Lisa fumbled with the hooks that held the contraption.
"Ah!" Cathy sighed after Lisa had undone the last hook, smiling as her friend was startled when the hooks popped out of Lisa's grasp when the harness lurched off of her and her breasts burst free.
"Whatcha think?" Cathy said as he looked over at Lisa's grandfather for approval.
"Lisa said you were a Double D cup," Arthur sighed as her stared at the enormous bell shaped breasts that had eased down to Cathy's thick stomach and the marks made by the heavy duty harness. "I think you might need to go up a size. That's it. Hug each other."
The sight of the two teens embracing, with Cathy's huge breasts pressing against Lisa's titties, made Arthur stop stroking his cock for fear of shooting a load into the cheap carpet of the motel room.
Arthur's old occupation came into his thoughts as she watched Cathy and Lisa embracing and kissing, and having been the produce manager of the local grocery chain, all he could think of was that when those tits rubbed up against each other, it was like watermelons and lemons together.
"Go down on Cathy," Arthur instructed his granddaughter and the shed their panties, and although the sight of Cathy's smooth pussy was a bit off-putting, there was nothing at all -like about the rest of her.
Lisa's face went down between the chubby thighs that parted to accommodate her, and when Arthur saw the over-sized labia on Cathy, he wondered whether they looked huge because there was no hair around them or they were just plain big. Probably a combination of the two, Arthur concluded as Lisa's face eased into the fold.
"That's it girlfriend," Cathy moaned as she reached up and squeezed her fleshy tits, which even on her back still looked enormous, and as he plucked nipples that were as fat and thick as bullets, she implored Lisa. "Show your Grandpa what a great cunt lapper you are."
"Gonna do me first?" Cathy was asking Arthur.
"Ask Lisa," Arthur said, and Lisa briefly took her face from her friend's pussy to say it was okay.
"Can I taste that pussy too, honey?" Arthur asked his granddaughter, and after Lisa rolled away Arthur took a look at the first hairless crotch he had ever gone near, and while it looked alien, it smelt like woman.
Arthur's tongue ran along the puffy lips of Cathy's sex before dipping in, and after he started lapping away he heard Cathy's squeal of approval, but after a minute Arthur had to stop.
"Gotta have it," he grunted as he got up onto his knees and directed traffic on the king sized bed, which was full of flesh. "Get over next to Cathy, honey. That's it. Suck on her tits."
"Eeee!" Cathy squealed as Arthur pressed the head of his manhood into the redhead's opening, and although the labia were large, the opening wasn't that much more accommodating than his granddaughter's had been, and when he pushed into her Arthur hoped that nobody was in any of the adjoining rooms.
"That's it, squeal you little pig," Arthur mumbled to himself, and as his massive tool tore into Cathy he felt none of the remorse and showed none of the compassion he had shown to Lisa, because Lisa was a tender innocent.
"Take it all girl," Arthur said as he pushed all of his cock into the writhing , glancing over at Lisa, who looked like a deer caught in the headlights as her girlfriend got pushed up to the headboard, although he noted that she was fingering herself as she watched Cathy get impaled by her Grandpa.
"Holy motherfucking shit," Cathy groaned, the color of her face now matching her hair as Arthur fully impaled her before pulling it all out of her and plunging back in. "Fuck!"
"You like that, don't you?" Arthur cackled. "You gonna like it when I'm fucking your ass later?"
"Fuck," Cathy grunted, holding the backs of her thighs with her hands while her friend's grandfather began humping faster and harder. "Fuck!"
"Get ready for me, honey," Arthur told his granddaughter. "After she cums I'm going to you."
Lisa nodded and got next to her friend on the bed, her hand still wiggling inside her pussy while she watched her Grandpa fuck her friend, and when Cathy started to cum the whole bed shook as her pussy clenched down on the 70 year old rod inside her.
"Take it out take it out!" Cathy screamed as her body lurched and she made like Joe Cocker with her arms.
Arthur was shocked for a second, but as he pulled his member out of the 's pussy he was looking down when a gusher of fluids drenched his crotch, followed my a second less explosive blast.
"She squirts sometimes," came the giggling voice of his granddaughter who seemed amused at her grandfather's shocked expression, but Arthur recovered quickly and knee-walked around Cathy - whose body was still convulsing - and went between his granddaughter's thighs.
"Ow!" Lisa gasped as Arthur's dripping cock got reminded how tight his granddaughter's pussy really was, and now Arthur forced himself to be more gentle and tender, not impaling Lisa like he had Cathy, only working about half of his cock in and out of her while she squeezed her little titties for him.
"So fucking hot."
The voice had come from Arthur's side, where Cathy had recovered and was now kneeling down beside them, watching Lisa and her grandfather moving in a steady rhythm.
"So fucking hot watching you fuck your Grandpa," Cathy was telling her friend, and while she watched them her hand was deep inside of herself while behind her the bedding was drenched. "You go girl. Take that big cock deep."
"You had enough?" Arthur asked Cathy as sweat rolled off his body and onto his granddaughter while he watched Lisa begin to heat up.
"No way," Cathy said. "I want more though. I want you to cum in me after you make Lisa cum."
Arthur nodded, wishing he had taken a couple extra Advil because his back was beginning to feel the effects of all this, but he sucked it up because he doubted whether this would ever happen again. He tried not to cum himself when he felt Lisa's pussy contract around him while she thrashed beneath him.
"Do me doggie," Cathy said as Arthur climbed out from between his granddaughter's thighs.
Okay, but turn around the other way. "Face the dresser."
"Like this?" Cathy asked after the three of them rearranged their bodies, and as Cathy got on all fours the cherubic looked up at the reflection in the mirror. "Cool."
Arthur contorted his back a little as he came up behind the chubby redhead, whose back was a galaxy of freckles on pale white skin. Cathy's ass was plump but pretty solid, and after kneading the chunky ass cheeks he spread them open.
Deep in the fleshy crevice he saw Cathy's anus, and while she had shaved almost everywhere there was still a tiny circle of burnt orange hairs around her tan balloon knot, and he playfully slipped his finger in the tight hole, enjoying the stunned reaction of Cathy in the mirror before telling her, "Next time," as he moved up tightly behind her.
"Oh man," Cathy groaned as Arthur slid his cock into the plump from behind. "Feels even bigger this way."
"You like it though, don't you?" Arthur cackled, reaching out and grabbing Cathy's hair and pulling her head back gently while she laughed and said yes.
"Fill with your Grandpa sap," Cathy said in a challenging voice.
"When I'm ready," Arthur sighed as he leaned up into the fleshy backside, running his hands all over the freckles as he looked at them in the mirror.
Cathy's jugs were hanging down almost to the bedding, and the massive mammaries swayed a beat behind as they started the bed rocking. Arthur reached down and around, cupping the huge tits as best he could while his aging hairy body covered the like the true predatory animal he was.
"I love you honey," Arthur said to Lisa, who was watching her Grandpa screw her friend, and not wanting her to feel left out Arthur nodded for her to kneel next to them.
"Give Grandpa a kiss," Arthur said, and as they kissed in a decidedly un-family like manner he asked his granddaughter to play with his balls.
That's it," Arthur said when he felt his wagging scrotum get captured his her little hand. "When Cathy cums, I want you to really squeeze them Like you were milking them dry, okay?"
"Harder," Cathy was grunting as they looked at themselves in the mirror, and Arthur responded, his thrusts so violent that the bed started inching towards the dresser.
"Now!" Arthur yelled as he watched Cathy's face do an imitation of the painting The Scream, and as he let out a feral howl Arthur felt Lisa squeezing and twisting his balls as he joined in the orgasm, filling the portly 's pussy with his aged sap.
"Go get it," Arthur sighed as he let his cock flop out of Cathy, nodding to Lisa after rolling Cathy onto her back. "Clean her up."
Lisa looked apprehensively as Cathy's pussy, with the milky white semen drooling out from between the puffy lips, but she did as her grandfather asked, letting her tongue slide up and down the crevice as he looked down with pride.
***
They had moved to the other bed because they had made the first one unbearable to lay in, and now the three of them were comfortable in a fresh bed. Surrounded by the two 18 year olds, the old gray grandfather looked like he was in heaven as he rested on his back, hands clenched behind his head as the two girls plucked his nipples and played with the hair on his chest.
"Mine were hairier than yours," Cathy said as he slid her hand up and ran her fingers through the silver spray of hair in Arthur's armpit.
"Yours were hairier than anybody else in the world," Lisa giggled from the other side of the bed.
"You didn't seem to mind," Cathy retorted, before asking Arthur whether or not he would be able to do an encore.
"My Grandpa can only do it once usually," Cathy explained. "So it's okay if you can't."
"He did it twice last night," Lisa said, coming to her grandfather's defense.
"I might be able to," Arthur said, hiding his grimace as best he could as he tried to find a comfortable position, and although he knew his cock could rise again, the thought of trying to get his back to cooperate was the sticking point. "If I got some help..."
Cathy immediately knew what Arthur wanted, and after she had slid down the bed Lisa joined her friend at his other hip. Lifting the utterly limp cock from between Lisa's grandfather's legs, Cathy gave the organ a long slow tug, stretching the cock as far as she could while they giggle.
"It's scary even soft," Lisa said.
"Scary good," Cathy said as Lisa's hand held the rubbery hose at the stump while Cathy slid the foreskin down to exposed the mushroom-shaped glans. "My Grandpa's not cut either. I like them better like this."
"Is your grandfather's this big?" Lisa asked, and Cathy shok her head.
"No, his is pretty big," Cathy said. "I think it's about 7", but my Grandpa's isn't nearly as thick as this."
"You know 7" inches is pretty damn big," Arthur said in defense of the kindred spirit he would love to meet. "You spend too much time on the Internet looking at freaks and photo-shopped dicks."
"This should be on the Internet," Cathy said before licking around the ridge of the crown. "We could make you a porn star. How would you like to see your dick in a website, Mr. Preston?"
"I'd rather see it in your mouth," Arthur suggested. "Both of your mouths."
The girls giggled, but then Cathy began to suck on the cock she was holding, and as Arthur began to feel his organ tingle he watched her pass it to his granddaughter.
They went back and forth, sharing the cock that slowly began to get harder and thicker. Their tongues dueled at the tip, slapping the opening along with each other's tongues, and the sight made Arthur take a deep breath.
"Don't forget my balls," Arthur said, and as Lisa tried to suck the cock her friend ducked down and gave each of his wrinkled nuts an exquisite bath.
Cathy was the more talented cocksucker, Arthur determined, figuring that the little piglet probably had a whole lot more experience, but as for watching his granddaughter's lips going up and down his manhood as far as they could? Well, there was something different about that which made up for a lot of inexperience.
"Both of you use a hand," Arthur said as he became nearly erect, and after they got a steady rhythm going with their fists sliding up and down the shaft Arthur suggested a new position. "How about you two riding me this time?"
"Me first," Cathy squealed as she scrambled up to her knees. "I'm already wet."
"You're always wet," Lisa said with a pout.
"I'll cum in you this time, okay baby?" Arthur told his granddaughter, and Lisa smiled as she watched Cathy mount her Grandpa.
"AW!" Cathy groaned as the bulbous head pierced her opening while her Rubenesque body squatted unsteadily over the lance. "Help me girl."
Lisa helped balance her friend as Cathy slowly eased herself down, and along with her grandfather Lisa got a perfect view as the foreskin slid down along with the labia before the thickly veined shaft got swallowed up by the redhead's pussy.
"Nice," Arthur said as he did his part by reaching up and cupping the huge udders that dangled down in front of him, their size even overwhelming his long bony fingers.
Arthur's finger traced around the circumference of the crimson aureoles, which had to be even bigger than drink coasters, before plucking at the fat pegs of Cathy's nipples, making the cherubic girl groan as she put her hands over the wrinkled ones already on her tits.
"This is so good," Cathy said after she had managed to work all of Arthur into her snug cavern as Lisa knelt by her side, stroking her freckled shoulders and nibbling her neck as her friend began humping on him harder.
"Cum!" Arthur said, almost commanded, and as if on cue, Cathy responded, her body swaying around and her head rolling around on her shoulders as she came, and after she was done Lisa almost pushed her friend off so she could climb on herself.
"Ouch," Lisa said as she struggled to stay squatting over her grandfather as she took the head into her little furry opening.
"You can take more than that," Cathy said as she acted like a spotter while Lisa did little squat thrusts on her grandfather. "That's it."
Arthur was surprised at how much of the cock she was able to take like this, and as she got a better feel for the balancing act she seemed to enjoy it ever more.
"Yeah!" Cathy chirped, seeming to be enjoying it just as much as her friend. "Ride that big boy!"
Lisa's head was like a bobbing head doll as she rode Arthur's cock, and he enjoyed Cathy's hands all over Lisa's titties, squeezing and kneading the little buds roughly while the bed bounced beneath all of them.
"Gonna cum soon, aren't you girlfriend?" Cathy cackled, and then Arthur watched as the redhead grabbed Lisa's hand and pulled her wrist behind her head.
"Oh no!" Lisa laughed as Cathy leaned forward and ran her tongue up and down the wet and smooth hollow of Lisa's armpit while she futilely tried to stop Cathy, and the sight of this made Arthur's orgasm race through his loins.
Arthur thought Lisa's pussy was going to crush his cock flat as she came, screaming while her grandfather shot his load deep into Lisa's womb, and luckily Arthur had just gotten done cumming himself when the tangled mass of bodies collapsed, sending all of them nearly off the bed.
"Did you cum?" Cathy asked Arthur breathlessly, and after he nodded that he had, Cathy pulled Lisa all the way back onto the bed before burying her mouth into the soft golden down, either trying to suck the seed out or force it back inside.
Arthur took a deep breath as he watched the two teens playing next to him, and although he knew that he would pay the price for this tomorrow, he was too busy enjoying the moment now to care.
***
"Guess I pulled a muscle or something," Arthur told his wife the next morning when she saw him struggling to get out of bed the next morning.
"You sure you aren't just saying that to get out of going to the swap meet this afternoon?" she asked, but she could tell that her husband was in pain so she told him that she understood.
"There," Lisa's mother said as she set up the den downstairs for her father-in-law with a heating pad on the couch and the remote control within reach. "And Lisa will be home from school in an hour in case you need anything."
"I'll be fine," Arthur said, and after taking a few more pills drifted off to sleep, and only woke up when he sensed a presence beside him.
"Hi Grandpa,"
"Oh. Hi honey," Arthur said as he looked at the little doll looking at him nervously. "I thought I died and went to heaven when I saw my little angel in front of me."
"It's my fault, isn't it?" Lisa pouted. "Me and Cathy. We hurt your back. Mom called and told me you were hurting."
"No honey, it's just part of getting old," Arthur explained. "Besides, I wouldn't trade yesterday for anything."
"Can I get you anything?"
"Maybe a soda, or a beer," Arthur suggested, and as he watched Lisa prance away in her plaid skirt and white socks the mind started thinking things, writing checks his back could not cash.
"Thanks honey," Arthur said as he took a sip of the Sam Adams and set it down onto table while contorting his back again in an effort to find the most bearable position, and as he did he felt a hand slipping inside the fly of his pajamas.
"Honey..."
"It's all I could think about all day," Lisa said as she extracted the limp brown tube and began to stroke it. "Even Cathy - she said you were the best she ever had, and she's done a whole lot of boys - men."
"I wish that..."
"You did so good on your back yesterday," Lisa reminded her grandfather, lifting her skirt up and pulling down her panties, exposing the little cleft with the wisp of golden fleece around it, and as she pulled on her Grandpa's cock with one hand she fingered herself with the other. "You'll be gone tomorrow."
"We'll be back around the holidays," Arthur said.
"Your cock is getting hard," Lisa said, and started pulling harder and faster on it while yanking off her skirt and fumbling with the blouse buttons one-handed while she kept stroking the thick stiffening rod. "Please? You won't have to move a muscle."
A minute later, Lisa had stripped and climbed onto her grandfather in the sixty-nine position, sucking his cock while presenting herself to him. Arthur's hands parted the delta, his eyes first noting the tiny pink balloon knot and wondering what it would be like to put his cock into that impossibly little orifice.
Instead he licked downward until his tongue was parting Lisa's sex, and as he lapped at his granddaughter's sex a moment before she would climb on top of him, he knew what he was going to ask for Christmas.
"A better back," Arthur mused while tonguing Lisa's clit, and as he felt her wet lips sliding down the knob of his dick, he added, "and more granddaughters."
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Str8 Story: You Should Learn to Relax
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Posted:May 25, 2017 9:08 am
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Damn, I hate it when nothing goes right. It was one of those days. Nothing I did today seemed to work out the way I planned. I got up this early this morning so I could take a few extra minutes getting ready for work. While putting on my makeup, I discovered that I was out of my favorite eye shadow, the color that really makes my eyes stand out. Then I discovered that the blouse I had planned on wearing was wrinkled, so I had to quickly iron it. And then I ripped my pantyhose. So those went into the waste can. Then, while at work, I spilled coffee on a very important , just barely avoiding falling and breaking my neck in the process. Which probably would have been better, because now I'm sitting at my desk, playing number crunch and I can't get the fucking numbers to add up correctly!
The fact that my grandfather was in his office speaking with said important did nothing to calm my anxiety. If I leave the office to try to relax, my grandpa might need me to get something for him. If I'm not there, I will surely look like a slacker. But if I stay here one more minute, I'm going to throw this goddamn computer onto the floor.
In a effort to calm myself, I try to recall what got me here in the first place. After graduating from high school, I was able to complete two years of basic courses at a university back in the states. I was force to put my education on hold while I worked to save up money to complete my education. You see, the U.S. apparently has a fucked up system that states if you don't have a , are not married, and are not in the service, the school considers that your parents should be able to help you pay for school until you are 24 years old even if you don't live with them.
I am 23. And I do not live with my parents. In fact, I am here in Germany working at my grandpa's engineering facility. My parents suggested that I come for a visit to help me relax and see the world. Yeah right. Instead of sitting at my grandfather's house all day being extremely bored, I decided to do some secretary work at his company. I mean, it's not like I can go out exploring, I'd get lost in a heartbeat. And I can't speak the language, so what happens if I want something? Do I point and grunt like a caveman? And screw television. I couldn't understand it even if I could find a decent program on.
So now here I am. Me, a young, blonde hair, blue eye, 5'8" woman stuck behind a desk trying not to have an anxiety attack over what business deal I may have caused my grandfather to lose. Just as I start to get up to run to the restroom, the door to my grandfather's office opens.
"Thank you very much Mr. Riechen. And I promise you, you won't regret a thing," I hear grandpa say. All I could do was stiffen my spine and smile weakly as my grandpa led Mr. Riechen out the door. As my grandpa came back in, I was pretending to look at the numbers on my desk. Oh boy, here it comes, I thought. I'm on the next flight back to the United States.
But to my surprise, Grandpa walked around me and put his hands on my shoulders. "Good Lord, Kimmie," he said, using his nickname for me, "you're too tense." With that, he began to massage my shoulders. Relief flooded through my body. I couldn't help it, I began to cry. After all the crappy things that had happened today, I had planned to have my ass chewed out. But here was Grandpa, being as sweet as can be.
"Hush now," he said. "We'll have none of that. Just relax and let me rub your shoulders. Tell me what has you so upset." So, I did. Everything just came pouring out. Once I started, I couldn't stop. "Honey, I wish I would have known all that. I would have given you the day off."
"I know grandpa, but I just wanted to show everyone that I'm not here just because I'm your granddaughter."
"But that is exactly why you are here. You're here because I wanted to keep you out of trouble when you got bored at my house. There is nothing wrong with that. I busted my ass to make the company the successful business that it is. And if it helps my granddaughter's life a little easier, then I have nothing to be ashamed of, and neither do you, you understand?"
"I guess so," I said, sniffing. "I think I'm just stressed out. I thought my life would be on track by now. I should have graduated from college this past May. Instead, I'm two years behind and I have no clue as to when I'm going back, or even what I will be majoring in."
"Yeah, that sounds like you."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, baby, I've watched you grow up. And the one thing that I couldn't understand was why you always had everything planned out. You had your week planned, your day planned, hell, I even bet you had your hours planned. And when things didn't go according to plan, you flipped out. Honey, the world doesn't go according to plan. You can set guides, but you can never make plans. You see, guides just help keep you on path. If you don't get something done when you expected, who cares. If it's important enough, you'll get it done eventually. You should learn to relax."
During his speech, my head had lolled back from relaxation. My eyes flew open from their drowsy state when my head landed on something hard.
"Oh, uh, sorry sweetheart. Sometimes I get carried away."
Totally shocked I asked, "Did I do that?"
"Well, sort of. I'm sorry. It's just been so long and here you are, a young, attractive, intelligent woman and you're letting me touch you. My body sometimes has a mind of its own."
So does mine. Now where the hell did that come from? I wondered. I turn my head to the side and proceed to plant a kiss and a lick on grandpa's dick through his pants.
"Baby doll, what are you doing?"
"I'm sorry, gramps, but no one has ever turned me on like this before. I'm so shy around guys. I just assumed I wasn't much to look at. But knowing that I turn you on turns me on. Please don't make me stop." I looked up with my best pleading eyes.
"Are you sure?"
"Absolutely."
"Ok, I'll let you lead then. Anytime you want to hit the brakes, just do so."
With that said, I motion for Grandpa to sit on the desk in front of me. Then I unzip his pants and proceed to caress his penis through his underwear. I look up at my grandpa's face and his eyes are fixed on me. So I decide to take out my new toy. "Jesus, Grandpa, it's huge!" With that said, I attempt to put the whole thing in my mouth.
"No, slow down, baby. Just lick and suck a little, like a lollipop."
That's one big ass lollipop! So I do as instructed. But I have a few ideas of my own. After all, I may be a virgin, but I'm sure as hell not stupid. I lick the tip, paying special attention to the hole that contains my prize. I also suckle the underside of the head, where I hear men are sensitive. Slowly but surely, I lick my way down to the balls, this time, paying attention to the tiny "seam" that divides them. Then, back up to the tip.
"Oh, shit, Kimmie. Don't stop, I'm gonna cum."
Like a good girl, I close my lips over the head and suck like a baby to a bottle. Soon, I am rewarded with my prize. But it's too much. So some leaks out of the corners of my mouth. But not bad for my first time, if I do say so myself.
"Oh, Kimmie, I want to pleasure you til you scream. But not here. Not in this environment. I want you in my bed. Come on, let's go."
With that, I grab my purse, Grandpa locks up, and we're headed home.
***************** Back at the house...
"Honey, what do you say to a nice, hot shower?" Grandpa asked.
"Sounds wonderful. Were you planning on joining me?"
"That was the idea." With that said, we both head to the second floor, where the master bathroom is located inside the master bedroom.
"Remember what I said, you can stop this at any time."
"Oh Grandpa, I want you so bad. I don't think I'm ever gonna stop." With that said, he proceeds to help me out of my blouse. After the buttons are undone, he unclasps the hooks of my bra, and my breasts are finally free.
"Beautiful." My tits now have grandpa's mouth attached to them. While nibbling my breasts, grandpa has managed to move my skirt down around my ankles. I step out of the skirt and begin to kick off my high-heels. "No, leave them on while you undress me," he rasps. I made a mental note to add lacy socks on my list of things to pick up the next time I am at the store. I can actually see myself stripping down to a white pair of lacy socks and black high-heeled shoes. With that thought, warmth flooded my pussy.
I attempted to be very gentle while taking of grandpa's shirt, but my hands were trembling. I looked up at grandpa and he smile an affirmative at me. So I grabbed both sides of the shirt and proceeded to pull them apart, sending buttons flying. I began rubbing my hands over grandpa's chest, and traced my fingertips down his happy trail. But when I got to the button of his pants he whispered, "Let me." I could only assume that he didn't want me tearing open his pants the way I did his shirt. After all, there was more in his pants that could be damaged.
Finally, we made our way to the shower. (Yes, I took off the high heels.) I enjoyed washing grandpa, and I could tell by his heavy breathing and the way he paid special attention to certain areas of my body that he liked washing me, too. He insisted that he wash my hair, and this only turned me on more. It's a wonderful feeling to have strong, masculine hands massaging my scalp. If he had kept it up much longer, I would have cum just from the eroticism of having my hair washed.
After rinsing my hair, we both dried off and headed to the bed to continue our play. "It's my turn now," he said. "Has a man ever eaten you out before?"
Completely surprised by Grandpa's language, I could only shake my head.
"Has a woman ever eaten you out?"
"No," I whispered, no completely turned off by the idea.
"Good, I get to be the first." Grandpa slowly ran his hands down my body, and spread my legs. After all the tension that had been building up in my body, from the blowjob to the undressing to the shower, I was really excited. That being said, you understand my one lick from my backdoor to my clit had me screaming, "Oh God!" and shaking uncontrollably. There, I had finally had my first orgasm by something ther than my own hand.
"No, not God, but you'll think I am by the time I'm through with you."
Grandpa smiled and went back to sucking, licking, kissing, and even nibbling my pussy. After about two more orgasms, I felt a finger begin to invade my pussy. I assumed Grandpa just wanted to stretch me out a little before he attempted to get his big tool inside me. So I wasn't completely shocked when I felt a second finger enter my pussy. What did surprise me was the two fingers turned and found what I assume was my G-spot. Between that rubbing and the tongue on my clit, I came in a massive orgasm. I was so sensitive that I tried to scoot up the bed to get away from the pleasure. But grandpa insisted on sucking and touching, so finally I just passed out.
I awoke a few minutes later to see Grandpa's face hovering over me. I couldn't speak let alone move, so Grandpa just rolled me over on top of him. I fell back asleep.
I woke this time to having my back rubbed while lying on this warm surface. Then I remembered where I was. But I was too embarrassed to look up. "I know you're awake little one."
I looked up to see a smug expression on Grandpa's face. I just smiled.
"Grandpa, I want you cock deep inside me."
"Well then, get on your knees and guide it in." So I did. I sat back on my knees and grabbed hold of what was about to fill me up. I put the head against my pussy, and used my weight to force the prick in.
Grandpa could tell that I was tight, so he used his thumb to rub on my clit as I slid down his dick. I think only about one-fourth of the massive dick was in me when my orgasm hit. Since I didn't have sense enough to impale myself on Grandpa's dick, Grandpa grabbed my hips to hold me still and shoved upwards. I screamed. It didn't take long to realize what had happened, and I began to grind on Grandpa.
But I wanted something else. I wanted to kiss the mouth that had brought me to my incredible orgasm earlier. So, still grinding, I leaned over and forced my tongue past Grandpa's lips. I could actually taste myself and it was wonderful. When I noticed that Grandpa was meeting my downwards movements with upwards thrusts, I reached behind me to rub his balls. This only made him move faster. So I did something that surprised me. I reached to my pussy, gathered my juices on my finger tip, and proceeded to rub Grandpa's asshole. I had barely pushed the tip in when Grandpa shot off. Right into my womb. Lots and lots of cum I kept up my movements til I was sure Grandpa was dry. Then I laid my head on his chest.
"Thank you, baby. That was wonderful."
"You're welcome. When you've recovered, we'll try some more stuff," I said, thinking of those lacy socks.
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Str8 Story: Young people today
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Posted:May 17, 2017 10:34 am
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2024 2:49 am
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"Maggie - please don't," Oliver Taylor said as he took the last step backwards before he was up against the wall of the guest room of his 's house, and as he looked into the eyes of his 's only all he could think of is what his late wife had often said.
"Young people today," Agatha would often say, shaking her head and going tsk-tsk when confronted by the actions of the latest generation, and while Oliver was more tolerant of the changing times, he knew what she had meant.
But this? Who would have ever expected things to come to this? Oliver certainly hadn't, not when he had taken his Connie up on her offer to spend the summer at her home. The way she explained it to him, it was perfect, because not only would she not have to worry about him being alone in that big house of his, it was also a great way for him to spend time with his family.
Connie had also mentioned that he could also help her keep an eye on her Maggie, who she had said "could be quite a handful at times".
Oliver wondered if his knew how right she had been, because she might have known that Maggie had a dirty mouth and dressed in clothes way too revealing for an 18 year old to wear, but Oliver was certain that she had no idea how wild she really was.
Maggie had been waiting for him when he got out of the shower that morning, and had followed him right into his bedroom, where her lewd comments and provocative behavior had reached new depths.
"Relax, Grandpa," Maggie said as she looked into his eyes, and it was another sign of how things had changed that Oliver's granddaughter was about the same height as his 5'7". "We're just playing."
"Please," Oliver pleaded as he felt his granddaughter's hand between his legs.
Having parted the opening of the bathrobe, Maggie was fumbling with the damp towel around his mid-section, and then had simply tugged it down and was now having her way with him.
"Got a little one, huh Grandpa?" Maggie giggled as she grabbed his limp manhood and began to pull on it. "That's okay. I don't mind. Sure is rubbery."
"You're touching my privates! What if..."
"She won't be back for a couple more hours," Maggie said as she yanked on his cock, and then giggled again when she let go of his member and reached lower. "Ooh. Big balls, Grandpa. You like this?"
Oliver groaned as his granddaughter's hand began to squeeze and twist the low-hanging sac, and when she saw his reaction her hand grew even more animated.
"Can you still get it up, Grandpa?" Maggie asked. "You take Viagra?"
"No," Oliver said.
"No you can't get hard, or no Viagra?" Maggie asked.
"Your Grandma is gone - why would I take something?" Oliver gasped as Maggie's hand went back to his manhood and started to yank away.
"Still want to get laid though, don't you? You do like what I'm doing to your cock, Grandpa," Maggie said as she felt his organ began to respond. "Want to see my tits? You've spent enough time staring at them since you got here."
Oliver shook his head no, and was tempted to say that she was the one giving him enough peeks over the last 24 hours to last a lifetime, but she was already yanking her t-shirt over her head, and after throwing it aside reached down and grabbed her grandfather's hands and put them on her cantaloupe-sized breasts, which hadn't been shielded by a brassiere for a second since he had arrived.
"You do like my tits, don't you Grandpa?" Maggie said as she helped the old weathered hands knead the firm globes, and she cackled after she noticed that her grandfather's hand were soon playing with her breasts on their own, her plump nipples throbbing and firm. "Thought you would - hey - your cock's getting hard."
They both looked down as Maggie's hand stroking what had become a long slender prong, and Oliver shook his head and tried to pull away, but couldn't. It wasn't because the senior citizen was being overpowered because he wasn't, it was because it felt so good.
"Want to see my pussy, Grandpa?" Maggie was asking. "Here - stroke your cock while I get these off. Keep it hard."
"There - like my pussy, Grandpa?" Maggie was saying after yanking her panties.
"It's - it doesn't have any hair around it," Oliver stammered as she looked at the smooth mound his granddaughter was rubbing, and then Maggie was grabbing his free hand and bringing it down between her legs.
"You like it like this, Grandpa?" Maggie cackled. "Feel how smooth it is? We just shaved each other - Kelly and me - remember the redhead that I was talking with outside before? We like to shave each others pussies - gets us hot. Bet you would have liked to watch that. Wanna know what we do afterward?"
"Maggie..."
"Feel how wet I am, Grandpa?" Maggie moaned. "My cunt is fucking dripping. Really need it, Grandpa. Need it now!"
Oliver was being dragged over to the bed by his granddaughter, who had his cock in her fist and was pulling him along. After the backs of her legs hit the guest bed she fell backwards, pulling Oliver on top of her, and although it was her hand that put his cock into the snug fold, he did not fight it.
"Shut up!" Oliver cried out after Maggie kept telling him how good it was in the most vulgar terms, and then he was holding Maggie's wrists down while thrusting hard into her. "Shut up you little slut."
"That's it!" Maggie howled. "Fuck your little slut! Stick that long dick of yours into my tight little hairless cunt. Fuck your little granddaughter. Fuck me like you've probably wanted to do for years!"
"Shut up!" Oliver yelled as the bed began slamming into the wall. "Shut up!"
"Cumming!" Maggie shrieked, her body bucking and her body contorting under her grandfather's now frantic humping.
The slapping sounds of Oliver's body crashing into his granddaughter were overwhelmed by Maggie's screaming as she came, and when her pussy clamped down around his cock he came too, spurting his seed deep into his granddaughter's womb.
"I'm sorry," Oliver whimpered when he looked down on his granddaughter, his sweat dripping down on her, and he let go of the wrists that he had held down so savagely that they were red and her fingers almost blue as a result.
"It's okay, Grandpa," Maggie was saying after Oliver's cock went limp and slithered out of her pussy and he was sobbing onto top of her. "I wanted it. I wanted it like you did, and you were fucking awesome."
Oliver slid off of Maggie, his back aching and the legs screaming at him after a couple of minutes of exercise he hadn't experienced in years, but nothing hurt like the guilt he felt.
"Wasn't he good?" Maggie said, but Oliver saw she wasn't looking at him while she spoke.
"That was so fucking hot I can't believe it!" came a voice from behind him, and after he turned around and saw the redheaded friend of Maggie's coming out of the closet where she had apparently been watching from, he covered himself as he slid backwards toward the headboard.
"Short but super sweet and hot!," the redhead was saying as she emerged from hiding. "Relax, Mr. Taylor. Too late to hide it. I already saw your cock. Felt bad at first when I saw it was just a little stub, but his cock got pretty long after he got it up, didn't it Maggie?"
"Plenty long enough," Maggie giggled.
"He shot a fucking load too!" Kelly said as she looked at the milky seed oozing out of her friends pussy. "Mind if I..."
"Go for it girlfriend," Maggie cackled as she spread her thighs wide while Kelly approached the bed.
"Stick around Grandpa," Maggie said after Oliver yanked his wrist out of his granddaughter's grip. "Take Kelly's clothes off for her. You'll love her titties. They're little but really perky!"
"No!" Oliver said as he scrambled off the bed, covering his privates with his hands as he looked in horror at the scene going on in his bed, and when his back hit the wall he started sliding over toward the door. "Don't do this. I'm supposed to be watching you."
"You are, Grandpa," Maggie giggled as she yanked Kelly's t-shirt off of her friend before pushing her face down into her sex. "Want you to keep watching."
"No!" Oliver said as he kept backing towards the door, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight of the pale freckled back of Maggie's friend as he buried her face in the messy spunk filled opening that he was responsible for.
"Oh yeah!" Maggie groaned as Oliver got to the doorway. "Eat my cunt girlfriend!"
"He's still there," Maggie gasped down toward her friend, who was busy lapping her pussy frantically, and gave her friend a running commentary as she watched her grandfather frozen in the doorway.
"Still watching... yeah... he's there... he's pulling on his cock now.. watching... still watching... fuck... he's getting hard again... coming back..."
Oliver couldn't believe what he was doing, staggering over to the bed hypnotized by the sight of his granddaughter and her little friend whose face was buried between her legs.
Maggie had been right, Oliver thought as he knelt on the bed beside the redhead and brought his hands up under the skinny girl, his fingers sliding through her wet and silky smooth armpits before grabbing her breasts.
The redhead's breasts were small, the little cones not even filling his hands, but they were perky, just like Maggie had said. Maggie had been right about something else, Oliver noticed.
His cock was getting hard, and while he dragged it along the freckles on Kelly's back as he leaned forward to get a better look as his granddaughter's pussy being eaten, he felt it getting harder.
Agatha had been right about young people today, Oliver concluded, and he was a little glad that poor Agatha hadn't lived long enough to see just how decadent they actually had become these days.
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Str8 Story: Sex Lessons From Grandpa
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Posted:May 16, 2017 3:32 pm
Last Updated:Aug 4, 2017 4:24 pm
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Oh God, this is so wrong. I shouldn't be watching this video. Three giggling coeds are flouncing around my bedroom, swapping swimsuit tops, showing off their enticing bodies and unknowingly putting on an erotic show as my hard cock strains against my shorts. I rationalize that my voyeurism isn't perverted because I'm not looking directly at Samantha, my granddaughter. I'm keeping my eyes focused on her two friends, Jenna and Angela.
Jenna is the most voluptuous. She is laughing at her friends' much smaller breasts as she prances around the room strutting her stuff. With thick, protruding nipples and wide areolas her tits are considerably larger than either of her friends. Her gorgeous almond-shaped eyes, complements of her Asian mother, are as exotic as her mocha colored skin and voluptuous figure which I'm certain come from her African-American heritage on her father's side.
I can't take my eyes off of Jenna's bouncing breasts while she dances on my bed, swinging her bikini top over her head and playfully making fun of her friends.
"You call those breasts?" she laughs. "These are breasts!" she boasts as she cups her brown tits and shakes them at her friends.
"Yeah, you're lucky you can stand up straight," Samantha quips as she pulls her top loose and hands it to Angela. A quick glimpse of my granddaughter's lightly freckled breasts sends unexpected pleasure signals to my already hardened cock. Her quarter-sized areolas are tipped with short, pointy nipples and her deep brown tan lines beautifully accent her perfectly shaped white domes. She's not going to win any size contests but she has impeccable breasts with erotic tan lines.
I tear my eyes away to check out Angela's tits before she tucks them into Sam's bikini top. Angela is a light-skinned Latina beauty with long black hair and breasts that fall just short of what you'd consider medium size. Because of her olive complexion, her tan lines aren't as pronounced and her wide areolas kind of blend into her big puffy rose-colored nipples.
While they swap swimsuit tops and compare their breasts, Jenna is bouncing around the room topless, diverting my attention away from the other two naked girls.
My cock is throbbing but I don't want to get caught jacking off to explicit video of my granddaughter and her friends. I check my watch but I'm not even sure how long they've been gone. Seems like about an hour. Maybe I could risk a quick yank. Standing up, I glance out the window as I start unbuttoning my shorts. Damn! The subjects of my erotic video are already walking up from the beach. My hard-on will have to wait until later.
You may not believe it but this all started rather innocently. Samantha asked if she and her friends could stay with us during beach week. My wife and I retired to our beach house a couple of years ago and have been the destination vacation for our and grandkids ever since. We love having family around and I certainly didn't mind that Samantha and her friends wanted to spend the week after their high school graduation parading around our house in skimpy bikinis. Although all three of them are eighteen, we checked in with their parents and assured them we would be responsible chaperones. It was true at the time we said it.
A couple of days after they arrived, my wife received a call from her brother-in-law saying her sister was very sick and had been admitted to the hospital. She caught the next plane to Oregon, leaving me with three beautiful young women in the house. I admit that I love seeing their nubile bodies displayed in an ever-changing array of swimwear but I swear that spying or making videos was the farthest thing from my mind.
After breakfast, the morning after her grandma left, Sam asked if they could use our bedroom to change for the beach. This was not an unusual request. Our room is the largest bedroom and would be less cramped with three people in it.
"Sure, just let me grab my MacBook," I said, heading into the bedroom as Sam and her friends cleared the table. The spacious room was set up with a bed, dresser and nightstands on one side and a desk, filing cabinet and desk chair on the other. I grabbed my computer and came back into the kitchen to find them laughing and blushing as they finished washing the breakfast plates and glasses.
They were still laughing as they grabbed their swimsuits from the other bedrooms and raced each other into my bedroom.
I smiled at their youthful energy as I flipped the MacBook open. It was already on and I noticed the webcam app flashing in the upper corner. Clicking on it as I took a sip of my coffee, I almost choked when the screen filled with images of my granddaughter and her friends laughing as they stripped off their clothes. Fuck! I'd forgotten about the webcam.
I bought an external webcam last year when my wife and I got tired of trying to crowd in front of the laptop while Face-timing with our grandkids. We must have left the webcam on after talking with our yesterday morning about my wife's travel plans.
I knew what I was doing was immoral but I rationalized that it was an accident. I hadn't planned to do this. I knew the right thing to do. With one click I could cut the webcam's Bluetooth connection and no one would be the wiser. Spying on my granddaughter and her friends was absolutely wrong on so many levels but I'd figured one quick peek wouldn't hurt and then I'll click to disconnect. As I watched them pull their sleep tops over their heads; their hard bodies and alluring beauty were mesmerizing.
I adjusted my shorts around my stiffening cock as these three panty-clad eighteen year olds compared their naked breasts in the mirror over my dresser. My eyes darted from one to the other, trying to take in everything at once. I've always loved looking at photos and videos of naked coeds but these are right in the next room. It was such a fucking turn on that my quick peek lasted much longer than I intended.
Sam was the first one to strip off her panties and it seemed so perverted to wish that my own granddaughter would turn towards me so I could see her pussy. She has a beautiful apple-cheeked ass, lightly frosted with her ever-present freckles that are more prevalent between the tan lines.
Jenna and Angela followed suit, revealing firm asses that were every bit as enticing as Samantha's. I stared wide-eyed at Jenna's large breasts, hanging deliciously from her chest as she bent over to remove her panties. Her nipples jutted out nearly a half of an inch and I doubt they were even aroused. I was so absorbed in Jenna's mammary display that I almost missed seeing Sam's pussy as she turned momentarily towards the camera and then back to the mirror.
Fuck! I only saw it for a few seconds but my cock responded instantly. Her tan lines frame a small patch of neatly trimmed blonde pubic hair. The triangular shape makes it look like a little arrow pointing down towards her hidden treasure.
I knew I was taking more than the aforementioned peek and I should have already clicked to disconnect the webcam. I was honestly just going to do it when Angela turned and started walking towards my desk, directly into the camera. The webcam is on a shelf over the desk and takes in most of the room. I studied this naked beauty, taking in all of her attributes at once, from her perfectly round tits with their puffed out nipples to her thick black pubic hair. She was laughing at something Sam said as she reached out towards my desk.
"I can see why your grandma married your granddad," she said, holding up a copy of our wedding photo that I keep on my desk. "He was a damn good looking guy."
"Still is if you ask me," Jenna came up behind Angela and looked over her friend's shoulder at the picture. Angela handed it to her as she turned away. My cock sprang to attention as I got my first look at Jenna's fur-lined pussy. She was standing perfectly still, almost filling my screen with her large tits and exotic looking pussy. I was devouring her body with my eyes. Her thick nipples were pointing right at me but I could barely look away from her spongy black pubic hair.
I was rubbing my hard cock through my shorts as they were unintentionally putting on the most erotic show I had ever seen. I knew if I didn't click soon I'd regret it later. My hand was shaking as I finally grabbed the mouse and clicked... on the record button.
When they finally emerged from my bedroom, I was sitting at the kitchen table innocently checking my email. I was watching the entire video again when I spotted them coming up from the beach.
"You guys weren't gone long," I say, looking up from my computer screen. I try to keep from staring but as I look at these three ladies in their sexy bikinis all I see are their naked bodies prancing around in my room.
"It's too hot," Sam says as she grabs a bottle of water from the fridge.
"And there weren't any cute guys," Jenna adds with a mischievous smile.
"And the old guys that were there acted like they'd never seen a girl before," Angela chimes in. "I swear there was actual drool running down their chins." She laughs as she takes a sip of Sam's water.
"Well, I can't blame them," I wink. "You three would turn heads wherever you went."
"Which head?" Jenna asks with a more lascivious smile. My cock twinges at the mention of an alternative head but Sam answers before I can think a worthy comeback.
"Jenna!" Sam yells, her face turning a bright shade of red. "Don't say things like that in front of my grandpa."
"He doesn't mind, do you Granddad?" Jenna asks. "Anyway, I'm just playing."
"I don't mind," I answer. "It's all in fun, Sam." This time my wink is specifically directed at Jenna and she rewards me with a kiss on the forehead. As she pulls back from the kiss, her barely covered tits hang enticingly just inches from my face. I swallow hard as I stare at her generous cleavage and she takes her time standing back up. Hmm. It appears she is enjoying my reaction. I don't know Jenna well, this trip is the first time we've met her and I'm not sure what to make of this.
"We're just going to hang by the pool, okay?" Sam asks, interrupting Jenna's show.
As they head out the door it appears that Jenna has added a little more swing to her step. Her bikini-covered ass is swaying hypnotically or maybe I'm just imagining it. Perhaps I'm a little over stimulated from viewing the video and I'm reading more into this than is actually there.
I check my email and then settle into my easy chair with a recent mystery novel. I find myself reading the same page over and over as my eyes wander out past the sliding glass door to where the girls are lounging on the covered patio. They've moved the lounge chairs into a circle and seem to be having a rather intense discussion. Sam gets pretty animated but the discussion seems to be focused on Angela. They go quiet for a few minutes and then Jenna points at me and the discussion picks up again. I thought I'd been caught staring at them and then I realize she was making reference to me but can't actually see me through the reflective glass.
"Um... can I talk to you for a minute?" Sam asks, opening the patio door and stepping inside.
"Sure, honey. Is something wrong?"
"Kind of, but not really," Sam answers cryptically. She sits on the ottoman a few feet to the side of my chair and pushes her hair back over her shoulder. I reflexively glance at her breasts, picturing them naked before I can catch myself.
"Whatever it is, I'm all ears." I smile, making eye contact to encourage her.
"It's confidential," she says very seriously.
"I can keep a secret."
"Even from our parents?" she asks.
"Unless it is something that puts you or your friends in danger, yes." Samantha laughs.
"No danger but Angie has a problem and we think you can help us figure it out," she says quietly.
"I'll do whatever I can," I tell her honestly, unable to imagine what kind of problem Angela might have that I could help.
"It's about sex," she says, matter-of-factly.
"Okay..." I wait for her to continue but Sam just looks at me and then glances towards her friends on the patio.
"Confidential, right?" she asks again.
"Cross my heart, Sam. What is it?"
"Well..." Long pause. "First of all, we're all sexually active, okay?" She seems to be testing the waters to see if I'm going to freak out at this revelation.
"I'm not completely shocked," I answer. "You're all over eighteen and extremely desirable young women."
"Thank you." Sam's almost blushing and she takes a deep breath before she continues. "Angela has a steady boyfriend and they... have sex regularly." She pauses again and I just wait for her to continue. I think I know where this is going and I'm not sure I'm going to be able to keep my confidentiality promise.
"A lot of our friends who are having sex, including Jenna, go on and on about their orgasms and how their boyfriends leave them breathless. Angela thinks something might be wrong with her because sex isn't doing that for her." She stops again and just looks at me.
I just nod, not trusting myself to speak. I wasn't expecting that. An hour ago I was getting ready to jack off to video of these lovely beauties getting naked and now they want to discuss their sex lives with me. Fuck!
"We've told her that nothing is wrong with her but Jenna thinks that if you talk to her it might help. You know, because you're older and more experienced."
I don't know what to say. Of course, I'd love to hear about Angela's sex life, but I'm no therapist or doctor. What can I tell her?
"Will you please talk to her, Grandpa?" Sam asks.
"Sure, Sam. When do you want to do it?" I ask wondering why my wife isn't here to help with this.
"Right away before she changes her mind, okay?" Sam is already getting up and moving towards the door as my mind races to catch up with this weird turn of events.
Okay, what's the worse that can happen? I get to hear all about Angela's and maybe Jenna's sex life. Who knows, this could be better than reading erotic stories on line. I follow Sam as far as the kitchen and grab a diet coke from the fridge before sitting down at the kitchen table.
"So... you think there might be something wrong with you, Angela?" I ask as the three of them settle in around the table.
"Yes sir," Angela answers quietly. "And um... you can call me Angie, okay?"
"Okay, Angie. Why do you think the problem is with you?" I ask, trying to act like the responsible adult.
"Because unless these other girls are lying, I'm not like them," she says, hanging her head.
"I'm not lying!" Jenna chimes in with a defiant look and maybe a little bit of a smirk as she looks right at me.
"Just because other girls are experiencing more intense orgasms doesn't mean there is anything wrong with you, Angie."
"That's what I told her," Sam adds.
"Maybe she won't take your word for it because you've only been with a guy that one time and don't have a steady boyfriend," Jenna almost whispers to Sam before turning to me. "Tell her Granddad that it is as much what the guy does than what the girl does." I'm not sure exactly what that means but I try again with Angie.
"Why don't you just tell me what you and your boyfriend do when you're together and maybe we can figure this out." I tell her, unexpectedly anxious to hear all the juicy details.
"We fu... have sex. That's what we do when we're together."
"You can say fuck if it's more comfortable. I'm not offended," I answer. "I realize you guys fuck but what else do you do?" Angie is looking everywhere except at me, and I realize that maybe all of us sitting here isn't such a good idea.
"Would you rather we talk about this in private?" I ask. "We can go into my office." It's actually my bedroom but that might have sounded weird.
"NO!" Her head jerks up. "They can stay. I'm just not sure why you need to know exactly what we do or who's on top?" she says.
"Well... I think I agree with Jenna that if you're not having an orgasm it might be because your boyfriend isn't taking enough time."
"My boyfriend is fine. It's me that can't have the orgasm." Angie is almost in tears and I wonder what I've gotten myself into.
"Angie, all I'm saying is that guys usually get off faster than girls. That's a fact. If the girl isn't getting off with the sex it can usually be fixed by increasing the foreplay. I don't know if that's the problem unless you tell me what you're doing."
"I told you he would know all about this stuff," Jenna says, smiling that same lascivious smile that she gave me when I was checking out her tits.
"Look, maybe this is a conversation that you should have with your mother..."
"No way," Angie says, vigorously shaking her head. "She thinks I'll be a virgin until I get married."
"Well, your doctor then. Have a check up and tell him what you've told me." She's shaking her head before I even get the sentence out.
"He's friends with my parents. I wouldn't trust him to keep it confidential," she says.
"Well..." I don't quite know where to go with this. It seems obvious to me that her boyfriend either doesn't care enough about her needs or isn't experienced enough to know he's not satisfying her.
"What do you want to know?" Angie says, sitting up straighter and giving me a full view of her sexy breasts. All three are still in their skimpy bikinis, which adds some nice visual effects to this erotic conversation.
"How about if I just list off some typical foreplay and you tell me if you guys engage in it?" I ask, trying to make her comfortable with the conversation.
"Okay."
"Kissing is probably a yes," I say, trying to ease into this.
"Yes," she laughs and I watch Jenna role her eyes. I give her a look and she stops.
"Sucking your nipples?" My eyes drift to her chest and I picture her tempting tits nearly filling my computer screen.
"Uh huh," she nods.
"Blow jobs?" I ask, shifting in my chair and trying not to be obvious that my cock is enjoying this conversation. Jenna is smiling broadly but Angie is looking down and blushing as she nods her head.
"Does he return the favor?" I ask.
"What?" Angie's head jerks up and she looks confused by the question.
"Does he eat your pussy?" Jenna blurts out before I can clarify what I meant. "Just tell the man if he goes down on you." Angie is really blushing now.
"Um... yes. He does." She says just above a whisper.
"When you blow him does he come in your mouth?" I ask.
"Does that matter, Grandpa?" Sam asks, sticking up for her friend's embarrassment.
"It goes with my follow up question, Sam." I answer. "Just nod if it's yes, Angie." She nods and I move ahead with where I was going.
"Do you cum when he eats you?" I ask. She shakes her head, no. The look in her eyes tells me she gets the point of the question before the others.
"But it feels good, you know, when he's licking me," she offers in her boyfriend's defense.
"I'm sure it does but if you suck him until he gets off, shouldn't he eat you until you get off?" All three of them are sitting up paying attention now and I'm wondering if any of them have been eaten to orgasm.
"I never thought of it that way," she says.
"So... he eats you and then, I'm guessing moves right over you and you guys fuck. Is that right?"
"Usually. Sometimes I suck him again after he eats me. Because, you know, like he won't be hard enough right away for it to go in me easily," she seems to be getting more comfortable talking about it.
"I know this is a hard question and it's pure speculation but when he comes inside you..." I pause to find out her boyfriend's name before I continue. " What's his name?"
"Rob."
"When Rob comes inside you, about how close to orgasm do you think you usually are?"
"I don't know. I get really excited and it feels so good but when he collapses on top of me, I still want to keep going."
"Fair enough," I answer and then sit back in my chair considering what to say next.
"What? What are you thinking?" Sam asks.
"I don't think there is anything wrong with you," I answer. From what I've seen, everything is very right about her but I don't say that. "I think your boyfriend isn't experienced enough yet to get you off." I hold up my hand to stop her interruption. "There are a few things you can do about that."
"What things?"
"You can talk to him. He probably doesn't know. Tell him what you need and ask him if he'll try a few things to help you get off like he does." She's shaking her head before I even finish.
"You don't know him," she says. "He would feel like I'm putting him down and telling him he's not a good lover."
"He's not," I say before thinking about it.
"Trust me, that would not go over well," she says. "You said a few things. What else?"
"I have a feeling you're not going to like this one any better but you could go out with a guy who knows what he's doing and verify for yourself that it's not you."
"I can't go out on Rob! He's my boyfriend." Her head is swirling between Jenna and Sam like she's pleading with them to agree with her.
"Maybe Jenna would loan you her boyfriend just for a night so you can experience what she's getting." I don't really think this is a good idea but I say it just to get a rise out of Jenna.
"I got a better idea." Jenna says, looking right at me with that half smile of hers turning up her cheek bones and making her almond shaped eyes twinkle exotically. "Why don't you show her, Granddad? You're experienced and seem to know a lot about female orgasms."
I don't have a comeback for that. I'm sure my mouth is hanging open. I just stare at Jenna's defiant smile as she sits back and folds her arms across her ample chest. Touché. I smile at her like she just made the biggest joke ever but Sam's not laughing.
"That is a great idea!" Sam says excitedly as she sits forward and tries to gauge my reaction.
"It's a very bad idea," I say, not taking my eyes off Jenna.
"Why?" Sam asks.
"Because..." I pause momentarily, as my mind sorts through the myriad of reasons why I won't be giving Angie any orgasms. "I'm too old, too married and she should be fucking someone her own age."
"You just made a pretty strong case that guys her own age aren't able to give her what she needs," Jenna retorts. "You are obviously not too old to fuck," she continues while glancing at my crotch. I fight the urge to look down and see if my hard cock is really that obvious. "Besides it's not like you're going to marry her or anything. You'll be like a teacher or mentor or whatever."
"It's the whatever that bothers me," I respond.
"Do I have a say in this?" Angie asks quietly.
"There is nothing to have a say in because I'm not doing it!" I say, pushing my chair back and standing up. I'm about to make a dramatic exit when I notice the three of them staring at my crotch. This time I do look down and sure enough, the front of my shorts are tented straight out in front of me.
"Fine, I'm human. So sue me!" I say and make as dramatic an exit as I can, stomping off to my bedroom.
Flopping down on my bed, I feel really stupid for the way I handled that. But what the fuck was I supposed to do? Why would Jenna even suggest something like that. What would happen if Angie's parents ever found out? Or my wife? What the fuck is she thinking? And Sam thinking it's a great idea. What's that about? I'm staring at the ceiling when there's a knock on the door jam of the open door.
"Hey," Angie says. "Can I come in?"
"Sure." I sit up on the edge of the bed. "I'm sorry about all that. I'm sure they mean well," I say as Angie comes over and sits next to me.
"I understand why you got weirded out," Angie says with a nervous laugh. "But... um... would you at least think about it?" she asks. She's sitting right next to me and she turns sideways on the bed so she's facing me. "I'd really like to know for sure if something is wrong with me." He eyes are welling up with tears and I instinctively put my arm around her.
"There is nothing wrong with you, sweetheart." I tell her as I pull her against me. She's still in her bikini and I wasn't anticipating the warmth of her bare skin. My heart thumps in my chest as I will my cock not to react.
"You don't know that for sure," she says, leaning her head against my shoulder. Damn! Why am I arguing with her? Because she's an eighteen-year-old girl who just needs a better boyfriend!
"I'm pretty sure," I say. "And like Jenna said, I have some experience with this." I try for a lighter tone but instead I've spurred her on.
"That's why you would be so perfect," she says. "It wouldn't be like I'd be going out on my boyfriend... well at least, not with anyone at school who would tell everyone about it. And I'd really like to know for sure. Please! Just tell me you'll think about it."
With a heavy sigh, I relent. "I will think about it... but that's all... no promises, okay?"
"Okay!" Angie hugs me tightly and kisses me lightly on the cheek. "Thank you," she says and gets up to leave.
"Angie," I call her name as she gets to the door. Her bikini bottom has ridden up between her cheeks and I'm treated to a wonderful view of her near naked ass.
"You need to think about this, too," I tell her as she stops and turns towards me. She just smiles. "I'm serious, this shouldn't be a spur of the moment decision."
"I'll think about it, Granddad," she smiles. "It's probably all I'll think about." She disappears into the hallway.
Fuck! Most guys would kill to be in my position -- a beautiful young woman wants me to prove she can have orgasms. It's like the ultimate fantasy. So why am I feeling so desperate? Not desperate, I'm scared shitless. It's one thing to fantasize about my granddaughter's friends and jack off to a video of their naked bodies. It's something else to actually have sex with one of them.
When I finally emerge from my bedroom, they are out on the patio. Music is playing on one of their phones as Sam paints her toenails and Jenna braids Angie's hair. Such typical behavior makes me smile and I decide we should just have a fun afternoon.
"What do you guys want to do this afternoon?" I ask, walking onto the patio with a cold beer. They turn almost in unison, with big wide grins. "Besides that," I add and we all laugh.
"How about miniature golf?" Sam asks, looking from me to her companions for support.
"I like that," Jenna says, "since what we really want to do is off the table." She smiles that wonderfully lascivious smile again before turning her attention back to Angie's hair. My cock stirs and I wonder if I'd be as resistant if it were Jenna instead of Angie who wants me to fuck her. Probably, they're the same age but Jenna just seems more, I don't know, worldly than the other two, in both looks and actions.
"How about lunch at the pier and then miniature golf?" I ask, getting nods all around. Angie is the only one who hasn't actually spoken her ascent.
We have a wonderful afternoon. All three are really fun to be with and there is relatively no sexual tension between us. It helps that their shorts outfits are much less revealing than the bikinis I was used to seeing them wear. It is also clear from their playful teasing and the way they finish each other's sentences that they are very close friends and have been for a long time.
When we get home, I grill burgers and we eat outside. After dinner, they leave to sit on the beach until sunset and I call my wife. She says her sister is doing better but she won't be home for another week. I assure her that we are doing fine and that she doesn't need to worry about us. Or does she? I retreat to my bedroom to think.
The question is still looming out there and I haven't decided what to do about it. After having adamantly declined, I don't realize until just this moment that I'm actually considering it. She is a beautiful young woman with a problem I am certain I can solve. There is no question that her inexperienced boyfriend is the problem.
I lie down on my bed and try clearing my brain of the image of her sexy body so I can treat the decision objectively. Every time I mentally list the pros and cons the cons outweigh the pros by a huge proportion. The trouble is that my dick stays hard through the whole process, tipping the scales in favor of the pros. Fuck!
I hear Sam and her friends come back inside and the TV burst to life in the living room. I consider initiating another discussion to persuade them how illogical this is but decide avoidance is a better strategy. I stay in my room, trying to read my book. As you can imagine, my mind keeps wandering.
I'm just putting my book on the nightstand and turning off my light when the TV shuts off and I hear them make their way down the hall to their bedrooms. A light knock on my door and Sam sticks her head it.
"Goodnight, Grandpa," she whispers into the dark room
"No goodnight kiss?" I ask.
"I wasn't sure you were awake," she says as she makes her way to my bed and crawls up beside me.
"Just turned the light off," I answer, kissing the top of her head as she snuggles against me.
"I'm sorry about this morning," she says. "I didn't mean to put you in such an awkward position."
"No, I'm sorry," I respond. "I shouldn't have freaked out on you guys. My reaction was inappropriate. I should have stayed and talked it through some more."
"Only part of your reaction was inappropriate," she laughs, tickling my ribs. I'm glad she can't see me blushing in the dark thinking about my tented shorts.
"I'm sorry. I couldn't help that," I say, squirming away from her hand.
"At least we know you weren't repulsed by the idea," she laughs again before settling her head back down on my shoulder."
"Yeah, that was pretty obvious but you know this is wrong, don't you?" The length of her silence gives me my answer and I realize that the right and wrong argument isn't going to get any traction.
"It's just that Angie is so self conscious, you know?" Sam lets out a long sigh and leans up to look in my face. "She thinks because her boyfriend is inept that there is something wrong with her. Now you won't have sex with her so she thinks there's something wrong with her. Instead of helping her, we're just making it worse!" She blurts this all out in one breath and then plops back down. "I just want to help her," she whispers.
While I'm glad to hear that my granddaughter realizes that there is nothing wrong with Angie, I'm not sure how me fucking her is going to build her self-esteem. I choose my next words very carefully.
"Are there other examples of Angie having low self-esteem?" I ask. Sam thinks for a long time before answering.
"No. I think it's just with sex," she finally answers. "She's very confident in sports and she's really smart and graduated with honors." Sam takes a breath before continuing. "I know she doesn't like her body. She's always complaining that her breasts are too small and she's always afraid of losing her boyfriend to someone with a better body. That's why she won't talk to him about sex. She's afraid of losing him."
It occurs to me that this is probably typical coed dramatics and I wonder if Sam feels the same way.
"You two have similar bodies, you don't feel that way do you?"
"No, my breasts are a little larger," she says. "But even if they weren't I don't think my body defines who I am and I've tried to tell Angie that but..." her voice trails off and we're silent for a while.
"Will you at least consider helping her, Grandpa? I know you don't think it's right but is it right for her to feel rejected? And besides you could show her what a lousy fuck her boyfriend is, right?" She kisses me on the cheek and rolls over to get off the bed.
"You've given me a lot to think about Sam," I answer noncommittally.
"Don't take too long," she says. "We've only got tomorrow. Remember grandma said that Jenna and Angie's boyfriends can come down on Friday to join us for the weekend." I had forgotten that arrangement until just now.
"I'll have an answer in the morning, Sam." I assure her, wondering how I'm going to decide. "But don't get your hopes up."
"Like my teachers always tell me, don't over think it," Sam says with a big smile before leaving me alone with my thoughts.
I toss and turn all night as I consider the risks, not the least of which is my wife finding out. We've continued to have a very active sex life. We're not as flexible as we once were but we don't confine ourselves to the missionary position either. We have both always been addicted to oral sex. I'm not worried about whether I'll be able to give Angie several mind-blowing orgasms but I am worried about what they might say or tweet when this is over.
Sam and her friends usually sleep late but since I'm awake early, I run a few critical errands and I'm sitting at the table when they wander into the kitchen.
"I'll do it," I say without any preamble.
"Really?" Angie's face lights up and all three of them rush over to hug me.
"But we have to talk about a few things first." I motion them to the chairs and they take their seats, looking at me like they are about to hear the meaning of life.
"First, you asked me for confidentiality, Sam." She nods. "I have to ask you guys the same thing. No discussing, tweeting or anything else. When it's over, no one talks about it, agreed?" All three nod their ascent.
"Second..." I don't really have a second point. "Well, I guess that was the main thing but I want to talk about how we're going to do this," I say, looking at Angie. "How did you envision it? Will you and I just go into my bedroom while Sam and Jenna wait out here?"
"No way," Jenna answers for her. "We're all coming into the bedroom. We want to see what this is all about."
"That's alright isn't it?" Sam looks questioningly at me.
"I think that's up to Angie," I answer, not sure how I feel about an audience.
"I just assumed they'd be there," Angie says. "That makes it less like I'm cheating on my boyfriend and more like you're teaching us stuff." Her logic isn't infallible but if they all want to be there while I fuck their friend... damn! What have I gotten myself into?
"Okay. I've been thinking about this and we're not going to just plop down on the bed and start having sex. We're going to spend the day together and work towards it gradually, like you would in a real relationship, okay?"
"Whatever you say," Angie answers, obviously eager to get past the talking stage.
"You're the boss," Jenna adds. Sam just smiles appreciatively at me.
"Breakfast first and then we'll go in the pool," I announce. "I'll fix breakfast while you guys get your suits on."
They rush to the bedroom while I whip up some eggs and bacon. After the dishes are cleaned up we head out back to the pool. I don't have this all planned out but I know I want to start with a relatively normal setting and then gradually make it more erotic.
I grab a beach ball and we start tossing it around in the pool. I stay focused on Angie even though Jenna's bouncing breasts are terribly distracting. We're all having fun and after a good round of innocent splashing I gradually begin touching Angie in a more familiar manner. At first I'm just playfully grabbing her around the waist, pulling her against me and then patting her fanny as I push away. I progress to kissing her neck and telling her how beautiful she is while my hands wander over her exposed skin.
Sam and Jenna instinctively retreat to the other side of the pool with the beach ball and I turn Angie towards me. Brushing her hair from her eyes, I kiss her tenderly on the lips. My hands are lightly caressing her shoulders as her lips part and my tongue slides inside her warm mouth. She is a surprisingly good kisser and my hands roam her naked back as our tongues dance in and out of each other's mouth. Sam and Jenna have climbed out of the pool and are sunning themselves on the deck as they watch our increasingly intimate encounter.
Cupping Angie's firm ass cheeks, I pull her against me and my cock makes no secret of its arousal level. Damn if she doesn't surprise me again by wrapping her legs around me and grinding her bikini-covered pussy against the bulge in my suit. With our tongues continuing their tasty probe, I untie the strings holding her bikini top and slip it out from between us.
Angie halts the kiss, realizing she is topless in my backyard. Good, I was finally able to surprise her. It's fairly secluded back here and there isn't much chance anyone will see us but I have found that just the idea of being exposed outside tends to enhance the arousal.
"I'm going to lick the water drops from your naked breasts," I whisper, wanting to stimulate her thoughts as well as her body. Her only response is an audible sigh as she gives into her urgings and crushes her firm tits against my chest. "I can't wait to get my mouth around your incredible nipples," I add.
Unhooking her legs from behind me, I stand Angie back on her feet in the water. With my hands firmly on her waist, I smile at the sight of her lovely chest. It's even more enticing in person than on the video but my gawking is making her self-conscious and she moves her hands up toward her chest.
"Don't cover yourself," I plead, pulling her hands back down.
"They're not very big," she says quietly as her face blushes and she lets her arms drop to her sides.
"They're perfect," I counter. "Like a masterful work of art." Leaning forward, I start licking the beads of water from the valley between her mounds. This is unbelievable. My cock is rock hard as I lick up and down, gradually widening my path to include the inside curves of her tits. Angie rests her hands on my shoulders as I slowly swirl my tongue all around the contours of her pert breasts, consciously avoiding her puffy nipples.
"Hmmm," she breathes, grabbing the hair on the back of my head as I flick my tongue across one of her nipples. Without moving my mouth from her breast, I maneuver Angie towards the side of the pool. She's a petite young woman and I easily lift her up and place her bottom on the tiled edge. Positioning her legs on either side of me, I devour her exotic nipples.
Damn! I've never felt anything like these puffy tits. I'm used to more conventional nipples that jut out like Jenna's but these babies are amazing. The nipple and areola is just one big bulbous tip on her round breast. I suck the entire thing in my mouth, flicking my tongue across it and trying to distend the little bud that's buried in the middle.
"God, that feels good!" Angie moans as I knead her soft breasts with my hands and vigorously suck on the rounded tip. Her tits may be different but they are very sensitive. I squeeze more tightly around her breast as I continue sucking and a tiny bud emerges that I can grab with my teeth. Applying just enough pressure without actually biting, I pull her nipple away from the surrounding areola and suck it into my mouth.
"Oh fuck!" Angie cries, sliding forward on the tile and humping her horny pussy against my torso. I lightly chew on her taut nipple while continuing to maul her firm breasts with my hands.
Switching to her other tit and giving it the same treatment, I'm shocked by her incredible responsiveness. Her boyfriend must be a complete idiot not to be able to get her off.
Releasing her tits, I motion Sam and Jenna over while I untie the strings on the side of her bikini bottom. Angie surprises me by grabbing my head and pulling me into a kiss, rekindling the intensity of our earlier tongue swapping. Damn! She is hot to trot!
"Grab that folded towel and put it under her head," I instruct the other two. I hadn't intended to take it this far in the backyard but with this level of responsiveness I don't want to risk breaking the spell.
Sam positions the towel as I gently push Angie onto her back on the pool decking. Jenna and Sam take up positions on either side of their friend as I peel her bikini bottom away from her skin. Fuck! I can smell her arousal without even bending down. She's already wet and ready but I remind myself to go slowly.
Leaning over her prone body, I plant a light kiss on each of her bright red nipples before licking my way down her flat stomach to her navel. I tease her belly button for a couple of minutes and then raise her legs onto my shoulders to give me wide-open access to her aroused pussy. She's very wet but I don't go straight for the target. I breathe in her intoxicating aroma and then lick all around her pussy, brushing my check across her thick layer of pubic hair.
I was so intent on her pussy and tits that I hadn't realized Angie had such exquisite thighs. I raise her right leg into the air and lick from the inside of her knee to the crevice at the top of her inner thigh.
"Look how wet she is and he hasn't even touched her yet," Jenna says as she leans in for a closer look at Angie's pussy.
"I wish he would!" Angie says as I repeat my thigh licking on her other leg. She's squirming around trying to push her pussy into contact with my tongue as I circle closer to her juicy lips. As she wriggles, her head comes off the towel and hits the bare concrete.
"Oww!" Angie yells, lifting her head from the deck. Sam tosses the towel aside and scoots her bottom over so her lap is positioned under Angie's head. It's kind of a surreal moment when I look up from Angie's pussy and see my granddaughter stroking Angie's hair and watching me get ready to eat her pussy. I close my eyes and take a deep breath before lowering my face to taste her delicate charms.
"Oh yeah!" Angie cries as I take a long lick up her juicy slit, lapping up her succulent nectar. Damn! She tastes good and I love that my first touch of her pussy is with my tongue. I swirl it around in her juicy hole and nibble on her labia as she arches her back and pushes against my face.
"Mmmmm," Angie murmurs as I tease her wet pussy with my tongue while devouring her mouthwatering juices. I just can't seem to get enough of her succulent pussy. She is so wet and responsive and I haven't even touched her clit yet. Plunging my tongue deep inside, I drag it up to the top of her opening while she humps her horny pussy against my face.
"Ohmyfuckinggod!!" Angie screams the instant my tongue touches her clit. She's bucking feverishly now as I lightly suck on her swollen love bud and use my hands to hold her down against the deck. This is when I would normally push a finger or two inside her pussy for extra stimulation but Angie is so close that I don't think it's necessary. I'll save that little trick for the next round. She's about to explode any second now.
"Ohhhhhh! Fuuuuucck! Yeesssss!" Angie yells right on cue, arching her back and driving her head into Sam's lap as her body convulses and her pussy floods with a new batch of hot cream. She grabs Sam's arms squeezing them as I keep sucking her through an intensely satisfying orgasm.
When her body drops back to the deck, I release her clit and eagerly lap up her steadily flowing juices. Jenna and Sam are staring wide-eyed at Angie as she gasps for breath. I want to continue eating her pussy but realize the deck is too rough.
"Let's take this inside," I say as I stand up and get out of the pool.
"That was amazing," Angie says dreamily.
"Only round one, Babe," I assure her as I scoop her into my arms and carry her limp body into the house. Angie is short and doesn't weigh much but it's still a little bit of a workout to get her into the house and into the bedroom. The other two help me lie her on the bed.
"More comfortable?" I ask as I slip off my wet swim trunks and lie down beside her. Turning on my side, I graze my hand across her abdomen.
"Mmm hmm," she agrees spreading her legs as my fingers comb through her damp pubic hair.
"I'm going to let you catch your breath and then we're going to do it again... only better," I tell her.
"Not sure if it can get much better," she smiles, obviously hoping she's wrong about that.
"Aren't you going to fuck her?" Jenna asks.
"All in due time, my dear," I respond, winking at Jenna. "Watch and learn, grasshopper." By the looks on their faces, none of them get the reference.
"How do you feel?" I ask Angie as my fingers glide over her slick pussy lips. Her nipples are still erect and I lightly kiss each one.
"Kind of floaty," she says quietly.
"Well, you're wet enough to float," I answer. She giggles bashfully as I dip my finger inside her frothing hole.
"Mmm," she moans and spreads her legs farther apart. I scoop out a gob of her hot cream and bring my finger to my lips, making eye contact with her as I suck off the tasty coating.
Sam and Jenna, sitting on the bed on either side of Angie's head seem captivated by my actions. Jenna's nipples in particular seem to have grown more prominent, pushing against her thin bikini top.
I dip my finger a couple more times smearing her taste over her puffy, pink nipples. Both Angie and Jenna gasp as I suck her flavor from her breasts and play with her overheated pussy.
"Do you kiss your boyfriend after he's had his tongue in you, or suck him after he's fucked you?" I ask Angie as my fingers slide back into her steamy opening.
"Sometimes," she whispers, clearly awe-struck that we're lying here having this conversation while I lick her sexy flavoring from my fingers and her tits.
"Then you know how sexy you taste," I say bringing my fingers to her lips and gently prodding them open.
"Oh...my...god," Jenna whispers as she watches Angie suck her juices off of my fingers. Sam's eyes seem to be more interested in me than Angie; particularly my exposed erection, which is poking Angie's thigh.
As I dip my fingers back into her hot pussy, Angie's hand encircles my cock.
"Do you want me to suck you off?" she asks as I bring my fingers back to her lips.
"Not right now, Sweetie," I answer even though a blowjob from one of these sexy young ladies would be wonderfully welcome. "This is all about you, remember." Jenna looks like she's going to say something but she looks at Angie and doesn't. Now her attention is on my cock, too.
"But I've had my orgasm," she says, stroking her hand up and down my rigid shaft.
"Only one little one," I say. "There's much more where that came from." To prove it, I position myself between her legs and start licking all around her red-hot snatch.
She is much more sensitive this time and seems ready to climax in no time. I slow the pace, alternating frequently between tonguing her hole and sucking her clit.
"Oh God! I'm so close!" Angie moans as I again relinquish her love bud in favor of slurping up her steadily flowing cream. Jenna and Sam are watching intently as I replace my tongue with my fingers, swirling them around inside her burning snatch as I suck her engorged clit into my mouth.
"Oh fuck! Oh Fuck! Yeah! Oh YeaaaaaAAAAAH!" The final yeah turns into one continuous moan as Angie grabs the back of my head and bucks feverishly against my mouth. I vigorously pump my fingers in and out as I ease up a little on the sucking. Clamping her thighs against my ears, her pussy muscles pulsate around my fingers as her nails dig into my scalp. I keep sucking and lapping her juices as her body spasms and she jerks anxiously against my face.
"Holy shit," Jenna whispers as Angie's sweat-soaked body drops back on the bed and she gulps air into her lungs. I pull my head back but leave my fingers insider her pulsating pussy.
"There are condoms in that drawer," I tell Sam who raises her eyebrows at me. "I got them when I went out earlier," I answer her unasked question. Before Sam can respond, Jenna has jumped off the bed and is dashing over to the nightstand.
"I'll get them," she says, excitedly opening the drawer. "A three-pack," she smiles. "You're prepared, Granddad," Jenna teases as she rips the foil package open with her teeth and extracts the lubricated sheath.
"That's all they had at the local convenience store," I answer, holding my hand out for the condom.
"I've got this," Jenna says, slapping my hand away as she steps closer. Grabbing my rigid cock, she expertly rolls the condom down the length of it, reinforcing my previous impression of her sexual experience. Her hand lingers at the base my shaft with her fingertips brushing my swollen balls as she tries to guide me towards Angie's splayed-open pussy.
"I can take it from her," I assure her as I gently push her arm away.
"Okay," Jenna smiles. "I'll just hang onto these in case we need them," she says, holding up the other two condoms.
"Jenna!" Sam hisses as I align my cock with Angie's well-lubricated pussy.
"What?" Jenna asks, innocently without taking her eyes from mine. "I was only trying to help." She sashays her way back to the other side of the bed and crawls up next to Angie.
"You ready for the finale," I ask.
"More than ready," Angie pants, having barely recovered from her recent orgasm. As my cock glides into her soggy pussy, I realize that our difference in height doesn't bode well for the missionary position. Her face will be buried in my chest while her tits are crushed against my stomach. Grabbing her thighs, I push her legs up until she's almost bent in half and drive my cock deep into her welcoming channel.
"Oh yeah! Fuck me!" Angie cries as she reaches for her friends' hands. Sam and Jenna each take a hand and she smiles at them as I hold her legs down and start a steady rhythm.
It's been a long time since I've fucked with a condom but the snugness of her compact pussy goes a long way towards offsetting the lack of bare skin contact. Fuck! Not only am I eating and fucking an eighteen-year-old beauty but I'm doing it with her friends sitting next to her on my bed! I've never fucked with an audience before but it is surprisingly erotic and definitely arousing.
My cock has been throbbing for at least an hour before we started fucking so I slow my rhythm down to try and prolong my release but Angie is having none of it.
"Harder! Oh god! Faster! Fuck me harder and faster!" she cries and I pick up my speed, jackhammering my cock in and out of her eager pussy. Jenna and Sam are holding Angie's hands and staring at the swollen rod connecting our sweat-soaked bodies. Thankfully, the plastic sheathing is helping hold off my own orgasm until I can get Angie off.
"Ohhhhhhhhh! Fuck! Fuck!" Angie's knuckles are white from squeezing her friends' hands so tightly as I continue to pummel her enflamed pussy. Sensing how close she is, I let go of her legs and she instantly swings them down beside me. She arches her back and plants her heels on the bed as I grind my pelvic bone against her clit.
"Oh yeah! Oh Fuck! OhhhhhhhHHHHHHH! FUCCCCCK!" Angie's orgasm hits her like a freight train rumbling through her body. She convulses, her pussy clenches, and her head thrashes around on the mattress as I slam my cock home and explode inside her quivering pussy. Fuck!
Collapsing on top of her, I wrap my arms around her and flip us over so she's on top. Kissing the top of her head, I hold her tightly against me as I make eye contact with my granddaughter.
Sam has a giant smile on her face and is breathing almost as hard as Angie. She just nods her approval and pats my shoulder. Turning to my left, I'm shocked to see Jenna tearing off her bikini top and exposing her gorgeous breasts. Her thick, dark nipples are fully aroused and jutting out from her large, jiggling tits.
"Jesus, Jenna!" What are you doing?" Sam asks, incredulous at her friend's behavior.
"Did you see that?" Jenna asks, nodding towards Angie. "That was incredible. I want some of that!" she says anxiously as she unties the strings on her bikini bottom.
"But Jenna," Sam pleads. "This was for Angie."
"Not anymore," Jenna says. "I've never seen anything like this and I'm not getting anywhere near this kind of pleasure from Matt. I don't know about you, Sam but there are two more condoms that shouldn't go to waste." Completely naked, Jenna kneels on the bed with her tantalizing breasts hanging inches from my face.
"How long do you need to recover, old man?" Jenna teases as she pinches her taut nipples. I turn questioningly to Sam who just shrugs her shoulders and smiles. Jesus! My cock is still buried inside Angie's pussy, which hasn't even stopped quivering. I've barely caught my breath before Jenna starts flaunting her voluptuous body at me.
"I... um... just give us a few minutes, Jenna." I admonish her while staring at her unabashed nakedness. Her face assumes an exaggerated pout as she sits back on her haunches with her thighs spread. Staring directly into her glistening pussy, I guess I shouldn't be surprised at how aroused she's gotten from watching us fuck but I never expected this.
"So Angie," I whisper as I brush her damp hair from her forehead. "I guess we proved it wasn't you."
"It's not me," she laughs. "It is definitely not me! God that was... I don't even know what that was... but thank you," she says, leaning up to kiss my lips while being careful not to disengage my spent cock from her still fluttering pussy.
"So what is the problem," I probe to see if she's gotten the message.
"Rob doesn't know what he's doing," she smiles.
"What are you going to do about it?" I ask as she starts rocking back and forth on my semi-soft cock.
"Hey, Doctor Phil," Jenna smirks. "You've got patients waiting."
"I'm going to talk to him, Granddad," Angie answers as we both ignore Jenna.
"Good girl," I tell her as she leans down for another kiss. We entwine our tongues for a few minutes and then I lift her off my spent cock and lie her down beside me on the bed.
"My turn?" Jenna asks, reaching for my cock to remove the used rubber. "Want me to suck it hard, Granddad?"
"Just wait a minute." This time I slap her hand away before she can grab my cock. "I'm going to clean up before we can do anything. Safe sex doesn't just mean condoms, it means not trading sexual fluids between partners."
"He's right," Sam tells Jenna as she opens her mouth to complain.
"First, I'm going to get rid of this condom and then I'm going to take a shower." I tell them as I swing my legs off the bed.
"Granddad?" Jenna calls to me as I near the bathroom door. She jumps off the bed as I stop to look back. "Can I join you in the shower," she asks coyly. "It'll be like the foreplay you had with Angie in the pool." She offers encouragingly.
Does this woman ever give up? I stare dumbfounded at her naked body. As my eyes take in her lush breasts, aroused nipples and fur-lined pussy, I warm up to the idea.
"Good idea, Jenna," I smile. Give me a few minutes to me get rid of this," I say, pointing to my condom covered cock, "and brush my teeth then you can join me in the shower. It'll be fun."
"Don't I know it!" she says, bouncing on her heels, which causes her breasts to jiggle enticingly. My cock starts responding even before I get the condom off. Whatever I've gotten myself into; it looks like it just multiplied.
I wrap the used condom in some tissue and put it in the wastebasket, making a mental note to dispose of the trash before my wife gets home. Of course, the way things are going I may have more than one condom in there before the day is over.
I brush my teeth, paying special attention to my pussy-coated tongue. As I wait for the shower water to heat up, I reflect on what Jenna said to Sam. Surely, she isn't suggesting that Sam include herself in our little fuckfest. Fucking her friends isn't the smartest thing I've ever done but at least it isn't . I'm about to step into the shower when Jenna appears in the doorway, looking downright edible.
"Ready?" she asks. Yes! For anything! Her thick, black nipples jut out invitingly from her luscious breasts and it takes considerable constraint not to start sucking on them before I've cleaned up.
Jenna joins me in the shower and we face each other with the spray hitting her back. I kiss her lightly on the lips thinking we'll take this nice and slow when she picks up the soap and starts lathering it all over my cock and balls. Fuck!
"This is what we need to clean up, right?" she asks with fake innocence while her soapy hand strokes up and down my recovering shaft. Pushing her firm tits into my chest, she teases my balls with one hand and strokes my cock with the other. She's driving me close to the edge with a simple hand job. Goddamn! Unlike Angie, this girl knows exactly what she's doing.
My cock is eagerly responding to her machinations but I don't want to waste cum down the shower drain. Forcing her to release my cock, I kiss her hungrily on the lips, sucking her tongue into my mouth as her hands glide around and cup my ass cheeks. Pulling me tightly against her, she grinds her horny pussy against my soapy cock.
"Granddad," she sighs next to my ear. "You sure turn a girl on." She's rubbing her slick, sudsy body against me as she pinches and squeezes my ass cheeks. I lean my face down and our lips meet in a longer, more fervent kiss. Fuck! I've got to get control of this or we're going to fuck right here in the shower without any of the build up that Angie enjoyed.
Breaking the kiss, I start soaping Jenna's shoulders and down over her ample chest. I consciously slow myself down, reveling in my first touch of her firm, fleshy breasts. My cock is throbbing as I graze my palms over her hard nipples and press my fingers into her tender contours. Gently pulling on her exquisite nipples, I roll them between my thumb and index finger and tug them out farther from her breasts.
"Mmmmm," she says, "I want you so bad, Granddad."
"I want you too, Jenna," I whisper. "I think it's time we took this to the bedroom?"
"Yeah," she breathes, pushing me away so she can rinse off. After toweling each other dry, we head into the bedroom to join Angie and Sam on my king-sized bed. Jenna has her hand wrapped around my fully recovered cock, leading me into the bedroom like a pull toy. She is obviously going to be a handful and I can't wait to surprise her a little.
Angie is splayed out on my bed looking as contented as she ought to after her multiple orgasms. Sam is sitting near her head, staring uncomfortably at Jenna's hand encircling my hard cock. Or maybe she's just staring at my cock, I'm not sure so I try for a little humor.
"You're a little overdressed, Sam," I quip as she blushes and looks down at her bikini with wide-eyed apprehension.
"I'm just kidding, Sweetheart," I tell her as Jenna and I climb onto the bed.
"Fuck! I am the only one dressed, aren't I?" Sam laughs nervously. Jenna lies next to Angie, scooting her over a little by bumping her hip against Angie's bare ass.
"You're perfect, Sam," I answer, kissing her on the forehead. "I was just teasing you." I assure her before taking my place next to Jenna.
I kiss Jenna and her tongue slices through my barely parted lips, ramping up the passion as she swirls it around in my mouth. My hand drifts across her stomach and my fingertips come to rest against the underside of her lovely brown breast.
Jenna moans into my mouth as I caress her curvaceous mammary and my fingers find her taut nipple. I pinch, twist and pull on her thick protrusion as our tongues continue to dance lustfully. As good as the kiss is, I want my mouth on these nipples. I leave a quick trail of kisses as I slide down her body and encircle her left nipple with my lips. I've wanted to suck on these babies ever since they first showed up on my computer screen.
"Oh yeah," Jenna breathes as I suck her nipple into my mouth and lightly drag my teeth along its length. My thought is to go slowly like I did with Angie, build up the arousal and maybe even convince Sam and Angie to join in a little too. Jenna caresses the back of my head, as I taste her nipple, teasing it to even greater tautness.
I take my time ministering to her phenomenal breasts, leisurely biting, licking and sucking until I hear a slight change in her breathing that signals she's ready for more. My cock is rock solid and I want to fuck this young woman so badly but I hold these lustful thoughts in check as I kiss my way down her body and bury my face in her thick, carpet of pubic hair.
I love her nipples but this other fine attribute of her African-American ancestry is like a fucking aphrodisiac. I've never been with a black woman before and although Jenna is half Asian, her sponge-like pubic hair surrounding her thick, black labia is my erotic fantasy of a sexy black pussy.
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Str8 Story: Grandpas Birthday Gift
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Posted:May 15, 2017 5:11 pm
Last Updated:May 16, 2017 3:33 pm
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Darryl was turning sixty today. He wakes up this morning happy to still be alive, but the thought of being another year older puts him in a bad mood of sorts. He is surprised to see that his wife is no longer in the bed and he chalks it up to her doing something special for his birthday.
He crawls out of the bed, his joints popping as he does so. Getting old was no fun, especially as the things you used to do, you don't anymore or can't. He heads for the bathroom, pisses and starts that shower. By the time he is ready to get in the water it is nice and hot. His shower doesn't take long and even though he hasn't been in the military for over twenty years, old habits never die.
He swipes his hand across the mirror and picks up his razor. He grins at the stubble covering his face. He actually let it grow out a little, daring to bring his morning routine, but now it is just getting to him. A few minutes later, he has a smooth face, well as smooth as a sixty year old's face could get. He sets down the razor, dries off, dresses and exits the bathroom.
He heads downstairs and makes his way into the kitchen. As he figures, Catherine, his wife, is busy making the most extravagant breakfast. What does surprise him is his twenty year old granddaughter, Jane, is sitting at the table.
"Happy Birthday Grandpa," Jane says, smiling big.
Darryl smiles back, his day just got a notch better. His grandchildren always brought a smile to his face. "I didn't expect you here this morning," he says taking a seat across from her.
Catherine brings over three plates and sets them on the table. "Jane is here today because she wants to spend the day with you," she says with a wink. "She even has a special birthday gift for you. And just so you know she has already cleared it with me."
"Conspiring against me eh?" he says grinning.
Catherine can't help but to smile as she says, "Now why would we do that?"
Jane giggles, picking up a fork and stabbing her scrambled eggs.
"Oh and Happy Birthday, dear," his wife says, pecking him on the cheek.
The three eat breakfast and Darryl heads for the den to read the morning paper while Jane helps Catherine with dishes. The morning passes fairly quickly and Darryl begins to wonder when Jane planned to spend the day with him, when she walks in with a bag pack.
"Are you ready Grandpa?" she asks standing in the middle of the den.
He looks up and smiles, "Whenever you are."
The two depart out the back door and into the woods behind his house. Jane leads the way insisting she has the perfect spot for a picnic. They walk slowly, occasionally talking about her school and other really unimportant things. Darryl is fully interested, but Jane just rambled off, not really showing interest in her own life. The weather is pleasant and perfect for a birthday.
"This way," Jane says at one point, leading her grandfather off the path through a thick area of brush.
After pushing through a few leafless bushes, they emerge into a clearing. Jane takes out a blanket of the bag pack and spreads it out. She motions for Darryl to sit with her. The two lay next to each other, looking up at the trees standing tall around them. The majestic views of nature fill their views.
"This is lovely," Darryl says turning toward his granddaughter. "I bet this field is full of flowers in the spring. But you would still be the loveliest thing here."
Jane slides closer and leans in, pushing her body close to his. She wraps her lips suddenly over his and slips her tongue out. Darryl pulls back shocked.
"Jane," he says. "What do you think you're doing?"
"I'm trying to give you your birthday gift. Grandma and I discussed it already. She knows how you look at me and Jennifer."
Darryl's face reddens. He didn't think anyone caught that.
"It's okay Grandpa," she says. "I know you're a dirty old man and I like it."
She reaches in and starts working on the buttons of his shirt, pulling them open and running her hands over his chest.
"Are you sure about this?" he asks.
She looks up into his eyes and says, "If I didn't I wouldn't be here right now."
"Whose idea was this?"
Jane stops and smiles, "Mine of course."
Darryl shrugs. If his granddaughter and wife wanted this, why shouldn't he? He grabs the hem of Jane's shirt and lifts it over her head in a single motion.
"What about birth control, condoms?" he asks stopping suddenly.
Jane smiles again, "Mom has me on birth control already. After she told me how you and she had sex when she was younger I asked her to put me on it."
"She told you about that?"
"Of course. She said it was one of the best times in her life and if it wasn't for her meeting my Dad she would still be doing it."
As she leans down for a kiss, Darryl's hands dive to open the clasp on her bra. The straps become slack and he pushes the material up and over her breasts, feeling them against his bare chest for the first time. Jane wiggles her arms to extract the bra straps and tosses it aside.
As Darryl's hands explore the contours of her breasts, Jane's hands are busy feeling the hardness of his body. Even though he is sixty, he has worked every day to keep his body fit. She twists her body slightly to allow her hands to unfasten the buckle. Darryl feels this and with the fastener released, his hands lower his pants over his hips and his legs help kick them off.
Jane settles back on top of Darryl, pinning his cock between them. He can feel the rough material of her jeans scrape over his cock, but rather than cause pain, it only heightens the passion that is rising within him. His hands cup her ass, pushing her down onto him. He slides his hands inside her jeans, cupping her bare ass directly.
Jane can feel his cock pushing against her. Even through the jeans, it feels hot, although she can't work up the courage feel it directly with her hand. Instead, she runs up and down her grandfather's body. When she feels his hands reach inside her jeans, a surge of pleasure flushes through her. Being squeeze between his hands and his cock makes her ready.
Jane lifts her body up slightly and unbuttons her jeans. With a wiggle of her hips and a kick of her legs, she slides the jeans off. Settling herself back on Darryl's body, she can feel the hardness of his cock directly against her stomach. It feels so hot and hard. She wants it more than ever now.
"I'm ready Grandpa," she whispers. "Be gentle with me."
His hands return to her ass. His hands guide her body to slide her pussy over his cock, gently spreading her legs apart to reveal her entrance. Looking into Jane's eyes, he reaches a hand between them to guide his cock to her entrance. She sighs as the top of his cock brushes against her before being pressed against her entrance.
Jane's hands grab onto Darryl's shoulders and his hands return to her ass. They stare into each other's eyes as he pushes her down with his hands and arches up with his body. With a slow rhythm, Darryl relaxes and pulls back slightly before resuming his inward push. He can feel himself sliding deeper and more easily with each push. The pressure and heat around his cock feels amazing as it slides deeper into Jane.
Jane can feel her insides slowly part as his cock inches its way deeper inside her. She feels herself opening wider and wider with each gentle push as he penetrates deeper and deeper. His cock makes her feel so full, filling a void inside her that she doesn't know she had. The feelings flowing over her cause her to relax until suddenly she feels him slide all the way inside. Her stomach is pressed up against his.
Impaled all the way inside her, Darryl lifts her head up to give her lips a kiss. His hands move to her hips to lift her up slightly to slide slowly back out of her. As his cock glides out, he can feel a gripping sensation as if Jane's pussy does not want to let go. When his cock reaches the opening, he allows it to slide smoothly back in, burying it deep into her depths.
With every outward stroke, Jane feels a pang of loss, but with every inward stroke that loss is washed away with a feeling of desire and fullness. Her body is moving on its own, sliding up and down on Darryl's cock, trying to force him deeper and deeper inside. She can feel the tension building in her.
Darryl can also feel the pressure building inside him. Each slippery stroke of his cock tingles with sensation. With Jane supporting her body on her hands to better move onto his cock, he gets to watch her small breasts swinging beneath her. The sight triggers an eruption.
Jane feels Darryl squeeze her tightly to him, forcing his cock in as deep as it can go. Fully impaled, she feels his cock twitch as it bursts forth his hot cum deep into her pussy. She squirms in pleasure, grinding her pussy against him, encouraging his cock to pump burst after burst into her. The feeling of fullness combined with the grinding of her clit causes her to burst as well. She lets out a loud moan of satisfaction before collapsing onto his body.
They lie in each other's arms. Darryl's cock is still inside her, slowly oozing the last remnants of his cum. Both of them are panting with exhaustion, they once again look into each other's eyes and exchange a simple kiss. Jane is the first to break the silence.
"That felt amazing," she says.
Darryl smiles, "Better than amazing, and seeing your breasts bouncing beneath you was just as erotic as feeling your pussy on my cock."
"Really?"
"Yes and I'd like to see it again sometime."
Jane smiles and says, "Deal."
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Str8 Story: The dominant grandpa
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Posted:May 15, 2017 4:38 pm
Last Updated:May 16, 2017 3:33 pm
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My wife and I were happily married for ten years and were in our mid-thirties when we decided to enter into a new and exciting lifestyle. We had always enjoyed our sex life and never considered ourselves to be in a 'rut' or bored, but rather we were ready to grow and expand in our sexuality. We explored different sexual activities and practices and determined that we both derived pleasure from giving pleasure to others. We were both rather submissive with strong desires to serve and obey. This of course led us to the realm of BDSM and once we looked around at the scene, we knew we couldn't return to the mundane world again.
We took out a personal ad online, not knowing at all how things would work out. We posted some nice and revealing pictures of ourselves and listed our interests. We were surprised how great the response was. We had all kinds of Dommes and Doms, and Dominant Couples reply, as well as some complete weirdos. We communicated back and forth through email but we found one seemed to always stand out with His erotic and well written messages. Soon we found ourselves drawn the most to the emails from a Dominant that told us to call him Grandpa.
Grandpa was always very patient and respectful with His communications. Other Dominants tended to get pushy as we corresponded with them, and as we were new to the lifestyle we were nervous and a bit hesitant. Grandpa's words always seemed to put us at ease and encourage us to take the next step. Grandpa had said that He had a lot of experience as a Master in the lifestyle and was a widower that would appreciate the submission and service we had to offer. When we decided to enter the lifestyle we had never expected to find ourselves being dominated by a seventy-two year old man, but now we wouldn't want it any other way.
We were emailing Grandpa several times a day and often chatting online as well. We always felt comfortable with Grandpa and he slowly started to dominate us without over stepping any of our comfort limits. Grandpa soon had us stripping each other naked and kneeling down while we were chatting. He would give us commands that we eagerly carried out and grew very comfortable with. The relationship progresses to phone calls that let us get to know Grandpa and get more comfortable. Grandpa then invited us to meet in person and we eagerly accepted. We met at a nice restaurant and had a nice dinner and some drinks. It was a very nice date and there was no play and nothing pushy but rather a chance to warm up and get better acquainted. At the end of the evening, Grandpa asked if we would be willing to submit and play next time. My wife and I eagerly accepted and we set up a date and time. Then, with a surprise, Grandpa reached out and pulled my wife into Him and wrapped His arms around her and slowly worked His hands down to her butt as He gave her a long wet kiss. He smiled afterward and watched us both carefully as though He were studying our reactions. It was a bit of a shock to me and I felt awkward and stunned, but it was also an intensely erotic moment that I found thrilling.
We were both trembling with nervousness as we stood on Grandpa's front porch awaiting our first real-time session. We didn't know what would happen which was a bit scary and arousing. We had been instructed to shave all our body hair, in particular our pubic hairs as the standard sign of submission Grandpa said. This had led us to even more anticipation with such erotic preparation. When Grandpa answered the door with is charming smile and easy demeanor, we were put more at ease. We were invited to come in and sit at the dining room table. Dressed rather relaxed in loungewear and a housecoat, Grandpa brought out some documents and paper work and presented them before us. He explained that it was a contract for BDSM consensual play and it was standard protocol for the lifestyle. We signed the papers and declared a "safeword" in case things got too intense for us. After consenting to Grandpa's domination, Grandpa asked if we were ready. My heart was beating intensely and I noticed my wife took in a deep breath as we both nodded.
"Good", said Grandpa with a big smile. "Let me show you around." With that we rose from our seats and followed Grandpa as He gave us the tour of His home and pointed out where things were for us. The house seemed like any other until we were led down to the basement where the 'dungeon' was. We saw several racks, and bondage tables, and devices that we had never seen before. It was dark with dim lights that added to the mystery of the dungeon. We were led to a room that almost appeared as a stall with wooden walls and a window covered with strong steel fencing. Grandpa opened the sliding doors and said, "Welcome to the servant's quarters."
A single light bulb hung from a chain that dangled from the ceiling. There were closed-circuit cameras looking down and a monitor mounted high on the wall. Three mattresses were placed together on the floor. There were some chains securely fastened to the wall and neatly hung up on pegs. The servant quarters seemed quiet, yet it appeared they could be intense in a matter of moments. There were a few shelves in the room, and upon one were two boxes, one labeled "houseboy" and the other labeled "maid".
"You'll find your new work clothes in those boxes. Go ahead and change and meet up upstairs and we will get started", said Grandpa with a smile as He turned to go.
It seemed very dark and quiet as we were left alone. I put my arm around my wife and she gave me a big kiss. We were both nervous and taking the journey together was a big turn-on. We undressed and shivered in the coolness of the basement dungeon. We wondered if Grandpa was watching us through the cameras. We opened the boxes and put on the contents. Mine was a houseboy uniform consisting of a pair of tuxedo boxers that fit tightly, a collar and bow tie, and some cuffs around my wrists. My wife put on a French maid outfit that was low cut and showed off ample cleavage from her 38DDs. The skirt came down mid thigh on her and the white stockings were knee length, leaving a patch of bare leg showing. She had lacey wristlets, a choker, and a headband to complete the outfit. She looked quite beautiful in that black and white maid outfit that showed off all her best curves.
My wife searched around in the box and whispered to me that she didn't see any panties in there and she wondered if she should wear the panties she had worn over. I told her she should only wear what was in the box and nothing extra. This left her feeling embarrassed and very self-conscious going without panties, especially since the back of her skirt was split open leaving her exposed. She kept trying to cover the split with the tie strings of her apron, but every time she moved her back end was exposed and her face turned red. I had to take her by the hand and tell her how beautiful she was and that she was dressed the way that Grandpa wanted her. Together, hand-in-hand, we crept up the stairs in our new uniforms of domestic servants.
We were expecting to find Grandpa when we came up the stairs. Instead we found a tablet with detailed instructions. We were assigned a list of chores to do and told that Grandpa would be in the den if we needed him. The kinky uniforms that we had on made both of us feel erotically vulnerable and anxious for Grandpa to see us feeling so exposed. This feeling was only drawn out by not seeing Grandpa right away. We went about the chores and did housework like laundry, vacuuming, dusting, sweeping, and taking out the trash. The chores took each of us to the den at times, where we saw Grandpa and He kept the moments from being awkward. We served Him afternoon tea and began to feel much more comfortable with our work uniforms. My wife even gave up trying to keep the gap in her skirt closed and let her beautiful ass be exposed when it was.
We began preparing dinner as Grandpa made His way around to inspect the chores. He gave us lots of praise and compliments for our work and we felt appreciated. I went into the dining room and prepared the table as instructed, placing the proper settings including candles. When I returned to the kitchen, I saw my wife stirring the pot on the stove as Grandpa stood close by taking in the aroma of her special sauce. His hand reached into the split of her skirt and very slowly worked around rubbing her bare ass. She froze for a moment, and took in a deep breath that raised her head up a little higher. I could tell that she was getting very excited and was probably dripping wet. I too became aroused and soon had an erection that was trying to poke out of my boxers. Grandpa turned around and smiled, "Mmmm, smells delicious", He said as He gave her a few pats on the behind.
Grandpa sat in the dining room as we lit the candles and busily filled His cups with water and wine. We served him up as much dinner as He wanted and we enjoyed watching each other serving side-by-side. Servants were to eat in the kitchen, so that is where we had dinner as we took turns hopping up to answer the bell call of Grandpa. We were both very quiet, and enjoying ourselves in a sort of fantasy bliss. We also wondered what would happen next. We drank more than a little bit of wine and it helped to relax our nerves and inhibitions. The clean-up after dinner also helped pass the time and give us something to focus on.
Grandpa had retired to the living room where he put on some old, classy jazz and swing records and opened up the newspaper. My wife refilled His wine glass and asked if He wanted dessert, but He replied that He would have dessert a little later. Grandpa lit up His pipe and told us that He would like some massages and He instructed my wife to rub His feet and me to rub His shoulders. We did as we were told. I worked my hands upon Grandpa's shoulders as He read the paper, holding it up so that it blocked my view of my wife for some time. When Grandpa finally finished the paper and put it away, I had a good view of my wife. She was on her knees with one of Grandpa's feet in her lap, her skirt was stretched and riding high on her thigh showing plenty of skin. I had a great view of her cleavage and it appeared that her large breasts were almost ready to pop out. I also realized that Grandpa had to be getting the same view that I had.
"You look a bit uncomfortable, My dear. Did I get that uniform too small?" inquired Grandpa. My wife froze and wasn't sure what to do or say. "Come up here, and we'll take a look. Come on; come up on Grandpa's lap", said Grandpa as He motioned with His hands while following the music.
My wife slowly rose to her feet and taking a deep breath, she nervously approached Grandpa who welcomed her with open arms and pulled her in straddling His lap. Grandpa pulled her in for a deep embrace as He buried His face between her breasts. My wife closed her eyes and tilted her head back as she began to breath very heavy. Grandpa slowly released the embrace. "Yes, your big breasts look awful tight in there. You'd better let them out. Just pull down your uniform a bit and let them hang out. Let them get some air", said Grandpa in a reassuring tone.
My wife was breathing deeply and I could tell her heart was racing. She slowly moved her trembling hands up to her top. Grandpa called to me, "houseboy! houseboy, come over here and help. Come help her out of this. Just roll that uniform down a little."
I hurried over and stood behind my wife. I placed my hands on her shoulders and she took in a deep breath and relaxed a little. I slowly slid the straps around her shoulders and slid them down her arms as far as they would go. I then slid my hands back up her shoulders and slid them forward into her soft bosoms. I took hold of the cups of her outfit and slid them down, rolling the top part of her maid outfit down and letting her large and magnificent breasts hang free in front of Grandpa's face. The straps of the outfit were still around her arms and left my wife rather restrained as she straddled His lap with her boobs completely exposed.
Grandpa took a breast in each hand. He very gently fondled the boobs and worked his hands all around them. He squeezed them a little and stretched them a little. My wife squirmed as the sexual energy was building inside her. Her head rolled back and her eyes closed as Grandpa explored her chest with His hands. He worked His fingers around her big nipples in a circular motion. Then He gave each nipple a gentle squeeze that made my wife quiver at her thighs.
"I think I'll have dessert now", said Grandpa. "houseboy, I want you to fix Me up some chocolate syrup and whipped cream, and I want it served up on this rack", He said.
"Yes, Grandpa", I replied as I helped my wife off Grandpa's lap. We walked out to the kitchen together. We didn't know what to do our say to each other, but we were both experiencing the greatest thrill of our lives. We were eager and nervous, and my hand wasn't the steadiest as I coated my wife's breasts in chocolate syrup and topped them off with whipped cream. We returned to Grandpa and I brought Him an apron to help keep clean, and I helped my wife back up onto His lap. I stood by and watched with a moist towel ready as Grandpa had his dessert.
Grandpa slowly worked his tongue along the edges of the whipped cream and chocolate syrup. He would change direction at times and sometimes lick in circular patterns. At times Grandpa would comment on how tasty the dessert was and how sweat it was. As He put away more chocolate and whipped cream, Grandpa began to mouth her taking in big and long sucks upon her breasts. I had to hold my wife steady as she began shaking as Grandpa sucked her nipples of all the sticky chocolate syrup. I think my wife orgasmed during this, and I was about to also. My cock was rock hard and pre-cum was leaking out my boxers. It was also clear that Grandpa was enjoying this as well. "Mmm, that was an excellent dessert!" said Grandpa when he had finished.
We cleaned up and returned to Grandpa. He told us to loosen up and dance to the music as a catchy swing tune was playing. We followed directions and started dancing on the open floor in front of Grandpa. My wife's breasts were still hanging out and her arms were restricted by the straps. I still had a big boner that was trying to escape from my boxers.
"Relax, relax, it is time to have fun. Get out of those work uniforms and make yourselves comfortable. Come on; come on, take them off. houseboy, help the maid out of that outfit. Good, good, that is more like it, now maid, help the houseboy out of his uniform", coached Grandpa.
We followed Grandpa's instructions and found ourselves dancing naked in front of Him. He sat on the couch watching us and moving His hands to the music like a conductor. Grandpa kept giving us directions and we kept following them. He told us to swing our hips. He told us to shake our booties. He called us to come closer and shake our booties for him. Soon we were on each side of Grandpa swinging our hips and shaking our bare butts to the music. The song came to an end with two strikes on the drums which Grandpa imitated my slapping our bare asses with His hands.
"Now that looks like some good booty", said Grandpa with a grin. He looked at us seriously for a moment and asked, "Are you ready for Grandpa to spank your booty?"
"Yes", we both gasped.
"Good. Ladies first, maid, come here over my knee. Grandpa is going to give you a good spanking. houseboy, come over here and take her hands. Stretch her out a bit and try to keep her still. That's it, that's it."
My wife climbed up on the couch and stretched her beautiful naked body out over Grandpa's knee. I took her hands and stretched her arms out and looked into her eyes. I don't think either of us could believe what we were doing, but it seemed so thrilling and erotic. Grandpa rubbed His hand around my wife's ass as He warmed it up. I could feel my wife tense up in anticipation and she squeezed my hands. There was a loud smack as Grandpa's hand came down across the maid's bare butt. I stared into her eyes as she winced slightly and smiled to signal she was okay. Grandpa rubbed her butt more and raised His hand up and quickly brought it down upon my wife's butt. Each time Grandpa struck her a little harder and a little faster. My wife started to let out little whimpers, but she never called out the safeword. Grandpa worked her long into the spanking and her little whines of pain began to be followed by moans of pleasure. Grandpa picked up the intensity of the spanking and it built a lot of sexual energy. I thought my wife was going to orgasm right there over Grandpa's knee. Then Grandpa stopped and rubbed my wife's ass which was now beat red. She was panting and trying to catch her breath as Grandpa called out, "Next!"
I took my turn and placed my naked body over Grandpa's knee. My wife took my hands and stretched me out. I looked up at her as she gave me a smile as though she had suddenly satisfied a long craving. I felt the warm hand of Grandpa slide across my butt cheeks. He was gentle at first and then picked up the intensity and the friction started to take hold and my ass began to warm. I heard a gasp escape me as the smack of a hand upon my flesh rang out. The nerves in my butt were awakened and the sting set in. I think that Grandpa spanked me much harder than He did my wife. The smacks upon butt cheeks seemed louder and the intensity was much faster. The sting felt like nails driving into my butt cheeks and going deeper and deeper. I was a bit shocked at how powerful the moment could take me. I looked up at my wife and she was smiling and seemed to be taking great pleasure in watching me get spanked. One last, powerful smack that sent a jolt through me finished the spanking session.
"Okay now, you both are dripping wet between your legs and you'd better clean it up", said Grandpa. "Go on, go right there on the floor and lick each other up. Go on, go 69 it. houseboy, you lay down on your back. maid, you sit right on his face and take his cock in your mouth. That's it, good. Good", said Grandpa as he coached us along.
It felt really good to experience the touch and feel of my wife's naked body at that moment. I could tell that her loins were red hot as she straddled my face. I could smell her wet pussy as she slowly lowered it down to my face. I licked her thighs up and down and slowly brought my tongue around to her pussy. Her vaginal lips were wide open and I slurped up her secretions and probed her open and wet vagina with my tongue. I felt her big titties glide across my belly and bounce over my lower abdomen as my wife began to lick my cock of pre-cum. We were both at a level of arousal that neither had ever experienced before. The sexual energy was very strong and it felt almost trance-like. I found my wife's clit and began going to town on it. I felt her warm and wet mouth wrap around my cock as she swallowed it. We were going to town on each other and both of us were moaning with wild pleasure. After being held in a state of arousal all day we were both very excited to release. I could sense orgasms preparing in both of us when Grandpa, suddenly interrupted, "Wait, wait. Stop, you have more clean up to do. I am dripping wet too. Take care of this and you can finish those orgasms. Come on, I'm dripping wet over here."
Grandpa had slid his pants down and His seventy-two year old cock and balls were out surrounded by thin, white pubic hair. We felt desperate to get off and my wife raced over and kneeled between Grandpa's thighs. She held the base of His cock and ran her tongue up and down Grandpa's shaft. He moaned approvingly and she took his cock into her warm, wet mouth and bobbed her head up and down. My wife took Grandpa's cock out of her mouth and stroked it in her hand as she worked down and licked His balls. She ran her tongue up and down His scrotum as she stroked His cock and worked her tongue around His anus and back to His scrotum. My wife took Grandpa's cock back in her mouth and massaged His balls with her hand.
"Come over and take care of her, houseboy. Come on over and take her from behind", Grandpa called to me. I took up position kneeling behind my wife and I ran my hands up her bare back as her head bobbed up and down on Grandpa's cock. I worked my hands down her back and spread her butt cheeks a little. I slowly slid my throbbing cock into my wife's hot and wet pussy. We both moaned with great satisfaction at the sensation. I placed my hands on her hips and began to slowly pump back and forth in her pussy and it felt so damn good. I felt hot ejaculations squirting out my wife's pussy as I began pumping her faster. She was moaning as she slurped on Grandpa's cock. At times my wife would moan and arch her back and tilt her head back only to have Grandpa pull her head back down onto His cock. I pumped faster and started fucking my wife harder and harder. It was the best sex that we had ever had and we were moaning like crazy. "Come on , go ahead and get off. Go ahead and cum now", Grandpa told us.
I fucked furiously away at my wife who began shrieking with pleasure as she stroked Grandpa's cock in her hand. I felt her pussy start to vibrate in orgasm as hot ejaculations gushed out of her. I felt myself stiffening up and I had a very intense orgasm that I felt throughout my body as my loaded squirted into my wife's pussy. I pulled out and slumped back feeling drained and exhausted. My wife went to town on Grandpa's cock again. He pulled her head off His cock and told her He wanted to shoot His load over her big ole' titties. She gave Grandpa a few more pumps with her hand, and then Grandpa let out a deep moan before shooting a big load onto her boobs. She licked His cock clean and sat back with a big satisfied smile.
Looking down at my wife with a big wad of semen across her chest, Grandpa said, "Good , good. That was really good. Now I want you to rub that load all over those titties of yours. houseboy, you help her too. Rub that hot load all across those big ole titties."
With that my wife and I rubbed Grandpa's load all across her breasts as directed. We then picked up our uniforms and Grandpa said it was time to call it a night. He led us back down to the dungeon and into the servant quarters. We were ushered in and Grandpa bid us a good night before sliding the door shut. My wife and I snuggled together and discussed how we each found the day thrilling. We found that we were still too excited to sleep so we had sex twice more that night. We wondered whether or not Grandpa was watching us through the cameras that were inside the servant quarters. We could both smell and feel his sticky semen that was blown over my wife's breasts, as if it were a constant reminder of Grandpa. We finally fell asleep in a warm embrace upon bare mattresses without covers and looking out the caged window.
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