Montag, 22. Dezember 2014

Taking Care of Santa

Written by pj

I've been so excited for Christmas all year. And finally it was Christmas eve.

I just couldn't wait to see what Santa would be getting me for Christmas. I always sleep in the living room on Christmas eve, right by the tree, so I can get a glimpse of Santa. However, I always fall asleep and when I wake up later in the evening the presents are already under the tree. Not this year though! This year I was going to stay awake!

I know what you're thinking. What kind of 19 year old young lady still believes in Santa? Well, this kind I suppose. You may think I'm just a silly girl, but I know Santa is real. He must be! No one but Santa could know what I write in my letter to Santa each year and who else could leave me special presents in my bedroom in addition to those left under the tree.

So there I am, cuddled under my blankets on the sofa near the tree, waiting for Santa to come deliver my presents. I'm fighting so hard to stay awake. I'm just drifting off to sleep when I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. He's here! He's here!

Santa comes into the living room, in the perfect Santa suit I'd imagined, with a big red sack of gifts over his shoulder. Santa sees me laying on the sofa in the soft glow of the tree lights and can tell that I'm awake.

"Ho Ho Ho, and what are you doing awake little girl?"

I'm smiling brightly. "I try every year to stay awake so I can see you Santa but you always come so late. This year I tried extra hard!"

"Did you? You know, I may have to bring all of these presents back to the north pole with me now. Good little girls are supposed to be sleeping when Santa arrives. It is very naughty of you to still be awake so late. Are you a naughty little girl?"

I sit up, my blanket falling to my lap showing the semi-sheer white nightgown I am wearing. "No Santa. I'm a good girl, a very good girl."

"A very good girl, you say?"

"Oh yes. You can ask my daddy. I've been such a good girl for daddy this year. I've taken very good care of daddy, making sure to do all the things he likes."

Santa considers me through his glasses. "Are you sure? You seem like much too young to take care of your daddy like you say."

"Daddy says that his little girl is just perfect."

"Hmm... In that case I think you need to show Santa just how good of a little girl you've been for your daddy. If you can prove you're a good little girl for Santa, maybe I don't need to bring all your presents back to the north pole and tell Mrs. Claus what a naughty girl you turned out to be."

"Please don't tell Mrs. Claus I'm a naughty girl. I'll show Santa just how good I am."

I push the blanket off me completely. My see-through night gown teases and my small white thong panties appear to change color in the twinkling colored lights. I climb off the sofa and crawl over to Santa as he stands by the tree. He puts his sack of presents down beside him. When I reach him I rub my little hands up over the velvety pants, reaching the waistband and pulling it down. Santa watches eagerly as I pull his cock free from his pants and wrap my little hand around it, pumping his already hard cock. "That's a good girl." Santa encourages.

I give the tip of Santa's cock a kiss and a few licks before I open my mouth and suck on his big cock, just as Daddy has taught me. Santa watches, his one hand tangled in the back of my hair. "Oh yes, that's it sweetie. That's a good girl. Suck Santa's cock little girl." He holds my head still as Santa begins to fuck my face, pumping faster and further into my throat. "Fuck. Yes show Santa what a good girl you are. Suck that fat cock baby girl. Santa's gonna cum baby. That's it, drink all of Santa's cum. Ho Ho Ho! Take it!"

My mouth is full of cum as more and more shoots into my mouth. I swallow hard, making sure to swallow every drop like a good girl. Santa doesn't stop fucking my mouth though. He keeps going until he is rock hard again.

"Santa still needs to see just how good of a little girl you are." He says as he backs away from my used mouth. "Here, let's take this off. See-through nightgowns are for teases and teases are naughty little girls. You don't want to be a naughty girl, do you?"

"No Santa." He pulls my nightgown over my head, displaying my body for him. Santa sits down on daddy's chair, his hard cock still standing in his lap.

"Come over here and sit on Santa's lap. Show Santa how you're a good girl for your daddy."

I crawl to the chair and climb up on Santa's lap. I pull my little panties to the side as I lower myself on Santa's hard waiting cock. Santa puts his head back in the chair and lets out a moan as I start to bounce up and down on Santa's lap. "You're daddy is right. You're smooth tight pussy is just perfect!" I bounce on Santa's lap harder and harder. Eventually Santa grabs me by the waist, lifting and lowering me on Santa's lap, using me like a fuck toy. "Yes, I can see how you've been a good girl for your daddy. You have a lucky daddy, getting to have this sweet smooth pussy anytime he likes. You still have something else you need to let Santa do to prove you're a good little girl, though."

"What Santa?"

Santa snickers. "Ho Ho Ho, let me show you little girl." Santa lifts me off of his cock and twists me around in mid-air so that now I am facing away from Santa. He spits onto his fingers and rubs it on my tight little asshole. Santa lowers my tight little butt down onto his cock, splitting me open. "Fuck that's one tight little ass. What a good girl, not a single complaint while I fill you're little ass." Santa keeps pumping into my ass, he's moaning louder now and I know he won't last long inside my tight little ass, Daddy never does. "Here it comes, little girl. Ho ho ho!!"

Still sitting on Santa's lap, his cock still inside my ass, Santa pats my hair and kisses me softly on the head. "You are definitely a good girl, the best girl Santa has visited all night. For being such a good girl, Santa is going to hide some extra presents in your bedroom closet for you. I know they'll make your daddy VERY happy. Just be careful not to let your mommy see."

"I won't Santa. I promise!"

"That's a good girl."

Santa picks me up off of his lap and gently puts my nightgown back on before helping me back to my make-shift bed on the sofa. He kisses me lightly on the forehead. "Now be a good little girl and go to sleep so Santa can leave you lots of presents."

Sonntag, 30. November 2014

My Incredible Grandfather-in-Law

Written by Cecilie

I will tell you about events that took place this June.

I am not a native English speaker. I wish my vocabulary bank was bigger. Some sentences may be clumsy. You may find grammar mistakes or wrong use of words.

But this is my best effort.

My topic isn't mainstream. It's not for everyone. Some of you will hate it.

I hope you are able to judge by title and tags whether or not this story is for you.

Thank you.



I am Cecilie. I'm a tall young woman, 1.80, slim and very fit. I have been called statuesque and I won't object to that. I am proud of my looks. My hair is dark blonde, long and wavy. I know men find me attractive. I have been told I have a kind looking face with classic beautiful features.

My husband Tim is also a looker, with his athletic physique and beautiful eyes. Like me he's 25. He is also tall, 1.90. We've been together for four years now. We both come from privileged backgrounds and have for three years owned our cosy two bedroom downtown apartment. We married last year.

The first three years of our relationship were wonderful. Even our sex life was great. True, there always was a disparity in sex-drive. I could have it multiple times a day! But he always did his utmost to satisfy me. He has given me good sex on a near-daily basis for more than three years.

I always wanted to be a young mother but Tim was hesitant. He used to say he didn't feel mature enough. Still, a year ago, we decided to start a family. Which has been much easier said than done. Despite frequent sexual intercourse I couldn't succeed in becoming pregnant. A fertility test showed that Tim's sperm production is very low, gradually almost non-existent. Some time ago he received a diagnosis - "Azoospermia"."

The motility and quality of his sperm is low too, so Tim is receiving fertility drugs. I have suggested we use donated sperm and Tim is open to that.

To add insult to injury his equipment shrinks. Yes! By a lot too! That's really not so uncommon. Tim used to be of medium size.

Well, he's not anymore...

So, ta-da! Our marriage is blessed with two more diagnoses! We need to deal with Tim's "Testicular Atrophy" and his "Penile Atrophy"...

Then, guess what? You guessed, didn't you? Of course. He's suddenly not able to get it up! Almost out of the blue.

I have tried lingerie, porn, booze, all kinds of dirty talk. I suck him the best I can, which is pretty damn good! But no, still a softy. At best an erection that disappears once he's inside me. It's been like that for three months.

So, what's the name of the problem we struggle with here? A "Hypoactive Sexual Desire Disorder", I assume?

We have become tired of seeing doctors.

My own libido on the other hand is through the roof! It's really gone out of control.

Lately I've begun wondering if our decision to start a family was a smart one. Of course our present problems are stressing our marriage. The last months Tim's personality has been getting on my nerves too.

There are aspects of his character that I find increasingly annoying. His alleged radicalism, for instance, this need to disassociate himself from his bourgeois background. I think his political views are superficial and simplified.

Little by little I have come to acknowledge that he also is spoiled and work-shy. Tim was sacked from his latest job because of frequent absence. Myself, I'm finishing my master's degree in law these days. I'm proud to call myself ambitious.

But I am painfully aware that allowances from Tim's parents is our prime source of income.

And he is changing to the worse. He has become more and more sulky. Increasingly awkward and insecure, no doubt due to our problems.

His favourite remedy seems to be booze and weed.

The long and short of it, the present situation bothers both of us. A lot. "Infertility depression"? That's no doubt a potential diagnosis too. For us both.

So, we go through a rocky period now. Our sex life is almost non existent, and we fight a lot. During a quarrel a few weeks ago, I was so mad I told Tim I might leave him.

His reaction was shockingly vehement. He actually started to cry and told me if that ever happened, he would kill himself. And no matter what I said or did, he would never dream of leaving me. He loved me more than life, he said.

And me? I have loved him dearly for a long time. Now it's more like living with a grumpy low-sexed panda on a zoo breeding programme. I'm running very thin in patience.

But my feelings for him will return.

I hope.

Tim and I had just returned from a three week vacation, when his mother called. Her father had been depressed since he was widowed. He had been living with them for four weeks now and had begun to recover. Now they were about to redecorate the house, could we accommodate him his last week before he left the country?

Tim's grandparents had lived in the US his entire life and he didn't know them well. He didn't think much of his grandfather, though. Being a leftist, he accused his grandfather of being a capitalist pig. Not entirely unreasonable, I'm afraid, the methods the old man had used to build his fortune appeared to be quite ruthless. Karl seems to be a man who takes what he wants and hates taking no for an answer.

I believe Tim always was quite intimated by his strong-willed grandfather. Perhaps even jealous of such a vigorous and successful man.

Of course we had to grant my husband's grandfather accommodation. I had met Karl only a few times, last at his wife's funeral three months ago. I definitely like him. He is a distinguished, very handsome man of 70, short, barely 1.70. He is still running his business, working full-time.

My husband's grandfather is the father of five sons and one daughter, all of whom have done very well. In the sense that they all are strikingly attractive, well-educated, have great careers ... all that. I had a very pleasant talk with him at the funeral and like previously we had a really good rapport.

We had a good conversation about the perishability of life, no less! Karl is a wise and very interesting man.

Still, my grandfather-in-law is a classic Pater familias, a patriarch of a kind that mostly is history in our part of the world.

His life in recent months has been astounding. Immediately after the funeral, a young woman of 26 moves in with the old man! Shortly after, they marry. Tim's tolerant mom was surprised and very sceptical.

She knew her father had had mistresses, he seems to have been quite the stud. But she had no idea her father had a mistress at this ripe age. She was uncertain as to what this was all about. Was it a young hussy who just wanted to get hold of the old man's money? Was he becoming demented? Or were they actually in love? She couldn't tell.

Tim and his mom aren't very close. But she and I have a fantastic relationship! I often name her my best friend, and I believe she is. We can talk about everything.

She has confided in me that her mother on her death bed told her that her husband has got three love children. They were all planned. He had paid generous child maintenances and knew them all quite well. She was OK with that.

She had been blessed with the most wonderful man in the world, she told her daughter. He had never neglected her. He was an incredible lover and she had accepted that other women wanted a piece of him too. Their life together had been incredible.

Her narrative was accompanied by an unfamiliar girly giggle. I could tell she was proud of her manly dad.

Her own sex life has become a huge disappointment. She has been seeing other men for more than ten years now. Tim's dad knows, and accepts.

And Grandpa Karl?

He lives with his young woman for six weeks. Then misfortune strikes again. His young wife is killed in a traffic accident. And Karl slides into a depression.


My grandfather-in-law moves into our guest room at 5 pm one fine day in mid-June.

Karl gives Tim a short handshake. I, on the other hand, am greeted with a warm embrace and kisses. His behaviour surprises me. I have only seen his right-minded, sensitive side. Now he seems to be in full dominant mode. From the moment he walks in the door, he treats Tim with disrespect, even contempt.

We enjoy our first really hot summer day. I'm wearing shorts and a tank top with a bare midriff and I'm barefoot. Tim's grandpa changes to shorts as well. He is barefoot too. On his upper body, he has a sleeveless T-shirt, it's very open at the neck. I have only seen him in a suit and I'm pleasantly surprised that the tanned old man is so well-built, so muscular and hairy.

Karl doesn't bother to hide the fact that he thinks Tim is a lazy, spoiled brat. He finds it intolerable that one of his heirs is showing such complete lack of ambition. Karl belittles my husband without mercy.

The power balance between the two men is seriously askew. Tim's grandfather is a man who commands respect! I should have been repulsed by the way he treats Tim but for some reason, I'm not. What he says is basically true, after all.

Karl's self-confidence is overwhelming. He showers me with compliments in front of Tim. He praises my intelligence, charm, beauty, sexyness, even my awesome ass and legs!

He insists on joining me when I go to prepare dinner. He wants to help. Tim has clearly been intimitaded by his grandfather's flirting and forceful behaviour. He looks relieved when Karl leaves the dining-room.

While helping me preparing the vegetables, Karl makes sure his body frequently touches mine. He holds eye contact with me.

An unusual situation indeed. I am his grandson's wife, after all!

But he really is handsome, in a rugged, lumberjack-like way. He holds my waist, he strokes my hair and cheek. For some reason I don't find his advances disgusting. He's too charming and too damn funny! Incredibly direct and insistent. His wit makes me giggle, sometimes laugh out loud. When he makes me laugh, I tend to touch his muscular arm.

I simply feel good in his company. His behaviour is so wordly-wise and superior. So unlike the recitent and inhibited Tim I have come to know lately.

He kisses my neck and caresses my buttocks, pinches them. I remove his hands, slowly. But I give him a cautious smile as I do it.

He gives me a quick peck on my mouth. Without thinking I return it, making a smack sound. I feel myself blushing.

"You're such a naughty man." I hear myself say.

God, what a lame remark! What's wrong with me?

Then he abruptly changes subject and shocks me by saying,

"I confess, Cecilie, that I'm saddened to learn that my lazy bum grandson shoots blank. If he shoots at all."

Oh God, Timmie's mum must have told him about our problems! I had confided in her several times.

He must have noticed I resented him talking about my husband like that. He goes on, in a feigned formal manner of speaking,

"I'd like to apologize on behalf of our entire clan. This is unheard of in our family. Our male reps have never failed their women like this. In our family we don't fail. In our family we are leaders, not laggards."

He looks me deep in the eyes.

"I am personally willing to go to considerable length to help you!"

"Oh thank you, Karl! That is so kind of you!"

And yes, it really was! Perhaps a visit to an expensive fertility clinic abroad would do the trick?

But no... that wasn't what he was aiming at.

He illustrates his statement by lowering his gaze to his crotch. My eyes are drawn in the same direction.

He quickly takes my hand and puts it on a woody of considerable length, actually a monstrous erection! It's straining to be unleashed from my grandfather-in-laws pants.

What incredible gall!!

Dinner preparations were completed. Our meal had been put in the oven.

Shocked, I excuse myself and go to prepare his room.


He will leave the country in a week, yet he has already put out some personal things in his room. A large family photo, with children and grandchildren. He and his late wife in the front. She is taller than him, a beautiful elderly woman. At the very back, to the right, a young Tim, perhaps 16.

How sweet of him to take this photo out! I let my gaze go from descendant to descendant. What an extraordinary family! So many beautiful, successful people!

Then I detect a picture he has placed on the chest of drawers. Karl is seated at a cafe table. By his side is a dazzlingly beautiful young woman. They hold hands. She gives him a glowing smile.

Her sparkling eyes makes it obvious to me that this young woman is carrying his child.

I make Karl's bed. I am in deep thoughts. I stare blankly at the newly made double bed in our guest room. I have only slept there one night. It is a very good bed, probably better than my own. The sheets look very inviting.

My hand slips under the duvet and touches the mattress. How I love the fragrance of clean sheets!

Lewd visions of unmentionable activities in the bed are suddenly dancing in my head. I visualize sweat, sperm and pussy juice on sheets that no are longer clean.

God, I'm so needy. I feel like such a slut! I break out of my reverie. Dinner must be ready by now. I go to the kitchen.


During dinner Karl gives me all his attention. He addresses Tim only when he has got some praise in store for his grandson's wife ("she's a perfect addition to our family dynasty, Timmie! She will give birth to some wonderful children!")

Otherwise, he ignores my husband completely.

I'm not surprised that he continues his flirting. I too am a natural flirt. I'm afraid I have often made Tim jealous. I find flirting titillating.

Initially, I'm nervous and don't speak much. The image of this impertinent old man giving his granddaughter-in-law proof of his size and virility is glued to my mind.

Karl starts playing footsie with me under the table. None of us are wearing shoes. First I remain passive. Then I start flirting back. My toes fondle his muscled calf.

I know this is terribly wrong. Tim's grandpa has proved to me he isn't just any old sod. And that erection! Oooh!

This is plain dangerous, I am playing with fire.

But I guess I want to give Tim a minor shock. There's been so much frustration lately. I never cheated on him until the last three months.

Since March I have slept with three other men. The oldest is my girlfriend's dad.

He is 53 and by far the best. I have fucked him 4 or 5 times.

My grandfather-in-law is an excellent conversationalist. He is attentive and a good listener, yet he is the one who naturally dominates the conversation. I loosen up. I bat my eyes, smile at him, I agree to everything he says, I giggle at his remarks.

Tim sits quietly by my side. I peek at him a few times. He doesn't really look sad or neglected. On the contrary, he looks sort of excited. He alternately looks at his grandfather and at me. At one point Karl takes a long, scrutinizing look at Tim. His gaze is almost scary, like he can see right through my husband.

It's a look that says: "I know who you are!"

When my grandfather-in-law puts his large hairy paw on my manicured fingers I make no move to take my hand away. Our fingers tangle.

The three of us have shared two bottles of wine. I'm definitely tipsy.

And this old man continues talking to me... only me... in his deep baryton voice. I respond to him, only him...

I feel like a ditzy, over-affectionate slut.


We finish dinner. I feel hot, in high spirits, my pussy is drenched. What makes me this hot? Is it the taboo-like situation? Or is it Karl's overwhelming masculinity, the way he takes control? Does it turn me on to see my husband being put in his place?

Karl excuses himself, he goes to his room to do some work. He will be back in 1/2 hour to watch his favourite TV show. Tim hasn't uttered a word the past 15 minutes. He is very restless. I do some chores. None of us say anything.

He works up courage, "Why did you flirt with the old coot?"

"Why not, Tim? It's harmless. I am a flirt, you know that. What's the problem? He's 70, I'm 25, he's my grandfather-in-law! Can anything be less frightening? The old boy has recently been widowed twice, we should be generous enough to let him have some fun. Besides I think he is cute. And sexy!"

I look at Tim to watch his reaction to my last words.

He works himself up, "He's an old pig!" he scoffs, "he's a bragging old limpdick! It's plain ridiculous, the man is 70, everybody knows that seventy year olds aren't even able to get it up!"

He keeps walking back and forth on our living room floor, then leaves the room. Soon he returns, in the meantime his mood has changed.

"He likes you", Tim states, "You should show him what old limpdicks like him are missing out on. Tease him good! Tease him with something he would like to have but never will. And wouldn't be able to enjoy it even if he got it!"

"Let's do it like this", he suggests,"we tell grandpa I have to retreat because I have some computer work to do. So, the two of you relax on the couch, watch TV, talk, while you try to tease him a little. I will watch you through the door crack and come and stop him if he seriously tries to hit on you."

I try to picture Tim's grandpa and me on the couch. I know he will hit on me instantly. Tim knows that too. Why is he suggesting this?

"Are you serious about this, Tim?"

"Absolutely! It would add some spice to our everyday life. A kick!"

Some spice in our life... Yes, we could need that. And I'm not hostile to a little kinkiness. Basically I'm a thrill-seeker. So, I sigh,

"You're such a child, Tim. But OK, if this arrangement pleases you, I'm in."

Tim seems to be in a good mood all of a sudden. He tap dances a little around the room, points mockingly to the guest room and excitedly sings the refrain of his dad's favourite Rolling Stones' song "You can't always get what you want! You can't..."

With that he exits the room with an arrogant strut and a forced laughter. Like a man who is digging his own grave and loving it.

Why on earth does he initiate this?


My grandfather-in-law comes and sits down next to me in the couch. The TV is on, I have opened a third bottle of wine. I am facing him, huddled up with my feet over edge of the sofa. The bulge in his crotch is already very visible. My pussy is still wet. I look towards the door. The door cracks in our old, quite elegant, apartment are very wide, I know Tim can see the entire couch. The way Karl sits, he is not able to see the door.

The old man immediately starts flirting. So cheeky and unabashed, so sexually vigorous he is! He tells me how much he likes me. A big paw is on my tanned muscular thigh. He goes on about how lovely my legs are, he caresses them, right down to my toes. He pinches my digits tenderly, one by one. A delicious tingling sensation, a small shiver runs through my body. I place my hand over his, my fingers play with his large hairy fingers.

"Your feet are perfect, sweetie."

"Thank you, Karl. Yours are very nice too!"

My breasts are quite large, firm and well-shaped. My nipples are always a bit stiff. When I'm horny, they get really long. We can both see they are growing now. My grandfather-in-law places a hand in his groin to adjust his hard-on. His cock is obviously growing too!

Oh my God, now I can tell his thing is even bigger than I initially thought. I can clearly see his pant fabric expand further, in length and width. To excite the old man further I lean my head against his shoulder and place my hand on his hairy thigh. I pinch him and caress him. I feel the heat that radiates from his muscular leg. I am now able to take a peek at his crotch.

"... everybody knows that 70 year olds aren't even able to get it up"...

Sure. Tim's grandfather's member has become even stiffer, even longer. My grandfather-in-law's naughty hand has slipped under my tank top, he is caressing my tits. His experienced fingers expertly manipulate my stiffening nipples.

Now what, Tim? Time to appear? I look towards the door. Tim is now very visible in the doorway. He does not look like a man who is about to intervene, more like a man who is hugely excited.

OK, my dear husband, the initiative is now solely yours.

My gaze goes to Karl's crotch again. His male organ has become very large and very rigid. It pokes against his trouser leg. It seems to be tired of being locked up and wants to be liberated. I need to feel and see the big thing that is covered by Karl's shorts. Seemingly accidentally, I put my hand in his lap, now I'm able to feel his throbbing member. I lightly stroke his erection. My grandfather-in-law lets out a little grunt, immediately he becomes even harder! He is way over 20 cm, more than half again as big as Tim and so much fatter!

And I have a strong feeling there is still growth potential here...

Without thinking, I give my husband's grandfather a kiss. He returns my kiss hungrily. I know I am losing control now. My hand is stroking his neck, my fingers run through the full gray hairs on his head. Suddenly my right hand is under Karl's T-shirt. I shudder as I stroke and knead his hairy, big, hard pectorals. He is so buff! I love it!

He takes off my top. His huge hands alternately caress my nipples and my belly. Our tongues play intensely with each other, our smooching sounds must be heard throughout our apartment! My God, what have we started? I knew it, Karl's not a guy to mess with! I venture to put my hand in his shorts and feel his hard thing. It's inconceivably thick and long. But I'm still passionately making out with the old man, so I'm not able to see his magnificent piece. My fingers can't reach around it, and I'm getting wetter and wetter.

Oohh, this is so wrong, I should stop now. I stop kissing him, I lean my head on his shoulder and breathe heavily. Meanwhile, he must have opened the fly of his shorts, he has no underwear. Without external assistance, Tim's grandfathers potent giant cock, has ripped through his fly. His foreskin still covers parts of his beautiful bulbous masculine penis head. It is the most powerful, amazing sight I have ever seen! The beast stands upright, gray pubic also sticks out of the opening. A large drop of precum comes out of his pee hole and runs down the stem of his dick.

I had no idea that such male beauty existed. So veiny! His large veins are bulging everywhere!

"It's just amazing," I whisper. "So rock hard! It's the most awesome thing I've ever seen. How is that possible? You're 70?"

"Cutie, this condition of mine has a Latin name. I have a diagnosis, you see. It doesn't exactly bother me. It hasn't bothered my female friends either."

I look to the door again. Tim is out on the living room floor now. His pants are around his knees, he is pulling his cock. He seems to be glued to the floor and he's harder than he has been since March.

His grandfather remains by no means idle. He now has his hand in my vagina, and one... two... three experienced fingers inside my wet pussy. His mouth finds mine again. I play with his tongue with huge enthusiasm.

I have surrendered without resistance. This man can do whatever he wants to me now. What a predator! Suddenly I let out a loud gasp and I bite Karl's shoulder. I shudder like a leaf in storm. I have just been fingered a little by this man - my husband's grandfather - and I'm coming like a train!

He hisses in my ear,

"My lovely, I haven't had a woman in five weeks. I can fuck you six hours straight if you like!"

I believe him. And yes please, I would like that.

I see no reason to doubt that my husband's grandfather is a physiologically remarkable specimen.

"You'd like that? A full night of licking...sucking... fucking...?"

I stutter,

"Yes Karl, I'd like that!"

With his left hand he pushes me down on the couch. He wants me on my back, he wants to take my shorts off. Doing that, he turns, his gaze goes to the door. I realize he has spotted Tim.

He doesn't look surprised at all. He just gives his grandson a smug, superior look.

Unperturbed, but even more determined, my grandfather-in-law undresses me. Then he wriggles himself free of his shorts. His horse cock is so rampant he struggles to get it off. He stares at me intently while he fumbles. He swears.

I have to laugh out loud. Never has a man been more eager to take me. A real man wants me real bad now. And it just feels real good!

He sits beside me on the couch and lets me gaze at his gargantuan liberated grandpacock. It must be closer to 30 than 25 cm and it's incredibly thick. His hairy balls are the size of

goose eggs. His mammoth cock sways lightly up from a huge mass of dense, gray pubic hair. The manly smell of his genitals sticks in my nose.

I whisper to him,

"I don't believe you. The last thing I expected today was to meet a rutting lion. It's perfect, you know that? You have no idea how horny this gorgeous monster makes me."

Trembling, I massage his mighty woody to make it even thicker, even harder, even longer. He teases me more by showing me an amazing trick. He's able to make his balls twitch! He makes his huge balls jump up and down in hs enormous sack!

I resist the urge to take him in my mouth. I will save that for later.

He pulls me into his lap. I pull my grandfather-in-law's T-shirt off, I want us both to be completely naked. The skin on his strong neck is a little wrinkly. I caress it tenderly. Below a protruding collar bone, his chest is enormous, the pectorals are hard and pronounced, covered in a heavy matting of white hair. His skin is a little loose. His body intoxicates me! The arms that hold my waist are thick, heavy and muscular. His abdominal muscles are very distinct too.

And everything is covered under a mass of grey hairs. God, he is so manly! I feel a coward, not having acknowledged it before: I love powerful men. I love hairy men. I love muscled men.

I love old badboys.

I kiss and lick his features, the creased chest and neck and his steely dark nipples, I knead his huge pectoral muscles, I lift his arms to lick his armpits, I slaver at his ears.

I am totally oblivious to my husband, who is standing maybe two meters away.


No more foreplay is needed. I am weak-willed and horny, like never before. I position myself so that his pulsating mammoth cock is below me. I kiss him like a drowning woman gasping for air. He brings his cock to my pussy. Thankfully, my vagina has never been tight. I'm grateful for that now. He guides his cock back and forth along my vagina to make me wet enough and wide enough to take him.

He looks deep into my eyes.

"I really like you, Cecilie, you know that? I really need to own this pussy!"

"Yes Karl, I know."

Slowly he pushes into me. God, his cock is so fat, so fat, I breathe heavily while I put all my weight down on him. He needs time to open my vagina, his invasion is quite painful. Slowly, slowly he enters me, and... slowly, slowly the pain disappears.

"Ahhh girl you are able to take me! Oooh the heat! This is one hot pussy!"

I have hardly started bumping on his cock but it's already covered in my white secretions.

"Now, my little filly", the old man says. "Finally you get to know what a real man feels like."

I whisper into his ear, so Tim shall not hear,

"God Karl, what are you doing to me? You are making me yours, aren't you? You horse-cocked badboy!"

He forces his enormous boner deeper and deeper. I feel his mammoth cock touching my uterus. His cock pulsates like a living animal, my pussy walls are stretched like never before, the stimulus is so intense! My torso is much longer than his, his mouth now has full access to my nipples. He kisses and bites them greedily. Then our mouths are drawn to each other again. His throbbing cock fucks my pussy, his long tongue is fucking my mouth.

"Not even my gorgeous Helena could make me this horny!"

In the corner of my eye I see Tim standing on the floor. His cock still hanging out, quite limp now. He has ejaculated already. His stare is one of disbelief, his brain is struggling to understand what is happening. The big old man has taken his girlfriend. Is he losing her to his nearly fifty years older grandpa? It couldn't be!

Yet, could it?

Karl signals that he wants me to do the job. I'm so horny, my whole body trembles. I bump faster and faster on his cock. God, his cockhead is so deep!

"Timmie!", Karl's deep, now raspy voice makes me think of a rutting lion.

"Yes!" Tim jumps.

"Come! Make yourself a little useful. Assist me in breeding your woman!"

So aggressive! Karl's just a raving hyperactive wad of horniness now.

Timmie immidiately obeys his grandpa, his prick has become hard again. I can't believe it. And he is bigger than I have seen him in a very long time.

"You little parasite, don't just stand there", Karl barks at Tim. "Take my cock, my balls, give me a good massage. NOW!!"

Very soon my ass meets Timmie's fingers as I slide down towards the root of my grandfather-in-law's monumental cock. I know a terrified Tim is behind me, furioulsy jerking off his grandpa's behemoth slimy penis, no doubt at the same time giving the old man's gorgeous balls a message.

"Oh Karl ... Karl ... KARL!! You wonderful brute, don't ever stop fucking me!"

"You're ovulating, sweetie?"

I nod.

"You're ready for my babymaking seed?"

I hear my own voice, from somewhere outside my head,

"Yesss! Seed me grandpa! Seed me!"

I know it's daredevilish, I know I'm fertile. I know this virile bull of a man will make me pregnant. I know his balls are burstingly full. I know my grandfather-in-law's urethra will transport millions of his sperm cells. I know one of them will find my eggs.

All of a sudden I explode. Again and again, it won't stop. Time and again, orgasmic spasms flow through my body. It's like an out of body experience, I don't recognize myself! I hear myself scream encouragements to my lover.

I hear a voice, Tim must have been snapped out of his trance-like state.

«Cecilie, please, I beg you, don't let him come inside you. Please! Cecilie!"

But his fingers are still holding his grandfather's monster. And his voice is meek and unsteady. His request sounds half-hearted.

I'm not able to answer him, a giant orgasm is rushing through my body.

An insanely loud mating howl comes across Karl's lips. His cock spasms violently and he starts to pump his sperm deep inside me, over and over again, enormous quantities of his seed shoot into my pussy.

I am screaming like a hyena in heat, I cannot help it.

Eventually my orgasm subsides, slowly, slowly. Timmie is still jerking Karl off. I can tell my husband has come again, I feel a few drops on my back. I have to smile a little, having just felt the vast amounts his grandfather sprayed into me. The old man's love rod still pulsates delightfully but is losing intensity now. His sperm flow has stopped, but I'm more satisfied than I have ever been. My horniness is decreasing, so is Karl's powerful erection.

I remain sitting on his lap, we nuzzle and caress each other. Eventually I lift myself up from his lap and snuggle up next to my husband's grandfather on the sofa.


Karl is reclined with his eyes closed and a satisfied smile on his mouth. He has an arm around my shoulder. I lean towards him. My left hand rests on his thigh.

None of us speak.

I inspect the semen that still flows out of me and down on the couch. How can one man deposit so much?

I have fucked my horse-cocked grandfather-in-law in front of my husband. Our coupling maybe didn't last more than 10 minutes. But Karl's penetrating monster had given me the most incredible vaginal orgasm. It's by far the most fullfilling experience of my entire life.

And Timmie has assisted his ultra-virile grandpa in inseminating me...

I regard the man who has been the man in my life for four years.

He is still standing with his pants around his ankles, his small penis now shrunken. He is still very excited, he even shivers. He stares in disbelief at the amount of semen his grandfather has produced. It's on the old man's cock and balls, on his thighs, it's on the sofa and the floor, and it's still running out of me.

Do I know my husband? Do I know the person he really is? A submissive? A wannabe cuckold? Is he bi? Gay?

I don't know.

What I have done is without any doubt terrible.

But I don't feel any shame. I don't feel regret.

Tim has had the blast of a lifetime. He really wanted this to happen. He loved to watch me with his grandpa. He got his rocks off twice in twenty minutes.

Now, that's incredible. I can't remember that ever happening. Tim hasn't even had a hard-on for three months!

I'm still in a daze. I absentmindedly put a finger in the puddle between my thighs and taste my lover. His taste is very different from Tim's. It's very good.

Karl gets up, gives me a loud smacker. "Thank you Cecilie. You are incredible."

His magnificent dangling prick hangs more than halfway to his knees as he goes to pick up his cigarette package. His huge scrotum is heavily stretched, his enormous balls are bouncing around too.

The size difference between the two men is even more striking when their penises are limp. A vision crosses my mind, what if these men's packages were weighed? I suspect the old mans equipment would weigh maybe four times more...

Karl throws a glance at my emasculated Tim.

"Glad to know you enjoyed our show, Timmie. Very nice of you to take part. I simply love this remarkable young woman. She reminds me so much of both my wives."

"I wanted her bad and I knew I would get her", he continues. "I knew she was in need of a real man. She is a fantastic woman, and her pussy fits me like a glove. Most women need to lube me. Not her."

My grandfather-in-law walks naked out on the balcony to have a smoke. I make a move. I haven't had a smoke for years. I want to have a cig with him on the balcony. I don't want to be alone with Tim.


But my husband drops down on the couch. His eyes are still shining.

"Wow, Cecilie, that was so wild! Yeah!, it was real real painful to see you with him! Torture!!

But... also... so damn damn hot, I have never been so horny! Who would have believed he would be so... so... so..."

I smile.

"No one. Absolutely no one would have imagined he would be that incredible!"

"And that feeling when he shot his load deep inside you. The way his monster trembled. Crazy!"

I still smile.

"Yes, Tim. It was truly crazy. I've never experienced anything like it. I never thought I would explode like that."

He is silent for a few seconds. Then he takes me by surprise.

"Will you have his baby?"

"I... I desperately want one, Tim. You know that. And we have agreed that donor sperm is a good option. It seems like conceiving from him is a good idea. He's got excellent genes. He won't need much time to make me pregnant. And he is family. I think he's a very good choice."

"Are you leaving me? For him?"

His directness surprises me.

"I...noo... I have no such plans, Tim. I'm a turmoil of emotions right now. And he'll be leaving in a week."

I look at him.

"But... will you still want ME, Tim?"

"I will always want you."

"Even if he puts a baby in my belly?"

"Yes, even if he makes us a baby. I would like to raise it as my own"

I give my loyal husband a peck on the mouth.

I'm glad he has accepted his role in our brand-new threesome. And I'm glad his contempt for his grandfather has changed to awe.

In the course of five hours this incredible old man has brought my husband into complete subjection.


What has just taken place is crazy, isn't it? A violation of the natural order of things!

But then...what is "natural"? I have always been fascinated by mating rituals in the animal kingdom.

I try to visualize a nomadic old alpha lion in rut. This powerful predator pushes his young rival aside with complete naturalness. The young lioness is in estrus and gladly lets the old alpha serve her.

In the human realm, I've never heard of such old alpha males. Until now. Karl is a man a female naturally submits to, and the submissive male naturally shies away from. The alpha has now detected a weak link in his inheritance chain and he is determined to restore the damage.

I watch Karl as he returns from the balcony. I smile at him.

He lifts me straight off the couch.

"You know what I'm going to do to you very soon, sweetie."

"What, Karl?"

"Eat you up. And you know what you are going to do to me very soon?"

"Yes, Karl."

"What's that?"

"Eat you up."

He lets Tim examine us for a few seconds. I am cradled in Karl's strong arms, my arms are around his neck. He lets my husband take in his grandfather's mastery of his wife.

"I will let you watch some other time, Timmie. But tonight it's Cecilie and me. What's happening in my room tonight is for adults only. I wish you a good night."

I say, "Sleep tight, Tim."

Karl lowers me a little to let me feel his fast growing monster cock against my buttock. Then this incredible new man in my life carries me to the shower. We leave the room and our mouths are glued together.

The walls in our old apartment are extremely thin.

I realize that neither of us will be sleeping tight this night.

Samstag, 18. Oktober 2014

Tease Granddad Why Don't Ya?

Written by LoveLiterotica71
The warm night air felt good to Chuck as he opened the sliding glass door that lead out to the in ground pool in the back yard. He'd not been able to sleep, so he thought it would be a perfect night for a swim. A good swim would tire him out and then he'd be able to sleep. Not to mention, if he turned the television on, it might wake his wife Nancy or their 20 year old granddaughter, Heather, who had just arrived a few days earlier to spend a couple weeks of the summer with them.

Slipping his towel off, from around his waist, he climbed down the stairs into the pool. The water felt terrific. For a man in his late fifties, Chuck was very fit and could pass for a man in his early 40s. He prided himself on how well he cared for his body. He swam daily, just not usually at night. He was an avid runner. Whenever possible, he went out and played basketball at the local courts with some of the younger fellows. They were all pretty amazed at how well he kept up with them and often surpassed their skills.

Bracing his legs against the side of the pool, he kicked off and began swimming down the length of the pool. As he finished his second lap, his hands reached up and gripped the edge of the pool and he raised his head up. Wiping the water from his face, he was surprised to see his granddaughter Heather walking along the side of the pool in the skimpiest string bikini he had ever seen.

"Hi Granddad" Heather smiled and said as she saw Chuck looking at her. She knew just by the look on Chuck's face that her minimal swimwear had caught his attention. She wasn't surprised really. She enjoyed the attention she garnered from men.

Unlike many of her friends, Heather wasn't skinny by any means. At 5'8, she was voluptuously proportioned. The skimpy bikini top she wore was just a small triangular piece of fabric that covered her nipples leaving the rest of her ample 36 DD breasts exposed. Her hips were wide and her ass shapely and full. Her bikini bottom tied at the hips and just barely covered her curvaceous ass. She had long honey blonde hair and striking green eyes.

Chuck was momentarily stunned as he looked at Heather. Her body was silhouetted by the light from the pool. He'd never seen Heather in any form of swimwear before and it stunned him to see how shapely she was filled out. Although she was his granddaughter she was damn right sexy. "Hello sweetheart" Chuck replied when Heather said hello. "I hope my late night swim didn't wake you."

"Oh no granddad, I had been thinking about a swim all day. It was just too hot out earlier." Heather sat down on the side of the pool, by where Chuck was standing, and eased her self into the water. From the lit pool Heather could see Chuck's muscular frame and the fact that he was in a Speedo. "Don't let me get in your way though granddad. You go ahead and swim."

Acutely aware of what seeing Heather in her bikini had awoken within his swim trunks, he thought it wise to follow her advice. As he took off on another lap his mind was reeling. Heather was a pretty girl and damn her body was hot. But hell, Chuck, what kind of sick pervert gets a hard on looking at his granddaughter, Chuck thought to himself. The more he thought on this, the faster it drove his laps through the pool. He finally stopped for breath when he got back to the edge of the pool.

Heather, who had swam a lap or two her self came up behind Chuck and hugged him from behind. "Boo!" she said as she gripped Chuck around his waist, her hands rubbing across his muscular abs.

Chuck's body tensed in her embrace. "You didn't scare me Heather. I heard you when you were swimming Chuck said with his voice trembling a little. He didn't like the idea of feeling Heather's breasts pressing warm against his back, and her hips against his butt. "But you do need to let me go kiddo." he said.

"Aww Gramps, you're no fun," Heather whispered very closely in his ear. She could feel his body tense up even more with her breath so close to his ear. She knew what she was doing and she liked the idea of being a tease to her grandfather. She found it hot that she was making him uncomfortable. So instead of letting him go, she pushed it a little further and let her hands slide from his abdomen down to his Speedo's and she got a firm grip on his erect cock. "Ooh Granddad, what's this?" she teased.

Chuck's brain was going crazy. What the hell was Heather doing? Why was he having a physical reaction to his 19 year old granddaughter? "Heather!" Chuck said sternly, "This isn't funny, nor is it appropriate. You need to let me go." When Heather eased up and let go of Chuck, he immediately turned to her looking very stunned. "What's gotten into you?" Chuck said.

Heather knew she had taken this too far. "I'm sorry Granddad. I honestly don't know what came over me." Heather apologetically said. With that she walked over to the stairs and climbed out of the pool and walked back into the house.

Chuck remained standing in the pool and watched Heather as she got out of the pool. Even though he was quite stunned at her behavior, he still couldn't help but to admire just how sexy she indeed was in that skimpy little bikini, her ass cheeks sashaying back and forth as she walked. For a moment he let his mind guiltily wonder what she looked like completely out of it. She had the body of a centerfold. Damn you Chuck, he thought. Quit thinking like a dirty old man. For crying out loud, she's your granddaughter. With that thought, Chuck got out of the pool, grabbed his towel, and walked back inside the house.

The next morning when Heather woke up she felt bad for how she'd behaved the previous night. She loved her grandfather and she didn't like the idea of having caused a rift between them. She would try to make it up to him.

When she came downstairs, for breakfast, Chuck was already sitting at the table and her grandmother, Nancy, was pouring herself a cup of coffee. "Good morning sunshine." Nancy cheerily said to Heather.

"Good morning Grams," Heather said as she walked over and kissed her grandmother on the cheek. Trying not to show anything, she walked over to Chuck, leaned in and kissed his cheek, "Good morning Granddad."

Chuck, who hadn't slept well at all the night before, put on a fake smile and said "Good morning sweetheart."

Heather sat down at the table and Nancy joined them. The three of them sat and ate breakfast and chatted about the day ahead. Chuck would be working out in his garage on the old car he was restoring. Nancy said she had a full morning of volunteer work out at the local VA hospital and then she'd be having lunch with some old friends. Heather would just be hanging around the house.

Before Nancy left, she told Heather that she'd made lunch for she and her Granddad. It was in the fridge and just needed to be heated in the oven at 400 degrees for 30 minutes. Heather smiled and kissed her grandmother as she walked out the door. She watched out the window as her grandfather leaned into the car and said something to her grandmother, than kissed her before she drove off. She saw Chuck make his way back into the garage.

Upstairs getting dressed, Heather figured that Chuck would probably be avoiding her for most of the day, or at least until Nancy returned.

Today she decided on an ivory sundress that hung just above her knees. With a bodice cut it accentuated her breasts in a very feminine way. Sliding on a pair of beige open toed sandals, Heather went back downstairs. She didn't want to avoid Chuck all day, so she decided to just face him and walk into the garage.

Chuck heard the door leading from the rec room to the garage open. He saw Heather as she came through it. Of course, she looked beautiful as always. But today was different and he knew why. When he looked at her now, his eyes immediately rested upon how the dress rested on her breasts. He could feel himself developing an erection just looking at her and his mind went to wandering again.

As she walked up to him, ruefully she said, "Are you still mad at me Granddad?"

Looking at her, Chuck put on a forced smile, and said, "Of course not. Come here girl." He took Heather into a warm embrace. "I love you girl. More than you know." Just feeling her Granddad holding her and telling her he loved her made Heather feel better.

Before Heather knew it, Chuck picked her up in one smooth motion and propped her down onto the hood of the car he'd just been polishing. He stood there staring at her. His mind was thinking about all the thoughts he'd had of her the night before that wouldn't let him sleep restfully. "Do you know just how beautiful I think you are Heather?"

Surprised by the way Chuck was looking at her at that moment, Heather said, "I think I have some idea Granddad. I'm your granddaughter and you're supposed to say that" she said lightly.

Looking back at her with seriousness in his eyes, he said, "No, sweetheart, I don't think you have any idea. But I'm going to show you."

Heather watched as Chucks hands slid the spaghetti straps of her sundress off of her shoulders and down over her breasts. She hadn't been wearing a bra, as the sundress had a shelf bra, so her breasts were now completely bare for Chuck to look at. Heather didn't know what to say or what to do, when Chuck scooted her closer to him and brought his mouth down to her breasts. His mouth wrapped around her pert pink nipple, savoring and sucking it gently. With one of his hands he reached out and grabbed her other breast and began to work it as well as her nipple between his fingers.

His mouth on her breast sent tingles through Heather's body. She couldn't believe what was happening although she was enjoying it. Chuck alternated breasts between his hands and his mouth.

Not a word was said as Chuck picked Heather up, in his arms and carried her into the house. He knew Nancy wouldn't be home for awhile and he planned on making very good use of the time. He carried Heather up to her room and set her down on her bed.

Heather sat there and watched as Chuck started to undress in front of her. As he undressed, Heather pulled her sundress up and over her head then tossed it on the floor. Rising up on her knees she slid her thong panties down and tossed them onto the floor beside Chuck's pile of clothes. Standing before her, naked, stood her grandfather. What a man to behold. She'd always thought him handsome and he had a gorgeous physique, especially for a man his age. What caught her attention now was his very thick, and at least 8 inches in length cock.

Chuck just stood there, naked, watching Heather's reaction to his body. He noticed she couldn't take her eyes off of his cock. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. Her boobs were as big and full as cantaloupes. As she was still upon her knees, on the bed, he had a perfect view of her beautifully bald pussy. His mind began to devise every way he planned to violate his sexy young granddaughter.

He walked over to the side of the bed in front of her. Heather inched herself over to the edge of the bed and sat on it. Her face inches away from his cock at which she was eye level with.

In that moment, Heather threw caution to the wind, figuring what the hell. She knew what she and Chuck were about to do and who cares if he's her granddad. She's going to make the most of it. Hell, granddad probably hasn't had a good fuck in a while anyway. Gripping his cock in her hands, Chuck groaned as he felt her mouth wrap around his shaft. She began working her tongue all over his cock, feeling the thick veins and his bulging head. As she worked his cock in and out of her mouth Chuck couldn't help but to reach his hands behind her head and guide it as she took his cock as far as she could into her mouth.

"That's it, that's my girl." Chuck told Heather as she feverishly worked his cock. "Mmmm, yeah, take it all." Chuck demanded as he held her head and fucked her mouth.

Heather worked his cock like a pro, sucking and licking, swirling it around in her mouth. Chuck was high in the clouds with pleasure. He'd never imagined this with Heather, but he had no plans of stopping now.

Pulling his cock from her mouth, he pushed Heather onto her back on the bed. He slid her ass close to the edge of the bed. He dropped to his knees before her and spread her legs wide apart. There before him was a luscious piece of pussy. He took his tongue and ran it from the opening of her pussy to the top of her clit. Her taste was sweet and musky and very intoxicating.

Heather's hips arched the moment his tongue made contact. His tongue was warm and searching as it delved deep into her pussy, tasting her sweet juices. He tongue explored every part of her pussy. He wrapped his mouth around her clit and sucked hard. Heather's body locked up in frozen ecstasy as his sucking on her clit sent shock wave after shock wave through her body. "Oh Fuck Yes Chuck!" Amanda screamed, using her granddad's first name. This turned him on even more. With only a few more flicks of his tongue, Chuck had Heather cumming in his mouth. He held her hips firm as her body writhed from the intensity of her orgasm.

Chuck got up from off his knees and climbed on to the bed. Leaning back against a stack of pillows he opened his legs for Heather to see his erect cock waiting for her mouth again.

Pulling herself up on wobbly legs, from her orgasm, Heather crawled in between Chuck's legs and took all 8 inches of him into her mouth. His cock hit the back of her throat making her momentarily gag. Taking a deep breath, she relaxed her throat and slid all of him in again without gagging. Chuck almost lost his load right there as he watched his cock disappear into her mouth. Bent over his cock as she was, he could see her ass in all its luscious glory. Oh to be able to fuck her ass Chuck thought to himself.

Heather's mouth slid up and down Chuck's cock, tasting all his pre-cum. She lifted her head enough to look in Chuck's eyes as she licked it from the head of his cock. Just the intensity from the moment caused Chuck to make her stop. He didn't want to cum like this. He had other plans of how he wanted to do that.

Flipping Heather easily over onto her back and pressing her legs back towards her shoulder elevated her pussy and her ass up high and accessible. Her pussy was glistening as Chuck rubbed the head of his cock all around its precious entrance. Then with one quick and hard push he inserted himself deep into her pussy. Using his hands to keep her legs pushed all the way back, he worked his hips pounding furiously into Heather. With each thrust Heather moaned. She never expected Chuck to have this much sexual energy or prowess.

Getting into a good steady rhythm Chuck said to Heather, "You asked me last night, what is this? Am I answering your question?" Heather could only breathlessly nod her head rapidly in the affirmative. Chuck smiled wickedly at this.

He moved his cock in and out rapidly and then slowly. When rapid he pounded her all the way to the back of her pussy. When slowly he sent shiver bumps up and down her entire body, and his as well. Once he felt he'd sufficiently fucked her pussy, he withdrew from her.

Looking at him Heather wondered why he withdrew before he had cum yet. He didn't leave her waiting for an answer. She felt him rub the tip of his cock against her wet pussy and then with her pussy and ass still high in the air and his arms holding her legs, he lined his cock up right at the entrance to her ass. Heather moaned as she felt the tip of his engorged cock begin to enter her tight asshole. He didn't force it in. He didn't want to hurt her. So very slowly he worked all 8 inches in little by little until he was all the way in. He sat there, on his knees, while Heather adjusted to the feeling of having him deep in her ass.

Slowly he began to work his cock in and out. As he felt Heather relaxing he picked up the pace. Her ass felt so tight. It felt so good wrapped around his dick. He started to pound her ass just as he had pounded her pussy earlier. Mercilessly he rammed his cock back and forth in to her tight hole. All while hearing Heather emitting very erotic moans. Pounding her ass with fervency Chuck could feel his orgasm building and the way he started moaning told Heather he was about to cum.

"Ah, ah, ah, ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Chuck cried out as his seed exploded in Heather's ass. His orgasm coursed like fire through his body and froze him momentarily.

Still on his knees, his cock still in her ass, Chuck knelt, catching his breath and just looked at Heather. His heart was racing and he couldn't believe how much he had just enjoyed fucking the hell out of her. Nothing against his beautiful bride of 30+ years, but hot damn, he could definitely get used to fucking this sexy little thing for the summer.

Samstag, 11. Oktober 2014

You Should Learn to Relax

Written by Kevyn Skye

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 client, 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 client 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 child, 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?"


"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.

Donnerstag, 2. Oktober 2014

Relative Changes

Written by J

Synchronicity I think it’s called. When a bunch of unrelated coincidences are timed in such a way as to make one large event significant. The first small coincidence for me happened in lit class. We were studying the story of Jekyll and Hyde and how the chemicals consumed by the quiet, decent man changed him into a monster. This rang bells with a piece of work I was doing for my theology paper about redemption. My particular angle was showing that it is easier to make a good man do bad things than it is for a sinner to repent his ways. I believed that to be true. The next link in the chain happened when I was sitting in a café later that same week. I overheard a conversation between two women about their sex lives. One of them remarked that since her husband had been taking viagra pills he was like a sex-starved, sadistic beast who couldn’t be sated. She told her friend that prior to the medication he had been disinterested in the physical side of their relationship. But these days, saying no to him wasn’t an option. It just seemed that everywhere I went there were tales that seemed to support my argument. I thought it would be a nice trick if I could somehow prove the theory in some small, personal way.

Fate played its next card the following day on the campus. I was walking between lessons when I overheard a guy telling his buddy how those little blue love-pills had kept him going all night long with his girlfriend, and that three of the little devils were well worth the ten dollars that he had paid to the local dealer. Then, almost immediately, I received a text message from Mom telling me that Grandfather had just called her to say how much he was looking forward to seeing me next week. I go up to his place in the back-of-beyond about three times a year, for a week at a stretch, in order to get some peace and quiet during revision times. It was at that very moment that the idea came to me like a thunderbolt out of the blue. As crazy as it sounds now, at the time I thought it would be perfect. If I could secretly administer some viagra pills to Grandfather and, as a result, cause him to make a simple, yet obvious, pass at me, that would surely prove my argument. Grandfather is the most gentle man on earth who, I am certain, has never had a bad thought in his head. But with the two of us alone in his quiet retreat, I might just be able to get him to do something that he would never normally dream of doing in a million years.

The following day I drew 50 dollars out of my checking account and went to see the local dope dealer. He’s pretty well known on campus, but he’s tolerated mainly because most of the teaching staff also use his products. When I gave him the money and asked for fifteen viagra pills, he laughed loudly.

‘Hey, baby. What d’you need those for? You kin git any many man in the world hot enough just by smilin’ with those pretty lips, flashin’ those big baby blues or tossing that blonde hair at him.’

I thanked him for the compliment and blushed a little. I told him that they were for a party I was going to across country that might get pretty wild. As he handed the blue pills to me in a brown bag, he remarked how that sounded like something he’d like to go to himself. I thanked him for his interest but told him it was a closed affair between a bunch of old friends. He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly as we parted. As I drove home, it was with a mixture of excitement and fear. I couldn’t believe that my plan was actually being put into action.

I was still full of nervous energy when I set off for Grandfather’s early on Saturday morning. Since Grandmother had passed away two years’ ago, I was pretty much the only regular family contact he had. He didn’t like coming to the city, and others felt his place was too quiet; his nearest neighbour is two miles away. It was a long journey in my little black VW Golf. Even with my foot down on the pedal, it still took me until lunchtime to reach his place. He lived in a big, old, ramshackled house with about ten acres of land and its own stream. It was the perfect place to relax and revise for the forthcoming school examinations. Well, at least it would have been had I not been planning my little social experiment.

As I pulled the car up to his front door, Grandfather came running out of the house with a big smile on his face. His energy belied his age, he was almost seventy, and he was as big and strong as I had always remembered him. He put his long arms around me and gave me a bear hug.

‘Suzy, Suzy, I can’t tell you how good it is to see you again. How’s my favourite Granddaughter?’

I gave him a big kiss on his cheek and told him I was feeling great now that I was here.

Grandfather took my case from the car and ushered me into the big comfortable living room. I left my things in the hall and offered to make some lunch for us both. He said he’d take care of that as I’d had such a long drive. But I wanted to get him started on the viagra immediately and insisted that he let me prepare things. I made a light salad and a pot of coffee. When I was sure that Grandfather was otherwise engaged, I crushed one of the blue pills and placed it in the bottom of his cup along with a spoonful of sugar. As we ate and talked about family news, I watched every time he took a sip of his drink, certain that at any moment he would say it tasted funny. But when he drained the cup without any comment, my elation was hard to keep under control. This was actually working. From now on, for the duration of my five-day stay, Grandfather was going to be getting a crushed tablet for breakfast, lunch and dinner.

After we had eaten, I went upstairs and unpacked my things in the guest bedroom. It was fantastic to look out of the window onto such a wide expanse of quiet, open countryside. I had a little nap and went back down to join Grandfather late in the afternoon, just as it was beginning to get dark. Within half an hour, he had closed all the curtains and locked us both up safely for the night. We had a simple dinner together, and when I made coffee I put another crushed love-pill into Grandfather’s cup.

By the time Sunday lunch was over, I had given him four viagra in all. I began to wonder what signs I would see that could indicate the effect they were having upon him, and when would they first manifest themselves? Of course, I could never tell anyone about my experiment, nor base any schoolwork upon it. But it would satisfy me, personally, to know that I had achieved my objective.

Around two in the afternoon, Grandfather got up from his favourite easy chair and quietly said he was going upstairs for a few minutes. He looked bent and round-shouldered as he crossed the room, not his usual upright gait. I was starting to get concerned that maybe the tablets were affecting him in some way. I’d heard that they can raise the blood pressure a bit and, well, he is an old man. He looked better when he came back down about ten minutes later, but disappeared again a little after three. I was really worried now and made up my mind to stop slipping him the pills; I didn’t want to kill him to prove my point. Grandfather spent another ten minutes upstairs around four-fifteen. The same pattern applied; he looked worn and haggard going up, but his old self coming back down.

When, at five-thirty, he announced for the fourth time that he would just be away for a few minutes, I decided that I should go and make sure he was okay. I mean he could be throwing up all over the place but didn’t like to complain. I slowly tiptoed upstairs, not wanting to disturb Grandfather if he was being sick. The door of his bedroom was open about a foot. I heard a low groaning from inside and I feared the worst. I began to panic. What if I killed him and they did an autopsy and found out that he had so much viagra in him? I’d be arrested and locked away for murder. Feeling really, really scared, I popped my head around the door. I was about to speak but the reflection of movement in the mirror stopped me. Grandfather had his back to me and had not noticed I was there. That was just as well, because the motion I had seen was his right hand moving up and down the impressively long, thick shaft of his cock. So that’s why he had been coming up here for ten minutes every hour or so. The pills were making him so horny that he had had to masturbate four times in a single afternoon. Obviously, his hunched disposition as he had been rising from his chair had been an effort to hide his erection from his granddaughter. Apart from porn movies, I had never actually seen a man jerk-off, and I was mesmerised. I stepped back into the hallway far enough to be out of Grandfather’s line of vision, but still close enough to see him in the mirror. His right hand pumped away like a blur for over five minutes until, very suddenly, a stream of white liquid shot up about a foot in the air and landed on his chest. I stayed to watch him squeeze out every last drop of semen before sneaking back downstairs.

When Grandfather returned, smiling, I looked up and returned the affection. Now that I knew he wasn’t ill, I decided to press ahead with my plan. As we both sat in front of the TV, my mind began to wander. I had confirmed that the viagra was working, but would that be enough for Grandfather to make a pass at me? I mean, he could just spend the whole week going upstairs every hour to relieve himself. Should I be doing something to encourage him to come after me? I looked down at myself. Sweat pants and long-sleeved T-shirt; hardly erotic by anyone’s standards. Damn, why hadn’t I brought some of my nice, sexy dresses and skirts with me. There must be something in my suitcase I could wear that might get him interested. I mean, it’s not really cheating, making myself more attractive. It’s just helping things move along, that’s all. Anyway, I told Grandfather that I was going to take a shower and change and that I’d be down in about an hour to cook dinner.

As soon as I’d dried off, I looked into the wardrobe where I’d hung my clothes to see if I had anything that might catch Grandfather’s eye. I had an old pair of jeans that might come in handy and a tight white T-shirt. I found a pair of scissors in one of the drawers and set about hacking both items of clothing. The jeans were really tight on me and I cut them off as high up the leg as possible. When I put them on, I left the top button undone just for added sleaze effect. Then I put on the T-shirt and cut it just underneath my largish breasts in such a fashion that, as they jutted out, so did the thin, white material, meaning that if Grandfather was below me he would be able to see the underside of my melons. It was a pity that I only had sneakers to wear though. Then I had a thought. I wondered if any of Grandmother’s shoes were still around? I sneaked into Grandfather’s room and looked into the wardrobes. Sure enough, along with all of her other personal things, there were about a dozen pairs gathering dust. Grandmother had been a size smaller than I, but I could put up with that providing I got the result I wanted. Right at the very back was just what I had been looking for; a pair of really high white pumps. I ran back into my room, gave them a dust-off and went over to the long mirror to see what I looked like. Wow, I thought, what a trashy tramp. I am quite petite, but those four-inch high heels certainly made my legs look a lot longer and slimmer. I couldn’t wait to see what impact my outfit had on Grandfather.

I walked down the stairs deliberately slowly and hoped I’d attract his attention with the noise of my heels on the wooden staircase. Grandfather looked up expecting to see the same casually dressed girl that I normally am. When he saw what I had become, his stare was not that of a loving family member, but more that of a dirty old letch. I pretended not to notice how he was looking at me, and just mentioned that I was going to cook dinner. But I could feel the heat of his gaze on my tight little ass cheeks as I wriggled into the kitchen.

It wasn’t long before he came in to see how I was getting on, which was unusual in itself; normally I don’t see Grandfather at all while I’m cooking. After a few minutes of silence, I turned my head around from the food I was preparing to acknowledge his presence. He was slightly stooped again and had one hand conspicuously in his trouser pocket. I had turned quickly enough to realise that he had been staring at my body for the last couple of minutes, and that thought alone made me very excited indeed. Grandfather walked slowly over and stood right behind me. Even in these heels I could feel him towering over me. He asked how I was getting on, and I said fine. Then he leaned over my shoulder to see what I was doing. At that point I was just cutting up some vegetables for a stew. As his right hand came around to pick up a piece of raw carrot, I felt his left on my bare waist. I was so nervous and excited that the knife I was holding started to tremble in my hand and I had to press myself against the worktop to keep my balance. I don’t know if Grandfather noticed my reaction, but if he did, it may have given him some encouragement, because he then pressed himself against me and I swear I could feel his hard cock digging into the small of my back. But then, just as his gnarled old hand started to move slowly around to the front of my jeans and the open top-button, the phone rang. It was like an alarm call to him. He shook his head, as if what he had been doing was all a dream and went to answer it.

The rest of the evening was pure frustration. I had plenty of flesh on display and flaunted myself at him at every opportunity, even making sure that when I crossed my legs, my dangling high heel rubbed against his shins. I took hope in the fact that he hadn’t been upstairs to flog-the-log since before dinner and that he was, perhaps, saving it all up for me later on. But it was all in vain, for at eleven o’clock, Grandfather said he was a bit tired and went to bed.

I could hardly sleep that night because of the disappointment in my failure to entice my goodly Grandfather into wickedness. I could hardly claim that his brief fondling of my bare midriff counted as making a pass at his granddaughter, although it’s fair to say that it would have made me feel uncomfortable at any other time. No, if I wanted to prove my theory correct, then I would just have to increase my efforts the next day.

At about ten on the Monday morning, after I had administered the first of that day’s love-pills to Grandfather in the usual manner, I drove the ten miles or so to the nearest town. I thought that if I could get a sexy video for that evening, it might be the straw that brakes the camel’s back. With all that stimulation running through his veins, it was surely only a matter of time before he had to make a move on me.

The problem was that the town was so small that the one and only video store only stocked major movies and not the kind of soft porn films that I was hoping to get. Just as I was on the way out, trying to think of a new angle for my seduction, I spotted the cover of a video that might just do the trick. The film was ‘The Accused’, and in it the character played by Jodie Foster gets gang raped in the back of a tavern. I remembered that the scene was quite explicit and lasted a good ten to fifteen minutes. To make things even better, many people have commented that I bear a resemblance to Jodie Foster, which might help to trigger some subconscious thoughts in Grandfather’s head as he watched the film. I could just make out the actress’s outfit in one of the small promotional shots on the back cover, and set about trying to find something similar in the few fashion stores that were in the small shopping mall.

I had brought some ready meals back with me, as I wanted to get dinner over with and get down to watching the movie as quickly as possible. I had been really lucky in town and had managed to buy a tight fitting, light blue top with thin shoulder straps, and a really short denim mini skirt just like Jodie wore in the film. A pair of black high heels of Grandmother’s, some shiny lip-gloss and a change of hairstyle, and even I thought that I looked like that famous actress.

I received some more admiring looks from Grandfather when he saw me and, I thought, he was more brazen than he had been the night previous, not bothering to avert his gaze when I looked at him. I wanted to give myself the best possible chance that night, so I gave Grandfather a double helping of viagra in his coffee.

With just a small light on in the living room, Grandfather settled down in his easy chair while I sat opposite him on the couch, and he started the video. I made use of my very short skirt by giving him good views of my long thighs as I crossed my legs frequently. Then, just at the moment when she starts to dance in the bar, I let one strap of my top fall enticingly off my shoulder, just like Jodie. I was now very much aware that Grandfather was alternating his gaze between the TV and me, and I can’t tell you how excited and naughty I felt.

Just as Jodie gets lifted up onto the machine by the first rapist, who, as you can tell when you see the film, is out of control with lust, my own blood ran cold. Not because of the film’s content, which I am sad to say I found very erotic, but because of the words I heard coming from grandfather’s mouth:

‘Come and sit over here with me, Suzy.’ He said calmly.

‘Thanks Grandfather,’ I replied, ‘but I can see the TV just fine from here.’

My mouth was completely dry with the excitement I felt at hearing his words. Was he going to make a move for me at last?

Then, a few minutes later, as the retard redneck guy ploughed into little Jodie, Grandfather spoke again:

‘Suzy, I want you to come sit on my lap.’

If you’ve ever been in the position where somebody is lusting after you, particularly if that person shouldn’t be, you will be familiar with the equal sense of fear and excitement that I was feeling at that time. I wanted to be taken, yet at the same time I was afraid of the consequences.

As Jodie’s ordeal finished and she ran away from her violators, Grandfather stopped the tape. I asked him why he had done that. Grandfather said nothing. Then he began to rewind to the beginning of the rape scene. He pressed play at the point where Jodie starts to dance. Without any kind of a warning, Grandfather suddenly stood up. I asked him where he was going, but still he didn’t answer me. His face was impassive and stone like. The stoop he had adopted to hide his erections over the past few days was now gone. Grandfather stood tall, almost proud of the large obtrusion sticking out at the front of his pants.

Zombie-like, Grandfather walked over to the couch where I sat. His speed was deceptive. Even if I’d wanted to, I couldn’t have avoided his grasp. It was creepy the way he silently bent down, placed one arm behind my back, the other under my legs, and lifted me like I was a doll. He carried me slowly over to his easy chair, watching the film continually. As he sat down, I fell sideways into his lap. He used his right hand to move me around while his left was out of my sight under my legs. Soon I became aware that he was trying to position me on the stiff cock that was hiding in his pants. It took him a couple of minutes to manoeuvre me where he wanted, and I could feel the pressure of his hard male member rubbing against my panties. By then, Jodie was back with her first rapist. Grandfather began to caress my bare legs as he watched the violence on the screen. His lips were drawn cruelly across his face in a manner I had never seen before, as he moved his groin slowly up and down against my ever increasingly wet pussy.

‘What this girl doesn’t understand,’ he began suddenly, ‘is that men have uncontrollable urges. Looking like she does, short skirt, loose shoulder straps, high heels, she’s asking for it.’

Then Grandfather slowly looked me up and down.

‘I hope you understand about a man’s urges.’ He said, coldly.

Before I could make any kind of reply, he lifted me out of the chair and carried me over to a table in the corner of the living room. Some books that lay on the table were swept onto the floor by his hand as he placed me down onto its shiny wooden surface. The next thing I saw were his big hands clawing my top down and exposing my boobs. Then he bent his head and began to suck and bite on them. I remember seeing the trails of his saliva as he moved his lips between my hardening nipples. I think it was fair to state that this definitely qualified as making a pass at his granddaughter, thus proving the point I had wanted to make. I was naïve to think that I could have stopped him going on, though. Like he said, men have uncontrollable urges to satisfy. As he brought his mouth up to mine and passionately devoured my tongue, I felt his hands pushing my skirt up to my waist. His fat hands squeezed my butt cheeks as our mouth juices mingled. By now I was getting very aroused myself and had my hands behind Grandfather’s head and arching my back in an effort to show him that women have urges as well.

After a minute or so he pulled away from my grasp and stood upright. I looked down as his big fingers snapped the sides of my white cotton panties like they were made of paper. He casually tossed that now useless item of underwear onto the carpet. The intensity of my gaze increased as Grandfather began to hurriedly undo his own pants. He didn’t let his trousers down, he just undid the zipper and fumbled in his underpants for a minute until he could free the beast that lurked within. Up close and about to penetrate me, it was even more impressive than when I had witnessed it from a distance the other day. Grandfather was a very old man, but this was no old man’s dick. It was full of large blood filled veins throbbing along its length and slightly curved and lay above a large sac of balls. When he pulled back his foreskin, it revealed a smooth domed helmet that was already moist with precum.

Grandfather moved the tip of his tool teasingly over my soaking wet pussy until I had to plead with him to slide it into me. Then, with one mighty forward thrust of his hips, I felt my vagina being totally filled up by my Grandfather’s monster prick. I squirmed on that shiny table surface as he reamed my insides with an intensity I had never known from boys my own age. My groans of pleasure soon turned to screams of ecstasy as wave after wave of orgasm wracked my body. Grandfather pounded me for fifteen minutes before I sensed that he was about to explode inside me. When I saw his lips draw back from his mouth in a grotesque mask I knew this was it. Grandfather placed one of his big hands around my throat and began to squeeze. I bucked underneath him, both out of physical pleasure at his constant probing of my insides and in an effort to get some air as he choked me in his climactic rage. He shook my head until I thought I was going to pass out, but just as things began to go black, the tightness around my throat disappeared and, as I recovered my breathing, I felt the torrent of his love juices filling my womb.

It went on so long that he must have pumped half a pint of semen into me. But the amazing thing was, when he withdrew his dick from my over-stretched passage, it was still pointing up to the ceiling; there was no limpness to it at all. Before I knew what was happening, Grandfather had picked me up again and was now carrying me upstairs. He pushed the door to his bedroom open with his right foot and sat me down on the floor against the wall in a really narrow gap between two wardrobes. Grandfather put a hand on the top of my head and raised it back sharply. Then, with his other hand, he guided his upturned cock towards my mouth. I was still trying to get my breathing back to normal as he pushed his helmet against my lips, forcing them open. I felt his cock move past my teeth, over my tongue and towards the back of my throat, its curvature tending to make it scrape across the roof of my mouth. The first words Grandfather had spoken since placing me onto his lap nearly thirty minutes ago were to command me to keep my hands by my side. He then put his hands on either side of my head and began to fuck my face. I gagged at every forward thrust of the old man’s hips as his meat hit my tonsils. I could feel the corners of my mouth stretching to tearing point, being forced open to such a degree for so long. I was conscious of the loud slurping sound that my mouth was making as I tried not to disappoint my old lover. After ten minutes, when I thought I could take this no longer, Grandfather very quickly pulled his cock right out of my mouth and began to pull himself off, still pointing it to the back of my throat. A minute later and I was swallowing another impressive amount of my Grandfather’s hot semen. How could he be making so much so quickly?

He placed his hands on his knees and remained bent over for a good five minutes. After that though, he took hold of me by the top that had lain around my waist ever since he had pulled it down on the living room table, and threw me face down onto his big bed. Once again, I felt my skirt being thrown up over my ass. Then I felt Grandfather’s rod at the entrance to my ass hole. Without any subtlety, he thrust it right up and began to bang me with long strokes. I began to wonder whether a dick could stand this much constant friction. He truly had turned from a mild mannered, gentle old man into a savage monster. I gripped the bed sheets tightly while I got my ass pounding. It’s funny, and completely a girl thing, but it is possible to orgasm even though there’s no direct stimulation to the clitoral region. It’s all a mental thing. As Grandfather roasted my anal passage with his huge weapon, there was no physical enjoyment in it for me. Neither did having my lips parted so wide for so long yield any pleasure. Yet, why did I find myself crying out and growling like a bitch on heat? The reason is the situation. The thought of the forbidden nature of the sex, combined with the fact that I had orchestrated it from the start, not to mention the obtuse sense of satisfaction you get from demeaning yourself to someone stronger and older, all served to ensure that as Grandfather came in me for the third time in an hour, I was skewed beneath him in the throes of my own paradise.

Completely exhausted, Grandfather slipped his raw cock out of my anus and fell upon me. We were awoken some hours later by the sound of birdsong outside. Grandfather was horrified by what he’d done to me. He couldn’t explain his actions, they were so out of character. He begged me never to tell anyone. I told him not to worry. It would be our secret. I took off the high heels that I had somehow slept in and trudged into my own room to get ready for breakfast.

Thirty minutes later, having washed all of Grandfather’s semen from my various orifices, I was in the kitchen making some toast for us both. Grandfather said he’d love a cup of coffee. I told him I’d be right there. Just as soon as I’d crushed this blue pill and stirred it into his drink; well, shame to waste them, don’t you think?