Donnerstag, 27. Februar 2014

Master of the Hunt

Written by RaycerEdge

Grandfather invited me down for a week, to reconnect with him and participate in a foxhunt. He is an accomplished equestrian and a prominent member of his rural Virginia foxhunt club.

I was squeamish about hunting down a defenseless little fox until Grandfather explained that no real fox was involved. In its place, a horse dragged a roped burlap bag, soaked in fox urine. The "hunt" was more of a social event nowadays. The moneyed gentry of the area gather for an afternoon of riding through the countryside with old friends and business connections.

The landing gear hit the runway with a jolt startling me, as the engines reversed thrust, pinning me hard against my seatbelt. Those commuter flights were a real nuisance. The trip from New York City to Richmond was dreary with all the waiting and standing in lines. Travel was tedious but I was so happy to finally be here; happy I was finally going to see my charming, successful grandfather after two long years.

I wouldn't be hard to recognize. My long red hair, faint freckles, and fine features always turned heads. I was at baggage claim when I saw Grandfather's driver. My heart sank with disappointment. Luis, a polite, middle-aged man of Latin origins, gathered my bags before ushering me to a shiny black Lexus.

The ride from the airport through the Virginia countryside to Grandfather's home was long but relaxing. I stretched out my long, toned legs and sank into the soft leather seat, getting comfortable. Looking out the window, the rolling hills eventually gave way to a wide, shallow valley. Autumn was late with the leaves just starting to turn color this early November, bathing the landscape in a wash of green, scarlet and gold.

The car turned off the main highway and veered to the right for several miles down a smaller road. Eventually, the low, white rail fence of my Grandfather's property came into view. The hard gravel road transitioned into a wide circular brick driveway that ended at the front door of his grand, three-story estate.

I was admiring Grandfather's house when Luis jerked opened my car door. Marie, the housekeeper, was on her way out to greet me. Her long black hair was done up in a bun that accentuated her high cheekbones and medium brown skin. She had been grandfather's cook and housekeeper for almost fifteen years.

"Miss Amanda, welcome back! It's been such a long time," her voice sang out with a strong Central American accent.

"Where is my Grandfather?" I demanded, taking my disappointment out on her.

"Miss Amanda, your Grandfather will be home in a few hours. He suggested you relax and freshen up in the meantime. Would you like me to fix you something to eat after your long journey?" Marie asked solicitously.

"No thank you. I'll wait for my Grandfather." I snapped, not even trying to hide my disappointment as I headed up the stairs to the guest room. As I lay on the bed, my mind drifted back to the past few years, to some of the men in my life. The common thread was, they were all handsome, narcissistic and in the final analysis, not very manly. The truth was simple: none of these so-called-men was much of a challenge for me. I knew I needed a change and I hoped getting away from familiar surroundings for a week would help clear my head.

My thoughts then drifted to the last time I was with my Grandfather. We were at a charity ball two years ago. It was quite the elegant affair. I was wearing an expensive gown and a diamond necklace one of my former 'trust fund baby' boyfriends had given me in his futile attempt to seduce me. Grandpa was holding court in the far corner of the room, a champagne glass in his hand. A group of distinguished looking men and their trophy wives surrounded him. Grandfather's date for the evening was a striking Bollywood babe with perfect brown skin, fine features and long, straight, black hair. She kept gawking at him like a schoolgirl with a crush on her English teacher. For his part, Grandfather had his arm entwined with hers but rarely looked at her. He wore her as other men wore a wristwatch and with about as much regard. For me, it was a giant turn-on to watch the way he treated his beautiful companion.

Ever since that evening, Grandfather held a spell over me. His cool detachment, his complete control of every situation exuded power from every pore. He never worried about impressing other people; it was up to other people to impress him. His strength, his overpowering self-confidence were a potent aphrodisiac to me. How I wished I could find a challenging man like that for my very own!

The charity ball was an elegant affair. The men wore tuxedos and the women mostly wore floor-length gowns. I wore a blue gown that was cut high in the front to show off my long legs to good effect. Grandfather wore a black tuxedo that combined with his strong jaw and full head of grey hair reminded me of an arch villain from a James Bond movie. Wherever Grandfather went, he commanded attention and tonight was no exception. We drew a crowd wherever we went that night, or should I say, Grandfather drew a crowd. No one knew who I was but everyone made a point to pay homage to Grandpa. I must have met every judge, politician and CEO in the state of Virginia that night as they all came by to make pay respects and make the usual banal cocktail party small talk. I was oblivious to most of what was said; instead I took in the sights and sounds of the entire room. A small orchestra was playing in the background as a sea of designer gowns, trophy wives and tuxedos swirled around me. This was my grandfather's world, a world dripping of wealth and power and it was intoxicating.

I excused myself to go to the ladies room. As I was at the mirror checking my makeup, I overheard three young women huddled in the corner.

"Who is that short guy with the bad toupee?" The tall one asked.

"Oh, he's a judge, he's loaded, from what my daddy says." Replied a petite blonde.

"Evidently he doesn't spend his money on decent toupees."

They all chuckled at that.

"Did you see Arthur Talbot?" The third one asked.

My ears pricked up because Arthur Talbot is my grandfather.

"Oh, the guy with the nice head of grey hair? Yeah, he's a real big deal from what everyone says," the blonde added. "And you know what else about him, right?"

"No, what?" The other two girls asked in unison.

"He's hung like a horse."

All three giggled like naughty schoolgirls.

"No, really, my sister's best friend, you know, that stuck up bitch, the bikini model? Well, she spent the weekend with him a few months ago and she said he's really put together down there, if you know what I mean and she says he rode her hard all night long. Pretty impressive for a guy his age."

"Wow, all that and rich, too!" The tall one added.

"HMMM," I purred to myself. "My dashing grandfather is a man of many abilities." Honestly, the notion of Grandfather bedding a sexy young girl made me jealous. On the other hand, just thinking of my darling grandfather as a well-hung ladies man made me tingle between my legs especially considering I was his date for the evening. I was beginning to feel a little wet so I quickly thought of something else and headed back to the party.

Upon my return, Grandfather was at the epicenter of a throng of distinguished-looking middle-aged men and their glamorous wives or companions. I grabbed two glasses of champagne from a passing tray and steeled myself to wade through the sea of humanity to reach Grandfather.

"Ah, there she is." Grandfather announced as he looked at me. "Ladies and gentlemen, may I introduce my lovely granddaughter, Amanda."

I heard a smattering of applause and I beamed from the approval. I handed Grandpa a glass and put my arm around his waist.

I was busy smiling at everyone but Grandfather hardly noticed me, even though I still had a hold of him. He was busy sounding off about some ideas about free markets and government intervention as I shot him an admiring gaze. His remarks were punctuated by occasional laughter from his audience. The crowd parted as a very lovely woman, mid-forties I would say, snaked her way through the crowd, making a beeline toward Grandfather. She was a beautifully groomed woman with long, blonde hair and dripping with diamond jewelry. Her long satin gown was slit up the sides to reveal her long, toned legs. In her wake, she was towing a young brunette, about eighteen or nineteen, the beauty pageant type.

"Arthur, it's so nice to see you again," She said to my grandfather. "I want to introduce my daughter Elizabeth. She's been anxious to meet you."

Elizabeth offered her hand, giving Grandfather a seductive smile.

"Gretchen, lovely to see you again. You look stunning, my dear! And this is your daughter? Elizabeth, it's a pleasure to meet you. You're a very beautiful woman. Gretchen, you must be very proud of her," Grandfather said.

So that was it! Mom was throwing her dear little Elizabeth Grandfather's way. I held him even tighter now, as if to establish ownership of my dashing Grandfather. My jealous nature came out in spades and I wondered how many other women offered their beautiful daughters to him. I know he had his pick of desirable women; the rumors about Grandfather's conquests were too persistent not to be true.

Grandpa made a few more pleasantries to the pair before he leaned in close to Gretchen whispering, "She's lovely. Call my assistant, Miss DiMartino, at my New York office. She'll be expecting your call. Perhaps the three of us can meet for lunch when I'm in the City."

"Or perhaps just the two of you, if I can't make it," Gretchen answered slyly.

I'm sure I wasn't meant to hear any of that but I picked up every word and I fought hard to conceal my anger. This was MY night with Grandfather and I didn't want to share him with anyone. The rest of the evening was pleasant and I tried not to think of Gretchen shamelessly pimping her daughter to my darling Grandfather.

Back home after the party, Grandfather took me by the arm and led me into the livingroom for a late night drink by the fireplace. The only light in the room came from the flames as they danced across the walls and onto the ceiling, creating a symphony of light and shadow. Grandpa offered me a cognac and the strong taste burned as it trickled down my throat.

"Grandfather, how can you drink this stuff, it's so strong?"

He laughed at my distress, "I felt that way the first few times I tried it but I got used to it and over the years, I've come to appreciate a fine cognac very much. I drink to your beauty, dear Amanda. You look stunning this evening. I was so proud to have you on my arm."

I was beaming. Grandfather finally let down his façade and gave me a compliment.

"Grandfather, you flatter me. You look so dashing in your tuxedo. My gawd, you deserved to have a glamorous starlet on your arm tonight instead of plain old me." I gushed, shamelessly fishing for a compliment.

"Darling Amanda, you could NEVER be plain. You were the highlight of the evening. I daresay you put every other woman there to shame"

"Every other woman, including Elizabeth? I heard every word you and her mother whispered. You're going to meet her in New York and take her to your bed, aren't you?" My eyes were two laser beams boring a hole in his forehead.

Grandfather paused and looked directly into my eyes and held his gaze, "Whether I do or not is of no consequence to you, Amanda. Doubtless you've heard many things about me. I know your mother, especially, loves to gossip about all of my conquests, real or imagined. I make no secret of the fact I have my pick of very desirable young women. Tonight, however, no one even came close to measuring up to you and I mean that."

I heard my heart beating faster and faster. My hands trembled slightly as my nervous system went into overdrive from my grandfather's compliments and the matter-of-fact way he talked about women.

"Well, thank you for your compliment, Grandfather. I hope I never disappoint you." I gushed.

Grandfather leaned in to gently kiss me on the cheek as he whispered, "I hope you never do either, Amanda."

My heart sank at the sound of those words; coming from a man as powerful as him, they sounded like a warning. I had no idea what he was getting at and I quickly put it out of my mind. It was time for bed and we had to get up very early the next morning for the fox hunt. I wanted to end the evening on an up note so I stood up and leaned over my dashing grandfather and pronounced, "Well, Grandfather, as your lovely date for the evening, I am going to exercise my prerogative, I'm going to give you not one, but two good night kisses. "One here," as I leaned over and kissed his cheek, "And one right here" as I put my moist lips directly on his and gave him a closed mouth kiss. I made sure I held the kiss a long time before I pulled away.

He looked up at me and for an unguarded moment, I swore there was a look of desire in those steely grey eyes.

"Good night, Grandfather, don't let the bedbugs bite," I laughed as I seductively slinked up the stairs.

I looked back over my shoulder to gauge the effect I was having on him but he was already back to studying a message on his Blackberry. He was a cool customer, that grandpa of mine!

Flirting with Grandfather made me giddy. I enjoyed toying with him. No man in my life had ever been a challenge to me until now. My good looks and self-confidence always gave me the upper hand with men but there was always something lacking. I needed a real man in my life, someone I couldn't intimidate. I wanted a man who was just out of reach. Naturally, my mind instantly ran to thoughts of Grandfather and I let out a nervous laugh at the thought of him running his big strong hands over my smooth, yielding body. Before my impure thoughts consumed me, the long evening of standing, small talk, and alcohol overtook me and I fell asleep thinking about the foxhunt that began in the morning.

I woke up even before the alarm clock went off. I was really excited to see Grandfather in his riding clothes and riding his horse like a fine country gentleman. We arrived early at the riding club for the traditional pre-hunt breakfast where lots of his old chums and business acquaintances dropped by to say hello and make a bit of small talk. The unceasing barking of the hounds, primed for the day's adventure, echoed faintly in the distance.

"Grandfather, please don't let me hold you back today. You're a much better rider than me so you just stay up ahead with your friends. I know everyone wants some time with you today."

"Don't you worry about a thing Mandy. I'll hang back a little to keep an eye on you. You are my number one priority today. I want you to enjoy this so just take your time, I'm sure you'll do just fine." Grandpa said as he patted my hand reassuringly.

Soon after, the Master of Foxhounds called for everyone to assemble and mount up. The hounds were brought up from the assembly area to the front of the pack of horses and their barking grew louder and louder. I hoped Grandpa had picked a gentle mount for me because these horses looked so big and I was more than a little intimidated. He cut quite the dashing figure in his red riding coat and white breeches. He sat ramrod straight on his mount, reminding me of a cavalry officer from a picture in a history book.

Soon the hunt was on and I saw movement up ahead as horses and dismounted participants moved forward. Dismounted handlers kept the hounds bunched together and moving forward in pursuit of the "fox."

The trail opened up to a wide, open field. A sea of scarlet jackets bobbed up and down in the early November sunlight; their mounts in hot pursuit of the prize. I was content to trot along at a slower and more controlled pace. There were a few horses behind me so I wasn't in danger of getting lost. I was actually starting to feel confident. This was going to be a fun day after all.

I lost all sight of Grandfather but I concentrated on my own horse and I made good progress. At the end of the field was a low hill. The other side of the hill fed down into a low area blocked by a hedgerow. Most riders jumped the hedge with ease but since I had never jumped a horse, I chose to go around.

The countryside was stunning. The hills still had some green color and the trees clung to their last red and gold leaves. My horse seemed to know the way better than I did so I felt relaxed. My bottom was getting a little sore from slapping up and down on the English saddle as the first dark clouds moved overhead. The trail elevated again as it penetrated a thick line of trees. I was now in a thick maze of trees and undergrowth. The trail narrowed to more of a dirt path. Off to the right was a high hedge. To the left, a wide creek snaked through the woods. I was beginning to feel claustrophobic and my horse neighed nervously.

Suddenly, grey clouds turned black overhead and the sharp report of thunder reverberated throughout the valley. My horse spooked as it halted then spun around uncontrollably. I pulled the reins in the other direction to get him turned back down the path but he kicked up his legs and almost threw me. He startled me and I yelled. He moved back and forth as if he was scared or confused. I was still trying to get control of this animal when I saw a blur in the corner of my eye.

It was my grandfather, his horse popping up from the creek bank. "Honey, are you all right?" Grandfather yelled.

"Grandfather, I can't control him! Make him stop!" I shouted.

Grandfather rode near enough to grab my reins and pulled my horse near him. He flicked the reins of his horse and kicked his spurs. Both horses shot forward and I screamed in panic.

"Grandpa! Grandpa! Stop! Stop!" I cried.

"Hold on tight and keep your head down!" He commanded.

"YAW! YAW!" He yelled repeatedly at his steed to drive him forward even faster. Both horses were galloping at top speed down the narrow dirt path, the creek winding precariously near. I had no idea why Grandpa was riding so fast and all I got in reply to my plea to slow down was more "YAW! YAW!"

"Grandfather, PLEASE!" I protested as each horse veered hard right directly into the thick hedgerow.

Overhead, thunderclaps resounded again and the sky opened up. Raindrops hissed as they pelted tree limbs and leaves.

"Keep your head down!" Grandfather commanded.

Suddenly his horse disappeared into a narrow, almost imperceptible opening in the hedge, pulling my horse close behind. I pulled my arm up to shield my face from branches reaching out to swipe my head and shoulders.

We continued the wild gallop up a small rise, hooves kicking up dirt as they flew down the rough path. Off to the left we flew before the path veered sharply back to the right and finally leveled off. We were in a different world now. Overhead a canopy of dense trees obscured the dark grey sky. On either side of the narrow track was a dense, impenetrable thicket of forest undergrowth.

My heart almost leaped out of my throat and I suddenly realized I had been screaming at the top of my lungs ever since we entered the thicket. The rain continued to pour, turning my blouse to a wet dishrag. My soaked breeches sloshed as I bounced up and down on the saddle. I was about to yell at Grandfather again to slow down when suddenly the claustrophobic path opened up to reveal a small two-story cottage in a clearing directly in front of us. The sky opened up even more now and I was soaked to the skin. The only part of me that was dry was my hair, which I had pinned up under my riding hat After what seemed like an eternity, we reached the back of the cottage to an enclosure where Granddad tied up the horses to protect them from the rain. I was still on my horse and delirious from my ordeal when Grandfather grabbed me by the waist and in one single motion, swung me off my mount. As my feet hit the ground, he grabbed my arm as we ran to the front porch of the cottage; our riding clothes no protection from the unceasing rain. He unlocked the door and gently pushed me inside.

Dienstag, 25. Februar 2014

A Granddaughter's Request Chapter 2

Written by ole_grouch_1124

The rest of Jack and Melissa's week in New York was spent in similar fashion. During the day, they would do some sightseeing. Nights were spent making love. Melissa turned out to be an insatiable lover. It didn't surprise Jack seeing how she was so young and vibrant. He barely managed to keep up with her.

The week flew by and it was time to go home. It was time for one more conversation.

"You realize we cannot keep going like we have been this week, don't you?"

"Don't worry, Jack, I'm not going to jump your bones the minute we get home."

"It's grandpa now, not Jack. One slip of the tongue could give us away and then there will be all hell to pay."

"I don't see what the issue is. I'm 18. I made my decision and I have no regrets. I don't think you do, either."

"No, I don't. But your grandmother and mother are not going to understand. You yourself said that you weren't planning on having sex with me after we got home, remember?"

"Yes, but that was before you turned me into a little nymph," she teased.

She let out a little laugh. She was enjoying this. Jack was going to have his hands full.

They arrived home and were greeted at the door by Jack's wife and daughter.

"Well, there you two are! How was your trip? Did you have a good time? You have to tell us all about it," Helen was saying as they exchanged hugs and greetings.

They sat around the living room talking about the trip. Melissa plugged her digital camera into the television and was showing all the pictures she had taken. She would stop every so often to talk about a particular picture.

It was getting late when they finished, so Melissa and her mother went home. Helen and Jack were getting ready for bed.

"You really showed her a good time," she said. "I'm glad your home, though. I missed you terribly."

"I'm glad to be home because I missed you, too."

It was nice for them to be back together again and they both felt it. They lie in each other's arms after making love and fell asleep.

The next morning, after Jack left for work, Helen was sitting at the table drinking coffee. She was an average sized woman in her mid-fifties. She still had curves in all the right places, but her age was starting to show in certain areas. Her breasts weren't as firm as they once were and her tummy gained a little flab. Her hips had done the same thing. She exercised regularly but it didn't seem to do any good.

A few moments later, her neighbor and best friend, Linda Brandell, knocked on the door and let herself in.

"Hi, Helen. How are you this morning?"

"I'm fine, Linda. Would you like some coffee?"

"Sure. I have some time to kill. Stay put, I'll get it." Helen stared blankly out the window.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm not sure."

"What do you mean?"

"Last night, after Debbie and Melissa left, Jack and I went to bed. We made love, but there was something different. I can't put my finger on it, but something was different."

"How do you mean, different?"

"I don't know. He was passionate and caring enough. He satisfied me. But I could tell that something was not right."

"Maybe you're imagining things. You and Jack have been together a long time."

"Maybe. I don't know. I haven't needed sex as much as I used to and I think Jack was starting to get annoyed. He was passionate and definitely in the mood last night, but it seemed like he should have been more passionate considering that it's been a little longer than a week since we made love last."

"Do you think he was fooling around in New York?"

"I doubt it. Melissa was with him. He wouldn't have had the time or the opportunity."

"I think you're just imagining things. Look, you're going through changes. So is he. I could understand your concern if he fell right off to sleep, but that didn't happen."

"Maybe you're right. Maybe I am dwelling over nothing."

The remainder of the week went by routinely. Jack would leave for work in the morning and Helen would enjoy a cup of coffee before going to work. Then came Saturday.

Helen and Debbie were both working. Melissa stopped by sometime mid-morning.

"Hi, Jack," she announced.

"I told you not to call me by my first name while where home."

"What's the matter? No one's here. It's just you and I. And thinking about you and I ..."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a deep, passionate kiss. Her mouth was wide open and her tongue was probing for his. Jack put his arms around his granddaughter. His hands went down to her firm ass and pulled her in. He was immediately hard.

"Someone has missed me," she lamented as she reached down to rub his cock. "Maybe we need to do something about that."

She wasted no time undoing his belt and unbuttoning his pants. She pulled them and his boxers down in one tug. She dropped to her knees and immediately started kissing the head of her grandfather's cock. Her tongue began running circles around and underneath the glans. She took him completely down to the base of his cock and slowly sucked her way back up.

"That's it. Suck your grandpa's cock. You love it, don't you?"

"M-m-m-h-m-m-m!" she hummed as she continued sucking. Her hand reached up and started massaging Jack's balls as her tongue circled and danced over the head of his cock and down her grandfather's shaft. Her other hand had undone her jeans and was now in the process of rubbing up and down her sweet, young pussy.

Jack stood her up and kissed his granddaughter. Their tongues intertwined as they explored each other's body. Jack's hand went underneath Melissa's top and caressed her soft, fleshy breast. He rolled his thumb over her nipple and discovered it was already hard.

Melissa continued stroking Jack's cock with her hand. "Oh, grandpa. Oh, Jack. I missed you. I need you."

Jack pulled her top over her head and threw it to the side. Her breasts required no bra. They stood firm and proud. Her taut nipples were jutting out. Jack lowered his mouth to suck one nipple in while his hand was teasing and tweaking the other.

"Suck my tit. Make my nipples hard, Jack. I love it," she moaned. He began alternating between the two breasts as his granddaughter arched her back. He kissed his way down her abdomen. He pulled her jeans and panties down to her feet to allow her to step out of them as Melissa leaned back against a desk.

Her shaven pussy was glistening with her sweet juice and looked so inviting. Jack stuck his tongue out and started licking up and down the length. As he reached the top he teased her clit. Melissa began bucking her hips in rhythm to his tongue.

"Oh, yes, grandpa, eat my pussy! Suck my clit!"

Melissa was starting to go wild. Jack pulled her down and climbed on top of her. She spread her legs to allow him greater access. He positioned the head of his cock at the entrance of her pussy.

"Please! Don't tease. Put it in. I need it," she begged. Jack bucked his hips and drove his cock into his granddaughter's womb until it was completely buried.

"Um-m-ph!" was all she managed as he reached as far as he could. Her pussy was like a velvet sheath that gripped every inch of his seven and a half inch cock. It was like she never wanted to let go. He started slow fucking her.

"Harder, faster. I need to be fucked. Please, Jack!"

He began fucking her in earnest. Melissa bucked back with each and every thrust. Her juices coated his shaft as he pistoned in and out of her. She was so hot.

"T-t-hat's right! Fuck your granddaughter," she moaned breathlessly. "You love fucking her, don't you?"

"Oh, yea. I love fucking my granddaughter. Her pussy is so juicy and tight. I love it!"

Melissa reached behind Jack and drew him closer. He took a breast and began sucking on it as he continued pummeling her pussy. Her moans were getting louder and her breath shorter. Her climax was building and Jack knew she wouldn't be too much longer. He pounded her for all he was worth.

"C'mon, baby! Cum for your grandpa. Cum for Jack."

Melissa arched her back, bucked her hips and let out a long, loud moan as waves of passion washed over her. Her whole body shook as if an earthquake had just occurred.

Jack continued driving in and out of his granddaughter as her climax peaked and his began to build. Her pussy grabbed his cock each time he withdrew. It felt like every nerve within him was exposed.

He could feel the pressure building. He humped her faster. Melissa was in the middle of having another orgasm and was moaning incoherently. She reached up and pulled him down to kiss her as her orgasm reached its peak.

Jack could not hold out any longer. The sensations travelled up his shaft and out the head of his cock painting her walls with a nice, hot shot of sperm. Load after load continued shooting into her womb as Melissa began yet another orgasm.

He groaned into her mouth as their passions overcame them and they were caught in a simultaneous orgasm.

"Oh, grandpa," she said breathlessly. "That was so good. I really needed you."

Jack withdrew from her and rolled off. Melissa let out a mild protest but understood. They were lying there basking in the afterglow of sex when they both heard it.

"OH, MY GOD!!!!!"

Startled, they both looked up to see Linda Brandell standing there. Shock and disbelief were written all over her face. She turned and ran towards the living room.

Sonntag, 16. Februar 2014

A Granddaughter's Request Chapter 1

Written by ole_grouch_1124

My granddaughter and I were always very close. From the moment she was born, it seemed like the two of us were inseparable.

My daughter was living with my wife and I when Melissa was born. She was our first grandchild.

Melissa's father had no interest in seeing his daughter. I became both a father figure and grandfather to her.

My wife and my daughter worked on Saturdays. This meant that I would get Melissa dressed and take her to the carousel. Then it was off to the playground. Lunch always consisted of pizza and root beer soda. A trip to the local pet store was next and finally, the holiday store. Melissa loved to look at the Christmas decorations. By the time our afternoon was over and I would get her strapped into her child seat, she was out like a light. Sundays would be an afternoon of football and games. She loved to watch sports with me.

The years came and went. Eventually, my daughter and Melissa moved out. They still lived close by and would visit once a week. I watched Melissa grow from a child, through her teen years, and into a beautiful young woman. It was very difficult to see her grow so fast. Normally, during these formative years, grandchildren have a tendency to forget about their grandparents. Not so with Melissa. She always remained close to me and always reminded me that we were still "buddies".

It was during her senior year in high school Melissa came up with the idea that we needed to take a trip. I had asked her if she had a destination in mind and she said she didn't.

I was raised on Long Island and had not been there in quite some time. My wife and I settled in the Midwest. Melissa has never seen a city as big as New York before and I thought it would be a great idea to introduce her to some of the best sights, sounds, and smells she would experience. I purchased a couple of airline tickets and made hotel reservations.

Melissa was so excited the morning we left. She had just passed her 18th birthday and graduated high school, so this was both a birthday and graduation gift. Melissa is an average sized girl for her age with a beautiful figure. She had developed curves in all the right places and her breasts complimented her figure very nicely. They were neither too large nor too small. She had brown hair which she kept very long and trimmed. She was absolutely gorgeous.

I am 59 years old and while I am not a health buff, I do try to keep in shape. Over the years, I have developed a little paunch, but nothing that would be considered out of the ordinary for a man my age.

My wife and I have always had a good life and enjoyed sex several times a week. Granted, as we have matured, our libido has diminished some, but we still enjoy making love. Lately, however, my wife doesn't seem as interested as she once was.

Melissa and I got through airport security and were settling into our seats in the first-class cabin. She took the window seat. She wanted to see New York City when we land at JFK International Airport. I didn't mind. The flight attendant went through their pre-flight routines, delivered their safety brief, and set about tending to the passengers. Melissa was chatting endlessly about all the things she wanted to see and do.

After about a half hour into the flight, things settled down and I began to relax. Melissa was still talking, and I noticed she had placed her hand on my lap. This alone was not out of the ordinary, but her hand was a little higher than normal. She didn't move it up or down, so I ignored it. She continued talking about all she wanted to see and do. She asked me a few questions about the city and I answered her.

The plane started its descent and was soon in final approach to JFK. I have to admit, Melissa was not the only one who was feeling the excitement build. We landed, got our bags, and grabbed a cab to mid-town Manhattan to the hotel.

Melissa's eyes grew wide with all the sights as we ran up the Van Wyck Expressway heading to the Grand Central Parkway, Long Island Expressway, and the Queens Midtown Tunnel. I pointed out certain sites along the way -- Flushing Meadow Park which was the site of the 1964 World's Fair. She caught a glimpse of the Unisphere as we passed it.

As we started coming out of the tunnel, Melissa's eyes widened at the height of the buildings. She had seen tall buildings before, but nothing like this. I distracted her long enough to point some points of interest.

We finally pulled up to the hotel, paid the driver, and checked in. The room was beautiful and offered a wonderful view of the city thanks to a huge window. There was a complete walk in bath with separate shower and Jacuzzi.

The only problem was that I had requested 2 beds and there was only one. The front desk told me that it was the only room available. There were several conventions going on and all the hotels and rooms were booked.

Between the flight and the cab ride, it was already past the lunch hour, so we headed out to eat. We found a great restaurant and ordered our food. We were in a booth that provided a good deal of privacy. While we were waiting, Melissa looked at me.

"Grandpa, can I ask you a question?"

"Of course, you can. What's on your mind?"

"What happened between mom and my father?"

"What has your mother told you?"

"She said that they had planned to get married but things never worked out."

"Yes, that is true. Your father was very immature. They did live together for a little while. When your mother found out she was pregnant, your father did not want to have anything to do with her. She moved back home a few months before you were born."

"Why are boys so immature? My father was immature. The boys in school are immature. They act so silly and goofy at times. It just seems like they never want to take anything seriously."

"That is one of the great mysteries of life. As a rule, boys don't mature as fast as girls. Some don't mature at all and others mature quickly."

Melissa looked at me. I could tell she had something else on her mind. "What is it?" I asked.

"How will I know when the right one comes along? How will I know when someone will be serious enough to have a relationship with? "

"Hasn't your mother spoken with you about these things?

"Yes," she replied. "But I wanted to hear it from someone else. I wanted to hear it from you, grandpa."

"Sweetie, this is ..." Our food had arrived and I did not want to continue this discussion with the server in ear shot. "Why don't we wait until we are alone to finish this conversation? I promise we will continue."

"Okay," she said as she began digging into her burger.

After lunch, we walked around the city for a while and took in some sights. When we returned to our room we were exhausted. I flopped on the bed. Melissa sat next to me. "Grandpa, can we finish our discussion now?"

"Sure. Where were we?"

"I had asked how I would know when the right guy comes along. One that I would be willing to have a relationship with."

"That's very difficult to say, sweetie. There are no tell tale signs out there. You have been on a few dates already. How did those boys make you feel? Were they gentlemen? Did they treat you respectfully? Were they boorish?"

Melissa thought for a moment. "There were 3 different guys I dated. Two were kind of cloddish and clumsy. The other, I dated again and went out with for a while. He turned out to be an egotistical jerk."

"Three guys are hardly a measuring stick. You'll need to date more before you can tell anything. Look, you have to take your time and be selective. One guy will come along and he'll stand out above the others. I can't tell you how or why. He'll be kind to you, he'll treat you respectfully, he'll make you laugh, and he'll make you cry. You'll fall head over heels in love with him and you'll know."

"But I want someone like you, grandpa. You are always kind and considerate with grandma, mom, and me. You are always thoughtful, funny, and, at the same time, reserved."

"Your grandma will tell you that I am one of a kind. I'm not. It's just that we have been married for almost 40 years and there has never been anyone else in our lives." I started to get up.

"Where are you going?" Melissa asked. "I thought you were tired."

"I am. But as you can see, there is only 1 bed and we are not sharing a bed. I will sleep on the couch."

"Grandpa, that's not necessary. This bed is big enough. We can sleep in the same bed and have distance between us."

She was right, but I couldn't get over the feeling that it was wrong to share a bed with my granddaughter. I knew nothing would be going on. It was just a feeling I couldn't harbor. I lied back down and dozed right off.

When I awoke, I found Melissa sound asleep. She was more towards the middle of the bed. I looked at her for a few minutes and was amazed at what a beautiful young woman she is. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Slowly, she started to stir. She opened her eyes to see me staring at her. She smiled. "What,"she asked.

"Nothing," I replied. "I was just amazed at what a beautiful girl you turned out to be and how fast you have grown."

"You're not too bad yourself." She sat up and sat next to me. She again placed her hand in my lap, almost as high as she did on the flight.

"Grandpa? I have given a lot of thought to what you told me. I understand that I have to be patient. I'm still a virgin. If I am going to lose my virginity, I want it to be with someone who loves me and who I can trust. I want that person to be able to make me feel comfortable and relaxed. I want my first time to be memorable. I want that person to be you."

I was dumbfounded. I could not believe what I was hearing. "Do you realize what you are asking me to do?"

"Yes. I want you to make love to me. I am afraid of my first time. I don't think any guys my age are going to be as understanding and gentle as I think you would."

"This is all very sweet," I replied. "Guys your age are not very experienced. They like to brag that they are, but they are just as scared as you. True intimacy, and being comfortable with it, takes time. It's something that can be very special when you have someone who is willing to take the time with you. What you are asking me to do is against the law. It's incest. If your grandma or mom knew, they'd have me thrown away for the rest of my life. And I would not do anything to ruin the relationship we have."

"Grandma and mom are not going to find out because I don't intend on telling them. I don't think you are, either. As far as ruining our relationship, I don't see it that way. I see it as making it closer."

"Sometimes, you don't have to tell someone anything for them to know when something is not right. When you have been with someone as long as your grandmother and I have been together you can read their reactions and determine when something is not right. I don't know if I could hide that from her."

Melissa thought about this. "I'm not saying that I would want to continue having sex after we get home. I just want to be able to know what to expect from another guy is all. The guys I have dated were all in a rush. I wouldn't let them get too far because they did not want to take their time. I love you and I know you love me. I'm not asking for the world. I just want my first time to be one that I will remember."

"You would certainly remember this. But we are not going to be doing anything. I cannot betray the trust you have in me and I cannot betray your grandmother that way."

She let the conversation drop. I thought I had gotten through to her. I was still shocked at what she asked of me. I took a book out of my suitcase while Melissa flipped through the TV channels looking for something to watch. I thought reading a few chapters would help me calm down a little.

After I finished, I noticed it was starting to get late. I was also feeling a little hungry.

"What would you like to do tonight? Where would you like to go for dinner?"

"You and grandma are always telling me how great the Chinese food is in New York. Why don't we have Chinese for dinner?"

"Sounds great."

The front desk recommended a good restaurant and we headed out. The restaurant was very well decorated and there was a candle and flowers on each table. We were shown to our table and made small talk as we looked over the menu. We ordered our food and continued our small talk.

After dinner, we decided we would just walk around some more. I had something else in mind. We headed to Central Park. I was going to take her for a horse-drawn buggy ride through the city. When we arrived, we chose a driver, hopped in, and asked for the grand tour.

The evening air was starting to get cool and I noticed that Melissa was shivering a little. I pulled her close to me to keep her warm and she moved in. Her hand was again on my lap, but this time, she was rubbing it up and down ever so slightly.

I had my arm around her shoulder to keep her close. She really had nowhere else to place her hand. She would stop rubbing her hand every so often to see my reaction. When I didn't respond she would begin rubbing again.

She was taking in all the sights when she rested her head on my shoulder. I felt her move her head to give me a soft kiss on the cheek.

I started noticing slight stirring in my groin. I couldn't believe this. I was actually enjoying it. My mind became clouded with thoughts of right and wrong. This was not something I should be feeling.

Melissa sensed my discomfort and took advantage of it to increase her rubbing. I finally placed my hand on hers to stop her and turned to whisper to her.

"We can't be doing ..."

She didn't let me finish. She took the opportunity to kiss me on the lips. It was not sensual and it didn't last long. She held the kiss for a few seconds and placed her head back on my shoulder.

When the ride was over, we tipped the driver and began our walk back to the hotel.

"That was completely out of line," I told her. "You took complete advantage of that situation and it was not right. Not after the conversation we had this afternoon."

"I'm sorry, grandpa. I just can't help it. I know what we discussed, and I know how you feel. But I have feelings, too."

"Yes, you do," I replied. "But your feelings are confusing you. At your age that is a very common thing. You can't always act on your feelings. You have to think about what you are doing."

"I have thought about it. This isn't something I just came up with at the spur of the moment. I have thought about this over the past year."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My own granddaughter thought about having me take her virginity for a year. It still didn't make it right. We arrived back at the hotel after a while and returned to our room.

"Do you need to use the bathroom?" I asked her.

"Not right now. Why?"

"I would like to relax in the Jacuzzi for a while and then take a shower."

"Go right ahead. Enjoy."

I walked in the bathroom, closed the door, and started the Jacuzzi. I undressed and stepped in.

The water was very hot and the bubbles had a soothing effect on me. It wasn't long before I was in a very dream like state.

I didn't hear the door open. I didn't hear her come in or walk over to the Jacuzzi. I didn't notice a thing until I felt someone stepping into the Jacuzzi.

I opened my eyes and there was Melissa. She had absolutely nothing on and she was making her way into the tub.

"What do you think you're doing, young lady? Get out of here! NOW!"

I had shifted positions to try and cover myself but it was no use.

"How did you get in here, anyway?"

"You closed the door but forgot to lock it," Melissa said. She sat down opposite me in the Jacuzzi. "I could use a little relaxation, too."

"You could have waited until I was finished."

"Yes, and by that time, you would have fallen asleep. You were practically asleep now."

I turned to look at her. She was even more beautiful than I imagined without her clothes. I looked at her breasts with their perfect pink nipples sticking out of brown areolas. She was about a 34C. They accentuated her hour-glass figure perfectly. I looked further down and saw her partially shaved pussy. She saw me looking. "I can't have any hair sticking out of my bikini, now can I?"

I had given up trying to hide or cover myself -- it was useless. "You definitely take after your mother," I said. "You do what you want regardless."

"I take after my grandfather. Once I have decided I want something, I go after it and I don't stop until I get it."

She got up, leaned towards me and with one hand reached down to my cock. The other hand reached around the back of my head and embraced me in a long, passionate kiss. It was no use resisting. This girl was going to get her way no matter what.

I parted my lips slightly and felt her tongue probing. She definitely knew how to kiss. Her hand was exploring my balls and cock. I had a bigger hard on than I can remember having in quite some time. Not that I am small. At 7 and a half inches and fairly thick, I can say that I have held my own.

"Wow," Melissa exclaimed. "Are all men this big and thick?"

"Of course not. Just as women are different sizes, so are men. Some are bigger, some smaller. I would say mine is about average."

She was not very experienced in handling men. I grabbed her arm to pause her.

"If you're going to do this, you need to be gentler. And another thing, if I am going to teach you, then I should be taking the lead."

I resumed the kiss. This time it was my tongue doing the probing. My right hand reached under her and started gently rubbing her pussy lips. She was already wet and it wasn't from the water.

I broke the kiss and started kissing my way to her neck, and around to nibble on her ear. She started breathing rapidly as I continued working on her pussy. A low, guttural moan escaped her lips.

Melissa threw her head back and let out another long moan. I kissed my way down to her breasts and started licking and kissing around her nipple.

"Suck it, please," she exclaimed.

I flicked my tongue over her nipple several times to get it hard and began a gentle sucking. In the meantime, I had inserted a finger into her hole while my thumb continued playing with her clit.

Melissa started bucking her hips and her breathing became rapid and shallow. I knew her moment was building, but I wanted to control the situation. I wanted to make this her most romantic moment. Most of all, I wanted to tease her as punishment, so to speak, for insisting on doing this.

"Oh, grandpa, why did you stop? I was so close."

"Don't worry, there will be plenty of time for that. I thought we might get into bed where we can be more comfortable."

A huge smile made its way across her face as I picked Melissa up, embraced her in a deep, passionate kiss, and continued the kiss while I carried her to bed. She had already turned the covers down in anticipation of this moment, so I laid her down on her back.

I started my kissing down her neck and worked her other breast. My right hand made its way down to her slick pussy and continued teasing and playing. "O-o-o-o-o-o-o-h-h, grandpa, this feels so good," she said. "Please, don't stop this time."

I didn't respond. I just continued kissing my way down her abdomen stopping to play with her belly button. I stuck my tongue inside and lingered there for a little while. Then I got up, grabbed her left leg, and began kissing my way up her calf and thigh.

Melissa was squirming on the bed in anticipation. I finally reached my target, her sweet, young, pussy. It had been so long since I'd had a virgin and now I was going to make a woman out of my granddaughter.

Her pussy smelled so sweet and was so wet and wanting. I blew a breath of air on her outer lips which sent a slight chill up her spine.

"Please, stop teasing, I can't take any more," she cried.

"You asked me to make love to you, and that is what I am doing. Just relax. I have plenty in store for you."

I stuck my tongue out and took a long lick from the bottom of her slit up to the hood of her clit. Melissa shook with anticipation as I kept licking the entire length of her pussy. She was incredible. I couldn't believe how sweet she tasted. I took one final lick and stuck my tongue into her hole.

Melissa was bucking her hips like crazy and was now moaning out loud. I thought she was going to alert the entire hotel.

"Oh, my god, oh, my god, don't stop. P-p-please, don't stop."

I let go of her legs and reached up to play with her tits and nipples. This seemed to bring Melissa over the edge.

"Grandpa, something's happening. I, uh, I don't, uh, I don't know wh-a-a-a-a-a-t," she said as she went into her first orgasm of the night. Of course there would be more to come, but this girl needed to get through her first.

Melissa's body shook like an earthquake. She was screaming almost at the top of her lungs as she flailed on the bed.

Finally, the tides washed over her and she started settling down. She was still gasping but was catching her breath.

"That was fantastic, grandpa. I can't believe how good that felt. I had no idea."

"There are a lot of things you will experience that you have no idea about. You just need to sit back, relax and enjoy them."

"What about you? I have heard that men like to have the same things done to them. But I have never given a blow job before, so you're going to have to teach me."

Melissa started kissing me in the same manner as I did her. I turned on my back. She simply did everything I had done to her. She kissed her way down my neck to my nipples, stopping to lick, tease and play with them. She is a fast learner, that's for sure!

I was as hard as a rock, and the way she was going I didn't think I would be able to hold out very long. She worked her way down to my navel and then down to the base of my cock. She stopped, saw it twitch, and pondered for a second how she was going to do this.

Without so much as a word of instruction, she licked her way up the shaft from the base to the huge purple crown at the top. Pre-cum was already forming at the tip. She licked that and then into the slit.

"M-m-m-m-m-m. That tastes so good. I hope there's more where that came from."

"You won't have to worry, there's plenty where that came from," I moaned. My god, she was driving me crazy.

"Before you begin, make sure you use your lips to cover your teeth, and whatever you do, don't bite down."

"Seems I may have you at a little disadvantage here," she teased. She then opened her mouth and let the head of my cock enter. Melissa instinctively began sucking. She started making her way down to the base.

"Not too much at a time," I warned her. Take your time and get used to it. Let your throat relax.

Melissa was a fast learner. She sucked half way down the shaft and back up again. She did this a few more times. Then, all of a sudden, she took my whole cock in and went down to the base. She gagged a little at first, let up, then went back down more gently the second time around.

I was in heaven. Sure, she was inexperienced, but it wouldn't take her long to become one of the best cocksuckers I had ever experienced. I placed my hands behind her head and started rocking in and out of her mouth. Her suction was driving me crazy. Then she stopped and licked her way down to the base. This time, she continued until she had my sack in her mouth and started to tease my nuts.

"U-h-h-h-h-h!" I let out a moan. I could feel the pressure building inside my sack and I knew it wouldn't be long.

"Baby, please. I'm going to come before too long."

Melissa worked her way back up my cock, put it in her mouth, and started sucking for all she was worth.

"Oh, oh, o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-h! I'm cuming, I'm c-u-u-u-u-u-ming!"

I felt my seed shoot up my shaft and out the tip of my cock. Melissa's eyes widened along with her cheeks at the sudden onslaught of sperm. She didn't know what to do at first but began swallowing when she realized there was a second jet coming.

She barely got the first swallow down when the second one hit, then the third, and, finally the fourth. Cum was leaking out the side of her mouth. I couldn't believe how hot that looked. She finally let go of my cock. "That was a lot!" she exclaimed.

"Yes, it was." I can't recall the last time I came so hard. I surprised myself. Melissa finished licking up the remnants and cuddled next to me.

"That was wonderful, grandpa. I didn't know it could feel so good. And I enjoyed doing you, too. It was everything I hoped it would be."

"Melissa. If we are going to continue this, I wish you would stop calling me grandpa. It just feels out of place. Please, call me by my name."

"Ok, Jack. If that's what you want."

I could feel myself starting to stir again so I rolled half-over and began a long, soft, passionate kiss with her. She did not hesitate. She threw her arms around me and returned my kiss as if she hadn't kissed me in a long time.

I gently rolled my fingertips all over her body. I was not focusing on any particular area. Melissa snuggled closer as she clamped her arms around me.

I could feel the dampness of her pussy against my cock and I knew that she was more than ready. I took my time as I began playing with her breasts and started working my way down to her snatch. She opened her legs and allowed me access. She was still wet and very horny. I inserted my fingers into her hole as I worked my way down to her clit. This time, I focused on her clit and used my fingers to stretch her out as wide as possible.

"Oh, please, I need you. Please, make love to me. Make me your woman. Please!" Melissa was begged.

I ignored her pleas and continued working her clit and hole. It wasn't long before she was in a frenzy again bucking up and down in rhythm to my fingers.

"Oh, oh, I'm going to cum. Please, take me, Please!!!"

I had a feeling she was multi-orgasmic and I was out to prove it. I thrust my fingers in and out of her furiously. She bucked harder and harder. "I'm cum-m-m-ing, I -- I -- I'm cuming," she cried as her juices flowed out of her like a river gone wild.

"Now, you are ready" I told her as her orgasm subsided. I spread her legs and positioned myself between them. I needed to double check with her. "Are you sure about this?

She was half out of breath. She nodded yes in anticipation. "Will it hurt?"

"It may at first until you get used to it. I promise, I will take it easy and be as gentle as I possibly can."

With that, I positioned my cock at the entrance to her pussy lips. I slid the head up and down her slit to get her warmed up. Her breathing never caught up. She inhaled as I touched her. Then, I inserted the head. She took a gasp of air. I waited until she was ready. I pushed until I felt her hymen resisting.

"Last chance," I said.

"I want this more than anything else in the world."

I pushed in further. Her eyes grew wide and teared. She screamed at the sudden onslaught of pain she felt. I limited my movement to allow her time to get used to it. My god, she was tight. But what was I to expect? She was a virgin.

Slowly, I began a soft, smooth rocking back and forth. I could tell by her expression that the pain was beginning to subside and give way to pleasure. Her body started reacting to mine. It wasn't too much longer and I was able to sink the rest of my cock into her pussy. Again, I felt harder than I had in a very long time. Melissa was now bucking in rhythm to me. I kept moving in and out, in and out.

"Oh, please! Please," she moaned as I moved in and out of her. Every time I pulled back, her pussy seemed to grab my shaft to hang onto it. When I pushed back in, it was like I was pushing into a velvet glove. Her juices were really flowing and I could tell she was on the verge of another orgasm.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, me, please." I was hammering her home and then all of a sudden, the dam burst. "I'm c-c-c-cumming!" was all I heard her scream as her orgasm washed completely over her. I couldn't hold back any longer. I felt my juices boiling inside of me and now up my shaft. Shot after shot of hot cum filled her womb. I was groaning like a mad man. I dove into her one last time as I emptied my sac into her.

We stayed intermingled like that for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, my cock softened enough to slip out of her. We looked at the bloody mess we created.

"Don't worry," I said. "The next time won't be as messy as this. It always happens the first time."

"That was wonderful, Jack." She looked at me with the most loving eyes I had ever seen. "I love you more than anything in this world." I could do nothing but smile at her. "I love you, too, baby."

We laid together for a while, and during that time, must have dozed off to sleep. We had six more nights in New York before we headed home. I had a pretty good idea how they would be spent.

Donnerstag, 13. Februar 2014

My Nosy Granddaughter

Written by MisterReason
"I knew you would come back," I said to the young woman who was standing in the doorway of the in-law apartment I had been living in, located over the garage of the house of her parents.

"Me too," the girl whispered, looking around the dimly lit room.

"I'm so happy you did, Debbie" I said in my most soothing grandfatherly voice. "You know how much I love you. Now why don't you come in and close the door."

The girl did as I asked, and when she turned her back I got an exquisite view of the lower part of her butt, which was pleasingly plump, as well as her shapely thighs. She was wearing a skimpy pink nightshirt, and from the way things were wiggling around underneath it, nothing else.

Debbie turned around and leaned back against the door, her eyes fixed on me as I stood by the bed, clad only in my pajama bottoms. In fact, my granddaughter's eyes were locked in to the bulge that ran down the inside leg of the light cotton.

Being a 64 year old guy who looks his age, I couldn't blame Debbie for not being interested in the rest of me. Except for a little grey around the temples, I'm bald, and while I've managed to keep my 6' frame trim, I'm no Adonis, so I know what seems to fascinate my precious Debbie so.

It's why she came up here tonight, and it was why she had snuck up here every night for - who knows how long? You would think that an 18 year old girl would have other options, but I'm not complaining. I only recently became aware of the way she would come up to my place here each evening around 7:30.

You see, I'm a creature of habit, so every night after dinner in the main house, I would retire to the in-law apartment my kids rent out to me and take a shower before falling asleep in front of the TV. I had noticed shadows at the bottom of the bathroom door a few days ago, and after toweling off I went over to the door instead of to the sink and brushing my teeth.

I didn't catch her that night, although I caught a glimpse of her running down the stairs, but being a retired cop, I guess there's still a little bit of that left in me so I devised a plan whereas I turned on the bathroom light and the shower, but ducked out of the room and closed the door.

Sure enough, when I peeked out the window and saw Debbie scurry out of the house and up the stairs to my apartment, I hid and waited for her to see what she would do. Sure enough, Debbie ran up the stairs and went to the bathroom door, kneeling and looking through the keyhole.

It was then that I came out of hiding, naked except for the towel wrapped around my waist. Debbie was so intent on getting a look at me coming out of the shower that she didn't notice me until I spoke.

"Looking for me, Debbie?" I asked.

Poor Debbie fell over, stumbling and scrambling to her feet while looking for a way out, but she would have to get past me to escape. Her eyes darted around and her mouth moved but no words came out as she went into full panic mode.

"Relax, baby," I said. "I don't know why you've been visiting me but you're always welcome up here."

"I - uh," was all that Debbie could manage.

"How long have you been doing this?" I asked. "Coming up here and peeking at me through the keyhole."

"Couple weeks," Debbie said, unable to look me in the eye.

"Why though? I mean, I'm an old man. Certainly there are plenty of young folks your age that would love to be with you. What was that guy's name? Jerry?"

"Yeah - we're not, you know."

I know that out in this rural area there isn't much for young folks to do. It wasn't like they had a lot of neighbors around here, and to be honest, Debbie is not a classical beauty by any stretch of the imagination even though she is my granddaughter. Still and all, she's cute. So that was what I asked her - why?

"Curious," she mumbled.

"Surely you've seen naked men before," I said, and she nodded.

"Why would you be interested to seeing an old wreck like me naked though?" I asked Debbie, who shrugged, but I knew the answer.

"If you want to see me," I said calmly as I undid the knot that held my towel around my waist, letting it fall to the floor. "You don't have to sneak around like this. Just ask."

Watching Debbie trying not to look at me was erotic as hell. It was like there were two forces working on Debbie; one making her head turn toward the ceiling and the other pulling her head down to look at my cock.

"Do you want to touch it?" I asked, lifting the meaty tool up for her, but she shook her head and took a step back. "I think you want to."

Debbie looked like she was hyperventilating, so I took a step backward and waited a minute. I started calmly pulling on my cock, stretching out the flaccid organ under Debbie's eyes. Apparently Debbie had given up trying not to look at my cock because she seemed hypnotized by me pulling on it.

"You're like - my grandfather," Debbie said.

"I know, but that didn't stop you from spying on me all this time. I don't know why, but it doesn't bother me. In fact, it would be nice if you let me look at you too," I suggested, feeling my cock start to tingle. "After all, I haven't seen an 18 year old girl naked in almost 50 years. Especially one as cute as you. Why don't you take off your blouse and stay awhile?"

Debbie actually brought her hands down to the bottom of the shirt, and for a minute I thought she was going to do it, but she let go and took a deep breath.

"Can't. I have to empty the dishwasher."

"Oh. Well, how about later then? You could always come back over."

"Mom and Dad go to bed around 9:30," Debbie said.

"I'll be here. Are you going to come back over?"

"Maybe," Debbie said, and I stepped back and let her run back to the house.


"Now where were we?" I said, smiling as I unsnapped the clasp and let my pajamas drop to my ankles, and I could hear Debbie exhale from across the room as my cock got her attention once more.

"Now I know you've seen these before," I told Debbie as I wiggled my cock a little.

"Yeah, but yours is so big."

Debbie sounded just like my late wife did over 40 years ago, and there's no denying that I'm very well endowed, not that it ever got me laid more than the average young guy. In fact, I think my John Holmes-like cock scared off more than it attracted, because many females just liked to look back in the day. Maybe Debbie was one of them.

The fact that I wasn't circumcised added to the visual effect, or so I had been told, and in addition, on a whim I had shaved my pubic hair off years ago as a protest to some of it turning grey, and it never really grew back, so now without the jungle all of my cock was all visible.

"You like big men?" I asked, and Debbie shrugged her shoulders.

"Would you like to see it get bigger?" I said playfully. "Lift up your nightie for me."

"Don't be shy?" I asked softly, my cupped hand pulling on my cock as I watched Debbie debate with herself. "As a matter-of-fact I've been thinking all evening about how beautiful you must be. Lift your nightie up for me. Just a little.

Debbie isn't much more than 5'2" or so, and she looked even smaller than that now. I could see her nipples poking at the fabric, and although she didn't have big breasts the nipples seemed large. How I wanted to see them - see all of her. Lift it up, I kept thinking, hoping that telepathically she would hear me. Slowly - painfully slowly - Debbie's hands took the bottom of the nightie and lifted it up from where it was on her upper thigh.

"That's it, baby," I said, sighing as the nightie came up to her waist, exposing a delightful triangle of rich dark brown hair.

"Oh, that's so nice," I exclaimed. "I was hoping that you weren't one of those girls that shave or wax. I don't like looking at little girls. I love the look of a woman. A real woman. Look what you're doing to me."

Debbie didn't have to be told, because she had been staring at my cock as it stiffened in my hand, and now I was nearly erect. I slid the foreskin down, exposing the head of my cock, and as I stroked myself I asked my granddaughter to lift the nightie higher.

Debbie's waist was a little bit on the thick side, and her hips were full as well, giving her a slight pear shape. Debbie lifted the nightie with a slowness that was almost painful, but she finally did it.

I smiled at the sight of my granddaughter's apple-sized breasts, and the crimson aureoles were plump and covered a great deal of the breasts.

Debbie finally lifted the nightie over her head and off, and now we were both naked, staring at each other from across the room. My cock hadn't been this hard in years, and I had to stop stroking it for fear I would cum. Now I just sprang around in front of me while I tried to get Debbie to come closer.

"That's it, Debbie," I said, holding my hand out and beckoning her to close closer. "There's nothing to be afraid of."

I held my arms open for Debbie, and when she got close I tried not to stab her with my cock. How special this was, hugging my granddaughter and feeling her soft skin as our naked bodies touched.

"You're so pretty, Debbie," I said as I looked down at my granddaughter as she buried her face in my chest. "You feel so nice against me. You're not a virgin, are you Debbie?"

"No," Debbie whispered.

"How many guys have you done it with?" I asked.

"You won't tell on me, will you?" she asked.

"Of course not," I said, and the thought that my naked granddaughter thought I held some sort of moral high-ground was amusing in a way.


"Four guys?" I said, trying to keep my voice level despite my surprise at her promiscuity. "Lucky guys. Classmates of yours?"

"One was," Debbie said. "The other three were older."

"Older? Like in college?"

"No. Older like, you know. You."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah. Kinda weird huh? Guys my age don't do anything for me."

"Anybody I know?" I asked as I tried to think of who around here was diddling my granddaughter.

"Probably. I can't tell you who though."

"I don't want you to," I said. "That wouldn't be nice. It's just funny that you would run into guys my age like that."

"I dunno. It just happened. This lady invited me to her house to show me something, and the next thing I knew, her and her husband were..."

"Her and her husband?" I said. "You mean, you've been with another woman?"

"You probably think I'm a slut. don't you Grandpa?"

"No, honey," I said. As I was about to reassure her about that, I suddenly cried out, "Oh!"

My exclamation came from feeling Debbie's hand wrap around my cock, which was at her side, and as she stroked it I had to fight to keep from erupting.

"Does that make your excited, Grandpa? Debbie asked as her hand slid up and down the shaft of my member. "That lady and man doing all sorts of naughty things to me? Stuff I didn't even know about?"

"Yes," I grunted.

Debbie looked up at me for approval before suddenly going to down to her knees.

"Omigod," I groaned when I looked down and saw Debbie kneeling before me, holding my cock in her fist, and when she started licking the tip of it while pumping the shaft with both hands I nearly lost it.

"Debbie!" I said. "I can't - gonna cum!"

My knees buckled as I felt my orgasm surged through my loins, a sensation so powerful that I almost fainted. My cock was erupting, spurting gobs of cum all over my little Debbie's face, and not only didn't see try to avoid it, she seemed to be trying to cover her face with my load.

I must have had that load saved up for years, because I kept cumming and cumming while Debbie's fists yanked on my cock savagely. Then Debbie put my cock in her mouth and started sucking on the head of my member, which seemed to inspire another wave of my orgasm.

Finally, I had to ease my butt down on the bed which luckily was behind me. Debbie was still on her knees, jacking me off and trying to stuff my deflating cock down her throat while my cum drooled slowly down her pretty face.

"Oh, Debbie," I said, almost having to yank her mouth off of my cock, and even after I managed to do that she kept pulling on the rubbery hose, seeming to be especially fascinated by my foreskin, which she kept nibbling on with her lips and teeth.

"Did I do good, Grandpa?" Debbie asked, looking up at me with her doe-like eyes out of place on her semen-encrusted face.

"I didn't mean to do that," I said, grabbing my pajama bottoms and wiping some of my semen off of her. "It's just been so long."

Debbie smiled and lifted up my limp cock, licking the underside before putting it in her mouth and moving her lips down the wrinkled shaft until her mouth was planted around the thick base of my shaft.

I shook my head as Debbie looked up at me before letting her lips slid back up to the tip. Obviously my little granddaughter had done that before to other guys, because she was doing things to my member that it had never experienced before.

"Get up here, baby," I said, reaching down and pulling her up onto the bed. "Let me see you."

Debbie had a mischievous look on her face, and when I brushed some of her curly brown hair from away from her cheek she giggled, pulling her hand back over her shoulders.

My eyes strayed to Debbie's underarms, which were exposed with the raising of her arms. I did what I had always wanted to do, letting the back of my index finger slide up and down the moist and lightly scented hollow, the pale skin I had gazed at this morning at breakfast now coated with a faint and dense 5 o'clock shadow.

"Grandpa!" Debbie said with a giggle, blushing but not lowering her arms, instead letting me continue to stroke her sweet armpits.

"You like that?" I asked. "You are a furry little thing."

"I shaved this morning."

"I know," I said. "I saw how soft and smooth they were this morning. I like it this way better. Your man friends ever do this to you?"

Leaning forward, I pressed my lips to her underarm, and after a brief giggle I heard Debbie say, "One did."

"How about this?" I asked, letting my tongue slide all over, savoring the light sand-papery feel against my tongue and ignoring the faded lavender scent of soap.

"Yes," Debbie laughed. "You old guys are really kinky."

"You're so sweet, baby," I said softly, moving over and taking her plump nipple in my mouth and feeling it swell and harden immediately.

Going back and forth, I sucked on her titties, kneading and massaging the perfect handfuls while Debbie held me close to her, her breath hot on my neck.

"Wanna fuck me, Grandpa?" Debbie asked, and even though her vulgarity shocked me, the words sent a chill down my spine.

"I can't honey," I said, pulling myself away from my granddaughter.

"It's okay," Debbie said, nodding furiously. "I won't tell."

"It's not that," I said, and at that moment that wasn't it. "It's just that, I'm an old man. I just had an orgasm. A wonderful orgasm."

"Don't you think I'm fuck-able?"

"Fuck-able?" I asked, never having heard that word, but if it was a word, Debbie surely was that. "Of course you are, it's just that I can't again - not that fast."

"Don't you have those pills?" Debbie asked. "The ones that give you four hour wood?"

"Viagra?" I asked. "No. Can't say that I've ever needed it. I'm up here all alone most of the time. What reason..."

"I need it, Grandpa," Debbie pleaded. "See?"

Debbie took my hand and brought it down between her legs, right the the thick jungle of hair between her legs. A jungle that was dripping wet around the opening.

"How about this?" I asked, moving her backward until the backs of her legs were against the edge of my mattress, and then she went down on the bed, falling on her back as I dove between her plump thighs.

I was like an animal, all thoughts of teasing Debbie with some erotic and sensuous foreplay disappearing as soon as the smell of her pussy hit my face. The musky stench that poured out from the lips of her hairy snatch filled my head as my nose went into her sex.

I was lapping - lapping at her like she was my first, and the more I ate her out the crazier I got, much of that emotion coming from Debbie's writhing on the bed as I ground myself into the bedding.

Hard. I was actually getting hard, and while I wasn't nearly as stiff as I was before, I was getting close. Quickly - or as fast as a guy my age can move - I got up on my knees and put my semi-turgid cock into her wet slit and pushed into her.

Tight. If I was rock hard it would have been easier, but once I got a little bit of me into my granddaughter, the tightness made me more erect, and by the time I had fully impaled Debbie I was tingling all over.

"FUCK!" Debbie screamed as started to thrust in and out of her, her facial gestures and rolling eyes making it clear what she was feeling, and soon I was thrusting in and out like a machine.

Debbie's teeth sank into my collarbone when she first came, her arms clenched around my neck as I pounded into her, and the wet squishing sounds that filled the room were overshadowed my Debbie's animal-like noises.

She came again a few moments later, a much calmer orgasm, and by then I was running out of gas. I wondered whether I should find out if she was on the pill or something, but my orgasm would not wait at the point, so I shot my load deep into her womb.

Probably not much of a shot of anything happening reproductively, I figured, well after popping my nut inside of her, but the thought of my seed going into Debbie gave me a lot of mixed emotions.

"Ooh!" Debbie cried out as my now-limp dick slithered out of her, but it wasn't by choice.

"I have to get back to the house," Debbie said, ending my gentle exploration of her body. "I'll be back tomorrow night though, if that's okay?"

"More than okay," I assured her.

"Look over at my bedroom window in about ten minutes," Debbie said before leaving, and I did just that.

I saw the curtain open and the light go on, with Debbie standing there naked in all of her glory. I stood there in the window naked as well, spreading the curtains as I turned the dim light on.

"Nasty girl," I said after watching Debbie put her left hand between her legs while her right hand squeezed her tit, and I started pulling on my cock in response.

Debbie smiled as she watched me playing with myself there, and it was getting interesting until I saw the back porch light go on. I dove behind the curtains as Debbie's mother came out to fill a bird feeder, and that ended the night as far as I was concerned. Tomorrow was another day, though, and I needed all of my rest to keep up with my granddaughter, that much was for sure.

Montag, 10. Februar 2014

Seducing her Father's Father

Written by MisterReason
The two people in the corner of the basement workshop could not have been more different. Robert Black, a 65 year old father of two and grandfather of 5, was quiet and reserved, and after retiring from his business had taken up a hobby, making birdhouses. Robert liked to work with his hands, and crafting the little houses kept his mind occupied.

The other person in the basement was Robert's granddaughter Courtney, a bubbly 18 year old blonde who was going to start college in the fall, with her whole life in front of her.

The birdhouses were the premise for Courtney to visit her grandfather down in his workshop, but in fact Courtney didn't real care much about her Grandpa's hobby. She was more interested in her Grandpa.


The little old man sat frozen on the stool, his breath ragged as he stared at his granddaughter Courtney, who was standing a foot in front of his face. Upstairs, Robert Black's wife of 42 years, Ella, was talking to the television, trying to prove that she was smarter than a 5th grader.

"What's the matter, Grandpa?" Courtney asked playfully. "Don't you think I'm pretty?"

"No," Robert wheezed, pushing his glasses back up his nose. "You're beautiful, but your - you know."

"My pussy?" Courtney asked, looking down at herself, having just slipped her shorts and panties down to show her grandfather her sex. "What's wrong?"

"You don't - you don't have any hair on it yet?" Grandpa Bob asked as he stared at the smooth mound inches from his face, the scent of her sex pouring into his nostrils.

"Course I do, Grandpa," Courtney replied. "I get it waxed. All my friends do. Hair is square. Don't you like it smooth? Feel it."

"I can't do that honey," Grandpa told her. "Besides, you shouldn't be showing yourself to me like this. What if your Grandma came down and saw you? This is very wrong."

"She never comes down here," Courtney said, reminding him that Grandma was afraid of spiders and anything else that might be lurking down there. "I know that, and besides, she was the one who sent me down here. She said you would like the company. Don't you like me around?"

"Of course I do," Bob said, his eyes fixed on the hairless entrance to her opening, a chasm that looked so innocent and tiny. "But not like this."

"You didn't mind looking down my blouse upstairs earlier when I bent over," Courtney replied, gesturing at the blouse that she had taken off minutes before, along with her bra. "They look even better now, don't they?"

"Yes," Bob sighed, the perky little cones jutting straight out, and the plump nipples that looked like strawberries seemed to beg to be sucked on.

"Feel it Grandpa," Courtney insisted, taking her grandfather's wrinkled hand and bringing it up to her pussy. "See how smooth it feels? I don't have hair anywhere besides my head. I get my pussy and legs waxed, but I shave my pits. See?"

Courtney posed for her Grandpa, sticking her titties out toward the old man while seductively running her hands through her short blonde hair. Bob's eyes went from her breasts to her underarms, which were as smooth as the area between her legs, where his hand had been placed.

"I'm really wet, Grandpa," Courtney said, easing her grandfather's hand into the fold, and Bob's hand jerked back when he felt the moistness at her opening. "I like it when you look at me like you do. I'm excited too. Here."

Courtney kept her grandfather's hand on her pussy while cradling his head with her free hand, guiding his face to her titty, and although he initially resisted, he finally gave in.

"Yes," Courtney gasped when she saw Grandpa's mouth take in her nipple, sucking on the plump nub while she let him nurse on her like he was a child. "You're excited too, aren't you Grandpa? I bet your dick is hard, isn't it?"

"Please don't, honey," Grandpa Bob begged, but while he could have just jumped up from the stool and gone upstairs, he didn't.

Instead, the senior citizen sat and did nothing while Courtney leaned over and pulled down his zipper. She was smiling as she reached in the fly of his baggy trousers, and when her hand worked inside of his boxer shorts, her smile really exploded.

"Oh Grandpa!" Courtney giggled. "You've got a big one, don't you?"

"No. Please," he pleaded as he watched his granddaughter pull his manhood out of the fly of his trousers.

"Look at you," Courtney sighed as she slid her hand along the 7" length of his cock, which seemed to be larger than she had expected. "You're so big and so hard."

The sight of Courtney's little hand sliding up and down his erection was disgusting to the senior citizen, but he could not bring himself to stop her no matter how repulsive he thought it must be.

"Where do you want to put your big dick?" Courtney whispered into his ear. "In my mouth or in my cunt?"

"No!" Bob said, pushing himself off of the stool and prying Courtney's hand from his member. "I can't."

Courtney looked at the pre-cum on the back of her hand and then at her grandfather's erection, still dripping as it swayed in front of him.

"I can't," the little old man gasped, although it was tough to tell whether he was talking to his granddaughter or himself.

"It's okay Grandpa," Courtney said, licking the white rope from her hand. "Don't be mad. Think about it. You know where to find me."

"I can't," Robert Black said while getting himself together, watching as Courtney put her clothes back on. "I'm not mad at you. It's just..."

"It's okay," Courtney said, giving her grandfather a peck on the cheek before heading upstairs. "You've got all week to decide."

Robert Blake sat back down on the stool and tried to get back to his birdhouse, but his mind was elsewhere. This was the first day of his granddaughter's visit, and this was one hell of a way to start.


The ticking of that bedroom clock was louder than ever, Robert Black thought to himself, although he knew that sound wasn't the reason he was unable to sleep. The reason was way down at the other end of the hallway. Courtney.

The evening had been torture, with his granddaughter being so innocent and helpful to his wife while they ate, yet teasing him whenever Ella wasn't watching. Courtney had even reached over and played footsies with him, working her toes up to his crotch as she sat looking like a little angel.

She had taken his cock out of his pants, and he had let her, and when she told him he had a big one her words had sent shivers throughout his body. It wasn't all that big, Bob thought, but as he looked down and saw the tent his erection was making in his PJ's, he sure was hard. He had achieved more erections in the last few hours than he had in the last year combined.

Those perfect titties of Courtney's were so firm and perfect, and she had actually put one of them in his mouth. As for that area between her legs, he had never seen one without hair on it, and while it seemed wrong, the memory of that smooth raised mound would not leave his mind.

There was only one thing to do, and Bob rolled onto his side, where Ella was. She was sleeping on her side facing the other way, and as Bob rolled over he eased against his wife, pressing his erection into the crack of her ample ass as he worked the nightie up to her hip.

He grabbed Ella's breast, squeezing the doughy globe a bit while leaning into her ass. His hand went down between Ella's legs, into the thick pelt of hair that grew in a wild triangle, and slipped a finger into her dry opening.

"Bob. Stop it," Ella said, dismissing his hand and rolling away from his erection as far as she good.

How long had it been, Bob mused, as he tried to think of the last time they had made love? Over a year, for sure, although Ella had given him a hand job once a few months ago. A pity hand job done just to get him off of her, Bob recalled.

So Bob looked over at the clock that now read 10:45, and wondered how long it would be before he could fall asleep.


"Kelly!" Courtney said excitedly into her cell phone as she told her best friend about what she had done that evening. "I did it! Well, not really, but I got him down in the basement alone and took my clothes off!"

"Of course he was interested," Courtney replied. "He had been checking me out all day, so after I took my clothes off he was drooling. He was so cute, trying not to look while checking me out. I had to put my tit in his mouth myself."

"Yeah!" Courtney said. "I put his hand on my cunt and like he looks all confused and asked me how come I didn't have any hair growing down there yet! Do you believe it? It's like - Grandpa, I'm 18, not 8! Duh! He's so cute."

"Anyway," Courtney continued. "He's so shy that I knew he wasn't going to do anything, so I pulled down his zipper and pulled out his cock. He was hard and like, I bugged out when I saw how big it was."

"He's only like 5'5" or something, you know what I mean? He's about my height, and he's skinny too, so when I pulled out his boner, I like couldn't believe it. He's not monster sized like your grandfather but he's still got probably 7"," Courtney explained. "Looks even bigger on his little bod! It's not real thick but the head of it is way fat. It's like a lollipop!"

"No, he's circumcised," Courtney lamented after her friend asked her about that. "I was hoping he was uncut like your Grandpa, because I want to do one of them some day. Anyway, he pushed me away just before I was about to go down on him, but I don't think he's going to be able to fight me off all week."

"I love you so much for turning me on to this," Courtney concluded, thanking her friend for the idea. "If you didn't tell me about you and your Gramps, I never would have had the nerve to try it. You're right. Old dudes are fun to play with. I'll call again if something happens. Bye Kelly!"

Courtney clicked shut the phone and plopped onto her back on the bed, running her hand up and down her pussy, which had become wet again just telling Kelly about her fun with Grandpa. Tomorrow was another day, and she made a vow to try even harder to seduce her grandfather.


At just before midnight, Bob Black had grown tired of the duet of the clock ticking and his wife Ella snoring, so he crept out of bed and went to the bathroom. He stood over the toilet, his cock still semi-erect, and managed to point his cock down far enough so he didn't make a mess.

After he finished, he shook his cock, and then shook it some more. The shaking turned to stroking, and in less than a minute his fist was wrapped around his member, giving it hard and fast strokes.

As he jerked off, the sound of the slapping skin echoing loudly in the bathroom, he couldn't help to think that a few hours ago it had been Courtney's little hand on his cock, her high school ring with the bright red stone sliding up and down while she jacked him off.

She had asked him if he wanted to put his cock in her mouth or her cunt - actually saying that word to him - and he would have actually had an orgasm if her stroking had continued much longer before he stopped her.

Bob happened to look up at that point, into the mirror in front of him, and was disgusted. A 65 year old man reduced to jerking off like a schoolboy, teased to the breaking point by an oversexed granddaughter that probably was getting fucked by every swinging dick in her neighborhood.

Robert Black crammed his dripping erection back into his pajamas and left the bathroom. He meant to turn left to go back to his own bedroom, but instead he turned right, down to the spare bedroom where Courtney was sleeping.

He stood outside the door, his forehead against the wood, listening to what he thought was music playing inside. The pounding was his heart, he realized, as there was no sound on the other side and no light peeking through the bottom of the door.

Courtney's asleep, Bob said to himself. Let her rest. They would have a talk the next day, and she would be told in no uncertain terms that what she had done down in the cellar was wrong, and he was just as wrong to not have stopped it from getting that far.

They would go to church together, maybe, and pray and ask forgiveness, and then never think about it again. Like it never happened, the entire incident would cease to exist.

Bob stepped back a bit, and then his hand reached for the doorknob. He turned it and just opened the door a crack, wanting to make sure that Courtney was okay. After all, he used to tuck her in every night back in the old days. The moonlight streaming through the curtains lit of the room enough for him to see his granddaughter safely under the sheet.

The door closed, and Bob leaned against the wood once more, only now he was one the other side.

"Grandpa?" Courtney said softly, sitting up in bed and pushing the sheet down. "I was so hoping you would come to visit me."

"Just wanted to make sure you were okay," Grandpa Bob said, his voice quivering and cracking.

"I am okay now," Courtney said as she put her feet down on the rug and stood up. "You wanted to see me again, didn't you Grandpa?"

Bob shook his head as Courtney lifted her nightie up over her head, and even in the moonlight Robert's fading eyesight could see every curve of her lithe body.

"Come here Grandpa," Courtney whispered, and like an extra in a George Romero movie, the senior citizen found himself taking the few steps over to his granddaughter. After he got there she dropped down to her knees on the rug, unsnapping his pajama bottoms and letting them fall.

"Got myself off before just dreaming about sucking your big dick, Grandpa," Courtney confessed, her hands stroking the shaft, and then she leaned forward.

"No!" Bob groaned as he watched Courtney's mouth open wide, her teeth only lightly grazing the plump glans as her lips moved over the head of his cock and slid down the shaft.

The senior citizen looked down at the blonde haired girl as her lips went nearly all the way down the length of his cock, her face disappearing in the grey cloud of his pubic hair briefly before pulling all the way back.

"No," Bob protested again as Courtney's lips slid all the way down his cock this time.

This wasn't what he wanted. This wasn't what he came in her for. Courtney - sweet woman/child - was doing things to him that were wrong, and the way she was doing it left no doubt that this wasn't the first time.

Her mouth was wet and warm as she swallowed his manhood, and her hand had his scrotum in a death grip, churning and kneading the long dangling sac as he fought a losing battle. Pulling away and stopping it, as he had done earlier, was not happening this time.

Instead, an orgasm with an intensity that brought back memories of his youth roared though his body, and although her tried to warn Courtney, she was now holding onto his bony butt as his cock erupted into his granddaughter's mouth.

Bob's knees buckled from the force of his orgasm, and although Courtney made a little choking sound, she kept sucking while her grandfather's cock kept jerking and spurting into her mouth, and she didn't let up until the prodigious member went limp in her mouth.

"It's okay Grandpa," Courtney was saying as she got to her feet and consoled her grandfather, who was sobbing softly. "You didn't do anything. It was me."

"No," was all Bob could say as Courtney led him over to the bed, and when she sat on the edge and pulled him down to his knees between her legs, it was clear what she wanted.

"Yes, Grandpa," Courtney said as she pulled Bob's nearly bald head into the valley between her legs. "Lick me. Lick me all over."

Bob's nose fell right into the pert fold, and he found himself licking Courtney's pussy despite how horrible it all felt. There was no justification to what he was doing, none at all. What would Ella say if she came in and saw him sucking their granddaughter's pussy like this?

The feel of her buttery smooth skin against his cheeks made it ever more perverted. So what if she was 18? She was still his granddaughter, and he had never so much as thought about her like this.

Her thighs were clenching Bob's head as he worked her clit like he used to do Ella's, and her body was thrashing around on the bed while she made muffled squeals that left no doubt she was cumming. Bob kept tonguing the very wet channel until he felt her body go limp and her legs let go of his skull.

"Grandpa - that was so good," Courtney said as she slid down on the floor with him. "You really know how to eat pussy."

Bob shivered when he heard the vulgarities come out of his granddaughter's mouth, but he did not resist when she wrapped her arms around him and ground herself into him.

"I want you to fuck me," Courtney said as she reached between her grandfather's legs and grabbed his flaccid tube, pulling and stretching on it while kissing him in a way that she never had before.

Bob accepted her tongue, and began dueling with it himself as he ran her hands up and down her soft skin.

"Are you on Viagra, Grandpa?" Courtney asked as she pulled on his limp dick.

"No honey," Bob said, and the very thought almost made him laugh. "Me and your Grandma - we don't - you know."

"You don't fuck anymore?" Courtney asked. "Grandma lays next to this big dick and doesn't want it?"

"No, honey," Bob said. "But regardless, you and I - we can't be doing..."

"Tomorrow night Grandpa," Courtney said, nibbling on his ear. "You and me. We're gonna do it. Go get some rest so you can put me through the headboard tomorrow night."


Robert Black made a point of avoiding Courtney as much as he could the next day, and since Ella had taken Courtney shopping with her, that meant he wasn't forced to look anybody in the eye most of the day.

Dinner was tough to handle, but Bob ate fast and made a hasty retreat to his basement birdhouse workshop after finishing. The senior citizen was busy working on the project he had been working on the night before when he heard the footsteps coming down the steps.

"Hi Grandpa," Courtney purred in his ear as she came up behind him, hugging him and grabbing his crotch. "Why so quiet all day? Saving up your strength I hope. I need to get fucked so bad."

"Why do you talk like that?" Bob asked his granddaughter as she moved over to lean on the work table. "The foul language."

"I dunno," Courtney said as she waved around a carrot. "If it bothers you I'll stop."

"Please do."

"You think I'm a slut, don't you Grandpa?" Courtney asked as she licked the pointed end of the carrot before biting it off.

"I'm in no position to judge anybody, Courtney," her grandfather said. "After last night."

"I've only fucked... I mean done it with 2 guys," Courtney explained. "I do suck a lot of guys off though. I love to give head. But as for doing it, you'll only be the 3rd."

"I won't be any such thing, Courtney," Bob said, glancing over at his granddaughter. "I have no... what are you doing?"

"Getting ready," Country said, giggling at the expression on his face when he saw what she was doing with the carrot.

Courtney had her shorts and panties pulled down, and had put her foot up on a box. The carrot had she had begun eating was now sliding slowly in and out of her sex, and after a few seconds she pulled out the glistening vegetable and showed it to her grandfather.

"You're bigger than this, Grandpa," Courtney said. "The other two guys I've had sex with weren't as big as you either. This is gonna be great."

"Courtney, I know this is a different age, but still and all grandfathers do not do things like that with their granddaughters."

"Sure they do," Courtney said. "My best bud Kelly has been doing her Grandpa for months. He waited until her 18th birthday and then gave her the present ever. She was a virgin until that night, but he popped her cherry. He fucked her in the pussy that night and rammed it up her ass the next night. He's got a big one too, like you do."

"This can't be," Bob said in confusion.

"Taste it," Courtney said, bringing in the carrot

to his face. "Smell it. Bite it."

The pungent aroma of her sex brought back memories of the night before, and like then Bob was powerless to resist, licking the tart carrot and then taking a nibble.

"Don't keep me waiting so late tonight Grandpa," Courtney said before going back upstairs.

"No," Bob said, about to warn her that he would not be making any nocturnal visits tonight or any other night, but she was gone.

Bob looked down at the bulge in his trousers and shook his head, disgusted at his granddaughter, his wife and mostly himself.


Ella's breathing told Bob that she was sleeping, but just to sure he waited a little while longer before slipping out of the bed and down the hall, his heart beating rapidly as he reached Courtney's door.

There was a night light on in the room tonight, and unlike the evening before, Courtney wasn't under the sheet but on the bed, kneeling with her legs spread. Between her legs, Courtney's fingers were spreading some sort of gel in and around her opening, and she was biting her lower lip.

"Want you so bad," Courtney said as Bob closed the door behind himself and turned the lock. "I want to see your cock, Grandpa."

Bob undid the snap of his pajamas and slid them around his semi-erection before letting them fall to the carpet. Courtney took a deep breath between her teeth when she saw her Grandpa's cock was almost hard, swaying in front of him as he moved toward the bed.

"You scared, Grandpa?" Courtney asked as she reached over and grabbed his cock, which became erect almost instantly, greasing the now fully engorged organ as she drew him close. "Me too."

Now Bob was being pulled down to the bed, and Courtney was putting his manhood between her legs, asking him to be gentle at first because she had a tight pussy. Bob looked down at the tiny channel his cock was rubbing into, and then he was pushing the fat knob of his member into that narrow fold.

Courtney squealed into Bob's ear as he eased his cock into her tight pussy, feeling his glans tear into her tender orifice almost as if she was a virgin as he impaled her with all of it before pulling it back out.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!" Courtney gasped as she thrust herself into her Grandpa with all of her might. "Fuck me with that big cock Grandpa!"

Even though they were both small people, the two of them filled the tiny guest room bed that Courtney had slept in all these years, and the bed moved with each thrust as Bob found a long forgotten rhythm and energy he didn't know he had, becoming 18 himself once more.

His thrusts were deep and not at all gentle, but Courtney was taking it and thrusting back, her pussy squishing each time her grandfather impaled her. She came, biting Bob's collarbone as her pussy clamped down around his organ, her squeals muffled as he continued to pound into her like a jackhammer.

Courtney was squeezing his ass hard, clawing at him as he continued to drive her into the mattress like a man possessed, while her eyes rolled back in her head as another orgasm roared through her.

"Yeah Grandpa!" Courtney hissed into his ear. "Fuck me. Fill my cunt with your cum."

Bob arched his back as his cock jerked inside of his granddaughter, filling her womb with his semen while she writhed on the bedding with his sweat raining down on her.

After he stopped cumming, Bob pulled up off of Courtney and pulled his deflating dick out of her pussy, the once pale opening now a ruddy pink, and the sight of his semen oozing out of his granddaughter made him shudder as he struggled to his feet mumbling, "What have I done?"

"That was the best, I swear!" Courtney said as she ran her hand up and down her mound, spreading the seed as she smiled. "You are so fucking - I mean so good it's scary. Kelly was right. You old dudes really know how to do it."