Samstag, 26. April 2014


Written by venuzian

They say "it's the quiet ones who will always fool you." Maricel was a quiet one. She was a petite 5'3" tall with beautiful thick, dark hair and eyes, full sensual lips, and the delicate but unmistakable womanly curves of a 27 year old Latina. Her hips were full and round and her breast still high and firm even though they were full of milk for her 2 month old baby boy Carlito. She had blossomed into a full DD cup from a neat but seductive C, since she had become pregnant and then a nursing mother. She leaked constantly. The baby had a healthy appetite but so did her husband Carlos. The effect of having the two insatiable men in her life made nature produce more and more milk for her to accommodate them.

Carlos was fascinated by her new tits. He sucked them fucked them and fondled them at any opportunity. But most of all he loved to milk them. Just days after the baby came; he would sneak up behind her and press his ever ready cock firmly into the crack of her behind, to hump her slow and deep. Then he would reach under her shirt, through her sleeves, or down her neckline and begin to hungrily massage her heavily laden breast. Maricel always cried out and begged him to stop because they were so tender, but he knew all he had to do was to move one of his thick hands down into her panties, then massage her fat clit to quiet her. Unlike many new mothers Maricel was usually wet and willing in spite of being tired.

After he had thoroughly massaged each breast he would hold the plump, mocha colored nipples between his fingers then pinch and pull just to see them squirt and get even longer. Then he would turn her around and wrap his hot tongue around each, and suck until his mouth was full of his son's breakfast, lunch, or dinner. It was selfish he knew but he thought that this was the one sacrifice his son could make for him, to make up for his years of sacrifice to come. As he sucked Maricel felt a pulling deep in her belly that seemed directly linked to her clit. Her pussy would get warm and start to contract.

"Fuck me Papi". She would hiss.

It was like clock work, her tits were his magic wands. Whenever he needed to get her in the mood fast, all he had to do was suck them. He loved the fact that he could make her come just from sucking the luscious tits. They'd had sex almost until the bitter end of her pregnancy. It was in her 7 month that he first felt her pussy clench on his cock and saw her tits spray at the same time. He was hooked. After that it became a game for him he didn't win all the time, but damn! He loved trying.

Maricel adored Carlos and loved being loved by him. He was her first lover and even she had been surprised to learn how much she enjoyed sex. Though she was devoted to him and even submissive by a modern woman's standards, it was actually Carlos who was the "Bitch" in bed. Luckily He had a skilled tongue and hands because he was somewhat lacking in the meat department. Left to his own devices his stroke was boyish and haphazard. So it was she who took control. She fucked him often, long and hard. She would grab his ass at the base of both cheeks and guide his direction, rhythm and speed just the way she wanted it. All the while she made him believe that it was he who was in control. As she squeezed his ass and gently moved him from side to side she wound her hips and thrust her clit against him.

"Right there Papi, right there. Papi you fuck me so good, toma Papi toma, take it Papi, fuck me hard!" She would scream.

When she felt that her pussy had been cleaned and polished to her satisfaction she would then take him to paradise. She wound her hips fast and then wrapped her thighs around his back. As she bore down hard on his dick, her pussy would then take off on its own clench and start to spasm. Deliriously, Carlos would start to beg

"Please mami, please Mariceeeeel!"

It was her devotion and violently convulsing pussy that had made him fall in love with his wife. He was convinced that she had been custom made for him. He had never experienced the tightness and intensity like that with any other woman, and he'd had more than a few.

The weeks following the birth of their son were challenging for the young couple. They were not supposed to have "intercourse so it was during this period they both mastered the art of oral pleasure. Carlos of course was obsessed with her tits, and at first it had been only he who ate her. But she was a dutiful wife and believed in keeping her man happy, so she learned how to properly clean his cock. Once again she was surprised at how much she liked it. Carlos gladly introduced some of his porn collection as "instructional video." She blushed and gagged a little at first but soon became as skilled at sucking his dick as she was at fucking him.

Finally the six weeks were up. Carlos was looking forward to his custom pussy again, but there was something different. Before it would violently suck and milk him to climax, but the perfect fit was gone. It wasn't quite as tight or as clenching as before. He suddenly started to resent his first born son. The loose fit made him painfully aware of his smallish dick. Maricel was satisfied just to have him inside her. She knew how to make herself come, but Carlos' embarrassment soon caused him to lose interest, even in the lovely huge tits. He spent more and more time at his job or in front of the TV. Maricel was quickly becoming a bored and lonely, horny desperate housewife.

Carlos Paternal grandfather had recently become a widower. He was in good health but lately depressed and anti-social. He wasn't at all the Abuelo the family was used to. Carlos had recently built a spacious new home in anticipation of his growing family, so at the suggestion of his brothers, they invited Abuelo to stay with them. It was their pleasure. He and Carlos were very close and Maricel loved him as much as Carlos did. Whenever she had disagreements with Carlos she could d always count on his grandfather to correct him or be on her side. He was patient, loving, strong and honorable. All the things a grandfather should be. It was amazing but at 72 he still looked remarkably like Carlos so Maricel was able to see what her handsome husband would look like in 40 years. He had a thicker body but it was still firm and strong. Carlos' skin was dark and his hair wavy. Abuelo had the same swarthy complexion with Salt and pepper colored waves and a bushy mustache.

Before the death of his wife, Abuelo was the life of most any party. He was loving and lovable, proud and respected by all who knew him. He was reluctant to move in with the young couple at first, but the new baby sealed the deal. Little Carlito seemed to give him a new lease on life. It was a pleasure to watch the tenderness in which he held his great grandson son. Most men hated to hold an infant that small but it was no problem for Abuelo.

Maricel nursed the baby wherever and whenever. She nursed him while watching TV, in the nursery in their bedroom on the patio etc., wherever she happened to be. Like many nursing mothers she would unceremoniously take out her breast and just feed her son on demand, not even the slightest bit aware that a glimpse of her tit would cause anyone embarrassment or discomfort. She and Carlos had been married for three years and she had even grown comfortable walking around nude. She understood that she had to make changes for Abuelo, but she felt it was quite natural and in fact her right to be relaxed in her own home.

Shortly after Abuelo arrived she and Carlos got into a loud "discussion" about her nursing everywhere. He decided that she should nurse the baby in the bedroom or nursery only. Normally she deferred to, and even obeyed her husband but just the thought of climbing the stairs with her now ten pound bundle of joy each time he was hungry, made her weary. So she resisted and offered a compromise. She would use a towel or scarf when she nursed the baby anywhere else in the house. Apparently Abuelo had seen her nursing and had discussed his discomfort with Carlos.

One morning when Abuelo had been out of the house at a doctor's appointment she decided to enjoy a few precious moments of privacy in her favorite nightgown. She wasn't yet ready to give it up , but her new tits had long outgrown it .Her nipples protruded in protest as the bra practically burst at the seems. She pulled one side of it down and started to nurse the baby while sitting in the recliner. In a minute she dozed off and woke up to find Abuelo entering the room as the baby contentedly sucked her swollen nipple .Both of them were embarrassed and Abuelo turned quickly to leave the room; but, he wasn't quick enough. Maricel caught a glimpse of a familiar bulge behind his fly.

She could often see the tube shaped outline of Carlos' hard on, but what she observed in Abuelo's pants was more of a mound, a very large mound. Maricel's pussy suddenly contracted and she felt heat. She was ashamed at the thought of being turned on by the man she called grandfather, but Maricel decided then that she wanted to know more about the large mound. She was curious, just curious. The truth was, that the sight of his hard on had served to remind her that her pussy had not been properly serviced in months, and Carlos' growing disinterest and frequent absences had helped to fuel the fire of her "curiosity."

Maricel knew that Abuelo routinely got up in the middle of the night to pee. She had bumped into him a few times when checking on the baby. For some reason maybe it was his sleepiness, he never closed the bathroom door all the way. Normally Maricel looked away in embarrassment as she heard the trickle of his urine. But that night she did not,and there it was; the source of the mound. Abuelo's meat was thick and heavy. His dick was a brownish, pinkish, purple with a huge plum shaped head surrounded by a deep ridge that separated it from a thick heavily veined shaft. Compared to Carlos' it looked slightly freakish. Finally Abuelo shook his friend, flushed the toilet, put him back into his old man pajamas then staggered back to his bedroom.

Maricel also went back to bed but her pussy was heated. Carlos lay snoring next to her. She reached into his shorts then bent over to put both his dick and his balls in her mouth. She loved sucking his dick to life. In a minute he was awake and erect. Carlos loved to have his dick sucked. As usual Maricel took charge and pushed him over on his back. Her pussy was dripping and already pulsing in anticipation. Still a little fuzzy, Carlos reached for her breast and started to squeeze her nipples. She positioned his dick at the entrance to her wet pussy and slowly slid down on his rock hard cock. She rode him fast and furious and then tried with all her might to get the familiar grip on his cock with no success. Damn motherhood! She thought. She desperately wanted her sex life back. Then she started to fantasize about the big cock she had just seen. She dismounted Carlos and sucked his dick hard, as if she would swallow him. Carlos shook and shivered came in buckets, then rolled over and went back to sleep. Maricel then masturbated herself to ecstasy while thinking about the nice fat cock on the sad old man down the hall.

Soon she was obsessed. She knew now about the source of the mound but, now she wanted to see it all, every inch. Just see it.

Abuelo regularly sat on the patio and had a cup of strong coffee with milk each morning after his walk. Maricel normally left an assortment of magazines on the patio table that she read while sunning or feeding the baby. Carlos was typical of most men in that he had a large collection of porn magazines that he thought he kept well hidden from her. She went through his stash and selected one with a cover that wasn't too raunchy but graphic enough to get an old man's juices flowing. She put it in the pile, but near the top. She watched from the window that overlooked the patio. He sat down in his usual chair wearing his usual distant expression then suddenly he put down the coffee and reached for the magazine. He looked slightly guilty but mesmerized. He slowly sipped his coffee then started to turn page after page. Soon he got up with the magazine in hand and left the patio. Maricel caught a glimpse of the mound in his trousers again. She went downstairs to the guest bathroom near the patio and stood outside. She could hear light rustling and then a low moan. Abuelo was "self pleasuring" The thought of him jerking his heavy thick meat made her ravenous and her pussy began to throb. Finally she admit to herself, that it was her intention to have the big dick inside of her.

She realized that Abuelo had been more that just embarrassed by seeing her breast, they had aroused him. So after Carlos left for work one morning she "accidentally" forgot her nursing towel. When Abuelo came down for breakfast the baby was peacefully sucking an artfully exposed tit, and the other was only partially covered. She pretended not to see him, then pulled her top down and moved the baby to the other nipple so that both were in full view. Then very slowly and sensuously she rubbed and lightly pulled the long, still dripping spent nipple as if to soothe it. Abuelo cleared his throat. Maricel then feigned embarrassment and pulled up her shirt. She checked for the mound. There it was again, even a little larger than usual. For a few days she continued to leave a dirty magazine or two in the pile on the patio table.

On a day that Abuelo went to the doctor, shortly before he was due back; Maricel showered and put on just her usual short terry cotton robe. It had no tie. She went downstairs, closed the blinds then put one of Carlos' Porn movies in the player and wound it to the nastiest part. She lay on the sofa and waited. Shortly she could hear Abuelo's car pull up outside. She heard him step inside the house. When she heard him walk toward the family room, she pressed play, then closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep as the porn stars vigorously fucked and sucked on the 32 inch screen. When he got closer her eyes were still closed as she opened her creamy thighs wide and shifted her body so that he would get a glimpse of her silky wet pussy and bulging clit.

"Maricel!" He shouted in surprise

She opened her eyes wide in pretend embarrassment, and then sprung to her feet off the couch and up the stairs while holding her robe together. She left it to him to turn off the movie, which she knew he would not know how to do.

This was the time of day he sat on the patio again and had a shot or two of Rum. She could hear him go to the bar, but he did not go out to the patio. Instead he stayed to watch the movie. He poured himself a little rum and then a little more. Soon he had the bottle on the table beside him. Maricel watched him from the shadows of the stairs as he started to relax and then began rub his mound. He looked hypnotized by the movie. Suddenly he raised his hips, unzipped his fly and took out his beautiful cock. Finally, there it was; in all its glory. She had always heard that old men had mashed potato dicks and flabby nuts. Abuelo was living proof that it was not always true.

Fully erect his cock was spectacular. True his sack was a little loose, but the purple head was tight and shiny and it looked hard and determined. The veins on the shaft were long and thick. She watched in awe as he jerked off. Her pussy was getting wetter and it tightened with every stroke he made. Before she knew it, her hand was rubbing her slippery pussy to match his rhythm. Just as he was nearing the finish, Carlos pulled into the driveway. Maricel had not realized it was so late. Abuelo not knowing how to turn of the tape just turned off the TV and shoved "El Negro" back into his pants. By now he was more than a little high and the rush for him to regain his composure was comical. Maricel almost laughed out loud.

She yelled down to Carlos that she hadn't made dinner yet because of a headache. He quickly made a sandwich then went upstairs to clean up and nap. Maricel went down to the family room where Abuelo was finishing his drink. The movie was still running in the player. Maricel removed it and asked if he had finished watching it he looked embarrassed but shook his head no. she put it in the case, gave it to him, she took advantage of his drunkenness and let him see her look down at his crotch which was still ridiculously distorted.

She winked and said, "Mañana"

He laughed good naturedly and took the tape. After seeing Abuelo, Maricel was restless and her pussy throbbed all evening. She knew that a little dick sucking would get her at least a token fuck by Carlos, but she wanted more than a token fuck. She wanted to be fucked hard and fucked very well. She decided that was the night.

She got up to check on the baby at about the time she knew Abuelo went to the bathroom. As usual he staggered toward the toilet and then back to bed. But this time Maricel was there in bed waiting for him. She lay very still under the covers on the side where he never slept. He got in bed again and got comfortable on his back. Maricel reached over and first put a hand over his mouth, and the other on his crotch. Quickly she reached inside his pajamas and dug out the fat limp cock. Very rapidly she began to squeeze and jerk, squeeze and jerk until it started to grow hot, long, and firm. His eyes were wide in surprise, and Maricel could hear the heavy thump of his heartbeat.

"Maricel, no, no Maricel, Maricel no." He begged in a hoarse whisper as he removed her hand from his mouth.

He attempted to remove her hand from his crotch, but his heart wasn't really in it and Maricel was persistent. Her persistence paid off. Soon her pumping had the fat cock as hard as she had seen it earlier that day.

"No Maricel No," he said again, as she climbed up to straddle him.

She positioned the thick dickhead right where she needed it and lowered herself onto him. She was crazed with lust and could barely stop. For a full minute her hips drove her silky wet pussy round and round and back and forth on his fat plum.

"Please Maricel please no" He still begged.

"Please Papi I need you." She leaned to whisper in his ear.

He started to push a little harder than before. She braced herself by holding on to the headboard and squeezing him between her thighs. Then in order to gag him, she squeezed her left breast and forced the fat leaking nipple between his lips. Then she held his face to make him take it, as she continued to rub her soaking wet pussy on his dick. That did the trick. He was even greedier than Carlito. Soon he was licking and sucking, squeezing and pulling her nipples like a hungry mad man. They were the perfect distraction. Now she could get down to business.

Abuelo would be only the second man she had ever been with. And truthfully she was foolish to believe that she would enjoy a dick that size after having only Carlos all these years. But her horniness made her greedy. Maricel watched closely as he continued to indulge himself in her milky tits. She reached behind her, grabbed his dick again and placed the fat plum at the door to her pussy. She was as slippery as hell, so she missed once or twice, but then finally she got it right.

Abuelo was still enjoying her tits; but when she started to slide her velvety pussy down onto his meat, he instinctively stopped sucking and reached down to grab and guide her hips. At first it felt as if his fat dick would rip her apart then soon she felt full and satisfied as she just let him soak for a minute. She clenched her pussy just to try him on for size. He let out a moan the same way that Carlos used to moan. She knew then that his dick had found a new home. She fed him the other tit. He sucked as well as Carlos and when she began to feel the familiar sensation deep in her belly and clit, she closed her eyes, sighed ecstatically then proceeded to rock gently on the monster cock. Soon she was moving faster and in spite of his girth, she was fucking him as furiously as she had always fucked Carlos. She rocked and clenched, rocked and clenched. Her pussy was handling the big dick just fine. She leaned forward and rested on her palms so that he could suck her breast in comfort. The combination of his tenderness, passionate tongue, and total surrender, were incredible. He treated her breast with the love and admiration they deserved. This in turn made her feel womanly for the first time in a very long while. She leaned over and gently kissed his forehead in gratitude, as she continued to rock and clench.

The fat cock slid easily in and out of her. She then wanted him to fuck her. She wanted to feel the thick dick push hard and deep inside her. She could milk him even better that way she thought. She climbed off him and lay on her back. Abuelo looked somewhat puzzled.

"Please Abuelo." She whispered as she opened her thighs and spread the lips of her pussy.

He watched as she slowly massaged her slimy clit, then moved her hips up and around in circles to both beg and tempt him. He got the hint quickly. He stood up briefly to remove his pajamas then very quietly he closed and locked the bedroom door. He looked at her hungrily and bent over to slowly lick her clit just once, through his ticklish broom of a mustache. Maricel loved the sensation and prayed that he would continue, but in an instant he was on his knees between her thighs. He brushed her fingers away and carefully placed his fat plum at the door to her pussy. He lifted her hips by wrapping her knees around his elbows then he pushed himself all the way inside her in one firm steady stroke. Maricel was very impressed by the old man's strength.

At first his rhythm was uneven and stuttered as one would expect of a 72 year old, but very soon his thick cock was doing a smooth and graceful, but very mannish dance deep inside of Maricel's grateful pussy. Maricel rolled and pressed her hips to meet him. He was fucking her hard just the way she liked it. She thought HE would cum quickly, but then she felt her own body tense and her pussy violently sucking his dick. She wanted to scream, but remembered her husband sleeping only yards away. She stifled her screams into a low lusty moan. Then swoosh! Her tits showered Abuelo in a spray of her sweet milk. Swoosh! Again more milk. His chest hairs were dripping, and he began to fuck her even harder and deeper at the sight of the spray and the feel of her hot wet pussy furiously sucking him.

Maricel was delirious as her pussy still pulsed, but for the first time she thought about birth control. She had to be careful, but this was indeed a special occasion and she wanted to make sure she blew his mind. She knew without a doubt that she would soon need more of the good juicy dick. So just for insurance, as he was beginning to pant and hiss and bang her unmercifully, very abruptly she stopped winding her hips, untangled her legs and firmly pushed him off her. He looked impatient and puzzled once again but not for long She moved down on the bed got on her knees grabbed his meat and put as much of his big dick in her mouth as she could. She lovingly sucked the plum like it was her favorite hard candy. Then she paid special attention to the ridge underneath. She let her wet tongue slowly lick deep in the crevice while she jerked and squeezed him with one hand and rolled his balls between her fingers with the other. The plum made her gag but she sucked the length of his shaft hard, soon Abuelo began to fuck her face. She pulled him out of her mouth just as he started to cum and placed his fat dick head deep between her tits. She squeezed them tightly around his cock and milked him for every last drop of cum. For the finale she took one last long hard suck on his cock, and then slowly caressed the slit of his plum with one of her long, wet nipples. Back and forth, back and forth she rubbed the hard, wet nipple on his dick head until he was practically whimpering. She got up to press and squeeze each dripping tit into his mouth one more time, and then she hugged him goodnight.

"Hasta mañana Abuelo?" She asked in a whisper.

"Hasta mañana." He sighed.

Javier Moreno lay there in the Darkness his body celebrated satisfaction, but his mind was consumed with guilt. Well maybe not consumed, but a little troubled. Finally he'd had Maricel. He never knew how it would happen but he always knew that it would.

It had been two months since he had come to live with his grandson Carlos and his wife Maricel. He loved Carlos more than his own sons, and his wife Maricel truly felt like a granddaughter. At first he felt that he would be uncomfortable living there but from the start they made him feel very welcome and reminded him often that he was an important member of their household. They were glad for the help and attention he gave their new son and having a live in babysitter was great. Abuelo was a gentle, caring and skilled grandparent. As the eldest child, he had been his mother's right hand as she raised him,and his 6 brothers and sisters.

As expected there were occasional awkward moments in the house. It had been years since he lived with anyone other than his recently deceased wife Rosa, so there were adjustments for everyone all around. He and Rosa had raised 3 sons and his wife had always dressed modestly in their home, a habit she never broke until the day she died. So it was surprising to see Maricel so free and casual in what she wore around the house. Also he had been embarrassed more than once when he walked in on her nursing, or happened upon the young couple in a lustful embrace. His grandson he learned was quite horny, and it wasn't unusual for him to catch him with a hand in Maricels's underwear, his cock grinding her ass, or see her pressed against a wall as he hungrily sucked her beautiful tits.

No space was sacred. He had interrupted them in the kitchen, family room, patio laundry room. Absolutely every corner of the house. They apologized of course, but what surprised him was to see how hot and agreeable Maricel was for a woman who had just delivered a baby. His wife Rosa rarely wanted any thing from him but hugs and kisses for months after she had delivered their children. Over the years he had just learned what to expect and had formed a loving relationship with his right hand. But he was jealous to so often see Carlos' right hand buried deep in Maricel's crotch, massaging the place he had so loved to caress on Rosa. And he was amazed that she seemed as desperate as Carlos to be satisfied.

He would see her hurriedly put the baby down after a feeding, and then hear the door to their bedroom close. Soon the raucous muffled screams and moans that came from their love den would make his dick hard. He'd honestly been a little concerned at first he knew it was too soon after the birth for fucking. He finally summoned the courage to ask Carlos about it. With a wink Carlos explained that they never actually fucked but that their were very creative in other ways they had of pleasing each other.

He was embarrassed to admit it but he had never actually tasted a woman until Maricel... And he'd had his dick sucked only once by an ugly hag of a prostitute who solicited him when he was in the military. The taste did not impress him, but he found the scent of Maricels hot pussy intoxicating. Early in the mornings before she showered; as she moved through the house to iron her husband's shirt or prepare his lunch, he would often smell her. It was the familiar musky aroma of a woman in heat who had only just been satisfied.

He envied the young couple and their raging hormones. It had been years since he had enjoyed a woman. Rosa had been sick 3 years before she died; and truthfully he had never even considered another. That is until he saw Maricel in her sheer nightgowns, short robes and tight t-shirts that flaunted her fat nipples begging to be sucked. What truly made him ache was having seen milk drip from the fat nipples down onto Carlos' chin. More than once he had seen it from the shadows and was green with envy as he sucked and fondled her voluptuous breast. As he watched from the stairs, he had even seen Carlos fuck them late one night as they lay on the sofa watching TV. He was surprised to see that Carlos wasn't as well endowed as his sons, and it made him cringe to see his grandson's puny cock slide in and out of the warm tunnel Maricel made for him between her tits. What a waste he thought.

He started to rub himself as he watched her rhythmically lick or suck the head of his cock each time it reached her chin. On nights like that he went to his room and jerked off hard as he imagined it was he who worshiped at her breast. He had found a pair of Maricels underwear in the hall bathroom and kept them under his mattress for those nights.

Since it took a little while for the young couple to get used to Abuelo around the house, he had even seen Maricel naked once or twice. Once she had not closed the door to her bedroom and he watched and masturbated from a corner of the hall as she slowly rubbed lotion on her body. Another time he spied her completely nude bending over a basket of laundry. He saw what he thought had to be the world's most beautiful pussy protruding between a heart shaped silky ass. It was amazing to him. To have such a creature so close to him in the flesh. He had owned his share of porn magazines but to view her perfection so up close and personal overwhelmed him. Though he was sometimes curious, he had been very content with Rosa his wife and childhood sweetheart. But now he had to admit, he'd wanted Maricel badly; and whatever he really wanted, usually came to be. Not always by his design, but events just seemed to arrange themselves to fulfill his deepest desires. Some things came fast and others slowly but Javier Moreno was a patient man used to having his way.

He found her ploys to seduce him amusing. It was hard for him to believe she thought he needed any help at all. He was grateful for the porn magazines for when he moved he had trashed his ancient collection. He also enjoyed the porn movie. He had always wanted to see one but had been too embarrassed to ask. He often heard his sons discuss them over Rum in the men's corner of family gatherings but they thought their father too pious to share them with him. As Javier watched the movie he could see from the corner of his eye that Maricel watched as he jerked off. He was drunk but not that drunk, and he was grateful that his splendid old cock "fully" cooperated that day and gave her a good show; but most of all he'd enjoyed the good,long look she gave him at her juicy cunt.

He knew that Carlos had been "sleeping on the job lately" because he left early in the morning and he no longer heard the screaming, moaning, squeaky mattress chorus coming from their bedroom. He knew enough about women to tell by her mood that Maricel was not being satisfied. He thought his Grandson's neglect of his beautiful wife rather stupid. For years he had heard about the extramarital exploits of his son Raul, Carlos' father and he was pretty sure that his grandson was also on the prowl. He guessed that Carlos assumed his sweet Maricel did not have the time or even the inclination to cheat on him and that his grandfather would be the perfect watchdog in the event any man even thought about coming to his home. Ahhh... the simple minds of young men Javier thought. Living with his wife for 50 plus years had taught him never to underestimate anyone especially a woman. The more quiet, the more unassuming, the more surprises.

The only problem now that his body was satisfied, was how he could make peace in his mind with their fucking; and if necessary how he would explain it to Carlos or the family heaven forbid. He Cherished his family,and his good reputation. The love, honor, esteem and respect in which they held him was pretty much all he had at this stage of his life. He trusted Maricel and knew she valued her marriage, but he had been around long enough to know that often "things" came out He knew that Maricel believed that she had used him, but the truth was, that he wanted and needed her just as much. They had used each other.

Luckily Maricel was very much a woman. The morning after, she saw Carlos off, fed the baby and came to his room. It was about eight O'clock. Normally he would have been up, but after almost a full hour of fucking the night before he needed the rest. His back was to the door as she entered quietly and came over to sit on the bed.

"Abuelo, are you OK?" She whispered meekly.

"Yes Mija I am fine." He said turning around to face her.

"Are you angry with me Abuelo?"

"No Mija, we both did it, and we both enjoyed it, no?" He winked.

" Le diste a un Viejo un noche de felicidad "

(you gave an old man a night of happiness)

Maricel was relieved. His easy going nature was what made her love him so much.

"I hope you don't think I'm a puta but I am so lonely for my husband. Carlos hasn't touched me for weeks. We used to have sex all the time now he avoids me. What did I do Papi, Why is he like that? I miss him so much."

"Sometimes things change after the babies come but they will come together again, give it time I promise." He said.

"But what could I do Abuelo? I don't want to go to some strange man in the street and have to worry about disease or being disrespected or maybe even killed. I'm lonely Abuelo I know you understand. You and Abuela were so close."

Javier was no fool he knew the sound of horny desperation when he heard it; but he appreciated that she at least made an effort to ease his mind and speak the thing that was on his heart and not just selfishly plead her own case.

Yes! That was it. That is what he would tell himself, or Carlos or the family. It was loneliness he needed companionship, a warm body, the love of a woman, he missed his wife. After all he was a sad old man on the brink. Perfect. It was so obvious he was ashamed not to have thought of it himself.

The truth was Rosa had NEVER rocked his world the way Maricel had that night. Rosa had been very receptive to him and occasionally, even inviting; but she had never lusted for, and stalked him the way that Maricel had. It made him feel desired and more virile than he had ever felt before. He was 72 years old, and he and Rosa had done their share of fucking, but he didn't think his dick had ever been as hard as it had been inside Maricel. He had never had a woman claim his cock and ride him to ecstasy. He had never tasted tits so sweet, nor had a pussy suck his cock so violently. His wife had never let him drink from her breast, the milk she lovingly hoarded for their babies. Nor had he ever seen her spray her sweet milk as her pussy sucked him to satisfaction. And he actually felt foolish to realize than in over fifty years of marriage he had never even thought about fucking his own wife's beautiful breast, and spilling his seed between them.

Javier Moreno felt brand new. If his grandson wanted to be a fool, so be it. It was his loss. He was going to live until he died and he decided then that Maricel's pussy was the key to life.

She seemed to read his mind as she reached for his hand. Javier thought it was just to console him. Instead she gently parted her pussy lips and pressed the edge of his index finger into her already moist slit. She had on only a long thin robe that wrapped tightly around her curves. She opened it so that he could see she was nude then very slowly she moved his finger up and down her warm pussy. Then just as slowly she lifted his finger to her mouth and sucked off her juices. His cock grew hard as she moved his hand back to her mound. He felt more and more wetness as she continued to slide his finger against her clit. Then she held his wrist and squeezed her thighs together tightly around his hand. She closed her eyes in ecstasy and fucked his palm until he practically felt steam escape from her cunt. Then She removed the tie from her robe. Her beautiful tits with the swollen mocha tips came into view. She put his other hand on her breast and leaned over to let him suck. He gladly obliged. Soon Carlito's milk dripped from his grandfather's chin.

Maricel moaned and begged him to suck the other too, as she continued to rub herself against him. But it wasn't long before Maricel was on the bed preparing to straddle him again. She threw off her robe and leaned over to tease him by swinging her fat nipples close to his lips .He grabbed both and began to alternately suck them the way she had begged him too. He sucked her milk and chewed each nipple ever so lightly then he let his jaws pull as his heavy tongue danced in circles around her aureoles. Maricel started to moan.

"I'm gonna cum Papi, Abuelo I'm cumming."

She said, as if she were trying her best to control it.

He stopped sucking abruptly, and looked down at her tense thighs

"Nena, mas lenta. Espéreme mami." he cooed urgently as he stroked her back.

(slow down baby, wait for me mami)

She was quite the fire cracker, but he would not be denied. He reached down, tore open his pajamas and grabbed his cock. Quickly he jerked his meat to get it fully erect. He lifted Maricel by her waist and reached under her to push his fat cock into her swelling cunt. Her body stiffened and it was hard to push the plum in as it convulsed, but he managed and the sensation was heavenly. It felt as if her pussy had sucked him in.

"Stssssssssssss Ay," he hissed, closing his eyes ecstatically.

"Amo esta chocha dulce."

(I love this sweet pussy)

He grabbed her hips and pushed her silky cheeks down firmly into his crotch. Just once, he thrust hard into her pussy. Then he barely moved, he watched her grind a minute, he wanted to hear her beg.

"Fuck me Abuelo, fuck me, fuck Me!" She screamed, as she panted, bucked, and wiggled feverishly on his Dick.

He pumped himself inside her then reclaimed her tits. He sucked and licked and teased her plump nipples until they were red and even thicker Maricel moaned and pressed her pussy down hard on him. Swoosh! There it was again. Swoosh! The sweet milk. He thought he felt his dick swell her pussy hugged him so tightly. The sight of her spray made him crazy. He flipped her over and the old man started to pound her even harder than he had the night before. His only regret was that he could not fuck her hard and suck her sweet tits at the same time, He just couldn't get enough. Maricel continued to scream as she came again from Javier's relentless pounding.

"Ay...Ay, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me Abuelo, fuck meeee! She panted in desperation. I love your big dick. Damelo Papi!"

"¿te gusta esto, te gusta esto nena?"

(do you like it, do you like it baby?)

He cooed breathlessly in her neck as he stroked harder, faster and wound his hips to get every inch of his cock inside her.

"tel mí otra vez cuánto te gusta mi guevo grande, dígame nena."

(tell me again how much you like my big dick baby)

"I love your big dick Papi, It feels so good in me, fuck me Papi, fuck me hard, please fuck me!"

He got up to rest on his palms and look down at his thick dick moving in and out of her greedy cunt. Then he did a slow wind over and over again. His winding got him deeper in her pussy, but he also had a little bit of a belly that he used to stroke her clit each time he wound. As he watched, she reached down and parted her pussy lips to make sure his belly never missed. Abuelo smiled and wound his hips harder.

Maricel couldn't believe the old man felt so good. Carlos didn't have that move in his repertoire. Suddenly she felt her pussy contract again and a sudden flood between her thighs. She realized it was her own cum. She had never experienced that kind of orgasm before. She moaned as her body jerked. Abuelo smiled again smugly but didn't stop. Apparently the old man had a few tricks up his sleeve.

"Yo amo esta chocha dulce nena. Lo quiero para sólo mí. ¿Puedo tenerlo nena? ¿Puedo yo?" he panted.

(I love this sweet pussy baby. I want it all for myself. can I have it baby?)

"Si,Papi si siempre que lo quieres." She answered.

(Yes, papi yes whenever you want it)

Maricel moaned again and wrapped her thighs around his back. Then the old man got in high gear, a serious mad stroke. Suddenly his body tightened, then swoosh! He emptied his throbbing sack deep into her pussy. He relaxed and enjoyed it he knew she'd be unlikely to get pregnant while still nursing.

Javier felt alive, truly alive for the first time in years.

For months after their first night together he and Maricel fucked regularly. She loved the freedom to walk around the house nude or scantily clad again. During the day Abuelo gladly filled in for Carlos by playing in her panties, grinding his fat cock between her ass or pinning her against a wall to eat her pussy or milk her luscious tits. They were like a vitamin tonic for each other. His doctor was amazed at Javier's increasing level of fitness and especially the strength of his heart. Abuelo took the opportunity to ask about Viagra. After all Maricel was no wimp he had to keep up.

Just a small dose turned their encounters into sessions. A session in the morning, when Carlos left for work. Again in the afternoon before he came home and sometimes an "emergency" session late at night, or in the wee hours of morning. Abuelo would walk by her and Carlos' bedroom door in his heavy slippers, peek in and whisper for her to "check on the baby" She was always ready. As Carlos snored in his empty bed, Abuelo fucked and sucked his wife's pussy until she begged him to stop. When she needed him, she would go into his room, quietly close and lock his bedroom door; climb into his bed and begin to work on his cock.

Maricel got a kick out of teaching him things, and they enjoyed watching Carlos' porn movies and acting out what they saw. Maricel liked to close the blinds and draw the curtains in the family room to create a makeshift porn theater. Abuelo would sit in his favorite chair, she would pour him a little Rum, then wind his favorite movie to the blow job scene. As he sat in the dark and watched the porn queen clean a cock, Maricel would kneel between his legs and clean his. The very first time she used him like a straw. As he was cumming she sucked hard and drained him of every last drop of his milk. She thought he would lose it. He actually had to put his glass down and hold on to the chair. They laughed about it for weeks.

Abuelo soon became a pussy eating connoisseur and learned to fuck in ways he had never imagined. His favorite was eating her after she got comfortable leaning over the back of the sofa. He had never forgotten the beautiful view of her perfect pussy he'd seen by accident that day. First he would just root in the folds of her crotch to savor her scent. Then he would slowly lick the length of her slit until she was soaking wet with his spit, and her own juices. Last he would squeeze just the tip of his tongue between the plump lips and work on her clit from the bottom. She loved it, and as usual she would soon beg him to fuck her. He would tease her a while with his fat plum then plunge hard into her sizzling pussy from the back. He loved to fuck her slow and deep that way, as he lifted her just enough to hold and squeeze her leaking tits, play with her nipples and finally catch the spray when her pussy began to clench.

To get them through the weekends or days that Carlos was at home, they would occasionally have a quickie in back of the garage or some dim unused corner of the spacious house as Carlos watched TV. Sometimes when they passed each other in the hall Maricel would grab Abuelos crotch, unzip his fly and drop to her knees to suck him dry. Or he would would wait for her in the large linen closet and drag her inside as she passed to lift her dress or pull down her pants and press his already hard meat between her welcoming thighs. Fortunately Maricel rarely wore underwear nor did it take long for her pussy to get hot and wet. They quickly learned how to make each other come hard and fast.

There was no burning passion or flaming romance between them, only raw lust and genuine affection.

There was also nothing as peaceful as coming home to an already contented woman. So as Abuelo had promised, Carlos soon grew bored with his extra curricular activities, and decided to work on improving their sex life and rebuilding their marriage.

Abuelo grew more and more energetic and confident in his lovemaking ability. He soon met a nice, but ever horny 60 year old lady whom he eventually married.

For a few years afterward Abuelo and Maricel still met in secret to "comfort" each other through a crisis, or "celebrate" an occasion only they knew about. As far as they knew, no one in the family ever learned they were lovers. 

Donnerstag, 10. April 2014

Granddad's Discovery

Writen by standingstones 

Since my wife died eight months ago, I had been pretty lonely all by myself. Things changed when my granddaughter Emily came to visit me. Emily was a student in college and I mainly got to see her during summer break. She just finished her junior year at school and was now home for the summer. Emily came over to my house one Saturday morning to give me a hand with my house chores. Emily had ripened into a beautiful woman. She had her mother's large breasts and wide hips. Emily also liked to wear tight fitting clothes when she visited me. I wasn't sure if this was just her normal way of dressing or if she was trying to turn on her grandfather a little bit.

We were in the kitchen washing dishes. Emily had taken to rub up against me as we did our work. She was wearing a tight t-shirt with no bra on underneath. I could easily see her big nipples popping through. Emily also had on the shortest, tightest shorts I had seen on a woman in some time. If I looked closely enough I thought I saw camel toe pussy showing as well. After one more time that she rubbed against me I asked her a question.

"Emily, are you trying to turn your old granddad on?"

"What if I am?" she countered.

It was one of those moments I wonder about now. I reached out with my hand and grasped at one of her breasts. Emily's eyes got big and she let out a sigh. I didn't let go, but I started to massage that huge tit. Emily pulled closer to me and our lips met. I felt like I had no control now. I knew this was so wrong but I couldn't bring myself to stop. I took both my hands and tugged up on her shirt, pulling it up over her head. Emily's tits came free of the material and were resting on her chest.

We just looked at each other for a moment and I lowered my mouth to a nipple. I began to suck and chew on the tips of each one. Emily didn't object or fight me in any way. She brought her hands up into my hair and basically urged me on. Those nipples responded to all my sucking. They got hard in no time. Emily was breathing hard now. I felt her hands working on my belt, trying to free it up. My pants were soon around my ankles and my underwear soon followed. Emily let out a gasp.

"God granddad, your cock is so huge!" Emily said.

My cock was raging hard by this time and standing straight out. All eight inches of it were rock solid and the crown of my cock was leaking pre-cum. I put my hands on Emily's shoulders but she didn't need my urging her. She went to her knees and took hold of my raging member. She brought it to her lips and began to lick the head.

I thought I was going to blow my load right there. It had been eight months since my wife died. There hadn't been much sex since that day. Emily then started to go down on me. She was working on my cock an inch at a time. It wasn't too long before she was deep throating me. I can't remember the last time when my cock felt like this. A few minutes of this and I had Emily stand up. I didn't want to waste my cum quite yet. We stripped off our remaining clothes and made our way back to my bedroom.

I had Emily lie down. I was observing her. Her pussy was glistening with wetness. She had her legs spread wide and she was rubbing her fingers across her clit. I thought I was in heaven at that second. I climbed in between her legs and took my cock in hand. I pressed the mushroom head at her opening. Emily let out a small gasp and then I shove my rod inside her. Emily squealed when she felt my whole length inside her passage.

"Fuck me hard granddad, please!" She said.

I began to slide my whole length into her, slowly at first. We began to build up to a rhythm. I then lifted her legs up and pushed them to her chest. The fucking truly began right then. I fed her all eight inches of me. I was like a wild bull. I rammed her pussy with everything I had. It was skin against skin. My balls were making a loud slapping noise as they hit her asscheeks. Emily was loud in bed. She begged me to make her cum with my giant snake deep in her belly. I wish I had been able to hold out longer, but I just couldn't manage it. I told Emily it was time for me to pull out, I was close to cumming. Emily screamed for me to stay inside her pussy. Her legs came free and she wrapped them around my back. I couldn't fight it any longer. I let go.

My balls were aching as I sent one hot stream of cum after another into her hot pussy. Emily's pussy was tight around my shaft. She was grasping at me, tugging hard on my cock. Emily then exploded. Her ass lifted up off the bed and we met each others strokes. The sweat was rolling off of our bodies. I didn't know where all my cum was coming from. I just kept filling her insides with my sticky seed. After a few minutes I collapsed on top of her.

Some shock hit me when I realized we hadn't used any protection. Emily soon told me she was not on the pill either. There was nothing that could be done by then. I left my cock inside her until I got soft. When I finally pulled out, Emily used her mouth on me and licked our love juices off. I don't recall when I had such intense orgasms as that day.

Emily went into the bathroom to get cleaned up some. When she came back we were in each others arms talking about what we did. Emily said she had always been attracted to me. As she got older those feeling intensified. It all came to a head that Saturday. I felt worried about what we had done. There didn't seem anyway to turn back now. What was done was done. Emily wasn't about to let things stand. She was fondling my cock as we lie there. I was getting hard once more. When my erection was complete again Emily got on top of me and mounted me.

She was directly over the tip of my cock and then she sunk down. I was once again like a man possessed. I brought my ass up and slid my cock into her as far as I could. Emily was slamming down hard to meet my thrusts. I also reached up and took a tit in each of my hands. I squeezed them as I fucked my granddaughter the only way I could, hard and deep. Thank God for living in a large old house. Emily was nearly screaming at the top of her lungs as I drove my thick cock into her. She wanted me in the worst way I found out.

We were able to go longer this time. I took my granddaughter for well over an hour. This time Emily came first. She was so worked up that she squirted when she came. Her wet liquids hit my groin and that made me lose control. I sent my hot wads of cream deep into her belly once more. Emily had wiped me out that day. She said she wanted me again but I had nothing left in the tank.

That was the beginning of a long summer for both of us. Emily did get onto birth control. She couldn't bear to feel my cock with a rubber on it. She said she needed to feel the skin of my shaft as it rubbed her pussy walls. Emily would come over to my place and she often stayed the night. She told her parents she was over at her friend's house. There is more to this story but I plan on telling it when I recover a little from all that fucking with my granddaughter, Emily.

Dienstag, 8. April 2014

Prophet Poppa

Written by lilywhite31
"Yes Poppa! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Oh GODDDDDD!" Lily screamed, frantically gyrating her genitals into the body of her 70 year old grandfather.

Bishop Karl Watters remained almost detached as his 19 year old granddaughter serviced his cock for the third time that week. Lily, a luscious vision of blond hair and large breasts with blue eyes and a killer pussy, was a devoted Christian. Every member of his family were devout followers and recognized his privileged needs in the Church of Saints. One of his needs was the use of available flesh. Bishop Watters claimed it inspired his very best sermons. Thankfully, he had a large family and congregation.

However, the reason for this day's visit had nothing to do with inspiration and everything to do with family quantity. The congregation watched with bated breath as the Bishop Watters finished this week's sermon with a prayer for multiplicity. His belief was that a large family was a happy family and Lily had come of age long ago where she should have begun providing the family with new blood.

The good Bishop or Poppa as everyone called him, howled out his thankfulness to the divine for such a rich bounty, "Yes Lord, bring it to me! Allow me to feed this soil with my anointed seed!"

Lucy, his wife watched as Poppa impregnated her youngest granddaughter. The alter was laid out simply that day with a firm mattress to cushion the active couple and provide an unobstructed view of the proceedings. She long ago gave up her very soul to her husband and so observed everything with a charming smile on her face.

Long ago, when she first came to be his wife, Karl was a simple farmer. They had two beautiful children and lived far from the chaos of city life or county intrusions of family. However, the death of Karl's father meant that as oldest son, he had a responsibility to the family. He established an easy rapport with the congregation and at the urging of his father's advisor's took all his father's wives as his, including his own mother. Many years had passed and her hair turned as gray as her soul.

"Oh Poppa, yes! Give me life Poppa! Make me a woman in body and spirit Poppa," Lily moaned loudly enough for all to hear.

Lily's mother, Mary, couldn't have been prouder of her daughter's performance. She remembered well her own ceremony with her father. She remembered the congregation watching as her father filled her belly with cum and she could tell from the look on her father's face that he placed her daughter in high regard. Lily had managed to not only serve God but in doing so, served her father and for that she knew Lily would be rewarded. Of course, that meant reward for Mary as well.

Within the small church gathered well over a hundred members. Most of which were male. Although faithful servitude was praised among women, procreation was a special ceremony that needed to be guarded by the strongest men in the community. After the initial sexual union between grandfather and grandchild the remaining men would be encouraged to have their turn. This would seal the fate of Bishop Watters's granddaughter. Once pregnant she would be auctioned off to the wealthiest landholder. This was usually someone on the council.

There were very strict guidelines that every woman in the community and church had to follow. The most important rule was that the Prophet held rule over all and spoke directly to God. Those conversations were sacrosanct. Whatever the Prophet said was followed and anyone who disapproved or argued could face banishment or worse. Poppa was the Prophet and he spoke the truth. An infidel had no rights once they spoke against Poppa.

Lily began to experience discomfort but was careful to bite her lip to keep from screaming. Poppa squeezed her breasts harshly and his cock rammed inside her mercilessly. She really wanted to rest but Lily knew the night was still young.

Once Poppa was finished with her he would be carried from the room by twelve harlots. The harlots were a group women in the community who had no man to care for them. Their husbands had tired of them or lost them due to unpaid taxes or community dues of some sort and so gave them up to the council. The women belonged to the council, were used regularly by the council and by the Prophet. This was usually sexual use. The council only accepted the youngest, prettiest wives of course. Once they belonged to the council, they were stripped of their names and their clothes and allowed only to wear a red string around each nipple. As Poppa finished squeezing off a shot of seed into her pussy, he instructed the slut to get up on her hands and knees. The congregation hummed in pleasure at seeing the young bitch's hole so nicely wet and used. Watt Masterson moved the tripod and camera light to the best angle for viewing. He knew the Poppa would love this little memento. Of course all the councilmen would enjoy it. Lily's thighs glistened with fluid and her ass was red from Poppa's spankings and urgings. Poppa was an active lover. Watt knew this from experience. It didn't matter what his age, Poppa believed the goal to a healthy life was lots of sex and God. The only was to get to God was to have a lot of sex with Poppa.

Poppa pushed Lily's head down into the mattress and hunched over her small body. His hips ground and bumped into her soft skin and the congregation could tell Lily was receiving a special anointing. Her pussy gap was being buried in sticky, precious cum. Lily's mouth opened and she struggled to take long mouthfuls of air. Gasping she tried to match Poppa's thrusts. The young girl was clearly having trouble keeping up with her grandfather. When Poppa was involved in holy breeding rites God's spirit touched him and transformed him into a lion of sexual energy. He could fuck all night and did.

When Poppa finished his task, he raised his hands high spoke while Lily raised his flaccid cock and buried it in her mouth.

"Friends, neighbors, family ... I invite you all. I invite you to enter this lost lamb. I invite you to spread your seed and let your tools be the tills that help the planting began. Amen!" Poppa roared. The congregation raised their ecstatic voices in unison and moved towards Poppa, only parting long enough to let the harlots through. Once Poppa had left the room, the councilmen overwhelmed the small woman, grabbing breasts and pussy and legs.

Sonntag, 6. April 2014

Yesterday Once More

Written by bassbelly
"Get it in gear, Marsha! We don't want to be late." Her mother shouted.

"I'm coming. Geez, you'd think this was a big emergency. It's just grandpa's birthday."

"We don't want to be late. You know how grumpy your grandpa can be. Try not to make him mad this time, okay?"

Dan Thorpe sat in the swing on the back porch. His daughter and grand daughter would be over to help him celebrate his birthday. Celebrate? Hah, that was a laugh. He could see nothing good about turning sixty. He looked at his watch. They were late as usual. Tardiness really annoyed him. He had run a radio station for the last eight years until he retired a year ago. That required split-second timing and no tardiness. He heard his daughter Penny's car pull into the driveway.

"Grandpa, where are you?" He heard Marsha yell.

"I'm on the back porch," he yelled back.

She bounded through the house and jumped into his lap. She kissed him on the lips. "Happy birthday grandpa!"

She was a pretty, vivacious young lady. Just two weeks ago they had celebrated her eighteenth birthday. She wriggled around on his lap and he felt his old pecker start to rise. It was poking her in the bottom and there was nothing he could do about it.

His daughter stepped through the back door. "Happy birthday dad. Marsha get off of your grandpa."

"No, no that's okay. Stay where you are." He knew that if Marsha got up Penny would spot his hardon. He wondered if he could cum with her on his lap.

"Daddy I've got to go into town for a couple of hours. I'll be back with your present and your cake. Okay?"

"So now I'm your baby sitter huh?"

"No dad, it's not like that. It is noon now. I promise I'll be back by four."

Penny walked through the house, got in her car and left. Marsha was still sitting on her grandpa's lap. She was still wiggling.

"Marsha, you'd better get off me and stop that wiggling."

"Why, grandpa? Don't you like my birthday present?"

"I haven't seen my birthday present."

"That's because I'm sitting on it!"

"Oh no Marsha baby. We can't. I'm an old man. You're a very young, barely legal teenage girl. Please get up!"

"What's that poking my butt grandpa? I know you really want me. You want to do things to me. I want that too. We have the perfect opportunity. Why pass it up?"

"What do you want with an old geezer like me? Besides, if they caught us, I would go to jail forever. We just can't."

Marsha reached between her legs and stroked her grandpa's nuts. When he groaned she knew she had him. Her lips pressed to his and she French kissed him.

Dan responded to her kiss by sucking on her tongue. She tasted so good. He could feel the heat of her sex on his cock. He knew he shouldn't. He knew he was going to. His mind drifted back over the years. He was twenty once again. He squeezed the girl in his arms and his hands sought her breasts. He picked her up and carried her inside to his bedroom. He unbuttoned her dress and let it fall beside the bed. He unsnapped her bra and her bare breasts were exposed to his inspection. His hungry eyes took in every square inch of her flesh.

He felt her hands on his zipper. She unzipped him and then turned the top button loose. His pants fell beside the bed. She got to her knees and slowly pulled his boxers from him. His eight inch cock was less than an inch from her hungry red lips. She tenderly kissed the head, licking up a drop of precum from the end. Carefully she sucked him into her mouth. He wasn't completely hard yet so she swallowed all of him.

His fingers found her nipples and he squeezed them, making them hard. His big hands enveloped her breasts as she sucked him to a full erection. She pushed him over on the bed and slid in beside him. He pulled her panties completely of and flung them to the floor. He caressed her pussy, running a rough old finger up and down her slit.

Remembering the good old days, he kissed his way down to her nipples and sucked fiercely on them. He left a little tongue trail down her body to her navel. She was writhing in earnest when he reamed her navel, sticking his tongue in it and kissing it. His greedy lips slipped down to her mound. She had a light smattering of hair. When he licked her cunt she levitated off the bed and screamed, "Yes, yes, yes!" He found her clit and sucked it in between his lips. While he sucked on it he caressed it tenderly with his tongue.

Marsha was no virgin, but she had never felt anything like this. She recognized the onset of a major orgasm just before it overtook her senses and blotted out everything but the sensations flowing from her pussy.

Dan felt her shudder and knew she was cumming. She screamed and released a river of girl juice into his waiting mouth. He was able to suck it all down.

She was somewhere else and he was some when else as they coasted down from the height of ecstasy and prepared for the real assault to follow.

Memories of other pussies flooded his sex driven brain as he slid up her body and kissed her hard on the lips. "Are you ready darlin'?"

"God, yes! Let's do it!" she whispered. Spreading her legs, she invited him in.

He mounted her and slowly let his throbbing cock slide into her wet pussy. She grunted when he bottomed out and started to pump into her. He was a driving force between her legs, His cock pistoned in and out of her pussy. Once again she forgot her location. She forgot everything except grandpa's cock and her pussy. Her labia felt like they might burst as his prick slid past them. He felt the bottom of her pussy with the end of his cock. He was pumping her hard trying desperately to make her cum.

She was determined to make her grandpa cum in her first. She wanted all of his cum as deep into her as she could get it. She felt what little control she had slipping away. Her cunt was throbbing, massaging his cock as she tried to milk him dry. She screamed her release. Her head flopped back and she clung to him as hard as she could. Her legs were wrapped around his ass, pulling him in deeper and deeper. She felt his cum squirting into her cervix. There must have been a gallon of it. He was board-stiff over her, driven as far into her as he could get.

He felt his cock shrink deep within her. He suddenly returned to the present and was almost shocked to see his granddaughter lying under him with his flaccid cock in her. He looked down on her. She smiled up at him. "Happy birthday grandpa!"

Donnerstag, 3. April 2014

The Young Lions

Written by bjjl
I was first introduced to bondage and dominance when I got to college. I joined a Fraternity and for the first six months I was one of the house "Bitches" There were three of us that had to serve the upper class men. That meant doing all the laundry, the cleaning and the cooking. That also included sexual services. Guys could come into my room whenever they wanted and get whatever they wanted. That was all part of the initiation.

They would drag me out of bed and make me suck their cock's at all hours. Some would tie me to the bed and fuck me. One guy would take and fuck me in the shower when he felt like it. Other guys would just bend me over the bed or do it on the floor. Whenever we were in the Frat house, we had to be naked all the time. One of our jobs was bringing beer and snacks to the other guys. Sometimes the "Bitches" were forced to jack each other off for entertainment.

It was different when there were Frat parties. We had to wear little cheerleader skirts, bras filled with water balloons and blonde wigs. All Frat Bitches were dressed like that even ones from the other Frat house. At these parties there were usually around ten "Bitches". When I said skirt I mean just the skirt nothing underneath. It was easier for the older guys to reach under and pinch your ass. In some cases, grab you by the cock or balls.

If anyone wanted sex it was your job as a "Bitch" to give it to him. My first party I sucked twelve cocks, was fucked three times and forced to ejaculate three times. The strange part of all was the fact that I really enjoyed it. At first I thought it was perverted but as time went on I realized how much I like being dominated by others. Then I got away from it after our time was up and we became the guys that the others had to serve.

I never lost my deep desire to be sexually dominated. Then at twenty three, in my senior year and struggling. I met Shawn he was twenty, very intelligent and rich. He had a new Mercedes and an apartment off campus. He offered me free board and room. I had to be his live in slave, do the cleaning cooking, and sexual service as needed. I took the job immediately.

Then at twenty six I married and we had Brandon our first son. One year later we had Jake our second son. Julie and I both had great jobs and moved into a nice big house. My dad only lived about a mile or so away which made him a perfect babysitter for the boys. That way he wouldn't be lonely after mom died.

Now Brandon was nineteen and Jake was eighteen and I was all of forty five. Julie and I went away for a three day weekend and left the boys at home with the understanding they would not wreck the house. We had trouble with the car and decided to come home Sunday morning. I went over to dad's house to let everyone know we were home early. The front door was locked so I went around back.

The garage door was open off the patio. I could hear something inside so I quietly peeked around the corner and got a real shock. The boys had their grandfather tied over a couple of saw horses. He was completely naked, arms tied behind his back, blindfolded and legs spread wide open. Jake had his cock in dad's mouth pumping away. Brandon was behind dad with his hard cock in his ass humping away.

Dad's ass was red as hell. I saw a puddle of semen on the floor between his legs and Brandon was milking dad's cock as he pumped him from behind. Because they had not seen me, I silently backed away from the door careful not to make any noise. I got in my car and drove away.

On the way back home I still had images of dad bent over those horses getting fucked at both ends. It brought back fond memories of when I was in college and the things that happened to me. My own cock was rock hard and my shorts were wet with pre-cum. I realized how envious I was of dad. I also wondered how long this had been going on.

I got home and immediately took a shower to relieve my cock of its stiffness. Then I called dad and told him we were home and come over for dinner with the boys. I took dad home that evening so it gave me a chance to be alone with him.

"You know I came by your house today after we got home." I cleared my throat. "I saw something in the garage. You care to talk about it?"

Dad gave out a big sigh. "Well, what did you see?"

"You. Naked over the saw horses. Brandon and Jake having a little sexual pleasure."

"I see." He wiped his bald head. "I guess I knew you would find out sooner or later."

"How long has this been going on?"

"Oh, a couple of years."

"I guess I am a little shocked."

"Shocked?" I could hear the tone in dad's voice change. "You went to college, boy! Don't sit there and tell me you never had a cock up your ass! Or a cock in your mouth. I know you did! So don't act like you are shocked."

Dad took another deep breath. "The boys started somewhere about a year ago. We were playing Roman soldier game and I was the captured enemy. They blindfolded me and tied me up. Then one thing lead to another. The next thing I know they took all my clothes off. Next they're spanking my ass. Then they're playing with my cock and balls. That got me hard and they yanked me off."

Dad smiled and took another deep breath. " Hell, they remind me of young lions! Testing their power and strength. Full of piss and vinegar. I never seen any harm in it. Actually I was very flattered that the boys found their old granddad sexually attractive. We been playing games ever since."

"You never stopped them from doing it either." I added.

"Young lions need their freedom to explore their sex. Better they explore with me that some stranger on the street. That's the way I look at it."

I pulled in the driveway and let dad out. He leaned in the door. "You gonna tell the boys what you know?" I shook my head.


That Friday at work, dad called and said h and the boys were going camping this weekend in the motor home. He said I could come along if I wanted but I had to play by his rules. I was not sure what that meant but I said I would check with Julie to see if she had anything planned or not. I called dad that evening and told him to count me in. I would come over with the boys in the morning and we could leave from his house.

The property we went to belonged to a friend of dads so it was private. Dad had the keys to the gate and we locked it behind us. The clearing was about a mile back in the woods next to a stream. The boys piled out and began constructing their tent. They remarked that real men don't sleep in motor homes. That was fine I still liked the soft bed instead of the ground.

We finished breakfast the boys took off into the woods while dad and me cleaned up.

"You know later on the boys are gonna want to play Enemy soldier," dad said with a smile. "You think you're ready for that?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "guess so, what's all that about?"

"Simple. You and me are enemy soldiers. The boys capture us and take us back to camp. Then they do whatever they feel like pretty much."

All those memories rushed past me that I had experienced in college and I guess the desire over came me. "OK. I guess you've done it and obviously like it. So why not?"

"About time you do something totally inhibited." Dad said as he went out the door.

"Now you and me split up. I'll go up in the woods and you go along the creek. Remember, the only way they can capture you is from behind. So if they jump out behind you. You are captured.

I walked along for some time cutting across the creek. I thought this is a big area how on earth are they going to know where I am. I didn't know the area I thought I might get lost. Suddenly Brandon jumped directly behind me placing his hand on my shoulder. "You are captured, soldier!

I jumped because he scared the hell out of me. "Damn!"

"Put your hands behind your back!" Brandon ordered.

He secured my arms together and about that time Jake came down the hill. "Great you got him!" Jake pulled out a homemade gag and tied it in my mouth. "Now we got one to go. I know where he's going. I saw him." Jake bolted up the incline and vanished in the woods. Brandon stood next to me with an evil grin on his face.

"It's time I strip the enemy."

That was not very hard to do since all I had on was a t-shirt and shorts. He cut the t-shirt off then yanked my shorts and underwear down so I could step out of them. I had to admit that a flurry of humiliation came over me as I stood there naked in front of my son. Brandon picked up a switch and gave me a little surprise. With a quick snap of the wrist, he smacked me across the bare ass with it.

"Now, follow that path by the bank."

A few more feet down the path he gave me another smack across the ass, "keep moving."

Brandon played with me from behind as I walked down the path. He slid the switch between the crack of my ass and touched my balls. About every ten feet or so he gave me another smack. I felt even more humiliation because my cock was swelling to a full erection. About that time we came upon Jake and dad in the clearing.

Dad was bound, gagged and completely naked like me. Jake had a leash tied around dad's cock and balls and was leading him along. "Told you I knew where he was."

Jake stopped to look at me and my cock all standing straight up in the air. "Wow! Nice hard cock. Big balls too."

I looked at dad and his cock was fully erect too.

Then I though to myself this is only the second time I ever saw my dad naked. All those years as a kid. I only saw him naked once when he got out of the shower. I was about thirteen or so. When we got back to the camp Brandon shouted that we play "Cock Rings"

He made us stand in front of the motor home with our legs spread open. He took out a bag that had a dozed or so wooden rings. They were about six or seven inched in diameter. They stood back several feet and tossed the rings at out cocks hoping to put the ring over our stiff cock. Each cock ringer gave the thrower twenty points.

Jake won with five on my cock.

Then our male libido began to run down so the boys moved us over to the picnic table. They took some refreshments from the cooler then decided to have some fun. They rubbed the cold cans over our nipples which made them instantly hard. They slowly pinched, pulled and twisted the hard nubs. This had an outward effect on another part of our body. It made my cock swell up again!

"I think its time our prisoners tasted some cock," Jake said.

I watched Brandon strip his shorts off in front of me and I was amazed at how well the boy was endowed. He removed the gag, sliding his cock into my mouth. I saw Jake from the corner of my eye. He was eagerly humping his granddad's face. It had been a long time since I tasted cock not since my college days and now it was my own sons.

I heard Jake groan, his hips pumping hard. Then I saw the semen dripping from the corner of dad's mouth. Suddenly Brandon moaned and groaned and my own mouth was pumped full of semen which dribbled from the corners of my mouth. At this time both dad and me were rock hard again.

"I think its time to play take the ring!" Jake said

Jake placed a wooden ring around my cock. He spun dad around. "Now, all you have to do is take the ring off his cock with your cock. Then go put it in the chair and come back."

Brandon laughed, "of course you have to do this while we use the switch on your ass."

It is hard to describe the feeling of dad's cock poking my cock while trying to get the ring off. Then there was the switch Jake used ti crack dad across the ass with. It caused dad jolt from time to time and his cock would snap up and hit mine. I slid my cock next to his, pulled my hips back and let it slide onto his cock. He took it to the chair despite Jake who was snapping at his ass all the way.

It was my turn, they put the ring around dad's cock and I had to snake it off with my cock. This time Brandon had the switch and the stinging on my ass just made my cock harder. At times it looked as if our cocks were sword fighting as we wiggled and bounced around trying to get the rings off. Both of us had pre cum dripping out our cocks. I grabbed the ring and made it to the chair with Brandon snapping at my ass. I had to admit it was sexually exciting.

Brandon reached down and grabbed my cock and slowly began pulling it up and down. "I think its time you show us how much you got in there."

Jake grabbed dad's hard cock and began yanking it. I watched dad's balls roll up and down as Jake pulled on his cock. Then all of a sudden I saw the sperm begin to squirt from the head of his cock.

I now could feel my own orgasm about to let go. I groaned loudly as my whole body shook. "Com'on bring it out!" Brandon was delighted to see the heavy stream of semen. He enjoyed milking my cock of every last drop.

That evening before bed , we played strip poker in the motor home. Of course the boys played poker and me and dad stripped. Brandon was a bad poker player. I was naked almost every hand. Then he made a bet with Jake.

"You win this hand and my soldier will suck your solder. If I win your soldier has to suck mine."

I really wanted Jake to loose because I wanted dad to suck my cock so bad. Mt prayers were answered when Brandon pulled out three of a kind.

"OK." Jake grabbed dad by the cock. "Get on your knees and suck his soldier dry."

I closed my eyes as his warm mouth encase my cock and I could feel his tongue licking my mushroom head. I had wanted this since I was a young boy and finally I got my wish. I think it was the best orgasm I ever had.

Then Brandon and Jake got into the act to finished the evening. They made me kneel down and suck both their cocks, moving from one to the other. Suddenly they pulled away and ejaculated in my face. My face was covered with dripping globs of sperm. Brandon speared it all my face. Then they untied us before they went outside to their tent.

I washed my face and brushed my teeth, dad lying on the bed when I came out of the bathroom. He was on his back and his cock was completely hard.

"You really surprise me," I said. "I didn't think you could get hard so many times in a day and hold it!"

He smiled, "those enhancement pills really work! You should try them sometime."

"Thank you." I replied. "I don't need any of those right now."

I turned out the lights and flopped down on the bed. Dad rolled over and I felt his hard cock cock on my leg.

"What the hell," I said. "I wanted to do it for a long time."

I rolled over, grabbed his big balls and held his cock straight up. I slid my mouth over his stiff organ and sucked him as hard as I could before we both retired for the night...

Dienstag, 1. April 2014

Life in the Old Fart Yet

Written by Cromagnonman

I was lying in bed in that half awake state, thinking, dreaming, about all sorts of things when I thought that I heard a noise. There should not have been any noises in the house because I have lived alone for the last three years since my wife of forty years died, and I have no pets.

For several minutes I listened for a repeat of the noise but there was nothing so I returned to my reverie. Then I felt someone get into my bed. "Hi Gramps, it's only me," It could only be my 19 year old grand-daughter Phoebe, she was the only one of the grand-kids who called me that. "And my friend Lacey."

"Hi, Phoebe's Gramps." Another voice and another body in my bed.

"What's going on? What are you two doing here? This isn't right." It was around then that I realized that neither of them had any clothes on, they were delightfully naked.

"Happy birthday Gramps." Phoebe said as she planted a non-platonic kiss on my lips.

I had forgotten, as one tends to do at my age, that it was now my birthday, the clock radio on my bedside table told me that it was past midnight, a new day, my birthday.

"We thought that we would get in early and give you a present that you won't forget, at least not straight away." She took my hand and placed it on her breast. It felt so firm and, what's the word I'm, looking for? Perky. Her nipple was erect and felt slightly rubbery. I knew that it wasn't right but I couldn't resist the temptation to caress her.

Lacey's body was behind me and I could feel her firm young breasts pressing into my back. Her hand snaked around me and she reached for my cock, which had attempted to become erect for the first time in a long time, and began stroking him through the opening in my flannelette pajamas. He succeeded.

Phoebe had undone the buttons of my pajama top and I allowed her to remove it. She ran her fingers through the tangle of hairs on my chest and circled my nipples with her finger. "You look pretty fit for your age, Gramps." I don't know how she could tell in the dark but it was flattering that she thought so.

Lacey had untied the cord at my waist and was pulling my pajama bottoms down. She had to scramble down to the foot of the bed to pull them away from my feet and as she came back up she engulfed my cock with her mouth.

I reveled in the moist warmth as she slid up and down the shaft. I have never felt anything like this, ever. My wife never showed any interest in oral sex and I wasn't about to push the subject, so all I could do was imagine what it would feel like. Now I know, and it feels amazing.

Phoebe took my hand and placed it between her legs. I could feel the moistness of her pussy on my fingers. What else could I do? I pushed a finger inside her, and my thumb caressed the tip of her protruding clit. Her hips moved back and forth under my gentle ministrations. "That feels so good, don't stop, please, don't stop."

This is heaven, this is bliss, this must be a fantasy, but can you feel a fantasy? Lacey released my cock from her mouth with a 'pop' and straddled my body, feeding my cock into her. She was hot, she was moist, and she was great!

Phoebe decided that she wanted some pussy action too, so she straddled me lowering herself, her pussy, onto my mouth, inviting me to lick her. I accepted the invitation and my tongue began to probe her, to delve deep inside her, to withdraw and caress her clit before returning to her inside pleasures. I must have been doing it right because she was writhing around on my face in ecstasy, soft moans coming from above me. "Gramps that feels so good, I've never been eaten so beautifully."

Similar noises were coming from the other end of the bed. Lacey was slowly moving up and down my shaft, clenching her muscles so that she squeezed it going both ways. I didn't know how long I could hold out, I'd forgotten what sex felt like, it had been years since the last time, but the memories were returning and I remembered what it felt like just before I ejaculated, and it felt just like this. "I'm going to cum." Lacey pushed herself down on me and held herself there, so I was left with no alternative but to empty my load inside her. I felt her muscles clench as a spasm engulfed her body.

"Oh that was so great. You are really good at this. Happy birthday." She remained on my cock as it went down and then she slid off me and began licking my cock and pubes clean of our juices.

Phoebe came, oh how she came, she flooded my mouth with her juices and it was all that I could do to lap them up. When she had finished she got off me and went to the foot of the bed. I couldn't see her, but I was pretty sure that she was licking my cum from Lacey's pussy.

I have never in my wildest dreams imagined anything like this. I have read about men having this type of experience but I've always put it down to male fantasy, men who are unfulfilled fantasizing about their perfect sexual experience. But it was happening to me, this wasn't a fantasy, this was real, and it wasn't over yet, not by a long shot. There was more, much more, to come.

The two of them climbed back into my bed and lay beside me until, under Phoebe's gentle ministrations, my cock became hard once more. "My turn for some cock action." Phoebe said as she lowered herself onto it.

Lacey was good but Phoebe, the little girl that I remembered dandling on my knees as an infant, she was brilliant. The way that she moved, the speed at which she moved, she squeezed him and did pelvic floor exercises on him, and while this was happening I had Lacey's pussy covering my mouth and accepting my tongue.

"Oh this is so good." Phoebe sobbed as yet another orgasm wracked her body. "I've never been loved like this before. Oh Gramps you are so good, you could teach the young guys a thing or two about love making. I wish it could be like this every time I made love."

This is exactly what an aging, geriatric even, lover likes to hear, that he is somehow better than the young bucks. It reminded me of the joke about the old bull and the young bull walking past a field of heifers. The young bull says to the old bull, "Let's jump the fence and fuck a heifer." To which the old bull replied, "Let's walk through the gate and fuck the lot." It's better to take it slow than rush it, and I was taking it slow. Actually, if the truth be known, I wasn't doing much at all. The girls were doing it all, all I was doing was lying here enjoying the experience.

"Oh my God, I'm coming again!" Phoebe cried as she and I reached our climax at the same time, followed a minute or so later by Lacey's intense orgasm that nearly killed me. She forced herself down on my tongue so hard that she covered my nostrils and I couldn't breathe.

Eventually the three of us fell asleep, me hugging Phoebe to me and Lacey behind me with her arms around me. I have died and gone to heaven.

It was daylight when I awoke. Lacey was still asleep behind me but Phoebe was not in the bed. It was then that I heard a noise from the kitchen. I didn't even bother to put on a robe, I was used to wandering about the house naked, and walked to the kitchen. Phoebe was also used to wandering about the house naked and the sight of her standing there making coffee was enough to start my cock hardening all over again. I stood quietly for several minutes admiring her beauty, her skin was flawless, her breasts, from what I could see from this angle, were firm and full. "Mine is white and no sugar."

"Oh Gramps you frightened me, creeping up on me like that." She turned and saw my cock standing at attention. "I would have thought that last night would have been enough for him."

"I guess he's been saving it up for just such an experience as last night. He enjoyed himself so much that he'd like more."

"Oh well, the coffee can wait." She was something of a contortionist and stood in front of me and placed one foot on my shoulder, giving me an easy access to her pussy. As before she did all the work, her hands on my hips pulling me in to her body, and it wasn't long before we had both cum. She licked the cum from my cock before taking a paper towel from the dispenser and cleaning herself. "Coffee time."

We were seated at the table when a tired looking Lacey strolled into the room. While Phoebe's beauty would probably, like her mother's, stand the test of time, Lacey's would not. There were signs, even now, that a hard life would soon take their toll.

"See you tonight at Mom and Dad's, Gramps." Phoebe said as they left, leaving me wondering how I would handle this situation, how I could get through the evening without letting my family know that I had just spent several hours fucking one of my own grand-children. It hit me, this was incest, this was illegal.

A cab called for me at around seven to take me to my daughter's house for the party. The family were all there, my son Harvey and his wife June, their two kids Harvey Junior and Jane, my daughter Penny, her husband Sam and their son Graham and, of course Phoebe, looking absolutely gorgeous.

It was well into the evening before I could have a word with Phoebe on her own. "How's Lacey?"


"Lacey, the girl you were with this morning."

"This morning, what do you mean, 'this morning'? Gramps, what on earth are you talking about?"

It hit me then, I must have been imagining the whole episode. I must be going crazy in my old age. I know that I've found Phoebe attractive since she began filling out into womanhood, but to imagine that I was having the most amazing sexual experience with my own grand-daughter, that was sick.

The next day I made an appointment with my Doctor for a check up. I was imagining the worst, in which I would soon end up in a home for the perpetually bewildered, where I would spend the rest of my lonely life, not even my family could put up with visiting me in such a dreadful place. This was the end of my life as I know it.

I was in my car on my way to my Doctor's appointment and was stopped at a red light, when there was an enormous crash from behind, my head was snapped back against the headrest and the airbags deployed. I sat there for some time, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

"Get the fuck out of your vehicle!" I looked out to see a large, belligerent police officer standing there holding my door open. "What the fuck do you mean reversing into my car?"

"What do you mean? I was stationary at the lights, you must have rear-ended me."

"Don't tell me what happened. I'll see to it that you never drive again. People your age should not be allowed on the road."

He stormed back to his vehicle and called for assistance. I stood there still in a daze when a soft, calm, almost melodic voice beside me asked, "Are you all right?"

"I don't know. I was sitting there minding my own business when 'crash' I get rear-ended and this officer has just tried to tell em that it was my fault. Am I going crazy or not?"

"No you're not. I saw the whole thing, and it was he who ran into you, and he's trying to shift the blame."

"But how do I prove it, it's my word against his?"

"Help me to take the brake light and reversing light globes from your car and I'll explain it to you later, after he's gone.

Fifteen minutes and a written citation later the vehicles had gone, his to the police workshop and mine to a panel shop, and I was seated in a coffee shop with a woman who was going to save my bacon. "I'm Julia Venning," she said as we sat down.

"Howard, Howard Greene." I looked at the woman across the table from me. She would have been not much younger than I, her face had several lines around the mouth and eyes that added to her attractiveness and from what I could see of her body, the years had been kind to her there as well. "Why did we take those globes from my car?"

"My late husband was a Road Crash Investigator until he was killed, ironically in a vehicle accident, a couple of years ago, and I picked up a lot of interesting knowledge from him. Let me explain, show me the globes." She took them and looked at them closely. "There is the proof that you were telling the truth, right there."

"Where?" I took my glasses from their case and peered at them.

"When a light is working at the time of impact, the filament burns when the glass is broken. If you look closely you will see that the brake light filament has been burnt while the reversing light has not."

"I think that I will need a Lawyer to represent me when I have to go to court, and probably an expert witness. The Lawyer I have but, could you be my expert?"


My heart dropped. I wanted to see more of this fascinating woman.

"Don't worry, I know of someone, a colleague of my husband, who is much more qualified than I am. I know that he will help, particularly if I ask."

The preliminary hearing was held and proved very interesting. The Prosecutor and Officer Callahan were unprepared for my plea of 'not guilty', after all they believed that it would be a straight forward case where it was Officer Callahan's word against mine. But when they heard that we had expert witnesses to refute his claim the Prosecutor's demeanor changed. There was a confrontation between them in the corridor.

Julia and I met several times before the trial, sometimes with my Lawyer, sometimes with her expert witness, who I quite liked, and who Julia made abundantly clear was not a threat to our burgeoning relationship, and sometimes there was just the two of us.

We had coffee together, we had lunch together, and we even had dinner together, not all on the same day of course. Sometimes the dinners were in restaurants, sometimes they were at my house while at other times they were at her's. We were enjoying each other's company immensely, and I was living in the hope that we could take it to the next level, but at my age it didn't do to rush things.

The day of the court case dawned bright and clear. The sun was shining brightly when I met Julia and the others outside the court house. Harvey and Penny were both there as well, lending moral support on behalf of the family. I introduced Julia to them and the look on their faces showed that they were curious about our relationship.

The formalities over we arrived at the best bit of the trial. The Prosecutor was questioning Officer Callahan. Callahan described in great detail how he had pulled up a yard or two behind me at the traffic lights and was waiting for them to turn green, when suddenly I reversed into him. When he got out of his car and approached me he found me to be confused and disoriented, I didn't know what had happened. When he informed me that I had reversed into his vehicle he claimed that I had become abusive, accusing him of lying.

"Officer Callahan, did you conduct an examination of the accident site, did you measure the tire marks on the road surface, did you photograph the vehicles to establish their relative position in regards to the accident?" My Lawyer was just about to begin the process of discrediting this witness.

"No. I didn't think, because of the relatively minor nature of the collision, that this was necessary."

"But it was severe enough for you to charge my client with reckless driving resulting in the willful damage to police property."

"Yes. Your client is a man of advanced years and it was obvious to me that he was disoriented, he didn't know where he was, and on that basis I thought that charges should be laid as part of a process that would result in his being assessed as to his competency to drive a motor vehicle."

"And you didn't stop to think that he was surprised that his vehicle had been rear-ended by your vehicle and that you were aggressive towards him when you approached him?"

"That wasn't the situation at all."

"Tell us Officer Callahan, have you ever been involved in a motor vehicle accident where you have been at fault?"

"Yes." Callahan mumbled.

"No further questions of this witness."

The Prosecutor had no other witnesses so it was our turn. My Lawyer led me through my story as I told of the incident as I recalled it. The prosecutor asked several questions that I was able to answer confidently.

Julia was called. "Tell me Ms. Venning, what happened on that day?"

"I had just come out of the shopping mall and was just about to get into my vehicle which was parked facing the road and adjacent to the intersection, when I heard the sound of a vehicle braking hard. I looked up and saw the police patrol car collide with the rear of the defendant's vehicle. I then saw the policeman, Officer Callahan get out of his car and approach the defendant. What happened next shocked me. Officer Callahan approached the defendant and yelled at him to 'get the fuck out of your vehicle!' he then told the defendant that he had reversed into the patrol car. He was very red in the face and was most aggressive."

"What did you do then?"

"While this was going on I took the opportunity to take several photographs using my cell phone."

"Why did you do that?"

"It became obvious to me that the defendant may need some evidence to support his version of events."

"And then what?"

"I approached the defendant and offered my services as a witness. I also, while Officer Callahan was arranging for his vehicle to be towed, with the help of the defendant, removed the brake light and reversing light globes from his vehicle."

"Why did you do that?"

"Because I knew, my husband had been a Road Crash Investigator, that light globes, even if they were broken, can be a valuable tool in establishing the sequence of events."

"Are these the globes?" He held up a clear plastic bag containing the globes.

"Yes they are."

"No further questions."

The Prosecutor, probably looking at impending doom, had no questions.

The next witness was about to put the icing on the cake. "Tell Mister Brayshaw, what is your occupation?"

"I am a Road Crash investigator."

"And you have examined these globes?"


"And what was the result of that examination?"

"I found that it was impossible for the events to have occurred as Officer Callahan has testified."

"And what led you to that conclusion?"

"The brake light globes contain two filaments, one for the brake light and one for the tail light. The brake light filament has burnt out while the tail light has not. This is an indication that the brake light was glowing at the time that the globe was broken. What this means is that the defendant's foot was on the brake of his vehicle at the time of impact."

"And the reversing light globes?"

"The filament was not burnt indicating that the vehicle was not in reverse gear at the time of impact."

"You also examined the photographs taken by Ms Venning, what can you tell the court about those?"

"There were rubber marks behind all four tires of the defendant's vehicle indicating that it was forced forward under brakes by the impact. There were also heavier tire marks behind the tires of the patrol car indicating that it was braking at the time of impact. This evidence supports the defendant's evidence and disproves that given by Officer Callahan."

The Prosecutor gave up and announced that the Prosecution would withdraw all charges against me.

I stood up and hugged Julia to me. I looked at her. "Thank you so much, I couldn't have won without you." A voice in my head said to me, 'C'mon, you've been wanting to kiss her for ages, now is the perfect opportunity.' Who am I to disobey a voice in my head. I looked at her for a couple of seconds and then I kissed her. It was supposed to be a kiss of thanks but it turned into something much more than that. With Julia's collusion it became a kiss of passion.

We all adjourned for a celebratory cup of coffee. I noticed that Harvey and Penny seemed to be making an effort to get to know Julia, and she was making it very obvious that her interest in me went beyond just helping me out of a difficult situation.

That night we dined, Julia and I, at what had become our favorite restaurant. The Maitre D' sensed that a celebration was in progress and assumed that it was something personal and not just our success in court. He lavished us with the best of service, even going as far as presenting us with a bottle of champagne, 'to the lovely couple'. I was about to dissuade him when I caught the look in Julia's eyes, she wanted this.

I realized then that this was also what I had wanted for some time. For weeks after the 'imagined' visit from Phoebe and Lacey I had waited to hear the noise that told me that they were coming again. Then, slowly my thoughts were of what it would be like sleeping with Julia, and whether there was any possibility of us ever becoming husband and wife.

The cab dropped us off at Julia's apartment. "Would you like to come up for a cup of coffee?"

As we stepped into her apartment she stepped into my arms. It was at that moment that she really stepped into my life. We kissed, not with the intense passion of a couple in a hurry to get on to the next step, sex, but as a couple who were about to take the time to enjoy, really enjoy, the time that they were planning to spend together.

We had been standing in the hallway for several minutes kissing and I had ventured as far as fondling her breasts through her clothing when Julia removed her lips from mine, "To hell with the coffee, I want you in my bed right now."

We undressed in the moonlight coming through the curtains, and I couldn't help but admire her. Trick of the light or not, I was incredibly turned on by what I saw as she drew back the bed clothes and climbed into the bed, her arms open in invitation.

I went to her and gave myself to her. Recollections of time past resurfaced as I caressed her body and kissed her. Her breasts may have headed South over the years but, to me, they were still beautiful and demanded attention. I kissed her nipples and watched as they became erect. My hand moved over her body until my finger entered her vagina. She responded by lifting her hips off the bed allowing me better access to her body. In the mean time her hand had found my cock and, by the way that she stroked it I realized that she must have been, at one time, a passionate and proficient lover and that she had lost none of her touch.

Her legs were apart so I placed myself between them and, with a little help from her, I pushed my cock into her. There was none of the intense sexual passion that I imagined happened between myself and Phoebe, this was so much better, it was like the difference between a Waltz and Rock and Roll, one was elegance and grace while the other was speed and force. I liked elegance and grace, I loved elegance and grace, and from the noises coming from Julia's lips she also loved elegance and grace.

We elegantly and gracefully joined together until we had both orgasmed. We elegantly and gracefully enclosed each other in our arms and went to sleep. I had found a peace with another person that I had never thought possible.

It was daylight when we awoke, elegantly and gracefully in each others arms. We kissed, "Good morning my beautiful lady." We kissed again.

"Good morning to you. I don't suppose you are up for a repeat performance of last night, are you?"

I held her to me, I caressed her body, I found the center of my sexual desire, I entered into her world of love. "I have something to ask you."

"Oh yes, and what might that be?"

"You don't have to answer right away, take your time. Will you marry me?"

"Of course I will. Come here to me." She held me in her embrace as we made love even more elegantly and gracefully than before. Then we showered together like two young kids in the first flush of passion before breakfasting.

I left her at ten in the morning, having arranged for her to come to my place that evening.

When I got home I picked up the phone and rang my children, inviting them and the grand-children to a celebratory dinner at my place. Harvey and Penny both thought that I was still celebrating my court-room success and I allowed them to continues thinking that. I rang a catering company and arranged for the meal, drinks and arranged for extra tables and seating as my dining table wasn't big enough for all of us.

We were all seated nibbling at the entrée when I tapped my glass with a knife to attract their attention. "I've asked you all here tonight because I have some great news for you." I looked at Julia who was seated at the other end of the table. There had been some interest shown by the family when they arrived and saw Julia there. "I have recently met a woman who has come to mean a great deal to me. Julia was a great help to me over the last few weeks with the recent court case, it has now moved beyond that to the point where I have asked her to marry me, and I'm extremely happy to announce that she has accepted my proposal. We plan to marry in a month or two and, Harvey, I would like you to stand for me at the wedding."

"And Penny, as I don't have any children of my own, I would love it if you could be my Matron Of Honor, and the girls can be bridesmaids. What do you say?"

"Of course I will." Penny replied.

Phoebe stood up and moved around to Julia's side. She kissed her on the lips and hugged her. "I'm so happy Gramps has met you, you look so right for each other."

Jane, Harvey's daughter looked at Julia. "I'm so happy for the both of you and yes, I would love to be a bridesmaid at your wedding."

Julia stayed with me in my bed that night. It was as if she had always been there. The loving was as good, if not better than the previous night, and I was a little sad when she had to leave in the morning. We arranged that we would spend a couple of nights a week at each other's place and a couple of nights alone, sort of to ease ourselves into the marriage thing.

It was one of the nights when I was alone. I was in bed, half asleep when I heard a noise. I was paralyzed with fear. Had I imagined it, or was it like before, someone else in the house. I was almost about to get out of bed and check the house for prowlers when I felt a body, a young body, slip into my bed.

"Hi Gramps, it's only me," It could only be my 19 year old grand-daughter Phoebe, she was the only one of the grand-kids who called me that. "And my friend Lacey."

"Hi, Phoebe's Gramps." Another voice and another body in my bed.

"What's going on? What are you two doing here? This isn't right." It was around then that I realized that neither of them had any clothes on, they were delightfully naked.

"We've come to celebrate your getting married. We've thought about it and decided that, as you're not likely to have a buck's night with lot's of booze, a stripper and possibly your last chance at sex before the wedding, that we'd come and at least you'd have the sex."

She took my hand and placed it on her breast. It felt so firm and, what's the word I'm, looking for? Perky. Her nipple was erect and felt slightly rubbery. I knew that it wasn't right but I couldn't resist the temptation to caress her.

Lacey's body was behind me and I could feel her firm young breasts pressing into my back. Her hand snaked around me and she reached for my cock, which had a great deal of recent experience in becoming rect, and began stroking him through the opening in my flannelette pajamas. He succeeded again.

Phoebe had undone the buttons of my pajama top and I allowed her to remove it. She ran her fingers through the tangle of hairs on my chest and circled my nipples with her finger. "You still look pretty fit for your age, Gramps." I don't know how she could tell in the dark but it was flattering that she thought so.

"No! This isn't happening to me again. I thought that I'd imagined it before, and you let me think that I'd imagined it. And I suppose that when I see you again you'll tell me that it didn't happen and that Lacey doesn't exist. I can't go through this again!"

"Look I'm sorry about before Gramps. I should have explained it to you then, so here goes. Just before your birthday Lacey and I were discussing our sexual experiences and fantasies. Lacey told me that she really got off on fucking older men and I mentioned that I would like to try it for myself, but not with any old men. Then I thought of you, alone here after Grammy died. We discussed it and both thought that it would be a great idea to come here and fuck you for your birthday. After that night I realized that I loved being fucked by you and that I wanted to do it again, but there was something that you said that made me realize that you weren't entirely happy with the situation. Lacey said that she wanted to keep coming here but I knew that this wasn't the right thing to do, so I decided that I would have you believe that it didn't happen and that Lacey didn't exist, that way you wouldn't feel guilty about the whole thing."

"Then when you announced that you were going to marry Julia, who I absolutely think is the right person for you, I realized that I needed to let you know that you hadn't imagined us fucking that night and that Lacey was real and not a figment of your imagination. That you weren't going crazy. So we decided to come here tonight, and to put your mind at rest, the key that I had cut so we could get in is on your kitchen bench, so, that's the story. Are we forgiven?" She hugged me to her and kissed me. "I'm sorry that we screwed with your head Gramps."

"I forgive both of you, and much as I would love to fuck you again, just to be sure that it wasn't all a dream, I'm going to have to ask you both to leave. I have a woman in my life, who I love dearly, and there is no way that I am going to fuck you tonight. I will remember the last time with great fondness, but it was all a dream, a fantasy, and that's the way it will stay."