Sonntag, 25. Mai 2014

Grandfather's Loving

Written by standingstones
I was living with my grandparent's. Even though I was eighteen I was made to stay with my uncle when my grandparent's went away for one weekend. My Uncle Ken came onto me and we ended up having sex the whole weekend together. I was now back at my grandparent's house. One evening I was so horny. I got out of my clothes and got into bed. I pulled the bed sheet up over me. I reached down and was fingering my pussy. I must have been making noise. My Granddad knocked on my door.

"Are you okay in there Sarah?"

"I'm fine Granddad," I told him through the door.

I thought he had left when the door to my bedroom opened. Granddad walked in. I could see his eyes going right to the bed sheet. My tits were poking up through the material. It was deathly quiet for a moment. That was when my Granddad walked into the room and closed the door. He didn't say a word but walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge. Granddad reached over and put one hand onto one of my tits.

I let out this moan as my grandfather was rubbing my chest through the sheet. It could have been only a few moments when Granddad pull the sheet down away from my body. Granddad didn't miss a beat. He moved his hand to my damp pussy and he started to rub my pussy lips. I thought I was going to orgasm right there. Granddad then slid a finger into my pussy. I was so damn horny. I started to grind onto his finger.

Granddad fingered me for a few minutes and then he stood up. I watched as he slowly took off all his clothes. I was staring at my Granddad's hard cock. He wasn't as long as my uncle. Granddad's cock was stubby but he was so thick. Granddad climbed up onto the bed and he spread my legs.

"What about Grandmother?" I pleaded with him.

"She is sound asleep," he replied.

I knew he was right. Grandma was a sound sleeper. Nothing disturbed her at night. Granddad climbed in between my legs. He took hold of his hard prick and guided it to my pussy. I soon felt Granddad entering my passage. I felt so stretched as he slid his cock into me the whole way. Granddad took hold of my legs and pushed them up towards my chest. Granddad began to feed me his thick cock.

I had to control myself from crying out. Granddad's balls were hitting against my cheeks. I simply lost control of myself and I pushed back against Granddad's cock. The only thought I was having was that my uncle and grandfather were turning me into a cock slut. I no longer cared that my relatives were fucking me. I needed cock.

Granddad was grinding his thick monster around inside me. I could feel some small orgasms as he fed me his dick. I just lost control.

"Fuck me Granddad!"

I saw a smile on my Granddad's face as he sped up giving me his cock. It was so quiet in the bed. The only sound you could hear was my grandfather's sacs slapping against my bottom. He must have fucked me for close to an hour. I heard Granddad grunt a few times and then he unloaded inside me. His oily cum squirted deep into my belly. My pussy tightened around his prick and I milked all his seed from his dick.

Granddad must have had a lot of cum stored up. I could feel his cum leaking out of my pussy. Granddad left his cock in me after he finished fucking me. I was shaking from the sex we just had. My grandfather eventually pulled out. He ended up kissing my hard nipples and making me have even more orgasms. Granddad soon got up from the bed and he held a finger to his mouth. I stayed quiet as my grandfather got dressed and then left my room.

I was lying on my bed spent from the fucking I just took. I reached down and rubbed my pussy with a finger. I brought some of Granddad's cum up to my lips. I tasted my Granddad's seed. It was the first time I ever took cum in my mouth. It tasted so sweet and earthy. After I cleaned up with some tissues I fell soundly to sleep.

The next morning my grandfather acted as if nothing had happened between us. My pussy was aching. I wanted him again. We got our chance when my grandmother went to the market that afternoon. She normally met up with her friends for lunch. She would be gone for a few hours at minimum. Granddad and I got naked and we went into the shower together. Granddad turned on the shower head and we got into the tub.

Granddad had me place my hands on the shower wall. He got in behind me and I felt his mushroom probing my pussy. He slid his stubby cock into me and we ended up fucking as the water poured over us. Granddad was like an animal there in the shower. He practically lifted me up every time he shoved his cock into my pussy. This time I screamed as I took my grandfather's cock. I need fucked so badly and I didn't care who might hear us.

Granddad reached around and took hold of my nipples. He was pinching them and making them so hard. I ended up squirting my juices as Granddad filled me with his hard rod. Somehow Granddad had more cum to give me that afternoon. I felt him explode inside me. My pussy went crazy and I squeezed his fat cock with my muscles.

Granddad did pull out and I let his cum spill onto the floor of the tub. Our love juices ended up washing down the drain. After we finished my grandfather told me he had been wanting to fuck me for the longest time. He finally got his wish. When Grandma got back it was if everything was normal. I had now took cum from my uncle's and grandfather's bare cocks. I wasn't on any birth control. I was worried that one of them might have made me pregnant.

I guess I will just have to wait and see. I do know I am not finished having sex with either of them. Even now my pussy is aching to be taken again by my loving relatives.

Samstag, 17. Mai 2014

Granddad's Love Returns

Written by standingstones

Last summer I took my granddaughter Martha as my lover. Now she was back at college and I missed her. Luckily, the Christmas holidays were in the next couple of days. I would see my lover soon. I was home when the doorbell rang. It was Martha. She practically flew into my arms and kissed me firmly on the lips.

"You don't know how much I missed you Granddad!" Martha blurted out.

I could feel her firm boobs poking me in the chest, as she hugged me tightly. Martha took me by the hand and led me back to my bedroom.

"I want to give you your Christmas gift," she told me.

Martha started to peel off every piece of clothing she had on. I had almost forgotten how firm and large her breasts were. As she pulled her panties off, I spied her shaved pussy. My cock was really stirring in my pants now. She came over to me and practically ripped off my clothes. When she saw my semi-hard cock, she let out a gasp.

"My God, I had almost forgotten how big you were!"

Martha basically pulled me down on top of her. We were wrestling on the bed. My mouth was planted on her erect nipples. I was biting and sucking them both. Martha arched her back and gave me full access. I was kissing her chest all over. Soon I was working my way down. I slowly spread her thighs and started to kiss her mound. I thought Martha was going to cum right there and then.

I moved my mouth to her wet opening and I slipped my tongue inside her. Martha let out a squeal. I began to tongue fuck her as hard and fast as I could. Martha lifted her ass up and let me take her . It was when I push a finger into her wet pussy that Martha exploded. She splashed my face with her warm juices. I didn't stop tonguing her until I felt the last drops of her cum on my face.

Martha looked like a wet towel lying on the floor. I was far from done with her, however. I took my cock in my hand and began to rub my mushroom head up and down her slit. Martha's eyes got big as she knew what was coming next. I sunk the head in past her folds. I thought Martha was going to pass out.

"Do you still want me?" I asked my granddaughter.

"You know I need that fat cock, God don't tease me, Granddad," Martha was pleading with me.

I sunk it into her hot quim with one push. Martha nearly launched herself from the bed. She was mine now and I took her. I plowed her pussy with my thick monster. Martha said it felt like there was a snake in her belly. I took hold of her ankles and lifted her legs. I had a clear passage to fuck her as deeply as I wanted to. Martha was looking down to where my cock was. I had shoved it into her all the way, my sacs were resting on her bottom.

I gave her some hard, short thrusts. Martha began to scream out loud.

"Fuck me as hard as you can, please Granddad!"

I was going to make sure my sexy, hot granddaughter was mine for good. I ploughed into her and slammed my cock again and again into her tight hole. The sweat was pouring off of both of us. Martha was clamped around my shaft. I could feel her pussy quaking as I gave it to her.

"You are my cock whore, aren't you Martha?" I quizzed her.

"I'll do anything you want, just don't stop fucking me!" Martha screamed to me.

I had lost all reasoning by this time. Here I was fucking my granddaughter, and I didn't care. I had to have her and I wasn't about to share her with anyone else. A few more strokes and I felt my seed rising up through my pole. I was trying to hold back, but it wasn't working. I erupted inside Martha's belly. I blew a scalding load of my manseed deep into her. Martha met me with her own gigantic orgasm. We were both panting as I kept up my stroking. Our juices were leaking out everywhere. I slowly pulled out of Martha's pussy. I think we both fell asleep within minutes.

When we both came to, I was in Martha's arms, kissing her mouth. We didn't talk for the longest time. We just explored each other's body. Then Martha told me something. At school, she had gotten so horny, she gave in to temptation. She took a handsome guy into her bed. Unfortunately, this man's cock wasn't all that big. Martha said she had to fake an orgasm with him. She wanted my big cock after that, it was so frustrating to her. I was on her mind night and day, she told me. I told her that masturbating just wasn't cutting either. I ached to be inside her pussy once more.

Christmas break was shorter than you could have imagined. Martha needed to spend time with her parents, but she managed to break free and spend a night with me. I turned my granddaughter into a slut for my cock that holiday season. Was it intentional? The more I think on it, the answer was yes. I made her realize no one could satisfy her quite like I could. It didn't take much convincing, to be honest.

Martha rode my cock that last night together. I tried to stretch her to the breaking point. I talked dirty to her at every chance. I managed to turn her into the most needy woman you could imagine. I was surprised how long I managed to stay hard and how much cum I gave Martha. When we finally kissed goodbye, Martha said her pussy was so sore from all the fucking I gave her. Martha said that once she finishes with school, she is planning on finding a job close to home. She wants to be close to her parents and to her dear, old Granddad!

Donnerstag, 8. Mai 2014

Granddad's Love

Written by standingstones

I had gotten a call from my daughter-in-law, Katey. She had said the toilet had backed up at their place, and she needed me to come over to fix it. My name is Jack, and my son, Nick, was away on business. That left me to help out my son's family whenever a problem arose. I grabbed my plumbing tools and went over to their house. The problem only took maybe fifteen minutes to fix. Katey and my nineteen year old granddaughter, Martha, were back in business. I left after being thanked and went back home.

Later that day, I heard the doorbell ring. It was Martha, bringing me some dinner that her mother had prepared. It was a thank-you gift for what I had done. Martha came in as I put the food away. We then went into the living room. I sat down and Martha sat on the armrest of the sofa.

"Mom and Dad always say they don't know what we would do without you, Granddad." Martha said.

"That is what I am here for, to help out when I can, Martha." I replied back.

Granddad, do you miss Grandmother?"

"Of course I do, Martha, there isn't a day goes by I don't think of her."

Martha had placed her hand on my back and was rubbing me, trying to console me, I guess.

"I care a great deal about you Granddad, you know that, I hope," Martha told me.

"Yes, I do know you care," I replied to her.

I looked up from where I was seated. Martha had on the tightest shirt and shorts I probably had seen in some time. Her tits were pushing hard through her shirt. Between that and her hand on my back I was getting a bit uncomfortable. My cock was starting to rise and I was trying not to let it show. Martha kissed me on the forehead. When I looked up, we were staring at each other. Our faces were just inches apart. She then just moved closer and kissed me on the lips.

It all went so fast from there. I opened my mouth and our tongues soon touched. I pulled her body closer to me. I then came out of my haze. I had been french kissing my granddaughter. I pulled away quickly.

"I am so sorry Martha, I lost my head just then," I said.

"I think we both wanted that, Granddad." I think Martha had been truthful there.

Martha stood up and then knelt down in front of me. She reached out and tugged on the zipper of my pants. I sat there totally shocked, but I didn't stop her either. She reached in and freed my cock up.

"Oh my God, Granddad, it's so big!" Martha blurted out.

I was blessed with a big cock, that was for sure. I am around eight inches in length and pretty thick also. My late wife jokingly said that was the reason she married me. Martha then started to kiss the head of my cock. She then ran her tongue across my piss slit. Martha attempted to take me into her mouth. She only got maybe half of me inside. It didn't matter. I was hard as a baseball bat now.

Martha then stood up and freed herself of her clothes. She had nice firm breasts, and her nipples were quite erect. Martha shaved her pussy down until just a small strip of hair was showing. She then pulled my shirt and pants from me. Martha then pushed me back onto the couch. She climbed on top of me and began to rub her pussy across the flat part of my cock. I had to do everything in my power not to cum right there.

Finally, Martha lifted herself up. She was positioned directly over my shaft. She lowered herself onto my cockhead. Martha then began to feel me enter her.

Oh my God, it's so fucking big!" Martha blurted out.

It didn't stop however. I placed my hands on her asscheeks and started to pull on them. I wanted her so bad now. Wrong or not, I was thinking with my cockhead. I was going to take Martha and give her every inch of me. I brought my ass up, plunging deeper into Martha's pussy. Looking up at Martha's face, she looked completely out of it. Like she was shocked at how it felt to have me in her.

I started to pump into her pussy and Martha met me with her own motions. I was sliding into her wet hole and she was slamming down on me. It had been a long time since I had last made love to anyone. It was two years since my wife died. I had all this sexual energy stored up, that was for sure. I gave Martha exactly what she craved, my cock.

I could feel Martha shudder as if she was having these mini-orgasms. Martha began to get very vocal, She was shouting how she wanted me to fuck her until she was senseless. Thank God, we were at my old house and not in some thin walled apartment. I reached up and took a breast in each of my hands. I was squeezing them, milking each tit and Martha had this lustful look on her face. We must have fucked for a long time. I just remember doing it and it seemed to last forever.

Eventually I couldn't hold it back. I knew I should pull out. I didn't even ask to see if Martha was on the pill. I sure hadn't been wearing a rubber. It was skin hitting skin. I blasted a giant load of my seed into Martha's belly. She screamed when she felt me unload. I really pounded her pussy then. Driving my cock into her as hard as was possible. Martha said she was cumming and we both erupted together.

I think we continued for another fifteen minutes or more. Who could tell? Soon Martha was lying on my chest, spent from all our fucking. I left my cock in her, and Martha whimpered when she felt my thick pole move a little inside her. Martha recovered enough to pull off of me. We took turns cleaning up in the bathroom. Afterwards Martha said she had never made love to anyone with a cock of my size. It felt so wonderful inside her pussy. Martha never wanted me to stop.

I am not the young guy I once was either. I still have stamina, but I can't fuck all day long. Martha wanted to prove me wrong. She led me back to my bedroom. She got onto her back and motioned for me to come to her. I got on top and I took Martha one more time. I lifted her legs and pushed them against her tits. I then sunk my thick monster into her waiting pussy. It was more of the same this time, maybe even better.

I rammed her pussy even longer. I stretched her pussy and fed her my cock until she was screaming. I hadn't encountered lovemaking like that in a long time. Martha told me to make her my cock slave. I pushed in so hard, my ball sacs were bouncing off her ass. Martha was extremely wet now. When she did cum she squirted all over me. When she came I just stopped stroking her. I let her feel my stationary cock. I flexed the muscles in my pecker and that seemed to set her off. There were more orgasms than she could count.

For the rest of that summer, Martha was my lover. She said that her pussy and my cock made a perfect fit together. I couldn't deny that. The problem was that Martha was going back to college soon. The summer was almost over. I think we were both sad because the next time we would see each other would be Christmas.

Martha is now back at school. We talk on the phone, to be sure. Martha said she is saving herself for me alone. I know what we were doing was dead wrong, but I know I want her still and she wants me. It is hard to turn away a college aged woman who wants your cock. I can tell you this from first hand knowledge. Hopefully during the holidays, I will have my granddaughter back in my bed.

Donnerstag, 1. Mai 2014

My Birthday

Written by Mackie2006

Yesterday was my birthday. Not my eighteenth birthday as in so many Literotica stories, turn it around and that's more like it. I was eighty-one yesterday.

When Elsie died six years ago, I just couldn't abide living alone in the big, empty family home, so I sold it and moved to the cottage. She was just two years younger than me, and she went before her time, but that is life, I guess.

We have always lived in what they call Cottage Country, so it was no big deal winterize the cottage and decide what I wanted there for my retirement home.

I moved things like furniture and other stuff around a bit to have what I wanted, and get rid of the rest. Some things were given to family members, some were sold, and some even ended up in the dump.

The cottage is situated on a low hill overlooking the lake about a hundred yards away. I have a dock there and a twelve foot aluminum boat I use for fishing.

The cottage was sure a wonderful place to be, so many fun filled family week ends with the kids and then the grand kids. Great times when family or friends would come up from the cities down south to go fishing, or just relax for a few days. It was a great place to get away from the rat race, but that was in the past, nowadays, it's almost too quiet.

I'm not complaining, I'm comfortable here. I have all that anyone needs, and I have my memories to keep me company. Lots of really good memories too!

I was always into books and I have a library that contains more books than I will ever read in this lifetime. I have satellite TV to keep me abreast of what is going on in the world, and I have my car, snug in the garage that I built with my own hands a few years back, ready to carry me anywhere I might want to go.

Travel doesn't interest me much, and I mostly keep to myself because the family is always so busy when I go to visit them. Oh, they tell me that they are glad to see me, and go out of their way to make me feel welcome, but they are all a part of the rat race that governs our lives, and their time is not their own.

It was late fall, the leaves were mostly all gone, and an early dusting of snow left a couple of inches of the white stuff on the ground.

Most of the family had headed down south, two carloads of them off to Panama City in Florida to enjoy some sun and surf. It looked like I would be alone for my birthday, but really, that was no big deal. After you have had as many birthdays as I have, celebrating them is no big deal.

This year my birthday falls on a Sunday, and I thought that I would drive out to the highway for a meal at the gas station. They have a pretty good restaurant there, and a meal there would let me celebrate my birthday with some of my memories.

Imagine my surprise when mid morning on Saturday my granddaughter Karen's little red truck pulls in the yard.

She graduated from high school a couple of years ago, and her family bought her the truck for a graduation present, but more likely in recognition that she would need some wheels to attend university.

It was a cute little truck, candy apple red, with a tonneau cover over the short box. It had a stick shift and there were two bucket seats in it. Karen had it tricked out in all the do-dads that young people seem to need on their vehicles.

Karen's mom told me that they bought the truck for her because she liked trucks, and because they hoped that she would get in less trouble with a truck that only had two seats in it. She said that too often a bunch of rowdy back seat kids were the cause of accidents.

It was chilly out there, and before I could pull on a jacket to go welcome her, Karen had lifted up the metal tonneau cover, and extracted a plastic laundry basket from the box. I was able to make it to the door to open it for her when she got to the cottage.

I opened the door and stood aside as Karen breezed into the place with a cheerful, "Hi Gramps." I hate it when anybody calls me Gramps, or Pops, but I never have the heart to tell her that.

We go back a long way! Karen was always the one that spent time with her grandfather, whether it was at our home or here at the cottage. We had lots of good times together before she grew up into that "young lady" that had other interests and not much time for grandpa.

Karen told me that she was always short of cash, and she decided to come out and houseclean my place in lieu of a birthday gift. She also told me that she had brought some groceries with her from home.

First thing that Karen does is to make a lunch from the stuff that I have on hand.

After lunch, she puts the dirty dishes in the sink with the breakfast dishes, and starts stripping my bed, getting ready to do some laundry.

Karen goes through the house like a good dose of salts, grabbing everything she can find to wash, and then she starts vacuuming the rugs, taking the mats out to beat the dust out of them, and that sort of thing.

When the laundry is done, then it's the same thing all over again, but this time it's in reverse, putting things back, and making my bed up with clean bed clothes.

Then she turns her attention to the refrigerator, and that is a revelation. Despite her twenty years in this life, it would appear that Karen knows what best for me, better than my eighty some years of experience with myself.

It just doesn't matter what I say, if she thinks that some food is too old, no good, or whatever, it's gone into the garbage, and that's that, no argument. Thankfully she brought most things needed to replace what she has thrown out.

Karen's work is not finished by supper time, but she gets a meal on the table a couple of hours later, and we sit down to a good meal, served perfectly. She even brought a little bouquet of artificial flowers for a centerpiece on the table, and for the first time in a long while, the table has a tablecloth on it.

Just watching Karen work has worn me out, and after watching the National News that comes on at nine, I tell her that it's off to be for me.

Karen told me that it was too early for her to turn in, and she would see if she could find a good movie on the TV before going to bed. She came into my arms, gave me a nice kiss, telling me to sleep tight and don't let the bugs bite, a joke from the time we had together when she was a child.

Somewhere along about three in the morning, my full bladder warned me that a catastrophe was imminent unless something was done quickly to avert it.

I rose from my bed, went to the bathroom and did what had to be done, and returned to my bed, still more than half asleep.

I was surprised to see Karen, naked, sound asleep in my bed, but I was too sleepy for it to completely register in my mind.

I went back to sleep and slept like a log, better than I have in a long time.

When I woke up, I was lying on my side with my legs drawn up, and Karen was sleeping beside me, her ass spooned up to me, naked as a jay bird.

I didn't know what to make of this, wondering what to do next, and to tell the truth, I was a little embarrassed.

I need not have worried, Karen wakened a couple of minutes later, and when she became aware that I was awake, she wiggled her ass around, trying to snuggle it up even closer to me, if that was possible.

Not knowing what to do in this situation, I grabbed her like I used to do, wrestled her around a bit and pretended to bite her neck where it meets her shoulder. "You better be careful young lady, or I'll eat you," I said.

"Would you do that for me?" Karen asked.

"I would do anything for you Karen," I replied and let her go.

She bounced out of bed, making no effort to cover her nakedness, wishing me a Happy Birthday, and informing that the birthday boy was to get his breakfast in bed this morning.

Karen pulled on a flowered house coat and bounced off to the kitchen to make our breakfast, after asking me what I wanted.

To tell the truth, I would have preferred to eat in the kitchen, and sit at the table talking to her while she prepared breakfast, especially if she would take the house coat off!

However, it was her show, and I let her play it out, but in the meantime I had to get up to go to the bathroom for a leak. That taken care of, I felt a lot better and went back to bed to await developments.

When she brought my breakfast to me on a tray, there was a big blue pill on the tray, and she insisted that I take the pill right away while she was watching. After I took the pill, I started eating the breakfast she had prepared while she sat on the edge of the bed, and balancing her tray on her knees, ate her breakfast.

Karen wasn't the least bit concerned about keeping the front of her house coat closed, and in a way it would be ridiculous to worry about it now after the way she was prancing around in the nude earlier.

I got some good looks at her saucy little tits, her belly button and the fine hair that covered her pubic mound. I did get a couple of accidental glances at her cunt, and I would have liked to have a better look, but that was not to be.

She took the trays to the kitchen when we were finished, and after cleaning them up, she came back in my bed room, took the house coat off, and sat on the side of the bed naked.

All the while, Karen is carrying on a conversation with me in a bantering way, not the slightest bit self conscious about her nudity. The joking around started taking on a sexy tone, at times getting almost raunchy, and as she was moving around the room, I got to see me all of her treasures.

Gradually Karen was coming on to me, rubbing my chest with her hand, rubbing her tits on my chest when she kissed me on the lips.

It wasn't long until she crawled back in bed with me, and began to rub my belly with her hand. Then her hand went a little lower, and she started to play with my pubic hair with her fingers.

I could feel my cock starting to stand up, and it felt good, no doubt helped along by that minx Karen who was getting bolder with everything that she did to me. Now she was rubbing her cunt on my knee, and I could tell that it was wet. That helped too!

Rubbing her cunt on my leg put her perky little tits on a level with my belly and I could feel the firm little nipples rubbing against me there. Her belly was rubbing my pecker and it was making it harder than it had been in twenty years.

Finally, Karen took my cock in her hand and squeezed it, then stroking it three or four strokes. At that point Karen moved around until was within inches of my cock, looking it all over, sliding the foreskin back, squeezing a little pre cum from it and finally lightly kissing the head of it.

Now I was desperately wanting to get my cock into some hole, preferably a woman's cunt. It seemed that Karen sensed my desperation, took my cock in her mouth, and plunged until my cock reached the back of her throat. A few strokes later, she pulled away, and positioned her cunt so that it was right in front of my face.

Earlier, I was trying to get a peek at Karen's cunt, but there it was, inches from eyes, and I was seeing the most intimate details of her darling little pussy.

"Eat me Grandpa, you said you would," Karen told me, a little plaintively.

I had never heard that term before, and there was no way I was going to become a cannibal, no matter what. "You want me to suck your cunt?" I asked tentatively.

"Yeah, just do it!" she replied, kind of breathlessly.

I got my hands under her ass and held her cunt to me. Getting my nose right in it, I could smell her woman scent, not strong, but unmistakable. I got my tongue going and did whatever she seemed to like the most, until she climaxed.

When she came, she rolled off of me, and lying on her back, she pulled me on top of her. She guided my pole into her fuck hole, and after savoring the feel for a minute or so, I began to work with her. The feeling was incredible, something I never expected to feel again.

Little Miss Karen was bouncing her ass all over the bed and was whimpering with her lust. She was telling me to fuck her, to fuck her hard, and when she came she made an even greater effort to get me off.

I wanted to come and I was really trying, but I just could not make it. After fucking her for quite a long time, I gave up, I couldn't get off.

Lying on my side after resting for fifteen minutes or so, I pulled her ass to me, and slid my cock in her cunt. There was no doubt that I could get further into her in this position, and it felt good. I didn't have to worry about keeping my weight off of her or anything else, all I had to concentrate on was my pecker sliding in and out of her cunt.

Even so, I had the added attraction of rubbing her taut little belly, feeling her cunt or playing with her lovely little tits, all attractions worthy of one's undivided attention.

A bonus of this position was my ability to stroke faster. I have never heard fucking rated in strokes per minute, or inches per some measure of time, but if you measured it in pleasure, it was the greatest for me.

The faster I went, the faster I wanted to go. The deeper I went, the deeper I wanted to go, both of which turned Karen on a little more. Before long, I could feel tingling in my scrotum, the signal of an approaching orgasm. It took quite a while to reach my orgasm, but there was no doubt in my mind that I was coming this time.

And come I did. I had the most exquisite orgasm in all of my years! It was something else, something I will never forget.

Karen was really wound up, and I had to put my hand on her ass to stop her because she was starting to hurt me. I couldn't just leave her up there, so I finger fucked her till she had a couple of shattering orgasms, and it was her turn to beg me to stop.

I cuddled her to me after that until I fell asleep. The first thing I knew, Karen was waking me for lunch, fully dressed and looking like she just got out of the shower.

We had a pleasant lunch, never mentioning our little encounter once, but gabbing about everything else. We talked about her university studies, in her second year now, and she complained that it was tough. There was a lot of work that had to be done, and the work was not easy either.

After lunch Karen cleaned up, washed the dishes, then packed up her cleaning supplies in the laundry basked, put her ski jacket on and prepared to leave.

I thanked her profusely for what I called the nicest gift I ever got for my birthday, and cleaning up the place too.

I held the door open for her as she left carrying the laundry basket to her truck. It was snowing lightly now, and her boots left tracks in the snow. I watched as her little ass winked at me as she walked across the yard. She put the laundry basket in the back of the truck and as she turned to get in the truck, she yelled over her shoulder, "Love ya Gramps," got in the truck and was gone.

I wonder? Maybe next year, who knows!