Mittwoch, 28. Dezember 2016

Curious Chelsea and Bad Grandpa

Written by Mister Reason

When Walter Gold found out that his daughter was coming to visit him and his wife for a week last summer, he had mixed feelings about the visit because while he enjoyed seeing Brenda there were always memories that went along with seeing his newly divorced daughter, and some of them were slightly seedy.

Brenda had made a slight change of plans on the eve of her visit, and according to Walter's wife Louise, Brenda was bringing her daughter Chelsea along because apparently she couldn't trust the newly turned 18 year old home alone for a whole week. While Chelsea was a studious and well-mannered girl, in her mother's words, "She's 18. Remember what I was like when I was 18?"

"You weren't so bad," Walter's wife assured Brenda, but Walter had only smiled and stayed silent because he knew a little different.

Chelsea had become quite a nice looking young woman, although nowhere near the woman her Mom had been at her age. Chelsea seemed like a work in process, although her pug nose and dimples made the mop-top adorable even though she was not the voluptuous vixen daughter Brenda had been back then.

Looking at the nubile girl during the first evening of their visit had inspired Walter to keep his wife awake a little later after turning in, and while that wasn't unusual for the couple even though they were in their sixties, Louise had been reluctant when Walter made his move.

"Be quiet though," Louise had warned Walter as she straddled him and put his stiff tool into her pussy. "Mustn't wake the kids."

Walter had stayed quiet as he let his still energetic wife do all the work, but when he saw the shadow at the bottom of the bedroom door he knew that one of their guests was already awake and listening to the bed creak and Louise grunt each time she impaled herself with him.

There used to be feet outside the door a lot when Brenda lived at home, and that thought had always turned him on, but there was no telling whose feet were now casting the shadows. His daughter or his granddaughter? Who was the curious one?


The next morning Louise tried to rope Walter into going to the city to shop at the mall with them, and since that was far from what he wanted to do he made up a story about promising a friend of his to help him do some sprucing up at the VFW Hall.

What he suspected he would end up doing would be visiting the club but instead of fixing things up he would end up knocking a few back and maybe shoot some pool with the guys, so he left in his car and Brenda was going to drive to the city with hers.

"What about Chelsea?" Louise asked Brenda as they followed Walter out the door.

"Chelsea said she's tired. Probably spent all night on her phone talking to her friends," Brenda said. "Besides, she spends a lot of time at the mall near us so it isn't a big deal for her."

Walter's ears pricked up at that but he just got in his car and waved goodbye, and after driving down the road in the direction of the VFW and seeing his wife and daughter going the other way, the senior citizen made a pit stop at the club, quickly knocking back a beer and a bump before heading right back home.


After Walter got back to his house he paused at the door and pondered whether Chelsea was napping or awake. A best case scenario would find her asleep in her bed in his daughter's old room, but an even better one would find the teen naked and toweling herself off after taking a shower.

It had been decades since Walter had used that peephole he fashioned that gave him a bird's-eye view of that bedroom, and the idea of actually getting to use it again was making his heart race as he entered the house slowly and went down the hall.

"No crime in looking," Walter muttered to himself as he headed to the closet that faced the bedroom. "She's 18."

In his heart Walter knew that he was making excuses for his deviant behavior just as he always had, as if a girl turning 18 made it okay to peek at them in their private sanctuary.

"I was a caring father and now I'm a grandfather who wants to see how his granddaughter is - how should I put this? Developing?" he snickered under his breath, hearing his thoughts as words making it even nastier that it was.

He would go to church with his wife to make up for this sin, he told himself, and vowed that he wouldn't drop off during the sermon either as he removed the piece of wood that hid the spyglass.

"Lead me not into temptation," he chuckled as he leaned into the wall and looked inside at the bedroom and the perfect view of the bed. Empty and unmade.

"Rats," Walter said as he replace the wood and eased back out into the hall and headed towards the living room where he suspected Chelsea would be watching TV or reading, but the room was dark.

There was a light on at the other end of the house, visible through the open door of their bedroom, and it wasn't like Louise to leave lights on either. Showing a remarkable ability to tread quietly despite his 5'10" and 165 pound frame, he made his way down the hall.

Naughty girl, he sighed when he saw his granddaughter snooping through in his bedroom. That must run in the family because Walter had done the very same thing to Chelsea's bedroom after they arrived yesterday and Louise has taken them out to see her garden.

Not wanting to get caught, he had made only a cursory look at Chelsea's things, long enough to see that his granddaughter had brought her own toothpaste, Crest Extra Whitening, her own deodorant, Dove go fresh, and learned that the sweet little thing wore a lightly padded 32B bra and size 4 panties.

Snooping in her grandparents bedroom, Chelsea wasn't going in the underwear drawer but was concentrating on the shelf and the drawer under the big screen TV, looking through the DVD's there.

The real movies like Casablanca and Citizen Kane were out in the living room though. The movies Chelsea was looking through were of a completely different nature, and Walter was surprised that Louise hadn't insisted he lock them up with company coming because as she would put it, "We don't want the family to think we're a couple of perverts."

Well that cat was out of the bag, and in Walter's mind it also cleared up any doubt about who was standing outside the door the night before. It had been sweet and innocent Chelsea, who was now wearing a pink tank-top with a bra underneath and green shorts that were short enough to show she had nice legs.

Walter enjoyed watching his granddaughter examining the porn without her knowing he was there, and he was pleased to see that his eyesight was still as sharp as ever because even from 10 feet or so he could see the faint blonde down on the backs of Chelsea's thighs.

All good things come to an end though because after he made a couple of steps inside the bedroom he hit that squeaky spot, and that set off a series of events.

"Finding anything interesting?" Walter asked as he made his presence known just as Chelsea was turning around, and his granddaughter let out a yelp that coincided with the DVD's she was holding going flying in the air as she did an excellent impression of a deer in the headlights.

"Sorry," Chelsea said as she scrambled to pick up the DVD's.

"There's movies in the living room - might even be some of your Mom's Care Bears VHS tapes somewhere too," Walter said as he bent down and helped Chelsea gather them up, not passing up the chance to peek down the open neck of the top to see much of what seemed to be perky handfuls of titties.

"Sorry Grandpa," Chelsea repeated, wincing when he took one of the ones from her.

"Lesbian Seductions," Walter read. "This something you're interested in?"

"No," Chelsea quickly replied. "I was just..."

"Curious? Curious Chelsea. That has a nice ring to it."

"I'm sorry. Please don't tell Mom about - this."

"Tell her about what?" Walter asked with a smile, setting the DVD's down and putting his hand on the soft skin of her shoulder. "No need to tell anybody anything is there? No harm done. Besides, your grandmother would be more upset than anybody."

"I dunno about that," Chelsea replied. "Mom and me lately? She's caught me doing - stuff I shouldn't do."

"It happens. So this is our secret. Just so you know, these movies aren't mine. They're ours," Walter confided. "Your Grandma and I may be old but we aren't square and we aren't dead."

"Then again," Walter added. "Whoever was outside the door eavesdropping last night could tell there's still life in us."

"Hey, it's okay," Walter added when Chelsea's shocked look was accompanied by her eyes filling up and nervous biting of her lower lip. "Really. There's nothing wrong with being curious."

"It's not right snooping. I do it at home sometimes to Mom," Chelsea admitted.

"Did she catch you?"

"Omigod no! She caught me - doing something else wrong."

"Oh, so you listened to your Mom and Dad when they were together?" Walter asked, and after his granddaughter nodded he asked, "Anybody since then?"

"A guy comes over sometimes," Chelsea said. "And then there's..."

"Go ahead. Secrets."

"There's a lady friend of hers," Chelsea said. "Mom had me call her Aunt Shirley but she's not really my aunt. She sleeps over sometimes in Mom's room."

"I see," he responded, and as he held up the Lesbian Seductions DVD wondered aloud, "Maybe your Mom would like to borrow this."

Chelsea let out a nervous grin and Walter had her sit on the edge of the bed with him after complaining about his back.

"Is that something you are into also?" Walter asked, but Chelsea didn't answer which may or may not have been an answer so he just said, "I know if I was a girl I sure would be."

"Boys always say that," Chelsea giggled, and her grandfather joined her even though his boyhood days were long ago and far away.

"Would you like to watch one of these?" he said, even offering to leave the room before saying, "There's a DVD player in your room. Feel free to take what you want."

"No, that's okay."

"Anything else you see in there that tickles your fancy?" her grandfather asked as he leaned over into the open drawer, and he pulled out a dildo of Louise's, an old ivory one. "You know what this is?"

"Course I do Grandpa," Chelsea replied, and then after a moment of silence added, "I have one at home."

"That so?"

"Yeah, a purple one but it isn't as big as that one."

"After you get married and have kids, you might find you need a bigger one," Walter suggested.

"That's what Mom caught me doing," his granddaughter confessed. "What I said before? I wasn't with a boy. She got home early and caught me - you know?"

"Embarrassing I bet, but it happens. She didn't get mad did she?"

"No, she just told me to close my door in the future."

"How about these?" Walter asked when he pulled out a pair of furry handcuffs.

"Purple. That's the same color as my - you know," Chelsea said with a chuckle. "They look soft."

"They are," Walter assured her and then added, "Here. Try them on. They come off easy."

His hands were trembling slightly as he snapped them on her pale wrists, and after his granddaughter wiggled her hands around she agreed that they were soft.

"And when you want them to come off, all you do is gently move your hands apart and say the secret word. Presto!"

"Presto!" Chelsea said as she followed the instructions.

"Try again," her grandfather suggested.

"Presto! Presto!"

"That's funny," Walter said. "I wonder if your grandmother changed the secret word?"

"Presto!" Chelsea repeated with a concerned look on her face. "You said they come off easy."

"Whoops! Guess I was wrong," her grandfather said as he put her hand on her knee and softly rubbed the smooth shin. "Just kidding. Relax. We're just having fun."

"Your skin is so soft and smooth," Walter said as he moved his hand up her thigh a little. "When you get our age our skin feels nothing like this."

"Grandpa?" Chelsea said, seeming to weakly protest but judging by the way the teen's nipples were trying to burst through the blouse and the bra there was a part of her that liked it, and Walter noted that even though the girl's breasts might be small her nipples looked big.

"Just having fun aren't we honey? Secret fun," Walter told her as he looked around before spotting what he needed above the walk-in closet doors. "I have an idea. Why don't I pretend to punish you for snooping in my room?"

"Huh?" Chelsea said as she got led over in chains, and when her grandfather put her with her back to the closet he said, "Up we go."

Walter raised Chelsea's arms by the cuffs and put the chain between them over a nail and took a step back to look at his helpless granddaughter suspended there with her arms almost fully extended.

"Perfect. Doesn't hurt does it? It never hurt your Grandma," Walter said as he looked at the way her nipples thrust out even harder although the stretching made her breasts look smaller. "I bet the boys are crazy about you."

Chelsea shook her head as her grandfather took that step back towards her, and she gasped when his index fingers began to run circles around her nipples on the tank-top.

"I bet they're really sensitive."


"It's okay. Just relax. Is it hot in here?" Walter asked as he noted the arm holes of her blouse were damp, and Chelsea shivered when he ran the back of her fingers through her moist armpit and the tiny strip of peach fuzz in the center of the milky hollows. "Didn't shave I see. When's the last time you did?"

"Week or so," Chelsea mumbled as she kept twitching under the stroking.

"You're nothing like your Mom," Walter recalled. "When she was your age she got rebellious and stopped shaving for a summer and by August her armpits were hairier than mine. You only have a little peach fuzz under your arms. Do you like me touching you like this?"

"You - you're my grandfather."

"I know. I'm a caring grandfather who's punishing his granddaughter for being naughty, and although you won't admit it there's a part of you that likes this," Walter told her. "If I really wanted to punish you I would have snapped a picture of you snooping, or would just leave these cuffs on you. Just relax baby."

"Omigod!" Chelsea groaned when her grandfather leaned forward as he reached around her, his tongue gliding along the down under her arm as he reached beneath the back of her blouse and deftly unhooked her bra. "Grandpa!"

"It's tough when your mouth says no but your body says yes honey," Walter said as he moved his hands around to cup her titties, pushing the top and bra to her collarbone as he could see what he was squeezing, the modest breasts made remarkable by Chelsea's plump puffy nipples which were a ruddy crimson and jutted way out. "They're beautiful - and they like being played with don't they?"

The girl seemed to be reeling in place, almost hanging by her wrist as the old man kneaded her sensitive breasts, and then he leaned against Chelsea and slid his hand down the front of her shorts and under her panties in one effortless motion.

"Oh Chelsea," Walter moaned as his hand was trapped between her wet undies and her mound. "You hardly any hair down there. Do you shave it?"

"No," the girl whimpered as she tried to thrust her hips into her grandfather's finger as it slid up and down the slick opening of her womanhood.

"You a virgin honey? Tell me. Our secret," Walter whispered as he kissed her neck while dipping the tip of his finger into the vise.


"You want to cum don't you?"

"Yes. Please."

"Then tell me. Are you a virgin?"

"NO. Mikey Masters," Chelsea whimpered as he butt slammed into the closet doors. "Went to the prom. Took me to a motel after."

"He the only one?"

"No. Next night. He took me back to the same motel. Got me drunk. Three of his friends showed up."

"Did they rape you honey?"

"No Grandpa," Chelsea cried. "I liked it."

"That's so hot. I want to fuck you too honey," Walter said while undoing his trousers, and after almost falling was he kicked his boxers off he saw Chelsea's expression when she saw his erection springing around in front of him.

"Don't worry. It's not thick baby," he said as he pulled the handcuffs off the hook and spun his granddaughter onto her back on the bed with her blouse and bra still around her neck.

"I'll be as gentle as I can be," Walter promised as he pulled Chelsea's shorts and panties down, exposing the raised mound with just a wisp of golden brown hair around the labia

"OHHH!!" the girl screamed as the man who was just as crazed as his granddaughter put the tip of his long uncut rod into the fold and eased down, with Chelsea squealing and thrashing with the cuffs still on.

Her pussy was incredibly tight as the senior did his best to be gentle as he impaled her with his freakishly long member, but the girl was starting to cum by the third or fourth stroke, her legs kicking wildly as her sex tried to crush the invader.

"So tight," Walter kept muttering after Chelsea orgasm ebbed, and even though it was beginning to loosen up as his lanky body rose up and down, it was still so snug that the old man knew he wouldn't last.

Walter forced himself to hold back when he heard his granddaughter begin to make sounds like a seal barking, but then when her pussy clamped down along with her body convulsing, he lost it.

"AWW!" Walter groaned as he sent a volley of his hopefully dormant seed deep into her womb, and after he stopped cumming he suspended himself over the girl, whose face was flushed and her chest heaving.

When their eyes met Chelsea started crying, sobbing almost uncontrollably as her grandfather's spent cock slithered out of her.

"There's something wrong with me Grandpa," Chelsea insisted between tears. "I'm a pig."

"No there isn't anything wrong with you honey. You're not a pig," Walter insisted as he tried to console her. "If there's a pig in this bed, it's me. I made you do it."

"No you didn't Grandpa. I wanted it - maybe not in the beginning but when you started touching me, I did," Chelsea said, although because she was crying and breathing like she was hyperventilating it was tough to make out. "I was never ever like this before."

"Calm down honey," Walter said. "Let me get this stuff from around her neck so you don't get strangled."

Walter pulled the garments over her head and to the side, although he supposed if he was really trying to calm her down it might have been better hook up her bra and pull down her blouse, but that would have meant hiding those puffy areolas with the plump nipples.

"I know it means I'm going to hell but I love what we just did," she said. "It was way better than with Mikey that first night."

"Better than with the group of boys that next night?" Walter asked as he rested on his hip and rubbed the creamy white and wet skin around her cones. "You can be honest."

"Different, not better Grandpa. I feel so slutty talking about this with you."

"You obviously want to let it out honey. Grandpa wants to hear it too. I don't judge because I've done much worse in my time," he assured her. "Tell me what happened."

"Mikey took me to the motel, and I was all excited about it," Chelsea explained. "We had some rum and coke and then we started doing it. It didn't hurt as much as it did the night before."

"That's good. Is Mike well endowed?"


"His cock. Was he large?"

"I thought so because his was the first one I ever really saw, but I guess not," Chelsea responded. "Anyway, I looked up and there was another guy in the room, and another one behind him watching us. I tried to get up because I was freaking out but Mikey held me down. Told me that he told his friends how hot I was and wanted to share me."

"You knew these other boys?"

"Sort of by sight, at least two of them from school. I felt yucky but then while Mikey was fucking me somebody stuck a joint in my mouth, and I started to think that I was never going to see these guys again since school was out," Chelsea told the eager-to-listen senior citizen. "So when they started to get undressed I didn't say anything."

"They all had you?"

"The Asian kid stuck his dick in my mouth while Mikey climbed off, and then the other guy climbed onto me," Chelsea said, wincing as she spoke. "That guy I didn't even like because he laughed at me while he screwed me because my breasts are so small."

"You're kidding!" Walter responded as he lightly stroked the plump nipple closest to him. "The jerk must be out of his mind!"

"I dunno. They are kinda small and they really seemed to just start growing in the last year or so," Chelsea replied. "Don't know why it took so long."

"You said there were three other fellas?"

"Yeah Grandpa," Chelsea answered but seemed reluctant to go on.

"No point stopping the story now."

"Another guy came into the room," Chelsea said. "Tyler Monroe?"

"Is he somebody I should know?"

"He was on our basketball team," Chelsea said. "Made the all-conference team."

"I don't follow the game."

"He's black," Chelsea added very reluctantly.


"Didn't know how you would feel about that. Dad - if he was around would have pitched a fit if he knew," Chelsea mused aloud. "Then again, he wouldn't have liked anything that happened anyway."

"So you had sex with the black guy?" Walter asked, and after she nodded he added, "Black guys are supposed to be quite big."

"That's what I had heard but Tyler's wasn't any bigger that the other guys. Might even have been smaller, but he was nice while he did it," Chelsea replied.
"Said I was cute and junk."

"So you had sex with the four fellas?"

"Yeah, and then Mikey climbed on me again," Chelsea explained. "I was buzzed but all I know was there were dicks everywhere, in my mouth and my hands and my - you know - for like hours."

"And you liked it?"

"Yeah. It was fun feeling wanted. Finally the party started to break up, guys started to leave and that one jerk told Mikey that his girlfriend was a sick nympho because I wanted more but none of them could get it up any more."

"So you and Mikey?"

"He dumped me after that night. Said he couldn't go steady with a slut like me, and I guess I'm kind of the joke of the neighborhood now because I think everybody knows what I did," Chelsea admitted. "Lucky school is over."

"Well I don't think you're a slut honey," Walter opined. "I think you're a girl who had a fun night but that's the price you pay for being a girl. The guys do something like that and they're looked up to, but if a girl does it?"

"I know."

"We've all done crazy things at some point. You grandmother - rest her soul - and me, and your mother too," Walter said. "I just thank you for sharing that with me, and I'll take it to my grave."

"Guess you did like the story," Chelsea said as she looked down and saw her grandfather's cock. "Your dick is hard again."

"Guess it was a combination of your story and your sweet body," Walter said as he looked at the girl's hand stroke his vein-riddled member.

"Can't believe how big your dick is Grandpa."

"Long, not big,' he corrected.

"Whatever, it looks as long as my arm," Chelsea giggled as she moved the shroud up and down. "I like the foreskin part. None of the others had that."

"Why don't you move your leg a little this way?" Walter suggested as he rearranged them on the bed, and after he shifted his hip brought his cock up to her pussy, slowly stroking the tip between her labia.

"Oooh! That feels nice," Chelsea said."Wish I had more hair down there because my flaps are so big."

"Flaps? Oh, your labia? They aren't so big, but it is funny how little hair you have. That's why I thought you shave."

"No, I guess that's just the way I am," Chelsea shrugged. "Kimber, she has like a jungle down there."

"Kimber? Is she..."

"Guess I really don't have any secrets now," Chelsea sighed. "Yes. We're best buds and more."

"I think that's sexy honey," Walter said as he moved the tip of is dick in and out of the gooey opening, and as he looked up over his granddaughter's mop-top head he asked, "Want me to take those handcuffs off you?"

"Not yet Grandpa," she replied with a grin. "I kinda like the feeling that I'm helpless - plus if Mom and Grandma came in and saw us I could say that my big bad Grandpa made me do it."

"Clever girl, but seeing you like this makes me do this," Walter cackled as he ran his tongue up and down the length of her lightly scented underarm, the tiny patch of hairs soft against his lips.

"Tee-hee - I was hoping you would do that again," Chelsea giggled.

"You like?" Walter asked and his granddaughter nodded like an eager puppy. "The boys didn't do this to your armpits?"

"No. Kimber does though," Chelsea confessed with a blush. "Just wished I wasn't so hairy for you. I'll shave later."

"Not on my account honey. The peach fuzz feels nice and tastes even better," he said between nibbles.

"Peach fuzz!" Chelsea cackled maniacally and then moaned when her grandfather pushed his cock into her, the laughing ending as they got serious.

A few minutes later they were catching their breath again, and as the aged organ slipped out of Chelsea's sloppy pussy she asked him whether he was on Viagra.

"No honey," Walter replied. "Your grandmother doesn't get enough rest now or so she says. Speaking of them, I wonder how long they will be?"

"Knowing Mom I would say not until it gets dark," Chelsea answered. "But I guess the handcuffs better come off. "Presto!"

"This works better," her grandfather said as he pushed the little button that released them. "Just so you know you could have gotten out of them any time."

"I know. I saw the button there when you put them on me," Chelsea admitted.

"You rascal!" Walter said as he tickled her ribs before getting to his feet.

"Bad Grandpa!"

"I guess I am," Walter admitted.

"No, I mean the movie. Did you ever see that?" Chelsea asked as she rolled to the end of the mattress. "Johnny Knoxville? He plays an old grandfather and they had him wear this thing that made his balls look really long. Yours are like that sort of. They hang down as low as your dick, and that's low!"

"Guess I'll have to see that flick."

"Yours still work though," Chelsea said, shivering as she stood up and his semen poured out of her. "Look at your baby batter."

"Nice, but I think I'm shooting blanks these days thank goodness."

"Wow, if I got pregnant that might be an interesting kid if all the cum got mixed together," Chelsea speculated. "It would be like the United Nations. Asian, black, redneck and Grandpa all in one."

"You - I mean you are on the pill I hope?"

Yeah. Mom had me go on it a while back because I got wicked periods, and she also said that I might end up to be a slut like she was so it was better to plan ahead," Chelsea explained as she followed her grandfather into the bathroom. "Was Mom a slut?"

"I think we all are in this family," Walter suggested as he lifted the seat. "Do you need to go bad, because this takes some time occasionally."

"I'm okay. I want to watch. Can I help?"

"Sure," Walter said as she came to his side and grabbed his limp dick. "Pull it back a little and try to coax it out."

"That's it!" Walter sighed as the flow began, and after a healthy whiz said, "Shake it good. That a girl."

"That was neat," Chelsea said as she put the seat down and squatted, letting loose a torrent of her own while her grandfather watched. "I don't think you can help."

"I can help after you get done," Walter chuckled as he grabbed some toilet paper and waited for her to finish. "Done?"

Chelsea nodded as her grandfather got very slowly to his knees on the rug and brought his hand up to his granddaughter's pouting lips, rubbing the tissue into the fold and then dropping it into the bowl and got some more.

"How am I doing," he asked as Chelsea started grinding into his hand.

"Really good," Chelsea nodded as she leaned back and spread her legs wider. "I think I'm dry."

"Does that mean stop?" Walter asked, but his granddaughter shook her head briskly.

"No - told you there's something wrong with me Grandpa," Chelsea choked out as she was eased forward.

"Let's see if Grandpa can fix that," Walter suggested as he leaned forward and pulled Chelsea's pussy into her face and ran his tongue into the pee and semen stained fold.

It was fitting, the old man thought as he worked his tongue expertly inside of her, a deviate grandfather lapping his granddaughter's cunt on the toilet as the rank urine scent wafted up into his face, but it didn't slow him down and it didn't keep Chelsea from cumming even though she nearly fell off the throne as she came.

"Oh man!" Chelsea gasped as she sat up and watched her grandfather get very slowly up.

"As good as Kimber?" he asked mischievously.

"Yup!" Chelsea said as she reached over and grabbed his limp cock and pulled on the rubbery hose. "Thought your dick might be ready again after that."

"No, I think you've killed it for a while," Walter lamented.

"Maybe later?" Chelsea suggested. "Tonight after everybody goes to sleep?"

"We'll see," Walter said as he washed his hands.

"You ever put your dick in Grandma's bottom?" she tittered.

"Nosy aren't you?"

"No secrets," he was reminded.

"Right. Yes, we've done it just about every way. Have you?"

"Nope, but I am - what did you call me? Curious Chelsea?"

"You are."

"Bet it hurts."

"I wouldn't know."

"But your dick isn't thick. You said so," Chelsea said. "Maybe if you promised to just put about a foot of it in my butt?"

"You need an eye exam honey.

"How long is it hard?" Chelsea asked.

"I don't know."

"I'll measure it before this week is over," she vowed, and Walter laughed when he recalled Brenda doing that very thing when she was Chelsea's age, putting the orange plastic ruler under his erection he declaring his penis was a little over 11" long, and he enjoyed her reaction too much to tell her that she was jamming the end of the thing into his balls and probably adding a couple inches to what was actually there.

Chelsea opened the medicine cabinet and looked around, and when she spotted the jar of Vaseline she grabbed it and asked, "Is this what you use?"

"You can, but I have some special stuff in the night table for that."

"Maybe tonight Grandpa?"

"We'll see," he said. "I'm going to take off before long so that I'm not here when they get back from the store."

"Good idea. Mom told me I shouldn't be alone with you," Chelsea confided.

"That so?"

"Yeah, she said something about guys getting a little squirrely when they get older but I had the feeling that there was some thing else too," Chelsea asked, and when she got no answer she pressed. "No secrets?"

"I'm afraid I can't help you there honey," he replied as he gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Except to tell you that I was squirrely long before I got old."


"You need anything at the store honey?" Walter asked a couple hours later. "I'm going to take off now."

"Razors?" Chelsea suggested.

"I guess that means you're all set," Walter replied as he headed out the door before stopping and snapping his fingers. "Got some deposit bottles downstairs I keep forgetting about."

Walter made his way down to the semi-finished basement that he kept putting off completely, and as he went over to grab the bag he was startled when Chelsea appeared behind him.

"Is this what you use Grandpa?" she asked as she set the tube of Anal Glide on the washer in front of them.

"Snooping again?" Walter chuckled. "What am I going to do with you?"

"I was hoping that you would stick that big dick of yours into my heinie before you left," she suggested as she reached around and unzipped his fly to put her hand in.

"I don't know if I can," Walter admitted.

"One way to find out," Chelsea was saying as she turned him to face her before going down to her knees, taking a deep breath before bringing the flaccid tube to her lips.

"Oh!" Walter moaned as he leaned back against the washer, and after he undid his trousers looked down to see the cute mop-top looking up at him with her fist around the shaft and almost half of his cock her mouth. "you've done this before haven't you?"

"Yep!" Chelsea admitted as she took the glistening spear out of her mouth and looked at the half that was wet with her saliva. "I could fit all of Mikey's dick into my mouth but this..."

"Keep trying honey," he encouraged Chelsea as she resumed sucking, and even though he didn't think it was possible, after a few minutes his cock was nearly erect again. "Keep going. It has to be hard to get it in."

In another minute Walter's cock was as stiff as it got these days, and after Chelsea looked at what she had been sucking he asked, "Upstairs?"

"No baby," Walter said as he grabbed the anal glide and brought Chelsea over to the old couch that used to be upstairs, coating this throbbing prong along the way, and after he brought her to the back and bent her over he yanked her shorts down.

"I cleaned really good back there for you Grandpa," she said as he spread her firm buttocks.

"Don't care," he grunted as he knelt down, his knees and back complaining but his cock pulsating as he looked at the little pink puckered ring that was as hairless as he expected it would be.

Brenda's anus hadn't been hairless when she was bent over this very same couch decades ago when the couch was newer and upstairs, but the dark brown hair that had surrounded his daughter's asshole hadn't bothered him, and as his tongue swabbed the sensitive balloon knot the tart taste of ass did what it always had.

"Holy crap Grandpa. You're licking my asshole," Chelsea squealed from the other side of the couch, and she really went crazy when he poked the tip of his tongue into it.

Walter always wondered what he must look like when he rimmed a woman, and now as a grey-haired somewhat distinguished looked gentleman in real life, he could only imagine a crazed Christopher Lloyd/Doc Brown. Face beet-red and snorting like a pig over an virgin ass while his fist pumped his erection, he felt and played the animal role well.

Up to his feet again without feeling the pain, he worked the lube into the tight orifice expertly and brought his long weapon right to the ring before either of them could have second thoughts and eased in.

Chelsea cried out when he penetrated her with the penis that more than one of his victims had said was a cock that was made for ass, and although he only used a few inches at first while getting it used to it, he suspected he wouldn't be able to control himself much longer and he was right.

Mounted over the bent over girl like a preying mantis devouring its prey, the senior thrust more and more of his cock into the vise-line cavity until he was impaling her with just about all of his manhood, the couch inching with every thrust as he felt his orgasm coming all too soon.

"You okay honey?" he asked after he slipped out of her, helping her straighten up, but the girl was fine even though she admitted it hurt some.

"Think I peed when I came," she said as she looked down at the wet stain he caused. "I'll clean that."

"Don't bother babe," Walter said, contorting a bit as his back screamed loud and clear enough to make him grimace.

"Poor Grandpa," Chelsea said. "Maybe tonight I could give you a massage. I do that pretty good."

"Who do you practice on, Kimber?" Walter wondered aloud. "I'd love to watch that."

"Boys always say that," he said once again as they got themselves together, and after Walter almost forgot the bag of bottle he came down there for he fortunately looked over at the lube on the couch.

"Senile old fool," he muttered as he retrieved it.

"Boy, that would have been something if Grandma saw that there. She'd probably wonder how that got down there!" Chelsea said.

"That's for sure," her grandfather agreed, although she could probably figure it out, both her and their daughter having been sodomized over that very same piece of furniture before. "Now if I can make it up the stairs, I'll see you later."

"Okay Grandpa. Love you."

"Do you really honey? As much as before you got here?" he wondered aloud.

"No," she admitted before adding, "More. More and definitely differently."

"That's great honey," Walter said as he left to go back down to the VFW for a drink or two, hoping a little alcohol could dull the ache in his bones and perhaps do something about his conscience as well.

Mittwoch, 14. Dezember 2016

The Awakening

Written by CarmenDeLust

Michelle wasn't the prettiest girl in school. Far from it. She was doubtful that any of the boys knew her name, much less her face, for they never seemed to notice her. Quiet and a loner, she kept to herself, and instead focused on science, knowing that in a couple months' time, this hell called high school would at last be over, and college would mean her passport to another world.

Far from never been kissed, she had never even been touched by a boy, if you don't count the time Mitchell Griffith accidentally bumped into her in a hallway. At first, she had thought perhaps he had done it on purpose, and began to look him out and follow him to his classes. That is, until he noticed, and his friends began to laugh at her.

Then, once again, she was alone.

That is, until her grandpa came for a visit. Grandpa always had time for Michelle, and she knew she could tell him anything, and he always listened to her. She loved sitting on his lap, and feel his strong, warm hands caress her legs and arms. Once, he accidentally stroked her booby, which made her feel all warm and tingly "down there".

But Grandpa was the one person on Earth whom she felt truly loved her, so she never said a word. Not ever. And she never would.

Michelle had already gone to bed, and was just about to turn out her light when her Grandpa knocked on the door.

"You looked awful sad at dinner," he said, sitting on the edge of her bed. "Won't you tell Grandpa all about it?"

Michelle just shook her head. "You'll just think I'm being stupid."

"Me? Never! How 'bout you come sit on Grandpa's lap? I know it'd make ME feel better..."

Thinking twice, Michelle climbed out from under the covers. She was wearing a short nightgown that ended above her knees. Her grandpa also noticed that it was slightly transparent. He could clearly see her brown snatch and nipples through the nearly translucent fabric. It made his dick hard.

She clambered up onto his lap, and his strong arms enveloped around her. Her ass nestled nicely on his hard cock, and he gently shifted her there, rubbing it in. "Now, what's wrong, sugar? Won't you tell Grandpa?"

Sighing, Michelle said, "Prom is coming up. Nobody's asked me, and I'm pretty sure no one's going to."

"Oh!" he exclaimed, rubbing her bare leg. He dreamt of the pantyless pussy that lay just beyond his hand. "No one's asked you? Well, then why don't you ask a boy you like?"

"I couldn't do that. I'm way too shy! Besides. He'd just laugh at me."

"I don't think he would. Not if you promised to show him a good time."

"What do you mean?"

"Michelle," her grandpa said, shaking his head. "Boys like girls who aren't timid. Who aren't afraid. Maybe if he knew that he'd have a good time with you, he'd ask you."

"Well, how do I show him that?"

Grandpa smiled. "Why don't you kiss him?"

Shocked, Michelle said, "Kiss him? Like, just go up to him and kiss him? You're crazy."

"No, I'm not," Grandpa said. "Or you could talk to him. Tell him all the fun things you two could do together."

"Like what?"

"Well, you know, the stuff you'd do AFTER Prom."

But Michelle appeared clueless. "What do people do after Prom?"

"They fool around and have some fun. You're young, Michelle. There's no shame if you want to have sex with a boy. It's not like MY day where it was frowned upon."

Michelle blushed. "You think if I promised him sex he'd go out with me?"

Grandpa smiled. "I'm sure he would. Especially with such a cutie like yourself."

Michelle smiled, but it faded. "But I don't know what I'm doing. He'd just laugh at me, just like I said he would."

"What don't you know?"

"You know... I don't know how to be GOOD. I don't know how to please him."

At there it was. He knew his chance had come. "Well, would you like me to help you?"


"Show you a few things. Grandpa knows a thing or two."

She knew it was wrong, and bad, and that her parents wouldn't like it. But at the same time, she desperately wanted to be good. Maybe, just maybe, Mitchell would then like her...

"I guess so," she replied at last.

"Don't worry," Grandpa assured her as he shifted her beside him. "I promise you. You'll enjoy it. We're just going to have a little bit of fun. That's all. That doesn't sound bad or scary, does it?"

Michelle shook her head and smiled. She liked to have fun with Grandpa.

Still smiling, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was hard and long, and he gently stroked it with his hand.

Michelle was shocked, and it coursed through her, all the way to her pussy, making her feel all warm and tingly "down there".

"I've never seen one in real life before," she said. "Just the drawings they show in school."

"Give me your hand. I'll show you how to touch it so he's real happy."

Michelle let him take her hand and place it on his cock. "It's real hard!" she exclaimed.

"It sure is," Grandpa agreed. "It likes it when you stroke it like this," he said, pushing her hand up and down his long shaft.

He moaned at her touch, and she couldn't help but smile, feeling better that she was finally good at something a boy would like.

"Would you like to kiss it?"

"Kiss it?" she asked nervously.

But Grandpa just smiled warmly. "Don't be shy. Boys like it when you kiss it."

He ever so gently lowered her head down - down - down until her sweet, wet lips were but an inch away. Her courage building, she kissed it.

"Good, Sugar! Not so scary, right? Try again, and this time, stick your tongue out."

"Ew! Won't it taste yucky?"

"Not at all! Just like licking your finger! Go ahead! Try it! I promise you, the boys will love it!"

Slowly, Michelle leaned back down and kissed the tip of his cock again, this time stroking it with her tongue. She popped back up, triumphant. "You're right! It didn't taste bad at all!"

"Good, Sweetie! Now, this time, try licking it like a lollipop."

Down she went again, though this time much quicker. Her pink tongue popped out, and up and down his cock it went, licking from his balls to the very tip and back again. He moaned with pleasure.

"Wow, Babydoll!" he said hungrily. "You sure do make Grandpa proud! Now, this time, put the tip in your mouth, and move up and down. Think you can try that?"

"Ok!" Michelle now said confidently, and again went down on her old Grandpa. Up and down over his shaft her wet lips moved, her head bobbing up and down like a cork. She also began to slowly suck, and get faster and faster.

Without warning, he held onto her head, holding it down, and came all in her mouth. She at once shot up, shocked, white cum dripping from her open mouth.

"Oh, I am sorry, Sweetie," Grandpa apologized. "But that just means that you did a stand up job if you were able to make Grandpa cum like that."

Wiping up the cum that was dripping down her chin she said, "Really?"

"Oh my, yes, Honey. Trust me. You do that to one lucky boy, you'll have ALL the boys after you in no time!"

Michelle smiled triumphantly. "Thank you, Grandpa."

"Of course, Sugar. Now you get some rest. Grandpa will teach you some more tomorrow."
Grandpa woke up horny, and his cock was hard all day with anticipation of what was to come. When Michelle was at school, and his son and daughter-in-law were at work, he popped out to gather a few supplies. He had wanted to do this as long as he could remember, and was anxious to try it out on his sweet, innocent Michelle.

The day appeared to last forever, and the night longer still. At last it was nearly ten o'clock, and he noticed Michelle's light was still on.

Was she waiting up for him? Perhaps, he thought, she was excited too, for all the wonderful things he was going to teach her - and do to her.

He couldn't wait any more.

He walked in, a plastic bag in hand. Michelle was in bed, her body hidden under her covers.

"I was beginning to think you weren't coming," she said, excitedly crawling out from under her sheets. She was wearing the same translucent nighty from the previous night, and she excitedly bounced on her knees. Even from across the room, he could see her boobies jiggle like sweet peachy jello.

"Of course your Grandpa would come!" he assured her, sitting beside her on the bed. "Got lots to teach you tonight! I just had to wait until your Mom and Dad went to bed. This is our little secret, right?"

"Right," Michelle said, smiling. "What's in the bag?"

"Something for later. Something that will make the boys REALLY excited to see you!"

"Really?" Michelle asked excitedly.

"Oh, yes. But, later. For now, would you like Grandpa to teach you some more?"

"Yes, please! Am I going to kiss your thingey again?"

"Perhaps later, Sugar. Firstly, I thought we'd focus on you."

Michelle was taken aback. "What about me?"

"Oh, boys love girls," Grandpa assured her, stroking her bare leg. Her nighty was inching up to her thighs, and he was desperate to get at her snatch. 'Patience,' he told himself. "Boys especially love girl's bodies. How 'bout you be a good girl and show Grandpa your titties."


"Oh, Grandpa wants to show you what the boys will do, so there won't be any surprises for you. Doesn't that sound good?"

"I guess so," Michelle said, but she really just wanted to kiss his dick again. However, not wanting to disappoint her Grandpa, she unbuttoned her three buttons on the front, and slipped her arms out, dropping her nighty at her waist, still hiding what lay beneath.

Her tits were pert and had round, dark nipples the size of quarters.

"My, they are LOVELY!" Grandpa exclaimed, reaching out and stroking them with both hands. It had been eons since he had touched such innocent, sweet flesh. He gently squeezed, massaging her luscious titties with his old, wrinkled hands.

Michelle didn't think it would have been exciting at all, someone feeling her like he did, but it actually started to make her feel rather warm and tingly "down there" again, just like yesterday.

"You really think they boys will like them? Do you think they're big enough?"

"Oh, you trust your Grandpa. The boys will simply LOVE your titties! They'll love to do this, too," he said leaning in and gently licking her nipples.

"That makes me feel kind of funny," Michelle admitted.

"It don't feel bad, does it?"

"No, just tingly all over.

"That's good!" Grandpa assured her. "Make sure you tell the boys that. They like to know they're making you feel good."

He started sucking on her pointy nipples, and flicking them with his long tongue. Such heavenly young tits... Fuck, he could do this all day!

But, he had bigger plans in store...

He sat up. "How you feel, Sugar? Shall Grandpa teach you some more, or is that enough for the night?"

"I feel good," she replied, though slightly nervous as to what he would teach her next. "I guess we can go on."

"Alright. Just if you're sure now..."

Michelle nodded. "I'm sure."

"Alright. Next, the boys will want to see your pussy. Can Grandpa see it, too?"

Michelle's smiled faded. She'd never shown her pussy to anyone, not even a doctor. "I guess so."

"Don't you worry about a thing, Sugar," he said, gently pushing her back on the bed. "Grandpa's going to make you feel real good."

He spread her legs wide, and slowly lifted up her nighty to her waist, like he was slowly opening a present.

Her pussy was all brown bush, like a juicy snatch from his golden years. "Has anybody ever touched you here, Sweetheart?"

"No, Grandpa."

"Do you ever touch yourself?"

Michelle blushed. "No, Grandpa. That's dirty."

He couldn't believe his luck. He peeled back the folds of her pussy lips, revealing the bright pink snatch hidden within.

She moaned and gasped as he touched her, paying particular attention to her long-neglected clit. "How's this feel, Sugar? Does Grandpa make you feel good when he does this?"

Michelle moaned softly, taking sharp intakes of breath as her back arched and her entire body was filled with intense warmth.

"Yes," she gasped, and he flicked it with his tongue. It tasted better than anything he could possibly remember. For an old man, licking luscious, wet, young snatch, he knew he could now die a happy man.

He began to finger her pussy hole with his old, fat thumb, just rubbing it gently.

Michelle continued to moan, even as he inserted it into her wet cunny hole.

Licking, stroking, fingering and sucking, on and on he went until he could sense her starting to climax. Her breathing became quicker, her body arched in jerky movements, and a hand whipped down to hold him back, but he quickly grabbed her wrist, pinning it down on the bed, only to suck and finger her faster and faster until she made no sound at all.

Her body then slowly relaxed, and he rose up. "Now, you tell your Grandpa. Did he do a good job on your little pussy? Did he make it feel good?"

"Yes, Grandpa," Michelle replied, squeezing her left tit. "That felt really good."

"Ah, Grandpa likes to make you feel good, Sugar. But, sometimes pain can be a good thing, too."

"Pain? Are you going to hurt me, Grandpa?"

"Just a little, my Honey. Just a little. But what we're going to do will make those boys want you SO BADLY the second they get a look at that pretty pussy of yours."

He reached into the bag and pulled out a box.

"Do ya know what boys REALLY like?" Grandpa asked her. "A bald pussy. No hair anywhere."

But Michelle was immediately hesitant. "But won't that hurt a lot?"

"Yes..." At once his demeanor changed, and he stood up. "I'm sorry, Sugar. I guess Grandpa made a mistake. He was only trying to help, after all. I suppose I thought you were a different kind of girl, wanting to PLEASE your Grandpa."

"I am that kind of girl!" Michelle said, at once scared that he would leave, and not help her. Not make her feel good again. "Okay. You can do it."

Grandpa smiled and sat back down. "It will hurt..."

"I don't care."

"Atta girl."

He opened up the box and took out the long strips of pre-waxed tape. Michelle lay back down, spreading her legs wide.

He took the first strip, and placed it firmly on her pubic hair, pressing down. "You ready, Sugar?"

"I'm ready."

His dick became hard again, knowing he was going to be causing her pain, and that he was going to be getting a gloriously bald pussy as an outcome.

Without hesitation, he quickly lifted the tape, ripping out most of her hair on the one side. She gasped in pain, almost convulsing, and he quickly rubbed her pussy lip with an old, weathered hand.

"No more, no more," she begged, tears running down her cheeks.

"Can't leave you like this, Sugar, all lopsided. The boys won't like that at all. They'd laugh at you for sure."

Michelle sighed and held onto the blankets tightly. "Do it then," she commanded. "Quickly."

He tore off another strip and then massaged that sweet pussy, watching the glorious transformation from a furry bush to a tight bald cunt.

She kept begging him to stop, only to reconsider and ask him to continue. On and on he went, until every last hair was ruthlessly ripped from her privates, leaving nothing but bare pussy and asshole. It was red and sore, despite the constant rubs. He wiped away the last of her tears and he stood her up, tugging down her nighty to the floor.

"Come with me, Sugar," he said, pulling her over to her full length mirror. Michelle stared at her new naked reflection and couldn't believe the transformation. "It looks sexy," she said, amazed.

"No, Sugar. YOU look sexy. Now, what boy wouldn't want to fuck a pussy as pretty as that, huh?"

Michelle smiled, satisfied that her Grandpa had been right.

"Now," Grandpa said, ogling the sexy, naked girl in front of him. "Grandpa has worked mighty hard tonight. Feel up for kissing his cock a bit? Grandpa loves playing with you."

Michelle nodded. "I love playing with you, too, Grandpa," she replied.

He smiled, and gently pressed on her shoulders, pushing her down toward the floor. "Good, Sugar. That makes Grandpa mighty happy. Down on your knees now, and you give your Grandpa a big wet kiss."

Out came is cock, and she opened her mouth, ready for both his dick and the load that would follow.

Mittwoch, 7. Dezember 2016

Emily's Crush

Written by erikafoxx
I could tell you how I ended up on one of the couches in the back of the bookstore after locking up, with Edward's strong arms wrapped around me. Let's just say that over the past few months this handsome older man has taken a liking to me. I'm 24 years old, and I'm pretty cute with a fit body, and I'm managing the bookstore to help fund my education. He's a regular here, and he has been spending more and more time here since his wife passed away. He had come in earlier tonight and now here we both are alone in the dim light and I can't believe I'm doing this.

Thinking back, I couldn't help but notice him the first time he came into the store. His salt and pepper hair had just a little more salt than pepper, and he was in very good shape for someone that could have passed for my grandpa.

My favorite grandpa died about a month after I graduated high school. I was 18, and I cried for days when it happened. I loved when he'd take me on walks in the woods and teach me about the trees and animals there. He was the man that defined what a hero was for me, and over time I told Edward how much he reminded me of him. In fact, I began to think about older men differently after I met Edward. In more of an experienced way.

Maybe it was the romantic vision of a twenty-something that had materialized before my eyes all these years later, but Edward had become my pretend grandpa. We joked about it often, and we grew closer as the last few weeks passed.

After a few visits, he started to flirt with me, and that's when I noticed his sweet eyes. They were slate gray with just a touch of blue and they always betrayed his mood when he came in. If he was having a good day, they sparkled and danced as he joked with me and my boss. But on the bad days the sparkle dimmed and the dancing stopped. They were the eyes of a man that had experienced everything, and now they were staring into my eyes and they smoldered with a look I'd never seen in them before.

"You're so beautiful, Emily," Edward said. His fingers caressed my cheek, and he pulled me closer to his chest. I nuzzled my face against him and my lips brushed the soft skin of his neck in a half-kiss.

"I'm so glad you're here, Edward." I wrapped my free arm around him and hugged him closer. "You remind me so much of my grandpa."

"And I'm glad you're here, too, Emily. I'm honored that I remind you of your grandfather."

His thumb lifted my chin so that we were staring into each other's eyes, and then it just happened. He lifted my chin and kissed me. His lips were so soft and his moustache tickled my nose, and I smiled and kissed him back.

He pulled away and smiled at me, and then caressed my cheek with the palm of his hand as he slid it around to the back of my head. He entangled his fingers in my short blonde hair, and the smoldering look in his eyes had turned to fire, and I felt a strange mix of feelings well-up inside...a mix of comfort and security...and arousal.

"My sweet Emily," he said. "It's been a while since I've done something like...this." He looked down and continued. "I think you're sexy, but if you want me to stop I promise that I will. You just feel so warm and good, and it's been so long since..." His words drifted along with his gaze, and I touched his cheek.

"I don't want you to stop, Edward. I want you to kiss me. I want you to make love to me. I want to make you feel good again."

Our eyes met again, and he bathed my face in soft kisses before stopping on my lips for a more lingering and sensual kiss. I wrapped my arm around his neck and pulled him closer. When our tongues touched, I opened my mouth and let him explore my tongue. I felt that familiar warm itch start deep in my belly, and it fluttered when his hand caressed my neck and slid inside my blouse to my shoulder.

"Here, let me help...grandpa," I said. I sat up and unbuttoned the top button on my blouse, and I nodded that I wanted him to continue. Each opened button revealed more of my body, and I felt his fingers shaking as he pulled my blouse open to see what awaited him inside.

I have tiny, 32AA breasts, and sometimes I don't wear a bra just because I really don't need to. When Edward's hands cupped my tiny tits and he brushed his thumbs over my nipples, I felt a jolt of energy shoot from each nipple to that growing itch between my legs. I let out a soft moan and closed my eyes.

"Kiss me, Edward," I said, and his mouth devoured mine while his fingers kneaded my nipples until they were hard little pebbles. One of the perks of having small tits is that guys usually pay more attention to my nipples. Sometimes when I masturbate I can come by just pinching them harder and harder, and Edward's attention made me wetter by the second.

He nudged me and I lay back against the couch while his hands caressed every inch of my exposed body, all the while kissing me with a passion that I didn't know older men could have. He lowered his head as he kissed his way down to my nipple and took it into his mouth. The jolt of arousal that his warm mouth delivered to my stiff nipple traveled right to my pussy, and that itch was now becoming an ache. My hips rose on their own, my body going on sexual autopilot as my wonderful pretend grandpa licked and sucked my nipples and caressed my body.

"God, Emily," he said. "Are you getting randy?" He pulled back and looked at me with puppy dog eyes that dripped with wanton lust.


"Horny?" he asked. "Is that a better word? Sorry, that's a word my wife and I used to..."

"Fuck yes, Edward." I interrupted him. "Yes you're making me horny, you're making my pussy wet, and I want you so bad."

He grabbed me and kissed me with such force that it took my breath away, and he wrapped his arms around me and sat back on the couch, pulling me on top of him so that I was straddling one of his legs. His hand rested on my ass and he pushed it down while he lifted his knee so I could grind my pussy against it.

The seam in the crotch of my jeans was right on my clit, so as I ground my hips against his leg it added to the warm tingles of arousal that pulsed inside me. I sat up and Edward helped me take off my blouse, and he began devouring my nipples, nibbling on them with his teeth as his hands caressed my bare back. The soft throbbing in my pussy was getting more intense as I humped Edward's leg, and I knew I'd come if I kept it up.

"Let's get you naked," I said. I leaned back and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, and before I knew it he had pulled it off over his head.

"I don't want to waste any time, honey."

"I don't want you to either, Edward."

His chest was covered in thick silver and black hair, and I leaned forward and hugged him. The soft hair tickled my body as I lay against him. We held each other and caressed each other and got lost in the sensuous glow of warm skin against warm skin. We kissed and licked each other's necks and I felt his hips rise as we moaned into each other's mouths with a wet tongue kiss. A few luscious moments later I stood up and unbuckled his pants and unzipped his fly.

"Lift your hips, Edward. I want to see what you've got there." He did and I slid off his pants and boxers in one smooth motion and I straddled his leg again and we continued our kissing and nibbling and rubbing against each other. I slid my hand down across his belly and took his soft penis in my hand, and I fondled his balls and felt the skin pull tight and crinkly at my touch.

"Oh, Emily, that feels so wonder...FUL!" His breath caught as I wrapped my hand around his stiffening cock and squeezed. "But I want to see the rest of you, my dear."

I stood up and he unbuttoned my jeans and slid them down, his thumbs hooking into my panties on the way down so they came off, too. He sat on the couch and I steadied myself against him as he pulled them off my legs.

"Oh, my god, Emily. You are so very beautiful." His hands caressed my lower belly and a strange look came over him.

"Why don't you have any pubic hair, Emily?" I laughed and he smiled. "What's so funny?"

"Getting your pubic hair removed is kind of an in-thing right now. I go to a spa and have it done once a month, by waxing. It makes it nice and smooth and sexy. I just like the feel, and I think it looks kinda hot. What do you think?"

"Uh huh." Edward shook his head and leaned in and kissed the top of my hip and worked his soft kisses down along the top of my leg and back up again to the other side. One of his arms was between my legs and he caressed my ass with his hand.

"That feels good, Edward," I said. He pulled his hand back through and his fingers brushed my pussy. I felt some of my wetness seep out as his fingers parted my soft lips.

Edward stood up and pulled me into his arms and kissed me. His soft hands caressed my back as his tongue swirled against mine. I slid my hand down between us and took his cock in my hand. I felt it grow in my hand as I milked it, stopping occasionally to tickle his balls. Our kiss grew intense, and Edward moaned into my mouth as my fingers tickled the soft skin behind his balls.

I sat down and kept stroking his cock, and I looked up at him. His eyes were begging me to take his hardness in my mouth, and I did. I flicked my tongue against the tip of his cock, and then licked the underside of it a few times. I planted kisses all around the swollen head, and then while I looked up into his eyes I slid my mouth all the way down.

"Oh...oh...oh...god Emily that" Every time he said something I slid my tongue from side to side and swallowed, and his hips started to buck against my face. I pulled my mouth from him and gasped for a breath or two and then went back at it. His cock grew thicker and harder inside my throat and I tasted his salty-sweet pre-cum on my tongue.

His hands held the back of my head while I devoured him, and he started to fuck my face. I slid my mouth back and sucked just the head of his cock and swirled my tongue around it and he groaned and I felt his knees shake. I felt my pussy tingling and dripping now, and I couldn't help dipping my fingers inside my pussy and offering it to Edward.

"Taste me, Edward," I begged, smiling. He sucked and licked my fingers clean, and then pushed me back on the couch. He kissed and nibbled on my neck, and made his way down my body.

"I want to taste more of you, baby." He pushed my legs apart, and I grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs back so I was completely exposed to him. He lowered his mouth to my pussy and covered it with soft kisses. His hot breath made me squirm and I closed my eyes. He rested his hands on my thighs and spread my lips apart with his thumbs. I opened my eyes and looked down, and those steel gray-blue eyes were staring up at me, full of lust and desire.

"Put your tongue inside me, Edward," I begged. "Please taste me, please lick my pussy."

"All in good time, dear Emily." He pursed his lips and blew a stream of warm breath right on my clit, and he kept doing it until I was writhing with every breath. My legs were tingling and my clit ached to be touched, and I wanted to feel his tongue inside my, probing me, teasing me, fucking me. I bucked my hips up to try to grind against his mouth, but he just kept blowing on my hardening clit.

"Oh, fuck Edward, pleeeaaase fuck me with your tongue, I can't take this anymore!"

"Beg me again, Emily," he said. His smile was devilish, and his eyes danced. "Tell me again what you want."

"" I gasped between every word, and with every word he blew harder on my clit, and I felt the warmth building deep in me, and I knew that when he put his tongue inside me that I would come.

With one smooth motion, he pointed his tongue out and put the underside of it on my clit, and then slid it down so it was poised at the entrance to my pussy.

"Oh, dear Emily. You're dripping, dear."

"Fuck me with your tongue, Edward. Make me come, now!"

He pushed his tongue into my cunt and swirled his tongue around and around inside while he rolled my engorged clit between his thumb and finger.

I can count on one hand the most memorable orgasms I've ever had, and this one topped the list. I ground against his face, each swirl of his tongue bringing wave after wave of orgasm. My mind exploded with visions of cocks and pussies and cum shooting everywhere and I was a pure slut at that moment. I pulled his head against me with my heels and fucked against his face, his tongue and fingers bringing me higher and higher. I was gasping and moaning and squirming, and this older man was making me come and come, and come some more.

"I want to be inside you, Emily." He knelt between my legs and pulled me up to him, and he held my quivering body. He sat back on the couch and pulled my on top of him and I straddled his legs. I felt his rock-hard cock between my thighs, and I spread them wider and wiggled so that the tip of his cock was at the entrance to my soaking wet pussy.

"Beg me, Edward." I teased him with my eyes and I smiled, rolling my hips so that the head of his cock slipped back and forth between my swollen pussy lips, but not letting him inside. He groaned. "Tell me again what you want."

"Please...I want to be inside..." Before he could say another word I pushed down hard, his cock filling me. "...youuu." His eyes widened and I lifted my hips and slammed down hard on him again.

I sat back and fucked him, rolling my hips back and forth so that his cock rubbed against my clit with every thrust. His fingers rolled and pinched the little pebbles of my nipples. I felt another orgasm on its way, but I wanted him to come first.

"You like your Emily's pussy milking your cock, don't you Edward?" His mouth was open and his eyes were boring into me, and he nodded.

"You like making me come, too, don't you?" He nodded again. His face glowed and he was gasping, and I knew he was close.

"You want to shoot your cum in my pussy, don't you?" His face was contorted now, and he squeezed his eyes shut. He grabbed my hips and pulled me hard onto him as the approach of his orgasm took over his body. His hips pounded against me and he opened his eyes wide in a look of pure surprise and ecstasy as his orgasm hit.

"Oh Emily oh love oh god yes!" I felt his cock spasm inside me and the warm, wet feeling of his cum filled me and pushed me over the edge as my pussy squeezed and gushed in another wave of orgasms.

"Fuck me, Edward. Fill me with your cummm..." I ground against his now softening cock until I came again, and I fell against him. We were breathing hard, sweating and caressing each other as we came down from our shared pleasure.

"That felt so good, Edward," I said, my face buried in his neck. "Are you okay?" I sat up and felt the moist mixture of our cum dribble out of my pussy.

"Dear Emily, my sweet," was all he said and he pulled me back down and held me tight. "I've never been better."

Mittwoch, 21. September 2016

Granddaughter and Storms

Written by HankWilliams1956

"Is that all there is beautiful?"

"Yes it is. I'm so glad that is done. When are you going to clean grandma's things out or are you?"

"Sense it's as late as it is now and as much as your mom had here let's take this on over to the Good Will and then if you want to, you can ask Bob to meet us at Jackie's Diner for supper. I'll go through the rest of your grandma's things and toss out what I don't want to keep. Come over early enough, it'll be easier for you to see if there is anything you want to keep for yourself before I take it to the Good Will."

"Okay sounds good to me. I'll give Bob a call and see if he wants to meet us or not, if he's not in a conference which seems to be the deal anymore." in a disgusted tone of voice.

As June stepped around to the other side of the pickup while pulling her cell phone out of a pocket I finished tying the load down, then got in on the driver's side and waited till June was done with her phone call.

When June climbed into the pickup and shut the door, "He told me 'no', he is too busy to meet us there, so he'll stop and eat at one of those high priced restaurants on the way home. I'm beginning to wonder if he even loves me like he says he does. He is got to where he don't come home and eat any more so I end up either throwing out food that would've been good the following evening for me to eat instead of fixing something for nothing to be ate, which I do eat them at dinner time if I'm home and not running around town for whatever reason. He hasn't gotten a promotion that I know of and he seems to be spending most of his time in a conference any more when he used to all ways take my calls before."

"Do you mind me asking how long this has been going on?" as I turned the corner just a few blocks from the house.

"About eight months now. He doesn't want to talk about what is going on as far as to tell me if he's gotten a promotion or not and he keeps saying he's not ready to set a date for our wedding yet either."

"It does sound suspicious to me too." June and I talked as I drove to the Good Will drop off location with me letting her vent for the most part.

At the Good Will drop off location we unloaded everything and sat it all where we were told to put it all for them to go through and with the pickup off loaded I put my bungee cords away in the tool box across the bed of my truck and then we went toward Jackie's Diner.

The reason June and I are getting rid of her mother's (daughter) things and I'm getting rid of my wife's things is that nine months ago the two of them went shopping and they got hit head on by a driver going too fast. The driver jumped out from behind a slower moving vehicle into their lain before getting to the street that the person went to turn onto and the two women were right there and didn't have time to hit the brake before contact between the two vehicles.

While June and I ate our supper at Jackie's Diner we made small talk then I took her home at her house. I went home then and turned on the television for some kind of sound so that it didn't sound so lonely even though it still is. I then headed off to the shower and after my shower I went into the kitchen to grab a beer without a stich of clothing on, which I did even when Bea was alive.

During the nights June would spend with the wife and I, while she was growing up, I'm sure that June never saw me undressed or in a state of dressing or undressing. That is until she was old enough to be curious about the difference between boys and girls, then I stopped letting her in the same room as I was while I changed clothes or dressed in something more comfortable to wear before bedtime. I had done the same thing to June's mother when she was growing up too.

The following morning I got up went into the kitchen, fixed myself something to eat for breakfast while the coffee was making and then I sat down to eat at the kitchen table.

When I was half through with eating my breakfast the front door opened and June stepped into the house and into the kitchen, "Hi grandpa. How are you doing this morning?"

"Now that I'm stuffing my face I'm doing pretty well. How are you doing this fine morning?"

"I'm doing so, so." as she stepped into the kitchen and over to the table.

"Do you want something to eat or a cup of coffee?" as she was pulling a chair out right next to me.

"I'll get me a cup of coffee if you made enough for both of us to have some."

"Have you ever seen me make just a small amount of coffee?"

"No but I thought that maybe you started making less since grandma's not around anymore." picking my cup up and taking it with her toward the coffee maker.

"No I haven't. I guess I'm just hoping someone will come around and join me for a cup. I usually get it drank between now and bed time though so I can set the pot back up to just turn it on of a morning." then taking another bite of my food.

When June had the cups filled she turned around toward me with the two cups in her hands and her eyes got a surprised look in them, "I just realized you have no clothes on grandpa."

When June got the surprised look I then realized I wasn't dressed yet, "I wasn't expecting you so early this morning so I did what I usually do on the weekends and any other morning and that is I wait till I'm done with eating breakfast and drinking my coffee of a morning."

"Okay I have no problem with it really. It just surprised me to see you not dressed since you usually all ways get dressed before breakfast when I would spend nights here."

"I can go back in and dress right quick and then come back and finish eating."

"No, finish eating first before your food gets any colder than it is now." setting my coffee cup down in front of me and hers down on the table where she has the chair pulled out from, "Besides this is your house and we are both adults here. Bob and I used to run around the house in the nude but now he has a fit if I don't dress first thing of a morning or at least put on a house coat." as she sat down in the chair.

"As long as it was your mom and no baby brother before or after she was born I had no problem with your grandma running around the house with nothing on, but she wouldn't let your mom do that after she got so old. When she put a stop to your mom running around without clothes on she quit then too and then after she moved out of the house here, your grandma went back to going around without clothes on again."

"That's the way it was with mom and dad when I was growing up come to think of it."

June and I sat there making small talk while I ate my breakfast and drank my coffee and she drank her coffee. After June filled our cups up twice and we drank the coffee in them, "I guess I need to put this stuff by the sink and go get dressed so that we can get started and get it over with. The faster the better I think."

"I'll take care of all this while you're getting dressed." As she stood up then June looked at me, "Now go grandpa. I've got this. I've seen necked men before and I could see you under the table when I got our coffees those two times now."

"Okay, I'm going." as I stood up from the chair.

I noticed that June took a look at me as I stood and she was picking up the two cups and my plate. I quickly turned before my dick got a rise so she wouldn't see it getting hard with her looking at it. As it was it had done got half hard with her telling me that she's done saw me this morning.

As soon as I was dressed I got an arm full of Bea's clothes from her side of the closet and took them out to the living room and draped them over the back of the couch, "June if by chance you want any of these clothes here you might want to put them over the back of the chair there."

"I don't think any of her clothes will fit me grandpa but I will go through them though. I do have a friend that can use some clothes if there is any that happen to fit her."

"That works for me." then I went back to the bedroom for another arm load.

Once I had all of Bea's clothes out on the couch and June went through them I started going through Bea's other things she had in the bedroom keeping what I wanted to keep out of them and the rest I took to the living room for June to go through. Once I had everything out of the bedroom and closet of Bea's I started taking things out to the pickup that June had already gone through and didn't want.

After everything had been gone through we took the rest of the stuff that was left out to my pickup to take it to Good Will. With everything loaded and strapped down so that it don't blow out on the way, June and I got into the pickup and headed to the drop off location.

"Have you seen your dad any since the funerals?"

"No I haven't. He told me to call his cell once I had everything out of the house that was mom's because he wouldn't be able to handle seeing her stuff there and knowing she'll never be there ever again. I called his cell last night after you dropped me off at the house and he was out of town on business and won't be home till Friday or Saturday."

"Did he say how he's holding up? Or did you even ask him?"

"Yes I asked him and all he would say is he's doing okay."

"I've been told he's not one to talk about what he's feeling at the time and then it's like he's forgot all about it when he does finally get over it if he even does."

Once we got to the drop off location we stopped at Sub Way and each got a sandwich and sat there eating it, while making small talk and watching the different people that came in through the door.

Once we got back to my place we then cleaned up the space that is now empty from getting all of Bea's things out of the house. That is when I happen to notice June while bent over that she had no bra on under her over size T-shirt but also had a tank top T-shirt on under the oversize T. She had bent over to pick up some dirt she had swept up into a pile. Even though it was a fast glance I also saw her nipples trying to poke through the tank top and looked to be of good size nips as her tits were also of good size.

I knew June had developed to a good size cup for such a small woman but never really paid any attention to her size all that much. Now I'm having trouble trying not to think about her tits size as I keep doing what I was doing before seeing the view down her over size T. The reason I believe that is making it hard for me to put what I just saw out of my mind is due to it being nine months since I've had sex last.

When we finished cleaning up the house and did just a little bit of rearranging things to help in filling up some of the empty space, "How would you like me to fix us a home cooked supper this evening grandpa?"

"I guess you can or we can just go out or order takeout. I figured you might be too tired to do any cooking after all we've done today."

"Since you won't let me pay for the meal, you can save money by me cooking supper."

"Right now moneys no problem. You deserve to be waited on after all the work you've done today. You can fix me supper another time if you want to."

"I'll make a deal with you then."

"Okay, what is the deal?"

"We'll eat out this evening but tomorrow night is my night to come over here and fix us supper."

"Okay I'll go for that."

"Good. Now, that we got that settled. Do I need to go home and clean up and put on something nice or not?"

"Do you want to go to more of a high end restaurant than we did yesterday or go to one that is kind of like the one we went to yesterday?"

"Let's just go to one like we did yesterday."

"Okay. Now if you need to you can go into the bathroom and clean up before we go."

"I think I will thank you."

"What you want to do as far as Bob is concerned?" as she had turned toward the bathroom.

When I asked her the question she stopped and looked at me, "I'm not even going to ask him anything and just go to eat. He never goes out with me to eat anymore so why should I bother asking him anymore. Just like yesterday when I called and asked him he said he had to work late again. It's the same thing every day; he has to or had to work late." June then went on toward the bathroom.

When we got to the restaurant and were eating our supper June talked about wishing she could actually find out if Bob is really working late or not. After listening to everything she had to say, I had an idea as to how to find out if he was actually working or not, so I asked her a few more questions about Bob and his job and all that I may need to know about him.

The next morning after I finished eating my breakfast I got dressed and went into town where I knew my friend's office was. The friend had become a private investigator working on his own after working for a couple other agencies. After talking to my private investigator friend and giving him all the information that I had on Bob and his job and work place.

That afternoon at three fifteen June came in with a sack full of groceries and put them in the kitchen leaving some of the food out on the counter and putting some in the fridge, to keep chilled till time to use them.

I told June about my visit with my private investigator friend and what he told me, "I sure hope he can find out the truth for me."

"I'm sure he will and if he finds out that Bob's not working but doing what you think he may be doing I hope you're prepared to handle it."

"I believe I am. I've done figured that he's playing around behind my back. I've even packed a few things to leave him as quickly as possible as soon as I find out for sure if he's cheating on me or not."

"Have you figured out where you'll move to if he is cheating on you?"

"I thought about moving back home with dad but he informed me last night that he is going to stay where he's at now instead of coming back home here. He said he got that promotion that he's been wanting and his office will be where he's at now. He also told me he's selling the house and will be splitting the money with me because he has found another woman to live with and maybe marry her if things work out between the two of them."

"You know that you're welcome to move in here with me. I do have more than enough room for you as you well know after we cleaned out the spare bedroom in there yesterday. I have no other family members that will be coming to visit me on your grandma's side of the family..."

"You don't know that. They could pop in at any time."

"Yea, right, that'll be the day. Any time we went to visit them I was left out in left field while they would talk to Bea but not to me. It was like I was the third wheel. Hell they never even came to visit Bea the whole time we were married. Hell you saw how they flocked to your dad after the funeral and only two of the husbands married to Bea's sisters came and visited with me and out of Bea's brothers one came over and shook my hand and told me he was sorry about how the two of them died so early in life. None of the sisters or other brothers came over to even tell me to go to hell even much less anything else."

Thinking about what I had just told her a moment, "I hadn't realized that till you just pointed it out. I remember now I couldn't get a word in edge ways to my dad with every one gathered around him. That is when I came over and talked to you three guys."

"You are the only real connection I have to that side of the family if any."

"I'm not real sure I even have a connection to them now that we're talking about it."

"I hate to say it but you may be right about not having a connection there."

"I guess I better go in and fix supper for us." going into the kitchen then.

"Do you need or want any help?"

"No. You just stay out till called." After June got some pans out and utensils' to cook with, "By the way if you want to go in and get comfy you can go ahead it'll be ready right at five."

"I'll just get some what comfortable then." I then went in and took a quick shower to be clean of the little bit of work I did outside around the house.

Stepping out of the bathroom in the master bedroom I opened my dresser drawer and found a pair of boxers to put on to eat in. As soon as I opened the bedroom door I could smell the food that June was cooking up and it made my stomach rumble letting me know just how hungry I am.

Stepping into the kitchen, "I know it sure smells good beautiful."

"Thank you. Go ahead into the dining room and have a seat. I'll be in there in just a moment as soon as I pour us some wine to go with our meal."

As soon as I stepped into the kitchen I saw that June had went in and changed into a tighter fitting T-shirt and shorts that fit her snugly and I noticed she had no bra on then caught myself wondering if she has any panties on or not.

Just a short moment after sitting down at the table June came in with a tray full of wine and ice tea for us to drink with our meal. While June and I ate supper we made small talk and when we were finishing up with the good meal she had cooked up, "I've decided to take you up on your offer if it still stands if we find out Bob's cheating on me."

"No matter what the offer will still be there for you. I'll never turn you down no matter what and you should know that by now."

"I know but I was taught not to take it for granted that an offer is still going to be there."

"That is true most of the time but you and I are family and maybe the only family we have on your side any way."

"What about your side of the family?"

"They may come and visit me if they have money to do so but if they do it will be to visit then head back the same day they get here, just like they did the day of the funeral if you remember."

"Yes I remember. Back when I was younger didn't your mom and brothers come to visit once?"

"Yes they did and treated us all out to dinner and then stayed around maybe another hour or two then left for home. That should tell you that I'll not need that room in there, so you will be able to use that room for as long as you want to or need to."

"Thank you grandpa very much. Dad called me this afternoon during his dinner break and told me that he and the woman he's seeing now will be here Saturday morning to get his stuff packed up and ready for the movers to load everything into a truck and take it all up to where he's moving to."

As June told me what her dad told her I was wondering about him and my daughter's relationship. Was it falling apart before the bad accident for him to find another woman so fast after his wife's death? Had he cheated on her long before her sudden death? I had all kinds of questions about him and the daughter's marriage. How can he be ready so fast after his wife's death when I'm just starting to being ready for another relationship with another woman?

Wednesday evening right after I got off from work I gave my friend the private investigator a call to see how the investigation was coming along to be told that he needed just a few more days to wrap it all up for us. Friday late afternoon my Forman walked up to me and handed me a note that I was to call my friend up as soon as I got off of work or to just go by his office before six or he'd be out till Monday morning. As soon as I got off from work I picked up my check and gave my friend a call and he asked me if it was going to be just me he meets with about his findings or was June going to be there too.

He gave me time to give June a call to see if she wanted in on the meeting about the findings which she wanted to be there too. I gave my friend a call back and we set up the meeting first thing Monday morning which I then told my boss that I had a meeting with a private investigator Monday and didn't know if I'd make it into work or not that day.

Monday morning I got to the investigator's office a little bit early so I sat in the office waiting room till time and just before we got called back June came in and set next to me till we were called.

Stepping into the office Max held is hand out for me to shake, "Come on in Jake." then looking at June and holding his hand out to her, "This must be June your daughter."

"Yes it is."

"My pleasure to meet you and put a face to the name I've heard so much about from Jake here."

"Thank you but the pleasure is all mine as much as grandpa has told me about you."

"You mean it wasn't all bad stuff he told you about me."

"No sir it was all pretty good stuff."

"Just call me Max. Now we'll get down to business here." stepping around his desk and having a seat in his chair. Max picked up a folder and opened it took out some pictures and as he handed one to June, "To be sure I've got the right man here, have a look at these pictures." handing another one to her as June handed me the first picture.

"You got the right man. That is Bob."

Handing June another picture as she handed me the one she had while taking the next picture from Max, "Do you recognize the woman in this picture?"

"No, I've never seen her before."

"He stops here every morning on the way to work and some mornings he spends thirty minutes and other mornings he spends one hour then he goes on to work from there. The mornings he is there for an hour he comes out with his tie in his hand and starts retying it as goes to his car."

Max had handed pictures one at a time to June as he told us how long Bob spends at the woman's house, "Do you know if this woman is married or single?"

"She's single. Your husband Bob owns the house according to the city records. Now on the days that he just stays thirty minutes with this woman in the house he stays at the office later than all the other employees and when he comes out one and one half after every one else has left he comes out with this woman and walks her to her car then they have a kissing session for a little bit then she gets into her car and drives off while he walks to his car then gets in it and leaves. He goes from here to this restaurant where he meets back up with the woman from his work place. As you can see they kiss again and then walk into the restaurant arm in arm."

"That woman is his secretary."

I managed to put surveillance cams and mikes around in his office and every time she stepped into his office throughout each day they would kiss each other and sometimes during their dinner time they would sit in his office and eat their dinner. Now I've made a little video here for you and I did do some editing to it so it is just a short version of their encounters together from day to day." then Max put a DVD into his computer and after a few clicks of his mouse a video started playing.

Some of the times that Bob and his secretary ate dinner together he would bad mouth June and other times bad mouthed her husband and then they would just hold each other and kiss after eating and bad mouthing their mates and even have a quickie on some of those days during their dinners. On the evenings they would stay late after work they would end up on the couch having sex a couple of times before they left the office. Max cut the sex down to where each session was short so not to take up to much time watching it.

Max managed to get some pictures through a few windows with the woman Bob stopped to see each morning and on the thirty minute stay they just sat and talked and he would give her some money and the days he stayed longer they had a round of sex. When Bob and his secretary didn't stay late they would meet up at the restaurant kiss then go in and eat supper then have a little kissing session before leaving at which time Bob would head back over to his house he stopped at each morning and spent a couple of hours having sex before going in to clean up before heading home.

After the meeting that took one in a half hours June and I walked out of the office and down to our cars then at her car she turned to me, "I guess you're going to have a roommate grandpa." in a very angry detecting voice.

"Do you need any help moving your stuff?"

"No I can get it. Like I told you I've got a lot of my things packed and ready to go which doesn't leave me much to pack and load. Besides I know you need to get to work unless you took the day off."

"My boss told me to take the day off to take care of the matter at hand here then go in Tuesday to work. He said we'll just call it a sick day."

"You've been with the same company for how long now?"

"Thirty some years now and he pays me more than the other guys that I work with because of it."

"I better go get my thigs and I'll meet you at the house then."

"Okay. Drive careful so I don't get another phone call."

"I will. I love you grandpa."

"I love you too baby." then I closed the driver's door for her.

The next morning out of habit I went to the kitchen and started the coffee maker then went to cooking up some breakfast with nothing on but the apron which I take off when I sit down to eat. In the middle of cooking breakfast June walked into the room and with a whistle, "You really have a good looking behind there grandpa."

"Shit" I whispered to myself, "I'm so sorry June baby. I should've got dressed before I came in here. Being half a sleep yet I just came in here without giving it another thought."

"Oh grandpa don't think anything of it. I told you this is your house so dress however you want to dress or not dress."

"Here keep a watch on this and I'll go put on one of my boxers."

"I told you don't have to go do that."

"A granddaughter shouldn't see her grandpa without clothes on."

"Grandpa don't worry about it now. I saw you not long ago with nothing on and you have nothing more than Bob has. The only difference maybe the size but other than that the two of you have the same thing."

I went ahead and finished cooking breakfast and even cooked up breakfast for June too. Once I had breakfast cooked and on two plates I took them to the table and sat the plates down on the table with one in front of June and one in my spot at the table.

I sat down at the table then I reached back and untied my apron and laid it over the back of the empty chair next to me across from June. As I had a bite of my eggs on my fork I happen to look at June to see she had a very thin night gown that was very much see through. As soon as I could see June's tits and hard nipples with nipples trying to poke through the gown I got a hard cock real quick.

While June and I ate our breakfast we made small talk and I had a very hard time keeping my eyes off of her tits but I felt like I was failing at it. When she stood up to take our cups over and refill them with more coffee I saw that her gown stopped right at the spot her butt and legs connect at and I could see right through to her ass and ass crack. When June turned around to walk back to the table with our coffees I could see her bald pussy as easy as I could her butt crack.

The second morning June was there I put on my boxers and I could even smell a breakfast being cooked up. When I stepped into the kitchen I saw June in her thin night gown, with the apron on and the gown had rode up some from the apron being tied around her waist just above her butt, so half of her butt was uncovered.

"How long have you been up this morning baby girl?"

"Oh not long, just long enough to start the coffee maker and cook over half of our breakfast. You can go ahead and fill our cups up over there and this should be ready by the time you get them sat on the table at our spots."

With the coffee on the table I sat down then June came over to the table with our plates filled with food and when she had them sat down on the table in front of myself and her spot she took off the apron and put it on the counter then came back over and sat down at her spot.

From that morning on is how it is of mornings when I have to work but on the weekends, I do the cooking of our breakfast with me wearing my boxers and the apron.

The third week that June lived in the house the two of us had turned in for the night after watching a movie on the television on another station than the local station so we missed the news and weather so we went to bed.

Sometime after we had gone to bed I got woke up from a loud clap of thunder and in less than two seconds June was at the door coming into my bedroom, "I'm scared grandpa..." another loud clap of thunder again and she was in my bed under the sheet with me cuddling as close as she could possibly get, "I'm sorry I didn't ask first but it scared me. I don't like storms."

"I guess it'll be okay for you to be in here with me. Let me get up and put on some boxers." then another loud clap sounded off all most as fast as we saw the flash of lighting light up the room.

"No don't get up. Please grandpa, hold me."

"I have no..." the thunder cut me off it was so loud that time.

June just jumped and landed in front of me lifting my arm up and over her with her back side up against me, including her butt and that is when I noticed she was as nude as I was under the sheet. With her against me like she was my dick was right between her butt cheeks. With the way she gave a little bit of a roll back to grab my hand then rolled back forward her butt crack caught my dick up in it, "You don't have a night gown to sleep in?"

As soon as my dick was in her butt crack it started getting hard and the other thing that got my dick to hardening is when June grabbed my hand and pulled it over her, she put my hand right on a tit close to the bed and my arm over her other tit and her nipples went to getting harder than they already were, "No I've been sleeping in the nude for some time now. I'm too scared to stop and grab something before coming in here to bed with you."

Just before another clap of thunder sounded out I could feel June shaking like she was scared of something, then the clap sounded off, "There is nothing to be scared of baby." I all so noticed that between claps of thunder I could hear the rain gushing down on everything and it was soaking whatever was in its way, "It's just raining real heavy right now which tells me it'll be over within a few minutes."

"I still don't like it. It scares me."

I could tell with each clap of thunder that it was further away than it was, then I also noticed that June was flexing her hips causing her butt to rub up and down my dick shaft. Then she started squeezing my hand in a way to make my fingers squeeze her tit while she put another hand on my arm like she didn't want it to move, "Ahh, baby what are you doing? I think we need to get up and put something on."

"I like the feel of two nude bodies next to each other like this."

"I know just how you feel but your my granddaughter not my girlfriend from down the street if I even had one."

"Are we both adults here?"

"Yes we are. Adults that shou..."

"Yes we are adults here. Now are we alone here or is someone else in here with us?"

"It's just us ..."

"Then we are not hurting anyone at all sense it's just us here. No one will even know what we do in here unless you go and tell them because I'm not going to say, as you say, a 'cotton picking word' to anyone about us doing anything in here. Now does it feel good with what I'm doing?"

"Well yes it feels good no doubt but..."

"Then this will really feel good then." then I felt her hand on my cock and guiding it then I felt the head of my hard dick at the entrance to her pussy opening and then the head slid into the opening.

June had to stop a few times till she had all of my seven inches in her pussy,"Oh shit baby. Mmmm. It feels so good but yet it's so bad to be doing." June kept sliding down on my hard cock inch by inch, "It's a good thing your pussy is wet like it is or you wouldn't have been able to get my dick into your pussy. Your pussy is so damn tight.

"I knew you were bigger than Bob the first day I saw you sitting at the table eating breakfast and I knew I wanted to have you one way or another grandpa. Even if Bob had been true and faithful to me I was going to figure out a way to get you in my pussy."

I noticed then that I was squeezing her tits and helping her to get my dick into her tight wet pussy. I don't know when I started squeezing her tits and pinching her nipples going from one to the other without her hand on my hand. June moaned with each inch that slowly slid into her hot little box.

When my dick was in her pussy as far as we could get it, "Oh fuck you have me filled to the brim with that sexy hot rod of yours grandpa."

"I know your pussy is the tightest one I've ever had my dick in. As tight as you are it's a good thing that you're as wet as you are or I wouldn't be in you it's such a tight pussy."

Once June was adjusted to the size of my dick we slowly started moving letting my dick slide outward then back in with increasing speed and length of my cock's movement.

Her pussy muscles squeezed my dick more than it had been and her pussy just got wetter than it already was, "OH, fuck, grandpa, your cock feels so damn good in my pussy. I really don't want to ever take it out, it feels so fucking good."

"I know what you mean there. I don't want to take my dick out of your pussy now that I know how tight it is and how good a tight pussy feels."

"Why don't you get up here on top of me here?"

As June lifted up I just took a hold of her by putting my arm around her and lifted as I turned onto my back putting her on top in reverse cowgirl, "Now baby you can ride for a bit."

"Oh fuck me grandpa you're so deep in my pussy. I didn't think you could get any deeper than you were before." then June started bouncing up and down on my dick then.

After a few strokes up and down on my cock, "Oh damn grandpa I believe this is my favorite position from now on."

"You might want to try a few more positions before deciding on which one you'll like the best." I reached up and around and got both hands full of her firm perfect tits and gave her hard nipples a squeeze and a pinch causing her to moan even more than she was.

A moment later I then put my hands on her butt and helped her move up and down on my dick. After a few strokes more I felt her pussy muscles squeeze my dick again harder than it was and her pussy got even wetter again socking my cock. A few stokes more, "Now baby I'm going to roll and get up so that I'm behind you for doggy."

I then put my arms around her waist and rolled, then pushed myself up and over, "Ow oh fuck..." she then need to wait and adjust before moaning in pleasure rather than the pain, "Oh fuck you went deeper into my pussy just then and into my cervix. Oh fuck that feels so damn good."

I started pumping in and out of her pussy then, "Oh hell you're so fucking deep. Fuck me grandpa."

As I pushed and pulled in and outward she pushed back into me getting my cock in her pussy as deep as we could. Her pussy was feeling so good I didn't think about whose pussy I was fucking at the moment. Fucking June's tight pussy kind of gave the feeling that I've never had sex till the rain storm came through, "Fuck baby your pussy is so damn tight. I think my cock is going to be rubbed raw by the time were done here."

"Oh fuck me. Your cock feels so damn good in my pussy. I've cum more on your cock than I have on any other dick. Don't stop fucking me. I'm about to cum again, shit it feels so damn good."

"I'm getting close to cumming too. Where do you want me to cum at? Do you want me to cum on your sexy little round butt here or on your perky tits?"

"I want to feel your cum in my pussy. Put all of your cum in my pussy. Oh fuck, I'm fucking cumming now. Cum, now, fill my pussy up."

I then felt her pussy muscles squeezing my cock again which then set me off. I started pumping rope after rope of cum deep into her ever so tight pussy before I could find out if she was on the pill or not, "Oh fuck, I'm cumming baby. I'm fucking feeling up you tight pussy.

"I feel it filling me up. I want it alllll..." then I got socked from the groin down. There was a liquid squirt out of her pussy for the first time tonight.

I've seen videos where a woman may squirt but never been with a woman that did till now. I finally quit cumming and June went down flat on her belly, which I followed her down, then rolled over taking her with me till we lay on our sides with me spooning her and my dick still in her pussy.

In a short time my dick went soft and fell out of her pussy, then June turned over to face me and we started kissing each other with so much passion, which also is the first kiss of the night.

When we broke the kissing off, "I love you grandpa. You're my number one man from now on. That was the best sex I've ever had my whole life. No one can make me cum the way you just made me cum."

"We should not have done what we just did baby. You're my only little girl I have left in this world now. I love you with all of my heart but this was wrong for us to do. If word even got out about us doing such a thing as we did, there will be hell to pay for the rest of my life. I just cum in your tight pussy and I were unprotected meaning I could have made you pregnant just now..."

"No grandpa I'm on the pill. I'm so glad we did this. Out of all the stormy nights and days I've had sex during the storms, you made this night feel the best for me and made me cum the most. I've been horny long before I even asked to move in with you and that ex of mine wouldn't have sex with me. He went out to have sex with another woman or bimbo. Bimbo is more like it. I've wanted to do this since the day I first saw you with no clothes on in the kitchen while you ate breakfast and I'm so glad that we finally did. I have loved you for how long now? Now I know just how much I love you. I would love to have your baby and hope it's a boy so that your great name can be carried on. Now tell me was it as good for you as it was for me? Look at me and tell me you didn't love the feelings we felt having the sex with each other like we just did."

I had this feeling that I was on the losing side of this argument. The answer to her question was, "Yes it was good for me as it was for you." I could not tell her it was any different. I even knew that I had cum more with her than any other woman I have ever been with, including her grandmother and sex with her grandmother, was pretty damn good but with June it was beyond that even.

"I cannot figure out why everyone including you can say it is wrong to have sex with a family member, when it feels so damn good like it was for us tonight?"

"I have no answer for that than, it is against the law to do so."

"That I know but it is a stupide law to me. When two adults, as we are, love each other and one isn't forced into the sex then there should be no law against incest. Sex is meant to be enjoyable for two people that love each other dearly isn't it?"

"Yes. That is what I've all ways been told since I was a kid myself."

"Then who loves us better than we love each other?"

"I don't know of any one that does."

June then leaned in toward me and kissed me on the lips for a moment which I returned the kiss as well, "Now, do you still want to say what we did is wrong?"

"Now I will not say another word against it. I would just lose again if I did."

"That's right. The day you tell me you did not enjoy our sex with each other is the day I will stop trying to have sex with you."

"The way I feel about it now I'll never say that to you. You should try to find a man that you want to be with for the rest of your life though."

"You're the only man I want to spend the rest of my life with so I'm not going to go looking anymore."

"In that case we need to try and get some sleep now.
And the storm is over with now..."