Chapter 1

Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft, Teenagers, Reluctant, BiSexual, Incest, Grand Parent, .

Desc: Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Amy and her GrandPa match wits and connecting parts.

I had promised to pick Amy up at the airport, but wasn't sure I would be able to pick her out. The last time I saw her she was only twelve and girls change very quickly at that stage.

As I watched the people file off the plane, my eye (and most male eyes around me) was caught by one strikingly beautiful girl who seemed to be just bursting with youth and sexuality. Her high, proud tits were straining to be released and continue their flight to heaven and her short shorts promised delights beyond the imagination of normal men.

As I watched, trying to hide my leer and my growing erection, this delicious specimen of pulchritudinous came directly to me with a huge smile on her face and grabbed me in a big hug.

"Well, at least you haven't changed much, GrandPa. You always did try to sneak peeks at me."

"But, but, but... ," I stammered, trying to reconcile this near-woman with the image of the little girl in my mind. "You look so grown up," I finally blurted.

"Yeah, guess that was why you were checking me out, huh?"

I've never been one to dodge the facts when they are so indisputable. "Must have been," I admitted. "Ready? Is this all you've got."

"No, I've got lots more, believe me." I laughed. "No, I mean do you have more bags?"

"No, this is all in the bag department. Mom said I wouldn't need many clothes here for the summer."

"What else did she tell you?" I wondered.

"She said to watch out for you, that you were a horny old goat that would fuck a snake if you could keep track of the head."

"I see." (Hummnh, built like a brick shithouse and talks dirty, too.) "For some reason, we don't have many snakes around here any more. Seems to be a shortage of sheep, too."

"Oh, GrandPa, how you do go on," she punched me playfully and hurried to keep up with me as we walked to the truck.

"Yeah, but now that song has such special meaning for me."

"Which song?"

"There'll Never Be Another Ewe."

She smiled as she climbed in the pickup. So did I. I was watching her fantastic ass as she climbed up in the cab.

"Like what you see, GrandPa?"

"You've grown into a mighty fine young lady, Amy. I may have a hard time fighting the boys away from you this summer."

"Don't worry, I can take care of myself. The ones I want, you couldn't keep me away from and the ones I don't won't get anything I don't want them to have."

"Sounds like you've grown up in many ways."

"I hope so. Is it ok if I snuggle up against you while we ride? I miss my dad. He always used to let me lean against him while he drove, and put his arm around me. It made me feel so safe."

"Sure! Scoot on over here and lean your head against my chest. Take a little nap if you like. We'll be home in about half an hour."

The idea of having that hot bod pushed up against me for half an hour was really heating up my blood. When she leaned against me, the view of her hard young boobs raised my temperature some more, and when she casually draped her hand on my thigh, on top of my quickly swelling prick, I almost blew a fuse.

Let me explain a thing or two here. I'm not much for taboos. I'm 65 years old and get excited by anything that would have attracted me sexually at any age. The fact that this vision of sexuality was my granddaughter had no meaning to me. I had no plans to father children by her or anyone else, so the taboos put into place to avoid inbreeding were of no value to me. She was hot!

For that matter, so was I. It's a good thing I had changed from my shorts to some loose slacks when I headed for the airport. My dick was at it's full size, now. If I had been wearing my shorts, they would have either ripped some skin off my pride and joy, or the head would be sticking out the leg hole. As it was, I wondered if Amy would make any comment. Her hand was still resting lightly on Long John as he swelled.

Apparently, though, she was asleep or feigning sleep, so I relaxed and simply allowed the good feeling of having her hand on my prick flow over me. As I drove, I couldn't take my eyes off the view down her open shirt and had a hard time keeping the truck in the lane. Speaking of "hard times," I stayed incredibly hard for the full length of the trip. At an earlier age, I would probably have shot off several times from the sensations the movement of the truck caused her hand to send flashing through my body. However, after all these years, I have learned how to extend my enjoyment of sex for hours without reaching complete orgasm. This allows me to stay hard for as long as I like and the sensation is at least as good as shooting off.

"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty, we're here." I shook her shoulder lightly, delighting in the ripples it created in the tops of her firm titties.

"Wow! I must have dropped right off!"

Was it my imagination or did she give my cock a hard squeeze as she sat up and disengaged herself?

"There's plenty room here. You can bunk anywhere you like. I'll drop your bag in the room across from mine, but feel free to make your own choice."

"Thanks, Gramps. You don't mind if I call you Gramps, do you."

Such a sweet smile! "Honey, you can call me 'Horny Old Goat' if you like. When you call, I will answer."

"Wow, that's neat! Okay, then, you old goat, what are the rules here?"

"It's like Australian Rules football--there are no rules. Well, there is one rule, actually. We care about how our actions affect others. It's not really a rule, just a way of life. You can say anything you want to me, on any subject. I don't have any taboos that I know of."

"How about spitting on the sidewalk?" There was a twinkle in her eyes.

"Just try not to hit my feet if you don't want me to spit back."

"What about cussing? Mom really hits the ceiling if I say fuck or shit."

"No problem I say them, too. I don't like Puritan games. I believe in the old slogan-'Say what you mean and mean what you say'."

"Can I actually just say anything to you that crosses my mind, without having to worry if it will bother you?"

"Try me."

"Ok. This bra Mom made me wear is killing me. Do you mind if I take it off?"

"Does the Pope fuck the choirboys? I told you. Just make yourself comfortable. If I don't like something you do, I'll tell you. You do the same. Ok?" I couldn't wait to see those tits swinging inside her blouse without a bra, although they looked so firm, it might not make much difference.

Holy shit! The kid looks me right in the eye and peels of her blouse and spins her bra around to put the clasp in front. Of course this allowed her luscious goodies to pop right out in front of my astonished eyes.

"These damn hooks are so hard to reach in the back, so I always do it this way."

"Like I said. I'll let you know if you do something I don't like. If you're going to keep doing stuff like that, though, I can't promise not to look like a deer caught in your headlights."

"Did they call them headlights when you were young, too?"

"Sure did. Do they still do it?"

"Yep. Like 'em?"

"They are beautiful and so are you. You'll find that I don't wear many clothes around the house, either. Actually, I'm a nudist and don't like wearing clothes at all. I only dressed up to go pick you up."

"When in Rome, I always say." Her shorts hit the floor before she finished the sentence, followed quickly by her thong panties. She stood before me, a vision of naked loveliness. "Bet Mom would shit if she saw me now."

"I'm sure she would. Your mom just never allowed herself to relax and enjoy life. She seemed to be uptight from the beginning."

"Yeah. When she was warning me about you, she told me about all the times you tried to put your hand up her dress."

"Did she, now?"

"Yeah. She said if I wasn't careful, you would be trying to look up my skirt and down my blouse. Guess this takes care of that problem, huh?

"Sure does. Well, you asked for it." I whipped out of my slacks like they were on fire.

"Wow! GrandPa! What a log! Bet you've made a lot of women very happy."

"Your Grandmother seemed to like it, but it's gotten pretty rusty since she's been gone. I don't hang out in bars. I refuse to go to church just to meet women and there seems little point in going, otherwise, so I don't meet many women these days. Want a beer?"

"Sure! I think I'm going to like it around here. Mind if I lie around the pool all afternoon?"

"Just remember to use plenty lotion. The sun gets very intense at this altitude."

"Will you help me put it on?"

"Why do you think I suggested it?" We ran out to my very private back yard, delighting in the feel of the sun on our bare skin. "Lie down," I said, trying to keep my voice even, although she would be able to feel my hands shaking, I'm sure.

Amy laid down on her stomach while I squirted a generous amount of lotion on her back and began to rub it into her taut body with wide circular strokes. I didn't pussy-foot around (NPI [well maybe]), just rubbed her like I would have my wife of many years. I didn't try to make it sexy, but the mere fact that I was rubbing the nubile body of my naked granddaughter was sexy enough.

She spread her legs wide so I could get to her inner thighs more easily, and I rubbed the lotion there, too, brushing against her delicate pussy lips, just a bit. She covered any reaction she might have had by flipping over on her back. "Now do the front," she commanded.

"My pleasure!" I meant every word.

"I'll bet. If it gets too hard for you I can do it."

"No matter how hard it gets, I'll find a way to come through for you." This conversation was getting out of hand. I squeezed her golden globes a couple of times and finished her off by lightly pinching her nipples before giving her a pat on the thigh. "You're ready for anything now. If you go in the pool, just call me for a refill. If you want anything to read, there's books in the den you can check out."

"Thanks, I hate to just lie here without doing anything, but I really want a great all over tan, and this seemed like a good chance to get one."

"It may be hard to explain that to your mother when you go back."

"Mom never sees my tits. She's too uptight." She got up and sauntered into the house to pick out a book. My eyes hurt from trying to keep from missing a single detail of her body. I had neglected to mention to her that most of the books in the den were ones I had written. Most of them were descriptions of older men fucking young girls, which was a subject near to my hard--err heart.

It seemed like ages before she reappeared, carrying a handful of books. I had been idly stroking my schlong while waiting and it hung at the place it does before starting to rise. It's close to full length, but hasn't yet swelled to full thickness.

"Wow, GrandPa! If that thing gets any bigger, you're going to fall over on your face! All the books that looked interesting are by this guy Wyden Long. I never heard of him. Who is he?"

"Oh, just a guy. He lives in this area. Perhaps you will meet him sometime this summer."

"That would be neat! I never met a real author. Did you know that's what I want to be?"

"No. I know very little about you, but what I see I like."

"I can tell that by the size of your radar. Do you always get hard when you're with other nudists?"

"As a matter of fact, no. When I was first able to learn if my attraction to nudism was simply my yearning to see naked women, I was very concerned that I would be stiff as a board all the time and would be embarrassed beyond bearing. As it turns out, I guess it is this fear that has always kept my erection totally down. So much so, in fact, that I sometimes want to tell people that it really isn't as small as it looks at the time."

"It looks pretty fine to me, GrandPa. You could enter a contest."

"It wouldn't work if you weren't there to inspire me." I gave her a slap on her cute ass and half ran into the house before I threw her on the ground and fucked the shit out of her. I was going to have to beat my prick into submission if it took all day. As soon as I got to my bathroom, I beat the hell out of it and had a load of cream quicker than any I could remember for many years. It had been building up for a couple of hours and was ready to fly.

The problem was that it never completely went down. I sat at the computer the rest of the day, trying to work, but couldn't. Finally, I gave up and joined Amy at the pool. "Mind if I join you? I'm not getting much work done, so I might as well get some fresh air and work on my tan, too."

"Glad to have the company, you old goat. I've been reading your books. They're all about older men fucking young girls. Is that all you ever think about?"

"No, but it sure is a fun hobby. Want me to touch up your lotion?"

"Sure. Give me a once over lightly."

"Looks to me like somebody else enjoys reading about young girls getting fucked by older men, too," I noted with satisfaction as I touched up her swollen nipples and couldn't help noticing the moistness in her pussy hair."

"It's these stories. Whoever this Wyden Long guy is, he really knows how to pleasure a woman. I must have had ten orgasms, just reading about what the guy in the book does to these girls. Do you really think I will be able to meet him?"

"I'm sure of it. Want to do my lotion now?" I couldn't wait for her small hands to rub me all over, especially with her current state of mind and the fact that she admitted to several recent orgasms. She must be hot as a pistol.

"There's no point in doing your back. If you tried to lie on your stomach with that pole sticking out, you would break it off."

"Maybe by the time you finish putting the lotion on that pole it won't stick out so far."

"Think not?"

"Wait and see."

I closed my eyes and luxuriated in the feel of having her hands caressing me from head to toe. A few times over the years I had gone for a massage, just to have the feel of a woman's touch on my body, but they always seemed to be afraid of losing points if they gave me any kind of sensual pleasure. As a result, they didn't give very good massages, either.

On the other hand, Amy was matter-of-factly rubbing the oil into my body as I had done for her. She didn't skip or avoid any areas, just covered me with a good layer of oil, all over. When she reached my prick, which was pretty full already, she poured a generous dollop of oil in her hands and began to stroke. She circled it with both hands and very firmly and lovingly rubbed it from bottom to top, then held the end firmly in one hand while going back to oil my balls with the other. My only fear was that I would get my gun too soon and spoil the game.

However, this was not to be. Amy knew instinctively how hard she could rub my dick and for how long, before I would be on the trembling verge of orgasm. Every time I reached this point, she would sit back and oil her cunt while I calmed down a bit.

She kept me that way for what seemed like hours. When she finally stopped, I had been hard for so long, it just stayed there.

"I don't know, GrandPa. I think your dick is just going to stay hard forever." She laughed. "You'll just have to lie there like that while I read. I'll just imagine it as the one in the book I'm reading. This girl put lotion on the guy like I did to you, and he stayed hard the rest of the day. Did you read that one?"

"I read it. As I recall, the guy was in agony, wasn't he?" Sure I read it. I always read what I've written. She had played out one of my all time favorite fantasies, exactly as I had envisioned it. Speaking of deja vu'. I only hoped that she would carry through and do the rest of them.

It appeared that she was on the right track. I lay there in my sweet misery for the rest of the afternoon. Every time my prick would begin to wilt, she would lightly run a finger through her pussy lips, which would bring me right back up.

If she was going to stick to the script, I knew I would not get relief that day. She would never let me come. The point of the whole technique was to gradually increase the sensitivity of my prick until she could make me cum without anyone touching my prick. I had visualized it, I had fantasized it and I had written it, but would it work? Would it work on a senior citizen who had been masturbating so often for 15 years that the infrequent pussy I got just didn't provide enough stimulation to make me get my gun?

Whether it worked or not, this was one hell of a journey!

Needing some degree of relief, I mentioned that she should call her mother to let her know she got here ok. By this time, we had our lounges arranged in 69 fashion, side by side. This gave her a good view of my standing prick and let me watch as her dainty finger disappeared inside her cunt from time to time, just to keep me hard.

"The cell phone is on that table near you. Since you are so good at torturing people, let's see if you can carry on an intelligent conversation no matter what happens."

Her eyes lit up. Apparently, she had reached that section of the book already. She wiped her hands and picked up the cell phone as she spread her legs in anticipation.

I let her get into the conversation pretty well before starting. My oily hand began working very slowly up her thigh toward her pink lips. Her voice became a bit more animated, but she had excellent control so far. We would see what she could take.

"Has that old goat tried to put his hand up your dress, yet, Dear?"

"Not so far, Mom."

I slid my hand higher.

"Has he been hinting that you should sit on his lap?"

My fingers brushed her coral colored lips lightly.

"No, Mom. No hints." She opened her thighs even more, as if daring me to invade her pussy. "I'm working on my tan, out by the pool. GrandPa's been in the house all day, working on his computer.

I brushed a finger the length of her moist pussy, then stuck the finger in my mouth.

"I'll bet he's peeking out the window trying to get a look at your body and imagine what you would look like without your swimsuit. I know the old goat. I know how his mind works. It's a good thing I got you such a modest bathing suit. I probably never should have sent you there for the summer, but there were a lot of reasons why I needed to. Just don't let him take advantage of your innocence. Ok?" I was up to my second knuckle in her baby's cunt when she mentioned the word "innocence." It nearly made both of us break out loud with laughter. I left three fingers embedded in her tight cunt while Amy finished reassuring her mother that I was being a perfect gentleman. My thumb was rotating on her clit and she was obviously on the verge of a gigantic orgasm when she terminated the conversation very quickly and hung up the phone.

I immediately stopped my motion and pulled my fingers from her inflamed cunt with an audible sucking sound.

"Oooow!" came a petulant moan of disappointment.

"Now you see how it feels. Sweet and sour, huh?"

"Yeah, but I can tell when your plate is about to fall off the stick. How will you know mine?"

"It's all digital, honey. Just like a computer."

"Digital? You have a computer that tells you when I'm about to cum?"

"I have something better than a computer."

"But you said it was digital."

"It is. I keep a digit in you." I slipped my social finger slowly into the depths of her twat and gave her clit a little flick with my thumb.

"Oooooh. I see. Digit-al, huh?"

"Now you're learning." I traced the moisture from her leaking pussy to her asshole and tickled it with a free finger, not trying to penetrate, just stimulate.

Amy looked at me with a sparkle in her eye. "Guess you've read the book, too, huh?"

"Guess so. Let me know when you're ready to eat." The book she was reading was the one where the old guy eats his dessert out of the girl's pussy and she spreads whipping cream all over his balls before licking it off.

"I'm ready now! Can we have pizza first?"

"The number is on the wall. Decide what you want and double it. I'll start making some dessert."

Her eyes lit up at the mention of the word.

"I didn't know you could cook, GrandPa."

"There's a lot we have to learn about each other. For instance, the difference between real cream and that junk they put in a spray can."

I could see the wheels going around in her mind on the question of whether I had meant "cow cream" or "man cream," but then she remembered what the cream was to be used for and a flush spread over her body as she began to think about it. I still had my finger in her cunt as she squeezed her thighs together in anticipation. I had to pull it out quickly or she would lose her buzz.

When the doorbell rang, I told Amy to get the door.

"Should I go like this?" she asked, pointing at her naked body.

"It's your game," I told her.

She did it. She threw the door wide open in the face of the most surprised pizza delivery boy in Slobbering Aspens.

"Holy sheeeit!," Jimmy yelled. Had to give the little bastard credit. He held on to the pizza.

"What's the matter, Jimmy? Never saw a girl before?" I knew Jimmy well. I had wanted to fuck his mother for years. They lived a few houses down the street. I let Jimmy and his buddies use the pool from time to time.

"Amy is my granddaughter and we're practicing to be nudists. Would you like to join us?"

"Holy sheeeit!"

"Is that all you can say, Jimmy? Why don't you take off your clothes with us so I can see if you like me." Amy started loosening his belt. She had seen the bulge in his jeans and apparently liked what she saw.

"Oh shit. I can't! I have more deliveries to do. Can I come back later?"

"Sure. Maybe I'll still be in the mood. GrandPa said we were going to play Dominos or something."

"Oh shit," Jimmy yelled, running backwards to his truck while he tried to see Amy's body as long as possible.

"It's a good thing you were in the kitchen, GrandPa. If he had seen your boner, he might have thought it was for him."

"Maybe it was, honey. That Jimmy's a cute kid."

She looked at me as if she were trying to decide if it was worth it to find out if I was joking.

"Come on. Let's eat. Jimmy completely forget about money, so I guess it's free."

"Ummmnh. Makes it taste that much better. Let's see now. Wonder what we could do with this bread stick." I greased it liberally with butter and slid it slowly to the back of her twat as she was eating. Jimmy's family not only made the best pizza around, their bread sticks were also famous. They weren't the puny little pretzel-stick types you get at a lot of places. They were fresh-baked yeast bread shaped like baguettes and were about an inch thick. I was very careful to work it slowly into the depths of her cunt, trying not to hurt her. They were still warm from the oven, but just cool enough to feel good.

When it was fully inserted, I asked. "Everybody around here swears by Mozzarella's bread sticks. Like them?"

"I think they're fabulous, GranPa. Aren't you hungry?"

"As a matter of fact, I am. I think their bread sticks are fabulous." I dropped to my knees and began chewing on the end that was sticking out of my granddaughter's pussy. The resulting action inside her cunt must have been enjoyable, because she bucked and heaved like she was riding a wild pony as I ate.

"Ooooh. I think they are fabulous, too, GrandPa. How many can you eat?"

"Since Jimmy only brought two, I'd say the limit is around two. But remember, we have to save room for dessert, don't we?"

Her eyes shone even more brightly. "I love you, GrandPa."

"Love you, too, Kitten." I went back to work on the breadstick before it got cold. When all the excess bread was gone, I had to pull the rest out with my teeth, a bite at a time. I'm afraid my nose may have brushed against her clit from time to time, because she did buck and heave quite a bit, there.

My prick was still painfully extended. It seemed to have locked into erect position. "Are we ready for dessert, now?" I asked when the last of the bread sticks were gone.

"I can't wait another minute, GrandPa."

"We have fresh cherries from my tree and cream that was stolen from a calf this morning. Sit on the table and lean back. I've heard this is where cherries come from. I'm going to put a few back."

Amy eagerly climbed on the table and spread her legs wide. The lips of her pussy were so puffy and flushed, they looked like she had a rash. She held her pussy wide for me as I dipped each cherry in fresh cream and nudged it deep into her cunt.

"I think it's full, GrandPa," she squirmed uncomfortably.

"Just a couple more," I told her. What I didn't tell her was that the last two were going up her ass.

"Oooooh! You didn't tell me that!"

"Maybe life isn't always like a story book."

"Maybe it's better." She relaxed and let me push the last two up her bunghole.

I put my face in her pussy and nudged her clit with my nose until she squeezed out a cherry. "Thanks for giving me your cherry."

"No problem," she smiled. "I've got lots of them."

Taking another deviation from the book, I ate half the cherry and put my lips against hers, passing the other half to her as we kissed.

"Bet you never expected to eat your own cherry."

"If I had any idea it was this good, I would have eaten it long ago. Give me some more."

"Patience. When we get to the last ones, it's going to take a lot of digging to get them. We don't want to rush things, do we?"

"Wow! Mom doesn't know what she missed, does she?"

"She doesn't have a clue. I would made her life a lot more enjoyable the whole time she was growing up if she had just relaxed and let me show her how."

"You're a great lover, GrandPa. Now dive in there and get those deep ones. My pussy is already starting to clench. You're going to see the greatest orgasm I've ever had, I think. No one has ever taken the time to get me this high before.

True to her word, Amy's body began to vibrate with every flick of my tongue. She was humming continuously as I applied suction with my mouth and tickled her clit with my tongue. When the last cherry popped out, she popped off.

What a blast! My granddaughter learned the meaning and value of foreplay that day. Her orgasm twisted her body into a tight ball. I could no longer reach her twat to lick or to tickle. She exhibited all the symptoms of someone having a seizure. She shuddered, she bounced, she rolled and tossed. She moaned, she groaned, she screamed high C.

I took her into my lap and held her on the length of my rigid prong while she gradually ran down. It took a lot of energy to make a body go through those contortions. Sooner or later, she would have to stop. While she was going, it felt good to hold her ass against my prick. Soon, now, it should get some relief.

For a long time after she stopped quivering, I held her quietly in my arms, kissing her neck and hair and talking soothingly to her as you would to a horse that had been frightened.

Finally, she recovered her strength.

"Wow! GrandPa! You're such a fantastic lover! Thank you, thank you."

"Wouldn't you like some whipped cream, too, little girl?" I leered.

"Oh, yes Sir!," she followed my lead perfectly. "Can I put this whipped cream here, and here, and here?"

"Yes you may, child, but if it starts to melt, you'll have to lick it off to keep from making a mess." "Oh, yes Sir. We don't want a mess, do we." She had finished spreading the cream over my balls and spooned the rest on the head of my prick, spreading it over the entire length with her fingers.

"Watch out, it's starting to melt!," I warned.

"Don't worry, Sir. I'll get it!" She flicked out her tongue and licked all the way from my asshole to the tip of my tortured dick. That one lick nearly gave me the relief I so desperately needed, but the end came too soon. It was the first time I really, really, really wanted a longer dick.

However, that lick was followed by another, then another, until the cumulative effect was almost enough to get me there. By this time, my dick was long clean of cream, so Amy spooned the rest onto the tip of my cock then lunged her mouth over the end, taking me to the base of her throat in one motion.

It was the first time I ever got off from one suck, but I was in such a state of arousal by this time, she might have been able to make me cum just by commanding me.

"Cum!," she would have said, and my cock would have begin spewing hot torrents of juice, as it was doing now. In this case, I could feel it but not see it, as she kept her lips all the way against my balls. The head of my dick was somewhere in her throat, where it was spewing an unknown, but possibly incredible, amount of hot, slimy sperm.

"Like that, GrandPa?" She smiled sweetly, with rivulets of my cum running down her chin.

"You are the best cocksucker in the whole, wide world, darling." I kissed her deeply and licked the evidence of our incest from her chin.

"Still want to fuck Jimmy?"

"It seems sort of pointless, now, but I did sort of promise the guy and I hate a prickteaser. Don't you?"

"Well, what we did today involved quite a lot of tease. I guess the ones I don't like are the ones you're never going to get. They just like the feeling of power they get from denying someone's desire. You told Jimmy you might not be in the mood, so do whatever you like. He's sure to be disappointed, though."

"Ok. I'll give him a little. It's not like I've been fucked lately, is it?"

"Nobody I know has fucked you. Get ready. I hear his truck coming now. Hope his brakes are good. He must be doing 90."

Jimmy pushed the doorbell about 50 times while Amy was crossing the living room.

"Are you still in the mood, Amy?" His prick made a lump the size of a football in his pants.

"I don't know. Let's see what you've got." "Here? No offense, Mr. Long, but can we have some privacy?"

"Whatever I do, my GrandPa gets to watch. He likes to watch. I like to fuck. Are we going to talk all night or are you going to show me if that's a sock in your pants?"

"Ok, ok. Just seems a little weird. Does this look like a sock?"

It didn't look like a sock to me, unless socks have big red things on the end, and distended veins running all around the length. Boy, was this guy hung, and was he horny! This was the prick I wished I had when Amy was licking me.

"I guess you'll do," she said, leading him to the couch by his dick. She laid back against the cushions and Jimmy climbed feverishly on board.

His first lunge buried the old salami all the way to the root and widened Amy's eyes so far it looked like her eyeballs might pop out. Then he started humping. That kid pumped his dick in that tight cunt so fast it was like watching a dog fuck.

The first two times he came, he didn't even slow down. The only way we knew he had cum was by the amount of cum running down Amy's thighs. I got a towel from the bathroom and lifted her ass to slide it under while Jimmy was still pounding away. Apparently, my presence wasn't enough to spoil his fun, after all.

The kid must have cum five or six times before he quit. His dick was still fully hard when he climbed off. Strings of cum were drooling from his pisshole as he zipped up.

"Wow, Amy! You are fantastic! I'm sorry I have to run again, but my folks call the cops if I'm not back from my deliveries in a certain time. They're so afraid I'll get robbed."

"That's ok, Jimmy. Come back sometime when you have more time. You have a great cock. Thanks for the pizza."

"Thanks for the pussy. See you later, Mr. Long."

"I saw the way you were drooling over the size of his dick, GrandPa. You nearly blew your wad jacking off watching him. Want to suck my pussy dry?"

"I always figure love is where you find it. The first pussy I ever fucked was a mule. It felt as good to me as any pussy I ever fucked. I've sucked a couple of dicks in my day and it was just as exciting as having mine sucked, so yes, Honey, spread those lovely thighs and I will lick Jimmy's cum out of your hot little twat. Have to warn you, though. You have to suck harder to get cum out than to get cherries out, so it may be hard on you."

"Suck away, you old goat!," she laughed as she spread her thighs and leaned her head back to swallow my still rigid prick.

As with the cherries, the effort of getting the last drop was enough to start her shaking again. I joined her for the second time that evening, by flooding her tonsils with creamy cum. Not bad for an old fart, huh?

"I guess we know where I'll be sleeping, then?"

"Not necessarily."

Her eyes had a bewildered, hurt, look. I hastened to let her know it was a joke. "We have to decide which side of the bed you want."

The cloud passed as she realized I was only teasing. "Come on, you old goat. I'll scrub your back if you'll scrub mine."

We went to sleep spooned together, with my now flaccid dick held tightly between her thighs.

Chapter 2 ยป

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