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Juvenile Sexuality
By
Jim Stanley
Chapter 10
Bernie and Me
I excused myself at the end of the pinochle game. "Goodnight everybody,"
was my exit cue, to which everyone responded, almost in unison, "Goodnight,
sleep well." I went up the stairs and immediately undressed, lying naked
beneath the covers, awaiting Bernie's warm body and his 10 inch hard cock.
I had no idea how much longer the game would continue and lay there
dry-mouthed anticipating all that would transpire between Bernie and me
that night. My cock stayed hard thinking of the possibilities. I imagined
him coming up the stairs, undressing, sliding naked between the covers, and
pressing his warm body and hard cock against me. At this point in my
reverie, I imagined him taking control. More, I wanted him to take control
and do with my body whatever he wanted. I sensed a certain freedom in
letting him take over, manipulating my every orifice to his own ends, at
the same time stimulating my sexual appetites over and over. I pictured
him ordering me to lick his entire body, beginning with his feet. I
imagined sucking each of his toes as if they were his cock, my tongue
searching out the inner recesses between his toes and sucking deeply the
ball of his foot, his arches, his heels. I tasted the salinity of the
sweat his feet produced from the confinement of his shoes. My tongue moved
ever upward, licking his calves, his thighs, the crevices of his groin. I
swallowed his two testicles whole, sucking them tenderly, alternating
between them and his 10" shaft, swollen with passion. My tongue continued
its forward movement towards his chest, his nipples, on which I nibbled,
half sucking, half biting. My tongue and lips find his mouth and nose and
eyes, our tongues entwining, sucking our tongues deeply into each other's
mouth. I see myself returning down Bernie's back to his asshole, dipping
my tongue deeply into his luscious hole, tasting his masculinity in its
fullest. As I continued in this fantasy, I heard, "What do you say we call
it quits for the night," words of my father. I also realized that I had
shot all over myself and the sheets unknowingly. But I knew there was more
to come and I feigned sleep awaiting my assignation to Bernie's will. I
must have dozed off. My next memory is of Bernie's body pressing against
my back, his hard 10" cock snugly wedged between my legs, massaging the
back of my testicles. "Are you awake, Stas?" he whispered.
"Yes, Bernie. What time is it? How long have you been in bed?" I
responded.
"About 15 minutes, Stas. I've been laying here admiring your hot
body ever since. Your Mom and Dad are already in bed. We all came up
together. I don't think they're asleep yet because I can hear them making
love together. I don't think we'll have any problem from them," he added.
I listened closely and could hear the bed springs creaking in my
parent's room, a sound I had heard often and come to relish. It was one of
those pleasant sounds associated with growing up that meant the beginning
of passionate love for them and myself. They would be devoured by their
love for one another and their sexual passion. I, in turn, would lay
naked, embracing my own passions. Sometimes, I would creep along the floor
into their bedroom to catch glimpses of their loving, rapt by the sounds of
lust emanating from their bodies. Orgasm came to them in these moments as
they would to me. Being young, my orgasms would continue through the
night, sometimes three and four cums before rising the next day. Then my
thoughts returned to Bernie. I resumed my earlier reverie and pleaded with
Bernie to take me. "Do with me what you will, Bernie. Please. My body is
yours," I whispered.
"Yes, it is Stas," came his answer, and, with that, roughly turned
me on my back. He rose above me, his legs straddling my chest and inserted
his hard 10" cock into my mouth and fucked. "Suck it hard, Stas. It's all
yours. We are going to have the fuck of our lives tonight. Suck, baby!
Take it!" he insisted, driving his hard cock rhythmically in and out of my
mouth. His left hand reached backward to grasp my cock and balls in this
passionate mouth fuck and stroked them firmly, pulling the skin from my
uncut cock far back, expelling the juices of pre cum from my hot pisshole.
This went on for about ten minutes, my body growing hotter by the moment.
Then he withdrew his cock and lay on his back, ordering me to straddle his
chest in a 69 position, my ass, balls and cock hovering above his face, and
continue sucking his hard cock. The juices poured from his cock and mine
as his tongue searched the crevices of my ball sack, my cock, and my
asshole. I desperately wanted his cum but he withheld, saying, "Go slow
now Stas. I don't want to cum yet." We continued this way for some 20
minutes. He commanded, "Stas, stop the sucking and sit on my hard cock,
facing me." I obeyed, turned, and sat on his cock pole, the 10" driving
deep into my hot asshole. I rode it deliriously, Bernie, at the same time,
stroking my hard cock as it flapped against his belly. He commanded anew,
"Now, turn around again and suck my hot cock. Taste your hot asshole." I
turned again to do his bidding, he, again, searching out my cock and balls
and, especially, my hot asshole which his hot cock just finished fucking.
He moaned with pleasure as he tasted the juices from my hot ass. Then he
roughly turned me onto my stomach and drove his hot cock into it. He
fucked me wildly and deeply, each thrust seeming to go deeper and deeper,
each thrust honing my prostate to new levels of exquisite joy. The bed and
springs jumped with each thrust and I wondered if my parents listened to
these proceedings as I had theirs. At this point of passion, however,
neither one of us cared. Just before he came, he withdrew, turned me over
and clumsily but passionately shoved his cock towards my face and shot. My
mouth reached for his love juice, most of it squirting to the back of my
throat, some of it splattering over my face, nose, chin and eyes. Then he
jammed his hot cock into my throat, wrapped his legs around my head as if
in a head lock, turned me and his body on the side and continued a slow
mouth fuck. Then he rested. His cock continued to throb and leak its
juices into my throat as we lay there, sweating, panting, and, I, still
lusting. We must have slept. I awoke first. Bernie lay diagonally across
the bed, his cock resting gently on his inner thigh, still wet and still
oozing the juices of his passion. He slept. I rose over him to suck up
the last drops of his cum and turned him on his side, spoon position and
lay at his back in a 69 position. My head met his asshole and I sucked it
deeply, letting my tongue dip in and out of his pink and loose hole. His
feet arced backward and I interspersed my tongue bath of his asshole with
sucking his cock and balls which protruded backward through his closed
legs. His feet lay folded near his cock and balls and I licked their soles
with gusto. My tongue and mouth sucked the balls of his feet, his heels,
his ankles, searching between the crevices of his toes for some aroma of
sweat to heighten my passion. I loved this way for over an hour. My cock
throbbed in pain. I turned to a spoon position now and inserted my cock
into Bernie's wet asshole, moistened by my continuous probing with my hot
mouth and tongue. After 10 minutes of slow fucking, Bernie woke. "Stas,"
he said, "you've got to do better than that. I want your cock deep in me
with all your hot cum." With that, he rose and knelt on the side of the
bed, his ass pointed outward, his asshole relaxed and puckered awaiting the
thrust of my cock. "Fuck me hard, Stas. Fuck me hard and deep. Hurt me
and fuck me," he ordered. I stood behind him and drove my 6-1/2"
uncircumsized cock into his moist asshole. Each thrust was wilder than the
previous. I held on to his shoulders with my left hand for added thrust
and depth, my right hand grasping his balls and cock from behind and
fucking deliriously. I came not once but four times in his hot ass, each
time kneeling behind to suck my cum as it dribbled from his asshole. Then
we lay side by side and slept for another hour or so. But the night
continued the way it began, he fucking me and I fucking him. The early
morning came and went until I realized that it was almost 10 A.M. We must
have slept through my parent's waking and passing through my bedroom on the
way down to the kitchen. Since Bernie and I both lay naked, I'm not sure
what they saw or thought. But nothing was ever said or mentioned, and,
since then, Bernie and I have repeated our passionate orgies many times.
Chapter 11
Grandpa and Grandma
The two most lovable people on earth were my grandfather and grandmother on
my mother's side. Unfortunately, they lived on a farm in another state and
I didn't get to see them very often. In the summer, however, when I was 10
or 11, my mother would often pack me off to stay with them for several
weeks and, sometimes, for the whole summer. Grandpa was a big burly man,
gray haired, red faced, large bodied, and loving. Grandma, too, was large.
At age 11, she seemed even bigger, her lap offering a warm welcome at all
times. They were both in their 80's at the time, still active, still
buoyant with personality, warmth, and love. Grandpa, too, seemed well
endowed. A large bulge was the first thing I noticed when he wore his
usual blue denim work coveralls. I verified this soon after arriving.
Daily, after a hard days work in the fields and the barn, he would come in
and ask Grandma to get the water ready for his bath. She would fill the
tub with the hot water, add cold to get it to a comfortable temperature and
have Grandpa get in. From the beginning, they would have me get in the
tub, too, and we would play. He noticed immediately that I was fascinated
with his large cock and balls that were buried in a forest of gray hair
which flowed from his chest and belly down to his asshole. And best of all,
he would let me play with it, saying jokingly, "Watch out, it'll bite you."
When it got hard, it stood a good 12 inches long with a girth of about 7 or
8 inches. When it got hard like that, he would often add, "Your Grandma
likes it the best." Then I began to wonder and fantasize over Grandma's
cunt and size, wondering how anyone could receive such a large cock.
Grandma, at these times, would bathe both of us, giving all of her
attention to our backs and feet. The nicest part of my stay with Grandpa
and Grandma was sleeping in the same bed with them. Grandpa always slept
in the nude as did I. Grandma wore a loose night shirt with nothing
underneath. It was here I found additional warmth and security, bound on
two sides by their warm bodies, basking in the sensuous smells emanating
from their pores and crevices. I got to see Grandpa's cock hard often.
And I would slide down low in the bed to get glimpses of Grandma's pussy
and wonder at its size and workings.
One day, about 2:00 in the afternoon, I could hear a calf bleating
in the barn. Grandma was downstairs baking some pies. I slipped down the
back stairs and headed for the barn. The barn was built on three levels.
The lower level acted as a sub-basement in which were stalls for the
smaller calves. The upstairs and loft were for the other larger a****ls
and the hay and feed. I came into the main level and headed for the sound
of the bleating calf. Just above the sound, I stopped and peered through
the cracks in the floor. It was my first encounter with Grandpa's huge
cock. Grandpa lay naked in the hay with the calf on its side, his huge
cock pumping away at the calf's asshole. His cock, wet with his own and
the calves juices, glistened in the sunlight-bathed stall and accented the
hugeness of its dimensions. I watched him shoot his hot load into the calf
and stand to dry himself from his sweat and passion with a towel that lay
by his side. As he stood, drying himself, I realized what a huge man
Grandpa was. His gray body hair sparkled in the sunlight and his cock,
even though wilting after his cumming, still throbbed from his passion. I
wondered in amazement at how Grandma could ever take his hot cock and
continued to fantasize over the size of her vagina.
Around noon, of each day, Grandma prepared a pail dinner for
Grandpa and took it to him, whether he worked in the field or in the barn.
Often, she would be gone for an hour or more. One day, I waited until she
disappeared into the barn. I ran down the stairs and followed her. At the
entrance, I could hear some jumbled sounds to the rear, coming from the
loose hay stack. I climbed a ladder to the loft and crept along until I
stood just above the hay. There lay Grandpa and Grandma naked in the hay,
she, on her back with her legs raised in a V, he on top of her, driving his
hot, fat 12 inches into her cunt. From the sounds, it was evident that
they were both enjoying the moment immensely. The thought occurred to me
then that I would like to try Grandpa's cock in my ass sometime and began
to plan for just that from that point on. I watched these love sessions
almost daily. I also began to plan on seeing Grandma's cunt more closely.
Often, she would return to the house with the pail and continue with her
cooking and baking routines, or, sometimes, take a nap. If I were there,
she would often invite me to nap with her. As usual, I would take off all
my clothes and lay down next to her.
Once, when I thought she was asleep, I slid down in the bed and put
my head right next to her cunt. Her nightie had slid upward revealing her
gray hairs and slight paunch. I was still unable to fathom the size of her
cunt. On this particular day, the sweat and odor from their lovemaking
overtook my senses and I was determined to probe further into the mysteries
of grandma's cunt. I slid my small left hand towards her cunt and probed.
I soon found that, not only were my fingers receptive, but my whole fist.
I worked my fist into her hot, wet vagina until it disappeared. Since she
did not stir, I probed deeper. Before long, my fist and half of my arm
were deep in her cunt, sliding in and out in a fucking motion. Other than
a moan or two, she showed no signs of repulsing these thrusts. I continued
my fist fucking for over a 1/2 hour until I heard her moan and felt a large
discharge of fluid from her cunt washing my fist and arm. I knew that she
had come and withdrew my fist and arm and licked to taste its salinity. I
grabbed my cock with the same fist and, with a few jerks, shot all over my
belly. This nap session became a ritual after this and my fist fucking
continued for the entire summer, almost on a daily basis.
As the summer progressed, Grandpa would take me with him
everywhere. He seemed to like to have me beside him as he explained the
work that he loved and the style of life he and Grandma chose. Our
familiarity knew no bounds. If he had to defecate or urinate in the
fields, he did so without hesitancy or shame. I followed suit. Once we
were clearing a ravine behind the barns. Our bodies were drenched with
sweat and Grandpa took pause to sit down and take out a jug of water. We
drank and rested. During one of our pauses in conversation, Grandpa
remarked, "Wish Grandma were here right now," and patted the bulge in his
coveralls which was massive. My breathing stopped, so excited did I get
from staring at his crotch. "Want to see it?" he asked. With that, he
opened the front of his coveralls, revealing his naked belly, cock and
balls, all bathed in sweat. I couldn't resist and took hold of his massive
cock and dared to add, "Grandpa, maybe you could put it in me."
"Son, I'm afraid that would be too much for you," he responded.
"Give it a try Grandpa. I'll let you know if it hurts or not," I
added. With that, I stripped naked, shoes and all, and stood before him
sweating and breathing hard. He did the same. He dropped his coveralls,
took off his shoes, and, standing naked, began to work my asshole with his
fingers and spit. Five minutes of this and I exclaimed, "Grandpa, please;
I'm so hot; put it in me!"
I bent over a fallen tree trunk and Grandpa gently began his
insertion. First the head went in and he asked, "How does it feel?"
I urged him to go on. More went in and, even though I felt a tinge
of pain, I urged him to go on. As my asshole relaxed, his entire cock slid
in to its hilt and he began a slow fuck. "How does it feel now, baby?" he
half whispered.
"It's beginning to feel really good now Grandpa. Please fuck me
hard!" I exclaimed.
The rhythm increased as did Grandpa's moans. His thrust grew
stronger and all I could think of at the moment was Grandpa fucking the
calf, thinking how much the calf must have enjoyed it. His big ball sack
began thumping against mine and its cadence increased my passion. What's
more, Grandpa's strong hands on my shoulders and our hot sweat threw me
into a sexual frenzy and I cried aloud, "Oh Grandpa, fuck me hard. Shoot
your hot load into my ass!"
With that, I felt a strong surge of warmth fill my hole. Grandpa
cried, "Oh God. I'm cumming. Take it all baby. Aaiiegghhhh!" He
collapsed atop me as I lay across the tree and shuddered as his cum
continued to spurt deep inside me. Afterwards, we both fell atop our
clothes strewn on the ground and rested, his cock still inside me,
throbbing, his cum still oozing into my hot asshole. I shot my load at the
same time as Grandpa but caught it in my hand. I shared it with him as we
lay on the ground, gasping, moaning, loving.
After this episode, sleeping with Grandpa and Grandma became a
delight. Often, I would sleep with my ass towards him and he would tease
and then fuck my ass. As he fucked me, I faced Grandma and would fist fuck
her with my left hand as we lay in bed. Most nights, it led to orgasms for
all three of us: Grandpa in my ass, Grandma on my fist and hand, I, in my
right hand which stroked my cock as Grandpa fucked me. Hardly a whimper
was heard during these night orgies. The bed shook, naturally. But
everyone accepted the deception that the shaking was due to nothing but
restlessness.
When time came for me to return home, I cried. So did Grandpa and
Grandma. But the memories kept me going and, to this day, Grandpa and
Grandma yield nothing but fond and loving memories.
By
Jim Stanley
Chapter 10
Bernie and Me
I excused myself at the end of the pinochle game. "Goodnight everybody,"
was my exit cue, to which everyone responded, almost in unison, "Goodnight,
sleep well." I went up the stairs and immediately undressed, lying naked
beneath the covers, awaiting Bernie's warm body and his 10 inch hard cock.
I had no idea how much longer the game would continue and lay there
dry-mouthed anticipating all that would transpire between Bernie and me
that night. My cock stayed hard thinking of the possibilities. I imagined
him coming up the stairs, undressing, sliding naked between the covers, and
pressing his warm body and hard cock against me. At this point in my
reverie, I imagined him taking control. More, I wanted him to take control
and do with my body whatever he wanted. I sensed a certain freedom in
letting him take over, manipulating my every orifice to his own ends, at
the same time stimulating my sexual appetites over and over. I pictured
him ordering me to lick his entire body, beginning with his feet. I
imagined sucking each of his toes as if they were his cock, my tongue
searching out the inner recesses between his toes and sucking deeply the
ball of his foot, his arches, his heels. I tasted the salinity of the
sweat his feet produced from the confinement of his shoes. My tongue moved
ever upward, licking his calves, his thighs, the crevices of his groin. I
swallowed his two testicles whole, sucking them tenderly, alternating
between them and his 10" shaft, swollen with passion. My tongue continued
its forward movement towards his chest, his nipples, on which I nibbled,
half sucking, half biting. My tongue and lips find his mouth and nose and
eyes, our tongues entwining, sucking our tongues deeply into each other's
mouth. I see myself returning down Bernie's back to his asshole, dipping
my tongue deeply into his luscious hole, tasting his masculinity in its
fullest. As I continued in this fantasy, I heard, "What do you say we call
it quits for the night," words of my father. I also realized that I had
shot all over myself and the sheets unknowingly. But I knew there was more
to come and I feigned sleep awaiting my assignation to Bernie's will. I
must have dozed off. My next memory is of Bernie's body pressing against
my back, his hard 10" cock snugly wedged between my legs, massaging the
back of my testicles. "Are you awake, Stas?" he whispered.
"Yes, Bernie. What time is it? How long have you been in bed?" I
responded.
"About 15 minutes, Stas. I've been laying here admiring your hot
body ever since. Your Mom and Dad are already in bed. We all came up
together. I don't think they're asleep yet because I can hear them making
love together. I don't think we'll have any problem from them," he added.
I listened closely and could hear the bed springs creaking in my
parent's room, a sound I had heard often and come to relish. It was one of
those pleasant sounds associated with growing up that meant the beginning
of passionate love for them and myself. They would be devoured by their
love for one another and their sexual passion. I, in turn, would lay
naked, embracing my own passions. Sometimes, I would creep along the floor
into their bedroom to catch glimpses of their loving, rapt by the sounds of
lust emanating from their bodies. Orgasm came to them in these moments as
they would to me. Being young, my orgasms would continue through the
night, sometimes three and four cums before rising the next day. Then my
thoughts returned to Bernie. I resumed my earlier reverie and pleaded with
Bernie to take me. "Do with me what you will, Bernie. Please. My body is
yours," I whispered.
"Yes, it is Stas," came his answer, and, with that, roughly turned
me on my back. He rose above me, his legs straddling my chest and inserted
his hard 10" cock into my mouth and fucked. "Suck it hard, Stas. It's all
yours. We are going to have the fuck of our lives tonight. Suck, baby!
Take it!" he insisted, driving his hard cock rhythmically in and out of my
mouth. His left hand reached backward to grasp my cock and balls in this
passionate mouth fuck and stroked them firmly, pulling the skin from my
uncut cock far back, expelling the juices of pre cum from my hot pisshole.
This went on for about ten minutes, my body growing hotter by the moment.
Then he withdrew his cock and lay on his back, ordering me to straddle his
chest in a 69 position, my ass, balls and cock hovering above his face, and
continue sucking his hard cock. The juices poured from his cock and mine
as his tongue searched the crevices of my ball sack, my cock, and my
asshole. I desperately wanted his cum but he withheld, saying, "Go slow
now Stas. I don't want to cum yet." We continued this way for some 20
minutes. He commanded, "Stas, stop the sucking and sit on my hard cock,
facing me." I obeyed, turned, and sat on his cock pole, the 10" driving
deep into my hot asshole. I rode it deliriously, Bernie, at the same time,
stroking my hard cock as it flapped against his belly. He commanded anew,
"Now, turn around again and suck my hot cock. Taste your hot asshole." I
turned again to do his bidding, he, again, searching out my cock and balls
and, especially, my hot asshole which his hot cock just finished fucking.
He moaned with pleasure as he tasted the juices from my hot ass. Then he
roughly turned me onto my stomach and drove his hot cock into it. He
fucked me wildly and deeply, each thrust seeming to go deeper and deeper,
each thrust honing my prostate to new levels of exquisite joy. The bed and
springs jumped with each thrust and I wondered if my parents listened to
these proceedings as I had theirs. At this point of passion, however,
neither one of us cared. Just before he came, he withdrew, turned me over
and clumsily but passionately shoved his cock towards my face and shot. My
mouth reached for his love juice, most of it squirting to the back of my
throat, some of it splattering over my face, nose, chin and eyes. Then he
jammed his hot cock into my throat, wrapped his legs around my head as if
in a head lock, turned me and his body on the side and continued a slow
mouth fuck. Then he rested. His cock continued to throb and leak its
juices into my throat as we lay there, sweating, panting, and, I, still
lusting. We must have slept. I awoke first. Bernie lay diagonally across
the bed, his cock resting gently on his inner thigh, still wet and still
oozing the juices of his passion. He slept. I rose over him to suck up
the last drops of his cum and turned him on his side, spoon position and
lay at his back in a 69 position. My head met his asshole and I sucked it
deeply, letting my tongue dip in and out of his pink and loose hole. His
feet arced backward and I interspersed my tongue bath of his asshole with
sucking his cock and balls which protruded backward through his closed
legs. His feet lay folded near his cock and balls and I licked their soles
with gusto. My tongue and mouth sucked the balls of his feet, his heels,
his ankles, searching between the crevices of his toes for some aroma of
sweat to heighten my passion. I loved this way for over an hour. My cock
throbbed in pain. I turned to a spoon position now and inserted my cock
into Bernie's wet asshole, moistened by my continuous probing with my hot
mouth and tongue. After 10 minutes of slow fucking, Bernie woke. "Stas,"
he said, "you've got to do better than that. I want your cock deep in me
with all your hot cum." With that, he rose and knelt on the side of the
bed, his ass pointed outward, his asshole relaxed and puckered awaiting the
thrust of my cock. "Fuck me hard, Stas. Fuck me hard and deep. Hurt me
and fuck me," he ordered. I stood behind him and drove my 6-1/2"
uncircumsized cock into his moist asshole. Each thrust was wilder than the
previous. I held on to his shoulders with my left hand for added thrust
and depth, my right hand grasping his balls and cock from behind and
fucking deliriously. I came not once but four times in his hot ass, each
time kneeling behind to suck my cum as it dribbled from his asshole. Then
we lay side by side and slept for another hour or so. But the night
continued the way it began, he fucking me and I fucking him. The early
morning came and went until I realized that it was almost 10 A.M. We must
have slept through my parent's waking and passing through my bedroom on the
way down to the kitchen. Since Bernie and I both lay naked, I'm not sure
what they saw or thought. But nothing was ever said or mentioned, and,
since then, Bernie and I have repeated our passionate orgies many times.
Chapter 11
Grandpa and Grandma
The two most lovable people on earth were my grandfather and grandmother on
my mother's side. Unfortunately, they lived on a farm in another state and
I didn't get to see them very often. In the summer, however, when I was 10
or 11, my mother would often pack me off to stay with them for several
weeks and, sometimes, for the whole summer. Grandpa was a big burly man,
gray haired, red faced, large bodied, and loving. Grandma, too, was large.
At age 11, she seemed even bigger, her lap offering a warm welcome at all
times. They were both in their 80's at the time, still active, still
buoyant with personality, warmth, and love. Grandpa, too, seemed well
endowed. A large bulge was the first thing I noticed when he wore his
usual blue denim work coveralls. I verified this soon after arriving.
Daily, after a hard days work in the fields and the barn, he would come in
and ask Grandma to get the water ready for his bath. She would fill the
tub with the hot water, add cold to get it to a comfortable temperature and
have Grandpa get in. From the beginning, they would have me get in the
tub, too, and we would play. He noticed immediately that I was fascinated
with his large cock and balls that were buried in a forest of gray hair
which flowed from his chest and belly down to his asshole. And best of all,
he would let me play with it, saying jokingly, "Watch out, it'll bite you."
When it got hard, it stood a good 12 inches long with a girth of about 7 or
8 inches. When it got hard like that, he would often add, "Your Grandma
likes it the best." Then I began to wonder and fantasize over Grandma's
cunt and size, wondering how anyone could receive such a large cock.
Grandma, at these times, would bathe both of us, giving all of her
attention to our backs and feet. The nicest part of my stay with Grandpa
and Grandma was sleeping in the same bed with them. Grandpa always slept
in the nude as did I. Grandma wore a loose night shirt with nothing
underneath. It was here I found additional warmth and security, bound on
two sides by their warm bodies, basking in the sensuous smells emanating
from their pores and crevices. I got to see Grandpa's cock hard often.
And I would slide down low in the bed to get glimpses of Grandma's pussy
and wonder at its size and workings.
One day, about 2:00 in the afternoon, I could hear a calf bleating
in the barn. Grandma was downstairs baking some pies. I slipped down the
back stairs and headed for the barn. The barn was built on three levels.
The lower level acted as a sub-basement in which were stalls for the
smaller calves. The upstairs and loft were for the other larger a****ls
and the hay and feed. I came into the main level and headed for the sound
of the bleating calf. Just above the sound, I stopped and peered through
the cracks in the floor. It was my first encounter with Grandpa's huge
cock. Grandpa lay naked in the hay with the calf on its side, his huge
cock pumping away at the calf's asshole. His cock, wet with his own and
the calves juices, glistened in the sunlight-bathed stall and accented the
hugeness of its dimensions. I watched him shoot his hot load into the calf
and stand to dry himself from his sweat and passion with a towel that lay
by his side. As he stood, drying himself, I realized what a huge man
Grandpa was. His gray body hair sparkled in the sunlight and his cock,
even though wilting after his cumming, still throbbed from his passion. I
wondered in amazement at how Grandma could ever take his hot cock and
continued to fantasize over the size of her vagina.
Around noon, of each day, Grandma prepared a pail dinner for
Grandpa and took it to him, whether he worked in the field or in the barn.
Often, she would be gone for an hour or more. One day, I waited until she
disappeared into the barn. I ran down the stairs and followed her. At the
entrance, I could hear some jumbled sounds to the rear, coming from the
loose hay stack. I climbed a ladder to the loft and crept along until I
stood just above the hay. There lay Grandpa and Grandma naked in the hay,
she, on her back with her legs raised in a V, he on top of her, driving his
hot, fat 12 inches into her cunt. From the sounds, it was evident that
they were both enjoying the moment immensely. The thought occurred to me
then that I would like to try Grandpa's cock in my ass sometime and began
to plan for just that from that point on. I watched these love sessions
almost daily. I also began to plan on seeing Grandma's cunt more closely.
Often, she would return to the house with the pail and continue with her
cooking and baking routines, or, sometimes, take a nap. If I were there,
she would often invite me to nap with her. As usual, I would take off all
my clothes and lay down next to her.
Once, when I thought she was asleep, I slid down in the bed and put
my head right next to her cunt. Her nightie had slid upward revealing her
gray hairs and slight paunch. I was still unable to fathom the size of her
cunt. On this particular day, the sweat and odor from their lovemaking
overtook my senses and I was determined to probe further into the mysteries
of grandma's cunt. I slid my small left hand towards her cunt and probed.
I soon found that, not only were my fingers receptive, but my whole fist.
I worked my fist into her hot, wet vagina until it disappeared. Since she
did not stir, I probed deeper. Before long, my fist and half of my arm
were deep in her cunt, sliding in and out in a fucking motion. Other than
a moan or two, she showed no signs of repulsing these thrusts. I continued
my fist fucking for over a 1/2 hour until I heard her moan and felt a large
discharge of fluid from her cunt washing my fist and arm. I knew that she
had come and withdrew my fist and arm and licked to taste its salinity. I
grabbed my cock with the same fist and, with a few jerks, shot all over my
belly. This nap session became a ritual after this and my fist fucking
continued for the entire summer, almost on a daily basis.
As the summer progressed, Grandpa would take me with him
everywhere. He seemed to like to have me beside him as he explained the
work that he loved and the style of life he and Grandma chose. Our
familiarity knew no bounds. If he had to defecate or urinate in the
fields, he did so without hesitancy or shame. I followed suit. Once we
were clearing a ravine behind the barns. Our bodies were drenched with
sweat and Grandpa took pause to sit down and take out a jug of water. We
drank and rested. During one of our pauses in conversation, Grandpa
remarked, "Wish Grandma were here right now," and patted the bulge in his
coveralls which was massive. My breathing stopped, so excited did I get
from staring at his crotch. "Want to see it?" he asked. With that, he
opened the front of his coveralls, revealing his naked belly, cock and
balls, all bathed in sweat. I couldn't resist and took hold of his massive
cock and dared to add, "Grandpa, maybe you could put it in me."
"Son, I'm afraid that would be too much for you," he responded.
"Give it a try Grandpa. I'll let you know if it hurts or not," I
added. With that, I stripped naked, shoes and all, and stood before him
sweating and breathing hard. He did the same. He dropped his coveralls,
took off his shoes, and, standing naked, began to work my asshole with his
fingers and spit. Five minutes of this and I exclaimed, "Grandpa, please;
I'm so hot; put it in me!"
I bent over a fallen tree trunk and Grandpa gently began his
insertion. First the head went in and he asked, "How does it feel?"
I urged him to go on. More went in and, even though I felt a tinge
of pain, I urged him to go on. As my asshole relaxed, his entire cock slid
in to its hilt and he began a slow fuck. "How does it feel now, baby?" he
half whispered.
"It's beginning to feel really good now Grandpa. Please fuck me
hard!" I exclaimed.
The rhythm increased as did Grandpa's moans. His thrust grew
stronger and all I could think of at the moment was Grandpa fucking the
calf, thinking how much the calf must have enjoyed it. His big ball sack
began thumping against mine and its cadence increased my passion. What's
more, Grandpa's strong hands on my shoulders and our hot sweat threw me
into a sexual frenzy and I cried aloud, "Oh Grandpa, fuck me hard. Shoot
your hot load into my ass!"
With that, I felt a strong surge of warmth fill my hole. Grandpa
cried, "Oh God. I'm cumming. Take it all baby. Aaiiegghhhh!" He
collapsed atop me as I lay across the tree and shuddered as his cum
continued to spurt deep inside me. Afterwards, we both fell atop our
clothes strewn on the ground and rested, his cock still inside me,
throbbing, his cum still oozing into my hot asshole. I shot my load at the
same time as Grandpa but caught it in my hand. I shared it with him as we
lay on the ground, gasping, moaning, loving.
After this episode, sleeping with Grandpa and Grandma became a
delight. Often, I would sleep with my ass towards him and he would tease
and then fuck my ass. As he fucked me, I faced Grandma and would fist fuck
her with my left hand as we lay in bed. Most nights, it led to orgasms for
all three of us: Grandpa in my ass, Grandma on my fist and hand, I, in my
right hand which stroked my cock as Grandpa fucked me. Hardly a whimper
was heard during these night orgies. The bed shook, naturally. But
everyone accepted the deception that the shaking was due to nothing but
restlessness.
When time came for me to return home, I cried. So did Grandpa and
Grandma. But the memories kept me going and, to this day, Grandpa and
Grandma yield nothing but fond and loving memories.
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