Kimmy and Grandpa Part 1 an erotic fantasy
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You just sat there for a minute or so with your eyes closed, your long dark hair dr****g your shoulders, and your breathing slowed. The moon was shining through where the d****s met, and its light fell on your sweet young body. I just looked at you in amazement, staying away from what we were doing in my mind, just enjoying these moments, wherever they took us. A smile finally came over your face and you opened your eyes to look down on me.
“Hi Grandpa…” you whispered, then fell on the bed beside me. I caressed your shoulders, your arms, feeling your youthful skin in my hands.
“You feel amazing, Stacey… my beautiful girl…” was all that I could say. You moved closer, and pressed your tight little body against mine. Your panties were still on, I could feel that, but you slid your hand down and started to caress my cock. You looked in my eyes.
“That felt so good… I’ve never felt like that before. I want you to teach me, grandpa. Teach me what to do. Do you ever feel like that? Does that happen to you, too?”
I smiled at you. “Yes, I do.”
“Is it down here that you feel it?” Your hand was caressing my cock, which had grown hard and long. You pulled the covers down to look. “Grandpa, that’s so cool. What do I do?”
“Just do what you’re doing, Stacey. Just hold grandpa’s cock with both hands, and give it a nice massage. Grandpa loves it.” It felt so good, your little hands on my cock, I hadn’t felt this way for years.
“There’s that stuff again. What do you call it?”
“You call that precum, Stacey, because it comes out first, when people are getting excited, it lubricates things, makes them slippery.”
“Makes what slippery, grandpa, my hand?” You were really getting good at handling my cock, I was so turned on that nothing could stop our lovemaking.
“Did your mother tell you about the birds and the bees? About sex?”
“Uhh, a little, but I know some stuff. I saw my Daddy’s thing once. We took a shower together, and he was washing me, and I wanted to wash him. I put soap on his thing, and it got like this too.”
“Really?” I asked, amazed to hear that story. I could tell that you were entranced by what you were looking at, what you were touching. I rand my hand over your upper leg, and to your inner thigh.
“Yeah, but he was embarrassed, he made me stop. I never took a shower with him again, it seemed like he thought that was bad.”
“Well, have you ever touched yourself here?” I slid my hand down to your little cunny, and stroked it with my finger. You shuddered, and gripped my cock tighter.
“Oh grandpa, that feels so good…” you said, still stroking my hard cock, but closing your eyes and spreading your legs apart for me. I could feel that you were very wet, and I pressed the end of my finger inside, splitting your peach open slightly. “Ooooh… grandpa…” you said.
I withdrew my finger, and lay on my back, watching your face. I brought the finger to my mouth and spread your essence on my lips.
“Grandpa! What are you doing?” you said, shocked.
“Shhh… you taste wonderful. Here, kiss me on the lips, you can taste yourself too.” You leaned over and laughed. You approached my face, then pulled back.
“Really?” you asked.
“Yess…” I answered, and pulled you down, our lips meeting. You hung there for a minute, I could tell you were getting the taste.
“Mmmmm…” you said. You looked into my eyes. “It does taste good. You too. You taste like gum.” We both laughed, then you pressed your lips against mine again. You were now laying against me, and my hard cock was between us. No longer was your hand massaging me, but your leg, pushed tight up against my cock, the tip of it rubbing against your tummy. I was so turned on at this point, I put my hands on your head and kissed you deep, and I pushed my tongue into your mouth. I could tell I was going to cum, and I pulled you tightly to my shoulder, and kissed your hair as I felt my cum release out over our bodies together. You were quietly experiencing the flood of your grandpa’s semen over your body. Instinctually, you held me as I had the longest climax I could remember, in the arms of my granddaughter Stacey.
I woke in the morning, your naked body d****d over mine, and you were still sleeping, of course. I was on my back, and I moved up slightly to elevate my head. You moved around a bit in your slumber, and moaned a little, but did not wake.
I took in the sight of your body, following the smooth skin of your back down to your little butt, the backs of your thighs. My cock stirred a bit, and I thought, Well, we’ve come long ways in our relationship over the past 24 hours. One side of me saw a curious c***d, ripe with hormones, and the other side of me was my unleashed sex drive, which had been dormant for some years now for the most part, other than me releasing myself to some porn, or some thoughts from the past at night upon passing out to sleep. You had revived something in me, something wild, something passionate, something I hadn’t felt for a long time.
I reached down to move your hair out of the way, so that I could see your sweet sleeping face lying on my chest. Your silky hair felt silky, wonderful in my hands. I looked at where our bodies intersected, where you lay naked upon me, my cock visible on my belly, but resting against your midsection, becoming aroused. I softly caressed you in your sleep, your arms, tracing the curves of your body with my fingers.
I looked at you in a way I hadn’t dared before, and you replaced all the feelings of getting old, inadequacy, the fears of performance. It was better to leave all that alone, I said to myself often. Too much explaining, too much disappointment. I had turned inward with my sexuality, my wife didn’t seem to care to try, and neither did I, I supposed. I was attracted to younger women sexually, but they generally saw me as a nice older man to whom they could confide. A lot of good that did me, other than feeding my mind alone at night with a hard, turgid, restless cock. And even if I was interested in stepping out on my wife with another woman, age-appropriateness meant popcorn and a movie with a friend, not a love affair. But what else do you do when you’re 63 years old and haven’t been intimate with your wife for years?
In regards to you, I was definitely content being a person who loved and cared for you, looked out for you, and enjoyed your company in every way except the way we were enjoying each other’s company right now. I could remember the times your friends came with you, and one girl who had a rather provocative way of looking at me. She spent the night here with you and me, and I recalled being in the shower, noticing the door slightly open, and a face looking through at me. I pretended not to see her, but played things up, opening the door to get something, allowing my cock to dangle in plain sight for her to see. You want to see it, I don’t mind showing it to you, I had said silently, in my mind to her. I made a good show of soaping up my cock in her view, allowing it to get hard to my touch. I actually started to masturbate myself so that she could see, soaping up my cock and my balls. I got close to coming, but when I looked up to cautiously see if she was still spying, her face had disappeared from the door. Wow, I thought. It was something that I thought I should have felt ashamed of, but did not. I imagined your friend below me as I completed pleasuring myself, thinking of that cum flowing onto her face.
You started to stir, moving around in the bed. You opened your eyes and looked up at me.
“Hi, Grandpa,” you said in a voice heavy still with sleep. I pulled you to myself and hugged you, and you used your hands to reciprocate. I ran my hand over your butt, squeezing your softness. You started to groan.
“Grandpa, that was so nice last night. Thank you for not sending me out, for playing along with me. I’ve wanted to do this, but I was afraid.”
I pulled you closer and my penis started to stir, and get hard. You noticed that, and looked down.
“Wow. Oh my god Grandpa. It’s so big.” You were entranced by my swelling cock. You instinctively put your hand on it and started to play with it.
“Put your mouth on it again,” I commanded you. You moved down to where you could look at it up close, and you rubbed it on your face.
“I like that precum stuff,” you said, and licked the tip of my cock.
“Put it in your mouth, Stacey.”
“It’s so big, grandpa. I don’t know if I can.”
“Just try, see how much you can take in.” I put my hand on the back of your head and encouraged you to fit the hardening flesh into your mouth. You put your lips over it, and it felt exquisite. “Be careful of your teeth, baby,” I instructed you, as I forced my cock into your mouth deeper. You gagged, but did not try to let go. I was getting very turned on, and very comfortable telling my young granddaughter what to do.
“Hold my balls with your hand while you do that,” I said, and you softly played with them. “Oh my god, that feels so good.” I already started to feel the sensation below my cock and above my balls, the intensity deepened. But I knew I needed to stop you if we were going to keep playing for a while.
“Okay, hold on baby. Grandpa needs you to stop, if you don’t I’ll come in your mouth soon, and grandpa can’t do it over and over again like you can. I’m older, and things slow down, Stacey.” You were like a fanatic though, and didn’t want to stop. You pulled off my cock and looked at it long, like you were drunk on my cock.
“I want that grandpa, I want to taste all of that. I want you to come in my mouth, I want all of it.”
I pulled you away, and up to my mouth. I kissed you, and could taste my cock in my mouth. I looked into your eyes, and I saw only little girl lust, the face of a little girl who had just started to experience the journey of i****t with her grandpa, and wasn’t ready to stop.
And I wasn’t any better, I was so taken by you that I didn’t care. Put me in jail for the rest of my life, this is worth it, I thought. I focused on that lusting, intoxicated face and spoke to you. “It’s grandpa’s turn to taste you, Stacey.
I moved myself down to where I could see your little pussy. It was already wet, and my cum had crusted to your belly. I licked that, took it in my mouth.
“That’s my cum from last night,” I said. “It tastes good to me too.”
You surged in your lust, and your pussy got even more wet. I spread your pussy lips apart and licked you there. You shuddered at my tongue’s touch. I touched the softness of your inner thighs, and let my face rub you there, kissing that softest part of your body. You arched your back in response. I pushed your legs up, revealing your little cunny and your butthole. I looked up at you, your eyes were closed, waiting for grandpa to do magic to your p*****n body. I touched my tongue to your pussy again, kissed you down there like it was your face, and then allowed my tongue to press against your little anus. I couldn’t believe I was putting my mouth on my 12-year-old granddaughter’s darkest place…
“Grandpa, that tickles…” you said as I pressed my tongue against your tiny, tight butthole. I stopped.
“Do you want me to stop doing this?” I asked.
“Oh no, keep doing that it feels sooooo goooood...” you stretched your back with your eyes closed. I looked at your chest, and wanted to worship at your little titties.
“How about this?” I pressed a finger against your sphincter and pressed in. You gasped, and lolled your head. I moved up and faced you evenly, and we kissed deeply. I kissed your lips, your cheeks, your eyes, your ears. Slowly, coyly. I found your hand and led it to my cock. You slipped your hand around it, exploring. I was leaning against you, my cock rubbing over your mons, and I put my lips near your ear.
“Lead me inside you,” I whispered. I knew that since I had been given a vasectomy years ago, I didn’t need to worry about giving you a baby. And I couldn’t believe I was going to be the one to enter you for the first time, the first man to slide a cock between your labia, to pop you like a bottle of champagne.
You slid your hand carefully up and down on my cock, and I could see that with your other hand you were making your pussy very wet. I could feel you with my finger, which was gently massaging the inside of your anus. You brought my penis close to your vagina, and gently pushed the head of my cock into your slippery, wet pussy. You started to look a little scared.
“What’s wrong? I asked.
“Is this going to hurt?” you asked.
“Sweetie, there will be many good things in life that will hurt for a moment, but open up feelings that you never felt before.”
“Okay, Grandpa, will you hold me close and tight?”
“Yes,” I whispered in your ear, as I pulled you closer, feeling the tension increase down there, until I pressed through and broke in. You winced, but then looked up at me as I slid my hard cock into your wet little cunt. You gasped and swooned, it was as if I had a drunk c***d in my hands. Then you started to move your hips faster, up and down over my cock with your slippery pussy. Your breathing got heavier.
I couldn’t believe I was looking into the climaxing face of my granddaughter while I had my cock way up inside her little pussy. It was overwhelming, and I could feel the release inside me, that flowed in jets up to splash your cervix. It lasted what seemed like hours, me cumming like I hadn’t in years. I was as much of a virgin as you were at that moment.
“Hi Grandpa…” you whispered, then fell on the bed beside me. I caressed your shoulders, your arms, feeling your youthful skin in my hands.
“You feel amazing, Stacey… my beautiful girl…” was all that I could say. You moved closer, and pressed your tight little body against mine. Your panties were still on, I could feel that, but you slid your hand down and started to caress my cock. You looked in my eyes.
“That felt so good… I’ve never felt like that before. I want you to teach me, grandpa. Teach me what to do. Do you ever feel like that? Does that happen to you, too?”
I smiled at you. “Yes, I do.”
“Is it down here that you feel it?” Your hand was caressing my cock, which had grown hard and long. You pulled the covers down to look. “Grandpa, that’s so cool. What do I do?”
“Just do what you’re doing, Stacey. Just hold grandpa’s cock with both hands, and give it a nice massage. Grandpa loves it.” It felt so good, your little hands on my cock, I hadn’t felt this way for years.
“There’s that stuff again. What do you call it?”
“You call that precum, Stacey, because it comes out first, when people are getting excited, it lubricates things, makes them slippery.”
“Makes what slippery, grandpa, my hand?” You were really getting good at handling my cock, I was so turned on that nothing could stop our lovemaking.
“Did your mother tell you about the birds and the bees? About sex?”
“Uhh, a little, but I know some stuff. I saw my Daddy’s thing once. We took a shower together, and he was washing me, and I wanted to wash him. I put soap on his thing, and it got like this too.”
“Really?” I asked, amazed to hear that story. I could tell that you were entranced by what you were looking at, what you were touching. I rand my hand over your upper leg, and to your inner thigh.
“Yeah, but he was embarrassed, he made me stop. I never took a shower with him again, it seemed like he thought that was bad.”
“Well, have you ever touched yourself here?” I slid my hand down to your little cunny, and stroked it with my finger. You shuddered, and gripped my cock tighter.
“Oh grandpa, that feels so good…” you said, still stroking my hard cock, but closing your eyes and spreading your legs apart for me. I could feel that you were very wet, and I pressed the end of my finger inside, splitting your peach open slightly. “Ooooh… grandpa…” you said.
I withdrew my finger, and lay on my back, watching your face. I brought the finger to my mouth and spread your essence on my lips.
“Grandpa! What are you doing?” you said, shocked.
“Shhh… you taste wonderful. Here, kiss me on the lips, you can taste yourself too.” You leaned over and laughed. You approached my face, then pulled back.
“Really?” you asked.
“Yess…” I answered, and pulled you down, our lips meeting. You hung there for a minute, I could tell you were getting the taste.
“Mmmmm…” you said. You looked into my eyes. “It does taste good. You too. You taste like gum.” We both laughed, then you pressed your lips against mine again. You were now laying against me, and my hard cock was between us. No longer was your hand massaging me, but your leg, pushed tight up against my cock, the tip of it rubbing against your tummy. I was so turned on at this point, I put my hands on your head and kissed you deep, and I pushed my tongue into your mouth. I could tell I was going to cum, and I pulled you tightly to my shoulder, and kissed your hair as I felt my cum release out over our bodies together. You were quietly experiencing the flood of your grandpa’s semen over your body. Instinctually, you held me as I had the longest climax I could remember, in the arms of my granddaughter Stacey.
I woke in the morning, your naked body d****d over mine, and you were still sleeping, of course. I was on my back, and I moved up slightly to elevate my head. You moved around a bit in your slumber, and moaned a little, but did not wake.
I took in the sight of your body, following the smooth skin of your back down to your little butt, the backs of your thighs. My cock stirred a bit, and I thought, Well, we’ve come long ways in our relationship over the past 24 hours. One side of me saw a curious c***d, ripe with hormones, and the other side of me was my unleashed sex drive, which had been dormant for some years now for the most part, other than me releasing myself to some porn, or some thoughts from the past at night upon passing out to sleep. You had revived something in me, something wild, something passionate, something I hadn’t felt for a long time.
I reached down to move your hair out of the way, so that I could see your sweet sleeping face lying on my chest. Your silky hair felt silky, wonderful in my hands. I looked at where our bodies intersected, where you lay naked upon me, my cock visible on my belly, but resting against your midsection, becoming aroused. I softly caressed you in your sleep, your arms, tracing the curves of your body with my fingers.
I looked at you in a way I hadn’t dared before, and you replaced all the feelings of getting old, inadequacy, the fears of performance. It was better to leave all that alone, I said to myself often. Too much explaining, too much disappointment. I had turned inward with my sexuality, my wife didn’t seem to care to try, and neither did I, I supposed. I was attracted to younger women sexually, but they generally saw me as a nice older man to whom they could confide. A lot of good that did me, other than feeding my mind alone at night with a hard, turgid, restless cock. And even if I was interested in stepping out on my wife with another woman, age-appropriateness meant popcorn and a movie with a friend, not a love affair. But what else do you do when you’re 63 years old and haven’t been intimate with your wife for years?
In regards to you, I was definitely content being a person who loved and cared for you, looked out for you, and enjoyed your company in every way except the way we were enjoying each other’s company right now. I could remember the times your friends came with you, and one girl who had a rather provocative way of looking at me. She spent the night here with you and me, and I recalled being in the shower, noticing the door slightly open, and a face looking through at me. I pretended not to see her, but played things up, opening the door to get something, allowing my cock to dangle in plain sight for her to see. You want to see it, I don’t mind showing it to you, I had said silently, in my mind to her. I made a good show of soaping up my cock in her view, allowing it to get hard to my touch. I actually started to masturbate myself so that she could see, soaping up my cock and my balls. I got close to coming, but when I looked up to cautiously see if she was still spying, her face had disappeared from the door. Wow, I thought. It was something that I thought I should have felt ashamed of, but did not. I imagined your friend below me as I completed pleasuring myself, thinking of that cum flowing onto her face.
You started to stir, moving around in the bed. You opened your eyes and looked up at me.
“Hi, Grandpa,” you said in a voice heavy still with sleep. I pulled you to myself and hugged you, and you used your hands to reciprocate. I ran my hand over your butt, squeezing your softness. You started to groan.
“Grandpa, that was so nice last night. Thank you for not sending me out, for playing along with me. I’ve wanted to do this, but I was afraid.”
I pulled you closer and my penis started to stir, and get hard. You noticed that, and looked down.
“Wow. Oh my god Grandpa. It’s so big.” You were entranced by my swelling cock. You instinctively put your hand on it and started to play with it.
“Put your mouth on it again,” I commanded you. You moved down to where you could look at it up close, and you rubbed it on your face.
“I like that precum stuff,” you said, and licked the tip of my cock.
“Put it in your mouth, Stacey.”
“It’s so big, grandpa. I don’t know if I can.”
“Just try, see how much you can take in.” I put my hand on the back of your head and encouraged you to fit the hardening flesh into your mouth. You put your lips over it, and it felt exquisite. “Be careful of your teeth, baby,” I instructed you, as I forced my cock into your mouth deeper. You gagged, but did not try to let go. I was getting very turned on, and very comfortable telling my young granddaughter what to do.
“Hold my balls with your hand while you do that,” I said, and you softly played with them. “Oh my god, that feels so good.” I already started to feel the sensation below my cock and above my balls, the intensity deepened. But I knew I needed to stop you if we were going to keep playing for a while.
“Okay, hold on baby. Grandpa needs you to stop, if you don’t I’ll come in your mouth soon, and grandpa can’t do it over and over again like you can. I’m older, and things slow down, Stacey.” You were like a fanatic though, and didn’t want to stop. You pulled off my cock and looked at it long, like you were drunk on my cock.
“I want that grandpa, I want to taste all of that. I want you to come in my mouth, I want all of it.”
I pulled you away, and up to my mouth. I kissed you, and could taste my cock in my mouth. I looked into your eyes, and I saw only little girl lust, the face of a little girl who had just started to experience the journey of i****t with her grandpa, and wasn’t ready to stop.
And I wasn’t any better, I was so taken by you that I didn’t care. Put me in jail for the rest of my life, this is worth it, I thought. I focused on that lusting, intoxicated face and spoke to you. “It’s grandpa’s turn to taste you, Stacey.
I moved myself down to where I could see your little pussy. It was already wet, and my cum had crusted to your belly. I licked that, took it in my mouth.
“That’s my cum from last night,” I said. “It tastes good to me too.”
You surged in your lust, and your pussy got even more wet. I spread your pussy lips apart and licked you there. You shuddered at my tongue’s touch. I touched the softness of your inner thighs, and let my face rub you there, kissing that softest part of your body. You arched your back in response. I pushed your legs up, revealing your little cunny and your butthole. I looked up at you, your eyes were closed, waiting for grandpa to do magic to your p*****n body. I touched my tongue to your pussy again, kissed you down there like it was your face, and then allowed my tongue to press against your little anus. I couldn’t believe I was putting my mouth on my 12-year-old granddaughter’s darkest place…
“Grandpa, that tickles…” you said as I pressed my tongue against your tiny, tight butthole. I stopped.
“Do you want me to stop doing this?” I asked.
“Oh no, keep doing that it feels sooooo goooood...” you stretched your back with your eyes closed. I looked at your chest, and wanted to worship at your little titties.
“How about this?” I pressed a finger against your sphincter and pressed in. You gasped, and lolled your head. I moved up and faced you evenly, and we kissed deeply. I kissed your lips, your cheeks, your eyes, your ears. Slowly, coyly. I found your hand and led it to my cock. You slipped your hand around it, exploring. I was leaning against you, my cock rubbing over your mons, and I put my lips near your ear.
“Lead me inside you,” I whispered. I knew that since I had been given a vasectomy years ago, I didn’t need to worry about giving you a baby. And I couldn’t believe I was going to be the one to enter you for the first time, the first man to slide a cock between your labia, to pop you like a bottle of champagne.
You slid your hand carefully up and down on my cock, and I could see that with your other hand you were making your pussy very wet. I could feel you with my finger, which was gently massaging the inside of your anus. You brought my penis close to your vagina, and gently pushed the head of my cock into your slippery, wet pussy. You started to look a little scared.
“What’s wrong? I asked.
“Is this going to hurt?” you asked.
“Sweetie, there will be many good things in life that will hurt for a moment, but open up feelings that you never felt before.”
“Okay, Grandpa, will you hold me close and tight?”
“Yes,” I whispered in your ear, as I pulled you closer, feeling the tension increase down there, until I pressed through and broke in. You winced, but then looked up at me as I slid my hard cock into your wet little cunt. You gasped and swooned, it was as if I had a drunk c***d in my hands. Then you started to move your hips faster, up and down over my cock with your slippery pussy. Your breathing got heavier.
I couldn’t believe I was looking into the climaxing face of my granddaughter while I had my cock way up inside her little pussy. It was overwhelming, and I could feel the release inside me, that flowed in jets up to splash your cervix. It lasted what seemed like hours, me cumming like I hadn’t in years. I was as much of a virgin as you were at that moment.
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