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Mamaw walked out on Papaw recently. Nobody in the family saw it coming. We tried to figure it out, but none of us could put together as to why she did. It was very unexpected.
Little did I know that my role as the only granddaughter would fill Mamaw’s void. I thought checking in on Papaw would be enough. Every day, after school, I would drive to Papaw’s house to make sure he was okay. After all, he was seventy years old and all alone now, so I figured having family near him once in a while would be good.
I looked forward to seeing Papaw every day. One would think that at eighteen, I would not have wanted to do so that often; that I would have wanted to hang out with my friends. I still did so often enough, but Papaw meant the world to me and even more so now because we share a bond I never expected to happen. I've never told anyone about it. Papaw keeps it just as quiet. No one needs to know but me and him.
The decision to show Papaw "my pretty," as he so affectionately calls it, was all mine. It did not take me long to see just how much he had been hurting sexually. Through all my visits, it only took me less than a month to see he was frustrated. I could tell he needed release. And with Mamaw gone to God only knows where, it was either his hand or me.
I chose me.
I knew Papaw did not have enough nerve to please himself anyway. He was old-fashioned. His beliefs were still stuck in the era as to when he first met Mamaw. Then, a man and a woman pleased each other. There was no stimulating of oneself. Or if there was, it was most certainly not talked about. Granddaddy came from a time when guys were told they would go blind if they did.
If that was true, and I was a guy, I would already be blind, or at least my eyesight would be dimming. I am pretty sure that two years of making myself wet at least once a week would qualify! However, that was beside the point. It was Papaw making me wet now.
I knew the moment that first time between Papaw and me was going to happen. It was a Friday and a home football game, so I had worn my cheerleading uniform to school. I had shaved my legs for the occasion and since I had the razor out, well, my normally hidden region, also. My tanned smooth legs showed nicely jutting out from underneath the uniform skirt. The uniform top, emblazoned with my high school's initials, overlapped my small perky protruding breasts tightly, forming a tight mound that showed my exact bust size. I wore the top one size smaller than normal. I had to wear it that way; otherwise the high school would have had to have one tailor made to fit my slim frame. So, I saved them money, and showed my small assets equally through the top prominently on game days.
Papaw was standing beside his flower bed, topless, his hands all caked with dirt from having planted more new ones as I drove into the driveway. As my hand placed my car's shifter in park, I sat there and stared at my Papaw's half naked body. I could not believe how well-built Papaw was. He had muscles that rivaled the football players for which I cheered. Round and tight, Papaw's muscles bulged flawlessly as he flexed his arms. The beads of sweat dribbled down his broad chest and pectorals, flowing over his hard nipples. I could even see the droplets on the ends of his chest hairs glisten. For seventy years old, Papaw was in remarkable shape and making my body turn on the sexual waterworks.
I opened the door of my car and as I stepped out, I felt the moisture creep out of my tender God- given notch. I stood still a moment before I closed the door because if I had moved, my personal river would have flooded the cheer panties I was wearing. I did not mind a little leaking, but I could not handle my own monsoon. Not yet anyway and definitely not in Papaw's driveway. When I gained control, I closed the door to my car and started walking to my Papaw.
When I took my strides toward Papaw, I literally felt my personally divided chasm slide back and forth against itself. Both lipped sides ground slickly together as my legs took me closer to my half-clothed Papaw. It was the first time ever that a member of my own family made me wet.
"Hi Papaw," I said as I neared him.
He turned, smiled and said, "Well, look at who's here! My ray of sunshine has arrived!"
I went to hug him and he stopped me. "Ginger Lynn, I am soaked with sweat honey. You don't want to touch me. Trust me."
"Aw, Papaw, that's how I love my men. Strong and sweaty!" I said and wrapped my arms around him.
I felt his strong muscles under my arms. The hard broad contour of his muscular chest where my cheek rested now just above his nipple felt warm and inviting. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath taking in Papaw's scent. Even through his sweat soaked body, I could smell his natural pheromones and they were making mine react. I stood there holding him and was getting wetter with each second that passed. Well, so much for my holding in my internal tsunami.
I brought my body closer to Papaw's where the delicate mound between my legs contacted his waist. Immediately, I felt a slight stirring of his manhood. That gave me direct proof that my thoughts were correct all along. Papaw was most definitely ready to explode.
Papaw pushed me away from him quickly and said, "Let me finish Ginger Lynn. I just have a couple more to plant. Go inside and see what you can find in the fridge. I'll be in shortly."
"Yes Papaw." I said and slowly began moving to the front door. I knew the exact reason why Papaw pushed me away.
I walked to the door of the house with a careful gate. I had too. If I had went quickly, I would have left a trail of moisture in my wake. As soon as I walked in the door, I headed to the kitchen as Papaw said. But I did not look in the fridge. I was too hot over him. I stood and stared at Papaw working until he went to dowse himself under the water hose. Watching him get wet made me even wetter. I knew what I had to do.
Knowing my Papaw as I did, he would come in and head upstairs to his room to change after rinsing off. So, I headed up to his room first. He was going to be very surprised.
Once in Papaw’s room, I slipped my cheerleading uniform off and tossed it aside. My bra and panties were next. As I removed the panties, they stuck to my personal fold slightly because of the dampness that had evaded my fleshy enclosure. The cool air of the room chilled my hot pink spot slightly as I stood there folding the covers of Papaw’s bed over so that I could slide under them and wait. I knew any minute, Papaw would be walking through the door. I could not wait to see his face when he saw the sheets of his bed covering my nude body strategically in certain places. It was going to be up to him to remove them to see the rest.
The creaking of the stairs sounded and I knew Papaw was on his way. A rush flowed over my whole body that caused me to blush and smile. When Papaw entered, he stopped in his tracks.
At first, he could not say anything as he laid eyes on me. He never expected his eighteen year old granddaughter to be naked in his bed. Finally, words came to him.
“GINGER LYNN! What the fuck!”
“Yes Papaw, that’s what I want you to do to me. I know you want too.”
“Ginger Lynn, have you lost your mind honey? You’re my. . .”
“Flesh and blood? Yes, I know. That still doesn’t mean I can’t please you.”
“True, but honey, it would be. . .”
“Oh Papaw, don’t say it would be wrong. It would not be wrong since I am saying yes. Don’t you want me?” I asked and gave him those puppy dog eyes that he so loved.
“Ginger Lynn, don’t tempt me. Since your Mamaw left, I haven’t had. . .”
“Any? I know, Papaw. I can tell. That’s why I want to give myself to you. I guarantee you won’t be sorry. Come on, don’t you want to see what rests under these covers?”
“A worse man would say yes to that. A better man would say no, but God Ginger Lynn, the thoughts I am having now.”
“Then act on them Papaw. Let me give you what you really want.” I said and pulled back a part of the sheet covering my small breast and exposed enough of it to show the top part of my areola.
I saw the glimmer in Papaw’s eyes as he stared at the top part of my areola peeking out slightly from under the sheet that rested on my nipple keeping that pink part of me hidden for the moment. I knew he was not going to resist much longer.
“I know you are hurting Papaw. Let me please you. It will be our little secret. Just you and me. Can’t you see I am more than willing?”
“More than you should be Ginger Lynn. More than you should be,” he said and lunged for the bed.
A little shriek of pleasure existed my lips as Papaw landed on the bed beside me and took my face in his hands and pressed his lips to mine. His lips were hot and blazing with luscious desire. I felt the sheet fall from my small mounds, exposing them to the cool elements of the room. My perfectly round pink nipples became instantly hard. I was sure that Papaw never knew, but then one of his hands fell from my face and cupped my petite right breast. I sighed deeply as my handful mass filled his palm perfectly.
“Mmm, Ginger Lynn, your breast is so firm and vibrant. Your skin, so soft and refined,” Papaw said as he caressed his fingers over my A-cup peak.
Papaw's big hand cupped my small bodily projection perfectly. My pink nipple became very attentive and ultra-sensitive under his palm as he groped my firm cone shaped mound softly. With such a graceful grip, Papaw clawed my womanly upper feature with a fine pressure that sent shivers through my body, signaling the start of moist twinges between my legs. Again, my personal perforation of pink prowess began to dampen itself with inner goodness often hidden deep inside until I, myself, made it escape. God, it felt good for someone else to bring it out. It felt even better since that someone else was Papaw.
I moaned what sounded like a kitten purr as Papaw now kissed the side of my neck. His warm lips there sent tingles through my already hot body. The little pecks he placed there lingered even after he had moved to another location. My head was bent back so he could have free reign of what I was giving him. I wanted Papaw to take whatever he wanted from me. I was all his.
Papaw moved a little further down until his tongue drifted between my small breasts. He licked up and down through the rather wide crease there a couple of times, since I was not blessed with that much top half tissue, which made my body arch back slightly. Papaw removed his hand from my breast he had stimulated, leaned back, and took a long hard look at my eighteen year old chest, then brought both hands up. Slowly, Papaw pressed his fingers into the bottom roundness of both of them and stared. My pink nipples stuck out fashionably rigid, cutting the air of the room with their own sharpness.
"Perfect. Absolutely perfect," Papaw said as he looked at my small womanly frontal features. "So firm, young, and fresh. So much like your Mamaw's when she was your age. Ginger Lynn, you are definitely your Mamaw's granddaughter!" Papaw continued then lowered his mouth and covered my right nipple.
Two feelings were now running rampant through me. From just the thought of being compared to Mamaw, flutters of desire traveled quickly through me knowing Papaw was thinking of her at this moment. I did not mind at all. It made me feel good that I was filling her empty capacity. The other feeling rolling through me was that of an erotic fire, preparing my body for what would soon happen between relatives. I was wet and ready for Papaw's penetration.
Papaw's lips pulled on my slightly larger than dime-sized nipple and I let out a groan of delight as he manipulated it between them. The sound I made echoed through the room and also through my body that culminated where it counted in a quivering warm leak. I squeezed my thighs together firmly to let the feeling build. I felt the warm pulses of my heart beat inside my moistened division. The outer parts were warm, but my inner ones were literally on fire. What flowed from it helped put out the blaze. At least a little.
Papaw's hands dug into my bare back as he supped tenderly on my nipple. The back and forth motion of my nipple being pulled made me moan deeply. The heat in it kept it hard and sensitive and with Papaw's tongue flicking it, the stings of desire made me want more. I hoped it led Papaw to want more. My suspicions were validated when his hand drifted lower.
Finally, Papaw was going to find out what I had hiding between my legs. His fingers played with my inner thigh as it slid under the sheet that covered my naked sex. His hand found my fleshy fold, as he removed his mouth from my small mound and kissed between both of my breasts. Papaw's finger sliding between my moist smooth shaven crevice made me gasp deep.
Suddenly, Papaw stopped kissing the dip between my small mounds and said, "Ginger Lynn, your pretty, it's so...so...."
I was stunned and stiffened my body and said, "My pretty, Papaw?"
"Yeah, your pretty. You know...this," Papaw responded and slapped my tender plump wet sexual lips gently.
That was the first time I had ever heard a pussy be called "a pretty," but I loved the sound of it. Mine was pretty, so the name fit, so I was not about to correct Papaw. I knew why he had used that word anyway.
However, the pleasure of Papaw's touch sent the trigger inside me to release more internal liquid. I felt it elude my body and coat his finger.
"Oh my! It's so wet! Damn, Ginger Lynn, your pretty is dripping!"
"All because of you Papaw. I can't wait to have you inside me!"
"Well, honey, you'll have to bring this seventy year old organ up first. It’s gotten a little slower to react through the years," Papaw said with a laugh and stood to remove his shorts.
I watched as his manhood flopped out in a semi-erect state. I knew that Papaw would get hard inside me, and it would feel amazing to have him grow long and firm there, so I said, "Papaw, it's hard enough now I can tell. Even if you stick just the head inside my pretty, I promise it will make you nice and hard."
"Really, Ginger Lynn, you are asking a lot. In my state now, it will not even go in. Trust me."
"No, Papaw, trust me. I'll pull it inside and, I promise, that's all you'll need. Now come on," I said and prepared myself on the bed to show him. "I know you want it. It's ready. See?" I continued then spread my legs wide so Papaw could see my pretty's true form.
I knew he could see how tight I was. I could see Papaw's expression en route to my pink heaven gaping slightly. My clit was even showing and I was ready to pull Papaw's half thickened state inside. All he had to do was position his manhood's head right into my wet opening and I would do the rest. My pretty was already contracting and ready to suck him in deep.
I gasped like a virgin as Papaw stuck his semi-soft cock's head into my hot wet pretty's opening. Granted, it had been some time since I had the real thing enter me, but to make the sound I initially made when I first lost it last year to my ex as I did now with Papaw, surprised me. But the feeling was amazing.
Just as I promised Papaw, my inner muscle wrapped tightly around Papaw's manhood and pulled his half erect state all the way inside. He groaned as my pink tightness constricted around him. I moaned as I began to feel him start to come alive inside my wet canal. Slowly, I felt his hardening length fill me to the fullest potential. Inch by inch, his firming growth slid gradually along my hot pink walls until it was at full capacity. The fullness of Papaw's erection inside my pretty made me gulp for air; especially when he began to thrust.
"Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh, oh God!" I screamed as my tightness gripped Papaw's thick hard member as he slowly slid it through my wetness.
He groaned and said through a long deep breath, "Your pretty is so warm and God, so damn tight Ginger Lynn! The last time I felt freshness like this was when I took your Mamaw's innocence. It feels just like I am taking yours!"
I could not answer Papaw right away because he was taking my breath away with each slam he made into me. My legs flopped open naturally as his body jammed into my pretty with a natural rhythm he had obviously perfected through the years. Papaw may not have taken my virginity, but I let him take my innocent relationship with him away. I let him make our relationship something much more.
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Little did I know that my role as the only granddaughter would fill Mamaw’s void. I thought checking in on Papaw would be enough. Every day, after school, I would drive to Papaw’s house to make sure he was okay. After all, he was seventy years old and all alone now, so I figured having family near him once in a while would be good.
I looked forward to seeing Papaw every day. One would think that at eighteen, I would not have wanted to do so that often; that I would have wanted to hang out with my friends. I still did so often enough, but Papaw meant the world to me and even more so now because we share a bond I never expected to happen. I've never told anyone about it. Papaw keeps it just as quiet. No one needs to know but me and him.
The decision to show Papaw "my pretty," as he so affectionately calls it, was all mine. It did not take me long to see just how much he had been hurting sexually. Through all my visits, it only took me less than a month to see he was frustrated. I could tell he needed release. And with Mamaw gone to God only knows where, it was either his hand or me.
I chose me.
I knew Papaw did not have enough nerve to please himself anyway. He was old-fashioned. His beliefs were still stuck in the era as to when he first met Mamaw. Then, a man and a woman pleased each other. There was no stimulating of oneself. Or if there was, it was most certainly not talked about. Granddaddy came from a time when guys were told they would go blind if they did.
If that was true, and I was a guy, I would already be blind, or at least my eyesight would be dimming. I am pretty sure that two years of making myself wet at least once a week would qualify! However, that was beside the point. It was Papaw making me wet now.
I knew the moment that first time between Papaw and me was going to happen. It was a Friday and a home football game, so I had worn my cheerleading uniform to school. I had shaved my legs for the occasion and since I had the razor out, well, my normally hidden region, also. My tanned smooth legs showed nicely jutting out from underneath the uniform skirt. The uniform top, emblazoned with my high school's initials, overlapped my small perky protruding breasts tightly, forming a tight mound that showed my exact bust size. I wore the top one size smaller than normal. I had to wear it that way; otherwise the high school would have had to have one tailor made to fit my slim frame. So, I saved them money, and showed my small assets equally through the top prominently on game days.
Papaw was standing beside his flower bed, topless, his hands all caked with dirt from having planted more new ones as I drove into the driveway. As my hand placed my car's shifter in park, I sat there and stared at my Papaw's half naked body. I could not believe how well-built Papaw was. He had muscles that rivaled the football players for which I cheered. Round and tight, Papaw's muscles bulged flawlessly as he flexed his arms. The beads of sweat dribbled down his broad chest and pectorals, flowing over his hard nipples. I could even see the droplets on the ends of his chest hairs glisten. For seventy years old, Papaw was in remarkable shape and making my body turn on the sexual waterworks.
I opened the door of my car and as I stepped out, I felt the moisture creep out of my tender God- given notch. I stood still a moment before I closed the door because if I had moved, my personal river would have flooded the cheer panties I was wearing. I did not mind a little leaking, but I could not handle my own monsoon. Not yet anyway and definitely not in Papaw's driveway. When I gained control, I closed the door to my car and started walking to my Papaw.
When I took my strides toward Papaw, I literally felt my personally divided chasm slide back and forth against itself. Both lipped sides ground slickly together as my legs took me closer to my half-clothed Papaw. It was the first time ever that a member of my own family made me wet.
"Hi Papaw," I said as I neared him.
He turned, smiled and said, "Well, look at who's here! My ray of sunshine has arrived!"
I went to hug him and he stopped me. "Ginger Lynn, I am soaked with sweat honey. You don't want to touch me. Trust me."
"Aw, Papaw, that's how I love my men. Strong and sweaty!" I said and wrapped my arms around him.
I felt his strong muscles under my arms. The hard broad contour of his muscular chest where my cheek rested now just above his nipple felt warm and inviting. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath taking in Papaw's scent. Even through his sweat soaked body, I could smell his natural pheromones and they were making mine react. I stood there holding him and was getting wetter with each second that passed. Well, so much for my holding in my internal tsunami.
I brought my body closer to Papaw's where the delicate mound between my legs contacted his waist. Immediately, I felt a slight stirring of his manhood. That gave me direct proof that my thoughts were correct all along. Papaw was most definitely ready to explode.
Papaw pushed me away from him quickly and said, "Let me finish Ginger Lynn. I just have a couple more to plant. Go inside and see what you can find in the fridge. I'll be in shortly."
"Yes Papaw." I said and slowly began moving to the front door. I knew the exact reason why Papaw pushed me away.
I walked to the door of the house with a careful gate. I had too. If I had went quickly, I would have left a trail of moisture in my wake. As soon as I walked in the door, I headed to the kitchen as Papaw said. But I did not look in the fridge. I was too hot over him. I stood and stared at Papaw working until he went to dowse himself under the water hose. Watching him get wet made me even wetter. I knew what I had to do.
Knowing my Papaw as I did, he would come in and head upstairs to his room to change after rinsing off. So, I headed up to his room first. He was going to be very surprised.
Once in Papaw’s room, I slipped my cheerleading uniform off and tossed it aside. My bra and panties were next. As I removed the panties, they stuck to my personal fold slightly because of the dampness that had evaded my fleshy enclosure. The cool air of the room chilled my hot pink spot slightly as I stood there folding the covers of Papaw’s bed over so that I could slide under them and wait. I knew any minute, Papaw would be walking through the door. I could not wait to see his face when he saw the sheets of his bed covering my nude body strategically in certain places. It was going to be up to him to remove them to see the rest.
The creaking of the stairs sounded and I knew Papaw was on his way. A rush flowed over my whole body that caused me to blush and smile. When Papaw entered, he stopped in his tracks.
At first, he could not say anything as he laid eyes on me. He never expected his eighteen year old granddaughter to be naked in his bed. Finally, words came to him.
“GINGER LYNN! What the fuck!”
“Yes Papaw, that’s what I want you to do to me. I know you want too.”
“Ginger Lynn, have you lost your mind honey? You’re my. . .”
“Flesh and blood? Yes, I know. That still doesn’t mean I can’t please you.”
“True, but honey, it would be. . .”
“Oh Papaw, don’t say it would be wrong. It would not be wrong since I am saying yes. Don’t you want me?” I asked and gave him those puppy dog eyes that he so loved.
“Ginger Lynn, don’t tempt me. Since your Mamaw left, I haven’t had. . .”
“Any? I know, Papaw. I can tell. That’s why I want to give myself to you. I guarantee you won’t be sorry. Come on, don’t you want to see what rests under these covers?”
“A worse man would say yes to that. A better man would say no, but God Ginger Lynn, the thoughts I am having now.”
“Then act on them Papaw. Let me give you what you really want.” I said and pulled back a part of the sheet covering my small breast and exposed enough of it to show the top part of my areola.
I saw the glimmer in Papaw’s eyes as he stared at the top part of my areola peeking out slightly from under the sheet that rested on my nipple keeping that pink part of me hidden for the moment. I knew he was not going to resist much longer.
“I know you are hurting Papaw. Let me please you. It will be our little secret. Just you and me. Can’t you see I am more than willing?”
“More than you should be Ginger Lynn. More than you should be,” he said and lunged for the bed.
A little shriek of pleasure existed my lips as Papaw landed on the bed beside me and took my face in his hands and pressed his lips to mine. His lips were hot and blazing with luscious desire. I felt the sheet fall from my small mounds, exposing them to the cool elements of the room. My perfectly round pink nipples became instantly hard. I was sure that Papaw never knew, but then one of his hands fell from my face and cupped my petite right breast. I sighed deeply as my handful mass filled his palm perfectly.
“Mmm, Ginger Lynn, your breast is so firm and vibrant. Your skin, so soft and refined,” Papaw said as he caressed his fingers over my A-cup peak.
Papaw's big hand cupped my small bodily projection perfectly. My pink nipple became very attentive and ultra-sensitive under his palm as he groped my firm cone shaped mound softly. With such a graceful grip, Papaw clawed my womanly upper feature with a fine pressure that sent shivers through my body, signaling the start of moist twinges between my legs. Again, my personal perforation of pink prowess began to dampen itself with inner goodness often hidden deep inside until I, myself, made it escape. God, it felt good for someone else to bring it out. It felt even better since that someone else was Papaw.
I moaned what sounded like a kitten purr as Papaw now kissed the side of my neck. His warm lips there sent tingles through my already hot body. The little pecks he placed there lingered even after he had moved to another location. My head was bent back so he could have free reign of what I was giving him. I wanted Papaw to take whatever he wanted from me. I was all his.
Papaw moved a little further down until his tongue drifted between my small breasts. He licked up and down through the rather wide crease there a couple of times, since I was not blessed with that much top half tissue, which made my body arch back slightly. Papaw removed his hand from my breast he had stimulated, leaned back, and took a long hard look at my eighteen year old chest, then brought both hands up. Slowly, Papaw pressed his fingers into the bottom roundness of both of them and stared. My pink nipples stuck out fashionably rigid, cutting the air of the room with their own sharpness.
"Perfect. Absolutely perfect," Papaw said as he looked at my small womanly frontal features. "So firm, young, and fresh. So much like your Mamaw's when she was your age. Ginger Lynn, you are definitely your Mamaw's granddaughter!" Papaw continued then lowered his mouth and covered my right nipple.
Two feelings were now running rampant through me. From just the thought of being compared to Mamaw, flutters of desire traveled quickly through me knowing Papaw was thinking of her at this moment. I did not mind at all. It made me feel good that I was filling her empty capacity. The other feeling rolling through me was that of an erotic fire, preparing my body for what would soon happen between relatives. I was wet and ready for Papaw's penetration.
Papaw's lips pulled on my slightly larger than dime-sized nipple and I let out a groan of delight as he manipulated it between them. The sound I made echoed through the room and also through my body that culminated where it counted in a quivering warm leak. I squeezed my thighs together firmly to let the feeling build. I felt the warm pulses of my heart beat inside my moistened division. The outer parts were warm, but my inner ones were literally on fire. What flowed from it helped put out the blaze. At least a little.
Papaw's hands dug into my bare back as he supped tenderly on my nipple. The back and forth motion of my nipple being pulled made me moan deeply. The heat in it kept it hard and sensitive and with Papaw's tongue flicking it, the stings of desire made me want more. I hoped it led Papaw to want more. My suspicions were validated when his hand drifted lower.
Finally, Papaw was going to find out what I had hiding between my legs. His fingers played with my inner thigh as it slid under the sheet that covered my naked sex. His hand found my fleshy fold, as he removed his mouth from my small mound and kissed between both of my breasts. Papaw's finger sliding between my moist smooth shaven crevice made me gasp deep.
Suddenly, Papaw stopped kissing the dip between my small mounds and said, "Ginger Lynn, your pretty, it's so...so...."
I was stunned and stiffened my body and said, "My pretty, Papaw?"
"Yeah, your pretty. You know...this," Papaw responded and slapped my tender plump wet sexual lips gently.
That was the first time I had ever heard a pussy be called "a pretty," but I loved the sound of it. Mine was pretty, so the name fit, so I was not about to correct Papaw. I knew why he had used that word anyway.
However, the pleasure of Papaw's touch sent the trigger inside me to release more internal liquid. I felt it elude my body and coat his finger.
"Oh my! It's so wet! Damn, Ginger Lynn, your pretty is dripping!"
"All because of you Papaw. I can't wait to have you inside me!"
"Well, honey, you'll have to bring this seventy year old organ up first. It’s gotten a little slower to react through the years," Papaw said with a laugh and stood to remove his shorts.
I watched as his manhood flopped out in a semi-erect state. I knew that Papaw would get hard inside me, and it would feel amazing to have him grow long and firm there, so I said, "Papaw, it's hard enough now I can tell. Even if you stick just the head inside my pretty, I promise it will make you nice and hard."
"Really, Ginger Lynn, you are asking a lot. In my state now, it will not even go in. Trust me."
"No, Papaw, trust me. I'll pull it inside and, I promise, that's all you'll need. Now come on," I said and prepared myself on the bed to show him. "I know you want it. It's ready. See?" I continued then spread my legs wide so Papaw could see my pretty's true form.
I knew he could see how tight I was. I could see Papaw's expression en route to my pink heaven gaping slightly. My clit was even showing and I was ready to pull Papaw's half thickened state inside. All he had to do was position his manhood's head right into my wet opening and I would do the rest. My pretty was already contracting and ready to suck him in deep.
I gasped like a virgin as Papaw stuck his semi-soft cock's head into my hot wet pretty's opening. Granted, it had been some time since I had the real thing enter me, but to make the sound I initially made when I first lost it last year to my ex as I did now with Papaw, surprised me. But the feeling was amazing.
Just as I promised Papaw, my inner muscle wrapped tightly around Papaw's manhood and pulled his half erect state all the way inside. He groaned as my pink tightness constricted around him. I moaned as I began to feel him start to come alive inside my wet canal. Slowly, I felt his hardening length fill me to the fullest potential. Inch by inch, his firming growth slid gradually along my hot pink walls until it was at full capacity. The fullness of Papaw's erection inside my pretty made me gulp for air; especially when he began to thrust.
"Uuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh, oh God!" I screamed as my tightness gripped Papaw's thick hard member as he slowly slid it through my wetness.
He groaned and said through a long deep breath, "Your pretty is so warm and God, so damn tight Ginger Lynn! The last time I felt freshness like this was when I took your Mamaw's innocence. It feels just like I am taking yours!"
I could not answer Papaw right away because he was taking my breath away with each slam he made into me. My legs flopped open naturally as his body jammed into my pretty with a natural rhythm he had obviously perfected through the years. Papaw may not have taken my virginity, but I let him take my innocent relationship with him away. I let him make our relationship something much more.
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Consequences III So Damn Unpretty
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