I am a high school girl and had a fight with my Mom. So when school was out for summer, I ran away and moved in with my Grampa. I did everything to make him happy I was there.
I AM MY GRAMPA’S LOVER.
The main players are Maze, a 5ft, 2in. 110 lbs. high school girl, slim build. blonde, and her mom’s dad, Grampa, 50 years old 170 lbs, about 5’10”, slim build.
I don’t keep a diary, but if I did, it would be full of all the times my mom and I had arguments about me running around and hanging with the wrong crowd. She gets pissed off if I stay out late or lie to her about who I was with, like last night. I told her I was out with my best friend, Kim, but the truth was I met up with an old boyfriend instead.
I tried to sneak back into my house and get freshened up before I saw Mom, but I didn’t make it. She caught me in the hallway. She could see that my hair was all messed up and I am sure my makeup was smudged, too. I had given Tim a blowjob, so my lipstick was probably all smeared on my face.
She and I had a yelling fight. She always says the same thing. She got pregnant with me as the result of her fooling around at a young age and does not want me to go down that same path. I have heard it before, so I stormed off to my room. Mom slammed her bedroom door, and we left it at that. As I laid in bed that night I decided that as soon as my spring semester of high school was over, in a couple of weeks, I was gonna run away.
The next week, my mom took me to the clinic to get birth control. She wanted me to be injected with some long-term dose of birth control that my body would absorb over time. It was good for 5 years. Fine with me. At least I would not have to remember to take it daily.
The Dr. said I would be protected against getting pregnant within a few days.
Another week passed and the Spring semester was finally over. I went home and packed up what I could carry in my backpack. I had been saving my baby-sitting money, so I had a small stash of cash, and I knew where I was headed. The next town, about a two hours’ drive, is where my mom’s dad lives. He is a widower, and has lived alone for a few years now, after Gramma died. He is young for a grandparent. I think he is around 50, since Mom got pregnant at such a young age. He works full time, stays in shape and is fun to be around. I have had the hots for him ever since I hit puberty. I hoped he would let me stay with him for a while.
I hitched a ride to his town. It is always scary to climb into some stranger’s car or truck, but I have done it enough now that my nerves are less jittery. That night a trucker picked me. He was nice, but he wanted me to give him a blowjob. I played innocent but also told him my dad was the police chief in the town we were headed to. The trucker gave up on getting the blowjob and let me out as we arrived in Grampa’s town. The truth is my dad ran off years ago and is probably in prison or maybe even dead. I don’t know and don’t care. My Grampa is my only male family member.
It was early afternoon when I was dropped off by the trucker. It was a nice day, and I just walked to Grampa’s house from there. It took about 45 minutes until I saw the entry driveway to his rural property. He lived in a small house at the end of a dirt road on the outskirts of town. He had a regular job but also kept chickens, a few pigs, and grows hay to sell. It would be hours before he was home, so I made myself comfortable in his back yard. His big yellow Labrador, Lenny, was in the yard, and after a few wary barks, he remembered me. We got re-acquainted and were good friends again. Lenny had thick buckskin colored fur and a long active tail. I petted him for quite a while, rubbing his belly and letting him lick my face. Then, Grampa’s pickup pulled into the driveway.
“Hey girl!”, he smiled and yelled, as soon as he spotted me. “What are you doing here? Where’s your mom’s car?”
I gulped, nervously. It was time to fess up and tell him I had run away from home. I did not say it that way and told him I was taking some vacation time now that school was out.
“Does your mom know you are here, sweetie?”
“No, we had a fight, again, and so when school was out for the semester, I left”.
“Well, Maze, you know you are always welcome here, but I need to call your mom to let her know you are safe. I will just say you had a wild hair to go on vacation and will be over here for a while. OK?”
Thanks, Grampa. I really appreciate your understanding. I want to help you out around here, so what can I do?”, I asked sincerely.
Well, you don’t need to do a thing immediately, but if you want to stay busy, Maze, the chicken coop needs the old shavings raked out and new bedding put in”.
“OK! I can start on that in the morning!”, I said cheerfully. I want to make you happy that I am here.”
“You’ve already made me happy, girl. You are a sight for sore eyes. You have really grown up and are even lovelier than the last time I saw you,” Grampa said, seriously. “Now, come inside and get settled. We have a lot of catching up to do!”
That night, after dinner, I cleaned up the kitchen and relaxed with Grampa. He told me again how pretty and grown up I was. I blushed, never hearing those compliments from anyone. Grampa always made me feel so loved. I hope I can repay his kind words.
It was time for bed. Grampa had a spare room for me to use. I didn’t really have much to unpack and had completely forgotten to bring pajamas. I took a bath and wrapped myself in a towel and went into the living room. I walked over to Grampa and asked him if I could borrow something to sleep in. His eyes got big as he looked me over in that tiny towel.
“Well, uh….how about an under shirt?” he asked.
“Sure, anything to cover up in. I am sure you don’t want me running around naked!”.
“You can wear what you want, or nothing. It’s all good as far as I am concerned”, he grinned.
He found a small stretchy wife beater undershirt for me. He held it up and said it was the smallest thing he had. “It should fit”, he said with a satisfied look on his face. I slipped it on over my head. I let my towel drop as the undershirt covered me, which came down just below my ass. It was made of thin, stretchy material and clung to every curve of my breasts. I knew my nipples would be prominently displayed, which made me happy. I then posed for him, like a model. “How do I look, Grampa?”
“Beautiful, sweetie. It will be nice to have a pretty girl running around here for a change. Sleep tight. I must leave for work in the morning, but you sleep as long as you like”.
I gave him a tight hug and mashed my breasts into his chest. I looked up at his face and kissed him on the mouth. Then giggled as I trotted off to my room. I love my grampa and plan to make him happy that he is letting me stay here.
I curled up in my bed, not sleepy. I began plotting ways to make Grampa glad I was here and fantasizing about what he’d be like in bed. My fingers began stroking my little cooch and it instantly became wet. I laid there, playing with my breasts and nipples with one hand while my other was busy below. I pulled off the wife-beater undershirt and kicked off the sheets, laying there completely naked. I played with my pussy until that familiar feeling of an orgasm slowly took over my body. I was thinking about Grampa and his hard, fit body, wishing he would suddenly enter the room. My climax hit me before I was ready. I convulsed on the bed, gasping lightly as my orgasm swept over me. I lay there in the dark, breathing hard, and smiled, as sleep claimed me.
The next morning, I heard Grampa in the kitchen, so I jumped out of bed and put his shirt back on. I trotted into the kitchen as he was pouring his coffee into a thermos. “Good morning, Grampa!”
He was startled by me and spilled the coffee around his thermos. “Hey, Maze! Good morning to you, too! Hope you slept well”.
“I never slept better. I plan to get started on the chicken coop before it gets too hot”. I am sure Grampa was surprised to see that I was only wearing that thin shirt and was apparently happy to parade around in it for him. It made me all tingly knowing that I could start his day like this.
“Don’t work too hard. There is no rush”. He smiled and could not seem to take his eyes off me. Just the reaction I was hoping for. “I will see you tonight, sweetie”. And he kissed me goodbye.
I grabbed a cup of coffee and watched him drive off down the dusty dirt driveway. Today will be a good day.
I cleaned the kitchen before I started on the chicken coop. The hens were out in the yard, and so I would not be disturbing them as I mucked out the old bedding in the coop. I found a wheelbarrow and used it to haul off the old bedding. I made several trips out to the compost pile with the old shavings. I was sweating like crazy and decided to take a break. I found a garden hose and took an outdoor shower with it, rinsing off the sweat, and dust from the coop. I found a lawn chair and cooled off while the water dried on my skin. My shirt was almost see-thru when wet, and so I plotted to do this again when Grampa was here to see. It made my pussy wet just thinking about that.
I decided to wait to put in the new bedding and went inside to relax. My shirt was filthy, so I took it off, along with the shorts and my panties and hand washed them. I found that same towel from last night and covered myself as I took my wash out to the clothesline to dry. I felt so decadent to be running around his house and yard with nothing on but that towel.
I dug in his pantry to find something to cook for his dinner. I decided to make hamburger helper, since that is about all I know how to cook. My clothes were dry by this time, so I put them back on and waited for Grampa to come home.
He had a bottle of wine in the cupboard, so I put it on the table with a wine glass and waited for him to return from work. When he got home, he had a big grin on his face. “Hey, sweetie, how was your day?”
I ran up and kissed him and told him what I had gotten done. “Well, that was a lot of work for the first day, but I am glad you are settling in. It is so nice to have you here. I called your mom and said you’d be staying here for a while. She was relieved to know you were safe”.
“Thank you, Grampa. I know she is probably mad, but knows I am in good hands with you”, I said, with a double meaning to that comment.
“Would you like a glass of wine before dinner, Grampa? I found this bottle in your cupboard. Hope that is OK that I looked around.”
“That would be nice. I don’t normally drink much wine, but tonight is Friday and I don’t have to work tomorrow. Let’s have some”.
I poured him a glass and eagerly handed it to him. “Don’t you want some too, sweetie?” he asked innocently.
“I would, but am not old enough, you know”. I looked at him and batted my eyes, hoping he would offer it again.
“Oh, heck, what is the harm in a glass of wine? You are a very mature young woman, and I am sure you will enjoy it”.
So, I found another wine glass and poured one for myself. I felt so grown up, sitting on the couch with Grampa, sipping wine together, and listening to how his day went.
We both had another glass, and I began to feel a bit light-headed. I loved the slight buzz I got from the wine and hoped that Grampa felt relaxed too. I snuggled up with him and we completely forgot about food. I nuzzled his neck and pressed my breasts against him as we relaxed together. I could see his cock getting stiff in his slacks as I stayed mashed against him. I placed my hand innocently on his thigh and waited for a reaction. He jumped a bit, then settled back and let our bonding continue.
We finally decided to eat. I dished up two plates and we continued chatting like a couple. I doted on him for the rest of the evening, after I cleaned up from dinner. We finished that bottle and watched some TV. I was almost sitting on his lap, with my hand again on his upper thigh, hoping to accidentally touch his cock. I was dying to feel it in my hand. I could see it thru his slacks and could almost feel it throb. I felt very guilty about teasing him, but it was all part of my plan. I had decided to seduce my Grampa.
It was time for my bath, so I excused myself from his lap. I took a quick shower and put that small towel around me again and came back to the couch. Grampa was still sitting there, so I just returned to his lap again. “Is this alright, Grampa? It is so cozy sitting here with you”.
“Yes, sweetie, I love having you here”. I looked up into his eyes and kissed him on the lips. I put both of my hands on his cheeks as I said, “Thank you, Grampa. You mean the world to me”. My hand then returned to his thigh and innocently landed on his throbbing erection. I gave it a squeeze and waited for a reaction.
Grampa jumped slightly at my touch. “Maze, you should be more careful with your hands. I may get the wrong message and do something I shouldn’t do”.
“There is nothing that you shouldn’t do with me, Grampa. I love you and want to make you happy.” I looked into his eyes in a pleading manner and squeezed his cock again.
He sat more upright, and then swung one arm around me, drawing me closer. He looked at me with a grin and moved toward me for another kiss. I leaned up and placed my mouth on his lips and kissed him deeply. I crawled on to his lap, and my towel fell off. I was naked on my Grampa’s lap, and his hands wrapped around me in a loving manner. He held me by my bare waist and pulled me closer. My wet pussy was right on his crotch, and I could feel his manhood stirring.
We both began kissing each other frantically, as if a light bulb had been turned on as a signal. I was on top of him, with both hands on his face. My fingers were caressing his head, and I ran my fingers thru his hair. I could feel his strong hands grab both of my ass cheeks and lift me so that I was squarely on his throbbing penis. My naked skin was mashed in against him and I was giving off heat and passion like I had never known.
Suddenly, Grampa held me tighter, then stood up. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He broke off our kiss and blurted out, “I want to take you to bed”. He seemed reluctant to have said it, but I gave him no time to think. I renewed my kisses and said “Yes, please!”
He carried me, with my arms and legs still wrapped around him, to his bedroom. He carefully laid me down, as if I was breakable. I looked up at him and told him how much I loved him. He just stood by the bed, fighting the urge to fuck me, but then quickly began undressing. I watched intently as he rapidly undid his shirt and dropped his slacks. He kicked off his underwear and joined me, completely naked, on the bed.
I had him lay on his back as I straddled his body. He was slightly hairy and had a muscular build. I began kissing him, working my lips down his chest and stomach, and finally reaching his hot prick. I slid the head into my mouth and sucked it briefly, then licked the shaft all the way down to his ball sack. I went slowly. I wanted to take my time and enjoy every second of this event. Grampa gently held my head and caressed my hair as I sucked and licked his manhood. He smelled like a man, and his shaft was hard as steel. I had never had the opportunity to really please a man whom I cared for like this before. Any time I had given a guy head, to was just to get him hard so he could fuck me. But this was pure pleasure for me to give my Grampa the best I could give him.
My cunt was gushing as I worked my tongue along the shaft of his penis. His dick pulsed and throbbed in my mouth as I lavished it with attention. I never wanted this to end, but knew that if I carried on much longer that he would cum in my mouth. I wanted him in my pussy for that, so I positioned myself above his crotch.
I rubbed his hard cock against the wet opening to my cunt and looked into his eyes. “I have wanted this for a long time, Grampa. I hope you know that anything we do will be our secret”. He looked at me with a lustful face, blushing and grinning.
“I know, sweetie. I have had these same nasty thoughts for a while, now, myself. I shouldn’t be doing this, but you are so fucking hot and beautiful that I can’t help myself”.
I lowered my crotch down and aimed his cock at my opening. I was literally dripping with anticipation. I sat down on him and slowly buried his penis inside my cooch. I could feel his pubic hair tickling my hairless pussy. I ground my cunt hard against his crotch as he bottomed out in me. I paused, savoring the intense sensations of his member inside me. I leaned over and began kissing him with my mouth open and my tongue playing with his.
I could feel his strong hands caressing my hips as I pulled up and plunged back down on his erection. It felt magical to be fucking my own Grampa, the only man in my life that I loved. My cunt seemed to suck his cock deep inside it and I felt complete and perfectly comfortable. I did not care if this was incest or not. I loved my Grampa and wanted to give him all the pleasure I knew how to give.
I stayed on top of him, riding him hard until my legs began to tire. He sensed it and rolled us both over so that I was now under him. We stayed connected as one. His thrusting became more intense, and I was soon being pounded into the mattress. I held his hips with my legs, helping him get penetration. I wanted him to keep fucking me like this forever. My clit was hitting his pubic bone at the perfect spot, and I could feel my climax approaching. I begged him not to stop. I was on the verge of an orgasm while Grampa used my cunt for his pleasure. I barked at him to fuck me harder, and he did.
Suddenly, my brain was overloaded with sensations and my cunt was alive as I climaxed. I could feel my orgasm travel from my toes to my breasts. My nipples were on fire and Grampa was squeezing my tits with an almost painful grip. I thrashed around as I climaxed with his prick crammed deep inside me.
Grampa kept thrusting in me and yelled “I am coming! Oh gawd! Fuck yes! Oh shit!”
I could feel jets of his sperm bathing my inner vaginal walls. It was suddenly warm and filling. I do not think I’ve ever had a second climax that was triggered by a man’s cum before, but tonight I had another crushing orgasm.
Grampa collapsed on top of me, breathing hard, and sweating profusely. I loved feeling him drench me with his manly sweat and sperm. We stayed connected for several minutes, as our bodies slowly returned to normal after our sexual bout. As his prick began to soften, he pulled out of me and rolled off, on to his back. I quickly rotated around and found his penis with my mouth. I delicately sucked off any remaining spunk from his shaft. I could taste my pussy juices too, and the combined flavors drove me wild. I kept licking and sucking him until he had to ask me to stop. He was too sensitive for me to keep going.
We lay tangled together in the sheets, our combined body sweat was drying and our breathing returned to normal.
Grampa just weakly managed to say, “Wow. That was fuckin’ incredible. You are amazing!”
I looked at him and kissed him again. “I want to please you in every way possible. I love you, Grampa.”
With that, we both cuddled together until sleep overtook us.
Part 2
The next day was Saturday. Grampa did not have to work and was up before me. I could hear him in the kitchen, so I got up. I splashed water in my face but did not bother with clothes when I went to the kitchen.
Grampa was sitting at the table when I entered the room. He almost choked on his coffee when he saw me, totally naked, quickly trotting in. “Good morning, Lover”, I said in my most provocative tone. I stood behind him and wrapped his chest in my arms and kissed his cheek. He smiled but had a guilty look on his face.
“About last night….sweetie, I uh…don’t know what came over me. I should not have done that”….And…
“Stop! I wanted that and have dreamed of being with you for years! So, don’t start saying anything like that. You are a lovely man, and I want to give you everything I can. I want to give you all the pleasure that you can ever desire. OK?”
To re-enforce my commitment, I rubbed my naked breasts into his back and squeezed my hard nipples against his T-shirt. I crawled into his lap and looked in his face. “I meant every word when I said that I want to please you and make you happy. This is just between you and me, and nobody needs to know except us.”
I did not give him time to respond to my speech, I just got up and asked him if he was ready for more coffee. He was.
I got dressed in that wifebeater undershirt and shorts, again. My plan was to add the new shavings to the chicken coop and tease Grampa the entire time. I got the new shavings out and raked them into the coop. It was hot and dusty work, so I did the same as yesterday and took a water hose shower in the yard to cool off. My shirt became even more clingy and transparent as the cold water from the hose turned my nipples rock hard. Grampa was working in the yard as I started my hose shower. He dropped what he was doing and came closer to watch.
“You are such a hot girl, you know it?” he asked in an almost frustrated way. “I can’t keep my eyes off you, sweetie.”
“Well, you are a man, and I am a woman, who loves to provoke you”, I said in as innocent way as possible.
We relaxed in lawn chairs together, casually talking about life, as my clothing slowly dried. I asked him if he was ready for lunch. He said he was ready for anything that I was in the mood for.
“Well….if it is ladies choice, then I know exactly what I want to do”, I said provocatively.
He just looked at me with a puzzled face.
“Stand up and drop those shorts, Mister!”
Grampa slowly stood up, almost as if he were standing for a firing squad. He stepped out of his workout shorts and was naked from the waist down. “OK, now sit down and relax.” I commanded.
“I am gonna suck your cock. You look like you could use a good blowjob”
With that, Grampa quickly sat back down in his chair, partially grinning and partially worried that someone will see. “What if someone drives up?”
Don’t worry, Grampa, Lenny will bark, and we will get warned. So just relax.”, I said in a calm voice.
I kneeled between his thighs and took his stiffening prick into my eager mouth. “But I am all sweaty and nasty”, he said.
“I know. You smell like a man. I love your sweat and male aroma”. So, shut up and enjoy.” I stated sternly.
I proceeded to lick his hardening shaft from end to end and paused on the head, as it grew and filled my mouth. I loved the velvety texture of the head of his dick as my tongue swirled around it. I lavished it with kisses and sucked it as deep into my mouth as I could manage. I wished I could deep throat him but never learned how since there was no man whom I cared enough about to learn the technique for. Now I do.
After getting his prick solidly stiff, I jacked him off with the saliva I had coated it with. Then I told him to lean back and hold his thighs up. I wanted access to his asshole. “I am going to lick your butthole, Grampa. You will love it”, I said with a devilish grin.
“But, I am not clean, sweetie….I am all sweaty and….”
“Hush, Grampa. You know I love your smell and love pleasing you. This will be fun for both of us”.
He held his thighs up and scooted his ass to the edge of the chair. I had full access to his steamy asshole. I buried my tongue as deep as I could get it into his anus. His sweat and anal aromas combined for an intoxicating smell that turned me on intensely. I lapped and probed with my tongue to give him every ounce of pleasure I could muster. When my tongue got tired, I sucked on a couple of my fingers and eased one into him. He began howling with pleasure.
“Oh, my gawd, I have never had anything like this done to me before!” He exclaimed. “This is fucking awesome! Holy shit that feels good”.
I took a break long enough to look up and at him and wink. “Glad you like it”
I continued to stroke his dick as I rammed both fingers into his ass. I would take them out and wet them again with my mouth and plunge them back into his rear end. He was thrashing about like a crazy man until he said he was about to cum.
I made sure my mouth was planted directly over his cock and caught each spurt of his jizz. I did not want to miss a drop of his manly essence. He continued to spurt a mouthful of cum in me and I furiously swallowed. What did not make it into my mouth, I smeared on my face, like my favorite skin lotion.
Grampa’s head fell back as if he were exhausted. He was breathing hard, and his body went completely limp. I hoped I had not killed him. That might be hard to explain to my mom.
Grampa began stirring and slowly came back to normal consciousness. I was happy to see that. I had a smile on my cum coated lips that communicated how much I loved giving him that pleasure. He looked at me and grinned broadly, as if he had just had two Christmas mornings in a row.
“Wow, Sweetie! My gawd that was fantastic!”
“Thank you, Sir. Glad to be able to service you, and your lovely prick!”, I said smugly.
“I think you managed to service more than just my prick, sweetie. I have NEVER had anything like that done to me before. Unbelievable! How is it that you don’t have a hundred men knocking on your door to date you?”
“I reserve my special treatments for only one man, the one I want to please the most. You are the lucky man. Ready for lunch?”
I helped him up and together we pulled up his shorts and staggered into the kitchen. We did not speak much during the meal, except that he admitted he needed a nap…. badly. Grampa joked that suddenly all his energy had been drained from his body, and gleefully wondered how could that have happened? Hmmm.
We curled up in his bed, naked, and enjoyed the coolness of the fresh sheets against our skin. I had my arm over his chest, holding on, sort of, to the one man in my life that I cared about. Soon, he was snoring, and I was in heaven.
Part 3
The days continued as the two of us became more comfortable with the other. I learned to know when he was using his dry sense of humor, and he knew when I was being serious. We continued fucking, mainly just at night. Since he was no spring chicken, I could not expect him to keep up with my desires and he knew it. But it was a fun learning experience to find his limits. I, of course, do not have any limits.
After I had been with him for one week, we took stock of our situation. He was working full time, and I was a summer fling, sort of. He knew that when the Fall school year started, I would be returning to my mom’s house. That was the responsible thing to do, and he was a very responsible person. So, I kept my eye on the calendar, wishing that summer would not end.
Grampa had to leave for a multi-day out of town business trip. I was to be alone, except for Lenny. He had become my constant companion during work hours, and I loved that dog. He was friendly but could become a bit too frisky at times. Grampa bought him to be a breeder but never got around to renting out his “services”. So, there were times when Lenny would get aroused around me when I was laying around the house naked, which was most of the time.
When Grampa left for his trip, I hugged and kissed him goodbye, and hoped he had a good trip. He reluctantly left, concerned that he was abandoning me. I told him that Lenny would watch over me and not to worry. Just come back horny. Grampa said he did not think that would be a problem and grinned after saying it.
I worked in the vegetable garden that day and got all dirty. So, I went inside and had a shower. I did not bother with clothes and was laying on the floor, looking at a magazine. Lenny suddenly decided to get playful and wrestle with me. I was not in the mood and kept pushing him off me. Then, he suddenly buried his snout into my crotch and began licking me earnestly. I tried to push him off, but he is a big dog. And then I quickly realized that his licking was feeling really damn good.
I spread my legs for him, and he laid out in front of me forcing his long tongue inside my rapidly wetting cunt. I had never felt the tongue of a man, or woman for that matter, reach the spots that his tongue was hitting. It was like a magic toy that I had avoided without knowing how good it was. He kept licking me and burying his tongue way up inside my cooch. I was delirious with pleasure and in no time had a roaring climax. I had to push him away because I was too sensitive. I could not get him to stop so I had to roll over on my side to keep his tongue from my swollen clit.
I started to crawl away, when Lenny pounced on me like a piece of meat. He mounted me suddenly and speared his prick in my wet, loosened cunt. I tried to escape but was suddenly filled with dog cock. It was huge. I had never seen his prick when it was fully extended and now it was deep inside my cunt. It felt glorious. He began hammering away in me and I was held tightly by his front legs. He was mercilessly fucking me. I don’t know how long he hunched me before I felt a larger object entering my pussy. I learned later that this was his dog knot. It is a swollen area at the base of a dog’s cock that traps his sperm into his bitch’s cunt. I guess I was his bitch, now. His swollen knot was now buried to the hilt in me, and I could not escape. Not that I wanted to, because it continued to feel fantastic, but I was worried that someone would find us locked together.
I could feel jets of cum bathing the internals of my vagina. He was filling me with dog sperm. I had a huge orgasm just from the naughty nature of what was happening. I just lay there, on my hands and knees, with almost continual orgasms caused by his sperm jetting into me.
After about 10 or 15 minutes, I could feel his knot start to shrink. He then pulled out of me, and it sounded like a cork coming out of a bottle. The relief was immediate, then his sperm gushed out of me in a torrent. I collapsed on the floor and lay there, trying to make sense of what had just happened. And why I felt so decadent and happy.
Lenny just crawled off into the corner and began licking his still extended prick. I bet men would love to be able to do that to themselves, but then, I would be out of a job, I grinned.
As unplanned as my sex with Lenny was, I knew it was not the only time I would be doing it.
Part 4
The next day I cleaned the whole house, and laundered the sheets so that he would have a nice setting to come home to. I expected Grampa to be home tomorrow, so I made sure the place was tidy and ready for his return. I wanted everything to be perfect for him.
I was tired from my day of cleaning, so I took a shower and relaxed. Lenny seemed a bit agitated, so I let him eat my cunt. He needed no encouraging and was on me like a flash. I loved watching his tongue work over my cunt. I pulled my vaginal lips apart to let him reach my inner lady parts, which he did masterfully. After I had an orgasm from his licking, I turned over and let him mount me. We had done this a few times now, so he knew the routine. He leaped onto my back and his wonderful prick found my waiting cunt. He speared me quickly and began fucking me. I was in the perfect zone of knowing the house was ready for Grampa tomorrow, so I could take this pleasure today.
Lenny continued to pound away at me and soon he pushed his knot into me. It always hurt at first, until my cunt relaxed enough to turn the pain into incredible pleasure. His knot was locked in me for just a moment when I heard the back door open. I heard Grampa’s voice in the kitchen. He was home a day early! Lenny was knotted in my cunt, and I couldn’t move. I heard him again call my name. In desperation, I tried to say I would be there in a moment, just as Grampa walked into the bedroom. I could see his face as he realized that Lenny was fucking me. He just stood there, with a blank look on his face, as he took in the scene.
Then, his expression suddenly changed. “You said to come home horny, and I am, sweetie, so make room for me."
He dropped his trousers and underwear and kneeled in front of my face. he had a hard on and was presenting it to me to suck. I said nothing, just smiled at him and began sucking his raging hardon. Grampa was so worked up that after a few moments of me sucking his stiff prick, he grabbed my head and took control. He began fucking my face with abandon, trying desperately to orgasm. In no time, he climaxed and filled my mouth with his stored-up cum. He had more than I could handle, and much of it dripped past my lips and on to the hardwood floor. After he had ejaculated into my mouth, he stood up and said, “I’m home, dear!”. I guess when a man is horny, he is not going to let a little thing like seeing his woman fucking the family dog get in the way of his own pleasure.
After Lenny was done with me, I crawled up into Grampa’s naked lap and tried to explain how all that got started with Lenny. He shut me up by saying that I was a young woman with more desire that he can match. If I needed strange dick, even from the dog, he was OK with it as long as he got to play too. From that point on, we had regular sex with the dog. I am a lucky girl.
One of our times with Lenny was fun because I got to find out what it was like to suck a dog’s dick. Lenny had pulled out of me and his prick was coated with his sperm and my cunt juices. I decided to give Grampa a show and wheeled around to grab Lenny’s cock before he got a chance to lick it clean. That was going to be my job from now on. I took his prick by the knot and began licking the entire shaft clean. I sucked the head of his dick and was surprised to find he was still shooting cum out of it. I loved the taste and had a mouthful of dog jizz before I knew it. From that moment on, I got to suck dog and man dick during the same sex session.
Grampa did have a comment about my cunt being all stretched out after I had been knotted. This was the start of Grampa fucking me in the ass. It was still nice and tight so after I had been doggie fucked, Grampa would lube up my ass and fuck the shit out of me. It was delightful. I would suck his dick clean too, after he deposited his human cum in my asshole. I loved the mixed flavors of ass and sperm.
We counted down the days before I had to go back to my mom’s house, by fucking as much as possible. I was almost worn out by all the dog dick and Grampa dick I was getting. I would never admit it, though. Our last few days were magical. Fucking every morning, letting Lenny have me at night with Grampa to follow up with fucking my ass. Then, I got to play clean-up with both cocks. It was a girl’s dream come true.
When it was time to leave for mom’s house, I gave Grampa one last blow job. I promised him I would be back as soon as possible to pick up where we left this arrangement. He had a tear in his eye as we said our goodbyes. I will really miss him, and Lenny too, now. But it is time to go back to my life in high school. I wish I had someone to tell this story to, but for now, it will just stay as words on paper.