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20-07-2023, 11:16 AM
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23-10-2023, 04:43 AM
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I was hardly able to sleep because my mind kept returning to what had just happened. I had enjoyed how my grandad had made me cum and I wanted more, but I wasn’t sure how I was going to make it happen. This was the second time he had made me cum and both times I had been passive. I had not objected or tried to stop him, but I had not actively responded as he managed to make me aroused.
The first time, I had seen him stroke his cock, so I knew that what he was doing to me was also arousing for him. Earlier I had seen him sniff my knickers as he picked them up from the floor, and it was very obvious that my grandad was attracted to me sexually. Now I had to figure out some way that I could try to encourage him to continue and to see how I could return the favour to him. The next morning, I was feeling better and I decided that I had to keep the sexual momentum going because I didn’t want to wait another year before a new unplanned opportunity to explore our sexual attraction occurred. However, I also knew that I couldn’t simply tell my grandad that I loved the way that he had made me feel and that I wanted more. I had to be more subtle than that, yet I had to let him know that that was what I wanted. So, I selected a long T-shirt that would cover me while emphasizing that I wasn’t wearing a bra, and also giving him the chance to see my bare bum whenever I bent over – and I intended to bend a lot. I slipped on the T-shirt and made my way downstairs to the kitchen where I knew my grandad would be sitting at the table, drinking a cup of Earl Grey tea and reading the news on his mobile. This was his normal morning routine, and had been ever since he retired. When my granny was alive, they would both sit and discuss the news that they read from different newspapers. She was a die-hard Guardian reader, while he was an avid reader of the Sun. I was surprised the first time I was old enough to realise how diametrically opposed politically those two newspapers were, and also how their approaches to the news were so different. However, it did not seem to bother either of them that the news they read was reported in such different styles. Actually, when I asked my granny about it one summer when I was 15 and stayed with them for a month, she confided in me that my grandad claimed that he liked his news to be reported in a simple fashion, but that she knew he actually enjoyed looking at the photo of the topless models who were featured on page 3 every day. Although she did not elaborate on what that meant, I was old enough to understand that my grandad was still interested in sex although he was approaching retirement age. Sadly, my granny died the next year when I was 16, so until I started university and began to live with my grandad, I had forgotten about his favourite news outlet. However, now I had tangible evidence that he was indeed interested in sex. “Good morning grandad,” I said as I entered the kitchen and headed to the kettle to make myself some tea. “Morning Liz, How are you feeling this morning?” he replied casually and without looking up from his mobile, as if nothing had happened in my bedroom the night before. “I’m feeling much better, thanks” I replied. “I slept really well last night.” Instead of referring to what had happened, he continued, “Oh, before I forget, I washed your clothes and hung them out to dry on the washing line in the garden. It’s such a lovely day that they will dry soon. I’ll bring them in and put them away when they’re dry.” When he told me this, I glanced out of the kitchen window which looked out on the secluded back garden where only a few months before he had fingered me to orgasm. I could see my jeans, T-shirt, bra and socks along with a few shirts and underwear belonging to my grandad hanging from the washing line and being moved gently in the breeze. However, what I could not see was any sign of the knickers I had seen him sniff as he picked up my dirty clothes from the bedroom floor the night before. I was about to ask him what he had done with my knickers, when it suddenly dawned on me why he had said that he would bring in the clothes when they were dry. He did not want me to see that he had not washed my knickers and that he had probably kept them in his bedroom. That thought made me more sure that I had to try to encourage him to continue to be more open and daring with his exploration of my body. And also, I wanted to see more of his cock that I had glimpsed him wanking as he fingered me to orgasm in the garden. I suddenly realized that I was no longer the innocent girl who had only once kissed a boy when I was 16. Now, I was on the verge of exploring a different side of me that I had barely acknowledged existed, and this realization made me feel scared but also excited. I wanted more to happen, but I was not sure what ‘more’ meant or how I would feel if things became more intense. I also realized that if I did not encourage him, it might be months before another opportunity like the first time and the night before could arise. So, I took a deep breath and began planning what I could do as I continued to make myself a cup of tea. I did not actually manage to think of any convincing way to show my grandad that I was ready and interested to take things further, but of course fate intervened. At least, that’s what I told myself later. What happened was that after making my cup of tea, I sat down on the right beside grandad who was still reading his newspaper. I asked him to pass me the milk which was on his left. Without looking up, he reached over with his left hand and passing the milk across his body meant to hand it to me. However, instead of setting the milk down on the table, he attempted to pour some into my tea. As he was still focused on the newspaper, naturally his aim was off and instead of pouring some milk into my cup of tea, he poured it on my T-shirt. The sudden shock of cold milk soaking into my T-shirt startled me and caused me to jump in surprise. As I did, my left hand hit the cup of hot tea and knocked it over. Most of the tea made a puddle on the table, but enough splashed on my grandad’s boxer shorts right in the crotch area. Both grandad and I jumped up almost simultaneously and looked around hurriedly for something to mop up the spilt tea. I grabbed a cloth used for drying dishes while grandad reached for a box of tissues. Before I could do anything, he had already started to mop up the tea from the table top. When he had finished, he threw the wad of sodden tissues into the rubbish bin and then turned to me as I stood facing him. The milk had soaked into my T-shirt from the neck down to my chest. I could feel the wet patch on my 34 B boobs and the thought that grandad could see them made my nipples harden. And grandad was standing in front of me looking intently at how my nipples tried to poke through the wet fabric. I blushed and dropped my gaze in embarrassment even though I was secretly delighted that grandad was openly admiring my body. I knew that he was admiring it because I was able to see how his cock had made a tent in his boxers just where the tea had spilt. On an impulse, I took the cloth for drying dishes that I still had in my hand and moved it towards that wet area of grandad’s boxers. “I think we need to dry you off there,” I whispered, uncertain how he would react. Grandad did not move away or try to stop me as my hands started to rub the towel over the area that the tea had spilt on. Of course, that was also the area where his cock had reacted to his staring at my boobs. As I rubbed, I could feel that his cock had grown even harder with the stimulation I was providing. I had never done anything like this in my life before, but it seemed so natural to feel the warmth and hardness of his erect cock. “Your boxers and my T-shirt are wet. Why don’t we take them off and we can wash them before the stains of tea and milk are too difficult to get out,” I suddenly suggested. Before grandad could reply or protest, I had hooked my thumbs in the waistband of his shorts and swiftly jerked them down around his knees. He blinked in surprise, but then reached down to let them fall to his ankles and stepped out of them revealing his erect cock sticking straight out from his greying pubic hair. As he did this, I crossed my arms and tugging the hem of my T-Shirt, I quickly pulled it over my head and tossed it on the chair beside me. Now we were both naked and facing each other. Grandad’s cock was even harder than before as he was within touching distance of my boobs. I couldn’t resist reaching down and wrapping my fingers around his cock. I later learned that he was average size, but to me at that moment, his erect cock looked huge. It felt warm to the touch, and strangely soft as well as hard. I started to stroke gently up and down the shaft, but then grandad placed his hand on mine and slowly pulled back his foreskin, and then gently showed me how to slide the foreskin up and down over his bulbous cockhead. After he was satisfied that I knew how to make him feel good, his right hand reached out to cup my left breast. He caressed it slowly and rolled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Meanwhile his left hand had reached down to where I could feel myself becoming wetter by the minute, searching for my aching clit. We stood facing each other, slowly caressing each other and not daring to look into the other person’s eyes. As I became more confident with how hard I could stroke his cock, my grandad’s breath began to come in ragged gasps and his face reddened. His fingers felt so good on my clit, but I knew that I would not be able to keep stroking his stiff cock if he made me cum, so I gently moved his hand to cup my other tit. The stimulation of feeling my firm young breasts and the action of my hand stroking his cock finally drove my grandad over the edge. He let out a series of grunts as he began to shoot streams of white cum which landed on my belly and dribbled down towards my legs. Shaking with excitement at what I had just done, I smiled at my grandad and taking some tissues from the box on the table, I began to wipe myself clean. As I did so, my grandad released his hold on my breasts and put his hands behind my neck. Then, pulling my face towards his, he kissed me on the mouth. Finally, he stooped and picked up his boxer shorts from the floor, and scooped up my T-shirt from the chair where I had tossed it. Without a word, he turned around and walked towards the kitchen where the washing machine was. Meanwhile, I stood watching his body walk away from me, while wondering what the consequences of what had just happened would be. Last edited by JoeWhite1; 23-10-2023 at 03:45 PM.
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23-10-2023, 07:48 AM
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What a good fiction writer, full of imagination … carry on, pls … good read to release stress …
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06-11-2023, 02:17 AM
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As grandad walked towards the kitchen to wash my T-shirt and his boxer shorts in the washing machine, I suddenly realized that we were both naked. I had deliberately not worn any knickers because I had planned to bend over a lot so that grandad could catch sight of my bum, and he had only been wearing his boxers as the morning was quite warm. Now with both garments being wet, they needed to be washed.
Grandad had not said anything after he had shot his cum on my belly, but he had kissed me on the mouth as a man and not as my grandad. I knew then that he would not refuse to continue our exploration of each other’s bodies, and I was sure that he would be able to teach me a lot about sex and how to please him. With that thought, I followed him to the washing machine just as he had finished starting the washing cycle to clean the two pieces of clothes that held the evidence of the erotic scene that had just ended with him cumming on me and then kissing me lovingly. Taking a deep breath, I spoke as confidently as I could, knowing that we had already crossed a line, but that if I did not speak, maybe he would act as if nothing had happened. “Did you like that, grandad?” As I spoke, he turned away from the washing machine to face me, and that’s when I saw the evidence that he had indeed liked what we had done. He did not need to say anything because his cock had begun to harden at the sound of my voice and at the sight of my naked body. Seeing his cock start to become hard made my nipples respond in a similar fashion. Now, we faced each other and we both gazed on the evidence that we liked what we saw. At the same time, our breathing became more ragged and shallower, and betrayed the fact that we were aroused by the sight of each other’s body. “Liz,” said grandad, “we need to talk.” I nodded my agreement and my body jolted as he took my hand and led me to the living room. There, he gestured that I should sit on the sofa, while he sat beside me on my right when I had sat where he had indicated. “I know that this is strange, and that for many people what we have done is taboo, but I can’t help myself ever since that day in the garden on your birthday and…well…” his voice tailed off. “I know grandad. I know that it should be wrong, but I loved how you made me feel, and I wanted to feel more, and just now I wanted to make you feel as good as you made me feel.” My words came rushing out before he had a chance to continue. “And you did, Liz. You made me feel so good. You can’t imagine how good you made me feel. Since my wife died, I never thought I’d feel such pleasure ever again, but just now with you, I felt so alive…so young again. Thank you, Liz. What you did was so marvellous and…” and once again his voice faltered and he stopped talking. I was about to reply, but then I felt him shift his body slightly and his left thigh pressed against my right thigh. The touch of his naked skin on mine was enough to make me feel weak and horny at the same time. I responded to his touch by leaning against his left arm, and then by resting my right hand on his left thigh. I was glad to see that he did not try to remove my hand and that his cock had twitched at my touch. Becoming more bold, I slid my hand up his thigh until I was once more just touching the foreskin of his cock. He sighed and leaned back against the cushions of the sofa, closed his eyes and his mouth opened as I gently began to rub my hand up and down on his shaft. However, the previous time, just a short time ago, was the only time I had ever held a cock in my hand, and it was such a new experience that I was uncertain if I might hurt him or if I was wanking him in a way that would please him. I need not have worried, as grandad’s left hand moved to cover my right hand rubbing slowly up and down on his shaft. Then he whispered, “like this,” as he squeezed my hand slightly and moved it down so that the foreskin was uncovered. Then, he moved my hand upwards again so that the foreskin covered the bulging red head of his cock. I soon got the idea that I needed to apply a little pressure and also uncover and cover his cock head again with his foreskin. As I did this, I was interested to feel how soft yet hard his cock was, and how a little liquid oozed out of the hole in the top of his cock. Although I had led a very sheltered and controlled life when I was growing up, I had received the obligatory sex education lessons in secondary school, so I knew the mechanics of sex, and I also knew that people called this liquid pre-cum. This pre-cum liquid made it easy to slide the foreskin up and down, and I was obviously doing the right thing because grandad moaned softly and breathed harder as I wanked him. “A little faster,” he whispered still with his eyes closed. I obeyed, and my pace was rewarded with increased moans and heavier breathing. On one level, I was aroused by the sight of his cock head disappearing and appearing as I wanked him; by the sound of his moans and heavy breathing; and by the liquid pre-cum seeping from the hole at the top of his cock. On another level, I was intrigued that I had such control over him that with just the motion of my hand I was able to deliver him so much pleasure. Grandad spread his legs wider which allowed his cock to stand up more and to reveal his hairy balls. “Touch me there,” grandad ordered. “But be gentle, this is a very sensitive part of a man’s body.” I was almost afraid to do as he asked, but twisting around slightly, I reached across with my left hand and placed it on the two eggs resting between his open legs. The sensation was novel to me as I could feel them move slightly inside their sac of skin. “Just caress them gently as you stroke me” grandad said. So that is what I did, and I was rewarded with increasing sounds of his arousal. I knew that this meant that he was about to cum, and I wanted to see what it looked like as he squirted his sperm, so I bent my head slightly so that I could see better. My position was a bit awkward, with my right hand tugging up and down on his cock, my left hand caressing his balls, and my head twisted to look at him cumming. Then, suddenly, and without warning apart from a groan, grandad shot a rope of white cum straight upwards, followed by two more weaker spurts. But because of my posture and the way that my face was hovering over his cock in order to watch as he cummed, I caught the full blast of his sperm on my face. Of course, as the first jet of cum shot out of the hole in the top of his cock head, I automatically reacted and my reflexes kicked in, so I closed my eyes. Luckily, I did so as the jet of cum hit me somewhere on the bridge of my nose, and if my eyes had been open, I’m sure some would have gone into my eyes with painful results. Now with his cum dripping down my face, I poked out my tongue and tentatively licked. I had thought that cum would taste disgusting, but I was wrong. Instead, it just tasted a little salty, but it was not unpleasant. It felt a little sticky, but I did not mind. As soon as it was safe to open my eyes, I looked at grandad and smiled. My right hand was still grasping his now deflated cock and my left hand still clutched his balls gently. The whole tableau was like some scene from an art class exam where the students had to paint the scene as accurately as possible. Impossible to catch the emotions and the connection that existed in that moment between my grandad and me. Grandad broke the spell. He grunted ‘let’s get you cleaned up.” However, that was the last thing I wanted to do. Instead, I wanted to sit and savour the moment – to relive what had just happened because I knew that now we would never be able to turn back the clock. We had opened the floodgates of sex and there could only be new avenues to explore, and new heights to scale. We had lost our innocence – we were no longer connected only by blood. Now we were connected by lust, and lust would have to be satisfied.
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29-02-2024, 05:50 PM
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While I wanted to continue to sit beside grandad clutching his now deflated cock in my right hand and his cum slowly drying on my face, he shifted slightly and, removing my hand, he stood up. Then he walked to the kitchen and I could hear the sound of water running in the sink. I was about to rise and follow him but before I could move, he had returned holding a small towel we kept hanging in the kitchen to dry our hands after washing dishes.
I guessed that the towel was wet as he had said we should clean his cum from my face, and I was right. Grandad once again sat beside me, and without saying a word, put his left hand behind my head to apply some pressure as he gently wiped my face clean with the warm, wet towel in his right hand. As he did so, I closed my eyes to allow him to clean my face, but also to relive in my mind’s eye what I had just done, and how he had so obviously liked it. There was no doubt that he was not a passive participant because of how he had instructed me to move my hand and how he asked me to caress his balls. I knew that he had wanted me to wank him as much as I wanted to do it for him. When grandad had decided that my face was clean enough, he moved to wiping my breasts and belly where some cum had dripped, and also some had dried from when he had cum previously. Now it was my turn to relax and enjoy the sensation of his hands rubbing my sensitive nipples with the warm cloth. As he did so, I let him know that I liked what he was doing by closing my eyes, breathing harder and allowing little gasps to be audible. Then as my grandad used the cloth to wipe my belly, I suddenly felt his mouth suck on my right nipple. The feel of his hot mouth on my breast sent a jolt of electricity through my body, and I could feel my already wet pussy start to gush. “Grandad,” I whispered. “You are making me so wet that I’m afraid I’ll flood the sofa and we’ll never get the stain out of the cushion.” Grandad released my nipple to reply. “Ok, lift up a little and I’ll put the towel under you. That should help to protect the sofa.” I did as he suggested and pressing down with my arms, raised my body off the sofa. Grandad immediately slid the towel under my bum and made sure that it was in a position that would absorb any of the liquid that was seeping from my pussy. While I was glad not to have to fear staining the cushion, I was also unhappy at no longer having my nipple stimulated. But I need not have worried because as soon as he had finished making sure that the towel was in the right position, grandad returned to play with my breasts. I surrendered to the sensations that coursed through my body as his strong hands stroked, squeezed and played with my breasts. But I wanted more. “Please grandad, suck them again. That felt so good. Please.” I could hardly wait for his hot mouth to bring me to the state of passion that I had felt before he placed the towel under me. And I did not have to wait long before my grandad’s warm mouth encircled first my right nipple and then teased it with his tongue. The pleasure that gave me caused contractions to ripple down my tummy and reach my pussy. Instinctively, I slid my left hand down to my pussy and felt how wet I was. With two fingers, I began to rub my clit gently, but as grandad suddenly bit gently on my nipple, I increased the tempo of my fingers until I was frantically seeking to reach that state of arousal from which the only goal was to cum. But before I could feel an impending orgasm begin, grandad grasped my wrist and lifting my hand, prevented me from achieving my goal. “Huh?” I gasped in surprise and annoyance. “What the…” But I need not have worried because now grandad replaced my fingers with his own and began circling my clit. Now he was attacking my breasts and also my clit, so I simply relaxed and let the pleasure wash over me. By now, my pussy was soaking the towel with my juices, and I instinctively spread my legs wider as if inviting his fingers to penetrate me. And, just as If the invitation was understood, my grandad stopped rubbing my clit and slid his forefinger into my pussy. The feeling of being penetrated almost caused me to clamp down on his finger, but instead I resisted the urge to squeeze my pussy muscles tight and relaxed to allow him to explore deeper inside me. When I did so, my grandad whispered softly “I’m going to show you something that I think you will like.” Grandad crooked his index finger and I felt it slid up to touch an area at the top of my pussy opening. “This is where your G-spot is located. Have you read about the G-spot?” I nodded. “But I don’t know what it feels like really.” “Then relax and let me show you.” And with that, grandad’s finger began to explore that area inside my pussy. The feeling was unusual, but suddenly I felt an extreme pulse of pleasure, stronger than any I had experienced when I rubbed my clit. And then there was another and another as grandad gently rubbed his finger over that area. I don’t know if I can adequately describe what that finger was doing to my body, but it was an intense and deeply pleasurable feeling. I felt a heightened sense of arousal and a buildup of tension that caused my body to thrash around as if I was being attacked by a pleasure machine. I was unable to control my body which felt as if it was dying from pleasure that was almost painful. I gasped, I groaned, I am sure I said ‘fuck’ a hundred times, until the build-up was followed by a sudden release of ecstasy. The orgasm was a deep, full-bodied sensation that radiated throughout my pelvis and was accompanied by intense waves of pleasure. I had never felt so incredibly satisfied, deeply relaxed and fulfilled. Grandad slowly withdrew his finger as he felt me come down from the high of my orgasm. Then he opened his mouth and after sniffing it, he popped it into his mouth and sucked. “Mmmm, you taste good. Next time, I’ll have to taste you more thoroughly.” And he smiled at me as I looked at him through eyes that were half shut from the feeling of relaxation that my orgasm had induced. My brain barely registered what he had said, but I was able to focus on the words ‘next time’ before I lay back on the sofa and drifted off to sleep.
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12-04-2024, 12:21 PM
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