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Archive name: real.txt (M/f-teen, inc, ped)
Authors name: Zadanoff (zadanoff1@aol.com)
Story title : Real Thing, The

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The Real Thing (M/f-teen, inc, ped)
by Zadanoff (zadanoff1@aol.com)

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I was a bit of a rebel when I was in high school. The 
only child and a single parent watching over me, and 
being a teenage girl to boot, made all of what I'm about 
to relate eveitaible I guess.

My mother's sister had a baby, and she was going to go 
visit her sister for a few days. That would leave me at 
home alone, and I was glad of it. I would be able to 
just be myself --- and find my mother's collection of 
naked male magazines and masturbate the weekend away.

I hadn't counted on one thing, though. My grandfather 
showed up Saturday afternoon, just walking in, 
unannounced as usual. I had forgotten, somehow, that he 
had a key to the house. He found me in the living room, 
totally naked with a magazine in one hand, hand full of 
pussy in the other. I was splayed out on the floor, my 
legs spread wide.

"You like guys a lot, eh?"

I nodded and sat up. There wasn't much I could do but 
close the magazine and stand up, covering my pussy with 
one hand and my tits with the other.

He looked at the magazine laying on the floor, opened to 
a page with a big, fat, hairy hardon on it. "Would you 
like to look at the real thing?"

I swallowed. "Sure," I said, standing there shaking, 
red-faced. My grandfather was in his mid-fifties and was 
still quite vegerous. I'd never actually thought about 
seeing him undressed before, but suddenly I was 
interested.

He unsnapped his pants. "You want to see what I got down 
here?"

I nodded. Of course I did.

He pulled his pants down to his ankles and stood in 
front of me. I could see the outline of his harding cock 
in his jockey shorts. I was breathing fast and heavy in 
anticipation of seeing his big dick. Then he reached 
inside his shorts and pulled them all the way down. His 
dick jumped up in the air, and I gasped as I looked at 
it. It was enormous. He wasn't circumcised, and the head 
seemed to poke through the folds of skin at the top.

"Maybe you want to touch it, Mona," he said.

I sat on the couch behind me, and the head of his cock 
was right at eye level with me. I could see it throb 
with his heartbeat, and I could see the hole in the tip 
of it. There was some sticky fluid there, dripping from 
the very end of the purple head. Lower down were his 
balls. They were big and fat, with flecks of dark black 
hair here and there. I reached up and touched his balls.

"That's a nice cock you got there, Grandpa," I 
whispered.

"Would you like to play with it?" he asked with a smile.

"Yeah!" I said, and reached for his hard shaft.

Leaning forward, I stuck my tongue right on the tip of 
his cock, smearing the sticky fluid around with my 
tongue. Moving my other hand between his legs, I fondled 
his balls, feeling the soft wiry black hair that seemed 
to grow willy-nilly all over them. My other hand went to 
his dick, feeling the hardness of it. I stroked it 
slowly upward, rubbing my thumb across the head of it. 
It was fat and hard. I loved the feel of it in my hands. 

I moved my lips down to his pubic hair and licked the 
hair, then moved to his cock, licking the base of it, 
traveling all the way to the top of it. I moved down the 
other side, all the way to his hairy balls, licking, 
sucking and stroking him.

I looked up at my grandfather's face, and I smiled as I 
plunged my mouth over the head of his cock. He closed 
his eyes to slits at that point, and sucked.

I went down on him as far as I could, till I felt him at 
the back of my throat, and I was about to gag on it. I 
heard him exhale and felt his hips jerk. I could feel 
his balls tighten in my hand, and I knew he was going to 
cum. I increased the suction on his cock, bobbing my 
head faster and faster, and then, my mouth was filled 
with load after load of hot cum. I could feel his cock 
jerk in my mouth each time he shot another load in my 
mouth. Finally, he groaned, and was done. I kept his 
cock in my mouth, swallowing his giant load of cum, it 
took a while.

Then he moved onto the couch beside me, his hands moving 
to my tits and fondling each one, guiding my hard 
nipples to his lips. Then, his lips moved down my body 
as he leaned over me, and soon, his hands were on my 
thighs and his lips, after kissing my navel, brushed 
across my pubic hair on the way down to my wet pussy 
lips.

He leaned far over me, his tongue finding my clitoris. 
Gently, he probed my cunt with his tongue, then pushed 
it in all the way, making a fucking motion with his 
tongue. I lay back on the couch and spread my legs. He 
moved on top of me. 
He entered me quickly, moving slowly at first, then 
picking up speed, bouncing his balls off my ass as he 
thrust in and out of me.

I could feel that familiar warm feeling in the pit of my 
stomach, I knew that I was going to come, and I did, 
jerking and moaning.

He grabbed my hips and came inside me, filling me with 
another load of his hot cum. I could feel his cock jerk 
and throb with each spert of the hot, sticky fluid.

He stayed inside me for a while, then rolled off me and 
sat beside me on the couch. He sat there, breathing 
hard, and then pointed down at the magazine. "Well, do 
you like the real thing better that just pictures?"

I reached over and grabbed his fat dick. "The real thing 
is a lot better than pictures," I said.

He looked down at his cock. "Well, pictures don't get 
you all sticky, though," he said with a laugh.

"Getting sticky is the fun part," I said.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life in
anyway shape or form. 

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