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Snake In The Grass
by Anon (finnarnese@hotmail.com)
Quick edit by QCX2010
***
Marianne and Christopher. Good looking, successful
students. Introverts. Lead a quiet life. Perfect for
each other. But there's a snake in paradise. What would
you do if your grandpa is after your girl? (MF, inc,
voy, size, cuck, huml)
***
It had been a long day. But when I opened the door to
our apartment and saw Marianne, lying on the floor
reading, much of my frustration was wiped away. She was
the most amazing creature I had ever known. We had been
together for a year now. I loved her more than ever. We
were both 23 and since three months we had been sharing
an apartment in a student housing area. It was small but
quite nice.
Marianne was attending women's studies courses, I was
busy with my law studies. She was introverted, and
didn't socialize much. That was fine with me. I wouldn't
come out and say it to her, but I liked the semi-
domestic pattern that we, already as students, had
settled into. The two of us, our families, a few good
friends. Perfect for me.
Marianne lay on her side, head propped on her hand. When
she saw me there was a smile on her beautiful face that
dimpled her cheeks and lit up her cool gray eyes. Even
from across the room, I could make out the big cylinders
of my girlfriends breasts, encased in a tank top and
squashed against the rug by her other arm. Marianne's
long legs were folded, her full thighs pressed together
and her ankles entwined.
"Hi darling. I met Fredrik outside. He says he's got a
crazy story for us."
As I shut the door, Marianne finished a page, then shut
her book and rose to her feet.
"Hi Christopher, hi Fredrik, nice to see you."
She came to greet us and gave me a kiss on the mouth.
She always did. She gave Fredrik a light, shy hug. I
knew Fredrik wasn't her favorite among my friends. She
found him somewhat immature. "A wannabe macho man," she
once said. "But really, he is just a good little boy."
Fredrik had been secretive, he had indicated it was
something about my grandpa but he would say no more
until we got inside. I had known Fredrik all my life. He
could remember grandpa from he was seven. My grandpa had
always fascinated him. Maybe because monster tales have
always fascinated Fredrik.
As always, Fredrik put his heart into the story. He eyes
were sparkling and in his funny, familiar way his arms
were waving like a conductor's when he attacked the
details. And I admit, it was some story.
It took place outside a downtown shopping centre.
Outside the entrance a couple a little younger than us
were holding each other, necking. Fredrik noticed that
the girl, who was very beautiful, made eye contact with
someone coming towards them. She gave this someone a shy
smile but seemed uncomfortable. Suddenly my runt of a
grandpa came into view. Fredrik hadn't seen him for
years but recognized him instantly. The young guy
suddenly got brusque.
"What are you goggling at you ugly old sod?"
He was still having his arms around his hot girlfriend.
"What was that, boy?"
"You heard me." The boy was mumbling now. Fredrik raised
his voice and tried to growl like grandpa: "WHAT WAS
THAT, BOY???"
Then grandpa slowly walked up to the young guy. He
grabbed him and Fredrik explained in sordid detail how
my little grandpa made mince meat out of this tall young
punk. He really hurt him. In no time the young man was
knocked to the ground, grandpa had his arms twisted
behind his back, stepped on his head and mashed his face
into the ground, forcing him to apologize.
After he finished with the boy grandpa slowly walked
over to the girl. Her boyfriend was still on the ground,
his face was bleeding and he cried. His right arm looked
out of joint.
"It was totally CRAZY, said Fredrik. The old guy walked
towards the girl and everyone there could see the fight
has given him a boner he could have beaten up a guy
with. It looked like had a fuckin' baton under his
pants. It was... like in the jungle, you know... the
king if the jungle comes, fights, wins and picks his
mate. That little old guy is not for real."
Grandpa stopped right before the girl, pressed into her,
held her close, smooched her cheek, smelled her hair,
whispered something into her ear and let her feel his
meat for a few seconds. The girl did nothing to stop
him. She was all flushed and just stared into the
ground. Then he turned on his heels and abruptly walked
away. The girl gave his back a long lingering look
before she attended to her wounded boyfriend.
As usual Fredrik was trying to impress Marianne with his
story-telling. I knew he was infatuated with her. He was
looking at her almost all the time as he rambled on. "I
am sure Christopher's granddad knew that girl. What a
freak! That girl was SO ready for him!"
I tried to observe Marianne's reaction to Fredrik's
disgusting story. She had her face turned away from me
most of the time. Her thick lovely dark blonde hair fell
at an angle that shielded her face from view. She played
with it. She seemed to try to keep her reaction to
herself. She was flushed, though. I think she smiled.
2.
Marianne had never met my grandpa. He was my dad's dad.
Since grandma died a few years back my family hadn't
seen him much. Grandpa didn't like my family, and we
didn't like him. When I was a boy I found him
intimidating, maybe I still do. In my family we agree
that grandpa is full of shit. The last time we saw him
was some year ago. In the presence of my mother he
called my dad and I "two fuckin' limp-dicks." No contact
since that afternoon.
Grandpa used to be an aggressive king of the stock
market, so he was able to take an early retirement. He
is 68 now, and stinking rich. He lives in a luxury flat
in a downtown apartment building.
Grandpa is also ridiculously small, not much more than
1.60, nearly 30 cm shorter than my dad and I. And he is
really ugly. He has got this big, flat potato shaped
nose, brutal-looking, like an ex-boxer. This doesn't
prevent him from being a self-important jerk.
Grandma was his opposite in every respect. Tall,
elegant, beautiful, good-natured, she loved us like
grandparents should. Why did she marry this mean little
runt?
Grandpa's idea of fun seems to be to build even bigger
muscles. The upper part of his body is BIG, but
unappetizingly hairy. Yuck, thank God dad and I had none
of that.
And all the gossip around him! When I grew up he and
grandma lived nearby. People loved to talk about this
old guy who always cheated on his wife. Beautiful women
were coming to his house, some very young, and they
seemed to get younger by the years. Rumors had it that
he had fathered at least a dozen illegitimate children.
My dad was pretty sure grandpa was still paying child
maintenance for at least two.
And of course there were rumors about what this short
old man had, that these willing women liked. We all
agreed that the rumors were disgusting, laughable,
wildly unlikely, and very embarrassing for our family.
At one time my mom wanted to discuss these nasty rumors
with my dad and me. The situation was unacceptable, she
said. If the rumors were true, he was bringing shame to
the entire family. If they were false, he was a victim
of vicious slander. Anyway, "you two men should have a
talk with him."
I remember dad and I both flinched, dad looked at least
as nervous me. How do you "have a talk" with someone
like grandpa?
Grandpa had three more sons. They were all totally
different from dad and me, masculine, successful,
dominant, show-offs - and womanizers. We didn't get on
with any of them.
Marianne had met all of dad's brothers a few times.
Surprisingly, my shy Marianne seemed to find them OK.
Surprising, because nothing annoyed Marianne more than
men who showed off. She was a declared feminist and
couldn't stand male chauvinists. Lucky for us, my uncles
seemed to like Marianne too. Our family could use some
goodwill there, we knew they found us geekish.
3.
Fredrik had left, we were off to bed. Fredrik's story
had made me nervous. When I made it to the bedroom
Marianne was only wearing panties. Her breasts swayed
free, big and white, and long- that was what was so
extraordinary about them - that they were full, and
long, and still so firm. It was cold in the apartment,
and her brown nipples were erect and pointed at me,
accusingly I thought.
Unlike me Marianne had a strong sex drive but she always
seemed to be embarrassed about her lust. Now she worked
her panties off her full, round buns. She kicked them
off, then swung her legs under the covers, which took
long enough to give me a view of her lovely full bush,
and her vaginal lips that flashed unusually moist and
pink between her white thighs. When Marianne undressed
completely I knew she needed sex. I felt more aroused
than I could remember and for once I felt that I would
be up to it. She must have noticed that my penis was
harder and hotter than usual and began fondling it. Her
nipples were really peaked when I touched them.
I put my hand down between her legs and found her hairy
hole. She was very wet and ready, this added to my
excitement, usually I had to rub her up before she
became moist enough for me to insert even a finger. She
caressed my rather unathletic frame while I kissed and
licked her strong, voluptuous body. I always wanted to
comment on her lovely body but I seldom did. Marianne
had too often criticized the objectification of women's
bodies in our society.
"You're already warm and slick. How come so soon?"
"Because I'm anxious, too, Christopher, it's been so
long."
I swung atop her, between her welcoming legs, and,
taking my much less than average sized peter in hand,
began wedging the head into her hot slot.
"Am I hurting you?"
"Not a bit."
Her slippery snatch gobbled me whole in one hungry gulp.
I was into her right up to my balls, and never had
penetration been so easy.
"I'm not... hurting you, am I, honey, I don't want to
hurt you."
"You're not hurting me."
She was throwing it up to me like never before. This
excited me tremendously. I shifted gears and started
fucking her harder and faster than I ever had.
"Oooh Christopher... Oh, yes, darling, yesss! You're a
regular tiger tonight! I like that! A lot!"
For about a half minute, I pounded her lovely butt down
into the mattress. I could actually hear the bedsprings
squeaking beneath us for the first time.
Then our act of lovemaking fast was arriving at the
finish. After a few more vicious thrusts into the
slippery hot entrance to Marianne's writhing, bucking
body, I heaved a gasping groan and hunched into her to
the very hilt.
"I'm not ready... Oh, Christopher, MORE! JUST A LITTLE
MORE. PLEEAASE!"
She was gyrating her rump, bearing down on my prick and
hunching me desperately, even as she felt the sticky-hot
spurts of my emission jetting forth from the head of my
twitching organ.
As usual I started to apologize, but tonight she didn't
comfort me. We took turns in the bathroom. Back in bed,
she turned her face away from mine and we drifted off to
sleep, bodies not touching.
4.
The following Friday I arrived at the gym to play squash
with Fredrik. We had tried to keep in reasonable shape
this last year, and squash is really great exercise.
Walking through the door, my mobile beeped. Fredrik that
jerk, had forgotten our appointment for the third time
this year, he wasn't even in town.
Marianne was sitting on a bench, looking bored. She had
finished her workout. We needed to exchange some keys,
so she had been waiting for me. When she saw me she
stood up and walked over. Behind us I heard a deep voice
addressing me. I recognized it and I almost panicked. It
was my grandpas voice.
"Now, THIS is the encounter of the year!"
Grandpa came straight from some stock holder meeting and
wore a business suit. Marianne had her parka under her
arm, and was wearing a pale blue sweater over her
favorite pair of old jeans.
"This is your girl?"
Grandpa hugged us both affectionately. He looked
energetic like a 20 year old. His eyes were very busy,
with three noticeable stops - Marianne's face (seemed to
approve), her chest (seemed to approve), and her womanly
hips (seemed to approve).
Grandpas grin was wide.
"I say Christopher, your luck in women surpasses my
wildest expectations. You are one fortunate young man. I
noticed Marianne flush, to my surprise she made a curtsy
and said why, thank you."
"I'm so glad to finally meet you," she said. "I have
heard so much about you."
"I was afraid you might have, please forget 95%."
Marianne gave him a shy but obliging smile. "There's
really no need."
"Depends, some would prefer amnesia when my name pops
up." Grandpa sent me a mischievous smile. "Anyway, I
have heard nothing but flatteries about you, seems my
sons have told the truth for once."
Marianne looked flustered, she nervously lifted her hair
up, "Well, I think your sons are very nice as well."
I told grandpa Marianne and I needed to plan the rest of
our day. We found a sofa to sit in and grandpa joined
us, Marianne in the middle.
Grandpa steered the conversation, making some hilarious
comments, a few of them too bold for my taste.
Surprisingly, Marianne did not seem to mind his
boldness, a couple of times she laughed herself silly.
After a few minutes I observed her crossing her legs
inwards towards grandpa and start fussing with her hair.
She was looking very much at ease now, guard totally
down. Marianne was usually not open with strangers, it
caught me by big surprise that she obviously enjoyed
chatting with this old jerk.
They didn't really include me in the conversation and
suddenly I got this crazy feeling that grandpa was
glancing too much at Marianne's generous breasts. And
that she was playing with her hair too much, shooting
that grin at him too much and maybe - I felt paranoia
taking hold - even from time to time peeking at that
very visible bulge in grandpas crotch.
Grandpa leaned towards me, arm around her shoulder.
"Pity about that boy not turning up. I've tried squash a
few times. Fun game. I'll skip the lifting for today and
join you for a match. They let out equipment here."
He turned over to Marianne again.
"And you should stay to watch. I play better with an
audience, and I need to get back at this nice young man
for calling me dirty old man some year ago."
He winked at Marianne and slapped my back.
She readily agreed to stay and watch us play. Grandpa
got his equipment and we turned for the locker room and
changed quickly. Grandpa, I noticed, was even more
muscular than I thought, you could tell now that he was
out of his suit. The sight of his torso drained me of
what I had left of composure. His massive pecs were
covered by a dense mat of salt and pepper hairs. They
flexed, as did his biceps, when he got into shorts and
t-shirt. And I could tell that he - in spite of his
diminutive height - was BIG between the legs.
His shorts left little to the imagination, you could see
everything from the outline of his balls and the head of
his penis, to the length of his shaft that swung as he
moved. In the back of my head I was glad that Marianne
was sitting behind us.
Grandpa played as much to her as to me. I was no match
for him. After hard fought points, of which he won
almost all, he would turn around and wave through the
glass wall or exaggeratedly mop his brow. A few times
Marianne smiled widely and waved back to him. Three
games, 11-4-11-2,11-0, were enough for me. When he
turned for the door I discovered that my humiliating
defeat had given my creepy old grandpa a hard-on.
Before I knew it grandpa was out there talking to
Marianne. He was standing close to her and they made
some small talk I couldn't hear. When I came to, grandpa
added, in a loud voice, so sure, if you ever want to
learn squash, I'll have time to teach you.
He walked down and joined me by the door to the locker-
room hitting me on the shoulder and joking, I'll even
throw in lessons for your young man. But seriously, this
is what's great about being an old man. I have time to
spare.
I could see that Marianne, as she headed for the lobby,
was blushing, but smiling. She threw a tentative glance
back at us, enigmatic look in her eye.
In the locker room grandpa headed for the showers, I for
the locker. I don't like showering in public. When he
finished, he walked up, his towel wrapped around his
waist, humming.. He said "your girl is really nice - and
beautiful." "Yeah, right on both," I replied. "She looks
like a model, he went on, except no models have bodies
like that!"
The old man was getting a little too exuberant for my
taste, and I was just about to change the subject when I
looked up from tying my shoe and almost got slapped in
the nose by his cock. He had unwrapped his towel and was
facing me in the narrow aisle, pulling a shirt over his
head.
Below a disgustingly hairy crotch hung a penis so long
and fat I had never seen anything remotely like it in
any locker room. I felt myself hyperventilate and
redden.
"I have been a tit man all my life. Glad to see it runs
in the family!"
He laughed and elbowed me. Clearly he enjoyed to observe
how his manliness intimidated me.
Grandpa's monster was in my face, swaying from side to
side. He continued with his flattering of my girl and
then, incredibly... the naughty old bastard let his
monster cock start to swell. Right in my face.
I was quick to slid down the bench, excuse myself ( in
an awful hurry, will send my parents your regards) and
leave for the lobby. I was chilled to the bone.
Marianne was waiting for me. She planned to spend the
afternoon in the library downtown. My plan was to walk
home and shower and then do some homework at the
apartment, so I'd be there when she got back. I tried to
guide her to the door but she seemed hesitant and looked
kind of happy when grandpa suddenly emerged. "The
library?" glowing and bouncing on his feet, he asked
Marianne if he could give her a ride, he lived close to
the library.
So before I know it, I'm walking home and grandpa and
Marianne are heading to the parking lot. From the rear
they looked a comical couple, Marianne's clogs made her
look even taller than her 1,80, so she towered over
grandpa. He was talking non-stop, as they turned the
corner he touched Marianne on her arm, I suppose to
emphasize a point, she leaned her head down towards his,
I suppose to hear better.
They faded from view and I left. That walk home was
instructive, I went through two stages: burning
jealousy, then rational thinking. There were two good
reasons why nothing would come of grandpas crude hitting
on my girl: Grandpa, and Marianne. He was more than
three times her age, short, ugly, sexist, reactionary,
and too aggressive. She was young, tall, beautiful, a
sensitive feminist who couldn't stand chauvinism, or
show-offs. Plus, she was my girl. And plus, he was my
grandpa.
So I wasn't really worried. When I asked Marianne what
she thought of grandpa, she said that he was nothing
like anyone she had met. Partly lounge lizard type,
partly biker type grandpa, "probably the funniest man I
have met, I like him."
"That old geezer didn't make your skin crawl?"
"Not that I've noticed."
"I think he's a creepy old man"
"You don't say."
"You don't hate the phony way he acts MAN?"
"I don't think he acts."
Jealousy is a funny thing. It comes and it goes. Without
any incidents to fuel, it tends to fade, except when you
are in certain moods the very absence of evidence seems
like the most obvious evidence of all. I knew that
Marianne was an attractive, sexually desirable woman.
I knew that men were mentally undressing her every day.
And she must have had her share of come-ons and pick up
attempts. But the funny thing was that her statuesque,
smooth beauty tended to intimidate men and protect her
from much serious attention - as did her shy
personality. So the worries I had about grandpa were
basically unprecedented.
Marianne seemed to be in a good mood but also very
absent-minded. She was friendly enough but it wasn't
like she was really there. We talked less and less. My
jealousy grew day by day. She started painting her lips
and nails. I wanted to ask her about that but didn't
dare to. 5.
Friday, two weeks after our squash match I found time to
make a afternoon visit to the gym. Marianne had told me
she would stay at the library until quite late. My shape
wasn't good, my grades were going down and I'd made an
appointment with a personal trainer. Approaching the gym
I saw a couple coming out, laughing.
They walked close, bodies touching, heading for the
parking lot. The girl a head taller than the man. He was
stocky, almost bald, a lot older, but their chemistry
seemed to be more than good. I watched the girl as she
threw her head back and laughed at top of her lungs. At
the same time she pinched the old guy's arm
affectionately and they disappeared into his car.
I was home by 17.30, Katherine not until around ten
o'clock. She smiled at me but didn't approach where I
was sitting in the living room, instead walked back to
our bedroom. I waited a minute, then joined her. She was
leaning into her closet, her empty bag at her feet. I
noticed that her hair looked wet. I sat on the bed and
asked "Darling, I saw you and grandpa coming out of the
gym today?"
She looked up at me and said, "Yes, I met him there. Is
that a problem?"
"No, just that you seemed to be so friendly with him."
"Why shouldn't I be friendly, he's your grandpa."
"Well, you looked very friendly."
"What does that mean?"
"Why, come on, Marianne. He's a dirty old man, have you
met him on several occasions?"
"I have bumped into him a few times at the gym. Why?"
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I knew you'd be this way, questioning me. You
don't trust me."
"Marianne, I wouldn't have minded, it's just a surprise
that you bump into grandpa several times without telling
me about it."
"Why is that surprising? Why is it important? And Hans
is not dirty either. Your family is so prejudiced, he's
actually well-read, a lot more knowledgeable and
artistic than you and I. His amateur paintings will be
exhibited at the Holm Collection next week. You need
talent to get there. And his sense of humor is
priceless.
"It's true that he's old fashioned and a bit sexist, but
if you want to change people's minds, you need to deal
with people with the wrong attitudes. He's not the
problem, you are the problem. You don't trust me and you
don't want me to have a life outside our relationship.
Well, I don't need you to protect me from Hans or anyone
else."
She was really mad, and I was eager to calm her down, to
convince her that I didn't mind her bumping into my
grandpa at the gym from time to time and that I didn't
mind her liking him more than I do.
She said - now very calmly - "That's good Christopher,
and I apologize for not mentioning this to you. Tomorrow
I have an appointment with Hans, he has promised to give
me a few squash lessons. We're leaving early and will be
gone most of the day. Just so you know."
"What? You will spend the entire Saturday with grandpa?
And you are telling me now?"
"What's the problem? You have some mind-blowing fun on
our programme?"
"I simply don't want you to do this! I don't want you to
be with him!"
"But I want to. I enjoy his company."
"Why? Why do you like to be with him?"
"Because he is an interesting man."
"He's not. He's mean!"
"A man isn't mean just because he intimidates a man like
you."
"He's just a stunted old creep."
"Stop your spineless whining. Don't humiliate yourself.
I can't stand that."
"Please, Marianne why are you doing this to me?"
"If you don't want him to see me, go tell him yourself,
and act like a man. For once.
"Fffine!..I might do just that."
"I won't hold my breath. Good night, Christopher."
The next morning Marianne woke up when it was still
dark, showered, and packed a bag. She went out of the
room, and a few minutes later I heard a car pull up. I
got out of bed and peered out between the curtains. It
was grandpa's sports car. Marianne opened the passenger
door and climbed in. The car pulled away. I couldn't
sleep, and got up and shaved and ate breakfast. My
jealousy was killing me.
I noticed that Marianne had left her ordinary backpack
and decided to go through it. She had her keys there,
and there was an unknown key on the chain, with a
plastic cover that read Palace. Palace was grandpas
apartment building. Why did she have the key? They
hadn't known one another long enough for her to be his
full-fledged mistress? In the mood I was in, I just
needed to do something.
A half hour later I was at the Palace. Why did I come
here? What did I expect to find? I felt like an idiot. I
easily got into the building. Grandpa lived on the 4th.
There was no one on his hall, so I walked down to his
door and tried the key. It fit. I was scared but on an
adrenaline high, and was careful to quietly shut the
door behind me and walk carefully. The flat was
overwhelmingly luxurious.
I quickly looked around his bedroom. It had mirrors from
floor to ceiling and in the middle a huge bed. I walked
into the livingroom. There was a bureau, in the second
drawer I found some films, obviously home videos burnt
to DVD. Written on the covers were dates and names of
women. I looked at them all, heart beating. Thank God,
none of them had Marianne's name on it.
On the top of DVD-player I detected another cover. My
heart froze. Written on a strip of tape on the lid was
Marianne's name and a date - yesterday. In some sort of
masochistic haze I put it in the player.
6.
The film starts not more than a half hour after I
spotted them together outside the gym. Marianne and
grandpa are sitting on his huge bed. They are
affectionately touching each other. She is smiling
unusually wide, her cool grey eyes sparkling like I've
never seen.
"Are you as excited as I am? I am thinking about you all
the time."
"Sweetie, I have to tape my dick to be able to walk in
public."
"Oh... aren't you discreet!"
They both laugh. She strokes grandpas cheek and leans
down to give his bald head a few small pecks. She pulls
at his ear. She slips her fingers inside his shirt and
scratches his chest hairs with her pink fingernails.
Puts her sweet lips to his neck and kisses him tenderly.
Then, their mouths lock in a long, very long, very wet,
kiss, sounds of smacking, tongue swirling, moaning. She
is all the time massaging the huge bulge in his crotch.
They come up for breath. Sitting on his lap she begins
to rub noses with him. "You're such a dish!" She looks
him deep in the eyes and starts kissing him again. They
are really into it now. She bobs up and down on his
erection, they grunt, whimper, breathe heavily.
She smooches him all over his homely old man face, she
explores his ears and his nostrils with her tongue.
"God, Hans... you darling man... you brute...what are
you doing to me? I'm flowing like the Niagara. I've
never been so wet in my life!"
"Meaning, not since Wednesday?"
"Noooh! I am getting wetter every time we meet! You will
find out yourself!"
Marianne takes grandpas shirt off. She takes a deep
breath before she attacks his torso. She whiffs and
licks him, pulls her fingers through his abundant chest
hairs, gives his large pecs a good massage, "You're the
hottest." ... "What a stud!" ... "Wild about you."
"Please show me all of this smallboy, Hans" - her voice
sounds so sweet, so subservient, so unfamiliar.
She is stroking his upper arm with her beautiful
fingers.
Grandpa makes a gorilla-like face, grunts and shows off
his rippling biceps. Marianne laughs and coos, sounding
like a cheap bimbo. Gives his huge muscle a lingering
kiss.
She kneels in front of him. The fabric of the spacious
crotch of his trousers is stretched obscenely. She puts
her face to his fly, inhales his scent, bites him a
little, nips him along the entire length of his member.
She struggles with the challenge of opening his
straining fly and by and by slowly works his trousers
off. Nearly half of grandpas erection is not covered by
his briefs. It points straight up along his stomach and
it is colossal.
My girl whispers in a husky voice, "Please show me that
big boy, Hans. ALL OF IT."
The old runt kicks off his briefs and leans back with
his elbows on the mattress.
I have no idea what can prepare you for a sight like
this. A naked grandpa with the looks of a crazy cartoon
porn fantasy? I feel nausea coming on.
The tip of his enormous banana-shaped member meets his
stomach above his navel. From his huge smooth cockhead
pre-cum runs feely down the trunk of his cock. The old
man grins at her, letting my horny girlfriend enjoy the
sight of his wantonness.
His pounding monster moves slowly from left to right. He
shows off with the confidence of a man who KNOWS he is
hot. He spreads his legs wide and lets Marianne have a
good look at his giant balls and the jungle of hairs in
his crotch and ass-crack. His ball sack rests on the
mattress. His twinkling eyes don't leave hers for a
second.
He is very tanned and his old body is sickeningly
perfect.
She starts stroking his tan lines and his hairy,
muscular legs, slowly, slowly, down to his feet. She
takes his socks off. His feet, and I'm really
embarrassed to say this, are also perfect in shape.
Large, with strong, straight toes, so different from my
own crooked ones. She fondles them lovingly, gives him a
naughty smile.
My girl then quickly removes all of her clothes and
joins my naked horny grandpa on his king-size bed.
When I see Marianne's pubic area I am reminded that we
haven't made love for nearly two weeks. Her full bush
has been replaced by a pencil thin strip of pubic hair
leading to her clitoris.
When she moves on all fours to rally grandpa in the
middle of the huge bed, I observe her lovely butt
closely. Her vaginal juices are running down her thighs.
I don't know how long I had been crying. I didn't notice
I was before I sensed snot running over my lip. I
stopped the movie when their disparate bodies embraced,
mouths locked in another passionate kiss. I put my face
in my hands and cried my heart out. I shook like a leaf
in storm.
I felt apathetic when I had recovered a little. I let
the video move forward.
Marianne is planting wet, worshipful kisses upon the
oily, surface of grandpas huge purplish dome. Sordid
sucking sounds fills the room as she goes completely
wild over his long dong.
"It's gorgeous... simply gorgeous," she skins it back
with tender loving care. Purring like a hungry cat who
is finally being fed, she lets her dainty pink tongue
lap up the clear cock-cream that oozes from the pouting
eye of my grandpa's mighty penis. "Mmmmm, what a taste."
Forward again. More of the same. She beats his meat with
her right hand, at the same time she kisses his face
feverishly. She moves her hand to his huge balls, she
rolls them about, squeezes them with a gentle milking
action. Entwining his fingers in the silky strands of
her lovely hair, grandpa roughly jerks her head back
from his loins. Tauntingly grandpa flexes his sex muscle
again and again, making his prick dance in her hands but
holding it away from her.
"Don't tease me, daddy. Give it to me! I must have!"
He laughs, continuing to tease her by keeping the object
of her oral affection just out of her mouth's range.
"Have what, honey?"
"The world's most beautiful dong!"
Forward, play.... they are devouring each other's
bodies. Forward, play, stop. Forward, play, stop. I
watch short glimpses of their unbridled passion. My
grandpa's iron rod not deflating one bit. I had no idea
lovers did things like these to each other. So lewd, so
far from me. I could somehow comprehend that a rutting
male would want to kiss and lick Marianne's dainty toes,
even her beautiful bum. But not that my beloved would
want to kiss my old grandpa here... there... and
ABSOLUTELY everywhere...?
It's just too embarrassing. Forward, forward, play.
Forward, play.
Then I slid down in the sofa and just let the film
finish. I felt like a zombie.
I watch as grandpa penetrates my girl. As soaking wet as
she is, being penetrated by so formidable a weapon is
painful. The little old man's penetration is gentle, it
takes him a couple of minutes to be fully into my tall
full-bodied girl. He starts sliding gently an and out,
and her pain seems to ebb away after some 10-12 strokes.
"Aahh...baby GIRL, that's the BEST pussy! I could fuck
this pussy the rest of my life."
"Oh Hans! Thank YOU! Do it! FUCK ME!
She gazes up at him through glassy eyes. All of a sudden
he starts riding her like a stallion stud servicing a
willing broodmare. Marianne's response is uncontrolled.
Why? Was it the wicked charge of being taken by a little
old brute? Was it the old man's coarse masculinity that
struck a dormant cord in her submissive female nature?
Was is the fact that this sex was so completely
different from the sex she had with me? (I always wanted
to please her - and invariably failed, grandpa just
wanted to please himself - and she went wild). Or was it
the act of mating illicitly with her boyfriend's
grandfather that sent her over the top?
Or was it simply his cock? I still wonder.
"Oh, God, I could hear Marianne moan, matching him
stroke for stroke. I LOVE IT ... YOUR WONDERFUL BIG FAT
DICK!! ...OHHH! MMMMM!.. OH DO IT DADDY! ... FUCK ME
GOOD!
She nuzzles her face into the sweaty crook of his neck,
smack, smack, smack!, she kissed his neck passionately.
She throws her arms around his hairy torso and hugs him
to her like he was the dearest thing in all the world.
They were going at it like a couple of wild animals,
their perspiration-sheened abdomens clapping together
wetly in mid-air.
"Oh.. YESS...you hot-assed little knockout" grandpa
hisses into her ear. Marianne responds by kissing him
passionately on the neck once more and rakes his hairy
buttocks with the sharp edges of her sexy pink-painted
fingernails, much like a rodeo cowgirl might use hers to
spur a bronco in order to make him buck all the harder.
Marianne had never been vocal in bed, much less profane.
"FUCK ME YOU STUDHORSE!!, she pleads, hunching up to
him. HARDER! FASTER! ...OH LORD IN HEAVEN, HANS...YOU'RE
SO GOOD ... SOOO GOOOD! ...STUFF IT UP ME! ...OHHH!! YOU
WONDERFUL BRUTE... GO, GO... RAM ME... RIP ME! DO WHAT
YOU WANT TO ME! OH DADDY! DADDY!! YOU GORGEOUS HUNK!
HUMP IT TO ME!!"
"Arggh!! Honey, that's good!! Where did you learn to use
your pussy like that? Ahhh...Marianne, more... more...
squeeze!!"
I watch grandpas passion-distorted face as my girl
squeezes his dong with her cunt muscles. She then draws
up her legs, bends them at the knees, and plants her
bare feet on the mattress. The muscles in her thighs and
calves contracts smoothly and swiftly as she began
really slamming her sopping wet pussy up to grandpa.
"HURRY HURRY!!, she cries, bucking her greedy cunt up to
him as she tugs at his butt to help him screw into her
all the harder and faster. He can't go deeper; the head
of his pistoning prong must be banging against the neck
of her uterus. I'M COMING!! ... OH YOU'RE SUCH A BRUTE!
... PUSH ME, YOU STUD GRANDPA! PUSH ME OVER! OH GOD
BABY! ... YESSS! I LOVE YOU!"
For more frantic few seconds, they screw like mad,
bouncing up and down on grandpa's bed. With their size
differential he doesn't nearly cover her voluptuous
body. It reminds me of an experienced trainer trying to
tame a bucking young mustang filly.
At regular intervals grandpa aggressively feasts on her
big beautiful tits.
"Arrgh...you horny little treat... I'll fuck you till
you can't stand on your feet..."
Suddenly Marianne loses the cadence. Her body goes rigid
and bows upward. Grandpa drives her lovely rump back
down onto the couch and keeps cramming the meat to her.
She whimpers mournfully and begins shaking all over.
This is just the beginning of her climax,
"WWWHHHAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" she screams, throws back her
head, digging her fingernails into his muscular ass-
cheeks when the full force of her orgasm washes over her
like a surging tidal wave of a tropical sea.
Marianne sobs silently. Grandpa is hard as ever inside
her.
She tries to kiss him, but no, he just pulls her up and
positions her to be taken from behind. Grandpa's
gargantuan, now very slimy, cock is still hard as a
bone, shaft curving at an upward angle so the head of it
points at her ass.
There's a ragged intake of her breath as Marianne's twat
again is forced open to the limit in order to
accommodate the fantastic girth and length of grandpas
inboring bludgeon. Her mouth is open and her eyelids are
clamped shut. A tremor racks her feverish body. She
emits a cry not unlike the bleating of a lamb, when the
fist-like head of grandpas inrushing organ hits the neck
of her womb and shoves that pear-shaped organ of ultra-
femininity a good two inches higher up into her
abdominal cavity.
"OH SWEET JESUS... YOU'RE TOO MUCH... TOO MUCH MAAAN!,
she gasps, shuddering all over. OOOOH... YOU'RE
STRETCHING ME SO MUCH! GAWD ALMIGHTY! ... SO GOOOOD!
With a grunt, he begins humping away, giving it to her
hard and fast, right from the start. This is raw,
primitive sex, wicked and sinful.
"I NEVER had pussy like this!! Marianne, you have a
snapper! Your pussy is fantastic! Squeezin' my pecker
like nothing I have felt!!"
"DO IT! OH GRANDPA, DO IT TO MEEE!" she rasps, rolling
her head sensually from side to side. Marianne looks
like she can hardly catch her breath, so fast and
furiously is the little old brute screwing into her. She
looks like a rag doll being shaken by a vicious,
snarling dog.
"WHAT A WOMAN! WHAT A BODY! WHAT A PUSSY!"
He is now fucking her with his super hairy ass to the
camera. Moans and sighs of sexual delight pours from
Marianne's lips. The thickness of his pumping prong
makes the inflamed petals of her sex flower fold inward
each time he fills her with it. Then, during the
outstroke her crimson cuntal lips clings to his
retreating shaft tightly, distending out obscenely from
her body as if reluctant to lose his precious penis for
even a fraction of a second.
"OHHH," she sighs, matching him stroke for stroke now.
"OH, HANS!!.. WHAT A LOVER!.. YOU BIG NASTY GRANDPA!"
"UHMMM...THAT'S GOOD, LOVER GIRL!! CLAMP IT DOWN! I CAN
TAKE IT! I LOVE IT!"
Marianne's reply is a quickening of her raspy breathing
and an urgent plea of, "Fuck me ... fuck me ... FUCK
MEE!" And now she is coming again, throwing back her
head as the floodgates of pleasure burst open with her,
and crying out in ecstasy, "AAAAAAHHHHHHHH... OH, MY
DARLING OLD BULL... I LOVE YOU!.. YOUUU!.. OH, GOD...
GGOOD... OOOOHHHH... AAAAAAHHHHHHH!"
The intensity of her climax is tremendous. Grandpa pulls
his cock out and to my utter amazement I see her squirt
huge amounts of clear liquid straight into grandpa's
loins. She gasps for air, moaning and sobbing
blissfully, her entire body shivers with the rapture of
it as grandpa puts it back.
Marianne whimpers with delight, she is still in the
final throes of her coming.
"Oh baby I am so sorry about that... I didn't mean to...
I don't..."
"It's good to you, my little hot-cunt?"
"Oh Hans!.. HANS !, you are the most incredible man in
the world!," she whimpers. "And you still haven't come!
You old super stud!"
"You loved that hosing I gave you? He slaps her buttocks
affectionately a few times. "I never had a woman hotter
than you."
"Auch!! God, YES daddy, your beautiful, incredible
monster... I love it to pieces!"
Her hair is disheveled. Her cheeks are flushed. The
nipples of her beautiful breasts are crinkled and
pointed with desire. She looks positively ravishing.
She wants grandpa to come down for some smooching. He is
not in the mood for that. I see her hand tremble visibly
when she takes hold of grandpa's long member and fits
the forefront of the plum-like dome into her flooding
pussy. Grandpa pushes her legs up behind her head. He
presses forward and forces the mushrooming crown into
her fluttering gap. Once he has the head securely inside
her heated box, he plunges the rest of his huge phallus
into her with one rough stroke. "Aahh girl you've made
me hornier than a 4-balled tomcat!!"
"Gaaa-AAAHHHHHH!" Marianne cries out, then she sucks in
her breath raggedly as a tremor washed over her
perspiration-sheened torso. The sudden penetration snaps
her out of it immediately. "OH JESUS...YESSSS!.. HOOK IT
INTO ME, YOU WONDERFUL MAN! GODDAMN, GRANDPA HANS! IT'S
THE BEST THING IN THE WORLD! THAT BIG HARD BULLCOCK OF
YOURS!! FUCK IT INTO ME!"
The bed sounds like it would collapse at any second, so
violently is he hammering away at her. Marianne loves
his rough and raunchy type of sexing, for above the
rasping of the bedsprings and the pounding of the
headboard against the wall, I hear my lovely young
girlfriend calling out encouragements to her ravisher.
"YOU DARLING GRANDPA BRUTE!! YOUR'E NOT FOR REAL!"
Marianne shrills, slamming her sopping cunt up to meet
him stroke for belly-slapping stroke. "SCREW ME, YOU
FANTASY MAN! CRAM THAT GORGEOUS HUNK OF HORSECOCK CLEAR
UP TO MY TITS!.. GO FOR IT YOU OLD DISH... FUCK! FUCK!
FUCK... FUCK ME LIKE ONLY YOU CAN!"
"Now, girl, let's slow down a little before the grand
finale."
He slows down on their violent mating, he is on top, his
body 20 cm shorter than hers. They are both short of
breath. The huge prong in her soaked pussy is hardly
moving.
"Glad to see you have a good time, sweetie."
"Glad to see you enjoy me, darling."
"Never known a beauty so neglected as you, sweetie."
"Never knew a man could please a girl like you can,
darling."
"If this punk was my real grandson I would have whopped
him good for neglecting you like this, sweetie.."
"Wouldn't have blamed you, darling, but I don't think it
would have helped much."
They both laugh.
"Are you absolutely sure Christopher's dad is not your
son, Hans?"
"Mhhm. We married young. When I left for 15 months in
the army, Ruth was used to getting it several times a
day. She was the most beautiful woman in town and she
loved every hosing I gave her. She took an impotent
pretty boy from down the street into her bed. Any fool
can see that Christopher and his dad are this sod's
offspring. Like everyone can see that my sons are mine."
"Hans..."
"Hmm..."
"Why do you change girlfriends so often? Do you think we
will...stay together... for some time?"
"Marianne... I have been a player all my life. But I
won't lie. I have a crush on you. My bed will be yours
for as long as you want it."
Her cheeks are flushed with desire. Her pale thick hair
is in a state of enticingly sensual disarray. Her full
pink lips are puffy with passion.
She lets her fingers drift over "grandpas" ugly face.
Tears come to her eyes and her lips quiver. I can hear a
sweet, very soft "Thank you, Hans. It is two weeks now
since you first let me come to this bed. Please, fuck me
like never before."
The hairy buns of "grandpa's" muscular rump tells me
that he is speeding up his thrusts. She sighs again and
again as her hungry hot hole takes plunge after plunge
of his woman-stretching prick, her long arms and legs
holding my "grandpas" little body.
"OH GOD! MY DARLING... DARLING! COME... YOU HORNY
ANIMAL... MAKE THAT OLD FANTASYCOCK SHOOT! BEFORE YOU
DRIVE... ME COMPLETELY... INSANE! OHHH... OH SHIT! I'M
COMING AGAIN ALREADY! OHH, OHHH,OOOHHH! MAKE THAT FUCKER
COME, SUGAR! SQUEEZE THAT DONG! HOLD IT! ARGGH BABY
YOU'RE A NATURAL! SHAKE ME WITH THAT SNAPPING PUSSY!
PULL ME OFF... I LOVE YOU!"
Marianne throws back her head. Her mouth is open and her
eyes rolled up in their sockets till only the whites
could be seen. Her entire body breaks out in a film of
perspiration and she starts shaking like a leaf. A
measles-like sex rash appears all over her chest and
abdomen. This is by far her most intense climax.
She sobs in ecstasy and clings like a monkey to the much
smaller man who has plunged her into this wonderful
moment. And then, just as her orgasmic contractions are
beginning to weaken, he lunges into her right up to his
quivering balls and seems to be trying to stuff them
into her pussy, too. She must feel his prick jerking
spastically and know that he is about to come. The
ballooning head of his pecker must be pressed tightly
against the mouth of her womb.
"MY LITTLE SWEETIE!! NOWWW!"
Lost in the carnal rapture of the orgasmic moment,
Marianne blabbers. "FEEL U... OOOHHH! GGAAWWDD... COME,
DARLING, COME... SHOOT IT... DEEP AND HOT! FILL ME UP
LIKE ONLY YOU CAN!! ... OHH! YOU OLD WONDERSTUD! GIVE ME
ALL YOUR SPUNK!! ... GIVE ME A BUCKETFUL! ... I WANT
YOUR BABY!! KNOCK ME UP!"
My "grandpas" big sticky hot jets of ejaculate spurt up
into her most feminine organ. It is gushing out of him
under terrific pressure, obviously splatting against the
tender mouth of my beloved's womb.
I watch as "grandpa" empties his balls in her, both of
them shuddering ecstatically, Marianne sobbing brokenly
"so much... so much...," while "grandpa" roars out like
a lion, in the age-old fashion of the superior rutting
alpha male seeding his female mate.
7.
I went to "grandpas" luxury bathroom. I wrapped my cum-
stained handkerchief in toilet paper and put it in my
pocket. For the first time in my life I'd had two
discharges on the same day. I took a shit. I took my
time.
Back in the living-room, the film is about to finish.
Marianne is resting on top of him, her voluptuous body
covering his body.
"You made me come like 20 times."
"You deserved everyone."
"You remember when we left the gym that first Friday?"
"Mhmm."
"When you told me a girl like me deserved a life-
altering experience?"
"Mhmm."
"And I laughed and said who'd be able to deliver that?"
"Mhmm."
She holds his head and looks deep into his eyes.
"I just want you to know that my life changed the first
time we shared this bed. Forever. You have taught me
what is most important between a man and a woman."
Her mouth seeks his again.
I put the DVD into the cover, sneaked out, went home. I
needed to think about what I had feared and now knew was
true. I needed to think about what I had no idea about
and now knew was true.
I had gotten what I came for, gotten what I had coming
to me...
I didn't know what I would do. What would you do if you
found out your grandpa had taken your girl?
END
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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