All the way to the car, I shivered with anticipation. I could not wait to get alone with Grampa, in his place. No one would interrupt us, or accidently catch us, so our little secret remained safe. Oh, what we could do to each other in the privacy of his bedroom. I climbed into the back seat with him, and could tell by his trembling fingers, he was just as excited with me. I snuggled up close to him pretending to be tired.
Mom turned around, and hissed, “You make sure you mind Grampa or there will be hell to pay when you get home Deana.”
Oh that woman could not resist the urge to put a damper on my elated mood. However, it wasn’t going to happen. I ignored her statement up scooted closer to Grampa.
I answered her in a calm tone. “Yes mother.”
Grampa spoke up, and lied. “She’ll behave or it will be the last time she spent the night at my house.”
It wasn’t long till we pulled up in front of Grampa’s small house. I got out, as well as my parents. They escorted me to the door, then hugged me goodbye. I was hoping they would not sense trembling with anticipation.
My dad hugged me, and asked, “Deana you’re shaking, are you cold?”
“Yes,” I lied.
My mom then spoke up and said, “Well get inside, take a nice warm shower and curl up under the blankets, you’ll be warm in no time. You have fun baby; daddy will pick you up tomorrow afternoon.”
Daddy hugged me tight, “I’ll be back here around five pm Sunday, now scoot it’s, time for bed. Enjoy yourself honey.”
I practically ran into the house, enjoy myself was an understatement. Tonight, I won’t be treated like a teenager, but a woman. I could feel my juices soak my panties.
Once inside the door and we knew they had driven off, Grampa locked the door and pulled me into his arms. “Damn, I thought they’d never leave. Come here darling, give Grampa some sugar.”
I walked into his arms, put my arms around his neck and planted one on him that would curl his toes. I felt the tingle clear to my clit.
I trembled with desire and when the kiss was over purred, “I love you Grampa.”
His eyes sparkled with lust and he hissed his reply. “I love you too honey, God I cannot wait to taste you, and fuck you.”
“Mmm, I love kissing you, playing with your cock, tasting it, sucking it, but best of all, fucking you. You treat me like a woman, not a child.”
“Honey, you’re almost seventeen, and to me, you are my woman.”
“Oooh your woman huh, I like the sounds of that.”
He glanced at his watch, “It's 1 a.m. Baby, I think we should get ready for bed.”
I frowned, “But I am not tired.”
“Who said anything about sleeping? Do you want to play a game with Grampa?”
“Sure why not, I love your games!”
Grampa instructed me to strip, and do it slowly as he watched. After all there was not a chance we’d get caught at this hour.
I stripped, watching him tremble, and noticing his cock tenting his pants. I removed my t-shirt making sure to tweak my already hard nipples. He gasped, and removed his shirt. I unzipped my pants and observed him doing the same. God, my clit was hard and throbbing already.
I stood there for a moment, running my hands slowly and seductively, all over my body. His cock was standing erect and oozing. I licked my lips hungrily. I knew we’d fuck again that night, as it was not our first time doing so. Oh god I loved the way his cock slid into my hole, as he sucked my tits.
I began shaking and squealed. “Mmmmm, I like your hot, hard, cock Grampa. I bet you jack off a lot. I can’t wait to suck it and feel it inside my hot twat tonight. ”
“You know I love stroking it, especially when I think of your naked body, and you are masturbating. God I cannot wait to fuck you, but let’s continue the game.”
“Okay what do you want me to do next Grampa?”
Grampa licked his lips, and growled, “Rub your tits for me. That's it, oh fuck baby you are so fucking hot.”
I moaned loudly, as my fingers rolled, pulled, and pinched each nipple. I noticed his hand reaching down, and stroking his cock, slowly.
“Ooooh Grampa, I love playing with my tities!”
With a raspy, gasping voice he answered. “I know, I love to watch you too. Fuck, you’re making my dick throb!”
I moved onto the bed, spread my legs wide, and continued to tantalize my nipple with one hand as my other reached for my hot pussy. I loved doing that too, it makes me cum so hard. I closed my eyes for a moment, basking in the moment, and when I opened them there was Grampa standing at the foot of the bed, watching, and stroking.
I thought to myself, ‘Dang it Deana, you’re a hottie to cause a hard-on from a 60 year old man.’
I spread my legs wider and purred, “Oh look my cunt is all wet and shiny!”
His eyes were glassy with lust and he blurted out, “Rub your clit honey; let me hear you moan in pleasure. Oh fuck, do it baby, cum for Grampa!”
I did as instructed, shaking so badly with an impending climax I thought I would pass out. I looked him straight in the eyes and shouted, “Oooooh Grampa, I am going to cum!”
He climbed onto the bed, as he answered, “Good honey, because Grampa cannot wait, I need to fuck your hot cunt, NOW!”
As I rubbed my clit, he took his cock and teased the outer rim of my pulsating hole. That did it, I began to climax and she shoved his cock all the way inside me, fucking me, with deep, long strokes.
“Oooh fuck honey, I love fucking your hot cunt, it’s so damn tight. Kiss me Deana, I’m about to blow my load!”
I watched him for a moment slide in and out throbbing vagina. I put my arms around his neck, pulled him to my lips and just before kissing him whispered, “Cum for me!”
All I could hear his heavy, loud panting, and he thrust his cock into me went ridged.
He bellowed, “Oooh fuck, I’m cumming Deana!”
He then kissed me hard, and passionately, as our tongues did the dance of lovers.
We lay there locked in each others arms basking in the afterglow. After a few minutes he suggested, “How’s about you and I take a shower before going to bed, to sleep?”
“That sounds like fun, but I warn you, I might want to play some more.”
“You little minx, Grampa is all played out, However, you know I cannot resist making you cum.”
We showered, and I came again. Following the shower, we dried off. He told me to brush my teeth as he went and got me a t-shirt; after all, he would not want his son to catch us naked in bed. ,
As I brushed my teeth, I thought, “What would daddy do if he caught us in bed naked? I wonder what it would feel like to have both men, doing me.”
I shoved that idea out of my mind, for now. As I needed to get some sleep.
It wasn’t long till we curled up in each others arms, and I fell asleep dreaming of daddy fucking my mouth as Grampa did my twat.
I awoke with the birds chirping, sunlight shining on me, and Grampa between my legs. I yawned and squealed, “Hungry were you. Oh god, I love the way you eat pussy.”
“Deana. I could not resist there you were sleeping beautifully with your legs spread and your pussy was begging to be eaten. After all I love pussy-pie for breakfast.”
I lay back as his continued eating me. He started licking my clit as he hands rolled, pinched, and pulled at my nipples. This treatment continued for almost three minutes, when I shook all over and covered his face with my juices.
When he looked up at me, his whole face glistened with moisture and I laughed.
I pulled at him and shrieked, “Fuck me Grampa!”
He moved up, spread my pussy lips with one hand, and then began to rub my whole pussy with his hard, dripping cock.
I could see the lust in his eyes as our lips met, and we kissed deep and hard.
As we kissed, he grasped the head of his cock and placed it in my hole, and I pushed my hips into him. We fucked long, and hard.
I wanted the moment to last forever. However, I could feel another climax began to build waiting to surge through me.
He sensed it, and reached down with one hand, and pinched my clit lightly.
That sent me over the edge. “Grampa, oh fuck, I Cumming!”
He looked into my eyes lovingly, and shoved his cock deep one last time, and exploded deep inside me.
When finished, we cuddled up in each others arms. I looked up into his loving face and confessed, “I could do this forever you know.”
“I could too, maybe every other weekend, you could spend then night. I’m sure your parents will love the privacy as well.”
I laughed, blushed, and blurted out, “I know, but I just can see them fucking like this and having a good time.”
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