by Izzy Slam
I cupped her pussy and she purred. Her lips were hot and wet. I parted them and dipped inside her entrance before coming out to swirl her clit.
She moaned and bucked her hips. “Oh Papa…”
Shit. I needed to make her cum so I could too.
I stood up and told her to lie down.
She crawled along the bed, wiggling that big ass of hers and teasing me something ferocious before getting settled where I slept. I stared at her breasts as I got completely undressed.
I knew I looked good for a man approaching sixty. I don’t have one of those smooth, hairless chests like some women like nowadays. Call me crazy, but I think plenty of them appreciate a man with some body hair. And based on the way Clarisse was touching herself, I’d say she liked the gray hairs covering my muscular chest.
“You look perfect,” I told her as I got settled between her legs. “And now Papa is going to give you a perfectly intense orgasm.”
“Mmmm,” she said, lifting her legs up and holding onto the backs of her thighs. Damn, she had this “innocent slut” thing down. It’s like she couldn’t wait to feel my tongue on her pussy.
I know I couldn’t wait to taste her myself.
I started by licking the inside of her thighs while I dragged my fingertip up her slit. Her juices pooled out and I swiped some up, sucking it off the tip of my finger.
I glanced up at Clarisse, and she was digging her teeth into her lower lip. I planted a few more kisses along her inner thigh, moving to her labia and swiping my tongue along the fleshy tissue.
“Yes,” she hissed, parting her legs wider.
My dick throbbed, and my balls started to seriously hurt. So as much as I wanted to tease her all day, I needed to expedite the situation. I used my fingers to pull open her labia and admired how wet she was. Her clit bounced lightly as I blew a soft stream of air from my lips.
I smiled and buried my face into to her deliciousness, inserting my tongue into her tunnel then moving up to take care of business. I licked her hard little bump, back and forth, up and down, moving quickly then slowly.
She bucked her hips up and her thighs trembled, her breasts wiggled, her back arched.
I pushed a finger inside of her, moving slowly so I didn’t break that cherry of hers. When I felt the thick wall of tissue, I paused, curled my finger up, and massaged her vaginal wall.
“Oh god, I’m going to cum, Papa!” she cried out.
I kept doing what I was doing, flicking and fingering, and feeling those walls tighten around my digit.
Fuck, I was so turned on, I could hardly think straight. She clamped her thighs against my ears as I made her cum, her squeals turning me on to no end.
I sucked her clit past my lips and felt it bump around on my tongue as she writhed on the bed.
Damn, what a sexy little minx she was.
But my cock was seriously about to explode.
I got up and climbed on top of her, slipping the head of my cock past her folds. She looked a little scared, her body tensing underneath mine.
“I promise I’ll go slow, doll.”
“No, it’s not that,” she said. “I want to suck it.”
My cock bounced. I loved getting head, but I wouldn’t last more than one or two sucks. “You sure? I may cum in that pretty mouth of yours.”
She smiled at me, and her cheeks reddened. “I’ve always wanted to do it, and I saw your cock. It looks so very suckable.”
I growled and told her to sit up. She leaned against the headboard and I knelt in front of her. “Just treat it like a popsicle, sweetheart. Suck it up and down nice and slow.”
She licked her lips and gripped my shaft. A voluminous amount of clear pre-cum oozed out of my hole, and she wiped it away with her tongue.
“Oh damn, baby. That’s nice.” I reached underneath me and found those gorgeous tits of hers, finding her nipples and twirling them softly as she began sucking on the head of my cock.
Her lips were so tight as she bobbed up and down, and her moans of pleasure showed me that she liked making me feel good, and she was down with nipple stimulation.
I couldn’t believe how good she was. Then again, she was so fucking sexy she didn’t have to really try. Her face was angelic with her eyes closed and her lips moving over my shaft. Her little sounds of pleasure were driving me insane, and the way her nips felt against the tips of my fingers, hard and soft at the same time.
I felt the pressure build too fast to be able to stop it, and in less than a minute, I could feel that heat circulating through my veins, that tightness in my balls, and the ecstasy come to a head.
“Here it comes, baby,” I grunted.
She opened her eyes and peered up at me, and I saw that look of fear and desire again. My cock pulsed a hard jet of cum right into her mouth, and it came out with so much force, I was worried it would be too much.
But her tongue extended down the underside of my shaft as she gulped the first spurt, and I growled as the second one came out, watching her face morph into one of pleasure as she kept swallowing all that I gave her.
“Damn, sweetheart. You’re making Papa feel so good right now.”
She smiled, keeping her lips clamped down around my throbbing cock.
“Shit yeah…” I moaned, thrusting a little deeper in her mouth. Her tonsils seemed to grip my cock head, massaging out one more small burst of seed.
But as good as this mouth was, I really wanted to dump a load in that pretty pussy of hers.
“I’m going to show you how good it feels to have eight inches of dick in your pussy, sweetheart. Now why don’t you be a good girl and sit in your papa’s lap.”
I sat on the bed with my back to the headboard and watched my pretty, curvy granddaughter spread her legs and straddle me. Her pussy was inches from my dick.
“I’m nervous, Papa,” she said, running her hands down the fuzz on my chest.
I gripped the base of my cock, not at all surprised that I was still hard as ever. In fact, just looking at Clarisse’s creamy skin, large breasts, and round, supple curves was making my balls fill up with another huge load for my new little delight.
“I know you are. It’ll feel so good, baby.”
I gripped the back of her head and pulled her to me for a kiss. She purred in my mouth, lifting her ass up just enough for me to wiggle the head of my cock around her sopping wet entrance.
I darted my tongue inside her mouth, and she kissed me with so much passion it made my cock pulse and throb. Clarisse ran her hands through my salt and pepper hair, and I placed my hands on her hips, pushing her down over my cock.
Her walls gripped me tight, but she was so slick with her own desire, it was easy to go deep.
Clarisse let out a small yip as her cherry hugged the head of my cock, but she quickly resumed kissing me like a horny little slut.
My cock grew larger, harder, and as Clarisse sat up after kissing me, she pressed her palms over my pecs and thrust her pelvis forward, gliding a little further down.
I looked at her enormous tits, cupped them and pressed them together, and flicked my tongue back and forth over her nipples as she mewed in pleasure.
My cock strained and throbbed as the pressure against her cherry mounted, and when she let out a slight hiss, I felt it give way to my manhood.
She was all the way down, her ass grinding against my thighs as she started riding me like a cowgirl.
“Oh Papa, it feels soooooo good,” she cried out.
The flesh of her hips bounced as she rode me, and I watched the look of pleasure as it spread across her face.
“Baby…” I groaned.
She bit her lip and bobbed her body up and down, her pussy milking my cock as I watched her tits sway.
God, she was so amazingly sexy.
I let her have her fun for a while. I reached down and played with her clit, teasing it with my thumb and making her cum three times. But when I got close to shooting my second load, I wanted to be looking at that nice r
ound ass of hers.
I got her positioned on all fours, fondling her tits as I entered her from behind.
She laid her head down on the bed, and I held her hips steady.
“Give it to me, Papa,” she breathed.
“Oh, I’m going to, baby.”
I plunged balls deep, looking down at those thick, meaty lips of hers kissing my cock as I rode her good and hard. Her wet pussy was gripping me so tightly, I knew I wouldn’t last long with the way her voluptuous curves were bouncing with each thrust.
I pummeled her harder, slamming her ass up against me until she cried out over and over that she was cumming.
“Oh yes, Papa! Don’t stop!”
I groaned as her fingers gripped the bedspread. I could feel her pussy tightening with each orgasm, and my seed shot out inside her cunt, long pulses that made my entire body shudder.
I heard my balls slapping against her pussy, and I wondered if they were hitting her clit. I reached around and diddled her pearl for a few minutes as our orgasms faded out.
When the last of my seed was in her belly, I laid down and pulled her to me in a spoon.
“Damn, girl. You’ve got a body I could cum in every day.”
She tightened her fingers around my arm and brought my hand to her lips, kissing it softly.
“I wish we could make that happen. I never expected sex to feel that good the first time.”
I kissed the top of her shoulder. “Well, we’ve got the next four days to ourselves. Guess we’ll just have to make the most of it.”
She rolled over to face me. “I guess so, Papa.”
I felt my cock stiffen again as she tossed her leg over my side and started kissing me. I had a feeling we were both going to be sore and exhausted by the time these four days were up.
But it would be worth it.
~The End
“Debra”
***
When I go out with the guys, I find my step granddaughter working at a topless bar. I don’t quite know what to say. On the one hand, I ought to turn her over my knee. On the other hand, I want to turn her over my knee.
You see my dilemma?
Yeah, well, my next dilemma comes when she starts making the moves on me…
“Frank, I believe it’s your turn to buy the next round of drinks.”
“I’m going right now. Make sure that cute redhead doesn’t leave while I’m getting you fuckers beer.”
Tom and Alan laughed as I made my way to the bar. We had decided to hit this topless bar in the city that opened up last month. It was a cool concept: no strippers, just naked-from-the-waist-up wait staff. There were a few guys that worked here, but it was a mostly female establishment, with mostly male patronage.
Before I arrived at the bar, I spotted the cute bartender with her long, dark hair and ample breasts. Holy smokes, she was a hot one. A quick glance at her face made me think she looked an awful lot like my granddaughter. Fuck, I didn’t care. My granddaughter Debra was a little hottie, too. I’d bang her in a second.
I know how perverted that makes me sound but hear me out. She’s my son-in-law’s daughter, so she isn’t my flesh and blood. They’ve been married for about seven years, and I’ve always thought Debra was cute, but not long after her eighteenth birthday, she got a boob job, and I couldn’t help but notice all her glorious curves and other attributes. She’s now twenty-one and gorgeous as ever.
I flashed a smile as I got closer to the girl behind the bar, and that’s when I realized that she looked like my granddaughter because she was my granddaughter. The smile faded from my lips just as hers began to take shape.
“Granddaddy? Oh my god, hey!”
What the…? She didn’t seem at all unnerved by the fact that I was here, or that she was naked. Ok, naked from the waist up.
“Debra? What in God’s name are you doing here?” I asked, leaning forward, and yes, stealing a quick look at her chest. Damn, her boob job was … magnificent. They looked completely natural.
“I work here, obviously. If I had known you were coming, I would have reserved a table close to the bar here.”
Oh my. She really was comfortable in her own skin. I honestly wasn’t sure how to react. My granddaughter was too sexy to be showing off her body like this. I ought to turn her over my knee. But then again, the thought of doing that just made me hard.
I stole another peek at her tits, and my dick bumped. I’ve been to plenty of strip clubs, and I’ve never reacted to the women there like this. I mean, sure, most strippers are sexy as fuck, but I knew for a fact that if this was any other topless bartender, I’d order my three beers, admire her rack for a few seconds, and move on.
I was getting hard because it was my granddaughter who was standing here before me, bare tits and all.
“Granddaddy? Are you with me?” she asked, waving a hand in front of my face.
“Uh, yeah. I’m right here, baby. I mean Debra.” I didn’t realize I had been standing there staring at her tits like a fucking moron.
“Okay, well, what do you want to drink?” She flashed me that gorgeous smile of hers.
“Three drafts, and maybe a dozen hot wings.”
“Coming right up. Where are you sitting, by the way?”
I nodded to my right. “At one of the booths in the corner. I’m with two friends.”
She peered over to where Tom and Alan were seated and tucked some loose hair behind her ears. “Okay. You can head back to your booth if you want. I’ll bring it over when it’s ready.”
I swallowed hard and nodded. “We’ll be waiting.”
I spun around and made my way back to my buddies. Neither one of them had met Debra, though they may have seen some pictures of her. We all worked at the factory downtown, but Debra had never stopped in to visit me.
I wondered if I should just tell them we should leave. That it was too busy. Or that the wings down the street were way better. But I doubted they would recognize her anyway.
Not long after I sat back down, Alan announced that he needed to use the restroom, and Tom said he was going outside for a smoke. Minutes later, Debra came prancing across the room, her skimpy black shorts showing off her tanned legs, and her tits swaying to and fro as she carried a tray holding our beer and chicken wings. Damn her and those magical curves.
“Where’d your friends go?” she asked, setting our things down on the table top.
“They stepped away for a minute.” Fuck, it was all I could do to avoid staring at her round breasts, her nipples looking like little cherries waiting to be licked. Not by me, of course. But by some other lucky mother fucker.
“I go on break in a few minutes. Why don’t you meet me outside? There’s a patio out back for the employees.”
I was a little shocked, but I decided I should chat with her for a few minutes. If nothing else, I could try to talk some sense into her about working at a place like this.
“Sure, baby. I’ll meet you outside in a few.”
She winked and walked away. I turned to watch her, shaking my head in disbelief at how hot she was.
When Alan and Tom came back, I told them it was my turn. “Save me a few wings. I have some shit to deal with.”
“Uh-oh,” Alan muttered.
I chuckled softly as I made my way to the back of the restaurant, looking for the exit sign. As soon as I stepped outside, I saw Debra standing off to the side, smoking a cigarette and giggling with one of her co-workers, both of them topless and beautiful as hell.
The girl she was with had short blond hair and was extremely cute. She took one look at me, swung her head back towards my granddaughter, and fanned her face, mouthing a Damn.
I had always been told I was attractive. I was in my early sixties, but I worked out regularly, and apparently a lot of women go wild over silver hair.
“I’ll see you when your break’s over,” her friend said. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”
Debra bit her lip and smirked before elbowing the blond in
her arm. And as she brushed past me, she smiled and wiggled her eyebrows. I wasn’t sure if there was some hidden meaning behind this exchange, but my eyes were too busy stuck staring at her tiny breasts and hard nipples that I didn’t care about hidden meanings.
“Granddaddy, you didn’t bring your beer out here.”
“I wasn’t planning on staying out here very long. To be honest, I’m surprised to see you working at a place like this.”
She made a face. “What do you mean, ‘a place like this’? What’s wrong with it?”
“I didn’t mean it the way it sounded,” I told her, holding up my hands in self-defense. “It’s just not a place I would have expected you to work. You’ve always been so … modest, I guess.”
An ashtray rested on the table next to her, and she tapped her cigarette out, her large breasts wiggling side to side. My dick bumped in my pants, and I knew it would be a challenge to stay out here very long without getting major wood.
“I was modest when I was younger because Mom basically shamed me into covering up every square inch of my body. Well,” she said, turning to face me with her hands on her hips, those jugs of hers taunting me as they hung there, full and proud. “Now I don’t have anyone to shame me, nor do I need anyone’s permission about who I show my body to. And that includes you.”
Her eyes blazed as she took a step forward, and it was clear I had triggered a nerve. Not something I had intended in any way, shape, or form. I pressed a palm to her face, stroking her softly. “Sweetheart, you don’t have to feel ashamed for working here. You’re fucking beautiful. I was just surprised. That’s all.”
Her face relaxed a little as she lowered her head. “Sorry, Granddaddy. I didn’t mean to be so rude.”
“You don’t have to apologize, sweetheart. I’m the one who should be saying I’m sorry for being a douche.”
She wrapped her arms around my waist, and I immediately felt her breasts push against my chest. Blood rushed through my cock as I hugged her back, pulling her tightly to me in the hopes that I could memorize the way she felt.
Damn, I was a perverted asshole for feeling this way. And I’d always hated double standards, but I had essentially just pushed one on my granddaughter. I ought to be ashamed of myself.
