by Izzy Slam
My cock was poking her entrance, so I pushed all the way in until I banged into her cervix. I pushed up on my arms and stared at her tits as I began to fuck her hard.
She arched her back as I pummeled her pussy. Her tits bounced furiously, and her eyes rolled back inside her head.
“Gonna cum…” she muttered. “Don’t stop…”
I rammed my cock inside of her good until her mouth moved into the shape of an “Ooooh” and she released multiple cries of pleasure. Her pussy gripped my cock like she owned it, making another orgasm imminent. It was nice to know that she could cum with a good, hard fuck. Because I was always down with that.
Once her pussy relaxed and her cries had abated, I pulled out, my cock glistening with her fluids, and rolled her over on her stomach.
I pulled her ass up and pushed into her from behind.
“I’m going to finger fuck that ass of yours, sweetheart.”
She rolled her head to the side and bit her lower lip. “Yes, please…”
I shoved my dick in her cunt and spat a thick glob of saliva on her puckered rose. I then pressed my thumb past her entrance as she mewed.
Fuck, she was so tight. I worked my digit in and out of her bottom in rhythm with my fucking, moving slowly at first, then picking up the pace.
Her round ass looked amazing as I fucked her. I popped her on the cheek with my free hand, causing her to yip and buck against my thrust.
My balls were filled to the hilt with another full load of cum, and as I drove my finger out of her asshole and felt the way her pussy was milking my length, I ended up spurting inside of her through a loud growl.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” I roared, slamming into her until my balls slapped against her pussy lips.
She gripped the covers with her fingers and moaned, and I had the pleasure of watching her pretty asshole twitch as it came around my finger. That sent me over the edge, and I dumped several more jets of hot cum.
“Give it to me,” she cried.
I thrust as deeply as I could before my dick oozed out its final load of jizz. I wiggled my thumb around inside her bottom, felt it squeeze me a few more times before I pulled it out.
Monica rolled on her back and spread her legs for me, but there was no way I could go again just yet.
“That was amazing, Granddaddy,” she said.
Her cheeks were rosy, and I could tell she was satisfied.
I laid down next to her, propping up on one elbow and cupping her breast with my left hand.
“Yes, it was damn good.”
“Did you plan that?” she asked, trailing a finger along my chest.
I shook my head. “Nope. I just got a severe erection when I started spanking you. Guess I’m just a big old pervert.”
She laughed and rolled onto her side, kicking her leg over my hip. “I like perverts. I’m kind of one myself.”
“Oh really? The bag of sex toys never would have given that away.” I kissed her on the forehead.
“I can’t help it that I like sex,” she joked, wrapping her arms around my waist. “Or that I like fucking older men, like my stepdad’s dad.”
I growled and fisted her hair. “I better be the only older man you fuck.”
Yeah, I was a little possessive.
She ran her palm over my cheek. “Keep fucking me like that, and you’ll be the only man I ever fuck again.”
I didn’t know any other way to fuck, so I guess my granddaughter and I made a pretty good pair.
~The End
“Rachel”
***
When I agreed to go on a family camping trip with my son, daughter in law, and her daughter, I never dreamed it would turn out the way it did. First, Rachel insists on sitting in my lap while we’re at the beach. Then she ends up having to sleep in my tent when hers collapses.
I probably don’t have to say what happens from there…
I tossed the stack of wood next to the fire pit and grabbed a soda from the cooler. My son and his wife were already swimming at the lake, and I was about to join them.
My step granddaughter came walking out of the woods with an armful of twigs, and I shook my head at her.
“Girl, what did I tell you about walking through the woods in those shorts?”
“It’s okay, Granddaddy. I’m fine. No snakes and no poison ivy seen.”
Rachel didn’t just have on shorts. She was wearing shorts that rode up so high, the creamy globes of her ass were hanging out below the ruffled denim. I was surprised her mother let her dress that way, but Rachel had just turned eighteen, so there wasn’t much she could say.
She tossed the kindling next to my firewood, her long, red hair spilling around her shoulders. “Are you coming down to the lake with me?” she asked, wiping the dirt off her hands.
“Sure am. I’m on my way now.”
“Well, I have to go change into my bikini, so I’ll meet you down there.”
“Sounds good.”
I watched her snatch her duffel bag off the picnic table and stroll up the hill to the restroom.
My granddaughter had a fine body, I had to give her that. My son had married her mom three years ago. She was only15 at the time, and she’d always been a gorgeous redhead. But as soon as she turned 18 last month, she started dressing in more revealing clothes and acting a little flirty with me.
I had blown it off for the most part. But it was getting harder and harder to ignore. And things could get sticky on this family camping trip if I didn’t figure out how to tune it out. But there was no denying that my granddaughter had been responsible for more than one of my recent hard-ons. And watching the way her ass moved as she walked up the road wasn’t helping at all.
I wasn’t much of a “beach bum,” but I did manage to blend in by putting on some swimming trunks. So I grabbed my chair and walked the short hike down to the beach where my son and his wife were and waited for Rachel. I could see them way across the lake and envied still having someone to play around with.
My wife left me almost eight years ago for this guy she met at work. We had both just turned 50, and I often think she was having the female equivalent of a midlife crisis. I don’t really believe in those things, but I do think she was restless, and maybe I just didn’t fulfill her anymore. It hurt, but I moved on.
Still haven’t found anyone to settle down with yet, though, so I tend to get sexually frustrated here and there. Lately, it had been more “here” than “there,” but that’s a different subject altogether.
When Rachel arrived, she spread her towel down on the sand, making sure to bend down so that her ass was practically in my face. She had put on a string bikini that rode right up her ass crack.
My dick started getting hard, so I looked away, determined to not let her frustrate me on this trip. We would be here for two nights, and I needed to keep my cock in check if I would survive watching my granddaughter traipse around half naked.
“Granddaddy? You don’t mind if I play some music, do you?”
Country music began to stream from her cell phone. She looked at me with this angelic smile, and I told her music would be fun.
She cranked up the volume and sat down on the towel, rocking her body back and forth to the beat.
“This is fun, huh, Granddaddy?”
“Sure is, honey. We should get together as a family more often.”
“Mom and Dad look like they’re having fun.” She put her hand to her forehead and peered out over the water.
“I think they are. It’s nice to see them still so happy. Not all couples are that lucky.”
I saw her look up at me out of the corner of my eye and watch me for a second. “Aw, Granddaddy.” She got up and sat down in my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck. “You’ll meet somebody special someday. I just know it.”
She hugged me, and while I thought it was sweet that she was being so affectionate, the fact that her tits were pushed up against me did nothing to help the boner in my trunks.
“Tha
nk you, honey. I wasn’t looking for pity, though. You’re a sweetheart.”
I hugged her back, and just as I did, her smartphone started rolling out a new tune.
“Oh my god, I LOVE this song! Dance with me, Granddaddy,” she said, pulling me by the arm.
“No, honey. Granddaddy just wants to rest.”
I stayed put. There were only a few other people sunbathing in the vicinity. But there was no way I was about to stand up and dance with this hot and sexy granddaughter of mine. My dick would burst for sure, especially with the erection I was already fighting.
“Fine,” she said, slamming her hands on her hips. “If you won’t bring the dance to me, I’ll bring the dance to you.”
And then she proceeded to plop her bottom back down in my lap, this time straddling both my legs and putting her ass right over my hard dick.
My mouth fell open and I threw my hands up, wondering where to put them. I wasn’t sure if she was trying to be cute and fun or if she really was trying to get a rise out of me. Whether it was intended or not, a “rise” was what she got.
Rachel lifted her hair up and pulled it around the front of her shoulder as I stared at her backside. She rocked her body to the beat of the music, but what she was also doing, I think without realizing it, was grinding against my cock.
And my dick became a solid mass of steel in less than 30 seconds.
“Isn’t this a great song?” she said, turning to look at me over her shoulder.
“Uh, yeah, honey,” I answered, keeping my eyes pinned to her ass as it wiggled and bounced in my lap.
My balls started to hurt, but the way her ass was rubbing on my cock, I honestly didn’t want her to stop. Fuck, it felt good. Looking at her dance on my lap, those curves doing their thing, made me enraged with lust.
Suddenly, my brain went all to hell. I couldn’t think straight. I was having really dirty thoughts about my granddaughter. All I wanted to do was pull out my dick, slide her bikini to the side, and go balls deep in that ass of hers. Or her pussy, either or.
I could feel pre-cum oozing out, sticking to my swimming trunks. Blood pumped through my shaft, making me harder by the second as Rachel shimmied her hips back and forth.
Fuck, there was no way she couldn’t feel my dick. It was throbbing, seeping, pulsing with so much blood, it was damn near painful.
She scooched back a little when the beat of the song shifted slightly, and I put my hands on the sides of her legs.
“Glad you’re having fun, sweetie,” I told her, thinking at this point that I wanted to hold her here until I shot my load.
I was damn close.
“I’m not hurting your legs, am I?” she asked, twirling her hair like a little tease.
“No, honey. Not at all.”
“Good.”
Dear god, the way she was moving and grinding on me was torturous. Yet at the same time, it was the most gloriously perfect pseudosexual experience of my life. I guess going so long without had made it easier for me to blow my load.
I could imagine what her tight, warm pussy would feel like as I slid in, the way it would grip my girth, the expression of ecstasy on her face as I forced her to orgasm on my cock.
I gripped her hips and huffed as I gave a small thrust, spurting a light load in my swim trunks. I let out a soft grunt, and Rachel tossed me a look over her shoulder.
“You okay?”
“Yeah,” I grunted, holding her ass steady over my erection.
One more upward thrust and I pushed out another hot burst of my seed.
“Ah, fuck,” I whispered.
But Rachel couldn’t didn’t hear that one over the music. She shook her bottom a few more seconds until the song came to an end. I moved my hands from her legs, forgetting they were still there.
And I couldn’t help but wonder if my tease of a granddaughter knew that she had just made her granddaddy cum in his trunks.
She spun around and gave me a quick hug before standing up.
I clasped my hands in my lap, hoping to hide the wet spot that was growing by the second.
“Hope you enjoyed your lap dance,” she joked, tossing her hands on her hips again. “I’m going to swim for a while. Wanna join me?”
“I’ll be there in a sec. Just a few more minutes of sun.”
I winked at her and watched her walk to the water.
I felt so fucking dirty, letting her grind on me like that, and allowing my body to get so turned on. I hadn’t had a no-touch orgasm like that since I was in my twenties.
And now, I would have to go swimming in the lake—not something I was crazy about doing at all. But I couldn’t sit here with cum in my trunks either. I just hoped that orgasm would keep my sex drive in check until this weekend was over.
***
After dinner, the four of us sat around the campfire, listening to more music from Rachel’s phone. She’d brought a portable Bluetooth speaker with her, keeping the volume low so as not to disturb the other campers.
“So, Dad, did you give any more thought to the four of us renting a pontoon boat tomorrow?” Matt asked me.
“Too late, Daddy,” Rachel interjected. “I already asked Granddaddy to take me horseback riding.”
She bit her lip and smiled at me, the light from the fire glowing against her creamy skin.
“We could probably do both,” I said, looking at my son.
I hadn’t forgotten that Rachel wanted me to take her horseback riding along the trails. The horses here were excellent for beginners, and we would be allowed to go off on our own. The trails were marked, and Rachel had always wanted to go.
“That sounds good,” Matt said. His wife smiled and took him by the hand. “I’ll call the boat rental place in the morning and get us a reservation for mid-afternoon.”
“Yeah, cause Granddaddy and I want plenty of time together in the morning, don’t we?” she asked, reaching over and stroking my hand with her finger.
“You two should spend some time together,” her mother said. “I’m so glad that Rachel has you in her life, Pete.”
“Thank you, darling. I’m glad my son scooped up such a nice woman to spend the rest of his life with. And one with such a lovely daughter.”
But if she knew what had happened today on the beach, or how heavily her daughter was obviously flirting with me right now, she would probably think differently.
When I glanced at Rachel, she was smiling brightly and twisting her hair again. Fuck. What was going on with her?
We sat around the fire roasting marshmallows until we all got tired. I was the first one to go to bed, but between setting up three tents, hunting for firewood for an hour, and dry fucking my granddaughter in the summer heat today, I was spent.
I couldn’t wait to get a good night’s sleep. My air mattress and sleeping bag were both calling my name.
I said my goodnights and went to my tent, getting completely undressed and sliding under my sleeping bag. I’d always slept in the nude, and tonight was no exception. I think I was asleep in less than five minutes.
But sometime during the night, I heard the telltale sounds of the zipper door being opened. When I awoke, I saw Rachel poking her head inside.
“Granddaddy? You awake?” she whispered.
I sat up, making sure the sleeping bag covered up all the pertinent parts. “Yeah, what is it, honey? Are you okay?”
She stepped inside the tent and pointed her flashlight to the ground, looking all kinds of cute in her thin pajama shorts and cut-off tee shirt. “Yeah, I’m fine. But my freaking tent collapsed.”
“What? How did that happen?”
“I don’t know, but I woke up with it falling down around me.”
“Shit, baby. I’m sorry. Let me get dressed and I’ll be out there in a second to have a look.”
“Granddaddy, it’s two o’clock in the morning,” she said, sitting down on the edge of the mattress next to me. “Why don’t I just crash in here, and you can fix it in the morning when it�
��s light outside. There’s not enough room in Mom and Dad’s tent.”
I started to laugh and tell her no way, but I had to admit, the thought of going out there and fighting with that thing in the dark did seem kind of ridiculous. I really didn’t feel like fooling with it at this hour.
On the other hand, if Rachel slept in here, I’d probably have a hard time sleeping. Just knowing her sexy, warm body was next to mine would send me into bonerville.
Ah, fuck it. “Okay, sweetie. You can sleep here. I think my air mattress is big enough for two.”
“Thank you!” she said, jumping up. “I’ll go get my sleeping bag.”
I moved mine over, making sure there was actually enough room for two bodies. She came back a few minutes later, zipping up the door behind her.
I tapped her side of the mattress. “Here you go. Kept it nice and warm for you.”
She giggled and got settled, pulling her sleeping bag over her instead of getting inside of it. “Goodnight, Granddaddy.”
“Goodnight, honey.”
It took me a while to get back to sleep, mostly because Rachel smelled so good. She must have bathed with some floral smelling soap, and it mingled with her natural scent in a way that drove me nuts.
Every few minutes, the smell would start to fade, and I’d gently scoot closer to her, putting my face that much closer to her long, red hair.
It had been a long time since I’d slept with a woman, and even longer since I’d slept with one Rachel’s age. My eyes got heavy, but I kept getting jarred awake by mental images of her booty in my lap, shaking and jiggling as she inadvertently rubbed my cock until it emptied.
And here she was, mere inches from my cock again. And there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.
I finally fell back asleep, and I must have been having dreams about my booty-liscious granddaughter because I could feel the steeliness of my erection before I even opened my eyes. It was still dark outside, and it felt like the middle of the night. I pulled in deep breath and started to stretch.
Until I realized my arm was tossed over Rachel’s side, and I was nestled up against her back. She held my hand close to her chest as I felt the slow, rhythmic movements of her breathing.
