The XXX Granny

I knew it was wrong.

I don’t trust anyone who ever says otherwise. People don’t really lose their head and become overwhelmed by lust and lose control. We all know exactly what we’re doing. And we make a decision to do bad things, even when we know we’re crossing a line. It’s not that we can’t help ourselves. We just choose to act and worry about rationalizing our behavior later.

I can come up with excuses. Just like everyone else. It had been SO LONG since I’d been touched. I got caught up in the moment. Although I’d been a wild girl who ended up with a baby when I was still a teenager, I’d spent at the past 25 years on my best behavior–raising Lance, going to PTA meetings, working hard, and then helping raise Lance raise his stepson, Luke.

But those are just excuses.

Like I said, I knew it was wrong.

I could have stopped myself.

I just didn’t want to.

It was the summer after Luke finished high school. My son, Lance, and his wife, Carrie, had rented a big house out at the lake and invited me to come with them. I wasn’t thrilled about it. The area was flooded with college kids and people looking to party during the summer. I would have much rather taken Luke to someplace fun–like Europe or a tropical beach. But it’s what he wanted and the trip was his reward for getting a scholarship to a small school thanks to great grades and playing soccer. A lot of friends went there for the summer–including Bree, his bookish girlfriend. Her parents had a place and went every summer.

I was picturing days spent with family either lying on the beach or boating. I imagined evenings cooking out and playing board games. But apparently that was only my idea. The first day there, Luke shot out the door first thing in the morning to go see his girlfriend. After 18 years of being parents, Lance and Carrie were just as eager to cut loose and went off on their own. Poor grandma was left alone reading in the sun on a secluded little stretch of beach near a quiet cove.

Day two started off in much the same way. My son and his wife were gone before we’d even had breakfast. Apparently they’d met another couple with a boat and planned on spending the day on the lake.

“Why don’t you invite Bree and her parents over, Luke? We can all do something,” I suggested.

He hemmed and hawed and shifted his weight from foot to food.

“I mean…that sounds nice, grandmom,” he said. “But we sort of had plans…maybe another day?”

I assured him it was OK if he went with his girlfriend. And then started planning out another day on my own.

I went up to my room and did an hour of yoga. Despite my age, I’ve managed to stay in pretty good shape and have the body of a woman still in her early 40s–if not younger. I’ve never been much of a runner. With my curves, even in a sports bra is causes quite a scene. So I’ve been doing yoga for years.

I’d bought a new black, bandeau bikini for the trip. It wasn’t something I’d feel comfortable wearing on a crowded beach, but thought it was perfect for the secluded strip of sand I’d found the day before. I put it on with a long white linen button down shirt, big sunglasses, and a big sun hat. Then I grabbed a blanket and my book and headed to the little cove.

Of course, as I approached I heard voices. I emerged from the trees on the little trail to find a couple pressed very closely together on a blanket. He was kissing her neck, but they jumped apart when they say me. I could see the boner in his swim trunks and the strap on her beige and white bikini was pushed down her left shoulder–exposing a lot of her large, left breast.

“Pardon me,” I said and started to turn away. But they insisted I sit down and told me not to be silly. They opened a cooler and offered me a beer, even though it wasn’t even 10 in the morning. I took one and went to reading my book.

The man was handsome, muscular and Caribbean. She had brown skin and dark hair–perhaps Puerto Rican–and a curvy body. They looked to be in their mid-thirties. Over the next half hour I read and they had at least 2 drinks a piece. They were gradually inching closer to one another. She kissed him on the lips and pulled away to walk to the water. He quickly followed.

I tried to keep reading, but my eyes were drawn to the couple. They were moving very close together. Water was glistening off their fit bodies. They drifted closely together and she put her hands around his neck. I watched them kiss. She seemed to be bobbing up and down in his lap. Suddenly I was sure they were having sex. Twenty feet away from me, they were doing it in the water. I was shocked, jealous, and slightly aroused at the same time.

But then she floated away from him and quickly left the water.

“See you at home,” she called.

She started gathering their things. He stayed in the water a bit before coming out. His wet drunks clung to one very hard penis. They had obviously not had sex–yet. But she must have been teasing them.

While they were swimming I had taken off my wrap. When he approached he let his eyes wander up and down my body. He was very obvious about it. And made no effort to hide his erection.

“How old are you?” he asked.

I thought it an odd question, but I felt a little tingly from the attention and the alcohol and didn’t mine answering. I told him I was in my early 50s.

“Damn,” he said. “You’re lying. You can’t be older than 40. Not with a body like that.”

I blushed and thanked him for the compliment.

“Hey,” he said. “We love to have company. Why don’t you come back with me? I promise it will be fun.”

I knew the lake had a reputation for partying. And I’d heard from friends of being approached by swingers when they were in hot tubs or pools around the lake. I couldn’t believe it was happening to me.

I politely declined the invitation, but he persisted for several minutes. Finally he gave up, but not before telling me exactly where I could find them. He gave me directions at least three times. And then he left.

My body was tingling. I was excited. I wanted to do something about it. I thought about the big empty house. And suddenly I knew I had to go back and enjoy a nice long bath and some personal time with myself.

The whole way back I kept thinking of the man’s offer and the way he had been eyeballing my body. He was standing there with a boner and his eyes on my breasts and not being the least bit subtle. It excited me even more.

I rushed through the door–eager to have the house alone to myself–and for the second time that day I realized my plans weren’t going to work out. I heard hushed voices from upstairs. And then I heard the unmistakable sound of woman moaning with delight.

I immediately realized that my son and his wife were back for a little fun. I thought about leaving, but didn’t want to give up on my own plans. I decided I could slip quietly past their room, up the stairs, and into the bathroom without them noticing and an awkward encounter between us all.

The master bedroom door was open and I had to pass it to get to the stairs. I sat my things down quietly. There was more moaning. I took a deep breath and stepped by quickly and tried not to glance in. But I caught a glimpse of long, auburn hair out of the corner of my eye.

Carrie had dark hair with copper streaks. Was Lance with another woman?

Quietly, I stepped back to peak through the door. It was open just enough for me to look in and still be obscured.

It wasn’t Carrie.

It was Bree–my step-grandson’s girlfriend.

And it wasn’t my son, Lance. It was my grandson, Luke.

My mind started to spin. I’d never imagined Luke as sexually active. He was an athlete and attractive, but he was also bookish. And Bree seemed like the stereotypical “good girl.” She was always dressed in vintage dresses and into literature and art and obscure bands. I didn’t think of myself as clueless when it came to my grandson. I’d just never imagined the possibility.

I stood frozen in the door. I was unable to move. It’s like my feet were stuck in cement.

Bree had on a sleeveless white button down and a loose blue skirt with a white floral pattern. It looked like an outfit you’d see a mom wearing on a sixties sitcom. A couple of buttons were open on her blouse and I could see her white bra and freckled cleavage.

Her skirt was flipped up and her legs were spread. Luke had her white cotton panties pushed aside. And he was shoving two fingers into Bree’s pussy.

She gasped and moaned as he pounded her. I tried to look away, but I couldn’t stop myself from watching.

“Oh,” she gasped. “Oh, Luke. Don’t stop.”

He awkwardly reached over and fondled her breast. They kissed one another clumsily. And then he started fingering her harder.

Bree’s thighs were quivering. She closed her eyes and tossed her head back. She bit her lip to stifle a loud moan.

“That’s hot,” I heard him say. “I like it when you’re loud.”

“What if someone comes home?” she panted.

“They won’t. My parents are out all day. And my grandmother is probably off somewhere with a book.”

He fucked her harder with his fingers. This time she opened her mouth and cried loudly.

“Oh, YES,” she called. “Oh, YES! Make me cum, Luke.”

He fingered her faster. She started crying out rhythmically. Her nice chest started shaking as he pounded her. I was shocked by what was happening. And I still couldn’t pull away. In fact, I felt myself getting turned on.

“Oh! Oh! OH!” she called out. And then she came. It was obvious. Her body shook and quivered. Her face contorted wildly. I actually though she might shed tears. She embraced Luke and they kissed. And then he tried to bury his face in her tits.

“Now do me,” he said.

Bree nodded. Luke stood up and dropped his swim trunks to the ground. I almost gasped out loud when I saw his big dick.

It was MONSTROUS! How could this skinny boy be walking around with something like that in his pants? It was thick and long! As impressive as anything I’d seen in over three decades of dating. I wondered if Bree knew how lucky she was. I wondered if she was even ready for that.

“Why don’t we just go all the way?” Luke asked. “I think we’re ready.”

Bree shook her head.

He started pleading with her. He was almost whining and begging for sex, but she held firm. She took that massive dick in her tiny hands.

“It’s this or nothing,” she said firmly. “Which do you want?”

As soon as she put her hand on his cock, his expression changed. You could tell the sensation of someone else touching it was still new to him.

“OK,” he said. “Do it.”

“You know you like it,” she said teasingly.

He nodded.

“Just do it,” he almost whimpered.

Bree took her hand back and licked her palm. She flashed him a coquettish look. She reached into her little vintage hand bag and produced a bottle of lotion. She took it and drizzled some on Luke’s dick. He gasped when the cool liquid touched him.

Bree wrapped her hand around the base of his cock. She glided it upwards. Luke moaned in a way I’d never imagined him capable of. She moved her hand nice and slow. Her eyes darted back and forth from his face to his big cock.

I felt like a voyeur. I was standing hidden by the door and gawking while my son’s step-child got jacked off by his girlfriend. And it was turning me on. My swimsuit was getting damp, but I hadn’t been in the water all day. Without thinking, I’d pushed my white linen cover-up back between my thighs. I was caressing my mound.

It was obvious it wouldn’t take Luke long to finish. He started breathing heavily as Bree went up and down his thick shaft. His knees were shaking.

“Oh shit,” he said. “It feels so good!”

Bree seemed to know when he was close. I imagined she’d done this a few times. She stopped stroking him and gripped his cock near the head. She started bouncing her arm rapidly.

Luke started crying out in a deep voice.

Standing in the door, I pushed a finger into my pussy. I didn’t make a conscious decision. It just happened.

Bree gave Luke a few final tugs on that big dick. And he erupted like a volcano. He cried out in ecstasy as big gobs of fun shot into the air. She kept pumping his cock until he was completely dry.

A small whimper escaped my lips. I was afraid they’d heard me, but neither of them looked at the door. I immediately pulled away and rushed off to my room. I shut the door hard. I didn’t really care if they heard that. It’s not like they’d know I’d been standing in the doorway like a creepy voyeur. I rushed to the shower. My hands were shaking. I started with the buttons on my linen cover up, but I kept fumbling. Finally I just pulled it over my head and tossed it on the floor. I peeled off the bandeau bikini top. My big nipples were hard. I rubbed them a second, then quickly stripped out of my bikini bottom. My pussy was soaked.

I turned on the shower and stepped back to let the water heat up. I leaned against the cool tile. I closed my eyes and started touching myself. My hands roamed over my huge tits and down my flat stomach. I found my swollen clit and teased it. I spread my pussy lips. And then I plunged two fingers inside.

I stepped into the steaming water as I fucked my hungry cunt. I moaned loudly. The hot water rushed down my body and dripped from my nipples. I groaned and sighed. And I kept fucking myself.

Everything I’d seen that day was on my mind. The sexy couple on the beach. The way they’d been touching one another. And Luke and Bree. I pictured his finger sliding in and out of her. I thought about his freakishly large cock. I knew it was wrong, but I pictured it sliding inside me instead of my own fingers. I came hard, but it did nothing to calm me down. I wanted more.

I leaned against the wall and fucked myself faster and harder. I rubbed my own clit. The sound of my palm slapping against my twat echoed off the tile. I cried out loudly. And I came a second time.

I felt week in the knees. I put the stopper in the tub and allowed it to fill up. Then I sat down and languidly rubbed my tits and nipples while I cooled down.

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Dinner was an adventure that night.

My son and wife were back from a day of drinking and partying. Bree was still at the house with Luke. Of course they’d realized later that I was in the house. But they didn’t act nervous. From all appearances, they thought they’d gotten away with something.

It was hard for me to look at them. Obviously, Bree was dressed completely normal. But every time I glanced at her I kept picturing her unbuttoned blouse in my mind. And every time Luke stood up I couldn’t help but glance at his shorts. I was looking for any sign of that monster hidden away in his pants.

I felt guilty. A good grandmother would have rushed in and broken things up. Instead I’d stood quietly in the doorway and watched the two 18 year olds get one another off. And then I’d gone upstairs and replayed the events over and over in my head. I’d gotten myself off twice in the shower. And then a third time lying in bed. That had helped me relax and get in a little nap. But I’d dreamed about sex and I’d woken up frustrated. I was half-contemplating finding an excuse to sneak off and meet the couple from the beach.

Unfortunately, everyone was finally ready for a little family time. We were all going to play some board games and watch a movie. Since they were officially adults and high school grads, my son and his wife had even decided it might be OK to let the kids have a little wine. They’d decided that Bree could just stay over for the night so her parents didn’t find out. She’d quickly called her parents and they’d granted permission.

I tried to protest. I was still feeling so flustered about the afternoon.

“But where will everyone sleep?” I asked.

The beach house didn’t have a full blown sofa–just a few love seats made of wicker and hardly sturdy enough for anyone to sleep on. And there were only three bedrooms. My son was in the master with his wife. Luke had been sleeping in a room with a twin bed. And I had the upstairs mother-in-law suite with a queen bed.

“Bree and I can share a room,” Luke said.

His parents quickly said that wouldn’t be permitted.

“Maybe Bree should sleep with your grandmother,” my son suggested.

I quickly interjected that it would probably be awkward for the young lady to share a bed with her boyfriend’s grandmother. Bree looked happy that I’d spoken up.

“What about me?” Luke said. “I’ve shared a bed with grandma plenty of times!”

It was technically true. Although he’d probably been in middle school the last time we’d shared a bed. Still, if he was willing to it, there wasn’t room for me to protest. I could hardly tell everyone it was inappropriate because I’d just spent the afternoon fingering myself while thinking of my step-grandson’s humongous cock.

So it was decided and everyone agreed. We ate dinner, drank wine, played games, then settled in and watched a pay-per-view movie. Eventually, my son and his wife slept off to bed. I left Bree and Luke alone downstairs but told them not to be long. I went upstairs. When I passed the master bedroom, again I heard the sound of people making love. This time it was my son and his wife. I didn’t stop and look–plus the door was closed–but just hearing people having sex was enough to frustrate me a little more.

I’ve slept in the same thing for thirty something years. Everything I own is a nightie or nightgown of some sort. It was the only thing in my suitcase. I didn’t expect anyone to be see me sleeping on the trip. There was no alternatives in my suitcase except sweaty workout clothes. I had no plans of putting those on. So I pulled out a silky yellow gown that somehow looked a little more innocent than the white lace number I’d brought along. It was long and at least looked a little big like a granny gown. But it was also a thin summer garment and seemed to cling to my substantial bosom.

I waited for Luke to come up. When he didn’t I stepped outside and leaned over the banister. I called quietly down stairs. I could only see shadows, but it was obvious that Bree and Luke had to jump apart when they heard me. They rushed to say goodbye and then she shuffled off to the other downstairs room. Luke came up the stairs.

I went into the bedroom and he followed a moment later. He entered at an awkward angle–trying to keep his back to me.

“Can I turn off the lights?” he asked.

I nodded and he flipped the switch. He seemed to relax a bit. When he walked past the window I saw what he was trying to hide. The moonlight illuminated his profile and I could see that massive dick straining his shorts. My body started to tingle. How could I sleep with that inches away from me. I immediately felt a flash of guilt.

I got into bed and pulled the sheets up over me. Luke plopped down next to me and got under the same sheets. I said goodnight and turned away, but I didn’t feel the slightest bit sleepy.

Luke was tossing and turning. I could tell he was slipping his hands down to touch his erection. I wanted to ignore it. But I felt like a bitch for not trying to be a good guardian.

“Is something wrong, Luke?” I finally asked.

“Um…nothing,” he said.

We were quiet for a minute and then he spoke up again.

“Can we talk about something serious, Grandma?”

“Of course,” I answered.

“I know I should talk to my dad. But I just don’t feel comfortable,” he said.

“You know you can always come to me,” I responded.

“I don’t know about this, though.”

“Tell me,” I said. I already knew what the subject would be.

“I’ve been with Bree for a while now. And I know my parents would say to wait. But…when is the right time to have sex?”

I exhaled deeply.

“You know I was just a girl when I had your father,” I said. “And your mother was also young. Sex comes with consequences. And that change your life really quickly.”

“I know,” he said. “But still. It feels right. I think about it a lot.”

“Are you saying you haven’t had sex?” I asked.

“Yes,” he responded. “I mean. We’ve talked about it. And we’ve done…some stuff. But not all the way.”

I contemplated what to say next. I could go the stern disciplinarian way and try to shut him down. But I knew that wasn’t realistic. Not for any kid. And especially not after what I’d witnessed that afternoon. The better choice was to accept what was inevitable and be there for him.

“I could tell you not to do it,” I said. “But I don’t think that would stop you. Eventually you have to make your own choice. And you have to make it with Bree–or whoever you’re with at that time. And make sure it’s right for both of you at that time.”

“Oh, it will definitely be Bree,” he said. “Everything is great between us.”

“OK, then,” I said. “Then you and Bree need to have a serious discussion. And be safe. Use protection. Both of you. And don’t be foolish and impulsive. Don’t do something that’s going to cause problems with her parents. Don’t get caught by them.”

“Of course,” he said.

He was quiet for another moment. But still just as fidgety. I could see he still had a hard on. He was lying on his back and the sheets stood up like a tent.

“The thing is,” he started after a few minutes, “I’m nervous. She’s more experienced than I am. I’m afraid I’ll mess up.”

“She’s not a virgin?” I asked with surprise.

“No,” he said. “I mean, she’s not THAT experienced. But she’s not a virgin. I don’t want to embarrass myself. I don’t want to be not as good as the last guy.”

“You can’t worry about that,” I said. “I’m sure it will be fine. You’ll grown into it. And I’m sure she’ll be patient.”

“Yeah,” he said. “But I’m still nervous. I’ve watched some adult movies. And there’s no way I can last that long. I get too excited.”

I wasn’t sure what to say.

“Well, pornography isn’t the best place to learn, Luke,” I said. “Though I suppose there is no harm in watching it to get the idea. As long as you’re not watching something vile and disrespectful to women.”

“I’m not!” he quickly said. “None of the weird stuff. You know. Just videos on the internet.”

“Well, there’s plenty of weird stuff on the internet,” I said.

“I know,” he responded. “But that’s not what I watch. I just want to see people fucking.”

I was surprised. I knew he’d just let the F-word slip out. But it still surprised me to hear him use it.

“And I can’t last that long,” he continued. “I can’t last that long just watching the videos even. Without a woman even there.”

“Is that because you’re touching yourself?” I ask.

I knew I was treading into dangerous territory. I wasn’t even sure why I’d asked the question.

Luke got quiet.

“Yes,” he said quietly.

“There is nothing wrong with that,” I responded. “Everyone does it. And doing that alone will help with the urges. And keep you perfectly safe.”

“I feel guilty after,” he said.

“That’s common when you’re young. It will pass,” I said.

“I don’t know about that,” he answered. “But it does help me get to sleep,” he added with a laugh. “If I could do that right now I wouldn’t have any problems sleeping!”

“Why are you having problems now?” I asked. “Were you and Bree doing something?”

Luke got quiet.

“Yes,” he finally said.

“And what were you doing?” I asked.

I could tell myself I was being the disciplinarian. Or that I was just trying to get more information so that I could help him. But I knew that wasn’t the case. I knew I was titillated. And I knew I’d enjoyed watching earlier. And I wanted to know more.

“We were just. You know. Kissing.” he said.

“And that’s all it takes to get you worked up?” I asked.

“Usually,” he answered.

“And you weren’t doing anything else?”

“Well. We were touching,” he said.

“Touching how? Where?”

I was getting excited. I could feel my little silk panties getting wet.

“I was touching her chest,” he said quietly.

And that was the moment I decided to really cross the line. I wasn’t out of control. I wasn’t overwhelmed my desire. I made a choice.

“Do you know to touch a woman’s breast?” I asked.

“Of course,” he said.

“Show me.”

He held his hand out like he was cupping a phantom breast.

“No,” I said. “Show me. Touch my breast.”

“Grandma!” he started to protest.

“What?” I demanded. “Do you want advice? Or do you want to be inexperienced and figure things out? You can do that if you want.”

Slowly, he turned and put his large hand on my big tit. I knew he could feel my hard nipple through my thin gown. I stifled a gasp. My body was on fire.

“That’s right,” I said. “And where was she touching you?” I asked.

“Down there,” he said.

“Where?” I asked.

“On my…on my cock,” he said.

“Like this?” I asked.

I slid my hand under the sheet and grazed my hand against his hard on. He groaned.

“Or was it more like this?” I said.

I wrapped my hand around his massive pole. I squeezed the head through his shorts. He groaned louder.

“Like that,” he said. “She was squeezing it. And moving around.”

I wrapped my hand tighter and rocked my arm back and forth.

“Yes,” he gasped. “Like that.”

“Do you want me to keep doing it?” I asked. “Do you want to practice?”

“Keep doing it,” he panted.

“You’re OK with this?” I said. “You’re OK with me touching your…big…COCK, Luke.”

“Yes,” he gasped. “It feels good. I want to learn.”

“What if I do this?” I asked.

I let go and slid my hand down his shorts. I wrapped it around his bare cock.

“Oh yes!” Luke said.

“Does Bree to this for you?”

“Yes!”

“Do you like it?” I asked

“Yes!”

“Does she like it?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” he said. “I think so.”

“I bet she likes it,” I said. “I bet she likes touching your Big COCK.”

I kept jerking it. I slid closer in the bed and pressed my body to his. He turned his head and we kissed. He kissed like a grown man. His lips were firm.

“Undress,” I told him.

He quickly pulled his shorts off and tossed them aside. He shed his t-shirt. I grabbed his big dick and started jacking it.

“Does she do this?” I asked.

I leaned down and wrapped my lips around his beautiful bone.

“No,” he said.

“Do you like it?” I asked

“Oh yes!”

I tugged and sucked him. It didn’t take long. He tried to keep quiet, but in the end he had to pull a pillow over his face. He groaned into it as she shot his juicy load into my waiting mouth. I drank it up. I swallowed every drop of Luke’s cum. It had been ages since I’d sucked a cock.

Luke was breathless. Even in the dark I could see the contented smile on his face.

I had a choice again. I had let things go to far. I could stop at anytime. But I didn’t want to stop.

“So you want a real lesson for your first time with Bree? So you can relax?” I asked.

“Yes. Definitely,” he said.

“It’s OK if you cum too quick. It happens sometimes. But you have to remember that it’s not over until she says it’s over. Until she’s happy. Sometimes men forget that. A lot of men forget that. They’re finished as soon as they cum. It’s the difference between being a good lover and a disappointment. You have to satisfy your partner.”

Luke seemed to think about what I was saying. He slowly nodded his head.

“Do you get it?” I asked.

“Yes ma’am,” he responded. “I understand what you’re saying.”

“Do you think you can do that?” I asked.

He nodded slowly again.

“I definitely can do that,” he said.

“Show me,” I said.

“Oh, I’m telling the truth, Grandma,” he said. “It’s not even an issue. I’m always horny,” he blurted out. “Even after I cum. I’m still horny. I want to do it again. I get hard again really fast.”

I nodded.

“I believe you,” I said. “You’re young and it’s all new. But it won’t always be like that. I want you to show me you know what to do. Don’t just tell me.”

“Show you how, Grandma?” he asked. “You want me to get it hard again? I can do that.”

“No,” I said. “Show me you can be there for your partner when she’s not satisfied.”

He looked at me quizzically.

I took his hand and placed it on my thigh. I slowly brought it up beneath my silky gown. I placed his hand on my soaking wet panties. I could feel him trembling.

“Luke…” I whispered.

“Yes ma’am?” he asked.

“Did you like what I did for you?”

He nodded enthusiastically.

“Do you think I’m satisfied?”

“I thought,” he started, “that you were just…I don’t know,” he said. “Helping me. I didn’t know you wanted me to do something.”

“That’s just thinking of yourself. And what did I say about that?” I asked playfully.

“That it makes me a bad lover,” he replied.

“Do you want to be a bad lover?” I asked.

He shook his head.

“So what do you want to do?” I asked.

“I want to satisfy you. But what about Bree? She was going to be my first,” he said.

“We don’t have to fuck,” I responded casually. “There are other things. Your hands. Your tongue.”

I kept his hand pushed close to my wet panties. I caressed it. I moved his hand so he was rubbing me.

“Do you feel how wet I am, Luke?”

He nodded.

“Have you fingered a woman before, Luke?” I asked.

Of course I knew the answer even before he nodded.

“Do you like it? Are you good at it?”

“Yes,” he said. “Yes to both.”

“Take my panties off,” I said firmly.

“Yes ma’am,” he said.

I spread my legs and lifted the hem of my nightie to my waist. Luke grabbed my little panties at each hip and slowly pulled them down and past my legs.

“Smell them,” I said.

He looked at me for a second. Then he obeyed. He jerked his head back awkwardly when he got a whiff of my pungent scent. Then she slowly brought them back to his nose. He inhaled deeply.

“I like it,” he said.

“The real thing is even better,” I responded.

I reached out and took his head between my hands. I brought him down to my cunt. He inhaled sharply.

“Taste it,” I commanded.

He slowly stuck out his tongue and pressed it to my pussy. Shots of electricity pulsed through my body.

“Lick it,” I said. “Lick it up and down.”

He started slowly at first. He ran his tongue up and down my slit.

“Oh yes,” I groaned. “Now higher,” I whispered.

He moved up.

“Higher,” I said again. “Higher. THERE!” I moaned loudly.

“That’s my clit, Luke. Lick my clit. Swirl your tongue around it.”

He was tentative at first, but quickly got the hang of it. As my groans got louder. He responded to my pleasure.

“No finger me. Put your fingers in my pussy, baby,” I said.

She drove two fingers into my snatch. I cried out when he penetrated me. He quickly started fucking me with his hands.

“Don’t stop licking it,” I cried.

He licked my clit. He swirled his tongue around it. And he slid his fingers in and out of my hole. It was just like I’d watched him do hours earlier with his little girlfriend.

“Faster,” I pleaded. “Faster.”

He sped up. His fingers went in and out. His tongue rapidly teased my clit.

“Oh yes,” I moaned. “Oh yes.”

I started bucking my hips. I wanted his fingers deeper inside me.

“YES!” I cried out a last time.

And then I came. I came hard with his long fingers deep inside me. I felt naughty and guilty and amazing. All at the same time.

“Come kiss me,” I said, hungrily.

He slid his long, lean body up next to me. He pulled at the straps of my gown until my big tits were out. He put his big, manly hands on them. He slipped his tongue into my mouth. His big dick was rock hard again.

His hands were rough on my tits. He kissed me like a man who hadn’t touched a woman in years. It wasn’t an afterglow kissing. It was the kiss of someone who wanted more.

Her buried his face in my titties. He kissed each of them. He sucked on my big pink nipples.

“I want to fuck,” he panted.

“Are you sure?” I asked.

“I want to fuck you right now,” he said.

It never occurred to me to decline the offer. I wanted that big cock inside me. I wanted to feel his naked muscular body pressed against me.

“Fuck me, Luke,” I said. “Fuck me right now.”

I took his thick boner and guided it inside me.

He started fucking right away. It was clumsy and awkward at first. He had trouble finding his rhythm and kept trying to suck my tits at the same time.

Slowly, he found his way. It felt amazing. His cock was as big as I’d ever had. I felt completely full. He fucked slowly and deliberately.

“Are you going to cum?” I asked.

He shook his head.

“I last longer the second time.”

I grasped his firm ass.

“Then fuck me hard. Fuck me hard right now.”

He started driving faster.

“YES,” I said. “Give me that big cock. Blast my pussy, Luke. Blast my pussy.”

My titties were bouncing wildly. I cupped them both and held my nipples for him to lick.

“Harder!” I cried out. “Blast my pussy, baby. Give it to me.”

His thick cock rubbed my swollen clit with each stroke. I bit my lip to keep from crying out, but it felt incredible.

I started panting his name. I was so close. He was grunting and I knew he was ready to blow.

“Do it, baby,” I said. “Do it.”

With a final grunt he climaxed. I felt his hot cum pulsing inside me.

“Don’t stop fucking,” I pleaded. “I’m close.”

I rubbed my own clit frantically. I felt my muscles tighten. And I came hard with Luke’s dick inside me. My whole body shuttered. I couldn’t believe how good it felt.

The two of us collapsed in a heap.

“Did I do good?” he asked, finally.

“Yes,” I said.

“So I satisfied you?” he asked.

I thought about it for a second.

“I could go for another,” I responded. “You up for trying doggie style?”

Again, I knew what the answer would be before he even started to nod his head.

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