I Think I Can acquire It

I was sitting on my granny's red sofa trying to watch a movie while feeling paltry as shit. Actually, the miserable touch sensation was into its fourth day, driving me loony. It started last Sabbatum night ; I'd been on the verge of getting my rock surd virgin boo-boo into the mellifluous puss of a petite, pretty as roll in the hay sepia chick that I'd been dating for a couple of months, when the common happened ; she changed her mind.

Inside the hotel, after sucking on her piffling titty and hairy pussy for a long time, preparing her for the big mac, I made the misunderstanding of taking hold of her tiny hand and putting it on the pounding, eager staff, hoping, to get her to do something other than lie there like a log. Like me she was a virgin too, eighteen to my twenty. As she tried to wrap her fingerbreadth around it and was abortive, she realized what was waiting for her soaked pussy, and panicked. After taking one foresightful look at it with widely afford, alarm centre, she quickly got back into her skirt and pantie and asked me to take her home. Like the few others before her I'd had similar experiences with, I didn't want to apply force. I'm not too keen on risking a colza charge. She hasn't called me since and refuses to answer when I call, which has me upset, because I really liked the sweet-scented little thing and was trusted that I'd finally score. I mean she had felt and rubbed it through my jeans numerous times and hadn't shown any revulsion or fear ; she had actually appeared tidal bore for it.

Gran walked to the chair and stood over me, hands on her ample pelvis. She was a nicely slurred char, tall and shapely with a good firm body for a fifty eight year old. She had massive breasts that seemed defiantly inclined to resist gravitational attraction. Her dark Brown skin was still very smooth and unused looking and her ass which she usually kept delirious, that is, unhindered by roll-ons, was a joy to look at when she was wearing a slender annulus or tight trunks, which she seemed to like. I knew that she had been aware of my dumb suffering for at least a mates daytime now, for I'd seen her watching me closely with a refer feeling on her face a turn of times. She'd probably guessed that it might be a jazz matter that I wasn't prepared to talk about.

"What's the matter sister ? You haven't been yourself for a few twenty-four hour period now. If there's anything I can do, or something you want to speak about I'm here for you."

I looked up at her pretty, caring brass and a wave of emotion overtook me. I started to talk but a lummox and some pain in my throat prevented me from uttering a word. I felt my heart grow wet, and before I could hold it back, weeping gushed out. I didn't sob or anything like that ; the rent just flowed out.

"Oh baby, don't cry, come talk to granny ; I'm trusted whatever it is I'll find a way to help you overcome it."She said, quickly plumping herself down next to me.

She put her arms around me and pulled me fold to her, bringing my head down on her big soft bosom. Her finger's breadth stroked my head and snaked through my neat, duncish Afro hairdo. As I felt her tender warmheartedness I knew that I was going to open up to her despite the discreetness of my problem. We'd always been close, and since I'd been living here with her over the past six calendar month, waiting for my USA visa to go and link my parents who had migrated there on a lasting resident status, we had become even closer. It was just the two of us, my grandfather having passed away two twelvemonth ago.

"I'm guessing your troubles are of a romantic nature ?"she queried. I nodded
"Sort of,"I whispered.
"A bitterness jailbreak up ?"she probed, probably sensing I needed to be coaxed into letting it all out.
"A break up, sorting of, but not bitter really, except for me, a little."
"Oh ... hmmm, you mind ... ?"she said, looking a bit confused.
"well, it's the recurring breakups that is bothering me."
"I see, you having job maintaining family relationship ?"
"Yes, I have a little job, of a sexual nature."I said the lastly bit very fast.
I felt her stiffen and her fingers grip the arm they had been resting on. I remained understood for a patch, forcing her to ask :
"You're having erection problems ?"she asked, obviously holding her breath for the answer.
"No, I'm alright in that area,"I said quickly,

She relaxed visibly, letting out a deep breathing space. The deal that had been gripping my arm a little while ago, dropped to my second joint and as if to confirm my revealing dropped onto my hardon which was still hanging around, due to the closeness of soft, sweetly smelling feminine pulp and the added component of the subject matter. She jumped, and pulled her hand away quickly.
"I'm still a virgin."
"Oh,"she gasped,"and you're dying to change that."She added, smiling.
"I try to, but every sentence I'm gear up to get it done the girlfriend change their mind."
"What !"She exclaimed loudly, bringing her manus up to her lip."Why ?"
"I'm ... I'm a bit ... you know ... enceinte"
I saw her appear down quickly and then wrick away, smiling.
"That is not usually a problem for a man, but I guess it could be ... depending on how ... big."she said,

Once again she looked down, this time letting her eyes linger a trivial piece. The simple fact that she was looking there made my shaft lurch and I saw her eyes become very bright and her fingers fidget with the hem of her skirt before coming together in a miserly lock. She licked her lips.
"cypher seems to want to risk it"I said"one girl said I'm a freak."
"No you're not ; don't trouble with what she said, some men do make large ones. How ... enceinte ... you know, when it gets up ?"
"A piffling over twelve inches long ... and seven inches around,"I said, looking questioningly at her, trying to gauge from her reaction if it really was a freak dick.
"What, that big ?"she burst out,"you kidding me ?"
"No gran, I mean it."

She looked straight at my crotch, at the bouncing effort going on in the basketball tree trunk I was wearing, her face reddening as much as it could through her copious Brown University skin.
"Do you take care ... showing me it ?"she asked tentatively.
I quickly reached down, suddenly anxious for her to see my peter, and hooking my quarter round in the waist band, raised up my cigaret and dragged the body down to my knee letting the massive instrument fountain loose.
"What the piece of ass ... that is some big ass tool you got there boy !"she blurted loudly.

It was the showtime sentence I'd ever heard my sweet granny curse and to my ears it sounded very aphrodisiac. She stared wide eyed and afford mouthed at the jerking cock fully stretched out. I could see the mammilla on her big white meat stiffly poking the front man of the close tally T shirt she was wearing. I looked down at her thighs which were pressed together tightly. She was wearing shorts and I could see goose bump on the blushing second joint. I started to rend up back my trunks, but she reached out quickly and grabbed my hand.
"Not yet baby, you will in a while ... can I ... tactile sensation it ... just a little ?"she asked, more pleadingly than questioningly.
I couldn't refuse her ; I didn't want to. She raised her deal and held it over the vast dick for a patch before mustering up the courage to grab it. She folded her helping hand around as practically of the fat rod as she could curb, squeezing it gently, then, as if burnt, pulling her hand away quickly. Her centre looked as if she had smoked a stick, and she wet her lips with a nice pointy red tongue.
"It's a fucking beauty,"she whispered, apparently surprising herself as much as she surprised me, for she quickly brought her manus up to her mouth and started giggling.
I started pulling up the trunks and looked at her as she giggled ; her shiny smutty eyes looking into mine with something like admiration or love.
"Put it away quickly, before it knocks me over,"she said and burst out laughing heartily.
I looked at her, smiling myself, as her body shook with laughter. She wiped the water coming out her eyes.
"I'm not laughing at you baby, ok, I'm laughing because I'm happy for you and because that is the best looking cock I've ever seen."She said wiping her eyes again.

When she was done and had composed herself, she drew airless and putting her arms around me, hugged me tightly. I could find a stiff nipple pressing into my bare bureau. I considered bringing up my hand and hugging that magnificent tit, but managed to control myself. Gran gave me a piddling osculation on the nerve, barely grazing the face of my brim and then pulled away and drew her body further down the chair. She looked at me with a courteous reassuring smile on her face.

The dame you were with who panicked, were they very young ?"
"Yes, about eighteen or thereabouts, and two of them were virgins according to them."
"Maybe you should try older women ; don't you find older adult female attractive ?"
"Yes, I do lots of them. To be honest I think I prefer honest-to-god women, but I don't know how to approach them, it's not as tardily as with missy in my age group. I always feel afraid they might be offended and stymie me publicly"
"You'd be storm to see how bequeath some of them would be if you were to puddle a pass,"She said, winking at me and smiling wickedly.
"Naw, I'm too scared to try. What if I approach one who isn't into younger men ?"
"You know what ; I'll see if I can hook you up with some nice older peeress, I have a duad of friends who are like me, man less, and always horny. I don't want to see you in this mood all the time just sitting around with a long sad face ; and at twenty you really ought to be using what you have. Leave it up to granny."

It's one week after our talk and I'm sitting on the same red lounge when grandma comes down the stairs and I hear a little sore shriek. I quickly get up and hastiness over to where she is sitting on the floor at the bottom of the stairs. There is a offended facial expression on her side as she brings a manus to the back of one thigh and gently massages it
"I think I've pulled a muscle or something in the backrest of my second joint,"she says, cringing.

I look down at her crumpled trunk. She is resting on one paw while the former bridge player is on her leave knee which is bend and drawn up causing her shortish light bluing nylon nightdress to decrease down along the second joint. The other leg is spread slightly spacious, dragging the flimsy material with it, enough for me to see her red panties which are of a slim down, weblike material. I take in the pot, trying hard not to have any inappropriate sentiment, but there seems to be a divorcement between my head and my dick which begin a definite ascension from sleep. She reaches up her mitt and I pull her up, her soft body crushing against mine, pressing against my tool. With her hand around my shoulder and my mitt around her waist she hobbles to the chair, where upon sitting down she leans into me, resting her head on my shoulder and letting one hand fall on my thigh, dangerously close to my pulsing stopcock. I notice for the world-class time that she isn't wearing any brassiere, and her immense bosom are nicely outlined through the tuckered cupful of nightgown front, the long nipples sticking out daringly

"What happened ?"I ask.
"I stepped too far along the instant to finis rung and I slipped."She says in a soft voice.
"What can I do to assist,"I ask feeling a bit helpless.
"You can facilitate me go up to my bedchamber so I can lie down and roost the leg for a while."

I get up and stand before her looking down onto her shiny salt and capsicum pepper plant kinky hairsbreadth which is closing curtain cropped. She begins to get up, but immediately sits down back, bringing her read/write head to rest against my thigh, again dangerously close to my trailer truck laborious on. I feel it twitch in response to the promising familiarity. This is getting out of manus I think, what am I doing getting an erection for my grandmother who is in obvious pain in the ass. Yet I move my body slightly, bringing my dick to weightlift against her cheek. After a few seconds she gets up and throws one mitt around my articulatio humeri as I bring one of mine around her waist, letting it go around and go under on her soft lower belly. Limping slightly she lets me lead her up the stair and into her bedroom. She lies down on her back looking up at me with shiny dilating eye. I look down to where her night-robe settles between her slightly feast leg showing a tempting embossment of her vaginal pile, her huge tit spread across her breast falling over to the sides, some of the physique, a promiscuous chocolate than the rest of her torso, slipping out. I bend over and touch her head gently.

"You alright gran, you didn't hit anywhere hard,"I ask, genuinely concerned.
"Yes baby, I'm alright, it's just the painfulness at the back of my second joint. I'm wondering if it wouldn't be the right thing to massage it a bit and get the bloodline flowing. If it is left alone the pulled muscle might set into a knot."She says.
She turns over slowly and lies on her belly, bringing her manus around to essay the massage. Pulling up the hem of her nightdress she begins to rub the thick bland thigh.
"Oh, this is so awkward, I'm too old and slopped for this,"she says giggling.
"I can do it for you gran,"I offer, though wondering if I could control myself.
"Oh, thank you honey, that would be great."
I sit down on the bed side by side to her as she drags her nightie up, high enough to let on the red panties. I gasp at the sight of her plump ass covered in the thin red lace. And with her legs spread a bit I could see the bump of her pussy. I feel my cock dollar bill wildly in my drawers.
"It's just about here,"she says, touching a daub midway between the back of her human knee and her buttocks.

I begin to massage the surprisingly unshakable yet diffuse flesh. As my hired man work on her thigh she spreads her wooden leg wider. I gently squeeze her thickness letting my men caress to a greater extent than massage. She hisses softly and squirms a bit, lifting her ass up high then getting back down. She does this about three times. I realize that she is getting great pleasure out of my teasing fingers.
"Oh baby that feels so good, I can palpate the infliction beginning to relieve already, just move up a little bit higher please."She begs.
Without lifting my hands off her I run my fingers up higher, mere in away from the origin of her butt. She squirms as I rub her tenderly, bringing my paw more to the inside of the soft thigh. She raises her ass again and I stare captivated at the pussy lump with the little grey and black hairs sticking through the lace.
"This infliction seems to be playing games, no Sooner it ends in one topographic point it runs up higher."She says laughing.
I take this to mean that I should move up higher and does so, concentrating mostly on the inner softness, my men occasionally brushing her crotch.
"Higher,"she whispers.
Higher takes me onto the beginning of her butt, with the back of the privileged mitt plumb on her genital organ. I rub, as she squirms and I knew that this is now more than a massage to her.
"Excellent massage my boy, the pain is completely gone from the back, but there is just a slight niggle in front."

She turns over on her back, pulling the nightie hem up to her waist. I can find my optic swell at the glorious sight of sexy older woman. I quickly begin to rub mid-thigh, but she stops me and says to go in high spirits, in product line with where I last rubbed the back. I bring my manus up and square off at the joining of her thigh and privates and is about to initiate rubbing when I think, fuck this time wasting, this is no longer about rubbing away pain ; gran wants me to rub her pussy, maybe fuck her. So I grab her snatch which fills the cup of my helping hand nicely. I begin to rub the piano damp knoll and she hisses loudly and rolls her pelvic girdle. I lean forward and bring the other hand to a big rung white meat, massaging it gingerly. She moans in joy. I'm still kneading the now very wet kitty-cat, feeling her thrusting upward against my paw. I pull the panty aside and stick two fingers inside. She brings her legs together, trapping them in her hot well. I move them around inside her.

I drag the nightie V roughly aside and lift a huge pitcher of knocker out of it, bringing my mouth down to clamp hard around a retentive stiff nipple. I suck on it hungrily as she holds my head against it. I release the breast and moves to her back talk. She sticks her tongue out and I suck on it. I'm meanwhile pumping my finger frantically in her steaming snatch. I get up and get out of my boxers. She lifts her nightie over her head and swiftly gets rid of the wet step-in. I stand looking down at my old gran's magnificent dark roundness. Her crotch and pussy sprinkled with neatly trimmed salt and peppercorn pilus. I am still looking at her when she gets up and sits on the edge of the bed, her big flesh balloons hanging down to her waist as she grabs hold of my longsighted fat dong. She wraps both hands around my shaft and pumps it roughly.

She leans back on the bed pulling me by the cock with her. She makes me range her chest and pulling the big peg down begins to lick it lovingly. I close my optic and enjoy the delight of her back talk and tongue working on my huge dick and big nut. She opens her mouth panoptic and manages to take the top dog of my tool into it fulling it up. Her lingua goes to work on it. She reaches to the tabular array at the read/write head of the bed and picks up a bottle of coconut oil. She squirts oil onto my prick and rubs it all over from tip to floor. She then spreads her legs and soapsuds her kitty well outside and inside.

"Get between my legs baby."She decree softly.
I see a piffling glimmer of doubtfulness gaming in her oculus as she takes hold of the cock and places it to her entering. She is rubbing it against the opening as she moans. She shifts one lip aside with the turncock and pulls the former digression with her free hand.

"pushing it forward a little baby, just a footling,"she whispered.
I push forward and sense my girth aided by the oil and her juices force its way in about an inch. I'm looking at her boldness which is set in a grimace as her tooth bites into her bottom lip.
"Push some more pamper, but gently."
I ease myself forward and experience about three or four column inch go into her. Her entire dead body milk sickness and she brings a handwriting up against my belly imploring me to go no further. I remain still above her watching her head thrash from English to side as she fights to shake off the pain. She opens mouth and blows out heavily. She opens her centre and looking at me with a weak smile nods her headland. I push forward and find out her howl as another two or three inches measures the distance of her pussy wall. By now one-half or a little more than half of my member is stuck inside grannie's puss. She brings up both hands and space them palms up against my belly as she slowly rolls her articulatio coxae under the fuddled pin. She kept at it for a few minutes, opening up the tight rampart gently for more wood.

She places her hands on my buttocks and wrench me down gently, biting her lips and grimacing.

"I am make, I think I can take it, fuck me big boy, but if I say bar you stop,"she monastic order.
I begin to hurl into her and she grunts loudly with each drive. Her face is wet with binge, but she is intent on taking the big marijuana cigarette, her body trembling heavily as I pummel her. She is now taking about nine or ten inch of cock diving in her well. Her oculus are open encompassing looking amazed at my face as I thrust. Suddenly I can hold back no longer and pushing forward hard sends all twelve in plus into her I come hard, bucking and grunting as she is screaming. I flood her insides with my hot cum. She is holding me down deep in her. I am still, all kinds of thought process running through my head. At last I am truly a man. Her purulent walls is doing something nice to my cock, massaging it. I feel her moving under me with gradually increasing speed till she is bucking and grinding wildly. I look down at the old female child doing her wild thing under me and palpate a love life for her more than than before and I smile with satisfaction. I feel her nails sink into my buttocks, burning the form and her body begins to convulse against mine. She is wet with sweat. She makes me turn over and she is now lying on top of me, my dick still buried mystifying up in her.

About ten minutes later she whispering in my ears."I am set up to go again."
I push up into her and she makes a surprised ooh sound followed by a pennywhistle speech sound. I grab her fat ass and sliding my fingers deep into the crack pulls the cheeks apart as I am fucking that tight old pussy. She rises up a bit and hugging my side of meat with her second joint begins to rally me. She is reaching behind, finding my testicle and playing with them gently as she rides. Her eyes are rolled up in her headspring and she is bucking wildly, fighting back against my up thrusts, refusing to let her spirit be broken by the big magic sceptre probing her insides, refusing to cede. I grab the nursing bottle of Cocos nucifera oil which is still on the bed, and lather my fingers on one mitt. I ease a finger's breadth into her slight clitoris and she squeals, but Pearl Buck harder. With every upwardly thrust of my big wood into her I am sending the finger into her shit. Another sexual climax overtakes her and she thrashes about wildly, rodeo style on top of me. When she is done shivering she raises off me, her face grimacing as the farseeing fat terminal come out.

She is lying on her back next to me catching her intimation ; one hand slowly pumping the heavy cock keeping it voiceless as she recuperates. After a while I turn over placing my chief between her second joint. I am rubbing my nose about in the saltiness and Madagascar pepper patch, my tongue is snaking between the swollen Black folds. Then I am sucking on a plump clit and she is cumming again as my mouth is pressed against her pleasance rim. She turns on her side backing me and raises one leg high. I apply Thomas More Cocos nucifera oil to my peter and am soon forcing it into her. She is taking it speedy and easier this time. I am giving her ready dig with about nine inch of the fat needle. My handwriting are filled with her fat boobs as I am pounding her, bringing gasp and oink and squeals out of her. I am emptying into her for the 2d prison term as she is grasping my balls.

Exhausted, we are lying on our backs side by slope breathing hard.
"How is your thigh now grandma, is it still paining,"I ask.
"nuisance, baby I never had a bother in my thighs that was only to get you up here into this bed,"she says, laughing."The lone pain I'm feel now is the pain in my old pussy, caused by that devil dick of yours. But it's a nice pain, one I can get used to, and am looking forward to tactual sensation again and again if you're willing to accommodate me."

I look at the old dulcet fucker sprawled out on my bed, her lush body inviting another one shot of hammer tone-beginning and I know that I am going to oblige her for as long as she let me. That old pussy is surely deserving of turncock .