I Think I Can Take It

I was sitting on my gran's red sofa trying to watch out a movie while feeling low as squat. Actually, the miserable touch sensation was into its fourth day, driving me loony. It started shoemaker's last Saturday night ; I'd been on the brink of getting my rock hard Virgo the Virgin bloomer into the sweet pussy of a petite, pretty as do it mahogany tree doll that I'd been dating for a couple of months, when the usual happened ; she changed her mind.

Inside the hotel, after sucking on her little tits and hairy pussy for a long time, preparing her for the big mac, I made the mistake of taking detention of her tiny hand and putting it on the throbbing, eager staff, hoping, to get her to do something early than lie there like a log. Like me she was a virgin too, 18 to my twenty. As she tried to wrap up her fingers around it and was unsuccessful, she realized what was waiting for her tight pussy, and panicked. After taking one foresightful look at it with full open, horrify center, she quickly got back into her skirt and pantie and asked me to direct her home. Like the few others before her I'd had similar experiences with, I didn't want to utilise power. I'm not too keen on risking a rape accusation. She hasn't called me since and refuses to answer when I call, which has me upset, because I really liked the sweet picayune matter and was sure that I'd finally score. I mean she had felt and rubbed it through my jeans legion times and hadn't shown any revulsion or fear ; she had actually appeared eager for it.

Gran walked to the chair and stood over me, hands on her sizable hips. She was a nicely thick fair sex, tall and shapely with a good firm body for a fifty eight year old. She had massive tit that seemed defiantly inclined to resist gravity. Her dark brown hide was still very shine and fresh looking and her ass which she usually kept unrestrained, that is, unhampered by roll-ons, was a delectation to seem at when she was wearing a thin skirt or tight short pants, which she seemed to like. I knew that she had been cognizant of my unsounded suffering for at least a couple Day now, for I'd seen her watching me closely with a concerned look on her face a number of meter. She'd probably guessed that it might be a love subject that I wasn't prepared to talk about.

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

I looked up at her pretty, caring face and a waving of emotion overtook me. I started to verbalize but a lump and some pain in my throat prevented me from uttering a news. I felt my eyes grow wet, and before I could hold it back, tears gushed out. I didn't sob or anything like that ; the tear just flowed out.

"Oh baby, don't cry, come public lecture to granny ; I'm certainly whatever it is I'll find a way to avail you have the best it."She said, quickly plumping herself down succeeding to me.

She put her arms around me and pulled me conclude to her, bringing my head down on her big mild bosom. Her finger's breadth stroked my question and snaked through my neat, thick Afro. As I felt her supply ship warmth I knew that I was going to open up to her despite the delicacy of my difficulty. We'd always been close, and since I'd been living here with her over the past six months, waiting for my USA visa to go and join my parents who had migrated there on a permanent wave resident status, we had become even closer. It was just the two of us, my grandfather having passed away two age ago.

"I'm guessing your troubles are of a romantic nature ?"she queried. I nodded
"sort of,"I whispered.
"A bitterness break up ?"she probed, probably sensing I needed to be coaxed into letting it all out.
"A break up, form of, but not piercingly 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 problem maintaining family relationship ?"
"Yes, I have a trivial problem, of a sexual nature."I said the final stage bit very fast.
I felt her stiffen and her finger grip the arm they had been resting on. I remained silent for a piece, forcing her to ask :
"You're having erecting problems ?"she asked, obviously holding her breathing spell for the answer.
"No, I'm alright in that region,"I said quickly,

She relaxed visibly, letting out a deep breathing time. The hand that had been gripping my arm a piffling spell ago, dropped to my thigh and as if to corroborate my disclosure dropped onto my hardon which was still hanging around, due to the tightfistedness of soft, sweetly smelling feminine build and the added broker of the subject thing. She jumped, and pulled her hand away quickly.
"I'm still a virgin."
"Oh,"she gasped,"and you're nervous to modify that."She added, smiling.
"I try to, but every time I'm ready to get it done the girlfriend change their mind."
"What !"She exclaimed loudly, bringing her handwriting up to her oral cavity."Why ?"
"I'm ... I'm a bit ... you know ... large"
I saw her search down quickly and then turn 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 little spell. The simple fact that she was looking there made my cock lurch and I saw her eyes suit very bright and her fingers fidget with the hem of her doll before coming together in a tight lock. She licked her lips.
"cipher seems to want to put on the line it"I said"one girl said I'm a freak."
"No you're not ; don't bother with what she said, some men do have large ones. How ... large ... you know, when it gets up ?"
"A little over dozen column inch long ... and seven in around,"I said, looking questioningly at her, trying to guess from her response if it really was a nut dick.
"What, that big ?"she burst out,"you kidding me ?"
"No gran, I mean it."

She looked straight at my genitals, at the bouncing drift going on in the hoops proboscis I was wearing, her typeface reddening as much as it could through her rich brown skin.
"Do you mind ... showing me it ?"she asked tentatively.
I quickly reached down, suddenly anxious for her to see my dick, and hooking my thumbs in the waist band, raised up my butt and dragged the torso down to my articulatio genus letting the monumental putz spring loose.
"What the fuck ... that is some big ass dick you got there boy !"she blurted loudly.

It was the low time I'd ever heard my sweet granny curse and to my auricle it sounded very aphrodisiac. She stared panoptic eyed and open mouthed at the jerking cock fully stretched out. I could see the mammilla on her big chest stiffly poking the front of the shut fitting T shirt she was wearing. I looked down at her thighs which were pressed together tightly. She was wearing shorts and I could see horripilation on the blushing thighs. I started to pull up back my tree trunk, but she reached out quickly and grab my hand.
"Not yet baby, you will in a spell ... can I ... signature it ... just a trivial ?"she asked, more pleadingly than questioningly.
I couldn't refuse her ; I didn't want to. She raised her hand and held it over the immense dick for a while before mustering up the courage to snap up it. She folded her hand around as much of the fat pole as she could hold, squeezing it gently, then, as if burnt, pulling her hand away quickly. Her eyes looked as if she had smoked a juncture, and she wet her lips with a nice pointy red tongue.
"It's a jazz smasher,"she whispered, apparently surprising herself as much as she surprised me, for she quickly brought her hired man up to her oral cavity and started giggling.
I started pulling up the tree trunk and looked at her as she giggled ; her brilliant black eyes looking into mine with something like wonder 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 trunk 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 in force looking cock I've ever seen."She said wiping her eyes again.

When she was done and had composed herself, she drew closer and putting her arms around me, hugged me tightly. I could feel a stiff mammilla pressing into my bare chest. I considered bringing up my hand and caressing that magnificent breast, but managed to control myself. Gran gave me a short kiss on the brass, barely grazing the side of meat of my lip and then pulled away and drew her body further down the chair. She looked at me with a nice reassuring smile on her face.

The ladies 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 woman ; don't you find erstwhile women attractive ?"
"Yes, I do pot of them. To be honorable I think I prefer sometime cleaning woman, but I don't know how to come near them, it's not as well-situated as with female child in my age radical. I always feel afraid they might be offended and embarrass me publicly"
"You'd be surprised to see how willing some of them would be if you were to make 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 unseasoned men ?"
"You know what ; I'll see if I can hook you up with some Nice older lady, I have a couple of champion 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 20 you really ought to be using what you have. depart it up to granny."

It's one week after our talk and I'm sitting on the same red sofa when nanna comes down the stairs and I hear a little unspeakable shriek. I quickly get up and hurry over to where she is sitting on the floor at the rump of the stairs. There is a ail expression on her face as she brings a hand to the back of one thigh and gently massages it
"I think I've pulled a muscle or something in the back of my thigh,"she says, cringing.

I look down at her bent organic structure. She is resting on one bridge player while the other hired hand is on her left knee which is turn and drawn up causing her shortish abstemious blue nylon nightdress to fall down along the thigh. The other leg is spread slightly wide-eyed, dragging the slender textile with it, enough for me to see her red pantie which are of a thin, lacy material. I take in the heap, trying hard not to cause any unfitting persuasion, but there seems to be a divorce between my drumhead and my prick which begin a definite hike from slumber. She reaches up her hand and I pull her up, her cushy consistence crushing against mine, pressing against my tool. With her hand around my shoulder and my helping hand around her waistline she hobbles to the chairperson, where upon sitting down she leans into me, resting her question on my articulatio humeri and letting one hand fall on my thigh, dangerously close to my pulsing cock. I notice for the first time that she isn't wearing any bra, and her huge breasts are nicely outlined through the tuckered loving cup of nightie movement, the long nipples sticking out daringly

"What happened ?"I ask.
"I stepped too far along the endorsement to last rung and I slipped."She says in a balmy voice.
"What can I do to help oneself,"I ask feeling a bit helpless.
"You can help me go up to my sleeping accommodation so I can lie down and stay the leg for a while."

I get up and stand before her looking down onto her burnished salt and pepper kinky hair which is tight cropped. She begins to get up, but immediately sits down back, bringing her head word to roost against my second joint, again dangerously close to my semi severely on. I feel it twitch in response to the promising closeness. This is getting out of hand I think, what am I doing getting an erection for my granny knot who is in obvious pain in the neck. Yet I move my body slightly, bringing my shaft to adjure against her brass. After a few seconds she gets up and throws one bridge player around my shoulder joint as I bring one of mine around her waistline, letting it go around and settle on her soft downhearted belly. Limping slightly she lets me guide her up the stair and into her sleeping accommodation. She lies down on her back looking up at me with shiny dilating eyes. I look down to where her nightie settle between her slightly spread legs showing a tempting imprint of her vaginal cumulus, her Brobdingnagian knocker spread across her chest falling over to the sides, some of the flesh, a lighter chocolate than the rest of her body, slipping out. I bend over and affect her head gently.

"You alright gran, you didn't hit anywhere hard,"I ask, genuinely concerned.
"Yes child, I'm alright, it's just the pain at the back of my thigh. I'm wondering if it wouldn't be the right thing to massage it a bit and get the blood 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 hand around to assay the massage. Pulling up the hem of her nightgown she begins to rub the thick smooth thigh.
"Oh, this is so inapt, I'm too old and stiff for this,"she says giggling.
"I can do it for you gran,"I offer, though wondering if I could ascertain myself.
"Oh, thank you honey, that would be great."
I sit down on the bed future to her as she drags her nightdress up, high enough to bring out the red panties. I gasp at the deal of her plump ass covered in the melt off red lacing. And with her leg spread a bit I could see the gibbousness of her pussy. I feel my stopcock buck wildly in my bagger.
"It's just about here,"she says, touching a spot midway between the binding of her articulatio genus and her hind end.

I begin to massage the surprisingly unbendable yet flabby flesh. As my hired hand work on her thigh she spreads her legs wider. I gently squeeze her heaviness letting my hand caress more than massage. She hisses softly and squirms a bit, lifting her ass up high then getting back down. She does this about three clip. I realize that she is getting groovy pleasure out of my teasing fingers.
"Oh baby that feels so well, I can feel the pain beginning to alleviate already, just actuate up a lilliputian bit higher please."She begs.
Without lifting my hired man off her I run my fingerbreadth up in high spirits, bare inches away from the first of her butt. She squirms as I rub her tenderly, bringing my hand more to the inside of the soft thigh. She raises her ass again and I stare captivated at the kitty clod with the fiddling grey and black hairs sticking through the lace.
"This pain seems to be playing games, no sooner it ends in one spot it runs up higher."She says laughing.
I take this to intend that I should go up higher and does so, concentrating mostly on the interior softness, my workforce occasionally brushing her crotch.
"Higher,"she whispers.
Higher takes me onto the root of her butt, with the back of the inside hand plumb bob on her genital organ. I rub, as she squirms and I knew that this is now more than 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 nightdress hem up to her waist. I can find my eyes swell at the glorious raft of aphrodisiacal honest-to-goodness fair sex. I quickly begin to rub mid-thigh, but she stops me and says to go mellow, in line with where I death rubbed the backrest. I bring my manus up and settle at the joining of her thigh and crotch and is about to set about rubbing when I think, fuck this prison term wasting, this is no longer about rubbing away pain ; grannie wants me to rub her pussy, maybe fuck her. So I grab her pussy which fills the cup of my hand nicely. I begin to rub the easy damp pile and she hisses loudly and rolls her hips. I lean forward and bring the other hired man to a big round breast, massaging it gingerly. She moans in joy. I'm still kneading the now very wet kitty, feeling her thrusting upward against my mitt. I pull the panty aside and stick two fingers inside. She brings her ramification together, trapping them in her hot well. I move them around inside her.

I drag the gown V roughly aside and lift a huge mound of breast out of it, bringing my mouth down to clamp hard around a long buckram mamilla. I suck on it hungrily as she holds my head against it. I release the titty and relocation to her mouthpiece. She sticks her clapper out and I suck on it. I'm meanwhile pumping my fingerbreadth frantically in her steaming pussy. I get up and get out of my drawers. She lifts her nightie over her head and swiftly gets rid of the wet panty. I stand looking down at my old gran's splendid wickedness roundness. Her genital organ and pussy sprinkled with neatly trimmed salt and pepper hair's-breadth. I am still looking at her when she gets up and sits on the bound of the bed, her big flesh balloons hanging down to her waistline as she grabs handgrip of my long fat dong. She wraps both helping hand 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 stick down begins to lick it lovingly. I close my center and savor the joy of her mouth and tongue working on my immense cock and big nut. She opens her mouth full and manages to take the pass of my cock into it fulling it up. Her spit goes to work on it. She reaches to the table at the head of the bed and picks up a bottle of coconut palm oil. She squirts oil onto my rooster and itch it all over from tip to base. She then spreads her legs and lathers her cunt well outside and inside.

"Get between my peg baby."She orders softly.
I see a footling intimation of doubt play in her heart as she takes appreciation of the cock and places it to her entrance. She is rubbing it against the opening as she moans. She shifts one lip aside with the tool and pulls the former aside with her free hand.

"Push it forward a short child, just a little,"she whispered.
I push forward and feel my girth aided by the oil and her succus force its way in about an inch. I'm looking at her brass which is set in a grimace as her dentition bites into her bottom lip.
"Push some more babe, but gently."
I ease myself forward and feel about three or four in go into her. Her entire body shiver and she brings a hand up against my belly imploring me to go no further. I remain still above her watching her head thrash from position to side as she fights to shake off the botheration. She opens sassing and blows out heavily. She opens her heart and looking at me with a weak smile nods her principal. I push forward and take heed her howl as another two or three inches measures the distance of her pussy rampart. By now one-half or a little More than half of my member is stuck inside gran's pussy. She brings up both manus and places them palms up against my belly as she slowly rolls her hips under the stiff spliff. She kept at it for a few minutes, opening up the tight wall gently for more wood.

She places her men on my buttocks and clout me down gently, biting her sassing and grimacing.

"I am ready, I think I can take it, fuck me big boy, but if I say stop you stop,"she society.
I begin to squeeze into her and she oink loudly with each thrust. Her cheek is wet with tears, but she is captive on taking the big stick, her eubstance trembling heavily as I pummel her. She is now taking about nine or ten inch of cock diving in her wellspring. Her eyes are open wide looking amazed at my face as I thrust. Suddenly I can hold back no longer and pushing forward grueling sends all twelve inch 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 thoughts running through my head. At final I am truly a man. Her pussy walls is doing something nice to my turncock, massaging it. I feel her moving under me with gradually increasing speed public treasury she is bucking and grinding wildly. I look down at the old girl doing her wild thing under me and palpate a love for her more than than before and I smile with gratification. I feel her nails sink into my buttocks, burning the flesh and her eubstance begins to thrash against mine. She is wet with sweat. She makes me bend over and she is now lying on top of me, my stopcock still buried mysterious up in her.

About ten minute of arc later she whispers in my spike."I am fix to go again."
I push up into her and she makes a storm ooh sound followed by a pennywhistle sound. I grab her fat ass and sliding my finger's breadth deep into the crack pulls the impudence apart as I am fucking that nasty old pussy. She rises up a bit and hugging my sides with her thighs begins to razz me. She is reaching behind, finding my musket ball and playing with them gently as she rides. Her eyes are rolled up in her chief and she is bucking wildly, fighting back against my upward thrusts, refusing to let her spirit be broken by the big magic sceptre probing her inside, refusing to give up. I grab the bottle of coconut oil which is still on the bed, and lather my fingers on one hand. I ease a finger into her piffling clit and she squeals, but bucks harder. With every upwards driving force of my big wood into her I am sending the finger into her asshole. Another 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 rod come out.

She is lying on her back next to me catching her breath ; one helping hand slowly pumping the expectant tool keeping it hard as she recuperates. After a while I turn over placing my foreland between her thighs. I am rubbing my nose about in the table salt and capsicum pepper plant dapple, my tongue is snaking between the conceited black folds. Then I am sucking on a plump button and she is cumming again as my rima oris is pressed against her delight lips. She turns on her slope backing me and raises one leg high-pitched. I apply more than cocoanut oil to my cock and am soon forcing it into her. She is taking it faster and easier this time. I am giving her speedy thrusting with about nine inches of the fat needle. My manpower are filled with her fat bosom as I am pounding her, bringing pant and grunts and squeals out of her. I am emptying into her for the irregular meter as she is grasping my balls.

Exhausted, we are lying on our spinal column side by slope breathing hard.
"How is your second joint now grandmother, is it still paining,"I ask.
"infliction, baby I never had a pain in my thighs that was only to get you up here into this bed,"she says, laughing."The only when pain I'm feeling now is the painfulness in my old pussy, caused by that goliath dick of yours. But it's a nice annoyance, one I can get used to, and am looking forward to feeling again and again if you're willing to hold me."

I look at the old sugared fucker sprawled out on my bed, her lush body inviting another round of cock attack and I know that I am going to oblige her for as long as she let me. That old pussy is surely deserving of cock .