Erotic Grandpa Stories นิยาย & เรื่องราว

grandma exclaims, and grandpa gives her an amused look. “We’re not having any more pups. That son of ours was enough,” he says in mock exhaustion making grandma swat his chest. We all just chuckle at their antics. I’m so glad they’re here, this wouldn’t have been the same without them. We’re all sitting around enjoying grandpa and grandma telling us stories about their travels when my dad comes up and squeezes my shoulders.

This story is based on a close friend's recollection of her relationship with an older gentleman when she was young. It begins when she is a young soldier stationed in Germany in the 1970's and befriends an older German gentleman. This is a series that takes the reader through her sexual and fetish awakening... Young girl learns from a much older gentleman. Enjoy.. *****

And if you realize it, they'll say it was luck. They will talk, they will talk... I just won't listen. *** The next tale was a tribute to my great-grandfather. I was very young, but I remember that he loved to tell stories. And yes, he was superlative at telling stories. The superlative and extremely stupid Manduca

Lilly looks to Gramps. “I’ve waited 20 years for a mate, I can wait another few hours,” Gramps smiles. “EWWW,” All the cousins say as we turn to start the party. I notice Grandpa is very pouty and grandmother rolls her eyes at him as the day progresses. “What is up?” I ask sitting next to Grandpa with cake. “You know if my mate had died maybe I would have the hot witch as a second chance,” Grandpa pouts. “You got the hot Lycan Princess, Gramps got a murdering traitor,” I say raising my eyebrows at him. “I think you still win.”

“Yes. I like her attitude. She’s kind of a known personality here in New York and very wealthy. And I’m here in the same restaurant as her and dancing with a millionaire. I’ve got a lot to tell my grandkids when I grow old.” He snorted. “That’s a long while away to even think about,” he said near my ear as he turned me with his body in between two dancing couples. “It’s tradition. Grandparents should have a lot of stories to tell to their grandkids, and I’m thinking this should be a good one to tell.” I frowned. “I’m not sure what my husband-to-be would feel about it, though. I should get someone who will not mind any adventurous story I tell. Or not get jealous of me.”

Grandpa was over there, smiling like an idiot. What's wrong with this old man? I asked myself. Grandpa didn't wait for her to hug him. He walked right up to her and gave her a big bear hug. Everyone's mouths fell agape. We were waiting for Grandpa to pull away from the young girl, but he just pressed himself closer to her breasts. Jesus Christ! My grandpa is a pervert. Gerry stepped in to the rescue. He held Grandpa's shoulders like he was giving him a massage and slightly pulled him away from Chastity. "And this is my Grandpa, Wesley," Gerry ground his teeth together as he introduced Grandpa.

The rest of the time my cock is either in her pussy or up her asshole running its full length back and forth. It's lucky Grandma is too old to have any more children, otherwise we would be overrun with brats. But I loved to fill up her womb with my seed irregardless. She loved it too. When we fucked we talked about making babies and how good it was to cum right into her cunt without a condom as many times as I wanted. Grandma told me she loved the feeling of my cock hardening even more, stretching out, and pumping cum into her pussy. It sent her over the edge to have my meat come alive inside her and spit out its fluid into her innards. She dreamed about become impregnated with my baby. She

So, starting just under my miniscule breasts, Grandpa kissed his way down my body, pausing to lick my belly button, before moving down to my black bush and down over my sex until he reached the bottom of my vagina. He then kissed, licked and sucked his way back up my labia, spreading them open and tasting the inner lips all the way up to my clitoral hood. The moment he made contact with my most tender spot, I spasmed again. "Grandpa, what are you doing to me?" I asked him, adding, "I've only ever given myself one orgasm with my fingers; you've already given me two with your tongue."

The crowd murmured in agreement. "I want to tell you all a story," Grandpa began, a twinkle in his eye. "One of love, passion, and the kind of connection that can only be described as...electric." I rolled my eyes and whispered in my fiancé's ears. "He is going to spend the next thirty minutes narrating the tale of his and Grandma's fairytale romance." River giggled, the kind of giggle that tickled my heart. Heart? Heart? Seriously? I meant, crotch!

I followed him everywhere like a lost puppy. On one of his visits, which was during the Halloween season, he told me a particularly chilling story about his teen years at fifteen. Grandpa loved to tell me scary stories and there was nothing I liked more. It was our thing. I’m older now, and I have a husband and children of my own, but I wanted to relate this story to those who can appreciate the eternal love grandparents have for their grandchildren, and I promise you, if you stay until the end, you will be rewarded. My Grandpa’s story began like this: