Grandpa Sex Stories Novels & Stories

So I said, "It’s just three years. That’s enough to convince him. After that, we go our separate ways. And relax... no sex, if that’s what you were thinking.” Her head shot up so fast it nearly snapped her neck... and I won't deny it... that almost startled me. For a heartbeat, her eyes were wide, like she wasn’t sure whether to laugh, scream, or hit me. And to be honestly, I was actually expecting the hitting. Growing up with Grandpa had its perks, sure... he may be a titan in business, but let’s just say charming girls wasn’t one of them. The man couldn’t handle a conversation with a girl to save his life. Seems I inherited both halves, but with more of the latter. Can’t blame me for tryin

“And if she won’t? You’re a young man, Percival. How about the temptations? When was the last time you get laid? Or jerked off yourself?” My face heated with embarrassment. Why grandpa had to remind me of my boring sex life? Jeez. “Jesus, Grandpa. Can we not talk about my sex life, please?” I rolled my eyes. This is not the topic I wanted to talk about with him, but he had a point. “Up to you, Percival, but if it helps you improve your social skills, then go ahead. Just treat her right, and behave, okay?” “I’m not that a grade-A jackass, Grandpa, especially not to a woman. And please, don’t remind me of my ex-boss because I’m not going to apologize for what I did.”

“I hope she will be smart like me too” “I hope she won’t become an old perv like you” Meredith said squeezing her eyes at him but being amused. “What is wrong on being an old perv?” Grandpa asked. “Being a perv gave me a lot of satisfactions: you being Max’s wife, I caught a gorgeous girl as my mate” and he winks at auntie Jen how is red like a boiled crab. “And now I received a great granddaughter. So there are a lot of benefits in being an old perv! ”

Grandpa Jason seemed to be having the time of his life, telling me what a hot little slut I was, comparing my pussy to the way Grandma used to be back in the day. He rolled me on to my back and pulled my legs up over his shoulders until his huge cock was nearly bumping my cervix with every thrust, his breathing became deeper and deeper as his hard fucking shook me like an earthquake. I stared up into his face and bit my lip, wanting to cum again, but just too tired. If Marcus was ever too busy to satisfy me, I knew who’s door I’d be knocking on.

My husband would make me spread my legs, hand trembling, asking me to finger myself while he brought in another whore and fucked her right in front of me. “You’re so old, Olivia,” he sneered one night, dipping the girl’s head to take his cock in her mouth. She gagged around him, moaning and choking, and I couldn’t stop imagining it was me. My hands ached to take him, to feel him inside me again, but I was forced to watch. “Can you even ride a cock now?” he taunted, eyes on me. “Or have you gotten so lazy you can’t even spread those legs wide enough?”

"Nnnnngg ahhh!" Stephanie's whole body tensed and spasmed as she came hard over her pillow. When she opened her eyes, she saw the sex scene only intensifying. The actor was turning the actress on her backside as he spread her legs. Stephanie took a deep breath and released it. She reached over to her nightstand and pulled free a large plastic bag. Opening it she removed a small pink vibrator and a tan rubber dildo. THE END of step family and age gap stories.

By the eleventh stair, the grunts turned to deep rooted growls mixed up with loud moans, all feral and needy. “Urghhh.. fuck me harder... just like that.” A sloppy, obscene sound followed, like fingers...A cock, thrusting into something wet and slippery. I stopped right in my tracks. My stomach flipped. No fucking way he was fucking someone in the same bed he shares with my mother.

I didn’t even need clitorial stimulation anymore…just cumming hard whenever they spilled inside me. “Best fucking bachelor party ever,” The guy currently slamming inside my pussy said. He rubbed my clit and played with my breasts while fucking me and I came so fucking hard I nearly black out. It was the new voice that entered the room that made me nearly jump out of my skin. “What are you boys doing here?” My father-in-law’s voice called out and my blood turned to ice. “Well, I think they are having a gangbang.” An amused voice answered and I felt even nauseous.

Exquisitely drawn, not crude as such works often are. ‘Do you find them a turn on? Most people do, myself included,’ he said, then boxed her in between an angle of the wall and his broad shoulders, lowering his voice and adding, ‘I learned about sex through them. When I was a kid, I'd steal the keys, hide in the little room and wank my budding prick as I looked at them. My first come was over the one featuring the lady in the boudoir. I can even remember what it was called - Morning Toilette. I was frightened I'd stained it. with spunk, but I’d managed to catch most of it in my handkerchief.’

Then he added a twisting motion, grinding his knuckles against my entrance while his thumb found my swollen clit and rubbed fast, filthy circles. “Mnhhh!!” My knees buckled. I pressed harder against the pole, my ass pushing back involuntarily against his hand. The old man chuckled darkly. “Look at you grinding on my fingers like a desperate little slut. You hate it, but your cunt is creaming all over grandpa’s hand. Does your boyfriend know what a perverted whore you are?” “I… I don’t have a boyfriend,” I whimpered quietly, my voice breaking. Tears of shame stung my eyes.