Novel & Cerita Old Granny Sex Stories

This woman has had so many experiences and lived so much life; I just cannot get enough. The best part of Granny Apple is that she isn’t just wise; she is a little crazy too. It’s a “fun” crazy… the kind where you may not always agree with the opinions the other person has, but you cannot help but enjoy them anyway. For example, she told me that all of the underwear in her closet is white because she refuses to wear colored underwear. She is convinced that the dyes in colored underwear will turn her vagina different colors, and “men don’t like a rainbow down below.” I do not even know how it would be possible to dye your vagina, but it entertains me to no end that Granny Apple seems to r

"An older man fucking you like you're his property. Tell me the truth, Lia." "Yes! Yes, Julian! Harder, please, fuck me harder!" I sobbed, completely losing my mind from the pleasure. He gripped my waist with both of his huge hands, lifting my body slightly with every single downward plunge, driving his dick so deep I could feel it hitting the very top of my womb. The forbidden nature of it, the raw age gap, the way he completely controlled every inch of my body pushed me straight over the edge. My tight walls clamped down on his long dick like a vice, contracting wildly over and over again as a massive, uncontrollable squirt burst out of me, drenching his thighs and his stomach.

I could feel the old couple moving around above me, and my hips began to hump the old lady's smooth dress that covered her leg. I felt Edit reach down to begin to jack me off and I raised my mouth up off of her husband to look over to see him kissing her and playing with her saggy old tit, while she was still holding the brush up my ass with one hand, and jacking me off with the other. Edith's dress was off of one shoulder revealing her tit for her husband and when she saw me looking up at them, she pulled my head towards her old tit.

My pussy clenched around him. Then he pulled out, carried me to the bedroom, and threw me on the bed. He climbed on top. We fucked in missionary. I wrapped my legs around him while he thrust deep. “Your pussy is gripping me so tight,” he said. “You love this old man dick, don’t you?” “Yes! I love it! Fuck me deeper!” I answered, digging my nails into his back. Damn having sex while being drunk feels so good. I rode him next, bouncing on his cock hard, my hands on his chest. “Uh..yea…fuck!” he groaned. “Bounce on that dick.”

“Okay, fine. He had me bent over the couch in the open area for half the night. Fucked me so deep and slow at first, then got rough when I told him to, he pulled my hair, choked me just enough, made me squirt all over the floor while people watched. Then he flipped me and made me ride him until my legs gave out. I think I left claw marks on his back. Worth it.” I laughed, the sound bubbling up light and free. “Look at us…three walking disasters who finally got properly dicked down. My ex could barely last thirty seconds and here we are, limping like we ran a marathon on dick. I’m never going back to quick, boring sex again. From now on, it’s rough, tied-up, make-me-scream-or-don’t-bother sex

Still, her pussy throbbed with arousal at being used so roughly. Soon, they switched places. Sara got up and spread her legs wide for Vincent. He shoved three thick fingers into her. "Oh, fuck," Sara moaned. He fingered her with powerful strokes, curling relentlessly against her G-spot. Clara dropped to her knees and took his massive cock into her mouth. She sucked hard on his cock. “Yes, just like that,” Vincent groaned. “Choke on it, Clara. Show me how much you want your stepdaddy’s cock.”

Zoe stopped asking. She told me about, losing her virginity, without a lot of graphic detail. Didn't matter her nipples poked out while she was telling the tale, must have been some fun there. Told me more about the married guy and the next one. I could tell they were good. The stories got a bit more graphic. I got hard. Pulled my chair closer to the table. She squirmed in her chair and those nipples made a return. She paused. "So, what do you like to do?"

I rolled my eyes. She didn’t even have the sense to look embarrassed. “When it’s good, it’s good, baby girl. And at our age…” she started, but I quickly covered her mouth with my hand. “I don’t want to know grandma. Please stop oversharing.” I pleaded. She laughed while moving my hand. “Fine, I won’t talk about our sex life. But by all means, feel free to give me vivid details about your trio of men.” she smiled.

“Do you want your capable grandson to become the laughing stock of the city?” The old lady asked, “What are you talking about?” After all, she was almost 100 years old; his beating around the bush confused her. “Your granddaughter-in-law is cheating on your grandson!” The old lady was speechless. “Your granddaughter-in-law is having an affair with another man behind your grandson’s back! And there’s more than one man! But I found out about everything!”

was some kind of campus Casanova, a mysterious god of sex who’d seen it all, done it twice, and written the manual. The truth was, I was a fraud. A beautiful, well-structured, grammatically perfect fraud. I was a virgin whose only sexual experience was the chafing on his own dick and the bitter taste of his own cum. Lately, the stories were getting harder to write. The well was running dry, and my own hand was getting tired. I was recycling my own pathetic fantasies, and they were getting stale. The latest comments on the magazine’s online forum were a public execution. ‘The author is obviously a virgin. Total turn-off.’ That one line had burned itself onto the inside of my eyelids. They kne