I’m a 70 year old man married to my second wife who is 65. Before I get to the real heart of this story, I should tell you how we met and got together.
Both of us were married before, both widowed. We had lived with our departed spouses in the same Chicago high rise condominium. As couples we had been casually acquainted, seeing each other occasionally in the parking garage, the building lobby, or in summer, on the rooftop swimming pool deck. When my wife was killed in an auto accident, our children were all grown and graduated from college. My son had moved to the west coast, and my daughter had taken a job in Paris teaching English to French high school students. When Francine’s husband died after a stroke, Francine sold their three bedroom unit, and bought a one bedroom on a higher floor.
Francine posted a note on the lobby bulletin board, looking for help moving her belongings up the freight elevator to her new, smaller unit. I phoned her and volunteered to help out. After a couple weeks of moving furniture for three or four hours during the weekday evenings, and sharing dinners together in one of the many neighborhood restaurants, there was nothing left to move but her dining room table. As we both lay on the floor on our backs unfastening the bolts to remove the table top from its bulky base so it would fit into the freight elevator, she looked at me and asked, “How come you never touch me?”
The question took me completely by surprise, and I could only answer, “let’s get this upstairs first, then I’ll answer you.” We wrestled the table top and base onto the elevator, and dragged them into her new home. After we finished bolting the table back together, she said’ “well, what’s your answer?” “Well ….,” I hesitated, “I was just helping out. I never was looking for anything more than your friendship.” She giggled mischievously, and responded, “here’s a thank you kiss,” put her arms around me and squeezed me tight, kissing me on the lips. The tight squeeze and lingering kiss said a whole lot more than “thanks.”
Francine is a stocky woman five feet eight inches tall – far from chubby, but thicker in the waist than the ideal “hourglass” figure magazines portray. Nevertheless, she is fit as a fiddle, with a very pretty face and long dark hair she braids down her back all the way to her waistline. When she took a breath after that kiss, all I could do was whisper “Wow!” After we both sighed deeply, she kissed my mouth again, this time with her lips parted and her tongue darting between my teeth. I could hardly believe it at first, but as she lingered I began ardently kissing her back. I put my arms around her, and squeezed her tighter against my chest and hips. Her right hand slid below my waist and pulled my backside towards her.
The next time we took a breath, she gazed up into my eyes, her cheeks rosy with passion, and she spoke out loud, “I don’t want just friendship,” she said. “I want you to fuck me. Right now.”
Before I could respond, she had unbuttoned my denim shirt and run her fingernails lightly all the way down the center of my chest to my belt buckle. I answered wordlessly by untying the bow of her halter top behind her neck, and letting the lightweight cotton fabric drop around her waist, completely exposing her beautiful breasts and perky nipples. I put a thumb on each nipple and began rubbing gently in circles around and across them. Then she hooked her fingers inside the waistband of my jeans and pulled me towards her bedroom, where the bed was already made up with fine silk sheets, and turned down, awaiting us.
Francine unbuttoned her khakis and wriggled out of them. Her halter top dropped to the bedroom floor with her trousers. She was not wearing any panties, and stood there before naked in all her glory. I dropped my shirt and jeans to the floor, kicking off my tennis shoes with the pants. Francine dropped to her knees and began hungrily sucking my cock. In less than a minute, she had me fully erect. I lifted her onto the bed, and began returning the favor by pressing my tongue between her pussy lips and gently sucking on her clit. As soon as I felt her juices flowing, I pushed my tongue deeper inside her, licking her G spot while continuing to suck on her clit. I felt her begin to shudder, and grind her hips into my face. “Oh, God,” she whispered.
The contractions of her first orgasm surged through her lower body as I moved my mouth over her left nipple and sucked it hard. When I moved across to the right one, she caught her breath and moaned, “You have to fuck me now. Fuck me hard!”
I firmly pressed the head of my circumcised cock against her outer lips, and pushed it slowly and steadily inside her juicy cunt. She was as tight as anyone my age could ever hope the woman beneath him to be. As my balls touched against her bottom, she lifted her knees over my shoulders and raised her buttocks off the mattress. We kissed with our mouths wide open as I began slow, long strokes in and out of her cunt. “Faster, harder!” she whispered in my ear, and I complied. When I felt the shudders of her second orgasm starting to well up, I plunged so deep insider the head of my cock touched her cervix. “Give it all to me, darling,” she breathed, “Cum inside me, deep inside me.”
As I felt her muscular cunt walls beginning to milk my hard on, she groaned loudly when my ejaculation splashed against her cervix. I hadn’t cum that hard in years. Four more spasms of my own orgasm flooded her cunt with semen. As I gently lowered my body weight on top of her, she kissed my lips and told me, “My dead husband never fucked me like that.”
I rolled over and we lay beside each other naked on the silk sheets. She reached her right hand between her legs and pushed two fingers deep inside herself, gathering our mingled juices on her fingers. She put those fingers into her mouth and tasted the sticky mixture of my cum and her juices. “We taste delicious,” she ventured, and then put both fingers in my mouth. I had to agree with her. A turned my head towards her and saw the drowsy smile on her face. Before she dozed off completely, she put her arm around me and whispered “Don’t go. Please stay the night.” I nodded in agreement and we both fell fast asleep.
As the sun rose the next morning, I awoke to the sensation of her warm, wet lips tugging at my cock. As soon as I stirred beneath her, she straddled my shoulders and planted her cunt lips squarely over my mouth. “Eat me,” she whispered. “I want your cum for breakfast.” I began lustily licking her clit and fingering the sensitive place inside her pussy, while she ran her tongue up and down my shaft, lingering now and then on the most sensitive slit at the head of my cock. I held back my ejaculation until I felt her shuddering orgasm beginning deep in her belly, then released five huge spurts into her waiting mouth. She turned over to face me and show me her cum coated tongue before gulping down the entire load. “You’re amazin’, darlin’”, she whispered, as she walked towards her shower. “Have a great day, and never forget who fucks you the best!”
After several weeks of riding the building elevators between our units to fuck each other like teen agers, we decided to avoid the risk of scandal in the community of retired and semi-retired professionals occupying our building. I sold my unit, she sold hers, we got married by a judge, and moved to a four bedroom ranch home in a far out suburb, where we were accepted in the community as a respectable married couple. Little do they know.
Before I married Francine, I knew via the condo grapevine that she had a married 45 year old daughter, and a 14 year old granddaughter who lived in West Virginia. I had never seen or met either of them, though. After we moved to the suburbs, Francine told me her daughter, Caroline, was the only special education grammar school teacher in the county where she lived, and that her husband was an alcoholic, unemployed coal miner. Caroline was the sole support of herself, her husband and her daughter Kelley. Once Francine and I settled in our suburban ranch house, I friended Caroline and Kelley on social media.
Caroline worked as a special education teacher during the school year, and in the summers she served as principal for summer school programs for the junior high and high school students. Kelley attended summer classes every year. The only time they had to visit Francine was the two weeks between the end of the school year and the start of summer. I sent them both text messages that I was looking forward to meeting them once school was dismissed. Caroline responded with a message asking me if I could keep a secret from her mom. When I said yes, she wrote back saying that her husband’s drinking was getting worse, and she needed a couple hundred dollars to pay their water bill. I mailed her a check from my business account, and didn’t mention anything to Francine.
A month or so later, I got another message from Caroline that Kelley was going to need braces, starting in the fall, and it would cost $2,000.00. Her school district did not provide dental insurance for the family, and she didn’t know what to do. I deposited the money in an account at the local branch of Caroline’s bank, and sent her a debit card so she could take out cash to pay the orthodontist each month, without Kelley, her mom or her husband Robert being any the wiser.
Once school was out for the summer in West Virginia, Caroline and Kelley packed up their SUV and drove out for their annual 2 week visit. Caroline’s husband Robert didn’t want to make the trip. Apparently, he never did accompany them. They arrived late on a Saturday afternoon, and we all unpacked the SUV and moved each of them into her own bedroom in our new ranch house. After a dinner of corn on the cob and barbequed chicken on the patio grill, we went indoors before the mosquitoes came out, and talked about planning our activities during their visit. Kelley was all excited to visit the Renaissance Faire held on a big farm one county over, and ride the elephant and watch the knights jousting. Caroline said she needed a day to rest up from the long drive. Francine volunteered to take Kelley over to the Faire, and leave Caroline at home with me.
I got up early Sunday morning and made bacon and eggs for Kelley and Francine. After breakfast they drove off in the direction of the Faire. Almost soon as the car pulled out of the drive, I heard Caroline’s voice coming from her room. “Gee that bacon sure smells good! Could you cook some bacon and eggs for me, too?” I replied “Sure,” and heated up the frying pan again. A few minutes later Caroline appeared in the kitchen wearing nothing but a gauzy cotton nightshirt that only went down to her knees. I could see she shared her mom’s stocky but appealing figure, and the same pretty facial features, though Caroline’s face was framed by a short pageboy cut of her raven hair.
Caroline sat down at the kitchen table, and I scooped the bacon and scrambled eggs I had just fried onto a plate for her. I sat down across the table from her, pretending not to notice her perky nipples pushing out the thin fabric of her nightshirt. She said, “Thanks for breakfast. I also want to thank you for taking care of Kelley’s braces without letting Robert or my mom know.” “It’s OK,” I responded. “You are family, and every family has its secrets.” “How true,” she smiled sweetly, “Which brings me to another thing you could secretly help me out with.” “What’s that?” I asked. “I can put more money into that secret account.”
“No, thanks” she said. “It’s not about money. We do have our family secrets, but mom and I are very open about almost everything. For example, she tells me you are a very good fuck.” I must have blushed as red as the bricks on the outside of our new house – she giggled and went on, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to embarrass you. It’s just that Robert’s drinking is getting more frequent, and he doesn’t have sex any more, at least not with me. There are rumors he is over at the divorced neighbor lady’s house a lot of afternoons before Kelley comes home from school though.” I sat in stunned silence. She lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper: “I suppose I could fuck some of the single men in town, but if anyone found out, I could lose my teaching job.”
“How can I help,” I asked, nervously hopeful, awaiting her response. Caroline gave another schoolgirl giggle. “Well …..” she hesitated briefly. “I thought we could fuck a couple of times today, so I can see whether you are as good as mom tells me.” With that she grabbed the hem of her nightshirt in both hands and pulled it completely off over her head, turning slowly all the way around. “If you like what you see, follow me into my room.”
I left the breakfast dishes on the table and followed her down the hall. I notices a bottle of lube on the nightstand, and saw Caroline on her knees on the bed, using her fingers to rub some of it inside her cunt. I dropped my sweat pants on the bedroom floor, releasing my tumescence, which she peered at from between her thighs. “No need for preliminaries this time’” she said. “Just stick that thing inside me and fuck me good.” She pushed a pillow underneath her stomach as I walked up behind her bottom and pressed my cock against her pussy lips. I slid easily into her cunt because of the liberal amount of lube she had spread there. Once I was inside her as deep as possible, she whispered, “Squeeze my tits and fuck me hard.” Of course I followed her instructions.
During several minutes of thrusting inside Caroline’s pussy, with her pushing back against me every time my ball sac touched her thighs, I squeezed both her breasts as hard as I thought it was safe to do. Then, I felt Caroline’s pussy walls convulsing against my hard on faster and faster, until I began shooting a huge load of cum inside her. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” she shouted. “Cum in me hard!” Caroline collapsed onto her tummy on the bed while I still stood behind her, pumping every last drop of my warm, sticky cum deep into her. “Before lunch,” she whispered, “I want to see your face when you cum inside me. Before dinner, I want to taste a whole load of your spunk in my mouth, and swallow it.” Then she fell asleep.
After I washed and put away the breakfast dishes and the frying pan, I went back into Caroline’s room and pulled the top sheet and blanket over her naked body as she slept. Then I changed into a pair of silk lounging pajamas to wait and see what would happen next. About 11:30 that morning, Caroline tiptoed into the library where I was reading, dressed only in the same gauzy nightshirt she had been wearing at breakfast. This time there was no pretense of modesty. “This morning was awesome, just like mom said it would be,” she told me. “Now I want to fuck you face to face.”
She walked slowly around to my side of the mahogany desk, where I sat in an armless straight chair with my book. She placed the ribbon sewn into the book’s binding atop the page I had been perusing, and closed the book, putting it aside out of my reach. Then she knelt in front of my chair, untied the drawstring of my silk pajama trousers, and took the head of my cock into her warm, wet mouth. In less than half a minute I was hard as a rock. She pulled the nightshirt over her head, and lifted one foot across my lap, straddling my chair facing me. She spit on both her hands, rubbed them on my erection, and sat down, pushing my erection deep inside her.
Caroline took control of the pace of our fucking this time, slowly moving up and down my shaft as I gently tweaked both her nipples. When they stood up and hardened under my touch, I started sucking on one, then the other. Caroline wouldn’t kiss me this time – she wanted to see my whole face when I eventually ejaculated into her cunt. We fucked tenderly and slowly until the grandfather clock in the foyer struck noon. Then she started grinding against my lap in little circles, picking up the pace until I could feel her back arch and her pussy throbbing against my hard on. Her cheeks flushed, but her eyes never left mine. “Fill my cunt, daddy,” she exclaimed as her orgasm peaked at the same time I began ejaculating into pulsating pussy.
We sat there face to face, French kissing tenderly until my cum began leaking out between her labia and my penis. Then she stood up, picked up her nightshirt, and wiped off both our genitals. “Please make us some lunch, daddy, while I go clean up,” she whispered, and disappeared along the hallway. I pulled up the sikl lounging pants and went into the kitchen to make us some sandwiches.
Just as I was putting the finishing touches on our sandwiches, Caroline strutted into the kitchen, this time wearing a pair of Bermuda length steel gray cargo shorts, a man’s white cotton button down shirt, and a pair of white patent leather 6 inch heels that profoundly emphasized the taught curves of her muscular calves. Under the shirt was a demure white cotton front closure bra, without any fancy ornamentation. It was a hot looking sexy outfit, but far more elegant and understated than the nightshirt she wore earlier. Over our sandwiches we talked idly about how much fun Francine and Kelly must be having at the Renaissance Faire. When we had washed down the last of the sandwiches with our beers, Caroline stood up to her full height in those 6 inch heels and said, “Come to my room. You owe me dessert.”
As I stood at the foot of her queen sized bed, Caroline untied the drawstring of my pajamas and pushed my shoulders back onto the mattress. Then she slid her shorts down her muscular legs, taking care to keep the white high heels on her feet. She was not wearing any panties. She slowly unbuttoned the white shirt, and unfastened the clasp at the front center of her bra, releasing her voluptuous breasts. She bent over me and pressed my quickly hardening cock between her tits and began rubbing them up and down the shaft, while licking the head to moisten it. As soon as she could see I was fully erect, she straddled my hips and began fucking me in the cowgirl position, while I pinched her bare nipples as she tossed her head back and thrust her hips up and down, squeezing my cock with her cunt walls.
As she began fingering her own clit while we fucked, I could feel her shuddering orgasm pulsating against my hard on. Before I could climax, she lifted her pussy off my cock and straddled my face, replacing her wet cunt on my cock with her equally wet mouth and tongue. “Eat me out!” she commanded, and I distracted myself from my own pleasure to concentrate on tonguing her clit and G spot. By the time she stopped grinding her hips against my jaws and began her second orgasm, I was spurting rope after rope of warm, sticky semen into her waiting mouth. She sat up on the bed next to me, facing me, and stuck out her tongue to show me her mouthful of cum before gulping it all down her throat. “Awesome!” was all the praise I could vocalize.
Listen, mister,” she giggled. “You need to shower and get dressed before my mom and Kelley get back from the Ren Faire. I’ll wash the sheets and make up this bed just as if nothing happened.”
By the time Francine and Kelley pulled into the driveway, I had steaks and huge potatoes on the grill, and the whole yard was filled with the delicious fragrance of a wonderful dinner. Kelley sipped her apple cider while the rest of us quenched our thirst with the hard variety, and talked over dinner about what fun things Francine and Kelley did at the Renaissance Faire. “Mom, your new dad is a great cook,” Kelly announced as we finished up our pistachio gelato. “Yes, he is,” Caroline replied. “He did all the food preparation today, while I relaxed from yesterday’s long car trip.”
Mosquitos were starting to buzz around the yard. “You ladies can finish your drinks in the library while I clean up the grill and these dishes,” I said, and the three of them went inside.
Forty minutes later the sun was setting as I put away the last of the dishes and went into the library to collect the last of the glassware. When I went in the girls were giggling. “I hope everyone had fun today.” I said. Kelley and Caroline, I am very happy to finally have met you both.” Come on, darlin’,” Francine responded. “It’s time for us old folks to turn in.”
When we were undressed and under the covers, Francine turned to me and asked, “What do you think of Caroline and Kelley?” “Well,” I replied, “Caroline was certainly good company while I fixed our meals and finished the chores. She seems like she has the same upbeat personality you do.” Francine had her back against me, and wriggled her bare bottom against my hips. “How about a good night fuck?” she giggled into her pillow. I said nothing at all as she lifted one leg and I slid my cock into her cunt from behind her, reaching around her hip to press my thumb against her clit while I fucked her. It was only a few minutes later that she began groaning “Fuck me! Cum in me!” over and over again as her pussy contracted around my spurting penis. When we settled down we could both hear soft giggling coming from the two bedrooms down the hall.
The next morning I prepared a light breakfast for the four of us as soon as the sun was up. Francine and Caroline were already dressed, but Kelley was still barefoot and wearing one of the school soccer jerseys she apparently slept in. I noticed for the first time she had the same stocky build as her mom and grandmother, with very muscular calves, good for that particular sport. As I washed up the last of the breakfast dishes, Caroline announced, “Kelley, your grandma and I are taking the train into the city today to do some serious shopping along Michigan Avenue. You can come along with us, or stay here with stepdad for the day.” “Oh, mom,” Kelley answered, “I’m still tired from the Faire yesterday. I think I’ll just stay here. Maybe my new step granddad will play some chess with me.”
“That’s a great idea, honey,” Caroline said. “But watch out, Grandma Francine says he’s a formidable chess player.” Caroline and Francine drove off in the direction of the railroad station. “Kelley, the chess set is in the library,” I told her. “You can bring it in the family room and we can play on the coffee table.” Kelley brought the board and chess men into the family room. She expertly set out the pieces on the board, putting a black pawn in one hand behind her back, and a white pawn in the other. Then she held out her two fists toward me. “You choose, granddad,” she announced. I gently touched the back of her left hand, and she dropped the black pawn onto the table. “Goody, I move first,” she giggled.
Kelley stood between the sofa and the coffee table, contemplating her first move. I sat on the oriental carpet on the opposite side of the table, my legs crossed underneath me Indian style. Kelley pushed the white Queen’s pawn ahead two squares, and then sat down on the sofa. She was a mirror image of my posture, her muscular, tan legs crossed beneath her bottom. Her soccer jersey rode all the way up her thighs, and I couldn’t help noticing her bottom was naked and her puffy teen aged pussy lips were in plain view. I must have stared a little too long. “Your move, granddad,” Kelly said a little impatiently.
I pushed the black Queen’s pawn ahead two squares in the traditional Ruy Lopez Spanish opening, and waited for her response. “Ruy Lopez,” Kelley announced. Then, without moving her knight, she lowered her voice to a whisper. “Granddad, my mom told me some secrets about you.” She said conspiratorially. “did she tell you I am paying for your braces?” I whispered back. She giggled. “Yes, but that’s not all,” she said a little less softly. “What else did she tell you?” I inquired. “Well ….” She hesitated. “While you were cleaning up after dinner last night and mom and I were with grandma in the library, mom said you fucked her three times yesterday, and came in her mouth.” I sat speechless. “After that,” she continued, “Mom and I could hear you fucking grandma at bedtime.”
“Wow!” I finally blurted out. ”Has your mom told you any other secrets about me?” Kelley wasn’t hesitating any longer. “Yes,” she announced. “Mom said if I let you see my cunt, maybe I could get you to fuck me, too. When she said that, grandma said it would be a good idea.” As she finished that pronouncement, she hiked her jersey even higher up her thighs, giving me a full on, eye level view of her inviting, fuzzy teenaged snatch.
Sensing my hesitation, Kelley went on, “Really, granddad, do you want to keep playing chess, or do you want to come to my bedroom and eat me out and fuck me?” With that, I threw every inhibition to the wind. “I would love to eat you out and fuck you, Kelley,” I replied. “Have you been fucked before?” “Sure, she responded matter-of-factly. “I have to be a goody two shoes around home, because of mom’s teaching job. But when our soccer team goes to games in college towns in other counties, I let the college boys fuck me whenever I can get one to do it. Don’t you have a hard on yet? Let’s go to my room and make out naked.”
I didn’t need any other invitation. I followed Kelley to her room and pulled off my blue jeans. As I unbuttoned my shirt she pulled the soccer jersey over her head and stood there in front of me completely nude, in all her thick-waisted glory. As I finished undressing, she sat on the edge of the bed with her knees and calves dangling over the side, waiting. “Will you eat me out, granddad, before you fuck me?” she asked. I answered, “Sweetheart, I’ll do whatever you want me to do.” “OK” she said. “Kneel down.” I knelt between her thighs and she spread her legs wide open to my face. Before I touched her, I breathed deeply t take in the scent of her beautiful young cunt. Then I took two fingers and spread her pussy lips apart until I could see her pink clit.
“Eat me just like you ate my mom,” Kelley giggled. I began lapping at the tip of her clitoris as I pushed two fingers inside her. After a few seconds my fingertips located that slightly raised, super sensitive spot inside her cunt and I began gently stroking it. “Oh, granddad,” she moaned as I continued flicking my tongue across the tip of her clit, periodically sucking it across my teeth and deeper into my mouth. Then I felt her back arching against the mattress, and she started tossing her head from side to side. Her moaning got louder and longer. She sucked in a deep breath, and began grinding her hips against my face. Het juices flowed sweetly and freely onto my tongue. A minute later she relaxed, and her panting slowed. I pulled my mouth away from her cunt lips and stared at her beautiful naked body.
Her eyes were closed. Her skin was flushed a bright pink all over her body. I could see her firm abdominal muscles still quivering with the remnants of her powerful orgasm. Her lovely young face wore an expression of dreamy contentment. Her eyes slowly opened and she saw me staring at her. “Wow, granddad!” she exclaimed. “That was awesome. I thought my head was going to explode.” She giggled. “Do you still have a hard on? Will you fuck me now?”
“If you’re sure it’s what you want, of course I’ll fuck you,” I answered quickly. By this time Kelley was sitting up in the center of the bed with her arms wrapped around her knees, staring directly at my naked body and fully erect cock. “I’m sure,” she panted. “I want to feel your hard cock inside me as far as it will go. I want to feel what my mom said she felt when you shot your cum deep inside her cunt. I want to know what it’s like to get fucked by a man who can make my head explode just by eating my pussy.” She let go of her knees and lay back on the bed with her thick, tan young thighs spread wide apart for me.
For a minute I knelt between her thighs, sucking her nipples, then French kissing her ardently. “Here goes,” I whispered in her ear, and pressed my erection against her cunt lips. She was wet and slippery. As soon as she felt the head of my cock enter her, she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me inside her until my erection bumped her cervix. I began with long, slow, deep strokes, spreading her juices all along the shaft of my cock and the walls of her cunt. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me harder,” she began to pant. I could feel her tummy start to tremble against my thrusts. I saw her face relaxing into the same dreamy, contented expression I noticed after eating her out. Her hips rose to meet every thrust of mine. I could feel the climaxing crescendo of her orgasm as she whispered, “You fuck so good, granddad. Please come in my cunt like you did with my mom.”
I pushed my swelling cock all the way against her cervix one last time, and let go of spurt after spurt of supercharged cum deep into her. We lay naked, holding each other, and dozed for half an hour. When I awoke, Kelley was still lying drowsily next to me, cum dripping slowly out between her pink pussy lips. “Let’s get cleaned up and dressed,” I suggested, “and I’ll make us some lunch.
Kelley padded into the kitchen barefoot, wearing white Bermuda shorts and a tank top with no bra underneath, as I set down two salad plates holding chopped raw spinach leaves, topped with slices of hard-boiled egg, crumbled bacon and shredded cheddar cheese, and drizzled with homemade balsamic dressing. Kelley put a forkful of the salad in her mouth and tasted it. “Yummy,” she announced, “but not as tasty as your cum, granddad.” I blushed.
Moments later the garage door went up, and Francine and Caroline returned from their shopping trip. I set out two more salad plates for them, and as we all ate lunch they told us all about their trip into the city, where they shopped, and what they bought. I washed off the salad plates, Kelley dried them and put them in the cupboard. “Well, now,” Francine said, “we left our packages in the library when we came in. We can all go sit down there and you two can tell us all about your day while we show you everything we brought back from the city.”
Kelly led me by the hand into the library, giggling. When we were all seated in the cushy leather chair there, Caroline asked, “Did you two have fun while we were out?” There was a short but awkward silence while I was trying to figure out just what to say, but Kelley giggled and spoke before I could formulate an answer. “Granddad ate me out until I thought my head was going to explode, then he fucked me and came right against my cervix. His spunk is still dripping into my panties.” I blushed beet red, and sat stone still, waiting for the reactions.
“Sweeeeeeeet!” Caroline responded. “I told you if you showed him your pretty cunt you could probably get him to fuck you.” Francine chimed in after that, “You two are such sweethearts,” she cooed. “Now all three of us have fucked him. Kelley, do you want to show us all your cum stained panties?” Kelley stood and wriggled out of her Bermudas, pulled down her white satin panties, rubbed two fingers around in the puddle of cum that filled the crotch, and put those fingers in her mouth before passing the panties around the room. “Granddad’s cum tastes sweet and salty, as good as you said it would be grandma,” Kelley announced, standing in front of all of us naked except for her tank top. Caroline and Francine were grinning ear to ear.
Caroline smiled right at me. “I think we should all get undressed right here,” she said. ”I want to suck another mouthful of that cum out of the best hard on I ever tasted, then the three of us can turn around with our asses up in the air. I think he owes each of us another load deep inside us.” Francine was already unbuttoning her blouse. “Sounds like a plan to me,” she replied. “But, Caroline, if you get a whole mouthful, you should share it with me and Kelley, don’t you think?” Then Francine pulled a brand new white beach towel out of one of the shopping bags and spread it out on the leather sofa. By the time she finished smoothing it, we were all buck naked, and Caroline was kneeling in front of my chair, sucking my cock and squeezing my balls gently. Francine stood on one side of my chair watching eagerly, and Kelley stood on the other side cheering her mother on. “You suck cock good, mom,” Kelley giggled.
Under the circumstances, it didn’t take long for me to fill Caroline’s mouth with my semen. As soon as I did, she leaned across me and French kissed her daughter, and then turned to the other side and French kissed my wife. All three smiled, stuck out their cum coated tongues at me, and then simultaneously gulped down everything I had offered up to Caroline. Then the three of them lined up facing the towel covered leather sofa and knelt there with their bottoms in the air, the thick thighs spread wide and their inviting pink cunt lips eagerly waiting. With intermittent pauses to rest and recharge, I fucked Caroline first, Kelley second, and Francine third, filling their pussies with my cum to delighted squeals and moans. By dinner time, all four of us were spent.
As we left the library to clean up and fix the evening meal, Francine kissed me lovingly on the mouth. Licking her lips with a smile of supreme satisfaction, she said, “Well, I think we just established a perfect family bond.” That is how our family story began, and we are still living life in the perfect loving family.
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