Gram Comes Again

Literotic asexstories – Gram Comes Again by Aged49writer,Aged49writer
Reading my granddaughter’s graphic reports on her new life as a college student stirred memories of my own time in the throes of sexual liberation.

Sandra is the daughter of my older son, Charles. She and her brother, Charles Jr. or “Chip,” who is just eleven months younger than her, have always been my favorites among my seven grandkids, though I love them all, of course.

Sandra and Chip take after their parents. My son and his wife, Marie, met at an orgy and have been swingers all their dating and married life. While Charles was getting lots of pussy, he says, he knew that Marie was the woman he wanted to marry when at that sex party she took his substantial dick in her mouth and down her throat with room to spare, swallowed his cum and kept him hard so that he could then fuck her.

Their children are remarkably attractive and borderline brilliant. Sandra is working on her Ph.D. in history while teaching some courses under a professor’s guidance. She is, naturally, also banging the prof. She’s been credited as a researcher in one best-selling history book. Chip is already making waves at the Law Review during his first year at Yale after earning a B.A. summa cum laude with a double major, business administration and political science.

When they visited me several years ago, the kids not only freely and gleefully discussed their sexual escapades with others but also with each other. They need not have worried that I might object to incest. I had to shift in my chair as Sandra described how wonderful it feels to have Chip’s cock in her mouth and to feel it throb when he comes in her throat or pussy. Fact is I’ve always regretted never fucking my own brothers.

I have to laugh, though, when I think they might be the only two men I’ve taken a pass on in my life.

I gave my first hand job when I was twelve and my first blowjob on my thirteenth birthday. I discarded my virginity in the back seat of a Buick following an eighth-grade graduation party.

My junior year in high school, I accepted a challenge from my best friend and fucked the entire starting offensive line after the homecoming football game, then went double or nothing with the defensive backfield. Needless to say, I was called on to repeat the feat the following year.

I went on my version of a double date — two boys and me — to the senior prom. We didn’t stay long. We went to a pool party at a friend’s house where everyone seemed to have forgotten to pack a swimsuit. I fucked them both before taking on a handful of other boys. We took the long, long, long way home so that I could give them both blowjobs on the ride.

My classmates in nursing school teased me by saying I was majoring in anatomy, with a special focus on male genitalia. I laughed along with them. I couldn’t deny it.

There were the times — yes, plural — for instance, when I hustled over to the fraternity where Sandra years later pulled some trains and announced to the brothers that I was ready and willing. They kept a mattress in the basement game room. As a couple of them laid it out on the floor, two others would rip off my clothes. (Once literally; I had to borrow a shirt and pants to wear back to my room the next morning.) Anyway, any number of them would drill my pussy while I sucked random cocks. We’d usually finish with me lying on my back, looking up at them and laughing like a fucking hyena as they painted me with cum from head to toe.

Before I became a nursing supervisor and had to pretend to be a responsible adult, my colleague Ashley and I would find a vacant hospital room, or even just a vacant bed in a semi-private room, and invite the male doctors, nurses and orderlies between our legs. Don’t ask me how we did it acrobatically, but we once finished the party with me licking Ashley’s cum-filled cunt while a cardiac surgeon and a pediatrician banged away in my pussy and asshole.

The cardiac surgeon became my husband. Charles’s father, Sandra and Chip’s granddad. Now late, alas, after the disease he dedicated his life to curing struck him down as we strolled along the Champs Elysees two years ago.

Conrad and I agreed on so much — family (vital, important above all else), medicine (second only to family), politics (live and let live), religion (live and let live), arts (no opera or ballet, please), recreation (golf, tennis, swimming, running), sex (more, more and more).

We hosted formal dinners and cocktail parties to raise money for the animal shelter, the food bank, the community theater, the underfunded public library and public health service. We gave sparingly to political candidates, believing few of them of any stripe were really worth our trust and support. We filled our shelves to overflowing with books — novels, biographies, histories. We compiled a substantial library of music, from Chubby Checker and the Beatles to Bach and Beethoven.

We hosted orgies. Neither of us possessed an ounce of jealousy. He said he loved to watch me suck other men’s cocks, gulp down their cum. I told him I relished seeing his dick slip back and forth between other women’s pussy lips. We were the horniest couple we knew — the night before he planted his face on that sidewalk in Paris, he fucked me twice before I eased him to dreamland with a languid blowjob. Sometimes I think I can still taste his slightly sour cum.

Once when Sandra and I were deep in one of our periodic swapping of ribald tales, she asked me how many cocks I’d had in me.

“Oh, honey,” I said, “I really don’t know. Frankly, when the number hit three figures, I stopped counting. In fact, there were times when I was so busy with a cock on one end that I wasn’t sure who was sticking his dick in me on the other end. I just knew I liked it.”

“Holy fuck, gram, you really rocked.”

I smiled at her, grazed my fingers over her soft cheek. “I still do, dear,” I said. “I still do.”

She then told me about a sorority on campus that staged a night during Pledge Week called Blind Bitch Banging. They’d invite entire fraternities over. They’d blindfold pledges and have the brothers fuck them, so the girls wouldn’t know whose dick was in their pussy or their mouth. Sandra didn’t join that house. But she instituted the game at the sorority she did join. It was so popular that the sisters refused to limit it to Pledge Week and pledges. They held it monthly. They had a signup sheet. They had a waiting list.

I don’t mean any of this to be bragging. I don’t aim to shock, dazzle or dismay. I just want to establish a baseline of knowledge about me for you to understand what I set about doing after recently re-reading Sandra’s missives from college. (A sampling of which, by the way, you can find in the “Letters and Transcripts” section of this website.)

Since my husband croaked, I’d been as celibate as a nun. For sure, I gave my vibrator and dildos workouts. I sucked my cunt juice off my fingers. I hadn’t sworn off pleasure itself, after all. But reading Sandra’s reports told me what I needed was a return to the days when I enjoyed a steady parade of cocks to play with.

I called my old friend Ashley, the one whose pussy I licked while my future husband and another doctor nailed me.

“Ash, I’m ready to get back in the game. I need your help.”

“It’s about time, Corey. And, you’re still certifiably hot. I’ve had several men ask about your, uh, ‘availability.’ You’re in that rare category — a GILF, Grandma I’d Like to Fuck.”

“Well,” I said, stifling a laugh, “are these GILF seekers wrinkled old guys with man boobs, sagging asses and limp dicks? Because I’m no spring chicken, you know.”

In my eighth decade, though, I am in remarkably good shape. My skin is smooth, my eyes bright, my boobs still hang around on my chest rather than down around my waist. I’ve kept at my exercise routine, so my hips are tight, my legs slim and firm.

“I’m shocked and offended, insulted to the highest degree,” Ashley cried. I should have had her on FaceTime. I’m sure she was smirking in feigned offense. “To imply that I would set you up with any man unworthy of your fine fuckability denigrates my character. I challenge you to a duel, madam.”

“I accept your challenge,” I said, stifling my laughter no more. “I choose for weapons hard cocks at close quarters. You may name the time and place.”

“Eight o’clock tomorrow night. My place. Come prepared to come. I intend to give your sweet vag a lickin’ it’ll remember.”

Ashley had broken away from the medical profession to marry a fantastically wealthy real estate developer. He had used other people’s money to amass a fortune for himself. She had taken half of it, including the 10,000-square-foot house, in the divorce settlement. The final straw was when she caught him fucking other women without inviting her to join in. To add insult to injury, she made sure she got to keep the contract for the well-hung gardener too.

I arrived promptly at eight. Since I had been sexually idle for so long, I was a bit nervous. Ashley put me at ease with some tender hugs and kisses, a caress of my ass. And a glass of wine. To give us some alone time, she had told the men to show up at nine, which they did.

They were handsome dudes. I was pleased. Austin was probably a bit over six feet tall. He had distinguishing patches of gray at the temples, but a full mane of thick black hair otherwise. Even in a loose polo shirt and slacks, I could see he was well toned. Troy was bit shorter, stockier, a little thinner on top. But he had a bright smile and a hearty laugh. I claimed him for my own, at least to begin with.

Ashley and Austin sat on the couch, Troy and I on a facing love seat. He put his arm around me. I nestled against him, let my hand rest lightly on his thigh. Austin owned a regional chain of convenience stores. Troy was managing partner in a financial consulting firm. They knew literature, theater, music, cinema, current affairs. They were light-hearted, witty. They were younger than I and men I couldn’t wait to get naked with.

Ashley had the same thought. She slid against Austin, pressing her right tit against his shoulder and running her fingers up his thigh to the growing bulge in his pants. Troy pulled me hard against him. I moved my hand up to his stiff prick. We kissed. Ashely and I massaged their dicks, they fondled our tits.

Ashley stood up, grabbed Austin’s hand and motioned for him to stand. We all rose and followed her to the master bedroom, where she had prepared her king-size bed for us by removing all bedding except the bottom sheet. She wrestled with Austin’s belt, button and zipper while Troy unbuttoned my blouse, pushed if off my shoulders, reached around to unhook my bra and let it fall to the floor.

Troy stooped to lick, kiss and suck my nipples. Ashley knelt, fished Austin’s dick from his pants and wrapped her lips around the tip. I held Troy close to my chest. My nipples were hard little rocks. He sucked them tenderly. I ran my fingers through what hair he had.

I whispered, “That feels good, Troy. That feels really good.”

“Your tits are great, Corey. Mind if I take a look below?”

“You’d better,” I said, giggling and pushing him down to the floor. “I shaved my snatch just for you.”

Ashley released Austin’s dick form her mouth long enough to protest, “Hey, what about me? I get a taste of that cooch, too, you know.”

Troy had my skirt and panties down to the floor. I kicked them away.

“Uh, am I invited to the pussy party too?” Austin asked, holding Ashley’s head between his hands as she sucked his cock back into her mouth.

Troy was nibbling all around my slit, the tease, driving me crazy. Then his tongue struck my clit, and I jerked as if stunned by an electric shock. He clutched my ass and pulled my crotch back to his face. I spread my legs to give him ample room to park between them and lick my cunt. His tongue slid up, down and around, over my twitching knob, between my labia and finally into my pussy. I crushed his head between my thighs.

“Oh, fuck, Troy. Yes, yes. Eat me.” A tsunami swept through me. All the pent-up power of missed orgasms rattled my body. My vision went fuzzy, my mind blank. Every fiber of my being was centered in my snatch, and it was rocked by a massive explosion. I vaguely heard Troy’s lips and tongue lapping up the juices flowing from my cunt.

When I recovered, I pushed Troy down on the floor. I crouched over him, tugged his pants and briefs down his legs. He wiggled out of his shirt. His cock was impressive, long, thick, hard as steel. I licked up and down the shaft, tickled the tip with my tongue. He moaned in delight. I eased the glans between lips, slowly, slowly sucked more and more of his shaft into my mouth.

I’m no deep-throat artist, not like my daughter-in-law Marie, Sandra and Chip’s mom. That woman can really swallow cock. But I’ve been told I give excellent head. After the shattering climax Troy had brought upon me with his tongue, I was determined to reciprocate with my mouth. I worried about being rusty, but it really was like riding a bike.

I sucked him fast, faster, fastest. I slowed, idled, pulled away, rubbed the tip of his cock over my cheeks, my chin, my lips. I held his balls. I licked up and down his rod again and again, then eased him back into my mouth. He moaned louder, twitched and writhed beneath me.

I wanted him in me. I wanted him to fuck me. I crawled on top of him. He looked up at me and smiled. I held his dick straight up and gradually lowered my ass, taking him slowly, tantalizingly into my wet cunt. He filled me so completely that it felt like his dick was the sole thing inside me. I loved it.

I began rocking back and forth on top of it, then up and down, then back and forth again. He grasped my ass with one hand, reached up to bounce my tits in the other. I picked up the pace, going zero to sixty as slowly as I could but anxious to get there, to feel my ass crash down onto his thighs, his balls jiggle between my thighs, his dick slam into the wall of my snatch.

“Oh, yeah, fuck me, Troy. Your cock feels so fucking good in me. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”

He thrust up into me. That hit the spot. Another jolt of electricity coursed through me. He obviously felt the effect our fucking had had on me, and he could hold back no longer. I felt his dick pulsate in my pussy as he shot what seemed like gallons and gallons of cum into my cunt.

I collapsed on top of him. He wrapped his arms around me, held me tight. He whispered in my ear. “That was the fuck of a lifetime, Corey. Ashley undersold you. She said you were fantastic. In reality, you’re fantastically awesome.”

I kissed his cheek. ‘You ain’t no slacker yourself, Troy.” I moved over and kissed him softly on the mouth. “And I hope we aren’t close to being done yet.”

He chuckled. “We’ve only just begun.”

I finally looked up to check on Ashley. She was on her hands and knees sideways on the bed, looking down at us as Austin drilled her pussy from behind. She had the look of a woman being well fucked. I loved watching her tits sway to and fro as she met Austin thrust for thrust.

I sat up on my knees next to Troy. I held his slippery, semi-hard dick in one hand and jiggled Ashley’s tits with the other. Her boobs are bigger than mine — C cup to my B — and I’ve enjoyed fondling them since we met in nursing school. We joked then that we sucked each other’s tits so much that that was part of our training to nurse.

She strained and twisted her neck so that we could kiss. I murmured “thanks” to her, then turned, leaned over and began to clean the jism and cunt juice off Troy’s dick with my tongue.

Ashley and Austin came nearly simultaneously. When she fell to the bed and his dick popped out of her snatch, I motioned him over so that I could lick his cock clean too.

We took a short break and sat on the bed. Ashley wiggled her ass over to a little refrigerator in the corner of the bedroom. She pulled out four bottles of beer, twisted off the caps and jiggled her tits as she brought them to us. Before she gave me mine, she swiped the mouth of the bottle over her dripping pussy.

“A little extra head for yours, Corey,” she quipped.

I licked the tip of the bottle and smacked my lips. “Tasty. Very tasty.”

Austin raised his beer for a toast: “To tasty pussy.”

“To tasty pussy,” we all chimed in.

As we sipped beer and recovered our breathing, Ashley and I made it clear that there would be a swap for round two. I, of course, had already sucked Austin’s cock after he fucked Ashley, making my intentions clear. Ashley cupped Troy’s dick in the palm of her hand, ran her thumb over the tip.

Austin rested against the headboard with his legs outstretched. I straddled his thighs and sat on his lap. I traced my fingers over his cock and jiggled my tits in his face. He rubbed one hand over my back and the other across my ass. I bent over and kissed him on the mouth. I slithered down his legs, dragging my tits over his chest and belly, his stiff rod and powerful thighs. I gently sucked one ball, then the other into my mouth. I licked up and down and around his shaft. He held my head in his hands, guiding my lips to the tip of his dick. I kissed and licked it before taking it into my mouth.

He still tasted of cum and cunt juice, a combination of flavors that made my clit twitch. I bobbed up and down on his dick. I felt his muscles tense. His balls tightened. I rolled off him, over on my back. I spread my legs. “Come fuck me,” I pleaded. He slid down the bed, rose over me and wedged his cock deep into my cunt in one motion.

Beside us, Ashley and Troy were engaged in a ferocious sixty-nine. I was amazed. He was actually devouring her pussy after another man had fucked her. Troy, I decided, was a keeper.

And Austin was no slouch. He was pile-driving into me. His cock wasn’t as big as Troy’s, but it was plenty of raw meat in my hungry cunt. I raised my arms over my head to brace myself against the headboard. Austin was a maniac. I felt like he wanted to ram me right through the bedroom wall. I raised my ass so he could drill me even harder.

I was rocked by wave after wave of orgasm. Austin grimaced, tightened his ass cheeks, grunted, groaned and fired streams of cum into my pussy. I shivered with delight. He laughed with the joy of relief in his balls. His cocked throbbed inside me.

I heard Ashley cry out in rapture, smack her lips back around Troy’s dick and soon gulp, gulp down his jism.

We lay in a heap, spent, breathing hard, giggling like school kids. I whispered in Austin’s ear. “Roll off me. I have something I have to do.” He complied. I rose up on my knees, swung a leg over Ashley, who lay with her head at the foot of the bed, and lowered my pussy to her lips. She met me with her tongue out so that it glided into my dripping slit.

I motioned to the men. “Give me your dicks.” They quickly stood on the bed, carefully balancing as they walked their semi-hard cocks to my face. I held one while sucking the other, swiveled back and forth to take each as deep into my mouth as I could. Ashley ate me like it was her last meal, hungrily swallowing the cum and cunt juice streaming into her mouth.

I had meant only to clean up the men’s cocks for them again. But they both hardened impressively for a couple of older men who had already come twice. I smiled between sucks.

“You boys gonna give me a mouthful of cum for a nightcap?”

“If that’s your pleasure, ma’am,” Austin said.

I answered by cradling their balls and sucking them deep. I rocked gently up and down on Ashley’s face. She gave head with the best of them, and she soon had my juices flowing freely again. She awakened the wild woman in me. I grasped the men’s asses and pulled them to me so that I took them deeper into my mouth, to the opening of my throat, than I’d ever taken cocks before. I fought off the gag reflex and savored the taste as Austin, then Troy shot cum down my throat.

I kissed Ashley hard and long to thank her for making this night happen. I tasted my pussy on her lips. She slipped her tongue between my lips and sucked remnants of the men’s jism from my mouth.

Troy had ridden with Austin, so he was free to accept my offer to take him home. When we settled in my car, I turned to him and said, “Oh, by the way. By taking you home, I mean to my home.” I stuffed my bra and panties in my purse. I hiked the hem of my skirt up to my waist. I reached across the console, grabbed his hand and brought his fingers to my pussy. I put the car in drive and eased away from the curb.

Troy had three fingers in my cunt by the time we got to my place. I dropped my skirt and threw off my blouse as soon as we entered my house.

“You licked Ashley’s pussy after Austin came in her. Will you lick mine now with some of his, and your, cum still in me?”

He kissed me softly on the lips. He cupped my left tit in his hand. “Gladly.”

I hurried us into the dining room. I hoisted my ass up onto the table, slid back, spread my legs and raised my knees. He licked my thighs. He looked up at me, all serious and concerned. “I have to warn you. If I go down on you now, it’s just gonna make me want to fuck you again later.”

I giggled. God, I’d suddenly regressed by five decades. “It’s a fate I’ll just have to suffer,” I conceded. He made good on his promise. Or his threat, as you will. He licked me to still another orgasm.

We slept, naked, of course, in each other’s arms. But I had to wait until almost sunrise before he fucked me again.

Turns out our night of multiple orgasms was no anomaly. Austin and Troy were cum machines. These geezers were geysers. We spent the next fortnight licking, sucking and fucking. I ate Ashley’s snatch while one of the men fucked me. She returned the favor. We both relished a dick in our pussy and another in our mouth. We swallowed buckets of cum. I lay on top of Ashley in a sixty-nine, with a man at each end, alternately sliding his cock into a mouth or a pussy.

I had the men pull out and come on my belly and tits. Ashley raised the bar by having me jerk off both of them onto her face, splattering cum over her cheeks, nose, lips and chin. I licked it off her.

And, to top it all off, Troy took a look at our finances, suggested a few adjustments, and we watched our portfolios grow dramatically in ensuing months. Not that Ashley needed a dime more than she had siphoned out of her marriage. Austin now has us contemplating investing in his latest development venture. The prospectus looks quite promising.

We’re to discuss it tonight. If we can keep cocks out of mouths and tongues out of pussies long enough to actually talk. So, to be realistic, probably not.

Maybe, though, Ashley and I can slip away to talk instead about her plan to bring more dicks into the mix. Now that’s an accumulation of wealth that would make me quiver with delight.