2017 first time xxx stories: Pleasuring a Granny – Chapter 3

Fantasy, Male/Female

im discovers that the pleasures of the rural North are greater than he expected. .

From the Diary of a very Happy and Fortunate man.

Date: January 2013.

I have been seriously ill which delayed what was to have been my last chapter, but then my world stopped spinning for a while.

Date: 7th February 2013.

Pat died peacefully, during her after-lunch sleep.

I lost a mother, a lover and a friend and life ceased to be the wonderful experience it had become.

I know it is inevitable that, as time goes by, one starts to lose ones oldest friends and relatives, but it still comes as a shock when the time between each occurrence gets shorter, and it doesn’t lessen the pain.

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Date: 10th April 2013

I decided not to write part three up to the present day as all the people concerned are very much alive. Sally and Brian are quite happy about my writing Parts 1 & 2 as they can’t be identified from the contents, but, the remainder became increasingly concerned about their exposure and I agreed with them that if I was around, the likelihood of anyone in this area who has read my story realizing where we were was high. Therefore, I was going to remove myself from the scene. I’ve had a fantastic life and wanted to make sure that no one suffered on my account.

This part of my story ends with my having split all my/our assets equally amongst the group. I sold the house and we moved to somewhere warm. Once everything was settled, I moved away. I ring regularly to keep up with their lives but I don’t interfere.

I now own a cottage; actually, it was an ex-farmhouse in a remote location by the sea. I bought it at an auction and as no one wanted a remote farm next to the sea, it was relatively cheap. It came with an old, but serviceable Land Rover, parked in a barn behind the house, which also has my motor home parked in it. Electricity is laid on and I have ‘phone and broadband, my water is pumped from a deep well. It is twenty miles to the nearest town and my nearest neighbour is half a mile away. I love it.

However, events would soon unfold to prove that although my life may have changed, “Pleasuring Granny” has merely taken a new direction.

Date: July 2013

Three weeks after moving into my cottage, I met my next-door neighbour and she is some woman. She is 5’ 9″, slim, short hair, with, as I soon discovered, a pair of small, firm breasts on a hard, agile, body. I did notice a missing finger and a crooked finger on her left hand, but other than that, she looked in fine shape.

I had been sitting outside with my laptop, reading a story from this site when she came up from the beach to say hello.

I had had no idea that anyone was around so, being startled, I just turned round to face her and forgot to close the screen.

We did the usual exchange of names; hers is Brenda. When I told her that I was now the owner of the cottage she told me that she was my neighbour. She did not mess about which was refreshing; she was straight forward and to the point.

I soon learned that she lived with her daughter who worked for a cruise company and therefore was absent for long periods. She had some very good friends in the South, but preferred to live where she did although the remoteness was sometimes a downer, as she did rather like a little company occasionally.

I hadn’t noticed that she could see the screen until she stared at it and finally sat beside me and read until she exclaimed:

“Wow, do you have any more like that?”

I showed her the website and how to choose a story to read then I waited until she’d glanced through a few after which she was looking flushed and kept running her tongue over her lips.

“Are you shocked?”

“No I’m not shocked, obviously I knew that there was tons of porn on the web but I never knew that it was also in text form from peoples own imaginations, that is very erotic.”

Once she’d recovered her composure, I admitted that I’d submitted two parts of a story and asked if she’d care to read it. Of course, she would so I called it up and went to make some tea for us as she read it.

On my return, I received the 3rd degree.

“How old are you Tim?”

“65.”

“Ha! I thought I’d found a toy-boy and it turns out I’m the toy. I’m 58. Are you married?”

“No.”

“Gay?”

“No.”

“This will probably freak you out but I have to act now or chicken out. I like you, I’m not a slut, and I know we hardly know each other, but I haven’t had a man inside me for a long time and those stories have lit a fuse. There is no other way to say this and I’m now bloody desperate, would you please take me inside and demonstrate your ability to make a woman scream with pleasure?”

I would, I could, and two hours later, I had.

She had pulled her clothes off as soon as we got into the bedroom therefore I was presented with the view of a lovely tight backside, firm and pert which, for someone of her age, was good going. She had a hard body, but she was a needy, willing female, and I was going to possess her.

I shed my clothes, reached round her and fondled her breasts with my left hand until I felt her nipples stiffen; I could have hung my hat on them. With my right hand I’d stroked her flat stomach and then lower down to feel her completely smooth mound.

She was in front of a very erect penis, which was digging, between her tight bum cheeks. Oh, this brought back so many memories of past times. I had a lovely sense of impending penetration and she had her first inkling of what was to come!

I reached lower down with my right hand to press a finger against her clitoral hood and caress the pulsing bud beneath it. Brenda whimpered and pressed backwards against me.

“Please Tim, do it now, please.”

I hooked my fingers hard against her pubic bone then pressed her upwards and backwards so that the head of my rigid cock slid forward and raked across her anus and on towards her, by now, very moist vagina. That was when it finally dawned on her that what she was about to receive was more than she had bargained for.

She pulled forward and turned round to see my cock.

“Tim! It’s huge! I can’t take that.”

“I’ve heard that before, you can and you will, happily. I promise to go really slowly, I want to have this just as much as you do.”

Picking her up, I carried her to the bed then positioned myself above her; for the next 30 minutes I smelled, tasted, and chewed her warm sex and then teased her vagina by very slowly easing myself forward until I had half the length of my cock lodged firmly inside her.

Now the real pleasure began. I pumped in and out, getting deeper inside her with every thrust, the feeling of; once again, eating and then sliding into, a hot, wet, and eager vagina was wonderful.

She had shrieked, writhed, and moaned at first until she finally got used to the size of my cock forcing her vagina apart, after which she joined in eagerly. If I’d had any condoms and lubrication in the place, she’d have been shrieking about something else.

Maybe next time, if there was to be a next time, I’d be better prepared, so a trip to town was certainly necessary. It was when I nibbled a nipple that she gasped and then tensed before bucking and screaming through an enormous orgasm and collapsing, sobbing, beneath me.

We had a short, charged, rest, although I did make her keep hold of my cock until it responded to her stroking. Inevitably my cock stiffened an once I could no longer restrain my lust I rolled on top of her, prised her thighs apart and inserted what she wanted into what I wanted and we tried to make each other climax. It was a draw I pumped my semen into her hot, tight, hot, tunnel as she shrieked and wailed through another orgasm.

We had another, longer rest after which I took her downstairs. I had intended to make some refreshment but she had other ideas. She knelt and put my now flaccid cock into her mouth, then; gripping my backside; she proceeded to mouth fuck and suck me until she felt me responding.

As soon as the resultant erection was to her satisfaction she stood, turned round and bent over the back of the couch with her legs wide open. She didn’t say anything, words were not necessary; therefore once again I slid into that wonderful, tight vagina.

Just to show her that I could I took my time and enjoyed a long, slow fuck, but I was longing to grasp her hips and just pull her along my cock. I did However, manage to behave myself and leave that delight for another day.

We showered and dressed then sat outside and enjoyed coffee and cake in the afternoon sun.

“Honestly I don’t normally behave like that. That was my first screw for years.”

“That is a shame because honestly I behave like that every chance I get and my fuse doesn’t go out. I reserve that for a few friends though.”

“You have amazing stamina, I honestly expected you to be unable to do me from behind, it was lovely feeling you driving into me as if we’d just started, but I thought you said you’d been seriously ill?”

“I did.”

“Didn’t feel like it in there.”

“Which bit of “full recovery” did you not understand?”

“I suppose you’re wondering about my hand?”

“I’ve been wondering about more exciting parts of your body, but I assumed you’d tell me about it one day.”

“It was an accident at work caused by an idiot of a maintenance engineer not fastening everything he should have.

He said he’d finished the work, but he couldn’t have tested it because the locks were still in place. One of the team took the locks off and pressed down on the weights bar, there was a loud twang and a crack, and I was hit by a piece of metal.”

“That must have been a rough time, did you get compensation?”

“Oh yes, I couldn’t have been treated any better than I was, but I couldn’t do my job any more. I ended up with a very generous compensation package and a disability pension. We lived in a small two bedroomed town house in a poky street and I didn’t want to stay there although it meant leaving two very good friends behind.”

“I can’t be expected to concentrate if you keep crossing and uncrossing your legs!”