* * * *
Bella didn’t disappoint. She arrived in her SUV with luggage that said she would be at her grandpa’s house for a few days. As I understood it, she, too, lived in the New York area, though I believe Emma told me she lived in suburban Newark, maybe North Caldwell. That was a long way to travel, and I was sure Bob would want to get as much of his grand daughter’s body as he could. The young woman was more of a looker than her photo indicated. She had long, shapely legs, an even shapelier heart-shaped ass and tits for days. I felt like my ears were smoking, though I tried to hide it as I didn’t want to make grandma jealous. But my stare gave my lust away. My tongue was in the same place as my dick, on the floor.
“Gorgeous, ain’t she. It’s okay, baby. I can’t wait to get her in bed, either. Just don’t go falling in love the first night. Bob said she’d be here a couple of weeks. And she will be leaving, babe.”
I was speechless. Bella glanced toward the window out of which we were gazing and waved with an unassuming smile. How could she not know I was staring and that I thought she was one of the prettiest women I’d ever seen. I wondered if she would look anything like grandma when she got to be as mature.
“Hey, hey, bud, be patient. Bob agreed to my proposal, but said it would take a couple days for him to be drained. The only thing he really wants is his binoculars back so he can watch us three. Besides, don’t forget the sweet piece you have right here,” Emma said almost defensively. But I could tell by the rising of her chest that she was thinking the same thing I was. We could both hardly wait to get into her pants.
I wrapped my arms around grandma and hugged her tightly. “Don’t worry grandma. There’s no one in the world I’d rather be with and make love to.”
“Glad to hear it, Tommy. But damn that woman looks ripe for bedding.”
How right she was about that. In my mind, I still smelled grandma’s juice, wishing at that moment that she had on panties just so she could take them off and let me take a strong whiff. I began to wonder what Bella’s underwear smelled like. Did she wear perfume. Did she piddle in her panties as did Emma? And would she think I was weird if she caught me licking the crotch of her drawers.
* * * *
Three days passed before Bob Jones saw grandma outside, ogled her and gave her a thumb up. It took me a while to realize he wasn’t flirting with her, but giving permission for us to have Bella over. I ran to the dresser, retrieved the binoculars and brought them outside.
“Make it a good show for me, you two. I don’t have much fluid left in these old bones, but I want to make the skin flick good enough for me to whack off to.” Grandma smile and told him it would be worth the price of admission.
That evening Bella drove up in her SUV. She could have walked the half mile, but said she didn’t want to get sweaty, carefully adding “just yet.”f. I don’t know why I felt embarrassed, but I flushed and extended my hand. She shook the offered hand, but then pulled me in for a kiss and did the same to Emma. “I feel like I know you two so well. Grandpa tells me your food is as good and hot as everything else in your house.”
Obviously Bob had talked us up and that she knew why she was really visiting. Grandma treated us to a meal that would satisfy even a food critic. Not too heavy, but gratifying and filling.
“Shall we retire with some sweets, my sweet children?” Another double entendre, I thought. Bella’s smile made me realize she thought as much, too.
“Of course, mom. Oh…you don’t mind if I call you mom?”
“Honey, you can call me anything you like. Mom, mommy, grandma, Emma. I answer to it all. Or even just a hug will do.”
“Okay, grandma. I may switch off now and again, if you don’t mind.”
“Not at all. Come, let us go exploring,” Emma said, leading the way to the bedroom. She stood at the window and gave a thumbs up to the house across the way, though she wasn’t sure if she saw Bob there. There seemed to be a rustle of the curtains, but that could have been no more than a breeze. She thought she was being clandestine as she didn’t know if Bella would mind exhibiting for the old man.
“Don’t worry. Emma. I know the old pervert is watching. I told him he could.”
“Then you know the main reason we invited you, besides wanting your company.”
“Come on, Em. Who could resist this,” Bella said, sweeping her hand across the body and turning around to display her voluptuous rump, then back around where her breasts stood high and proud.
“Well, I’m glad you’re not too modest.”
“Is he here to just observe?”
“Oh hell no, Bella. He’s wanted this more than I did, and I was champing at the bit while your grandfather got his rocks off.”
“Baby, what made you call Bob a pervert?” she asked, full well knowing that she might say the same thing about her.
“Emma, it’s not that he wantis to fuck me every time I visit. If I really minded I wouldn’t bother coming up here to cum. Frankly, the man sucks in bed. I was listening to oldies radio on the way up here and heard a song that made me giggle called ‘Sixty Minute Man’ and couldn’t help thinking I’d settle for half that much or maybe even a quarter of it. But he gets off not five minutes after he starts. He really doesn’t give a shit if I get satisfied. After he’s done I usually have to finger myself to enjoy at least an orgasm.”
“Wow, and to think I almost gave in a time or two. Thanks, Bella,” Emma said, sidling up to Bella and planting a hand on each breast. The younger girl closed her eyes and moaned. Emma opened the curtains and raised the blind then told her grandson to help her pull down the bed so anyone watching could clearly seem the goings on.
“How did you know I love to have my boobs handled?”
“I didn’t, baby. At least no more than every woman I know loves to be squeezed and kneaded there as much as down below. In fact, my grandson likes to give a good titty fuck, and he’s great at it.”
“Really,” she said, looking so intently at Tommy that if he hadn’t grown hard by the conversation he would have been rock solid the second her eyes bored into his.
“You want first dibs with this boy, grandma, or can I have at him?”
“Since you like to have a dick between the girls, baby, how about he do that and I’ll take care of everything on the lower end of things.”
“Ooh, that sounds like a plan,” she said as she took off the t-shirt, shorts and panties. She, of course, didn’t have on a bra since she really didn’t need one, not to mention the girl obviously liked how the shirt material rubbed against her nipples, which were longer than any Tommy could recall seeing. He thought his grandmother’s were big. But he guessed that since Bella’s tits were a little larger than Emma’s, the size of the nipples would be commensurate (of course, Tom knew that the boobs were not really that much bigger than grandma’s, but the nipples sure as hell were). He figured her nipples were big enough to at least tease grandma’s clit, if not go in a little farther.
Emma was next to strip off every stitch of clothing, making sure to stand in front of the window. Even if she never screwed Bob, a deal was a deal. The old man might as well get his money’s worth. She then pushed the young woman onto the bed and began fingering her. “And you are waiting for what?”
I was so entranced watching Bella get finger-fucked I almost forgot this was supposed to be a three-way. I quickly took off my shorts and shirt and hovered, waited for grandma to spread the slick pussy juice on her fingers inside the 19-year old’s tits, then I let my ass hang over Bella’s flat stomach, let it touch her skin and began sandwiching my cock between her breasts and pushed upward. Bella cried out and began to shake. I thought to myself this has to be a record female orgasm. But he quickly realized this may have been the first time in a long time the woman has been with someone who was as interested in her than in themselves. I pushed up till my glans peeked out the top of Bella’s cleavage, then slid back down. I glanced back at grandma, who was stirring the juice that splashed from her new friend’s honey-pot. Emma smiled up at him as if to say it was okay that he was enjoying himself with another woman.
He fucked the woman’s tits without constraint, humping her as though it was her cunt he was plowing into. She pressed her breasts tighter, her fingers curled like hooks against the skin. He tried to back off to keep from letting go too quickly, but he couldn’t stop the flow of cum. He shot what seemed like a quart of fluid all over the tits, coating her face and hair, splotching against her chin and lips. Almost like she was in synch with him, Bella convulsed and bucked, crying out cuss after cuss. “Oh fuck, oh fuck. Shit shit. She grunted like a sow and finally stopped, crying. When she’d quit sobbing, Emma asked her if she was okay.
After a minute of catching her breath, she spoke softly. “I’ve never come that hard, Emma. Both of you really cared about me. I don’t know that I’ve ever felt that.”
“Oh honey, you’re like family now. You were the minute I saw you, and I suspect Tommy feels the same way.”
report I quickly nodded in agreement. That was when we began devising our plan.
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