I ease myself off my granddaughter’s back onto my hands and knees. Of course, I will not force her.
Laryssa gets to her hands and knees below me. I detect the smile and the lust in her voice at the same instant as I feel her fingers grasp my throbbing shaft and direct me into her hot, wet entrance to her channel, “Don’t fuck me Grandpa! Don’t shove your big hard willie up into little Laryssa’s tiny little kitty!”
I don’t get a chance to not shove my ‘big hard willie’ into her, because Laryssa impales herself and thrusts rhythmically back against me.
Laryssa carries one of my hands to her breasts, “No, no! Don’t hold and squeeze my little titties like that, Grandpa! It’s very naughty!”
I take hold of her soft little boobs in both hands and do what she ‘doesn’t want’ while I respond to her squirming thrusts with lunges of my own.
Laryssa gasps and moans beneath me, “Oh stop it, Grandpa! I don’t like you moving your willie in and out of my cunt like that!” Then after two or three minutes, I feel her fingers at the base of my shaft, pressing her pubis down on me so that my thrusts rub me against her clit, and I hear, “Nooooo! I’m not going to! No stop! No! Laryssa isn’t…isn’t going to…Cuuuuuuummmm!”
I join her howl of pleasure with a coughing cry of my own. Violent, climaxes wrack us both, binding us in a storm of ecstasy. When I finally come to my senses, I find that I have lifted Laryssa completely up off the counterpane, clasped by her breasts and speared on my still pounding shaft!
I lower up both gently to the bed, holding her ‘spooned’ to my pelvis, with my manhood still buried inside her. Faintly, I hear my granddaughter begging me to stay, “As long as you can…and if you can, Grandpa, do it again…!”
Laryssa orgasms again, but not tempestuously this time, before I soften completely and slip out of her. Then, with lustrous eyes, she turns over and wraps herself around me before dropping off into a gentle doze.
The old hag in the lingerie store can hardly contain her disapproval. ‘Just fancy, an old man like that buying such a pretty young thing underwear!’ And when Laryssa bounces out of the dressing room to show me the matching primrose bra and panties she is trying on, the old dear almost has the vapours. Also, in the background, I hear a muffled male exclamation of “Jesus Christ!” followed by a shrill female voice saying, “Arthur! Don’t stare like that!”
After my granddaughter’s eighth appearance in increasingly scanty and transparent scraps of silk and cotton, the assistant is red-faced and sweating. Whether it is with discomfort or desire, I dare not hazard a guess! There is a growing crowd of gaping males jostling for a view through the store window as well.
Laryssa thinks it all is a great joke. Her coup de grace is a stage whisper promising me ‘a real fashion show when we get home’.
I am mesmerised by her beauty. In all I buy her five sets of underwear, all of them her choice, all of them very plain, and all of them very expensive. Laryssa chooses no ‘sexy’ thongs and no ‘boosters’ to make her appear more than she really is. And, consequently, I love her even more for her honesty. As soon as we reach home, she displays herself to me in her new finery; modestly at first with eyes downcast, but then with increasing exuberance, showing me all of her youthful charms in the dance exercises I was too afraid to stay and watch at her class just a few days earlier.
Clad in the final, jet black bra and panty set, my granddaughter drops to her knees before me. She unleashes my rampant manhood and with both soft hands brings me to a wildly spurting release. Pearly white globules splatter the fine black cotton that covers her breasts before she ducks her head and draws the final droplets from my body. Then when I enquire, she laughs with delight and tells me not to worry; she always washes new clothes properly before wearing them for the first time.
In the afternoon, we take Boney for a long walk and then shop for our dinner. Just before six o’clock, Laryssa takes a shower and then sends me to do the same with the promise of ‘a nice surprise’ when I return.
And quite a surprise it is!
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