She was slouched down on the rocking chair, gliding gently back and forth as the old man left off and stood, creaking and groaning to his feet.
He looked ridiculous with his pants down around his ankles and his white button shirt handing down, until her eyes fell across the monstrous still aroused cock poking between the two sides of the shirt.
He reached down, grasped her small slim hands and pulled her to her feet.
Yvette stood for a moment on wobbly unsteady legs that felt more like wet noodles, tumbling forward to catch herself on her great-great-grandpa’s stooped shoulders.
His hands cupped her big now empty tits, slid across their sweaty sides, under her robe to her waist and slid down to cup her firm round ass cheeks.
Grasping them tightly, he pulled her against him, trapping his mighty cock between them.
Yvette groaned and ground her sweaty body against the old man. Her body was still keyed up, satisfied yet wanting, needing more. One more orgasm and all would be well with the world.
They stood eye to eye. His body was old, twisted, hunched and ugly hers was young, straight, fresh and lovely yet she responded eagerly and met him halfway when he leaned in to kiss her, to crush her plump enticing lips with his.
His breath was atrocious, oozing from his mouth like a fetid cloud, his bulbous broken-veined nose, deep groves and wrinkles, nose, ear and mole hairs, the fact he was her flesh and blood… they should’ve repelled and disgusted her but all they did was inflame her passion.
The two disparate people kissed passionately, their arms wrapped tightly around each other, gasping mouths open, tongues dueling, breath mingling, hands groping. His ugliness and the stink of his breath should’ve repelled her but they acted more as aphrodisiacs than constraints.
The kiss went on and on, their heads twisted as they sought to intensify the intimacy and pleasure. Each was desperate to be closer to the other, to press into and draw the other so they would turn into one.
Eventually, Yvette’s hands slid between their bodies, grasped his thick hard member and pumped the old man’s cock slowly and one of his old arthritic hands dipped into her tunnel for lubrication, found her clit and rubbed, pinched and tugged it slowly and sensually.
After several maddening minutes, he broke their kiss, drew back, pulled her arms away, let the thin robe fall away and took a step back to admire his great-great-granddaughter in all her naked glory.
After a few heart-pounding moments, he put his hands on her trembling shoulders and pushed down gently, wanting to get a message across but not demanding.
It took a split second for her to get the hint.
She gracefully went to her knees.
Yvette’s eyes locked on the old man’s huge cock which throbbed only inches from her lovely young face.
God, it was so thick and long, she thought, mesmerized by the organ’s pulsing “thump-thump” that matched the rapid beat of his heart.
She wrapped both slim hands around its great girth, using one to pull down the bunched foreskin to reveal the large purple helmet, shining wetly with a bead of precum building at the slit.
She looked up at her great-great-grandpa’s old withered face, met his eyes, lowered the tip of his cock until it was aimed unerringly at her face, puckered her full lips and kissed the bead of precum off the tip of his huge hard cock.
The old man snorted through his nose and then groaned as she opened her mouth and took him into her nearly to the root in one quick plunge.
Yvette was too far gone in the heat of the moment to resist anything her great-great-grandfather demanded.
At this place, at this moment, she was his for the taking.
All stray thoughts of resisting, of stopping before things went any further, of ending this incredible sexually arousing moment in time went completely out the window, unexplored, unheard… completely ignored.
Only instinct remained, though to some degree she was defying the basest female instinct by wanting to mate with a male who didn’t match optimal available mate conditions.
Her body’s desire, her lust for the old man controlled and guided her will, but she fleetingly wondered if there was something deeper, a more psychological and almost tangible pull and connection she couldn’t explain.
Yvette felt his bristly pubic hair grind against her lips as she fellated the old man with an enthusiasm and skill she’d never even used on her own husband… or anyone else for that matter.
She bobbed and twisted her head, used her tongue to scrub the underside of bulbous spongy head. Licked, kissed and sucked on the large throbbing member with eagerness and gusto. The taste and smell of him flooded her senses to the exclusion of all else.
She wrapped both hands around the lower part of his cock and pumped him while at the same time choking down his cock nearly to the balls and then pulling back until only the barest tip was in her drooling mouth. She did it over and over, faster and faster, never taking her eyes from his.
She moaned, slurped and sucked loudly while the old man stared down at her with a twisted smile on his withered old face.
Trembling on unsteady legs, he braced himself on her firm young shoulders, loving the sloppy and wet “glarg, glug” sounds coming from her wildly sucking mouth.
He couldn’t take it anymore.
Ten more seconds more and he’d blast his load in her mouth, but that’s not where he wanted to cum. He wanted to cum deep in her tight young pussy. He wanted to watch her face as he came, he wanted her to cum with him.
He took an unsteady step back, pulling his thick cock out of her eagerly sucking mouth with a wet sloppy slurp.
She stared up at him in disappointment, she’d felt him about to cum and had been looking forward to tasting and swallowing his salty cum, to feeling him spasm and jerk as he flooded her mouth with his essence.
Stepping back towards her on shaky legs, he reached under her arms and pulled her to her feet.
He tried to pull her to the couch but she resisted, taking the time to unbutton and pull off his button-down shirt and white undershirt, until he stood there in just his black socks and shoes.
She took a moment to study him. His arms and legs were thin compared to his thick upper torso and large round belly. His chest looked sunken and his muscles looked flabby and sagging. Liver spots covered his skin and a spray of short curly white and gray hair covered his chest and lower belly.
She wondered why she wasn’t repelled by him. If anything, she was more attracted and aroused by him than ever, especially when she looked down at his huge throbbing member.
She came to him and kissed him again, feeling his hands grip her ass and press her firmly against his rampant member. Her tongue probed the gaps left by his two missing teeth.
Tongues in each other’s mouths, she let him pull her towards the couch, where he fell back with a sudden exhalation of air.
Yvette didn’t hesitate. There was no knowing when the kids would wake so she had to take advantage of what little time there was.
She mounted the old man, placing a knee on either side of his hips, grasped his member, parted her nether-lips with the tip of his iron-hard cock, rubbed it up and down several times to coat the bulging head with her juices and put it to the warm heated entrance of her dripping wet pussy.
They stared into each other’s eyes as she lowered herself onto him.
He grasped a large breast in each hand and squeezed them tightly together, causing a stream of milk to ooze from her large erect nipples, drip down her belly to soak their connection.
They groaned in unison as the walls of her pussy tightened around him.
She braced herself on his bony shoulders and kept sinking down and down. There was a feeling of being completely filled that she’d never felt before. She’d never thought of her husband as lacking and had always been satisfied when they had sex, but this was beyond anything she’d ever experienced.
Her great-great-grandpa’s enormous cock filled her and stretched her so completely that she felt a fullness she’d never known. It was as if his cock, its shape, length and girth were meant just for her. As if they’d been designed to fit together like pieces of a puzzle, as if she wasn’t complete without him inside her and he wasn’t complete without her clasped tight around him.
The old man’s hands squeezed her huge tits until the milk-oozing nipples were pressed tightly together and when he took them both in his mouth at the same time, she let out a subdued squeal of pleasure and delight.
Grampa felt her now familiar tremble and shake as she orgasmed on his plunging cock while he sucked on both her nipples at the same time. He tasted her milk, but he wasn’t interested in drinking her breast milk, he’d already drained her, he was only interested in intensifying her pleasure.
His hands caressed her soft sweaty skin, making their way to her firm heart-shaped ass. He gripped a perfect ass cheek in each hand and pushed her down as he thrust up.
His hips hammered into her, while his lips sucked on her sweet tasting nipples and his tongue scrubbed them and the bumpy areolas. Her entire body shook with the power of his thrusts.
Yvette went wild on top of him as she came, helping him raise her and then plunging down to take all of him inside her. Her young pussy gripped him tightly and her spasming walls caressed and enticed him.
It didn’t take long for him to feel the familiar tingle deep in his core and in his balls that was a prelude to orgasm.
She raised herself to her knees and when she came down, the built up pressure exploded within him and his cock twitched deep inside her as his thick cock shot spurt after spurt of semen into her depths.
Yvette had been coming down from a powerful orgasm, but the old man’s twitching spurting cock set her off again and she came again… even harder.
She bit her lip to keep from screaming out in ecstasy, from letting the whole world know the pleasure she was experiencing, from letting go completely and giving in to the incredible sensations she felt at that moment.
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