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Grandpa was "The Assman" Ch. 01

By: MisterReason



What started out to be an innocent week-long visit by Cathy's recently widowed Grandpa became something a whole lot more.

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How it began...

It was a faint tinny sound, but whatever it was, it was coming from upstairs and was driving 67 year old Theodore Patterson crazy. He had resisted the urge to get out of bed for as long as he could, but the combination of that metallic whining and his weak bladder had forced him into action.

First to the bathroom, where he was able to tap his insistent kidneys, and then up the stairs to the attic, which was the source of the noise that seemed to be designed at driving him crazy.

Funny how his hearing hadn't gotten worse over the years, since it seemed like everything else had, Ted thought as his legs protested the nocturnal wanderings that had become a part of his nightly rituals these days. The ears could detect the sound of a mouse peeing on cotton, his late wife Emma had always claimed.

After climbing the half-dozen stairs to the loft, Ted discovered the source of the noise that had caught his ear, but when he got to the end of the short hallway and peeked inside, everything he knew was forever altered.

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Chapter One: Nosy old bastard.

The door was ajar when I got there. It was a little room in a pretty much unused portion of the cavernous house our son and his wife called home, but I didn't know then that my granddaughter Cathy had turned it into something like a den of her own. Pictures of rock stars and actors on the walls, and a bed and a stereo made it a neat little getaway for a kid to escape to.

If I had known, I never would have gone up there, but being the nosy old bastard that I am, there I was snooping around. If there was little excuse for me wandering around like that, after I peeked in the door there was absolutely no reason for me to have not turned around and gone back to bed. But I didn't.

It was a private moment that Cathy was having, but I couldn't turn away. Never in my life had I entertained any disgusting thoughts about my favorite granddaughter, I swear. She had always been my pride and joy and I would never have done a thing to harm her.

Then why didn't I leave when I saw her on her hands and knees on the bed, with her backside facing the doorway, where I was leering like a pervert at my granddaughter who was pleasuring herself while looking at a magazine with headphones on and music blasting?

Suddenly I realized that the little butterball with the skinned knees and snapping bubblegum was long gone and Cathy had become a woman. She had just turned 18 not long ago, was going to college in the fall, and the signs of her maturity were right there for me to see.

Cathy was wearing a night shirt, but her panties were in a tangle at the foot of the bed. She had some kind of device inside of herself, and was grinding and wiggling while pretending to talk to the guy whose picture she was staring at.

Go away, I told myself, but seeing the bare posterior of a woman was too much temptation for me, and besides, the only naked ass I had seen for ages belonged to my wife of 40 years, and her butt in her later years didn't compare with what I was looking at. Maybe it never did.

Cathy had been a little chubby when she was young, but had lost most of that excess weight as she had developed. Her rear end was still a little fleshy, but that was alright in my book. I enjoy women with a bit of meat on their bones, and Cathy had the cushion in the right places as far as I was concerned.

Somehow I found myself inside the room, having moved a couple of feet without realizing it. It was like I was a moth attracted to a flame, so powerful was the attraction of those creamy round buttocks of my precious granddaughter, and I can only imagine what I must have looked like standing there. A wrinkled old fart in pajamas and slippers gawking like he was at a strip club or something surely can't be erotic.

Cathy noticed me eventually, of course. Maybe I wanted her to see me there, because there was no other logical explanation to me having moved that close to her. I could see perfectly fine from where I was. My eyes were still okay. Hell, I could even make out the little circle of hairs around her anus from where I had been standing.

So she saw me, and was as shocked and mortified as one would expect, her yelp of surprise coinciding with her headphones flying off and her trying to hide under the sheet while I hemmed and hawed.

"I'm sorry - so sorry honey," I stammered while poor blushing Cathy hyperventilated on the bed. "I didn't know."

Didn't know? Of course I knew. Maybe I didn't know she what she was doing at first, but I sure as hell did know what was going on long before she turned and saw dear old Grandpa behind her drooling with half a hard-on.

The ivory toned dildo was sitting there on the bed, still glistening with Cathy's juices, and I picked up the magazine that had ended up on the floor. "The Jonas Brothers Forever" was the title of the magazine, and the clean cut and wholesome looking guys on the cover seemed harmless enough. 

"This uh - here," I mumbled, setting the magazine on the bed next to Cathy's toy and trying to think of something that wouldn't sound stupid. "I didn't know. I heard sounds coming from up here."

Indeed, the music was still blasting out of the little ear-buds that were strung over the pillow.

"The music. Is that, uh The Jonas Boys?" I said lamely, pointing at the headset.

"Jonas Brothers," Cathy said softly, clicking off her music. "They're corny to me now, but they're like a guilty pleasure from when I was a kid."

"Which one is Joey?" I said like an idiot.

"How did?" Cathy said, and then blushed even more when she figured out how I knew the name of one of them. "Oh. The one on the right. The really hot one."

"Oh," I said, and nodded even though none of them looked hot or even remotely warm to me. "Look, I feel so rotten about this."

"My bad," Cathy said. "I should have closed the door. Mom and Dad never come up here. It's kinda like my little world."

"I should have known better," I apologized. "I don't sleep that well these days."

"You miss Grandma?" Cathy asked, relaxing her grip on the sheet she held up to her neck a little, and when I nodded I felt my tears well up in my eyes.

"The door," I admitted. "It wasn't open very wide when I came up. It was ajar, but I pushed it open. Think I did. Don't really remember."

"Oh," Cathy said.

"Kinda disgusting, aren't I?" I suggested. 

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Chapter Two: What about me?

"You?" Cathy said. "What about me? I can't imagine what you must have thought when you saw me - like that."

"Kinda shocked," I confessed. "Not about what you were doing though. Heck, if I had a buck for every time I pleasured myself with a magazine or a movie..."

"You?" Cathy giggled. "I can't imagine that!"

"Heck, it's probably how I got Carpal Tunnel," I said. "It's a natural thing to do. Safer than most things, I figure. Except when somebody intrudes like this."

"It's alright," Cathy said. 

"Just a shock seeing my little buttercup like this now," I admitted. "You've become such a beautiful, well developed woman."

"Don't know about that," Cathy said. "I'm small on top."

"Not on the bottom," I heard somebody say. Could that have been me?

"That's for sure," Cathy giggled. "Me and my fat ass!"

"I didn't mean it like that," I quickly added. "Your... butt is perfect. I always had a preference for gals with a little, you know? Should we be talking like this?" I added.

"Not with the door open," Cathy answered. "Voices carry."

With that, Cathy climbed out from under the sheet and walked over to the door and closed it, clicking the lock before turning around and leaning back against the door.

"There," Cathy said, biting her lip and looking so adorable that if I wasn't about to faint I would have told her just that.

"You okay, Grandpa?" Cathy said, rushing over to me as I eased myself down into the chair beside the bed.

"Fine honey," I said, gesturing that I was okay even though my head was still spinning a bit.

The cause of my spell was right in front of me now. Cathy's top only went down to her belly button, exposing the tiny swell of her tummy as well as everything below that.

"You sure?"

"You're so beautiful," I said, staring at the surprisingly sparse wisp of hair Cathy had between her legs.

The hair was a light golden brown in color, just like her scalp, and the growth was so faint that I could clearly see her very prominent labia through the down.

Cathy realized where I was staring, but after an initial reaction to attempt to cover herself, just stood there and let me look for a minute before sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Don't hear that word much," Cathy said. "Nice to hear, even if you are prejudiced 'cause you're my Grandpa."

"Do you shave your - you know, down there?" I asked, stuttering like a schoolboy.

"My pussy?" Cathy asked. "No. I don't have much hair down there though, do I?"

"Looks very nice," I assured her, shivering from her using the word that I couldn't bring myself to use. "I was just wondering. I know these days that a lot of girls get rid of it."

"Most guys like a smooth pussy," Cathy said.

"Not me," I blurted out.

"Cool," Cathy said.

"Look, why don't I leave you alone so you can - you know?"

"Finish doing myself?" Cathy said, giggling as she picked up the dildo and waved it around, finally pointing it at me and jabbing it towards me. "Ole! Not scared of it, are you Grandpa?"

For some reason, I reached over and grabbed it, surprising Cathy as much as it did myself, and as I held it up and inhaled, savoring the aroma of the rubbery device while resisting the urge to taste it.

"Nothing to be scared of," I said as I handed it back to Cathy, before opening my mouth again. "I've got a toy of my own."

"You do?"

...

Chapter Three: Toy talk.

"Yeah," I sheepishly admitted. "Got it after Grandma passed."

"Tell me about it!" Cathy insisted. "This is so awesome!"

"It's just a tubular thing," I said. "You sure you want to hear about this?"

"Most definitely," Cathy said, and as if to make it clear that she was serious, folded her legs up under her and brought the dildo down between her legs, running it up and down her labia. "Does this bother you? Me doing this?"

"No," I said, my hands visibly shaking as I stared.

"Tell me about your toy."

"It's a plastic tube with a rubber sleeve, and you lubricate..."

"You mean that YOU lubricate?" Cathy corrected me.

"Yes. I lubricate the sleeve and then - you know - myself."

"Lubricate what?" Cathy said, her breathing starting to increase. "Tell me everything."

"My cock," I said, and when I said that word Cathy writhed and she moved the dildo inside of her pussy deeper.

"Does your cock have to be hard to do that?"

"It helps," I said. "But that's why I got the thing. To get an erection."

"They have medicine," Cathy said.

"Seems kind of foolish for me to take drugs just to masturbate," I explained. "It takes me forever to get an erection with my hand, so I just stuff myself - my cock - into the sleeve and pump away with the handle to create the vacuum until I get hard."

"Does it make you cum?" Cathy said breathlessly.

"Yes."

"I'd love to watch you do that," Cathy said, her brown eyes looking glazed as she worked the dildo inside of her.

I almost told her that it was downstairs in my suitcase, but didn't. That would be so wrong, I thought. Stupid thought. There I was staring at my granddaughter's pussy and worrying about the moral depravity of showing her my Ejaculator 3000.

"You want to watch me again, Grandpa?" Cathy asked, and when I nodded open-mouthed she grabbed her shirt and pulled it over her head.

"See how small my titties are?" Cathy asked while cupping the adorable globes in her palms while the dildo rested inside of her for a second.

"They're perfect," I said breathlessly, admiring the apple-sized breasts that had delightful half dollar sized aureoles with pea shaped nipples. 

Cathy rolled over onto her back and put her right arm behind her head while working the dildo with her left. My eyes scanned her soft body from head to toe. Her skin was so creamy white and flawless, and her facial expression was so sweet and innocent looking that I felt my heart almost break from her beauty.

She was perspiring freely now, and her underarm sparkled with sweat. The moisture made the tiny strip of stubble - peach fuzz is a better description of it - in her center of her armpit shine, and it was all I could do to keep from jumping over onto the bed and licking her dry. I was breathing heavily, sounding like a locomotive in the quiet of Cathy's sanctuary. The ear-buds had gone silent, and my wheezing and the soft sloshing of the dildo were the only noises in the room.

"The other way," I gasped, and when Cathy looked quizzically at me I explained. "Please. On your knees, like you were before."

Cathy nodded and rolled herself over onto her knees like I had asked, working the fake cock in and out while thrusting her butt as high in the air as she could.

"Like this, Grandpa?" Cathy said in a voice muffled by the bedding in her face.

"Perfect," I practically sobbed. "Your ass is so incredible."

I found myself rising slowly as I looked at Cathy's lush round buttocks and the fine hairs that peeked out from around the dildo that was moving faster and faster in her pussy.

"Forgive me," I whispered in a voice so soft that Cathy could not have heard, but I'm not sure who I was asking forgiveness of.

All I knew was that I was climbing on the bed behind my granddaughter. She made a startled movement when she felt the bed move while I crawled over to her, but did not protest when I put my hands on those full but firm ass cheeks.

Neither did she flinch when I kneaded those beautiful globes in my hands; bony and weathered hands that usually hurt, but if they were still aching, the discomfort went unnoticed by me as I reveled in the joy of her young and tender flesh. 

And after I could restrain myself no more and parted those ass cheeks, exposing once again her sweet puckered orifice to my eyes, she only whimpered louder. The tiny ring, a brownish pink amidst a sea of ghostly wide, was irresistible to me.

My head lowered, and I buried my face into the crevice. My tongue licked the circle of hairs around her balloon knot, flattening the sparse fur against her skin just before I began jabbing at, and then right into her sensitive orifice.

Cathy was working the dildo in and out of herself with a speed and viciousness that was startling, and the force of her thrusts sent wave after wave of the pungent aroma of her pussy back up into my face.

Cathy was crying out into the bedding, her muffled squeals punctuated by chants of, "OMIGOD OMIGOD OMIGOD!" as she neared climax, and while she came, I held onto her ass for dear life, my fingers digging deep into her soft flesh while my long tongue dipped into her ass as far as I could manage.

Cathy's knees finally gave out as her orgasm waned, but I rode down to the bedding with her, still licking at her anus while her body convulsed a few final times before going limp.

Even though the room was cool, Cathy was drenched with sweat, and I realized that my pajamas were soaked as well. I let my hand slide over Cathy's moist back, caressing her neck while leaning up over her.

"I love you, my little buttercup," I whispered before kissing her on the cheek. "Thank you so much."

"I love you too, Grandpa," Cathy said softly, her hand reaching up - was it for the bulge in my pajamas, I wondered - but I was not ready for that so I rolled away and off the bed.

"Tomorrow night?" Cathy asked when I got to the door, and I tried to hide my erection as I opened it. "Okay?"

I nodded, smiling and closing the door before getting back down the stairs as fast as I could manage. Getting safely behind my bedroom door, I fumbled for my pump for a second before realizing that it would be a waste of time, and grabbed a sock from my laundry bag.

It took less than a half dozen strokes for me to cum, and after I had popped my load into the cotton I pulled the sock off of my cock, which had deflated rapidly and now hung down in its usual limp state.

"You are one sick fucker," I said to the pervert in the mirror who stood there like an idiot in the middle of the guest room of his son's house, his dick drooling onto the carpet.

I was never much for the whole heaven and hell concept, and I never wanted to be correct about that more than at that particular moment, because the thought of Emma having witnessed any of what had just transpired would be too much for me to take.

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Thanks for reading. Your comments, constructive criticism and votes are encouraged and greatly appreciated.

Grandpa was "The Assman" Ch. 02



In the first chapter, 67 year old Theodore Patterson accidentally discovered his granddaughter Cathy's special sanctuary, and that meeting had major implications.

Grandpa Ted was invited back the next evening, and now he was forced to spend the day with his son and his wife, along with Cathy, while dreaming about what was to come.

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Chapter One: I feel like Grandpa Simpson

"I feel like Grandpa Simpson," I mumbled to Cathy as we sat in the vehicle that was going to take us on a tour through the city, exploring various historical sites, before the grand finale when the bus would slide into the Hudson River and become a boat.  

Cathy went into a giggle fit as I described my take on the adventure we were into, telling her that this was something that Homer would do to his father before dumping his butt back into the retirement home, relieved to be done with his obligation to spend a few moments with his old man.

Actually, it was a rather interesting excursion for a sunny Saturday afternoon, and it was made even nicer by the girl at my side, my granddaughter Cathy. Just the feel of her thigh against mine was enough to send chills down my spine after what had happened the night before, especially after she had confirmed that it hadn't all been a dream.

"That was so awesome last night, Grandpa," Cathy had exclaimed when she saw me early this morning. "I never came that hard before in my life."

I didn't tell her that I had popped my nut seconds after getting back to my bedroom, but I did tell her that it was special for me too, and now sitting behind her parents we were carrying on like schoolkids.

"What are you two doing back there?" Beth said as she turned around and gave us a strange look.

"Brent, isn't that what we used to say to you when you were carrying on in the back seat of the car on trips?" I asked my son, who nodded in agreement.

"You used to threaten to turn the car around and go home," Brent added.

"Well, I guess we better calm down then," I told Cathy. "Don't want to swim to shore."

A dip in the smelly river might be needed before long, I feared, as the feel and sight of Cathy's soft thigh against my leg was making my blood pressure rise.

Nice legs, I noted, creamy white and soft looking, with just the hint of a fine down on the tops of her thighs. How I wanted to touch those shapely legs and to feel her soft skin against my hand.

The narrator droned on about the history of the Hudson River while everybody on the bus pointed and babbled with each other, and Cathy leaned over and whispered in my ear while her folks were distracted, her hand resting briefly on my leg.

"Can't wait for tonight."

I nodded, swallowing hard while trying to control my accelerating heartbeat, and managed to behave for the rest of the afternoon. At home, the evening was a bit tougher, because every time a looked at Cathy I saw her naked.

Those precious breasts, practically designed to fit in a man's palm, drew my attention every time I saw them jiggle under Cathy's shirt. She was wearing a bra but they still moved around a bit, and while I wasn't a breast man they were still nice enough to command my attention.

Cathy wore a 34A brassiere, and the reason I knew that was because I had checked out the tag on the contraption I spotted in the hamper that morning. Certainly wasn't her mother's, who was much bigger than that, but I didn't care about the size of her boobs because I had other interests.

Her waist was a little thick but not fat, and those legs were quite shapely, but it was something else that really caught my eye all the time, and as I watched it wiggle in her snug shorts I felt myself stir to life.

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Chapter Two: Cosmo Kramer is the Assman! 

That was what Michael Richards had proclaimed loudly, and while I had already seen the episode where Kramer got the wrong license plate, it still got a chuckle out of me. That paled in comparison to Cathy's reaction when she heard it, and she exploded with laughter as we all sat and watched Seinfeld in the living room. 

"Good grief," Cathy's father said as he watched his daughter doubled over on the couch. "It's not that funny!"

"Can't believe they allow that stuff on television anyway," Cathy's mother said, looking for the TV Guide in hopes of finding something else to watch.

"The Assman!" Cathy howled, and as she laughed she looked at me and winked. "What's wrong with that?"

Cathy's parents shook their heads and shrugged their shoulders at me as if to apologize, but I was laughing as well.

"It is funny," I opined as Cathy wound down, and after she got control of herself everybody went back to watching the show, except that when I glanced over at Cathy she mouthed something at me.

I caught it the second time, and I had to turn away while I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. She didn't say it, but her mouthing echoed in my mind as if she had screamed it.

You are the assman.

We exchanged glances as we headed our separate ways, and her peck on the cheek was innocent enough, although the press of her breast against me seemed intentional. Now I was forced to sit in my room after changing into my PJ's, trying to figure out what would be a suitable time before going upstairs.

The bathroom was just outside my room, so I made a couple of trips to check out the activity level down at my son's bedroom. The first trip was necessary, but I could see the light on in their room. The second trip wasn't needed, but when I saw that the light was out I hurried back into my room and grabbed the little bag that I had debated about bringing up with me.

Tiptoeing down the hall and up the stairs, I saw the door of Cathy's sanctuary ajar again, and the light was on, which I took as a welcome sign, beckoning me to come right in.

...

Chapter Three: The bag.

"Hi Grandpa!" Cathy chirped as she skipped over to greet me at the door. She was wearing a yellow and green tie-dyed t-shirt and nothing else, and as she jumped into me we kissed and hugged.

"What's in the bag?" Cathy asked. "Booze?"

"You're not old enough to drink," I said. "Are you?"

"Afraid you might corrupt me?" Cathy asked. "So what's in the bag?"

I felt creepy bringing it up to show Cathy, but it was too late to change that now, having piqued her interest, so while Cathy bounced onto her bed I walked over with my parcel.

"We were talking about toys yesterday," I said, opening up my bag and taking out the contents.

"Oh man, this is so cool!" Cathy chirped as I handed the box to her. "It looks brand new."

"I keep it in as good condition as I can," I said. "Have to take care of my only friend."

"Don't say that, Grandpa," Cathy said, her face suddenly turning serious. "I'm always your friend. Always have been and always will be."

"I didn't mean it that way."

"I'm serious," Cathy insisted. "I've always had a major crush on you, for as long as I can remember. I figured you could tell. Everybody else in the family did."

"I knew we got along really well," I said. "It goes without saying how crazy I am about you."

"You always treated me like I was like an equal, even when I was a kid. You made me feel like a woman even back in the olden days when I was a goofy kid," Cathy said. "Never more so than last night."

"I'm glad."

"So, how does this thing work?" Cathy said, pulling the Ejaculator 3000 out of the cardboard box and plastic sleeve. "Show me."

"You just hook up that hose to the end, lube up and slip it in, and then you start squeezing the trigger," I said.

"No," Cathy said. "I want you to show me how it works."

"Show - I can't..." I stammered, but Cathy wasn't having any of that.

"Come on Grandpa," Cathy said with a salacious grin. "You didn't bring that up here just to show me the box."

"I swear," I said, and it was true. No way was I going to show my private parts to Cathy. "I didn't plan any such thing. Besides, you need lube to use it and I didn't bring any up here."

Cathy bounced over to the night table and pulled out a bottle of something.

"Has to be a water based because otherwise..." I started to say, but she had another tube of something else in a second, and as she waved them in her hand her face exploded with that smile that always melted my heart.

"What are you doing with all of that stuff in your room?"

"I'm a horny girl, or didn't you figure that out last night?" Cathy reminded me. "Now stop stalling and get your clothes off so you can show me how you do this."

"Cathy, I'm an old man," I protested. "A guy my age is not a pretty sight."

"I've seen old guys before."

"Not naked."

"Yes, naked," Cathy said bluntly, and my facial expression must have given away my shock. "It's not like I'm a virgin or anything."

"Well, er," I mumbled.

"You didn't think I was, did you?" Cathy asked.

"Guess I'm still thinking of you as my little buttercup," I admitted.

"Now I'm a big butterball."

"You aren't big."

"I weigh 129 and I'm only 5'3!"

"That's not fat."

"You're stalling."

"How old?" I asked. "The man."

"Take off your top and I'll tell you."

My hands were shaking as I undid the buttons of my pajama tops, and when I pulled it off Cathy gave a low whistle of approval.

"You look great and don't look anything like your age," Cathy opined. "Love the hairy chest. It looks like a puffy cloud on you."

I looked at the mirror and discovered that Cathy was right. I didn't look like any 67 year geezer. I could pass for 63 easy, in dim light. 

"Okay, now what about your older man?" I asked, trying to draw her attention away from my scrawny frame and back to her.

"He was about 50, I think," Cathy said. "I didn't ask for his I.D. but that's my guess."

"What happened?" I asked. "I mean, how did you - you know?"

"I was helping out at the church youth center and stuck around late one night to help clean up, and before you know it, I was on my back bleeding all over a couch."

"He worked at the church?" I asked.

"Well YEAH!" Cathy said with a laugh. "He wore the uniform."

"You're kidding! How could he do such a thing?"

"Easy. He was horny and told me I looked like the girl on Blossom. I was horny and thought he looked like George Clooney. It was my idea. It lasted about a minute. He pulled his dick out and shot his load all over my belly and that was the end. I don't think he was that into it."

"Why do you say that?" I asked.

"Because he got implicated in some stuff with altar boys and got sent wherever they send guys like that," Cathy explained.

"Have you been with other men?" I asked.

"Yes. Hundreds. Now drop 'em," Cathy said.

I pawed at the snap for a minute, finding it tough to handle answers to questions I shouldn't have asked.

"Hey, I was only kidding," Cathy said. "Two other guys. Guys my age. Okay? Now let's see your goodies."

...

Chapter Four: Shit.

Ever take your clothes off in front of somebody that's nearly a half century younger than you? If so, then you will understand what I was thinking as I took forever to undo a snap. At 18 Cathy was so young - hell, I've got underwear older than her, but I could only delay for so long before the snap came open.

"Holy shit!"

"Cathy!" I admonished her, but how can you punish a girl for cursing when you're in the middle of exposing yourself to her?

"Well, damn! Grandpa, your package is awesome!"

"Stay where you are," I said, holding up my hand to stop her in her tracks and making her sit down where she had been. "I thought you said you had seen guys before."

"I have, but your cock is freaking big."

"It is not," I scoffed, lifting it up and plopping it back down. "What you see is pretty much it. Just a dead dangling dick."

"Okay, then it's the biggest dead dick I've ever seen," Cathy said finally. "Uncut too. That's awesome. Never seen one live before."

"I'm a museum piece," I shrugged.

"How big does it get? That's got to be 6" right there."

"Afraid it doesn't get much bigger," I warned. 

"That's big enough," Cathy said, peeling off her shirt and bouncing on the bed. "Might as well get comfortable. Why don't you come over here now."

I started to walk over to the other side of the bed but Cathy grabbed me by the wrist.

"Let me," Cathy whispered. "Just for a second."

As she spoke, her hand came out and grabbed my cock, and when her other hand reached down for my balls, I froze in place.

"Man, this is so wicked cool the way the foreskin slides up and down," Cathy exclaimed. "And your sac is enormous too."

I don't know if my balls were all that big, but they did hang in a elongated pouch that gave that impression, so when Cathy's began rolling my balls in her palm while stretching out my cock, I moved onto the bed and broke her grip.

"You said you wanted to see how this works," I reminded Cathy, rolling onto my back and hooking up the trigger hose to the tube.

"What can I do?" Cathy asked.

"Just be quiet and watch."

"No way am I going to just sit here," Cathy announced and promptly filled her palm with lubricant and grabbed my cock while I was putting together the contraption.

"Cathy!" I protested, but the feeling those little hands gave me as they lathered up my cock was too good to fight, not to mention how erotic it looked to see those tiny pale hands working up and down my dusky toned pecker.

"I thought you said it took you a long time to get hard?" Cathy asked. "I can feel you getting stiffer every second, and it IS TOO getting bigger."

"Takes me a long time with my own hand. Let me put the sleeve on," I gasped, feeling like I would cum any second if Cathy was to keep on stroking me, and besides, the feeling of that greased sleeve was sometimes enough to get me going by itself if I was in the right mood.

My cock was almost fully engorged by then, which made inserting my member a little easier even if the snugness was a bit of a challenge, but as I slid into the cylinder Cathy was going ballistic with glee.

"Oh man, when I first saw the size of that tube, I was like - why is that thing so big, but you're going to fill that thing up."

"Not even close," I said while pulling the hair away from the base in order to get the seal better.

"Can I hold the trigger so you can hold down the tube down?" Cathy asked.

"Okay, but not too fast," I cautioned, show her the vacuum release valve and warning her not to go crazy. "These things can do damage if you aren't careful."

"Just tell me what to do," Cathy said as she studiously watched my cock in the cylinder.

"Slowly squeeze the trigger," I instructed. Very slowly." 

"Like this?"

"Yes," I said, and after a couple of squeezes I spun the release knob so she could build up the pressure again. "Too good too soon," I explained.

"Anything I'm doing to cause that?"

"Yes. Stop looking so beautiful."

"I love you so much, Grandpa," Cathy said, leaning over and kissing my chest. "And just so you know, you have a seriously big cock. This is the biggest one I've even seen in person."

"Slower," I gasped. "You've only seen 3 though."

"Only had 3 in my pussy," Cathy corrected. "Given five other guys head, and jerked off a few besides. Makes me sound like a pig, doesn't it?"

"No, honey," I said. "Slower. As long as you're careful. Sex should be fun."

"Have you been with anybody since Grandma passed?"

"No."

"Was Grandma your first woman?"

"No honey. Little faster please. No, I had quite a few women in my youth, so you can see that I'm in no position to cast stones in your direction."

"Any affairs while you were married to Grandma?"

"No. Never," I said, before thinking back. "Wait, I take that back. In the late 70's or early 80's maybe, swinging was all the rage. You know, swapping mates with other couples?"

"And you two did that?" Cathy asked excitedly.

"No," I said while blinking from the sweat burning my eyes. "But I had always mentioned how much I would like to see her with another woman. I shouldn't be telling you this."

"No, I think that it's great. Grandma with another woman? How cool is that? So you two did stuff with the woman?"

"Sort of," I explained. "I was just watching. After Emma and Grace - that was the other woman's name - did their thing, Emma said that if I wanted to, I could have sex with Grace. I didn't want to. I loved your Grandma and didn't want to ever have to say that I had made love to another woman while we were hitched."

"That's so sweet."

"Well, Emma insisted that I do something so she didn't feel guilty about what she had done, so the woman gave me oral sex."

"Awesome! So she got off on watching you get head?" Cathy asked.

"She said she liked it, and I liked watching her with the other woman, so it worked out fine. That was it. Once was enough."

"So you didn't think any less of Grandma for doing that?"

"For being with another woman? Heck, if I was a woman I wouldn't even look at a guy," I scoffed. "Why? Have you been with another girl?"

"Yes."

"Slower!" I gasped, hitting the release valve just in time. "That's wonderful, honey."

"You mean that?" Cathy asked. "Cool. Do you remember the girl that stopped here when you first arrived?"

"The tall skinny blonde?" I asked.

"Yeah. she was wearing that tight blue shirt."

"I remember."

"Everybody notices her with those tits."

"I'd walk through a herd of women that looked like her to be with you."

"I love you so much, Grandpa," Cathy said, and either she was sweating as much as I was or a tear was running down her cheek. "Am I still doing this right?"

"Yes baby," I grunted, looking at my grossly swollen cock through the foggy tube. "But I'm going to have to cum soon."

"I know," Cathy said. "Your face and neck are all red."

"No honey, wait!" I protested as Cathy spun the release valve on the tune. "Not yet!"

But Cathy had other ideas, and after yanking the tube off of my cock, her head flew down to my crotch while her fists grabbed my cock. Suddenly, the head of my cock went into her warm and moist mouth, and as her lips slid down the slick shaft of my cock, her fist began pumping what she could not take in her mouth.

It only lasted about a half minute, but what an amazing 30 seconds it was. Cathy's lips, tongue and hands worked such magic that despite what I thought about the situation, I was helpless to do anything but look at Cathy's head bobbing furiously on my cock, fist working like a piston on my cock while her other hand kneaded my balls vigorously.

I cried out weakly while I came, and it was an orgasm that went beyond description. I came and came until my balls were drained, and it wasn't one of my usual dribbles of semen, because I could see my cum drizzling down my cock as it oozed out of the corners of Cathy's mouth.

My entire body twitched with violent spasms as it felt like I was getting an electric shock. Cathy's face came off of my cock, either to check to see if I was having a stroke or just to come up for air, and when she saw I was more than fine, she smiled with her mouth full of my seed before swooping back down and sucking my cock until it eventually went limp.

Even a minute later, my leg was still twitching uncontrollably, and that got us both giggling until Cathy climbed up over the discarded Ejaculator 3000 to join me.

"You have no idea what that was like," I told her.

"Kinda like I felt last night," Cathy assured me with a twinkle in her eye.

"And like you're going to feel again in a little while," I informed Cathy just before giving her a kiss that was as messy as could be.

As our tongues dueled, she seemed shocked that I would be doing that but had no problem matching my passion.

"Most guys wouldn't do that," Cathy said.

"I'm not most guys," I explained before climbing up to my knees. "Besides, I know where it came from. Now let's take care of my little buttercup."




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Grandpa was "The Assman" Ch. 03



67 year old Grandpa Ted Patterson continues to enjoy his vacation at his son's house, mainly because of his granddaughter.

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Chapter One: Cathy's turn

"I've been thinking about this all day," Cathy confessed as I crawled out from beneath my granddaughter and prepared to enjoy her delicious orifices.

"You have?" I asked, looking down at Cathy's spread thighs, and in particular, the large pussy lips that were only slightly hidden beneath that sparse wisp of golden brown fur.

"That was so awesome last night," Cathy said excitedly. "I mean, I've heard plenty about rim jobs, but nobody ever tossed my salad before, and it blew my mind." 

"Well I've been thinking about something myself." I admitted. "Something I'd like to do before I get my tongue working inside your bottom. Okay?"

"Sure!" Cathy said cheerfully. "You're the boss, Grandpa!"

"I couldn't help but notice the size of your labia," I said casually, rubbing the palm of my hand over the protruding pussy lips, causing Cathy to shiver."

"Weird, aren't they?" Cathy said. "Makes me feel like Dumbo."

"Don't know about that," I said. "All I know is that I've been thinking about burying my face between them all day."

And that was what I did, lowering my head between those warm thighs and sinking my face right into the fold.

I don't know what was better, the taste or the smell of Cathy's moist sex. Her pussy hair felt like a soft breeze against my cheeks as my tongue ran up and down the opening of her sweet pussy while the musky aroma filled my head.

Pussies all taste and smell differently, I've found, but regardless of the taste or scent there's no mistaking where your face is when you've got your nose and mouth in one. I was savoring all of those joys as Cathy's hips began grinding into my face while my tongue began caressing the pearl of her clit.

I glanced over and saw Cathy's hand clenching the bedding as her legs churned by my sides. Suddenly a muffled cry, followed by a few spasms of her body, and it was over. Piece of cake.

"Omigod!" Cathy gasped. "Unreal. A man that knows how to eat pussy!"

Snickering with self-contentment while my face was still nestled comfortably in her sopping wet pussy, I kept licking around her puffy labia, while Cathy ran her hands all over the top of my head.

"Grandpa?" Cathy said, and as I looked up from my vantage point between her thighs I saw my red-faced granddaughter. "Your tongue tired?"

"No baby," I said, and although my back was aching and my knees were sore, I could eat her out until the roosters crowed.

"You know what I want."

"What's that dear?" I asked innocently.

"You know."

"Tell me."

"I want you to do what you did last night," she blushed.

"I'm so old I forget things," I lied. "Last night..."

"I want you to rim me. Toss my salad. Lick my asshole," Cathy said with a devilish grin.

"Is that any way to talk to your Grandpa?"

"It is if your Grandpa is the assman," Cathy giggled.

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Chapter Two: Down on Cathy

"Well, I'm going to need for you to put a pillow up under the base of your spine, because my back ain't what it used to be," I explained, but Cathy was already wedging the pillow up under herself before I finished speaking, and now with her completely exposed she parted those creamy thighs and showed me it all.

"Here Grandpa," Cathy said, handing me the dildo that she had used inside of her pussy the night before. "You want to work that in me while you're dining?"

"Sure honey, but do you mind if I enjoy that delicious pussy of yours a little more first?" I asked.

"Are you kidding? Your tongue is welcome anywhere anytime."

With that kind of invitation, I couldn't say no, so I positioned myself so that I could tongue her clitoris while working the dildo in and out of her pussy. Probing deep inside of Cathy, I was able to stir up an even stronger bouquet of fragrances, and as I tongued her, Cathy's hands held her thighs wide open.

"Omigod," Cathy moaned as her body shivered a bit. "I wish - wish that was your cock inside of me."

A chill went down my spine at hearing Cathy say that. It takes a special kind of grandfather to perform every kind of oral sex on his granddaughter and yet still be shocked at the suggestion of another sexual act, but I was.

As Cathy's breathing got heavier I began to work my mouth around the ivory dildo, still spinning it in and out of her slowly while licking my way around until my tongue was caressing that sweet little balloon knot.

Her anus was so tight that it was a struggle to wiggle my tongue inside of it, but once I did Cathy started going ballistic. Thrusting her hips up in the air as far as she could, pushing herself into both the dildo and my tongue, she was clutching the backs of her thighs so tightly it looked like her fingers were permanently embedded in the soft skin.

She squealed, thankfully biting into something to muffle her scream, and as her body jerked about, I lost my grip on the dildo. Either than or it was forced out, because when my eyes went up to look at what had happened, my face was hit with a wave of fluid that gushed out of Cathy's pussy.

A second, weaker squirt came out, and then Cathy started shaking uncontrollably, almost rolling off the bed as she curled into a fetal position, her body racked with what looked like a seizure.

"Are you alright, baby?" I cried out, crawling over to see what was wrong.

"Hold me," Cathy gasped, and I wrapped my arms around her and held her while her locomotive breath roared in my ear. 

I was in a panic, not knowing what to do. Luckily, Cathy's breathing started to slow down, and the spasms that shook her from head to toe started to ease up. Finally all she was doing was holding me tightly while whispering huskily.

"Omigod omigod omigod," Cathy chanted, shivering every once in a while until rolling onto her back, her face still a bright crimson.

"Unfucking real!" Cathy gasped before smothering me with kisses. "Never came like that before. Never."

It was a new one on me too. My head was soaking wet and the pillow she had been propped up on was even worse. All of the bedding was in a tangle and my little Cathy looked like she had just come out of a hurricane.

"I love you so much, Grandpa," Cathy said. "You're the undisputed assman. I don't know how you did it, but damn!"

"I don't know either," I said, since it was nothing I hadn't done to my wife for many years, and while she had loved it, she had never loved it that much.

"Tomorrow night, Grandpa," Cathy said before I left. "I meant that. What I wanted."

"We'll see," I said. "We'll see."

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Grandpa was "The Assman" Ch. 04



Grandpa Ted's vacation with his son and his family continues, and now Cathy's grandfather is faced with another dilemma, as she has made it clear that she wants something more than just her Grandpa's tongue inside of her.

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Chapter One: Easy for you to say.

"Just relax, Grandpa," Cathy said softly as she dutifully squeezed the trigger on my toy, the Ejaculator 3000. "We have all night."

"I know honey," I agreed, and what I wanted to explain to her was that not only was I a 67 year old man who, after having three orgasms in the last 3 nights, was starting to feel his age for the first time in a while, but I was having some moral issues that were probably part of my problem.

For some perverse reason, I was having trouble with the fact that after having had no problem making Cathy quite happy with my tongue as I explored her pussy and ass, the immorality of actually penetrating my granddaughter with my cock had left me, in a word, limp.

We had managed to wedge my semi-turgid cock into the latex sleeve of the suction device, but had made little progress since then. Cathy was not fazed in the least however, and was intent on getting me hard enough to fuck her.

"Not in the bottom," I had told her in no uncertain terms.

There was no way that I could ever get hard enough to get into that tiny asshole of Cathy's, and the thought of me trying to stuff my fat dick into an anus that was way tighter than her grandmother's had been would only lead us to frustration. Even her Grandma, with her anus much more expansive than Cathy's, used to have some trouble taking me in the ass, and that was back in the days when my erections were much more like blue steel than they were now.

Her pussy was another story though. After licking that furry, sweet-smelling pussy, I was sure that I could get it hard enough to get in that juicy honeypot, as long as I could get my mind around the fact that the pussy in question was my granddaughter's. 

"Here Grandpa," Cathy said, maneuvering around so that she was sitting almost on my face. "See anything you like? See anything you want to lick while I get you hard?"

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Chapter Two: Choices.

Indeed I did see something - two things to be precise. The juicy over-sized labia, with the sparse thicket of golden brown hairs surrounding it, was tempting, but faced with a choice, my tongue had a distinct preference. One that I made clear as I reached up and guided her plump bottom down on my face.

"Ooh Grandpa!" I hear Cathy moan faintly as my tongue burrowed into the puckered ring, the faint circle of hairs around the knot tickling my face as I licked her ravenously. "Feels so good. Your cock. Getting hard!"

I could feel that, as Cathy's continued pumping, along with the treat I was lapping at, were doing the trick. Soon I could feel my cock getting squeezed my plastic sleeve of the pump, and as Cathy hit the release at broke the vacuum, she was already yanking it off of my cock and spinning her body around.

She had my cock in her fist and was squatting over it before slowly moving down on my cock.

"Oh. So fucking big," Cathy hissed, and while she might have said it profanely, she was accurate.

I could feel my cock tearing through her tender opening, spreading her tight pussy like it may not have been stretched before. My hands went up to grab her apple-sized breasts, for her support and for my pleasure, and as those tiny nipples poked into my palms she impaled herself onto my cock with a barely muffled squeal.

Cathy came fast, less than a minute after I had entered her, she was writhing as she rode me hard, and I had to fight not to come myself when that already tight pussy clenched my manhood savagely.

"Still hard," Cathy gasped as she slowly wiggled her pudgy frame on my crotch, and I nodded. 

"When you get tired, let me know," I told her, and after another minute she rolled over onto her back.

I was on top of her as fast as my 67 year old bones could manage, and there was no chance that I was going to lose my hard-on now. With it in my fist, I impaled Cathy once again, and from this angle she seemed just as tight. A few slow strokes in and out, and we got into a rhythm.

Cathy was holding onto my upper arms with what felt like iron fingers, her grip tight as I began to thrust into her harder and faster. Cathy's face was flushed and shiny with sweat, some of it mine I suspect, as I began to sweat profusely all over her.

She was cumming again in a few minutes, and as I watched the orgasm begin to wash over her, I began to pound into her harder and faster. By the time she came, I was humping her like a jackhammer.

I wasn't 67 anymore. For a few brief moments I was Cathy's age, and after Cathy came, and the legs that she had wrapped around my butt fell off to the bedding in exhaustion, I kept going.

It would be great to say that it lasted hours, but of course it didn't. While it lasted though, I felt like the young animal that had ravaged her grandmother back in our youth. Soon Cathy was limp beneath me, weakly submitting to my feral lust, and when I could hold back no longer, I came.

I know I came inside of her at first until I panicked and pulled my cock out and rubbed it along her labia, finishing by cumming on her belly before my orgasm finally stopped rattling my bones.

"Oh Grandpa," Cathy said as she looked up at me with glazed eyes. "That was the best."

I nodded before falling of to the side, exhausted beyond description, and it took me the better part of a half hour before I could manage to get to my feet. Cathy, it must be said, was still on her back, legs akimbo with my cum drying on her belly and bush.

"Should have cum inside of me," Cathy whispered.

"Are you on the pill?" I asked, but Cathy shook her head, maybe thinking that at my advanced age I was shooting blanks.

I got back into my pajamas and picked up my Ejaculator 3000 before kissing Cathy good night and heading back downstairs, stopping at the bathroom for a groin bath and a leak before going into my bedroom.

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Chapter Three: I guess my heart is strong.

That was what I was thinking a moment later, after I eased into the guest room where I had been sleeping. I sensed something, but before I could turn on the night light, I heard the voice.

"Dad?" came the voice from the semi-darkness.

I dropped my Ejaculator 3000 at the sound of the voice that belonged to my daughter Beth, and as my eyes adjusted to the dimness of the room, I saw her sitting on the edge of my bed, hands folded on her lap.

"Beth?" I said in a voice that reflected my shock and confusion.

"Close the door, Dad," Beth said, and I nodded, having to nudge the pieces of my toy out of the way as I did.

"Sit down Dad," Beth said. "We have to talk."

"Sure," I said in a voice that sounded anything but that. "What's wrong?"

"I saw you," Beth said. "I saw what you did to Cathy."

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Grandpa was "The Assman" Ch. 05



The further exploits of 67 year old Ted Patterson, as his vacation at his son's house takes another turn.

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Chapter One: It's alright.

I felt like crawling into a hole instead of sitting down on the bed next to my daughter Beth, but instead I eased my aching body down onto the space where Beth had been patiently patting her hand.

Despite washing my cock and balls, I still smelled like somebody who had just had sex, and if that wasn't bad enough, I was sitting next to the mother of the girl I had just screwed. My heart was still racing from the initial shock of finding Beth in the guest room waiting for me as I sat.

"Look Beth," I began, trying to think of something to say that would fix it all. Maybe an offer to go to a retirement home or someplace where depraved old farts go off to die would suffice.

"Ssh. Let me talk, Dad," Beth said, resting her hand on my knee. "It's alright. What you did to Cathy, or what you did with each other, I mean."

"How?" was my stunned reply as I asked how she had found out, figuring that it was Cathy's yelps that gave us away.

"There's a secret little room up there off the inside of the hall closet that Cathy doesn't know about," Beth confessed. "I've been watching her from that hiding place for quite a while, since she started sneaking boys up there - and a girl once too, I might add. I get up in there and watch, living vicariously through my daughter. You think that's sick?"

"I dunno," I said, dumbfounded that this suburban mother who had always seemed so straight-laced would do something like that, but didn't feel I was in a position to take anything like a moral high road.

"Do you know what this smell is?" Beth said, and as she brought her hand up to my nose, I knew the aroma even before she had finished her question. "I had almost my whole hand up my cunt when Cathy was cumming that last time."

Chills were running up and down my spine as I listened to my son's wife speak, and although I had known the woman for over 20 years, this person beside me bore little resemblance to the daughter I was familiar with.

"I can't help it. I'd much rather be in there with my husband in my own bedroom, doing all the things Cathy does, believe me. Things between me and Brad - well - they aren't that good."

"Beth," I started to say, not wanting to hear, but there was no stopping Beth now.

"It's not that I don't love him, Dad," Beth explained. "And I don't care that he isn't very well-endowed. I knew that when I married him, but now it's just that he cums so fast. Almost as soon as he puts it in me it's over."

"Those things can be worked out," I said while cringing at the overload of unwanted information.

"What you did to Cathy," Beth said, ignoring me. "I'm not as judgemental about things like that as most people probably are. I didn't have a grandfather, but I had an uncle. I was younger than Cathy when he first started visiting my room at night, but they were the greatest nights of my life, so I know how good it can be with a older, experienced man."

"Especially with a man as well endowed as you are, Dad," Beth said, adding, "You remind me a lot of my uncle." 

As she spoke her hand slipped inside the fly of my pajamas and snaked downward, not stopping until she found what she was looking for.

"Omigod," Beth moaned as she pulled on my very dead dick as it hung limply between my legs. "I think you're even bigger that my Uncle Dan was."

"Beth, I can't."

"You don't understand, Dad," Beth explained. "I need it bad. I haven't really been fucked in years. Not like you just gave it to Cathy. I felt like running into the room and pushing her off the bed so you could do me instead."

I had stopped trying to move my daughter's hand off of my cock, but it wouldn't matter how long she pulled on it because that spent dick would not be rising again tonight or any time soon, so I let her tug away. Besides, it felt good, and she knew her way around a foreskin as well.

"I'm - let's just just say that I'm a lot more experienced than Brad is," Beth said. "My needs are greater than his as well. I need a lot of sex, and while I've been able to resist the urge so far, there are times when I think I'm going to explode. I've never cheated on him - with another man."

"That's good," I said, and I felt Beth move her wrist upward, which caused the snap on my pajama bottoms to open up, and I didn't stop her when she nudged them down a bit.

"I have a woman friend," Beth said. "She's a lesbian, and she does me with a strap-on sometimes. I don't think that's cheating though. Do you, Dad?"

"I - I don't know," I managed to say as the sweat began running down from my brow and stinging my eyes.

"Your cock feels like it's beginning to get harder, Dad. Do you like me talking like this? Does it excite you? I'll tell you something else. A couple of weeks ago, I was so horny that my skin was crawling. I think I have a chemical imbalance or something like that, because sometimes I get so horny that I feel like letting a whole bunch of guys just fuck me until I pass out. Never have gone through with it, but I get that urge. You know what I did?"

Beth's hand kept pulling on my cock while she spoke, and while I was far from getting hard, I was definitely turned on.

"No. What did you do?"

"I slipped out of the house and drove into the city, down to a really rough part of town and drove by a bar that's got a reputation as a sleazy place that's had a bunch of crazy things happen in it. I went in and the place was full of black guys. I was one of the few women in the place, and the only white face there.

"I sat at the bar and guys started hitting on me right away. Do you believe that? Me, a 44 year old women with all these guys about half my age swarming all over me? Drinks started lining up in front of me, and while one guy was sweet talking me I felt somebody on the other side of me move his hand under the bar and he started squeezing my breast. I was scared, and knew that despite how horny I was I really didn't want to be there. I don't know what would have happened if I didn't catch somebody dropping something in one of the drinks. When I saw that I panicked and ran out the door."

"That's good," I wheezed.

"I'm making you excited, aren't I Dad?" Beth said, her hand milking away at me. "Is it my hand or my stories?"

"Both."

"I want you so bad," Beth sighed. "I know I'm not 18 like Cathy, but I'm not in bad shape for a woman my age."

"You're a very attractive woman," I assured her.

"You really think so?" Beth said with relief. "I always thought you might have found me attractive for some reason. There were times I thought that I would catch you peeking at me, so maybe that was my imagination."

"No, you're right," I admitted, blushing at the realization that my occasional glances down the front of her blouse when she would bend over had not gone unnoticed.

"Cathy's got a cute body, doesn't she Dad?"

"Yes."

"Doesn't take after me very much though, does she?" Beth asked. "She didn't get my boobs, but then again she didn't get my hair problem. Don't know if you know it, but I'm kind of a hairy broad. Kinda took after my Italian mother that way."

I had noticed over the years that she had a lot of the traits that went along with that type of woman. Beth's forearms arms had a fine dusting of hair on them, and when we went on that boat ride I did notice that her underarms, although shaved, were coated with a dense 5 o'clock shadow that covered the entire area. 

"Cathy doesn't have much hair between her legs," Beth said. "I do though. A lot. I know the younger generation wouldn't care for that, but maybe a man of your era might not mind that at all. Am I right?"

"Yes," I said in a voice that was barely audible.

"You want to feel how hairy my pussy is, Dad?" Beth asked, and not waiting for an answer, took her hand off of my cock and brought it under her nightgown and between her legs.

"See?" Beth gasped as my fingers raked through a bush that was as thick and dense as any I had ever experienced. Furthermore, there was something else about it that got my attention.

"Feel how wet I am, Dad?" Beth asked.

"Yes, but Beth. This is so wrong. I can't do this to my son."

"I don't want you to do anything to him. I want you to do it to me," Beth said. "You want me to beg, Dad? I will. I need cock."

"No Beth, that isn't it."

"Anything you want, Dad," Beth pleaded. "Like I said, I'm very experienced. There isn't much I haven't done before and there's absolutely nothing I wouldn't do for you. Name it."

"Please Beth."

"Your cock is so big," Beth whined. "Please. I haven't had one this size since college."

Beth dropped to her knees on the carpet, clawing at my pajamas, and to my shame I not only let her take them down but raised my hips to let her do it. In the dim light I saw Beth looking at my cock with a twinkle in her eye, giving it a couple of long pulls before lifting it up and dropping it on the top of her head so that she could suck on my low-hanging balls before I pulled her head out from under my cock.

"Beth, I really can't," I protested.

"Can't or won't?" she asked, sounding hurt. "I can smell Cathy's pussy still on you."

"I want to," I assured her. "Really. It's just that I can't get hard again just like that. If I was younger, believe me I would be all over you."

"Really?" Beth asked, and when I nodded she got up from the floor and stood in front of me.

Her full pendulous breasts, unsupported by a bra, hung down nearly to her waist in her plain white nightgown, and although the garment covered her down to mid-thigh, I could smell the feral scent pouring out of her pussy like it was covering my face instead of being a foot away.

"Of course I would," I told her, and that was the truth. "Can I - see your pussy?" 

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Chapter Two: Show and tell.

With my eyes now fully adjusted to the light, I could see just fine as Beth wordlessly lifted her nightie up to her waist. Her tummy was a little fleshy and thick, but not flabby, but what I really cared about was below her belly button, where a thin line of hairs blossomed into one of the most luxuriant bushes I had ever seen.

The thick, dark brown hair grew densely over a wild and untrimmed triangle that even spread out onto the insides of her thighs. The sight and scent made my heart race as the vision brought back sweet memories, and as I stared, Beth spoke like she was reading my mind.

"Remind you of Mom?" Beth asked, and indeed the sight of my daughter's hairy pussy had conjured up memories of my late wife Emma's magnificent pubic hair, but I was curious about how Beth would have known, and asked her about that.

"I remember we were changing into our bathing suits one time, and I noticed that Mom was really hairy down there," Beth explained. "I mentioned it to her, and then she said that I shouldn't talk. We had a laugh over it, even comparing each other's bushes to see which of us had more pussy hair."

"You do," I said, salivating at the sight.

"I know. It's terrible isn't it? Brad likes it though."

"Please don't mention Brad's name any more," I asked, my guilt already there without the constant reminders that she was my son's wife, and she was showing me her pussy down the hall from where he was sleeping. "But no, it isn't horrible to me at all."

"Okay Dad," Beth said. "Would you though? Fuck me, I mean?"

"Beth honey, I think that as sick as it sounds, I would," I admitted. "If I could, that is. I really can't."

"I could help you get hard," Beth offered. "I saw how your toy worked. Maybe we could."

I shook my head, but after staring at Beth's furry crotch all that time, I was willingly to help her out.

"I would like to do something to you," I said. "If you would let me."

I had Beth get onto the bed and go onto her back, with her nightie still hiked up, and my knees and back roared in protest as I knelt on the floor with my daughter's full but shapely legs spread wide in front of me.

Beth's pussy was not only wet, but the aroma was so strong that it made my head spin. The poor woman was in heat, and her feelings were contagious, so when my face dipped into her pubic hair and started licking I did so with as much enthusiasm as I had earlier in the evening to her daughter.

Beth was writhing and squirming on the bed from the start, her hands tearing at the bedding as she wiggled backwards on the bed away from me. I followed as best I could, exchanging my uncomfortable position on my knees to an even more painful one on the edge of the bed, but I was so consumed by lust that I didn't care.

Beth's dense pubic hair was rather coarse and kinky against my cheeks, a delightful contrast of her daughter's sparse and silky pubes, and as I licked my way between her much smaller labia and began to orally caress her pearl I had to remind her to be quiet.

Beth came hard, her muffled squeals of delight mostly contained by the blanket she had stuffed in her mouth, but the way she was carrying on it was clear that she wasn't done yet. I decided to take a chance and change my tactics, getting up and mounting Beth.

She might have thought that I was going to try and stick my mostly turgid cock into her, but instead I began to rub the tip of my cock into her clitoris, not retracting my foreskin so that the rough uneven edge of it could work on Beth better.

The result was amazing, as Beth was cumming again in about a minute, and her stifled noises as she punched the mattress violently had an effect on me. Despite my being pretty much flaccid, I felt a tingling sensation in my loins, and I was startled to feel myself ejaculate a little bit despite my being erect, coating her clitoris with a little of my seed.

It felt almost as good as a real orgasm to me, and Beth must have noticed as well, because when I straightened up on the bed Beth was smiling broadly.

"You came, didn't you Dad?"

"A little," I admitted. "Don't know how or why. Maybe because you looked so sexy when you came."

"Come up here," Beth said, motioning for me to move up towards her face, and as she directed me I found myself straddling her face, with my dangling nuts on her chin and my even deader than before cock near her face.

Beth's tongue came up and swiped around the end of my cock, dipping the tip of her tongue under the foreskin and circling it a few times before swabbing the tender opening.

"Ooh! More!" Beth whispered, apparently able to coax a little more seed out of my cock before I pulled it away from her and collapsed on the bed next to her.

"That was so good, Dad," Beth whispered, rolling onto her side and rubbing my chest. "No wonder Cathy was going nuts when you went down on her. You're really good. I was kinda disappointed though. I was hoping that you were going to rim me like you did Cathy. Is it because my asshole is hairy?"

"Huh? Uh - no," I told her, kicking myself for not checking it out. "I never got to notice. Guess I got carried away there."

"Do you want me to shave around my anus?" Beth offered. "If you want me to, I will. Or you could shave it for me if you would like to."

"No, honey," I assured her. "You're beautiful as you are."

"Tomorrow I'm going to come home for lunch," Beth explained. "I have to have you."

"I don't know," I said, feeling more like 97 than 67, but perhaps a miracle could occur.

"I can't wait, Dad. Get your rest," Beth said as she kissed me and rolled off the bed.

Rest? That was the sweetest idea imaginable, I thought to myself while drifting off to sleep. Tomorrow, or more accurately, later today, would come soon enough.

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Grandpa was "The Assman" Ch. 06



Ted Patterson, the 67 year old grandfather whose nocturnal wanderings in his son's house got him involved with his comely young granddaughter Cathy, has been acting half his age, much to his delight. 

Cathy's mother Beth had been watching Grandpa Ted having sex with her daughter, and to Grandpa Ted's surprise, not only was his daughter not offended or disgusted, she wanted some of what her daughter had gotten.

Two women, as different as night and day in every way, and both as attractive as women could be to Ted. The problem was, Ted was 67 years old, and even at his prime might have had problems dealing with these two. Might they be the death of poor old Grandpa?

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One: Advil kick in.

"C'mon Advil," Ted Patterson mumbled to himself as he put the cap on the bottle and twisted his body around in an attempt to work the stiffness out. "Kick in and do your thing."

It was eleven in the morning, and he was the only creature stirring in the Brad and Beth Patterson house. Brad, his wife Beth, and their daughter Cathy were all off to work. Beth, however, would be coming home for lunch. Since Beth was the office manager at her company, she had assured Ted the night before that she was not tied down to any half hour or hour break either.

"As long as I want," Beth had cooed in his ear. "As long as it takes."

What Beth wanted, she had made clear the night before, was him. Specifically, she wanted his cock in his pussy. A cock, Ted noted with a shake of his head, which had already performed more in the last three days than it had in all the time since his wife Emma had passed away combined.

Did he have it in him to get it up one more time? That was a good question, Ted thought as he looked at his long, wrinkled friend in the mirror before stepping into the shower. 

If all it took was will power, there would be no problem. To his shame, Ted admitted that being with Beth for that short time had been very exciting to him. Her willingness to discuss her wants and needs, as well as her aborted attempt at infidelity, had really turned Ted on.

He had never thought of Beth like that, as a fiery and wanton woman with a sexual appetite that seemed to be considerable. And those tits, Ted mused as he remembered those surprisingly full globes. Where did they come from?

Oh sure, he had snuck many a peek down her blouse over the years, but last night was the first time he had seen them without a brassiere. He had known that Beth had a good sized bosom, but what Ted saw under that nightgown was truly impressive.

Some gals are like that, Ted thought. They look pretty ordinary when they're dressed all prim and proper, but once they get that harness off it turns out that they've been hiding a couple of whoppers all that time.

Emma was like that to an extent, Ted recalled, but was nowhere near being as busty as Beth appeared to be, at least from what he was able to see, and now Ted regretted not having her hike that nightie up a little higher so that he could have checked them out. Giving him something to look forward to just gave him a little more incentive to get it up, Ted concluded as he scrubbed his aching body, the soothing needles of the shower soothing his muscles somewhat. 

Pulling back his foreskin, Ted made extra sure that he cleaned himself thoroughly, and as he cleaned he felt the vague stirrings in his loins. Smiling, Ted worked over his dangling nuts with the soap as well, and when he brought his soapy finger into his ass and felt his cock tingle, he was reassured.

He was going to do it, Ted concluded as he turned off the shower. He was going to get it up and drive his daughter through the headboard. Hopefully, Ted thought as his knees cracked when asked to bend in exiting the tub. Hopefully.

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Two: Ready.

Ted was looking out the window when Beth pulled into the driveway and climbed out of the Lexus. Looking very business-like in a black pant suit with a pink blouse underneath, Beth walked purposely along the walk and up the steps.

Ted, in contrast, was dressed in the thin bathrobe that he put on after showering, not bothering to get stuff on that he would only be taking off anyway. So what if the robe showed his bony knees and skinny legs? Beth hadn't given any indication of caring about that.

He was waiting at the top of the stairs when Beth opened the door, and while she seemed surprised to see him there for some reason, she smiled as she climbed the stairs to join him.

"I was afraid that I was going to have to wake you up," Beth said nervously as she set her purse on the edge of the couch and took a deep breath. "Thought I might have made a fool of myself last night or something."

Ted Patterson shook his head and moved toward Beth, taking her face in his hands and bending to kiss her. The kiss was nothing like the kisses that had exchanged over the last two decades, because those other displays of affection did not include their tongues dueling or their bodies grinding into each other.

"Whew!" Beth exclaimed as their lips separated, and her father nodded agreement, putting his hand out and leading Beth down the hall.

"Would you mind if we..." Beth started to say, but Ted was already miles ahead of her, ushering her into the guest room that he had been sleeping in all week.

He had expected Beth to not want to do anything in her own bedroom, and hew as right. Beth seemed relieved when she saw where Ted led her, and after he closed the door behind them she smiled when she saw the bottle of champagne on the dresser, along with two glasses.

"You're so sweet," Beth said as she took the glass her father offered her.

"Thought it might help us relax," Grandpa Ted suggested.

"Is this cheating?" Beth wondered aloud. "I know it is, but in my mind - well, it's different. Do you know what I mean?"

"I think so," Ted agreed, although he didn't. Not really.

"Kind of bright in here," Beth said as she started to close the blinds that Ted had labored to allow light along with privacy.

"It's fine just like it is, Beth," Ted said. "Besides, I want to see you."

Beth started to make a self-depreciating comment, but Ted would have none of that, cutting her off with a wave of his hand.

"I thought you looked amazing last night," Ted assured his daughter, who was in her mid-40's but seemed as nervous as a schoolgirl as she stood in the middle of the room while Ted went over to the bed and sat down. "Stay there, honey. Take your clothes off for me."

"Here?" Beth asked, and when Ted nodded she began to slowly disrobe, pulling off her blazer and setting it on a chair.

Her fingers battled the buttons on the blouse while she bit her lip in frustration, but finally got to the last one and peeled off the short-sleeved pink blouse, revealing a long-line brassiere that seemed designed to minimize her bosom. 

"My slacks?" Beth asked, apparently willing or wanting to take direction, and when Ted nodded she peeled off the black tailored slacks, revealing legs that were slightly full but quite shapely. After reaching down and taking off her knee-hi stockings she stood self-consciously in bra and panties.

"Nice," Ted sighed, noting the sprays of hair that peeked out from the sides of the elastic of the pantie leg openings, despite them being modestly styled. "Now the bra, honey."

Beth exhaled deeply before reaching back and undoing the hooks, and with each one coming loose the bra jumped forward a little more. When the last hook came free, the harness lurched off of Beth, and her massive breasts eased out of their entrapment.

"My turn now," Grandpa Ted said, letting out a loud and exaggerated, "Whew!" of his own, before nodding for Beth to take down her panties.

As Beth slipped them down, her huge mammaries swung down in front of her, and Ted was stunned at their shape as well as their size, the breasts resembling torpedoes with crimson the size of drink coasters. Beth's nipples were impressive as well, the thick pegs jutting out well over an inch with the promise of even further growth.

"Don't hide yourself," Ted said softly when Beth instinctively brought her hands up to modestly try to cover her herself, but there was way too much for two hands to shield, so she let them fall to her sides.

"I could tell you how beautiful you are, but you probably wouldn't believe me," Ted said, surprised at what Beth's undressing at done to him, and when Beth shrugged her shoulders Ted nodded and rose to his feet, letting his robe drop off of his shoulders. "Maybe this will convince you."

"OMIGOD!" Beth cried out, and while Ted wasn't sure whether she was shocked at what she saw swaying in front of him or was stunned that he was so aroused over her, it didn't matter, because after she cried out Beth made the three steps over to her father and fell to her knees on the carpet in front of him.

Beth attacked his cock like a pit bill on a pork chop, her hands grasping the nearly erect organ while cramming as much in her mouth as she could. Soon, her hands were not needed, so she moved them down to his balls, squeezing the low hanging orbs while inhaling his manhood.

Ted looked down at a woman who seemed possessed, as well as apparently intent on taking all of his cock into her mouth. Soon she was coming close - incredibly close - to taking it all in her mouth, and not even the tip of his manhood poking her in the throat could deter her.

"Oh, what a incredible cocksucker you are," Ted exclaimed as he ran her hands through his daughter's thick hair, and when he feared he could take no more he pulled her to her feet and eased her onto the bed.

"No, Dad," Beth gasped when she saw him start to go down on her. "I need it now. Please."

Ted nodded and moved up on the bed and between her pale thighs, her hand raking through the thick mat of hair that surrounded her opening, and despite the excessive pelt she had, there was no problem finding her opening because she was sopping wet.

Ted rubbed the head of his cock along her labia, the bulbous glans of his member now exposed, and the feeling on the sensitive tip was exquisite. Ted leaned closer while Beth gripped his biceps, and as he entered her he got to watch her reactions.

She was tight, but not extremely so, most likely the result of the weapon that her lesbian friend do on her, but the deeper he got the tighter the opening was. Soon, Beth was bridging her neck up from the bedding, her eyes rolling back in her head as she seized his biceps in a death grip.

Back out Ted, came, and then back in, but this time a little further. Again and again he did this, until by the fifth slow thrust he had fully impaled his buxom daughter, and after a couple of additional plunges Beth was coming.

Ted felt his cock get crushed by Beth's pussy as her body spasmed, and just when it seemed her orgasm was over she began again, flopping around on the bed under her father, who had to look away for fear of cumming himself.

"So good," Beth whimpered, tears running from the corners of her eyes as she looked up to the senior citizen, who concentrated on lasting as long as he could. "Let me."

Beth, sensing that he was in need of a break, deftly slid out from under Ted and rolled him onto his back while straddling the still-erect cock, her fist holding his manhood while guiding it into her pussy.

"OH! Feels even bigger this way," Beth declared as she eased herself down on his cock, and any loss of stiffness was regained at the sight of Beth's enormous breasts swaying down in front of her.

"Play with them," Ted grunted. "Want to see you play with them."

"My tits?" Beth asked, and when Ted nodded she took her hands from her thighs and grabbed her breasts, squeezing them while looking for approval from Ted.

Ted nodded and put his hands over hers, helping her knead the over-sized jugs before taking over the job himself. Beth's breasts were doughy, but considering their size and her age felt as great as they looked, and when Ted grabbed the fat nipples and turned them like knobs on a radio Beth squealed with delight.

"Like them babies treated rough?" Ted asked, and when Beth nodded he began to knead them with more force, until his weathered hands were yanking on them with all his might.

Any fears that Ted had regarding his being too rough were dashed when his daughter came again, a milder orgasm to be sure than before, but it was delightful to watch, and after she was done Ted noticed that she seemed to be a little uncomfortable.

"Have to cum now," Ted said, and Beth nodded.

"Want to feel it," Beth said, and while it was doubtful that she could feel his seed filling her womb, he could tell that she could feel his dick jump when he came, and after he was spent Beth quickly eased herself off of his deflating cock and smothered him with kisses.

"That was the most amazing..." Beth started to say, but started to cry and buried her face in Ted's neck.

Ted cradled his daughter in her arms until she stopped sobbing, and after she was back in control of her emotions she gingerly climbed off of Ted and fell to his side.

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Three: Inspection.

"You know," Ted said as he leaned over towards Beth' his hand going to Beth's breasts which,m despite her being on her back, were still impressive. "I had no idea you were hiding anything so incredible under your clothes. You should let them out so that the world can enjoy them."

"Too self-conscious," Beth explained. "I feel like a cow, but they are sensitive, and if you keep playing with them I'm going to climb back on top of you, even though my pussy is so sore that it feels like I've been doing squat thrusts on a fire hydrant." 

"I'm afraid that you've killed the boy off," Ted said.

"That's what you said last night."

"Well, this time I mean it," Ted assured her.

"Are you going to fuck Cathy tonight?"

"Gee," Ted said, feeling uncomfortable about talking to a girl's mother like this.

"I mean, it's fine if you do. I'm not jealous," Beth told her father. "You gave me what I needed."

The prospect of having to deal with Cathy later that night was making Ted feel old again, and while Cathy was certainly stimulating, it might not be enough to erase the fact that his back and legs were killing him.

"I don't think so," was Ted's reply.

"Well, if you do, I'll be watching."

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Grandpa was "The Assman" Ch. 07



Ted Patterson, the 67 year old grandfather whose week-long vacation at his son's house has so far been anything but relaxing, begins to feel his age.

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One: It's alright Grandpa.

I looked down at my granddaughter Cathy, whose eyes were focused on the quite flaccid tube of flesh that she had been trying to coax back to life for the last twenty minutes to little effect.

Oh, there was an initial surge when I arrived in the loft that I knew now was anything but secret. Seeing the soft nubile young Cathy naked when I arrived had made the blood begin to flow in my cock, and for a time there I think that I would be able to get it up, but in the end reality set in. 

While I know that it would make for a better tale if I turned out to be a super stallion who never failed to get hard, the reality is that I was a 67 year old man who had been popping loads into his granddaughter and daughter for the last five days at a pace that rivaled my youth.

Viagra had crossed my mind, but having had a bit of a heart scare a couple of years ago, I quickly dismissed that. Imagining what I could do with one of those erections that wouldn't go away for four hours was amusing in fantasy only. Having a stroke while on top of Cathy or Beth would not be the memory I wanted to leave either of them.

Cathy had already used my usually reliable Ejaculator 3000 on me in an effort to get me hard, managing to stuff by limp dick into that tight latex sleeve after a lot of effort, but we had given up on that after about 10 minutes of constant pumping made little difference.

So now Cathy was tugging away, pulling on my limp dick without complaint. Licking and nibbling around the foreskin, letting her tongue toy with the opening of the glans, and sucking on my low hanging nuts until they popped loudly out of her mouth. Nothing worked.

"I'm sorry baby," I finally said. "Guess I'm not up to it tonight."

"It's alright Grandpa," Cathy said, trying and mostly succeeding to mask her disappointment. "I like sucking on you anyway."

"And you do it so well," I told her, running my hands through her golden brown hair.

It was true. Cathy was a fine cocksucker. Not as skilled as her mother Beth, who was extraordinary at the craft, but good nonetheless. I don't even think Beth could have done anything at this point though. 

"Why don't you get up in my favorite position?" I suggested to Cathy, who eagerly complied by rolling onto her hands and knees while lifting that plump little bottom of hers as high as she could. "I think I've got something you like that still works."

Cathy giggled as I climbed up behind her and spread those full ass cheeks and locked my eyes upon the prize, that sweet tan balloon knot which was winking at me as my face slipped into the crack.

The faint little circle of hairs which ringed her anus got flattened by my tongue first, as was my custom, before I started lapping at the puckered little opening. Cathy's anus welcomed my long, serpent-like tongue, and soon I had her writhing and moaning beneath my oral onslaught.

My hand slid between her legs, and my fingers rubbed her wet over-sized labia a bit before my thumb sank into her pussy. From then on Cathy was was squirming and letting out muffled squeals into the pillow that her face was buried in.

The squishing sounds of my thumb going in and out of her pussy, along with the pungent smell of her sex, actually gave me a semi-erection for a while there, but in the end I just held onto her hips and kept corkscrewing my tongue into Cathy until she came and collapsed onto the bed.

"Oh man, Grandpa," Cathy wheezed after rolling onto her back. "I'm going to miss that when you go."

"Me too, honey," I said while getting my toy back into the box and preparing to leave.

"You know what would be great?" Cathy asked, not waiting for an answer. "Before you go, how cool would it be if you stuck your cock in my ass?"

"I'm afraid that you've worn the old boy down too much for that," I told her. "Besides, I don't think I could get hard enough for that any more either. You're very small down there."

"But I'll bet you could fix that," Cathy suggested as I got to the door.

"If ifs and buts would candy and nuts, then every day would be Christmas," I reminded my granddaughter before closing the door.

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Two: Off to my own bed.

After getting downstairs and brushing my teeth, I noticed that the faint night light was on in my room, so I wasn't startled this time when I saw Cathy's mother Beth on the bed waiting for me when I opened the door.

"Hi Dad," Beth said, walking over to me and wrapping her arms around me. "I was watching. That was so hot."

Beth's mouth locked onto mine and she ground her voluptuous body into me, her tongue seeking and finding mine. Beth's mouth sucked on my tongue while her hands reached inside my pajamas and pulled at my cock.

"If you were watching," I said after breaking free from my daughter. "You saw nothing happening down there."

"Maybe I could change that," Beth suggested. "I brought a razor."

"A razor?"

"If you want to shave around my anus," Beth reminded me. "I noticed that you didn't go near it, so I figured you must not have liked all the hair."

"Beth, things went so fast I didn't even get a chance to look at you down there," I explained, telling her that cleanliness was all I cared about.

"Well then, maybe you should look," Beth said, calmly pulling her nightie up over her head, exposing her lush body as she cupped her huge bosoms in her palms before going back to the bed and climbing on.

"What do you think, Dad?" Beth asked as she knelt on the edge of the bed and spread her ass cheeks wide. "I promise that I'm squeaky clean."

"I think that's one hairy asshole," I said, seeing the way that the coal black hair continued from the bottom of her pussy right up through the crack of her ass.

"Too hairy?" Beth asked, nodding toward the razor and shave gel further up the bed.

"Too hairy?" I scoffed. "I think not. Like being too rich or too healthy."

Even furrier down there than my late wife Emma, I observed, and that had never scared me away, I thought to myself as I went over to the bed and ran my hand along the furry crevice.

After gobbling Cathy's ass, my tongue was now as exhausted as the rest of me, but I nudged her mother further up the bed so I could kneel behind her. No sense letting this opportunity go to waste, I reasoned.

As my tongue slid over the hair-fringed ring, I got a blast of mint. Beth wasn't kidding. She was clean. She must have given herself an enema, because this was the freshest tasting butt I had even munched on.

"Oh Dad!" Beth mumbled as I pulled her hips closer to me so that I could really get into her, and whatever I did it must have been right because within a minute Beth was cumming, squealing as my tongue worked around the ring as my fingers diddled inside of her pussy.

"That was so good," Beth said after she caught her breath. "I wish Brad would do that, but he's too - not anal, I guess."

"It's not for everybody."

"You know the saying that it's better to give than receive, Dad?"

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Three: Bull

"You look incredible like that," Beth said after I got onto my hands and knees, and I had to snicker, trying to imagine what my 67 year old ass must look like.

"They should put me in The Smithsonian," I muttered.

"I'm serious," Beth said, and as she spoke I felt her hand cupping my balls, rolling the nuts around in her palm. "Am I too rough?"

"No," I moaned, loving the way Beth was kneading and pulling on my nut sac.

"Good. What a pair you've got on you," Beth said. "You've got the balls of a bull. And as for this..."

Beth's hand moved down to grab my cock, which was dangling limply, and began to pull on it like she was milking a cow. I could feel Beth's breath on my exposed anus a second before the touch of her wet tongue made me shiver.

It had been forever since I had experienced this, my dear Emma only rarely going in that area, and from the first second it was clear that my daughter was not doing this out of any sense of obligation. You have to love it in order to go at it with the kind of enthusiasm that Beth did.

Now Beth hand both hands on my cock, pulling on it forcefully as her tongue danced around inside of me. My cock began to get hard - not a full-blown erection but close to it, and I was helpless to stop what followed, as my spine tingled with the onset of my orgasm.

I came, not in a rush but in a long, almost frustrating way. Hanging on the brink of orgasm for what seemed like forever, my cock finally spat all over the bedding while Beth yanked furiously on it.

The orgasm seemed to never have an end, and I pretty much forced Beth's hands off of me when my knees gave way and I fell onto the bed, fully spent.

"Was that good for you Dad?" Beth asked me as she knelt beside me, her finger now replacing her tongue.

"Unbelievable," I mumbled, her finger dipping in and out of my ass while I felt myself laying in the pool of my cum, too exhausted to move.

"I'm glad," Beth said. "I'm going to miss you when you go."

That was the last thing I remember Beth saying before sleep overtook me.

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