3 comments/ 53129 views/ 8 favorites Her Grandmother's Belongings By: furryfan Introduction: This story takes place in a sleepy rural area of upstate New York and involves two people - a most oddly matched pair you might say - who come together for a rather unpleasant reason. While they couldn't be more different from each other in the more obvious ways, they did have something in common besides Marie Comstock. Marie Comstock had passed away a few months earlier, the victim of a heart attack. She was the grandmother of Judy, the 18 year old student who found herself with the unenviable task of going through Marie's belongings, searching for anything of sentimental value. Steve Harkin was 18 once. 45 years earlier, to be precise, and was Marie's boyfriend for the previous 4 years until her untimely death. The two widowers had enjoyed each other's company so much that they had chosen to live together for the last 3 years; "shacked up" as Marie would say with a devilish grin to those who asked, in Steve's modest house way out in the boondocks on Neversink Road. Now Steve's house was just as empty and depressing as it had been in the years between his wife's death and his meeting Marie. The arrival of Judy was a welcome change in the monotony of Steve's life, but he had no idea how much of a change was coming until after she arrived. ... Chapter One: Dumped. To say that Judy was not a very attractive girl would be putting it mildly and charitably, Steve thought as he watched the young woman come up the path to the porch of his house. A thin wisp of a girl, Judy couldn't be much more than five foot tall, and while it was tough to guess at her weight because of the drab and loose fitting clothing she wore, suffice it to say that she wasn't overweight by any stretch of the imagination. Her hair was reddish brown and cut very short, and she had freckles around her nose, which was a little Streisand-ish in size and appearance. Add the glasses perched on the bridge of that proboscis, along with the overbite that accentuated her lack of a substantial chin, and you had a total package that was not exactly supermodel material. Steve liked her a lot, although that might have been more of a reaction due to his dislike of her parents, a couple of self-centered yuppies who Steve had always been cordial to for Marie's sake. Judy was the youngest of their three children, and it seemed to Steve that they resented Judy's presence in their lives. It was almost as if she was an unplanned and unwanted addition that was in the way more often than not, and maybe that was why Steve was fond of her. This "dumping" of Judy at Steve's place was an example of the way they seemed to treat the teenager. After the funeral, Judy's parents had come over to take a look at what Marie had in the way of belongings. They had done so almost contemptuously, as if they were offended that Marie had left them so little in the way of valuables. After a preliminary perusal, the two of them threw up their hands and declared that they didn't have time to go through the boxes of stuff Marie had accumulated over the years, much of which she had never even gotten to unpack when she had moved in. She was a collector of stuff, that was for sure, but since none of it was worth much financially, they determined that they would send up one of their children in a few months to go through the stuff to see if any of it was worth keeping. Steve figured that the phrase "one of their kids" meant that it would be Judy, and he wasn't surprised when his prediction came true. Judy trudged along behind them as they headed up the steps, probably less than thrilled at the prospect of spending a few days in the sticks with an old man she hardly knew. "Remember what we said," her mother cautioned Judy before they left to head back home. "We can only fit so much in the car, so whatever you take, make sure it's something worthwhile. The rest of the stuff... I guess you can just dump, right Steve?" "I'll take care of it," Steve said, nodding at the woman, who had already turned her back on the two of them and was halfway back to the car, eager to get back home to their pool and golf clubs. "Sorry," Judy said, frowning as she watched her parents depart. "Sorry about what, honey?" Steve asked. "You getting stuck with me like this," Judy shrugged. "I'm not stuck, honey," Steve assured her. "It's not fair that you get to have to do this thankless task all by yourself. I thought maybe they would want to help, seeing as how they know more about the family things than you might." "They aren't much interested in Grandma's part of the family," Judy said with a grimace. "No money or status here." "Sorry," Judy said quickly. "I didn't mean anything bad by that. It's just that they seem to be more interested in the other side of the family." "No offense taken," Steve assured her. "Your Grandma didn't have very much left after paying off the medical bills from your grandfather's last hospital stay. Neither of us had very much financially, but we had each other, for a little while at least." "That's more than a lot of people have," Judy said morbidly as she watched her parents' car fly down the road at top speed, and Steve smiled at that, for some reason enjoying the fact that he at least had met his match in cryptic comments. ... Chapter Two: Watching Judy. For the rest of that first day, Steve helped Judy organize the dozens of boxes that Marie had stored in their basement, so that Judy could begin tackling them one at a time. Steve was happy that he had managed to keep the basement neat over the years, so that it was a fairy comfortable atmosphere for Judy to navigate around in. The basement area Marie had stored her things had been where Steve had his workbench and tools, from back in the day when he used to tinker around with various projects, but the other end was a cozy little spot where they could escape the heat of the summer. It was so cool down here no matter what the temperature was outside, that he had brought down a convertible sofa as well as an old TV, and many was the hot August evening that he and Marie had come down there to spend the evening. "I know it's not much," Steve said apologetically, "but you can bring the boxes over here and sit on the couch while you go through the stuff. The stuff you don't want, you can just leave in the boxes and I'll bring them up through the storm doors." "Okay," Judy said. "I can bring them up the steps if you want." "Maybe we'll do it as a team," Steve thought aloud, looking at the number of boxes involved and multiplying that by the six steps up and down. "Seems like just yesterday I brought all this stuff down here." "I know," Judy said, and to Steve's surprise she put her arm around him and gave me a little hug. "Too bad you guys didn't have more time together." While he was surprised at the comment and the emotion it was delivered with from the usually quiet and meek Judy, Steve nodded and enjoyed the affection. "If I knew what you were looking for, I could help," Steve suggested. "That's the problem," Judy said as she carried a box over to the coffee table. "I don't even know what's important. Most of the people in these pictures are... who knows who they are? Grandma didn't write names on the back of a lot of these photos." "I suppose your Mom and Dad would have had a better idea about that," Steve mentioned. "Well, as you could tell, there was no way they were going to spend their time doing that," Judy snapped. "If it was up to them they would have just stuck you with it all. I owe Grandma this much at least." Judy pulled her sweatshirt up over her head, and Steve averted his eyes when he saw the T-shirt underneath ride up a little, exposing a very pale and trim stomach, and he found himself looking at the young woman in a way that bothered him. "She could have been my granddaughter, or step-granddaughter, if there even is such a thing," Steve mumbled to himself as he walked back upstairs, wondering why that thought even went through his head. ... Chapter Three: Judy's research. Steve went back downstairs around dinner time and saw Judy still hard at work. She was so engrossed in her work that she didn't even hear him approach her from behind, and she jumped when he appeared at her side. "Sorry," Steve said as he saw Judy's startled reaction. "Should have made a little noise on my way down." "No, I guess I was just zoned out down here," Judy said, and gave a wave to the four boxes piled by the storm door. "Not getting very far. At this rate it's going to take forever." "How about a dinner break?" Steve suggested. "I was thinking that maybe we could cook some burgers out on the grill, or we could go into town. There's a diner there." "No, a burger sounds good," Judy said. "I'll go wash up and help you." Steve followed Judy up the stairs to the kitchen, his eyes shamelessly looking at her tiny butt as it bounced in front of his eyes. As Judy went down the hall to the bathroom, Steve shook his head as if to get the perverse thoughts out of his mind. "The girl is only 18, for crying out loud," Steve thought, but it came out in a whisper. Talking to yourself is probably a sure sign that you are losing it, Steve thought, and this time managed to remain silent while thinking. Besides, it's not like the girl was a raving beauty or anything. Was he that lonely? Could that be it? Had his present life and future prospects made him become reduced to preying on a skinny, homely innocent girl who probably had never even been out on a date in her life? What would it be like? To be with an 18 year old girl again? He hadn't been with an 18 year old girl since... hell, since he was 18. But what would a girl that young want with a 63 year old guy, even if she was no Paris Hilton? "Not that bad looking, for a guy my age," Steve muttered aloud as he looked at the faint reflection in the sliding glass door he had been staring out of, sucking his gut in and posing. "You talking to me, Mr. Harkin?" Judy said as she came around the corner, causing Steve to come out of his trance. "Uh no, just thinking out loud," he said, trying to act anything like the pervert he felt like. "And we already discussed the Mr. Harkin part. Makes me feel even older than I am." "Okay. Sorry, Steve," Judy said with a smile. "Aren't you only as old as you feel? Something like that." "So I've heard, but that's not to my advantage much of the time either," Steve said, trying to keep the sight of the bulge in his trousers out of Judy's view. What Judy was wearing wasn't helping any either, he mused, even though the plain white short sleeved blouse was far from revealing. It did give a better view of her body, and Steve noticed for the first time that she had a perky little pair of titties on her, even though they were hidden inside of a bra. Judy's arms caught his attention as well. The slender and pale limbs were dusted with a coating of long downy hairs from just above her wrists up to just below her bicep, where the shirt cut off his view. The reddish-brown fur looked so soft and inviting to Steve. Was it as soft and silky as it appeared to be? Get a grip, Steve. He found it best to keep telling himself that all the while they prepared dinner out on the deck. He even managed to brush into Judy's arm with his own, causing him to shudder a bit when the hairs on his arm brushed through hers. Judy seemed not to notice, which Steve was grateful for, and they enjoyed their burgers as the sun began to set over the hills behind the house. Judy had moved over toward Steve after they finished eating so she could enjoy the sunset along with him, sliding her chair over to his side as the sun began to disappear, the reddish glow of the sky creating a gorgeous view that she seemed to really enjoy watching. She was prettier when she smiled, Steve noted. He hadn't really noticed before, but maybe that was because she hadn't smiled when her folks were around. Maybe it was the beautiful sunset, or maybe it was the fact that she was becoming used to being around him as the day went on, but Judy had begun getting more comfortable. Maybe it was because they were both pretty much outcasts, Steve figured. Judy; a plain and introverted girl who seemed to be an afterthought to her parents, and himself, a lonely and broken old man who had managed to outlive two women he had loved with all of his heart. "I could look at this forever," Judy said, raising her arm and cupping her hand over her eyes so she could see the horizon better. ... Chapter Four: The View. "So could I," Steve said a minute later, when he managed to find his voice. Steve had glanced over to Judy after she spoke, getting ready to nod and agree, but when he did, his attention became totally diverted when his eyes went over to her. With her arm upraised, the baggy sleeve of Judy's blouse hung down, affording Steve a totally unfettered view of Judy's armpit. An armpit which was richly endowed with long reddish brown hair that hadn't seen a razor in a long, long time. The hair sprouted up the inside of her arm and down to almost where her bra came around her. Steve stared open-mouthed at the sight which brought back so many memories from the distant past. It was Randall's Island down around N.Y.C. back in 1968 and he was at an all-day concert with Yes and a bunch of other groups he couldn't remember. He would always remember the girl in the tie-dyed tank-top with the funny laugh, bra-less breasts and the furry armpits. Her name was Carol Anderson, and that wild-eyed and crazy girl would become Carol Harkin in a few years, and was with him for 31 years until her untimely death back in 2000. Steve suddenly realized that Judy had glanced over in his direction during the time he had been strolling alone down memory lane, and when Steve realized Judy must have seen where he was staring he felt his face redden as he turned his head away. Judy didn't say anything, however, and didn't lower her arm for another minute either. After his embarrassment eased, Steve looked back toward Judy again, who was almost inviting him to look some more. Maybe that was Judy's way of trying to discourage him from making any lecherous advances, but if that was her intent she was very mistaken, Steve mused. It was likely to just be an attempt to humor an old pervert, but that didn't stop him from enjoying the view a little more before Judy finally lowered her arm. "You've got a great spot out here for spectacular views, Steve," Judy mentioned. "Yes. Me and your grandmother - we used to come out here whenever it was nice enough," Steve told her. "It's really something to see," Judy said before rising to pick up the plates and clear the table. "It sure was," Steve agreed, helping Judy with the mess, trying not to let her see the damp spot in the front of his trousers as he did so. ... Chapter Five: Reflections. After they watched a little TV, Judy went to her bedroom for a second and then emerged, standing at the top of the stairs before telling Steve that she was going to go back downstairs and try to make some more progress in the mountain of her Grandma's stuff. "You don't want to be stuck with me all summer," Judy said, pausing for a few seconds before going down the stairs. Did she want me to go downstairs with her? Steve wasn't sure. Not a good idea though. Judy had taken off her jeans and was now wearing just a white nightshirt. The blouse was pretty long, but still exposed a lot of her legs, which were pale and skinny. And being stuck with Judy for a long time might not be a good idea for either of them, he surmised. It was certainly a tonic for him, as he was now in the possession of his third erection of the day, which was three more than he had achieved since Marie got sick. Steve turned off the TV and went to the bathroom before going to his bedroom and getting undressed. He paused before climbing into bed, and for whatever reason went over toward the dresser. His hand undid the snap in his boxer shorts and he let them fall to the floor. Peeling back the foreskin of his cock, Steve took his cock in his right fist and began slowly pumping his member while kneading his balls with his left hand, all the while thinking of Judy. Thinking about what he had seen. Now his reality became fantasy, and as his fist moved up and down his cock faster, he imagined that he was climbing into bed with Judy. Taking off her bra and reaching down under the the elastic of her panties. Did she have a lot of hair down there? Taking into account how exceptionally furry she was in other places, Steve suspected that was the case. Probably a big beautiful bush with the hair silky smooth, and when he pictured his fingers sliding through it he could almost smell the pungent aroma of her sex. Suddenly, Steve's eyes opened and he looked at his reflection in the mirror. He wasn't a teen-aged boy with an overactive imagination and an unlimited sex-drive. He was a frumpy old man with his cock in his hand and dirty thoughts in his mind. Standing there like that, a thought went through his mind. Not that he was all that spiritual or religious, but just suppose that Marie was up in heaven, looking down at him as he thought these perverted things about her granddaughter? What would she think of her man now? Thankfully, he was pretty sure that wasn't the case, and even if it was, he sure wouldn't be going in that direction to have to explain his actions. Steve bent down and pulled his boxer shorts back up, his erection fading in shame at what he was doing and over what he had been thinking, and climbed into bed where he belonged. ... Chapter Six: Nature calls. Steve dropped off for a little bit, but woke up soon afterward, and after staring at the ceiling for a bit, heard the call of nature and went down the hall to the bathroom. After relieving himself, Steve went past Judy's room. The door was open and when he peeked in, he saw the bed was empty, meaning Judy was still downstairs. Steve made a couple of false starts in the hallway, making short steps in both directions. First back to his bedroom and then towards the cellar, he danced back and forth like a puppet before deciding to check and see how Judy was doing. As quietly as he could, Steve made his way down the steps. The light was still on at the other end of the cellar, and Judy was apparently still hard at work. She was reading something, and Steve was about to turn around and go back upstairs when he saw what Judy was doing. She had a magazine in her left hand, and her right hand was... well, it was down between her legs. Fascinated by what he was seeing, Steve moved closer, and was stunned when he saw what she was looking at. It was a Playboy magazine. Steve had subscribed to it for a time but had never really cared much for it besides the interviews, and they had eventually ended up stuck in a corner. A corner that Judy had apparently found. Suddenly Judy noticed Steve approaching. She pulled her hand out from under her blouse but didn't make any attempt to hide what she was looking at. "Sorry," Steve said softly. "Caught me looking at your secret stash," Judy said, holding up the magazine that was open to a very revealing picture of Rachel Hunter. "Not all that secret," Steve said in embarrassment. "I really just got it for the interviews. "Ha!" Judy said. Steve moved around the couch and sat next to Judy, who had pulled the blouse down to cover her lap but not much else, and Steve had to make a conscious effort not to look down. "No, really," Steve said. "Guess I'm not much for the women of today. I'm stuck back in prehistoric times, when women weren't so artifically enhanced." Steve breathed in deeply, smelling the faint scent he was looking for, and the aroma made him bolder. Besides, the sight of Judy looking at other girls was very erotic for some reason. Her Grandmother's Belongings "I notice that's not an article you're reading there," Steve said. "Are you... I mean, there's nothing wrong with it, but I was just wondering." "Am I a lesbian?" Judy said as she peeked over the top of her glasses at him, and when Steve nodded, continued. "No, but let's just say that, when you look like me, you can't afford to eliminate half the population." "Judy, I happen to think that you're a very cute girl," Steve said, and surprised himself when he reached over and put his hand on Judy's forearm, his heart racing when he found the fine downy hair just as soft as he had imagined it to be. "Right," Judy said sarcastically, rolling her eyes but not moving Steve's hand off of her arm. "Really," Steve assured her. "I'm too old and ornery to argue the point, but I'm telling you that I find you a lot more attractive than any of those women in there." "I know that I do have a certain kind of appeal to some guys," Judy acknowledged, flipping the pages until she came across some silicone blonde who should have had 'bimbo' tattooed to her forehead. "And girls. I've found that out." "You enjoy that?" Steve asked, pretending to look at what Judy was looking at while slowly moving his hand up and down Judy's forearm. "Being with girls, I mean. As much as with guys?" "Sure," Judy said. "It's nice to be with anybody that wants to be with you. Right?" "I suppose," Steve agreed, the deliberate stroking of Judy's arm making him glad his cock was pinned out of view. Steve's eyes glanced up, and he saw that the top 2 buttons of Judy's nightshirt were undone. She wasn't wearing at bra now, and Steve could see the profile of her breast through the opening. Her breasts were indeed small but stood straight out, with her nipple poking out sharply at the blouse front. Steve suddenly realized that his rubbing of Judy's arm had become not only faster, but noticed by Judy, who watched as the hairs billowed in the wake of Steve's passing fingers, the skin turning to goose bumps. "No," Judy said quickly when Steve pulled his hand back. "Don't stop. I like that. Feels nice." "Same here," Steve agreed as he resumed his tender stroking of Judy's arm. "What do you think of her?" Judy asked Steve, tilting the magazine to show him the Playmate of the month. "Take the salt bags out of her chest and she would look a lot better," Steve opined. "What about down below?" Judy asked. "What do you think of her pussy?" Steve recoiled a bit at hearing the word come out of Judy's mouth, but recovered in time to shake his head, sadly lamenting, "She looks prepubescent. Not appealing to me in the least, not that she would care what some old coot like me thought one way or the other." "Thought so," Judy said. "Thought what?" "Thought you might have a thing for hair," Judy suggested. "Am I right?" "Oh. This you mean?" Steve asked, nodding down toward Steve's hand still busy. "That, and out on the deck," Judy said shyly, biting her lower lip before speaking even softer. "Caught you peeking, didn't I?" Steve nodded, feeling his face burn as Judy smiled. "Come closer," Judy whispered, and when he leaned over to her, he felt her breath in his ear as she spoke. "Did you like what you saw?" "Yes," Steve said, his voice shuddering as he helplessly made a three letter word stretch out much longer, and he jumped when he felt Judy's teeth scrape his ear lobe. "Reach inside my blouse," Judy hissed, and when he glanced down he saw that she had undone another button of the shirt. "Not exactly Playboy material, am I?" When Steve hesitated, Judy grabbed his hand and slipped it in between the folds of the garment, and when his fingers surrounded the little cone, both of them inhaled loudly. "It's beautiful," Steve moaned as his hand roughly groped the tiny bud, her nipple coming alive as it got massaged by his large weathered paw. "I think I know what else you want," Judy said breathlessly as she struggled to shrug off her blouse. "I want it too." With considerable effort, Judy got herself untangled from the garment and sat there naked, her proud and perky titties sticking out proudly from the skinny frame they were attached to. Leaning into the back of the couch, Judy raised her arm high in the air and put her hand behind her head. "Go ahead," Judy said, pulling Steve's face toward her exposed armpit. Steve let himself be pulled toward the furry recess and the wild spray of auburn hair that fanned out with the raising of her slender arm, and as his cheeks got caressed by the moist and silky fur, her natural aroma filled his nostrils. The scent of her raging pheromones, not masked or enhanced by any artificial means, sent chills down Steve's spine as his tongue slid through the musky forest. He heard Judy let out a groan that sounded only half-human, and this emboldened Steve even more. He licked the thicket like the animal he felt like; lapping and chewing at her sensitive underarm like a starving beast, and the more wild he got, the more Judy writhed and squealed with delight. Gone was the shy and meek nerdy girl that he knew before. That other Judy was replaced by this passionate and crazed woman who not only knew what Steve wanted, but apparently was more than happy to provide it. Steve's hand was still kneading Judy's titty, but he felt Judy's own hand pulling it down between her legs. As his hand went down, Steve's eyes followed, and saw the abundant forest of hair that grew in a wild and untrimmed triangle. Judy was as hairy down there as he had expected, and perhaps even more so, but despite the denseness of her pubic hair there was no problem in finding her opening because Judy was dripping wet. "That's it, Steve," Judy said as she clamped her legs together around his hand. "Nice and slow." Steve felt Judy's hand on his lap, and when he leaned back she deftly pulled down the zipper and reached her tiny hand inside the opening. "Ooh," Judy cooed. "Grandma was right. You are a lot of man." "Girl talk," Judy said when she saw the look of surprise on his face. "Grandma and I were really close. Kind of kindred spirits in a way. We shared a lot of secrets. She said she hoped I would find a man like you some day." "The way I figure," Judy concluded. "Why look for an imitation when you can have the real thing." ... Chapter Seven: Slowly. "I... guess I really don't know what to say," Steve said, the combination of Judy's words and deeds over the last few minutes having thrown him for a loop. Now, with Steve's fingers working intensely inside of Judy's pussy, he felt her extricate his cock from his pajamas. Her hand worked the foreskin expertly, and the sensation of the hood sliding up and down the glans was having the expected effect on his member. "Then don't say anything, Steve," Judy said. "Just stand up and let me take your pajamas off of you." Not really believing what he was hearing, it took a minute for Steve to stand up, but as he did Judy eased off of the couch and down to her knees on the floor, her face brushing his cock which was sticking out of the fly opening. A flick of Judy's wrist opened the snap and sent the pajamas right to the floor, and then Judy's hands were grabbing his cock by the root, pulling and squeezing it while bringing it to her mouth. As soon as Judy's lips began to work up and down his cock, he thought back to when he pictured this girl as being a wallflower, and that made Steve shake his head at his naivete. No way in the world could Judy have developed the skills she was showing sitting in the corner. This girl had taken a few cocks in her mouth before, that much was obvious as Steve watched Judy's mouth slide right down to the root of his member, taking him deeper than anyone had ever managed before. He brushed her hair back and away from her cheek to get a better view of what she was doing, and as he did Judy looked up at him through her glasses, a perfect picture of schoolgirl innocence combined with a wicked lustiness that got his heart racing even faster. "I love your cock," Judy said as her mouth came off of it briefly, staring at his swollen manhood while her hands slid up and down the length of it. "You're so hard for a big man too." "I'm going to..." Steve grunted after Judy's mouth went back to work on him, and he took her head in his hands and tried to pull her away before he came in her mouth. "It's okay," Judy said, but Steve shook his head and helped Judy up onto the couch again, maneuvering her so her butt was on the edge of the cushion, and he knelt between her spread thighs and surveyed the woman before him. With her legs parted, Steve could see that the jungle between her legs was more dense and widespread than he had first noticed, and just before he lowered his face Steve took it all in; from the faint treasure trail that led from just below her bully button to the timberline of her bush, then forming a wildly overgrown triangle that spilled over onto the insides of her thighs, and down to the area below her pussy, where the hair continued to flourish right down to her anus. The aroma hit Steve as he lowered his face into her steamy jungle. A musky and feral aroma that was both like and unlike any other woman he had ever experienced, and as his tongue worked into the fur, he found the way easy despite all the hair, because Judy was wet. Very wet. As Steve slid his tongue into her dewy grotto, Judy began moaning and writhing around. From underneath her, Steve reached under her thighs and put his hands on the top of Judy's hips, holding her down somewhat as he toyed with her clit, which felt surprisingly large against his tongue. Holding Judy down was not easy, and soon became almost impossible as Judy became more and more inflamed. For such a tiny girl, she was writhing around so wildly that while he managed to keep his face between her legs, the rest of her body was flying around like a demented marionette. Steve couldn't hold her down, but didn't want to either, and just kept watching her while licking and sucking on her pussy, enjoying the perfect view through her bush. She was pulling on her titties roughly, squeezing and yanking the poor little cones savagely while bridging her upper body up off of the cushion with the back of her head. Even with her thighs clamped around his ears, Steve could hear Judy screaming and crying out, and was so happy that he lived out in the boondocks, where only he could hear and enjoy her unbridled emotions. She sounded like that girl in that Exorcist movie, and as she twisted and contorted she almost looked the part as well. And just when Steve thought that Judy must have had an orgasm and was coming back down, she proved him wrong. Now she was really coming, and as she wiggled and squirmed up toward the back of the couch, Steve hung on for dear life, burying his face in her pussy to try and pin her against the back of the sofa for fear Judy was going to keep going right over the back. Then a scream that sent chills down Steve's spine came out of the depths of her, and as he grabbed Steve's hair, he felt his face get splashed as Judy erupted all over him. Gasping from shock as much as anything else, he let the warmth wash all over him as Judy's body convulsed a number of times before she eased back down onto the very messy sofa. ... Chapter Eight: Last time? For a moment it seemed that Judy had been knocked out from the force of her orgasm, and as Steve knelt between the slender thighs and stared at the hairy delta, he tried to remember the last time he had made love and was surprised when he couldn't. Who thinks about those things, he wondered as he swiped the soggy opening with the crown of his manhood, at least while you're doing it? This was different. This was probably the last time he would be inside a woman, and this was going to be something he would try like hell to remember. A pleasant memory to reflect upon during the cold and lonely nights that were going to follow for the rest of his days. Judy's pussy was tight, but not as snug as he had feared, and as his head of his member popped inside of her Judy smiled as she lay in a very uncomfortable looking position wedged up against the back of the sofa. "Nice," Judy whispered as she came to life, moving her hips along with Steve as he slowly impaled her. The sight of his cock sliding into the bush until even the stump was out of view, and then slowly retracting as a glistening spear before disappearing again was hypnotizing to him, and even Judy craned her neck to watch. "Very nice," Steve agreed, and smiled at the suddenly re-energized teenager. "Thought you were passed out for a second." "And you mean that this is how you would treat a poor defenseless girl when they pass out on your couch?" Judy giggled. "No, I'm more than fine, as you can see. So are you." "Never better." "So I see, and feel," Judy observed. "I've got a few more orgasms in me too. Grandma used to tell me how you were a long-lasting man, so you take your time, and let me know when you need a break so I can ride you for a while." Steve nodded and began thrusting into Judy with long and deep strokes, the tip of his cock barely grazing the depths of her cavity a couple of times, suggesting they were a perfect fit. Even though Steve's back and knees were aching, he kept going until Judy came again. Steve stared straight ahead over the back of the couch as Judy came, unable to look at Judy while she pulled on her titties as she bucked around in front of him, but even the sounds of her sent him perilously close to the brink before he maintained control. "Climb up here partner," Judy said as she squirmed out from under Steve and had him sit on the couch. Steve gratefully obliged, and as he sat Judy immediately hopped on his lap, guiding his still fully engorged member inside of her. Judy exhaled and rolled her legs as his cock probed in at a different angle. Steve pulled Judy toward him, and sucked on her conical titty, almost able to get the entire breast in his mouth as he went from side to side. Judy seemed to like this, leaning closer to him while rocking slowly on his dick. With her hands bracing herslf on the back of the couch, Steve was afforded yet around exquisite view of the deep hollows of Judy's armpits, and noticed that the thick tufts of hair were now becoming pasted to her skin as she got more and more sweaty. A few trickles of sweat slid down from her underarms and wiggled their way down her sides, and Steve found himself sliding his tongue over to capture them, the sweet and salty taste somehow appealing to all of his senses. Judy giggled when she felt what Steve had done, and leaned back and put her hands behind her head to tease him. "Grandma was right. You are a kinky devil," Judy said as she ground into Steve's manhood. "Think," Steve gasped in between chuckles while trying not to stare. "Think you can make me cum by posing like that?" "No," Judy grunted. "Think I'm gonna cum - from you looking at me like that." Judy's body begann to convulse a bit, and then seemed to relax before she shook violently and cried out. After that, Judy's riding style got a little ragged, and Steve had her get off of him. Standing up made every bone in Steve's body protest, but it felt good to move, and he led Judy around to the back of the couch. "Damn," Judy said as she looked at his still fully engorged weapon as it swayed in front of him as he walked. "How can a 63 year old guy have more energy than three 21 year olds? I know the math works, but gee!" "Probably the last time I ever do this, so I want to make it last as long as I can," Steve said, moving Judy around so she was leaning forward over the back of the sofa. "Remember, I am going to be here for a few more days," Judy said as she turned her head around. Steve was going to suggest that at this rate he might not be, but decided against it and concentrated on the skinny, petite girl now presenting herself to him. Such bony shoulders and a frail loooking back, Steve observed as he parted her pert butt cheeks and ran his hand down from the hair-fringed anus to the dripping delta below while crouching lower to bring his cock to the gateway of her pussy once more. Judy was like a doll in his hands, and as he held onto her hips it was like he was moving her on his cock as much as he was thrusting into her. Their bodies began slapping together harder and louder as Steve grew more and more urgent while his orgasm neared. Judy was whimpering with every thrust now, and Steve crouched over the tiny teenager like a praying mantis devouring a victim, grunting like an animal while moving his hands around Judy and grabbing her little cones tightly. Steve cried out as he came, and could that really be him screaming like that as he did, spewing out profanities and feral noises while his cock spurted deep into Judy's pussy? Steve grabbed the back of the couch as he thought for a minute he was going to keel over, and it was then that he realized Judy was mumbling something as she hung precariously over the back of the couch with her feet in the air. "Oh shit oh shit oh shit," Judy was babbling, and when his dead dick finally slid out of her, she let out a disappointed moan before hopping down and spinning into Steve's arms, smothering him with kisses and hugs. "Awesome!" Judy exclaimed and shivered when she looked down and saw Steve's seed oozing out of her pussy and down the insides of her thighs. "That could be interesting in a few months, if you're not firing blanks that is." "What?" Steve asked, but was too drained to try and figure out what Judy meant, and instead followed her around to the front of the couch where they collapsed onto the cushions. ... Chapter Nine: Reflections. Resting against each other on the couch, Steve's hand gently stroked the shoulder of the girl leaning against him, enjoying the feel of her smooth skin despite wishing that the bony limb had a little more flesh on it. From the crux of her lowered arm, Steve saw a few hairs peeking out from the fold, and began idly letting them slide between his fingers. "What?" Judy asked, looking back over her head at the man she was leaning back against. "Oh, was I talking?" Steve said, suddenly realizing that he had not been thinking to himself. "Boy, am I losing it. What I didn't realize I had said aloud was that I thought you were born too late. You would have been made for the 60's and 70's." "Grandma used to tell me that too," Judy said, reaching her arm up and putting her hand behind Steve's head, and Steve smiled as he saw the jungle of soggy hair matted against her skin. "She told me about the first time you two made love," Judy continued. "She wasn't planning on it, and all of a sudden she's got her clothes off and she's naked and embarrassed." "She was?" Steve said. "Don't know why. She had a great body on her for her age. Hell, for any age." "I know," Judy said with a laugh. "It wasn't that. It was that she realized that she hadn't touched a razor since Grandpa dies, and she told me she kept trying not to let you see she had hairy armpits!" "And I was trying like hell to see them," Steve chuckled. "You won that battle, according to her," Judy replied, smiling as Steve raked his fingernails under her arm. "I do have my peculiarities," Steve noted. "You aren't so strange, believe me," Judy said. "Guys that dig hairy women don't even move the needle on the weirdo-meter these days." Steve chuckled, shaking his head at how wrong he was about the girl, and figuring out that there must have been something he had noticed beneath the quiet exterior she had always shown before, that had made him like her even before they ended up like this. Her Grandmother's Belongings "Grandma said that when you and her first started going at it, she was thinking - boy I hope this guy doesn't have a stroke and die on me!" Judy recalled. "Then after about half hour she's ready to pass out and you're still going at it." "Boy, you and your grandmother sure did talk about a lot of stuff," Steve said, a little color coming to his cheeks. "Does that bother you?" Judy asked. "Me talking like this? Me telling you about things we talked about? She didn't have anybody else to tell things too, and in this family neither did I." "Talking about Marie like this?" Steve thought aloud. "It doesn't bother me. Actually, I kinda enjoy it. Keeps her alive in my mind, and in a different way too." "It wasn't like she put all of that in The Pennysaver or anything," Judy giggled. "I guess I was her only confidant and she just wanted to tell somebody about how happy she was and how happy you made her." Steve felt himself begin to tear up, and when Judy looked back at him with dewy eyes, he lost it complely, sobbing as Judy held him tight to her. "Sorry," Steve sniffed after he finally regained control of his emotions. "Sorry and thanks, I guess. I needed that." "Me too. Wanted you to know all of that, even though you probably suspected as much already," Judy said, smiling as she played with the foreskin on Steve's utterly deflated member, sliding it back and forth over the head. "Too bad there aren't more guys like this. It's neat." "Well, if you're trying to revive him, he's dead." "Like I said, I'll be here for a few days more," Judy said as she wiggled his dick around idly. "Maybe I can get the parental units to let me stay another week. There is a whole lot of stuff here." "Sure you want to stick around these boondocks?" Steve asked. "Not that I mind or anything. Hell, spend the summer." "That's a thought," Judy said. "There's those beautiful sunsets out back too. Now how about if we go upstairs and take a shower together? Maybe I can bring this boy back to life." "The shower part sounds good," Steve said, and he was pleased when Judy had as much trouble getting up out of the couch as he did. He followed Judy up the stairs, squeezing her tiny butt cheek as it wiggled in front of him along the way. Judy stopped and turned around at that, putting her arms around Steve as they stood on the steps, at eye level for once with him two steps below her. "You know, when you put me over the back of the couch, I thought you had something else in mind," Judy said coyly, nibbling on his ear before whispering in a naughty tone. "I thought you were going to try and stick your cock in my ass." "Uh - er - no, I uh," Steve stammered as he was shocked at Judy's directness. "I wouldn't, you know. I mean, not just, you know." "Just like I thought," Judy said as she led Steve up to the bathroom, and as she adjusted the temperature of the water she saw Steve looking at the furry crevice she exposed as she bent over, she smiled. "Well mister," Judy said in a scolding voice. "If you ever get the crazy idea that you want to stick that big thing in my furry little hole, you better think about it." "Think about grabbing that Cornhuskers lotion off of the kitchen sink first," Judy continued after Steve hemmed and hawed. "I've got lube in my suitcase too, if you'd rather. Pina Colada flavor." "Well?" Judy said as she climbed into the shower and held the curtain open for Steve, who stood shaking his head at the brash teenager for leaving him at a loss for words once again. "Pina Colada?" Steve asked with a raised eyebrow while following her into the shower, and Judy nodded, pulling the curtain closed while the warm spray enveloped the two of them. ... thanks for reading