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Snake In The Grass
by Anon (finnarnese@hotmail.com)
Quick edit by QCX2010

***
Marianne and Christopher. Good looking, successful 
students. Introverts. Lead a quiet life. Perfect for 
each other. But there's a snake in paradise. What would 
you do if your grandpa is after your girl? (MF, inc, 
voy, size, cuck, huml)

***

It had been a long day. But when I opened the door to 
our apartment and saw Marianne, lying on the floor 
reading, much of my frustration was wiped away. She was 
the most amazing creature I had ever known. We had been 
together for a year now. I loved her more than ever. We 
were both 23 and since three months we had been sharing 
an apartment in a student housing area. It was small but 
quite nice. 

Marianne was attending women's studies courses, I was 
busy with my law studies. She was introverted, and 
didn't socialize much. That was fine with me. I wouldn't 
come out and say it to her, but I liked the semi-
domestic pattern that we, already as students, had 
settled into. The two of us, our families, a few good 
friends. Perfect for me.

Marianne lay on her side, head propped on her hand. When 
she saw me there was a smile on her beautiful face that 
dimpled her cheeks and lit up her cool gray eyes. Even 
from across the room, I could make out the big cylinders 
of my girlfriends breasts, encased in a tank top and 
squashed against the rug by her other arm. Marianne's 
long legs were folded, her full thighs pressed together 
and her ankles entwined.

"Hi darling. I met Fredrik outside. He says he's got a 
crazy story for us."

As I shut the door, Marianne finished a page, then shut 
her book and rose to her feet. 

"Hi Christopher, hi Fredrik, nice to see you."

She came to greet us and gave me a kiss on the mouth. 
She always did. She gave Fredrik a light, shy hug. I 
knew Fredrik wasn't her favorite among my friends. She 
found him somewhat immature. "A wannabe macho man," she 
once said. "But really, he is just a good little boy."

Fredrik had been secretive, he had indicated it was 
something about my grandpa but he would say no more 
until we got inside. I had known Fredrik all my life. He 
could remember grandpa from he was seven. My grandpa had 
always fascinated him. Maybe because monster tales have 
always fascinated Fredrik.

As always, Fredrik put his heart into the story. He eyes 
were sparkling and in his funny, familiar way his arms 
were waving like a conductor's when he attacked the 
details. And I admit, it was some story.

It took place outside a downtown shopping centre. 
Outside the entrance a couple a little younger than us 
were holding each other, necking. Fredrik noticed that 
the girl, who was very beautiful, made eye contact with 
someone coming towards them. She gave this someone a shy 
smile but seemed uncomfortable. Suddenly my runt of a 
grandpa came into view. Fredrik hadn't seen him for 
years but recognized him instantly. The young guy 
suddenly got brusque. 

"What are you goggling at you ugly old sod?" 

He was still having his arms around his hot girlfriend. 

"What was that, boy?" 

"You heard me." The boy was mumbling now. Fredrik raised 
his voice and tried to growl like grandpa: "WHAT WAS 
THAT, BOY???"

Then grandpa slowly walked up to the young guy. He 
grabbed him and Fredrik explained in sordid detail how 
my little grandpa made mince meat out of this tall young 
punk. He really hurt him. In no time the young man was 
knocked to the ground, grandpa had his arms twisted 
behind his back, stepped on his head and mashed his face 
into the ground, forcing him to apologize.

After he finished with the boy grandpa slowly walked 
over to the girl. Her boyfriend was still on the ground, 
his face was bleeding and he cried. His right arm looked 
out of joint. 

"It was totally CRAZY, said Fredrik. The old guy walked 
towards the girl and everyone there could see the fight 
has given him a boner he could have beaten up a guy 
with. It looked like had a fuckin' baton under his 
pants. It was... like in the jungle, you know... the 
king if the jungle comes, fights, wins and picks his 
mate. That little old guy is not for real."

Grandpa stopped right before the girl, pressed into her, 
held her close, smooched her cheek, smelled her hair, 
whispered something into her ear and let her feel his 
meat for a few seconds. The girl did nothing to stop 
him. She was all flushed and just stared into the 
ground. Then he turned on his heels and abruptly walked 
away. The girl gave his back a long lingering look 
before she attended to her wounded boyfriend.

As usual Fredrik was trying to impress Marianne with his 
story-telling. I knew he was infatuated with her. He was 
looking at her almost all the time as he rambled on. "I 
am sure Christopher's granddad knew that girl. What a 
freak! That girl was SO ready for him!" 

I tried to observe Marianne's reaction to Fredrik's 
disgusting story. She had her face turned away from me 
most of the time. Her thick lovely dark blonde hair fell 
at an angle that shielded her face from view. She played 
with it. She seemed to try to keep her reaction to 
herself. She was flushed, though. I think she smiled.


2.

Marianne had never met my grandpa. He was my dad's dad. 
Since grandma died a few years back my family hadn't 
seen him much. Grandpa didn't like my family, and we 
didn't like him. When I was a boy I found him 
intimidating, maybe I still do. In my family we agree 
that grandpa is full of shit. The last time we saw him 
was some year ago. In the presence of my mother he 
called my dad and I "two fuckin' limp-dicks." No contact 
since that afternoon.

Grandpa used to be an aggressive king of the stock 
market, so he was able to take an early retirement. He 
is 68 now, and stinking rich. He lives in a luxury flat 
in a downtown apartment building. 

Grandpa is also ridiculously small, not much more than 
1.60, nearly 30 cm shorter than my dad and I. And he is 
really ugly. He has got this big, flat potato shaped 
nose, brutal-looking, like an ex-boxer. This doesn't 
prevent him from being a self-important jerk. 

Grandma was his opposite in every respect. Tall, 
elegant, beautiful, good-natured, she loved us like 
grandparents should. Why did she marry this mean little 
runt?

Grandpa's idea of fun seems to be to build even bigger 
muscles. The upper part of his body is BIG, but 
unappetizingly hairy. Yuck, thank God dad and I had none 
of that.

And all the gossip around him! When I grew up he and 
grandma lived nearby. People loved to talk about this 
old guy who always cheated on his wife. Beautiful women 
were coming to his house, some very young, and they 
seemed to get younger by the years. Rumors had it that 
he had fathered at least a dozen illegitimate children. 
My dad was pretty sure grandpa was still paying child 
maintenance for at least two. 

And of course there were rumors about what this short 
old man had, that these willing women liked. We all 
agreed that the rumors were disgusting, laughable, 
wildly unlikely, and very embarrassing for our family.

At one time my mom wanted to discuss these nasty rumors 
with my dad and me. The situation was unacceptable, she 
said. If the rumors were true, he was bringing shame to 
the entire family. If they were false, he was a victim 
of vicious slander. Anyway, "you two men should have a 
talk with him."

I remember dad and I both flinched, dad looked at least 
as nervous me. How do you "have a talk" with someone 
like grandpa?

Grandpa had three more sons. They were all totally 
different from dad and me, masculine, successful, 
dominant, show-offs - and womanizers. We didn't get on 
with any of them.

Marianne had met all of dad's brothers a few times. 
Surprisingly, my shy Marianne seemed to find them OK. 
Surprising, because nothing annoyed Marianne more than 
men who showed off. She was a declared feminist and 
couldn't stand male chauvinists. Lucky for us, my uncles 
seemed to like Marianne too. Our family could use some 
goodwill there, we knew they found us geekish.


3.

Fredrik had left, we were off to bed. Fredrik's story 
had made me nervous. When I made it to the bedroom 
Marianne was only wearing panties. Her breasts swayed 
free, big and white, and long- that was what was so 
extraordinary about them - that they were full, and 
long, and still so firm. It was cold in the apartment, 
and her brown nipples were erect and pointed at me, 
accusingly I thought.

Unlike me Marianne had a strong sex drive but she always 
seemed to be embarrassed about her lust. Now she worked 
her panties off her full, round buns. She kicked them 
off, then swung her legs under the covers, which took 
long enough to give me a view of her lovely full bush, 
and her vaginal lips that flashed unusually moist and 
pink between her white thighs. When Marianne undressed 
completely I knew she needed sex. I felt more aroused 
than I could remember and for once I felt that I would 
be up to it. She must have noticed that my penis was 
harder and hotter than usual and began fondling it. Her 
nipples were really peaked when I touched them. 

I put my hand down between her legs and found her hairy 
hole. She was very wet and ready, this added to my 
excitement, usually I had to rub her up before she 
became moist enough for me to insert even a finger. She 
caressed my rather unathletic frame while I kissed and 
licked her strong, voluptuous body. I always wanted to 
comment on her lovely body but I seldom did. Marianne 
had too often criticized the objectification of women's 
bodies in our society.

"You're already warm and slick. How come so soon?"

"Because I'm anxious, too, Christopher, it's been so 
long."

I swung atop her, between her welcoming legs, and, 
taking my much less than average sized peter in hand, 
began wedging the head into her hot slot. 

"Am I hurting you?"

"Not a bit."

Her slippery snatch gobbled me whole in one hungry gulp. 
I was into her right up to my balls, and never had 
penetration been so easy.

"I'm not... hurting you, am I, honey, I don't want to 
hurt you."

"You're not hurting me."

She was throwing it up to me like never before. This 
excited me tremendously. I shifted gears and started 
fucking her harder and faster than I ever had.

"Oooh Christopher... Oh, yes, darling, yesss! You're a 
regular tiger tonight! I like that! A lot!"

For about a half minute, I pounded her lovely butt down 
into the mattress. I could actually hear the bedsprings 
squeaking beneath us for the first time.

Then our act of lovemaking fast was arriving at the 
finish. After a few more vicious thrusts into the 
slippery hot entrance to Marianne's writhing, bucking 
body, I heaved a gasping groan and hunched into her to 
the very hilt.

"I'm not ready... Oh, Christopher, MORE! JUST A LITTLE 
MORE. PLEEAASE!"

She was gyrating her rump, bearing down on my prick and 
hunching me desperately, even as she felt the sticky-hot 
spurts of my emission jetting forth from the head of my 
twitching organ.

As usual I started to apologize, but tonight she didn't 
comfort me. We took turns in the bathroom. Back in bed, 
she turned her face away from mine and we drifted off to 
sleep, bodies not touching.


4.

The following Friday I arrived at the gym to play squash 
with Fredrik. We had tried to keep in reasonable shape 
this last year, and squash is really great exercise. 
Walking through the door, my mobile beeped. Fredrik that 
jerk, had forgotten our appointment for the third time 
this year, he wasn't even in town. 

Marianne was sitting on a bench, looking bored. She had 
finished her workout. We needed to exchange some keys, 
so she had been waiting for me. When she saw me she 
stood up and walked over. Behind us I heard a deep voice 
addressing me. I recognized it and I almost panicked. It 
was my grandpas voice.

"Now, THIS is the encounter of the year!"

Grandpa came straight from some stock holder meeting and 
wore a business suit. Marianne had her parka under her 
arm, and was wearing a pale blue sweater over her 
favorite pair of old jeans. 

"This is your girl?"

Grandpa hugged us both affectionately. He looked 
energetic like a 20 year old. His eyes were very busy, 
with three noticeable stops - Marianne's face (seemed to 
approve), her chest (seemed to approve), and her womanly 
hips (seemed to approve). 

Grandpas grin was wide. 

"I say Christopher, your luck in women surpasses my 
wildest expectations. You are one fortunate young man. I 
noticed Marianne flush, to my surprise she made a curtsy 
and said why, thank you."

"I'm so glad to finally meet you," she said. "I have 
heard so much about you."

"I was afraid you might have, please forget 95%."

Marianne gave him a shy but obliging smile. "There's 
really no need."

"Depends, some would prefer amnesia when my name pops 
up." Grandpa sent me a mischievous smile. "Anyway, I 
have heard nothing but flatteries about you, seems my 
sons have told the truth for once."

Marianne looked flustered, she nervously lifted her hair 
up, "Well, I think your sons are very nice as well."

I told grandpa Marianne and I needed to plan the rest of 
our day. We found a sofa to sit in and grandpa joined 
us, Marianne in the middle.

Grandpa steered the conversation, making some hilarious 
comments, a few of them too bold for my taste. 
Surprisingly, Marianne did not seem to mind his 
boldness, a couple of times she laughed herself silly. 
After a few minutes I observed her crossing her legs 
inwards towards grandpa and start fussing with her hair. 
She was looking very much at ease now, guard totally 
down. Marianne was usually not open with strangers, it 
caught me by big surprise that she obviously enjoyed 
chatting with this old jerk. 

They didn't really include me in the conversation and 
suddenly I got this crazy feeling that grandpa was 
glancing too much at Marianne's generous breasts. And 
that she was playing with her hair too much, shooting 
that grin at him too much and maybe - I felt paranoia 
taking hold - even from time to time peeking at that 
very visible bulge in grandpas crotch.

Grandpa leaned towards me, arm around her shoulder.

"Pity about that boy not turning up. I've tried squash a 
few times. Fun game. I'll skip the lifting for today and 
join you for a match. They let out equipment here."

He turned over to Marianne again.

"And you should stay to watch. I play better with an 
audience, and I need to get back at this nice young man 
for calling me dirty old man some year ago." 

He winked at Marianne and slapped my back.

She readily agreed to stay and watch us play. Grandpa 
got his equipment and we turned for the locker room and 
changed quickly. Grandpa, I noticed, was even more 
muscular than I thought, you could tell now that he was 
out of his suit. The sight of his torso drained me of 
what I had left of composure. His massive pecs were 
covered by a dense mat of salt and pepper hairs. They 
flexed, as did his biceps, when he got into shorts and 
t-shirt. And I could tell that he - in spite of his 
diminutive height - was BIG between the legs. 

His shorts left little to the imagination, you could see 
everything from the outline of his balls and the head of 
his penis, to the length of his shaft that swung as he 
moved. In the back of my head I was glad that Marianne 
was sitting behind us. 

Grandpa played as much to her as to me. I was no match 
for him. After hard fought points, of which he won 
almost all, he would turn around and wave through the 
glass wall or exaggeratedly mop his brow. A few times 
Marianne smiled widely and waved back to him. Three 
games, 11-4-11-2,11-0, were enough for me. When he 
turned for the door I discovered that my humiliating 
defeat had given my creepy old grandpa a hard-on. 

Before I knew it grandpa was out there talking to 
Marianne. He was standing close to her and they made 
some small talk I couldn't hear. When I came to, grandpa 
added, in a loud voice, so sure, if you ever want to 
learn squash, I'll have time to teach you. 

He walked down and joined me by the door to the locker-
room hitting me on the shoulder and joking, I'll even 
throw in lessons for your young man. But seriously, this 
is what's great about being an old man. I have time to 
spare. 

I could see that Marianne, as she headed for the lobby, 
was blushing, but smiling. She threw a tentative glance 
back at us, enigmatic look in her eye.

In the locker room grandpa headed for the showers, I for 
the locker. I don't like showering in public. When he 
finished, he walked up, his towel wrapped around his 
waist, humming.. He said "your girl is really nice - and 
beautiful." "Yeah, right on both," I replied. "She looks 
like a model, he went on, except no models have bodies 
like that!" 

The old man was getting a little too exuberant for my 
taste, and I was just about to change the subject when I 
looked up from tying my shoe and almost got slapped in 
the nose by his cock. He had unwrapped his towel and was 
facing me in the narrow aisle, pulling a shirt over his 
head.

Below a disgustingly hairy crotch hung a penis so long 
and fat I had never seen anything remotely like it in 
any locker room. I felt myself hyperventilate and 
redden.

"I have been a tit man all my life. Glad to see it runs 
in the family!"

He laughed and elbowed me. Clearly he enjoyed to observe 
how his manliness intimidated me.

Grandpa's monster was in my face, swaying from side to 
side. He continued with his flattering of my girl and 
then, incredibly... the naughty old bastard let his 
monster cock start to swell. Right in my face.

I was quick to slid down the bench, excuse myself ( in 
an awful hurry, will send my parents your regards) and 
leave for the lobby. I was chilled to the bone.

Marianne was waiting for me. She planned to spend the 
afternoon in the library downtown. My plan was to walk 
home and shower and then do some homework at the 
apartment, so I'd be there when she got back. I tried to 
guide her to the door but she seemed hesitant and looked 
kind of happy when grandpa suddenly emerged. "The 
library?" glowing and bouncing on his feet, he asked 
Marianne if he could give her a ride, he lived close to 
the library.

So before I know it, I'm walking home and grandpa and 
Marianne are heading to the parking lot. From the rear 
they looked a comical couple, Marianne's clogs made her 
look even taller than her 1,80, so she towered over 
grandpa. He was talking non-stop, as they turned the 
corner he touched Marianne on her arm, I suppose to 
emphasize a point, she leaned her head down towards his, 
I suppose to hear better.

They faded from view and I left. That walk home was 
instructive, I went through two stages: burning 
jealousy, then rational thinking. There were two good 
reasons why nothing would come of grandpas crude hitting 
on my girl: Grandpa, and Marianne. He was more than 
three times her age, short, ugly, sexist, reactionary, 
and too aggressive. She was young, tall, beautiful, a 
sensitive feminist who couldn't stand chauvinism, or 
show-offs. Plus, she was my girl. And plus, he was my 
grandpa.

So I wasn't really worried. When I asked Marianne what 
she thought of grandpa, she said that he was nothing 
like anyone she had met. Partly lounge lizard type, 
partly biker type grandpa, "probably the funniest man I 
have met, I like him." 

"That old geezer didn't make your skin crawl?"

"Not that I've noticed."

"I think he's a creepy old man"

"You don't say."

"You don't hate the phony way he acts MAN?"

"I don't think he acts."

Jealousy is a funny thing. It comes and it goes. Without 
any incidents to fuel, it tends to fade, except when you 
are in certain moods the very absence of evidence seems 
like the most obvious evidence of all. I knew that 
Marianne was an attractive, sexually desirable woman. 

I knew that men were mentally undressing her every day. 
And she must have had her share of come-ons and pick up 
attempts. But the funny thing was that her statuesque, 
smooth beauty tended to intimidate men and protect her 
from much serious attention - as did her shy 
personality. So the worries I had about grandpa were 
basically unprecedented. 

Marianne seemed to be in a good mood but also very 
absent-minded. She was friendly enough but it wasn't 
like she was really there. We talked less and less. My 
jealousy grew day by day. She started painting her lips 
and nails. I wanted to ask her about that but didn't 
dare to. 5.

Friday, two weeks after our squash match I found time to 
make a afternoon visit to the gym. Marianne had told me 
she would stay at the library until quite late. My shape 
wasn't good, my grades were going down and I'd made an 
appointment with a personal trainer. Approaching the gym 
I saw a couple coming out, laughing. 

They walked close, bodies touching, heading for the 
parking lot. The girl a head taller than the man. He was 
stocky, almost bald, a lot older, but their chemistry 
seemed to be more than good. I watched the girl as she 
threw her head back and laughed at top of her lungs. At 
the same time she pinched the old guy's arm 
affectionately and they disappeared into his car.

I was home by 17.30, Katherine not until around ten 
o'clock. She smiled at me but didn't approach where I 
was sitting in the living room, instead walked back to 
our bedroom. I waited a minute, then joined her. She was 
leaning into her closet, her empty bag at her feet. I 
noticed that her hair looked wet. I sat on the bed and 
asked "Darling, I saw you and grandpa coming out of the 
gym today?" 

She looked up at me and said, "Yes, I met him there. Is 
that a problem?" 

"No, just that you seemed to be so friendly with him."

"Why shouldn't I be friendly, he's your grandpa."

"Well, you looked very friendly."

"What does that mean?"

"Why, come on, Marianne. He's a dirty old man, have you 
met him on several occasions?"

"I have bumped into him a few times at the gym. Why?"

"Why didn't you tell me?" 

"Because I knew you'd be this way, questioning me. You 
don't trust me."

"Marianne, I wouldn't have minded, it's just a surprise 
that you bump into grandpa several times without telling 
me about it."

"Why is that surprising? Why is it important? And Hans 
is not dirty either. Your family is so prejudiced, he's 
actually well-read, a lot more knowledgeable and 
artistic than you and I. His amateur paintings will be 
exhibited at the Holm Collection next week. You need 
talent to get there. And his sense of humor is 
priceless. 

"It's true that he's old fashioned and a bit sexist, but 
if you want to change people's minds, you need to deal 
with people with the wrong attitudes. He's not the 
problem, you are the problem. You don't trust me and you 
don't want me to have a life outside our relationship. 
Well, I don't need you to protect me from Hans or anyone 
else." 

She was really mad, and I was eager to calm her down, to 
convince her that I didn't mind her bumping into my 
grandpa at the gym from time to time and that I didn't 
mind her liking him more than I do. 

She said - now very calmly - "That's good Christopher, 
and I apologize for not mentioning this to you. Tomorrow 
I have an appointment with Hans, he has promised to give 
me a few squash lessons. We're leaving early and will be 
gone most of the day. Just so you know."

"What? You will spend the entire Saturday with grandpa? 
And you are telling me now?"

"What's the problem? You have some mind-blowing fun on 
our programme?"

"I simply don't want you to do this! I don't want you to 
be with him!"

"But I want to. I enjoy his company."

"Why? Why do you like to be with him?"

"Because he is an interesting man."

"He's not. He's mean!"

"A man isn't mean just because he intimidates a man like 
you."

"He's just a stunted old creep."

"Stop your spineless whining. Don't humiliate yourself. 
I can't stand that." 

"Please, Marianne why are you doing this to me?"

"If you don't want him to see me, go tell him yourself, 
and act like a man. For once.

"Fffine!..I might do just that."

"I won't hold my breath. Good night, Christopher."

The next morning Marianne woke up when it was still 
dark, showered, and packed a bag. She went out of the 
room, and a few minutes later I heard a car pull up. I 
got out of bed and peered out between the curtains. It 
was grandpa's sports car. Marianne opened the passenger 
door and climbed in. The car pulled away. I couldn't 
sleep, and got up and shaved and ate breakfast. My 
jealousy was killing me.

I noticed that Marianne had left her ordinary backpack 
and decided to go through it. She had her keys there, 
and there was an unknown key on the chain, with a 
plastic cover that read Palace. Palace was grandpas 
apartment building. Why did she have the key? They 
hadn't known one another long enough for her to be his 
full-fledged mistress? In the mood I was in, I just 
needed to do something.

A half hour later I was at the Palace. Why did I come 
here? What did I expect to find? I felt like an idiot. I 
easily got into the building. Grandpa lived on the 4th. 
There was no one on his hall, so I walked down to his 
door and tried the key. It fit. I was scared but on an 
adrenaline high, and was careful to quietly shut the 
door behind me and walk carefully. The flat was 
overwhelmingly luxurious. 

I quickly looked around his bedroom. It had mirrors from 
floor to ceiling and in the middle a huge bed. I walked 
into the livingroom. There was a bureau, in the second 
drawer I found some films, obviously home videos burnt 
to DVD. Written on the covers were dates and names of 
women. I looked at them all, heart beating. Thank God, 
none of them had Marianne's name on it.

On the top of DVD-player I detected another cover. My 
heart froze. Written on a strip of tape on the lid was 
Marianne's name and a date - yesterday. In some sort of 
masochistic haze I put it in the player.


6.

The film starts not more than a half hour after I 
spotted them together outside the gym. Marianne and 
grandpa are sitting on his huge bed. They are 
affectionately touching each other. She is smiling 
unusually wide, her cool grey eyes sparkling like I've 
never seen. 

"Are you as excited as I am? I am thinking about you all 
the time."

"Sweetie, I have to tape my dick to be able to walk in 
public."

"Oh... aren't you discreet!"

They both laugh. She strokes grandpas cheek and leans 
down to give his bald head a few small pecks. She pulls 
at his ear. She slips her fingers inside his shirt and 
scratches his chest hairs with her pink fingernails. 
Puts her sweet lips to his neck and kisses him tenderly. 
Then, their mouths lock in a long, very long, very wet, 
kiss, sounds of smacking, tongue swirling, moaning. She 
is all the time massaging the huge bulge in his crotch. 

They come up for breath. Sitting on his lap she begins 
to rub noses with him. "You're such a dish!" She looks 
him deep in the eyes and starts kissing him again. They 
are really into it now. She bobs up and down on his 
erection, they grunt, whimper, breathe heavily.

She smooches him all over his homely old man face, she 
explores his ears and his nostrils with her tongue.

"God, Hans... you darling man... you brute...what are 
you doing to me? I'm flowing like the Niagara. I've 
never been so wet in my life!"

"Meaning, not since Wednesday?"

"Noooh! I am getting wetter every time we meet! You will 
find out yourself!"

Marianne takes grandpas shirt off. She takes a deep 
breath before she attacks his torso. She whiffs and 
licks him, pulls her fingers through his abundant chest 
hairs, gives his large pecs a good massage, "You're the 
hottest." ... "What a stud!" ... "Wild about you."

"Please show me all of this smallboy, Hans" - her voice 
sounds so sweet, so subservient, so unfamiliar. 

She is stroking his upper arm with her beautiful 
fingers.

Grandpa makes a gorilla-like face, grunts and shows off 
his rippling biceps. Marianne laughs and coos, sounding 
like a cheap bimbo. Gives his huge muscle a lingering 
kiss.

She kneels in front of him. The fabric of the spacious 
crotch of his trousers is stretched obscenely. She puts 
her face to his fly, inhales his scent, bites him a 
little, nips him along the entire length of his member.

She struggles with the challenge of opening his 
straining fly and by and by slowly works his trousers 
off. Nearly half of grandpas erection is not covered by 
his briefs. It points straight up along his stomach and 
it is colossal.

My girl whispers in a husky voice, "Please show me that 
big boy, Hans. ALL OF IT."

The old runt kicks off his briefs and leans back with 
his elbows on the mattress. 

I have no idea what can prepare you for a sight like 
this. A naked grandpa with the looks of a crazy cartoon 
porn fantasy? I feel nausea coming on. 

The tip of his enormous banana-shaped member meets his 
stomach above his navel. From his huge smooth cockhead 
pre-cum runs feely down the trunk of his cock. The old 
man grins at her, letting my horny girlfriend enjoy the 
sight of his wantonness. 

His pounding monster moves slowly from left to right. He 
shows off with the confidence of a man who KNOWS he is 
hot. He spreads his legs wide and lets Marianne have a 
good look at his giant balls and the jungle of hairs in 
his crotch and ass-crack. His ball sack rests on the 
mattress. His twinkling eyes don't leave hers for a 
second.

He is very tanned and his old body is sickeningly 
perfect.

She starts stroking his tan lines and his hairy, 
muscular legs, slowly, slowly, down to his feet. She 
takes his socks off. His feet, and I'm really 
embarrassed to say this, are also perfect in shape. 
Large, with strong, straight toes, so different from my 
own crooked ones. She fondles them lovingly, gives him a 
naughty smile.

My girl then quickly removes all of her clothes and 
joins my naked horny grandpa on his king-size bed.

When I see Marianne's pubic area I am reminded that we 
haven't made love for nearly two weeks. Her full bush 
has been replaced by a pencil thin strip of pubic hair 
leading to her clitoris.

When she moves on all fours to rally grandpa in the 
middle of the huge bed, I observe her lovely butt 
closely. Her vaginal juices are running down her thighs.

I don't know how long I had been crying. I didn't notice 
I was before I sensed snot running over my lip. I 
stopped the movie when their disparate bodies embraced, 
mouths locked in another passionate kiss. I put my face 
in my hands and cried my heart out. I shook like a leaf 
in storm.

I felt apathetic when I had recovered a little. I let 
the video move forward. 

Marianne is planting wet, worshipful kisses upon the 
oily, surface of grandpas huge purplish dome. Sordid 
sucking sounds fills the room as she goes completely 
wild over his long dong. 

"It's gorgeous... simply gorgeous," she skins it back 
with tender loving care. Purring like a hungry cat who 
is finally being fed, she lets her dainty pink tongue 
lap up the clear cock-cream that oozes from the pouting 
eye of my grandpa's mighty penis. "Mmmmm, what a taste."

Forward again. More of the same. She beats his meat with 
her right hand, at the same time she kisses his face 
feverishly. She moves her hand to his huge balls, she 
rolls them about, squeezes them with a gentle milking 
action. Entwining his fingers in the silky strands of 
her lovely hair, grandpa roughly jerks her head back 
from his loins. Tauntingly grandpa flexes his sex muscle 
again and again, making his prick dance in her hands but 
holding it away from her. 

"Don't tease me, daddy. Give it to me! I must have!"

He laughs, continuing to tease her by keeping the object 
of her oral affection just out of her mouth's range.

"Have what, honey?"

"The world's most beautiful dong!"

Forward, play.... they are devouring each other's 
bodies. Forward, play, stop. Forward, play, stop. I 
watch short glimpses of their unbridled passion. My 
grandpa's iron rod not deflating one bit. I had no idea 
lovers did things like these to each other. So lewd, so 
far from me. I could somehow comprehend that a rutting 
male would want to kiss and lick Marianne's dainty toes, 
even her beautiful bum. But not that my beloved would 
want to kiss my old grandpa here... there... and 
ABSOLUTELY everywhere...?

It's just too embarrassing. Forward, forward, play. 
Forward, play.

Then I slid down in the sofa and just let the film 
finish. I felt like a zombie. 

I watch as grandpa penetrates my girl. As soaking wet as 
she is, being penetrated by so formidable a weapon is 
painful. The little old man's penetration is gentle, it 
takes him a couple of minutes to be fully into my tall 
full-bodied girl. He starts sliding gently an and out, 
and her pain seems to ebb away after some 10-12 strokes.

"Aahh...baby GIRL, that's the BEST pussy! I could fuck 
this pussy the rest of my life."

"Oh Hans! Thank YOU! Do it! FUCK ME!

She gazes up at him through glassy eyes. All of a sudden 
he starts riding her like a stallion stud servicing a 
willing broodmare. Marianne's response is uncontrolled.

Why? Was it the wicked charge of being taken by a little 
old brute? Was it the old man's coarse masculinity that 
struck a dormant cord in her submissive female nature? 
Was is the fact that this sex was so completely 
different from the sex she had with me? (I always wanted 
to please her - and invariably failed, grandpa just 
wanted to please himself - and she went wild). Or was it 
the act of mating illicitly with her boyfriend's 
grandfather that sent her over the top?

Or was it simply his cock? I still wonder.

"Oh, God, I could hear Marianne moan, matching him 
stroke for stroke. I LOVE IT ... YOUR WONDERFUL BIG FAT 
DICK!! ...OHHH! MMMMM!.. OH DO IT DADDY! ... FUCK ME 
GOOD!

She nuzzles her face into the sweaty crook of his neck, 
smack, smack, smack!, she kissed his neck passionately. 
She throws her arms around his hairy torso and hugs him 
to her like he was the dearest thing in all the world. 
They were going at it like a couple of wild animals, 
their perspiration-sheened abdomens clapping together 
wetly in mid-air. 

"Oh.. YESS...you hot-assed little knockout" grandpa 
hisses into her ear. Marianne responds by kissing him 
passionately on the neck once more and rakes his hairy 
buttocks with the sharp edges of her sexy pink-painted 
fingernails, much like a rodeo cowgirl might use hers to 
spur a bronco in order to make him buck all the harder. 

Marianne had never been vocal in bed, much less profane.

"FUCK ME YOU STUDHORSE!!, she pleads, hunching up to 
him. HARDER! FASTER! ...OH LORD IN HEAVEN, HANS...YOU'RE 
SO GOOD ... SOOO GOOOD! ...STUFF IT UP ME! ...OHHH!! YOU 
WONDERFUL BRUTE... GO, GO... RAM ME... RIP ME! DO WHAT 
YOU WANT TO ME! OH DADDY! DADDY!! YOU GORGEOUS HUNK! 
HUMP IT TO ME!!" 

"Arggh!! Honey, that's good!! Where did you learn to use 
your pussy like that? Ahhh...Marianne, more... more... 
squeeze!!"

I watch grandpas passion-distorted face as my girl 
squeezes his dong with her cunt muscles. She then draws 
up her legs, bends them at the knees, and plants her 
bare feet on the mattress. The muscles in her thighs and 
calves contracts smoothly and swiftly as she began 
really slamming her sopping wet pussy up to grandpa.

"HURRY HURRY!!, she cries, bucking her greedy cunt up to 
him as she tugs at his butt to help him screw into her 
all the harder and faster. He can't go deeper; the head 
of his pistoning prong must be banging against the neck 
of her uterus. I'M COMING!! ... OH YOU'RE SUCH A BRUTE! 
... PUSH ME, YOU STUD GRANDPA! PUSH ME OVER! OH GOD 
BABY! ... YESSS! I LOVE YOU!"

For more frantic few seconds, they screw like mad, 
bouncing up and down on grandpa's bed. With their size 
differential he doesn't nearly cover her voluptuous 
body. It reminds me of an experienced trainer trying to 
tame a bucking young mustang filly. 

At regular intervals grandpa aggressively feasts on her 
big beautiful tits. 

"Arrgh...you horny little treat... I'll fuck you till 
you can't stand on your feet..."

Suddenly Marianne loses the cadence. Her body goes rigid 
and bows upward. Grandpa drives her lovely rump back 
down onto the couch and keeps cramming the meat to her. 
She whimpers mournfully and begins shaking all over. 
This is just the beginning of her climax, 
"WWWHHHAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!" she screams, throws back her 
head, digging her fingernails into his muscular ass-
cheeks when the full force of her orgasm washes over her 
like a surging tidal wave of a tropical sea. 

Marianne sobs silently. Grandpa is hard as ever inside 
her.

She tries to kiss him, but no, he just pulls her up and 
positions her to be taken from behind. Grandpa's 
gargantuan, now very slimy, cock is still hard as a 
bone, shaft curving at an upward angle so the head of it 
points at her ass.

There's a ragged intake of her breath as Marianne's twat 
again is forced open to the limit in order to 
accommodate the fantastic girth and length of grandpas 
inboring bludgeon. Her mouth is open and her eyelids are 
clamped shut. A tremor racks her feverish body. She 
emits a cry not unlike the bleating of a lamb, when the 
fist-like head of grandpas inrushing organ hits the neck 
of her womb and shoves that pear-shaped organ of ultra-
femininity a good two inches higher up into her 
abdominal cavity.

"OH SWEET JESUS... YOU'RE TOO MUCH... TOO MUCH MAAAN!, 
she gasps, shuddering all over. OOOOH... YOU'RE 
STRETCHING ME SO MUCH! GAWD ALMIGHTY! ... SO GOOOOD!

With a grunt, he begins humping away, giving it to her 
hard and fast, right from the start. This is raw, 
primitive sex, wicked and sinful.

"I NEVER had pussy like this!! Marianne, you have a 
snapper! Your pussy is fantastic! Squeezin' my pecker 
like nothing I have felt!!"

"DO IT! OH GRANDPA, DO IT TO MEEE!" she rasps, rolling 
her head sensually from side to side. Marianne looks 
like she can hardly catch her breath, so fast and 
furiously is the little old brute screwing into her. She 
looks like a rag doll being shaken by a vicious, 
snarling dog. 

"WHAT A WOMAN! WHAT A BODY! WHAT A PUSSY!"

He is now fucking her with his super hairy ass to the 
camera. Moans and sighs of sexual delight pours from 
Marianne's lips. The thickness of his pumping prong 
makes the inflamed petals of her sex flower fold inward 
each time he fills her with it. Then, during the 
outstroke her crimson cuntal lips clings to his 
retreating shaft tightly, distending out obscenely from 
her body as if reluctant to lose his precious penis for 
even a fraction of a second. 

"OHHH," she sighs, matching him stroke for stroke now. 
"OH, HANS!!.. WHAT A LOVER!.. YOU BIG NASTY GRANDPA!" 

"UHMMM...THAT'S GOOD, LOVER GIRL!! CLAMP IT DOWN! I CAN 
TAKE IT! I LOVE IT!"

Marianne's reply is a quickening of her raspy breathing 
and an urgent plea of, "Fuck me ... fuck me ... FUCK 
MEE!" And now she is coming again, throwing back her 
head as the floodgates of pleasure burst open with her, 
and crying out in ecstasy, "AAAAAAHHHHHHHH... OH, MY 
DARLING OLD BULL... I LOVE YOU!.. YOUUU!.. OH, GOD... 
GGOOD... OOOOHHHH... AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" 

The intensity of her climax is tremendous. Grandpa pulls 
his cock out and to my utter amazement I see her squirt 
huge amounts of clear liquid straight into grandpa's 
loins. She gasps for air, moaning and sobbing 
blissfully, her entire body shivers with the rapture of 
it as grandpa puts it back. 

Marianne whimpers with delight, she is still in the 
final throes of her coming. 

"Oh baby I am so sorry about that... I didn't mean to... 
I don't..." 

"It's good to you, my little hot-cunt?"

"Oh Hans!.. HANS !, you are the most incredible man in 
the world!," she whimpers. "And you still haven't come! 
You old super stud!"

"You loved that hosing I gave you? He slaps her buttocks 
affectionately a few times. "I never had a woman hotter 
than you."

"Auch!! God, YES daddy, your beautiful, incredible 
monster... I love it to pieces!"

Her hair is disheveled. Her cheeks are flushed. The 
nipples of her beautiful breasts are crinkled and 
pointed with desire. She looks positively ravishing. 

She wants grandpa to come down for some smooching. He is 
not in the mood for that. I see her hand tremble visibly 
when she takes hold of grandpa's long member and fits 
the forefront of the plum-like dome into her flooding 
pussy. Grandpa pushes her legs up behind her head. He 
presses forward and forces the mushrooming crown into 
her fluttering gap. Once he has the head securely inside 
her heated box, he plunges the rest of his huge phallus 
into her with one rough stroke. "Aahh girl you've made 
me hornier than a 4-balled tomcat!!" 

"Gaaa-AAAHHHHHH!" Marianne cries out, then she sucks in 
her breath raggedly as a tremor washed over her 
perspiration-sheened torso. The sudden penetration snaps 
her out of it immediately. "OH JESUS...YESSSS!.. HOOK IT 
INTO ME, YOU WONDERFUL MAN! GODDAMN, GRANDPA HANS! IT'S 
THE BEST THING IN THE WORLD! THAT BIG HARD BULLCOCK OF 
YOURS!! FUCK IT INTO ME!" 

The bed sounds like it would collapse at any second, so 
violently is he hammering away at her. Marianne loves 
his rough and raunchy type of sexing, for above the 
rasping of the bedsprings and the pounding of the 
headboard against the wall, I hear my lovely young 
girlfriend calling out encouragements to her ravisher. 

"YOU DARLING GRANDPA BRUTE!! YOUR'E NOT FOR REAL!" 
Marianne shrills, slamming her sopping cunt up to meet 
him stroke for belly-slapping stroke. "SCREW ME, YOU 
FANTASY MAN! CRAM THAT GORGEOUS HUNK OF HORSECOCK CLEAR 
UP TO MY TITS!.. GO FOR IT YOU OLD DISH... FUCK! FUCK! 
FUCK... FUCK ME LIKE ONLY YOU CAN!"

"Now, girl, let's slow down a little before the grand 
finale."

He slows down on their violent mating, he is on top, his 
body 20 cm shorter than hers. They are both short of 
breath. The huge prong in her soaked pussy is hardly 
moving.

"Glad to see you have a good time, sweetie."

"Glad to see you enjoy me, darling."

"Never known a beauty so neglected as you, sweetie."

"Never knew a man could please a girl like you can, 
darling."

"If this punk was my real grandson I would have whopped 
him good for neglecting you like this, sweetie.."

"Wouldn't have blamed you, darling, but I don't think it 
would have helped much."

They both laugh. 

"Are you absolutely sure Christopher's dad is not your 
son, Hans?"

"Mhhm. We married young. When I left for 15 months in 
the army, Ruth was used to getting it several times a 
day. She was the most beautiful woman in town and she 
loved every hosing I gave her. She took an impotent 
pretty boy from down the street into her bed. Any fool 
can see that Christopher and his dad are this sod's 
offspring. Like everyone can see that my sons are mine."

"Hans..."

"Hmm..."

"Why do you change girlfriends so often? Do you think we 
will...stay together... for some time?"

"Marianne... I have been a player all my life. But I 
won't lie. I have a crush on you. My bed will be yours 
for as long as you want it."

Her cheeks are flushed with desire. Her pale thick hair 
is in a state of enticingly sensual disarray. Her full 
pink lips are puffy with passion. 

She lets her fingers drift over "grandpas" ugly face. 
Tears come to her eyes and her lips quiver. I can hear a 
sweet, very soft "Thank you, Hans. It is two weeks now 
since you first let me come to this bed. Please, fuck me 
like never before."

The hairy buns of "grandpa's" muscular rump tells me 
that he is speeding up his thrusts. She sighs again and 
again as her hungry hot hole takes plunge after plunge 
of his woman-stretching prick, her long arms and legs 
holding my "grandpas" little body.

"OH GOD! MY DARLING... DARLING! COME... YOU HORNY 
ANIMAL... MAKE THAT OLD FANTASYCOCK SHOOT! BEFORE YOU 
DRIVE... ME COMPLETELY... INSANE! OHHH... OH SHIT! I'M 
COMING AGAIN ALREADY! OHH, OHHH,OOOHHH! MAKE THAT FUCKER 
COME, SUGAR! SQUEEZE THAT DONG! HOLD IT! ARGGH BABY 
YOU'RE A NATURAL! SHAKE ME WITH THAT SNAPPING PUSSY! 
PULL ME OFF... I LOVE YOU!"

Marianne throws back her head. Her mouth is open and her 
eyes rolled up in their sockets till only the whites 
could be seen. Her entire body breaks out in a film of 
perspiration and she starts shaking like a leaf. A 
measles-like sex rash appears all over her chest and 
abdomen. This is by far her most intense climax. 

She sobs in ecstasy and clings like a monkey to the much 
smaller man who has plunged her into this wonderful 
moment. And then, just as her orgasmic contractions are 
beginning to weaken, he lunges into her right up to his 
quivering balls and seems to be trying to stuff them 
into her pussy, too. She must feel his prick jerking 
spastically and know that he is about to come. The 
ballooning head of his pecker must be pressed tightly 
against the mouth of her womb.

"MY LITTLE SWEETIE!! NOWWW!"

Lost in the carnal rapture of the orgasmic moment, 
Marianne blabbers. "FEEL U... OOOHHH! GGAAWWDD... COME, 
DARLING, COME... SHOOT IT... DEEP AND HOT! FILL ME UP 
LIKE ONLY YOU CAN!! ... OHH! YOU OLD WONDERSTUD! GIVE ME 
ALL YOUR SPUNK!! ... GIVE ME A BUCKETFUL! ... I WANT 
YOUR BABY!! KNOCK ME UP!"

My "grandpas" big sticky hot jets of ejaculate spurt up 
into her most feminine organ. It is gushing out of him 
under terrific pressure, obviously splatting against the 
tender mouth of my beloved's womb. 

I watch as "grandpa" empties his balls in her, both of 
them shuddering ecstatically, Marianne sobbing brokenly 
"so much... so much...," while "grandpa" roars out like 
a lion, in the age-old fashion of the superior rutting 
alpha male seeding his female mate.

7.

I went to "grandpas" luxury bathroom. I wrapped my cum-
stained handkerchief in toilet paper and put it in my 
pocket. For the first time in my life I'd had two 
discharges on the same day. I took a shit. I took my 
time.

Back in the living-room, the film is about to finish. 
Marianne is resting on top of him, her voluptuous body 
covering his body. 

"You made me come like 20 times."

"You deserved everyone."

"You remember when we left the gym that first Friday?"

"Mhmm."

"When you told me a girl like me deserved a life-
altering experience?"

"Mhmm."

"And I laughed and said who'd be able to deliver that?" 

"Mhmm."

She holds his head and looks deep into his eyes.

"I just want you to know that my life changed the first 
time we shared this bed. Forever. You have taught me 
what is most important between a man and a woman."

Her mouth seeks his again.

I put the DVD into the cover, sneaked out, went home. I 
needed to think about what I had feared and now knew was 
true. I needed to think about what I had no idea about 
and now knew was true.

I had gotten what I came for, gotten what I had coming 
to me...

I didn't know what I would do. What would you do if you 
found out your grandpa had taken your girl?

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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