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Archive name: urn.txt (M/F-teen, inc, TV-Parody)
Authors name: Anonymous (Im-not-admitting-to-this.com)
Story title : Grandpa's Coffee Urn

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Grandpa's Coffee Urn (M/F-teen, inc, TV-Parody)
by Anonymous (Im-not-admitting-to-this.com)

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I've always thought that my grandfather was just about 
the most handsome man in the world. There was something 
about him that exuded masculine confidence, and that 
really attracted me. 

My Grandparents Emily and Richard have always been my 
greatest supporters and I love them equally, but I think 
of my grandpa differently, and one day last spring I 
finally realized why.

I had been out shopping, and my mom asked me to stop off 
and deliver a coffee urn for my grandparents. They were 
having a party the next weekend, and since both mom and I
were going to be there and we are coffee addicts we wanted
make a new Coffee urn our contribution. Besides their 
coffee always seemed a little weak to us.

As I drove up the drive to their upscale Hartford home I 
noticed that Grandmother wasn't home, her car was gone. 
But my grandfather was home. 

When I rang the doorbell I had to wait longer than usual 
before the door was opened. It was my Grandfather, he 
wasn't wearing anything but a towel around his 
midsection, and his hair was wet. He had apparently just 
slipped out of the shower when I rang the doorbell. He 
mumbled something about the maid having the day off.

My eyes went to the hem of the towel. I could see the 
impression that his penis made against the front of the 
towel, and strangely, it made an impression on me.

I reached up and put my arms around him and hugged him. 
He smelled fresh and clean, and I couldn't help but 
notice the feel of him pressing against my groin as he 
held me.

"Grandpa," I said, breathless, "how are you?"

His face was red, and his voice was a little choked. 
"This is a surprise Rory. What brings you here today 
sweetheart?"

"Do you always answer the door this way?" I asked.

He smiled and his face reddened a bit more. "I checked 
to see who it was. I figured you could wait while I got 
dressed, but I didn't want to leave you standing out 
there."

"I'm glad you didn't," I said, surreptitiously glancing 
at the bulge in the front of the towel, "otherwise, I 
would have missed that."

"Missed what?"

"Your towel, Grandpa. You look like a stripper," I said 
teasingly.

He looked down at himself and flushed an even deeper 
red, "I look more like a man whose shower has been 
disturbed. And where might I ask have you seen a male 
stripper young lady?"

I laughed. Then, I let my gaze fall to the protrusion in 
the front of the short towel again. It was larger than 
it had been, and I could swear I got a glimpse of some 
flesh. Could it have been his expanding penis right at 
the bottom of the hem of his terry-towel.

"I guess I'd better get on some clothes," he said, and 
he turned to go upstairs.

I watched him walk away with the towel wrapped around 
his waist. It was tucked in on itself at the top, but it 
wasn't big enough to cover his ass completely. I could 
feel myself get a little wet at the sight of the crack 
of his ass with every step he took.

I was shocked at myself, the good little girl, 
everyone's perfect child, how could I be turned-on by my 
own Grandfather's naked body. What would my mother thing 
if she knew?

I don't know what came over me. I followed him up the 
stairs and into the bathroom. He turned and looked at 
me, and I reached out and grabbed his towel. That's all 
there was to it, and he just stood there naked and 
looked at me.

"Wow, you're a pretty hot guy, Grandpa," I said, my 
voice not my own. I couldn't believe that I'd just said 
that. My face flushed in embarrassment.

But ever since I'd become sexual with my boyfriend Jess 
last winter, sex was no longer a taboo thing for me. I 
loved sex with Jess and we did it as often as we could. 
I don't mean to imply that I know all that much about 
it, but being a good student I've read all there is 
about it and think I've kept Jess pretty happy.

But here I was looking at my naked Grandfather, watching 
his dick expand and began to stand tall. Again, I 
couldn't help myself, I reached out, taking a step 
closer and grasped his swollen dick.

To my surprise he leaned forward and thrust himself into 
my grasping fingers and he moaned in pleasure as the 
skin on his dick was pulled back within my grip. He 
groaned and mumbled, "God child, do you know how long 
its been since anyone but me has touched my there?"

I looked up at my Grandpa's face and suddenly realized 
that he probably hadn't had any sex for a long time. I'm 
smart and I read a lot, and I knew about menopause and 
that at a certain age women no longer wanted to have 
sex.

I suddenly had the urge to give my Grandfather more than 
a coffee urn for a gift. Still looking into his eyes I 
knelt down on the bathroom rug in front of him and 
brought his quivering erection to my cheek and rubbed 
his dick against it. Then without hesitation, without 
thinking about the consequences, I turned my head 
sideways and opened my mouth, taking the hard head of 
his cock. I ran my tongue across it quickly. He didn't 
move, didn't do a thing.

Having learned what to do with my boyfriend and what he 
especially liked, I moved my hands up and with one hand 
cupped Grandpa's balls in my palm. With the other hand I 
touched his asshole, lightly push my index finger 
against his hole as I sucked on his hard cock.

"Mmmmmm," was all he said, standing there in the hot 
bathroom.

After a bit I pulled his dick out of my mouth and took a 
good look at it. It wasn't fat, but it certainly was 
long and hard. It was quite different than Jess'; it 
seemed more substantial, more mature. And it stuck 
straight up in the air, poking me in the forehead. His 
balls were big and hairy, and I leaned down ran my 
tongue over them, opening and closing my mouth, kissing 
them, running my lips across them, pulling on them, 
massaging. 

Then I went back to his cock and grabbed it and put the 
head back in my mouth. Massaging his balls, I could feel 
his two heavy, cum-laden orbs inside the hairy sac, and 
that though excited me, making me suck even harder on 
his cock, taking him deep inside me, to the back of my 
throat.

I felt his balls tighten in my fingers as his hips began 
to gyrate. He was going to cum, I knew he was, he was 
acting just like Jess did before he did it. I reached up 
with one hand and wrapped it around the base of my 
Grandfather's dick, stroking up and down as I furiously 
moved my mouth up and down on his long hard shaft.

Then I felt his cock jerk, and I could feel his hot cum 
shoot into the back of my throat, I continued to suck on 
him. Grandpa just stood there groaning in pleasure as 
his body jerked with each orgasmic spasm.

He must have shot about ten times into my mouth, and his 
hot cum leaked out of my mouth and down his cock to his 
balls. I don't think my boyfriend Jess ever had that 
much cum pent up, it was a huge load.

Grandpa continued to moan, and then finally he was done 
cumming and just stood there looking down at me, his 
dick still in my mouth.

After pulling him out of my mouth and kissing his 
softening dick I let go of it altogether. While watching 
his expression I swallowed what cum was in my mouth and 
then opened my mouth, showing him the residue of all the 
cum that he had shot into me.

"Umm Rory dear," he said. "What was it you came over 
for?"

"The, uh, coffee urn, I think."

"It's in the bedroom," he said. "Come on, let's go get 
it."

I followed, watching his naked butt rippling with each 
step. I wasted no time. I took off my clothes in record 
time and jumped on the bed. Without saying a word, 
Grandpa climbed between my legs, his cock hard again and 
pressing against my pussy. 

I sighed as he slid his meat all the way into me as I 
lifted my legs and bent them at the knees to give him 
full access. 

All it took was two thrusts of his fat dick into me, and 
I came. He thrust a few more times, and then he came 
again. I had no idea that a guy his age could cum so 
quickly.

Once his second orgasm had passed pulled out of me and 
rolled off me to lie beside me on the bed. 

"Oh, you know what?" he said.

"What?"

"The urns in the kitchen. Lets go get it."

As I followed him down the stairs I wondered what 
position we would use there.

END

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