augh.  But for some reason despite the fact that I'm now 27 I had never visited him on my own.  However, in early June I was talking to my mother and she thought it would be a good idea if I stopped in and spent a few days with him.  I wasn't sure about it, not that I had anything against him but I was just really busy at the time.  However, we all know how mom's can be, and shortly thereafter I agreed to visit him.  A week later I was driving the 4 hours that it takes to get to his old, 2 bedroom, 2 bath house in the country. 

When I pulled up in his driveway I was wearing a jean skirt that came down to around my thighs, a pair of blue cotton panties, a spaghetti strap shirt and a white bra underneath with a pair of flip flops.  The heat was pretty bad and as I got out of the car my grandfather walked out of the front door, wearing a pair of jeans, a button up faded plaid shirt, and a pair loafers.  He smiled and managed his way down the front door steps, "Hey there, you!"

I smiled, "Hi grandpa!," walked over and gave him a hug and a kiss on his cheek. "How've you been?"

He laughed, "Oh, I'm still alive, that's something at my age, huh?"

I couldn't help but grin, "your quite a trooper."  He turned and led me into the house, I was carying a small suitcase with my laptop and some clothes.

"I fixed up the other room so it should be good enough for my lil' princess to sleep in."

"Awww, granddaddy I don't think I've been called that in....God, years.  I always knew you were a charmer." 

He smiled, "Oh you should've seen me in my days!  But, that was then.  The question now is what do you want for dinner?"

"Hmmm....what do you have?"

He thought for a moment, "Well...hotdogs and...hotdogs."

I laughed, "then hotdogs it is."  He turned and went into the kitchen and I went into the guest room to put down my suitcase.  I noticed that the place was a bit run down, but afterall he was the only one who lived there.  I heard him putting the hotdogs on the grill in the kitchen and was on my way there when I passed his room.  I wasn't going to stop, but I saw something protruding from under his matress...a magazine.  I couldn't help but be curious and when I lifted the matress there were at least 10 Playboys and hustlers stuffed under there in apparently a hurry.  I couldn't resist myself and walked into the kitchen with a few of them. 

"Granddaddy, why do you have these?"

He turned around and I could see the discomfort on his face.  "Oh those, well, I've had them for years....you know, from back in my days."  He tried to pass it off with a quick laugh.

 Call me cruel, but I was after all curious why an old man would have porn...I honestly didn't think he could still get an erection, let alone get off.  "Well, these two are from last month."  I held up a Playboy and a Hustler.

 It was obvious he was getting a bit flustered and even more embarassed, "well Sarah, I'm a grown man and honestly....well, I don't have that kind of company anymore."

I grinned, "you mean...ladies?"

He nodded, "Well of course that's what I meant." I was suddenly realizing why it was a good idea for me to never go to my grandfather's house alone.  While I was just being my curious self, he was taking offense.

"But granddaddy, it's not like you can still...well....you know."  That really seemed to wind him up.

 "Of course I can, I might be old but I'm not imputent!"

The grill's timer then beeped, signaling that the hotdogs were ready.  Why I did what I did next I have no idea, maybe it's an affect of having relations with your brother for 3 years, but I stood up, walked over to the grill, put a hotdog in a bun, turned around and handed him the hotdog and the Hustler. 

With a grin on my face I said, "ok, then prove it."

At first he didn't understand, then I could see by the way he was sweating that he was very uncomfortable with the siutation.  "Sarah, I....you can't want me to...do that."

 I smiled, "well I don't think you can, but if you do it, I'll...," and that's when it hit me what I had just asked him to do, but I wasn't about to back down, "I'll eat the hotdog with all of it on it."  Then in a dismal failure to keep the mood lighthearted I said, "and if you can't, then you have to watch girl movies until midnight with me."

But there was no humor on his face.  I thought for sure he'd refuse at that point, but he really wanted to prove that he still could do it.  He turned around and walked down the hall to the bathroom.

As I sat and waited at the kitchen table I could hardly believe that I was actually putting him through this, just to prove himself.  But the longer I waited and minute after minute went by the thought became intriguing, then thrilling, and by the time the door to the bathroom opened I could hardly wait to see if he'd done it. 

He walked down the hall with possibly the biggest smile he'd ever had on his face.  He stopped infront of the table and showed me a hotdog that had been completely coated in some of the thickest cum I've ever seen.  Now it was his turn to laugh.

 "Didn't think your old grandpa had it in him, huh?"

My mouth was nearly hanging open as I stared at this hotdog soaked in his semen.  But I wasn't about to back down.  I reached up and took it out of his hand. 

His smile sort of faded as I took it, "Princess, you know you don't have to do that."

I gave him a half smile, "Aw, don't spoil the moment for yourself.  Your going to get to watch someone eat your cum."

 He just looked at me as I held the cum soaked food in my hand.  "What happened to my little princess?"  At that point I knew I could end this, or take it so much farther. 

"She got fucked," I said.  And with those words I lifted it to my mouth and took a huge bite.  Immediately the taste of his thick semen overpowered the taste of the hotdog.  The bun had gotten soggy from all of the cum, but I took bite after bite, savoring the taste.  The whole time his eyes were glued as he watched his own grand-daughter eat his cum.

I finished it to the last bite, and he was still staring in disbelief.  The moment seemed to linger, and nothing was said, so I stood up, fixed him a plate and tried to act like nothing terribly unusual had just occurred, but through the rest of dinner, I could tell it had done something to him to watch that.  I thought that maybe I'd completely freaked him out, or maybe he was feeling guilty for doing it, but that night, I gave him a hug goodnight and went to my room.  I sat there, remembering the taste of his cum in my mouth.  I took a quick shower, wondering what he was doing in his room at that moment, then got out, dried off, put on a pair of my old cheerleading shorts with no panties, a tight white t-shirt, no bra and climbed into bed.  I reached over and turned off the lamp.  For at least fifteen minutes I laid there, unable to go to bed, then I heard foodsteps in the hall.  They came to a stop outside my door and I knew he was just on the otherside. 

The doorknob turned slowly and he pushed it open slowly.  I reached over and turned on the light, and there, standing in my doorway was my grandfather, completely nude.  His old body slightly hunched over.   I looked down at his crotch,and there, dangling was his flacid wrinkled old cock, hanging at least 4 inches and to either side his balls.  I know all of this may sound disgusting, and believe me, it was, but at that moment I had never wanted anyone to fuck me more.  This was the man who had known me since i was a little girl, who had given me birthday presents and christmas presents every year.  Who had helped pay my tuition in college.  And by the look on his face and in his eyes I knew it didn't matter if I wanted to or not, he was going to have sex with me.

I pushed of the covers and slowly stood up, as he began to walk over to me I lifted the shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor.  He stopped, looking at his grand-daughter's breasts that he hadn't seen in years.  Then I slid the cheer shorts down to the floor and stepped out of them.  We stood there, looking at eachother's completely nude bodies.  My young, firm, body, and his old wrinkled one.  I gave him a smile and motioned for him to sit down on the bed. 

"You know you look just like your mom when you smile."  He slowly sat down on the edge of the bed.  I moved infront of him and dropped down to my knees between his legs. 

I grinned, "Well I doubt mom ever did this for you."  He smiled.

"No, she didn't."  I reached up and took his soft cock in my hand, then without taking my eyes from his, leaned forward and ran my tongue along it's shaft.  Instantly I felt blood begin to pulse into it.  I did it again and again.  Then, lifting it up, I leaned down and began to lick and suck his balls.  His moans spurred me on.  The more he moaned the more passionately I used my mouth on his cock and balls.  Within moments his shaft was rock hard and standing at an easy 7 inches.  I was stroking it with one hand and sucking on it with my mouth.  I looked up into his eyes once more and could see a savage hunger in them.  I stood up slowly and he motioned for me to sit on the bed.  I did as he asked, but he said "No, on your stomach."

Once more I did as I was told, rolling over on my stomach so that my ass was in the air, I felt him get down on his knees behind me and spread my legs.  Then I knew why.  He buried his face in my ass.  Licking my pussy, then my ass, and back and forth. 

"OHHH FUCK GRAND DADDY!"  I moaned as I felt my pussy becoming drenched with my juices and I knew what was about to happen. 

"Look out!  I'm going to cum Grand-daddy!"  Whether he didn't know or didn't care, I have no idea.  But when I came and my pussy gushed out it's juies he didn't stop, but instead opened his mouth and let them spray in.  I looked back and saw him drink an entire mouthful of my cum.

Now he knew I was ready for his monster.  He got back up on his feet, and keeping me bent over the bed, pressed the head of his cock against my pussy.  With a grunt and a push, I felt the large head slip inside me.

"OHHHHH FUCK GRAND-DADDY!!!!!!"  He began pounding it in and out, in and out.  Again, and again, and again! 

"OHHHH SARAH!  Damn sweet heart, your so tight!" 

I moaned so loud and felt another orgasm approaching.  Quickly it built up inside me until my pussy clenched around his huge shaft and another wave of juices sprayed out. 

"God Sarah!  You fucking cum alot!"

He reached around and started fondling my breasts.  Pinching and twisting my nipples until I squealed in pain.  I was amazed at how long he was lasting.  Especially considering how long it had been since he'd been with a real woman.  I felt him pull out and thought that maybe he was about to cum, but instantly knew I was mistaken.  I felt the large head, lubed in my own juices suddenly pressed against my asshole.  Had it been anyone else I would have cried for them not to, but for some reason I was ready to lose my anal virginity to my grandfather.

I guess he could feel my apprehension because he started very slow.  He began putting more and more pressure and I could feel the head start to stretch my ass.  I had to bury my face in a pillow as I felt the pain tear through my body.  Then he was inside me.  Just the head but he was giving me time to adjust.  Then he slowly began to push farther in.  Slowly, slowly until he had at least 4 inches in.  Then he started to slide in, and out.  After a minute or so he started to pick up speed.

I gasped as he started thrusting in, more and more, harder and faster, until he was pounding it in and out.  All I could do was lay there and let him enjoy his first fuck in years.  His moans became faster and louder.  And even for him I knew it was that time.

He suddenly pulled out, "Sarah, get on your knees sweetheart!"

I was relieved to have his cock out of my ass and quickly did as I was told, but instantly realized what he wanted done as he stood there, with his rigid shaft pointed at my face. 

With a good bit of apprehension I leaned forward, put a hand around his cock and then took it in my mouth.

"MMM, that's right princess, suck it good!"  Despite the taste, it was still nice to have it back in my mouth.  I slid my mouth down on the shaft until I felt it press against the back of my throat.  Then I began sliding my mouth back and forth on it, using my tongue to lick the bottom of the shaft.  I looked up into his eyes, and he looked back.  I felt his cock begin to throb and heard him moan and say,

"Ahhhh, yesssss, here I cum Sarah!  Get ready sweet heart!"  I braced myself for the flood I knew would be coming, and then his cock pulsed and a thick heavy jet blast of cum shot into my mouth, followed by another, and another, and another!  I had to swallow before it filled my mouth completely.  I eagerly swallowed the thick heavy cum of my grandfather until with one last spurt it was over.  I swallowed the last bit and took my mouth off of his cock.  He leaned back and sat down on the bed.  I climbed up next to him and did the same.  I smiled over at him.

"You know Grandpa, that might've been the best fuck I've ever had."  He smiled and leaned over, putting an arm around me.

"You were the best I've ever had Sarah."  I smiled back at him, then got up and brushed my teeth.  By the time I got back into bed he was already asleep so I laid next to him and slept. 

The next day we fucked again, but this time I recorded it to give him something more interesting to masturbate to in the future. 

We spent most of the next few days naked, in one sexual act or another, or just watching eachother masturbate.  I'm now 27 years old, and I've never, ever, had better sex in my live than I did with my Grandfather that week.