A Visit to the Ranch
Introduction:
A confession: I was fucked by Grandpa
We had a long weekend off from school and I needed to get away from the stress of school life. So, I decided to take a break and head up to my grandparents and spend some time relaxing at their house. I called my grandma and she said everything was ready for my visit. I made the 4 hour drive and was relieved when I finally pulled up the drive of their modest 4 bedroom ranch house. I was greeted in the driveway by my grandfather’s beautiful golden retriever, Duke. After a few well deserved scratches behind his ears, Duke and I made our way up to the front door with my duffel bag in hand. I let myself in and my grandfather yelled out from the back, “I’m puttin’ the horses up, be in in a minute.”
“K, gramps!” I yelled back at him. I took my things back into the guest bedroom I usually stayed in. I looked around for my grandmother but to no avail. I checked the garage and her car was gone. I assumed she must be out for groceries or something. As I walked back into the family room my grandpa was dusting off his boots as he stepped inside.
He looked up at me for a minute, “It sure is nice ta see ya ‘gain. Haven’t seen ya ’round here in quite some time.”
“I know, I’ve been really busy with school and everything. But, I was off for the weekend and decided it was about time I came up and saw you and grandma,” I replied with a smile. My grandpa had always been one of my favorite people to talk to, with his slight southern accent and soft smile the man was hard not to love.
“Well, sweet thang, I hate to tell ya, but your grandmotha had to run down to your aunt’s. I s’pose there was an emergency with work and your uncle had to take off for awhile. Diane went down there to help out with the kids for the weekend. I reckon you won’t get the see her, I’m sorry.” My grandpa looked down as he finished, sweeping the rest of the dust off of his boots with his fingers.
“It’s understandable. No need to be sorry, grandpa, that means more quality time with you!” I smiled really big, trying to make him feel better. I could tell that he was disappointed. He knew how much I was looking forward to see my grandma. “Now what can I help you with?”
“Well, I just finished with the evening’s chores, so that is taken care of. I’ll just go in the kitchen and fix us some supper. If you want you can help me with that. I figured spagetti would be good enough, whatcha think?”
“Sounds delightful, grandpa, I’d love to help.” We both headed towards the kitchen and prepared dinner together. We ate dinner out on the patio looking out at the pasture. It was a beautiful evening and you could faintly catch the smell of a spring storm coming. “Looks like its gonna rain tonight grandpa, everything okay with the animals?”
“They are all bunkered down for the night. They’ll be fine, doncha worry ’bout a thing sweetheart.” My grandpa smirked back at me. We headed inside and cleaned up dinner. I settled in on the couch to do an online assignment that I forgot about, it had to be submitted that night. My grandpa sat down in his big reclining chair, propped his feet up and grabbed the book he was working on. He had told me he didn’t mind reading while I worked on my homework. It was then that I realised the homework assignment that was due was a survey that had to be completed for my Mature Health class. The subject was mature, sexual health and we had each been assigned a man in his 60’s the interview. I looked at the clock, 9:37 pm. The assignment was due by 11 that night. There was no way I was going to be able to get a hold of my interviewee before then. I thought for a minute and then remembered my professor telling us that we didn’t have to use the assigned man, he was just trying to make it easier on us because I guess the questions got pretty personal. Lightbulb moment! It was perfect, my grandpa was sitting right across the room, he was an average 67 year old man. Perfect! My problem was solved.
“Hey grandpa, do you mind answering a few questions to help me with survey I have to finish before tonight? Its really important that I get it done on time. It is worth a big chunck of my grade. ” I looked up at him with puppy dog eyes, I knew he was a sucker for the puppy dog face.
“Anything for you sweetheart,” he said with a wink. I hadn’t preread the questions like I was supposed to because I’m lazy -but I realized I should’ve after it was too late. This was going to be interesting; these questions were beyond personal. The 1st slide appeared, “Warning -the following survey is to be administered by someone 18 years or over. Questions are highly sexual and can be offensive to some audiences. Wow, this will be interesting I thought.
“Ya ready Grandpa?” I asked shyly, really hoping he would say no.
“Of course dear, anytime you are.”
“Okay, there are 15 questions, it shouldn’t take too long.” I reassured both him and myself. “Question #1: How many sexual partners have you had in your lifetime? (Do not include molestation or rape)” I suddenly became very unsure if I wanted to continue interviewing my grandpa but when I slowly looked up at him after reading the first question he gave me a reassuring look as he calmly answered, “8, and I haven’t forgotten a single one!” Grandpa smiled at me and winked. I nervously laughed, still unsure of what I was doing.
“Alright, Question #2: How many active sexual partners do you currently have?” I wasn’t sure I wanted to know if my grandpa was cheating on my grandma. But, he confidently answered, “Only one.” Then my grandpa sighed -I didn’t know what to think of that sigh. “Good.”
I smiled at him. “Question #3: On average, how often do you currently have sexual intercourse?” Woah, I thought -I’m toast now. But, once again, my grandpa surprised me by looking me in the eyes as he answered, “Sadly, maybe once every two weeks if I’m lucky. Ever since your grandma went through menopause things have been a lot different.” For a second I felt bad for the poor man. He must be dying. I knew I was and it had only been five days since I had been fucked by my boyfriend -we have both been really busy with school and stuff. “I’m sorry, grandpa. That sounds rough.” “Not as rough as I like my sex!” He spurted back at me. Not expecting him to say something like that I blushed a little bit. “Oh, grandpa, so clever!” I said sarcastically.
“Question #4: Do you currently participate in oral sex or anal sex?” I braced myself for yet another sarcastic remark. “I don’t know what you are expecting me to say but I haven’t done either since before you were even born. I know.. I lead a sad, sad life.” Nothing like I anticipated. Wow, his life really did suck. “Wow, grandpa honestly I really respect you for remaining faithful to grandma.” I laughed. “Oh, don’t I’ve been really tempted to cheat many, many times in the last several years.” He smiled back at me. This wasn’t nearly as bad as I though it was going to be.
“Question #5: How many times out of 10 would you say you are fully satisfied after participating in sexual intercourse?” “Probably about 3 times out of 10.” Another straight forward answer from my grandpa.
“Alright then, Question #6: How often do you get sustainable erections without medical aid such as Viagra?” This was the first time I began to notice the bulge growing in my grandpa’s pants. It was actually getting kind of large. I was impressed. For the first time I saw a hint of my grandpa blushing -maybe he had caught me checking him out. Oh well. Shyly he answered, “At least once a day -sometimes more.” He immediately looked down after answering. I felt bad. “Don’t be ashamed -that is impressive for a man of your age.” I felt I had to tell him something to make him feel better and hey, it was impressive. I could tell he was still uneasy so I quickly moved on.
“Question #7: When was the last time you had an unmedicated, sustainable erection?” As soon as it came out of my mouth I wished it hadn’t. Great, I’m done. Grandpa isn’t going to answer anymore of my questions and I’m going to fail my assignment. But, yet again, I was proved wrong when he quickly and confidently answered, “I’m currently sustaining one.” I blushed. My eyes hadn’t deceived me but I didn’t expect him to be so blunt. My eyes were drawn to the even larger bulge in his pants. I then realized how horny I was and that it was my grandpa that was turning me on so much. I had to get this over with. This was so morally wrong -then why did it feel so right? No one would know, right? No Brittany. That is just gross -your grandpa? But his dick looked so huge contained in his shorts, suffocating. “Brittany? You okay?” The voice of my grandpa brought me back from the war going on in my head. “Wow, grandpa.” was all I could say.
Next question Brittany, get a hold of yourself for Christ’s sake! “Uhhmm, Question #8: How often do you masturbate to ejaculation when you get an erection?” Wow, that is forward I thought. A sly, mischievous grin swept across my grandpa’s face. “Nearly every time if I have anything to do with it.” He was looking me straight in the eyes. “After awhile my boner really starts to hurt if I haven’t given it some sort of relief. Right now I’m pretty much dying it hurts so bad.” I honestly didn’t know what to say for a moment. One part of me, currently the more dominant part, wanted my grandpa and the other part wanted to run away and never come back. The more dominant part won. “Well, I don’t want you to be in any sort of pain grandpa.” I tried to sound as level as I could. “When was the last time you got relief?” I asked. “About a week ago, for some reason I haven’t had the opportunity to drain my dragon -if you know what I mean.” We both laughed and my grandpa’s laughter on the subject made me grow bolder than I ever thought I could be.
“Well grandpa, we have a few questions left to go and I really don’t want you to be in pain any longer than you need to. I have almost 45 minutes until my survey has to be finished. If you wanna take care of business I have no problem with that.” I winked at my grandpa and he paused before he responded. “Well, I gotta be honest with ya sweetheart. I can’t masturbate without some sort of visual aid. I’ve kind of lost my imagination over the years. Normally your grandma is in the room with me or I sit out here and watch porn since this is the only TV we have in the house.” He hesitated, trying to read my response. “Well, I guess you can just do it out here then while I finish asking you these questions. That is, if its okay with you. You can do it under the blanket or something so I don’t see anything if you want.” My grandpa smiled as I spoke. “That sounds just great. But, like I said, I have to have some sort of visual aid. Would you mind masturbating under a blanket too? I think that is all I would need,” Without hesitation I agreed. I cannot believe I’m about to go down on myself in the same room with my masturbating grandfather.
I went into the hallway and grabbed two towels from the linen closet. I thought they would be better suited than blankets for this purpose. I handed one to my grandpa and then walked back over the couch with mine. Knowing he was watching my every move I set the towel down, faced away from my grandpa, unbuttoned my pants and slowly slid them over my curves, exposing my lace-clad ass for all to see. It made me even more horny to know that my grandpa was beating his dick off under a towel while watching me undress. I sat down on the couch, put one foot up on the arm of the chair and the other on the coffee table, then I draped the towel in between my legs.
God, I hadn’t realized how horny I was until just then. I pulled my shirt up, exposing my stomach, and ran my hands all over it. Each time my hands moved farther and farther down until I was rubbing both hands over my pussy, underneath my lace boy-shorts. Oh god I was so wet. I looked up and my eyes met my grandpa’s. Through the towel I could tell my grandpa’s dick had to be at least 6 inches, and man, he was jerking it hard and fast. My index finger found my clit and I started rubbing it fast and hard. Wow, that felt good. My left hand went underneath my shirt and starting massaging my D cup tits. A whispered, “Oh God” and a moan escaped my lips. I started bucking my hips in rhythm with the movement of my hands. My clothes were restricting my movements; I had to get them off. I stopped and my grandpa looked at me but didn’t say anything, he just kept stroking his cock like there was no tomorrow.
I was horny like I had never been horny before. Secretly I had always wanted to be with an old man, I just never thought of my grandpa. I stood up and the towel fell. Slowly I stripped myself of my shirt. I watched my grandpa’s face as I reached behind my back to undo the clasp to my bra. Teasingly I held my bra up after undo it and slowly removed each strap from my shoulders. I stood there for a second just using my bra to cover my breasts. Then, all of a sudden, I just let my bra fall. The expression on my grandpa’s face as he moaned sent me over the edge -I had to have him. I walked over to the chair he was sitting in. He didn’t move. I leaned over until my nose was an inch from my grandpa’s. “I love you grandpa.” I whispered. “I love you too sweetheart” was his reply. I leaned in farther and our lips met. I kissed my grandpa passionately and kissed his jaw and drug my teeth along his earlobe. After a bit I stood up again, right in front of my grandpa. I looped my thumbs underneath my panties. I moved my hips from side to side and gently pulled off my panties. My grandpa just stared and it turned me on so much.
Enough teasing, I thought, I need that dick inside me. Now. I walked over to him, removed the towel and stared at his nearly 7 inch, rock hard, old man cock. I put my lips around it, sucked him for a minute and then straddled his lap. Without asking, or warning him, I lowered my dripping wet pussy onto his prick. Once his dick was completely submersed in my pussy I kissed my grandpa and started to rock my hips, grinding my pelvis into his. I moaned softly as I rested my forehead on his wrinkled cheek, my lips only inches from his. My grandpa whispered into my hear, “You have the tightest pussy I’ve ever felt -it feels beyond amazing.” He then began bucking his hips in time with mine -forcing his dick to penetrate me even deeper.
“Grandpa,” I whispered, “fuck my pussy hard and fast, I want to feel your cum hit the walls of my pussy as I orgasm.” And that was it. My grandpa did not need anymore encouraging. The next thing I knew I was laying on my back on the coffee table with my grandpa leaning over me fucking me as hard and fast as he could. Experience and time had done wonders for him. Somehow he knew exactly how to thrust his dick in for maximum pleasure for the both of us. “God grandpa, you sure know how to fuck.” I smiled at him. “You should see me when I have the opportunity to take my time.” He winked. God, I sure hoped that I would be able to experience that some day. Grandpa continued to fuck me and he leaning over me further and flicked his tongue across my nipples, alternating between the two of them.
I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer at this rate. I screamed out as I wrapped my legs around my grandpa’s thrusting ass. “Fuck me grandpa! I want to feel your sticky, warm cum hit the wall of my teenage pussy! God.. FUCK ME GRANDPA OH GOD UNGGGGG!!” My head threw back, my body shook and my pussy pulsated as I orgasmed. The way my pussy was squeezing against my grandpa’s dick sent him over the edge. “God Brittany.. Fuck yes.. OH GOD OH DEAR GOD!” I felt squirt after squirt of warm grandpa cum inside my cunt -sustaining the best orgasm I’ve ever had for even longer. “Mmm grandpa..” I said softly. I looked up as he pulled out of me. We both laughed and each other. After a bit of silence my grandpa asked, “So, how ’bout that survey?” I smiled back at him, stood up, grabbed my computer and snuggled in with him on the chair. “Question #9:….”
