Entertainment For the Old Man

At the age of 27, Melanie Hunt, soon to be Melanie Weiss, was living a dream. She had just started interning at a medical college, hoping to be a nurse. She was engaged to marry her high school sweetheart, Steve Weiss. Everyone who met Steve commented on his gorgeous fiance, and how she was so beautiful she could be in movies or magazines. And indeed, Melanie was a sight to behold. Standing 5'8'', with long dark hair, large green eyes, and a smile that could melt any heart. But what people always noticed the most about her was her long, muscular legs and tight bubble butt. She had studied ballet as a child and been a sprinter in high school, moulding her body from the waist down into a work of art. Whenever Steve heard people praise her beauty, he could not help but chuckle. What no one else knew was that Melanie had, in fact, worked as a stripper while in college. She had only worked there for afew months-while the money had been good, enough to pay for a full semester's tuition and living expenses, she had just been too afraid that someone from her family might find out. She had been brought up in a rather conservative household, and had always been told never to use her looks to get what she wanted. She still practiced her old dance moves in the privacy of their apartment sometimes, and Steve had asked her to show him her old routine many times. But she had always refused, saying she wanted to leave that silly and shameful time in her life behind her. But Melanie had never dared tell Steve the real truth: the reason she would not dance for him like she used to was because she was ashamed of the way she had enjoyed her time onstage. She had felt empowered and confident to know that all those strange men were watching her, lusting for her and imagining her. They had all been putty in her hands, and she had loved every moment of it. Steve had a large family, and Melanie got along with all of them very well. His parents in particular were so proud that they're son had gotten involved with such a smart and beautiful girl. What they loved especially was that Melanie seemed so quiet and reserved, not at all like the tramps they had always warned they're son to avoid. But they had not seen the way Melanie occassionally met the eyes of some stranger admiring her long legs, the way she would smile slyly or tug at her skirt. She always felt guilty after such displays, but she told herself it was only natural. What woman didn't like knowing that other men found her attractive? The only member of Steve's family that she never seemed able to connect with was Steve's grandfather, or "Gramps" as everyone in the family called him. Steve's grandfather was in his mid 80's, living in a rest home. She had seen pictures of him in his youth, and Steve resembled him a great deal, though Gramps had been rather taller and more burly, with a muscular chest and arms that probably came from a life of manual work. He was in a wheelchair most of the time, although he could walk on his own it filled everyone with dread to see his trembling, stumbling gait. Even though he seemed barely coherent at times, Melanie was sure that he was all-together mentally. She had seen occassional flashes of intelligence and self awareness behind his eyes. In particular, she had noticed the way that he looked at her. She couldn't help but blush on those occassions that Gramps had caught sight of her in a pair of tight jeans or a whispy skirt. She had seen his eyes glaze over and his chest rise and fall with his breathing. She told herself it was silly to be so emberassed. After all, Gramps was in his 80's, he had probably not been with a woman in ages, if he could even manage at all. And besides, it was perfectly all right for a man to look at an attractive woman, even if she was engaged to his grandson. And even though she tried not to think about it, she had to admit, seeing Gramps reaction to her brought back some of that old thrill she had experienced on stage. Lately though, Steve had to work late in his office. He had been pulling a lot of late nights lately, as he was on a fast track to a promotion that would carry a considerably larger salary. Melanie was glad that he had this opportunity, but missed him so badly. He had to travel alot lately, and they rarely had any time together anymore. They had not had a chance to sleep together in almost two months, as Steve was always so exhausted when he got him that he collapsed to sleep immediately. Melanie was trying to be supportive, but with each day it seemed the itch between her legs got worse and worse. At times, she actually felt angry at him for ignoring her so, and thought back to her days as a stripper when she saw the drooling looks the men in the audience threw her. "God," she thought to herself, "how many of them would have dropped everything and rushed home for a chance to sleep with me!" But she always chided herself after, knowing that her fiance was only trying to do what was best for both of them. One particular day while he was away, Steve called her at home and asked her to pay a visit to Gramps in the rest home. Steve's parents were away on a second honeymoon, and they did not like to have Gramps all alone with no one to talk to for so long. Melanie agreed, but was reluctant to be alone with the lecherous old man. She went over to the home and checked in at the front desk. When she made her way up to the door of Gramps' apartment, she was startled to hear the sounds of struggling within. She tore the door open and bolted inside to find Gramps in the livingroom, struggling to pull himself up off the floor. He had fallen out of his wheelchair, and who knew how long he had been laying there? "Oh my God, Gramps!" Melanie gasped as she darted forward and knelt down to help the old man up. He wrapped his arms around her neck and held as she flexed her strong legs to pull him up to his feet. He repeatedly slipped from her grasp, and she found herself having to hold him tighter and tighter to keep a grip. Eventually she managed to help him back up to his wheelchair, but as she straightened to stand up her breasts moved near his face. Gramps placed a hand firmly at the back of her neck and held her there, her luscious tits almost brushing against his face. Melanie blushed bright red and tried to pull away, but was surprised at how strong the old man's hands were. Then she became aware that in they're struggle to get him up, he had placed his other hand on her ass, and now he was moving that hand up and down, stroking its round curves under her jeans. She tried again to straighten up, but again Gramps held tight and refused to let her budge. And now he pulled her closer, her pillowy breasts brushing against his face. Melanie cringed as she felt his hot breath through her tank top and mentally cursed herself for not wearing a bra, feeling her nipples stiffen at this old man's hot breath and stubbly face brushing against them. "Stop" she whimpered and placed her hands against his shoulders, trying to push herself away from him. But instead his strong grip pulled her closer, her dark hair spilling over his shoulders as he pulled her head close. "I saw you dance..." he whispered in her ear. "What?" she gasped as Gramps' groping hand tightened on her ass. "Some of the old fellows and I went out for a birthday party...we went to a strip club for a good time...I saw you there..." he said into her ear, his breath tinging against her earlobe. "You were the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen...even my wife couldn't compare...Steve is such a fool for leaving you alone so much...I'd give anything to get between you're..." "Okay Gramps, enough." she said firmly and straightened up. This time his grip on her relaxed, allowing her to pull away from him. She looked down at him in his chair-he was totally coherent now. Melanie saw that his eyes were practically blazing, taking in every inch of her. And that he was looking her up and down and licking his lips like an animal stalking its prey. Melanie did her best not to flush with embarassment. "You're just a filthy old man!" Melanie said as she turned to leave, but quick as a flash Gramps hand had darted out and grasped her wrist. She had been pulled back to him and her trembling hand was forced down to his crotch. Melanie gasped as she felt the throbbing bulge in his pants, easily larger and harder than Steve had ever been for her. For a moment, she found herself almost mesmerized, her fingers slowly moving about to caress the rock hard cudgel she felt beneath them. She heard Gramps take a trembling breath, and it brought her back to reality. She yanked her hand away. She looked down at him and saw him smiling up at her smugly. "A filthy old man..." she repeated breathlessly. "And you're the most desparate piece I've ever seen!" Gramps said harshly. He pushed his wheelchair forward a couple of inches, causing Melanie to back away, suddenly realizing how her legs were trembling, her thighs rubbing together. "You're on fire and need it bad. I bet you lay awake at night imagining a real man..." she didn't stay for the rest. She turned to run out of his apartment, but as she turned the doorknob she heard him call out "Just remember sweetie, you know where to find me!" In the hallway, Melanie stood with her back against the door, trembling and sobbing to herself. Her nipples were threatening to rip through the material of her tank top, her breasts rising and falling with her heavy breathing. Her legs were trembling, and she now became aware that a small amount of love juice had crept from between her thighs into her panties. She groaned with humiliation and covered her face with her hand. But even now, she could still feel that steely pole throbbing beneath the fingers of that hand. "So, being dirty with Old Man Weiss I see!" a harsh voice broke her from her trance. Melanie looked around to see an old woman, probably around Gramps' age, standing nearby. She had a knowing smile on her face and looked Melanie over like she was a zoo animal. Melanie wiped away her tears and tried to compose herself. "I don't know what you're talking about." she insisted. "No point in hiding it missy, we all know what he's like." the old woman said and came forward to pat Melanie on the shoulder. "He's a mean old monster. But God, you'll never have any better!" Her tears stopping suddenly, Melanie turned to the old woman and looked at her, shocked. "What do you mean?" she asked. "You mean you' have had him yet? Oh, poor little missy, be thankful! Come along, some of the girls and I are about to have coffee, we'll tell you all about him!" Melanie accompanied the old woman to her apartment, where a group of other old lady's were all gethered, enjoying cookies and coffee. They gossipped openly, and Melanie was shocked to learn that Gramps had quite a history! The pictures she had seen of him as a handsome young man hadn't lied. In his youth, Gramps, or "Old Man Weiss" as these women called him, had been quite the stud! There was hardly a beauty in town he hadn't had at least once. Many of them had already been married when he took them for the first time, but even they're wedding vows could not stop them from enjoying the pleasures Gramps introduced them do. Many of them were proud and willfull women who came crawling back to him, begging for another chance at his cock. And what a cock! Apparently Gramps was incredibly well endowed, at least a foot long and incredibly thick. "A foot long!" Melanie thought to herself in amazement. Steve wasn't even half that big! And what she had felt beneath his pants had not been so large, he must not have been completely hard for her! "God, what would he have been like if I had teased him?" she wondered, and them immediately scolded herself for such a horrible thought. Melanie drove back to the apartment she shared with Steve in a daze, her mind rushing with the story's those old women had told her. Unconsciously, her thighs rubbed together, coaxing a small amount of her juices out of her. Once she was home, she immediately ran into the shower, yanking her clothes off and leaving them scattered across the floor as she made her way to the bathroom. When she was underneath the pelting water, she began to feel a little calmer and less filthy. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned against the shower wall, sobbing quietly to herself. After a while, without realizing it, she began sway a little, bumping her hips the way she used to when she danced onstage. Her mind crept back to what Gramps had said: "I saw you dance..." She remembered the thrill it had always given her to know that these other men were looking up at her, lusting and wishing they could have her. She had felt so powerful and confident then, not like the scared child she had been in front of Gramps today. She began to shake her hips a little more, flexing her muscular thighs and closed her eyes, imagining. She pictured herself back onstage, strutting her stuff and showing off the way she used to. She imagined the looks of all those men watching her. Only now, she imagined Gramps was there! She pictured herself locking eyes with him across the room, meeting his lustful gaze with her own. She imagined throwing him a knowing look and then reaching down, cupping her own perfect breasts, stroking her body, and finally moving her hand down to the waistband of her outfit, her fingers teasing at it as if promising him... Melanie shook out of her daydream and looked down, horrified to realize that she had really been touching herself. She had been imagining showing off and teasing her fiance's own grandfather! A filthy old man who had taken advantage of her that very afternoon! She gave a low groan of shame and lowered her head. She tried so hard to thrust it out of her head, but she just could not shake that wicked feeling of wondering what it would be like to have Gramps drooling over her teasing body. The next two days while she waited for Steve to return were a nightmare for Melanie. As she tried to sleep, her imagination went wild. She pictured herself over and over, flaunting her body in front of Gramps, teasing him and driving him wild. Only now, he would actually take action himself! He would get up out of his wheelchair, he would take her in his strong arms, she would wrap her arms and legs tight around him while she arched up to get that foot long pole those old lady's had talked about into her. Each time she had woken up from her fantasy to discover she had been touching herself, imagining that it was Gramps hands fondling her and fingering her slit. When Steve finally arrived home, Melanie threw herself at him. "Oh Steve, I missed you so much baby!" she cooed as she kissed him passionately. Steve was amazed, as Melanie had never been so agressive, openly displaying her desire for him. The drive home was a blurr, with Melanie stroking his stiffening cock through his pants while she whispered all the things they were going to do once they were home. When they scrambled into they're bedroom, he was even further astonished as Melanie practically tore his clothes off and then shoved him back onto the bed. He gawked as she stood at the foot of the bed and slowly, seductively stripped her own clothes off. She even broke out a few of her old dance moves, rolling her body and swaying her hips as she dropped her panties and yanked her top off. When she climbed onto the bed with him, Steve's cock was standing stiffly at attention. As Melanie wrapped her fingers around it, she could not help but notice that not even the head showed over her fist. No matter, she mounted her fiance and slipped his tiny member into her, desparate for relief. But almost as soon as he was inside her squeezing snatch, Steve whimpered and thrust up in an orgasm, shooting his small load and then collapsing onto his side asleep. Melanie crouched over him, her jaw dangling in disbelief. How could he leave her high and dry like this! Biting her lip, Melanie rolled onto her back next to her snoring fiance and reached down, teasing her slit and drifting back into the fantasies she was becoming so well acquainted with now. She closed her eyes and pictured herself using her body to drive Gramps into a frenzy, and being rewarded with mind shattering orgasms. As a small amount of love juice began to leak from between her legs, Melanie sighed and whispered softly to herself "Fuck me...fuck me...oooh God Gramps...fuck me!" A day later, Gramps was sitting alone in his apartment watching television. But he was not really watching the tv. In truth, his mind was drifting back to that eventful day when his grandson's gorgeous fiance had visisted him. The last few days had been difficult for him, as he kept picturing the gorgeous Melanie and imagining the things he would love to do to her. Each night he had only managed to get to sleep after wacking off, fantasizing about taking his grandson's beautiful fiance over and over. When the knock came at the door, it startled him, as he had been half asleep, his hand unconsciously stroking his half-hard on through his pants. He pushed his chair to the front door as the knocking got louder and more insistent. "All right, hold on!" he grumbled. When he opened the door, he was startled to see none other than his grandson's fiance standing there. She was dressed rather strangely, wearing a long black coat and broad hat that were meant for cold weather, even though it was the middle of summer now. She was also wearing a pair of sunglasses, even though she was indoors. Before he could say two words she brushed past him, barging into his apartment with a very determined stride. As she moved past him, he noticed she was carrying a small stereo in her hand. "Lock the door!" she ordered very sternly. Not quite sure what to expect, but thrilled at the chance to see her gorgeousness again, Gramps did as she instructed. He rolled himself back into the livingroom just in time to see Melanie pulling the blinds on the window shut. She turned to face him. "This place is soundproof, right?" she said, still very sternly. Gramps nodded his head, for indeed the apartments were soundproofed as many of the other old folks suffered nightmares and cried out in they're sleep. He had been glad for it too, for he had made some noise in his own sleep lately, moaning and groaning as he imaged the woman standing before him now. But he could not help but be taken aback by her behavior. Never had he seen her be so commanding, barking orders like a drill sergeant. She had always been so shy and reserved, even on that eventful afternoon. Now, it seemed as if someone had poured an extra cup of confidence into her. "I've been thinking about what you said to me, you dirty old man!" Melanie said harshly. Gramps actually flinched at how agressive she sounded! "Saw me dancing, huh? Did you like what you saw?" Gramps found himself unable to answer, his throat had gone dry at her confrontational manner, the way she so immediately demanded answers to such revealing questions from him. Melanie reached up and yanked her sunglasses off, and Gramps' jaw dropped to see how heavily she had made herself up; her eyes well displayed with eyeliner and pencil. She had a cunning look in those beautiful green eyes, like she knew a secret no one else knew. It was the look she had worn onstage when he saw her..."Well, answer me!" she barked. "Did you like what you saw?" Gramps gulped in a throat that had suddenly gone dry. Slowly he managed to nod his head. "Oh yes...God you were so beautiful Mel..." he finally manager to murmer, but before he could finish Melanie reached up and tossed off the hat she was wearing, revealing that her gorgeous black hair had been done in a pair of pigtails. She unbuttoned the long coat she was wearing and let it drop from her body. Instantly Gramps felt a rush of manhood surge into his cock, making it hard as a rock. She was wearing a pair of thigh high boots that perfectly accentuated her long, muscular legs, a super-short skirt that barely reached past the top of her thighs, and a white button-up shirt that was tied across her torso, leaving her taut stomach exposed. Melanie smiled mischeviously at Gramps gaping reaction to her outfit, and she cocked her hips, placing one hand on them. "Since you liked it so much, I thought you might enjoy a private performance." she said, and pressed the play button on the stereo she had brought with her. A light rap rythm began to pump from it, and Melanie started to dance for Gramps. The old man's heart pounded in his chest, and for a second he wondered if he might have a heart attack, but quickly thrust the idea aside in favor of what was going on right in front of him. "What a way to go!" he thought with a chuckle. Melanie's heart was pounding too. Never had she done anything so completely wicked and naughty, and she was loving every moment! That dazed, blown away look on Gramps' face filled her with confidence, making her feel sexy and powerful. It was a fantasy come true for both of them, and Melanie broke out all of her old strip club moves and even improvised a bit. She turned her back to Gramps as she bent over, her skirt unable to cover her. Gramps took a long, hissing breath at the sight of her perfectly round, firm, g-string wearing ass. Melanie smiled over her shoulder as she undid her skirt and let it slide down her legs, kicking it away. "Like my ass, you dirty old man?" she asked him mockingly. The old man could only nod his head eagerly. "You'd like to put your cock there, wouldn't you? I've never let Steve do that to me...how would you like to be the first?" She enjoyed mocking Gramps with her questions, but she still felt her heart skip a beat when he reached down to grasp the growing bulge at his crotch. Turning to him, she strutted in closer as she undid the knot of the shirt and let it fall loose. Standing directly in front his his chair, she allowed him to reach up and put his hands on her hips, then slide them up slowly, but before he could cup her delicate breasts she flung the dangling shirt aside, revealing she wore no bra. Gramps' eyes bulged at the site of Melanie's perfect tits, and then way she reached up and cupped them, fingering her own nipples. His head was throbbing as he took in the magnificent sight. "Think I lay awake dreaming of a real man, huh? Think you're the one who can show me what real man is? Why don't you get on up and prove it!!" Melanie could hardly believe the naughty words coming out of her own mouth, and even more could not believe how much she was enjoying ever moment of this! And then, much to her surprise, he did! Gramps stood up like a bolt from his wheelchair, faster than she ever would have expected. His arms coiled around her, his hands immediately clapping with a loud smack onto her quivering ass cheeks. He held her tight against him with his strong arms and dove into a powerful kiss, his tongue immediately slipping from his lips to probe her mouth. Melanie felt her legs nearly go limp under her as she responded in kind, her arms tightening around Gramps neck and her own tongue teasing his own. Gramps grinded against her, and Melanie's heart fluttered at the feel of the steel pole rubbing against her dropping womanhood. In an instant she brought her legs around Gramps hips, and much to her shock his legs were strong enough to hold up the both of them. His hands kept squeezing at her ass till his proving fingers found her hole. Melanie broke their passionate kiss to give a loud gasp and then she panted breathlessly into his ear "Fuck...fuck...fuck me! Fuck me Gramps! I want you're giant cock inside me! I need it so bad!" she near screeched as Gramps made his way to the bedroom, carrying her wrapped around him. "Oh Melanie baby, I've been dreaming about you so much! Steve is such a fool for leaving you all alone! You should be getting hammered every night by someone who knows how!" Gramps panted as he dropped her down onto the bed. He yanked her g-string away roughly, though leaving her boots on her legs. Gramps eyes glazed as he beheld the sight of Melanie's perfect, tight, oozing pussy for the first time. It was even more beautiful than he had imagined! He looked into her eyes, and Melanie gazed back in shock as she realized his intention. Gramps smiled smugly as he lowered his head, realizing he would be the first to eat this woman's perfect pussy out. As he lowered his face between her legs, Melanie's eyes bulged and she started to stammer, suddenly not feeling as in control as she had been. "Oh God! Wait, I've never done that before, I don't know what to...to...to...oooooooh Godddddd!" she groaned loudly as Gramps probing tongue darted between her cuntlips. Instantly she began to secrete a steady stream of delicious lubricant, and Gramps slurped it up greedily as Melanie writhed above him. Her cries of pleasure drove Gramps on and he sucked harder at her pussy, feeling her thighs actually start squeezing at his head, her hands pressing on the back of his skull as she ground herself against his face. Melanie threw her head from side to side, her pig-tailed hair whipping around her. Steve had requested that they do this many times, but she had always refused, considering it too filthy to even imagine. Now, with Gramps on top of her, eating her out, all concerns about her family, about Steve, about being a faithful wife were completely gone. All she could think of was the man pleasuring her, driving he to the most mind-shattering orgasm she had ever experienced. When she came trembling against him, Melanie gave Gramps' head a final push with her hands, a final squeeze with her thighs, and then collapsed back against the mattress. When Gramps straightened up over her, he was surprised to see Melanie look back at him with a wild, ravenous look in her eyes. "More! More!" she panted up at him, her luscios tits heaving as she breathed. "Oh no sweetie, now its you're turn to do me!" Gramps said as she stripped his remaining clothes off. Melanie's eyes widened when she realized what he meant, and they practically popped from the sockets when Gramps pulled his underwear off, the massive tool inside springing out for her to see. Gramps smiled at the shocked look on her face, and he handled his cock for her. "Bet you've never seen one like this before, have you?" he teased. Melanie shook her head, lost for words. She felt nervous suddenly, now that she was the one gaping in awe and being teased. "Come on sweetie, I ate you, its only fair..." Gramps mocked her. The turn of events, with him mocking her now and goading her on gave her some fresh inspiration, and she Melanie became determined to be the one in control again. When she got to her knees, her tits jiggled, and she heard Gramps take a long breath and saw his cock quiver with excitement. It brought back her confidence of before, and instead of walking on her knees, as she had intended, she got onto all fours. She crawled across the floor, her tits swaying beneath her. She pawed at his legs like a cat, savoring the way he trembled at her touch. When she straightened up, his steel hard cock brushed her face, and Gramps gave a long moan of pleasure. Melanie wrapped her fingers around it, and was amazed at how incredibly hard and hot it was-she could literally feel it pulsating under her fingers. This was all so much more vivid than any of her forbidden dreams had been. She looked up at Gramps, and he smiled down at her, despite how much he was trembling. "Oh Gramps..." she sighed as she stroked it, teasing him once again, "Its sooooo big! Steve's is like a little toy compared to you. Where do you get it from?" Gramps had sweat collecting on his forehead, and Melanie's heart was pounding as she prepared to do something she had never done before. Gramps groaned and nearly fell back against the wall when tongue darted out to brush his head. Melanie looked up in surprise-Steve had requested this before, but she had always refuesd. Now, she found it wasn't so bad and she was thrilled with the strong reaction it drew. Deciding to see what else she could do to drive Gramps wild, she slowly rolled her tongue out and ran it along the length of his throbbing pole and began to plant wet, lip smacking kisses all over it. Gramps groaned and trembled and, amazingly, she felt the throbbing pole in her hand grow harder still, swelling in her grip! Melanie darted her tongue out and teased Gramps' balls with it, and he actually cried out in pleasure. She drew back for a moment to look up at him, and using her best innocent expression she asked "Am I doing all right?" "God yes...yes...you're a natural sweetie, don't stop!" he urged her. When he opened his eyes and looked down into hers, Melanie smiled and whispered up to him "I want you to know I've never done this for Steve...you're my first." and with that she dove in, wrapping her lips around as much of Gramps pole as she could get into her mouth. The sound of his moan of ecstasy was music to her ears, and she was surprised to find that she found the feel of his cock in her mouth to be a huge turn on. She was startled when Gramps took a hold of one of her pig tails and started to push against her face, forcing more of his cock into her mouth. Melanie almost gagged as she felt it spear into her throat, and she pressed her hands against Gramps' thighs, trying to push him away. Then she looked up into his eyes and saw the fierce, blazing look as he face fucked her, and she knew she had to draw more out of him. She slide her hands around him and gripped his ass, trying her best not to choke. She felt Gramps tremble uncontrollably against her. "Oh God...I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna cum sweetie, right down yer throat! Oh God, here it comes!" he panted. But then, much to Gramps dismay, Melanie pulled away hard, letting his cock slip from her lips with a slurping sound. She gripped it tight as he shot his cum onto her face. She winced at the feel of it, and then gave a squeel of pain as he tugged roughly on the pigtail he was grasping. "Why did you do that you little tramp?" Gramps demanded as he pulled her gently to her feet. "I was going to cum straight down you're..." but he was silenced when Melanie threw herself against him, they're body's smacking back against the wall. He returned her kiss passionately and gripped her ass cheeks, astonished at how perfect they were. When she broke the kiss she looked into his eyes hungrily. "Because I want it in my pussy first!" she told him. This statement drained all the annoyance Gramps had just felt toward her, and he clutched Melanie close as they both writhed they're way over to the bed, sharing hungry, ravenous kisses. They fell back onto the mattress, and as Gramps prepared to mount her Melanie drew her legs open and scooted her ass forward in anticipation. When the burning hot tip of the cockead touched her pussylips, Melanie cried out and snapped her legs tight around the old man. He gasped, and for a moment she was afraid she had knocked the wind right out of him. Her worries vanished when he began to inch his way into her, bit by bit of his steel hard pole spreading her. Melanie threw her head back and moaned in ecstasy and tightened her legs around Gramps. When he had finally worked his entire length into her, he rested against hera moment, panting. "Is this bigger than Steve's prick, sweetie?" he asked tauntingly into her ear. Her response was to clench her thighs, squeezing his cock with her cunt muscles. It was all the encouragement he needed. Slowly he began to slide his cock in and out of her squeezing snatch. She sighed and moaned under him, clenching her strong legs rythmically against him with each thrust. When he started to pant heavily, wearing himself out, he felt Melanie's fingernails slide down the flesh of his back and then dig into his ass as she gripped tight. "Do it harder!" she commanded into his ear. He was only too happy to oblige her, drawing back till only the tip of his cockhead remained in her, then slamming forward so hard and fast that the headboard of his bed knocked against the wall, his balls smacked against her ass, and Melanie gave a yelp of surprise. It was like a rocket going off-instantly she was humping up to meet each poweful thrust. Melanie bit down first onto her own lip, then onto the flesh of his shoulder before finally letting loose her moans of ecstasy. She had never been taken so hard and rough, like an animal in heat. They're body's came together in a perfect fucking machine, as if they had been sharing a bed for years. They hammered each other harder and harder, trying to match each other. Melanie felt her walls start to clunch tighter at Gramps thrusting pole, and she held him even closer as her body rocketed into the most incredible orgasm she had ever experienced in her life. She moaned into the air, and as she came down from the heights of pleasure she gasped into Gramps ear with each thrust: "So...so...much...better...than...Steve!" This final statement of his potency drove Gramps over the edge as well, as he curved his back to thrust forward one final time, pushing as far into his flaming lover as he could and finally unleashing his load deep into her. All through the rest of that day and all through that night, it went like this. The bed in Gramps retirement home apartment creaked and strained, nearing the point of collapse from the awesome action taking place on it. Each time the humping activity stopped, Melanie had found herself with her arms and legs wrapped tight around Gramps. At first, the heels of her thigh high boots had dug into his ass when she held him tight. Later, after she had removed them, she took to placing her feet flat against his bottom, gripping tight as she tried desparately to get every inch he had into her, to squeze out every drop of potent seed he had to give. And they did not just confine themselves to the bed! Melanie was delighted to find that not only was Gramps far more well endowed than Steve, but he was also far more knowledgable. He introducede her to positions and experiences she had never imagined before. She had never done a 69 before, or had stand up sex against the wall. They wrestled each other on the floor, they're body's acquiring burns from the rug. They slid into the shower where Melanie had found the feel of the water pouring on them just enhanced the experience. His stamina amazed Melanie; for a man of his age, Gramps was like a machine. She had never had sex so many times in such a short period. She had thought she could never again experience an orgasm like the first one's that Gramps had drawn from her, but soon found he was perfectly capable of repeat performances, again and again. When morning came the next day, Melanie once again donned her long black coat to cover herself. She needed it especially since she no longer had her g-string to wear under her skirt-Gramps was keeping it as a souvinere. On the way home, Melanie stopped at a local mall and went into two particular stores. First, she went into a music and CD shop, picking out some good music to dance to. Then she took her time browsing in a lingerie store. She smiled to herself as she picked out her outfit, already planning for her next performance. Only this time, it would be on more familiar ground for her, as she and Gramps had decided to take advantage of Steve's business trip next week. Next time, Melanie was going to entertain and get fucked by Gramps right on her own bed. 36789 2.76/512345