My sister was a year younger and we were joined at the hip for many years. At the end of the day, Ken slapped me on the back and said "good job! He asked if I liked him to feel my ass which shocked me a little but excited me too. I reached up with trembling hands and mimicked Ken's carress. I could feel the pressure of his long slender cock as it pushed its way into my ass. Thick at the base, which grew out of a silver tuft of hair that seemed trimmed, the beige hose tapered somewhat on the way to the glans, the shape of which looked ominous and obvious under the shroud. We have always been an immodest family and had no problem with being naked in front of each other. When we got upstairs she asked me to remove my clothing and put on this white thing with lots of straps. He began to suck my cock which made me realize just how hot and close to cumming that I was. My even more cracked response was "yes". There was a few blankets on a nearby shelf which Ken spread on the floor over some hay.
Her nose was pressed against my cheek. I let my eyes drop back down to Ken's crotch and the bulge in his crotch was more pronounced than before. The first went straight down in me, the second exploded from my mouth and the last two hit the roof of my mouth with enough force for me to feel it. Images began swirling through my head until I stopped on my summer at the strawberry farm. That was how that man and I met a couple of months ago, and while it wasn't romantic, it worked for me after he took me for a ride in his car. His lips were warm and sweet and he tasted good. An old bus would pick them up in the early morning and bring them back in the afternoon. He started to stroke the cheeks of my ass and said how soft and like silk my cheeks felt. Everyone loved Orle. It also seemed to stimulate him because when I began to cum I dropped like a stone onto his cock, swallowing it whole. I leaned down and took Ken's cock into my mouth. I became uncomfortable when Ken began to ask me about Gloria. I took a few wrong turns but finally I got onto the right country road. He gave my hands a tender kiss, and then another then he let them go. We got dressed and went back to work. In fact she came clean too. Yes sometimes I do Grandpa. I said if he would just let me cum I would squirt and squirt thick wads of cum. All spent, we all dropped to the floor and huddled into a mass. It was far different from the kiss with Gloria. You like?
Ken chocked on the unexpected load that I began to shoot into him. We were happy. I just kept saying that. In a 69 position that put his cock directly in front of me. My brother had worked picking strawberries for a few years. Maybe tomorrow when he's back we can all get together and see what happens. Boy, would I ever grandpa. We left the farm in 55 and even though I had spent a lot more time living elsewhere, the farm was always a special place. The pain continued but Ken kept going. I squeezed the base of his cock as hard as I could, pressing down on the area between the underside of his cock and his balls, and as I kept sucking, I knew it was happening. He asked me if I had kissed her yet. It was so long ago but the memory was still very vivid. It was my way of buying my way out of having them come with me. It was very casual but it took our relationship to a new level. Orle's underwear was filled to satiation but since they were boxers it was hard to see any definition. The more I thought about it the more obsessed I got with the images of that past afternoon. So that's the way we lived the last 20 years. A 4 cents a quart, a person picking quarts would make a whopping 4 dollars. Everyone loved Orle. An old bus would pick them up in the early morning and bring them back in the afternoon. It felf wonderful but I was embarrassed to allow my delight show. Ken proceded to feed us about half the quart that way. I opened my eyes and looked out at the rolling fields of the farm. Finished, we both slumped onto the blanket, exhausted. I slumped into the seat and lay my head against the window. It was depressing to see the place all overgrown with bushes and weeds and everything growing wild. I could see almost all of the farm from the hill. My sister was a year younger and we were joined at the hip for many years. He continued to ask me more questions.
I came in about a minute, and as self-induced orgasms go it was pretty good, and while I thought it perverse to be getting excited about by grandfather, I justified it by just looking at him as if he were like the two older men that had seduced me since I turned 18 in March. I drove in until I reached the turn in the driveway and stopped. At the edge of the property was a river that was big enough to fish in and play in. Tell me how that feels my big hard cocked boy. I got pretty good and could pick about 80 quarts a day. The cheerful couple for the world to see, while we discretely engaged with others on the side. I took a few wrong turns but finally I got onto the right country road. He spit on it one more time and with his hand firmly placed around the shaft, Orle slid it into me. Your sex education will be thorough and complete. But on to my first experience. I winced again and Ken stopped. Ken wrapped his arm around me and kissed me on the back of the neck. His cock wasn't getting much bigger, mercifully, but it was getting a little harder, and this inflamed me even more. Having had something to eat, we were ready to resume our lovemaking. A ridiculously fat vein that wandered to about halfway down the shaft only added to the character of his manhood. I was thrilled to have the chance to spend more time with Ken so I told him, "that would be great". Thick at the base, which grew out of a silver tuft of hair that seemed trimmed, the beige hose tapered somewhat on the way to the glans, the shape of which looked ominous and obvious under the shroud. My hand joined his, and as his spongy cock rubbed against my hard-on I felt it coming. Is it wrong that I like that mom? Ripples of energy shot through me as his big rough hands carressed my face. I'm not the kind of person who can sit still. I found myself abutting each of them. Even when the semen stopped flowing my dick still spasmed in his grip until I finally went limp. That was a lot of money back then. Do you like me doing that Alan? For some strange reason, I suddenly had a craving for some berries.
Images began swirling through my head until I stopped on my summer at the strawberry farm. I was now on my hands and knees with Orle's cock thumping in and out of me. That promted him to follow up with "Do you want to touch her? We went to a room in the barn that had some furniture in it and a few hay bales. Orle was every bit as attractive as Ken even though the two had totally different looks. I was elated and burst out with a definitive "alright! He pulled out a little then pushed back in further. Even though Grandpa was a small man physically, when your cock hangs down damn close to your knees, it's impressive. I looked all around and soaked in the flood of memories. I could see almost all of the farm from the hill. He spit on it one more time and with his hand firmly placed around the shaft, Orle slid it into me. I was startled by his question and I responded with a "Nooo" Ken detected the transition of my no into a question. Having had something to eat, we were ready to resume our lovemaking. Ken then moved his hand all the way up my thigh and brushed across my crotch. Emphasis on the "s". Before pulling them away he slowly slid them down my cheeks then around my neck. He was wearing widebrimmed straw hat which shaded his eyes but couldn't disguise his delight in seeing me.
Before we parted that day we kissed. Grandpa when he would call out that he was about to cum I would like to run over there and suck every drop of his cum and tell each of the boys that I would gladly suck down theirs as well. I opened my eyes and looked out at the rolling fields of the farm. After all, I wanted you to see me. It must have felt good to Ken as well because he arched his back and cooed in delight. I drove in until I reached the turn in the driveway and stopped. But when they did, I felt a surge of energy build in me and I gushed out, "OK". He had only pumped a few times when he pulled out. It started low in my balls and escalated at the speed of light up through me and into my cock which was being ravaged by Ken's mouth. The force of Ken's fucking was pushing me against Orle. Orle was rounder and more hirsute than Ken. I was already a bit too horny so I stopped myself. Ken questioned me about girls and when I told him that I had a girlfriend he began to ask about her. I swung myself around and allowed Ken to sit up and turn around. It wasn't the peeing, even though it was a sight to watch my grandfather pulling on his cock like it was elastic afterward, but it was his touch. We kept on kissing and writhing against each other for what seemed like an eternity.
To my right was a small grove of alder trees where my brother showed me how to set traps for rabbits. I came in about a minute, and as self-induced orgasms go it was pretty good, and while I thought it perverse to be getting excited about by grandfather, I justified it by just looking at him as if he were like the two older men that had seduced me since I turned 18 in March. I just sat there with my arms still outstretched, frozen with delight. I was already hard but Ken was still soft. Ken was amazingly good looking and after having his cock in my mouth, I couldn't get the urge to go at it again, out of my mind. And that was something that was easy to do when you lived on a dirt road with a muddy stream to play in. I looked all around and soaked in the flood of memories. I love my Grandfather's Cock Part 1 from 1 Author: But what really got my attention was hanging between Grandpa's legs, and when I say hanging that's exactly what I mean. It was very casual but it took our relationship to a new level. I sat in the car for a few minutes then reversed out of the driveway. I wasn't quite finished cuming when I felt a warm spray of cum bathing the back of my throat and sliding down into my stomach. His cock was like granite and it stayed that way. His cock was still hard and pressed between my asscheeks. When his cock was revealed it landed between our engaged faces and lodge on the bridge of our noses. My sister was a year younger and we were joined at the hip for many years. In the car I had a blanket and a cooler with pop in it. He pressed on it with one finger until it split in half revealing the strawberry stem. I was already a bit too horny so I stopped myself. I hadn't seen my brother in a few years and we stayed up late in the night catching up on things. A nice breeze was blowing in the window and cooling the room down. This story is completely fictional! Picking berries was hard work. I was afraid to tell him that I jack off at least two or three times a day.
Shall we go show grandpa your new outfit? I lay back and let the clouds float by. I still had some energy left so I moved down to Ken and Orle's crotches and sucked the last remaining life out of each of them. He was about ready to deposit his load and judging from his king size balls, I was sure it was going to be a big one. His cock was still hard and pressed between my asscheeks. His body seemed to mold all around me and I could feel his rock hard cock as it speared its way into my crotch. As I recollected my days at the berry farm, I began to relive the day that one of the old men failed to show for work. Familiar scenes from a far away time began to dance by the car as I neared the turn in the road where the driveway was. I got along well with them and didn't want to do anything to get on their bad side. Ken and I got close enough to touch the head of Orle's cock with our tongues. It makes me feel funny in a way but really good. I tried to emulate the action that Ken was performing on my cock. I drove a ways down the road, turned around and drove back to the top of the hill overlooking the property. I found myself abutting each of them. Spending all day in the sun and wind for years had turned his skin into a deeply tanned, well lined specimen. Ken clasped my face in his hands as he had done before and leaned in to kiss me. We started at 6 in the morning and didn't stop until noon.
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