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*Aww then I guess I'll have to try my poutyface.
*Aww then I guess I'll have to try my poutyface.
**Oh I forgot to sign --[[User:IBAgeneva|IBAgeneva]] 20:58, 2 July 2010 (UTC)
**Oh I forgot to sign --[[User:IBAgeneva|IBAgeneva]] 20:58, 2 July 2010 (UTC)
== I gave you a  welcome message, dammit! ==
And you repay me by being a faggot? Shame on you!--[[User:Trombonista|trombonista]] 22:30, 8 July 2010 (UTC)


== I gave you a  welcome message, dammit! ==
== I gave you a  welcome message, dammit! ==


And you repay me by being a faggot? Shame on you!--[[User:Trombonista|trombonista]] 22:30, 8 July 2010 (UTC)
And you repay me by being a faggot? Shame on you!--[[User:Trombonista|trombonista]] 22:30, 8 July 2010 (UTC)

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Buddy, buddy, buddy

You aren't Geneva. if you were Geneva you'd be shitting your pants remembering last time. DrShoggoth 06:24, 7 July 2010 (UTC)

Me and Grandma

Part 1

As far back as I remember I have l always been attracted to older women. So it comes as no surprise that I am fixated with my grandmother. I think it all started when she came to visit when I was 9 years old. I came home from school and made a dash to the bathroom. I was fixed to bust. I opened the door and rushed in and came to face with my grandmother's pussy. She had just finished showering.

The image that I saw that day has stayed with me all my life. I am now 19 and my grandmother is 72. She is an elegant lady. With a body that many a young girl would die for. Grandma Francis is about 5.7 and close to 110 lbs. having led an active life she is still firm and well built. While not being overly endowed on top, she does have a great pair of legs. Only now are some blue lines starting to show. She still swims regularly and I have seen her in her bathing suit.

Shortly after that visit 10 years ago my grandfather passed away. Soon after that Francis moved to be close to us. She lives in the next street from our house. During the decade that passed I took every opportunity to visit. Grandmother took to calling me her little man. As I was always there when anything needed to be done. You know what teenage boys will do to gain favor with the object of their sexual desire. Over the years I have managed to catch her in various states of undress. I knew it was wrong but I wanted her body. The only problem was how to get it.

My grandmother was fairly prim and proper, active in the local church and a volunteer for many of their functions; a totally respectable member of our community. I could see no way to fulfill my desires. I wanted nothing more than to place my self between here exquisite legs and fuck her senseless.

Part 2

I arrived home one day to a discussion between my parents. To cut a long story short my grandmother required a driver. She had never leaned to drive. Francis had volunteered to help setup the local church hall for a social function. Both my parents were busy that night. I agreed to pick her up and drop her off to the hall and call back a few hours later to take her home. My folks were quite pleased with me for solving their problem.

I called my grandmother to make arrangements. I would pick her up at 6pm and drop her off at the church hall. The organization of the social function would take a few hours. So I agreed to pick her up at 11.30 to take her home.

It was mid July and the weather was fairly balmy. I pulled up at my grandmother's drive at 5.30. Knocking on her door she opened it. Francis was wearing a blue patterned dress that was belted at the waist. Flowing down freely and loosely to a hem about an inch below the knee. As she stood by the door an errant gust of wind occurred, lifting her dress to show a generous amount of thigh.

"Hello my little man," my grandmother said.

I tried to hide the bulge in my jeans.

"You're early sweetie, can I offer you a cool drink?"

I thanked her and accepted.

We indulged in some small talk as I took the drink that was offered.

"Well sweetie I think we had better be off," Grandmother said.

We left her house and I went to the car, holding the door open for Francis to enter. She hitched up her dress and stepped in exposing her crutch. I was hot. I wanted to drive to a secluded spot and fuck her. I was however still in control and instead drove her to the church hall. On our arrival she leaned over and attempted to kiss me on the cheek. Pretending awkwardness I moved my head so that our lips touched. She did not seem to notice.

"Thank you! My little man. See you in a few hours!" she said

I was ready to burst. Having actually kissed my grandmother on the lips. I watched her walk away from me on the blue high heels she was wearing. Having seen her thighs with the gust of wind, her crutch as she stepped into the car, tasting her lips as she left. I was on the verge of loosing total control. I decided to go to a party that I knew was happening. Maybe I could get lucky and relieve the pressure in my loins.

Part 3

I had spent a number of hours at the party. Indulged in a few joints. Non of the girls at the party interested me. I was fixated on a woman, an older woman. Man I was really stoned. Checking my watch I noted that it was 11.00 PM. It would take me nearly half an hour to get to the church hall so I left the party.

My mind was befuddled, having had too much dope. Had I been more clear thinking, I would have most likely erred on the side of caution. However leaving the party I determined on a plan and was determined to go through with it.

Pulling up outside the church hall I parked and waited for the few remaining cars to leave.

Inside the hall:

"Francis are you sure you will be alright?" asked Mrs. Wilson.

"Oh yes!" said Francis. "My grandson should be here shortly."

"Alright then Herbert lets be off... see you tomorrow night Francis," Mrs. Wilson said in parting.

I watched as Mr. and Mrs. Wilson left the hall. As I left the car and moved towards the church hall I was determined to have my grandmother. Each step as I moved forward filled me with expectation.

"Hello grandmother! Sorry I am late. Have you been alone long?" I asked as I entered the hall. My grandmother was sat down at a table on the far end of the hall waiting for me.

"No sweetie! Mr. and Mrs. Wilson just left. I've been alone for less than a minute."

This was what I wanted to hear. All the volunteers had parted. It was just my grandmother and me. Francis rose and moved towards me attempting to kiss me on the cheek. I waited till the last moment and tilted my head to find her lips. Kissing her passionately. Her arms reached up to my shoulders and tried to push me away. I held her strongly. Turning her head she managed to pull away.

"Billy! I'm your grandmother? What are you doing?"

Dropping my arms so that they could reach the hem of her dress. I took hold and started to lift. I stroked the back of my grandmother's thighs as I did so. Pausing at her well-formed butt. Each hand took hold of a cheek and lifted her up to the table.

"Billy! What are you doing?" Francis cried.

My grandmother's dress was now up around her waist. Revealing pantyhose of light tan, and a black pair of panties. Her legs were positioned on either side of my body. I moved my weight forward forcing her legs and hips up. Grabbing hold of panties and hose I lifted. Clearing one leg I allowed both to fall on either side of me; panties and pantyhose dangling from my grandmother's left leg.

"Billy please. I'm your grandmother. Don't do this."

With my grandmother's legs straddling me I undid my belt and dropped my jeans. There right in front of me was my grandmother's pussy ready for the taking. I was determined to take it. Taking hold of my shaft I placed the tip on the lips of my grandmother's pussy.

"Billy please I beg you stop. Oh God, please stop."

I thrust my hips forward, feeling the walls of my grandmother's pussy slid along the shaft of my erect cock. This was not romance. It was pure lust. It was 10 years of pent-up frustration.

"Billy! Oh my God. Please... stop!"

There was no way that I could stop.

Francis had placed her hands on my shoulders in a feeble attempt to push me away. I started to unbutton the top of her dress to reveal her bra. Within seconds her breasts were exposed and my mouth was sucking one nipple then the other. While still pumping my shaft into her pussy.

"Oh please Billy... stop! Oh! Oh! Oh my god!"

Here was my grandmother bent backward over a table in the church hall. My hard erect penis thrusting in and out of her pussy. Her small but firm breasts exposed. Her pleas for me to stop ignored. I knocked her arms from my shoulders and pushed her head to my lips. I kissed her with animal passion.

Moving her head aside, "Oh Billy please don't do this, I'm your grandmother!"

"Oh no! No! This can't be happening," cried Francis as her pussy started to become wet.

"Oh my! OH my! OOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH."

As my grandmother came I shot my load; deep inside of her. We both collapsed on that table. My grandmother weeping.

"Oh Billy how could you?"

Finally after 10 years of frustration I managed to have my grandmother.

"Billy please! No one must ever know. Promise me no one will know about this. I am a respectable woman."

It was more than I could have hoped for.

"Yes grandmother, no one will ever know. So long as I can fuck you when I want."

Francis hesitated for a moment then agreed.


Re:I am sad

Sorry bro, but it looked like vandalism to me. Just doing my duty. --Lime 20:54, 2 July 2010 (UTC)

  • Aww then I guess I'll have to try my poutyface.
    • Oh I forgot to sign --IBAgeneva 20:58, 2 July 2010 (UTC)

I gave you a welcome message, dammit!

And you repay me by being a faggot? Shame on you!--trombonista 22:30, 8 July 2010 (UTC)

I gave you a welcome message, dammit!

And you repay me by being a faggot? Shame on you!--trombonista 22:30, 8 July 2010 (UTC)