Grandpa Ethan: First & Foremost a Man

"Shhhh, shhhh Mandy, please stop crying, it's our wedding night, Honey. You're my wife now; you have to let me," he said as he nuzzled into my neck and began to thrust faster and deeper into me.

I lay beneath him, his large, muscular body powerful in his dominance over mine. Despite my initial pained surprise at what he was doing to me, I groaned with a burgeoning pleasure when my sheath clenched around his long, thick cock and an unexpected orgasm spread through me. Grandpa was the first man to claim my pussy. My own grandfather had just taken my virginity. My body trembled when he lifted my knees and rested my legs on his shoulders giving himself better, deeper access for his penetration. He eagerly thrust his cock in and out of my now accommodating young pussy, his large heavy balls tapping against my body with each thrust. Grunting and groaning, clearly lost in the mounting sensations, I could feel Grandpa's ball sac tighten and his cock swell and harden even more. After a few more thrusts, my Grandpa Ethan began to ejaculate forcefully into my hot, wet unprotected pussy.

I thought I saw tears in Grandpa's eyes as he held me tighter and ground his thick cock into me. Though softening, Grandpa kept thrusting, his weight penning me to the bed as he pushed into me as deeply as he could. My pussy was filled to overflowing, and cum had begun to leak out around his cock. Grandpa slowly began to pull out of me as he mumbled something I didn't understand. When I looked up at him, I could see him almost grinning with male pride as he watched the humongous load he had just deposited deep inside me seep out of my pulsing young pussy.

"Oh, God Lindsay . . . Lindsay . . ."

I held my breath; I wasn't sure I had heard him correctly.

"Damn Lindsay . . . I swear I wanted to fuck you so bad my balls would hurt, he said laughing self conciously. It'll get better for you Lindsay, I promise. The more we do it, the more you'll like it, baby, I promise,"

I froze.

Had he just said my name? Had he called me Lindsay?

*****

Grandpa's hand was between my legs fondling me when he realized what he had said and stopped.

He knew! He knew what he was doing all along; it wasn't any fucking sleep disorder. Yes, I was young and inexperienced with men, but how could I have been so stupid and gullible?

"Get away from me," I finally screamed, near hysterical tears coursing down my cheeks.

"You bastard . . . you perverted bastard." I shrieked.

I struggled under his weight trying to get away from him. Finally, exhausted and defeated, I took a deep, jagged breath and tried to calm myself.

"Why Grandpa, why would you do this to me, why did you feel you needed to trick me?"

He was quiet for a long time before he began to speak.

"I don't know how to answer that question, just believe me when I say how sorry I am, Lindsay, sorry I lied to you," was his pitiful reply.

"I think at first I somehow would confuse you with Mandy, I missed her so much, and you were so like her. That night, when I slipped and called your name, thankfully you didn't understand what I had said. In a way was relieved because I thought I had been caught, but I knew exactly what I was doing that first night when I gave you oral sex.

My God Linds, you had just cum for the first time, and it was me who had given you that pleasure. I was afraid you'd be disgusted by what I had done and hate me. I couldn't let that happen, and so I decided to let you go on thinking I had no memory of being with you, let you go on thinking it was your Grandma Mandy I thought I was making love to."

Grandpa Ethan paused and then took a deep breath before he continued.

"I knew it was wrong, but I've wanted you this way for a very long time Lindsay. When Grandma Mandy died, and you were here with me, taking care of me, looking out for me, I knew this was the opportunity I had always hoped for. When you let me touch you in the kitchen that morning, I could tell you liked it. I knew you'd eventually let me have you and I hoped that you might have the same kind of feelings for me."

"I love you, Lindsay; it doesn't matter if I'm your grandfather. I know it's wrong to feel like this and wrong to want to make love with you, but the feelings are too strong," he said, his eyes burning into mine.

I began to cry again and turning onto my side curled into a fetal position.

"Don't baby. Don't turn away from me. You've always trusted your Grandpa; please trust me now. I love you, Linds, with a special love only people like us can understand," he cajoled.

Angry at his deception and betrayal I didn't want to forgive him, but my heart and body yearned for him. As I lay there next to him feeling the warmth and comfort of his body, I knew that I did feel the same way, and probably had from the first time his hand had openly caressed my breasts.

*****

Grandpa tentatively put his arm around me and let his hand fondle my full rounded tits and hard, pointy nipples before sliding down and pulling my ass into his crotch. Grandpa Ethan stretched out behind me, and I could feel his erection hardening against my ass, prompting a growing wetness between my legs. Grandpa pushed his rock hard cock between my closed thighs and holding my hips positioned in front of him began to work his cock in and out between my thighs, each stroke deliciously rubbing against my clit.

"I love you too Grandpa," I finally said in a barely audible voice.

Grandpa Ethan rolled me onto my back and whispering into my ear in a gravelly, need filled voice said, "I'm sorry baby girl. I thought it would happen just that one time and that would be it, but it was like a flood gate had opened, and all those old desires and fantasies surfaced."

"Oh, Grandpa, it's okay, it's okay, I whimpered, I'm not sorry about anything that's happened."

My Grandpa Ethan moved on top of me. My burgeoning desire for him made me gasp when he slipped his swelling cock between my warm, moist pussy lips. Barely holding his full weight off me, he slowly, let his cock inch further inside me, the pressure of his weight making the friction and fullness of his penetration undeniable. He opened my legs wider with his knees and hesitantly guided himself between my thighs. He slipped his large, strong hands them under my ass, gently raised my pussy, as he lifted his hips, and pushed forward. I could feel him growing bigger inside me as he started to slide in and out. Shocked and amazed at the same time, I lay there silent, as the thought, "My Grandpa is going to bury his hard cock deep in my pussy," flashed through my brain.

Grandpa Ethan was my first lover and had taken my virginity just a few hours before. He had shown me what it was to have a man make love to me; to learn and experience the primal, animal pleasure only a man's hot, erect cock can give a woman. I was his. I moaned as he stroked in and out of me in long, complete strokes. My legs as if with a mind of their own encircled his waist and I shivered again at the realization that my Grandpa was fucking me, his no longer innocent granddaughter.

After a while, I could sense Grandpa's body stiffen, and his cock harden as it readied for ejaculation, and with one last deep thrust, he came again deep inside my core. No longer caring that I was his granddaughter, he made a deep guttural sound as he arched his back and violently came and came and came until he had emptied himself. I closed my eyes and felt his warm, spray when it drenched the walls of my pussy.

Feeling my Grandpa cumming inside me, I began to spasm as an exquisitely intense orgasm gripped me. I moaned and undulated under him, when he held my hips so tightly I could not pull away from his pulsing, spitting cock. When he was finished, he lay on top of me, his cock still buried deep inside; Grandpa gave a satisfied groan and closing his eyes, pushed further up inside me and exhaled.

Afterward, tired but sated we lay next to each other, our bodies covered in perspiration and the room heavy with the scent of spent sex. After a few minutes, I heard Grandpa Ethan snoring softly behind me and getting up, I pulled on my discarded camisole, and without bothering to find my panties slipped downstairs to the kitchen, where I made myself a cup of tea and sat down at the table.

*****

Caught up in the reverie of what had happened, I felt warm, strong hands on my shoulders and turned to look up into Grandpa Ethan's piercing hazel eyes.

"You okay?" he asked, and I nodded my head yes.

He smiled and taking my hand led me over to the sofa in the den. He sat down on the sofa, pulled me into his lap, and guided himself inside me. Straddling his lap, his thick, rigid cock easily claimed my already cum filled pussy. Despite feeling a little confused and unsure, I slowly rocked myself back and forth, mesmerized by the feel of his cock inside me. With his hands on my waist, he pressed me down onto his cock, and I began raising and lowering myself, trying to fall into rhythm with his slow, steady stroking. In and out, in and out he moved until after a few minutes, Grandpa pushed up inside me, his cock pulsed hard and he exploded in one, two, three powerful spurts into my wet, tight young pussy.

I lowered my head onto his chest, "Oh, Grandpa," I moaned as I pulled my dripping pussy off his cock and on wobbly legs walked back up the stairs. I needed to be alone, to think.

I made it to my room and stretched out on my bed, naked except for my damp, cum stained camisole. I lay there for almost an hour before I heard my door open and Grandpa naked, his beautiful cock hanging long and heavy between his legs, came into the room.

My heart pounding in my chest, I looked at him and thought, "God, what a gorgeous, desirable man he was."

Without speaking, he crossed to the bed and laying down beside me, covered us with the bed's comforter. Grandpa Ethan pulled me to him and held me tightly in his arms. We looked at each other, both contented, both knowing that our lives had changed and aware of the uncertain future ahead of us, we drifted into sleep.

*****

The next morning we stayed in bed until early afternoon, when I awoke to the sensation of Grandpa's fingers between my legs. I winced at his touch, a little sore from the lovemaking of the night before. Grandpa got up and returned with a warm towel that he pressed between my legs and a jar of Aloe ointment that he generously applied and gently massaged between my inner thighs and around my pussy and clit. Feeling better, we lay in bed, and as we talked, Grandpa caressed my stomach and let his fingers play in the soft, triangular patch of curly brown hair that covered my mound. When Grandpa began to fondle my pussy, and his touch became more insistent, I let him mount and fuck me before we got out of bed.

Afterward, again filled with his cum, I prepared a hot bath and soaked with Grandpa there, eager to wash my back, my breasts and between my legs. As he washed and leisurely masturbated me in the warm water, Grandpa reminisced and told me that he and Grandma had been together for almost fifty years and had had a loving marriage and an extraordinary sex life. He said their wedding night had been tense and disappointing, but once she had gotten over her shyness and apprehension, she felt free to let the sensual side of her nature develop. Grandma Mandy had evolved into an eager, adventurous lover who throughout their marriage never ceased to satisfy him.

Grandpa grew quiet and then added that as much as he had loved Grandma Mandy, over the years, he had watched me change from a girl to a woman and he knew that one day we would be together. As he talked and shared his thoughts, Grandpa continued to masturbate me eventually bringing me to a soft, warm orgasm. Feeling the afterglow of my orgasm, I reciprocated the pleasure when I licked his balls and sucked him into my mouth gently, lovingly milking his dick.

*****

The day Grandpa Ethan was due to leave was a difficult one. I hadn't slept very well the night before and had lingered in bed not wanting to face him and say good bye. Trying not to cry, I finally made myself get up and could hear Grandpa bustling about in the guestroom next door and then the faint sound of running water in the shower.

After a few minutes, I steeled myself and went to his room. Closing the bedroom door behind me, I walked to the bathroom and stood in the doorway watching him shower through the frosted shower door.

I wondered if he knew how wet and excited he made me; I loved him.

When he finished and stepped out, he looked up and saw me standing there. My pink, little girl chenille robe had fallen open exposing my heaving breast with my nipples hard and erect in sexual anticipation. His eyes scanned my body lingering on the small triangular patch of fine, silky brown hair that covered my puffy mound.

"Get on your knees," was all he said, and I knelt in front of him as he pressed his cock into my mouth. I began to suck as Grandpa reached down and started tweaking my nipples, squeezing and pinching them sending hot, sexual energy to my clit. I could feel his cock at the back of my mouth and tried not to cough and gag when his huge cock filled my throat and just when I sensed he was about to cum, he grabbed handfuls of my hair and pulled my head off his cock. I looked up at him, confused, "Did I do something wrong, Grandpa?"

"No, Sweetheart," he said with an audible catch in his voice, obviously struggling not to cum, "you did nothing wrong." Taking me by my arms, he helped me to my feet and placing his hands on my waist, lifted me up and sat me on the edge of the bathroom sink. Holding my gaze, Grandpa spread my knees apart and taking a step closer, eased his engorged, leaking cock into my beckoning pussy, and with me perched on the edge of the sink, Grandpa Ethan fucked me hard and impatiently.

"Breakfast is ready . . . come and get it while it's hot," Mom's voice echoed up the stairs.

We heard her, and we chose to ignore her.

"Rub yourself, baby, play with your clit, so Grandpa can watch it swell up and get hard," he said as he continued to plow into me. Then with Dad and Mom downstairs eating breakfast, their little girl came all over her Grandpa's cock. I was unable to stop humping his cock and crying, and Grandpa had to cover my mouth with his hand to mute the sound of my moans, as he ejaculated inside his little girl.

When we recovered, he helped me down and hugged me to him, and of course, I started crying again, I didn't want him to leave.

"Lindsay . . . Lindsay, baby, stop crying and listen to me. I want you to come live with me Lindsay," he said.

"We'll tell your folks that you're going to enroll in school down there and be my companion, you know help with managing my bills, medicine, that kind of thing. They'll love that. I'll take good care of you Lindsay; give you anything you could want."

"Oh yes, yes, I'd love that Grandpa."

Without thinking, he broke into a loud laugh and a broad grin and then said, "The first thing we'll need to do is to get you on birth control, we don't want you getting knocked." Then after a brief pause, as if the thought had just occurred to him he added with a sly grin and a wink of his eye. . . "That is if you're not already."

"I love you, Grandpa," I said, thinking of how wonderful it would be to someday have his baby growing inside me.

*****

I've been living with Ethan (he prefers I call him Ethan) for almost six months now. Mom and Dad visited about a month ago, and it was hard not sleeping in the same bed with Ethan, not feeling his weight on top of me or his hard cock inside me at night. My folks commented right off that Ethan looked happy and relaxed; in fact, Dad said he hadn't seen Grandpa so satisfied looking since before Grandma Mandy had died.

I am happy to say they left feeling pleased and confident Grandpa was in good hands and being well taken care of (in ways they couldn't begin to imagine).

I know it must sound as if all we did was suck and fuck, but you need to know that it wasn't like that, we enjoyed each other's company, and as we got to know each other we grew closer. Yes, he was my grandfather, a man I had always loved and respected, but now I loved him in a different way. I understood that foremost, Ethan despite his age and our familial relationship was above all else, a strong, virile man for whom our physical, sexual attraction could not be denied. Sadly, though I wish it were otherwise, our relationship had to remain our secret.

Ethan is a wonderful man and every day he shows me how he cares for me and wants to make me happy. I tell him frequently how much I love him, and his reply is always the same, "Our feelings for each other will last forever, but our physical relationship, unfortunately, will change, and one day you will meet someone your age that you will want to be with and have sex with." Of course, when he's telling me this, I'm usually on my back under him, my legs spread wide with my pussy exposed, vulnerable and filled with his cock. I protest and tell him that my wanting someone else will never happen because he makes me very, very happy, and my heart and body will always belong to him . . . and I mean it.