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A Letter To My Dad Ch. 2
To my darling Dad,
Okay, you will never believe what happened this
weekend. Argh! It was bliss, pure bliss.
I had just finished the latest letter to you, Dad.
And you know me, the best time to write huge long
e-mail letters to you is when I feel really horny
because it's always a good way to not forget how
good we were together, and it's the only way to
cum, too. With you all the way down in the USA and
me up here in Canada, argh it's hell living
without you. Our letters are all I have right now
to keep me from giving everything up.
So I had literally just clicked "send" on the
e-mail, my heart chasing itself excitedly, nervous
and thrilled with the idea that in a few minutes
you would be reading it, and maybe jacking your
gorgeous cock away to the rhythm of my words.
Thudding waves of ecstasy as you closed your eyes
and pretended you were fucking upwards into my
tight, sweet pussy.
I pictured myself hiding under your desk, then
coming up between your legs and sucking you off. A
nice surprise for you I guess, for me to suddenly
pop out and start eating you up and down. LOL -
man I'd love that. Lick your cock up and down with
my long, fat, juicy tongue, then take you between
my lips and suckle you in my hot little mouth.
I got up, and was about to race upstairs to the
bedroom. My legs were weak and trembling, my belly
was all tied up hard in knots, my pussy throbbing
to be played with. Oh man, my cunt was so wet I
could feel it through the jeans and it was pulsing
with a thick, rough rhythm. I had to cum for you,
I was out of control.
I managed three stairs before someone rang the
doorbell. I had all intention of not answering the
door. There was no way I could entertain someone
right now, even if it was a friend. But through
the curtains by the door I saw a familiar body
standing there. He was wearing his old suit.
Yeah, it was Grandad!!! I couldn't believe it. I
raced to answer the door and Grandad stood there
on my front porch, a travel bag with him.
"Oh my God! What are you doing here?" I screeched.
"That's a nice way to welcome your Grandpa! Give
me a hug!" He snapped.
I threw my arms around his neck and hugged him
hard. I felt his hands on my waist, and they moved
slightly, caressing me down over my back and I
sighed happily. All I could think was: 'Thank you,
God, thank you Universe. If I can't have my
Daddy's cock, I can have something just as good!"
I took his bag inside and he followed me in
slowly. He looked older than what I remembered him
being. I hadn't seen him in at least a year and
he'd aged at least five years. With everything
going on, I just didn't get the chance. With me
moving to Canada from L.A and trying to get this
new damn job of mine into some kind of
organization, I had definitely been slack. I
turned to hug him again, apologetic. I was also a
little shy around him.
It had been so long, and I wasn't sure what to
expect, whether he had changed, or perhaps even my
opinion of him had changed. His height still
scared me. He was still the tallest, biggest man I
knew. When I hugged him, my face was always buried
in his chest. This time when I hugged him I was
near his armpit. I could smell his armpit and I
breathed it in. It wasn't rancid, he smelled warm,
like the sun. And he was still huge. I hugged him
tightly again. Of course, there was more than just
hugging that I wanted, but I didn't know how he
felt about our last time together and what we were
to each other. I felt him clear his throat.
"You're my sweet little thing...." I felt it
vibrate all through his body when he spoke. I
smiled into his armpit. "And I can't wait to taste
that sweetness." He added quietly.
Ohh! My pussy throbbed harder and I felt myself
grow wetter with the thought of his mouth on my
cunt. He remembered! I pulled away and looked at
him, my face shining.
"Would you like something to drink?"
"A coffee would be great."
"Are you staying long?"
"Maybe." Grandpa grinned. "It all depends."
I laughed, and wished that maybe one day you could
come and stay with me too, the way he was doing.
"Good. Coffee it is!" I exclaimed and went into
the kitchen to brew up a pot.
He followed me in and sat down at the kitchen
table while I switched the kettle on. As I walked
past to grab a coffee mug from the cupboard he
grabbed my arm and pulled me down onto his lap.
"Come here you!" he snarled playfully.
I chuckled and wriggled about on his lap,
pretending to want to get away.
He tightened his grip on my wrist. He wrapped his
arm around my waist, pulling me in a hold which I
knew I wouldn't have been able to get out of, even
if I HAD wanted to.
I felt the surge of his erection through his beige
cotton trousers. I had almost forgotten how
immense his cock was, until I felt it twitch up
against my bottom. I could feel the width of it
against my ass cheeks, even through my jeans. I
squirmed again, for real this time.
"Ohhh." He moaned, "You've missed that haven't
you?" He said quietly, stroking my bare arm.
I nodded.
"You're horny as all hell."
"I just finished writing a letter to Daddy. It was
about our last weekend together at home."
"He told me you were going there, but that's the
last I heard."
"We had a great weekend." I cooed.
"I bet you did. But your Daddy doesn't own you!"
He rested his hand on my leg, and I felt it
creeping higher to my thigh.
Then he began to stroke my pussy lightly as if it
was the most natural thing in the world. Through
the denim jeans I couldn't feel much but the
thought of his hand and fingers playing there was
incredible. My pussy began to throb harder and I
felt the juices seep warmer between my legs. I
spread my legs for him but it didn't help. He
couldn't feel anything and neither could I. I
could hardly breathe!
"I'm going to go and change."
"Good." He smiled.
I poured him his coffee and raced upstairs to
change into something more 'accessible'. My heart
was thumping loudly in my chest, I was sweating.
My hands were shaking. I was so excited and
nervous, I couldn't believe that he was there,
downstairs in my kitchen. I wondered if he would
creep upstairs to watch me undress and change
clothes. I wished he would. Mmm, that would have
been so nice. To feel his eyes pressing on my
naked pussy as I bent over for him.
I tried to send him a psychic message to come
upstairs and take me, there and then. Push me down
on the bed and fuck me until I was crying out for
him to stop. I couldn't believe how horny I was. I
had to stop myself from calling him upstairs. When
I finally went back down again, I was wearing a
short halter top, my favourite miniskirt - flared
and black, so that when I moved it stroked around
my thighs and ass nicely, and a pair of thin
heels.
I'd put on a black G string just for him, too.
Grandpa's favourite colour was black.
He groaned. "Oh that's much better."
"Something more comfortable," I joked,
I turned around for him, my skirt flying up as I
spun. He saw the G string and the bare cheeks of
my ass. He smiled widely.
"Yes, I think that's a great improvement."
"Did you drink your coffee?"
"Yes, dear."
I went to him and sat on his lap again.
"Good boy."
His hand slid up my thigh again, this time I could
feel every stroke of his fingers on my leg. I
sighed and closed my eyes from the pleasure of it.
"Ohhh I'm a very good boy."
His finger slid under my skirt, roaming lightly
over my upper thigh, then between the fabric of my
panties. I felt his touch slide between the lips
of my pussy and he began to finger me casually. He
played and tickled me then pulled his finger out
and lifted it to his lips. I watched him lick the
juice off his finger, then inhale the scent.
"Candy." He grinned.
I blushed a little bit and looked away.
"Are you going to show me to my room, now?"
I jumped off his lap and took his bag, then led
him up the stairs into the only spare bedroom I
had. It was dark and hadn't been used in about six
months. I pulled open the blinds to let the
sunlight shine through, opened up a couple of the
windows to let the fresh air in. He sat down on
the edge of the bed tiredly.
"I'm getting old, my little one." He sighed.
"Oh don't be silly, Grandpa! You'll never get old.
You're the most amazing old guy I know."
He laughed as I leant on his knees.
"And if you do ever get old, do you think that
will stop me? I'll come and visit you in the Home
and ...."
I laughed and massaged his knees playfully. He
grinned and grabbed my hands impatiently.
"Come on, finish that sentence."
"And....I'd make you cum three times a day."
"How would you do that?"
"Oh lots of different wonderful ways. I'd fuck you
so nice they'd hear us through the whole place,
and they'd all know you were getting some from the
young sweet thing with the big tits."
He laughed.
"And I'd kneel between your legs and take your
huge cock in my mouth and drink you into ecstasy."
"Mmmm. Show me."
I reached for the zipper on his trousers, pulled
it down and undid them. He stared into my face and
began to stroke my hair. The room grew quiet.
I could smell the sex on him already, his fingers
smelled of cum. I knew he'd been jerking off with
the thought of being here today, but I also knew
one finger smelled of me. He slid those smelly
fingers over my face and around my lips. He worked
his index finger in between my closed lips and
into my mouth and I could taste the saltiness of
it on my tongue. He began to move his finger
around inside my mouth and I sucked lightly on it.
His cock began to move again with the sensation of
my soft tongue and warm mouth on his finger. His
breathing grew a little heavier, I could hear him
breathing through his nose. I reached into his
trousers to pull his cock out. It was half-limp
still in my hand, but once it was out in the open,
I felt it shudder lightly between my hands. I
stared at it hungrily, wanted it at it's full
size.
I pulled his balls out and began to finger them
playfully. His cock slowly turned upwards as his
erection grew bigger and the head filled so that
it finally became rock-hard. He slowly withdrew
his finger from my sucking mouth. He wiped it over
my cheeks and forehead, then began to fumble
through my hair with his hands.
I studied his dick thoughtfully. It was at least
nine inches in length and wider than anything I'd
seen. I wondered how I would get this done. I'd
done it before, so I knew I could do it again but
it had been so long, and maybe I'd forgotten how.
I began to stroke him up and down. He grew even
longer and harder as I did, his bulbous purple
head coming up to greet me.
I leaned in to kiss his cock. I kissed it lightly
with my closed lips, then opened my mouth to it. I
worked my hands up and down it, still unsure and
uncertain about how I would get my lips around it.
He grew impatient. I felt his hands shaking and
trembling. He pushed up with his hips anxiously,
eager to get his cock inside my throat.
"Let me fuck your little throat!" He ordered.
He pulled me in so I was hunched down around his
cock and so that he had his arms over the back of
my neck and my shoulders, pushing me down into
him,
his hands pressed on my back, urging me down into
his lap. I opened my mouth wider than I remember
ever doing before, and painfully sucked his entire
length into my mouth. It was big and my cheeks
were filled instantly with his size. I felt my
mouth stretching around the size of his cock. I
rolled my tongue over the huge head. He jerked
upwards and began to buck the entire length of his
cock into my throat. It tasted like cum already
and I wondered if he had smothered the shaft with
his cum earlier so it would be like a candy bar to
me.
I sucked and slurped, my breathing thick and
labored. I tried to suckle him like I did with
you, Daddy, but he was too big inside my mouth. It
was all I could do not to pass out. I was gasping,
fighting to get breath.
"You can't breathe can you" he gasped.
His cock gagged into the back of my throat and I
tried to swallow it down.
He cried out as he felt my tongue pressed up
against the underside. I moaned. He was hot and
burning in my mouth. I could feel the massive wet
head rubbing the back of my throat. I gagged again
as my sore, juicy lips sunk down further onto the
length of his huge dick.
He held my head down hard against his lap. I
couldn't breathe. I was suffocating against him,
the smell of his lap, the heat of his skin and
flesh, the touch of his hairy groin in my face. I
managed to suck and suck, working my mouth around
his cock in ways I knew would get him to cum hard
and fast. Finally he growled and I knew he was
about to cum.
He shoved his cock upwards again, bucking like a
crazed animal into my face. I felt cum filling my
mouth and it began to spill out the sides of my
lips. I swallowed harder on the head of his cock
and forced the hot cum down my throat. It pulsed
over and over down my throat, pouring upwards into
my mouth, around my teeth. I swallowed and drank
madly. His white juice was salty and hot as he
pumped my throat and mouth with it.
I gulped it down, but then he suddenly lifted me
up and pulled my mouth off of him so he could
spurt cum onto my face. It flew over my mouth and
gushed on my chin, then dripped down onto my
breasts. He grabbed his own cock and pumped it up
and down, trying to get more cum onto my face. It
hung off my hair and dribbled down the side of my
face. I looked up at him innocently and he looked
as if he'd seen an angel. His expression softened
and he finally fell back on the bed with an
exhausted groan.
His cock was half hard again now. I leaned in to
lick it lightly. I always enjoyed the touch of
soft cock on my tongue. He jerked with the feel of
my kiss. I moved and wiped my face with the
bedspread. My knees hurt from kneeling, and I had
carpet burn. I stood up, and my legs clicked and
ached. I leaned over him and kissed his mouth
sweetly. He kissed back, his tongue darting in to
meet mine. We kissed for a second before I left
him quietly, to clean myself up in the bathroom.
Fifteen or twenty minutes later, I went downstairs
and I fixed some dinner.
I was still so excited that he was here. It was
almost like you being here, Daddy. He was here to
satiate me until you got here, I could deal with
that. I knew you had sent him to me for the
weekend because you couldn't come up alone
yourself. You wanted your little girl happy and
pleased.
Poor Grandpa, I knew he was spent, but I also knew
that for a while at least that meant more fun for
me. He came downstairs after dinner with the quilt
from my bed and some massage oil. I looked up at
him, surprised.
"Grandpa. Are you going to eat anything?"
He just smiled mysteriously and pretended he
hadn't heard me. I watched him as he got the room
organized. He laid the rug out on the floor in the
lounge room. He came to get me as I sat at the
table, my dinner uneaten.
Grandpa took my hand and led me over to the area
near the television where he had the quilt laid
out. He began to slowly undress me.
He started with my top, slipping it up and over my
head. My bare breasts were now visible to him. He
stared for a while and leaned in to kiss each one
lightly. His old, hot tongue darted out to lick up
each nipple, lapping at each one in busy motions.
Then his mouth moved over the nipples and he began
to suck them up between his hungry teeth. I tried
to move my arms around him, but he was too tall. I
loved the feeling of his height around me,
towering over me. I felt his hard mouth moving
around my nipples, eating and sucking them,
rolling my breasts around in his mouth, then
kneading them. I stood in front of him, silently,
unable to speak, unable to move.
He knelt down in front of me and began to kiss my
belly. I giggled, ticklish at the touch of his
lips and tongue in my bellybutton. He licked
around the little hole of my navel and dipped his
tongue in, then out again. My stomach quivered and
moved against his face as he licked and suckled at
my flesh.
As he fucked my bellybutton with his tongue, he
pulled my skirt down over my knees. I stepped out
of it and kicked it away. I felt his hands roam
down to my ass, rounding over the curvy cheeks,
then pulling them open and his finger dancing up
and down the crack of my ass lightly, pulling the
string of my panties back over his fingers. I
rested my hands on the top of his head. His hair
was oily and dry, and totally grey. He was balding
too, he had been for years.
I stroked his head lightly, then down over his
ears and his wrinkled neck.
He licked the front of my G string, just over my
pussy. I shivered delightfully. His fat tongue
began to lick around my thighs as he kissed my
panties. I pressed his head harder into my lap but
he resisted. Finally he pulled the panties down
and I stepped out of them, too. He grabbed them
and pressed them into his face, inhaling the sweet
honey scent on the material.
They were damp and he licked them. The sight of my
Grandpa doing this made me wetter and I began to
massage his shoulders eagerly to hurry him up.
He laid me down on the quilt and onto my stomach.
My cheek pressed into the bedspread and I sighed
in ecstasy. I finally felt the cool oil on my
back, and he smothered it all over me. My
shoulders, the back of my arms, my back, my spine,
down to the curve of my hip and my bottom. Then
down my legs to my ankles, and my feet, where he
tickled me. His hands roamed all over my body,
then he turned me over and did the same on the
front of me.
I closed my eyes as I felt the wave of hard, hot
stroking hands rubbing and caressing my breasts,
my belly, my knees, my legs. But not my pussy.
He concentrated fully on my thighs, near my inner
thighs, then up at my breasts again, circling his
hands heavily around my tits and nipples. He
massaged them into hard, sore mounds. His hands
slid over them again and again, the slick grease
on his skin was velvetty, making his touch out of
this world. I leaned sideways a little bit. I
moaned.
I opened my legs for him to try to hurry him
again. But he wouldn't touch my drenched,
throbbing cunt. I could smell my own cum in the
room, as the smoky sweet scent filtered the air.
He continued to massage my abdomen, then down to
my thighs again. I was writhing on the ground by
the time he had finished.
"Oh God, Grandpa, please." I moaned.
"Mmm?"
"Oh please, touch me."
"Is your little pussy throbbing?"
I nodded, and reached out blindly for him, but he
pulled away from my advances.
"Show me."
I lifted my legs up and opened them for him. He
knelt between my knees and stared. I looked down
to see him looking at my wet, pulsing cunt. I
groaned.
"Please!" I cried.
"Your cunt is so beautiful." He whispered.
He teasingly reached out to touch my knees,
parting them a little wider. I growled unhappily,
and my hands began to knead against the quilt
underneath me. My body was craving his touch.
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