Role Playing Sessions

After cumming in your mouth in the garden and in your pussy out in the barn, I knew I had worked up an appetite.

"I'm famished," I said, pulling my pants back on. "But you've made me too tired to fix anything. Let's head into town. That malt shop I was telling you about makes a mean hamburger, too. Will you be my date, Jane?"

Back in our clothes, we take my old pickup into town. One of the perks of an old truck is that it has a bench seat, and it felt amazing when you slid your little ass right up next to me and pulled my arm around your shoulder.

"God, I love you, Pumpkin," I said, reaching around for a handful of your breast. "You're more of a pistol than your grandmama ever was."

Feeling your body against mine is having an effect on me. You see feel me scooting my ass in the seat and grabbing my crotch to reposition my dick in my pants as it hardens. When I feel your hand reach over and touch me, I moan and push my hips up to press my tent against your hand.

"You're doing to me what no woman has done in the last decade, Jane," I say. "I can't remember the last time I had this many erections in one day. And your tight pussy worked me over. I'm so sore it hurts. But god it hurts so good."

I guide your hand to my zipper, making my need clear.

"She was a good girl, Jane," I say, feeling your mouth wrap around me again. "She would have never done this for me. But I always wanted it. A man has needs, you know, and his girl should fulfill them."

I put my hand on top of your head and force you down until I feel the back of your throat.

"You understand my needs. Don't you, Jane?" I say as I hold you there and pump into your throat. "You're my dirty, little slut, aren't you, Jane?"

I pull you up of my cock by your hair and bring your face to my mouth for a kiss before shoving you back into my lap.

"You got me hard, Janey. Now make Granddaddy cum!"

"Jane!" I gasp as feel my balls get ready to fill your mouth. "OH GOD! JAANEEE!!"

The sensation of your throat on my head, of your tongue stroking my shaft, drives me over the edge. I thrust into your mouth as I cum, holding your head down, making you take it all. When I feel your mouth sucking me as I ejaculate my thick, slimy semen into you, milking me, I shiver with delight.

"Yes, Jane! Suck me dry. Don't waste a drop. Eat it all like a good little slut!"

When my flaccid cock finally slips out of your mouth and you sit up with a devilish grin, licking the cum from around your lips, I can't help but kiss you. We're in town by now, and I pull over to the side of the road and push my tongue into your teenage mouth as my cock dries in the summer air in my lap.

The taste of my own spunk on your precious mouth drives me wild, and I push my tongue into you, savoring the flavor of myself on you.

When I break our kiss, I smile. "You're the girl I always wanted, Jane," I say, looking into your eyes. "It took me a lifetime to find you, but you were worth the wait, Darling."

I tuck my dick back into my pants and finish the driving the few blocks to the malt shop.

I feel completely giddy as I get out of the truck -- spent, but giddy. I watch you adjust your shirt and moan at the sight of your tight toned belly.

"Yeah, there's bound to be a few old geezers here. I bet your body is going to put some life into their tired old pricks when they get a look at you."

A chorus of cheers to "Steve!" greet us as we walk in the door, followed by a wolf whistle or two.

"Who's the dame, Stevie boy?" one of my buddies asks.

"This is my Jane that I told you was coming to visit. We had a nice morning out in the garden, and we decided to come into town to get some grub."

I order a couple of cheeseburgers with the works and a couple of malts to go with them as we take our seats at the bar.

"This bombshell can't be related to you!" on of my buddies exclaims.

"She's my own," I say, feeling proud and possessive of your gorgeous body.

"Bet you fellas never laid eyes on a girl as pretty as her," I say, reaching over and patting your bare thigh.

Watching my friends watch you fills me with not only pride but a new kind of lust. At first I wanted to keep you from them as if they might be stealing from me. But as I watch their eyes drink you in, I realize that they probably need your tight body as much as I do. I've already cum three times today, and I don't know how much more I have in me. But these fellas probably haven't cum in weeks, and you seem like you could go all day.

"Give the boys a show," I whisper, tugging at where you have your shirt tied. "Make their dicks hard, Janey."

As even the cook behind the counter is lost in the movement of your body, I know our burgers are going to be burnt, but it's worth it to see the looks of wonder and awe on these old, wrinkled faces. Even my old cock stirs a little watching you please them with your slender curves.

Their eyes dart back and forth from your ass to my face. They want to see from me whether this is real, whether it's okay, but they can't bear to take their eyes off your backside.

"She's already worn me out, boys," I say. "But I know she's got enough vim to go a few more rounds."

"Jesus, Steve," Henry balks. "How old is she?"

"Fifteen," I tell him.

"That's a sin and a crime at once," he says.

"Henry, if the good lord didn't want that little ass to get fucked, he wouldn't have made it so perfect," I tell him.

"She's old enough to have a kid. That means she's old enough to take a cock," Stan tells him.

"Old enough to bleed, old enough to breed," Jim reiterates, probably not even realizing he's saying the exact same thing but without any class.

Despite his worry, Henry is the first one to push his creaking bones out of his chair. I can tell by how funny he's walking that you've already given him a raging boner.

"You fucked your own granddaughter?" he asks.

I nod.

"Less yuckin', more fuckin'," Jim eloquently intones.

I watch as my buddy's scrawny, wrinkled cock comes out of his pants and he pushes it against your slit. I smile at you and blow you a kiss as I watch the look on your face as he enters your pussy.

"Take this old sinner to heaven," he says, sinking his prick into your cunt.

Jim immediately jumps out of his seat and has his dick out before he gets to you. As Henry hammers your pussy, I watch you take Jim into your mouth without another thought. The smile in your eyes as you suck him tells me that you're loving this at least as much as I am.

"That's a talented mouth she's got, Jim," I tell him. "I bet you've never had a blowjob like Jane gives."

I catch you looking at me as you fuck and suck them. The other men gather around, their dicks in their hands, as they watch your body get used. The fact that you're such a willing slut, ready to make these old men happy thrills me to no end.

The look on Henry's face as he bottoms out inside of your pussy tells me that he's unloading inside of you. His mouth is frozen in an "O" shape as he silently shoots his sperm into you. He is quickly replaced by Stan, and I get hard watching you take man after man into your pussy and mouth.

"We used to use little Korean girls like this back in the war," Stan says. "But they never seemed to like it as much as your granddaughter does, Steve. She's a born slut!"

The chef's fat belly slaps your forehead as he forces his cock into your mouth and down your throat. The sight of your young, pretty body sandwiched between their two old, hairy, fat bodies makes me love you all the more. I realize that this is the way the world should work: the men who have given their whole lives to their families deserve the pleasure of a tight, sexy vixen letting them use her.

As the last two men finish cumming in you, I stand up and take out my cock. Your slutty fucking has made me hard again. I push you onto your back on the table and look at you with lust burning in my eyes. Your pussy is literally dripping with so much cum, and you have white globs of semen around your mouth. Far from revolting me, it makes me want you more. I push my dick into your sloppy cunt and lean over you to kiss your filthy mouth.

Tasting how nasty their cum is and thinking how gladly you drank it all down, I love you even more, and I tell you this.

"The way you fucked them, the way you ate their nasty cum -- you're amazing, Jane! I love you so much!"

I hammer into you, your pussy sloshing with the loads of cum you've taken. Feeling the slickness of semen as a lubricant gives me an idea, and I pull out of your pussy and aim my cock at your other hole. I glance up at you as if to check whether it's okay, but the look in your eyes tells me that you'll do anything I want, and I start shoving it in.

"You're so tight," I groan. "Which is good. I'm going to need a tight hole to get my tired, old dick off again."

Feeling your tight ass give way under my body, I think about how you said boys these days don't know how to take what they want. I know that I want you, and fully intend to take you in every way possible.

"You're such a good, little whore, Jane," I say as I squeeze my entire cock into your ass.

"She's not a whore, Steve," Henry says. "At least not yet."

While I fuck your ass, the men reach into their wallets and pull out their money. They throw it at you. Some of it lands on your belly. Some of it lands on the table. The rest of it falls to the floor.

"Now you're a whore," Jim says with a sneer.

The fact that I have turned you into this makes my blood boil with lust. I see the bills they've dropped on you and the table. They're fives and ones, and the thought of how cheap you are to them makes me love it even more.

"They didn't pay you much, Janey," I say. "Maybe you've got enough to buy our lunch."

I hammer into your ass, looking into your eyes.

"I love you," I moan. "More than your grandmama, more than your mother. You are the best thing that ever happened to me."

Watching Stan spit in your mouth, degrading you even more after how little he paid you turns me on to no end. The depths you're willing to go to please men makes me love you even more.

"Open your mouth again, Baby," I say, and I spit in your face as well. I rub the part that didn't get in your mouth around your face. "You're my slut, Jane," I tell you, and I rear back and slap your face. "My dirty, little anal slut whore!" I slap you again before grabbing you by the hair and pulling you up to my mouth to kiss.

I hold you there as I hammer into your ass. Our foreheads are pressed together, breathing each other's breath. When I slapped you, it made your tight anus clamp down even harder on my cock, and I know that I need the added grip to push me over the edge for my fourth orgasm today.

I push you down onto your back and slap you again and again, gasping each time your ass clamps down on my sore, lusty dick.

"It feels so good," I cry, as I raise my hand again.

The last slap does it, your ass tightens around me, and the sight of your red cheeks always looking up at me for more bring me to my release.

I grab your tits, mauling them as I hammer all the way into your ass and hold there to fill you with my cum. The distorted look of agonizing ecstasy on my face tells you how intense it is for me, as only grunts escape my mouth because I'm holding my breath to make the orgasm feel even more intense.

Eventually, I fall over onto your body, panting, gasping. I reach up and stroke your hair and look into your eyes with exhaustion and joy.

The cook brings our plates, and I'm amazed to see that he didn't burn the meat. The other fellows leave. I can't help but think how cute you look as you scoop up the dollar bills off the floor and offer them to the cook.

"On the house, Sweetie," he says with a wink as he sets down our malts.

You don't even button your top as we tuck in to our meal. We're both starving, and we eat with almost as much abandon as we had when we fucked. I shake my head, thinking about everything we've done and everything I've watched you do.

Later, when we get back to the house, I remember the last thing you told me in the barn.

"Jane, get on your knees and open your mouth," I say, reaching into my pants before we make it across the yard.

"Are you hard again, Granddaddy?" you ask.

"No, sweetie," I say with a smile. "I have to piss."

"You're never going home," I tell you, watching you drink my piss. "I'm going to keep you here. You're going to fuck me until you're pregnant, and them I'm going to let every one of my friends use your holes any way they want, Baby."

I lead you inside, into your home and take you to my bedroom -- our bedroom.

"One of my old war buddies is a justice of the peace," I say, opening up your grandmama's jewelry box and taking out her engagement ring. "He'd give us a marriage license, no questions asked. I want to make you mine, Jane."

I turn to you, holding out the ring. "I'm too old to get on my knees, but, you're the girl I wish I'd married. You just weren't around yet. What do you say?"

And my tired old dick springs to life once again as I push you into our bed.