Diana Butts - Ball in the family

Whap! Whap! Whap! Jim brought his hand down on her ass ten times in quick succession, so that the cheeks were glowing red. Antonia felt like her cunt was going to burst with come-need. The playful little spanking had really gotten her cranked up.

"Oh, Grandpa," she said, "my poor little pussy needs your prick so badly!"

"Okay, sweetie, I think I'll be able to give you some help there," he said. "Let's fuck standing up. That'll give your bottom a bit of a rest."

"You don't think anyone'll see us?" she asked impishly. There was something in her tone of voice which indicated that she didn't much care if anyone did see them. She was too much of an exhibitionist to mind being caught in the act, and besides, not many people in town would be likely to recognize Jim, since he and Clementine only came and visited them about once a year.

"Oh, the woods are pretty deserted," he said, "particularly around here, I think. Certainly doesn't look like many people come this way. Besides, that clump of trees and bushes should offer us pretty good shelter."

Antonia was the sort of girl who is always on the look-out for new sexual techniques, so she was more than eager to be fucked standing up. After all it was something she had never tried before.

Her grandfather told her to stand with her feet and legs fairly wide apart. Then he pulled off the rest of his clothes.

Antonia was very curious to see what his prick looked like. She had her eyes riveted to his crotch as he pulled his underpants down.

In fact, he had a fine prick. It didn't look like it belonged to a young man. The head of it was redder than you'd expect to find on a young man's cock, for instance, and the skin of the ball-sac was more wrinkled, but it was sure every bit as stiff as the whanger you'd find on the youngest, most virile stud. The game of tag, the spanking, Antonia's strip, everything had combined to make Jim's tool about as hard as if it had been made out of chrome steel.

He edged up to her, so that his prick was resting against her belly. Then he leaned forward and gave her another one of those wonderful kisses of his. It was obvious that despite the pleasure he had gotten out of giving that little spanking to Antonia, he was really a very gentle, tender man. He pressed his lips lightly against hers and slid his tongue into her mouth, where it stroked her tongue. Antonia wasn't just a girl who could be turned on easily. She was also a girl who was very susceptible to tenderness, who could recognize it when she was getting it, and who really appreciated it. There was no question about it, her grandpa was a really wonderful man.

While keeping his lips pressed against hers, Jim lowered his body slightly by bending his knees. This enabled him to fit his crotch between Antonia's legs. Then, with excellent aim, he raised the prick again, with the tip finding its way to exactly the right place.

In… in… in… It felt even more virile than it looked, and that was really saying an awful lot.

Jim rested with his penis inside his granddaughter for a while, and then started to pump. And it was really amazing how gentle and loving his prick-action was. Obviously the thing that was most on his mind was giving this wonderful granddaughter of his as much pleasure as he possibly could, and all the while his hands were roaming over her breasts, tenderly pressing and stroking them, rubbing the swollen nipples. And his tongue continued to caress the inside of her mouth. The lovely thing about this position, Antonia discovered, was the way in which it allowed the guy to do so many different things to a girl at once. With a missionary fuck, the breasts are just squashed under the man's chest. If a girl top-rides a guy, she can't kiss him very easily. But with this position, it was possible to do absolutely everything.

He was bucking pretty fast now, starting to build up to his come. Suddenly, he stopped. For a second, Antonia couldn't understand why, and then she realized that he was suggesting that she take over the sexual movements for a while. She always liked switching active and passive roles for a change, so while he held his prick aloft, she slid her pelvis up and down on top of it, her twat gripping at his whanger with every stroke.

Then she stopped, and he started to pump again. This alternating business was such fun that they both tried to prolong the fuck for as long as possible, though that wasn't too easy, what with the way Antonia's labia kept chafing her clit so delightfully, and her cunt kept gripping like it did at her grandfather's prick.

They even tried both doing the sexual movements at once, but although the experiment wasn't really practical, since they weren't really able to synchronize their efforts very well, they had a lot of laughs trying it.

As it was, they were getting hotter and hotter, though, and more and more in earnest. Every nerve in Jim's cock, or Antonia's cunt and breasts, told them how badly both of them needed to come.

Jim's hands continued to mold and knead his granddaughter's delicate tits as his prick slid back and forth inside her.

His prick suddenly gave an extra little stiffening, almost seemed to go numb. He was right on the edge of his come, right on the edge of it…

Then he felt a first load of ball-juice spurt up the length of his shaft, followed by another, and another! Antonia was coming too, her pussy pulsating around her grandfather's fast firing cock.

He may be sixty, Antonia thought, but, man, oh man, does he ever have a lot of cum.

Jim stood there a moment with his prick inside her, then he slowly pulled out.

"Fun, don't you think?" he said.

"Grandpa, you're one of the hottest studs I've ever come across," Antonia said with a laugh, "Were you as big a stud as this when you were a young man?"

"Some men are like some wines: they get a lot better with age. There are lots of women who are like that. Clementine, for instance. She really keeps me pretty well worn out, what with the way she wants to be fucked about four times a day."

"So my brother had better be careful," Antonia said with a laugh.

"Well, although Clementine's one of the horniest broads you'll ever hope to meet, she's very concerned about what other people are going to think of her. I don't know if she'd risk making a pass at Jack. Not that she thinks there's anything wrong with sex, but she thinks it's ungenteel for a lady to make the advances, unless she knows the guy really well sexually. But I'm sure that any advances he cared to make to her would be more than welcome."

"You don't think the incest angle would bother her?" Antonia asked. One reason she did was because she was curious as to whether the incest angle bothered her grandfather.

"Oh, I don't think so," he said. "No more that it bothers me, which is not at all. You see, Antonia, Clementine and I have fucked around an awful lot, and we've come to think that basically if something's fun and doesn't hurt anyone else, there's nothing at all wrong with it."

"Did you ever have sex with Mom when she was a little girl?" Antonia asked.

"No, and am I ever sorry I didn't. I hadn't outgrown all my inhibitions yet, I guess."

"Well, you know," Antonia said, "if you'd like to, this is your chance. We all screw around with each other in this family."

"That so?" Jim said, his eyes opening wide. He was obviously imagining what fun it would be to stick that stiff prick of his in his mature daughter.

"In fact," Antonia said, "if I got Jack to seduce Grandma, we could have an orgy together that would really be outasight!"

"Well," Jim said with a smile, "what're you waiting for?"

There wasn't time for them to do any more fucking that day, since they had to get back for dinner. But after dinner, Antonia told her brother all about what had happened with their grandfather out there in the woods.