My husband 's hairy grandfather part 1

Hi! My name is Carla. I'm a psychologist, everyone thinks I'm hot, I'm very fat, huge breasts, big butt, and today I'm 48 years old. I look very young, although I'm approaching 50. This is the first time I'm publishing my real stories here. I'm very excited and, I confess, very wet. With my breasts stiffened by sex, at the thought that someone on the other side will read me and make fun of me, imagining. The story I'm going to tell you happened about 10 years ago, when I was married to my second husband. Marcelo was 26 years old with athletic body, dark green eyes, very handsome. But although I had a lot of crush on him, I gave my little escapades to try other male specimens. I have a knack for sex and I like variety and quality. I married twice to feel like a whore betraying my males. I like this feeling of doing forbidden things. Well, back to the story. Marcelo and I went to the northeast to visit his grandparents. It was the first time I met the old men. We were very well received. The lady, a charm. The old man, a scoundrel's face, saw me and immediately hugged me tightly and squeezed me. His hand went almost directly to my butt. But he held back. He gave me a long kiss on the face, smelling my perfume. (While I write, I touch my breasts, passing my finger on my beak. Good feeling of pleasure, I'm already enjoying just remembering...) Grandma only wanted to know about the grandson, since grandma only had eyes for her false granddaughter. She showed me the house and took my mother, leading me to the guest room. This is where my grandson Marcellus is going to do fun things with his beautiful wife. What's that, grandpa? I'm embarrassed like that. Don't be, my daughter, I'm joking with you, but it's true that you're very beautiful. Your grandson who's very good and makes me very happy, super family, likes to please, besides being beautiful. - He is, he pulled his grandfather. Laughing like a motherfucker. Let's go back, Adalberto, they must be missing us. He made a gesture for me to go ahead, and I walked and rolled and he walked behind me, and he whispered softly. Oh, my God, I can't take this. When we got to the living room, we talked for an hour, and then we went to dinner, and we had been driving, and we were exhausted, and we had dinner, and then we went to rest. Marcellus soon fell asleep and I couldn't get it out of my head that 75-year-old man flirting with me, just me who liked younger men. The hard-on was so great, I had to masturbate, my fingers would get burdened with so much fun. The next day, we had coffee and my husband had to take his grandmother to another town for a consultation, and I was left alone in the house with his Adalberto. The old bastard, eating me with his eyes said: Don't you want to change into something more comfortable? All right, I will. I went up to the room and put on a short dress, no panties and no bra, it was half transparent at the top, so you could see a little bit of my haloes and my little bites excited, and I was still in the room when I heard a scream. I went to my grandfather's room and saw him lying naked on the floor. I bent down to help him. But he quickly got up, rubbing his big, soft black stick in my face. - I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that. It's all right, it happens. I was talking on my knees, still with the stick in my face, and I could smell the stick coming into my nostrils, and it was the smell of an old man's stick, and I went crazy with that smell, and I wanted to see him grow up and put the stick in my mouth, so I held back, He walked away so I could get up, and he said he'd go to the living room while he finished dressing. He showed up about ten minutes later, we got to talking, and he apologized to me. After the review, I went to the kitchen, and half an hour later, I felt his hand on my waist and something hard almost piercing my dress up to my butt, and he started to caress me up to my butt, up to my breasts, and he was talking in my ear. I'm sorry, but I'm not able to resist such a woman's desire. I let him touch me a little bit more. (I'm now topless and my breasts are loose touching me, just remembering, I have orgasms.) I'm loyal to your grandson, he doesn't deserve this. The old man insisted a little more, but I pushed him away without looking at the stick. If he looked he certainly would not resist. And I wanted to make the old man even more crazy with a hard-on. When we had lunch, he apologized to me and said he wasn't gonna do it again. You're a very attractive man, but I'm faithful to my husband and you're married. At 3:00 p.m., my husband came back with my grandmother, and she had to go back to the hospital for the weekend to be admitted because she had to have an emergency procedure on Monday, which meant that I would be alone with your Adalberto for at least four days. I was already figuring out what I was going to do with him, but until the opportunity came, I kept bothering him. I'd sit on Marcelo's lap in front of him, give him lots of tongue kisses, and at night, I'd leave the door ajar so he could see me fucking his grandson, and I'd ride his grandson, and he'd watch me go up and down my body on his grandson's member, and I felt so much pleasure, knowing that he was watching. The day finally came. And they left. I stayed all day teasing the old man until I went to sleep. I stayed naked in my bed and left the door ajar. I slept with the lamp on. At dawn, I awoke to his presence. I pretended to be asleep. And I just felt his breath on my neck, and his naked body on my back. He was squatting on me, caressing me. Then I got wet. He stuck his giant stick between my thighs as he kissed my neck and passed his hands on my breasts. I bet my grandson doesn't have a stick and hands like I do, and I want to fuck you anyway, you little bitch. I opened my eyes. You can't do this to me, I'm your grandson's wife. I know what you are, you whore. He stood up on the bed, and I turned around and there was this big, long, thick, black guy with a big, ponytail-like head. I want you to drink my milk, I punch you every night in your honor. I couldn't resist, I pulled the old man, he lay down, I started sucking his balls and then licking the entire length of that giant roller. He'd shake all over himself, and then I'd climb up to the bony head, and I'd stick my tongue in it. Lambe, lick it like this, caress that little tongue, you little bitch. Then I'd take that head and shove it in as far as I could, and it was very big, and it didn't go all the way into my mouth, but a big part of it. He was shaking and moaning and saying a lot of bad stuff to me. It went absurdly in my mouth, and I sucked all the milk. Then he pulled out his stick, which was still hard, despite the mockery, and he sucked on my breasts. How I wanted to put my mouth in them, my milk cow, whore, whore. And he'd suck, suck, suck like a calf, and he'd stick his dick between my legs like he was fucking me. After biting and sucking a lot, drooling on my breasts, kissing my whole body until he sucked my cricket. My bouquet had been mocked countless times, but it kept mocking while he was sucking it. What a delicious bouquet, what a good smell, she's mine, just for me. Sucking, sucking, sucking, as he stuck his fingers up my ass. He stuck his big stick in my butt, and it all went in because I have a butt and I'm soaked. He asked me to ride just like he did with his grandson, and I rode a lot, and he squeezed my breasts, and sometimes he breast-fed them, too, and he enjoyed my pussy, and there was a lot of sperm coming out, and the old man must have been very fertile. He wanted to fuck me from behind to see my rabbi, but I asked him to put his stick in my mouth, which he did. I made a delicious mouthful before he ripped my ass off. When I was four, he licked my ass a lot, then he stuck his chest in it, and I felt a lot of pain at first, but then I got used to it and I gave in to the pleasure. We spent the rest of the night fucking. The other day, he wanted more, and so did I. After all, it seemed like the more he was eating me, the more I wanted the stick inside me. He took pictures and videos of me, said it was a keepsake, filmed me at the bowling alley, asked me to masturbate and show my boobs to the camera, sucked me and filmed me. Until two days before Marcellus returned, I had another surprise, which I tell in the continuation of this story. I'm going to stop here because I'm going to keep masturbating thinking about how readers will react, thinking about what they might do while they're reading this story. Cheerful kisses my darlings from your Carla