【Me, Hee-won... swapping partners】(38)

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The bus moved slowly. On the sofa at the back, my bare buttocks, stained with the old man's semen,

clung damply to the inside of my black dress. I'm always particular about cleanliness, but at this moment, I felt no aversion whatsoever. The owner of the semen had granted me three

pleasurable orgasms before finally ejaculating onto my buttocks—this was his due… release.

Just now, I straightened my long legs, raised my buttocks, and received the old man's release; his semen was so warm, so plentiful

and thick… Thinking back now, it stirred up erotic thoughts—if I allowed him to ejaculate inside my vagina, with both of us

reaching orgasm simultaneously, that would be the most perfect sex…

My husband had already made it clear that he was infertile due to illness and would become impotent within six months. Therefore, he wanted me

to have sex with other men so that I could conceive another man's child… Now, he had indeed agreed to me having sex with my grandfather. So,

going further … internal ejaculation, he should have no objection either. Everything depended on… my will.

Before marriage, the day after my period ended was always safe. Being conservative, I

only allowed my ex-boyfriend to ejaculate inside me a few times without a condom, after much pleading… The pleasure of having his semen splashed on my vagina was unforgettable. My husband

has difficulty getting an erection and ejaculates infrequently; I haven't experienced a man's orgasm inside me for years…

But, as comfortable as it is, not using a condom carries the risk of pregnancy… And my menstrual cycle has

recently become completely irregular—a woman's emotions affect the timing of her period, and since this 'partner swapping' incident, for the past

two or three months, I've been mentally and physically unstable, and my periods are no longer regular…

So, when Grandpa asked if it was safe, I could only tell him it was all messed up… With irregular periods, I can't calculate

my safe and fertile periods… If I indulge in momentary pleasure and let Grandpa ejaculate inside me, what if I get pregnant?

Even though I've already gone all out and had sex with a man other than my husband, what if I get pregnant with someone else's child? This concerns

a young life, absolutely not to be taken lightly…

I leaned against the old man's left shoulder to rest, my small hand lingering, gently caressing his

penis, which was gradually shrinking after ejaculation. A man's body is truly wondrous; those small corpora cavernosa, when engorged with blood, can become long, thick, and hard, bringing

women boundless pleasure…

Seeing how much I adored his penis, the old man gently lifted my chin and smiled faintly: “Want to do it a few more

times with Grandpa?”

“Mmm.” Overwhelmed with shyness, I still managed a soft moan in response. Although I had experienced three consecutive orgasms, we hadn't been intimate

for nine months . Now that this rare moment of liberation had arrived, how could I not want to do it a few more times?

A virtuous wife, openly expressing her desires, Grandpa's brows furrowed with pride: “When the car arrives at Grandpa's house, the night is still long.” When

I got into the car, it was just dusk; a whole long night was yet to come… My heart pounded again.

Grandpa let me rest my head on his reliable shoulder and covered my eyes with his hand: "Rest for a bit."

After three orgasms, I was truly exhausted, so I nestled close to the old man and closed my eyes to rest. On the other hand, I also

didn't want to have the chance to glimpse my husband—I had my husband's consent to making love with Grandpa, but

I didn't know how he would view my initiative, boldness, and cooperation during the process.

Not to mention, the hurtful words I uttered under the old man's guidance—'Husband...I'm

...making love with...Grandpa...' 'I just...orgasmed...twice...' 'Grandpa, you...are hard...' '

Grandpa is...longer, thicker, and...firmer than him!' 'I want to...make love with you, Grandpa!'

Thinking of this, I dared not face reality and pretended to be asleep with the old man as my pillow. He reached out and hugged me; his body was warm and

made me feel safe.

The carriage was silent until Grandpa broke the silence: "Mr. Wang, look how soundly your wife is sleeping."

"Hmm," my husband responded, both of them speaking softly as if afraid of waking me.

After the deliberate provocation of her husband's "partner-swapping" session had passed, the old man returned to his polite demeanor: "Just now, did it make

you feel too uncomfortable?"

"No, what you did... was exactly what I... wanted." Her husband hesitated, but didn't show any displeasure:

"I've never been able to satisfy Xi Yuan, and I've always wanted another man... to... satisfy her in my place."

The old man spoke sincerely: "Your wife is a virtuous wife, worthy of being satisfied. It seems you won't blame her?"

Her husband's tone was certain: "Absolutely... not."

The old man held my left hand and gently patted my shoulder: "With your words, she can rest assured

."

I understood; Grandpa had seen through my pretense of sleep all along. He understood the unease of a newlywed wife, so he deliberately tried to elicit

her true feelings to reassure me...

I pretended to change my sleeping position, tilted my head back close to the old man's ear, and said in a voice that my husband couldn't hear: "Thank you."

Upon hearing this, the old man gently hugged me tighter in response. We shared this little secret that my husband was unaware of, which made me

feel a deep connection with my grandfather—it was so sweet…

The

bus stopped, indicating we had arrived at my grandfather's house. I pretended to have woken up naturally, but the windows were opaque, so I could n't see

anything outside.

My grandfather, like leading a girlfriend, pulled me off the bus by the hand. My husband followed behind us, but I was still too embarrassed to look at

him.

Outside, it was already night. The bus was parked halfway up the mountain, next to the garage of a luxurious villa. The driver didn't

get off, and there were no other houses nearby. My arrival, this celebrity wife, went unnoticed.

My grandfather led us into the garage: "There's a staircase in the garage that leads directly to the house."

The spacious garage contained more than ten cars of various sizes and models. There were Harley-Davidson motorcycles,

convertibles with only two seats, seven-seater family cars, and antique cars whose names I couldn't recall…

But after only a few steps, my high heels nearly caused me to slip… Luckily, Grandpa

reacted and steadied me in time.

Grandpa, half concerned, teased, "Are your legs tired?"

I gave him a shy, sidelong glance… It was all his fault for making me do those three positions earlier; my legs were… aching

.

The old man helped me approach a beautiful red sports car. I recognized it; it was a Ferrari, too famous.

Grandpa had me sit on the streamlined hood: "Sit down for a bit."

He gently put his left arm around my waist, making sure I was settled, and whispered, "Otherwise, you'll twist your ankle and won't be able to learn the new positions."

"You're such a tease," I lightly slapped his arm. My husband was standing nearby, but I naturally

flirted . Once a woman has been possessed, she can't help but feel closer to that man…

The old man's right hand suddenly covered the deep red cups of my sexy lace vest: "A perfect match, just like the car,

a passionate red."

The white-haired old man's eyes, beside his wrinkles, were filled with lust again: "Luxury cars, beautiful women, every man's dream."

"Before we go inside," his left hand lightly tightened around my waist, "should we warm up a bit?"

Oh, he wanted to...do it with me...in this garage, in this Ferrari...?

I didn't answer, my first thought was to glance at his casual pants crotch—he had just

ejaculated about ten minutes ago, and he could...recover so quickly?

The old man saw my question, directly pulled my right hand to his crotch, feeling the answer—he had recovered so quickly

, and was erect again! Moreover, the size and hardness were no less than before!

He swept his left hand across my back and his right hand kneaded my chest, grinning mischievously, "Just seeing your face makes Grandpa hard

! And that waist, those breasts..."

His erotic compliments confirmed my feminine charm, and I felt a secret thrill. I nodded slightly, tacitly allowing the old man to turn the garage into

a balcony—

I sat on the hood of the sports car, and Grandpa, standing in front of it, began to kiss my cheek... Knowing my husband was watching from a short

distance , I didn't look over, pretending he wasn't there, which lessened my embarrassment and shyness.

Since my husband had said in the car that he would never blame me for having sex with Grandpa... then I'll do it again... no, I'll do it

once more —Grandpa said there's still plenty of time tonight...

Although I was already erect, Grandpa wasn't in a hurry. He gently kissed my cheek and reached out to stroke

my ears, which were visible beneath my hair. I've always been self-conscious about my slightly protruding ears: "Am I... not pretty?"

The old man shook his head: "How could I not be pretty? Every part of you is beautiful in Grandpa's eyes."

Women love to hear sweet words from men, especially... during intimate moments. A sweet feeling welled up inside me, and I turned my ear

towards his mouth: "Then kiss me...both sides."

Grandpa readily agreed, his lips gently caressing my ear, which was like a white seashell. He parted his lips, lightly taking my earlobe in; he extended his tongue,

gently licking the back of my ear; he moved his teeth, lightly nibbling at my earlobe... My ears were extremely sensitive, both itchy and pleasurable...

He moved to the other ear, blowing air, sending breezes to irritate the ear canal; a large tongue invaded the ear canal, wet and

warm, licking and probing...

Oh... I don't know why, he had kissed my ears in the car before, but the pleasure in my ears now was

several times ?

I was so sensitive that the ornaments under my earlobes swayed back and forth, and the old man murmured in my ear: "Feeling good? Your

rigid husband has never tried doing it with you on the bus, or in the sports car in the garage, has he? The unfamiliarity and novelty

will all turn into...pleasure."

My ex-boyfriends and husbands have always only been proper, making love with me in the bedroom indoors. The novelty of "car

sex" and the unfamiliar garage made me slightly tense, my senses focused, and my pleasure amplified...

My ears were burning from the kisses... no, it was my face, my whole body that was burning. The old man's teasing had only just begun, and I

was already burning with desire...

"Grandpa will take you to different places to make love in the future." He licked my ears until they were completely wet: "To

the park at night for some outdoor sex, to grope you in the movie theater, to the men's restroom, behind closed doors... each has its own kind of

excitement ."

His vivid descriptions made me excited: "Okay, take me there..."

After kissing my ears, the old man moved on to my lips. He guided me to open my mouth, to stick out my tongue, and let him

gently lick my tongue tip and base. His hands were also busy, rolling up my lace vest into a circle and placing it under my neck,

revealing my C-cup breasts.

His tongue circled and licked my tongue, its surface and back swirling; his lips sucked on my tongue repeatedly,

greedily swallowing it from the tip to the root. He simultaneously plucked my two indented nipples with both hands, his index and middle fingers relentlessly

making them sensitive and erect; then he continued to rub and knead them, stretching the two red plums until they were swollen and long…

“Suck, suck…” I was like a pet puppy, obediently sticking out my little tongue to my master, letting him suckle;

my two cherries on my chest were gently pulled by four fingers until they swelled and became engorged, about the size of a little finger. Looking down, my

tongue and nipples, both protruding forward, were wantonly played with by Grandpa's mouth and hands; the pink tip of my tongue and the nipples

formed a three-pointed, lewd triangle…

My tongue felt so good being sucked by Grandpa, I wanted my breasts to enjoy the same pleasure, so I withdrew my little tongue, pulled in my stomach and straightened

my chest , offering my slightly upturned, bamboo shoot-shaped breasts to Grandpa's mouth. His eyes conveyed a knowing look, and he immediately began kissing

my breasts… Ah, we understood each other without words; our lovemaking was starting to have a certain tacit understanding…

The old man alternated between left and right, nibbling at the two white, smooth breasts; his lips sucked, his tongue traced circles,

his front teeth gently biting, changing the way he savored the two delicious red beans. Every inch of my breasts was licked until they were wet, and I felt so comfortable

that I arched my upper body, thrusting my breasts forward, offering them to his mouth…

Grandpa was multitasking, one hand on my fragrant breasts, the other hand pulling down my legs, supporting them on the hood and spreading

them open; he then deftly lifted my skirt to my waist, revealing my long legs—

my underwear had been taken off by my husband, and with the old man's manipulation, I was now in a shameful M-shaped spread, naked.

Moreover, unlike before when I was leaning against him in the car, this time we were facing each other, my genitals fully exposed to his

view .

“Like last time at the meeting,” he kissed my neck, softly coaxing, “masturbate for Grandpa to see.”

Last time, my audience was my husband; Grandpa only sat behind me, unable to see the whole thing. Now, he

wanted to make up for it…

I gently twisted his kissing neck, refusing, “No…it’s too embarrassing.”

He teased, “Don’t you understand your own body? The more embarrassing it is, the more excited you feel.”

That first time masturbating in front of my husband was indeed very stimulating; if I did it again in front of Grandpa, it would definitely be

just as exciting…

As I hesitated, Grandpa’s mouth pulled my tongue out again; his right hand continued to gently tug at my erect nipples; his left hand, however,

began to target my clitoris, which was resting beneath my pubic hair. He had already explored it thoroughly in the car, and now he was even more skilled,

easily pushing up the foreskin and gently kneading the delicate little clitoris with his fingers.

Oh… The old man’s thumb and forefinger, as if by magic, rubbed my clitoris until it was swollen in the blink of an eye… Just now,

my protruding tongue and nipples formed a seductive triangle; now, my tongue, nipples, and clitoris all stretched forward,

forming a diamond-shaped pink dot from top to bottom…

Grandpa's teasing slowly made me lose all shame, and I wanted to comfort myself. As always, he saw right through me,

and guided my hands to join in, one hand touching my breast and the other caressing my genitals: "Come with Grandpa—"

Our lips met, and we kissed deeply; he took one of my breasts and I took one, massaging and kneading them; the small

clitoris was enough for us to share, each of us using two fingers to play with it together... Masturbation with an old man's participation

was so much more stimulating than doing it alone...

I felt my clitoris swell from a tiny grain of rice into a round bean, incredibly sensitive; the slit below was even more

susceptible to teasing, flowing with a babbling brook, moistening the entrance to my paradise. Before the old man could even touch my vulva, I already...

desperately wanted it...

The old man wasn't in a hurry. He turned to look at his husband, who had been neglected for so long: "Mr. Wang, your wife is truly a beauty

!"

I glanced at him furtively. The old man then cruelly mocked his husband, who stood a few feet away: "A female celebrity's face

goes without saying!"

As he spoke, he rubbed my breasts, changing their shape drastically: "These beautiful breasts are so smooth and slippery, so nice to touch and

taste!"

He then lowered his palm and stroked my pubic hair: "The hair is just right, as soft and beautiful as the hair above."

He moved one of his index fingers along the outline of my labia majora: "The area below is also pink and pretty."

The old man pulled my index finger and inserted it into my vulva with him: "Inside, it's even more of a 'masterpiece'!"

He guided both of our fingers, exploring the secrets: "Tight, moist, and with strong suction!"

"Just now, I inserted it three times, and Mrs. Wang squeezed it so well!" His 'praise' made me frown.

Did my genitals really bring him such pleasure? I unconsciously used my slender index finger to feel my vagina—

hmm, I don't have much sex, my vagina is really tight, it must feel so good to a man, right? My vaginal lubrication is plentiful,

the inner walls are wet and slippery, definitely convenient for a man…

I've never experienced this before, besides my own little hand, another man's finger is simultaneously entering and exiting my vagina…

Grandpa actually understands my body better than I do; every touch of his fingertips and pads gives me a wonderful feeling

. A man and a woman, two fingers, helping me masturbate, it's so obscene… However, fingers quickly were

n't enough—

I freed my hands and hurriedly pulled the old man's outer pants and underwear down to his knees, touching his already fully aroused,

erect penis: "Give it to me…"

The old man smiled smugly, about to thrust, when suddenly he seemed to remember something and stopped: "Wait a minute—"

He looked towards the stairs at the garage exit: "Grandpa, go upstairs and get a condom."

I was both shy and confused: "I didn't use a condom in the car…"

He pointed to his penis to explain. "You just ejaculated, aren't you in danger? It might not be safe."

Yes, there's still semen left on his penis and inside his urethra; if it gets inside me, it could cause an accident…

The old man tried to pull up his pants: "Wait a few minutes, Grandpa."

Without thinking, my hands grabbed his waist: "Don't go…"

Grandpa was a little surprised, then mocked: "Can't even wait a few minutes?"

I could hold back for nine months, but after three pleasurable

sexual encounters had become completely uncontrollable. Forget waiting several minutes, I wished the old man would

insert his penis in this very second…

"You want me not to get a condom?" Seeing my uncontrollable desire, the old man became playful with his prey: "Then

what do you want?"

What do I want? My period is all messed up, and I don't even know if I'm on my safe period or in my fertile period...

Seeing my hesitation, Grandpa deliberately added fuel to the fire, using both hands to twist my clitoris upwards and insert his penis into my vagina downwards: "

Give Grandpa an answer quickly!"

I might be safe, or I might be in danger... Damn it, he's bullying me! My clitoris, inside, was aroused

even more …

I hugged the old man’s shoulders, only daring to whisper in his ear, “Come in…”

He knew I was shy, and whispered back, “Aren’t you afraid of danger?”

“No, I’m not afraid…” Even during the danger period, nothing necessarily happens…

Grandpa straightened his back as he stood in front of the car, and I felt the glans touch my labia majora: “No condom, there must be

other reasons, right?”

I lowered my eyelashes in embarrassment: “Comfortable…”

The tip of his penis intentionally or unintentionally brushed against my labia minora: “Comfortable?”

I sat on the hood of the car, and my vulva couldn’t help but move forward, letting my labia minora press against the tip of his penis: “No condom…

that’s the most comfortable!”

After tasting the wonderful feeling of our genitals touching, who would want to be hindered by a layer of film,

only scratching the surface ?

“From now on, you have to have real sex with Grandpa!” The old man kissed my forehead, no longer teasing me, and straightened

his back , his penis parting my labia majora and entering me with pleasure—

love juice overflowed, the passage was without resistance, and his penis entered me all the way in for the fourth time. Suddenly filled, I hugged

Grandpa , shivering... The feeling of being satisfied was so fulfilling...

The old man didn't immediately thrust in or out. He first took off his suit jacket and folded it on the hood of the sports car behind me, then helped me

slowly lie down: "You're tired, do it lying down."

I rested my head on the folded jacket, using it as a pillow. My clothes were disheveled, my breasts and genitals exposed, as I lay on the hood of the car.

Looking around, I could see that my legs were connected to the old man's genitals as he stood on the ground. Grandpa was so considerate; this normal

position was much easier than the previous three.

Grandpa spread my flat legs apart, grabbed the outside of my thighs for leverage, and began to slowly and deliberately move his penis

in and out . Compared to the stormy pace of his third hard thrust, this slow, gentle in-and-out motion allowed my private parts

to gradually adapt, slowly accumulating pleasure.

He moved so slowly, so gently, even delicately. My vagina felt his penis,

moving , rubbing every millimeter of the flesh wall, producing every bit of pleasure.

The male and female genitals repeatedly approached and separated; the sixty-year-old man's pubic hair was completely white; the pubic hair of

the woman was jet black and glossy; with each thrust of the penis, the white pubic hair and the dark garden intermittently collided.

The grandfather's graying hair starkly reminded me of the age difference between us; yet his sexual prowess, surpassing that of many young men,

was enough to make me disregard his age…

Our pubic hair rubbed together, making a rustling sound, and the old man's movements gradually quickened. His penis moved in and out faster, driving…

The love juices created a series of soft, wet sounds. Oh, what an embarrassing sound… The faster he moved,

the more my vagina secreted, and the louder the sounds became… My husband couldn't keep me this wet…

Thinking of my husband, I glanced at him. He stood a few feet away, staring wide-eyed as the old man penetrated me.

Not only masturbating in front of him for my grandfather to see; I even risked allowing his semen-covered genitals to enter me…

Under my husband's watchful eye, my physical and mental reactions were intensified—

this was the fourth time I'd had sex with my grandfather in front of him… The shame hadn't lessened, but the stimulation had surged—

I wanted my husband to know that I didn't want the old man to wear a condom, that I wanted sex to be more pleasurable… But, is it alright? Didn't he

say he would never blame me?

The old man noticed my gaze, bent down, cupped my face in his hands, and his expression darkened: "What did I say

to you ?"

He seemed angry, thrusting his hips forcefully, his penis penetrating deep into my vagina with each stroke: "Don't you remember?"

Several forceful thrusts forced me to repeat aloud: "Don't pay attention to that good-for-nothing anymore... focus on

making love ..."

The old man glared at me, his lower body showing no mercy, venting his frustration: "Then why were you still peeking at that good-for-nothing?"

"Ugh... I won't look anymore, I won't look at him anymore!" Each heavy thrust made me beg for mercy: "I

'll focus ... on making love with you!"

The old man slowed his penis with satisfaction, caressing my hair and face: "From now on, you'll only make love with Grandpa, not with

that good-for-nothing, okay?"

After the fierce onslaught just now, he switched to slow, angled thrusts and vertical penetrations, once again subduing my body and soul: "I won't

do it with him... from now on, I'll only do it with you!"

"Good girl, Grandpa will continue to pamper you." His tongue explored deep into my mouth; his lower body resumed its speed,

moving in and out quickly . Saliva dripped from the corners of my mouth, and love juice flowed from my labia; both my mouths were wantonly invaded by him.

Touching the streamlined front of the car with my palm, I was suddenly filled with vanity—even female celebrities probably have

n't tried making love in a Ferrari worth millions of dollars, right? It's a pity I can't take a selfie and post it

on Weibo, otherwise many girls would be envious...

My bra was rolled up to my neck, my short skirt was lifted to my waist, and I lay on the metal hood with my bare back and snowy buttocks exposed, my skin

was freezing cold; but the hot penis piercing between my legs made my lower body burn. The burning sensation spread throughout my body,

affecting my body, and I unconsciously bent my legs, feeling like I was about to... come...

The simple missionary position was naturally no problem for Grandpa. He leaned forward, his lower body

working hard, the rapid piston-like movements seeming to have lasted for more than ten minutes. I looked up at his sweaty, flushed face; he

was clearly nearing his climax, just like me…

“Ugh, ugh…” He bent down to kiss my ear, making a final, triumphant announcement: “Grandpa’s almost there… I’ll

ejaculate outside…”

“Don’t stop! Don’t go out…” I hurriedly wrapped my arms around the old man’s shoulders, pleading, “Just a little longer!

I’m almost… there too…”

He had a rare expression of mixed joy and sorrow, as if he were struggling to hold on: “If we keep going… Grandpa won’t be

able to hold back…”

But I felt that if I could just do it for a few more seconds, be penetrated a few more times… I could go… my

fourth orgasm of the day…

A pair of beautiful legs in fishnet stockings involuntarily wrapped around the man’s waist: “Just one more minute… a few more thrusts

!”

At the critical point, the old man couldn’t stop either, thrusting faster and faster: “A little more… and I’ll… ejaculate

inside …”

He would ejaculate… inside me? What if today is my fertile period… No, it might not be dangerous…

Even if it is, ejaculation inside me doesn't necessarily mean… fertilization… At most, I can buy… emergency

contraception tomorrow morning…

I leaned back, my starry eyes moist, gazing at Grandpa, and blurted out: “Shoot…shoot…”

Assuming today is truly dangerous, assuming the emergency contraception won't work tomorrow… Anyway, my husband already

said —

he wants me to have sex with other men, to the point of…pregnancy—

I hugged the old man tightly, my legs instinctively crossing behind his waist and hips: “Shoot inside…me!”

Grandpa heard this, first surprised, then delighted, his eyes shining: “Good! Grandpa will shoot inside you—”

"Gah, ga, ga..." The man, no longer hesitant, thrust in and out with all his might; the woman, too, opened her body and mind, ready

to receive the seed of life: "Ah, ya, ya~~"

The old man's final thrust brought our genitals tightly together, his six-inch-long penis penetrating deeper than ever before

: "I'll shoot it into you—"

The already thick glans swelled even more in an instant, and the pent-up male essence finally gushed out in a torrent:

"Grandpa...I'll shoot it all into you!"

A stream of hot, viscous liquid shot rapidly into the depths of my honeyed depths; the man's body trembled afterward, his penis

gushing out a second, third, and fourth wave of semen, splashing freely onto the extremely sensitive female flesh walls after three orgasms—

the warm semen filled the vagina, as if melting the woman's most delicate mucous membranes. I

reached my climax just seconds after the old man: "Ah, ah, ah~~"

At my fourth climax, I bit Grandpa's neck in a frenzy, not only gripping his shoulders and back with my arms, but also crossing my legs

to lock his hips and waist, allowing him to penetrate me as deeply as possible; Grandpa also held my shoulders tightly, thrusting his lower body repeatedly until

he released the last drop of semen, only then collapsing weakly onto my half-naked body.

"Ugh, ugh..." Intense sex, both reaching climax, we were both panting heavily. I raised my tired hands and

gently stroked the thick silver hair on the back of the old man's head, which rested beside my face.

Grandpa raised his head, smiled, and reached out to wipe the sweat from my temples. Our eyes met, and silence spoke volumes

. Naturally, I lifted my chin and kissed him again, a

deep, passionate kiss after the climax. The kiss was even more intoxicating; I lost myself, closing my eyes in bliss. After a long while, I felt

Grandpa release my lips and say to the side, “Mr. Wang, you’ve seen enough, haven’t you? How about we give your wife

some privacy? She’ll stay here tonight. You can take my driver back to the hotel now.

I’ll take Mrs. Wang away tomorrow.”

After a moment’s hesitation, my husband answered in a weak voice, “…Okay.”

Then came the sound of a bus opening and closing, starting its engine, and driving away.

I knew my husband was gone, and only then did I open my eyes, meeting Grandpa’s gaze: “Why…did you call him …”

"Go?"

Grandpa gently touched my cheek. "You can only truly relax when he's not here."

I looked at the old man with gratitude and shyness, while simultaneously feeling his penis slipping out of my body.

The old man helped me sit up and straightened my clothes. I also helped him put on his pants... His penis was still

half-erect, and it felt... like he had plenty of energy left.

He pulled me towards the stairs leading to the house: "Come on, let's go upstairs."

I looked back at the Ferrari; on the bright red hood, glistening, was my... love fluid...

Under my black miniskirt, between my legs, the cool semen was flowing back down my thighs...

The night was still long... Tonight,

how many more times will I make Grandpa... ejaculate?

(To be continued)

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