A girl spends the summer with her grandparents to fulfill her desires

When I first found out that I�d get to spend the summer
months with my grandparents, at their cabin downstate,
I was thrilled. My parents had never allowed me to
visit them down there, much less spend an extended
amount of time with them.

I�m an only child and still live at home, even though
I�ve nearly completed all my college courses. I�m
majoring in nursing and only have my student rounds to
complete before getting my degree in nursing. I�m
really looking forward to getting that done.

Anyway, I�m 23 and average for a girl my age. I stand
almost 6 feet tall and have short, dark brown hair. I�m
not lucky enough to have a boy friend right now. Guess
I�ve just never thought about it. I like my own
company, as well as that of my family.

I�m not sexually active, either, which totally amazes
most of my friends, which doesn’t mean that I haven’t
had a few sexual adventures though. With my studies and
still living at home I�ve put that thought in the back
of my mind. I figure that when the time is right I�ll
know it and then I�ll be able to do something about it.

Little did I know how my visit to my grandparent�s
cabin was going to change my life forever.

My first week at the cabin was not very interesting.
I�d just gotten out of school the previous week and had
spent most of this one just getting over the trials and
pains of the constant studying. I was glad I didn�t
have to focus on anything other then relaxing for the
whole summer.

One night, after watching a particularly interesting
movie, I was heading to my room when I heard some
noises coming from my grandparent�s room. As I got to
the door I leaned towards it, listening to what might
be happening behind that closed door. What I heard
reminded me of the noises I heard at home, when mom and
dad were in the middle of their weekly sex engagement.
I moved away from the door and went on to my room.
After all, I was tired.

As I finally got in bed I realized that the noise from
the other bedroom had gotten a little louder. No matter
how hard I tried I couldn�t ignore it any longer and
got up to investigate.

As I got to the door I noticed that it was slightly
ajar, something I�d not noticed earlier.

I put my ear to the crack this time and listened.

“Come on, John. Stick that hard dick of yours up my
pussy. I�m ready to cum and I need that hard tool
inside me when I do.”

“Just give me a minute, Janet. I�ve got to get Maxwell
out of the way first. You know how much he loves to lap
at that juicy pussy of yours!”

“Maxwell!” I thought. Maxwell was in my grandparent�s
room? What was Maxwell doing in my grandparent�s
bedroom, and most importantly, what was he doing
licking at my grandmother�s pussy? I just had to find
out, but not tonight.

Silently, I moved from the door and returned to my
room. Even though my mind was racing and my heart was
throbbing in my chest, I could still clearly hear the
conversation that had happened in that room. I was
totally amazed when I realized just how wet I was
between my legs. Surely all that couldn�t have had that
kind of effect on me! I�d never even considered sex,
other then listening to my parents (and now my
grandparents) indulging in the activity that had gotten
me into this world in the first place.

I woke up the next morning and found that I�d been
playing with my own pussy, my fingers still between my
legs and my panties still wet with my own juices. I
wondered what I was going to do about last night and
found that I didn�t have an answer.

The next day grandma and I went for a walk in the
woods. She told me about a hunting cabin grandpa had
there and wanted to show it to me. She assured me that
we could walk there and be back in plenty of time for
supper, so I agreed. After all, a little exercise would
do me a lot of good.

After we had been walking for a while grandma turned to
me and asked if I minded if she took off her blouse and
walked in the nude. I told her that I didn�t mind at
all, if she�d not object to me doing the same thing.

It was then that I found out that my grandparents are
sometimes �nudists� when walking on their property.
After all, as grandma told me, there was over 500 acres
of land here that they owned and the nearest neighbor
was something like 15 miles to the south of them.

“It�s not like we�re going to be seen by anyone,” she
told me.

I had to agree with her on that one.

As we walked I did notice that her breasts were quite
large, much larger than my own, which are really small.
Hey, I love them the way they are, too. My mother takes
after her mom, with a large �rack� of her own. She�s
always told me about the persistent back problems
associated with big boobs, which makes me really glad
that mine are so small.

I also noticed that her nipples, when erect, which they
were then due to the dampness and chill in the air,
stood out almost an inch! Those were the biggest
nipples I�d ever seen on a woman before.

In my past, while never having been with a man, I�ve
had several lesbian relationships, and none of them had
ever had nipples like grandma. Made me wonder what her
chest would look like in a blouse when they got cold.
“NICE!” I thought to myself.

The walk seemed to be all down hill to the cabin, which
was nestled among several large cedar trees. The look
of the place was quite rustic and the silence around
the place felt good.

Inside I was surprised to find that it had all the
amenities of the house they lived in. A portable
generator provided the electricity and there was even
indoor plumbing, which grandma told me was furnished by
a natural spring right outside the back door. There was
a large bed, which we both flopped on. We were tired
from the long walk and just wanted to rest a while.

“Tell you what, dear. There�s a shower in the bathroom,
so why don�t you take a shower and we�ll rest for a
while and then head home in a little while. It�ll feel
good to get all that sweat off your body and make you
feel much better, too. I�ll join you in a little bit.”

“Ok, grandma. I think I will.”

The bathroom completely took me by surprise. It was
HUGE!!! The shower alone took up half the space of the
room. Inside there were 4 shower heads, each with a
small padded bench below them. I�d never seen a shower
like this before, but I had heard of them, and even
seen pictures of places like this. Kind of reminded me
of the shows I’d watch with my mom on HGTV when I was
home. Those pictures were in mansions though, nothing
in a small hunting cabin like I was in now.

“Oh, well,” I thought. “Just enjoy the moment, and the
shower. Don�t complain about it, you idiot!”

I quickly stripped off the rest of my sweaty clothing
and turned on the showers, getting the water just as
hot as I could stand it.

When I stood up and turned around I was startled to
find my reflection staring back at me from a full-
length mirror in the opposite wall. Even though the
room was filling up with steam from the shower, the
mirror remained free of film.

“It was made not to fog up when the room steams up,”
grandma told me, as she stood at the sink. “We like to
be able to see what we�re doing in here and a fogged up
mirror doesn�t help at all.”

“Never would�ve thought of that,” I told her.

“Come on now, dear,” she told me as she entered the
shower stall. “All that hot water is being wasted by
standing out there.” With that she stuck her head under
the water stream from one of the heads and let it fall
on her face as she tilted it upwards to the source of
the water.

I joined her and did the same thing. The water did feel
good on my head and the rest of my body, as it streamed
from the nozzle and hit me. I didn�t realized just how
tired I�d gotten by the long walk and the water seemed
to be beating the tiredness out of my body. But then
again, hot water has a tendency to do that to me. I
just relax and forget about things around me.

I stared at the body of my grandmother. For a woman in
her late 70’s, she kept her body up well. Not an ounce
of fat appeared to be anywhere. There was no tell-tale
bulge in her tummy area that would have indicated she�d
given birth to a daughter (my mother) and a son.

Her arms and legs were slim and well proportioned. She
had long, slim fingers, with delicate nails that she
kept trimmed and painted a pale blue, which was my
favorite color. I also noticed when she turned around,
that her pussy was completely nude. Not a trace of hair
anywhere on her lower body. I�d always wanted to shave
my own pussy, but had never gotten up the courage to
actually take a razor down there.

“You like what you see there?”

“Never thought that someone your age would keep her
pussy shaved, grandma.”

“Like I�m sure you think of things like that,” she
laughed.

“Not really. I�d thought of doing that to mine but just
couldn�t bear the thought of taking a razor down
there.”

“Then don�t.”

“Huh?”

“I don�t use a razor down there. In one of your
grandfather�s magazines I found an advertisement for a
cream that removes all your hair, without any pain and
no burning. I ordered it, at your grandfather�s
request, and have been using it now for over 30 years.
Your grandfather likes it hairless and I�ve gotten so
used to it that I just keep doing it. There�s a tube in
the cabinet you can try. If you like it I�ll order some
for you when I place my next order.”

“Thanks, gran. I�ll be sure to let you know how I like
it.”

It was then that I noticed that I was being caressed by
more than the hot water. Grandma had come up behind me
and placed her hand on my small breasts, her fingers
finding my nipples and tweaking them to hardness. I had
to admit, between the hot water and her caresses I was
feeling relaxed. Much more than I thought possible.

Grandma�s hands felt good on my breasts, much better
than I�d have thought possible, if I�d ever thought of
my grandmother playing with my breasts that is.

I stood still and let the ministrations continue. She
cupped my breasts, small as they are, and kneaded them
with her large, but gentle hands. I found myself
totally relaxing in her caresses and let a slight moan
escape from my mouth.

She turned me around and planted a huge, passionate
kiss on my mouth and I was soon returning that kiss.
Believe me, this was no grandmotherly peck on the
cheek. This was a full-blown mouth-to-mouth, deep,
urgent kiss. Her hands moved from my breasts to my
hips, and she began to massage them, pulling me towards
her, holding me tightly in her embrace, an embrace I
gladly returned.

Next she slid down my body, licking my breasts as she
went, and focused her attention on my navel. Never had
I thought of a navel as being erotic. Boy! Was I wrong
on that one? With grandma working her tongue into my
navel I found out that it can be as erotic as any other
place on the human body, providing the giver knows what
she�s doing in the first place.

I could feel her swirling her tongue around the outside
on my navel (I�m an “Innie”) and then as she drove the
tip of her tongue into it, sucking it into her mouth at
the same time. I was loving that feeling and hoping it
wouldn�t end too soon.

However, she had other plans on her mind and began to
once again go lower on my body.

She started by licking around the crease of my legs,
licking on one leg while caressing the other. Never
once, at this time, did she approach my pussy. Instead
she concentrated on my inner thighs and the space
between my navel and my pussy. It was amazing. I was
really enjoying the feelings of having her mouth on my
body.

She stood up and told me to sit on the bench behind me,
which I eagerly did, anticipating what was to come.

“Slide your butt towards the front, dear. I want a
clear access to that beautiful thing between your
legs.”

Again, I did as she asked me, spreading my legs once I
was in the position she�d asked me to assume.

Once situated there, she got on her knees, between my
legs, and started liking me just above my pussy once
more. The whole time her hands were caressing my
thighs, kneading the flesh between them, caressing my
butt as well. Her touch sent jolts of electricity
throughout my body. When her fingers lightly brushed
against my pussy I had my first climax and I knew that
that was just the first of many more to come before we
finished.

I was right, too.

“Hold your legs up, dear,” she asked.

I grabbed my legs, behind my knees, and pulled them up
to my chest, pulling them to the side as well, giving
her full access to what waited between them,
anticipating the first touch of her tongue on my outer
lips.

Once I had my legs in the right position, grandma
lowered her head and began licking once more, this time
concentrating on the top of my pussy, gently licking
all around my hole, teasing my outer lips with that
talented tongue, driving me crazy with the sheer
feeling of an impending orgasm.

Her hands continued their ministrations on my hips,
slowly working around to my butt, caressing my cheeks
and sliding her hands, ever so gently, over them. The
feel was totally erotic and I was loving the feeling
and hoping she�d never stop what she was doing to me.

Suddenly I felt the tip of her tongue part my lips,
gently touching the tip of my protruding clitoris, and
an instant a huge climax came upon me, causing my
juices to flow even more rapidly.

Let me tell you this, when I cum, I CUM!!! I am not one
of those ladies who actually squirt her climax, but I
produce enough juices that I have to keep tampons in my
purse, as a safety precaution. I�ve been in positions
where I�ve gotten so aroused that I wished I�d had a
clean pair of panties to change into. The juices have
actually run down my legs, there was so much of it.
With tampons in my purse all I have to do is find the
nearest restroom, insert one, and I�m ok for a while.
It can be embarrassing at times, but I try to be
prepared at all times.

So, I now find my self sitting in a shower stall, in a
hunting cabin in the middle of the woods, on my
grandparent’s property, having my pussy eaten out by my
own grandmother!

“INCEST,” immediately jumped into my mind.

But right then and there, I couldn�t have cared less. I
wouldn�t have complained if it had been Maxwell between
my legs at that moment. Yes, I still remembered what
I�d heard in the other bedroom earlier this week, but I
was too far gone to give a damn! This felt good and I
just didn�t want it to end!

At this point I would�ve gladly welcomed my own mother
between my legs. I mean, I�d already fantasized about
that at one point in my life.

By this time my legs were starting to tire, holding
them up like I was. I wanted to let them dangle over
grandma�s back, but afraid the added weight might hurt
her.

As if reading my mind, grandma stopped for a moment,
saying “Go ahead, dear. If you’re tired let go and let
your legs rest on my back. That�s not going to stop me
from what I�m doing right now.”

I went ahead and rested them on her back, her mouth
returning to my open pussy. She drove her tongue as
deep into me as she could, licking as much of the
inside lips as she could, continuing to reach for the
recessed still beyond her extended tongue.

At one time I felt her mouth leave my pussy for a few
minutes, as she licked just below my hole, at one of
the most sensitive spots on my body. The spot between
my pussy and my ass hole is, perhaps, one of the most
erotic spots I have. Even when I�m alone and I want to
get off with my fingers, I usually start off by rubbing
that area before concentrating on my clit.

Next, she did something totally unexpected to me. She
started probing my ass hole with her fingers, tracing
small circles around that brown puckered bud; slowly
bring me to yet another climax. The feeling I was
getting was amazing. I�d never realized just how
sensitive your ass hole can be, but the feeling was
great and I began to enjoy it. Then she pushed two of
her fingers into that hole and moved them around deep
inside me, causing more feelings to emerge from that
area.

None of my previous lesbian encounters had ever
massaged my ass before and it began to make me wonder
if they knew just how stimulating it could be. I�d have
to remember that the next time I had such an encounter.

Meanwhile, gran�s mouth was still exploring my pussy,
probing her tongue all around the inside, as well as
the outside, of my lips. Sucking on my clit and
drinking all the juices I could produce, and that was
quite a lot.

Looking up from between my lets, gran suggested that we
finish the shower and then go to the bed, so we could
finish up there, where we�d both be comfortable. I
readily agreed with her. My butt was starting to get
numb, sitting there on that bench, even though it is
padded.

We both washed each others body, paying more attention
to some parts of our bodies more than others. We let
the hot water caress us and stood there and let the
water rinse the soaps from each of us. It was by far
one of the most relaxing showers I�ve ever had. I hoped
we�d be able to do more of this in the future.

Once we got out of the shower and dried off and dried
our hair we went into the larger room and got up on the
bed. It was much softer than I�d imagined.

“It�s goose-down feathers,” grandma told me.

“Your grandfather has a thing for warm, comfortable
beds and since we didn�t have one in the main house he
decided to put one down here for our little �get-a-
ways�, and I�ve always enjoyed that �sinking� feeling
you get when you first lie down on it.”

I had to admit, once I�d settled in the softness of it,
I found it was something I could readily get used to.
The feathers didn�t seem to make that much of a
difference to me, but the feel of the flannel sheets,
combined with the comfort of the mattress was just too
much. I knew that by the time we finished our little
tryst that I�d fall right to sleep, so I just gave up
on getting back to the main house before sometime
tomorrow.

By the time grandma got to the bed I was more than
ready to take over from her and do to her the same
thing she�d already done to me.

I literally pounced on top of her as soon as she was
settled and started by taking first one, than the other
of those hard, protruding nipples into my mouth,
tonguing them, nibbling on them, and sucking on each
one until she was moaning with rapture. While using my
mouth on her breasts I used my hands and slid them down
to her hips, massaging the firmness of her flesh, and
liking the feeling of them under my hands. The flesh
was supple and smooth for a woman of her age, but then
again, she took excellent care of her body, so why
shouldn�t I expect to feel what I did.

By :Comixs

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