Chapter 3
Granny wriggled her ass on my cock like a kid rolling candy in his mouth to savor its deliciousness, then murmured, "You sure learnt good all I teached you 'bout sucking titty, Lukey boy. If all other grannies'd learn their boy-child grandyounguns like I learnt you, they'd keep on enjoyin' life and lookin' like whole-bodied women years longer than most do."
"How you figger, Granny?" Abner spoke up. He'd seated himself on the grass beyond my feet where he had a grandstand view of Granny's bobbing ass and my cock as she stroked it in and out of her hungry cunt. But right then Granny wasn't giving old Abner much action to watch, so he'd obviously heard what she'd said.
Like I'd asked the question, instead of Abner, Granny looked down at me lovingly, wriggled her ass on my cock again, then told me, " 'Cause a woman's tits need to be sucked hard and licked good several times most every day to keep fresh blood boilin' through 'em like it ought. That keeps tits full and firm and young, 'cause they're bein' used frequent and regular like they was intended to be. Look at most grannies and you'll see what happens to tits when a woman don't keep them exercised proper; they lose all their body, thin out like flour-and-water flapjacks that hang down to her belly button or can be throwed over her shoulders like two used-up, empty old rawhide sad-sacks. And that's exactly what my tits would look like right now, 'stead of being nice and ripe and young and full, if you two sweet boys hadn't give them regular use and long-time attention. You not only keeped my tits young and full of life, you kept the blood boilin' through all the rest of me so that sometimes I thought I'd just never be able to wait 'til you'd growed up enough more to learn fucking. I sometimes used to think this here day'd never come!"
Granny's head tipped back on her shoulders and she closed her eyes tight shut and wriggled her ass on my cock while I kept gobbling away at her tits. Seeing how much pleasure I seemed to be giving her gave me a sudden feeling, a strange new power. Abruptly I took my mouth away from her tits long enough to ask, "You really like the way I suck tit, do-"
Granny's protesting cry cut me off, sounding strangely tight-voiced and desperate as she pleaded, "Don't stop, Lukey! Don't stop!" Her eyes had popped open and she was staring down at me searchingly, anxiously.
I felt a devilish impulse and innocently asked, "You want I should keep up just what I been doin' and nothin' more?"
"Leave everything else for me to do, Lukey baby!" Granny gasped breathlessly. "You just keep suckin' titty and leave all the rest-"
She broke off sharply with a long, moaning, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-huh!" as I popped both her tits back into my mouth and applied all the suction I could create while I sent my hot tongue licking in and out and around between Granny's taut nipples with lightning-fast swirling motions. Granny began wriggling her cunt on my cock like a sunfish trying to wriggle off a hook, grinding her belly against mine like her hungry cunt couldn't get enough of my cock.
I sucked on Granny's tits harder than ever. A long, anguished, "Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h!" exploded out of her and her ass began bobbing up and down over me, hammering my cock in and out of her blazing cunt.
There was kind of a roaring sound in my ears, like when you've been running and your heart's pounding, and through that came Abner's excited yell, sounding distinct but far away, urging, "Fuck back, Lukey! Fuck back! Help Granny plant that juicy old swinging meat of yours deeper! Get your dead ass off the ground and help shove it to her!"
I shoved my ass upward, bridging my back up off the ground, trying desperately to do like Abner said, to shove my tingling cock even deeper into Granny's sizzling cunt than she'd been able to send it. I'd never had such gosh-darned good feelings in all my life before as Granny's cunt was filling my cock with. They were overflowing from my supercharged cock and flooding through all the rest of my body. I'd never experienced anything like it. All of a sudden I had the whole answer to a question that before that very moment had mystified me: why older boys I knew there in the hollow lost all their interest in jacking off once they'd had their first good fuck. Time and again I'd seen that happen and it had puzzled me, because to me a good jacking-off had seemed pretty great. Now all of a sudden the very thought of it seemed like a total waste.
I gave another upward shove of my ass off the ground, driving my cock a little deeper, I think, as Granny slammed her belly back down against mine. Anyhow, something happened. A wailing scream came tearing its way out of her. She pulled her ass away, then slammed it back at me, plunging my cock back to its hilt in her fiery cunt. She acted like she was trying to turn her cunt into a yo-yo and my cock into the cord it wriggled and spun on and ran up and down. I felt a sudden kind of electric excitement filling her burning cunt, felt muscles in it working on my cock frantically like your hand works on a cow's tit when you milk her. I'd never been told how a woman did when she came, but somehow I knew Granny was coming and I was the he-man on the end of the cock that was in her sweet cunt and had made her come. I felt twelve feet tall! I hoped old Abner had his damned nose right up close to the crack of Granny's ass where he could see every move; tell me how to fuck, would he, when I was the one who'd made Granny come like an exploding teakettle and he'd never got the job done. If I hadn't been so damned busy gobbling Granny's sweet tits, I'd have laughed right in cousin Abner's face.
Then again, I probably wouldn't have because I forgot all about Abner. I was too busy watching and listening to and marveling at my luscious grandmother as she struggled over me. I swear, Granny acted like she was blowing her mind, the way she was carrying on, screaming and hammering my cock into her ravenous cunt. She was carrying on more and even louder than some of the women folk do at the Holy Roller camp meetings.
I just hung onto Granny's big tits and sucked like crazy while she fucked me furiously, like her very life depended on how fast she could hammer my cock in and out of her cunt. Granny kept screaming and her cunt kept milking away at the hardness of my cock. But I'd gotten so busy watching her instead of being centered on my own building cargo of sensations, that the pressure I'd been feeling earlier had eased. That's not to say it didn't still feel great. Granny's sweet cunt felt hotly moist, gripping the entire length of my stiff cock like a wetly clinging velvet glove as it kept milking away on my hardness. All I mean is I found I wasn't feeling like I was so near to an explosion that might blow off the whole head of my cock as I had felt before I got caught up in how Granny was carrying on. And that discovery didn't make me feel bad, whatever; the longer I could keep this up while holding off that explosion, the longer I got to enjoy myself. Jacking off had taught me that much; once my cock exploded, I knew it was all over for at least fifteen minutes. Since that very first fuck with Granny I've found out a man's skill at holding off or delaying that explosion of his cock is one of the most important skills every real lover has mastered. The fast-come, buck rabbit boys are the ones whose unsatisfied wives are most inclined to try to get even for their old man's poor performance by sneaking behind his back with some other man. You really can't blame the women; they're only hoping to find some man who knows how to finish what their own old man is always getting started in them but never stays long enough to finish.
Call it dumb luck, but I managed to hold my fire, managed to cool it enough not to shoot my wad by making myself think about other things awhile whenever the pressure of good feelings in my cock got to building too high. My cock was still loaded when Granny finally quit screaming and riding me like she was trying to pound my ass into the ground. She was panting like she'd had a hard run when her movements finally slowed. Her cunt-muscles weren't milking away at my stiffness any longer; she'd stopped coming. But she kept stroking my cock in and out through the rippling, encircling muscles of her tunnel of love. She moved so slowly the thought hit me she was trying to tantalize me. Then I got a glimpse of her face. Her head was tipped back on her shoulders, her eyes were clenched shut, and her face was twisted in a grimace that looked like she was in awful pain.
Surprise shot through me. The boys who Abner and me hung around with in the hollow did about as much talking about fucking as any other bunch of boys their age, but none of them had ever said but very little about how girls come, like whether girls have the same limits on their power to come all boys and men do. So I'd just took it for granted when a woman got her gun off once, she had to take a while to reload, like a boy or man.
Looking up at Granny's face, however, as she slowly but steadily stroked my rigid cock in and out of her luscious cunt, I suddenly realized she was rapidly building to another terrific explosion. Little moans were beginning to come from her as she stroked my old short-horned cock in and out of her sweet cunt several more times and I kept gobbling her tits as I watched her with growing amazement; damned if I wasn't even better than I'd thought! I felt fifteen feet tall, and very important.
Now Granny was easing my cock in and out like it filled her cunt so full she felt a real need to be cautious. You think that didn't make me feel great? The low moan coming out of her had become almost continuous, rising and dropping but never breaking off entirely.
Lordy, you know what she did then? She paused, her sweet ass completely still over me momentarily, and tensed a muscle somewhere that made something that felt like a hot little hand hidden in the depths of her cunt give the tingling head of my cock an affectionate tweak. I gasped with the pleasure of the sensations that gave me and a low, soft chuckle came from Granny over me. I tried tensing muscles in my lower belly and felt the head of my cock give a sudden jerk as it lay buried deep inside her; Granny gave out with a gasp of pleasure.
Granny and I exchanged several of those caressing little inner throbs and squeezes. I kept right on sucking and licking away like crazy at Granny's delicious tits. She began acting like she couldn't stand holding still any longer. She began wriggling her cunt on my cock, grinding her belly against mine, all the while moaning and gasping in obvious pleasure.
I could feel a charge of growing tension tingling within her cunt. My probing cock could detect the beginning of a change in the texture of the tissues lining her cunt.
Granny's ass began moving over me again, up and down, stroking my cock in and out of her steaming cunt. My cock could feel fresh flows of that hot sweat of passion which lubricates a cunt in direct proportion, I've found out since, to the pleasure that cunt's owner is experiencing. I had heard how older women's cunts supposedly often get dry and unsensitive, but there was nothing dry or unsensitive about Granny's sweet cunt. She made a trip to Joplin every few months, ever since she'd come back to the hills from working outside, to get what she joked about as her sex pills with stuff in them she called hormones that she said helped keep her young. I figured maybe them hormone sex pills of Granny's had been what kept her cunt so juicy, instead of it drying out like most older women's are supposed to.
Abruptly Granny switched from those slow, gentle movements to a frenzied hammering, riding me wild and hard like she'd done before. She made our bare bellies come slapping together like clapping hands at a ball game. What a ball game! And that moan coming from her was growing steadily louder.
As abruptly as she'd started them, she stopped the wild, furious fucking movements, switching to long, slow strokes again mixed with a rotating movement of her hips, like when she was wriggling her cunt on my cock. She began mixing short strokes with the long ones, strokes so short the head of my cock moved not more than an inch in that feverish cavern of mystery where it was buried deep inside her.
I became aware of something else new to me as Granny was giving me some of those short, slow strokes; I felt the head of my cock rubbing against something deep within her that felt almost like a pair of lips of some kind there deep inside her. Each time the head of my cock rubbed slowly across whatever it was, Granny's moan would rise, growing louder. The look on her face was like she was suffering pain, but I was catching on that in sex that kind of look on a woman's face meant she was enjoying a feeling of pleasure so exquisite it was almost painful. But not quite. I had a hunch Granny wasn't far away from coming a second time. I wondered if her second come possibly could turn her on as wild as her first had? I hoped so, but I really doubted it.
Just then I heard Abner whining, "Why'n hell you keep on keeping on fuckin' him, Granny? You already both come, so let me have another turn, now you've hottened up finally, so I can show little Lukey how to really make it good for you."
"Shut up and watch and try to learn something yourself, you buttermilk-brain!" Granny snapped waspishly, which wasn't really at all like her.
She completely stopped moving abruptly and pulled her tits away from my mouth. She looked down at me, a determined glint in her eyes, and began steadily milking away at the head of my cock with that hot little grip she had deep within her belly. Instantly the pressure of sensation in my cock and lower belly skyrocketed. "What'n hell're you doing, Granny?" I panted.
Granny grated her words through clenched teeth, telling me, "I'm taking no more trips alone, Lukey lover. A man who learns to hold off and not go with a girl can nearly fuck her to death and turn her into his slave. But I'm the one who's learnin' you, not you me, so we take the next trip-"
She broke off, acting startled as I suddenly caught her tits between my hands, raised my head off the grass under us and before she could jerk them away sucked Granny's excitedly taut nipples back into my mouth. I bit them lightly as I turned on the suction. What she'd said had sounded like a challenge and I felt a devilish determination to call her on it. As my mouth recaptured Granny's tits, I shoved my ass up off the grass, raising her, reversed direction and jerked my cock almost out of her, then sent it plunging back into her superheated cunt as deep and as hard as I could drive it.
Granny turned loose a wild, trembling scream. Her lips were twisted like she was in terrible anguish as that scream tore its way out of them. Like she had no power to resist me, she shoved her tits back down against my mouth and her ass again began bobbing over me frantically. As she drove my cock in and out of her sizzling cunt, she kept milking steadily at the head of my tingling cock with that delicious inner grip she'd started giving the head of it. She had our bellies clapping together like applauding hands again. She'd started screaming and her screams were rising higher and getting louder.
Somewhere far away I heard Abner's bewildered sounding voice demanding in alarm, "What'n hell're you doing to poor Granny, Lukey? Whatever it is, stop it, damn it! Stop it! Can't you hear nothing? You're killin' her!"
"Shut up, you clabber-headed fool! Shut up!" I heard Granny form her scream briefly into furious words. Then she was just screaming and riding me like her life depended upon hammering a hole in the ground with my ass.
Within me there was a feeling like my senses were about to be completely swallowed up by something about to explode. I fought it, determined not to fire my wad until I was damned good and ready, determined not to let Granny take it away from me whether I was ready or not. I forced myself to ignore the deliciously fiery charge of sensations Granny's wildly gyrating cunt was supercharging my cock with as she kept hammering it in and out of her sizzling cunt. I forced myself to think of fights I'd won, anything and everything exciting I'd ever done that had nothing to do with sex.
I'd never in my life before tried doing anything that had been harder. Lordy, what a power of sensation Granny's burning cunt tried to overwhelm my senses with as she rode me like one of the older fellows trying to break a riding mule. Of course in this case, Granny was doing it all, both the wild riding and the bucking that was getting done too, screaming like a painter on the hunt all the while.
I reckon it couldn't have lasted more than a minute, but to me that wild ride of Granny's as she came her second time seemed to never end. Because, try as I might to keep my mind occupied with other adventures, my mental walls kept crumbling before the overpowering pressure of sensation as Granny's delicious cunt tried to supercharge my swollen cock into an explosion. It was sheer torment. And sheer delight. My struggle against it made it stretch out and last and last excruciatingly and exquisitely. Was I ever getting initiated into the fine points of fucking skill!
Time came, however, when I felt my desperate control beginning to slip steadily. I was about ready to resign myself to defeat in this delectable struggle with Granny. The frantic wriggling of her sweet ass seemed too powerful for male flesh to resist any longer. As I reluctantly relaxed, mentally and physically, to give myself over to enjoyment of the eruption, Granny's irresistible movements over me abruptly stopped as she collapsed upon me.
Talk about sweet triumph! I almost yelled. Had she bobbed her ass two or three times more, my traitorous cock would have gone berserk, splattering my wad all over Granny's steaming inner surface, exactly like she'd been trying to make me do. But she'd failed to bob her sweet ass those two or three additional times and I'd won our little contest of wills. Suddenly I no longer felt like just a green, damned hillbilly kid; I felt like a man who had proven himself a man in a contest very few are man enough to win. Man enough to hold his fire until he chooses to allow it to explode; man enough to withhold his fiery charge until he chooses to shoot it, rather than allowing it to be taken away from him at a time not of his choosing.
Granny lay there on top of me panting, her heart hammering like she'd just finished a desperate race. I abruptly realized we were both sopping wet with sweat; we'd both be ready for another dip in the swimming hole.
Granny's breathing quieted after a while; I tensed the muscles I'd discovered made the head of my cock jump. It gave a little lunge deep within her quiet cunt. Granny moaned, her voice sounding awed, "It still feels good, even after the wild ride I've just took. That cock of yours is like a real magic wand, Lukey! Real magic."
I felt twenty feet tall and my cock felt a foot long inside Granny's relaxed cunt. I chuckled, "You liked that, huh?"
Granny clucked, "I'm amazed my poor cunt wasn't burned out by all the lightning you sent raging through it. I'm even more amazed how good that magic wand of yours still feels. Can't describe how good it feels. Except I wouldn't be surprised it could full-charge me in almost no time at all and start me coming again, impossible as it seems that ought to be. You are really something else, Lukey lover."
I made the head of my cock jump deep inside Granny's cunt again. She moaned softly and brought a hand up to run her fingers through my hair as she whispered, "All the growed men I've ever fucked could've took lessons from you, sweet Lukey. And Granny's been thinking you'd be her own private cherry. Which one of the little snips of this holler got to you ahead of me? How'd she ever learn you so much about control, and you still so young?"