Granny's Farm

Ronald loved the farm. As a city boy, living in a high rise with his mom and sisters, holidays at gran's place in the country were magical. It was like his very own personal theme park.

It was a proper working farm. Hundreds of acres of paddocks with outhouses and machinery, horses and cattle and sheep and workers doing their work including his grandmother. She worked in the big house.

The house was more like a mansion than a house, with miles of corridors and dozens and dozens of empty rooms for a young man to explore. It was so big that their pokey little flat in the city would easily have fitted into a small section of the east wing. There were two enormous sprawling levels. It was big enough for a small army.

The Blackmore family had been living there for hundreds of years but there was only one left now. Mortimer Blackmore was a reclusive man. In all the years his family had stayed in that house Ronald had never seen him, not once. Gran didn't talk about him much except to say he had business concerns overseas, so he was often not there.

Elusive he may have been, but he was generous. He allowed Ronald's family to stay whenever they wanted so he couldn't have been all bad. They'd been spending Christmas and New Year with nan for as long as the boy could remember.

Ronald and his family stayed under Mr Blackmore's roof in the servants' wing. He had his own room and so did his mother. His stupid sisters shared even though they could easily have had rooms of their own. The family had their own kitchen and bathrooms as well. It was like a hotel.

It was just fine with Ronald. The twelve-week school holiday was just barely long enough for the boy and he didn't care if his sisters got bored. They just couldn't see how good it was.

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THE SECRET HIDING PLACE

He found the abandoned office in the barn when he was twelve.

Climbing around in the rafters of the historic old building he came across the little room up above the hay bale stack. Back in the day hay must have just about filled the whole barn and would have been stacked up almost to the ceiling but these days there was hardly any need for fodder. The barn was used mostly to park machinery, tractors and trucks and the big combine harvester.

A hundred years ago there had probably been stairs up to it but they had been removed. The only way up to his new hideout now was a rickety old ladder that was nailed to the wall of the barn.

His little hideout was perfect. It was full of pigeon poop and cobwebs so he knew nobody had been there for ages... years... maybe decades. It had a proper door that closed and glass louvre windows across the back wall. There was furniture as well - a big old timber desk and an old-fashioned wooden office chair that swivelled.

It immediately became Ronald's base of operations. For the next several years it became the offices of Julius Marlow, Private Eye. They were also the bridge of Captain Blood's pirate ship, a smugglers hideout and a spaceship en route to Alpha-century.

But boys grow up. By the time he turned eighteen, it became the best possible place to jerk off. His big pile of comic books was pushed aside and replaced with back issues of Harpers Bazaar and Cosmopolitan and his most prized possession - a big glossy porn mag called Busty Mature Babes.

So Ronald discovered the joys of masturbation. His adventurous sojourns around the farm turned into hours and hours of edging his magnificent huge cock. He would strip off all his clothes, lay the thick glossy porno on the desk and jerk off with two hands, staring at the pictorial stories and imagining the things he would like to do to those big busty women.

He was always careful to spray his seed well away from the glossy pages. There were already several spreads irretrievably stuck together when he found it in the pump shed where some cowboy had left it. He wasn't going to make that mistake.

One day he was looking at the one with the big-breasted, fat assed old woman who was stripping off to have a bath. This has always been a particular favourite.

His hand started moving up and down the shaft of his huge cock, enjoying that wonderful preliminary tingle.

Ronald was not a big boy by any means. That is to say, he was not tall. His mom said he still had some serious growing to do, up and out and assured her son that his father had been small and slight at his age as well.

Ronald had appreciated her kindness but his mom didn't know that his cock was disproportionately large. Any feeling of inadequacy the little fellow felt immediately vanished when he considered his massive dong standing up so hard and proud - like a baby's arm... with the hand held in a fist!

He flicked the page to where the old lady was lying in the tub submerged in bubbles. The woman's huge tits floated on top as did her big round belly and thighs.

For the first time he noticed she had big stacked up piles of white hair tied up in a bun just like gran wore it... and it was silver-grey just like grandma's...

With a gasp of shock, he realized why he liked these pages so much. His grandmother was older but there were so many similarities...

He studied the model's features closely. She had the same round face and rosy cheeks. Her saggy neck and the laugh lines around her eyes and mouth were just like his gran.

And her body as well...

He flicked the page to where the model had stepped out of the bath and was drying herself, wiping the bubbles off her huge balloon-shaped boobs with a big fluffy white towel.

"Ohhh gran..." he murmured imagining the voluptuous body superimposed on his grandmother.

Just thinking about it being her almost made him blow his load.

The old plump woman had her back to the camera with one delicate foot up on the edge of the tub. She was wiping bubbles off her shin, bending over so her magnificent big ass was spread and he could see the curly gray pubic hair around her big gaping pussy and her dark mysterious asshole. Her big thick legs and large protruding bum were just like his grandma.

"Oh fuck gran, oh fuck gran..." he groaned pounding his meat. He could feel himself about to cum, fucking his gran...

Flick the page again to the voluptuous old model pinching a big hard nipple and rubbing her pussy...

"OOoo gran... ohhhh fuck gran... I'm F... FUCKING YOUUU...

Cum squirted out of his cock for the fourth time that morning, cum gushing out from that inexhaustible reservoir that young men seem to have. Great big white ropes of the stuff jetted out like a firehouse. For the first time, he broke his cardinal rule and directed it all over the women's picture.

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GRANDMA WOODGROVE

Even though she was overweight, years of hard work had left Carolline Woodgrove a healthy, vital woman, especially for someone well into her 60's. Her loose tuck-shop lady arms and thick thighs disguised real muscle and she was still pretty flexible for an old girl, bending down to the dishwasher or stretching up to high cupboards without too much trouble.

She needed to be. It was a big house and she had so much to do.

Since the revelation he'd had about his nan, Ronald had started wandering around after her like a lost puppy. He watched the way her big body moved, fantasizing about the things he'd like to do to her.

Her clothing was simple work-ware, perfect for chores she did around the big house but also amazingly revealing to the horny young man with the perpetual boner in his pants.

The simple cotton-Lycra sweatpants she always wore came in lots of different colors - bottle green, burnt orange, lemon yellow - but all were old as the hills, thin and pilling.

They must have fitted her at some time in the past but even then they would have been tight. Now they clung to her like saran wrap, the soft fabric disappearing inside the deep inviting cleft between her huge protruding bum cheeks.

She wore the simple elastic waisted sweats high up over the bulge of her plump belly. If he followed the curve over her stomach, down her abdomen and between her legs he could see a furrow - a valley where the tight elastic was riding up inside her pussy.

On top she usually wore t-shirts. Some had prints on them like the big yellow smiley face or 'I heart NY' and so on. These were very cute but the ones Ronald really liked were the plain dark colors with the low scoop neck. They showed off her lovely deep cleavage and, as she never ever seemed to wear a bra her huge turgid nipples were outlined in sharp relief.

Unfortunately, his grandmother hardly ever wore her maids' outfit. He figured that Mr Blackmore was a country man who didn't see the need for uniforms. When he asked about it, she promised she'd put it on some time so he could see how it looked. "It's a bit tight in places but I can still wiggle into it," she laughingly told him.

It was obvious to everyone that gran loved him the most. She had lots of grand******** and she loved them all, but Ronald knew he had a special place in her heart.

The intensely warm-hearted old woman had always singled him out for her special attention - to the delight of his two sisters who teased him mercilessly. Never within anyone's earshot of course.

"Granny loves Ronald, granny loves Ronald." "You're going to marry grandma aren't you?"

When he was a very ********** he had hated granny's kisses and hugs though he put up with them. Even then he realized how much he meant to her. He would wait till he was on his own in the bathroom or in bed before he scrubbed her lipstick off his cheeks.

For her part, Carolline had always thought he was so adorable to put up with her over the top attention. It just made her want to squeeze him and kiss him all the more.

It was such a pleasant surprise when he started squeezing back.

'My ********** must be growing up,' she thought happily to herself. 'He finally wants to spend some time with his old granny.'

He was talking more as well, following her around, chatting about all sorts of things as he helped with her chores.

The long days of the school holiday break whisked by with her new companion. He helped her in the vegetable garden, he helped with cooking, washing and drying, folding clothes in the laundry... and dusting. All the blessed dusting.

Every little job she did he was there to help and because Ronald seemed to really appreciate her big hugs and kisses now, she got into the habit of thanking him and praising his efforts.

The simplest tasks would win him a kiss and a squeeze and because he returned her affection Carolline found herself happily bestowing more and more of her love on him from her endless supply. Only if they were on their own of course. Subconsciously she knew something had changed in her young man's life.

"Thank you for doing that dear," she'd say and clap him to her voluminous chest.

His diminutive height put him right at eye level with her huge tits and, if there was no one else around, she would allow him to bury his face right down inside her cleavage, his hot cheeks pressed between those big soft mountains of flesh.

His desire surprised her at first but it was very pleasant. These special cuddles could go on for minutes. She would feel his hot breath on her chest and his arms around her waist. More and more he was rubbing her back as well, and sometimes his hands seemed to stray down over her big behind. He must have been doing this accidentally but it sure did feel nice...

"What a good boy you are..." she'd say.

As the weeks progressed Carolline found herself accommodating his innocent fumbling more and more. Ronald was becoming as tactile as she was and while some of his ******* was a little inappropriate she would never have wanted him to feel embarrassed. If her handsome young grandson wanted to touch her that was just fine with her.

She just made sure that they were alone when he fondled her breast or stroked her big fat ass. It was so very nice.

Their goodnight kiss was the same. She knew he used to endure the quick peck on the lips she stole before bed every night. Now their evening kiss was becoming more and more lingering.

Worrying that Ronald's new affection for her was being noticed by his mother, she carefully kept his nighttime kiss to the bare minimum, pulling away if it lasted too long.

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A KISS GOODNIGHT

One night when Ronald was on his way to the toilet he found his granny standing behind her partially closed bedroom doorway. Putting her pointer finger to her lips she beckoned him closer. When he obliged, she let him in and closed the door behind him.

"I know you like to give me a goodnight kiss Ronnie dear," she said taking the boy in her arms. "I love that you do dear..."

Ronald immediately thought 'I've gone too far. "I'm really sorry gran," he started. "I didn't mean to upset you..."

His granny laughed and squeezed him tightly.

"No, no you silly boy. I was just going to say that the others would not understand."

They held each other very close, the old woman in her ankle-length nightly that clung too tightly on her rubenesque frame and the boy in his pyjamas.

"And I love it too dear," she said softly.

Ronald looked up at his grandmother's sweet round old face and before he really knew what was happening, she bent down and kissed him long and hard on the lips.

"There," she said huskily. "What could possibly be the problem with that..?"

"N... nothing at all gran," he stammered. "Nothing at all."

"...so if you want a proper kiss goodnight from your nan, you can just sneak in here when they've all gone to bed," she said in her matter-of-fact way. "It can be our little secret."

The lovely old woman ignored his hands on her ass. She stroked his hair as he kissed her neck. She pretended not to notice that his huge erect cock had pooped through the fly of his pyjama pants and was nuzzling into her pale blue floral nightie - the massive purple head pressing against her crotch.

She just pretended it was all normal affection, convincing herself nothing was going on that was inappropriate. 'Simple biological impulses' she said to herself.

That night Carolline Woodgrove went to bed with a pleasant tingle, a breathless kind of excitement that made her stomach flutter. 'He really is the dearest boy,' she thought to herself.

When she realized she'd read the same page of her novel three times she set it aside. Unsurprisingly, Carolline found her pussy wet and responsive to her fingers and within a few short minutes, she was gasping in the throes of a powerful orgasm. Masturbation was certainly not unusual for the lusty old woman but using her young grandson as the catalyst was.

Ronald's reaction was much more predictable. He closed the door to his room, discarded his clothes in midair and jumped naked onto his bed. With his knees up and spread apart he used both hands on his foot-long tool.

The opening of his cock was only inches from his face when the cum squirted out. It went everywhere - over his forehead and through his thick brown hair, into his eyes and nose but mostly into his open mouth. He swallowed it and gagged on it as it dribbled down his chin.

"Ohhh gran," he sighed.

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CHURCH ON SUNDAY

On Sunday everyone went to church. Ronald knew how much his gran looked forward to the singing and getting dressed up in... well, her Sunday Best. His mother went because gran went. Ronald and his sisters went because their mom told them to.

This week Ronald didn't go. He had some things he wanted to do.

His claim of a sore stomach drew some sceptical looks but he stuck to his guns and finally, his mother approved it. He was to stay in bed and rest.

At 7am that morning all the women clambered into Carolline's old Mercedes and, with his gran at the wheel, headed off for the two-hour drive into town.

Ronald was completely alone in the house.

There was literally nobody for miles. Even the half dozen cowboys who had nowhere else to be were bunked down in the shearer's shed on the other side of the farm.

The young man would be completely free to do anything he wanted till midday at the earliest... make it 11am to be on the safe side.

His heart was pounding as he made his way to his grandmothers' bedroom. Just being in there made him horny. He stood in the doorway and stripped out of his clothes, dropping his shorts and shirt in a pile on the floral carpet.

Her bed was springy and plush. A memory of Goldilocks and the Three Bears came back to him... 'and the bed in the middle was just right'. Her pillows smelt of her, lavender and soap.

From where he lay, he could see his naked body reflected in the big hanging mirror on the wall. A slight young man, flushed and wide-eyed with a magnificent erection sprouting out of his lap.

His eyes fell on her white timber dressing table, covered with his gran's beauty products; brushes, combs, creams and cotton buds... He sat his bare ass down on the little white cushioned stool and rifled through her personal belongings.

He found the top drawer had her lingerie in it. Desperately excited he rummaged through the satin slips, chemises, corsets and big bulky bloomers. A silky black petticoat caught his eye and he pulled it out.

The lustrous sheer material was cool and sensual like cold running water. He rubbed it over his face like a towel, breathing deeply and smelling his nan.

Clambering to his feet he held the sexy nightdress up in front of himself, studying his reflection in the long mirror on the wall.

On an impulse, he slipped it over his head.

It looked obscene. The frilly black shoulder straps held it up over his skinny frame but the bra cups had never held less. He rectified this in the way that flat-chested girls have done for centuries. Granny's box of tissues was empty by the time he had given himself some decent boobs.

Now when he looked in the mirror he really was starting to look good. His youthful features looked almost feminine except...

Gran's lipstick and blush provided the perfect finishing touch. In a few minutes, he had applied the makeup. It was rough and ready but Ronald thought he looked beautiful.

He held his colossal cock through the silky fabric and jerked off. The smooth satin felt cool on his big hot knob.

In the corner of his eye, he saw her washing basket.

Shaking with excitement he fell to his knees and dug through her dirty washing until he found a pair of powder blue knickers. He stretched them out to see how big they were, before burying his face in them.

"Oh god grannnn..." he moaned.

Her strong pungent scent had him gasping with lust.

He lay back down on her bed, his head on her pillow and jerked his gigantic cock - his granny's soiled underwear draped over his face.

Ronald was so excited it was questionable whether he would have stopped even if he'd known someone was watching him.

Being where he was, wearing what he was wearing, her makeup on his lips and cheeks and smelling her rose scent everywhere, drove him to actions he had not considered before.

A few years ago, the young man had realized he could suck his own cock. At the time he'd been fascinated and repulsed. He had held the gigantic thing up close to his face and saw he could easily put it in his mouth if he chose to. He held it against his cheek but, at the time, that was as far as it went. He'd filed the information away like an interesting factoid. He wasn't gay so why would he want to do that? His hands felt just fine.

Now, laying on his grandmothers' bed, dressed up like a pretty girl, something snapped inside his head.

He looked down between his legs at the monstrous great bulbous head staring back at him with its one big eye.

There was a large drop of clear precum growing steadily larger and larger...

On an impulse, he licked it like a lollipop. It tasted intoxicating, salty and rubbery and felt like heaven. He licked it again...

...and all his preconceived rules were immediately forgotten.

Pursing his lips he kissed the head and sucked on it like a straw... and flicking his tongue over the sensitive glans, tasted his grandmother's lipstick...

"MMMMMmmmmm..."

With very little effort at all he started to swallow the huge head. Initially, the bullet shape at the top allowed it to go in pretty easily but as it thickened up to the corona he had to stretch his mouth wider and wider.

It felt like it would never go in but the boy was enjoying trying.

Slowly but surely his lips stretched over the huge head until 'pop', it was in. It felt like he'd dislocated his jaw but there was no way he could stop now.

Looking down, wide-eyed and cross-eyed, Ronald, watched his hands rubbing what was left of the thick long shaft...

"MMMFFF... MMMFFF... MMMFFFF..."

It felt so good he thought he'd blackout. As he jerked off he managed to swallow more and more of it until he felt his gag reflex rising...

He couldn't stop. It was like his cock had taken control of his body. When he realized he could still breathe through his nose he pushed it further and further down his throat.

His head was soon moving up and down like a headbanger at a metal concert. As he rocked back and forth, slobbering over his huge tool, tears of pleasure rolled down his face.

"MMMFFF... MMMFFF... MMMFFFF... MMMFFF... MMMFFF... MMMFFFF..."

His cum erupted, bubbling up the long stem of his cock and exploding into his mouth. He tried to swallow but there was too much. Ronald was gagging and coughing as the thick creamy liquid spurted out of his nose or poured out of his mouth, down his chin and onto his chest.

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SUNDAY AFTERNOON

Carolline knew immediately that Ronald had been in her room.

The boy had done a terrible job of covering his tracks. Her blush and lipstick were in the wrong spot, he'd obviously been lying on her bed even though he'd tried to straighten it and most obviously, her best black slip was in her washing basket with a pair of nickers on top. Both were damp and smelt funky.

The first emotion of just about any other woman in the world would have been 'violation' but not Carolline Woodgrove. Her first thought was 'pride'.

She undressed as she ruminated, taking off the pretty summer frock she had worn to church and considered herself in the mirror.

'Why wouldn't he feel attracted to me anyway?' she thought as she studied herself, running her hands over her wide hips and ass.

The dear old woman was a country girl. She saw similar relationships in her farm animals all the time. Her favourite old mare had just sired a beautiful fowl, impregnated by its colt. Why would it be different for Ronny? Ronald feelings for her were not really unusual.

'He just likes fuller framed girls,' she thought, smiling to herself as she cupped her huge round missile tits.

Her big soft cup brazier had a pretty ruffle fringe around the elastic under-band. It held her colossal boobs up high and out in front of her like two bowling balls on a shelf. The dark pinky colored lingerie she was wearing was a personal favourite. It made her olive skin glow.

Her matching old-fashioned bloomers were like pants. 'I really should get some nickers from this century', she thought to herself. 'But they're so comfortable...'

Very elastic and very high waisted they sat up over her round pot belly and were gathered around her plump thighs with the same pretty ruffle as her bra.

Carolline turned to the side to survey her massive round bum. Her big booty jutted out behind and her huge boobs jutted out the front giving her that lovely feminine symmetry that men have appreciated since caveman days.

He'd love to be here right now, she thought, flicking her thumbs over the big thick nipples that were sticking through the brocade of her lacy bra.

Her pussy was getting wet as she thought her situation through. With one hand on her hip, the other absently stroked the gusset of her big bloomers.

'It's perfectly natural that he should love his gran,' she reasoned as she rubbed her pussy, 'I show him my affection every day... it's no wonder he wants to put his lovely rod inside me...'

Her fingers became more insistent. 'I wonder if he's big like Charles and his uncle?'

Ronald had neglected to look in his grandma's bedside table. What a surprise he would have got if he'd just had a quick glance. Carolline chose her favourite toy, the big silver vibrator she called Charly after her late husband.

It was the classic bullet shape but longer and thicker than normal and covered in black latex. The last four inches of the foot-long missile angled up slightly - turned up so the users g-spot could be reached more efficiently.

She eased her bloomers down around her knees and, turning the big toy on, traced little teasing circles over her prominent hard clitoris. It soon stood up hard like a little cock.

"Mmmmmm.." she moaned as the pulsing toy sent pleasurable tingles through her nervous system.

Soon the voluptuous old woman was laying down on her bed in the same place that Ronald had lain not so long ago. She ploughed her sopping wet cunt with the mammoth toy, holding a picture of her beloved Ronald in her mind's eye as she brought herself off.

"Oooo... my darling Ronald," she groaned aloud as she orgasmed.

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SISSY

Ronald hadn't been up to his little hideout for over a week.

When he was sure that there was nobody about, he clambered up the old ladder to his special secret room in the rafters of the barn.

The old forgotten office looked just the same - dried white pigeon poo everywhere mixed in with the thick coating of dust. The late afternoon sun through the glass leaver windows reflected on rays of dust motes

As he always did, he immediately got naked. Closing the door softly behind him he dropped his pants and pulled his shirt up over his head. Sitting down behind the desk on the squeaky old office chair he reached into the bottom drawer for his special magazine.

It wasn't there.

Instead of the cover he knew so well (the two big blonde women pressing their huge tits together) there was something else. A different book altogether. A slim busty teen in a schoolgirl uniform.

He slammed the drawer shut and jumped to his feet, his heart pounding. Someone knew he was here and what he was doing. They'd seen his books... Who would do such a thing?

Heart pounding he looked wildly about for clues.

There didn't seem to be any obvious signs in the little room. When his heart began to pump more normally he sat back down, opened the drawer and gingerly picked up the new magazine like it was dangerous.

The title was SISSY Vol.3 it and it was brand new, the $59 price sticker was still on the front, stuck over the pretty girl's crotch. Ronald got a fingernail under and slowly peeled it off. It came away easily off the high gloss cover.

He stared in disbelief at the big hard cock sticking up proudly from the spot where the girl's vagina should have been.

The book was full of beautiful girls who were playing with their cocks. Or men fucking beautiful girls who were playing with their cocks. Or both. Or beautiful girls who were playing with their cocks and sucking other cocks.

Shock and disbelief quickly gave way to excitement. Completely forgetting his initial fear, Ronald's cock, with a mind of its own, reared up angrily as he studied the beautiful girly boys.

He began to fondle himself as he flicked through the pages until...

On a spread where a beautiful schoolgirl had a faceless man's cock in her mouth, he found a large manila envelope with RONALD printed neatly on the front. His hardening prick dropped like a stone. With shaking fingers he opened the seal and dumped the contents on the timber desk.

It was pictures, photographs printed from a little bubblejet printer like the one he had at home for school work. They were not the quality you would get if they were printed professionally but they were clear and unmistakable.

It was him, Ronald dressed in his grandmother's black slip. He looked at the pictures in disbelief, panic growing in his stomach and tears welling in his eyes.

Someone had scribbled on them as well, short course comments in a thick black felt pen.

The full-frontal picture of him naked holding grans slip up in front of the big wall mirror said... OH DEAR... WILL IT FIT OVER THIS??? and a circle over his massive erect cock.

The one of him jerking off through the slinky black material said... OOOH YESSS... FEELS SO GOOOD... and the artist had added stylized dribble coming out of his partially open mouth and little tears in the corner of his closed eyes.

There were several others but the one with him sucking his cock was the clincher. It was buckled and discolored where something wet had sprayed over it. The note said... IT'S MY CUM ON THIS ONE... SORRY! DON'T WORRY THOUGH... I HAVE LOTS OF COPIES!

Ronald's mind was in an uproar. He could feel his heartbeat pounding in his ears. 'oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck... what am I gonna doooo...?"

Whoever it was didn't seem to want anything that he could see. His mystery voyeur had provided him with more jack-off material and pictures of him violating himself but there wasn't anything else...

He started to feel a little calmer.

'He's jerked off on me as well,' Ronald thought with a little smirk. 'I bet he can't suck his own cock like me...'

To his utter disbelief, his cock started getting hard again.

'...and he doesn't seem to want anything...'

The lure of the glossy girl-boy porno sitting on the desk was strong.

'...nothing I can do right now...'

By the time he'd flicked a few more pages, the fickle horny teen was jerking off again.

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BIOLOGICAL IMPULSES

That night, like every other night, Ronald waited patiently till everyone had gone to bed and all the lights were out. Then he snuck down the hallway to his grandmother's bedroom for his 'goodnight kiss'.

There was chatter and giggling from his sisters' room and his mom had her television on but he snuck quietly past them, stepping through grans partially open bedroom door and closing it softly behind him.

His beautiful nan was wearing her old fashioned pink floral nightdress buttoned up under her chin, reading by the light of her bedside lamp.

She looked at him over her little round bifocal glasses and, putting her book aside, smiled a big conspiratorial hello as he sat down beside her. Then they were kissing passionately. The chaste little pecks on the cheek they used to share were long gone. Their hungry mouths opened to each other now that they were alone, and their tongues intertwined like young lovers in the back seat of his father's car.

Carolline watched Rodney's cock growing up through the gap in his pyjama pants until the massive thing was rock hard, pulsing with blood. 'I'm causing that', she thought proudly. She had become more and more intimately acquainted with his huge cock since he started his nocturnal visits. It was gratifying to see he had inherited her late husband's endowment.

Tonight, she found she could no longer resist touching it. Reaching over between his legs she took his massive hardon in her hand, giggling happily when he moaned.

"Oh grannnn..." whispered Ronald in disbelief. "Ohhh gran..."

She could barely get her hand around the massive trunk. It was so exciting holding a cock again, especially this massive thing. It made her feel young and powerful.

"Shh, ...shh, she dear," she muttered. "It's all perfectly normal... we often need to do such things when we're breeding the stallions... all perfectly natural and sensible..."

The growing pulsing need between her legs was becoming unmanageable.

Ronald watched his grandma's liver-spotted hand moving up and down, up and down... flicking her thumb over the sensitive head of his cock...

As she suggested, he followed her lead and innocently obeyed his biological urges.

Drawing the blanket down from under her monster tits and over her plump round tummy, he found his gran's pretty floral nightgown had bunched up around her waist. Ronald gasped at the sight of her big meaty pussy covered in a thick carpet of grey-black pubic hair.

"No, no... don't Ronny dear..." she protested as he combed the back of his hand through the soft curly locks, "there's no need..."

When he persisted she spread her legs.

Soon they were mutually masturbating each other as they kissed, moaning quietly into each other mouths.

When his grandmother had her orgasm the lovely old woman almost feinted. It had been many years since anyone but herself had brought her off.

Ronald shot his load at the same time as his granny was bucking her abdomen against his hand. With Carolline tugging his cock it squirted, ropes of white cum, gushing like a firehose up into the air.

Panting with lust they tried to muffle their groans with little success. Anyone walking past would have heard them moaning in pleasure as they came.

Their breath slowly got more controlled and their heartbeats steadied.

"Take those pyjamas off dear," she murmured, "and come and give your old granny a cuddle."

She watched him strip off with real curiosity. The young man's body was perfect. Carolline stared at the tight hard muscles he'd kept hidden and that huge cock, now hanging like a third leg between his thighs.

'It's a lovely natural blessing' she thought to herself. 'A product of good evolutionary selection and our family genes...'

She turned off her bedside light and, in the darkness, Carolline drew her grandson in beside her under the sheet. Ronald rested his head on her corpulent breast and stroked her big round belly.

'How nice that feels Ronald,' she said quietly. She could feel his colossal flaccid cock draped over her thigh.

"Thanks, gran," he sighed happily.

"That's perfectly all right sweetheart," said the contended and conflicted old woman. "Everything we are doing is all perfectly natural and sensible..."

"I love you gran," he whispered from her armpit.

"I love you too my darling," she murmured rubbing the small of his back.

Ronald lazily stroked and tickled his granny's big breasts through the cotton of her nightie. His fingers on her big nipples felt so nice. She squeezed him even closer. They lay together like this for a long time.

"I know you were wearing my slip Ronnie," she said quietly.

She felt him tense against her. His first thought was his grandmother had seen the photographs.

Suddenly he couldn't breathe...

"Don't be upset dear... I don't care at all..." she stammered. "I'm terribly flattered that you feel that way about me."

"How did you know Gran?" he asked hoarsely.

"Ronald dear," she interrupted stroking his hair, "I knew straight away you were in my room and I don't care at all...you mustn't worry..."

"B... but h... how nan?" he begged. "D... did someone..?"

"There were lots of things, sweetie," she said kindly. "Things not put back, and the bed cover wasn't as neat as I normally leave it. The big thing was my slip and my dirty bloomers... they were damp my darling and covered in... you."

Ronald sighed against her big left boob. Nan hadn't seen the pictures of him sucking his cock and wearing her knickers like a hat but...

"You must think I'm such a pervert nan..."

The dear old lady was mortified that she'd upset him.

Whoever the pervert was it certainly wasn't her Ronald. Her own wayward son had that honour. Sitting up she reached across him and turned on the bedside lamp, lighting up her loving concerned face.

"It's all perfectly natural my darling," she insisted. "I really thought it was cute. You were curious about me and the way you felt about me. I thought it was sexy."

"But there's more gran... I don't know what to do..."

"My darling boy," she said leaning down and kissing him, "I'll hear no more about it."

"But does this mean I'm gay nan?" he asked innocently. "I mean... wearing your slip and all?"

Carolline regarded his unhappy face and then, coming to a decision, breathlessly began undoing the buttons of her pretty pink nightie. Ronald watched mesmerized as his grans two massive tits fell out.

They were every bit as magnificent as he thought they'd be. Heavy and full but stretched with age and years of not wearing a bra, they hung down over her fat belly like two partially deflated basketballs.

The top of her chest was tanned and heavily freckled where the sun had burnt her over the years. Closer to the nipples the skin was milk-white and traced over with fine blue veins. And there, centred in the middle of the raised areola, were those lovely long thick nipples... little tubes over an inch long and as thick as your thumb.

Ronald shuddered with lust and his cock was immediately rock hard again.

"You like my breasts don't you Ronnie?" she asked rhetorically.

The boy could only nod.

"And wasn't it lovely earlier?" she said as she took his hand and placed it on her hairy grey snatch. "Wasn't it nice... our extra special goodnight kiss?"

His nimble fingers immediately started exploring the shape of her pussy again, instinctively plotting the position of her vulva, caressing her big hard clitoris and delving into the wet inviting spaces between.

"There now... see?" she gasped. "I don't kn... know for sure, b... but I think you ...still like girls..."

Ronald's massive cock had popped up - a foot long pipe of throbbing muscle - standing up proudly as if to say, 'Of course you like girl's idiot'.

Ronald got up on his knees on his grandmothers' bed, kneeling between her thick white thighs. The horny old woman looked up at his tight strong body, her bedside light shining off his beautiful young body like a Greek Adonis. She took his massive tool in her hand and pulled it towards her hungry wet cunt.

'oh god... oh god... it's a natural... perfectly natural thing...' she thought to herself as her beautiful girl/boy reared up over her, his huge inexperienced cock trying to find its way in...

"Here it is my darling," she muttered guiding the huge tool between her legs and into her gaping wet pussy.

It was almost too big. She was wet and open but she was so totally unprepared for the actual size of the thing. She felt like it was her first time again when Father McEnery took her cherry in the vestibule.

"Ohhh my g... god R... Ronald," she groaned. "You're sooo big..."

"I don't kn... know w... what to d... do nan..." he gasped as he pushed further and further into her steaming wet hole.

"Ooohhh... j...just let it h... happen my d... darling..."

Carolline felt like the huge thick rod was tearing her apart. She had had more than her fair share of lovers in her sixty-plus years. Her husband had been big and so was her son but Ronald's...

"Goodness me... by far the biggest..." she moaned.

As he started moving in and out she found herself panting with lust. The colossal cock rubbed against her clitoris perfectly, stimulating it in just the right way. In only a few minutes she felt her anus tightening as her orgasm approached.

"Ohhh nan... it's going to cum... it's going to cum in you..."

"OOHHHH GOD..." she cried holding his ass in her hands as he pumped in and out. "OH... OH... go fast my love... go fast...

He did as instructed. His strong young body furiously pumped her sodden cunt.

They found each other's mouths as their second orgasm rolled over them. Their lips pressed together in a long passionate kiss, moaning into each other's mouths, desperately trying to keep their mutual climax as quiet as they could.

He came deep inside her as she orgasmed, shooting his seed in a massive gush deep into her spasming pussy. A reciprocal gush of Carolline's juices squirted out of her, drenching his balls.

Finally, he rolled off her laughing, sweaty and panting.

"Wow gran," he said. "I'm definitely not gay..."

Carolline Woodgrove lay naked and spent, spread-eagled beside him. She had never in all her years felt anything like that. Her cunt was still quivering and she could feel his sperm dribbling out.

He rolled back toward her and stroked her plump white thighs and large round belly. "Is sex always like that nan...?"

She tried to answer but a strange squawk came out instead, "Grkk brkk..." 'My lord, I'm having a stroke...' she thought.

"...because it is, I want to do it ALL THE TIME..."

"Shhh, shhh now Rodney dear," she panted. "We can't afford to wake people up."

This was pretty unlikely. Really she just wanted time to recover. His youthful exuberance was both exciting and terrifying.

His hand on her belly was so relaxing and she felt herself nodding off.

"But was I any good nan?" he persisted.

She looked at his earnest young face searching hers for confirmation that she was happy with his services. Carolline inadvertently licked her lips as she studied his lovely young body and handsome face. His mammoth cock lay flaccid like a dead snake on the sheet between them.

"You were the best lover I've ever had Ronald," she said. "By far..."

His handsome young face shone with pride.

"Thanks nan," he grinned.

After a while he heard her starting to snore softly and knew this was his cue. He covered his grandma with a sheet and blanket, kissed her on the cheek and headed back to his bedroom.

In minutes he was asleep as well.

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AUTOFELLATIO

The next day Ronald woke up like he was king of the world.

The mere thought of what happened made him grin stupidly. He knew the memory of fucking his grandma's big body would stay with him forever.

Laying on his pillow he played with his cock thinking about her luscious pussy... that magical moment as it slid inside for the first time, 'god she'd loved it' he thought, 'my cock made her cum'.

He was using both hands on his 'morning glory' when it occurred to him that his Nan's pussy juice might still be on his cock.

The horny boy sat up and, spreading his knees apart, tasted the head of his massive cock. It was the same familiar rubbery texture but there was an unmistakable bitterness that had to be his grandma's juices.

'Bonus,' he thought as he slobbered over his huge dick.

He licked up the length of his shaft. Apart from feeling like heaven, his rough tongue was also searching for his nan's pussy juice.

Soon he was sucking his very own grandmother flavoured lollipop.

He'd been practising a lot lately. His multiple daily masturbation sessions usually finished with his own personal head job.

As he sucked up and down on the top half of the thick shaft and gently jerking off on the bottom half (gently so as not to cum too quick) he reflected that his lovely sexy nan was absolutely right. 'I'm not gay and I'm not a deviant,' he reasoned. 'I'm just a very lucky boy who gets to fuck his grandma and suck his huge cock whenever he likes... and it feels sooo gooood!

Ronald wrapped his arms under his knees and began rocking back and forth over his knob as he felt himself getting close. Familiar tingling's in his balls were signalling he was going to cum.

Normally he'd edge himself for a while but he had things to do today so he just let it happen.

In a few blissful minutes, he could felt the jitz explode in his nuts and gush up his foot long tube...

"mmmfff... mmmfff... MMMFFFF..."

...and then he was cumming, swallowing desperately in an effort to get it all down his throat. He was getting better at it but there was so much...

"MMMFFF... MMMFFF... MMMFFFF..."

The thick salty liquid made him cough and gag and he had to let the rest run out of his mouth like a safety valve.

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BLACKMAIL

The rooms where they were staying were down a relatively small side corridor of the huge mansion. At the far end was their kitchen and comfortable lounge room with a lovely view over the South Lawn. Then there was Ronald's room that was opposite his sisters and his mother's room that was opposite grandma's bedroom.

Next to gran's bedroom was an unused room. It was on the corner of their little hallway and the Grand Gallery.

There was nothing unusual about that. There were dozens and dozens of unused rooms in this massive mansion but this one was special. Ronald figured that this had to be where his tormentor had taken the photographs from.

Trying to look inconspicuous he walked down the massive opulent hall with its ornate double story ceiling and long comfortable leather couches, studying the gold framed paintings that covered the walls until he came, as if by accident, to the door of the room.

As he suspected it was locked. It was never going to be that easy. Unperturbed he went to plan B.

Ronald knew the grounds like the back of his hand. He found the window to the locked room easily and was delighted to find it was partially obscured by bushes.

Reaching up as high as he could his fingers just reached the bottom rail of the timber window. Mentally crossing his fingers, he squeezed his fingers underneath and tried to push it up. To his surprise, it slid up easily. When he was sure nobody was watching he hoisted himself up and through. In a moment he was standing in the dimly lit room.

At first, he thought he must have been mistaken. It looked like nobody had been there for years. The mattress on the big old four-poster bed was covered with a canvas sheet that was grey with dust. It was in the centre of the room surrounded by a bunch of other unnamed furnishings, similarly covered in drop sheets. Everything smelt musty and unused.

It just didn't make sense.

Disappointed he was about to give it up when he realized one piece of furniture was not covered. The big old wardrobe standing against the wall that was shared with grandma's bedroom.

He opened the door and, in the dim light, on the back wall, attached to the wardrobe's timber panelling, was a flattened piece of tin that pivoted on a screw. Swinging it aside he found he was looking straight into her room through the back of the big mirror mounted on nan's wall. He could see everything clearly; granny's sunny bedroom was lit up perfectly for a budding photographer to take pictures if he chose to.

Pinned below the peephole was a note.

Dear Ronald,

I knew you would come. Who wouldn't, right?

So now you know how I saw you that day. I've been watching your grandmother as well. I wonder would you like to see some of those photos? She really is a horny old bitch but you know that already don't you? I have some lovely photos of your 'goodnight kisses' as well.

I assume you do not want anyone seeing these pictures Ronald. There is no reason they ever should. If you would like to prevent your mother and your sisters from seeing you cum in your mouth, pick up the phone at your feet and dial 1.

For the first time, Ronald noticed the old black Bakelite phone in the shadows on the wardrobe floor.

He looked at it with fear like it was a huge black spider sitting in the dark, ready to pounce on him. Ronald knew he had no option but to use it - but still he hesitated, his mind racing with the possible implications.

Finally, he realized he really had no choice. He knelt down, picked up the heavy handpiece and dialled.

It was ringing. It rang and rang and rang...

He was starting to hope whoever wouldn't answer it. He could say he tried. Five, ten, twenty rings...

He was about to hang up when he heard a key in the lock.

Suddenly he felt like a cornered animal. As the door opened he made a dash for the window, fully intending to dive through.

"Wait Ronald... wait... don't be silly..."

Something in the tone stopped him and he turned to see who was tormenting him. He studied his adversary like a frightened rabbit confronting a wolf.

"There is absolutely no reason to run boy," he said placatingly. "I'm absolutely harmless I assure you."

Just what a wolf would say, thought Ronald.

The man stood relaxed and nonchalant by the door. His hands were deep in the pockets of a luxurious looking dark green gown covered in purple and pink paisleys and tied with a thick gold rope. He was middle-aged and heavily tanned with a big black handlebar moustache that turned up at the ends like Salvador Dali. The picture of decadent luxury.

'He looks just like an old fashioned villain from a black and white silent movie', thought Ronald. He could imagine this guy, all in black with a stovepipe hat, tying the damsel to the railway tracks.

"I'm Mortimer," he continued, "but friends call me Morty."

"How do you do sir," said Ronald in an embarrassed deferential tone.

"Sir is it?" he responded, "yes, I like that... I am a sir... I own this place you know Ronald."

"Yes sir," said the boy. "My family and I have enjoyed staying here very much."

"I know boy... I know... I've been very generous... I'm like that you know... very generous..."

Ronald found he was relaxing for some reason. Mortimer was a full-grown man who towered over him, but he somehow didn't look like he could hurt a fly. Maybe it was what he was wearing or the way he was standing or his strange lazy way of talking ... quick little bursts in that voice like honey.

"I really don't want anything much you know... it's such a little thing..."

"Sir?" asked Ronald apprehensively. "I'm not gay..."

"Oh goodness me boy... neither am I... neither am I... I assure you..."

He strolled over to a big lumpy sheet under the sash window that Ronald was going to dive back through and lifted the cover. Underneath he revealed a comfortable looking armchair and a little antique side table. The odd man sat down, crossed his legs and, taking a pipe and tobacco pouch out of his pocket, slowly and meticulously packed the bowl.

Matches appeared out of one of his pockets and he lit up, puffing happily. Thick aromatic smoke soon filled the room.

"No, I'm not blackmailing you for that...," (puff, puff) "no, no, no... not for that..."

His blackmail reference was not lost on the boy. He still wanted something.

"Then what sir?"

Mortimer Blackmore studied the handsome young man through a cloud of smoke.

"Well it's quite simple Ronald... quite simple..." he said matter-of-factly. "I want to watch you sucking that lovely big cock... that's all..."

Ronald looked at the man in disbelief, feeling his face flushing a dark red.

"What do you mean?" he asked incredulously. "I can't believe you'd ask..."

"Come now Ronald... please..." he interrupted. "It's not so strange a request as all that... not at all... (puff, puff)"

"But why?"

"Now dear boy... I'm curious... and excited... I'll admit it..." he responded in his nonchalant way. "Surely it's a small price to pay for such a big gain for you?"

"I... I... don't know..."

"There now... you're considering it... good... good... sensible to... "

"I didn't say yes," said Ronald desperately. "I'm not sure..."

"Oh just do it, Ronald... you do it on your own anyway... (puff, puff) all I want to do is watch... where's the harm?"

Ronald was flabbergasted and unsure. He looked about...

"Here? Now?"

"Yes, yes, yes... that would be grand... over on the bed there hey?"

Ronald realized he was going to do. Trying to appear cool he moved to the bed and pulled the sheet that covered it onto the floor. The mattress was bare, the bedclothes stripped off for storage.

He looked at Mortimer expectantly and the old man saw he was looking for guidance.

"Good boy... yes, yes... good lad. Up on there would be good... but you'll need to strip off first. Take your clothes off... get yourself naked."

The last was definitely an order and secretly Rodney was thankful for the direction. It absolved him somehow.

"Yes sir," he replied promptly.

"Over here boy... in front of me... that's good (puff, puff)."

There really wasn't much to take off. He stood in front of Mortimer as directed and stripped off.

He balanced himself on each leg, in turn, to take his runners and white socks off. Then he peeled his t-shirt up over his head as well. His shorts came down last, along with his underpants and he was standing naked in front of this stranger. His big cock, hanging down around his knees, was twitching and getting harder.

Mortimer Blackmore puffed on his pipe looking the young man up and down. He cleared his throat and his other hand stole inside his dressing gown

"Your cock is... unusual... hugely disproportionate..."

"Yes sir," said Ronald hoarsely. The man's stare was giving him butterflies. "I've always thought that as well..."

"There... good.. yes, yes... there it goes..." he said as the boys cock hardened. "Sit up on the bed there... good boy... good boy..."

Ronald jumped up on the high mattress and watched Mortimer drag the heavy armchair over closer to the bed.

"Just need to see a bit better," he said (puff, puff). "What about putting your feet up here ...hey?"

He patted the chair's wide turned timber armrest. Ronald complied immediately, putting his bare feet up on Mortimer's chair.

With Ronald's legs spread apart in front of him, Mortimer leaned forward like a gynecologist inspecting a patient. He was closely watching the excited teens cock getting harder without it being touched, angling further and further up of its own volition.

Ronald was getting really excited now. The thought of the weird guy watching him soon had his colossal cock pointing directly at Mortimer's face.

Ronald felt obliged to wait for permission to rub it. His master didn't say anything for a long while, just puffed on his pipe watching the huge cock growing and hardening. The man's other hand was under the folds of his dressing-gown and Ronald could tell he was jerking off.

He wanted to as well.

When Ronald's cock was fully erect, standing up proudly at a forty-five-degree angle from his body, pulsing and huge, he finally received permission.

"Go ahead now... play with it boy," said his host. "Show me ..."

Groaning with anticipation the young man wrapped both hands around the sensitive shaft and started pumping, slow deliberate strokes up and down, up and down...

"Ohhhh yesss..." he sighed theatrically. "It feels so good sir."

"Mmm... yes, yes... I can see that... (puff, puff) and I think... It's good to be watched isn't it boy?"

To his surprise, Ronald realized it was. He absolutely loved it. Mortimer was watching him with such admiration that he redoubled his efforts.

Over his young lifetime, Ronald had developed lots of ways to appreciate his massive cock. He started rolling them out like party tricks for his appreciative audience.

He cupped and squeezed his big balls as he stroked. He held the top half really tight and pumped furiously on the bottom half. He stroked slowly while using the flat of his hand on the big purple head... smearing his precum over it...

Mortimer watched closely, passing directions now and again. "Go fast" or "use both hands," or "go very slow and edge it a little," and so on. Ronald happily obliged. It felt good to be told what to do and how to do it. He followed his orders as exactly as he good, edging it carefully or pounding it furiously at his master's whim.

After half an hour of this Ronald was desperate to suck it off for him. He was sure his master would want to see that. That was the whole point. 'Why is he making me wait?' he wondered.

"May I... can I... suck it now sir?" he tried hoarsely.

"Not yet... not quite yet..." said Mortimer Blackmore. "I'll tell you when..."

"Mmm but... please sir... I'm so ready to suck it for you..."

"Not yet... soon though... be careful now..."

Ronald's masturbation had almost slowed to a halt. He was at a point where the cum churning in his balls needed only a few good strokes. Then he'd start shooting. The huge red trunk was so sensitive that the smallest touch was all that was required to keep him rock hard.

He watched his new master fiddling around under his luxurious dressing gown and staring cross-eyed at his cock - just inches from his nose. His big moustache twitched and he licked his lips.

"P... please sir..."

"Yes, yes... alright... go ahead... but no cumming... not yet..."

Before he'd finished speaking Ronald had pounced onto his cock like a tiger on a dear and in seconds it was as far down his throat as it had ever been. There was only about four inches left outside and this he held in a vice grip as he slobbered and gagged on the other eight. He had to hold his cum at bay.

Engrossed in his self-indulgent pleasure Ronald failed to see Mortimer putting his pipe aside and stand up. He undid the gold tie from around his waist and exposed himself.

The narcissistic man's cock was almost as big and thick as Ronald's - huge hard and pulsing. He jerked off watching the boy autofellate himself, considering his next movements. He had to keep his head. If he handled these next few moments wrong...

Then inspiration hit.

"Lie on your back boy," he instructed. "Keep your cock in your mouth but flip over backwards and lie flat on the mattress."

Thankfully for a Mortimer, Ronald was past the time when he could think things through.

"Mmmfff mff " he said which mean 'yes sir' when you have a dick in your mouth.

Unfortunately for Ronald, he couldn't comply. With his feet on the chair rests and his body bent over his cock his centre of gravity was too far forward to simply roll backwards.

As the horny old man watched Ronald struggling to do his bidding he reached into his deep pocket for the tube of lubricant he had hidden there.

The evil old bastard smiled watching his hostage desperately trying to roll onto his back for him while he smeared his huge cock with the thick oily cream.

"Come on boy," he demanded, "I don't have all day..."

Ronald tried everything. He could hear the exasperation in Mortimer's voice and tried everything he could to comply with his master's command. Thoughts of shooting his load were put on hold. With his arms under his thighs and his cock buried deep down his neck he kept trying to roll himself back.

He got close. His bare ass pivoted on the mattress but not enough. He fell forward again, landing his feet back on the chair's rests. He tried again... almost... almost...

"Here boy... I'll help you," said the lecherous old man.

When Ronald was almost tilted over Mortimer Blackmore stepped in. Grasping the young man's ankles he pushed him back onto the bed...

"Good boy... well done Ronald," he said. "Keep sucking on that cock... keep sucking it..."

Ronald did. Mortimer's praise made him tingle with pleasure and he redoubled his cocksucking efforts. He could feel the big man holding his ankles up in the air and his weight pressed over him but he was so engrossed on his cock his brain wasn't considering repercussions.

Even when he felt a finger probing against his asshole, all he good think was how nice it felt.

"Ahh yesss... yes, yes.." sighed Mortimer. "What a good boy... what a good boy... just relax..."

The finger on his asshole became more insistent and then it slid inside him.

"MMMMFF... MFFF... MMMmmm..."

The man's finger deep inside his ass felt amazing. And then it was gone...

"Mmm...MMMmmm... mmmfff," he gurgled which means 'put it back in please sir...'

"Good boy... good boy... j...just relax... just re... lax..."

Something bigger was pushing against his asshole - thick and blunt and... insistent. 'Oh jesus... it's his cock..." though Ronald "he's going to fuck my ass..."

At first, he tried to resist but he was so crazed with lust his struggle was just a token effort. Instead, he tried to relax his sphincter as his master had suggested and desperately deep throated himself. The wonderful feeling of his cock down his throat compensated for the painful intense feeling as Mr Barn's massive cock slowly invading his rectum.

"Oh god... yesss...' moaned Mortimer as the gigantic cock head disappeared into Ronald's bottom, the virgin asshole stretching to accommodate him...

The boy sucked madly on his cock as he was buggered.

"MFFF...MFFF... MFFF... MFFF..."

"Oooo yesss... you're a good boy... such a good boy..." Mortimer groaned as he pushed deeper and deeper into Ronald's tight asshole. "What a special boy... mmmm... yesss... what a special boy..."

The burning sensation as the gigantic cock pumping in and out of his ass was extreme but progressively less excruciating. The thick layer of oily lubricant Mortimer had applied helped.

Holding Ronald's ankles as support Mortimer began to thrust heartily into the boy's ass fucking him properly. He was pumping in and out, in and out, faster and faster, rocking Ronald's body back and forth...

"OH yes... oh yesss... oh yesss," gasped Mortimer. "What... a lovely asshole... What a lovely tight asshole... you have... mmmmm mmmm... "

Every time Mortimer pushed his cock in, it forced Ronald's cock further down his throat, making the boy gag until the man pulled back. With Mortimer's kind assistance, he was able to suck the whole twelve inches down. His nose burying itself in his pubic hair every time Mortimer pumped his ass.

Ronald was going to cum. The cock in his ass was stimulating his prostate and his own huge hard cock deep down his throat felt like it was going to explode.

He could no longer control it. As Mortimer pounded into him the lust-crazed boy shot his cum down his neck for the second time that day. He swallowed desperately and then, pulling his cock out of his mouth, jerked the rest of the torrent of cum over his face.

"OHHHH FUCKKKK YESSSS SIR..." he screamed as Mortimer continued his assault. "OHHH YESS FUCK ME MASTER, FUCK ME..."

The boy's reaction was more than Mortimer could bear.

Cool as he was his plans of fucking this teenager all day went out the window. As he watched Ronald shoot his own cum over his tear-stained face the old man felt his balls involuntarily contract.

"Oh dear," he said to himself, "I'm going to cum... I'm going to cum..."

He buried his big hard dick deep in Ronald's bum and...

"OOOO... OOOO... MMMMMMM...," (squirt), (squirt) "Mmmm yesss... what a good boy you are... " (squirt), (squirt).

Gasping and hyperventilating he pulled his spent cock out of the young man's ass and watched his cum dribbling out.

"Very good... very good Ronald... you've done very well," he said panting... gasping for breath. "Mmm yes... goodness..."

Ronald was younger and fitter, but his ass was sore and he felt used up. Mortimer had completely debased him, using him to get off. The old man had fucked his ass and cum inside him...

He lay on the mattress, his naked body covered in sweat and his mind in an uproar. 'Why do I feel so good?' he wondered.

Mortimer Blackmore had sat back down in his chair. His gown was tied again and he was repacking his pipe.

"Now boy," he began (puff, puff), "you are bound to be feeling a bit sore and abused ...and emotional (puff) (puff)(puff)... yesss... quite emotional. You mustn't over-think these things you know... you are a victim of circumstance... that's all... If you hadn't agreed to our... meeting... your mother would have found out what her son does to himself (puff, puff)... and my mother would be interested as well."

"Your mother sir?" asked Ronald.

"Master I think boy... Master from now on..." said Mortimer, (puff) (puff) . Yes... yes... I have some lovely pictures of you and your grandmother... lovely woman... always so accommodating..."

"Yes master," sighed Ronald.

"Mmm... yes (puff) (puff) You must just accept your fate I'm afraid. I'll expect you here... let me see... (puff) (puff) ...next week at the same time I think...

"Yes master," said Ronald resignedly. "I'll be here."

"Good, good... yes... very good," said Mortimer. "I'll have a special present for you."

... the end of PART 1...