Crack of Dawn - Erotic Novel - Sand Wayne - ebook
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Crack of Dawn

He wasn't merely flattening his body against mine and thrusting the both of us into the mattress, he was pulling his entire stem into and out of my box. The full expanse of his prick was scraping along the walls of my grotto with more and more speed.I was humping back as quickly as I could, but I soon found that I could not match the pace of my industrious son, who was machine-gunning his prick into my cunt. It was driving me to the brink of insanity. I was mad with passion and my nails ripped into the skin of his neck and back as I cried for more.And then my dam finally burst and flooded his oar with every ounce of appreciation my body could muster. Within a few seconds, my son poured his own gratitude into me and I joyously celebrated each and every squirt of his weapon.Soon we were relaxed in each other's arms with our exhausted joints still locked.Doug looked into my eyes once again and we stared for moments before he said, "Mother, I meant what I said before about loving you-about being in love with you. I didn't just say it in the heat of what we were doing. I do love you. Not as a son would love his mother but as a ... as a lover would love his lover.""Doug," I said, as our eyes beamed into each other's still, "I am as in love with you as I have ever been in love with anyone during my entire life. And that includes your father."It was only a few short minutes since our love juices had mixed into each other, but I could feel his soft joint, which was still lodged between the greasy lips of my cunt, begin to stir once again.CLARAIt isn't easy having to take care of a seventy-year-old, eccentric millionaire who was obviously on his last lap. Especially when the Old Man happens to be your own flesh and blood.But I owed him a lot. He helped to put me through nursing school with no questions asked. He never once mentioned anything about paying him back. I guess I was the only member of the family he cared anything about. And I grew to love him deeply, not only as a grandfather, but as a person.The rest of the members of our family really misunderstood him. Maybe he did throw his financial weight around to some degree, but what none of them understood was that he did it out of love. He wanted to be close to them, to help support them. And he got nothing in return. The bastards never so much as called him until they knew for sure that they were going to get something from his estate once he kicked.And when they thought that the end was near, they started coming around like starving pigeons flocking to a mountain of bread crumbs in the park. My sister Dawn was just about the only exception. It wasn't that she didn't care about the bread. She did. But for some reason she and the Old Man always hated each other. Dawn couldn't have expected to get a dime from him.That my brother Douglas began coming around and licking the Old Man's ass was predictable. It was part of his conniving character to play the role of buzzard, waiting for his prey to croak so he could swoop down and feast upon the remains.My mother Harriet and the Old Man had a special relationship. It was more than the typical love-hate relationships that so many daughters have with their fathers. Somehow it had to do with my real father who ended up running off somewhere with the Old Man's wife, my grandmother. I'm not exactly sure how that happened or where they ended up or even whether or not they're still alive.I haven't seen Douglas Sr. since I was an infant. And I never got along with my stepfather, Edward-everyone says he's a nice guy, but he's a little too wishy-washy for me. I'm not sure what his plans were for the inheritance. I guess he was counting on my mother to do the dirty work for him.As for my Uncle Richard (my real dad's younger brother) and his wife Judy ... well, they probably couldn't stomach the Old Man any more than my dad. Although they weren't related to the Old Man by blood, there was a stronger bond between them than one would expect. As it turned out, Uncle Richard eventually ran the Old Man's movie chain when he was too sick to work.It's pretty hard to be objective about myself, but I'd have to say that the money the Old Man had was less tempting to me than to just about anyone else in the family. I mean, I honestly grew to like the Old Man as a person. He was a little off his nut at times, but I genuinely enjoyed him. And he wasn't nearly as far gone mentally as they thought he was.Except for Rosalie, the maid, I was the only person living with the Old Man at Spring Manor. It wasn't as dull as one might think.I had been there about two weeks when things began to really liven up. Although the Old Man had always been really kind to me, I never really knew him that well. But I sure got to know him in one quick hurry.I was sponging his body after the stroke he'd suffered. I didn't think he was quite ready for a bath yet.His eyes were looking directly into mine as I dunked the sponge in water and began to apply the warm sudsiness near his groin. I could hardly believe my eyes when his penis began to stir. The man was seventy years old! Yet when I went anywhere near it with the sponge, it would come alive.At first I pretended not to notice it. But after a few moments of his tool growing into hardness and sinking into softness, he took my hand and rested it on his groin. My own grandfather!My fingers wouldn't move at first. They were just frozen in position against his ancient cock."Grandfather, do you know what you're doing?" I asked, trying to sound calm."Clara," he explained in a warm tone, "you're different from the others. Don't you be among them in the thought that I have lost my mind. I know what I'm doing. But I'm not forcing you to do anything you don't want to do."Sick as it may have been, what I really wanted to do was to make him happy. I mean, these would be his last days on earth and I didn't think it was my proper role to deny a dying man his last whim, his last joy. If that's what he wanted, I thought to myself, then that's what I would give him. I figured that if I took it slowly, if I didn't excite him too much, it wouldn't be too bad for his heart.So I did take it slowly. My fingers daintily caressed his wrinkled, old penis and fondled his large, loose balls. They were as soft as anything I'd ever felt in my whole life.And when his cock came to life once again, while it was not actually erect, it was certainly harder than I expected for a sick seventy-year-old man to come up with.A large smile grew on his face as I tenderly toyed with his pecker. He was fully appreciating the touch of my fingers against his tool. And I was enjoying it because I knew how good it made him feel.In fact, I really had to hold back from doing more for the Old Man. I was tempted to suck him off, tempted to press my tongue into the fleshy wrinkles of his sack, but I was cautious not to create more excitement than he could handle.I sat at the edge of the bed, staring into his appreciative eyes while I played with his groin. The Old Man returned my smile and extended his crusty old hand toward my chest. Inching closer to him, I made my breasts available.He touched them lovingly, never removing his eyes from our stare. Sitting almost next to his shoulders and reaching behind me for his tools, I felt his prick harden even further as I gave him access to my tits."I don't want you to get too excited, Grandfather," I told him.He smiled as if to show his appreciation for my genuine concern. "You keep an eye on my pulse," he said. "I'll keep an eye on this body of yours."The Old Man's fingers went to work unbuttoning my blouse. I tried to help him in his effort, but he would have no part of that, so I returned my hands to his crotch and slowly sank them into his mound of mushy flesh.He couldn't reach the rear hooks of my bra and he didn't want me to remove it for him. I turned to enable him to free my breasts. As they poured toward him, the Old Man withdrew his hands to study them with his eyes. For moments he didn't touch me. He just lay there staring at them and obviously enjoying them as my heart beat caused them to continually bounce next to his face.Finally, his calloused fingers approached my breasts and pressed into my nipples. Then he cupped his hands and sized up the heft of my tits from underneath, pressing upward and allowing their own weight to push his hands back down again.Despite the fact that his feelers were hardened from age, and despite the fact that he was my own grandfather-and seventy years old, I had to admit to myself that it was truly a sensuous experience for me. I was loving his appreciation. I was exhilarated by the fact that I was, in a way, giving new life to the Old Man.I'd had plenty of sexual flings in my lifetime. I'm not what you'd call an easy fuck or anything like that. I mean, the person I make it with has to mean something to me. But I've had my fair share of physical relationships. And I have to say that no man I ever made love with appreciated my body more than the Old Man. When you're giving someone that much pleasure, you just can't help but get plenty of pleasure out of the experience yourself. That's why I was enjoying it so much. That's why I was glad to do anything I could possibly do to further his joy. I would have done any sexual perversion he could have thought of if I didn't think I'd be endangering his heart.I was naked from the waist up and he was in heaven. And I wanted to be totally naked and allow the Old Man to run his fingers in and around my body at will, but I hesitated to undress for fear of damaging his heart.He was satisfied to toy with my tits while I fondled his semi-hard cock and his deliciously soft, fragile balls. We continued to make love to each other from that posture for almost a half hour-maybe more.That's when he asked me to stand up so he could remove the rest of my clothing and to "take a look at that pussy of yours.""I think this is where I'm going to have to say no, Granddad," I said to him. "I don't want to....""Don't worry about it, honey," he interrupted. "I'm pretty sure I know how much I can take. Unless you don't want to.""Granddad, I do want to. I'm really loving it. I'm getting a lot of joy out of it. In fact, I think I'm already a little wet between my legs."He smiled warmly. "Let me see."I stood right next to where his head was resting on the pillow and dropped my skirt. His hand reached toward me to feel the silk panties I was wearing. His fingers gravitated toward my crotch and he softly pressed into my groin. His facial expression told me that the wetness of my groin was not merely a figment of my imagination. I was wet and I was pleased that he was able to feel my wetness.I allowed him the joy of struggling to take my panties off me. When he got them to my knees, I helped him slightly by lifting my legs and stepping out of them.Again he studied the terrain he was about to explore with his grateful fingers. I made myself as available as I could, standing as close to him as I could without crawling right on top of him.Before feeling the thatch of my groin, he explored the smoothness of my upper thighs. The man knew what he was doing. Age hadn't taken its toll to the extent that he had forgotten how to reap the full rewards of a woman's body. More than a few of my lovers have told me that my best physical qualities are the smoothness of my thighs and the roundness of my ass.And the Old Man helped himself to both before plunging his fingers into my dewy crotch. His thumb extended well into my body and carved small, then large circles in my cunt.It was a little difficult for me to maintain the strength to stand up and I wondered to myself whether he could stand the excitement of it all with his bad heart if I was having trouble coping with it with a healthy twenty-year-old heart.He appeared to be in full control of himself. His face was slightly flushed and his breathing seemed to be a little more exaggerated, but I was sure he was all right."Granddad, if I crawl into bed with you, do you promise that we won't have intercourse?" I asked him, in need of a rest from standing."You can chop my thing off if I try anything," he answered, moving over and making room for me.He wanted to remove his pajama top as I crawled into bed beside him but I insisted that he stay warm and that we continue to enjoy each other's bodies easily and slowly.But I did allow him to pull his top up a little in order that I could press my warm breasts into his stomach. We did nothing more than hug each other for the longest time, reaching for various parts of the body from time to time, but the experience was quite fulfilling for both of us.I had never given that much pleasure lo anyone in my entire lifetime. The tip of his cock was moist by the time we were finished. He didn't shoot off the way a younger man would have, but in his own way, he got his rocks off with no complaints.It occurred to me after lying in bed with him that this was what life was all about. It isn't taking, it's giving. It's enabling someone you care for to feel joy. That's the essence of joy for yourself-to give it to others. It's the only way to get the full rewards of life.It was a lesson I would never forget. And I was glad that it was taught to me by the Old Man. He knew how to live life to the fullest. He knew how to appreciate all that life had to offer.His only regret was that his family never allowed themselves to get close to him. But that was their own selfishness, their own screwed up value systems.I couldn't stand them coming around to discover the extent of his illness rather than wanting to know the progress of his recovery. They were rooting for him to die, hoping that he would kick off soon so they could split up the money the Old Man would leave them.I often wondered who was going to get what from him. I never really wondered for my own greed. I never really thought about how much I'd get from the inheritance of the Old Man. I was going to be the big loser in any case because his loss would mean more anguish to me than money, in any amount, could make up for.But I did want to know which of our relatives, all of whom obviously couldn't have cared less about the Old Man, would come out ahead.We got very close, Granddad and I, but we never discussed the subject of inheritance. He never so much as mentioned anything about his will. I wasn't altogether certain that he had a will made out.But the others sure were. And they all wanted to be a major part of that will.One by one they came flocking around and spending more and more time with the Old Man, who was anxious to spend as much time with them as they would allow for. I wasn't sure why.I didn't know exactly what he had up his sleeve. But I knew he was fully aware of the motivation for their concern.The Old Man spent his time with them alone. He would have no more than one visitor in his room at a time. It wasn't a rule set up by me-there was no particular medicinal reason for this. He just wanted it that way.And every one of them came out of the Old Man's room with an expression of unmistakable shock on their faces. I assumed that what was said had something to do with the money he would leave them once he passed on. After all, that was all any of them cared about. But they all emerged from his room with somber faces, which confused me.Some of them (my brother Douglas and my Aunt Judy, to name names) came out of his room, at different times, telling me that the Old Man had truly lost his marbles.I don't know what he could have told them, but I knew for a fact that it wasn't true.When my own curiosity got the best of me, the next time Granddad and I were alone in bed, I asked him what he had told them to make them say that.He laughed. "Clara, darling, I'm not going to be around very much longer. Don't deny it, we've been too honest with each other to lie to each other at this late date."What I told them had to do with self-esteem.I want to see what their priorities of life are. I want to see how real they are. I gave some of them explicit directions regarding what they can do to get a share of the rewards of my death. I want to see exactly what they think of each other and what they think of themselves as human beings."I can't really say that I understood what he was talking about, but I knew that he knew what he meant. His head was all there. The Old Man knew exactly what he was doing. I didn't doubt that for a moment."You didn't give me any directions, Granddad," I said teasingly. "What can I do?" Taking his cue from my playful lead, he said, "You can press your lips against my tool and kiss it until it drops off.""With pleasure," I said, inching toward him and reaching for his groin.The Old Man laid back, closed his eyes, and allowed my tongue to freely lubricate his growing joint until tiny droplets of appreciation emerged from his pecker's hole.DOUGLAS JR.The prospect of having to ball Dawn-as a (to understate it beyond recognition) potentially lucrative assignment, no less-would have given any dude in his right mind a hard-on big enough to rip a hole through the crotch of his pants.I've been with her, just walking through the streets, when guys would follow her for blocks just to study those unbelievable tits of hers. They stood out from her otherwise thin frame as if they were strapped onto her chest. And any dude with normal eyesight could see that they were real because she never wore a bra, which caused them to flop underneath her sweater like two incredibly fleshy invitations.Her hair was long-it stretched well past her shoulders and down her back. It was the color of butterscotch and the texture of silk. Her creamy-skinned body had more curves in it than the course at Le Mans. And she smiled-it was the sexiest, fucking thing you ever saw-out of the corner of her mouth, flashing large, Chicklet-white teeth from underneath her ultra-thick, sensuous lips.I can't really say for sure, but I don't think I ever would have thought about Dawn in the sexual sense. That is, you'd have to be either totally blind or queer not to see that the chick was built like what a chick should be built like.But, shit, I'm her brother. You just don't think of your own sister as someone you'd want to stick your prick into, no matter how she's built or what she looks like.Of course, I had an incentive for wanting to fuck Dawn. There was money in it for me. More money than I ever dreamed about in my life.The Old Man, my senile grandfather, who was on the verge of croaking (in fact, I thought he'd do it right before my eyes when I visited him) devised a really fucked up obstacle course for me if I "was interested" in having a healthy share of his will.The plan was for me to ball the shit out of Dawn, my own sister-his granddaughter, and show him the proof that I did it. Only a man who had lost his mind would ever dream up such a sick thing, but, shit, he had the bread and I wanted a share of it.I didn't know how to go about balling Dawn. What do you say to your own sister when you want to sink your prick up her cunt? It's not an easy thing to do.If I had to ball one of my sisters, though, I'm glad it was Dawn and not Clara. At least Dawn is a piece of ass who is fairly open-minded about things. Clara, comparatively, is a dog-faced broad who's as straight as a ruler. She's about twenty and I have my doubts about whether she's ever been laid in her whole life.In fact, she had nothing better to do than to take care of the Old Man all day long. She's a nurse, but if the chick had a normal bone in her body, she'd be working at a hospital somewhere and trying to get herself a doctor.But that's all beside the point, which is Dawn and how to get into her pants and come up with some evidence that I followed through on the senile Old Man's last gasping wish. I was afraid to wait a few weeks or however long it would take for him to die because I didn't know whether he included me in the current draft of his will.The perfect opportunity for me to get into Dawn came on the weekend of July the Fourth, when Edward and my mother and Uncle Richard and Aunt Judy went up to the mountains. Clara was staying up at Spring Manor and only Dawn and I were sleeping at the house that weekend.My ace in the hole was some Spanish Fly I bought off a friend of mine. But I didn't want to use it on Dawn because I heard that some other chick who used it got very sick from it. Anyway, I knew it was there if all else failed.I pulled a relatively simple stunt instead. After planting a small tape recorder underneath her bed early Friday night, I came home late and went upstairs to her bedroom. She didn't have a date that night and she was asleep when I walked into her room.