[Note to Readers: This is not a story with quick short sex scenes, so if that is your goal, it might not suit you. The reason it is long though is because of very detailed sex scenes, as well as an attempt to explore the mind of a virginal eighteen year old girl-that part is even more invented than the rest of the story]
"Grandpa, wake up."
Mom had sent Sally upstairs to tell her grandfather that breakfast was ready. Like most eighteen year old girls, Sally resented taking orders from Mom, even though she was Grandpa's favourite girl, and loved him in return.
When Sally had slowly and dramatically trudged up the stairs, heavily sighing all the way, she had confirmed that as expected, Grandpa was still sleeping. She knew from the sounds through their shared wall that he spent the nights being restless.
She felt so badly about how sad he had been ever since Grandma had died six months ago. He and Grandma had been very close, and unlike some older folks, they had always remained affectionate. They had also had a pretty good sex life, if Sally was any judge of the sounds coming out of their bedroom late at night. They had moved in just after her eighteenth birthday, and Sally had discovered the sounds of sex listening to her kinfolk- her parents seemed so straitlaced, and their bedroom was well down the hall. Her virgin ears had received quite an education in the words she overheard, though the thumping against the wall and squeaking of bed springs often kept Sally awake at night. Her grandparents made it seem like fun, not just a chore to procreate like Sally had been taught.
Sally had always attended the Lost Salem Bible School for Girls, so her sex education featured a lot of being told to abstain from things that the students never learned enough to imagine doing. Sally received more sex ed in the few months before Grandma's heart attack that she ever had before. Unfortunately, it was strictly listening, not watching.
Sometime during the night, Grandpa had kicked the covers down, and his scrawny 70 year old body was exposed, though he wore old man flannel pyjamas- the ones with the button front shirt- even in the heat of summer.
One part of Grandpa was fully exposed to Sally's eyes though- his private part. Sally had never properly learned the terms for male parts, since Mom and the teachers always said that even talking about them was sinful. She guessed however that this is what she had heard Grandma referring to as Grandpa's 'willy' in whispered comments, and his 'magnificent massive monster cock' as she screamed in the night.
Having never seen another one to compare it with, Sally only had Grandma's word to go on as to what a massive monster it was. Seeing it for the first time, she had to wonder how Grandma had fit that inside her- because even at Lost Salem Bible School for Girls, the students learned not to let the unholy demons inside their bodies, and that boy's private parts must be the weapons of those demons.
But Grandpa was not possessed with demons- he was sweet and kind, gentle to everybody. Grandma might have seemed possessed when she screamed in the night, but by the next morning always returned to her normal loving devote self. This had left Sally more confused than ever, but more than a little curious.
Grandpa's hand had grasped the shaft of his monster in its palm, and, still sleeping, he was stroking it up to the angry looking purplish red knob at the end, and then back down to where the long part met his groin just above a wrinkly sack that seemed to have two marbles rolling around inside of it. With each stroke, the part that Grandpa's hand was massaging seemed to get bigger. Sally found this rather shocking, given how big it already started out as- how big would that thing get?
Sally stood in the doorway, unsure what to do next, unable to take her eyes off the monster, even as it grew larger before her gaze. She also noticed that as the shaft was swelling, the tiny eye in the end of the knob started gaping open like a mouth, and the knob itself was growing fatter and angrier looking. Was this dangerous, Sally wondered, but decided if it was, Grandpa would not be doing it to himself, even while asleep.
Thinking about Grandpa being asleep reminded Sally about why she had come upstairs. If she shouted at Grandpa, her parents would complain and might discipline her for raising her voice. If she shook him awake, startling him might be dangerous, and would definitely make him grumpy- she had tried that before.
"Grandpa, wake up," she tried again in her normal soft voice. No response.
Sally stepped into Grandpa's room, reaching the edge of the bed in two steps. One of the floorboards gave a tiny squeak. This made Grandpa roll over toward Sally, and she thought maybe the sound was waking him up. All it did though was aim the tip of his monster right at his grand-daughter. Sally's eyes opened wider. She suddenly was unable to breathe, staring that massive meat right in the face. Her cunny was tingling just like it sometimes did in the night, and her nipples felt sore and stiff against her flannel nightie.
The clatter of dishes in the kitchen shook Sally out of her reverie.
"Grandpa, wake up," she tried again, just a bit louder, starting to slowly reach out to shake his shoulder. Her hesitancy was born out of fear of how touching Grandpa just then might affect these strange feelings that she was having. As grumpy as he had always been at being shaken awake before, if he noticed her hard nipples or smelled the strange wetness that now was soaking her loins, how angry would he be?
"Touch me, Edna," Grandpa moaned just then, his eyes still shut.
Sally figured that meant it was safe to shake his shoulder, so she touched him there.
"Not there, Edna," Grandpa chuckled, "You know where I like you to touch in the mornings."
He reached up and grasped Sally's wrist. Sally stood immobile, helpless as grandpa moved her arm down until her fingers brushed against the tip of his swollen member. Grandpa sighed softly, not releasing Sally's wrist. His organ pulsed in response to even this modest touch, the tip gaping even wider. Sally went from horrified to curious in a millisecond, and leaned closer for a better look. Her tongue wet her lips as Grandpa slid her hand down the shaft, then back up to just under where the rim divided the two parts of his manhood.
"Come on, you know what to do- fist me," Grandpa growled.
Sally tentatively closed her hand around the shaft. It felt hot, and she could feel Grandpa's heartbeat pulsing in the meat. At least his heart was strong, and from his contented sigh Sally guessed he was not in distress. She was concerned that he laid his head back on the pillow and released her wrist- this was supposed to wake him up, not keep him in bed!
