[JoeWhite1]

While I wanted to continue to sit beside grandad clutching his now deflated cock in my right hand and his cum slowly drying on my face, he shifted slightly and, removing my hand, he stood up. Then he walked to the kitchen and I could hear the sound of water running in the sink. I was about to rise and follow him but before I could move, he had returned holding a small towel we kept hanging in the kitchen to dry our hands after washing dishes.

I guessed that the towel was wet as he had said we should clean his cum from my face, and I was right. Grandad once again sat beside me, and without saying a word, put his left hand behind my head to apply some pressure as he gently wiped my face clean with the warm, wet towel in his right hand. As he did so, I closed my eyes to allow him to clean my face, but also to relive in my mind’s eye what I had just done, and how he had so obviously liked it. There was no doubt that he was not a passive participant because of how he had instructed me to move my hand and how he asked me to caress his balls. I knew that he had wanted me to wank him as much as I wanted to do it for him.

When grandad had decided that my face was clean enough, he moved to wiping my breasts and belly where some cum had dripped, and also some had dried from when he had cum previously.

Now it was my turn to relax and enjoy the sensation of his hands rubbing my sensitive nipples with the warm cloth. As he did so, I let him know that I liked what he was doing by closing my eyes, breathing harder and allowing little gasps to be audible.

Then as my grandad used the cloth to wipe my belly, I suddenly felt his mouth suck on my right nipple. The feel of his hot mouth on my breast sent a jolt of electricity through my body, and I could feel my already wet pussy start to gush.

“Grandad,” I whispered. “You are making me so wet that I’m afraid I’ll flood the sofa and we’ll never get the stain out of the cushion.”

Grandad released my nipple to reply. “Ok, lift up a little and I’ll put the towel under you. That should help to protect the sofa.”

I did as he suggested and pressing down with my arms, raised my body off the sofa. Grandad immediately slid the towel under my bum and made sure that it was in a position that would absorb any of the liquid that was seeping from my pussy.

While I was glad not to have to fear staining the cushion, I was also unhappy at no longer having my nipple stimulated. But I need not have worried because as soon as he had finished making sure that the towel was in the right position, grandad returned to play with my breasts.

I surrendered to the sensations that coursed through my body as his strong hands stroked, squeezed and played with my breasts. But I wanted more.
“Please grandad, suck them again. That felt so good. Please.” I could hardly wait for his hot mouth to bring me to the state of passion that I had felt before he placed the towel under me.

And I did not have to wait long before my grandad’s warm mouth encircled first my right nipple and then teased it with his tongue. The pleasure that gave me caused contractions to ripple down my tummy and reach my pussy.
Instinctively, I slid my left hand down to my pussy and felt how wet I was. With two fingers, I began to rub my clit gently, but as grandad suddenly bit gently on my nipple, I increased the tempo of my fingers until I was frantically seeking to reach that state of arousal from which the only goal was to cum.
But before I could feel an impending orgasm begin, grandad grasped my wrist and lifting my hand, prevented me from achieving my goal.

“Huh?” I gasped in surprise and annoyance. “What the…”

But I need not have worried because now grandad replaced my fingers with his own and began circling my clit. Now he was attacking my breasts and also my clit, so I simply relaxed and let the pleasure wash over me. By now, my pussy was soaking the towel with my juices, and I instinctively spread my legs wider as if inviting his fingers to penetrate me. And, just as If the invitation was understood, my grandad stopped rubbing my clit and slid his forefinger into my pussy.

The feeling of being penetrated almost caused me to clamp down on his finger, but instead I resisted the urge to squeeze my pussy muscles tight and relaxed to allow him to explore deeper inside me.

When I did so, my grandad whispered softly “I’m going to show you something that I think you will like.”

Grandad crooked his index finger and I felt it slid up to touch an area at the top of my pussy opening.

“This is where your G-spot is located. Have you read about the G-spot?”

I nodded. “But I don’t know what it feels like really.”

“Then relax and let me show you.”

And with that, grandad’s finger began to explore that area inside my pussy. The feeling was unusual, but suddenly I felt an extreme pulse of pleasure, stronger than any I had experienced when I rubbed my clit.

And then there was another and another as grandad gently rubbed his finger over that area.

I don’t know if I can adequately describe what that finger was doing to my body, but it was an intense and deeply pleasurable feeling. I felt a heightened sense of arousal and a buildup of tension that caused my body to thrash around as if I was being attacked by a pleasure machine. I was unable to control my body which felt as if it was dying from pleasure that was almost painful. I gasped, I groaned, I am sure I said ‘fuck’ a hundred times, until the build-up was followed by a sudden release of ecstasy. The orgasm was a deep, full-bodied sensation that radiated throughout my pelvis and was accompanied by intense waves of pleasure. I had never felt so incredibly satisfied, deeply relaxed and fulfilled.

Grandad slowly withdrew his finger as he felt me come down from the high of my orgasm. Then he opened his mouth and after sniffing it, he popped it into his mouth and sucked.

“Mmmm, you taste good. Next time, I’ll have to taste you more thoroughly.”

And he smiled at me as I looked at him through eyes that were half shut from the feeling of relaxation that my orgasm had induced.

My brain barely registered what he had said, but I was able to focus on the words ‘next time’ before I lay back on the sofa and drifted off to sleep.