Granny FemDom Sex – Act 2.
My dad did sent me to see Genie the following week and I she was a Granny Pole Dancer. But here I am a few years on! Sadly, my dad passed away however he made sure that I was looked after as far as older women were concerned.
My granny sex experiences has literally turned me off younger women. I cannot stand the demands, angst and basically all the prima donna bullshit that young women give.
I Prefer Granny Sex
Look I am not saying occasionally I don’t have sex with a younger woman but that is it. No more dates and relationships they are far too much trouble. My dear old dad passed on his secret to sexual happiness and fulfilment. He got me involved in charity work for the elderly.
Over the past five years, until my dad passed, he has ensured that I had his entire list of fucking grannies that I regularly clean the pipes for – pardon the pun. There have been some interesting ones and I am sure that there will be more to come. I have kept notes in my diary of the more interesting sessions, and it is always good to remember those that have departed as well.
This brings me to my next crazy granny fucking experience after the 73 year old femdom had her way with me. This lovely lady I will call my pole dancing granny.
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So a couple of weeks after my encounter with Ethyl my dad finally came to me and said, “Son, it is time that we give back and you go and visit Genie. She needs some help pruning”.
I said, ‘How old is Genie dad?’
Dad said, ‘Son she is 82 but looks much younger. Before she found God she used to be a pole dancer, so she has all the curves in the right places. But she can be a bit of a naughty one.”
I said, ‘Dad, I don’t think that she could be any naughtier than Ethyl – it took me days to recover. You should have at least warned me.’
He laughed and I saw that twinkle in his eye again as he said, “You were a boy scout and should have known to be prepared for anything. And you must admit that the surprise was definitely worth it.” as he laughed giving me the address on a piece of paper.
I laughed too and said, ‘Sure dad’.
Got My Gardening Gear And Pruning Shears Heading Off To Genie’s
So I got into my gardening gear, grabbed a pair of pruning shears from the shed and walked to Genie’s house. The spring day was fine, the air was fresh and I was looking forward to what was to come. About 15 minutes later I arrived at a white cul-de-sac and did a double-take as I checked the address my dad had given me.
Yep, right number, right street but the garden was immaculate, the trees perfectly trimmed.
The first thought that entered my mind was that the poor old dear had suffered from dementia or senility, and her children must be looking after the property. Not one to procrastinate over such matters I headed to the front door and gave it a knock, to find out what the real story was.
No sooner had I knocked when I heard a woman’s voice in a sing song style call out, ‘Coming.”
82 Year Old Granny Pole Dancer
As the door opened my eyes for the first time viewed Genie. My dad was right. Genie was wearing a pink leotard that was body hugging, and her body was trim and taught with curves in all the right places. She had the body of a fit woman in her late forties or early fifties – nothing like an 82 year old.
It was only when I looked up to her face that you could see the age. As I gazed I could see that her face was wrinkled and battered from weather and too much sun. Seeing that her features were symmetrical and I could only wonder what a stunner she must have been when her face matched her body in age appearance.
The bags under her eyes were dark, deep and saggy and her overly bright shiny red lipstick stood out, in contrast from the matte foundation she had powdered on her face,
She said, “You must be Jim! Your father has told me all about you. Why don’t you come in – you can leave your pruners by the front door – you will not be needing them’.
I said, ‘Miss Genie. There must be some kind of mistake. My father said you needed some help pruning.”
Genie said, “I do Jim, I do!”
There Must Be A Mistake – Your Garden Does Not Need Pruning
She opened the door and I followed her in. The house was pristine and immaculate. There was not one single thing out of place, no dust, the floor was so clean you could eat a meal off it.
She led me to the kitchen and as I followed behind her I saw that her leotard was a G-String, which curved right up her bubble butt of an ass. Her tights were a dark blue and she was barefoot. Her hair was died black and frizzed in a 80’s hairstyle.
I noticed that although she looked fantastic body wise, she walked with a gait that I put down to an arthritic or osteoporosis condition, possibly from over exercising in her youth
As we reached her kitchen she said, “I just put a pot of tea on Jim. Sit down whilst I make you a cup and I will explain to you what needs trimming.’
As I said down I thought to myself that this is a similar situation I found myself in with Ethyl and we all know how that panned out! Genie poured me my tea and I noticed that the joint lining in her hands had swollen and her fingers were curled. She struggled to keep the pot stable but managed in the end.
She said, “Milk and sugar?”
I said, “Yes, please”.
We Sat Down And Had Tea
After she finished serving me she said, “Jim, this is the first time we have met and I am a bit embarrassed but your father told me that I was to hold nothing back from you. I try to live a prim and proper life since I found God but once a month I need to relive the days when I was a naughty girl.
I do it in this house so that I do not give into temptation and try to go back to my wild days – even though I am probably too old to live more than a week or two if I did. Can you understand this Jim?”
I said, “Sure, what you do in your own home is your own business.”
She said, “Glad to hear that but there is no fun in doing it alone. I need someone that I can trust – as an experience unshared is not a full one. Your father has been in my trust for years now and he said I should trust in you now.”
I said, “You can trust me Miss Genie’.
She said, “Jim just call me Genie. In any event I have a room in this house that has been set-up for this sole purpose. I keep it locked all the time but on the first day of each month I open it, for years it has been with your father, where I allow myself to be naughty again. Can we go to that room now that you have finished your tea Jim?”
I Have A Special Room – You Want To See It?
I said, “My father has instilled in me that we should be charitable to any of our elderly parishioners and I am more than happy to share your naughty experience with you.”
Genie jumped up and down and giggled, nothing like a little girl but she clapped her hands in joy.
She said, ‘Your dad said you would not let me down. Follow me.”
She opened a kitchen draw and withdrew a single key. She motioned for me to follow and headed towards the internal door that looked like it would access the garage. She put the key in the lock, unlocked it, opened the door and as she walked in she turned the lights on.
As I followed her and looked inside I stopped. I think my mouth had opened so much it was inches from the floor. This would have cost a pretty penny to set up.
This Would Have Cost A Penny Or Two To Set Up
As I took it all in I noticed that room had been evenly divided into four sections. One corner section of the room was tiled in white. The walls were white and it was brightly lit. It had white cabinetry and it appeared to have different types of medical equipment in and on the cupboards.
At the center of the floor was gynecological examination chair complete with stirrups. At the next corner there was a makeshift bar with an abundant choice of liquors and bar chairs. In the next corner was a stage set up complete with stripper pole. And the final corner contained a large bathroom. There were no walls so each section was visible.
Finally, I came back to reality and looked at Genie who was looking at me and I guess my reaction.
I stammered, “Sorry Genie, it was a bit of a shock and a lot to take in one go.”
She said, ‘Yes, your father had the same reaction many years ago. Are you ok?”
I said, ‘Sure. What now.”
She said, “It is time for you to prune my bushes. Can you turn around for a minute? I will let you know when I am ready”
She Told Me It Was Time To Prune Her Bush
I turned around and heard her shuffling around and after about three minutes she said, “All ready you can look now.’
As I turned I saw that she was completely naked on the gyno chair. Her legs were already in the stirrups and I could see her overly hairy twat. It was meaty and her flaps were huge and hanging.
Next I took in her stomach and I could see the many stretch marks I assume from giving childbirth and age. The muscle she had kept the skin taut but that did not hide the varicose veins on her legs or the enlarged knees and curled toes from the arthritis.
In front of her open cavern was a cordless trimmer and I now knew what trimming the bushes were.
Not one to dilly dally and ready for action I went straight to the trimmer and got to work. I was amazed at the amount of pubic hair she had down there for a granny over the age of 80. As the tufts of hair began to fly I could not help marvel as to how gargantuan her pussy actually was.
As the more hair came off I marveled at her elongated clitoris and her vajayjay slit that was massive. I could see that her rosebud was puckering with each stroke of the clippers.
I Could Not But Marvel At Her Cavernous Pussy
Finally after about five minutes her old cunt was free of hair.
She sighed and said, “It is time for you to examine me to make sure that I have been a good girl for the past month”.
She pointed towards a large vaginal speculum that was so large it must have been for an animal that sat atop the counter. Next to the speculum I noticed that there was some J-Lube and a bucket so. I poured some of the powder into the bucket and added some water ending up with about four liters of lube. More than enough for what I assumed she wanted me to do.
I walked over to her as she smiled and I saw that there were traces of moisture now on the outside of those gigantic pussy lips. She was obviously turned on as I put the bucket of lube down beside me. I then grabbed a handful of the lubricant and put in on the outside of her pussy. I grabbed another handful and gently began to lubricate her inside but there was no resistance.
I Had Read About When the Labias Atrophy
This was something I had read about when the labia majora and labia minora muscles atrophy. I decided to try and without the slightest resistance my fist entered until it reached the cervix and with little resistance entered the uterus.
She began to moan as I did this.
I then put my other hand in the bucket of lube and then slid it along the inserted arm repeating that same process. This was something you could only read about – within two minutes I have both my fists up to the elbow inside Genie’s cavernous cunt.
I began to thrust in and out and Genie moaned yelling, ‘Fuck it harder!’
I wondered to myself how the hell any man could satisfy a woman with such an abundance of space in her womanhood. But wonder or not I was on my charitable mission and was double fist fucking this 82 year old slut. Profanities were being expelled from her mouth at a rate I had never heard of before.
I Was Double Fist Fucking Genie
Within minutes Genie yelled out, “I’m coming you mother fucking cock sucking cunt.”
With that she thrust harder down on my fists and I felt her uterus tightening on my fists and then finally releasing as she grabbed my arms and stilled me.
She said, “I needed that Jim. Now I want you to grab that speculum and open me up. I want you to look in my love tunnel and see my pelvic floor muscles. I want there to be nothing left unseen from my open cunt.”
I said, ‘Sure Genie. That sounds like fun as I grabbed the equestrian speculum.
The 82 Year Old Gaping Granny – Act 4
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