Chapter 3A
Susan Granger, known as Sue to her friends, shut off the hose and dropped it, and then looked over at the pool pump enclosure where her 18 year old grandson was doing something with the filtering system. She shook her head; all things mechanical were a mystery to her and probably always would be.
“Kevin?” she called. Her grandson’s tousled head appeared from behind the fence.
“Almost done, Grandma.” he called.
“I’m gonna go take a shower.” Sue said.” All this work in the sun has me sweaty and sticky. Finish up what your doing and we’ll go out for some ice cream. How’s that sound?”
Kevin dragged the sleeve of his tee shirt across his forehead, mopping off the sweat before it ran into his eyes. “Sounds good, Gram. Don’t get wet!” He flashed a grin at her and went back to work.
Sue smiled at her handsome grandson and went into the house, and made a beeline for her bedroom. By the time she got there, she had her blouse off and her bra unclipped. She wiggled out of her shorts and panties, dumping all of the clothing in the hamper in the bathroom. She showered and washed her short hair as well, and failed to notice that the shower water stopped well before she had the faucet turned all the way off. And she didn’t notice that the water that dripped out of the shower head was thicker than water had any right to be, hanging from the nozzles of the shower head in long, elongated drops.
She stood in front of the mirror and used the blow dryer on her hair, set it down when she was done and looked at herself in the mirror.
She was five and a half feet tall and she weighed around one hundred and forty pounds. Her hair was cut short for the hot summer months and it was attractively styled, and was streaked with faint traces of gray. She had clear hazel eyes, a blunt, narrow nose and full lips. She was almost beautiful when she smiled. Most people regarded her as a handsome woman, which to her mind meant that she was holding her own against her fifty-six years.
She was a frankly voluptuous woman, saved from being considered stocky by her relatively slim waist and long legs. She was by no means fat; her body was relatively trim and muscular. Her breasts were still firm and capped with dusky red nipples, although after three kids, they did sag just enough so that she would have failed Ann Lander’s famous pencil test had she been vain enough to take it.
Her waist wasn’t what one would call slim but it looked that way, thanks to her figure. Her belly was no longer flat, it was gently rounded, her navel a deep indent in the firm flesh. Her hips were frankly motherly, her thighs long and muscular, and her ass was tautly rounded and as firm as the rest of her, and undulated nicely when she walked.
She smiled at herself in the mirror, thinking, ‘Not bad for an old woman.’ She turned and looked at her ass in the mirror. ‘Yup, definitely built for comfort, not speed.’ she thought, and turned away, smiling at herself as she slipped into her robe. She did not see Kevin’s face vanish from the window, where he had been peeking at her as she showered and dried her hair.
She opened the bathroom door and started for her bedroom, calling out, “Kevin! You can have the bathroom now!”
He popped out of his bedroom, wearing only his shorts and holding his tee shirt casually in front of himself, having just clambered inside through the window.
“It took you long enough.” He grinned and eyed her up and down. “But it looks like it was worth it! You look good, Gram.”
“Flattery will get you nowhere, you scamp!” she laughed. “Go shower up.” She wrinkled her nose. “Somebody smells around here and I’m pretty sure it’s you!”
Kevin smiled and went into the bathroom, and Sue heard the shower start. She heard the sliding door on the shower rumble shut, and a moment later, Kevin’s shout. “Gram! I forgot a washcloth and a towel!”
She smiled and took what he needed out of the linen closet and entered the bathroom, setting them down on the hamper. “Your stuff is on the hamper,” she said, raising her voice to be heard over the shower. Silence. He didn’t answer. “Kevin? Did you hear me? You stuff is on the hamper.” Still no answer. “Kevin? Kevin!”
She could see his tall, gangling form motionless under the shower through the misted glass of the shower door, but he showed no signs of hearing her. She rolled the door open to see if he was all right and looked in. She gasped in surprise as Kevin stood facing her and made no move to cover an impressive erection, and that raised Sue’s anxiety level another notch.
She tore her eyes away from the boy’s hard, thick eight-inch cock and said, “Kevin! What’s the matter with you? Are you ok?” He didn’t even look at her. “Kevin!” She reached in and took the boy’s hand. “Kevin?” His hand closed on hers and he tugged on it, catching her off guard. She uttered a low shriek and stumbled into the shower enclosure, colliding with her grandson.
She felt all her worry about Kevin just melt away, as well as her anger at him for pulling her into the shower. A feeling of calm rightness flooded through her, washing away her fears and her inhibitions. She smiled at her grandson as she stripped off her bathrobe.
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It had them. It had missed the female by mere seconds when it first flowed along the pipes and into the house and pool, but it was content to wait. Its prey used enormous amounts of water every day and was bound to expose themselves to it sooner or later. The young male was simple to catch and hold and his mind yielded to it easily, supplying the necessary strategy to catch the female.
It was stretching itself to get them out to the pool, where the bulk of it rested, but that was of no consequence. It could easily reconstitute itself, and then the feeding could begin. The Creature fed on sexual fluids and only transmitted the taste, texture and feeling of them through itself to its temporary victims. It was the perfect parasite, able to conceal itself from its hosts, yet still make them work themselves to exhaustion to feed it. The young male was healthy and strong, and the older female was more than ready after seeing the young male, having been deprived of regular sex by the death of her mate several years ago.
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Kevin felt his eyes opening wide as his grandmother shed her soaked robe and stood in front of him, sliding her hands up her body and cupping her big tits, holding them up to him like an offering from the Gods. His cock hardened even more, to its full eight and a half inches under his grandma’s lustful gaze. She took his hand and led him out of the shower. Neither one of them noticed the viscous string of transparent gel attached to their ankles; trailing behind them and leading all the way back to the shower.
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Sue felt a happy anticipation as she led Kevin out to the pool. It had been a long time since she had been laid, and she was ready. Mmmm, his cock was so hard, so thick, she could feel the rise of lust driven desire. She masturbated daily, sometimes two or three times, the fires of her matuire sexual drives was qunched for such a short time, before she needed it again. Masturbation was such a poor substitute for the real thing. Kevin’s cock was bringing her bottled up need to the forefront. She wanted that cock, wanted to feel the moment of penetration, the driving in of his needful cock, being spread open around that hardened shaft. She could feel her cunt moistening, her honeyed juices dampening her labia as they engorged and swelled. By the time they reached the pool, she was as ready to fuck as a female animal could be.
She led her grandson to the edge of the pool and they both dipped a foot into the water, allowing the bulk of the creature access to attach itself to them, barely aware of what they were doing and not wondering about it in the least. Kevin pulled the pads off of the lounges under the roof of the patio and laid them on the ground, as his grandmother stood placidly and watched a gleaming river of clear fluid run up her leg. She gasped and shivered as it flowed into her pussy and filled her vaginal vault to capacity. And then it started to grow, pressing against the muscular walls and stretching them and invading her womb, until it felt as if she had the world’s biggest cock in her.
It overflowed out of her delightfully packed cunt and engulfed her rigid clit, and then rushed up her belly and covered her tits, as another stream invaded her ass and filled her rectum. MMMMMM, she adored getting all her holes taken, she had been introduced to anal sex at her first gangbang, she had felt the amazing sensation of her virgin asshole giving it up to the lucky cock that took it.
Her husband had been a great lover, unless one of them was ill, they made love at least once every day. And Sue adored it, they were not done until she had her pussy licked, her cunt fucked, given her husband a hot, swirling blowjob and then gotten her asshole buggered, leaving a nice deposit of spunk in each hole.
And here, ready for her, was her loving grandson Kevin, and her eyes devoured the 18-year-old’s muscular body, focusing on his rigid cock. The cock that was straining, eager to bury itself. She did not notice the gleaming layer of semi-liquid that covered the boy’s straining cock and full balls, any more than she noticed the clear shafts that were already fucking her asshole and her cunt.
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Kevin sighed in satisfaction as his jerk-off fantasies came to life and his grandma fell to her knees in front of him and sucked his cock into her mouth, her tongue whipping across the head of it as she started to fellate him. He bent over and filled his hands with her fabulous tits, squeezing and kneading the lush mounds as she sucked him off. She groaned as his fingers tightly pinched her long, thick nipples firmly in his fingers and pulled, stretching the rigid spikes away from her tits until the full, round globes were cone shaped, and then let them go.
He did this several times and then he tangled his fingers in her hair, fucking her face with long, full strokes of his creature-sheathed cock, grunting and trembling as he orgasmed heavily into his grandma’s sucking mouth.
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Sue grunted as he abused her breasts and she sucked off her grandson, not even wondering how Sam knew that she loved having her tits handled roughly. Her legs were spread as wide as she could get them as she knelt in front of the boy, a spider work of thin arches attached to her thighs and her ass providing support for the two long, thick shafts that were pumping in and out of her cunt and asshole.
She was rapidly approaching orgasm, the two transparent cocks hammering into her body were hitting all the right places and quickly driving her to heights of ecstasy she had not experienced in years. The Creature had taken over her mind and broken down her barriers towards incest, the only sexual inhibition she had left after a wild youth, and it was making her re-live her sexual memories. She was remembering one of her favorites, her first gangbang.
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She had been eighteen years old, thirty-five pounds lighter and liberated by the Pill, a buxom, hick girl from a hick little town attending her first frat party. She was taking on five guys in a small attic bedroom while scores of college kids partied in the common areas two floors below. It was 1972, and The Rolling Stone’s ‘Honky Tonk Woman’ was blaring from the three hundred and fifty watt stereo in the living room. The ashtray in the small bedroom was full of roaches, the air fragrant with pot fumes and AIDS was still ten years in the future. The only condoms that got used that night had been on the cocks that fucked her in the ass, as nobody wanted to screw a shitty pussy.
She had been as high as a kite and was kneeling over one boy on the floor, his cock buried deep in her cunt as another boy knelt behind her, his strong cock busting open her anal viginity, screwing her in the ass while a third boy fucked her mouth. They were busy making her what they gleefully called ‘air tight’, and she was loving it, savoring every inch of the combined twenty-two inches of cock that were currently fucking her in one orifice or another. Her hands were busy, jerking off a hard cock with each hand, bringing them in to squirt their thick creamy load all over her tingling tits.
Far into the night, she was gangbanged, she had screwed them for most of the night, taking what had seemed at the time to be pints of semen in her ass, cunt and mouth, and frosting her nipples, as the enthusiastic young men fucked her again and again, one at a time, in pairs or as a group until they could no longer get it up. Dawn was breaking when the last set of cocks managed the last lads of the night, she had lost count of her orgasms after number one hundred and eighteen.
She had been tagged as a party girl from that night on, and in her three-year college career she took literally miles of cock in all of her more than willing holes, and had thousands of orgasms. She was a gangbang girl, and she reveled in it, her body being used over and over. The highlight of her sexual antics had been the night she had pulled a train with the eager members of an entire frat house, drunkenly taking on twenty-eight hard college boy cocks, one after another. They had fucked her for over twelve hours, putting her on a heavily padded table, her cunt and asshole readily available at one end and her talented mouth available at the other. Cock after cock stepped up, taking their hole of choice, fucking her in every orifice. She had been literally coated with jism that night, the thick, heavy coating of sperm on her tits and belly gleaming in the dim light as the young men stepped up to their hole of choice, fucked her and then came on her lush young body and smiling face.
She didn’t remember a lot of that particular night and the memory of it was tempered by the soreness of her ass, cunt and thighs the next day. It had taken two guys over half an hour to get her clean in the shower. A great deal of that time had been spent trying to wash dried sperm out of her hair, with her kneeling in front of one guy and sucking him off, swallowing his cremy load as the other guy washed her hair and fucked her from behind, blasting a juicy load up into her well used fuck hole.
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