Don't Tell!

Don't Tell!

By Dawn Ramble

Many of my followers do not disclose their bios. Those who do cover the gender spectrum and a wide range of ages including some lusty seniors. And while I hope it provides fun for all, this story is dedicated to them. Of course, not all are lucky enough to remain as virile as Walter, but as long as your libido is active you are never too old to enjoy sex even if it just involves intimate touching. It just takes imagination and creativity.

My name is Deirdre Park, I'm a teacher and would-be artist, married and in my early forties. I grew up in the city, but my earliest clear and vivid memories are all of the farm where my grandmother lived. That's where I learned to milk a cow and ride a pony. My Dad was a salesman for some company and was always on the road. When I was little, he would put me on his knee or on his shoulder and make me laugh. By the time I was five he would just come in and drink a beer or two while he watched television and Mom served me my dinner. Then it was my bedtime and soon the two of them would be in bed too.

I had just turned seven when he left and Mum took me to Gran and Gramps's farm while she tried to find us a smaller place to live. It was early June and school was almost over. I didn`t mind; Dad's leaving meant little to me, and it never even occurred to me to wonder if I might be in any way to blame. I was surprised when Gran gently assured me it had nothing to do with me, and I was happy to assure her I had no worries on that score. After a couple of weeks Mom came up to stay and said we had a new place to move into at the end of the month.

It was some days later that Gran and Mom and I went for a walk. It was a really hot day and Gran said it would be cooler in the shade by the river. It was pleasant to walk there and after a bit we came to a wide pool with a waterfall.

"Remember this?" asked Gran and Mom said, "Of course, our favourite swimming spot. God, it's so hot I wouldn't mind a swim right now."

"Nothing to stop you," said Gran.

"I've nothing to wear."

"None of us ever did."

"I know but that was then."

"Nobody's here; I don't see the difference."

"What difference?" I asked, as I was confused but very much liked the idea of swimming.

"We don't have our swimsuits. Gran and I used to swim naked here when I was your age. What do you think of that?"

I was silent for a minute or two; then I just said, "I'd like to swim. It's so hot I really would," and I started to pull at my t-shirt.

"Okay, I guess it would be okay if you want to, but we don`t have suits or towels."

I was already stripping off my shirt and bending to undo my runners.

There was a waterfall as the end of the pool and at that moment a man came swimming from somewhere behind it. He swiftly swam to the far side and stood waist deep in the water facing us.

"Sorry, I heard your voices and thought that it was time I should be going. If you would just turn around for moment, I'll get out and leave you to enjoy the pool in peace."

Mom and Gran both turned their backs, but I watched as he climbed energetically out of the water and reached for his towel which was lying on a rock. He was tall and solidly built and although he looked quite old, he moved quickly and surely. He began to dry himself and turned sideways as he toweled vigorously. I knew men had penises; a boy who lived near me had surprised me a year ago when we were six by dropping his shorts and showing me how high up a wall he could pee. I remember I pretended to be grossed out, but I was impressed and envious.

Of course, I had seen statues and paintings of naked men at our museum, but I was startled by what I now saw hanging between this man's legs. It was certainly bigger than I expected. I noticed Gran and Mom had also turned around and it rose as we watched.

"Did he know we were watching?" I wondered.

Then he turned his back and pulled on his jeans and plaid shirt before slipping on his trainers and quickly disappearing into the far bushes. I heard a laugh and saw Mom was blushing a bright red as she said, "Did I just see wha..."

"Yes, you did!" answered Gran, "I'd always heard Walt was big and they weren't joshing."

"Oh, my!" I remember Mom saying, "That's one you would not quickly forget."

"He's got to be sixty, if he's a day," laughed Gran, "What a hulk!"

They may have said more but by then I was already swimming and heading for the waterfall. When I turned around Gran was already in the water and Mom was stepping in carefully. I thought she looked beautiful. She must then have been twenty-nine or maybe thirty and Gran a very active fifty-two. We all swam around and then stood together under the waterfall feeling the cold water fall on us. I loved the naughtiness of us all being naked together. It's a memory I have never forgotten.

Later Mom's words came back to me. I remembered Mr. Walt's penis pointing proudly at the sky as though it had a will of its own although it was clearly attached to his body, an image that remained in my mind resurfacing from time to time over my teenage years. At that time, I could not imagine what Mom had meant. Some years later, as I learned a bit about 'the birds and bees,' I recalled her words and wondered again about what she had said. Was it just that it was an image that remained lodged in the memory, or did she mean something more...? I didn't know the right words for what I was thinking.

It was also about then that I started paying more attention to the animals on the farm, especially their penises. I realized the pony I was learning to ride on was a boy when I saw it dangling down a couple of days later. It was even bigger than what I remembered Mr. Walt's to be.

The years passed and at least once a year I visited my grandparents on the farm. By the time I was fifteen Mom started going on dates again, but never really found a steady relationship. Sometimes the man stayed over, which at first, I found embarrassing, especially as they sometimes wandered into the bathroom naked. I observed that while some looked bigger than others, none ever looked like Mr. Walt.

When I was seventeen Gramps died just before Christmas, and Mom and I went to be with Gran for a few weeks. Mr. Walt was among the villagers who came to the funeral and offered his condolences. Despite the passing years it seemed to me he had barely changed. I learned his name was actually Walter Morgan, and he had been born in Wales. He had a very quiet voice and manner despite his tall and burly physique. When we shook hands I felt it lasted a moment too long. Was it him or me? I found he had kind eyes full of empathy as he expressed his regrets for the loss of my grandfather even though he said he had not known him well.

I noted he held Mom's hand in the same manner as he spoke quietly to her. When he reached Gran I saw he clasped both her hands within his own. Hers seemed tiny within his. Back at the farm Gran said what a very kind and gentle gentleman he was, and we all agreed.

Some weeks after school ended I asked Mom if I might go and stay with Gran. I would be starting at university in September. Mom had started a new relationship, and I felt it might benefit from my absence for a little while. He seemed nice and I was at an age where I didn't need him to be my new dad. Mom seemed slightly hesitant after she spoke to Gran on the phone, but then said, "Of course, just try to be helpful and fit in."

I arrived close to dinner time. Gran met me at the door, and I was surprised to see Walter standing behind her. He took my suitcase and carried it up to my room with greater ease than I might have. How old was he? Gran had said he was at least sixty when she was fifty-two and she was now sixty-four. He had to be at least in his seventies, but he seemed as vigorous as ever. After dinner Walter said he should be going, but Gran urged him to stay. The house had four bedrooms, although the one that Gramps had used as his dressing room was now Gran's sewing room or so she called it. It also still had a single bed. I think she used it more for reading and naps than needlework.

As Gran and Walter sat watching television I went up to my room to read. Around ten I heard them come upstairs. Walter was in the room at the far end from mine and Gran's was next to the bathroom at the other end. At around ten-thirty I went to brush my teeth, and I turned out my light ten minutes later.

At some point I am vaguely aware of the soft footsteps of Walter going to the bathroom. I wake again to find the earliest light of dawn peeping round the edges of the blinds and I need to pee. I lie for a moment... no, I really need to pee. I get up, pull my sweater round my shoulders and hurry along the landing suddenly remembering there is more than just Gran and I in the house. I hope Walter doesn't emerge as my sweater does little to cover my nakedness. I slip silently into the bathroom and sit down. I was right, I really need to pee.

I hear footsteps coming closer. I am sitting there in the dark. Did I lock the door? I have an image of Walter entering, possibly penis already in hand, but the steps continue further.

As the flow of my urine stops, I become aware of the rhythmic sounds of movement from Gran's room and the occasional creaks of the bedframe.

I know these sounds from some of Mom's better dates. On more than one occasion I have brought myself to orgasm while listening. Now an image of Walter's massive cock fills my mind. Is it really as big as I remember? I wipe, stand up and tiptoe to the basin to wash my hands. We don't flush pee at night as the toilet's old and noisy. I quietly open the door (I had not locked it) and slip out. I'm about to turn to my room away from the ever more audible sounds they are making, when I notice the door is not fully closed. With just four silent steps I am able to peek in. Walter and Gran are both on the bed, he on his back and Gran squatting riding up and down his thickness with her eyes closed and a gentle smile on her lips. She's facing him and almost facing me as the bedroom door is close to the bedhead.

At that moment her eyes open, and she's looking right at me but shows no recognition, maybe because she isn't wearing her glasses or maybe because she does not wish to. She bends forward and whispers, and with a quick and apparently practiced set of moves, she's rolled over onto her back knees pulled to her chest and he is on top with outstretched arms. Then their fucking gets serious. He too is now facing me but not acknowledging me.

They're lit by the growing brightness leaking through a gap in her curtains. Avoiding his eyes I find myself moving further into the room only feet from them. As I move, I can see Gran's fingers slowly but surely massaging the swollen nub of her clitoris. When I turn to stand below the foot of the bed, I find myself face to face with Walter's sinewy rear. I watch the rippling movement of his thigh muscles and glutes. I'm no more than a foot from his naked arse and huge balls and figure he must shave himself down there.

Then I am bending lower to watch as he continues to plunge into her with vigour. His thick shaft is covered in her juices or perhaps an excess of lubricant or both. He pauses and pulls back, and she shifts her legs onto his buttocks before he thrusts in again. I step back a foot or two straightening as I do so. I still have a clear view as each deep thrust spreads her juicy swollen labia until he is fully buried and once again all I can see is his butt before he withdraws only to thrust again with ever-increasing velocity. That's when I realize that my fingers are rubbing my clit with almost the same ferocity. I feel the slow but inexorable build towards a climax that I am struggling to repress. The room is full of the smells of sweat and sex, and my urgency grows with every intake of breath. Gran begins to moan and then suddenly cries, "Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh, Jesus now, now!" and in my head I am echoing her words.

It seems both our prayers are answered. I see her legs pull off him as her pelvis is wracked with spasms and I'm struggling to keep my feet as I too am overcome by an unbearably pleasurable series of cramping shudders. Suddenly I feel my eyes roll back and lose my balance collapsing to the floor. I am perhaps momentarily unconscious. I regain my senses to find Walter standing over me. I look over to see Gran seated on the edge of the bed with an undefinable look on her face. Turning back to Walter I'm very aware of his still powerfully erect penis as he offers a hand to raise me from the floor. You may think old people's bodies are ugly but not his. Yes, he shows all the signs of his age, but despite his wrinkles his body is still quite muscled, even if in places it is a victim of gravity. In my years of art, I have seen many bodies of older people not all in as good shape as his but found beauty in all of them.

"I'm sorry," says Gran, "but when I saw you watching us, I told Walter "We have an audience'."

So, she had seen me and no doubt so had he.

"I'm so embarrassed, Gran. It was unforgivable to watch but I couldn't help myself."

"I understand. The women in our family have always had very healthy libidos. I am a compulsive exhibitionist and voyeur myself, as you saw. Watching your growing pleasure as you masturbated only added to my experience. I hope yours was as good as mine."

I nod too tongue-tied to say anything.

She looks over at Walter and back at me and then asks, "Are you a virgin, Deirdre?"

I hesitate and then say, "No, Gran, but don't tell Mom."

It's the truth although I've only done it once with a boy who was my date for the evening at the graduation prom. It was a month after my eighteenth birthday out in the gardens among some bushes, and we weren't fully undressed. In fact, I was wearing my prom dress, and he still had his tux on when he dropped his pants. It had just started as kissing and feeling each other up. I moved the straps of my braless dress so he could fondle my breasts and then kiss my nipples. Then he unzipped and guided my hand to his growing erection. In retrospect it wasn't large, probably quite normal, but I was thrilled by the soft and hard feel of his maleness. Since that occasion I've found opportunities to feel a few more even giving hands jobs and my first blowjob. The sensation of running my tongue around and sucking up and down a growing hardness was exciting. I could not understand those of my friends who thought it was gross but was reticent about my own enjoyment.

On that particular occasion, on prom night, I remember checking nobody was watching as he lifted my dress to my waist and pushed a finger into me. I guided him to rub my clit although I was already quite wet. He forgot my breasts and slid my panties down and off my legs. Then I remember he examined my lady parts in greater detail with both his eyes and probing fingers, as if studying for an exam. With his repositioning I had lost my grip on his cock and my fingers moved to show him where and how to pleasure me. At some point he, or I, must have pushed his pants and underwear down until he had one leg free and it was like that, barely half naked, that we completed our first and only act of sexual intercourse. Hardly an epic fuck, but a successful if ultimately unexciting deflowering; virgin no more.

These details are flowing through my head as I answer Gran. She is looking at me expectantly nodding towards Walter. What is it she's expecting? Suddenly I know the answer and before I can believe what I'm doing, I hear myself say, "Walter, (it's the first time I've addressed his as such) would you... would you fuck me?" It takes all my courage to say "fuck". It needed less for me to contemplate what the actual act might entail.

He looks at me curiously, "Are you sure you want to? I mean I am quite large, not much shy of nine inches."

"I've seen." My libido's on steroids, and nothing is going to stop me now.

He still hesitates.

"Go on, for God's sake! You know you want to. When did you last fuck a willing teenager? She wants it; you want it... and I want to watch. Make an old lady happy," Gran says, laughing. This is a side of my grandmother I have never seen or even suspected. I wonder if my mother has ever seen this side of her. If she has, what did she think?

As Gran slips off the bed Walter picks up my hundred and thirty pound, five-foot nine inches with no apparent effort and places me on the bed where he joins me. He spreads my legs and begins to run his tongue around my sex probing and sometimes lightly sucking on my clit or aroused pussy lips in a manner I have never experienced before. The expression 'eating me out' pops into my brain as I feel myself building towards another climax. He stops. Gran hands him a tube of lubricant which he applies generously to my highly aroused vagina as she goes to open the blinds.

"Get on top!" he commands, moving under me to lie on his back.

"If you squat like your Gran did, you'll have more control of the depth of my penetration."

As I move into the squatting position, he holds me up with one hand while he positions his still firm if not fully rigid penis below me. Together we slowly lower me until I feel the touch of his penis between my parted lips. As his hand holds the massive head upright, he begins gently inserting it into my slowly distending cunt ("There", I think, "I have finally used the 'C' word in it's most basic and original context." I rarely use it anyway, but this is definitely a first.)

As these girlish thoughts pass through my head, the relevant parts of my body are adjusting to accommodate the full width of his cock. The sensation is both interesting and exhilarating like nothing I could ever describe, not really painful, but stretching and I'm grateful for the lube. My vagina opens wider as he sits up behind me, and I descend further onto him. The recent images of Gran's swollen labia fill my mind. Suddenly I'm overtaken by a small but spontaneous orgasm, a product of both my imaginings and the unusual and pleasurable sensations of his continued entry. Walter senses it and pauses motionless within me as the feelings subside. A moment of sharp pain as what I guess to be my cervix hits his cock but then it eases past and delivers a new set of deliciously sensual thrills from deep within. Then before I expect it, we have, as the astronauts say, 'completed our docking manoeuvre'. I feel he is fully buried within me all nine or however many inches.

"Wow!"

The problem I have now is how to raise myself. I am unable to move. I just feel the heartbeat of his cock pulsing within me. Reaching back with his arms Walter now raises himself to a sitting position and lifts his hip and rolling over he's now on top with me skewered firmly beneath him. We lie like that for some moments before he starts slowly withdrawing until I feel he might be in danger of falling out. He is barely still within my lips before he slowly thrusts back in awakening all the sensations anew. He begins to repeat the process a little more quickly and vigorously each time. By the fifth or sixth repetition I'm climaxing again and continue to do so as he speeds his thrusts. I'm riding a mounting wave of unrelenting spasms and praying he'll stop whilst also fearing he will. I am being rubbed raw as the lube is long gone, but the pleasure is infinitely worth it. I don't raise my legs as Gran did but rather spread my thighs as wide as possible while keeping my knees tight against my breasts.

He's panting and grunting as he rams into me, and I sensed he is close. I know I can't contain my impending climax much longer. I shift my legs pulling him closer and wrap my feet tightly behind his thighs. He lifts us both for one more forceful thrust. One moment I am staring up at his half-smiling, half-grimacing face... a drop of his sweat falls on my face as pauses buried to the hilt. Then I'm conscious only that he is about to withdraw, and every muscle that I have in my cunt locks onto him as my orgasm overwhelms me. My last conscious sensation is his hardness jerking within me.

As my senses return, he's escaping my cunt's fierce grip, and his withdrawing cock releases a residue of cum onto my navel. It feels warm, as do I, lying there now conscious of everything, but unwilling or unable to move.

Walter helps me to my feet and encourages me to rest on the bed for a minute. He closes the gap in the curtains blocking out most of the daylight and he and Gran leave the room. I am processing everything that just happened and the fact that it was my Gran who had both encouraged and witnessed it. I tried to relax but the truth was I was too stoked to do much but head into the bathroom. Gran was sitting in the tub. She'd already turned off the bath taps so as not to mess with the water pressure for the shower. Walter was turning on the rain shower, and both he and Gran had their backs to the door. I was across the room and entering the shower before either of them realized. I lifted down the handheld shower head as Walter turned round under the rain head. He didn't really seem that surprised to see me as I ran the spray all over the front of my body.

"You have a beautiful body," he said, "so young and vibrant, tight and unworn."

"Thanks, I got the message," said Gran, and I couldn't help joining them in the laughter.

"Would you spray my back?" I said handing the showerhead to Walter.

He didn't answer but I felt the spray and then the shower brush lightly scrubbing my shoulders. When I turned round, he handed the brush to me and began to sponge my front. I brushed his knees and then lightly rubbed it across his dangling cock. I laid it aside, stepped closer and spraying some liquid soap on my hand I lifted his cock and gave it a good wash. I enjoyed the weighty feel of it between my hands and held it for some time before letting go.

"What are we going to do today?" I asked Gran. Walter's cock didn't seem to be getting excited but how do you tell if it doesn't point at the sky?

"Have a good breakfast," said Gran, "We deserve it."

"I have to go into town and do some banking," said Walter.

"We can do as much or as little as you want," said Gran looking at me.

After breakfast Gran said, "I do have to do some laundry," as soon as we had stacked the dishwasher and done the pans. Walter had left as soon as he had eaten.

"Give me anything you have that needs cleaning. I'll do a light wash first."

"Will Walter be staying again tonight?" I asked.

"Unlikely, but not impossible. He has his own place and usually only comes over once or twice a week. I mean to sleep over he sometimes drops by during the day."

"What's your relationship?" I couldn't help asking her.

"He's a very kind and considerate friend. Our sex isn't romantic, just cathartic for both of us. I guess we're what your generation calls 'friends with benefits'. Regular sex keeps you young and God knows I need it. Walter is just a phenomenon of nature... one of the wonders of the natural world," she concluded, laughing.

"I think you're right about that. Gran, did you really expect me to fuck him?" I asked, I was genuinely curious.

"No, I expected him to fuck you... as long as you were willing, and I wasn't disappointed."

"You are a very strange woman. What would Gramps have thought?"

As soon as I said it, I thought I had really crossed a line, but Gran paused and then said, "If he's up there watching he's probably scratching his head. He always wanted sex to be intimate and romantic. He'd always say, 'can we make love?' and I'd tease him by saying, 'Can't we just fuck?'"

She paused and then said, "When he knew he was dying he surprised me by saying 'go find Walter. He's a good man and fuck him as often as you need to.' That's exactly what he said."

She stopped talking and I realize she was overcome with emotion. If she was crying, she wasn't making a show of it.

"He was a dear, dear man. My only true love. Walter feels the same about his wife though she's been gone these twenty years. I think he must have fucked a number of the widows in this area, but only one at a time."

"No gangbangs?"

"No, I mean he's not a cheater, he doesn't fuck someone behind another's back. With a lot of women, it's just for the experience not really a relationship."

"So, he's providing a sort of public service? Why don't they want to continue, or doesn't he want to?"

"Well, from what I understand it's sometimes them and sometimes him. For instance, some are too clingy; some just piss him off. Then for many he's too big, so it's a non-starter; for others once or twice is enough, and then there are one or two like me who can take it and enjoy it. I know who they are, or I mostly do."

"How about married women or divorcees?"

"Oh, I know he's been approached but he won't go there. He respects his and other's marriage vows: 'Till death do us part.' That's his boundary."

"How about me?"

"Well, I guess you're an exception. You're certainly not married. However, I think he's embarrassed about it. I doubt he's had a fuck like you in sixty years but you both seemed to enjoy it."

"I did, but I'm rubbed raw down there. I've been putting your aloe jelly everywhere.

Gran laughed, "Was it worth it?"

"Fuck yes! As soon as it settles, I'll be ready again."

"He came in you, I wasn't expecting that. I'm sure he wasn't. It takes him a while; he says that mostly we ladies finish first and we're done. So, he doesn't often get to finish and ends up masturbating... or not."

"We won't tell Mom."

"Certainly not."

It was a couple of evenings later that Gran and I were sitting after dinner talking. She'd been rather quiet and was nursing her fourth glass of wine.

"Why do you think Gramps suggested Walter?" I asked.

"Now, there's a story. You have to understand there were just the four of us who used to hang together a lot as teenagers in school. I mean there were only about three or four other kids around our age who lived close by. Other kids were picked up along the way on the hour-long bus ride to school. Walt was probably already twenty or so, but his brother Tom was closer to our age. The boys looked alike, younger versions of their father."

"What did you do for entertainment? You didn't have phones or the internet."

"We didn't even have computers. Our parents didn't have a television. We did listen to the radio, and we didn't even have record players until I was married and in my twenties. We all helped with farm work and chores spending a lot of time outdoors. When we got together it was often to go swimming and stuff."

"Weren't you bored?"

"Sometimes, but not often," she paused taking a sip of wine, "I probably shouldn't tell you this, and don't tell your mom but we flirted a lot and sometimes more. By the time I reached eighteen I was a horny little bitch. One day Walter, Tom and Gramps and I were walking by one of the ponds in the river, the one with the waterfall. We hadn't planned on going for a swim, but it was very hot, and I suddenly thought that if I weren't there, they'd just jump in naked. Before I knew what I was doing I took a deep breath and suggested we all go swimming. They looked at me to be sure that they had heard me.

'What go in in our underwear?' Bill asked me (I knew Bill was Gramps' name).

'No, we should all be naked,' I said with my heart in my mouth.

'Really?' they said. I nodded and pulled my shirt over my head. I wasn't even wearing a bra over my full breasts. They all stared but then Tom pulled off his shirt and, in less time, than you can imagine we were all naked. I'd seen their upper bodies plenty of times and knew they were all muscle from all the farm work, but Bill was the only one I had seen naked. I didn't want to stare so I quickly jumped in; then looked back as they stood on the bank. That's the first time I saw Walter and Tom. They were both large, quite a bit larger than your Gramps, not that he had anything to be ashamed of. He and I had had a few fucks by then, always with a condom or at least mostly, whenever he or I could steal one from our dads' hidden stocks.

At first, we just swam around a bit and then they began horsing around. I was bored and I got out and just lay naked on the grass. It took a few minutes for them to realize and then they stopped swimming and that's when they all got out. They just stood there looking and I let my fingers stray and absently-mindedly brush across my pubes. That's when their interest really began to be evident.

Next thing I knew Bill, your Gramps, asked me for a blowjob, and I said 'Sure!'."

Gran looked at me to gauge my reaction, but I just looked interested and non-judgmental. Internally I was thinking, "What the fuck?"

"Well, that, of course was only the start," she continued. "All of them wanted a blowjob and who was I to refuse except that Tom and especially Walter was both too big for my mouth. I licked them and sucked around but then Tom said, 'How about I put it in you, not fucking, just to see how far it will go.'

I hesitated as I thought about it. We didn't have dildos, of course, but I had used some cucumbers and candles when I was alone. A girl at school suggested eggplants. I tried one although I didn't want to put it in too far. She warned that she had heard of one girl who had to go to the doctor as she couldn't get it out. It certainly stretched me and could have been as big or bigger than Tom or even Walter. It was an interesting sensation, not unpleasant but not all that stimulating either.

'Okay,' I eventually said in answer to his question, because I was curious what it would feel like. I trusted Tom and at that time I felt closer to him than to Walter, who was that much older. Bill and I were going steady at the time, and I saw him give me a look, but now I'd consented Tom was readying himself in front of me. He was clearly bigger than Bill and I lay back on the grass, while the others looked on. I felt Bill move in to support my head as if he knew I wanted to watch. I spread my legs and Tom leaned down and licked my pussy. I could already see precum on his erect cock. He spat on the head of it and guided it in.

He really didn't need to I was already more than wet. As it eased its way in, I could feel how stretched I was and even though he wasn't fully in me it was further than Bill had reached. The feeling was delicious and then he pulled out. Of course, we didn't have any condoms. We'd just come to swim. Tom was a lovely boy. He joined the army that fall. He was killed in some stupid peace-keeping mission only a few years later. What a waste!"

I could see Gran was drifting and she saw my look.

"Then Walter asked if he could try. I was a little in awe of Walter. I mean he was twenty-six, and even if we were all spending a lot of time together, I had never seen his monster cock before that day.

'What would it feel like? Could it even go in?'

He waited slowly massaging his erection and then someone said, 'Yes!' and I guess it was me.

He knelt in front of me and pushed the tip in and then stopped. My heart was in my throat in anticipation. Once again Bill had moved behind me. Whether it was to support me or to watch or both. Walter waited until I said, "Get on with it!"

He very slowly pushed deeper and the feelings I was exeriencing as he reached zones I never knew I had was indescribable. A moment of pain as he brushed by my cervix going ever deeper. A moment later he was fully buried. Bill moved away and reappeared kneeling before me.

"Bev, can you suck me?" he pleaded, "You didn't finish."

It was true I had started to sucked him but got distracted by the cocks of Tom and Walter. Walter had half withdrawn his cock and I flipped over to face Bill and began to suck. However, I'm afraid I was too distracted to fulfill Bill's wishes letting the little ripples of mounting excitement build within me. Then Walter withdrew his cock and pushed me back on to my back. His shoulder pushed the inside of my left knee tilting me on to my shoulderblades as he prepared to re-enter me. I remember that to my horror his cock bumped against my arse, but then found my eager hole. I relaxed feeling the satisfaction of his full penetration. He began to gently move back and forth and my feelings of pleasure quickly remounted. As he increased the pace of his rhythmic thrusts I sensed I could hold back my orgasm no longer.

I think Walter sensed what was happening as he tried to withdraw but I and my cunt had other ideas. I pushed back hard against him raising my buttocks to bury him deeper.

Honestly, I think I lost any sense of anything but the immense pleasure of his cock pumping deep within me. It was the best orgasm I ever had then or now. As I became aware of our surroundings I realized a couple of other guys we knew had joined us. That didn't really bother me as much as when I saw the flood of cum that followed Walt's withdrawal. It was a lot, and I began to be concerned. I tried to think if it was a safe time, but I didn't really know. To this day I don't know whether I deliberately thought, "If Bill fucks me and I get pregnant we can say it's his."

I had no idea if Bill would stand by me but we were going steady and...

'Bill do you want to fuck me?' I asked with apparent eagerness and of course he did. He wasn't as big as Walter and I found I adjusted quickly to his size as he pumped enthusiastically. It was very pleasant and I made appropriate noises of excitement as he came adding his juices to Walter's. I was aware of Tom standing close by and he also came under the persuasive ministrations of his trusty right hand."

I was trying to figure out what I had just heard when she said, "Of course that wasn't the end of it. Two days later we had gone skinny dipping again. This time there were five of us although I forget who the others were. All boys of course. I gave a couple of blowjobs and then decided it would be fun to have both Bill and Walt fuck me. I didn't know double penetration was a thing; I honestly thought I'd invented it. Bill was hesitant but Walter thought it would be fun. We tried to figure out how to do it. Walter thought Bill and Tom should try and Tom got between my legs, but I could see he was already dripping cum, and I didn't want that in me.

Walter then said I should lie on Bill, and so I did. The problem was Bill wasn't long enough, so that's when Walter decided to lie down. I lay on top, and he put it in me. The front not the back, I wasn't having any of that. Bill tried to fit his one beside it, but there wasn't enough room. In the end Walter just turned me over and fucked me hard. Then some or maybe all the others did too, but they weren't Walt's size, not even Tom. After I was covered in cum, because they would pull out and have me suck them off. I guess they thought I was a bit of a slut and at that moment they weren't too far wrong. I'm not proud of it. In fact, after I bitterly regretted it.

She paused and then said, "So that's the story. I felt you needed to know."

I looked puzzled.

She looked at me, and then said, "Two months later I was sure I was pregnant. Bill and I got married. That's what people did. Everybody talked, but nobody said anything, if you understand me. These things happened; nobody in the countryside was on the pill. Only Bill, Tom and I knew it might not be Bill's. He always suspected he wasn't the father, but as far as your mother knows he was and is. Don't say anything."

Automatically I said, "Of course not! Did you ever find out?"

"Well, not definitively, but your mum has certain mannerisms exactly like Walter, none like Bill."

It wasn't until later I realized that what my Gran wasn't saying was that Bill might not actually be Mom's dad. Still later I wondered if she realized that she had encouraged me to have sex with the man she believed to be my own grandfather.

"Holy shit! Should I point it out to her?" I decided it wouldn't serve any purpose. No wonder Walter was feeling embarrassed, if he had put it all together. It was two weeks before he looked in on us but didn't stay.

It was at the end of the month that Mom came up for the weekend before taking me home. By coincidence Walter dropped by just after she arrived. While I helped Gran prepare dinner, I saw them having a quiet conversation together. I hoped nothing was said about what had happened in Gran's bed.

"Surely Walter wouldn't say anything about it?"

I was reassured when I saw them laughing. Walter turned to go and gave her a kiss on the cheek, and he wished Gran and I "farewell."

That afternoon Gran had to go into town, and I realized I had a couple of things to do to secure my residence at university. Once I had the forms completed, docu-signed, and emailed I looked around for Mom. Obviously, she had gone out for a walk. I was another gorgeous day so I thought I might go swimming. I grabbed a towel and my bikini, some sunblock and a bottle of water and set off for the river.

As I got close to the pond with the waterfall I heard some whispers. I approached stealthily and there on the bank barely hidden by the bushes was my mom. She was naked and as I got closer, I could see the legs of the man she was riding. I knew those legs; I didn't need to see a face. Mom was fucking Walt. I wanted to walk away but couldn't, even as he rolled her over in that way of his and raised her legs to his shoulders and began thrusting into her. I shouldn't watch this, but I had such a clear and perfect view of that sturdy shaft spreading her inner lips.

I was so aroused I needed to do something. I tiptoed silently away and then shedding my clothes, I slipped into the cool waters of the pond and sat rubbing myself below the water until I reached a small but satisfying climax, no shooting stars just relief. I pushed off and began to swim and then Mom appeared through the bushes. At first, she didn't notice me and then she did.

"Dee, what are you doing here?"

"Swimming, same as you, I guess," I said, keeping it simple. This wasn't so easy as she had some of his... residue on her face and hair.

"At least he didn't come in her," I thought, although that might not be totally true. I knew how copious his flow could be.

At that moment Walter emerged from the bushes with his large but wilting penis in full view. He saw me and plunged into the pond vanishing under water for several strokes. When he surfaced, he looked straight at me and said, "Hi, Deirdre!"

"Hi! Nice day for a swim, isn't it?"

"Yes, indeed."

Then no one said anything as we swam around. Walter looked at Mom and led her under the waterfall washing her face and hair.

As I watched I thought, "Holy fuck! My mom just got fucked by her father." I didn't think she knew; Gran swore she didn't, but it was more than possible he possibly did. Did the chance of incest make it more exciting for him? One thing was for sure I wasn't going to tell her.

Later, when we got out, they went to find their towels and clothes which were close by and I toweled myself dry. Then Walter got dressed and gave my mom another kiss on the cheek before he went on his way.

Mom and I sat for a while in silence, dry but naked. Then we both tried to speak at once. I shut up.

"Dee," my mom said, "You're probably confused. I guess you realized Walt and I didn't meet by chance," she paused, "You know what we were doing?"

I nodded and then said, "I watched... not to the end."

"Oh! Well, you know I haven't had any good dates for a while and well... it's not the first time Walter and I..." Then she got stuck for words.

After a bit she tried again.

"Walter, well he's special, special to me. I've never forgotten, and it was exactly what I needed right now. I told him straight out when we met earlier and he agreed to meet me. I'm not ashamed although I am embarrassed you had to see, but one day you'll have sex and understand."

"I think I do, and I see why he's special," I added.

"It's not just his size," she almost stammered, "He is so thoughtful and loving with it, and there's so much more."

"Not to worry. I'm happy for you!" That was true. I was also jealous as all fuck, but I couldn't really say that.

"Don't say a word to Gran. She'd be mortified."

More likely, she'd laugh her head off, I thought.

As we walked, I decided to ask, "So, you and Walter, you've done it before?"

She nodded, "A long time ago."

"Before Dad?"

She blushed deeply and then said, "I guess you are old enough to hear this now. Why don't we sit down? There's a bit to tell and if you are to understand it'll take a while. You know that your dad and I had a few issues. It actually started scarcely a year after we were married. I found he was seeing someone at his work. He said it was just sex, not a big deal. She did some things I wouldn't do. I told him to get his priorities straight as we wanted to start a family. He promised he would. I said I'd give him a couple of months to think about it. It was summer and as a teacher I had the time to come up here to the farm and spend time with your Gran and Gramps.

Walter was a regular visitor and he and I spent quite a lot of time together. I'd always regarded him as an honorary uncle. As a child I used to call him Uncle Walt, and he would bounce me on his knee or carry me on his back when we all went for long walks. I never saw him get cross as Gran and Gramps sometimes did. He'd always laugh and say things like, "Give her a break she's only a kid."

Often those walks on a hot day ended with us all swimming in the river. We were always naked, but it wasn't until I entered my teens that I began to see things. With puberty I insisted on wearing my underwear if I didn't have a swimsuit, but the adults still went naked, and I couldn't help noticing Walter... that he was hung. I tried not to obsess about it, but large penises were something that figured large in my teenage masturbatory fantasies."

Then she stopped and looked at me to see how I was taking all this information. I just gave her an "I get it," smile,

"Anyway, now that I was twenty-one and married, I dropped the 'Uncle' part and just started calling him Walt like Gran and Gramps did. We'd go for walks, and I'd find myself opening up to him, more than I had to them. He was always understanding and would give me a hug. Then one day when we were passing this very pond. It was always my favorite, and I said that I'd like to swim. He looked at me and asked: 'Really? I don't have a suit, do you?' and I said, 'No, when did you ever?' and laughed. I started to strip, and I was practically naked and chivying him, before he started.

'Did I know what I was doing?' To this day I ask myself that question, and don't have a clear answer. All I know is I saw that cock just hanging there and all the time we were swimming I couldn't stop thinking about it. I hadn't had sex in more than a month and was horny as hell. I had dived below the water and swam right to him. I grabbed him and tried to put it in my mouth but just ended up rubbing it. He tried to stop me. In fact, he even told me to stop, but I insisted I needed... I needed to be fucked. I practically dragged him into the bushes. Yes, of course he was strong enough to stop me, but what man would?

By then he was hard as a rock, and I took hold and pulled him down between my legs. I don't need to spell out the details of what followed. It was a fuck until any other and we just lay exhausted and then we did it again but more slowly and that was even better."

"Did he climax both times, and just you?"

"Oh, no. He came both times and trust me he came and came. I couldn't believe how much, and I just lay there. Eventually, we just slipped back in the pool and washed up. Then he walked me home. I don't think Gran and Gramps had any idea how long we'd been gone. I was doing my best to walk normally although my thighs were chafed as was my hoo-hah. Walter stayed for dinner, but I didn't see him after that. Otherwise, sore or not, I would probably have done it again.

Anyway, then your dad called, and we had a long talk. He was pleading with me to come home saying he had learnt his lesson. He'd ended things with the girl, and I went home. He kept his promises, and I let him do some of the things I hadn't let him do before. He was thrilled when I got pregnant, and such a proud father. It wasn't until we tried to get me pregnant again that that changed. Unbeknownst to me he went and got tested. The doctor said he had a very low motility rate. He asked how I got pregnant before and the doctor told him we were probably just extremely lucky. After that his attitude changed. I mean I had got pregnant so soon after my return. I took a chance and said, 'if you think it's not yours, we'll get a test," but he wouldn't do it. But he didn't play with you the same way and began to travel a lot more. He had more affairs, and I asked him to leave, and he did."

"So, am I his baby?"

"I don't know. I would have been interested in a test."

"You're telling me Walter might be my dad?"

"It's possible, actually more than likely, but never tell your Gran. She would never understand."

"This is crazy," I thought, "Walter could be my grandfather and my father, and I begged him to fuck me." This I something nobody needs to know.

Within a couple of months, I found out I was pregnant. It could only be Walter's, but I didn't tell anyone, I didn't know how. Only my doctor and I knew. Then my mother found out she was pregnant. It was time to tell her at least the basics. My mother was shocked that Walter had fucked me, but she said she'd never told him he was probably my father. I didn't tell her that Gran encouraged it, and I never told her that he and not Bill was her father. That cross was mine to bear. My baby brother and my son both turned twenty-one this year. Yes, they are both male and we have all been swimming, not naked, but still I can tell you they share a common physical trait with their dad, penises in the top percentile.

Honestly, I would love to fuck either or both, but that would be incest... LOL.

The End

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