Old Porn Star

by Jean-Luc Cheri

  He watched me without speaking for a few moments. It seemed like he wanted to say something, but couldn’t bring himself to do it. It felt like we were on the brink of something momentous.

  I tried to mentally will him to say it. To let him know the answer would be yes.

  He leaned forward slightly, his blue eyes locked on mine. I felt a quiver of desire ripple through me.

  Oh god, yes. Just ask.

  But instead, he seemed to shake out of whatever thoughts he was having, and blinked a few times. Then he looked at his watch.

  “Look at the time,” he said. “I’d better get going. They want me to stop by the office this afternoon to answer some questions.”

  No! Please. Don’t go.

  He stood. “I’ve got to take a shower. Finish your drink and cookies, and then let yourself out. Lock the door when you leave. Thanks for visiting, Chloe. I’ve really enjoyed your visit.”

  “Papa?”

  “Yes, Chloe?”

  I wanted to say it myself. That I wanted him to take me upstairs to his bedroom. But in the end, I didn’t have the courage either. So I asked a different question.

  “Can I call you Eric instead of Papa?”

  He smiled. “Of course.”

  “After everything we talked about today, I’d rather call you by your name.”

  “I understand.”

  There was a pause, and my hopes were raised again. But he just said, “Goodbye, Chloe,” then walked to the steps.

  I watched him go upstairs, then sat there feeling a little sad, as if I’d missed an opportunity that wouldn’t be offered again. Today had been special because of how close we’d become, and we’d probably never feel like this again. Tomorrow, we’d probably both come to our senses and realize we’d dodged a bullet. Yes, it was better that he’d left his question unasked, otherwise we both might’ve done something we’d both regret.

  Chapter 9

  I sat on my grandfather’s couch for another five minutes, nibbling on a cookie while lost in thought. Finally, I decided it was time to leave.

  I got up off the couch and headed for the door, but somehow my legs decided to walk to the stairs instead. I was halfway up before my brain started to complain, but by then it was too late. I was committed.

  Upstairs, I walked quietly down the carpeted hallway, heading towards my grandfather’s bedroom door at the end. It was ajar, and the closer I got, I could better hear the sound of the shower running.

  Pushing open the door, I stepped into the bedroom and stared at the closed bathroom door. A light shown from underneath, along with the sound of the flowing water.

  Without stopping to think, I began taking off my clothes. I knew that if I thought about this too much, I’d run from the house in fright, wondering how I could even consider what I was planning. So I forced those thoughts from my head and continued to disrobe.

  When I was naked, I walked to the bathroom door and silently turned the knob. Stepping inside, the warm steam enveloped my body as I closed the door behind me. Then I stared at the shower.

  The glass shower doors were frosted, providing a vague outline of the person within. But even with that blurry limited view, I could see what he was doing.

  He was jerking off.

  He was standing under the hot spray with his cock in his hand, slowly stroking it. Through the partially opaque glass I could see the long shape of his erect cock, and his hand sliding along its length.

  Was he thinking about me?

  Of course he was. How could he not after our conversation? He was doing exactly what I was planning on doing when I got home.

  But now, my plans had changed. I was still going to come, but it wasn’t going to be from my hand.

  Steeling myself for this last, irreversible step, I walked to the back shower door and slid it open, then stepped into the shower. As I closed it, he startled and froze, his body twitching.

  “Jennifer?” he asked.

  I remained silent.

  “I told you I would call you. Did Chloe let you in?”

  I stepped to him, pressing myself against his back and curling my arms around his waist. My breasts flattened against him as I laced my fingers together.

  “We don’t have time for this, Jennifer. I have to go to the office.”

  I tightened my arms, letting him know I didn’t care about his meeting.

  He sighed. “I guess it’s for the best. I am in need of some relief at the moment.”

  I slid one hand down, over his flat stomach until I felt the hardness of his solid root. I curled my hand around the engorged flesh, unable to reach all the way around the thick shaft.

  Oh my god, I had my grandfather’s cock in my hand!

  “Uhhh,” he groaned. “That’s nice.”

  I began stroking him, slowly sliding my hand up and down while keeping my grip snug. His erection was covered in lather, and my hand slid easily over the slippery hardness.

  “Mmm,” he moaned. “That’s it. God, it feels so good.”

  I remained silent as I pleasured him, feeling his strength as his massive cock twitched and pulsed in my grasp. My pussy drooled and throbbed, wondering what it would feel like to be stretched out by this monster.

  A scene from the movie came back to me, where he was making sensual love to his wife, and the camera zoomed in on where they were connected. He was lying between her legs, which were up and wrapped around his waist, causing her pussy to tilt up and give the camera a great angle as he slowly pistoned in and out. It showed everything, from his dangling nutsack to the way the mouth of her pussy was ovaled around his thick shaft. And how her tight anus seemed to wink each time he thrust deep.

  And now I had that same cock in my hand. And if things worked out the way I wanted them to, it would be my cunt being stuffed full by his thick hardness. My pussy pulsed again in anticipation.

  “You’re so fucking sexy,” he groaned. “This is just what I needed.”

  I nodded against his shoulder, letting him know that Jennifer approved.

  “Remember that secret you told me?” he said. “About you fantasizing about licking a pussy?”

  I wondered where this was headed, so I nodded again.

  “Well, I have a secret too, and I think you’re going to like it.”

  I continued to stroke him, allowing him to speak.

  “You met my granddaughter Chloe, right?”

  I nodded.

  “I want to fuck her.”

  My hand stopped for a moment as my brain registered the shock of his revelation. But then it started again.

  “I know it’s wrong, but I just can’t help myself. She so fucking sexy. I don’t care if she’s my granddaughter. I have to have her. And I think she wants me too.”

  I nodded again.

  “Maybe next time she stops by to visit, I’ll have the courage to admit it to her. But for now, I’d like to ask you a favor.”

  I nodded as I kept my hand moving.

  “I want to call you Chloe while I fuck you. Can I do that?”

  I nodded quickly.

  He chuckled. “I know you’d love that idea. You’re such a kinky bitch.”

  I continued to stroke him.

  “God, I’m getting close,” he said. “I want to come in your mouth and pretend it’s her. Okay?”

  I nodded, realizing my identity was about to be revealed. But from what he’d just said, I knew I had nothing to worry about. Even so, my heart rate picked up.

  He pulled away from me, and placed his cock under the spray, washing off the slick lather. Then he turned to me with a smile on his face.

  His smile disappeared as his eyes focused on me, and for a brief moment, he stared in confusion.

  I smiled up at him. “Hi, Eric,”

  Chapter 10

  Eric blinked a few times.

  “Chloe?”

  I kept smiling. “I’d love you to call me Chloe while you’re fucking me.”

  He was still in a daze. “How…?
Why…?”

  I reached out and took his cock in my hand. “We both want this. No one will ever know.”

  He didn’t complain, so I resumed stroking him, watching his face as tics of pleasure appeared.

  “Uhhh,” he groaned.

  “That’s it, I just want to make you feel good.”

  He breathed deep, watching my eyes the whole time. “I can’t believe this.”

  “Neither can I. Maybe it’s just a dream.”

  “No dream has ever felt this good.”

  “Your cock is so hard.”

  “I’m getting close.”

  I dropped to my knees in the tub, placing my face directly in front of his crotch. Keeping my hand around the base of the shaft, I angled his cock down until the fat knob was almost touching my lips.

  “Oh fuck,” he panted as I began licking him, dancing my tongue over the stretched-tight skin of his swollen cockhead. I realized that cocks don’t age, because the one in front of me looked exactly like the one I’d seen in the movie.

  His cock-slit was already drooling pre-cum, and I hungrily licked away the slick, salty fluid. At the same time I jacked his dick with my hand, causing more of the viscous honey to appear at the tip.

  He groaned again when I slid my lips over the bulbous knob, locking them just past the prominent raised ridge. I kept my tongue moving on the sensitive underside, driving his pleasure even higher.

  “Oh yeah,” he grunted, and moved one hand to my head, taking a fistful of my hair. I moaned from the subtle pain, which sent a wave of pleasure throbbing through my cunt. I liked men who took control during sex, and it seemed like my grandfather was one of them.

  He held me in place as he flexed his hips and slid his cock deeper. I felt the veiny underside slide over my tongue as the engorged head tickled the back of my throat. Most guys my age would’ve made the mistake of going too deep and causing me to gag, but my grandfather’s experience told him exactly when to stop.

  Then he began fucking my mouth, sliding his thick cock in and out between my stretched lips. I moved my hands around his hips and gripped his muscular ass cheeks with both hands, urging him to continue.

  He began to grunt in time with his strokes, and I’d been with enough guys to know what that meant – he was about to blast his load into my mouth.

  Another wave of strangeness washed over me. My grandfather was about to come in my mouth. Not only that, the same cock that I’d witnessed in that movie, was about to flood my mouth with cum. How weird was that?

  His hands tightened in my hair, and his strokes became more forceful. I moved one hand to the middle of his shaft, gripping it tightly and preventing him from going too deep. The other I kept on his asscheek, squeezing the muscle in time with his thrusts.

  “Uh, uh, uhh,” he groaned, then a powerful shudder rippled through him, and he moaned loudly as his cock pulsed in my mouth. A split-second later a hot jet of cum erupted against the back of my throat. I instinctively began to swallow, taking the warm cream down to my stomach.

  His throbbing erection continued to jerk and spurt, filling my mouth with his frothy seed. I did my best to keep up, my throat working to corral the spewing jizz. He grunted and groaned and tightened his hands painfully in my hair, but it was the good kind of pain.

  It went on and on, and while I knew it was less, his balls seemed to pump at least a quart of semen into my willing mouth. I kept my lips tight around his twitching shaft, feeling the pulses of each spurt against my tongue as it rocketed towards the tip.

  And then it was over, as the torrent abated to one last oozing spurt, and his body relaxed. His fists let go of my hair and his fingers began to caress me, combing through the tresses. His erection began to soften, but I held him in my mouth for a few more moments before sliding my lips from the cum-covered shaft. Then I stood and faced him.

  He was still taking deep breaths, but he stared down at me with a mixture of contentment and admiration. I smiled.

  “That was incredible,” he said.

  My grin widened. “I can’t believe that just happened.”

  “Me neither. But I’m glad it did. I’ve always thought you were beautiful, but I never thought anything like this was possible.”

  “Until about fifteen minutes ago, neither did I.”

  He reached behind him and turned the water off, then turned back to face me.

  “Let’s move this to the bed,” he said. “I need to return the favor.”

  Chapter 11

  I grinned and slid open the glass door, then stepped out onto the bath mat. Eric joined me, and I felt myself being lifted in his strong arms. With one arm under my legs, and the other under my back, he carried me from the bathroom into his bedroom, then leaned over and placed me in the middle of the bed, both of us still soaking wet from the shower.

  His cock was hanging down in a lazy droop as he knelt up onto the bed with me. As he moved between my legs, I let my thighs fall open, showing him my completely smooth pussy.

  He lay on his stomach, his face hovering over my exposed cunt. His eyes gazed hungrily at it, causing it to pulse with desire.

  “Nothing more beautiful than a teenage pussy,” he said, causing me to smile. “And I love them hairless. Much easier for eating.”

  I giggled softly, but it was cut off as he dipped his head and licked up through my slit.

  “Oooh,” I breathed.

  At the top, he ran the tip of his tongue between the folds, finding my clit and then swirling gently over it. I groaned from the sudden pleasure, but then he was gone, starting over at the bottom and licking upward again, parting my inner labia. He repeated his actions with my clit, doing this several times before finally sucking the tiny nub between his lips and flicking his tongue over the bundle of nerves.

  “Oh god,” I grunted, and dug my heels into the mattress, using them as leverage to press my spread cunt up against his mouth, encouraging him to continue. He took the opportunity to slide his hands under my butt, cupping my asscheeks in his grasp and holding me to him, like a thirsty man lapping water from a bowl.

  “Yessss,” I hissed, and moved my hands to his head, copying his actions by grabbing his hair. I hunched my hips against his face, grinding my clit against his feasting mouth.

  His lips and tongue made a soft wet sound as he licked and sucked at my core. His tongue seemed to be everywhere, flicking at my clit one second and then burrowing into my tight hole the next. I’d been eaten out by guys my own age, but up until now I hadn’t realized how inept they’d been at it. Eric was like a master artist, painting pleasure on the canvas of my body with his tongue.

  I could feel the tension coalescing deep in my loins, tightening and twisting in that familiar knot, preparing for release. I tightened my grip on his hair and jerked my hips, lashing my drooling cunt against his wonderful mouth. He responded by moving one hand from my ass and holding two fingers together before moving them to my entrance and pressing them into me.

  “Uhhhh!” I groaned loudly as his digits stretched out my inner walls. He pushed deep, all the while keeping his tongue moving over the swollen pearl of my clit. I felt my climax rushing at me.

  Then he did something no one had ever done to me before. His long fingers curled inside of me, forming a hook as his fingertips pressed against a spot at the top of my tight channel.

  Oh my god. It felt like nothing I’d ever felt before. Combined with his tongue and the way his fingers were stretching me out, I was powerless to stop my climax from exploding.

  “Uhhhhggggg!” I cried out, my body convulsing in a powerful spasm. The pleasure hit me like a tidal wave, sending my mind spinning as I babbled incoherently.

  His tongue kept moving and his fingers kept pressing against that spot as my body bucked and thrashed, accompanied by loud grunts and moans as I lost control, nothing else mattering except for the ecstasy he was giving me.

  My cunt squeezed his fingers in powerful contractions, and I could feel my copious juices oozing out
to run down the crack of my ass. My hips jerked and rolled, fucking his face with my pussy.

  It went on and on, the waves of bliss crashing over me. Then finally it was over, and I collapsed back onto the bed, breathing in deep lungfuls of air with my eyes closed. Eric kept his fingers inside of me but stopped pressing that spot, and switched from licking my clit to gently kissing the smooth skin of my pussy mound. My body twitched from orgasmic aftershocks.

  I was too spent to move, lying there like a rag doll as my grandfather tenderly caressed me. I groaned softly when he slid his fingers from my wet slit and moved up beside me, lying on his side facing me. I felt his eyes on my body. A minute or two went by as I recuperated.

  “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, breaking the silence.

  I smiled but kept my eyes closed. “What the fuck was that?”

  He chuckled. “What?”

  “That thing you did with your fingers.”

  He laughed softly again. “What? Are you saying no one’s ever touched your G-spot before?”

  “G-spot?”

  “It was a big thing in the 70s. Everyone was doing it.”

  “Oh god, I was born a few decades too late.”

  He laughed. “You would’ve fit in perfectly.”

  I rolled to face him and opened my eyes. “Would you have fucked me back then?”

  “Definitely. I would’ve fucked you all day.”

  “Mmm, that sounds like fun. Maybe we could’ve made our own porn movie together.”

  He chuckled. “What would we call it?”

  “Chain Gang 2: Chloe Fucks Eric.”

  “I like it. Very descriptive.”

  I reached down between us and took his cock in my hand. To my surprise, it was almost completely hard again.

  “Nice,” I said. “I thought older guys needed more time.”

  “Maybe some do. I don’t. Especially when I’m with a beautiful girl like you.”

  “So you don’t take Viagra or something like that?”

  He smiled. “Of course not.”

  “I hear a lot of guys your age do.”