Trish’s Life - Sex Stories

Trish’s Life

... anything like that. Trish is very satisfied with our sex life. I am absolutely positive I have nothing to fear," Harold said. "Why don't we go into the living room for coffee and dessert?"

In the living room, Mr. Grant sat in a lounge chair while Harold sat on the sofa. Trish brought in a tray of pie and coffee. "Trish, you must be telepathic, because I was just thinking about having some pie," said Mr. Grant. "I also just noticed how much you resemble my niece. When she was little, we used to have so much fun together. She would sit in my lap and get pony rides. Come here and sit in my lap Trish, I'll give you a pony ride, just like my niece."

Harold watched Trish eagerly sit in the lap of Mr. Grant. The old man sure was peculiar, but at least he seemed to be having a good time. All the questions about sex had certainly surprised him, but it was obvious Mr. Grant didn't understand the type of wholesome trusting relationship he and Trish had.

As soon as Trish was in his lap, Mr. Grant leaned back, pulled out his cock and lifted her up slightly to maneuver the head of it to the entrance of her cunt. All this was masked to Harold by Trish's body and the front of her dress which she carefully held down. Trish began to rock herself forward, trying to get the massive cock started up her cunt. Finally, with a forceful shove from Mr. Grant, the first four inches entered her wet pussy. "OH!" she gasped.

"What's the matter Trish? Are you okay?" asked Harold with some ...

... concern.

Trish continued rocking and working more and more of the cock up her. "Oh yes... I feel fantastic... I'm so full..." she said.

"Yes, it was a rather filling dinner," admitted Harold.

"Would the little girl like the pony to go a little faster?" asked Mr. Grant. Trish had worked in the entire length by this time.

"Oh yes... It feels like a horse... Faster, faster..." she bounced up and down on his lap. Harold thought it was all rather silly, but Trish was certainly humoring the old man by showing some enthusiasm. He would have to thank her later.

Trish felt like she was being fucked for the first time. It was incredible. She didn't care if Harold caught on. She probably wouldn't fuck him anymore anyway. She could feel her orgasm building. It would be the first orgasm she ever had during intercourse. Harold had never satisfied her.

"Full gallop, coming home," puffed Mr. Grant.

"Yeah... yes... yes... I'm cumming... I'm cumming... Here I cum... OH GOD, YES!" squealed Trish. Mr. Grant blew his hot sticky load up her as she came.

"Well, that sure looked fun," said Harold. "Can I interest anyone in more coffee?"

"Actually Harold, could you go make me some decaf?" asked Mr. Grant.

"Oh yes sir. I'll be right back," said Harold

As soon as he was out of the room, Trish lifted herself off of Mr. Grant. "Clean me off bitch," Mr. Grant told her and she dropped to knees to oblige. When she finished, he zipped up his pants. "Well cunt, my work here is ...