[Note to Readers: This is not a story with quick short sex scenes, so if that is your goal, it might not suit you. The reason it is long though is because of very detailed sex scenes, as well as an attempt to explore the mind of an inexperienced eighteen year old girl-that part is even more invented than the rest of the story]
"Grandpa, wake up."
Sally felt especially nervous. It was the 13th day that Sally had been sent to wake up her grandfather, which had started Sally's sexual education. The eighteen year old was superstitious, like most of the students at the Lost Salem Bible School for Girls, and for that matter, most adherents of her congregation, the Church of Lot's Daughters.
So the 13th morning was bound to be unlucky, and to make it worse, today Sally's Mom had not sent her up to wake Mom's father, who lived with them. He had been the patriarch that Sally's Mom had employed to have initiate her daughter, just as Mom had been taught about sex by him at age eighteen, though Grandma Edna had been alive then, and spry enough to participate.
Edna had passed away a few months earlier, but not before Sally had enjoyed the mysterious noises filtering through the shared wall between her bedroom and her grandparents. She had enjoyed learning about what caused those joyous sounds even more.
Except this morning, Sally was sent up to wake not that Grandpa, but rather her Dad's Father, who was much sterner. The long time widower was a deacon at the Pillars of Salt Cathedral, a more established and even more conservative church than Lot's Daughters. Sally barely knew this grandfather, who she saw only at Christmas and Easter each year. There had been some sort of split with him before Sally could remember, and she had come to understand that he only kept up nominal contact because Sally was his only grandchild.
Sally's classmates, Beatrice and Esther, had still slept over in spite of his unexpected arrival. Esther's parents were away at their seed convention a few more days, and Sally's parents thought that sending Beatrice home before Esther would be unfair. Sally had smirked when they had announced that, realizing that the real reason probably had a lot to do with her parents' desires to share more sexual adventures with her voluptuous brunette guest, who seemed willing to try anything with enthusiasm, and offered a pleasant contrast with Sally's own lithe blonde athletic body.
The girls had decamped from Sally's bedroom to a makeshift set up in the attic to accommodate Dad's father. Well before his arrival, Sally had sent her guests back down to her room for a sound check. She experienced unexpected pangs of jealousy when Beatrice reported that Esther had spanked her, and then they had fingered each other to orgasms. Sally imagined Esther moaning and Beatrice groaning but this was buffered by the knowledge that since Sally had heard nothing, the trio could indulge in a full range of sex play while the elder visitor slept below. They would not however be able to sneak into Mom's Dad's room to play at night.
To make up for that, all three young women, alone and in combinations, had spent extra time visiting that Grandpa as he sat in the sun room during the afternoon before Dad's father arrived. Sally's Mom had joined in the fun.
It had begun with Sally sliding into the sun room, noticing that Grandpa's eyes were closed.
"Grandpa, wake up," she had said softly, and then giggled. She quickly had dropped to her knees by his chair, brushing his newspaper off his lap. She could see that his cock was already half swollen within his pants.
"He must be having sweet dreams," she had said to the room.
Sally had been so busy carefully undoing her grandfather's zipper that she had failed to notice that her two guests, Beatrice and Esther, also slipped into the room to watch. They stayed quiet as she gently nudged his manhood, allowing it to pop up and out of his fly on its own, the hardness increasing by the second.
The two other youngsters had managed to remain quiet as they admired the practiced ease with which Sally had then slowly closed her fist around her Grandpa's shaft and started to pump it. The slit on the tip had started to gape open, and Sally had lowered her head, her tongue flicking out to capture the first bead of moisture.
"Grandpa, wake up," she had tried again, her breath still washing over the throbbing organ in her fist. Not that she had really wanted him to wake up at just that moment. It was just part of the ritual.
No such ritual existed with her Dad's father. Though she barely knew him, Sally understood that he was a much more stern patriarch than her Mom's father. Despite this, instead of assuming that he would disown Sally if she woke him up with a handjob, she giggled, wondering if that was how he would really react, if he discovered her palm around his already erect member. Sally knew that even though she was new to sex, she already was becoming expert at handjobs.
That brought her mind back to the afternoon sex the day before. Sally had bobbed up and down on her Grandpa's tasty treat just a few times before her guests fell to their knees on either side of her. Being a good hostess, she had offered each of them a taste.
Grandpa had started moaning as Beatrice's lush lips encircled his helmet and ever so slowly sank down his shaft to his root, and then rose again to the tip, where she paused to tickle his balls and tease his slit with her teeth.
Esther had anxiously nudged Beatrice aside then. Grandpa started to groan and held Esther's long mane in both hands as she had practiced her oral skills, carefully wrapping her tongue around his girth, licking all along and around.
That noise had attracted Sally's Mom, as evidenced by the familiar voice saying "Grandpa, wake up" from the doorway behind the trio of teen tramps in training.
"I want to watch Esther taking your cock up her ass," Mom had continued as she stepped closer.
"B...bu...bu...but it's so long," Esther had interrupted her activity to protest.
"But it isn't as fat as my Dad's, so it should be easier to fit in your ass," Sally had encouraged. "Beatrice will lick your cunny while you do it. That should make it easier."
Esther's eyes went wide, not quite believing Sally's encouragement, but, as she had throughout the sleepover, she complied. To her pleasant surprise, the feeling of Beatrice licking her gash had distracted her nicely from the moment when her anal ring was penetrated. Esther had then discovered that Grandpa's cock fit her colon completely--- filling the space, stretching it slightly, but with almost no pain, just a huge sense of fullness like she had to empty her bowel. Instead of pressing to expel it however, her muscles instinctively started to milk the meat.
Sally and her Mom had helped out by suckling Esther's tiny titties. The advantage of such a flat chest was that the women did not need to even cup the mounds to guide the nipples to their respective lips. That had allowed them to focus on toying with the nubbins with tongues and teeth. The different styles had confused Esther briefly, but she had just sighed and rode the waves of pleasure that all the varied stimuli were sending through her body. She had desperately wanted to hold on and feel her bowel flooded by Grandpa's great gobs of goo, but that was not going to happen just then. Before Grandpa climaxed, Esther had experienced the greatest orgasm of her young and admittedly inexperienced existence. It had felt like she imagined it would be like to be standing astride a fault line as an earthquake shook.
Esther had been about to collapse back onto Grandpa's chest when Sally and her Mom both reached around to support her back. They had continued to lap at her nipples, gradually slowing their pace as the shock waves had ceased. Beatrice however had stopped licking Esther's cunny, sliding back to grin up at Esther, displaying a chin coated in Esther's excretions.
