Exploring My Grandma’s Asshole

Story Excerpt

Hayloft Heat

The hayloft smells like dusty straw and old wood, mixed with the sharp tang of our sweat. The lantern flickers in the corner, throwing our shadows across the wooden walls, and I’m behind gramma Marla, my hands digging into her bony hips. She’s kneeling on a pile of hay, her old flannel skirt shoved up around her waist, no panties, just bare skin. Her gray hair’s a wild mess, sticking to her neck, and she’s panting, growling at me to keep going. My cock’s halfway buried in her ass, and I’m shaking as I push in slow, inch by inch, feeling like I’m gonna lose it right here.

“Harder, Ethan, don’t you dare stop!” she rasps, her voice rough like gravel, pushing her hips back against me.

Her asshole’s so fucking tight, gripping me like a hot, slick sleeve. It’s nothing like I’ve ever felt, not in the few clumsy handjobs or quick fucks I’ve had. It’s almost too much, the pressure making my dick throb, every little movement sending a jolt straight through my balls. I rubbed spit on myself before starting, but it’s still a fight to get deeper, and the friction’s got my thighs trembling. Her ass cheeks are loose with age, sagging a bit, but firm enough from years of hauling shit around this ranch. The heat of her against me, the way she clenches, it’s got me sweating hard, dripping down my back, my heart slamming in my chest.

“Fuck, Marla, this is so messed up,” I mutter, my voice cracking. I can’t even look at her face, can’t think about who she is. My grandma. Christ, what the hell am I doing? My stomach churns, part of me wanting to yank out and bolt down the ladder, puke in the dirt outside. But I’m 19, always fucking horny, and my cock’s harder than it’s ever been. I’ve jerked off to anal porn a hundred times, always wondering what it’d be like, and now I’m here, doing it for real, with her. Every time I think about stopping, she squeezes her ass around me, and my brain just shuts off, nothing but the need to thrust harder.

“Ain’t nothing wrong with needin’ somethin’,” she snaps back, her tone sharp even through her grunts. “Keep goin’, boy. I’ve waited too damn long for this.”

Her words hit me like a punch, but they also make my dick twitch. She’s so fucking desperate, moaning low and dirty as I slide in another inch. The hay scratches at my knees, sticking to my skin, and I can hear every wet, slick sound as I move, every ragged breath we’re both taking. My hands tighten on her hips, fingers digging into her weathered skin, and I’m fighting not to blow right now. It feels so good, so wrong, and I hate that I’m getting off on it.

“You feel that? How tight I am back there?” she groans, twisting her head a bit, not looking at me but making sure I hear her. “Nobody’s fucked me like this in years. Don’t you stop now.”

Her voice is pure lust, and it’s screwing with my head even more. I bite my lip, tasting sweat, trying to focus on not losing control. My whole body’s on fire, my balls aching, ready to burst, but I’m holding back, dragging it out, even if every thrust makes me feel dirtier. I’m in deep now, deeper than I thought I could go, and the way she’s taking it, begging for more, it’s got me hooked even as I’m hating myself.