Mr. Turner and Me

Date: 16.03.2009

Keywords: Me, and, Turner, Mr.,

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A complete work of fiction*

"The following story depicts sexual content between a teen and senior adult. If this offends you do not read it. If is illegal in your state you are fairly warned. I dedicate this to the Mr. Turner in my life. You know who you are and how much I cherish our special friendship."

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Mr. Turner never thought that such yearnings would be reawakened after so many years. After suppressing his sexual appetite since his wife of almost 50 years had no interest in sexual activity, he never imagined that his final years would be filled with such pleasure once again.

Mr. Turner's daughter asked him to take in her youngest son while she left for Europe on a teaching fellowship. Johnny was an 18-year-old senior in high school and he wanted to stay here in graduate with his friends. Although Johnny is primarily a good kid, his grandfather noticed his grades were slipping, he kept his room locked all the times and he stopped talking to his grandmother. It was then that Mr. Turner began his research into Johnny's after school activities.

One afternoon as he walked home from work, Mr. Turner passed Johnny's room window and caught a glimpse of him standing there naked. Johnny didn't notice as his grandfather peered for a closer look to find his lanky 6-4, 220 lb. grandkid sporting the hugest cock he had seen even after 30 years in the navy. Pride swelled up as he noticed that Johnny carried the family gene of endowment. His hands held a young girl's face as she licked his peach size head with her tiny mouth and tongue.

Her little hands could barely wrap around his cock as she attempted to feed her little mouth with more of his meat. Then Johnny led her hands to stroke his cock faster and harder until he unloaded multiple spurts of cum onto her teenage tongue.

Mr. Turner stepped back from the bushes and quickly ran into the garden shed to gain his composure. For the first time in years, his cock tented from his 42 inch pants. As he pulled his pants down, the back door of the house slammed shut and he slid down to hide as he watched Johnny's girlfriend sneak out. However, imagine his surprise when he realized it was not Johnny's girlfriend, but the petite 18-year-old girl from next door.

His cock dripped as she slithered through the hedges and back into her safe yard unnoticed, or so she thought.

Dizzy with fear and lust, his mind pictured her young mouth on his own cock. Throbbing from years of neglect he pulled it out for a wank. His fingers circled the precum around the head of his circumcised bulb and imagined feeding her sweet mouth with his seasoned cum. However, as president of the local VFW and CEO of the local bank, he knew he would never carry out such thoughts and began to lose his hard on. Yet she looked like she was enjoying herself.

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The next day as he hid in the garden shed, Mr. Turner waited to catch another glimpse of the teen nymph. After her bus dropped her off, she must have dropped her books down immediately because she went straight to his backdoor and knocked. It was evident that Annie came willingly to see Johnny. Annie was wearing the shortest black skirt and black sweater with shiny black high heel shoes. Johnny greeted her in only his underpants and did not take the time to close the door. Since he could only see their shadows in the kitchen, Mr. Turner grabbed the binoculars from the shelf and watched his grandson fix her an ice cream soda. Johnny's cock was already bulging as he enjoyed flaunting his manhood around the house in front of his guest.

As she sat at the kitchen table drinking her soda, Annie calmly lifted her arms to allow Johnny to pull her dress over her head. He bent over to lick her tiny nipple and she pushed him away. Mr. Turner watched Annie roll her eyes back as Johnny dipped his finger in the ice cream and spread it on her naked nipple. Her nipple instantly grew hard at the contrast of the cold ice cream melting under his flicking tongue.

Mr. Turner gasped and wondered where he learned such things...then sighed as Johnny slowly licked it off his precious angel. Her hand rubbed the back of his hair as tall red-head fed himself from her tiny nipples. Johnny then grabbed her hand and left the kitchen for his bedroom.

Mr. Turner's heart was and wanted to watch more but was fearful of getting caught by his grandson. What would Mrs. Turner think of her husband acting like such a pervert? For Johnny and Annie, well, they were kids exploring each other but Mr. Turner is a responsible gentlemen who knows better.

However, he just couldn't help himself from sneaking to Johnny's window and peeking in for a quick look. He watched Johnny hump his cock below him against the bed as he fed himself on her hairless cunt. After thirty years in the Navy and seeing his share of cocks, Mr. Turner could still not get over how long and thick this boy's tool was.

The teen boy spread her legs and pushed them against her chest to open her pussy lips a little more for his long tongue. He lapped from her bottom side up to her little protruding clit. Her pussy dripped and glistened in her juices. Yes, this young girl loved the attention, and slowly wrapped her tiny legs around his head. She wanted him deeper in her little pussy. He straightened his tongue and entered her tiny cunt and tongue fucked her over and over. The young child then bucked wildly as she reached her orgasm and Johnny then turned her over sucked her juices from behind. She shoved her ass in his face as he lapped her cum and licked her tiny pucker hole. His whole mouth devoured her ass and pussy as his little nymph came again.

Mr. Turner then realized that he was furiously stroking his own senior meat as he watched his young grandson rub his huge cock along the child's pussy. Would Johnny also slip that huge tool inside her? Johnny covered his cock head in her juices then stroked himself till he came on the girl's ass. The old man could hardly stand as his aged cock spewed built up semen for almost a decade and then fell to his knees. Mr. Turner then realized that something inside him has been unleashed.

"I have to have her. My goodness, what am I going to do?"

He couldn't stop beating his cock to another orgasm as he imagined this young pussy being split by his long pole.

He knew then there was no turning back.

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"Mr. Turner, your' wife's on line 3", announced his secretary.

"Thank you Rose."

"Hello darling. How is your day going?"

"Hi honey. I just wanted to run something by you before I said yes. The Stewarts have to drive to NY for a funeral this weekend and wanted to know if Annie could stay with us. Is that ok?" She respectfully asked.

"Well sure honey. Why would you need to ask me?" He inquired.

"Because I have to work Friday night and Johnny's going to spend the night at Brian's so they can take their SAT's early Saturday morning. I hate to impose on your guy's night out at the VFW."

Immediately his cock began to twitch as he realize he would be alone with this girl all night long. However, he didn't want to sound so eager to take the child.

"Oh I see...there's no one else to watch her? Can't she spend the night at a friend's?" he wryly asked.

"Her friend has strep throat. They already tried. I'm sorry honey. Can I make it up to you?"

"How?"

"Meatloaf Sunday?"

Meatloaf, he thought? He laughed and accepted her offer knowing that it was the best offer he was going to get from her. Besides, he couldn't wait to be alone with his vixen.

That evening in bed Mr. Turner dreamed of how this girl would taste on his tongue, he imagined how tight her pussy would be on his large cock. And wondered if he had enough cum in his old body to fill her tiny twat.

Annie looked forward to spending the night with Mr. Turner. He always spoiled her, gave her ice cream and let her watch TV until late at night. He also likes to play board games and tells her funny jokes. She was relieved that Johnny wasn't going to be there as he always made her feel like she had to do things she didn't want to do.

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"OK you two behave yourselves," as Mrs. Turner walked out the door.

"Well Missy, how about a cup of hot cocoa with lots of whipped cream?"

"Mmmm, yes please. It's cold in here."

"And since it's such a special night Annie, you get to choose whatever you want to do or watch tonight. This is your special night ok?"

"I'm the princess!!!"

"Yes you are. The lady of the house!"

"Cool like Mrs. Turner."

"Cool, first let's get into our pajamas and have a pajama party."

Mr. Turner chose a pair of pajamas with the opening in the crotch. He smiled at his new found sinister ways and stepped out into the hallway. Annie sat on the couch in a pale yellow flannel nightgown, which she was growing out of, and its length rested at her upper thighs. She handed him her brush and asked him to redo her ponytails.

He patted his hand on the couch cushion and said, "Well sit in front of me."

She sat in front of his crotch on the couch and Mr. Turner began to part her hair. Her hair smelled fresh and floral from her sweet smelling shampoo.

"Mmmmm, your hair smells good," as he leaned into her.

"That tickles my neck," as she wiggled in his crotch.

"Oh yeah? Does this?" As he sniffed her neck and tickled her underarm... she leaned back and giggled rubbing her tiny ass into his crotch.

He couldn't believe his luck already. He barely had the self-control to grab her and grind her tiny body against his hardening cock, but the whistling sound of the water was calling and it was time to have make Irish Coffee and cocoa.

He finished her last ponytail then sprung up to get the kettle.

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Annie chattered about this and that as Mr. Turner fixed their drinks.

"What are you putting in yours?" She asked.

"Oh something to make it taste better?

"Can I have some?"

"No it's for grown ups. It has alcohol in it."

"Big deal, my dad let's me drink off his beer all the time."

"I know you are growing up, honey, but I am not your dad and I could get in trouble for giving you bourbon.