Gentle Voices

Over time, Mike taught Caitlyn to fly fish and they traveled to West Yellowstone, Alaska and other places to fish. Mary's mother would drop her off at Mike's and Mike and Caitlyn would gladly baby sit her.

Mike's smile and glint in his eyes slowly returned. The demons and screams went away. One day, they were shopping and stopped in a music store. Mike surprised everyone when he picked up a guitar and started playing. He was rusty, but there was no doubt that he knew how to play. He brought the guitar home with him.

One day, Caitlyn was working in the kitchen and Mike was working in the shop. He came in, washed his hands, picked her up, sat her on the counter, pulled her pants off, ripped her underwear off, and proceeded to fuck her hard. Caitlyn came repeatedly and claimed that it was the best sex she had ever had. Sometimes she would visit him in the shop, strip and demand that he service her, which he was only too willing to do.

As Mary grew older, she spent more time with Grandma Caitlyn and Mike. He taught her to fly cast, ty flies, play the guitar and use his tools. At times the three of them were inseparable. Mary and her friends would stop by to visit Mike and tell him all their secrets about boys, kids at school, parties and all the things that young girls are concerned about. He would smile, listen, laugh, and enjoy their time with him.

As Caitlyn and Mike aged, they would spend more and more time walking and talking. They often would go to the ocean and walk the beach, listening to the waves, sometimes taking their shoes off and wade in the water. One night, they went to the beach at 2:00 in the morning with a blanket and had sex on the beach. Caitlyn rode Mike's big cock and he mauled her tits with his big, calloused hands. She had a huge orgasm and he filled her pussy with his cum.

Mary graduated from high school and Mike and Caitlyn sat in the audience and were just as proud as her parents were. She would be going to college that fall to study fine arts with a focus on wood working and carving. Mike gave her a set of the best carving tools money could buy.

Mike and Caitlyn continued to have sex, but as they aged, it was not quite as frequent or as energetic. Now when they walked and talked it was about aches and pains, doctor appointments and her family. Only occasionally did his family enter the discussion. Mary would come home from college for holidays or the occasional weekend and rush over to see Grandma Caitlyn and Mike. At Christmas of her senior year, she brought home a guy. She couldn't wait to introduce Grandma Caitlyn and Mike to Tom. Both Mike and Caitlyn approved.

After her graduation from college she got a job at a local furniture store repairing furniture. She spent her free time in Mike's shop and started designing her own line of furniture and making it. Mike helped, but he was hobbled by arthritis so was only able to talk her thru problems instead of showing her.

One Saturday, both Mary and her mother went over to Mike and Caitlyn's house. There was no activity. Mary used her key to open the house and they found them in bed, naked and in each others arms. Both had died during the night. Caitlyn was curled up to Mike with her arm across his chest, her face buried in his neck, her leg across his cock, and a smile on her face. Mike's face was buried in Caitlyn's hair, his arm down her back and his big hand on her bare ass. He was smiling too. He was 95, she was 94.

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Hi, I'm Mary, yes the Mary in the story above. I wrote the above in tribute to Grandma Caitlyn and Mike. How do I know that all that happened? As with most stories there is the rest of the story. After their deaths, I inherited Mike's house. Going thru the closets to clean everything out prior to my moving in, I found a shelf in the back of the closet in the master bedroom. A row of leather bound journals were lined up there. Apparently Grandma Caitlyn started writing a very detailed journal after meeting Mike that day on his front steps. Nothing is recorded about why she started the journal that day, it simply begins on that date and describes the events of that day. There is an entry for every day after that, including the evening they passed away. During my time growing up with them, I never heard her swear or use the F word. There was never anything obviously sexual with them other than an occasional touch on the bottom or a little groping. So I was really surprised when I read her diaries.

It took me almost a whole month to get thru all the journals. Some entries were funny, others sexy, and still others were down right hot. For example:

"Mar 22. Woke up this morning with MIke's cock pressing against my ass. I like waking up with that feeling. The sun was shining through the window and on our bed. I decided to give Mike a morning blow job, so thru off the blankets and there was his magnificent cock bathed in sunlight. It was beautiful. I turned around to put him in my mouth, but just continued to look at it and admire it. What a beast whose purpose is to provide pleasure. The veins that wrapped around it pumping blood to that muscle was amazing. I wrapped my hand around it and it jumped like a wild animal ready for flight or fight. I leaned forward and used it to brush across my nipples. They turned hard as well. I turned and looked at Mike and he had both hands behind his head watching me with a goofy smile on his face. He asked me if I was going to play with it or fuck it. I said yes! I wiggled it, then brought it to my face and rubbed the head against my cheeks, my nose, my lips and finally my tongue. I watched Mikes face as I did this. His eyes and mine never broke contact. Mike groaned and his cock twitched. I love that sound. I then stroked it as I lay that spongey head on my tongue and wondered how something could be so hard and so soft at the same time. I watched as my hand moved up over the head and across his pee hole and stopped as my fingers gently played with the head and some precum. Mike was still groaning. The head was dark purple, almost like it was angry, his balls were tight against his ass. As my hand went down his cock, it continued across his balls. How I love the feeling of those balls and a hard cock. Damn, my juices were running down my legs. Finally I put the head in my mouth and ran my tongue all around and across the head of that cock. Mike groaned even more. I continued to slowly stroke my hand up and down the length of the mighty beast. I could tell Mike wanted me to speed up, but I was determined to enjoy playing with his cock. I could tell Mike was getting close by the sound of his groans and the way he was starting to pump his cock in my mouth. When I thought he was about ready, I stopped, pulled my hands and mouth away and just watched as he pumped air and the beautiful thing twitched and jerked. Then Mike swatted my ass and said finish it. I looked at him with my best devilish smile and said, "When I'm ready!" He just groaned. I know he wanted to reach down and finish himself off. I slid around and straddled his legs and pressed his cock against my belly and clit. Fuck, I almost came! I held his cock there and started to rise and fall as his cock rubbed my clit and my clit rubbed his cock. Now we were both moaning. After a few minutes I rose up, aligned his cock with my pussy and as slowly as I could, I settled down on his fuck stick. (As I write this, I'm wondering how many names there are for a cock.) As I bottomed out, I just sat there enjoying the sensations of a big cock in a tight pussy. Damn, it felt so good. Mike started to pump up into me and I made to pull off. Not yet Mike! I settled back down and began a slow pumping action. I slowly pulled up as high as I could without him coming out of me, then I slammed back down the full length of his cock. He moaned, I moaned and then he was pawing my tits. Those big, rough, callused hands were doing all kinds of wondrous things to my tits and nipples. He wasn't being gentle but it felt amazing. I could feel my orgasm starting to build, I tried to slow down, but Mike was having none of that. He was pumping that big cock into my pussy, mawing my tits and getting ready to erupt in my pussy. Fuck, I was really feeling good. Now I wanted it as bad as Mike. We were like a well oiled machine and suddenly there was this magnificent explosion as I came and Mike came. We both yelled FUCK at the top of our lungs, but Mike didn't slow down. He kept going, he must have spurted 6 or 8 times and yet he was still going. Suddenly, he had his thumb on my clit and was rubbing me hard. Between my clit, his pinching of my tits and nipples and his cock continuing to pound my pussy I started having more orgasms. Then we both collapsed with shear exhaustion. As we lay there catching our breath, he pulled me into a 69 position. I started cleaning his cock and oh my fucking god, he started cleaning my pussy by licking and fingering and squeezing his cum into his mouth. I came again! He had never done that before. Oh yah, my Mike is a very special man!!! After a few more minutes, he swatted my ass and said I'm hungry, lets fix breakfast.

"Mar. 23. Mike and I fucked again today. That man's cock is huge and fills my pussy like it has never been filled before. And when he comes, it's with such force, it almost throws me off his cock. I have to really hang on tight. When it's over, I always clean off his cock. We taste fucking great together. I love our mixed juices. Then I remembered yesterday, I must be a slut. LOL"

"Mar. 24 I'm going to get Mike hard today and measure that cock. He'll probably be pissed or something and won't want me to do it, but today is the day! ..............I did it. He didn't want me to, but after I got him good and hard, I stopped and told him if he wanted to finish, he had to let me measure his cock. Boy, was I right. The fucking thing is 8 1/2 inches long and 2 inches in diameter. No wonder it fills my pussy. After measuring it, I climbed back on in reverse cowgirl and pounded away. I had 6 orgasms, helped along with Mike threatening to stick his finger in my back door. That teasing drove me crazy. I wonder what it would be like if he did stuck his finger in my ass. I know his cock would never fit. Hmmmmm. Guess I really am a slut."

And another example:

"Aug 3. I was really horny today, so I went out to the shop to have sex with Mike. I pulled off my dress and demanded he eat me and fuck me. It felt so good I was yelling every four letter word I could think of. I even used the 'C' word several times which surprised Mike because he knows how much I hate that word, but I was so worked up, I kept using it. It was a great time. Mike sure knows how to keep me happy. What a slut I am!"

They also seemed to have a kinky side to them. This entry was from their first fall living together and covers several days.

"Sept. 14. Yesterday, I woke up and heard rain on the windows. I knew it was going to be a cold, dreary day, so I decided to give Mike a long slow hand job to wake him up. While I was stroking his cock, he shoved a couple of fingers in my pussy. Damn, that feels good. When I sensed he was ready to cum, I leaned over him and he sprayed his spunk all over my tits. I then proceeded to rub it in with the tip of his cock. When I finished, he pulled his fingers out of my pussy without letting me cum. I looked at him funny and all he said was.....later.

When I got out of bed to shower, Mike said, "No shower, I'll start a fire and we'll stay naked all day. Every time I get hard you're to give me a hand job and I'm going to cum on you, your face, hair, back, ass, legs, pussy and on your tits. I will finger your pussy each time but I will not let you cum." I just looked at him with my mouth hanging open and thought oh my gosh, he has a kinky side! I said OK and gave him a kiss. By the end of the day, I was covered in his spunk. It had dried in my hair, on my face, my tits and everywhere else. After he had sprayed me for the 12th time, not much spunk was left in him. He picked me up like a baby and carried me into the shower where he proceeded to wash me. I didn't know that those big rough hands could be so gentle as he washed my hair, tits, face, back, legs and even between my toes. When he got to my pussy, he washed me and then fingered me to one huge cum. He held me as I shook and spasmed. When the water started to cool off, he turned it off, toweled us both dry, and carried me to bed. I was asleep before he had the lights off.

Today, I was working in the yard when my neighbor stopped over and said, "Caitlyn, did I really see you and Mike walking around the house naked yesterday?"

"Ah...er..yes. Guess we should have closed the drapes and blinds. Sorry if you were upset with us."

"No, no, it just was so out of character for you guys, although I've seen you enjoying each other in the shop a couple of times. Is everything all right?"

"Ya, everything's all right. It was a lousy day and Mike decided to live out one of his fantasies I guess. It was fun."

"Ya, I have some fantasies too. Maybe I'll have to work on my husband with some of mine. Gotta run see you soon."

I thought to myself, well that was a strange conversation.

Sept 15. It was another spectacular fall day I ran some errands and did some cleaning. I was outside and walked around the corner of the house towards my neighbors house and stopped and stared. There was my neighbor, naked with her hands high on the window frame. Her tits were swinging, her eyes closed and she was screaming HARDER, FUCKING HARDER. Behind her was her husband also naked and just pounding the shit out of her. He saw me watching, smiled and gave me a thumbs up sign. Guess they were acting out a fantasy too. I watched them till they finished and walked as fast as I could back to the shop to find Mike. I was on fire!

"Mike, Mike, I just watched the neighbors fucking right in the window. Quick, I need you to fuck me. Hurry. I started to pull my dress up when he stepped behind me and asked what position was she in? I showed him and he simply said hold it. The next thing I felt was the edge of a cold hard metal on my neck. I turned and looked over my shoulder and Mike was holding this huge knife. He just looked at me and smiled. "Don't move if you don't want to get hurt." He took the knife and started to cut my dress open. "MIKE, what the fuck. You're ruining a perfectly good dress."

"Shut up woman, or you'll get cut."

By that time, the dress was cut top to bottom. He lifted one hand at a time and slid the dress off my arms. Next he cut my bra and threw it to the floor. He didn't bother with the knife for my panties, he just tore them off. As he stepped back to drop his pants, I realized how wet I was and how much this was like a scene in a book I had been reading and rereading. I liked it so much that I had highlighted it. Then my juices started dripping on the floor. Mike stepped up behind me and just rammed his cock in me. I heard myself yelling HARDER, FUCKING HARDER! He pounded me to a pile of mush. I have no idea how many times I came or if it was just a long continuous one. When he had finished, he picked me up like a baby, gave me a loving kiss and carried me into the house. As he picked me up, I looked at the knife, it was a just 3 inch piece of wood.

"You shouldn't read the same book with a highlighted scene so much."

Yup we all have our fantasies."

There was an entry from when I was about 10. It read:

"Sept. 9. Mary stopped by today. She was very confused. Apparently, she saw her mom and dad having sex last night and thought he was trying to hurt her mom. She said that they were both naked and her dad was bouncing on her mom. Her mom was saying harder, harder, harder. I explained that's one way adults show their love for each other. Mary thought that was strange. After Mary left, I told Mike and we had a good laugh together. Later, I kept telling him harder too."

I had never really thought of Grandma Caitlyn and Mike having sex, but the journals introduced me to a side of them I really never saw or suspected. Another entry:

"Oct 19. This morning was dark, cold and raining. Supposed to rain all day. I decided we were going to stay naked in bed all day and I was going to see how long I could keep Mike hard. I crawled under the blankets and started sucking his cock. I wish I was taller so he could eat my pussy at the same time, but the differences in our height make that very difficult, so I suck his cock and then sit on his face and he eats my pussy! When he does eat me, he also plays with the cheeks of my ass. Those big hands of his sure know what they're doing. They get me going real good. When I come, I damn near drown the man, but when I clean him up, it taste real good. I lost track of time and don't know how long he was hard. When we finally finished, we both needed a nap!"

Using the journals, I pieced together the story. By this time, Tom and I were spending a lot of time together and we were planning to live together. Tom is a Mechanical Engineer and has a lot of the same qualities as Mike. He can figure anything out, fix it, build it, or do what ever needs doing. He's not as big as Mike was, but at 6-2 and 200 pounds, he holds his own. I'm like Grandma Caitlyn at 5-0 and 90 pounds. Tom and I would lay in bed at night and I would read some of the journal entries to him. He'd get hard and we'd fuck for hours, or so it seemed.

I thought that as they aged, the sex would stop. It didn't, but it did slow down some. Here's an entry:

"July 4. It's hard to believe that we still have sex. We're in our mid 70's now and I still love to fuck my Big Mike. He's still able to get it up and today I had planned on celebrating with a good fucking. It'd been a whole week and I was really getting horny. I intended to surprise him later today, but instead, he surprised me. After breakfast, as I was loading the dish washer, he came up behind me and rubbed a very hard cock against my ass. When I stood up, he reached under my blouse and rubbed my nipples. Those hands are still strong, callused, and scarred, but they get my nipples harder than anything, even his tongue. With his hands on my nipples and tits, I was in heaven. My pussy got wet, something that doesn't happen very often any more. All I could do was moan in pleasure. A few minutes of that glory and he picked me up (I didn't know he could still do that) placed me on the table, pulled my pants and panties off, pulled up a chair, sat down and started licking my clit as his fingers found my sopping pussy. Oh geez was the pleasure wonderful. Those rough fingers soon found my magic spot and I was off to the stars. When he stood and pulled his pants off, his cock was as stiff as I had seen it in quite awhile and he didn't take long to bury it deep in my puss. He started driving that big ole cock in me and when he finally dumped his load in me it was like I was on a comet shooting thru the universe and all the stars were just a blur. Fuck was today a good day! Tonight when we go to bed, I'm going to give him a blow job, the best one he's ever had. I'm going to try and out do myself! I love that man!"

"July 5. I did it! I sucked his cock like I have never done before. I even got it down my throat without too much gagging. WOW I think he enjoyed it as much as I did even if it was from a wrinkly old slut like me. I didn't even want breakfast after he filled my belly with his spunk. Yaaaa."

Reading the rest of the journals, age was creeping up on them. The sex slowly dropped back to about once a week and that was if Mike could get it up or Caitlyn wasn't so dry that it hurt. One thing I noticed in the journals was after they had sex, they slept together in the same position. Caitlyn would curl up to Mike and bury her head in his neck, put an arm across his chest, and her leg over his cock. Mike would bury his head into her hair and his arm would run down her back and his hand would cup her ass. That was the position we found them in when they died.