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Amy's GrandPa Ch. 1

By: Wyden Long



I had promised to pick Amy up at the airport, but wasn't sure I would be able to pick her out. The last time I saw her she was only twelve and girls change very quickly at that stage.

As I watched the people file off the plane, my eye (and most male eyes around me) was caught by one strikingly beautiful girl who seemed to be just bursting with youth and sexuality. Her high, proud tits were straining to be released and continue their flight to heaven and her short shorts promised delights beyond the imagination of normal men.

As I watched, trying to hide my leer and my growing erection, this delicious specimen of pulchritudity came directly to me with a huge smile on her face and grabbed me in a big hug.

"Well, at least you haven't changed much, GrandPa. You always did try to sneak peeks at me."

"But, but, but.....," I stammered, trying to reconcile this near woman with the image of the little girl in my mind. "You look so grown up," I finally blurted.

"Yeah, guess that was why you were checking me out, huh?"

I've never been one to dodge the facts when they are so indisputable. "Must have been," I admitted. "Ready? Is this all you've got."

"No, I've got lots more, believe me." I laughed. "No, I mean do you have more bags?"

"No, this is all in the bag department. Mom said I wouldn't need many clothes here for the summer."

"What else did she tell you?" I wondered.

"She said to watch out for you, that you were a horny old goat that would fuck a snake if you could keep track of the head."

"I see." (Hummnh, built like a brick shithouse and talks dirty, too.) "For some reason, we don't have many snakes around here any more. Seems to be a shortage of sheep, too."

"Oh, GrandPa, how you do go on," she punched me playfully and hurried to keep up with me as we walked to the truck.

"Yeah, but now that song has such special meaning for me."

"Which song?"

"There'll Never Be Another Ewe."

She smiled as she climbed in the pickup. So did I. I was watching her fantastic ass as she climbed up in the cab.

"Like what you see, GrandPa?"

"You've grown into a mighty fine young lady, Amy. I may have a hard time fighting the boys away from you this summer."

"Don't worry, I can take care of myself. The ones I want, you couldn't keep me away from and the ones I don't won't get anything I don't want them to have."

"Sounds like you've grown up in many ways."

"I hope so. Is it ok if I snuggle up against you while we ride? I miss my dad. He always used to let me lean against him while he drove, and put his arm around me. It made me feel so safe."

"Sure! Scoot on over here and lean your head against my chest. Take a little nap if you like. We'll be home in about half an hour."

The idea of having that hot bod pushed up against me for half an hour was really heating up my blood. When she leaned against me, the view of her hard young boobs raised my temperature some more, and when she casually draped her hand on my thigh, on top of my quickly swelling prick, I almost blew a fuse.

Let me explain a thing or two here. I'm not much for taboos. I'm 65 years old and get excited by anything that would have attracted me sexually at any age. The fact that this vision of sexuality was my granddaughter had no meaning to me. I had no plans to father children by her or anyone else, so the taboos put into place to avoid inbreeding were of no value to me. She was hot!

For that matter, so was I. It's a good thing I had changed from my shorts to some loose slacks when I headed for the airport. My dick was at it's full size, now. If I had been wearing my shorts, they would have either ripped some skin off my pride and joy, or the head would be sticking out the leg hole. As it was, I wondered if Amy would make any comment. Her hand was still resting lightly on Long John as he swelled.

Apparently, though, she was asleep or feigning sleep, so I relaxed and simply allowed the good feeling of having her hand on my prick flow over me. As I drove, I couldn't take my eyes off the view down her open shirt and had a hard time keeping the truck in the lane. Speaking of "hard times," I stayed incredibly hard for the full length of the trip. At an earlier age, I would probably have shot off several times from the sensations the movement of the truck caused her hand to send flashing through my body. However, after all these years, I have learned how to extend my enjoyment of sex for hours without reaching complete orgasm. This allows me to stay hard for as long as I like and the sensation is at least as good as shooting off.

"Wake up, Sleeping Beauty, we're here." I shook her shoulder lightly, delighting in the ripples it created in the tops of her firm titties.

"Wow! I must have dropped right off!"

Was it my imagination or did she give my cock a hard squeeze as she sat up and disengaged herself?

"There's plenty room here. You can bunk anywhere you like. I'll drop your bag in the room across from mine, but feel free to make your own choice."

"Thanks, Gramps. You don't mind if I call you Gramps, do you."

Such a sweet smile! "Honey, you can call me 'Horny Old Goat' if you like. When you call, I will answer."

"Wow, that's neat! Okay, then, you old goat, what are the rules here?"

"It's like Australian Rules football--there are no rules. Well, there is one rule, actually. We care about how our actions affect others. It's not really a rule, just a way of life. You can say anything you want to me, on any subject. I don't have any taboos that I know of."

"How about spitting on the sidewalk?" There was a twinkle in her eyes.

"Just try not to hit my feet if you don't want me to spit back."

"What about cussing? Mom really hits the ceiling if I say fuck or shit."

"No problem I say them, too. I don't like Puritan games. I believe in the old slogan-'Say what you mean and mean what you say'."

"Can I actually just say anything to you that crosses my mind, without having to worry if it will bother you?"

"Try me."

"Ok. This bra Mom made me wear is killing me. Do you mind if I take it off?"

"Does the Pope fuck the choirboys? I told you. Just make yourself comfortable. If I don't like something you do, I'll tell you. You do the same. Ok?" I couldn't wait to see those tits swinging inside her blouse without a bra, although they looked so firm, it might not make much difference.

Holy shit! The kid looks me right in the eye and peels of her blouse and spins her bra around to put the clasp in front. Of course this allowed her luscious goodies to pop right out in front of my astonished eyes.

"These damn hooks are so hard to reach in the back, so I always do it this way."

"Like I said. I'll let you know if you do something I don't like. If you're going to keep doing stuff like that, though, I can't promise not to look like a deer caught in your headlights."

" Did they call them headlights when you were young, too?"

"Sure did. Do they still do it?"

"Yep. Like 'em?"

"They are beautiful and so are you. You'll find that I don't wear many clothes around the house, either. Actually, I'm a nudist and don't like wearing clothes at all. I only dressed up to go pick you up."

"When in Rome, I always say." Her shorts hit the floor before she finished the sentence, followed quickly by her thong panties. She stood before me, a vision of naked loveliness. "Bet Mom would shit if she saw me now."

"I'm sure she would. Your mom just never allowed herself to relax and enjoy life. She seemed to be uptight from the beginning."

"Yeah. When she was warning me about you, she told me about all the times you tried to put your hand up her dress."

"Did she, now?"

"Yeah. She said if I wasn't careful, you would be trying to look up my skirt and down my blouse. Guess this takes care of that problem, huh?

"Sure does. Well, you asked for it." I whipped out of my slacks like they were on fire.

"Wow! GrandPa! What a log! Bet you've made a lot of women very happy."

"Your Grandmother seemed to like it, but it's gotten pretty rusty since she's been gone. I don't hang out in bars. I refuse to go to church just to meet women and there seems little point in going, otherwise, so I don't meet many women these days. Want a beer?"

"Sure! I think I'm going to like it around here. Mind if I lie around the pool all afternoon?"

"Just remember to use plenty lotion. The sun gets very intense at this altitude."

"Will you help me put it on?"

"Why do you think I suggested it?" We ran out to my very private back yard, delighting in the feel of the sun on our bare skin. "Lie down," I said, trying to keep my voice even, although she would be able to feel my hands shaking, I'm sure.

Amy laid down on her stomach while I squirted a generous amount of lotion on her back and began to rub it into her taught body with wide circular strokes. I didn't pussy-foot around (NPI [well maybe]), just rubbed her like I would have my wife of many years. I didn't try to make it sexy, but the mere fact that I was rubbing the nubile body of my naked granddaughter was sexy enough.

She spread her legs wide so I could get to her inner thighs more easily, and I rubbed the lotion there, too, brushing against her delicate pussy lips, just a bit. She covered any reaction she might have had by flipping over on her back. "Now do the front," she commanded.

"My pleasure!" I meant every word.

"I'll bet. If it gets too hard for you I can do it."

"No matter how hard it gets, I'll find a way to come through for you." This conversation was getting out of hand. I squeezed her golden globes a couple of times and finished her off by lightly pinching her nipples before giving her a pat on the thigh. "You're ready for anything now. If you go in the pool, just call me for a refill. If you want anything to read, there's books in the den you can check out."

"Thanks, I hate to just lie here without doing anything, but I really want a great all over tan, and this seemed like a good chance to get one."

"It may be hard to explain that to your mother when you go back."

"Mom never sees my tits. She's too uptight." She got up and sauntered into the house to pick out a book. My eyes hurt from trying to keep from missing a single detail of her body. I had neglected to mention to her that most of the books in the den were ones I had written. Most of them were descriptions of older men fucking young girls, which was a subject near to my hard--err heart.

It seemed like ages before she reappeared, carrying a handful of books. I had been idly stroking my schlong while waiting and it hung at the place it does before starting to rise. It's close to full length, but hasn't yet swelled to full thickness.

"Wow, GrandPa! If that thing gets any bigger, you're going to fall over on your face! All the books that looked interesting are by this guy Wyden Long. I never heard of him. Who is he?"

"Oh, just a guy. He lives in this area. Perhaps you will meet him sometime this summer."

"That would be neat! I never met a real author. Did you know that's what I want to be?"

"No. I know very little about you, but what I see I like."

"I can tell that by the size of your radar. Do you always get hard when you're with other nudists?"

"As a matter of fact, no. When I was first able to learn if my attraction to nudism was simply my yearning to see naked women, I was very concerned that I would be stiff as a board all the time and would be embarrassed beyond bearing. As it turns out, I guess it is this fear that has always kept my erection totally down. So much so, in fact, that I sometimes want to tell people that it really isn't as small as it looks at the time."

"It looks pretty fine to me, GrandPa. You could enter a contest."

"It wouldn't work if you weren't there to inspire me." I gave her a slap on her cute ass and half ran into the house before I threw her on the ground and fucked the shit out of her. I was going to have to beat my prick into submission if it took all day. As soon as I got to my bathroom, I beat the hell out of it and had a load of cream quicker than any I could remember for many years. It had been building up for a couple of hours and was ready to fly.

The problem was that it never completely went down. I sat at the computer the rest of the day, trying to work, but couldn't. Finally, I gave up and joined Amy at the pool. "Mind if I join you? I'm not getting much work done, so I might as well get some fresh air and work on my tan, too."

"Glad to have the company, you old goat. I've been reading your books. They're all about older men fucking young girls. Is that all you ever think about?"

"No, but it sure is a fun hobby. Want me to touch up your lotion?"

"Sure. Give me a once over lightly."

"Looks to me like somebody else enjoys reading about young girls getting fucked by older men, too," I noted with satisfaction as I touched up her swollen nipples and couldn't help noticing the moistness in her pussy hair."

"It's these stories. Whoever this Wyden Long guy is, he really knows how to pleasure a woman. I must have had ten orgasms, just reading about what the guy in the book does to these girls. Do you really think I will be able to meet him?"

"I'm sure of it. Want to do my lotion now?" I couldn't wait for her small hands to rub me all over, especially with her current state of mind and the fact that she admitted to several recent orgasms. She must be hot as a pistol.

"There's no point in doing your back. If you tried to lie on your stomach with that pole sticking out, you would break it off."

"Maybe by the time you finish putting the lotion on that pole it won't stick out so far."

"Think not?"

"Wait and see."

I closed my eyes and luxuriated in the feel of having her hands caressing me from head to toe. A few times over the years I had gone for a massage, just to have the feel of a woman's touch on my body, but they always seemed to be afraid of losing points if they gave me any kind of sensual pleasure. As a result, they didn't give very good massages, either.

On the other hand, Amy was matter-of-factly rubbing the oil into my body as I had done for her. She didn't skip or avoid any areas, just covered me with a good layer of oil, all over. When she reached my prick, which was pretty full already, she poured a generous dollop of oil in her hands and began to stroke. She circled it with both hands and very firmly and lovingly rubbed it from bottom to top, then held the end firmly in one hand while going back to oil my balls with the other. My only fear was that I would get my gun too soon and spoil the game.

However, this was not to be. Amy knew instinctively how hard she could rub my dick and for how long, before I would be on the trembling verge of orgasm. Every time I reached this point, she would sit back and oil her cunt while I calmed down a bit.

She kept me that way for what seemed like hours. When she finally stopped, I had been hard for so long, it just stayed there.

"I don't know, GrandPa. I think your dick is just going to stay hard forever." She laughed. "You'll just have to lie there like that while I read. I'll just imagine it as the one in the book I'm reading. This girl put lotion on the guy like I did to you, and he stayed hard the rest of the day. Did you read that one?"

"I read it. As I recall, the guy was in agony, wasn't he?" Sure I read it. I always read what I've written. She had played out one of my all time favorite fantasies, exactly as I had envisioned it. Speaking of deja vu'. I only hoped that she would carry through and do the rest of them.

It appeared that she was on the right track. I lay there in my sweet misery for the rest of the afternoon. Every time my prick would begin to wilt, she would lightly run a finger through her pussy lips, which would bring me right back up.

If she was going to stick to the script, I knew I would not get relief that day. She would never let me come. The point of the whole technique was to gradually increase the sensitivity of my prick until she could make me cum without anyone touching my prick. I had visualized it, I had fantasized it and I had written it, but would it work? Would it work on a senior citizen who had been masturbating so often for 15 years that the infrequent pussy I got just didn't provide enough stimulation to make me get my gun?

Whether it worked or not, this was one hell of a journey!

Needing some degree of relief, I mentioned that she should call her mother to let her know she got here ok. By this time, we had our lounges arranged in 69 fashion, side by side. This gave her a good view of my standing prick and let me watch as her dainty finger disappeared inside her cunt from time to time, just to keep me hard.

"The cell phone is on that table near you. Since you are so good at torturing people, let's see if you can carry on an intelligent conversation no matter what happens."

Her eyes lit up. Apparently, she had reached that section of the book already. She wiped her hands and picked up the cell phone as she spread her legs in anticipation.

I let her get into the conversation pretty well before starting. My oily hand began working very slowly up her thigh toward her pink lips. Her voice became a bit more animated, but she had excellent control so far. We would see what she could take.

"Has that old goat tried to put his hand up your dress, yet, Dear?"

"Not so far, Mom."

I slid my hand higher.

"Has he been hinting that you should sit on his lap?"

My fingers brushed her coral colored lips lightly.

"No, Mom. No hints." She opened her thighs even more, as if daring me to invade her pussy. "I'm working on my tan, out by the pool. GrandPa's been in the house all day, working on his computer.

I brushed a finger the length of her moist pussy, then stuck the finger in my mouth.

"I'll bet he's peeking out the window trying to get a look at your body and imagine what you would look like without your swimsuit. I know the old goat. I know how his mind works. It's a good thing I got you such a modest bathing suit. I probably never should have sent you there for the summer, but there were a lot of reasons why I needed to. Just don't let him take advantage of your innocence. Ok?" I was up to my second knuckle in her baby's cunt when she mentioned the word "innocence." It nearly made both of us break out loud with laughter. I left three fingers embedded in her tight cunt while Amy finished reassuring her mother that I was being a perfect gentleman. My thumb was rotating on her clit and she was obviously on the verge of a gigantic orgasm when she terminated the conversation very quickly and hung up the phone.

I immediately stopped my motion and pulled my fingers from her inflamed cunt with an audible sucking sound.

"Oooow!" came a petulant moan of disappointment.

"Now you see how it feels. Sweet and sour, huh?"

"Yeah, but I can tell when your plate is about to fall off the stick. How will you know mine?"

"It's all digital, honey. Just like a computer."

"Digital? You have a computer that tells you when I'm about to cum?"

"I have something better than a computer."

"But you said it was digital."

"It is. I keep a digit in you." I slipped my social finger slowly into the depths of her twat and gave her clit a little flick with my thumb.

"Oooooh. I see. Digit-al, huh?"

"Now you're learning." I traced the moisture from her leaking pussy to her asshole and tickled it with a free finger, not trying to penetrate, just stimulate.

Amy looked at me with a sparkle in her eye. "Guess you've read the book, too, huh?"

"Guess so. Let me know when you're ready to eat." The book she was reading was the one where the old guy eats his dessert out of the girl's pussy and she spreads whipping cream all over his balls before licking it off.


Amy's GrandPa Ch. 1



"I'm ready now! Can we have pizza first?"

"The number is on the wall. Decide what you want and double it. I'll start making some dessert."

Her eyes lit up at the mention of the word.

"I didn't know you could cook, GrandPa."

"There's a lot we have to learn about each other. For instance, the difference between real cream and that junk they put in a spray can."

I could see the wheels going around in her mind on the question of whether I had meant "cow cream" or "man cream," but then she remembered what the cream was to be used for and a flush spread over her body as she began to think about it. I still had my finger in her cunt as she squeezed her thighs together in anticipation. I had to pull it out quickly or she would lose her buzz.

When the doorbell rang, I told Amy to get the door.

"Should I go like this?" she asked, pointing at her naked body.

"It's your game," I told her.

She did it. She threw the door wide open in the face of the most surprised pizza delivery boy in Slobbering Aspens.

"Holy sheeeit!," Jimmy yelled. Had to give the little bastard credit. He held on to the pizza.

"What's the matter, Jimmy? Never saw a girl before?" I knew Jimmy well. I had wanted to fuck his mother for years. They lived a few houses down the street. I let Jimmy and his buddies use the pool from time to time.

"Amy is my granddaughter and we're practicing to be nudists. Would you like to join us?"

"Holy sheeeit!"

"Is that all you can say, Jimmy? Why don't you take off your clothes with us so I can see if you like me." Amy started loosening his belt. She had seen the bulge in his jeans and apparently liked what she saw.

"Oh shit. I can't! I have more deliveries to do. Can I come back later?"

"Sure. Maybe I'll still be in the mood. GrandPa said we were going to play Dominos or something."

"Oh shit," Jimmy yelled, running backwards to his truck while he tried to see Amy's body as long as possible.

"It's a good thing you were in the kitchen, GrandPa. If he had seen your boner, he might have thought it was for him."

"Maybe it was, honey. That Jimmy's a cute kid."

She looked at me as if she were trying to decide if it was worth it to find out if I was joking.

"Come on. Let's eat. Jimmy completely forget about money, so I guess it's free."

"Ummmnh. Makes it taste that much better. Let's see now. Wonder what we could do with this bread stick." I greased it liberally with butter and slid it slowly to the back of her twat as she was eating. Jimmy's family not only made the best pizza around, their bread sticks were also famous. They weren't the puny little pretzel-stick types you get at a lot of places. They were fresh-baked yeast bread shaped like baguettes and were about an inch thick. I was very careful to work it slowly into the depths of her cunt, trying not to hurt her. They were still warm from the oven, but just cool enough to feel good.

When it was fully inserted, I asked. "Everybody around here swears by Mozzarella's bread sticks. Like them?"

"I think they're fabulous, GranPa. Aren't you hungry?"

"As a matter of fact, I am. I think their bread sticks are fabulous." I dropped to my knees and began chewing on the end that was sticking out of my granddaughter's pussy. The resulting action inside her cunt must have been enjoyable, because she bucked and heaved like she was riding a wild pony as I ate.

"Ooooh. I think they are fabulous, too, GrandPa. How many can you eat?"

"Since Jimmy only brought two, I'd say the limit is around two. But remember, we have to save room for dessert, don't we?"

Her eyes shone even more brightly. "I love you, GrandPa."

"Love you, too, Kitten." I went back to work on the breadstick before it got cold. When all the excess bread was gone, I had to pull the rest out with my teeth, a bite at a time. I'm afraid my nose may have brushed against her clit from time to time, because she did buck and heave quite a bit, there.

My prick was still painfully extended. It seemed to have locked into erect position. "Are we ready for dessert, now?" I asked when the last of the bread sticks were gone.

"I can't wait another minute, GrandPa."

"We have fresh cherries from my tree and cream that was stolen from a calf this morning. Sit on the table and lean back. I've heard this is where cherries come from. I'm going to put a few back."

Amy eagerly climbed on the table and spread her legs wide. The lips of her pussy were so puffy and flushed, they looked like she had a rash. She held her pussy wide for me as I dipped each cherry in fresh cream and nudged it deep into her cunt.

"I think it's full, GrandPa," she squirmed uncomfortably. 

"Just a couple more," I told her. What I didn't tell her was that the last two were going up her ass.

"Oooooh! You didn't tell me that!"

"Maybe life isn't always like a story book."

"Maybe it's better." She relaxed and let me push the last two up her bunghole.

I put my face in her pussy and nudged her clit with my nose until she squeezed out a cherry. "Thanks for giving me your cherry."

"No problem," she smiled. "I've got lots of them."

Taking another deviation from the book, I ate half the cherry and put my lips against hers, passing the other half to her as we kissed.

"Bet you never expected to eat your own cherry."

"If I had any idea it was this good, I would have eaten it long ago. Give me some more."

"Patience. When we get to the last ones, it's going to take a lot of digging to get them. We don't want to rush things, do we?"

"Wow! Mom doesn't know what she missed, does she?"

"She doesn't have a clue. I would made her life a lot more enjoyable the whole time she was growing up if she had just relaxed and let me show her how."

"You're a great lover, GrandPa. Now dive in there and get those deep ones. My pussy is already starting to clench. You're going to see the greatest orgasm I've ever had, I think. No one has ever taken the time to get me this high before.

True to her word, Amy's body began to vibrate with every flick of my tongue. She was humming continuously as I applied suction with my mouth and tickled her clit with my tongue. When the last cherry popped out, she popped off.

What a blast! My granddaughter learned the meaning and value of foreplay that day. Her orgasm twisted her body into a tight ball. I could no longer reach her twat to lick or to tickle. She exhibited all the symptoms of someone having a seizure. She shuddered, she bounced, she rolled and tossed. She moaned, she groaned, she screamed high C.

I took her into my lap and held her on the length of my rigid prong while she gradually ran down. It took a lot of energy to make a body go through those contortions. Sooner or later, she would have to stop. While she was going, it felt good to hold her ass against my prick. Soon, now, it should get some relief.

For a long time after she stopped quivering, I held her quietly in my arms, kissing her neck and hair and talking soothingly to her as you would to a horse that had been frightened.

Finally, she recovered her strength.

"Wow! GrandPa! You're such a fantastic lover! Thank you, thank you."

"Wouldn't you like some whipped cream, too, little girl?" I leered.

"Oh, yes Sir!," she followed my lead perfectly. "Can I put this whipped cream here, and here, and here?"

"Yes you may, child, but if it starts to melt, you'll have to lick it off to keep from making a mess." "Oh, yes Sir. We don't want a mess, do we." She had finished spreading the cream over my balls and spooned the rest on the head of my prick, spreading it over the entire length with her fingers.

"Watch out, it's starting to melt!," I warned.

"Don't worry, Sir. I'll get it!" She flicked out her tongue and licked all the way from my asshole to the tip of my tortured dick. That one lick nearly gave me the relief I so desperately needed, but the end came too soon. It was the first time I really, really, really wanted a longer dick.

However, that lick was followed by another, then another, until the cumulative effect was almost enough to get me there. By this time, my dick was long clean of cream, so Amy spooned the rest onto the tip of my cock then lunged her mouth over the end, taking me to the base of her throat in one motion.

It was the first time I ever got off from one suck, but I was in such a state of arousal by this time, she might have been able to make me cum just by commanding me. 

"Cum!," she would have said, and my cock would have begin spewing hot torrents of juice, as it was doing now. In this case, I could feel it but not see it, as she kept her lips all the way against my balls. The head of my dick was somewhere in her throat, where it was spewing an unknown, but possibly incredible, amount of hot, slimy sperm. 

"Like that, GrandPa?" She smiled sweetly, with rivulets of my cum running down her chin.

"You are the best cocksucker in the whole, wide world, darling." I kissed her deeply and licked the evidence of our incest from her chin.

"Still want to fuck Jimmy?"

"It seems sort of pointless, now, but I did sort of promise the guy and I hate a prickteaser. Don't you?"

"Well, what we did today involved quite a lot of tease. I guess the ones I don't like are the ones you're never going to get. They just like the feeling of power they get from denying someone's desire. You told Jimmy you might not be in the mood, so do whatever you like. He's sure to be disappointed, though."

"Ok. I'll give him a little. It's not like I've been fucked lately, is it?"

"Nobody I know has fucked you. Get ready. I hear his truck coming now. Hope his brakes are good. He must be doing 90."

Jimmy pushed the doorbell about 50 times while Amy was crossing the living room.

"Are you still in the mood, Amy?" His prick made a lump the size of a football in his pants.

"I don't know. Let's see what you've got." "Here? No offense, Mr. Long, but can we have some privacy?"

"Whatever I do, my GrandPa gets to watch. He likes to watch. I like to fuck. Are we going to talk all night or are you going to show me if that's a sock in your pants?"

"Ok, ok. Just seems a little weird. Does this look like a sock?"

It didn't look like a sock to me, unless socks have big red things on the end, and distended veins running all around the length. Boy, was this guy hung, and was he horny! This was the prick I wished I had when Amy was licking me.

"I guess you'll do," she said, leading him to the couch by his dick. She laid back against the cushions and Jimmy climbed feverishly on board.

His first lunge buried the old salami all the way to the root and widened Amy's eyes so far it looked like her eyeballs might pop out. Then he started humping. That kid pumped his dick in that tight cunt so fast it was like watching a dog fuck.

The first two times he came, he didn't even slow down. The only way we knew he had cum was by the amount of cum running down Amy's thighs. I got a towel from the bathroom and lifted her ass to slide it under while Jimmy was still pounding away. Apparently, my presence wasn't enough to spoil his fun, after all.

The kid must have cum five or six times before he quit. His dick was still fully hard when he climbed off. Strings of cum were drooling from his pisshole as he zipped up.

"Wow, Amy! You are fantastic! I'm sorry I have to run again, but my folks call the cops if I'm not back from my deliveries in a certain time. They're so afraid I'll get robbed."

"That's ok, Jimmy. Come back sometime when you have more time. You have a great cock. Thanks for the pizza."

"Thanks for the pussy. See you later, Mr. Long."

"I saw the way you were drooling over the size of his dick, GrandPa. You nearly blew your wad jacking off watching him. Want to suck my pussy dry?"

"I always figure love is where you find it. The first pussy I ever fucked was a mule. It felt as good to me as any pussy I ever fucked. I've sucked a couple of dicks in my day and it was just as exciting as having mine sucked, so yes, Honey, spread those lovely thighs and I will lick Jimmy's cum out of your hot little twat. Have to warn you, though. You have to suck harder to get cum out than to get cherries out, so it may be hard on you."

"Suck away, you old goat!," she laughed as she spread her thighs and leaned her head back to swallow my still rigid prick.

As with the cherries, the effort of getting the last drop was enough to start her shaking again. I joined her for the second time that evening, by flooding her tonsils with creamy cum. Not bad for an old fart, huh?

"I guess we know where I'll be sleeping, then?"

"Not necessarily."

Her eyes had a bewildered, hurt, look. I hastened to let her know it was a joke. "We have to decide which side of the bed you want."

The cloud passed as she realized I was only teasing. "Come on, you old goat. I'll scrub your back if you'll scrub mine."

We went to sleep spooned together, with my now flaccid dick held tightly between her thighs.



Amy's GrandPa Ch. 2



I was having the best fucking dream! My prick felt like it was three feet long and it was in the hottest, tightest, pussy imaginable. No only was it hot and tight, it was educated as well. It squeezed me like a handshake and tickled the head of my prick every time I pushed forward. I was building toward the orgasm of my life.

The I heard the giggle. "You fuck pretty good for somebody sound asleep, GrandPa."

My prick was still lodged between my granddaughter's soft thighs, which were slick from her cuntal secretions. She must have been fingerfucking herself for some time. Now she was rubbing her clit along the shaft of the Royal Dick to bring herself off. Her pussy lips were spread on either side of the shaft and she was squeezing and tickling the head of my prick where it extended past her thighs.

"Whoa! What a way to wake up, baby! Ride that pony, but be careful, I think he's going to spit in your bed pretty soon. Hope you like cold clammy sheets."

"We'll see about that, old man. Just hang on tight." She began thrusting her hips back and forth along my rod, jacking me off with her cunt lips, while tickling the head constantly.

I could feel the hot cum boiling out of my balls. "Hang on, cowgirl! Here it comes!"

Amy made one extra long thrust with her hips and pushed the head inside her lips as she began her backthrust, forcing my dick deep inside her with one long motion. I never knew it was possible to cum again while your balls were still in the process of blasting, but it seemed like they sort of double-clutched. However many gallons of cream they would have shot was at least doubled by the unexpected way Amy chose to consummate our incest.

We hadn't discussed my actually fucking her or not, but last night there had seemed to be some sort of unspoken cultural barrier that had limited our sexual contact to hands and tongues. Neither of us had acknowledged any fear of the incest taboo, but nevertheless, we had not crossed that bridge until now.

It would have been nice to have had a second to ruminate on the actuality of our new relationship, but I was dispensing the hundred year flood into my granddaughter's cunt and she was doing her patented sex seizure bit. Man, that child had a sweet pussy. If I thought her thighs made a great cunt, it was because I had never experienced the real one before.

When we slowly spiraled to earth, I told her how much I enjoyed her sweet pussy. "You could fuck the balls off a brass monkey, baby. What a great wakeup treat for an old man."

"You might have noticed that I seemed to be enjoying myself, also, GrandPa. Your dick is the best! It's not the biggest, it's not the longest, but it feels better inside me than any I've had."

"Even Jimmy's?" "Yeah. Even Jimmy's. He's hung like a horse and he reaches places in my pussy that nobody has reached before, but yours just feels better overall. Maybe it's because I can tell you give a damn about my pleasure, too. Jimmy's nice but all he really was thinking about was unloading his balls in a tight cunt.

We continued to lie together, with our combined secretions oozing out of her pussy as we talked. Occasionally, her cunt would seem to spasm around my dick, causing it to lurch upward a bit, resulting in a gradual hardening that refilled her greedy hole.

Amy reached between her legs and began tickling my balls very gently as she resumed a slow, gentle hip action on my now fully recovered prick. Can we talk while we fuck, GrandPa?"

"Sure, baby. As long as we can fuck while we talk."

"Deal!", she said. "I've been thinking about Mom. It's too bad she never would let you fuck her. You're a fantastic, gentle, lover who cares about your partner's desires and pleasures. You could have given her many pleasurable hours as she was growing up. I wonder why she has always been so uptight about sex?"

"I really don't know, Amy. I have never believed in all that bullshit and tried very hard to prevent her from adopting the party line on sex as she was growing up, but somehow it never seemed to prevent her from adopting those damned Puritan ideas she seems to have picked up somewhere. I know you don't have to be a Puritan to be opposed to fucking your father, but she seems to have gotten the idea that you shouldn't fuck at all."

I kept up a slow, steady, motion with my prick, sliding three or four inches in and out of my granddaughter's tight pussy at the same steady pace. I wanted to see how long we could keep this background fuck going before it took over the conversation.

"You know, I think she actually quit fucking Dad right after Bitsy was born. I guess that's probably why he left."

"I had forgotten about Bitsy. How old is she now? Ten?"

"Wow! You really keep up with your family, don't you? She's only a year younger than I and I'm nearly twenty. She has this fluffy blonde hair on her pussy and her tits will drive you crazy. Want to fuck her?"

That did it. My prick lurched at the same time that her cunt spasmed. I guess the idea of me fucking my younger granddaughter was exciting to both of us. I picked up the pace.

"Hell, why stop at Bitsy? Don't you want to fuck Mom, too?"

My answer lay in the speed at which I began slamming the salami into her guts.

"Hell, I'll help you fuck both of them if you like, and Jimmy, too. It gets me off to think about helping you slam that yard up Mom's tight cunt. Don't you want to fuck your baby daughter? Huh? Don't you want to fuck her tight pussy she's been saving for you all these years? Fuck me, Daddy. Please stick your big dick in my tiny little pussy and fuck me, Daddy. Does that feel good, Daddy? Do you like my tiny little pussy? Huh? Do you?"

Amy's words and the images they produced made my prick grow even larger and harder than before, but I'm damned if I know how. If she hadn't drained my balls so thoroughly an hour before, I would already be drenching her ovaries, but I could tell it wouldn't be long. Her cunt was twitching and snapping around my shaft as I drove into her.

"Guess I'm not the only one that gets excited by that idea, huh?"

"Fuck me Daddy. Fuck my tight pussy. Pinch my nipples you old goat. I'm going to blow your balls off."

I don't know if they were blown off, but they sure as hell were blown out. There wasn't enough cum left over in them to grease a cat's ass. We were definitely going to have to change the sheets tonight. We were swimming in cum. All of this couldn't be mine. Amy must be one of those women who actually squirts when they cum. I couldn't wait to see it sometime.

Eventually, we ran down. What a workout! You would think we would be fucked out by now, but all the sexual activity we had been engaged in since her arrival had seemed to actually boost us to another level of ability. Even after two highly memorable orgasms, my dick only went about halfway down and made small jerks from time to time as I remembered various elements of the past 18 hours.

"Damn! Have we only been together less than one day? It seems like years! Amy, you may be young, but you are one hell of a woman! Forget about going back at the end of the summer. We're going to go get the rest of your stuff and you can move in here with me, permanently. I think you know me well enough already to know that I will never do anything to limit your possibilities. Whatever you decide, whenever you decide it, you will always be completely free to choose."

"Oh, GrandPa! That's exactly what I was hoping you would say! I've been looking for someone like you all my life. Someone I could talk with. Someone who cared what I thought and who had absolutely no phony pretenses. The fact that you've got a killer dick and know how to use it doesn't affect my feelings at all." She smirked as she gave a tug on my dick to get me started toward the bathroom for our dual shower.

Having her around the house was one long extended pleasure trip. There was damn little to do in the way of chores, but what there was we shared without friction. Each one picked up after themselves when it needed doing and both shared the opinion that people should live lightly on the earth, with a minimum of damage to it. 

This left us lots of time for lying around the pool and fucking each other silly.

"Why don't I call Mom and ask her to send Bitsy up for a few weeks? It will give Mom a break and give us a chance for you to fuck Bitsy. Ok?" Amy gave my prick a squeeze when she saw it jump at the idea.

"Call away."

"Hi Mom. I'm fine. No, he hasn't been trying to feel me up. No, I don't have any problems keeping his hands off me." 

I buried two fingers deep inside her pussy, with my thumb in her ass.

"GrandPa is a perfect gentleman. I don't know why you say those awful things about him." 

I lifted her up and sat her back down on my prick as she kept up a steady tone of voice. 

"Listen, why don't you send Bitsy up for a week or two? It's kind of boring here." She gave me a wink to let me know what kind of 'boring' she was talking about.

"She would love it here. GrandPa has a great pool and besides, it would give you a little break, too. What do you think? Ok! Call as soon as you know when her plane will get in. Gramps says we can go pick her up any time. Oh! I almost forgot. He said you might want to come up and get her when she goes back. Bye."

"What was that bit about your mom coming up to get Bitsy?"

"I don't know. It just popped into my head. I've been trying to think of some way we can get her to fuck you and you can't do it if she isn't within a foot or so."

"I tried to fuck that tight cunt for years and years and finally gave up. If you can think of a way to do it, go ahead. Well, it sounds like Bitsy is on her way. What is she like?"

"Oh, you know. Like any other adolescent. All knees and elbows. Kinda gawky and worried about zits all the time. Hey! I just had a great idea! I've been trying to think of ways for you to get in Bitsy's pants and I just remembered a line some guy tried to pull on me. He said cum cures zits. If you swallow enough cum, you won't have any complexion problems."

"Your complexion seems very clear."

"I've always tried to swallow plenty of cum ever since he told me that. Maybe he wasn't lying?"

"I'm sure it's a scientific fact. If your zits come back, it's because you weren't swallowing enough. Right?"

"Right. Now let me swallow some more."

Never one to shirk my duty when a damsel is in distress, I buckled right down to the task and soon helped her push back the onset of zits by at least two weeks, maybe more.

We picked up Bitsy a couple of days later. She was very excited by her first solo plane trip, but kept flicking glances toward a nice looking businessman who was collecting his baggage and glancing at us somewhat nervously.

On the ride back home, Amy and Bitsy kept up a constant chatter between themselves. I drove and listened. This was Amy's show. I wanted her to have complete freedom to set things up and get Bitsy very relaxed. If it meant that I couldn't fuck Amy twenty four hours a day for a little while, it was worth it just for the possibility of fucking her little sister.

From time to time, Bitsy would giggle and whisper something to Amy. I wondered what it was. Amy never forgot to keep my excited, either. Every time she could distract Bitsy's attention by pointing out something out the window, she would reach over and give my cock a hard squeeze through my pants leg. The smell of precum was strong in the cab of the truck, but Bitsy didn't seem to notice. Guess she didn't know that smell and just thought that's the way us old farts smelled.

I even managed to get my right hand under Amy's ass and my finger up her snatch as I drove with my left. 

Amy bounced up and down on my finger while appearing to be excited by the things she and Bitsy would be able to do together. I held my finger rigid and let her bounce. Now she was continuously squeezing my cock. She kept her body forward in the seat, blocking Bitsy's view of the tent in my pants. Luckily, we were so finely attuned to each others needs and desires that we were able to time it perfectly. As Bitsy slid out of the cab, Amy and I gave each other just the right amount of extra stimulation for us to cum together.

Bitsy is standing outside, waiting for somebody else to get out of the truck, and we're both creaming our jeans.

"Aren't you coming, Amy?"

"I sure am!" She shot me a delirious smile at the double entendre and slowly slid off my finger.

I sat in a pool of cooling cum and pondered my next move. "You girls go on in and get settled. I'll take care of something here and bring Bitsy's bag in shortly." By the time I came in with her bag, the girls were whooping it up in the pool and there was no one around to ask about the slimy mess in my pants. I glanced out to see Amy actually wearing a bathing suit and marveled at how sexy she looked, naked or clothed. Bitsy was still wearing a little girl type of suit, which gave me an idea as I ran up to take a quick shower.

"Would you girls like to run over to town with me this evening? I have some business to take care of and I can drop you off at the mall with my credit card. Would that be ok?"

Much to my surprise, they agreed.

"Oh, Gramps. You are the best!" Amy flung her arms around me and gave me a big kiss on the cheek. Bitsy wasn't going to be left out of the hug, so she just threw her arms around my waist and buried her head in my chest. She was a sweet kid who hadn't had a lot of contact with men.

When we reached the mall, Amy asked, "How much can we get, Gramps?"

"Buy everything you need. I think Bitsy has outgrown her old bathing suit. Buy her a couple of nice ones that are a little more grown up, and get whatever you want, too."

"Aren't you afraid we will bankrupt you?" Her eyes were bright and Bitsy was looking at me as if I were her hero for wanting to help her have more grownup clothes. I'll bet her mom had made her bring that frumpy little girl suit just to keep her from looking too sexy for me. Little did she know.

"Don't worry. That card has a limit of only a few thousand dollars, so you can't do me any permanent damage."

"Only a few thousand?" Amy looked at me with new awareness in her eyes. We hadn't discussed finances before and she might not have realized that I was a great deal better off than her mother was, and was able to buy things for her far beyond what she could manage on her part time pay.

"Have fun, girls."

"Oh, we will. We promise!" Their eyes shown with delight.

I went by my old watering hole and had a few beers with the gang.

"What you been up to, Wyden? Haven't seen you in a coon's age."

"Oh, just laying around the pool and doing a little writing. I'm babysitting my granddaughters for a few weeks. They're over at the mall trying to bankrupt me. I'm just killing time until they're ready."

"Better hide those books of yours. If they get into them, they'll be calling the cops on you for sure."

"Oh, you know me. Always careful. You can't take any chances these days with kids around. All it takes is an accusation to get your ass in the slammer."

"Tell that to Bill. His daughter had the hots for him and when he wouldn't touch her, she claimed rape. The poor bastard is doing twenty years."

"It's a tough life. Never know when to touch and when not to. Might as well do whatever the fuck you like and take the consequences. Bet Bill is wishing he had laid some track up his daughter's ass."

"If he ever gets out, he says he'll kill her."

"Wouldn't want to be in her shoes--or his!"

"See you guys later. Three beers ought to be enough clothes for any girl. Wouldn't you say?"

"Yeah. Watch out for the cops."

"Good idea. Thanks."

The girls were still trying on clothes and the shop girl was grinning from ear to ear, thinking about the commission she would be getting from this sale. When Amy told her who I was, she became very friendly, indeed. Obviously, she was accustomed to connecting men with money to good times.

"Amy says you are very generous." she pouted, making it very plain that she liked generous men.

"The girls have been so nice to me, I thought it was only right to give them a little treat."

"A little treat? I'm going to make my week's quota off this one sale. I'll be one very happy girl when this paycheck comes."

"Why don't you see what else you might do to help it along a bit more. Would you like a suit for yourself?"

"You mean it?"

"Certainly. Of course I would want to be sure it fit properly."

"Oh yes. There would be no point in buying a new bikini if it didn't fit right. With my big boobs, I always have a hard time finding the right combination. While your granddaughters finish, you might want to visit our private waiting room. It's very private and you would be able to tell if you're getting your money's worth. Ok?"

"Sounds like just what I wanted." I followed her cute little ass with growing excitement. It never occurred to me that they might cater to horny old guys. I would make sure she was well rewarded.

Barbi led me to a room that was extremely well concealed from the female patrons in the store.

"This is our security room. It helps us prevent theft."

The room was dark because of the huge one way mirror that looked directly into the girl's dressing room. Amy was helping Bitsy into a new suit. Bitsy was completely naked, confirming Amy's description of her perky breasts and blonde pussy hair.

"Will this be satisfactory, Sir?"

"Perfectly! You seem to be an excellent student of human nature, Miss?"

"Just call me Barbie. I find that using a name like that lets people just assume I'm nothing more than a big set of tits. It disarms them and allows me to have more power in negotiations. Is there anything I can do for you while we're in this very private place?"

"Why don't you just follow your instincts? You seem to be pretty good at it."

By way of response, she knelt in front of me and wrestled my rapidly hardening prick out of my fly. As I watched my youngest granddaughter get naked again, one hot little salesgirl with big tits swallowed my bone to the root and began humming.

"You are very good at that, but I need you to do one thing for me first."

"Sure." She had a string of precum drooling from her lip.

"Go let Amy know I'm in here. Ok?"

"Oh! So that's the way it is, huh? She's the older one, right? Ok, I'll tell her, but I think I better let you fuck me doggy style when I get back, to save my teeth. Old farts who fuck their granddaughters tend to get pretty wild."

"You got that right."

"I'll be right back. Don't go away."

I grabbed my schlong and whammed away at it as I watched her bring a couple of the more daring suits into the dressing room for Bitsy and whisper in Amy's ear."

"Amy glanced my way with a wicked smile on her lips and blew me a kiss."

When Barbi returned, she bent over at the mirror rail and spread her pussy lips for me to enter. "Hurry", she urged. "You're not the only one that gets off on this."

I guided my monster into her hot slot and slid it quickly home as Amy began managing Bitsy's body for my enjoyment. By one device and another, she had Bitsy bending over with her ass pointing in my face, no more than a couple of feet away, and kept tugging and pushing the bathing suit here, there and off and on.

Then Amy had the inspiration of the evening. "You know you're going to have to start shaving there, don't you?"

"Where?"

"Your pussy. See, I have to keep mine shaved all the time. I just leave a narrow strip of hair for the guys. They kind of like it better than shaving all the way. They can still see my pussy lips, but the hair is sexy to some of them." Amy pulled her bottoms off to show Bitsy what she was talking about in great detail.

"Wow! I can't get used to you treating me like a grownup, Cath. When you left home, you were still treating me like a kid. You never said words like 'pussy' to me or told me any of this stuff."




Amy's GrandPa Ch. 2



"Well, it's time I did. Somebody has to teach you and Mom certainly won't. She would let you grow up ignorant if she could. I bet she hasn't even told you about your clit, has she?"

"Clit? What's a clit?"

"See? I knew it. She hasn't told you shit! This is a clit, see? The real name is clitoris, but everybody says clit. See it get bigger when I tickle it? Let me see yours."

Barbi was savoring this play as much as I. 

"Does Barbi go both ways?", I whispered.

"More than that!", she panted back. "Just keep slamming that bologna in my guts. That Amy is getting to me."

"Mmmnnnh. Might have to invite you out to the ranch sometime."

"Say the word, big guy."

Amy was warming to her role as teacher, now. "Come on. Tickle yours. Let's see how big it gets."

"But what if Barbi comes back in? I would die!"

"She told me she would be gone for a while. Some guy had offered her a hundred bucks to give him a blow job."

"Wow! Do people really do that? That guy on the plane kept putting his hand on my leg, then he offered me a hundred bucks to go in the lavatory with him. I didn't know what he wanted, so I wouldn't go. He finally offered me fifty if I would play with his dick under the blanket."

"Did you take it?"

Bitsy grinned mischievously and ran over to her jeans. She pulled the fifty out and waved it. "Most money I ever had!", she cackled triumphantly.

Amy grinned. "That's my sis. I didn't know how uptight you might be, with Mom always yelling at us to keep our legs crossed. Did you like playing with his prick?"

"Yeah, but I wanted to see it when he finished. He wouldn't let me finish him off. He jumped up and ran to the lavatory."

"Maybe we can find somebody who will let you watch him."

"Really? Wow! That would be great! I'm a virgin, though. I don't want to get pregnant."

"Don't worry about it. The guy I'm thinking about is very gentle and careful. He would never do anything to get you in trouble."

"Would he give me fifty bucks, too?"

"I'm sure he would, but if you take money for it, it makes you a whore."

"Oh. Am I a whore because I took that guy's money?" She looked ready to burst into tears. She sat on a bench right in front of me with her pussy spread wide while I plowed into the salesgirl on the darkened room only a foot or so away. It was enough to send me off the deep end.

It must have been enough for Barbi, too. Her cunt clenched and squeezed mine in a vise grip, milking me for every drop I had.

"No, Bitsy. You're not a whore for taking money one time. Just don't let it become a habit, ok? Besides, most women get money for sex one way or another. The only time we call them whores is when the amount is agreed on and paid up front. When a woman marries a man she doesn't love and fucks him just because she wants him to take care of her, we call her a wife. Get it?"

"I think so. It's ok to fuck for money as long as you don't admit it?"

"That's it! Our girl is learning fast. You know, speaking of money, there is one exception to the whore label."

"What's that?"

I wondered, too. Barbi was cleaning the residual cum off my rod while I played with her fantastic tits.

"I've been reading some old books that Gramps has about sex in the middle ages. They used to sell girl's maidenheads for a lot of money. Since you can normally only do this once, it wasn't considered wrong. It was just a way for families with too little money to get some from those with a lot."

"What's a maidenhead?"

"It's your cherry. You said you were a virgin. I'll bet there are still lots of rich old guys who would pay a lot to bust your cherry. Want to try it?"

"Would it hurt?"

"We would find a guy who would be gentle with you and take his time. If he does it right, you won't feel a thing except a good cum."

"What's a cum?"

"Mom hasn't told you anything, has she?"

"No. What's a cum."

"Here. Spread your legs and do what I do. See if it doesn't make you feel good."

Damn, that Amy was a wonder! When I first entered the security room, I was only hoping for a brief glimpse of something as clothes were removed and tried on.

As if reading my thoughts, Barbi stood beside me naked and whispered, "I can get some awesome tips for Amy if she's interested. This is the best show I've ever seen in here."

"Talk to her. She may not do it for tips, but she sure is enjoying doing it now."

"Me too. Suck on my tits while I play with myself."

"Here. you can fulfill one of my greatest fantasies. Sit on my dick while you do it. I've dreamed about having a beautiful woman bring herself off while sitting motionless on my dick, but never could get one to do it for me."

"Never?"

"Never."

"What a shame. You poor baby. Slip that meat wand up my slot and I'll make you happy. Look at that kid go! If this is her first time, she sure learns fast."

"Just because she doesn't know the words doesn't mean she's never tickled her cunt before. Wow! What a night! Watching both my granddaughters fingerfuck themselves while your tight cunt clenches my dick is right at the doorway to heaven. Bet you a hundred you can't get yourself off at exactly the same time they do."

"You're on. For that bet, I'll guarantee to get you off at the same time."

"Ride, cowgirl, ride."

I knew that hundred was a done deal and it was going to be worth every penny. If my nights kept getting better, I was going to have to hire somebody to enjoy it for me.

Sure enough, we all came in unison. If Barbi was faking it, she did a hell of a good job. Amy could have been, just to encourage Bitsy. Bitsy and I were the only two I felt I could be 100% sure of.

"You guys cum back real soon, now, you hear? Thanks for the business, Mr. Long."

"We'll be back soon. You give the best service in town."

She blushed. She actually blushed! "Why thank you, Sir."

We all said our good-byes and left the store staggering under the load of boxes and bags.

"Amy, do you mind driving? I've had a few beers and don't want to get into trouble."

"Sure, Gramps. Bitsy is already looking sleepy and you have a bigger lap for her to lay her head on, than mine."

That Amy was a wonder. Always thinking and always setting up the next step. I was pretty sure who the rich guy was that she had picked out to pluck Bitsy's maidenhead, but didn't know how she planned to set it up. At the very least, she had verified Bitsy's burgeoning sensuality and interest in sex.

Bitsy had been a little skittish around me when she first got off the plane, but the ice was broken now. The clothes I had bought her cost a hell of a lot more than the fifty she had got from the guy for the hand job, a fact that Amy had pointed out to her in a whisper as I paid the bill. She was looking at me with a new respect and maybe even a little calculation.

As soon as we got rolling, Bitsy asked if she could put her head in my lap. Of course I readily agreed, but was surprised that she laid down with her head facing my stomach. She laid her hand across my dick and cushioned her head on her hand. My poor, overworked dick managed a flinch.

"Did I hurt you, GrandPa?"

"No, baby. It just tickled a little." Boy! Did it!

"Ok." She wriggled and moved around as if she couldn't get comfortable. Each move brought fresh sensations coursing across my captive prong.

"I'm sorry, GrandPa. I just can't get comfortable."

"That's ok. Tell you what. Climb up in my lap like you used to do when you were smaller. You used to go to sleep in my lap all the time."

"Ok." She jumped in my lap with alacrity. Guess her motor was still running from the excitement of the shopping and all the sex stuff with Amy, not to mention her first real orgasm. She was wound pretty tight, as tired as she was.

It took her a bit of squirming to get settled in my lap, too. Considering the fact that there was a log taking up a bunch of room in my lap, it was a wonder that she ever found a way to sit without sliding off.

At long last, she was relatively still, but the motion of the truck kept her ass rubbing my dick the whole way.

"Is she asleep?"

"I think so. Her eyes are closed and she's breathing easy."

"Remember that book of yours I was reading that told about rich men buying young girls maidenheads?"

"Yeah."

"Didn't you say you knew the author?"

"Yeah."

"Do you think he would know anybody who would pay a couple of thousand for one?"

I felt Bitsy stiffen in my arms. Two thousand must have been enough to get her attention.

"He probably does. He's been around a lot."

"Could we find somebody who would be gentle with her and not hurt her?"

"I'm sure we could."

"Will you set it up?"

"Ok. Listen. Since she's asleep, I've got to tell you. My dick is killing me. Her tight ass is sitting right on it and it's hard as a rock. What should I do?"

"Let me think. I know! She sleeps like a log. Why don't you just lift her up enough to unzip your pants and you can pull your dick up between her legs to relieve the pressure?"

"You sure she won't wake up?"

"I'm sure. You could probably fuck her without waking her up, but that would screw up our $2000 cherry picking session, wouldn't it?"

"Yeah, and I want that money to go into her college fund. Tell you what. I'll see how much we can get for her cherry. It might be a lot more than $2000. Whatever it is, I'll match it. She's going to need a lot of money for college. Ahhh! That's better."

"Got your dick out?"

"All the way. It was about to kill me all wrapped up in my pants like that."

"Is it between her legs?"

"Sure is."

"Does it feel good?"

"You know it does. Every time the truck bounces, her thighs jack me off. What should I do if I'm about to cum?"

"Go ahead and let it cum. We can take her in the house and undress her while she's still asleep. She won't ever see that dress until it's been washed. We can wash the cum off her belly so she won't wonder what it is when she wakes up."

"Oh shit! You're really getting me hot talking about it like that."

"Take her panties off. If she doesn't know about the rest, she won't know she was rubbing your prick against her bare pussy when you shot off, will she."

"Wait! She's not wearing any panties!"

"Oh, yeah. That's right. It was our surprise for you. I'm not, either. See?"

Amy pulled her skirt up around her waist to let me have a clear view of her bare pussy and the two fingers she had lodged in it. My hand was still on Bitsy's bare cunt at the time, with my prick rubbing her bare lips. Amazingly, there was enough cum left in my old, tired balls to flood Bitsy's crotch. It's a good thing she was pretending to be asleep. There would have been hell to pay if she was truly innocent and woke up with a slimy crotch.

"Check to see if she's a virgin."

"Should I?"

"What would happen if we sold her cherry and she didn't have one? She would get fucked for nothing. Go ahead. See if it's there."

I stuck my cum-coated finger in my granddaughter's pussy to verify her virginity. "Yep. It's there, all right."

"Don't you think she's got a sweet pussy?"

"I can't see her pussy."

"You can feel it, can't you?"

"Yeah. I'm feeling it now."

"Play with her clit a little. You should have seen her learning to play with it tonight." Amy winked at me.

"I've often wondered if the body reacts the same way when a person is asleep. How much of an orgasm is strictly nerves and how much is in the mind?"

"I don't know. See if you can get her off while she's sleeping. Rub your dick on her clit while you tickle her pussy lips. Are they swollen?"

"Oh yeah. They're real puffy."

"Is your dick still slick with your cum?"

"Sure is."

"Wipe a little on her lips so she can smell it in her sleep. Maybe she'll have a good dream. Maybe she'll dream her prince has come and is fucking her silly."

"Ok. She must be dreaming something like that. Her ass is grinding against my prick and she is licking her lips."

"Put a big gob of cum on her lips. See if she licks that off."

"She licked that up real quick."

"Now put the head of your dick in her pussy until it hits her cherry. Just let it sit there. Let her body get used to the feel of having a dick in her cunt."

"She's making me hard again."

"Don't fuck her! She needs that college fund."

"I won't, but she sure is making me want to ram it in her."

"Try to hold out just a little longer. We're almost there." * * * * * * * * "Can you carry her ok? She's not as little as she used to be."

"Carrying her is not the problem. Her bare pussy is hanging out right above my hard dick. Let's just hope that some nosy neighbor doesn't look out her window right now."

"Bring her in here and let's get her ready for bed. Lift her up so I can slide her dress over her head. Didn't I tell you she sleeps like a log?"

"I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen it. Wow! She's beautiful!"

"I'll tell her you said that. Here, take this warm cloth and wash your cum off her pussy while I take her dress to the laundry room."

"I know a better way than that to clean cum off a pussy."

"Oh, you naughty boy. Ok. Lick away. I'll be back in a minute."

This game was pretty good and getting better all the time. The bright lights of the bedroom removed any mystery about my youngest granddaughter's pussy as I knelt next to the bed, with my face inches from her barely mature slit. Chunks of my cum still matted her sparse cunt hair. I made an exploratory swipe of my tongue from the bottom to the top of her pussy lips.

As good as she was at feigning sleep, she couldn't completely suppress a moan at this new sensation. I parted her lips and drilled my tongue to the bottom, then flicked it several times across her clit.

She kept her eyes closed and maintained the pretense of sleep, but began thrashing about uncontrollably as I lashed my tongue across places that had never known such pleasure.

"Are you getting her good and clean?"

"Taste for yourself." I stood behind Amy as she licked her sister's cunt and slid my resurrected member into the depths of her womb. As she lapped the virginal cunt, I somehow found one more blast from my aching balls.

"Ok. She's clean now. That must have been a pretty good dream she was having. She almost tore my ears off with her thighs when I was getting the last parts."

Bitsy slipped off to sleep at last, with her mind jangling. So many new things to think about! She had learned many answers today to questions she had wondered about for a long time. What's more, she had learned answers to questions she didn't even know she had, but she was glad to have them. She was $50 richer and had lots of new clothes. She had her first orgasm, had a new girl friend who would tell her things and had her first taste of cum. She couldn't wait to tell that Missy Springfield! Wait! She almost forgot! There was something else. GrandPa was fucking Amy!

Bitsy got up early the next morning and roamed around the house, naked. After what happened last night, she didn't think anybody would mind. She had never liked wearing clothes and took this opportunity to see what it felt like. She made herself some cereal and had a glass of orange juice before wandering into my study.

"Hmmnnnh. Wonder who this Wyden Long guy is? Didn't GrandPa say he knew him? What's his book about? Maybe I can find the one Amy said had something about men buying maidenheads."

Thirty minutes later, Bitsy knew a lot about sexual practices that she had never suspected existed. She thought it was funny last night when Amy licked her pussy, but she didn't know lots of people did that. Reading about all of this made her real horny and she began rubbing her clit frantically, but couldn't make herself cum. She went looking for her new girl friend to tell her what she was doing wrong.

She found Amy in my bed. We were lying on our backs because we heard her coming up the stairs and uncoupled from our morning fuck to play Bitsy's game.

Bitsy's eyes widened as she crept into our room. She had seen Amy naked before, but this was the first time she had actually seen me naked, or anything except my face without clothes. Her eyes sought out the center of her attention. It was lying across my thigh, still wet with Amy's pussy juice. As she watched, it jerked a little, beginning its journey back to full stiffness. She watched in awe as it rose.

Amy pretended to wake up as Bitsy watched from the doorway. "Oh, GrandPa! Is that for me? It's so nice and big. Can I have it?"

"It's all yours, darling. See if you like it."

"It's so big. It can't possibly fit in my tight little pussy."

"Too bad. Guess I'll have to find some old woman with a bigger pussy."

"Maybe I can try to push it in a little."

"Ok. don't hurt yourself. My! You're doing very well! You've got the head in, now it's starting to go further. Now you're sliding down the whole thing. Good girl! Are you ok?"

"Never better, you old goat. Now shut up and fuck me. Too bad Bitsy isn't ready yet. We can have lots of fun when we find a way to include her. I sure enjoyed licking her sweet pussy last night."

"Yeah, me too. If she were here now, she could sit on my face while I fuck you."

Bitsy crawled onto the bed.

"Well, look who's here! Good morning! Did you sleep well? Have you had breakfast? Would you like your pussy licked?"

"Yes Sir, yes Sir, yes Sir. Please lick my pussy, Sir. I enjoyed it so much last night when you did it."

"Oh? I thought you were asleep."

"I just wanted to pretend. Can I watch you cum?"

"Only if you suck it. Want to suck your GrandPa's dick, Bitsy?"

"Unh huh."

"Ok. Show her how, Darling."

"These are his balls, Bitsy. See how they jump when you tickle him? Now wet a finger and stick it in his ass."

"In his ass? What does that have to do with sucking his dick?"

"You'll see. Just follow directions. Now scratch his balls lightly and run your tongue all the way from the bottom to the top while you move your hand up and down on his prick like this. See it swell. I think he likes it."

"Me too. I never thought I would get to play like this. Mom told me all sorts of scary shit about Gramps trying to put his hand up my dress and stuff. You don't really do that, do you GrandPa?"

"Well, your mom is partly right. Remember last night when you were pretending to sleep in the truck? I put my hand up your dress then, didn't I?"

"Yeah, but I wanted you to."

"There. That's the difference. Your mom thinks because she doesn't want to that nobody wants to. I never forced anybody in my life. Not even her. I tried to give her pleasure a few times, but she wouldn't go along, so I left her alone. She's hated me for it ever since."

"Why?"

"Beats me. Speaking of beating me, how about moving your hand up and down faster while you lick?"

"Like this?"

"Just like that. You learn fast. Now watch the head. After it spurts the first time, put your mouth over the end and see how much you can swallow. Amy says it cured her zits when she learned to swallow cum."

Amy smiled as she rubbed her sister's cunt.

"Get ready, Bitsy. I'm about to cum! Don't forget to swallow."

The first blast shot up into the air and landed on my belly. Bitsy greedily clamped her lips over the end of my cum hose as the next blasts followed. There's nothing like a virgin blowjob to make an old fart blow his stack.

"How was it?"

"It was great, GrandPa. I love licking your cum."

"Well, climb up here and turn around. There's a puddle on my belly you can lick and I want to kiss your sweet pussy again. Would you like to sleep with me and Amy from now on?"

"Golly gee! Can I? You mean it? Wow! Ok!"

"Are you ready to sell your cherry, like Amy suggested?"

"Yes Sir."

"You don't have to call me Sir when my tongue is in your pussy."

"Do you have someone in mind, Gramps?"




Amy's GrandPa Ch. 2



"Sure do, Amy. I think we can arrange it for tonight. Here's what I want you to do."



Amy's GrandPa Ch. 3



(Gentle reader. Please rest assured that all models used in this story are at least the minimum legal age to fuck and suck to their heart's content. If it boggles the imagination to read of a girl old enough to be in college who still has her cherry, then feel free to skip this chapter. As much as I hate to admit it, I was halfway through college before I got my ashes hauled the first time, and I had been spending most of my waking moments trying to find a partner for years, so it is not so hard for me to imagine an introverted young girl reaching the age of majority still in possession of a quaint bit of flesh.)

A further note: In Chapters 1 and 2, I had been lucky enough to get to know my granddaughters. The older sister, Amy, was hot as a firecracker and had been around a lot, she thought, until I taught her the value of protracted lovemaking with lots of buildup. She had helped break the ice with her younger sister, Bitsy, who was getting very interested in becoming a woman in every way, but I had a plan. It was a sneaky way to pay for her college expenses without her thinking of it as charity. She had something to sell! 

* * * * *

After our three-way fuck session, the ice was completely melted around the old homestead. Amy, Bitsy and I all roamed around completely nude. There was a lot of groping and goosing, licking and sucking going on. If their mother could see us now!

"Hey! You guys want to see a movie? I've got one that was made from an old story written back in the 1700s. They made a really big deal about virginity and girls' cherries back then. This old fart had a very beautiful daughter and he guarded her so well that she was 18 and still a virgin. He was going around fucking anything he could find--especially virgins. The daughter really wants to get laid but he guards her too closely. The other people in the story sell him an anonymous young girl's cherry and hide her face so he can't see who he's fucking. When he finds out he has fucked his own daughter, it causes him to have a heart attack and he dies."

"Wow! How dramatic!?"

"Let's watch, let's watch!"

I nuked some popcorn and we all climbed into a ball to watch the legendary John Holmes stuff his 12-inch prick up this cute girl's ass.

"Wow!", breathed Bitsy. "How does she take it?"

"It's not as hard as you think. Want to try it? It's a way for you to get fucked without popping your cherry."

"Won't it hurt a lot?"

"Does she look like she's hurting?"

"No,o,o."

"Well, sit on my lap. We can actually get you ready for it while we watch. My hands are already slick from the butter on the popcorn."

Bitsy climbed aboard and I idly toyed with her cunt and asshole with my buttery fingers while we watched the scene that set up the surprise defloration.

"Ooh, look how sexy she looks, lying there like that, GrandPa, with just her body sticking out from the curtain, not knowing who can see her or what they might do to her."

"Would you like to do it like that?" I rubbed more butter around her asshole and stuck in a finger.

"Ooooh, that would be scary. Yeah! Let's do it like that!"

"I was hoping you would say that. Amy, why don't you lick Bitsy's pussy while she sits on my prick? Ready, Bitsy? Just squat over the head of my dick and let your asshole rest on it. Amy can lick your twat to take your mind off any discomfort you might feel at first, and when the girl's father starts ramming his big dick in his daughter, it might make you feel like having something in your body, too."

"Ok, Gramps. Ooh. That feels good, Amy. Look, GrandPa! There he is now. Oooh, what a big dick he has! Her pussy looks so small."

The more Bitsy concentrated on the movie and the tongue lashing Amy was giving her, the more she slid down my pipe. Before we knew it, she had the entire log in her guts and was resting back against my chest. Amy was now licking my balls in the same stroke that ended on her sister's clit.

When the man in the movie shot great ropes of cum over his daughter's body, Bitsy and I joined him in the throes of ecstasy.

"I'll make it up to you, Amy. Thanks for being so generous. Want to order some pizza?"

Amy's eyes shown brightly as she remembered the size of Jimmy's prick. "Want to see me fuck the pizza guy, Bitsy?"

"You mean it? Wow! Sure!"

* * * * * 

"Hi, Jimmy. This is my kid sister. Isn't she cute?"

"Yeah. Hi kid. Is she going to watch, too?"

"If you want to get fucked, she is. In fact, the only way you're going to get fucked tonight is if you give me a little head, first."

"I can't do that. That's dirty."

"Ok. No lickee, no fuckee. Bye."

"Oh shit, Amy. Ok, I guess."

"It's too late now, Sport. You had your chance and you blew it. The only way you're going to get any now is if you suck my GrandPa's dick."

"Oh, come on, Amy. I said I would suck your pussy. Isn't that enough?"

"No. You're not really my type. The men I like to fuck are the ones who will do anything that feels good. We don't talk about 'dirty' things around here. If it feels good to everybody involved, it's good. If it doesn't, it's bad. Got it?"

"Yeah, I guess. Shit, I was really looking forward to fucking you again. Your pussy is so tight."

"Ok. Look. GrandPa, stand over my head. Jimmy can stick his prick in me as soon as his mouth goes on your dick. Here's my pussy, Jimmy. There's GrandPa's dick. How bad do you want it?"

"Shit, Amy. I want it real bad. You won't tell anybody?"

"Nobody talks about what we do here. Is that clear?"

"Yeah. Can I fuck you now?"

"Bitsy, you stand behind Jimmy and hold his balls. If he takes his mouth off GrandPa's dick without pulling his dick out of me, I want you to pinch his balls real hard. Ok?"

It was plenty ok with Bitsy. She had been hoping for some chance to touch Jimmy's equipment. He could have had her cherry in a flash. As soon as his pants hit the floor, she had forgotten all about the chance to get money for it. She couldn't wait to try that log for herself. Jimmy was cute, too.

Jimmy closed his eyes to try to deny the reality of sucking my dick, so I grabbed the back of his head and rammed my prick down his throat. No point in going halfway. Either you're a cocksucker or you're not. We didn't recognize non-inhalers around here. We know what the hell "is" is.

Before long, he seemed resigned to his fate and actually appeared to be getting into the eroticism of it all. Bitsy was caressing his balls while he slammed into Amy, then she remembered the trick Amy had taught her. She wet a finger in the juice that was running out of Amy's cunt and jammed it up Jimmy's ass.

Whoooha! Jimmy's eyes bugged out and his prick began spewing cum like a firehose. It was enough to make me join him. Every shot he poured in my baby, I gave him back, down his throat. Bitsy was having a ball, fucking him energetically with two fingers up his ass.

Jimmy's cock was still spewing cum when Bitsy pulled him off Amy and sat her ass down on his rod. She was still stretched from my earlier training and his prick was slick as owl shit, so it slid in surprisingly easy. Amy crawled over and sat on my prick, to join in the fun.

"Wow! Bitsy! You're learning fast!"

"I'll show this prick who's a kid. Take that! And that!"

Each 'that' was accompanied by her rising nearly all the way off Jimmy's prick and slamming it back into her guts in one stroke.

"We'll see who's a 'kid', now."

"I'm sorry, Bitsy. Damn, your ass is tight. Doesn't it hurt?"

"Shut up and fuck me, pizza boy. Kiss me and let me taste some of that cum you swallowed."

"Looks like you just joined the club, Jimmy, boy."

"Thanks, Mr. Long."

Amy's face was screwed up in thought, then she brightened. "I've got! I've got it!"

"You've got what?", I asked. 

"I just thought of a way to get Mom to let you fuck her."

"Hey! Can I fuck her, too?" Jimmy piped in.

"We're all going to fuck her. We're going to make a cum slut out of my mom."

Looks like I had created a monster.



Amy's GrandPa Ch. 4



(In the preceding chapters, I had met my older granddaughter for the first time since she was young. It would be less than accurate to say I seduced her, but we hit it off right away. Later on, she helped me fuck her barely legal younger sister. Between the three of us, we broke in the neighbor kid with the big dick. When last we saw this incestuous family, Bitsy had come up with a plan to make a cum slut out of her mother, who had successfully resisted my advances all her life. The story opens with Amy sitting on my prick and Bitsy trying to get Jimmy up again with the use of some cunning tricks with her sphincter muscle. We were saving her cherry for later, but she wasn't missing out on much.)

"All right, Miss Prissy. If you're so fucking smart, how are you going to get your mom to fuck when I've been trying all her life and she won't give in? I'm surprised she even broke down enough to get herself pregnant with you two."

"Oh, Gramps! You may have a big dick and fuck pretty good for an old fart, but that doesn't mean you know how to seduce a woman", Bitsy sneered, rising and falling on Jimmy's sore prong.

"Yeah, Gramps", Amy butted in, "If I hadn't wanted to try you out, you wouldn't have gotten anywhere with me."

"Ok, ok! Enough! I can only take so much abuse. You seem to like riding the old fart's pony, little lady."

"Sure, I love it, Gramps, but we never would have found out if it had been up to you to seduce me. Men hardly ever seduce women. The woman just lets them think they have, to boost their ego."

"If you weren't fucking me silly at the moment, I might be insulted. Go on, Bitsy. Tell us your plan."

"You can't get in Mom's pants by telling her how much she will like it. You have to make her feel needed."

"Oh. I see. That makes pretty good sense for someone with a log up their ass."

"Shut up and fuck your granddaughter, Gramps. We've got plans to make. Come on, Jimmy. Can't you bounce a little higher? Throw me the phone, Amy." ===========================

"Mom? Hi, it's Bitsy. Can you come up here right away? GrandPa had some kind of stroke or something and he needs somebody to take care of him. I know how much you thought he would try to take advantage of us, but he doesn't even like us help him go to the bathroom, and he can't do it himself. He's pretty helpless.

"Oh, dear, Bitsy. You and Amy help him go to the bathroom? Isn't that disgusting?"

"Mom! The man is old and he needs help. We're the only ones he's got. We got Jimmy to come in a couple of times to help Gramps, but he really doesn't like it. Can you come? Please, please?"

"Ok, sure. If I'm needed, I'll come. I'll grab the next shuttle and rent a car. I should be there by five. Tell Dad I'll be happy to help him, even though I know the old fart is probably laughing inside at the thoughts of me touching him. I'll bet he even did it on purpose!"

"Mom! How can you talk like that about Gramps? He has treated us with nothing but respect and affection since we've been here. You told us he would be chasing us all over the place, but he hasn't chased us one step."

"Oh! You're right. I'm sorry. I just remember him as someone who couldn't keep his hands out of my dress the whole time I was growing up."

"Well, he is getting older, Mom. Maybe he's changed."

"I hope so. See you soon. Tell Dad not to worry. I'll stay as long as he needs me."

"Ok, Mom. Bye." =========================

"What was that shit about getting older?"

"Well? Aren't you? I didn't say you weren't horny any more, I just said you were getting older. Everything I told her was true. It's not my fault if she assumed that your not chasing us meant that you weren't trying to fuck us. You didn't have to do much chasing, did you?"

"You're a wise little ass, aren't you? Speaking of which, I better hurry up and lubricate your colon. I'm going to need some time to practice drooling." =========================

"Hi, everyone. Hi, Dad. I'm so sorry you had such bad luck. Are you in a lot of pain?"

"He can't talk, Mom. We think he understands most things, but we're not sure. Sometimes he seems almost ok, then he will piss his pants in the middle of the floor."

"Bitsy! Where did you learn to talk like that?"

"Oh, Mom! Get real! That's the way everybody talks in college. I'm not a little girl any more."

"Well, I still would appreciate it if you would use better language around me. Where's the bathroom? I didn't get a chance to go since this morning."

"Can't you take Gramps with you? He hasn't been in over four hours and it's about time for him to cut loose again."

"Oh! This is so embarrassing! Ok. Come on, but can he at least look the other way?"

"I don't know. You can ask him. Maybe you'll catch him in one of his good moments."

I grinned over my shoulder at Amy and Bitsy, who were giving me the high sign behind their mom's back, and followed her to the bathroom with my eyes vacant and dragging one leg a little.

As soon as we entered the bathroom, Jill rushed over to the commode and lowered the seat. She was hurriedly lifting her skirts when she said, "Please don't look, Dad. It's bad enough to have you in here with me."

I just smiled a silly smile and focused on everything in the room except my daughter. She couldn't tell if I heard her or was even aware of what she was doing.

Jill tried very hard not to make tinkling sounds, but she really need to go and finally gave up and let it go with a splash.

I was already half hard from the excitement of the situation and the realization that my baby daughter was finally going to have to hold my dick for me, even if she was now in her forties. Never give up!

To make my story a little more believable and to set up a more complicated scenario, I forced myself to piss a little down my pants leg while she was cutting loose. It was hard to relax enough to piss, with my dick rapidly becoming fully erect. It was even harder making it stop without flooding my socks. On second thought, why not? I would need to shower and change clothes, anyhow, wouldn't I?

So I let it all out and pissed myself silly, standing three feet from my daughter, who was still squatting on the commode.

She finally finished and wiped her cunt hairs dry. Even with a vacant stare, I was able to see that previously hidden pussy very well. My dick lurched upwards another notch.

"Thanks for not looking, Dad. It's bad enough to have to share things this intimate with you. Not only are you my Dad, but most of my memories of you are having to fight you off to keep your hands off me. Bitsy says you've changed. I sure hope so! Now! Let's see what we can do for you."

"Holy Shit!", she exclaimed when she saw my pants. "You weren't kidding! Do you realize you've ruined your pants?"

More silly grins from her old man. I acted as if there wasn't a thing wrong with my world.

"You've urinated all down the leg of your pants and it's running all over the floor. Can't you feel it?"

I just hummed. She must have finally believed me. She probably couldn't imagine anyone standing in a puddle of their own piss without being frantic to clean it up. I have never understood where she got this puritanical streak. She sure as hell didn't get it from me, and her mother was one very hot tamale, too.

"Oh, Dad. I'm sorry I doubted you, but you have to admit I had good reasons to distrust you, but you are my Dad and I love you anyway, and now you need me. Boy, do you need me! You stink! Come over here, out of your puddle. Let's get you out of those wet clothes and into the shower."

Bingo! Just what I was hoping for. Trying to act unconcerned while my daughter stripped me naked was one of the hardest acting jobs I've had since I tried to convince Mary Lou I loved her so she would give me a little nookie, many years ago.

"Oh, Dad! Oh, my goodness! Oh! Just look at you. I mean, my goodness! Dad! Your penis is all big and red. I thought it would be smaller now, and less likely to be so hard. Oh, my. I don't know if I can do this."

I began to wander around the room, stepping in the puddle of piss and tracking it around the bathroom.

"Oh, come here, Dad. I'll just have to grit my teeth and go through with it. After all, what is family for if we can't help each other?"

I thought I saw the beginnings of the rationalization we had counted on to make this work. I had always believed that Jill really wanted to climb aboard the Daddy train, but was just too scared to admit it. My apparent helplessness gave her the opportunity to do whatever she liked with me, while being able to convince herself it was only to help me.

"Here, I'll set the water temperature for you. You just go on in the shower and soap yourself up. I'll wait for you."

I cocked my head at her like a robin trying to figure out if that was a worm or an approaching snake, and just stood there.

"Oh, very well. I guess I might as well give up. You obviously have no idea what I'm saying. The only way we're going to get you cleaned up is if I clean you. There's not much point in asking you to look the other way, is it, or making any attempt at modesty of any sort? Here goes nothing!"

The object of many years of unsuccessful pursuit stripped off every stitch she was wearing and led me into the shower. Sure was hard keeping my eyes unfocused. Damn! She had a hot body! Thank you, Bitsy! I owe you one! Even if Jill never learns to fuck her old man and like it, just having the chance to take a shower with her was the answer to my prayers.

"That's it, Daddy. Let's get you rinsed off all over. Can you soap yourself? Guess not. Ok, here goes."

She started on my back. I guess it was the safest place for her. (No dicks back there.) It also kept me from seeing her body, but I kept moving back against her in my apparent helplessness. The feel of those soapy jugs against my back almost made me cum in anticipation.

"Dad! Hold still! I can't wash you if you won't be still. Doesn't that thing ever go down?", she asked in frustration. I guess she was having as hard a time ignoring my rigid prick as I was, trying to act unconcerned.

As she soaped my chest, her eyes searched mine. "Are you really out of it, Dad? Are you going to die and leave me before I ever get a chance to tell you why I could never let you touch me?"

Ok! Now we're getting to the good stuff.

"When I was growing up, I was always aware of your eyes on me. When I would see you in the hall, coming back from the bathroom, I wondered what it would be like for you to hold me. Sometimes I saw this thing sticking out of your shorts and wondered how all of that stuff worked. I know it was wrong of me to tease you by sitting on your lap in my teddy, with no underpants on, but it felt good to make you want me so much."

"The first time you touched me, (after my 18th birthday party, remember?) it felt really, really good, but I asked Miss Smith, my gym teacher about it and she told me all these stories about how men only want one thing and how they take advantage of girls and make them pregnant and throw them out in the snow, and everything. I guess it doesn't make sense now, and probably didn't then, but I was young and innocent, so I believed her. After that, I just couldn't ever let you touch me again."

("That man-hating bitch!" So that's why my darling daughter had been so enticing until she came of age, but then became so unapproachable. I almost started feeling guilty about our deception, but reminded myself that she would be happier when she learned sport fucking.)

"I guess you've always wanted me to touch you here, so now's your chance. I'll just soap it a little. Maybe I should hold it out of the way while I soap under it. My, but it's big! Bob's penis wasn't nearly as big as yours. He always wanted me to play with it, but I just couldn't. My mind kept going back to what Miss Smith had told me. When Bob left me, he said it was because I was a cold bitch, but I'm not, really. Really, I'm not. I want to do those things, but I just can't. For some reason, I'm able to talk about it to you now. You, of all people!"

"However, I do love you, and always have. Now that you're so helpless and no longer the big, scary man that you were, it's easier for me to talk to you. Oh, my! Look at me! I'm just washing that big old thing raw! The next thing you know, it will be making a mess!"

She had that part right. If I hadn't been so engrossed in her story and the fact that she was being able to talk to me, I would have shot off long ago. Of course the fact that I had fucked both of her daughters twice already today held me back a little. However, her calling attention to what she was doing and her renewed vigor produced the result she had described.

"Oh! My! Oh, my! Daddy! You are getting sperm all over me. Goodness! It's making me excited! I never saw a man do that before. I never let Bob leave the lights on, although he always wanted to, and I certainly did not allow him to masturbate."

"Oh! It smells so musky! It makes my head spin. Well, I guess I don't have to worry about you telling anybody about this, so I'm going to do something I always wanted, and I know you did, too."

She took my hand and brought it to her dripping cunt. It was wet on the outside from the shower, but that didn't explain the juices flowing on the inside that I could feel when she led my fingers to her cleft.

It took all the will power I could muster to remain still and let her fuck herself with my fingers.

"Oh, Daddy! I think I'm cumming!", she screamed loud enough for the girls to hear. It was probably the first orgasm of her poor, deprived life. Damn that gym teacher bitch, anyhow. How dare she fuck up my sweet daughter's mind and sex life like that?

Jill slowly recovered from her virgin orgasm (at age 42), and finished washing us both off in short order.

"Hey girls!", she shouted down the stairs. "I hate to ask this, but can you please clean up the mess in the bathroom? I'm going to put your GrandPa to bed. I'll be down soon to fix some supper for you."

"Ok, Mom!", Amy shouted back. "We'll take care of it. Don't worry about fixing anything for us. Jimmy is bringing us a pizza. You need to stay with GrandPa. He starts whimpering when we leave him alone. Do you want some pizza, too? Jimmy brings a big one."

I could just see the smirk on Amy's face at that. It wasn't too hard to guess what sort of "big one" she had in mind. No doubt the girls would be tickled to take care of supper while I kept Mom upstairs.

"Thanks, girls. You certainly seem much more grownup than you did before you came up here. Maybe it just takes some kind of crisis like this to make people face life properly."

As she talked, Jill was putting pajamas on me. Bah! I never sleep in anything. I kept letting my dick slip out the fly and she kept putting it back in. Her constant touching was making it rise again.

"I give up, Dad. If you need to have that thing poking out so bad, I guess it will just have to poke out. Now, get under the covers and take a little nap."

I crawled under the covers like a good boy, but every time Jill started to move away from the bed I would whimper.

"What's the matter, Dad? Hey girls! Why does Gramps whimper like that?"

"He doesn't want to be left alone, Mom."

"I'm not leaving, I'm just across the room."

"He wants you to cuddle him, Mom. It's the only thing that will settle him down."

"Have you girls been 'cuddling' him?"

"Sure, Mom. I told you it was the only way to get him to settle down."

"You mean you have been sleeping with him?"

"I didn't say that. I just said we laid in the bed with him and cuddled him so he would stop whimpering."

Trust my Bitsy to tell it exactly like it was, with a choice of words that allowed her Mom to interpret it as innocently as she needed to.

"Well, if that's what you need, Dad, I guess it isn't too much to do."

She slid in behind me and I wiggled back against her. It was a relief to be able to stop that damned whimpering. It was getting on my nerves. Her tits against my back felt so fine! I pretended to fall asleep almost at once, to see what she might do if she thought I was out of it.

For long minutes, during which my body vibrated with need and anticipation, she didn't make a move. I could feel her pussy mound against my ass and tried to make barely perceptible motions against her to stimulate a response.

At long last, I felt her arm sliding slowly across my hip, hopefully heading for a landing on my carrier. When I had just about given up hope and was almost asleep in truth, I felt the first light touch of her fingers on my cock. It immediately jumped to life, but luckily, I was just drowsy enough that I didn't make any other motion to cause her to think I was awake.

Her hand moved so slowly I could never tell it was actually moving until I realized the place she was now touching was different from the last place I remembered.

After what seemed like hours, her hand was actually around my steel hard pecker! Her touch was so light, my skin wanted to swell to meet it to increase the pressure of her grip.

After another eternity, I was pretty sure that she had stroked the entire length, but it just kept growing. Her pussy mound was now pressing into my ass of its own accord. Her still-firm tits were pressed firmly against my back and I was sure I felt the rumblings of a nascent orgasm building, in light variations of the pressure of her body against me.

The pace of her progress began to accelerate now. I could almost feel her hand moving and her grip was definitely firm on her daddy's dick.

Her motions were coordinated to the extent that her ass moved against the motion of her hand on my prick as if she were jacking off her own. As her hand reached bottom, squeezing my balls against my leg, her pussy would press more firmly against my ass.

Her pace quickened. Faster and faster flew her fingers, up and down my shaft. Little grunts of passion escaped her lips each time her crotch jammed against me.

I did my part by pretending sleep, to allow her the freedom to do whatever she needed to do. Even with the number of times I had dropped my load today, her girls had increased my abilities over the past month by almost continuous fucking, so I knew she was soon to get a handful of her daddy's cum if she kept up what she was doing.

She kept it up and I let her have it. My cum was drooling over her fingers, making them slip more easily back and forth, and her cunt was trying to swallow my ass. She was banging her clit against my tail bone as if she were fucking me with a huge dildo. It seemed that a certain amount of rage was combined with her lust. Ok, let her do what she needed.

When we began this charade, it was simply a cynical method of getting something I had been denied for so many years. I must admit to not considering her feelings in it at all. Now that I knew the story, I was able to repent and to concentrate on trying to do what was best for my beloved daughter, under the circumstances.

It was imperative that she never suspect that my stroke had been faked. I was going to have to find some way to miraculously recover and start helping her.

Bitsy was good at coming up with scenarios. I would have to find a way to tell her what was happening and let her suggest a solution.

At last, it looked like I would soon be fucking my daughter, but under far different circumstances that we had imagined. I hoped that the girls hadn't pussy-whipped poor Jimmy too hard. I'm going to need his help to keep this group satisfied.



Amy's GrandPa Ch. 5



 (In chapters 1-4, I get to know my two granddaughters--carnally, of course. But it is their mother that I had wanted to fuck for so long. Bitsy suggested I fake a stroke and ask her mom to help. Boy did she! As our story opens, Jill is lying behind me with my slimy dick in her hand.)

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At last, it looked like I would soon be fucking my daughter, but under far different circumstances that we had imagined. I hoped that the girls hadn't pussy-whipped poor Jimmy too hard. I was going to need his help to keep this group satisfied. If I guessed right, the scene in the living room would be a pretty wild orgy at the moment. I looked directly into the camera and winked as I pulled the covers back to show them their mother's cum-coated hand still jacking my slowly shrinking dick. The thoughts of what

sort of havoc this would produce among the gang watching the action downstairs on the wide screen were enough to make it start grow again. That was going to be one hell of a tape for the family archives!

"Oh, Dad! I can't believe you! How can a man as old as you be so potent? That's the second time in an hour that you've had a huge orgasm."

If she only knew that each of her daughter's had equaled her production before she got there!

She climbed out of bed and headed for the bathroom. I started the whimpering shit again. Yeah, it bothered my conscience for a second or so.

"What is it now, Dad? You've got me so excited with that thing staying so hard all the time and spewing all over my hand, I don't know what to do with you. What do you want now?"

I flopped over onto my back with my reinvigorated dick sticking up like a flagpole, still dripping cum from her hand job. The sight of my naked daughter and the memory of her hand jacking me off were enough to keep it rigid.

Jill yelled downstairs again. "Hey girls. He's whimpering again. What do you think he wants now?"

She didn't expect Amy to come barging into the room. She stood in shocked silence as her daughter ignored her mother's naked body and pointed to my prick.

"There, Mom. That's what he wants. Can't you see his big hard-on? He wants you to sit on it. That's the only way to get him to go to sleep."

"Sit on it! What do you mean, Sit on it? You shouldn't be in here at all. How do you know what he wants. Are you telling me you've been sitting on it?"

"Well, duhhh! Why not, Mom? Can't you tell he's in pain? It looks like he's going to bust a blood vessel if that thing gets any harder. Well, if you aren't going to help GrandPa, then I will."

Before Jill could say a word, Amy gabbed my slimy prick in a firm grip, flipped up her skirt and sat all the way down to my balls in one smooth action.

Jill had never been so shocked in her life. "Amy Jo! What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm just helping GrandPa with his problem, Mom. Hmmmh. He's helping me with mine, too. He feels so good inside me. I can feel his prick against my tonsils, I think."

"Goodness, Amy! I knew you were wild, but I had no idea you were so utterly casual about sex. Doesn't it bother you that he's your grandfather?"

"Why should it? He's got a nice big dick and it feels really good to sit on it, especially when I bounce up and down like this."

Boy! Did it!

Jill was mesmerized by the sight of her own daughter so shamelessly fucking herself on my big pole. What a seat I had to watch this family drama play out!

"But what if he got you pregnant?"

"Mom! I've been on the pill for years. If it hadn't been for the pill, you would have dozens of grandchildren by now."

"Well! I never!"

"Don't you want to try it, Mom. It feels so good. You know you want to."

"No I don't! How can you say such a thing?"

"Then why are you still standing there naked, watching me fuck him? Why is your hand in your crotch?"

"It isn't! Oh!, well maybe it was itching a little."

"Yeah! It made mine itch, too, when I saw GrandPa's big dick waving in the breeze. Come on, Mom. I'll help you put it in so it won't stretch you too much. I'll bet you haven't had any since Dad left, have you?"

"Amy!"

"Oh, Mom. Just relax. Come on. Try it, you'll like it."

Whether Jill wanted to on a conscious basis was no longer a factor. Her body wanted it and it came over to the bed of its own accord.

Amy lifted off my iron hard pecker and slid down in the bed, between my legs, holding my lance upright for her mother.

"Come on, Mom. I'll hold it for you."

Much to my great surprise and tremendous relief, my daughter finally did what I had been wanting for so long. With a dazed expression on her face, she slowly crawled onto the bed and swung her leg over my face so that I was looking up into her dripping pussy.

Amy jacked me up and down while her mother dumbly watched from above. "Ok, Mom. He's ready for you. Just squat down and sit on it. I'll guide it in for you."

It must have been the matter-of-fact tone of Amy's voice that finally allowed Jill to squat over me. All reservations she had maintained for so long were pushed aside for the moment by the soothing sound of her daughter's voice and the presence of her father's huge schlong, just inches away.

Gradually, she sank lower and lower until her pussy lips were warm against the head of my painfully distended prick.

"That's great, Mom!", Amy said as she lovingly parted her mother's pussy lips around her grandfather's cockhead. "Just keep on going. This huge prick will be filling you completely in just a little while."

Jill's body shuddered a bit, apparently at the sound of the coarse words her daughter was using, but it only served to work my dick further into her incredibly tight furnace of a cunt.

"That's good, Mom. You're doing fine. Now that you have GrandPa's prick inside you, there's no reason not to go ahead and enjoy it as much as you want, is there?"

Amy's word must have struck home. Jill visibly relaxed and allowed her weight to force my spear all the way to the bottom of her canal. She sat motionless for a bit, absorbing the situation and the mountain of flesh, before beginning a grinding motion with her hips.

"That's it, Mom! That's it! Fuck GrandPa. Fuck him!" Her hands were all over her mother's body, stroking and caressing her as she fucked her father.

"Oh, Baby! Oh, Daddy! This feels so wonderful. Why didn't anybody ever tell me how good it felt?"

Once Jill had accepted the reality of fucking her father, it was as if the floodgates to years of repressed desire had been thrown open all at once. That previously uptight daughter of mine was practically stripping the skin off my dick with a hot torch.

Amy crawled around and sat on my face so she could play with her mother's tits from behind.

"That's it, Baby! Pinch my nipples! It feels so fucking good!"

That was the first time I ever heard Jill use such terms. It apparently signaled that a new way of life was starting for her.

When she was well on her way up the mountain, Bitsy came in the room, naked, leading Jimmy by the prick. Jill's eyes widened at the sight of her, but couldn't take her eyes off Jimmy's huge tool. She stared at it all the way across the room as it waved from side to side, and across the bed as he climbed on board, and slowly lost sight of it as the first dick she ever had in her mouth, disappeared.

I guess when Jill decided it was ok to fuck me, she decided it was ok to fuck...whatever! From our experience with her, we all knew she had never given a blowjob before, to anybody! Now she must have had a good six inches of Jimmy's salami down her throat. She was a quick study.

Her eyes rolled back into her head as she rose and fell on my rod. She was undoubtedly experiencing sensations she had never known before. "Ecstasy" hardly did her condition justice. Maybe "Nirvana" would come closer.

"Cum in Mom's mouth, Jimmy. I want to see her swallow it."

"Damn, Bitsy. You've just about fucked me dry. Give me a minute to work up some more juice."

"Bitch, bitch, bitch. Where's that strap-on, GrandPa? I know how to get Jimmy's balls pumping."

"My, my, my, Darlin. Talk about a cum slut! I do believe that you're the horniest one of our bunch, and you still sitting on that gold mine."

"Yeah, GrandPa. Have you got that rich old geezer who's going to buy my cherry picked out yet? I want to get rid of that puppy and get down to some serious fucking. Oh, here it is. Spread your cheeks, Jimmy. Here it comes."

Poor Jimmy's ass must have ripped three ways from Sunday as Bitsy slammed the rubber prick up his ass.

"Shit, Bitsy! Don't you think you could grease that thing a little?"

"You know you like it rough, Big Boy. Now push back when I push in and we'll have you pouring the juice to Mom in a flash."

How that young girl who had just begun her sexual experience a week or so ago could be so jaded, I couldn't imagine, but she had an instinct for what it took to get guys off and Jimmy was just another challenge for her.

Amy was now stimulating her mother's clit with one hand while she pinched and rolled her nipples with the other.

By this time, Jill had ascended to a higher plane of existence. She wasn't having an orgasm as much as she was living on the orgasm plane. Her body trembled and shook. She quivered like a coon dog shitting a peach pit. Her cunt grabbed my dick like a haywire robot wearing steel gloves--hot ones! For someone who never had one before, my baby had learned fast. I worried about Jimmy's chances of getting his entire prick back out of her voracious mouth.

Bitsy's ravishment of Jimmy's ragged asshole finally paid off. With a huge groan, he began to pour cum down Jill's throat in long, gushing streams. Bless her heart, she actually tried to swallow all of it, but it came in faster than it could go down. Streams of cum ran down her cheeks, onto her tits and down her stomach.

Amy was still rubbing Jill's clit, so she just spread the cum around in her mother's cunt hair and kept rubbing. It must have been just what she needed to get off herself, because my mouth was suddenly filled with her sweet cream, which was what I needed.

Soon, it was hard to tell whose cum was soaking Jill's crotch. Amy mixed mine with Jimmy's and rubbed it all over her mom's body, then pulled her off my wilting mast and went down on her. "Come on, Bitsy. Let's show Mom what 138 is like."

"A hundred, thirty-eight?"

"Yeah. You know. Two times sixty-nine. Give her a chance to eat us both out at the same time."

"Oh, right."

Jimmy and I leaned back and watched the show, thankful that we weren't being called on to produce any more cum for a little while.

"Well, Jimmy. What do you think of our little family fuck club so far?"

"Golly, Mr. Long. I thought I was the horniest person alive till I met Bitsy. She could fuck the balls off a bull!"

"Now there's a thought!", I responded. "Say, Jimmy. What do you think are the odds that I could fuck your mother?"

"Gee, Mr. Long. I don't know. I never thought about it. Mom is pretty hot, though, isn't she?", he said with a grin as the idea of his mother lying there like Jill ran through his mind. I actually think her started to get hard again, just imagining it.

"Tell you what. Let's throw a party. We can invite the neighbors and gradually work it so that your parents are the last ones here. I think I know how to get your father out of the way. Amy, how would you like to fuck Jimmy's dad?"

"Is he hung like you, Jimmy?"

"Yeah, only much bigger."

"Bigger!", her eyes bugged out at the thought.

"Just kidding", Jimmy grinned. "How would I know how big my dad's dick is?"

"You'll know by the time the party is over. When can we have it, Gramps?"

"Any time you're ready. How about Saturday night?"

"You're on!"

The three-way 69 was slowing down so Amy asked Jimmy if he would leave his window open when he got home.

"Why?"

"The only reason I can think is if you want a naked girl to climb in your window and fuck you to sleep."

"I'll break the fucker out if it won't open. Wait till about 11, ok? I need a few minutes to recover."

"Ok, see you then."

I was so proud of my fucking family. I was surrounded by beautiful, sexy women--all of whom loved to fuck me and all were produced from the same sperm they loved.

Jill crawled over and cuddled up in my arms. "You seem to have made a miraculous recovery, you horny old goat", she snickered.

"You're not mad at me for tricking you?"

"I should be, but I've learned a lesson here tonight that was worth some embarrassment. I really was worried about you, you know. I thought you might die before I ever got the chance to let you know how much I had wanted you."

"All's well that ends well. Your pussy was certainly worth waiting for, but 25 years is a long time to wait for anything."

"You still haven't fucked me in the ass. When you're able, show me what you've got while Bitsy explains what she was talking about when she mentioned a rich old geezer."

"Spread those cheeks, Baby. Daddy's gonna give you your birthday present.. Tell her the story, Bitsy, while I try to get my decrepit old prick up for another round.