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Grandpa: After Molly Ch. 01

By: MisterReason



All characters in this story are at least 18 years of age and are figments of the author's imagination.

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Ed Watson, the now 61 year old star of my "Grandpa and Molly" series, returns in this story of a man with an obsession.

Ed had been a married man with a sex life that had been a distant memory until that summer when his granddaughter Molly came to visit. It was a couple of months that changed Ed's life forever in many ways.

His wife Ethel suffered a stroke near the end of that summer, and Molly had returned home to her family when school resumed. Ethel hung on in a near-comatose state until spring, when she mercifully passed away.

Now totally alone, Ed found himself obsessed with resuming his sex life, that had reached a peak with Molly. The problem was that the type of woman Ed was interested in were not very interested in him. Not many 18 year old girls were interested in senior citizens.

Chapter One: Ed on the prowl.

I watched the cashier carefully count out the change into my sweaty hand. I was watching carefully too; admiring the way her tits strained against the fabric of the store's uniform. Good sized tits on her too, and it was a damn shame that the drab garment was so conservatively tailored that I couldn't see any cleavage.

Amanda. That was what the name tag on her left tit claimed. Amanda had dirty blonde hair that was long and frizzy, and the fine down on her forearms was about the same shade. I wondered if her pussy hair was that color too.

"And five is twenty," Amanda chirped. "Thanks very much Mr. Watson."

"Thank you Amanda," I answered. "Have a nice day, pretty one."

I felt like a fool, practically drooling on the poor thing, and my conversation was pretty lame as well. Pretty one? Good grief. Luckily I had reached the age where girls humored me, thinking that I was a harmless old coot. Maybe I was an old coot, but I had something in my pants that was anything but harmless, and all I could think of was what I wouldn't give for a few minutes alone with that cutie.

Shy and innocent and cute. Real cute, and built like - well, they sure didn't make 18 year olds like that when I was young, and if they did, then I must have missed them.

Last time I went in that store, after checking to see that Amanda was on the register, I bought a pack of condoms. Magnum, they called them, for larger men. I got plenty large when I saw Amanda blush as she picked them up to scan them, and she was all jumpy when she tried to put them in the bag, dropping them on the first attempt.

How I wanted to just plop my cock on the counter right then and there, and see what the girl would do. I didn't, of course, but I enjoyed the exchange anyway. The condoms were a waste of money, of course, although I did slide one on later that night to jerk off into it, so it wasn't a total loss.

Now I was driving home, alone, and cursing myself for what I was thinking about as I leered at the cashier, and just about every other female I ran into. 

When I arrived at the farmhouse we had called home for the last 35 years, it seemed even larger and more lonely than ever. Heck, even with Ethel there bitching and moaning at me, it was better than this.

Chapter Two: Phone call from an angel.

That evening I was sitting in the living room, my remote control in one hand and a beer in the other, flicking back and forth between a show that had untalented people trying to sing and another that had idiots eating bug shit for cash, when the phone rang.

"Hi Grandpa!" the voice sang out when I answered. "How are you doing?"

Molly. Sweet Molly. Little blonde pixie with big eyes and tiny tits. The girl that had taken a miserable and celibate old man and turned him into a senior sex fiend. As her bubbly voice continued to fill my ear my cock surged, poking out of the fly of my boxer shorts, which was all that I happened to be wearing at the time. 

"I've been missing you baby," I said with a catch in my voice. "I miss you so much."

"Uh, yeah. I miss you too Grandpa," Molly said in a voice that indicated she was not able to talk. "Dad wants to talk to you - here he is."

As Molly passed the phone to my son, I felt a shiver go down my spine. As he greeted me warmly, I was relieved when the topic of conversation was not something like, "Say Pop, Molly told us you fucked her all last summer."

As it turned out, the subject was me, but it was more along the line of how concerned the family was about me. It seems that word had gotten around that I wasn't handling the loss of my wife very well, and the rest of the family had been speaking about what to do about it.

"We were thinking that it might be a good idea if you had some company," Todd said. "Maybe to help you around the house."

"You mean like a baby sitter?" I said sharply, hoping that he was going to say that he was going to send Molly to live with me again.

"No, Pop," Todd said. "It's just that a big place like yours is a lot for one guy to handle, and without Mom there it must be awfully lonesome. Since you aren't planning on moving into an apartment..."

"No way in hell," I informed my son.

"Since you aren't moving," he repeated for my benefit. "We understand, but anyway, we wanted to know if you would like to have one of your grandchildren to stay with you over the summer vacation?"

"Molly?" I asked hopefully.

"No, Molly's going to Europe for the summer on an exchange program, but Len and Chrissie said that Lindsey would be willing to stay with you after she graduates high school next month."

Our other daughter Chris and her family lived over 700 miles away and we had never been as close to them because of the distance involved. Lindsey? I strained to remember what she even looked like. Little carrot top without her 2 front teeth was all I could remember, but that was a long time ago.

"Well sure, I guess that would be okay," I said.

As we talked, I pondered the possiblities, both pro and con. No more walking around in my underwear with a kid around the house, but it would be nice to have a little company, especially female. Who knows, maybe she got really good looking since the last time I saw her.

"Graduated high school?" I said suddenly. "Geez, how old is she?"

"Eighteen," Todd answered.

"Wow, am I out of touch."

"We never see them much either," Todd admitted. "The only reason I know her age is that Molly is almost a year older than Lindsey is. Well, we'll have Chris call and set things up with you."

After a minute, Todd started to wrap up the call, but then told me to hang on, because Molly wanted to talk to me.

"Grandpa? Wait a sec. Okay, I'm in my room now, so I can talk. Isn't that neat, having Lindsey stay with you?"

"I wanted it to be you," I said lewdly into the mouthpiece. 

"Me too Grandpa," Molly said. "But I have to go to France."

My hand was now wrapped around my cock, slowly pumping it as we talked, as I walked back into the kitchen.

"Do you know Lindsey?"

"No, but Dad says she's nice."

"Not as nice as you Molly," I said breathlessly, reaching over and grabbing the dishwashing liquid off the counter. "Nobody could be."

"We had so much fun," Molly said. "I miss our talks and stuff. Most of all I miss your cock."

"Uhhh," I groaned while squirting a stream of Dawn all over the topside of my erection.

"Are you doing what I think you're doing?" Molly asked, and I grunted the answer. "I have my hand in my panties. Are you jerking off?"

"Yes."

"Oh wow, where are you?"

"Kitchen."

"I wish I was there," Molly whispered. "I wish I was kneeling in front of you, sucking on that big thing like it was a lollypop. Wish I was squeezing your balls."

"Got a boyfriend?" I gasped.

"Yes, he's fun, but he's not like you," Molly said. "He can't get me off like you did. I still dream about your huge cock tearing into me. You were my first and my best. Can you believe that I actually took that gigantic thing of yours in my tiny asshole."

My knees buckled as I orgasmed, my seed spraying all over the linoleum as I moaned into the phone, and I finally had to lean against the sink for support while my dripping dick deflated. 

"Gotta go hang up the phone now Grandpa," Molly said quickly. "Listening to you cum got me so hot I have to get myself off."

Chapter Three: Lindsey's Arrival.

I heard the sound of tires rolling through the gravel driveway, which signaled the arrival of my summer guest. My son Leonard, who I had always considered a bit of a dork, was behind the wheel and our daughter Chris was riding shotgun.

It had been a couple of years since I had seen them. Len looked just as dorky to me as ever, and had gotten a little doughy around the middle to boot. Chris had plumped up a little too, and I was shocked at how big her breasts had gotten, but more shocked at myself for thinking about such a thing.

Lindsey climbed out of the backseat, looking as bored as you might expect from a teenager that's been sentenced to a summer out in the sticks with a Grandpa that she's rarely seen.

Tall drink of water, I noticed immediately. As tall as her father, and maybe a little taller, which wasn't tough with him being about 5'8" or so. She was wearing big round glasses that she kept pushing back up her nose, with frames that matched her hair. Skinny too, or so it seemed. She was wearing a layered top which hid my prying eyes from a proper assessment of what was going on in that region, but the shorts revealed a pair of very pale and bony legs.

They had sent me a picture of Lindsey in her graduation gown, and to me she looked like that woman who played Jack Nicholson's wife in The Shining. Shelly Duvall was her name, as I recall, and I hoped with all my heart that Lindsey wouldn't be as annoying as she was.

Bright red hair. That was what got your attention when you looked at Lindsey, and was obviously a trait that she had gotten from her father. Skin so white she looked almost ghostly, although that would change once she started getting some sun out here. Freckles galore too, at least on her face and around her collarbone. She was no Molly in the looks department, that much was certain.

I greeted them at the door, helping with the suitcases Lindsey had brought. She seemed a little aloof, giving me a brief hug and a peck on the cheek, before wandering off to the back yard.

"Guess Lindsey's not too thrilled about being stuck out here in the middle of nowhere with me," I said to Chris as we watched her check out the field in back of the house.

"No, it's not that, Dad," Chris said.

"Boy trouble," Len offered. "She got in an argument yesterday with this kid she's been going steady with, so she's upset about that. Hope she dumps him. Good riddance, I say. He was a real loser."

You should know, I thought to myself. Chris didn't hit the jackpot with you either. Losing his hair and getting fat - hell, I was in better shape than him and I've got at least 20 years on him.

"He isn't that bad," Chris retorted. "You always think her boyfriends are no good."

"Well, it's tough to be a father of girls," I offered. "I often thought the same way Len does."

"She'll get over it," Chris said. "She was actually pretty excited about coming out here, believe it or not. By nature she's a quiet and shy thing."

"Yeah," Len added. "She talked to Molly on the phone when we first came up with the idea, and I guess Molly must have told her she had fun with you, because since then she's been gung-ho about being here."

"Well, it wasn't all fun," Chris said sadly.

"That's true," I sighed and tried to keep from chuckling at the bizarre events of that fateful evening, when Ethel arrived home early.

I had made a pot of coffee, and now I was sorry I did, because they were dawdling while drinking it, determined to stick around to the very last drop. Had Molly told Lindsey about what we had done together? I wanted so badly to know.

Lindsey was in the middle of the backyard, talking on one of those cell phones everybody but me seems to have, waving her arms around and being very animated. Boy, those were some skinny legs Lindsey had on her, I thought to myself. What was that old song... Skinny Legs and All? Somebody somewhere's gonna love you baby, skinny legs and all. Joe Tex, I think it was, and I guess I show my age in both remembering the obscure song and not being sure about who sang it. 

The more I looked at Lindsey, the more appealing she became to me. She was gangly and awkward looking to be sure, and she had sparkling white teeth that were too big for her face, but I loved those freckles. Made her look younger than she was. Wonder where the freckles stopped, or if they did?

"Dad?" Chris said, for what might not have been the first attempt to wake me out of my daydream.

"Sorry," I grinned sheepishly. "Just watching Lindsey talking on her phone there."

"That damn thing," Len muttered. "I was hoping it wouldn't work way out here."

"Anyway," Chris said as she rose out of the chair, affording me a peek down her blouse at her cavernous cleavage. "Lindsey can take you to the store, or anything like that that you want her to do. She can drive at night now too, because she just turned 18 last week."

"I know," I replied, having gone through Ethel's address book where she had kept lists of birthdays and the like. "I got her a little ice cream cake in the freezer, and one of those gift cards too."

"Oh that's so sweet Dad," Chris said, giving me a hug. "That was really thoughtful of you. What a wonderful Grandpa you are!"

Chapter Four: Finally gone.

Len and Chris pulled out of the driveway, returning the wave I gave them, and headed down the road. They had spoken to Lindsey in the backyard, and she had managed to put down the phone long enough to give them kisses and hugs that looked painful to her, before letting them head back to the car by themselves. Kids.

I puttered around the kitchen for a few minutes, setting the little ice cream cake on the table and putting out a couple of plates and spoons. Lindsey eventually wandered in, and smiled when she saw the pathetic attempt at a birthday party.

"Happy birthday Lindsey!" I announced when she came into the kitchen.

She seemed embarrassed but sat down with me and had some cake. Lindsey opened the corny card I had gotten for her and looked pleased at the gift card to a national chain store, which I considered a minor victory.

"I know you must hate being away from your friends and everything," I said while clearing up the kitchen table, and was pleased when Lindsey helped without my asking.

"No, this is okay," Lindsey said, tossing her head back and letting her wavy red hair fly behind her.

I surveyed her as she rinsed off the plates over at the sink. Her shirt had large sweat stains under the arms and along her backbone, and she was clearly not dressed for the balmy day we were experiencing.

"Sorry we don't have air conditioning," I said, attempting to start a conversation. "You must be awfully hot in that blouse."

"Yeah, well, I guess it's safe. Now that they're gone I mean."

With that Lindsey began unbuttoning her blouse, and in an instant was pulling it off. As the blouse came off, a whole lot of my questions were answered. 

Chapter Five: Lindsey unwrapped.

Where to begin? Lindsey looked nervously at me as she took her blouse off, watching for my reaction, and I fought to keep a calm exterior while trying hard not to look. I might have pulled off the placid demeanor, but the more I tried not to look, the more spastic I became.

Lindsey was wearing a bright yellow tank top, and obviously nothing underneath. Her breasts were small and cone shaped, wiggling as she moved, and the outline of her nipples showed through the cotton fabric. 

The freckles were everywhere; all over her shoulders and neck, and they coated the outsides of her slender arms as well. She was so skinny that her little breasts, small enough that they would look lost on an fuller sized frame, looked more prominent on her.

"Is it alright for me to dress like this around here? Mom would throw a fit if she saw me like this with no bra on."

"Uh, sure, it's fine." 

"You're right Grandpa," Lindsey said. "It is really hot in here."

It was certainly alright if she wore things like that around the house, I assured Lindsey as I tried to tear my eyes off of her before she found out how perverted I was on the very first day.

"Looks like you don't get a lot of sun," I noted as I dried the cleaned dishes Lindsey handed me.

As I nodded toward her rail-thin arms, which were pale white beneath the swarm of freckles, my eye caught something I hadn't been expecting. Peeking out of the fold of her upper arm, almost neon in its brightness against the yellow blouse backdrop, burnt orange hairs sprouted out as if trying to escape.

When Lindsey saw what I was looking at, she slowly lifted her arm. Presumably done to wipe her brow with the back of her hand, the action afforded me an equisite and close-up view of the thick tuft of hair that seemed to erupt from cavernous valley of her armpit. The stark paleness of the insides of her arm made the bright fur seem even more brilliant.

"Damn!" I said as the plate fell from my shaky hands and, after bouncing off the edge of the sink, shattered after hitting the floor.

Red-faced, I knelt to pick up the pieces of the plate, thinking of what Ethel would have done if it had been her helping me to clean up the mess. Oh well, at least she wouldn't be needing a plate anymore, I figured.

"Sorry Grandpa," Lindsey said as we got up from the floor. "I didn't mean to... I mean... Molly said you liked that."

Chapter Six: Comforting Lindsey.

Lindsey had backed away from me after saying that sentence, the words that sent a chill down my spine, and went out the back door and into the yard, clearly shaken.

"Lindsey - wait!" I called out to her. "It's okay."

I think that she took my curse, and the fact that my face was beet-red from the exertion of a 61 year-old guy kneeling down, as signs I was mad. Hell, I didn't care about the dish. 

The other thing, the part about Molly, did disturb me. They had talked, Molly and Lindsey. About what, and how much Molly had talked, were the unknown factors that raced through my mind.

Clearly, in retrospect, Lindsey's casual raising of her arm was no accident. If it was an attempt to get my attention or gauge my interest, I guess that my turning into a butterfingered, spasming buffoon at the sight of her unshaven armpit answered that question pretty well.

That could have been the only thing that had come from Molly, I hoped, knowing that wasn't likely. Maybe she just casually mentioned that I had commented on Molly's little wisps of hair she had under her arms when she had visited us last year. Maybe that was all she had said. Doubtful, but maybe. The one thing I knew was that I had to find out, and soon.

I loitered around the kitchen as the afternoon became evening, looking out the window at the field and wondering what had become of Lindsey. It was just about when I was going to head out to find her when I saw her heading up from the slope that led to the creek down near the railroad tracks.

So as not to make her feel I had been waiting for her, I went into the living room when she reached the back porch. I noticed she had been carrying a bunch of wildflowers, and after I heard the screen door creak softly, I waited a minute before joining her.

Lindsey looked up as I entered the kitchen, and gave me a nervous smile as she arranged the flowers in a vase on the table.

"Found these down by the creek," Lindsey said as she stepped away from the table. "Hope it was okay to pick them."

"Sure," I told her. "They look beautiful too."

As beautiful as you are, I almost said, but thought better of it. Lindsey wasn't beautiful, at least in the classic sense. She was tall, skinny and awkward, at least now. Chances were that she would grow into a truly beautiful woman before long, but for now she only appealed to degenerates like me.


Grandpa: After Molly Ch. 01



"Sorry about the plate, Grandpa," Lindsey blurted out suddenly, biting her lip and crossing her arms over her adorable little titties, probably as a result of my staring.

"Nonsense, Lindsey," I said from the other side of the table. "I dropped the darned thing, not you."

"Think maybe I caused it though," Lindsey said, pawing the lineoleum with her foot. "Not really good at a lot of things."

I didn't know what she meant, and I assured her that she was a smart and talented girl. Even good at flower arrangements, I noted.

"No, I mean at stuff that I should know more about at my age."

"What stuff?"

"Brad - he's my boyfriend. He was my first real boyfriend, if you know what I mean."

"He's a lucky guy," I said with a smile.

"If you think I'm ugly now, you should have seen me before the last couple years," Lindsey said with a nervous giggle. "Braces... acne... yuk!"

"I don't know where you get the idea that you're ugly," I told her. "You're a very pretty girl."

"You're my Grandpa, so you have to say things like that."

Lindsay came from around the table and gave me a hug. I tried to keep my crotch away from contacting Lindsey as she put her arms around my neck and kissed me on the cheek, because I was as hard as a rock. The press of her little cones against me was no help either.

"Maybe I'm not ready for some things," Lindsey concluded as she went off to her room. "Some things are a lot different thinking about them then actually doing them." 

Chapter Seven: After Dinner.

We had a very quiet dinner, and Lindsay had slipped a blouse over that tank top, but if that was designed to cool my jets it didn't work. The shirt was open, and what I couldn't see I was able to imagine.

Lindsey had gone to her room, and when I went past the door I could hear her chatting on the phone, probably to her boyfriend. I went back downstairs and had a drink, and then had another, having developed a habit of a couple of belts of Chivas Regal before retiring for the evening.

Going back upstairs, I went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Having taken to not using the regular light in favor of the dimmer night light, I found the semi-darkness made the shower a more relaxing experience, and that's what I needed most right about then.

I paused in front of the mirror, sucking my tummy in a bit, and took inventory of myself. Six foot four, and about 200 pounds - well, maybe 210. Thick mat of grey hair on my chest, and not in bad shape for a guy in his 60's, I thought.

My cock. My hand strayed to the limp hose that dangled between my legs. Never gave it much thought over the years, I had to admit. Ethel never thought anything of it, which figured, because I was her first and only.

The guys I'd seen in porn movies were built like me - John Holmes and the like, so I never gave it much thought. Never spent much time looking at other men either, so despite what you might think, I never thought I was out of the ordinary until Molly came into my life.

"What difference did it make how big the damn thing was if you never used it?" I said to myself before letting go of myself and stepping into the shower.

The warm spray was very soothing, but eventually my mind wandered to Lindsey and our brief episode in the kitchen earlier. I soaped my crotch with increasing enthusiasm as I pictured what Lindsey would look like naked, and soon all thought of cleaning was abandonded in favor of pumping my erection in my fist.

Those little titties... what did they look like unwrapped? Her pussy? If her armpits were any indication, she must have a big dense bush on her. I imagined her kneeling in front of me, taking my cock in her mouth, and it what in a matter of seconds that my cum spurted out of me and down the drain while I leaned against the shower wall for support.

I stood there under the spray until the hot water started to run out, causing me to turn of the shower and step out into the foggy room. I dried myself, ashamed of myself and at what I had become; which was too often a perverted and chronically masturbating old man. As I pulled on my bathrobe and glanced over toward to door, I saw the hall light under the door, and what appeared to be the shadow of someone on the other side.

Moving quickly I made the two steps toward the door, jerking it open quickly. As the door flew open, I was startled to see Lindsey stumbling as she slipped on the throw rug in the hallway.

"Lindsey!" I called out as she took the quick turn into her room and slammed the door behind her.

I straightened the rug before walking over to Lindsey's door. Knocking first, I then tried the doorknob, finding it locked.

"Lindsey honey," I said while knocking lightly on the wood. "Please. We have to talk."

Chapter Eight: Curious Lindsey.

"You can't stay in there all summer," I said, giving my voice as light a tone as possible.

This seemed to do the trick, as I heard the shuffling of feet, followed by the lock being undone, and the door swinging open slowly.

Lindsey was fumbling to put on her glasses, and her face was flushed with embarassment. She also looked like she was on the verge of crying too.

"I'm sorry," Lindsey finally said. "You must think I'm a weirdo."

"No, I don't," I said softly, putting my hand on her shoulder, now bare once again with her having shed the outer shirt, and was now clad in the tank top again. "I just wanted to know what you were doing."

"Looking," Lindsey said. "I was - curious."

"Curious about an old man like me?" I said.

"Never seen a real man naked before," she said in a nervous voice. "Molly..."

"Maybe we should discuss what Molly has told you about me," I said after clearing my throat, and I kissed the top of her head while cuddling against her. "It's okay."

"Well, she told me some stuff about when you and her were alone," Lindsey said. "She told me how you shaved her underarms for her, and how it was so sexy and junk. That's why I let my hairs grow - because she said that you liked it that way."

"She did?" I said with a sinking feeling.

"Yeah - please don't tell her I told you this."

"I won't, honey."

"She also told me about your... thing."

"My thing?" I asked. "What about my thing?"

"She said it was big. Real big," Lindsey said. "Never seen nobody's but Brad's, and I thought his seemed big, but it isn't like the way she described yours."

"I don't think that matters very much," I told her. "Important thing is that he's nice to you and you like him."

"He's not," Lindsey said. "Sometimes he's really mean to me."

"Well, that's not good," I said softly, my hand still rubbing her bony shoulder while I tried to look down her top. "A pretty girl like you should be treated like a queen. I know that if I were your boyfriend that's what I'd do."

A hint of a smile appeared at the corner of Lindsey's mouth and she gave a little nod.

"So you were curious about your old Grandpa," I said in returning to the topic of the original conversation. "That's why you were looking through the keyhole?"

"Couldn't see anything," Lindsey said as she looked down and blushed. "It was dark and foggy."

"Oh," I said. "Well, there's nothing wrong with being curious. I'm curious about you too. You know - what you look like without clothes."

"You are?"

"Of course I am, honey. You being so pretty and all. If you want to see what I look like naked, I'd be happy to show you."

Lindsey's breathing sounded like a locomotive as she stood trembling next to me. 

"Okay," she said meekly.

"I'm no Rock Hudson," I said as I opened my bathrobe, and realizing she probably had no idea who that was, added, "Or Brad Pitt."

I pulled my bathrobe off my shoulders and stood there naked, sorry that I had gotten myself off in the shower, because I was limp as a noodle. Lindsey's head turned shyly over to me, but her eyes never strayed above my waist, and when she caught sight of my cock she made a choking sound and almost lost her balance.

"Omigod," Lindsey whispered as she seemed she was trying to look away but couldn't.

"Here baby," I said, and reached down for her hand, bringing it over to my crotch. "Hold it for me."

Her shaking hand touched the flaccid tube very tentatively, and I cupped her hand around it for her.

"Give it a pull now - that's it."

Her freckled hand lifted my cock like it was radioactive. Lindsey's pale fingers were unable to get all the way around it, and despite my age and everything else, I knew it was on the way to becoming even thicker.

"That feels so good, Lindsey. You like doing this to me? Bet your boyfriend likes it when you do this to him, doesn't he?"

"Yeah, but yours is so - I can't believe it. Yours is way bigger than Brad's, and it isn't even hard."

"It would be hard, except I did something in the shower," I disclosed to Lindsey. "Seeing you in the kitchen. The way you looked. You know, when you showed me your underarm hair, and I could see how nicely developed your breasts were? I got so excited that I had to masturbate, and when I did, I was picturing you in my mind."

"Does that bother you? Me saying that?" I asked her. "Me thinking about how pretty and sexy you looked?"

Lindsey mouth opened, and I thought she said no, but it was inaudible. She just stared at my cock in her hand and kept tugging on it very deliberately.

"Does it get even bigger, when it's hard?" Lindsey asked after clearing her throat.

"A little," I lied, knowing that if I managed to have her keep going she'd have about twice as much to handle. "Do you want to see it get hard?"

Lindsey nodded solemnly, and I reached over to her dresser, grabbing the bottle of lotion that was sitting there.

"I don't know if I can get hard again so soon after cumming, but I think I might be able to if you took your blouse off for me. I would really love to see your breasts."

Lindsey stopped pulling on my cock and took the bottom of her blouse in her hands, pausing for a second while looking up at me.

"They're kinda small and funny looking," Lindsey confided to me. "Brad calls them my banana boobies. See?"

Lindsay slowly lifted her top up, exposing her titties to me. Even more pale that the rest of her, they stood out because the freckles stopped where her breasts began. They were small and I could see what she meant about them being banana-like, because they were thin and hung down a little. The ends of the tubes were all aureola and nipple, the huge pink blossoms so out of proportion to the breasts they capped.

"They're beautiful," I said.

"Are they as nice as Molly's?" Lindsey asked nervously.

"Every bit as nice," I assured her, adding, "Yours are bigger too."

"Really?" Lindsey said in surprise. "All my friends have bigger ones than me."

"Well, your breasts are just wonderful, and your nipples are breathtaking."

"Brad says I need implants," Lindsey said.

"Nonsense," I told her. "They're the most amazing breasts I've ever seen, and they're going to fill out nicely as you get older. Can I?"

My hand came up and cupped her breast, which was very soft and pliant, and the bud all but disappeared in my palm.

"They feel so nice too," I said, shaking some lotion onto my cock and working it in to the stiffening flesh. "Do you like it when I play with your breasts?"

Lindsey nodded as she watched me kneading her tit, and I took her hand again and brought it down to my cock.

"See how sexy I think you are?" I asked Lindsey, and when she looked down and saw that I was putting her hand on a cock that was almost stiff, I saw her whole body quiver.

"Oooooh that's so good," I groaned as her hand ran up and down the length of my greased cock. "You're making me so hard. See how big you made your Grandpa? You can use both hands on it if you want."

Lindsey's lips were moving, almost as if she was having a conversation with herself, and I moved in, hoping she wasn't trying to talk herself out of what she was doing. 

"Can't help wondering," I said in a voice that was almost a moan. "I saw out in the kitchen that you've got so much hair under your arms, and I was just wondering if you had a lot of hair between your legs too?"

My hand snaked over to her shorts, but as I did, Lindsey stepped away from me, leaving me standing there with my erection swaying in front of me.

"I can't, Grandpa!" Lindsey said tearfully. "I'm scared!" 

Too fast, too soon, I realized, feeling guilty as I looked over at Lindsey, her hands over her chest and shaking.

"I'm sorry Lindsey," I said quietly. "You're just so beautiful that I couldn't help myself."

"It's okay," Lindsey said, and after a moment of silence and nervously shifting from foot to foot, pushed her glasses back up her nose and said, "Don't worry Grandpa. I'll take care of you, because I know how dangerous it is."

"Huh?"

"I'll do the - you know, for you," Lindsey said as she made a jerking motion with her hand. "Brad told me how dangerous it is when a girl gets a guy excited and he doesn't get relief."

"Oh yes, right," I said, chuckling inside at the nerve of the little con man. "Should I lay down?"

Chapter Nine: Lindsey Lends a Hand.

I laid down across the bed, putting my bathrobe underneath me as I reclined. Lindsey sat next to me on the bed, and then sprang back up to grab the hand lotion before kneeling back down beside me.

"Heavy," Lindsey said, letting out a nervous giggle while pulling my cock up off my stomach and holding it upright. With her other hand she hefted my balls before putting that hand on the base of my cock.

"Mmmmm - that's nice," I told her as she slowly began sliding her hands up and down the shaft, and I regained whatever stiffness I had lost during our little drama earlier.

"Brad says I'm really good at hand jobs," Lindsey said, with a little pride in her voice.

"I think he's right, honey."

Indeed she was, and I assumed that this girl got this talent from lots of practice. Her hands rotated a little as they went up and down my cock, going all the way up to the tip of the crown before spinning downward.

"Yours is like holding a baseball bat," she remarked, suddenly getting a little chatty as she jacked me off. "Brad's dick - if I hold his in my one hand all you can see is the head of it."

I groaned as Lindsey began churning her hands, and I fought back the orgasm that threatened to come way before I wanted it to.

"Sorry," Lindsey said, misinterperting my moan. "I didn't mean it in a bad way. Guess I'm making you feel bad talking this way about your thing. It's really neat that it's so big."

"No, honey," I gasped. "I like the way you're talking, and I'm glad you like my cock. Do you ever put your boyfriend's cock in - your mouth?"

"Ummmm - yes," Lindsey said reluctantly.

"I'll bet he likes that, doesn't he?"

"Yeah."

"If you want to, you can put mine in your mouth," I said, and I sensed this was a step she wasn't ready for, so I quickly retreated.

"It's okay if you don't want to do that tonight," I assured her. "What you're doing now feels very nice."

"How about if I just... kiss it instead?"

"Sure honey," I eagerly said. 

I looked down at my glistening cock, the veins practically pulsating as she held it reverently in her hands, and watched Lindsey bow her head and pucker her lips.

As her mouth made contact with the head of my cock, I felt the coolness of her lips on the bulb, which had changed from a bland beige to an angry reddish-purple as a result of Lindsey's handiwork.

"That felt nice," I said gratefully of the timid effort. "That wasn't so bad, was it? Why don't you give it a little lick now, honey. Right along the opening."

I reached up and ran my hand through Lindsey's wavy hair, and as I did I gently eased her head back down. After a pause, and a couple of anxious looks at me, to my delight she bowed her head and ran her tongue from the cleft at the bottom of the head, all the way up the opening.

"Ooooh!" I wailed, and although it had felt great, it was the sight of the string of precum that hung onto her tongue as she pulled her head back up, ending up on her chin, that really did it for me.

"Harder honey!" I said, the orgasm ready to erupt and me unable and unwilling to hold it back any longer. "Squeeze it tighter!"

Her hands began pistoning up and down my cock as fast as she could manage, and my vision got blurry as I came, but I managed to watch my seed spurt out of my tortured cock before I fell back onto the bed and enjoyed the rest of my orgasm wash over me.

Lindsey kept yanking on me long after my cum stopped flowing, and I raised myself back up on my elbows to watch Lindsey still pulling on my now flaccid member.

"Like it when it's rubbery like this," Lindsey said shyly, and I looked as her semen-coated hands slow down and give it one last pull. "Stretch Armstrong!" she said with a giggle.

I laughed along with her even though I didn't have the slightest idea who he was.

"Thank you honey," I said as I ran my hand up and down her freckled arm. "Did you like doing that to me?"

"Yeah," Lindsey said meekly.

"Did it make you excited?"

"Uh... a little, I guess."

"You know," I said, "If you ever want to show me the rest of your body, I would love to see it."

"Maybe."

"It's fun when both the man and woman get pleasure, and if you feel excited inside and want me to help, there are a lot of ways I can make you happy too," I said while sliding my hands up Lindsey's arm and running my fingers under her arm briefly, finding the damp hair surprisingly wiry to the touch. "Ways that Brad might not even know about."

"Maybe," was her only response.

"Okay honey, good night" I said as I got myself upright with considerable effort. "I love you baby."

I kissed her on the cheek and grabbed my bathrobe before heading for the door.

"I love you too, Grandpa."

Chapter Ten: Reading in bed.

Reading might be a bit of an exaggeration, because what I was really doing was holding a book up in front of me as my mind replayed what had happened an hour or so ago, I was amazed at how sexy Lindsey had become in my eyes. If someone had ever told me that that a skinny red head with glasses, big teeth and hair under her arms would make me practically feral, I would have thought they were crazy.

I was just getting ready to click off the light and try to get some sleep when I heard the floorboards in the hallway squeak. Lindsey probably heading to the bathroom was my assumption, but the sounds got closer and closer. Finally, a tap on the door, followed by a loud whisper.

"Grandpa?"

"Come in Lindsey," I called out, and I swung my feet off of the bed as Lindsey came into the room.

She was wearing a cute little yellow nightie that got my attention, but she had a troubled look on her face, and I was concerned that something was amiss.

"What is it, honey?" I asked. "What's wrong?"

"When you said I was pretty before, and sexy - did you really mean it?"

"Of course I did, Lindsey," I assured her. "You're a very beautiful young lady."

"Nobody ever said that to me before," Lindsey said. "I like the way that makes me feel. Remember when you asked me if I had a lot of hair between my legs?"

Biting her lip and fidgeting, Lindsey slowly grabbed the hem of her thigh-high nightie and lifted it up with painful slowness, until the garment was up around her waist.

"See, Grandpa?"

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Hope you enjoyed the story, which may continue if readers would like.



Grandpa: After Molly Ch. 02



In Part 1, Grandpa made a move on his 18 year old granddaughter, Lindsey. While Lindsey is not nearly as physically enticing as his other granddaughter, he quickly developed an intense lust for her, which then took some baby steps toward fruition.

Now Lindsey tries to overcome her fears, and Grandpa Ed wants to help.

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Chapter One: See.

I swollowed hard as Lindsey lifted the little yellow nightie, exposing first her long and impossibly skinny legs, ghostly pale except for the sprinkling of freckles on her thighs.

Then the nightie went up higher, with Lindsey clutching it tightly as she held it up to her waist. Her flaming, burnt orange bush was every bit as full and thick as I had figured it to be, the wide triangle fanning out beyond her delta and growing slightly on the insides of her thighs.

"Is it hairy enough for you, Grandpa?" Lindsey asked timidly, looking hopefully to me for approval.

"It's beautiful, Lindsey," I told her while I inched my butt onto the edge of the bed. "Come closer, dear. Let Grandpa get a good look."

Lindsey took the two steps to reach my bedside, and she was now so close I could smell her pussy. The thick, musky odor filled my head and drove me a little crazy.

"Everybody says I'm too hairy down there."

"Who does, honey?" I asked, wanting to reach my hand out to touch her but not wanting to scare the jittery girl.

"Brad," Lindsey said while making a face, referring to her boyfriend, a kid that I was developing an intense dislike for despite never having met him. "And Mom too. She made me shave the hairs that were sticking out from the sides of my bathing suit."

"Yes, I see," I said, noting the faint stubble visible outside of the untrimmed triangle. "Can I touch you?"

Lindsey nodded, and so I slowly reached over and touched her bush. The hair was as wiry as the rest of her hair was; so much so that it made my hand spring back a little as I probed the dense growth.

"Beautiful," I concluded.

"Mom says I got being hairy from her, because she's hairy too," Lindsey replied. "But you know that, I guess."

"How would I know that?" I asked.

"Well, didn't you and her - you know?"

"No!" I said with a little indignation, before realizing that I had no right to act offended. When you start playing around with your granddaughter, you lose all rights to take the moral high ground. 

"Oh, I figured..."

"No, honey. Besides, you're so much attractive than she was at your age," I said, wanting badly to change the subject. "Oh my, I can feel how wet you are. Were you playing with yourself before you came in to see me?"

Lindsey nodded as I slid my hand up and down between her legs, feeling her rather prominent labia through the fur, and reveling in the wetness that surrounded her opening.

"It feels nicer when you do it, Grandpa," Lindsey said. "That really made me horny when I jerked you off. Your cock is so incredible. I couldn't believe how big you are. I love that vein that goes all the way down the shaft. Do you want to - you know? Fuck me?"

"No, Lindsey," I said while bristling at the word coming from her lips. "Not tonight. Grandpa's worn out from the fun we had before."

Two hand jobs in less than two hours had taken the starch out of me, and although my cock was twitching, I knew I couldn't get it up again so fast no matter how excited I was. The look on Lindsey's face was a mixture of disappointment and relief.

"Here honey," I said, sticking my right leg out. "Sit on my leg - that's it."

Lindsey straddled my bare leg, easing her pussy down onto my thigh. The coarse hairs pricked my leg as I felt the wetness seep out of her.

"Why don't you take that cute nightie off for me," I suggested to Lindsey, who still held the bottom of the garment in her clenched hands. "Let me get a good look at you."

Lindsey did as I asked, lifting the nightie up over her head, exposing her pale and freckled body in its entirety. Her titties were right next to my face, so I leaned forward and took the plump aureola in my mouth while I reached over and began squeezing the other spongy cone.

"Do like this," I instructed Lindsey, having her move her body on my leg so that in effect she was humping my thigh. Lindsey caught on quickly, and was soon vigorously moving her pussy back and forth on my leg.

A dreamy look covered her face as she did this, and I stopped her when she started to take her glasses off.

"Leave those on for me, will you honey?" I asked, having grown fond of the way she looked in them. "Raise your arms up, dear. Put your hands behind your head so I can see all of you. I'll hang on to you so you won't fall."

Lindsey complied, and as I went back to sucking on her tits, I was afforded a close-up view of the tufts of hair that filled the cavernous hollows of her armpits. Certainly nothing like the little patch of hairs Molly had under her arms, and as I watched a trickle of sweat run from the thick jungle, I couldn't decide whether Lindsey would look better with or without the fur. 

Lindsey started to hump my leg harder and faster when my mouth slid over from her tit to her armpit, and she really started to grind into me when my tongue went to work under her arm. Whimpering and gasping, she wiggled as my hands held her fully visible rib cage, allowing me to lick and chew on her sensitive underarms, and I didn't stop until I sensed she was nearing an orgasm. 

"Here Lindsey," I said as I lifted her off of my leg and eased her onto the bed, the dazed look on her face looking just as erotic as the way she was reeling around. "Let Grandpa make you really happy."

With that, I parted her skinny thighs and lowered my face into the burnt orange triangle that guarded her womanhood. The fur felt coarse against my cheeks as I dipped my tongue into her steamy opening.

Bringing my arms around her hips and holding her close, I began lapping her pussy like a starving puppy. My tongue found her clitoris and I began flicking at it relentlessly. Lindsey began squealing and wiggling around on the bed, legs flailing around in the air while she tore at the bedding with her hands.

She practically levitated off the bed as she came the first time, and the pungent smell of her pussy, now combined with her screams of pleasure, were intoxicating to me. I continued to orally assualt her tender clit until she came again, a tamer and milder orgasm that left her limp and splayed on the soggy bedding.

I lifted my head from between her legs, taking a long gaze at the way the hair seemed to continue to flourish well down below her pussy, and also admiring the faint little trail of hairs that wound their way up from the bush and on up to just below her belly button.

Lindsey was still trying to catch her breath as I crept up alongside of her. Her face was flushed and her glasses were twisted around on her head so that the right lens was below that eye and the left lens was above the other. She looked like she was in a state of shock.

"Was that good for you, Lindsey?"

"Oh Grandpa!" Lindsey said, reaching up to hug me around the neck. "I never felt anything like that before."

"I'm glad you liked it," I said while returning the hug. "Haven't you ever had an orgasm before?"

"I don't think so," Lindsey said. "At least not like that. That was like - Wow!"

"Please put your thing in me," Lindsey hissed into my ear. "I want it so bad. I'll make it hard again for you, I promise. Just tell me what to do. I'll do anything to make it hard again. I mean that too."

Lindsey had snaked her hand into my boxer shorts, and was trying to milk some life back into it.

"Tomorrow, honey," I said gently but firmly, removing her hand from my shorts. "Go back to bed now, so we can get some rest."

Lindsey made a whining sound but got off of the bed and trudged to the door before remembering her nightie. I was treated to the sight of her long and lithe form one last time as she retrieved the nightie, and then she disappeared after saying good night.


Chapter Two: Dreaming.

I was having the most wonderful dream. My cock was being coaxed out of my boxer shorts, and then the head of it was being licked. I felt myself getting hard as the licking turned into sucking, and despite the sensation of teeth scraping against the ridge of the sensitive glans, I was soon fully erect.

It wasn't a dream, of course. It was Lindsey. The time was - good grief - 2:30 a.m. and Lindsey had apparently decided to pay me a nocturnal visit. Now she was kneeling next to me, trying to suck my cock. I made a noise that suggested I was still asleep and rolled onto my back a little more, spreading my legs to give her better access to me.

"Grandpa?" Lindsey whispered. "You awake?"

Not getting a response from me, she went back to trying to give me head. I was too tired to want to get involved in anything with the girl at this hour, but it felt far too good for me to pull her off and send her back to her room. Besides, it was enjoyable listening to her, as she was making little choking noises whenever she managed to get much more than the head of me into her mouth.

Lindsey kept it up for over 10 minutes, her lips sliding up and down the crown while her fist pumped the shaft slowly. Periodically, she would call out my name to see if I was awake, but I kept still, or at least as quiet as I could.

I couldn't help but let out a groan when I felt her hand slide down and grab my balls, and when she started to knead my sack, my cock tingled, and to my surprise, I came. Lindsey choked as I spurted my seed into her mouth, but kept going like the trouper she was until my cock went limp again.

I heard Lindsey spitting out my cum, which I took as an insult, but when I felt it drop down on my deflated dick and she began to run her tongue up and down the underside of my flaccid cock as it lay back on my stomach, I forgave her. She kept licking it for I don't know how long, because I eventually allowed myself to drift off to sleep. 

It was a few hours later when I woke up again, with the sun peeking in through the curtains and warming me and the pale freckled girl who was snuggled up next to me. I brushed a stray red hair from her face as I looked at Lindsey. So sweet and innocent, and even more so without her glasses, which were now on the night table..

"Morning Grandpa," Lindsey squeaked, her eyes opening very slightly.

"What are you doing in here?" I asked.

"I snuck back in later," Lindsey said. "You wanna know what I did?"

I told her that I did indeed what to know, and she whispered in my ear while her hand grabbed what had become her favorite toy.

"I sucked your dick while you were sleeping."

I feigned shock at hearing this, and told her I couldn't believe it.

"I did," Lindsey said excitedly. "Your dick was soft when I started, but I sucked on it and made it real hard, just like before. Then you shot your goo in my mouth."

"Can't believe I slept through that," I said in wonder. "Did you like it when I came in your mouth?"

"Tasted kinda yucky," Lindsey admitted. "Better than Brad's though. His tastes like broccoli and I hate broccoli. Wish I could get more of yours into my mouth, because you would probably like it better that way."

"Well, I guess I must have liked it okay," I reminded her.

"I guess," Lindsey said. "I'll keep trying and maybe I'll get used to how big it is. I can put all of Brad's in my mouth even when it's hard."

"That's nice dear," I said, thinking that it was way too early for this conversation, and I didn't want to hear about Lindsey doing anything with this goofy kid anyway.

"Tonight, right Grandpa?" Lindsey said as my aching body got out of bed and headed to the bathroom.

"Yes, honey," I replied, trying to figure out if I would have any energy for that, although when I looked back at Lindsey's naked body I knew that I would find a way.

"I'm excited," Lindsey said as I left the room. "Scared, but excited." 

Chapter Three: The clock ticks.

Fortunately I had a lot of work around the house to do, so I kept busy all day. My hands were not nearly as active as my mind was, however, so no matter how Lindsey had gotten on my nerves earlier that morning, by the time dinner time rolled around I was more than ready.

Dinner was a tense affair, and Lindsey had become much more nervous that she had been earlier that morning. Afterward, as she washed the dishes at the sink, I came up behind her. Wrapping my arms around her, I kissed her neck, making her shiver.

"I'm going to take a shower," I whispered in her ear. "You can join me if you want. If not, I'll see you later."

Lindsey nodded, and my hands, seemingly out of my control, slid up and cupped her breasts. I kneaded the spongy cones roughly, while grinding my crotch into her backside.

"I want you so bad," I groaned, and Lindsey's knees buckled as I ground myself into her.

I stepped away, leaving Lindsey hanging onto the countertop, and headed for the shower. Lindsey didn't join me, which was not unexpected, and just as well because I was really getting more horny with every passing moment.

Chapter Four: It's Time.

By the time I got out of the shower, I was nearly out of my mind with lust. I was light-headed as I dried myself off, and was still damp when I couldn't wait any longer and went to Lindsey's room, but the room was empty.

Lindsey was sitting on the edge of my bed when I went in, and she nervously rose when I entered the room. She was naked, and made no effort to hide her tall, skinny torso from my eyes.

"Did you want me to - you know - take a shower first?" Lindesy said in a shaky voice.

"No honey," I said, letting my robe fall back off my shoulders and onto the floor behind me as I walked toward her, leaving me as naked as she was. "You look so beautiful," I added while my hand went down to my cock, stretching the flaccid hose as I drooled over Lindsey.

"You smell nice, Grandpa," Lindsey whispered as I hugged her, my cock beginning to stiffen as it ground into Lindsey's bush, and to my surprise Lindsey lifted my arm and kissed my armpit.

"I liked it when you did that to me last night," Lindsey shyly added after giving the hairs a lick.

"I did too," I offered, shivering a little as Lindsey nibbled away. "I think we'll shave your underarms tomorrow so I can see what they look like smooth. Would you like me to do that?"

"Sure Grandpa," Lindsey said. "Molly said that she loved it when you shaved her pits. Was she as hairy as me?"

"No honey," I said chuckling as I recalled the tiny wisps of hair under Molly's arms that had gotten our relationship started, and I resisted the urge to tell Lindsey that not many were as hairy as she was. "I've got to admit that you're very sexy like this."

After kissing the inside of Lindsay's arm and burying my face into her slightly musky pit, I eased her back onto the bed. Kneeling beside her, I parted her legs with my hands and ran my fingers along her pouting labia, the opening clearly defined by her wetness.

My index finger slid inside of Lindsey, causing her to gasp in surprise. Her pussy was incredibly tight - so much so that it took a lot of working to get in inside of her. Lindsey writhed as my finger wiggled around in her pussy, and her hand reached up to grab my cock, which was now almost erect.

"Just suck on the head of it, baby," I instructed Lindsey in a soothing tone, not wanting to end up cumming too soon. "That's it."

I had to look away at the sight of that cute freckled face, because seeing her with her eyes screwed shut and her mouth stretched out wide in order to take in the plum-sized crown, was way too erotic for me to take at this point.

Instead, I began to try to insert another finger into Lindsey's pussy, and found it almost impossible.

"Relax honey," I said in as soothing a voice as I could summon up under the circumstances. "Let your body relax and let me loosen you up some. You're very tight."

Lindsey nodded as her head fell back away from me, and she flinched as my other finger worked its way inside of her, her lips parting to let out a meek whimper of pain. She was getting a little looser as I gently twisted my fingers inside of her, and I was getting too impatient to wait much longer.

"Such a beautiful woman," I whispered roughly, trying to arouse her as my fingers slid in an out of her. "Such amazing nipples you have - here - play with them yourself, honey," I instructed Lindsey as I brought her hand up and watched her pull on her puffy aureola.

"I love your pussy," I gasped as I began to lose control of myself. "So hairy - so tight. You like what I'm doing to you? You want me to put my cock inside of you now?"

Lindsey's body was shaking as she nodded at me, her eyes glazed and her breathing getting more rapid with every passing second.

"Got to have you, honey!" I grunted as I pulled my hand from between her legs and climbed between her parted thighs. I slid the head of my cock up and down her moist opening, the roughness of her bush exciting me even more, and then slipped the tip of my cock into Lindsey and pushed forward.

It was like trying to stick a kielbasa through a keyhole, I thought to myself as I struggled to squeeze myself into her. Lindsey was crying out in pain, but when I asked her if she wanted me to stop she shook her head no violently.

Good thing too, because I don't know if I could have stopped at that point. I pushed and pushed, and then suddenly I felt the head of my cock pop into her.

Lindsey's face was twisted and contorted as her mouth let out a tortured wail when I entered her. Tears were trickling down from the corners of her eyes and toward her ears as I began to move myself inside of her.

So wet and so tight, I thought to myself as I tried to work more of my cock into her with each timid thrust. I tried to block the sound of Lindsey's whimpering from my ears, but couldn't do it.

"Do you want me to stop, baby?" I asked tentatively, desperately not wanting to hear her say that. 

"NO!" Lindsey said loudly with a wild-eyed expression of horror on her face. "Hurts but hurts good. So big... want it... want it all! Don't stop - no matter what!"

Chapter Six: Lindsey gets what she wants.

With that, I began thrusting into Lindsey's pussy with increased intensity. I had about half of my cock inside of her vise-like cunt, and then started to try and work a little more in with each thrust. Lindsey cried out with each probe, feeling my member entering regions her boyfriend apparently never reached, finally feeling myself hit the wall.

She was cumming now, and I tried to close my ears to the sounds. Lindsey clawed at my arms, her eyes bulging out of her head and veins pulsing in her neck, as she thrashed below me. I couldn't continue to look, not wanting to cum just yet, as her vice-like pussy tried to flatten my tool with her orgasm.

Lindsey's body relaxed as her orgasm faded, allowing me to penerate her even further. I was now pounding into her limp body, my sweat splashing down like rain all over Lindsey's body. My head bowed as I took her plump auroela in my mouth and sucked hard on the puffy blossom.

Soon Lindsey was coming again. A much weaker orgasm to be sure, but as she arched her body backward, I could feel her pussy seize me hard. I couldn't wait any longer, and as I slid myself fully into her one last time my cock erupted. I let out a guttural roar as my cock spit out what felt like a massive load of seed inside of her.

After my cock stopped twitching, I pulled myself out of Lindsey and hovered over her with my arms suspending me above her. She looked glassy-eyed, almost like she was in a trance, as I eased myself down next to her on the bed.

Looking over at her, I was beginning to be concerned about Lindsey. Had I hurt her? I wasn't trying to, but had to admit that I wasn't exactly sure about what I had done. Once her pussy had begun undulating on my pecker, everything else was just a blur.




Grandpa: After Molly Ch. 02



Finally, Lindsey lifted her head to face me, her tear-stained face usually so pale but now a ruddy pink. Her voice broke a little at first when she began to speak, but her message was clear.

"That was fucking unbelievable, Grandpa," Lindsey said as her hand reached down and grabbed my spent instrument, pulling on it with an insistent grip. "Fuck me again. I want you to fuck me all night!"

Chapter Seven: Feeling my age.

As it turned out, Lindsey had not been hurt in the least. Quite to the contrary, she seemed to be very interested in more of the same. Her hands and her mouth were all over my flaccid hose, trying to get me ready for action again.

Was I interested? Hell yes! Problem was, that although it would make for an more interesting story were I to spring right back to attention, the fact is that I'm a 61 year old man, and as Lindsey licked and pulled on me impatiently I felt every day of it.


"I want your dick in me again," Lindsey said after an eternity of sweet affection had produced only a slight thickening and lengthing.

Climbing on top of me, Lindsey straddled my cock, which was laying on my stomach, and she began to slowly grind her hairy pussy onto it.

"This feels good, doesn't it Grandpa?" Lindsey said as she rocked slowly on me. "I'm gonna make you hard again if it takes all night. Do you like the way I look when I'm on top of you like this?" Lindsey asked innocently.

"You look breathtaking," I admitted.

"Makes my titties look bigger like this, doesn't it, when I lean forward?" Lindsey asked ehile glancing down at the little cones which swung down in front of her as she moved.

I reached up and cupped the droopy boobs in my palms, kneading them roughly, which caused Lindsey to smile and wiggle a little. Taking those outrageously puffy aureolas between my fingers, I pulled on them hard, and when Lindsey gasped I pulled even harder. This stretched her banana boobs straight out in front of her.

"Ooooh - maybe you'll make them bigger doing that," Lindsay said. "I can feel you. You're getting hard again, aren't you Grandpa.?"

"Quick, honey," I gasped, getting her to raise up a bit so I could stick my semi-erect cock inside her, or at least try to. If I could get that tight pussy clamped down around me, I was certain I could get it up fully again.

It worked. 

"OMIGOD!" Lindsey squealed as she eased down on me. "I know you could get hard again."

It was the sight of Lindsey and those amazing titties that got me erect again, and now it was all I could do to not cum right away by looking at her.

"Feels - even bigger this way," Lindsey gasped between trips rising up and down my cock. "Feels like you're splitting me in two!"

Lindsey's face began contorting wildly, and I felt her pussy contract violently around my cock. I fought back my orgasm as I watched Lindsey cum, her hands clawing at her boobies much like I had just done.

"Did you cum, Grandpa?" Lindsey said, supporting herself with her hands on my chest, her fingers raking the salt and pepper fur that coated my upper torso.

"No, baby," I said. "Let me have you another way."

I eased Lindsey off of me and got her to get on her hands and knees. My hands spreead apart the bony little cheeks of her ass, and I noticed that the thick bush extended way down between her legs, and even her little balloon knot was fringed with the same shade of hair.

"Grandpa!" Lindsey said in shock as my finger gently probed her anus. "Please don't put it in my bottom. You're way too big."

I hadn't planned on doing any such thing, but the fact that she knew about it got my attention.

"Okay honey," I said as my hand went down to her dripping pussy, running my hand through the dense forest.

"Tell me," I said as I got her to raise her bottom higher, and I began sliding my cock along her labia. "Do you let Brad do that?"

"What, Grandpa?"

"Do you let him fuck you in the ass?" I sat, sounding like an animal.

"Yes, he does that to me when he's mad and wants to hurt me," Lindsey said. "I tell him that it hurts but his dick is way smaller than yours, and it doesn't hurt much at all, but I think it turns him on if he thinks it does. I don't think I could fit yours in my bottom anyway, Grandpa. Scary to even think about it."

"You might be surprised. Maybe someday you'll let me try it? I'd be really gentle with you, baby," I suggested hopefully, and when she said nothing, I gave her something to scream about.

I slammed my cock into her pussy from behind roughly, causing her to howl in delight.

"Fuck me with that big dick, Grandpa!" Lindsey spat out loudly. "Fuck me hard."

I took her up on the invitation, noticing that her dirty talk no longer shocked me but instead inflamed me. As I got into the rhythm, Lindsay began thrusting back a little, making the sounds our damp bodies were making echo even louder.

My hands ran over her pale, freckled back, and when I reached around and started to milk her titties, I looked over at our reflection in the dresser mirror.

I looked scary even to myself. My flushed and hairy body glistened as I crouched over my skinny granddaughter like an animal, grunting and panting madly as I pounded into her.

The sight did not make me ashamed. Quite to the contrary. It made me even crazier. I began thrusting into her like a jackhammer, my cock now buried to the hilt with every stroke. Lindsay came, and her arms collapsed under my weight and her excitement, which caused us to uncouple just as I was getting ready to cum myself.

"Cum on my face. All over it." Lindsey said, and when I must have looked as confused as I actually was, she took over.

Lindsey had me kneel beside her face, and she took my beet-red cock in both fists, and while pulling on it wildly, she brought it next to her sweat-streaked face.

"Shoot your cum all over my face," Lindsey said to me, or more precisely, demanded. "I wanna watch your dick squirt!" 

I felt strange trying to do this, but Lindsey seemed quite insistent about wanting me to do it, and the way she was yanking on it I wasn't sure whether she wouldn't pull it clear off if I didn't cum soon.

"Almost there, honey," I groaned as I felt my suddenly reluctant orgasm percolate just out of reach. "Squeeze it harder for your Grandpa - move your hand over the head as you jerk it "

"Watch your dick when it cums!" Lindsey squealed. "Look at your cum when it hits my face. You'll love it!"

I did as she asked, my hand straying down to squeeze my balls to encourage it along. I felt my nuts tighten up, and as I watched a little spray of cum spit out onto Lindsey's cheek, I groaned.

"More Grandpa! More cum!" Lindsey yelled out deliriously, briskly rubbing the tip of my cock on her outstretched tongue, and almost as if acting under her command, my entire body shivered.

Cum squirted out of me like a cannon. Rope after rope of my spunk splayed crazily all over Lindsey's face. Her nose and forehead got got the worst of it, but by the time Lindsey emptied me, her face was pretty much coated.

"WOW!" Lindsey said with delight, smiling wildly as she tried to squint out of her cum-drenched eyes at me.

She bounced out of bed and went over to the mirror, cackling with glee as she surveyed her reflection in the mirror before hopping back into bed.

"What a load, Grandpa!" she exclaimed as she threw her arms around me, kissing me and getting me wet as well. "You're the best!"

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Thanks for reading so far. In Part 3 Grandpa will be back and trying to find ways to keep Lindsey satisfied.



Grandpa: After Molly Ch. 03



In this third installment of the story, Grandpa Ed has now seduced his granddaughter Lindsey into going all the way, although it's not fully clear to him who had actually been the one seduced.

Now that he's turned Lindsey on, he finds he can't turn her off.

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Chapter One: Afternoon daydreaming.

I leaned against the shovel I had been using, taking the opportunity to wipe my dripping brow, and happy for an excuse to take a breather from working in the hot sun. Being 61 was never more obvious to me than today. Everything ached. My back protested every movement, my legs felt heavy and sore, and my shoulders throbbed as well.

All of that discomfort paled in comparison to the way my cock felt. Raw and aching, it had been given such a thorough workout in the few days Lindsey had been around, that it felt like it weighed a ton as it dangled loosely in my boxers.

I didn't really want to work in the yard in the heat of the day, but I knew that if I went inside, Lindsey would be all over me, wanting to either fuck me or suck me. Even my tongue was worn out in my efforts to keep Lindsey satified.

It was a great predicament to be in, I thought to myself as I went back to work. The lithe and lean teenager was crazy about me for some reason, and I knew that despite feeling like I was fixing to die right now, come evening I would be ready have another go at Lindsey. 

Eventually, I needed to go to the bathroom, but figured that it would be best to go behind the barn to do my business, rather than risk a Lindsey meeting. Being out here in the middle of nowhere, privacy was not an issue, so I walked out back and pulled out my trusty member.

I let it hang out, letting the breeze cool it off, and finally gave it a tug or two to get the process started. Keeps taking longer all the time to get the pee flowing, or so it seems, but eventually the faucet got turned on and I began watering the weeds. After what seemed like an endless stream, the flow became a trickle, and I gave my cock a few shakes to end the process. As I did, I heard a giggle from the side of the barn. Lindsey.

"I saw you peeing, Grandpa," Lindsey said as she came out into full view. "Naughty Grandpa."

"Well, nobody out here to see," I said, feeling my face redden as I quickly put myself back in my pants. "Except nosy young ladies."

"That was neat to watch," Lindsey said. 

Lindsey was wearing a tank top and jean shorts, and as she came over toward me, began undoing the clasp on the shorts.

She was wearing nothing underneath, and her flaming red bush was even more dazzling in the bright sunlight. Lindsey kicked the shorts off, and to my shock, spread her legs apart.

Lindsey laughed as I jumped back when she began to urinate right then and there. Pee gushed from between her legs, spraying the ground as I stared in shock at the sight of her going right in front of me. She seemed to enjoy my stunned expression, and although I was in shock, I didn't stop looking either.

"Like to watch that, Grandpa?" Lindsey said as she reached over and grabbed her shorts off the ground. "Gotta go in and wipe."

As she walked bare-assed toward the house, her ghostly pale butt cheeks wiggling a little as she moved, Lindsey stopped briefly to invite me to come inside with her to help with the task, before disappearing from my sight.

"Good grief," I muttered to myself as I waited a few seconds before returning to my shovel, not quite comprehending what had just gone on while acknowledging my confusion was accompanied by my cock stirring slightly.

Chapter Two: Dinner with Lindsey.

I managed to avoid Lindsey until late afternoon, and to my delight she had gotten dinner started when I went in for the day. She had made spaghetti and meatballs, and while I had planned to take a shower before eating, the aroma drew me in.

"Guess I'll hold off on my shower," I said as she began setting the table. "It smells great."

"Just about ready too," Lindsey said. "You can take a shower after dinner, okay?"

"Sure thing," I agreed.

Dinner was uneventful, unless you want to count Lindsey playing footsie under the table with me. The foot rose higher as her long legs allowed her to let her foot slide up to my crotch for a little poking.

After we ate, Lindsey did the dishes. I usually helped her with the task but that inevitably got us rubbing up against each other, and before you know it we were screwing.

I needed a respite. These few days with Lindsey had taken a toll on me. Unlike Molly during her time with me during the previous summer, once was not enough for Lindsey. What ever happened to the shy girl that arrived with her parents? The one that pawed at the carpet and wouldn't so much as look me in the eye?

This Lindsey was positively feral, and now here she was again. She had finished the dishes and had found me in the living room, smiling and looking like she had something up her sleeve.

"Want some dessert, Grandpa?" Lindsey cooed.

The after dinner treat was not on any restaurant menu I'd ever seen, as what the teen was offering was her titties. Lifting her blouse up brazenly, Lindsey exposed her braless breasts to me, shaking her upper torso so that the little boobies wiggled from side to side. Those nipples - those incredibly puffy aureolas, never failed to arouse me. She knew how to get my attention, and I felt some vague stirrings below the belt as I watched her show.

"Whatcha say, Grandpa?"

"Say!" I said, as my eyes caught a glimpse of the hair under Lindsey's arms as she raised them while lifting her shirt. "Weren't we going to give you a little smoothing?"

"OH YEAH!" Lindsey exclaimed with delight. "Yes! What do we need?"

"Get a bowl with warm water in it, and I'll meet you in the bedroom," I instructed Lindsey before heading into the bathroom for the razor and cream.

This would give me a little time to get the blood flowing again, I figured to myself. Maybe kill enough time so that I wouldn't have to endure trying to get my 61 year old cock up for multiple performances. Oh, to be young again. Where had I wasted my youth?

Ethel, I was reminded by the picture of us in the hall. The cold fish that had shut me off for the last few years of her life so that she persue her ultimate love. Bingo. 

Now this was the life, I reassured myself as I came out of the bathroom, trying to get that picture of Ethel out of my head so that I could concentrate on a much more pleasant sight.

Chapter Three: Shaving Lindsey.

"Before you start, Grandpa, I want you to do something," Lindsey said after I positioned her on the bed the way I wanted her. "Take off your pants."

I undid my belt and let my trousers drop to the floor, and then tugged the boxers down as well, kicking the tangle of clothes off to the side. Feeling stupid with just my shirt on, I took that off as well, leaving both of us naked.

"Will your dick get hard while you shave my pits, Grandpa?" Lindsey asked.

"It might, honey," I said, knowing that despite my being tired and sore, doing this was likely going to get me energized once again.

"Cool! I like your dick when it's soft like now too," Lindsey opined. "Really cool the way it swings back and forth when you move. Almost like an elephant's trunk."

I had to laugh at that, and reached down and wiggled it back and forth, pathetically trying to make an elephant sound as I did, which brought a giggle from Lindsey.

I sat down next to the bed and arranged my equipment while Lindsey waited patiently, her right arm extended back toward the headboard. Shaking the can of gel, I ran my fingers through the jungle of fiery red hair that filled Lindsey's cavernous armpit, the wiry spray rough against my touch.

"I sure am hairy, aren't I Grandpa?" Lindsey said as she watched my fingers rake through the lush growth.

"Not for much longer, though," I said before squirting some gel into my palm and rubbing it into Lindsey's armpit.

"Brad will be really pissed when he finds out my pits aren't hairy anymore," Lindsey said, bringing up that twit's name again. "Once I started letting it grow, he really liked it. Says I look like a guy when I lay like this."

While Lindsey's titties did pretty much disappear with her on her back, those puffy blossoms still jutted out nicely, leaving no doubt in my mind as to her gender. 

"Not to me dear," I said as I grabbed the razor, wondering why having your girl look like a guy would be something you'd want. "You're all woman in my eyes."

Staring at the inside of Lindsey pale bicep, I slid the razor slowly down, mowing the foamed-up hair smoothly and methodically. Lindsey made soft cooing sounds as I negotiated her tricky contour of her underarm. Being so slender, her armpit was a deep pocket that required a deft touch, and I was glad that I had gotten to be so proficient at this.

Before of the incredible density and volume of the growth, I had to go over it a second time, but when I at last finished, Lindsey's armpit was a smooth and glistening valley, and I ran my fingers over the starkly pale skin and nodded my approval. Lindsey smiled, her body giving a little shiver at my touch, and seeing how it pleased her, I leaned over and slid my tongue over the damp hairless skin.

"Oooooh," Lindsey moaned in a decidedly shaky voice. "Feels even sexier when you do that without all that hair in the way."

"We can leave the other one alone if you want," I suggested, and Lindsey thought that would be really crazy looking.

"Feel between my legs, Grandpa," Lindsey said, taking my hand and bringing it down into her bush. "Feel how wet I am? This is really turning me on. How about you?"

With that, Lindsey's eyes strayed down to my crotch, which made me answering unneccessary. My cock was almost fully erect, clear evidence that I was also rather aroused.

"Soon as you get done," Lindsey said as she moved to allow me access to her left armpit, "I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me hard."

I nodded, my hands starting to shake as I reached for a new razor, figuring that I probably dulled the first one with all that mowing. While I lathered Lindsey up, she kept talking, and that wasn't helping. Sweat began running down my face as she spoke.

"I'm not really like this usually, Grandpa, I swear. "I'm mean - so sex-crazed like this. Brad was the only boy I have ever did it with, and I didn't usually care whether we did it or not. You're different, Grandpa."

"How so?" I said in a voice that had a bit of vibrato in it as well.

"You do me so good," Lindsey said. "Every time we fuck, you make me cum at least once. I cum so good and so hard with you. Every time I see you I want to fuck you. I want to take your cock out and suck it wherever we are."

"You excite me too, honey," I answered, and although I had no idea why I caused that kind of reaction in her, I loved hearing it.

"I know I do," Lindsey said. "Your cock - it's so hard it looks like it's going to burst."

I looked down at my crimson member, swollen and pointing up at me. This discoloration was part excitement and part due to the recent excessive usage it had been getting.

"It's dripping," Lindsey said, noting the drool oozing from the tip of my cock. 

"Because of you," I said, trying not to cut Lindsey as I shaved her sensitive pit. "You make me hard just looking at you. An old man shouldn't be getting hard this often."

"You're not old, Grandpa. You're incredible. Brad can't get it up as often as you do. Twelve times in five days. You fucked me nine times, I gave you head twice, and the time I jerked you off that first night. Remember?"

"Indeed I do," 

"I can't believe I can actually excite a man," Lindsey said.

"Believe it," I said, setting the razor and things aside, because I was done.

Probably because of my excitement, I might not have done as good a job compared to her other armpit, but it would have to do, because I was no longer in control of myself. Lindsey saw me stand up and swung her legs apart in response, exposing her furry delta to me.

No foreplay. No anything. I climbed up on the bed with my cock in hand and stuck it right in Lindsey. She was tight but dripping wet, and within a minute she was cumming; clawing and scratching at me like a wildcat. 

I came shortly after, filling her pussy with my seed after about 90 seconds of screwing her like a jackhammer, and when my cock jerked inside of Lindsey, it seemed like she came again, clamping down on my cock hard in response. 

Easing myself down next to Lindsey, I looked up at the ceiling and exhaled contentedly. Lindsey snuggled up close and reached down and grabbed my gooey cock, giving it a slow pull. Good grief. 

"You killed him," I said, gently removing her paw from my dead dick.

"I could bring him back to life," LIndsey suggested.

"Maybe later," I said, getting off the bed and padding off to the bathroom. "Maybe."

Probably not, I muttered to myself, not knowing where I was going to get the energy to keep up with her.

Chapter Four: No rest for the old guy.

After leaving Lindsey's room, I decided to take a shower, hoping that the warm spray would soothe my aching bones. It worked to a great extent, and I stayed in the shower until the hot water ran out.

As I dried myself off, I heard Lindsey's voice. Probably on the phone again, I figured, as that cell phone seemed to be the only other thing she wanted to do that wasn't related to sex. I put on fresh pajama bottoms and went out to the hall.

Lindsey was really agitated, and it sounded like it was her boyfriend she was yelling at. This boyfriend, or was it ex-boyfriend, Brad, was really getting a earful, and she was still going strong after I visited the kitchen for a drink.

"I am not lying, you asshole!" Lindsey screeched. "You're just jealous!"

As she spoke, Lindsey saw me go by her partially open door and yelled out to me, asking me to come back. Warily I stepped into her room, and Lindsey set her phone down loudly.

"Come here Grandpa, I want to give you a goodnight kiss!" Lindsey exclaimed excitedly.

I went over to the edge of the bed where Lindsey was sitting and leaned over to give her a peck on the cheek. Lindsey had other plans, and when she reached up and grabbed me around the neck, I got a very amorous kiss complete with darting tongue.

"Grandpa, you did me so good before," Lindsey said, and as she spoke I felt her hand reach into the fly of my pajamas.

"Lindsey honey," I protested while her fingers grabbed my very limp cock and began tugging on it slowly.

"I just want to play with it," Lindsey declared, and with her other hand unsnapping my pajamas, I found myself naked in front of her.

"Here," Lindsey said, moving me over slightly. "I just want to play with your cock for a little while."

Lindsey's mouth took the crown of it in her mouth, licking and nibbling the head while her hands began a slow and forceful tugging on the shaft.

"I'm so glad that I got to experience what a real man is like," Lindsey said between licks, and she must have thought I was going deaf the way she was practically yelling this to me.

"Your cock is so big - it's way bigger than that stupid Brad's is!" Lindsey proclaimed. "So thick too. I wish I could take more of it in my mouth. I want you to cum on my face again."

"Honey, I don't think I can again so soon," I said in frustration, looking down at Lindsey's determined efforts toward reviving my flaccid hose.

"I'll bet you can. Maybe you'll like this."

Lindsey lifted my cock up and began working on my balls. She began sucking on my ball sack while my cock rested on top of her head. Her wavy hair felt nice on the underside of my tool, and despite my misgivings I began moving back and forth while Lindsey sucked on my nuts.

"Oh!" I moaned, and I reached down and started rubbing the top of my cock with my hand, holding it against her head while Lindsey's mouth made a loud popping sound as it released my left testicle. 

"I knew you'd get it up again!" Lindsey chirped happily.

"But I'm not..."

"Here Grandpa," Lindsey said, jumping off of the bed. "Get on the bed - on your hands and knees."

I did as Lindsey commanded, and after I assumed the position I felt Lindsey's hands grab my cock from behind. Her hands milked my cock roughly, and as it grew thicker and harder Lindsey kept talking.

"When Brad can't get hard - and that's a lot of the time," Lindsey snapped, "I would have to do this to him."

I looked over my shoulder, but was unable to see what was going on. I felt teeth dig playfully into my butt, and that nibble was soon followed by Lindsey's tongue sliding along the crack of butt.

"Do you love me, Grandpa?" Lindsey asked in a muffled voice, while she roughly churned my balls in her paw. "No matter what?"

"Uh - why of course, honey," I said in confusion.

"I love you too, Grandpa," Lindsey answered, and I felt her tongue licking the underside of my nuts, which dangled vulnerably between my legs in my awkward position. "Brad usually makes me do this to him, but for you - I really want to do this."

Lindsey's tongue swabbed the ridge below my balls, and to my complete shock, her tongue slid up further. Now she was licking my anus, her tongue dabbing furiously as the most sensitive ring. I groaned, my arms and legs quivering, as the tip of her tongue began jabbing into me.

The combination of her tongue and her hands jacking me off, made the blood rush to my member. I looked over at the dresser mirror, and when I saw Lindsey's face buried between my ass cheeks, my cock became as hard as blue steel.

"Lindsey..." I gasped. 

"Gonna cum Grandpa?" Lindsey asked, and when I said yes, she dove underneath me.

With perfect timing, her mouth latched onto my cock just as it began spurting. Lindsey's hands kept milking me, her mouth kept sucking, and I kept belching out cum as fast as she could swallow it.

Her mouth was drenched with my seed and it ran down her cheeks and chin as she looked up at me with a twinkle in her eyes. Lindsey worked her way out from underneath me, and I heard her exclaim loudly how good my cum tasted.

"If you want to stop back in later, I'll be waiting for you!" Lindsey announced as I picked up my pajamas and staggered to the doorway.

"Later? Uh, we'll see," I managed to say before closing the door behind me.

Later I might be attached to a life support system, I thought to myself. Besides, I hadn't gotten down to my own room before she was yakking on that damn phone again. Hopefully, she would wear herself out from talking, because there was no way I was going back in there tonight.

Chapter Five. To the mall.

I decided that we needed a break, so I suggested to Lindsey that we head to the city and stop at the shopping mall. I figured that would at least allow me some time to recover, and besides, I needed to get a few things for the house.

Lindsey readily agreed, and after lunch I let her drive us to the mall on the outskirts of the city. It was a 25 mile drive from my place out in the sticks, and it was a nice day besides, so for once I got to enjoy being a passenger after being the chauffeur of the house for most of my life.

Lindsey was a good driver, even if she did have a bit of a lead foot, and we made it to the mall intact. After I got what I needed, we wandered around the rest of the place, and I was pleased that Lindesy didn't seem ashamed to be seen in public with an old geezer like me. When we passed a women's clothing store, I suggested to Lindsey that we go in.

I guess they catered to a younger crowd, because it was rather dark in there, and they had horrible music playing very loudly. I watched Lindsey browse the racks of clothes, and I was rather shocked at how skimpy the stuff was, and the things that they had printed on them.

"Do me?" I said while holding up a little top with that message emblazoned on the front.




Grandpa: After Molly Ch. 03



"Okay!" Lindsey giggled, and I had to step back when she reached out and attempted to grab my crotch right in the middle of the store.

"I meant," I said, pausing to give Lindsey a stern look before continuing. "Who would wear something like that?"

"I would - around the house that is," Lindsey said while biting her lower lip. "How about this one?"

Lindsey held up a wild little halter top for my inspection. It was an almost phosphorescent lime green, and there was almost nothing to it. The words 'Naughty Girl' were written in cursive on the front, and I had to admit that it was better than the other one.

"Would you like that?" I asked, and when Lindsey looked for the price tag on it, I told her that it would be my treat.

"It would be kinda fun to wear around the house, so only you could see me in it," Lindsey mused. "Especially on hot days like today."

Just what I needed, I thought to myself. Having Lindsey prancing around the house in that little thing all the time would certainly be a constant stimulation for me, that was for sure.

"Tell you what," I suggested. "I'll buy you that and those matching shorts," I said as I montioned to the green shorts that were barely larger than panties, and Lindsey eagerly looked for her size.

"One condition though," I said as we went to the counter.

"What's that?" 

"After we buy them, I want you to go in and put them on," I answered.

"Oh, I know these will fit."

"No, I meant for you to put them on and wear them for the rest of the day."

"Here?" Lindsey said meekly. "You mean, in the mall?"

"Sure. Why not?"

"It's just that - well - you know."

"No, I don't know," I said. "It doesn't seem that other girls are wearing anything around here that are much more revealing or different than this."

"Yeah, but they're - you know - pretty. Plus, everybody will be able to see my titties - how little they are."

"There's no girl around prettier than you are, Lindsey," I said, sensing the insecurity she had about herself around others, no matter how brazen she was with me.

"Besides," I continued, "Tou're a couple hundred miles from home. Nobody knows you here."

When she hesitated, I guided her to the dressing room, asking her to try them on and come back out.

While Lindsey was changing, I chatted with the cashier, a busty little brunette whose tit badge declared her name was Cassie. I almost suggested that she go in and help Lindsey with her clothes, and the thought of those two groping each other got my cock twitching while I waited.

When Lindsey finally emerged from the fitting room, she was obviously nervous, and for whatever reason this excited me. If her attitude wasn't exciting enough, the little outfit certainly got my attention.

It was even skimpier that it had looked on the hanger, and with so much of Lindsey revealed, I almost felt guilty in having her wear it. The brilliant green of the fabric and the bright red of her hair made her positively radiant.

"Lindsey, come over here," I said loudly, and she walked over with her old clothes in front of her body, trying to cover up as best she could.

"Here, give me this stuff so we can get a good look at you," I said while taking her old clothes from her. "My, you look wonderful - doesn't she Cassie?" I said as Lindsey came over to the counter.

"Yeah, that color looks great on you," the girl said while snapping her gum. "Awesome freckles. Are you like, a model?"

Lindsey was blushing as she shook her head no, but was clearly pleased by that comment. 

"Is there any way to adjust that?" I asked the cashier, because when Lindsey stood to the side, the whole side of the halter bowed outward, exposing the entire side of her little cone.

"Yeah, like you can adjust this here," Cassie said.

The girl came behind Lindsey and undid the string that held up the top before tying it up a little higher.

That's it, I fantasized while watching. Forget tying it up. Just reach around her and grab her titties. Tear your own clothes and show Lindsey your jugs. Rub them up against hers, and put you hand between her legs and check out that hairy pussy.

"Cash or charge?"

The cashier's voice woke me out of my daydream. Thirty two dollars and forty four cents was what Cassie wanted, and apparently did not want to ravish my granddaughter but instead just wanted to conduct business.

Too bad, I thought to myself as I paid the bill and got Lindsey's old clothing put into a bag. Remembering last summer when my granddaughter Molly went at it with her friend Angie had been a favorite pasttime of mine over the past year when times were lonely.

Chapter Six: Cruising the mall.

Even though it was a nice day, the mall was pretty crowded, and after a while Lindsey became more comfortable with the skimpy outfit she was wearing.

"See the way the boys are looking at you in your naughty girl outfit?"

"I guess," Lindsey said, clearly not used to wearing such a revealing outfit as well as unaccustomed to being checked out by guys.

"Girls too," I added, looking for her reaction. "Like that cashier at the store. She was really giving you a looking over."

"She was?"

"Sure," I said, even though it wasn't really true, and she hadn't done more than give her the usual inspection women seem to give other women. "Before she adjusted that halter top, you could see the entire sides of your breasts, and she was all eyes."

"She was?" Lindsey asked with a puzzled look. "She really had big ones."

"Oh, you noticed that, Lindsey?" I said. "You like to look at other girls?"

"No - I mean - I look and junk, but not like you mean."

"Didn't you ever play around with any of your girlfriends? You know, like at sleepovers or things like that?"

"No," Lindsey said, but her denial didn't have much conviction behind it.

"If you'd rather not talk about it," I said and left it at that.

"Well, it wasn't really one of my friends - kinda hard to explain," Lindsey said.

"Well, maybe some night you can tell me about it," I said, figuring that the way things were going, sooner or later I was going to need some added stimulation when the mind was willing but the flesh was unable.

After we made the circuit of the mall, we headed to the car. I let Lindsey drive home and as we talked, Lindsey put her hand on my thigh and started squeezing it. The blood began to flow as she rubbed my thigh, straining to reach my tool.

"Is there anyplace near here that we could pull over?" Lindsey asked. "I want you to do me."

"No, and keep your mind on your driving," I cautioned her.

"Um... do you have any friends - like lady friends?" Lindsey asked.

"Me? No, not really. Why?"

"Well, you seemed to like the idea of me being with another girl, and I was just wondering if you had any women friends who would be interested in me?"

"Heck, the only women I know are about my age."

"Yeah, I know. I mean - that's okay."

I was confused as all get out. Why would Lindsey be interested in some middle aged or even older woman? Hell, why was she interested in me?

"Oh. I see," I said in a calm and reassuring voice. "Does that mean that you've been with another woman, and she was older?"

Lindsey was turning crimson, and began gripping the wheel even harder as I spoke to her. To borrow a term from my dear departed Ethel, Bingo!

"Don't be embarrassed, honey," I said, patting her bare, freckled leg, and enjoying the feel of the faint down on her pale thigh. "I think that's very exciting."

"You do?" Lindsey said, breathing a sigh of relief.

"Absolutely," I told her. "Matter of fact, wait! Turn right up here."

I pointed to a solitary, nondescript grey brick building on the side of the road.

"There?" Lindsey said. "This place?"

'This place' was adorned with small signs on the outside of the nondescript structure, located in the outskirts of the city where no one who saw it would be offended.

ADULT BOOKS - VIDEOS - NOVELTIES read the signs, along with the reminder that you must be 18 or be gone.

"A dirty book store?" Lindsey asked as she pulled up to the side of the nearly deserted parking lot.

"Never been in one?" I asked, hopping out of the car quickly as Lindsey shook her head with a dazed expression on her face.

"Well, come on," I said after coming over and opening the car door for her. "You're old enough. Bring your purse. We're going to shop for something else for you. A Grandpa's helper."

Lindsey looked like she was walking to the gallows as she followed behind me. I slowed up and took her hand, pulling the store's door open with my free hand. The cool air blasted us in the face as we walked into the frosty darkness of the only porn shop in the county.

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Thanks for reading so far. The next episode will feature Grandpa Ed and Lindsey's visit to the adult book store, while introducing another character to the mix.



Grandpa: After Molly Ch. 04



In the previous chapters; 61 year old 'Grandpa' Ed Watson had his granddaughter Lindsey delivered to his house for the summer, and proceeded to do exactly what he had done to another granddaughter the summer before.

After taking pleasure in parading shy Lindsey around the mall in a skimpy outfit that left little to the imagination, Ed decided to do some more shopping, only this time at an adult book and video store.

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Chapter One. Whoa!

Lindsey was glued to my side as we hesitated in the doorway, waiting until my eyes slowly adjusted to the drastic change from the brilliant sunshine outside to the more subdued lighting of the porn shop. Looking over at Lindsey, I could tell her eyes must have gotten used to it quicker, because hers were wide open.

"Whoa!"

A booming voice came from behind the register, and I saw a big black guy coming around the counter and over towards us. He looked like he could be Charles Barkley's body double, and his glistening bald skull only added to the intimidation factor.

"Man, you can't bring that girl in here," the guy said while holding up his hand. "Gotta be 18. Can't you read the sign? Tryin' to get me closed up or something, pops?"

"She's okay," I said. "She's 18 - show the man your I.D. Lindsey."

Lindsey was almost having a seizure as she fumbled in her little purse for her license. She finally found it and gave it to the guy with a noticeably shaking hand, and he looked at it suspiciously for the longest time.

After a while, I reaalized that he wasn't looking at the license any longer, but was staring at Lindsey over the card he held in his hand. Staring at her titties, and more specifically at her nipples, which had fully blossomed and were threatening to burst through the thin fabric of the halter top we had just bought at the store.

Whether her nipples were hard from the effect of the sudden coolness of the store, or from the black guy's persistent glare, I didn't know. Probably both, but Lindsey had finally become aware of the man's staring, and had begun twitching and trying to cover her chest without being obvious about it. She was failing at that miserably, and to my own embarassment, I was enjoying both Lindsey's fear and the guy's lust.

"Okay," the guy said as he at last handed Lindsey her license back. "Looks a lot younger,"

"She gets that a lot," I answered for her. "No problem."

"We got everything you can think of," the guy said. "Movies in the back too. Need help, just ask."

I thanked the guy and nudged Lindsey toward the wall that was covered with various devices. The black dude didn't go back behind the counter, but instead stayed somewhat close to us. He was watching us like we were going to shoplift something, as he strightened out things on the shelves. I suppose that with nobody else in the store he didn't have much else to do, but I also knew that he wasn't watching us, he was watching Lindsey.

"Quite a variety of stuff they have here," I commented as we walked past a display of bondage equipment, enjoying Lindsey's bewildered look.

"That man," Lindsey whispered to me.

"What about him?"

"He keeps looking at me. He's staring at my chest."

"Can't say as I blame him," I said softly. "Your breasts look incredible - especially your nipples."

Lindsey's face was flushed, whispering back to me that she knew they were showing through the fabric, but she couldn't help it.

"Because of the cool room or because the man is staring at you?"

Lindsey shrugged her shoulders and clung to me tightly. I kissed her cheeks and nuzzled into her ear.

"It's okay to be aroused," I told her. "I'm aroused at the way he's looking at you too. You're scared, aren't you?"

Lindsey nodded, those big pearly whites of hers digging into her lower lip as she did.

"Nothing to be worried about, honey," I assured her, rubbing my hand over her arm, which was layered with goose bumps. "You'll always be safe with me. Grandpa will never let anything bad happen to you."

We came to the section I was looking for, and there was a wide variety of them to choose from. Long ones and short ones. Thick and thin and of every color imaginable, the selection of dildos was mind-boggling. Vibrators too, which was another option.

"What do you think?"

"That's a lot of dicks," Lindsey said as she gazed at all the appliances hanging on the wall.

"I think you could use one of these," I said as I pulled one of them off of the hook, and whistled at both the lifelike look of the plastic cock and the outrageous price sticker. "Do you have anything like this at home?"

"Me - gosh no!" Lindsey said.

"What do you use when you play with yourself then?" I said as I watched Lindsey's eyes following the big black dude who was approaching from behind me.

"Uh... my fingers," Lindsey said nervously.

"Well, how about something like this," I said, pulling down a big black rubbery cock and handing it to Lindsey. "Would you like to put something like this inside of you? You know, like some nights when I'm tired, or maybe sometime when you want to do that to yourself while I watched?"

Lindsey giggled a little at that idea, and she stared at the fake cock she held gingerly in her hands, poking at the plastic shell of the package to feel the spongy member.

"Girl find something she likes?" the guy said as he suddenly appeared at my side.

"I don't know - Reggie," I said, seeing his name on the badge he was wearing. "What do you think, honey?"

"Might want to try something a little smaller," our eager and leering customer service person suggested. "Long tall drink of water like you - that might just split you in two. Hate to see that happen."

"Um - do you have it in any other colors?" Lindsey asked meekly. 

"Haw haw! Not much sense making them that big in white," Reggie guffawed as he slapped my shoulder. "Got to be realistic. Know what I'm saying? Nothing white that big."

"Grandpa - yours is this size," Lindsey said, almost sounding like she was coming to my defense. "Yours is even thicker, I think."

"Grandpa?" Reggie said under his breath as he chuckled. "Damn!" he whispered in amazement.

I smiled at Lindsey, who was blushing and tight-lipped as I took the toy from her.

"Maybe you might like something a little smaller, like this," I suggested, pulling down a more modest sized ivory colored model.

"Now that boy, he vibrates and rotates," Reggie said, pointing out that the curved end wiggled around when activated. "That'll get you off good when you get it in you deep."

Lindsey's trembling hand took the package from Reggie, and I noticed his hand graze against hers as she took the package.

"The end is small enough so you can do some work in the back door too. You dig what I'm saying?" Reggie added.

Lindsey looked at me with questioning eyes, and I nodded approval, even if spending sixty bucks on a Grandpa's helper was more than I had expected.

"We'll take it," I said, handing the clerk the toy. 

Lindsey was walking along the aisle, where the DVD's were displayed. My new friend Reggie watched Lindsey stroll along, those long skinny legs fully exposed and those tiny green shorts hiding her butt and not much else, and I was watching too.

"We're going to look around for a bit," I told the clerk.

"Sure thing," Reggie said, sounding happy for the chance an additional sale as well as the opportunity to gawk at my granddaughter.

Chapter Two: Checking out the movies.

I caught up with Lindsey as she stared at all the covers of the DVD's, and I was amazed at how graphic they were.

"Look at that!" I mentioned to Lindsey, pointing to a DVD that had a bunch of guys squirting cum on some blonde's face. 

LIndsey looked and nodded, and she seemed to be upset or something.

"You okay, baby?"

"Yeah," Lindsey said shyly. "All this stuff is making me - you know - horny."

"Really?" I asked, and as I spoke, Lindsey looked around to see if our friendly cashier was looking before reaching out slyly and grabbing at my crotch.

"You are too," Lindsey giggled, finding out that I was half hard.

"Look at this one!" I exclaimed in surprise. "What do you think about that?"

The DVD was titled 'Horny Hairy Girls', and pictured on the cover was a dark haired woman who seemed just as tall and thin as Lindsey. Her arms were raised high above her head and she was proudly showing off the thick tufts of hair she had under her arms. 

"That woman looks like you did before last night," I said. "Looks like your Grandpa isn't the only one who finds that attractive."

Lindsey giggled and posed like the woman on the DVD. As she put her hands behind her head, I couldn't help but noticed that those deep hollows that I had made so smooth last night were now coated with a dense five o'clock shadow. Impulsively, I reached over and ran my fingers through Lindsey's armpit, feeling the roughness of the seedlings that were already sprouting. 

"My, that didn't last long," I mentioned.

"I know. I'm so hairy - like a werewolf or something," Lindsey said, and then jumped a bit as she looked over my shoulder. "Uh... the man. He's watching us."

"Oh," I said, having forgotten for a moment that we were being observed, and I stopped my stroking.

What kind of a country has this become, I thought to myself, when a man can't even stroke his granddaughter's armpit stubble in a porn shop? That thought made me chuckle, and when Lindsey asked me what was so funny, I shrugged it off. No sense making her think I was any crazier than she might suspect already.

If this stroll through the movie section was having an effect on me, it was making Lindsey positively feral. She was rubbing up against me, and giving my crotch a squeeze every chance she got.

A few people had entered the store since we had gotten there, and there was a man and a woman that had come in together. I would have said that maybe that would make Lindsey more comfortable, but she seemed to be doing fine by herself.

"Hey, this is interesting. 'Lesbian Teachers Seducing Schoolgirls'. Does this look familiar to you, Lindsey?"

As I handed Lindsey the DVD and she stared open mouthed at the cover picture of the busty woman looking like she was going to devour the petite girl, I sensed a presence behind me.

"Hey, that one is hot!" Reggie proclaimed, pointing either at the movie Lindsey was holding or at her nipples which were still trying to bore their way through her top. "You can watch that in one of the booths in back if you want to check it out before you buy it."

I thanked our overly eager clerk and waited until he left before talking to Lindsey.

"Do you want to go home now, honey?"

"No, Grandpa," Lindsey told me. "This is fun. Scary, but fun too."

"You like the way that man is looking at you, don't you? How does it make you feel, baby?"

"Sexy - I guess. Naughty, like my halter says."

Lindsey's 'Naughty Girl' top was certainly fitting in more ways than one. It made her little titties thrust out nicely, and showed so much of her creamy white skin and the galaxy of freckles that covered her arms and shoulders, that it was not surprising that others would find her just as attractive in her own way, as I did.

"Here," the by now very familiar deep bass voice said, as Reggie appeared from out of nowhere once more, and offered Lindsey a large gold coin. "Why don't you two go check out that movie in back. "It's on me."

Lindsey looked to me for approval before reaching out and taking the coin from him. The sight of that massive King Kong-like hand against Lindsey's starkly pale skin sent a shiver down my spine. Not that I wanted to see those two together, but the picture in my mind of what this guy would look like with Lindsey, was strangely erotic to me. At 6'2" at 200 pounds, even I was dwarfed by this giant.

"Let's go watch a little of it," I suggested, putting the DVD back and guiding Lindsey to the back of the store.

Chapter Three: Movie Time! 

I pulled open the curtain that separated the store from this back room theatre, which was a row of booths with curtains on them. There were about a dozen of the booths, or so it seemed, as best as my eyes could tell in the murky light. Many of them had curtains drawn, which explained why there were cars in the parking lot when we arrived.

The noise - the symphony of moaning and groaning from the booths - was deafening. On each of the booth exteriors was a dimly lit picture frame which held a cover of the movie that was playing in that booth, and we walked down the aisle as I held onto Lindsey tightly. Fortunately, the booth that displayed 'Lesbians Seducing Schoolgirls' was vacant, so we parted the curtain and walked in.

The room was probably the size of two phone booths, if that. There was a dim light in the ceiling and a bench barely big enough for two that faced the built in television.

"Do you hear all that?" Lindsey said to me as we squeezed into the seat, and I wasn't sure whether she meant the sounds of the actors cumming in the adjoining movies or the noises made by the other patrons. "This is so exciting."

I told Lindsey to put the token in the slot, and after she did, the movie came on. This middle aged woman was standing behind this younger woman who was in a white blouse and plaid skirt, a twenty something woman trying to look much younger. 

As the older woman reached around the girl, who was acting appropriately scared, her hands reached up and cupped her barely discernable breasts, kneading them roughly. I heard Lindsey gasp as this took place, and her hand reached down and grabbed my very stiff cock.

Looking over at Lindsey, I watched her staring at the two women intently. Her breathing was getting louder and more rapid with every second, and she began pulling on my cock savagely though my pants. Just as the older woman was taking the prim white blouse off the young lady, the film stopped. Good thing too, because Lindsey was on her way to having me make a mess in my trousers.

"Want to watch more, honey?" I asked as we stared at the now-dark TV screen, and pried Lindsey's hand off of me.

"Fuck me, Grandpa," 

"We can't here," I protested, as Lindsey climbed over me.

"Please? Really got to," she insisted. "Out in the car?"

The thought of us trying to have sex in my car in broad daylight was not appealing or wise, but I had another idea.

"Here," I said, reaching into my pocket and pulling out what I hoped were one dollar bills, although in this light it was more of a guess than anything else. "Take this out to the nice man and tell him you want some more tokens."

"Me?" Lindsey asked in a cracking voice.

"Sure honey. Why not?"

He's scary looking, and he keeps pulling on himself when he looks at me."

"That means he likes you, I guess. You'll be fine. Make sure you come right back here, okay?"

Lindsey got up and very slowly left the booth, looking back at me one last time, probably in hopes of a last second reprieve, before going down the aisle.

I needed the respite, because my cock was ready to explode. I got up and went down the aisle just as Lindsey was going through the curtain and out to the store. Hurrying over, I peeked through a crack between the drapes and watched Lindsey walking over to the counter, where big Reggie was waiting.

Lindsey was walking on what seemed like very unsteady legs, almost like a stork, and she was moving so slowly that it seemed to take forever for her to get there. She approached the register like it was a nest of rattlesnakes. 

The king cobra, Reggie, was waiting like the proverbial wolf waiting for the sheep to arrive. They had a conversation, and while I was ready to come out should the need arise, I decided to stay hidden and enjoy Lindsey interact with him.

After a few minutes, Lindsey was handed some tokens and finally turned around and headed back toward me. As she walked, much more rapidly than she had gone the other way, I watched Reggie give his crotch a squeeze as he stared at her.

"What took you so long?" I asked innocently when Lindsey came back to me. "Reggie and you have a nice talk?"

"He asked me if I was liking the movie," Lindsey said.

"What did you say?"

"I said yes, and then he said that he had something that would make me way happier than the toy or that Dr. Phil could make me."

"Dr. Phil? Who's that?"

"He's a guy on TV," Lindsey said, exposing my ignornace of modern culture. "You look a little like him, I guess." 

"Anything else?"

"Yes," Lindsey said, seeming to be almost afraid to tell me. "He asked me if I had ever had a black man, and he said we would be good together, and that he wanted to fuck me three ways; long, hard and continuous."

"Do you want him to?"

"God no, Grandpa. I want you," Lindsey said, putting her arms around my neck. "I really want you bad." 

"How many tokens did you get?"

"Three. He gave me an extra one because he said I was hot."

"Put them in," I instructed Lindsey, while I dropped my trousers and boxers down before sitting down.

As Lindsey reached forward, I took the opportunity to reach down and grab the elastic of her shorts, tugging them down to her knees.

"Here Lindsey," I said as the screen lit up again, and I slid forward on the seat while holding my cock straight up with one hand while reaching between her legs.

"Oh my - you're dripping wet!" I said as I pulled her slowly down onto my lap, smelling the pungent aroma of her pussy which was filling the room. "Sit on Grandpa's cock, honey."

Lindsey eased her pussy down onto me, and she was so wet even without touching her that it was a tight but smooth slide down my pole. Sitting on my lap, we were both able to watch the screen, and I held her around the waist as she took most of me inside of her.

Lindsey tried to move up and down on my tool, but I held her tightly around the waist, just slightly lifting her up and down by moving my thighs. She was whimpering as I did this, and I nibbled on her shoulder before beginning to comment on the movie.

The woman had just taken the blouse off the 'schoolgirl', who held her hands up in front of what seemed to be a training bra. The matronly woman pulled the schoolgirl's hands down and took the bra off of the girl.

"Oh wow, look at that," I whispered in Lindsey's ear. "Is that how that woman seduced you? Look how very small that younger woman's breasts are! Yours are so much bigger and nicer."

My hands slid up and cupped Lindsey's little cones while she began to writhe on my lap, and as I squeezed them tightly through the fabric of the halter top, I felt her pussy convulse violently around my cock, and she let out a moan that resonated over the surrounding din. She jerked around like a spastic marionette on my cock while I held on to her tits for support.

Lindsey eventually stopped spasming, and then began to grind herself on me while the movie continued. The young woman, whose breasts were so small that they reminded me of dear Molly's little buds, was now undressing the older woman.

The matronly dame had quite a rack on her, and when the girl undid the heavy duty bra that she needed to keep them in tow, the thing flew off as her gigantic melons lunged out of the contraption.

"Did you do that, honey?" I asked Lindsey, who was now thrusting herself up and down on me with renewed enthusiasm. "Did the woman who seduced you have big breasts like her? Did she rub her breasts against yours like that?"

While they began grinding their breasts together, Lindsey came again. I was hoping to cum with her, but the movie distracted me and her orgasm snuck up on me. Now Lindsey was limp on my lap, still impaled by my cock, and I needed to cum.

"Let me," Lindsey said when I told her my dilemma after she had recovered somewhat, and she got up off of me and knelt on the floor.




Grandpa: After Molly Ch. 04



I cringed at the thought of exactly what she was kneeling in, but pathetically I was far too aroused at this point to care all that much, so I stood up and let Lindsey do what she wanted.

Her hands clenched around the shaft of my cock, energetically working up and down the tool while her mouth sucked on the crown of it. Tongue working the tip and lips working the sensitive ridge of the head, I was cumming before I knew it.

I was so far into my orgasm; one that seemed to start at my tingling toes and worked up my body like an electric shock, that I barely noticed the sneakers under the booth curtain, or the bright white eyeball that was looking at us from around the side of the curtain. Holding onto the wall for support, I unloaded my seed into Lindsey's eager mouth, and the thought of being watched only added to the intensity of my cumming.

I let out a series of moans of my own as I came, as much for effect as anything else, and I let Lindsey continue to milk and suck my cock until it grew limp in her grasp. Helping her up, we wordlessly watched the remaining seconds of the movie as we got our clothes back on.

We straightened ourselves up as best we could in the dark before leaving the booth, and when we went back into the regular part of the store I glanced over toward Lindsey. If I looked anywhere near as frazzled she did, it would not take much of a guess for the rest of the patrons to figure out what had gone on back there. I noticed that Lindsey had a big string of cum that had escaped her mouth and was starting to dry near her chin.

"We'll take that movie and the toy," I told Reggie, who had found his way back to the counter and was looking at me in a completely different way.

"You got it man," Reggie said, looking first at me and at the semen on my Lindsey's face and smiled knowingly. 

I wasn't planning on spending almost $100 at this shop, but it was money well spent. I had a vibrator to help me keep Lindsey satisfied, a movie to watch as many times as we wanted, and the thrill of being watched while Lindsey gave me head after we had screwed.

Make no mistake about it, I thought to myself as I paid the guy for the stuff, it was a thrill. I had really enjoyed having this perverted cashier watch me get my rocks off, and was enjoying the way he was reacting now.

"Hey man," Reggie said just as I turned to go, and while Lindsey went ahead toward the door, I stopped. "The girl - she crazy! She really your granddaughter?"

"No, we were just kidding around for your benefit," I said, not wanting to find the police waiting outside for me.

"She's really something else," Reggie continued. "Not much back, but I loves them freckles, and them titties are cute too. What say the three of us have us a little party some time? We could really rock her world, you and me. I ain't packin' as much as you are, my man, but I'm hung myself. Know what I'm sayin'?"

"I'll ask her," I said as I walked toward Lindsey, who was patiently waiting for me at the door. "We know where to find you."

We went out into the bright sunlight, which pretty much blinded me until we got into the swelteringly hot car. Lindsey turned on the air after starting it up, and when she looked in the mirror to get herself back together, she saw the additional make-up she was wearing.

"Omigod Grandpa!" Lindsey exclaimed as she looked at me, pointing to the seed that was on her cheek and chin. "Do you think the man saw this?"

"Oh, he saw it alright," I said chuckling while watching Lindsey scrape my cum off of her rapidly blushing face. "He was watching us in the booth too."

"Oh no," Lindsey said.

"I didn't notice until it was too late and I was cumming," I explained as Lindsey buried her face in my shoulder.

"Are we in trouble?" Lindsey asked.

"No, we aren't in trouble," I reassured her, putting my arm around her and holding her tight. 

"He must think I'm a slut."

"No, as a matter of fact, he thought you were very sexy. He said he loved your freckles and your titties."

"He did?"

"That's right. He also said that he would like to join us sometime and have a party. What would you think of that, honey? Having two men at the same time?"

There was no way in the world I was going to do any such thing, but the thought of it was rather exciting.

"Ever think of that?" I continued. "Two men at one time. You would be sucking one of us while the other one sticks their cock in your pussy. Or maybe..."

Lindsey shuddered as I whispered the rest of the sentence in her ear, burying her head into me even harder as I hissed, "He could put his cock in your pussy while I put mine in your bottom at the same time. What would you think of that? He said that he has a big cock."

"I know," Lindsey said while looking deep in thought. "Brad says that black boys have huge ones."

"This Brad's a real expert on a lot of strange things," I opined, bristling at the mention of his name once again. "You must really miss him."

"No, Grandpa Ed," Lindsey said, shaking her head violently back and forth whil raising her head to face me. "You're the only man I want."

I felt Lindsey's hand sliding across my lap as she spoke, with her earnest eyes never leaving mine.

"I want you now," Lindsey said.

"Drive," I said with a smile. "When we get home I'll be all yours."

Lindsey made a sad little face before buckling up and peeling out of the parking lot.

"Slow down," I laughed, and Lindsey complied.

"That made me feel weird," Lindsey finally said after driving silently for a few miles. "That man watching us."

"I think I know what you mean," I said in agreement.

"Weird like - I feel dirty but it also makes me feel..."

"Horny?" I asked, figuring that with her, that would always be a safe guess.

"Yeah!" Lindsey said with a laugh. "Guess if I had to face that man again I would feel worse about it, but like you said back at the mall, nobody knows me around here."

"That's right," I answered, while also wondering about the other part. "Just like fantasizing about being with that man back there, or being with the both of us together. Imagining it doesn't mean you would have to do it."

"Yeah, it isn't so scary that way," Lindsey agreed. "I can't believe that he thought I was sexy."

As I looked at my freckled princess watching the road intently, I began to realize that she was in the very early stages of realizing that she was attractive in her own special way, and only now starting to figure out the almost magical power and attraction that comes with being a woman. 

When she finally figured it all out, I mused, I would likely be in her rear view mirror. 

......

The adventure will continue with the next chapter, as Lindsey makes a confession that will throw their lives into turmoil. 



Grandpa: After Molly Ch. 05



Thanks for all of your votes, e-mails and support. This is the fifth installment of the story of Grandpa's summer with Lindsey, his 18 year old granddaughter who has become quite a handful.

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Chapter One: Redhead needs the coppertop.

As Lindsey drove us back home at what felt like break-neck speed, I dug into the bag and pulled out the Grandpa's helper. Craziest damn thing, I thought to myself, while trying to get the apparatus out of the plastic packaging, which seemed to have been designed to resist at all costs that very thing.

"Uh-oh," I said, noting the package indicated that the vibrator needed four AA batteries to perform its alleged magic. "Batteries not included, and I don't think I have any AA's at home."

"I've got a couple of A's," Lindsey said, giggling.

"I know," I said while looking over at her. "I'm crazy about them too."

The sides of her 'Naughty Girl' halter top had started to bow outward again, and once more I could see the entire profile of her breast as she drove. While they may indeed only been large enough to fill an A cup harness, as Lindsey had indicated, there was no denying their charm. So pale, and barely a handful, her little orbs were delightful to look at and even more exciting to hold and nibble.

"We can stop at the store in the village," I advised Lindsey as we neared home, and I was going to add that she should adjust her top so the whole store wouldn't end up getting a look at her titties, but then thought better of it.

"Oh geez, this is going to take forever," Lindsey whined as drove past my house and continued down the desolate two lane highway that went into the village more than a mile further down. "I really want you - bad."

"I can see that, honey," I agreed, watching Lindsey squirm and fidget in the seat. "You're really feeling frisky after finding out about that man watching us."

"Yeah," Lindsey said, biting her lip and leaning on the accelerator.

"He was watching all the time too, I'll bet," I opined. "He probably followed you back there and saw everything we did together in that little booth."

"Grandpa..." 

"I'd wager that he saw me pull down those little shorts of yours and watched you sit on my cock while we watched the movie. Likely that he was looking as you were wiggling around on my cock too. Probably watched you cum."

"Twice," Lindsey said in a shaky voice.

"Both times," I said, standing corrected. "I know he was watching you sucking my cock and was all eyes when you made me cum in your mouth."

"Please, Grandpa."

"There's the store, honey."

Lindsey was so busy rubbing her thighs together and generally acting like she had ants in her pants, that she nearly roared right past the little Quik-E-Mart that served as the only source of grocery items within a 10 mile radius of my house. They had pretty much everything you could ask for, and you paid dearly for it, but it beat burning up gas to get the occassional item or two.

"Hurry up, Grandpa," Lindsey urged as she swung into the lot, kicking up a cloud of dust as she braked.

"You come in with me," I told her. "Might need your help. Lock the car too, because we don't want to lose our goodies."

Lindsey whined and made a pouting face, but did hop out of the car and come in with me, blissfully oblivious to the growing state of undress that she was in. The problem, as I saw it, was that Lindsey didn't have enough on top to fill the halter. Now Amanda - that girl would have no trouble filling that top to overflowing.

Amanda, my favorite cashier, was on duty and waved when she saw me enter. Now that would be fun to watch, I fantasized as we went down the aisle toward the register. The blonde had quite a pair on her.

"Hi Mr. Watson," Amanda said as she greeted me cheerfully. "What can I do you for?"

"Hello Amanda, this is my... girlfriend Lindsey," I said by way of introduction.

The two exchanged greetings, and I watched Amanda look over Lindsey with a shocked expression, most likley trying to figure out how an old coot like me could have a girlfriend that was her age.

"We need some batteries dear," I informed Amanda. "Double A's."

Amanda pointed over to the rack against the wall, and Lindsey went over and hunted for them. I felt so guilty, because it seemed like her right titty was going to slip right out of the top. A fact that was not lost on Amanda, who was having a hard time not looking herself.

"Uh - they have them in four packs and in 16 packs," Lindsey said, holding them up for my approval.

"Better get the 16 pack, honey," I decided, figuring that the way Lindsey was acting, that thing was going to eat batteries like candy.

It was just then that Lindsey came to the realization that something was attracting attention. To my amazement, after a momentary twitch, Lindsey did nothing to correct the wardrobe malfunction that she had just become aware of. Walking over to her, I noticed her cheeks flush as I took the package from her hand.

"I think we need a bottle of soda while we're here," I suggested, and herded her toward the back of the store.

"Grandpa, my top..." Lindsey started to say before I cut her off.

"I know. Did you see the cashier looking at you?"

"Yeah. That man too."

Horace Clark, an old asshole from town, was also trying not to look at my granddaughter's breasts while pushing a little cart around aimlessly. His wife used to play bingo with my Ethel, and that was the only reason I knew him.

"Hey Ed. How's it going?" Horace asked, offering a hand which I shook only because I had no other option.

"Okay Horace, how about you and yours?"

"Can't complain and who'd care if I did? Agnes, she's fine. Misses your Ethel something fierce too. My - look at all them freckles! Who's this tall drink of water?" Horace asked.

"This is my lady friend, Lindsey. Lindsey, this is Horace Clark."

Lindsey smiled and nodded, lifting her long and slender arms to pull her hair back over her shoulders. This forced Horace to stop looking at the side of her titty while he enjoyed the creamy white insides of Lindsey's upraised limbs, which contrasted so much with the freckled outsides. After Horace said hello, Lindsey was kind enough to position herself to allow Horace another profile glance before we headed away.

"My, you're getting bold, aren't you?" I whispered to her as we walked down the aisle.

"I'm really horny, Grandpa," Lindsey said, laughing while watching Horace turn back toward her and stare with lust-filled eyes, almost wiping out a air freshener display in the process. 

"Well, let's get out of here then," I suggested. "When we get to the register, though, I want you to make sure and stand so that Amanda gets a good look at your titties when we check out."

"Who?"

"Amanda, the cashier."

"Oh," Lindsey said, and then looked a little concerned. "That Amanda - did you and her - you know?"

"What?" I asked, and was about to laugh when I changed my mind. "Why do you ask?"

"I dunno," Lindsey said, and I was beginning to suspect that the thought made her jealous. "I guess because she's got a smokin' hot body."

My mind raced at the thought that Lindsey might actually be looking at the poor cashier in the same way I had been, but I didn't have long to think.

"You want me to show the girl my boobs?" Amanda asked shyly as she looked around the nearly empty store.

"Sure."

"If I do, you gotta do something for me."

"What's that?"

"I'll let her look at me if you promise to fuck me as soon as we get outside."

"Outside?" I asked incredulously. "Where?"

"Anywhere," Lindsey said, displaying a devious and devilish grin that screamed trouble. "I really need it."

"All right," I said warily, not actually believing I was actually hearing myself answering that absurd question in the affirmative.

Lindsey slowly walked over to the register, where Amanda stood looking bored, the drudgery of her day about to become something quite different. I walked a few steps behind Lindsey, curious as to what she had planned. After looking back to see that I was still there, and after giving the area a quick peek to make sure nobody was there, Lindsey set the batteries on the counter.

"This thing keeps getting undone, Ed," Lindsey said, calling me by my first name, much to my relief.

I set the bottle of soda on the counter next to the batteries, and when I glanced over, did a double - or maybe a triple take. Lindsey reached back and untied the knot at the back of her neck, letting the front of her 'Naughty Girl' halter drop down, exposing her very bare titties to everyone in sight.

While it was fortunate that the only ones in the area were the two of us and Amanda, it was still an outrageous thing to see. I watched Amanda gape open-mouthed as Lindsey re-positioned her little cones back in the skimpy harness before bringing the straps back up behind her head and tying them once more.

I was leaning against the front counter, trying my best to hide the bulge in my trousers, as I observed Amanda's reaction. Lindsey was blushing, my face felt flushed, and Amanda had the deer-in-the-headlights look while Lindsey finished getting herself put together again.

"Uh - is that it?" Amanda finally said, breaking the silence after we had all stared at each other for too long.

"Yeah, I think that's enough," I replied, and although the actual time that Lindsey's breasts were exposed couldn't have been more than a couple of seconds, it certainly had an effect on me.

On Amanda too, or so it seemed. Maybe it was the air conditioning, but maybe not, as I would have noticed Amanda's nipples thrusting out proudly before, now plainly visible through her bra and blouse.

I paid for our things and thanked Amanda before turning and heading out the door so that Horace Clark could buy his toilet paper and Preparation H, even though it appeared horny old Horace would have been content to stand and stare at my granddaughter all day.

At the door, Lindsey turned and skipped back to the cash register, where Amanda was ringing Horace out. I saw her lean over and whisper something to the cashier before spinning and heading back toward me.

"C'mon Grandpa," Lindsey said as she flung the door open. 

I followed, heading back to the car which was parked on the side of the building. Horace's piece of crap was the only other car in the lot, and I unlocked the door and set the bag on the floor next to our other purchases.

I heard Lindsey giggle, and shielded my eyes from the sun as I looked for her. There she was, in the back of the building, laughing and pulling down the brief shorts for my benefit, exposing her blazing red bush to me and whomever else might have been passing by.

The store being all by itself on the country road, there was nobody driving by at the time, nor are there any buildings in the area either, but the flashing was exciting. Blindly, almost as if I was under a spell, I found myself walking back toward Lindsey.

Chapter Two : Dumpster lovin'.

Behind the Quik-E-Mart was a dumpster, and a little picket fence around it that shielded the sight of it from public viwe. There were no back windows in the building, and only a steel door which was closed.

Lindsey threw herself into my arms, kissing me as she squeezed me tightly, and then I felt her hand reaching down and frantically groping at my crotch.

"Oh Grandpa, you're so hard," Lindsey gasped as she led me back behind the fence.

Lindsey pulled her shorts down to her ankles, as I wondered how we were going to do this. The better question would have been if we weren't out of our minds, since this was insane. Lindsey was way ahead of me in the planning, and as she stood on a little curb, promptly bent over and exposed her backside to me. Those pert and pale cheeks spread apart, and while I looked at the burnt orange fringe around her anus, this was no time for that kind of exploration.

Looking around, I dropped my own trousers down, and the boxers followed suit. I grabbed my cock hard around the base, making it stiffer as I approached Lindsey. Her hands were on her knees, waiting for me, and with our height difference being negated by the curb, there was no problem finding her pussy with the tip of my cock.

Lindsey's pussy was practically dripping as I swiped my cock through the matted hair between her legs, and even the sound of a car engine starting did not deter me as I plunged into her. She let out a yelp as I sunk myself deep inside of her.

"Oh fuck!" Lindsey screamed as I grabbed onto her hips and began thrusting into her. "Give it all to me. Fuck me hard!"

The heat was oppressive as I began sliding myself in and out of Lindsey. Sweat was pouring off of me as I bent my knees and drove my cock into her pussy with all my might. 

Maybe it was the primitive conditions; standing behind a dumpster in the middle of the day while my granddaughter bent over submissively before me, but I was way beyond the point of being oblivious to the surroundings. I no longer cared that I was a potentially public spectacle out there. I simply had to have her, and as savagely as I could manage.

I was lightheaded - was that the sound of a door closing? I did not care and I could not stop at this point if I wanted to. Now I had Lindsey's bony hips in a death grip while my balls slapped the backs of her thighs with each stroke, and my grunts were blending with Lindsey's. 

Her pussy clenched around me, and I felt my cum explode into Lindsey as she did, I kept thrusting as my cock belched and spurted inside of her. I didn't stop until I began to get dizzy, stepping back and letting my cock slide out of her as I fought to keep my balance.

Noises behind me. I was afraid to turn and look to see who was there. Part fear and part thinking that I might pass out at any moment. Lindsey was still bent over, and I could see my cum drooling out of her pussy and down the insdies of her thighs as she reached down and pulled up her shorts.

"I love you, Grandpa," Lindsey said as she came over to me, and sensing my weakened condition, helped me pull up my boxers and trousers, giving my cock a loving squueze before getting me back together, and I thought I heard the sound of a door once again as she did up my belt.

"That was so good, wasn't it Grandpa?" Lindsey said, putting her arm inside of mine and guiding me back to the car. 

Chapter Three: Safe at home.

It's not an exaggeration to say that I staggered out of the car and into the house after Lindsey drove us home, and it was all I could do to make it into my bedroom, where I collapsed and fell asleep for a couple of hours.

I woke up looking at Lindsey, who was wiping my forehead with a cool cloth. Lindsey had somehow managed to get my clothes off, or maybe I had helped her. Hard to say, since I was pretty out of it. 

I smiled weakly at Lindsey, who had a distressed look on her face, and apparently my smile was a relief to her. She probably thought I had a stroke or something, and the thought had crossed my mind as well, but I actually felt none the worse for wear after my nap.

"I was scared, Grandpa," Lindsey said. "I didn't want to wake you up, but I was afraid that something was wrong with you."

"Guess the heat took something out of me," I reckoned. "That, and the excitement."

"That was fun," Lindsey giggled, and I felt her hand slide down my stomach and stroke my cock. "Want to help me play with my toy?"

"Honey, I'd love to watch you play, but my cock is dead."

Lindsey pouted a minute, pulling idly on my very flaccid cock in an effort get me interested. I shook my head and swung my legs off of the bed, rising on my slightly shaky underpinnings.

"I'd better help you, Grandpa Ed," Lindsey offered, and since I didn't have the energy or desire to argue, I let her lead me in to the bathroom.

Lindsey adjusted the temperature to my liking, and after pulling back the curtain to allow my to climb in, shed her halter top and shorts and climbed in with me.

"Little crowded in here," I mentioned, but after we adjusted ourselves it became manageable.

"Let me do all the work, Grandpa," Lindsey said, and began to lather up my back.

I had to admit that it felt good to just stand there and relax while Lindsey's hands did all the wotk. The water was warm, the soaping was refreshing, and Lindsey was - Lindsey.

"Mmmmm - love your hairy back," Lindsey opined as she scrubbed the mat of hair that coated me from my neck to the base of my spine. "It was kinda scary at first, but now I really dig running my fingers through it when we make love."

"That used to disgust Ethel," I mentioned for some reason. "What didn't, though?" I added.

"Well, I love it," Lindsey said. "Love your butt too. It's really cute."

Lindsey hands lathered my ass, and when she tried to pry my cheeks apart, I let her, spreading my legs wide to accommodate her efforts.

Those efforts grew very intimate, for after scrubbing the crack between my buttocks most throughly, right down to my sac and back, I felt Lindsey wiggle her finger around my anus. With her wet body leaning on mine, she slowly slid her finger into my ass, and I offered no resistance.

"Mmmm - feels nice, doesn't it Grandpa?" Lindsey asked as she slid her finger in and out of my ass, and I grunted what I meant to be a yes as I reached for the tub walls for support. "Brad likes me to do this to him too. All he thinks about is ass. Mine and his. I bet he wishes I had a dick so I could fuck him in the ass."

Brad again. The boyfriend or ex-boyfriend or whatever he was, certainly came up in conversation quite a bit, and I felt a flush of anger as I thought of Lindsey doing this to him.

"You're liking this a lot, aren't you Grandpa Ed?" Lindsey asked after reaching around me and giving my cock a pull. My member was not hard by any stretch of the imagination, but it was getting there slowly.

"That man said that we could use our toy back there, didn't he? Would you enjoy it if I put that thing in your bottom later on?"

"I don't think so," I grunted. "Let's keep it your toy."

"We'll see," Lindsey answered, and pulled her finger out of me, much to my dismay. I had gotten to enjoy her gentle probing, but Lindsey was moving on.

Her hand reached lower and grabbed my balls, and I spread my thighs further apart to let Lindsey clean my scrotum throughly. Her hand was rough, churning and pulling on my balls, and despite my busy afternoon, my cock was recovering quite nicely.

After Lindsey had me turn around, she giggled as she saw my cock swing around at better than half-mast, poking her just above her soggy bush. Lindsey soaped up her hands and began to run her paws over the length of my tool, causing me to groan.

"You're such an incredible man," Lindsey said, looking into my eyes and she stroked my cock. "I never imagined how good it could be with a real man. Don't think I'll ever be able to go back to being with boys my age."

"You will," I managed to say.

I raised my arms to allow Lindsey to scrub my armpits, and I declined her offer to shave mine like I had done hers.

"That's okay though, because I like you this way better anyway," Lindsey said. "Love my big, hairy bear just like you are. Your chest is so hairy and you do look just like a bear. I was so scared that first day with you, and now..."

We managed to get done with the shower before the hot water ran out and before I had an orgasm, and when we got out of the tub I was treated to a very intimate drying as well. It ended with Lindsey kneeling in front of me, my throbbing erection bobbing mere inches from her face as she dried my nuts with the towel.

As I looked down, Lindsey gently held my cock in the palm of her hand, looking up shyly at me before letting a finger travel down the meandering vein that went down the entire length of the shaft.




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Pinching my crown, Lindsey's tongue danced around the opening, almost seeming to try and poke the tip of her tongue inside my sensitive slit, before giving the head a kiss and getting back on her feet.

"Told you it wasn't dead," Lindsey said with pride. "I'll be in my room when you want to play with me." 

Chapter Four: Lindsey and her toy.

I didn't run right to Lindsey's room after our shower, choosing to go have a drink in the kitchen first, so technically it was about five minutes before I found myself tapping on my granddaughter's door.

Lindsey had dried herself off but hadn't bothered to put anything on, and she was on her back in bed, holding up the package that held her toy. I was also naked, letting the air dry any dampness from my body. 

What a household this had turned into, I mused as I sat on the edge of the bed next to Lindsey. A 61 year old geezer walking around bare-assed with his cock swinging around while a 18 year old sits in bed naked reading the instructions for using her dildo. 

I put my hand on Lindsey's calf, the skin smooth and not quite as pale as it had been when she arrived out here. Her arms and shoulders had also gotten a little color in them as well, and while I knew her fair skin could not take a lot of sun, she looked healthier to me with a little hint of color.

"Want me to open it up for you, honey?" I offered, and when she nodded I got the thing free from the plastic shell after a brief struggle and held the thing up for inspection. The probe was almost a foot long, counting the handle part of it which held the batteries, and the tip had a little bend to it.

Lindsey had the batteries on her night table, apparently very ready for action, and after putting them in the wrong way once, I was able to get the thing humming. 

"Gee," I said as I listened to the whisper quiet droning of the vibrator. "These things don't make as much noise as they used to."

"You've had a vibrator before, Grandpa?" Lindsey said, getting up on her elbow and watching me hold up the humming fake cock.

"Long time ago," I said, recalling the primtive thing I had bought for us back in my youth. Back in the day when Ethel cared more about me and sex than her damned bingo. "Back then, we had this ivory colored thing, about half this size. It was made of cold, hard plastic too, not anything like this." 

Her plaything was made of some kind of rubber that had a little give to it, and when I pushed a button on the base of it, the end part of the thing started to wiggle around, causing us both to titter.

"That thing me and Ethel had, that was so loud when you turned it on, you wouldn't believe it," I said, remembering turning it on for the first time. "It sounded like a weedwacker, it was so noisy. Hard to think romantic thoughts when you're listening to that thing roaring so loud you almost had to yell over it."

"Since you know how to do it, I want you to try it on me first," Lindsey said, her fingers raking through her dense bush as her thighs opened wide.

"Okay," I said, bringing the tip of it toward her parted pussy lips. "But first, why don't you tell me a few things, honey?"

"Like what, Grandpa?"

"What did you say to Amanda today, when you went back to talk to her as we were leaving?"

"Ummmm - girl talk."

"Really?" I asked, bringing the undulating tip of the vibrator to rest on her labia.

"Ohhhhh," Lindsey moaned, looking down between her legs at my teasing, and moving her hips toward me in an effort to get more contact.

"Come on Lindsey, you can tell your Grandpa. The more you tell me, the more you get of this," I informed her, and slid the tip into her pussy about an inch before retracting it.

"Please."

"Well?"

"I told her," Lindsey said between gasps. "Told her that you were going to fuck me behind the store."

"That was very naughty," I said, slipping the vibrator into her wet pussy, working half of the thing into her before slipping it back out. "We could have gotten caught."

"I know. Wanted to make her jealous."

I slipped the toy back inside her again, and this time I worked most of it inside her, and watched Lindsey's body contort as it came back out of her.

"Oooh - you like this don't you?" I asked, and as Lindsey nodded her hands came up and grabbed onto her tiny tits, squeezing the bulbous aureolas savagely. My cock was erect again, as I had always found that watching girls playing with their breasts was a real turn-on for me. "Now why would you think that would make her jealous?"

"I figured that you must have had her - seeing as you were so friendly and junk like that."

In my dreams, I had fucked her. That much I had to admit. I had launched more than one load while visions of that busty beauty danced through my head.

"She's a cutie alright," I said while teasing her pussy some more. "So you told her that we were going out back to do it?"

"Yeah," Lindsey grunted, her body quivering while I rubbed the toy around her clit.

"I heard the back door close while we were out there," I said.

"Me too."

"Do you think that was her? I thought that somebody was looking but I wasn't sure. I'm sure you couldn't see either, seeing as you were bent over so I could fuck you."

"Omigod... hope she was," Lindsey said, her voice ragged and her legs spread as wide as possible, thighs quivering. "Your man friend - at the store."

"Horace? What about him?"

"Would you - want to - watch him fuck me?"

The thought of old Horace's wrinkled old ass climbing on top of Lindsey did not make me lose my erection, but came close.

"No, honey."

"How about... his wife?" Lindsey gasped as I teased her clit some more, and my arm was starting to tingle from holding the vibrating tool all this time.

"No dear," I answered, and the thought of Agnes Clark, with her support hose and her moustache, slobbering over Lindsey was even less erotic than picturing Horace in action. "I think that watching you with that man at the book store - Reggie. Now that would be exciting to imagine."

"Too scary," Lindsey muttured. "Think he would hurt me."

"Well, how about Amanda then?" I suggested hopefully. "That would be exciting for me. She's pretty, isn't she?"

Lindsey said nothing, but continued to writhe and contort in an effort to get herself off. Her eyes were rolled back in her head and she was on the verge of speaking in tongues.

"Okay then, why don't you tell me about the woman that you said you had sex with?"

"Cum - first. PLEASE!"

The look on poor Lindsey's face was scary. She seemed on the brink of madness, as maybe my teasing had gone on for too long and too far. I plunged the vibrator into her right to the hilt, holding it in her while my thumb roughly rubbed her clit.

Lindsey yelped, slammiog herself back down on the bed over and over again, as I worked over her pussy relentlessly. As I watched with a combination of curiousity and lust, Lindsey raised her upper body to a sitting position one final time, let out a scream and slammed back down to the bed. Linda Blair revisited.

While this was going on, her entire body convulsed violently, and I lost my grip on the vibrator. As it lurched almost completely out of her, I watched in awe as fluid erupted from her pussy, spraying my arm and chest as Lindsey wailed. She was thrashing and lurching madly like a woman possessed while I kept abusing her clit with my thumb.

I took my fingers away only after she begged me to stop, finally going into a fetal position as she hugged herself, almost as if she was trying to stop her body from quaking. I put my hand on her hip while she made sobbing noises for the longest time. 

Chapter Five: Grandpa's turn.

It was easily 10 minutes before Lindsey had calmed down enough to sit up. My arm had dried off by then, and Lindsey was able to get up to a sitting position and give me a hug.

"That was so fucking intense!" Lindsey said. "I love our new toy."

"I'm glad, honey," I said as we embraced.

"Now it's your turn," Lindsey said, and motioned for me to lay down where she had been. The sheets were cold and wet, but I did as she asked.

"Honey, I don't really want you putting that thing inside of me," I cautioned her.

"Okay, but I'll just play around with it while I tell you my story."

Lindsey lifted my flaccid cock from between my legs, parting my thighs slightly as she did. She turned on the vibrator and began rubbing it over my balls and the underside of my cock. After determining that she could do better without the undulating feature on, she began working my member with it, giving me an occasional lick and nibble as she did.

"See, your dick is just about the same length as this is," Lindsey announced after getting me hard again, and as she held it up against my cock, the business part of it was about the same length. 

"Your cock is thicker though, and I like it better," Lindsey proclaimed. "I like when it shoots. Does this feel good to you, Grandpa? You like it when I hold it here?"

I groaned as Lindsey held the vibrator hard aginst the space between the base of my cock and the beginning of my scrotum.

"Guess you do!" Lindsey correctly surmised, continuing to hold it there while holding my stiff cock straight up, ther thumb and index finger holding it just under the ridge of the glans.

"Your story," I reminded Lindsey, the tingling sensation having an effect on me almost immediately.

"Oh yeah!"

"Tell me - all about the woman."

"She was real old - almost 50 I guess," Lindsey guessed, making me wince at the thought that to Lindsey, 50 was ancient. "Kinda scary looking."

"How so?"

"She looked kinda like a man, you know? She had short black hair that was almost like a crew cut. She was shorter than me, but was really strong looking. She almost looked like she had muscles, and she had a lot of tattoos."

"How did you end up with a woman like that?"

"Brad said that she wanted to meet me, and get to know me," Lindsey said, moving the vibrator up to my drooling crown, where she used the tool to play with the pre-cum.

Brad again. This little fucker was getting on my nerves for real now. Setting this poor kid up with some dyke was really sick.

"So he dropped me off at her place. She smoked cigarettes and looked really mean. She was wearing a sweatshirt with the sleeves torn off, and I was afraid that if I didn't do what she said I would get beat up or some junk like that."

"She didn't hurt me or anything," Lindsey continued, bringing the vibrator down to my nuts again, and now I found myself trying to do what Lindsey had done earlier; namely attempting to get myself off by thrusting into the toy.

"Don't... understand," I grunted as I looked down and watched the seed ooze out of me like lava.

"She brought me into the bedroom and took my clothes off. After seeing my breasts she says that she wonders why Brad always ends up with flat chested girlfriends, which I thought was kinda mean. Especially when she didn't seem to have all that much herself, you know what I mean?"

"Uh," I moaned. "What's her name? The woman."

"Lucy. She takes off her sweatshirt and I feel bad because she's got this bandage wrapped all around her, covering her chest. I guess I looked at her funny, so she says that she'll take it off if I'd prefer. I was hoping that she didn't have any big scars or anything, but when she unwinds the bandage, it turns out that she's got these really big boobs. Probably as big as Amanda's are. I thought that was dumb to cover them up like that, because if I had big ones like hers I'd let them stick right out!"

I was blatantly thrusting myself against the vibrator, my crimson cock needing relief badly, but Lindsey released the pressure on my tool every time I did.

"So anyway, Lucy rubs her tits against mine, and she's got these enormous nipples that really stick way out. After that she put me on the bed and went down on me. It was okay and junk, but nothing like what I feel when you do that to me."

"Oh wow," Lindsey said suddenly, interrupting herself. "You really must want to cum, huh Grandpa? Well, after that she made me go down on her. She was really hairy down there, like me, and I didn't know how to do it very well so she had me make a fist and tells me to ram it in and out of her real hard."

I had Lindsey's sheets clenched in my hands, practically begging for release, and Lindsey realized it.

"Would you like to do that to me Grandpa? Stick your fist inside of me like that?"

Lindsey's finger stroking the cleft on the underside of my glans while her thumb rubbed the ridge on the top, combined with the toy pulsating away on the base of my tool, became overwhelming.

I moaned like a steer as my cum squirted out of me, wads of my seed spalttering on my stomach and pubic hair, and Lindsey kept up the pressure until my cum stopped flowing and my cock became limp once again.

"I don't understand," I told Lindsey as she cuddled up next to me, idly licking my semen off of the backs of her fingers as we relaxed. "How the hell did this Brad know about this woman - this Lucy character?"

"Uh, Lucy is Brad's mom."

Chapter Six: Wake up call.

Lindsey explained to me that Lucy, Brad's mother, had broken up with his father and she was now living with a woman. Apparently he used to beat the crap out of her regularly, and she was an alcoholic, so the kid didn't live with either of them. Made me feel a little sorry for him, even though throwing poor Lindsey to his dyke mom like a piece of raw meat was pretty nasty.

Who was I to talk, I wondered as I drifted off to sleep. Was I any better?

I woke up a little later in a fog, like I had been dropped in the middle of some play. Lindsey was on that damn cell phone again, and she was crying and swearing like a sailor.

"You little fucker!" Lindsey yelled. "Don't you do this to us! I hate your guts! I never want to see you again!" 

I raised up on one elbow as I watched her pacing around, fist clenched and sounding furious.

"I'll never forgive you for this Brad Kormann, you pathetic little fucker!"

With that, Lindsey threw the phone down on the floor, pieces of plastic flying in the air all over the room. Two thoughts crossed my mind as I listened to the chunks of phone bouncing around the room.

My first thought was that at least I wouldn't have to listen to that horrible music that played everytime she got a call. The second thought was that Lindsey had quite a temper and had just cost herself or her folks some money by destroying that phone.

When Lindsey turned around and faced me, and I saw how distraught she was, I forgot all about that. Naked and shaking, she seemed so pitiful and meek that it broke my heart.

"Lindsey, what's wrong baby?" I asked, happy in a way that apparently that phone call was going to end the spectre of Brad in her life. Wrong.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry. So sorry. I did a bad thing. A really bad thing."

She fell into my arms, her sobbing almost uncontrollable, and all I could do was hold her and offer my most sage advice.

"Honey, nothing can be as bad as all that," I suggested. Wrong again.

"He's coming out here," Lindsey sobbed. "Brad."

"The hell he is," I said. "No way in hell is that little shithead coming out here after upsetting you like this!"

Wrong once more. Brad was coming, and there was no way of stopping him.

Lindsey was right. She had done a bad thing. A very bad thing.

............. 

Thanks for reading. Brad is on the way, and Lindsey isn't happy about it. Grandpa isn't happy either, and he's about to get even more unhappy about it when he finds out the reason for the visit.



Grandpa: After Molly Ch. 06



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When last we met, Lindsey was very upset, and Grandpa was trying to console his distressed granddaughter. After all, he figured, what could be so bad for her to get so upset about?

In Part 6, Ed Watson finds out.

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Chapter One: Technology and Grandpa.

I held my sobbing granddaughter tightly as she tried to regain her composure. It had been a very hectic day indeed, starting out early that morning when they made a trip to the mall, where we bought a skimpy halter top and shorts outfit, which covered her little boobies, her abundant bush and her pert butt, and precious little else.

After parading her around the mall, where she got a great deal of attention which got me more than a little excited myself, we started driving home. We made an unscheduled stop at an adult bookstore, where Lindsey got drooled over by a Charles Barkley look-alike, who ended up following us back to the video booth where he watched Lindsey sit on my lap and get fucked, followed my me blowing my wad into her mouth. Bought a vibrator and a dirty movie too.

We then went to my local Quik-E-Mart to buy batteries for her new toy, and while in the store Lindsey let an old geezer peek at her titties, and took off her halter so the checkout girl could check her out. That she did at my request, under her condition that right after that, we would go out in the back of the store and fuck. The fact that the cashier had apparently watched us was not known by me at the time, but no matter.

After arriving home, I got a couple of hours rest before having Lindsey bathe me, followed by the premiere of Lindsey's vibrating and undulating cock, which was used on both of us to great enjoyment by all.

Not a typical day in the lives of your average grandpa and granddaughter, I suppose, but it wasn't that far out of the ordinary for me, since Lindsey had arrived on the scene.

The phone call that Lindsey was just involved in; now that was something that certainly put a damper on the evening. I had been dozing off when I awoke to the sound of Lindsey yelling and screaming at her boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend, and which culminated with Lindsey smashing her cellphone on the floor, where it met a rather dramatic and shattered end.

Good riddance was my first thought, me being the last man on earth without one of the stupid things, but when I saw how upset Lindsey was over the call, I got concerned. Then, when she told me she had done something really bad, I was worried.

"You want to tell me what you did that was so bad?" I asked after Lindsey's crying jag had subsided somewhat.

"You're going to hate me," was Lindsey's answer, and it was one she repeated a couple of times before I got her to tell me why I was going to hate her.

"Remember the other night, when you came past my room and I was on the phone?"

"Yes. You were upset then too, but not like this."

"Well, Brad was being really miserable to me. He was telling me how he went to a party and was making out with Erin Marie - she's a friend of mine. I finally got fed up and told him I was breaking up with him. I told him I had been having sex with a real man who made me feel so good that I could never go back to him anyway."

Oh brother, I thought to myself. She went and told this goofy kid that I had been screwing her. At least if that got around, nobody would believe him, or so I assumed.

"And..."

"I was really pissed off at him, and just before I was going to hang up, you went down the hall. I stopped you, remember?"

"Yes..."

"I took your shorts down and started to give you head - and then so I could get you hard, I had you get on your hands and knees, remember."

"Yes," I said, getting annoyed at this endless retelling of the story. "I couldn't get hard right away, because I had just fucked you, so you me get on my hands and knees and you licked my anus until I got hard, and you had me cum all over your face."

"Please don't get mad at me, Grandpa Ed," Lindsey pleaded. "You promised you wouldn't hate me if I did that to you."

"I'm not mad at what you did, I'm getting mad at this roundabout way of telling me what has made you upset! Are you trying to tell me that his little twerp knows what we did together that night?"

"Well, yeah..."

"You told him that you sucked my cock? You just went and said - I just gave my Grandpa head? I just licked my grandfather's anus?"

"It's called a rim job, Grandpa, and please don't yell."

"Don't yell? How am I supposed to feel when you do something like that? Why would you tell him that anyway?"

"I wanted to make him jealous, and I didn't tell him that stuff."

"What do you mean," I snapped.

"The phone call - I never hung up. I left Brad connected when you came in."

"Oh great!" I said. "So this stupid shit got to listen to me grunting and groaning and moaning when I came?"

"Yeah, and he recorded the call too."

There are defining moments in all of our lives, and while this was being explained to me, I was sure that this was one of mine. Certain I was about to pass out, I collapsed into the chair by the door. Lindsey's flaming red bush was scant inches from my face, but for once I didn't want to lick it. I was so mad I wanted to rip the hair off her with my bare hands.

"That's why he's coming out here," Lindsey continued. "He said he wants to talk to you."

"I don't want to talk to that fucking asshole," I snapped. "I want to rip his head off and shit down his neck. Tell him to go to hell!"

"He said," Lindsey sniffed, "that if he didn't come out here he was thinking about playing it for Mom and Dad."

...

Chapter Two: Smells like teen blackmail.

I got up from the chair and somehow made it out of Lindsey's room and down the hall. I remember her grabbing my arm and saying things, but I pushed her away and went into my room, locking the door behind me.

Lindsey was sobbing and pounding on the door, begging me to let her in. That was the last thing I wanted to do. It was all her damn fault that I was in this mess. Parading around here with her titties wiggling and her ass shaking. What the hell was I supposed to do? 

Those thoughts raced through my mind for a time as I paced the floor. Not my fault. I was lonely. I was old. I'm probably going senile. That's not even me on that recording.

"Fuck!" I screamed, and smashed my fist into the wall, sending pictures flying from their hooks and crashing onto the floor. Lindsey screamed when she heard the noise, crying for me to let her in.

I got up, eventually, having tried and failed to put the blame on everybody except where it rightly belonged. With me. Unlocking the door, I opened it slowly and saw Lindsey on the hallway floor, still sobbing quietly, still naked.

"I'm sorry Grandpa," she whimpered, her eyes red and puffy, and her face so filled with hurt that words can't describe it.

Nodding, I reached down and helped her up.

"All my fault, honey," I said, wrapping my arms around her.

"No, it isn't Grandpa," Lindsey said softly. "I was stupid to get us into this mess, and I'll do whatever I have to in order to get us out of it."

I led Lindsey over to the bed, and we slid under the sheet and held each other until the morning sun started to peek through the blinds.

...

Chapter Three: Before Brad.

I didn't lay on a hand on Lindsey the next day, which was an event in itself. I was still mad at her, but I also remembered the stupid things I had done and said when I was young. Still and all, that was then and this was now, and now was an uncomfortable place to be for me.

What had I said, I wondered, while that phone was sitting there? I racked my brain but could only remember snippets of what went on. That had been quite a few orgasms ago, and my mind isn't what it used to be.

Lindsey had spoken to me about Brad, to sort of give me an idea of what he was like. He was older than Lindsey by 2 years, and was going to be a junior in college next year. Lindsey claimed he was really cute and smart too, and while I didn't give a rat's ass what he looked like, I was more than a little concerned with his intelligence level.

I suspected that he was going to try and extort money from me, and frankly, if a few hundred bucks would make him disappear forever it would be a small price to pay. There was always the chance that the kid might lean on me as a source for future income as well.

The following day, I went alone to the mall in search of some sort of protection for myself. I ended up in an electronics store, where I tried to explain what I was looking for without making it as sinister as it seemed.

"No, I don't want a cell phone or a two year agreement or anything like that," I explained to the clerk, who was busy trying to sell me everything under the sun. "I just want a simple little device that I could record my voice on."

I explained that I was a contractor who liked to walk through my construction sites and makes notes on things that I needed done or wanted changed, and my handwriting was so bad that I couldn't read it.

He ended up reluctantly selling me a little voice activated audio recorder that he claimed would hold 32 hours of conversation and could clip onto my belt just like a cell phone. Good enough for what I needed, I thought, which was insurance in case this kid tried to really put the squeeze on me. 

...

Chapter Four: Brad.

"He's here," Lindsey said glumly as she looked out the window.

Not exactly the imposing figure I had created in my mind, Brad walked across my lawn from his piece-of-shit ten year old Toyota which he parked in front of the house.

Probably about the same height as Lindsey's 5'8" or so, and almost as skinny, with a goofy smile and long dirty blonde hair. Looked like he belonged on a surfboard or a skateboard, and as Lindsey went to the door to let him in, I tried to visualize how many pieces I could break him into.

"Lindsey baby!" Brad yelped as he came into my house, and I noted with pleasure that Lindsey turned her face as he grabbed her and kissed her, his efforts landing on her cheek instead of her lips.

"And you must be Mr. Watson," he said as he turned towards me, shifting his gym bag and offering his free hand. "Pleased to meet you sir."

I left the hand out there for a few seconds before giving him a brief and very firm handshake that made him grin and wince at the same time.

We went out to the kitchen table and sat down, nervously looking at each other while my blood pressure began to rise. Brad kept grinning that goofy grin as he reached into his gym bag and pulled out a bottle of Jack Daniels.

"Let's have a drink to celebrate!" Brad announced as he cracked open the bottle, and I got up and got a couple of glasses and brought them back to the table.

"None for you, Mr. Watson?" Brad asked as he poured shots into the rocks glasses.

"Lindsey's not old enough to drink," I informed him. "I assume you are though."

"Yes I am, sir," Brad said. "Lindsey's had a few before though, right babe?"

"Not here," I informed him, taking the drink and downing it without blinking.

"Wow!" Brad said, pouring another shot for me before going back to his. "Thirsty, I guess. Well, we wouldn't want to corrupt Lindsey now, would we?"

"Can we get to the point of your visit?" I asked curtly.

I was giving this little twerp the meanest glare I could manage, but he seemed pretty much unfazed by it. He shrugged as he sipped his drink before reaching into his bag and pulling out his phone.

"Ah yes - a little entertainment should liven up this party," Brad said as he fiddled with some buttons on the thing. "Now imagine how crushed I was when my girlfriend - the love of my life, breaks the news to me that she was being unfaithful."

"I'm not your girlfriend, Brad Kormann!" Lindsey said defiantly, tears trickling down her reddened cheeks.

"You were when you were doing this."

Lindsey's voice came out loudly and clearly from Brad's device.

"I'm so glad that I got to experience what a real man is like. Your cock is so big - it's way bigger than that stupid Brad's is!" 

"Ouch - That wasn't nice," Brad interrupted, stopping the replay. "You really know how to hurt a guy. That wasn't enough though," he added, continuing the recording.

"So thick too. I wish I could take more of it in my mouth. I want you to cum on my face again."

"Honey, I don't think I can again so soon."

My voice. There would be no denying that.

"I'll bet you can. Maybe you'll like this."

"Oh!"

That was me again, groaning and moaning like some porno movie.

"Suck them hard honey. Oh man, I love it when you suck my nuts."

Good grief. I sounded like the most vile creature on earth. 

"I knew you'd get it up again!"

Lindsey, apparently done with tickling her tonsils with my testicles, was moving onward.

"But I'm not hard yet, not real hard."

"Here Grandpa. Get on the bed - on your hands and knees."

There was a rustling and creaking which was me getting onto the bed as Lindsey directed.

"When Brad can't get hard - and that's a lot of the time, I would have to do this to him."

Silence for a brief second, which was broken by my guttural groaning complete with expletives.

"Do you love me, Grandpa? No matter what?"

"Oh god... yes honey of course, honey, Please don't stop!"

"I love you too, Grandpa. Brad usually makes me do this to him, but for you - I really want to do this."

"Oh Lindsey... feels so good... that's it! Lick my asshole! I'm gonna cum baby."

I closed my eyes while Lindsey sobbed in her chair. That was my voice, but I couldn't believe what I was saying. I didn't even remember spouting that filth, but there was the evidence.

There was the grand finale, when I came all over Lindsey's face, and Lindsey's choking sounds as she tried to gobble my load, but then it mercifully ended.

Brad, for his part, sat stoically until it played out, and then calmly hit the switch to stop the torture. We sat for a minute listening to Lindsey cry, and then Brad picked up his device and stood up.

"Let's take a walk, Mr. Watson," he said, getting up and moving toward the screen door that led to the back of the house.

...

Chapter Five: A chat with Brad.

I patted Lindsey on the shoulder as I followed Brad out the back, letting the screen slam behind me as I checked to make sure the recorder was still hooked onto my hip. It took a while to get used to it, but I had made up my mind to record every word we exchanged. Might come in handy in case things got out of hand, I figured.

"Gee, this is quite a spread you have back here!" Brad exclaimed, waving his arm at the vast open space in the back of my house. "Is this all yours?"

"Only back a little bit behind the barn," I explained. "The valley and the pond are county land, and the railroad owns the tracks. Why, do you figure on becoming a partner of mine?"

"No sir," Brad said as we reached the slope that looked out to the county land. "I think you have me all wrong."

"I'm all ears."

"That shit you did with Lindsey - hell, I don't care about that," he explained. "Lindsey was just somebody to pass the time with, you know what I'm saying?"

"You mean that you don't care about her?"

"She's all right, but it's not like I'm in love with her or anything. I mean, she ain't much to look at. Ain't got much of a body, and those tits of hers are pretty sad."

"Listen," I said, putting my hand on his shoulder. "I'm trying to keep from losing my temper, but you're talking about a girl that I love, so if you want to keep this somewhat civil, I suggest you tone down the bullshit."

"Hey, no offense Grandpa," Brad said defensively. "I'm sure young pussy like Lindsey must look good to you at your age, but facts are facts."

"So why don't you just come out with what you want?" I snapped. "You came a long way to blackmail me, so just hit me with what you're looking for. You're checking out my house like you think I have a lot of money or something, but that ain't necessarily so."

"Whoa!" Brad said, throwing up his hands defensively. "Blackmail is illegal. That's not my scene man. No way! Hell, I'm going to be lawyer someday."

"Why am I not surprised at that?"

"Good one, Grandpa."

"You can stop calling me Grandpa too, while you're at it," I added.

"No, I like it way it sounds, so I'm going to keep calling you Grandpa," Brad said calmly. "I'm sure that you prefer it coming from Lindsey, as in, Oh Grandpa, your cock is so big! Cum all over my face."

"You know, this is pretty wide-open country out here," I said, pinching his bony shoulder a bit. "It's not like the city. Out here, if somebody had an accident, it might take a long time to find their body."

"You know, I thought about that, so I wrote down the address of where I was headed. Just in case something were to happen to me. An accident, or some unforseen event, you know?" 

Brad's hand came up to the one I had resting on his shoulder, and rubbed it softly.

"You have me all wrong, Grandpa," Brad said, focusing his baby blues on me. "I'm so much like you it's not funny. Man, I'm kinky too. I'm really open-minded about things, if you know what I mean."

"Explain what you want."

"I just want to have fun. You know, get off a few times. Have some good times."

"Where do I come in?" I asked. "What part of the fun do I factor in, and what about that recording?"

"In 48 hours, I'll be history as far as you're concerned, if you just go along with the program."

"What program?"

"I have this all planned out," Brad said excitedly. "Tonight, the three of us are going to have a party. You and me and Lindsey."

"What kind of party?"

"The kind you've been having with her since she got here. You ever been in a threesome, Grandpa? Man, we could really show her some shit. We could DP her and rock her world."

"DP? No, I don't get it?"

"Both of us doing her at the same time," Brad explained. "Lindsey says you've got a big cock. Of course, she hasn't seen that many of them, I know that much, but I know a big one when I see it."

"The three of us in bed together?"

"It'll be wild, Grandpa," Brad continued. "I was her first, you know that? I really was too. You could tell because she was like a stuck pig when I popped her cherry. Know what I mean?"

"I don't want to hear about that," I said, trying to block out what he was saying. "The first time should be special."

"It was, man. She was so desperate to get fucked it wasn't funny, and she couldn't get anybody to do her before she met me, I guess. I picked her up one night at a party. Imagine a girl that's still a virgin at 18 these days!"

"There's nothing wrong with that," I protested.

"Whatever. She liked it, and for me, she was somebody to do. Somebody to kill some time with. A beard, you know?"

"So, tonight the three of us are in bed. Then you leave?"

"Tomorrow, a few of my buds are coming here. We're going to go to a concert out in Buffalo. You heard of Ozzfest? Man, that's going to be one crazy time. You know Ozzy, right?"

"Ozzy?"

"Yeah, Grandpa!" Brad said. "Ozzy Osborne. He used to be in Black Sabbath."

"Good grief, he must be as old as I am," I said, recalling the name of the group that was popular when I was in my twenties.

"He's cool though, just like you are," Brad said. "I mean, fucking your own granddaughter? That is so kinky and cool. Hope I'm still fucking when I'm as old as you. I got myself off listening to you two, if you know what I'm saying?"

"Where do your friends come in on this?"

"Before we go to the concert, we're gonna have a party here. With Lindsey."

"What kind of party?"

"You know what kind, Grandpa. Don't worry. It won't be anybody Lindsey knows. She's heard me talk about one guy we call The Rooter, but they're all college friends of mine that don't live anywhere near her."




Grandpa: After Molly Ch. 06



"So you plan on having these guys come in here and use Lindsey?"

"Pretty much just like I used her," Brad said coldly. "Just like another man did too, the way I see it."

"What do you expect me to do while this goes on?"

"Watch us work her out. Join in. Fuck, that would be even better, Grandpa! You filling in the holes along with the rest of us would be crazy! And you don't have to worry about what they will think. I didn't tell them you're Lindsey's grandfather. I told them you were my grandfather. Man, they think I'm crazy as hell anyway, especially after they met my mom."

"Some family you've got," I muttered.

"All families have their skeletons in the closets, don't they Grandpa?"

"Then what?" I asked in resignation.

"We leave. I never see Lindsey again. You never see me or any of the other guys again, and you and Lindsey can fuck happily ever after. I don't care. Hell, you can have my cellphone too. It's like a dinosaur anyway."

"What about Lindsey?" I asked. "Doesn't she have a say in this? She's not going to agree to doing all this."

"Are you kidding?" Brad said with a laugh. "She'll do anything you ask her to, haven't you figured that out yet? Hell, she was rimming me the same night we met. Tell her to do something and she does it. Ask my mom."

"The acorn didn't fall far from the tree, I guess. You probably wouldn't care for it getting around that your mother is the way she is," I mentioned, hoping that I had something I could use on him.

"Shit, my mother is the biggest pig on the planet and my father is the biggest asshole. Print up flyers with that on it, and I'll provide the pictures to go along with them," Brad spat. "Nice try though, Grandpa."

"Relax and enjoy it," Brad continued, finally letting go of my hand that I had on his shoulder. "I'll explain it all to Lindsey myself, so you won't have to be involved in that part of it. We're going to have a great time. All of us."

"One thing," I said before we headed back inside. "I'm going along with this. Not only for my own sake, but for Lindsey. Me, I'm an old bastard who's lived his life, and I'd just as soon string myself up in the barn that have her be embarrassed by anybody else finding out about us."

"I dig what you're saying," Brad said.

"What I'm saying," I said semi-mockingly, "is that Lindsey is not going to come to any harm during any of this. If I think for one minute that she's being hurt and wants it to stop, it will stop. Understood?"

...

Chapter Six: Preparation.

Brad took Lindsey for a ride after our conversation, and they were gone for a couple of hours. When they returned, they had a pizza with them that they had bought at the Village Pizzeria and a six-pack that they had bought at the Quik-E-Mart.

I picked at a slice of pizza and drained a beer, but I was too nervous to eat much. Lindsey's eyes were red, indicating that she had spent much of the time with Brad crying, and Brad seemd determined to keep us apart as much as possible.

"I'm sorry about all this, Grandpa," Lindsey said when Brad went to take a leak. "I'll do everything you and Brad want me to though. After he's gone we'll be together again and this will be over forever."

I didn't know what we would be doing that was of my own volition, but Brad's return prevented me from elaborating, so I went to take a shower while they finished eating.

A threesome, I thought to myself as I showered. Not exactly the same kind of threesome that I had enjoyed with Molly and her friend Angie, and I liked the male to female ratio a whole lot better in that coupling. Another guy? That was a whole different ballgame.

The more I thought about it, the more I thought back to the adult bookstore, and Reggie watching Lindsey while we screwed in the booth. It certainly hadn't bothered me that he was peeking through the curtain while Lindsey sucked my cock either. 

Quite the opposite, as I had replayed that scene in my mind often since that day, and I had fantasized about different possible endings to that adventure as well. It was insane to think that I might have missed my true calling at my age; that of a porn actor, but the fact of the matter was that I liked having Reggie at the bookstore watching me, and the thought that Amanda at the Quik-E-Mart had been there when I was screwing Lindsey had thrilled me as well.

After I had dried myself off, I put on my robe and slippers and headed out to the kitchen. Lindsey was tidying up the table and gave me a nervous smile when she saw me, and I returned it as I headed for the Chivas Regal, figuring I could use a shot of courage for this.

...

Chapter Seven: Just the three of us.

We went into my bedroom, figuring that we would need the extra space so that I would make as little contact as possible with Brad. Brad made himself as home, undressing Lindsey and instructing her to do the same to him.

Brad was a skinny kid, and his hairless chest was scrawy but his stomach was flat. He was looking at me watch him getting undressed by Lindsey. For her part, she was doing it with a startling lack of emotion, and Brad had to ease her down when it was time for his boxer shorts to come off.

He seemed very proud of his body, smiling as she pulled off his briefs, and while I wouldn't have minded having his flat stomach, I saw nothing to be envious of. His cock was just a tiny little tube that dangled under a modest tuft of hair. Lindsey had not been kidding when she had commented on his size, and while I was no authority, I could see her point.

Brad pulled her head toward his dick, and after she glanced back at me, Lindsey began sucking on it. It grew in length and girth, and as it got erect it curled upwards, even if it ended up to be the size of my thumb.

"That's it babe, suck it good," Brad said, caressing her wavy red hair as he leaned into Lindsey, who was sucking the entire length with no problem.

The sight of Lindsey going down on Brad was having an effect on me, so that when Brad told Lindsey to pay some attention to her grandfather, it was not completely limp.

"Motherfucker!" Brad exclaimed as Lindsey opened my robe, and I allowed it to fall off my shoulders. "Look at the size of that thing! You're hung like a horse, Grandpa."

I ignored the hand he put on my shoulder as Lindsey proudly grabbed my tool and brought it to her mouth, giving Brad a look of disdain as she began licking and sucking on the crown. I became hard almost immediately, and as my cock sprang to attention, Brad moved closer to me.

"Here Lindsey, suck us both together," he innsrtucted, leaning over so our tools were touching.

I avoided the contact, but had to be amused at the way we looked next to each other, no matter how juvenile it felt. We didn't even look like we were of the same species when Brad's pale member waved near mine.

Lindsey had all she could do to get me in her mouth, but she started going back and forth between the two of us in order to keep Brad quiet. It struck me as weird that Brad seemed to enjoy watching Lindsey sucking on the head of my cock more than when she went right down to the nuts on him.

That must be some feeling, I thought to myself, while Lindsey's mouth took all of him in. To have your whole cock inside a girl's mouth wasn't something I'd ever experienced. Hell, I couldn't even get Ethel to put her mouth near it most of the time.

"Fuck her, Grandpa," Brad said, pulling Lindsey's mouth off of him roughly. "I want to see you split the bitch wide open."

The look I gave him was meant to wither him, but he shrugged it off with a half hearted apology.

"That's the last time I'm going to hear that word come out of you," I admonished him.

"It's okay, Grandpa," Lindsey said. "I don't care what she says. Ignore him. I want you to make love to me."

Lindsey fell back onto the bed and spread her thighs wide, running her hand through her dense bush, which seemed to be sparkling. When my hand went down there I felt how wet she was already, and Lindsey told me she was ready for me.

Under Brad's watchful eye, I climbed between Lindsey's parted thighs with my cock in hand. I rubbed it up and down her pussy lips a couple of times before easing myself into her. We had done this so many times, and while Lindsey had become accustomed to my size, she was still a tight fit, especially at first. 

"Oh Grandpa!" Lindsey yelped as I continued to work myself into her. "You're so fucking good!"

This was for Brad's benefit. That much I was certain of, and she was thrashing around a lot more too, even though she was a very active and vocal girl in the sack normally anyway. If she was trying to make me feel good, she was succeeding. Making Brad jealous; now that wasn't working at all.

"Holy shit!" Brad exclaimed as he watched my cock disappear into Lindsey's flaming bush. "You like that, don't you Lindsey? You like that big cock in your pussy, don't you?"

Lindsey said nothing to him, but continued to yelp and flail her arms around as I slid myself in and out of her.

"Can't believe you shaved her pits, Grandpa," Brad said as he held her arm down onto the mattress and explored her smooth underarm, which Lindsey must have just done herself. "She had the hairiest pits I ever saw."

I tried to block out his voice and not look at her playing with Lindsey's titties, but that was easier said than done. It didn't seem to bother Lindsey, who was on the virge of orgasm, when she came, she was even louder and more spastic than usual, again for Brad benefit I'm sure, but the way her pussy seized my cock made it clear that she had cum.

"Get on your back, Grandpa," Brad directed, and while I resented being told what to do, I welcomed the rest that my knees and back would get, so I climbed off of Lindsey and let her mount me.

"You make me cum so good, Grandpa," Lindsey whispered after she put me inside her and leaned forward, apparently also at Brad's direction.

"That looks unreal," Brad commented, watching Lindsey grind on me. "Lean forward, Linz. I want to get in there too."

Brad straddled my legs, pushing Lindsey even further up toward the headboard, while he tried to do something back there. I thought that he was going to put his dick in Lindsey's ass, because there was a lot of fumbling around going on. Lindsey gave me a look that indicated she was confused as well.

"Oh man!" Brad exclaimed, and I felt something weird on the underside of my cock.

It took me a minute to figure out what the hell he was doing, but when I felt something rubbing against me, I started to protest. I was drowned out by Brad moaning, and as soon as it had started it had stopped.

"How's you like that, Lindsey?" Brad said excitedly, climbing off the bed and standing beside us. "All those years you couldn't get anybody in your pussy, and now you get two at once! Man, you must have really stretched her out, Grandpa!"

I thought that this punk calling me Grandpa was revolting enough, but after realizing that the jerk had been inside Lindsey at the same time I was, I was really put off. So much so, that I lost a good deal of my erection. I was able to stay inside of her, but barely.

"Let me suck you off, Grandpa," Lindsey said, coming to my rescue when she realized what was happening.

My shame was tempered by the fact that it had never happened before, but there was a reason for it. After Lindsey began sucking on the head of my cock, while working on the shaft with her hands, I regained my hardness.

"Suck that cock!" Brad shouted out, acting as a cheerleader while he paced alongside the bed, pulling on his pecker as he did. "C'mon babe, go down on that bad boy!"

I focused on the sight of Lindsey's lips sliding up and down my crown, ignoring the sight and sound of the punk as best I could. I ran my fingers through her wavy red hair while her freckled hands twisted and stroked my tool, and eventually I erupted into her mouth, my cum sliding back down the shaft as it oozed out from around her lips.

"Here's some more for you, babe!" Brad's voice announced, as he grabbed Lindsey's scalp, pulling her mouth off my cock just in time.

Brad yanked Lindsey's face toward his re-energized pecker just in time for her to get spurted on with his erupting dick. Nice to be young and able to recover so fast, I thought to myself as I watched the punk rub his dripping dick on her cheeks before releasing the grip he had on her hair.

After a minute, I rolled off of the bed and padded off to the bathroom, leaving the two alone. When I came back to my bedroom, Lindsey was on her way out, with Brad right behind her. I stepped to the side to let them pass, and went over to my shirt, where the voice recorder had been resting nearby.

Nothing much worth recording so far, I thought to myself as I looked at the device that seemed to be a waste of money, before setting it on the dresser. At least this was almost over, as tomorrow Brad would be history.

I looked for my pajamas, wanting to get a good night's sleep before tomorrow, but stopped when I heard a tapping at the door. Opening it quickly, I did not see Lindsey, as I had expected, but instead found Brad, who smiled as he looked at my shocked face.


"Let's talk for a second," Brad said, moving past me and entering the room without waiting for an invitation.

"Make it a fast second," I advised him, all of a sudden feeling as naked as I, in fact, was. Two naked guys in a room did nothing for me besides making me uncomfortable, but it didn't faze Brad in the least.

"That waasn't so bad - the three of us together just now, was it Grandpa?"

"I'm not your Grandpa, and as far as I'm concerned, I'll be happy when you are out of my life, like you promised."

"I will be, after tomorrow," Brad said, and his attitude made me grab my robe and holdd it in front of me. "Tomorrow is a long way off though. You sure you want to put Lindsey through it?"

"I didn't realize that I had a choice."

"Poor Lindsey's gonna get more dick in a matter of a couple of hours than she's had her entire life. Don't know how many guys are going to be here. Some of them saw what Lindsey looks like and are passing on the gang bang and instead just meeting us at the concert. They like women that look more like - you know - women."

"Lindsey's as beautiful a woman as you'll ever know, and way more than you deserve," I spat out, just waiting for the kid to push me too far.

"Well, we'll see how she makes out," Brad said. "The Rooter - now he's going to really do a number on her."

"Who is this Rooter that you keep talking about?" I asked him. "Seems like you're a big fan of him or something."

"He's something else," Brad said, shaking his head in awe. "We've done some stuff like this together. You know, banging broads that I find for him? He's like a wild man. Like somebody just escaped from the jungle. Built like a tank, and just about as smart. Wait until you see him!"

"This guy goes to college with you?" I wondered aloud. 

"He plays football, so he doesn't really have to go to class. All he wants to do is fuck. Like he says - I love ass! Gotta have ass! Crazy, huh? What he's going to do to Lindsey's tail is scary to even think about."

"Then why are you letting this happen?"

"Love to watch him in action. Now this can all be called off, but that's up to you."

"Okay," I said. "It's off."

"Not that easy, Grandpa, but almost as easy, and you won't have to do a thing."

"I'm listening."

"Like I told you this afternoon," Brad explained. "Lindsey's like a beard. You know, she's just there for show. For cover."

"Covering what?"

"I told you I was a very open minded guy. I really don't have many limits or barriers in my life. I like girls. Don't get me wrong, but if I had a choice between being with Lindsey or being with a guy like Rudy - he's The Rooter - it would be no contest."


"Huh?"

"When he's tearing up Lindsey's ass tomorrow, I'll be wishing it was me instead of her."

"You mean to say that you've got the hots for this guy?"

"You catch on slow, Grandpa. I thought it was kind of obvious the kind of man I am."

"Well, why don't you tell this cave man you want to roll in the hay with him?" I suggested while my skin began to crawl.

"He'd fucking kill me, that's why!" Brad declared. "He's not very... tolerant of a lot of things."

"So what do you want me to do?" I snapped. "Talk him into cuddling up with you?"

"You still don't get it?" Brad said, putting his hand on my shoulder. "When I first saw you I couldn't believe it. You looked a lot like this guy that did me the first time. Expect for down there, I mean. Not many men look like that.

"You really turn me on, Grandpa," Brad continued as I stood there in shock. "When I saw your cock in Lindsey, I had to - you know. It felt so fantastic when I rubbed my cock next to yours, that I couldn't help it and came right away. Didn't you like it too, when I did that? That shitty head that Lindsey gave you? Man, I could give you head like you wouldn't believe, and I'd take you all the way up my ass and beg for more! Let me spend the night with you, and I'll call everything off."

Now it was my turn to put my hand on his shoulder and to tell him how I really felt.

"Be happy that you got off cheap," I spat at the kid after I tossed him out into the hall, my fingerprints still embedded in his bicep. "Avoid me until this is over, or else I swear I'll kill you, you fruit!"

"Have it your way, Grandpa," Brad said, rubbing the back of his head which I had accidently thrown into the wall. "Rooter's gonna split Lindsey's ass open like you won't believe, but first, I'm gonna get me some of that tail right now."

Brad turned and fled into Lindsey's room, where I heard him latch the door behind him. Afterward, I heard the sounds of slapping flesh and Lindsey's whimpering as her bed creaked loudly, until I could stand it no longer and went into my own bedroom, closing my ears as best I could.

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Next, the seventh and final chapter of his story. Lindsey's party.  



Grandpa: After Molly Ch. 07



Because of computer and health problems, the final chapter has been a long time coming, and for that I apologize to anyone left waiting. Thanks for your understanding. None of this will make any sense without knowing the rest of the story. The previous 6 chapters can be found by clicking on MisterReason above.

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This is the final chapter of this story; a tale in which Ed Watson had begun by seducing his red-haired granddaughter Lindsey - or was that the other way around? 

Regardless, they had begun an adventure that took them from nightly romps in the sack, to episodes in the booth of an adult bookstore, to sex behind dumpsters of grocery stores, and now to this.

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Chapter One: Party time.

Brad kept Lindsey away from me all morning, and I had to figure that it was by design. They left the house early the next morning, and when they came back, they had a car following them into the driveway that three other people hopped out of.

They were Brad's age, and the two guys looked like they spent a lot of time landing on their heads after falling off skateboards. The girl was loud and brassy, with a tank top that had "Quit looking at my tits" printed on the front.

I could see why people would look, because she had quite a pair on her, but I suppose that if you wore something that covered them up a little more, that might not be so much an issue.

"Hey Grandpa!" Brad chirped merrily, causing me to grit my teeth. "These are some of my friends. This is Erin, with the lungs. Chuck is the tall dude, and hiding behind everybody is Little Larry."

I nodded at them all, and Erin wiggled her tongue at me when she passed me. They all trudged into my house like they owned it, with Lindsey trailing the pack. Brad made sure that Lindsey didn't stop to talk to me, and herded her right past me.

In the house, they were even more loud and obnoxious than outside, although the kid they called Little Larry at least had some manners, and tried to converse with me.

"So, like it must be neat to having you for a grandfather," Larry said. "Brad said that you're a really good guy. Really cool about stuff."

"I don't know about that," I answered, trying to keep an eye on Lindsey.

"Your girlfriend is really pretty," he continued, referring to Lindsey. "It must be cool to be able to have a girl that young at your age, and likes to party like she does."

"I suppose," I said, trying to remember what lies I was supposed to tell for Brad's story to work. Even pretending to be Brad's grandfather was painful.

"Hey Pops!!" Erin said as she sidled up to me. "Heard a lot about you."

"Oh-oh!" The tall kid said. "I think Erin's getting the party started, Brad. She's coming on to your grandfather."

"Hope the Rooter doesn't show up," Larry opined.

"Fuck the Rooter!" Erin snapped. "Me and the Rooter ain't no one's business but our own. He does what he wants, and so do I."

"Now as I was saying," Erin said, returning her attention to me. "Brad says you've got a big one. I find that hard to believe, seeing how he's hung like a mouse, so it must not be in the genes."

Tall Chuck found that hilarious, and Brad gave them both the finger, while Lindsey stood in the opposite corner, looking terrified.

Erin leaned on me, her tits hanging out of the tank top, and put her arm around me.

"Don't pay any attention to the message on the shirt, Pops. That's just to keep the kids away. I like older guys. I know you like them young. Do you like me?"

Erin smiled as I felt her hand slide down to my crotch, and her smile turned to shock when her hand sound what was snaking down the inside of my trousers.

"Motherfucker!" she yelled while she ran her hand down the length of my tool, groping through the fabric. "This thing isn't even angry and it's as big as the Rooter's!"

"Nobody is bigger than the Rooter's is!" the tall, loud and goofy Chuck proclaimed.

"Why don't we get this big boy out and give him some fresh air?" Erin suggested, but when I stopped her from pulling down my zipper, she made a face.

"What's the matter, Grandpa?" Erin asked, joining the crowd in calling me by that title. "Your girlfriend doesn't look like the jealous type. Besides, she's going to be taking on the whole herd here soon anyway."

My granddaughter Lindsey, having been made my "girlfriend" in her part of this deranged scenario of Brad's, was standing in the corner looking petrified. When Erin asked her if she minded what she was doing, she shrugged her shoulders.

"She doesn't care," Brad announced, deciding for her. "I don't know what The Rooter's going to think about it though."

"Fuck him," Erin said, suddenly going down to her knees and undoing my belt. "He's still down at that store trying to pick up that cashier, so I want some too."

I had backed up against the wall of the kitchen, and when my pants came down, I put up minimal defense when my boxers followed.

"Holy shit!" Erin shouted, grabbing my flaccid cock and pulling on it, stretching it to the limit several times as she looked up at me. "You're bigger than John fucking Holmes."

Brad's two friends came over to watch, and while they shook their heads and muttered to each other, Brad stood there beaming like he was my agent or something. However distracting and annoying he was, when my cock slid into Erin's mouth, I forgot all about him.

The wise-asses stopped talking and stood there watching, and I knew that my own deviance had sunk to new levels when I started to enjoy the attention. My cock began to stiffen almost immediately, and as it grew, Erin really got enthusiastic about it.

Erin was a foul-mouthed and abrasive slut, but there was no doubt about one thing. The girl could suck cock. She moved her mouth further down my shaft with every bob of her head, looking up at me with a twinkle in her eyes as I watched.

"She's deep-throating that salami!" Little Larry proclaimed, and suddenly Lindsey was at my side, her arm around me watching Erin go down on me.

"Almost," Erin choked, her mouth coming off of me long enough to catch her breath, and she looked at my swollen tool while pumping it in her fist. "Not quite."

Erin went back to work, and even though she couldn't manage the last inch or two, it wasn't for lack of trying.

"Is it good for you Grandpa?" Lindsey whispered into my ear, and I reached around her and gave her a hug.

"Yes, honey," I admitted.

"Wish I could do it that good," she lamented.

"Watch and learn, baby," I advised her. "Why don't you go down and get a better look. Maybe play with my balls a little."

Lindsey nodded and knelt down next to Erin. Erin noticed the redhead's arrival and was kind enough to offer my cock to her. Lindsey shook her head, but when Erin said something to her, she nodded and began licking the one side of the mushroom head. Erin then began to lick the other side, and as they gave my glans a sort of human car wash, the guys roared.

"Like a frigging porn movie!" Chuck said. "I'll bet Larry feels like jerking off like he always does."

"It is hot," Little Larry admitted as the other two laughed.

Lindsey backed away and let Erin go back and showcase her deep throating skills, but I felt her familiar hand snake down between my legs and grab hold of my nut sack. She knew that I loved having my balls churned roughly, and when she did just that, I knew that I wasn't going to last much longer.

"He's gonna cum - aren't you Grandpa?" Brad yelped, and while I didn't answer him, I guess it must have shown on my face as well as the sweat that was pouring off me.

"Take it out and cum all over Erin's face! Like in the movies!" Little Larry yelped, his hand busily massaging the lump in his pants as he watched with mouth open.

Erin gave him the finger but didn't miss as stroke, and didn't have any intention of me doing that. Instead, she ignored my warning and took my load without blinking, my cock spurting wildly under Erin's oral and Lindsey's manual affection.

"You swallow it, Erin?" Chuck said as my cock got drained.

Erin stood up and opened wide, showing her friends that she had a mouthful of cum still there. Grabbing Lindsey, she pulled the startled girl toward her and kissed her. By the look of shock in Lindsey's bulging eyes, Erin's tongue had found the way into Lindsey's mouth.

Surprisingly, after the initial shock, I watched Lindsey's eyes close and not only accept Erin's kiss, but begin to return the affection.

"Damn," Chuck gasped, the only other sound in the room besides faint noises caused by the girls swapping my cum back and forth between them.

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Chapter Two: Meet The Rooter. 

"The Rooter would have loved to have watched that," Brad said, and not knowing the dynamics of the group I had no idea whether he was kidding or not.

"Well Brad - you little pussy - why don't you tell him about it when he gets here?" Erin suggested. 

"Not me!" Brad declared, giving everyone a chuckle.

"I loved it," Chuck announced. "You're fucking amazing, Grandpa."

"Yeah," Little Larry said, and I happened to glance down as he spoke, wondering if he was still playing with himself.

He wasn't, but when I saw the big wet stain on the front of his shorts, I knew why. Assuming that he was already the whipping boy of the group, I said nothing, but Brad happened to notice it and announced for all to see that Little Larry had popped his nut.

"Couldn't help it," he said while shrugging his shoulders and blushing. "It was hot."

"Sorry I gave you head, Grandpa," Erin said softly as I pulled up my pants and got myself together.

"I'm not," I told her. "It was really good."

"I meant that I wished we had fucked instead," Erin said. "He wouldn't mind me sucking your cock, but Rooter wouldn't have liked it if we did it."

Strange customs of these young folks, I thought, while Lindsey gave me a nervous smile.

"Did you like it when she kissed you?" I asked Lindsey, remembering how she seemed to have an aversion to that sort of thing.

"It was kinda fun," Lindsey admitted. "I hope you like it. What they're going to do to me, I mean."

I gave her a confused look, wondering where she got the idea that watching these boys have their way with her was something I wanted, but Brad came running over and separated us just before I had the chance to find out.

"Let's get the room set up," Brad said as he led Lindsey away from me. "The Rooter will be here any minute."

The room Brad was planning to use for the debauchery was not Lindsey's room, but my own bedroom. When I began to protest, Brad shot me a look and I bit my tongue. I even helped them move things around, although that was more a case of not wanting our furniture destroyed.

When Brad's decorating was finished, my king size bed was in the middle of the room, with everything else shoved to the perimeter. I wondered what my late wife Ethel would have thought about seeing the room like this, and even though I was not in a good mood by this point, that thought made me chuckle a little. What would have upset her more, I wondered? The furniture moved out of place, or the fact that sex was going to happen in the room?

"Okay everybody," Brad said, apparently taking over as a perverted master of ceremonies. "The Rooter will be here any minute."

"As soon as he gets done fucking that cashier," Chuck announced, and to that Erin shot him the finger once again.

"Well, you guys have all met my Grandpa's girlfriend here," Brad continued, waving at Lindsey, who stood in the corner nervously watching the guy that was actually her boyfriend prepare to offer her up to these guys like a piece of meat.

"Too bad that a couple of guys couldn't have made it here," Brad lamented. "They're going to meet us at Ozzfest instead, but there should be enough dicks here to make Lindsey happy."

They chuckled at that, and if they had bothered to really look at Lindsey they would have seen that she was so scared the last place she wanted to be was here, and even this little pack of people was too many to suit her.

Brad was starting to make a major speech when the doorbell rang, about a dozen times in five seconds. That was followed by somebody trying to open the screen door, which may have gotten locked accidentally by somebody.

Before anybody could make a move out of the bedroom, I heard the door get forced open, and that was followed by somebody stomping up the stairs cursing like a lunatic, swearing at anything and everything. The main word in his vocabulary seemed to be fucking, along with the addition of mother to the word.

"The Rooter!" all of the boys chirped at once, and while I had just gotten an audio introduction to the guy, I still wasn't prepared for what stormed into my bedroom.

"Fucking mother fucking car!" the guy known as The Rooter ranted, looking around at the six of us standing in the room, and when he came in, the spacious room got a lot smaller.

That was how I met The Rooter.

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Chapter Three: The Rooter.

Some people make an impression on you the moment you lay eyes on them. That was certainly the case here. The Rooter, whose real name was Rudy Tolliver or something like that according to his biggest fan Brad, was quite a sight.

He reminded me of one of those wrestlers from the past. The Wild Samoan or something like that. At about 6'3" or so, he was around my height but very burly. His hair made him look even bigger, as his frizzy mane stood straight up like Don King.

He was of indeterminate ethic origin; almost as if the United Nations had cooked him up out of their collective DNA. Polynesian, Hawaiian, African, Mexican and who knows what else. A big flat nose and a surly look added up to one scary looking dude, and his agitated entrance did nothing to made me relax either.

"Fucking piece of shit dies out on me, and none of you fuckers stuck around for me!" he ranted, throwing a 30 pack of Milwaukee's Best at Brad and nearly knocking him over in the process. "You fuckers don't deserve any party favors!"

The group eagerly tore into the case of beer, and when I was offered one, I took it, cringing while everybody opened up the beers and watching them erupt from the rough handling.

This pleased The Rooter, who guffawed at the sight of beer splashing all over the place, and while I was not all that choked up about it, I bit my tongue and counted the minutes until this would be over.

"Not much of a party here," The Rooter proclaimed. "Everybody got their fucking clothes on."

"Waiting for you, Rooter," Brad said. "Didn't want you to miss anything."

Chuck and Larry made quiet little smooching noises at hearing Brad's sucking up to his hero, but The Rooter didn't hear, as he was heading toward me.

"You Brad's Grandpa?" he snorted, sticking out a beefy hand.

I stuck mine out too, having always been of the philosophy that when someone offers - hell, even a dog will shake hands. When he put it in a vise-like grip I gave it back to him as best I could, and that seemed to please him a little. Not that I was looking for his respect or anything, but there was no point in getting this wild-man pissed off for no reason.

"Where's the pussy we gonna tear up?" The Rooter bellowed, looking around the room, and Lindsey had somehow managed to hide pretty well all things considered.

Cowering in the corner, she looked like she was terrified at the mere sight of this guy, and when he saw her, I thought she was going to pass out.

"Hey baby, don't be shy!" The Rooter said, his voice sounding like a normal person's yell. "Look at all them fucking freckles! Get comfortable baby. Let me see what she looks like."

Lindsey stood frozen in the corner, and Erin went over and got her, herding her in the center of the room next to the bed.

"Strip her down, Erin," The Rooter said. "Warm her up for us."

Erin went over to Lindsey and led her over next to the bed, standing behind her as she whispered in my granddaughter's ear, and as she did her hands were coming around her.

"Oh yeah!" Little Larry yelped as Erin's hands began kneading Lindsey's breasts through the blouse.

Then Erin's was lifting Lindsey's blouse over her head and revealing her banana tits. The size and shape of her tits were made fun of by Chuck, who was working his way to the top of my personal shit list, but Rooter shut him up before I got the chance.

Erin was tugging down Lindsey's jeans next, and when Lindsey's hands came up to cover her breasts, Brad yanked them down.

"That's one hairy pussy," Little Larry exclaimed as Lindsey's vast burnt-orange bush came into view, and even I gasped when I saw Erin rake her fingers through the thick jungle of hair.

"Not wet enough yet," Erin informed the crowd. "Give her something to suck on for a second."

Brad, Chuck and Little Larry started dropping their pants as Erin came over to me and asked me for some kind of lubricant.

"It'll be better for her this way," Erin said to me in a hushed tone as I handed her the Vaseline.

The Rooter stood and watched as the other three boys surrounded a kneeling Lindsey, wiggling their dicks in her face. Lindsey began sucking on Chuck's cock, while Brad and Little Larry waited and compared the sizes of their dicks.

Brad had finally found somebody with a dick as small as his was, and when Chuck pulled out of Lindsey's mouth he persuaded Little Larry to stick his dick in along with his. Lindsey managed to suck the two dicks at the same time, looking at me for some sign of approval.

"You ain't no fag, are you Grandpa?" The Rooter asked me.

"Hardly," I informed him, and he seemed to be happy about that as he began stripping down.

He was far more terrifying without clothes, as I determined quickly when I glanced out of the corner of my eye at him. His chest and shoulders were massive, and he sported several tattoos as well, both professionally done and what seemed to be home-made. There was a noticeable scar on the back of his shoulder as well that appeared to be the result of a knife wound.

That wasn't bad enough, I thought to myself when he dropped his jeans. Now naked except for a pair of cotton boxer briefs which hugged his body tightly, I cringed when I saw what seemed to be a snake that made an obscene bulge all the way over to his hip. 

I noticed Brad was paying as much attention to The Rooter as he was to his own dick getting sucked, almost salivating at the wild man waiting his turn. Lindsey was going around the entire circle of boys, sucking each of the dicks that waved before her.

"Oh gee!" Little Larry yelled out, and I saw Lindsey recoil a little when he apparently came in her mouth, but she quickly recovered and finished him off.

"Fucking Larry cums if the breeze blows," Chuck explained to all. "I'm saving my load for that pussy. Gonna spank that thing bad."

"Get her on the bed," Erin instructed the boys. "Gotta prep her first."

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Chapter Four: It's time.

They put Lindsey on her back, spreadeagled helplessly as Chuck and Little Larry held her arms down by the posts, and Brad held her left ankle down at the foot of the bed.

Why was I letting this happen, and why wasn't Lindsey putting up much of a fight? She looked scared enough, but made no real struggle as Erin covered her own hand with lubricant. 

Lindsey looked so beautiful to me, even in this position. Her slender, freckled arms stretched tautly above her, with each muscle and tendon rippling with stress. Her starkly pale armpits, just a few days ago overflowing with thick red hair, were now smooth as a baby butt, and the deep hollows glistened with perspiration.

In this position her breasts were barely visible buds, but her fat puffy nipples still rose up proudly. Below, her pussy was fully exposed, and the way that Brad and Erin were spreading her legs apart, there were no secrets left.




Grandpa: After Molly Ch. 07



How hairy she was down there, I thought while my cock stirred despite everything. I was very familiar with the wide V of thick, flaming orange hair that covered her delta, but in this position one could clearly see the way the hair continued to grow down below her pussy, and right up to her fur-ringed anus. The same opening that I had been tempted by in the past, and was soon to be used by this behemoth beside me.

"OH!" Lindsey moaned, as Erin put a couple of fingers inside of her pussy, and the boys cackled with glee at the sight and sound.

"Suck my nuts, baby!" Chuck said as he climbed onto the bed, straddling Lindsey's face with his crotch while facing down toward Erin. "Work them balls good for me while I watch this."

Chuck's hairy sac dropped down onto Lindsey's face, and I could see her tongue dutifully working over the guy's nuts while Erin continued to finger her, adding another finger to the two she had in her already.

"Fucking Chuck's the only one of the three with a man's cock on him," The Rooter said. "I hear from Brad that you got a big one too. That right?"

"I suppose," I mused, too busy watching Lindsey writhe on the bed while Chuck's scrotum scrubbed her face, his erection springing in the air in front of him. Cum was already oozing out of him as he bounced happily on her face, cheering Erin on loudly.

"That's a hairy asshole your girl has on her," The Rooter grunted. "You didn't tag that thing yet?"

"No," I mumbled while watching Erin put another finger in Lindsey's pussy, leaving only the thumb out.

"I'm gonna," The Rooter grunted. "Think she'll like this?"

I glanced over at this Rooter guy, and he nodded downward. My eyes followed, and when I looked down, the guy had dropped his boxer shorts and was stepping out of them. I thought I had seen everything, but I was wrong.

The Rooter had an outrageously large cock on him, but that was only part of the story. The brown, thickly veined shaft was no thicker than mine, but it curved crazily to the right, pointing directly at me even though he was looking straight ahead.

He guffawed when he saw the expression on my face, and proceeded to reach down and peel back the foreskin to expose the head of this monster. The glans was a garish pink in hue, starkly contrasting with the dark tan hue of the cock it topped, and the head looked to be the size of a small apple.

Lindsey's yelp brought our attention back to her, and when I saw Erin, I could understand why. Erin's arm was working vigorously, and her hand - well, her hand was too. In and out of that tender opening. Her whole fist.

The guys were all hollering, almost like this was some kind of sporting event, as Erin fisted Lindsey. Lindsey was thrashing and screaming as the boys held her down, and Chuck wisely raised his genitals out of Lindsey's reach, because she was going bonkers.

A second later, Lindsey let out something like it came out of a horror movie as her body moved like a bucking bronco. Erin let out a yelp of her own, as fluid spurted out of Lindsey from around her hand, and when she removed her hand she got drenched by an even larger spray.

"Damn!" Erin yelped as she moved her hand back and rubbed Lindsey's pussy tenderly.

Lindsey was having a seizure of some sort, as her body was spasming and vibrating wildly for a good minute afterward, until she finally went limp. At that point, the guys erupted again after having been silenced by the amazing display, cackling madly at the entire scene. Erin's blouse was soaked, and I noticed that some had gotten on my pants as well.

"Your girl is really something," Erin said as she joined us. "I see you met my man, The Rooter."

"Yes," I said.

"Grandpa's is just as big as yours, babe," Erin said. "Except his is straight."

"That's why they call me The Rooter," he crowed. "And how the fuck do you know how big his stuff is?"

"I have my ways," Erin said with a twinkle in her eye. "And no, I didn't fuck him like you did that cashier down at the store."

"I didn't fuck her," he said. "I am gonna fuck that, though."

"Why don't you just do her regular?" Erin asked, almost becoming Lindsey's advocate. "Her pussy is tight enough."

"I don't do sloppy seconds - or thirds or fourths," The Rooter said smugly. "These guys want the pussy. I want the ass. You see that ass, baby?"

"See it?" Erin asked incredulously. "I had my finger in it. She's really tight back there."

"All the better," he claimed, before turning to his merry band of fornicators. "You guys better start fucking so we can get to Ozzfest!" 

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Chapter Five: It begins.

Like trained seals, his three minions sprang into action while Erin watched along with us. Chuck decided that he was going to be first, and climbed on top of Lindsey, who was limp and nearly lifeless. She woke up a little when Chuck put his cock inside of her and began pounding away.

"She's fucking tight!" Chuck said. "Even after just getting fisted she's tight as hell."

"I can't wait," Little Larry said, slowly stroking his dick as he waited.

"She ain't gonna even feel yours after Chuck gets done with her!" Brad declared.

This sparked yet another little argument between the two of them, and they even stuck their puny peckers next to each other to determine who was bigger as they debated their sexual prowess.

"Neither one of you win," Erin declared, making me chuckle. "Ain't enough brains or dick between the two of you to get me off."

"I'd like to try, though," Brad said brazenly, but withered under The Rooter's glare and went back to watching Chuck hump Lindsey.

"You gonna cum, baby?" Chuck asked. 

Lindsey had seemed dead to the world a few minutes ago, but now had sprung back to life and had her legs wrapped around Chuck's hairy ass while he energetically moved in and out of her.

"HA!" Chuck yelled out, and I watched as Lindsey had an orgasm, albeit a much milder one than before.

Lindsey's orgasm apparently triggered Chuck to cum, and after he mooed and stopped thrusting, he slowly climbed off of her.

"Hey, did you cum in her?" Little Larry asked. "I thought we were gonna pull out like they do in the movies."

"Did I cum in her?" Chuck said, motioning for him to look between Lindsey's spread thighs. "Take a fucking look."

Chuck came over to The Rooter and they exchanged high-fives or something similar before stepping back to admire the semen drooling out of Lindsey's pussy.

"Your girl is alright," Chuck said. "Didn't think she was much to look at in the beginning, but she grows on you. She's cute. Good fuck too."

I resisted the urge to reach out and strangle him, instead focusing on the sight of Little Larry climbing on top of the bed. His meek little body reminded me of Brad, but he was far less obnoxious than Lindsey's ex, and had an innocence about him that was the exact opposite from Brad. He even introduced himself to Lindsey as he moved between her legs and slipped his dick in her.

Little Larry must have had a reputation of being quick on the draw, so to speak, but he fared better on this occasion. While Brad heckled him, he kept plugging away for a few minutes, until he could take no more.

"I'm cumming!" Little Larry announced, and as if to prove it, pulled his dick out of Lindsey and shot his seed all over her bush and tummy.

"Thanks a lot for making a mess, asshole," Brad sneered, while Little Larry ignored him and crawled up to the head of the bed and kissed Lindsey on the cheek and thanked her. 

Lindsey looked at Brad with contempt in her eyes, but Brad ignored her and made his case to The Rooter.

"Rooter - can I do her in the ass? You know, prime her up for you?" Brad sniveled.

"Let's ask the cum catcher here," The Rooter said, and moved around to the side of the bed.

This was obviously the first time that Lindsey had seen The Rooter naked, and if I thought she seemed terrified before - well, I hadn't seen anything yet.

"Mind if Brad pokes you in the ass first?" he asked in a voice that was as soothing as his ever got.

Lindsey's eyes bulged in her head like a female version of Marty Feldman as she got her first glimpse of his erection. From her angle, it must have looked like the twisted stump of a tree, and when he started pulling on it lazily and exposed the gigantic head, her mouth formed a silent scream.

"Give it a kiss baby," The Rooter told Lindsay, as he knelt on the bed and tried to bring his curved tool to her face. "Don't be afraid of The Rooter. Rooter's gonna take your sweet ass to places you never even dreamed about."

We watched Lindsey try to get her mouth around the pink bulb before just licking the tip and the stringy rope of pre-cum that followed, her eyes still in a state of shock.

"That's enough lovin' baby," The Rooter announced, getting off the bed while his assistant/girlfriend came to his side and lathered his erection with lubricant until it glistened. "Say goodbye to my little friend, because this is the last time you'll be seeing him."

"Roll her over," The Rooter proclaimed, and Little Larry and Chuck turned a petrified Lindsey onto her stomach and then propped her up on her knees.

"Listen," The Rooter said as he grabbed Brad by the arm and pulled him close. "I ain't gonna tell you twice. You cum in her ass, or even dribble in it, and I'll fucking kill you. Got it?"

Brad nodded nervously, taking the abuse while probably relishing the way The Rooter's cock brushed against his thigh, and climbed onto the bed. Erin was busy sticking her oiled finger into Lindsey's upraised bottom, and the yelps that Lindsey made made me shudder as to what was to follow.

"Ain't you getting any, Grandpa?" The Rooter asked, becoming the latest to call me that. "Or are you just getting off on watching? Looks like you dig it."

"This is fine," I said, embarrassed at the way my erection was tenting my trousers.

"Gives me the creeps - you standing here naked while the rest of us are bare-assed. You don't have a camera going here, do you?"

I shook my head, chuckling at the thought of wanting to capture these memories forever, but the guy wasn't pleased at that. Apparently he thought I was going to try and pull some kind of extortion game on him, and I had to admit he proved smarter than I had been.

"Take off your clothes, Grandpa."

The tone of his voice made it clear that he wasn't joking, and so I slowly complied with his directions, not wanting to prolong this any longer than necessary. When my boxers came down, exposing my cock in full bloom, he even let out a low whistle of approval.

"Son of a freaking bitch!" he exclaimed when my cock bobbed out in front of me. "That's some hunk of meat there, man!"

"Told ya!" Erin said, licking her lips and winking at me when he wasn't looking.

A sharp yelp once again got my attention, as Brad had apparently stuck his dick into Lindsey's ass and was moving his hips back and forth very slowly.

"Remember what I said!" The Rooter cautioned Brad while moving around to watch, and as he nodded in agreement I felt Erin's hand come around my backside.

"Fun to watch, huh?" Erin asked, her finger sliding between my butt cheeks, and with a quick jab, I felt her slip her digit into my ass.

"Imagine what my man is going to do to your girl's ass," she whispered. "One thing though - once he gets started, don't try to stop him. It might not be as bad as it looks though. Then again, it might be worse."

"Have you done it with him - you know - back there?" I asked softly.

"Are you out of your fucking mind?" Erin giggled as she worked her finger inside of me, causing my erection to spring up and down. "I'm crazy, but not that crazy. The Rooter - he does love ass."

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Chapter Six: He does love ass.

Brad poked Lindsey's butt with his dick for far too long to suit me, and while I found myself hoping he would cum and face The Rooter's wrath, he didn't. Opting to pull out, he climbed off of the bed and made way for his hero.

"This is gonna be so fucking good," The Rooter announced as he spread Lindsey's legs apart further still while he waved his cock near Lindsey's ass and probing the tender ring with a finger. "Never done as one as hairy as this one. Really tight too."

Lindsay cried out as he put a second finger inside of her, and everybody laughed - except me. I was far too noble for that, I thought to myself. Not too noble that my erection flagged in the least either.

The Rooter straddled Lindsey's right leg as he put the crown of his tool up to the fur-ringed ring. A tool - now that was an apt description - and it suddenly dawned on me how he got his nicknamed. Not for any football achievements, but for his cock, which was about to make like some kind of human auger inside of my granddaughter.

But not quite yet. He couldn't get it in her. Not for lack of trying, but after he skinned his tool back, he struggled to get the head of his monstrous organ into the opening. No matter how hard he pushed - no dice.

Too bad, I thought to myself. Time to go now, guys. Wishful thinking on my part. He simply had Erin come up and lubricate Lindsey some more. One finger - two fingers - three fingers. Greased to the hilt, her three fingers started working their way inside of her a little easier, while Erin told her to relax. When she thought the time was right, she pulled her fingers out and The Rooter moved in quickly.

The sound I heard next was the single most chilling noise I had ever heard. It was a combination of the two of them, with the wild-man bellowing as the bulb of his cock finally forced its way inside of her, and Lindsey's howl. 

Lindsey's eyes rolled back in her head, and the whites of her eyeballs was matched by the shade of her fingers which grabbed at the bedding in a kind of death grip. Her face was crimson, with every vein and muscle in her neck bulging wildly.

"FUCK YEAH!" The Rooter yelled as he impaled her with more of his cock, his hips churning like early Elvis in an effort to get more of him inside of her as well as to deliver the ultimate effect of his member.

The rest of us stood around the bed in stunned silence for the longest time. It was like watching some sort of weird ritual, with Brad jerking off wildly next to me as he stood closest to Lindsey's face.

"Bet you wish that was you," I hissed into his ear. 

My intention was to degrade him, but I guess my words acted quite the opposite, because seconds later cum spat out of his dick and all over Lindsey's face and hair.

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Chapter Seven: Enough.

Nothing else having gone right, I shut my mouth and looked at Lindsey being screwed by this monster. They were both sweating like pigs - hell, I was too. He was getting about half of it into Lindsey, whose screams had turned into whimpers while The Rooter looked like he was riding a mechanical bull.

"Wish that was you?" a voice whispered into my ear. Erin's.

"No," I said.

"She's into it now," Erin said, her hand reaching around from behind me and grabbing my cock. "Just like you are. Look at her."

She was right. Lindsey wasn't fighting it, she was absorbing it. All of it. The pain and the pleasure, and I was too. Erin's fist moved up and down the length of my cock, and even though I tried to fight the feeling, it came anyway.

Erin was hugging me from behind, and I could feel her breasts pressing against me as she jerked me off. Her oiled fist held me tightly as it pumped it as if it were her own, and this went unnoticed by the others, who were watching and playing with themselves.

I felt that familiar tingle rise up from inside of me and I groaned and looked down helplessly as my cum belched out all over the side of Lindsey's sweat-stained face. It went unnoticed by everyone, because everybody's eyes were on The Rooter, who was thrusting into Lindsey's ass with a savageness that was frightening.

With a loud bellow, he suddenly pulled out of Lindsey, and as he put his cock on the crevice of her ass, volleys of cum spurted out of it wildly. I had to step back as a half dozen blasts of his seed sprayed all over Lindsey, even reaching the headboard.

If that wasn't enough, he then reached down and grabbed his cock in his fist and started pumping it hard, and that got another series of spurts raining all over the place. A couple of final violent tugs later, The Rooter let out a gutteral groan and finally let go of himself and proudly surveyed the masterpiece he had created.

"Damn," Chuck said in a hushed tone, and that pretty much summed it up for me.

Lindsey remained in the same position, with her ass up in the air and her face on the mattress. Her eyes were open but glazed, as if she was in a coma of some kind, and she appeared unable to move. That was how I felt, just staring at her while everybody else opened up more beers and talked.

"Thanks mister," Little Larry said, shaking my limp hand. "Your girlfriend is really neat."

I nodded while everybody started getting their clothes on, and Erin came up to me and stuck a piece of paper in my hand. I held it numbly, still staring at my poor Lindsey, unsure of what I should do.

Her butt was still in the air, and when I walked around I saw that her anus was still open - so wide that it appeared you could have dropped a golf ball inside of it. 

I went to get a towel or something to clean Lindsey up with, and I suddenly realized that everybody was going. Brad came up to me and handed his phone to me.

"A deal's a deal," he said. "Bet that now it is over you're glad it happened."

"Go fuck yourself," I told him.

"Whatever," he said, before turning back for a parting shot.

"I wonder who came harder at the end - me wishing it was my ass, or you watching Lindsey getting her ass ripped up."

He was right, unfortunately. I had proved to be no better than the rest of them.

I went and got a washcloth and soaked it with warm water, and brought it back with a towel. The mess was disgusting. Lindsey was dripping with semen, and it was no telling how many guys had popped their loads on her while watching the show, not to mention The Rooter's inhuman blasts. I was too "occupied" myself at the time to notice much else.

I tried not to think about this as I wiped Lindsey's freckled back as best I could. Avoiding her anus, which had contracted somewhat, I cleaned her back as best I could. Her hair and face she would have to do herself in the shower.

"Grandpa?" Lindsey said softly.

"Yes, honey."

"Did you like it?"

"Did I like it?" I asked.

"I was really scared but after a while I started to like it," Lindsey said, easing her body down to the mattress at last.

"You did?"

"Yeah. It made it even better when I knew that you wanted you watch them do stuff to me."

"What do you mean?" I asked, confused as hell.

"Brad told me how much you wanted to watch all those boys do crazy stuff to me," Lindsey explained.

I got up from beside Lindsey and left the room, pissed as could be. If that little shit was in front of me, I would have killed him. Putting this all off on me? I wondered if he was still outside, and raced to the window.

Brad's shitbox was gone, but The Rooter and Erin were standing by a sorry looking ancient Volkswagen, looking under the hood. Seeing them, I ran into the bedroom and threw my pants on. Lindsey asked me what was wrong but I assured her everything was fine and went outside.

"Fucking piece of shit," The Rooter declared.

"Get in and try to start it," I told him, and when he did, I popped the air filter and held the butterfly open allowing the engine to catch. Showing Erin what I did, she gave me a kiss.

"The note?" Erin asked. "I meant that. Give me a call."

I had left the note on the dresser - a note that I later saw had her address and phone number on it, with the touching "Want your cock inside me some time," added as encouragement.




Grandpa: After Molly Ch. 07



The Rooter thanked me, and as they got in the car I stopped Erin and gave her the little recorder that I had left in my pants.

"If you ever get pissed off at Brad, or want to get a rise out of your man, play him one of the earlier recordings," I suggested. "Not while he's driving, though."

Erin looked at the little device and nodded, slipping it into her pocket and waving goodbye. Whether or not she would ever listen to it, I didn't and would never know, but the thought of The Rooter hearing about Brad's love for him and his ensuing reaction would give me giggles for a long time to come.

Going back in the house after they finally left, I rejoined Lindsey, who had taken a shower and was back on the bed, her back still wet and glistening while she rested on her tummy.

"Everything okay?" she asked.

"Yes," I said. "They are out of your life forever, especially Brad."

"Good," Lindsey said.

"Are you okay?" I asked. "That man? Did he hurt you much?"

"He was so big, and when he was inside of me it felt like a corkscrew," Lindsey said. "It hurt me a lot at first, but I'm okay now. See?"

Raising her hips, she assumed the same position that she had earlier taken. Everything looked beautiful and seemed normal.

"If you want to," Lindsey suddenly said. "I can. I want you to."

Lindsey held her cheeks apart, and I found myeslf dropping my trousers and climbing behind her while my cock got a little stiffer.

"You're the best, Grandpa," Lindsey said. "Your cock is the one I want. Please?"

I greased the opening, and then lathered myself up before pushing my semi-turgid member at her puckered ring. I wasn't hard enough to enter, until Lindsey turned her head.

"Tomorrow," Lindsey said. "Can we go to that dirty book store? That man - remember him? The big black man that watched us?"

"Yes," I said, grunting as my cock got hard at the thought of that adventure of ours. "Do you want to fuck him?"

"Yes," Lindsey moaned as my greased tool forced its way in. "He said he had a big cock too. I want him - both of you at the same time."

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Epilogue: 

The rest of the summer went by quickly. Too quickly for me, but we made the most of it. We went back to the book store as Lindsey had requested, but waited until a few days later, which gave me time to recover, and Lindsey got what she wanted there.

Then it was over, and as the leaves began to fall, I braced myself for a long, cold winter. A winter without sex, and I was already missing Lindsey. Molly... anybody. I was so hooked on sex now that I felt half my age. I had run out of eligible granddaughters, however, and Lindsey and Molly had college to think about.

Around Columbus Day I found myself in the local groecery, behind which we had screwed in broad daylight. The same cashier was on duty when I brought a six-pack and some snacks to the register.

"Hello Amanda," I said cheerfully, reading her name on the badge she wore over her big tit. I knew her name but always looked at her chest for fun.

"Hi, Mr. Watson. How have you been?"

"Okay I guess."

"Heard you had a big party a while back,' she mentioned. "How come you didn't invite me? That big crazy guy wanted me to come with him but I had to work."

The Rooter, I thought. Amanda was who Erin had been jealous of.

"Well, it wan't the type of party I would invite a sweet and innocent thing like you to," I said.

"I'm sweet," Amanda said as she looked around the deserted store. "Innocent, I ain't."

"Oh?"

"Haven't seen your girlfriend around lately," she said. "The one with all the freckles?"

"She's back at college," I said, and then threw out a tidbit I thought might get her attention. "She wasn't my girlfriend though. She's my granddaughter."

The look on Amanda's face was priceless, and she dropped the cheese that she was trying to ring up as she contemplated what I had said.

"The redhead with the little titties and the freckles?" she asked as I nodded. "The one I saw you fucking out back behind the dumpster?"

"Afraid so," I told her. "Offended by that?"

"No way in hell, Mr. Watson," Amanda whispered as her eyes looked for the butcher. "Jealous is more like it. My Grandpa smells like moth balls and still gives me toys for Christmas."

"Too bad," I mused aloud while I stared at her breasts. "You seem to have outgrown toys."

"The toy you were driving that girl crazy with is - that's more my speed," Amanda declared. "I've gotten myself off a couple of times remembering that big thing of yours and wishing it was in me. If you ever have a free night or anything..."

"All my nights are free," I informed the girl. "I'm alone every night these days. I just sit and watch TV."

"I get off at six," Amanda said. 

"You know where I live, don't you?" I asked, and after she nodded I smiled.

"Should I get another six-pack?" I asked.

"I'm not old enough to drink," Amanda said. "Old enough for everything else though."

"See you later then, I guess," I said, walking out the door to the customer parking lot which was deserted except for my car.

I tossed the bag onto the front seat and hopped in and backed out of my space. Amanda came out of the store and for a minute I was afraid she was going to back out, but that wasn't the case.

Instead, after looking up and down the empty country road, and then behind her to make sure the butcher was still back in the meat department, she walked over to the car and lifted her blouse for a brief second as if to give me a preview of coming attractions. 

"I was hoping that you were coming out to invite me back behind the dumpster," I said.

"Can't really call you Mr. Watson later, can I? Not with what I plan on doing to you," Amanda said as she enjoyed my reaction to seeing that glimpse of her full, round breasts. "What's you first name?"

"First name is Ed, but you know what I'd like you to do? Call me Grandpa," I suggested.

Amanda nodded before running back into the store, giving me a chance to enjoy the view of her full bottom, before I drove home to count the minutes until she got there.

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Thanks for reading, and once again I thank you for your patience and understanding.