6 comments/ 131952 views/ 21 favorites Kelly is a Woman Now By: MisterReason This is a complete story. It's a story about a man named Red Foster, an aging farmer who took an innocent trip out behind the barn one day and found that his life was forever changed. ... Chapter One: What Red saw. All I was looking for on that fateful day was a chunk of wood, and because I vaguely remembered seeing a decent sized chunk of an old and warped 2X4 behind the barn, that was what brought me back there on that sunny July day. As it turned out, I guess my memory isn't what it used to be, because as it turned out the wood wasn't back there after all. Maybe I had used it long ago - who knows? The way I seem to forget things these days, I might have been imagining seeing the damn wood in the first place. I guess that sort of thing comes when you approach 60. My mind may be slipping, and sometimes there's a little hitch in my giddy-up, but there's nothing wrong with my eyes, and when I reached the back corner of the barn and started to turn, I saw more than I had expected to. Kelly - our granddaughter who has been spending summers with us every year since her father took off on her mother and left her behind - was back there, and she wasn't alone. Frank Balfe's boy Patrick was with her. I had seen Kelly with the boy earlier in the week, just talking out by the mailbox, and I hadn't thought much about it at the time. The next day I had caught the two kissing out in Kelly's garden. It was just two teenagers being sweet on each other, and being out here in the sticks in Voorheesville, New York, there wasn't much for young folks to do. What they were doing behind the barn though, wasn't holding hands or sharing an innocent kiss, and when I saw them I stood there in shock, holding my hammer at my side at staring in disbelief. My granddaughter Kelly - such a sweet and innocent things, was on her knees in front of the Balfe boy. She was fully dressed, but Patrick wasn't. His jeans and underwear were bunched up around his knees, and although I was standing about ten feet behind the boy's right shoulder, I knew what Kelly was doing. Kelly's hands were cupping the boy's bony little rump, her fingers digging into the flesh as she pulled Patrick towards her, and Patrick was holding Kelly's head in his hands. His fingers were running through her curly red hair, and as I watched her face moving it was obvious what Kelly was doing to the lad. Kelly was sucking Patrick's cock, and he wasn't forcing her to do it either. Judging by the way Kelly was doing it, it wasn't the first time she had done it, because she was practically inhaling the young man with an enthusiasm that left me dumbstruck. Suddenly Patrick's knees bent a little and he let out a moan which left no doubt as to what was happening. He was having himself an orgasm, and he was having it right in my granddaughter's mouth. Furthermore, Kelly didn't even blink but seemed to be swallowing his spunk like it was a sweet nectar. It was then that Kelly, after looking up at her young lover with a mischievous grin, happened to catch sight of me standing there gawking at them. Her shocked reaction got Patrick's attention, and when he turned and saw me there, he went crazy. Maybe it was the sight of me standing there, a bald old guy with a hammer in his hand, that got him moving, but whatever it was, Patrick took off. Running at a speed that would have been impressive even if he wasn't still pulling up his pants in the process, he made it to the field in seconds flat and didn't look back, probably fearing I was hot on his heels. Heck, my running days are long over, and besides, I was still standing there like I had grown roots. Kelly was still on her knees, her face a deep crimson, and I'm sure I was blushing too. I mumbled an apology and went back to the house, trying to look normal as I entered the kitchen. "Good lord, Red," Edna clucked as I went past her on my way to the bathroom. "You look like you've just seen a ghost." "Hot one out there today," I mumbled in passing, ignoring her telling me to take it easy and hid in the bathroom for a few minutes until my head stopped spinning. The rest of the afternoon was spent doing something, but I have no recollection of what it was it did because my mind wasn't into anything but that image of the two young folks behind the barn. I admit to feeling rage for a time right after seeing them, thinking of that kid taking advantage of my little baby, but the more I thought about it the more I realized how wrong I was. Kelly wasn't the giggling girl in pigtails bouncing on my knee any longer. She was going to college come fall, and that Balfe kid was probably a year older. Hell, by his age I was up at Fort Drum running obstacle courses by day and trying to get as many of the local girls in Watertown to do to me precisely what Kelly was doing to Patrick. They weren't kids. They were adults, and it was my problem that I still saw Kelly as a child. They had been sharing a beautiful moment and I ruined it. Just because my sex life was in the dumper was no reason to spoil things for others, even if my intrusion had been accidental. *** Chapter Two: Seeing Kelly. Dinner was an awkward affair, with Edna acting as giddy as she always did, and poor Kelly looking around like the Sword of Damocles was hanging over her head for much of the meal. Maybe she feared that I had run in and told her grandmother about what I had seen, but when she figured out that Edna was as clueless as ever she seemed to relax. It was over the course of dinner that I looked at Kelly for the first time. The changes had come so slowly over so many years, that I hadn't really noticed what a beautiful young woman she had become, at least in my way of thinking. Oh, I knew that she was no beauty queen, but she was a cutie for sure. Those green eyes that seemed to sparkle constantly, and her flaming red hair that always made me think of Maureen O'Hara in The Quiet Man, were a dazzling combination. The freckles scattered around her face were adorable as well, and when I looked at that face I knew that if I was Patrick I would have been in heaven earlier as well. Even Kelly's body seemed different now, or maybe that was just because I was seeing her in a different light. Kelly wasn't one for dressing provocatively like a lot of girls her age seem to do, usually wearing simple blouses that were tasteful and smart looking, but maybe that was for our benefit here. Who knows? Maybe when she was back home she wore next to nothing and flaunted everything she had. At around 120 pounds on her 5'2" frame, she wasn't voluptuous but there were definitely a pair of breasts under that red and white checked top, and a firm butt in those jeans of hers. "What?" I said with a start, just realizing that Edna had been yakking at me while I daydreamed, and after I answered her mundane question I tried to get my head out of my butt. I had been sitting there mentally undressing my granddaughter. Where in the world did that come from? I suspect that it was because of what I had seen before, and the sick truth was that whenever I thought about seeing Kelly like that, I would get an erection. Not just one of those semi-boners that I would get on occasion, mind you, but full blown erections that were very obvious in my Dickies. I already had more hard-ons that afternoon than I had in the last five years combined. Not that an erection is anything to be depressed about, because at my age it is surely a welcome sight. What bothered me was why I was getting them, and it was enough of a concern that I was planning to go into town and pay Father Bryant a visit that next day, to see if I could sort this out without telling the guy too much. After all, I'm not sure how I would ever be able to tell somebody that I was getting aroused by thinking of my granddaughter being on her knees in front of me, and doing the same things to my cock as she had done to her boyfriend's. *** Chapter Three: Plain talk. The three of us watched a little TV together, with Edna talking non-stop through some kind of show where people sing bad songs badly and a panel of nobodies tell them how bad they are. For once Edna's chatter was welcome because it drowned out much of the music. Kelly said good night and went to her room after that show was over, and when Edna hit the hay I decided to join her. My suspicion of increased moral depravity was confirmed when I got an erection from watching Edna get undressed. For 58, Edna's not a bad looking woman, but she is 58. Her breasts sag, she's thick around the waist and has a fat ass. It was between those cheeks that I rubbed my cock a little, a signal that I was ready for action. Edna got the message, and sent back one of her own. It was the one that I was used to getting these days, and was not unexpected. "Oh for heaven's sake," Edna groaned. "Kelly's in the house. Go do some push-ups or something. Take a cold shower." I fumed at that, because for one thing, Kelly's bedroom was clear at the other end of the house, so there was no chance of her hearing us. Secondly, I had already tried a cold shower and it hadn't taken. I had wanted to do push-ups, right on top of Edna, but that was not to be on this night. After staring at the ceiling for a time, listening to Edna snore softly, I got out of bed and went down to the kitchen. Kelly had music playing softly in her room, and she must have had her lava lamp on because there was a little light at the bottom of the door. After getting my drink in the kitchen I tapped on Kelly's door, figuring that this might be a good opportunity to have a chat about what had transpired. "Oh, just a sec!" Kelly said, and after hearing a little noise, she called out for me to come in. Kelly was hunkered down under the sheet, and gave me a smile as I entered the room. The lava lamp was indeed on, and I smiled when I remembered getting that for Kelly at Spencer Gifts years ago, after she had stared at it in the store with wide-eyed wonder when we passed it in the window. "Still works," I said, nodding at the lamp which was a year-round fixture in this guest room despite Edna's protests when other company would arrive. "I still love it," Kelly said with a grin, and when I looked over at the curtain gently waving in the open window, I smelled something that was vaguely familiar. Walking over to the window, I peeked out and saw the evidence on the outside sill. Holding it up, I had to laugh at the half of a joint that Kelly had snubbed out when I had knocked. The scent was still in the air, and even though it had been almost 40 years I had still been able to remember the aroma. "Busted," Kelly said glumly, but seemed to be happy that I wasn't mad. "Just don't let Grandma catch you," I said, placing the joint on the night table before adding with sarcasm, "She's not as hip as Grandpa." "Guess you didn't say anything to her about - before," Kelly replied. "No, and that's what I wanted to talk to you about," I said, easing myself down to sit on the edge of the single bed. "I wanted to apologize about that. I wasn't spying on you or anything." "That was our bad - my bad," Kelly said. "Kinda got carried away." "Just try to be a little more discreet," I suggested. "I think if it was Grandma that caught you she would have fainted. And tell Patrick I'm sorry too." "Uh - don't think I'm going to be seeing him again." "Hope I didn't scare him off." "He was already terrified of you anyway," Kelly informed me. "Said you and his old man had a fight a while back and he thought you were going to kill his father, so ever since then he tries to keep his distance from you." "Oh hell, that was just a property line thing," I recalled. "We yelled at each other a lot, and then went out and got drunk and worked it out." "Whatever it was, you sure made an impression on Pat, and then after seeing you with that hammer?" Kelly giggled, and I had to smile. "So it's over?" "Yeah, I didn't like the way he ran off and left me there with a mouthful," Kelly explained bluntly. "Anyway, thanks for being cool about it. Say, you want to share the rest of that with me?" He goes still another thing to tell - or not to tell Father Bryant about in the morning, I figured while watching Kelly re-light the joint and pass it to me. "Forty years," I said when Kelly asked me the last time I had smoked pot. Kelly's upper arms were sprinkled with freckles, and they looked so cute on her pale shoulders too. Her arms were tanned from the bicep down, but her upper arms and shoulders were still creamy white. These facts were learned when she had come out from under the covers to smoke with me, and I tried not to look at the gray sports bra she was wearing as we exchanged tokes. "I think I'm going to do this every forty years," I said, feeling a bit of a buzz as I waved off the final hit. "I'm going to mark it on a calendar, and we'll get together in exactly 40 years and do it again," Kelly announced. "I'll be a grandmother by then, and you'll be a - what will you be?" "Dead," I guessed. "No, you can hit 100 easy," Kelly said. "You're in awesome shape for your age." "Still ticking - barely," I said. "You probably think I'm a pig," Kelly opined. "After seeing me today." "No," I replied. "Things are different today than they were when I was your age, but that sort of thing went on back then too, as I recall." "Did Grandma used to take you out behind the barn like that?" Kelly kidded. "Oh, we had some times," I said, not mentioning that Edna had never done anything like that to me. Edna's idea of oral sex was licking the head of my cock while jerking me off on my birthday, having been turned off years ago when we were newlyweds and I had shot my wad in her mouth. Ever since then - forget about it. "Remember when you used to come in here and read me stories before I would fall asleep," Kelly asked. "I loved that so much." "Me too, honey," I agreed. "You used to like 'The Snowman' best of all, even though it was usually summer when you were here." "Lay down with me," Kelly said. "Like you used to." I found myself leaning down and going onto my side, facing Kelly as she rested on her back. "You read that story to me so many times that I think you could have done it without the book," Kelly said. "Do you remember it still?" "Afraid not," I admitted. "My memory is bad, and you were a little girl back then." "I'm not a little girl anymore," Kelly said softly. "Am I Grandpa?" *** Chapter Four: No, she wasn't Kelly reached over and clicked the music off, making the only sound in the room my heart, which was pounding as loudly as a drum, or at least that was the way it seemed to me. "No, honey," I sighed. "You're not. You're a beautiful young woman." "Do you know what I was doing when you knocked?" Kelly asked, quickly adding, "Besides smoking, I mean." I shook my head, and kept shaking it when Kelly reached over and, taking my wrist in her hand, brought my hand under the sheet and put it on her tummy. "I was touching myself," Kelly whispered. "I'm so horny." "Please, Grandpa. Help me," Kelly said when she felt me resist what she was doing, her emerald eyes imploring me to allow her to bring my hand lower. I let her. My hand slid down Kelly's flat stomach, and my finger dipped into the tiny recess of her belly button. Now it was being brought lower, and the skin was so smooth and satiny that my hand was gliding effortlessly now, so much so that I didn't notice Kelly had let go of my wrist until I looked up to see she had linked her hands behind her neck and was staring at me with those pleading eyes. There's probably a special place in hell for grandfathers who touch their granddaughters like I was doing, but even though I probably half-believed that, I obviously didn't care because there I was, with my hand resting on Kelly's privates. "You're so beautiful," I said, not knowing what else to say. "So soft." Kelly said nothing, but I could feel her hips moving a little, trying to get me to slip a finger inside of her. I resisted, instead letting my fingers stroke outside. "You don't have very much hair down there, do you" I said, my perverse words sounding even sicker with my grandfatherly voice. "Are you one of those that shave your - you know?" "No," Kelly sighed. "Mom's jealous of me, on account of she's so hairy and I hardly have any body hair at all." Indeed, what my fingers were touching felt more like down than actual hair, and the fine fluff seemed to only have grown around her sex instead of the wide triangle most women seemed to have. The hair felt more like an angel blowing on my hand when I slid my fingers through it. "Feels so nice," I admitted. "I don't have to shave my legs more than once a month," Kelly added. "Same for my pits." I could see that clearly, since my face was scant inches away from her underarm. As I inhaled the sweet scent that filled my senses, my eyes took in the buttery-smooth skin of her exposed armpit, the creamy whiteness only broken by a tiny cluster of little hairs - no more than peach fuzz really - in the very center of the gentle hollow. So pretty and so very different from the only woman I had known for the last near forty years, that I could not resist. I could blame it on the weed, or claim that I was being seduced, but the plain truth was that it was me doing this, of my own free and demented will. I was the one leaning forward and kissing Kelly's underarm, and then after Kelly gasped, let my tongue slide over the peach fuzz and up the inside of her bicep. I brought my tongue back the same way, and Kelly's entire body shuddered as I licked my way down. I don't even remember how I got down to the foot of the bed, only that I was spreading those creamy thighs and bringing my face between Kelly's legs. Instead of navigating though Edna's thick jungle of hair to get between the over-sized lips of her sex, my cheeks were being caressed by the fine wisp of red hair that grew around Kelly's raised mound, and she was wet before my tongue even touched her. Kelly's pussy smelled so sweet - sweeter than any fruit I had ever savored - and when my tongue found her clitoris she started writhing on the bed, her hands clutching the bedding as I tasted her. I slid my hands under her bottom and lifted her up a bit from the sheet, allowing me to lick her entire opening, even venturing near her anus, which was so pink and pure looking that I was tempted to keep going. Instead, my mouth returned to where it had started, swabbing her tender pearl while her legs kicked in the air. I heard a stifled squeal as Kelly's thighs clamped around my head, and then my face was dusted with what felt like a gentle mist before her body convulsed violently, leaving me hanging on to her butt cheeks for dear life. Kelly's body continued to shake every few seconds as my tongue slowly slid over her pussy, but just when I thought it was over she began shaking again, raising her upper torso until she was almost sitting up. Her body tensed, and her fingers were clawing into what was left of my hair when she made another stifled squeal before she slammed back down on the bed and I felt her body go limp. I looked up from my position between Kelly's legs, my chin resting in the channel of her sex, and looked up at the sweaty and discolored face of my darling granddaughter, whose chest was still heaving rapidly. Her sports bra had gotten pulled up and off of her breasts during the time I had been lapping at her sweet pussy like an animal. and I was a bit startled at the size of her exposed breasts. The grapefruit-sized globes were larger and fuller than I had imagined, despite her being on her back - and I was ashamed to realize that I had indeed apparently fantasized about them before - and the nipples were pink pea-shaped nubs resting on aureoles the size of half-dollars. Kelly is a Woman Now Kelly saw me looking up at her and motioned for me to come up to her. I managed to get my sore bones to climb up to Kelly, and was embraced and kissed like a grandfather and granddaughter should not be doing. "I love you Grandpa," she whispered in my ear as I knelt beside her. "You have no idea how long I've wanted this to happen." "You know I love you too, baby." "Where... wait," Kelly hissed, grabbing me by the arm as I moved away from her. "No, no, no. You're not going anywhere." "Kelly," I started to say, but my granddaughter cut me off. "We aren't done," Kelly told me. *** Chapter Five: Kelly's tale "I want to tell YOU a story, for once," Kelly said, holding onto my arm, and even through the fabric of my pajamas her touch excited me. "It's about somebody who was a very naughty girl a couple of summers ago. Somebody who had just started to get involved with boys, and was especially interested in this older man who had always excited her." Kelly's fingers were kneading my bicep while she spoke, those dazzling green eyes sparkling as she opened up her heart to me. "One day this girl saw her Grandpa go into the bathroom and take a shower. She was dying of curiosity, because she had just sucked her first cock that spring and found out that she really like doing it. She knew that if she told her grandfather what she wanted to do to him, he would never allow it, so instead she just decided to get a peek." Sweat was rolling down the sides of my face and onto the sheet below me as I listened to Kelly's confession. "I couldn't believe my eyes at first," Kelly continued. "It didn't seem possible. I figured that my eyes must have been playing tricks on me, or maybe the fog and mist from the shower distorted what was I was looking at, but when the steam cleared I could see that what I saw was real, and it was then I discovered that there was a great deal of difference between boys and men." I saw Kelly's hand move downward, sliding gracefully into the open fly of my pajamas, and when her hand found my sex we both groaned at the same time. "And great differences between men too," Kelly said, her hand grabbing my semi-turgid cock and pulling on it hard before letting her head roll back on her shoulders. "Omigod - I still can't believe you can be so big!" "Kelly..." I moaned, shivering while her little hand stroked the entire length of my cock. "Tell me anything," Kelly said, popping open the snap that held my pajama bottoms up. "Tell me I'm a slut. Tell me you're a pervert. Tell me it's wrong." "It is wrong," I said, disgusted at the way my cock had surged to life the minute Kelly's little fist had seized it. "Just don't tell me to stop," Kelly said as she moved me onto my back. "I've been waiting too long for this." *** Chapter Six: Kelly stops talking I would say it felt like a dream, but I had never dreamed anything like this in my life, and I had always thought that I had fantasized about my share of sick things before. Kelly was kneeling at my hip, his fists clutching the shaft of my cock while her mouth took in the rest of it. Her hands were moving up and down while her lips slid effortlessly along the saliva-coated head of my cock before going further down on it. Kelly let one hand slip down and knead my nuts a couple of times, rolling and squeezing the orbs in their wrinkled old sac, before bringing the hand back up to pump away. Her curly red hair was sliding along those pale, freckled shoulders as her head bobbed up and down. I reached over and cupped her firm titty while Kelly sucked my cock like it hadn't be sucked since - who knows when? There was that Native American girl that I had been flirting with in that tavern in Watertown back in late 1972, and when she started groping me under the bar, cackling that she had just seen this movie called Deep Throat and was willing to bet that she could do what this actress Linda Lovelace had done. I hadn't seen the movie at that time, but I was a horny young guy on weekend leave who couldn't say no to anything involving sex, so we ended up in the parking lot. I was leaning against the brick wall at the back of the tavern, and this little lady was on her knees in the gravel trying to make good on her boast. She wasn't able to deep throat me, but it wasn't for lack of trying. She sure went down a lot father than any other woman had ever managed, and had done so with an intensity that drove me wild. She had swallowed my seed when I had cum that night, and I had never experienced that great feeling before or after that. I was so taken by her that we ended up in the backseat of a Ford Pinto later that night, screwing like a couple of animals in heat, and she gave back as good as she took. That night had been the most amazing night of my life, before or since, at least until now. Kelly was making love to my cock, with her hands and mouth working with a passion that seemed foreign to me. Her tongue was doing magical things to my aged member, things that an 18 year old girl shouldn't know how to do, yet I savored her skills, and when I felt my orgasm building to a level that I could not control, I tried to tell Kelly what was about to happen. My warning was ignored, of course, only serving to make Kelly suck my cock harder, and for her hands to milk me with with such a savageness that it felt like she was trying to yank my cock clean off. I teetered on the brink of orgasm for an agonizing length of time, but when I came, I came like I used to in my prime. I felt my cum spurt - actually spurt instead of dribble - out of my cock, and the more I came the more Kelly wanted. Her lips continued going up and down my cock as I came, and the sight of my milky seed seeping out of the corners of her mouth and down the shaft of my member sent chills down my spine. As my orgasm finally began to ebb, Kelly took my cock out of her mouth, but only to suck the cum off of the back of her hand before taking my deflating manhood back into her mouth and continuing to lavish affection on it as I watched in a daze. Even after my cock had gone completely limp, Kelly continued to pull and suck on it, stretching the rubbery tube in between slobbering - and I mean that in the sweetest way - all over it like it was a Popsicle, until she looked back up at me and blushed. "Told you I was a piggy," Kelly said, climbing up and burying her face in my neck. *** Chapter Seven: Afterglow "I wish you could spend the night in here with me," Kelly said after I finally began to get out of the cramped little bed an hour later. We had talked while I had basked in the afterglow of an orgasm that defied belief, and Kelly claimed that hers was one that had no equal as far as she was concerned either. "Guess it's true that older guys have the experience when it comes to going down on a woman," Kelly mused. "Don't know about that," I had told her. "I haven't done all that much of it lately, and never with anybody but - you know." "I like to suck cocks," Kelly said in a matter-of-fact tone. "I love the feeling of power it gives me. Yours is the 11th one I've gone down on. Pretty gross, huh? What's worse, I wonder? Sucking that many of them or keeping track?" "I don't know," I said, unwilling to make moral judgements on anybody, not when I was in bed with my granddaughter. "Times are different today." "Yours was the best," Kelly said, running her finger along the underside of my cock, which was flopped back onto my stomach, very dead despite what I suspected were Kelly's efforts to bring it back to life. "And the biggest too." "That isn't what it's cracked up to be," I suggested. "They say size counts, but that's not really true." Indeed, I had always been jealous of guys that told of their wives taking all of their cocks into their mouth, and I had always longed to experience the feel of a woman's lips around the base of my cock. "I'm usually pretty good at guessing, and I figure you have to be at least 9" hard," Kelly opined, holding up my flaccid hose, which now had the consistency of jello. "Lucky it's not as crazy thick as it is crazy long." "Who knows? It doesn't get hard often enough these days for me to care," I explained. "Except on very special occasions." "You feel guilty, don't you?" Kelly said as I left. "Of course," I said, knowing that seeing Father Bryant was now mandatory. "You sorry we did it?" "No," I confessed. "I'm still trying to recover from it. You were simply incredible." "We were incredible," Kelly corrected me. "And I want it to happen again. Tomorrow night." "We can't," I said. "We'll see," Kelly concluded. *** Chapter Eight: Change of plans I didn't go to see Father Bryant the next day. Oh, I felt guilty about what I had done, but that feeling evaporated when I saw Kelly the next morning, sitting at the kitchen table eating cereal while listening to Edna drone on about something. Kelly was wearing this bright green T-shirt with a cartoon figure on it who proclaimed that "Life is Good", and I couldn't agree more. When I saw that Kelly wasn't moping around thinking that her sick grandfather had taken advantage of her, but was smiling and looking like she was delighted to see me too, I relaxed. We exchanged knowing glances across the table, and Kelly even nudged me with her foot while Edna complained about the stimulus package. I had my own stimulus package across the table from me, and when Edna went into the bathroom for her morning constitutional, Kelly got up from her breakfast and hugged me while standing behind my chair. "How do you feel today?" Kelly asked. "About tonight, I mean?" "I was thinking something else," I said, letting my head fall back between her titties as I looked up at her, and after I put my thoughts into words Kelly giggled like the schoolgirl she was. "I'll be there!" Kelly chirped happily. Kelly was waiting for me when I arrived with a blanket and a bottle of cola that I had spiked with a little Captain Morgan, Kelly ran up to me and jumped into my arms, smothering me with kisses and hugs. It was as secluded a place that I knew of, under this tree that was overlooking a little creek that was almost dried up and the railroad tracks on the other side of it. With the Helderberg Mountains providing the backdrop, I had often taken the quarter mile stroll back here to sort things out, never imagining that I would ever use the setting for a rendezvous with my granddaughter. "This is so neat!" Kelly exclaimed, letting the hands run up and down my forearms, seeming to enjoy the feel of the wild grey hair that covered them as much as I relished her touch. "I have actually been back here once before." "Then we must be the only two that know about it," I told her, knowing that even if Edna knew about this place, she would never walk all that way back here, not when As the World Turns or whatever other soap she was addicted to were on. We shared the bottle of soda as Kelly pulled out another joint, which we shared 40 years sooner than I had promised, and when we finished it Kelly had me stand up while she pulled her t-shirt off. "Yummy!" Kelly squealed after dropping my trousers and boxers and helping me out of them, and without the need to be silent I discovered that Kelly was not the quiet lover she had been the night before. "I've been thinking about this big boy all day." Kelly attacked my cock with just as much passion as she had the night before, and while it took me a bit longer to get hard this time, I suspected that it was because we were out in the open here and my old body was now exposed in the bright daylight. If my aging body turned Kelly off, she gave no indication of it, and before too long my cock was waving in front of me like a flagpole. I joined Kelly on the blanket, and after we both got naked we got into the 69 position with Kelly on top. I never had cared much for this position, finding it distracting in many ways, but I need the diversion so I didn't cum. I wanted this to last, and build up the excitement, because I knew what Kelly wanted, which was what I wanted too. So I licked that sweet pussy, the sparse red hairs around her sex glowing in the sunlight, while Kelly did her magic on my cock, even popping my drooping nuts in her mouth from time to time. As I licked Kelly's raised mound, I could see the smooth ridge under her opening that led to her anus. I let my hands cup her butt, spreading her cheeks while my tongue slid along that ridge until it was brushing against her pink puckered ring. Kelly's body jerked when she felt that, and by now my cock was throbbing. I had to have her, and after nudging my thumb into her incredibly tight pussy, I knew I could wait no more. Working myself out from under my granddaughter, I found myself crouched above her, my swollen cock in my fist. *** Chapter Nine: Taking my granddaughter What happened next was a blur to me, and a case of me totally misunderstanding the situation. To be fair, I was a bit crazed by that time, aroused to a level I hadn't felt since I was Kelly's age, but I should have been more aware of what was going on. "Grandpa," Kelly gasped when she realized what I was doing, and when she started tearing and clawing at me arms I mistakenly thought she was as aroused as I was. She was tight, incredibly tight, but I was used to that, never having experienced a pussy that was really built for a cock the size of mine. For a minute I thought that I wouldn't be able to force my cock inside of her, but suddenly I lurched forward, my cock squeezing into Kelly as she cried out. She was so wet that I could hear the sloshing sounds as I began plunging in and out of her, not all the way of course, but working about half of my cock into her. I could see the tears in Kelly's eyes, but hoped they were that of joy mixed in with a little pain, and soon they stopped. Now Kelly was wrapping her legs around my ass as I thrust in and out, my old body reacting like it had 40 years ago as my cock slammed in and out of Kelly like a piston. Kelly came, that already tight pussy acting like a vise as she came, and I followed soon afterward. Just before I came, I realized that I hadn't thought of the possibility that I could make Kelly pregnant, but dismissed the chance that I could still be firing anything but blanks at my age, so I came inside of her, sending my seed deep into my granddaughter's womb as I suspended myself over her. "Oh Kelly, that was so good," I gasped, trying to catch my breath as I raised myself off of Kelly, my cock sliding out of her pussy, and it was then that I happened to glance down at my manhood wagging around, covered with evidence of what I had done. "Oh no!" I cried out when I saw what I had done. "It's okay, Grandpa," Kelly said, appearing much less fazed than I was at seeing the carnage. I was distraught. This beautiful creature; the girl that had derisively referred to herself as a slut more than once and had gloated about her cock-sucking abilities, had managed to maintain her purity in one way for all of her 18 years. Until 15 minutes ago, I thought to myself, when I ruined her. I had mistaken fear for passion, resistance for excitement, and had taken my precious one's virginity like a deviant. "Really," Kelly assured me after I told her that I didn't realize she had been a virgin. "I did want you. I was just scared." "I thought - thought that you were..." "Please," Kelly said, almost begging. "Don't ruin this for me. I wanted my first time to be with someone special, and it was. Please, Grandpa?" "Okay," I said, trying to compose myself. "I didn't mean to hurt you." "It only hurt for a minute," Kelly said. "Then, it hurt good." "This poor blanket," I mused, looking at the old blue covering that I could not bring back to the house like that. "I'll take it to the landfill." "I want it," Kelly said. "Can I? I'll take it to the laundromat, but I want it as a souvenir of the day I became a woman. Okay?" "Sure, but believe me when I tell you that you were already a woman," I said. "What about us though?" We were both a mess, but now we were wearing our stains proudly, and decided we would go down to the creek and get ourselves as clean as we could. The water wasn't even knee high, and was as cold as the air was warm, but we washed each others intimate parts with love, only stopping when a freight train lumbered down the tracks toward us, sending us scurrying for cover. As we hid behind the bushes necking passionately, the train rolled by, and after it was out of sight we dressed, vowing to return back to this special place again before summer was through. *** Chapter Ten: Kelly gives me everything We did go back to that tree many times before Kelly left to go off to college, and we explored ourselves completely by the time summer was though. I worshipped Kelly's body in every way possible back there, doing things that we did not dare do in her bedroom back at the house. Kelly let me do things that I always wanted to do with a woman, and did them with the same wide-eyed enthusiasm that she did with everything in her life. She let me put my cock between her titties, squeezing her globes together around me as best she could, and then laughing maniacally when my cum spurted onto her chin at the end. Kelly allowed me - in fact insisted on me having her in another way as well - something that no woman had ever allowed me to do before. She was not a virgin in that orifice, having experienced that with one guy before, she explained, but wanted to try it with me. "Be gentle," Kelly said with a giggle, even though she knew I would be. "Tommy Gentry's wiener isn't going to be anything like Grandpa's salami." It didn't last long, and in fact I spent much more time preparing her tender orifice with my saliva and a lubricant than the actual act lasted. The dichotomy of my guilt and lust as I brought the bulbous head of my manhood to the tiny pink balloon knot was obvious, but Kelly insisted. She cursed a blue streak as I tried to push myself inside of her, and it was much like trying to push my dick through a Cheerio. Kelly screamed, letting out a enthusiastic "Yeah!" along with a string of profanities, when the head of my member popped inside of her tight cavity. I didn't get very much more than that inside of Kelly, and it didn't last more than a minute, with the combination of her dirty talk and the incredible tightness of her opening around the sensitive area around my glans making me cum fast. "Sorry," I whispered after sending my seed deep into Kelly's rectum, something that no woman had ever allowed me to do before. "It's okay, Grandpa," Kelly said. "I couldn't have taken much more of that anyway." I pulled myself out of her right away, wincing at the gaping hole that remained even after my cock exited her. That didn't stop me from watching as the opening contracted back to normal, just as pink and pert as it had been before, only now with my semen drooling out of it as it closed. We agreed that was the first and last time we would be doing that, but we did do everything else in that magical summer, and despite being worn out come the end of August, I was sad when Kelly packed her bags to leave. "I'll miss you, baby," I told Kelly as we loaded her stuff into the car. "Same here, but I'll be back next summer," Kelly assured me. "I suspect you'll find a nice boy before then," I said. "At least I hope so." "Maybe," Kelly opined. "Boys are fun, but sometimes a girl just needs a man, you know what I mean?" The familiar twinkle in her eye made me get a bit misty, but Edna was coming out of the house, having decided to join us for the three-hour ride to Kelly's, so I got myself together. Kelly is a Woman Now "Sometimes a man needs a girl too," I thought to myself as Kelly climbed into the back seat, with Edna hopping into the front. Edna started talking before the engine started, and didn't shut up until we pulled back into the driveway late that night, but I hardly heard her because my mind was elsewhere. "Where's that blue blanket?" Edna asked me that night before we got into bed. "The nights are getting chilly and we're going to need it soon." "I dunno," I said. "Well, we won't need it tonight, Red," Edna said as she pulled the sheet over us. "Especially if you're not too tired. Now that we've got the house to ourselves, I know what you want. It's been a long time." I felt Edna's hand reaching into my pajamas, pulling out my cock which was probably expecting to hibernate for the winter, and while Edna's friskiness was a welcome change, I wasn't sure whether or not my weary bones could take it. I was fine, however, but it wasn't Edna that I was thinking about when my stiff cock eased into Edna's hairy pussy. It was Kelly. ... Thanks for reading... your comments and votes are welcomed and appreciated.