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Naughty Grandma!

By: daddy1950



My parents wouldn't trust me alone in the house so I was left with my widowed grandmother while they went for a fortnight's holiday. I had important exams, so study was a higher priority. 

It was likely that Nan, as I called her, was in her late 60s, despite that, she had a good figure, not slim, but not fat either. She had amazing breasts. She almost always wore a tight skirt and a V neck blouse that showed a wonderful cleavage as a result of the corset pushing her breasts tight together. I was constantly horny whenever we met and couldn't take my eyes off her.

Nan was strict and when I arrived the first day, she made it clear I was to look after myself. She would make breakfast each morning, but before that, I was to wake her at 7.00 with a pot of tea and buttered toast. 

Next morning I knocked on her door before entering. As I crossed the carpet to her bed, Nan lifted herself up onto the pillows and, as she did, the front of her nightie caught on the bedclothes. A generous breast popped out.

I couldn't believe my luck. Nan left it out as she didn't appear to have noticed. With no move to cover her nakedness I gazed at her boob and felt my cock begin to press hard against my dressing gown. I lowered the tray to hide it as best as I could and quickly sat on the edge of the bed with my hands in my lap to restrain myself. While she concentrated on pouring her tea and spreading marmalade on the toast I took as many sly glances as I dared. Even now, I can visualize its beauty, the heavy swell, the slight droop due to its size and the dark areolae surrounding a plump nipple.

We chatted while she ate and then I was shooed out so she could undress for her bath. I took the tray downstairs and tried to study which was impossible as I felt so horny.

Later, Nan shouted down to say the bathroom was free and I started up the stairs to relieve myself by wanking into the toilet. When my face was level with the landing floor I stopped dead. Through the banister railings I could see into Nan's bedroom. The door wasn't fully closed and she was drying her naked body. She was bent over toweling her legs and her boobs were in free fall, swaying to and fro to the rhythm of her drying. I couldn't take my eyes from them and I was aware of pre-cum dribbling down inside my pajama bottoms. She moved the towel upwards, drying over her midriff and stomach until she reached her breasts. She was rubbing the towel over her right mega boob when she abruptly stopped. A chill ran through me as I lifted my eyes to her face. She was staring at me! 

I felt the blood rush from my cock to my face as I flushed scarlet. I turned and fled down the stairs expecting her to shout after me. She didn't.

Whenever possible I spent the day in my bedroom with the intention of studying; in reality hiding in embarrassment and fear. She was a scary lady when cross. At mealtimes there was mostly silence and the tension was painful. Any moment I expected a lecture. In the evening we watched TV in silence until she told me it was my bedtime. I resented being ordered to bed, but she wasn't a woman you argued with.

On my way to the door, I said, 'Goodnight, Nan.'

'Don't I get my goodnight kiss?' she answered.

I was far too nervous to face her, so pretended not to hear and bolted out the door up to bed.

I don't know what time she woke me. It was dark until she put the bedside lamp on and sat on the edge of my bed. I sat up and rested against the pillows, thankful there wasn't a protrusion in my pajamas.

'Are you too old to give Nan her goodnight kiss?'

'No, Nan. Of course not.'

She moved close and kissed my lips. That was a surprise. Until then it had always been a hug and a peck on the cheek, nor was it a normal kiss, it was hot and urgent as though she hadn't kissed anyone for a long time. Nan just kept on kissing me and after I recovered from my surprise I realized how much I was enjoying it. She had no intention of stopping. She drew her head back for a moment, but returned with an increase in passion. I had no experience of such kissing with no idea what to do, so I allowed myself to wallow in the pleasure of Nan's lips taking control. Her tongue pressed against my lips and I assumed I was to open my mouth to allow access. It seemed silly, but soon I realized it wasn't as she pushed her tongue inside my mouth and found mine. She licked it and when she rested for a moment I began to suck on hers. It was so much more intimate and daring than normal kissing, made even more exciting that it was my gran.

After a while, she pulled back and whispered, 'Bobby, what you did this morning was naughty. What do you think your parents will say?'

I gulped and murmured, 'Sorry.'

'Well, I haven't made up my mind if I'll tell them. Depends how good you are to me during the next two weeks.'

'I'll do whatever you want, Nan. Anything.'

'Did you enjoy spying on me this morning?'

I blushed. It was obvious I couldn't deny it. 'Yes.'

'Did you like my titties?'

I couldn't believe we were having this conversation. 'Yes, Nan. They're nice.'

'Surely you thought they were better than 'Nice.' If I give you another peek, would you be able to think of something better to say? Would you like Nan to show them to you?'

I let out a sigh. 'Yes, please Nan.'

She undid the top button of her blouse then paused. 'No, you undo Nan's blouse.'

My hands were trembling as I slowly moved from top to bottom. While I took pleasure in undressing her she unzipped her skirt and slid it down her stockinged legs onto the floor. I undid the final blouse button and Nan allowed the garment to slide down her arms to join her skirt.

'Slide the straps from my shoulders.'

I did, then carefully pulled down each cup of her corset until they cradled her breasts.

She chuckled. 'You learn quickly. Do you know what to do with them?'

But she wasted her breath because I was already stroking them, squeezing them and kissing every inch. I couldn't get enough of her amazing breasts.

Nan was breathing heavy as she knelt on the bed, straddling my legs. 'Oh, that's a good boy. Now kiss my nipples, suck them.'

Her nipples were larger than this morning at breakfast. I didn't know why, but it made them easier to suck, and as I suckled on her left nipple, I played with her right.

'Oh, that's good, Bobby. Pull on it and roll it around. Squeeze Nan's titties together. 

The minutes ticked by as I petted her. It was bliss, but eventually, she sat back. 'You're such a naughty little boy with the things you do to your grandma.' 

She pulled the bedclothes down. 'Let Grandma have a look at you.' Nan gazed down at the protrusion in my pajamas, a soaking wet lump. She untied the cord and gently played with the hairs, trailing her finger tips through them. 'Let's see what Bobby's got for Nan,' she growled as she tugged my bottoms down.

I'd never seen my cock so large and hard. It stood like a fat post with a fine drizzle of pre-cum sliding down the shaft.

Nan moved down the bed until she was lying full length between my legs. 'Let your Nan have a close inspection.' I groaned as she began by stroking my peritoneum, then her finger tips were teasing my ass hole. I wouldn't have believed that her touch could bring such indescribable pleasure. She purred as her fingers moved upwards tracing a line up the underside of my dick making it jerk almost out of control. 'I don't think you can take much more, darling boy. Nan should have taken it easy with you. Never mind, we can sort it out.'

Her mouth moved within an inch of my straining cock and her tongue came out and gently lapped the head. For a brief moment her lips opened as she took me in her mouth before she left a languid trail of tender kisses as her full, soft lips travelled down my shaft.

I couldn't believe this level of intimacy. My grandma kissing my penis and sighing as she did. 'Mmm, so good,' she cooed. The tell-tale feeling in my balls signaled I was about to cum. Nan had only planted a few kisses on my shaft before I began to jet my semen. Spurts of cum hit her forehead and into her grey hair, but still she continued to pleasure me and herself.

'Nan, I'm sorry,' I said. 'I couldn't stop myself.'

She licked the cum from my head. 'Don't be silly, how could you stop when grandma was kissing your prick.'

She ignored the cum which I'd jettisoned onto her and concentrated on cleaning my cock. 'Now I've explored you, you need to explore your gran.'

Nan positioned herself so she was kneeling in front of me. Under her corset I could see white, frilly panties. I put my fingers on the gusset and stroked the wetness. Nan groaned. I pulled the gusset to the side to see a mass of dark hairs. I pushed an exploratory finger through the soft down and felt the soft wetness of my first woman.

Nan unfastened her suspenders and started to undo her corset as I pulled her panties down as far as they would go, followed by both stockings. I felt my cock returning to its previous firmness. 'Bobby, pull Nan's knickers down.'

She stood beside the bed, shed the remainder of her modesty and lay back on the bed with her backside resting on the edge and her legs wide open. 'Come and inspect your gran's pussy,' she ordered.

I knelt on the carpet and feasted on her nudity.

'Open me with your thumbs' Nan murmured.

I did as commanded, parted her hairs and lips and saw deep into her most intimate place. It was amazing, shiny walls soaked with her juices. Couldn't resist placing my mouth on her inner lips and kissing her.

'Oh, that's lovely, you sweet lad.' Her hand came down, fingered her clit and pulled on it. 'Suck on this.'

When I did the result was spectacular. Nan cried out with passion and even more juice flowed from her hole. My prick was aching with lust at what I was doing to my gran and I sucked even harder.

'Fuck me,' she groaned, 'fuck me now. Quick, shove your prick into Gran.'

I stood and she grabbed my cock and pulled me to her. 'Lift my legs,' she said.

As I hoisted her up my cock sunk into her pussy. It was incredible. Her wet warmth held me tightly inside and then I did what was so natural. I pounded her, fucked my gran hard. If I hadn't cum only a short while before it's likely I would have shot my load on the second or third stroke. As it was, I kept shafting her until she began to moan in a way I'd never heard before, reminded me of an animal. 'Fuck Gran,' she groaned, 'Bobby, fuck me.' 

Our groaning became louder as we fucked and then I felt a tightening around my cock as Nan's muscles gripped it. A second later she came. She began to cry out and her body shook as her orgasm took control of her. The sight of her breasts rippling as she climaxed, her cries of passion and her lust enlarged nipples were too much and I also lost control. Spasms of cum jetted inside her and there was a satisfying squelching as my cock emptied and filled her soaking wet hole.

I collapsed onto her and we rested in a satisfied exhaustion until Nan took my face in her hands and kissed me. 'From now on young man, you sleep in my bed so I can have you whenever I want and I'll wear a loose nightie so your hands can stray and play with me even if I'm asleep.'

Over the next fortnight I learned what an amazing sex slut Nan was.

Naughty Grandma! Pt. 02: Mrs. Dyde



Two days after my seduction by Grandma we were watching TV in the evening. In reality, we'd had a problem with concentrating, so after ten minutes she switched it off. We sat side by side on the sofa, each of us seated on a bath towel. Nan was partially lying on my chest, my left arm draped around her shoulders with my hand inside her nightie as I caressed her breast and played with the nipple. The towels were to protect the upholstery as we pleasured one another. My fingers - all of them - were inside her pussy while my thumb teased her clit. Nan's hand was doing all sorts of wonderful things to my cock, wanking me for a while, then sliding her fingers with tender care over the head, massaging the dribble of pre-cum into it. She was an expert, regularly taking me within seconds of jettisoning, but always being careful not to over excite me so I didn't climax. I wore a t-shirt and nothing else.

I'd been in this state of blissful stimulation for an hour or more, Nan had persuaded me to experience constant arousal instead of being in a rush to climax and I'd soon understood why. The feeling of a continual hard on was incredible.

Nan had managed to keep me from coming, whereas she had lost count of her orgasms. I'd discovered her G spot. Didn't know what it was at the time, but knew what it did for her. She cried out each time she had one of her multi orgasms and yet another gush of cum spilled onto my fingers. I would have been happy to work my fingers into her sopping wet hole all evening, but she stopped me.

'Enough, Bobby. You've exhausted your gran. Let me rest for a few minutes.

'Ok, Nan. I have to rest myself.' My cock was so hard through her continual attention it was a little painful. I needed relief. 'Why don't I cum into your pussy ... or even better, your mouth.

Nan had no time to respond as there was an interruption. We were in the lounge which led to the back garden. It was a wonderful warm evening, the French windows were open and we enjoyed the soothing background of Summer sounds as we played. It was then Nan's next door neighbor arrived.

Mrs Dyde stood on the threshold. 'Oh my!' she said.

'Connie,' said Nan. 'Come in.'

Mrs Dyde entered the room with a horrified expression. 'I'm sorry, Ethel. I didn't mean to disturb you while you were ...'

Nan was unfazed as though the tableau her neighbor witnessed was normal. 'Can I help you, Connie?'

Mrs Dyde was finding it difficult to concentrate her words as her concentration was fixed on my erection. 'I heard you ... groaning and thought you were ... unwell.'

Nan laughed. 'On the contrary. Thanks to my grandson's expert fingers, I'm extremely well.'

That was when I came to my senses and jumped up to leave the room.

Nan pulled on my hand. 'Stay where you are sweetie. Connie's seen a prick before.'

I sat down. Would never dare argue with Nan. I looked at Mrs Dyde. She was older than Nan, but more attractive. Normally, she dressed formally, regal would be accurate, but it was hot, so she wore a dress with a floral pattern which buttoned from top to bottom. The skin between the V of her dress was flushed with passion. It was a giveaway I'd noticed around Nan's neck when she was on heat.

'Move over, Bobby. Make room for Connie.'

'I ought not, really I didn't mean to disturb you.' Despite that, she squeezed between us and sighed. 'Ethel, how many times have I told you my name's Constance. Anyway, be that as it may, you well know I was married, so of course I've seen a ... seen a penis.'

'It was a few years ago that Albert died, 'Nan told me. 'And she couldn't have seen it that often since Connie always wanted the light out.'

'Ethel! I do wish you'd keep such information to yourself.'

'Connie, to make amends for my indiscretion I'll share my grandson with you.' As she spoke, she picked up Mrs Dyde's hand and used it to stroke my cock. 'Bobby's prick is so soft and smooth, yet hard at the same time. Don't you agree?'

Mrs Dyde's first reaction was to pull her hand away, but two seconds later she overcame her initial impulse and put both hands on the base of my dick. She started to stroke it, one hand at the front and the other slid up the back, but then she abruptly stopped. Since her arrival, her eyes had fixed on my erection, but now she ceased fondling me and raised her eyes to my face. She didn't speak, however I detected what I surmised to be a pleading expression. I suspected she hadn't had the joy of fondling a penis since Albert died.

I placed my hand over hers as a gesture of understanding and she gave me a broad smile. Her gaze returned to my erection and her delicate hands continued to play with it. 'You're wet, oh, so wet,' she sighed.

'He is. Never known a man with so much pre-cum. Kiss him, Connie. He loves to be French kissed.'

Our mouths met, hers already open as her tongue shot between my lips. Mmm, this woman had so much passion. Our tongues were happily tasting one another when she pulled away. 'No, Ethel, no. I've told you before I don't want you molesting me.' Nan had unbuttoned the front of her dress before Mrs Dyde realized it was her, not me undressing her.

Nan shrugged and winked at me.

'May I undress you Mrs Dyde?'

'Please Bobby.' She took a deep breath and blushed. 'That would be lovely.'

It seemed unusual calling her Mrs Dyde when I was about to strip her naked, but ever since I'd known her she'd been formal and stand offish. I pulled the two halves of her dress apart and feasted on her body. I looked up to her face. She was trembling, maybe it was anticipation, or perhaps she couldn't believe this young guy was about to take control of her body. Mrs Dyde looked vulnerable and that only increased my lust for this old lady.

I knew she was a few years older than Nan. She was slimmer, but not skinny and I immediately fell in love with the shape of her boobs. She wore a pink, light fitting bra, even so the tops of her breasts swelled. The outlines of her nipples were visible through the thin material, but when the tips of my finger lightly brushed over them they became a tad larger. My right hand cupped and squeezed her breast before it entered her bra and captured her nipple. She gave a small gasp at my touch and another when I undid the clasp and her bra released both boobs into my possession.

Mrs Dyde's nipples were like pencil rubbers, except larger and so much softer and pliable as I took hold of them. I pulled and squeezed them while she watched every move I made. It was great to hear her groaning. 'Oh, so good, so very good,' she sighed.

I looked down at her sexy knickers. She wore loose fitting cami-knickers which were probably fashionable when she was a young woman. They were elasticated at the top, but open at each leg. On such a warm evening they would keep her cooler than snug panties, but to my mind the major benefit was it allowed me easy access to the prize between her thighs. My right hand abandoned her left breast and travelled slowly down her body. She tensed and held her breath as my fingers caressed her skin, down over her midriff, her tummy and over the silk of her camis. At their opening my hand reversed direction and crept up her inner thigh stroking her softness as it moved upwards. My fingers met a thick mass of damp hair which I entered as I searched for her outer lips. 

To find her pussy I could have used the heat it was dissipating. I used the backs of my fingers to smooth up and down her lips, but only for a minute as my patience insisted I invade her pussy. Despite Mrs Dyde being soaked, I didn't want to risk hurting her, so used only my middle finger to access her hole. I needn't have worried as she took it without resistance. I withdrew it and, with ease, she took two fingers into her, deep into her. I pulled back and slowly pushed back in. I began to finger fuck Mrs Dyde, both of us loving every second. My other hand was needed. I left her breast and entered the top of her camis, destined for her clitoris. Her swollen nub was easy to find and I gently pulled on it. She squealed like a child.

Meanwhile, the tender touch of her fingers over every inch of my cock took me to the point of no return. 'Will you wank me, Mrs Dyde,' I begged, '... please?' She didn't answer, but simply responded by pumping her closed hands up and down my erection.

Now that Mrs Dyde's boobs were available, Nan took advantage and grasped them, holding them tight and suckling on the enlarged nipples.

'No, Ethel, no. I've told you so many times ...' Her voice drifted into silence as the lust took over her senses. I suspect that was the time she realized she was lost and her will power was forced to surrender to Nan's insistence.

It was also the time that the firm grip of Mrs Dyde's hands on my cock caused it to erupt. Cum showered the three of us as spasms of semen flew everywhere. Mrs Dyde looked at the cum dripping down the backs of her fingers and I'm sure what she'd done to me was a trigger, because that's when her body shuddered, her eyes closed and she cried out loud as the orgasm claimed her. It was wonderful to see this lady lose years of built up inhibitions and allow herself to be overtaken by her most basis need. Even after reaching her climax she made no attempt to cover her naked boobs and even allowed Nan to continue her assault on them.

The towels we'd been so careful to use had not saved the upholstery from my violent ejaculation. I left the ladies to find fresh towels to clean up.

Five minutes later, I stopped dead as I entered the room. Mrs Dyde hadn't moved, however Nan had managed to remove her cami-knickers. Not only was Nan's neighbour naked, but Nan was now kneeling on the floor forcing her fingers and thumb into her wide open hole. Mrs Dyde was whimpering as her pussy was being stretched, however there was no doubt she was enjoying every moment.

Nan called me over. 'Bobby, help me to get into position.' She explained what she needed and a minute later she was doggie fashion on the sofa and straddling Mrs Dyde's thighs. With my assistance she's been able to keep her fist in-situ as she repositioned herself.

Nan kept slow pressure on forcing her fist into her. I'm not sure Mrs Dyde was fully aware why Nan was straddling her as she was in a world of her own. However, she came to her senses when Nan lifted her leg up as though she was a dog about to pee on her neighbor. Nan's legs were apart so her hole was at its widest. She rested her lower leg on the back of the sofa. 'Connie,' she whispered.

'Yes, Ethel.'

'I need you to reciprocate.'

'What do you mean?'

'Slide your hand into my pussy, but make it slow, just as I'm doing to you.' 

Mrs Dyde's voice was firm as she protested. 'I couldn't possibly. I've told you ...'

'Yes, I know, but it's simple, unless you want me to take my hand out of your cunt, you're going to fuck me in the same way as I'm fucking you.'

'But Ethel, my hand's far too big.'

'Connie, I've had a milk bottle inside my cunt every morning for years, so your hand will be easy. Now, do it!'

There was little delay as she considered the proposal. She placed her hand on Nan's ass and moved her around so her hole was visible. She licked her lips in anticipation and a tentative finger touched Nan's pussy. She pushed it in up to her second joint and extracted it. There was a trace of Nan's juice on her finger. I could tell from her face this pleased Mrs Dyde, so next time she placed all of her fingers on Nan's entrance and carefully slid them in. She smiled, pulled her sodden fingers out of Nan's hole and manoeuvred her face so her mouth was inches from Nan's pussy. She licked it. Nan groaned and Mrs Dyde began to lap her as though she was a kitten with a bowl of milk. 

Nan was loving the attention her neighbour was giving her, but she loved it even more when she felt a tongue exploring inside her. 'Oh, you darling lady.' Nan continued to sigh and groan as her pussy hole was licked. 

After a while, Mrs Dyde finished her exploration. 'Oh, my dear, I can't believe what I've missed all these years. This is so exciting. Is it exciting for you, Ethel?'

'Oh, yes, Constance. Be a darling and fuck me.'

Mrs Dyde formed her hand into a point and positioned her weapon at Nan's expectant entrance. The three of us groaned with pleasure as her hand began its naughty journey into my gran.

Watching these two old ladies being so bad was making my cock drip. Fortunately, the sofa wasn't against a wall, so I was able to stand behind it and offer myself to Mrs Dyde. I hoped she would welcome a cock in her mouth. 'Would you suck me, please?'

She opened her mouth and put out her tongue to lick the thin stream of pre-cum that trailed from my cock. I slipped my erection over her wet tongue and between her lipstick red lips. I didn't know how much of my length she would be able to 'handle' so tentatively pushed inside as her lips closed around me. With around half of my length in her succulent mouth I began to slide in and out.

The ladies were whimpering with the sheer ecstasy of being stretched and filled by the other. When Nan corkscrewed her fist in Mrs Dyde's cunt, she gasped and began to do the same to Nan.

Mrs Dyde was creating the most intense pleasure to my shaft as her mouth allowed it to slide in and out and it wasn't long before my body trembled and my knees went weak. I was about to explode. I should have warned Mrs Dyde, but the thought of splashing my seed into the mouth of such a prim lady was just too much temptation and I let it fly. As the deluge hit her, her eyes widened and I thought, 'Shit! She's going to be so cross' Then, just as I expected her to push me out, her eyes closed, she groaned and sucked harder. Somehow she was able to take each spasm of hot cum in her mouth and swallow. I'd assumed she would never have allowed Albert to shoot his load into her sweet mouth, but maybe this was not a new thrill for her.

I looked down at my ancient playmates and realized I should leave them to it. They seemed content to fuck one another at a slow pace, so had no need of me. I whispered 'Goodnight' and went to bed.

..

I was asleep when Nan's hands woke me as they caressed my cock outside my pajamas. I started to undo the buttons on her nightdress. 'No, darling,' she whispered, 'I'm tired and need a full night's sleep. I'm going to make you cum now, but it'll have to get you through the night. I know how naughty you are with your gran's body.' 

For the next few minutes I lay back as Nan's gentle touch brought me to an amazing climax. My cum shot out inside my pajamas. She kissed me and we fell asleep.



Naughty Grandma! Pt. 03: My Other Nan



My other Grandma was my father's mother.

A few days after my sex filled fortnight at Nan's home, I began to wonder if my other Nan may develop a sexual interest in her grandson. She also had a generous bust which I'd lusted after as soon as puberty arrived. I'm sure she was about the same age, mid to late sixties, similar in build, but taller.

We'd long shared a passion for the cinema -- 'going to the pictures' was the expression back then. Many afternoons during my school holidays, I caught the 44 bus to her home and we spent the afternoon at a matinee. So it was, I arrived at her house and knocked on the front door. After the usual welcome kiss and hug we relaxed in her lounge with a cup of tea and biscuits. 

She sat opposite and I wasted no time in admiring her generous bust, her breasts prominent even though it was a loose sweater. I was finding it difficult to concentrate on the conversation, so abandoned my leer and looked into her eyes. She smiled. 'You seem to be preoccupied.'

'Sorry,' I stammered. 

'Don't worry, Bobby, it's your age.'

There followed a silence, so my eyes naturally lowered. However, that time they went even lower as Nan opened her legs. Women just didn't do such things back then. Her skirt was knee length so I wasn't able to see much, even so, I could see the top of her stockings and that was enough to make my cock twitch in appreciation.

Nan coughed and my gaze returned to her face. She tutted and whispered, 'What shall I do with you?' Without waiting for a reply, she returned to the local gossip until ten minutes into our chat, Nan asked, 'You fancy a trip to the pictures?'

'Yeah, that would be great. What's on?'

Nan chuckled. 'Not Tonight Darling.'

I was taken aback. As an 18 year old horny male, I knew all the current films containing sex and nudity, but didn't expect Nan to know. 'I didn't think that was your sort of film, Nan.'

'That's what everyone is supposed to believe. To be honest, I was hoping you would visit this week as I don't have the guts to go on my own. Will you take me? My treat.'

The Rialto was only a short walk, but it was raining. We ran and less than ten minutes later she was buying our tickets while I shook the droplets from our raincoats. 'Two balconies please,' Nan ordered.

She collected the tickets and we waited in line to buy snacks and drinks. 'Balcony seats are expensive,' I commented. 

Nan looked around at the other patrons. 'I daren't risk being seen by a neighbor. Your granddad would have a fit if he heard I'd been to see an X certificate, even worse this X cert.' She ordered our snacks and whispered, 'Do you mind if we sit at the back where there's less chance of being seen?'

I smiled. 'You know the sort of couples who sit in the back row Nan?'

She punched my arm. 'Don't be cheeky young man. Whatever the others are doing, you won't be snogging your Nan.'

'Shame,' I whispered, followed by a wink.

Nan gave me a quizzical look, but said nothing, as we took the stairs to our seats. It was afternoon in the middle of the week, so almost empty.

Those were the days when two films were shown, first the 'B', then the feature. As was usual, the 'B' that afternoon, was a trashy horror, the sort of film that was made for pennies. I endured it, whereas Nan was enjoying it, nearly jumping out of her seat each time the monster made a sudden move. To this day, I've considered that film one of the best, but not for the content.

The paper-mache monster was chasing the pretty brunette through the undergrowth and despite its ineptitude the monster finally caught her. As he was about to deliver murderous blows to his victim, Nan gave a squeal and buried her face against my chest. I extracted my arm from between us and put it around her shoulder. 'You ok, Nan?' I pulled her close, excited at her proximity. 

'Yes, thanks, darling. Took me by surprise.'

To my astonishment, she stayed as she was. My arm tightened around her. It felt good, her perfume increasing my pleasure. 'You had enough of the film Nan?'

'Yes,' she whispered. 'The tension builds up until I can't take anymore.' She lifted her head and snuggled into my neck. 'Instead, I'll enjoy a cuddle if that's alright with you.'

'Mmm, yes,' I replied and half turned in my seat so we were closer. I continued to watch the film, but my mind was elsewhere, in a warm, sensual place much closer. I struggled to think what I could do to take advantage of the situation. Nan came to the rescue.

'Were you serious when you said 'shame' earlier?'

'The snogging?'

'Yes,' she hushed.

Wow, how do I answer that! I thought back to how amazed I was when my other Nan seduced me. Crazy though it may be, perhaps it could happen again. This was probably my only chance. 'It was a joke in part ... on the other hand, it would be great.'

'Really? But I'm so old and wrinkly, plus I'm your grandma.'

'Age is unimportant. I've always thought you were gorgeous. Would you want to kiss me though? What about Granddad?'

She grunted. 'Him! He has no interest in me these days.'

I didn't know how to deal with such a personal comment, so said nothing. After a while, Nan's hand rested on my cheek and pulled my face around to meet hers.

She kissed me. It was amazing, her lips were so full and tender. There's something so powerful about an incestuous kiss that transcends others. It was natural to want my tongue inside Nan's mouth and when I pushed it against her lips, she took it with a wide open mouth and a deep, sexy groan. 'Mmm,' I moaned as our mouths locked into a sensuous coupling. She sucked and licked my tongue before forcing it back into my mouth so hers could probe inside mine. Nan was incredible the way her tongue excited me.

I'm surprised she didn't have jaw ache, her mouth was so wide open as we kissed. We kissed on and off for twenty or so minutes before she pulled away from me. 'Phew, you've made your gran so hot. I need to loosen my rain coat.' She stood and started to unbutton the top while I undid the bottom ones. She opened the mac, but left it on. Nan settled back into her seat and cuddled up to me. 'Normally, this cinema is so cold, even this time of year. Maybe, it's because I'm old, I always feel it.'

I brushed her lips with mine. 'You're a long way from being old, Nan.'

'Oh, you sweet thing,' she cooed, settling lower in her seat and pulling me down to give me a passionate kiss.

Earlier I'd told myself that just because she wanted to kiss, it didn't follow she wanted more. Did she want me to pet her? I'd decided to play safe and not risk her putting a halt on our kissing, but now I began to wonder if she'd given the true reason for opening her mac. Maybe, she was giving me a signal. The passion was even stronger, our lips feverishly wanting more, our tongues playing together as though we'd done so for years. Our breathing was heavy with desire. It was now or never. My hand entered the gap in her rain coat and rested on her waist. She wore a loose fitting cotton sweater. I stroked her side from arm pit down to her thigh, my hand never straying into taboo territory. After a while I dared to brush the side of her breast and she didn't react, just continued to return my kisses with as much ardour as before. I slid my hand down until it was below her sweater and slowly made my way inside. I rested my hand on her waist.

'Mmm, Bobby, your hand is lovely and warm.'

'Your skin is wonderfully soft.'

'Thank you, darling,' she whispered.

My mouth found the nape of her neck and kissed it. She groaned as my lips smoothed over her skin. My hand moved up around the back and pulled her to me. She began to kiss my neck as my fingers caressed all over her back, from the top of her skirt to her bra strap.

'Oh, that feels good,' she said.

Nan pulled away from me so our mouths met. When her tongue prised my lips apart and entered my mouth, I took that as a signal to go to the next stage. Slowly, my hand shifted from her back and around the side, once more brushing the side of her bra. However, this time, my fingers stayed on her bra. Gently, I spread my fingers and captured her right breast. She gasped into my open mouth as I squeezed the soft fullness that filled my hand.

'That's naughty,' she murmured.

Maybe, but Nan hadn't said I should stop, so I continued to play with her, stroking the smooth lace and upwards to the magnificent swell that spilled out of the top of her bra. I could tell by the feel, the thickness of the material and its expanse this was not a sexy bra. It was never designed to seduce, but that didn't negate the wonder of enfolding and embracing her boob. I lusted for the contents, not the packaging. I felt the small bulge of her nipple wanting its release and wanted so much to take it between my fingers, suckle it between my lips. Instead I could only pet it, gliding my finger tips over it, coaxing it to grow. I lifted her boob, adored its mass, so heavy even the bra couldn't fully support it. I could hardly believe she allowed this level of intimacy as I played with her. 

'No, no more, Bobby.'

I dared not wait any longer if she was telling me to stop. In one quick move my fingers grabbed the underside of the cup, pulled it forwards and lifted it in a single movement. Her breast tumbled out. Released from its nest, it fell into my palm and snuggled in my hand, my thumb brushing the nipple, but not for long.

No doubt, Nan was about to scold me, but that was the moment the lights came up. It was the end of the 'B' movie. Nan pulled my hand out and closed the halves of her rain coat over her body.

She left me to use the loo while I looked around. Even though the main feature was about to start, there was no more than half a dozen people scattered around the balcony. I presume the stalls was busier. Nan returned. I was sure she was cross and we sat in silence through the interval. Nor was there physical contact, although she did allow me to hold her hand.

When the credits for 'Not Tonight Darling' started, she leaned towards me and whispered, 'We're going to watch the film.'

'OK, Nan,' I replied, a little disgruntled. I couldn't stop thinking about her naked breast hanging beneath her sweater. So close, but off limits. Given the choice I would have preferred to play with her boobs, however I convinced myself a sexy film was a reasonable substitute. 

Almost immediately, Luan Peters, the actress, was stripping off her nightie and showing her breasts and later, a full frontal.

'I can tell you're enjoying it,' Nan hushed as she moved closer. 'Love your heavy breathing, Bobby. It's sexy.'

I chuckled. 'Gave myself away.' 

'Any other signs?' she asked, as her hand slipped under my mac which I'd placed on my lap. Her hand rested on my upper thigh, inches away from my cock. She may have been surprised it wasn't hard. It had been earlier, all the time we were kissing it was like a steel bar, but the inactivity in the interval had allowed it to reduce to normal size. When Nan began to caress my thigh, I knew it wouldn't be for long. 

'You're very wet,' she said and chuckled. 'I wonder why, Bobby.'

Obviously, her fingers had found the patch on my jeans, earlier soaked by pre-cum. She knew precisely where to rest her hand as she moved it closer to the base of my prick. Sure enough, within seconds, my cock reacted to her tender touch by growing. I could feel it getting larger, growing fatter and sliding beneath her fingertips. 

'Mmm, that feels so good. Is that because of your gran or the film?'

I sighed. 'You, it's all your doing. Oh Nan, your touch is so incredible.'

The touch of her fingers was perfect, so expert as their gentleness gave me the most incredible sensations up and down my length, yet firm enough to overcome the thickness of my jeans. I was breathing heavy, but then I became aware that Nan's breaths gave away her own enjoyment as she handled her grandson's penis. She sighed with every stroke of her nails over my stiffness.

Nan glanced around to ensure no-one was looking. 'Put your hand inside my rain coat.'

Our mouths met in a passionate kiss as my hand disappeared into the confines of her mac, and under her sweater. When she'd visited the loo, she hadn't returned her boob inside her bra, so I was able to re-claim it. Her nipple was wonderfully firm with lust and I'm sure it hardened even more as I pulled and twisted it. I didn't waste any time and quickly released her other breast so my playful fingers could alternate between them.

'Do you want a peak at them?' I'm sure my cock jerked at the thought of seeing them and Nan didn't wait for a reply. She knew the answer. Both of us looked around to check we weren't being watched before she raised her sweater.

Wow! Nan had allowed me to touch her, even asked me too and now she allowed me to see her nudity, welcomed me to view her nakedness. She wanted to expose herself to her grandson. Her desire was I should admire her. And I did, they were beautiful in size and shape, large, yet not enormous and rounded, shapely like two delicious pears with firm nipples surrounded by large areolae. 'You like Nan's tits, Bobby?'

'I adore them.'

'In better circumstances, you can enjoy them at your leisure. If you care to spend a day with your Nan, perhaps?'

'Tomorrow?'

'I see no reason why you shouldn't come to lunch and ...' She chuckled.

Nan lowered her hands, but left mine inside with tacit permission to get up to wickedness with her boobs. Her hand returned to fondle my erection while I petted her boobs. Was this real? Difficult to believe my sexy Nan was giving me so much pleasure.

After a while, Nan whispered, 'Can I see your cock?'

Silly question! 'Mmm,' was the only reaction I could think of.

'Will you take it out for me, darling?'

Would I? The thought of my grandma seeing my erect cock, even more, asking to see it, almost blew my mind. I released her boob as it required both hands to undo my belt and unbutton my Levis. 'Safer if you leave your rain coat to hide it,' Nan said, as she parted my jeans and slid her hand inside my underpants. With care, she extracted my cock and lifted it out, still hidden under my mac. 'Is it safe?' she asked. 'Keep an eye open while I look.'

I viewed the almost empty cinema as Nan lifted my raincoat. I felt the cool air on my cock as she liberated it. I stole a glance. It shined with pre-cum. Nan pulled the foreskin down and began to stroke the entire length of my shaft with gentle finger tips. Her hand closed around the head, then slipped it down a tad as she began to slowly wank me. 'Bobby, I love the feel of your prick,' she purred. 'Do you have a hankie?'

'Yes.' 

'Just the one?' 

'I have another in my mac, I think. Why?' 

'You'll find out.' She chuckled. 'Are you keeping watch?'

'Sure.'

She kissed the glans, then another on the underside. She nibbled at the skin where shaft and glans meet and almost blew my mind as she took the head of my prick into her mouth. Her tongue licked up my pre-cum for a few amazing minutes before her mouth released me. 'That's all you're getting ... for the moment,' she whispered.

'Oh, Nan, that was wonderful.'

'I don't suck cock very often, so don't raise your hopes.' She continued to kiss all over my glans as she started to slowly started to wank me again. 'Give me the hankies.'

I found them and handed them to her. My hand returned inside her sweater.

'Would prefer if your hand explored lower,' she whispered in a husky voice. 'Much lower.' 

'Do you mean...?'

'Mmm, I'm yours for whatever you want, Bobby. By the way, you'll discover I'm not wearing my knickers. They're in my handbag.'

My hand slid under her skirt and her legs immediately opened for me. My fingers glided along her nylons, past her suspenders until I reached a mass of hairs. I groaned with pleasure as my finger tips stroked her soft, luxurious hair. Nan's thighs opened even wider as four fingers explored her entrance. She was soaked and they slipped inside with no resistance. 'Oh, Bobby,' she murmured. 'Ram me. I need your fingers deep inside my cunt.'

I pushed in hard and heard the squelch as I filled her sopping hole. My fingers twisted a little before I slowly pulled back. Nan gasped as I rammed back into her. For a few minutes we pleasured one another until I whispered, 'Nan, I'm almost there. Hankies ready?'

'I'm close myself, but I'm desperate to have your prick inside me.' Almost breathless, she asked, 'Do you think we dare fuck?'

'Wow, would you let me?'

Nan stood and looked around. 'We're safe,' she said. 'I'll keep watch.' Still facing the screen, she leant her arms on the seat in front. As she straddled me, I guided her hips until my head nestled at her beautiful hairy entrance. 

'Down a couple of inches, Nan, then let me take over. Ok?'

'Mmm, Bobby, that will be lovely.'

As Nan lowered and took my shaft inside her, my hands slid under her sweater and captured her boobs. I gripped each swollen nipple between finger and thumb and pulled on them and squeezed. With my cock partway inside her hole, I pushed upwards until our hairs met. We groaned in unison as our bodies became one. I thrust even harder inside her, forcing my cock deep inside before pulling back. Nan's open cunt dripped her juices onto my hairs as I stretched her opening with my erection. My hand discarded her nipple and found her clit. 'Oh, Bobby,' she whispered. I pleasured her clit as my cock ground in and out of her pussy, ramming her hard with my lust driven intensity.

She began to whimper as the power of our love making approached a climax. It must have been the sensation of me coming inside her that took her over the edge. Nan muffled her gasps as she attempted to stifle the noise of her orgasm as she rode my cock. Spasms of cum jetted into her as I lost control. My head spun at the thrill of having my grandma, of filling her hole with my seed.

Nan settled herself on my lap as we both bathed in the excitement of the moment. Our cum leaked from her and settled around the base of my cock and thighs. Nan was about to free herself of my still hard prick when a beam of light settled on her face.

'Is that you, Mrs Owen?'

We turned to look at the outline of the usherette asking the question. The pencil light beam extinguished as she sat in the seat next to us. She was a middle aged woman, a stranger to me, but it was obvious Nan recognized her.

To be continued?



Naughty Grandpa Ch. 1



Everything went to plan in the first week of my guardianship of my granddaughter, Laryssa. We did all the school things, plus the cooking and cleaning domestic things. We went to the movies, for her, and the hockey, for me, and there was a slumber party for about ten girls her age on the Saturday night at her friend Sophie's house. I would like to kid you I stayed at home that evening and watched TV like a good grandfather, but in reality, I went out and cruised the bars to try to get laid. Without any success I might add, or what happened in the following days may not have taken place. Anyway, all the good-looking women were with partners and the eager ones were plain gruesome, so, I ended up by having too much to drink and spent the night snoring alone in my bed. 

My 'contract' was to look after the teenaged Laryssa for ten days. And, of course, there was Boney…my daughter Fran's white-haired standard poodle. My son named the animal Napoleon Bonaparte because it is French, and yappy, and thinks it rules the world. I also have an idea that Rob has a 'thing' about French guys, having almost lost Fran to a particularly handsome visiting lecturer from France when she and Rob were at university together. For a time, the 'dull business major' found he was fast losing the battle with the 'sexy visual artist'! 

My son, Rob has just been made senior marketing vice-president for his company and for the first time he was able to take my daughter, with him to the annual company conference. This year it was being held in Honolulu. To make the most of the opportunity, Fran and Rob decided that if they could find somebody to stay with Laryssa, they would extend their visit and tour the Hawaiian Islands for a while after the conference. I may have been their last port of call when they asked me, who knows, but I ended up with the job. Not that I minded! I retired early, having made a whole heap of dough from accepting an offer I couldn't refuse from Hewlett Packard for my electronics components business; and have not had a great deal to do since, apart from travelling and seeing the world. Divorce number three, five years ago, convinced me I am not cut out for permanent relationships, but I enjoy women and a vigorous sex life just the same…

It all starts when I am on my way back from taking a leak at 3 o'clock one morning, At my time of life one cannot make it through the night anymore without having to pay a visit! I look into Laryssa's room to see that she is all right. The little sweetheart is a perfect picture lying there sprawled half onto her face. She has obviously been very restless in her sleep and has thrown off all her covers and her pyjama top has parted company with the bottoms at her middle. Normally I wouldn't dream of entering her room at that time of night. But seeing as the central heating turns down at night and the air is starting to chill, I go into Laryssa's room to cover her. Just as I am bending over to pick her duvet up off the floor, she rolls onto her back saying sleepily, "Hello Grandpa," and holds up her arms for a hug. 

Aaaah, Laryssa! A slender wisp of a girl! And made to look even more so by the too large uniform that she has to wear to the fancy all-girls prep school she goes to. 'She'll grow into it,' her mother says. Yeah right! Meantime the shirt and striped blazer, tie and full ankle length skirt just about bury her! 

Laryssa is a real honey! To just describe her naturally curly dark hair, her violet eyes behind thin-rimmed spectacles, her wide, readily smiling mouth and wonderful, wonderful soft complexion do not really do her justice. It leaves out how she glides like a dancer instead of walking; her wicked chuckle when she has tricked you with some clever subterfuge, and her sharp, clear-minded intelligence. Ok, I'm her Grandpa, so I'm biased! Maybe because it only takes a quick hug or a smile to make me Play Dough in her hands. 

Silly old fool that I am I cannot resist, so I bend over my granddaughter to give her a buss on the forehead. But she throws her arms around my neck and pulls down hard. She is surprisingly heavy for one who looks so slight. I overbalance and end up half sat, half lying, propping myself up from falling on top of her by one hand on her mattress near her waist. Laryssa giggles wickedly setting something off inside me. I know I shouldn't do it, but instead of taking my hand away without touching her, I let it slide up over her side and onto her tummy. And I don't take it away from there either. I let it rest, gently stroking her soft warm skin. We stare at my hand. It seems to be doing its thing of its own accord. Where will this end up? My cock rears to attention inside my boxers with what feels like the hardest erection I have had in years!

"Naughty Grandpa!" Laryssa murmurs archly. "My teachers at school say you mustn't touch me like that."

Do her teachers really mean me? Or is it any male? Would it matter to them if it were a female? Oh hell, they are right! But I can't stop, she feels so beautiful. I manage to gasp; "Don't you like it then?" My voice sounds to me like I'm talking through treacle.

"Mmmmm," she says and wriggles a little as though pushing her middle up against my hand, "it's nice. But I've got this funny hot feeling in my tummy and I don't know what it is. I hope I'm not going to be sick."

"I don't think so, Sweetie. Is the feeling happening where I'm touching you?" My mind leaps to the conclusion that this could be the very first stirring of adult sexual arousal in Laryssa's young body. Naughty, lucky Old Grandpa!

"No, it's a bit lower down."

"Down here?" I slide my hand easily under the waistband of her pyjama bottoms. They have become unbuttoned with her earlier tossing and turning, which is why she is showing so much skin. Oh gosh! I discover that she isn't wearing any panties!

"It's a little bit lower," Laryssa says in a faint voice. Her tummy is trembling under my fingers. I only wear boxer shorts in bed and she is running her hand over my bare back up near my shoulder, pulling me closer to her.

"All the way down here?"

"Ooooh Grandpa! That's very naughty! You're nearly touching my…my…you know!"

"I know what, Sweetie?"

"My thing…"

My fingers are indeed just brushing the very edge of my granddaughter's plump mound. But, before I can withdraw, Laryssa says, "But that's all right, I don't mind."

My voice is more under control now, but still a little shaky: "We don't call it a 'thing' do we? What do you and your Mom call it between you?"

"She told me there's lots of rude names, like that 'c' word…and then there's the proper name for it…you know…vagina."

"What 'c' word?"

Laryssa chuckles "Oh, Grandpa, you are silly…cunt, of course!"

That crude word on my granddaughter's innocent lips sounds extremely profane! Yet, at the same time, to hear her say it so openly stirs me deeply.

"But, Mommy said that she and me would call it my kitty, just between us, because it's not yet a fully grown up pussy."

"Can I call it that as well?" I ask her.

"Ok, if you want…"

Then again, I have to prove to this young woman that I am not afraid of the 'c' word either! "Hmmmm. No, on second thoughts, I think you and I will call that special thing between your legs your cunt. Is that ok with you?"

I carry on caressing her lower abdomen.

"Ok…I like the way you say 'cunt', Grandpa. Cunt…cunt…cunt." Laryssa lifts her belly against my hand again, "Ummmm, Grandpa, that's so nice…"

In a hot silence that is only disturbed by our tremulous breathing, I move my hand imperceptibly lower still until my fingers are running back and forth across the very start of her crease. Her fresh new pubic hairs are so magically soft…!

Laryssa breaks the erotic spell we are both weaving. "Look, Grandpa, your willie is sticking right out of your shorts!"

I look at my groin in startled horror. She is right. I can't have done a button up properly when I finished having piss, and my hugely stiff cock is waving out in the open in front of her eyes.

"It looks all red and sore, Grandpa, is it all right?"

"Yes, it's ok, Pumpkin, I'm sorry…" I stutter, removing my fingers from her mound and jamming my errant manhood back into my boxers. "Look, I'd better go. You just get off to sleep now like a good girl."

I stand up and throw Laryssa's duvet over her. She holds her arms up to me again, "Kiss, kiss."

I lean over and kiss her on the cheek. She throws her arms around my neck again and hauls my face into the crook of her neck. Her teenage girl perfume fills my nostrils. My cock stood out like an iron bar below my belly. If she doesn't release me immediately I will go back to touching her and, inevitably, I will make her touch me!

"I love you Grandpa," she says happily.

"And I love you too, Sweetheart," I answer in a shaky voice and tear myself away from her grasp.

"Night, night, Pumpkin," I wave from the doorway, "Sleep tight." My cock is making a tent out of the front of my shorts and Laryssa's eyes are glued on it. I see a movement under her duvet. Is she touching her cunny because I wouldn't?

"Night, night, Grandpa," she says absently.

It takes me about two minutes to cum when I reach my own bed; wracking, messy spurts of sheer pleasure that fly up onto my chest and stain my sheets.



Naughty Grandpa Ch. 2



In the morning while I am getting her ready to go to school, Laryssa seems a little preoccupied, even unfriendly, and says nothing about the events of the night. And if she doesn't want to discuss it, then neither do I! But when her friend Sophie and her mother, Mrs Collins, comes to pick her up, my granddaughter gives me a big hug and a wet kiss on the cheek and tells me she loves me. So, everything is all right between us after all.

That evening, after dinner, Laryssa has her ballet class. I drop her off and return home to clear up the dishes. She wanted me to stay and watch, but I didn't think that her dance teacher would look kindly on a 'dirty old man' leering at her nubile young charges. Laryssa kept her leotards on under her clothes after I collected her and brought her home. We watch television for a short while, while she has a cool drink; then I say to her that it is bedtime.

She gets up from her seat and tries to pull me to my feet. "Give me a shoulder carry, Grandpa," she begs, "like you used to when I was a little girl… Pleeeeze!"

"Oh, all right then, but you're getting a bit big for that kind of thing. Especially for an old fella like me!" I grumble, pretending to be annoyed. But I am secretly pleased, of course! And my pleasure grows exponentially when my granddaughter chides me and tells me I am not at all old. Plus, the clasp of her warm, smooth thighs against the sides of my neck is a bonus! 

I used to lift weights and have stayed very fit all my life, so carrying Laryssa is no problem. When we get to her room, I dump my granddaughter rather unceremoniously onto her bed and turn to leave. "No, stay with me for a minute!' she wheedles. Weakly, I give in to her demands. I am ordered to: "Sit on the floor over there while I get my things ready for the morning."

I do as I am told, looking on with interest as she assembles clean panties and socks and makes sure there are no marks on her uniform shirt that would make her have to wear a clean one. My daughter made Laryssa responsible for washing and ironing her own school clothes, so she makes sure they are looked after a lot better than some other girls of her age. 

Then she starts to undress. I am transfixed and utterly enchanted at the matter of fact way she takes her clothing off with me watching. But, when she gets down to her leotards, Laryssa flaps her hand in the direction of the door and says, "Time for you to go now."

"Oooooer!" I whine in a theatrical show of disappointment, which is very real inside, and start to scramble to my feet.

Laryssa puts her hand on my head and pushes me to the floor again. "Oh, I suppose you can stay, but Naughty Grandpa mustn't stare!"

She turns her back to me and strips off her leotards, taking her panties off at the same time. My granddaughter's slim bare back and firm rounded little dancer's bum are utterly captivating! 

My whole insides lurch when I catch a glimpse of the small bare curves of her breasts. Unreasoning desires to reach out with my hands and touch her flood through me. How I wish I could pull her to me and turn her around to face me, to run my hands over that softness and to sniff at her wonderful girl-scent! But she dons her pyjamas in a flash and the chance, if she ever intended there to be one, is lost.

Laryssa turns around and announces, "There! All done!" and then turns and scrambles into her bed. Reluctantly, I make my creaky way to my feet. My 'little girl' makes me feel very old and very young, both at the same time. Laryssa already has her arms extended for a hug and a kiss, but her eyes are fixed on the area below my belt. The bulge in my pants does not disappoint her.

"Will you come and see me again later on tonight?" she asks me ingenuously as I turn off the light and pull her door partly closed.

"Do you really want me to?" I ask, praying for only one answer.

"Yes."

"Ok, I will." 

I try to tell myself that I have no intention of doing so, but deep down inside I know that I will not be able to resist.

2.30am arrives and I cannot hold off any longer. But this time I make sure that my shorts are securely buttoned. Laryssa wakes up and stretches sleepily as I enter her room, preceded by my already swelling erection. Tonight she has not pushed her covers off. Disappointment is a cold stone in the pit of my belly. She holds her arms out to me, "Kiss, kiss." 

This time I kiss her full on the lips; warm soft innocence almost breaks my heart.

She pulls her duvet to one side and moves across the bed to make room for me to half-lay beside her. Her eyes are large, black-centred violet pools in the dim light. "Can you rub my tummy, Grandpa. I've got that funny feeling in there again."

Without hesitating, I slip my hand beneath the duvet. It is like putting my hand into a furnace! Quickly I find Laryssa's silky skin. She has pulled her pyjama top high up on her chest. She flinches at the coolness of my fingers, then relaxes and lets me fondle her, gazing at my face all the while.

I trace the outlines of her ribs, go higher, and find a swelling globe topped by a tiny nipple.

"That's not my tummy, Grandpa!" Laryssa chuckles. "You are being extra naughty again!"

"Do you want me to stop?"

"Oooh no! It feels nice!"

I coax the little nubbin erect, then find the other and do the same. My hand swoops slowly down her length, over her navel to the waistband of her bottoms. Silence, ragged breathing, insistent adult caresses on an exquisitely smooth teenage body, involuntary, unknowing, innocent lifting movements of Laryssa's abdomen and, finally, expert fingers undo the protecting button.

My fingers crawl tantalisingly down her belly towards her naked, podgy mound and then the delicate upper groove of her sex.

"Grandpa," she breathes, "Grandpa, can I look at your willie again?"

I manage to croak, "Ummmm, yes, if you really want to."

"Yes, Grandpa, I do."

I am reluctant to shift my hand from her tummy. "Do you want to undo the buttons, or shall I?"

"I'll do it!" She sounds really eager.

Laryssa's fingers awkwardly undo the first button. She is biting her tongue in concentration. The way my cock is tangled in my shorts, she will have to put her hand inside and get me out! She will not be able to avoid touching me! I can use that as an excuse to part her sweet little thighs and run my fingers over her little sex…her cunt! My heart is crashing in my chest like a steam hammer. My mind races. I play mental movies of her small hand running up and down my cock and milking great spouts of white, creamy sperm from it to land all over her soft belly! 

Laryssa begins to fumble with the next button…

'Ring, Ring! Ring! Ring!'

Dammit to fucking hell and back! It's the telephone downstairs! It must be Fran and Rob. Don't they know what fucking time it is? All of this is in my mind of course. I wouldn't say such things out loud in front of my little girl! Reluctantly, I pull away from her and go down to the kitchen to pick up the 'phone.

It is indeed my daughter, Fran, "Hello, Dad, just calling to see if everything is ok." She sounds as though she's been drinking.

I strain to keep testiness and disappointment out of my voice, "Hi honey. Yes, of course everything's all right. Why are you calling at this time of night?"

"Time of night? What time is it?"

"It's after 3.00am."

"3.00am! Oh, I'm sorry. I told Rob we should add the four hours, not take it off! But he said I didn't know what I was talking about. We've just had a lovely dinner and a bottle of wine. You know how stubborn Rob can be when he's had a drink!"

"That's ok honey. I don't think the 'phone woke Laryssa."

"Yeah, she sleeps like the dead!"

"Are you two having a good time?"

"Oh yes! It's just like having a second honeymoon. And the Islands are so beautiful!"

"That's good honey. Now, just enjoy yourselves and don't you worry, Laryssa and I are getting along fine. I'll tell her you called and give her your love."

"Thanks Dad. I love you too. Sorry to wake you up."

"I needed to go to the bathroom anyway. Love you too honey. And say 'hello' to Rob."

"Ok Dad. See you on Tuesday."

"See you hon. Bye!"

"Bye!"

"No, wait a second!"

"What…?"

"Laryssa is here, she must have woken up."

My, oh so alluring, tousle-haired darling appears in the kitchen doorway just as I am about to put the handset back in its cradle. "Come here, Sweetheart," I wave her over, "And say 'Hello' to your Mom."

Laryssa stands right up close to me, putting an arm around my back and pressing her tummy against my hip. Her touch of her palm burns the bare flesh at my waist. My erection, which largely subsided while I talked to Fran, rears to attention again. I stroke the back of her neck under her hair while Laryssa talks to her mother. Surreptitiously, I slide my fingers over her collarbone, pushing her top aside at the front in a vain attempt to get a view of one gorgeous young breast.

"Hi, Mommy, are you and Daddy having a good time…?

"Yes we are…. Grandpa is being extra nice to me and we're having lots of fun...

"No, of course he isn't spoiling me… No, he hasn't!"

Laryssa holds the 'phone away from her ear and says, "Mommy says you're not allowed to buy me lots of chocolate!"

I pull a face and then wink.

"Yes, of course I'll do all my homework…

"Yes, I went to ballet, but Grandpa wouldn't stay…

"Ooooh Mommy, don't be such a Grinch! Of course I'll be a good girl!

"Ok…give Daddy a kiss from me…

"Ok…bye, bye Mommy…"

Laryssa puts the handset down and snuggles up to my front; my hot hard cock jams up against her from her belly to her lower chest. She pulls back for a moment as if she is shocked at feeling it, but then flattens against me again. I stroke her dark curls as she rests her soft cheek on my chest and asks me almost inaudibly, "Grandpa, were you trying to see down my top just now?"

I start guiltily, then realise that there is no future in trying to tell fibs to this one, she is too sharp. "Yes, Sweetie, I was."

"Why? I don't have proper titties to look at…not like grown up women have."

"I don't know about that!" I murmur huskily. "Your 'titties' as you call them are still very small, but from the very tiny bit I have seem of them they are very beautiful!"

"Do you really think so, Grandpa?"

"I don't 'think so', Sweetheart, I know!"

Laryssa moves a hand between us, undoes one and then two buttons, and pulls her top open. The back of her hand briefly brushes across my cock. The pair of us gaze transfixed at her small, perfect breast. Its nipple is distended, a swollen, dark pink crown on her pale rounded flesh. Is it sexual arousal that has caused this swelling? If I pulled down the front of my boxers, I could press the head of my tool on that inviting pink lump!

Laryssa covers herself again. "Grandpa, are we going back to bed now?"

I want to pick up where we left off, so very badly, but I say, "No, we'd better not. Grandpa was being very, very naughty just now. Besides, you have to get up for school in the morning."

"Ooooaah! I can stay at home. I don't want to go to school! I want to stay here with you! Please, Grandpa…you can rub my tummy again if you like."

It is all very tempting. But, if I did go into her room with her, I will end up doing much more than rubbing Laryssa's tummy! For once, reason prevails: "We can't do that Sweetie. Mrs Collins will be picking you up as usual, and the school would start asking questions if you didn't go." 

Laryssa is pretty upset that I won't give in to her, but agrees that I should go back to my own room…on condition that I give her a 'baby carry' back to her room. I cannot help but touch the underside one perfect orb with the side of my hand as I cradle her upper body.

When I lay her on her bed, Laryssa's pyjamas tops and bottoms part company again. The sight of her naked, girl-tummy and sweet navel makes my cock surge harder and I almost tip over the edge once more. I am just about to cover her up when she says coyly, "Grandpa, you didn't let me see your willie! Pleeeze, you promised!"

I am utterly undone, "Are you sure?"

"Please!"

"You mustn't tell anyone!"

"I know…I promise…"

My heart starts pounding even more fiercely in my chest. With trembling fingers I undo the two remaining buttons on my boxers and let my throbbing cock emerge into the dim light of her bedside lamp.

Laryssa stares with saucer eyes at my angry looking, purple-veined shaft and its livid crown. "Oooooh!" she breathes.

My rampant manhood sticks out rigidly below my belly, just inches from her fascinated gaze and her innocent, soft pink lips. All I have to do is move slightly and I could touch them with my burning hot flesh! Instead, I just let her look. Laryssa makes no comment.

An overwhelming need to see her swells inside me. My right hand hovers over her waist for a few seconds then swoops to swiftly undo the waistband of her pyjama bottoms and push the fabric down, down, down, down until her virgin sex comes into my view. Laryssa lifts her bottom from the bed to help me push the garment down further, down to around her knees. Her legs fall apart naturally, completely exposing the perfect flower nestling between her thighs. My heart is almost bursting. With a strangled moan I bend over and kiss the soft warm flesh midway between navel and pubis and then her mouth.

"I can't stay, Sweetheart." I mutter gently, "Or I might do something really bad!" Then I turn and leave her.

When I pause in the doorway to look back, Laryssa still lies with her legs akimbo as if she is offering her body to me. It is all I can do to stop myself from going back and throwing myself on top of her. Her eyes glitter in the lamplight. Is she weeping? "I won't tell anybody, not anyone, Granddad…I promise!"

"I know, darling, I know…" is all I can manage to say. Then I tear myself away and head for my own room with my rampant cock bobbing up and down out of my shorts ahead of me. I don't masturbate that night. Strangely enough, I feel that to do so would somehow be disloyal.



Naughty Grandpa Ch. 3



Chapter 3

Again, Laryssa is uncommunicative at the breakfast table. Is it tiredness? Or is she just not a 'morning person'? But, just as happened yesterday, when it is time for Mrs Collins to arrive, Laryssa gives me a big, big hug and tells me that she can't wait for school to finish so that she can be with me. My day is spent tidying the house, walking the dog, and shopping for and preparing our evening meal. When I am straightening Laryssa's bedroom I pick up her pyjama bottoms and deeply inhale her heady female scent. Then, with trembling fingers I fold the garment neatly away, only just resisting the urge to wrap the cloth around my cock and masturbate into it. 

As the time for Laryssa to arrive home draws near I am like a cat on hot bricks. And when she finally bursts in at a run and jumps up into my arms to greet me I am simultaneously filled with joy and filled with dread that tonight I may be tempted beyond my ability to resist. For some incredible, unfathomable reason, this fresh almost-woman and I have developed a mutual, powerful sexual attraction. I know why I have begun such feelings for her; it is her youth and freshness, and innocence mixed with intriguing awareness. And then there is her physical beauty. But, what does Laryssa see in me? To most adults I am just late middle aged, but to her eyes, I must seem incredibly ancient!

We have our meal early. My daughter Fran has established a routine that I am told not to break. She knows that left to my own devices we would not eat until nearly 8.00pm. It is an almost surreal time; a mixture of youthful conversation about school friends and events and intimate adult interaction, gazing deeply into each other's eyes and offering choice titbits from our plates. Normally, I would have a glass of beer or wine with my food, but tonight I stay utterly sober. After we have eaten, I send Laryssa off to her room to do her homework while I clear the dinner things away. At first she is a bit mumpy, but then realises that we have to do the right thing to please her mother, and her school.

I am sat on the sofa idly watching TV when Laryssa rejoins me. I have no interest in the programme. Nothing at all could distract my interest from her! She is not wearing her glasses and her violet eyes have a huge, unfocussed look to them. She climbs over the back of the sofa and then into my lap, leaning her back against my chest and with her legs spread each side of my thighs. My breath catches in my throat. All she has on is a pale blue sleeveless vest with white lace trim, with no bra underneath, and a matching pair of panties.

"What are you watching, Grandpa?" she asks me, wriggling her luscious little bottom against my rapidly growing erection.

I reach for the remote control and hit the 'Off' button. "Nothing important, Pumpkin, especially now you're here," I answer, nuzzling a kiss into the crook of her neck. Laryssa smells very exotic. I think she has stolen some of her mother's perfume! For an instant I think to ask her why she is dressed, or rather undressed this way, but then remember that it's not a great idea to ask any female about such things, especially a grown 18-year-old like her! Instead, I take a deep breath and admire the slender, entrancing body laid out so invitingly in my lap. My eyes are drawn irresistibly to the protruding mounds of her titties. The vest is quite tight and it shows off her distended nipples to perfection. My eyes feast on her chest then swoop down to the fork of her spread thighs where the fabric of her panties so delightfully outlines the plump, pouting curves of her mound and vaginal crease. My cock reaches full hardness beneath her. Surely Laryssa must be able to feel it?

My Granddaughter takes hold of both of my hands and places them on her midriff. She holds them there for a few moments...to make sure I don't remove them? And then she takes her own hands away. As she does so, she writhes her ass-crack against my hard shaft again. Yes, she can feel it all right! 

"Have you got that funny feeling in your tummy again?" I whisper hoarsely.

Laryssa nods her head and murmurs faintly, "Yes, but it feels sharper tonight...I like it though..."

Thus encouraged I slip the fingers of both my hands beneath the edge of her vest and caress slowly up Laryssa's chest until I find swelling curves and nipples that harden instantly at my touch. I gently tweak stroke her lovely teats and feel them swell even more. Laryssa is breathing hard. Her eyes are closed. Her tip of her tongue protrudes slightly between her lips. She is making minute fucking motions with her pelvis, rubbing her ass-crack on my cock.

I whisper in her ear, "Naughty Grandpa wants to touch your cunt...is that ok?"

She doesn't answer me, so I take her lack of response as a 'yes'"

My fingers trail down Laryssa's warm body again. When I reach the top edge of her panties her hands appear and push them down for me at the front. Her plump mound is revealed, with its crown of soft, fine crinkled hairs leading the way to the inviting cleft at its centre. I slip one index finger each side below the fabric into the warm joins between inner thighs and swelling pubis. Her hand appears in between mine. Her fingers delve into her slit. I join her with the fingers of one hand while I hold her legs apart with the other. 

Together, we plunder her slippery wetness. Laryssa slides a slim index finger into her hole while I find and caress gently her little clit. She moans under her breath and shakes like a leaf, clenching her buttocks rhythmically on my stiff shaft. If we keep this up much longer, she will cum soon...I will cum soon!

We are both poised on the brink with nerves screaming in anticipation of release. Laryssa is holding her breath and realise that I am doing exactly the same. The anguished silence stretches almost to breaking point.

Suddenly, Laryssa laughs and says, 'Look at Boney, Grandpa, doesn't he look silly?"

Startled out of my lustful reverie, I stare at the dog. The fucking animal is sat on the floor on its haunches in front of us, his tongue lolling out of the corner of his mouth and his tail wagging like crazy! Aghast at the thought that the little shit might try to join in, I hurriedly shift the protesting Laryssa out of my lap and pick Boney up. He wriggles and snarls, and tries to bite me as I carry him to the French doors to throw him out into the garden to cool off. As I am shutting the door, he spins quickly and tries to dive back inside, but I catch him with my foot under his belly and 'kick' him to the far side of the patio.

Laryssa still has her hand in her panties when I turn back to her. Her face is very flushed. "Grandpa...do you like playing at doggies?"

My heart starts crashing harder in my chest. I know very well what Laryssa means, but I have to go along with the charade, "What's that, honey?"

"Like this..." She gets off the sofa and onto the floor on her hands and knees, 'wagging her tail' in my direction.

I drop to my knees beside her. My legs are trembling so violently; I shall fall over anyway! I wait close to her flank. My unspoken 'what now' lets Laryssa know that she is in charge. It is up to her to let me know how far she wants this thing to go.

She pushes her shoulder against mine and asks, "Truly, haven't you ever played doggies like this before?"

I answered her truthfully, "No, not ever...have you?"

"Only with Sophie, and our friend Corinne."

If it is at all possible, my cock surges to an additional level of hardness at the thought of the three young women and what they got up to. "How do you play?" I ask her breathlessly.

"Well, first of all, we pretend we're just meeting in the street...you've seen how dogs do that haven't you?"

Jeepers! They smell at each other's private parts!

"But, we've got a problem, Grandpa..."

"What's that?"

"I've never seen a doggie with trousers on before."

I don't need any further prompting. With trembling fingers I undo the clasp at my waist and lower my zip. I push my chinos down and kick them off. My cock sticks out below me like a thick iron bar, still inside my boxers.

Laryssa smiles at me brilliantly, "That's a lot better!" Then she bangs her hip against mine.

Time to start the game!

I move around in front of my granddaughter so that we are nose to nose. If I had a tail, it would be wagging furiously now! Boney is throwing himself against the glass door in a frenzy to get back indoors!

We circle each other. Every time I get near to Laryssa's snatch she shies just like a real bitch on heat would. Then she stops still and, shaking with anticipation allows me to approach her. Her panties are soaking wet and almost transparent. As I move in to scent her, I feel her duck her head below my belly to sniff at my crotch. I know that the front of my boxers is stained wet with my flowing pre-cum and she will be able to smell it.

The instant I get up close and the tip of my nose touches her engorged pussy lips though her panties, Laryssa skitters away across the room and kneels face on to me. She is panting, flush-faced, and the nipples on her deliciously dangling breasts point hard through the material of her vest.

I clear my throat and suggest to her; "I've never seen dogs with underwear on before have you?"

She hisses, "Oooooh! That's so wicked Grandpa! And that's just what Sophie said just before she pulled my panties down the first time!"

A kaleidoscope of visions of their lush teenage bodies spins in my mind as I half-listen to my granddaughter saying, "And then she pulled Corinne's down as well. And then Corinne and I pinned Sophie down and stripped all her clothes off."

Laryssa crawls across the carpet to me and nuzzles her lips against my ear, "After that Corinne and I took our tops and bras off as well. Would you like to know what Sophie did next, Grandpa?"

I am so sexually excited, I can only just get the "Yes!" out.

"Well, she got in behind me and smelled at my bare kitty...and then she licked it! Oooooh! It felt soooo groovy! I 'wagged my tail' and stuck my bottom high in the air and she licked my kitty again, this time for much longer. Corinne really freaked out, but I felt like I was melting inside!

"Then she got up on my back like Boney tried to do with Mommy one day and she pushed her kitty against my bottom while she held me by the waist...here, like this..."

Before I can stop her, Laryssa scuttles around behind me and mounts me from the rear, thrusting her pelvis rapidly against my backside. She has nothing to penetrate me with; nevertheless, my teenage granddaughter is 'fucking' me!

"Is that nice Grandpa?" she pants.

It is the most incredibly weird sensation in the world. Is it nice? Deep down, I am not sure. Is it erotic? You bet it is!

Laryssa gets off me and nuzzles up beside me again. She has a wild, excited gleam in her eyes.

"We play doggies all the time with no clothes on. Corinne found out she likes her kitty being licked after Sophie held her while I did it to her. Sophie loves it, of course. Now we take turns at being the girl dog. And, because we don't have willies, when we get on top we use our fingers instead.

"At the slumber party the other night, we sneaked to Sophie's room when all the others were asleep in the lounge. Afterwards, Sophie was wondering what it would be like if we had a real 'doggie' there..."

Laryssa winds up close to me seductively with a faint smile on her lips; "I almost told her that I've got a great big, hairy, softy one at home, but I changed my mind."

Lust pours through me. My heart pounds in my chest. I nuzzle my cheek to hers and murmur gruffly in her ear, "There is one part of me that certainly isn't soft!"

"Oooooooh! What's that, Grandpa?" Laryssa asks. But in reality, she knows, because she is trying to peer down under my belly at my crotch. "Show me, Grandpa, I want to see!"

For a second, guilt pricks my conscience. But only for a second! I undo my boxers and push them down. 

"Ooooh! Grandpa! You're a big, big doggie!" She rubs her hip against mine, "Please take my panties down too!"

I quickly strip off my shirt and tee-shirt while I move in behind Laryssa's raised ass. I tower over her like a colossus! I lean over and lick the back of her neck at the same time as I push her vest up to expose her lovely pink-tipped cones. She lets me take the garment right off her.

I kiss all the way down her spine and slide my tongue into the cleft of her cheeks as I push her panties down. She goes rigid and gasps with shock when I wriggle the tip of my tongue against the earthy tightness of her cute butt hole. Then, when I find her plump lower lips and start to explore their sloppy wetness, Laryssa arches her back and groans her pleasure.

Laryssa's legs shake and she takes in hoarse, panting draughts of air. She is on the verge of cumming, but I am not ready to let her do that yet. When I cease my attentions to her pussy, she moans with despair. I lean over her and gently bite the back of her neck.

"What does your tummy feel like now?" I ask her.

"It's on fire!"

I push my pelvis forward. The head of my cock presses into the warm fork of her thighs!

"Naughty, naughty doggie!" she murmurs hotly and pushes back against me. "Are you going to be really, really naughty now, Grandpa?"

I find the entrance to Laryssa's velvet tunnel with a fingertip. She is very tight, but more than ready! With my free hand, I guide my great, pre-cum slimy crown to her enticing slit. I remove my finger from her hole and rub my cock-head up and down between her virgin folds. Laryssa gives out a deep, throaty moan of delight.

I find her opening and push into it. Laryssa giggles and tries to shy away. I growl deeply as a male dog would and grasp the whole back of her neck firmly in my jaws. She stills, trembling with anxiety and anticipation. I find her again and press in. 

I am so huge relative to her tight aperture it seems impossible that I will be able to force my way inside. I push carefully and withdraw. Laryssa spreads her legs wider to make my task easier. I push again. Slowly, inexorably, the bulging mushroom begins its invasion, millimetre by millimetre, stretching her virgin sex to the absolute limit with its awesome presence. 

Laryssa lets out a sharp cry of pain and the whole head of my cock disappears inside. I have split her hymen! My granddaughter is no longer intact.

Holding my cock steady inside her, I lower my face to hers and kiss the salt tears from Laryssa's eyelashes. "I'm sorry Sweetheart. Did I really hurt you?"

"It was wicked at first, but now it's not nearly as painful."

I stay with her, kissing her eyes, her cheek, her shoulders, her neck. And murmur endearments and encouragement as I move cautiously deeper and deeper into her hot, snug depths until I can penetrate no further. A third of my cock is still uncovered.

And then I kneel upright. I grasp Laryssa's hips in my hands and take her body resolutely, but carefully so as not to hurt her. I plunge steadily in and out. Virginal blood stains my rampant shaft. Laryssa arches her back again and thrusts back to meet my every move. She makes grunting animalistic noises. Her breasts swing back and forth beneath her. Her eyes are closed. Her breath rasps in her throat. A string of drool drips from her wide-gaping mouth. We fuck for five, seven, ten minutes.

Laryssa does not cum, but eventually I do. My body empties great gobs of sperm into hers. And she accepts it, moaning and gasping, and trembling from the overwhelming sensations of coitus.

We collapse to the floor together with me half on top of her. My cock is still buried in her channel. I kiss Laryssa lovingly and stroke her exquisite form until my shaft slowly softens and slips out. A blood tinged stream trickles from between her red, swollen, pussy lips and stains the carpet. Still muttering endearments, I find a wad of tissues in my chinos pocket and clean the messy residues of sexual intercourse from her. I shall have to deal with the carpet some other time.

Laryssa wriggles and turns so that she is laid on her back. Her eyes are shining like beacons. She reaches up and tweaks my nose, "Grandpa is a very naughty boy indeed!" she says playfully.

I stick out my tongue and lick the tip of her nose, "And so are you, you lovely little baggage!"

She pulls me down to her and gives me a big hug, then squeaks "Got to go to the toilet!" Pulling her panties up, she scrambles to her feet in a flash and runs from the room holding her crotch.

Remorse sets in as I dress myself while Laryssa is out of the room. But it's too late now. I have fucked my granddaughter and taken her virginity. I am the lowest of the low! But my mood lifts again when, smiling radiantly, she returns to the lounge and walks up to me to throw her arms around my waist and press up to my front.

"How're you doing?" I ask her, stroking her curls.

"I feel ok...but my cunt is very sore!"

"I'm sorry..."

"Silly Grandpa! I wanted to do it just as much as you did! It's our secret now, forever! I like being naughty with you!"

I pick her up in my arms and hug her to me. I find her surprisingly light for one her age, but then again, she might be making me feel stronger! "Sexy little minx! And I like being naughty with you too! But for now, we'd better get you to bed...it's getting late and there's school tomorrow!"

"Now I don't like you any more!" Laryssa wails soulfully. But she gives me a big kiss, smack on the lips just the same.

I carry Laryssa to her room as usual. When I turn to leave to let her undress, she says, "No, stay!"

This time she doesn't bother to hide herself away, stripping naked and then holding her arms out and pirouetting slowly to let me admire her totally.

"You are so beautiful!" I manage to gurgle. Good heavens! My cock is stirring in my pants again!

"Aren't you going to take your clothes off for bed, Grandpa?"

"Well..." 

I haven't stripped off in front of a female of her age in the last thirty years, but despite my discomfiture, my cock definitely hardens. I am blushing, even at my advanced years! But, I do as she asks. Laryssa looks my naked body up and down gravely, especially my steadily thickening shaft and my hairy balls. "I think you are beautiful too..." she murmurs. Then she indicates my manhood; "Can I touch it?"

Dumbly, I nod my assent. 

Tentative fingers clasp my flesh. Even such minor stimulation causes my shaft to stiffen rapidly until once more I have a full-blown erection. Laryssa's eyes are like saucers. "Wow!" she breathes, "Did you put all that inside me?"

"Not all of it," I manage to gasp. I want her again, badly. 

'How much then?"

I show her how much of my length had taken her.

"Wow!" she said again. "But that's still a lot! And it's so fat too. No wonder I'm so sore!"

"Are you really sore...I mean is it really painful?"

"A bit, but it's wearing off already...see?"

Laryssa pushes a leg to one side. Her sex looks slightly less inflamed for sure. My cock jerks in her fingers, making her start with surprise.

"I can't see properly" I tell her. "Lay down on your bed and open your legs wide."

Obediently, she lies down and spreads her legs. I bend over and look at her pussy lips closely. They are puffy and look slightly bruised, but that is normal for what I have put her through. And she isn't bleeding at all.

Laryssa has reached out and taken hold of my cock again, "Do you want to put your willie in my cunt again?" she asks me, "it'll hurt, but I don't mind if you really want to."

I smile and shake my head, "No, Sweetheart, but if you'll let me, I'd like to kiss your cunt better."

She says gravely, "That would be very nice! Are you going to lick my bottom again as well?"

"You didn't like me doing that did you?"




Naughty Grandpa Ch. 3



"I did, but isn't it nasty?"

I smile again and kiss her lightly on the lips, "Not at all, Lovely One. There is absolutely nothing nasty about you down there. People do it to each other all the time. It is natural...especially when someone loves you as much as I do."

"Oh...ok...if you say so..."

"I do, Sweetheart, I do..."

I lick her bottom again, but I concentrate on her gorgeously juicy sex. The teenaged Laryssa doesn't taste like the mature women in their forties I am used to, nor does she smell quite the same. But when she cums she is all the women I have ever known; sobbing with joy at the experience and then giving her trembling, writhing body completely over to ecstasy.

Afterwards, with shining eyes, she hugs me to her. "Oooooh, Grandpa! That was so awesome! I've made myself cum before, and with Sophie and Corinne, but I never knew it could feel like that."

I continue with the soothing strokes I had been using to calm her down. "You have no idea how pleased I am that you let me teach you that. It was awesome for me as well!"

Eventually, when I can tell that Laryssa is falling asleep in my arms, I get up gently from her bed and make to leave. As I reach her doorway she murmurs sleepily, "Grandpa, I love you."

"I love you too, Sugar."

"Grandpa, come back here a minute?"

I go up to the side of her bed. To my utter delight, Laryssa raises up and plants a quick, soft kiss on the shrunken head of my now almost flaccid cock. "And I love your big beautiful willie too."



Naughty Grandpa Ch.4



Jim Westermann is at the house when Laryssa comes home from school the next afternoon. Jim was my Production Manager at the electronics plant, and a very good one at that, but HP paid him off shortly after they took over and put one of their own people in. He was a bit pissed with them at the time; nevertheless, he still got a good enough severance package to see him though a comfortable retirement. His wife, Lorraine, runs her own import agency for high class French and Italian glassware, so there is a good income there as well. Jim now helps her out with office stuff that she gets bored with having to do. In fact, Lorraine being away on a buying trip to Europe is the reason that he came to call. He is feeling kind of lonely and wanting me to catch the hockey game with him tomorrow night, and then hit the town. I have just finished telling him why I can’t make it when Laryssa piles through the door in a rosy-cheeked rush of flying tresses and swirling skirts, and gives me a big buss on the lips. It’s Friday and there is no more school for two whole days!

I introduce them to each other and then Laryssa heads off to her room to get out of the hated school uniform. Jim’s eyes are riveted on her until she leaves the room.

“Jesus Christ, Harry!” he breathes. “That girl is simply gorgeous! No wonder you don’t want to go out tomorrow night. How you keep your hands to yourself I shall never know!”

“It’s a tough dirty job, Jim, but somebody’s got to do it.”

We laugh together, two like-minded, middle-aged codgers enjoying a moment of lecherous bonhomie.

We talk in a desultory fashion about my commitments over the next week until Jim sighs and slides off the breakfast bar stool he has been perched on, “Ahhh, well. I suppose I’d better head off and leave you two to it…”

Just then, Laryssa bounces back into the room, stopping Jim in his tracks. Hell! Barefoot and dressed in a tiny scrap of a mini-skirt, one that I have never seen before, and a vee-neck crop top that shows off her pert little boobs and smooth rounded belly to perfection, Laryssa would give the Pope himself a hard-on! Ravenous for food, like all teenagers, she sets about preparing herself a sandwich and a glass of milk. And I swear the little tart is wiggling her tush and putting on a show for Jim’s benefit!

Jim sinks back down on the stool again with a barely suppressed groan. His eyes devour her. He is salivating! In his mind, he can taste every nuance of Laryssa’s nubile body! My granddaughter fixes him with a bold, wide-violet-eyed stare. And when a dribble of mayo drops from the sandwich onto her chest and slides slowly down into her cleavage, Jim grips the edge of the counter with white-knuckled fists to stop himself from leaping over to lick it off her!

I tap Jim on the shoulder to break the spell. The bulge in his pants is impressive. Laryssa is on heat and he shows it! Naughty Grandpa is in an equally tumescent state, but that has been his normal condition for the last few days whenever Laryssa is around. With my arm around his shoulders, I lead Jim slowly to the front door. The poor bastard is literally shaking with lust! I gently suggest to him that he should perhaps pay a visit to Caesar’s Palace, the high-class cathouse we have both frequented before, and get his ashes hauled. Nodding dumbly, Jim takes his leave, but not without one final glance back to Laryssa. She gives him a little wave and a bright smile, drawing another agonised groan from him.

I take my customary place on the sofa and within seconds, my granddaughter plonks herself in my lap, half-eaten sandwich, and glass of milk and all. Smooth open highs and a tantalising glimpse of white panties set Naughty Grandpa’s eager fingers itching to explore, but I am slowed down by a, “Hold that for me please, Grandpa, “ followed by the depositing of a large glass of cold milk in my unwilling hand. Laryssa has taken the top inch out of the glass and has a dusting of tiny white droplets adhered to the downy hairs on her upper lip. She looks divine, and utterly desirable!

“That was a pretty mean thing you did to poor old Jim!” I chide her gently.

“What was that?” Laryssa asks, but before I can answer, she pushes the last morsel of her sandwich between my lips.

I swallow the bread manfully, then resume, “Dressing like this and showing yourself off like a lap dancer! Poor old so-and-so was almost having a heart attack!”

“He looked very funny with his eyes bulging like that! I thought they were going to pop right out of his head. And he was dribbling!”

Laryssa takes the glass from me and starts to gulp the milk down like there is no tomorrow. I let my fingers fall onto her inner thigh up near her panties, completely forgetting how cold they must be by now. Laryssa squeaks and jumps, and spilling milk on her chin, which drips onto her chest to join the glistening trail of mayo.

“Now look what you’ve done!” she laughs. “What’s Naughty Grandpa going to do about it?”

I reach for a handkerchief in my pocket.

“”Noooo!” she reproaches me. “That milk was very cold. You have to use something warmer than a handkerchief to clean it up!”

Needing no more encouragement, I bend forward and softly lick away her milk ‘moustache’. Laryssa’s tongue emerges from between her lips and tangles with mine. I lick up the milk from her chin. Laryssa licks the side of my face. I lower my face to lap up the residues from her chest and Laryssa strokes my hair. She wrenches the edge of her crop-top and her bra aside and I follow the milky-mayo trail around the swelling curves to where the elasticated understrap of her bra has stopped the liquids from proceeding any further. Laryssa pulls her top completely to one side, exposing her already engorged nipple. I take it between my impatient lips and lave the burgeoning teat with my tongue. At the same time, my fingers push aside the damp material between her legs and find her slippery wetness.

I feast on my granddaughter’s breast and toy with her juiciness. She spreads her legs wide and gives me her body. Tongue and fingers together arouse her to a gasping, moaning peak. Laryssa drops the glass onto the carpet from her nerveless fingers and cums with a piercing cry when I spread the satin walls of her cavern with two fingers. Hopefully, there is little milk left in the glass, but without a doubt, there will be another stain for Grandpa to clean up. I lead her onwards and upwards to ever-higher levels of shuddering, whimpering intensity until she can endure no more pleasure and collapses; pressing her sweat-streaked face into my chest.

After several minutes, Laryssa emerges and thanks me with a warm, soft kiss on the lips for a ‘truly enormous orgasm’. Then she asks me about Jim, who he is and how I know him, saying, “He was cool...for an older guy…”

“Hey, come on!” I protest, “Jim is younger than I am!”

“But you look and act younger,” she tells me sweetly.

So I give my granddaughter a very brief history, and before I know it, I am saying, “He is pretty lonely with his wife being overseas for a couple of weeks. It’d be nice if we could delay our meal for a short while tonight and as him to join us, there’s plenty to go around.”

Laryssa climbs out of my lap. I have a big damp patch on my pants from her wetness, and another, smaller one from my leaking pre-cum. “Why don’t you call him, Grandpa? I don’t mind.” Then she giggles, “But you’ll have to put some clean pants on!”

I call Jim on his mobile number. He is in his car and answers straight away.

“Have you got to Caesar’s yet?”

“No, I decided not to bother. I’m almost at home.”

“Well, turn around and get your ass back here. Laryssa and I would like you to come to dinner.”

I can almost hear the screeching tires of Jim doing a U-turn as he replies sharply, “I’m on my way!”

“He’s coming,” I tell my granddaughter, spinning her around and bending her over to get a view of her delightful rear end. “And you had better go and put a clean skirt on…and clean panties…you smell delicious, but we can’t go upsetting Jim.”

Laryssa wiggles her bottom up closer to my face. I could eat her there and then, but instead, I give her a gentle smack on the left ass cheek and say, “No time for that, young baggage! Go and get changed…and put on something a lot less enticing as well!”

“Oooooer! You’re no fun!” she moans in mock frustration.

I reach swiftly and kiss the soaking gusset between her legs, “Now you know that ain’t strictly true!”

She stays still for a moment, savouring the feel of my wriggling tongue. “All right then!” she grins back to me cheekily, “But you’ll have to prove it later!” Then she is gone.

I mop up the spilt milk, thankfully there is hardly any stain on the carpet, and head off to get changed. Jim arrives while I am in my room and Laryssa lets him in. They are sitting, talking in opposite armchairs when I enter the lounge. Laryssa, with her feet tucked up under her, has put on an ankle length skirt, but she is still wearing the crop-top. Although, judging by the prominence of her nipples, she has taken off her bra. I wonder to myself if she has done anything about her knickers.

The meal is nice. Jim and I share a bottle of Chardonnay and Laryssa has a glass as well. When the food is finished, I tell my granddaughter to take Jim into the lounge and entertain him while I clear the table and stack the dishwasher. It is at one point when I am not making very much noise that I overhear Jim asking her to show him the rest of the house and then his voice drops when he says something else to her and my straining ears only pick out the words ‘show you.’ I watch them covertly from behind the door of a half-open cupboard as they walk past the kitchen doorway. Jim has his hand resting on Laryssa’s lower back, just above the swell of her buttocks.

‘I am going to have to keep my eye on you, my friend,’ I think to myself. I move up close to the kitchen doorway so that I can listen in on what is going on.

“This is where Grandpa sleeps” I hear Laryssa saying, “…the guest bathroom is in here, you may want to use it later…and this is Mom and Daddy’s room…they have an en suite…Daddy’s study is though there…and this is my room.”

I hear Jim murmur something to her on a low voice. Laryssa laughs and says, “Nooo…!”

Jim says something again. His voice is so soft I cannot make it out, but I catch Laryssa’s answer, “I suppose he won’t mind. Daddy only has his computer on there and a lot of stuffy old books.”

Jim has asked her to show him inside Rob’s study. I wait for a few moments then creep along the passageway and position myself close to the partially open door. 

I hear the sound of a zipper and the rustle of clothing, and then Jim’s low voice, “Have you ever seen anything like this?”

“We have drawings in our health education books at school...but not stiff like that.”

“Have you ever seen a real one before? What about your boyfriend?”

Laryssa does not have a boyfriend. Her parents let her mix with boys in safe groups, but as yet she is not yet allowed to go out alone with one.

My granddaughter chuckles ingenuously, “Now that would be telling!”

“Here, give me your hand…that’s it. Does it feel nice? Have you held one like this before?”

“Ooooo! Uncle Jim! Grandpa would be very angry if he knew we were doing this!”

Why has Laryssa suddenly started to call him ‘Uncle Jim’? Perhaps Jim asked her to?

“We won’t have to tell him then, will we? Do you like it?”

“Yeeees…”

“Here, put your fingers right round and move your hand up and down like this…ohhh, yes! That’s nice! That’s it! Right up near under the head! Oh boy, Laryssa your hand is so soft and beautiful!”

I know exactly what he means! 

My cock is like a rock. I cannot get it out because they will hear my zipper going down, so I have to knead my shaft though my pants.

There is almost silence for the next two minutes or so that is only broken by the quiet rhythmical sound of movements and Jim’s heavy breathing. Laryssa asks him something that I can’t catch in a very soft voice. But I hear Jim’s answer, “It’s called pre-cum, honey…it’s a special lubrication that means I am getting very excited…”

No voices again. Only the sound of Laryssa’s hand’s movements, now at a speedier tempo and Jim’s breathing getting heavier and faster. Suddenly he groans and says sharply, “Laryssa! Quick! Use your other hand…catch it! Aaaah, you missed that bit! Uuuugh! Aaaaah! Oh yes! That’s it keep squeezing and rubbing just there! Uuuuugh! Oh yes, baby! Yes!”

There is a soft thud and the wall between us shakes a little as Jim falls back against it. Ahhhh! That’s it, honey! Squeeze out very drop! Don’t stop! Mmmmmm, that is gooood!”

A short while later, I hear him telling Laryssa to clean her hand ‘on this handkerchief’.

Jim asks her, “Did you like doing that?”

I can’t quite make out what Laryssa says in reply. There sounds to be a little struggle. Then Jim asks her, “Why won’t you let me kiss you?”

“I don’t want to.”

“Okay, let me give you a hug then.”

Silence again. And then Jim’s voice: “Do you like me doing this? Is it nice.”

An incomprehensible response from Laryssa, muffled as if her face is pressed close to his chest.

“Your skin down here is so soft and smooth! Is it ok if I put my hand around the front?”

There is another muffled answer from my granddaughter. 

It sounds as if Jim has his hand in Laryssa’s pants! It is time for me to stop this! I move quietly back to the end of the passage and then make my way back towards them, calling out as if I do not know where they are.

“In Daddy’s study!” Laryssa shouts.

They are both flush-faced and guilty looking. Jim is pretending to be reading one of Rob’s books, but the damned thing is upside down in his hands. He also has a small cum stain on the front of his pants. The close, airless atmosphere in the room reeks of female sex with the underlying yeast odour of male cum. I pretend not to notice it and suggest that they rejoin me in the lounge.

I put on some quiet music and Jim and I chew the fat while my granddaughter makes us some coffee. I notice him surreptitiously sniffing at the fingertips of his left hand from time to time; he was obviously feeling-up Laryssa’s pussy when I disturbed them. My granddaughter does not join us. Instead, she wishes Jim goodnight and heads off to bed. He soon gets bored with just my company and makes his excuses to leave. 

When he is gone, I stride purposefully to Laryssa’s room. She is sitting up on the bed waiting for me. She is wearing that micro mini-skirt again, but it is tucked modestly between her legs.

I sit on the end of the mattress. “Well?” I ask.

“I stroked Uncle Jim’s willie and made him cum. Then I caught his jism in my hand.”

Her candid answer takes me aback.

“Then Uncle Jim stroked my bottom down inside my skirt. And when he found that I wasn’t wearing any panties, he asked if he could touch my kitty, I told him that he could.”

She did it deliberately, but I still ask, “No panties?”

“Well, you said I should take off the ones I had on…!”

“I meant that you should put some clean ones on! Why let him touch you?”

“Because I wanted him to…his hand felt nice on my bottom…”

“I still don’t understand.”

“You said he was lonely…and he was making me feel good inside…I like him.”

“So, I’m not enough for you?”

“I never said that…”

“One old man isn’t enough for a hot young teenager…right?”

“Your words...not mine…”

“But it’s true?”

“Oh, silly Grandpa! Come and sit closer…”

Old fool that I am; I cannot resist. Laryssa has me wrapped around her little finger. I move halfway up the bed.

“Close your eyes and touch me.”

My hand immediately encounters her bare leg, just above her knee.

“Inside my leg, Grandpa…that’s it…now higher… Oooooh that feels lovely!”

It does indeed feel lovely. The inner flesh of my granddaughter’s thigh is far smoother than satin…far smoother than the finest silk. I have to open my eyes and look at her!

Laryssa takes hold of my hand and leads my fingers to the slippery gash at the apex of her thighs. She has panties on now, but has pulled them to one side with her other hand. “Aaaaaagh!” she moans, sliding my fingers up and down in her plump-lipped wetness. “You feel sooooo nice!”

I am not totally convinced. “As nice as ‘Uncle’ Jim?” I ask.

Laryssa bathes me in a violet glare. Grasping my palm, she twists my hand and pushes my long, thick middle finger into her hot tunnel. I feel her clamping her muscles around me as she holds me steady in her sheath.

“Can you feel my kitty saying ‘Hello’?” she asks.

“Yes…”

“Well, Uncle Jim will never feel that…no matter what, I wasn’t going to let him make me cum…but I did enjoy him touching me…and knowing that you were outside listening…”

Little Miss Bright-Spark has me ‘bang to rights’, so I do not try to deny anything.

“How did you know?”

“I had this very strong feeling.” Laryssa’s inner muscles grip my finger hard and stay clamped around me. “And then, when I went to make the coffee, I saw that the dishwasher was still only half stacked. So I knew for certain!”

With that revelation, Laryssa’s muscles release me.

“But, now that it’s interrogation time, Grandpa, you have been moving around very stiffly for the last couple of hours. Are you ok?”

“Oh sure, just a bit sore…”

“Sore? Have you hurt your back or something?”

I shake my head and nod towards my crotch. I have to admit to my granddaughter that I am suffering somewhat from a case of ‘Blue Balls’.

“What on earth is that? Is it catching?”

Her question makes me laugh. “Of course not, Sweetie! Blue Balls happens when a man has an erection for a long time without cumming. I don’t know exactly what causes it; something to do with the blood draining away very slowly from his sex organs I suspect. Anyway, his balls get quite sore and they go a blue-purple colour…

“And I have had a hard-on just about all the time since you appeared half naked this afternoon…”

“And your balls are blue now?”

“I expect so.”

“Can I see?”

“You know where they are!”

Laryssa clamps her sheath twice around my finger in a reluctant ‘goodbye’, then removes my finger from her love-box. She helps me lay back on the bed and then undoes my pants and pulls them and my boxers off me. She gently pulls my legs apart so that she can see me properly.

“Ooooooh, they are a kind of blue colour, Grandpa.” I can feel her breath on my cock, which is still in the midst of a full-blown erection. “They don’t look swollen or anything. But your willie does! You have a huge stiffie!”

“I lost it for a while after I made you and Jim finish ‘playing’. But I quickly got hard again being here with you.”

“Are your balls really, really sore?”

“They are a bit.”

“How do you get rid of Blue Balls?”

“They will go away after a while…quicker if I cum.”

“I could make you cum!”

“Yes, Sweetie, you certainly could!”

“I could go down…I know I would love the taste of your cum…”

My mind races. As far as I know, Laryssa has never sucked cock before. Did Jim get my granddaughter to go down on him without me knowing?

“That’s a lovely idea, but…”

“Ok then, why don’t you let me…?”

I finish for her, “Do what you did for Jim?”

“Aaaaaah…!”

I make Laryssa come up and lay beside me. I kiss her on the forehead, “Forget it, I’ll do something about it when I go to my room.”

“Masturbate…?”

I clear my throat, suddenly feeling embarrassed, “Hurrumph! Um, er, yes!”

Laryssa snuggles up to me and kisses my neck. She throws one leg across mine. The touch of her silky smooth thigh flesh sliding across my bare skin tests me to the limit. 

“Grandpa,” she wheedles, “Can I watch you masturbate?”

I find the idea exceedingly appealing! “Ok then, but you’ll have to help.”




Naughty Grandpa Ch.4



“How?”

“Tease me…and talk to me. I don’t you to strip right off…”

For me, the anticipation of seeing a woman’s nakedness is extremely erotic. Tempting glimpses of soft, secret curves make my cock harden and tingle. Promises of her sex daringly offered then shyly withdrawn set my heart pounding. Like this, a woman is infinitely more interesting and arousing than any ‘in-your-face’ nudity can make her.

My granddaughter displays herself to my admiring eyes and plays the coquette to absolute perfection. A swell of breast viewed from beneath her armpit! Swift peeks down the inviting valley of her cleavage! Bra-less nipples self-stimulated to stand out hard beneath her cotton crop-top! Flashes of smooth thigh almost but not quite to her panties! The flexing rounds of her bottom! The subtle planes and curves of her belly! The skirt and panties that become extreme hipsters that only just hide her venus mound!

Laryssa lies on her back and invites me to kneel astride her thighs. I run my hand over the full pendulous length of my shaft with one hand while I massage my balls with the other. I am utterly lost in the heat of the moment. My entire physical being is centred in my groin; my concentration is on her! Long, slimy strands of pre-cum drip from my bulging tip onto her unblemished belly-skin. She undulates her bare midriff languorously beneath me while she tells me how much she wants to nibble and suck on my willie. She tells me how good it felt sliding back and forth in her cunt when I took her cherry yesterday evening. She says how much she wants me to lick her nipples and kiss her navel on my way to eating her out. And how she wants us to make love again, again, and again before her parents get home.

Her pelvic thrusts become more urgent and more violent. Laryssa is literally talking herself into an orgasm! I feel an equivalent tide rising rapidly in my scrotum. She cums, pushing her skirt and panties down to mid-thigh and sobbing to me to shoot my sperm onto her stomach and pussy. The first jolts are dry painful pleasure and then my spurting flood begins to splatter her belly. I aim the pumping stream at the tightly closed fork of her thighs and sparse dark hairs crowning her fleshy mound. Laryssa’s desperate fingers join mine to milk every single drop of creamy jism from me.

My sperm forms a sticky, pearly-white puddle in the ‘Y’ shaped junction of her thighs and pubis. Laryssa dabbles her fingertips in it, rubbing it among her pubic hairs and down into her slit. She carries a morsel to her mouth and licks it voluptuously from her fingertips, holding my eyes in that slightly unfocussed stare she has when she is not wearing her glasses. 

“I love the taste of your cum, Grandpa. In the morning before we have breakfast, I am going to suck a load of it from you. I hope you have plenty left!”



Naughty Grandpa Ch. 5



Laryssa is bright and perky in the morning. Barefoot and dressed in a terry towel robe she clatters around in the kitchen making me coffee and chattering away nineteen-to-the dozen. I am beginning to think that she has forgotten her ‘threat’ from last night, when she suddenly stops what she is doing and comes around the counter to where I am sat on the same stool as Jim was yesterday afternoon. I am still wearing my ‘sleep shorts’, but otherwise I may as well be naked.

“Grandpa…”

Laryssa winds against me seductively and rubs her boobs against my arm. The robe parts slightly at her chest, showing me that she is wearing nothing underneath - on her top half, anyway. My half-dormant manhood starts surging to attention.

“Yes, Sweetheart…” 

“You know what I said last night? About…you know…?” 

“How could I ever forget…?”

“Well…”

“It’s ok, honey, you don’t have to follow through…we were both ‘flying high’ when you said it…”

“Oh! But I want to! The trouble is, I don’t know how…!”

I bring her around in front of me to stand in between my open thighs. I hold her close. The erection inside my shorts finds the in her robe gap below the tie and presses up against her belly. “Oh, my sweet darling! I didn’t consider that…I am sorry…”

She can feel my hard heat and nestles up to it. “Will you teach me, Grandpa…please?”

“Of course…”

“Tell me what to do first…”

She knows that she has to release my cock from its prison, but Laryssa is playing the total innocent, and thus doubling my excitement.

“You have to get my willie out of my shorts first, “ I murmur hotly in her ear.

Her fingers find the base of my shaft and grip me, “Just get it out? Or should I pull your shorts all the way down?”

“Whichever you want to do, Sweetheart…”

“I think we will take them right off…”

My little angel is in too much of a hurry to want to fool around with buttons!

In an instant, I am indeed naked. Laryssa takes hold of me with both hands and tucks me back under her robe. I catch a glimpse of her dark bush. She is completely nude under there. Rubbing me slowly from side to side over her soft belly, she asks, “What next, Grandpa?”

“If you don’t stop doing that, my lovely, there is only one ‘next’ that’ll happen!”

“Ooooooo! I’m sorry! We can’t have that can we!” Laryssa brings my shaft back into the open air. A tiny frown wrinkles her brow, “But your willie felt really lovely against my tummy…can we play doggies again later, Grandpa?”

The question nearly flips me out, causing my cock to leap in her fingers. “Oooooo! Good!” she murmurs with a delighted smile.

Sat on the stool, I am I few inches too high for Laryssa to reach me without straining her neck. The hard wooden kitchen floor will be tough on her knees as well. Therefore, somewhat shakily, I tell her that we should go into the lounge. She leads me there, holding on to my cock as if it is a leash. As soon as I am sat in ‘my’ armchair, Laryssa casts off the robe and drops to her knees at my feet, pushing my legs apart in the same movement. With a wicked smile, the teasing little minx rubs her gorgeous pert boobs all over my belly and, of course, my straining tool.

“Does this feel nice, Grandpa?”

“Too nice…!” I croak.

“Oh, I’d better stop then.” She kisses me, lightly flicking her tongue over my lips, “But before Mom and Daddy get home, Grandpa, I want rub your willie all over me like that and make you to cum on my breasts. Do we have a date?”

My granddaughter is nearly too much for me again, but I regain control and manage to tell her, “Y-Y-Yes!”

I have to stop Laryssa from teasing me any further. My balls feel so full they are liable to burst at any second. So, I gently take hold of the sides of her head in both hands and hold her still. She stares into my eyes seriously for a few moments, then nods her head fractionally. “I can find my own way, Grandpa, but you will have to tell me what to do when I get there.”

She licks my nipples, then kisses her way down my chest and over my belly. Holding me with her fingers, Laryssa studies my cock from all angles. I have been leaking pre-cum since she first snuggled up to me in the kitchen and its glistening trail streaks my crown and the length of my shaft. She bends her neck. For an instant I think she is going to take me in her mouth, but then the feather touch of her breath on my skin tell me that she is merely scenting me.

“Lick it…like a lollipop…” I beg her.

I feel her tongue flicker over the head, under the ridge and against my glans. “Like this?” she asks.

“Perfect…!”

She licks and kisses all the way down to my balls. She twirls the tip of her tongue in among my hairs then looks up to me with a smile. Your pre-cum gets everywhere, Grandpa, and it tastes quite salty.”

“You don’t like the taste then?”

“Ooooo, yes!”

Another droplet of pre-cum emerges from my ‘eye’, “There’s some more up here,” I tell her.

Laryssa picks it up delicately on the tip of her tongue and gives me another winning smile.

“Take me in your mouth!” I breathe.

“How far in?”

“As far as you want!” I moan.

“Do I suck you?”

“You can…some men liked to be sucked really hard, but I prefer it soft and gentle…and lick me with your tongue while you have me inside!”

Wet warmth encloses me and I gasp with pleasure. Laryssa’s wriggling tongue sends shooting sparks of electricity though my groin. She raises her head and surveys the spittle-glistening, bulging purple-red results of her handiwork. “It doesn’t really taste of anything!” she observes in a surprised tone. “Except when some of your pre-cum comes out…am I doing it right?

“Simply amazing, my darling, just amazing! If you want, you can run your fingers up and down me. And you can take me deep and run your lips back up to the head and so on. Do whatever comes into your mind, I will enjoy it all!”

I sit back and let Laryssa experiment, and I relish ever second! From time to time, I have to stop her for a few moments because I am too close to cumming. She likes that because there is lots more pre-cum to taste afterwards when I get her to resume. 

Laryssa undoes me totally when she starts to take me really deep then withdraws with her lips circled around my shaft and head until she is completely clear of me, before going back down again with a wide open mouth. She is just like a kid sucking the ice cream from a cone so that it stands up in a high point. It is when her lips begin their upward journey for the umpteenth time, that the first cum-shocks hit me.

“I’m going to cum! Move away!”

Laryssa shakes her head. Her tongue caressing across my glans destroys any faint hope that I will be able to stop my explosion. And when the pounding flood bursts from me, Laryssa does not swallow, allowing the excess to dribble from the corners of her lips and down the sides of her chin. I suddenly realise that she is gently cupping my balls in stilled concentration at the convulsions happening in the musty, sweaty area of my crotch just behind my nuts. Finally, she swallows what she has in her mouth and sucks gently on me again.

A second wave of shocks hits me, making me cry out. She looks up with startled eyes and asks if she has hurt me. I tell her, “No, my sweet, far from it. It feels so intensely good, it is almost too much to handle.”

With a happy little sigh, Laryssa lowers to me again, and works on me with her mouth until the final, faintest of spasms are gone and my manhood is rapidly shrinking. When she kneels upright to ask me, “Did I do ok? I loved the taste of your cum and the way it shot into my mouth!” 

I draw her too me and kiss her lips. Her breath smells of sperm and her mouth tastes of it too. “That was the best I have ever had,” I say and thank her with another kiss.

“Surely you have had others better at it than me…?”

“It was my best ever because it was you…”

“Thank you Grandpa!” Laryssa is brimming over with happiness.

I run my hands down the smooth planes of her back. I cup and gently fondle her exquisite buns. I slide my hand around to her tummy and slip underneath to investigate the wetness between her legs, and find that she is almost overflowing. I press my morning-stubble cheek to the petal softness of hers and whisper, “Shall we play doggies?”

“Now? So soon after…?”

“Right now!”

She giggles wickedly, “Well, the Naughty Old Doggie will have to catch me first!” And then she squirms out of my clasp and runs from the room.

What follows next is a laughing, shrieking, madcap tumble over every room in the house. My cock surges hard again, bouncing like a fleshy staff in front of me as I chase after her flying smooth limbs and curvaceous naked form. Panting with wild excitement, Laryssa lets me catch her, lets me take a breast in my mouth, lets me jiggle my tongue between the cheeks of her bottom, and lets me bury my nose and tongue in the spice flowing, juicy folds of her pussy. But, whenever I flip her over onto her hands and knees to mount her from the rear in the way she loves the little witch scrambles away from me and the hunt starts all over again.

At last, I corner her in her parents’ room, on their bed, up against the headboard. There is no escape now. Laryssa’s chest heaves as she gulps in huge draughts of air. Her eyes sparkle like sapphires. The flush on her cheeks extends down over the hillocks of her pert little breasts. She eyes my rock hard shaft as it waves just inches from her face. With her mouth open wide, she dives towards it. For an instant, I think she aims to take me in her mouth again, but then I realise that this is only a feint. Laryssa is trying to get away from me once more!

I allow her to get halfway past then grab her by the ankle. She falls onto her face and shrieks her disappointment, “No Grandpa! The game’s over!”

I cover her with my body, not pressing hard enough to crush her, but with enough force to pin her down. My cock nestles between the lovely globes of her ass and up her spine. “Are you sure?” I growl gruffly, rubbing my abdomen against her deliciously firm buns. 

“Yes, it’s finished…let me up please.”

I ease myself off my granddaughter’s back onto my hands and knees. Of course, I will not force her.

Laryssa gets to her hands and knees below me. I detect the smile and the lust in her voice at the same instant as I feel her fingers grasp my throbbing shaft and direct me into her hot, wet entrance to her channel, “Don’t fuck me Grandpa! Don’t shove your big hard willie up into little Laryssa’s tiny little kitty!”

I don’t get a chance to not shove my ‘big hard willie’ into her, because Laryssa impales herself and thrusts rhythmically back against me.

Laryssa carries one of my hands to her breasts, “No, no! Don’t hold and squeeze my little titties like that, Grandpa! It’s very naughty!”

I take hold of her soft little boobs in both hands and do what she ‘doesn’t want’ while I respond to her squirming thrusts with lunges of my own.

Laryssa gasps and moans beneath me, “Oh stop it, Grandpa! I don’t like you moving your willie in and out of my cunt like that!” Then after two or three minutes, I feel her fingers at the base of my shaft, pressing her pubis down on me so that my thrusts rub me against her clit, and I hear, “Nooooo! I’m not going to! No stop! No! Laryssa isn’t…isn’t going to…Cuuuuuuummmm!”

I join her howl of pleasure with a coughing cry of my own. Violent, climaxes wrack us both, binding us in a storm of ecstasy. When I finally come to my senses, I find that I have lifted Laryssa completely up off the counterpane, clasped by her breasts and speared on my still pounding shaft!

I lower up both gently to the bed, holding her ‘spooned’ to my pelvis, with my manhood still buried inside her. Faintly, I hear my granddaughter begging me to stay, “As long as you can…and if you can, Grandpa, do it again…!”

Laryssa orgasms again, but not tempestuously this time, before I soften completely and slip out of her. Then, with lustrous eyes, she turns over and wraps herself around me before dropping off into a gentle doze.

The old hag in the lingerie store can hardly contain her disapproval. ‘Just fancy, an old man like that buying such a pretty young thing underwear!’ And when Laryssa bounces out of the dressing room to show me the matching primrose bra and panties she is trying on, the old dear almost has the vapours. Also, in the background, I hear a muffled male exclamation of “Jesus Christ!” followed by a shrill female voice saying, “Arthur! Don’t stare like that!”

After my granddaughter’s eighth appearance in increasingly scanty and transparent scraps of silk and cotton, the assistant is red-faced and sweating. Whether it is with discomfort or desire, I dare not hazard a guess! There is a growing crowd of gaping males jostling for a view through the store window as well.

Laryssa thinks it all is a great joke. Her coup de grace is a stage whisper promising me ‘a real fashion show when we get home’.

I am mesmerised by her beauty. In all I buy her five sets of underwear, all of them her choice, all of them very plain, and all of them very expensive. Laryssa chooses no ‘sexy’ thongs and no ‘boosters’ to make her appear more than she really is. And, consequently, I love her even more for her honesty. As soon as we reach home, she displays herself to me in her new finery; modestly at first with eyes downcast, but then with increasing exuberance, showing me all of her youthful charms in the dance exercises I was too afraid to stay and watch at her class just a few days earlier.

Clad in the final, jet black bra and panty set, my granddaughter drops to her knees before me. She unleashes my rampant manhood and with both soft hands brings me to a wildly spurting release. Pearly white globules splatter the fine black cotton that covers her breasts before she ducks her head and draws the final droplets from my body. Then when I enquire, she laughs with delight and tells me not to worry; she always washes new clothes properly before wearing them for the first time.

In the afternoon, we take Boney for a long walk and then shop for our dinner. Just before six o’clock, Laryssa takes a shower and then sends me to do the same with the promise of ‘a nice surprise’ when I return.

And quite a surprise it is!



Naughty Grandpa Ch.6



“Go to your room and wait for me there!”

I turn to Jim, “So how come you’re here? And what the fuck do you think you’re doing with your hand up my granddaughter’s skirt?”

The second question is kind of stupid, but it has to be asked!

“Jesus Christ, Harry! When Laryssa called me, she told me that you wanted me to come for dinner again. And then when I got here I hardly got sat down when she was all over me like a rash! With that short skirt and those legs I couldn’t resist!”

“So, Laryssa called you? What time?”

“Very early…just after seven this morning…”

“Hmmmm…Ok, wait here.”

Laryssa is sat on her bed with her back against the headboard and her knees up under her chin, making no effort to hide the promise of youthful delights beneath her skirt. The strip of primrose cotton covering her sex is very clearly damp from where Jim has been touching her. But, if my granddaughter thinks she is going to get round me with sexual blandishments tonight, she is sorely mistaken!

“Jim tells me you called him this morning…why?”

“I wanted to surprise you...”

“Well, you have certainly managed to do that! But, why call him without asking me first? And how did you know what number to call anyway?”

“I thought you would be pleased…and I don’t know his number…I used the redial from when you called him last night…”

“And you thought I would be pleased to walk into the lounge to find him with his fingers up your cunt?”

“He didn’t have his fingers inside me! He was just touching me…anyway, it wasn’t my fault…he pulled me down to sit in his lap and put his hand straight up my skirt!”

Yes, that tiny skirt! She deliberately wore it to because she knew what Jim’s reaction would be!

“And you didn’t try to stop him…and the giggling I heard when I came into the room was because you weren’t enjoying what he was doing?”

Laryssa bites her lower lip and does not answer. 

She must be punished. I brush aside the absurd idea that worms into my mind, but it continues to lurk in the shadows.

Do I believe Jim? After all, Laryssa certainly seemed to be enjoying his ‘attentions’. But then again, after his performance last evening, he could have tried it on again. I suspect that both of them are being somewhat economical with the truth, but my feeling is that most of the blame lies with my granddaughter. After all, she asked him here.

The idea returns with renewed force. It is crazy! It is madness! Yet, the concept overwhelms me.

I hold out my hand and Laryssa gets to her feet to walk along her mattress to me. She has a relieved look on her face, thinking that I have forgiven her. Standing up there, she is head and shoulders taller than I am. She bends and kisses me with both her arms wrapped around my neck. Our tongues meet, coiling, inviting, and teasing each other. I slide a hand up into the smooth gap between her thighs. She whimpers with pleasure as I bypass her panties’ thin cotton defences and plunge two fingers into her luscious wet tunnel.

I break off our kiss, still finger-fucking her gently. For an instant, my resolve wavers, but then hardens again as the thought returns with renewed force. 

“Laryssa, my darling, you know that I love you very much, don’t you…?”

She thrusts her pelvis down over my hand, seeking to have my fingers deeper inside, “Yes Grandpa… Oooooo! What you’re doing is lovely!”

I push my hand up hard to meet her so that I feel the entrance to her innermost secrets with the tip of my long middle finger. I kiss my granddaughter again and she moans her rising pleasure into my mouth. 

I break away, “Well then, my darling, remember that I love you, no matter what happens…Grandpa is going to punish you. You started this evening acting like a whore, right?”

“Yes Grandpa...”

“Well, until I call a halt, for the rest of tonight you are going to be a whore. Do you understand?”

“Yes Grandpa...”

Laryssa’s inner muscles convulse around my fingers, making me wonder if this really will be a punishment for her. But she does not know about my idea. Not yet!

Slowly, and very reluctantly, I remove my fingers from their warm, tight dwelling. I hold Laryssa’s hand, helping her to keep her balance as she steps to the floor. Still holding her hand, I lead her from her bedroom back to the lounge to where ‘Uncle’ Jim is waiting. She is biting her lower lip again, because she saw me pick up the 30 centimetre long plastic rule from her desk before we left her room. 

Jim is sat hunched forward in his scratching Boney’s ears while the dog looks up at him adoringly from the floor. ‘Damned dog is even more of a whore than Laryssa is!’ I think sourly to myself. I tell Jim to put the dog out into the yard and my granddaughter to go and get one of the ladder back chairs from the dining room. In less than half a minute, the stage is set for the first part of Laryssa’s punishment.

I sit on the dining room chair and motion the girl to stand in front of me. “You know what is going to happen and why, don’t you?” 

Laryssa’s eyes are downcast. Her cheeks are flushed a rich pink. She looks very, very young and very contrite. She nods her head.

“Tell Jim then…”

“I have been acting like a whore and Grandpa is going to punish me…”

“And…?”

In an almost inaudible voice, Laryssa murmurs, “And tonight I am going to be a whore…”

Jim sucks in his breath sharply in anticipation of what that may mean.

I tell Laryssa to undo her skirt and let it drop to the floor. 

“Now the tee-shirt…”

“And the bra…”

Laryssa hesitates. She is embarrassed at Jim seeing her breasts in a situation like this.

“The bra, Laryssa! Remember that you are a whore!”

She reaches behind her and unsnaps the hooks at the back. With her eyes closed so that she does not have to see the hungry expression on Jim’s face, she lets the cups fall away from her breasts and down to the floor.

Laryssa’s young body is perfect! Jim stares bug-eyed as the already swollen nipples atop her pert little breasts harden to rubbery nubbins on contact with the cool evening air. His lust filled eyes drink in the slenderness of her waist, the flare of her hips and her smooth teenager’s belly. They linger longingly on the triangles of fine primrose coloured cotton that still hide her chubby pubic mound, her high, firm rounded buttocks and the warm, wonderfully juicy, sea-shell fragrant slash between her thighs. He stares at her shapely dancer’s legs and imagines them wrapped around his face while he tastes her musk, and later around his back as he thrusts his big hard prick into to her satin tunnel.

A dark patch of pre-cum spreads at the head of the stiff bulging shaft inside the front of Jim’s trousers.

I get to my feet and moving close to Laryssa, I lift one breast with the ruler. Startled, she opens her eyes and finds mine. It is just between my granddaughter and me. Jim, for the moment, has ceased to exist. Holding her with my gaze, I trail one plastic corner slowly down her belly. Goosebumps rise on her arms. Down further, over her panty-clad pubic mound and down the front of her left thigh to her knee. Laryssa is holding her breath. A pulse throbs at the base of her throat. Up the other leg, this time inside her thigh until the podgy bulge is reached once more. Slide it into the enticing gap at her fork and run the edge back and forth in her fabric-hidden slit. Laryssa sobs quietly at the silent tension. Her knees tremble.

“Take my pants down…” I order her softly. And when she drops to her knees in front of me to do my bidding, “My underpants as well.”

When I am naked from the waist down, I grasp Laryssa by her hair, not roughly, and draw her to the rock hard tumescence standing out from my groin. I hear Jim’s anguished groan as she opens her jaws wide and takes me in. I let her suck me and play on my cock with her tongue for a short while, then I tell her to, “Do the same for Uncle Jim…”

Still on her knees, Laryssa makes her way over the short distance to where Jim is stood. She throws a brief, imploring look back at me, but I tell her to “Go ahead! Remember, tonight you are a whore!”

The sight of my granddaughter unzipping, then dropping his pants and taking Jim’s red purple-veined cock in her mouth sends a deep thrill surging right through my body. Cum-spasms leap in my groin, but I do not ejaculate, and my cock stays rock-hard. I move right up beside them for a better view.

After two or three minutes of Laryssa’s close, liquid sounding oral attentions, Jim’s balls scrunch up in their sac in preparation for dumping his load. He grasps her head in both hands and starts to fuck her face, pushing his prick deeper into her mouth and seeking her throat. “That’s enough!” I growl sharply, cracking the plastic rule across his bare buttocks. It is more than enough to distract him!

Jim swears out loud with pain and annoyance when Laryssa wriggles away from him. His cock bobs and glistens, slick with her saliva. “Fucking hell, Harry! What are you playing at? I was almost…!”

“I know,” I interrupt, “but you will get your opportunity later.”

I motion to Laryssa towards the chair. Then, I sit and pull her down to drape herself across my thighs face down. My hard rod prods into her belly and her soft breasts crush deliciously against the top of my upper thigh. I run my hand down her spine and over her panty-clad bottom. I squeeze her buns in my palms, investigate the dampness of her cunny, and press my fingers into her slit and into her vaginal hole through her panties. I slip my hand inside the primrose cloth and caress her little butt-hole with my index fingertip. Laryssa gasps and shudders with pleasure, crushing her little belly against my throbbing shaft.

Jim looks on. He is slowly rubbing his cock in his fist. Pre-cum drips from his tip onto the carpet. He cannot see exactly where I am touching her, but he can imagine! I tell him to pull Laryssa’s panties down. He needs no second bidding. He reaches to put his hand between her legs, but I tell him to “Back off!”

I caress Laryssa’s naked ass and slide my fingertips down the deep cleft and then between her legs. My middle finger enters her tunnel easily and she begins to pant and writhe her belly against my cock. I bring her almost to the peak she is wordlessly begging for, then withdraw, making her moan with frustration. 

Jim looks as if he is about to go off pop. Although he is still stroking his cock, he is holding back from cumming in the hope that somehow, in some way, he will get to deposit his sperm inside my granddaughter’s slender teenage body.

My heart hammers like an out of control piston in my chest; I have never done this before. Swish! Crack! My first blow with the rule makes Laryssa shriek with surprise and pain. I am not hitting her very hard because I do not want to mark her. But the bendy plastic makes a satisfyingly ominous sound through the air and when it lands, it stings mightily without doing any permanent damage. I give her ten strokes. It is enough. This is a lesson, not sadism. 

When I finish, my granddaughter is shaking with heart-rending sobs. Her frantic wriggling and writhing while I spanked her made me cum all over her belly and it is dripping from us both onto the floor. I have not struck her in the same place twice and her lovely buttocks are an all over, deep, hot pink. Apart from its rosy hue, her bottom is otherwise unblemished. 

I stroke her ass cheeks again. They glow with added heat. I pull her legs apart. Her silky fine hairs cling to her pussy with her moisture and it streaks the insides of her thighs. I ask my granddaughter if she enjoyed her punishment and hear a faint “Yes, Grandpa,” between her sobs. I plunge two fingers into her snatch and her sheath convulses around them.

Jim drops to his knees behind her; his whole being is focussed on my fingers pumping slowly between Laryssa’s dark, swollen, blood suffused labia. 

“You want her don’t you?” I ask him.

Jim nods eagerly, licking his lips.

I take my fingers out of my granddaughter’s squishy tunnel, drawing another moan of frustration from her. I wave them back and forth beneath Jim’s nose. “Smells good, doesn’t she?” He nods his head vehemently. I push Laryssa’s legs further apart. “Want to smell her pussy close up?” I tease him. When he leans to push his face between her thighs, I cover her with my hand and tell him to be patient.

I push Laryssa’s legs even wider apart then spread her labia with my fingertips, showing Jim her pink inner wetness and slightly stretched open, brighter pink entrance. “You want to stick your big fat cock deep into this lovely, wet pink hole and fill her tight little cunt with your sperm…don’t you!”

The only response from Jim is an agonised groan.

“And how about you, Little Whore, do you want to feel Uncle Jim’s big cock in your kitty?”

“Yes, Grandpa!” she gurgles. Laryssa is now so hyped with lust; she is ready for anything…even! I glance towards the french doors. No! That would be too much! Laryssa would hate me forever!

“Well, come on then, Uncle Jim,” I tell my old buddy, “make all your dreams come true!”

He shuffles forward on his knees, eagerly lifting the purple, pre-cum-smeared head of his cock in his fingers and aiming it at her twitching little hole. I stop him in his tracks, pushing the end of the rule into his chest. “Now hold on for a moment, my friend! Where is your ‘overcoat’?”

Disappointment and frustration floods into his face, “I don’t have…”

I cover her pussy with my hand again, “No condom, no cunt…Jim, you know the rules…!”

“But you don’t…!” Laryssa wails, her hunger for release frustrated yet again.

“But I had the plumbing ‘fixed’ years ago…and I still do at Caesar’s! Sorry, we can’t take the risk!”

‘The Idea’ blossoms with renewed force in my mind.

I laugh and slap Laryssa on one tender ass cheek making her squeak. I shift her out of my lap and tell her to go and take a shower. “And no bringing yourself off! Then put on your school uniform and some clean underwear…white bra and panties, but not the ones I bought you today…go on…go!”

Nonplussed, the girl runs from the room to follow my instructions. Meanwhile, Jim remains on his knees with his dick stuck out like an iron bar in front of him, totally thunderstruck at this sudden, bizarre turn of events. He looks faintly ridiculous.



Naughty Grandpa Ch. 7



“Maman? Comment ca va? C’est moi, ‘Arree…Bien, merci…et toi?” 

I make my arrangements in rapid French with Francoise Dupuy, the madam who owns Caesar’s Place and supervises the girls personally. I studied electrical engineering in France for a couple of years in my youth, and whilst my grammar is now is less than classical; we understand each other very well. She thinks I am out of my mind, but concurs that Laryssa needs to be taught a lesson. And as long as her girls don’t miss out…d’accord!”

“Merci Maman…en trente minutes…au revoir.”

“What the hell are you up to Harry?” Jim demands. He is fully dressed again. “Surely you can’t mean to…?”

“Laryssa is going to work a shift at Caesar’s…Maman will take care of her and match her with the right customers…you know how clever she is at that…and I will watch to make sure things don’t get out of hand. You can be Laryssa’s first client if you wish.”

Secretly, I also want to make sure that my granddaughter doesn’t enjoy her ‘work’ too much!

Maman crouches like a corpulent black spider just inside the entrance to Caesar’s Palace. She is originally from Senegal and, even at her age, her skin shines like polished ebony. Once, over forty years ago, she was a famous prostitute in Marseilles. I have seen photographs of her as a young woman. She was a great beauty then, but now she weighs at least 300 pounds. But even so, I hear there are still a select few who enjoy her favours. Maman was a lot smarter than most other girls in the trade, saving her money and eventually setting up the first of a chain of ‘houses’ catering to the often exotic needs of the rich and famous. When she sold out and retired to this country a few years ago, she found that she missed ‘the profession’ too much, so she set up Caesar’s as her retirement hobby. I have been a valued customer, now friend, ever since her opening night and she greets me with affection when Laryssa, Jim and I arrive.

“My, you are a very pretty one, ma petite! The gentlemen especially like les lunettes.” Maman beckons Laryssa to her and gently squeezes the girl’s breasts and buttocks and tests the flesh at her waist between finger and thumb for adipose fat. Laryssa is so mesmerised by the sight of the huge woman that she allows herself to be handled without objecting. 

Maman lifts up Laryssa’s school uniform skirt to assess her legs. “Aaah, cherie, you are a dancer, I can tell…tres bon!” And then slips three fat bejewelled fingers into Layrssa’s panties to feel her pussy. 

She nods approvingly to me, “She is naturally wet…that is very good…but we will have some lubricant just the same. And she does not flinch at being touched. She will do well.” 

Turning to Laryssa she asks, ”Now then, ma cherie, are you vierge…virgin?”

Laryssa shakes her head, “No ma’am…”

“Merde! I know a fine, very rich man who would have paid 10,000 dollars for such a pretty little chou!” Maman slides her thumb inside Laryssa’s snatch, her only digit that is not covered with rings. “But you are still nice and tight!” she murmurs approvingly, “You will be very popular...

“Ok, ‘Arree, she can do it. If she earns any extra tips she can keep them.”

“No, Maman, every sou goes to the other girls.”

Maman shrugs her shoulders, “D’accord!” She appears to be very reluctant to take her hand out of my granddaughter’s panties.

“There is one last thing, Maman, she will do everything else, but she does not do sadomasochism or anal.”

“You have not taken her there yet?”

“No, not yet au derrière…but soon…but not SM, not ever.”

Maman nods approvingly once more, “No, you are not like that…but the other! Then if she is naughty, you will have to bring her back again...I know of many who would enjoy her as the meat in their sandwich. Mais oui, especially three black gentlemen…they are brothers…one of whom is a judge.  They are, how you say, ‘hung like a horse’ and enjoy to make a ménage a quatre all at once.”

“Peut-être…” 

Maman laughs, “I think La Petite Larree likes the idea…she has suddenly become very wet!”

I hurriedly change the subject, nodding towards Jim; “He is her first customer.”

As if by magic a strikingly buxom young blonde woman in her mid-twenties appears through a side door.  Maman must have some kind of electric buzzer set up beneath her desk that she presses with her knee to summon her minions. “Ah, Tara, take Laryssa to la chambre douze and show her where everything is. Also, she is une etudiante…tell her about les convenances. And then take Monsieur ‘Arree to the viewing room.”

Removing her hand from Laryssa’s crotch at last, she licks the girl’s juices from her fingers. “Tu est tres gentille, ma petite,” she murmurs. “We must not have accidents…all of your men will know they must use the condoms, but you also must insist. It is up to you to ask when you take them in your mouth, but I think you like the taste too much.”

I settle down with a bottle of Dom Perignon at my side to watch the action, and to make sure that my ‘no SM’ and ‘no anal’ instructions are followed. Tara offers to stay with me and provide ‘other services’, but I refuse; although I do ask her to stand by to bring more wine if I call.

Maman’s fat fingers must be very busy dialling her special clients, because, after Jim, Laryssa has a steady stream of customers - seventeen in all. Poor old Jim has problems getting it up at the beginning and Laryssa has to make him ready with her mouth. Eventually she spreads her legs and welcomes him into her warmth, but then he finishes almost before he gets going. He departs very disappointed with life.

She is clumsy fitting the condoms at first, but by customer number five Laryssa is putting them on with her mouth like an expert. Between every john, she washes and lubricates herself and puts her school uniform back on, and a clean pair of panties supplied by the house. It is amazing how many guys take her briefs away with them as a souvenir. 

All of Laryssa’s clients are in their mid-forties and upwards and not every one of them wants to fuck her. I recognise her first real john as the principal of the local high school. He must have developed extreme schoolgirl fantasies over the years, because he only wants to lie on the floor and look up her skirt at her panties while he jacks off. 

Client number two is more conventional. Although he still makes Laryssa keep her uniform on, he soon has his stubby fat prick buried hard in her snatch and is humping like crazy. The sight of a total stranger giving it to my little girl sends a sharp tingle through my groin and my finger hovers over the button that will summon Tara, but for the time being I resist.

Two of the guys only want to stick their heads under her skirt and lick her pussy and butt hole while they jerk off. My granddaughter puts on a splendid pretence of cumming for them, which earns her extra tips. She stripteases for another two whilst they too help themselves out. At least three get her to suck them and then they splatter their jism on her face. She manages to deep throat a fourth guy who only wants head, and gets a huge tip in return. 

The weirdest weirdo makes her squat over his face and piss in his mouth. He also asks her to crap on his chest, but Laryssa politely tells him, “That is not in the contract.” The second ‘weirdo place-getter’ ties her spreadeagled to the bed and cums spontaneously while he tickles her with a large feather. 

I marvel at how ‘normal’ I am whilst I watch those two perform!

A polite little Oriental bows deeply after she has given him a good time and offers her a permanent position, including an apartment of her own, back home in Osaka. Laryssa thanks him sweetly, but says that she has to finish her schooling first. This arouses him again so much that he pays for extra time with her.

One dumbo tries to take her in the ass and ends up being thrown out on the street still stark naked by Maman’s 6ft 8inch, 350lbs bouncer. So, I am not the only one keeping a lookout for my granddaughter. I suspect it is Maman herself. He stupid jerk doesn’t get what he wants, but still has to pay, and will never be allowed back into Caesar’s again!

Eventually, I see that Laryssa is beginning to tire, so I call Tara in and tell her to ask Maman to call a halt. Tara tells me that there is one last customer waiting, “Will that be all right?” I give her the ‘ok’, “But this one is definitely the last, right?”

“Absolutely!” she promises.

Customer number seventeen is Maman herself. I have never seen her on her feet before tonight, let alone naked; a great black mountain of flesh with huge dugs hanging down to her waistline being helped up onto the bed by two of her minions. The mattress sags beneath her enormous weight as Maman spreads her massive hams wide and beckons Laryssa to come and service her. Her pussy is shaved utterly bald and looks minuscule in relation to the rest of her, almost as if she is still a very young child.

My little whore evidently does an excellent job bringing Maman to a spectacularly, jiggling, rolling, earthquake of an orgasm.  The woman-mountain then effortlessly picks Laryssa up and plants her astride her face so that she can burrow her thick purple lips and tongue amongst the young girl’s juicy folds. And when Maman slides her well-lubricated thumb into Laryssa’s tiny butt-hole, “To make some room for your grand-père,” my little granddaughter cums for the first and only time that evening; as I do into Tara’s busily working mouth.

It is after 4.00am when we get home. We lie close in each other’s arms in my bed and I ask her, “Well, my lovely one, did you enjoy being a whore tonight?”

“Not very much, Grandpa, some of those men were seriously weird!”

“That’s the way it is when you are a whore, darling, you have to take your customers as they come. Would you like to be a whore again?”

“Only if I’m your personal whore, Grandpa…”

“Thank you Sweetheart. But what about next time you are naughty?”

“I don’t mind if you smack my bottom again…that made me feel all hot inside…and when you came on my tummy while you were doing it…that was awesome!”

“But, how about the guys who had sex with you ‘normally’? Didn’t you even like that?”

“Poor Uncle Jim, I felt really sad for him; he wanted to do it with me so much. But, he couldn’t make it work because he knew you were watching! The others were ok…a couple of them were quite nice…but, I didn’t cum with any of them.”

“Whores don’t cum. They only pretend, just like you did to please your customers.”

“Tara told me I had to do that, Grandpa…”

“And what about Uncle Jim…do you really feel sorry for him? Shall I ask him around for lunch later today for a second chance?”

“You are very kind to him, Grandpa…”

Jim sits in his chair warily ‘on edge’, thinking I am sneering at his pathetic performance with Laryssa last night. But he brightens considerably when she joins us dressed in her terry-cotton robe. First, she sits on the arm of my chair and leans to me for a long sexy kiss on the lips. Then, she moves over to where Jim is sat, descends daintily into his lap and nuzzles a soft platonic kiss to his cheek. My granddaughter looks enquiringly over to me and I nod my assent.

Slowly, she pulls the top of her robe to one side to show Jim one gorgeous, hard-tipped breast. He is uncertain if this is an offer, or whether he is being teased once more. Laryssa places a hand on the back of his neck and pushes him down to take the dark pink nubbin between his lips. She strokes his hair while he suckles on her nipple and for the next few minutes, the only sound in the room is the rising crescendo of Laryssa’s soft moans and her and Jim’s heavy breathing. Then she reaches for his hand and leads it into the lower half of her robe, up the inside of her thigh and onto the warm, wet, slippery lips of her pussy. She spreads her legs wide so that I can see Jim's fingers playing on her, delving into her folds, and sliding into the clinging tunnel of her vagina. Liquid sounds join the moans and ragged breaths. The smell of her arousal reaches me where I am sat across the other side of the room.

Laryssa flashes a pleading look in my direction and I nod my assent again. She whispers into Jim’s ear and in seconds, they are making their way hand-in-hand from the room. Just as they reach the doorway, I cough meaningfully. Jim reaches into his pocket and with a huge smile shows me that he has remembered the rules. I allow them a few minutes alone, then make my way to join them.

My agreement with Laryssa is that she is not to take Jim to her room and she has kept her part of the bargain. I pause for a moment outside my bedroom door to listen to the creaking bed and familiar shuddering moans of my granddaughter in the midst of sexual congress. My already hard cock becomes a throbbing, aching bar of flesh and, not for the first time, I wonder what I have unleashed in this last week.

They are naked. Laryssa is riding him, kneeling upright astride his hips and undulating her satin sheath around his cock. She has clearly told Jim not to touch her body as his hands just clasp the sides of her knees. His eyes are closed in an ecstasy of concentration at the pleasure my granddaughter is giving him. Immediately Laryssa sees me, she gestures me to join them, to strip off and bring my blood-pounding shaft to her eager lips.

Jim feels my weight make the bed sway and opens his eyes. When Laryssa deep throats my entire length in one smooth gulp, he explodes convulsively into her. She grips the base of his cock to keep the condom in place in the way Tara taught her until she feels his pulses cease, then releases me from her mouth at the same time as she slides his shrinking tool from inside her. 

Easing onto the bed beside Jim on her back, Laryssa spreads her legs wide and holds out her arms, “Come to me, Grandpa!” she murmurs throatily, “Love me!”

Her smooth legs wrap around my back and her hands grip my buttocks hard, dragging me deeper into her. Laryssa goes wild beneath me, wantonly rubbing her belly and chest up to mine, thrashing her pelvis to meet my lunging thrusts and, in her passion, biting my biceps where I am supporting myself on my elbows. She cums with a sobbing howl of “Grandpaaaaa!” and rakes my shoulders with her fingernails.

I flip her over onto her face in the midst of her cataclysm and mount her from behind. A few more thrusts and Laryssa cums again, just as fiercely as before and this time it seems to go on forever. She tries to buck me off, complaining, “It is too much, Grandpa!” But then she growls in her throat and gasps, “Oh Grandpa! I’m cumming again!”

This time I release with her and we conjoin in that melting ecstasy that makes us one entity.

We lay on our sides facing Jim, with me behind my granddaughter spoon-fashion with my now relaxed cock nestled in the crack of her bottom. As our shuddering breathing subsides, Laryssa sees that Jim is hard once more. “Stay where you are, Grandpa,” she murmurs dreamily and then beckons Jim to her. With dextrous movements, she dresses his stiff pole in a condom and then welcomes him into her.

I feel each of Jim’s thrusts transmitted against my belly by her firm buttocks and my cock returns to hardness. She clenches her butt cheeks around my shaft while she rhythmically grips his lunging pole with her inner muscles. I feel his final stretching, shaking lunge as he empties his balls and almost immediately afterwards the gentle tremble as Laryssa cums yet again, only this time very quietly and without passion. Afterwards, she strokes the side of his face with her palm and says, “Thank you, Uncle Jim…that was nice.”

When Laryssa has made sure that he is safely out of her, the three of us lie together silently for a few minutes. When she sees that Jim is starting to doze, Laryssa taps him on the shoulder and tells him, “Uncle Jim, it is time for you to leave now.”

“Stay there, Grandpa, and wait for me to come back,” Laryssa tells me as she and Jim climb from the sex-rumpled bed. She puts on her robe and goes to the bathroom while Jim gets dressed. My old friend and I do not exchange a word. In fact, Jim does not even look at me. 

When she returns from escorting Jim to the front door, I ask my granddaughter, “What was all that about?”

“I was telling him not to come back here, or try to see me, ever again.” Then she drops her robe to the floor and rejoins me on the bed. I imagine that Jim did not take kindly to such demands from a mere slip of a teenager and ask, “How did Jim react?”

“He said he would talk to you about it…what will you say if he does?”

“I will tell him that Laryssa is ‘The Boss’, her body is hers alone.”

She encircles me with her arms and thighs, pressing her warm soft belly and breasts to mine, and murmurs; “I adore you, Grandpa! Make love with me…make long, lovely love with me.”

Our exploration of each other is gentle, intensely passionate, and it lasts for the rest of the afternoon until it begins to turn dark. Then, after a shared shower and a light meal, we turn in early, in her bed for the night. My granddaughter has to go to school in the morning. 

Snuggling drowsily up to me, Laryssa asks, “Are you really going to do it in my bottom, like you told Maman? I felt your willie grow big again when Uncle Jim was having sex with me and I thought you might do it then.”

“Maybe…your little bum cheeks felt delicious squeezing around my cock while you were doing it with Jim, and I wondered if it would be possible. But, we would need to get you properly prepared…”

“You willie felt so nice there too…when?”

“Do you absolutely want to do it?”

“Yes, I think so, Grandpa. If I cum just like I did when Maman put her finger in there, it will be very nice…”

“Ok then, we have a date…but not before your Mom and Dad get home. You will have to ask them if you can come and stay with me at my house for a whole weekend…”

“That will be lovely…” My sweet angel yawns and cuddles up closer to me cupping my balls in her soft palm. She is falling asleep, but still asks, “And will you write and tell Literotica all about it…like you did about you and me all the other times?”

“I will tell them about today, my beloved, but not about that. I think I’ll just let them imagine how wonderfully peachy your little bottom is and how we both enjoy it when you take me in there…”

“That’s good…I love you, Grandpa…”

“Me too, Sweetheart…sleep tight…”