Message-ID: <6656eli$9712221107@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: filth@enema.com (The Big Bad Wolf) X-Good-Line-Length: yes Subject: Dirty Old Granddad 3/4 (inc, teen) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Reply-To: filth@enema.com Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <349e3518.2331842@news.campaspe.net.au> Dirty Old Grandad 3/4 ** Please do not read if you are under the age of 18 or are offended by scenes of an explicit sexual nature ** ___________________________________________________________ Barry slowly followed his granddaughter up the long stairway to her room, watching as her small firm ass contained only by the tight lycra of her swimsuit sashayed from side to side as she climbed. He didnt know why he was doing this, nor what he would do when they were finally in her room, but the temptation inside his groin was too much to quell, despite the release of his orgasm only minutes before. He was taking his 14 year old granddaughter to her room...but for what purpose? Surely he wasnt seriously thinking of fucking her? It was all happening too fast for him to reason, and before he knew it they were at the door to her room, then stepping inside. Her room was painted pink, decorated with the posters of TV stars and rock singers, and also the little-girl decorations left over from her pre-teen years. He had been in her room many times before of course, but this time a pregnant sexual heat made the experience seem taboo, almost deadly. Katie laid her towel down on the bed before turning and looking her beloved granddad in the eye for the first time since their encounter in the pool. She wore a strange smirk, one composed of both expectation and a sense of power, yet also of fear and uncertainty. Words failed Barry, but it was Katie who was first to speak. "Thanks for before granddad..you made me feel...nice," she said, smiling even wider. "Now I know why my friends let their guys touch them there." For a second Barry's guilt overwhelmed him, as he managed: "OK Katie, what we did was fun but it must never happen again...and you had better not..." His words trailed off as Katie, seemingly ignoring him, turned towards the bed and slipped the shoulder bands of her swimsuit down her arms and slipped the upper part of the still-wet lycra over her torso. Her bare back came into his view, and then she spun around, giving him an unobstructed view of her breasts. All Barry could do was gape. They were not big by any standards, but she was only 14 after all, still developing from a young girl into a woman. They had the firm conical shape of young tits, jutting directly out from her trim chest as if pointing directly at him; the tops were sun-browned by exposure above the swimsuit seam, but the surrounds were pale fish-white, soft and creamy. Her nipples were a marked contrast, a dark pink-brown and, like the rest of her blossoming mammaries, firm and pointed. Katie had her hands in the seam of her swimsuit, at the level of her navel, seemingly trying to push the costume down over her waist. "Darn thing always is hard to get off when its still wet...could you help Gramps?" she asked. Barry paused, then: "Err, sure baby." He stepped forward and moved his big hands down to take over from hers, and found that the swimsuit was indeed hard to remove, sticking to her young skin with its wetness. To aid its removal he dropped to his knees and, reaching up, wreathed it down over her flaring hips to that it was almost removed, covering only her pubic region. Being so close to her again forced temptation to get the better of him, and he leaned forward and kissed the smooth skin of her stomach, just above the navel, and revelled in the smell and the feel of her. She did not retreat, and he knew then that she was a willing partner in all of this evil he was committing - he peered up to her beautiful elfin face, framed in her long brown tresses of hair, to see her eyes squeezed closed as she concentrated on his lips as they traversed her midriff. Slowly he kissed his way up, over her diaphragm and towards the underside of her teenage breasts, until his nose made contact with them. He tilted his head upwards and, extending his tongue, ran it beneath each of her titties then upwards over the nipple to the top, inducing a slight drawn breath from the girl. He gently drew a large pink nipple, made erect by his minstrations, into his mouth and traced the long shape with his tongue. She shook as his tongue found the tip, and he repeated it again, then traded breasts as his long arms wrapped around her chest as he suckled her 14 year old titties. He worked her breasts for a full ten minutes, before becoming aware of his burgeoning erection yet again - it was time for more. He unclasped his mouth and, with a long, slow deliberate movement, moved back slightly and pushed Katie back down so that she was sitting on the edge of her bed. Her legs extended out towards him, and he lifted them by the ankles, placing them on his thighs and whispering: "Let me get this costume off for you." She half-sighed "OK" but his hands were already at their work, slipping the lycra down over her hips, then her thighs, bringing her pubescent vulva into his view for the first time. It was a gorgeous sight for the old man, a light mat of brown fuzz, untrimmed but not yet fully covering her mound. Her legs parted slightly, and he could see the opening he had worked on in the pool, lips parted slightly in arousal and expectation of what was to come. He pressed outward on her knees, spreading her thighs and opening her cunt like a flower to him, and he wasted no time on fastening his face to the pink cleft before him. It brought a slight squeal from her, a half-muffled "No" which went unheeded, but any resistance she had was soon dispersed as her loving granddad started to eat her with gentle passion engaged by years of experience. His long tongue traced the crack of her labia, rolling the length of her lips before tracing around the small ring of her unspoiled vagina. With some determination he moved the tip of his tongue firmly, feeling the tight hole spread slightly to allow its entry and forcing Katie to grip the bedclothes with unexpected shock. However he soon withdrew, leaving her cunt for another more important part of her body. 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