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Grampa and Me
by Lea Adams (lea599@yahoo.com)
***
A visit to my grandfather is very enlightening. (Mg, extreme-ped,
inc, 1st)
***
Shortly after my tenth birthday I went to spend a month at my
grandparents place in Naples, Florida. They lived in a beautiful
apartment complex that was complete with swimming pool. An added
plus was that it was only a few blocks from the beach and the Gulf
of Mexico. My Grandfather and Grandmother were my father's parents
so I felt comfortable with them, although I hardly knew them. They
last time I had seen them was when they move here. I had very
fuzzy memories of them. They had moved to Florida five years
before. when he retired from the civil service.
My grandmother was a pleasant woman of 58, small like me, with
delicate hands and features and snow white hair, which he wore
perfectly fixed, not a hair out of place. I took an instant liking
to her. She was an excellent cook, although there seldom ate in,
mostly they went out or ordered in. She also played Bingo three
nights a week. It was like a religion to her.
Now my grandfather was another story. Like my father he was big,
loud, and happy. At age 60 he bragged that he was still able to go
three miles every day, of course, he was quick to point out that
nowadays he walked the three miles instead of running. He was very
handsome and I quickly fell madly in love. He took me everywhere
with him, showing me off to all his cronies.
"This is my favorite granddaughter, Lea." he would say, not
mentioning that I was his only granddaughter. "Have you ever in
your life seen a more beautiful girl?"
As big as he was, of course, everyone agreed with him.
He took me fishing, another first. Showed me how to play golf and
tennis. He could swim further and faster than me. We went to the
beach and he buried me in the sand. All in all the best
grandfather a girl could want. The first time we went to the beach
I wore my very skimpy, red bikini and his eyes lit up.
"God damn girl," he said. "You are one beautiful little lady. I
better watch that nobody steals you away from me."
I hugged him and thanked him for the compliment, not thinking
anything about it at the time. All the way to the beach I could
feel his eyes glancing in my direction. I was very proud of the
fact that he thought I was pretty and the way he was looking at my
skimpy bottoms, I guessed he thought I was a little sexy too.
When we got to the beach I helped him carry our stuff down to the
waters edge and then ran into the surf. It felt so great. I
splashed around in the water for a while then walked out to where
my grandfather had set up our stuff. The cool wind did a thing to
my nipples under my wet top and I felt them get as hard as a rock.
I think that was the first thing he noticed. His eyes fixed on my
top and that funny look came into them. I had seen that look
before. I loved that look that men gave me, but I didn't expect it
from someone as old as my grandfather. Maybe I was mistaken. Maybe
he was just pleased with me and happy that I was here with him.
I sat down in the sand and began excavating a trench that I could
lie in and cover myself up with sand. When I had it deep enough I
lay down in it and my grandfather came and began covering me with
sand. It felt so great to feel the warm sand slowly cover my body.
I was also aware that my grandfathers hands seemed to linger a
little over my non existent breasts and even a little over my
lower torso. Naw, just your imagination, I thought.
After a while I slowly crawled out of my burial mound and began
shaking the sand from my body. It was everywhere. In my hair,
ears, under my bikini top, inside my bottoms. I headed for the
water to wash it out. Once in the water I waded out until the
water was up to my chin, glanced around and discovered no one was
paying any attention to me so I slipped out of my bottoms and
proceeded to wash the sand from my body and the suit. I could see
my grandfather watching me from the shore. I figured he knew what
I was doing but I was sure that he couldn't actually see my
nakedness.
After getting all of the sand out I slipped my suit back on and
went back to the shore. I was puzzled by the looks he was giving
me, not that it scared me, I was just puzzled. I wondered if he
was thinking of me in a sexual way or was he even able to have
sex. I had very limited knowledge of older people. I, erroneously,
thought that after maybe fifty or so you couldn't have sex.
We arrived back at the apartment and found that my grandmother had
ordered from the local Subway for us and had laid it all out
before going to her Bingo. I love Subway. We devoured it and sat
around chatting for a time before I announced that there was still
a few grains of sand in very sensitive places and I was going to
take a shower and try to get them out.
I got out of the shower, after shampooing my hair, wrapped a towel
around me and went to my room. Two things happened in the same
instant. I dropped the towel to the floor and my grandfather
walked in to ask if I wanted to watch some TV show. He stared,
open mouthed, at this naked girl standing in the middle of the
room facing him. As he was to say later. "She didn't cover herself
or cringe, just stood there."
"Hi grampa," I said. Not even thinking about covering my
nakedness, after all my father looked at me naked all the time,
and did a lot more than look.
My grandfather stood as if turned to stone, a hundred emotions
running through his mind at the same time. His eyes swept up and
down over my body. I could see his hands trembling.
"Is there something you wanted grampa?" I asked after a long time.
"Uh... Uh... Yes... Uh... never mind," his eyes never left my
body.
I reached down and picked up my nightgown that I had laid out
earlier. "Is it okay if I just wear my nightgown while we watch
TV? I got a little too much sun today at the beach."
He waved his arms in dismissal. "Wear whatever you want," he said,
rather gruffly and turned and walked out.
I was devastated. What had I done to make my grandfather angry?
Maybe he was mad because I had took so much time in the bathroom.
I slid the nightgown over my head, not bothering to even put on
panties and followed him into the living room. he was sitting in
his favorite chair flipping through the channels on the TV. I
stood in front of him, tears beginning to well up in my eyes.
"I sorry I made you mad, grampa, I didn't mean to." I could feel a
tear sliding down my cheek. I guess I made a pitiful sight,
standing there in my bare feet, with nothing on but a thin
nightgown.
My grandfather held out his arms and pulled me in. "OH baby! You
haven't done anything wrong. I wasn't mad at you. I was mad at
myself for barging in on you like that and seeing you naked like
that. I was mad at myself for the terrible thoughts I had when I
looked at you."
I snuggled up in his lap. "You couldn't have terrible thoughts
grampa."
"Oh yes I can Lea, You are a very beautiful girl and I am a man."
"So?" I hugged him a little harder.
"Well, when men look at beautiful women they have these thoughts
and they want to touch them."
"Do you think I am a beautiful woman, grampa?"
"Very beautiful Lea, very beautiful."
"You didn't touch me, grampa."
"I thought about it."
I mulled that over in my mind, trying to find the logic. "Grampa?"
"Yes Lea?"
"Does this mean you won't put lotion on my sunburn?"
"No, of course not. I would be happy to put lotion on you." He
said, kissing me on the forehead.
I jumped up and yanked my nightgown over my head. My grandfather
let out a groan as he looked at my body only a foot away from him.
In fact, considering that he was sitting in his easy chair, my
young pussy was only a foot away from his eyes.
"Oh my God," he croaked. "What am I going to do with you?"
I smiled a big smile. "If you really do think I'm beautiful you
can touch me grampa."
He reached out a trembling hand and touched my pussy, lightly
running his fingers up and down the tiny slit. His eyes never left
my face as he slipped one finger inside my pussy, then brought it
to his mouth and sucked on it. Then it was back, exploring my
little slit. There was such a look of wonder on his face as he
gently ran his finger inside me. As he got up from his chair I saw
that he had this huge erection pushing at the front of his pants.
He pick me up in his arms and carried me to my room. Laying me on
my bed, his mouth went directly for my tiny pussy.
"Oh my god lea," he groaned as he raised his head. " You taste so
wonderful."
"Thank you grampa," was all I could manage.
His tongue explored my pussy, flicking across my tiny clit,
bringing little jolts of pleasure to my body. I felt his teeth
gently nibbling at my clit and I went wild with desire, throwing
my legs up around his head.
"Lick me all over grampa, lick me all over," I begged.
He didn't need any encouragement, his tongue was everywhere.
Burrowing into my pussy, trying to slip inside my ass hole. he
gathered some moisture from my ravaged pussy on his little finger
and slid it slowly inside my tiny ass hole. The feeling was so
wild.
"Yes! Yes! Oh Yes! Grampa," I whispered as wave after wave of the
most delicious feeling swept over me. My tiny ass hole was
clenching and unclenching around his little finger as my legs let
go of the death grip they had on his head and waved frantically in
the air. His tongue, in the meantime, was probing the depths of my
hungry pussy.
Slowly he push his finger into my ass until it was up to the first
knuckle. I thought I was going to die from the pleasure. Ever so
slowly he slid his finger out of my ass hole. I could feel the
muscle working, almost like it was sorry to see it go, I know I
was.
My grandfather reluctantly pulled away from my throbbing pussy and
stood up.
"I have to go masturbate darling."
I could see the huge bulge and understood. I reached out and
touched the bulge. "Let me do it for you grampa, please?" I
begged.
He stared at me for a minute, then nodded. "In the bathroom, so we
won't make a mess."
I followed him into the bathroom and watched as he dropped his
pants and pulled his shorts down. His cock sprang out from it's
confinement in all it's glory. It was the largest one I had ever
seen. Fully eight inches long and at least an inch and a half in
diameter. I was in shock as I tried to grasp this magnificent cock
in my tiny hands.
My grandfather groaned loudly as my tiny hands went around his
cock. I began to move up and down the full length of it. Then he
let out a gasp as I knelt down and began to lick and kiss the huge
head. There was no way I could get this monster in my mouth but I
tried valiantly.
"OH God, oh god, oh god." He kept muttering as his orgasm
approached.
I could feel his body tense and knew he was close. Then, with a
mighty groan, a huge glob of cum spurted out. I was moving my
hands as fast as I could on his cock and watched in awe as spurt
after spurt of white, sticky cum flooded out of this monster of a
cock.
My grandfather's knees buckled and he nearly collapsed from the
release of all the tension. he reached out and pulled my naked
body to him. I was still holding his now softening cock in my
hands. Even soft it was large.
"My God Lea." He said. "I have never cum that big in all my life."
I smiled proudly. "Did I do good grampa?"
He hugged me tighter. "You did marvelous my darling, just
marvelous."
I grinned back at him. "You did pretty good yourself grampa."
After we cleaned up the mess in the bathroom I put my nightgown
back on and we went into the living room and I snuggled in his
lap.
My grandfather cleared his throat. "Uh, Lea?'
"Yes grampa?" I replied sleepily.
"Uhm, what we did... uh..."
"Yes grampa?"
"Well we can't tell anyone about it or I will get in serious
trouble."
"I know grampa, I won't tell anyone ever. I promise. But
grampa...?"
"Yes my love?"
"Can we do it again the next time grandmother goes to Bingo?"