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Long Hot Summer
by Pop-O (pop-o@myway.com)
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A Grandfather finds physical love with his 10 year old
Grand-Daughter. (M/g, ped, inc, oral)
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This summer was going to be a long one. I just put the
phone down after talking with my daughter, Sharon. She
has been widowed for more than ten years, just after
the birth of her daughter, Monica. Frank, her husband
was a military pilot and crash on his way back to his
base in Florida, after a routine run.
Sharon had been devastated, and didn't know what to do.
Having a new child, her husband dying so suddenly, and
now the military told her she only had thirty days to
move out of base housing, it was all closing in on her,
until she called me and I flew in from Montana to do
what I could for her.
She wanted to stay in Florida, so we went out looking
at apartments and she found one she really liked. The
military moved her furniture for her and I help setting
them where she wanted them.
A week later, she told me that she had found a child
care center that took babies, and would be able to
return to work, and that I could return to my ranch.
She promised she'd keep in touch and send a lot of
pictures, of her and the baby. I had a lot to catch up
on at the ranch, so I flew back home.
On the flight I got to thinking about Sharon. She had
waited until she was thirty five before she married,
had a child at thirty-seven, and lost her husband seven
months later. Her mom had died of a stroke some five
years earlier, but she'll pull through.
Sharon is about 5'4", about 103lbs., short brown hair,
and her eyes were a deep gray. They are the first thing
that catches your attention when you look at her face.
Unfortunately she had my nose, a bit pudgy looking. Her
lips were small. The years have been kind to her, a few
lines around her eyes, a pound or two, but always a
beautiful girl. Her breasts were small, but fit her
body perfectly.
My thought turned to what I’ve been doing over the
years, since her mother passed. Running a cattle ranch
is not an easy task, so many things to consider. I last
saw Sharon when she married Frank, but other than that
rarely went anywhere.
My days were mostly spent on horseback, riding the
range and checking up on what my ranch hands were
doing. There was a lot to cover, so I kept occupied. No
women friends to speak of, so my life has been quite
mundane.
Sharon was true to her word. She sent a lot of pictures
of her and Monica over the years. She also sent copies
of school reports and drawings that Monica drew for me.
Sharon would send Monica away each summer to a camp.
Monica always returned saying that she had a great time
and loved being there, making new friends and she liked
the counselors a bunch.
Getting back to the phone call, Sharon wanted me to
keep Monica for the summer. She was ten years old now,
and the camp she normally went to got hit by the health
department so bad, they had to keep it closed to make
all the necessary changes. I wasn't to keen on having a
small child to look after, but she was my grand
daughter, and we did need to spend some time with one
another. I told her it would be okay, and we set
everything up, she would arrive in two weeks.
On the day that Monica was due to arrive, I dressed in
a nice white western shirt, with snap buttons. A nice
pair of my black wrangler jeans. I used my "fancy" belt
with a large silver buckle, and my black boots that I
polished last night.
Looking in the mirror, I liked what I saw, even at 55 I
was still in good shape from working these cows. I
didn't allow any of my hands to do anything that I
haven't done myself. Yeah, sometimes I come back to the
"big house" feeling like I’ve been bushwhacked, but I
never let the men see me that way.
I am 5'9", 195lbs., about a 42" chest and a 34" waist.
My eyes are a deep dark blue. My hair is a dark brown
and graying on the side.
I grabbed my Stetson (black of course), took my keys to
the Jeep and headed to the airport, where I waited for
her.
I watched as people off loaded from the plane and I
spotted Monica with a stewardess, and went up to her
and hugged her. We got her luggage and headed to the
ranch.
In the jeep, I looked at her and saw my little girl,
Sharon. She looked an awful lot like my daughter at
this age. She was dressed in a white sun dress, black
patent-leather shoes, and had a pink ribbon in her
hair. Her hair is brown and flows to the middle of her
back, and is straight with very little curl to it.
She sat with her hands in her lap, just looking at the
scenery as we passed by a number of ranches. She looked
up at me and asked if I would teach her how to ride a
horse, while she was there.
"You sure can," I said. "You'll be doing as much as you
want while you are here, and there is a lot to do."
She smiled at me, and I explained a little about what
goes on at the ranch, about the 10 hands that I have,
how they live in a bunkhouse.
The ranch is 340,862 acres, so when I pulled into the
main drive, it was another 30 minutes before I got to
the house. She was in awe of the time it took, just
staring at everything.
Arriving at the house, I brought her bags to her room,
and she asked if she could shower and get all the dust
off of her. The bathroom was between her room and mine,
with a door on each side. I explained to her that when
she was using the bathroom, she could lock the door to
my room, and I would do the same for her. Showing her
where to find everything she needed, I left her to her
own.
Downstairs, I fixed us a light lunch, when I heard her
call out to me. I went up and opened her door and she
was standing in her room with her back to me in her
panties, trying to put on a wisp of a bra.
"Darn thing, don't know why I have to wear it anyway,"
she was saying.
I backed out of the room, knocked on the door and she
told me to come in. She was still fighting with the
bra, so I told her I’d fix it for her.
"Mom just got these for me and showed me how to do it,
but I forgot," she said.
I reached out and hooked the back for her and she
turned and gave me a hug. I wasn't expecting it and I
fell back on my butt. She laughed at me and I got to
laughing myself.
She came between my legs and hugged me again. As my
hands went out to hug her back, they landed on her cute
little butt, I quickly moved them up to her waist.
As she backed off a little, she was so little, her
crotch was right at my face. Her little white panties
were so tight, that the outline of her pussy was
clearly visible. I felt a stirring in my penis and
pushed myself up and onto my feet, telling her to
finish dressing, as I left the room.
My God, I thought to myself, that little child has
brought back some old feelings I had lain to rest with
my wife over fifteen years ago. While she finished
dressing, I could not get my mind off of how close her
little pussy was to my face. The white panties didn't
leave much to the imagination. I could feel her butt
cheeks on my fingers. So small, so nice. They fit my
hands perfectly.
All these thoughts brought my cock to it's full length
and I had not felt the need for release in a long time.
Shaking off these notions, I waited for her to come
down and eat.
She wore a pair of dungarees and a new western style
shirt and boots her mother had bought for her. We ate
lunch and I took her out to the corral to meet Phil. He
was the one guy I depended on to see that all the hands
were doing their jobs.
Phil, Monica and I picked out a small pinto pony for
her to ride. Phil was a good teacher, so I let him
handle that part, while I sat on the corral watching.
She spent the afternoon with Phil, as I watched as she
quickly grasped all the information Phil gave her. She
took to a horse like a fish to water. Phil let her ride
and came over to me, very impressed in her ability to
learn.
Watching her bounce on that horse was a sight. Her hair
in a ponytail, flying out behind her, that butt going
up and down, and the big smile on her face. After her
ride, Phil then took her into the barn and instructed
her on what needed to be done after she was finished
riding.
Walking back to the house, she hugged my waist and
talked of how much fun that was. In the house, she sat
on the couch, and quickly fell asleep. I took this
chance to go take my own shower.
Undressing in my room, I went into the bathroom and
into the shower. The water was warm and welcoming. I
felt the warmth of each drop as it hit my body and ran
down. Grabbing a washcloth, soaping it up and washing
my body felt good too. I got to my cock and started to
clean it and my thoughts once again turned to little
Monica.
I tried hard not to think of her and stopped what I was
doing, letting the water rinse the soap off of me. I
forgot to shampoo my hair, so I squirted some in my
hand and commenced to wash my hair. I had a head full
of shampoo, when I heard the shower door slide open.
"Grandpa, you didn't lock my door," as she stood there,
staring at my limp cock. I didn't want to make a big
deal out of this, as she too was naked, so I told her
to come in and close the door.
Her little body was so damn cute, her pert little
breast, almost nonexistent. No baby fat on her, she was
shaped so nicely, such a small waist. I tried not to
stare at her pussy, but I was glued to it. So smooth,
not a hint of hair, and that butt was so round.
I was getting an erection, so I turned my back to her,
and handed her a washcloth. She talked of enjoying
taking showers with her mother, and about anything her
ten-year-old mind thought of.
"Do my back for me Grandpa, I can't reach it all," she
asked.
Turning around, my semi hard cock was right at her chin
level, so I turned her around, took her washcloth and
cleaned her back. I had to bend my legs and get into a
squatting position to do this.
My hands roamed over her shoulders, down her back and
when I reached her butt, I continued and felt those
soft globes through the cloth. My cock was getting
harder, feeling this little body with my hands. As my
hands went down her legs, on the outside, I came up
between her legs and she spread her legs a little and I
was now washing her bald little pussy.
I felt the folds of her lips spread and my fingers
moved back and forth on her sweetness. She placed her
hands on the shower wall and bent to allow me a better
access to her love tunnel. I was not at full staff, my
cock had never been so stiff.
I lingered on her pussy, soaping it, then cleaning the
soap off the cloth, I rinsed the soap off her pussy and
again felt the lips of her cunt. She moaned a little,
so I removed the washcloth and my bare hand was now
playing with her pussy lips. I spread the outer lips
and felt the smoothness of her love tunnel. I then
found her little clit at the tip and when I touched it,
she groaned and shook as she climaxed on my hand.
Shortly, she turned around and hugged my neck. Her
belly was pushing my cock into my stomach. Her hand
came off of my neck and went between us, taking hold of
my cock.
"Grandpa, I've done this before, let me make you feel
good, like you made me feel?" she said. All I could do
was nod my head, as she started to slide her hand up
and down the shaft of my cock.
I closed my eyes and let this moment take place. I felt
her other hand join the first and her fingers were all
over my cock. One hand was playing with the head, the
other moving the length of my stiff dick.
She removed her hand from the head and felt my balls
encased in my sack. Her fingers kneaded my nuts and I
could feel my cum starting to flow.
"It’s cuming, I’m going to cum," I said.
She brought both hands to my cock and aimed it toward
her face, as I shot my first stream of cum into her
opened mouth. I shot three or four times, my cum
hitting her face, in her mouth, and in her hair.
As I slowed down, her mouth fell to the head of my cock
and she sucked the cum off of my dick. The water
flowing down over both of us cleaned the cum from her
face, as she sucked me until I went soft.
Removing her mouth she hugged me again, and told me
that she liked doing that for me. I held her warm wet
body against mine, feeling our heated bodies next to
one another. The water was an added feeling of
rightness. I didn't feel like I had done anything
wrong. We shared a beautiful moment that was filled
with love.
I shampooed her hair, and got the cum out of it, and
then I dried her of with a towel and scooted her to her
room to dress. I did the same with myself.
I dressed in shorts and a T-shirt, and flip-flops and
headed downstairs. I was thinking to myself that
although what had just taken place in the shower was
beautiful, that is should not happen again. I told
myself that I would not allow it.
When she came into the kitchen, I was drinking coffee
and she went to the refrigerator and got a soda. She
had put on a halter top, which seemed to be very thin.
Her cutoff shorts were tight and showed the cheeks of
her ass when she bent over.
Coming over to the table, I could see her little
nipples through the material of her top. I had to do
something, so I got up and fixed some hamburgers and
fries for our supper, then we went into the living room
to watch the television.
She grabbed the remote and flipped through the
channels, stopping at a show called Soul Train. The
people on the show were dancing very provocatively and
she stood there trying to copy what they did. Her lithe
body was bending, twisting and moving in every
direction as she danced in front of me. As the song
ended, she fell to the couch and her head was laying in
my lap.
She was breathing very hard, he small chest pumping up
and down. Her nipples were hard and poking the
material, and she was sweaty from all that dancing.
My cock was directly underneath her head, and her
movements were making me hard. She turned her head and
looked at the TV, her cheek felt nice against my cock.
She moved her hand under her head, and her fingers
molded themselves around my shaft. The pressure of her
head on her hand was driving me crazy.
She turned back around and faced me and looked into my
face and said, "One of the reasons that I enjoyed going
to camp each summer was because of the counselors. My
first year there, I was five and one of the girl
counselors showed me how she pleased herself and when I
was seven, a boy showed me his cock, and taught me how
to make him happy"
While she was talking to me, her hands were unzipping
my pants and reaching in to pull out my hard cock. Her
face was still close to my lap, but her hands were
running the length of my shaft as she continued to
talk.
"After he showed me how to make him shoot his cum, he
ate my pussy like the girl did. I love doing that and
having their cocks in my mouth, just like I want your
cock in my mouth right now," she said, as she lowered
her face to my stiff rod and placed the mushroomed head
into her mouth.
Her tongue flicked out and tasted my per-cum, and
worked it's was underneath the head. She pulled off my
dick and her tongue licked my shaft and she kissed my
balls. Sucking in one nut at a time, this child made me
feel so good.
Her hand was rubbing my shaft as she sucked my nut
sack. She then put my cock back in her mouth and pushed
as much as she could into her mouth. She got about a
third of me into her mouth, when she backed up to the
head and slid back down. My cock was hitting her throat
and I knew she couldn't take it all.
She moved her legs under her, and she dove again on my
stiff rod. My dick went past her uvula and into her
throat, as she pushed her face to the base of my cock.
The feeling I got when she stuffed her face with my
cock was indescribable. She held my cock there as long
as she could, then came back up to the head. Her eyes
looking into mine as she went back down and filled
herself again.
Her saliva was dripping onto my nuts as she enjoyed
sucking me off. Her head bounced up and down me, as her
hand also joined in and pumped my cock.
"Cum in my mouth, Grandpa. I want to taste your cum
again," she said to me.
Diving back on me, pumping my shaft was all getting to
me, as I felt myself starting to release a load of cum
into my grand daughter’s mouth.
"Monica!!, I’m going to cum, suck me, suck me good," I
said.
Her mouth took all of me, her chin resting on my balls
as I shot stream after stream into her throat. She
didn't lose a single drop, as she slowly backed off my
cock and kept it in her mouth until I went limp.
When she removed her mouth, her tongue darted out and
licked my cock head, as she smiled up at me.
"You taste good Grandpa, I could do this all day for
you, I love it," she said. Her hands still on my soft
dick.
I lay her on her back and told her I was going to
return the favor and eat her pussy. Removing her
cutoffs, I looked at her crotch and saw that she was
wet. My face went to that wet spot and I sucked her
panties and tasted her love juices for the first time.
My hands came up and held her ass and pushed her
pantied-covered pussy into my face. She tasted so
sweet. I removed her panties and just looked at her
little cunt. It was so smooth, so soft, so pretty.
Lowering my face to her pussy lips, I licked up between
them and my tongue ran over the top of her little clit.
She arched her back as I crossed her love button. I
then went back to her tunnel and folded my tongue and
inserted it into her.
She grabbed my head and shoved her pussy into my face.
"Yes Grandpa, that feels really good, do that," she
said.
My tongue worked in and out of her cunt, as her juices
just flowed from her little pussy. Returning to her
clit, I sucked it into my mouth and let my tongue twirl
it in my mouth.
I brought my finger to the entrance of that juicy
tunnel and inserted it slowly. In and out and deeper
and deeper each time, until I reached her hymen. Her
pussy was so slick, so tight. The ripples of her tunnel
grasping my finger as I fucked her cunt with my hand.
my mouth remaining on her now extended clit.
"Oh oh, Grandpa, I’m going to cum, oh yes, it's
cumming," she screeched and again arched her pussy into
my face and shoving my head into her.
I was elated in the amount of fluid that little girl
produced, and even the fact that she could. I inhaled
every bit of liquid from her pussy. It smeared on my
face and I was loving it.
When she calmed down a little, her chest moving up and
down, I reached up and played with her nipples on her
little chest. I sucked one into my mouth and it was
hard and sensitive.
"Take the rest of your clothes off Grandpa," she said,
as she untied her halter and removed it from around her
neck. I stood and let my shorts and underwear hit the
floor, as my T-shirt also came off. I sat back on the
couch and she sat in my lap facing me.
My cock was once again hard as a rock, as her pussy was
pressed against it while she kissed me and hugged me.
She moved her hips along my shaft and looked at me and
said, "Fuck me Grandpa, make me a woman, I want your
cock in my pussy."
"Monica I think your too small for me, I don't want to
hurt you," I said.
"If it hurts too badly, I’ll stop Grandpa, honest I
will," she said.
While she was saying this, her hand came down and took
my cock and placed it against her cuntal lips. I moved
to lie on my back as she straddled my cock and lowered
herself onto my stiff cock.
The cock head entered and I swear, I have never felt
anything so tight. There was no way that she was going
to take all of me into her.
She grimaced as she tried to push more of me into her.
I grabbed hold of her ass and brought her back up and
told her to pump it slower and her pussy would wet
itself more and more.
She did this and slowly took in more of my cock. She
got about half of me into her when we reached her
hymen.
"Honey, you don't have to go any further, if you break
that skin you won't be a little girl anymore," I said.
Her face said everything, as she moved back up my shaft
and back down again, tearing her and implanting my cock
into her to the hilt. She was sitting on my lap now, my
cock in as deep as I could go, tears in her eyes.
"Stop for a while sweetheart, let you pussy get use to
having me in there, just sit still," I said. I wiped
the tears from her eyes and told her how much I loved
her and that she was now a woman.
The last brought a big smile to her face, as she began
to lift herself up and then back down. Her pussy was
flowing with juices. My cock feeling each and every
ripple of her love tunnel. The tightness of her pussy
was such a great feeling.
She moved faster and faster on my cock. Then I rolled
her over onto her back, keeping my cock in her cunt.
Her legs tied themselves around my waist as I pumped my
55-year-old cock into her 10-year-old pussy.
Damn she was tight, but she felt so good. I looked into
her face as she told me she was cumming on my cock in
her pussy. I could feel the flow of her juices as I
rammed my dick into her, her pussy getting even tighter
if that was possible, as she climaxed.
She climaxed four or five times before I finally felt
myself build up to a release point. "I'm gonna cum in
your sweet pussy darling, Grandpa is going to shoot
into you," I said.
I gushed the first shot into her little tight pussy as
she again hugged my neck as she also climaxed with me.
Two... three... four... five times I shot my sperm into
my granddaughter. Our spunk mixing and flowing out of
her. I continued to pump her pussy until I went limp
and pulled myself out of her with a plopping sound.
We lay face to face on the couch, both breathing hard.
I told her how much I loved her and we hugged once
again. We both fell asleep on the couch, naked, holding
one another.
When I woke, I got up and carried her to her bed and
she woke as I was laying her onto the bed.
"Grandpa, can I come here every summer from now on,"
she asked.
"Yes Monica, you can stay here whenever you want to," I
said, as I covered that beautiful little naked body
with her bedcovers.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a
fellow convict in their local prison system.
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