Grampa's Girls

Written by taster

                I was on my yearly trip to Grampa and Grandma's, and had my daugther Christy with me. After having my divorce completed, I was hoping they would watch her a few nights while I went around town, hoping to find a nice guy to fill the void for a night. Not having sex for 7 months had taken a mental toll on me. I am a very attractive girl, I should have no trouble getting a nice guy. As I lay in bed the first night, I looked out the window, remembering watching Grampa doing chores, and several times catching him peeing near the back of the barn. As a little girl I didn't realize that certain guys are more endowed than others, so the fact that Grampa wrapped his hand around his dingy and showed head in the front and a good 6 inches between his pinky and stomach didn't mean much to me. I now craved a guy with those measurements.

                I got up the next morning, and went to the shower, well aware that I would be frigging myself for at least one orgasim, and then I could function for the day. As Christy slept, I did my morning thing, shit, shower and shove, as I called my daily fingering, and returned to my little doll, who was rubbing her big blue eyes, and ready to put me through another day in the life. Raising a 6 year old was taking a toll on me also, leaving me wondering if sex would ever be a part of my life. We managed to get down to the kitchen, where Grandma was preparing the usual, and Grandpa had his favorite home repair station on in the living room. He was always re-doing something, and the house was always in the most modern shape. If I hadn't been here as a kid, I would've thought the house was just built. He had retired from a good job, taken a buyout, and at 63 years old, was in tip top shape: tall, big frame, arms like steel, a soft touch, and heart. Of course, the big cock I knew he had made me a bit jealous of Grandma, being she had what I wanted and probably only used it once or twice a year.

                Breakfast ended, and I asked if they would watch Christy, I had a tennis court time at 11 am, and I didn't want Christy wandering around un-supervised in the facility. Grandma was more than willing to watch my little bundle of love. I went up to the bedroom, and wondered if Grandpa would be turned on by the sight of me in hot pants, with no drawers mind you. My mind was going, but my sex drive got the best of me. I put the panties in my gear bag, and found the shortest shorts I could, with the largest pant legs, and travelled downstairs to the living room. I made it a point to sit opposite Gramps on the couch, minding where Grandma and Christy were. His head turned quickly as my shapely body entered the room. I put my bag away from me, allowing for some sexy maneuvering. I caught his eyes shifting on me as I went through my clothes bag. Placing the bag on the floor between my legs would allow for a good spread, and so my shaven beaver was now ready for viewing. My actions caused me to start flowing a small amount of juice from my very un-used vagina. I went about my normal routine, and than reached over to get the other bag. I spread myself wide, and the feeling of cool air on my privates assured that Grandpa was getting the view of his life. When was the last time a 25 year old girl had afforded him a view this good? I finished the b.s., and got up kissing him good bye. He didn't kiss back, just sat there staring. I guess it worked. I went to the kitchen door, and waited for Christy, so I could bend over and pick her up, which she played right into. Hugging her, than Grandma, and I was off.

                My day was not so inspiring. No normal type guys, and I twisted my ankle a bit, causing me to sit out most of the time. Thank god I had slipped my panties back on in the restaurant bathroom. I sat there with my legs open holding my ankle as another girl from the club wrapped it. What the heck would she have thought looking at my twat in this situation. I left the club, and dragged my ass back to Grandma's. I did stop on the road back, and removed my panties to continue my little game.

                "Hi, I'm back". Christy flew out with a big messy smooch. She was more than adorable, and seemed to have an understanding of things I didn't aquire till I was 11 or 12. Grandpa was out back, doing his thing, and Grandma was in the basement doing laundry. I went to my bedroom, and saw Grandpa nailing some planks to the garage. Deja-vu. Would he give my now experienced mind a peek at that huge tool he hid so well? I no sooner was fantasizing, when he went to the garage corner, and opened his zipper. He literally yanked his tool out, holding it with two or three fingers, and began pissing. God it was huge. I was at least 40 feet away and could see the knob, and about 2 1/2 of thickness. A quick estimate of 12 inches was probably accurate. I wanted something like that in me. Where in god's name does a horny 25 year old divorcee find a tool like this. My toys did the job to an extent, but a hot throbbing piece of meat like that could not be imitated. I made it a point the rest of the day to give ol' Gramps a little show where possible, and after dinner, worked on phase 2, whatever that would be. I knew Grandpa always stayed up late to watch the home repair shows, so if I slept on the couch, I could give him another teasey view. Christy would have to be asleep, and Grandma also. This was going to take some good timing.

                Trying to get Christy to sleep was a problem. She was a light sleeper, and always had to know where I was, so at Grandma's, I kept her in with me, to keep her from wandering. I held her tight, a good hug with her was enough to keep me going. I loved her greatly, and she gave me a will to live. However, mommy had needs she couldn't understand, at least not now, and I would get those needs forfilled whenever possible. I had left the toys at home, so it was finger or nothing I thought. Boy did I think wrong!

                I went downstairs to the couch. I had a long body shirt on, and no under garments. "Do you mind if I sleep here Grandpa, Christy is tossing and turning, and I need some rest". He assured me his house was mine, and got a very light blanket and through it over me. He was in his favorite chair, and I was straight ahead, my feet at him. I floated the blanket over me, leaving my feet exposed. I pretended to nod out for a while, then did some tossing and turning, managing to pull my nighty up to my hips. I nodded again, and made a turn to the back of the couch, pulling the blanket with me. I felt the coolness hit my parts, and new Grandpa had a view, this time for a while. His figeting stopped, and I knew he had seen my nakedness. I managed to get off to sleep, even as my juices were making their appearance aroung my privates.

                I awoke slowly about an hour later I guess, and made sure I stayed in my provoking position. I felt that way, you know when you think you're being spied on. Then I felt some warm air hit my butt, and realized Gramps was right at my sex starved privates. I felt his finger run the lenght of my love slit, then a slurping sound. He was tasting me, and it caused me to get even more wet. I felt his finger rub my exposed rosebud, a gentle circular motion which sent my hormones into a frenzy. He stopped and a deep breath, followed by a slurp, indicated he was playing sniff and scratch. This went on for about 15 minutes, and I heard Gramps return to his chair. I preteneded sleep for about 20 minutes, and made some jerks as if to awake, to give Gramps some time to get himself together before I turned to him. I turned, and found him glued to the TV, watching some cowboy put a car engine together. I smiled and he returned the glance. I had to have some now, but how? I got up and somehow got entangled in my bedsheet, and went down backwards, my feet spread apart and my cunny looking Grandpa in the face. He smiles: "Better keep that covered, even an old geiser like me has some left. I just shuddered. I actually wanted my Grandfather now. I kept them open, pulled my nighty up, and just lay there like a school girl with her first love. He got up, extended a hand, and picked me up. He went upstairs, and came down briskly, making sure Grandma was asleep. I sat in front of him as he unbuckled, and dropped his jeans.

                His briefs were packed with dick, and I wasted no time dropping them. His cock dropped out, hanging almost to his knees. I looked up at his ever patient face, and he whispered "Go ahead Carol, it's alright". I started licking his knob. Then the shaft. Then his love sack. He didn't show any emotion. I took the tool and sort of streched it out, and opened my tiny mouth. If it would only fit. As I started to move onto it, Gramps pushed forward, forcing it down my throat. It just barely fit, and he wasn't even hard yet. I sucked and gasped for air, alternating between given him pleasure and allowing me to breath. He started getting a bit hard, and whatever pee was left in his tube dripped into my mouth, followed my a bit of pre-cum. He slowly ran his massive hand across my bulging cheeks, finally withdrawing his cock and sitting down next to me. I bet you taste as good as you did 25 years ago. I was lost for words. Had he actually done me as a baby? I hugged him, beckoning his hand to touch my now sopping wet zone. He laid me back and spread me just enough for his large face to slip in between. His tongue was wide, and the first stoke across my slit was thorough and slow. He started at my shitter and worked up, stopping at the canal, and ending with his teeth grasping my clit. I had cum twice already, but this manuver had me loss my control. I shuddered, and let out a long fart, that seemed to add to his enjoyment. His next idea gave me the shakes, but I was his. "Carol, when you were little and I changed your diapers, you sometimes poohed while I changed you. You tasted delicious then, and I'll bet you're better now!"   My god, he had me as a child. I just nodded "Yes". Whatever he wished was his. just bury that meat in me.

                He arose and went over to the coffee table, pulling it toward us. He sat down with his back against the couch, and pulled the coffee table over his outstreched legs. He had me get on the table, and squat onto his face, using his hands as rests for me dimpled asscheeks. He then gave me a will to do this. " give me every once of your poop and I'll fill both your holes till you can't take any more". That was a deal not to be refused. He covered my crapper with his huge mouth, and gently massaged my tummy. I pushed a little, feeling his tongue search for my "meal to go". Then a tremendous pull out of my butt caused by a great sucking motion sent my chocolat flowing. It must have been a good sized log, it seemed to flow continuous for about 3 seconds. I looked between my legs, his mouth was still stuck securely to my anal ring. I pushed again, feeling that sence of sucking, and apparently I bust a good wet load, mixed with fat chunks, into his toilet of flesh. He had a problem getting it all down, but still hadn't spilt any on himself. He asked if I had any more, and I sort of shrugged yeah. He wrapped his mouth around my already opened bumhole, and started sucking as I let out with a little difficulty any thing I had left in me. He slurped at my crack, causing me to moan and spill out another load of cum juice. God, his tool hadn't even been in me yet!

                I got down, a bit leg weary, and moved the table away, exposing his hardened meat. It was so big, and reddish, apparently from the sensation he had just experienced. I moved to his chest, and smell the aroma of my feces drift from his mouth, and almost begged for him to keep his half of the deal. He got up, and doggied me over the back of the couch, my exposed love tunnel dripping wet and waiting for that moment. I felt the head as he rubbed my clit, and he moved it slowly up to the dialated lips of my vagina. He slowly pushed in, then retreated, and then entered with a flash, causing my body to wince as his knob hit my cervix. He kept doing this, my eyes watering from both the pain and pleasure. I felt like I was being ripped open, but no rubber cock could ever give me this kind of love. His stokes varied in speed, and he even started angling in, giving me feelings I never had before. After about 15 minutes I guess, my cunny felt sore, the walls of my vagina probably raw, and I asked him to stop for a while. He bent over me, and told me that what was next was a one time treat for me, so I better make the most of it. I turned around sitting facing him as he positioned himself between my limp legs. He just lifted my legs back and told me to hold them open, as he took a jar of some gooey stuff and smeared my freshly emptied asshole with it. It felt cool, and was a relief for the aches around my stretched out private area. He kiss me around the neck area, giving me goosebumps, than back off and started guiding his tool down there again.

                "Oh please Grandpa, go easy I begged" as his huge knob pushed into my tiny anus. I could feel his piss hole grab a piece of my anal ring as he slowly worked the shaft in. He was ever so gentle, as my anal muscles adjusted to the ever widening meat entering. He pulled out about an inch, and again the smell of my feces drifted across my face. I didn't care, I needed all I could get. He got about 6 or 7 inches in, and started a slow rhytm that I didn't mind. My ass was as wide as it had ever been, and I actually started moving in sync with him. His eyes closed, and he started moaning a bit, and his momentem picked up. He whispered "Here's Grandpa's best", looking straight at me as a load of cum the likings I had never felt filled my turdcutter, probably getting halfway to my belly.

                "Mommy, I can't sleep!"

The sound of Christy's voice had made me crumble. Grandpa just turned a bit and kept rubbing his spent knob across my ever so wide and messy anus. I couldn't fight, or do anything for that matter. I had just been satisfied beyond my wildest dreams, and was limp to the touch. As Christy came along side of us, her face just dropped. Her eyes almost popped out of her head. "Oh Mommy, it's a mess there. Grandpa, did you make Mommy mess herself?". Grandpa, with his assuring voice, explained it as I never could have. "Your mommy has needs, and our love for each other helped me forfill them". She sort of "OK"'d it, but she remained silent. Gramps backed off, his massive cock stained with my waste, cum dripping off. He looked me straight in the eyes. "Carol, it's time for you to love Christy like you never have! I gonna get some well needed sleep". He turned away, got his clothes, and his massive frame left. Christy was by now getting intoxicated from the smell of our love. My feces had caused her to gag a bit, but still she managed to sit next to me and smile. I had to get this mess off me, then do as Grandpa had suggested.

                We went to the kitchen, and Christy watched my every move as I cleaned myself. I went through about 4 washclothes, 20 paper towels, and a glassfull of mouthwash. How erotic it was having her watch me clean up. I brought some paper towels back with us, and started hugging her as soon as we hit the couch. I pulled her over me as I sat, her tiny love bulge resting on my tummy. I hugged her so tight, I almost made her pass out. Her panties had gotten a bit wet, her woman nature couldn't hide that from me. For the first time in my relationship with my dauther, I felt love, both motherly and sexual. I started kissing her neck, and her hugging became frantic. Her slit was dampening more and more, and I felt it time to talk about our love.

                "Christy, a woman has needs a bit different from a girl. As a growing girl, you will experience this once in a while. I'm gonna show you the feelings of love, and they may be a bit wierd or dirty to you, but I love you more now then ever and I want you to try and understand". God, I was about to use my own daughter to keep my trip going. Christy just shook her head, her tummy pumping against the heat of my belly. "Do you love me Christy?" "Oh yes Mom" "Let me show you what a woman, or girl needs". I motioned her down between my legs, and spread my aching limbs, exposing my well reamed holes. I asked her to touch me where she would touch herself to feel good. Her hand knew right where to find an already hardened clit. I almost started crying, out of love or arousal I don't know. "Did I hurt you Mommy?" "Oh no, you could never hurt me Christy". My lips were well parted, and Christy was busy looking in, and around my most private parts. "Mommy, there's yucky stuff coming out of your hiney!" Grandpa's load had found the exit door, and my heart started thumping. "That's Grandpa's love juice". Christy backed off, probably the smell was getting a bit too much. "How'd that stuff get in your hiney?" My god, now what? Grandpa put his peepee in there and it just came out into me. "Will you put your finger in there my dear, I want you to love me like that now!" She was a bit hesitant, but she slowly pushed her little index finger in, and pulled it out, amased at the cum all over it. I took her hand and licked the finger clean, and begged her to continue. This went on for about 20 minutes, her little face getting redder from the excitement. I pulled her tiny body back up, removed her panties, and sat her over my mons, gripping her little cheeks. She was red hot, and dripping wet. Could I do to her what had sent me into heaven earlier?

                "Christy, what I'm gonna do to you is a bit dirty, but it will show my love for you. I want you to do it only if you really love me". I had put her in a bind, she had to go along. I got off the couch, layed on the rug, and had Christry squat down over my face. She was a bit unstable, she had lost a bit too much fluid over the last half hour. She looked down between her stick legs, sort of using her cleft as a sight on my awaiting face. "Now what Mommy?" "Christy, please make like you're on the toilet, and I want you to make cocky in my mouth" Her face again dropped. "Mommy, I love you, I can't do that to you". "Oh Christy, it's because I love you so much that I want you to". "But Mommy, it's stinky, I don't want you to get sick!" "Please, please I love you Christy". She turned her her up and forward, and I looked at her for the first time as a sexual thing. Her little mons protruded out quite a bit, her slit was scarlet red, glissoning above my hungry mouth. Her little bum was perfectly round, no stain ring to take away from her youth. She started pushing, her anus opening ever so slightly, and then closing as she would keep trying. "Mommy, I can't". "I'll help you, darling". I spread her tiny asscheeks with one hand, and slowly worked my pinky into her virgin butt, till her anal glands moistened her slop passage. Slowly I twisted my finger, causing her to moan with pleasure only a mother would know, until I felt the first turd pushing back. I withdrew, cupping her rosebud with my "Mommy toilet". I started sucking hard, as Grandpa had done to me, until the taste of bitterness arrived". A short round ball ejected into my mouth, along with a small gas discharge, causing my stomach to start panting like a little girl's on her first kiss. It went down smooth, as a trinkle of pee hit my chin and travelled down to my chest. Before I could get a paper towel, I noticed another brown love piece coming. Her beautiful little rose opened wider than I thought it could, and a long thick log slowly made it's way out, stopping occasionally for her to get her breath. The smell was much worst than I could ever dream of, but the thought of tasting my little girl made me overcome the unpleasantness, I endured. I managed to get most of it in my mouth, and had the push the end in. I noticed Christy had looked down as I did this, and bit her lip, out of digust or sensation I don't know. I chewed the mess, swallowing every last bit, and watched her now stained pooper open again. Some lubricating anal flow was showing, and a very musty order was filling my nostrils. How I could do this with my daughter was beyond me. A last push and a watery mess dripped out, very messy and tasting terrible. How my beautiful girl could be so awful I didn't know.

                Christy got up, and took a paper towel and wiped as best she could. She layed next to me and held me, and I went into my crying mode again. I felt like I had betrayed her trust. She got on top of me and gave me a hug that lasted forever. She brought her lips to mine, like she was defying the taste, and kissed me. Her radiant smile sent my parts reeling. "Mommy, will you always be my girlfriend?" I knew from that day forward, I would never need anyone else, male or female. I wanted to have Christy as my daughter, spouse, and lover.