                        "Statutory" Rape
                         An Erotic Story

     "Statutory rape" is when a person has sex with someone under 
the "age of consent" for a particular state.  In some states, 
this is as old as 18, and in some as young as 12.  Even if the 
young person WANTS to have sex, unless he or she somehow manages 
to get married to the older person, it will be just as bad for 
him (or her) as if the older person actually forced the younger 
one to have sex.  This may not be fair; especially as the laws 
and rules change from state to state, and the "child" is right on 
the ragged edge of being "legal" but it IS the law!  When the 
child is under 12, it's always illegal; even if (s)he's old 
enough to have children; and even if (s)he HAS had children 
already.  When the child is even younger. . . .
     The man in the story knew all this.

     George Morgan looked up at the moaning sound coming from the 
next room.  The couch was arranged in the living-room, so that 
his gaze went directly into the bedroom not 10 feet away.  
Sometime in the night, the door had come ajar, and he could see 
most of his granddaughter's bed, without even moving his head 
more than necessary to lift it from the pillow where he was 
sleeping.
     His daughter-in-law had made up kind of a bed on the couch 
while he spent the two weeks of vacation time visiting his son's 
family.  Until right now though, he hadn't realized how he could 
see into the little girl's bedroom so easily.
     George felt himself getting a hard-on, at the very thought; 
though at first he chided himself for having nasty thoughts about 
his own granddaughters.  Only it was hard to feel guilty, after 
watching the three girls all day long in the micro-mini 
"kinderslut" outfits that seemed to be all the rage for little 
girls to wear these days.  His son and wife had taken the 
opportunity of picking him up at the airport to go shopping in 
the city; and one of the main things they had done was buy new 
clothing for their three children,
     George hadn't even realized that people MADE clothes like 
that for little girls; while it had seemed that sexy clothes 
designed to make innocent little girls look like they all WANTED 
horny old men to shove thick fat pricks up inside their tight 
little holes, was almost the only style of clothing available for 
girls these days.  This was bad enough with Darlene and Melinda; 
who at 10 and 12 were developing tits and nicely rounded hips and 
fannies.  It was hard to believe that dress designers made the 
same type of "pre-teen nympho" outfits for first-graders though.  
Still, after seeing little Kimmy try on outfit after outfit that 
had padding and shape to make even her older sisters' skimpy 
clothing look almost demure, George began to be convinced.
     Thus he had to sit and watch, while the kids tried on one 
sexy outfit after another, until both they and their mother were 
satisfied that it fit perfectly, and looked "good enough" that 
the other kids at school wouldn't tease the kids for being too 
"stodgy".



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     To make matter worse; several times one or the other of his 
cute granddaughters had decided to sit in "Grandpa's" lap, while 
her sister (or sisters) tried on some other outfits.  Not one of 
them seemed to notice his growing erection; even when one of her 
sisters came out from the dressing-room in just panties to get 
another outfit from their mother to try on.
     Then, to top the whole thing off, he had ridden the whole 40 
miles back from the city, in the back seat of the car, with 
little Kimmy sitting on his lap, because the car only had two 
seats in front, and three in the rear.  The knowledge that the 
little girl only had a soft pair of cotton panties under her 
short skirt; separating her little cunny from the prick that was 
almost poking a hole in HIS pants, was incredibly erotic.  Thank 
goodness the little girl hadn't said anything; even when his 
erection became obvious.  Kimmy had just shifted position, until 
the bulge in her grandfather's prick fit a little more 
comfortably between her legs, and hadn't said a word.  She HAD 
tended to shift back and forth a little more often than seemed to 
be necessary for the bumpy road though.  By the time they got to 
his son's house, the front of George's pants were soaking wet, 
and he wondered if all of it was from what leaked out of his 
prick.  He didn't DARE feel the little girl up though, to see if 
her panties were as wet as his.  It was bad enough to have felt 
the little girl's skin against his, all the way home.
     Remembering this, the man's prick grew so hard it almost 
ached.  George was tempted to jack-off; though he didn't want to 
wake the little girl sleeping in the next room, or to shock her 
by seeing her grandfather's fat prick squirting white sticky 
stuff all over his hands.  For a moment, George was almost 
tempted to go in the little girl's bedroom, and see if she 
objected to him crawling into bed with her.  "Geeze," he wondered 
at his own thoughts.  "What kind of pervert am I getting to be?  
The little kid's only seven years old, for Christ's sake.  Now if 
it was her big sisters. . . ."
     George halted that line of thought, before he squirted sperm 
all over the sheets without even touching himself.  At 10 and 12 
years old, the Kimmy's two older sisters WERE definitely at the 
stage of life that could be called, "nubile."  They were not only 
"jailbait" like their little sister, but with their swelling 
bosoms and hips, it was obvious that the two kids would soon have 
to either stop wearing such outfits, or their mother would have 
to put them on the pill, as two such delectable creatures would 
have all the boys (and men, George reminded himself) trying to 
get in their cute little panties.  And if they kept on flaunting 
themselves like that, George was sure that at least SOME of those 
who tried, would succeed.  God, how he wished he was young enough 
to be one of the lucky ones!  Even though 52 wasn't really all 
THAT old, George knew that to cute little girls like these, he 
would seem to be FAR too old for sexual fun-and-games.  Still, HE 
could dream, couldn't he?
     The moan that had awakened him earlier, was repeated.






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     Now George could see most of the little girl's bed, without 
even moving his head.  To his surprise, most of the little girl's 
blankets seemed to have been kicked-off during the night, and he 
could see two bare legs, the hint of a cunny-mound, and bare skin 
almost up to the child's chest, before the door blocked his view.  
Damn!  His little granddaughter slept in the nude!  George's 
groan almost echoed the one he had heard earlier.
     Still, it WAS getting colder; even though it wasn't even 
really fall yet.  George got up to cover the little girl up, so 
she wouldn't freeze.  That's all he intended to do.  (Oh, 
OK . . . So he figured he might sneak a peek at the little girl 
while he did.  George was NOT planning on molesting his own 
granddaughter.  At least, not then.)
     Only when he reached the little girl's bedroom, and saw what 
was going on, he could no more have covered her up and gone back 
to bed, than he could have lifted the whole house with one hand.
     Once he got inside the door, George was frozen in place at 
the erotic sight.  His little "innocent" 7-year-old granddaughter 
Kimmy, was spread out naked on the bed, with two fingers sliding 
in and out of her tiny little slit, while she masturbated herself 
in her sleep!  SOMEBODY must have taught the little girl about 
the pleasures of masturbation extremely well, for her to be doing 
it in her dreams.  Most little girls didn't start having erotic 
dreams like that until they were as old as the little girl's 
sisters, Darlene and Melinda.  Whatever.  Maybe it HAD been one 
of her sisters who taught her.  In any case, her grandfather 
could no more have done anything to make the little girl stop, 
than he could have un-taught her how much fun it was.  His own 
prick was leaking pre-cum and possibly even some sperm at the 
very thought of how this little girl seemed to already enjoy sex, 
at an age when HE hadn't even known there was such a thing.  
Since standing there in only underpants, and a raging hard-on 
wasn't THAT much less obscene than being naked, and he felt he 
just HAD to get his prick out far enough to "handle" it, (like 
the little girl was "handling HER problem") George just stepped 
out of them, instead of letting his prick poke through the hole 
in the front.  He knew he was going to get in trouble for this, 
but by now all sanity had left him.  The outfits, the teasing, 
the feel of little-girl sitting on his lap, and finally the sight 
of his own granddaughter masturbating in her sleep, was too much 
for him.  George was going to jack-off too; and in the nastiest 
way possible, by squirting thick white cum all over the little 
girl when SHE came.  He could only hope the feel of cum 
splattering on her bare body didn't wake the child up.  Once he 
had cum, George figured he could surreptitiously wipe the little 
girl up, under the excuse he was just pulling the covers back 
over her body, if she awoke when he did.  If he didn't get away 
with it, then he didn't.  George was too horny to care all that 
much.  It wasn't HIS fault that the little girl had been teasing 
him, ever since he met her when he got off the plane.







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     Carefully, George timed his strokes to the (by now almost 
frantic) hip-bumps of his horny little granddaughter.  George 
wanted to cum at the same time the little girl did, and had moved 
closer to the bed, so he could squirt his sperm all over the 
little girl when she came.  He knew it would probably be safest, 
if he just squirted it on her tummy, but George couldn't resist 
the temptation; and aimed his prick right where the little girl's 
hand was working almost frantically now.
     The thought of Kimmy cumming while he did, and working his 
sperm up inside her body with her own fingers was too much to 
resist.  Almost there . . . almost . . . almost!  George felt the 
tingling in his prick that he knew presaged his squirting thick 
white sperm all over his granddaughter's body.  Gritting his 
teeth, he held back; but not before at least one tiny drop of cum 
oozed in a thick white drop from the tip; before dropping wetly 
on the elbow of the child straining on the bed.
     It may have been that.  Or, it might have been the cool 
breeze blowing across the bedroom, or the hint that somebody else 
was in the bedroom with her, or even the fact that she had been 
straining; trying to reach orgasm; for over ten minutes, that 
woke the little girl up.  It might have been any of these things, 
or all of them, or none of them.  What mattered, is that she DID 
wake up.
     Kimmy Morgan looked up from her bed, at the old man staring 
at her.  She didn't seem to be shocked that her grandfather was 
as naked as she was; with a truly magnificent erection in his 
hand; oozing yet another thick white drop of the same stuff that 
had dripped on her elbow.  The little girl was still half-asleep; 
and still half in her dream, where she was about to get fucked 
for the first time.  This was almost like her dream.
     "Are you going to fuck me, Grandpa?" she asked; spreading 
her legs in an open invitation.
     Only a saint could have resisted; and George was no saint.  
"Uhuh," he said; climbing on the bed; and getting between the 
little girl's legs.  If she had objected, or even indicated that 
she was surprised at what he was doing, it probably would have 
been enough to shock some sense into the older man, but she 
didn't.  Kimmy just spread her legs even wider; as if it was 
normal for a man to climb into bed with his seven year old 
granddaughter and stick his cum-dribbling prick right up inside 
her cute little body.  "Oh," she said, "I thought so."  Kimmy 
seemed more interested than shocked or even aroused by the 
thought of her grandfather putting the thing he peed out of, 
inside the part of her body SHE peed out of.
     George, on the other hand, was too involved in trying NOT to 
ejaculate, before he got inside the little girl, to pay much 
attention to anything else.  As it was, he had barely placed the 
tip of his prick NEAR the little girl's opening, when a thick 
white jet spurted involuntarily out of his prick; right across 
the child's vagina in an obscene "splat."  It was only by 
gritting his teeth and closing his eyes, that George managed to 
keep from letting the little girl have all the rest of the sperm 
rumbling in his balls, without even getting inside her.




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     When he opened them again, somehow having regained control, 
George saw his granddaughter looking at the white streak that 
dribbled into her open hole, and across her firm white tummy.  
"Is that your sperm?" she asked; dipping a finger in the white 
goo, before rubbing it on her swollen clitty.  "It looks sticky.  
Are you going to put it inside me?"
     George was barely able to groan in answer; pushing his prick 
up against the child's hole by way of response.  He knew that if 
he DIDN'T get inside the little girl fairly quickly, then he 
would NOT be fucking her that night, as his sperm would be all 
over the outside of the child's tummy, instead of inside her 
where it belonged.  To come THIS close to fucking his 
granddaughter, without actually getting inside her, would be far 
worse punishment than anything her parents would do to him for 
actually fucking the little girl.  Especially, when Kimmy seemed 
to want it, almost as much as he did.
     "Oooohh!" said both incestuous lovers at once; as the head 
of the older man's prick slipped inside the tiny little hole 
between the child's legs.
     It was only the incredible tightness making him almost have 
to force each inch of oversized (for a little girl anyway) prick 
into the child, that kept George from cumming the second he got 
inside her.
     Kimmy, on the other hand, was both aroused by the fact that 
someone was finally sticking his cock in her tiny little unused 
hole, and slightly uncomfortable at feeling something that huge 
go inside her; where nothing bigger than her fingers had ever 
been before.  "Oh," she grunted; then grunted again, "Oh.  that 
hurts a little."  Still, she didn't ask her grandfather to stop.
     George wasn't about to stop anyway.  By now, only hearing 
his little granddaughter screaming with pain, would have made his 
prick shrink enough to make him want to pull out.  He WAS going 
to fuck the little girl now, whether she wanted to or not.  Only 
AFTER he had filled the child with his sperm, would George be 
able to think rationally about the consequences of his raping his 
own granddaughter.  By golly, it sure didn't FEEL like rape; 
though when he finished his mind would remind him that would be 
what people called it, no matter HOW much the little girl wanted 
it.
     "Ow!" said Kimmy, when her grandfather's prick had vanished 
almost halfway inside her.  That hurt!
     "Oh."  George looked down at the juncture of their two 
bodies.  A little over three inches had disappeared into the 
little girl's body, while almost the same amount remained 
outside.  He knew he could cum easily, with just the amount he 
had inside her.  The feeling of the child's vagina squeezing on 
even half of his prick, was better than anything he had felt in 
years.  George knew he didn't have to break the child's 
virginity, if she didn't want to lose it.  Just being inside her 
THIS far, was better than being all the way up inside most women.  
"Do you want me to stop?" he asked.  Both occupants of the be 
knew he didn't mean stop fucking, but stop from breaking the 
little girl's virginity.




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     "No," said Kimmy; wincing a little when she pushed back at 
her older lover.  "But why does it have to hurt?"  She didn't 
pull away though; even when she felt her insides stretch almost 
to the tearing point.
     "It HAS to hurt, the first time," pointed out George.  "I've 
got to break your 'cherry', if I'm going to get all the way up 
inside you."
     "Oh," said Kimmy; then, "Oh!" as there was a ripping 
sensation, and her grandfather's prick vanished into her body, on 
a film of her secretions, his pre-cum, and the ejaculate already 
spilled inside her.  "Oh," she remarked again, "that smarts."
     The two incestuous lovers looked down where the 52-year-old 
man's thick prick vanished into the obscenely stretched little 
cunny of the 7-year-old girl.
     "It doesn't hurt so much now Grandpa," said Kimmy.  "Can we 
fuck now?"
     Well, George tried.  The man slid his prick out about three 
inches, then back inside his little lover.  Kimmy only winced 
slightly, when he did this.
     Only the feeling of his little granddaughters' tight little 
cunny squeezing and milking on his prick was too much for the 
older man, while the slight pain of her lost virginity was enough 
to steal her rising orgasm from his younger partner.  George 
began squirting and jerking inside the little girl, while his 
prick spasmed out of control; filling the child's womb for the 
first time with jet after thick white jet of a man's potent seed.  
This would not be the last time, for little Kimmy though.
     Kimmy felt her grandfather stiffen; as his sliding in and 
out of her vagina suddenly became slicker.  Then George almost 
collapsed on top of the little girl, while his swollen prick 
slowly shrank inside her.
     "Oh shit!"
     The sudden exclamation was echoed by both parties.  George 
said it because he finally realized what he had done; now that 
his prick wasn't doing all his thinking for him.  He had just 
raped his own granddaughter; actually fucking the little 
7-year-old, and squirting his sperm right up in the child's womb.  
Kimmy, on the other hand, had just realized that her grandfather 
was finished fucking; while she was still teetering on the edge 
of her orgasm.  "Oh, why did you stop?" she said; almost crying 
on her grandfather's shoulders.
     At first, George thought the little girl was crying for her 
lost innocence or virginity, before he heard her pleas about "not 
stopping."
     Well, the old man might be a child-rapist, but he was NOT 
unfeeling.  His wife had taught him YEARS before, that it just 
wasn't NICE to leave a woman hanging.  So George did his best 
(which was pretty good for a little girl).  Using his fingers to 
stroke the little girl's clitty; rubbing white greasy cum up and 
down the swollen nub, he soon had the child bucking and squirming 
underneath him, while she finally reached the climax she had been 
working for, for over an hour.  "Thanks, Grandpa," she said, when 
it finally became obvious to both of them that she was satisfied.  
"Can we do it again, tomorrow?"



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     George only sighed.  He knew that by tomorrow he would be in 
jail; being fingerprinted and getting ready to spend most of the 
rest of his life there.  Still, it had almost been worth it.  At 
least he didn't have to feel guilty about hurting the little 
girl, if she was wanting him to do it again.
     Also, he didn't have to worry about her getting pregnant; 
unlike the chance he would have been taking if it had been one of 
her older sisters that he had chosen to seduce (only it had felt 
a lot more like Kimmy was seducing him).
     Of course, SOME people figured it was worse  to be fucking 
someone as young as Kimmy, no matter HOW much she wanted it, than 
to fuck one of her older sisters and actually get the girl 
pregnant.  "Old enough to bleed, is old enough to breed," went 
the old saw.  George sighed.  At least Kimmy was too young to 
have to worry about that; and there wasn't any point to making 
the little girl worry about the other.
     "If I'm still here, and you still want to," he replied.  At 
least, he wasn't lying that way.  George snuggled up to the 
little girl, and pulled the covers over both of them.  If he was 
going to jail the next day, he figured he might as well enjoy 
sleeping with the child at least once.  For sure he'd never get 
another chance.
     It was after 2:00 in the morning, when George had to get up 
and go pee.  On looking at his couch, then looking at the little 
girl's bedroom next to the bathroom, he looked back and forth 
between the two a long time, before making a decision.  George 
figured there was no way he would be able to hide what he had 
done the night before; raping his own granddaughter in her own 
bed, while her parents and two older sisters slept right down the 
hall.  If nothing else, the child's bloody sheets would give him 
away; even if he could convince Kimmy to not tell anyone.  
Besides, George may have been a child-raping pervert, but he was 
NOT going to frighten his granddaughter, and try to keep her from 
telling the truth about what he had done.  Since he couldn't hide 
it, and he figured the child would probably tell her parents in 
the morning, George figured he might as well spend the night with 
the little girl, since she didn't seem to mind; and his ass would 
be grass in the morning.  Why try to hide what everybody would 
eventually know anyway?  So George slipped back into bed with the 
little girl; pulling the blankets up over both of them.  Kimmy 
seemed to have a penchant for kicking off her covers, even on 
cool night like this.  (After all, isn't that what had gotten him 
into trouble in the first place?)
     George found it hard to sleep; thinking bout the troubles 
he'd face in the morning.  People are just not NICE to dirty old 
men who rape little girls (OK . . . so it wasn't really "rape".  
Statutory rape carried the same penalties).
     Rape or not, people (especially people in prison) are not 
nice to men who fuck little girls.  Besides his worries keeping 
him awake, the soft breathing and slight movements of the child's 
body lying naked in bed next to him were incredibly sensual.  So, 
in spite of his worries about what people might say in the 
morning, George found himself getting aroused again.  He couldn't 
help it.  It was either that, or get out of bed, and go back to 
his lonely couch.


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     Ten minutes after returning to the child's bedroom, George 
found himself with another erection, as he snuggled up to the 
sleeping little girl.
     George didn't want to wake his granddaughter up; he figured 
he had disturbed her sleep enough for one night.  On the other 
hand; there was something he had always wanted to do; and 
(considering what would happen tomorrow) he probably would never 
get the chance to do again. . . .
     Sliding down about six inches in the bed, George moved his 
body so his pre-cum dribbling prick was right next to the 
sleeping child's vagina, that was still oozing sperm from when he 
had cum inside her earlier that night.  Then, swabbing his prick 
in the ooze, he inched it up inside the little girl.  George was 
fucking his granddaughter in her sleep.
     There was only a slight shudder from the child, as his 
swollen member slid past her torn virginity.  Then the old man 
was buried to the hilt in the child's body.  God, did it feel 
good inside there.  For over five minutes, George simply rested 
with his prick being massaged by the length of the child's tight 
little tunnel.  Then, he slowly began sliding in and out.  At 
first, it was only a half-inch or so.  Then it got longer and 
longer, until he was sliding half, then almost all of his thick 
prick in and out of the little girl.  Faster and faster he went.  
This time George was going to enjoy a nice LONG screw; not being 
so oversexed from not having a "piece" for over three years.
     George was finally getting close again, when his jerking and 
sliding inside her woke Kimmy up.  "Grandpa?" she asked; pushing 
back each time the older man's thick prick slid inside her, "are 
you fucking me?"
     "Uhuh.  Do you like it?"  George didn't slow down his 
thrusts to wait for her answer.  If Kimmy DIDN'T like it, she'd 
just have to wait until he ejaculated inside her anyway.  Since 
he was going to be put away for statutory-rape, George figured he 
wouldn't get much worse for the real thing.  Besides, Kimmy 
hadn't objected to anything he had done yet.
     She didn't now.  "Uhuh," the little girl replied; pushing 
her body back at her grandfather, almost as hard as he was 
jabbing into her.  "It feels real good, Grandpa, I . . . I . . . 
Ieeeeek!"
     With a little shriek, that lifted the man's hair on his 
head, the little girl began jerking and thrashing alongside him, 
while her already incredibly tight little tunnel began squeezing 
on his prick in an unmistakable manner.  George hadn't even known 
that little 7-year-old girls could climax previous to tonight, 
and even seeing the child masturbating, or getting off on his 
fingers hadn't prepared him for feeling the little girl cum with 
his prick inside her.  Even if he had known, George would have 
figured that he would cum first, as he had been sliding his 
swollen prick in and out of the child for over half an hour. 
George grit his teeth, and rode right through the child's orgasm.  
He figured he owed it to Kimmy, after "blowing his cool" inside 
her earlier.  Only when she finally slowed down, and her 
incredibly tight squeezes on his prick eased to just the gentle 
clamping of a little girl, did the man start stroking for HIS 
climax.


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     Only Kimmy wasn't finished!  Feeling her grandfather's prick 
swelling inside her, as he prepared to shoot even more life-
giving sperm inside her, caused the child to climax again!  
George felt his granddaughter's hole clamp down on his prick 
right while a thick gob of cum was rippling through the tube on 
the bottom.  Then again, and yet again!  George had NEVER felt 
anything like it.  He felt as though the feeling of the little 
girl climaxing around his prick made him squirt more sperm inside 
the child than he would have believed he had available for six or 
even seven lovemaking sessions.  And Kimmy kept right up with 
him!
     The little girl had never HAD multiple orgasms before; 
always working herself off on her fingers, until she came once.  
Feeling her grandfather spasm inside her, with his thick prick 
filling up her cunny hole so well, made the little girl cum like 
she hadn't know she could.  By the time her grandfather's thick 
prick stopped belching her tummy full of incestuous cum, the 
little girl Had not one, not two, but THREE enormous climaxes, 
with her own grandfather filling her tiny little womb with baby-
making cum.  And each one of those mind-boggling climaxes had 
been bigger than any she had ever felt on her own fingers.  Kimmy 
didn't know how she was EVER going to get along, once her 
grandfather had to go home from his vacation.  She'd just have to 
ask her parents for help.
     "Ooooh, thank you!" both incestuous lovers said at once, 
then giggled at hearing their response in real-time.
     Later that night, George DID managed to fuck his 
granddaughter in her sleep; as having four big climaxes had left 
the child too sleepy to wake up; even when her grandfather 
started squirting a third helping of incestuous cum in her 
welcoming young womb.  That time, George just went to sleep with 
the covers pulled over both of them, and his prick still leaking 
thick white cum in his granddaughter's belly.  Tomorrow was 
coming, and he might as well get what rest he could.  After 
finally cumming three times in his sexy little granddaughter, 
George felt that any punishment he got would be well worth the 
pleasure he had just received.  Later he might not feel this way; 
but for now, George was content.  They could only hang him once; 
and he wouldn't have missed this night for anything.

     The next morning Marie passed her daughters' bedrooms; 
yelling into each of them, "Breakfast in 20 minutes!  Anyone not 
dressed and bathed, doesn't get any!"
     The woman never seemed to notice that the lump in her 
youngest daughter's bed was much bigger than would usually be 
made by a 7 year old little girl.  She seemed to think that her 
father-in-law was in the bathroom, where actually one of the 
older girls was already taking a shower.  "That goes for you too, 
Pops," she yelled at the closed door; before heading back into 
the kitchen.







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     Peeking out of the covers at his escape, George looked until 
the beautiful woman vanished into the kitchen, then hurriedly 
scrambled into the living-room to pick up his scattered clothes, 
and head for the bathroom.  He didn't realize that he was going 
in there completely naked, until his oldest granddaughter came 
out in a similar condition.  The 12-year-old, surprisingly, 
wasn't even embarrassed at coming from the shower naked, and 
meeting her grandfather on the way in, the same condition.
     When George got out of the shower, and finished shaving, he 
found that Kimmy's room, like that of her two sisters, and even 
the couch, had been stripped of bedding, and the washing machine 
was making rumbling noises in the basement.  Somehow he had 
managed to escape; as his daughter-in-law had NOT noticed the 
stains on her little girl's bedding.  Or at least if she had, 
Marie hadn't said a word.  Perhaps, she thought the sheets had 
come from one of her older daughter's bedroom, by the time she 
got them downstairs, and just figured one of the girls was having 
her period or something.  Perhaps.  Somehow George had gotten off 
Scott-free.
     He should have known better.  Of course, he didn't know 
about Kimmy's "problem"; figuring that the little girl wouldn't 
want to get her grandfather in trouble; especially after enjoying 
what they had done together so much.  Only that WAS Kimmy's 
problem.  She didn't want to get her grandfather in trouble; she 
just wanted to keep ON doing what they did the previous night, 
even AFTER her grandfather's vacation was up.  Since the old man 
hadn't acted as if there was anything wrong, or even unusual 
about a 50+ year old man climbing in bed with a 7 year old little 
girl and fucking her, not 20 feet from her parents' bedroom, the 
child never even suspected that it could cause trouble if anyone 
found out.  And George never thought to warn her.  Heck, her 
grandfather had so expected to be caught, that he never even 
suspected that telling Kimmy or not would make any difference.  
Now it was too late.
     "Momma, Grandpa fucked me last night."  The little girl's 
voice was as matter-of-fact as if she was announcing that it had 
rained the night before.
     George almost choked on his coffee.  "This was it," he 
figured, "Goodbye comfort; hello jail."
     Only Marie didn't seem to have understood her daughter.  
"That's nice," she said; bending over to get a bigger pot.  "Did 
you have fun?"
     "Uhuh, Grandpa fucked me real good."
     "Oh.  Well go eat now; we'll talk about it later."  Marie 
kept right on fussing with the breakfast cereal, just as if her 
daughter had been telling her about some doll she played with. 
George couldn't believe it.  Marie somehow had misunderstood her 
little girl, and he had once again somehow escaped the axe.  Now 
if he could only warn Kimmy NOT to repeat what she had just said 
after breakfast, then he just MIGHT be able to spend the rest of 
his life in happy retirement, instead of in jail as a child-
raping pedophile.  The little girl sure didn't LOOK like a child 
who had just been raped by her own grandfather.




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     For the next 20 minutes, not much more was said besides, 
"Pass the butter," or similar requests.  It was only after 
breakfast was dying down, and George, Mike, and Marie were all 
sitting around enjoying a last cup of coffee, that conversation 
opened up.  And that conversation was mostly about crops, prices, 
and other items of interest to a farming community.
     It wasn't until a break in the conversation, when nobody 
else seemed to have anything to say, that Kimmy spoke up again; 
loudly this time, to get her siblings attention, as well as that 
of her father.  "Grandpa fucked me last night," she repeated 
proudly.
     "That's nice," said Mike, sipping coffee from behind his 
newspaper.  For a second, George though his son had misunderstood 
his daughter, just like the little girl's mother had seemed to 
earlier.  Only the man's next words showed that both he AND his 
wife had heard the little girl the first time.  "Did he cum 
inside you?" he asked.
     Oh shit.  George figured he was dead.
     "Uhuh," said Kimmy proudly.  "Grandpa fucked me REAL good.  
He came in me three times last night."
     Here George had thought the little girl was sleeping, the 
third time he fucked her.  Well, maybe she had just waken up 
enough to know her grandfather was cumming inside her, and then 
went back to sleep when she realized what it was.
     "Well, I suppose if your father is going to be sleeping in 
Kimmy's room, we don't need to make up the couch again tonight, 
do we?" observed Marie.
     Mike just grunted agreement; and kept on reading the paper.
     "Now just because your Grandpa is sleeping in YOUR room, I 
don't want you hogging your grandfather to yourself," instructed 
Marie.  "Your sisters are going to want to fuck him too, now that 
they both know that you are.  So I don't want you to be a pig; 
just because Grandpa George fucked you first.  OK?"
     "Yes Momma."
     The woman turned her eyes on her other two offspring.  "And 
that goes for both of you horny sluts as well," she said.  "Just 
because you're both older, having periods, and might want to have 
your grandfather get you pregnant, doesn't mean either of you two 
can monopolize your grandfather either.  Since Kimmy was the one 
who first got him started by fucking her, it wouldn't be fair if 
you didn't let your little sister have your grandfather in bed 
with her, just as much as either of you two do."
     "Yes Mother."  The almost identical sighs of the 10 and 12 
year old girls showed that Darlene and Melinda had been planning 
on doing just that.
     George never DID go home from his vacation.











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