Madelyn's Curiosity
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Mg 11, grandfather/granddaughter, 1st, incest, oral, mast, heavy petting, con

A fifty two year old man struggles with his feelings toward young girls, and a long overdue visit with his daughter puts him perilously close to his eleven year old granddaughter.

Chapter One

The cabin lights slowly flickered, then came on, while the chief steward made his announcement over the constant drone of the air rushing past the fuselage of the Boeing 747-400 at 420 knots. I could sense the small change in pressure on my ear drums as the large airplane, still over the North Atlantic headed for Northern Ireland, started its gradual descent from its overnight cruising altitude of 45,000 feet. All eastbound planes flew at an odd altitude while westbound ones flew at an even altitude, thus maintaining a safe separation.

"Good morning ladies and gentlemen, United Airlines flight 81 will be arriving in Manchester England in one hour. Breakfast will be served shortly." I hit the button to move my seat from the sleep position to upright and threw off the blanket. The female flight attendant handed me a menu.

"Coffee or tea Mr. Robinson?" she asked.

"Coffee please, with cream - no sugar."

She came back a few minutes later with a cup of coffee.

"What would you like for breakfast?"

I glanced at the Business Class menu. "I'll have the red pepper quiche with tri-color potatoes please."

Later, as I ate breakfast, I continued my internal struggle that started six months ago when, at my daughter's insistence, I agreed to fly over and visit with her and my eleven year old granddaughter, Madelyn. I hadn't seen my granddaughter for three years, and was worried how I would react to being so near an eleven year old girl.

FOR THE LAST fifteen years Nathan had been a closet pedophile, lusting after any pubescent girl he saw. Summers were spent at his HOA pool watching the young girls in their swimsuits, admiring the gentle swells of their small breasts, their slim waists, and developing behinds; occasionally being rewarded with a camel toe formed with plump labia. He always had a magazine lying in his lap, hiding his constant erection. When the pool was closed, he would correspond with three fellow pedophiles, swapping photos of young girls in provocative poses or the occasional illicit video, his favorite, providing hours of masturbation. He knew he would never force any girl to do anything, and, as he was never in close contact with young girls, he would remain an armchair pedophile. But being in such close proximity to his granddaughter Nathan would be fraught with temptations, dark and illicit temptations, and he didn't know if he could resist them.

AS I EXITED CUSTOMS I saw my daughter, Stella, waiting with my granddaughter, Maddy, by her side. As soon as Maddy saw me, her eyes lit up and she ran over and flung herself at me. I caught her, cradling her firm little pantied bum in both hands, her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.

"Gramps, haven't seen you for ages!" she said, as she peppered me with kisses.
Her aroma filled my senses and the feeling of her young body next to mine, small firm breasts pushing against me, was almost too much. I felt stirrings in my loin. Damn, this was going to be a tough two weeks!

"Hello gorgeous, my, have you grown! What happened to my little granddaughter?"

She giggled.

I kissed Stella on her cheek, "Hi there Stella, thanks for picking me up."

We walked to Stella's car with Maddy's hand in mine; while I walked, Maddy skipped. On the way to Stella's house in Knutsford, my daughter got me up to speed on how her life was, and how Maddy was doing at school; all the time I was snatching little glances at my granddaughter who was looking out the window. Her dress had ridden up some, and I could see her pink cotton panties coddling a plump pussy. I made sure my daughter didn't see my erection or it would most certainly be a quick U-turn back to the airport.

As we pulled into her driveway, Madelyn quickly exited the car and opened my door.

"C'mon gramps, I wanna show you my room," she said tugging at my arm. I followed her inside and upstairs to her bedroom.

"Look gramps, you like my new wallpaper?" she asked. "And my new bed Mom bought with the money you sent for my birthday?"

"Yes sweetheart, they look wonderful," I replied as Stella walked in.

"Let gramps alone for a while Maddy, he'll want to take a nap as I'm sure he's tired."
Madelyn had a frown on her face. "Okay Mom."


Later I was being woke up with gentle nudges, getting less gentler at Maddy's impatience.

"Wake up gramps!" she said.

As I opened my eyes I saw a pair of sparkling blue eyes peering back at me through a mess of hazel colored hair.

"What time is it?" I asked rubbing my eyes.

"Two o'clock gramps, c'mon sleepy head, get up."

Wow! I had slept almost five hours. I threw the covers back, forgetting all I had on were my boxers with my semi-hard cock inside. Maddy stared at the obvious bulge, then blushed a little and turned away. I quickly pulled on a pair of loose fitting cargo pants and a plain white tee-shirt. I followed my granddaughter downstairs, where Stella was removing the clean, dry clothes from the clothesline in the back garden.

"Oh, you're up Dad; thought you'd sleep longer."

"I had a little alarm clock, your daughter." I heard Maddy laughing in the house.

"That little minx," Stella said with a smile.


At nine, Stella told Madelyn to get ready for bed. Madelyn ignored her, carrying on watching television.

"Madelyn, bed, now or gramps won't tuck you in."

At that threat Madelyn jumped up and raced upstairs. I followed a few minutes later and, through her partly open door, I could see her back as her hands unhooked her bra and dropped it on the chair. The sight of my eleven year old granddaughter standing there wearing only a pair of full cut pink panties, and with her narrow shoulders and small waist that flared gently to her stupendous little bum, was all a sane man could take. My erection made it known that it liked what it saw. She pulled her nightshirt over her head and let it drop; it came to mid thigh. I knocked on the door.

"Come in gramps," she said as she jumped on her bed. I walked in and sat beside her, leaned over and gave her a kiss on her forehead.

"Nighty night Maddy, don't let the bed bugs bite."

She threw her arms around my neck and kissed me on my mouth. I was shocked at how sensual if felt to have a pair of small, but full lips touch mine.

"Night gramps. We're gonna have so much fun while you're here."

I closed the door and went back downstairs where Stella was doing some ironing. I sat at the kitchen table and watched her. Then she looked up at me and said something that shook me to my core.

"Remember when we all lived in America and I used to get in the shower with you. I was ten, I think and from us showering together I got to see what a grown man's body looked like. All the girls at school had no idea what they were talking about when the subject of a man's penis arose."

"Yes . . . I remember," I said, my quickly growing penis hidden from view. I did remember it vividly, particularly in later life when I became obsessed with young girls' bodies.

"You know Dad, Maddy's at that age when she is starting to get curious. She sometimes showers with me and asks questions about my body and what hers will look like. Would you be okay with the idea of letting her shower with you?"

Oh my dear God in heaven, help me please! There's no way I can shower with my granddaughter without getting a raging erection. I don't want Maddy going back to my daughter telling her that my cock was hard the entire time she showered with me.

"That may not be a good idea Stella. What happens if I get an erection?"

"Just be honest with her Dad; she needs to know these things. Please, will you? It would mean so much to me!" she pleaded. Damn! I couldn't turn down an opportunity to see my granddaughter's young body; maybe even touch her with the pretense of washing her.

"Okay, if you insist. Do you think she wants to?"

"Why do you think I asked you to pay us a visit?"

Well bloody hell! I'll go to the foot of our stairs!


Chapter Two

The next morning, I had just gotten into the shower in the family bathroom and was about to turn the water on, when I heard some whispering. Looking through the frosted glass shower door I saw the small shape of Maddy walking toward me and the bathroom door closing. The shower door opened and my eleven year old granddaughter stepped in. I gasped as I saw her naked body, petite breasts sitting on each side of her chest, pink areolae and sweet little beaded nipples on top. She stood there with her hands in front of her crotch, looking at the tiled floor and I was totally smitten. I had seen naked eleven year old girls on photos and in videos but they paled in comparison to seeing one in the flesh and Maddy was absolutely gorgeous!

"Maddy, you have such a perfect body," I said as I moved her hands away from her crotch, "it's a shame to hide it."

She had a flat almost concave tummy that emphasized the size of her mons, devoid of hair except her natural body hair. It was quite large for such a petite girl, her plump pussy filled the oh-so-sexy space between the top of her thighs; little creases on each side and the most beautiful pudendum I had ever seen. It started with a depression at the top and its rounded edges of her cleft ran all the way between her legs and disappeared into her bum crack. It was an astounding sight!

I lifted her chin up, "You're beautiful sweetheart, and I love you," I whispered.

She put her arms around my waist and hugged me, trapping my erect cock between her breasts. She gasped as she felt it and backed away.

"It's so big gramps," she said wide eyed, "why does it have to be this big?" Oh God! Stella warned me of this and then I remembered what she told me - "be honest".

"Well, it has to be this hard so it will slide into a woman vagina. You do know what a vagina is don't you?"

"Yes, I do know what a vagina is . . . and a clitoris . . . and testicles, you muppet."

"So, if was soft it wouldn't go in would it?"

She thought about that for a second and her little nod told me she understood. I turned the water on and, after getting us both wet, turned it back off and started soaping her body; something I'm sure my daughter didn't anticipate but I didn't care, I wanted to feel her young body under my hands. Maddy never once stopped me as I washed her breasts; feeling her areolae go from soft to puffed and her nipples firm up into little hard beads. My granddaughter was getting aroused. She gasped as my wet fingers washed between her legs, rubbing past her clit and the opening to her vagina, ending up rubbing her anus and cheeks.

"Nice gramps," she murmured, "now it's my turn to wash you."

She soaped up her little hands and started at my shoulders and worked her way down my back, between my cheeks, making sure she rubbed my anus, down to my ankles. I turned around and little fingers washing my nipples made me tingle, my erection twitched, surprising Maddy.

"Did you do that gramps?" she asked looking at it. I made it twitch again.

She shrieked. "You did do it!"

She put both hands around my shaft and washed it; then she washed the end and finally my testicles. I couldn't hold back any longer, the sight of my naked eleven year old granddaughter, touching her breasts and pussy and feeling her hands around my cock was just too much. I spurted hard, splashing my hot cum on Maddy's chest and tummy, I could only stand there, bracing myself against the walls of the shower as my cum splattered onto my granddaughter's body.

Maddy didn't move, she just stood there with her hands on my hips as she watched me unload an inordinate amount of semen onto her body. Finally, when I was done and my now flaccid cock hung down in front of my left leg, she spoke.

"Oh gramps, that was a lot of cum; it's all over me!" she said looking down at my white liquid running down onto her crotch and down both of her legs.

"Sorry, Maddy, I couldn't help it, you really got me turned on, you have such a sexy body . . . and by the way where did you learn that it was cum?"

"My friend Susan told me about it and we watched something on the Internet."

"Wow, you watch porn?"

"Yes gramps. Did I made you do that?" she asked with incredulity in her voice. "You think I'm sexy?" she added.

"Yes, you're a very beautiful and desirable young lady," I replied, her eyes smiling at me. "But honey, we can't tell anyone, especially your Mom as she would send me packing and you wouldn't want that to happen would you?"

"No gramps. It'll be our secret."

I turned the water back on and washed my semen off Maddy's body. We dried off and got dressed. I started to get another erection as she put one foot on the edge of the tub and dried between her legs, her labia, plump with her arousal opened, revealing her clitoral sheath the small opening to her vagina. She looked over at my erect penis.

"Gramps, you're getting another erection!" she said. "Did I cause that?"

I nodded and I would have seen her chest swell with pride if I wasn't concentrating so hard on her superb breasts. As I walked back into the kitchen Stella looked up at me.

"How'd it go Dad," she asked.

"All I can say is that Maddy's a very inquisitive young lady." Oh my, if Stella only knew.

The rest of the day was interesting, to say the least. Every time Maddy would look at me she had a little knowing smile on her lips and she would look down if I stared at her too much. When her Mom was not around I would grope Maddy's bum and she would squeal and run away. When Stella asked her what was going on, Maddy would say "Gramps tickling me!" I had a ball with her. As school was out for the summer, and Stella had to go back to work after taking a few days off to welcome me, things got very intense with Maddy and me.


Chapter Three

The next day, after Stella had gone to work, Maddy was sitting in the living room watching television.

"What would you like to do today sweetie," I asked.

"Dunno," she replied. Exasperated I asked again. She looked down at her feet, and had a blush on her cheeks as she spoke.

"Gramps," she said, pausing for quite a while. I was about to intercede when she finally continued. "Gramps, I want to see you cum again like you did in the shower." Yes! Yes! Yes! I said to myself.

"Okay honey, shall we do it in my room or yours?"

"Mine," she sad excitedly. She held my hand as we walked upstairs to her bedroom. I stopped by the bathroom on the way and picked up a washcloth. Inside her room I took off my clothes.

"Gramps wants to see your lovely body while he cums Maddy, so why don't you take your clothes off too." She quickly and enthusiastically stripped and sat cross legged on her bed. My erection liked the fact that her plump labia had opened like a flower exposing bright pink folds of flesh, her long clitoral sheath, and the dark entrance to her vagina. Her pussy was quite large, in relationship to her body. It was plump, forming a natural vee between her thighs, forming a sexy gap. God was she beautiful and desirable and totally unashamed at exposing herself to me.

"Maddy," I said, "would you like to make gramps cum?" Her eyes lit up with excitement but then a frown appeared.

"I don't know how gramps."

"Honey, all you need to do is what you did yesterday in the shower. You can do that can't you?"

Her smile returned and she nodded her head. I lay on my back on her bed and she knelt next to me. She grasped the shaft of my cock and lifted it off my stomach and held it with her hand, her fingers not meeting. She looked at me with uncertainty in her eyes. I put my hand around hers and moved it up and down.

"That's the way honey," I said.

A smile returned to her face and she enthusiastically started jacking me. The sight of my eleven year old granddaughter with my cock in her hand was incredible. It looked so big in her small hand; I knew it wouldn't be long before I came. Sure enough, I felt my orgasm rising in my groin, my ball sack tightened, my cock pulsed and swelled and a huge rope of white cum spurted out the end and splashed back down on her wrist and hand. The look on her face was one of amazement that she had made me cum. Another rope landed on my stomach and more splashed on my thighs as she kept pumping me. As I recovered and opened my eyes, she had a look of intense pride on her face.

"Good girl Maddy, you made gramps cum!" I said.

"I did, didn't I gramps? My hand's all sticky," she replied.

"Come on honey, let's get cleaned up."

"No gramps, I'll do it, you stay there." She took the washcloth to the bathroom and came back a few minutes later. She had washed her hands and had dampened the washcloth. She proceeded to clean my cum off me with a big smile on her face.

"There gramps, all clean," she said as she climbed onto the bed and lay beside me with her arm across my chest.

"I love you grandpa."

"I love you too sweetie, thanks for making grandpa happy. You want me to make you happy?"

Without hesitation she replied, "Uh-huh."

I rolled over and opened her legs, her plump pussy opened up for me and I could see her little clit; my little granddaughter was aroused. I sucked her tiny nipples, hard as beads and her areolae puffed up, as I licked and sucked them. I could feel little tremors in her body and my erection returned at the thought that I was going to give this little eleven year old girl an orgasm like she had never had before.

I shuffled down the bed and as my lips touched her bald mons I smelled her aroma. I had never smelled a young girl's arousal before; it was sweet, yet musky, with a touch of tartness. The inside of her pussy was bright pink with beginnings of immature inner labia, their edges tinged with brown and, at the base of her cleft, the tiny opening to her vagina. I wondered if I would be able to penetrate her without doing any damage. I could see her hymen protecting the entrance, a diaphanous film waiting to be torn as she lost her virginity.

SHE SHUDDERED NOTICEABLY as Nathan touched her clitoris with the tip of his tongue. As he licked around its hood, her clitoris firmed up, a little rubbery bead. He looked up over her prominent mons, and the swell of her petite breasts, at her face. Her brow knitted with concentration as she experienced the start of new feelings; her pussy throbbed and her breasts ached as her grandfather licked along the cleft of her pussy and sucked on her clit. Her breathing increased, panting, nostrils flared as she inhaled, small twitches in her arms and legs, sudden clenches of her cheeks.

"Oh gramps!" she shouted as her orgasm slammed into her, her body shaking as if she were possessed; her thighs clenched together trapping her grandfather's head. She grabbed balls of linen sheets in her fists hanging on tight as she shuddered and twitched, her back arched pushing her head into the pillow. She finally breathed out and fell back to the bed, arms relaxed at her sides.

"Gramps, I've never felt anything like that before. It was amazing!" she said, a big smile on her face.

"Told you I'd make you feel good honey," he replied as he brushed her sweat dampened hair off her face and stroked her cheek. A strange expression crossed her face, as if she was struggling with some thought or feeling. After a few minutes she finally spoke:

"Gramps, when can we have sex, you know intercourse?"

MY HEART SKIPPED a beat; my little granddaughter wants me to fuck her. I tried to imagine what it would be like to penetrate an eleven year old girl, to put my cock inside such an immature pussy. I couldn't, had no frame of reference, even my late wife was no virgin when we first had sex.

"Are you sure Maddy? That's a lot for an eleven year old to think about."

"Yes gramps, I'm sure."


Chapter Four

"Okay," she said, "I'm ready."

I slowly pushed against her tight opening that, at first, didn't give a millimeter. She was biting her bottom lip and her eyes were scrunched up at the expectation of the pain to come. I pushed some more and finally, millimeter by millimeter, her vagina started to dilate and then, all of a sudden, it yielded and my crown popped in.

"Ouch!" she cried, "that hurt!"

"It's okay honey, the worst is over," I said reassuringly.

Her expression of doubt and the pain on her face was replaced by one of pride and happiness. I looked down and saw a tinge of red around the corona of my crown, blood where her hymen had torn, but not a lot. I made a mental note to tell her to put a wad of toilet tissues inside her panties so that her mother wouldn't find blood stains in the crotch. Ever so slowly I pushed in and pulled back, pushed in and pulled back, until eventually I hit her rubbery cervix; I was all the way inside her, my pubes pressed against hers.

"I'm all the way inside you Maddy," I whispered. Her eyes lit up.


"Yes honey, you're no longer a virgin, a girl; you're now a young woman."

The pride in her eyes was wonderful to behold. I started to pull out.

"Gramps no, don't," she demanded, "I like how it feels."

Cognizant of her small, tight vagina, I stroked in and out gently, bumping against her cervix, eliciting small gasps. Slowly she started breathing faster, and I could feel little shudders in her body, as she approached her climax.

"Oh gramps," she cried, as her orgasm washed over her. She put her arms around my waist, and pulled me down on top of her, my cock buried deep inside her oh-so tight pussy. She slowly calmed and her breathing slowed. I hadn't cum yet, as I wanted her to feel me spurt inside her. I started to stroke into her, slowly at first, then quicker as I felt my approaching climax.

"Oh Maddy, gramp's cumming," I murmured.
My cock swelled as my semen spurted into her, spurted hard inside her, flooding her tight vagina. God it felt so good, I had finally managed to have sex with a pubescent girl. My friends back home would be jealous.

"I felt you spurt your stuff inside me gramps, felt really good."

I rolled to my side taking her with me. We lay there until my penis went flaccid and plopped out. I grabbed a towel and put it between her legs to absorb my cum as it leaked out of her pussy. We lay there for a good hour, my arm around her, her head nestled into my shoulder.

"C'mon Maddy, time to get up and get you clean. How'd you feel?"

"A little sore," she replied.

"Okay, I'll run a bath and you can soak for a while, it'll help with the soreness."


After putting half a dozen layers of folded toilet paper in the gusset of her panties, and telling her to check it periodically, we went back downstairs. I washed the soiled towel in the kitchen sink and hung it out to dry in the sun. After supper, and when Maddy had gone to bed, Stella remarked that Maddy seemed different somehow but she said she couldn't put a finger on it. I hoped not.



It was four days before I was due to return to the States when Stella made an unexpected request, one that excited me immeasurably.

"Dad," she said, "Why don't you take Maddy back home with you for the rest of the summer? I know she'll love it and it'll allow her to do new things, broaden her horizon, you know; first big airplane ride, new country."

I waited for a few minutes not wanting to appear too eager.

"Sure honey, but does she have her own passport?"

"Yes, I got her one a year ago when we flew to Ireland."

I called up Delta and got Maddy a seat in Business Class. They couldn't get the aisle seat next to mine, but assured me the cabin crew would ask someone to switch, as there were several lone businessmen on the same flight.

This summer is going to be one of the best ever. Perhaps I'll introduce Maddy to my pedophile friends, but no sex with them - as far as my granddaughter is concerned, she's all mine.


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