Dienstag, 22. Dezember 2015

Shawn's Friend

Written by MisterReason

The scene unfolding before me was so perfect that it was like I was in a dream. In front of me were two young ladies who, at 18 and 19 years of age, were prime examples of sweet young flesh that any guy their age would love to sample. For a 62 year man like yours truly, it was a fantasy come to life.

The 18 year old was a young lady that I had just met. She's an adorable little butterball with short black hair and to say she was nervous would be a gross understatement. Her eyes were bugging out of her head as she stood there, shifting her weight from foot to foot while I looked her over.

All tits and ass. That was the description I had been given of this girl named Karen, and even though she was dressed in clothes designed to hide rather than flatter, it was clear that it would take more than the crossing of her arms across her chest to hide the fact that Karen had big tits.

She had a nice round butt that's evident even in the loose jeans she's wearing too, and while she probably could stand to lose a little of the baby fat she was carrying, I couldn't wait to get that baggy blouse off of her and get better acquainted.

The other young lady, Shawn, is nothing like her friend. She's a slender blonde with big blue eyes and a bright smile. Shawn has perky tits that, while barely big enough to fill my hand, stick straight out and cry out to be sucked on.

Shawn's got a sweet and tight pussy too. Shaved, much to my dismay, since I prefer the more natural look, but that smooth little mound is still irresistible to me. Once I started sampling it, I was hooked. The fact that I'm her Dad doesn't even bother me anymore.

It's not surprising that Karen would be attracted to Shawn. Who wouldn't? Shawn didn't exactly resist Karen's advances, because she's been known to go that way from time to time, but she did insist that Shawn come home and meet her old man. That's my baby girl.

I guess it's a sign of how much Karen wanted my daughter, because according to Shawn, Karen had only had sex with one guy her entire life. For her to agree to come and meet me showed the allure of my sweet child, and even after Shawn had explained to the little dyke that this wasn't going to be just a social call, she still came.

We were in my bedroom - my bedroom because of the need for a bigger bed - even though I liked it better when we used Shawn's room. You know, the stuffed animals and the posters of all of the teen idols adds another layer of nastiness to the scenario, but when we have company we make adjustments.

"Everything cool, Karen," my daughter said as she gave her friend a little hug. "You like my Dad, don't you? Isn't he awesome looking?"

Karen still had the "deer in the headlights" look about her, and I smiled as our eyes met. I think my daughter's a little wacky as far as her description of me, but who am I to complain. Shawn tells girls that I look a little like Nicolas Cage, although given the movies he's been making lately I'm not sure that's a good thing.

Shawn, who at around 5'6" was almost a half foot taller than her chunky friend, moved behind Karen and wrapped her arms around her. Giving me a knowing wink, Shawn's hands took Karen arms away from their protective role in covering her chest, and then cupped her own hands over Karen's breasts.

"Mmm," Shawn said as she fondled Karen's tits through the fabric. "Isn't my bud as awesome as I told you? You should see the size of Karen's breasts, Daddy."

"You're right," I said in agreement. "I should."

"Why don't you show Karen yours first, Daddy?" Shawn suggested. "I told her all about you."

"Karen doesn't seem all that interested in me," I said as I looked at the dazed look Shawn's friend had, whether it was from the situation she was in or the way that my daughter was kneading her jugs through her blouse and bra.

"Yes she is Daddy. Aren't you Karen?" Shawn asked her friend, who managed a shrug of her shoulders. "Karen didn't believe me when I told her how big your dick is."

"Shawn tends to exaggerate sometimes," I said, giving Karen a shrug of my own shoulders before slowly pulling down the zipper of my trousers and making a dramatic reach into the fly.

It's all in the presentation sometimes, and it did help that I was already a bit aroused at the proceedings that had been going on around me, but after I extracted my cock from the confines of my briefs and let it hang out of the opening of my pants like that Mapplethorpe photo long ago, the look on Karen's face was priceless.

"Told ya!" Shawn giggled as Karen's eyes darted over to my daughter. "Wanna help me give him head?"

"Why don't you get your friend comfortable first?" I suggested as I undid my trousers and shorts and let them fall to the carpet.

"Daddy wants to see your titties," Shawn explained as she first started to undo the buttons on Karen's blouse before saying the hell with it.

Karen reluctantly lifted her arms and let my daughter pull the blouse off of her. The girl was wearing a bra - a long line contraption built for the heavy duty work it had to do instead of designed for fashion - and her cleavage was cavernous.

Shawn was kind enough to unhook the bra for the terrified teen, and when the last hook came free the harness lurched off of Karen. Shawn peeled the cups away and exposed the biggest pair of tits I had even seen in person outside of a strip club.

Karen's tits weren't the silicone variety, however. Her breasts were 100% real, and while they might not have the cosmetic perfection of my man-made mammaries, the way that my daughter's fingers dug into the plaint softness made it clear that these jugs were a joy to hold.

"Incredible," I sighed as I finished unbuttoning my shirt and watched Shawn slobber all over her friend's tits, licking the wide coaster-like aureoles and making the fat stubs of her nipples pop out.

Karen's eyes moved in the direction of my voice, and when she saw my hand stroking what had become longer and thicker as a result of seeing her, she started to panic, saying something like she couldn't do this.

"Sure you can," Shawn said, using a calming tone in her voice to soothe her friend's fear. "You want me, don't you? I want you too. Here. Help me take my blouse off."

Shawn brought Karen's hands up to the buttons on her blouse, and when her fingers got moving she forgot about me being there, at least for a minute. After Karen pulled apart the blouse, she let out a little sob before lurching forward and attacking Shawn's titties.

My daughter and I exchanged knowing looks as we watched Karen's smother Shawn's perky sprouts with as much passion as I had even done. I didn't think that this was the first time Karen had gotten this far with my daughter, but she was acting like it was.

"Easy babe," Shawn was saying as she pushed Karen's away from her for a second.

"You're so beautiful," Karen sobbed, and she really was crying a little, her body shaking as she looked up at my daughter.

"You are too Karen," Shawn said. "Let my Daddy see you."

Shawn dipped to her knees and undid Karen's jeans and slipped them down her sturdy legs. Her calves were full but shapely, and they both giggled when my daughter started to take down Karen's full cut panties.

"My Daddy likes pussies with hair on them," Shawn said as Karen steeped out of her panties.

Indeed I did, and the sight of that lush black forest between Karen's plump thighs forced me to stop stroking myself for fear I was going to pop a load all over the rug. It wasn't the hairiest pussy I had ever seen, but her triangle was wide and the thick bush looked soft.

Karen was stocky but solid, and naked her fireplug physique was really arousing to me. I tried to imagine what this girls' measurements would be - maybe 48-34-50 I thought to myself with a chuckle - although you would have to slide the tape under her tits to measure her waist because those whoppers of hers hung down that far.

Karen tried to get at Shawn's jeans but my daughter distracted her friend from that and herded her over to me. Karen's eyes followed my cock as it swayed in front of me, and I don't know whether the string of pre-cum that was hanging off the tip of my dick excited or disgusted her.

"He doesn't bite," my daughter giggled as the tow of them came over to me. "Nibbles sometimes though."

Shawn gave me a kiss that was so passionate that it might have rattle my fillings loose, and as our tongues dueled I felt a hand on my cock. The paw was tiny so I knew it was my daughter's hand sliding along the length of my member.

"You like Karen, don't you Daddy?" Shawn whispered in my ear in between nibbling my lobe. "You want to taste that hairy twat and play with those jugs of hers, don't you?"

I nodded while looked over at my daughter's friend, who was obviously perplexed about what was going on. I think Karen was jealous of the affection my daughter was giving me more than upset that a father and his daughter could carry on like we were, so over Shawn's shoulder I motioned for my daughter's buxom buddy to join us.

"That's it," I said as Karen sidled up next to us and let me put my arm around her plump shoulders.

Karen was at least a foot shorter than me so her tits were down around my hips as she tried to avoid making contact with my cock, which was sticking straight out and begging to be serviced. With my daughter on my left and Karen on my right, my cock was drooling, and Shawn got tired of waiting for Karen to do something so she reached down and grabbed it.

"Help me, babe," Shawn said to her friend, who tentatively put her hand next to my daughter's, and as they began to stroke me as a team I groaned.

"Oh yeah," I said as I leaned over and kissed the top of Karen's head. "Nice hands."

"Let's suck this big boy together," Shawn suggested, and without waiting for her friend's response, knelt down and began licking with Karen kept stroking my dick.

"Go ahead, Karen," I said, putting a little pressure on her soft round shoulders, and finally she went down to join my daughter in kneeling in front of me.

The two of them took turns, handing my cock back and forth between the two of them. I didn't need to look down in order to tell which one was sucking me, because while Shawn was an experienced cocksucker who could damn near deep throat me, Karen's efforts were more amateurish.

That turned me on, knowing that Karen probably hadn't sucked anywhere near as many cocks as my daughter, and was only doing this so she could get at Shawn's pussy. The thought of this bosomy lesbian with her face buried between my daughter shapely thighs turned me on so much that I had to make it happen.

Pulling them both up to their feet, I maneuvered us over to the bed, and when I eased Karen down to the bedding Shawn sensed what I wanted. She helped me part Karen's pudgy thighs, revealing that the thick jungle of hair went down past her pussy lips and well into the crack of her ass.

Karen's pussy tasted more woodsy and wild that my daughter's, and I relished the aroma and taste as I dipped my tongue between her lush labia, making her shiver as I tongued her clit. Then my daughter's head went where mine had just been, burrowing her face into Karen's sex as I watched.

Karen's jugs, still mountainous despite her being on her back, were heaving as Shawn went down on her, and I got onto my knees nest to the brunette, stroking my cock as I watched my daughter's friend lose her nervous exterior when she saw it was Shawn's tongue down there.

"I'm gonna fuck those tits before this night is through," I mumbled to myself as Karen's hands came up and started kneading her massive jugs, not caring that I was watching as she writhed on the bed.

Shawn took her face out of the steaming cauldron that was Karen's sex, and as she slithered up on top of Karen's body my daughter's friend became aggressive, rolling over on top of Shawn and smothering her lithe form with kisses.

Now Karen was down between Shawn's legs, on all fours slobbering like an animal all over Shawn's smooth mound, and as I worked my way around their naked sweaty bodies I found myself looking at Karen from behind.

Her ass was so big and round, and surprisingly firm when I tested her full globes with my hands. I spread her cheeks to see that indeed, the hair did go right up to her anus, which was somewhere in the curls, but I didn't want her ass, at least not yet.

Instead, I knelt behind Karen, and before she knew what hit her, I was sliding my cock up and down her opening, which was dripping wet from the combination of our saliva and Karen's excitement.

"OOHHH!!!" Karen cried out as I sunk my cock into her pussy, which was incredibly tight.

It felt like I was exploring uncharted territory as my long probe descended deep into her impossibly tight cavern, and although I think she might have cried out for me to stop, at that point I fear it would have been impossible.

Shawn's hands were in Karen's hair, pulling her face back down into her pussy as I grabbed hold of Karen's full hips and began rocking in and out of her. She started getting looser down there, and after a bit she was no longer complaining but actually thrusting back into me.

I slid my hands over Karen's back, her skin soft and supple, and then I reached down around the chunky teen and tried to grab her breasts, which were hanging down as she lapped my daughter's cunt.

Leaning over Karen like a praying mantis, my hands were over-matched by her meaty udders, but that didn't stop my from pawing at them roughly while I continued to drill deep into her pussy. The bed was slamming into the wall by this point, but the minor damage was well worth it as I watched my blonde baby cumming, her eyes rolling back in her head as Karen's tongue brought her to climax.

Then it was Karen's turn, and the chubby chick was face down on the bed, her fists full of bedding as Shawn crawled out from under her.

"Harder Daddy," my daughter implored me as she stroked her friend's sweaty neck, her eyes wide and wild as I pounded into Karen with all my might.

Her pussy seized my cock as she came, and then came a series of contractions as waves of orgasms followed. I could no longer hold back, and as Karen screamed as she came, so did I.

"AWWW!!!" I howled as I emptied what felt like a massive load of my seed deep into Karen's womb, and I held on tight as my balls emptied, not letting go until my deflated dick finally slithered out.

"You came so good!" Shawn chirped as she hugged her friend, who looked like she had just been really fucked.

So did I, I suspect, as I watched the two of them hugging. My cum was oozing out of Karen's pussy as the two girls embraced, and I rubbed my seed into the mat of black curls as I enjoyed their affections toward each other before they turned toward me.

"It was okay," Karen said in response to my daughter's question, but the wry smile she gave me let me know that it was probably better than okay.


"I can't believe you two do this," Karen told me as she ran her hand through the hair on my chest. "Having sex with each other, I mean."

"I know," I agreed, glancing over at my daughter, who was asleep on the other side of the bed, before looking back up at the ceiling fan above us. "It wasn't planned, but just sort of happened. Pretty sick huh?"

"Yes," Karen said as her hand went down and picked my limp dick off of my stomach, pulling on it lazily as she continued. "I guess that makes me pretty sick too, because not only didn't I mind after a while, it started turning me on."

"Mmm - do tell," I said, enjoying Karen's gently pulling on my dick. "Tell me more."

"I don't do guys," Karen said. "Guess Shawn probably told you that, but I wanted her so bad that I would have done just about anything to have her. Crazy huh?"

"Not really," I confessed. "I wouldn't want to, but if somebody told me I would have to suck some guy's dick in order to make love to Shawn, I guess I probably would. Don't tell her that - please."

"I won't," Karen said, and we both giggled.

"You're a nice guy," Karen admitted as sh held up my semi-erect cock for inspection. "Wish I had one of these. I've got one at home like this, but this is so warm and..."

"If you keep doing that," I warned Karen.

"What are you going to do to me?" Karen said with a grin. "I don't think that there's any place you haven't made a mess in me, is there?"

"Well," I mused, remembering the loads I had put in Karen's pussy, mouth and especially the joy of ejaculating with my cock deep in between her breasts. "There is one place, but I'm not sure if you're interested."

"My ass?" Karen asked. "You want to fuck me in the ass?"

I started to reply but Karen stopped me.

"Wasn't sure if you would be interested," Karen said. "But I've been thinking about it all night."

"You have?"

"Oh yeah. I mean, I know I've got a fat ass, and I'm kinda hairy back there."

"Very hairy," I corrected.

"Very hairy," Karen agreed. "Not like Shawn's. That hairless little balloon knot of hers was yummy."

"I know," I agreed. "A little hair doesn't bother me a bit. I'm old school."

"Should we wake up your daughter?" Karen asked. "She seems so comfy and peaceful."

"Yes, we better," I said. "Not only would she be made if she found out she missed me fucking you in that sweet ass of yours, but we're going to need lube, and I don't know where she keeps it."

"Okay," Karen said, rolling over and nudging Shawn, while I looked at that lush bottom and smiled.

"Are you going to wear a condom?" Karen asked as she roused my daughter.

"If you want me to."

"Rather not," Karen said. "This is probably going to be the only cock I ever take up the ass, so go commando."

"My pleasure," I said as I watched my sleepy daughter come back to the land of the living, and the delight in Shawn's eyes when Karen told her what we were going to do was evident.

"You're going to love it!" Shawn squealed as she went over to the dresser for the lube. "My Daddy is the absolute best!"

"No, baby," I said, beaming with fatherly pride as they greased up my cock before turning our collective attention to Karen's anus for the priming it would need.
"You're the best."

Mittwoch, 28. Oktober 2015

Tall Drink of Water

Written by Mister Reason
Joyce Schultz had just graduated from high school with honors, and while her parents were very proud of her accomplishments, she were both in agreement on one thing. Joyce was not going to spend the summer in the house reading.

"You're going to get a job," her mother insisted when the subject came up. "I don't care what it is - volunteer somewhere if you want to - but you have to get out of the house and interact with people."

Joyce nodded and shrugged her slumped shoulders, like she often did when faced with a something she didn't want to deal with, but unlike the other times, her parents were not going to let her squirm out of this.

"She has to get some kind of life," Betty Schultz told her husband that night in bed.

"I guess," Jack Schultz said, and although he knew his wife was right, there was something to be said about being the parent of a girl you didn't ever have to worry about.

"Who knows, maybe she'll even meet a boy," Betty suggested.

"Or a girl," Jack added.

"She's not gay, Jack," Betty said, once again rejecting her husband's semi-serious theory for why no boys ever came calling.

"Not that there's anything wrong with that," Jack said. "I just want her to be happy."

"Why don't you see if Don needs help at his place?" Betty suggested, and to get his wife off of his back so he could go to sleep, he agreed.


"I don't know anything about ice cream," Joyce said to her parents the next day.

"What did I tell you?" Betty said to her husband with a grin. "I told you she would say that."

"There's nothing to know," Jack Schultz said. "You stick it in a cone, hand it to somebody and take their money. For crying out loud, you had a 99 average last year. You're telling me you can't figure it out?"

"I don't even eat ice cream," Joyce whined.

"Your Uncle Don will appreciate that," Betty said. "Not that you couldn't stand to gain a few pounds."

"And stand up straight honey," Jack said. "Please?"

"Nothing wrong with being tall," her mother added. "Slumping like that doesn't make you look any shorter."

Joyce nodded and straightened up, having fallen into that habit of stooping over once she reached 6' tall, and when she finally ran out of excuses, agreed to go with her Dad to talk to her Uncle about working there.


"Wow!" Don Schultz said when his brother brought Joyce to "The Snackatorium", his summer enterprise that kept him busy until the snow started flying and his plowing business kicked in. "Look at you, Joyce. You're a tall drink of water."

Joyce nodded and blushed as her uncle kissed her on the cheek.

"So what do you think?" Don's brother asked. "Do you think you can give Joyce a job?"

"Absolutely!" Don said as he looked over his niece, and tried to curb his habit of mentally undressing the girls who interviewed for jobs with him, at least until his brother was gone. "Especially nights and weekends. All these kids want to book early at night. You okay with that, Joyce?"

"I guess," Joyce said with a shrug, and was left to look around the storeroom as her father went to talk with her uncle.

"That will work out well," Jack said of his daughter. "She doesn't have much of a social life. Correction. No social life, so nights and weekends work out well for everybody then."

"No boyfriend huh?" Don said. "Well, the way these clowns hang around drooling over the girls that work here, that might change."

"I doubt it," Jack said. "But if you can get her out of that shell of hers, that would be great. She's an incredibly intelligent girl, but socially..."

"Leave that to me," Don said boisterously, slapping his brother on the shoulder. "By the end of the summer you won't recognize her."


"Here's your uniform," Don Schultz told her new employee as he handed Joyce a couple of t-shirts with the logo of The Snackatorium on the front. "Very few rules here. Don't chew gum while you wait on people."

"I don't chew gum."

"Good. Do you smoke? No? Great. Show up on time, do your best and you'll be fine," Don assured the nervous teen. "Be here tomorrow at 4 and I'll break you in myself. It'll be great to have somebody besides me that can reached the stuff on the top shelves. You're almost as tall as I am. What are you Joyce, 6'2"?"

"About six foot," Joyce lied, knowing that she was a bit taller than that now and her uncle's guess was probably correct.

"Well, stand up straight," Don said, patting Joyce on the back and squeezing her bony shoulder while whispering to her that he only said that because her old man told him to. "Oh, and one more thing. I ask all the girls to wear bras. Family place and all."

Don Schultz eyes went down to the lanky girl's chest, and even though she was wearing a baggy blouse he suspected that his niece didn't have much up on top. While that might turn off a lot of men, Don was certainly not one of them. Just the opposite.

"Okay," Joyce said, blushing.

"And so we'll see you tomorrow. Welcome aboard!."

Joyce awkwardly shook her uncle's hand before walking out of the store with her father.

"Congratulations!" Joyce's father said, winking at his brother. "You're now a professional."

Don laughed and watched his brother walk out of the store with his new employee, and as they turned the corner Don rearranged his pants to accommodate the erection he was sporting as a result of seeing little Joyce again.

"Little Joyce?" he said to himself. "Not so little. Behave yourself Don. That's your brother's kid."


"Here," Don said as he handed his niece her name tag, although he was sorely tempted to put it on himself. "You better do it."

Don watched Joyce awkwardly attach the tag above the tiny swell of her left breast, and as he looked over his brother's daughter he knew from the start that it was going to be a long hot summer, at least for him.

It wasn't that Joyce was a stunning beauty or anything, far from it. If you were one of those fans of classical beauty, Joyce was not going to be your cup of tea. It was as if the girl had gotten the lesser features of her parents; her father's big nose and her mother's height, but didn't get her father's outgoing personality or her mother's boobs.

Hardly any boobs at all, Don noted, and who knows how much of what was under the t-shirt and bra was flesh, Don mused. Joyce reminded Don of his first love, back 40 years ago. Gail Hopper was her name, and she was almost as androgynous as Joyce was. She was no looker either, but she had been an animal in the sack, and ever though she had been Don's first, she was still the best no matter what she looked like to others.

As Don showed Joyce around the shop, introducing her to the rest of the staff and showing her the various machines, his mind was elsewhere. Was she a virgin? It didn't seem possible that an 18 year old girl could be these days, but his brother said that she wasn't very social.

Nervous beyond belief too, Don noted, and as the day went on it was easy to see that Joyce wasn't going to excel at customer service. She panicked constantly, dropping things and getting flustered, so when it was time for her break he had Joyce join him in his little office.

"You want me to quit?" Joyce said.

"Quit?" Don said. "Of course not. Why would you think that?"

"I'm no good at this," Joyce said.

"Hey, nothing is easy at first," Don said, putting his hand on Joyce's pale forearm, the skinny limb so white it looked like it never saw the sun, and softly stroked the fine down that graced it. "You just need to relax."

Joyce flinched at first, but Don's hand continued to stroke her furry forearm with his beefy hand, making the down dance between his fingers, and he kept assuring her that she would be okay.

"Hey, you're way ahead of most of the girls. You can make change without the help of the register," Don chuckled. "You should see this place when the power goes out. They're hopeless without the machine telling them what to do."

Don told Joyce that she could help him work the back area, and only come out to wait on people when it got really crowded. Hearing that, it seemed like the weight of the world came off her shoulders.

"There," Don said. "That's more like the Joyce I remember. You're so much prettier when you smile."

Don chuckled as Joyce left, blushing at the compliment. He didn't think that she got told she was pretty very often, because she really wasn't, at least not in the classic sense. Her features were plain, and she did little cosmetically to improve them. Her hair was a mousy brown and was cut in a very ordinary way.

Still, Don thought, there was something about her than gave him a hard-on whenever she was near. That was going to be a challenge now, because they would be working together a lot now.


"Working late these days?" Joyce's mother asked when her daughter slipped into the kitchen just past midnight.

"Yeah. Uncle Don has me cashing out all the registers after we close," Joyce said.

"You don't seem to mind your job so much now."

"No, it's not bad," Joyce admitted. "Uncle Don is really nice."

"Meet any boys?" her mother asked.

"No," Joyce said as she headed upstairs to her room.

Locking her bedroom door, Joyce undressed and put on her nightie before going over to her desk and pulling out her diary. For some reason, Joyce had started to make entries in it once again when she started working last week.

If I had a friend - a real friend that I could talk to - I wouldn't have to write this stuff out, Joyce thought as she went to the next blank page, but writing helped.


Dear Diary,

That's a dumb thing to write every day, but I do it anyway.

It wasn't very busy tonight, so I got to help Uncle Don do inventory. He's so nice. I know it's weird, but I really wish he wasn't my uncle. He always says nice things to me.

Tonight he asked me if I ever thought about becoming a model. That was freaky on more than one level. If anybody else said that, I would have thought they were being funny, but he seemed to mean it, and said I had the body for it. If he ever saw me without my clothes he would never say that, but it made me tingle to hear it.

If he wasn't my uncle, heck, I don't care that he's more than three times my age. He's good looking. His bald head is sexy to me, and he's really strong. Also he's taller than me, which is nice.

He's a touchy guy, always touching my arms or patting my back and shoulders. It feels nice when he does that, especially when his hand rubs my forearms, even though I'm so self-conscious about the hair on them. Sometimes I think that he's looking at me, almost like he's checking me out. You know what I mean? Maybe it's my imagination. Probably is. I mean, why would a guy look at me? Goofy desperate kids my age don't even bother.

He told me about how Aunt Kay divorced him, and how lonely he was. I guess that conversation started when he asked me whether any guys have come on to me at work. As if! He told me that I should smile more, and stand up straight. Rats. I thought I was getting better at that.

When we were working in the back, stacking the boxes of ice cream cones on the shelves, I could have sworn he was looking down the sleeve of my shirt when I raised my arms. Glad I shaved my pits this morning. Must remember to do it every day, even if they don't need it.

Boy, if Uncle Don ever saw this stuff I'm writing, he would think I was crazy. This stuff is probably all in my head. Still, it's nice to think about. Maybe older guys like the way I look. I do better with them, or so it seems. Guys my age sure aren't interested.

Oh well. I'm tired. Time to go to bed. Maybe I'll go right to sleep, but probably not. I'll probably do what I've been doing the last couple of nights. Think about Uncle Don, and dreaming about those big strong hairy arms of his wrapped around me.


"I don't know what I'd do without you," Don Schultz said as she stood behind his niece and looked over her shoulder while she finished counting the cash drawer and wrote the totals down in the ledger. "I used to be here for hours doing that."

Joyce shivered when she felt Uncle Don's hand on her shoulder, and when she felt his minty breath on her neck her body trembled.

"Cold?" Uncle Don asked when he noticed her goose bumps on Joyce's bare arms, and after he ran his hands up and down and got the fine hairs standing up straight on her pebbled skin, he announced that he had a idea to warm her up.

"I've had this bottle around for a while," Don explained when he came back with a bottle of Sambuca. "I used to splash a little on ice cream every once in a while. I know it's cool back here so this will warm you up.

"Don't tell your folks I gave you this," Uncle Don said, and after Joyce nodded she took a swallow out of the little paper cup.

"Ooh!" Joyce giggled as the licorice tasting liquid burned her throat.

"Like that?" Don said, smiling as she reacted to what might have been her first taste of alcohol, and when she didn't stop him he poured some more in the cup.

"Since you're done counting the cash you can have another drink," Uncle Don said as he looked at his niece's long skinny fingers trembling as she held the cup. "Oh. That boy you were talking to near closing time? The one with the earring? He seemed interested in you."

"Todd? He's in the Honor Society with me."

"He was looking at you as if he thought...

"He's gay," Joyce said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Oh. Sorry," Don said. "Serves me right for being nosy."

"It's okay," Joyce said.

"Guess I was just getting jealous about somebody making a move on my girl," Don said, squeezing Joyce's shoulders through the t-shirt and feeling her bra straps beneath it. "You are my girl, you know. You're my best employee. You're sort of the assistant manager these days."

"The other girls don't like me," Joyce said as she sipped the drink again. "I think it's because you treat me like I'm your favorite."

"They're jealous. Too bad. You are my favorite, even if we weren't related."

"Not used to that - me making other people jealous."

Don, still standing behind his niece, found himself leaning against her and brushing his lips on the bare skin of her neck above the collar of her t-shirt, and as he did his hands went onto Joyce's hips.

"I shouldn't have done that," Don said. "But I've wanted to since you started working here. You're so cute."

Don stared at the back of Joyce's head, which had straightened up when he kissed her, and now she stood at the counter staring straight ahead with her hands on the surface as he leaned gently against her.

"Silly old man," Don said while waiting for his niece to run. "Feeling jealous when he sees boys checking you out."

His cock was hard, and he knew that Joyce could feel it as he leaned against her, all the time thinking that this could stop right now, with no harm done. The problem was that he couldn't stop. It was as if he had no control over what his hands were doing as they left Joyce's bony hips and started sliding upward along the front of her shirt.

"Please don't," he heard Joyce say in a voice hardly audible, and as his hands came up to the logo of The Snackatorium Joyce took her hands of the counter and brought them up to stop him.

"It's okay... okay honey," Don was whispering into his niece's ear. "Please let me."

Don could have overpowered his skinny niece's efforts to stop his hands from going up to her breasts, but he didn't, and as Joyce brought his hands down he suddenly realized that she was pushing them down to her crotch.

"Oh!" Joyce whimpered as she pushed her uncle's hands down to her delta and leaned into the counter, clamping her hand down there as she leaned forward.

"Joyce honey..." Don moaned. "You don't know how bad I want you."

In front of him, Joyce was writhing around, her head rolling back backwards as his hand massaged her pussy through the slacks and panties, but Don wanted to explore elsewhere so he slid his hands up quickly when Joyce released her grip on his wrists briefly.

Don knew what his hands were going to find once they reached the modest swells of Joyce's chest. Over the last week he had "accidentally" bumped up against Joyce in every way he could think of, so when his hands came up to Joyce's breasts he was not surprised at what he found.

"It's okay," Don kept whispering, reassuring his niece that he was not disappointed when what barely filled his hands was mostly the padded quilt-like cups of her brassiere, but although he was a bit surprised at how little was actually hidden underneath the wrapper, that only served to inflame his desires.

Joyce was now leaning back against her uncle, her hands now raised but frozen as if she was conducting an orchestra, and she did not stop her uncle when his hands dipped down to move up under her t-shirt.

Don could count Joyce's ribs as his hands slid up Joyce's smooth skin, and went they reached the bottom of her bra his fingers inched the harness upward easily, baring Joyce's breasts for his over-sized hands to caress.

"Omigod honey," Don muttered as he kneaded the little buds, which felt like only small swells on her chest, and Joyce was practically swooning as she stood between her uncle and the counter while Don caressed her breasts. "So sweet. I want to see you."

As Don massaged Joyce's undeveloped bosom, he felt her nipples start to blossom, and as they inflated they grew to the size of small bullets, long and thick pegs that seemed to throb as his fingers stroked them.

"They're sensitive, aren't they honey?" Don was whispering while nuzzling into Joyce's neck and plucking at her amazing nipples, and Joyce mumbled something in return.

Don was just about to pull Joyce's shirt up over her head when a loud thud came from out in the front of the building.

"Damn!" Don said as he yanked his hands out from underneath his niece's blouse and hustled out the door the the front area of the snack bar, leaving a disheveled Joyce Schultz struggling to catch her breath.

Don got out front just in time to see the taillights of a van leave the parking lot, and when he saw what caused the noise was not an attempted burglary but only the bundle of the free local entertainment guide that they gave away to customers, he cursed again.

"Metroland," he mumbled when he rejoined his niece in the back room, holding the bundle of the free newspapers in his hand while looking at the barely recognizable sight of his niece leaning against the counter with her raised bra making the front of her shirt a lumpy mess.

Joyce's eyes weren't on the papers but on the bulge in her uncle's pants which was only now beginning to shrink, and when it was clear that the mood was broken beyond repair, Joyce turned around and reached under her blouse to re-position her bra.

"Better get you home," Don mumbled, and Joyce nodded.

They secured the shop and got in Don's van for the short ride home. Don kept looking over at his niece, who kept staring straight ahead. He was hoping she would say something, but when she didn't, Don pulled the car over onto the shoulder of the quiet road.

"Joyce honey," Don said softly, searching for words. "I can't really explain it... what happened back at the shop..."

"Please don't," Joyce said in a pleading whisper. "Please don't tell me you're sorry."

"I won't," Don said, and she was right because he really wasn't, and the only thing he was really sorry about was the noise that had broken the spell. "I'm not. I know it was as wrong as wrong can be, but I'm only sorry that it stopped."

"Me too." Joyce mumbled.

"I want to kiss you," her Uncle Don was saying, and seconds after their lips met they were clawing at each other, their tall bodies twisting and contorting as their tongues dueled, and as Don grabbed Joyce's breasts again he felt her hands at his crotch.

And he was letting her. Her nervous fingers were clawing around, trying to undo his belt and open up his pants, and he was powerless to stop. He felt the cool air on his private parts when Joyce managed to yank the slacks down to his thighs.

He heard his niece mutter something a second before the head of his cock became very wet and warm.

It was a sight that Don, even in his wildest fantasies, had not envisioned. His niece - his brother's only daughter - was contorting herself in the cramped passenger side of the van, while her head bobbed up and down under the gentle illumination of the dashboard lights.

Up and down his niece's mouth went and while she might not have been a Linda Lovelace, having scraped his cock with her teeth at first, it was obvious that the girl whose father thought she was a wallflower had done this before, and Joyce was doing it well enough that after a couple of incredible moments Don couldn't hold back.

"Honey - can't - gonna cum!" Don cried out as he squirmed around and tried to pull Joyce's head off of his cock before it erupted, but that only made her go down on him harder and faster.

Joyce only made the slightest choking sounds as Don came, and it was as if he had been saving it up since his divorce, because he kept cumming and cumming. Joyce, for her part, kept swallowing and swallowing until her uncle had no more to give.

Joyce persisted though, and even after his cock had stopped twitching and had begun to deflate she kept lavishing the love on it until he gently raised her head up from his lap.

"Was that good?" she asked timidly with her glasses hanging crookedly on her nose, her demeanor more like the shy teen she had been earlier than the crazed cocksucker she had somehow evolved into moments earlier.

"Are you kidding?" Don said as he helped Joyce return to a sitting position. "That was amazing. I want to do things to you too."

"I have to go home," Joyce said with more than a little sadness after looking at the digital clock on the dash that proclaimed it was 1:17.

"Damn!" Don said, and after getting his pants back up drove his niece the rest of the way home.

"See you tomorrow?" Don asked, and after Joyce nodded he added, "I can't wait."

"I love you Uncle Don," Joyce said, giving him a kiss before hopping out of the van and skipping up the walk to the darkened house.

"Love you too honey," Don whispered at the back of his niece, and after she was safely inside he drove home while his mind raced.


Joyce Schultz tiptoed down the hall and made it to her bedroom without being caught, and after she closed the door behind herself Joyce leaned back against the door and took a deep breath.

The t-shirt was damp with perspiration, and after she shed the uniform top she pulled her jeans off and peeled down her panties, which were dripping wet. Looking up, she saw her reflection in her make-up mirror and paused on her way to her diary.

Her hand went to the wide triangle of brown hair between her legs. It had grown back in so fast, and she thought maybe that old wives' tale about shaving making the hair grow back even more was right, because she sure felt more hairy than before.

Does Uncle Don like girls with pubic hair? He seems to like the hair on my arms, and I love the way it feels when he runs his hands over them, she mused while going to her desk. Joyce pondered that as she sat down and unlocked her journal to began writing.


Dear Diary,

OMIGOD OMIGOD OMIGOD!! It almost happened. It WOULD have happened if it wasn't for that stupid noise of the papers hitting the outside wall. That screwed everything up, and we were so close.

I couldn't have scripted it better. Uncle Don had been even more touchy-feeley than usual after we closed the store, and then he came up behind me and started rubbing my shoulders. This time he didn't stop, and then he kissed my neck.

I almost fainted. My whole body started shivering, and then he put his hands on my hips and told me I was cute. ME! Cute? OMIGOD! And then his hands came up the front of my shirt, headed straight for you-know-where.

What did I do? I stopped him. What a fool! I was begging him to do it and then I panicked. I pushed his hand down between my legs and then I was practically humping his hand, but then all of a sudden his hands came up from down there and went up top.

For a minute I thought he might laugh like Billy Furlong did, that asshole, but Uncle Don didn't. He brushed my hands away and started feeling me up. It was almost as if he liked me being so flat!

If he cared that he was only grabbing cotton he didn't show it. He kept feeling and I could feel his dick against my butt, and then he put his hands under my blouse. The next thing I knew my bra is up around my neck and he's going crazy, telling me he wants to see me while he's pulling on my nipples.

Not only didn't Uncle Don care that I'm flat chested, he seemed to enjoy it. I almost came. I might have, because between his hands and the way I was grinding my crotch into the edge of the counter while he ground into me, I was ready to explode.

Then the freaking noise ruined everything. When he came back, the bulge was still there in his pants, and he had a wet spot there just like Mr. Arthur used to have. Me. Joyce Marie Schultz, making guys drool? And not just a guy, but a man. A grown man who is experienced and could do way better than me.

So he's acting all embarrassed and tells me he better take me home. I'm ready to run up to him and jump onto his lap while he's standing, but I say okay. In the van, I'm going nuts. I might have told him to drive past the house if he got that far, but luckily he pulled over to the side of the road.

He started talking, and I'm like, please don't talk. Then he says he wants to kiss me. So sweet, but once his lips touched mine I went crazy. It was probably funny to look at but I didn't care. I'm grabbing his stuff and trying to get his pants down, and when I did, OMIGOD!

Uncle Don's dick is huge! Not porn star freaky huge but big. Way bigger than Mr. Arthur's was, and I thought THAT was big! Uncle Don is circumcised, and I like that better than the other way. I dove down and and started sucking on it. Took me a while to get used to how big his is, especially the thickness, and I was bad at the start but got better as I went along.

Could only get my mouth about half-way down before I would start gagging, but I guess he didn't mind because he starts telling me he's going to cum, and then tried to pull me off.

NO!! I want to scream, but instead I kept sucking and then he's spurting down my throat. A lot! I ask him if it was okay and I guess it was. He tells me he wants to do stuff to me but it's past 1 and we're parked on the side of the road.

He asks me if he'll see me tomorrow. Are you kidding? I told him I loved him and that was it. I think that was okay. Uncles and nieces are supposed to love one another, right? Maybe not like this.

Oh well. Time for bed.

Joyce looked at what she had read, and then after reading it a second time, pulled the papers out of the book and ripped them in progressively smaller pieces until they looked like confetti.

Mom and Dad had never snooped around her room that she knew of, but this was different. Just trying to imagine what would happened if Mom or Dad ever got the urge to read her diary was terrifying.

In bed, Joyce's hand went where she knew they would go, and while her own fingers plucking at her nipples didn't feel anything like her uncle's had, it would have to do.


The next day at The Snackatorium, the tension between uncle and niece was so charged with energy that to Don, it seemed to the two like everybody else working there had to sense it but they were oblivious.

Luckily, the shake machine blew up which kept him out in front and away from his niece, but Don was able to fix it without losing too much business. When he went back to the bathroom in the rear of the store to clean up, he got a chance to see Joyce from behind, and while that wasn't out of the ordinary, she was wearing shorts for the first time at work.

Her pale legs looked even longer bare, and while they weren't overly shapely, the sight of that much of Joyce's bare skin was enough to get Don's juices flowing.

"Nice legs," Don commented on the way past, and Joyce giggled in response while watching her uncle disappear into the bathroom.

Joyce was tempted to go see if Uncle Don needed help washing up, but instead she concentrated on cutting up the fruit while hoping the clock would move faster.

When closing time finally came, Joyce hurriedly counted the cash drawers while Uncle Don seemed to be moving as fast as he could to finish cleaning. It was 10:30 when Joyce put the cash in the safe, all the time looking around, wondering if they were going to do it back here.

Don was putting away the mop and bucket when he saw Joyce watching him, and when his eyes went downward he did a double take. Joyce was biting her lower lip and looking embarrassed when she saw that she got his attention.

"It's after closing time," Joyce said as Uncle Don came closer to her.

"I wasn't complaining," Don said, his eyes fixed Joyce's nipples, which seemed to be trying to burst through the thin cotton shirt.

Joyce's bra had been stuffed into her pocketbook

after she took it off when all the other staff had gone home, and after the sensitive nipples had been rubbing against the shirt all that time they were swollen and throbbing.

"Not nice to tease," Don said as his hands came up to the points, and when the tips of his fingers touched them Joyce moaned and her entire body shuddered.

"Don't move," Don said. "I like to tease too."

Don used his palms, making circular motions as he ever so lightly made contact, and Joyce seemed to be in a trance as her head rolled back on her shoulders.

"I love your titties, you know that?" Don asked, and his niece nodded.

For someone with a preference, some might say a fetish, for small breasted women, Joyce was a dream come true, and as he rolled the pegs between his fingers through the cloth, he knew that Joyce was his for the taking.

"I want you," Don said. "Not here though. Will you come home with me?" he asked, and Joyce nodded.

They practically ran out the door and into Don's van, and Joyce's uncle made it to his apartment complex in record time, helped along by Joyce's hand rubbing his crotch.

Don had spent this morning tidying up the place, hoping he was doing it for a reason, but Joyce was not interested in his housekeeping. After he closed and locked the front door his niece was all over him like a preying mantis.

"Bedroom," Don gasped after their mouths separated, and after they got there Don said, "Let me see you. I want to see all of you."

Joyce seemed startled by her uncle's request, but she undid her shorts and slid them down her long, slender legs and then peeled down her panties, exposing the thick triangle of rich brown hair Don was expecting and hoping for.

"Saving the best for last?" Don said as he looked at Joyce, who seemed to have lost all of her nerve all of a sudden as she stood wide-eyed clad only in her t-shirt.

"The light - can you turn it off?"

"Couldn't see you that way," Don said with a smile, but he did turn the knob to dim the light a bit.

When Don turned back around Joyce had already pulled her shirt off, and Don was a little disappointed to have missed the unveiling, but not really since Joyce had her hands across her chest hiding her breasts.

"You're so cute," Don said, peeling off her own shirt and undoing his belt. "Maybe if I get undressed you'll feel more comfortable."

Don stepped out of his pants, kicked off his socks and then dropped his boxer shorts.

"Not nearly as easy on the eyes as you are, I'm afraid," Don said, shrugging his shoulders while his erect cock sprang around in front of him, but while Joyce's wide open eyes followed his bobbing cock her hands still guarded her breasts. "Let me see how beautiful you are, honey. Show me."

With a slowness that was almost painful, Joyce lowered her hands, and the raspy intake of air from Don was the only sound in the room.

He had felt her tiny breast buds before, but seeing them was something else all together. Joyce's nipples would have looked huge even on a busty girl, but on breasts that were barely perceptible swells on her chest, they looked surreal, and the puffy aureolas they were centered on only added to the visual impact.

"Come to me baby," Don said. "You're so beautiful."

They both took two steps forward and then they embraced while Don's cock was crushed between them, curled up to his stomach. Joyce's nipples poked her uncle, the long pegs as hard as diamonds as they pierced the mat of salt and pepper hair that covered Don's chest.

"Are you a virgin, honey?" Don whispered in his niece's ear.

"No," Joyce answered. "Why?"

"It's just that I think your first should be with someone special," Don said as he eased Joyce down to the bed.

"You are special," Joyce said and she went down on her back, pulling her uncle up when she started to go down on her. "Now - please."

Don's hand felt the thick bush, and when he felt how wet she was he moved up between Joyce's rail-thin thighs and brought the head of his cock to her opening, forcing the knob into the very tight orifice.

Joyce cried out, causing her uncle to stop after the ridge of his plump glans penetrated his niece, but her hands were on his backside, pulling him closer and deeper inside of her sex. It hurt, but Joyce wanted it so badly that she stifled her scream, even though it meant biting into her Uncle Don's collarbone to do it.

Don Schultz, while aware of Joyce's teeth digging into him, was oblivious to the pain and instead concentrated all of his efforts on trying not to cum as Joyce's pussy squeezed his cock like a vice. If she had told him that she was a virgin, he would have had no problem believing her.

Don pulled back out after getting half of his manhood into Joyce, and when he slid back in he probed a little deeper. Joyce was now clawing at his biceps, her pussy very gradually getting used to the size of the cock that was impaling her, and while there were tears trickling down the sides of her face and her eyes were bugging out wide, she looked ecstatic.

"Omigod omigod omigod!" Joyce was yelling, making Don glad that the neighbors on the bedroom side of his apartment had moved out.

The sight of his niece wild-eyed and thrashing underneath him, along with the way her pussy was so gloriously tight around his manhood, made it obvious to Don that he would not last very long, so he went into another gear.

The bed was banging into the wall behind the headboard, and he was now impaling Joyce with the entire length of his member, the sweat from his head and chest raining down on his niece like a monsoon as he neared orgasm.

Just when he was about to erupt inside of Joyce she arched her upper torso off of the bed as only the whites of her eyes were visible, and then she started bucking wildly on the mattress. Don grabbed Joyce's wrists and slammed them down on the bedding to hold her down, as it seemed like his skinny niece was on the verge of throwing them both off the mattress.

Don came just as Joyce's pussy practically pushed his cock out of her, and as he leaned into his niece to keep him inside, he was treated to a series of contractions that served to milk his cock dry as they both rode their orgasms nuzzled in each other's necks.

Above the bedroom, they heard the sound of the upstairs neighbor stomping on the floor, and that got them both giggling as Don explained that it was the same way the old lady sounded when she was walking around up there anyway.

"That was so amazing," Joyce said as she looked up at Don, who lifted himself off of his niece while trying to catch his breath. "I think I made a mess."

Don was aware of the wetness but thought it was the result of them sweating up a storm, because while it hadn't lasted as long as Don had wanted, the fact was that he wasn't used to such exercise.

"I think we both did," Don said as he felt his deflating cock begin to squirm out of his niece, and when it finally slithered out she winced a little, prompting him to ask if Joyce was okay.

"Never better," Joyce replied with a grin. "I want him back inside me though. That was so good."

"Beyond good," Don said as he rolled off to the side and looked at his disheveled niece as she sighed and put her hands behind her head and looked up at the ceiling.

So lithe and lovely, Don noted as he looked at the androgynous creature beside him, and while he realized that many if not most guys would say that she needed implants and a few extra pounds, to him Joyce was beautiful.

The way that her hip bones and ribs showed was mostly due to the fact that she was on her back, and her position made the tiny swells of her breast buds completely disappear, but there was no way she could be mistaken for a boy or a little girl.

The thick triangle of hair that surrounded her sex was proof of her womanhood, as were the long and plump nipples that were still pointing upward from their position on the crimson auroelas and also looked over-sized on their tiny platforms.

"You're the sexiest woman I've ever seen," Don said as he rolled onto his hip and let his meaty paw slide up and down Joyce's moist skin.

"If anybody ever heard you say that they would either lock you up or take away your driver's license until you got glasses," Joyce said with a giggle.

"I mean it," Don said.

"I know you do," Joyce said, not giggling anymore, and the way her uncle was looking at her convinced her of that.

Maybe I'm not built like other girls, Joyce mused as she enjoyed her uncle's touch, and when he leaned over and kissed her nipple she sighed. Some guys like me though, Joyce thought. Liked me just the way I am. Mr. Arthur did, even though that ended up weird, and now Uncle Don really likes me like this too.

"Uncle Don!" Joyce giggled as her daydream was interrupted by her uncle, who had nibbled up from her nipples and had kissed his way into the deep recess of her underarm.

"Ticklish?" Don asked playfully before going back into the incredibly deep pocket of his niece's underarm, where the dense coating of 5 o'clock shadow filled the cavern.

"A little. I did shave this morning, believe it or not. I swear. My armpit hair grows so fast I feel like a werewolf," Joyce explained.

"Doesn't matter a bit to me, and if you are a werewolf I want to make sure you bite me first," Don said. "You sure would be a furry one if you didn't though."

"I know."

"I'm really glad that you don't shave down there," Don said as he nodded down toward Joyce's furry delta.

"I did once."

"You did?"

"Yeah. The man I was seeing had me do it," Joyce explained. "It itched so bad when it grew back in after I stopped shaving it and I swore I wouldn't do it again."

"Well, count my vote for you just the way you are," Don said. "I can't imagine what you would look like without it."

"Oh, it was something," Joyce said. "Maybe someday I'll show you pictures."

"You have pictures of yourself naked?" Don said.

"Not exactly," Joyce said, and then to change the subject reached over and lifted her uncle's cock off of the bedding and began stretching the limp hose out. "Wonder if I can get this big boy pointing at me again?"

"Dunno. Remember, I'm an old man," Don explained, but as Joyce rolled him onto his back and crawled down to his hip, he added, "But, this might change things."


"I didn't want to do this," Joyce explained before she hit the prompt that would open up her past for her Uncle Don. "Having said that I admit that there were times when posing for him made me feel - I dunno - special.

"You don't have to," Don said but Joyce disagreed.

"The last few days have been so special for me," Joyce explained. "I'm so in love with you - and I know that nothing will ever come of it because of the obvious - but I need to show this to somebody and believe me that I never told a soul about it. Stupid me. I was so naive and so happy that somebody thought I was sexy, especially somebody older and well-respected."

"Ready when you are," Don said, and his eyes were on Joyce's long shaking finger as it moved.

"Snappy title huh?" Joyce said as the screen lit up with the bubble gum colored script trumpeting 'Welcome to Luscious Lolitas' to the people visiting, and an innocent looking girl licking a gigantic lollipop beckoning people to tour and hopefully join for $9.99 a month.

"Do they mean that?" Don asked when he saw the blurb proclaiming that not only did you have to be 18 to tour or join, but all models were 18 with the caveat "believe it or not" added to the disclaimer.

"They have my drivers license on file - a picture of it. Mr. Arthur snapped it the day after I turned 18," Joyce said. "That along with what he called my portfolio. All the pictures he took of me."

"And no - I don't pay $10 a month to belong to this," Joyce interjected. "When you're a featured model you get free access for however long you want."

"Omigod look!" Don said when he recognized someone very special on one of the entry pages.

"Funny thing is that I do that sometimes," Joyce explained regarding the shot of her biting her thumb, and even though her hair was in pigtails her uncle had recognized her right away because the picture was less that a year old. "Bad habit."

"I'm ashamed to admit this but you look beautiful there," Don admitted, and then laughed when she saw what her name was under the picture. "Muffin?"

"Wasn't my idea but looking back at it, it's a lot better than seeing Joyce Marie Schultz and my address," Joyce opined.

"Agreed. You're the star on this website though."

"Not really," Joyce corrected, and then brought the screen up that showed the faces of all the Luscious Lolitas - some 60 or so young looking ladies that members could access. "I just didn't want you to see the competition."

"No such woman exists," Don assured his niece.

"Now this is going to get a little - no, it's going to get a lot more graphic once we enter "Muffin's Playhouse," Joyce explained. "Last exit before the freeway. Still time to bail out..."

Joyce didn't give Don a chance to answer before clicking to enter "Muffin's Playhouse" which proudly offered 60 photos and a MPEG.

"What's a MPEG?" Don asked.

"A movie," Joyce said. "Sixty seconds that feels like a hour to me when I look at it. Here's the pictures."

The pictures started out very innocently, with a fully clothed Joyce sitting in a room that looked like a schoolgirl's might.

"Mr. Arthur's daughter's room," Joyce explained.

"Good grief."

"She doesn't live there - just visits every other week or so. He got divorced," Joyce told her uncle.

"Are those her clothes you're wearing?"

"No, they were all new things that he bought special for this," Joyce said of the teenybopper clothes she would be seen taking off through the series of photos.

"How does he make you look so - young? I mean, the pigtails I understand, but the way these photos were taken you look..."

"I don't look like I'm 6' tall?" Joyce said in finishing the sentence. "The guy could photograph like a professional, I have to admit. Notice I'm not near anything that will give you perspective that I'm really as tall as Big Bird."

"Ooh! Did you really say that?" Don said as a picture of Joyce biting her lips and looking down at her breasts, with her hands under the little swells, had a caption along with it.

"My titties are getting big?" Joyce said with a laugh. "No Uncle Don, I don't think I ever did or ever will say that. Mr. Arthur kept telling me to stop my nipples from swelling up so they didn't look like they get when they pop out all the way."

"See how pink my armpits are there?" Joyce said when a picture with her arms over her head came up. "Mr. Arthur had me keep running the razor under my arms even after I had shaved. They do look smooth though. Now things get a little more..."


"Warned you," Joyce said as the pictures of her totally naked started coming up, except for the brightly striped socks.

"I have to admit something," Don confessed. "Up until now I had a raging hard-on. Even though that's you there, I don't - I mean it does nothing for me. You look beautiful except it's just not for me."

"And the next month or so was hell," Joyce confessed as she looked at herself with her pussy completely shaved, with nothing around her glistening labia except smooth skin. "I was scratching like a hound, and no I didn't say I was 'waiting for hair to grow down there like my big sister' like it says. I might have a long time ago though."

"Who writes these comments?" Don asked. "And who prints childish letters like this?"

"Probably a computer program," Joyce shrugged. "Uh - you ready to meet Mr. Arthur?"

"He's on here with you?"

"Just a few pictures," Joyce explained as she brought the mouse over to a prompt that would bring you to the 'Muffin's naughty secrets - don't tell on me!' section.

"That's Mr. Arthur?" Don said of the picture of a man from the waist down, his erection waving in front of him while Joyce knelt there and recoiling as if in horror from the sight of it.

"Yeah, not his face though you notice," Joyce explained. "Only one face in Muffin's naughty secrets. Mine."

"Your acting - you look like a silent films actress there with the shocked face."

"Back then this cock did look big to me," Joyce said. "Since I had seen very few before he came into my life I had nothing to compare it with. Not proud of the rest here but you need to see them."

Don recoiled himself when the last few pictures came up, the sight of Joyce looking bug-eyed as the picture taken from the teacher's angle showed his erection inches from her mouth making him cringe, and then he looked away when he saw the one with his niece's lips halfway down the shaft.

The last one, of Joyce's face in a close up with semen coming out of the corners of her mouth, disappeared from the screen quickly but not quick enough for Don.

"Hate me?"

"Of course not. After what we've been doing together I have no right to judge, but these moments were private things - or should have been private things," Don said. "You did them of your own choice though?"

"Afraid so. I was in love, or thought I was. He made me feel sexy, and although he used me, I allowed it."

"Chalk it up to experience," Don said. "If there were cameras and websites like this when I was young? Well, let's just say I'm glad there weren't."

"One more thing you have to see," Joyce said. "There is absolutely positively nothing else like this with me in it anywhere in the world. I swear."

This little snippet of a movie, taken with a stationary camera, was a couple of very short segments. The first showed Joyce on her knees giving the headless teacher oral sex while he said largely inaudible things.

The second segment showed Joyce - almost unrecognizable - as she straddled her teacher's erection while facing the camera. Joyce lowered herself down on the teacher's cock, and after going up and down a few times she lifted herself up and grabbed the guy's cock as it started to erupt all over the place, and after she jerked him off for a few seconds it was over.

"There's a reason I showed you all this," Joyce said as she brought the screen back to the entry page.

"Other than wanting to make me cry?" Don said only half-kidding, because his eyes had watered up.

"Yeah. The first thing was so you know that while Mom and Dad think I'm the queen of the nerds, I've had my moments," Joyce explained. "So when you get those feelings like you sometimes do - and don't deny it either - that you're taking advantage of me or anything when we make love? You aren't, so get over it."


"The second thing was that I don't want you to be blindsided in case any of this ever comes up. If somebody comes up to you and says that you have a slut from a porn site working for you - or is related to you - you'll have an idea where it's coming from."

"I doubt very much that many people have ever seen this site. There's a million of them out there and the chances that anybody in our sleepy little puritan community will see this are pretty slim, don't you think babe?"

"The first week I started behind the counter I was waiting on this guy and he kept looking at my chest," Joyce recounted. "I don't get much of that but then I saw that he was looking at my name tag. I gave him his milkshake and after he got his change he was looking at me weird. I asked if there was anything else and he goes, 'Muffin?'"


"I managed to stay calm - not like my acting in the picture - and played dumb. I said something like we don't have muffins or any food except hot dogs, and he walked away but that freaked me out so I hide in the back a whole lot since then. Haven't seen him since but if that's any indication it won't be the last time because once it's on the Internet it's out there forever. Now you know."

"Don't worry about me. It's you I'm worried about," Don said. "I think you played it right. Play ignorant and deny everything. Pretend you're a politician."

"That's my plan. Seen enough? Oh wait. One more section. You have to read my fan mail - it's called Muffin's Mailbox where guys - and even a couple of supposed women - can write to tell me what they think of me. Some of the notes are cute and some is scary and some is just nasty."

"Herb in Hoboken says he wants to fuck everyone of my holes," Joyce cackled as she read. "And Scorpio3000 says he loves me so much and prays my titties will never grow. Guess praying works sometimes, at least for Scorpio."

"Good grief," Don said. "Some of these are..."

"Freaky?" Joyce asked. "I know. A lot of guys showing me their dick telling me to dump that guy I'm in the movie with, and some of them complaining that I'm a big nosed geek. Here - this guy says that I'm so ugly he wouldn't fuck me with somebody else's dick."

"She ain't gots no tits?" Don read and roared at the illiterate who then signed his name 'Kieth'.

"Kept me from getting a big head," Joyce admitted, and before she left Muffin's Mailbox she found her favorite and read it aloud.

"My husband wants me to give you a massage. Get you all nice and oily and rub my jugs over your precious little breasts, and then have you sit on my face so I can lick your tiny pink asshole while my husband puts his very thick 7" into your sweet honeypot. Then after he comes I'll suck his seed out of your pussy. If I miss some and you get pregnant we'll have you move into our house and we'll all raise our baby."

"Astrid even left her email address for you," Don observed.

"Pass, but at least their defiling of me was nicely written," Joyce commented.

"is there a pubic hair anywhere on this site?" Don asked as they skimmed some other sections before they logged out.

"I don't think so."

"Not for me," Don said as he wrapped his arms around his niece and hugged her tight. "I confess to having a fetish for small breasted women..."

"Flat chested ones too," Joyce interjected as her uncle's hands reached around and massaged the swells.

"That too, but I also like a nice bush down below."

"That I have, in spades," Joyce noted.

"Before we put this to rest forever," Don asked. "Whatever happened to the teacher? Did you dump him?"

"Yeah. The next time I saw him after those pictures showed up on the website and he showed them to me, when I got to his place there were a couple of other people there. A frizzy haired redhead about my age with gigantic tits and this big black guy who looked like King Kong. Mr. Arthur tells me that he was so happy with the way things turned out with the other pictures that he wants to take some more with his friends," Joyce explained. "I flew out the door so fast you wouldn't believe it. Lucky for me my report card was already out. Haven't seen him since and he finally stopped calling me"

"And that perv's loss is my gain," Don said. "As for the website, Muffin's Playhouse gets an A+ for me up until the camera goes below the waist."

"And a razor will never go down there again, I guarantee you," Joyce said as she was brought away from the computer and deposited on the bed.

"Thank you," Don said as he climbed up over his niece, pinned her arms down over her head and smothered her breasts with affection before sucking on the swollen nipples and nibbling over to Joyce's cavernous armpits. "And if you don't ever shave these that's fine with me too."

"Ooh!" Joyce cooed as her Uncle Don kissed his way through the valley of seedlings. "Sometimes in winter I let them go for a while, but you won't believe how hairy they get. What do you say to that?"

"I say that I know what I want for Christmas, Don said as he brought his manhood into the lush forest and slipped the head between the moist labia. "I want you."

Mittwoch, 14. Oktober 2015

What you gave Kevin

Written by Mister Reason

This wasn't right, none of it, and if I ever heard one of my friends tell me they did sometimes like this to their own flesh and blood I would have called them depraved. That's what happens when you get lonely, I guess.

I suppose it doesn't help that even though I'm 66 years old, I can still get it up. Not many of my friends can still, I suspect, but I can and do, and it's a rare day that doesn't find me popping a load while reading an erotic story.

Not just any story either. I've come to enjoy the ones in the Incest category, and while this is a recent interest of mine, I've been making up for lost time. Those stories about grandfathers and their granddaughters really get my juices flowing, if you know what I mean.

I like the tales that are more like real life, because while most young ladies are cute in their own way, not that many are the ravishing beauties depicted in many stories, and that lack of realism makes me lose interest.

My granddaughter Virginia is real. She likes to be called Ginny, so nobody calls her Virginia unless they are mad at her, and I guess she's like most 18 year old girls these days. She's moody and mouthy and likes to give my daughter a hard time when she doesn't get her own way.

I feel sorry for my daughter, who got dumped by her husband a few years ago and became both father and mother to Ginny. Because I live fairly close by and being a retired widower with a lot of time on my hands, I like to help out when I can.

That was how I found myself in the position I'm in now. I went over to their place one weekday afternoon at the start of summer last year. They had screens that needed to get into windows, so because it was a nice day I drove over with nothing but the best intentions.

Well, maybe not all of my intentions were honorable. There was always the chance that Ginny would be in the swimming pool, if they had even bothered to open up the old above ground thing for the season.

Ginny has dark brown hair cut really short, almost mannish looking, and I think many people suspect that she might be a lesbian. Ginny isn't exactly blessed with a knockout figure either. That much I knew in watching her develop from a child to a young woman. She's a little plump, with her bottom a bit larger than her top, but that was alright with me.

I suppose that it isn't that unusual for a grandfather to notice things like that, in a perfectly innocent way. My frequent visits to their home has led me to learn a lot of things that grandfathers don't know though. Maybe shouldn't know. I tend to do a little snooping when I'm there.

Ginny wears 38C bras and her pantie size is 8, which translates into an XL. She uses Tampax Pearl Tampons, Teen Spirit Pink Crush deodorant, Venus Embrace Razors and Silky Smooth Shave Gel. She likes these Twilight books and movies and seems to have a crush on some guy named Zac Efron, and who he is or what he does I have no idea.

Ginny's also a bit of a tease. I've caught her several times giving me little peeks down her blouse, 'accidentally' of course, and I know she's caught me taking her up on her not-too-subtle flirting by looking at what she wants me to see.

I also know one other thing about Ginny that a grandfather shouldn't know. She loves to suck cock.

How do I know that? Simple. I saw her, and judging by what I saw, it was obvious that my granddaughter is no lesbian and that it wasn't the first time a cock had passed between those full red lips of hers.

It was on that day that I went to install their screen windows. After pulling into the driveway I headed to the garage where they kept the screens during the winter. I noted that the cover was still on the pool, which meant that there would be no glimpses of my cherubic granddaughter in her bathing suit that day.

I remember reaching for the knob on the side door of the garage when I froze in my tracks. My hearing isn't all that great, but it was good enough to pick up the unmistakable sounds of a guy having a lot of fun.

Having made those noises quite a lot over the years, although not in recent memory, the groaning and moaning got my attention so I took a few steps around to the back of the garage, not knowing what I would find.

Stopping dead in my tracks when I reached the edge of the back wall, I was treated to the sight of some young guy I didn't know leaning against the back wall of the shed. He looked a little like Maynard G. Krebs to me, skinny, long haired and a bit disheveled, and his pants and underwear were down around his calves.

The girl kneeling before him - her I knew. My precious granddaughter Ginny, who was on her knees in the dirt, fully clothed, was moving her mouth on this guy's cock like a pro, slamming the guy back into the garage wall every time her mouth pushed forward.

"Suck that cock Ginny!" the kid sneered. "Take it all!"

What did I do during all of this? What I wanted to do was go over and get in line for some of that action. Ginny was deep-throating the guy, and even though it didn't look like that was a whole lot there to suck, she took every centimeter of it.

What I did was take out this fancy little gadget - one of this things that you can not only load music onto, but can tell you the temperature in London or what the stock market is doing. It also takes pictures, and that what I did until the guy popped his load. Ginny took the spunk in her mouth too, although she spit it out onto the dirt after he was done.

I ducked back out of sight before they noticed me watching, and I managed to look like I was just arriving when the two lovebirds came out from back there. After they said hello and walked past me I heard the kid tell Ginny that they were lucky they didn't get caught while I went about the business of putting those screens up.

When I got back to my place I made a few prints of the pictures that came out the best and I had to admit that they didn't come out bad. The best part was that although you couldn't see the kids face in the photos, there was no mistaking my granddaughter, which was all I cared about.


"Where's your boyfriend... what's his name?" I asked, having forgotten the name of the boy Ginny had introduced me to yesterday in passing.

"Kevin?" Ginny said. "He's working. Not really my boyfriend though."

"Oh really?" I said while following Ginny out to the garage, having lured her out there on a bullshit premise.

Ginny was wearing a red tank top that allowed me a bit of a view of the tops of her tits, and white shorts that were snug on her full butt. Ginny's legs were plump but shapely, and I wondered how they would feel wrapped around my hips.

"Because yesterday," I said while moving in front of my granddaughter as we reached the garage, and she seemed confused when I herded her out behind the shed. "You sure looked like you were really close. See?"

I handed Ginny one of the pictures I had in an envelope, and when she looked at it the expression on her face was priceless as she gaped at the image of herself on her knees in virtually the same spot we were.

After looking back and forth at the picture and at me looking grandfatherly and kind, she ripped up the picture. I wasn't surprised, although that photo paper is kind of expensive, but it didn't matter because I had plenty more in addition to having the images stored on my computer.

"Ginny," I said with an air of grandfatherly disapproval. "That's not nice. You looked so cute there. It doesn't matter, because there's more where that came from."

"Here," I continued while handing my flustered granddaughter another photo. "This one is even better. You can see your rosy red cheeks clearly. I've got this one as a screen saver on my computer. You're got his nuts on your chin."

Ginny's lower lip started quivering and her eyes welled up with tears. It was a touching sight, and for some reason I also found it arousing.

"Gonna give them to Mom?" Ginny sniffed.

"Why would I do that?" I said. "I was young once myself and I remember what it was like to be horny all the time."

"Still feel that way a lot, you know?" I said as I looked down on Ginny, who was about a foot shorter than my 6'1" height, and when I put my long weathered fingers on her plump round shoulder she jumped.

"Then what..."

"Take off your blouse."


"You heard me. Take off your blouse and then take off your bra," I said while taking a step back and leaning on the very wall my granddaughter had pinned her friend yesterday. "Rather hot out today anyway."

"What?" Ginny snapped. "You gonna blackmail me?"

"I didn't say that. I just want to see your tits," I snickered. "I'm sure Kevin's seen them. It's not like you're a kid anymore. You're 18."

"You're my grandfather," Ginny huffed.

"I know," I said. "Makes it sound even nastier, doesn't it? I think you want me to see what a big girl you are now - show Grandpa those 38C's of yours."

Ginny stood open-mouthed, her head slowly moving back and forth as she tried to comprehend what was happening, and how her grandfather knew what size bra she wore. Clearly, I had no intention of blackmailing my granddaughter, but I suspected that she might use that line of reasoning to justify something that might actually be arousing to her deep inside.

"Here?" Ginny squeaked.

"Why not?" I suggested, pointing out that there was no way anyone could see back there. "Besides, this spot is kind of erotic, don't you think."

"I'm waiting," I said after a moment of us staring at each other.

"You - you aren't going to take pictures of me, are you?"

"No Ginny," I said as she pulled the bottom of her tank top out from under her shorts. "That's it - no - don't turn around while you take it off. I want to watch."

My heart was racing as Ginny lifted the top up, exposing her fleshy belly and then the bra that housed her breasts. With her arms raised up briefly, I noticed the faint 5 o'clock shadow that completely coated the deep hollows of her armpits, and I wondered whether that indicated Ginny had a really hairy pussy too.

"Nice, honey," I said. "Now the bra."

Ginny screwed up her face at my request, but I didn't rush her, instead checking out the ample cleavage that her bra revealed, and it was then that I realized that she should go out and buy some new bras, since she was crammed into that 38C.

"Come now Virginia," I said, enjoying her reaction to my using her full name. "You certainly have no reason to be embarrassed, seeing as how well endowed you are. Maybe some day we can go get you fitted for some new brassieres. I'll bet you're at least a D cup now, and it's a shame to have all of that natural beauty squeezed into ill-fitting garments."

The thought of taking Ginny into some woman's foundations store and watching some lesbian clerk fitting her for bras while subtly pawing at her tits - I think that was from a story I read at literotica - made my cock twitch.

"That's it," I said while watching Ginny reach back and struggle with the hooks before the harness lurched forward as her breasts came free.

"Gorgeous," I whispered as Ginny pulled the straps off of her shoulders and held the bra at her side, allowing me the unobstructed view of a great pair of tits. "Look at those nipples of yours!"

While Ginny's full breasts were amazing, what capped them off was even better. Her aureoles were the circumference of drink coasters, the crimson nipples in their centers were like bullets, and those pegs seemed to be growing longer and thicker as I spoke.

"Grandpa," Ginny gasped when my hand came up to feel the giving flesh, and as her nipples burned my palm my heart did a little dance that made my knees tremble.

"Ssh - you love it," I said softly. "You know you love it. Maybe not as much as I do, but still..."

I loved her just the way she was, but if my granddaughter ever hit the gym and lost a little of the baby fat that was on her thick waist, she would be an absolute knockout.

I kneaded her breasts, reveling in their natural softness, and then stepped away to look around the corner of the garage, just to make sure nobody was coming.

"No no," I said, stopping Ginny when she seemed to be thinking that we were done. "We're going to stay back here. There's something I want you to do for me."

"Please Grandpa," Ginny whined as she watched me undo my belt, and my baggy trousers fell to the ground before I even undid the clasp.

"Don't whine honey," I said, pausing before unsnapping by boxer shorts. "All I want is what you gave Kevin yesterday. I love you way more than he does, and besides, judging by the way you sucked his cock that was far from the first one you've gobbled."

I smiled benevolently as the snap popped open, and I reveled in watching Ginny's reaction at what she saw when my faded beige boxers hit the ground. It was the double-take that sent shivers through my body, and though my granddaughter had turned away initially, her head jerked back as I exposed myself.

"What's the matter honey?" I cooed sympathetically, knowing that it wasn't my knobby knees that made her do that precious double-take. "I like the shy act but we both know you've seen plenty of these before."

"Not like that," Ginny mumbled, having given up trying to hide her stare, and her reaction made my cock begin to get aroused.

"What? You mean me not being circumcised?" I suggested while reaching down and sliding back the foreskin to expose the plum-sized glans beneath.

"No," Ginny said, dismissing my suggestion that she wasn't aware of the male anatomy while watching my hand slid slowly up and down what would soon be 9 or so inches of thick flesh pointed at her when fully engorged. "You know."

"No, I don't know, honey," I said feigning interested at what it was that had startled her so, and even though it was something that I had enjoyed every time it happened through my life, I never got tired of it.

"Your cock is fucking huge."

I chose not to chastise my granddaughter for her salty language, and also feigned surprise that my cock was anything out of the ordinary while pulling on my dangling hose innocently. In fact, I was rather aroused already, as well as being much more of a 'show-er' than a grower, so that the 9" cock she was gawking at wouldn't grow much at all after it got fully hard.

"Nothing to be afraid of honey," I said as I put my hand on her round shoulder where the bra strap had formed a groove, and as I eased my granddaughter down to her knees I added, "Been a long time for your old Grandpa."

Holding my cock in my right hand and the back of Ginny's head in my left, I started to bring them closer together, until the tip of my cock was against Ginny's pouting face, and I pressed forward, telling her to part those lips and give me what she gave Kevin.

"Skin it back," I said, but Ginny was already doing just that, and her lips slid along the head and partway down the shaft, not stopping until almost half of my cock was wet with her saliva. "Good girl. That's my Ginny."

The tearful reactions and the way she had behaved earlier - that was long gone. Maybe it was just an act, I thought. Maybe she was playing with me all along just to see if it would make me want her more. If so, like George once said, mission accomplished.

I loved the way she was glance up at my occasionally, and she was go down even further when I smiled my approval. It was feeling too good for me to last very long, but I tried my best to stay control.

"You aren't going to spit it out after I cum like you did Kevin, are you?" I asked. "Gonna cum soon and I want you to swallow it."

"No!" Ginny said, pulling her face away from my cock, and I was about to tell her, fine, if you don't want to that's fine, but that wasn't way.

"Fuck me, Grandpa," Ginny said as she scrambled to her feet and dragged me into the garage, and after she yanked her shorts down her plump shapely legs and pulled down her panties, I learned that Ginny had a nice hairy pussy indeed.

Wet too, I discovered when my hand raked through the thick muff, but Ginny wasn't interested in much foreplay because she was bringing me over to the back of the garage where an old chair sat. Ginny knelt on the arm and bent over to grab the other arm with her hands.

"You seem to have used this before," I snickered as I looked at Ginny's plump ass, and as I spread her cheeks I saw that the hair grew right up to her asshole. "Hairy little thing aren't you? Want it up the ass?"

"No. My cunt, Grandpa," she grunted when I dipped my finger in her anus for a moment. "Give it to me in the pussy. Hard!"

I brought my cock up between her legs and without ceremony leaned into her, making the little girl squeal as I forced my cock into her tight pussy. I forced myself to look away as I pushed all of my cock into her before beginning to thrust in and out.

I looked at the gardening tools in the corner, the pile of newspapers to be recycled and just about anything but Ginny, who was making it tough enough by talking dirty and making a lot of noise. Finally I gave up and began pounding into Ginny as hard as I could, making the chair bounce and causing Ginny's chubby butt to jiggle.

I held onto her fleshy hips as she announced that she was about to orgasm. Actually, what she said was, "Fucking cumming!" and she didn't say it either, but screamed it, making me hope that no neighbors were home.

She came just in time because I was about to myself, and when she came her pussy savagely crushed my cock and made me start to ejaculate inside of her. After a few spurts it struck me that there was a chance I could still fire live rounds, but by then it was too late so I leaned over and reached under my granddaughter, squeezing her jugs as they dangled below her until I was spent.

"That was good, Grandpa," Ginny said as we untangled.

"Yes," I wheezed as I stepped back and leaned against the wall while Ginny looked around for her clothes.

"Damn Grandpa," Ginny muttered as she reached down and scooped the cum that was oozing out of her pussy with her hand, shaking it on the ground and laughing as more drooled out and hung on her pubic hair. "You really shot a load in me."

"You can't get - you know?" I asked.

"No," she said while musing. "That would be something though, wouldn't it?"

"That chair," I said. "You seemed to have mastered that maneuver."

"Yeah, you're tall enough," Ginny said. "And you older dudes like to fuck standing up I guess. Easier on the back and it makes you feel more like a predator. What, you thought I was a virgin or something? I was just playing with you before. Not easy playing innocent. I've wanted you for a long time."

"No, I - well I don't know."

"Yours is the biggest one I've had though," Ginny admitted. "No way would I take you in the ass, at least not sober."

"Oldest one too," I said while trying to get my pants on.

"Um - how old are you?" she asked while thinking. "66? Yeah, I think you're the oldest."

"You've been with other old guys?" I asked.

"Not nice to fuck and tell," Ginny said. "Need help with that?"

"No, I'm okay," I said as the pants finally came up and we made our way out of the garage.

"If you liked it and want more, give me a call," Ginny said before I went on my way, and I told her I would.

That was a year ago, and I've made that call over a dozen times. Only once was Ginny not agreeable, and when she told me the reason why, I told her that I didn't about that and would have that chair cleaned.

I did too, and I don't know if her mother noticed that old chair was professionally cleaned or not, but it makes it nicer for me and Ginny, and for whoever else uses it I suppose, but I'm not jealous because at my age there is no way I could keep Ginny satisfied. Maybe no one man could.

I'm going over this afternoon because it was her 19th birthday recently, and when I asked her what she wanted she told me. I don't know who was more surprised when I said yes, me or Ginny, when she told me that she wanted two men for her birthday.

"Two Grandpas at once," Ginny declared.

She wanted me and this other old guy, who is also a grandfather but not Ginny's, to have our way with her on the chair. She wants one of us to fuck her from behind while she sucks on the other's cock, and then change places.

Ginny also wants us to DP her, although I don't know how we could work that in the chair. We may have to use a bed for that. She explained that because his cock isn't as big or thick as mine he wants the other guy to do her ass while I'm in her pussy.

I'm all for it, but had asked Ginny to please not tell the other old guy that I'm her grandfather because it would make me feel - perverted.

"Oops!" Ginny had said. "Too late."

"Oh gee," I said, wondering how I would look this other guy in the eye with him knowing what I was doing to my own flesh and blood.

"He's cool with it," Ginny said. "I told you he's a grandfather, remember?"

"Yeah but..."

"His granddaughter is away at college, halfway across the country, so he doesn't get to do her except around the holidays and vacations," Ginny explained.

"You mean he..."

"Yeah, and he's been doing her for a long time," Ginny said. "Think of all the years we missed out on. And if this works out with us three he said he would like to have his granddaughter join us when she gets home for vacation. She's a skinny blonde who is smoking hot. Would you like that - a foursome? You like to see me eat pussy?"

"What is this world coming to?" I asked. "Is every grandfather diddling their granddaughters?"

"Yeah, isn't it great?" Ginny giggled.

"I guess," I had said, and while I'm going to Ginny's garage confused, I'm still going.