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author's note: long, w/ probable continuation, (someday). But a complete
'how-it-came-to-be' story as it stands.
usual disclaimer: be of age to read; pure fiction; no reposting for
profit; property of the author.
"In the Heat of the Day" ~oafish
It felt like I was sitting in my own private, cool, shaded cave. Bright
early summer sun glaringly flooded the supermarket parking lot, but from
75 - 100 feet away from the store entrance, I was enjoying my drowsy
comfort of my classic Bonneville in the far corner of the lot.
My major staples already purchased and stashed in the trunk of my huge
'71 chunk of Detroit steel, I was takng a break, quietly listening to
the ballgame while lazily watching the comings and goings of the
shoppers that invariably parked as close to the store as possible. I
know, I'm wierd, but I always park way out here, as I said, in the cool,
deep shade, away from all the frantic hustle-bustle. And I always
back into the parking space so I have an unobstructed view for my
solitary shopping adventures. Even wierder, shopping is always a
two-part endeavor; first of all, the cans and packaged stuff... then a
long, leisurely soda break... followed by another run through the store
for perishables.
'Oh my! Would ya look at the titties jiggling on that little
teeny-bopper 'cart-girl' !,' I was idly thinking... when my private
parkingspot was annoyingly INVADED by the roar of a van pulling
alongside into the slot next to me!
The silence was broken by a loud, complaining,
"But, Gram....!"
Which was quicky interrupted by an emphatic, "No! You come on in
with me... I could use your help. Besides... it'll be cooler
inside!"
The van door popped open and a spry grey haired woman, ('not bad, for a
granny!'), jumped out and quickly started for the store while calling
back over her shoulder. "Come along, now. No lolligagging!"
I glanced to my left at the noise of the van's side door sliding along
it's track, and was instantly mesmerized!
A pixie of a little dark-eyed honey was staring back at me. Long,
dark hair framing her sweet little face, I was close enough to see the
scattering of freckles across the bridge of her unblemished nose. My
eyes travelled past the fullness of her naturally pink lips; down the
graceful slimness of her flawless throat; across the protruding bumps of
her stretched, red, sleeveless 'T'; to take in the tanned, golden
softness that surrounded her delicate navel. The white micro-shorts
that cuddled her tummy were of that 'stretchy' stuff; and as a long
golden leg wavered, languidly extending and seeking the ground before my
eyes, I found myself gawking at the exquisite tender flesh of her inner
thigh... that led my gaze up to the outlined double-puff of a spandexed,
pre-teen camel-toe!
My mouth must have dropped open, 'cause as she turned to close the door,
slowly wagging her tightly encased buns in my face, she giggled!
Both of her hands went down to pinch and pull the tight hem of her
shorts back over the glorious succulence of untanned flesh that had
squeezed out beneath the tight fabric. As she bounced away, that
stretch stuff kept riding up the crack of her ass. She glanced back
at my undisguised gawking, and with liquid eyes catching mine from
beneath her lowered lashes, she gave me a long, saucy, little smile!
The flashing of those long golden legs in the sunlight! The perfect
roundness of those pumping little, half-exposed, white globes of her
tiny ass! The waving dark hair trailing down her back to caress the
tanned smoothness of her back below the red 'T'. Her slim arms
undulating out to either side as she bounced and skipped in her
exaggerated youthful stride to catch up to 'Gram'...
..I was more than enthralled... I was LOST!
Finding myself out of breath, clenching the steering wheel in a
white-knuckled grip, I took my time to regain some small semblance of
outward composure. My hand distractedly turned off the ballgame, (we
were winning... or maybe losing), as I pulled myself out of the car.
I was headed back for the second part of my shopping, hoping to catch
another glimpse of that hot, little, wonder-kid. She just couldn't
be as perfectly exquisite as my vision, could she? ...There had to
be an unnoticed flaw!
I had only the vaguest notion of what I was actually in the store to
buy, as I shambled my cart hap-hazardly down an aisle towards the fresh
meat section.
Bent at the waist with her elbows straight out to either side, there she
was! She was trying to shade her eyes with her face pressed to the
fogged up glass of a freezer cabinet. Those long, golden legs were
stifly locked at the knees and had her tiny, white-covered ass halfway
out into the aisle. The flatness of her horizontal back was
contrasted by the soft curve of her little belly that showed within the
sag of the cutoff 'T'. As I appoached I was astounded to see that
the armhole of the sleeveless shirt was flashing the gorgeous sight of
the side of one jutting little pad of her developing bud. I was
completely entranced by the sight of that sweet curve of white, young
flesh that held the exposed, pinkly swollen puff of her aureola.
My fixated gaze suddenly widened to see that she was looking along the
underside of her arm at me!
"Hee-hee... caught 'cha pe-e-ek-ing!..." she quietly chortled without
moving or changing her semi-nasty, salacious, little stance.
"Ummmm-hmmmm... that you did, girl! ...And it appears that you like me
sneaking little looks, don't you!?!" I smiled over at her, my eyes
still glued to the open side of her shirt....
.."In fact, that's why you're making sure I can see that pretty little
tittie... me looking get's you all happy and excited, doesn't it!?"
I whispered to the now happily squirming little girl.
One of her silken knees was rythmically bending and straightening as she
glanced at me and openly confessed...
"Unhuh... It gets me even more 'tingly' when I see that you're
lookin'... (giggle)!" (And I could only imagine what those tight
spandex shorts were doing as they were grinding back and forth in her
crotch!)
With a determined little snigger, she pulled the freezer door open; and
as she squatted down before the opening, she glanced down the aisle
between my legs. I was looking down, watching the double bulge of
her gloriously puffed camel-toe, when she mischievously caught the tip
of her tongue between her teeth and hooked a thumb in the armhole of her
shirt.
Staring straight ahead into the freezer, she stretched the fabric
forward and I saw a misty swirl of freezer-fog coldly caress the hot tip
of her pink little bud! The radish sized aureola flushed and
crinkled. And as the cold dampness engulfed the heat of her pre-teen
tittie, the hot-pink of a chilled and excited nipple extended before my
eyes!
As she stared, fixedly, at the frozen orange juice before her, she took
a deep breath... and softly mumbled.
..."Ya wanna touch it?..."
It twitched! ...and she giggled. I bent down next to her, and
reaching across my body, my fingertips closed about the hardness of that
cold little tittie. She gave a tiny gasp as her goosebumped thighs
closed and opened.
When I squeezed and rolled the cold pebble of her nipple between my
thumb and forefinger she suddenly bolted upright! Her eyes were
'bugged-out'! The flambouyant pink/white of her pre-teen pointer was
still fully exposed, right before my eyes!
Unthinking, I let my tongue stroke the underside of her developing bud
and flick across the stiff tip! Her mouth fell open with a little
squeal of surprize. Trembling, one hand reflexively covered her
tittie as she whirled away from me.
The other hand was clutching a frozen can of orange juice, and with her
half-naked little buns just pumping, she quicky skittered down the
aisle!
I tossed something into my cart, and sort of trying to remember what I
was suppsed to be doing here, I ambled the other way... my heart
pounding in my chest! I was only 'half-aware' of all the warm smiles I
was getting from all the lady shoppers. Looking back on it, they were
probably due to the blissful, idiot grin plastered on my face... or
maybe the unrestrained bulge in my pants. Not to say that I wasn't
'all-there', but I WAS sort of aimlessly meandering the store behind my
cart with my 'short-term-memory' trapped in overdrive!
The next thing I knew, I had steered around the end of an aisle and
narrowly missed colliding with an oncoming cart. As I mindlessly
dodged out of the way, I unexpectedly 'became one' with a gangly little
body. It was her again!
She was pressed full length against me with those hard, twin little
spears gouging into my stomach. In her stride, her knee had slipped
between my legs and her soft belly was trapping my half-swollen meat
against my thigh! One of her hands had grabbed my wrist for balance
and support, and as those little fingers rythmically squeezed, we just
stood there, unmoving... both of us silently pulsing... for an eternity
of two or three seconds.
"For shame, girl! You should be watching what your doing!," came the
admonishing exclamation from her Grandma behind the other cart....
.."I'm so sorry." (to me), "The silly girl seems to be off dreaming in
another world these days."
"No... problem," I countered as I felt that little belly subtley push
against me several times.
"No permanent damage done. ...un... Are you ok, Miss?" Her
mischievious smile beneath her lowered lashes was accompanied by a
little sub-vocal 'purr' and another little squeeze on my wrist as we
disentangled ourselves.
I swear... it wasn't two minutes later, that I saw her again! This
time she was quietly standing in all her tightly packaged foxiness by a
meat counter, distractedly looking off into space with unseeing eyes, as
Grandma continually whispered in her ear. As my cart passed behind
them, I managed to hear a couple snatches of, '...you're sure?...,' and,
'...I wish you'd wait a bit more...,' and, 'I've still got a lot more
shopping to do...,' being quietly mumbled into the entranced little
girl's ear.
The girl's full, ripe lips just hung open as she repeatedly nodded her
freckle-faced head in response to the whispered diatribe; she was
absentmindedly stroking the tips of two fingers gently along a Kilbassa
sausage; and Grandma had a hand down at their sides, calmly stroking and
kneading one of the girl's muscular little buns!
If I'd though I was confused before, I was certain that I was ready for
the 'rubber-room' by now! I decided to grab some produce, checkout
and seek the 'Quiet of Bonneville' to try to sort this all out!
Doing a final, distracted sweep through the fresh produce, there they
were again! Now she was absentmindedly fondling the can of frozen
juice in the upper basket of her cart. As our eyes met, she brought
her fingertips up under that 'T'... and shuddered exquisitely as they
found therir goal! We couldn't seem to beak eye contact; and as I
passed by her again, heading for the checkout, I heard her say:
"Grams... I'm going to wait in the car... ok?"
"Ok, dear... but I'm going to be awhile yet. I'm not even half-done."
Grandma replied while perusing the massive list clutched in her hand.
Somehow managing to get through the checkout, I found myself ambling
through the hot sun, plastic bag in hand, my mind in a whirl, heading
for my car.
Tossing the bag into the back seat, I was automatically careful to not
bang my door into the side of the van. As I stood at my open door,
about to get into my car, I noticed that the sliding door of te van was
open a half foot. I just reached out and slowly slid it open a
couple more feet. She was sitting cross-legged on the floor, one
hand jammed into her shorts, staring at me. Not a word... she just
watched with her other hand behind her for support... as I let my
fingertips follow my eyes to trail across the damp heat of her tender
little belly and slide up under her shirt. Those wonderous peaks of
hotly excited titties came sweatily into view and biting on her lower
lip, she arched her back into my hands as I gently squeezed her tender
flesh! So alabaster white and firm in contrast to the soft golden
tan of her belly! The bright, pinkly flushed swolleness of her
engorged nipples just screamed at my mind!
As my mouth wetly enclosed one entire tittie, she just moaned and her
tender, golden legs helplessly straightened to dangle and listlessly
waver on either side of me, out the door of the van!
I was madly slobbering from one enflamed nipple to the other....licking,
sucking, suckling, maniacally nibbling! She was flat on her back,
her fingers wildly clutching and combing the back of my head. My
fingers found the top of those sprayed on micro-shorts; and as she
wantonly lifted her slim little hips, I began to peel the sweat-sticking
cloth from under her trembling ass!
With a final slurp, I pulled my lips from a saliva drenched tit and
stood, lifting her golden legs straight towards the van ceiling. I
continued the peel the spandex 'skin' from this horny little minx, and
the pungent tang of her ripeness suddenly assaulted my nostrils! Her
ankles still cuffed in spandex, her knees fell apart and I was staring
at the hottest, little, dripping, fuzz-plastered twat I'd ever imagined!
All puffed and swollen in her little-girl excitement, her mons and
labia covered with a tracery of sweat and hormone darkened hairs, the
redly gleaming inner lips of the pre-teen's enflamed sex pulsed up at me
with uncontrollable desire!
She used one hand to pull me between her wide-spread knees and I
marvelled at her golden, knotting abs that contrasted with the paleness
of her untanned hunger, as her other hand feebily tore at my pants.
I was completely between her legs, balancing on one hand on the floor,
my feet still on the ground, my knees braced against the side of the
van-floor. She held me by the back of my head, and as we both had a
free hand tearing at my pants... she was rasping in my ear.
"Cock! I want cock! Ohhhh... gimme... gotta... ...COCK!
..Eeeeemmmm... ohhh, pleASE!... NOW! ...hurry...ohhh...hurry...
..CO-OCK!...
..gimmmeee, CO-O-OCK!!!"
As my pants cascaded to mid-thigh, I just fell forward and the bottom of
my throbbing hard-on suddenly mashed violently against the volcanic
trench of her virgin obscession! She threw her self back onto the
floor and squealed as she jammed her quaking pelvis up against me!
My bare balls were snug against the sweaty heat of her ass! The full
length of my cock was all but buried along the fiery heat of her wildly
drooling cunt! I was braced on both extended arms, about to pull
back in hopes of penetrating this maniacal wonder who was in the middle
of thrashing about in her first cock-induced orgasm.... I was desparate
to feel her hot little virgin tightness slide about my cock before I
came!
Suddenly there was a plastic 'clatter'! I didn't believe my eyes
when a hot, slobbering, grey-headed mouth firmly engulfed the head of my
dick! Hard, yet soft, boney ridges violently stroked my shaft as a
tongue tenderly twirled across the sensitivity of my helmet! Ohhhh!
..TOO MUCH! I spewed! ...as she gummed and sucked and chewed! ...I
spewed ...and SPEWED! Torential ropes of hot sperm roared deep
into the grandmother's throat as I watched her teeth bounce around on
the still-virgin, little pre-teen's belly!
"Not fair, Grams! You stole 'my' cock from me!"
As she stared at me, with a twinkle in her eye, (and a drop of cum in
the corner of her smiling lips), 'Grams' reached for her teeth and
mumbled, "There's a lot more where that came from! Why don't you
ride with him, and show him the way to the barn.... I'll get things
ready for you, Honey...
.."He'll be more than ready to cum again by the time he gets you all
the way out there!"
Grinning toothlessly with her cum dripping mouth, 'Grams' eyes twinkled
with amusement when I breathlessly looked at her and exclaimed, "You
knew! ...All the time... you KNEW!"
My pants were still at mid-thigh and I was still leaning into the van
between the lusciously tanned legs of the wild-eyed granddaughter.
Panting, I could feel the sweat trickle down my sides as my slimed cock
happily drooped to trace a semen 'n saliva line on the little girl's
sweat gleaming mons. She glanced from my cock up to my eyes and
poutingly whined:
"I picked you out last week. You were supposed to be mine! ...you WERE
mine!... until she robbed me! ...ooooohhhhhhhH!...," this last as my
cock twitched, bumping the scorching sensitivity of the pre-teen's hotly
exposed clit!
"Yes, Hon, I 'stole' him... for now. You need more than just a
quick, sudden banging in a parking lot!... especially your first time!"
Grams answered after jamming her plastic back into her face. "Besides...
I was 'testing'... had to see if he really tasted right!..."
.."And 'yes', again...," Grams continued to me.
"I knew what was going on in the store. Like she said, she'd already
'picked' you! I just wasn't sure if she was really ready; and you
looked completely, helplessly, confused!"
I struggled to get out from under the 'spandex-ankle-cuffs' that were
wrapped around the back of my neck and I started to pull my trousers up.
The girl was giggling at my dis-coordinated efforts as Grams exhorted us
to hurry and get in my car. (We WERE kinda semi-exposed, even in the
far corner of the lot!)
The sight of that honey colored back above the round, white, globes of a
hard little-girl-ass and the smooth, lanky, tanned legs... shuffling in
their white ankle 'cuffs' across the two feet of parking lot between our
vehicles to bound into my Bonneville was simply outrageous!
Suddenly a little paranoid, I dug the car keys out of my pocket and
didn't even bother to take the time to zip-up, or buckle my belt as a
slid onto the seat behind the wheel!
"See you there!" I heard as the van's door slid shut... and a moment
later the engine fired up.
Off... Granny and the van whirled out of the shade and away into the
heat waves of bright summer sunshine!
As I twisted the key... "Which way do I go?"... little fingers were
already twisting into the fly of my pants! I glanced at the girl as
the engine caught with it's deep V8 rumble; she was on her hands and
knees on the seat, facing me with her hungry, wet, little eyes just
inches from her fumbling fingers! Dropping the transmission into
gear, my hand stroked across her tanned back to disappear, unseen and
questing, into the white, wide-spread crack of her butt! Her hand
found the stickiness of my more than half-hard cock at the same moment
that I slid a finger into the gushy heat of her drooling little box!
We moaned in unison before I reiterated, "W-which... un...which way?
..And you better lie down so that you're not waving that cute little
ass in traffic!"
"Moraga," she giggled. "Go all the way down to Summit Valley Road....
it's way out of town," she mumbled as her sweet little tongue-tip traced
a line back and forth on the side of my dick. I was spazmodically
clutching her buns with my middle fingertip buried and stirring to
almost the second knuckle. 'Thank God for automatic transmissions!,'
I was thinking, as the acid pungency of her hormones flooded the car!
Her feet were waving back and forth in the air as she happily chortled,
"MY cock!", and slurped her mouth over the head!
Clenching her butt, her tight, little pussy rippling on my fingertip,
her head bobbed slowly up and down on the first couple of inches of my
now rampant boner! I was staring fixedy at the road... trying to
keep my eyes open... trying to not speculate on how this was all
happening... when her lips slid off the tip of my achingly hard dick and
I heard her comment.
"Tasty... ummmmm-yummy-tasty! ...but I wanna drive! Can I drive?
..hunh?... Please?!," as she placed little wet kisses all over my cock!
.."Can I, hunh?... pul-eaze??"
"D-drive?... B-but...." as I felt the torrent of her saliva cascade down
my cock to flood my crotch... "You couldn't even reach the pedals!"
.."Oh, ok..." she maliciously giggled as her little twat hotly squeezed
on my finger... "but at least lemme steer!"
We were at the end of Moraga. And after I turned onto the sparcely
travelled country road, I pulled to the side and said, "All right...
steering only... we'll both steer. I'll work the pedals and we'll
both work the wheel."
It was a child-like squeak of forbidden delight that she emitted when
she tore herself off my finger and quicky straddled my lap! Her
shins along the outside of my thighs, she grabbed the wheel and lowered
her ass onto my throbbing cock! My exclamation of pain was followed
by her logically saying that she guessed we had to find 'someplace' to
put that 'big-ol' lump! I held it upright and felt the head jam into
the fiery softness of her enflamed labia! She had the steering wheel
in a death-grip as she slowly rotated her pelvis and I felt her lips
begin to part. A trickle of wildly horny and determined, pre-teen
lubrication joined the mess in my sodden crotch as the swollen head of
my dick slid beyond the excruciatingly tight ring of stretched muscle!
She gasped at the combination of stinging pain and wonderous
fulfillment... and just held... immobile!
My hands travelled up the damp smoothness of her waist to ripple over
her ribs and cuddle those tiny breasts hiding under her shirt. When I
squeezed and stretched them between two fingers and a thumb of each
hand, finally pulling on her hardened little nipples, she moaned a
little *'eeuuuww----EEEuuuWWW!'* sound and settled an inch or two of her
scorchingly hot virginity down my pole! An 'all-over' twitch and
shudder shook her... and she slowly raised up, to carefully slide back
down.
"Oh yessssss! Ummmmm- m-my cock!" she purred, as she did it again!
...and a third time!
I couldn't believe how tight she was! Even though her juices were hotly
spewing and dribbling; even though her little pussy was rippling and
grasping/ relaxing around my rock-hard cock; even though I felt no
impeding hymen; I DID feel the wonder-child sweating and really
struggling to get her tiny pre-teen twat filled!
Being that I'm always 'Mr. Considerate and Helpful', I glanced in the
rearview mirror and out front, over her contorting shoulder... and
FLOORED IT!
With a protesting squeal of tires, Bonneville shot forward and her cunt
slammed down into my lap with a surprized shriek! "STEER!," I
bellowed into the whimpering girl's ear... then as I jammed the brake
and and yelled "STEER!" again, she slithered forward a couple inches!
A quarter mile of, 'gas' - "STEER!" - 'brake' - "STEER!" - 'gas' -
"STEER"
- 'brake' - "STEER!" - 'gas' - "STEER!"...broke her completely loose as
we bucked and fucked our way, jerking Bonneville down the country road!
Squelching and farting, the maniacal obscession of her pummeled pre-teen
cunt sloppily slithered, bounced and rode it's impalement until we
settled into a comfortable rythm. Fully down onto my lap, she used
the 'g' forces of country turns to twist and torment my tortured cock!
She exaggerated my feathering of the gas pedal to slide back and forth
along my dick! I was helping her steer, and fondeling/ mauling her
tender titties continually... It was soooo damned GOOD! I don't know
how many times she orgasmed... but she had a bruised forehead from
repeatedly banging it against the steering wheel! I came twice...
Hugely after the first jerking half-mile... and again, a slow, draining
cum as we sweetly rocked through a series of sweeping 'S' turns.
Somehow she'd gotten 'turned around', and still gloriously glued to my
crotch, had her knees in my armpits and her head snuggled under my chin
when I slowly bounced down the long, dirt, country driveway.
As she leaned in my window, Grams was chuckling about the impatience of
youth, and our totally spent little honey just smiled with her eyes
closed. Her temporarily satiated horniness was rythmically squeezing
at my all-but-flaccid-meat as we heard her distinctly mumble.
"Myyyyy coooockkk....!"
The old gal's age-lined face just crinkled with delight as she leaned in
my window and surveyed the disorder. The white spandex micro-shorts were
tangled and balled, forgotten, on the passenger-side floor.
Still-tied tennis shoes and one sock were on the seat. I was behind
the wheel, my pants and boxers jammed around my ankles... (I was still
wearing my loafers!). I still had my shirt on... as did the limp
little girl who had her gooey, naked little crotch glued to my lap!
That tiny, just stretched little box was happily squeezing my
all-but-flaccid meat as the girl, eyes closed and hugging my chest with
her knees in my armpits, hummed her contentment under my chin.
The grinning old gal licked her lips, and I felt her hand snake between
the girl's wide-spread buns to fumble and fondle in the sticky slickness
of our connection. Fingers were gently tickling my balls and I felt one
digit slowly worm up the side of my cock to carefully share the
scorching pungency of that bald little pre-teen twat!
"Ohhhh,...Gra-aams...!" was the little moan from under my chin, as I
felt that invading finger slowly pull free.
She opened my car door. Standing by the opening, she pulled on her
grandaughter's shoulders. As the little wonder sweatily peeled
herself from me I swiveled in my seat and put my feet out on the ground.
The lanky preteen just lay back on my thighs and into her
grandmother's outstretched arms as her slimey, naked legs just fell
open! The girl's wildly flushed, all-but-hairless, slime-coated,
used and abused twat slid a soggy inch off of my flaccid-yet-swollen
meat. The old lady bent at the waist, and quick as a snake, glued
her sucking lips to the cum and hormone laden juncture of our
genitals... The girl squealed in wild surprise! I groaned, (mostly
in amazement that I could still become excited!)
"UMMM....ummmm... (slurp-suck)... UMMM!" Was the only noise Grams made!
Her grandaughter was reaching up holding onto her boney old
shoulders for support.
As the old lady hungrily sucked and licked at our juices, her hands had
crept into the armholes of the girls 'T' to gently fondle the pre-teens
budding titties! Unable to contain myself, I gave in to the totally
immoral tableau in my lap and reaching between them, found purchase with
my fingers and maniacally shredded the front of Gram's flimsy
housedress! Flat ol' damp pancakes swinging in the afternoon heat, I
grabbed the hard, thumb-sized nubs of the horny ol' gal's nipples and
PINCHED!
Her back arched as she threw her head back with a bellow! Cunt-juice
and cum glistening on her chin, her pelvis grinding onto the top of the
pre-teen's head in her lap, she never let go of the girl's budding
titties as I twisted and maliciously pulled on those old callused teats!
In spite of myself, and what had already happened that day, I found
myself getting hard again! I was still half buried, legs trembling,
in the little gal that was spread across my legs; she was writhing and
contorting with her now exposed clit gleaming in the open air; Grams was
bucking and humping her hips on the top of the girl's head, which was
shaking back and forth in the ol' gal's lap... and we all just twitched
and flailed about, obscessively contorting ourselves out of the car onto
the ground in an uncoordinated heap of groping, prodding, licking,
sucking, chewing, shrieking and grunting overwrought insanity!
I was, once again, buried to the hilt in the little girl! She was
flat on the ground, legs spread, hands and head groping and chewing up
Grams dress! My hands were 'clawed' into a twisting grip on age-worn
dugs and my face was mashed against the tatters of her bizarrely rent
dress! I was growling and howling as I gnawed at the humping and
shuddering thatch of steel-wool under my chin! We were all bucking
and clutching and rolling... It was a real 'free-for-all'... 'find-it
and make-it-yours'... 'no holds (or I suppose, 'holes') barred' event!
It's all 'flashes' of memory.... tits slapping my face, pulling on
pinkly stretched tiny nips, trying to beathe while 'face-buried' in the
slippery mass of a hugely gaping - soggy gash, balls sucked into a tiny
humming mouth, wetly gleaming cock waving between two sets of soft lips
in the sunlight, thumbs stuffed into side-by-side assholes as I listened
to the howling laughter... contortions... evolutions.... revolving
involvements...
..Someone's finger was jammed up my ass and I was wildly porking Grams
from behind! I held her by her soft, fleshy hips; my back arched, my
fingers kneading and digging, my jaws aching as I gritted my teeth and
growled.... and stirred! ...and jammed! ...and pounded! I WAS SO
HORNY!.... SO TURNED ON!.... so DAMNED exhausted.... but... I wanted
to... I had to... I was thoroughly determined to....
..Grams was leaning down, slurping and sucking on her grandaughter's
sore and tender little twat. The girl lay with her head between my
knees and did her best to help me with her finger twiddling at my
prostate and her nose buried in my scrotum! I was all but engulfed
in Grams age-worn, cavernous volcano! I swear, I was wet to the
knees! Grams juices were dripping off my balls, flooding the girl's
face! SOOOOO CLOOSE! I was bouncing the wonderous ol' lady's ass all
over as my grip rotated her hips around and around on my cock! She
was d-e-e-p! She was w-i-d-e! She was sopping w-e-t! She was
H-O-T!
"Screw me!... S-C-R-E-W-W-WW ME-E-E!!!"
..and I just pulled her onto me and held her as tight as I could... as
slowly.... yes, weakly... I 'thumped'... somewhere deep within her
memory... I thumped again ... again... and, yes... once a-g-a-i-n...
Completely entangled in a sweat, cum and dust sticky cuddle, we limply
chortled, hummed and weakly grinned at each other as we throbbed and
languidly pulsed in the afternoon heat...
..Then... with a soft, snuffling noise, I felt something cold and wet
poke between my buns and the little pre-teen honey squawked...
.."EEEEEuuuuuuuwwwwiiieeeeee!...
.. Don't Be Licking All On My Face, Prince!... ...That's just so...
..GROSS!"
The old frock just hanging from her shoulders in dust covered tatters,
mud spattered dugs poking her time-worn, thumb-sized nipples through the
rents in the cloth, the wonderous old gal howled in glee as she called
the dog to her side. Little puffs of dust arose from between the dark
stains of semen, sweat and drool that dotted the country driveway as she
scrabbled her feet under her to stand, looking down at us.
My torn-open shirt was twisted around and wadded into my back. Shorts
and underwear still clung to one ankle above the filthy, balled up and
dirt encrusted socks that encased my feet. My shoes? ...I spied one
about half a dozen feet away!
Sticking to my chest, there was this absolutely delectable sweetheart
that I'd met... oh, say... an hour or so ago, in the supermarket parking
lot. And, except for the red, cut-off t-shirt that was still on one
slim, tanned arm and around her neck, the nubile, young thing was naked.
Covered in dust and bodily-fluid mixed mud-smears, to be sure... but
otherwise, very appealingly nude!
Ah yes! She still retained one sock, I realized, as I watched the toes
of the other foot wiggle and stretch in the long rays of the afternoon
sun! Feeling her warm breath on the side of my neck, I became aware of
the two pads of firm succulence that were sticking and unsticking to my
abdomen, as her back rose and fell with her contented sighs. She had an
arm, the bare one, draped about my head; and her tangled mop of dark
hair damply tickled around my neck and face. Her legs were sprawled on
either side of my thigh, bent at the knees, feet langorously waving in
the air. Her solid-but-soft belly slowly flexed, squishing on my hip as
she mumble-giggled, 'my-y-y cock', and she softly fondeled my
half-flaccid meat with her sticky fingers. Craning my neck, I watched
her placidly return her thumb to her sweet, sucking mouth, and idly
wondered if I should ask the voraciously horny pre-teen her name.
"Come on, you two... you can't just lie there until you turn into
fertilizer! We still need to check the harnesses in the barn. And I
could use some help with this lemonade."
A resolute sigh accompanied the girl as she peeled her delectable,
sweaty body into a sitting position. We both chortled when a
glued-to-me, bright pink nipple outrageously stretched, before
'poink'-ing free! She sat, curled onto her sock-clad foot, watching me
fumble into my shorts, with her little chin and hands on the opposite,
upturned knee. The gentle, youthfully smooth folds of her abdomen, with
all the demarcations of her pink tipped, white chest, to her mid-riff
and belly tan, and back to her alabaster pale mons (with a delightful
spinkle of sparse, dark hairs!), and then to her honey-tanned legs was a
sight to behold!
Langorous internal feelings of physical satisfaction flooding through
me, and coupling with the unconsciously salacious, visual diversion of
the girl's body before me, had me stumbling, shuffling, and all but
dancing in the dust as I strove to get my shorts up over my sweating
ass! To hell with the underwear! I just tossd them, along with my
shoes, into 'Bonneville'. Granma was leaning against a fender, and as
she handed me the pitcher of lemonade, both of the gals howled as they
applauded my unco-ordinated and obviously humorous efforts!
No glasses, we just passed the condensation sweating, iced pitcher.
Bringing it down from a couple of thirst quenching monster gulps, I saw
that the little honey's eyes were fastened at my still unzipped-ness.
As I passed the frosty lemonade to her, she spouted that I'd better
'tuck it all back in' so that I wouldn't 'frighten the horses'! ...And
away we all went again!... with the chortles and guffaws! Uncontrolled
rivlets of lemonade dribbled from the girl's snorting mouth, cleaning
trickles down her dust covered body to create a mud puddle under her
crotch!
The old gal finally just collapsed in mirth, on her back on
'Bonneville's' hood. One leg was waving about in front of her, while she
clutched her sides, overcome with glee!
That thatch of steel-wool of her's, jutting from the torn remants of her
clothes, invited my hand for a little pet-and-grope. All bristly-wet and
openly pliant, she instantly quieted at my touch, and with an
open-mouth, smiled... as her eyes closed at our mutual pleasure. For a
moment, I let my fingers curl to dally in the terrific warmth of the
woman's loosely seductive folds. A gentle reminder from down by my feet
of, 'my cock!', had me drawing my now glistening hand up, to find that I
had a palmful of my own cum!
"To the barn, then! Let's move it!" ...was met by a plead of, "Carry me,
please?!", and slim, little, upraised arms fluttering in the afternoon
heat.
Just glowing in her lemonade and dust-streaked health, hard little
pink-tipped tits wavering up into the sunlight, sitting in a
lemonade-dust puddle, that fat little lip pushed out in pretended,
petulant disappointment... how could I not? I just scooped her up under
the armpits and tossed her, grunting, over my shoulder! As she hooked
her thumbs into the back of my shorts, my fingers curled around the back
of a hard, tanned thigh to feel the rubbery softness of her hot,
gelatinous, little pussy... and off I strode, with one dangling,
filthy-wet sock bobbing at the end of a little-girl-foot, pointing the
way!
Judiciously picking my way over the ruts and grooves of the old dirt
driveway in my stocking feet, I approached the yawing, cavernous
entrance of the barn. The 'raggety-muffin' looking grandmother stood
grinning by the side of a water trough, a pile of rags and the lemonade
pitcher at her feet. The 'cold-nosed' labrador was grinning at me with a
lolling tongue while his tail happily swept the dust behind him to and
fro.
"I think a little sponging-off of all this dust and stickiness would
feel pretty good, don't you?" ...with a little shoulder shimmy, the
tatters of her dress settled into the dust about her feet.
Folds of time... wrinkles of an experienced life, the softness of
comfort... drapped the old woman's hard muscled body. Totally unashamed
of her appearance, she wore her flesh with an unconscius sense of pride
and honor. The flat pancakes of her breasts swung out from her body as
she bent forward to splash herslf with water from the trough. Health and
a sense of contented vitality radiated from her. There was nothing
'matronly' or 'decrepit' about this old gal!... She was awesomely
alive... and amazingly beautiful as she stood, feet apart, with founts
of sparkling droplets adorning the air about her!
"Thank you, Prince,..." she laughed, as the dog gave a little sub-vocal
whine and joyfully nuzzled, slurping that huge, wet tongue in her
crotch!
.."Now that's a remarkably 'lovely little mess' you're toting there
mister! Why don't you just dump 'er here..." she suggested.
..And pitching forward... I did I just that!
She flipped off of my shoulder, onto her back, with a laughing shriek of
delight. My arm was still holding her under the knees, as my mind was
filled with a stop-action-photo of her body hitting the surface of the
trough!
A gleaming sheet-cascade of water arose, sparkling up into the sunlight,
from either side of her mud smudged, sticky perfection. Slim arms
flailing akimbo at odd angles; wild, dark tresses whipping about to
masquerade her face: the corrigation of her suddenly expanded chest
holding the ourageously pink-tipped spires of her gravity defying
titties; the hard-sucked tauntness of her muscle-banded abdomen with
it's shell-like centerpoint of a delicate navel; the stark, white ridges
of her hips encompassing the soft tenderness of her belly; the glowing
flush of her mons with her hair spinkled, swollen labia... all led, for
the briefest of moments, to the honey-toned limbs in my grasp... and
then, as the water closed over her... the sublime visage vanished!
The churning water slopping over the edges, two little hands groped for
the sides of the trough as she splutteringly broke the surface with her
gasping face... and I allowed her feet to splash down to join her. She
was wiping the matted hair from her eyes, tiny water droplets twinkling
on her eyelashes, as she rose to sit in the far end of the trough.
Blinking in her momentary disorietation, her mouth split into a grin
when I unzipped and dropped my shorts. My sliminess gaily wagging in the
sunlight, I peeled my socks off and stepped over the side to join her.
Sinking into the cool wetness, I kept my legs separated, allowing her to
openly gawk at the ephemeral floating of my flaccid meat.
"M-y-y-y cock!" She, almost shyly, chortled.
When I slid down, to duck my head and chest, I felt little toes come
exploring! Tiny wigglers toyed at my scrotum. Bringing my face up out of
the water, I saw her all stretched out before me with the outlandish
pink hardness of her still excited nipples just breaking the surface.
Retaliating, I let a foot slid up her leg until my heel was firmly
pressed into her crotch. The arch of her foot cuddled my cock, and I
bent my leg to facilitate my big toe spreading her labia. Slowly pushing
forward, with minscule little wriggles, I began to gently toe-fuck the
little girl!
Both of her pale, white feet were nestled on my thick, but still faccid
dick, trapping it in the soft pliancy of her opposed arches. Our eyes
were locked, staring, seeing only each other's hungry souls, as we were
each lost in the sensuous feelings of our lecherous underwater
manipulations.
"All right, you two!" The mirthful voice at our side was filled with
with a strangled awe. "Save some for later!"
Still dripping from the engulfing water explosion, Grandma's fists were
clenched on the sides of the trough with her forearms along the top
edge. Her weathered face was turned to the sun with her eyes
half-lidded. Her feet widely spread, I saw the whitness of her ass
tremble as the sounds of the still lapping labrador reached my
consciousness!
"I'll... I'll... see if... if things... are ready-y-y. ...Enough,
Prince... Enough... heh-heh... for now, good dog!" She cackled as she
stood with a rag in her hand.
Swiping carelessly at the water on her body, she ambled into the barn.
Prince trotted along, matching her pace, while looking up at her. His
long, pointed, glistening hard-on still fully visable, wetly protruding
from it's sheath!
Tiny-little-wonder-fuck, (that's how I affectionately thought of her...
our still not having exchanged names!), gathered her feet under her, and
while holding on the sides of the trough, slowly, cautiously stood. My
foot came up with her... as my toe was embedded in her tightly grasping
little cunt! She just stood there! Tanned legs spread, with my foot
dangling from the flushed paleness of her groin, her whole body shivered
and shimmered in the sunlight with her salacious, shyly amused fit of
giggling... and then, as her muscle lost it's ardent control... my heel
splashed into the water!
Bending to me for a lingering moment's kiss, my fingers kneaded and
stroked the incredible firmness of her budding breasts, before stroking
down to her waist. In her attempt to stride out of the trough, she got
one foot over the side before the glory of that fully puffed, almost
hairless, pinkly glowing, wide open succulence overcame me... and I
helplessly pulled her onto my face! I just lay the flat of my tongue
along the malleable heat of the instantly humping girl's desire, and
marvelled at the contrast of the cool, smooth thighs wetly sliding on my
ears.
"Oh!... unnnnnn... we... Yess! ...uunnnhh... we sho-u-U-L-D...
unnnnhHH...oooOO-HOooo!... ...GO-O-ooooo-OOOH!" The rythm of her voice
was co-ordinated with the movement of my feverish, incessantly foraging
tongue!
Somewhat wild-eyed, she managed to pull the other foot from the water as
my craning neck tried to follow the sweetness of her receeding musk!
What a sight! The long, smooth whiteness of the insides of those nearly
horizontal thighs holding a freshly bathed, redly hungry little pussy,
suspended a moment, openly winking and dripping, inches from my eyes!
..and then, in a trice... it was gone!
Resigned, I pulled myself from the water.
Joyfully, an unused rag in my hand, my arm around her slim, wet
shoulders, I was walking bow-legged to mimic her step. None too gently
pulling me forward, with her hand wrapped around my semi-turgid meat, we
entered the barn striding in a hip-bumping, comic, burlesque swagger.
"My-yyyyy Cock!" She licentiously crowed up at me in an absolutely lewd,
possessive, gutteral tone! ...as I feasted on the sight of those
twitching, water-dripping, bouncing, little nipples!
"Grams?"....
"Gran--ma?!" She called into the darkness as her fingers happily
squeezed my dick. "Where are you?... (snicker)... This sausage is
growing again!"
My vision hadn't refocused to the dimness yet, and I felt the rough,
straw littered boards beneath my bare feet. The girl's manipulating grip
was sliding and squeezing my meat as she slowly towed my further into
the semi-darkness.
The dusty smell of barn animals, feed, and long-dried manure mixed with
the lingering sense of long-disuse brought a tingling in my nostrils.
The small change in temperature along with the cooling affect of my wet
body drying brought on a spontaneous sneeze, and my cock jumped in her
hand, as it happily followed the the gentle tugging coming from the
grasp of the wet-hair-smell of my equally naked guide.
"Back here... behind the tack-room," was the reply from beyond the
dust-glittering multiple bands of late afternoon sunlight that sliced
though shadowed darkness from the verticle gaps in the old barn's
siding.
Our bare feet cautiously padding on the littered floor, we carefully
made our way back. A dust laden band of golden sunlight would briefly
illuminate my little pixie of a wonder-fuck, before she'd pass through
it to return to being a pale, ephemeral apparition in the relative
darkness. Though very mystic and 'other-worldy' feeling, the silent
setting gave rise to a sense of hallowed anticipation rather than
anything sinister or foreboding. As I felt a cool breeze softly tickling
my drying balls, the only sounds were those of our own breathing, and
the shuffle of our exploring feet...
From 'nowhere', the sudden 'scri-i-i-tch' of a match being struck, and
the warm-witchy presence of a shadowed spectre appeared, as I saw
'Grams' reach the flaring match to a candle. By the wavering glow of the
candle atop the upturned barrel, she definately looked the part!
In the flickering and unsteady light, her uncombed hair was waving and
dancing as it cascaded halfway down her back and whipped in disordered
curls and tangles about her pale shoulders. The stark light exaggerated
every crease and wrinkle of the ol' gal's age! Behind her, on the
tack-room wall, her gargantuan, mis-shapened shadow loomed, pulsing
above her. Beneath her craggy brow, the bright glint of her eyes seemed
to pierce me from within the dark hollows of her sockets. Scraggly
whisps of her thatch emerged from the deep shadow beneath her belly as,
hands on hips, she reared up before us... to cheerfully ask an
incongruous question.
"Anybody hungry yet?"
The quasi-ominous mood completely evaporated when she brought the
pic-nic hamper up from behind a bale of hay, and placed it on top! The
girl giggled, when at the smell of fried chicken, we all heard my
stomach rumble.
Kneeling around the bale, we all just marveled and dug in, as food
magically appeared. Cold fried chicken, raw veggies and dip, crackers,
cheese, a few pieces of fruit and the remains of the pitcher of
lemonade... my mind was full of questions... but so were our mouths. I
couldn't bring myself to resist the temptation of a little food-play,
though!
Cheesey-ears!
Sourcream-and-onion-dipped-nipples!
Raw-broccoli-in-your-crotch!
Lick-'tween-yur-greasey-fingers-'til-ya-squeal!
Crackers-in-your-pubes!
Dip-the-chickenbone!
It was all light-hearted groping and babbling and squeaks of delight.
Soon enough, we were munching apples and Grams started to talk of how
this all came about, from her perspective.
The girl was named Terri... (I still hadn't gotten around to asking!)...
and it was true that she had picked me, with Grams approval, as her
first. Grams, (I found out she was Tilly... for Matilda), knew that as
headstrong as Terri was, Terri was going to just jump into sex whether
she was ready or not... And the only way Tilly could maintain any kind
of control of the situation was to try to help the girl to have a full
and posative experience, rather than just letting the horny girl head
for the bushes to get carelessly banged by 'any ol' clod with a cock'!
So they'd agreed, and 'teamed up' to find match for the explodingly
horny little girl. They had been 'scouting prospects', of all ages, for
weeks, ... before agreeing on me!
Tilly said that she'd felt a patient sense caring about me... She
observed my organization, and felt my underlying contentment with myself
and the world as she watched me shop. She said that while I was polite
and unobtrusive about it, because she was looking for it, she could
sense my liking for young girls. Little Terri felt an immediate
attraction to me... "He's horny Grams, I can feel it!"... So, it had
been settled.
The whole supermarket encounter had been planned by the two of them, the
week before... even down to Terri's ravishing li'l outfit! Our physical
contact had all been carefully choreographed!
I tried not to feel completely stupid at this point!
Tilly even went so far as to 'taste me first', in the parking lot...
relying on her homeopathic, female intuition to tell her about my
general health. Even this basket of food was prepared and locked in the
tack-room this morning, before they went shopping!... But I shouldn't
feel like a 'totally manipulated conquest', more like I was painstakenly
'selected', and then they did precisly what they could to try to see
that it happened.
Then it was my turn, to express my feelings about 'all this'... and I
had a hell of a hard time trying to find just where to begin.
There was just soo much I wanted... had to say!
I just went back, in my mind, to the parking lot... and began by
explaining my presence there. That I really liked women... of all
ages... and yet there was a very tender, soft spot in my heart that
simply adored watching the transformation of youth into womanhood. I
guess I blathered about the 'freshness', 'innocence', 'exploding
curosity', 'speculation', and 'enthusiam for life' that, along with
their physical perfection, held me enthralled, truely awestruck with
wonder.
Then, when I saw this very cute and active, foxy grandma-type-woman just
bound from her van... only to be followed by the presentation of the
close-up vision of Terri, displaying her absolute physical perfection
and embodying all those traits I'd mentioned... I was beyond thinking...
I was just lost in the girl's glory... and then she'd smiled into my
eyes!...
Tilly was grinning... and little Terri was profoundly blushing. I could
see it flood up from her chest, even in the soft glow of the
candlelight!
"The whole day has been one of a dream for me," I continued. I told them
of being overwhelmed by just so much enthusiasm... Just so intense were
the feelings, along with the profound openness of spirit and unstilted
sharing, and feelings of trust from Terri. And then I was so completely
flabbergasted by Tilly's instant acceptance and even physical
involvement, that my emotions were still, maybe... even hopefully...
forever, outweighing any kind of logical deductions or really rational
thought... and I didn't even care!
"As in... Terri, my little sweetheart, I want today to be a beginning,
not just a glorious experience! What are you feeling? What do you want
to happen? Where do we go from here?... and... What's going to be the
reaction of your parents when they hear of this?"
"Well... I'm all soft and warm feeling... full, like I'm going to burst
with all the... un... joy?... no, more, different than just that... I
don't have a name to call it! I like you so much, and all the strong and
gentle touches ...and things I never imagined..." and as she quivered
like a cuddly puppy... "and I think I'm going to stay wet, forever!...
giggle... My-yyy cock!"
I guess that answered my first question!
Tilly took it from there with, "Where from here? That depends on your
reaction to a lot of things. We'll see... un... Terri?" she looked
questioningly at the nubile sweetie, who answered with a serious look
and the slightest nod
I couldn't tear my eyes away from her firm but oh-so-tender
exquisiteness, when, at Gram's suggestion, Terri gracefully unfolded
herself to go play with the dog. The long, sweeping curves of her legs
leading to the scalloped hardness of her perfectly round buns. The way
her hips moved when she walked, as they supported the length of her
slightly arched spine. Every detail of the preteen's being called out to
me, singing 'perfection' in my heart and head!
"Terri is mine! Actually... and legally, and she doesn't need to hear
all this or dwell on the memories of her story any more than necessary.
She has no mother... and her father will never see her again!... I'll
kill him if the courts ever let him go!"
"WHAT!!!"...
"Just listen!... It's not a happy tale... Five years ago, when Terri was
in the first grade, she came home from school to find her Mother... my
Daughter... beaten and strangled by a drunken maniac... and the same
drunken maniac... busily butt-fuckng her screaming little brother!"
Tilly was speaking softly so that her voice wouldn't carry across the
barn to Terri, yet the hard edge of her anger was all but spitting from
her clenched teeth!
"That's right!"... She continued at my wide-mouthed gasp... "Ripped
right into the little boy, and beat and choked the life out of his wife
when she tried to protect him! The neigbors had called the police when
they heard all the screams... and they got the damned son-of-a-bitch,
right at the scene! Jimmy has had a lot of surgery to practically
rebuild the kid, but his mind may never be right... Years of therapy
have brought him back... to a point, but he's still withdrawn... all
scared and fighting constant depression. He's well enough now to come
and stay with us for a few days every month or so. But it's going to be
awhile yet before he'll be able to fully understand and get beyond his
fears and emotional pain to deal, full time, with life outside of an
instituion. Someday...
.. and after a few deep breaths to reform a semblance of composure, she
gave a long sigh and continued...
.."Terri's fought 'night terrors' for years. It's only been a little
over a year that my little girl's been able to sleep in her own bed and
enjoy normal sleep and dreaming. And rebuilding her trust in men in
general has been a real struggle... Oh, she knows... logically... but
there's still that underlying fear and hatred she's had to overcome.
We... the psychologists and I... have managed to raise a pretty
healthy... and very aware little girl. And now that her sexual hormones
are kicking in... well, a gentle, caring, mature and rational, yet
loving man... hopefully you... needs to become part of her growing
wholeness...
.."Years of closeness with me, holding her trembling terror in my arms
night after night, led to our developing a physical communion. She
needed it... And I'm not ashamed to say that I loved... still love it as
well. I too, am a woman... a person... with physical and emotional
needs. We are good for each other. But, I want her to have the
experience, the capability to find trust and meaning with the opposite
sex as well. It would be tragically unfair to her, not to...
.."Without it, I'm afraid that she'd revert to relying on the physical
and emotional bond we girls have developed over the past five years, and
just become another 'man-hating', 'consciously angry', and
'sub-consciously depressed' lesbian...
.."And," with a grin, "I'd never get any Great-Grandkids!...
.."Besides all that... I need a man as well! My Abe passed away many
years ago, and it wasn't until this morning's hi-jinks that I realized
just how much I've been missing a good hard cock slamming home!"
Totally mind-boggled with the screamingly violent and excrutciatingly
tortured rebuilding process that had been baldly laid before me, I found
myself behind her, holding this quasi-ancient saint in my arms... with
tears openly running down my cheeks. My arms enfolded about her, she
held my crossed palms against her hard nippled breasts and leaned back
between my knees as I blubbered through her hair to kiss the side of her
neck.
"I'm overwhelmed, Tilly... by it all!... and especially your caring...
and what a marvelous thing you've managed... to salvage... to create!...
out of such a horrendous situation!
You are nothing less than beautiful... absolutely glowing, shining...
from the inside out. You just radiate it!... "
..And as she squirmed the cool crack of her ass against the unthinking
tumescence that was hoty swelling there...
"...I'm honored to have been singled out, by such a devastatingly foxy
ol' woman, to give what I can... to the both of you!"
Tilly softly chortled with pleasure as I nibbled the salty softness
behind her ear. Her hands demandingly forced my fingers to pinch at her
leathery, erect nipples as she commented.
"Somehow... I just KNEW that you'd rise to the occaision!"
With that simple statement, this magical woman had completely defused
the tension that had built with her accounting of the horrendous 'family
history'!
.. And of course, she was unerringly correct.
Sitting between my legs, with me empathetically cuddling against her
back, she was undoutedly aware of her affect on me. Even though I was
mentally agast at the sexual brutality and all the painful, ensueing
years of trauma, my body reacted to the buttery feel of her rump,
pressing back, into my groin. Tilly's relapse into state of pleasurable
comfort at my nibbling little kisses on the side of her neck... well...
my body just wasn't paying any attention to the feelings in my mind!
Steadily growing against the pliancy of her backside, we felt my cock
stretch for the verticle. It didn't take much of a suggestion, a little
lifting move with my hands, to have her readily rise to her knees. Arms
and upper chest lying on the hay bale, she moved her knees apart. I had
one hand kneading up the padding of her inner thigh as I pulled myself
up behind her with a hold on her hip. I brushed the loose straw from her
butt with the smallest of 'love slaps' while watching a winsome little
quiver roll through her buns. Fingers tangling though Tilly's damp and
knotted pubes, I leaned over her back and mumbled.
"It's 'trimming time' for the ol' 'south forty'..."
She just lay there, with her head to the side on the backs of her
hands... and smiled... as I combed towards my goal. Guided by the heat,
I soon parted the emulsoid feeling wetness of her labia as she happily
rocked back onto my stifly extended fingers. Her looseness enfolded my
hand... and I swear she purred! Slowly reversing my probing fingers,
only to slip, dawdling and wiggling, back in... I watched as, with a
downward arching of her back, Tilly stuck her ass up in the air to the
accompnyment of a long, indrawn breath.
After the next reticent withdrawal, I let my spread fingers slide
forward to separate her steaming flesh. On my feet now, with wide spread
legs, I allowed my rampant cock the piviledge of sedately plunging into
her depths.
Soakingly hot and loosely palpitating around my hardness, I felt her
body react with a tremulous shudder through a low throaty moan. A few
more of these agonizingly drawn-out, lengthy proddings had her thrusting
back... questing for more. I'd removed my hand from between her legs,
and while I retained my grip on her hip, my other exploring fingers went
around the front of her thigh. Soon, the tips were digging into one side
of her labia.
Out and back in, very slowly, almost tediously, I stroked in her,
bottoming out with each torturously temperate thrust. My fingers were
teasingly bumping the hood of her clit from the side. I could feel the
tension of her frustration build... and build... as my torpid movement
incressantly stoked her hunger. After four or five long minutes of
this... when I began to hear Tilly whine through clenched jaws and, with
eyes screwed tightly shut, she slid her hands from the hay bale to
wrench and twist at her swinging nipples... I cruelly grabbed her clit
and instantly slammed my pelvis forward! Out... and slam! Out... and
slam! One final slam!!... as I held, bouncing and spewing in her
voracious succulence as she roared!
Mashed tightly to her backside, with my sperm ripping from my balls,
feeling my very life spouting, over and over, from the tip of my cock...
I held on for the wildly bucking ride! Tilly's hips thrust back and
up... then to the right... before jerking down and forward to
spazmodically convulse left and up! And all over again... my feet
threatened to leave the floor!... and again, as she thrashed through a
madly humping, violent ogasm!
Eventually, as she subsided to state of sporatic little twitches, I
returned my movement in her to an even more quiescent pace. Gobets of
our mixed elation languidly being sluiced from within her by each
maneuver, trickled down her legs to pool onto her curved fingers,
knuckles limply dragging in the dust... and I sweatily collapsed onto
her gasping back.
"That's exactly what she needs to learn next." I heard, a couple of
breathless moments later.
Following Tilly's gaze, my eyes were met by a truly ludicrous, yet very
amusing and somehow very sweet sight.
Little Miss Perfection, Terri, my tiny-wonder-fuck, was in a horse stall
about twenty-five or thirty feet away. In the fading dimness of the
candlelight I could see that she was squatting on the balls of her feet,
sitting on her heels with her knees thrown open and Prince stretched out
before her. The dog was flat on his back with his legs in the air and
his head thrown back, whimpering and grunting as he lapped and slobberd
in Terri's crotch! One hind leg was bending, then stiffly straightening
as his tail s-l-o-w-l-y stirred back and forth on the barn floor.
Terri's eyes had a half-glazed look about them. Her mouth was hanging
open in concentration, as she rapidly stroked the dog's red, wildly
glistening hardon!
Little pointers madly jiggling, she had the other hand on the floor for
balance. Her abs were tightly bunched as she drooled, mewling, and her
pelvis began to rock against the wetly probing dog's tongue! The dog's
leg went iron stiff! His haunches quivered! His tail had stopped!... and
humping air, Prince sprayed watery dog cum all over the front of panting
girl! Terri's knees suddenly clutched about his nose, and a keening
little wail escaped her mouth as she trembled! Prince gave a long
satisfied groan as Terri collapsed back on her butt with glittering
droplets adorning her body and dripping from her titties!
"Try as I might, the girl doesn't have a clue about anticipation...
holding and riding an emotion... building and saving, and holding,
cherishing frustration... for the eventual suprise of an overwhelming
explosion." Tilly shook her head with a sneaky, widespread but
controlled, smile. "That'll be the next lesson... and a joyfully long
one at that! Maybe tomorrow... But for now, it's bath time in the ol'
horse trough again!"
"You'll be staying for dinner." It was a statement, not a question! "The
barn isn't the only place where this ol' Granma COOKS!"
Little Terri snuggled her stickyness against my side with her arm draped
about my waist. Me, with my sodden crotch and fluorescently glowing,
semi-soft meat wagging redly in front of us; her all streaked and
bespattered with Prince's cum... well, I can only imagine what a sight
we were as we headed for another sluicing in the horse trough. Tilly was
striding for the house, practically skipping, with the dog loping and
bounding happily at her side.
"Look at her! I can't remember when I've seen Gramma so happy!" Terri
was squeezing my waist with her head pressed against my ribs.
"In you go!" I exclaimed, as I grabbed her by the hips. My thumbs dug
into the hard muscled softness of her belly as my fingers splayed over
the padded ridges of her narrow pelvis... and I swung her high above me.
The afternoon sun behind her made silhouettes of the girl's long
flashing legs before me. The edge of every elongated curve was bathed in
a shimmering golden aura of defused light. She'd let out a squeal of
suprise, wildly grappling for my shoulders in anticpation of another
dunking, before I gently set her on her feet in the cool water. My eyes
traveled the shadowed length of this glorious wonderchild, marveling at
the firm smoothness of her youth-taunt skin. Each miniscule feather of
her downiness glinted in the tiniest refraction of light. Her legs...
along the undulations of her arms... the soft corrigation of her ribs...
the alabaster of her belly... even the chalk-white of her chest with
it's thickening pads of just-budding breasts held a secret, almost
invisible, pelt of the finest down!
I slipped into the water in front of her, and gazed up into the flushed
sex of of the girl, as she stood before me. Deep pink and engorged with
the day's continual lust, tiny streaks and twisted rivelets of a thicker
down enhanced, rather than obscured the full-bown puffiness of her
labia. I'm sure I must of imagined the feel of heat on my cheek, but if
the sight was any hotter... my dick would have turned the water to
steam!
Laughing and cooing with pleasure, Terri squatted, dipping handfuls of
water onto her chest. Even though I was engrossed with watching her wash
and knead her tiny breasts, pulling and stretching at her insanely
bright-pink and hard little nipples, my mind was astounded that it
missed the sizzle when her yawing pre-teen crotch hit the surface!
She sat in my lap. Our lips met. Eternity crept by.
Complete ease and comfort surrounded us as we languidly, unhurriedly,
fondled and stroked each other. Moaning, cooing lips twisted and nibbled
while tongues slowly danced to the rythm of our gliding, fluttering
fingers... and we inhaled each other's breath. My finger brushed the
tremor of her anus... it winked on my digit. She nibbled my nipples...
as I stretched her's.
She toyed with my navel... scratched through my pubes. I sucked at her
earlobes and licked the throbbing pulse in her throat. I caressd the
furrows of her ribs... tenderly walked my fingertips the length of her
spine. She hungrily licked at my armpits.. and I, hers. We bathed and
cleaned each other as we explored. All the while, both aware of my
incessant cock, rising to fill the crack of her ass.
"My-y-y-y c-o-c-k-k..." Terri quietly stated
...as eternity mutely blustered in the distance.
"Hey, You Prunes... *DINNER!*"
Terri was exquisite as she broke our prolonged embrace and stood in the
water. The slight evening breeze brought a delightful shiver to her
water-beaded lankiness as I watched the all-over-balnket of goose-bumps
appear. Hugging herself, with her shoulders hunched, arms crossed
beneath her brightly colored, dripping buds, there was a mischievious
glint in her eye. Lank tendrils of wet hair framed the pixie cuteness of
her face as she bit her lower lip and pointedly watched me rise from the
water.
I looked about, but my shorts and socks had disappeared. Terri took a
deep breath, stretching and expanding her ribcage. Her belly turned into
a concave curve beneath the fluted sucation of her ribs as her
chill-firmed pointers turned from me to the house.
"Beat 'cha...!" And she was off in a feline lope!
I pounded along behind, not wanting to catch up! Every bunching of her
muscles... each long, questing stride... the warm sun-glow on her
departing back... the sinuous grace of every flashing movement... the
alternating peek at the sole of each running foot... her youthful
flexibility, so unconsciously displayed in her enthusiasm, was yet
another incredible vision as we nakedly bounded up the driveway towards
the house.
Laughing and babbling in semi-coherent gasps, we managed to get
ourselves seated at the table. Tilly had warned us both that though it
was a fun temptation, there would be no food-fights or other
monkey-business in the house. She'd parked us at opposite sides of the
table, meaning that a little 'footsie' was the extent of the playing
around during a spaghetti feast with Granma Tilly's homemade sauce.
We spoke, rather, of practical things. And I got a better feel for this
outrageous duo's dreams and plans. Their plan was to get the small
spread functional again; turn it into a rental stable and training
facility for boarding horses. Make the property 'pay-it's-own-way', so
to speak, and provide an environment and routine that would be calming
and yet physically taxing for Jimmy, when he came home for good.
There was a paddock/corral that needed building; the barn to spruce up
and repairs; a million details that required real planning and a ton of
work. Bookkeeping needed to be set up; credit lines with suppliers
needed to be established; outside contractors and the hiring/ training
of part-time help had to be set up. The clientele was there. Grams
*knew* horses... and she also *knew* men.
"If it works out... and I don't see any reason why it shouldn't... what
would you say to coming out of your semi-retirement... as our Resident
Manager?"
"You mean...?" My eyebrows crawled for my hairline as my mouth fell
open!
"That's right... Live here... *with us*... and help me build/ run the
business... while we *all* keep *all of us* happy, growing and
productive."
"Sounds great!" I blurted after a pause... "It's a drastic move; but
it's worthy of some real thought. "Let me 'sleep-on-it', and I'll give
you an answer tomorrow." My mind was whirling!
"A prudent answer! That just adds to the good feelings I have about
you... un... (heh-heh)... I never did catch your name!"
"Matilda... Terasita... I'm Michael, but 'Mike' if you like." I formally
guffawed, as part of an incredulous trio!
"Well now that it's all out in the open... and all that remains is
getting your decision in the morning... JImmy will be in for breakfast,
and I'm sure that he'll be part of your decision as well... So, soon's
you get the dishes done, Terri, get that cute, little, worn out butt to
bed!...
.."MIK-EY gets the MIDDLE..."