Author: Lewis Adams

Title: PRETTY WITH PIGTAILS

Summary: This is a prequel to the story 'PATSY AND GRANDDAD' written by 'Easy' where Patsy had returned to her Granddad's house for more fun.  In this story we are introduced to them both and discover how Patsy comes to be in such an intimate relationship with her grandfather.

Keywords: Mg(2),Mg(8),Mf(13), incest, oral, intercourse, ped, cons

This story is not intended to indicate condoning or approval of what takes place – it’s a story, for the enjoyment of those who like to read about such things.

As you will discover it leaves the way clear for two possible sequels to 'Patsy and Granddad' one involving Patsy's Dad and another where another as yet unnamed infant becomes involved.

Feedback welcome, to 'Easy' at chjp1874@gmail.com . Any feedback will be passed on to Lewis, the author. A nice (perfectly legal) photo of Patsy is available from 'Easy', and can be supplied on request, to enhance enjoyment of the two stories.

 

PRETTY WITH PIGTAILS

 

Mike was happy.

He could hardly remember when he had felt happier.

The early morning sunshine poured in through his bedroom window and the shadow of the sash fell gently across the face of his sleeping partner. He turned his face to watch her breathing softly beside him.

Her slightly auburn hair spread out across the pillow, still showing the waves from the way it had been plaited into pigtails the day before. Patsy almost always wore her hair that way and so it was unusual but pleasurable for him to see it like this. He had never really like pigtails. The way the face was drawn tight by them. He much preferred everything ‘au natural’. Her hair was fuller than it appeared when tied with ribbons and Mike could not stop himself picking up a few trailing strands and rubbing them gently between his fingertips. He did not want to disturb her, she looked so angelic lying there. He moved his face close to hers so that he could feel the warmth of her breath on his cheek. Her small but swelling breasts rose and fell under the cover. He knew that it was only the thin sheet between her slender body and his eyes. The thought transmitted itself to his groin and he felt his penis twitch in appreciation.

No, not yet he admonished himself. She has only been asleep for an hour or two. She needs her rest and however much he wanted her he was determined to give her some peace for as long as he was able to control his desires. He was not sure how long that would be but he must try.

Mike rolled on to his back taking care not to disturb his granddaughter.

How he had longed for this moment since the day she first came into his life thirteen years ago.

It was the middle of February when his daughter Sarah had given birth to Patsy. She and her husband Peter had been trying for a baby for several years and the arrival of this cute little bundle had made their lives complete.

Mike had not liked the names Sarah chose for her at first. He tried to get her to change her mind but all to no avail. How many girls in this day and age he thought would be happy being called ‘Primula Ann Tamara’. He knew however that once Sarah had made up her mind nothing was going to change it, she was so like her mother sometimes. So Primula Ann Tamara it was and that is how it stayed. Her father Peter came round to the idea after a few days although he invariably called her Annie. Mike however had other ideas and as Sarah’s married name was Curtis it wasn’t much of a stretch for the little girl’s initials to be extended from PATC to Patsy. After a couple of years by the time she was a toddler, Mike was not the only one to call her Patsy and it eventually stuck. Actually, as her hair grew longer and she started wearing it in bunches she grew into it and it actually suited her personality more than the names she had been given at birth. It was about this time that Patsy Palmer was appearing on the television soap ‘Eastenders' and although his granddaughter’s hair colour was not as vivid there was a certain similarity in look between them.

Mike’s wife, who nobody ever mentioned any more, had walked out on him claiming his voracious appetite for sex were too much for her although that is hard to believe given what happened in later years and Mike had soon grown tired of his wife’s overblown charms. Patsy never knew her grandmother, which is probably a good thing as it turned out given the way her life had progressed once she had parted company with Mike. The story went that a few months after she left Mike she had been out for the evening at one of the night clubs in the less salubrious part of town and claimed that she had been raped by three men who followed her back to her flat. An obviously unpleasant experience for her if true, although Mike was never convinced that it was rape as later she married one of her alleged attackers and subsequently was to be seen appearing in various porn videos which Mike stumbled across online.

Anyway, enough of that; let us return to Patsy for it is she slumbering next to him. How had he arrived at this longed for moment? Why would she be sharing her Grandfather’s bed. Perhaps now is the time for Mike to reminisce?

At that moment Patsy turned onto her side and the coverlet caught on her knee and was pulled down some distance revealing the curve of her shoulder. Mike watched and another movement of the young girl’s body left her right breast exposed. She is definitely growing up now he mused. The thoughts which had been with him for the last few hours returned. Mike had loved Patsy whatever shape her body took. He had fallen madly in love with the child almost from birth. But as the events of the previous day had shown he was now able to fully express that love.

His cock was getting hard now and was heading upwards eventually fully erect as he watched and then touched her pert breast. His hand rested tenderly on her breast and he moved his palm in slow gentle circles feeling the sleeping child’s budding nipple rising to meet him. Patsy stretched and her upper body was now revealed in all its youthful beauty. Her eyes flickered and then opened taking time to focus on the man looming over her.

“Hi Granddad. Is it late?”

“No baby, still only seven.”

Patsy lifted the coverlet and stared at Mike’s groin.

“Not too early to play?”

“Never.” Mike replied, sliding his hand down over the little girl’s tummy until his fingers slipped into the gap at the top of her thighs. Patsy’s cunt felt wet even though she had only just woken. He edged his hips across the bed and raising himself up on one elbow positioned himself above her. It was a matter of seconds and an almost imperceptible movement that saw Mike’s rock hard penis slip silently and gratefully between her cuntlips and up, up, up into the welcoming haven of her teenage vagina.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm” she moaned as she responded to his manhood entering her not quite so virginal pussy.

But this is not answering the questions “How” and “Why”.  So perhaps we should leave the mismatched lovers to their early morning congress and travel back to the time before Mike realised how much Patsy was going to feature in his life.

She was a cute baby and an even cuter toddler and it was not uncommon for her grandfather to act as unpaid baby sitter when Sarah and Peter wanted to go out for the evening. Mike had never involved himself in his daughter’s upbringing; his wife had assumed responsibility for changing and bathing Sarah when she was tiny.  It came as quite a shock when the first time he baby-sat Patsy her mother suggested he should give her a bath before bed time.

At first he said no, but Sarah would have none of it and as she and Peter left the house he found himself cradling Patsy in his arms and carrying her upstairs to the bathroom. The little girl looked really sweet in a pale grey roll neck jumper and a very short pleated tartan skirt. Why do mothers dress their infants in clothes which when worn by adults are designed to intrigue and arouse? Certainly that was the effect seeing his granddaughter in such a cute little skirt had on him. It surprised him that she appealed to some baser instinct that he did not know he had. Under her skirt the little girl wore a pair of white knickers with several rows of frills across her bottom.

Mike did not consider himself to be at all perverted but as Patsy stood on the bathmat while he ran the water he felt an unexpected stirring in his loins. He tried to ignore it but as he helped Patsy get ready for her bath the worse the feelings became.

“Lift your arms up.” He asked her as he took hold of the edge of her jumper and peeled it off over her head.

“Skin a rabbit.”

She was not that steady on her feet as her face disappeared for the few seconds it took to remove the garment. Mike held her torso until she regained her balance. He marvelled at how small and vulnerable she seemed. His hands easily encircled her waist.

Her vest which was a bit tighter got caught under her chin as he tugged at the hem. Patsy giggled and eventually her head popped out of the neck.

The little two year old stood in front of him now in just her frilly pants and white ankle socks also with frills around the ankles. Patsy was late getting dry and still wore a nappy and plastic pants. Mike peeled her knickers off and then removed her plastic pants before unpinning her nappy. Remember this was in the days before the proliferation of disposables. She put her hands on her Granddad’s shoulders as she lifted her legs out of the cotton towel like garment. On this occasion she was still dry. Mike had said to Sarah recently that it would not be long before she no longer needed to wear nappies. He pondered that thought for a moment or two as she stood in front of him, her arms in front of her skinny chest, hands together under her chin. It would be nice, he mused, when all that stood between prying eyes and her little slit would be thin cotton knickers.

Why did he think that? She was a child, his granddaughter not a suitable subject for his lechery.

But... then... perhaps...

That was it, the little girl stood before him, less than three feet tall. She put her hands on his shoulders now while he knelt before her breathing heavily.

“That tickles Granddad” she said as his hot breath hit her smooth chest. He had not realised how close he had moved his face to those two miniscule buttons of her nipples. Almost within reach of a questing tongue had he chosen to put it out.

Mike was not looking at her chest however, his eyes had turned downward and he was feasting on the sight of her smooth little slit with its puffy lips. He put one hand on her bottom and as she sat back on his hand lifted her up and lowered her into the bath. Releasing her as she slipped into the warm water he discovered that his hand which had been under her bottom had slipped between her thighs and his fingers were gently and almost imperceptibly stroking her baby cunt. He realised now that what had been a mild stirring in his trousers had quickly turned into a very uncomfortable ‘semi’. No chance to do anything about that at the moment though. He wondered whether what had just happened had registered with Patsy but decided that it had not. The little girl was merrily splashing the water with her hands.

Mike stood up and took the soap and a flannel from the shelf beside the bath and in a few moments had generated a rich creamy lather on the flannel.

“Can you stand up for Granddad, Patsy?” He leaned over the edge of the bath and held her arm as she proceeded to stand in front of him with the water coming up to her ankles.

“That’s right. Now turn this way and let me wash you.”

Patsy dutifully turned to face him and he assiduously applied the soapy flannel to her chest before moving it down over her belly and pubic mound and onward between her thighs where her little tight slit was waiting. Without being asked the girl moved her legs apart giving him easier access to the jewel he was seeking. Mike decided to abandon the flannel once he had coated her pudenda with soapy bubbles and instead replaced it with his fingers which softly roamed over her puffy labia and surreptitiously he allowed his forefinger to slip between them and into the warm smooth entrance to her baby grotto. No thought now of propriety, he was lost in the moment.

“Clean now Granddad”.

“Almost, Sweety.” He replied with his digit slipping up and down her cleft.

It was no good, the pressure in his trousers had built to a level he could not contain and rinsing his hands off before drying them on a hand towel he unbuckled his belt and dropped his zip before lowering his trousers to the floor.

“Granddad?”

“It’s OK Patsy, nothing to worry about.” He said as the child’s eyes settled on the straining erection between his legs.  “Granddad just likes his little Patsy.”

“What that?” she said pointing at his now rigid penis.

“Granddad’s willy.”

“Big willy. Why it big?”

“Because it’s happy to see Patsy. Happy willies get very big. Would you like to touch it?”

Mike could not believe that in little more time than it took to run a bath he had changed from a normal person into somebody who could be turned on by a baby to the point where he was actually asking his granddaughter to hold his cock. Clearly she was unsure, so Mike took hold of her hand very gently and guided it until her fingers wrapped themselves around his shaft. Somehow, perhaps instinctively Patsy tightened her grip and without any guidance stroked up and down the full length while her fingertips were not even meeting around his thickness. The excitement was so intense Mike, who usually had great self control, lost it. Before he knew what had happened he came explosively and Patsy let go slipping backwards into the bath.

Mike panicked and in spite of the spasms wracking his body and the semen shooting all over the place grabbed his granddaughter and saved her from sliding under the water.

The incident quickly brought him to his senses and as his excitement subsided and his cock shrank down again he finished bathing Patsy taking care to remove any traces of spunk from the toddler. Patsy seemed surprised but not especially perturbed by what had just happened.

“Patsy hair wet Granddad.” The infant wailed as Mike rubbed her down with a soft fluffy towel.

“Granddad will sort it out for you honey. Don’t worry.” Mike dried her off, put her nightgown on and popped her into her little bed before returning to the bathroom to clean up any evidence of his ‘crime’.

Later that evening his daughter and her husband returned home and Mike drove back to his cottage. He replayed what had happened in his mind like a video on permanent loop but he still could not believe he had been so stupid. He worried that Patsy might say something to Sarah or Peter but as the weeks went by and nothing was said he put it to the back of his mind. Except on the more frequent occasions when, following days with his family, he found himself wanking furiously over the image of Patsy’s tight pussy slit and the soft slippery feeling of her soft lips.

By the time Patsy started school her parents were struggling slightly and both had to go to work to make ends meet. Mike stepped in to help out wherever he could either financially when needed or by looking after his granddaughter until her parents returned home.

Patsy loved it when she was able to go to her Granddad’s house because he had a swimming pool in the garden. It wasn’t a large pool but it made her feel like a princess being able to splash about in the water when the weather was sunny and warm.

On this particular day when she was eight years old she had been dropped off by her mum fairly early in the morning and was going to be staying for the whole day. It was a lovely hot summers day in July and when Sarah arrived at her father’s cottage she could see that the front door was open already. She grabbed the bag of toys and change of clothes from the boot while Patsy skipped down the path towards the open door. She looked really pretty today in a flouncy little cream coloured cotton skirt from which her thin legs emerged. Patsy was still developing very slowly and actually looked younger than her eight years. Her top was a gorgeous sunshine yellow and her hair which was shoulder length had been put up in bunches which bounced as she trotted down the path.

“Granddad!” she called out as she approached the open door.

There was no answer from within.

“Granddad!!! Granddad!!!”

Patsy ran around the small cottage calling and calling.

“Mummy, he’s not here, he’s not.” She started to cry in frustration.

By this time Sarah had arrived inside the front door and Patsy ran up to her and flung her thin arms around her mother’s knees burying her face in the full skirt Sarah was wearing.

“Of course Granddad is here baby. He is probably out in the garden. He knows you are coming today so why would he not be here?”

Patsy released her hold. Spinning on her heel and all little legs and flouncing skirt she rushed off and out into the garden.

“Granddad” she squealed as she spotted him bending over one of the borders behind the pool. “We’re here, Granddad.”

Running up to him and almost tipping him head first amongst the flowers she transferred her hugs to him.

“Hang on little lady, let me up.” Mike turned without letting Patsy relinquish her hold on him. Stooping down he gripped her under the armpits and lifting her off her feet swung her up into his arms revealing a flash of white cotton knickers as he did so. His heart fluttered inside his chest at the sight of his sweet little granddaughter. As he lifted her she turned her head to see if her mother had followed her and he felt the softness of her gingery hair as it brushed his cheek. Mike was pleased that Sarah had decided on bunches today. He had always felt that the pigtails Patsy usually wore were too severe for her pretty face. He also preferred the girl’s hair loose. Loved running his fingers through it.

“Hi Dad, how are you today.”

Mike reached round and carefully pulled Patsy’s skirt down so it covered her pert little bottom again.

“Fine thanks, lovely day for it.” If only Sarah knew what he thought it was a lovely day for, but that was his little secret and he couldn’t wait.

In the years between the bathroom incident and today, Mike had slowly but surely increased the levels of intimacy between himself and his granddaughter. Today he hoped to take it one step further. He had made sure the pool was clean and the constant sun over the last two weeks had warmed it to a pleasant level.

“Peter will come by about six if that’s OK to pick up Patsy?”

“Of course, whenever. Patsy will be fine with me won’t you.” He turned away from Sarah so she did not see and squeezed Patsy’s little bottom. The girl answered this by wrapping her legs more tightly around his waist.

Yes, he thought. Today is going to be a good day.

After Sarah left, Patsy went up to the bedroom and changed out of her clothes into a pretty little one piece swimsuit. When she came back down Mike was in  the kitchen preparing some sandwiches for lunch. He turned to see an adorable little angel standing with her feet crossed one on top of the other, knees together, thin pink thighs disappearing under the little pelmet of the swimsuit. He so wanted to lift the pelmet and to seek out the tight little camel-toe he knew waited beneath. Patsy was still a tiny little thing and in the costume which was mainly black with white dots and pink trim she looked really cute. It had a couple of bows where the shoulder straps joined the bodice and that short pink skirt which to Mike’s regret was just long enough to hide the tops of her thighs.

“That’s nice. Is it new?”

“Yes Mummy bought it yesterday. Can I go in the pool, Granddad?”

“Yes, but be careful. Granddad will be with you soon.”

Patsy ran out into the garden and he heard the splash as she jumped in. 'Better get this food ready and then I can go and join her' he thought, and his penis twitched in anticipation.

It may be worthy of mention that from that first fumbled bath time Mike had lost more and more restraint when it came to touching the little girl and she in turn had become used to her Granddad’s perversions

Twenty minutes later, clad now in a pair of Speedos, Mike slid into the pool, and grabbing Patsy from behind lifted her in the air and gently tossed her back into the water. She sank, then emerged spluttering like a little mermaid before he took hold of her in his arms and let her slippery body rub against the front of his trunks.

“Ooo, Granddad.” The girl said as she felt the bulge in his trunks against her belly. “I do love swimming in your pool.” She had wrapped her arms around his neck and was hugging him tightly as her skinny legs gripped his waist and her crotch settled against his slightly swollen groin.

“Granddad loves his little Patsy too. But you know that don’t you.” He replied enjoying the warmth of her pussy against his burgeoning meat.

Mike had his hands cupped underneath her cute little bottom and pulled her tight against him so that she was now more or less sitting with her pussy resting on top of his swiftly expanding cock. The two sets of genitals only separated by her thin cotton costume and his stretchy Speedos. It was fortunate that his trunks did stretch or he would very quickly have been in considerable discomfort.

“Yes I do, Granddad. Can we play today?”

“I don’t see why not. If that’s what you would like.”

He knew it was going to be a dream of a day when he woke thus morning and so it was proving to be.  Patsy was wriggling against him now and her movements were exacerbating the pleasant sensations between his legs. Mike could visualise her tight slit as she moved her hips and rubbed herself against his penis. After all since he first saw her naked he had taken every opportunity to look and when the occasion arose to feel the soft sweet furrow at the top of her thighs. This was, however, not going quite the way he had expected. When Mike had decided today was when he would step up his initiation of Patsy he did not think she would be so eager. After all, she was still only half way through Primary school and not yet ready for the final step. It may surprise the reader to hear that Mike was an old fashioned man with a mild case of obsessive compulsive disorder. A place and a time for everything and today was the time to move from touch to taste but no further.

Mike held Patsy tight, and striding across the pool he carried her up the steps and on to the small patio where he had set up a couple of loungers and a sun mattress with several large towels. He set her down in front of the mattress and knelt down so that they were almost on the same level. Placing his hands first on her shoulders he then moved them out and down over her skinny arms before holding her gently by the waist.

“Granddad loves your swimsuit, Patsy. It's very pretty.”

“Yes it is,” she replied, clutching the sides of the little frilly skirt which covered her pussy.

Mike slid his hands down to the little girls hips and working his way round to her bottom he stroked her cotton clad cheeks before moving his hands around the frilly skirt hem to the front. Mike gently guided Patsy to turn round. Her hair was now in his face and he could smell the shampoo she had used this morning. Sarah was fastidious in looking after Patsy’s hair, constantly washing and brushing it for her. His fingers slipped up under the skirt and he tenderly put one hand between her thighs so that he could feel her slit through the thin cotton. His hand cupped her mound while his fingers slid between her thighs revelling in the feeling of her soft pussy lips and the tempting entrance to her virgin cunt so close to his fingertips but protected by a layer of material. Just the thickness of her swimsuit away, he thought. Her costume was thicker than knickers would have been but Mike knew that would not be a problem for long.

“That feels nice, Granddad” she said as he slid his hand back and forth between her legs. He could easily detect the outline of her cunt and it was turning him on as he rubbed his hand across her lips and the costume slipped up between them.

“Yes it does, Patsy. It feels really nice.” He replied as his penis tightened inside his Speedos. Mike held the little girl like this for several minutes. One hand in the warmth of her crotch, the other wrapped around her body while his fingers stroked her slender chest.

Mike was getting seriously aroused by her now and so relinquished his hold on her fanny reluctantly before lifting her and laying her down on the mattress where he proceeded to unfasten the bows on her costume.

“Hee Hee.”  Patsy was enjoying the attention. For some reason Mike had trouble with the bow on the right. Perhaps it had been tied tighter, perhaps the fact that his hands were shaking uncontrollably in eager anticipation of the pretty little gift she was , who knows. Eventually though, he succeeded, and he released the shoulder straps marvelling at the translucence of the girl’s skin as it stretched over her collar bones.

Mike opened her costume and slowly peeled the front down until he could see the two small pink nipples which turned from flat disks of darker skin to tiny points as the cool air reached them. One day, in not too many years, he knew they would be womanly nipples capable of providing sustenance to her children. For now, though, they were infantile buttons  which intrigued and excited him.

“Mmmm, you are so pretty, Patsy,” he said as he leaned forward and gently ran his tongue over the little girl’s chest until he encountered her left nipple. He let the tip of his tongue run small circles around the minute bud and then closing his lips together he sucked gently and felt her nipple and areola on his tongue as he sucked her preteen breast into his hot mouth. “Granddad loves his little precious girl.”

Patsy ran her fingers through his hair as she felt her young body responding to his lips. Arching her back she pushed her slim chest against his face and luxuriated in the sensations which coursed through her. This was a new feeling she had never experienced before. She wondered why she was starting to feel damp between her legs, and the more Granddad sucked on her nipple the wetter she felt.

“Granddad,” she said as he nuzzled her tiny breast, not even worthy of the description breast bud yet, it was so flat. “Granddad.” Her hands grasped his hair and her small fingers entwined themselves in it. Mike was still able to boast a good head of hair but right now he wished it was shorter as her questing fingers were beginning to tighten on his locks.

“Mmmm, what is it honey?” he murmured against her tiny tit while his hand sought out the other nipple.

“Why haven’t we done this before?”

“Why, do you like it?”

“Uh huh. It makes me feel all funny in my tummy.”

“Good funny or bad funny?” he asked her although she could hardly make out the words, his mouth was so full of preteen flesh.

“Good funny silly. Like butterflies.”

“Butterflies? What are they doing in your tummy perhaps Granddad should chase them away.”

“No Granddad. I like the butterflies they make me feel nice.”

“OK then, Patsy, but I still think I should take a look just to make sure they aren’t naughty butterflies.”

“They aren’t naughty Granddad. You are,”

Mike paused. Did she mean that? Was she telling him to stop? He didn’t want to stop. He had been planning for this moment for a long time now. His self imposed schedule of seduction depended on taking this next step.

Patsy must have sensed his uncertainty.

“But I like it when you're naughty.” The little girl reassured him.

Mike lifted his head from her flat chest, and breathing a sigh of relief he took hold of her costume with both hands. Pulling it down he slowly uncovered the lower part of her chest, her smooth schoolgirl belly and gradually the top of her pubic mound, the bone jutting like a small pink promontory protecting the cove below.

“Lift your bottom for Granddad, baby,” he pleaded, desperate to reveal all of her preteen beauty.

Patsy did as he asked, and pressing her heels into the mattress she raised herself up enough for him to slide her costume down to the top of her thighs. As he did so her smooth mound came fully into view and then millimetre by millimetre the top of her slit followed by the glorious sight of  two puffy lips tightly pressing together concealing he knew what within . Mike’s heart was beating faster and faster as the costume slid down and off her body until he was able to let her lower her bottom cheeks back on to the towel and then lift her feet. Seconds later and the pretty little black and pink polka dot swimsuit lay on the blanket beside his granddaughter in all its wet and unnecessary glory. After all, who needs swimming costumes anyway. Mike didn’t move for a moment or twenty as he feasted his eyes on her slender hips, skinny thighs and the jewel nestling between them. He had enjoyed the softness of her chest and the little bud of her nipple as it played on his tongue and the slight taste of chlorine from her skin imparted by the swimming pool. Perhaps he should check the levels, that seemed to be stronger than usual, ever the perfectionist, even when lusting after his little Patsy. Anyway, no time to worry about that now, the sight of her sweet little cunt was beckoning him and he needed to taste it more than anything else in the world.

Mike applied his mouth to her belly button first and rolled the tip of his tongue around and around, eliciting gales of laughter from the little girl as his tongue tickled her. Next he ran his tongue down her belly following the slight indentation until her pubic mound rose under his chin and he travelled south seeking the warmer territory of her vulva between those two tiny puffy hillocks of her labia. He placed one hand on each of her thighs and gently applying pressure eased them apart until his chin slipped between her softness and his thumbs were able to part her pussy lips revealing the rosy pink moist interior and the firm little bud of her clitoris nestling under its protective hood. Mike’s tongue ran into the valley of her sex and sought out the taste of her little girl juices. There was a lingering aroma from her last visit to the toilet for a pee but that didn't deter him, instead if anything it spurred him on to greater endeavours. He gently pressed his thumbs and opened her slit up to further examination.

It was like a flower, he thought, as the moist rosy lining of her vulva was revealed. Such a beautiful flower. No wonder the Orientals attributed to the female sex organ the attributes of the Lotus blossom. He could think of nothing in nature that was more desirable than the wonders of a tight young vagina.

Mike looked up at the face of his little Patsy. Her eyes were closed and he could see her lips moving as if she were gently biting her tongue. He slipped his forefinger between the young girl’s pussy lips and watched as a flicker moved across her face.

“Are you alright, Patsy?” He didn’t want her to do anything she was not comfortable with.

“No” she replied.

Mike paused.

“Not just alright, I’m wonderful, that feels so, so lovely.” Her eyes opened and she smiled down at him.

At that moment neither her age, nor her relationship to him mattered at all. Mike knew he loved this little girl and always would. As a lover not as a grandfather.  He moved his finger against her clitoris and gently stroked her tiny love bud. Patsy moved her hips almost imperceptibly in response to his touch. She was beginning to get wetter now. Mike’s fingers were doing to her what they did best. Her pert bottom resting on the fluffy towel began to shift as she pushed  back against his hand. Mike slid his forefinger down towards the warmth of her vulva. He was getting hard now. His cock still restrained within his swimming trunks was feeling uncomfortable but he did not want to stop. The softness of her pussy was making him want to fuck the little girl but he had determined to take things slowly. That was a pleasure he was keeping for another day, another year. Much too young to be penetrated by his thick cock, for now he would content himself with a slender digit.

“Oh, Granddad!” Patsy moaned as his finger drew ever decreasing circles around the inner edges of her labia. She opened her legs even wider as Mike’s fingertip nudged the tight petals of her inner lips. “Oooooooh that is so nice. Mmmmmmm”

Patsy’s inner lips were tiny as might be expected of a girl her age. Mike loved the feeling as he slowly stroked them and they moved apart like opening flower petals. The preteen’s pussy was decidedly damp now, in fact  more than damp she was positively flowing with lubrication. Mike had considered using ‘KY’ but he knew now that that was completely unnecessary. Patsy was responding to his touch much more than he could have hoped and his finger was becoming slick with cunt juice.

The girl was arching her back now as his touch began to take her closer and closer to the thrill of orgasm. Mike had never fully understood whether it was possible for a child of eight or even younger to climax, but whatever it was he knew that Patsy had enjoyed it for several years now and the older she got the more powerful the feelings she experienced.

Without taking his hand away from her crotch Mike leaned over Patsy and sought her lips with his mouth. Surprisingly perhaps this was the first time he had ever attempted to kiss her. Well, obviously as a grandparent he had given her numerous pecks in the past and they had always made his heart flutter, but this, this was the first time he had attempted to kiss the girl properly. His face approached hers and he watched her mouth opening slightly as she reacted to the touch of his hand on her sex. As he got closer he could feel the warmth of her breath and the faint unmistakeable scent of her toothpaste reached his nostrils. Their mouths were now so close he could taste her breath. Mike’s finger slid between her inner lips and as their lips met Patsy opened her mouth to allow her grandfather to slip his tongue on hers. Simultaneously as he entered her mouth with his tongue and felt the welcoming wetness, his finger plunged silently between her lower lips and disappeared into the child’s tight vagina, revelling in the equally if not more beautiful wetness of that other orifice.

Patsy returned his kiss so energetically he found it difficult to believe how inexperienced she really was. As for what was happening lower down, her muscles were unconsciously gripping his finger so tight. It felt as though he had been caught in a clamp. A clamp of preteen flesh and he loved it. Patsy flicked her tongue against Mike’s as their tongues chased each other around the small cave of her mouth. Mike’s finger was driving in and out of her body until a fierce shudder ran through the girl and she suddenly squeezed her thighs together trapping his hand between them.

“Ooooooooooooooooh! Ooooooooooooooooh! Yeeeeees!!!” She disentangled her tongue from her Granddad’s as her young body convulsed in a violent spasm and her cunt held Mike’s finger deep inside her vagina. Deeper than he had expected to be so soon. No hymen to obstruct his passage just the heat and moisture of a really tight and delicious young cunt.

“Oh Granddad that feels like, like...”

Her legs shuddered as wave after wave of pleasure ran through her. Mike could feel himself starting to leak precum and even with his penis still trapped and bent almost double he knew he was not far from cumming.

Unable to move his hand where it rested captive between her thighs he merely relied on flicking his fingertip against her vaginal walls and then realised he could feel the muscular opening to her young womb against his finger tip. Her cervix felt like a little ring of pulsating muscle against his advancing digit.

DING DONG.... DING, DING, DONG...

“Oh fuck!!!” the expletive escaped him

“Granddad!!” Patsy stared at the man towering over her with his hand on her snatch and his primary digit buried inside her body. “Who is it?”

“Buggered if I know. Look sorry for the language. Quick cover yourself with the towel and I'll go and see.”  Who the heck was at the door, he wondered? Mike was not expecting anybody. He hoped Sarah had closed it properly on her way out. The last thing he needed was a friend or neighbour strolling in and catching him playing with his granddaughter. Mike quickly withdrew his finger and unceremoniously left Patsy on her back with her legs slightly apart and her inner thighs glistening. “Be back in a minute. Cover yourself up, Patsy,” he said as he headed for the house.

“Granddad...”

Mike turned.

“Your thingy.”

In his haste he had forgotten what a sight his tumescent cock trapped in lycra would present to the visitor. Grabbing up a towel he wrapped it around his waist and padded through the cottage. The front door was shut, thank goodness. Around here it was not unusual for neighbours to walk in unannounced. He felt a fool for not making sure it was secure before playing with Patsy. Mike checked in the hall mirror as he passed to make sure he was not presenting a priapic vision to whoever  was at the door. His erection had subsided somewhat and would not ‘frighten the horses’.

Mike turned the latch and, opening the door, was greeted by a young woman clutching a small black bag and accompanied by a girl of perhaps nine or ten. Even in his panic he was able to appreciate the innocent beauty of the little girl, long blonde hair cascading over her shoulders with a wide pale blue ribbon bowed on top of her head. She was wearing a frilly cornflower blue frock and for all the world looked like Lewis Carroll’s Alice. Under other circumstances...

Mike told himself to behave.

“Hello,” the woman spoke. “Is God an important part of your life?”

Unbelievable, he thought. Interrupted from fingering my eight year old granddaughter and now I am being asked to consider my immortal soul. I think I have strayed  too far from the way to be saved today.

“Umm no, sorry, look this isn’t a convenient time right now.”

“No, I can see that,” the woman said while Mike was busy watching the little nymphet out of the corner of his eye. “May I come back some other time?” He didn't pause to wonder how she could tell it was inconvenient. Perhaps the slight tenting of the towel gave something away.

“No I’m sorry, I’m not really religious,” Mike replied, all the time wondering whether it was worth agreeing to be converted  with the possibility of Alice’s pussy becoming available to  him. No, he decided, too much effort. “Sorry I must go.” So saying he left the Evangelists on his doorstep and closed the front door. Mike felt bad being so rude especially in the face of such a tempting little visitor but needs must and he did have another pretty little girl already spread-eagled by the pool. Anyway, perhaps they might return one day when he was less busy. He hoped so. The thought of what pretty little Alice had concealed under that sweet frilly dress was one of life’s greatest temptations.  His thoughts drifted back to Sunday School many years ago now when he had managed to grope cute Amanda Watson in the Vestry. He was probably eleven or twelve and she could not have been any more than six or seven. Not much younger than Patsy was now.  Was that really his first sight of smooth young cunny? Possibly not but it was definitely the time when he experienced the delicious feeling of dipping a finger in a honey pot for the first time. He wondered whether he could still remember the Ten Commandments. What were they? From the distant recesses of his mind he drew forth some memories.

No other god or making false idols.
Don’t  take his name in vain.
Keep Sunday Holy.
Honour Mum and Dad.
Do not murder, steal or commit adultery.
Do not bear false witness or covet.

Oh dear, he was doing so well until it came to the last two. He had never actually lied about lusting after Patsy and other little girls, just didn’t mention it to anyone, but he sure as hell coveted every last one of them. That’s it, no Heaven for Mike, well, apart from what heaven he could find on this earth.

Mike strode meaningfully through the cottage and back out into the sunshine of his back garden. He did not know what to expect as he neared the pool. Perhaps Patsy would have put her costume back on, perhaps the interruption had drawn today’s entertainments to a close. Alternatively he could be about to see a sight that would be enough to make any red blooded male hard in seconds. Would she be encased in black and pink, wrapped in fluffy white cotton towelling or possibly, just possibly lying on the mattress totally naked with her legs apart and her pussy winking at him in the summer sun.

As it happened she was sitting with her back to the house, her knees pulled up to her chin , her soft young body wrapped in the towel. Her arms were clasped around her knees and her chin rested on them while her golden red hair, which by now had almost completely dried in the sun, flowed half way down her back in soft waves. She obviously didn't hear him as his naked feet padded silently across the grass towards her.

Mike crept up to his beloved granddaughter and when he was close enough wrapped his big arms around her and slowly leaned against her back, burying his face in her pretty hair.

“You were ages, Granddad,” she said as she leaned back against him. “Who was it?”

“Only God botherers. Nobody important, anyway where were we?” Mike squeezed her tenderly as he knelt behind her.

“You were playing with my pussy but you stopped too soon.” Patsy turned her head slightly and pouted up at him. That look could always melt his heart.

“So I was.” He lowered one hand to the edge of the towel and slowly unwrapped the pretty little bundle. She was warm and dry now and as her body was revealed in all its preteen glory Mike caught his breath as if it were the first time he had seen her naked. It was not but it had taken all of eight years for him to slowly get to this point in her ‘training’. The day where looks and glances and the more frequent grope had given way to more positive actions. But still he had no intention of rushing anything. In point of fact, unlike many men who desired nothing but to fuck as soon as it could be managed in safety and without causing pain or distress, Mike was different. It was as much the journey to ultimate bliss which excited him as much as the goal itself. Many were the times when he had pleasured himself over recollections of Patsy as her body changed from baby to infant to slender young girl. Now he had moved to the next stage. He had brought her to orgasm for the first time and would take her there again and again before advancing her knowledge of human sexuality to ultimate fulfilment.

Patsy was still pre-pubescent and he would not take her virginity for several years yet. He knew now that when the time came she would be ready and able to let him enter her. Willing to let him do more than finger-fuck her. Abstention would be sweet until then but for now he needed her to familiarise herself with what would one day be the centre of her universe. He could feel it waiting to arise where it nestled inside his trunks.

Mike reached around the little girls legs and slipping his hand between her thighs sought out the warmth of her pussy. His fingers touched soft smooth skin, and soon he had covered her firm pubic mound with his hand again letting his thumb slide into her groove which was parted eagerly by the way her knees were know starting to spread. He gently ran his thumb up over her clit and she giggled as it stiffened in response to his touch.

“Granddad needs his little lover to help him now though,” he said, and taking his hand away for a moment inserted his fingers inside the waistband of his Speedos. He had to stand in order to remove them but very soon he was stood towering over the girl. His genitals above the level of her head.

“You look funny from here Granddad!” Patsy laughed while she looked up at his ball sack.

“I guess so,” he replied before settling back down on the towel beside her. Mike took hold of Patsy’s shoulders and gently laid her on her back before turning her onto her side and assuming a sixty nine position facing  her. She was so small lying alongside him but he positioned himself so that he could get his face between her thighs while she discovered that his limp penis was just within reach of her hands.

It did not take long as he spread her cuntlips and tongued her moist slit until his cock was rock hard.

“Oooo Granddad, yummy!” Patsy mumbled as she took hold of his shaft and running her hand up and down exposed the livid purple head from within its hiding place. Mike’s foreskin was quite long and she loved the way his glans emerged through the ring of flesh, a small bead of moisture hanging on the tip. “Can I lick it?”

“You know you can do whatever you like, Patsy.”

Mike was tonguing her cunt, enjoying the taste of her pussy juice as it seeped slowly from her vagina, while she had opened her mouth and, peeling his foreskin back, rested his cock head on her tongue. She had over the years touched him many times, and on occasion he had been unable to prevent himself cumming.  But now she was participating properly in helping him reach the heights of ecstasy. This was the first time he had let her suck him and she was really going to enjoy it.  It felt to Mike as if his dick was being immersed in a hot wet cave. He could only imagine what pleasure awaited when he would one day slip it inside her tight young cunt.  Patsy closed her lips on the shaft just below the head and sucked while he let his tongue delve into her sweet pussy. He loved the taste of her. He loved the silky feeling of her vulva on his tongue. He would have been happy to do this for ever.

Patsy nipped his penis with her teeth and the unexpected act made him jump.

“Hee Hee!” she chuckled as she resumed wanking her grandfather while her tongue played over and around the head of his cock. The tip fluttered against his frenulum and although Patsy did not know that was what it was called she soon discovered the effect tonguing him there would have. Mike’s cock was rigid and thick filling her mouth and it throbbed in her hand. She ran her fingers up and down the shaft as she brought him closer and closer to orgasm.

Mike was sucking Patsy’s little clitoral bud between his lips, and then let his tongue run down onto her inner lips and between them until he was lapping at her opening. He was as turned on as he had ever been now and he felt the increased pressure in his balls as Patsy redoubled the speed of her cock stroking. She was fascinated by the way she was able to pull his foreskin right down and then roll it back up completely covering the end of his penis and the little weeping eye. Each time it rolled back she ran her little tongue over the tip licking up Mike’s precum. Without slowing her motion she watched her Granddad's head between her thighs and she too felt the shuddering excitement of her imminent orgasm. Mike was nearly there now and wondered what Patsy would do when he came. He decided to guide her.

“I’m going to cum soon, sweety. You know that white stuff?”

“Course I know, Granddad, I’m not a baby.” No, she wasn't a baby, but Mike recalled the first time he had cum and the sticky semen had found its way onto her little chest as well as most of the bathroom.

“You know it doesn’t matter if you get it in your mouth. In fact you'll probably like it.” He continued, not knowing whether she would gag on his load.

“OK.” She was so matter of fact he couldn’t help but love her more. Patsy kept his cock in her mouth, the head resting on the back of her tongue while she ferociously stroked his shaft and carried on licking him.

Mike lifted his head and replaced his tongue with a finger which he slipped between her inner labia, and seeking out her G spot he frigged her tight little pussy. Moments later and the lovers both experienced what they needed. Patsy felt her orgasm build from deep inside again and then it exploded throughout her young body. Mike pushed his penis against the back of her throat and then as his balls sent forth their cargo of semen he too shuddered and a thick wad of spunk erupted from him and coursed down the back of Patsy’s throat. Instead of gagging she merely swallowed everything he gave her and as both of them reached the peak of their climax she licked the residue of Granddad’s cum from his penis while he held her little bottom and slowly licked her slit as she gradually came down from her high.

Granddad and Patsy lay quietly on the towel covered mattress for a few minutes. Mike kept his hand on Patsy’s pussy, revelling in the warm glow of her pre-pubescent femininity as she relaxed and her orgasm subsided. Meanwhile the little girl was lying on her back still enjoying the metallic taste of her Grandfather’s semen on her tongue. She determined to swallow every time in future.

“Can we do it again Granddad?” she begged as his penis shrank back to its usual size.

“Sure can Patsy. As often as you like.” Mike was so glad they had reached the halfway point in her lessons in incest. She was such a lovely little girl and he was delighted to be able to spend so much time in her company. “Just remember Mummy and Daddy must never know about our play times.”

“Of course, Granddad. It ‘s our little secret.”

Just two months before her thirteenth birthday Patsy underwent Confirmation into her parent’s Church. That is not to say she had adopted the faith of her Grandfather who, as we know, had none. None that is apart from a devotion to his pretty little granddaughter and the belief that she was equally devoted to him.  He had worshipped at her altar for thirteen years. He had drunk of her wine and tasted the bread of her body but he refused to attend the ceremony despite her entreaties. She wanted her Granddad there to see her accepted into the Church wearing the white bridal gown, veil and gloves that were customary on such occasions. He was steadfast, however, in refusing her request.

“I want you to see me in white, Granddad,” she pleaded.

“I know you do, baby and I will, but not in church, you know my opinion of religion.”

“Then when? I can only wear it once. Those are the rules.”

“Don’t worry your pretty head about it. Mummy knows I won't be swayed but she's agreed that you can spend the weekend after your birthday at my house. She also said after much discussion that you can bring your confirmation clothes with you. That way I get to  enjoy you all to myself.”

“Does that mean?” she asked without asking.

“If you want it to, then yes it does.”

“Oh you know I want to Granddad, I thought it would never happen.”

“Well I think you're all grown up now and it's time. Mummy says you're having your periods as well so we'll need to be careful.”

“Yuk. I hate growing up, Granddad. Next I'll be all hairy like a woman.”

“Yes, darling, but growing up means we can play grown up games and there are things you can do about unwanted hair. Although I 'm not sure Mummy will be too pleased if she finds out so you'll have to pretend to be a troublesome teenager and not tell her you've started shaving as well. But unless you've grown up a lot in the last two months there can’t be anything to worry about anyway. You were still beautifully smooth the last time I looked.” He smiled at her and stroked the top of her head. Pigtails today. No long flowing locks just pigtails.

Mike recalled the last time she had stayed over at his cottage and the slight downy fluff just starting to appear at the base of her flat tummy where her mound rose delightfully pink and firm. It had clearly been an indication of her entering puberty, so it was possible there was more unnecessary growth.

“There isn’t much there yet, Granddad, but you can show me what to do with it anyway. I think I'd like that. Get rid of it before it becomes annoying.”

“Good idea. I'll help you any way you want, you know that. So you just make sure you pack the dress and everything so I can see you in it and then maybe later you can be my special child bride.” The thought of her wearing what to all intents and purposes was a wedding dress on the day he planned to deflower his granddaughter appealed to Mike and he was eagerly anticipating the weekend which was still nearly three months away. Knowing how fast children mature once they enter puberty, he envisaged having to introduce Patsy to the secret art of genital hair removal before she donned her virginal frock for him.  Hardly a chore, just another fun part of the day to look forward to.

The day of her confirmation came and went. Mike did not. Her birthday came and went. Mike did not, after all it was the start of her teenage years and she would not want an old man getting in the way when her school friends were there.

The weekend following her birthday party arrived and happily it was a lovely weekend. Mike would be able to let her use the pool if she wanted to. Any excuse to see her in a skimpy costume. Since that day when she was eight she had abandoned one piece swimsuits for the much more pleasurable bikini.

Sarah didn’t drop Patsy off this time. She was old enough to be trusted to make her own way round to her Granddad’s cottage and after lunch on the Saturday she packed up her little overnight case, and taking great care not to crease her Communion dress she added everything else she was likely to need for the weekend. Fortunately for Mike the essentials did not include tampons or towels. That problem had been and gone several days earlier.

It was only a twenty minute walk from Patsy’s house in the centre of the village to Granddad’s which was on the western outskirts. She carefully made her way and arrived at about three in the afternoon. It was still quite warm and Mike had left the front door ajar knowing that Patsy would be arriving some time soon.

DING DONG.... DING,  DING, DONG...

Mike came rushing to the door all in a lather thinking that he was being invaded by unwanted visitors just at the moment when Patsy was due to arrive.

“Hi Granddad.”

“Oh, thank goodness I thought you were going to be somebody trying to sell me something.”

“No chance of that,” she replied. “Anything I have is yours for free.”

“Come on in, silly girl, I've been waiting for you. Did you bring everything?”

“Of course. I promised, didn’t I?”

Mike smiled, and taking her suitcase in one hand he put his arm round her shoulders and guided her into the cottage. He was pleased to see that she was wearing a skirt and top he had always liked but was less happy that her hair was up in those damned pigtails again. He knew it probably made life easier for her, requiring less brushing, but he found loose hair much sexier.

“So why don’t you pop upstairs and empty your case and then you can decide what you would like to do this afternoon.” Mike patted her playfully on the bottom as she headed upstairs. At the top she turned right heading for the spare bedroom. “Wrong way, Patsy,” Mike called after her.

“What do you mean, wrong way?” she turned and leaned over the balcony to talk to him.

“I mean wrong way. My room's the other way and I assumed you'd want to share it with me tonight. Or should I say I hoped you would.”

“Oh Wow, really? Sleeping in your bed, Granddad?”

“Where else? Now you're going to be my child bride you can’t possibly sleep alone.”

Patsy dropped the case, and almost tripping in her haste she ran back down the stairs and threw her small body at her grandfathe,r wrapping her legs around him and hugging him tight to her developing breasts.

Mike was pleased as he felt her budding bosom pressing against him. Patsy had clearly filled out since the last time he'd seen her topless. Although he wasn't what might be called a ‘tit’ man he still admired the firm pert breasts often seen on pubescent girls and he was sure that his little girl had just enough to satisfy his lust.

“Come on Patsy, it’s not that exciting.” He freed himself from her clutches before planting a fleeting kiss on her lips. “Off you go and get unpacked. I need to do a few things for later. Come down when you're ready.”

Patsy skipped upstairs looking younger than her thirteen years while Mike headed into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of wine. Taking it out into the garden he settled himself in one of the loungers listening to the happy sound of his granddaughter filtering through the open bedroom window as she hummed a tune. The sun was pleasantly warm but not too hot. A damselfly zigzagged back and forth over the surface of the pool. Iridescent blue flashes as it twisted and turned, dipping into the water occasionally. Mike was happy. Patsy had come to visit and today would see the culmination of many years of preparation.

“Phew, done it.” The young girl’s voice rippled down to him.

“That’s good,” he replied to the open window above him. “Now come on down and join me. There’s a drink on the kitchen table." A few moments passed and then Patsy arrived behind him with a cooling glass of lemonade in her hand. She paused at the back of his chair and dipping her fingers in the glass flicked some drops onto his face.

“You little monkey!” he cried as she set the tumbler down on the floor and leapt into his lap.

He couldn't believe how wonderful she looked today. Her budding breasts pressed against the thin lemon-coloured cotton top. It was clear that she wasn't wearing a bra, although her pert little 30A breasts hardly needed support. Two tiny little button nipples could be seen outlined through the soft material. Her skirt was also cotton, although a heavier grade with horizontal stripes of white and orange. It was fastened at the waist with a shiny belt studded with little diamantes. Little sandals made up the look and he was pleased to see that while she had been unpacking she had released her hair from the constraints of the plaiting. Now it shone in the sunlight as it cascaded over her shoulders.

Mike caught her as she landed on top of him and grabbed her leg with one hand while her back rested on his other arm and his hand cupped her breast. Patsy leaned in and finding his mouth with hers they kissed, not like grandfather and granddaughter but as lovers. Their lips crushed against each other and as Mike opened his mouth her tongue sought out his and they shared a passionate moment. Mike’s hand which had been on her knee slipped up under the hem of her skirt and rose further and further up the young girl’s thigh until his fingers felt the rise of her pudenda between her legs. He was pleasantly surprised that he encountered not the usual feel of cotton little girl knickers with which he had become so familiar over the many years he had touched Patsy there, but the sensation of silk or satin.

“Mmm, now what do we have here, little lady?” he asked her as with the back of his hand he lifted her skirt until he could see the pretty bikini-style knickers she had decided to put on for his benefit today. They were lemon yellow to match her top and probably nylon but they felt so soft the fact that they weren’t silk didn’t actually matter. As he could see them more clearly he spotted a little rainbow and teddy bear motif on her left hip. Ideal he thought, the sophistication of silky knickers but with the decoration you expect from those worn by little girls. His perfect combination.

Mike moved his hand up onto her tummy and slipped his fingers inside the waist band until he could feel the rise of her mound. She had told the truth,  there were traces of pubic hair beginning to sprout from her beautiful skin. His baby was growing up, no longer his perfect little preteen but ready to enjoy the benefits that being a young adult offered. He had mixed emotions, sad about the loss of his grandchild’s innocence  but excitement at the thought of at last reaching the time when he felt comfortable about fucking her. He moved his hand further inside Patsy’s knickers until he could feel her wetness on his fingertips.

“Still naughty then, Granddad,” she said. “Goody goody.”

As his fingers slipped between her pussy lips he kissed her again.

“I will always be your naughty Granddad.” He let his other hand squeeze her pert little breast. “You were right, Patsy you're getting very hairy down there. So would you like me to get your fluffy kitten smooth again or not?”

“Sure, why not. Are you going to do it for me then?”

“Uh huh.” Mike took his hand out of her pants, and adjusting his cock which had become uncomfortable again, he shuffled them both off the lounger.

“Come on then, fluffy bunny,” he said as he took her hand and led her back into the house and upstairs to the bathroom where he had already laid out two bath sheets, a lady razor and some scented bath cream which would be nicer for her than soap.

She was starting to panic a little bit because this was going to be a really scary moment having a razor blade next to her NooNoo even though she knew her Granddad would never hurt her.

When they were in the bathroom Mike ran a bath full of warm water and put in a good helping of bath foam until the water level couldn't be seen through the six inch deep layer of froth on top.

“I bet you don’t remember when you used to be bathed by me when you were tiny, do you, Patsy?”

“No, of course not, but you never stopped getting me in the bath whenever you could and even coming in with me,” she said.

“Well, let’s do it together now then,” he replied.

With that Patsy stood in front of him still so much shorter than he was. Mike told himself it would be nice when they were on a level but in his heart he knew that he loved her just the way she was. He told her to lift her arms and took hold of the top peeling it up over her head.

“Skin a rabbit.” There it was again the phrase he always used when she was a toddler and he was getting her ready to be fondled. This time, though, when her top came off over her head she displayed a pair of perky little breasts hardly more than buds but so, so cute. Mike could not control himself and kneeling down he took his granddaughter’s pink nipple between his lips. It tasted as it always had, that slight salty tang of salt on skin but now his little baby was a big girl, and as he rolled his tongue around her areola her nipple stood proud and pressed back against the tip of his tongue.

“Sorry Patsy, I just had to have a taste,” he said, lifting his head and unfastening the side of her skirt before lowering it to the bathroom floor. Now her new silky knickers were there just begging to be removed. Mike never needed to be asked twice and gripping the elastic at her waist he rolled them off over her hips until they fell of their own volition. She was beautiful. The marks left by the elastic round her waist and the tops of her thighs were the only flaws visible on her perfect skin. Her pubic mound was firm underneath her wonderfully pale pink skin. Now though, he could see why she was worried about puberty. Shrouding her mount was a faint fuzzy glow from her gingery pubic hair which seemed to form a ridge down the middle of her pubic bone almost as if pointing the way to paradise.

“Come on, let’s get you in that bath.”

“Only if you come in too, Granddad.” He had hoped she would say that and wasted no time at all in shedding his clothes and standing beside her as she lifted one leg and stepped into the tub. Seated there her face was on a level with his cock and balls and the little minx could no more resist grabbing his prick than he could resist fingering her slit whenever her pussy was within range. She took hold of his shaft which was semi-erect now and by gently pulling him towards her she eased him into the water facing her. “So how will this work then?” she asked as Mike reached the lady razor and cream down from the  shelf.

“Easy, you just stand in front of me.”

Mike took a sizeable dollop of shower cream in the palm of his hand. “Hmmm” he thought, “about the same as my usual wad of semen but it smells sweeter.” He rubbed it on her pudenda and slowly but deliberately worked it up into a lather. When her pussy mound was slick with the cream he slowly applied the razor to the bottom of her tummy and gently slid it down to where her legs met each side of her still tight little slit. A few minutes and her mound was as smooth as when she was two years old.

“Right now sit on the edge of the bath and open your legs for me.”

Ever obedient to her Grandfather’s wishes she parted her thighs and Mike stared in wonder at the livid pink gash with its two inner lips. Taking extra special care he slid the blade down over her outer lips and the cream passed over the few remaining soft hairs until his little lovers slit was smooth and beautiful again. Scooping up hands full of bath water, Mike applied it to her cunt washing off the soapy residue. At the same time he made certain his fingers explored her secret place and teased her clitoris.

“Your turn, Granddad.”

“What??” he choked. “You can’t be serious.”

“Of course I am. If you can shave my NooNoo then I’m going to give your balls the same treatment.”

He knew better than to argue and resigned himself to having his meat and two veg denuded of over fifty years growth.

“Just be careful, Patsy. There's a lot of loose skin around there.” Actually more loose skin than normal as his cock had suddenly shrunk dramatically. The fear of a girl in charge of a razor had more effect on him than the coldest of winters.

It did not take Patsy long to get her Granddad’s genitals totally hairless. The little girl didn't waste the opportunity of getting up close and personal with Willy and his two pals while she carefully stripped away her Granddad’s pubic beard.

“Well, don’t I look silly now,” Mike said after they had both climbed out of the bath. He towelled Patsy down and applied lots of Johnson’s talc to her fanny. He loved the smell of Johnson’s. It reminded him of rubbing it between her legs when she was a toddler, and of the feeling of two year old pussy on his fingers.

“You look just lovely,” she replied . “Can’t wait to see it get hard again.” Which it very soon did as her little fingers rubbed him dry.

“I fancy a swim,” Mike said, gently prising his penis from Patsy’s grip and slapping her playfully on her cute little bottom.

“Oh alright, spoilsport, but you're going to have to let me play with your bald old man later.”

“Goes without saying, no point having a thirteenth birthday if you don’t get all the perks of being a teenager as well.”

Patsy had always known her Granddad had very strange ideas about what was right or wrong.  Although he couldn't have known, if he had tried to fuck her years ago she would have let him. The fact that he had insisted on her being thirteen before he was going to slip his penis inside her had always been a disappointment to her. He had played with her since she was a toddler but she was well into Primary School before she got him to allow her to suck his cock and swallow his cum. But those days were in the past now and she was preparing herself to go all the way with him tonight.  She wondered whether it was this way with all men. She was sure there must be some who would fuck a preteen as soon as they were able to accommodate a thick cock. Unfortunately she didn’t know any and you could hardly go round the village asking random men to slip you six inches no matter how horny you felt. On occasion she had tried to cajole Mike into doing it to her but he would not be moved from his Puritan position.  Once she had tasted Mike’s cum when she was eight she had been even more desperate to sample the joys of fucking to the point where she even started walking around at home dressed inappropriately wishing her Dad would take pity on her. After all, as long as sex was kept in the family what could be the harm? What Patsy did not know was that recently her Dad seemed to enjoy seeing her naked much more than was appropriate but so far had managed to keep his desires to himself. Her body had held no real attraction for him until she reached puberty but now he was increasingly discovering unexplained erections plaguing his days. It was possible that Mike would be competing for Patsy’s affections before long.

Anyway that is a tale yet to be told, for now we return to the garden where Mike is already in the pool. Patsy has gone into the bedroom to put her bikini on. When she returned to the garden Mike was in the water leaning against the side facing the cottage.

“That is lovely,” he said as Patsy appeared in the skimpiest blue and white two piece. The bra top would have hardly covered her breasts if they were any bigger and the bottoms revealed the sweetest camel toe imaginable.

“Thank you, Granddad,” she said as she slipped into the pool beside him. “Oh, you’ve got nothing on.”

“Just makes things easier for you.” Mike winked at her and very soon she had stroked him to a firm erection. Mike just lay back against the side of the pool and let her do whatever she wished. She carried on wanking him until he ejaculated scattering his seed in the water.

“Ooo look it floats,” Patsy commented as she tried unsuccessfully to catch the stringy semen as it evaded her skinny fingers.

By late afternoon the sun had cooled somewhat and so Patsy and her Granddad went indoors and he prepared afternoon tea. She would have preferred something else but Granddad loved to prepare sandwiches and followed these with little cakes, apparently called fondant fancies. They were really nice little squares of sponge with sweet sticky icing all over the outside. Patsy got it all over her fingers and it reminded her of something else sticky. When they finished eating she helped with washing the dishes and putting them away and then they settled down to watch some television.

 Over the next hour or so Mike poured himself a few glasses of wine and Patsy asked if she could try some.  Mike did not want her getting drunk but agreed she could have one glass of Liebfraumilch. At first she grimaced but soon began to appreciate the taste and cuddled up against her Granddad while he got a hairbrush and brushed her hair for her. It relaxed him and she loved the feeling of somebody playing with her.

“I think it might be time now, Patsy,” Mike said later.

“Time?” she queried.

“For our wedding. Not a real one unfortunately but a pretend wedding so you can be my bride and then we can do what all married couples do.”

“That’s silly, Granddad.”

“You know your grandfather. He's always been silly but will you humour me, please?”

“You know I will,” she simpered, leaning her head against his chest and looking up into his face while she fluttered her eyelashes. Perhaps one glass of wine was a little too much for her.

“OK then, can you go and put your Communion clothes on for me? I'll get dressed up as well so we can do this whole thing properly.”

“What about the priest?” she asked, looking puzzled.

“Well, I don’t think a real priest would be happy about this so I'm going to be the groom and the priest today. You're going to be my beautiful little child bride and you are going to look absolutely beautiful.”

“All right then, but it sounds really complicated to me,” Patsy said, and stood up and started to leave the room.

“Oh, and none of those pigtails, leave your hair down for me?”

“OK.” She had gone and Mike after taking another sip of his wine followed her upstairs to get his suit out of the wardrobe in the spare bedroom.

He quickly stripped off the chinos and polo shirt before dressing himself in white shirt and tie and his best lounge suit. The look was finished off with a pair of shiny black shoes. Once fully kitted out he went downstairs pausing briefly on the landing listening for sounds of preparation from the master bedroom. All was quiet so he headed for the utility room where he had secreted a white carnation buttonhole and a small posy of small white rose buds surrounded by a fragrant ring of lily of the valley. Mike crept quietly back upstairs and placed the posy on a little table on the landing where Patsy would find it when she was ready. This time he listened at the bedroom door and could hear the rustling of lace and taffeta as the little girl turned from bikini clad nymphet into a virginal bride child.

Back downstairs and Mike waited patiently in the lounge watching through the arched doorway to the stairs as the sun could be seen setting through the window beyond. He waited and waited, no sign of his little angel. Mike poured himself another glass of wine and put some romantic music on to set the tone for what was about to happen. A faint sound from the hallway alerted him and he turned to see a vision of innocence and childlike beauty. Patsy had arrived downstairs and was standing demurely in the arch. Mike caught his breath at her loveliness.

Patsy stood, feet together in tiny white satin pumps in the doorway. Mike’s eyes cruised slowly up her legs to the beautiful white dress which concealed her slender frame but showed her budding breasts pushing against the  satin bodice. The posy was clasped in her gloved fingers and she held it in front of her tummy with her hands obscuring the part of her he loved the most. The young girl’s face was hidden by a small white veil but not for long.

Mike advanced across the room as the music player softly accompanied him with the sound of Etta James singing ‘At Last’. He thought how appropriate that song was for this moment for which he had waited so long.

“Oh God, you're so beautiful!” he said as he gently lifted her veil and the rays of the setting sun haloed her auburn hair. His little bridelet tipped her head back and gazed lovingly up into his face as he took her hand and guided her into the middle of the room.

“Are you ready to be my child bride?” he asked, and Patsy nodded  in assent.

“I'm so glad you came into your Granddad’s life. Your mother was a pretty little girl but you look even more wonderful. You're sure you want this?”

Patsy was still not sure what ‘this’ would entail but she knew where the masquerade would lead and for that she was a more than willing participant.

Mike began to recite a special version of the wedding ceremony he had prepared earlier.

“Here beginneth the marriage of Michael to Patsy which shall be consummated immediately after the ceremony. ... I, Michael Lewis take you, Primula Ann Tamara Curtis to be my special wife. I promise to be true to you always. To fuck you as often as possible and let you suck my cock at least once a week.”

He smiled down on his pretty little bride. Dressed all in white she looked up at him as he recited his promise.

“Now your promise to me. I'll say it and you repeat. It isn’t difficult if we do it bit by bit.” He coughed to give the occasion more gravity and then began. He quoted part and Patsy echoed his words back to him

 “I, Primula Ann Tamara Curtis” ... “take you, Michael Lewis to be my special husband.“ ...  “I promise to let you lick my pussy”  ... “and suck my little titties whenever you want to.”  ... “I promise you can put your big cock inside me” ... “and shoot your spunk up me every day if it makes you happy.”

Patsy held his hand all the while as if she really believed in the validity of the occasion. Mike continued.

 “By the power vested in me as your grandfather I declare us to be man and wifelet. You may kiss your husband and then we will go to bed and I will fuck your little pussy all night.”

Mike took Patsy’s face in his hands and tenderly kissed her on the lips before carefully taking the tiara and veil from the top of her head so her beautiful hair cascaded down in all its glory.

“Now you're mine forever,” he said, stroking her hair, "and now we can make love properly."

So saying he swept the little virgin up in his arms and carried her out of the room and upstairs where he laid her gently on the king sized bed, her rose gold hair spreading out across the pillow. In the white ‘wedding’ dress she looked the innocent vulnerable child she still was. Mike could hardly believe that she was finally going to be his, all of her. His self-imposed patience was now going to reach the ultimate moment of bliss.

Mike unbuttoned his jacket and slipping it off placed it on the back of a chair before removing his tie and unfastening his shirt. Patsy lay watching him as he gradually took his arms out and discarded it on top of his jacket.

“Can I help, please?” she begged as he started to unbuckle his belt.

“Yes please,” he replied

Patsy jumped off the bed and knelt down on the floor in front of Mike, reaching out  and taking over disrobing her grandfather. She struggled with the clasp of his belt but soon had it undone and proceeded to unzip his fly before taking hold of his trousers and shucking them down his legs. Mike stepped out of them and Patsy tossed them onto the chair. Granddad was now stood in front of the little girl in his underpants while she grasped the waistband and firmly drew the garment down his thighs freeing his flaccid penis from its constraints. In no time at all his underwear had joined the rest of his clothing. Mike sat down on the bed to remove his socks while Patsy reached out for his limp member.

“It does look funny now you don’t have any hair there, Granddad. Funny but sort of pretty too.” Mike fell back onto the bed while she laughed and wrapped her fingers around the still shrunken shaft of his cock. In that state it was just the right size for her fingers to wrap around with just the end of his foreskin poking out of her clasped hand. It didn't stay that size for long, however, as the warmth of her hand and the excitement of knowing it was his granddaughter holding him did what it always had. His penis expanded as blood flowed from other less important parts of his body. Very soon her fingertips didn't meet around the thickness and she had something worth stroking in her little fist. Patsy leaned forward and planted a kiss on him just above where his willy met his crotch.

“Mmmmm that is smooth now. I like it,” she said as she let her mouth roam around the root of his cock before licking the smooth wrinkled skin of his ball sack.

“Guess I'm going to have to keep on doing it now then if you like it,” Mike said, thinking it would be very pleasurable if Patsy got her mouth around him down there more often. She continued moving her hand up and down his prick while with her other fingers she rolled his balls in her palm gently taking care not to squeeze. As his penis swelled he felt  the familiar sensation of precum oozing out of the tip. Patsy moved her tongue to lap the pearls of liquid from the purple bulb on the end of his thickly veined shaft. As much as he was enjoying what she was doing Mike needed to unwrap his little white wedding present.

“Your turn to undress now Patsy.” He told her as he sat up with his cock standing proud above his thighs. A small frown crept silently over her face as he took her hand away from his penis before putting his hands under her armpits and lifting her up off her knees.

Mike turned her round so that he could get to the row of little satin covered buttons which ran down the length of her back. One by one he eased them back through the buttonholes. Five... six... seven. Patsy’s smooth pale skin started to be revealed. Eleven... Twelve... Her thin bra clasp appeared and as he folded back the edges of her dress the tiny silky shoulder straps. Eighteen... Nineteen... Twenty.

All done and Mike could see the waistband of her white knickers revealed.

Patsy lifted her arms and her Granddad eased the shiny material down her arms and off over her little hands. The tiny girl lifted one knee after the other and stepped out of the circle of the wedding gown.

Mike, fastidious as always, got a hanger from the wardrobe and carefully hung the dress to stop it creasing.

He rested his hands on her shoulders and guided her to the edge of the bed where he again took her under the armpits and lifted her onto the mattress. Reaching around behind her he took hold of the two ends of her bra fastener and slowly, deliberately, unclipped the garment. Bringing the ends forward the thin lacy straps slipped off her shoulders and he removed the two small cups from her pert teen breasts. Mike folded the brassiere carefully taking a quick look at the size label near the fastener. It was as he had guessed 30A. Mike was not a breast lover and the smallness of her cups was part of her charm. He had dreaded the day when her breasts would grow but his daughter Sarah never grew larger than a 34 even when pregnant with Patsy so he hoped the girl would keep these pretty little titties for many years to come. Right now, though, he was too distracted by the sweet little pink mounds in front of him topped by a pale areola with the tiny bud of her nipples hardening now they were out in the cool air. Mike placed one hand over each breast and circling his palms massaged the girls little nipples until he could feel them getting harder and harder. He took his left hand away and replaced it with his tongue drawing ever decreasing circles with the tip and moistening the teenager’s teats.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” she moaned deep in her throat as his palms sent shivers through her body. Patsy had always loved when Granddad stroked her little titties even when that was all they were. Small bumps on a preteen chest. Now though, they were becoming even more sensitive and even in her bed alone she would stroke and knead them enjoying the feelings she got from them.

Mike sucked her small breast and allowed her nipple to rub across his tongue as he tasted her salty skin and the slightly rough texture of her nipple compared to the smooth silkiness of her breast. Patsy wrapped her arms around the back of her grandfather’s head and squeezing  her upper arms closer  she enclosed  his head between them and felt his face as she squeezed him between her little tits. It was hard to imagine such small bosoms being able to trap his head but he felt smothered none the less and it was wonderful.

Much as he was enjoying himself this was their wedding night and there were plenty more delights still to be explored.

Mike took hold of her slender waist with both hands, and even at thirteen he could still encircle it and touch fingertips above her pert bottom. He edged his forefingers inside the elastic waist of her virginal white knickers and moving his hands round to the sides he pulled and eased the soft cotton material down over her buttocks.  First at the back and then slowly, so slowly, down at the front. He watched spellbound as her lower belly gave way to the rise of her pubis and then the soft valley of her cunt. He idolised the puffy ridges of her outer lips and could hardly contain himself at the thought that they would soon consummate their union. But no rush, they had all night.

Patsy’s knickers were almost at the top of her thighs and her slit tantalised him only inches away from his face. One last lingering pull and the gusset freed itself from the lowest point of her pussy lips where it had managed to wedge itself since she had pulled them up before the ceremony. Mike lowered them all the way to the floor and once Patsy had stepped free he raised them to his nose and inhaled the heady aroma of her cunt from the light staining where the knickers had cradled her sweet little pussy. Fastidious he might be in most things but when it came to little girl knickers Mike loved nothing better than to bury his face in them. After all he mused, if there's no little pussy available to play with, finger and lick what is the next best thing!  In front of him the almost naked thirteen year old laughed as her Granddad’s face was hidden in her pants.

“Good job they’re clean,” she said.

“Clean and sweet but they still have your lovely scent lingering in the crotch.”

“But you don’t need them now, Granddad. The real thing's waiting.”

That was so true, he thought. Patsy bounced back up on to the bed, and bending her knees in turn she peeled her frilly white ankle socks off her feet before grabbing her knickers and pulling them away from her Grandfather.

“Mine, Granddad. You can have them back later but your little wife needs you more than they do.”

Mike was still kneeling on the bedroom carpet looking up at the cute little teen on his bed. This, surprisingly perhaps, was the first time he had ever allowed her to join him in the master bedroom. All their earlier fumblings and play over the years of her childhood had been elsewhere in the cottage. Mike was an old-fashioned man in some ways although many might suggest that his attitude to little girls was too advanced to be normal. He stood up revealing his now semi-erect penis to the pretty girl lying with her hair spread out across his pillow and her legs spread before his admiring gaze. Mike advanced over the end of the mattress like a tiger stalking a tasty morsel. He had his eyes on the tastiest morsel ever as he crawled towards the honey pot between her thighs. As his head passed between her knees Patsy closed them together boxing his ears, but he took hold of her skinny shins and eased her legs apart again pinning her ankles and feet to the bed. He gently pushed upwards so that her knees bent and her pussy gaped slightly as her puffy outer lips separated and he could see the sweet rose of her vulva between the two petals of her inner lips. Many times Mike had seen this lovely sight since Patsy had been left in his tender care over the years. Many times more recently he had stroked and kissed the soft wet slit that awaited him. Today, though, was to be the first and unrepeatable time when he would broach her feminine defences. The thought was rapidly making his cock hard. As he moved his head up her inner thighs he finally approached close enough to smell the intoxicating scent of her pussy juices which had only just started to moisten her sex.

“Isn’t that nicer than knickers?” Patsy queried as her Granddad’s tongue reached her smooth labia and licked her slit from bottom to top where her clitoris was waiting patiently for attention. “Mmmmm, that’s nice.” she cooed as the tip of Mike’s tongue parted her lips and rolled back her clitoral hood before he tenderly sucked on the hardening bud of her love button.

Mike gently stroked the smooth outer lips, and with his thumbs separated them revealing the glistening inner lining of her lady garden. Holding them apart with the thumb and forefinger of his left hand he slid his other forefinger between her inner lips seeking the hot wet interior of her young cunt. Patsy’s inner labia were still small, puberty had not so far enlarged them significantly and as Mike’s finger teased them apart their inherent softness and the way they moved enthralled him. Twisting and turning his finger tip he pushed forward passing into her vagina. The young girl’s muscles tensed as the intruder pressed forward but then in rippling waves allowed it to pass into her inner sanctum. All the while his tongue kept up the massaging of her clit as he flicked the tip back and forth.

Patsy alternately opened and closed her thighs as feelings of pleasure moved through her. She put her hands on the back of her Granddad’s head and twined her fingers in his hair. After several minutes she felt the start of an orgasm which grew and grew as Mike’s thrusting finger stimulated the nerve endings lining her vaginal walls. Her climax exploded as he sucked on her clitoris and his fingertip, now dripping with her juices, reached and rolled around the opening to her teenage uterus. Her young body spasmed and then slowly relaxed while Mike gently stroked the inner walls of her precious opening.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh” Patsy exhaled and stroked her grandfather’s cheek. “That was soooo good. Can I do it now?”

“As long as you're careful, I don’t want to cum yet. I want to save that until I'm up inside you.”

“OK, Granddad,” she replied, and as Mike rolled onto  his back Patsy sat up and took hold of his erect member which was standing like a pylon from his smooth recently shaved pubes.

Wrapping the fingers of both hands around his shaft, she moved her hands down towards his belly and the head of his penis popped out from behind the long flap of his foreskin.

“Hee Hee, there it is again...” she chuckled before moving her fingers in the other direction and concealing the purple headed monster.

Patsy repeated this several times before leaning over and placing her mouth over his cock head and tickling the tip with her tongue. In spite of the fact that Mike had cum in the pool a few hours before the feel of her wet mouth and soft lips around the head made him twitch in anticipation of good things still to come. Mike moved his  hips slowly so his penis rolled over her tongue and nudged the back of her throat. After several minutes of oral stimulation Mike began to fear for his self control and regretfully he lifted her head and eased himself out of her mouth.

“Right then, little wifelet, time for big girl’s games now.”

Patsy shuffled across the bed. She knew what was about to happen. Standing, Patsy was not tall but lying down she appeared even tinier. Her body was slender, she was small for her age weighing just over six stone and still under four foot ten tall. On Mike’s bed she appeared really little. Her small torso with its cute little breasts would have been too much temptation for any man who loved little girls.  Her waist was narrow and her hips had not developed the width that they probably would one day. Her hip bones stuck out either side of her lovely flat stomach making the rise of her pubis seem even more prominent, casting the smooth slit between her thighs into shadow.

Mike stood and crossed the room to the dressing table.

“Has your Mum mentioned contraception yet, Patsy?” Mike would have been surprised if she had. He knew his daughter’s conservative views on sex. Perhaps if he had been closer to her in childhood as he was with Patsy then she wouldn't have lived her life with such strong views against anything remotely pleasurable. Too late now, though. In a way he blamed himself for her uptight attitude and regretted the missed opportunities.

“Mum? No way.” Patsy turned on her side with her hand between her legs while she watched her grandfather take what looked like a sweet wrapper from the top drawer.

“Is that what I think it is?” she asked.

“A condom, yes. You've seen one before haven’t you?”

“Why would I? You're my only lover, Granddad.” That made Mike feel good. He liked being the only one she shared her young body with.

He leaned over her and kissed her sweet mouth tenderly while his fingers tore the purple wrapping off the Durex super sensitive condom, revealing the transparent latex ring within.

Patsy moved quickly to the edge of the bed to better watch Mike as he placed the condom on the head of his penis pinching the little bulb in the middle.

“Can I do it Granddad? Please.”

How could he refuse? Mike rolled it down a little before taking hold of Patsy’s hand and wrapping her fingers around his shaft.

“Just roll it down all the way” he said.

Patsy did as she was told, but then she always did as she was told, which made her the perfect partner in everything. Her fingers gripped his shaft and a few seconds later Mike’s penis was encased in rubber.

“That does look stupid, Granddad,” she said.

“Better stupid than pregnant,” he replied, gently laying her back down on the bed and opening her legs.

“Maybe Mum should think like you then.”

Mike was so engrossed in getting Patsy into a comfortable position he didn't take in what she'd said.

He moved her left knee another inch before climbing up on the bed and positioning himself between her thighs. His penis was rock hard in anticipation of where it was about to go. Mike’s heart was beating faster as he moved his cock head up against Patsy’s outer lips. He felt her puffy young cunt as the condom touched her and his cock pulsed before he pushed his hips forward and let it rest there. Her thighs were being held apart now by him as he pushed forward a little more until he felt his foreskin in its latex sheath brush over her clitoris. Patsy could hardly move because of his weight bearing down on her. Mike leaned forward over her and kissed her sweet little nipple. He then moved his hand under the small of her back before pulling her towards him so he could kiss her breast, sucking the nipple gently. He felt her stiffen under him as a wave of arousal washed over her, racing from her breast to her pussy. Mike kissed her other breast and sucked harder. He eased his cock between her outer lips and his cockhead slipped through her slit, brushing across her clit again. The child beneath him shook slightly as he rested against her inner lips, the entrance to her young moist vagina.

Neither of them spoke now, but silent messages passed between them. Mike was just about to enter his granddaughter for the first time and she was about to become almost a woman, her Granddad’s child bride, and she wanted nothing more. His heart was beating out of his chest. He began to worry what would happen if he had a heart attack with his penis buried in this little teenager. Sarah would never forgive him.

Mike’s erection felt bigger than he ever remembered it. This was going to be a tight fit. He didn't want to hurt her but couldn't stop. He knew Patsy was aroused, her areola felt puffy, and her tiny nipple had stiffened on his tongue.

Mike drove his cock into his granddaughter’s wet virgin slit. He felt her muscles relax a little as the head drove into her vagina. In his time he had fucked a variety of women but being inside Patsy was like nothing he had ever felt or imagined. Her muscles gripped his penis as he rubbed up and down her vaginal walls He could not know how she felt but as he edged forward slowly he felt certain the feeling of fullness would be something she would always remember. He pressed on and then paused before backing a little way out and then forward again, over and over.

Eventually he felt her cervix touching the tip of his cockhead.

Patsy had lain almost motionless beneath him but now she moved her hand between them and with her palm on her stomach pressed down until she could feel him inside her through her tummy.

Mike speeded up his thrusts as he felt his orgasm mounting. Would she cum with him? He made sure the upper surface of his penis kept contact with her clitoris to help her.

"Patsy," he whispered, one hand beneath her back and the other stroking her beautiful hair as his penis throbbed deep in her belly. Mike pulled half way out, feeling the suction of her cunt begging him to return. It was almost as though her pussy was caressing him, loving him, loving what her grandfather was doing to her.

"Granddad," she whispered, her eyes closed as waves of pleasure washed through her body, her nipples stiff, her tiny breasts aching. He kissed her breast and applied his lips to her nipple again. He could smell the scent of sex as her young body writhed beneath his larger, older one.

He no longer kept his movements slow as his climax neared. He began to thrust up into her harder, stronger, deeper. Mike lost all sense of time and place as he fucked this tiny little girl. He felt the surge inside his balls as his climax started. His semen was erupting now up his shaft and as it disgorged itself into the tip of the condom Mike cried out her name. His erection swelled impossibly thick and with a short thrust, wetness filled the latex bulb while he pressed as deep as he could inside his teenage child bride. Mike came violently and ecstatically. As he did and as the waves of desire started to subside he felt tremors building inside Patsy’s womb and spreading throughout her body. He couldn't leave her to climax alone, so although he had cum already he restarted his thrusts to ensure she gained the most pleasure possible. He just hoped the rubber would survive.

He felt her vagina contracting, her stomach tightening below him.

Patsy gasped, wave after wave of ecstasy washing through her body. Granddad had finally done it. He had fucked her at last and with her eyes still tightly closed she luxuriated in the feelings as his engorged penis filled her belly.

The child shuddered once more and then lay under him, limp and satiated.

Patsy smiled. Although she would never admit it she had been worried about what it would be like but in the event she knew she would never know anything so mind-blowingly thrilling as her first fuck.

She wrapped her arms around him and held her Granddad tight to her bosom while his cock filled her tight little cunt with warmth and fulfilment.

“Thank you, Granddad,” she whispered in his ear as he moved slowly above her allowing his penis to luxuriate in the warmth of her sweet little cunt. “That was wonderful. Can we do it again?”

Mike knew he could make her first time good for her but he was not quite ready to repeat the experience.

“Soon baby. Sorry we had to wear protection but one day we will do it without and then you will feel what it is like to have Granddad’s sperm flooding through your pretty pussy. If only your mother had the sense to put you on  the pill but I guess I can sort that out for you. Until then it’s rubber time.”

“When's the next rubber time then, Granddad?”

“Let me get a drink and we'll see what we can do.”

“No I don’t want you to pull out. I love the way you fill me up.” Patsy tried to clench her muscles to stop him withdrawing but time and nature conspired against her as his penis had already started to shrink and before long was heading for the exit. Mike put his hand between them grazing over her labia to take hold of the base of his shaft and prevent the condom coming off until he had removed himself from her cunt.

“Oh, cock!” Patsy shrieked as his shrivelled penis slipped through her outer lips and left her empty.

Mike got off the bed and slipped the semen filled condom off his penis before wrapping it in a tissue. The condom not the penis.

“There was a lot in there Granddad,” Patsy commented.

“Right, I'm going to go and get us both a drink, what would you like, Patsy?”

“Can I have one of those wines again please, Granddad?”

“I guess it'd be silly of me to stop you drinking wine now you've had your first fuck. After all you're hardly a child any more, are you?”

“Guess not, but does this body look like a woman to you?” she asked,, running her hands up her stomach before rubbing her small breasts.

“Not exactly in fact I'm glad to say not at all. You may have had a cock inside you but you're still a beautiful little child. My sweet little teenie.” Mike watched as she teased her small nipples with her fingers before letting one hand move back down her slender body until it came to rest at the top of her legs. She idly stroked her mound and her fingers slid down between her thighs and sought out the hard little bud of her clit which she proceeded to rub up and down until she felt a warm glow start to build in her groin.

Mike had left her as soon as she started playing with herself safe in the knowledge that she was happy amusing herself for a while. He went down to the kitchen, and opening the fridge took out a bottle of Bollinger which he had put there earlier in the day ready to celebrate the union with his child bride. He removed the foil and cage from the cork before opening the bottle with a towel, producing  a muffled pop. Mike took down two large champagne flutes from the kitchen shelf and poured two generous glasses of Fizz. Taking them carefully upstairs, still naked, his family jewels swinging freely, he sat back on the bed and handed a flute to Patsy.

“Here’s to us. I know it  has to happen but I never want you to grow up. So from now on we must enjoy every moment together and as you long as you want me to fuck you then I will. That promise I made you downstairs was real.” Mike clinked his glass against Patsy’s and they both drank to the future.

“Oh, that tickles!” Patsy giggled as the bubbles went up her nose. She took a big sip and then turning over revealing her pert little bottom to her Granddad she set the flute down on the bedside table.

“Oh, that’s a lovely sight,” Mike said, and running his hand over her buttocks he sought out the gap between her cheeks where her pussy slit was just visible. He hastily took a drink and then putting his glass down took hold of her bottom easing the cheeks apart revealing the tight little rosebud between them. Patsy looked back over her shoulder to see his penis rising in front of him and quickly stiffening again.

“Time to get to work again then.” Patsy begged him to take her and judging by the length of his member he was ready. “Where are those condoms?”

“Top  drawer, but be quick I need to put this somewhere warm and wet.”

Patsy leapt off the bed and skipped over to get another rubber. She brought it back to the bed and without waiting Mike took it from her, tore the pack open and rolled it onto his cock.

“I’m going to have to get you on the pill soon, Patsy; I never really liked rubbers.” So saying he gently bent her over the end of the bed and standing behind her parted her cheeks before slipping his penis between them. He slid down past her bottom heading for the place he wanted to be. The head of his penis parted her outer lips and he was pleased that she was already quite damp as he moved on towards the welcoming entrance to her pussy. His cock slipped unobstructed between her inner lips nudging her clit on the way past. In a moment he had buried himself deep inside her welcoming vagina and moving his hips back and forth he commenced stroking in and out. Taking his little lover doggy style meant his weight was not pressing her into the bed like it had earlier and she was able to move her hips slightly as his thrusts stretched her tight snatch and her vagina squeezed his long hard member. Mike had cum twice already today but for an older guy his stamina was not in question and with his penis buried balls deep inside his young lover it was not long before the familiar stirrings started again. Considerate but lustful he pummelled her cunt revelling in the sensation of her wet tunnel gripping his prick like a hot wet vice. Mike reached around her hip and cupping her mound with his hand he started fingering her clit while he thrust in and out of her sweet valley. He was excited and in spite of his best efforts the new position brought him off sooner than he would have liked and he was soon ejaculating deep inside his little angel. He failed to bring Patsy to orgasm in his urgency to cum, so as he withdrew he turned her onto her back and lowering himself to the floor buried his face between her legs and commenced the delightful task of licking her pretty little slit until she too felt the beginnings of her climax. Continuing to lick and flick her clit with his tongue he slipped two fingers into her pussy and pressing against the front wall of her vagina he sought out her G spot. Never easy to find but when his fingertips grazed over the bundle of nerve endings the little girl’s back arched and she pushed her hips towards his fist forcing his fingers deeper into her belly. A minute or two of her Granddad frigging her slit and Patsy felt a wave of excitement building and building until every fibre of her being exploded and she shook as her orgasm took hold. Wave after wave flooded through her body then gradually ebbed away leaving her happy and exhausted.

Patsy and her Granddad lay satiated and in love wrapped in each other’s arms throughout the night their naked bodies  entwined. Several times one or other would stir and smile at the thought of how much pleasure they could share. Once or twice Mike slipped himself inside her delicious pussy. He didn’t cum again but just luxuriated in being able to hold his cock wrapped in the warmth and wetness of her young cunt.

Seven o’clock in the morning and once more Mike is fucking his little amorata. One last time before she had to return home. One last sweet fuck as her pussy squeezed his penis and another condom joined the collection on the bedside table.

Later as Mike helped Patsy pack her case and the sweet little white dress  took its place on top of her things Mike remembered something from the night before.

“Patsy?” he asked looking into her lovely green eyes while she put her hair into those flipping pigtails again and finished them with pink hair bands. “What did you mean when you said ‘Maybe Mum should think like you then.’ last night? You know when you were putting my willy in the condom and you said it looked stupid.”

“Oh, nothing really, hasn’t Mummy told you?”

“Told me what, darling.”

“She’s going to have another baby.”

“A what? When? She never said anything.”

“In February, I think. She went for another test last week and they said I'm  going to have a baby sister.”

Mike was shocked. He had not expected another grandchild. But maybe it would be nice for Patsy to have a sister to share things with. Perhaps in a year or two he mused as the idea gradually  sank in, all three of them could share things.

The sun was streaming through the window as Patsy headed home turning to wave to her Grandad as she reached the gate at the  end of the long garden path. Mike waved back and blew the little girl a kiss.

Mike was happy.

He could hardly remember when he had felt happier.

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