Katie Chiltern grinned laughingly at her granddad as he dove into

the swimming pool in a vain attempt to snatch the rubber floating toy from her

grip. He rose from the water and splashed his teenage granddaughter with a flick

of his right arm, before lunging forward and grabbing her wrists and pulling her

tightly to him, invoking a high-pitched squeal of surprise from the 14-year-old.

Despite the tight lock of his arms around her torso she managed to spin around

in his grip so that her back was to him, and in doing so her lycra-clad ass

brushed the older man's groin and upper thighs, stirring the cock beneath for

the first time in many weeks.

Barry Morris again scolded himself for the blatantly sexual thought which spun

into his mind at the touch of her tight little rear against his dick, for it was

not the first of the day. No, the first had come when Katie had emerged from the

house and dropped her robe to reveal a blossoming young female form, concealed

only by a highly-cut white one piece swimsuit. The small but immediately

noticeable swelling of her young hips, the tapering waist and rising young

breasts all made Barry forget that he was looking at his daughter's daughter and

not some common street girl, or Sarah Bright, the 16-year-old who lived next

door upon whose form he had gazed many times.

The second obscene thought came after Katie had risen from the

cool water and stood atop the diving board, the hot sun blazing behind her.

Barry couldnt believe his eyes. The water had made the white swimsuit

translucent, and with his eyes squinting, he could clearly make out the small

globes of her breasts and, more excitingly, the small pink pricks of her nipples

sitting centrally on them. They were still developing, and had taken on the

swelling cone-shape of pubescent girls, with large pale pink areolae overly

sensitive to touch and to cold. His gaze dropped downward to her pussy, and he

could barely make it out - a thinly covered patch of down, light brown like her

long hair, nestled between her upper thighs and with the slight protrusion which

comes with adolescence. Unlike the first

thought, this one had caused his cock to fill and become semi-hard.

All this re-entered his mind as his teenaged granddaughter fought

to abscond from his grip, her long hair brushing his face and her squeals of

laughter and mock distress filling the air. More importantly, her frantic

thrashing and wriggling only served to move her firm buttocks back and forth

against his bursting cock, and before long, his organ was engorged with blood

and filling the front of his blue cotton swimmers. Afraid of being discovered

and fearful of the consequences, Barry drew his hips back slightly to avoid

contact between his erect penis and his granddaughter's ass, but it was no good

- her movements persisted and, in a matter of seconds, the long hardness of his

rod had, in one movement, pressed itself firmly against Katie's young ass-crack.

All at once her writhing ceased and, with dreadful awareness, he

realised that she knew. She knew he was hard. And, despite her tender

age and inexperienced, she would know what had caused it. Barry felt

sick in the pit of his stomach, knowing that his relationship with his young

granddaughter would never be the same again. Yet he didnt say anything, and he

didnt release his grip on her.

"Grandpa," Katie's voice broke the air. "Why is your thing hard?"

Barry's mind raced for the correct words to use, for the appropriate excuse

which would prevent embarrasment, both to him and to her. But it took him too

long, and she sensed it, shifting uncomfortably in his grasp. However just when

he thought she might break free, or speak again, Katie's right arm dropped down

between them, and her small hand plunged down his bathers and gripped the length

of his aching shaft.

He was lost for words, and the heat of her hand in the coolness of

the water provided an incredible stimulus to his genitals. His testicles drew up

quickly and whatever blood remained in his groin quickly raced to his penis and

it became fully erect and primed, perhaps for the first time in two years, the

last being a visit to the town whore some three years after his wife passed

away. Despite a lack of experience, her hand knew its own instincts and started

to stroke, slowly at first, back and forth along his tactile organ, raising

nerves in his rectum and upper thigh and forcing a muffled breath from his

pursed lips.

Her hand rubbing his prick and his confidence increasing,

Barry abandoned his doubts and decided to take action. His own right

hand, previously frozen, rose over her waist, upwards, and clamped onto

his 14-year-old granddaughter's right tit. He squeezed firmly, but there

was little response in the taut young breast, just an ungiving firmness

and an out-of-place point in his palm which was her nipple. He groped

her tits as his breath increased and his orgasm neared, then his hand

travelled down the lycra, over her flat stomach and protruding hips, up

the smoothness of her thigh, stopping at the elastic in the gusset of

her swimsuit.

His long middle finger extended and found its way under the

the elastic, and was soon joined by another, and then another as his

hand crept towards its goal. His fingers made up the soft, scant patch

of pubic hair, then moved down to stroke the small but defined cleft

of her pubescent teenage genitals. Like his own, Katie's breath became

erratic and laboured as he stroked her vaginal lips vertically but gently,

her ass pressing back and sandwiching her stroking hand and his cock

against his groin. Soon he would come, and it was his ambition to

reward his granddaughter with a similar delight.

With this in mind Barry, with his middle finger again, spread

her labia and moved towards the top to search out her clitoris. It was not

a difficult task, for it was already extended from its hood and standing

proudly, waiting for his assault. With his index and ring fingers holding

the lips apart, he began to gently massage it, paying special attention to

the tip and varying the pressure in a time-old rhythm. Soon his touching

was matched by a slow grinding movement in her lower body, as she

lay her head back on his left shoulder and emitted a low, guttural groan.

The game went on for three minutes, no more, until his balls

began to rumble and his orgasm became imminent. Aware of this, he

increased both the speed and the pressure of his finger upon her young

clitoris, which caused Katie to tremble so violently that her granddaddy

was forced to physically hold her up with his free left arm around her

slim waist. Yet her hand never ceased its ministering, and its motions

became faster and faster, until, until ... it reached a crescendo, and his

seed spilled out into the water and down her small, tightly gripped fist.

His orgasm stung at first, but the aftermath shook his lower

body in a wave of physical pleasure which caused his eyes to roll back

and his skin to erupt in goosebumps. However his own task was not

complete - his finger diddled her clit faster and faster still, her mouth

open and giving out grunts of approval, until she stiffened and jerked,

and then all at one became limp in his arms. They stood there, waist

deep in the water for a full minute before Katie spoke. "Ooh Granddad"

she cooed on his shoulder, before turning her head and burying it in

the grey hair on his chest. He held her tight, then broke free and rose

from the pool. "Cmon on sweetie," he said with a wink. "Lets go up to

your room"Barry slowly followed his granddaughter up the long stairway to her

room, watching as her small firm ass contained only by the tight lycra

of her swimsuit sashayed from side to side as she climbed. He didnt

know why he was doing this, nor what he would do when they were

finally in her room, but the temptation inside his groin was too much to

quell, despite the release of his orgasm only minutes before. He was

taking his 14 year old granddaughter to her room...but for what purpose?

Surely he wasnt seriously thinking of fucking her? It was all happening

too fast for him to reason, and before he knew it they were at the door to

her room, then stepping inside.

Her room was painted pink, decorated with the posters of TV stars and

rock singers, and also the little-girl decorations left over from her pre-teen

years. He had been in her room many times before of course, but this time

a pregnant sexual heat made the experience seem taboo, almost deadly.

Katie laid her towel down on the bed before turning and looking her

beloved granddad in the eye for the first time since their encounter in the

pool. She wore a strange smirk, one composed of both expectation and a

sense of power, yet also of fear and uncertainty. Words failed Barry, but it

was Katie who was first to speak.

"Thanks for before granddad..you made me feel...nice," she said, smiling

even wider. "Now I know why my friends let their guys touch them there."

For a second Barry's guilt overwhelmed him, as he managed: "OK Katie,

what we did was fun but it must never happen again...and you had better

not..." His words trailed off as Katie, seemingly ignoring him, turned towards

the bed and slipped the shoulder bands of her swimsuit down her arms and

slipped the upper part of the still-wet lycra over her torso. Her bare back

came into his view, and then she spun around, giving him an unobstructed

view of her breasts.

All Barry could do was gape. They were not big by any standards, but she

was only 14 after all, still developing from a young girl into a woman. They

had the firm conical shape of young tits, jutting directly out from her trim

chest as if pointing directly at him; the tops were sun-browned by exposure

above the swimsuit seam, but the surrounds were pale fish-white, soft and

creamy. Her nipples were a marked contrast, a dark pink-brown and, like

the rest of her blossoming mammaries, firm and pointed. Katie had her hands

in the seam of her swimsuit, at the level of her navel, seemingly trying to

push the costume down over her waist. "Darn thing always is hard to get off

when its still wet...could you help Gramps?" she asked.

Barry paused, then: "Err, sure baby." He stepped forward and moved his big

hands down to take over from hers, and found that the swimsuit was indeed

hard to remove, sticking to her young skin with its wetness. To aid its removal

he dropped to his knees and, reaching up, wreathed it down over her flaring

hips to that it was almost removed, covering only her pubic region. Being so

close to her again forced temptation to get the better of him, and he leaned

forward and kissed the smooth skin of her stomach, just above the navel, and

revelled in the smell and the feel of her. She did not retreat, and he knew then

that she was a willing partner in all of this evil he was committing - he peered

up to her beautiful elfin face, framed in her long brown tresses of hair, to see

her eyes squeezed closed as she concentrated on his lips as they traversed

her midriff.

Slowly he kissed his way up, over her diaphragm and towards the underside

of her teenage breasts, until his nose made contact with them. He tilted his

head upwards and, extending his tongue, ran it beneath each of her titties

then upwards over the nipple to the top, inducing a slight drawn breath from

the girl. He gently drew a large pink nipple, made erect by his minstrations,

into his mouth and traced the long shape with his tongue. She shook as his

tongue found the tip, and he repeated it again, then traded breasts as his

long arms wrapped around her chest as he suckled her 14 year old titties.

He worked her breasts for a full ten minutes, before becoming aware of his

burgeoning erection yet again - it was time for more.

He unclasped his mouth and, with a long, slow deliberate movement, moved

back slightly and pushed Katie back down so that she was sitting on the

edge of her bed. Her legs extended out towards him, and he lifted them by

the ankles, placing them on his thighs and whispering: "Let me get this

costume off for you." She half-sighed "OK" but his hands were already at

their work, slipping the lycra down over her hips, then her thighs, bringing

her pubescent vulva into his view for the first time. It was a gorgeous sight

for the old man, a light mat of brown fuzz, untrimmed but not yet fully

covering her mound. Her legs parted slightly, and he could see the opening

he had worked on in the pool, lips parted slightly in arousal and expectation

of what was to come.

He pressed outward on her knees, spreading her thighs and opening her

cunt like a flower to him, and he wasted no time on fastening his face to the

pink cleft before him. It brought a slight squeal from her, a half-muffled "No"

which went unheeded, but any resistance she had was soon dispersed as

her loving granddad started to eat her with gentle passion engaged by years

of experience. His long tongue traced the crack of her labia, rolling the length

of her lips before tracing around the small ring of her unspoiled vagina. With

some determination he moved the tip of his tongue firmly, feeling the tight

hole spread slightly to allow its entry and forcing Katie to grip the bedclothes

with unexpected shock. However he soon withdrew, leaving her cunt for

another more important part of her body.

Barry's tongue ceased its attention on his granddaughter's virgin hole,

moving instead upwards to the juncture of her pussy lips where, after

a few seconds searching, it found her clitoris and lured it from its

hiding place. He placed the flat of his tongue against the button, and

could feel it quivering slightly against the contact of his taste buds as

he ate her sweet young pussy. His mind raced back to the days of

his youth, when as a young man his tongue never failed to please the

women he picked up - he could make them scream with his mouth.

And now, some 40 years later, his own teenage granddaughter was

feeling the same sensations.

His tongue lay firmly against her vulva, extended almost from her

asshole in the south to her clitoris near the root of his tongue. He

began to move it slowly, but maintained pressure on her mound - his

favorite pussy-eating technique requiring a minimum of effort and

allowing him to watch his lover's face as she came. It was all too much

for Katie, whose experience of orgasms amounted to a few humping

sessions against her pillow in the deep of the night - that could not

compare with the warmth of her granddads mouth or the spark of heat

which was rising in her groin. His tongue increased its rubbing pace

over her young cunt, her wetness smearing his wrinkled cheeks and

nose as he watched her near orgasm. She began to shake, and with

that Barry removed his tongue and, forming a ring with his mouth,

accepted his granddaughters clit into it and sucked hard! She came

like never before, arching her back and squealing to the heavens as

her granddaddy's face rode her cunt like a cowboy.

Soon it was over, and she had settled back onto the quilt in exhausted

aspiration. But it was not over for Barry, his own desire had risen while

she enjoyed his cunnilingus. He rose to his knees and peeled down the

speedos which contstrained his erection, springing it out so that it

pointed towards Katie like an arrow. It was not a long cock, only between

six and seven inches...but its thickness was its asset, a wide tube

extending from his patch of grey pubic hair. Perhaps fortunately, Katie

did not see his cock, keeping his eyes closed, but they flew open when

her granddad dropped on top of her lithe young body and hauled apart

her slender thighs, hitching them up so that her knobbly knees pressed

against his broad hips. With his right hand he grasped his penis by the

root and brushed the head against her wetness, at first on her thighs,

then her lower belly, and then...and then...he ran the flared knobhead

upwards through her labia, brushing it briefly against the clit before

pressing it down towards the business end of her pussy.

His dick seemed super-sensitive as the end found the tightly drawn hole

of her vagina, and he did not waste time. With a deliberate movement he

pressed forward, the head parting her opening cunt and moving inside.

It hurt her, as he suspected it would, the look of anguish on her face as

thrilling to him as the tightness around his dick. But he maintained his

pushing until after a minute or two, his engorged knob was fully within

her cunt, which felt like a vise. He sensed a barrier ahead - her pussy -

and not wanting to prolong her pain he drove in firmly, smoothly and

strongly, feeling the flap of skin tear before him like a banner as his rod

moved steadily into the tunnel of his granddaughter's vagina.

Soon it was all in, his balls resting between the tight globes of her ass,

and he stopped a minute to let her adjust. The pain had gone from her

face, and he was glad that the experience had only been hurtful for a

short time. He loved his granddaughter, and couldnt reason what had made

him seek his pleasure from her like this - but right now, that was all that

mattered as the tactile shaft of his cock felt her warm, tight cunt walls

grip them. He began to move in and out, slowly at first but soon building

in pace, and before long his ass was hammering away between her spread

legs as his dick ravaged the inner regions of her reproductive organs. The

friction in her cunt caused more wetness to flow, and it coated the length

of his penis and overflowed down onto his wrinkled scrotum as it banged

against her ass. He looked into her big brown eyes, alive with sensation and

a sense of wonderment at her first fuck - she was truly beautiful, perhaps the

most beautiful girl he had ever laid, and she was his own granddaughter.

Katie spread her arms and legs still further as her aged granddad screwed

his big fat dick into her. She could feel it working in her, rubbing against the

sides of her, pressing her cervix, rubbing her clit. She felt the heat rising

again and responded by bucking her ass up in time with his thrusts...soon

they were fucking like long-lost lovers, their movements in synchronization

and their fucking desperately eager. Barry felt his cum rising, moving along

the tube to his dick, and with one violent thrust he pressed his organ high

into his granddaughter. His cum blasted out, flooding the chamber of her

cunt and seeping out onto her pussy lips and Barry's scrotum. With one

last gasp he collapsed on top of her, his dick revelling in the spasms

taking place in her tight, snapping vagina, milking his softening dick of

every last drop.

THE END