Date: Mon, 28 Feb 2022 02:26:47 +0000 From: OKstoryteller Subject: My Grandfather - Part 7 Please consider making a donation to Nifty, anything helps big or small. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html This is a great forum and your support will keep it going. As with most all stories on Nifty this is a fantasy work of fiction, if it illegal to read in your part of the globe please move on. Grandfather -- Chapter 7 It's time to grow up The next day was a whirlwind. We got up at 5am, packed and headed downstairs for the ride to the airport. All of James and Debbie's kids slept on the ride to the airport. They finally woke up when we arrived. We got through security quickly, then found our gate. We had almost two hours to wait for our plane, so we found a restaurant for breakfast. Everyone was tired, it had been a hectic four or five days. Everyone slept on the plane ride back home. I was a little sad, knowing that I wouldn't be sleeping with Gramps anymore. I also had time to reflect on my decision to make Gramps my first lover. I came to realize that it was really selfish of me to try to force that on Gramps, especially after he had lost the only woman he had ever had sex with in his life. We got home late that day. I took my suitcase to the guest room, it was a little bit bigger than the room dad grew up in, plus that room kind of creeped me out since it had been my dad's room. I put my clothes away in the dresser, then changed the sheets on the bed before I headed to the shower in my room. I got dressed for bed, then went to find Gramps and give him a hug. I headed to my new room to sleep alone for the first time in almost 2 years. I fell asleep quickly, which surprised me, and I slept all night. I woke up a little later than normal, got dressed for the day, then went to find Gramps. He wasn't in the kitchen, but he had made my breakfast. I went outside, there was a truck there that I didn't recognize. I headed into the barn and saw Gramps talking with a man I didn't know. Good morning princess, Gramps said. Come over here and meet a great friend of mine. He actually saved my life two times in the war. Paige this is Omar Jones, one of my best friends in the world. I shook Mr. Jones hand and said, I'm glad to meet you sir. Mr. Jones was a big man, about 6 feet tall, he weighed at least 250 pounds, his skin was dark black, his eyes were brown. He had on overalls with a dirty shirt underneath. His eyes were scanning me up and down, which made me feel a little uneasy. Uneasy only because I didn't know him, he was nice enough and Gramps obviously knew him well. Paige, Gramps said, Omar needs some help and I told him I thought you might be interested in helping. His wife passed away a year ago and he hasn't had anyone to help him clean his house. Since his boys came and helped us while we were in Florida, I thought you might want to repay their kindness. Absolutely Gramps, I said, I would be glad to help. When would you like me to come over? I looked to Mr. Jones, but Gramps said, why don't you ride home with him now and I will stop and pick you up in a couple of hours since I must go to town later anyway. Sure, I said, do I need to bring any cleaning supplies? I made a bucket for you, Gramps said, it should have everything you will need. It's in the back of Omar's truck. I walked along side Gramps as the three of us headed to Mr. Jones's truck. I will pick you up in a couple of hours Paige, Gramps said. You do a good job for Omar princess, okay? Yes sir, I said. Mr. Jones and I talked all the way to their house, mostly about how Gramps and he met. Before we got to his house, I was totally in awe of Mr. Jones. He was kind, strong, very lonely since the loss of his wife. When we got to his house it didn't take long to find out why he needed some help. I carried my bucket inside and attacked the kitchen first. I cleaned the floor, then the sinks, cleaned out the refrigerator and cleaned the shelves. I hit the bathroom next, scoured the toilet, the sink and bathtub, then finally scrubbed the floor. I was carrying the dirty water outside when I tripped at the door and ended up on the ground, covered in the filthy mop water. Mr. Jones heard the crash and quickly came out to pick me up. Girl, girl, he said as he made a sour face, it pains me to say this, but you smell worse than the pig sty out back. I was giggling at his fake hick accent. I'm sorry sir, I said, but Gramps can tell you I'm not the most graceful hen in the coop. He sat back on the step and laughed loudly. Well, he said, you are welcome to use the washer if you want. I bet your Gramps wouldn't enjoy you riding in his fancy truck smelling like a dirty pig. Okay, I said, I think I will take you up on that offer. I picked up the pail and headed inside as Mr. Jones headed to the barn. I peeled my shirt off, then my jeans and socks. I threw them in the washer and hit the quick cycle. I vacuumed and dusted as my clothes were washing. Mr. Jones was still in the barn while I worked. The washer finished so I tossed the clothes in the dryer. I didn't think much about being almost naked since no one else was in the house. I was mopping the floor in the hallway when Mr. Jones came back inside. When I turned to take the mop pail outside, Mr. Jones saw me dressed only in my panties. The worst part was, my panties had ridden up in my slit which allowed him to clearly see the outline of my pussy lips. He basically fell into the kitchen chair. He stared, open mouthed, as I walked past the chair he was sitting in at the table. I walked out the door, tossed the dirty water onto the side yard. When I walked back inside Mr. Jones was still staring, his mouth slightly open, his eyes locked on my little pussy. I could see a big bulge in his pants, his dick was hard, it looked much bigger than Gramps. I smiled at him, paused about half-way to the table, put my hand on the counter, pushed my panties down and off. I handed them to Mr. Jones and said, I didn't think that I needed to wash these. Do you think they smell bad? He was frozen in his chair, staring at my bald pussy. Mr. Jones? I said. What did you say girl? He replied. I wanted to know if you think my panties needed to be washed too. He took them, pulled them to his face, inhaled deeply. I could see the wet spot growing at what must have been the end of his dick. It had to be at least nine inches long. Darlin', he said, they don't stink at all. In fact, that is about the most amazing scent I have ever had the chance to sample. I smiled as he handed them back to me. I "accidently" fell over as I tried to put them back on. Mr. Jones swooped over, grabbed me up into his strong arms and said, darlin', are you okay, did you hurt yourself? I don't know, I whispered, I think I hurt my back a little, but I will be alright. He carried me down the hall, his right hand was under my left butt cheek, one of his fingers was slipping up and down my slit as he caried me. He gently laid me on the bed, show me where it hurts, he said. I turned on my side, giving him a clear view of my little butt. I said, right here, as I touched my back a few inches above my butt cheek. And I can feel it down to here, I said, as I pointed to my upper thigh area. Lay on your tummy, he said, let me have a look. He rubbed my lower back, his hands were rough, but his touch was light. It felt good. He rubbed lower, onto my butt cheek which caused me to moan. Did that hurt? He asked. No, I said, it felt good, good. He kept rubbing my left butt cheek, rubbing up and down and left to right. He grazed my butt crack, so I moaned again. Did that hurt? He asked. A little, I said, kind of toward the middle. He rubbed into the cleft of my ass; his rough knuckle ran across my tiny hole. I moaned a little louder as my pussy got wetter. I felt his finger touch the bottom of my wet slit as he began to rub my upper thigh. I was moaning a lot now, every time his knuckle touched my wet pussy, I moaned so he would know I liked it. Darlin', he said in a soft drawl, you are the most gorgeous thing I have ever seen or touched. I know this is wrong, but you are making an old man very happy. I reached over; my hand touched his hard dick through his overalls. I ran up and down the shaft. It was much bigger than Gramps for sure. Thank you, Mr. Jones, I said in a sexy voice. Your hands are making my pussy very wet. I hope you don't stop unless you need to take those overalls down. I heard him as he unsnapped the suspenders on his overalls. There was a thud as his pants hit the floor. His hand returned to my butt, now he was running his finger from my tiny butt hole to my wet pussy and back again. He would slip his finger into my pussy and then rub his wet finger around my tight rosebud. I was really turned on, I just had to touch his dick again. I felt for his dick, it was hard, dripping precum, and he had skin on the end. Then I decided I needed to roll over so I could see it. It was very black, 8 or 9 inches long and a little thicker than Gramps. I took my tiny hand and stroked his hard shaft. I was amazed how the head of his dick popped in and out of the skin on the end. His dick smelled strong, real strong and there was some thick white stuff under the skin. I stroked him a little faster, I wanted him to cum, but I didn't want to suck his dick. The smell was strong and unpleasant to me. He leaned down and started to lick little my slit, sucking my pussy juice as I stroked his big dick. He took my clit into his mouth and was sucking hard as I kept stroking him. The skin on the end of his dick had popped over the head and he was oozing a ton of precum. Oh, gawd girl, he said as he straightened up. His dick flared in my hand and then he shot several thick shots of cum onto my tummy. It was the most cum I had ever seen in my whole life. It totally covered my tummy from just above my pussy almost all the way up to my tiny titties. Girl, he said, girl, this isn't right. I shouldn't have done that girl. I shouldn't have touched you. I didn't mind, I said with a smile, it will be our little secret. I sat up, his cum was running done my tummy so I put my hands down to keep it from spilling on the floor. I hopped off his bed and went in the bathroom to clean myself up. I heard the dryer ding, so I went to get my clothes. I dressed in the laundry room. I decided to let Mr. Jones keep my panties, I figured he would enjoy smelling my pussy when he jacked off. I was walking back into the kitchen when we heard Gramps driving up. I gathered my cleaning supplies while Mr. Jones was talking to Gramps. I loaded my bucket in the back of the truck and waited for Gramps to finish his chat. Mr. Jones thanked me, then tried to pay me but I refused. I told him I would be very happy to come help him anytime he needed me. He was clearly flustered but didn't tell Gramps anything about our play time. That was nice of you princess, Gramps said, I really appreciate you helping him, and I admire you refusing his offer to pay you too. I don't need the money, I replied, and he really did help some help cleaning. I was a little intimidated at first, I mean not knowing him and all, but he is a really nice guy. Yes he is, Gramps said, and obviously he is a very important guy in my life. The rest of the week went by slowly. School was a grind, lots of homework and a couple of team projects kept me busy. Gramps told me Mr. Jones had called, wanting to know if I could help him with some more cleaning on Saturday morning. I told him sure, so he called Mr. Jones and arranged a time with him. Right as Gramps hung up, Debbie called to ask if I would be willing to help John with some math problems he couldn't figure out at school. Not being a bragger, I am a whiz at math. I knew I could help him. I told her I would come over after dinner. I finished my chores, helped Gramps with dinner and then rode my bike across the road to help John. Debbie opened the door and said, hi Paige, thanks a lot for agreeing to help John. He usually does good with math, but this week has been a struggle. James and I are going to town to get some groceries and we will take the kids, just so they won't be in your hair. That's great, I said, I'm sure I will be able to help him, I love math. John was sitting at the kitchen table, his book and papers scattered around him. I wasn't worried that John was 2 grades ahead of me, I was taking honors math anyway. So John, I said, what's got you so flustered? Nothing, he answered with a smile, I was just hoping you would come over so we could play a little. Then he starting to laugh so hard he about fell out of his chair. I wasn't that amused. I like to play of course, but I wondered if Debbie was in on his plan to get naked with me. I see, I said sort of sternly, does your mom know you are faking being stupid? Oh no, he said, I'm sure she doesn't. You aren't mad, are you? No, not really, I answered, I was just ready to help you. Great, he said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me towards his room, if you are willing to help me then there's no reason to wait! He dropped my hand and before I could say a thing, he was totally naked. His dick was hard as he jumped on his bed. Hmmmm, I said, I guess you aren't interested in any foreplay. I just want to see you undress, he said, you are so hot and sexy, I dream about you every night and wake up with my dick so hard. I smiled as I pulled my shirt over my head, my nipples were already hard, and I could feel my pussy starting to tingle. I pushed my shorts down, then spun around a couple of times before I pushed my panties to the floor. Lay on your back, I said. John rolled onto his back as I climbed onto his bed, then lowered my pussy down so he could eat my pussy while I sucked on his dick. John dug his tongue into my pussy, then sucked on my clit while he was fingering me. I licked his head and shaft, then licked on his balls. John was close to making me cum. I pulled off his dick so I could force my slit down onto his mouth as I came. As soon as my cum ended, I pulled off his face, spun around and sat on his hard dick. He grabbed my shoulders and pulled me down so we could kiss as he pumped his dick in and out of my pussy. He was doing a great job on both ends; I was about to cum again when he started to rapidly plunge in and out. I felt his dick pulse as he came which pushed me to my second orgasm. I slid off and laid next to him, his chest was heaving as he recovered from his orgasm. That was the best Paige, he said, the absolute best. It was good, I said, I think you have been practicing or something. John didn't answer me, so I looked at him and he was smiling, but he didn't say anything. We laid there a few minutes, then he turned over, got between my legs, and began to lick and suck on my pussy. I pulled my little legs up, giving him better access to my holes. He was licking and sucking on me, I was moaning and wiggling. He sucked my clit into his mouth which made me cum. It was awesome. Then, without giving me a break, he pushed my legs up a little and began to lick and poke his tongue into my tiny butt hole. It was amazing! I was moaning, pushing against his tongue as he worked my rosebud. He pulled his tongue out of my back door hole, lined his hard dick up and slid inside me. I gasped at the intrusion, he paused for a few seconds and then said, are you okay? Yes, I said, yes, fuck me John, fuck my little asshole! He did. He didn't have to be told twice. He fucked me hard and fast. He was driving his hard dick in and out and moaning as he fucked me. I was surprised how hard he was going; it didn't hurt or feel bad, and he obviously liked it. Paige, he said, Paige I am gonna cum Paige, I am gonna cum in your amazing ass! He shoved all the way in then I felt his dick flare as he put his cum in my tight ass hole. He collapsed onto me, breathing hard and sweating. His dick got soft and slipped out of my hole. It felt weird, but pretty good. Then John slid down and began to lick and suck on my butt hole again. He was eating his cum out of my butt. I began to rub my clit as he ate my hole. I began to moan as he poked his tongue into me, I came again. I felt myself squirt a little when I came. Oh gosh John, I said, I loved that, I really did! Just then we heard a car turn onto their driveway. We jumped up, rushed to the kitchen, pulling our clothes on as fast as we could. When his family came inside, we were sitting at the table, working on a math problem like nothing had happened. Hi guys, Debbie called out as Jill and Jack sped past the table headed to their rooms. Were you able to straighten him out Paige? Oh yes ma'am, I said, he was almost there anyway. I just gave him a couple of tips and the light came on for him. Well, that's a good thing then, she said smiling. John, go out and help you father unload the groceries please. Yes ma'am, he said as he hurried out the door. I guess I will be heading home then, I said. Okay Paige, she said, but you might want to turn your shirt inside out, you have it on backwards. I blushed a deep red color and looked down. My shirt was on inside out. Debbie giggled and said, don't worry sweetie, I knew John was faking about his math. If I was a boy, I would want to get you alone too! She hugged me close and whispered, anyway, I could smell your sweet pussy as soon as I came in the door honey. She grabbed my butt cheeks, squeezing them hard before turning me loose. I pulled my shirt over my head, turned it inside out which gave Debbie time to rub and pinch my tiny nipples. Yes indeed, she sighed, if I was a boy your age, I would want to be naked with you all day long. Tell your grandpa I said hi please. Yes ma'am, I said as I pulled my shirt on, gave her another hug, then headed out to get on my bike. I rode home quickly, hopped off my bike and went inside. How did it go? Gramps asked. It was good, I said, we got his problems solved. Debbie said to tell you hi. Good, he said, you better get ready for bed, Omar wants to pick you up at 7:30 in the morning. Okay Gramps, I said as I headed to my room to get ready for bed. After I changed and brushed my teeth, I went to give Gramps a kiss and hug good night. I was pretty worn out from school and John's attention, so I fell asleep quickly. Gramps woke me up about 6:45, he had breakfast ready for me. I brushed my teeth, then picked out a pair of my older overalls and a crop top to wear to clean. The old overalls were tight on me and a little too short. Those overalls are a little too small for you princess, he said. Don't you think you might want to wear a different pair? No Gramps, I answered, I don't want to get any cleaning solution on my newer ones. It won't matter if these get stained. Gramps shook his head, I'm sure he knew I was wearing them to tease Mr. Jones. Well, he said, you know best I suppose. Just don't start something you can't handle. Thanks Gramps, I said. I didn't understand what he meant by the last part, but I didn't care. I wolfed down my breakfast, finishing right as Mr. Jones arrived to pick me up. Gramps offered Mr. Jones a cup of coffee. They drank their coffee and talked, so I told Gramps I was going to brush my teeth. I left the kitchen, but then snuck back to the doorway so I could hear them talking. Omar, Gramps said, Paige is a little high-spirited, mind you don't cause her any problems. Problems, Mr. Jones said, I would never do that, would you prefer she not come clean for me? No Omar, he said, I am pleased she wants to help you. However, I know you pack a big, long horse cock. If she pushes you, I just want you to go slow, let her control the play. Are you suggesting she would want me to fuck her? Mr. Jones asked. Oh, I am sure of it, Gramps said. If she gets an idea that you would bed her, I am positive she would go for it. She is the second horniest girl I have ever met. I just don't want her to get hurt. I understand you, Mr. Jones said. If something were to happen, I would make sure she doesn't get hurt. I eased away from the door, then made some noise as I headed back to the kitchen. I'm ready Mr. Jones, I said. Alright young lady, he said, let's get going. Can't sit here all day talking to this man, we wouldn't get anything done. Gramps stood up and followed us outside, watching as I climbed into Mr. Jones old truck. We chatted on the way to his house, nothing in particular, we just chatted. When we got to his house, he showed me what he wanted me to do for him. I got busy right away and finished in about an hour. I went looking for Mr. Jones, he was in the living room in his recliner. He was snoring so I decided not to wake him up. I went into his bedroom, made his bed, then cleaned his bathroom. There were some magazines in his bathroom that drew my attention. They were porn books. Men and women fucking, guys with huge dicks fucking women in their mouths, pussies, and their assholes. Some of the dicks were bigger than Mr. Jones's dick. Women were letting them fuck them in the ass. I couldn't believe it. It took me about 30 minutes to finish cleaning his room and bathroom. I went back to the living room and Mr. Jones was still asleep, so I got my dust rag and started dusting everything in the living room. I had to stretch to reach the high shelves which made my overalls ride up in my butt crack. I heard a noise behind me, so I turned and saw Mr. Jones looking at my butt cheeks. Do you like the view? I asked. Nope, he said, I love the view. I unsnapped my suspenders and my overalls fell to the floor. Mr. Jones gasped when my bare butt came into view. (oops, I forgot to wear panties today) How's the view now? I giggled. He unzipped his jeans, fished his monster dick out and started stroking and said, it's the finest view I have ever seen. I stepped out of my overalls, looked over my shoulder as I walked down the hall to his room. I pulled my shirt off, laid on his bed and spread my legs open. Mr. Jones came into the room, he was naked, his huge black dick was swaying back and forth with precum already dripping in a long string from the end. I want you to fuck me, I said breathlessly, I want to feel you inside me. Mr. Jones laid down on the bed, he had his left hand on the base of his massive dick holding it straight up. Why don't you spin around here and sit your tiny butt on my chest so I can get a tongue in your sweet little pussy. I scurried into position and lowered my pussy to his mouth. He grabbed my hips with both hands, drawing me onto his tongue. He licked me, hard. He forced his tongue inside my pussy, then my ass. He worked his tongue deep into my pussy which made me cum. He kept licking and tongue fucking my pussy and ass until I said, do me, fuck me with your big, black dick! Climb on board little girl, take as much as you want, he said with a smile. I turned around, lined his big purple mushroom head up with the entrance to my tunnel. The head of his dick was bigger than anything I had ever put in me. I rubbed the spongy head up and down my slit which made him moan. I tried several times to sit on his dick, I tried and tried to get in inside. I rubbed the head from my clit to the bottom of my slit over and over. I was dripping wet from my juices and his precum. I felt my orgasm coming. When I came, I was pushing down hard when about 3 or 4 inches of his massive tool popped into my preteen pussy. Right as it popped inside me, he came. The spurting of his cum felt like I had shaken up a coke bottle, then shoved it inside me right as the lid came off. His dick pulsed three or four times, filling me with his hot white cream. I shook and trembled through two or three orgasms before I fainted from the sheer ecstasy. I was out briefly, then woke up as he rolled me over onto my back. I could see myself in the mirror on his dresser. My little pussy was scarlet red and his cum was oozing out of me, soiling the sheets on his bed. Are you okay young lady? He asked. I am wonderful, I answered, that was incredible. I have never had an orgasm like that one. How much of your dick went inside me? Well, he said as he leaned over, feel for yourself. I looked at his massive dick, ran my hand down about 5 inches that was soaking wet with my pussy juice. The rest of his dick was dry. WOW! I said. That's a lot! Tell me something, he said. Why would you want to let me fuck your tight little pussy? I dunno, I said, I mean when I first saw it last time, I didn't think I would ever be able to get it inside me. Then all I could think about was how awesome it would feel -- if it didn't kill me, I mean. Well, he said, I want to thank you, you have made a very old man feel like a teenager again. Mr. Jones took me home after we cleaned up. He and Gramps sat on the front porch, rocking the day away and talking about all the things they had seen together. While they were talking, I went to my room, changed out of the overalls. I put on some panties and my jeans and a warm sweater. I made them sandwiches for lunch, along with a big pitcher of sweet, iced tea. They sat outside until nearly dark. Mr. Jones came inside and thanked me for cleaning for him, and for the rest he whispered with a wink. He hugged me and said he would see me again soon. He drove off, Gramps waved as he drove down our driveway. I had finished cleaning up when Gramps came inside. He thanked me for making them lunch and for helping Mr. Jones. I don't think Omar will be with us much longer, he said. He told me he had been feeling poorly. He won't go to the doctor, don't believe in `em, he told me. I hope he changes his mind. Me too, I said, he is a really nice man. That was the last time we ever saw Mr. Jones. His oldest son came over about a week later. Mr. Jones had a heart attack and died alone in his house. I heard his son say that his dad was 81 years old. Gramps told the man he was really sorry that Omar had passed. Gramps told his son how Mr. Jones had saved his life in the war and that he respected his father more than any man he had ever known. Gramps told story after story after story about he and Mr. Jones in the war. How he was so brave, so strong, fearless even when the odds were against them, Mr. Jones always got the rest of their outfit moving, fighting, and winning. When Gramps got wounded, everyone in their whole outfit ran past him as he laid on the ground, bleeding from four different wounds. Mr. Jones saw that Gramps was in trouble, so he turned around, picked Gramps up and carried him to safety. Gramps didn't know at the time because he had passed out due to the amount of blood he lost, but Mr. Jones had been shot in the side and arm while he was carrying Gramps to the Aid Station. We all sat in silence for a while, then Gramps said through his tears that Mr. Jones and he had rocked away an entire afternoon less than a week ago remembering old times. I went to my room and cried. Life just isn't fair. 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