Sarah watched with anxious, flickering eyes as her grandfather slowly pulled off his trousers. She lay on the bed, naked and trembling with anticipation. She had waited a long time for this moment.
"Henry, dear Henry," she whispered softly as the old man made his way over to the bed, his limp shaft dangling between his thighs.
He sat down beside her, breathing heavily with the ancient passion that was stirring in his loins. The adorable fifteen-year-old reached out with her soft, slender hand and curled her fingers around his cock.
"Ahhh, dear, sweet Sarah," the old man moaned in pleasure, feeling the lovely young girl beginning to knead and caress his cock to erection. "That's so good, honey, so damn good!"
The young girl laughed softly and slipped her free hand around her grandfather's neck. She pulled his mouth to hers, hungrily, and drove her fingers harder and faster along the length of his shaft.
Their lips met in a passionate kiss and Henry dropped one of his gnarled hands to his granddaughter's breasts, cupping his long, thick fingers beneath one precious globe, squeezing it affectionately.
As his prick began to harden and the boiling greed seethed in his balls, he realized that he intended to screw the young girl no matter what. Her labored breathing grew fast as he fondled her breasts and he knew she wanted it as much as he did.
CHAPTER ONE
He was an old man and had gone many years without having sex; now he was dreaming of it once more.
He lay in his narrow, almost cot-like bed and slept peacefully. His chest rose and fell with his breathing, which was quite controlled and rhythmic for a man of his age.
He smiled as he slept, the dreams he was having were not memories of ancient conquests or passionate lovers, but fantasies of a more recent origin. The vision of loveliness that dominated his dreams was that of his granddaughter.
The old man rolled over on his side, in sleep, grunting softly and sighing then, as he slipped back into the dream. His soft, quiet moans barely escaped his lips, though in his dream, the sounds were, of course, much louder.
He was in a wide, grassy field, full of poppies, all pink and rosy, a lush, almost unreal beauty to behold. The sun was high over head, yet beat down without harshness upon them as they stood there.
From the southwest came a cooling, soothing breeze and the two of them felt quite comfortable in the lovely field. For as far as their eyes could see, there was nothing but pure, clean earth.
The old man ran his eyes up and down over the slender frame of his granddaughter. She was barely five feet tall and had long blonde hair that she always wore in braids. Her face was fresh and unblemished, her cheeks rosy and natural. Her lips were pink with their own luscious coloring, and they seemed to always been cast in a semi-pout.
Her body was thin, yet attractive, for her budding breasts, tiny and appealing, rode proudly on her rib cage, hardly ever needing the bra she wore to please her uncle.
Her hips were just beginning to flare into the lovely, smooth curves she would eventually have, and her legs were strong and tapered. All in all, she had a supple, lithe frame that any man would find desirable.
She was standing perhaps four or five feet in front of him, dressed in a pair of old, dirty sneakers, cut-off jeans and one of her uncle's shirts, the folds of which were tied in a knot at her small, pert breasts.
She was swaying, enticingly, licking her lips with her pink, pointed tongue, making them glisten, erotically, in the golden halo of the sun above their heads. As she did a small pirouette on the tips of her toes, he had to suck in his breath at the sight of her rounded buttocks jiggling against the tight hugging jeans.
She laughed, an infectious giggle that rippled pleasingly across his ears. He was well aware that it had been quite some time since he had felt any stirring in his loins, and it warmed his heart to have the sensations quaking in his balls once again.
In his dream, he did not care that it was his granddaughter that he was lusting for. In his dream, that made no difference, other than the pleasing fact that she perhaps loved him more than his own son.
He smiled at her, whispering her name, almost in reverence. "Sarah, dear Sarah," he moaned, the words tinged with the aching he was feeling. "My precious flower, come over here to me, honey."
The girl laughed again, tossing her head back in a breezy manner, causing her braids to fly in all directions. She shook her head and continued the light, absent dance she was doing.
"No, no, you stay right there, Henry," she giggled again, wagging a finger at him in warning. "I'm not ready for you yet, don't you see? I want to entertain you a little more!"
The old man shuddered with a spasm of racing passion that suddenly tore through his groin. He groaned thickly, idly clutching one of his hands at his crotch, while wiping the sweat from his brow with the other.
His eyes were glued to the girl, his lips quivering with greed. She rocked from side to side in front of him, running her small, slender hands down over the front of her body, in a distinctly arousing fashion.
The greed and desire were fiery in the old man as he watched his granddaughter, as pert and child-like as could be, yet all together enticing, nonetheless, toying with herself.
Her fingers rippled over her belly and she giggled once again, making the taut, flat stomach undulate erotically. Her fingers slithered down over the front of her jeans and she groaned and shivered a bit as she caressed the apex of her thighs.
"Ahh, Sarah, Sarah," the old man groaned, his voice becoming thicker and thicker with the raspy sound of need. "You don't know what you are doing to me, you don't know what you're doing to this old man!"
"You're not old, Henry," she whispered passionately, riding the tips of her fingers back up to her shirt once more. "You're just a little more grown-up than most people, that's all."
She toyed with the knot that held the folds of the shirt closed in front of her, then spun on her heels once again, tugging on the knot at the same time. As she completed her turn, the knot came free and she let the shirt go, allowing it to fall open and reveal her young, budding breasts.
The old man sucked in his breath at the view of her luscious mounds. They were perfectly formed, right down to the pink, pert buttons of her nipples, seemingly always in a state of semi-erection.
The small, lovely spheres jiggled enticingly with her movement, causing them to sway back and forth in an almost liquid motion. She laughed again, and cupped them in her hands.
"See, Henry, already they're waiting for you," she cooed softly, her voice deep and rippling with the purring sound of her pleasure and greed.
The old man shuddered as he stood before her. Against his hand, clutching hard at his groin, he could feel his prick beginning to slowly expand in his trousers, growing thicker and harder with each passing moment.
He watched, his lips now wet from constant licking, as the adorable child shrugged her shoulders, allowing the shirt to slither down along her arms and drop, silently, to the grass below her feet.
She nudged one sneaker with the toe of the other, slipping it off her foot. She repeated the action with her other sneaker and in seconds she was barefoot, squishing her tiny, adorable toes in the moist, thick grass.
"I love you, grandpa," she whispered sensuously, shivering as if something delicious had suddenly touched the base of her spine. "I love you more than anyone in the whole, wide world."
He had taught her not to call him that, he much preferred to be addressed as Henry by everyone he knew. It made him feel less ancient, he would explain, and besides, it was the more modern way of doing things.
But now, he said nothing, for he knew she was telling the truth. He stood there, his legs quivering as if filled with nothing but water, and watched the lithe, darling girl in front of him continue her enticing strip.
Now her fingers were tugging at the single button that held her cut-off jeans closed. She fooled with it in a teasing fashion, deliberately prolonging the act for as much time as possible.
Slowly, she popped the button free, then slid the zipper to the jeans up and down half a dozen times. The hiss of the moving metal rang in his ears as if a compelling, erotic scream, rich with sensual promise.
He groaned again, shuddering once more as she stopped playing with the zipper, at last, and slowly pulled the folds of the jeans apart, revealing just a bit of her sparsely covered loins.
Her golden tufts of cunt hair were damp with sweat and they shimmered delightfully before him. He shook his head, sighing, heavily, and gulped to swallow the thickness that was clutching at his throat.
"My, my, little honey, you are truly something, do you know that?" he gasped, almost unable to speak now, so powerful were the sensations he was experiencing.
The charming young girl swayed slightly from left to right, giggling in her lilting, girlish voice, then she dipped her knees, suddenly, and slid the jeans quickly down over her buttocks and thighs.
In a brief moment, she had ridden the garment over her feet and was standing erect again, completely naked, now, to her grandfather's old, excited eyes. She placed her hand on her hips and thrust her pussy out toward him.
Her pussy was almost naked, but for the sparse bits of thin, golden hair that covered her shapely mound. Her pussy lips quivered delightfully with the slight throbbing in her cunt, and she twisted back and forth, offering him all of her young, creamy body for inspection.
"Come over here, Henry," she laughed quietly, slithering the tips of her fingers down over her belly, along her inner thighs. "I want to whisper something in your ear, you dear man."
The old man moved slowly, not from age, but from desire. His cock was now a hard, quaking lump against his trousers,; pulsating so feverishly that the girl could see it beating steadily against the fabric of his pants.
He moved up next to her, now just inches away, and she slipped her long, slender arms around his neck, and drew his mouth down to hers. He could smell the enticing perfumed scent of her hair and the clean, freshly scrubbed aroma of her young body as she bent into him.
Her soft, warm lips gently pressed against his own, and a shock of intense pleasure tore through him as the adorable fifteen-year-old began to kiss him, hungrily. Her mouth moved back and forth over his, and her darling little tongue stabbed wickedly against his teeth.
He moaned as she mashed her body tightly against his own. Through his shirt he could feel her tiny breasts digging into him, the hard, firm nipples cutting deep into his chest.
His hands slid down over her smooth, yet rippling spine and cupped lovingly beneath her pert, spongy buttocks. He lifted the precious half moons, affectionately, thrilling to the softness of her creamy flesh.
Her lips were hungrily roaming over his and her tongue becoming more insistent as it stabbed against his teeth. He allowed the urgent dart to part them, slightly, and he heard her lovely giggle of delight as she slithered her tongue between them.
Instantly her darling arrow dashed against his own, rolling and entwining the two spears together as their kiss became more fevered and impassioned. Gently he kneaded her buttocks, squeezing and massaging the tender cheeks, slithering his fingers tenderly along the cleft between them.
"Ummm, you taste good, Henry," she laughed, grinding her mouth back and forth over his own, her lips trembling delightfully as she spoke. "You taste better than any ice cream or candy I ever had!"
"And you, my darling child, are more delicious than champagne," the old man responded, his words thick and tortured with desire. "I could go on kissing you for a good long time!"
She shivered under the kneading caress of his hands, grinding her crotch against his, thrilling to the feeling of the hard mound against her thigh as she rhythmically rocked back and forth against the bulge.
She ran one of her hands down over his chest, plucking playfully at the buttons as she went along, tugging them free, then pushing the folds of the shirt apart. She leaned against him heavily, mashing her young, budding breasts against his now naked chest, and the old man moaned thickly in pleasure.
One of his hands left her buttocks and quickly traveled back up along her delicate spine. He slipped his fingers around in front of them and slithered his hand between their bodies, cupping his palm over one soft, pliant globe.
The girl gasped with pleasure as she felt his ancient, yet strong fingers wrapping around her tit, squeezing it firmly in his grasp. Her nipple dug hard into his palm and the old man fondled her boob with an increasing passion.
Now her own soft, lovely fingers were toying with the fabric of his trousers, poised just at the edge of the hard, pounding bulge in the front of his pants. Lightly she ran the tips of her digits over the throbbing lump and listened, with satisfaction, to his soft cry of pleasure.
Tenderly she began to slither her fingers back and forth along the pulsating mound, pinching it lovingly between her digits, pressing her palm hard against the pounding weapon in his pants.
She loved to hear the moans and gasps that escaped his lips, thrilled to be the one to create such pleasure in the old man. She rubbed the heel of her hand briskly back and forth along the throbbing tool and the old man groaned out loud once more.
"You sure know it, honey, you sure do," he groaned, shuddering with an involuntary spasm of need. "God, that's good, little Sarah, that's real good!"
"That's all I ever want to do, Henry," she cooed sensuously, slicing her tongue back and forth across his own, kissing him hungrily between words. "All I ever want to do is make you feel good!"
The old man almost had to pull away from her, now, so urgent were the demands his loins were making on him. He groaned and shivered, his fingers toying with her nipple, now, pinching and rolling the tender nugget between them.
His other hand was busily exploring the soft flesh of her thighs, caressing them gently, slithering back and forth between the smooth, moist limbs, to tap, lightly, at her warm, undulating loins.
She groaned in pleasure, her fingers now plucking at the buttons to his trousers, almost desperately trying to pull them free. She fumbled with the buckle to his pants, yanking it loose and shoving it aside.
She ran the zipper down and slipped her warm, soothing fingers inside. She felt for the pounding rod within his underwear and the moment she had her soft, slender fingers wrapped around the throbbing tool, the old man groaned in pleasure once again, shuddering wildly with the spasms ripping through him.
Her fingers gently pulled his cock from his pants and then balanced the quaking weapon in her palm. Teasingly she ran the fingers of her free hand back and forth across the quaking prong, making the old man almost scream with delight.
Now she clutched the huge, growing prong tightly in her fist and squeezed it with increasing passion. She loved the way it pounded fiercely in her grasp, allowing her to feel the hot, boiling blood that was racing through it.
She felt the old man's hand slipping around in front of her body, now, eagerly searching for the moist, warm place between her thighs that it was seeking. She bent backward a bit to give him more room, and shivered with anticipation as she felt the rough, calloused fingers riding over her belly.
"Ohhh, Henry, ummm, yes," she whispered hungrily, pulling her mouth from his as she threw back her head in passion. "There, ohhh, right there, yes, please, yes!"
Greedily the old man rode his fingers down over the rim of her quivering hillock. He tugged on the sparse, silken strands of her pussy hair, toying with them affectionately, forcing the fires of wanting to burn higher in the little girl's loins.
She moaned and shuddered with delight as she felt his fingers gently slithering over her pussy lips. She spread her legs a little further apart, sighing with a contented passion as the old man continued his eager exploration.
Now she could feel the urgent greed throbbing wildly in his cock. Tenderly she rode her clutching fist up and down on the pole, making the huge prong grow as thick and hard I as an iron rod.
The fevered blood was tearing through his shaft, now, almost searing her fingers with the white-hot desire that he was feeling. They swayed gently from left to right as they attacked each other's flesh, their passion slowly beginning to take control.
The delightful child was now fondling his balls with her free hand, bobbing them up and down in her soft, warm palm, rolling the tortured nuts over her fingers with a wicked pleasure.
The old man's fingers eagerly rode around the rim of her mound, the thick knobby ball of his thumb lazily scraping back and forth over her trembling clit. She gasped with pleasure at the contact, groaning as the aching fires grew stronger in her loins.
She could feel harsh, stinging waves of need rippling through her as he caught the damp, warm button of her clit between his thumb and forefinger. Instantly the racing need soared in her loins, causing the creamy, sticky fluid of her passion to begin to flow from her fevered pit.
"Ummm, Henry, ohhh, yeah, good," she moaned, thrusting her cunt suddenly against his hand, grinding it back and forth in an urgent fashion. "More, Henry, make me feel more! Oooo, so nice, so very nice!"
The old man chuckled, now, pleased that he could create such wanting in the young girl. Eagerly he ran his fingers over her now damp and trembling pussy lips. The traveling digits were soon slippery and wet with her love juice, and the heat of her wanting seeped from her loins, baking his fingers delightfully.
Henry's hands were hungry for her pussy, now, and they began to pinch and tug at her cunt petals demandingly, rubbing them back and forth, making them quiver and flutter under his caress.
Tenderly he slipped a single finger beyond the warm, wet lips that guarded her cunt and the girl cried out in pleasure as she felt the hard, gnarled prong penetrate her darling, taut chamber.
He slithered it quickly along her hot, wet passage, rolling and twisting it as he buried it to the hilt inside of the girl. She sobbed with the aching passion that she felt, and flexed her pussy muscles greedily around the plunging tool.
He buried it to the hilt in her darling tunnel, and scraped idly at her slippery, inner walls, as his other hand continued to fondle her small, round breasts. He squeezed the precious globes, lovingly, and pinched the nipples tenderly between his fingers.
She shivered and sobbed, burying her head in the nape of his neck and kissing his ancient flesh hungrily, now. She moaned as she felt his mouth suddenly begin to travel down over her soft, smooth skin, kissing the creamy, moist flesh of her neck with a greedy passion.
Slowly, the old man drew the girl down to the grassy bed beneath their feet. They disappeared beneath the tall grass and he laid her down on her back, gently spreading her thighs apart with his hands.
"You make me feel so damn alive, little Sarah," the old man laughed, his voice shaken with the passion he was feeling. "I mean really alive, Sarah, so damn alive, I don't know whether I can stand it!"
The girl laughed happily and gave his prick another gentle, yet firm squeeze. She loved feeling the shaft throbbing in her grip, and she could not wait to experience the thrill of his being deep within her fevered pussy.
Her lithe, supple legs were quivering violently, opening � and closing in an unconscious and spastic fashion. Hungrily he ran his fingers up and down over her cunt once more, then quickly slithered two of the spears back inside of her.
Gently he began to pump the invading tools in and out of her hot, gripping chamber. He rolled and turned them against her hot, steaming tunnel walls, enjoying the way her pussy muscles quivered and contracted around the plunging spears.
His mouth now roamed greedily over her breasts, licking and kissing the tiny spheres, lathering her pert, rosy nipples with the tip of his raspy tongue. She shivered and moaned, rocking from side to side as he attacked her boobs, her body growing more and more wanting with every moment that passed.
She thrust her pussy up against his hand and drew his head tight to her tiny globes with one of her own. She moaned as she felt his teeth fasten around one of her nipples, sucking the tender, delicate nugget into his mouth and holding it prisoner there.
She groaned thickly as his tongue darted and stabbed against her quivering nugget, his teeth gobbling more of her breast into his oral cavity. Soon he was sucking on almost all of the alabaster mound and she was writhing under the intense pleasure of his attentive mouth.
She powered her adorable hand up and down on his cock, trying to match the rhythmic pumping of his fingers riding determinedly in and out of her pussy. She sighed with a delicious satisfaction as she felt her cunt growing hotter and hotter under his assault, and she knew her pleasure was only beginning.
"Ummm, deeper, Henry, harder, please," she sighed softly, in a thick, tortured tone of voice. "Oooo, so good, so damn good! Yes, that's it, yes, yes, yes!"
The old man was almost beside himself with lust, now, and he powered his fingers in and out of her with increasing rhythm and force. Relentlessly he attacked her breasts and loins, eager to feel the young girl quaking uncontrollably in the angry grip of her lust and desire.
He could feel her fingers tugging on his cock, yanking on his balls, trying to draw him over her thighs and between her legs. He knew that her passion was reaching an almost fevered pitch, and it thrilled him to realize how much she wanted him.
"Ohhh, Sarah, dear little Sarah, you don't know what you are doing to me, honey," he gasped in an almost unintelligible tone of voice. "God, this is marvelous, just marvelous honey!"
She laughed once more and yanked his prick back and forth in a demanding fashion. "Ummm, fuck me, Henry," she whispered passionately. "Umm, come on and fuck me, now! I want to fuck you now, please, now!"
She was pulling on his shaft so hard and so determinedly, that he could do little more than follow her lead and slither his body swiftly over and between her warm, smooth thighs.
He groaned as he settled down between the damp, quivering limbs, feeling her flesh pulsating against his own, and the demanding heat pouring from her loins, searing his belly as he lay against the creamy, throbbing mound.
Tenderly he licked her tits with the tip of his tongue. He kissed the end of each pink little nipple, and pumped his fingers relentlessly in and out of her hot, gripping passage, stroking her almost into a sexual hysteria.
Her cunt was quaking so wildly around his fingers, that he was sure she was reaching an almost unbearable state of passion. She shuddered and groaned, thrashing from left to right beneath him, pulling on his cock even more urgently now.
"Ohh, God, Sarah, God, do I ever want you, now," the old man gasped. He buried his face between her smallish breasts and nibbled at her alabaster flesh, hungrily. "It's all I can think of, honey, all I can think of, now!"
"Umm, then come and do it, please," she moaned, thrusting her cunt hungrily at his groin. "Please, Henry, ohhh, please, let's fuck, now, right now!"
Slowly the old man rose up over the girl's quivering body. He gently freed her fingers from his cock, and replaced them with his own.
He adjusted his position between her damp, trembling thighs, squirming his way forward until he was comfortably lying against her hot, wet hillock, guiding his cock toward the warm, slippery place he desired.
She moaned in anticipation as she felt his free hand parting her slippery, hot pussy lips. She gasped as he slipped the huge, thick head of his cock between them, thrusting forward to drive it home.
Sarah cried out in delight under the aching penetration. At last he was slowly driving his cock into her tight, warm pussy, filling her cunt completely with the throbbing, powerful weapon of his manhood.
"Yes, ohhh, God, yes, deeper, all the way," she sobbed, twisting and turning under the rapid invasion, thrusting her cunt up to meet the plunging tool. "Ummm, it's so nice, so nice in there, Henry!"
The old man shuddered in pleasure, grinding his belly against the girl's as he buried himself to the hilt in her taut, wet passage. Her cunt seemed to wrap itself around his cock, snugly, and the fit was perfect as his cock sunk into her.
Her pussy fluttered wildly around his buried shaft, her cunt muscles quaking and squeezing him with growing demand. He lay inside of her, just experiencing the thrill of her undulating loins, content to merely feel all the marvelous sensations that he could enjoy.
"Ahhh, it feels so good inside you, darling Sarah," he groaned, shuddering in an involuntary spasm as the harsh, steaming tremor of greed roared through him. "Ahhh, so nice and hot and tight, little darling! So good indeed!"
"Fuck me, fuck me hard," the fifteen-year-old sobbed, thrusting her cunt up at his loins in an angry shudder of love. "Now, ohhhh, God, Henry, fuck me hard, hard, hard right now!"
The old man slid his hands down along the sides of her body, kneading and gripping her flesh as he went along. When he reached the soft, smooth curve of her adorable hips, he slipped his fingers beneath her ass and cupped her buttocks, lovingly.
Gently he sank his digits into her warm, spongy half moons, gripping them firmly in his hands. He pulled her loins tight to his, bucking forward and grinding his cock suddenly in the hot, quaking depths of her cunt.
Now, he slowly began to ride his prick in and out of her wet, slippery tunnel. He groaned with pleasure as he felt her kneading his cock with her pussy muscles, and rocking her body gently back and forth beneath him.
He pulled his prick to the edge of her pussy, then slithered it back to the depths of her cunt once more. She screamed in pleasure, bucking her cunt hard against him again, sobbing as the cock began to pump rhythmically in and out of her, now.
Harder and harder the old man powered his meat along her tight, wet passage. He felt her using all her body to urge him on, her own darling little hands now kneading his buttocks, clutching at his flesh, passionately.
The rhythmic pumping became more and more frenzied, now, as the seething lust that was burning in both of them began to take complete control of their bodies and minds. They crashed and rolled back and forth in the grass, caught by the angry lust of their desire.
His prick slithered in and out of her smoothly, now, fully lubricated by the thick, creamy juice of her passion that swirled about his raging tool. He powered it violently along her inner chamber, grinding his belly hard against her own.
Each time their flesh met, a loud, wet smack rang pleasingly in their ears, followed by an amusing pop as their bodies parted once more. He kneaded and massaged her ass with his fingers, clutching her soft, tender buttocks fiercely in his grip.
His cock seemed to fill her womb to bursting, and it pounded so wildly inside of her that she thought it might burst from his greedy wanting. She thrilled to the throbbing demand she could feel in his flesh, and she ached to have him come in her cunt as quickly as she could force him to.
She threw herself at him hungrily, now, grinding her belly and loins tightly against his, rocking enticingly back and forth as she gripped and squeezed his shaft with her young, strong muscles.
The old man could feel her pussy closing down around his cock, drawing tight as her desire burned higher in her loins. He moaned softly, bucking into her a few more times, feeling his own passion climbing steadily toward its moment of explosion.
His prick ached with an unbelievable ecstasy, now, tortured with an exquisite agony he had long forgotten. Every stroke that he took made the come boil hotter in his balls and the flesh of his cock bum with need.
Now he drove his shaft in and out her in a frenzy of greed. He could barely see her lovely, young face through the mist of passion in front of his eyes, and his whole body seemed poised on the brink of a massive eruption in his loins.
The young girl sobbed and shivered, rocking her head back and forth in the grass, thrusting herself against him again and again. She felt her pussy throbbing with pleasure, almost too intense for her to bear, and she groaned as the orgasm that was building inside of her reached its most powerful point.
"Ohh, God, yes, going to come, Henry, yes," she sobbed, thrusting her pussy hard against the old man's driving shaft. "Ummm, so nice, Henry, going to come so nice! Yes, ohhh, yes, yes, yes!"
The old man drove his cock into her wildly, now, as he felt her pussy muscles quaking around the plunging tool. She screamed softly, hugging him tightly to her lithe frame as the climax burst in the depths of her lovely, hot cunt.
Her thick, creamy come swirled delightfully around his shaft, coating the raging weapon with its warm, sticky passion. He groaned thickly, pumping his meat into her over and over again, thrilling to the way she was completely consumed by her release.
Now she began to work on his plunging tool with a determined need. She wanted him to feel the same as she, at that moment, and she desperately squeezed his cock with her muscles and thrust herself into him hungrily.
"Now, Henry, come in me, now," she moaned, almost in tears from the aching pleasure of her release. "Ohhh, God, I need it, now! Right now, Henry, come in me, right now!"
The old man could barely breathe any longer, so powerful and violent were the surging sensations he was experiencing. He drove deep into her pussy, burying the cock in the depths of her loins, gasping as the moment took hold.
The girl felt his shaft quaking in the pit of her cunt, then felt him bucking back and forth in a wild, urgent manner. He was groaning and sobbing, thrusting in and out of her uncontrollably as the climax exploded in his balls and the hot, thick come began to spurt from the head of his tortured meat.
"Ahhh, coming in you, Sarah, coming in you, now," Henry croaked, his voice greedy and weak with passion. "Ahhh, so good in my little granddaughter, coming in her so good, right now!"
The come shot and seared her flesh, swirling and mingling with her own, until the creamy waves of fluid spilled over from her pit and stained their quivering thighs.
Both of them shuddered and thrashed on the grass, deeply caught by the throes of the ecstasy they were experiencing. Again and again the orgasms tore through them, until finally, the old man collapsed across her body and the two of them were breathing heavily, gasping for breath.
The tremors of pleasure lingered in their loins, rippling through them as they lay there. Everything around them was calm and peaceful and the old man felt as if life were just beginning for him all over again.
Then, as the dream melted away, the old man moaned quietly and rolled over on his side. He blinked and opened his eyes, smiling at the fading memory of the dream. His hand slipped down between his legs and groped for his cock.
He found the shaft, slippery and sticky with the come of his dream, and he smiled. He almost laughed as he wiped his fingers on the sheet and snuggled down into a comfortable position once again.
He laughed when he wondered what his son would think of his old man having wet dreams at his age. He probably would think it was disgusting. But that was Frank, a real tight-ass if there ever was one. That's why he wasn't going to get the farm. Not while Henry was alive, at any rate.
As the old man closed his eyes again, the smile remained on his lips. Sleep came to him quickly, as it always did these days, and he felt the soothing rush of quiet and calm coming over him, rapidly.
Just before he drifted off, he spoke a single word. He said, "Sarah," in a soft, contented voice, the faint glimmer of a smile on his old, weather beaten lips as he slept again. He slept in peace, with a soft, satisfied smile on his lips.
CHAPTER TWO
"The son of a bitch shit in the ventilators again," growled Frank Carney.
Sarah Carney glanced up from her bowl of cereal and gave her uncle a nervous look. She could sense, already, that this was going to be one of those days when there would be just no talking to him.
She watched as Frank paced back and forth across the kitchen, raging louder and louder with every passing moment. Her Aunt Carol was standing by the stove, saying nothing, merely shaking her head sadly.
Frank grabbed the fifty-year-old woman by the arm and turned her around to face him. "How much more, Carol, tell me that, how much more do you need?" he hissed.
"Frank, Frank, calm down, you'll give yourself a fit, acting this way," Carol Carney sighed. "What's done is done, nothing can help that, and you know it."
Her nephew glared at her, grimly. "Sure, sure, you can say that, meanwhile, I'm supposed to run this place, keep a God damn roof over our heads."
"He just made a mistake," Sarah prompted, immediately regretting she had opened her mouth to say anything.
Frank spun on his heels and glared, at the girl. "Sure, go ahead, excuse him another time," he spat, shaking his head angrily. "I'm getting tired of his mistakes, little miss, I can tell you that!"
"Well, Frank, he is an old man, you know," sighed Carol Carney, hating the fact that she had to refer to her older brother that way. "You have to make allowances for him, you know."
"That's exactly it," growled Frank, slamming his palm down hard on the kitchen table, almost upsetting Sarah's glass of milk. "He's an old man, getting older. Pretty soon, he won't know where he is anymore!"
"That's not true!" shouted Sarah, leaping up from her chair and knocking it over behind her. "Henry is getting better every day, and you know it, you're just mean and greedy, that's all!"
Frank spun on his heels and eyed his niece with a vicious, angry eye. He shook his head and smacked his fist into his palm. "You are getting a little too big for your britches around here, little miss," he hissed. "I've been noticing that for quite some time."
"I know all about what you have been saying in town," Sarah replied, not giving an inch under his threatening glare. "I know the stories you've been telling about grandpa, and I think you're hateful!"
"It might be time to take you down a peg or two, little one," warned Frank, his fingers clutching at his belt buckle. "It just might be time to teach you a little respect for your elders!"
Cautiously the girl backed around the table. Frank was slipping his belt from the loops of his pants when the door to his father's bedroom opened with a harsh creak and his father stood there in his pajamas.
"What's all the shouting about in here?" he asked in a sleep-thickened voice. "Man can't seem to get his rest around here."
All three of the other people glanced at him, and the old man ran his gaze over all of them, Taking in the mood and tension of the scene. He nodded to himself and lifted up his hand to beckon to the girl.
"Come over here to me, Sarah," he said softly, his voice warm and gentle. "Come here and give your grandpa a big hug and a kiss, will you?"
Eagerly the girl skipped over to where the old man was standing and embraced him affectionately. He hugged her to him and smiled absently as he ran his hand up and down her delicate spine.
"You were saying something about me, Frank?" Henry asked his son. Their eyes met and each of them seemed determined not to look away first. "I think if you got something on your mind, you ought to tell me about it, not go scaring little girls with the big, brave man you are!"
"Go to hell, old man," his son hissed. He glared at his aunt. "I'll be back late, don't hold dinner. And you, my little niece, you can get to work on the barn, it's a mess! I want it cleaned up before I get back."
With that he turned and left the house, slamming the screen door behind him. Henry watched his son go, the sadness in his eyes clearly obvious to his granddaughter as she gazed up into them.
"Poor old Frank, always did seem to get upset over the tiniest thing," he chuckled absently. He shook his head once more. "Don't know where he got that, not from me, maybe from his mother, though I don't remember her being that way, do you, Carol?" His sister laughed in relief, glad that the scene was over. "No, of course not, Henry, you know how sweet Lyla was," she chuckled. "Why that woman wouldn't raise her voice to the devil himself. She was as kind and considerate as you are."
The old man laughed and hugged his young granddaughter tighter to his chest. "You see, Sarah, you see how that sister of mine humors me?" he cackled happily.
"And you are too getting better," Sarah said stubbornly, wiping a strand of hair out of her eyes and stifling a sob. "I know you are Henry, Frank's just mean, that's all!"
The old man shook his head and sighed. "No, no, you mustn't think that way, honey," he told the girl. He pushed her away until he was holding her at arms length and gazed at her seriously.
"Frank's just got his own troubles, Sarah, that's all," he told her quietly. "You have to remember that you're just a little girl, honey, and your Uncle is a grown up man with all the responsibilities that entails. You musn't judge him too harshly, Sarah, you musn't do that."
The young girl sighed and nodded silently. "I'll try to remember that, Henry," she whispered determinedly. "I really, honestly will try and remember that."
The old man smiled and bent over to kiss his granddaughter's forehead. "That's my Sarah, that's my girl," he chuckled warmly. "Now you go out and take care of that barn, honey. So your uncle won't have a conniption when he gets back!"
Sarah nodded again then went out of the house and into the barn. She hated it in there, with all the smells and the waste she had to clean up. For what seemed like the millionth time in her life, she realized she wasn't geared toward farming.
When her parents died, she was only a little girl, and there were only two places she could have gone. Either to her Aunt Lois's or her Uncle Frank's. She had no idea how she ended up with Uncle Frank, but she often wished she had gone to Aunt Lois instead.
She never really felt at home here, never really felt any love or warmth from her uncle. Only her grandfather gave her the feeling of being wanted, even her great aunt didn't seem as close to her as he.
She began shoveling the waste from the floor, gasping and groaning as she lifted shovel after shovel of the dank smelling stuff. It was hard work and in a matter of a few minutes, she was sweating buckets and wondering, idly, if she could strip off some of her clothing to make herself more comfortable.
She often worked semi-nude and sometimes completely naked. It gave her a feeling of freedom not to be all bound up in clothing, and though she knew other people might think it strange, she didn't care, as long as nobody caught her at it.
She nodded determinedly, then, and quickly stripped off her shirt and the shapeless bra she had been wearing. She debated about her jeans, then tugged them free, also, leaving only her panties and sneakers on.
God, that felt so much better! She smiled for the first time all morning, it seemed, and began to hum a pleasing tune as she worked. At once the task did not appear so difficult and unrewarding and she busily did her job, now, without hating it as much.
She was working for about an hour when she felt a strange sense of being watched come over her. She looked up from her work and suddenly spun around to catch a fleeting image darting out of sight behind the barn door.
Instantly she reached for her shirt hanging over a railing and called out in an angry voice. "Okay, Jimmy Parker, you've had your little show, now quit spying on me," she growled. "I know you're out that, did you get a good look?"
A laugh came from behind the barn door, and a few moments later, a tall, thin young boy a year older than she stepped into view. He had a cocky manner, though not a way of carrying himself that was obnoxious.
"Pretty good, but you moved around too fast," he chuckled, entering the barn. "If you had stood still a little more often, I could have made a much better examination!"
Sarah buttoned up her shirt, but did not bother with her jeans, she watched as Jimmy flopped right down on a pile of hay, while she leaned against the beam in the center of the barn.
"I'm sorry, Jimmy, I certainly wouldn't want to be the one to limit your information," she said dryly. "After all, I know how steamed up you boys are at your age."
Jimmy laughed. He was used to such joking abuse from her and it did not bother him a bit. "Don't get the idea I'm drooling over you, Sarah Carney," he snorted. "I don't need to gaze at your perfect body all that much, I've seen it before!"
Sarah laughed and flopped down in the hay beside the boy. That was true enough, she'd gone skinny dipping a number of times with him, and neither of them had anybody secrets from each other.
She liked the boy, he was quite different from most of the others. Jimmy had never made any sexual overtures to her at all, aside from a couple of drunken kissing sessions they had had over the past couple of years.
She was sure that he was as virginal as she, and probably ten times hornier, yet he never forced his affections on her at all. She had often wondered about that, but somehow, had never gotten around to asking him why.
"Am I sexy to you, Jimmy?" she asked, suddenly. She turned her head to see his reaction to the question, and immediately felt the color rushing to her cheeks.
He gazed at her quizzically. "Yeah, sure, why do you ask?"
"Well, you've never tried to do anything," she said, slowly, trying to be very careful in her choice of words. "I mean, except for a couple of times, you never tried anything with me at all."
Jimmy laughed, with just a trace of bitterness in his voice. "Hell, Sarah, you aren't interested in that, anyway," he told her. "I've never felt like you cared one way or the other, and if you don't care, then all it would do is mess up our friendship, right?"
Sarah pondered the question. While it was true that pushing her into any experience would have hurt both of them, she was more intrigued by the question of what she truly wanted than anything else.
"It's not true, really," she replied after a moment. She wrapped her slender, graceful arms around her legs and drew them tight to her chest. "I mean, I've thought about it, too, you know."
Jimmy sighed, shaking his head as if he were bored with the topic. "Well, thinking and doing are two different things, Sarah," he said matter-of-factly. "And if you don't want to do anything, I always figure, why bother to start?"
Sarah couldn't argue with that, but now she was beginning to feel distinctly bothered by the subject. She had been masturbating on and off for a year now, with very little guilt, because, unknown to everyone else, she and her grandfather had talked about sex a lot.
Henry might be seventy-two years old, but her certainly didn't think like an old fuddy duddy. He had listened to Sarah's questions, and told her quite honestly and seriously that she had nothing to be ashamed of.
"The body is a marvelous thing, Sarah," he had said. "It can provide you with a great deal of pleasure. You just have to be sure you're doing what's best for yourself, that's all."
He had gone on to tell her not to feel guilty about touching herself, giving herself the pleasure she wanted and needed. Moreover, he had told her to have fun, experiment, above all make sure that her heart was not guided by her flesh.
So now, she sat there, beside this warm, attractive and good friend, and wondered why she had bothered waiting so long to see what sex was like with another person. Jimmy was the perfect partner for her, now, she decided.
She placed her hand on Jimmy's leg and looked him deeply in the eyes. "Let's do it, then," she said softly, the tone of her voice so calm and controlled that she realized at once, he didn't really understand her meaning.
"Just don't go falling in love with me, or anything, you jerk," she chuckled mockingly. "I'm only interested in finding out what happens."
Jimmy just sat there, staring at her, still confused. He heard what she had been saying, but he had forced his desire for down so deep inside of him over the past couple of years, that it was very nearly buried completely, by now.
She bent forward and experimentally pressed her lips to his. The boy shuddered a bit with the sudden contact, moaning slightly as the soft, pliant petals moved gently over his, kissing him with a warm, tender passion.
He felt her arms slithering around his neck, pulling his body a little closer to hers, and her lips fluttering and quivering with a growing passion as she kissed him. Neither of them had done much, if anything, beyond a lot of reading, and they were both a little scared, of doing something wrong.
"Come on, Jimmy, loosen up," she moaned, pulling her head from his. "I'm serious about this, I want to try everything, don't you? Now let's relax and have some fun!"
The boy moaned and shivered as he felt a harsh, compelling tremor ripple through his balls. He still couldn't believe this was happening. He smiled, but it was a trembling grin that creased his lips.
"Are sure about this, Sarah?" he sighed, shaking his head fiercely. "I mean, I don't want to get started and then have to quit in the middle, you know? I'd just rather forget it if it comes to that."
She knew he was not trying to pressure her, but merely facing facts. She hadn't given him any clear indications of her desires in the past, and there was truly no reason right then for him to believe she was serious.
Calmly she unbuttoned her shirt once again and pulled the garment from her shoulders. She sat just inches from him, now, her lovely, young breasts rising and falling rhythmically with her steady breathing, jiggling in an enticing fashion.
"What do you think, dummy?" she said sourly. She reached out and took hold of his hand, guiding it to her breasts. "Am I going to have to do everything, here?"
The young boy groaned loudly in passion as he felt the first, heady rush of pleasure when his fingers made contact with her soft, warm flesh. He had ached for months to touch her like this, but had never dared. Now all the desire he had kept in check, began to spill out in the face of this opportunity.
"Ahh, Jesus, Sarah," he groaned, leaning forward and pressing his lips lightly against hers once more, while his fingers just barely encircled the offered boob. "You just don't have any idea, baby!"
Sarah shivered as the boy began to knead and caress her small, pliant spheres. Her boobs were hardly more than buds on her chest, but already they had a roundness and firmness to them that gave every indication of becoming nothing less than perfect with time.
She shuddered spasmodically as Jimmy's fingers gripped and squeezed her mounds, creating sensations in her flesh, unlike anything she had ever felt before. She groaned thickly when she felt the young man catch one of her nipples between his fingers and give the tiny, rosy pebble a tender pinch.
"Oooo, that's nice, Jimmy, ummm, I like that," she whispered happily, quivering with the heady, sudden sensation of warmth that began to ripple through her loins. "Umm, do that some more, please, ahhh, it feels so good!"
Her mouth mashed against his, now, kissing him hungrily. She felt his tongue greedily tapping at her teeth, slithering back and forth, trying to pry them apart. Willingly she opened her mouth, allowing his eager dart to slither past her teeth and begin to attack her own moist, pink arrow.
The two tongues danced and lashed at each other, teasingly, rolling and entwining as the young people kissed. Their bodies drew tight together, and Jimmy's hand now grew more sure of itself, more relaxed in the manner in which he caressed her darling boobs.
Both of them were feeling things that were familiar, but ten times more intense than anything they had experienced in the past. Certainly each of them had touched themselves, masturbated and the like, but never had they felt their bodies being caressed and explored by another person, and it was more than enough to make them feel light-headed and aching with each passing moment.
As Jimmy kissed her, his free hand began to travel over her back, kneading and massaging her narrow, rippling spine. He loved the way her body seemed to shudder and jerk uncontrollably beneath his touch, and it thrilled him to realize that he was creating this pleasure in her flesh.
Gently he ran the tips of his fingers around the luscious, soft curve of her hips, slithering the greedy digits down along the top of her thigh, scratching idly at the warm, trembling limb.
The young girl moaned quietly, the sudden, thrilling rush of liquid passion racing through her, now, as Jimmy's fingers danced along her smooth, tapered thigh. She felt her loins beginning to throb in a familiar, demanding fashion, and she realized that she wanted these sensations to do nothing more than continue and even heighten if possible.
She dropped her legs back down and parted them a bit, giving the boy more room to maneuver. She sighed contently as she felt his hand riding along her inner thighs, now, kneading and pinching her damp, quivering flesh as they went along.
Absently, she stared down at Jimmy's crotch and noticed that a hard lump was beginning to form at the center of his trousers. She watched it for a moment, and could swear she saw it beating against the confinement of the garment.
Naturally, she had seen his penis before, had even seen Henry's a couple of times, when he had gotten up in the middle of the night and wandered around the house stark naked until she put him back to bed.
She wasn't going to be shocked by seeing a male organ, but she had never seen one fully erect and pounding with the kind of passion she knew the boy was experiencing. She had to admit to herself, that even the sight of it was going to turn her on.
Tentatively she dropped one of her hands to his lap, and lazily ran the tips of her fingers up and down along the length of the growing mound. The boy's reaction was sudden and intense.
"Ahh, Christ, Sarah," Jimmy gasped as she pressed the tips of her fingers against the front of his jeans. He jerked spasmodically, as if she had poked him with a hot iron. "Ohh, God, God!"
He shuddered violently, bending into her and kissing her with more hunger than before. His fingers began to knead her breasts more passionately, yet with no loss of tenderness at all, and his other hand began to explore her inner thighs with more determination, now.
"Well, at least that got you interested," she laughed, her voice thicker than she would have imagined, more tight with the passion she was feeling, now.
Jimmy chuckled along with her, slithering his hand up and over her panties, suddenly, pressing his fingers tightly against her quaking mound. At once she understood his reaction to her caress, for the violent spasm of pleasure that tore through her, almost made her scream with delight and thrash uncontrollably in the hay.
Eagerly the boy began to knead and caress her cunt through the sheer material of her panties. He could feel the heat of her rising desire seeping from her loins and the creamy liquid of her wanting was beginning to soak through her garment and coat his fingers with its sticky greed.
Now she began to squeeze his expanding tool through his jeans. She gripped it in her fingers and methodically opened and closed her fist around the rod, slowly working her way along the growing shaft.
She could feel the blood beginning to pound through the shaft, making it quake and throb against her fingers and palm in a most pleasing fashion. She could hear his soft, urgent groans of pleasure as she fondled and massaged him, and she found it most satisfying to be the one making him this lustful.
She could not begin to think of what it must look like, and her fingers urgently fumbled with his jeans, trying desperately to tear his belt loose and pull his zipper down at the same time.
"I want to see it, Jimmy," she whispered breathlessly, finally sliding the zipper free. "I want to see what it looks like all hard and excited!"
"Jesus, Sarah, I want to see you, too," he groaned, almost as if in a battle to tear away from her and remain, also. "I can't stand all this clothing, on!"
Quickly Sarah slipped her thumbs into her panties and rapidly ran the unwanted garment down over her legs and feet. She threw them aside and stared at him impatiently. He shook his head and moaned, then tore at his own clothing in a frenzy until he was finally sitting naked beside her.
Sarah gazed down at the thick, hard pole between his legs, her belly rumbling with excitement as she watched the shaft throbbing visibly, slapping back and forth against the boy's thighs.
It seemed so alive to her, that she could barely tear her eyes from it. She reached out with her small, slender hand and took hold of the shaft tenderly. The boy groaned with pleasure and almost jerked away from her in response.
"Ummm, it's nice, Jimmy," she giggled in a girlish fashion. She closed her fist around his cock then opened her hand once more. "I love how big and powerful it feels! Ooo, it's marvelous, Jimmy, just marvelous!"
Groaning thickly, the young boy returned his hands to her body, now, cupping her breasts with one, gently exploring her loins with the other. Her flesh seemed on fire to him, now, damp with the sweat of passion and the moist, creamy juice that flowed from her virginal loins.
The heat that poured from her cunt was astounding, almost unbelievable to him. Hesitantly he rode the tips of his fingers over the rim of her throbbing hillock, listening with pleasure to her soft, quiet moans.
He loved how her cunt seemed to quiver and dance with every caress of his hand. It was obvious to him that he was the direct source of her pleasure and it thrilled him to know that the mere touch of his fingers could get the girl so excited.
Sarah felt his cock pounding wildly in her fist now, and it seemed almost as if she could actually gauge the rising of his desire as she squeezed and worked her fingers along the pounding tool.
She pinched the thick, quaking tip of his shaft between her thumb and forefinger and tenderly sliced her fingernails back and forth around the surface of his shaft. Her free hand slithered beneath the thrashing tool, and cupped, lovingly around his taut, hairy ball bag.
Lovingly she gave the pounding sack as soft, gentle squeeze. She rolled the hard, pounding stones of his balls over her fingers in a teasing fashion and laughed softly as the sounds of agonized pleasure that tore from his lips.
Her own body was growing more and more aching with desire as she felt his urgent fingers exploring her wet, warm loins. Gently he slithered his fingers around the twitching button of her clit, and when they brushed over the juicy nugget, she almost screamed with the sensations she felt from the contact.
"Oooo, there, that thing, Jimmy, ummm," she groaned, her voice so twisted that she barely recognized it. "Touch that some more, darling, ahhh, yes, right there!"
Jimmy knew what a clit was, and what it was for, and he tenderly began to pinch and roll the important nub back and forth in a determined manner. She bucked and shuddered so violently under the caress that he could barely keep his fingers where they should be under her powerful reaction.
He felt her hand pumping slowly up and down on his cock, now, squeezing and tugging on his shaft as she methodically took him higher and higher on a dizzy plane of ecstasy. The sensation of her fingers on his flesh was almost more than he could bear, and he groaned thickly as she continued to work on his quaking shaft.
Never before in his life had his cock ached so demandingly, had his pleasure been so exquisitely agonizing. It felt as if his prick were about to burst from desire and his balls explode in need.
He moved his mouth quickly down over her smooth, elegant neck, kissing and lathering her flesh with his lips and tongue as he drew near to her small, precious globes. Lovingly he wrapped his lips around one tiny, pert nipple and sucked the tender nugget into his hungry mouth.
The girl shrieked in delight as she felt him sucking and lathering her imprisoned nugget. The tearing pleasure of his attack was so powerful that it made her weak with desire and she mashed her breasts tightly against his eager mouth.
"Ohh, yeah, ummm, good, Jimmy, so good," she sighed, working harder on his cock and balls, squeezing and tugging on his throbbing flesh with abandon. "More, please, Jimmy, do lots more!"
Now, Jimmy's fingers became more bold at her loins. He slithered them back and forth along her slippery, warm cunt petals, pinching and rubbing the tender folds of flesh between them.
Her pussy shuddered and quaked under his attentive and affectionate assault and her lovely, moist thighs quivered uncontrollably, opening and closing against his hand in a spasmodic manner.
Gently he slipped two fingers inside of her quaking tunnel, carefully riding them into the hot, taut chamber. She screamed in pleasure, thrusting her pussy up hard against the invading digits, thrilling completely to the sudden and delicious penetration of her virginal womb.
Never in her life had she ever felt anything like this. Her cunt seemed to wrap itself around his probing digits, quaking violently under the attack. She felt his thumb rubbing back and forth across her clit and the twin sensations of his invasion and attentive caress were almost overwhelming.
She felt him driving his fingers deep inside of her, now, the journey only stopping when the tips of the digits bumped into her taut, unyielding virginity. She winced in pain, but merely sighed, not wishing to alarm him.
His mouth was hungrily licking and sucking on her breasts, now, nibbling at her alabaster flesh with growing need. She loved the feeling of his tongue slithering back and forth against her nipples, making them tremble and ache with ever increasing delight.
She felt his hand gently pushing her down on her back and she eagerly complied, lying in the soft, comfortable hay, thrilled to do little more than continue to squeeze and massage his cock and balls, while he attended to her fevered loins.
His fingers were now gently riding in and out of her, while his thumb rolled a steady circle over her clit. His lips slithered over her stomach, and his tongue stabbed, wickedly, at her navel.
She giggled in pleasure and shuddered as the spasms ripped through her. She had a vague idea of what his intentions were, and she ached with anticipation as she felt his lips riding gently over her belly, drawing near to her hot, pulsating mound.
"Ohh, Jimmy, Jimmy, this is so nice," she moaned, swaying from left to right as the boy's eager mouth kissed its way through the sparse tufts of hair that covered her quaking hillock. "Ummm, you make me feel so damn good, Jimmy, so damn good!"
She felt him adjust his position, then, arranging his body so that he could have a comfortable, clear access to her loins. She realized, with a shock, that he was no longer concerned with his own pleasure, but now deeply interested in making her feel good.
She sighed in pleasure as his lips rode over her cunt mound, and his tongue darted and stabbed at her taut, twitching clit. The spark of painful delight that she felt under his tongue, was almost more than she could stand. She sobbed in pleasure and gave his cock the hardest squeeze yet.
Jimmy was totally wrapped up in the way the girl was responding to his actions. His cock ached with wanting and his balls pounded fiercely, but he was well aware that an orgasm could happen for him at any time, and he was more concerned now with bringing her to the same fevered pitch of passion.
Hungrily he slithered his tongue back and forth along her cunt lips, licking and nibbling on the moist, warm petals with a growing frenzy. The young girl gasped as the awesome waves of pleasure tore through her from his attack, making her jerk and thrust her cunt involuntarily against her greedy mouth.
Now she turned her head to her side and saw his cock pounding still in her open palm. She squirmed her body nearer to his, drawing his shaft to her full, succulent lips. She giggled a little to herself when she thought about what his reaction would be.
Lovingly she pursed the tender, adorable petals and pressed them passionately against the throbbing head of his meat. The boy groaned wildly at the contact, and shuddered uncontrollably as she began to kiss his fevered flesh.
She slithered her tongue around the surface of his engorged helmet, stabbing playfully at the huge head. She nibbled teasingly at the taut, warm pole, gently working her way up and down along the length of the pounding shaft.
"Ahh, Jesus, ohhh, God, that's good," he moaned, shuddering once again as the spasms of delight raced along his aching prong. "Ummm, damn, yeah, Sarah, more, do that some more, it's so fucking nice!"
Eagerly, now, the girl lathered his cock, slicing her tongue rapidly downward toward the root of his shaft. She could smell the dank, sour aroma of his greed rising from his loins and it tingled as deliciously in her nostrils as the odor of her own lust did in his.
Gently she parted her lips and sucked the taut, hairy sack of his balls into her warm, moist mouth. She locked her teeth against his flesh, slashing at the imprisoned stones in a wicked fashion.
Jimmy, now caught fast in the grip of a passion and desire so overpowering he could barely control himself, now, gasped in pleasure and attacked her pussy with increased passion and abandon.
He drove his tongue in and out of her wildly, slicing and slashing at her inner walls with a hungry need. He kneaded and caressed the soft, spongy half moons of her ass, drawing her pussy tight to his lips.
Stroke after stroke he drove into her, sucking the love juice from her womb and lathering her cunt in a frenzy. His balls throbbed so wildly that he could barely breathe with the desire he felt and he twisted and turned in an agony of bliss.
"Ahh, Jesus, Sarah, do my prick," he moaned, trying to push her head away from his balls with an urgent hand. "Do my prick, please, do it now!"
Quickly the young girl drew her mouth from his cock and worked her way rapidly up to the throbbing head of his shaft once more. She wrapped her lips around the tip of his prong and sucked it into her mouth, hungrily.
Jimmy sobbed with pleasure as he felt her slithering his cock down along the taut, silken passage of her throat, eagerly gathering as much of the huge spear into the velvet tunnel as she could take.
Never in his life had he felt like this and he shuddered uncontrollably as he felt the adorable young girl gently bobbing her head up and down on his tortured meat.
She twisted and turned, rhythmically powering the cock in and out of her mouth in a slow, steady fashion. Jimmy's tongue was now riding in and out of her cunt in perfect time with her, and in a matter of moments they were locking in a single rhythm of passionate attack.
Both of the youngsters were so caught up in their passion now, that nothing else seemed to matter to them at all. They attacked each other's loins with a frenzied passion, each determined to give and receive as much pleasure as possible.
From the way her pussy was throbbing and burning in such a familiar manner, Sarah could tell she was going to have an orgasm very, very soon. Even in the midst of her passion, she realized that she wanted to experience the thrill of him inside of her cunt and she pulled on the young boy, demandingly, now.
"Now, Jimmy, ummm, do it to me, now," she sobbed, thrashing and shoving his prick away from her, trying to turn his body around. "Put it in me, now, Jimmy, ummm, right now!"
The boy realized what she wanted and his cock was aching so badly, now, that he was sure that he had to do something quickly, or come just from sheer demand. He quickly slithered his body over her thighs and settled down between the warm, wet limbs.
He inched himself forward, feeling the thrill of her fingers greedily tugging on his prick, pulling it toward her awaiting chamber. He gasped as he felt Sarah urgently forcing his cock inside of her, the angry lust consuming her.
The first sensation of penetration was almost more than either of them could stand. They shuddered and cried out in pleasure, moaning in broken, labored tones as the boy gently slithered his aching tool along her taut, virginal tunnel.
"Ahh, so hot and tight, Sarah," groaned the boy, twisting and turning as he sunk his prick into her. "So warm and wonderful! Ohh, it's good, Sarah, being inside you is so damn good!"
The young girl could hardly think straight anymore. His prick seemed to feel so perfect in her womb, so snug a fit that she could not believe it. She bucked forward and hungrily kneaded his cock with her cunt muscles, pulling him into her until the fat, pounding head was tapping insistently against her maidenhead.
"Do it, do it, please," she whispered hungrily, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him tight to her lithe frame. "Don't waste any time, Jimmy, break it, now, right now, please!"
The young boy took a deep breath and withdrew three quarters of the way out of her tight, gripping tunnel. He could feel her womb quaking around his shaft, and her hips bucking insistently upward.
He gripped her buttocks in his hands and suddenly powered forward, slicing cleanly through the thin layer of flesh that kept him from the depths of her precious loins.
The sudden attack was so smooth and so quick, that Sarah barely felt a flash of pain or knew what was happening until he was buried to the hilt in her cunt and her virginity was suddenly a thing of the past.
She screamed in pleasure and relief that it had been so easy, and she thrust her groin tight to his, whispering hungrily and frantically in his ear.
"Ohhh, yeah, now, fuck me, now, Jimmy," she cooed sensuously, lathering his ear with the tip of her pink, pointed tongue. "Do it, Jimmy, ummm, do it to me, good!"
The boy felt as if his whole life had come down to this one, intense and delicious moment. He began to ride his cock in and out of her in steady, rhythmic thrusts, carefully rocking his shaft back and forth against her wet, warm canal as he pumped it in and out of her.
Her pussy fluttered and quaked around the plunging spear, kneading and massaging the prong as it assaulted her lovely cave. The sensation was delicious and the wild, careening pleasure only seemed to grow and grow with every passionate stroke that he took.
This was what she had been hoping for, what she had wanted. Now, nothing mattered but the ecstasy both of them could experience. Carefully she found the rhythm and pace of his fucking and joined him.
She rode up when he withdrew and slithered back down when he plunged. Each separate stroke was creating more and more fire in her pussy, and each time he buried himself completely inside of her, she thought she might faint from the sheer agonized pleasure of his attack.
She shuddered and moaned, rocking and twisting under the relentless thrust of his cock. Her cunt expanded and contracted around the driving shaft, kneading and urging him on with every marvelous stroke that he took.
She could feel her pussy growing hotter and tighter, nearing the moment of an explosion that she could not believe. She shuddered and sobbed, hugging him fiercely to her now as the moment she had been seeking had almost arrived.
"Ohh, Jimmy, Jimmy, I'm going to come," she sobbed, twisting and turning as the boy thundered into her again and again. "Ummm, yes, going to come, Jimmy, you're going to make me come right now!"
The boy felt her pussy suddenly erupting around his shaft. The come swirled and splashed around his tool, making his flesh even more sensitive than before. He rammed into her again and again, driving and grinding his belly against hers as the wild, overpowering pleasure tore through her.
The girl could hardly think of anything in that moment. Her passion and pleasure were so intense that she could only lay there, shuddering involuntarily as the spasms of tortured bliss roared along her inner walls.
She felt him pumping in and out of her more rapidly now, and she realized that he too was about to climax, so she worked on his prick with her muscles all the harder.
Jimmy bucked and shuddered, driving his cock deep into her pussy as the orgasm exploded in his balls. The waves of thick, hot come shot from his throbbing member, splashing against her slippery, hot tunnel walls, searing her flesh with the liquid of his aching love.
"Coming, I'm coming in you, now, Sarah," the boy moaned, his voice twisted and spent with relief. "Ahhh, Jesus, it's good, coming in you is so damn good!"
The two young people shivered and quaked in the hay, moaning and gasping as the powerful, intense waves of pleasure tore through them. They sobbed as the orgasms seemed to go on and on, and when they finally parted, each of them shuddering uncontrollably, they felt as if every ounce of energy and desire had been drained from them completely.
They lay in the hay, quivering with the delicious, lingering traces of their passion, still rippling through their bodies. Sarah's eyes were closed and she was stroking his chest, absently, with the tips of her fingers, while he was lovingly tracing a path along her inner thigh with his own.
She felt so peaceful, so fulfilled that she barely knew what else to think about other than the bliss she was experiencing. It seemed that Henry was right, after all, this was definitely the kind of thing she wanted to do more often.
As the two of them lay there, they were not aware of the old man stationed by the window, staring at them intently. There was a thin smile on his face and his heart was beating wildly. He had watched everything, and now, much to his surprise, he felt the long, lost desire returning to his loins.
He was happy for his granddaughter, to say the least, but a bit troubled by this return of passion. He didn't know what the hell he was going to do with it, but for the time being, he was just happy that he was feeling anything at all.
In the barn, the two young people drifted off to sleep and the old man turned to leave them to their rest. He made a mental note to make sure he woke them before Frank got home, then padded back into the house, sighing with the flood of memories of lust and desire that had invaded his mind.
CHAPTER THREE
Frank Carney felt as if he had endured enough. After all these years, he was tired, just plain tired, of dealing with his father.
It had been bad enough when Henry was in complete control of his mind, when he ruled the house and farm with an iron hand and drove his two sons like demons. That had been enough, but this, this was too much.
He was damn sick of being the one that had to carry the weight. The old bastard wouldn't turn the farm over to him in spite of all the arguments and everything else. The bastard was being stubborn to the end.
He was talking with his father, almost out of his mind with frustration and despair. "God damn it, you can't run a farm like you did in the old days," he groaned, slamming his fist down hard on the table. "It's a different time, old man, a different time!"
Henry shook his head wearily. "Now, Frank, I know how much you want to buy that new equipment," he said slowly, keeping his voice in control. "But it took me thirty years to get out of debt, I'm not going into it again!"
Frank stood up from the table, shaking with rage. "I'm not going under, old man," he hissed. "I'm not going to let this whole business sink just because you're too stupid and senile to recognize what's going on around you, anymore!"
"There's nothing wrong with my eyes, Frank," his father replied, evenly. "I still see pretty good, don't you worry about that."
"You know what's wrong with you?" his son growled through his teeth, leaning over and bending his face into the old man's. "You just can't let go, you just can't accept that your time is over."
"Maybe I don't think it is," Henry said, returning his son's steady, intense glare with his own. "I still got a few good years left."
"Bullshit," he son hissed. "You don't give a damn about anything but your own, selfish wants. You'll drag us all down instead of giving up the reins, you'll do it out of plain stubbornness!"
Henry watched as his son turned on his heels and stalked off out of the kitchen, leaving him sitting at the table with his granddaughter. He had gone out to waken her earlier, but she and Jimmy Parker were already finishing up the cleaning, so he did not bother to make his presence known.
Now he watched as her eyes followed his son's departure, the pretty, blue orbs tearing up with fear and sorrow. He smiled and reached out, patting her hand, affectionately, giving the slender limb a gentle squeeze.
"Don't worry yourself about Frank, so, honey," he told her. "His bark is always worse than his bite. Always has been. It'll blow over, I promise you."
Sarah smiled weakly at her grandfather. She knew he was telling her the truth, as he saw it, but she wondered. It seemed to her that Henry didn't realize how intense the situation was getting.
She felt she saw her uncle a lot clearer than Henry did, and it frightened her to death to think that that was so. It was obvious to her, that her uncle was growing more and more serious about putting her grandfather in a home, and it scared her more than anything had since the day they told her her parents had died.
To think of that wonderful old man stuck in a home, unable to get out except for a Sunday afternoon or two. He might be old and a little forgetful, she knew that, but that didn't seem like enough of a reason to put him away.
She couldn't remember how many times she had begged and promised Frank that she would watch out for Henry. She swore she would take care of him, that Frank wouldn't have to worry about a thing, but is just didn't seem to make any difference to her uncle. He wanted Henry gone.
The old man sitting across from her sighed and got up from the table. He went over to the stove and poured himself a cup of coffee, mixing in a little cream and sugar. He stood, silently, staring off into space, completely removed from the scene.
Sarah watched him with a thin smile on her lips. She knew he was drifting off, back into some warm, pleasing memory that comforted him. Sometimes these semi-trances would last for days, but she always thought of them as little trips inside of his head that he would take, rather than him forgetting who and where he was.
She knew she would have to keep an eye on him over the next few days. She would have to make sure he didn't get into any trouble, or Frank would really have a fit.
"Henry, Henry, are you there?" she whispered softly. The old man did not seem to hear her and she spoke louder. "If you haven't gone away, Henry, I think you'd better not go just yet."
The old man turned and smiled at her. "Always watching out for me, humm, Sarah?" he said, teasing her a little. "What's the matter, afraid your old grandpa will do something foolish?"
"No, Henry, I'm just worried about Frank, that's all," she sighed. She shook her head. "He's just really on edge now, and I don't want him flying off the handle!"
The old man nodded slowly. "I know, honey, I know," he said, shaking his head, wearily. "I don't know what gets into me, sometimes, but I'll try to be better, I promise, honey."
With that he took his cup of coffee into his bedroom and shut the door behind him. He lay down on his bed and folded his arms beneath his head and closed his eyes.
He chuckled softly. He was well aware of his granddaughter's concern about him, he knew, also, that he had these periodic lapses, the times when he would blank out.
Frank thought he never remembered anything, but he did, and only pretended not to, every now and then, because of embarrassment. He sighed and shook his head. There just wasn't any way to prevent them, so he didn't know what he could do to help.
Poor, Sarah, he thought, sighing heavily. The little girl was so concerned about him, so aching to help. Why, she would do just about anything for him, he was sure, and thinking that brought a rush of pleasure to his mind.
He was well aware of what he was thinking, about how he was finding an increasing desire for his granddaughter. He was neither ashamed or horrified by the thought, however, merely amused by it.
He had lived too long to find such things disturbing. He was a seventy-two-year-old man, and if he had the hots for his granddaughter, then it was nobody else's business as far as he was concerned.
He thought about his son Mark and moaned sadly. He had loved that boy, loved him so fiercely that he could barely stand it sometimes. When Mark and Judy, his wife, were killed, it had almost destroyed him, too.
Only little Sarah had helped him and his wife get through the pain and despair. Only her cheerful, kind and caring manner had been able to sustain them in their grief. And then, a couple of years ago, when his wife finally died, once again, the adorable child had saved him from insanity.
She was truly something special, and now, it seemed to Henry, he was slowly falling into the state of being that only lived for her happiness. If he could see the child living and growing in a normal, healthy manner, it would truly give his life a final meaning after all.
As for his son, well, there was not much to do about that. He and Frank had never really gotten along, and there did not seem to be any way to change that at this late date. He would have to be more tolerant and concerned from now on, it was the only way he could keep peace in the house.
He felt very, very weary at that moment, as if just thinking about this could drain his energy away. He sighed again and rolled on his side, slipping easily into a calm, dreamless sleep, unaware of what was happening outside the dark world he had fallen into.
In the living room, Frank was arguing intensely with his Aunt Carol. He stalked back and forth in front of her as she sat, trembling on the couch, trying hard to keep his voice down as he poured out his rage.
"I won't have it anymore, damn it, I won't, Carol," he hissed, stabbing his finger at her to make his point. "I'm fed up, he's getting worse and worse, and taking us into the toilet besides."
"Now, Frank, you don't know what you are saying," Carol Carney sighed, shaking her head. "You're father is old, perhaps a bit senile, too, but that's no reason to shut him away."
As calmly as he could, Frank knelt down in front of his aunt and took both of her pudgy hands in his. He stared into her eyes with a fierce intensity, trying hard to make her see his point.
"Don't you understand, Carol, we need this loan," he said evenly. "If we don't update this business, we are going to be ruined! He won't see that, won't borrow the money. Now what am I to do?"
"I ... I don't know, Frank," Carol sighed. She was so torn, so caught between the three of them, that she hardly knew what to think anymore. "It's ... it's all so confusing to me!"
"Just listen for a minute, Carol, just listen," he sighed. "He won't step aside and he has to, otherwise we go under, it's as simple as that!"
"So you put him in a home?" Carol sobbed, shivering with the horror of the thought. "You do that and it will kill him, Frank, you know it will!"
"I don't want to, I don't want to do that, and you know it," he moaned, shaking his head and standing once again. "But to survive, for all of us to survive, I have to, it's as simple as that."
Slowly, carefully, he walked over to the portable bar and mixed himself a strong drink. He took a sip before turning to face her again, and when he did, his eyes were set with determination.
"I've spoken with Dr. Heally, he thinks he can get Henry into his place," the man said, his voice soft and controlled. "It's a very nice set-up, surrounded by lots of trees and open field. He'll like it there."
"You've already made up your mind," the woman said dully, wondering why she didn't feel more surprised by his announcement. "If so, why are you talking to me?"
"Because I want you, and Sarah, and him, God damn it, to understand my motives," he hissed, losing control a bit. "Because, I don't want you thinking I'm just being a bastard about this."
"You don't need to explain anything to me, Frank," the older woman said, rising up from her chair and sighing with finality. "It is obvious that you have made up your mind, there's nothing more to be said."
"You may believe anything you want, Carol," Frank said quietly, sipping on his drink and nodding his head. "But what I'm doing is best for all of us, I know that for a fact. Nobody is changing my mind."
With that, he tossed off the rest of the drink and made another. Carol stared at him for a few moments, blinking away the tears that began to well up in her eyes once more. Her stomach felt cold and empty then, and her heart heavy with pain.
"When do you plan to do it?" she asked, swallowing the tightness in her throat.
Frank kept his back to her. "Soon as I get back from the State Fair, next Monday morning we'll drive him over," he replied. "The sooner it's done, the better."
Carol nodded, then turned and walked out of the room before she lost control of herself and broke down completely. As she passed by the stair case she did not notice Sarah hiding beneath it, trembling with terror and rage.
The girl watched her aunt enter the kitchen and cautiously slipped from beneath the stairs and tip-toed out the front door, closing it as quietly and gently behind her as possible.
Her mind was racing with fear, now, as she tore down the dusty path leading toward the large fence that bordered the farm. Leaning against it was her bike and she quickly climbed aboard, pedaling like mad toward the direction of Jimmy Parker's home a couple of miles away.
Frank was leaving in the morning, would be back, probably by Sunday evening. That gave her very little time to save her grandfather from what she considered a fate worse than death for the old man.
She tried to think of a solution, turning the problem over and over in her mind as she pumped the pedals frantically. She had to talk to Jimmy, that was all she could think of, he was her only chance to help.
She prayed the boy was home when she pulled up along the white picket fence in front of his house and leaned her bike against it. She took the steps two at a time and rapped, urgently, against the screen door.
In a few moments, Jimmy appeared, dressed in a pair of shorts, grinning at her as he opened the door to let her in. She slipped under his arm and headed for the living room without even saying hello.
"What the hell is the matter with you, Sarah Carney," he chuckled shaking his head in wonderment at her frantic state. "You look like somebody sat on your pet turtle or something."
"God damn it, Jimmy, Frank's going to put Henry in a home," she barked wildly, pacing back and forth in the center of the room.
The young boy flopped down on the couch and put his bare feet up on the coffee table. "Ahh, hell, he's been threatening that for years," Jimmy sighed, waving it away with his hand. "He'll never do it."
"Oh, yes, he will," the young girl hissed, turning suddenly to glare at him with blazing eyes. "I overheard him and Aunt Carol talking, he's gonna do it Monday, all the plans have been made."
Jimmy blinked as the words sank in. His belly did a tumble and he felt a sudden rush of sorrow and compassion for the girl. He knew full well how much she loved her grandfather, and he realized quite well what she much be going through.
"Come here, Sarah," he said, opening his arms and inviting an embrace. "Come on over here, baby, and talk to me about it."
Sarah sobbed and joined him on the couch, bending her body into his as she cried, softly against his chest. Jimmy held her snugly, allowing her to sob for a long time before saying anything.
"That's okay, Sarah, it's all right," he whispered softly, running his lips lightly across her wispy blonde hair. "It's gonna be okay, I promise you, it's gonna be all right, believe me.
"Ohh, Jimmy, Jimmy, don't you understand," she moaned. "We have to help him, we have to save him. They can't do it, we can't let them! You have to help me, Jimmy, you know you do!"
"Sure, sure," he moaned, shaking his head and kneading her shoulders absently with his hands. "But how, Sarah, how the hell are two kids gonna do that?"
"We'll take him to New York," she said after a few moments. "That's what we'll do."
"New York," Jimmy gasped quietly, he pushed her away from him. "How in Christ are we going to do that, do you suppose?"
"I don't know," she said fiercely, wiping the tears from her eyes with the back of her hand. "But that's just exactly what we have to do, take him to New York!"
"But why in New York, why the hell not Mexico, if you're going to kidnap him?"
"Don't be stupid," she said impatiently. "My Aunt Lois and Uncle Walter live in New York, Frank's sister and brother-in-law, dummy! He's a shirk, a psychiatrist, he can examine Henry and prove he's not senile!"
Jimmy cocked his head and stared at her. "You think that would do any good?"
She sighed and began to tremble with anger. "Of course, of course, damn it," she gasped. "If we can prove that Henry's not as bad as Frank says he is, then Frank won't be able to put him away!"
Jimmy scratched his head and nodded. "Well, I can't argue with that, it's a good idea," he said, nodding again. "But the big question is, how in the name of God we're going to get him there. New York is a long way off, kiddo!"
"I know, I know," growled the young girl, resting her chin on her hands and trying to think. "There has to be a way, there just has to be one. Come on, Jimmy, help me! Try and think, damn it!"
The two children sat there for a few minutes, silently running the problem through their minds. It seemed like such an impossible task, that neither of them hardly knew where to begin.
To Jimmy Parker, there didn't seem to be any solution. He was trying hard to humor Sarah, but deep inside of him, he was sure that they were in a hopeless position. After all, he reasoned, what could two teenagers do against the power of adults?
Suddenly Sarah slapped her palm against her shapely knee and turned to him with excitement in her eyes. "Oh of course," she said breathlessly. "Henry's old car, we can use his old car!"
Jimmy stared at her and began to shake his head. "Wait a minute, now," he began cautiously. "I don't know about this. I don't even have a license, yet, Sarah."
"Well, you know how to drive, don't you?" she persisted. "What more do you need to know than that?"
"Sarah, damn you know how much trouble we could get into, here?" the boy complained. He shook his head determinedly. "If we got caught, why they could throw the book at us! Auto theft, kidnapping, Jesus, just driving without a license, for Christ's sake, you know?"
She looked at him disgustedly. "Jimmy Parker, how can you sit there and bitch about all that?" she snarled. "You know what they're going to do to that sweet old man, and you're worried about a ticket or something?"
"Now, don't you go pulling that on me, Sarah Carney," Jimmy said, cocking a finger at her in warning. "Don't start making me feel bad about this, or I won't do another thing. I'm just pointing up the dangers and risks involved."
"There isn't any danger or risk, what do you think the worst could be that might happen?" she said calmly and coolly. "Maybe you get yelled at a little, that's all!"
"Bullshit," Jimmy spat. "What if your grandfather gets sick or something? What if that happens, what are you going to do about that, Sarah?"
"He won't get sick, and besides, I can take care of him," she said matter-of-factly. "Now, do you help me, or not? That's all I need to know."
"I'm thinking about it," he sighed, shaking his head and leaning back against the couch. "You have to give me a few minutes to think about it, you know?"
Casually, Sarah inched her way toward the boy, until she was leaning, gently, into him. She toyed with his full head of hair, idly, plucking at the thick strands with her dainty fingers.
Slowly she moved her lips across his forehead, kissing him tenderly, while her free hand slithered down over his chest to his bare thigh. She squeezed his hard, muscular limb and felt him shivering in response.
"Umm, you just think about it a bit, Jimmy," she whispered softly, darting her tongue between her teeth in a wicked fashion. "You just do all the thinking that you want to, now."
The young boy moaned as she kneaded his bare thigh, gripping and squeezing his flesh between her soft, pliant fingers with a growing need. Just the mere caress of her hand was enough to get his cock growing in his pants and his balls began to throb with increasing demand.
He knew very well what she was up to, and though he resented it a bit, he didn't blame her. He felt her lips traveling past his cheek, slithering over his and he could not keep himself from kissing her, hungrily, then.
Their mouths roamed gently back and forth across each other, her soft, succulent petals dancing and quivering with rich promise as she kissed him. He felt her greedy little tongue jabbing against his teeth, insistently, and he parted them, willingly under her eager attack.
"Ummm, that's it, baby," she cooed lovingly, slithering the precious arrow beyond his teeth. "God, I like kissing you, Jimmy, I just love doing it!"
He grunted, hungrily entwining his own dart around the girl's dancing spear, grinding his mouth hungrily down over hers. He slipped his arm behind her back and drew her tight to his chest, the passion seething up inside of him, now.
"God, Jesus, I love doing this," he gasped. His hand was traveling down over her back, kneading her flesh through the thin material of her shirt. "Umm, Sarah, Sarah, kiss me, now!"
Sarah's passion was not all completely calculated, now, it was growing as strong as his in her loins, the fiery heat produced by their contact rippling through her with ever increasing power, now.
She felt his fingers tapping at the enticing curve of her bottom and she shivered with delight as she felt his hand grasping urgently at her buttocks through her jeans.
She moaned as the boy dropped his free hand to her shirt and hungrily began to pluck at the buttons holding it close. She gasped as his eager fingers parted the garment and his hand slipped inside to cup over her bra..
Gently he squeezed her breasts through the shapeless halter. He could feel her nipples growing firm and erect, pressing tightly into his palm through the wispy sheerness of the halter.
Passionately he fondled her trapped mounds, kneading and squeezing them until the adorable fifteen-year-old was rocking and swaying from left to right under his urgent attack.
"Take it off, me, Jimmy," she sobbed, her voice torn with the lust she was feeling. "Ummm, take my bra off now, darling, right now! I want to feel you touching me all over, Jimmy, all over me, now!"
The boy's fingers trembled with excitement as he helped her tug her shirt from her shoulders. She lay it aside and leaned into him as he reached around behind her back and fumbled with the clasps to her bra.
The halter came free in a moment and he pulled the straps down her arms, drawing the unwanted garment from her small, luscious breasts. The two, precious globes jiggled delightfully with her labored breathing, and Jimmy felt his prick hardening as he gazed at the pink nippled mounds.
"God, I can't get over how lovely you are," he gasped, shaking his head almost in awe. "You have the most beautiful body I have ever seen, I swear it!"
She giggled, knowing full well that he hadn't seen many, but completely enraptured by him saying that. She drew in a breath, forcing her breasts to ride high on her chest and she jiggled them enticingly as she exhaled.
Now Jimmy's fingers quickly found the perfect spheres. He wrapped his fingers around one soft, spongy globe and squeezed it passionately in his grip. The young girl shivered with delight, jerking spasmodically under his kneading attack.
Tenderly, Jimmy rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, first catching one pert, rosy nugget, then the other. He thrilled to the way her tits seemed to quiver and dance beneath his fingers, and the soft, aching sounds of pleasure that were escaping her lips.
Hungrily he mashed his mouth against hers, now, and rode his free hand over the enticing curve of her hips down along her trembling legs. She felt his fingers urgently sliding between her legs, trying frantically to force them apart.
Willingly the darling girl parted her thighs, allowing the young boy to cup his palm over her pussy mound and rub the hard heel of his hand back and forth along the pulsating hillock.
Sharp, stinging waves of pleasure raced through her loins, making her flesh pulsate demandingly under the greedy need that was taking control of her, now.
"Ohhh, more, darling, more," she whispered softly, her own fingers now beginning to touch and fondle the lump in the center of his shorts. "Umm, make me feel good, Jimmy, please, ohhh, make me feel good!"
She dropped her hand over the rock hard prong that was pressing against the front of his shorts and squeezed the massive rod in her delicate fist. The young boy cried out in delight as a pleasing spasm tore through him, and he gave her breast a hard, impassioned squeeze in return.
"Jesus, Sarah, Jesus, you know what to do," he groaned, almost unable to speak, so harsh and compelling was his need. "Ahhh, that feels nice, just right, baby, just right!"
Sarah had to fight the rush of delighted laughter that suddenly came over her. She loved knowing she turned him on, drove him crazy with greed, and as she squeezed and massaged his cock, she thrilled to the knowledge that she could do just about anything she wanted with him, now.
She sighed contentedly when she felt his fingers riding back and forth against the tight-fitting crotch of her jeans. She groaned thickly, quivering with passion as the young man rubbed her mound through the course material, growing more and more urgent with his attack with each passing second.
Absently, now, she plucked at the zipper and button to his shorts. She did not attack them wildly, but almost in a casual, off-hand manner. She pulled the button loose then slid the zipper down, and listened, with satisfaction, to his moaning need.
"Ahh, Jesus, what next," he groaned, quaking uncontrollably as the adorable girl slithered her fingers inside of his shorts and wrapped the exquisite digits around his tortured pole.
In a flash his cock grew as hard as an iron bar and pounded so fiercely with need that the sweat broke out over his forehead in thick droplets. He groaned and shuddered, aching with desire as she drew his prick from the confinement of his trousers.
She balanced the shaft, lovingly, in the palm of her hand and stroked it lazily with the fingers of her other. She traced a path through his flesh with her nails, slicing into his tortured meat in a teasing fashion.
She gazed at the pounding weapon, feeling her heart leaping with delight at the sight of it quaking in her palm, and the hot, demanding blood that tore through it, forced his cock to pound with agony.
"Ummm, you look ready right now," she giggled, opening and closing her fingers around the shaft. "Poor Jimmy's all excited, now, all turned on, isn't he?"
Savagely, Jimmy tore at the buttons to her jeans, pulling them free and forcing the folds of the garment apart. He slid his hand inside of her panties, and tickled the rim of her mound with the tips of his fingers.
"Yeah, tell me about it, Sarah," he moaned, feeling the intense, pulsating heat of her lust caressing his fingers as he fondled her loins. "Come on, tell me all about it! You're as crazy down there as I am!"
The adorable young girl groaned in pleasure from the contact of his hand with her aching mound. She sighed happily and lifted her precious buttocks from the sofa, shoving her panties and jeans down-to her knees in one smooth motion.
"I never said I wasn't, Jimmy Parker," she laughed quietly, feeling the intense thrill of anticipation surging in her loins. "I never once said that I didn't!"
Eagerly the young man tugged and pulled on her jeans and underwear, sliding them over her lovely, tapered legs and delicate, attractive feet. He dropped the lump of clothing on the floor and returned his attention to her pussy.
Her moist, trembling mound was quivering enticingly, and shimmering in the light. The cunt juice that flowed thickly from her womb had coated her loins with its creamy film and made it glisten erotically in the pale light of the living room.
His fingers were trembling as he brought them to her cunt, he was almost unable to touch her, he was so awed by the inviting hillock. Even having already made love to her once, had not prepared him for the agonizing wanting that he was experiencing.
Gently he rode his fingertips back and forth along her inner thighs, rubbing the lips of her womb tenderly with the knobby surface of his thumb. The girl gasped and shuddered uncontrollably, then, sobbed, as the harsh, demanding fires seared her aching inner flesh.
"Ohh, yes, Jimmy, ummm, yes," she gasped, kissing his neck and shoulders frantically, digging her teeth into his flesh and lathering it with her tongue. "Ummm, more Jimmy, more, do it all to me, do it all!"
Hungrily, now, she began to ride her hand up and down on his cock, tugging and pulling on the shaft with growing need. She felt his prick pounding violently in her grip and growing harder with every delicious stroke that she took.
Jimmy pulled her body up on the couch and pushed her on her back against the fluffy pillows that lay against either corner of the sofa. He spread her legs wide, parting her thighs to give him all the room he needed.
He stood up, stripped off his shorts and stood over her for a moment, just staring down at her trim, compact body with a surging passion that seemed to be tearing his young loins apart.
Her eyes were half shut, a lazy, drifting quality about them, and her lips parted and moist with desire. Her boobs quivered delightfully on her chest and her cunt seemed to reflect the light in an erotic fashion.
"You don't know how much I love doing this with you," he moaned, leaning over her and dropping to sit beside her once more. "Baby, you just don't know!"
Sarah laughed softly and smiled. "I think I might have a bit of an idea," she whispered hungrily. "But, maybe I need a little more help understanding it, huh?"
Jimmy could hardly speak, now, so aching and powerful were the needs he was experiencing. At that moment, he realized, she could have asked him to do anything, and he would have done it.
Lovingly he rode his hand over the tops of her thighs once more, just lightly brushing his fingers back and forth along the length of her attractive limb, thrilling to the way her flesh trembled violently under his caress.
He bent over, pressing his lips to the pert, rosy nipple of one breast, and gently lathered the pink, tender nugget with his tongue. His fingers were inching down between her legs, now, and she threw one arm over his shoulders and hugged his head tight to her soft, pliant boobs.
Now, Jimmy's mouth sucked almost all of one adorable, alabaster globe between his teeth. His lips fastened around her flesh and he lathered her imprisoned nipple with his tongue.
The girl groaned and shivered, thrusting her cunt involuntarily against his seeking spears, aching to experience more and more of the delicious, rolling pleasure that his hand was creating in her loins.
She moaned and sobbed, her free hand returning now to his cock, her fingers wrapping around the quaking tool in a careful, gentle manner. She held him lightly in her grip for a moment, just experiencing the pleasure of feeling the hot, steaming blood tear through the huge prong.
"Ummm, Jimmy, Jimmy, this is nice," she cooed, tenderly, pumping her hand up and down on his rod. "This feels so good! Oooo, do some more, Jimmy, do some more like you did the other day!"
The young boy could hardly think of doing anything else, at this point. His prick quaked so violently that he could barely stand it, and his balls were churning with so much come that they felt as if they were swelling up to twice their size.
He groaned thickly, slithering his fingers up and down along the cleft between her pussy lips, his mouth roaming hungrily over her tits. Both of them were growing more and more intense with passion and the room was growing thick with the odor of their powerful lust.
The dank, heady aroma of their greed tingled in their nostrils enticingly, serving only to urge their passion on all the more. Sarah, shuddered and sobbed, her adorable head rocking from side to side on the bed.
Her hair was wet with the sweat of her desire and her pussy ached so badly that she wanted to scream. She squeezed his prick hungrily in her hand, driving her lovely fist up and down on the shaft, ruthlessly.
As she felt his fingers rolling over the rim of her pussy mound, she jerked and bucked about beneath his hand, uncontrollably, groaning as an unending series of marvelous tremors tore through her.
"In me, in me, now," she gasped, her voice so weak and broken that the boy could hardly understand her. "Ohhh, Jesus, please, please put your fingers in me now, Jimmy, right now!"
The boy felt the harsh, almost scalding heat pouring from her loins and he eagerly rode two of his fingers deep into her hot, tight pit. She cried out in pleasure and thrust her pussy hard against the invading prongs.
Her cunt muscles quaked around the plunging spears, gripping and kneading his fingers as he buried them deep in her womb, holding the digits fast, urging them on with her violent spasms.
Her loins were on fire and she groaned in delight as she felt Jimmy rolling and turning his fingers inside of her then. The bliss was more than she thought she could bear.
She moaned thickly, thrusting her loins up to meet the exploring fingers, locking and unlocking her cunt muscles around them as they relentlessly powered in and out of her damp, quivering pit.
She rocked and swayed beneath the attack, gasping with pleasure as he rubbed his thumb back and forth across her clit, sending harsh, demanding waves of need tearing through her wildly.
"Umm, so good, you wonderful bastard, so good," she cooed, lathering the flesh of his neck with her tongue. "Damn, you make me crazy, darling, just crazy!"
Jimmy would have agreed with her, but his tongue felt thick in his mouth and his lips were dry and quivering uncontrollably. He powered his fingers in and out of her taut, gripping sleeve, each stroke more powerful and demanding than the last.
Now, she began to ride her hand up and down on his cock with more rhythm and force than ever before. She loved feeling the shaft pounding in her grasp and from the urgent, squeaking cries that came from him, she knew she was taking him higher and higher on the plane of ecstasy.
She squeezed and massaged his cock as she worked on it. She pinched the thick, knobby head between her fingers and sliced his flesh with the nail on her thumb. Her free hand was busily massaging his taut, hot ball bag, rolling the throbbing stones over her fingers.
Jimmy's mouth was kissing her stomach now, moving slowly downward as he had the afternoon before. She sighed with pleasure as she felt his lips slithering over her damp, flat belly, and she shivered in anticipation as he neared her quaking pit.
"Oooo, really, Jimmy, ummm, yes," she sighed, giggling a little as his tongue teased the damp strands of hair that covered her trembling hillock. "That's it, honey, ohhh, yeah, that's it!"
Now the young boy was beside himself with desire. He forgot all about the fact that she had started this to get her way with him, he ignored everything in favor of the desire he was feeling.
Hungrily he rode his lips over the rim of her hillock and caught the taut, trembling button of her clit between his teeth.
The girl almost screamed in delight as she felt him sucking on her juicy pebble, lathering it back and forth with the tip of his rough, raspy tongue. He sucked the juice of her passion greedily, and swallowed it with delight, making her feel faint with the power of her raging lust.
She shuddered as he slipped his fingers beneath her ass, cupping her soft, pliant half moons in the palms of his hands. He dug his fingers hungrily into her spongy flesh, kneading and caressing her bottom as he attacked her luscious pit.
She shivered and groaned, now, her fingers opening and closing rhythmically around his cock as he bore down on her cunt. She was lost in the swirling sea of pleasure he was giving to her and she was so caught up in it, that she could not even concentrate on him, now.
Hungrily, Jimmy slithered his tongue up and down along her pussy lips. He lathered and licked her womb, stabbing the dart between her petals, driving it deep inside of her at that point.
"Ohh, my God, ohhh, Jesus, yes," she gasped, her thighs closing tight against his head, trapping it between them. "Do it, Jimmy, ummm, do it to me, now!"
Eagerly the boy rode his tongue in and out of her cunt, slicing it along her inner walls, licking and sucking the creamy fluid from her steaming chamber. He slashed at her clit and locked his teeth around her pussy lips, nibbling on them with a complete abandon.
He was totally unconcerned with himself now, he was so determined to bring her to orgasm this way. His fingers kneaded and massaged her ass, slithering back and forth along the damp cleft between her cheeks, thrilling to the way her anal entrance trembled violently each time he made contact with the ruby dot.
She was completely enraptured with pleasure, now, twisting and turning on the small sofa as the young man attacked her loins. Never had the pleasure been so intense, never had her passion been so overwhelmingly compelling.
She began to cry, it felt so good, and the tears ran in rivers from her eyes as she lay there sobbing under his attack.
She felt the angry fires building rapidly in her loins, drawing her higher and higher to some ultimate peak of sensual excitement. She groaned and thrust her cunt hard against his mouth, holding his head tightly between her moist, quivering thighs.
Jimmy powered his dart against her pussy with a complete frenzy now. He felt her pussy growing hotter and tighter with every stroke that he took, and he could not wait to feel her writhing in the grips of an aching climax.
He drove his tongue relentlessly in and out of her, now, lathering and sucking hungrily, feeling the heat of her wanting reaching an almost boiling point in the depths of her precious tunnel.
He could tell she was drawing near to her moment of release. Her hands now gripped his head fiercely and her whole body seemed to be drawing as tight as a bow. She pushed his head almost unbearably hard against her pussy and shuddered with the first, thrilling spasms of her release.
"Ohhh, damn, Jimmy, damn," she groaned, quivering uncontrollably, now. "Ummm, this is it, baby, ohhh, going to come! Yes, going to come, Jimmy, yes, yes, yes!"
Suddenly she was thrashing about the sofa involuntarily, her body jerking and bucking so violently that the boy could hardly hold her still. She screamed loud and long as the orgasms began to roar through her, and the boy drank hungrily from the overflowing pit.
Eagerly he powered his tongue in and out of her, then, slashing and sucking with a frenzied passion, delighting in the sensation of her pussy exploding under his angry attack on her luscious chamber.
She shuddered and quaked, groaning and sobbing as the spasms of lust and pleasure tore relentlessly through her. This was ten times better than the last time and now, as she writhed under the effects of her climax, she wanted more than anything else to feel him in her, then.
She pulled and tugged on his shoulders, desperately trying to draw the boy up and over her thrashing body. "Come, come in me, now," she whispered frantically. "Please, please, Jimmy, come in me now!"
Quickly the young boy slipped around and settled his hips down between her slippery, warm thighs. He felt her fingers grasping at him urgently, tugging him upward, trying to pull his cock to her loins.
Gently he brushed her hands away and guided the tool himself, toward her awaiting chamber. She gasped as she felt him entering her, his prick forcing her pussy to expand deliciously as he penetrated the darling tunnel.
Greedily, Jimmy drove his cock swiftly into her, burying it to the hilt in her hot, taut passage. He could feel her cunt undulating around his shaft, quaking and kneading his flesh in the throes of her own delightful spasms.
"Fuck me hard and fast, Jimmy," she moaned, bucking her pussy hard against his buried tool. "Ummm, come while I'm still coming, darling. Now, Jimmy, fuck me now!"
Hungrily the boy began to drive his cock in and out of the taut, steaming chamber. She used every muscle she could to urge him on, thrusting against him violently, squeezing his prick with her loins to excite him all the more.
He slithered his hands back under her ass and drew her pussy tight to his groin. He mashed his belly against hers and began to power his tool in and out of her with increasing rhythm and force.
Jimmy could hardly believe how great it felt being inside of her, then. The last time had been different, he had been too concerned with not hurting her, but now, now as she quivered and thrashed, he allowed himself to sink into complete abandon.
He powered his meat in and out of her cunt relentlessly. He ground his cock deep in her loins and thrust into her so powerfully that her breath was forced from her lungs.
Again and again he drove his prick into her taut, wet canal, twisting and turning as he buried it deep inside of her, the waves of aching need rolling over him so wildly that he could think of little else but the demanding ache in his loins.
"Ahh, Jesus, so good, fucking you is so good," he moaned, slithering his prick hungrily along her inner walls. "Damn, Sarah, I love this, just fucking love it!"
The girl laughed and shuddered, thrilled that she was making him so frenzied in his assault. Even in the grip of desire, Jimmy was as gentle and tender as always, and she was thrilled to realize that he would never think only of himself.
She shuddered and groaned, caught in his passion now, forgetting completely about her own lingering pleasure. She felt his prick throbbing wildly inside of her, seeming to grow and grow and she could tell he was going to come at any second.
He drove his shaft to the depths of her pussy once more and suddenly began to sob and thrash deep in her cunt. He groaned in an almost animal tone of voice and shuddered spasmodically in her womb.
The hot, boiling come spurt violently from the head of his cock, searing her inner walls with its thick, creamy passion. She jerked and bucked under the impact of his orgasm and hugged him tightly to her lithe frame.
"Ohh, dear God, coming so good," he moaned, rocking back and forth inside of her, the steady spurt of fluid bursting from his tool. "Coming in you, now, Sarah, so damn good!"
Again and again the thick, sticky fluid tore from his cock and he was writhing wildly on top of her, now. She held on tight, thrilling to the spasms of pleasure she felt him experiencing, her cunt delighting in the sensation of being filled with the hot, steaming fluid of his love.
For the longest time they lay locked together, the spasms of passion and exquisite agony assaulting them both. After awhile, Jimmy filled rolled off of her, gasping for breath, moaning in the lingering caress of his release.
"Ummm, that was marvelous, baby, just marvelous," he sighed, stroking her thigh with his hand. "You sure know how to make me feel good, you sure do."
Sarah giggled and rubbed her fingers through his hair. "You're not so bad yourself, buddy," she whispered softly. "Now, about New York ... "
She smiled at him cunningly and he laughed.
CHAPTER FOUR
It was all very simple, Sarah had explained, but Jimmy didn't feel that sure about anything.
He watched, with a sour expression as she pulled the tarp that covered Henry's old car and threw it aside. It hadn't been run in years, and the boy was doubtful that anything could really be done.
"This old hunk of crap isn't going ten miles," he sighed, shaking his head in disgust. "I'm telling you, Sarah, it's really a lost cause, here!"
Sarah glared at him angrily. "Now you listen to me, Jimmy Parker," she growled. "If you want to ever fool around with me again, I don't want to hear another negative word out of you, understand?"
Jimmy sighed bitterly. "How can I fight that ultimatum?" he groaned. "You have me, where you want me, I suppose. I'll do my best, but I still don't like it!"
Sarah watched as he worked on the car, explaining to him, between handing him tools, how she proposed to do the job. What she intended was to get Henry out of the house and into the car after her Uncle and Aunt had left the next morning.
"I'm going to tell them we're taking him on a picnic, so they won't suspect anything," she explained. "By the time we get going and they get home, we should be in New York."
Jimmy agreed with her that the idea was sound, but he didn't know that she had no intention of informing Henry about the nature of their trip either. She was too afraid he would back out if he knew about it in advance, and she knew she didn't have the time or strength to argue with him.
Jimmy worked all afternoon, pausing only to sip from the cold sodas that she brought him. It was late evening before he was done, but finally, he got the engine purring on the old car, and after a little while, had the idle up tight.
He stood back and smiled at his work. "Not a bad job if I do say so myself," he sighed. "I really never thought I would get the thing going."
"Fine, just be here after about seven," she said. She pushed him away when he tried to kiss her. "And none of that until we get to New York, either!"
"God damn," he moaned, reaching in to shut the engine off. "You sure drive a hard bargain, Sarah Carney, I'll give you that much."
She laughed softly and allowed him an affectionate peck on the cheek. "It comes from Henry," she explained, merrily. "He's the tough one in the family!"
Bright and early the next morning, Sarah saw her Uncle and Aunt off in his truck then paced the screened-in porch nervously until she saw Jimmy Parker peddling up the dirt road on his bike.
Quickly she entered the house and found her grandfather sitting at the kitchen table in his pajamas. She sat down and leaned across the table, shaking him gently out of his day dream.
"Henry, how about a picnic?" she asked, brightly. "Jimmy got your old car running, what do you say to taking a drive down to the lake for awhile?"
The old man smiled. "Why, Sarah, that sounds like a marvelous idea," he laughed. "I don't know when the last time was that I was on a picnic! I'd love to!"
Breathing a sigh of relief, Sarah hurried the old man into his bed room and told him to dress as quickly as he could. While he was doing that, she hurried packed a big, straw basket full of as much food and drink as she could fit in the square container.
By the time Henry came out of his room, dressed simply in slacks and a shirt, she was ready. She sighed and handed the basket to Jimmy then all three of them climbed into the front seat of the car.
Jimmy turned the engine over and they moved slowly down toward the gate. Sarah placed the note she had written to her aunt and uncle in the mailbox, then nodded and they took off down the road.
"Sure is a fine day for a picnic," Henry mused, smiling back and forth between the two teenagers. "Why, this is going to be a lot of fun. I can't wait to see how the lake looks these days."
"Sure, Henry, it's going to be a lot of fun," laughed Sarah, nervously, avoiding the puzzled stares that Jimmy was giving her. "Just try and relax, okay?"
She glanced down the road and saw, in the distance, her uncle's car tearing back down the road toward them. She screamed at Jimmy to turn down a dirt road and the boy gunned the car with a screech and tore down the road before Frank was upon them.
He pulled up with a jerk and glared at her. "Don't do that again, will you?" he growled. "I thought you were going out of your mind for a minute!"
Henry looked back and forth between them and cocked his eye. "Say, what are you kids up to here?" he asked slowly. "How come you didn't want to run into Frank?"
Jimmy groaned, resting his head on the steering wheel. "You didn't tell him," he moaned. "I knew it, I knew it! Damn, I swear sometimes I want to strangle you!"
"Hold on here," Henry interrupted. "Now, Sarah, you don't have any picnic in mind, do you? Come on, honey, you'd better tell me what's going on."
"Ohh, Henry, Henry," sobbed the girl, fighting to keep from breaking into tears. "Frank's going to put you in a home next week!"
Henry laughed and shook his head. "Why, no he isn't honey, whatever gave you that crazy idea" he chuckled. "Why, he's always threatening to do something, but he never does."
"This time he will, Henry, I heard him telling Aunt Carol," the girl said urgently, peering intently into the old man's eyes. "He says you just can't be handled anymore, that you do crazy things! I've heard the lies he tells about you in town! No, Henry, this time he means it!"
"Well, maybe so, honey," sighed her grandfather. He shook his head and tried to smile at her. "Who knows, maybe he's right, maybe I ought to be in a home."
"No, no, no, he isn't right, and that's why we're going to New York," the girl hissed, shaking her head determinedly. "We're taking you to Aunt Lois and Uncle Walter! They'll help us!"
Henry laughed and shook his head once more. "New York! Why honey, that's a long ways off," he chuckled. "I don't know if I'm up to a trip like that."
"Well, if you really don't want to go, Mister Carney," Jimmy said, breaking into the conversation. "I guess we really don't have to."
"Jimmy!" shouted Sarah. She turned her head to her grandfather again. "Please, Henry, please. I don't want you in a home, I don't, I don't!"
The old man wrapped his arm around the sobbing girl and drew her tight to his chest. She was shivering uncontrollably, her quiet sounds of crying cutting into his heart like a knife.
"Well, well, me going to New York," he said at last, his voice barely above a whisper. "Well, kids, if we're going to do it, we might as well get started. On to New York, then!"
Sarah shouted in delight and nodded to Jimmy. He shook his head, a sour grin on his lips and turned the engine over, bringing the car to life. Slowly he backed out onto the highway, and then they were off.
They drove all day and deep into the evening. Henry slept on and off, seemingly content and totally undisturbed by the long journey. Jimmy and Sarah, however, were growing tired and searching for a place to stay.
They were driving along a deserted highway around nine when they had the flat that Jimmy had been dreading since the beginning of the trip. The tire went with a quiet, but insistent hiss and he groaned, rolling the car to a stop.
"Damn," he moaned, kicking the flattened wheel. "I'll have to find another one somewhere. I wish you had found that spare, Sarah, I really do."
"Well, I didn't, and that's that," she sighed. She glanced up at the sky and frowned at the clouds overhead. "It looks like rain, we'd better find a place to spend the night, don't you think?"
The boy nodded and peered into the darkness that surrounded them. "I think I see a light up ahead. Maybe it's a house," he said, hopefully. "At any rate, we should be able to get indoors, let's go."
Slowly they made their way down the highway toward the light in front of them. Henry was breathing a little deeply, but he smiled at Sarah and shook his head.
"Don't worry, honey, I'm okay," he assured her. "Just need a bed to lay down it for awhile, that's all!"
The girl took hold of his hand and held it tightly as they walked along. They had almost reached the house when Jimmy stopped short and gave it a close inspection.
It was a large building, obviously a person well off had built it, though it seemed to have fallen a little below the original standards with the passing of time. There was a light above the porch and they made there way toward that.
Sarah tapped at the door, loudly, and in a few moments a tall, middle-aged woman with an ample figure and obviously dyed red hair answered the door. She had a cigarette dangling from her lips and a bemused grin in her eyes.
"What are you looking for, honey," she said giving Sarah the once over then glancing behind her at the man and boy. "You look pretty beat up, here."
"It's my grandfather, we're ... we're going to New York to see his brother," she stammered. "Our car broke down and we're kind of stranded."
"Be right nice, Mam, if you could put us up for the night," Henry suddenly said. "The kids have been driving all day, and I'm a little wore out myself."
"We won't be any trouble," Sarah pleaded. "Jimmy and I don't even need a bed, just one for my grandfather, that's all."
The woman stared at them for a moment, then broke into a fit of laughter that shocked all of them. She leaned against the door frame and held her jiggling belly, as it rumbled wildly, threatening to burst the seems of her tight dress.
"Well, I've had every kind of person in the world here, I guess," she chuckled. "But never an old man and his two grand kids. It ought to do my reputation a hell of a lot of good. Sure, come on in!"
With a squeal of delight, Sarah led Henry and Jimmy past the woman who was holding the door open for them. She led them beyond a parlor that was occupied by half a dozen other women in nightgowns and underwear.
Once they reached a large kitchen, she offered them some dinner and they eagerly sat down at a large wooden table and dug into the food set before them. As they ate, they noticed other women, dressed much like the ones in the parlor, coming in and out of the kitchen.
"It must be some kind of boarding house," mused Sarah at one point. "For women only, you know?" "
Henry and Jimmy looked at each other, and then both of them burst into loud, long gales of laughter. Sarah glanced back and forth between them, her confusion growing quickly to anger as she tried to figure out what was so funny.
Henry patted her hand, affectionately. "Honey, this is no boarding house," he chuckled wickedly. "This is the domain of the ladies of the evening!"
"It's a whore house, Sarah," Jimmy said sourly. He shook his head in disgust. "Sometimes you can be so dense, I can't believe it!"
Sarah's eyes went wide with shock as she noticed a young woman, more a girl actually, enter the kitchen in a starkly see-through nightgown and unconcernedly get herself a glass of milk from the refrigerator.
"Why, I haven't been in a house of ill repute since, hell, I was a boy," Henry chuckled. He gazed fondly at the scantily clad young woman and she winked back at him. "Always have fond memories of them, though, the ladies were so nice."
Sarah felt distinctly nervous, now. Surrounded by all this female flesh, she realized she was feeling more than a little jealousy, and a whole hell of a lot more inadequate, considering how well built most of the women were.
"Damn, Sarah, you look about seven different shades of green," Jimmy said in a mocking tone of voice. "Sure is dazzling, I'll say that much."
Henry turned and gazed at Sarah, fondly. "Now, now, honey, don't you fret," he said warmly. "Remember, Sarah, it's quality, not quantity that counts. I'd advise you to remember that, Jimmy Parker."
The young boy blushed and bowed his head in embarrassment. Sarah laughed at the tables being turned and began to relax. What an adventure this was turning out to be! The kids at school just wouldn't believe it!
After they had finished their meals, the woman, Miss Rose, showed them to their rooms. Henry got a small, comfortably decorated room at one end of the hall, and Jimmy and Sarah, at Sarah's insistence, got another, at the far end.
Jimmy was a little grumpy at not having his own room, but Sarah set him straight on that. "You're not here for fun, Jimmy Parker," she told him flatly. "You need your sleep and so do I. So let's go to bed and get some rest."
"Christ, Sarah, you're about as much fun as a wet blanket on a rainy night," Jimmy groaned, slipping under the sheets beside her, moaning in despair as he realized she was still clad in her bra and panties.
She leaned over once, took him in her arms and kissed him passionately, while stroking his naked prick with her hand. As the shaft began to grow, she gave it one final squeeze and turned over on her side again.
"That should keep your interest until we get to New York," she giggled, then closed her eyes and laughed silently at his frustrated moans.
Down at the other end of the hall, Henry was sleeping lightly in his bed, his mind half awake and half in the depths of his unconscious. He was dreaming, partially of Sarah, again.
He noticed, vaguely, when the door to his room gently swung open. He moaned slightly at the intruder, rolling over on his side. "Sarah, is that you, Sarah?" he called out in a sleepy whisper.
The young whore that had been in the kitchen earlier tip-toed to the bed, chuckling softly. "Sure, daddy, that's who I am, if you want me to be," she whispered in a teasing voice. "I'll be Sarah, daddy, I sure will!"
She sat down at the edge of the bed and gazed down at the old man's rather confused features. Tenderly she ran her fingertips along his heavily lined cheek, sighing softly and shaking her head.
"You're a handsome old man, you know that, daddy?" she laughed softly. She draped one knee over the other and swung it back and forth absently. "Old momma Rose said to take care of you, so I guess I will. I think you'll be the oldest guy I ever had, that ought to be something."
Henry was still in the midst of a semi-dream world. To him, the lovely young woman was his granddaughter and while he wondered if this was a dream or really real, he really didn't care one way or the other.
He felt the young girl brushing aside the sheet that covered his body and gazing down at his pajama clad frame. She bent over and pressed her lips to his, kissing him softly with her luscious, pliant petals.
Henry groaned at the delightful contact. He knew this was more than a dream, now, and he shuddered as the delightful girl roamed her warm, succulent petals back and forth over his own, kissing him with increasing hunger.
If she had expected an urgent, frantic response from him, due to his age, she was pleasantly surprised to find him quite calm and relaxed under her kiss. He lay there, hardly doing more than slipping his arm around her shoulders to draw her tighter to him, his free hand not attempting to touch her at all.
"Well, well, this is rather nice, daddy," she chuckled softly, her lovely lips fluttering erotically against his own. "Ummm, you kiss real nice, old man, just like you should, to make me feel good."
Henry groaned as he felt her tongue darting back and forth across his teeth, slicing between them wickedly in an attempt to pry them apart. Willingly he allowed the girl to open his mouth and quickly slither her precious little tongue past his teeth.
Hungrily the girl attacked his own trembling spear. She slashed and lathered the dart, gently entwining her own precious arrow around his and drawing his mouth tight over her lovely, pliant petals.
They kissed deeply, the girl's hand riding down over the front of his pajama top, tugging on the buttons and pulling them free. "Umm, what a strong body you have, daddy," she murmured, running the palm of her hand over his chest. "You're in good shape, grandpa, real good shape!"
Henry shuddered then, an ancient spasm of pleasure rippling through his loins as he felt the girl caressing his naked chest. He moaned deeply and ran his hand over the front of her nightgown, feeling the spongy softness of her ample breasts beneath the sheer fabric of the gown.
The girl shivered with pleasure, for she was quiet unused to such an unhurried and gentle approach from a man. Most of her Johns had always seemed anxious to get things over with, as if they were ashamed of themselves or something.
But this old man, he was much different. He acted as if he had all the time in the world, and that was completely all right with her. She moaned softly as she felt his gnarled fingers squeezing and massaging her breasts in an idle manner.
Gently he rubbed his palm back and forth across her nipples, making the pert, rosy nuggets grow firm and erect under the soothing caress. She shivered in pleasure, feeling the enticing ripple of sexual warmth racing through her loins for the first time, with a man, in a long time.
"Oooo, daddy, daddy, that's it," she whispered passionately, dropping her lithe attractive body down against him a little more. "Ummm, yeah, make your baby feel good, grandpa, make your little girl feel so nice!"
Hungrily, now Henry began to knead and massage her tits with more passion and wanting. His free hand rode swiftly over the luscious curve of her buttocks, gripping and squeezing the spongy half moons through her gown.
The girl shuddered uncontrollably, surprised and excited that the old man Rose had sent her to as a joke and an act of charity, was turning out to be an unexpected delight. She wiggled her bottom teasingly and mashed her mouth hard against his.
"Come on, daddy, ohh, more," she whispered, sighing contentedly as lovely, warm waves of greed lazily rippled through her womb. "More, ahhh, do some more, daddy, it just feels so nice!"
Henry's hand slithered beneath the hem of her gown and gently began to grip and squeeze its way back up along her damp, quivering inner thigh. Her flesh was warm and slippery and the old man's fingers thrilled to having touched such flesh for the first time in years.
Eagerly the young girl adjusted her position on the bed, drawing her nightgown quickly up and over her head. She dropped it soundlessly on the floor and sat there, naked and trembling as Henry continued to caress her warm, damp limbs.
His eyes took in the pale view of her lovely flesh and his loins quickened with desire. He licked his lips nervously, rubbing the tips of his fingers back and forth along one precious limb, her body arousing him more and more as he gazed at it.
Her tits were large and full, yet they rode well on her rib cage, hardly drooping at all for their size. Her waist was trim and compact and her thighs tapered and curved in a delicious manner.
Her long hair was rich and full and the blackest shade he had ever seen. Her cunt mound was a thick, rich bush of the silken hair and it glistened with sweat and not a little love juice in the half-light of the moon streaming in the window.
She shivered again, causing her breasts to jiggle in an adorable fashion and Henry moaned as he placed his hand on one, ample breast once more. She groaned at the contact of his fingers and gasped as the harsh, compelling delight tore through her.
"Ahhh, yeah, that's it, daddy, ummm, yeah," she giggled sensuously, swaying a bit from left to right under his urgent caress. "Ooo, do that some more, daddy, yeah, take care of me, now!"
Henry's fingers eagerly gripped and kneaded her breasts, rolling her nipples, one after the other, between them. Waves of stinging pleasure rippled through her breasts, searing her flesh with its demanding greed.
She shuddered spasmodically as the old man fondled her boobs, and she threw her head back and sighed in delight. Her own fingers were now busily fumbling with the single snap to his pajama bottoms, eager to free the cock within.
She plucked the button loose and in moments, his lower garment was open and she was hungrily slithering her hand inside of them. She felt through his crotch hair for his prick and greedily wrapped her slender, soft fingers around the limp shaft.
"Ummm, let's have a look at this boy," she laughed quietly, withdrawing his meat from his pajama bottoms and balancing it lightly in the palm of her hand. "Not bad, daddy, not bad at all!"
His prick lay in her palm, beating irregularly, growing slowly under the effects of her holding him. Gently she opened and closed her fist around the shaft, making it expand with each tender squeeze.
She loved the sensation of it throbbing in her grasp, the pounding of his blood becoming more and more fevered, the desire growing rapidly as she caressed him. She could hear his quiet, aching sighs and she smiled in satisfaction.
Gently she began to tug and pull on the cock, forcing the semi-erect weapon to grow harder and harder under her attentive attack. Henry moaned in pleasure, jerking spasmodically as she fondled him, his own hands attacking her flesh with increasing hunger, now.
Lovingly he slithered the tips of his fingers along the wet, warm flesh of her inner thighs. He rode the digits up along her cunt petals and the girl shuddered uncontrollably at the response his caress produced in her loins.
She shivered with pleasure, the fiery demands beginning to grow in her womb. Rarely did she ever feel any passion for a John, rarely did she enjoy it at all, but this was much different.
The old man seemed to know just how to touch a woman, just how gentle to be, just where to concentrate his attack. She sighed achingly as she felt his fingers slithering through her pussy hair, rolling and turning against her throbbing mound.
Tenderly the old man rubbed the tips of his digits against her damp, quivering clit and the young girl almost leaped from the bed with the pure, aching delight of his gentle caress.
Her lips moved back and forth against his urgently, now, and her tongue darted back and forth between his teeth with increasing demand. She groaned and shivered, rocking gently from side to side, her fingers kneading and caressing his cock with growing passion and force.
Slowly his prick grew to full erection under her insistent attention. She pumped her lovely fist up and down on his tool, pinching the thick, gnarled head between them, slicing her nails through his fevered flesh.
She loved feeling his cock getting bigger and bigger as she fondled it, loved feeling the hot, demanding blood tearing through his shaft. She felt him shuddering and groaning, bucking spasmodically as she toyed with the hard, thick spear.
"You got some prick, daddy," she laughed in a light, lilting tone of voice. "I can't believe how alive this old thing is! Man, it just can't wait, can it!"
Henry chuckled and shook his head. "Ohh, Sarah, little Sarah, you're so nice to your old grandpa," he laughed quietly. "Make him feel so good?'
The young girl could not tell if Henry was putting her on or what, but at that moment she really didn't give a damn. It had been a long time between good fucks for her and she intended to enjoy this one completely.
Gently she rolled her fingers up and down on his tool, squeezing and kneading every inch of the throbbing prong. She slipped her soft, warm free hand beneath his balls and cupped them, affectionately, around the quaking sack.
The huge container was hot and pounding with need, the tortured stones of his balls rumbling demandingly within the hairy sack. Lovingly she rolled his balls over her fingers and kneaded his flesh with her tender digits.
Now, Henry drew her large, soft breasts to his mouth. She groaned in pleasure once more as she felt the old man kissing her alabaster globes with an eager passion. He lathered her nipples with his tongue and nipped at her flesh with his teeth.
The young girl giggled in delight, shivering uncontrollably under the affects of his mouth. Her tits felt highly sensitized, now, tingling with the awesome pleasure of his kissing and nibbling mouth.
She crushed her breasts down hard against the old man's mouth, moving them back and forth against his lips in an urgent fashion. She thrilled to his licking and kissing, feeling the old, lovely fire of need building steadily in her loins.
"God damn, grandpa, you make me feel good," she moaned, opening and closing her thighs, spasmodically under his exploring digits. "Ahh, you make me feel better than I have in a long, long time!"
Hungrily she rode her fingers up and down on his cock. She pumped the lovely, soft digits urgently on his shaft, rolling and turning them against his flesh until she could feel the cock quaking violently with growing passion.
She loved the sense of power it gave her to turn him on like this, and she was determined that he would grow so crazed with lust that he would not know who he was.
She felt his fingers, now hungrily attacking her pussy, and she shivered with a harsh, almost painful wave of wanting that tore through her. She felt him catch her twitching clit between his thumb and forefinger and she cried out in delight as he rolled the trapped morsel back and forth between them.
"Ohh, Christ that's good," she gasped, climbing up completely on the bed now, inching her way along side of him. "Ahhh, daddy, daddy, you sure know what to do!"
Henry chuckled quietly, pleased that he was having the effect he wanted on the girl. He was well aware now that she wasn't Sarah, but he didn't mind, this was more fun than he had had in ages.
Lovingly he rolled her clit between his fingers, scraping at her cunt petals with the free digits at the same time. Her pussy was dripping with love juice, now, and his fingers were growing wet and sticky from the creamy fluid.
The hot, throbbing heat that poured from her loins caressed his fingers, enticingly, and he eagerly rubbed the slippery petals of her womb. Her cunt lips were warm and swollen with need and she bucked spasmodically as he probed her luscious folds of flesh.
She felt him eagerly slithering his digits back and forth along the cleft between her pussy lips, pinching and tugging on them in a teasing manner. The aching desire was churning more powerfully in her now, an almost exquisite agony under the attack.
She shuddered uncontrollably as she felt the old man slipping two fingers into her hot, wet tunnel. She groaned with delight as she felt him slowly burying the prongs in the depths of her womb, while continuing to rub the throbbing button of her clit with his thumb.
"Jesus, that's it, daddy, that's it," she sighed, bucking her cunt hard against his hand. She sighed in pleasure, feeling the man rolling and turning his fingers deep inside of her, now.
Her attack on his cock became more urgent and demanding, now, and she drove her fist hungrily up and down on his pole. His prick was as hard as a steel bar, now, and the hot, steaming blood that tore through it, almost burned her soft, creamy flesh with its urgent greed.
She rhythmically rode her fingers along his throbbing shaft, yanking and pulling on the tool until Henry was gasping with pleasure, quivering uncontrollably on the bed under her assault.
His mouth rode over her tits greedily, now, his teeth fastening around one pert, rosy nipple and drawing it past his lips. The girl shuddered and sighed, aching with need as she felt him lathering the imprisoned nugget with his tongue.
She could feel the come churning in his balls as she fondled them, making the hard, tortured stones quake violently against her palm. She thrilled to the dank scent of passion that rose from his loins, tingling deliciously in her nostrils.
The air in the room was growing thick with wanting, a heady, enticing aroma that served to turn them on all the more. Both of them were becoming weak and breathless with desire and it was hardly a scene of a whore having mercy on an old man any longer.
Now, she thought of him as nothing more than a superb instrument for her pleasure and she intended to enjoy him as much as possible. She powered her hand relentlessly up and down on his cock and squeezed the shaft greedily in her fingers.
Henry shuddered and moaned, pumping his spears in and out of her pussy with a slow, rhythmic grace. Each stroke that he took was calculated to take her higher on the plane of ecstasy and he was doing the job perfectly, now.
He could feel her cunt muscles, strong and determined, fluttering wildly around his plunging spears, gripping and squeezing his fingers with every marvelous plunge that they took.
The girl rocked and swayed under the old man's attack, her pussy aching with need, her loins tingling with the delicious sensations she was experiencing. She sobbed and cried in delight, the pleasure overwhelming her, now.
Hungrily she felt the old man lathering and kissing her tits. He sucked passionately on her nipples and rolled the juicy buttons back and forth between his teeth. The girl could hardly believe how marvelous the feelings she was having were, and she could barely wait to experience his prick inside of her, now.
"Ohh, Jesus, daddy, yeah," she groaned, thrusting her cunt eagerly at his hand. "Umm, more, baby, do me some more! It's so good, so damn good!"
Henry could feel the heat of her desire baking his fingers as they rode the steaming, slippery flesh of her darling tunnel. He loved the sensation of her cunt quaking around his plunging tools, the muscles fluttering spasmodically against his driving prongs.
He buried his fingers deep inside of her, and felt the girl thrashing around them, gasping and sobbing in delight. Her warm, soft flesh was draped over his ancient frame, now, soothing his body deliciously.
"Ahh, sweet child, so warm and tight," he whispered hungrily, scraping the tips of his fingers against her inner walls. "Ummm, you know just what to do, honey, just what to do!"
Now the girl was growing more and more beside herself with greed. She powered her hand frantically up and down on his cock, twisting and turning her fingers as she went along, eager to feel more and more of the pleasure.
This old man was clearly something else, she thought, and she could think of little more, now, but how badly she wanted him. She moaned and squirmed about his chest, her tits slapping his face, delightfully.
Henry chuckled and slipped his free hand around her ample buttocks, closing his fingers around her flesh and squeezing the precious half moons, greedily. She shuddered, causing her ass to jiggle enticingly against his palm and he hungrily slithered his fingers back and forth along the damp cleft between her spongy cheeks.
The girl sobbed with desire, now, her bottom tingling with the delightful caress of his hand, her taut, wet anal dot quivering spasmodically each time the tips of his digits caressed the ruby opening.
She loved the sensation of his fingers kneading and caressing her ass, now, and she groaned thickly as she felt one insistent digit probing the damp entrance to her anal pit.
Urgently she relaxed her rectal muscles, allowing him access to her damp, warm passage. Eagerly the old man slipped the finger inside of her bum and she sobbed with the harsh, exquisite agony of his invasion.
She loved having someone massage her asshole while playing with her pussy at the same time and she was amazed that the old man knew so much about giving a woman pleasure.
As Henry buried his finger deep in her anal canal, she felt her tight, warm passage expanding delightfully and the sensation of his other fingers, scraping against the third through the thin layer of flesh that separated them.
She groaned thickly, shivering with delight as Henry began to match the rhythm of one hand with the rhythm of the other. Soon, all three fingers were pumping in and out of her in perfect time, and her whole lower body was seized in the grip of an awesome, demanding greed.
"Ohhh, Jesus, yeah, do it baby, do it," she moaned, twisting and turning under his assault, shivering as he relentlessly pumped his fingers in and out of her.
She was quivering and quaking under the assault, her flesh almost on fire with desire and need. She moaned thickly, bucking her bottom against his one hand, then thrusting her cunt against the other.
Her own hands were now busily massaging and pulling on his cock, tugging it from left to right in an urgent fashion. She felt the blood tearing through his meat violently, forcing the prick to quake with demand in her grasp.
Both of them were aching with need now, shivering and gasping as the desire tore through them, relentlessly. Henry could barely breathe, now, so fierce was the mixture of pain and pleasure inside of him, and his prick ached with need and wanting.
The girl hardly knew where she was any longer. Her body seemed on fire with greed and her pussy ached so badly she could hardly stand it. All she could think about was getting the old man's cock inside of her, burying it deep and letting it pound fiercely against her agonized flesh.
"Ohh, Jesus, daddy, Jesus, yeah," she moaned, shivering with the rolling waves of pleasure that rippled through her. "Ummm, got to fuck you, daddy, got to fuck you soon! Umm, very soon, indeed!"
The old man moaned with wanting, his cock quaking so violently that he knew he could come at almost any moment. He slipped his fingers from her womb and gripped her tightly around the hips.
"Come on, honey, climb on board," he laughed gruffly, tugging on her lithe frame, hungrily. "Come on aboard this old man right now, honey, right now!"
Eagerly the girl slipped her body over his thighs, straddling them with her own, creamy limbs. She took hold of his cock once again and drew it to her pussy, teasing her cunt lips with the head of the throbbing shaft.
She groaned in delight as she felt the huge tip slicing back and forth against her cunt petals, the harsh, engorged tip of his shaft lazily scraping against her aching clit. The demanding passion stirred even more wildly in her loins, now, and she gasped as she rubbed her cunt with the pounding tool.
"Ummm, baby, gonna be so good, so damn good," she cooed, her voice thick with the passion she was experiencing. "Got to have it, daddy, got to have your cock, right now, right, now!
Hungrily she guided the huge, pounding weapon toward her dripping petals. She gasped as she felt the huge shaft parting the slippery lips, gently slithering beyond her steaming petals to the moist, warm chamber within.
Henry shuddered uncontrollably as he felt the girl forcing his cock to penetrate her womb. Her taut, lovely flesh wrapped itself eagerly around the invading tool, flexing violently, trying to draw more of the shaft inside of her, now.
She bucked forward, grinding her buttocks down on his thighs as she drove the cock deeper inside of her. She moaned in wanting, feeling the shaft slowly burying itself to the hilt in her steaming tunnel.
Gently she rocked back and forth on his thighs, her soft, spongy buttocks rubbing enticingly against his flesh. His cock beat wildly in the depths of her womb and she could feel the fevered meat pounding with the tortured blood of his passion.
"Ahh, baby, daddy, that's so good," she whispered, her voice rich and dripping with erotic promise. "Umm, do it, baby, do it to me now, yeah, now!"
Henry moaned, shuddering with the spasms of greed that were racing through his loins. He bucked himself up inside of her, gasping as she kneaded and squeezed his shaft with her strong, experienced pussy muscles.
"Ohhh, yeah, honey, good and tight, yeah," he sighed, rocking and churning in the depths of her loins. "Ummm, been a long time, honey, a long, long time!"
The girl giggled in delight and ground her bottom against his legs. She leaned forward, gripping the old man by the shoulders, and rhythmically began to ride the hard, pounding shaft.
Slowly she slithered her pussy up and down on his prick, shivering as the delight and wanting rippled through her. Her pussy was drawing tight as a bow and gripping his prick fiercely as she rode the huge prong.
Back and forth she rocked, her tits slashing against his chest, her fingers digging into his bony shoulders for support. Her eyes were tightly shut and her whole body seemed to be centered in her pussy, now.
Henry sighed in pleasure, wrapping his fingers around her hips as the girl relentlessly pumped her cunt up and down on his shaft. He could feel her pussy lips fluttering around his prick and her muscles squeezing him urgently, and the orgasm that had been building was drawing nearer and nearer to explosion in his balls.
Harder and faster the young girl thrust his prick into her. She twisted and turned as she rode the shaft, eager to feel his hot come spilling inside of her and her own orgasm bursting wildly in the depths of her loins.
She methodically kneaded and squeezed his cock with her muscles, thrilling to the sensation of his greed clearly reaching an agonized pitch under her attack. She could feel her pussy tensing up like a wound spring and she could hardly believe how demanding and urgent her passion had become.
"Good, daddy, fucking me good," she cooed lovingly, rocking back and forth, grinding her cunt down hard on his shaft. "Ummm, so damn good, fucking me so damn good, right now!"
Again and again Henry drove his prick into her. His cock felt ten times its size, now, and his balls ached with the huge, steaming mass of come that was bubbling in the confinement of his taut bag.
Harder and harder they threw themselves at each other now. Both of them were crying out in soft, compelling manners, the lust that was consuming them so powerful that they could hardly bear it, now.
Henry ground his prick hard inside of her as the girl fell forward, collapsing across his chest. He pulled her buttocks forward, jamming her pussy tight to his groin, rocking and twisting hungrily in the depths of her steaming pit.
He could feel her muscles quivering violently around his shaft, and her creamy, thick love juice swirling against his tortured meat. From the way she was quivering so violently, he knew she was near the moment of her release.
Carefully he rocked from side to side, twisting and turning his cock inside of her now, moaning as yet another enticing ripple of pleasure raced through him. He felt the girl grinding her belly wetly against his own and the beginnings of an orgasm rumbling in the depths of her loins.
"Oooo, daddy, daddy, yeah," she moaned, shivering with the first wave of intense and demanding relief. "Ohhh, going to come, daddy, you're making your little baby, come so good!"
Shuddering uncontrollably, the orgasm burst in the depths of her pussy and the girls sobbed and screamed as it tore through her. Henry held tight to her hips as the compelling spasms wracked her frame.
She twisted and turned on his prick, locking and unlocking her pussy muscles against it as the harsh, searing pleasure tore through her. She shuddered and moaned, crying out again and again.
Henry felt her loins erupting with a pleasing force and the creamy fluid of her passion swirled delightfully around his buried spear. He held the girl tight to his belly and rhythmically pumped his cock in and out of her bursting cave.
On and on went the girl's climax. She ground her pussy hard against the old man's prick, moaning and sighing with delight and passion.
She felt his prick pounding fiercely inside of her, now, and she bucked back and forth, aching to feel his climax explode inside of her. She kneaded and gripped his prick as hard as she could with her pussy muscles, listening carefully to the gasps of pleasure tearing from his lips.
Suddenly the old man was groaning wildly, slamming his shaft in and out of her in a complete frenzy. She felt the cock swell to bursting in her pit, then the hot, boiling come began to spurt from the tool and sear the flesh of her aching tunnel with its liquid greed.
"Ahh, Jesus, honey, ahhh, coming good right now," Henry sighed, shivering in the harsh grip of his climax. "Coming in you so nice right now, honey!"
Again and again the creamy fluid spurt from his tool, the come was thick and creamy and the girl was thrilled by the warm, lovely pleasure of it filling her pussy to overflowing.
Greedily she ground her cunt against the prick and held it firmly while the waves of need and release roared through both of them. They shuddered and quaked for quite some time, until finally the girl just lay on top of him, shivering with the final spasms of their release.
Suddenly, from below, there was a lot of shouting and screaming. The girl lifted her head, absently, from Henry's shoulders and tried to figure out what was going on.
The door to the room burst open and the old man's granddaughter came into the room, shouting. "It's a raid, we have to get out of here!" she cried, then she stopped up short at the scene in front of her. "Henry! Henry, what are you doing!"
"I think that's obvious, Sarah," Jimmy said, brushing past her and hauling the exhausted girl off the old man. "Come on, Mister Carney, we have to get the hell out of here!"
CHAPTER FIVE
Sarah hadn't said two words to either one of them since they had made their escape down the drain pipe at the back of the house. It was now early morning, the sun just coming up over the trees and Jimmy was getting impatient with her.
"Listen, Sarah, I wish you'd quit this silent treatment," he complained. He glared at her. "It's making me God damn nervous, that's all!"
Henry chuckled absently, half of his mind on what was going on around him, the other deep in the delightful memory of a few hours before. He glanced back and forth between the two teenagers and sighed.
"You musn't get upset with me, honey," he chuckled happily. "After all, who knows when I might get such a lovely chance with such a marvelous girl again?"
"I think it's disgusting, that's all," the girl growled. She stared at her grandfather. "A man your age Henry ought to have more sense! What if she had some kind of a disease or something?"
Henry chuckled once again. "Well, honey, at my age, I'd just be happy that I had what it took to catch it," he replied. "Aw, come on now, Sarah."
Jimmy cackled teasingly. "Anybody would think you're just jealous, Sarah," he said playfully. "Sounds to me like you were upset because it wasn't you! You're getting to be like a wife with him!"
She shot a glance at him, and Jimmy withered under her glare and turned his eyes back to the road. They were drawing more and more near to the city, now, each mile taking them closer to what Sarah hoped was her grandfather's salvation.
She was wondering, truthfully, why she had reacted this way. After all, she reasoned, she should be glad that Henry had sex, he certainly could use it. There wasn't much of a chance of it happening again for a long time, so why was she angry.
She couldn't believe it was for the reason Jimmy joked about. She didn't want to have sex with her grandfather. But then again, she wasn't too sure about that either.
Everything in her life had gotten so tangled and confused, lately, that she hardly knew what to think anymore. She had found out what sex was like, and wanted more, and she was beginning to wonder if maybe what Jimmy had said wasn't true.
It was the weirdest idea she had ever heard of, but there was no denying, either, that Henry was quite unlike any other old man she had ever met. She knew him as a strong, compassionate man with none of the holds on him that the past had on so many other people.
Perhaps, in a way, it wasn't strange at all that she would be attracted to him, he never treated her like a granddaughter anyway, more like a fellow companion in this life.
She sighed and leaned back against the seat of the car, realizing it was one of those questions she probably would never be able to answer. She watched the road going by outside the window and she prayed, absently, that all would be well at the end of their journey. After all, Aunt Lois and Uncle Walter were the last chance.
These thoughts burned her mind all the day long, and by the time they had reached the last hundred miles of their journey, she was in a feverish state, praying that the end of the road would be a pleasant one.
They were tooling along at a good clip, the sun beginning to lower in the sky when Jimmy moaned and shook his head. Behind them, through the rear view mirror, Sarah could see the flashing light atop a State Police car.
"What are we going to do?" she moaned, shaking her head. "Jimmy, Jimmy, what are we going to do, now?"
The boy nodded, grimly. "There isn't anything else to do but pull over," he sighed unhappily. "Maybe we can talk our way out of it, if we're lucky."
He slid the car to a stop on the shoulder of the road and the trooper pulled up behind him. The big, tall man got out of his car and slowly came up to the driver's side of theirs.
"License and registration, please," he said in a harsh, clipped tone of voice.
Jimmy smiled weakly and gave the man his license and the registration from the glove compartment. The man peered down at it then smiled as he gazed into the car.
"I think you folks better follow me, there's a call out for this auto and three people of your description," the trooper told them. "I'll take you to the station."
Sarah was about to speak but Henry quieted her with a raised hand. As the trooper walked away, he whispered to Jimmy in a low, calm tone of voice.
"You just follow my instructions, son," he said, a slight trace of laughter in his voice. "We'll get out of this mess, yet, I promise you!"
Slowly they took off behind the trooper. Jimmy kept his eyes straight ahead, wondering, rather dreading, what Henry had in mind. The old man was gazing intently at the road in front of them, taking in all the scenery possible.
As the trooper tooled his car around a sharp curve, Henry shouted suddenly to Jimmy, pointing to a break in the fence that kept the highway from the land on the edge of the road.
He showed Jimmy the access road leading away from the highway and the boy quickly spun the car onto it and tore off down the dirt road as fast as he dared. The car left a huge trail of dust behind it as it skidded and swerved down the rutted dirt road and the three of them were cackling wildly as the sped along.
"He'll sure be surprised, won't he," howled Henry, slapping his thigh in delight. "I'd like to see his face when he glances in the mirror and we're not there!"
Even Jimmy could not help finding the situation amusing. He sighed and shook his head, laughing warmly. "That was some trick, Mister Carney," he said with a touch of awe in his voice. "I never would have thought of that!"
"In my younger days, I was on the dodge from the law quite often," Henry explained. "You learn fast how to make use of any breaks you get. Now, he'll go a little crazy, because he didn't expect it. By the time he calms down, we'll be long gone!"
They found a secondary road and Jimmy quickly drew the car up onto it. He drove for a few more miles then turned off again, onto another dirt road, and pulled the car to a stop just out of sight from the highway.
He turned and stared at Henry and Sarah. "They know," he said simply. "They know where we're going. So what do we do, now?"
"Just because they know, doesn't mean Aunt Lois isn't going to take us in," Sarah insisted. "She knows Henry isn't as bad as Frank says he is, I know she knows, that!"
"Well," Jimmy sighed, nodding his head slightly. "We have to keep out of sight the rest of the way. They'll really be looking for us, now!"
"Why don't we just ditch the car, Jimmy, and take a bus the rest of the way?" Henry asked. "They'll be looking for this old heap, but not us, maybe."
Jimmy nodded, slowly. "That might not be a bad idea, Mister Carney," he said after a moment's consideration. "By the time they found it, we could be there!"
"It's our only chance," Sarah finally said, smacking her fist into her palm. "We have to do it, we have to! That is, if Henry doesn't really mind."
The old man laughed. "Why would I mind, honey," he chuckled warmly. "After all, this is the grandest adventure I've had in more years than I care to remember! Let's go, kids, on to New York!"
They caught the bus about twenty five miles out of the city. The three of them were extremely nervous, glancing about anxiously to see if anyone acted like they knew who they were.
The other's boarding the bus ignored them, though, and in a few moments, they were heading toward the city, resting comfortably in their seats as they rode along. Henry lapsed into a calm nap after awhile and took up two of the seats as he slept.
Sarah sat huddled with Jimmy across the way, glancing at the old man nervously every now and then as they talked. She held Jimmy's hand tightly in hers and spoke in a quaking tone of voice.
"What are they going to do to him, Jimmy?" she moaned, shaking her head from left to right in despair. "I'm so afraid for him. If Uncle Walter says ... "
"Come on, Sarah, come on," her friend said carefully. "You told me yourself that he was okay, and he sure don't look senile to me! It'll be okay, you know it will! Just try and relax, baby, relax."
He slipped his arm around her and held her tight to him, turning his head to kiss her tenderly on the cheek. She snuggled up tight to him, feeling protected no matter how absurd that seemed.
She was growing very close to the boy, and she felt a real love for him that before had only been casual friendship. "I'm going to make all of this up to you, Jimmy," she promised. "You'll see, I really will!"
Jimmy gazed at her, fondly. "You don't have to make anything up to me, Sarah," he said finally, his voice trembling with emotion. "Just being who you are is more than enough, believe me!"
They sat together for the rest of the ride, holding each other close, drifting in and out of fitful sleep until the bus pulled into Manhattan and they were jarred away by the size and pace of the huge city.
"Well, well, look at all this, will you," Henry laughed pointing out the various buildings he knew. "Ain't been to New York in God knows how long! Always did love this place, it was so damn crazy!"
The three of them ooed and ahhed over the sights as the bus tooled its way through the heavy traffic toward the terminal in the center of the island. When the bus pulled up to a stop, they allowed all the rest of the people to get off before leaving their seats themselves.
They made their way down to the street and stepped out into the milling, teeming mass of people there, a little stunned by the size and volume of what was surrounding them. Sarah had never seen such a place before and she and Jimmy were a little in awe of the whole thing.
Henry laughed and stepped out into the street to hail a cab. "Seen them do it this way on TV," he cackled, putting two fingers between his teeth and piercing the air with a sharp, screeching whistle.
Almost at once a cab slid over to where they were standing, and Henry pulled open the back door and ushered them in with a wink. When they flopped down in the back seat, Sarah gave the driver her Aunt's address and they took off.
"Well, this is it, Henry," Sarah told him, nervously.
The old man glanced at her with a twinkle in his eye. "Now don't you worry, Sarah," She sighed, by now unable to answer him at all, she was so tense and wrought up. When they reached the apartment building that her aunt and uncle lived in, she paid the driver and they quickly went to the building.
They pressed the buzzer beneath her aunt's mail box and a tinny voice asked who it was. When she identified herself, a sharp, click came from the glass door in front of them, and they pushed their way inside.
In moments they had traveled up in the elevator and were standing in front of her aunt's door. Sarah took a deep breath and pushed the door bell. After a second or two, it swung open and Sarah's heart dropped.
Aside from her aunt and uncle, standing in the center of the room, a cold, tight look on his face, was Henry's son Frank. Sarah realized at once, that her cause was lost and a suddenly swirling blackness came over her then, digging into her mind until she lost all contact with the real world and slumped, quietly, to the floor in the middle of her faint.
It had all been too much for her, the struggle to save her grandfather, only to have the struggle become meaningless in the end. She had tried so hard, so hard ...
CHAPTER SIX
She came out of it slowly. A crawl to the surface of consciousness once more. Around her head, lights dazzled and blinked and her vision was blurred for a few moments as she listened to the hushed voices beside her.
"Poor little Sarah," Henry was saying, draping a damp, cool cloth over her forehead. "You just got all excited, honey, now just lay still!"
"Henry, Henry you have to get away," she groaned, trying to sit up. "We have to find Jimmy right now and get away, Henry!"
"Now, now, child, calm yourself," her Aunt Carol said warmly. "You got yourself all in a bother. Why you came up with such a crazy idea, I will never know!"
"Where's Jimmy, where is he?" she whispered frantically, her eyes clearing now and her mind coming back to normal. "Where's Jimmy, I want to know?"
"We already sent him back," Frank said, harshly, lighting a cigarette and puffing on it savagely. "That boy's in one hell of a lot of trouble! He's lucky the cops didn't toss him in the can for that stunt he pulled."
"Now, Frank, I told you before, it was my idea," the old man said softly, turning to confront his son. "You can't go blaming these kids for being so concerned."
"Yeah, well if we ever needed an example for things, this little trip will certainly do just fine," his son replied harshly. "Imagine, at your age, running off like that, you're gone, Henry, just gone."
"He is not, you bastard, he is not," cried Sarah, trying to get up out of the bed and attack her uncle. "I'd like to kick you in the balls for that, you mean bastard! You're just mean, that's all!"
Frank turned away in disgust and shook his head. "Say all you want, Missy," he called over his shoulder. "What's done is done, get used to it!"
With that, he pulled the door shut, leaving Sarah and her grandfather alone. Henry stared after his son, sighing and shaking his head, sadly. He blinked and Sarah was sure that she saw tears in his eyes.
"It hasn't been easy for Frank," he said quietly. "He's meant to farm, but he never really had the chance to decide that. I guess I always doted on his brother, that didn't leave much for poor Frank."
"I hate him, I hate him," snarled Sarah, breaking into tears and falling against her grandfather's chest, sobbing. "I wish he were dead. Dead, dead, dead!"
"No, no, don't say that, child," Henry whispered comfortingly. "You just don't know, that's all. You see, I had enough to send his brother on to college, where he was meant to go, but not enough for Frank. I think if Frank had gone, like he thought he wanted to, he'd have quit anyway. But it would have been nice for him if he could have made the decision instead of me."
Sarah could say nothing, then, just lay there, rocking back and forth in her grandfather's arms, the tears of sorrow pouring out of her in uncontrollable rivers. All hope was lost now, there was nothing to do but go home and face the dark, sad future.
By the next afternoon, they were back home, Frank making the final preparations for the home. Sarah listened to him talking on the telephone, her heart sinking as she heard her Uncle's voice.
She stared out at the fields beyond the house and noticed Henry walking through them in a slow, measured gate. Her mind flashed with an idea and she nodded determinedly as she rose from her chair, intent on doing one last thing for the old man she loved so well. Slowly, she walked out to the field to find him.
CHAPTER SEVEN
The sun was warm overhead as Sarah walked through the tall, thick grass toward the pond she knew Henry liked to visit. She felt light hearted even though the pain in her soul was heavy.
She was wearing one of her long, flowing dresses that the old man loved to see her in and she had bathed and perfumed herself in preparation. She hoped he would not find her too bold for she wanted so much to please him.
She found him sitting on a log, staring at the blue-green water that rippled slightly with the breeze blowing across it. He was sitting quite still, making hardly a sound, deep in thought.
She sat down beside him and put her arm around his waist, leaning her lithe, young body into his. He turned his head and smiled, kissing her on the top of her attractive head with an affectionate manner.
"My dear little Sarah, we had quite a time, you and I, didn't we," he laughed softly. He stared at her warmly. "Come on now, honey, perk up, things aren't all that bad, they never are."
Swallowing her fear, Sarah gazed up into her grandfather's warm, kind eyes and spoke in a trembling tone of voice. She knew she had to hurry or she would never dare say what she wanted to him.
"Henry, Henry, you're going to be stuck in that home, and I was wondering," she began, cursing herself for sounding so rattled. "I mean, I was just thinking, well, you know, about what happened the other night."
"What happened the other night, honey?" the old man asked in a quizzical tone of voice. "Whatever it was has completely slipped my mind!"
Sarah wanted to scream. This was one time when she truly wished the old man's memory hadn't gone bad on him. This was going to make her task all the harder if he started to get shocked or angry with her.
Boldly she lifted herself up and pressed her lips to his in an affectionate, yet clearly passionate kiss. "I want you, Henry, I want you before you go," she moaned, quivering as the mixture of fear and wanting rippled through her. "I may never have this chance again!"
The old man shivered as he felt his granddaughter's mouth moving hungrily back and forth across his own. Her tongue was slithering around his teeth, urgently pressing against them.
He could feel her young, soft body quivering violently as she leaned into him, her breathing becoming harsh and erratic. He groaned as he kissed her, parting his teeth under the insistent attack of her darling arrow.
"Ahh, dear little Sarah, so sweet," he chuckled, pulling his mouth from hers for a moment. "I don't know if you know what you're asking me to do with you, honey!"
"Ohhh, God, Henry, I do, I do," she moaned, mashing her body against him frantically once more. "Kiss me, Henry, love me, now! Please, please, before it's too late!"
The old man could not escape the hunger of her attack now, as the girl eagerly mashed her mouth against his own once more. She slid her tongue between his teeth, darting and stabbing with the precious dart, hungrily trying to entwine his around her own.
She moaned as she felt the old man beginning to respond to her urgent attack, his lips roaming greedily over hers, his hands beginning to touch and caress her through the thin material of her dress.
"Ahh, I've dreamed of this, honey," Henry whispered softly, his voice growing thick with desire. "I swear, I have dreamed of this, in this place, I truly have!"
He dropped his hand over the tiny, jutting mounds of her breasts and gave the small, roundish globes a tender squeeze. Sarah gasped in pleasure, shivering as the warm, enticing heat began to ripple through her loins.
Gently, the old man kneaded and caressed her tits, rubbing his palm back and forth across them, feeling them growing firm and erect through the wispy garment. Sarah moaned in pleasure � and ran her hand over his thigh in a greedy fashion.
She gently scraped her fingers back and forth against the tight fit of the old man's slacks, feeling his flesh come alive beneath the garment, trembling with growing need. She ached to experience the sensations he could give her, and she no longer felt nervous or afraid.
Henry's fingers ran down over her stomach and dropped to her lap. She jerked spasmodically as she felt him lazily scratching at her cunt mound through the dress and she could not keep from shuddering involuntarily as the caress sent waves of piercing need tearing through her.
"Ummm, so nice, Henry, you do that so nice," she moaned, shivering once more as another thrilling spasm tore through her. "Ahh, I love that, Henry, darling, I love it when you do that!"
The old man chuckled happily, pleased that his granddaughter was enjoying this. Even through the dress he could feel the heat rising from her womb, pulsating rhythmically against his fingers as it poured from her fevered cave.
Lovingly he slithered his hand over her knee and gave the darling cap a tender squeeze. The girl shuddered uncontrollably and began to tug on the dress, drawing it swiftly up and over her knees, baring her flesh to her waist as she bunched it up in her lap.
"Ohh, touch me, Henry, make me feel good," she begged him, her lovely, supple thighs opening and closing spasmodically. "Oooo, do it now, please, do it right now! Touch me, Henry, touch me, now!"
Eagerly the old man slithered his hand down along the moist, cool flesh of her inner thigh, kneading and caressing the tapered limb with his gnarled fingers. Her flesh was damp with sweat and the juice of passion and she screamed softly as his attentive hand created more urgent fire in her loins.
Groaning and sighing with need, she thrust her pussy against his seeking digits in a frenzied manner. Her panties were tight against her loins and already a little soaked with the juice of her need.
Henry busily rode his fingers over her quaking mound, delighting in the way that she shuddered and cried out under his caress. He cupped his hand over her throbbing hillock and rhythmically rubbed the hard heel of his hand up and down across it.
The girl moaned thickly, and her own fingers were hungrily slicing back and forth across the growing bulge at the center of his trousers. She could feel his shaft expanding behind them, and she eagerly attack the building weapon with her soft, exquisite fingers.
Gently she squeezed the tool and the old man groaned, jerking a bit in an involuntary response to her caress. "That's right, Sarah, ummm, ohh yes," he sighed, shivering as the lovely tremors tore through him. "Ahh, yes, perfect, perfect, honey!"
Hungrily, now, Sarah kneading and gripped his prick through his trousers. Her free hand slipped behind her back and she frantically tore at the zipper to her dress, trying desperately to pull it down to the base of her spine.
Henry laughed at her frantic motion and brushed her fingers aside. Quickly he ran the zipper down, then drew the garment away from her body, sliding the sleeves free of her long, supple arms.
Her tiny, pert breasts jiggled enticingly as he gazed at them, her nipples hard and pink against the alabaster background of her boobs. The precious globes seemed to sway anxiously from left and right with her breathing, seemingly aching for the attention of his hands.
Gently, the old man wrapped his fingers around one soft, pliant sphere and squeezed it tenderly. She sobbed and quaked as she felt his fingers digging into her flesh, her loins beginning to rumble with demand.
Soothingly, Henry rubbed this thumb across her nipples, sending harsh, stinging darts of pleasure racing through her. She sighed contentedly as she felt him squeezing and massaging her boobs, totally concerned with her pleasure, now.
"You have such a lovely little body, honey," the old man whispered kindly. He kissed her cheek tenderly. "I hope that it will always give you as much pleasure as it possibly can!"
Sarah moaned and shuddered, almost unable to speak, now that her passion was beginning to build rapidly in her loins. Her lips felt dry and parched, and her mouth tasted of dust.
She felt the old man's fingers tugging on her panties, in a casual manner, and she willingly lifted her buttocks from the log they were sitting upon, and allowed him to slithered the garment free of her throbbing loins.
She lifted her legs and Henry quickly slipped the unwanted underwear over her dainty feet. She giggled when he bent down to kiss her toes, giving her a wink as he pressed his lips to them.
"Every single part of your body is delicious, little Sarah," he said wickedly, slipping off the long in front of her. "I just could eat you all up, honey!"
Sarah moaned as he drew her to the grass beside him. They lay down on their sides, just inches apart, now, their hands beginning to explore each other's bodies in earnest, now.
Hungrily, Henry returned one hand to her tits and the other to her crotch. Her cunt was quaking with need, now, damp and slippery with the creamy love juice that poured from her womb.
As his fingers lightly danced across the hot, quivering hillock, Sarah gasped in passion and trembled uncontrollably with the raging fires that seared her loins.
She hungrily reached for his groin with her tender, soft hand, eager to feel his prick once more. Lovingly she wrapped her fingers around the growing mound and gave the expanding weapon a tender squeeze.
"I love you, Henry, and I love doing this with you," she moaned quietly, kneading and massaging his prick through his trousers. "I don't care what anybody says, this is all I want to do!"
The old man said nothing. His throat felt dry and raspy and he could hardly find the words to say anything. He shuddered a bit as she squeezed his prick once more, the harsh, burning need raging in his balls.
Hungrily he bent forward, pressing his lips to her breasts. His ancient petals rode lovingly back and forth over the creamy globes, kissing and lathering them with a growing passion.
He caught one of her nipples between his teeth and the girl screamed softly as he gathered her boob into his mouth. She shuddered and sobbed, aching with all the thousands of sensations that were assaulting her, now.
She felt his fingers, long and stiff, kneading and toying with the flesh of her cunt mound. He caught the strands of wispy hair that covered her adorable hillock, and tugged on them in a teasing fashion.
"My goodness, Sarah, you're a bit wet and warm, aren't you?" he laughed, enjoying the fact that she was getting more and more crazed with passion. "Have to figure out a way to calm you down, won't we?"
"Ohhh, God, Henry, God, it's so good," she groaned, jerking violently as a powerful, demanding tremor raced through her, suddenly. "You ... ohhh, you make me feel ... ummm, so damn good!"
Henry chuckled again and gently rode the tips of his fingers up and down along the top of her trembling pussy lips. The soft, wet petals fluttered in response, trembling with delight under his attack.
Eagerly, now, Henry began to explore the hot, wet hillock that he wanted so badly. He didn't care about anything, now, but having this harsh, yet pleasing desire meet its completed end.
He rubbed her tiny, damp clit with the tip of his thumb, rolling it back and forth until the girl was jerking and bouncing spasmodically beneath his hand, her fingers squeezing and gripping his cock, wildly.
"Yes, little Sarah, yes," he sighed, his voice broken and weak with need. "This is what we should do for each other, only this! Ummm, so nice, little Sarah, so nice!"
Both of them were growing more frenzied with wanting, now. Sarah's cunt was pounding with need and she could feel his cock quaking powerfully under her hand. She gripped the shaft urgently, now, and squeezed it as hard as she dared.
She no longer was content with merely feeling his flesh through his trousers, she wanted to experience the sensation of it beating wildly in her hand, and she fumbled with his trousers in a frenzied manner.
Hungrily she pulled the zipper free, shoving the folds of the pants aside in the same motion. Henry groaned thickly as he felt her fingers slip inside of his trousers, searching frantically for his hard, quaking tool.
The girl wrapped her hand around the cock and the old man nearly leaped from the grass with the intense pleasure of first contact. He groaned thickly, jerking violently as the girl drew his prick from the confinement of his trousers.
"Ohh, it's just as big and hard and good as I had hoped," she cooed, lovingly, gazing fondly at the huge, throbbing weapon in her hand. "Ummm, I love how alive it feels, Henry! I love the way it shivers in my palm!"
"Umm, yes, darling Sarah, ahhh do that, yes," the old man, moaned, swaying a little as she opened and closed her fist around his shaft. "You're a perfect angel, darling, a perfect angel indeed!"
Sarah giggled a bit, thrilling to the way her grandfather shuddered uncontrollably as she fondled his throbbing meat. She could feel the harsh, demanding blood racing through the shaft, forcing it to pulsate wildly in her tender grip.
Eagerly she rubbed the tip of her pink little thumb back and forth across the surface of his cock, and sliced, teasingly, at the hot, dry head with her nail. The old man cried out in pleasure, a seizure of need quaking through his body, now.
Slowly, all thoughts of anything but their aching need drifted away. She began to ride her delicate fingers up and down on his prick, kneading and squeezing the shaft carefully as she went along.
She thrilled to the angry come that she felt churning in his balls as she cupped them in her palm. She loved the way his flesh roared with desire, throbbing violently as she squeezed his cock and kneaded his pounding balls.
Tenderly she tugged on his taut, hairy sack, pinching and caressing the stones between her fingers. The old man was beside himself with lust, now, and his own hands attacked her tender young flesh with a complete abandon, now.
Hungrily he rode his fingers over her cunt mound, kneading and pinching her flesh as he fondled her. He caught the delicate button of her clit between his thumb and forefinger and the girl screamed as the stinging pleasure seared her aching loins.
"Ohh, Jesus, ummm, yes, Henry, yes," she sobbed, shivering uncontrollably as the intense pleasure she was experiencing only seemed to grow and grow. "Ohhh, please, more please, yes, yes!"
Now the old man gently rolled her clit back and forth, while tickling her cunt lips with the rest of his fingers. The girl shuddered and sobbed, the harsh, fiery greed completely consuming her, now.
She drove her hand up and down on his cock, determinedly, loving every moment of the way his prick grew bigger and bigger in her grasp. She could actually feel it expanding in her tiny hand and she shivered with anticipation of how it would feel deep inside of her.
"Sarah, Sarah, ahh, yes," her grandfather gasped, his voice so twisted and harsh, that she could barely understand him, now. "So good, Sarah, you do that so well! Ahhh, perfect, honey, just perfect!
Eagerly, now, he rode his fingers up and down along the damp, quivering cleft between her pussy lips. The soft, creamy petals trembled with pleasure as he assaulted them, and the girl greedily thrust her loins against his seeking prongs.
Hungrily, Henry began to kiss and suck her small, luscious breasts. Her tits were quivering under his mouth, the nipples tensed with passion, responding to the slightest caress of his greedy mouth.
She gasped as she felt him catch one of the tiny nuggets between his teeth and slowly gather all of the pert, alabaster globe into his mouth. She moaned thickly as his tongue slashed back and forth across her nipples, darting and stabbing at them in a frantic fashion.
Now his fingers began to become more urgent and demanding at her womb. She sighed and rolled over on her back, parting her thighs wide to give him all the room he needed. She moaned and sobbed once more as she felt him part the twin folds of flesh that guarded her loins and slip two fingers inside of her.
"Yes, yes, deeper, deeper," she gasped, screaming with pleasure under the fiery delight of the penetration. "Ohhh, God, do it, Henry, put them all the way in me, all the way, now!"
Slowly the old man rolled and turned his fingers against her taut, steaming inner walls until he had buried his fingers to the hilt in her womb. He could feel her cunt throbbing around the sunken prongs, her pussy muscles fluttering spasmodically against the thick, stiff spears.
Gently he began to pump the digits in and out of her in a careful, controlled manner, eager to give the girl as much pleasure as he could. She flexed her muscles hungrily around his fingers and kneaded his prick with increased frenzy.
The two of them were damp with sweat and the moisture of the grassy bed they lay upon. Henry drove his fingers in and out of her pussy methodically, twisting and turning them as he went along, making sure to tease and caress every inch of her hot, taut flesh.
Her cunt felt marvelous around his fingers and her breasts were, the sweetest-tasting he had kissed in years. His prick ached with passion and greed, and the come that was boiling in his taut, hairy bag was growing more fierce and demanding with each moment that passed.
He powered his fingers in and out of her with a growing rhythm and force and his lips were now traveling passionately down over her trim, taut body. She sobbed wildly, now, her whole frame quivering with desire as she sighed with an aching wanting as she felt his mouth traveling over her trim belly.
"Ohh, Jesus, ummm, yes, do that please," she moaned as his lips began to kiss the wispy strands of hair that covered her fifteen-year-old mound. "Ohh, please, yes, eat me, please, Henry, please!"
Now her pussy was on fire for the old man's attack. She eagerly spread her legs as far apart as they would go and lay quivering in anticipation. When she felt his tongue slicing wickedly across the rim of her throbbing hillock, the sensation was so intensely pleasing that she burst into tears.
Henry began to attack her pussy with a vengeance, now. He lathered the rim of her hillock hungrily, slicing the tip of his rough, seeking dart viciously across her damp, twitching clit.
The effect was immediate and powerful. The girl howled in pleasure and rose up from the grass in a shudder of delight. The old man chuckled wickedly and wrapped his hands around her buttocks, burying his head between her moist, slippery thighs.
She groaned thickly, locking her lovely limbs tight against his head, trapping him there between them. She cried out as she felt his tongue lathering her clit, then shivered as he captured the juicy nugget between his teeth.
"Ohh, Lord, ohhh, yes, ohhh, yes," she sobbed, tossing her adorable head from side to side on the grass. "Ummm, so nice, Henry, so damn nice! Ohhh, God, it's too good, too damn good!"
Frantically, now, she reached out with her hand and grasped hold of his prick once more. Urgently she began to tug on the shaft, and the old man shifted his body around until she had his cock where she wanted it.
Eagerly she began to lick and lather the pulsating weapon with her lips and tongue. She rode her soft, pliant petals up and down along the length of his tool, nibbling wickedly at his steaming flesh with her even, white teeth.
Henry thought his balls would explode under the girls demanding attack. He moaned in a tortured voice as she rolled the tip of her tongue around the rim of his helmet and sliced it across the surface of his engorged head.
Gently the girl moved her mouth down to the root of his shaft, and then slithered her dart through his tangled thatch of pubic hair, to the taut, pounding sack beneath.
Lovingly she opened her mouth and sucked the hard bag inside, locking her lips and teeth around his flesh and trapping the throbbing container inside. She giggled as she stabbed at his balls with her tongue, enjoying the way the man shuddered uncontrollably under her sucking attack.
"Ahhh, yes, Sarah, ahhh, uh-huh," he grunted, bucking his loins tight against her adorable mouth. "Suck me, Sarah, suck me good, honey! Ahh, you do it just right, Sarah, just the right way, yes!"
The girl became more and more excited with each passing moment of their lust. She lathered and sucked his balls wildly, tossing the taut, pounding nuts back and forth against her cheeks with the tip of her precious arrow.
His mouth was boring down on her pussy, hungrily, now. His tongue slid easily into the steaming tunnel of her womb and she screamed in delight, grinding her cunt hard against the eager lips.
She felt him bury the spear deep inside of her, then, lathering the steaming flesh of her inner walls greedily. His teeth nibbled and bit at her pussy lips and the tip of his tongue seemed to know just the right spot to attack to give her the most pleasure possible.
Now she urgently moved her mouth back up along the pounding tool of his cock. She nipped and lathered her way to the throbbing helmet of his prick and wickedly fastened her teeth around the rim of his helmet.
Henry groaned in an agonized tone of voice as he felt his granddaughter sucking the head of his shaft beyond her pliant lips. He moaned and shuddered uncontrollably as the darling child slithered his prick effortlessly into the silken passage of her throat canal.
"Ahh, God, yes, so nice," he groaned, his voice muffled by her pussy, now. "Ummm, Sarah, ohhh, little Sarah, that's it, ohh, yes, that's it exactly!"
Eagerly the lovely young girl rode his prick to the depths of her velvet tunnel, She flexed her throat muscles rhythmically against his buried tool, and sucked feverishly at the throbbing root of his manhood.
As Henry began to pump his tongue in and out of her eager pussy, taking slow, rhythmic strokes, the girl joined his attack with her own mouth, soon finding his pace and riding his cock in and out of her silken passage in perfect time with him.
The two of them shuddered and moaned, loudly, the quiet, summer air ringing with their cries of passion. Relentlessly they drove their mouths at each other, licking and sucking with a frenzied abandon.
Harder and faster they drove their mouths at each other. Each stroke that they took forced both of them higher and higher on a plane of ecstasy that neither of them could believe.
Henry's prick ached so badly he wanted to scream and the delicious mixture of pain and pleasure roared through his balls and prick with relentless demand. His flesh felt on fire, now, as she sucked on him, and he knew it was only a matter of time before he climaxed in a burst of uncontrollable greed.
He powered his tongue along her wet, slippery canal, licking and sucking on her pussy lips greedily. He drank deeply from her dripping chamber, enjoying the sour taste of her love in his mouth.
The girl shuddered and thrashed, her womb pounding so fiercely that she knew her orgasm was going to be something special. It felt as if her cunt had been waiting all this time for him, and him alone, and she sobbed with the anxious hurt of her need.
Now she began to tug on Henry's shoulders, trying desperately to pull him from her pussy. She bobbed her head rhythmically up and down on his cock at the same time, sucking on his shaft as hard as she could.
Henry understood what she wanted and he slowly lifted his mouth from her womb and began to squirm his body around and over hers. She felt his prick leaving her mouth and she sighed with aching anticipation."
"Ummm, fuck me, now, Henry, right now," she whispered hungrily, rocking from side to side to entice him between her thighs. "Please, please, fuck me, now, Henry! I want you in me, right now!"
The old man quickly slithered down between her creamy, slippery limbs, gently pushing them apart with his fingers. Her cunt was pounding visibly now, quaking as the fiery need roared through it.
Gently he adjusted his belly over hers and lay the throbbing, huge prong against her wet, warm lips. She bucked upward, frantically, trying to force him to enter her pussy at once.
"Ahh, you're going to be so nice, little Sarah," Henry chuckled softly as he rubbed his cock and fingers over her cunt. "I just know that this is going to be grand, I just know it!"
The girl sobbed with wanting and reached down between them. Hungrily she took hold of his shaft and desperately tried to shove it inside of her. Laughing in satisfaction, the old man brushed her fingers aside and took over the job himself.
Very gently, he slipped the huge, throbbing head of his shaft between her moist, quivering petals. She gasped with the intensely pleasing shock of his invasion and groaned thickly as he at last penetrated her luscious pit.
Slowly, Henry forced more of his prick inside of the damp, gripping passage of her cunt. Her tiny, taut canal locked around the plunging tool, greedily, and her muscles fluttered spasmodically to urge him on.
He groaned thickly as he felt the luscious, hot pussy gathering his manhood up, her muscles kneading and urging him deeper, the entire sleeve fitting so snugly around his prick that he could barely believe it.
He loved how her cunt seemed to burn with passion, how it undulated around his ancient spear. Slowly he buried himself to the hilt inside of her womb, until his prick was throbbing urgently against the hot, slippery inner depths of her lovely chamber.
Now he slipped his hands beneath her buttocks and began to gently ride his cock in and out of the girl's darling, pit. He rocked from side to side, twisting and turning as he powered his shaft along her dripping tunnel.
Her pussy quaked wildly under the assault and the darling girl could barely breathe, so aching was her passion now. Henry's prick seemed to fit just right in her pussy, and she sobbed with each marvelous stroke that he took.
Again and again the old man powered the cock into her cunt. He slipped his fingers back beneath her ass and drew her tightly to him, grinding his belly hard against hers, rocking his huge, throbbing weapon back and forth against her inner walls.
Both of them grew more and more frenzied in their passion, slowly becoming consumed by the angry desire that was assaulting them. They shuddered and groaned and drove their bodies together violently, now.
Henry could feel her pussy drawing tighter around his shaft, and the thick, creamy fluid of her loves was becoming increasingly more boiling around his driving tool.
He could tell that she was drawing near to an orgasm and he carefully pumped his cock in and out of her now, making sure that each stroke did what it could to take her to the final peak of ecstasy.
The adorable girl could no longer do anything but writhe in the grip of such pleasure. She lay there, almost completely wasted by pleasure, just allowing her body to shudder and jerk with each marvelous tremor of love she experienced.
Her cunt ached so badly she wanted to cry and her loins were screaming at her for release. She hugged Henry tight to her chest and sobbed as she felt the wonderful moment of her passion drawing near.
"Harder, Henry, harder," she sobbed, twisting and turning under the old man's violent attack. "Ummm, harder, ahh, going to come, harder please!"
Henry drove himself into her again and again, rocking and crashing his prick to the depths of her loins, then pulling it free once more. He felt her pussy reaching the moment of her release and he powered into her again with a renewed effort and force.
She screamed once, in a loud, long wail of pleasure and the old man had to hold tight to her buttocks under her uncontrollable thrashing. He felt her come swirling around his shaft as she rocked beneath him, filling her loins with its creamy power, dancing enticingly around his plunging manhood.
Over and over the lovely waves of release rippled through the girl. She gasped and sobbed, quaking with the powerful spasms of need that were finally tearing to their moment of bliss.
Her cunt was raging with pleasure and she tried desperately to concentrate on the old man, now, for she achingly wanted him to be joining her in this powerful moment of absolute ecstasy.
"In me, Henry, come in me, now," she moaned, flexing her cunt muscles viciously around his driving rod. "Please, Henry, come in me now, please, please, please!"
The old man drove into her again and again, rocking and turning with every stroke, his aching spasms growing more fierce with each plunge that he took.
Again and again he rammed his thick, pounding tool into the depths of her creamy passage. His cock was aching with passionate need, and his balls screamed for the release of the come churning inside of them.
He shuddered and groaned, driving his shaft into her so violently that he pinned her to the grass with the sheer power of his thrusts. She held tightly to him, now, her passion overwhelmed by his, the only thought in her mind to feel him exploding in the depths of her precious chamber.
Suddenly the old man was bucking wildly inside of her, groaning and gasping in a breathless manner. She felt his prick buried deep in her pussy, the come spurting violently from the tip, searing her inner flesh with its liquid greed.
She shivered and quaked, listening to his moans and cries of pleasure as he pumped the spurting weapon in and out of her again and again.
"Ahhh, coming good, Sarah, coming good in you now," the old man sobbed, twisting and turning in the throes of his orgasm. "Ohhh, so nice, little Sarah, coming in you so nice, right now!
Again and again the delightful waves rippled through the two of them, and they were both locked in a delicious and enticing release. They tossed back and forth on the grass, completely consumed by their passion until every bit of their greed and desire was gone.
When they fell apart, they lay on the grass, gasping for breath, completely drained and exhausted. Sarah gazed at her grandfather warmly, hating the very idea that his son wanted to put him in a home. It was easy for her to see, that Henry didn't need that at all.
She could not bear to look at him anymore and she turned her head away, stifling a sob. She felt his hand caressing her naked shoulders and she wondered, how long, how long could he survive once torn from the home and people he loved.
* * *
Frank Carney stared down at his father, trying hard to keep his eyes clear and his jaw set. He didn't want the old man to know just how much he hated this. He needed to be strong.
"I'm tired of being the villain, Henry," he sighed, shaking his head determinedly. "I am trying to keep us alive, but you don't want to help, and that's all there is to that one."
His father gazed up at him, his eyes clear and twinkling. "That's how you see it, huh, Frank?" he said calmly. "That I'm just an old fart that gets in the way?"
"I didn't say that, God damn it," his son groaned. He shook his head fiercely. "I won't be made out to be a monster, Henry, but things can't go on like this!"
"Well, I agree, Frank, they certainly can't," his father replied after a moment. "I never gave you much of a chance, did I, son? Never gave you the choice of what to do, and now I guess I'm paying for it."
"I don't care about that, damn it," his son said. He blinked his eyes and wiped them with the back of his hand. He got down on one knee in front of the old man and stared at him intently.
"Don't you see, don't you realize how times have changed, Henry?" he asked, his voice rich with tortured emotion. "We ... we have a chance to really grow, Henry, really make something of this place."
"But only if you're in charge, huh, Frank?" Henry said, eyeing the man steadily. "Only if you hold the reins, unless I'm reading you wrong, is that it, son?"
"I can't do anything with you, can I?" Frank moaned. He stood up and turned to go. "I'm not going to be the monster, Henry, but I'm not going to drown, either!"
Henry waited a bit before replying. "Maybe you don't have to, Frank," he said slowly. "Maybe there's a way out of this for both of us. I think there might be."
Frank turned slowly and stared at his father intently. "What are you driving at Henry?" he said quietly. "You got something on your mind, spill it."
"Here's my deal, Frank," Henry said matter-of-factly. "I'll turn the whole place over to you right now. You can have Jeb Stevens file the papers today if you like, but on one condition. I stay here until I die. No more rest homes."
Frank stared at his father in shock. He could not believe the old man was saying this to him. He gulped and shook his head, beginning to laugh a bit at the sudden realization that his dreams were coming true.
"You'd do that, you'd give me the farm right now?" he whispered, his voice trembling with shock and not a little disbelief. "Why, why now, why now?"
"Because you deserve it, son, that's all," Henry said, simply. Then he nodded. "And, I want to make sure I can die in my own bed, in my own house and my own land. You see, I'll never stop thinking of it that way, no matter who owns it, Frank."
Frank began to laugh, then, shaking his head as the tears of joy ran down his cheek. He nodded happily and stuck out his hand to shake his father's for the first time in years.
"It's a deal, Henry," he cackled. "Old man, you got yourself a deal! I don't care if you live forever! Jesus, I just can't believe it, I just can't believe it."
"Well, Frank, you believe it, because it's true," his father said. "Now if you'd like to do me a favor, you could go find little Sarah and send her to me."
His son nodded and quickly went off to look for the girl. Henry sat in the warm glow of the sun, smiling until he saw her running up to him. He patted a place beside him on the bench and she sat down, heavily.
"It's all taken care of, Sarah," he chuckled warmly. "This old man still has a few tricks up his sleeve. I'm not going into any old age home. I'm gonna stay right here until I'm done."
Sarah's eyes went wide with shock and she squealed in delight. She wrapped her arms around Henry's neck and hugged him so tightly that he had to push her away to be able to breathe.
"I made a deal with Frank," he explained. "I gave him the farm, ought to have done it years ago I guess, but I was just too stubborn to let go."
"Ohh, Henry, Henry I'm so happy," the girl gushed. She broke into tears and sobbed with joy. "It's like a dream come true, it really, really is."
"Well, there's a lesson to be learned about knowing when to let go, honey," the old man sighed. "Guess it just took me a little longer than most to learn it."
He laughed and peered around the front yard. "Say, where's that nice young man you're so friendly with, honey?" he said. "I kind of like him, he sort of grows on you after awhile."
"Even if he does do nothing but bitch about things," laughed Sarah. She stood up and smiled down at her grandfather. "I like him too, he's a lot neater than I ever had imagined."
"Well, you take good care of him, you hear, Sarah," Henry warned, wagging his finger at her. "Good friends are hard to find in this world, especially ones that are willing to help you kidnap an old man!"
They both laughed at that and then Sarah kissed him goodbye and dashed off to find Jimmy and tell him the good news. Henry stared after her for awhile, then leaned back against the bench and closed his eyes.
In a matter of moments he was sleeping peacefully, an old man destined to live out his days exactly where he wanted to, dreaming, warmly, of his granddaughter once again.
