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   My Summer Job at Joe's Safari Theme Park



   by Elleann (ellezz101@yahoo.com)



   Chapter 1

   The summer after Mr.  Alberto's party I went to live with my
grandparents, Fred and Rose, who are my mom's parents, at their house in
Florida.  I had been there about two weeks, getting pretty bored looking
for a summer job and not finding anything, when things started to get
interesting and the first thing that got interesting was the situation with
my grandparents.

   I woke up later than usual that morning.  I was wearing these thin
cotton jammies with a top that buttoned down the front only I had left the
top buttons open to be more comfortable and also because it makes me feel
sexy to do that even if I am by myself which I usually am of course when I
go to bed.

   Well, I heard Grandma and Grandpa downstairs in the kitchen and I was
famished so I brushed my hair and was about to go down when I decided to
pop into the study first to check my emails.  To my surprise, I saw at the
bottom of the computer screen that someone had opened a site called,
"Incest" something or other.  I clicked it because I am nosy plus I am
always curious about sexual things.  It was a chatroom with people who had
names like 'Bigdick' and 'Daughterfucker' talking to each other about
having sex with members of their family.  I read some of the comments. 
Phew!

   Being the naughty girl that I am, I opened another button on my jammies
and messed up my hair so that I looked like a disheveled person who had
just gotten out of bed and didn't realize she was showing off half her
boobs, and then I went downstairs and joined Grandma and Grandpa for
breakfast.

   "Hi sweetie," Grandma said and she and Grandpa both gave me kisses on
the cheek and told me to sit down and tell them about my plans for the day
while Grandma made some pancakes for me.

   I noticed that Grandpa was staring at my open top.  I noticed that
Grandma was taking peeks herself.  I thought it was pretty interesting that
neither one of them warned me that my breasts were exposed.  I think they
could even see my nipples when I bent just a little.  I was feeling sexier
by the second.

   Grandpa was still in his pajamas, which were cotton like mine and had
red stripes going up and down, and when he went to get coffee I saw that
the front of his jammy fly was sticking out like a tent.  I guessed that
incest site had gotten him excited and now with me there showing off my
open top he was even more excited.

   "Here's the paper if you want to check the job ads," Grandpa said,
pushing the paper across the table.

   "Oh, thanks." I bent down a little to read the ads, which made my top
fall open even more, like I said.  I peeked up at Grandpa to see if he was
checking me out and he was.  He didn't even notice me peeking at him.  I
yawned and stretched my arms and my tits came completely out of my top
which I really didn't expect, to be honest.

   "Oh, boy, I should have buttoned those buttons better," I said, frowning
at myself for being so careless.  I acted like maybe it was a little
naughty to be showing them my tits but not real naughty since they are my
own grandparents.  I smiled at Grandpa who had spitted out some of his
coffee and covered myself up, acting like nothing had happened.

   "I thought maybe I would see if there are any ads on the computer," I
said.  "I actually looked at the computer just before I came downstairs,
you know, to see if there were any job ads but I didn't know what site to
go to.  You have a good computer, Grandpa."

   "Ah!  Well, you can use it, certainly.  I'll be right back."

   "Elle, you're a very pretty girl now; you need to remember your
appearance, dear," Grandma said after Grandpa hurried out of the kitchen.

   "I know it."

   "There isn't anything wrong with those buttons, is there?  Are they
loose?"

   "Loose?"

   "Let me see."

   Grandma brought over a plate of pancakes.  She put them on the table and
then she sat down next to me and felt up my tits.  She did check the
buttons first, however.

   "You know, Elle, the women in our family tend to have excellent breasts.
You must have noticed that.  And you follow the pattern, you surely do. 
It's not only the shapes of our breasts that make them exceptional, its
also their sensitivity.  Do you mind if I speak to you about this, I think
it's important."

   Grandma had stopped checking the buttons.  She was lightly moving a
finger back and forth across the tops of my boobs.

   I don't mind," I said, watching Grandma's finger.

   "That's good.  A girl should know about her natural tendencies so she
can be on guard.  Let's see if you have that sensitivity I mentioned."

   Grandma undid a couple of buttons and slipped her hand inside my
jammies. She took one of my nipples and rubbed it and then she rubbed the
other one.  I could have told Grandma that my nipples tingle to beat the
band when someone rubs them, which is usually me, and even sometimes when
no one is even near them, but I figured she wanted to find this out for
herself so I just closed my eyes and let her do it.  I started breathing
funny and squirming in my chair and not on purpose either.  Grandma really
knew how to feel up a person.

   "Well, I can see your sensitivity is just fine, dear," she said after a
while.  She was breathing funny herself.

   "Thanks, Grandma," I smiled.  Grandma winked at me and went back to the
counter and I ate my pancakes.



   Chapter 2

   As it turned out Grandpa didn't have to worry about me finding more of
his naughty computer sites because the paper had an ad I thought was neat,
so I got dressed and borrowed one of the cars and drove out to see if I
could get an interview.  I couldn't call for an appointment because the ad
didn't have a phone number.  The place was just off a road which is like a
main road but is pretty far out and there isn't much around in the way of
development.  A big sign made of carved wood marked the entrance.  "Joe's
Safari Theme Park, Everyone welcome," it said.  I turned into this gravel
drive and came to a trailer a little ways down.  The park wasn't open for
visitors yet but there were two cars and a pickup truck in front of the
trailer.  I should have known as soon as I met the guy at that trailer that
this job was going to be a big mistake if I took it.

   "Hey, I'm Joe, yeah you can have an interview," he said, inviting me
inside the trailer, which was a huge mess with papers and junk all over the
place but no chairs except for the one that he had behind this tiny desk.
He sat down and looked me over.

   "You're a piece of ass," he said.

   "Oh, thanks." I couldn't really be mad at him for saying that because,
let's face it, I was dressed up like what he said.  I was wearing a
collared top that fit perfectly from a guy's point of view and a skirt that
was tight on my bottom and very short.

   "You're hired.  You wanna start today.  We open in half an hour."

   "You didn't say what the job is, sir," I said, but I was excited that he
said I was hired.  "Summer position in Safari theme park" was all the ad
had said.

   "You're gonna be the boat guide.  What's your name?"

   "Elle Johnson.  I'm eighteen but I never drove a boat before, to be
honest."

   "This boat practically drives itself.  You're just there to tell people
about the park and be a piece of ass.  Come on, I'll show you.  The ride
takes about twenty minutes."

   Joe was about thirty five years old.  He hadn't shaved in a while and he
was dressed in jeans and a white tee shirt with a lot of stains on it.  I
was starting to have doubts about his theme park but I figured I would go
for the boat ride.  It was a nice boat, a 'river boat', Joe said, made of
wood, with a canopy over it so passengers wouldn't get wet if it rained. 
There were seats along the sides and benches in the middle and a place in
the back for the guide to stand and hold the tiller.  There were two
buttons on the control panel, a green one and a red one.

   "You push the go button and the stop button and you use the tiller to
keep the boat in the water and you're all set," Joe explained.  We started
off.  The river was fake but it seemed like a real African river, I
thought, not that I know anything about the rivers there.  The water was
muddy brown but it didn't look dirty.  The river banks were great, covered
with tropical looking plants and trees.  As the boat moved almost silently
along I began to think the job might be okay.  Joe told me that his father
had brought in all the plants and trees in order to make a tropical garden.
His father had spent years doing it.  He was a nut about it.  The garden
was huge, like more than a hundred acres.  Then, about a year ago, his
father died and Joe inherited the property and got this idea to turn it
into a theme park.  He inherited his father's money, too, and he used it to
have the river made and do some other things and that's what we were going
to see on our ride.

   "I got some more I gotta do, but I figure it's good enough the way it is
for now and I sort of ran out of money, so I opened up last week."

   "How's it going?" I wondered if we were going to see any animals.

   "Not that great.  Had four people yesterday, had eight but four of em
wanted their money back.  It'll pick up."

   "Right.  What am I supposed to say to the customers?"

   "You make the announcements when the boat gets to different places. 
Right now we only have one different place but were gonna have more."

   "Wow!  Is that a tiger?," I shouted, but as soon as the thing came out
of the bushes I saw it wasn't a tiger.

   "I got some dogs we put in tiger suits.  What do you think?"

   "I think it looks ridiculous, to be honest."

   The fake tiger stood on the river bank barking at us.

   "Yeah, that was Minnie's idea.  She's my old girlfriend.  She's pretty
dumb.  You're replacing her.  I need a piece of ass for the boat and she's
ten pieces of ass.  Okay here it is!"

   The boat turned a curve in the river.  A clearing was ahead.  We coasted
by a sign that said, "Cannibal Country.  Beware!" In the middle of the
clearing was a barbecue pit with a store mannequin over it tied to a pole
and next to it a gigantic black pot with a young woman in it looking out
and three black guys sitting in the grass.  As soon as they saw us, the
black guys jumped up and started running around the pot, whooping like
Indians.

   "That's Minnie in the pot," Joe said.

   "So this is the big attraction so far?"

   "Yeah."



   When the boat got back the park was open, meaning some old guy was
hanging around the ride gate who you could buy a ticket from, but no
customers had shown up so Joe took me for another ride.  He let me hold the
tiller after we got going while he sat on a bench and watched how I was
doing.  He watched me the whole ride.  He kept saying how much he liked my
outfit.  I wasn't interested in Joe except as my boss and for the fact that
he had spent his inheritance to create a pretty mediocre theme park.  When
we got to Cannibal Country one of the black guys who was dancing around
Minnie's pot stopped what he was doing and stared at the boat.  It seemed
like he was staring at me.  His looks felt different from the ones I was
getting from Joe.  This guy's looks gave me the tingles!  Joe took me for a
third ride right after the second one and when the same thing happened I
turned to give the staring cannibal guy a side view of myself.

   "That's Darren", Joe said in a grumpy tone of voice.

   Well, for the next week Darren and I stared at each other each time the
boat went by the cannibal site.  I was operating the boat by myself by
then, taking out the customers.  There weren't many but there were enough
to make a few rides a day.  Joe had gotten me some clothes, a pair of khaki
shorts that were like the shortest shorts a person could wear and a
matching cut off top that showed my belly button, also high heel shoes.

   "I look like a slut," I told him after I put on the clothes.

   "You look great.  Hey, I got this sign."

   The sign was in the back of Joe's pickup.  It was made of carved wood
like the entrance sign and it had a carved design of a girl and the words,
'River Boat Trixie'.  That was me.  I was flattered to be on a sign but I
felt a little guilty.  The sign must have been expensive and I didn't know
how long I would stay there, maybe not even a few more weeks if I didn't
like the job.

   "Gonna put it out front next to the main sign," Joe told me.

   "That girl is wearing boots," I said.

   "I like the high heels, makes you look like a piece of ass."

   "I don't see why I can't look like a piece of ass if I have boots on.  I
hate high heels."

   But I wore them, at least until the boat left the dock.  Then I would
kick them off and go barefoot the rest of the ride.  Joe said he would pay
me a hundred dollars a week in cash, not a check, plus a bonus every Friday
depending on the number of customers we had that week.  I had some ideas to
improve things.  I got Joe to reduce the admission from ten dollars to
three dollars and I made up a little speech that I gave before the rides
began.  I told people that the 'Safari' wasn't actually a safari, it was
really a boat ride through a tropical forest where there might be a safari
some day but right now there wasn't one, so they should see the trip as a
beautiful ride and a pretty long one, too.  This way the customers knew
what to expect.  I didn't mention the cannibal situation until we got near
the site and then I said that this was a site "under construction" and if I
were them I wouldn't pay too much attention to it.

   Every time we cruised past, Darren would give me his long looks and I
would give him mine.  After a couple of days, he started posing for me the
way I posed for him, turning this way and that way and giving me smiles and
pouts.  It broke me up.  Some of the customers thought Darren was doing a
screwy cannibal act.  Others realized that it was a show meant for me.  It
made me laugh when I would do sexy poses back to Darren and think about the
people on the boat who knew what was going on.  A few times I got kidded
about it and one time a man lectured me after the ride was over, an old man
who was fat and a little disgusting the way he put his hand on my shoulder
when he talked.  I could tell he was thinking about putting his hand on me
someplace else.

   I finally got a chance to talk with Darren when I saw him one morning by
the gate before the park opened.  He was standing by himself with his back
to me, waiting for the boat to show up to take him to Cannibal Country. 
Joe was out with Minnie and the other guys in the boat, doing something on
the river, which meant Darren and I were by ourselves.

   I didn't know what to say, so I just walked up to him and said, "Hi".

   "Hey, babe!  Your name's Elle, right?"

   "Right."

   "I'm Darren.  How about a date?"

   "A date?  I...I just met you.  I'll take a walk with you for a few
minutes."

   "Yeah, you been givin me sexy stares on the boat all week.  I like those
poses you've been givin me.  You don't want to go out on a date?"

   "I didn't say I didn't.  I usually date white guys, to be honest,
Darren."

   "So sometimes you date black guys then."

   "Well, I never dated a black guy, to be honest.  I like black guys.  I
think they are very interesting.  But I only date white guys, it's just the
way I am."

   Darren was what you would call black as the ace of spades.  This is why
they call black guys spades.  I would never call a black guy that because
it would hurt his feelings, but I really don't see anything wrong with it.

   "You're prejudiced."

   "No, I'm not.  Just because a person doesn't want to go out with a black
guy doesn't mean she's prejudiced, it just means she feels she should go
out with white guys."

   "Well, that's being prejudiced, dumbhead."

   "See, you're the one who's prejudiced!"

   "Cause I called you a dummy?"

   "Yes!"

   "That's not prejudice.You were being a fucking dummy,what do you
expect!"

   "I expect you to be nice.  I might not want to give a blowjob to a guy
who is mean to me."

   "Oh."

   "Yeah, oh."

   I turned around, thinking about what I had done, saying I might give
Darren a blowjob, a guy I didn't even know, plus a black guy.  It just came
out like that!  What a slut!

   "How long do I have to be nice?"

   "Like all the time.  What's wrong with being nice, Darren?"

   "I mean how long do I have to be nice before I get a blowjob?"

   "Hmmmmm." I sighed, as I if I was thinking.  "Maybe I should just get it
over with," I said.

   "Yeah?"

   "Yes.  I don't like to have things weighing on my mind."

   He looked at me and cleared his throat a few times.  He probably wasn't
sure what to do and was worried he would say something that would ruin his
chance to get a blowjob, and not any blowjob, but a blowjob from a pretty
blonde, white girl.  I bet Darren didn't get many blowjobs like that.  I
could see he was afraid I might it take back.  He was so cute!  I didn't
see how I could take it back if he was going to be like this.

   "We can go to the trailer.  There's no one there right now," I said.

   "Okay.  Unless you think it's not romantic enough."

   "Well it's totally not romantic, Darren, but there's a chair in there
and it's private, sort of."

   I wondered if Darren felt romantic and not just horny.  Boy, if he did I
would be so impressed, I thought.  I was feeling nervous, excited and
embarrassed.  I was practically in a daze as we went in the trailer and
Darren closed the door.  It became almost dark.  Darren went to the desk
and pulled out the chair.  He put it in the middle of the floor on top of
some newspapers scattered there, and sat down.  He looked at me.  He was
still wondering what to do or say, I think.

   "Should I take this off?," I said, fingering my top.

   "That would be great."

   "Hmmm.  You're acting a lot more like a gentleman, Darren," I said.  "I
hope it's not just because you want a blowjob or anything."

   "What do you mean by anything exactly?"

   "Don't get any big ideas, Darren!"

   I took off my top and put it on the floor and stood in front of him.

   "You had this big idea," Darren smiled, which was his first rude
mistake, in my opinion.

   I put my hands on my hips.  Darren stared at my boobs.  I couldn't tell
whether he liked them or not.  I figured he probably did like them but he
wasn't polite enough to give me a compliment.

   "Well, I don't see anything big right now, Darren."

   It was true.  I saw a tiny bulge.  Maybe it was because Darren felt
nervous because after I knelt in front of him and did a couple of things
his bulge got bigger.  It got a lot bigger.

   "Hmmmm, you could be in a cock contest if you wanted," I said to
Darren's bulge when it was in my hand, just before I blew some air on it
which was just before I gave it a lick from the bottom where the hairs
tickled me all the way to top where it was pink and made a very artistic
contrast with the black rest of him.  What happened after that is a blur in
my memory.  Darren told me my head was a blur.  He said that afterward when
he was teasing me and trying to make me laugh and I was too embarrassed to
look at him.  We were back by the ride gate then waiting for the boat to
return.

   "You know, I heard that a girl feels better about giving a guy a blowjob
if she gives him another one the next day," Darren said, grinning at me.

   "Oh, yeah.  Well, Darren you still haven't said what I thought you were
going to say to me."

   "What?"

   "That you were wrong when you said I was prejudiced!  That's what."

   "Oh, I still think you're prejudiced.  You just like black cock."

   I wanted to punch Darren in his fat black nose.  Then I saw the twinkle
in his eye and it made me laugh and he laughed, too.  Boy, I actually like
this guy, I thought to myself.  I gave Darren a push on his arm.

   "Maybe I am like that girl you said," I smiled.

   Darren looked at me like he couldn't believe his ears.

   "The one who does it again the next day to make herself feel better,?"
he said.

   "Yeah, that one."

   We saw the boat make the last turn to the dock.  A couple of minutes
later Joe and Minnie and the other black guys piled out, carrying some
stuff.  Joe was carrying the mannequin that had been on the barbeque pole.

   "Whats up?," said Darren.

   "Made some changes to Cannibal Country.  Too many complaints.  It needs
to be a lot more realistic.  Elle, you're gonna have to spend some time
there," Joe said.

   "I'm not going to take the place of a mannequin, Joe.  Sorry!"

   "Come on, it won't be that bad.  You'll be doing lots of stuff a
mannequin can't do.  I got a whole program worked out."

   "I bet!," I said.  I stomped off, but I wasn't as mad as I wanted to be.
I was curious and even a little bit excited, so after about twenty steps I
went back to hear what Joe had to say about the program he had worked out
for me at Cannibal Country.



   Chapter 3

   I woke up with Grandma sitting on my bed.  I wondered if I was still
having my dream.  It was a dream about Cannibal Country, where I would soon
be going in real life.  Maybe Grandma was going to Cannibal Country, too,
and that was the reason she was on my bed, smiling at me.

   "What time is it?," I said, figuring it wasn't a dream after all.  I sat
up, clutching the sheet to hide my boobs.  I had gone to sleep in just my
panties.

   "It's Monday, honey, your day off.  I want to talk with you before your
day starts."

   I forgot to mention the park was closed on Mondays and Tuesdays.

   "Okay," I said.

   "You didn't wear your pajamas?  Oh, I see, you turned the air
conditioner off and opened the window.  It's been a tonic having you
around, you know."

   Grandma put a hand on my shoulder.  I lay back with my head on a pillow,
looking at her, still holding the sheet.  Grandma kept on smiling.  She
lifted my hand from the sheet and placed it beside me on the bed.  She
lifted my other hand and did the same thing.  She pulled down the sheet,
exposing me all the way to my panties and then she took the sheet off
completely.

   "You are the prettiest thing!," she said.

   "Thank you," I said.  I could feel myself blushing.  I saw the blushes
in the white hills of my tits.

   "I love your tits.  I love everything about you.  I hope you're getting
enough sex.  Are you?"

   "Grandma, really!"

   "You're into your great years for sex, Elle.  Don't waste them.  You're
a dream come true for men, for many women, as well.  I don't think you have
any idea how much fun you can have.  I bought some things for you."

   Grandma held up a pair of purple bikini panties and a matching bra with
holes for a girl's nipples to stick through.  I started to sit up again to
see better but she pushed me back.  One by one, Grandma showed me the
panties and bras and teddies, so many of them and so naughty.  They made a
silky pile on my bed.

   Grandma sighed.

   "The black boys you mentioned, are you letting them fuck you, I hope?"

   "Jeepers!  Grandma, you are unbelievable!  I'm not a slut, for gosh's
sake."

   "I hoped you were.  Give me one good reason why a girl with your slut
qualities shouldn't be what God made her to be."

   "He made me to be a slut?"

   "Isn't it obvious?"

   No, it isn't obvious.  Are you teasing me, Grandma?"

   "Slightly.: Grandma had scissors beside her on the bed, which I hadn't
noticed.  She picked them up and with her other hand she pulled at the side
of my panties.

   "What are you doing!!?" I didn't move.

   "You've no need for these now."

   Grandma snipped away at my panties.  Now I was nude from head to toe.

   "That's better.  Don't you think its better, Elle?"

   "It's okay, I guess." I meant it!  I felt incredibly erotic lying nude
for Grandma to look at as her naughty reward for removing my panties with
scissors!

   "Now, tell me, please, why a gorgeous thing like you shouldn't be a
slut."

   "Because!  I mean, suppose I wanted to be a doctor or something.  Are
you saying I can be a slut and still get a job as a doctor?  I don't think
so, Grandma."

   "Being a slut entails subtleties, Elle.  Part of the fun is manipulating
one's indiscretions.  You need to practice, dear.  As a general rule, you
should make your relationships with people sexual, if you can.  I believe
you would easily compile a high percentage."

   It was hard to concentrate on what Grandma was saying with her eyes
going up and down on me.  Was she going to just look?  I stretched, making
a yawn.

   "I wondered if you shaved, dear, and if you didn't whether you should,"
Grandma said.  You can guess where she was staring.  My blonde hair is
lighter there than it is on my head and I don't have very much of it, just
a tuft at the top and some silky strands at the sides.  You can see my slit
totally.

   "Your cunt is adorable just the way it is, honey.  Why am I not
surprised?"

   "Hmmm, thanks Grandma.  Are you, um, going to do what you did that time
in the kitchen?"

   "Oh, would you like me to?"

   "You can if you want."

   Grandma stood up.

   "Today was for talking things over." She walked to the door.  Before she
went out, she looked back and said, "By the way, it would mean a great deal
to your grandfather if you would let him fuck you."

   I was in a cross mood after I got dressed.  I hardly said a word to
Grandma and Grandpa all morning.  I decided I would tell Grandma when I got
around to it that she needed a lesson in how to be a person's grandmother.
Grandpa could use a lesson, too, in my opinion.  I spent most of the day in
my room, reading.  People sometimes think I'm a dumb blonde because of the
way I look, but I am actually a pretty smart blonde.  I want to be a
writer. I read a lot and lately I've been reading novels and poems by
women. I have a kind of boyfriend back home who thinks he is very smart and
kids me a lot about my interest in women writers and artists.  He has this
nutty idea that if he gets me real mad at him I will let him screw me! 
Some people are impossible to figure out.  The guy sent me this sarcastic
poem he wrote about Emily Dickinson.  So, besides reading, I wrote him a
letter telling him how much I didn't appreciate his poem.  This is what he
wrote:



   EMILY, ET AL

   Why can't women thank their luck

   That they were made by God to fuck,

   For this their indispensability

   Cancels any quibbling sensibility,

   For this they live, by God, no other

   Purpose rivals, next - to be a mother.

   One observes their reasons worsen,

   The least - improvement of their persons,

   Still, mind and soul do enrich

   The fucking of a hopped up bitch.



   Turning then to finished time,

   Genius of the razored rhyme

   Her poems occupy a shelf

   Take up a space within myself,

   I worship her true requisites,

   But what about - her tits?

   Would it spoil those pure quatrains

   If she'd had her brains

   Fucked out, throat fucked in?

   Imagine a coquettish grin:

   "Sir, you do me no affront

   If your loaded gun's at hunt,"

   To a suitor at her chamber door;

   "Words," she laughs, "are such a bore!"

   She's in taffeta and lace

   With crimson in her face

   When in ecstasy she cries,

   "I hear your fly buzz and I die!"

   Oh, what I would give to know the skin

   Of young Miss Emily Dickinson,

   All other rhymes I here rescind.

   Okay, you can see he tried to take back what he said but some things are
too rude to take back, which is what I told him in my letter.

   I had just finished the letter and started reading again when there was
a knock on my door.  It was Grandpa.  You could tell he was embarrassed
because it took him a couple of minutes before he said anything.  He closed
the door and looked here and looked there but didn't look at me sitting on
the bed and cleared his throat a bunch of times, and he said,

   "Elle, I know what your grandmother told you.  She's always got ideas,
you know.  Don't pay her no mind.  You're a nice girl."

   Then he left.  I didn't get a chance to say anything.  I don't know what
I would have said if I did have the chance, so it was just as well.  I felt
a lot better about Grandpa after that and for the rest of the day I was
pretty happy except for being little worried about old Cannibal Country. 
The next day was Tuesday, my other day off normally, though not this week
because we were going to rehearse Joe's new Cannibal program.  I didn't
know what the program would be.  I figured I was going to have to be with
Minnie and I knew she didn't like me, plus she is loud and mean, and that
was one reason I was worried.  After supper, I watched some TV with Grandma
and Grandpa and it was fine and then I went to my room and read some more.
I started getting sleepy about nine o'clock so I got undressed.

   Hmmmm, I should say good night to Grandpa, I said to myself as I was
getting ready to climb into bed.  I only had on a pair of my yellow
panties. I put a cotton jammy top over me and buttoned it up, well not all
the way up, and I went out into the hall.  Grandpa spends a lot of time in
the study.  He reads, too, a lot more than Grandma does.  I could see the
light was on under the door of the study, so I opened the door and there
was Grandpa, not reading but sitting at the computer.  I hope he's not
visiting that darned incest site again, I thought to myself.  I tip toed on
my bare feet across the wood floor and peeked over Grandpa's shoulder.

   Someone named Bigdick was saying something on the computer screen:
"Bigdick: You gonna fuck her or not Hard?"

   Grandpa typed on the keyboard and hit the enter key.
"HardWithoutHope: Afraid not.  She's not into old geezers like me."

   Was Grandpa talking about me?
"Bigdick: Give her a try Hard.  Think she's a virgin?"
"HardWithoutHope: She's sex on wheels, friend.  Just not one for the
grandfather type."
Oh boy, it was me.  Grandpa says I'm "sex on wheels"?  What does THAT
mean?  I felt flattered and insulted at the same time.  I also felt a
little sad that Grandpa didn't have any hope.  A person should always have

hope.
"Bigdick: Hey Hard, don't give up.  We're all rooting for ya."
"Nine-Inches-Of-Greatness: That's bullcrap.  Forget it Hard.  Resign
yourself to the old lady.  The young ones are history for old shits like
you."

   Grandpa typed.
"HardWithoutHope: I guess you're right."
I wanted to give that Nine Inches of Greatness a piece of my mind. 
Grandpa obviously felt bad enough without having some jerk putting him
down. I don't know exactly why I did what I did, but I made a little cough

and backed up a step.  Grandpa whirled around in his swivel chair.

   "Elle!"

   "Grandpa, did you ever read the story about a Man Without A Country?"

   "What?"

   "I was just wondering if you ever read that story."

   Grandpa was looking at me but he wasn't looking at my face.  He was
looking at my partially open jammy top.  I looked there myself.  You could
see the tops of my boobs and quite a bit of the sides that were close to
the opening.

   "Oh gosh,"I said.

   I reached for my top.  Instead of closing a button, I opened a new one.

   "It's very hot, isn't it Grandpa?"

   I opened all the buttons and then I took off my top and dropped it on
the floor.  Grandpa stared at me with his mouth open.  He looked very cute
doing that.  I wondered if he was feeling any hope yet.  I went right up to
him and plopped on his lap in that big swivel chair.

   "Hmmmm, what are you doing on the computer, Grandpa?," I said, looking
over his shoulder.  In order to see the screen, I had to lean into Grandpa
and this caused one of my boobs to press against Grandpa's face.  I'm glad
I had already read what was on the screen because in a second I couldn't
concentrate on that at all.  About half of my boob was suddenly in
Grandpa's mouth.  He licked it and gave my nipple a bunch of soft bites
that practically drove me crazy.  Grandpa put his hands on my bottom.  I
felt my panties coming down.  When the panties got to my knees, I lifted a
little and that was that.  Then Grandpa's hands were on my bottom again and
this time it was me going down.

   I don't think Grandpa has nine inches of greatness but he has enough and
all of them went inside me.  I heard myself make a loud gasping sound.  I
felt Grandpa's scraggly hairs brushing me where my own silky ones are.  He
moved me, making me go up and down on his big thing.  He was being the boss
of me whether I liked or not, but I did like it.  Who wouldn't?  My head
was hanging over Grandpa's shoulder and I kept making these sounds like I
always do when this kind of thing happens to me.  They're like mewing
sounds or squealing sounds, I don't really know how to describe them.  I
wondered if they annoyed Grandpa.  I wondered if Grandma could hear me from
downstairs.  These were thoughts way in the back of mind.  I was proud of
Grandpa for having such strong hands.  He moved me up and down over and
over and over.

   It's very interesting the way a person has an orgasm.  You wonder if
you're even going to have one and the next thing you know it's like a train
coming down the tracks.  You couldn't stop it for a million dollars.  I
felt myself make a warm gush and I knew I was gushing all over Grandpa's
badboy and then Grandpa made his great big gush and I almost blacked out
from the way it all felt.

   After we calmed down, I kissed Grandpa on the cheek and told him not to
worry about screwing me and he said he wouldn't.  Before I left to go to
bed, there was one thing I wanted to do.  I made Grandpa turn his chair
around with me sitting in his lap and then I typed this and entered it on
the computer screen:

   "HardWithoutHope: This isn't HardWithoutHope.  This is someone else.  I
just want to tell Nine-Inches-Of-Greatness, and I bet they aren't as great
as he thinks, that HardWithoutHope doesn't need to have hope any more
because he just had sex on wheels!"


   (more later)