Dirty Old Grandad 1/2
By Dean Burns

*** Please do not continue if you are under the age of 18 or are offended 
     by scenes of an explicit sexual nature***

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	Katie Chiltern grinned laughingly at her granddad as he dove into
the swimming pool in a vain attempt to snatch the rubber floating toy from
her grip. He rose from the water and splashed his teenage granddaughter
with a flick of his right arm, before lunging forward and grabbing her wrists
and pulling her tightly to him, invoking a high-pitched squeal of surprise
from the 14-year-old. Despite the tight lock of his arms around her torso
she managed to spin around in his grip so that her back was to him, and
in doing so her lycra-clad ass brushed the older man's groin and upper
thighs, stirring the cock beneath for the first time in many weeks. Barry
Morris again scolded himself for the blatantly sexual thought which spun
into his mind at the touch of her tight little rear against his dick, for it was
not the first of the day. No, the first had come when Katie had emerged
from the house and dropped her robe to reveal a blossoming young female
form, concealed only by a highly-cut white one piece swimsuit. The small
but immediately noticeable swelling of her young hips, the tapering waist
and rising young breasts all made Barry forget that he was looking at his
daughter's daughter and not some common street girl, or Sarah Bright,
the 16-year-old who lived next door upon whose form he had gazed many
times.
	The second obscene thought came after Katie had risen from the
cool water and stood atop the diving board, the hot sun blazing behind her.
Barry couldnt believe his eyes. The water had made the white swimsuit
translucent, and with his eyes squinting, he could clearly make out the
small globes of her breasts and, more excitingly, the small pink pricks of
her nipples sitting centrally on them. They were still developing, and had
taken on the swelling cone-shape of pubescent girls, with large pale pink
areolae overly sensitive to touch and to cold. His gaze dropped downward
to her pussy, and he could barely make it out - a thinly covered patch of
down, light brown like her long hair, nestled between her upper thighs and
with the slight protrusion which comes with adolescence. Unlike the first
thought, this one had caused his cock to fill and become semi-hard.
	All this re-entered his mind as his teenaged granddaughter fought
to abscond from his grip, her long hair brushing his face and her squeals
of laughter and mock distress filling the air. More importantly, her frantic
thrashing and wriggling only served to move her firm buttocks back and
forth against his bursting cock, and before long, his organ was engorged
with blood and filling the front of his blue cotton swimmers. Afraid of being
discovered and fearful of the consequences, Barry drew his hips back
slightly to avoid contact between his erect penis and his granddaughter's
ass, but it was no good - her movements persisted and, in a matter of
seconds, the long hardness of his rod had, in one movement, pressed 
itself firmly against Katie's young ass-crack.
	All at once her writhing ceased and, with dreadful awareness, he
realised that she knew. She knew he was hard. And, despite her tender
age and inexperienced, she would know what had caused it. Barry felt
sick in the pit of his stomach, knowing that his relationship with his young
granddaughter would never be the same again. Yet he didnt say anything,
and he didnt release his grip on her.
	"Grandpa," Katie's voice broke the air. "Why is your thing hard?"
Barry's mind raced for the correct words to use, for the appropriate excuse
which would prevent embarrasment, both to him and to her. But it took him
too long, and she sensed it, shifting uncomfortably in his grasp. However
just when he thought she might break free, or speak again, Katie's right
arm dropped down between them, and her small hand plunged down his
bathers and gripped the length of his aching shaft.
	He was lost for words, and the heat of her hand in the coolness of
the water provided an incredible stimulus to his genitals. His testicles drew
up quickly and whatever blood remained in his groin quickly raced to his
penis and it became fully erect and primed, perhaps for the first time in two
years, the last being a visit to the town whore some three years after his
wife passed away. Despite a lack of experience, her hand knew its own
instincts and started to stroke, slowly at first, back and forth along his
tactile organ, raising nerves in his rectum and upper thigh and forcing a
muffled breath from his pursed lips.

Continued in 2/2