“Good morning Miss.” He glanced around ensuring that there was no one else present, “My granddaughter, Eliza comes here frequently to ride, and,” he paused choosing his words carefully, “she seems quite taken by you, and I have need of some guidance.”
“Ah, Eliza, yes, a beautiful young girl; always so curious about everything and continuously asking questions.” I laughed softly recollecting some of the rather improper things she had asked about after happening into the barnyard as a pair of horses were bred. “I try to answer her, but sometimes have to avoid giving her appropriate answers given her age.”
“Um, yes, well, this may be an inappropriate situation too. May we speak confidentially?” His eyes seemed sincere as he spoke; they were locked on me as if trying to judge my character. He did not seem like other men who would have been perusing my body with lustful thoughts; in fact, he had not even taken more than a quick glance at my skimpy outfit.
“OK, close the door and have a seat, while I clear my desk.” I scooped the piles of paper up, opening my drawer and stacked them inside it. “What is it that you wish to discuss? Is it regarding Eliza?”
“I do not want to seem presumptuous, but from observation of you and your father, I gather you have more than a normal father/daughter relationship,” speaking quietly as he leaned closer to the desk. “Eliza has lived in my home with my daughter for several years since my daughter divorced, and I suppose, I have been put in the position of Eliza’s father figure. At first, I thought nothing of it, but Eliza has blossomed into a budding young lady, and I find myself….dreaming or fantasying about her in a sexual way.”
“Oh…,” I blushed at his revelation of my relationship with my Dad. As I listened, it seemed that the old gentleman was seeking my guidance regarding how he could engage in the same relationship with his granddaughter, and a tiny smile crept to my face.
“I suppose you think I am a perverse old man, thinking like that about my granddaughter, but it has become an obsession. I find myself searching the internet for pictures and videos of young women and masturbate in my living room, sometimes with Eliza and her mother in the adjoining rooms.” He stopped talking momentarily and watched my face for a reaction to his words. Only seeing the little smile, he knew his observation of Dad and I was correct, and continued speaking.
“Eliza is very curious, and somehow, I would like to….let us say, satisfy some of her curiosity, if you will. On several occasions, quite by accident, I assure you; she has entered the living room without me knowing it, and seen me stroking my cock. When I happened to notice, she just stood still hidden in the doorway watching.”
“My, are you sure she saw what you were doing?” I asked raising my eyebrows looking at him.
“Yes, pretty sure. I have started to notice that she is glancing at my crotch whenever I am around, even with her mother present. I try to remain calm, but my mind races with impure thought and my cock stiffens. I want so much to have her touch my cock but afraid.”
“Do you think she wants to see it and touch it?” Smiling a bit more asking the question.
“I don’t know and that is why I’ve come here today, to see if you could possibly find out for me.” His voice was almost a plea as he looked at me.
“Well, I suppose I could try to find out,” I replied. “Next time she is here, I’ll do my best to broach the subject with her.”
“Thank you so much,” he said as he rose up, bowed his head to me, and hurried out of the office, closing the door behind him. I sat there smiling, thinking of the old man and his young granddaughter touching and pulling him off in their living room while her mother was in the next room, and laughed aloud.
Perhaps a week had passed when I heard the tiny footsteps coming down the hallway and come rushing into my office. I had been making notations on the writeable board for the week ahead, and turned to see Eliza entering the office. She ran forward and grabbed me around the waist, burying her head between my breasts and hugged me tightly. I felt her soft hair brushing on my breasts and inadvertently my nipples stiffened as I put my hands on her head. I could feel her breath as she nestled her face and kissed my cleavage playfully.
“Miss, I am so glad to see you! Grandpa brought me today, he said I had been a good girl this week, getting everything done and my report card was good. As a reward, he says he will bring me everyday during summer vacation to ride. I’m so happy,” Eliza excitedly exclaimed as she released me from her hug and stepped back.
I had not noticed before how much she was maturing from the little naïve girl that came here quite some time ago. Her body was blossoming; the boyish figure was now curvaceous with her breasts developing into soft fleshy mounds. I thought she had grown beyond the need for a training bra as I looked at her blouse, which was straining to keep the young breasts contained.
“Eliza, that is so wonderful. You will have a sore rump from bouncing around in the saddle if you ride every day this summer,” I quipped, spinning her around and giving her tushy a little slap.
“Um…yes. Are you spanking me Miss?” She giggled and stepped back looking at me.
“No, heaven forbid, you only get spanked if you are a bad girl! And you are not going to be that are you?” She shook her head and exclaimed ‘NO’ loudly.
“Let’s get you a horse ready for your ride,” as I started toward the barnyard, but she grabbed my arm, holding it tight, keeping me from going out the door.
“Miss…May I ask you something? It’s kinda important to me,” she looked imploringly at me with her bluish eyes shining brightly and her blonde hair framing her face.
“Well, how can I refuse that pretty face, what would you like to ask? I’m sure something inappropriate as always with you,” I laughed softly smiling at her. “What is so important you want to ask before you go riding?”
“Miss…you know my Grandpa,” she started speaking quietly. “I saw him looking at naughty pictures on his computer…and he was playing with his ‘thing’. He covers it all up when I go into the room, but I see a bulge under the cover in his lap. I have tried to see it but cannot. What should I do?”
“Oh my Eliza,” acting surprised, I suppressed a giggle, and continued. “Well, have you asked him to see it?”
“Oh no, I could not do that,” she blushed profusely, “but I really want to see it.”
“Aren’t you afraid that your mom would catch you looking at his ‘thing’? Perhaps you should just be patient, maybe you will get to see it when you least expect it, without sneaking into the living room to watch him.”
With that said, we ventured out to the barnyard, saddled up a horse for her, and off she went down the trails. Her Grandpa was sitting in the break room having a cup of coffee as I walked back to my office and seeing him there; I waved and beckoned him to follow me.
“Well, it does seem that Eliza has indeed seen you playing with yourself, and she has a great interest in….looking at your ‘thing’,” smiling at him, I continued, “I would like to offer a suggestion for you, something to try and not be too forward with the approach.”
“Oh, yes, please!” he almost begged and his attention was riveted on my words.
“At home, what is your normal appearance, meaning what do you usually wear around the house?” I asked and waited for him to respond.
“Um, in the mornings my daughter leaves for work before I get up, and usually I only wear my boxer shorts and a tee-shirt down to fix breakfast for Eliza. When she goes to school, I don’t bother to dress, I just go in the living room and sit in front of the computer, and only get dressed when it is almost time for Eliza to get home.”
“Ah, that is perfect. I am going to suggest something rather risky to you. Would you be willing to say, happen to let your ‘thing’ stick out of your boxers, when you fix breakfast for Eliza? That way she can get a pretty good look at it by ‘accident’. You must act, of course, like you do not notice that it is sticking out, just go about everything as you normally would. I mean, if she goes to the counter, you could go up next to her and lean to get something, she’s bound to look, or press against her backsides with it out, letting it rub on her nightgown. Just little seductions so to speak, making it easy for her to ‘see’ your ‘thing’.”
“Oh my….I am not sure, I mean, I am afraid, it might not just be a peek, cause I know it would stiffen and really stick out,” he said, “then what would I do?”
“Just act as if you don’t notice it. Try it a few days, then we will see what happens,” I smiled and patted his arm, “Trust me.”
It seemed like an eternity since Eliza and her Grandfather had been here riding, so I was pleased to see her smiling little face appear in my office. I waved as her Grandfather walked past heading to the riding area, but he paid me no mind and just kept walking.
“Miss, how did you know?” She asked. “It was like unreal.”
“What are you talking about Eliza,” I asked looking at her. “I haven’t seen you for quite some time, you haven’t been here riding lately.”
“I know Grandpa has been acting kinda funny,” she said.
“Really? How is that, acting funny, you say,” Smiling to myself. “Is he laughing aloud a lot?” I giggled reaching out and lightly giving her a love punch on her shoulder.
“Have you got ESP Miss, I mean, he IS laughing a lot.” Looking behind her, making sure he was not in the doorway, she moved closer to me and whispered, “I think maybe he is losing his mind or something, like he does not remember things he should.”
“Really? What kind of things dear?” I intentionally put a concerned look upon my face and realized the girl did really think he was going crazy or something by her look.
“Well….this whole week when he makes my breakfast and we eat, his ‘thing’ is sticking out of his underwear and he doesn’t seem to notice it.” She continued quietly, “He just walks around with it hanging out and it kinda dangles up and down when he walks, sometimes when he gets close to me, it gets bigger! I could not reach a bowl the other morning, and I felt it on my buns when he got the bowl for me, and it was Big. I almost could not keep from staring at it when he went and sat down. He even used his hand and seemed to be playing with it at the table, looking at me, while we ate.”
“Oh my. Um, were you afraid?” I watched her as I asked but her smile told me that she was not afraid at all.
“No, I kinda felt funny, like tingly all over, seeing it, especially when he played with himself,” she looked expectantly at me. “Was that what happens?”
“Where did you feel tingly Eliza?” I sat down next to where she stood, put my arm around her waist, pulled her closer to me, raised her skirt up and touched her little cameltoe. “Was it here sweetheart?” I let my fingers trace her vagina’s outline through her panties, and she trembled so much, I was afraid she would lose her balance and fall down. Pulling her onto my lap, spreading her legs on either side of my knee, I continued to lightly caress her pussy. She sat very still letting me touch without so much as a whimper or movement.
“Yes, there,” she managed to squeak out in her shrill little voice. “It felt like it does now, with you touching me there.”
“Do you like me touching you there Eliza?” knowing the answer before she could speak, I pulled her panties to the side, revealing her slit and ran my fingers along the sides of her labia, gently parted the lips and let my finger slide into her inner folds. “Have you ever touched yourself here Eliza? It’s called masturbating when you do it to yourself.” She wriggled her rump as my finger went inside her.
“Yes. Yes, I like it. Sometimes at night in bed, I touch myself there,” she said sheepishly admitting to masturbating. “My mom said masturbating is bad for you, but it feels so good.”
“Did you know that your Grandpa is also masturbating when he touches himself? Do you like watching him touch himself like that?” The little girl nodded ‘Yes’ as I continued to slowly push my finger in and out of her little pussy, feeling it getting wetter with each movement of my hand.
“So, Grandpa is being bad too, like momma said, he is masturbating?” she turned her head and looked at me. I pressed my lips against hers and gave her a small kiss on the lips. She gasped slightly as I answered, “Yes, your Grandpa is being a very bad boy. And you have been a very bad girl as well, both of you.”
“Oh no, my momma will be mad,” she whimpered, tossing her head back some as my finger continued it’s magical rubbing on her now very turned on pussy.
“Only if she finds out you are both being bad. You need to make sure she does not find out, you must keep it a secret, one only you and your Grandpa know,” I felt her little rump begin to lurch forward and backward against my finger, driving it deeper inside her with each thrust, until she had rammed my finger completely inside her, and stopped moving. She quivered, held her breath, and moaned loudly and I felt her quim running down on top of my knee profusely.
I kissed her, holding her tightly against my body for several moments, then letting the girl slide off my lap, pulling her panties back into place and adjusting her skirt, I patted her buttocks.
“Tomorrow morning, you need to play a new game with your Grandpa. With this game, both, you and your Grandpa win. You are going to help each other. You are both going to be Bad playing this game, sharing being bad together. Do you think you can do that Eliza?”
“Yes, I can Miss,” she replied.
“OK, here is the game. Your tiny pussy and his ‘thing’ are the game pieces. Your Grandpa is afraid, so you have to be the brave one. Scoot your chair over real close to his, and sit at the table without wearing your panties, spreading your legs wide. Close your eyes and let your fingers touch yourself everywhere with him watching you at breakfast. I know he will like it a lot and you do want to please your Grandpa, don’t you?”
“Oh yes, I love him so much,” she exclaimed.
“Playing with yourself for him will make him very happy, and he will start playing with himself too. Peek every once in a while, and when you see his ‘thing’ get really big and hard, reach your hand out and touch him while you keep touching yourself. I do not think he will resist you touching him. Use your hand to stroke him up and down, slow at first, then faster and faster until you feel your hand gets wet.”
“Wet, you mean my fingers touching myself?” she asked.
“No sweetie, your Grandpa’s ‘thing’ will shoot out some white sticky stuff which will mean he is very happy.”
“OK, I will do it like you say to,” she smiled widely at me and kissed me on the cheek.
“Make sure you tell him you have learned a new game, and that you will teach him how to play tomorrow morning. Don’t tell him anything else,” I giggled as I spoke.
“Tomorrow, you two can play this game all day long with each other while your mother is gone. You might have to guide his hands to your little pussy to get him to finger you like I did, but I am sure it will not take much encouragement. Then, both of you can play more and more. The game gets even better too, but for now, that is enough to start it out.”
Two days passed when I say Eliza’s Grandfather come strolling down the walk. There seemed to be a lilt in his steps as he entered into my office with a giant smile on his face.
“Miss Frolic, I cannot begin to thank you enough for what you have done for me,” he began talking rapidly. “Teaching Eliza that wonderful game, has given me new life. We must have played it a half-dozen times in the last two days, and we both won, every time.”
“Really now, that is, quite erotic,” I replied and smiled at him, “However, your Granddaughter is quite easily coaxed. It took me by surprise that she accepted it all so well. So, you are happy with my guidance to your Granddaughter Eliza?”
“Yes, my god, Yes, very happy,” he exclaimed.
“So, since you have ‘Played’ the first part of my little game, would you like for me to guide her through the next level?” I waited, as his face seemed to light up as I spoke.
“Next Level? You mean there is more?” he asked incredulously.
“Oh yes, and I’m quite sure if you enjoyed the first Level, the next Level will be even better. Just remember that the game requires you both to end up as winners, you too must participate in learning it,” I giggled as I spoke. “Given your age, some things you may have never done, or might have forgotten how to. Where is Eliza today anyways?”
“She went with her mother to do some shopping, and will not be home till tonight,” he said with a glum voice. “I will bring her here tomorrow for the next Level game rules.”
I stepped over to the door, closing it and the blinds, stepping back over to him and put my hand on his crotch. There was a small bulge, but with my touch, it quickly grew larger, and I smiled as I rubbed on him. I backed up to the desk, dropped my shorts, revealing my neatly trimmed landing-strip pussy and waggled my finger at him.
“Now, you need to show me how you will play the next Level with Eliza. Come show me you have not forgotten how to eat pussy and make me cum,” I laughed as I hopped up on the desk, spread my legs wide, holding my knees.
He hesitated almost acting like he was not going to eat my pussy, but I soon realized why. He knelt down between my legs, put his hand into his mouth, and pulled out his false teeth, placing them on the desk beside me.
Moments later, I felt the most exquisite pleasure I had experienced in a long time. His lips encompassed my vagina as his tongue dipped deeply inside me. I felt his gums clamping down on my labia, sucking them in. His gums exerted light pressure on the lips, not just in one spot, but what seemed to be all around. His tongue probed my pussy from top to bottom in slow movements, pushing it in and out, his head bobbing back and forth against my inner thighs as he sucked as if my pussy contained white meat like a lobster.
I could not help but to grab his head with my hands, pulling on him, tickling his earlobes, and holding him tightly. He continued to stiffen his tongue like a tiny penis, thrusting it. I was close to an orgasm when I felt the tip of his tongue flicker at the star of my ass. It forced my brownie open and he pushed his tongue inside me.
“OMG,” I gasped, clutching even more on his head, I felt myself ramming my hips upward, as wave after wave of orgasm rippled through my body. I tried to lay still enjoying the sensations, but my body began erupting repeatedly. I climaxed in short bursts of pleasure
without releasing him for well over a minute. When I finally stopped trembling and relaxed, he pulled away after another penetrating probe into my pussy with his tongue.
I watched him using the back of his coat sleeve to wipe the flood of my nectar from his face as he carefully re-inserted his teeth in his mouth.
“Did I do ok on the next Level Miss?” I just looked at him dumbfounded and nodded ‘Yes’ weakly, almost unable to move as I slumped back across the desk.
“I am very jealous of Eliza sir, to think that such a lovely young girl is about to receive what is the most incredible cunnigulus from her Grandfather. You have more than surpassed the requirement for the next Level,” I smiled and dreamily looked up at the ceiling as I spoke, momentarily still unable to move. I felt the old man pulling my panties and shorts back up my legs, lifting my buttocks until he succeeded in buttoning them back on me.
“Oh Miss, I love the game you taught me. Grandpa and I have played it so much,” Eliza’s voice bubbled with excitement as she came into my office and sat down. “It is so naughty.”
“Naughty, ha-ha. Tell me all about it Eliza, I would like to hear all about it,” I smiled widely at her brushing her hair away from her face looking at her innocent and cheerful face.
“Well, I almost could not sleep the other night. I lay in my bed thinking about what you told me to do, I mean, not wearing panties and letting Grandpa see my privates and playing with them, that I just could not stop myself from playing with myself all night.”
“When I got out of bed for breakfast, I just didn’t put any clothes on, just pulled my robe and slippers on, and went downstairs. Grandpa was sitting at the table and my mom was still home, saying she was going into work late. Disappointed thinking I could not play the game, when I decided perhaps I could start playing anyways, even with mom there.”
“So, as I sat down, I kinda turned toward Grandpa so mom could not see, and opened my robe. His eyes got really wide; I do not think he had ever seen my little boobies and pussy before. His hand started rubbing his ‘thing’. I pulled my robe closed, and sat down next to mom. While I ate, I kept letting my robe open so Grandpa could see inside. My boobies are not that big, but my nipples, like stood out like signal posts. Grandpa kept rubbing himself, looking from me to my mom, and I watched as he pulled his ‘thing’ out letting the tip of it show in his undershorts.”
“Oh my, with your mom right there, he did that?” I asked smiling thinking how erotic and exciting that must have been to witness. “Did your mom see him doing it?”
“No, she didn’t say a thing, even though she looked over at us several times. I kept opening my robe further and, wow, Grandpa’s ‘thingy’ grew big and more than the tip was sticking out. I dropped my cereal spoon on the floor and when I bent over to get it, I put my hand on his ‘thing’, holding it to steady myself as I got the spoon. It was like the towel rack in the bathroom.”
“When we finished breakfast, mom started getting ready to leave for work, and I cleared the table. My robe was completely open so Grandpa could see everything while I worked. I picked his things up one at a time, and each time, I reached down and tried to play with his ‘thing’ and each time it seemed to be harder and harder, but he kept pushing my hands away.”
“Mom finally left, and Grandpa got up and went into the living room and got on his computer. Out of the corner of my eye as I finished washing the dishes, I could see he was looking at naked girls on the computer again, and he had pulled his undershorts down around his ankles and was playing with his ‘thing’.”
“My, what a naughty Grandpa, playing with himself all the time watching porn on the computer,” I laughed watching her.
“Yes, very naughty Grandpa. I wanted to play with his ‘thing’, so I went into the living room, stepped in front of him, dropped my robe to the floor and sat on the arm of his chair. I started fingering myself and reached over and got a hold on his ‘thing’ and started playing with it too. He tried to push me away again, but I grabbed his hand, and put it on my pussy, and started to stroke him while guiding his fingers on me.”
“It wasn’t too long, till, like you said, my hand was all wet with warm sticky white stuff that came out of his ‘thing’. I could tell he liked it a lot. I liked his fingers touching me too and told him, if he would play with me I would play with him more.”
“We played all day long, it was so much fun, I had a great time and was so happy,” she was still smiling from ear to ear when she finished her story. It was then that I decided to tell her what I had done with her Grandpa the day before.
“Eliza, I showed your Grandpa another part of the game yesterday…,” I paused looking at her. “He did very well….actually, he was better at playing this part of the game than anyone else I have taught.”
“Another part of the game? There is more?” she asked with excited curiosity. “I want to learn more, the game is so fun.”
“Well, to learn his part of the game, he had to….do something to me,” I paused again hoping that she would not be too upset learning her Grandpa had played with me.
“You mean the two of you played the game together? You touched his ‘thing’ and he touched your pussy?” she asked quietly, frowning a bit.
“Yes, well, not quite like that, I didn’t touch his ‘thing’, but yes, he touched my pussy. Actually, he did more than touch my pussy.” I pulled my shorts and panties off, spread my legs and let Eliza look at my trimmed pussy as I spread my labia wide for her to see. “While I didn’t teach him, cause he already knew how, I made him eat my pussy.”
“OMG, eat your pussy? What do you mean; eat your pussy?” She quickly asked trying hard to look at me and not my pussy.
Not bothering to answer her, I pulled her face down between my legs. I felt her nose pressing against my pubes and clitty, her breath hot on my vaginal openings. “Lick my pussy Eliza, like you would a lollipop. Lick up and down, stick your tongue in and pretend you are trying to put it through a donut hole.” I heard her muffled gasp and felt her tongue begin to lap slowly on my pussy.
“Oh, this tastes strange…but good,” Eliza said as she pulled her head back briefly, before licking it more. I lifted her skirt finding no panties and smiled to myself, and began fingering her little pussy. She started licking and lapping at my pussy with a frenzied pace, and I enjoyed hearing her slurping away at my cunt. I gently reached further down, and let my index finger slip into her asshole, and was rewarded with the girl almost driving her tongue into me like a cock moaning and groaning.
Just the fact that she had readily accepted my forcing her to lick my pussy was enough to bring me to a climax almost immediately and I held her head close to my pussy feeling my release. I pushed her head back, smiled at her and kissed her lips.
“Good Girl Eliza, you learned what you Grandpa did to me yesterday with no problems. Your Grandpa is going to do that to you from now on when you play the game together, will you like that?”
“Oh Yes!” she exclaimed still using her tongue to lick all around her lips tasting my nectar.
“But Eliza, you must learn something as well, something that you will do to your Grandpa when you play the game. Are you ready to learn?” She nodded ‘Yes’ looking at me anxiously. I grabbed my phone and texted ‘OK, Now’. In moments, her Grandpa appeared in the doorway and entered the office, shutting the door behind him.
His eyes feasted on both our exposed bodies as a starving man would see a loaf of bread. “Take your clothes off Sir, all of them, and lay on your back on this table. Do not keep us waiting; Eliza desperately wants to learn the new part of the game. She has just learned what her reward is going to be,” I laughed pointing at her sopping wet pussy, “and she is eager to do her part to get you to reward her.” Eliza nodded her head vigorously and watched her Grandpa remove his clothes. His cock sprang up to attention and wiggled back and forth as he stepped over to the table and lay down on his back.
“Now, Eliza, what do you see?” I asked her. “You see his ‘thing’, well; his thing is called a ‘cock’. Today, you are going to learn to be a ‘cocksucker’ with your Grandpa’s cock.”
“Oh Miss, I’m going to be a Cocksucker?” she giggled, and continued, “That sounds so….nasty.”
“Yes, you are going to be a nasty Cocksucker for your Grandpa, he wants you to be naughty with him like he fantasizes about those naked girls on the internet porn sites. Will you like that?”
“Oh God Miss, my pussy is tingling so much right now. Yes, I want to be Grandpa’s nasty cocksucker, please tell me how,” she begged as she moved closer to the table and her Grandpa.
“Grab his cock with your hands. You start off by kissing it on the tip. Sometimes he will have some juice there, it is called pre-cum, and you will taste it on your lips as you kiss it. You see the part that is like a knob or top of a mushroom, that is his sensitive part. You kiss that a whole lot, all over to make him feel good. Go ahead, try that now, then I’ll tell you what to do next, as you are doing it.”
“Um, OK,” as Eliza started kissing softly with her innocent lips on his cock. She held him in her hands and slowly began to kiss his mushroomed head.
“Good girl Eliza, pretend you are French Kissing it, use your tongue when you kiss his cock. Get his head nice and wet with your saliva, if it drips down; use your hands to spread it all over his cock.” Eliza continued kissing. “Now, start kissing all of his cock, the shaft all the way down to his hairy balls.” She continued going down kissing his shaft until she started giggling. “What’s the matter Eliza?”
“His hair, it tickles, he-he.” She giggled more, but continued to kiss away. When she reached his balls, it seemed that she understood that she should kiss them as well, and did so without being told, licking them completely soaking them in her saliva.
“Excellent Eliza, now, the coup de gras, meaning finishing blow, I want you to open your mouth and let his cock slide into your mouth. It will feel weird, and you might feel like gagging but try to let it go all the way in your mouth. You can pull your head back leaving just the tip in your mouth, catch your breath, and go back down on it, again and again, until you have gotten it all the way in your mouth.”
“Will I choke?” she asked with a tinge of fear in her voice.
“No sweetie, you just pull your head back a bit, open your mouth wider, and breath with his cock in your mouth. You keep doing it, and you will get a tasty reward.”
“Tasty reward? Oh….he he, you mean he will shoot his stuff in my mouth,” she smiled gleefully, “I think I will like that a lot.”
“Keep working on your Grandpa Eliza; let’s see if you get the reward. Tell you what, slide up on the table, and put your little pussy over his face while you suck his cock, I bet you will really like what happens,” I smiled winking at her Grandpa, as he removed his teeth and set them on the side.
In moments, I was enjoying the sights and sounds of Eliza sucking on her Grandpa’s cock, and watching the top of his head bobbing as he ate her pussy. While his hips were moving up and down to meet her oral motions, it was almost amazing to see her bucking and wiggling, riding his face with her ass bouncing in the air over him.
I stepped over closer, grabbing one of his hands, and guided his fingers into my pussy while I lavished Eliza’s body with kisses from head to toe, caressing and fondling her soft breasts, pinching her nipples gently and hearing her moan with pleasure at my touch as well as her Grandfather’s mouthing of her pussy.
When I saw his white sperm shoot out around his cock in her mouth, I knew that she had succeeded in making him cum, and she tried valiantly to swallow his cum, but most of it flew out of her mouth, dripping down on her chin and his legs. She continued to suck him and before long, her body tensed up, went still, and I watched her buttocks slowly start to rub on his head. Her head raised up from his cock, opened wide, letting the sperm out, and she gasped, moaned and groaned, overcome by her own orgasm at the mouth of her Grandpa, until she collapsed laying on top of him in a heap.
I smiled and stepped back, watching them both, enjoying the pleasures they had given to each other, as I pulled my clothing back on, they lay still. I quietly turned the lights off and slipped out the door into the hallway.
Some thirty minutes expired, before the door opened, and the smiling Eliza’s face appeared, with her Grandpa’s hand clutched tightly in her little hand. Her face was bright and flushed with sexual fulfillment.
“Miss Frolic, Grandpa and I are going home. We want to play our game more before mom gets home tonight. Thank you so much,” as they walked down the hallway to the driveway and departed.