Grandpa's Horny Dilemma Ch. 2

He lay on top of both of us now, and my granddaughter was like the oily filling of a sandwich. I could see his hips rocking back and forth between the peachy mounds of my granddaughter's ass. He moved his hands sensuously over her slippery back and shoulders as he fucked her. Then he let his right forefinger tickle the corner of Kelly's mouth, before tracing a path around her lips. Her hair was now matted with a mixture of sweat and baby oil. When his hands moved around Kelly's throat and he began to squeeze, I looked up into his face and could tell by its contorted expression that he was about to empty his load. As John grunted his way to spunksville up my granddaughter's ass, her eyes bulged as he increased the pressure of his grip around her slim neck. As he emptied his load noisily into Kelly, he began to throttle her head back and forth. I held her arms tightly as she began to thrash for air. Then, just as she was about to pass out, John released his grip, screamed out some utter jibberish, and slid his cock out of my granddaughter's ass.

As Kelly lay still on top of me, I lifted my hips, took hold of her shoulders, and began to pump my dick in and out with long, slow strokes. Just when I was beginning to think that John had really hurt her, I heard the faint, yet familiar, sound of my granddaughter's pleasure. This encouraged me to speed up my hip movements. Her hot little body was sliding around on mine like a skater on ice. Soon, she was shouting for her grandpa to go as fast as he could. I obliged. I felt her tight pussy muscles contract around my dick so much that I knew we would both be cumming together very soon. Kelly and I were very vocal as we reached our respective orgasms. I felt my fluids pour out into her womb, and looked down to see that now my body hair was gathered in sweaty, oily wet clumps.

Hardly had I finished ejaculating, when my friend pulled Kelly off me, rolled her onto her back and began to masturbate over her. I noticed that his hips, waist and chest were also covered with a film of oil that had brushed onto him as he had taken my granddaughter from the rear earlier. He fondled Kelly with his right hand as he jerked at his shaft with his left. She writhed her oily body at his touch. After a couple of minutes, his hands were pulling at his cock so quickly that they were just a blur to my eyes. When he came, a minute or so later, a jet of his semen shot out onto my granddaughter's breasts and throat. He flicked his meat a few times to shake every last drop out. Then we both began to rub his muck into her body. It took some time because the baby oil acted as a barrier. But eventually, all traces of the white fluid had mingled in with the oil, and the expression on my granddaughter's face was of a girl who had been well and truly fucked.

At around ten o'clock, the three of us were all worn out and I suggested we get some sleep. Kelly was reluctant to share a bed with Mr Smith, but I told her that if he or I woke up in the middle of the night with cravings for her, neither one of us would want to go on a search and collect errand. I insisted that she stay with us and, of course, she had no choice but to obey. Although, with her back turned to my friend, one leg draped over my own, and her right hand clasping my left arm tightly, she put as much distance between herself and Mr Smith as possible, as the three of us drifted to sleep in the big bed.

I was awoken in the middle of the night by voices. As I came to, I recognised them to be those of my friend and my granddaughter. She lay in the exact position she had been when I had fallen asleep. Mr Smith was gently pulling at her waist saying:

'Come on baby, come over here to Mr Smith. There's a good girl'

Kelly resisted his tugging, and, still half asleep, she begged him to leave her alone.

My friend wasn't to be put off so easily. As my eyes grew accustomed to the level of darkness in the room, I saw his hand come down on top of hers, the one that she gripped my arm with. As my granddaughter whimpered in a tearful voice that she wanted to be left alone, Mr Smith began to forcefully prise her fingers from their protective hold on my upper arm. As the last one was pulled from my skin, I turned my head slightly to the right, in time to see him dragging my granddaughter over to his side of the bed.

As she continued her pitiful attempt to get him to stop molesting her, Mr Smith ignored everything and rolled his massive body onto the top of hers. The bedsheets were pulled far enough down for me to see that he used his right knee to force Kelly's legs apart. Now that they were spread, and he had her hands pinned to her sides, she was at his mercy. A quick thrust of his legs, and the pained expression on Kelly's face, told me that he was in. He kept his body low as he ground his hips into Kelly's. I imagined his hard cock gyrating around in my granddaughter's tight pussy. After about a minute, Kelly's sobbing protestations had turned to a low moan, telling me that she was once again experiencing sexual pleasure. This fact was not lost on my friend either, as I heard him whisper into Kelly's ear.

'Oooooo, cutie, you like that, don't you?'

I saw my granddaughter nod her head in agreement, and, in a quiet voice, begged him not to stop. He brought his face down to hers and began to slobber all over her, as he continued drilling her love box. Then, Kelly brought her legs around John's waist, and I heard her say just one word to him:

'Deeper'.

My friend's ass moved quickly up and down as he fucked my granddaughter for all his worth. Her moans and his grunts grew in strength together until, with a mask of contorted agony on his face, he raised himself up on his arms, and they both screamed in ecstasy. No sooner had he pulled his dick out of my granddaughter, than she scurried across the bed to take her comforting hold on me again. As she went back to sleep, I saw through my half closed eyes, that John was getting dressed. Two minutes later, I heard him leave through the front door. Before I nodded off myself, I felt the slight trickle of hot liquid on my right thigh. I put a finger down to touch it, before bringing it to my mouth. The realisation hit me like a hammer blow. The bastard had fucked her without a condom. It was too late to worry now. I'd just have to monitor the situation over the next month or so.

When I next awoke, it was daylight, and I had the most beautiful sensation coming from below my waist. Kelly was still holding onto me as she had done earlier, but now her hand had left my arm and was gently plumping up my growing erection.

As I looked down into her big, innocent eyes, she said:

'One more time, Grandpa?'

As I sat up on my right elbow, my granddaughter lay back, legs slightly parted. Most of the baby oil had rubbed off onto the sheets, but she still glowed. Her lips were naturally ruby in colour, and her mouth was full yet not wide. The oil made them look very glossy. Like I said earlier, I had never felt it right to kiss Kelly. But now, as she lay beneath me expectantly, I had the most overwhelming desire to put my tongue as far into her mouth as it would go. As I pressed my face to hers, I felt I was bruising her lips. But I didn't care. As I slipped my cock into her warm, wet pussy, she bit my lips slightly. Just enough for me to want to take her brutally. Ten minutes later, having brought her off yet again, and with cock in pussy perfectly synchronised with tongue in mouth, I spunked my load into her.

At ten o'clock, my grandson, Tom woke up, still feeling very drowsy. I had cleaned and replaced the sheets on the bed so that nobody could guess at the orgy that had occurred there just a few hours ago. I opened the window wide in order to let the smell of sex dissipate, and waited in the living room for my daughter and son-in-law to arrive back.

Kelly came and sat by me. To look at her now, you would never believe how she had been willing to be used by two old men.

'You didn't like my friend, Mr Smith, did you, honey?' I asked.

Kelly shook her head from side to side before speaking.

'He was a mean man, and very cruel to me.'

'I'm sorry, Kelly,' I apologised. 'I won't bring him next time.'

My granddaughter looked up at me with her big, wide, innocent eyes. There was a faint smile on her lips.

'I didn't say that Grandpa.'