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I wasn’t there to watch her develop into a young lady, both physically and emotionally, that is as much emotionally as a teenager can be. But from afar, I noticed her development instantly each time I got a chance to see her. She was still flighty and fun loving; in fact, she was still my sweet little Megan, just a little older. Her physical development was more obvious, to me anyway. Not only did she gain a little height and weight, about 4’8” and 85 lbs., she was still a runt, really, but she was developing in her breasts, her shapeliness and contours. Her breasts were now not merely pumps under her shirts and blouses but had grown into more defined mammary mounds. Although they were still by no means big, they stuck out nicely and let the viewer know that there was something there. And, she really didn’t mind you looking at them, or at least, she didn’t mind my occasional glance. In fact after seeing my glance as she bent down to retrieve something once, she smiled and moved her shoulders forward and allowed the blouse to expose them just a little more.

Her hips had spread a little also and she was starting to develop a nice ass on her. This, too, she didn’t mind showing off discretely, especially while wearing her shorts. She would stick that cute little rear end out for my approval whenever she got a chance. Boy, did I admire it. Although I can’t confirm this, but I’m sure she developed more hair to cover her pussy mound and I fantasized it was still as blond as it used to be. Her legs were more shapely than the young girl’s legs, also. The color of the skin on them was even toned, tanner I think. The young girl’s legs were skinnier and you could see the veins in them. Her’s were meatier, just more shapely. Let’s face it, she was filling out nicely, but we still could not seem to be alone.

Then, the news came, after two and half years living so far away from them, Danny was taking Shelly on a month long vacation and wanted the kids to stay with us. I don’t know who was most excited, Marty or myself, but we answered, almost in unison “YES”. They were to arrive at the end of school on May 20th, and were to stay a whole month. My heart sang with joy and my cock twitched with anticipation. Finally, we would have the time to be alone again.

“Why sure you can,” agreed Marty. “Of course we have room. How long will she stay with us?” she asked.

I was dumbfounded by this conversation, confused and frustrated. Who was she talking to and about whom? I couldn’t remain silent any longer and ask Marty, “Who are you talking to?”

“Your Granddaughter,” she mouthed.

I almost panicked. What is she doing? Who is she talking about? WHAT’S GOING ON!

As Marty hung up the phone, she announced, “Megan is being a friend with her. You remember Tanisha don’t you, that cute little black girl, well, Megan asked if she could come with her and Bobby for a week this summer. I said of course, we would love to have her. She such a nice girl. You remember, her father is the pastor at their church. It just so happens that her parents are going to a convention in Washington D.C. the week of the 23rd so Megan wanted to bring her along for the trip.”

I felt betrayed. I felt stabbed I the back. What was she trying to tell me? Was it off? What was “it” anyway? I felt so hurt, but I tried not to show it to Marty.

I had met Tanisha on two different occasions while we were up in Chicago. She had been over for dinner once and had stopped by to see Megan the other time. I really didn’t remember much about her other than she was polite and friendly. She and Megan had become close friends since Megan had moved in up there. I found out that they had become almost like sisters this last year. Now they were coming to MY house and spoiling MY time with Megan. I was so disgusted.

As the 20th arrived, we scurried to the airport to meet them. I don’t know who was more excited to see the grandkids, Marty or me. But I was wondering why had Megan invited her girlfriend to spend a week out of our month together. Was she trying to tell me something? Had she outgrown her “Papa”.

“There they are,” Marty shrieked as she ran them. With her arms wide open, she gave Bobby a hug, then Megan, then Tanisha. “Oh, let me look at you ,” she said. “Why Bobby, you’re getting so big, come give Grandma another big hug.” Taking him into her arms once again, she planted a big kiss on his lips. He looked embarrassed and kind of sheepish, then he glanced my direction. But I was too busy giving Megan and hug and a kiss on the cheek. It was her idea that she turned her cheek to me at the last minute. I also noticed that the hug was definitely not what I expected. It was a bend as the waste, “don’t put your crotch or breasts on him” type hug. I knew right then that it was over. I politely greeted Tanisha with an arm around the shoulder hug.

“I’m so glad you allowed me to come to visit you and Mrs. Adams,” she said graciously. “It was so nice of you to open your house up to me like that.”

Regardless of what I was thinking, I replied, “Well it such a pleasure to have you here and from now on, it’s “Papa George” to you.” Looking down at Bobby, I said “Come here Boy,” and realized that I wasn’t looking down so much at him any longer. He was growing up too. He was getting tall and putting on a little weight. I guessed he would be starting to change here in the next few months. Oh gosh, they grow up so fast.

Megan and Tanisha stood over by themselves while we were waiting for their luggage to arrive. They were whispering, giggling and acting like schoolgirls again. They were growing, but they were still girls. Marty and I watched them include Bobby in their world as we stood arm in arm. The three of them were having so much fun teasing and taunting, I almost forgot that I was angry over the situation of having our month interrupted or ruined by the presence of Tanisha. She was attractive, though. She was just a little taller than Megan, and just a little heavier. They had similar builds, both maturing young ladies. Her breasts were maybe just a little fuller than Megan’s and her figure was a little more pronounced. Yes, I guess she was a little bit further developed than Megan. In fact, she started looking pretty good. I caught my wandering eyes start to undress her when Marty said, “Look at how much Bobby has grown. Why he’s turning into a man before my very eyes.” Then sheepishly she added, “Both kids are.” She turned to walk towards them and I wondered, “Is she attracted to, Bobby?” “Nooo, its my imagination.”

After the grandkids had unpacked and settled into their rooms, Bobby in one and the girls in another, they came out of their rooms ready to take a dip into the pool before getting ready for bed. We heated our pool, so even though it was early in the season for swimming, it was a perfect 88 degrees. Marty and I decided to join them in a swim, so all of us met out by the pool in our swimsuits. Megan wore a two-piece that covered about everything properly, as did Tanisha. Bobby and I wore trunks, however Marty, wore a somewhat revealing two piece bikini that made my eyes do a double take. She was a stunning woman. Nice figure, firm breasts and butt and a relatively flat tummy. Her 125 lbs. were compacted into that bikini which barely covered the essentials. I looked approvingly at her and she replied, “What?”

After dunking all three of the kids several times, I got out and messed around with the pool equipment, setting the automatic filter and timer. When I looked back at the gang, they were all gone. As I started to step around the corner, Megan met me and pushed me back around the corner, out of sight. She then came up to me and gave me a full embrace from breast to crotch. She caught me off guard at first, but as soon as I realized that it was her, my arms embraced her body and my mouth opened up to her passionate kiss and my tongue searched out it’s mate. After a moment, I broke off the kiss and asked what was she thinking of. Wasn’t she afraid we would be caught and why had she invited her friend to join us for two weeks. And oh yea, she still wanted me! She said she would explain later and, yes she had to go take her shower now that Tanisha had finished her’s. With that, she ran to her room to shower and change.

I put on a pair of gym shorts and a tee shirt after coming out of the shower. I was the last to clean up and the last one out to the family room. I could smell the popcorn cooking so I fixed Marty and I a drink and offered something to the grandkids. They were all in their pjs, sitting around on the floor playing some board game. As I walked up to them, I saw Bobby looking down the top of Megan’s, trying to see her titties. I muffled a laugh and said to Bobby, "“Here ya go Champ.” It startled him and he looked up with embarrassment and started to blush. I gave him a wry smile and mouthed, “That’s Ok.” He grinned sheepishly and took his soda. I then turned to the girls and noticed what had had his attention. There was Megan, sitting cross-legged, her chin on her elbow and the front of her tank top was open for the world to see. My eyes caught her breasts, her nipples and her belly button and I almost dropped the sodas on the girls. Suddenly Megan looked up, saw my eyes on her bare chest, grinned and sat up. She looked at me knowingly and said, “Not much to see, is there?” I was dumbfounded and embarrassed. Had Tanisha heard that and how about Bobby? No one reacted, so I think it slipped by, but, my God, she really set me back on my rear. I gathered myself and offered Tanisha the remaining soda and left the kids with their game.

After going back to the kitchen to join Marty, I ran my hand over her rear end and gave it a little squeeze. She faked indignity but responded with a grab at my crotch that I managed to block and she gave that warning look that meant, not here. We joined the board game and sat across from them on the floor, our backs up against the sofa. Sitting there opposite the three, I noticed I had a pretty good shot of the two girl’s crotches. Sitting there cross-legged, the girls were wearing the pj shorts and tank tops. I did notice that Tanisha wasn’t wearing a bra and, of course, neither was Megan. I started imagining the curve of her breast and tried to pick out if the nipple was protruding or if my imagination was running away with me. She never looked up but shifted her weight from one cheek to the other and there it was. At the leg opening of her black pj shorts, about one inch of lacy white fabric showing like a light against the darkness of her skin and the blackness of her shorts. I saw the white elastic band around the leg and wondered if I saw her pubic hairs sticking through the lacy panties. I was mesmerized for a brief moment then I caught Megan’s movement with my eye. She brought her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around her knees. The legs of her pjs were riding up her crotch and she shifted to one side and I almost gasped audibly. There before me was a half inch of light brown pubic hair staring back at me. She must have sensed my gaze, because her eyes came to greet mine and, as she smiled demurely, she spread her legs for an instant, then she shifted her legs back down in front of her, bending her knees up under her like a lady should sit. Tanisha was concentrating on the game and hadn’t noticed the exchange between Megan and I. I looked down at my crotch. I was starting to get an erection. Megan must have seen me look. She smiled again with “that proud of herself” smile.

Meanwhile, Marty, oblivious to all of my sightings and reactions, had her eyes glued on Bobby and his movements. He was wearing sweatpants and a tee shirt. He sat cross-legged also, but his sweats were baggy and allowed no chance of Marty see anything, but she was staring at his crotch anyway. She’s turned on to him. I’m sure of it. I’ll be damned. My sweet wife has the hots for her grandson. She would die if I even suspected it, but I’m sure of the way she looks at him. And now that I think of it, she is alone with Bobby a lot, while I’m alone with Megan. That Friday night I stayed at Megan’s house and we were so intimate, Marty and Bobby were alone at this house also. It started to make sense to me now, every
time Megan and I are alone, so are Marty and Bobby. I’ll bet she doing him. I’ll have to see if my hunch is correct.

As everyone was ready to turn in, the kids came to us to say good night. First Marty then myself, each got a hug from them. A manly, one armed hug from Bobby, a sweet, gentle hug from Tanisha and a bigger hug from Megan, followed by a kiss to the cheek and a quick whisper, “Pleasant dreams, Lover Boy.” With that, off they went to their respective bedrooms. Marty and I retired to our own bedroom and as I stripped and crawled in beside her, she was all over me with her passion. She kissed me deeply and slid her hand down to my cock. She had me on my back instantly and was working my cock with one hand and caressing my balls with the other. She let my cock go for an instant and removed her pjs, throwing the covers off of my naked body. Then, she dove on my cock once again, except this time with her mouth. It felt so good having someone work it over from its aroused condition earlier that evening, that before long, I was an equal participant. Moving her left leg to the other side of my head, I had her staddling me, with her cunt merely inches from my eager month. I began licking and sucking her pussy and immediately, she started grinding and moaning all over my face. She drove her passion down on my cock, taking it all the way in and all the way out, sucking feverishly. As I started feeling it grow inside of me, I pushed her off of me onto her back as I switched positions and jumped between her widespread legs. I lifted her legs from the knees and rammed it home, dead square into her love hole. She let out muffled scream then started to hump me with all she was worth. All I could think of was her and Bobby. Was she doing this with him, too? I drove it in again and again, deeper and harder until I burst into an unbelievable orgasm. Spewing cum deep into her, I felt her climax build and grow then release itself upon my cock with avenges. I could feel her releasing her juices on me as she drenched the sheets under her ass. I got up on my knees as she stuffed my withering cock into her mouth and sucked and sucked. I stayed there for several moments, enjoying the comedown. Then I said, “Wow, that was great. What got you so turned on?”
“Just your big cock,” she said. I knew it was a lie.

When we awoke in the morning, Marty stretched and yawned, gave me a warm kiss and swung her legs out of the covers and went into the bathroom to shower. I soon followed and both showered, got dressed and when out to the kitchen. The kids had not risen yet and Marty prepared to go to work. I would do my work from home, as usual, and also “baby sit” the kids. After a light breakfast, Marty gave me a kiss and started out the door. She turned and announced to me that she was going to take some of her vacation time while the kids are here. Maybe we can all go somewhere. I said I didn’t know if I could get away but we would see. Off she went, leaving me at home with the three kids.

After awhile, out they came, first Bobby, asking where Grandma was. After hearing that she went to work, he frowned and went to the frig to check it out. Then came Megan. She arrived in the kitchen sleepy, as if she had just awakened from a hard night. She came over to me, put her arms around my neck and gave me a quick “Good Morning” kiss on the cheek and sat in a chair and spaced out. Her long blonde hair was a mess, her pjs were knotted up around her crotch and as she stretched her arms high over her head, her tank top rose up to just below her breasts and her nipples stood at attention. She looked at me and saw my stare, lowered her arms, smiled and yawned. About this time, Tanisha came stumbling out to join us. She also looked as if she had been ridden hard and put to stable wet. Her wavy black hair was matted to her head at the side. Her eyes were swollen and her pjs were balled up also. Her nipples where very pronounced and erect. Neither of the girls realized that I was staring at their tits but they both seemed uncomfortable with the way their breasts were reacting. Marty bent over at the waste while the Tanisha pulled the top away from her skin, both in an effort to ease the contact of the fabric of the tank top and their sensitive nipples.

“Well look at the sleepy heads this morning,” I said. “Want some breakfast?”

They agreed that cold cereal sounded good so I put out the boxes, bowls, spoons and milk for their choice.

“I’ll be staying home with you kids today but what do you want to do?”

They looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders and replied, “I don’t know.”

I thought, “This will be fun,” then added, “Well, after you figure it out come get me in my office and let me know.”

With that I excused myself and went to my office to start that project for work.

After about 30 minutes or so, Megan came into my office, followed shortly by Tanisha and Bobby. All three had changed into their swimsuits, brushed their hair and basically cleaned themselves up. They looked awake and ready to take on the day of playing in the pool and relaxing. I said I’d be here if they needed me and off they went and I heard them splash into the pool. After awhile of working, I got up and went to the kitchen for a refill of coffee. From our kitchen, you can see the entire pool area and after pouring another cup from the pot, I just watched the kids playing in the water. My mind wandered as I observed their play. I wondered about whether Marty was messing around with Bobby and how was I going to find out. Then I thoughts turned to Megan, her developing body and her awareness of my glances last night, and her receptive responses. Then, I wondered about Tanisha and how she fit into this vacation. She was a pretty girl, African-American for sure, but without all of the physical traits on that race. Her lips were not excessively big; her nose was straight and narrow, not large and flat. She showed no signs of developing a big butt, yet, anyway. Her skin tones led me to believe that she had several white ancestors in her background. She was really a beautiful young girl with a sexy little body. As she came up from being dunked once, the top of her suit slipped up and her breast became fully exposed. The three of us that observed this suit malfunction, looked for a reaction from Tanisha. She just made the adjustment and moved on with her play, as if nothing had happened. So did her playmates. I was the only one affected by the accident. It caused me to focus my attention more on the suit she was wearing. It was a bright yellow, two-piece suit that mostly covered her lower parts, but the top was a little too big for her. It was a halter type top, not your typical bikini top. It was just a broad piece of fabric going around her chest area with two straps holding it up. It was not, nor was it intended to be revealing in any way, but just the thought that it rode up on her once to expose that brown little breast in all its glory, was enough to make it very sexy.

I watched them a few more moments, and then I had a brain explosion. I hurried into my room, put on my trunks and went out to join them.

I made my entrance with a huge “cannon ball”, splashing everyone with a face full of water. My greeting from the kids was shrieks and laughter. I came up splashing all three of them and they retaliated by ganging up on me and pushing my head under the water. I grabbed bodies and flung them in all direction, causing them to come back for more. We wrestled and fought like this for a few moments until I started feeling an erection growing in my groin. While throwing the kids, I was grabbing anything I could get my hands on and sometimes I felt my hands in inappropriate places. With each contact, my cock would tingle, so I stopped when I felt the pressure start to built. Megan was the first to suggest, “Let’s play the “Flipper” game!” I stole a glance at her and I saw the eagerness and joy in her eyes. I waited to see what everyone else would say. After explaining the game to all the players, they all agreed that it would be fun. So, Megan volunteered it demonstrate the game. I assumed the position, crouched down to the water line, hands and palms up on my knees, and waited for her to mount my hands. She steadied herself by placing her hand on my head, and as I bounced up and down on the count of three, I raised my hands and arms out of the water flipping her into a back flip towards the deeper end of the pool. The execution was nearly perfect and was met with claps and acclaims from the observers. “I’m next,” proclaimed Bobby. He mounted my hands as he observed his sister do but he was a little heavier and when I raised up with my hands, one of his feet slipped off my hand resulting in a reverse belly flop. “My bad,” I exclaimed. “Your foot slipped out of my grip. We’ll get it right next time.” Then it was Tanisha’s turn. She put her hand on my head and placed her foot on my hand. She lost her balance and tried to correct it by putting her other foot up on the other hand. This only caused her to go over my head and down she came on top of me. I fell back to cushion the blow but went under the water with Tanisha’s crotch in my face. We struggled to gain our balance, but came up to sheiks of laughter and howling remarks.

“Are you alright?” I asked her grabbing her arm to steady her.

“Yes, I’m fine,” she said, looking very foolish and embarrassed. “Are you ok?”

“I’m fine, let’s try that again,” I insisted.

She looked doubtful, but started to assume the position once again, but this time she took her time. Just before, or as, she started to put her hand on my head, our eyes met as if sharing the fact that we had made contact below the water in an awkward way. I was trying to determine her reaction to the acknowledgement, when I noticed a brief smile come across her lips. This time we perform the trick flawlessly and she came up beaming.

With each turn, Megan leaned closer to my face with her crotch, almost tempting me to stick my nose in her pussy. Each time, I would resist. But Tanisha, on her turns, was following Megan’s lead. She would place her little mound inches from my face, teasingly close, then giving me that little smile as she arose from the water. Her cute little breasts bounced as she jumped back to her feet and she would sometimes rearrange her suit. I was starting to get aroused by this point and it was obvious that each one of us were, also. Even Bobby, watching the interplay between the girls and I, was starting to become suspiciously aroused. When he declined his turn, from the embarrassment of showing his bulge, I knew that we had to stop.

“Let’s get something to drink,” I exclaimed. “Girls, go on in the frig and get some sodas for us,’ I commanded.

Out of the pool they scrambled, digging the suits out of their cracks and adjusting the tops of their suits. Megan turned her head after she had accomplished her task and smiled broadly at me. Bobby and I tried to take this opportunity to calm our emotions and to get control over our crotches. When he came up from swimming under the water, I commented to him, “That was fun.”

“Yeah.” He said then looked at me to determine the meaning of that statement. I just smiled back at him.

After relaxing and joking around for about a half-hour or so, the conversation started to drag when Megan piped up, “Lets play “Bombs Away!” A shocked look came over my face, I am sure. I immediately looked at Megan with this “What the Hell?” expression on my face. What was she thinking? My gosh, if I called off the “Flipper” game because I could detect the sexual tension in the pool, what would “Bombs Away” create?

I said, “I don’t know if I can do “Bombs Away”. I think I pulled something in my back playing “Flipper,” I lied.

“Oh, Papa, pleaseee?” she begged. She came up to me, put her arms around my neck and repeated “Pleassseee?”

I relented, but I did not knowing how I was going to handle this one.

She explained how this game was played and the positioning of the individuals. She said that “Papa”, the launcher, was squatting down in the shallow end with his hands together in front of him. The person who was the bomb would back into the launcher, draw their legs up to their chest and sit there on his hands. At the count of three, he would raise his hands, come up out of the water and launch them up and out and they would crash down like a bomb into the water. This was met with just a little skepticism, but they all agreed to try it. Megan was the first, to demonstrate how it was done. I was a little irritated at her insistence on playing the game, knowing what effect it could have to the “bombs” and the “launcher”, so as she back on to my hands, my right hand went right under her suit and up her crotch. She did not jerk away or scream or anything to bring attention to the fact that I had my hand in her crack. But she did spread her butt a little as my finger found her hole. “One, two, three,” I said as I pulled out of the bottoms just before I launched her into the air. She squealed as she came splashing down into the water. She came up sputtering and looked me right I the eye and said, “Good one.”

I knew that Bobby was next. I had never launched a boy before, the game having been invented just so I could feel Megan’s pussy two years ago. So, with some nagging dread, I lowered myself into the water in a launch position and he came to sit on my hands. This time, I kept the probing down to the accidental pressure point but still felt the his balls and cock as I lifted him in the air. He came up sheepishly and said that it was fun, but looked down at the water instead of catching my glance. Next came Tanisha. I lowered myself into position and Tanisha moved back onto my hands, bringing her knees up to her chest.
My fingers made contact with her pussy but I did my best not to probe. But on “three”, as I launched her into the air, my fingers buried themselves into her cloth covered pussy and I thought I heard her let out a little squeal. She came up not knowing what to think. She was blushing and unable to talk. She just smiled a “What just happened” type of nervous smile and walked over to the edge of the pool to collect herself. Megan was looking intently into Tanisha’s eyes to detect if she felt the effect of what she knew just happened. I didn’t know quite what to do so I said, “That’s it, I’ve hurt my back again. I’ve got to quit.” Everyone, except Megan, seemed a little relieved not having to go through that again. I got out of the pool and, while drying myself off and rotating my “sore” back, I walked back into the house to shower and change.

Marty found me hard at work in my office when she got home from work. I did go to check on the kids periodically, but for the most part, I remained out of sight. They had come in, showered and changed, and were taking a nap. I had almost finished my project and putting the finishing touches on it when Marty came in and gave me a kiss and hug. We chatted briefly when she announced that she had taken the rest of the week off and that she had signed Bobby up for a baseball camp this afternoon. She would be taking him, every day over to the neighboring town in the morning and she would stay with him all day. She said it so matter-of-factly that it was almost an afterthought. I wondered if she knew how obvious she was being. I didn’t say anything accept, “Oh that’s nice. Did he bring his glove?” She said yea and dismissed it like it was nothing. I wondered where the ball diamond was, at which motel? This was really starting to irritate the hell out of me, but at the same time, that would leave me more time alone with the sweethearts. All-in-all, it could be a pretty good trade off.

That night we spent watching a little tv, playing board games and just relaxing. When the girls went in to change into their pajamas, Bobby and Marty went into his room to have a chat, presumably to talk about the “camp” the next day. When they came out, Bobby was a little flushed and I detected a slight bulge in his pants. Marty went right to our bedroom, to do who knows what. Probably, she needed to masturbate or something. I finally decided that I was enjoying this little charade of hers and I tried thinking of ways I could put a little monkey wrench into her plans. No, that would be too cruel. Besides, I wanted to be alone with the girls.

Going to bed that night, all I could do was lie there and think of the day’s activities. I thought of the play in the pool, how I had touched Megan’s pussy and hole. What it felt like to probe Bobby’s crotch and of course, I wondered what Tanisha thought having Megan’s grandpa feel her up. Then, I though about Marty and Bobby’s little tryst the next day. I was thinking about Marty with another man. Man? Hell, boy. Then I had to get up. Marty was sound asleep, so I eased himself out of bed, pulled on some gym shorts and when to my office.

Our house was really a four bedroom house but we converted one bedroom into my office, since I did so much work out of the house. The three bedrooms were on the opposite end of the house from the master bedroom. So, as I walked to my office, I heard some muffled conversations coming out of the girls bedroom. I got to the door to tell them to go to sleep, when I heard Tanisha’s voice telling Megan her reaction to my fingers probing her pussy this afternoon. I stopped my approach and listened intently through the partially opened door.

“It felt really strange,” she was saying. “You know, the whole thing about me losing my balance and falling on his head was one thing. That was an accident, but I am sure he tried to feel me up down there just like we do to each other at home. I’m sure of it! He put his hand down there on purpose.”

“Well, did you like it? How did it feel?” Megan asked.

“Well, like I said, it felt really strange,” replied Tanisha.

“Good strange or bad strange?”

“Well, I think it was good. It was so quick. I don’t know, good I think.”

“What do you mean, so quick?” inquired Megan.

“Well, it was just that he put his fingers up my slit and before I knew it, I was in the air. I mean, I didn’t have time to decide if I liked it or not. I wish he wouldn’t have hurt his back because I think I would have like to try it again. I don’t know,” she explained.

“Show me where he put his fingers,” asked Megan.

“Well, it was right about there, right where your finger is, no a little higher,” said Tanisha.

“Right there?” asked Megan.

“Oh yeah,’” she said with moan to her voice.

“Did it make you feel like this?”

“Kind of. But you make me feel warmer than your Grandpa. But you are rubbing it longer than he did.”

“Why don’t you take these off,” Megan instructed. “Why don’t you take everything off.”

There was a rustle of covers, then Megan’s voice said, “Lay down on your back and let me touch you.”

Now there was just the sound of my granddaughter, taking charge and giving instructions.

“You have such beautiful breasts, Tanisha, can I put them in my mouth?”

“Uh huh. Oh, that feels so good,’” she purred.

“How about this?” after a moment.

“OH, yes that feels great,” Tanisha said rather loudly.

“Shush,” admonished Megan. “Do you want to wake the house up?”

“No, but it feels so good when you put your finger up my hole like that. I wonder what it feels like when a boy puts his thing up there.”

“How about this?” asked Megan.

“Oh, my gosh,” she spat. “How do you know where to touch? Oh, keep it up. I’m getting a funny feeling all over me. Oh, Megan, you got to stop, I’ve got to pee.”

“No you don’t, you are close to cumming.”

“What do you mean, cumming?” asked Tanisha.

“It is when you get so excited that your juices run out of down there and you feel all tingly.”

“Well, it felt like I was about to pee.”

“Will you do me now?” asked Megan.

“Well, I can try to do what you told me to do last time. Take off your pjs.”

By this time, I had an erection so hard I had to go and relieve myself. So I tiptoed back down the hall to our room. Marty was still asleep as I walked into the bathroom.

The next morning, Marty woke me up early to tell me good bye and that she and Bobby were leaving early to go to baseball camp. They were going to stop on the way for breakfast and be at camp by 9 AM. She kissed me and slipped out of the room and I heard her greet Bobby and the garage door opened. They had not hardly left and the garage door started it descent, when I was up, shorts on and quietly walking down the hall to the girls room. The door was just as I left it, partly open when I arrived. I silently slipped in and as I turned the corner, my breath caught in my throat and I froze in my tracks. Lying there asleep, were the two girls, completely naked, outside of the covers. Tanisha was laying on her back while Megan was curled up on her side, facing me with her arm draped over Tanisha’s tummy. I could see that below her outstretched arm, the black pubic hair that covered Tanisha’s pussy. Above the arm where the delicate mounds with two pearls adorning them. Megan, in that position, covered up so I could only see the top part of the hair that covered her pussy mound. They looked so angelic lying there, the beautiful blond hair of Megan flowing over the soft brown body of Tanisha. What a sight. As I stared, Megan started to move and then opened her eyes. She saw my gaze, smiled at me, then she looked over at Tanisha. Making sure not to wake the girl, Megan carefully removed her arm and gently rolled out of bed. Grabbing her shorts and top, she followed me out of the room.

Having to relieve herself, she opted for the bathroom that was right next to the room we were vacating. As she closed the door, I snuck back into the room for one more, quick peek. Peering around the corner, I saw Tanisha was still sound asleep. The only movement from her was the steady rising and falling of her breasts as they coordinated with every breath. They were pretty much flattened out, with just her dark little nipples rising like sentinels above the gentle upward roll of the breasts themselves. Her flat little tummy and sloping abdomen led my eyes down to her parted legs and where they met. It was covered by a curly growth of dark black pubic hairs covering just her lips on her pussy but starting to advance over the mound, up onto the flat of her abdomen. My eyes traced back up the contours of her body to her beautiful, sleeping face, when I heard the muffled sound of the toilet flushing. I retraced my exit and was closing the door silently when Megan appeared, coming out the door to the bathroom. She noticed that I had just come out of the bedroom, so she asked, “Don’t you think she is pretty?”

“Yeah, she’s a beautiful girl, but not as beautiful as you,” I replied giving her a little hug.

She hugged me back and swung along side of me as we started down to the hall towards the kitchen, her arms still around my waist. She had once again pulled on her pajamas and my right arm went down and caressed her side while my hand found the hem of her top. Slowly and softly rubbing the skin of her side and when we passed my office, I pushed her into the room and turned to close the door.

She entered my office a few more steps and turned to greet me and wait for my lead. She just stood there, looking a little shy and innocent. Her nipples were sticking out through the cotton fabric of her pajama top and she kind of shrugged her shoulders, as if saying, “Oh well, shit happens.” My eyes moved from there to her crotch as she sheepishly watched and waited my inspection. As if signaling my approval, I raised my arms to her and she seemed to leap into them. I picked her up into a passionate embrace as our mouths devoured each other’s. Our tongues met for the first time in forever, it seemed, as we ravished our openings with a continuous movement of lips and tongues. As she wrapped her young legs around my waste, I found her bottom and the leg opening with my right hand. Going straight to her divide, my fingers began to message and probe her pussy.

“That ..was…so cruel,” she gasped between kisses, “what you did …..yesterday…in the pool.” Again filling my mouth with her tongue. I gasp back at her, “You liked…that…huh?”
“God, it ….turned…me on, I wanted….to….Oh, God , that….feels …so….” she never finished her thought.

My fingers had found her holes in her crotch and they were entering them with my fore and middle fingers. She let out a muffled cry, and then raising up on my hand, she caught the hem of her top and exposed her bouncing breasts right to my waiting mouth. I gladly accommodated her by covering them, one by one, with my sucking orifice and I licked and sucked them hard and feverishly. All the while, my fingers were driving into her cavities with abandonment. She started to stiffen and then let out a scream of release. My free hand went up to her mouth to cover up and muffle her cry of orgasm as she sat ridged on my fingers for a moment. She stayed that way for what seemed a long time of not be breathing, then she started to come down as she lowered her head to my shoulder and jerked and shook as I exited her holes. She remained with her legs wrapped around my waist for awhile, then slowly; she slid down my front, dragging her pussy over my erect cock. She continued down to her knees until her face was at my crotch. With both hands, she pulled down my shorts and freed my raging hard-on and started fondling it. I gratefully submitted to the warm embrace of her soft lips as they surrounded the head of my staff. She kissed the throbbing end and put her tongue into its hole, trying to penetrate it. With wide abandonment, she took it all the way into her mouth and down to her throat. Her gag reflexes caused her to withdraw and she cleared her throat and looked up, with tears in her eyes, and said, “Have you grown in to last couple of years?” While not waiting for an answer, she plunged her mouth back down on me but took only as much as her fist would allow and started sucking and rotating her hand and face as she continued her in and out action. She had learned to give head expertly and was bring me to a quick and forceful climax. Within a few more thrusts of her devouring mouth, I exploded into her willing receptacle as she did her best to shallow the spewing volcano of cum that I released. Again and again, I squirted gallons of my juices into her willing mouth. And again and again, she was sucking me dry. As I came down from the ecstasy of my climax, she stood up and we embraced passionately. I kissed her open mouth with mine and could taste the residual of my cum in her mouth. It was an unbelievable experience that I will remember always. With that, I handed her my shorts and told her to clean up the spillage, then we settled down on the couch to cuddle. We fondled each other for a few before we heard a knock at the door and a soft voice inquire “Megan? Are you in there?”

Grabbing back my shorts and scurrying around my desk, I took a seat as Megan replied, “Good morning Sleepyhead, come on in.”

The door slowly open and Tanisha’s head came through the door, looked around to find out who was in the room, and she slowly came in, wearing her pink pajamas, and said, “Good morning, I was looking for you.”
“I was just telling Megan that I had to go into the office today to take care of this project that I have been working on and wondered if there was anything you two needed from the city.” I was adlibbing as I went and, the look on Tanisha’s face made me wonder, if she was buying it. Megan looked over at Tanisha and said, “I think we are good, how long are you going to be gone?” she inquired.

“I don’t know, maybe all day, but I could be back, at the earliest, by mid-afternoon,” I said. “You two will be alright by yourselves won’t you?”

The look of disgust came from Megan and she proclaimed, “We are fourteen, Papa.”

After showering and cleaning up, I got dressed and went out to the kitchen to have breakfast. I shouted my good byes to the girls and started off on the fifteen-minute trip to the office. When I arrived, I was informed that the boss was called out of town and that the meeting had been rescheduled for next week. I stood around for awhile, shooting the shit with some of the secretaries, then decided to go on back home. It was 9:30 AM when I arrived back at the house so I pulled up to the garage and started to push the opener, then stopped. I don’t know why, but I decided to not open the garage door but go in personally through the side door, into the garage which opened to the kitchen. I was unconsciously walking softly, almost sneaking into my own home. I suppose, after hearing the girls last night playing with each other, I was hoping to discover them in some erotic pleasure situation. When I got in the kitchen and spotted them out by the pool, my heart sank because they were just playing, having fun. And, they were both wearing their swimsuits. Damn! As I watched them covertly from the kitchen, they were oblivious to my presence. I observed them for a few minutes, then retreated to my office to start to work.

After about fifteen minutes, I emerged from my office to the kitchen, I saw Tanisha’s back and there was Megan with her back towards me also. Tanisha’s arms were around Megan’s waste and her hands where lost around her hips. Megan’s head was arched backward and she was spreading her legs. I instantly stopped dead in my tracks. They were playing around with each other! I knew it! I slowly walked to the window to get a better look when Tanisha’s fingers untied Megan’s bottoms and they fell between her legs to the pool deck. Tanisha immediately placed her right hand on Megan’s pussy and as she started to stroke her, Megan’s responded vocally. Through the window, I heard Megan’s sharp cry as she grasped the hand that brought her pleasure. Tanisha drop to her knees and Megan opened up to her fingers as they probed towards her critoris. Megan turned around to take it from the front as Tanisha proceeded with her exploration. I slowly moved back away from my vantage point and decided to re-enter the house, this time normally. I went to the garage and pushed to control for the garage door opener and it noisily sprang to life. I then enter the kitchen, making as much noise as I could without being too obvious. When I looked, the girls had entered the pool and where standing at the near edge, Megan putting on her bottoms. As I went out to greet them, they looked flushed but greeted me with smiles and an inquiry as to my sudden return. My answer seemed to satisfy them and they resumed their trumped up play.

After about a half-hour of casual observation, where they were mainly cuddled in a corner of the pool talking, I stuck my head out and asked them if they wanted a drink or something. They looked at each other then Megan asked, “Could we ask you something, Papa?”

“Sure,” I responded, “Shoot.”

“Well,” she said hesitantly, “could you come on out and sit down?”

I wondered what this was all about, but complied with the request. After taking a patio chaise, I asked, “What’s up?”

“Well, me and Tanisha wanted to ask you something. It’s kind of personal and kind of embarrassing.” Looking to her friend for moral support, she just blurted out, “Would you teach us about sex? I mean, we know all about where babies come from and all that stuff. But we want to know how you have sex and what it feels like, you know, that kind of stuff.”

I took a deep breath, wondering how to respond. After all, I was the one who taught Megan everything she knows about making love just two years ago. Was she asking for more information or was she covering up her knowledge for Tanisha’s sake?

“Well, I’m flattered that you would ask me these questions, but shouldn’t you be asking your parents? I mean, I could answer any questions you might have about the act of love making, but as far as how it feels, the only thing that I could do is to demonstrate and that could get me thrown in jail.”

Tanisha responded, “My parents wouldn’t teach me anything about sex. “Wait until you’re married” is their response,” she said. “My gosh, how are we suppose to know what to do on our wedding night?”

“Yeah,” Megan chimed in, “how are we supposed to know if our husband knows what to do? Would you teach us Papa, please” With that, she came over to where I was sitting, crawled up on my lap and gave me a big hug around the neck. “Please,” she repeated.

“Please, Papa George,” pleaded Tanisha. Then she too, approached the other knee, sat down and placed her forehead on my neck.

“Well, ok but I have some ground rules,” I said.

They greeted my response with clapping and cheers. You would’ve though that I had agreed to take them out for ice cream or something.

“Rule one: if I go along with this, no one can know a thing about it. It is our secret. We all could get into a lot of trouble if it ever got out. Rule two: I will not hurt either of you in any way. This is a lesson in receiving and giving pleasure, not causing anyone any pain. Rule three: I will not have intercourse with you. I will not risk pregnancy nor harming you girls in any way. Is that understood?”

They both nodded their agreement.

“Now, both of you go into your room, take a shower, put on some clean panties, a skirt and tank top, then come to my office when you are through.”

With those instructions, they left for their room. My mind was ready to explode with excitement. How did Megan get Tanisha to agree to this? Maybe it was Tanisha’s plan and Megan had to cover herself with the charade of ignorance to safe her dignity? Anyway, I was about the have two fourteen year-old, horny girls, wanting me to teach and show them what it feels like to be fondled and caressed. I could do anything to them short of penetration and they are going to love it. God, how lucky can one guy get?

I slipped into my room to change into some gym shorts and tee shirt. I thought of taking off my underwear but I decided not to. I would probably need the jockeys to restrain my erection. After all, I needed to remain somewhat above the excitement of it all.

I entered my office to the sound of the shower running in the bathroom down the hall. I was starting to get an erection just thinking about what was to come. I had to settle down if I was going to pull this off. “Settle down. Take deep breaths.” Then the shower went silent. My heart started to race again. After what seemed like hours, sitting there waiting, a slight knock at the door proceeded a small voice asking, “Papa?”

As they entered wearing the clothes I had instructed them to wear, they looked a little shy yet eager. Megan walked over to the loveseat and sat down with her knees locked together. Tanisha came in with her arms covering her breasts and looking to me for encouragement. They sat there, fully compliant with my instructions, waiting for me to start.

“Well,” I began, “have either of you ever been kissed by a boy?”

Megan said she had and Tanisha nodded her agreement.

“Then you know that the act of kissing a boy can, initially, be the most arousing act that you can do,” I said. “The oral stimulus of kissing can cause sensations throughout your body. Let me demonstrate. Who’s first?” I asked. They looked at each other, but no one made the first move. “You asked for this, now come on, do you want me to teach you or not?” Again they looked at each other, and then Tanisha raised her hand. “Stand up here, then. Now I am going to kiss you softly on the lips. Think of your favorite hunk that you wanted to kiss for a long time. Now close your eyes,” and with that I bent down and gave her a gentle kiss. At first, she did not kiss me back. But after I parted my lips and applied just a little pressure, she began to return my gentle kiss with pressure of her own. I increased my arm pressure on her back drawing her towards me and opened my lips just a little more. Then, I slowly released her and our lips were the last to break the contact, mine closing at the separation.

“How was that?” I asked.

Opening her eyes slowly, she said, “Wow, that was a little better than the other times.”

“Did you feel anything over the rest of your body?” I inquired.

“Uh, Yeah,” she replied.

“Where?”

“Well, in my tummy…and lower,” she admitted.

“Do you want to try it again?”

She didn’t even respond orally, just put her arms around my neck and placed her lips upon mine. They separated as she applied just the right amount of pressure. My arms were around her back and they started roaming around her back, messaging with my fingers. As I increased the force of my hands and my lips, my mouth opened a little more as my tongue started to intrude in her mouth. She was not ready for this, and she broke off the kiss and gave me an inquisitive look.

“That is the next step in kissing. By putting your tongue into the partners mouth, you are saying, “I want to be part of you.” By excepting one’s tongue into your mouth, you are agreeing. You are saying, “Yes I want to explore you and be explored by you.” Now, you can always set the tone of that exploration later,”
I explained. “Let’s try it again.”

I placed my lips on hers and she opened her mouth to my tongue as I explored the far reaches of her orifice. I, once again, pressed my arms on her back and started moving them around. I found the small of her back and with my right hand, I gently pressed her into me. Her thighs rubbed against mine and her excited nipples pressed against my chest. She moaned a little, but did not take her lips away from mine. She stuck out her tongue a little more and kissed me even harder. I broke the kiss again, but she refused to break the junction. She was kissing me passionately, so my right hand went down from the small of her back to her ass and grabbed her left cheek. I knew that this action would shake her back down to earth and it did. She looked up into my eyes for instructions and I said, “Easy now. We have all the time we need.” Then with a little peck on the nose and a squeeze of her left cheek; I released her back to her place on the loveseat. Sitting besides a very turned on Megan, she giggled and gave her a little hug.

“Megan, with your approval, why don’t we proceed with Tanisha’s instruction and then it will be your turn,” I said, hoping she would allow me to continue.

“Whatever,” she said, “I’m enjoying watching and learning.”

“Alright then,” I gathered myself, then continued. “Now you can kiss and touch and fool around like this for as long as you want and never take it any further. You have to decide before you start how far you want to go. Never go beyond where you set your limits. Like I set my limits when I said “No intercourse.” Then when or if I reach that point where I have to make a decision, it will be already made. You just have to stop. Understand?” I concluded.

With a nod yes, I proceeded. “Now if you decide that you like this person and you would like to continue, get up and come here,” I instructed, “you can agree through compliance to explore the next step.” I positioned her in front and facing me. I took her into my arms once again and started kissing her, softly at first, then more passionately. After a brief time, I could tell she was receptive to the next phase of her instruction. My hand went back down to her butt cheek again, this time she did not stop me. Pressing my mouth against hers and probing her mouth with my tongue, the grip of my hand began to knead her butt like a pile of dough. She responded with steady pressure from her hips into my thighs. Then with one movement, I switched my hands, bring the hem of the skirt up to her back with my right and putting my left on her panties of the other cheek. She gasped, but only intensified the movement of her mouth. Now my left hand was massaging her right cheek and the circles were getting bigger and bigger, glancing over, then caressing the bare skin around her panties. Then, breaking the kiss, I took her by the shoulder and turned her around with her back towards me.

My left hand moved to her hip but stayed in contact with her panties. She laid back her head on my chest and only gasped for breath. I slowly moved my right hand, hem and all, up her tummy to her breast line. Releasing her skirt to fall back over my other hand, I took the back of my fingers and lightly brushed her nipples. She shuttered and grasped for air. The sensation sent a shock wave throughout her body. As I brushed it again, she let out a small little moan and pressed forward with her chest but backward with her butt. I moved my other hand up to join the party and gently, using my fore fingers and thumbs began pinching and fondling each erect little nipple. This caused her to react in an almost violent way. She grabbed my hands with hers and squeezed them hard on her breasts. I broke one free and lifted her top up and exposed both breasts. Feeling the flesh on flesh of her mounds, we both gasped with the sensual sensation. Again and again I squeezed and kneaded the small mounds of flesh. With one movement again, I attempted to remove her top and she complied by raising her arms over her head. As the top cleared her hands, they came to rest on my cheek and neck. I twirled her nipples around and pinched and pulled until they were rock hard. Removing my right hand, it proceeded to make the journey down to her crotch. Tanisha stopped breathing. Going down to the hem of her skirt just between her legs, it started to retrace it steps back up her legs, maintaining contact with them, until they met their point of junction. Finally, Tanisha let out a rush of air and she started to scream with delight and anticipation.

“OH, MY GOSH!” was all she could say.

As my hand found the front of her crotch, its fingers started their probing endeavor. The first and third went down either side of pussy lips with the middle finger free to explore the center crack. Each time it went down, the middle would curl up into the hole. The hole was becoming very wet and the three fingers were increasing their pace and pressure. My other hand went down to assist with the removal of the panties and as they came down to the floor, Tanisha stepped out of them. With my right hand on the right thigh, I spread open her wet crotch to my other hand and I now had access to her bare pussy. My fingers glided down their assigned channels and the middle finger probed the hairy crack, over the clit, into the waiting hole. She started thrusting her hips in sync with my fingers her hands dropped from my neck to her breasts. As her emotions built into a sure release, she pulled out on her nipples, arch her back into her own hands, pressing hard on my fingers and let out a gut wrenching, unworldly scream of ecstasy. She stayed it that solid state of ridged pleasure for what seemed like an eternity, then started jerking and convulsing uncontrollably. As she regained her senses, all she could say was, “Oh my gosh.”

I picked her up and took her over to Megan, who, I just noticed, had removed her panties and had pleased herself through masturbation and, too, was a mess.


At around noon, the girls came out dressed in their swimsuits. Megan and Tanisha sought me out and each came up to me, gave me a big, tender hug and said thank you for the lesson. I responded with an embarrassed, “Your welcome” and went about my business. I thought for a moment, how special they were to thank me when I should be thanking them for the opportunity. I soon heard them splashing and playing in the pool and decided to join them.

When I came out of the house donning my swim trunks, I noticed that the girls had found the air mattresses and were leisurely floating around, Megan on her tummy and Tanisha on her back. I stopped for a moment to admire the beauty of the scene. I have known these two beauties in the most intimate way and their innocence and youth was mesmerizing to me now as I watched them relax and enjoy the pool. I slipped into the water and swam to the pair. Standing between them I slowly gave Tanisha a hug and a gentle kiss as she lay there on the mattress. She responded to my advance by returning my kiss and placing her hand on my arm. I caressed it with my cheek and gave her a warm, loving smile. Megan’s eyes were closed so when I brushed her bare back with my hand, she jumped a little, opened her eyes and grinned at me warmly. She nestled her back to my touch so I expanded my brushing all over her back, from her neck down to the small of her back. As I continued to tenderly caress the skin, my fingers started messaging the muscles along her spine

“Oh, that feels good, Papa,” she cooed, and relaxed even more into my touch.

Tanisha was following my every move with her eyes as she now was lying on her side. She had her head propped up on her elbow and was totally fascinated by the response my touch was having on Megan. As I increased the pressure of the massage, my hands went to the ties of her swim top and slowly untied first the one at the neck holding it up and then the one around the back. I slowly released the ties and laid them out so they floated in the water. I again started massaging the now bare back, unobstructed. As I got to her neck, I squeezed and massaged the muscles strongly and then bent down and gave her a gentle kiss on her exposed cheek. She smiled and nestled back to the touch of my lips. I worked my way back down her slender back, from her shoulders to small of the back and then I pulled the mattress through the water until I was standing next to her legs. Slowly my touch centered on her leg muscles, first her hamstrings then her calves. With an expert’s pressure, I continued kneading those muscles and rubbing hard along their length, first one then the other. I worked up the sides of her legs to her hip joints, then down to her knees. I would then bring my hands from the hips, around her buttocks to her inner hamstring muscles and, applying pressure with my thumbs, trace down her legs back down to her knees.

On the third rotation of the massage cycle, when I was pressuring with my thumbs, I moved her legs wider and exposed her cloth- covered crotch. Standing at her feet now, I would rest my torso on her legs as I made the cycle up the outside and down the inside of her legs. With each turn of the cycle, my hands would start a little higher up between her legs and, finally, as my hands made contact with her crotch, she wiggles and arched her back, giving out a little moan. Hearing that signal, my hands stopped in the cycle long enough at the hips to untie the threads that secured the bottoms then continued the rounds down the legs.

I glanced up at Tanisha and she was visibly excited. Her breaths were quickened and were taken through her open mouth. Her eyes were darting back and forth across Megan’s body and my eyes. When she caught my glance, she just smiled nervously and looked back at the now, almost bare body of my granddaughter.

As I made one more cycle of the massage, my hand went under the hip a little and gaining the leverage I needed to lift her just a little, I raised her up with one hand. As her hips rose my other one removed the bottom half of her suit by sliding it out from under her. Now I was looking at her bare ass with all of its treasures. On the next cycle, my thumbs stopped at her pussy and, instead of moving down in the manner I had accustomed her to, I reversed the direction and my thumbs went right up to her slit and started their massage at a different destination.

With the contact of my thumbs with her pussy, Megan let out a gasp and then a moan as she wiggled her hips to meet the pressure. I then turned my hand around and slid it up cover the entire pubic area. I maneuvered myself towards her hips until I could slide my hand with its exploring fingers up along her slit.
Using the method that Tanisha had earlier enjoyed, I began stroking her lips with my fingers while inserting the middle finger up between the folds and caressing the clit. With each contact, Megan would jerk and moan. I was bringing her close to orgasm and I had other plans for her.

With one swift movement, I grabbed her legs, flipped her over as I swung her around and ducked down to find myself facing her pussy. With her legs on either side of my head, I started to raise her legs for a better view, when her head went under the water. Tanisha quickly jumped off of her mattress, put her hands under Megan’s head and neck and she supported her there as I went back to the mission at hand. The look on Tanisha’s face was priceless. Her mouth was agape and her eyes were wild with anticipation. I took one look at Tanisha and another look at Megan’s wide open pussy and buried my face in the wet waiting folds of the womanhood.

I don’t remember who the cry came from, Megan in sure pleasure or Tanisha in pure shock, maybe it was both of them, but that sound only intensified the urgency as I started licking, sucking and probing with my lips and tongue. As I raised her legs up and out, her little cunt opened up to me, along with her other hole. As my tongue went into the vagina, my finger found her anus and with a little pressure, it started its insertion to the first knuckle. With the return of my tongue to her clit and my finger implanted in her ass, Megan’s orgasm was imminent. With a few more flicks of