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"Jeez, look at the camel-toe on that"
"Man those fucking jugs have a life of their own"
Jason sat back on his bench and smiled behind his newspaper as he listened to the comments about his daughter Jenny. This was their last exhibitionist afternoon together for a while. She was off up to her grandfather's house for a visit and Jason who couldn't stand his father-in-law was off on business to Europe and would collect her on the way back.
Not that she had wanted to go. Jenny could be very stubborn when he chose and their arguments had finally stopped when Jason had slapped her so hard she had been knocked off her feet. She had looked up at him with hurt-filled eyes but he had stood firm and she had conceded she had to go. As a punishment she had been out every night hanging out with her friends so they hadn't fucked.
Jenny walked over to the bench where her father was sitting. She had tied her long blonde hair up in a messy knot, slapped plenty of make-up on and squeezed into her smallest and tightest top and shorts. She was showing her father what he would miss whilst she was away and whilst she would much have preferred to be sucking her father's cock, if she had to visit her mouldy old grandfather then her dad would have to pay the price. Jenny had on a gypsy-style top, which she had worn pulled down low to ensure anyone who saw her knew she hadn't a bra on. Her tiny shorts were tight and showed a lot of her butt cheeks off. Her shoes was high and made walking difficult unless she did it slowly.
Jason knew what he would miss; he didn't need reminding of his daughter's nubile body. He had the imprint on his brain. Her mother was going to drop Jenny off and then she was off on business herself. She didn't get on with her own father very well but she thought it important that their daughter spend time with her grandfather.
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Jenny looked at her reflection in disgust. Her mother had insisted she wear something a little more restrained than she was allowed to normally. The pants suit with a sleeveless loose vest underneath made her look far older than eighteen, her messy hair was restrained in a plait and her make-up was minimal. Paige had told Jenny that her father was old-fashioned about dress and to make sure she wore a bra everyday.
She had said goodbye to her father the night before, their relationship still a little cool but the kiss they had shared whilst her mother's back was turned was anything but. Jenny had been a little worried on the journey that her mother would have mentioned their recent lovemaking in the store's cubicle and how she would play it. But her mother kept things general and also conducted some business calls allowing Jenny to listen to her headset.
"Father" Paige kissed the leathery face of her father. "How well you are looking" her tone was polite but cool.
Gifford Brewer accepted his daughter's kiss and returned her cool greeting. "How well you are looking too, Paige."
"Hello, Grandfather." Jenny kissed her grandfather. Gifford Brewer looked her up and down. She looks about forty in that outfit, he thought. Trust Paige to raise something like her.
Jenny waved her mother off and followed her grandfather back into the house, her heart heavy. She had two weeks in this mausoleum she sulked she'd go mad. She couldn't see her grandfather letting her drive that big car she'd seen parked outside.
Gifford looked down at her with cold eyes. "Well, Jenny I expect a certain standard of behaviour from you whilst you are here under my roof. I lead a very quiet life and don't expect to have to entertain you. We dine promptly each evening at 8pm but how you amuse yourself during the day is not my responsibility. Is that understood?"
She nodded on the verge of tears. "Yes, Grandfather."
"Very good, Mrs Clancy will see you to your room." Jenny dutifully followed the housekeeper up onto the first floor and at the end of a long corridor she was shown into a large old-fashioned room.
"I'll be downstairs if you want anything, Miss". The housekeeper departed and shut the door and Jenny threw herself onto the bed and shed bitter tears of frustration. She was alive and vital and her parents had cast her out into a dead world. Her mother had even taken her mobile, as her grandfather didn't approve of them. No one cared! No one! She raged against her parents and the world in general for a while and then decided to take a shower.
The shower room was surprisingly modern and Jenny stripped off her hated clothes and walked around the room naked savouring the feel of her large breasts unfettered by those hated bras. She stood looking out the window and absent-mindedly stroked between her legs as she watched two large black gardeners at work. She guessed both were in their fifties and muscular through hard-work and Jenny wondered how soon she could make their acquaintance. Her grandfather may not like it but hadn't he told her to amuse herself?
She stood under the water and rubbed and soaped herself all over. She had been surprised to see the shower stall was plain glass but her mean old grandfather probably wouldn't have paid for frosted. She hummed to herself as she soaped.
Gifford stroked his cock. He had been reluctant to switch the cam on when the light came on that the shower was in use. He didn't think that prissy little thing would be worth looking at but how wrong could a guy be. She was gorgeous with a pair of tits big enough to satisfy and a sweet-looking hairless pussy. He'd fixed the cam in himself one day for amusement. Not that he had many guests to stay and then it was usually guys. But even the sight of a naked male butt could sometimes raise the flagpole.
As he stroked, Jenny switched off the shower and stepped out. Before she reached for a towel she studied herself in the mirror. Her tits were glistening wet from the water droplets hung from end of her erect nipples. Her smooth pussy also glistened with moisture and she knew it wasn't all water from the shower. She had been thinking about her father under the shower and what she would like him to being doing her at the precise moment. She trembled and moaning slightly she wrapped herself in a large towel.
She walked back into the bedroom and lay down on the bed and unwrapped the towel and opened her legs. Her cunt was hot and slippery and her fingers slipped in easily.
Gifford kept on stroking even though his naked granddaughter was now out of camera range. He cursed as he realised he hadn't bothered to fit a cam inside the bedroom. He tried to recall the sight of his granddaughter's naked breasts as he stroked faster and came quickly.
Dinner was a stilted affair and Jenny was grateful when it finished. The dining room was dark and sombre and made Jenny feel depressed. She had worn a dark loose fitting dress for dinner, which was calf-length. It was in dark brown and covered up her figure. Gifford smiled to himself as he saw what she was wearing, he knew what lay underneath but the problem was how to gain access to it?
"I choose to spend time in my study after dinner Jenny, I have an extensive library which you may use." Books! Jenny nearly screamed. She didn't like, need, or read books. Books were for dusty, fusty old guys like her grandpa. But, as her grandfather didn't possess a TV and her mother hadn't allowed her to bring her headset out of the car, the hated book library it was.
Jenny has nosed miserably around the shelves for the best part of an hour. Gifford's library hasn't yielded up one interesting tome of any consequence but Jenny had pulled out one old-looking book and plonked herself down in a nearby chair and opened it.
Gifford smiled to himself as he switched off his computer. Some cyber-sex, preceded by some red-hot emails had twitched his cock a little. He had two regular e-mail buddies who stoked his fires for him. One was an expert in retro-porn and had recently sent him some vintage photographs, which had had him drooling with pleasure. One in particular had excited him so much he had had to cum all over it when he had printed it off. Looking at it now he struck by the likeness of the blonde girl to his granddaughter; Gifford knew he had to recreate the scene in this picture but how?
Jenny spent the next few evenings in the library going out of her head with boredom. The black gardeners hadn't shown again much to her disappointment; how she would have liked to get to know them better. Her friend Mary-Beth had fucked a couple of older black guys and had told her over how satisfying their big cocks had been. Jenny had thought she might get a taste of it while she was there if she could. That would teach her horrible, rotten dad a lesson.
Therefore, she had spent her days wondering around her grandfather's land. Once a working farm, it still had some cattle and Gifford grew cobs of corn as part of their feed. Jenny had one day looked at these with interest and having picked some wondered off to a secluded corner and slipped her panties off. Jason had shown her some toys on a website and told her he would be ordering some for them. Though he liked to cock fuck her, her father thought it would be good to try out some large vibes and dongs to stretch her pussy walls.
As she lay down, she thought of her father and sad tears slid down her cheeks. As she rubbed her slit to wetness she thought about the taste and feel of his cock, rubbing harder as she imagined the taste and feel of it in her mouth, between her tits and in her cunt. She missed him so much. At least if she practiced some with the cobs she would be able to take whatever size vibe or dong he wanted her to.
