Alf the Neighbourhood Grandpa - 03

Chapter 3

"Granddaddy, I got a job!" Tiff was at the door, bouncing on her feet with a huge smile.

"That's great news, Tiff, I didn't know you were looking," I said as we hugged. "Come in and tell me all about it."

"It's in the supermarket down the road, and I'll be putting together on-line orders for delivery. It's part time, four days a week, and during school hours so I can still do the school run with the boys. The extra money will be welcome."

"Always is, dear girl. When do you start?"

"Monday at half nine."

"I'm really happy for you, Tiff. Well done." I set a mug of coffee in front of her.

"Thanks Alfie." Holding the mug near her nose she inhaled the aroma. "I'm going to miss popping in for a coffee any time I want, though. Working will get in the way of my social life."

"True, but as you say, it will bring in more money, and it's a good way to meet people."

"It's going to be struggle only getting laid once a week. I'm going to need a week's worth or orgasms in one day, so it'll be Fuck Fest Friday."

With a laugh I said, "Well that sounds doable but maybe I should get some of those blue Young Mans Penis pills."

"You have nothing to worry about, Granddaddy. You've never let me down so far."

"I wonder how I will fill in the other four days."

"I'm guessing Renee will do her best to keep you occupied. Has she been over since we all played last week?"

"No, not yet. She may have changed her mind."

"She's had a few things to sort out, so I'd say she's just been too busy. She'll turn up." She looked at me seriously and said, "Be nice to her, Alf. She hasn't had many good experiences with men, if any. She needs some nurturing."

"I'll see what I can do."

"Talking of nurturing, I know someone who will be going without soon, and really needs some special attention. Are you up for the challenge?"

"For you, my darling granddaughter, always," I said as I lead her to the bedroom.

"That's the right answer."

The following Tuesday Renee knocked on my door.

"Good morning, Renee," I said, helping her off with her jacket. "I've never seen you in a dress before, you look very fetching. Come in."

"Fetching? I don't think anyone has ever called me fetching. Trust you, you old romantic, you."

I was fascinated by the movement of her butt cheeks under the dress as she led the way through to the living room, and we sat across from each other, me deep in my armchair and Renee on the edge of the couch.

I asked, "Have you heard how Tiff's first day went? I haven't caught up with her yet."

While Renee told me what she had been told by Tiff, I couldn't help but admire how her linen dress conformed to her shape, flowing from the neck down across her unfettered breasts, tenting around her hard nipples, then down to where the narrow belt cinched in the waist.

When she sat back and crossed her legs the skirt of the dress fell open revealing it was split to about mid-thigh. She saw me look but made no effort to cover up.

Renee was rambling and talking quickly, and when she paused to take a breath, I asked her why she was nervous.

"I don't really know how this all works. I mean, do we go straight to bed and talk after, or talk first?"

"Renee, how about we spend today talking about what you want from me, and I from you. Does that sound good?"

"Didn't we do that last week?"

"We did, but only generally. I think we need to sort out the details. How's your drink, need a top-up?"

"No, I'm good thanks."

I stood and held my hand out to her. "Come with me, let's get some fresh air."

Leading her by the hand we walked through the kitchen and out the back door.

"This is my private sanctuary, where I go for 'me time'. Not even Tiff has been out here."

"It's beautiful," Renee said, looking over my back garden. The plants had been selected for their shape and colour, as well as their perfume; the whole area was colourful and scented. "You have a swimming pool!"

"I do; it helps me keep in shape and is a nice way to cool off in summer. There is a spa pool and sauna, too," I said, pointing to my left. "Grab a seat and let's talk."

We both lay back on a chaise each, shaded by the large parasol.

"The other day you said you wanted someone to talk to about the serious things in life."

"That's right, someone to bounce ideas off, to ... I dunno ... give another viewpoint to things." Her brow wrinkled briefly, and she said, "I'm pretty sensible usually, but it would be nice to get a second opinion for things, like the work a mechanic says is needed on my car. I worry they are just taking me for a sucker."

"I'm happy to help with that sort of thing, Renee. I know it happens; most are honest but there are some unscrupulous ones too. Sometimes having a guy turn up too can keep them honest. What else are you looking for?"

"What we're doing right now. Sitting and talking, spending time together; you know, the whole companionship thing. Spending time with a friend." She paused, "Actually more than a friend. I want to feel I'm part of a family again, that I belong, that I'm part of someone's life. I want to feel I'm important to someone." She covered her face with her hands and whispered, "I get so lonely sometimes I don't know if I can take it."

I sat beside her and held her tight against me.

"You're not alone, Renee. You have Tiff ..."

"But she has a job now. I can't just call her when I'm feeling lost."

"Go and get your phone."

"It's in my pocket here." Renee fished around and pulled out her phone, unlocked it and looked at me expectantly.

I rattled off my phone number and her fingers flew over the screen like every other young'un's, putting my digital dexterity to shame. I heard my phone inside ping, and she said that we had each other's number now.

"Right, you can call me. Anytime. It doesn't even have to be for a reason."

"Thanks, Alf. Can I call you Poppa?"

"Of course you can."

We sat together, alone with our thoughts for a while, then she asked, "I bet Tiff loves it out here."

"I told you before, Tiff hasn't been out here. I'm very particular who I show this area to."

"Why is that?"

"It's my sanctuary. Remember the lock downs for Covid when many people worked from home? So many people felt they lost their privacy. Work colleagues and customers were suddenly inside their home, so to speak. It stopped being their private space and became an extension of their employer's office." I spread my arms out, encompassing all my back garden. "If I shared this area with all my visitors it wouldn't be my special space anymore. Does that make sense?"

"Yes, I get that. But why are you inviting me in but not Tiff."

"Because you and Tiff are different, and the relationship is different. Tiff will sit and chat for a while, and then either go home or take me to bed. She likes to know I'm here for her, but on a fairly superficial level. Don't get me wrong, sometimes she likes to feel the emotional attachment, to be like family with me, and we do have a close relationship - we do love each other - but I believe she is more titillated by the naughtiness of having sex with an older guy she calls Granddaddy. There's quite the kink going on there, even though we aren't related."

"But I'm going to call you Poppa and we're going to have sex. Isn't that the same?"

"No, because I believe the relationship that you and I'll develop will be much deeper. You don't want a superficial relationship. You say you want to belong, to be part of a family, and I am inviting you to join me, and we can be a family. I don't have a family either, you see. My parents are dead, and I was an only child; my wife is dead to me, and we never had children, so how about you and I become a family; you get a Poppa, and I get a granddaughter. That's not too weird, is it?"

She put her arms around me and gave me a tight squeeze. "I think that sounds perfect."

"Me too, cupcake. So now you know, I invited you out here because I see you as family, and I'm happy to share this space with you."

We again sat quietly for a while, and Renee was again the one to break the silence.

"When we talked the other day, I also said Tiff had told me how great a lover you are, and I got a taste of that ... oh, that's funny. A taste. I did, eh."

"It was a good time, I really enjoyed it."

"I noticed," she said with a smirk. "You do cum a lot."

"It's been said before. Anyway, did you have a question?"

"Yes. How often will you want sex with me?"

"Hmmm, interesting question. I will only want sex with you when you want to have sex with me. I don't expect to have sex with you. If it happens, great. But if we never have sex, also great. You will still be very welcome. Don't get me wrong, I would love to have sex with you; well actually that's not true. I would love to go to bed and make love with you, but it isn't a deal breaker. There isn't an obligation at all."

"I see." After another pause, she asked, "Poppa, do you think I'm pretty?"

"No."

"Hey? Well OK, don't hold back. Am I cute, then?"

"No."

"Well, that does wonders for my self-image," she said, going red and turning away from me. Her eyes glistened as tears formed. "Thanks."

Taking her chin in my hand and making her look at me, I looked her in the eye and said, "Renee, prettiness is a delicate beauty, and puppies and kittens are cute, whereas you are a strong, vivacious, successful, and beautiful young woman. There is depth to your character, you have a personality that makes you you, who you are. An individual, not some cloned sheep. So no, you aren't pretty or cute. You are so much more."

Renee leaned back in my arms and looked at me, "Poppa, you make me feel special. I like that. Actually, I need that," she said before pulling me to her for a kiss.

We lay together on the chaise, enjoying the closeness until I realised the sun had moved and we were no longer in the shade.

"I'm cooking. If you want to stay out here, I'll have to put my shorts on and move the brolly."

"How private is it out here?"

"Totally. I made sure it would be."

"Good!" She stood up and undid the tie on her dress then pulled the garment over her head. Renee was naked, standing before me in all her beauty. "Come on, Poppa, get those clothes off."

She watched as I stripped, smiling as I removed my boxers to reveal my chubby.

"Fancy a swim?" she asked.

"What a good idea."

There was something spectacular about watching Renee unselfconsciously walk over to the pool. Her taught glutes jiggled nicely with each step, and when she turned back to check I was following, her breasts swayed and bobbled in such a captivating manner that I stopped walking and just stood there admiring her.

She became self-conscious and her cheeks flushed as I gazed at her. She lowered her head while maintaining eye contact, then turned and walked quickly to the gate in the fence surrounding the pool.

We floated on our backs while holding hands, enjoying the coolness of the water on our hot bodies.

"Poppa, I've never had anyone look at me like you did before. There was so much emotion in your eyes it was a bit scary."

"You were simply stunning, Renee. I know I've seen you naked before, but that was with Tiff, and you look different in bed. When you were walking across my lawn so, um, freely, confidently, you took my breath away."

"It was easy to tell you liked the view," she said suddenly standing up and taking hold of my penis. "I'll have to make sure I swallow it all; we don't want to make the pool water dirty."

When her mouth engulfed me, I nearly sank; it's difficult to keep floating while being blown. I don't know if that's the case for every guy, but for me it was anyway. Renee stuck at it like a trooper, but after I went under for the third time, she dragged me to the steps and back to the chaise, pushing me down on my back before kneeling between my legs and taking me in her mouth again.

With one hand caressing my balls, the other pumping my shaft and her mouth and tongue working my knob, in what seemed an embarrassingly short amount of time I was filling her mouth with my cum. I was impressed to note that not a drop was spilled.

I surprised her with a passionate kiss, moving down her body to return the favour, but she stopped me, pulling me back up beside her.

"Can we just cuddle for a minute before I go, Poppa? I didn't realise it was so late."

We lay on the chaise together, gently kissing and caressing each other, my hand seeming to have a mind of its' own as it worked down her body to her perfect little bottom. I had become erect again and was nestled against her well lubricated pussy lips.

"I have to go, Alf," she said between kisses. "God strewth I wish I didn't. We are so doing this again."

"I sure hope so. You have my number, just check first in case I'm out."

I spoke with Renee on Wednesday morning as she walked her daughter to school; she had some appointments to keep that day and the next, and Tiff had me all to herself on Friday. She gave me a peck on the cheek and said she would see me Monday morning.

"It's Fuckathon Friday, Granddaddy," Tiff cried as she tackled me in the hallway. "Did Renee leave anything for me? I want to feel you dribbling from my twat all the way home."

"I'll give it my best shot, Tiffy my dear. Now, do you want a drink and a chat first, at intermission, or at the end?"

"First, I want you to suck my tits, then my clit. I want to cum many times with your face in my cunt. More than once, anyway. Next, I'm going to suck you off and I want you to splurge your spunk down my throat. Then I guess we can talk while you get your breath back. After that, well, I do have some other ideas on what we can do to fill in the time."

"Right. Yes. Absolutely. Straight into it then. Good."

"Why are we still standing here, we're wasting daylight, and these orgasms aren't going to happen by themself."

Tiff was pushing me up the hallway to the bedroom by this stage, so I did the decent thing and started shedding clothes.

"Finally! You're starting to get with the play," she muttered.

"I was going to answer the door naked, but I didn't want anyone else to see."

"Ah yes, very wise, especially so close to a primary school."

We were now both fully undressed and on the bed. She pulled my face to her breasts, saying, "You know what to do, Granddaddy. It's been so long, please look after your little girl, I've missed you so much."

"Hello titty," I said as I tongued her right nipple. "Long time no see."

I had only just begun reacquainting myself with her left boob when she was pushing me down to her pussy saying, "OK, enough of that, time to say hello kitty."

Tiff was insatiable, holding my face to her pussy while she rolled through three strong orgasms. We paused briefly while she gathered her wits and I tried to ease my aching tongue and jaw, both of us re-hydrating with water.

"How's the jaw, Granddad? Can you talk yet?"

"Yeth, jutht," I said with a grin.

"Hmm, OK, maybe we'd better let you rest up longer. In the meantime," she said, getting on her hands and knees, "shove that big boy in me and fuck me hard!"

"Who are you and what have you done with Tiffy?"

"Abstinence is NOT good for the hole, Alf. It's been empty and unloved for too long. Stop talking and fill me full of babies."

"Babies?"

"I'm joking, I'm on the pill, don't worry. Sheesh!"

"Good, I'm too old to become a dad." I grabbed her hips, lined myself up at her entrance, and pulled her towards me as she pushed back into me. As I started pumping in and out, she slid her hand down her front and started jilling her clit.

"Oh yes, I love how you fill me up, Granddaddy. So good. Harder, Alfie, really pound me." She groaned as I placed one hand on her back and pushed her shoulders down, her face turned sideways so she could look back at me.

I watched as her eyes screwed shut and her breathing became ragged, and suddenly she shuddered, her tunnel clamped down on me, and she came, loudly.

"Don't stop," she groaned, still rubbing her clit. "I've another one right there, right ... just about ... oh god ... Yeeeeeessssssssss ... sssooooo gooood."

The way her vagina clamped and spasmed triggered my orgasm and I buried myself as deep as I could possibly get, firing jet after jet of spunk deep inside her. With trembling thighs, I pulled her with me as I rolled onto my side. I was still deep inside her but getting less and less as I softened until with a soft pop I fell out, releasing a flood of our combined fluids.

"Oh, that feels nasty, but proof of a good fuckfest, Granddaddy." She rolled over to face me and gave me a tender kiss. "You're good for me, Alfie, you make me feel desirable again."

"You're very desirable, Tiff. And you make me feel young again, able to do things I'd pretty much given up on."

"And we do it well together, eh." She threw a leg over my hips and pulled me close, and with a lascivious grin said, "Do you like putting your big hard granddaddy cock in your granddaughter's sweet little cunny?"

I groaned. "That sounds so wrong Tiff."

"It does, eh. But I felt a twitch down there, you naughty man. I think maybe you like it; you want to do it again." She put her lips against mine and said, "I think Granddad Alf wants to plunder my pussy and splatter my insides with his sperm."

My cock was getting hard again, sliding up her thigh as it grew, until it was again pressing against her lips. Reaching down I placed it at her entrance and pushed myself back into her.

She looked at me through hooded eyes, a smile on her lips as she pushed her hips against me.

"Oh, no, granddaddy, what are you doing? Please don't deflower me."

I laughed at that. "Deflower you? With all that cum dribbling out of you?"

Tiff growled and gave me the evils.

"I mean, I am going to take my granddaughters cherry and make her my cumslave. You are going to be my sex toy, and I will play with you any time I want."

"No, no, please no," she said with a feigned innocence. "Anything but that, Granddaddy Alf."

"Brace yourself and make me feel good!" I began humping her, but the angle was all wrong, so I flipped her onto her back and plowed back into her again making the headboard bang against the wall in time with my thrusts.

Tiff muttered, "Yes, oh god yes Granddaddy, fuck me, fuck me hard, make me your cumslut. Fuck you feel good in me, so full, oh hell, getting close, oh god, I'm cumming, Alf, I'm cumming." She then called out in her release, no words, just vocalising the pleasure washing through her.

I managed a few more pumps before I was shooting my load inside her, roaring out as I came almost painfully, making me shudder and shake before collapsing on her.

Tiff's prodding me brought me back to awareness, and I rolled off her to collapse on my back. She looked at me, her body covered in a sheen of sweat, hair messy, face flushed, and a satisfied smile. "I'm fucked, Alf. I don't think I can move, but I really need to pee."

"Don't look at me for help. I can't feel my legs."

"Oh god. I'm going to have to figure out how to get to the loo before I burst. Why don't you have a man servant who could bring me a bedpan or carry me to the bathroom?"

"Sorry. How thoughtless of me."

"Right. OK, let's do this. I think we may need to help each other. If you help me to the loo, I'll let you watch while I pee," she said with a smirk.

"Come on, then. I really don't want a puddle in my bed."

"Too late for that, Alfie. We've made a spectacular wet spot."

"I actually feel quite happy about that. We did put a lot of effort into making it, I'd be a bit miffed if it was just a drop or two."

"It's a shit ton more than that, Alfie. Definitely one to be proud of. Should probably be in the Guinness Book of World Records." She suddenly clamped her legs together. "Woah. That was close. Gotta go. Come on, give a girl a helping hand."