In Part 1, Grandpa made a move on his 18 year old granddaughter, Lindsey. While Lindsey is not nearly as physically enticing as his other granddaughter, he quickly developed an intense lust for her, which then took some baby steps toward fruition.
Now Lindsey tries to overcome her fears, and Grandpa Ed wants to help.
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Chapter One: See.
I swollowed hard as Lindsey lifted the little yellow nightie, exposing first her long and impossibly skinny legs, ghostly pale except for the sprinkling of freckles on her thighs.
Then the nightie went up higher, with Lindsey clutching it tightly as she held it up to her waist. Her flaming, burnt orange bush was every bit as full and thick as I had figured it to be, the wide triangle fanning out beyond her delta and growing slightly on the insides of her thighs.
"Is it hairy enough for you, Grandpa?" Lindsey asked timidly, looking hopefully to me for approval.
"It's beautiful, Lindsey," I told her while I inched my butt onto the edge of the bed. "Come closer, dear. Let Grandpa get a good look."
Lindsey took the two steps to reach my bedside, and she was now so close I could smell her pussy. The thick, musky odor filled my head and drove me a little crazy.
"Everybody says I'm too hairy down there."
"Who does, honey?" I asked, wanting to reach my hand out to touch her but not wanting to scare the jittery girl.
"Brad," Lindsey said while making a face, referring to her boyfriend, a kid that I was developing an intense dislike for despite never having met him. "And Mom too. She made me shave the hairs that were sticking out from the sides of my bathing suit."
"Yes, I see," I said, noting the faint stubble visible outside of the untrimmed triangle. "Can I touch you?"
Lindsey nodded, and so I slowly reached over and touched her bush. The hair was as wiry as the rest of her hair was; so much so that it made my hand spring back a little as I probed the dense growth.
"Beautiful," I concluded.
"Mom says I got being hairy from her, because she's hairy too," Lindsey replied. "But you know that, I guess."
"How would I know that?" I asked.
"Well, didn't you and her - you know?"
"No!" I said with a little indignation, before realizing that I had no right to act offended. When you start playing around with your granddaughter, you lose all rights to take the moral high ground.
"Oh, I figured..."
"No, honey. Besides, you're so much attractive than she was at your age," I said, wanting badly to change the subject. "Oh my, I can feel how wet you are. Were you playing with yourself before you came in to see me?"
Lindsey nodded as I slid my hand up and down between her legs, feeling her rather prominent labia through the fur, and reveling in the wetness that surrounded her opening.
"It feels nicer when you do it, Grandpa," Lindsey said. "That really made me horny when I jerked you off. Your cock is so incredible. I couldn't believe how big you are. I love that vein that goes all the way down the shaft. Do you want to - you know? Fuck me?"
"No, Lindsey," I said while bristling at the word coming from her lips. "Not tonight. Grandpa's worn out from the fun we had before."
Two hand jobs in less than two hours had taken the starch out of me, and although my cock was twitching, I knew I couldn't get it up again so fast no matter how excited I was. The look on Lindsey's face was a mixture of disappointment and relief.
"Here honey," I said, sticking my right leg out. "Sit on my leg - that's it."
Lindsey straddled my bare leg, easing her pussy down onto my thigh. The coarse hairs pricked my leg as I felt the wetness seep out of her.
"Why don't you take that cute nightie off for me," I suggested to Lindsey, who still held the bottom of the garment in her clenched hands. "Let me get a good look at you."
Lindsey did as I asked, lifting the nightie up over her head, exposing her pale and freckled body in its entirety. Her titties were right next to my face, so I leaned forward and took the plump aureola in my mouth while I reached over and began squeezing the other spongy cone.
"Do like this," I instructed Lindsey, having her move her body on my leg so that in effect she was humping my thigh. Lindsey caught on quickly, and was soon vigorously moving her pussy back and forth on my leg.
A dreamy look covered her face as she did this, and I stopped her when she started to take her glasses off.
"Leave those on for me, will you honey?" I asked, having grown fond of the way she looked in them. "Raise your arms up, dear. Put your hands behind your head so I can see all of you. I'll hang on to you so you won't fall."
Lindsey complied, and as I went back to sucking on her tits, I was afforded a close-up view of the tufts of hair that filled the cavernous hollows of her armpits. Certainly nothing like the little patch of hairs Molly had under her arms, and as I watched a trickle of sweat run from the thick jungle, I couldn't decide whether Lindsey would look better with or without the fur.
Lindsey started to hump my leg harder and faster when my mouth slid over from her tit to her armpit, and she really started to grind into me when my tongue went to work under her arm. Whimpering and gasping, she wiggled as my hands held her fully visible rib cage, allowing me to lick and chew on her sensitive underarms, and I didn't stop until I sensed she was nearing an orgasm.
"Here Lindsey," I said as I lifted her off of my leg and eased her onto the bed, the dazed look on her face looking just as erotic as the way she was reeling around. "Let Grandpa make you really happy."
With that, I parted her skinny thighs and lowered my face into the burnt orange triangle that guarded her womanhood. The fur felt coarse against my cheeks as I dipped my tongue into her steamy opening.
Bringing my arms around her hips and holding her close, I began lapping her pussy like a starving puppy. My tongue found her clitoris and I began flicking at it relentlessly. Lindsey began squealing and wiggling around on the bed, legs flailing around in the air while she tore at the bedding with her hands.
