This is the 7th installment of the sexual relationship that evolved between 61 year old Ed and his darling little 18 year old granddaughter Molly. If such a theme offends you, please do not read any further.
Molly's friend Angie, a fellow 18 year old who shared none of Molly's traits either physically or socially, had come to visit for a couple of days. The first night she managed to arouse and satisfy Ed in ways he had only thought about previously.
Now it's Tuesday night. Bingo night. Grandma Ethel's favorite night of the week, which had become Grandpa Ed's favorite as well, for entirely different reasons. The night would change everyone's life, in a variety of ways.
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Chapter 1. She's gone!
The moment had finally come, as Ethel closed the door behind her and waddled out to the car. I nervously walked to the kitchen to get a drink, and saw Molly peeking out the blinds as the car engine started.
"Excited Grandpa Ed?" Molly asked as I put my hand on her soft and smooth shoulder.
"Very much so honey," I answered, kissing the top of her head.
"I have to tell you something Grandpa," Molly said. "But first I want to ask you something. The stuff that I'm going to do with Angie - does that bother you? Do you think I'm being gross or anything like that?"
"No honey," I said while Ethel backed out of the driveway and my heart raced faster. "You're a beautiful woman, and I think that it's wonderful that you are able to enjoy girls as much as you do boys. It's much safer that way too."
"I'm glad you said that," Molly said. "Because I would die if you thought I was a pig or something."
"I told you that you're very special last night, and I meant it."
"I know, I just like to hear it I guess," Molly said softly.
"Now what was it you wanted to tell me?"
"Remember when we first started messin' around, and I told you about all the boys I did it with and junk like that?" Molly asked me.
"Of course I remember," I assured Molly. "That never bothered me either, if that's what you're concerned about."
"No, that's not it," Molly said. "I lied about it."
"About what, honey?"
"Almost everything," Molly said with fear in her eyes. "I've been with boys - you know, like sucked their dicks and jerked them off and stuff, but I never... did it with any of them."
"You were a virgin?" I gasped incredulously.
"Yes, I lied about doing it with other boys so you wouldn't feel weird about us being together," Molly said. "I always tell Angie those stories so she doesn't think I'm square or anything, but I never did it with any boy before you. I was saving myself for someone special."
"Oh Molly, my baby," I said as I hugged her tightly and my voice choked up.
"Are you mad at me for lying?" Molly asked.
"No Molly, of course not," I assured her. "I could never be mad at you. You've made me come alive since you arrived. Before you came, I was a dead man walking, with no reason for existing. A hollow shell of a man. Now I love life, and even though what we do is wrong, I can't help it. That's how much I love you."
We hugged and kissed for a long time before finally breaking apart, and Molly wiped the tears from her cheeks with the backs of her hands.
"I feel better now Grandpa Ed," Molly said. "We're gonna have a good time, and I'm gonna make you really happy."
"I'll bet you will," I told her as we headed upstairs, and the sound of the shower running meant that we weren't keeping Angie waiting.
"Didn't mean to be a baby downstairs," Molly said. "Guess I'm just insecure, and I know that I'm not much to look at compared to Angie. Hard to believe I'm a month older than her, huh Grandpa? Did you like her boobies? Aren't they something?"
"Yes, she's very shapely," I said. "Remember what I told you last night."
"I know, but she's so well developed - like she's a real woman," Molly said. "Me, I'm just a..."
"Real woman too," I said in finishing her sentence for her. "You're every bit the woman she is, and even more so to me, Molly. Don't be put off over superficial things. Always remember that I'd walk through a herd of Angies to get to you."
Chapter 2. Angie's out of the shower.
A minute after the shower turned off we heard the bathroom door open and Angie padded down the hall and into Molly's bedroom where Molly and I were sitting.
"Thought you two would be naked already," Angie said as she stood in the doorway stark naked and dripping wet, holding a towel in her hand and smiling.
Angie in broad daylight was even more impressive a sight that she had been the night before. Those huge breasts seemed larger than ever, completely commanding your attention, large crimson aureolas capped with thick stubby nipples that were already taut.
"Would you like it if I dried off Angie?" Molly asked me, and I nodded silent agreement as Molly took the towel from Angie and began drying her back.
Angie smiled at me and ran her hands through her short jet black hair, glistening and wet and even more black than seemed possible. Those skinny arms with the tattoed biceps raised high, as if to showcase her brazen animal-like sexuality, and to signal that all was there for the taking.
Molly giggled as she rubbed the towel under Angie's arms, drying and fluffing up the thick tufts of hair that filled the deep crevices with a denseness and a volume which seemed impossible for a woman, or man.
"Angie's got real hairy armpits, doesn't she Grandpa Ed?" Molly said. "Want my Grandpa to shave yours Angie?"
"No, I like mine the way they are," Angie said. "What do you think Grandpa?"
I nodded and swallowed with difficulty, my erection now throbbing in my pants.
"Grandpa shaved mine a couple of times, and it was a lot of fun, wasn't it Grandpa Ed?" Molly declared. "Now I'm letting mine grow again, see Ang?"
"Alright, you go girl!" Angie cackled as Molly lifted her own arms to show her friend the little wisps of fur barely visible even after a few weeks.
Molly went back to drying Angie, working on her breasts with the towel. Angie lifted the huge torpedo-like boobs to allow Molly to dry underneath them, before Molly brought the towel down and rubbed it through the thick mat of hair that surrounded her pussy.
"Mmmm - that's it babe. That's nice," Angie said as she spread her thighs apart. "Let me get your clothes off now."
Molly raised her arms to allow Angie to pull her blouse over her head, and now Molly was naked to the waist. Angie was a couple of inches taller than Molly, and when they hugged, Angie's massive tits crushed against Molly's little buds.
I had to turn away, because I thought I was about to cum just from watching, and fought back the urge with all my might.
"What's the matter Grandpa?" Molly asked as she looked over at me.
"Nothing honey," I choked out. "You two look very nice together."
"Grandpa wants to get naked too," Angie said as she pulled off Molly's panties, leaving me the only one with a stitch of clothing on. "Let's make him feel comfortable too, okay Molly?"
I stood up as the two girls came over to me, and Angie began unbuttoning my shirt while Molly reached up and kissed my neck. The shirt came off and Angie ran her hands through the thisck coating of grey hair that covered my chest, tweaking the nipples roughly. Molly seemed to be watching Angie and mimicking her actions, so now they were both sucking on my nipples.
"Oooooh!" I moaned reflexively as they bit and and chewed on my nubs, and then a shiver ran all through my body as Angie chewed her way up my shoulder and neck, and even lifted my arm to nibble my armpit, with Molly parroting her actions and my knees almost ready to give out.
Angie dropped to her knees and unbuckled my belt, and my pants fell to the floor, leaving me with my boxers and socks.
"Look at what we did to Grandpa, Molly," Angie said, running her hand over the bulge in my shorts. Shorts that had a massive stain that covered the whole front of them, or so it seemed. "Grandpa looks like he popped a load in his drawers already."
With Molly on one hip and Angie on the other, the snap on my boxers came undone, and the shorts were worked down. My cock came free and sprang around wildly, the vein that ran down the center of the shaft never more prominent, the crown beet red and taut.
"Omigod!" I groaned as I looked down and saw Molly and Angie began licking the sides of the shaft, starting from the shaved base and running along the length of it to the ridge of the crown, before sliding back down to the base.
Again and again they repeated the slow licking, and my cock was jumping and twitching with each slide of their tongues. I put my hands to the tops of their heads, running my hands through their hair as I watched this fantasy come true.
"Look at the cum ooze out of your Grandpa's cock," Angie said. "Let's clean it up."
With that their tongues slid along the crown and met at the tip. I watched as the two girls dabbed and licked at the tender opening of my cock, while dueling with each other's tongues at the same time.
Stringy ropes of cum were stretched off and lapped up by the girls, and more kept oozing out to replace it. Angie's hand went to my balls, milking and kneading the sack as if to coax more out, or to make me cum altogether.
Cum. I wanted to cum, but I also wanted to hold off on that as long as I could, because there were so many things I wanted to do. So many places I wanted to cum. The vein that ran down the top of my shaft seemed to be throbbing as the tongues ran along each side of it.
I grabbed the two teens by the hair and gave a gentle upward tug, and they responded by getting up.
"Can't decide what to do first, can you Grandpa?" Angie said as if reading my mind. "I wnat to watch you fuck Molly with that big thing, and I want you to fuck me too. Molly wants to tell you something too, I think. Unless she's chickened out."
"I haven't chickened out," Molly said defiantly, and then looked over at me with those soft doe-like eyes. "I want you to put your dick in my bottom tonight."
