About a week after I'd allowed myself to be seduced by my granddaughter, Kelly, I got another call from my son-in-law, Chris, asking me to come round and look after the two kids just for one night. I had been feeling a sense of guilt over what I had done, so I replied that I'd need some time to think it over, using a fictitious prior arrangement as an excuse. Later that evening, my wife answered another telephone call and asked for me to come to the phone in the hallway. She gave me a wry smile and told me it was Kelly asking for her Grandpa. My wife handed me the receiver and sarcastically commented on how I must have made a good impression with 'that young lady'.
I accepted the call a little nervously. I said hello, and waited for my granddaughter to say something.
'Hi Grandpa,' she began in a whispered voice. 'Dad said you told him that you didn't know if you could come look after Tom and me next week.'
I made the same excuse that I had made to my son-in-law earlier. Kelly continued:
'I'd be really, really disappointed if you couldn't make it. Especially after the nice time we had last time. I was really hoping we could do the same again.'
I must admit that I was pleasantly surprised by my granddaughter's eagerness, and already felt myself hardening at the prospect of fucking her again. As I pondered over the situation, Kelly's promises of what was on offer finally convinced me.
'Tell your dad that I've cancelled my previous arrangements and I'll see you all next Saturday.'
Kelly put the phone down, having first told me that she was getting excited already.
I went back into the living room and told my wife how I had reluctantly been talked into house and kid sitting again. She called me an old softie and said I loved the attention really. She didn't know how right she was.
Suffice it to say, that my visit was every bit as good as that first time. Having only one night to 'do the business' with my granddaughter, I had decided to administer to my young grandson, Tom, half a sleeping pill crushed up in a glass of milk. He was out cold from six in the evening and didn't awaken until ten o'clock the next morning. This gave me all that time to fuck my granddaughter every which way, and to make as much noise as we wanted. She was a keen and horny young thing, and this spurred me on to heights of virility I had never before experienced.
My daughter and son-in-law were so impressed at how their kids enjoyed having me over, that the arrangement became a once monthly affair. This went on for about six months. I'd go round in the afternoon, see off the adults, play with Tom until it was time for dinner, then drug him so that his sister and I could fuck all night.
I had carried my granddaughter into my bedroom after giving her a good licking out in front of the fire downstairs. It was just after I had creamed over Kelly's small breasts that I first asked her something that had been going around in my mind for some time.
'Kelly, how would you like it if Grandpa brought a friend of his over next time?'
'Another girl like me?, she asked.
'No,' I replied. 'Another man. How would you like it if two of us could do this to you?
As I rubbed my juices into her body, she looked up at me with her big, round, doe like eyes and said in a voice so quiet that I had to strain to hear her;
'OK'
As I drove home the next day, I was more excited than I had ever been. To fuck your own granddaughter is one thing, but the thought of watching her being used by another man was giving me such a hardon that I had to stop at a service station and have a wank in a toilet stall.
I had made Kelly the offer without really knowing who the other man might be. I mean, it's not everybody who would be willing to participate in such actions. As I racked my brain for a suitable candidate, a name from the past suddenly popped into memory. A guy I had grown up with, whom I'll simply call John Smith, had recently moved back into the neighbourhood. When we were much younger, there was no sexual act that we wouldn't consider. We often shared partner's, swapped sister's, got involved in threesomes, so I knew he was into the kind of thing I was thinking of. Furthermore, I knew him to be a man who could keep his mouth shut and not go bragging about it in the pool halls and bars.
The next day, when my wife was out, I gave my old, long lost friend a call, and he accepted my offer of a few drinks that evening. We went to a quiet bar and found two seats in a booth at the rear. We had quite a few beers, caught up with each other's news, reminisced some. When I thought the time was right, and whilst we were on the subject of our previous sexual conquests, I put the offer to him. I thought he might have been shocked, but I should have known better. He asked only one question:
'Is this granddaughter of yours willing or unwilling?'
'She's very willing,' I began. 'But would it make any difference to you if she wasn't?'
My friend gave me a steely glare, and then he just shook his head from side to side. I knew I'd picked the right man. I gave him my granddaughter's address, and arranged the date and time that I wanted him to be there. Finally, before leaving, I told him he'd have to wear a condom. I didn't want Kelly getting pregnant by him, and I was alright as I'd had the snip years ago. John said he'd be sure to bring plenty.
The intervening weeks passed slowly. I was permanently horny at the thought of what was to come. My wife thought I'd been at the monkey glands as I forced myself upon her each and every night.
Eventually, the day arrived. I packed some overnight clothes, that I knew I wouldn't be wearing, and set off to my daughter's place. I was greeted, as usual, by a playful grandson, who jumped straight up onto my back to play cowboys. Then a frisky granddaughter, who was careful to remove her hands from my waist before her parents came out to meet me.
At around two o'clock, Ruth and Chris set off in the car and promised they'd ring at about seven to make sure everything was OK. The rest of the afternoon was spent in trying to wear out Tom's energy so that the sleeping pill would have even more of an effect.
At six thirty, after we had all eaten, I carried my heavily knocked out grandson to his bed. I dressed him in his pyjamas, and made sure he was fast asleep, before closing the door firmly behind me.
I entered the living room and saw that Kelly had also put on her pyjamas. I was just about to go and give her a feel when the doorbell rang. He was bang on time, and obviously as keen and horny as I to get his hands on my granddaughter. I opened the door and ushered him in quickly. No point in letting the neighbours see too much. We exchanged a look but no words. I took his coat and showed him into the living room. I watched his eyes as he first set his gaze upon Kelly. I could tell that he was sexually excited by her. As the two of them stood silently looking at each other, I spoke to my granddaughter.
'Kelly, this is my friend, Mr Smith. Remember I told you he'd be joining us tonight. Why don't you come over and say hello to him?'.