Chapter 3
Again, Laryssa is uncommunicative at the breakfast table. Is it tiredness? Or is she just not a 'morning person'? But, just as happened yesterday, when it is time for Mrs Collins to arrive, Laryssa gives me a big, big hug and tells me that she can't wait for school to finish so that she can be with me. My day is spent tidying the house, walking the dog, and shopping for and preparing our evening meal. When I am straightening Laryssa's bedroom I pick up her pyjama bottoms and deeply inhale her heady female scent. Then, with trembling fingers I fold the garment neatly away, only just resisting the urge to wrap the cloth around my cock and masturbate into it.
As the time for Laryssa to arrive home draws near I am like a cat on hot bricks. And when she finally bursts in at a run and jumps up into my arms to greet me I am simultaneously filled with joy and filled with dread that tonight I may be tempted beyond my ability to resist. For some incredible, unfathomable reason, this fresh almost-woman and I have developed a mutual, powerful sexual attraction. I know why I have begun such feelings for her; it is her youth and freshness, and innocence mixed with intriguing awareness. And then there is her physical beauty. But, what does Laryssa see in me? To most adults I am just late middle aged, but to her eyes, I must seem incredibly ancient!
We have our meal early. My daughter Fran has established a routine that I am told not to break. She knows that left to my own devices we would not eat until nearly 8.00pm. It is an almost surreal time; a mixture of youthful conversation about school friends and events and intimate adult interaction, gazing deeply into each other's eyes and offering choice titbits from our plates. Normally, I would have a glass of beer or wine with my food, but tonight I stay utterly sober. After we have eaten, I send Laryssa off to her room to do her homework while I clear the dinner things away. At first she is a bit mumpy, but then realises that we have to do the right thing to please her mother, and her school.
I am sat on the sofa idly watching TV when Laryssa rejoins me. I have no interest in the programme. Nothing at all could distract my interest from her! She is not wearing her glasses and her violet eyes have a huge, unfocussed look to them. She climbs over the back of the sofa and then into my lap, leaning her back against my chest and with her legs spread each side of my thighs. My breath catches in my throat. All she has on is a pale blue sleeveless vest with white lace trim, with no bra underneath, and a matching pair of panties.
"What are you watching, Grandpa?" she asks me, wriggling her luscious little bottom against my rapidly growing erection.
I reach for the remote control and hit the 'Off' button. "Nothing important, Pumpkin, especially now you're here," I answer, nuzzling a kiss into the crook of her neck. Laryssa smells very exotic. I think she has stolen some of her mother's perfume! For an instant I think to ask her why she is dressed, or rather undressed this way, but then remember that it's not a great idea to ask any female about such things, especially a grown 18-year-old like her! Instead, I take a deep breath and admire the slender, entrancing body laid out so invitingly in my lap. My eyes are drawn irresistibly to the protruding mounds of her titties. The vest is quite tight and it shows off her distended nipples to perfection. My eyes feast on her chest then swoop down to the fork of her spread thighs where the fabric of her panties so delightfully outlines the plump, pouting curves of her mound and vaginal crease. My cock reaches full hardness beneath her. Surely Laryssa must be able to feel it?
My Granddaughter takes hold of both of my hands and places them on her midriff. She holds them there for a few moments...to make sure I don't remove them? And then she takes her own hands away. As she does so, she writhes her ass-crack against my hard shaft again. Yes, she can feel it all right!
"Have you got that funny feeling in your tummy again?" I whisper hoarsely.
Laryssa nods her head and murmurs faintly, "Yes, but it feels sharper tonight...I like it though..."
Thus encouraged I slip the fingers of both my hands beneath the edge of her vest and caress slowly up Laryssa's chest until I find swelling curves and nipples that harden instantly at my touch. I gently tweak stroke her lovely teats and feel them swell even more. Laryssa is breathing hard. Her eyes are closed. Her tip of her tongue protrudes slightly between her lips. She is making minute fucking motions with her pelvis, rubbing her ass-crack on my cock.
I whisper in her ear, "Naughty Grandpa wants to touch your cunt...is that ok?"
She doesn't answer me, so I take her lack of response as a 'yes'"
My fingers trail down Laryssa's warm body again. When I reach the top edge of her panties her hands appear and push them down for me at the front. Her plump mound is revealed, with its crown of soft, fine crinkled hairs leading the way to the inviting cleft at its centre. I slip one index finger each side below the fabric into the warm joins between inner thighs and swelling pubis. Her hand appears in between mine. Her fingers delve into her slit. I join her with the fingers of one hand while I hold her legs apart with the other.
Together, we plunder her slippery wetness. Laryssa slides a slim index finger into her hole while I find and caress gently her little clit. She moans under her breath and shakes like a leaf, clenching her buttocks rhythmically on my stiff shaft. If we keep this up much longer, she will cum soon...I will cum soon!
We are both poised on the brink with nerves screaming in anticipation of release. Laryssa is holding her breath and realise that I am doing exactly the same. The anguished silence stretches almost to breaking point.
Suddenly, Laryssa laughs and says, 'Look at Boney, Grandpa, doesn't he look silly?"
Startled out of my lustful reverie, I stare at the dog. The fucking animal is sat on the floor on its haunches in front of us, his tongue lolling out of the corner of his mouth and his tail wagging like crazy! Aghast at the thought that the little shit might try to join in, I hurriedly shift the protesting Laryssa out of my lap and pick Boney up. He wriggles and snarls, and tries to bite me as I carry him to the French doors to throw him out into the garden to cool off. As I am shutting the door, he spins quickly and tries to dive back inside, but I catch him with my foot under his belly and 'kick' him to the far side of the patio.
Laryssa still has her hand in her panties when I turn back to her. Her face is very flushed. "Grandpa...do you like playing at doggies?"
My heart starts crashing harder in my chest. I know very well what Laryssa means, but I have to go along with the charade, "What's that, honey?"
"Like this..." She gets off the sofa and onto the floor on her hands and knees, 'wagging her tail' in my direction.
I drop to my knees beside her. My legs are trembling so violently; I shall fall over anyway! I wait close to her flank. My unspoken 'what now' lets Laryssa know that she is in charge. It is up to her to let me know how far she wants this thing to go.
She pushes her shoulder against mine and asks, "Truly, haven't you ever played doggies like this before?"
I answered her truthfully, "No, not ever...have you?"
"Only with Sophie, and our friend Corinne."
If it is at all possible, my cock surges to an additional level of hardness at the thought of the three young women and what they got up to. "How do you play?" I ask her breathlessly.
"Well, first of all, we pretend we're just meeting in the street...you've seen how dogs do that haven't you?"
Jeepers! They smell at each other's private parts!
"But, we've got a problem, Grandpa..."
"What's that?"
"I've never seen a doggie with trousers on before."
I don't need any further prompting. With trembling fingers I undo the clasp at my waist and lower my zip. I push my chinos down and kick them off. My cock sticks out below me like a thick iron bar, still inside my boxers.
Laryssa smiles at me brilliantly, "That's a lot better!" Then she bangs her hip against mine.
Time to start the game!
I move around in front of my granddaughter so that we are nose to nose. If I had a tail, it would be wagging furiously now! Boney is throwing himself against the glass door in a frenzy to get back indoors!
We circle each other. Every time I get near to Laryssa's snatch she shies just like a real bitch on heat would. Then she stops still and, shaking with anticipation allows me to approach her. Her panties are soaking wet and almost transparent. As I move in to scent her, I feel her duck her head below my belly to sniff at my crotch. I know that the front of my boxers is stained wet with my flowing pre-cum and she will be able to smell it.
The instant I get up close and the tip of my nose touches her engorged pussy lips though her panties, Laryssa skitters away across the room and kneels face on to me. She is panting, flush-faced, and the nipples on her deliciously dangling breasts point hard through the material of her vest.
I clear my throat and suggest to her; "I've never seen dogs with underwear on before have you?"
She hisses, "Oooooh! That's so wicked Grandpa! And that's just what Sophie said just before she pulled my panties down the first time!"
A kaleidoscope of visions of their lush teenage bodies spins in my mind as I half-listen to my granddaughter saying, "And then she pulled Corinne's down as well. And then Corinne and I pinned Sophie down and stripped all her clothes off."
Laryssa crawls across the carpet to me and nuzzles her lips against my ear, "After that Corinne and I took our tops and bras off as well. Would you like to know what Sophie did next, Grandpa?"
I am so sexually excited, I can only just get the "Yes!" out.
"Well, she got in behind me and smelled at my bare kitty...and then she licked it! Oooooh! It felt soooo groovy! I 'wagged my tail' and stuck my bottom high in the air and she licked my kitty again, this time for much longer. Corinne really freaked out, but I felt like I was melting inside!
"Then she got up on my back like Boney tried to do with Mommy one day and she pushed her kitty against my bottom while she held me by the waist...here, like this..."
Before I can stop her, Laryssa scuttles around behind me and mounts me from the rear, thrusting her pelvis rapidly against my backside. She has nothing to penetrate me with; nevertheless, my teenage granddaughter is 'fucking' me!
"Is that nice Grandpa?" she pants.
It is the most incredibly weird sensation in the world. Is it nice? Deep down, I am not sure. Is it erotic? You bet it is!
Laryssa gets off me and nuzzles up beside me again. She has a wild, excited gleam in her eyes.
"We play doggies all the time with no clothes on. Corinne found out she likes her kitty being licked after Sophie held her while I did it to her. Sophie loves it, of course. Now we take turns at being the girl dog. And, because we don't have willies, when we get on top we use our fingers instead.
"At the slumber party the other night, we sneaked to Sophie's room when all the others were asleep in the lounge. Afterwards, Sophie was wondering what it would be like if we had a real 'doggie' there..."
Laryssa winds up close to me seductively with a faint smile on her lips; "I almost told her that I've got a great big, hairy, softy one at home, but I changed my mind."
