It had been a long time since Tabby had spent any time at Grandpa’s place. She was 19 and had just had a year at College. Her parents had not been impressed with her behavior or her new College friends so they had packed her off to the country to spend the summer with her Grandpa.
The old man had always doted on his Granddaughter and had willingly accepted their request. He knew she would be useful around the farm. Now that he was over 70 he needed all the help he could get. The boy from the neighbouring farm helped out, and he leased most of the land now, but there were still a few acres that needed his attention.
She arrived on a really hot day by bus, getting off at the small village store that marked one of the few businesses in the district. Her long dark hair was done up in a fancy French plat, she wore a light cotton dress; yellow with small white dots and slender straps holding the bodice tight over her firm but mall breasts. Grandpa sighed as she hugged him.
They drove home to the farm with her talking away, telling him all about home, family and what she had been up to. Only she left out the bits that she thought he wouldn’t like the reason that she had been sent to his farm for the summer.
Tabby wasn’t use to hard work and Grandpa was too soft to force her to do anything. For the first few days Tabby got up late and then sat around enjoying the country air. She would walk down to the little stream behind the house or lounge about on the porch. When she saw Grandpa coming she would scuttle inside to make him lunch or dinner. In the evenings she would sit around and watch TV with him before heading to bed.
What didn’t pass unnoticed was the way in which Grandpa looked at her. He seemed to be admiring this fresh, young teenage body. Her skimpy tops, short skirts and sweet smell had turned the old man on. He found it more and more difficult to keep his feelings of lust under control. As it was Tabby could see how he acted around her; kind of nervous and embarrassed. This drove her on to tease her Grandpa just a little.
Towards the end of that first week Tabby woke up to hear voices in the yard. She rubbed her eyes and slipped out of bed. The voices drifted in her open window. Below her room, in the yard between the house and the barn stood Grandpa with a young man. The young man was big and strong with a good tan. Tabby couldn’t hear what they were saying, but viewing this muscular young figure was enough for this sex-starved girl.
Quietly she crawled back up on her bed and closed her eyes. The voices faded into the background as her mind drifted. She imagined walking into the barn wearing her peasant blouse, the one that was held together at the front by a cris-cross of laces, the bodice of fine cotton and lace, and her short denim skirt. There he was, standing inside forking hay.
There was no speech in this fantasy, just action. The big muscular lad turned toward her, a serene smile on his face as he saw her approach. She held out her arms for him, he stepped forward, leaning the fork against the stall as he accepted her into his arms. She could feel his big bulky body against hers, smell his sweet sweat and feel the gentle kisses he rained down on her cheeks and neck.
Wetness started to leach into her panties as he held her tightly. Their lips met and their mouths opened as the kiss lingered. He held her around the waist and cupped her head in his hands. The kiss went on and on. Then her dream skipped a beat. Somehow she was naked, still in the barn, but lying back in the soft hay, feeling its roughness against her pale white skin. He was standing over her, his naked body shimmering in the sunlight coming through the barn door. His cock was huge as he gently stroked it.
“Ohhh…” she groaned as he knelt between her legs. He smiled at her sensually and dipped his head down. His tongue slowly dragged along her sensitive slit, flicking her clit. His lips kissed her vagina; his tongue played with her clit. She groaned again. Up and down her soft puffy pussy lips he stroked her with a finger as he continued to lick and suck at her pussy.
Then he sat up, looking at her, smiling. Instinctively she reached down to his hard cock, tugging it, making him move forward. He moved over the top of her naked body, covering her completely. She guided his cock toward her pussy, parting her legs wider and wider.
“Ohhh…ohhh…” she groaned again. Then he was in. His head slowly inching its way into her, not rushing. He halted and admired one of her breasts, touching it, feeling it. A little more. He was so big and hard. More cock pushed up into her. Tabby groaned a little more. It was in. He started to push in and out of her pussy. Her pussy was so wet and hot; his cock was so good. In and out he pumped. His rhythm got quicker and harder until his butt was rising and falling lifting the cock almost right out of her hot pussy. It seemed to be slamming into her now, harder and harder. Then he held her by the shoulders and pushed himself deep within her. Spurt after spurt of hot cum splashed into her.
Sweat covered their bodies as he rested, his cock still deep in her.
“You haven’t cum yet?” He half asked, half stated.
“No.” Tabby listened to his quiet concerned voice.
“Then I must continue,” he sighed and brushed her long dark hair back.
Bowing his head he caressed one of her nipples in his mouth, kissing it and playing with it. Then he resumed his pumping. Not as vigorous this time. But it was all for her. He manipulated the speed and tempo to her mood. Soon she was bucking and humping back at him as her orgasm flowed over her body.
“Tabby! Tabby! You up yet.” It was Grandpa’s voice at the bottom of the stairs. Tabby’s eyes flew open. Hastily she pulled down the hem of the little lace nightie, after pulling two fingers from her moist pussy.
“Um, um, just Grandpa,” she called back leaping from the bed, her flushed face a dead give away.
“If you hurry you can come to the store with me,” the old man called out.
“Just a minute. I’ll be right down.” She hurriedly pulled on a pink lace thong and bra that were lying on a nearby chair. A little light blue tank top that clung to her curves was pulled over her head and a short micro mini black skirt pulled up. She slipped her feet into her trainers and grabbed her bag and hairbrush. “Coming Grandpa.”
At the bottom of the stairs Grandpa took off his hat as Tabby scooted past. He couldn’t help noticing the way her nipples stood out on those pert little breasts. He could feel his cock stir again. Was that pussy juice he could smell in the air?
As they drove into town Tabby asked Grandpa who the young lad had been. He told her that it was Joe. He was the neighbours son and he did some work for Grandpa from time to time. Grandpa also said that there wasn’t going to be anyone at home at Joe’s place so he had invited Joe over for dinner that night. Hence the trip to the store to get some extra food.
Tabby grinned to herself. What could be better than that gorgeous hunk coming for dinner, and no one at home at his house. She began to scheme. Maybe she would get a chance to taste that big cock he had waiting for her.
Grandpa was sure that it was pussy juice he could smell on her. What had that girl been up to. His mind wandered and he felt his cock stir again. How he would love to slip his hard cock into a young 19-year-old pussy.
They didn’t talk much on the way home, both consumed with their own thoughts. Before they had arrived at the store Tabby had agreed to cook the meal and would make it special for Joe to thank him for helping Grandpa. Grandpa was pleased, he could cook the basics but nothing fancy.
Back at the farm Grandpa helped Tabby in with the groceries. She quickly got on with the business of preparing a fine meal. Just a main and desert, but a little special. She wanted plenty of time to get herself ready for this visit.
Knowing that his grand-daughter would be busy in the kitchen all afternoon Grandpa told her he was going to take a little nap. Up in the master bedroom the old man took out his stash of magazines. One told a story of an older man taking a young girl at a wedding party.
‘As she walked up the stairs she met him at the top.
“Where is the bathroom?” She asked in all innocence.
“You are on the wrong floor dear,” her grandfather said.’ Grandpa altered the story in his mind as he read, inserting the word grandfather.
‘“But its alright there is one through here, let me show you.”
Debbie followed her grandfather into the master bedroom. He guided her to the ensuite and closed the door after she had gone in. A few minutes later she re-emerged, straightening the tight fitting velvet and satin dress.’
