Sam 2

Chapter 2 Once we got into the shower she started exploring my, re-hardening, cock. Her small hand barely wrapped around it. She soaped it up and started stroking it. The more she stroked it hard it seem to get. While she was stroking me I washed her pussy with light even strokes. She started moaning. “Can I taste it?” she asked After I rinsed the soap off she knelt down and started to suck on the tip. “Where did you learn to do that?” I asked with a moan “From Mary Jane Carmichael,” she replied as she continued to lick and suck me like a seasoned cock sucker. “Mary Jane, from your ballet class?” I was very familiar with Mary Jane Carmichael. She made me get hard almost as often as Sam. Mary Jane is a 14 year old cock tease. She was 5 foot 7 inches and has a dancer’s body. She had small breast that barely made a ripple in her tutu. She has raven black hair that is cut so that it makes a small pony tail in the back. I decided to leave that subject for another time. I was enjoying my granddaughter’s sweet mouth. I lifted her face with reluctance. “I think you better stop that for now if you want me to cum in you again.” She smiled and we got rinsed off. I toweled her dry leaving her hair slightly damp. It made her look 12 years old again. I wanted to see that image when I drove my cock into her once again. I led her into my bedroom. Her skin was so white. I laid her on the bed. “This time it is for you,” I said, as my mouth reached for her stiff nipple. I released her and reached over into my night stand. I took out a tube of warming gel. She watched as I rubbed some on my hands. “What’s that Grandpa?” “Warming gel.” “Oh I know what that’s for, Mary Jane showed me.” I am becoming more and more interested in Mary Jane Carmichael. I resumed my tongue lashing of her nipples as I moved my hand down her stomach to her now clean pussy. I slipped my fingers in and out as I moved from breast to breast. I stopped to kiss her mouth. She responded well to my kisses. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me to her. My fingers found her button spot and she lifted her body to meet them. “Oh grandpa that feels so good,” she whispered in my ear. “Please let me have you inside me.” How could I refuse this beautiful young woman under me. As I started to rise she said, “let me get on top.” Again she was taking direction from my stories. “I know you like to watch while you are making love to your young girls. You like to watch their faces.” I turned over on my back. She climbed up and straddled me. I watched her as she reached down and guided my cock into her opening. She knew just what she was doing, either from experience or from careful reading of my words. She slowly lowered her self. I watched as her face changed from caution to pleasure as she engulfed the entire thing. She opened her eyes and smiled. She slowed started moving her body. She leaned forward and I reached up to her tiny breasts. She closed her eyes again as her motions increased. I could feel the warming gel intensify the friction between us. Sam’s face alternated between pain and pleasure. Her breathing became rapid. I knew she was close. I grabbed her waist and on an upward stroke I pulled her hard down to me. She threw her head back and cried out, “OH” She shuddered. I continued to lift her and drop her until, finally, I could take no more. I pulled her hard and lifted myself to meet her. My balls emptied into her as she collapsed onto my chest. I did not worry about getting her pregnant since I had had a vasectomy shortly after we adopted her mother. I lifted her face and kissed her, she opened her eyes. She looked so young, so fragile. She smiled at me. I slowly rolled her off of me. She opened her arms as I lifted off of her. I kissed her again. I slid down to lick me cum from her dripping pussy. I wanted her to know that nothing we did together was wrong. I didn’t care anymore, she was mine. As I cleaned the juices she orgasmed again. I took her in my arms and we fell asl**p together. I would like to say that the next day we made love all day the next day but that would be a lie. I may be in excellent shape for 63 but I am only human. Besides we had things to do to get her room ready. We spent the day clean up the room that she stayed in when ever she stayed over night. We knew we were going to have to keep up the appearance of our now defunct granddaughter/grandfather relationship. We went over to her mothers and got those things she held dear to her. Her stuffed a****ls, lap top, books, photos, clothes (which she had a lot of) and of course her ballet stuff. Her mother, step father and b*****rs were not there. Then Sam asked if she could get her hair done and a make over for our big date that night. I, believe it or not, had forgotten that I had promised to take her to Donatello’s. I dropped her off at 2pm at a local beauty shop, she said Mary Jane recommended. I spent the next three hours trying to keep busy and my mind off of tonight. She called me at 5 to come pick her up. I pulled up into the parking lot. This time I almost didn’t recognize her. She had cut her hair so it made into flowing waves on both sides of her face. She had had it darken just a bit so that it was rich auburn. Her face was made up to enhance her beautiful green eyes. She now had full red lips. She bounded to the car and jumped in. “Do you like?” “You’re gorgeous baby,” was all I could say. She chattered like a 12 year old all the way home. She told me she had talked to Mary Jane on her cell while she was having her nails done. My heart stopped. “Did she tell her what had happened last night?” Sam saw the look of concern on my face. “Don’t worry, Mary Jane would never tell. She is the one who encouraged me to go for it. We have talked about you a lot. “Are you sure it is such a good idea to tell anyone what we have done?” “Mary Jane is my best friend now.” “Since when? This is the first I heard of it and you used to tell me everything.” “Grandpa, I haven’t told you everything because I didn’t know how you would take it.” “So what else haven’t you told me?” I asked as we pulled into the garage. “I printed out your stories and let Mary Jane read them,” she replied. “And?” “She loves them. She and I would finger each other while reading them,” she confessed. “She even taught me how to suck a cock using a dildo she borrowed from her mother’s closet. She said I would need to know how when I, finally, seduced you. We read how you had mother do it to you.” “So, Mary Jane now knows that I have fucked my own granddaughter, she encouraged you to seduce me?” “Don’t worry she won’t tell.” In for a penny, in for a pound. That is an old saying. I have fucked my only granddaughter and her ‘new’ best friend knows all about it. So now what? “Your not angry are you?” she inquired. “Not angry, just confused. You know I could go to jail if it ever got out what we did?” “Mary Jane would never tell because she has been fucking her grandfather since she was 12. She knows how much I love you and would never want to hurt me.” “What about my stories you printed out?” “We shredded them.” “I think I would like to talk to Mary Jane about this.” “Oh she would love it. She has had a crush on you since the first time you came to my dance class.” “Call her and ask her if she can come over tomorrow after dance class.” I watched as Sam called Mary Jane. I heard her as she ask her if she could spend the night here tomorrow night. I gave her the “no” sign several times but she ignored me. “Oh and guess what? Grandpa’s taking me to Donatello’s tonight. Yes tonight, and I am wearing my new outfit.” After she hung up I asked, “do you have any idea what the word discretion means? I suppose Mary Jane knows all about Donatello’s?” “Of course she does, and she knows you are a member.” Donatello’s is a very exclusive, member’s only club. It caters to a very select cliental. You have to be sponsored. I have been a member for about 8 years. The restaurant is open Monday through Thursday evenings to the general public. It serves excellent food. Friday and Saturday’s, are members only nights. The members it serves are mostly married men and women who wish to bring their special dates there for a nice peaceful night of dinner and dancing. Who you see in Donatello’s stays in Donatello’s. As I said it is by sponsorship only. I had often brought friends there. It was not a swingers club, but it was very private and discreet. I know that some of the member brought guest who were u******e. Some were wives of their best friend. I had brought a few married women myself. I even brought the 18 year old daughter of my wife’s best friend. The place has a dining room and a dance floor. There are also rooms in the back for special occasions. My sponsor was Anita Donatello. I am member number 5. I knew Anita Donatello when she was Anita Shipman. We grew up together. We even dated a few times. She was 3 years younger than me. When I said I had never had sex with any female under the age of 18 that was a lie. I was Anita’s first. I was 18 and a Senior and she was 15 a Sophomore. That is a story for another time. I went into the Army straight out of high school and we lost touch sometime over the next 25 years. I ran into her at a social gathering. She had married very well. Any way Donatello’s is her place. She runs it with her 4 sons. You don’t get through the door without your membership card and/or with her son’s approval. “How does Mary Jane know that I am a member?” “She has been there with her grandfather,” she smiled I decided to let it go for now. We put her stuff away in her room and than took a shower together, making sure not to mess up her make over and hair. I watched as she stood naked in front of the full length mirror in the hall. My cock started getting hard as I watched her fondle her breast. “Do you think I am too small?” she asked. “You are 12 years old. Your breast will get bigger,” was my reply, even though I was thinking that I hope they wouldn’t get much bigger. “Miss Sophia’s boobs aren’t much bigger than mine,” she pouted. Miss Sophia is Sam’s ballet dance teacher. It was true her boobs aren’t much bigger than Sam’s. Those skin tight dance clothes do not leave much to the imagination. Sam started getting her outfit on. I watched as she put on the red thong. She picked up the laced pushup bra but decided not to wear it. She put on the white blouse over her bare skin, then the short blue leather skirt. By the time she put on the leather vest and boots the transformation was complete. “How do I look grandpa?” she asked as she spun around and struck a sexy pose. “Hot,” was all I could say. By the time I finished dressing it was almost 8. Sam wanted to take the motorcycle but I vetoed that. My maroon 67 Corvette would do nicely. I had few toys, but my Harley and Corvette. She wanted me to put the top down but I vetoed that because it would mess up her make over. She reluctantly agreed. So off to Donatello’s we went. There were a few cars already there when we arrived. Antonio and Raul, Anita’s sons, nodded with approval as they let us in. Sam turned back and blew them a kiss. This is going to be an interesting night. Anita greeted us personally, guided us to my favorite table near the dance floor. As we set down her eyes fell upon my date. “Sam?” “Hi, Auntie Anita.” Sam had been calling her Auntie Anita since she was 8. I had brought my wife and the f****y here on several occasions for special dinners during the week. Anita looked at me with eyes raised. “Who you see in Donatello’s stays in Donatello’s.” Motto passed between us. “Enjoy your dinner my dear,” was her only comment. The food was excellent, as always. As the dishes were being cleared the band started to play. Sam grabbed my hand. “Let’s dance.” Now Sam is a great dancer. She loves ballet most of all but she likes to dance too just about everything. I am a decent dancer myself and we would often dance together at the house. I would show her moves of the 50’s, 60’s and 70’s and she would show me the more modern stuff. The band was playing a nice little swing dance number. It was one of Sam’s favorites. So we got into it. Other couples watched as we danced around the floor. We even got applause when we finished. Then a slow dance started, I turned to go back to the table but Sam would have none of it. She pulled me close. Her body pressed against me. She head lay on my chest. I looked up and saw Anita. She was smiling a knowing smile. I was beginning to feel the effects of this closeness. She could to. She looked up at me and smiled. “Is that for me?” she whispered “You know it is baby.” She smiled again and pressed even closer. After the dance ended I told her I needed to sit down. As we sat down a couple came in the door. It was Miss Sophia and another lady I knew very well. Sam’s back was to the door so she didn’t see her. The lady who was Sam’s dance teacher saw me and steered her to our table. “Tom, it is so good to see you.” She had her arm around Sophia’s waist. “Hello Donna, it is good to see you. Hello Miss Sophia.” I realized I couldn’t remember her last name. Sam’s head jerked around and then back. “How do you know Sophia?” Donna asked. “She is Sam’s ballet instructor.” “Hello, Mr. Hatten,” Sophia said still trying to take it all in. “Hello, Sam,” she also said. So she knew! Donna looked surprised as she had not recognized her. “Hello, Miss Sophia, hello, Aunt Donna,” was all Sam could say. Donna was not Sam’s aunt but she called her that. Donna was a friend of my late wife. I had sponsored her as a member. I had introduced her to bi sexuality a couple of years ago with a threesome. She has been hooked on it ever since. “Would you like to join us?” I asked. “We wouldn’t want to intrude,” was Sophia’s reply It was a surprise to me, when Sam looked up and said, “no please join us.” I am not going to go into the details of the next two hours. Just to say we all had a good time and nothing was said about Sam being there. Sam wasn’t going to let the fact that her dance teacher was there interfere with her having a good time. Being an exclusive club no ID was required when I ordered Sam a wine with dinner or when I ordered all of us a tequila sunrise. I knew Sam could handle it because I often let her have wine with me when she stayed with me. I danced with Sam, Donna and Sophia. Sam even danced with Donna. Then a slow dance started and Sophia asked Sam to dance. It was not unusual to see two women slow dancing together at Donatello’s. As Donna and I watched them dance I noticed that Sam and Sophia were talking, then Sam laid her head on Sophia’s chest just like she did me. Then an interesting thing happened, when the music stopped Sophia lifted Sam’s face and kissed her, a deep kiss. Donna saw it, too. “I think I just lost her,” Donna said. It took me a second to realize who she was referring to. “I am not sure, let’s wait and see,” was my reply. After they separated they returned to the table. Sam looked at me and said, “I think I am ready to go home now.” I was ready an hour ago but was going to hang in as long as she wanted. Sam gave Donna and Sophia a big hug. Sophia told her she had better be in dance class at 1 o’clock sharp tomorrow. Sam laughed and smiled. I decided to put the top down on the vet on the way home. Sam was lively and talkative all the way home. I felt like I had my 12 year old granddaughter back. She opened her vest and let the wind blow on her chest. When we got to the house is was almost 12. Sam threw off her outfit with abandon. She jumped into my arms. “Oh grandpa I had a great time.” I just had to ask how things went with her and Miss Sophia. “Oh I love Miss Sophia. She is so kind and understanding. She kissed me.” “I noticed that, what did you two talk about?” I asked as I carried her to the bedroom. “She said she love me and hopes to have a special relationship with me like you and I do.” “Did you tell her about our relationship?” “No, grandpa, she told me. She said she could tell we had a very special relationship that was more than just grandfather and granddaughter,” she replied dreamingly. She opened her arms and pulled me close as I laid her on the bed. Even with her hair all tangled she was still a vision. Her skin was still moist from sweat. I kissed her on the lips and neck. She giggled “oh that tickles.” I stripped off my clothes. My cock was hard and ready. As I started to climb on the bed she set up. She grabbed my cock and started to lick the tip. “Let me lay down and we can do each other at the same time.” Again she knew exactly what I meant. As I lay down she climbed up on me with her pussy towards me. I pulled her up to my mouth. She continued with her expert mouth. She was already wet just like I was already hard. I licked her smooth silky lips. She dove deeper onto my cock. It felt like she had it all the way in her throat. I am not much for being sucked off because most women just don’t know how to do it, however, Sam was doing things I have never felt before. I pulled her even closer and searched for her clit. My tongue dug deep into her. Finally, I found it and nibbled on it softly. She shuddered. I was ready to explode. She had been teasing me all night. The image of Sam and Sophia kissing took me over the top. “I am cumming baby, I groaned.” She eased up just as my first shot released. I knew it went into her mouth. She still covered my cock as I continued to fire my load. My fingers spread the cheeks of her ass. My tongue explored her hole. She released my cock and cried out, “Oh grandpa!” She pushed her ass harder into my face. I slipped my finger between my tongue and her pucker hole. I used her juices to wet my finger. I slipped it in. She lifted off my cock and turned her upper body around. I could see cum on her lips. “Oh do that!” she moaned. I worked my finger in and out of her ass with increasing speed while I went back to licking her pussy. She went wild. “Oh yes grandpa do that, yes that…….fuck my ass…..lick my pussy….” and with a gush of juices she came. I licked the juices as they flowed from her. I lifted her ass and moved her around so she faced me. Cum was still on her lips. I drew her close and kissed her. “I love you grandpa.” “I love you, too, Littlebit.” I got up and got a warm wash cloth and wiped the cum from her face and pussy. We fell asl**p with her ass against my cock and my hand on her breast.