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Grandpa's Bath Robe 
by Zadanoff (zadanoff1@aol.com)

***

I always wondered if Grandpa's cock would get hard at 
my touch, wondered if, when I touched his balls, I 
could feel them tighten when he shot his hot load of 
cum all over me. It was a fantasy of mine that I 
developed, and I found myself laying in bed late at 
night, fingering my pussy, thinking of Grandpa's bare, 
muscular, hairy legs as he sat there in his favorite 
chair, watching some dumb program on television. (M/f-
teen, ped, 1st, inc, oral, mast)

***

After a late-evening shower, my grandfather always 
curled up in his favorite chair, wearing his bath robe 
and read the evening paper. I would shower right after 
he did, and put on my own robe. It was a nightly ritual 
that we went through for as long as I could remember. 
My grandfather had been my family from just about the 
time I was born, I supposed. I had grown up with his 
upstairs bedroom right next to mine. 

There was always just the two of us. I never knew who 
my mother was; I was told that she had died shortly 
after I was born, and my father had never remarried. He 
left me with his father to go overseas, and that's 
where he was, most of the time. I saw him once in a 
great while -- very rare occasions. I don't remember my 
grandfather ever dating much, either. It seemed to me 
that the important things in his life were me, his job, 
and television after his nightly ritual of taking a 
shower and putting on his body cologne. 

After we were ready, wearing our robes, my grandfather 
would then turn on the television and watch a few 
shows. I liked to sit in the living room with him and 
pretend to watch the shows that he liked. Grandpa 
worked very hard all day, I knew, and I liked to see 
him relax after a long day's work. 

I really liked being near Grandpa after he showered. He 
always smelled so clean and masculine right after he 
took a shower, so fresh and clean. There was something 
really manly about the after shave or body cologne that 
he wore. It was really, really sexy, smelling like 
spice and some like sweat at the same time. 

I used to look at his muscular, hairy legs, and wonder 
what it would feel like to run my hands over those 
hairs, all the way up to his thighs. To me, he seemed 
to have such wonderful legs, as if, maybe, some guys 
had nice faces, nice chests -- well, Grandpa had nice 
legs, that's all there was to it. He was very tall, and 
there was a bulge of muscle at the back of each calf. 
It was a very muscular bulge, as if he worked out all 
the time. And, his legs were virtually covered with a 
forest of thick, rich black hairs. I liked that the 
most about his legs. 

I wondered what it would fell like to move my fingers 
across the warm skin of his hairy legs, feeling the 
muscles beneath my fingers, then moving up to his 
thighs, and then between his legs to his cock and 
balls. I wondered, sometimes, if other granddaughters 
wondered that about their grand fathers. I wondered, 
though, if all other girls had a grandfather like mine. 
I knew that some girls didn't much get along with their 
fathers or their grandfathers. But, I got along great 
with Grandpa. Besides, their fathers weren't generally 
hot-looking, like my Grandpa. 

I always wondered if his cock would get hard at my 
touch, wondered if, when I touched his balls, I could 
feel them tighten when he shot his hot load of cum all 
over me. It was a fantasy of mine that I developed, and 
I found myself laying in bed late at night, fingering 
my pussy, thinking of Grandpa's bare, muscular, hairy 
legs as he sat there in his favorite chair, watching 
some dumb program on television. 

***

I began sitting on the floor, close to his legs, 
sometimes across the room, pretending to read a book. 
When I did that, I usually held the book just under my 
field of vision, while actually looking at Grandpa's 
hairy legs, hoping that he would let his robe fall open 
a little, giving me a peek at his fleshy cock. I wanted 
to see it! I really, really wanted to see my 
grandfather's cock. 

Usually, though, I was looking at his thighs, and at 
the short hem of his robe. Sometimes, when he moved 
just the right way, I could see big patches of dark 
hair and flesh there. I wondered what those patches of 
flesh would look like out in the open where I could see 
them, touch them, fondle them. 

But, Grandpa's robe was always in the way. 

I used to sit there and get excited, feeling a burning 
in my crotch, wanting to see more. Sometimes, I had to 
get up and go masturbate, fingering myself to orgasm, 
visions of my grandfather's hairy, muscular legs and 
thighs in my head, fantasies of his hairy cock 
exploding loads of cum into my mouth and pussy. I 
thought that Grandpa was just that hot. He had been the 
subject of too many orgasms of mine; I could count them 
all. I wondered if other girls felt this way about 
their fathers and grandfathers. I knew that they did, 
only, they would of course never admit it. 

***

One night, I decided that I was going to find out what 
was there, and that I was going to move very close to 
him and touch his legs. I would feel of his legs, all 
the way up to his thighs, I figured. I would touch 
everything that was there. I wanted to see it, wanted 
to feel it in my hands, for real. 

I sat close to him on the floor, my knee brushing his 
feet, my arms occasionally coming into contact with his 
calves. Just the feel of his calves against my arm made 
my pussy sticky. I could feel myself tingle all over 
when I brushed against the hair on his legs. 

Then, all at once, I moved my arm around his leg and 
leaned against him, my hand holding on to his leg. It 
was a very innocent position, and I leaned against his 
leg, letting my hair and ear move gently across his 
warm flesh. He had that fresh, after-shower smell that 
he always had, and his legs even smelled that way. 

He reached down and stroked my hair. His touch was 
light, gentle, loving. I could feel my body literally 
tingle all over with his touch. I took it as a sign 
that my touching he was OK, so I moved my hand up a 
little, and then, even a little higher. I loved the way 
he was touching me, the way he was stroking my hair. It 
made goose bumps all over me, and yes, indeed, it made 
a tingling sensation even in my pussy. 

I could feel his bristly, manly hair beneath my 
fingers, and what it was doing to me was unbelievable. 
I could feel the juices in my pussy leaking out, 
falling on my robe wrapped under my legs. I felt that 
if my grandfather knew what I had been thinking, he 
would have been shocked as hell, and maybe would have 
left the room. 

I moved my hand farther up his leg to the spot behind 
his knee. The skin there was warm and smooth, and I 
could feel the heavy thigh muscle just above that. 
Slowly, gently, I moved my hand farther up, gently 
squeezing and massaging his leg as I went. I could hear 
a sharp intake of breath, followed by a heavy sigh. I 
had no idea what he was thinking about while I was 
fondling him, but he didn't pull away or stop me. 

He responded at last by running his fingers through my 
hair more quickly, and I could feel his hands shake, it 
seemed, just a little, as he combed my hair with his 
outstretched fingers. 

I pulled away, readjusting my position. I took the 
opportunity to move my robe more firmly under my 
leaking pussy, and then leaned against his leg again, 
this time putting my hand nonchalantly on his thigh, 
right at the hem of his terry cloth robe. I moved my 
hand under the hem just a little, and rubbed gently 
along his thigh. He sighed heavily now, and I rubbed 
the spot where my fingers were for just a second. 

Then, moving upward, the tip of my finger touched his 
hairy ball-sac for just a second, and then I pulled 
away. The touch had made my heart pound in my chest. I 
had touched it! I had actually touched his balls! All I 
would have had to have done would have been to have 
touched my clitoris just once, and I would have cum in 
screaming blue spasms. I had actually, really touched 
his balls, and he didn't flinch! I couldn't believe it, 
and the sensation in my pussy was like, heated 
lightening. I could have cum, just by squeezing my legs 
together. 

He squirmed, and I could hear his heavy, raspy 
breathing. As he squirmed, he had moved his balls into 
contact with my fingers again. The sudden erotic 
sensation, the sudden feel of his hairy balls touching 
my fingers, made me audibly gasp. He didn't flinch, 
like I expected him to, and he didn't move away at all. 
I was in heaven. 

I pressed forward, and this time, I kept my fingers in 
contact with his balls, and gently moved my fingers 
back and forth. His balls were amazing, with the skin 
so soft and pliable and smooth, yet the coarse, thick 
hair jutted out in all directions, brushing against my 
searching, playful, roaming fingers. 

"Oh, Adrienne," he said. It was a plea, an exclamation, 
and had the sound of disdain, all in one tone of voice. 
I couldn't imagine, from what he said, what he was 
thinking at all. 

"Is that OK, Grandpa?" I asked, my quivering voice 
telling tales on what I was thinking. It sounded like 
my small voice was coming from the back of my throat, 
like I needed to clear my throat. I was elated, 
frightened, sexually excited, and just plain scared, 
all at the same time. 

"Oh yes, that's OK, Adrienne, that's wonderful." It was 
a whisper, and it sounded more like a plea than a 
statement. 

That was all the messages I needed or could have 
wanted. I moved my fingers higher, and came into 
contact with his hard, fat cock. The skin was smooth 
and hot, while the think itself was hard as a steel 
rod. It throbbed and moved beneath my fingers. I had 
never felt anything like it in my life. It was hard and 
soft at the same time, rigid yet moving as if it had a 
life of its own, and very warm to the touch. I loved 
the feel of it beneath my fingers. 

I moved my hand further up, gently, feeling the veins 
that ran close to the surface of the skin. His cock was 
hot, and it throbbed with his heartbeat. Like it was 
alive, able to give pleasure, just from touching it, I 
thought. 

I wanted more than that, though. I wanted this hard 
cock in my mouth, in my hand, in my pussy, anywhere on 
me, so long as I could feel it throb and move. 

I reached edge of the head of it then, and I could feel 
the ridge where the head began. Beneath the foreskin, 
the head felt like a large, bulbous balloon, jerking 
and throbbing. I could feel veins beneath my fingers, 
veins engorged with blood, making his hard cock harder, 
stiffer, making it throb and move. 

Then, my fingers reached the tip, where the head was 
poking out a little way. On the very tip, there was a 
sticky, slimy little drop of something, which I smeared 
around the tip of the head, which roused a small moan 
from my grandfather. 

"Oh my God, Adrienne," he murmured. "Oh my God." 

That was the message I had been waiting for, was 
wanting to hear. His fingers were now intertwined in my 
hair, actually pulling my hair a little. His hand was 
shaking, his fingers doing a dance through the strands 
of my hair. 

"Can I make you cum, Grandpa?" I guess it sounded like 
a dumb question. But, I wanted to see him cum; I wanted 
to feel it. I wanted to taste it! 

"Yes, oh yes, Adrienne, do it," he answered in a 
moaning whisper. 

I wrapped my hand around the stiff rod, close to the 
head. I loved the way it throbbed, and I reached down 
with my other hand and gently touched my clitoris. 

Just like I had known that I would, I came, just from 
the one touch, the excitement of having touched 
Grandpa's cock just sending thrills all over me, making 
my entire body tingle with a hot fire all over it. 

I caressed his sock, stroking it, moving my hand all 
the way down and then all the way back up a couple of 
times. 

He moaned again, and I speeded up. I could feel his 
legs quivering and jumping around, and then, all of a 
sudden, there was a spasm in his stomach and his cock 
moved, getting harder. He moaned really loud, and my 
hand was filled with hot fluid that shot out of his 
cock and ran down to the hand. Grandpa had come in my 
hand. 

I moved my cum-filled hand to my mouth. I could smell 
the fetid stuff. It smelled like fish, like something 
hot and alive. I stuck out my tongue and tasted it, 
letting a drop of it stick to my tongue as I put my 
tongue back into my mouth. 

I stood and let my robe fall to the floor. My 
grandfather sat there, his hard dick sticking up out of 
his robe. 

"Adrienne, you're beautiful," he said. "My God, you are 
beautiful, you know." 

I smiled at him. "You're pretty good-looking yourself, 
you know." 

I bent and wiped my sticky hand on my robe, and then 
climbed into my grandfather's favorite chair and sat in 
his lap, moving his robe aside, looking at the hard, 
stick cock I had just stroked off. 

I was sitting right on his balls and cock, which were 
now pressing against my wet pussy and ass hole. I could 
fell his cock throbbing beneath me, and I shifted, 
allowing it to poke out between my legs. I turned to 
him, lifting myself up and off his lap, and let his 
cock probe at the entrance to my wet pussy. 

I lowered myself on it slowly, carefully, feeling the 
throbbing shaft enter me, filling my wet, hot pussy 
with hard, hot flesh. I moaned as I continued lowering 
myself, till I could feel his balls against my ass, his 
pubes against my pussy lips. He was all the way in, I 
figured. I loved the feel of his big balls pressing 
against my ass. It was something hat I had wanted to 
happen for a long, long time. 

He reached behind me and touched my ass cheeks, lifting 
up, then, as his cock nearly cleared my pussy, he let 
me down on this cock again. We kept this up, fucking 
slowly, for a few minutes. The feel of his cock rubbing 
against my clitoris in that position made me suddenly 
jerk and cum, and I squirmed around on his lap, moaning 
and screaming, feeling the stick juices drip out of me 
and onto his balls. 

Then he began to lift me up faster and faster, and I 
helped him, lifting my body off his, then letting 
myself fall on his hard dick, his hairy balls once 
against pressing against my ass hole. I loved the feel 
of that, and I knew I could cum again if we kept it up. 
I could feel his hard dick suddenly throb and jerk deep 
inside me as he grunted in my ear, and then, as if in 
response to his moan, my pussy was flooded with hot cum 
as he shot his load deep inside me. It jerked and 
jerked again and again, and I was filled with hot cum. 

***

We sat there, his hard dick still inside me. I could 
fell it still throb, and then, it began to shrink a 
little. I raised myself up, and it fell out of me. I 
sat back on his lap, facing my grandfather. The smell 
was still there --- the smell of his cologne, mixed now 
with the smell of my pussy juices and his hot cum. 

"Did you like that Grandpa?" I asked. 

He wrapped his arms firmly around me and pressed my 
body to his tightly, seeking out my lips with his. 

Without an strain at all, Grandpa stood up, carrying me 
in his arms. He carried me up the stairs and down the 
hall to his bedroom, and he threw the covers back with 
one hand while still holding me with the other. 

He lay me on the bed gently, covering me with the bed 
covers, and then I watched as he went to the light 
switch. He turned to me, and I got a really good look 
at his naked body for the first time in the light. 

He was muscular and hairy, and as he flipped off the 
light switch, I could see that his big cock hung over 
his balls, pointing at the floor. In the darkness, I 
could heel him throw the covers back on his side of the 
bed and then, the bed moved and shook a little and the 
springs beneath me squeaked as he got in bed beside me. 

I moved over close to my grandfather, and naked, we lay 
there and fell asleep in each other's arms. I awoke 
early in the morning, and Grandpa lay there on his 
back, his eyes closed. I reached over and hugged him, 
my arm coming into contact with his hard cock. 

I pulled the covers back and looked at it. His long, 
fat brown dick lay against his belly, the head fully 
exposed with the foreskin peeled all the way back. It 
throbbed with his beating heart. I loved the sight of 
it. I touched it. It was warm, and the tip of the head 
was smooth, like velvet. 

I lowered my head to his crotch. I wrapped my fingers 
around his dick at the base, and I lay against his 
belly, pressing my cheek against his navel. I took his 
cock into my mouth, tasting the salty flavor of the 
dried cum, the precum, and my own juices from last 
night. 

I sucked it into my mouth as far as Ii could, and 
still, there was a lot left of it. I knew that his dick 
was big, but I never thought that it was that big. It 
filled my mouth, and I gagged on it at the back of my 
throat. 

"Adrienne," he said sleepily. "You're up early." 

I pulled my mouth off his dick and looked at him and 
smiled. "So are you, Grandpa." 

I put my mouth back on his cock and sucked on it, 
moving my hand in unison with the movements of my 
mouth. 

His had went to my pussy, and it took one touch, and I 
came. Just like that, all at once, with no previous 
touching at all. I could feel my body tingle all over 
and my muscles tighten as I came. 

Then he moved his fingers lowly over my pussy lips, and 
I spread my legs to give him better access to my pussy. 
His thumb touched my ass hole, and I squirmed with 
delight at the sensation that aroused in me. 

I continued to suck his cock, moving my mouth up and 
down on him faster and faster, and he pulled me over 
him, his tongue darting in and out of my pussy as I 
sucked his cock. He licked my ass hole, sending thrill 
of pleasure through me with every touch of his tongue 
against my rosebud hole. I wondered if he was as 
thrilled by it as much as I was. 

I moved my tongue to his fat balls, lifting them with 
my hands, moving my tongue under them to his ass hole. 
His ass was hairy, and there were little curly hairs 
all around it. I moved my tongue to them, tasting the 
strange, sweaty flavor of his ass on the tip of my 
tongue. 

He moved his tongue back to my pussy, coming in contact 
with my clitoris, and I was going to cum soon. He 
inserted his tongue into my pussy, moving it in and 
out, and I moved my mouth back to his balls, licking 
them, and then moved to the head of his cock, my tongue 
moving back and forth all the way up his hard shaft to 
the head of it. 

Then I had the head of it in my mouth and was sucking 
on it really hard, just as he came. He suddenly bucked 
upward with his hips and his cock jerked, filling my 
mouth with a really big load of his hot, salty cum. I 
swallowed it, and he shot again and again. I put my 
hand on his balls, feeling how tight they were when he 
shot his load. 

I pulled my mouth away from Grandpa's cock and let the 
cum that I couldn't swallow drip out of my mouth and 
down my chin. 

He looked at me and smiled, shaking his head from side 
to side. 

"We need a shower," he said after he caught his breath. 
"A nice, long shower, and then, maybe we can do some 
more." 

We did do some more after that shower, and we still do. 

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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