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In The Surf
My son owned a small beach house close to
Cape Coral, Florida. It was a rather nice two-story home right on
a white, sandy, remote beach. In fact, it felt remote enough for me,
once in a while, to go and sun nude behind one of the dunes
there. It was a beautiful place, and I really felt proud of my
son for having learned so much, and worked so hard, that he could
afford such a fantastic second home.
I rather enjoyed the occasional trip that I
would make to the beach house, and my son had called and asked me to go
down to the beach to keep an eye on his daughter, Ellen, and his,
Robbie.
It seemed that, if I wasn’t busy during that
week, the two kids would stay with me, there on the beach, for a little
mini vacation, while Robert and his wife went on a second honeymoon
type of thing together.
In the mornings, I liked to go for a little
walk and check out what kind of wild life I would find in the tidal
pools. Sometimes, you could find tide pool octopuses — those tiny
little ones. I thought I had heard at one time that the red ones
were poisonous, and the black ones weren’t. I had no
idea. I just knew that I had no plans to either eat one or step
on one of either color.
Anyway, Ellen and Robbie weren’t up
yet. I went for my walk and came back to the beach house, and
stayed downstairs to use the bathroom. Neither of them were up
yet, so, I went upstairs and tapped lightly on their doors, to try
waking them to go out to breakfast with me.
Robbie mumbled something and I heard his bed
squeak. I tapped on Ellen’s door again, and there was no
answer. I opened the door a crack, and I could see Ellen, my
granddaughter, lying in bed, the covers thrown off.
She was stark naked. She had one leg
bent at the knee, lying on her back, and I could see her spread pussy
lips, her pussy dotted with downy, soft-looking, but jet-black
hair. Her breasts were round and firm, and the nipples were
excited in the state of sleep, erect and inviting.
I turned around and saw Robbie watching
me. He was right behind me, looking through the
cracked door. I closed her door gently. I didn’t know
what to say. “I wasn’t peeking,” I
said. “She didn’t answer...”
“Hot, isn’t she?” he asked.
I was slightly dumbfounded. “You
shouldn’t like, you know, Robbie, you shouldn’t be talking
about your sister that way.”
He laughed at me as we went downstairs.
At the bottom of the stairs, he turned to me. He was still
wearing only his shorts; he hadn’t dressed.
“Tell me you wouldn’t fuck her if
she wasn’t your granddaughter,” he suddenly said.
“Tell me she didn’t give you a woody. She gave me
one.”
“That’s beside the point,”
I said. “Let’s go in and have some coffee and wait
for her to come on down, and then, we’ll go out for
breakfast.”
“I have a better idea,” said
Robbie as we made our way to the kitchen. “Let’s just
have a quick breakfast here, and just go on out to the beach and
soak up some sun.” I noticed that there was a rather large
bulge there in his shorts. Apparently, Ellen’s lying naked
had given him a hard on, just like me.
We sat at the table, and Robbie poured us
both a cup of coffee I had made before I went for my morning walk.
“I need to get a couple of things at
the store,” I told Robbie. “I checked the fridge, and
it’s nearly empty. So, I figured we would go out for
breakfast, do a little shopping, and come back and stock the
refrigerator.”
He nodded.
Ellen came down, and Robbie didn’t get
up and cover his underwear. She was wearing a white short robe.
“Sorry, fellas, looks like I kinda
overslept,” she said.
I told her our plans as she sat and had some
coffee.
“Sounds exciting,” she
said. Her voice and her face belied the remark.
I shook my head. “You two are
spoiled, I guess.”
We had breakfast at a local touristy place,
and went and got some supplies for the house. Robbie grabbed a
couple of twelve-packs of beer.
“You old enough for that?”
I asked.
He nodded. “Turned twenty-one
last month, Grandpa. I think your memory is like, going away
quick. Senile dementia, you know?”
Senile dementia, indeed, I thought. I
got the beer. I thought it would be kind of nice to sit on the
beach and have a couple of cold ones while the kids played in the
surf. And, then I realized, they weren’t kids any
more. They didn’t do things like play in the surf.
They did things like listen to bad music, lay around on the beach
checking out other people, drive cars, things like that. But, to
me, they would always be kids. I couldn’t explain that to
myself.
We got home around noon. I made some
sandwiches, took a shower, threw on my trunks, and waited for the kids
to get out of the shower and come on down.
When Ellen came down wearing what she called
a bikini, I damn near fell over.
“That is what you’re wearing
outside?” It was pink. There was a little pink
triangle that almost covered her pussy, and two little triangles that
covered her nipples.
She nodded. “Get with it, Grandpa,
this is no longer like, the 1900's. We’re well into the
next millennium. Remember?”
Naked is still naked. I hadn’t
thought that the definitions had changed simply because the year had
ticked over a few years back, and we were dealing with different digits.
We headed out to the little strand of beach
in front of the house. Not really a privately-owned beach, there
was absolutely no one around except us, anyway.
We spread out a blanket, and I put down the
cooler of beer. Robbie grabbed one and sat, drinking it.
Ellen opened a little bag and pulled out some
sun tan lotion. She handed it to me.
“While you’re sitting there
filling your belly full of that nasty beer, you may as well make
yourself useful and rub some ointment on me.”
I took the plastic bottle and sat there while
she lay down on her tummy, spreading her legs a little, waiting for me
to start rubbing her body with sun tan lotion. The string of her
bikini disappeared between her pink, round ass cheeks. All there
was at her back was a string that tied in the back. She took care
of that, reaching around and undoing the tie the held her top in
place. For all practical purposes, she was naked, and my cock was
responding, sticking up and tenting my
trunks.
I rubbed the ointment on my hands, and then,
started rubbing it on her feet and calves. I rubbed it in
thoroughly, then got some more from the bottle. Touching her
soft, pliant skin was really turning me on, making my cock throb and
ache. From my vantage point, I could see where the string went to
her ass hole, and I could plainly see her pussy lips, with hairs poking
out in one direction or another. I knew that Robbie was looking,
too. She may as well have been naked.
I swallowed, and moved one of my hands off
her to get a swallow of beer. This could be interesting, I
thought, and then felt guilty that I was having these thoughts about my
grand daughter.
“Here, let me help,” said
Robbie. He moved over in front of her, his crotch right in her
face. He had a hard on; his swimming suit was one of those tiny
ass little bikini bottoms that some men wear. I could see the
outline of his hard cock, and his balls.
He took some ointment and started rubbing and
massaging her back with the slippery ointment. He moved slowly
down to her ass cheeks, and then, she reached to the sides of the
thing, and pulled the string away from the crack of her ass! She
was now completely naked, and my cock just jumped and twitched at the
sight of her pussy lips and her ass hole. She spread her legs
even more, giving me a really great view of her hairy pussy.
Robbie reached down and kneaded her ass
cheeks, spreading them, pulling them outward. I could clearly see
her ass hole when he did this, and it spread her pussy lips apart a
little.
“Turn over,” Robbie said, his
voice sounding a little thicker, almost cracking.
She did. She turned over, her tits and pussy
now completely exposed.
“Wow,” whispered Robbie.
“She’s wet.”
She was, indeed, wet. Her pussy, spread out,
showed her inner lips, moist and pink.
Robbie suddenly stood and removed his trunks,
his hard dick sticking up in the air. She knelt over her
face. “Here, Ellen, suck this while I play with your
tits.”
She reached up and grabbed a hold of his
cock, pulling it down to her face. I moved my hands up, almost
involuntarily, and touched her pussy lips. I ran my fingers
through the soft, downy hair, and over her lips. I moved a finger
gently into her pussy, just a little bit of the way. Obviously,
these two were no strangers to having sex with each other.
I fingered her clitoris, eliciting soft moans
of pleasure from her. Her body began to quiver as Robbie tweaked
her nipples and I rubbed her clitoris. She suddenly jerked and
her body was wracked with spasms. She had cum.
She pulled Robbie’s cock out of her
mouth and told me, “Fuck me, Grandpa.”
I decided I would that. I stood and
removed my trunks, my dick pointing straight out.
“Goddamn,” said Robbie.
“Look at the size of that thing.”
Ellen’s eyes widened, and she gazed at
my cock. “That is rather large, Grandpa.”
I dove between her outstretched legs, and
guided my dick into her wet pussy. I began to move in and out as
she took Robbie’s dick back into her mouth. She came again
and again, her body moving under mine to meet my strokes with her
own. Robbie pulled his cock out of her mouth and shot hot cum all
over her face, and some on mine, too.
I felt the point of no return coming on me,
and I pulled out of her, and stroked my dick about four times, pointing
it at her belly. I let loose with huge loads of thick, ropy cum
that covered her belly and her tits, too.
She was covered with cum.
After a few minutes, she got up and went
running into the water, washing the cum from her belly and tits.
Robbie and I raced to the water, and I got out and sat back on the
towel, opened my cooler, and took out a beer. That’s the
way it’s supposed to be, I thought. Me, sitting on the
beach, having a beer, and the kids playing in the surf...
--- B. B., Florida
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