Call me Johnny
This is a story I wrote in 2015. I’ve reworked it, and hopefully did a better job of editing this time.
All Characters are at least 18 years of age. (Word Count = 16,425)
Call me Johnny
It’s funny how things can suddenly change when you least expect it. A few years ago, on a hot summer night, I was just sipping an ice-cold beer and watching the big round Florida sun sink behind the trees.
I had my feet up on the wood railing of my deck, listening as the evening chatter began. I could hear the crickets chirping and the birds squawking for space as they got ready to roost for the night.
It was peaceful, and for the most part, I’d been enjoying my retirement. It was sad that my wife hadn’t lived long enough to enjoy it with me. Such is life as you get older; friends and family begin leaving this world behind.
Not having Marge around made the days seem long, and the nights empty and cold. I was only sixty-two and still healthy and fit for the most part. Chopping wood was my health club. The exercise left me sweaty and refreshed at the same time.
It’s not that I needed that much wood, but it was a form of mental health I’d developed. I’d make myself sweat and work so hard that I’d forget being lonely, at least until the next day when it would come back again.
You see, I just love the smell of wood smoke, whether I needed fire or not. Most times, I’d build a big fire in front of the cabin at night and watch different pairs of eyes reflecting back at me from the woods. Sometimes I’d even throw a beer bottle at them! I mean, it was something to do, but I’d have to go pick it up the next day.
Usually, the fire kept the critters at bay, and ever since a bear had trashed my cabin one day, I made it a point to keep that fire going at night. No matter how lonely you get, wrestling a bear was low on my list.
They say when you retire, you need a hobby, and mine was exploring every nook and cranny of my lake.
It was a huge lake with many little rivers feeding it. Small rivers with just enough flow to keep it from being a damn swap. It was just perfect for flying up around blind bends on my jet ski. Somedays, I’d pack a lunch, a small fishing pole, and some beer. I’d be gone all day just trying to find that perfect fishing hole. With over a hundred miles of rivers to explore, I became pretty good at dodging gators and handling the machine I’d bought.
Anyway, like I said, I was just sitting there when my cell phone rang. I actually jumped because nobody ever called me anymore. Most of my friends my age had either moved away or were dead. I looked at the display and didn’t recognize the number. But I answered it hoping to cuss out some salesman for ruining my peace and tranquility! I didn’t need any siding or a new roof as far as I was concerned.
“Dad…is that you?”
It was my daughter Zena! Yeah, I know it’s a weird name, but that was the one my wife wanted to give her, and so it was. I was a bit surprised because I usually only heard from her once a year on my birthday, which was still ten months away.
“Zena, it’s not my birthday yet!” I teased her.
“I know dad, I needed to talk to you.”
I realized she wasn’t in the best mood, so I stopped my comedy routine, “Sure, what’s wrong?” I asked, “You need a loan?”
“It’s a bit worse than that, dad,” She sighed, “I’m getting a divorce from Sam.”
“I don’t want to talk about it right now,” She said, “What I really need is to get out of this state!”
You see, my daughter and granddaughter, Traci, had been living in California for years. I had to try and remember exactly the last time I’d seen them as she kept talking.
“Dad, I know it’s a pain, but could we stay with you until I find a new job out there?”
“Uh, sure…If you need a place to stay, come on out.”
“Thanks, dad, we’ll be out tomorrow!”
Zena gave me the flight numbers and said she’d get a rental car. I hung up, wondering what the hell had happened. Either way, it would be good to see her and Traci again.
It had been four years since I’d seen them at the funeral. I got another beer and watched the sun disappear behind the tree line across the lake. Just sitting there pondering what had happened to my daughter’s long time marriage.
It was already hot on July 9th when they arrived. In fact, it was so humid the only saving thing was the light breeze coming off the lake. I was in my swimming suit and tank top when the rental car pulled into the driveway. Zena looked tired when she got out but smiled real big as she came over and hugged me.
“Thanks so much for letting us stay.”
“Hi, grandpa!” Traci’s voice from behind us made me let go of Zena and look over at my granddaughter.
“Hi, Traci!” I looked and was surprised at how much she’d changed.
Traci tossed her black hair behind her head and hugged me. The last time I’d seen her, she was fourteen, and now at eighteen, she had grown into a beautiful young woman.
“God, it’s hot!” She said when she let go of me.
“You sort of get used to it,” I told her.
“I doubt it, Gramps!” She laughed.
I hated being reminded of my age and asked, “Will you just call me Johnny…I really hate gramps.”
Traci laughed, “Sure, gramps…I mean, Johnny!”
Traci wandered down to the dock while I helped Zena get the 6 bags of luggage into the cabin! It was a good thing I’d purchased a three-bedroom spread. From all the bags, it looked like the two of them would soon overrun my place! It was late afternoon by the time the girls had all of their stuff unpacked.
I had some burgers grilling over the fire pit out front when they came out at last.
“That smells so good!” Traci remarked and came over to watch me cooking, “I could eat all of those!”
“You’ll get fat that way,” I told her.
“No way, I eat all the time and don’t gain a pound!”
I had to believe her because she had a perfect figure. Long black hair that ended at her shoulders, and I caught myself looking a bit too long at her nice round teenage boobs. I may have been old, but that never stopped me from window shopping, even when I was married. I appreciated a fine looking woman, even if it was my own granddaughter.
“Hey, dad, I’m starved!” Zena said, breaking my stare as she walked up with wet strawberry blonde hair hanging down limp.
“Almost done,” I told her, “Get some plates ready.”
The girls came out of the house with paper plate’s buns, beans, and all the stuff that makes a grilled burger meal taste great. I watched them setting the picnic table as I turned the burgers one last time. Zena didn’t look much different than she had at 30, I noticed. She was still trim, and had nice looking long legs, and had maintained her figure.
The only thing that had changed much was her boobs. I didn’t recall them being that big before, and I wondered if she’d had them enlarged. That really wasn’t any of my business, but it was hard not to notice them. Even at forty, she had the looks to make men turn their heads. Thinking that made me wonder why the divorce?
As we sat down to eat, I realized that it had been too long since I’d had a woman in my life. Don’t get me wrong. I had met several women interested in me after my wife passed, but it just hadn’t worked out. I still had a desire for them, but my plumbing wasn’t the same as it had been when I was younger.
I think it started going wrong about five years before. My wife had made me go see a doctor because I started having trouble getting an erection. Then it got worse, and instead of Cumming like a fire hose, it just dribbled out the end. The doctor gave me some Viagra when he couldn’t find anything else wrong, so I tried it.
It worked for getting me hard, but I thought I would pass out when I had an orgasm. It was so bad that I threw them away and never retook them. In the last few years, I’d accepted the fact I wasn’t going to be the stud I was in my youth. Back then, I could fuck all night, and my wife got a long thick cock almost every night of our long marriage.
It took me a long time to accept that my penis just didn’t work like it used to in the good ole days. Sad but true, and I’d done my best to accept it by keeping busy and staying away from temptation. There is nothing more frustrating than getting turned on and not being able to do anything about it!
I snapped out of it when I heard Zena say, “Dad, can you keep Traci busy tomorrow while I look for a job?”
“Uh, sure.” I replied, “You don’t want to relax for a few days, first?”
“I’d love to, but I really need to get a job. Traci wants to go to college next fall, and I need all the help I can get.”
“Johnny, what’s there to do around here?” Traci spoke up as she wolfed down her second burger.
“I have a jet ski.”
“Oh, cool! Can I drive it?”
“Have you driven one before?”
“No, but you could teach me!”
“She’d love that, dad,” Zena said, “Just don’t let her run it into a tree.”
“Mom!” Traci said, looking indignant.
“She wrecked her car into a tree one night after partying!” Zena added, rolling her eyes at me.
“I wasn’t drunk, MOM!”
“Just high as a kite!” Zena scolded.
“Ahhhh, shit!” Traci groaned and got up and went down to the lake.
“What’s that all about?” I asked.
“Just crazy teen stuff,” Zena replied, “Traci is a wild child, and it’s best if she lives here instead of party city.”
“Not much of that around here.”
“Good, maybe she’ll make 19 before she’s pregnant!”
I let that comment go because I didn’t want to hear about my granddaughter’s sex life. I remembered when I was that age; I was fucking any girl who was willing to pull her panties off. I sure did miss those days, but like I said, it was too late for me.
I changed the subject, “So are you going to tell me what happened with you and Sam?”
Zena sighed, “The usual, he was cheating on me.”
“I found photos on his phone of him and five different bimbos!”
“That wasn’t very smart on his part,” I mumbled.
Zena gave me the evil eye, “Did you ever cheat on mom?”
“No, but to tell you the truth, I thought about it a few times.”
“I don’t know, maybe it’s in our DNA?”
“That’s all you men think about!”
“It’s not just guys; it takes two to make it happen, Zena.”
She looked at me, “Yeah… and there are plenty of bimbos willing to help out!”
“I’m sorry about what happened,” I told her, “You’ll find someone else one of these days.”
“Not on your life! Look, let’s not talk about it anymore, Dad.”
My daughter rounded up Traci, and they went in the house to bed. I sat out on the porch in the peace and quiet with a beer, wondering if I’d survive them being there. Not that I didn’t love them, but I was used to being by myself all the time. I knew it was going to take some getting used to. The next morning I got up early like usual. I was half-way through my bowl of instant oatmeal when Zena came out dressed up and looking fresh.
“Hi, Dad, how’s this look?”
“You look great!” I had to admit.
“I’m going into town job hunting; can you watch Traci while I’m gone?” She asked as she started fixing a bowl of cereal.
“Sure, but why does she need watching? She’s not a kid anymore.”
Zena sat down across from me with a steaming cup of coffee and her cereal, “No, she’s not, but she has a knack for getting into trouble.”
“Sounds like you when you were her age,” I replied.
Zena laughed, “Yeah, I guess that’s true enough. When teen hormones start racing through you, it’s hard to be good,” She smiled at me and sipped her coffee.
“No problem out here,” I told her and grabbed my own cup, “Nobody lives out here but old retired men, and they live miles away.”
“This place sure is out in the woods,” She replied, between bites of cereal, “But that girl has her own mind about everything!”
“Nothing wrong with that,” I told her, “I’ll keep her busy fishing.”
Zena started laughing, “Now that I’d like to see! I don’t think Traci is the outdoors type. She’d rather be hanging out at the mall.”
“Nearest mall is 50 miles from here if she wants to walk.”
“Well, dad, do your best, and good luck!”
Zena hurried to finish her breakfast, “I’m not sure how long I’ll be gone, but I’ll bring home a pizza or something.”
“There’s a general store a few miles from here.”
“I saw that on the way in. Wish me luck!”
I stood up and gave her a hug, and those big boobs of hers were getting in the way, “Thanks for letting us stay here, dad.”
“You can stay as long as you want,” I told her but was hoping it wouldn’t be that long.
Zena waved as she headed down the mile-long dirt driveway to the main road. I sat around and had another cup of coffee before heading out to do my daily wood chopping chore. I liked to do it the old fashioned way, with an ax and a stump for splitting the wood. It was still early in the morning and already getting warm, so I got to work before it got too hot.
It was around ten when Traci came out of the cabin in shorts and a sleeveless top that fit her like a second skin. Her black hair was still wet, and I guessed she’d been in the shower. She had a cup of coffee and sat down in the lawn chair next to the stack of split wood.
I was in my swimming trunks and tennis shoes. I was soaked with sweat, and Traci waved at me as I split more wood. It was a little strange seeing her watching me swing the ax over and over again. I worked on the last log when she ran for the house and came back with a towel.
“Here.” She smiled and handed it to me.
“Thanks!” I told her and ran the towel over my head.
I still had hair but kept it cut short. It had turned steel gray over the years and sort of stood out from my tan.
“You do this every day?” Traci asked, pointing at the stack of split firewood.
“Yep, it keeps me in shape and lets me clear my head.”
Traci watched me wipe my chest and arms free of sweat, “You look in shape for a …” She stopped.
“Old man?” I laughed at her attempt to not insult me.
“I didn’t mean it that way, Gramps.”
“Johnny. Call me, Johnny.”
“Sorry, I mean Johnny.”
“It’s okay; I’m not a young buck anymore.”
“You look pretty buff, better than some of the guys I know back home.”
Traci walked over as I wiped my sweaty legs off. It was kind of strange the way she was looking at me.
“What?” I said, standing up to face her.
“I’ve never seen white chest hair before,” She laughed, looking at the carpet on my chest.
“Oh well, you’ll be old and grey someday too.”
Traci was peering at my chest hair, “Is it white all over?”
“What do you mean?”
“Like down below,” She laughed, pointing at my crotch.
“Yes, if you must know.”
“Let me see…I don’t believe it!”
“I don’t think that’s appropriate.”
“Come on, just a peek.”
“I suppose you won’t stop bugging me until you see for yourself.”
Her big brown eyes got big as I just pulled the front of my suit down far enough for her to see my pubic hair and nothing else.
“There you happy now?”
“Wow, it is white!”
I pulled the edge of my suit back up and hung the wet towel on the pile of split wood to dry.
“I need a beer,” I told her and headed for the house.
Traci followed me, “You’re going to start drinking already?”
“Why not? Nobody around for miles, and I’ve earned it!”
Traci was sitting on the front porch when I came out and sat down with my beer. She looked bored, and I wondered how long she would be able to stand living out here in the woods.
“What are we going to do all day?” She finally asked.
“I usually take the Jet Ski out and do some fishing,” I told her, “You like to fish?”
“That sounds yucky…but I could work on my tan while you fish!”
“Okay, I’ll make us some lunch to bring along.”
“Cool!” Traci’s face lit up, “I’m going to put my suit on!” And she ran in the cabin, letting the screen door bang shut.
I got my backpack and packed some sandwiches and chips. I was happy there was still enough room for a 6-pack of beer and my collapsible fishing pole. I made sure I had plenty of lures and headed out the door as Traci showed up with a big beach bag.
“Is there room for this?” She asked me.
“I think so… come on.”
I led her down to the dock, and my pride and joy! It was tied up and full of gas, waiting for me like usual.
“Wow!” Traci said when she saw the monster 3-person Jet Ski.
It was dark grey with red stripes and a long bench seat big enough for 3 people to straddle and ride in comfort. You know there is nothing like putting a lot of horsepower between your legs and flying across the water!
“What’s this mean?” Traci asked, seeing the custom “JJS” painted on the sides.
“That stands for “Johnny’s Jet Ski!” I told her proudly.
“Cute, let me drive it!”
I spent 15 minutes teaching her all the controls before I’d let her take control. Once that was done, I secured the backpack and her bag with bungee cords behind the seat’s end and told her to untie it and get on.
“What about life jackets?” Traci asked.
“Do you know how to swim?”
“I don’t like them, but you can run-up to the shed and get one if you want.”
“That’s okay. I want to go now.”
Traci untied the rope and got on the ski in front of me. I got on behind her, and we started the engine. She took the handlebars, and we idled out from the doc.
I pointed towards a river on the other side of the lake, “Go up that river, and take it easy at first.”
I wrapped my arms around her waist to hold on. She leaned back against me, “I never knew you cared, Johnny!”
Before I could say anything, she gunned it wide open, and we shot off like a bullet. Traci laughing all the way as I held on tight to her. I have to give her credit; she was a natural at driving the Jet Ski. And a total adrenaline junky who loved speed. It didn’t take long until we were at the mouth of the river. I also noticed she wasn’t a soft girl; her body was hard as a rock as I held on for dear life.
She slowed down to a crawl before we went in, “What now?”
“Follow this upriver… it winds back and forth, and watch out for logs…they might be gators!”
“Yeah, don’t knock us off unless you want to be eaten.”
That thought slowed her down, and we cruised much slower as she drove us up the twisting river.
About 3 miles ahead, I saw the place I wanted, “Up there where the sand beach is.”
Traci drove us up to the beach and stopped.
“Just idle up and beach it on the sand.”
She did what I told her, and she made a perfect landing, “How’d I do?” She asked as she stood up and jumped off into the ankle-deep water.
“Perfect!” I told her and went to unhook our bags.
I started to unpack my bag and put the beer in the water. It wouldn’t be ice cold, but it was better than hot! Traci was looking around and shaking her legs in her baggy shorts, “God, my crotch is tingling!” She laughed, “That thing is the world’s biggest vibrator!”
I looked up at her, “Say what?”
“Nothing,” And she giggled again.
I started to put my fishing pole together, and she asked, “Are you really going to fish?”
“Sure, you want to try?”
“No way, I think I’ll work on my tan.”
Traci dug out a beach towel and spread it out, facing the sun. Then she pulled off her baggy T-shirt and shorts, and I had to stare at the tiniest bikini I’d ever seen!
She saw me looking at her, “What?”
“Your mom lets you wear that in public?”
Traci laughed, “Yeah, what’s wrong with it?”
The dark blue bikini top had little triangles of nylon that barely covered her nipples. The bottoms were well below her hip bones and had enough material to almost make a handkerchief!
“It’s a bit small,” I told her.
“This is my granny suit,” Traci laughed, “I’ve got one that is smaller.”
She spun around, and the only thing covered on her butt was the crack.
“This is an old fashion in California!” She told me when she was facing me again.
I saw a little tattoo of Sylvester, the Puddy-Cat on her left hip bone. Just his face with his tongue sticking out.
She noticed me looking at it, “You like my little pussy?” and stuck out her hip showing the tattoo off, “I got him for my eighteenth birthday.”
When she said little pussy, my eyes glanced down between her legs. I could see her camel toe with ease. Outlined was a puffy mound covered by the tight nylon bottoms.
“It’s very nice looking,” I told her and went back to putting the pole together.
Traci laughed at her little joke on me and sat down on her towel. She started putting on baby oil as I walked down to the water and started casting.
I have to tell you how much I love to fish, even if I’m not catching anything. That morning I had a few nibbles but no good hits on my lure. So, I wandered up and down the river bank for about an hour as Traci sunbathed. When I got back, I grabbed a beer because it was getting hot and humid.
Suddenly Traci was there and asked for a beer from behind me. I said sure and almost spit my beer out when she waded into the water topless! I watched her in shock as she squatted down and pulled a beer from the plastic 6-pack holder and stood back up.
“Jesus Traci!” I told her, “Put your top back on!”
She looked at me like I was crazy! “Why? I don’t want any tan lines.” And popped the beer open, standing about 4 feet away from me.
“Uh, I don’t think you should be topless around here!”
“Who’s going to see?” She asked and took a drink.
“Me for one!”
She looked at me funny, “I’m sure you’ve seen boobs before.”
“Yeah, but I’m you’re Grandpa Traci…it’s not right.”
“Don’t be such a prude, Johnny,” She laughed, “It’s not like we are screwing in front of everyone!”
I was at a loss of words as she stood there, enjoying my discomfort.
“What if somebody comes by?” I finally asked without staring at her nice teenage tits.
“You said there is nobody around for miles…so stop freaking out on me!” She huffed, “Back home, us kids hung out at the nude beaches all the time.”
I snapped out of it a bit, “Yeah, it’s rare to see somebody come up this river. Just don’t go telling your mom I let you run around naked.”
“Our little secret is safe with me,” Traci grinned and came closer, “Besides, I’m not naked.”
I just stared at her with my mouth open until she spoke again.
“Tell me the truth Johnny… are they too small?” She asked.
“What?” I replied, not looking at her.
“My boobs, what else?” Traci said, putting her hands around them.
Traci was only about 5’5″ and maybe a hundred pounds. Her boobs looked like two large grapefruits on her small frame. Nice and tan like the rest of her slim little hard body. Her nipples were even a nice deep brown, and they looked the perfect size for her.
“Too small for what?” I said, after looking them over.
“You know…to turn a guy on.”
“I think any guy would love them,” Slipped out of my mouth before I could stop myself.
“Thanks!” Traci smiled and wandered back to her towel.
I fidgeted with my pole and went back to fishing. But I wasn’t really even thinking about fishing. I was trying to act like it didn’t matter that Traci had been flirting with me. I really wasn’t sure what to do about her? Zena had been right…she was a handful, and I hoped she would put her top back on soon. I walked off, pretending to fish like nothing had happened.
“California must be a crazy place!” was all I could think. Either that or my granddaughter was what I hated to think… a little slut.
I mean, there’s nothing wrong with that. I always loved women that liked to put out. But, it was my granddaughter, and that changed my thinking.
The sun was beating down by the time I got back, and I headed for the beer without looking up at Traci. I popped it open and took a few drinks. I finally had to look to see what she was doing, and when I did, I almost shit!
Traci was lying on her towel a few yards closer to the water than before. She had her T-shirt over her face to block the sun, and she was completely naked!
Her tan body glossy from baby oil looked like polished mahogany. I couldn’t help but stare at her because she was lying on her back, and her legs were slightly apart. I could see her little pussy as clear as day. It was perfect, with just a tiny patch of neatly trimmed black pubes above her slit.
I stared at her puffy little pussy lips and the bud of her clit. While I was gawking, a fly landed on it, and her hand came up and brushed it away. Then she rubbed it like it itched, and I could see pink as her lips parted briefly.
Something happened to me then that hadn’t happened in a year. My dick started to get hard on its own, and I couldn’t stop it. I did the only thing I could. I waded out until my crotch was underwater. Quickly wading over to my jet ski and acted like I was checking the jet drive.
It had been at least a year since I’d had a hard-on. And that had required me to look at porn and play with it for an hour! To make matters worse, Traci woke up and headed down my way.
“What you doing?” She asked, stark naked and heading for the beer.
“Checking the drive, but it looks okay!” I told her and headed for neck-deep water.
“God, I’m burning up!” She called back, “I hope there is some beer left!”
I watched amazed as she bent over and fished a beer out of the shallow water. I had a perfect view of her nice little round ass and that perfect little teen pussy between her legs.
“You want another?” She asked, standing back up and looking at me with this wicked grin.
Traci bent back over again, slower this time, and that’s when I knew she was teasing me. She was purposely showing me her pussy to see what I would do about it!
I had to pull my suit down enough to let my cock out. It was throbbing and rock hard. I was glad the water was murky when Traci brought a beer out to me. I didn’t know what would happen if she saw my hard cock. And more afraid that I wouldn’t be able to stop if she wanted it.
Traci stood there a few feet away from me, drinking her beer. I drank mine and tried to forget that my dick was sticking out under the water like a steel rod. All I could think about was the vision of her little pussy between her legs. She was so thin I bet it would be tight as hell to fuck her.
The only thing that saved me was focusing on the fact she was my granddaughter. I concentrated on that, and my cock began to deflate. It was a shame to waste the only hard-on I’d had in a year, but it was the right thing to do. I mean, I’d never been an angel, but I really didn’t want to go down that road even if my granddaughter was acting like a slut.
“Can we head back soon?” Traci asked me, “I’m going to get sunburned if we stay out much longer.”
“Sure, we can go as soon as you want.”
“Okay, let me get my stuff,” Traci said and waded back up towards the shore.
I refused to look at her as she got out of the water and put her suit back on. I couldn’t take a chance now that my cock had finally gone dormant again. I was relieved when I looked up, and she had her baggy clothes back on. I packed the bags, and she wanted me to drive us back to the cabin.
I also realized that so much had happened that we’d never eaten lunch! I’d been so stressed I’d forgotten all about the food.
On the way back, she was hugging me tight around the waist. I could feel her lovely firm tits and the side of her face on my back the whole way. I was glad I controlled my cock, which was threatening to get hard again. I almost laughed out loud when I realized Traci was…”Teenage Viagra!”
“If I could package it into pill form, I’d be rich!” I thought but kept it to myself.
When we got back and unloaded, we headed up the dock to the cabin.
I watched her go in the cabin for a shower as I sat down to finish off the leftover warm beer.
“That was a close one!” I thought as I pounded down the beer.
Then I realized it wasn’t over yet unless Zena found a job already. I started feeling guilty about those nasty things I’d thought of doing to Traci when she was bent over, showing me her little pussy. God, she was something else! It had been all I could do to control my urge to fuck my own granddaughter!
I looked up at the sky and asked for forgiveness and the strength to remain pure.
When Zena got back, she was exhausted from dropping resumes all over town. Not to mention the 35-mile drive each way. I made up for it by grilling steaks instead of eating the cold Chinese food she’d brought home with her.
After dinner, we sat around the fire. I was drinking my beer, and Zena had brought a bottle of wine home with her. Even Traci had a few beers and a glass of wine.
“I’m going to crash…I’m tired as hell,” Traci said around 10 pm, and we bid her a good night.
No sooner than she was gone, Zena asked me how the day went. I told her the truth, even the part about her sunbathing topless. I did leave out the part where she was totally naked.
“I told you that girl is something else!”
“Yeah, she’s a free spirit for sure.”
“So, what did you do when she was prancing around topless?”
“I ignored her for the most part.”
“Good, she hates being ignored,” Zena replied with a laugh.
“Well, if she wants to run around topless, there isn’t anyone to see her out here except me.”
“I swear that girl is boy crazy!” Zena told me, “Back in California, she was always out chasing guys.”
“I remember you did a little of that too.”
“Oh yeah…I forgot about all that.” Zena chuckled.
“You don’t remember getting grounded for sneaking that Bill Bower kid into your bedroom?” I asked, suddenly remembering that night.
Zena started laughing, “Oh my God! I forgot all about that, Dad! That was horrible getting caught by you and mom!”
“So don’t be so hard on her. You were a bit of a wild child yourself.” I replied.
“Yeah, I guess so, Traci’s eighteen now, but it’s hard to stop being a mom.”
“Well, pretty soon, she will be married, and you can sit around all alone like me.”
“That’s sad. Why don’t you find someone to keep you company?”
“Too late for that. I’m used to being by myself now.”
“Well, if Traci gives you any more trouble, let me know.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll ignore her.”
“Good luck with that!” Zena replied.
The next day Traci was up early, and helped me chop wood. Zena had gone job hunting, and this time I cooked burgers for lunch. After we ate, Traci wanted to go jet skiing and exploring, so I packed up some beer, and off we went. I took her to a little cove that was a favorite of mine.
It was just off another river and was about 6 miles from the north end of the lake. Traci spread out her towel, and I left her to try my luck fishing around the sides of the cove as she sunbathed topless again. When I got thirsty, I came back for a beer, and she sat up, asking me to bring her one.
I grabbed the whole 6-pack and took it with me and sat down next to her. Fortunately, Traci kept her bikini bottoms on, and I didn’t have to worry about getting hard in front of her. Not that she didn’t look amazing sitting there with her perky tits on full display.
“Are there any guys my age around here?” She asked at last.
“Nope, just us old farts.”
“I thought so…too bad.”
“Getting lonely?” I asked her and opened another beer.
“Yeah, a little…and that jet ski doesn’t help much.”
“What do you mean?”
“No, what’s that mean? I thought you liked driving it.”
She sighed, “I do but, promise not to laugh.”
“All the vibration makes me horny!”
I couldn’t help it and started laughing, “It doesn’t do anything for me!”
“You’re a guy,” She said, “You don’t know what all that vibration does to a girl!”
“I can imagine.”
“How come you have so much control?” Traci asked.
“What do you mean?”
“I run around naked, and you don’t even seem to notice!”
“Oh, that,” I told her, “I’m not supposed to look at you… you’re my granddaughter.”
“Marci’s dad didn’t care about that.”
I opened another beer because the conversation had suddenly got interesting. I gave another to Traci to keep her talking.
“Thanks! Marci was this friend of mine back in California. She used to do it with her Dad whenever her mom was gone.”
“She probably just said that to sound cool or something,” I replied, not believing a word of it.
“No, really, she showed us pictures on her phone, and it was her dad all right!”
“How do you know?”
“Because I spent the night with her one time, and he was hitting on me. I wouldn’t let him do me even though he was pretty cute. I had to give him a blow-job to make him quit.”
I almost spit out my beer but controlled it, “You better never tell your mom about that!”
“No, shit!” Traci laughed, “I had this other girlfriend that did it with her brother all the time!”
“We saw them go into the bedroom at a party, so we listened, and they were doing it all right!”
“I guess they do some wild stuff in California.”
“Yeah, I can’t wait to go back there. People don’t care how hard you party!” She laughed and chugged her beer down.
I was starting to understand what my daughter had said about Traci. She sounded like she was going to be a party girl when she got to college! I’d fucked a few party girls when I was in college, and it had been wild times alright. It sort of made me wish I could go back and do it all over again. We finished off the beer, and Traci put her top and T-shirt back on.
“Had enough sun?”
“Yeah, let’s go back and get some more beer.”
We got back around 4 pm, and Zena wasn’t back yet. That was a good thing because I’d given Traci a few too many beers. She was pretty tipsy, and I was sure her mom wouldn’t appreciate it.
“The last one before your mom gets home,” I told Traci and gave her the beer.
We sat there on the front porch looking out over the lake and sipping our beers.
“Johnny, can I ask you something?”
“Sure, what’s up?”
“If you and I were the last two people on earth, what would you do?”
“Try to survive.”
She gave me a frown, “No, I mean about us?”
“NOTHING?” She replied with fire in her eyes, “You don’t think I’m sexy enough for you?”
I sighed, “It’s not that, and I really don’t want to talk about it.”
“Come on, I told you some of my secrets!” She begged, “You mean if I was the last woman on earth, you wouldn’t do me?”
I needed to shut her down before it went too far, “I’ve had this problem for about five years now.”
“You’re gay!” She said, “I knew that’s what it had to be! Most guys drool when they see me naked!”
“No, I’m not gay!”
“Then what…you have some terrible disease?”
“Yeah, it’s called old age.”
“What’s that got to do with it?” She replied, looking confused.
“I can’t get it up anymore for some reason.”
“Wow, that really happens to guys?”
“Yeah, it does.”
“That sucks. Can’t you take a pill or something?”
“I tried that, and it almost killed me.”
She sat back, “I’m sorry I asked,” She told me, “If I couldn’t have sex anymore, I wouldn’t want to live! Oh shit! I’m sorry I said that!”
“Don’t worry about it. I got used to it after a few years.”
Traci was silent after that, and when Zena drove in, she told us good night and went to bed.
“What’s with her?” Zena asked.
“She had a long day and a few beers.”
“Oh…well, I had a few drinks myself!” She told me, “Look what I brought home!”
It was a bottle of cinnamon schnapps, and she sat down and opened it up. I had a shot with her, and she ran back to the car for some cold pizza. I didn’t mind, and we ate it as the sky got dark to the north. I could see the giant thunderheads and lightning, “It’s going to storm in an hour or so,” I mentioned looking at the sky.
“I hate storms!” Zena replied with a frown.
I remembered then that she’d been afraid of storms ever since she was little.
“We’ll be alright, don’t worry about it.”
“I won’t…I’ll be too drunk to care!” She laughed and took a slug from the schnapps.
“How come you want to drink so much?” I asked her, which seemed to be my own problem lately.
“If I can’t find a job, I want to be a drunk!” She said like she was giving a presidential address, “A good old drunken loser!”
“You’re not a loser, Zena. Lots of people get divorced.”
She burst into tears, “I gave him everything, and he shit on his own daughter and me!”
I held her and let her cry it out before I sent her to bed. I shut the door as the wind began to pick up. I watched the leaves began to swirl around the ground as the first drops of rain began to fall. I shut my curtains.
“Fuck, what a day!” I mumbled and crawled under my covers.
The bed was spinning to the left slowly, and I realized I shouldn’t have had those last two shots. Lightning flashed, and the cabin shook when the thunder boomed right after the flash. I was too drunk to care and fell asleep as the rain began to hit the roof so hard it sounded like bacon frying in a pan.
Now I don’t usually remember dreams, but that night I had a doozy! I guess seeing Traci running around half-naked must have triggered my subconscious.
Traci and I had the Jet Ski parked on the beach of my little fishing cove in my dream. I was lying back on my jet ski bench, and Traci was facing me completely naked. She had her hand wrapped around the base of my cock and was leaning forward, licking the head. I was surprised by how hard it was and even more surprised when Traci started sucking it!
Traci’s black hair was in a ponytail, and she kept her big brown eyes on mine as she sucked my cock into her mouth again and began to bob her head on it. Her perky tits were bouncing slightly, and her dark nipples stuck out in hardpoints.
I knew it was a dream even while I had it, but I wanted it to go on forever! It seemed so real that I could feel her tongue inside her warm wet mouth slipping around my cock quickly, and God, it felt so good! I kept watching her sucking my cock until she stood up, straddling the bench seat, and started to rub her pussy.
Then she moved up over me, rubbing my cock between her hot juicy pussy lips. She sank down on it and sat back until it was all the way up in her tight teenage twat.
In my dream, Traci just kept looking down at me. With her palms on my chest as she rode up and down on my cock. Pounding her pussy down harder and harder. My balls felt wet from her juices, and her pussy was making wet noises each time it smacked all the way down to the base of my dick. Traci started to pump quicker and threw her head back and let out a yell of pleasure when she came.
But it wasn’t really a yell like you’d expect…it was booming thunder that woke me up!
The beach was gone, and the room was dark except for the bright flashes of lightning every couple of seconds. I wasn’t sure what the hell was happening because none of it made sense as I came awake from my drunken dream.
The first thing that I noticed was that my dick really was hard! The second realization was that it was all the way inside of hot juicy pussy! The lightning flashed again, and I saw her on top of me. I thought it was Traci, but her boobs were too big.
Another flash of light and I saw it was Zena! Her eyes were closed and her head back, her pussy was slamming all the way down on my cock fast, and she was holding back little moans. The next flash and boom of lightning hit, and I felt her vagina tighten up around my dick and start pulsing quickly as she came.
Another quick flash and her thighs were shaking like crazy as she ground her pussy in little circles around the base of my dick. Then she collapsed down on top of me and realized I was fully awake and looking at her.
“Oh, my God!” She gave a startled little gasp, “I thought you were passed out…oh God!” and she started to cry as she got off me and my wet dick slapped down on my stomach. She rolled onto her back and mumbled between tears, “I can’t believe what I just did!”
I was still stunned as she rolled over, put her face next to mine, “Dad, I’m sorry I’m such a loser! God, please forgive me!”
Her breath smelled like pure schnapps, and I wondered if she had gotten back up and drunk it all.
“I was scarred from the storm…I came in here to sleep with you, and it was…I mean, you were so hard.”
“Shhhhh, it’s okay, baby,” I told her as her face lit up occasionally from the lightning.
“No…I…see I drank too much, and I haven’t had sex in a year…I couldn’t help it…GOD!” She groaned and laid her face on my chest hair and cried even harder.
I rolled her on her back and kissed her tears running down her cheek, “Shush, it’s okay baby,”
I told her, and my dick was so hard it began to ache.
I didn’t even think about what I was doing. My hand ran down Zena’s tummy and between her legs. My morals had gone someplace far away as I began to rub her puffy wet pussy.
She jerked when my finger slid over her clit, and her tears and crying began to slowly turn into little moans as I kept rubbing her pussy. I sucked one of her big hard nipples, and she let out a soft groan and ran her fingers through my buzz-cut hair.
I moved down, kissing her tummy to her belly button and then lower still. Her legs opened wide, and I slid down all the way and put my face in her crotch. Her pussy was wet and hot as my tongue slipped between her lips. I heard her moan in between claps of thunder as I licked her wet cunt.
When she bucked her hips and came again on my mouth, I wanted her badly. My own daughter pulled me up on top of her and started kissing me hotly as the soft tip of my penis found her wet entrance.
“I need you so bad!” Zena hissed and grabbed my ass with both hands pulling me deep into her.
I didn’t even try to resist and pushed my cock all the way up inside of her warm juicy vagina.
It had been three years since I’d had any kind of sex. My daughter’s pussy was so wet and hot that I slipped in without any problem. She let out a groan as I pushed it as deep as I could…until my balls were smashed against her body.
Hot alcohol breath on my lips whispered, “God, it’s so big…you feel sooo good…OOohhhhhhhh my GOD!” She grunted as I started to fuck her as deeply as I could.
I got up on my palms above her as she pulled her legs wider apart by the back of her knees. Her feet were pointed straight up in the air as I pumped her harder and faster. Enjoying the hot wet depths of her body as I fucked my own sweet daughter like she was my wife.
“Oh, GOD…OOohhh…OH OH OH, GOD!” Zena started to grunt as her big boobs jiggled back and forth under me, “Fuck me…OH YEAH! Unhhh GOD YESssss…Don’t stop…Unhhh…make me CUM AGAIN!”
I was about to cum along with her and expected the usual dribble out the end when I did. But something happened that changed everything. I felt my balls getting tight, and my orgasm was a mere second away as Zena moaned under me.
Zena let out a yell, and her thighs began to shake. Even her feet pointed straight up in the air, wiggled wildly as she came!
Zena’s pussy tightened up around my shaft, and I felt a rush of cum push through some kind of blockage. I felt a quick sharp pain and then relief.
It was like the dam had burst, and I came more than I had in years! Seven or eight long hard blasts shot out the end of my penis deep into Zena’s quivering cunt!
I felt like I was 25 again, and my orgasm was so intense it made my toes curl up!
“OH GOD YESSSS!” Zena cried out, “CUM IN MEeeeeee Oh FUCK!” I felt one of her hands reach around her thigh and hold my balls gently as my cock jerked slower and slower until it quit at last.
I let myself down on top of her big warm boobs, and she put an arm around my neck and pulled me down for a passionate kiss. I left my cock buried in her nice warm cunt as we kissed.
“God, your cum feels so hot inside me!” she whispered and was still shivering from her orgasm.
I couldn’t believe I’d just fucked my own daughter! I was on top of her, my cock still giving little jerks as the last of my load leaked out inside her.
After the intense orgasm, the alcohol reasserted itself, and I fell asleep as the storm continued to rage. When I woke up late in the morning, the sun was shining in the window, and my head felt foggy when I sat up. I was shocked to see it was almost 10:00 am!
I stood up and arched my back and stretched with my arms in the air. At just that moment, I heard Traci outside the door.
“Hey, are you ever going to get up!” and the door popped open as she stuck her head in.
I was facing her with my arms up in the air and completely naked.
“OH SHIT!” Traci shouted, “Sorry!” and closed the door.
In those two seconds that she saw me, I saw her eyes get big when she saw my semi-hard dick hanging there in plain sight.
“Great!” I thought, “The girl is already horny enough without seeing that!”
I was taking a hot shower and burning off the cobwebs in my head before I remembered what had happened during the night. I finished my shower, still not believing it had really happened. When I got a clean set of shorts on, I turned around to flip the covers back over the bed just to make sure.
There was no doubt when I saw the large cum stain on my sheets where Zena had been under me.
“Shit!” I thought and covered it with the blanket, “It really had happened even though I didn’t ask for it.”
When I came out, Traci was nowhere in sight. I grabbed a cup of coffee and went outside, where it was already at least 80 degrees. It was already too warm for chopping wood. I walked down the side of the cabin towards the back to find Traci.
As I went around the corner, I saw her and stepped back quickly. I peeked around, wondering if my eyes were deceiving me. Sure enough, Traci was leaning back against the sidewall of the shed. Apparently, she was masturbating because her hand was down the front of her shorts and moving fast.
I stepped back and went out front before she saw me. I sat down on the front porch and sipped my coffee, waiting for her to finish. The girl was obviously horny, and I felt sorry for her because she was trapped out here with no boys her own age. I wasn’t about to help her out because I felt guilty enough about what had happened with Zena.
I wasn’t even sure what I was going to do about Zena. I hoped it had just been one of those booze-related incidents we both could forget about.
In a while, Traci showed up all smiles, “Hey, about time you got up!”
“I’ve been up. Where’d you go?” I asked her.
“I went for a walk.”
I let that remark go unanswered. I couldn’t tell that she’d been doing anything except for the twin points of her nipples trying to poke through her top.
Traci plopped down, “Wow, that was some storm last night!”
“Sure was. Did it keep you awake?” I asked, hoping she hadn’t heard Zena and me.
“Not really. I sort of woke up a couple of times but fell back to sleep right away.”
I sipped the last of my coffee in silence wonder what I was going to do about Zena.
“I made us lunch and packed some beer so we can go jet skiing as soon as you’re ready!” Traci told me, hopefully.
“One more cup of coffee first. Did your mom already leave?”
“Yeah, she left and said to tell you she’d see you tonight.”
“I’ll pack our stuff on the ski like you showed me,” Traci said and went racing off into the cabin.
I got a fresh cup of coffee as Traci ran out of her room with a backpack and her bag of stuff.
Traci wanted me to drive when we were packed up, and reluctantly I let her ride behind me. I knew she’d have her hands free to mess with me, so I gritted my teeth and went wide-open all the way to this other spot I knew. She held on tighter than was needed. Traci kept pushing her boobs against my back. With one hand on the inside of my thigh…very close to my package.
As we flew around the last couple of corners, I had to jog quickly around a couple of gators in the middle of the little river. I made three sharp S-turns in between them. I felt Traci tighten her left arm around my waist, and her right hand slid over and grabbed onto my entire package…cock and balls!
I couldn’t do anything without risking us flying off the Jet Ski into the waiting gators. Once past them, I slowed down and made a left turn, and killed the engine. We costed the last few yards to a soft landing on the beach. Traci was still cupping my unit, and I pulled her hand away.
“Oh, sorry…Wow, that was scary!” Traci remarked like nothing had happened.
She got up and jumped off the ski into ankle-deep water. I let it go and got off and started unpacking our stuff.
I got out my fishing gear as Traci picked out a spot on the sand and started stripping off her clothes. I felt a twinge in my crotch, and I wondered if I really was cured of limp dick. The problem was I didn’t want to find out in front of her the way she’d been acting lately.
I figured that I already had one foot in hell and the other on a banana peel after having sex with Zena! I wasn’t about to push my luck with my horny granddaughter. I really was trying desperately to hold on to the last of my moral fibers.
I have to give Traci credit for trying to break me. When I picked up my backpack and started up the edge of the river, she was naked. Standing there, rubbing baby oil all over her body. Her little pussy in plain view, and my cock began to swell up. I took off in a hurry and left her there to her own devices.
I fished up the river for an hour and three beers. I only caught a damn Garr and cut its head off and threw it out in the river for the gators to clean up. When I got back to the Jet Ski, Traci was on her towel naked as a jay-bird. I ignored her and got a beer and sat down in the water to cool off.
It wasn’t five minutes, and I heard her approaching from behind me, “Catch anything, Johnny?”
“Just a damn Garr.”
“What did you do with it?” I heard her feet splashing behind me.
“Threw it back…no good to eat.”
“That’s too bad!” She said and stood beside me, looking out at the river.
I kept my eyes straight ahead because she was still naked.
“You need a beer?”
I didn’t even watch as she went over and fished out a couple of beers and came back. I had to look up when she handed it to me. Her pussy was just a few feet from me at my head level as she stood there, not trying to hide it.
“Thanks!” I said and looked away as my cock twitched in my suit.
She sat down right next to me and said, “Oh my God, that feels good!” as she plunked down into the water.
“The cold water,” She replied and popped her beer open, “I think I might have sunburned my pussy.”
I almost spit beer all over but saved it with a couple of chokes, “You okay?” She asked.
“Yeah, went down the wrong pipe.”
“I’ve done that before,” She grinned at me.
“That’s what you get for sunbathing naked,” I told her and looked back across the river.
“I’m not ashamed of my body,” She replied, “I like being naked and free to do what I want!”
I looked at her, and she was sitting in the water up to her nipples. They were hard as the cold water lapped at them.
“I wouldn’t be ashamed either if I was you,” I told her.
“Maybe you should try it?” She asked with a devious smile, “We could race up and down the river on the jet ski totally naked!”
I laughed out loud, “Beauty and the Beast arrested for nude jet skiing!”
Traci laughed with me, “The couple was found fucking on a jet ski in the middle of the river!” She blurted out.
I looked at her, and she had that look of a woman who wants it, “Hey, stop that talk. I told you about my problem.”
She looked pained, “I’m sorry…I thought that was just bull shit so you wouldn’t get in trouble with mom if we did something fun.”
“Well, that would be a problem!”
Traci sat there for a minute, looking down at the water, “Johnny, maybe I could help?”
“Maybe you just need some help…I bet I could get it hard if you’d let me try.”
That time I did spit out my beer and choked some more, “Whoa girl, I’m going to forget you even said that!”
I was trying my best to save myself from doing something I’d regret. Traci didn’t appreciate my response one bit.
“FINE!” Traci yelled. She got up and stomped off, “ARRRRRRGH!” was the last thing I heard as she went back to her towel.
Right then, I decided I’d have to tell Zena she couldn’t leave her alone with me anymore. My cock disagreed, but I forced it to, even though it was trying to burst out of my suit the more I thought about her naked body.
Fifteen minutes later, Traci was packed and wanted us to go home. I drove, and she rode at the very back as far away from me as she could get. I knew Traci was mad, but there wasn’t much else I could do about it. She went into the cabin and slammed her bedroom door. She was still in her room when Zena got home.
“Dad, I got a job!” She told me and hugged the stuffing out of me.
“That’s great! Tell me all about it.”
“Sleeping, I guess.”
The next hour was spent cooking supper and finding out the details about Zena’s job. Traci came out to eat and didn’t say much at all. We sat by the fire, drinking a few beers and discussing stuff for an hour. Traci kept to herself, and it was so obvious she was pissed for being rejected by me.
Zena came back with the last two beers, “Hey dad, you’re out of beer after this.”
“Shit, we can run-up to the general store if we hurry,” I told her, looking at the time.
“Okay, I’ll get my stuff,” Zena replied, “Traci, you want to come along?”
“Okay, we’ll be back in an hour.”
“Whatever,” Traci responded and sat there staring at the fire.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Zena asked her.
“I’m just in a bad mood…leave me alone, mom.”
“Okay, hope you feel better soon.”
I drove Zena and me up to the general store in my truck.
“So, what’s wrong with Traci?” Zena asked me, “Something happen today?”
I wasn’t sure how to tell her, but I knew I had to. I explained everything that had happened that week. Zena asked a few questions but let me talk until I had given her all the details.
“I was afraid this would happen,” Zena said at last, “I told you she was a handful…one big walking hormone.”
“So, what should I do about it?” I asked.
“Let me think about it.”
“Okay, just don’t take too long,” I told her, “She’s really pissed at me.”
We bought some groceries and lots of beer to restock my refrigerator. Zena also wanted a half-pint of Jack Daniels to celebrate her new job. No sooner in the truck, she opened it and started taking big drinks.
“Whoa, that’s good!” She laughed, “It burns all the way down…you want some dad?”
“Sure, why not,” I replied, and she slid over on the bench seat next to me and gave me the bottle.
We took turns taking hits from it on the way back to the cabin. The sun was starting to sink as I slowly negotiated the twisting dirt road. The nice thing about living in the middle of nowhere was you could drink and drive. The last time I saw a cop was two years ago, and he had been lost.
“Dad, can you find a place to pull over. I need to pee!” Zena suddenly demanded.
“Can’t you wait?”
“No…Just hurry up!”
I took the next turnoff that led deeper into the woods. I drove my truck up the rutted road until the truck was not visible from the main dirt road. I pulled up in a little clearing and turned off the motor.
“It’s getting dark; watch out for snakes,” I told her.
“Great!” Zena replied and got out, “You have any toilet paper?”
“There are some napkins in the glove box.”
“I guess it will have to do.”
Zena grabbed a couple and walked over, and disappeared behind a tree. I got out and let the tailgate down for a seat while I waited. I was watching the red sky as the sun sank and sipping on the bottle when she came back. When she came up to the tailgate, she took a seat next to me.
“I need a drink?” Zena said and took the bottle from my hand.
We just sat there, sharing the bottle for a while.
“Dad, you know why Traci acts like she does?” Zena said at last.
“Because she’s a horny teenager?”
“Yeah, but the truth is she’s so much like me… it’s scary.”
“Well, she is your daughter.”
Zena sighed and sat the bottle down as I slid off the tailgate, “You ready to head back?” I asked her.
Zena jumped down and pushed me back against the tailgate with her body. She wrapped her arms around my neck, “You want an 80 proof kiss?”
I really didn’t want to go down that road again. The first time I was able to deal with it because we’d both been drunk. When I woke up, Zena was already riding my dick. It still bothered me that I’d fucked her, but she didn’t seem to think anything about it.
“Zena, you know we shouldn’t be doing this sort of thing.”
“You don’t understand, dad,” She replied and started to unbutton her blouse, “Ever since I was twelve, all I could think of was sex.”
She opened her blouse and let it hang there as she unhooked the front of her bra, “I fucked so many guys in high school they nicknamed me Skippy because I was easy to spread,” She chuckled with an impish grin.
“Zena, you don’t have to tell me all this!” I told her but had to stare at her big naked boobs.
She pulled my head down to her lips and planted a big whiskey tasting kiss on my lips, “I want to tell you, so you’ll understand.”
Zena put her hands on my package and started to rub my cock through my shorts. I sort of melted, and my will power disappeared. My dick began to grow in her warm hand, and I couldn’t help grabbing her nice big bare boobs.
Zena began to pull my shorts down, and I let her. My cock stood out and began to grow to its full size as she massaged it gently. I stepped out of them and sat back up on the tailgate. Zena pushed her way, in-between my legs, and looked at my hard-on.
“Dad, I was a total slut!” Zena said, looking me in the eyes, “I love to suck dick and feel them inside me!” She confessed.
“I want to tell this!”
She kept slowly stroking my cock, looking down at it as she talked, “When I married Sam, I left that all behind…or tried to. I only had sex with him for years. Letting him do anything he wanted to me.”
She bent down and ran her tongue around the tip of my cock. My cock was getting rock hard, and I wanted to feel it buried in my daughter’s nice hot pussy again. Whether I was going to hell or not didn’t seem important at that moment.
She stopped and looked at me, “I gave him everything, Dad! I even let his friend’s gang bang me one night because he said it would turn him on!”
“All he had to do was be true to me, and I would have been happy! But he still cheated on me!”
“I’m sorry!” I replied, gritting my teeth as Zena squeezed my dick and stroked it a few times.
“You’re the only man I’ll ever trust again,” Zena pronounced.
With her one hand around the base of my shaft, I leaned back as Zena bent down and began to hungrily slurp and suck my dick. I was past saying no. A man can only take so much!
Zena kept sucking me and yanked her shorts and panties down so she could rub her pussy at the same time. In a couple of minutes, she was moaning with her mouth full of my dick. When she let it pop out of her mouth, she looked up at me with total lust in her eyes.
“Just looking at your cock makes me want to cum!” Zena told me, waving it around in front of her lips.
She pulled her blouse off, and I grabbed her boobs and squeezed them a few times, and that made her moan.
“I want you so BAD it hurts!” She told me, and kissed me so hard, her tongue twirling inside of my mouth, “I want you to fuck me right now!”
“I want you too!” I panted when she let me go.
So I jumped down as she leaned over the tailgate showing me her nice naked ass. I felt between her legs, and her pussy was nice and juicy. She moaned as I rubbed it a few times and got behind her. It was easy to push my cock into her wet vagina, and it easily slid all the way up to my balls in her.
“OH GOD, you feel so good!” Zena moaned and pushed her soft, warm butt cheeks against me.
“Fuck me, daddy!” she begged as her pussy tightened up around my shaft hard, “I’m a dirty little slut!”
I couldn’t believe that I was doing it again! Fucking my own daughter and loving how good her hot juicy cunt felt as my cock pumped in and out of her. I held her hips with both hands and listened to her moan and groan. Zena’s lovely ass cheeks jiggled each time I rammed it all the way in. My balls made wet smacking sounds against her damp mound when I gave it to her hard and fast.
“Ohh, FUuuuuuuck!” Zena yelled out and came so hard her legs started shaking, and I think she would have fallen except for the tailgate holding her up.
All the way inside her, I leaned over to pinch both of her nipples, and she came again. Her pussy milking my dick with hard little jerks, and I was about to cum myself.
“Oh my god…oh my god…that feels so fucking Good!” She kept moaning until her orgasm died down.
Suddenly Zena reached back with both hands and pushed me all the way out of her pussy. She dropped to the grass on her knees, grabbed my wet dick with one hand, and started sucking my cock. I looked down in the twilight at my daughter sucking my cock fresh from her pussy.
Her knees were spread apart…her shorts and panties were all bunched up around her ankles. Zena kept rubbing her pussy with one hand furiously as she sucked my cock hard. I felt my orgasm about to explode and grabbed my cock and started to jerk it.
Zena pulled off my cock, “I want to feel your hot cum running down my throat!” She told me and then held her mouth open in front of my cock. I put the swollen head of my cock on her outstretched tongue and jacked even faster.
“FUCK!” I grunted and shot four big long blasts of cum in her open mouth.
When it stopped squirting, Zena closed her mouth and leaned her head back to swallow it. Her legs started shaking as she clutched her pussy with one hand. She moaned with her mouth closed, and I think she came from just swallowing my load!
My cock was still leaking when she finished, and she grabbed it and sucked it dry as she milked my wilting shaft. It all made sense now. I realized why Traci was so horny all the time…she was just like her mom.
I was feeling guilty again as we drove the last few miles back to the cabin. Zena was happy and talking up a storm between gulps of whiskey. I had a beer that wasn’t really cold but good enough to quench my thirst.
Just before we got there, she said, “Dad, I think I know what you should do about Traci.”
“What’s that?” I said, hoping she had a good solution.
“The only way she’ll quit bothering you is if you give her what she wants.”
I just looked over at her like she was crazy!
“Do you realize what you just said?”
“I know it sounds terrible, but if you don’t… she’s going to fuck the first man she finds. I know her… and believe me, I’d rather have her doing it with you than some stranger she finds walking down the street!”
I walked up to the cabin, speechless!
Traci was sitting in the dark with a fire going and seemed to be in a better mood. She helped us put the groceries away and the three cases of beer in the shed.
“Feeling better?” I asked as we stacked beer in the big old refrigerator.
“Yeah, I’m okay,” Traci gave me a smile, “I could use a beer, though.”
We sat around until ten, and the girls went to bed. It wasn’t much later that I did the same after making sure the fire was out. I didn’t go to sleep right away because I was trying to wrap my head around what Zena had told me to do.
The next morning I woke up with a loud “Umph!” as someone jumped on top of me!
I was lying on my back and opened my eyes to see Traci ginning down at me. All she was wearing was a matching set of bright pink panties and bra.
“HI!” She grinned down at me, “Before mom left, she said I should get you up!”
“I’m up…I’m up already; get off of me!” I groaned.
Traci unhooked the front of her bra and pulled it off with an evil smirk, “Not until I get you up.”
I had made the mistake of sleeping naked, and Traci took advantage of it. She scooted back until she was sitting on my thighs and grabbed my cock. It was still in a state of shock like the rest of me as she started to stroke it up and down.
“God, you have the biggest dick I’ve ever seen!” She remarked, “I can’t wait to see it hard!”
I was stunned and watched as she bent down and started to lick my cock. Her firm boobs hanging down, the big brown nipples sticking out hard as rocks. It began to respond, and I gave up trying to make her quit.
It was obvious that my granddaughter was going to fuck me. I wasn’t going to stop her, and that would confirm my reservation in hell. I watched as Traci happily sucked and slurped my dick until it was rock hard. She seemed to enjoy sucking cock as much as her mom did.
“See!” She smiled, looking at it as she stroked it up and down, “I told you I could get it up!”
“Okay, you can go now,” I told her, but I didn’t want her to leave.
Traci gave me a look, “Not Happening!”
She stood up and pulled her pink panties down and kicked them away, “I’ve never had one as big as yours before!”
Traci got on the bed doggy style showing me her lovely little pussy. Backing up and reaching underneath to rub it with her fingers. Spreading her lips and showing me her pink.
I got up on my knees and got behind her, aiming my cock at her tiny vagina opening. I rubbed my cock up and down her slit, and it got nice a slippery almost immediately. I rubbed it on her clit, and she groaned.
“Quit teasing me!” She moaned, so I put the cock to her little opening.
Traci pushed back, and my cock slowly slid past her tight ring of flesh.
“FUCK, it’s huge!” She groaned and stopped moving while she got used to it.
Slowly little by little, she began to push and pull her pussy back and forth on my cock. I just held still and let her decide how much she could take. My shaft was getting wetter as more of me went in her each stroke.
“Oh, My GOD!” Traci groaned when she pushed her pussy back on my shaft until 3/4ths of it was buried in her, “Jesus, that’s fucking HUGE!”
I put my hands on her little ass cheeks and let her fuck me. She was getting used to it and started to push back and forth a bit faster. It only took a few minutes before she screamed out several times and came all over my cock. White pussy cream leaked out of her vagina around my shaft as she bucked back and forth quickly. I pulled it all the way out and watched Traci’s pussy and anus pulsing as she moaned for 10 or 15 seconds.
Clear fluid seeped down her pink slit and dripped slowly in a long string to the sheets. Traci spun around and took my wet dick in her hand.
“I can’t believe you haven’t cum yet! Don’t you like my pussy?”
“Most guys would have cum by now!”
She smiled at me and then sucked on my wet cock hard and fast. I held her ponytail with my right hand and let her bob until I was more than ready to stick it back in her.
I rolled her over on her back and spread her legs apart. Her little pussy was swollen and soaking wet when I stuck my head down between her legs to lick it.
“OH FUCK!” Traci yelled and began to squirm as I licked her swollen clit and meat flaps.
I kept teasing and sucking on her pussy until she went wild.
“Eat ME…of fuck Yessss…Eat my fucking Pussy!”
Traci started bucking her hips and pulling my hair as she came all over my mouth and chin. I quickly crawled up between her legs, licking and kissing my way to her nipples. She pulled me up until she could kiss me.
“You taste like my pussy!” She whispered, pulling her lips from mine, “You make me so hot!”
I felt her hand reaching down and putting my cock between her lips and sliding it down to her opening.
“I want you to cum!”
I pushed and entered her again. Pushing deep until I hit bottom, and she let out a yelp!
“Sorry, baby!” I said, and pulled back.
Traci wrapped her legs around my lower back, “I don’t care if it hurts…Oh, MY GOD!” She groaned as I pushed deep again.
I was getting really worked up and started to pump her faster, sometimes hitting her cervix, which would make her jump. I stopped, and we kissed long and hot, enjoying the feeling of her tight little pussy around my cock.
“Don’t stop! I want you to cum in me!” Traci begged, so I started up again and could feel it building up in my balls.
Ten or fifteen hard fast strokes did it. I shot off deep in Traci’s little teenage cunt. Spurting hard with the tip of my cock touching her cervix.
I felt her fingernails digging into my back as she yelled out loud. Traci bucked her pussy upwards as I ground my spurting dick deep in her. I could feel her pussy pulsing and squeezing my dick each time my semen exploded out the end.
“Oh my God, I needed that!” Traci sighed when it was over, rubbing her boobs with both hands.
I had cum so hard my cock was quickly going soft. I pulled it out and stood up, looking down, “You happy now, girl?” I asked.
“Mmmmm,” She sighed with her eyes closed, “Yeah, my pussy feels nice and warm inside.”
I stood there and watched as she rubbed her pussy gently. Cum was already leaking out of her, and she rubbed it all around her clit and lips. I headed for the shower and left her there, playing with the massive load I’d given her.
The guilt of fucking my granddaughter hit me as soon as I got in the shower! I just shook my head at what a creep I was, even if she had wanted it. But it was too late to worry about it. I took a shower and got dressed.
The guilt went away as we packed to go take the Jet Ski. Traci was a different young woman. Constant smiles and all bubbly and laughing. She ran for the dock, and I just shook my head. I guess all she needed was to get laid to be happy.
Traci had the Jet Ski packed and was wearing her bikini, waiting on me when I got there.
“Can I drive?” She asked.
The day went pretty much like usual. Traci sunbathed while I caught a mess of fish for dinner. My luck had changed, and I was pretty happy with the catch. I put the fish in a live catch holder and tying it to the Jet Ski when Traci came down from sunbathing.
“Wow!” She said, “Fish for dinner!”
“You bet,” I turned to look at her, and she was naked like usual.
Traci had her big towel in one hand and a bottle of baby oil in the other. I finished tying the fish basket to the ski and let it sink to keep them alive. Traci came up and spread her big towel over the bench seat of the Jet Ski.
“What’cha doing?” I asked, watching her smooth it out all nice and neat.
“I’m tired of lying on the sand. I thought this might be more comfortable.”
I went over and fished a beer out of the water as she got on the Jet Ski and lay down with her head up towards the handlebars. I popped the beer open and took a big drink, and watched.
“Johnny, can you give me that other towel?” pointing to the bag on the sand.
I looked and saw it sticking out of her bag. When I brought it to her, she rolled it up and made a pillow out of it.
“That’s better.” She told me, testing it out.
Traci looked great lying there! Her legs were spread enough to straddle the back part of the bench seat. Feet on the floorboards. Which kept her from falling off the narrow seat. Her little pussy was soaking up the sun and in plain view.
She picked up the baby oil bottle and turned her head towards me, “Can you put this on me?” She asked from behind her mirror glasses.
I waded over in the ankle-deep water beside her and took the bottle, and flipped the cap open, “Where?”
“All over, please.”
It was easy to see she wanted to fuck again. I was more than willing to help her out with that when I felt her skin in my hands. I squirted some oil all over her tummy and between her boobs. She laughed and jumped, “Too much rub it in!”
I began to rub her tummy all over, coating it and making it shine in the sun, up between her perky little teen boobs and then all over them.
“That feels so good!” She sighed as I spent a little more time than was necessary, rubbing slippery baby oil over her nipples that were getting nice and firm.
That wasn’t the only thing getting firm!
I squirted more oil below her belly button and began to rub it all over, then down around her sexy little mound.
“OH MY GOD!” She groaned when my slippery fingers ran up her slit, “Let me suck your cock while you do that!”
I yanked my suit down and kicked it up to the beach. I got up on the running board beside Traci as she leaned up on her left arm, facing my hard dick. Traci took it in her right hand and kissed my cock.
I ran my left hand back in her crotch and played with her slippery pussy as she started to suck me. Traci moaned on my cock as I rubbed her hot little twat up and down and slid my middle finger in it. She kept her eyes closed, and I could feel her tongue slipping all around my cock.
She spat out my dick and groaned loudly as she laid back down on her back.
“God, you’re making me so horny!” She remarked as I rubbed her clit with my fingertip.
“You’re always horny,” I told her, bending down to kiss her lips as I massaged her slippery mound.
“I hope you’re not just teasing me!” Traci said hotly, “Are you going to fuck me or not?”
I straddled the bench seat and moved up between her legs. Traci reached up and held the handlebars and groaned as I rubbed my cock on her slippery clit. I kept rubbing her clit with my cock and teasing her opening by barely pushing it in.
“Give it to me!” She complained loudly.
I rubbed my shaft with the baby oil on my hand and lined it up. When I lined up, I stood up and put my hands over hers on the handlebars and pushed all the way in her tight pussy.
“UNNhhhhhh!” She hissed as my thick cock stretched her vagina wide open and went balls deep.
I started to fuck her slowly…long and deep and loved how she was yelling and jumping each time it went all the way in up to my balls.
It only took a few minutes of that before she came loudly. I left it buried as her pussy started pulsing around my cock. When it stopped, I pulled out and made her get up and turn around with her butt facing me. Traci was still panting, laying there in front of me, straddling the bench seat.
I grabbed the bottle of oil and poured it down her butt crack, “You don’t need any more lube. I’m soaking wet inside!”
I ignored her and poured baby oil all over my dick because it was going in her tiny anus. I got closer and rubbed the head on her anus, and she realized what I was going to do!
“OH MY GOD!” She exclaimed, “It’s too big for that!”
“Hold still,” I told her and pushed my oiled cock head against her little anus.
Her little anus gave way and the tip popped inside her butt. Her tight anus ring gripping my shaft just past the head.
“OOOhhhhhh, my GOD!” Traci groaned, “Put more lube on it!”
It popped back out, and I poured lube all over my cock and shaft again. Traci held onto the handlebars, stood up and leaned over, and waited for me. It slid in much easier the second time.
“Oh my GOD!” She groaned as half my length slid up her tight ass.
Traci lay back down on the bench seat on her stomach as I stood up over her round little ass and started pumping her. With my morals wholly gone, I found it rather exciting. Watching my cock slide in and out of her little anus as she yelled loudly on every stroke.
Traci began to grunt when each stroke went all the way up her rear. I might have got a little too worked up and really started to pounding her little ass.
“OH MY GOD!…AHHHH AHHHH OOOoooooo OH MY GOD JOHNNY!” She yelled out when I was about to cum.
Three strokes later, I squeezed her lovely ass cheeks together around my cock and shot a huge load up her bum. God, it felt so good! I massaged her slippery back until my dick stopped jerking deep in her butt.
When I pulled it out, her little anus was gaping open the same diameter as my dick. I milked the last few drops of semen into it before it closed back up and jumped off the Jet Ski. I was out in neck-deep water cleaning up when she finally got up and wobbled into the water.
I thought maybe she was pissed off from the look on her face, and I guessed it had been a bit of shock. When Traci got out to me, she put her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. She pulled me down for a kiss and hugged her naked body to me tightly.
“Oh my god!” She told me, “You came up, my ass!”
“Did you like it?” I asked.
“When I knew you were Cumming in me… I thought I was going to die!”
“Glad you liked it, baby.”
She laughed and pulled her wet hair back, still clinging to me, “Now my pussy and ass are both sore!”
I had to laugh out loud, “I guess you better take a few days off to recover.”
“That’s not going to happen!”
We laughed and waded back up to the shore and dried off with our towels before packing up and heading back to the cabin.
Zena was ecstatic when she got home.
“I got a job!”
“Great!” I told her, “When do you start?”
“Right away…I’ve got to find an apartment in town tomorrow!”
Traci tried to be happy for her mom, but I could tell she wasn’t in a hurry to leave my cabin. In fact, I didn’t want either of them to go, but I didn’t have much choice. I couldn’t blame Zena for not wanting a 35-mile commute both ways every day.
Two weeks later, I was sitting on the front porch of my cabin on the lake. Just sipping an ice-cold beer and watching the big round Florida sun sink behind the trees. I had my feet up on the wood rail and could hear the crickets chirping and the birds squawking for space as they got ready to roost for the night.
I hadn’t seen the girls at all since they’d moved, and I missed them a lot! I was about to head for bed when I heard a car coming down my road. The car pulled up, and Zena got out!
“Hey, dad!” She waved and grabbed a big bag out of the rear seat.
“You didn’t think we’d leave you here all alone, did you?” Traci exclaimed as she got out of the passenger side.
“I know you’re busy with your new job and stuff,” I replied.
Once the luggage was put away, the girls came out, and each opened a cold beer.
“So, what have you been up to the last couple of weeks?” Zena asked.
“Not much…just hanging around. How about you?”
“Busy, my furniture arrived, and Traci and I have been working like dogs!”
“We needed a break, Johnny!” Traci added.
It was already eleven by the time we called it a night. I took a nice hot shower to wash away the day’s sweat. When I came out of my bathroom in a towel, Zena was sitting on my bed with one of my oversized old flannel button-down shirts. It was unbuttoned, and she was naked as she got up and came over to me.
“I missed you!” She told me and pulled my towel off as we kissed.
I felt her hand around my dick, and it was getting hard almost immediately. She pushed me down on the mattress on my back, took my hard dick, and gave the end a wet kiss.
“What about Traci?” I asked in a whisper, “What if she walks in?”
“Too late!” I heard Traci’s voice.
I pulled my head up and looked as Traci walked in, wearing absolutely nothing! Traci got next to her mom, who was jacking my stiff rod up and down nice and slow.
“God, mom, you could have waited for me!” She told her.
“What’s all this?” I asked.
“We decided that it was best if we just shared you,” Zena replied.
I flopped back down, not believing what was happening as they started taking turns sucking my cock!
In a little while, Traci straddled my head. Standing on her knees and lowered her pussy to my lips. Zena got on top of me and took my cock up her twat.
They were facing each other, and I could hear sloppy kissing noises.
“Fuck, this has to be a dream!” I thought until Zena yelled out, and I felt her hot juicy cunt tightening up around my dick. When she came, it pulsed around my cock, and her legs started to shake as she yelled loudly again.
“God, I needed that!” I heard Zena say as she slowly got off my cock.
“Traci, get off his face; I want to see daddy’s big cock in you!”
Traci spun around and moved down as I felt Zena aiming my dick for her, “You better last more than a minute!” Traci grinned as the tip went in her, and she pushed back until my dick was almost all the way up her tight little twat.
Traci sat on top of me fucking forward and backward as I held her tits. She was moaning already, and someone pushed my legs wide apart. I felt Zena start licking and sucking on my balls, and it was all I could do not to cum.
Traci leaned forward to kiss me, and my cock slipped out of her. I felt a hand around it, and then Zena started sucking my cock as Traci and I kissed for a while.
Traci broke the kiss and said, “Put it back!” I felt it aimed, and Traci slid back on it again. I would have cum, except Zena was holding my balls so hard it almost hurt.
This went on a couple more times, and Traci was getting so hot, “Fuck, I’m going to CUM!” She yelled and pumped my dick faster. Traci came really hard, and her pussy began to jerk hard around my dick. Despite how hard Zena was sucking and licking my balls, I shot a big load inside of Traci’s little cunt.
“OH MY GOD!” Traci groaned and leaned down on my chest, rubbing her firm little tits on my chest and moaning as my cock kept spurting inside of her.
When it stopped, Traci got up on her knees, and my wet dick slipped out of her. Zena grabbed it and started sucking it clean as it began to go soft while Traci flopped down on her back, still panting hard. Zena stopped when I wasn’t getting hard again, and I got up, wanting to pee and get a beer.
But Zena wasn’t done yet! She crawled over on the mattress and pushed a surprised Traci’s legs wide apart, and proceeded to go down on her.
“MOM?” Traci exclaimed, “What are you DOING?”
Zena ignored her, and I watched as her pink tongue scooped up my cum that was leaking out of Traci’s little pussy.
“You never said we were gonna…OH, GOD!” Traci groaned as Zena’s mouth went over her clit and sucked it hard.
My dick grew hard again in about one minute as I watched Zena licking and sucking on her daughter’s pussy. Traci was groaning loudly and holding Zena’s head with both hands as her mom licked out her cum filled pussy.
I got behind Zena as she got up on her knees so I could fuck her again. She never stopped eating Traci as I slid my cock back inside her warm wet cunt. I was so turned on that I also came in just a few minutes. Shooting a small load inside Zena’s twat, as she finally pulled her head up and moaned when she felt me Cumming in her.
When I pulled out of Zena, she crawled right up on top of Traci. All the way up to her face and planted her wet pussy right on her lips. She put a hand down on top of Traci’s head and ground her pussy on her face.
“Eat me…Oh, Fuck, yessssss!” Zena groaned as Traci mumbled under her.
I had to stand there and watch. It only took a short while until Zena came again, this time on Traci’s mouth!
I left the two of them laughing and kissing each other hotly. With both of their faces slippery with cum and pussy juice.
The last thing I heard before I shut my bathroom door was, “God, mom, I can’t believe you did that!”
The following Friday evening, I was sitting on the front porch of my cabin on the lake. Just sipping an ice-cold beer and watching the big round Florida sun sink behind the trees. I had my feet up on the wood rail and could hear the crickets chirping and the birds squawking for space as they got ready to roost for the night.
I smiled when I heard a car headed up my road. The car pulled up next to the cabin, and I saw the excited looks on my girl’s faces as they waved and clamored out to greet me.
All I could think of was that retirement wasn’t that bad after all…especially on the weekends!
They ran over, kissing and hugging me. My dick was already getting hard as they drug me inside the front door.