On Grandpa's Lap
by Unknown


FOREWORD 

Sarah watched with anxious, flickering eyes as her grandfather slowly pulled 
off his trousers. She lay on the bed, naked and trembling with anticipation. 
She had waited a long time for this moment. 

"Henry, dear Henry," she whispered softly as the old man made his way over 
to the bed, his limp shaft dangling between his thighs. 

He sat down beside her, breathing heavily with the ancient passion that was 
stirring in his loins. The adorable fifteen-year-old reached out with her 
soft, slender hand and curled her fingers around his cock. 

"Ahhh, dear, sweet Sarah," the old man moaned in pleasure, feeling the 
lovely young girl beginning to knead and caress his cock to erection. 
"That's so good, honey, so damn good!" 

The young girl laughed softly and slipped her free hand around her 
grandfather's neck. She pulled his mouth to hers, hungrily, and drove her 
fingers harder and faster along the length of his shaft. 

Their lips met in a passionate kiss and Henry dropped one of his gnarled 
hands to his granddaughter's breasts, cupping his long, thick fingers 
beneath one precious globe, squeezing it affectionately. 

As his prick began to harden and the boiling greed seethed in his balls, he 
realized that he intended to screw the young girl no matter what. Her 
labored breathing grew fast as he fondled her breasts and he knew she wanted 
it as much as he did. 

 CHAPTER ONE 

He was an old man and had gone many years without having sex; now he was 
dreaming of it once more. 

He lay in his narrow, almost cot-like bed and slept peacefully. His chest 
rose and fell with his breathing, which was quite controlled and rhythmic 
for a man of his age. 

He smiled as he slept, the dreams he was having were not memories of ancient 
conquests or passionate lovers, but fantasies of a more recent origin. The 
vision of loveliness that dominated his dreams was that of his 
granddaughter. 

The old man rolled over on his side, in sleep, grunting softly and sighing 
then, as he slipped back into the dream. His soft, quiet moans barely 
escaped his lips, though in his dream, the sounds were, of course, much 
louder. 

He was in a wide, grassy field, full of poppies, all pink and rosy, a lush, 
almost unreal beauty to behold. The sun was high over head, yet beat down 
without harshness upon them as they stood there. 

From the southwest came a cooling, soothing breeze and the two of them felt 
quite comfortable in the lovely field. For as far as their eyes could see, 
there was nothing but pure, clean earth. 

The old man ran his eyes up and down over the slender frame of his 
granddaughter. She was barely five feet tall and had long blonde hair that 
she always wore in braids. Her face was fresh and unblemished, her cheeks 
rosy and natural. Her lips were pink with their own luscious coloring, and 
they seemed to always been cast in a semi-pout. 

Her body was thin, yet attractive, for her budding breasts, tiny and 
appealing, rode proudly on her rib cage, hardly ever needing the bra she 
wore to please her uncle. 

Her hips were just beginning to flare into the lovely, smooth curves she 
would eventually have, and her legs were strong and tapered. All in all, she 
had a supple, lithe frame that any man would find desirable. 

She was standing perhaps four or five feet in front of him, dressed in a 
pair of old, dirty sneakers, cut-off jeans and one of her uncle's shirts, 
the folds of which were tied in a knot at her small, pert breasts. 

She was swaying, enticingly, licking her lips with her pink, pointed tongue, 
making them glisten, erotically, in the golden halo of the sun above their 
heads. As she did a small pirouette on the tips of her toes, he had to suck 
in his breath at the sight of her rounded buttocks jiggling against the 
tight hugging jeans. 

She laughed, an infectious giggle that rippled pleasingly across his ears. 
He was well aware that it had been quite some time since he had felt any 
stirring in his loins, and it warmed his heart to have the sensations 
quaking in his balls once again. 

In his dream, he did not care that it was his granddaughter that he was 
lusting for. In his dream, that made no difference, other than the pleasing 
fact that she perhaps loved him more than his own son. 

He smiled at her, whispering her name, almost in reverence. "Sarah, dear 
Sarah," he moaned, the words tinged with the aching he was feeling. "My 
precious flower, come over here to me, honey." 

The girl laughed again, tossing her head back in a breezy manner, causing 
her braids to fly in all directions. She shook her head and continued the 
light, absent dance she was doing. 

"No, no, you stay right there, Henry," she giggled again, wagging a finger 
at him in warning. "I'm not ready for you yet, don't you see? I want to 
entertain you a little more!" 

The old man shuddered with a spasm of racing passion that suddenly tore 
through his groin. He groaned thickly, idly clutching one of his hands at 
his crotch, while wiping the sweat from his brow with the other. 

His eyes were glued to the girl, his lips quivering with greed. She rocked 
from side to side in front of him, running her small, slender hands down 
over the front of her body, in a distinctly arousing fashion. 

The greed and desire were fiery in the old man as he watched his 
granddaughter, as pert and child-like as could be, yet all together 
enticing, nonetheless, toying with herself. 

Her fingers rippled over her belly and she giggled once again, making the 
taut, flat stomach undulate erotically. Her fingers slithered down over the 
front of her jeans and she groaned and shivered a bit as she caressed the 
apex of her thighs. 

"Ahh, Sarah, Sarah," the old man groaned, his voice becoming thicker and 
thicker with the raspy sound of need. "You don't know what you are doing to 
me, you don't know what you're doing to this old man!" 

"You're not old, Henry," she whispered passionately, riding the tips of her 
fingers back up to her shirt once more. "You're just a little more grown-up 
than most people, that's all." 

She toyed with the knot that held the folds of the shirt closed in front of 
her, then spun on her heels once again, tugging on the knot at the same 
time. As she completed her turn, the knot came free and she let the shirt 
go, allowing it to fall open and reveal her young, budding breasts. 

The old man sucked in his breath at the view of her luscious mounds. They 
were perfectly formed, right down to the pink, pert buttons of her nipples, 
seemingly always in a state of semi-erection. 

The small, lovely spheres jiggled enticingly with her movement, causing them 
to sway back and forth in an almost liquid motion. She laughed again, and 
cupped them in her hands. 

"See, Henry, already they're waiting for you," she cooed softly, her voice 
deep and rippling with the purring sound of her pleasure and greed. 

The old man shuddered as he stood before her. Against his hand, clutching 
hard at his groin, he could feel his prick beginning to slowly expand in his 
trousers, growing thicker and harder with each passing moment. 

He watched, his lips now wet from constant licking, as the adorable child 
shrugged her shoulders, allowing the shirt to slither down along her arms 
and drop, silently, to the grass below her feet. 

She nudged one sneaker with the toe of the other, slipping it off her foot. 
She repeated the action with her other sneaker and in seconds she was 
barefoot, squishing her tiny, adorable toes in the moist, thick grass. 

"I love you, grandpa," she whispered sensuously, shivering as if something 
delicious had suddenly touched the base of her spine. "I love you more than 
anyone in the whole, wide world." 

He had taught her not to call him that, he much preferred to be addressed as 
Henry by everyone he knew. It made him feel less ancient, he would explain, 
and besides, it was the more modern way of doing things. 

But now, he said nothing, for he knew she was telling the truth. He stood 
there, his legs quivering as if filled with nothing but water, and watched 
the lithe, darling girl in front of him continue her enticing strip. 

Now her fingers were tugging at the single button that held her cut-off 
jeans closed. She fooled with it in a teasing fashion, deliberately 
prolonging the act for as much time as possible. 

Slowly, she popped the button free, then slid the zipper to the jeans up and 
down half a dozen times. The hiss of the moving metal rang in his ears as if 
a compelling, erotic scream, rich with sensual promise. 

He groaned again, shuddering once more as she stopped playing with the 
zipper, at last, and slowly pulled the folds of the jeans apart, revealing 
just a bit of her sparsely covered loins. 

Her golden tufts of cunt hair were damp with sweat and they shimmered 
delightfully before him. He shook his head, sighing, heavily, and gulped to 
swallow the thickness that was clutching at his throat. 

"My, my, little honey, you are truly something, do you know that?" he 
gasped, almost unable to speak now, so powerful were the sensations he was 
experiencing. 

The charming young girl swayed slightly from left to right, giggling in her 
lilting, girlish voice, then she dipped her knees, suddenly, and slid the 
jeans quickly down over her buttocks and thighs. 

In a brief moment, she had ridden the garment over her feet and was standing 
erect again, completely naked, now, to her grandfather's old, excited eyes. 
She placed her hand on her hips and thrust her pussy out toward him. 

Her pussy was almost naked, but for the sparse bits of thin, golden hair 
that covered her shapely mound. Her pussy lips quivered delightfully with 
the slight throbbing in her cunt, and she twisted back and forth, offering 
him all of her young, creamy body for inspection. 

"Come over here, Henry," she laughed quietly, slithering the tips of her 
fingers down over her belly, along her inner thighs. "I want to whisper 
something in your ear, you dear man." 

The old man moved slowly, not from age, but from desire. His cock was now a 
hard, quaking lump against his trousers,; pulsating so feverishly that the 
girl could see it beating steadily against the fabric of his pants. 

He moved up next to her, now just inches away, and she slipped her long, 
slender arms around his neck, and drew his mouth down to hers. He could 
smell the enticing perfumed scent of her hair and the clean, freshly 
scrubbed aroma of her young body as she bent into him. 

Her soft, warm lips gently pressed against his own, and a shock of intense 
pleasure tore through him as the adorable fifteen-year-old began to kiss 
him, hungrily. Her mouth moved back and forth over his, and her darling 
little tongue stabbed wickedly against his teeth. 

He moaned as she mashed her body tightly against his own. Through his shirt 
he could feel her tiny breasts digging into him, the hard, firm nipples 
cutting deep into his chest. 

His hands slid down over her smooth, yet rippling spine and cupped lovingly 
beneath her pert, spongy buttocks. He lifted the precious half moons, 
affectionately, thrilling to the softness of her creamy flesh. 

Her lips were hungrily roaming over his and her tongue becoming more 
insistent as it stabbed against his teeth. He allowed the urgent dart to 
part them, slightly, and he heard her lovely giggle of delight as she 
slithered her tongue between them. 

Instantly her darling arrow dashed against his own, rolling and entwining 
the two spears together as their kiss became more fevered and impassioned. 
Gently he kneaded her buttocks, squeezing and massaging the tender cheeks, 
slithering his fingers tenderly along the cleft between them. 

"Ummm, you taste good, Henry," she laughed, grinding her mouth back and 
forth over his own, her lips trembling delightfully as she spoke. "You taste 
better than any ice cream or candy I ever had!" 

"And you, my darling child, are more delicious than champagne," the old man 
responded, his words thick and tortured with desire. "I could go on kissing 
you for a good long time!" 

She shivered under the kneading caress of his hands, grinding her crotch 
against his, thrilling to the feeling of the hard mound against her thigh as 
she rhythmically rocked back and forth against the bulge. 

She ran one of her hands down over his chest, plucking playfully at the 
buttons as she went along, tugging them free, then pushing the folds of the 
shirt apart. She leaned against him heavily, mashing her young, budding 
breasts against his now naked chest, and the old man moaned thickly in 
pleasure. 

One of his hands left her buttocks and quickly traveled back up along her 
delicate spine. He slipped his fingers around in front of them and slithered 
his hand between their bodies, cupping his palm over one soft, pliant globe. 

The girl gasped with pleasure as she felt his ancient, yet strong fingers 
wrapping around her tit, squeezing it firmly in his grasp. Her nipple dug 
hard into his palm and the old man fondled her boob with an increasing 
passion. 

Now her own soft, lovely fingers were toying with the fabric of his 
trousers, poised just at the edge of the hard, pounding bulge in the front 
of his pants. Lightly she ran the tips of her digits over the throbbing lump 
and listened, with satisfaction, to his soft cry of pleasure. 

Tenderly she began to slither her fingers back and forth along the pulsating 
mound, pinching it lovingly between her digits, pressing her palm hard 
against the pounding weapon in his pants. 

She loved to hear the moans and gasps that escaped his lips, thrilled to be 
the one to create such pleasure in the old man. She rubbed the heel of her 
hand briskly back and forth along the throbbing tool and the old man groaned 
out loud once more. 

"You sure know it, honey, you sure do," he groaned, shuddering with an 
involuntary spasm of need. "God, that's good, little Sarah, that's real 
good!" 

"That's all I ever want to do, Henry," she cooed sensuously, slicing her 
tongue back and forth across his own, kissing him hungrily between words. 
"All I ever want to do is make you feel good!" 

The old man almost had to pull away from her, now, so urgent were the 
demands his loins were making on him. He groaned and shivered, his fingers 
toying with her nipple, now, pinching and rolling the tender nugget between 
them. 

His other hand was busily exploring the soft flesh of her thighs, caressing 
them gently, slithering back and forth between the smooth, moist limbs, to 
tap, lightly, at her warm, undulating loins. 

She groaned in pleasure, her fingers now plucking at the buttons to his 
trousers, almost desperately trying to pull them free. She fumbled with the 
buckle to his pants, yanking it loose and shoving it aside. 

She ran the zipper down and slipped her warm, soothing fingers inside. She 
felt for the pounding rod within his underwear and the moment she had her 
soft, slender fingers wrapped around the throbbing tool, the old man groaned 
in pleasure once again, shuddering wildly with the spasms ripping through 
him. 

Her fingers gently pulled his cock from his pants and then balanced the 
quaking weapon in her palm. Teasingly she ran the fingers of her free hand 
back and forth across the quaking prong, making the old man almost scream 
with delight. 

Now she clutched the huge, growing prong tightly in her fist and squeezed it 
with increasing passion. She loved the way it pounded fiercely in her grasp, 
allowing her to feel the hot, boiling blood that was racing through it. 

She felt the old man's hand slipping around in front of her body, now, 
eagerly searching for the moist, warm place between her thighs that it was 
seeking. She bent backward a bit to give him more room, and shivered with 
anticipation as she felt the rough, calloused fingers riding over her belly. 

"Ohhh, Henry, ummm, yes," she whispered hungrily, pulling her mouth from his 
as she threw back her head in passion. "There, ohhh, right there, yes, 
please, yes!" 

Greedily the old man rode his fingers down over the rim of her quivering 
hillock. He tugged on the sparse, silken strands of her pussy hair, toying 
with them affectionately, forcing the fires of wanting to burn higher in the 
little girl's loins. 

She moaned and shuddered with delight as she felt his fingers gently 
slithering over her pussy lips. She spread her legs a little further apart, 
sighing with a contented passion as the old man continued his eager 
exploration. 

Now she could feel the urgent greed throbbing wildly in his cock. Tenderly 
she rode her clutching fist up and down on the pole, making the huge prong 
grow as thick and hard I as an iron rod. 

The fevered blood was tearing through his shaft, now, almost searing her 
fingers with the white-hot desire that he was feeling. They swayed gently 
from left to right as they attacked each other's flesh, their passion slowly 
beginning to take control. 

The delightful child was now fondling his balls with her free hand, bobbing 
them up and down in her soft, warm palm, rolling the tortured nuts over her 
fingers with a wicked pleasure. 

The old man's fingers eagerly rode around the rim of her mound, the thick 
knobby ball of his thumb lazily scraping back and forth over her trembling 
clit. She gasped with pleasure at the contact, groaning as the aching fires 
grew stronger in her loins. 

She could feel harsh, stinging waves of need rippling through her as he 
caught the damp, warm button of her clit between his thumb and forefinger. 
Instantly the racing need soared in her loins, causing the creamy, sticky 
fluid of her passion to begin to flow from her fevered pit. 

"Ummm, Henry, ohhh, yeah, good," she moaned, thrusting her cunt suddenly 
against his hand, grinding it back and forth in an urgent fashion. "More, 
Henry, make me feel more! Oooo, so nice, so very nice!" 

The old man chuckled, now, pleased that he could create such wanting in the 
young girl. Eagerly he ran his fingers over her now damp and trembling pussy 
lips. The traveling digits were soon slippery and wet with her love juice, 
and the heat of her wanting seeped from her loins, baking his fingers 
delightfully. 

Henry's hands were hungry for her pussy, now, and they began to pinch and 
tug at her cunt petals demandingly, rubbing them back and forth, making them 
quiver and flutter under his caress. 

Tenderly he slipped a single finger beyond the warm, wet lips that guarded 
her cunt and the girl cried out in pleasure as she felt the hard, gnarled 
prong penetrate her darling, taut chamber. 

He slithered it quickly along her hot, wet passage, rolling and twisting it 
as he buried it to the hilt inside of the girl. She sobbed with the aching 
passion that she felt, and flexed her pussy muscles greedily around the 
plunging tool. 

He buried it to the hilt in her darling tunnel, and scraped idly at her 
slippery, inner walls, as his other hand continued to fondle her small, 
round breasts. He squeezed the precious globes, lovingly, and pinched the 
nipples tenderly between his fingers. 

She shivered and sobbed, burying her head in the nape of his neck and 
kissing his ancient flesh hungrily, now. She moaned as she felt his mouth 
suddenly begin to travel down over her soft, smooth skin, kissing the 
creamy, moist flesh of her neck with a greedy passion. 

Slowly, the old man drew the girl down to the grassy bed beneath their feet. 
They disappeared beneath the tall grass and he laid her down on her back, 
gently spreading her thighs apart with his hands. 

"You make me feel so damn alive, little Sarah," the old man laughed, his 
voice shaken with the passion he was feeling. "I mean really alive, Sarah, 
so damn alive, I don't know whether I can stand it!" 

The girl laughed happily and gave his prick another gentle, yet firm 
squeeze. She loved feeling the shaft throbbing in her grip, and she could 
not wait to experience the thrill of his being deep within her fevered 
pussy. 

Her lithe, supple legs were quivering violently, opening  and closing in an 
unconscious and spastic fashion. Hungrily he ran his fingers up and down 
over her cunt once more, then quickly slithered two of the spears back 
inside of her. 

Gently he began to pump the invading tools in and out of her hot, gripping 
chamber. He rolled and turned them against her hot, steaming tunnel walls, 
enjoying the way her pussy muscles quivered and contracted around the 
plunging spears. 

His mouth now roamed greedily over her breasts, licking and kissing the tiny 
spheres, lathering her pert, rosy nipples with the tip of his raspy tongue. 
She shivered and moaned, rocking from side to side as he attacked her boobs, 
her body growing more and more wanting with every moment that passed. 

She thrust her pussy up against his hand and drew his head tight to her tiny 
globes with one of her own. She moaned as she felt his teeth fasten around 
one of her nipples, sucking the tender, delicate nugget into his mouth and 
holding it prisoner there. 

She groaned thickly as his tongue darted and stabbed against her quivering 
nugget, his teeth gobbling more of her breast into his oral cavity. Soon he 
was sucking on almost all of the alabaster mound and she was writhing under 
the intense pleasure of his attentive mouth. 

She powered her adorable hand up and down on his cock, trying to match the 
rhythmic pumping of his fingers riding determinedly in and out of her pussy. 
She sighed with a delicious satisfaction as she felt her cunt growing hotter 
and hotter under his assault, and she knew her pleasure was only beginning. 

"Ummm, deeper, Henry, harder, please," she sighed softly, in a thick, 
tortured tone of voice. "Oooo, so good, so damn good! Yes, that's it, yes, 
yes, yes!" 

The old man was almost beside himself with lust, now, and he powered his 
fingers in and out of her with increasing rhythm and force. Relentlessly he 
attacked her breasts and loins, eager to feel the young girl quaking 
uncontrollably in the angry grip of her lust and desire. 

He could feel her fingers tugging on his cock, yanking on his balls, trying 
to draw him over her thighs and between her legs. He knew that her passion 
was reaching an almost fevered pitch, and it thrilled him to realize how 
much she wanted him. 

"Ohhh, Sarah, dear little Sarah, you don't know what you are doing to me, 
honey," he gasped in an almost unintelligible tone of voice. "God, this is 
marvelous, just marvelous honey!" 

She laughed once more and yanked his prick back and forth in a demanding 
fashion. "Ummm, fuck me, Henry," she whispered passionately. "Umm, come on 
and fuck me, now! I want to fuck you now, please, now!" 

She was pulling on his shaft so hard and so determinedly, that he could do 
little more than follow her lead and slither his body swiftly over and 
between her warm, smooth thighs. 

He groaned as he settled down between the damp, quivering limbs, feeling her 
flesh pulsating against his own, and the demanding heat pouring from her 
loins, searing his belly as he lay against the creamy, throbbing mound. 

Tenderly he licked her tits with the tip of his tongue. He kissed the end of 
each pink little nipple, and pumped his fingers relentlessly in and out of 
her hot, gripping passage, stroking her almost into a sexual hysteria. 

Her cunt was quaking so wildly around his fingers, that he was sure she was 
reaching an almost unbearable state of passion. She shuddered and groaned, 
thrashing from left to right beneath him, pulling on his cock even more 
urgently now. 

"Ohh, God, Sarah, God, do I ever want you, now," the old man gasped. He 
buried his face between her smallish breasts and nibbled at her alabaster 
flesh, hungrily. "It's all I can think of, honey, all I can think of, now!" 

"Umm, then come and do it, please," she moaned, thrusting her cunt hungrily 
at his groin. "Please, Henry, ohhh, please, let's fuck, now, right now!" 

Slowly the old man rose up over the girl's quivering body. He gently freed 
her fingers from his cock, and replaced them with his own. 

He adjusted his position between her damp, trembling thighs, squirming his 
way forward until he was comfortably lying against her hot, wet hillock, 
guiding his cock toward the warm, slippery place he desired. 

She moaned in anticipation as she felt his free hand parting her slippery, 
hot pussy lips. She gasped as he slipped the huge, thick head of his cock 
between them, thrusting forward to drive it home. 

Sarah cried out in delight under the aching penetration. At last he was 
slowly driving his cock into her tight, warm pussy, filling her cunt 
completely with the throbbing, powerful weapon of his manhood. 

"Yes, ohhh, God, yes, deeper, all the way," she sobbed, twisting and turning 
under the rapid invasion, thrusting her cunt up to meet the plunging tool. 
"Ummm, it's so nice, so nice in there, Henry!" 

The old man shuddered in pleasure, grinding his belly against the girl's as 
he buried himself to the hilt in her taut, wet passage. Her cunt seemed to 
wrap itself around his cock, snugly, and the fit was perfect as his cock 
sunk into her. 

Her pussy fluttered wildly around his buried shaft, her cunt muscles quaking 
and squeezing him with growing demand. He lay inside of her, just 
experiencing the thrill of her undulating loins, content to merely feel all 
the marvelous sensations that he could enjoy. 

"Ahhh, it feels so good inside you, darling Sarah," he groaned, shuddering 
in an involuntary spasm as the harsh, steaming tremor of greed roared 
through him. "Ahhh, so nice and hot and tight, little darling! So good 
indeed!" 

"Fuck me, fuck me hard," the fifteen-year-old sobbed, thrusting her cunt up 
at his loins in an angry shudder of love. "Now, ohhhh, God, Henry, fuck me 
hard, hard, hard right now!" 

The old man slid his hands down along the sides of her body, kneading and 
gripping her flesh as he went along. When he reached the soft, smooth curve 
of her adorable hips, he slipped his fingers beneath her ass and cupped her 
buttocks, lovingly. 

Gently he sank his digits into her warm, spongy half moons, gripping them 
firmly in his hands. He pulled her loins tight to his, bucking forward and 
grinding his cock suddenly in the hot, quaking depths of her cunt. 

Now, he slowly began to ride his prick in and out of her wet, slippery 
tunnel. He groaned with pleasure as he felt her kneading his cock with her 
pussy muscles, and rocking her body gently back and forth beneath him. 

He pulled his prick to the edge of her pussy, then slithered it back to the 
depths of her cunt once more. She screamed in pleasure, bucking her cunt 
hard against him again, sobbing as the cock began to pump rhythmically in 
and out of her, now. 

Harder and harder the old man powered his meat along her tight, wet passage. 
He felt her using all her body to urge him on, her own darling little hands 
now kneading his buttocks, clutching at his flesh, passionately. 

The rhythmic pumping became more and more frenzied, now, as the seething 
lust that was burning in both of them began to take complete control of 
their bodies and minds. They crashed and rolled back and forth in the grass, 
caught by the angry lust of their desire. 

His prick slithered in and out of her smoothly, now, fully lubricated by the 
thick, creamy juice of her passion that swirled about his raging tool. He 
powered it violently along her inner chamber, grinding his belly hard 
against her own. 

Each time their flesh met, a loud, wet smack rang pleasingly in their ears, 
followed by an amusing pop as their bodies parted once more. He kneaded and 
massaged her ass with his fingers, clutching her soft, tender buttocks 
fiercely in his grip. 

His cock seemed to fill her womb to bursting, and it pounded so wildly 
inside of her that she thought it might burst from his greedy wanting. She 
thrilled to the throbbing demand she could feel in his flesh, and she ached 
to have him come in her cunt as quickly as she could force him to. 

She threw herself at him hungrily, now, grinding her belly and loins tightly 
against his, rocking enticingly back and forth as she gripped and squeezed 
his shaft with her young, strong muscles. 

The old man could feel her pussy closing down around his cock, drawing tight 
as her desire burned higher in her loins. He moaned softly, bucking into her 
a few more times, feeling his own passion climbing steadily toward its 
moment of explosion. 

His prick ached with an unbelievable ecstasy, now, tortured with an 
exquisite agony he had long forgotten. Every stroke that he took made the 
come boil hotter in his balls and the flesh of his cock bum with need. 

Now he drove his shaft in and out her in a frenzy of greed. He could barely 
see her lovely, young face through the mist of passion in front of his eyes, 
and his whole body seemed poised on the brink of a massive eruption in his 
loins. 

The young girl sobbed and shivered, rocking her head back and forth in the 
grass, thrusting herself against him again and again. She felt her pussy 
throbbing with pleasure, almost too intense for her to bear, and she groaned 
as the orgasm that was building inside of her reached its most powerful 
point. 

"Ohh, God, yes, going to come, Henry, yes," she sobbed, thrusting her pussy 
hard against the old man's driving shaft. "Ummm, so nice, Henry, going to 
come so nice! Yes, ohhh, yes, yes, yes!" 

The old man drove his cock into her wildly, now, as he felt her pussy 
muscles quaking around the plunging tool. She screamed softly, hugging him 
tightly to her lithe frame as the climax burst in the depths of her lovely, 
hot cunt. 

Her thick, creamy come swirled delightfully around his shaft, coating the 
raging weapon with its warm, sticky passion. He groaned thickly, pumping his 
meat into her over and over again, thrilling to the way she was completely 
consumed by her release. 

Now she began to work on his plunging tool with a determined need. She 
wanted him to feel the same as she, at that moment, and she desperately 
squeezed his cock with her muscles and thrust herself into him hungrily. 

"Now, Henry, come in me, now," she moaned, almost in tears from the aching 
pleasure of her release. "Ohhh, God, I need it, now! Right now, Henry, come 
in me, right now!" 

The old man could barely breathe any longer, so powerful and violent were 
the surging sensations he was experiencing. He drove deep into her pussy, 
burying the cock in the depths of her loins, gasping as the moment took 
hold. 

The girl felt his shaft quaking in the pit of her cunt, then felt him 
bucking back and forth in a wild, urgent manner. He was groaning and 
sobbing, thrusting in and out of her uncontrollably as the climax exploded 
in his balls and the hot, thick come began to spurt from the head of his 
tortured meat. 

"Ahhh, coming in you, Sarah, coming in you, now," Henry croaked, his voice 
greedy and weak with passion. "Ahhh, so good in my little granddaughter, 
coming in her so good, right now!" 

The come shot and seared her flesh, swirling and mingling with her own, 
until the creamy waves of fluid spilled over from her pit and stained their 
quivering thighs. 

Both of them shuddered and thrashed on the grass, deeply caught by the 
throes of the ecstasy they were experiencing. Again and again the orgasms 
tore through them, until finally, the old man collapsed across her body and 
the two of them were breathing heavily, gasping for breath. 

The tremors of pleasure lingered in their loins, rippling through them as 
they lay there. Everything around them was calm and peaceful and the old man 
felt as if life were just beginning for him all over again. 

Then, as the dream melted away, the old man moaned quietly and rolled over 
on his side. He blinked and opened his eyes, smiling at the fading memory of 
the dream. His hand slipped down between his legs and groped for his cock. 

He found the shaft, slippery and sticky with the come of his dream, and he 
smiled. He almost laughed as he wiped his fingers on the sheet and snuggled 
down into a comfortable position once again. 

He laughed when he wondered what his son would think of his old man having 
wet dreams at his age. He probably would think it was disgusting. But that 
was Frank, a real tight-ass if there ever was one. That's why he wasn't 
going to get the farm. Not while Henry was alive, at any rate. 

As the old man closed his eyes again, the smile remained on his lips. Sleep 
came to him quickly, as it always did these days, and he felt the soothing 
rush of quiet and calm coming over him, rapidly. 

Just before he drifted off, he spoke a single word. He said, "Sarah," in a 
soft, contented voice, the faint glimmer of a smile on his old, weather 
beaten lips as he slept again. He slept in peace, with a soft, satisfied 
smile on his lips. 

 CHAPTER TWO 

"The son of a bitch shit in the ventilators again," growled Frank Carney. 

Sarah Carney glanced up from her bowl of cereal and gave her uncle a nervous 
look. She could sense, already, that this was going to be one of those days 
when there would be just no talking to him. 

She watched as Frank paced back and forth across the kitchen, raging louder 
and louder with every passing moment. Her Aunt Carol was standing by the 
stove, saying nothing, merely shaking her head sadly. 

Frank grabbed the fifty-year-old woman by the arm and turned her around to 
face him. "How much more, Carol, tell me that, how much more do you need?" 
he hissed. 

"Frank, Frank, calm down, you'll give yourself a fit, acting this way," 
Carol Carney sighed. "What's done is done, nothing can help that, and you 
know it." 

Her nephew glared at her, grimly. "Sure, sure, you can say that, meanwhile, 
I'm supposed to run this place, keep a God damn roof over our heads." 

"He just made a mistake," Sarah prompted, immediately regretting she had 
opened her mouth to say anything. 

Frank spun on his heels and glared, at the girl. "Sure, go ahead, excuse him 
another time," he spat, shaking his head angrily. "I'm getting tired of his 
mistakes, little miss, I can tell you that!" 

"Well, Frank, he is an old man, you know," sighed Carol Carney, hating the 
fact that she had to refer to her older brother that way. "You have to make 
allowances for him, you know." 

"That's exactly it," growled Frank, slamming his palm down hard on the 
kitchen table, almost upsetting Sarah's glass of milk. "He's an old man, 
getting older. Pretty soon, he won't know where he is anymore!" 

"That's not true!" shouted Sarah, leaping up from her chair and knocking it 
over behind her. "Henry is getting better every day, and you know it, you're 
just mean and greedy, that's all!" 

Frank spun on his heels and eyed his niece with a vicious, angry eye. He 
shook his head and smacked his fist into his palm. "You are getting a little 
too big for your britches around here, little miss," he hissed. "I've been 
noticing that for quite some time." 

"I know all about what you have been saying in town," Sarah replied, not 
giving an inch under his threatening glare. "I know the stories you've been 
telling about grandpa, and I think you're hateful!" 

"It might be time to take you down a peg or two, little one," warned Frank, 
his fingers clutching at his belt buckle. "It just might be time to teach 
you a little respect for your elders!" 

Cautiously the girl backed around the table. Frank was slipping his belt 
from the loops of his pants when the door to his father's bedroom opened 
with a harsh creak and his father stood there in his pajamas. 

"What's all the shouting about in here?" he asked in a sleep-thickened 
voice. "Man can't seem to get his rest around here." 

All three of the other people glanced at him, and the old man ran his gaze 
over all of them, Taking in the mood and tension of the scene. He nodded to 
himself and lifted up his hand to beckon to the girl. 

"Come over here to me, Sarah," he said softly, his voice warm and gentle. 
"Come here and give your grandpa a big hug and a kiss, will you?" 

Eagerly the girl skipped over to where the old man was standing and embraced 
him affectionately. He hugged her to him and smiled absently as he ran his 
hand up and down her delicate spine. 

"You were saying something about me, Frank?" Henry asked his son. Their eyes 
met and each of them seemed determined not to look away first. "I think if 
you got something on your mind, you ought to tell me about it, not go 
scaring little girls with the big, brave man you are!" 

"Go to hell, old man," his son hissed. He glared at his aunt. "I'll be back 
late, don't hold dinner. And you, my little niece, you can get to work on 
the barn, it's a mess! I want it cleaned up before I get back." 

With that he turned and left the house, slamming the screen door behind him. 
Henry watched his son go, the sadness in his eyes clearly obvious to his 
granddaughter as she gazed up into them. 

"Poor old Frank, always did seem to get upset over the tiniest thing," he 
chuckled absently. He shook his head once more. "Don't know where he got 
that, not from me, maybe from his mother, though I don't remember her being 
that way, do you, Carol?" His sister laughed in relief, glad that the scene 
was over. "No, of course not, Henry, you know how sweet Lyla was," she 
chuckled. "Why that woman wouldn't raise her voice to the devil himself. She 
was as kind and considerate as you are." 

The old man laughed and hugged his young granddaughter tighter to his chest. 
"You see, Sarah, you see how that sister of mine humors me?" he cackled 
happily. 

"And you are too getting better," Sarah said stubbornly, wiping a strand of 
hair out of her eyes and stifling a sob. "I know you are Henry, Frank's just 
mean, that's all!" 

The old man shook his head and sighed. "No, no, you mustn't think that way, 
honey," he told the girl. He pushed her away until he was holding her at 
arms length and gazed at her seriously. 

"Frank's just got his own troubles, Sarah, that's all," he told her quietly. 
"You have to remember that you're just a little girl, honey, and your Uncle 
is a grown up man with all the responsibilities that entails. You musn't 
judge him too harshly, Sarah, you musn't do that." 

The young girl sighed and nodded silently. "I'll try to remember that, 
Henry," she whispered determinedly. "I really, honestly will try and 
remember that." 

The old man smiled and bent over to kiss his granddaughter's forehead. 
"That's my Sarah, that's my girl," he chuckled warmly. "Now you go out and 
take care of that barn, honey. So your uncle won't have a conniption when he 
gets back!" 

Sarah nodded again then went out of the house and into the barn. She hated 
it in there, with all the smells and the waste she had to clean up. For what 
seemed like the millionth time in her life, she realized she wasn't geared 
toward farming. 

When her parents died, she was only a little girl, and there were only two 
places she could have gone. Either to her Aunt Lois's or her Uncle Frank's. 
She had no idea how she ended up with Uncle Frank, but she often wished she 
had gone to Aunt Lois instead. 

She never really felt at home here, never really felt any love or warmth 
from her uncle. Only her grandfather gave her the feeling of being wanted, 
even her great aunt didn't seem as close to her as he. 

She began shoveling the waste from the floor, gasping and groaning as she 
lifted shovel after shovel of the dank smelling stuff. It was hard work and 
in a matter of a few minutes, she was sweating buckets and wondering, idly, 
if she could strip off some of her clothing to make herself more 
comfortable. 

She often worked semi-nude and sometimes completely naked. It gave her a 
feeling of freedom not to be all bound up in clothing, and though she knew 
other people might think it strange, she didn't care, as long as nobody 
caught her at it. 

She nodded determinedly, then, and quickly stripped off her shirt and the 
shapeless bra she had been wearing. She debated about her jeans, then tugged 
them free, also, leaving only her panties and sneakers on. 

God, that felt so much better! She smiled for the first time all morning, it 
seemed, and began to hum a pleasing tune as she worked. At once the task did 
not appear so difficult and unrewarding and she busily did her job, now, 
without hating it as much. 

She was working for about an hour when she felt a strange sense of being 
watched come over her. She looked up from her work and suddenly spun around 
to catch a fleeting image darting out of sight behind the barn door. 

Instantly she reached for her shirt hanging over a railing and called out in 
an angry voice. "Okay, Jimmy Parker, you've had your little show, now quit 
spying on me," she growled. "I know you're out that, did you get a good 
look?" 

A laugh came from behind the barn door, and a few moments later, a tall, 
thin young boy a year older than she stepped into view. He had a cocky 
manner, though not a way of carrying himself that was obnoxious. 

"Pretty good, but you moved around too fast," he chuckled, entering the 
barn. "If you had stood still a little more often, I could have made a much 
better examination!" 

Sarah buttoned up her shirt, but did not bother with her jeans, she watched 
as Jimmy flopped right down on a pile of hay, while she leaned against the 
beam in the center of the barn. 

"I'm sorry, Jimmy, I certainly wouldn't want to be the one to limit your 
information," she said dryly. "After all, I know how steamed up you boys are 
at your age." 

Jimmy laughed. He was used to such joking abuse from her and it did not 
bother him a bit. "Don't get the idea I'm drooling over you, Sarah Carney," 
he snorted. "I don't need to gaze at your perfect body all that much, I've 
seen it before!" 

Sarah laughed and flopped down in the hay beside the boy. That was true 
enough, she'd gone skinny dipping a number of times with him, and neither of 
them had anybody secrets from each other. 

She liked the boy, he was quite different from most of the others. Jimmy had 
never made any sexual overtures to her at all, aside from a couple of 
drunken kissing sessions they had had over the past couple of years. 

She was sure that he was as virginal as she, and probably ten times hornier, 
yet he never forced his affections on her at all. She had often wondered 
about that, but somehow, had never gotten around to asking him why. 

"Am I sexy to you, Jimmy?" she asked, suddenly. She turned her head to see 
his reaction to the question, and immediately felt the color rushing to her 
cheeks. 

He gazed at her quizzically. "Yeah, sure, why do you ask?" 

"Well, you've never tried to do anything," she said, slowly, trying to be 
very careful in her choice of words. "I mean, except for a couple of times, 
you never tried anything with me at all." 

Jimmy laughed, with just a trace of bitterness in his voice. "Hell, Sarah, 
you aren't interested in that, anyway," he told her. "I've never felt like 
you cared one way or the other, and if you don't care, then all it would do 
is mess up our friendship, right?" 

Sarah pondered the question. While it was true that pushing her into any 
experience would have hurt both of them, she was more intrigued by the 
question of what she truly wanted than anything else. 

"It's not true, really," she replied after a moment. She wrapped her 
slender, graceful arms around her legs and drew them tight to her chest. "I 
mean, I've thought about it, too, you know." 

Jimmy sighed, shaking his head as if he were bored with the topic. "Well, 
thinking and doing are two different things, Sarah," he said 
matter-of-factly. "And if you don't want to do anything, I always figure, 
why bother to start?" 

Sarah couldn't argue with that, but now she was beginning to feel distinctly 
bothered by the subject. She had been masturbating on and off for a year 
now, with very little guilt, because, unknown to everyone else, she and her 
grandfather had talked about sex a lot. 

Henry might be seventy-two years old, but her certainly didn't think like an 
old fuddy duddy. He had listened to Sarah's questions, and told her quite 
honestly and seriously that she had nothing to be ashamed of. 

"The body is a marvelous thing, Sarah," he had said. "It can provide you 
with a great deal of pleasure. You just have to be sure you're doing what's 
best for yourself, that's all." 

He had gone on to tell her not to feel guilty about touching herself, giving 
herself the pleasure she wanted and needed. Moreover, he had told her to 
have fun, experiment, above all make sure that her heart was not guided by 
her flesh. 

So now, she sat there, beside this warm, attractive and good friend, and 
wondered why she had bothered waiting so long to see what sex was like with 
another person. Jimmy was the perfect partner for her, now, she decided. 

She placed her hand on Jimmy's leg and looked him deeply in the eyes. "Let's 
do it, then," she said softly, the tone of her voice so calm and controlled 
that she realized at once, he didn't really understand her meaning. 

"Just don't go falling in love with me, or anything, you jerk," she chuckled 
mockingly. "I'm only interested in finding out what happens." 

Jimmy just sat there, staring at her, still confused. He heard what she had 
been saying, but he had forced his desire for down so deep inside of him 
over the past couple of years, that it was very nearly buried completely, by 
now. 

She bent forward and experimentally pressed her lips to his. The boy 
shuddered a bit with the sudden contact, moaning slightly as the soft, 
pliant petals moved gently over his, kissing him with a warm, tender 
passion. 

He felt her arms slithering around his neck, pulling his body a little 
closer to hers, and her lips fluttering and quivering with a growing passion 
as she kissed him. Neither of them had done much, if anything, beyond a lot 
of reading, and they were both a little scared, of doing something wrong. 

"Come on, Jimmy, loosen up," she moaned, pulling her head from his. "I'm 
serious about this, I want to try everything, don't you? Now let's relax and 
have some fun!" 

The boy moaned and shivered as he felt a harsh, compelling tremor ripple 
through his balls. He still couldn't believe this was happening. He smiled, 
but it was a trembling grin that creased his lips. 

"Are sure about this, Sarah?" he sighed, shaking his head fiercely. "I mean, 
I don't want to get started and then have to quit in the middle, you know? 
I'd just rather forget it if it comes to that." 

She knew he was not trying to pressure her, but merely facing facts. She 
hadn't given him any clear indications of her desires in the past, and there 
was truly no reason right then for him to believe she was serious. 

Calmly she unbuttoned her shirt once again and pulled the garment from her 
shoulders. She sat just inches from him, now, her lovely, young breasts 
rising and falling rhythmically with her steady breathing, jiggling in an 
enticing fashion. 

"What do you think, dummy?" she said sourly. She reached out and took hold 
of his hand, guiding it to her breasts. "Am I going to have to do 
everything, here?" 

The young boy groaned loudly in passion as he felt the first, heady rush of 
pleasure when his fingers made contact with her soft, warm flesh. He had 
ached for months to touch her like this, but had never dared. Now all the 
desire he had kept in check, began to spill out in the face of this 
opportunity. 

"Ahh, Jesus, Sarah," he groaned, leaning forward and pressing his lips 
lightly against hers once more, while his fingers just barely encircled the 
offered boob. "You just don't have any idea, baby!" 

Sarah shivered as the boy began to knead and caress her small, pliant 
spheres. Her boobs were hardly more than buds on her chest, but already they 
had a roundness and firmness to them that gave every indication of becoming 
nothing less than perfect with time. 

She shuddered spasmodically as Jimmy's fingers gripped and squeezed her 
mounds, creating sensations in her flesh, unlike anything she had ever felt 
before. She groaned thickly when she felt the young man catch one of her 
nipples between his fingers and give the tiny, rosy pebble a tender pinch. 

"Oooo, that's nice, Jimmy, ummm, I like that," she whispered happily, 
quivering with the heady, sudden sensation of warmth that began to ripple 
through her loins. "Umm, do that some more, please, ahhh, it feels so good!" 

Her mouth mashed against his, now, kissing him hungrily. She felt his tongue 
greedily tapping at her teeth, slithering back and forth, trying to pry them 
apart. Willingly she opened her mouth, allowing his eager dart to slither 
past her teeth and begin to attack her own moist, pink arrow. 

The two tongues danced and lashed at each other, teasingly, rolling and 
entwining as the young people kissed. Their bodies drew tight together, and 
Jimmy's hand now grew more sure of itself, more relaxed in the manner in 
which he caressed her darling boobs. 

Both of them were feeling things that were familiar, but ten times more 
intense than anything they had experienced in the past. Certainly each of 
them had touched themselves, masturbated and the like, but never had they 
felt their bodies being caressed and explored by another person, and it was 
more than enough to make them feel light-headed and aching with each passing 
moment. 

As Jimmy kissed her, his free hand began to travel over her back, kneading 
and massaging her narrow, rippling spine. He loved the way her body seemed 
to shudder and jerk uncontrollably beneath his touch, and it thrilled him to 
realize that he was creating this pleasure in her flesh. 

Gently he ran the tips of his fingers around the luscious, soft curve of her 
hips, slithering the greedy digits down along the top of her thigh, 
scratching idly at the warm, trembling limb. 

The young girl moaned quietly, the sudden, thrilling rush of liquid passion 
racing through her, now, as Jimmy's fingers danced along her smooth, tapered 
thigh. She felt her loins beginning to throb in a familiar, demanding 
fashion, and she realized that she wanted these sensations to do nothing 
more than continue and even heighten if possible. 

She dropped her legs back down and parted them a bit, giving the boy more 
room to maneuver. She sighed contently as she felt his hand riding along her 
inner thighs, now, kneading and pinching her damp, quivering flesh as they 
went along. 

Absently, she stared down at Jimmy's crotch and noticed that a hard lump was 
beginning to form at the center of his trousers. She watched it for a 
moment, and could swear she saw it beating against the confinement of the 
garment. 

Naturally, she had seen his penis before, had even seen Henry's a couple of 
times, when he had gotten up in the middle of the night and wandered around 
the house stark naked until she put him back to bed. 

She wasn't going to be shocked by seeing a male organ, but she had never 
seen one fully erect and pounding with the kind of passion she knew the boy 
was experiencing. She had to admit to herself, that even the sight of it was 
going to turn her on. 

Tentatively she dropped one of her hands to his lap, and lazily ran the tips 
of her fingers up and down along the length of the growing mound. The boy's 
reaction was sudden and intense. 

"Ahh, Christ, Sarah," Jimmy gasped as she pressed the tips of her fingers 
against the front of his jeans. He jerked spasmodically, as if she had poked 
him with a hot iron. "Ohh, God, God!" 

He shuddered violently, bending into her and kissing her with more hunger 
than before. His fingers began to knead her breasts more passionately, yet 
with no loss of tenderness at all, and his other hand began to explore her 
inner thighs with more determination, now. 

"Well, at least that got you interested," she laughed, her voice thicker 
than she would have imagined, more tight with the passion she was feeling, 
now. 

Jimmy chuckled along with her, slithering his hand up and over her panties, 
suddenly, pressing his fingers tightly against her quaking mound. At once 
she understood his reaction to her caress, for the violent spasm of pleasure 
that tore through her, almost made her scream with delight and thrash 
uncontrollably in the hay. 

Eagerly the boy began to knead and caress her cunt through the sheer 
material of her panties. He could feel the heat of her rising desire seeping 
from her loins and the creamy liquid of her wanting was beginning to soak 
through her garment and coat his fingers with its sticky greed. 

Now she began to squeeze his expanding tool through his jeans. She gripped 
it in her fingers and methodically opened and closed her fist around the 
rod, slowly working her way along the growing shaft. 

She could feel the blood beginning to pound through the shaft, making it 
quake and throb against her fingers and palm in a most pleasing fashion. She 
could hear his soft, urgent groans of pleasure as she fondled and massaged 
him, and she found it most satisfying to be the one making him this lustful. 

She could not begin to think of what it must look like, and her fingers 
urgently fumbled with his jeans, trying desperately to tear his belt loose 
and pull his zipper down at the same time. 

"I want to see it, Jimmy," she whispered breathlessly, finally sliding the 
zipper free. "I want to see what it looks like all hard and excited!" 

"Jesus, Sarah, I want to see you, too," he groaned, almost as if in a battle 
to tear away from her and remain, also. "I can't stand all this clothing, 
on!" 

Quickly Sarah slipped her thumbs into her panties and rapidly ran the 
unwanted garment down over her legs and feet. She threw them aside and 
stared at him impatiently. He shook his head and moaned, then tore at his 
own clothing in a frenzy until he was finally sitting naked beside her. 

Sarah gazed down at the thick, hard pole between his legs, her belly 
rumbling with excitement as she watched the shaft throbbing visibly, 
slapping back and forth against the boy's thighs. 

It seemed so alive to her, that she could barely tear her eyes from it. She 
reached out with her small, slender hand and took hold of the shaft 
tenderly. The boy groaned with pleasure and almost jerked away from her in 
response. 

"Ummm, it's nice, Jimmy," she giggled in a girlish fashion. She closed her 
fist around his cock then opened her hand once more. "I love how big and 
powerful it feels! Ooo, it's marvelous, Jimmy, just marvelous!" 

Groaning thickly, the young boy returned his hands to her body, now, cupping 
her breasts with one, gently exploring her loins with the other. Her flesh 
seemed on fire to him, now, damp with the sweat of passion and the moist, 
creamy juice that flowed from her virginal loins. 

The heat that poured from her cunt was astounding, almost unbelievable to 
him. Hesitantly he rode the tips of his fingers over the rim of her 
throbbing hillock, listening with pleasure to her soft, quiet moans. 

He loved how her cunt seemed to quiver and dance with every caress of his 
hand. It was obvious to him that he was the direct source of her pleasure 
and it thrilled him to know that the mere touch of his fingers could get the 
girl so excited. 

Sarah felt his cock pounding wildly in her fist now, and it seemed almost as 
if she could actually gauge the rising of his desire as she squeezed and 
worked her fingers along the pounding tool. 

She pinched the thick, quaking tip of his shaft between her thumb and 
forefinger and tenderly sliced her fingernails back and forth around the 
surface of his shaft. Her free hand slithered beneath the thrashing tool, 
and cupped, lovingly around his taut, hairy ball bag. 

Lovingly she gave the pounding sack as soft, gentle squeeze. She rolled the 
hard, pounding stones of his balls over her fingers in a teasing fashion and 
laughed softly as the sounds of agonized pleasure that tore from his lips. 

Her own body was growing more and more aching with desire as she felt his 
urgent fingers exploring her wet, warm loins. Gently he slithered his 
fingers around the twitching button of her clit, and when they brushed over 
the juicy nugget, she almost screamed with the sensations she felt from the 
contact. 

"Oooo, there, that thing, Jimmy, ummm," she groaned, her voice so twisted 
that she barely recognized it. "Touch that some more, darling, ahhh, yes, 
right there!" 

Jimmy knew what a clit was, and what it was for, and he tenderly began to 
pinch and roll the important nub back and forth in a determined manner. She 
bucked and shuddered so violently under the caress that he could barely keep 
his fingers where they should be under her powerful reaction. 

He felt her hand pumping slowly up and down on his cock, now, squeezing and 
tugging on his shaft as she methodically took him higher and higher on a 
dizzy plane of ecstasy. The sensation of her fingers on his flesh was almost 
more than he could bear, and he groaned thickly as she continued to work on 
his quaking shaft. 

Never before in his life had his cock ached so demandingly, had his pleasure 
been so exquisitely agonizing. It felt as if his prick were about to burst 
from desire and his balls explode in need. 

He moved his mouth quickly down over her smooth, elegant neck, kissing and 
lathering her flesh with his lips and tongue as he drew near to her small, 
precious globes. Lovingly he wrapped his lips around one tiny, pert nipple 
and sucked the tender nugget into his hungry mouth. 

The girl shrieked in delight as she felt him sucking and lathering her 
imprisoned nugget. The tearing pleasure of his attack was so powerful that 
it made her weak with desire and she mashed her breasts tightly against his 
eager mouth. 

"Ohh, yeah, ummm, good, Jimmy, so good," she sighed, working harder on his 
cock and balls, squeezing and tugging on his throbbing flesh with abandon. 
"More, please, Jimmy, do lots more!" 

Now, Jimmy's fingers became more bold at her loins. He slithered them back 
and forth along her slippery, warm cunt petals, pinching and rubbing the 
tender folds of flesh between them. 

Her pussy shuddered and quaked under his attentive and affectionate assault 
and her lovely, moist thighs quivered uncontrollably, opening and closing 
against his hand in a spasmodic manner. 

Gently he slipped two fingers inside of her quaking tunnel, carefully riding 
them into the hot, taut chamber. She screamed in pleasure, thrusting her 
pussy up hard against the invading digits, thrilling completely to the 
sudden and delicious penetration of her virginal womb. 

Never in her life had she ever felt anything like this. Her cunt seemed to 
wrap itself around his probing digits, quaking violently under the attack. 
She felt his thumb rubbing back and forth across her clit and the twin 
sensations of his invasion and attentive caress were almost overwhelming. 

She felt him driving his fingers deep inside of her, now, the journey only 
stopping when the tips of the digits bumped into her taut, unyielding 
virginity. She winced in pain, but merely sighed, not wishing to alarm him. 

His mouth was hungrily licking and sucking on her breasts, now, nibbling at 
her alabaster flesh with growing need. She loved the feeling of his tongue 
slithering back and forth against her nipples, making them tremble and ache 
with ever increasing delight. 

She felt his hand gently pushing her down on her back and she eagerly 
complied, lying in the soft, comfortable hay, thrilled to do little more 
than continue to squeeze and massage his cock and balls, while he attended 
to her fevered loins. 

His fingers were now gently riding in and out of her, while his thumb rolled 
a steady circle over her clit. His lips slithered over her stomach, and his 
tongue stabbed, wickedly, at her navel. 

She giggled in pleasure and shuddered as the spasms ripped through her. She 
had a vague idea of what his intentions were, and she ached with 
anticipation as she felt his lips riding gently over her belly, drawing near 
to her hot, pulsating mound. 

"Ohh, Jimmy, Jimmy, this is so nice," she moaned, swaying from left to right 
as the boy's eager mouth kissed its way through the sparse tufts of hair 
that covered her quaking hillock. "Ummm, you make me feel so damn good, 
Jimmy, so damn good!" 

She felt him adjust his position, then, arranging his body so that he could 
have a comfortable, clear access to her loins. She realized, with a shock, 
that he was no longer concerned with his own pleasure, but now deeply 
interested in making her feel good. 

She sighed in pleasure as his lips rode over her cunt mound, and his tongue 
darted and stabbed at her taut, twitching clit. The spark of painful delight 
that she felt under his tongue, was almost more than she could stand. She 
sobbed in pleasure and gave his cock the hardest squeeze yet. 

Jimmy was totally wrapped up in the way the girl was responding to his 
actions. His cock ached with wanting and his balls pounded fiercely, but he 
was well aware that an orgasm could happen for him at any time, and he was 
more concerned now with bringing her to the same fevered pitch of passion. 

Hungrily he slithered his tongue back and forth along her cunt lips, licking 
and nibbling on the moist, warm petals with a growing frenzy. The young girl 
gasped as the awesome waves of pleasure tore through her from his attack, 
making her jerk and thrust her cunt involuntarily against her greedy mouth. 

Now she turned her head to her side and saw his cock pounding still in her 
open palm. She squirmed her body nearer to his, drawing his shaft to her 
full, succulent lips. She giggled a little to herself when she thought about 
what his reaction would be. 

Lovingly she pursed the tender, adorable petals and pressed them 
passionately against the throbbing head of his meat. The boy groaned wildly 
at the contact, and shuddered uncontrollably as she began to kiss his 
fevered flesh. 

She slithered her tongue around the surface of his engorged helmet, stabbing 
playfully at the huge head. She nibbled teasingly at the taut, warm pole, 
gently working her way up and down along the length of the pounding shaft. 

"Ahh, Jesus, ohhh, God, that's good," he moaned, shuddering once again as 
the spasms of delight raced along his aching prong. "Ummm, damn, yeah, 
Sarah, more, do that some more, it's so fucking nice!" 

Eagerly, now, the girl lathered his cock, slicing her tongue rapidly 
downward toward the root of his shaft. She could smell the dank, sour aroma 
of his greed rising from his loins and it tingled as deliciously in her 
nostrils as the odor of her own lust did in his. 

Gently she parted her lips and sucked the taut, hairy sack of his balls into 
her warm, moist mouth. She locked her teeth against his flesh, slashing at 
the imprisoned stones in a wicked fashion. 

Jimmy, now caught fast in the grip of a passion and desire so overpowering 
he could barely control himself, now, gasped in pleasure and attacked her 
pussy with increased passion and abandon. 

He drove his tongue in and out of her wildly, slicing and slashing at her 
inner walls with a hungry need. He kneaded and caressed the soft, spongy 
half moons of her ass, drawing her pussy tight to his lips. 

Stroke after stroke he drove into her, sucking the love juice from her womb 
and lathering her cunt in a frenzy. His balls throbbed so wildly that he 
could barely breathe with the desire he felt and he twisted and turned in an 
agony of bliss. 

"Ahh, Jesus, Sarah, do my prick," he moaned, trying to push her head away 
from his balls with an urgent hand. "Do my prick, please, do it now!" 

Quickly the young girl drew her mouth from his cock and worked her way 
rapidly up to the throbbing head of his shaft once more. She wrapped her 
lips around the tip of his prong and sucked it into her mouth, hungrily. 

Jimmy sobbed with pleasure as he felt her slithering his cock down along the 
taut, silken passage of her throat, eagerly gathering as much of the huge 
spear into the velvet tunnel as she could take. 

Never in his life had he felt like this and he shuddered uncontrollably as 
he felt the adorable young girl gently bobbing her head up and down on his 
tortured meat. 

She twisted and turned, rhythmically powering the cock in and out of her 
mouth in a slow, steady fashion. Jimmy's tongue was now riding in and out of 
her cunt in perfect time with her, and in a matter of moments they were 
locking in a single rhythm of passionate attack. 

Both of the youngsters were so caught up in their passion now, that nothing 
else seemed to matter to them at all. They attacked each other's loins with 
a frenzied passion, each determined to give and receive as much pleasure as 
possible. 

From the way her pussy was throbbing and burning in such a familiar manner, 
Sarah could tell she was going to have an orgasm very, very soon. Even in 
the midst of her passion, she realized that she wanted to experience the 
thrill of him inside of her cunt and she pulled on the young boy, 
demandingly, now. 

"Now, Jimmy, ummm, do it to me, now," she sobbed, thrashing and shoving his 
prick away from her, trying to turn his body around. "Put it in me, now, 
Jimmy, ummm, right now!" 

The boy realized what she wanted and his cock was aching so badly, now, that 
he was sure that he had to do something quickly, or come just from sheer 
demand. He quickly slithered his body over her thighs and settled down 
between the warm, wet limbs. 

He inched himself forward, feeling the thrill of her fingers greedily 
tugging on his prick, pulling it toward her awaiting chamber. He gasped as 
he felt Sarah urgently forcing his cock inside of her, the angry lust 
consuming her. 

The first sensation of penetration was almost more than either of them could 
stand. They shuddered and cried out in pleasure, moaning in broken, labored 
tones as the boy gently slithered his aching tool along her taut, virginal 
tunnel. 

"Ahh, so hot and tight, Sarah," groaned the boy, twisting and turning as he 
sunk his prick into her. "So warm and wonderful! Ohh, it's good, Sarah, 
being inside you is so damn good!" 

The young girl could hardly think straight anymore. His prick seemed to feel 
so perfect in her womb, so snug a fit that she could not believe it. She 
bucked forward and hungrily kneaded his cock with her cunt muscles, pulling 
him into her until the fat, pounding head was tapping insistently against 
her maidenhead. 

"Do it, do it, please," she whispered hungrily, wrapping her arms around his 
neck and pulling him tight to her lithe frame. "Don't waste any time, Jimmy, 
break it, now, right now, please!" 

The young boy took a deep breath and withdrew three quarters of the way out 
of her tight, gripping tunnel. He could feel her womb quaking around his 
shaft, and her hips bucking insistently upward. 

He gripped her buttocks in his hands and suddenly powered forward, slicing 
cleanly through the thin layer of flesh that kept him from the depths of her 
precious loins. 

The sudden attack was so smooth and so quick, that Sarah barely felt a flash 
of pain or knew what was happening until he was buried to the hilt in her 
cunt and her virginity was suddenly a thing of the past. 

She screamed in pleasure and relief that it had been so easy, and she thrust 
her groin tight to his, whispering hungrily and frantically in his ear. 

"Ohhh, yeah, now, fuck me, now, Jimmy," she cooed sensuously, lathering his 
ear with the tip of her pink, pointed tongue. "Do it, Jimmy, ummm, do it to 
me, good!" 

The boy felt as if his whole life had come down to this one, intense and 
delicious moment. He began to ride his cock in and out of her in steady, 
rhythmic thrusts, carefully rocking his shaft back and forth against her 
wet, warm canal as he pumped it in and out of her. 

Her pussy fluttered and quaked around the plunging spear, kneading and 
massaging the prong as it assaulted her lovely cave. The sensation was 
delicious and the wild, careening pleasure only seemed to grow and grow with 
every passionate stroke that he took. 

This was what she had been hoping for, what she had wanted. Now, nothing 
mattered but the ecstasy both of them could experience. Carefully she found 
the rhythm and pace of his fucking and joined him. 

She rode up when he withdrew and slithered back down when he plunged. Each 
separate stroke was creating more and more fire in her pussy, and each time 
he buried himself completely inside of her, she thought she might faint from 
the sheer agonized pleasure of his attack. 

She shuddered and moaned, rocking and twisting under the relentless thrust 
of his cock. Her cunt expanded and contracted around the driving shaft, 
kneading and urging him on with every marvelous stroke that he took. 

She could feel her pussy growing hotter and tighter, nearing the moment of 
an explosion that she could not believe. She shuddered and sobbed, hugging 
him fiercely to her now as the moment she had been seeking had almost 
arrived. 

"Ohh, Jimmy, Jimmy, I'm going to come," she sobbed, twisting and turning as 
the boy thundered into her again and again. "Ummm, yes, going to come, 
Jimmy, you're going to make me come right now!" 

The boy felt her pussy suddenly erupting around his shaft. The come swirled 
and splashed around his tool, making his flesh even more sensitive than 
before. He rammed into her again and again, driving and grinding his belly 
against hers as the wild, overpowering pleasure tore through her. 

The girl could hardly think of anything in that moment. Her passion and 
pleasure were so intense that she could only lay there, shuddering 
involuntarily as the spasms of tortured bliss roared along her inner walls. 

She felt him pumping in and out of her more rapidly now, and she realized 
that he too was about to climax, so she worked on his prick with her muscles 
all the harder. 

Jimmy bucked and shuddered, driving his cock deep into her pussy as the 
orgasm exploded in his balls. The waves of thick, hot come shot from his 
throbbing member, splashing against her slippery, hot tunnel walls, searing 
her flesh with the liquid of his aching love. 

"Coming, I'm coming in you, now, Sarah," the boy moaned, his voice twisted 
and spent with relief. "Ahhh, Jesus, it's good, coming in you is so damn 
good!" 

The two young people shivered and quaked in the hay, moaning and gasping as 
the powerful, intense waves of pleasure tore through them. They sobbed as 
the orgasms seemed to go on and on, and when they finally parted, each of 
them shuddering uncontrollably, they felt as if every ounce of energy and 
desire had been drained from them completely. 

They lay in the hay, quivering with the delicious, lingering traces of their 
passion, still rippling through their bodies. Sarah's eyes were closed and 
she was stroking his chest, absently, with the tips of her fingers, while he 
was lovingly tracing a path along her inner thigh with his own. 

She felt so peaceful, so fulfilled that she barely knew what else to think 
about other than the bliss she was experiencing. It seemed that Henry was 
right, after all, this was definitely the kind of thing she wanted to do 
more often. 

As the two of them lay there, they were not aware of the old man stationed 
by the window, staring at them intently. There was a thin smile on his face 
and his heart was beating wildly. He had watched everything, and now, much 
to his surprise, he felt the long, lost desire returning to his loins. 

He was happy for his granddaughter, to say the least, but a bit troubled by 
this return of passion. He didn't know what the hell he was going to do with 
it, but for the time being, he was just happy that he was feeling anything 
at all. 

In the barn, the two young people drifted off to sleep and the old man 
turned to leave them to their rest. He made a mental note to make sure he 
woke them before Frank got home, then padded back into the house, sighing 
with the flood of memories of lust and desire that had invaded his mind. 

 CHAPTER THREE 

Frank Carney felt as if he had endured enough. After all these years, he was 
tired, just plain tired, of dealing with his father. 

It had been bad enough when Henry was in complete control of his mind, when 
he ruled the house and farm with an iron hand and drove his two sons like 
demons. That had been enough, but this, this was too much. 

He was damn sick of being the one that had to carry the weight. The old 
bastard wouldn't turn the farm over to him in spite of all the arguments and 
everything else. The bastard was being stubborn to the end. 

He was talking with his father, almost out of his mind with frustration and 
despair. "God damn it, you can't run a farm like you did in the old days," 
he groaned, slamming his fist down hard on the table. "It's a different 
time, old man, a different time!" 

Henry shook his head wearily. "Now, Frank, I know how much you want to buy 
that new equipment," he said slowly, keeping his voice in control. "But it 
took me thirty years to get out of debt, I'm not going into it again!" 

Frank stood up from the table, shaking with rage. "I'm not going under, old 
man," he hissed. "I'm not going to let this whole business sink just because 
you're too stupid and senile to recognize what's going on around you, 
anymore!" 

"There's nothing wrong with my eyes, Frank," his father replied, evenly. "I 
still see pretty good, don't you worry about that." 

"You know what's wrong with you?" his son growled through his teeth, leaning 
over and bending his face into the old man's. "You just can't let go, you 
just can't accept that your time is over." 

"Maybe I don't think it is," Henry said, returning his son's steady, intense 
glare with his own. "I still got a few good years left." 

"Bullshit," he son hissed. "You don't give a damn about anything but your 
own, selfish wants. You'll drag us all down instead of giving up the reins, 
you'll do it out of plain stubbornness!" 

Henry watched as his son turned on his heels and stalked off out of the 
kitchen, leaving him sitting at the table with his granddaughter. He had 
gone out to waken her earlier, but she and Jimmy Parker were already 
finishing up the cleaning, so he did not bother to make his presence known. 

Now he watched as her eyes followed his son's departure, the pretty, blue 
orbs tearing up with fear and sorrow. He smiled and reached out, patting her 
hand, affectionately, giving the slender limb a gentle squeeze. 

"Don't worry yourself about Frank, so, honey," he told her. "His bark is 
always worse than his bite. Always has been. It'll blow over, I promise 
you." 

Sarah smiled weakly at her grandfather. She knew he was telling her the 
truth, as he saw it, but she wondered. It seemed to her that Henry didn't 
realize how intense the situation was getting. 

She felt she saw her uncle a lot clearer than Henry did, and it frightened 
her to death to think that that was so. It was obvious to her, that her 
uncle was growing more and more serious about putting her grandfather in a 
home, and it scared her more than anything had since the day they told her 
her parents had died. 

To think of that wonderful old man stuck in a home, unable to get out except 
for a Sunday afternoon or two. He might be old and a little forgetful, she 
knew that, but that didn't seem like enough of a reason to put him away. 

She couldn't remember how many times she had begged and promised Frank that 
she would watch out for Henry. She swore she would take care of him, that 
Frank wouldn't have to worry about a thing, but is just didn't seem to make 
any difference to her uncle. He wanted Henry gone. 

The old man sitting across from her sighed and got up from the table. He 
went over to the stove and poured himself a cup of coffee, mixing in a 
little cream and sugar. He stood, silently, staring off into space, 
completely removed from the scene. 

Sarah watched him with a thin smile on her lips. She knew he was drifting 
off, back into some warm, pleasing memory that comforted him. Sometimes 
these semi-trances would last for days, but she always thought of them as 
little trips inside of his head that he would take, rather than him 
forgetting who and where he was. 

She knew she would have to keep an eye on him over the next few days. She 
would have to make sure he didn't get into any trouble, or Frank would 
really have a fit. 

"Henry, Henry, are you there?" she whispered softly. The old man did not 
seem to hear her and she spoke louder. "If you haven't gone away, Henry, I 
think you'd better not go just yet." 

The old man turned and smiled at her. "Always watching out for me, humm, 
Sarah?" he said, teasing her a little. "What's the matter, afraid your old 
grandpa will do something foolish?" 

"No, Henry, I'm just worried about Frank, that's all," she sighed. She shook 
her head. "He's just really on edge now, and I don't want him flying off the 
handle!" 

The old man nodded slowly. "I know, honey, I know," he said, shaking his 
head, wearily. "I don't know what gets into me, sometimes, but I'll try to 
be better, I promise, honey." 

With that he took his cup of coffee into his bedroom and shut the door 
behind him. He lay down on his bed and folded his arms beneath his head and 
closed his eyes. 

He chuckled softly. He was well aware of his granddaughter's concern about 
him, he knew, also, that he had these periodic lapses, the times when he 
would blank out. 

Frank thought he never remembered anything, but he did, and only pretended 
not to, every now and then, because of embarrassment. He sighed and shook 
his head. There just wasn't any way to prevent them, so he didn't know what 
he could do to help. 

Poor, Sarah, he thought, sighing heavily. The little girl was so concerned 
about him, so aching to help. Why, she would do just about anything for him, 
he was sure, and thinking that brought a rush of pleasure to his mind. 

He was well aware of what he was thinking, about how he was finding an 
increasing desire for his granddaughter. He was neither ashamed or horrified 
by the thought, however, merely amused by it. 

He had lived too long to find such things disturbing. He was a 
seventy-two-year-old man, and if he had the hots for his granddaughter, then 
it was nobody else's business as far as he was concerned. 

He thought about his son Mark and moaned sadly. He had loved that boy, loved 
him so fiercely that he could barely stand it sometimes. When Mark and Judy, 
his wife, were killed, it had almost destroyed him, too. 

Only little Sarah had helped him and his wife get through the pain and 
despair. Only her cheerful, kind and caring manner had been able to sustain 
them in their grief. And then, a couple of years ago, when his wife finally 
died, once again, the adorable child had saved him from insanity. 

She was truly something special, and now, it seemed to Henry, he was slowly 
falling into the state of being that only lived for her happiness. If he 
could see the child living and growing in a normal, healthy manner, it would 
truly give his life a final meaning after all. 

As for his son, well, there was not much to do about that. He and Frank had 
never really gotten along, and there did not seem to be any way to change 
that at this late date. He would have to be more tolerant and concerned from 
now on, it was the only way he could keep peace in the house. 

He felt very, very weary at that moment, as if just thinking about this 
could drain his energy away. He sighed again and rolled on his side, 
slipping easily into a calm, dreamless sleep, unaware of what was happening 
outside the dark world he had fallen into. 

In the living room, Frank was arguing intensely with his Aunt Carol. He 
stalked back and forth in front of her as she sat, trembling on the couch, 
trying hard to keep his voice down as he poured out his rage. 

"I won't have it anymore, damn it, I won't, Carol," he hissed, stabbing his 
finger at her to make his point. "I'm fed up, he's getting worse and worse, 
and taking us into the toilet besides." 

"Now, Frank, you don't know what you are saying," Carol Carney sighed, 
shaking her head. "You're father is old, perhaps a bit senile, too, but 
that's no reason to shut him away." 

As calmly as he could, Frank knelt down in front of his aunt and took both 
of her pudgy hands in his. He stared into her eyes with a fierce intensity, 
trying hard to make her see his point. 

"Don't you understand, Carol, we need this loan," he said evenly. "If we 
don't update this business, we are going to be ruined! He won't see that, 
won't borrow the money. Now what am I to do?" 

"I ... I don't know, Frank," Carol sighed. She was so torn, so caught 
between the three of them, that she hardly knew what to think anymore. "It's 
... it's all so confusing to me!" 

"Just listen for a minute, Carol, just listen," he sighed. "He won't step 
aside and he has to, otherwise we go under, it's as simple as that!" 

"So you put him in a home?" Carol sobbed, shivering with the horror of the 
thought. "You do that and it will kill him, Frank, you know it will!" 

"I don't want to, I don't want to do that, and you know it," he moaned, 
shaking his head and standing once again. "But to survive, for all of us to 
survive, I have to, it's as simple as that." 

Slowly, carefully, he walked over to the portable bar and mixed himself a 
strong drink. He took a sip before turning to face her again, and when he 
did, his eyes were set with determination. 

"I've spoken with Dr. Heally, he thinks he can get Henry into his place," 
the man said, his voice soft and controlled. "It's a very nice set-up, 
surrounded by lots of trees and open field. He'll like it there." 

"You've already made up your mind," the woman said dully, wondering why she 
didn't feel more surprised by his announcement. "If so, why are you talking 
to me?" 

"Because I want you, and Sarah, and him, God damn it, to understand my 
motives," he hissed, losing control a bit. "Because, I don't want you 
thinking I'm just being a bastard about this." 

"You don't need to explain anything to me, Frank," the older woman said, 
rising up from her chair and sighing with finality. "It is obvious that you 
have made up your mind, there's nothing more to be said." 

"You may believe anything you want, Carol," Frank said quietly, sipping on 
his drink and nodding his head. "But what I'm doing is best for all of us, I 
know that for a fact. Nobody is changing my mind." 

With that, he tossed off the rest of the drink and made another. Carol 
stared at him for a few moments, blinking away the tears that began to well 
up in her eyes once more. Her stomach felt cold and empty then, and her 
heart heavy with pain. 

"When do you plan to do it?" she asked, swallowing the tightness in her 
throat. 

Frank kept his back to her. "Soon as I get back from the State Fair, next 
Monday morning we'll drive him over," he replied. "The sooner it's done, the 
better." 

Carol nodded, then turned and walked out of the room before she lost control 
of herself and broke down completely. As she passed by the stair case she 
did not notice Sarah hiding beneath it, trembling with terror and rage. 

The girl watched her aunt enter the kitchen and cautiously slipped from 
beneath the stairs and tip-toed out the front door, closing it as quietly 
and gently behind her as possible. 

Her mind was racing with fear, now, as she tore down the dusty path leading 
toward the large fence that bordered the farm. Leaning against it was her 
bike and she quickly climbed aboard, pedaling like mad toward the direction 
of Jimmy Parker's home a couple of miles away. 

Frank was leaving in the morning, would be back, probably by Sunday evening. 
That gave her very little time to save her grandfather from what she 
considered a fate worse than death for the old man. 

She tried to think of a solution, turning the problem over and over in her 
mind as she pumped the pedals frantically. She had to talk to Jimmy, that 
was all she could think of, he was her only chance to help. 

She prayed the boy was home when she pulled up along the white picket fence 
in front of his house and leaned her bike against it. She took the steps two 
at a time and rapped, urgently, against the screen door. 

In a few moments, Jimmy appeared, dressed in a pair of shorts, grinning at 
her as he opened the door to let her in. She slipped under his arm and 
headed for the living room without even saying hello. 

"What the hell is the matter with you, Sarah Carney," he chuckled shaking 
his head in wonderment at her frantic state. "You look like somebody sat on 
your pet turtle or something." 

"God damn it, Jimmy, Frank's going to put Henry in a home," she barked 
wildly, pacing back and forth in the center of the room. 

The young boy flopped down on the couch and put his bare feet up on the 
coffee table. "Ahh, hell, he's been threatening that for years," Jimmy 
sighed, waving it away with his hand. "He'll never do it." 

"Oh, yes, he will," the young girl hissed, turning suddenly to glare at him 
with blazing eyes. "I overheard him and Aunt Carol talking, he's gonna do it 
Monday, all the plans have been made." 

Jimmy blinked as the words sank in. His belly did a tumble and he felt a 
sudden rush of sorrow and compassion for the girl. He knew full well how 
much she loved her grandfather, and he realized quite well what she much be 
going through. 

"Come here, Sarah," he said, opening his arms and inviting an embrace. "Come 
on over here, baby, and talk to me about it." 

Sarah sobbed and joined him on the couch, bending her body into his as she 
cried, softly against his chest. Jimmy held her snugly, allowing her to sob 
for a long time before saying anything. 

"That's okay, Sarah, it's all right," he whispered softly, running his lips 
lightly across her wispy blonde hair. "It's gonna be okay, I promise you, 
it's gonna be all right, believe me. 

"Ohh, Jimmy, Jimmy, don't you understand," she moaned. "We have to help him, 
we have to save him. They can't do it, we can't let them! You have to help 
me, Jimmy, you know you do!" 

"Sure, sure," he moaned, shaking his head and kneading her shoulders 
absently with his hands. "But how, Sarah, how the hell are two kids gonna do 
that?" 

"We'll take him to New York," she said after a few moments. "That's what 
we'll do." 

"New York," Jimmy gasped quietly, he pushed her away from him. "How in 
Christ are we going to do that, do you suppose?" 

"I don't know," she said fiercely, wiping the tears from her eyes with the 
back of her hand. "But that's just exactly what we have to do, take him to 
New York!" 

"But why in New York, why the hell not Mexico, if you're going to kidnap 
him?" 

"Don't be stupid," she said impatiently. "My Aunt Lois and Uncle Walter live 
in New York, Frank's sister and brother-in-law, dummy! He's a shirk, a 
psychiatrist, he can examine Henry and prove he's not senile!" 

Jimmy cocked his head and stared at her. "You think that would do any good?" 

She sighed and began to tremble with anger. "Of course, of course, damn it," 
she gasped. "If we can prove that Henry's not as bad as Frank says he is, 
then Frank won't be able to put him away!" 

Jimmy scratched his head and nodded. "Well, I can't argue with that, it's a 
good idea," he said, nodding again. "But the big question is, how in the 
name of God we're going to get him there. New York is a long way off, 
kiddo!" 

"I know, I know," growled the young girl, resting her chin on her hands and 
trying to think. "There has to be a way, there just has to be one. Come on, 
Jimmy, help me! Try and think, damn it!" 

The two children sat there for a few minutes, silently running the problem 
through their minds. It seemed like such an impossible task, that neither of 
them hardly knew where to begin. 

To Jimmy Parker, there didn't seem to be any solution. He was trying hard to 
humor Sarah, but deep inside of him, he was sure that they were in a 
hopeless position. After all, he reasoned, what could two teenagers do 
against the power of adults? 

Suddenly Sarah slapped her palm against her shapely knee and turned to him 
with excitement in her eyes. "Oh of course," she said breathlessly. "Henry's 
old car, we can use his old car!" 

Jimmy stared at her and began to shake his head. "Wait a minute, now," he 
began cautiously. "I don't know about this. I don't even have a license, 
yet, Sarah." 

"Well, you know how to drive, don't you?" she persisted. "What more do you 
need to know than that?" 

"Sarah, damn you know how much trouble we could get into, here?" the boy 
complained. He shook his head determinedly. "If we got caught, why they 
could throw the book at us! Auto theft, kidnapping, Jesus, just driving 
without a license, for Christ's sake, you know?" 

She looked at him disgustedly. "Jimmy Parker, how can you sit there and 
bitch about all that?" she snarled. "You know what they're going to do to 
that sweet old man, and you're worried about a ticket or something?" 

"Now, don't you go pulling that on me, Sarah Carney," Jimmy said, cocking a 
finger at her in warning. "Don't start making me feel bad about this, or I 
won't do another thing. I'm just pointing up the dangers and risks 
involved." 

"There isn't any danger or risk, what do you think the worst could be that 
might happen?" she said calmly and coolly. "Maybe you get yelled at a 
little, that's all!" 

"Bullshit," Jimmy spat. "What if your grandfather gets sick or something? 
What if that happens, what are you going to do about that, Sarah?" 

"He won't get sick, and besides, I can take care of him," she said 
matter-of-factly. "Now, do you help me, or not? That's all I need to know." 

"I'm thinking about it," he sighed, shaking his head and leaning back 
against the couch. "You have to give me a few minutes to think about it, you 
know?" 

Casually, Sarah inched her way toward the boy, until she was leaning, 
gently, into him. She toyed with his full head of hair, idly, plucking at 
the thick strands with her dainty fingers. 

Slowly she moved her lips across his forehead, kissing him tenderly, while 
her free hand slithered down over his chest to his bare thigh. She squeezed 
his hard, muscular limb and felt him shivering in response. 

"Umm, you just think about it a bit, Jimmy," she whispered softly, darting 
her tongue between her teeth in a wicked fashion. "You just do all the 
thinking that you want to, now." 

The young boy moaned as she kneaded his bare thigh, gripping and squeezing 
his flesh between her soft, pliant fingers with a growing need. Just the 
mere caress of her hand was enough to get his cock growing in his pants and 
his balls began to throb with increasing demand. 

He knew very well what she was up to, and though he resented it a bit, he 
didn't blame her. He felt her lips traveling past his cheek, slithering over 
his and he could not keep himself from kissing her, hungrily, then. 

Their mouths roamed gently back and forth across each other, her soft, 
succulent petals dancing and quivering with rich promise as she kissed him. 
He felt her greedy little tongue jabbing against his teeth, insistently, and 
he parted them, willingly under her eager attack. 

"Ummm, that's it, baby," she cooed lovingly, slithering the precious arrow 
beyond his teeth. "God, I like kissing you, Jimmy, I just love doing it!" 

He grunted, hungrily entwining his own dart around the girl's dancing spear, 
grinding his mouth hungrily down over hers. He slipped his arm behind her 
back and drew her tight to his chest, the passion seething up inside of him, 
now. 

"God, Jesus, I love doing this," he gasped. His hand was traveling down over 
her back, kneading her flesh through the thin material of her shirt. "Umm, 
Sarah, Sarah, kiss me, now!" 

Sarah's passion was not all completely calculated, now, it was growing as 
strong as his in her loins, the fiery heat produced by their contact 
rippling through her with ever increasing power, now. 

She felt his fingers tapping at the enticing curve of her bottom and she 
shivered with delight as she felt his hand grasping urgently at her buttocks 
through her jeans. 

She moaned as the boy dropped his free hand to her shirt and hungrily began 
to pluck at the buttons holding it close. She gasped as his eager fingers 
parted the garment and his hand slipped inside to cup over her bra.. 

Gently he squeezed her breasts through the shapeless halter. He could feel 
her nipples growing firm and erect, pressing tightly into his palm through 
the wispy sheerness of the halter. 

Passionately he fondled her trapped mounds, kneading and squeezing them 
until the adorable fifteen-year-old was rocking and swaying from left to 
right under his urgent attack. 

"Take it off, me, Jimmy," she sobbed, her voice torn with the lust she was 
feeling. "Ummm, take my bra off now, darling, right now! I want to feel you 
touching me all over, Jimmy, all over me, now!" 

The boy's fingers trembled with excitement as he helped her tug her shirt 
from her shoulders. She lay it aside and leaned into him as he reached 
around behind her back and fumbled with the clasps to her bra. 

The halter came free in a moment and he pulled the straps down her arms, 
drawing the unwanted garment from her small, luscious breasts. The two, 
precious globes jiggled delightfully with her labored breathing, and Jimmy 
felt his prick hardening as he gazed at the pink nippled mounds. 

"God, I can't get over how lovely you are," he gasped, shaking his head 
almost in awe. "You have the most beautiful body I have ever seen, I swear 
it!" 

She giggled, knowing full well that he hadn't seen many, but completely 
enraptured by him saying that. She drew in a breath, forcing her breasts to 
ride high on her chest and she jiggled them enticingly as she exhaled. 

Now Jimmy's fingers quickly found the perfect spheres. He wrapped his 
fingers around one soft, spongy globe and squeezed it passionately in his 
grip. The young girl shivered with delight, jerking spasmodically under his 
kneading attack. 

Tenderly, Jimmy rolled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger, first 
catching one pert, rosy nugget, then the other. He thrilled to the way her 
tits seemed to quiver and dance beneath his fingers, and the soft, aching 
sounds of pleasure that were escaping her lips. 

Hungrily he mashed his mouth against hers, now, and rode his free hand over 
the enticing curve of her hips down along her trembling legs. She felt his 
fingers urgently sliding between her legs, trying frantically to force them 
apart. 

Willingly the darling girl parted her thighs, allowing the young boy to cup 
his palm over her pussy mound and rub the hard heel of his hand back and 
forth along the pulsating hillock. 

Sharp, stinging waves of pleasure raced through her loins, making her flesh 
pulsate demandingly under the greedy need that was taking control of her, 
now. 

"Ohhh, more, darling, more," she whispered softly, her own fingers now 
beginning to touch and fondle the lump in the center of his shorts. "Umm, 
make me feel good, Jimmy, please, ohhh, make me feel good!" 

She dropped her hand over the rock hard prong that was pressing against the 
front of his shorts and squeezed the massive rod in her delicate fist. The 
young boy cried out in delight as a pleasing spasm tore through him, and he 
gave her breast a hard, impassioned squeeze in return. 

"Jesus, Sarah, Jesus, you know what to do," he groaned, almost unable to 
speak, so harsh and compelling was his need. "Ahhh, that feels nice, just 
right, baby, just right!" 

Sarah had to fight the rush of delighted laughter that suddenly came over 
her. She loved knowing she turned him on, drove him crazy with greed, and as 
she squeezed and massaged his cock, she thrilled to the knowledge that she 
could do just about anything she wanted with him, now. 

She sighed contentedly when she felt his fingers riding back and forth 
against the tight-fitting crotch of her jeans. She groaned thickly, 
quivering with passion as the young man rubbed her mound through the course 
material, growing more and more urgent with his attack with each passing 
second. 

Absently, now, she plucked at the zipper and button to his shorts. She did 
not attack them wildly, but almost in a casual, off-hand manner. She pulled 
the button loose then slid the zipper down, and listened, with satisfaction, 
to his moaning need. 

"Ahh, Jesus, what next," he groaned, quaking uncontrollably as the adorable 
girl slithered her fingers inside of his shorts and wrapped the exquisite 
digits around his tortured pole. 

In a flash his cock grew as hard as an iron bar and pounded so fiercely with 
need that the sweat broke out over his forehead in thick droplets. He 
groaned and shuddered, aching with desire as she drew his prick from the 
confinement of his trousers. 

She balanced the shaft, lovingly, in the palm of her hand and stroked it 
lazily with the fingers of her other. She traced a path through his flesh 
with her nails, slicing into his tortured meat in a teasing fashion. 

She gazed at the pounding weapon, feeling her heart leaping with delight at 
the sight of it quaking in her palm, and the hot, demanding blood that tore 
through it, forced his cock to pound with agony. 

"Ummm, you look ready right now," she giggled, opening and closing her 
fingers around the shaft. "Poor Jimmy's all excited, now, all turned on, 
isn't he?" 

Savagely, Jimmy tore at the buttons to her jeans, pulling them free and 
forcing the folds of the garment apart. He slid his hand inside of her 
panties, and tickled the rim of her mound with the tips of his fingers. 

"Yeah, tell me about it, Sarah," he moaned, feeling the intense, pulsating 
heat of her lust caressing his fingers as he fondled her loins. "Come on, 
tell me all about it! You're as crazy down there as I am!" 

The adorable young girl groaned in pleasure from the contact of his hand 
with her aching mound. She sighed happily and lifted her precious buttocks 
from the sofa, shoving her panties and jeans down-to her knees in one smooth 
motion. 

"I never said I wasn't, Jimmy Parker," she laughed quietly, feeling the 
intense thrill of anticipation surging in her loins. "I never once said that 
I didn't!" 

Eagerly the young man tugged and pulled on her jeans and underwear, sliding 
them over her lovely, tapered legs and delicate, attractive feet. He dropped 
the lump of clothing on the floor and returned his attention to her pussy. 

Her moist, trembling mound was quivering enticingly, and shimmering in the 
light. The cunt juice that flowed thickly from her womb had coated her loins 
with its creamy film and made it glisten erotically in the pale light of the 
living room. 

His fingers were trembling as he brought them to her cunt, he was almost 
unable to touch her, he was so awed by the inviting hillock. Even having 
already made love to her once, had not prepared him for the agonizing 
wanting that he was experiencing. 

Gently he rode his fingertips back and forth along her inner thighs, rubbing 
the lips of her womb tenderly with the knobby surface of his thumb. The girl 
gasped and shuddered uncontrollably, then, sobbed, as the harsh, demanding 
fires seared her aching inner flesh. 

"Ohh, yes, Jimmy, ummm, yes," she gasped, kissing his neck and shoulders 
frantically, digging her teeth into his flesh and lathering it with her 
tongue. "Ummm, more Jimmy, more, do it all to me, do it all!" 

Hungrily, now, she began to ride her hand up and down on his cock, tugging 
and pulling on the shaft with growing need. She felt his prick pounding 
violently in her grip and growing harder with every delicious stroke that 
she took. 

Jimmy pulled her body up on the couch and pushed her on her back against the 
fluffy pillows that lay against either corner of the sofa. He spread her 
legs wide, parting her thighs to give him all the room he needed. 

He stood up, stripped off his shorts and stood over her for a moment, just 
staring down at her trim, compact body with a surging passion that seemed to 
be tearing his young loins apart. 

Her eyes were half shut, a lazy, drifting quality about them, and her lips 
parted and moist with desire. Her boobs quivered delightfully on her chest 
and her cunt seemed to reflect the light in an erotic fashion. 

"You don't know how much I love doing this with you," he moaned, leaning 
over her and dropping to sit beside her once more. "Baby, you just don't 
know!" 

Sarah laughed softly and smiled. "I think I might have a bit of an idea," 
she whispered hungrily. "But, maybe I need a little more help understanding 
it, huh?" 

Jimmy could hardly speak, now, so aching and powerful were the needs he was 
experiencing. At that moment, he realized, she could have asked him to do 
anything, and he would have done it. 

Lovingly he rode his hand over the tops of her thighs once more, just 
lightly brushing his fingers back and forth along the length of her 
attractive limb, thrilling to the way her flesh trembled violently under his 
caress. 

He bent over, pressing his lips to the pert, rosy nipple of one breast, and 
gently lathered the pink, tender nugget with his tongue. His fingers were 
inching down between her legs, now, and she threw one arm over his shoulders 
and hugged his head tight to her soft, pliant boobs. 

Now, Jimmy's mouth sucked almost all of one adorable, alabaster globe 
between his teeth. His lips fastened around her flesh and he lathered her 
imprisoned nipple with his tongue. 

The girl groaned and shivered, thrusting her cunt involuntarily against his 
seeking spears, aching to experience more and more of the delicious, rolling 
pleasure that his hand was creating in her loins. 

She moaned and sobbed, her free hand returning now to his cock, her fingers 
wrapping around the quaking tool in a careful, gentle manner. She held him 
lightly in her grip for a moment, just experiencing the pleasure of feeling 
the hot, steaming blood tear through the huge prong. 

"Ummm, Jimmy, Jimmy, this is nice," she cooed, tenderly, pumping her hand up 
and down on his rod. "This feels so good! Oooo, do some more, Jimmy, do some 
more like you did the other day!" 

The young boy could hardly think of doing anything else, at this point. His 
prick quaked so violently that he could barely stand it, and his balls were 
churning with so much come that they felt as if they were swelling up to 
twice their size. 

He groaned thickly, slithering his fingers up and down along the cleft 
between her pussy lips, his mouth roaming hungrily over her tits. Both of 
them were growing more and more intense with passion and the room was 
growing thick with the odor of their powerful lust. 

The dank, heady aroma of their greed tingled in their nostrils enticingly, 
serving only to urge their passion on all the more. Sarah, shuddered and 
sobbed, her adorable head rocking from side to side on the bed. 

Her hair was wet with the sweat of her desire and her pussy ached so badly 
that she wanted to scream. She squeezed his prick hungrily in her hand, 
driving her lovely fist up and down on the shaft, ruthlessly. 

As she felt his fingers rolling over the rim of her pussy mound, she jerked 
and bucked about beneath his hand, uncontrollably, groaning as an unending 
series of marvelous tremors tore through her. 

"In me, in me, now," she gasped, her voice so weak and broken that the boy 
could hardly understand her. "Ohhh, Jesus, please, please put your fingers 
in me now, Jimmy, right now!" 

The boy felt the harsh, almost scalding heat pouring from her loins and he 
eagerly rode two of his fingers deep into her hot, tight pit. She cried out 
in pleasure and thrust her pussy hard against the invading prongs. 

Her cunt muscles quaked around the plunging spears, gripping and kneading 
his fingers as he buried them deep in her womb, holding the digits fast, 
urging them on with her violent spasms. 

Her loins were on fire and she groaned in delight as she felt Jimmy rolling 
and turning his fingers inside of her then. The bliss was more than she 
thought she could bear. 

She moaned thickly, thrusting her loins up to meet the exploring fingers, 
locking and unlocking her cunt muscles around them as they relentlessly 
powered in and out of her damp, quivering pit. 

She rocked and swayed beneath the attack, gasping with pleasure as he rubbed 
his thumb back and forth across her clit, sending harsh, demanding waves of 
need tearing through her wildly. 

"Umm, so good, you wonderful bastard, so good," she cooed, lathering the 
flesh of his neck with her tongue. "Damn, you make me crazy, darling, just 
crazy!" 

Jimmy would have agreed with her, but his tongue felt thick in his mouth and 
his lips were dry and quivering uncontrollably. He powered his fingers in 
and out of her taut, gripping sleeve, each stroke more powerful and 
demanding than the last. 

Now, she began to ride her hand up and down on his cock with more rhythm and 
force than ever before. She loved feeling the shaft pounding in her grasp 
and from the urgent, squeaking cries that came from him, she knew she was 
taking him higher and higher on the plane of ecstasy. 

She squeezed and massaged his cock as she worked on it. She pinched the 
thick, knobby head between her fingers and sliced his flesh with the nail on 
her thumb. Her free hand was busily massaging his taut, hot ball bag, 
rolling the throbbing stones over her fingers. 

Jimmy's mouth was kissing her stomach now, moving slowly downward as he had 
the afternoon before. She sighed with pleasure as she felt his lips 
slithering over her damp, flat belly, and she shivered in anticipation as he 
neared her quaking pit. 

"Oooo, really, Jimmy, ummm, yes," she sighed, giggling a little as his 
tongue teased the damp strands of hair that covered her trembling hillock. 
"That's it, honey, ohhh, yeah, that's it!" 

Now the young boy was beside himself with desire. He forgot all about the 
fact that she had started this to get her way with him, he ignored 
everything in favor of the desire he was feeling. 

Hungrily he rode his lips over the rim of her hillock and caught the taut, 
trembling button of her clit between his teeth. 

The girl almost screamed in delight as she felt him sucking on her juicy 
pebble, lathering it back and forth with the tip of his rough, raspy tongue. 
He sucked the juice of her passion greedily, and swallowed it with delight, 
making her feel faint with the power of her raging lust. 

She shuddered as he slipped his fingers beneath her ass, cupping her soft, 
pliant half moons in the palms of his hands. He dug his fingers hungrily 
into her spongy flesh, kneading and caressing her bottom as he attacked her 
luscious pit. 

She shivered and groaned, now, her fingers opening and closing rhythmically 
around his cock as he bore down on her cunt. She was lost in the swirling 
sea of pleasure he was giving to her and she was so caught up in it, that 
she could not even concentrate on him, now. 

Hungrily, Jimmy slithered his tongue up and down along her pussy lips. He 
lathered and licked her womb, stabbing the dart between her petals, driving 
it deep inside of her at that point. 

"Ohh, my God, ohhh, Jesus, yes," she gasped, her thighs closing tight 
against his head, trapping it between them. "Do it, Jimmy, ummm, do it to 
me, now!" 

Eagerly the boy rode his tongue in and out of her cunt, slicing it along her 
inner walls, licking and sucking the creamy fluid from her steaming chamber. 
He slashed at her clit and locked his teeth around her pussy lips, nibbling 
on them with a complete abandon. 

He was totally unconcerned with himself now, he was so determined to bring 
her to orgasm this way. His fingers kneaded and massaged her ass, slithering 
back and forth along the damp cleft between her cheeks, thrilling to the way 
her anal entrance trembled violently each time he made contact with the ruby 
dot. 

She was completely enraptured with pleasure, now, twisting and turning on 
the small sofa as the young man attacked her loins. Never had the pleasure 
been so intense, never had her passion been so overwhelmingly compelling. 

She began to cry, it felt so good, and the tears ran in rivers from her eyes 
as she lay there sobbing under his attack. 

She felt the angry fires building rapidly in her loins, drawing her higher 
and higher to some ultimate peak of sensual excitement. She groaned and 
thrust her cunt hard against his mouth, holding his head tightly between her 
moist, quivering thighs. 

Jimmy powered his dart against her pussy with a complete frenzy now. He felt 
her pussy growing hotter and tighter with every stroke that he took, and he 
could not wait to feel her writhing in the grips of an aching climax. 

He drove his tongue relentlessly in and out of her, now, lathering and 
sucking hungrily, feeling the heat of her wanting reaching an almost boiling 
point in the depths of her precious tunnel. 

He could tell she was drawing near to her moment of release. Her hands now 
gripped his head fiercely and her whole body seemed to be drawing as tight 
as a bow. She pushed his head almost unbearably hard against her pussy and 
shuddered with the first, thrilling spasms of her release. 

"Ohhh, damn, Jimmy, damn," she groaned, quivering uncontrollably, now. 
"Ummm, this is it, baby, ohhh, going to come! Yes, going to come, Jimmy, 
yes, yes, yes!" 

Suddenly she was thrashing about the sofa involuntarily, her body jerking 
and bucking so violently that the boy could hardly hold her still. She 
screamed loud and long as the orgasms began to roar through her, and the boy 
drank hungrily from the overflowing pit. 

Eagerly he powered his tongue in and out of her, then, slashing and sucking 
with a frenzied passion, delighting in the sensation of her pussy exploding 
under his angry attack on her luscious chamber. 

She shuddered and quaked, groaning and sobbing as the spasms of lust and 
pleasure tore relentlessly through her. This was ten times better than the 
last time and now, as she writhed under the effects of her climax, she 
wanted more than anything else to feel him in her, then. 

She pulled and tugged on his shoulders, desperately trying to draw the boy 
up and over her thrashing body. "Come, come in me, now," she whispered 
frantically. "Please, please, Jimmy, come in me now!" 

Quickly the young boy slipped around and settled his hips down between her 
slippery, warm thighs. He felt her fingers grasping at him urgently, tugging 
him upward, trying to pull his cock to her loins. 

Gently he brushed her hands away and guided the tool himself, toward her 
awaiting chamber. She gasped as she felt him entering her, his prick forcing 
her pussy to expand deliciously as he penetrated the darling tunnel. 

Greedily, Jimmy drove his cock swiftly into her, burying it to the hilt in 
her hot, taut passage. He could feel her cunt undulating around his shaft, 
quaking and kneading his flesh in the throes of her own delightful spasms. 

"Fuck me hard and fast, Jimmy," she moaned, bucking her pussy hard against 
his buried tool. "Ummm, come while I'm still coming, darling. Now, Jimmy, 
fuck me now!" 

Hungrily the boy began to drive his cock in and out of the taut, steaming 
chamber. She used every muscle she could to urge him on, thrusting against 
him violently, squeezing his prick with her loins to excite him all the 
more. 

He slithered his hands back under her ass and drew her pussy tight to his 
groin. He mashed his belly against hers and began to power his tool in and 
out of her with increasing rhythm and force. 

Jimmy could hardly believe how great it felt being inside of her, then. The 
last time had been different, he had been too concerned with not hurting 
her, but now, now as she quivered and thrashed, he allowed himself to sink 
into complete abandon. 

He powered his meat in and out of her cunt relentlessly. He ground his cock 
deep in her loins and thrust into her so powerfully that her breath was 
forced from her lungs. 

Again and again he drove his prick into her taut, wet canal, twisting and 
turning as he buried it deep inside of her, the waves of aching need rolling 
over him so wildly that he could think of little else but the demanding ache 
in his loins. 

"Ahh, Jesus, so good, fucking you is so good," he moaned, slithering his 
prick hungrily along her inner walls. "Damn, Sarah, I love this, just 
fucking love it!" 

The girl laughed and shuddered, thrilled that she was making him so frenzied 
in his assault. Even in the grip of desire, Jimmy was as gentle and tender 
as always, and she was thrilled to realize that he would never think only of 
himself. 

She shuddered and groaned, caught in his passion now, forgetting completely 
about her own lingering pleasure. She felt his prick throbbing wildly inside 
of her, seeming to grow and grow and she could tell he was going to come at 
any second. 

He drove his shaft to the depths of her pussy once more and suddenly began 
to sob and thrash deep in her cunt. He groaned in an almost animal tone of 
voice and shuddered spasmodically in her womb. 

The hot, boiling come spurt violently from the head of his cock, searing her 
inner walls with its thick, creamy passion. She jerked and bucked under the 
impact of his orgasm and hugged him tightly to her lithe frame. 

"Ohh, dear God, coming so good," he moaned, rocking back and forth inside of 
her, the steady spurt of fluid bursting from his tool. "Coming in you, now, 
Sarah, so damn good!" 

Again and again the thick, sticky fluid tore from his cock and he was 
writhing wildly on top of her, now. She held on tight, thrilling to the 
spasms of pleasure she felt him experiencing, her cunt delighting in the 
sensation of being filled with the hot, steaming fluid of his love. 

For the longest time they lay locked together, the spasms of passion and 
exquisite agony assaulting them both. After awhile, Jimmy filled rolled off 
of her, gasping for breath, moaning in the lingering caress of his release. 

"Ummm, that was marvelous, baby, just marvelous," he sighed, stroking her 
thigh with his hand. "You sure know how to make me feel good, you sure do." 

Sarah giggled and rubbed her fingers through his hair. "You're not so bad 
yourself, buddy," she whispered softly. "Now, about New York ... " 

She smiled at him cunningly and he laughed. 

 CHAPTER FOUR 

It was all very simple, Sarah had explained, but Jimmy didn't feel that sure 
about anything. 

He watched, with a sour expression as she pulled the tarp that covered 
Henry's old car and threw it aside. It hadn't been run in years, and the boy 
was doubtful that anything could really be done. 

"This old hunk of crap isn't going ten miles," he sighed, shaking his head 
in disgust. "I'm telling you, Sarah, it's really a lost cause, here!" 

Sarah glared at him angrily. "Now you listen to me, Jimmy Parker," she 
growled. "If you want to ever fool around with me again, I don't want to 
hear another negative word out of you, understand?" 

Jimmy sighed bitterly. "How can I fight that ultimatum?" he groaned. "You 
have me, where you want me, I suppose. I'll do my best, but I still don't 
like it!" 

Sarah watched as he worked on the car, explaining to him, between handing 
him tools, how she proposed to do the job. What she intended was to get 
Henry out of the house and into the car after her Uncle and Aunt had left 
the next morning. 

"I'm going to tell them we're taking him on a picnic, so they won't suspect 
anything," she explained. "By the time we get going and they get home, we 
should be in New York." 

Jimmy agreed with her that the idea was sound, but he didn't know that she 
had no intention of informing Henry about the nature of their trip either. 
She was too afraid he would back out if he knew about it in advance, and she 
knew she didn't have the time or strength to argue with him. 

Jimmy worked all afternoon, pausing only to sip from the cold sodas that she 
brought him. It was late evening before he was done, but finally, he got the 
engine purring on the old car, and after a little while, had the idle up 
tight. 

He stood back and smiled at his work. "Not a bad job if I do say so myself," 
he sighed. "I really never thought I would get the thing going." 

"Fine, just be here after about seven," she said. She pushed him away when 
he tried to kiss her. "And none of that until we get to New York, either!" 

"God damn," he moaned, reaching in to shut the engine off. "You sure drive a 
hard bargain, Sarah Carney, I'll give you that much." 

She laughed softly and allowed him an affectionate peck on the cheek. "It 
comes from Henry," she explained, merrily. "He's the tough one in the 
family!" 

Bright and early the next morning, Sarah saw her Uncle and Aunt off in his 
truck then paced the screened-in porch nervously until she saw Jimmy Parker 
peddling up the dirt road on his bike. 

Quickly she entered the house and found her grandfather sitting at the 
kitchen table in his pajamas. She sat down and leaned across the table, 
shaking him gently out of his day dream. 

"Henry, how about a picnic?" she asked, brightly. "Jimmy got your old car 
running, what do you say to taking a drive down to the lake for awhile?" 

The old man smiled. "Why, Sarah, that sounds like a marvelous idea," he 
laughed. "I don't know when the last time was that I was on a picnic! I'd 
love to!" 

Breathing a sigh of relief, Sarah hurried the old man into his bed room and 
told him to dress as quickly as he could. While he was doing that, she 
hurried packed a big, straw basket full of as much food and drink as she 
could fit in the square container. 

By the time Henry came out of his room, dressed simply in slacks and a 
shirt, she was ready. She sighed and handed the basket to Jimmy then all 
three of them climbed into the front seat of the car. 

Jimmy turned the engine over and they moved slowly down toward the gate. 
Sarah placed the note she had written to her aunt and uncle in the mailbox, 
then nodded and they took off down the road. 

"Sure is a fine day for a picnic," Henry mused, smiling back and forth 
between the two teenagers. "Why, this is going to be a lot of fun. I can't 
wait to see how the lake looks these days." 

"Sure, Henry, it's going to be a lot of fun," laughed Sarah, nervously, 
avoiding the puzzled stares that Jimmy was giving her. "Just try and relax, 
okay?" 

She glanced down the road and saw, in the distance, her uncle's car tearing 
back down the road toward them. She screamed at Jimmy to turn down a dirt 
road and the boy gunned the car with a screech and tore down the road before 
Frank was upon them. 

He pulled up with a jerk and glared at her. "Don't do that again, will you?" 
he growled. "I thought you were going out of your mind for a minute!" 

Henry looked back and forth between them and cocked his eye. "Say, what are 
you kids up to here?" he asked slowly. "How come you didn't want to run into 
Frank?" 

Jimmy groaned, resting his head on the steering wheel. "You didn't tell 
him," he moaned. "I knew it, I knew it! Damn, I swear sometimes I want to 
strangle you!" 

"Hold on here," Henry interrupted. "Now, Sarah, you don't have any picnic in 
mind, do you? Come on, honey, you'd better tell me what's going on." 

"Ohh, Henry, Henry," sobbed the girl, fighting to keep from breaking into 
tears. "Frank's going to put you in a home next week!" 

Henry laughed and shook his head. "Why, no he isn't honey, whatever gave you 
that crazy idea" he chuckled. "Why, he's always threatening to do something, 
but he never does." 

"This time he will, Henry, I heard him telling Aunt Carol," the girl said 
urgently, peering intently into the old man's eyes. "He says you just can't 
be handled anymore, that you do crazy things! I've heard the lies he tells 
about you in town! No, Henry, this time he means it!" 

"Well, maybe so, honey," sighed her grandfather. He shook his head and tried 
to smile at her. "Who knows, maybe he's right, maybe I ought to be in a 
home." 

"No, no, no, he isn't right, and that's why we're going to New York," the 
girl hissed, shaking her head determinedly. "We're taking you to Aunt Lois 
and Uncle Walter! They'll help us!" 

Henry laughed and shook his head once more. "New York! Why honey, that's a 
long ways off," he chuckled. "I don't know if I'm up to a trip like that." 

"Well, if you really don't want to go, Mister Carney," Jimmy said, breaking 
into the conversation. "I guess we really don't have to." 

"Jimmy!" shouted Sarah. She turned her head to her grandfather again. 
"Please, Henry, please. I don't want you in a home, I don't, I don't!" 

The old man wrapped his arm around the sobbing girl and drew her tight to 
his chest. She was shivering uncontrollably, her quiet sounds of crying 
cutting into his heart like a knife. 

"Well, well, me going to New York," he said at last, his voice barely above 
a whisper. "Well, kids, if we're going to do it, we might as well get 
started. On to New York, then!" 

Sarah shouted in delight and nodded to Jimmy. He shook his head, a sour grin 
on his lips and turned the engine over, bringing the car to life. Slowly he 
backed out onto the highway, and then they were off. 

They drove all day and deep into the evening. Henry slept on and off, 
seemingly content and totally undisturbed by the long journey. Jimmy and 
Sarah, however, were growing tired and searching for a place to stay. 

They were driving along a deserted highway around nine when they had the 
flat that Jimmy had been dreading since the beginning of the trip. The tire 
went with a quiet, but insistent hiss and he groaned, rolling the car to a 
stop. 

"Damn," he moaned, kicking the flattened wheel. "I'll have to find another 
one somewhere. I wish you had found that spare, Sarah, I really do." 

"Well, I didn't, and that's that," she sighed. She glanced up at the sky and 
frowned at the clouds overhead. "It looks like rain, we'd better find a 
place to spend the night, don't you think?" 

The boy nodded and peered into the darkness that surrounded them. "I think I 
see a light up ahead. Maybe it's a house," he said, hopefully. "At any rate, 
we should be able to get indoors, let's go." 

Slowly they made their way down the highway toward the light in front of 
them. Henry was breathing a little deeply, but he smiled at Sarah and shook 
his head. 

"Don't worry, honey, I'm okay," he assured her. "Just need a bed to lay down 
it for awhile, that's all!" 

The girl took hold of his hand and held it tightly as they walked along. 
They had almost reached the house when Jimmy stopped short and gave it a 
close inspection. 

It was a large building, obviously a person well off had built it, though it 
seemed to have fallen a little below the original standards with the passing 
of time. There was a light above the porch and they made there way toward 
that. 

Sarah tapped at the door, loudly, and in a few moments a tall, middle-aged 
woman with an ample figure and obviously dyed red hair answered the door. 
She had a cigarette dangling from her lips and a bemused grin in her eyes. 

"What are you looking for, honey," she said giving Sarah the once over then 
glancing behind her at the man and boy. "You look pretty beat up, here." 

"It's my grandfather, we're ... we're going to New York to see his brother," 
she stammered. "Our car broke down and we're kind of stranded." 

"Be right nice, Mam, if you could put us up for the night," Henry suddenly 
said. "The kids have been driving all day, and I'm a little wore out 
myself." 

"We won't be any trouble," Sarah pleaded. "Jimmy and I don't even need a 
bed, just one for my grandfather, that's all." 

The woman stared at them for a moment, then broke into a fit of laughter 
that shocked all of them. She leaned against the door frame and held her 
jiggling belly, as it rumbled wildly, threatening to burst the seems of her 
tight dress. 

"Well, I've had every kind of person in the world here, I guess," she 
chuckled. "But never an old man and his two grand kids. It ought to do my 
reputation a hell of a lot of good. Sure, come on in!" 

With a squeal of delight, Sarah led Henry and Jimmy past the woman who was 
holding the door open for them. She led them beyond a parlor that was 
occupied by half a dozen other women in nightgowns and underwear. 

Once they reached a large kitchen, she offered them some dinner and they 
eagerly sat down at a large wooden table and dug into the food set before 
them. As they ate, they noticed other women, dressed much like the ones in 
the parlor, coming in and out of the kitchen. 

"It must be some kind of boarding house," mused Sarah at one point. "For 
women only, you know?" " 

Henry and Jimmy looked at each other, and then both of them burst into loud, 
long gales of laughter. Sarah glanced back and forth between them, her 
confusion growing quickly to anger as she tried to figure out what was so 
funny. 

Henry patted her hand, affectionately. "Honey, this is no boarding house," 
he chuckled wickedly. "This is the domain of the ladies of the evening!" 

"It's a whore house, Sarah," Jimmy said sourly. He shook his head in 
disgust. "Sometimes you can be so dense, I can't believe it!" 

Sarah's eyes went wide with shock as she noticed a young woman, more a girl 
actually, enter the kitchen in a starkly see-through nightgown and 
unconcernedly get herself a glass of milk from the refrigerator. 

"Why, I haven't been in a house of ill repute since, hell, I was a boy," 
Henry chuckled. He gazed fondly at the scantily clad young woman and she 
winked back at him. "Always have fond memories of them, though, the ladies 
were so nice." 

Sarah felt distinctly nervous, now. Surrounded by all this female flesh, she 
realized she was feeling more than a little jealousy, and a whole hell of a 
lot more inadequate, considering how well built most of the women were. 

"Damn, Sarah, you look about seven different shades of green," Jimmy said in 
a mocking tone of voice. "Sure is dazzling, I'll say that much." 

Henry turned and gazed at Sarah, fondly. "Now, now, honey, don't you fret," 
he said warmly. "Remember, Sarah, it's quality, not quantity that counts. 
I'd advise you to remember that, Jimmy Parker." 

The young boy blushed and bowed his head in embarrassment. Sarah laughed at 
the tables being turned and began to relax. What an adventure this was 
turning out to be! The kids at school just wouldn't believe it! 

After they had finished their meals, the woman, Miss Rose, showed them to 
their rooms. Henry got a small, comfortably decorated room at one end of the 
hall, and Jimmy and Sarah, at Sarah's insistence, got another, at the far 
end. 

Jimmy was a little grumpy at not having his own room, but Sarah set him 
straight on that. "You're not here for fun, Jimmy Parker," she told him 
flatly. "You need your sleep and so do I. So let's go to bed and get some 
rest." 

"Christ, Sarah, you're about as much fun as a wet blanket on a rainy night," 
Jimmy groaned, slipping under the sheets beside her, moaning in despair as 
he realized she was still clad in her bra and panties. 

She leaned over once, took him in her arms and kissed him passionately, 
while stroking his naked prick with her hand. As the shaft began to grow, 
she gave it one final squeeze and turned over on her side again. 

"That should keep your interest until we get to New York," she giggled, then 
closed her eyes and laughed silently at his frustrated moans. 

Down at the other end of the hall, Henry was sleeping lightly in his bed, 
his mind half awake and half in the depths of his unconscious. He was 
dreaming, partially of Sarah, again. 

He noticed, vaguely, when the door to his room gently swung open. He moaned 
slightly at the intruder, rolling over on his side. "Sarah, is that you, 
Sarah?" he called out in a sleepy whisper. 

The young whore that had been in the kitchen earlier tip-toed to the bed, 
chuckling softly. "Sure, daddy, that's who I am, if you want me to be," she 
whispered in a teasing voice. "I'll be Sarah, daddy, I sure will!" 

She sat down at the edge of the bed and gazed down at the old man's rather 
confused features. Tenderly she ran her fingertips along his heavily lined 
cheek, sighing softly and shaking her head. 

"You're a handsome old man, you know that, daddy?" she laughed softly. She 
draped one knee over the other and swung it back and forth absently. "Old 
momma Rose said to take care of you, so I guess I will. I think you'll be 
the oldest guy I ever had, that ought to be something." 

Henry was still in the midst of a semi-dream world. To him, the lovely young 
woman was his granddaughter and while he wondered if this was a dream or 
really real, he really didn't care one way or the other. 

He felt the young girl brushing aside the sheet that covered his body and 
gazing down at his pajama clad frame. She bent over and pressed her lips to 
his, kissing him softly with her luscious, pliant petals. 

Henry groaned at the delightful contact. He knew this was more than a dream, 
now, and he shuddered as the delightful girl roamed her warm, succulent 
petals back and forth over his own, kissing him with increasing hunger. 

If she had expected an urgent, frantic response from him, due to his age, 
she was pleasantly surprised to find him quite calm and relaxed under her 
kiss. He lay there, hardly doing more than slipping his arm around her 
shoulders to draw her tighter to him, his free hand not attempting to touch 
her at all. 

"Well, well, this is rather nice, daddy," she chuckled softly, her lovely 
lips fluttering erotically against his own. "Ummm, you kiss real nice, old 
man, just like you should, to make me feel good." 

Henry groaned as he felt her tongue darting back and forth across his teeth, 
slicing between them wickedly in an attempt to pry them apart. Willingly he 
allowed the girl to open his mouth and quickly slither her precious little 
tongue past his teeth. 

Hungrily the girl attacked his own trembling spear. She slashed and lathered 
the dart, gently entwining her own precious arrow around his and drawing his 
mouth tight over her lovely, pliant petals. 

They kissed deeply, the girl's hand riding down over the front of his pajama 
top, tugging on the buttons and pulling them free. "Umm, what a strong body 
you have, daddy," she murmured, running the palm of her hand over his chest. 
"You're in good shape, grandpa, real good shape!" 

Henry shuddered then, an ancient spasm of pleasure rippling through his 
loins as he felt the girl caressing his naked chest. He moaned deeply and 
ran his hand over the front of her nightgown, feeling the spongy softness of 
her ample breasts beneath the sheer fabric of the gown. 

The girl shivered with pleasure, for she was quiet unused to such an 
unhurried and gentle approach from a man. Most of her Johns had always 
seemed anxious to get things over with, as if they were ashamed of 
themselves or something. 

But this old man, he was much different. He acted as if he had all the time 
in the world, and that was completely all right with her. She moaned softly 
as she felt his gnarled fingers squeezing and massaging her breasts in an 
idle manner. 

Gently he rubbed his palm back and forth across her nipples, making the 
pert, rosy nuggets grow firm and erect under the soothing caress. She 
shivered in pleasure, feeling the enticing ripple of sexual warmth racing 
through her loins for the first time, with a man, in a long time. 

"Oooo, daddy, daddy, that's it," she whispered passionately, dropping her 
lithe attractive body down against him a little more. "Ummm, yeah, make your 
baby feel good, grandpa, make your little girl feel so nice!" 

Hungrily, now Henry began to knead and massage her tits with more passion 
and wanting. His free hand rode swiftly over the luscious curve of her 
buttocks, gripping and squeezing the spongy half moons through her gown. 

The girl shuddered uncontrollably, surprised and excited that the old man 
Rose had sent her to as a joke and an act of charity, was turning out to be 
an unexpected delight. She wiggled her bottom teasingly and mashed her mouth 
hard against his. 

"Come on, daddy, ohh, more," she whispered, sighing contentedly as lovely, 
warm waves of greed lazily rippled through her womb. "More, ahhh, do some 
more, daddy, it just feels so nice!" 

Henry's hand slithered beneath the hem of her gown and gently began to grip 
and squeeze its way back up along her damp, quivering inner thigh. Her flesh 
was warm and slippery and the old man's fingers thrilled to having touched 
such flesh for the first time in years. 

Eagerly the young girl adjusted her position on the bed, drawing her 
nightgown quickly up and over her head. She dropped it soundlessly on the 
floor and sat there, naked and trembling as Henry continued to caress her 
warm, damp limbs. 

His eyes took in the pale view of her lovely flesh and his loins quickened 
with desire. He licked his lips nervously, rubbing the tips of his fingers 
back and forth along one precious limb, her body arousing him more and more 
as he gazed at it. 

Her tits were large and full, yet they rode well on her rib cage, hardly 
drooping at all for their size. Her waist was trim and compact and her 
thighs tapered and curved in a delicious manner. 

Her long hair was rich and full and the blackest shade he had ever seen. Her 
cunt mound was a thick, rich bush of the silken hair and it glistened with 
sweat and not a little love juice in the half-light of the moon streaming in 
the window. 

She shivered again, causing her breasts to jiggle in an adorable fashion and 
Henry moaned as he placed his hand on one, ample breast once more. She 
groaned at the contact of his fingers and gasped as the harsh, compelling 
delight tore through her. 

"Ahhh, yeah, that's it, daddy, ummm, yeah," she giggled sensuously, swaying 
a bit from left to right under his urgent caress. "Ooo, do that some more, 
daddy, yeah, take care of me, now!" 

Henry's fingers eagerly gripped and kneaded her breasts, rolling her 
nipples, one after the other, between them. Waves of stinging pleasure 
rippled through her breasts, searing her flesh with its demanding greed. 

She shuddered spasmodically as the old man fondled her boobs, and she threw 
her head back and sighed in delight. Her own fingers were now busily 
fumbling with the single snap to his pajama bottoms, eager to free the cock 
within. 

She plucked the button loose and in moments, his lower garment was open and 
she was hungrily slithering her hand inside of them. She felt through his 
crotch hair for his prick and greedily wrapped her slender, soft fingers 
around the limp shaft. 

"Ummm, let's have a look at this boy," she laughed quietly, withdrawing his 
meat from his pajama bottoms and balancing it lightly in the palm of her 
hand. "Not bad, daddy, not bad at all!" 

His prick lay in her palm, beating irregularly, growing slowly under the 
effects of her holding him. Gently she opened and closed her fist around the 
shaft, making it expand with each tender squeeze. 

She loved the sensation of it throbbing in her grasp, the pounding of his 
blood becoming more and more fevered, the desire growing rapidly as she 
caressed him. She could hear his quiet, aching sighs and she smiled in 
satisfaction. 

Gently she began to tug and pull on the cock, forcing the semi-erect weapon 
to grow harder and harder under her attentive attack. Henry moaned in 
pleasure, jerking spasmodically as she fondled him, his own hands attacking 
her flesh with increasing hunger, now. 

Lovingly he slithered the tips of his fingers along the wet, warm flesh of 
her inner thighs. He rode the digits up along her cunt petals and the girl 
shuddered uncontrollably at the response his caress produced in her loins. 

She shivered with pleasure, the fiery demands beginning to grow in her womb. 
Rarely did she ever feel any passion for a John, rarely did she enjoy it at 
all, but this was much different. 

The old man seemed to know just how to touch a woman, just how gentle to be, 
just where to concentrate his attack. She sighed achingly as she felt his 
fingers slithering through her pussy hair, rolling and turning against her 
throbbing mound. 

Tenderly the old man rubbed the tips of his digits against her damp, 
quivering clit and the young girl almost leaped from the bed with the pure, 
aching delight of his gentle caress. 

Her lips moved back and forth against his urgently, now, and her tongue 
darted back and forth between his teeth with increasing demand. She groaned 
and shivered, rocking gently from side to side, her fingers kneading and 
caressing his cock with growing passion and force. 

Slowly his prick grew to full erection under her insistent attention. She 
pumped her lovely fist up and down on his tool, pinching the thick, gnarled 
head between them, slicing her nails through his fevered flesh. 

She loved feeling his cock getting bigger and bigger as she fondled it, 
loved feeling the hot, demanding blood tearing through his shaft. She felt 
him shuddering and groaning, bucking spasmodically as she toyed with the 
hard, thick spear. 

"You got some prick, daddy," she laughed in a light, lilting tone of voice. 
"I can't believe how alive this old thing is! Man, it just can't wait, can 
it!" 

Henry chuckled and shook his head. "Ohh, Sarah, little Sarah, you're so nice 
to your old grandpa," he laughed quietly. "Make him feel so good?' 

The young girl could not tell if Henry was putting her on or what, but at 
that moment she really didn't give a damn. It had been a long time between 
good fucks for her and she intended to enjoy this one completely. 

Gently she rolled her fingers up and down on his tool, squeezing and 
kneading every inch of the throbbing prong. She slipped her soft, warm free 
hand beneath his balls and cupped them, affectionately, around the quaking 
sack. 

The huge container was hot and pounding with need, the tortured stones of 
his balls rumbling demandingly within the hairy sack. Lovingly she rolled 
his balls over her fingers and kneaded his flesh with her tender digits. 

Now, Henry drew her large, soft breasts to his mouth. She groaned in 
pleasure once more as she felt the old man kissing her alabaster globes with 
an eager passion. He lathered her nipples with his tongue and nipped at her 
flesh with his teeth. 

The young girl giggled in delight, shivering uncontrollably under the 
affects of his mouth. Her tits felt highly sensitized, now, tingling with 
the awesome pleasure of his kissing and nibbling mouth. 

She crushed her breasts down hard against the old man's mouth, moving them 
back and forth against his lips in an urgent fashion. She thrilled to his 
licking and kissing, feeling the old, lovely fire of need building steadily 
in her loins. 

"God damn, grandpa, you make me feel good," she moaned, opening and closing 
her thighs, spasmodically under his exploring digits. "Ahh, you make me feel 
better than I have in a long, long time!" 

Hungrily she rode her fingers up and down on his cock. She pumped the 
lovely, soft digits urgently on his shaft, rolling and turning them against 
his flesh until she could feel the cock quaking violently with growing 
passion. 

She loved the sense of power it gave her to turn him on like this, and she 
was determined that he would grow so crazed with lust that he would not know 
who he was. 

She felt his fingers, now hungrily attacking her pussy, and she shivered 
with a harsh, almost painful wave of wanting that tore through her. She felt 
him catch her twitching clit between his thumb and forefinger and she cried 
out in delight as he rolled the trapped morsel back and forth between them. 

"Ohh, Christ that's good," she gasped, climbing up completely on the bed 
now, inching her way along side of him. "Ahhh, daddy, daddy, you sure know 
what to do!" 

Henry chuckled quietly, pleased that he was having the effect he wanted on 
the girl. He was well aware now that she wasn't Sarah, but he didn't mind, 
this was more fun than he had had in ages. 

Lovingly he rolled her clit between his fingers, scraping at her cunt petals 
with the free digits at the same time. Her pussy was dripping with love 
juice, now, and his fingers were growing wet and sticky from the creamy 
fluid. 

The hot, throbbing heat that poured from her loins caressed his fingers, 
enticingly, and he eagerly rubbed the slippery petals of her womb. Her cunt 
lips were warm and swollen with need and she bucked spasmodically as he 
probed her luscious folds of flesh. 

She felt him eagerly slithering his digits back and forth along the cleft 
between her pussy lips, pinching and tugging on them in a teasing manner. 
The aching desire was churning more powerfully in her now, an almost 
exquisite agony under the attack. 

She shuddered uncontrollably as she felt the old man slipping two fingers 
into her hot, wet tunnel. She groaned with delight as she felt him slowly 
burying the prongs in the depths of her womb, while continuing to rub the 
throbbing button of her clit with his thumb. 

"Jesus, that's it, daddy, that's it," she sighed, bucking her cunt hard 
against his hand. She sighed in pleasure, feeling the man rolling and 
turning his fingers deep inside of her, now. 

Her attack on his cock became more urgent and demanding, now, and she drove 
her fist hungrily up and down on his pole. His prick was as hard as a steel 
bar, now, and the hot, steaming blood that tore through it, almost burned 
her soft, creamy flesh with its urgent greed. 

She rhythmically rode her fingers along his throbbing shaft, yanking and 
pulling on the tool until Henry was gasping with pleasure, quivering 
uncontrollably on the bed under her assault. 

His mouth rode over her tits greedily, now, his teeth fastening around one 
pert, rosy nipple and drawing it past his lips. The girl shuddered and 
sighed, aching with need as she felt him lathering the imprisoned nugget 
with his tongue. 

She could feel the come churning in his balls as she fondled them, making 
the hard, tortured stones quake violently against her palm. She thrilled to 
the dank scent of passion that rose from his loins, tingling deliciously in 
her nostrils. 

The air in the room was growing thick with wanting, a heady, enticing aroma 
that served to turn them on all the more. Both of them were becoming weak 
and breathless with desire and it was hardly a scene of a whore having mercy 
on an old man any longer. 

Now, she thought of him as nothing more than a superb instrument for her 
pleasure and she intended to enjoy him as much as possible. She powered her 
hand relentlessly up and down on his cock and squeezed the shaft greedily in 
her fingers. 

Henry shuddered and moaned, pumping his spears in and out of her pussy with 
a slow, rhythmic grace. Each stroke that he took was calculated to take her 
higher on the plane of ecstasy and he was doing the job perfectly, now. 

He could feel her cunt muscles, strong and determined, fluttering wildly 
around his plunging spears, gripping and squeezing his fingers with every 
marvelous plunge that they took. 

The girl rocked and swayed under the old man's attack, her pussy aching with 
need, her loins tingling with the delicious sensations she was experiencing. 
She sobbed and cried in delight, the pleasure overwhelming her, now. 

Hungrily she felt the old man lathering and kissing her tits. He sucked 
passionately on her nipples and rolled the juicy buttons back and forth 
between his teeth. The girl could hardly believe how marvelous the feelings 
she was having were, and she could barely wait to experience his prick 
inside of her, now. 

"Ohh, Jesus, daddy, yeah," she groaned, thrusting her cunt eagerly at his 
hand. "Umm, more, baby, do me some more! It's so good, so damn good!" 

Henry could feel the heat of her desire baking his fingers as they rode the 
steaming, slippery flesh of her darling tunnel. He loved the sensation of 
her cunt quaking around his plunging tools, the muscles fluttering 
spasmodically against his driving prongs. 

He buried his fingers deep inside of her, and felt the girl thrashing around 
them, gasping and sobbing in delight. Her warm, soft flesh was draped over 
his ancient frame, now, soothing his body deliciously. 

"Ahh, sweet child, so warm and tight," he whispered hungrily, scraping the 
tips of his fingers against her inner walls. "Ummm, you know just what to 
do, honey, just what to do!" 

Now the girl was growing more and more beside herself with greed. She 
powered her hand frantically up and down on his cock, twisting and turning 
her fingers as she went along, eager to feel more and more of the pleasure. 

This old man was clearly something else, she thought, and she could think of 
little more, now, but how badly she wanted him. She moaned and squirmed 
about his chest, her tits slapping his face, delightfully. 

Henry chuckled and slipped his free hand around her ample buttocks, closing 
his fingers around her flesh and squeezing the precious half moons, 
greedily. She shuddered, causing her ass to jiggle enticingly against his 
palm and he hungrily slithered his fingers back and forth along the damp 
cleft between her spongy cheeks. 

The girl sobbed with desire, now, her bottom tingling with the delightful 
caress of his hand, her taut, wet anal dot quivering spasmodically each time 
the tips of his digits caressed the ruby opening. 

She loved the sensation of his fingers kneading and caressing her ass, now, 
and she groaned thickly as she felt one insistent digit probing the damp 
entrance to her anal pit. 

Urgently she relaxed her rectal muscles, allowing him access to her damp, 
warm passage. Eagerly the old man slipped the finger inside of her bum and 
she sobbed with the harsh, exquisite agony of his invasion. 

She loved having someone massage her asshole while playing with her pussy at 
the same time and she was amazed that the old man knew so much about giving 
a woman pleasure. 

As Henry buried his finger deep in her anal canal, she felt her tight, warm 
passage expanding delightfully and the sensation of his other fingers, 
scraping against the third through the thin layer of flesh that separated 
them. 

She groaned thickly, shivering with delight as Henry began to match the 
rhythm of one hand with the rhythm of the other. Soon, all three fingers 
were pumping in and out of her in perfect time, and her whole lower body was 
seized in the grip of an awesome, demanding greed. 

"Ohhh, Jesus, yeah, do it baby, do it," she moaned, twisting and turning 
under his assault, shivering as he relentlessly pumped his fingers in and 
out of her. 

She was quivering and quaking under the assault, her flesh almost on fire 
with desire and need. She moaned thickly, bucking her bottom against his one 
hand, then thrusting her cunt against the other. 

Her own hands were now busily massaging and pulling on his cock, tugging it 
from left to right in an urgent fashion. She felt the blood tearing through 
his meat violently, forcing the prick to quake with demand in her grasp. 

Both of them were aching with need now, shivering and gasping as the desire 
tore through them, relentlessly. Henry could barely breathe, now, so fierce 
was the mixture of pain and pleasure inside of him, and his prick ached with 
need and wanting. 

The girl hardly knew where she was any longer. Her body seemed on fire with 
greed and her pussy ached so badly she could hardly stand it. All she could 
think about was getting the old man's cock inside of her, burying it deep 
and letting it pound fiercely against her agonized flesh. 

"Ohh, Jesus, daddy, Jesus, yeah," she moaned, shivering with the rolling 
waves of pleasure that rippled through her. "Ummm, got to fuck you, daddy, 
got to fuck you soon! Umm, very soon, indeed!" 

The old man moaned with wanting, his cock quaking so violently that he knew 
he could come at almost any moment. He slipped his fingers from her womb and 
gripped her tightly around the hips. 

"Come on, honey, climb on board," he laughed gruffly, tugging on her lithe 
frame, hungrily. "Come on aboard this old man right now, honey, right now!" 

Eagerly the girl slipped her body over his thighs, straddling them with her 
own, creamy limbs. She took hold of his cock once again and drew it to her 
pussy, teasing her cunt lips with the head of the throbbing shaft. 

She groaned in delight as she felt the huge tip slicing back and forth 
against her cunt petals, the harsh, engorged tip of his shaft lazily 
scraping against her aching clit. The demanding passion stirred even more 
wildly in her loins, now, and she gasped as she rubbed her cunt with the 
pounding tool. 

"Ummm, baby, gonna be so good, so damn good," she cooed, her voice thick 
with the passion she was experiencing. "Got to have it, daddy, got to have 
your cock, right now, right, now! 

Hungrily she guided the huge, pounding weapon toward her dripping petals. 
She gasped as she felt the huge shaft parting the slippery lips, gently 
slithering beyond her steaming petals to the moist, warm chamber within. 

Henry shuddered uncontrollably as he felt the girl forcing his cock to 
penetrate her womb. Her taut, lovely flesh wrapped itself eagerly around the 
invading tool, flexing violently, trying to draw more of the shaft inside of 
her, now. 

She bucked forward, grinding her buttocks down on his thighs as she drove 
the cock deeper inside of her. She moaned in wanting, feeling the shaft 
slowly burying itself to the hilt in her steaming tunnel. 

Gently she rocked back and forth on his thighs, her soft, spongy buttocks 
rubbing enticingly against his flesh. His cock beat wildly in the depths of 
her womb and she could feel the fevered meat pounding with the tortured 
blood of his passion. 

"Ahh, baby, daddy, that's so good," she whispered, her voice rich and 
dripping with erotic promise. "Umm, do it, baby, do it to me now, yeah, 
now!" 

Henry moaned, shuddering with the spasms of greed that were racing through 
his loins. He bucked himself up inside of her, gasping as she kneaded and 
squeezed his shaft with her strong, experienced pussy muscles. 

"Ohhh, yeah, honey, good and tight, yeah," he sighed, rocking and churning 
in the depths of her loins. "Ummm, been a long time, honey, a long, long 
time!" 

The girl giggled in delight and ground her bottom against his legs. She 
leaned forward, gripping the old man by the shoulders, and rhythmically 
began to ride the hard, pounding shaft. 

Slowly she slithered her pussy up and down on his prick, shivering as the 
delight and wanting rippled through her. Her pussy was drawing tight as a 
bow and gripping his prick fiercely as she rode the huge prong. 

Back and forth she rocked, her tits slashing against his chest, her fingers 
digging into his bony shoulders for support. Her eyes were tightly shut and 
her whole body seemed to be centered in her pussy, now. 

Henry sighed in pleasure, wrapping his fingers around her hips as the girl 
relentlessly pumped her cunt up and down on his shaft. He could feel her 
pussy lips fluttering around his prick and her muscles squeezing him 
urgently, and the orgasm that had been building was drawing nearer and 
nearer to explosion in his balls. 

Harder and faster the young girl thrust his prick into her. She twisted and 
turned as she rode the shaft, eager to feel his hot come spilling inside of 
her and her own orgasm bursting wildly in the depths of her loins. 

She methodically kneaded and squeezed his cock with her muscles, thrilling 
to the sensation of his greed clearly reaching an agonized pitch under her 
attack. She could feel her pussy tensing up like a wound spring and she 
could hardly believe how demanding and urgent her passion had become. 

"Good, daddy, fucking me good," she cooed lovingly, rocking back and forth, 
grinding her cunt down hard on his shaft. "Ummm, so damn good, fucking me so 
damn good, right now!" 

Again and again Henry drove his prick into her. His cock felt ten times its 
size, now, and his balls ached with the huge, steaming mass of come that was 
bubbling in the confinement of his taut bag. 

Harder and harder they threw themselves at each other now. Both of them were 
crying out in soft, compelling manners, the lust that was consuming them so 
powerful that they could hardly bear it, now. 

Henry ground his prick hard inside of her as the girl fell forward, 
collapsing across his chest. He pulled her buttocks forward, jamming her 
pussy tight to his groin, rocking and twisting hungrily in the depths of her 
steaming pit. 

He could feel her muscles quivering violently around his shaft, and her 
creamy, thick love juice swirling against his tortured meat. From the way 
she was quivering so violently, he knew she was near the moment of her 
release. 

Carefully he rocked from side to side, twisting and turning his cock inside 
of her now, moaning as yet another enticing ripple of pleasure raced through 
him. He felt the girl grinding her belly wetly against his own and the 
beginnings of an orgasm rumbling in the depths of her loins. 

"Oooo, daddy, daddy, yeah," she moaned, shivering with the first wave of 
intense and demanding relief. "Ohhh, going to come, daddy, you're making 
your little baby, come so good!" 

Shuddering uncontrollably, the orgasm burst in the depths of her pussy and 
the girls sobbed and screamed as it tore through her. Henry held tight to 
her hips as the compelling spasms wracked her frame. 

She twisted and turned on his prick, locking and unlocking her pussy muscles 
against it as the harsh, searing pleasure tore through her. She shuddered 
and moaned, crying out again and again. 

Henry felt her loins erupting with a pleasing force and the creamy fluid of 
her passion swirled delightfully around his buried spear. He held the girl 
tight to his belly and rhythmically pumped his cock in and out of her 
bursting cave. 

On and on went the girl's climax. She ground her pussy hard against the old 
man's prick, moaning and sighing with delight and passion. 

She felt his prick pounding fiercely inside of her, now, and she bucked back 
and forth, aching to feel his climax explode inside of her. She kneaded and 
gripped his prick as hard as she could with her pussy muscles, listening 
carefully to the gasps of pleasure tearing from his lips. 

Suddenly the old man was groaning wildly, slamming his shaft in and out of 
her in a complete frenzy. She felt the cock swell to bursting in her pit, 
then the hot, boiling come began to spurt from the tool and sear the flesh 
of her aching tunnel with its liquid greed. 

"Ahh, Jesus, honey, ahhh, coming good right now," Henry sighed, shivering in 
the harsh grip of his climax. "Coming in you so nice right now, honey!" 

Again and again the creamy fluid spurt from his tool, the come was thick and 
creamy and the girl was thrilled by the warm, lovely pleasure of it filling 
her pussy to overflowing. 

Greedily she ground her cunt against the prick and held it firmly while the 
waves of need and release roared through both of them. They shuddered and 
quaked for quite some time, until finally the girl just lay on top of him, 
shivering with the final spasms of their release. 

Suddenly, from below, there was a lot of shouting and screaming. The girl 
lifted her head, absently, from Henry's shoulders and tried to figure out 
what was going on. 

The door to the room burst open and the old man's granddaughter came into 
the room, shouting. "It's a raid, we have to get out of here!" she cried, 
then she stopped up short at the scene in front of her. "Henry! Henry, what 
are you doing!" 

"I think that's obvious, Sarah," Jimmy said, brushing past her and hauling 
the exhausted girl off the old man. "Come on, Mister Carney, we have to get 
the hell out of here!" 

 CHAPTER FIVE 

Sarah hadn't said two words to either one of them since they had made their 
escape down the drain pipe at the back of the house. It was now early 
morning, the sun just coming up over the trees and Jimmy was getting 
impatient with her. 

"Listen, Sarah, I wish you'd quit this silent treatment," he complained. He 
glared at her. "It's making me God damn nervous, that's all!" 

Henry chuckled absently, half of his mind on what was going on around him, 
the other deep in the delightful memory of a few hours before. He glanced 
back and forth between the two teenagers and sighed. 

"You musn't get upset with me, honey," he chuckled happily. "After all, who 
knows when I might get such a lovely chance with such a marvelous girl 
again?" 

"I think it's disgusting, that's all," the girl growled. She stared at her 
grandfather. "A man your age Henry ought to have more sense! What if she had 
some kind of a disease or something?" 

Henry chuckled once again. "Well, honey, at my age, I'd just be happy that I 
had what it took to catch it," he replied. "Aw, come on now, Sarah." 

Jimmy cackled teasingly. "Anybody would think you're just jealous, Sarah," 
he said playfully. "Sounds to me like you were upset because it wasn't you! 
You're getting to be like a wife with him!" 

She shot a glance at him, and Jimmy withered under her glare and turned his 
eyes back to the road. They were drawing more and more near to the city, 
now, each mile taking them closer to what Sarah hoped was her grandfather's 
salvation. 

She was wondering, truthfully, why she had reacted this way. After all, she 
reasoned, she should be glad that Henry had sex, he certainly could use it. 
There wasn't much of a chance of it happening again for a long time, so why 
was she angry. 

She couldn't believe it was for the reason Jimmy joked about. She didn't 
want to have sex with her grandfather. But then again, she wasn't too sure 
about that either. 

Everything in her life had gotten so tangled and confused, lately, that she 
hardly knew what to think anymore. She had found out what sex was like, and 
wanted more, and she was beginning to wonder if maybe what Jimmy had said 
wasn't true. 

It was the weirdest idea she had ever heard of, but there was no denying, 
either, that Henry was quite unlike any other old man she had ever met. She 
knew him as a strong, compassionate man with none of the holds on him that 
the past had on so many other people. 

Perhaps, in a way, it wasn't strange at all that she would be attracted to 
him, he never treated her like a granddaughter anyway, more like a fellow 
companion in this life. 

She sighed and leaned back against the seat of the car, realizing it was one 
of those questions she probably would never be able to answer. She watched 
the road going by outside the window and she prayed, absently, that all 
would be well at the end of their journey. After all, Aunt Lois and Uncle 
Walter were the last chance. 

These thoughts burned her mind all the day long, and by the time they had 
reached the last hundred miles of their journey, she was in a feverish 
state, praying that the end of the road would be a pleasant one. 

They were tooling along at a good clip, the sun beginning to lower in the 
sky when Jimmy moaned and shook his head. Behind them, through the rear view 
mirror, Sarah could see the flashing light atop a State Police car. 

"What are we going to do?" she moaned, shaking her head. "Jimmy, Jimmy, what 
are we going to do, now?" 

The boy nodded, grimly. "There isn't anything else to do but pull over," he 
sighed unhappily. "Maybe we can talk our way out of it, if we're lucky." 

He slid the car to a stop on the shoulder of the road and the trooper pulled 
up behind him. The big, tall man got out of his car and slowly came up to 
the driver's side of theirs. 

"License and registration, please," he said in a harsh, clipped tone of 
voice. 

Jimmy smiled weakly and gave the man his license and the registration from 
the glove compartment. The man peered down at it then smiled as he gazed 
into the car. 

"I think you folks better follow me, there's a call out for this auto and 
three people of your description," the trooper told them. "I'll take you to 
the station." 

Sarah was about to speak but Henry quieted her with a raised hand. As the 
trooper walked away, he whispered to Jimmy in a low, calm tone of voice. 

"You just follow my instructions, son," he said, a slight trace of laughter 
in his voice. "We'll get out of this mess, yet, I promise you!" 

Slowly they took off behind the trooper. Jimmy kept his eyes straight ahead, 
wondering, rather dreading, what Henry had in mind. The old man was gazing 
intently at the road in front of them, taking in all the scenery possible. 

As the trooper tooled his car around a sharp curve, Henry shouted suddenly 
to Jimmy, pointing to a break in the fence that kept the highway from the 
land on the edge of the road. 

He showed Jimmy the access road leading away from the highway and the boy 
quickly spun the car onto it and tore off down the dirt road as fast as he 
dared. The car left a huge trail of dust behind it as it skidded and swerved 
down the rutted dirt road and the three of them were cackling wildly as the 
sped along. 

"He'll sure be surprised, won't he," howled Henry, slapping his thigh in 
delight. "I'd like to see his face when he glances in the mirror and we're 
not there!" 

Even Jimmy could not help finding the situation amusing. He sighed and shook 
his head, laughing warmly. "That was some trick, Mister Carney," he said 
with a touch of awe in his voice. "I never would have thought of that!" 

"In my younger days, I was on the dodge from the law quite often," Henry 
explained. "You learn fast how to make use of any breaks you get. Now, he'll 
go a little crazy, because he didn't expect it. By the time he calms down, 
we'll be long gone!" 

They found a secondary road and Jimmy quickly drew the car up onto it. He 
drove for a few more miles then turned off again, onto another dirt road, 
and pulled the car to a stop just out of sight from the highway. 

He turned and stared at Henry and Sarah. "They know," he said simply. "They 
know where we're going. So what do we do, now?" 

"Just because they know, doesn't mean Aunt Lois isn't going to take us in," 
Sarah insisted. "She knows Henry isn't as bad as Frank says he is, I know 
she knows, that!" 

"Well," Jimmy sighed, nodding his head slightly. "We have to keep out of 
sight the rest of the way. They'll really be looking for us, now!" 

"Why don't we just ditch the car, Jimmy, and take a bus the rest of the 
way?" Henry asked. "They'll be looking for this old heap, but not us, 
maybe." 

Jimmy nodded, slowly. "That might not be a bad idea, Mister Carney," he said 
after a moment's consideration. "By the time they found it, we could be 
there!" 

"It's our only chance," Sarah finally said, smacking her fist into her palm. 
"We have to do it, we have to! That is, if Henry doesn't really mind." 

The old man laughed. "Why would I mind, honey," he chuckled warmly. "After 
all, this is the grandest adventure I've had in more years than I care to 
remember! Let's go, kids, on to New York!" 

They caught the bus about twenty five miles out of the city. The three of 
them were extremely nervous, glancing about anxiously to see if anyone acted 
like they knew who they were. 

The other's boarding the bus ignored them, though, and in a few moments, 
they were heading toward the city, resting comfortably in their seats as 
they rode along. Henry lapsed into a calm nap after awhile and took up two 
of the seats as he slept. 

Sarah sat huddled with Jimmy across the way, glancing at the old man 
nervously every now and then as they talked. She held Jimmy's hand tightly 
in hers and spoke in a quaking tone of voice. 

"What are they going to do to him, Jimmy?" she moaned, shaking her head from 
left to right in despair. "I'm so afraid for him. If Uncle Walter says ... " 

"Come on, Sarah, come on," her friend said carefully. "You told me yourself 
that he was okay, and he sure don't look senile to me! It'll be okay, you 
know it will! Just try and relax, baby, relax." 

He slipped his arm around her and held her tight to him, turning his head to 
kiss her tenderly on the cheek. She snuggled up tight to him, feeling 
protected no matter how absurd that seemed. 

She was growing very close to the boy, and she felt a real love for him that 
before had only been casual friendship. "I'm going to make all of this up to 
you, Jimmy," she promised. "You'll see, I really will!" 

Jimmy gazed at her, fondly. "You don't have to make anything up to me, 
Sarah," he said finally, his voice trembling with emotion. "Just being who 
you are is more than enough, believe me!" 

They sat together for the rest of the ride, holding each other close, 
drifting in and out of fitful sleep until the bus pulled into Manhattan and 
they were jarred away by the size and pace of the huge city. 

"Well, well, look at all this, will you," Henry laughed pointing out the 
various buildings he knew. "Ain't been to New York in God knows how long! 
Always did love this place, it was so damn crazy!" 

The three of them ooed and ahhed over the sights as the bus tooled its way 
through the heavy traffic toward the terminal in the center of the island. 
When the bus pulled up to a stop, they allowed all the rest of the people to 
get off before leaving their seats themselves. 

They made their way down to the street and stepped out into the milling, 
teeming mass of people there, a little stunned by the size and volume of 
what was surrounding them. Sarah had never seen such a place before and she 
and Jimmy were a little in awe of the whole thing. 

Henry laughed and stepped out into the street to hail a cab. "Seen them do 
it this way on TV," he cackled, putting two fingers between his teeth and 
piercing the air with a sharp, screeching whistle. 

Almost at once a cab slid over to where they were standing, and Henry pulled 
open the back door and ushered them in with a wink. When they flopped down 
in the back seat, Sarah gave the driver her Aunt's address and they took 
off. 

"Well, this is it, Henry," Sarah told him, nervously. 

The old man glanced at her with a twinkle in his eye. "Now don't you worry, 
Sarah," She sighed, by now unable to answer him at all, she was so tense and 
wrought up. When they reached the apartment building that her aunt and uncle 
lived in, she paid the driver and they quickly went to the building. 

They pressed the buzzer beneath her aunt's mail box and a tinny voice asked 
who it was. When she identified herself, a sharp, click came from the glass 
door in front of them, and they pushed their way inside. 

In moments they had traveled up in the elevator and were standing in front 
of her aunt's door. Sarah took a deep breath and pushed the door bell. After 
a second or two, it swung open and Sarah's heart dropped. 

Aside from her aunt and uncle, standing in the center of the room, a cold, 
tight look on his face, was Henry's son Frank. Sarah realized at once, that 
her cause was lost and a suddenly swirling blackness came over her then, 
digging into her mind until she lost all contact with the real world and 
slumped, quietly, to the floor in the middle of her faint. 

It had all been too much for her, the struggle to save her grandfather, only 
to have the struggle become meaningless in the end. She had tried so hard, 
so hard ... 

 CHAPTER SIX 

She came out of it slowly. A crawl to the surface of consciousness once 
more. Around her head, lights dazzled and blinked and her vision was blurred 
for a few moments as she listened to the hushed voices beside her. 

"Poor little Sarah," Henry was saying, draping a damp, cool cloth over her 
forehead. "You just got all excited, honey, now just lay still!" 

"Henry, Henry you have to get away," she groaned, trying to sit up. "We have 
to find Jimmy right now and get away, Henry!" 

"Now, now, child, calm yourself," her Aunt Carol said warmly. "You got 
yourself all in a bother. Why you came up with such a crazy idea, I will 
never know!" 

"Where's Jimmy, where is he?" she whispered frantically, her eyes clearing 
now and her mind coming back to normal. "Where's Jimmy, I want to know?" 

"We already sent him back," Frank said, harshly, lighting a cigarette and 
puffing on it savagely. "That boy's in one hell of a lot of trouble! He's 
lucky the cops didn't toss him in the can for that stunt he pulled." 

"Now, Frank, I told you before, it was my idea," the old man said softly, 
turning to confront his son. "You can't go blaming these kids for being so 
concerned." 

"Yeah, well if we ever needed an example for things, this little trip will 
certainly do just fine," his son replied harshly. "Imagine, at your age, 
running off like that, you're gone, Henry, just gone." 

"He is not, you bastard, he is not," cried Sarah, trying to get up out of 
the bed and attack her uncle. "I'd like to kick you in the balls for that, 
you mean bastard! You're just mean, that's all!" 

Frank turned away in disgust and shook his head. "Say all you want, Missy," 
he called over his shoulder. "What's done is done, get used to it!" 

With that, he pulled the door shut, leaving Sarah and her grandfather alone. 
Henry stared after his son, sighing and shaking his head, sadly. He blinked 
and Sarah was sure that she saw tears in his eyes. 

"It hasn't been easy for Frank," he said quietly. "He's meant to farm, but 
he never really had the chance to decide that. I guess I always doted on his 
brother, that didn't leave much for poor Frank." 

"I hate him, I hate him," snarled Sarah, breaking into tears and falling 
against her grandfather's chest, sobbing. "I wish he were dead. Dead, dead, 
dead!" 

"No, no, don't say that, child," Henry whispered comfortingly. "You just 
don't know, that's all. You see, I had enough to send his brother on to 
college, where he was meant to go, but not enough for Frank. I think if 
Frank had gone, like he thought he wanted to, he'd have quit anyway. But it 
would have been nice for him if he could have made the decision instead of 
me." 

Sarah could say nothing, then, just lay there, rocking back and forth in her 
grandfather's arms, the tears of sorrow pouring out of her in uncontrollable 
rivers. All hope was lost now, there was nothing to do but go home and face 
the dark, sad future. 

By the next afternoon, they were back home, Frank making the final 
preparations for the home. Sarah listened to him talking on the telephone, 
her heart sinking as she heard her Uncle's voice. 

She stared out at the fields beyond the house and noticed Henry walking 
through them in a slow, measured gate. Her mind flashed with an idea and she 
nodded determinedly as she rose from her chair, intent on doing one last 
thing for the old man she loved so well. Slowly, she walked out to the field 
to find him. 

 CHAPTER SEVEN 

The sun was warm overhead as Sarah walked through the tall, thick grass 
toward the pond she knew Henry liked to visit. She felt light hearted even 
though the pain in her soul was heavy. 

She was wearing one of her long, flowing dresses that the old man loved to 
see her in and she had bathed and perfumed herself in preparation. She hoped 
he would not find her too bold for she wanted so much to please him. 

She found him sitting on a log, staring at the blue-green water that rippled 
slightly with the breeze blowing across it. He was sitting quite still, 
making hardly a sound, deep in thought. 

She sat down beside him and put her arm around his waist, leaning her lithe, 
young body into his. He turned his head and smiled, kissing her on the top 
of her attractive head with an affectionate manner. 

"My dear little Sarah, we had quite a time, you and I, didn't we," he 
laughed softly. He stared at her warmly. "Come on now, honey, perk up, 
things aren't all that bad, they never are." 

Swallowing her fear, Sarah gazed up into her grandfather's warm, kind eyes 
and spoke in a trembling tone of voice. She knew she had to hurry or she 
would never dare say what she wanted to him. 

"Henry, Henry, you're going to be stuck in that home, and I was wondering," 
she began, cursing herself for sounding so rattled. "I mean, I was just 
thinking, well, you know, about what happened the other night." 

"What happened the other night, honey?" the old man asked in a quizzical 
tone of voice. "Whatever it was has completely slipped my mind!" 

Sarah wanted to scream. This was one time when she truly wished the old 
man's memory hadn't gone bad on him. This was going to make her task all the 
harder if he started to get shocked or angry with her. 

Boldly she lifted herself up and pressed her lips to his in an affectionate, 
yet clearly passionate kiss. "I want you, Henry, I want you before you go," 
she moaned, quivering as the mixture of fear and wanting rippled through 
her. "I may never have this chance again!" 

The old man shivered as he felt his granddaughter's mouth moving hungrily 
back and forth across his own. Her tongue was slithering around his teeth, 
urgently pressing against them. 

He could feel her young, soft body quivering violently as she leaned into 
him, her breathing becoming harsh and erratic. He groaned as he kissed her, 
parting his teeth under the insistent attack of her darling arrow. 

"Ahh, dear little Sarah, so sweet," he chuckled, pulling his mouth from hers 
for a moment. "I don't know if you know what you're asking me to do with 
you, honey!" 

"Ohhh, God, Henry, I do, I do," she moaned, mashing her body against him 
frantically once more. "Kiss me, Henry, love me, now! Please, please, before 
it's too late!" 

The old man could not escape the hunger of her attack now, as the girl 
eagerly mashed her mouth against his own once more. She slid her tongue 
between his teeth, darting and stabbing with the precious dart, hungrily 
trying to entwine his around her own. 

She moaned as she felt the old man beginning to respond to her urgent 
attack, his lips roaming greedily over hers, his hands beginning to touch 
and caress her through the thin material of her dress. 

"Ahh, I've dreamed of this, honey," Henry whispered softly, his voice 
growing thick with desire. "I swear, I have dreamed of this, in this place, 
I truly have!" 

He dropped his hand over the tiny, jutting mounds of her breasts and gave 
the small, roundish globes a tender squeeze. Sarah gasped in pleasure, 
shivering as the warm, enticing heat began to ripple through her loins. 

Gently, the old man kneaded and caressed her tits, rubbing his palm back and 
forth across them, feeling them growing firm and erect through the wispy 
garment. Sarah moaned in pleasure  and ran her hand over his thigh in a 
greedy fashion. 

She gently scraped her fingers back and forth against the tight fit of the 
old man's slacks, feeling his flesh come alive beneath the garment, 
trembling with growing need. She ached to experience the sensations he could 
give her, and she no longer felt nervous or afraid. 

Henry's fingers ran down over her stomach and dropped to her lap. She jerked 
spasmodically as she felt him lazily scratching at her cunt mound through 
the dress and she could not keep from shuddering involuntarily as the caress 
sent waves of piercing need tearing through her. 

"Ummm, so nice, Henry, you do that so nice," she moaned, shivering once more 
as another thrilling spasm tore through her. "Ahh, I love that, Henry, 
darling, I love it when you do that!" 

The old man chuckled happily, pleased that his granddaughter was enjoying 
this. Even through the dress he could feel the heat rising from her womb, 
pulsating rhythmically against his fingers as it poured from her fevered 
cave. 

Lovingly he slithered his hand over her knee and gave the darling cap a 
tender squeeze. The girl shuddered uncontrollably and began to tug on the 
dress, drawing it swiftly up and over her knees, baring her flesh to her 
waist as she bunched it up in her lap. 

"Ohh, touch me, Henry, make me feel good," she begged him, her lovely, 
supple thighs opening and closing spasmodically. "Oooo, do it now, please, 
do it right now! Touch me, Henry, touch me, now!" 

Eagerly the old man slithered his hand down along the moist, cool flesh of 
her inner thigh, kneading and caressing the tapered limb with his gnarled 
fingers. Her flesh was damp with sweat and the juice of passion and she 
screamed softly as his attentive hand created more urgent fire in her loins. 

Groaning and sighing with need, she thrust her pussy against his seeking 
digits in a frenzied manner. Her panties were tight against her loins and 
already a little soaked with the juice of her need. 

Henry busily rode his fingers over her quaking mound, delighting in the way 
that she shuddered and cried out under his caress. He cupped his hand over 
her throbbing hillock and rhythmically rubbed the hard heel of his hand up 
and down across it. 

The girl moaned thickly, and her own fingers were hungrily slicing back and 
forth across the growing bulge at the center of his trousers. She could feel 
his shaft expanding behind them, and she eagerly attack the building weapon 
with her soft, exquisite fingers. 

Gently she squeezed the tool and the old man groaned, jerking a bit in an 
involuntary response to her caress. "That's right, Sarah, ummm, ohh yes," he 
sighed, shivering as the lovely tremors tore through him. "Ahh, yes, 
perfect, perfect, honey!" 

Hungrily, now, Sarah kneading and gripped his prick through his trousers. 
Her free hand slipped behind her back and she frantically tore at the zipper 
to her dress, trying desperately to pull it down to the base of her spine. 

Henry laughed at her frantic motion and brushed her fingers aside. Quickly 
he ran the zipper down, then drew the garment away from her body, sliding 
the sleeves free of her long, supple arms. 

Her tiny, pert breasts jiggled enticingly as he gazed at them, her nipples 
hard and pink against the alabaster background of her boobs. The precious 
globes seemed to sway anxiously from left and right with her breathing, 
seemingly aching for the attention of his hands. 

Gently, the old man wrapped his fingers around one soft, pliant sphere and 
squeezed it tenderly. She sobbed and quaked as she felt his fingers digging 
into her flesh, her loins beginning to rumble with demand. 

Soothingly, Henry rubbed this thumb across her nipples, sending harsh, 
stinging darts of pleasure racing through her. She sighed contentedly as she 
felt him squeezing and massaging her boobs, totally concerned with her 
pleasure, now. 

"You have such a lovely little body, honey," the old man whispered kindly. 
He kissed her cheek tenderly. "I hope that it will always give you as much 
pleasure as it possibly can!" 

Sarah moaned and shuddered, almost unable to speak, now that her passion was 
beginning to build rapidly in her loins. Her lips felt dry and parched, and 
her mouth tasted of dust. 

She felt the old man's fingers tugging on her panties, in a casual manner, 
and she willingly lifted her buttocks from the log they were sitting upon, 
and allowed him to slithered the garment free of her throbbing loins. 

She lifted her legs and Henry quickly slipped the unwanted underwear over 
her dainty feet. She giggled when he bent down to kiss her toes, giving her 
a wink as he pressed his lips to them. 

"Every single part of your body is delicious, little Sarah," he said 
wickedly, slipping off the long in front of her. "I just could eat you all 
up, honey!" 

Sarah moaned as he drew her to the grass beside him. They lay down on their 
sides, just inches apart, now, their hands beginning to explore each other's 
bodies in earnest, now. 

Hungrily, Henry returned one hand to her tits and the other to her crotch. 
Her cunt was quaking with need, now, damp and slippery with the creamy love 
juice that poured from her womb. 

As his fingers lightly danced across the hot, quivering hillock, Sarah 
gasped in passion and trembled uncontrollably with the raging fires that 
seared her loins. 

She hungrily reached for his groin with her tender, soft hand, eager to feel 
his prick once more. Lovingly she wrapped her fingers around the growing 
mound and gave the expanding weapon a tender squeeze. 

"I love you, Henry, and I love doing this with you," she moaned quietly, 
kneading and massaging his prick through his trousers. "I don't care what 
anybody says, this is all I want to do!" 

The old man said nothing. His throat felt dry and raspy and he could hardly 
find the words to say anything. He shuddered a bit as she squeezed his prick 
once more, the harsh, burning need raging in his balls. 

Hungrily he bent forward, pressing his lips to her breasts. His ancient 
petals rode lovingly back and forth over the creamy globes, kissing and 
lathering them with a growing passion. 

He caught one of her nipples between his teeth and the girl screamed softly 
as he gathered her boob into his mouth. She shuddered and sobbed, aching 
with all the thousands of sensations that were assaulting her, now. 

She felt his fingers, long and stiff, kneading and toying with the flesh of 
her cunt mound. He caught the strands of wispy hair that covered her 
adorable hillock, and tugged on them in a teasing fashion. 

"My goodness, Sarah, you're a bit wet and warm, aren't you?" he laughed, 
enjoying the fact that she was getting more and more crazed with passion. 
"Have to figure out a way to calm you down, won't we?" 

"Ohhh, God, Henry, God, it's so good," she groaned, jerking violently as a 
powerful, demanding tremor raced through her, suddenly. "You ... ohhh, you 
make me feel ... ummm, so damn good!" 

Henry chuckled again and gently rode the tips of his fingers up and down 
along the top of her trembling pussy lips. The soft, wet petals fluttered in 
response, trembling with delight under his attack. 

Eagerly, now, Henry began to explore the hot, wet hillock that he wanted so 
badly. He didn't care about anything, now, but having this harsh, yet 
pleasing desire meet its completed end. 

He rubbed her tiny, damp clit with the tip of his thumb, rolling it back and 
forth until the girl was jerking and bouncing spasmodically beneath his 
hand, her fingers squeezing and gripping his cock, wildly. 

"Yes, little Sarah, yes," he sighed, his voice broken and weak with need. 
"This is what we should do for each other, only this! Ummm, so nice, little 
Sarah, so nice!" 

Both of them were growing more frenzied with wanting, now. Sarah's cunt was 
pounding with need and she could feel his cock quaking powerfully under her 
hand. She gripped the shaft urgently, now, and squeezed it as hard as she 
dared. 

She no longer was content with merely feeling his flesh through his 
trousers, she wanted to experience the sensation of it beating wildly in her 
hand, and she fumbled with his trousers in a frenzied manner. 

Hungrily she pulled the zipper free, shoving the folds of the pants aside in 
the same motion. Henry groaned thickly as he felt her fingers slip inside of 
his trousers, searching frantically for his hard, quaking tool. 

The girl wrapped her hand around the cock and the old man nearly leaped from 
the grass with the intense pleasure of first contact. He groaned thickly, 
jerking violently as the girl drew his prick from the confinement of his 
trousers. 

"Ohh, it's just as big and hard and good as I had hoped," she cooed, 
lovingly, gazing fondly at the huge, throbbing weapon in her hand. "Ummm, I 
love how alive it feels, Henry! I love the way it shivers in my palm!" 

"Umm, yes, darling Sarah, ahhh do that, yes," the old man, moaned, swaying a 
little as she opened and closed her fist around his shaft. "You're a perfect 
angel, darling, a perfect angel indeed!" 

Sarah giggled a bit, thrilling to the way her grandfather shuddered 
uncontrollably as she fondled his throbbing meat. She could feel the harsh, 
demanding blood racing through the shaft, forcing it to pulsate wildly in 
her tender grip. 

Eagerly she rubbed the tip of her pink little thumb back and forth across 
the surface of his cock, and sliced, teasingly, at the hot, dry head with 
her nail. The old man cried out in pleasure, a seizure of need quaking 
through his body, now. 

Slowly, all thoughts of anything but their aching need drifted away. She 
began to ride her delicate fingers up and down on his prick, kneading and 
squeezing the shaft carefully as she went along. 

She thrilled to the angry come that she felt churning in his balls as she 
cupped them in her palm. She loved the way his flesh roared with desire, 
throbbing violently as she squeezed his cock and kneaded his pounding balls. 

Tenderly she tugged on his taut, hairy sack, pinching and caressing the 
stones between her fingers. The old man was beside himself with lust, now, 
and his own hands attacked her tender young flesh with a complete abandon, 
now. 

Hungrily he rode his fingers over her cunt mound, kneading and pinching her 
flesh as he fondled her. He caught the delicate button of her clit between 
his thumb and forefinger and the girl screamed as the stinging pleasure 
seared her aching loins. 

"Ohh, Jesus, ummm, yes, Henry, yes," she sobbed, shivering uncontrollably as 
the intense pleasure she was experiencing only seemed to grow and grow. 
"Ohhh, please, more please, yes, yes!" 

Now the old man gently rolled her clit back and forth, while tickling her 
cunt lips with the rest of his fingers. The girl shuddered and sobbed, the 
harsh, fiery greed completely consuming her, now. 

She drove her hand up and down on his cock, determinedly, loving every 
moment of the way his prick grew bigger and bigger in her grasp. She could 
actually feel it expanding in her tiny hand and she shivered with 
anticipation of how it would feel deep inside of her. 

"Sarah, Sarah, ahh, yes," her grandfather gasped, his voice so twisted and 
harsh, that she could barely understand him, now. "So good, Sarah, you do 
that so well! Ahhh, perfect, honey, just perfect! 

Eagerly, now, he rode his fingers up and down along the damp, quivering 
cleft between her pussy lips. The soft, creamy petals trembled with pleasure 
as he assaulted them, and the girl greedily thrust her loins against his 
seeking prongs. 

Hungrily, Henry began to kiss and suck her small, luscious breasts. Her tits 
were quivering under his mouth, the nipples tensed with passion, responding 
to the slightest caress of his greedy mouth. 

She gasped as she felt him catch one of the tiny nuggets between his teeth 
and slowly gather all of the pert, alabaster globe into his mouth. She 
moaned thickly as his tongue slashed back and forth across her nipples, 
darting and stabbing at them in a frantic fashion. 

Now his fingers began to become more urgent and demanding at her womb. She 
sighed and rolled over on her back, parting her thighs wide to give him all 
the room he needed. She moaned and sobbed once more as she felt him part the 
twin folds of flesh that guarded her loins and slip two fingers inside of 
her. 

"Yes, yes, deeper, deeper," she gasped, screaming with pleasure under the 
fiery delight of the penetration. "Ohhh, God, do it, Henry, put them all the 
way in me, all the way, now!" 

Slowly the old man rolled and turned his fingers against her taut, steaming 
inner walls until he had buried his fingers to the hilt in her womb. He 
could feel her cunt throbbing around the sunken prongs, her pussy muscles 
fluttering spasmodically against the thick, stiff spears. 

Gently he began to pump the digits in and out of her in a careful, 
controlled manner, eager to give the girl as much pleasure as he could. She 
flexed her muscles hungrily around his fingers and kneaded his prick with 
increased frenzy. 

The two of them were damp with sweat and the moisture of the grassy bed they 
lay upon. Henry drove his fingers in and out of her pussy methodically, 
twisting and turning them as he went along, making sure to tease and caress 
every inch of her hot, taut flesh. 

Her cunt felt marvelous around his fingers and her breasts were, the 
sweetest-tasting he had kissed in years. His prick ached with passion and 
greed, and the come that was boiling in his taut, hairy bag was growing more 
fierce and demanding with each moment that passed. 

He powered his fingers in and out of her with a growing rhythm and force and 
his lips were now traveling passionately down over her trim, taut body. She 
sobbed wildly, now, her whole frame quivering with desire as she sighed with 
an aching wanting as she felt his mouth traveling over her trim belly. 

"Ohh, Jesus, ummm, yes, do that please," she moaned as his lips began to 
kiss the wispy strands of hair that covered her fifteen-year-old mound. 
"Ohh, please, yes, eat me, please, Henry, please!" 

Now her pussy was on fire for the old man's attack. She eagerly spread her 
legs as far apart as they would go and lay quivering in anticipation. When 
she felt his tongue slicing wickedly across the rim of her throbbing 
hillock, the sensation was so intensely pleasing that she burst into tears. 

Henry began to attack her pussy with a vengeance, now. He lathered the rim 
of her hillock hungrily, slicing the tip of his rough, seeking dart 
viciously across her damp, twitching clit. 

The effect was immediate and powerful. The girl howled in pleasure and rose 
up from the grass in a shudder of delight. The old man chuckled wickedly and 
wrapped his hands around her buttocks, burying his head between her moist, 
slippery thighs. 

She groaned thickly, locking her lovely limbs tight against his head, 
trapping him there between them. She cried out as she felt his tongue 
lathering her clit, then shivered as he captured the juicy nugget between 
his teeth. 

"Ohh, Lord, ohhh, yes, ohhh, yes," she sobbed, tossing her adorable head 
from side to side on the grass. "Ummm, so nice, Henry, so damn nice! Ohhh, 
God, it's too good, too damn good!" 

Frantically, now, she reached out with her hand and grasped hold of his 
prick once more. Urgently she began to tug on the shaft, and the old man 
shifted his body around until she had his cock where she wanted it. 

Eagerly she began to lick and lather the pulsating weapon with her lips and 
tongue. She rode her soft, pliant petals up and down along the length of his 
tool, nibbling wickedly at his steaming flesh with her even, white teeth. 

Henry thought his balls would explode under the girls demanding attack. He 
moaned in a tortured voice as she rolled the tip of her tongue around the 
rim of his helmet and sliced it across the surface of his engorged head. 

Gently the girl moved her mouth down to the root of his shaft, and then 
slithered her dart through his tangled thatch of pubic hair, to the taut, 
pounding sack beneath. 

Lovingly she opened her mouth and sucked the hard bag inside, locking her 
lips and teeth around his flesh and trapping the throbbing container inside. 
She giggled as she stabbed at his balls with her tongue, enjoying the way 
the man shuddered uncontrollably under her sucking attack. 

"Ahhh, yes, Sarah, ahhh, uh-huh," he grunted, bucking his loins tight 
against her adorable mouth. "Suck me, Sarah, suck me good, honey! Ahh, you 
do it just right, Sarah, just the right way, yes!" 

The girl became more and more excited with each passing moment of their 
lust. She lathered and sucked his balls wildly, tossing the taut, pounding 
nuts back and forth against her cheeks with the tip of her precious arrow. 

His mouth was boring down on her pussy, hungrily, now. His tongue slid 
easily into the steaming tunnel of her womb and she screamed in delight, 
grinding her cunt hard against the eager lips. 

She felt him bury the spear deep inside of her, then, lathering the steaming 
flesh of her inner walls greedily. His teeth nibbled and bit at her pussy 
lips and the tip of his tongue seemed to know just the right spot to attack 
to give her the most pleasure possible. 

Now she urgently moved her mouth back up along the pounding tool of his 
cock. She nipped and lathered her way to the throbbing helmet of his prick 
and wickedly fastened her teeth around the rim of his helmet. 

Henry groaned in an agonized tone of voice as he felt his granddaughter 
sucking the head of his shaft beyond her pliant lips. He moaned and 
shuddered uncontrollably as the darling child slithered his prick 
effortlessly into the silken passage of her throat canal. 

"Ahh, God, yes, so nice," he groaned, his voice muffled by her pussy, now. 
"Ummm, Sarah, ohhh, little Sarah, that's it, ohh, yes, that's it exactly!" 

Eagerly the lovely young girl rode his prick to the depths of her velvet 
tunnel, She flexed her throat muscles rhythmically against his buried tool, 
and sucked feverishly at the throbbing root of his manhood. 

As Henry began to pump his tongue in and out of her eager pussy, taking 
slow, rhythmic strokes, the girl joined his attack with her own mouth, soon 
finding his pace and riding his cock in and out of her silken passage in 
perfect time with him. 

The two of them shuddered and moaned, loudly, the quiet, summer air ringing 
with their cries of passion. Relentlessly they drove their mouths at each 
other, licking and sucking with a frenzied abandon. 

Harder and faster they drove their mouths at each other. Each stroke that 
they took forced both of them higher and higher on a plane of ecstasy that 
neither of them could believe. 

Henry's prick ached so badly he wanted to scream and the delicious mixture 
of pain and pleasure roared through his balls and prick with relentless 
demand. His flesh felt on fire, now, as she sucked on him, and he knew it 
was only a matter of time before he climaxed in a burst of uncontrollable 
greed. 

He powered his tongue along her wet, slippery canal, licking and sucking on 
her pussy lips greedily. He drank deeply from her dripping chamber, enjoying 
the sour taste of her love in his mouth. 

The girl shuddered and thrashed, her womb pounding so fiercely that she knew 
her orgasm was going to be something special. It felt as if her cunt had 
been waiting all this time for him, and him alone, and she sobbed with the 
anxious hurt of her need. 

Now she began to tug on Henry's shoulders, trying desperately to pull him 
from her pussy. She bobbed her head rhythmically up and down on his cock at 
the same time, sucking on his shaft as hard as she could. 

Henry understood what she wanted and he slowly lifted his mouth from her 
womb and began to squirm his body around and over hers. She felt his prick 
leaving her mouth and she sighed with aching anticipation." 

"Ummm, fuck me, now, Henry, right now," she whispered hungrily, rocking from 
side to side to entice him between her thighs. "Please, please, fuck me, 
now, Henry! I want you in me, right now!" 

The old man quickly slithered down between her creamy, slippery limbs, 
gently pushing them apart with his fingers. Her cunt was pounding visibly 
now, quaking as the fiery need roared through it. 

Gently he adjusted his belly over hers and lay the throbbing, huge prong 
against her wet, warm lips. She bucked upward, frantically, trying to force 
him to enter her pussy at once. 

"Ahh, you're going to be so nice, little Sarah," Henry chuckled softly as he 
rubbed his cock and fingers over her cunt. "I just know that this is going 
to be grand, I just know it!" 

The girl sobbed with wanting and reached down between them. Hungrily she 
took hold of his shaft and desperately tried to shove it inside of her. 
Laughing in satisfaction, the old man brushed her fingers aside and took 
over the job himself. 

Very gently, he slipped the huge, throbbing head of his shaft between her 
moist, quivering petals. She gasped with the intensely pleasing shock of his 
invasion and groaned thickly as he at last penetrated her luscious pit. 

Slowly, Henry forced more of his prick inside of the damp, gripping passage 
of her cunt. Her tiny, taut canal locked around the plunging tool, greedily, 
and her muscles fluttered spasmodically to urge him on. 

He groaned thickly as he felt the luscious, hot pussy gathering his manhood 
up, her muscles kneading and urging him deeper, the entire sleeve fitting so 
snugly around his prick that he could barely believe it. 

He loved how her cunt seemed to burn with passion, how it undulated around 
his ancient spear. Slowly he buried himself to the hilt inside of her womb, 
until his prick was throbbing urgently against the hot, slippery inner 
depths of her lovely chamber. 

Now he slipped his hands beneath her buttocks and began to gently ride his 
cock in and out of the girl's darling, pit. He rocked from side to side, 
twisting and turning as he powered his shaft along her dripping tunnel. 

Her pussy quaked wildly under the assault and the darling girl could barely 
breathe, so aching was her passion now. Henry's prick seemed to fit just 
right in her pussy, and she sobbed with each marvelous stroke that he took. 

Again and again the old man powered the cock into her cunt. He slipped his 
fingers back beneath her ass and drew her tightly to him, grinding his belly 
hard against hers, rocking his huge, throbbing weapon back and forth against 
her inner walls. 

Both of them grew more and more frenzied in their passion, slowly becoming 
consumed by the angry desire that was assaulting them. They shuddered and 
groaned and drove their bodies together violently, now. 

Henry could feel her pussy drawing tighter around his shaft, and the thick, 
creamy fluid of her loves was becoming increasingly more boiling around his 
driving tool. 

He could tell that she was drawing near to an orgasm and he carefully pumped 
his cock in and out of her now, making sure that each stroke did what it 
could to take her to the final peak of ecstasy. 

The adorable girl could no longer do anything but writhe in the grip of such 
pleasure. She lay there, almost completely wasted by pleasure, just allowing 
her body to shudder and jerk with each marvelous tremor of love she 
experienced. 

Her cunt ached so badly she wanted to cry and her loins were screaming at 
her for release. She hugged Henry tight to her chest and sobbed as she felt 
the wonderful moment of her passion drawing near. 

"Harder, Henry, harder," she sobbed, twisting and turning under the old 
man's violent attack. "Ummm, harder, ahh, going to come, harder please!" 

Henry drove himself into her again and again, rocking and crashing his prick 
to the depths of her loins, then pulling it free once more. He felt her 
pussy reaching the moment of her release and he powered into her again with 
a renewed effort and force. 

She screamed once, in a loud, long wail of pleasure and the old man had to 
hold tight to her buttocks under her uncontrollable thrashing. He felt her 
come swirling around his shaft as she rocked beneath him, filling her loins 
with its creamy power, dancing enticingly around his plunging manhood. 

Over and over the lovely waves of release rippled through the girl. She 
gasped and sobbed, quaking with the powerful spasms of need that were 
finally tearing to their moment of bliss. 

Her cunt was raging with pleasure and she tried desperately to concentrate 
on the old man, now, for she achingly wanted him to be joining her in this 
powerful moment of absolute ecstasy. 

"In me, Henry, come in me, now," she moaned, flexing her cunt muscles 
viciously around his driving rod. "Please, Henry, come in me now, please, 
please, please!" 

The old man drove into her again and again, rocking and turning with every 
stroke, his aching spasms growing more fierce with each plunge that he took. 

Again and again he rammed his thick, pounding tool into the depths of her 
creamy passage. His cock was aching with passionate need, and his balls 
screamed for the release of the come churning inside of them. 

He shuddered and groaned, driving his shaft into her so violently that he 
pinned her to the grass with the sheer power of his thrusts. She held 
tightly to him, now, her passion overwhelmed by his, the only thought in her 
mind to feel him exploding in the depths of her precious chamber. 

Suddenly the old man was bucking wildly inside of her, groaning and gasping 
in a breathless manner. She felt his prick buried deep in her pussy, the 
come spurting violently from the tip, searing her inner flesh with its 
liquid greed. 

She shivered and quaked, listening to his moans and cries of pleasure as he 
pumped the spurting weapon in and out of her again and again. 

"Ahhh, coming good, Sarah, coming good in you now," the old man sobbed, 
twisting and turning in the throes of his orgasm. "Ohhh, so nice, little 
Sarah, coming in you so nice, right now! 

Again and again the delightful waves rippled through the two of them, and 
they were both locked in a delicious and enticing release. They tossed back 
and forth on the grass, completely consumed by their passion until every bit 
of their greed and desire was gone. 

When they fell apart, they lay on the grass, gasping for breath, completely 
drained and exhausted. Sarah gazed at her grandfather warmly, hating the 
very idea that his son wanted to put him in a home. It was easy for her to 
see, that Henry didn't need that at all. 

She could not bear to look at him anymore and she turned her head away, 
stifling a sob. She felt his hand caressing her naked shoulders and she 
wondered, how long, how long could he survive once torn from the home and 
people he loved. 

* * * 

Frank Carney stared down at his father, trying hard to keep his eyes clear 
and his jaw set. He didn't want the old man to know just how much he hated 
this. He needed to be strong. 

"I'm tired of being the villain, Henry," he sighed, shaking his head 
determinedly. "I am trying to keep us alive, but you don't want to help, and 
that's all there is to that one." 

His father gazed up at him, his eyes clear and twinkling. "That's how you 
see it, huh, Frank?" he said calmly. "That I'm just an old fart that gets in 
the way?" 

"I didn't say that, God damn it," his son groaned. He shook his head 
fiercely. "I won't be made out to be a monster, Henry, but things can't go 
on like this!" 

"Well, I agree, Frank, they certainly can't," his father replied after a 
moment. "I never gave you much of a chance, did I, son? Never gave you the 
choice of what to do, and now I guess I'm paying for it." 

"I don't care about that, damn it," his son said. He blinked his eyes and 
wiped them with the back of his hand. He got down on one knee in front of 
the old man and stared at him intently. 

"Don't you see, don't you realize how times have changed, Henry?" he asked, 
his voice rich with tortured emotion. "We ... we have a chance to really 
grow, Henry, really make something of this place." 

"But only if you're in charge, huh, Frank?" Henry said, eyeing the man 
steadily. "Only if you hold the reins, unless I'm reading you wrong, is that 
it, son?" 

"I can't do anything with you, can I?" Frank moaned. He stood up and turned 
to go. "I'm not going to be the monster, Henry, but I'm not going to drown, 
either!" 

Henry waited a bit before replying. "Maybe you don't have to, Frank," he 
said slowly. "Maybe there's a way out of this for both of us. I think there 
might be." 

Frank turned slowly and stared at his father intently. "What are you driving 
at Henry?" he said quietly. "You got something on your mind, spill it." 

"Here's my deal, Frank," Henry said matter-of-factly. "I'll turn the whole 
place over to you right now. You can have Jeb Stevens file the papers today 
if you like, but on one condition. I stay here until I die. No more rest 
homes." 

Frank stared at his father in shock. He could not believe the old man was 
saying this to him. He gulped and shook his head, beginning to laugh a bit 
at the sudden realization that his dreams were coming true. 

"You'd do that, you'd give me the farm right now?" he whispered, his voice 
trembling with shock and not a little disbelief. "Why, why now, why now?" 

"Because you deserve it, son, that's all," Henry said, simply. Then he 
nodded. "And, I want to make sure I can die in my own bed, in my own house 
and my own land. You see, I'll never stop thinking of it that way, no matter 
who owns it, Frank." 

Frank began to laugh, then, shaking his head as the tears of joy ran down 
his cheek. He nodded happily and stuck out his hand to shake his father's 
for the first time in years. 

"It's a deal, Henry," he cackled. "Old man, you got yourself a deal! I don't 
care if you live forever! Jesus, I just can't believe it, I just can't 
believe it." 

"Well, Frank, you believe it, because it's true," his father said. "Now if 
you'd like to do me a favor, you could go find little Sarah and send her to 
me." 

His son nodded and quickly went off to look for the girl. Henry sat in the 
warm glow of the sun, smiling until he saw her running up to him. He patted 
a place beside him on the bench and she sat down, heavily. 

"It's all taken care of, Sarah," he chuckled warmly. "This old man still has 
a few tricks up his sleeve. I'm not going into any old age home. I'm gonna 
stay right here until I'm done." 

Sarah's eyes went wide with shock and she squealed in delight. She wrapped 
her arms around Henry's neck and hugged him so tightly that he had to push 
her away to be able to breathe. 

"I made a deal with Frank," he explained. "I gave him the farm, ought to 
have done it years ago I guess, but I was just too stubborn to let go." 

"Ohh, Henry, Henry I'm so happy," the girl gushed. She broke into tears and 
sobbed with joy. "It's like a dream come true, it really, really is." 

"Well, there's a lesson to be learned about knowing when to let go, honey," 
the old man sighed. "Guess it just took me a little longer than most to 
learn it." 

He laughed and peered around the front yard. "Say, where's that nice young 
man you're so friendly with, honey?" he said. "I kind of like him, he sort 
of grows on you after awhile." 

"Even if he does do nothing but bitch about things," laughed Sarah. She 
stood up and smiled down at her grandfather. "I like him too, he's a lot 
neater than I ever had imagined." 

"Well, you take good care of him, you hear, Sarah," Henry warned, wagging 
his finger at her. "Good friends are hard to find in this world, especially 
ones that are willing to help you kidnap an old man!" 

They both laughed at that and then Sarah kissed him goodbye and dashed off 
to find Jimmy and tell him the good news. Henry stared after her for awhile, 
then leaned back against the bench and closed his eyes. 

In a matter of moments he was sleeping peacefully, an old man destined to 
live out his days exactly where he wanted to, dreaming, warmly, of his 
granddaughter once again. 


 THE END
