A Road Trip with My Grand Daughter-Final Part

The next day was to be our last full day in the Park and I had so many things I wanted to show her. There was the view from Martin’s Overlook, we hadn’t seen any wildlife yet, not even a black tailed deer and we had to take a canoe out on the lake. Gosh there was so much to do and see, but I all I could do was lay here with my beauty sleeping in my arms; my 14 year-old grand daughter, Kristy.

We had orally brought each other off the night before. In fact we made love, not vaginally but orally, every night since we left her home outside of Kansas City, four nights ago. It had started so innocently, with a thunder storm that first night out. It had now escalated to mutual oral sex; I had even inserted my finger up her vagina. We had become out of control with lust.

I stole a look at my watch, it said 7:30, time for me to rise and shine. I hadn’t been able to get myself out of bed this early ever since I started in with Kristy. She just wore me out. But this morning, I felt refreshed and ready to go. I wondered how she would react. There was only one way to tell, so shaking her gently by the shoulder, I said, “Sweety, it time to get up. Kristy, wake up now.” She still hadn’t moved, so I resorted to another, devious plan.

Peeling back the covers, exposing her long, athletic legs, I saw that her nightgown had ridden up and was gathered around her waist. That left, not only her beautiful legs open to my view, but the spot where they joined, with its kinky little pubic hairs, barely covering her precious little lips. I knew how to wake her. Bending down my head and planting my lips right on her labial lips, I inserted my tongue and moved it up towards to clitoris.

It worked perfectly. As I neared the goal, she wiggled away with a start and pushed my head away. After having been brought out of her slumber, she realized it was me doing the assault and grinned and tried to pull my face back down to lick. But I said, “No, you had your chance and you pushed me away. Now it’s too late. No more for you.”

She groaned a playful groan and then, hanging onto my neck, she drew me in and down on top of her with a big juicy kiss. I rolled over and switched places with her and from her new found vantage point, she continued to kiss me deeply, then passionately. Placing her separated legs on either side of my hips, she ground down into my crotch and rotated hers around until I started to feel the urge.

I said, “O, Sweety, we’ve got to get up. That’s why I woke you that way. I wanted to get you up, not turn you on.”

“Too late,” she said and started humping my crotch, up and down.

“O, Kristy, you little minx,” I said, but allowed her to seductively grind away. She grabbed her nightgown by the waist, sat up and removed it over her head. Her nipples were already hard and a look of pure lust dominated her expression. She immediately began riding my cock, back and forth until she was wet as can be.

I told her, “Sweety, separate your lips. Let it slide but your slit. That’s it, now how does it feel?”

“O Gramps, that feel wonderful!” she exclaimed, throwing back her head with her eyes closed.

“Yes it does, Sweety, it feels really good.”

She placed her hands beside my head and she rose up just a little. She scooted up on my cock until it was rubbing up into her clitoris. When it made contact, she irrupted into a frenzied convulsion. She madly flung herself, over and over, down upon my cock, riding high into her sopping pussy. She was almost there, but could not bring herself over the edge. She was getting frustrated, when I put my arms to her crotch, under her legs and literally threw her up so she landed on my face.

“O Gramps, YES,” she cried and dug down into my open mouth. She knew where to sit so that my mouth had access to her throbbing little clit and she had landed perfectly. My lips grabbed it on the first try and she went ballistic.

“O YES, O YES, O YES,” she screamed, “O GRAMPS, O GRAAAAMPS…”and she started to orgasm for the first time this morning. After a night’s sleep, she had the energy of a young nymph, romping in the forest, and she was exuding that energy now, during this release of emotion.

She was driving her young pussy hard into my mouth until she suddenly flung herself off of my face and down to my crotch. Grabbing it with one hand, she stuck the slimy thing into her hungry mouth and started sucking for all she was worth. I almost died, right there.

She sucked on it as if it was the normal thing to do, like she’d done that a thousand times before. She would take it in so far that she would gag herself and have to release it for her mouth to catch her breath. With tears in her eyes, she would dive back down on it, ramming it in as deep as she could. I could feel it building in my balls; I knew that it was just a matter of time. One or two more sucks into her gorgeous little mouth and I was over the top. I spewed my sperm deep into her mouth, stream after stream.

She didn’t come off of it this time, but kept up her oral assault on my throbbing cock, until it started to go limp; its way of telling her that it was all over. She let it plop out of her lips and then came back up to rest upon my shriveling cock. She placed it between her vulvas, once again and slowly rocked herself back and forth.

We stayed that way for several minutes, gaining our strength and our minds again. She, being the younger, managed to come out of it before me. When I awoke, it was to her whispering in my ear, “I love you, Gramps. I will always love you.”

We showered, dressed, ate breakfast together and decided our day before we left the coach in the Jeep. Our decision was to drive around and look for wildlife. We did get on occasion to follow a game trail back in the forest a ways; I had spotted a doe and her fawn, feeding in a meadow. We were able to watch them for about ten minutes or so before they decided to go on the other pastures.

We did manage to see a herd of cow elk feeding in another meadow, but at such a distance, we had to use the binoculars. The one animal I was hoping we would see was a moose. We drove and drove with no luck. When as I was just about to give up, we turned the corner on a gravel road and came upon a shallow pond or lake, filled with lily pads. As luck would have it, there out in the middle of the foliage, standing in about eight feet of water, up to its front shoulders, was a bull moose, with its wide antlers covered in lily pads, chopping down with a mouth full.

It raised its head to look at who was disturbing his lunch. Not sensing any danger or threat, he continued to chew the pads in his mouth and then plunge his head under the water and brought up another mouth full of greens. I jokingly said to Kristy, “It reminds me of you this morning.”

She slugged me in the shoulder, saying, “Gramps? As least I didn’t use my teeth, but next time…”

I grabbed her by the tummy and brought her into my arms. “Next time, I think I’d even accept that from you,” I said, giving her a kiss on the mouth.

“Really?” she teased back.

“NO!” I said emphatically, as we slowly walked away, leaving the moose to eat his lunch.

Watching him eat must have made us hungry so we wandered back to the lodge to have some lunch in the restaurant. After we had enjoyed a great meal, talking and joking the whole time, we headed down to the dock area to inquire about renting a canoe for the afternoon.
Donning our life vests, we ventured out onto Lake Jackson for an afternoon of paddling and spelunking around.