POPS AND THE SCHOOLGIRL

Pops and the schoolgirl

A refreshing breeze entered the hospital room. A girl dressed in a school uniform dashed straight to her grandfather’s side. The girl plopped her young ass into the sitting man’s lap. She kissed his cheek and softly asked, “Hi Pops. How’s Grammy? How long has she been asleep?”

Pops smiled and hugged his precocious granddaughter. Katie always brought a joyous thrill to this man’s heart whenever she was near. At 16, the girl was a petite, pretty, and perky handful of infectious fun. The man kissed a soft cheek and answered, “She’s been asleep for awhile. She had a hard day. But, the doctor came in and said she’ll get better and will be able to come home soon.”

The girl’s face brightened. She smiled and said, “Oh, that’s wonderful, Pops! Hey, guess what? Mom’s busy, so I’m supposed to come by and drive you home. How’s that for a surprise?”

Pops twisted so he could hold the child a little more comfortably. Although she weighed less than a hundred pounds, the girl was sitting precariously on the edge of his lap. Afraid that she might fall onto the hard, tile floor, he placed a hand on her sock-covered knee to steady her. He answered the girl’s question with enthusiastic joy, “Why, that’s a fine surprise, Katie! You’ll have to promise to slow down so you won’t scare your old grandpa.”

Katie stared at the man and responded peevishly, “You listen here Mister, I don’t drive fast! You’re the one that’s lost his license because of too many speeding tickets! And, Pops, you’re not an ‘old man’. All of my friends think you’re the coolest, hippest grandpa any kid could have. I think so to. You’re the only grandfather I know of that drives a ‘hopped-up’ Shelby GT Mustang!”

The man smiled and hugged his granddaughter tightly. The girl kissed his cheek again then whispered, “Hey Pops, can I lay my head on your shoulder a few minutes? The gym teacher had us girls working out too hard today. I’ve had a hot shower, but I’m tired and sleepy.”

Taking permission for granted, the girl laid her head on Pops’ broad, strong shoulder. One of her long, pigtailed braids fell across his chest. She scooted around and brought her legs up in a semi-fetal position. She felt the big chair move as her grandfather laid it back into a semi-reclining mode.

When Katie had scooted around, Pops suddenly found himself facing a dilemma. The hand he’d had on her knee had slipped above her sock and was now resting on the bare flesh of her lower thigh. Unconsciously, his thumb had started massaging the tender, enticing skin. Without his mind’s authorization, a huge bulge was forming in the crotch of his pants.

Goddamn his wicked soul, Pops was getting a hard-on! If Katie was feeling it, she was not saying so. Instead of following his grandfatherly instincts, he gave in to stronger urges of a man’s masculine nature. He allowed his fingers to join his thumb in gently caressing the girl’s warm, silky soft skin.

While Pops’ hand and fingers cautiously caressed his granddaughter’s leg, his eyes studied the young, feminine form in his lap. Twin braids of light brown hair framed a cherubic, angelic face. Pouty, luscious lips were half-open and the tip of a tantalizing tongue peeked out. A gleaming white blouse stretched tightly over a seductively alluring bosom. The girl’s gray, pleated skirt had climbed halfway up her thighs exposing tempting, beautiful flesh. White cotton knee socks leading to black patent-leather shoes completed the picture.

When Pops’ eyes reached the socks, Katie stirred and moved her legs. The girl used her toes to flip the shoes off her feet. She again settled back into her grandfather’s comforting embrace.

But, something was now different. When the girl moved, Pops’ hand had slipped from her outer thigh and was now resting on the smooth skin of her inner thigh. Without thinking about what he was doing, he continued massaging the tender, soft flesh. His fingers were less than an inch away from his granddaughter’s most sacred feminine treasure.

Pops knew he didn’t dare lay a hand on that treasure. No sir, this he would not touch! Oh no, he wouldn’t! No way, no how would he touch her. But, he did. The tip of one finger touched against a panty-covered mound. A second finger joined in and then a third. The fingers slowly traced a path around the puffed panty mound. The mound stiffened as fingers squeezed, tickled, and played. Did Katie move?

Yes, she moved. Whether the girl moved voluntarily or as a result of reflexive action mattered not now. When she moved, her panties opened enough for several of Pops’ fingers to find their way inside the thin fabric. These fingers were drawn magnetically towards a wet opening. They worked their way inside where moisture attacked them and coated them with sticky feminine wetness.

Pops’ fingers explored the hot, wet feminine recesses. Suddenly, his fingers touched an obstruction. He’d hit Katie’s hymen. He had been fairly sure of her virginity, but his own fingers now confirmed the fact. Perhaps he should stop? Shouldn’t he leave the innocent girl alone? His masculine mind rebelled and silently answered his questions, “Hell no, don’t you stop! If she wants you to stop, she’ll tell you!”

So, he didn’t stop. He played with the fresh, young pubic flesh. He probed and prodded the girl’s swollen vaginal mound. His teenaged granddaughter’s entire pussy was his to enjoy with his fingers. She was making no objections, so he played and enjoyed.

Katie’s pussy convulsed and released a torrent of vaginal moisture. Her panties became soaking wet and so did Pops’ hand and fingers. Her grandfather’s fingers were squeezing hard and digging in as deep as possible without breaking the innocence of her hymen.

The girl’s pussy convulsed again and spasms constricted her vaginal muscles. Her body jerked and her pussy sprayed the probing hand and fingers with feminine juices. Katie was cumming. Orgasms rocked her petite young body.

Katie’s breathing became labored. Pops could feel the warmth of it against his neck. With an unstoppable determination, he continued playing with the pussy in his hand. He felt her body shaking and knew she was cumming.

Pops intensified his manual manipulations. His fingers ravaged the hot, wet, feminine flesh. Katie began cumming again. Earth-shaking orgasms sped through her loins and raced throughout her body.

Katie wanted to scream in orgasmic release. She knew she dare not make a sound in the quietness of the hospital room. She bit her lip and forced herself to be silent. Soft whimpering noises escaped unchecked. She’d had orgasms before. She’d played with her pussy and made herself cum many times. But, as good as her self-administered orgasms were, they were nowhere near as good as these her grandfather was making her have!

Just when Katie thought the orgasmic pleasure was ebbing, Pops’ fingers savagely attacked her virginal flesh again. Her body attempted to jerk away, but it came right back for more of the sweet, hypnotic punishment. Unbelievably, her insatiable feminine flesh began to spasm with more orgasms! She gritted her teeth and dug her fingernails deep into Pops’ neck and back. She allowed herself to be swept away into a netherworld of orgasmic enchantment.

Pops held on tightly as the girl’s body absorbed the orgasms. He continued to hold her as the passionate pleasure slowly subsided.