Summer With My Granddaughter, Part 4

Soon spring turned into summer and all of a sudden, it was the middle of June and we had stayed with Cory for a month. He obviously enjoyed the diversion of entertaining guests and I had all the comforts of the finest campground. I had a perfectly level shady place to set up the coach. He hooked me up to his septic system and ran a hose over from his faucet for the sweetest water that you can imagine. He even jerry rigged his circuit breaker to accommodate a 50 amp electrical hookup. When I offered to share in the cost of this setup, you would have thought that I had cussed him out. With one look of his big ol’ face, I knew exactly what he thought of my suggestion.

Cory was younger than I am; about 40 or 45 would be my guess. He had never been married I found out but had settled up here in Dawson Creek about 15 years ago when he got out of the service to get away from people. What he found was that he didn’t mind people, but just certain types of people; the phonies. The people he discovered up there were definitely not phony.

He started up a guild service and had been successful ever since. He took hunters, fishing groups and explorers out into the wilderness to experience Northern Canada to its fullest and the tales he could tell would keep us up all night in stitches. He had a way about him that just made you want to laugh and after a few minutes of listening to his stories, you couldn’t help but roar. The girls loved to listen to him spin his tales and most every night they would come in and ask for another story before bedtime.

The three of us played a little game of rotating beds. One night we all slept in my bed together while the next night it was Cathy sleeping alone out on the couch. Sometimes I would let the girls sleep in the bed and I would take a turn out in the other bed. But Kristy always managed to sleep with at least one of us most every night. The one exception was when she was visited by Mother Nature again.

When she announced that she was taking the couch for a few days, I suddenly thought that I didn’t remember Cathy having to spend time in solitude with her period. I began to wonder about this oddity and as she walked into the bedroom that night, I asked her about it.

“I have a very unpredictable cycle,” she explained. “In fact, since I started when I was 13, I’ve only had maybe a dozen periods. I’ll go 6 months or longer sometimes in between periods. Then I’ll have two or three right on schedule. I never know when I will be blessed with this nonsense.”

“Have you gone to the doctor to try to regulate it or anything?” I inquired.

“My Mom never seemed upset over it and neither did I, so no, I’ve never seen anyone about it,” she shrugged her shoulders in an accepting way.

I pulled back the covers and slid my naked body into bed as she crawled in on the other side. Cathy and I never actually made love before. We would cuddle and coo, fondle and touch but we never had intercourse. I don’t know if it was that I wanted to be invited or I didn’t want to risk Kristy getting upset or jealous or if we wanted to maintain the relationship just the way it was, but it seemed to work for us and I wasn’t about to upset the apple cart.

As she slid into my one armed embrace, she snuggled her cheek on my chest and let out a contented sigh. She stayed like that as I slowly started to go under. Suddenly as she spoke and I was jolted back to reality with a jerk.

“I’m sorry Gramps,” she said in apology. Both of the girls had started referring to me as Gramps and I kind of liked it so I encouraged the name to stick.

“Oh that’s alright,” I said opening my eyes. “You were saying?”

“I was just wondering that’s all, about that time when Kristy put your thing into her mouth all the way. I mean, where did it go, down her throat? I mean, she didn’t even gag or anything,” she said in amazement.

“Cathy, I think you need to ask Kristy about that. All I know is that she is a very talented girl. I haven’t had that many blow jobs in my life but I can’t think of a better one than what Kristy gives me. The first time she went down on me I just couldn’t believe it. She tried real hard to take it all the way in but couldn’t. Then the next time she gave me one, down her throat it went. I couldn’t believe it. She said that she practiced on carrots and pickles until she could do it without gagging,” I recounted the story.

After a second, Cathy said to me, “She real does love you, you know. I mean not like a Grandpa but as a man. She is so lucky to have you.”

I pulled her into my chest with my arm to acknowledge her comment as I smiled to myself in contentment. After I few more minutes, Cathy once again broke the silence with her question. “Gramps, do you think Kristy would mind if I tried to stick your thing I my mouth?”

I stammered out my response by saying, “I don’t know, why don’t you ask her?”

She jumped up out of bed and went to the door to open it and then asked out loud into the dark room, “Kristy is it okay with you if I stick your Gramps’ cock in my mouth?”

Kristy let out a squeal of surprise as she responded, “What does he say?”

I heard her question so as Cathy was about to relay it to me, I said out loud, “I was just answering her question. She asked me if I though you would mind it if she put my thing in her mouth. I said to ask you. Now if you’re asking me what I want, then it’s “Hell yes”.

Kristy responded, “Can I watch you do it?”

“Kristy, can I just tell you about it tomorrow,” she answered almost in a begging manner.

“Okay,” she said in disappointment, “but remember to suck on it all the way through to when he squirts into your mouth.”

Cathy returned to bed with a puzzled look on her face, wondering what she had gotten herself in for, but slowly pulled back the covers to expose my growing cock. She looked down at it and reached out her hand to touch and fondle it. She had touched it before but she was studying it now, as if trying to figure out how she was going to do this thing.

Suddenly, she bent down and with her mouth, started rubbing the shaft up and down with her lips. Then she stopped, changed positions to her knees and placed her lips on the shaft again. Running her mouth along the skin was not getting the job done so after a few passes, I suggested, “Use your saliva and get it wet and then your lips will slide on it better.”

She acted almost relieved having someone telling her what to do as she wet her lips with her tongue and transferred the moisture onto the shaft of my cock. Now she was letting her saliva flow freely over the skin and it acted nicely as lubricant. She continued to slide her mouth over the skin of my cock but soon I wanted more.

I started to take over the instructions of how I wanted this fantasy to play out and told her, “Now take your lips and place them around the end of my cock. Make them nice and wet and slowly close them down around the tip. That’s it, nice and slow. Now move my cock around between them a little and suck on it like you would a Popsicle or something. Oh that’s nice, Cathy, just like that.”

She was a fast learner and soon had the end of it wet and well sucked upon. She had moved her hand to my shaft and was holding it steady as she was working the head between her lips. She was sucking and rotating it around in her mouth but never took that much of it in between her luscious lips. I had to feel more of her mouth so I suggested that she take it further in her orifice and wet it fully with her tongue and saliva.

She proceeded to insert my cock into her mouth, but drug her teeth over the shaft as she took it in. This sent an alarming sensation throughout my body and I naturally jerked my hips free of the pain. She stopped immediately and looked on with a surprised look on her face.

“Oh Cathy, I’m sorry. But it was a natural reaction to feeling your teeth on my cock that’s all. You have to be careful down there with your teeth. It’s very sensitive. If you want to use your teeth then you will need to warn me. It can feel hot as hell if you do it gently and with warning. Why don’t you just be careful with your teeth for now?” I suggested.

She nodded her head in agreement and opened her mouth again and placed her lips around the shaft without touching her teeth.