Up and into my teens I travelled to fairs and stud farms up and down the country with him. Such journey's frequently necessitated us staying overnight in lodging houses. Lodging houses that became regular haunts to him in his travels over the years and that were usually run by landlady's who more often than not, he was ‘over familiar' with.
I have good reason to remember one particular occasion, staying with a landlady called Marge and her pretty young daughter who she introduced to us on our arrival as Amy. When settled in, all four of us retired to their living room. After a few beers had passed between my grandfather and the Marge sitting on the couch together, they openly began flirting with one another. He running his hand up under her dress, leading eventually to her playfully grasping and squeezing his tool through his pants.
Amy, a pretty and dark haired girl with fulsome and budding breasts sat side by side with me on the couch opposite them. As one thing led to another very soon grandfather was lifting the Marge's dress and saying her;
"Show us your knickers Marge". To which she responded rather feebly while trying to pull he dress back down, "I will not. What would your boy and my girl think?"
"I can't speak for your young lass, but it's nothing my young bucko hasn't seen before, that I can assure you!"
After further persuasion, it wasn't long until he had Marge's loose print dress back up around her hips again as he prised her knees apart with his hands. From there he rapidly proceeded to pull the gusset of her loose white cotton knickers one side exposing her dark and curly haired cunt. Marge was off an age where a woman's bush starts to thin. In her case that aided in the display of a fine pair of succulent looking and neatly rolled fat lips clearly visible through the dark hair that shadowed her charms.
As one thing led to another soon Marge was unbuttoning his flies and fishing out his already stiffening prick. With my own cock already rampant and still inside my pants, I risked placing my hand high up on Amy's thigh under her loose skirt. Amy was so mesmerised by what was happening before us, that at first I don't think she even noticed where my hand was as she was watched blushing at the events that were rapidly unfolding across from us. Then all of a sudden, when she realised where my hand was, her first reaction was to push it away. Pushing my luck, I reached across and kissed her full on her lips, which at first she kept closed as I tried to part them with my tongue. After persisting for a while, she opened her lips and soon we were French kissing like familiar lovers. As the kissing became more intense, I ran my hand up further under her dress wedging my hand between her still closed thighs.
Gradually she gave way and parted her legs, allowing a flush of heat come onto my hand and challenging me to run my hand further up the inside her thigh towards the source of the heat. I was surprised and excited to find she was devoid of panties. So with trembling fingers, I delicately brushed her hairy little crack briefly with my fingertips.
Across the room, things had moved ahead a pace and her mother was now kneeling with her knees spread on the mat and her belly resting on the couch. In this position, she was now showing a more open and wet looking hairy gash underneath her snow white and firm round arse. Grandfather kneeling behind her with his trousers down around his knees, holding his veiny hard and thick cock in his hand was aiming it at the target she was clearly presenting to him. This prompted me to unbutton my own flies and take out my cock to introduce it to the nervous young Amy.
I took her hand gently asking her to hold and to ‘pull' it. I wanted to say ‘wank it' but I didn't want to be too crude and maybe scare her off. Surprisingly she took my horn in her hand without hesitation. I took her response as; ‘I've shown you mine now you must show me yours.' So I pushed her down on her back length ways on the couch and pushed her outside leg out over the edge of the couch, so that could get a proper look at her nice short and tight looking pussy covered with a dusting of light tan hair.
Meanwhile on the other side of the room, things had progressed at a pace. Grandfather was now firmly implanted in Marge's raw and very open wound, with him showing a substantial pair of hairy stones for a man of his years hanging underneath the trunk of his sturdy appendage. Looking over her shoulder and seeing what was happening with her daughter, Marge suddenly ejected herself off my grandfather in double quick time shouting across at us;
‘Stop'! "Get your hands off my little girl young fellow, she's been promised to another and I don't want her interfered with and to come to him as damaged goods," her mother protested.
Back then, it was not unusual for young girls to be wed off to bachelors or widow men in exchange for land or money. As we had just heard, this too was to be the destiny laid out for this pretty young girl.
Marge after pulling down her dress with her arms folded was now standing upright over Amy and myself. My poor grandfather on the other hand was left high (and wet), still carrying his load as he tried to get himself together pulling up his pants.
"What harm can the boy do Marge?" asked grandfather while struggling with his hard cock and his shirt as he tried to push them inside his pants and fumble to button all back inside his flies.
"What harm can he do? Are you having a laugh? Look at the tent pole he has on him, easy knowing who he takes after. In this case, it's very much ‘like grandfather, like grandson'. I declare I've never seen a horn that size on a young lad his age. And don't try to tell me he wasn't on the verge of sticking her with it if I didn't have the good fortune to glance over my shoulder and see what he was getting up to."
"What you seem to be saying so Marge is, that this pretty young thing has yet to be put to cock" said grandfather excitedly. "Yes. that is exactly what I'm saying."
"Pray then let myself and the lad have a feel of her quim, as the boy has yet to see or touch the seal of a virgin. We promise we won't damage her, isn't that right son?"
I nodded excitedly, not promising anything.
"Very well then have your feel and be quick about and know that I'm watching closely so that you'll not poke a finger through her barrier." In a flash grandfather came alongside. Taking charge, he asked the girl to sit back up on the couch. Lifting and spreading her legs he placed her feet on the edge of the seat, to display fully her charms for all to see. Quick as a flash with his coarse workman's forefinger he eased it in gently between her closed lips at the bottom of her cut to the depth of his first knuckle when the girl winced. "Stop it hurts!"
"By dad you're right Marge, there it is, your young lass is as pure as the driven snow. Come here boy and take a look at this." With his finger and thumb grandfather pressed the girls tight lips apart exposing her pink and shiny shell pink inner petals until I could see the ringed ridge of her seal. "There we go boy, see there, see her ring, come here feel it for yourself so you'll know what to expect when you come across one again."
Moving out from between her legs to let me in, I couldn't help but notice how quickly her tender pink lips folded and snapped shut again as soon as he removed his fingers. I slipped my forefinger quickly into her until I hit her barrier where I followed the round of her ring with the tip of my finger. I couldn't help but notice she was already nice and oily in there and wetting my finger. As I looked upwards to her face from between her legs, I noticed her cheeks were flushed pink and she had begun to moan quietly and roll her eyes.
Her facial expression and moaning didn't escape my grandfather's canny observation either, as he said to her mother. "By gum Marge there's no doubt your little girl here is coming into season, and you'll have to watch her closely or she'll lose it before you planned," he advised.
"You don't have to tell me; I have eyes in my head I can see all the signs" her mother replied.
"To give her a head start why don't you let her play with and suck the lads cock, you can see the state he's in there, it will be an experience for both of them when she draws him off," grandfather suggested.
"I suppose, as long as I can watch and supervise I can't see what harm it can do, sooner or later she'll have to do it anyway, so I'll agree to let her have a trial run on his fresh young prick to see what she can get out of it. I can assure you, his young cock and balls will be a lot sweeter than the one she's destined for," was Marge's unexpected reply.
My cock was so hard it was bordering on painful. The thought that this pretty young thing was going to stroke and suck me made me stand up and drop my pants to the floor. My cock raked almost vertical as I felt the weight of my balls drop free of my pants.
"As I said before the boy has a fine cock on him, but his balls are something else, almond shaped and hanging low like a young bull," exclaimed Marge. "Come now girl, go down on your knees and have a taste of him, he has a lovely fresh young cock topped off with a fine salmon pink nut, you're going to like him" her mother encouraged.
"Here let me hold him in my hand for you, go on open your mouth, don't be afraid, lick it just on the tip first, before you take the bulb into your mouth." "But mother it looks like he's going to pee, there's drop appearing from the little cut at the end.
"That's no pee girl, see how clear and syrup like it is. That's just a word of caution to remind you that his white sauce is not far behind. Go carefully on him, just lick that off and we'll see if any more comes after it."
The girl nervously flicked her tongue and lifted the drop that had a string attached. She didn't shy away from it, as she quickly came back with another flick of her tongue lifting the string clean off my knob.
Her mother then caught my knob between her finger and thumb squeezing it to open the eye to see if any more pre-cum was evident. Content there wasn't she encouraged her Amy to take my knob in her mouth as she placed it near her lips, instructing her to take it and to feel it's spongy texture in her mouth. When she took my knob into her wet warm mouth, it was a feeling like no other. I felt my balls lift while my vial on the underside of my cock dilated and I had to bite my lip to stop from spurting my jism and flooding her mouth too soon.
Without any further encouragement she started to go down slowly on my red hot pulsing pipe pulling the underside of it with her tongue towards the back of her throat. Encouraged by my grandfather and her mother she took it to the bend of her throat, gagged a little and pulled back slowly to the rim of my knob only to slid back down on it again this time instinctively sucking on it as she fed it down as far as the entrance to her throat once more.
After that, she struck a back and forth rhythm, which was electrifying, leaving me wondering... if this, was really her first time doing this? All too soon not being able to hold back, I felt my sap rising. My knees sagged and I hit her with my first spurt as she was sliding back on my cock. It definitely caught her unawares and her lack of experience showed as she gagged and let it my prick slip from her mouth.
Her mother immediately dropped to her knees took my spurting cock in her hand and before my third spurt came, my cock was down her throat as I felt her bottom lip and chin touch my ball sac. Expertly she worked her tongue on the underside while continuing to suck until I spent every drop. When she was satisfied and my standard had stopped pulsing, she came off me not having lost a drop saying; ‘sorry to steal your thunder lass, but that was too good to let go to waste and besides I'd want him spilling over my freshly washed floor.'
With that everyone adjusted themselves and fixed their clothes back in place, while Marge and Amy retired to the kitchen to prepare our evening meal.
Later that night after supper followed by a few beers I retired to my room upstairs and I noted that Amy retired to her room off the living room downstairs. Later that night I was awakened to laughing and hullabaloo on the stairs. I got out of my bed and opened my door just a crack to see what all the commotion was about. Here I found grandfather carrying Marge upstairs in his arms with her blouse undone and he suckling a nipple on one of her snow white upturned tits. He carried her into the room next to mine and although I couldn't see what went on, the repeated sounds spoke for themselves; squeals of delight from her and grunting and shunting from him as he carried out the stallion's work on her.
In the meantime, my thoughts turned to Amy in her room downstairs and her still virgin cunt. What if I wondered... or would it be too risky?
To be continued....
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