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Colin's Women
by Kellis
Fall, 2011


Part 1


"The storm's over, Nell."  Colin said it gently to the spicy head 
pressing up under his chin.  Rain still hissed on the roof and tinkled 
in the downspouts but several minutes had passed since the last rumble 
of thunder.  With her back against his belly and her knees drawn up away
from him, her eleven-year-old torso was just the right length to fit 
beneath his chin but above the erection that lay in the crack of her 
buttocks -- presumably shielded by her sheer nightgown and his cotton 
nightshirt.

"I know it, Grandpa."  Her voice was intimate, soft as his own.

He listened closely but heard no evidence of drowsiness.  "You're not 
sleepy."

"Neither are you."

"I should be and so should you.  Tomorrow's a school day -- today 
actually."  He glanced at the glowing clock numerals on the nightstand.
"It's past three, you know."  When she didn't respond, he added, "How'd
you know I'm not sleepy?"

She wiggled her buttocks.  Immediately his member twitched in response.

Colin took a deep breath.  "Nell ...  Do you really know what that 
means?"

"I know if you're asleep it's ... different."

"How?"

"Soft and a lot smaller."

He grunted.  "At my age I guess you're right.  Of course it's mostly 
soft when I'm awake too."

"Unless I push it with my heinie."

"Huh!  When did you notice that?"

"Everytime it storms at night.  Grandpa, what do you call it?"

"Call what?"

Again she wiggled her buttocks.  Again his member leapt detectably.

"Nell ... it has a lot of names."

"What's the right name?"

He hesitated and finally heaved a sigh.  "I believe in education, sweet
Nell, but at your age if you know too much it could be dangerous."

"'Dangerous'?" she repeated in wonder.  "To me?"

"To _me_.  Actually to both of us."

"Just knowing the right word would be dangerous?"

"Kids don't usually know it, honey.  If you said it in the wrong place,
they'd ask you where you heard it."

"What's the wrong place?"

"In front of almost any adult -- or another kid who says it in the wrong
place."

"You mean it's like a secret?"

He thought a moment.  "How much do I dare to tell you?"

"_I_ won't tell anybody!"

"If I could be sure of that ..."  He kissed the top of her head.  "I 
love you so much, sweetness."

"And I love you back, Grandpa.  My first memory -- and nicest -- is you
reading _Alice_ to me."

"It's sweet of you to tell me that, honey, even if your mother did think
it was too old for you."

"But it wasn't.  It was so cool!"

"I've always tried to answer every question you asked to the best of my
knowledge and belief, but now we're getting into complications."

"What's that?"

"I'm talking about sex.  Do you know that word?"

"I think so.  We talk about it at recess."

"I'm sure you do.  All kids do.  Well, this is the problem.  Your body 
will change a lot in the next couple years as you start to really grow 
up.  Most people believe children, especially girls, should be kept 
ignorant about sex until their bodies change, that is, until they're 
fully capable of doing it."

"Do you believe that, Grandpa?"

"No, I believe in telling kids the truth whenever they ask.  But, 
sweetie, most people believe it so strongly they'll hurt any adult who 
tells a kid too much."

She thought about that for a moment before saying stoutly, "They 
wouldn't if they didn't know."

He chuckled wryly.  "Yes, but they have lots of ways to find out."

"Huh!  I'll bet that's what she was doing!"

"What?  What who was doing?"

"Mama.  The last storm we had ... last week, do you remember?"

"Vaguely."

"You weren't wearing your nightshirt, just a T-shirt."

He swallowed.  "Really?"

"Yeah.  Anyway, Mama came in the bathroom the next morning while I was 
taking a shower.  She took off her robe and got in the shower with me."

"Did she!  Does she do that often?"

"Not since I was seven, when she started letting me shower by myself."

"Was she in a hurry or something?"

"A hurry?  She didn't take a bath.  What she wanted was to feel my ..."

"Feel you?"

"Feel my cunny.  Is that the right word?"

"Um.  The lips between your legs?"

"I guess they _are_ sort of like lips, aren't they?"  Her hand moved 
over her hip.

"My god!  Did she hurt you?"

The girl tilted her head to look up at him.  In the red glow of the 
clock her eyes met his in wonderment.  "Could it have hurt?"

He grunted.  "I gather it didn't."

"Oh, no!  Just the opposite."

He said dryly, "Felt good, did it?"

"Let me show you."  She caught the hand carelessly thrown over her 
belly, segregated the forefinger and thrust it between her legs.  He 
thought of resistance but not seriously.  She wore no panties.  His 
finger touched soft flesh with the impression of a dimple then 
unmistakably a lumpy clitoris.  Briefly she rubbed him up and down in 
the tiny furrow before releasing him.  "That's what she did.  Was it to
... check if I'd done anything with you that night?"

"Did it feel good, Nell?"

"Uh-huh.  Then and now.  And I know how to make it even better.  But did
I guess right?"

"You know how to --"  Suddenly he leaned past her and turned on the 
bedside lamp.

Blinking, she twisted her torso to look at him with large, brown eyes.
Her brown hair, half-way down her back, glistened.

Having glanced around the room, he clambered out of bed, drew the drapes
on the French doors to the verandah, went to the hall door, closed it 
and twisted the knob lock.  When he turned back to the bed, the girl had
sat up and thrown back the covers.

Prepubertal legs crossed before her, pink gown streaming unbuttoned off
her shoulders, she regarded him solemnly and asked, "What's wrong, 
Grandpa?"

His nightshirt was caught on the obstinate erection.  He snatched the 
cloth free as he knelt on the bed.  "Nothing, I hope.  Lie back and show
me what she did."

She protested, "I did show you -- with your own finger."  But she 
obeyed, falling back willingly on the stacked pillows and splaying her 
legs.

"Pull yourself open," he directed.

Her forefingers pried the pale, hairless labia apart.  He bent and 
studied the display intently.

She asked hesitantly, "Is it ... am I pretty?"

He blinked up at her.  "In fact, my sweet little Nell, you are lovely 
beyond words.  Wait a sec."

He left the bed but returned immediately with a large mirror that he 
stood just before the fully exposed vulva.  "Take a look."

She propped herself on an elbow to raise her head, adjusting the mirror
angle with her free hand.  She giggled.  "It looks sort of like a 
ketchup lid."

"A what?"

"You know, with the hole in the middle to squeeze out the ketchup."

"You have what's known as an 'annular hymen.'"  He chuckled.  "It's 
called that because your ketchup hole, as you say, is in the very 
middle."

"Woops!"

They both laughed.  He asked, "Were you trying to squeeze something 
out?"

"Not from the pee hole.  I'm sorry, Grandpa."

"Well, you only wet the mirror.  Don't worry about it."

"Are you saying it's pretty because you're my grandpa who loves me?"

"Anyone who appreciates such things would think so too."

"Who ap-appreciates it?"

"Boys, of course."  He shook his head.  "But please don't go showing it
to them!"

"How about men?"

"Sweetness ..."

"I'm just kidding, Grandpa.  I'll only show it to you.  And Mama.  I 
guess I can't help it if she looks."

"No, I guess not."  He wiped the mirror on his nightshirt and returned 
it to the dresser.  When he reached under the lamp shade, she said 
tentatively, "Grandpa ..."

He paused.  "What, sweetness?"

"Will you ... show me yours?"

Colin studied the guileless face.  Her eyes met his steadily, bright in
the lamplight.  He sighed.  "It seems I've opened a door."

"A door?"

"I looked at you first."

Her voice, already low, became little more than a whisper.  "I squeezed
it last week.  Under my heinie.  When my gown rode up.  But I'd like to
see it."

He said dryly, "I thought you were wiggling a lot!  All right, 
sweetness, if you'll promise me you won't tell anyone but your husband 
where you saw your first one."

"My husband?"

"No, I take it back.  I might still be here another ten years.  Promise
you won't tell _anyone_."

"I promise, Grandpa."

The mirror adventure had positioned her on his side of the bed.  From 
half an arm's length her eyes fixed on his midsection as he raised the 
nightshirt hem.  Before he could react her hand flew up and caught the 
object of her interest, now dangling limply.  He trembled but managed 
not to jerk away.

"It's changed!" she declared, eyes wide on his.  "What happened to it?"

"Reality set in."

"You mean ..."  She blinked at him.

"Dreaming is what made it rise."

Gently he removed her hand, turned out the light, scooted her to the 
middle of the large bed and slipped under the sheet beside her.  
Immediately she snuggled against him, head on his shoulder.  "Were you 
dreaming about me, Grandpa?"

He took another breath.  "If your mother finds you here in the morning,
she'll have a lot to say."

"You want me to go back to my own bed?"

"No, sweetness, I don't _want_ you to, but it would be better for us 
all.  Hmm.  I have something to tell you.  There's a book near the left
end of my third bookshelf, called _Woman's Body / The Owner's Manual_.
It's written for young teenagers, with drawings and definitions of the 
hard words.  Why don't you sort of 'stumble across' it tomorrow?  If 
anybody asks where you learned what you want to know, you can tell them
about finding that book."

"Hey!  Can I go read it now?"

"No, you'd have to turn on a light and wake up your mother.  Do it 
tomorrow."

"All right, Grandpa."  She got out of bed, came around to his side and 
kissed his cheek lightly.  "I love you."

"And I love you."  He squeezed a buttocks cheek.  "You know how to 
unlock my door, don't you?"

"Of course.  Good night, Grandpa."

"Good night, sweetness."

He could barely make out her parting words from the hallway.  "Thanks 
for being the best grandpa in the world."


* * *


"Grandpa, can I talk to you for a minute?"

"I think I'm supposed to tell you to say 'may I' instead of 'can I,' but
I'm not your English teacher.  Sure.  Come on in."  Colin turned off the
E-reader and laid it on the nightstand under the lamp.  Wearing only a 
nightshirt, his head and shoulders were propped up on pillows with the 
bed sheet pulled up to his waist.

She crossed the room in her nightgown, kicked off her slippers, crawled
into bed beside him and giggled.  "Not English: sex!"

"Oh, god!  Well, don't tell anybody!"

"I won't.  What were you reading?"

He chuckled slightly.  "Would you believe a slushy romance novel?  The 
new ones are a lot more interesting than when I was young."

"'Slushy' means sexy?"

"Oh, yes."

She giggled.  "Is that what's poking up under the sheet?"

He took a deep breath.  "Your mother must still be out."  He glanced at
the clock.  "Why not, it's only two a.m.  What about you?  A growing 
girl needs her beauty sleep."

"Don't you think I'm beautiful?"

"You _know_ I think you're beautiful.  But you still ought to be asleep.
Else you'll be running around here with bruises under your eyes like 
when you stayed up all night reading my book."

"How did you know about that?"

"What did you do, take a flashlight under the covers?"

"Grandpa!  Did you sneak into my bedroom?"

He chuckled fondly.  "Didn't have to.  The flashlight batteries were 
burned out.  Did you read all of it?"

"Cover to cover.  Twice."

He tousled her curly hair.  "So now you know all the secrets."

"Yeah, the big ones.  But it's the little ones that matter."

He grinned at her thoughtfully.  "Sounds like you're having trouble 
going from the general to the specific."

She blinked.  "'General to the specific.'  That's exactly right!  
Grandpa, you are _so_ smart!"

"I'm glad you think so.  What's troubling you, sweetness?"

"Lot's of things.  What's a dooch, Grandpa?"

"Douche.  I'm sure _Woman's Body_ mentioned that, if you spell it with 
an E."

"What is it?"

"It ... ah, to take a douche is to flush out the vagina with water or a
similar liquid."

"Oh.  Oh, yes.  Now I remember.  To wash out the sperm before you get 
pregnant."

"That's one reason.  I've heard of others."

"Yeah, but that's the reason Mama took a douche kit with her on her 
date, isn't it?"

"Nell, your mother would kill us both if she knew we were talking about
that."

The girl giggled.  "Then don't tell her."

"Believe me --  And don't you go asking her questions about it."

"I don't have to ask _her_."

"Hmm.  Of course you should have normal curiosity."

"How?"

"Well, for example, if you saw her handling a douche kit, it'd be okay 
to ask her about it."

"I did.  She goes, 'You don't need to know yet.'"

"That's all she said?  I'm disappointed.  Must have been her mother's 
influence.  I always answered _her_ questions."

"Like me?"

"Well ..."

"Did she hold your pennis?"

"No!"

"It's shrunk again."

"It does that.  Hunff!  Nell, you know I didn't expect you to grab it.
I didn't touch _you_."

"You did too!"

"Oh.  That's right.  In the dark."

"Want to touch me with the light on?"

He coughed into his hand.  "What I want to do is straighten out your 
pronunciation."

"My what?"

"You've read all these words, but some of them don't sound the way they
look."

"Like what?"

"Penis, for example."

"Can I call it cock?"

"Was that in the book?"

"Yeah.  Also it's what Jimmy Wavell calls his."

"Who's that?"

"A friend of mine at school."

"He's been discussing his cock with you?"

"Yeah.  It's lots littler than yours, even when his is hard and yours is
soft.  Is that the right word, Grandpa?  He calls it a 'hard-on,' but 
it's not really very hard, kind of like a rubber toy, maybe."

"Good god!"

"What's the matter?"

Colin took a deep breath.  "I gather you've seen Jimmy's cock.  And felt
of it."

She looked at him solemnly.  "The way he acted, I thought we were being
naughty.  We were, weren't we?"

"Well ..."  He barked a laugh.  "Yes, you were being naughty.  So were 
we the other night."

"No harm came of it."

"Didn't it?"

"No.  Jimmy and I traded.  I guided his finger like yours."

"What else did you do?"

"Nothing.  Talked about what grownups do when they're having sex.  He 
called it 'fucking.'  That's in the book too, but good girls don't use 
that word."

"That's true, not at your age."

"Can I use it to you?"

"You can say anything to me, sweetness.  But don't get in the habit of 
saying 'fuck.'  It'll slip out and you'll get in trouble.  How long was
it before another boy wanted to trade peeps?"

She blinked.  "Another boy?  I like Jimmy, but he's the only one."

"Remarkable!  Sounds like he can actually keep his mouth shut.  That's 
rare in a schoolboy, especially about sex."

"Oh, I know what you mean!  When Shelley let Tom fuck her in the 
basement, every boy in the class was after her.  She had to transfer to
a school across town.  But Jimmy's not like that.  He's a nerd like me.
And I made him promise, like you did me."

"Good for you.  As you say, perhaps no harm will come of it."

"Jimmy wants to do more."

"Oh, he does, does he?"

"Yeah, we sat on his porch and talked.  Can I loan him your book?"

"It has my name in it.  I'll get you another one.  I think there's one 
for boys too.  What else does Jimmy want to do?"

"He wants me to ...  Can I see your cock, Grandpa?"

Colin chuckled weakly.  "Sweetness, you worry me.  You can't just go up
to a boy or a man and ask to see his cock."

"Oh, I know that!  But you're my grandpa."

"I hope you also know that what we do and say to each other you must 
never tell to anyone!"

"I know it."

"Not even Jimmy."

"Can I bring Jimmy home some afternoon, Grandpa?"

"If you wish, but don't take him up to your room."

"I was thinking of _your_ room."

"Well, sure; that would be okay, though I guess you ought to ask your 
mother."

"She'll be at work."

"True.  So what did you want to know about my cock?  I'm afraid it's not
in the best shape just now."

"You mean it's soft."  She sighed.  "Then it probably won't help much."

He stared at her.  "What kind of help did you want?"

"It's still bigger than Jimmy's."  She pulled the sheet down to his 
knees.  Her hands separated the mostly unbuttoned halves of the shirt.
"Oh, yeah, plenty big."  Her face turned up to him.  "Jimmy saw his 
sister take one in her mouth.  He wanted me to try it.  But I was afraid
it might hurt.  The book says the first time can hurt a girl.  If I have
to be hurt, Grandpa, I want you to do it."

He sighed deeply.  "Nell, that's the sweetest thing I think any girl 
ever said to me.  But you don't quite understand."  He thought a moment.
"Your 'ketchup hole' isn't large enough to pass a hard penis, and your 
boyfriend will push very hard.  Can you imagine what happens?"

"The book says it tears."

"Yes.  That can hurt.  And bleed.  If it's done right, it doesn't have 
to hurt very much, but few boys know how to do it right."

She stared at him, thinking intently herself.  "How do you do it 
_right_?  Isn't it just ... pushed in?"

"True.  By _right_ I mean arousing the girl so much she wants sex very 
strongly.  When I came back from the army, a girl named Marcy ...  I 
don't suppose it will hurt anyone to tell it now -- let me have sex with
her.  She was a virgin too, like you.  Ah, did you notice that word?"

"It means to have an untorn ketchup hole."

He chuckled.  "That's cute, but what are the right words?"

"An intact hymen."

"Right.  Very good.  By that time some of the German girls had taught me
how to arouse a woman.  Marcy said she felt so good the sting was hardly
noticeable."  He chuckled again and shook his head.  "Marcy turned out 
to be quite a girl.  She bagged herself a cop lieutenant.  Good thing 
too, else she might have been your grandmother."

Nell's eyes showed fascination.  "I'd love to hear all about Marcy, but
first ...  I don't understand something.  My hymen is down here."  She 
touched her groin through the nightgown.

"So it is," he agreed encouragingly.

"So how can it hurt you when the first time is in your mouth?"

"Well ... I don't think it does.  A long one can gag you, I gather, but
that doesn't exactly hurt.  Of course in the mouth it doesn't feel that
good either -- at least I suppose it doesn't."

She declared, "I'm sure _yours_ could gag me!"

"But it won't."

She took a breath.  "Because you won't ... do me?"

"Right.  You're my beloved granddaughter, Nell."

"I _know_ you won't ever hurt me, Grandpa."

He grinned.  "I might spank your bottom if you annoy me too much."

She jumped out of bed, eyes bright with withheld laughter.  "If you can
catch me."

His grin softened to a smile.  "There is that."

She flung herself back into the bed, pressed against him and threw her 
arms around his neck.  "Oh, Grandpa, I love you so much."

He kissed her pink lips.  Immediately she thrust her tongue into his 
mouth.  He tolerated it briefly, noting the flavor of spice, and pushed
her shoulders back gently.  "Was that in the book too?"

"I don't remember.  Jimmy thought of it."

"Did you ask him where he learned it?"

"From his big sister."

Colin made a face.  "Big sisters are not usually so cooperative."

"He's like, 'She just came in from her date.'  Do coptails make people 
silly?"

"It depends on what you do with them.  What did the sister do?"

"Drank them."

"I think you mean _cock_tails."

"Jimmy wasn't sure.  _Cocktails_ sounds silly.  Cocks don't have tails."

His eyes twinkled.  "But they can have _tales_, with an E."

"Huh?  Oh, stories, like yours tearing Marcy?"

He cleared his throat.  "You may not have noticed cocktails.  They are 
iced drinks made of whisky and flavorings with fruit to decorate the 
glasses' rims.  Fruit may be where the _tail_ came from, who knows?  
But, yes, if you drink too many cocktails it can make you silly."

"Jimmy goes, 'She kissed me with her tongue and pulled out my cock.'"

"I see.  Did he go on to admit the rest of his luck?"

"Luck?  She kissed it but wouldn't put it in her mouth.  She's like, 
'I'm so sorry, Jimmy.  I must've come home too soon.'  What did that 
mean, Grandpa?  Jimmy and I couldn't figure it out."

"How old is his big sister?"

"Twenty-eight."

"I expect she was sorry for taking such liberties with an underage boy.
They could put her away in this crazy state."

Nell made an impatient gesture.  "Too soon for what?"

Colin smiled.  "Too soon to get what she wanted from her boyfriend."

Nell thought it over.  Her eyes were intent.  "I think I know what she 
meant now."

"Of course it's just a guess."

"Believe me, I know what she meant!  Grandpa, will you ... let me ..."

He was not to find out what she wanted, though he suspected.  The house
timbers transmitted the rumble of the automatic garage door rising.

Nell scrambled backward to her feet.  "That's Mama!"  She fled towards 
the door, calling behind her, "I'll kiss you tomorrow."

Colin smiled thoughtfully, shook his head and murmured while retrieving
his E-reader, "Unlike Jimmy's sister, Nell's Mama did not come home too
soon."

But in another way perhaps she had.  Nell had left his bedroom door 
open.  Colin heard footsteps, surprisingly heavy in the carpeted hall.
His daughter sailed through the doorway, slamming the door against the 
stop, and flounced to a seat in his recliner.  She was a buxom woman of
36, wearing slacks and a ruffled blouse, brown-headed and brown-eyed.  
Nell greatly resembled her as she had looked at puberty.  Her eye-shadow
was smeared and lipstick remained only on the corners of her mouth.

Colin asked, "Problems?"

She took a deep breath.  "I'm not sure."

"Not too serious, perhaps."

"I did something tonight that I ought to regret."

"But you don't."

"I do and I don't."

He studied her briefly.  Her eyes did not flinch.  Slowly he smiled.  "I
recall you saying something like this before."

She nodded.  "When I gave that bastard Harry my cherry."

"Um, yes.  I've often wondered why you chose to tell _me_ of it."

She grinned.  "You're cool, Pop.  You gave me good advice.  Mama 
would've been all haywire."

"And you knew that much at fourteen?"

"Sure.  I always knew that about you and Mama."

He nodded.  "You were always perceptive.  Do you need advice tonight?"

"Maybe."

"What happened?"

She took another deep breath but delivered her bombshell in 
matter-of-fact tones.  "I fucked four guys tonight, three of them at the
same time."

He sat up straighter in the bed, swung his feet off the side and peered
at her.  "How do you feel?"

"You mean, besides feeling like a slut?  I'm still coming down."

"Janey ..."  He sighed.  "If we have a medicated douche in the medicine
cabinet, now's the time to use it."

She grinned sourly.  "I'd need two.  And a good mouthwash."

"Well, do we have them?  I have some germicidal --"

"Oh, Pop!  I took all that before I left Chuck's place."

"This happened in front of Chuck?"  A month ago she had spoken of her 
enchantment with Chuck, a roadhouse operator, though omitting the name 
of the place and all details of Chuck, saying, "You have my cell number
if you need to reach me."

Now she said, "Oh, yes.  But it's partly my fault.  I fucked him 
together with another guy last night."

Again she bore up under his scrutiny.  He asked, "And you liked it?"

"You know about a Greek sandwich, don't you, Pop?"

"Yes, I know about it.  I never trusted another guy enough to try one."

She blinked.  "Another guy?"

He nodded.  "So I never looked for a woman who'd take two.  How did you
like it?"

"It was heaven."

"'Heaven,'" he repeated.  "How drunk are you, Janey?"

She sniffed.  "I had a glass of wine with dinner and a scotch on the 
rocks later.  I'm not drunk at all.  And I wasn't last night, either."

"Then why did you do it last night?  Was that the first time?"

"The first time with two men, the first time in a Greek sandwich.  Chuck
licked me while Barry slipped it up my ass.  That combination was ..."
She shook her head.  "I never felt anything like it."

"That statement can be interpreted two ways."

She nodded.  "And that's how it felt.  Strange at first but immediately
thrilling.  And warm.  Two men's arms around you is incredibly warm."

He studied her.  "And tonight you found four waiting at Chuck's place."

"Yeah."  A grin touched her lips.  "A surprise."

His eyes narrowed.  "Is Chuck the domineering kind?  Did he _order_ you
to take --  You said three at once.  Who didn't play?"

"Chuck started out just watching.  Then he merged into the flow, so to 
speak.  By that time I wasn't thinking at all.  It must be the 
testosterone.  With that much of it in the air ..."

He said dryly, "And no doubt a mouthful of jism."

"Huh!"  She giggled.  "Don't tell me you've tasted it!"

"My own, certainly.  So on balance, tonight was very pleasant for you, 
is that right?"

"'Pleasant' is too mild.  It blew my mind completely.  I thought I 
understood what that meant.  Now I know."

"You passed out?"

"Not quite.  What I did was stop caring about anything in the world but
the cocks sticking in me."  She sighed.  "It's a good thing men run out
of steam -- and that Chuck didn't call for more men.  I could've died.  
My pussy is still tingling."

He nodded.  "You're drunk, just not on alcohol."

Her eyebrows rose.  "You know about this effect in women?"

"I've heard of it, though the female involved is usually very young and
ignorant about life."

She frowned.  "Young?"

"A sophomore girl in my high-school took on half the boys one weekend.
I know because I was one.  When it was my turn, she was panting and 
bitching because my pegged pants wouldn't go over my shoes.  I fucked 
her with my britches half-way down and got jism on my knees."

His daughter laughed.  "On your knees?"

"Yeah.  I must've been her twentieth or thirtieth.  She didn't smell 
drunk and this was before drugs were a problem."

"What happened to her?"

"They said she was okay the next day.  When somebody asked her why she 
did it, she used your words.  'It was heaven.'"  He shrugged.  "Of 
course she moved away.  They hushed it up.  But I'm told it's not such a
rare occurrence."

"I never heard of anything like it."

"Ask any big city cop.  One thing surprises me, Janey.  Why are you 
telling me about your little adventure?"

"Hell, Pop, you're my father.  Can't a girl confide in her father?"

"You know you can."  He smiled slightly.  "I think this is about the 
third time."

"The fourth.  I checked with you before I let Nell be born."

"All right.  Tell me about this Chuck.  What's he like?"

She raised a shoulder indifferently.  "He has a fat cock that sets me 
off.  It was the first one up my ass.  That was like opening a door for
me.  He is very persuasive, overcomes my inhibitions, makes me like 
whatever he wants."

"Do you love him?"

"Love?"  She laughed bitterly.  "He's not a man to love.  To fuck, yeah,
but that's all."

"I see, I guess.  It's for sure no one has to love his partner to fuck.
Here's something you ought to consider: he sounds like a pimp."

Her eyes narrowed and she nodded slowly.  "He might be.  A lot of girls
work at his place."

"Do you?"

"Do I what?  You know I don't need money, Pop."

"This weekend -- had you previously met your three new partners?"

"No.  They're Chuck's friends."

"Or his customers."

"_I'm_ his customer...  Pop, do you mean ..."

"I mean he may very well have charged admission to your voluptuous 
person this weekend -- particularly tonight.  To some people such 
entertainment would be worth a pretty penny."

"Oh, Pop, I can't believe that!"

"You don't _want_ to believe that."  Colin cocked his head.  "Does Chuck
know you as Janey?"

"Well, as _Jane_.  It's my name."

He nodded in relief.  "That eases my suspicion a little."

"But he introduced me last night as Bel, short for Belinda.  Tonight he
added a last name: Belinda Touez.  It's Latino."

"Two-ways."  He sniffed.  "I'm surprised it wasn't 'three-ways.'"

She grinned and nodded.  "They were joking about that.  I didn't care.
I could probably do it four ways."

"Janey, he's a pimp.  I'll bet he got a large one from each of your 
lovers."

She sighed.  "Not that much."

"You suspected it -- or did he tell you?"

She shook her head dolefully.  "Not a word.  I thought of challenging 
him, but ..."

"He might react violently?"

"That's not it."  Her expression was stricken.  "What if he didn't let 
me come back?"

He studied her.  At last she looked away.  He said reasonably, "Not even
heroin can addict you in two trials."

"This is stronger than smack."  She twisted her hands together and took
a deep breath.  "But that's why I'm sitting here.  What do you 
recommend?"

He paused in thought before answering.  "Well, as an obvious first, you
need to quit patronizing that roadhouse.  Your good friend and lover, 
Chuck, is making a whore of you, a more promiscuous one than most, 
whether or not you get a cut of the take.  Avoiding him will give you a
chance to recover your state of mind two months ago, before you even 
heard of him."

Her mouth twisted.  "I'd heard.  Pauline introduced us."

"Pauline is not our problem.  Second, if after diligent effort you find
that you can't live without your heaven, I might be able to help you."

"_You_!  You're my father.  That would be obscene."

"Don't jump to conclusions.  I know of a sex club downtown that can give
you what you want, where you can be reasonably confident of maintaining
your health.  It's expensive -- but not for you, of course."

"Why not?"

"Because you would be one of its reasons to exist.  The men pay."

She grimaced.  "Hooking in more genteel circumstances?"

"By appointment, on the premises.  And the men like each other."

"My god, Pop, do _you_ make appointments there?"

"Now and then."  He grinned.  "I'm still healthy."

"Why didn't you remarry?"

"One reason is sex is better at that club.  A stronger reason is that 
you and Nell take good care of me."

"Nell."  Her eyes were hooded.

"Oh, yes.  Nell brings me breakfast in bed most mornings.  But you know
that.  No one ever had a sweeter granddaughter."

The woman nodded.  "She loves you.  More than me."

"Now, Janey ..."

"But you won't hurt her.  I'm sure of that."

"No, I won't hurt her."

She sighed.  "Pop, one night when I was about Nell's age, I looked over
the banisters and watched you fuck the babysitter.  I still dream about
your cock.  Chuck's is no fatter."

"Janey ..."  He sighed deeply.

"But doing anything with it would be obscene.  Good night, Pop."  She 
got to her feet.

"Don't go yet."

She grinned.  "Aren't you sleepy?  It's going on three a.m."

He ignored her question.  "That babysitter was a dish -- a fox, as the 
kids say today.  She seduced every father in the neighborhood then made
them contribute to her college fund."

The woman laughed.  "Smart girl!"

"And she loved to suck cock."

"She wasn't sucking it when I saw you."

"Her program was to suck you off, then fuck till she came and suck you 
off again if you didn't.  She was a remarkable young lady."

Janey looked thoughtful.  "I heard she had an abortion."

"Yes.  The neighborhood paid for that too."

The woman laughed and began to undress, tossing her blouse to his work 
table and unzipping her pants.  "Are you bragging about that girl?"

"I think she was my only underage lover since the time I was underage 
myself."

"You know I don't care about that, Pop."

"I didn't know."

She shrugged, toeing off her high heels before bending to push down the
tight pants legs.  "Why are you telling me?  Do you wonder if it hurt me
to see you splooging the babysitter?"

"Did it?"

"Well, yeah, I was jealous of her.  I had my hand under my nightgown 
wanking away."

"You knew about that at eleven?"

She grinned as she stepped out of her panties and displayed fully shaved
pubes.  "You want to know who showed me?  It was Mama."

"What?  Deliberately?"

"I saw her rubbing herself beside the pool when I was eight and 
immediately understood what she was doing.  Do you think I got my sexual
instinct from your family or hers?"

He sighed.  "I always suspected I failed to satisfy her."

"Everybody wanks, Pop.  You ought to know that."

He grinned.  "I suppose so, although it's hard to accept of women."

"I think that's just prejudice."  She unsnapped and shrugged out of her
brassiere.  Large, heavy breasts fell out, tipped with brown nipples 
that lengthened under his gaze.

"What are you doing, Janey?"

"Getting ready for bed.  I've got a dildo fatter than Chuck and I need 
it."  She frowned.  "Don't pretend showing you my boobs is an insult."

"No."  He sighed heavily.  "I'm not insulted.  Quite the contrary.  
Didn't you just imply that my cock standing for you was obscene?"

"Is it up there, Pop?"

"You want to see it?"

"Sure."

"Go to bed, Janey."

She laughed, deep in her throat.  "All right, Pop.  I'm mostly an 
obedient daughter.  I was just thinking of my babysitter with your big 
cock in her throat, swallowing your jizz.  She did swallow, I'll bet."

"What makes you so sure?"

"She was a neatnik, afraid of a mess.  You thought it was because she 
loved you."

"She said she liked the taste."

"So do I, but I never tasted yours."

"It's the same jizz that created you.  Don't push your luck."

She smiled fondly.  "All right, Pop.  But tell me: will you come to see
me if I join your sex club?"

He hesitated.  "No one would know of our relationship."

"You and I would know."

"Yes."

"So would you ... what do you say: make an appointment with me?"

"Circumstances might arise ..."

When his voice trailed off, she said, "Don't you like me, Pop?"  She 
assumed a hip-shot pose, leaning forward enough for her breasts to 
dangle low.

He took a breath and said earnestly, "I think you're about the loveliest
thing I ever saw."

"Well, that's better!  Lovely and I remind you, obedient.  If you'd 
said, 'Suck my cock,' instead of 'Go to bed,' you'd be white-washing my
tonsils about now."

"You don't have any tonsils.  Get out of here, Janey."

Smiling, she gathered up her clothing from the table and padded out of 
the room, breasts swaying like pendulums.


* * *


Nell whispered, "Are you asleep, Grandpa?"

Colin opened his eyes.  She stood beside his recliner, wearing her 
school clothing.  He said,  "No, dear, just dozing.  I heard you come 
in."

She smiled in relief.  "I need to talk to you something awful."

"About something awful?"  He worked the chair's lever and rose suddenly
to a sitting position.

"About something super!"

She climbed over the arm of the chair, thrust her knees down beside his
outer thighs and finally faced him in his lap.  He was suddenly aware of
the maturing vagina hovering over his manhood.  Her face pressed against
his shirt-covered chest and her arms encircled his shoulders.  "Oh, 
Grandpa, I love you."

His hand stroked the back of her jumper.  "And I love you.  Did you get
another A in pre-algebra?"

"That's not super."

"Oh, yes, it is -- or would be.  Hmm.  Did you paint the boys' toilet 
seats with red motor oil?"

"Huh?"  She blinked several times.  "You think that's super?"

"I did when I was your age -- the girls' seats, that is.  My god, forget
I said that!"

She giggled shrilly, regarding him with awe.

He took a breath.  "So tell me what you think is super."

She grew solemn, biting her lip in hesitation.  "Is it okay to talk 
about sex now?"

He considered the question.  "Why shouldn't it be?  If you listen 
closely, you can hear Morell in the kitchen making supper."

"No.  I mean ...  We always do it late at night.  In your bed."

He smiled.  "I told you: you can discuss anything with me.  Though 
actually I'd prefer not to talk about sex in front of other people."

"How about Mama?"

"She's your mother."

"But she won't talk about it."

"Really?  She hasn't told you about the birds and the bees?"

"The who?"  She looked completely baffled.

He chuckled.  "That's how my parents referred to sex.  Most animals and
plants depend on it, you know.  But yes, it's okay to talk about 
anything with me, even sex, any time when it's just you and I."

"Good."  She raised her head to stare into his eyes.  "I did it today."

Suddenly he felt a chill but managed a smile.  "Robbed a bank?"

"No, silly.  I made out with Jimmy."

"You ... made out."

"Yes.  They said the bus was going to be late.  And it was, a whole 
hour.  Jimmy and I went to his secret place and made out."

"Tell me what 'made out' means."

Her eyes widened.  "You don't know?"

"I know one interpretation.  What does it mean to you?"

"We had sex."

He took a breath.  "Show me."

"Show you what?"

"Your hymen."

She frowned.  "Why do you want to see that?"

"To make sure you're all right."  Her expression gave him pause.  He 
raised a hand.  "It's all right if you don't want to."

The frown became a smile.  "But you said it was pretty."  She rose to 
her feet, raised the school skirt and lowered her white cotton panties.
He noticed only a slight yellowish stain.  Deftly lifting one foot at 
the time, she stripped the garment off and squatted on his chest with 
knees splayed.  Her hand parted the hairless lips.  "Is it still as 
pretty?"

"I don't see how ..." he began but trailed off.  It was unchanged.  "Yes,
just as pretty."  He tilted his head back to study her face.  "How 
exactly did you 'make out,' Nell?"

"In our mouths.  It didn't hurt a bit.  Well ... only a little at the 
end."

His hands closed on her sides and restored her to her original position
astride his lap.  "What did you do?"

"I sucked on his cock and he sucked on my clitoris.  Grandpa, what's the
kids' word for that?"

"For sucking?"

"For a clitoris."

"I don't remember one when I was little.  I've heard it called a 'nub.'"

She nodded.  "That's what it is, a little nub.  Did you know it sort of
swells up?"

He smiled.  "Sometimes."

"Not nearly so much as Jimmy's cock.  Or yours."  She wiggled her 
buttocks experimentally and frowned when nothing leapt in response.

"So you took his cock into your mouth."

"Oh, yes.  It tickled the back of my throat."  She smiled reminiscently.

"Do I surmise that you rather liked it there?"

"At first it tasted like pee, but in a jiffy it was fine."

"I presume Jimmy has been circumcised."

"He has?  He never told me about it."

"No, he probably wouldn't."

"I don't know why not!  If I was in the circus, I'd tell _him_."

"Not the circus.  A natural cock has skin to cover the knob on the end.
Most little boys nowadays have had that skin removed: that is, have been
circumcised."

Her eyes were large.  "Wouldn't that hurt?"

"It's done when they're newborns; they don't remember the hurt.  Does 
Jimmy's cock have extra skin that you can pull over the knob on the 
end?"

"I didn't see any."

"I think you would have noticed if you had it in your mouth."

"Why do they cut it off, Grandpa?"

He smiled.  "One reason might be to make cocks taste better to girls."

She shrugged, wrinkling her nose indignantly.  "He said I tasted like 
pee too."

"You probably did.  A girl has to take a sit-down bath to get all the 
pee out of her folds and crevices."

"I wipe really good!"

"I'm sure you do, sweetness.  I'm surprised Jimmy knew where to suck."

She giggled.  "I took hold of his ears and moved him to the right 
place."  She shivered.  "Oh, Grandpa, that was _awe_some!"

"Did he give you an orgasm?"

"I think so.  It was what the book said, a climax, but words can't tell
it."

"Did you do as much for him?"

She giggled again.  "He was quick!  He squatted over me while I sucked 
on him.  That was so interesting!"  She giggled.  "His mouth fell open 
and he sort of grunted two or three times.  I could feel his cock 
jumping.  Then he backed off and just sat there.  He said something 
funny."

"Funny?"

"Odd, not ha-ha.  He said, 'We're bad people.'  I thought it was a good
thing I made him suck me first."  She sighed.  "That's what I wanted to
ask you, Grandpa.  What made him say that?  He left the bushes and 
wouldn't talk to me on the bus."

"I expect he'll be all right tomorrow.  Is that his secret place, the 
bushes?"

"It's a hollow in the boxwoods under the library windows.  He found it.
I don't think anybody else knows about it but him and me."

"'But he and I.'"

"Huh?"

"Did he ... come in your mouth?"

"Come?  I guess he had an orgasm too.  How do you tell in boys?"

Colin shook his head.  "I suppose the signs are subtle in boys, but 
believe me, you can be certain in men."

"How?"

"Have you read about seminal fluid?"

"Oh.  I remember it in the book.  Boys don't give it?"

"Not before puberty.  I expect Jimmy will start pretty soon.  It will 
surprise him."

"No, it won't; I'll tell him."

"It'll still surprise him.  You too.  Where does Jimmy think you're 
learning all this?"

"I told him about the book."

"I hope you didn't let him take it."

"No, I figured you wanted me to keep it.  So tell me: will Jimmy stay 
mad at me?"

"No."  Colin chuckled.  "There's even a Latin phrase for Jimmy's 
condition: _post coitum tristitia_: disgust after sex.  The experience 
is so overwhelming that boys often feel upset the first few times."

"Disgust?"

"Or sadness.  It's the same word."

"That's terrible.  It felt _awesome_ to me."

"And you still think so?  I guess that's one of the famous differences."

"Between boys and girls?"

"Right.  So, Nell, what do you think of oral sex?"

"I want to try it again."

He sighed.  "I was afraid of that."

"With you."

"Nell ..."

"Your cock gives out that seminal stuff, doesn't it?"

"Yes, but --"

"What does it taste like?"

"Well, it, ah ..."

"I couldn't find it in the book.  Shelley told me it tastes good, kind 
of like soup without enough salt.  Tom was held back a grade.  I guess 
he's old enough to give seminal stuff."

"Wasn't Shelley the girl who had to transfer?"

"Yeah, for fucking Tom in the basement.  Is there a kids' word for that
stuff?"

"I guess 'spunk.'  Though actually when I was young we called it simply
'come.'  You produced _come_ when you _came_."

She blinked.  "That's how Jimmy says it."

He chuckled.  "Are you checking up on him?"

"It sounded silly.  Will you let me taste?"

"Nell, you're my blood granddaughter.  My _only_ grandchild.  Besides, 
you don't want to fool with an old man's equipment."

"I guess I could suck Tom."

To his surprise Colin experienced an almost irresistible urge to slap 
her.  In her life until this moment he had never punished her beyond a 
frown or a sharp word.  He took a deep breath.  "Nell, I would really 
hate for you to do that."

She frowned.  "What's wrong with it?"

"This Tom: I'll bet he bragged on having sex with Shelley in the 
basement."

She nodded slowly.  "Jimmy said he did.  That's how the principal found
out."

"Do you want Tom bragging that Nell Heath sucked his cock?"

Eyes enlarged, she bit her lip.  "Is that so bad?  Beth is bragging 
about it already."

"Beth?"

"Beth Harper.  She says she sucked his stuff twice in a closet in their
church.  I don't go to church, but I could use Jimmy's secret place."

"Why don't you ask Beth how it tastes?"

"I guess I could.  But you know, Grandpa, smells and tastes are hard to
tell of."

"Some people are better at it than others."

Her eyes twinkled.  "You didn't ask me how I knew what pee tastes like."

"I can guess."

She nodded.  "On my finger.  I was curious.  Weren't you ever curious?"

"Everybody is curious, honey."

"Then tell me how your come tastes."

He stared at her.  After a moment he chuckled.  "I'll admit -- to you
-- that I tasted it when I was only a little older than you.  I can 
remember it wasn't at all unpleasant and being surprised at how little 
flavor it had.  I expected it to taste like milk."

"It didn't?"

"Not at all."

"You never tasted anybody else's?"

"No, dear.  I much prefer women's juices."

"Do women make juice like men?"

"No, not like men.  But yes, they get juicy when they want sex."

"They do?  I don't."

"You're pushing.  Give yourself another year."

"Enough to stain their clothes?"

"What?  Not from sex juice.  It's a clear liquid."  He studied her 
guileless face and grinned slowly.  "Of course.  That's what all this 
is: pure curiosity."

She thought about it, grinned and shook her head.  "Not all of it, 
Grandpa.  I got a warm feeling in my middle when I sucked Jimmy's cock.
And when he sucked _me_, it was the best thing I ever felt."

His eyes narrowed.  "You said it hurt at the end."

"Well, yeah.  He kept on too long."

"Girls have told me the clit is too sensitive for sucking.  You should 
have him lick instead."

Her eyes fixed on his.  "Then you think it's all right, what we did."

"Oh god, Nell."  He looked away.  "What worries me is that you'll go too
far with it."

"Too far?  You mean with more boys?"

"Or throw your cherry away.  It still has value, even in today's world."
He chuckled sourly.  "I guess I'm just old-fashioned when it comes to my
own women."

"Am I one of your women, Grandpa?"

"That's how I count you."

"Thank you, Grandpa.  You're the greatest."

"Stick with Jimmy, Nell."

"If he'll speak to me again."

"Don't worry about that.  He'll get over his _tristitia_."

"Can I bring him here tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow is Saturday."

"He only lives a couple blocks up the street."

Colin shrugged.  "It's okay with me, though you really ought to ask your
mother."

"She'll probably be in bed with a hangover.  But we'll be quiet."

"Don't bring him too early."

"Okay.  We can try a way to fuck that won't break my cherry."

"You already have."

"No, I mean real fucking, not in the mouth.  Beth and Celia were talking
about it at recess."  She frowned.  "Why doesn't your book mention sex 
in the butt hole?"

The intercom on his side table beeped and the maid's amplified voice 
sounded.  "Suppertime, Mr. Redfield.  Nell, if you're in there, you come
too."

Colin pushed the button.  "Thank you, Morell.  We're on our way."

"Oh!" muttered Nell.  "I need to use the bathroom."  She slipped out of
his lap and vanished, leaving him with several concerns to mull as he 
carefully descended the hall stairs.


(Continued in Part 2)
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