Only five days ago, my eighteen-year-old granddaughter, Kelly, fondled my dick under the kitchen table with her feet. She'd overheard her mother, Amy, and I talking and learned that the two of us had engaged in oral sex. Kelly briefly hinted that she was looking forward to being a recipient of my expertise. I'd be a fool not to want to go down on a woman as gorgeous as Kelly. A very curvy 5'11'', Kelly was a clone of her mother. Her hair was curly, almost black with shades of auburn and brown, and fell to the tops of her shoulders. With her full, dark eyebrows and eyes that changed color depending on her mood, she was an absolute knockout.
So the number of lascivious thoughts that raced through my mind when Kelly showed up in my driveway with three of her girlfriends in tow the following Saturday afternoon wasn't surprising. They'd driven the fifty miles from Kelly's house to mine for an overnight getaway. They were all graduating from high school next week and wanted to have a slumber party at my house. I think my indoor/outdoor swimming pool was the main attraction.
"Hi, Gramps," Kelly said, the sunlight making her eyes sparkle, revealing just a hint of green. "These are my friends Marci, Sara, and Greta. I think you met Marci and Sara before, but I don't think you've met Greta. She's a foreign exchange student from Germany. Thanks a lot for letting us party here. We've been looking forward to it all week."
As my granddaughter introduced her three friends, I could barely keep myself from drooling. At about five-six, Marci was the shortest with short brown hair that framed her pretty oval face, which did look a little familiar. Her big brown eyes gave her an innocent look that didn't match her body at all. She wore blue shorts so short they'd expose most of her ass cheeks if she bent over. Her tits spilled out on three sides of her skimpy yellow halter-top and her large nipples were clearly visible through the thin material.
I knew Sara from watching her play center on the girl's basketball team. She was over six feet tall and I'd always assumed her breasts were on the small side. But now...wow! She must have used duck tape to hold them down when she played, because she was spectacular. A thin green T-shirt being the only covering, her breasts looked like they had a life of their own. When she moved, her boobs moved too, but in different directions, neither one caring what the other one was doing. He low-riding jeans exposed the top of her perfect ass where she had a 4x1 inch tattoo just above her ass crack that looked like an elongated star.
Greta was the kind of girl all men dream about-long blonde hair braided into a ponytail, blue eyes, ruby red lips, and even, white teeth that were constantly on display, because of her ear to ear grin. Her near-perfect posture forced her oversized tits to strain against the two small orange triangles of her bikini top, which did absolutely nothing to hide what was beneath. The matching bikini bottoms were so thin you could make out the texture of her pubic hair. She may have only been a young girl of eighteen, but to me, she looked like a fully-grown woman.
"Great . . . enjoy yourselves," I said. "I've only got a couple of rules, girls. First, don't go in the pool unless someone else is watching. And two, no swimming suits allowed."
All four sets of eyes got as big as saucers and their shocked expressions were comical.
Before they could respond, I laughed and said, "Just kidding, you can wear either tops or bottoms, but not both."
"Well, that's a whole lot different, Gramps," Kelly teased, rolling her eyes. "We'd all go nude, but at your age you're likely to have a heart attack if you're surrounded by four gorgeous naked women." As Kelly led them off toward the pool, she said, "Come on girls, let's steal his beer and hit the pool. Just watch your backsides, he's a dirty old man."
I went into the house and when I got to the kitchen, the phone was ringing.
"Hi, Dad," said my favorite son, Grant. He's my only son, so of course he's my favorite. "I just wanted to let you know that Kelly and her friends should be arriving any minute now."
"They're already here."
"Good, take care of them and don't let them give you any shit, okay? One other thing, I'm pissed off at you. You've made me look bad with Amy. She told me she'd never had anybody eat her out like you did. Every night this week, she's been giving me lessons and my tongue and jaw are ready to fall off. Thanks for nothing, you old fart."
"I'm truly sorry, Grant. It was really an accident. I swear."
"I know it was, Dad, and I'm just kidding. If I'm going to be a cuckold, I'm glad it's by my own father. Really, it was probably a good thing. I haven't been taking very good care of her lately. Next week, after Kelly's graduation ceremony, do you want to play golf again?
"I'll call you in the middle of the week and let you know. I'd better go make sure your underage daughter doesn't raid my liquor supply and drink me out of house and home. Take care of yourself."
When I turned from hanging the phone up, Kelly was standing behind me.
"I'll trade you," Kelly said, holding out her car keys. "The keys to the car for the key to the liquor cabinet. We'll drink this afternoon and tonight, but without car keys we can't go anywhere until we sober up tomorrow. How about it? Do we have a deal?"
"Well . . . I'm not sure . . . the drinking age is still twenty-one. I don't want to get involved in contributing to the delinquency of a minor."
"We're not minors. We're all eighteen and we can vote. Please . . . I'll do something special for you if you say yes."
When I arched my eyebrows, she pulled the bottom of her bikini halter up and over her very mature looking breasts.
Kelly may have been an exact clone of her mother, but her tits were firmer and rode a little bit higher up on her chest. She let go of her top and put her hands behind her head. The top was partially covering her boobs until she leaned back and without moving her head, made her breasts shimmy.
