Diana Butts - Ball in the family

Antonia, likewise, was sexually fascinated by her sprightly, graying grandfather and, like her brother, she tried to put the thought out of her mind, though she wasn't able to do so before her panties were quite damp.

Grandma and Grandpa were as charming they'd always been, and in fact the rest of the Roberts family found themselves not minding the enforced end of the incestuous activity quite as much as they had thought that they would. Still, Antonia and Jack, in particular, were getting pretty horny.

Jim liked to be with his granddaughter, and particularly to take walks with her. One day he suggested that they go for a stroll in the woods. He knew the woods pretty well from his previous visits, and Antonia saw he was leading them rather far from the beaten path. In fact, he was leading them to the deserted spot where she and Jack had put on their little exhibition not so long ago. The place had pleasant, sexy associations for her, and she felt her clit start to tingle.

"Let's play tag," Jim said. They had always done that on his past visits, and she knew how much he enjoyed it.

"Is it good for you to run around like that, Grandpa?" Antonia asked.

"Ha! I'm not ready for a wheelchair yet, you saucy filly," he said, and reached out and touched her. "You're it!"

She laughed and reached out quickly, but he was able to duck out of the way in time.

She chased him around, and was surprised at how fast he was, though she didn't run quite as fast as she might have. Finally, she tagged him, and he set out after her. She kept ducking around trees, but finally he was able to outguess her and after pretending to lunge one way, lunged the other so she ran straight into his arms.

He didn't just tag her and let go, though. He pressed her to him and she suddenly realized with a start that she could feel the hardness of his prick through her summer dress.

She looked at him wide eyed, and saw that those twinkling eyes of his were absolutely aflame with desire.

Well, if that was what he wanted, she was more than willing to deliver it, that was for sure. She closed her eyes and slightly opened her lips. The kiss Grandpa gave her was a very soft, gentle kiss but very thrilling, too. He knew how to press his lips very lightly against a woman's but somehow send a current of sexiness through them.

"Grandpa?" Antonia whispered, as he took his lips from hers.

"You don't mind an old man's foolishness, do you, child?" he asked. "You looked so pretty there that I just couldn't resist. In sixty years I guess I should have learned to control myself better."

It was interesting that he was making no pretence at all that his kiss had been just a grandfatherly show of affection.

"No, Grandpa, that's all right," Antonia whispered, a tremendous amount of tenderness for the old man welling up inside her. "Self control is only for those people who don't want to have any fun! And I'd love to have some fun with you!"

Saying this, she gently squeezed her grandfather's prick through the fabric of his pants.

That was all that it took for all the twinkles to come back in her grandfather's eyes. They had dulled for an instant when he had tried to hold himself back, but now the blaze of passion was there all the hotter. Jim pressed his crotch against his granddaughter's belly, showing off the tremendous stiffness of his rod.

Antonia was genuinely impressed. For a guy of sixty, he sure seemed pretty peppy.

Her dress zipped up the back, and she felt her grandfather take hold of the zipper and pull it down. Then he slid his hands up and down the smooth skin of her back.

"Hmmm," he said with a smile, as he worked his fingers under the bra-strap, "I didn't know that you young girls wore these things any more."

"I didn't want to shock you," she said.

"Well, c'mon, give an old boy a treat," he said stepping back. Her dress fell to the ground, and she stepped out of it. He plopped down onto the grass and gazed hungrily at her slender, feminine body.

Playfully, she posed around in front of him, holding her limbs in different positions and arching her back to make her bra-covered tits stand out. Then, she reached behind her, still arching her back, and unhooked her bra.

"You know," Grandpa said, "I'll never figure out how it is you ladies are able to get those things undone so easily, even though you have to reach behind your backs to do it. I've taken many a bra off of women in my lifetime, and I'm danged if I've ever gotten the hand of it."

"Woman power!" Antonia said with a smile. She was holding either end of the bra in her hands so that its cups still hid her luscious mounds.

Then she pulled it free, and her breasts jiggled against her chest.

"Wow, it's all I can do to keep from creaming right now," Jim said as he gazed in rapt admiration at the fine, firm spheres, with the dainty pink nipples. "Fraid my body won't be so pretty to look at."

"I'm sure your body is very nice, Grandpa," Antonia said. She tossed him her bra. He took it and pressed it against his face for an instant. There was a look in his eyes that seemed to say that after all these years he still couldn't believe how utterly wonderful women were.

Antonia really liked this little strip she was doing for her grandfather. She'd often thought in a vague sort of way that she might like to be a stripper some day.

"Do they make two-tone panties now," her randy grandfather chuckled, pointing his finger at her crotch. She didn't understand quite what it was he was talking about until she glanced down and saw how her pussy moisture had made a dark little circle.

"Grandpa," she said, "I'm beginning to think I must be some kind of a freak or something. Every guy who fucks me tells me what a soggy pussy I have!" She said this with a smile, though.

"You're not a freak, sweetheart," he said, "you're just one hell of a sexy girl. You wouldn't want to have a dry cunt would you?"

"Hell, no," she replied with a laugh. "To tell you the truth, Grandpa," she said, "I never feel more feminine than when my cunt is really wet!"

She hooked her thumbs into her panties and started to slide the things down, inch by inch. The tip of Jim's tongue slid out of his mouth, he was so excited by the sight.

When she had pulled the top of her panties down far enough to show just the barest top of her little pubic triangle, she said, "I don't know if should show my tender little twat to a naughty man like you."

She was just kidding, of course, and Jim knew it.

"Take those panties clown, you little minx, or I'll warm your cute little behind with the palm of my hand!"

The idea of getting a playful spanking from her grandfather sort of turned Antonia on. She'd heard about sexual spanking, and had always kind of wanted to try it.

"Well, I won't!" she said.

"Come here, young lady," her grandfather said, pretending to be stern. Antonia came tripping over like a bad little girl. Her clit was throbbing with anticipation.

Her grandfather would never have dreamed of spanking her if he had thought she didn't want to be spanked, but it was perfectly obvious from the way she was playing this little-girl role that she was eager to get a few swats on the behind.

Grandpa sat on a tree stump and pointed to his lap. Antonia gladly draped her slender body over it.

"You've been a bad girl," he said, "and I'm going to show you why you should try and be a good girl from now on." Then he pulled the panties the rest of the way down.

Jim sort of liked sexual spanking, and the sight of his granddaughter's sweet, young ass all exposed to him really made his prick throb. It was such a beautiful ass that he bent over and gave each buttock a tender kiss.

"Now!" he said, and brought the palm of his hand down on her right buttock. It wasn't a really hard blow but it did sting.