Grandpa's Girl Ch. 06

It had taken Wilf a solid hour before he had recovered enough to pull himself from the sofa and get some water. His legs had fallen asleep and so he had to slowly and awkwardly make his way to the kitchen, supporting his weight on the walls of the house as he went to prevent himself from toppling over. After reaching his destination he gulped down a whole pint of water in a matter of seconds and poured himself another before making his way back into the living room. Of course, it had been a long time since he had been pleasured by a woman, but based on how sexually active himself and Denise had been, even at their advancing ages, he was surprised by the effect Sophie's oral skills had on him. She had certainly learned a lot over the past couple of weeks and it gave Wilf a warm, tingly feeling knowing that he had provided her with a gentle guiding hand in her journey of sexual discovery.

He spent the next couple of hours relaxing on the sofa watching the darts on TV and even indulging himself by ordering a takeaway, the first he had gotten in a long time. Once the food arrived he tucked into his chicken biryani and naan bread, taking swigs of the beer he had ordered to come with his meal to replenish the lost energy that Sophie had sucked out of him. He had spent some time debating whether he should get a beer or not as it had been weeks since his last drink, but he ultimately decided that he could trust himself. It would only be one and nothing went better with an Indian meal than a nice hoppy IPA. After finishing his food and clearing away the empty containers, he enjoyed the rest of his evening by relaxing on the sofa, checking his phone before he went up to bed. He had left it on silent and when he looked he saw he had a message from Sophie. Opening up the text message, Wilfs wrinkled face lit up with happiness as he read her words.

"Hi Daddy, I just got home. I'm so happy I got to take care of you today and I can't wait to see you again soon. Love you xx."

Damn, she had used the 'L word.' It made sense, they had gotten very close over the past few weeks and had just shared their first kiss, but Wilf hoped she wasn't developing real feelings for him. As much as he found her attractive and enjoyed her company, he wouldn't be able to give her what she deserved, a life full of love with someone her own age. After thinking for a while, he decided he was probably overthinking it and tapped out a response.

"Hi baby girl, I've just about recovered from the amazing time you gave me earlier. I'm about to head up to bed to sleep, (you wore me out!) I can't wait to see you either, sleep well Sophie. Love you too xx."

He rewrote the message several times, but finally happy with the words he had chosen, he hit send and made his way up to bed. Stripping off his clothes and taking a seat on the bed, he talked to Denise's picture, telling her all about his day, how Melanie had nearly rumbled them and what a fun time he'd had with Sophie. "She's not as good with her mouth as you yet darling, but with a little practice, she might be some day," he said, smiling at her photo and laughing. "I hope I'll get to see you tonight," he confessed tenderly, picking up her photo, giving it a kiss and climbing under the covers. "Goodnight Denise," he mumbled sleepily as he closed his eyes, brain replaying the events of the day in his mind's eye. He was out cold in a matter of minutes.

Wilfs eyes opened and he realized that he was surrounded by a thick fog, so dense that he could barely see more than a couple of feet in front of him. Reaching out his hand in front of himself, he started to take small uncertain steps forwards, inching ahead, eyes and ears straining to see or hear anything that might indicate where he was. After a couple of minutes, he still hadn't come across anything, not a wall or object, not a change in the ground he was standing on, nothing. Just as he was starting to get scared, he heard something faint in the distance and instantly stopped in place, feet rooted to the ground. Tilting his head he listened intently. Had he imagined it or was there really something out there? Time stood still for a moment and then he heard it again. It was faint, incredibly faint, but he could tell it was coming from his left side and he started moving towards the noise, a mixture of confidence and trepidation making him take longer strides.

As he advanced the sound got louder and after a few seconds he managed to discern what it was. It was a woman moaning. Spurred on by the sound he broke out into a light jog, the sound getting louder and louder as he pushed deeper and deeper into the fog. It seemed to finally be getting thinner and he could actually make out the ground below him now, a grassy floor with occasional patches of dirt and as he continued to run forwards a huge structure loomed out from the fog. When he was a few meters away he finally realized where he was. He was outside the huge circus tent where he had been tormented with horrible visions, his guilt overwhelming him before Denise had arrived to save him from the nightmare.

The sky was no longer red, the bizarre mutated creatures replaced with everyday, boring old pigeons and everything seemed perfectly normal, other than the sounds of the increasingly loud moaning spilling out from the interior of the circus. Now that he was so close, he felt like he recognised those sounds. They were high pitched and needy, the sounds of a young woman who had given up control. It was when he heard her voice that he knew for certain who it was. "Pl... please, harder Mummy," came the voice, Sophie's voice.

Walking towards the entryway, Wilf stepped inside, eyes adjusting to the dim light inside the structure. There was a single spotlight illuminating the center of the space, the black metal four poster bed from his last dream illuminated for the gathered crowd to see. Surrounding the bed were rows and rows of seats filled with faceless onlookers, the very same chairs from the theater he had previously visited on one of his nighttime excursions. It was like all of his previous dreams were colliding into one, but he didn't even have time to contemplate that detail as his attention was solely taken up by the two women on the bed. Sophie was completely bare, naked and exposed, laying on her back, legs spread wide, sweat on her brow as she continued to moan desperately.

Denise was standing in front of her, dressed in a tight black corset and lace panties, stockings and suspenders making her legs look sleek and irresistible as she stood on tall black Stiletto heels. Her makeup was black and harsh, dark lipstick, angular eyebrows and a wicked smile upon her lips. Strapped around her waist was a belt that tied up under ass cheeks and pointing out from her crotch was a black rubber dildo. As Wilf looked on, another spotlight sprang into life, illuminating a single seat directly in front of the bed. It was clearly meant for him and he made his way forwards into the light to take his place. As he got comfortable, Wilf had a better view of the pleasure apparatus strapped around his wife's hips and realized that he recognised it. This wasn't just any synthetic phallus, it was a perfect recreation of his own penis and as he reeled from this discovery Denise lined it up with Sophie's soaked snatch.

The young woman looked over at him, eyes meeting those of her elderly lover as the toy pushed its way inside her, causing her eyes to roll back and a low moan to rumble up from her throat. Once the instrument of pleasure was buried to the hilt inside her, Denise gave Sophie a second to adjust before starting to thrust her hips back and forth, fucking the young woman roughly. The crowd cheered and clapped, hollering their approval as Sophie's chest rose and fell, squirming on the sheets and moaning with ecstasy as Denise fucked her expertly. There was no denying who was in control and Sophie knew this, but she had no intention of complaining, nor did she want this to stop as she felt herself invaded over and over by the strap-on shaped just like Wilfs own member.

It didn't take long for her first orgasm to hit as her body quaked and trembled with euphoria, eyes fluttering as she screamed through gritted teeth. Denise wasn't stopping, in fact she only went faster, pounding Sophie harder and harder, the crowd drowning out the sounds of the young girl's juicy pussy being stretched out repeatedly. A second orgasm overtook Sophie, quickly followed by a third and as she begged Denise for some reprieve, the assembled crowd finally started to quieten down. By the time Denise stopped her thrusting, still buried deep inside Sophie, you could hear a pin drop inside the tent as every pair of eyes inside stared intently, unwilling to blink in fear of missing something.

Sophie's voice was fractured and wavering, still shuddering from the aftershocks of Denise's Sapphic pounding as she continued to moan quietly. She whispered softly, "Thank you M... Mummy, but... I can't take any more."

Denise smiled softly, a mixture of pride and lustful satisfaction spreading across her face. "That's ok Sophie," she answered, leaning down to kiss her softly, "You were so good for Mummy."

"Thank you," Sophie whispered in response, body finally relaxing back into the bed, breathing heavily as she recovered from the thorough pounding she had received, one final moan escaping her lips as she felt the black dildo sliding out of her used hole. She felt empty without it inside her now, but her heart was full, her head warm and fuzzy and she quickly passed out with a huge satsifed grin on her face.

The room was still deathly silent, Wilf continuing to watch as his late wife turned to look at him. The plastic impression of his phallus swinging gently from Denise's hips, Sophie's creamy juices covering it from tip to base as strands of wetness slowly dropped down to the floor below. Running her finger along the black plastic to scoop up some of Sophie's essence, Densie brought it up to her lips and sucked it into her hungry mouth, a look of intense satisfaction overtaking her. "Mmm, delicious," she muttered softly to herself, before turning her attention to Wilf. Stepping towards him, the room around them slowly faded away into the encroaching fog which had started to billow into the tent. The fog could not overtake Wilfs wife however and her clothes and the strap on both fell from her body until she was totally naked. The whole space was now bathed in a heavenly white light emanating from behind her and as she walked, a lightweight red gown began to appear on her body, tied up loosely at the waist. By the time she reached her husband, there was no indication of the depraved acts she had been engaging in just a few moments earlier, the vision of a perfect, loving wife, rather than a dominating mistress of seduction.

Leaning down towards him, she lifted her husband's chin with an extended index finger so that their eyes would meet. Wilf's heart exploded with love as their gazes met and he wanted so desperately to kiss her, but from the look on her face, he knew she had something important to say. She spoke in barely a whisper, each word laced with a serious intensity that he rarely heard from her. "Listen to me Wilfred, be careful, you and Sophie are in danger." Wilf was shocked by her words, but before he had the chance to ask any questions, to get more detail, the veil of sleep started to lift and his eyes opened slowly. He was back in his bed, wide awake with a sense of foreboding running through his body at his late wife's words. What had she meant? What kind of danger? As he climbed out of bed, he debated whether he needed to take this supposed risk seriously or chalk it up as some bizarre dream that ultimately meant nothing.

As he stood at the bathroom mirror brushing his teeth and looking at his own reflection, he continued to ponder what to do. All of his dreams with Denise up until now had felt so real, so tangible, visceral, and undeniable. He didn't believe in god, but it certainly felt like Denise had been visiting him, to guide him and support him as he embarked on this new relationship with Sophie. By the time he was standing in front of the kettle watching it slowly boil, he had reached a decision. He needed to listen to her. Ultimately, if it was nothing, no harm would be done, but if she was right and he ignored it, there could be a lot of problems in the future for himself and Sophie. Taking a seat in the living room he considered the potential danger they could face. If anyone found out, it could be catastrophic for them both, but especially for him. With such a massive age gap, many would assume he had taken advantage of Sophie, that he was some sick old pervert that had preyed on a young, vulnerable girl. He would never see her again, that was for sure, but even worse than that, he could lose his family, his reputation, and his sense of self-respect. With how much he had struggled mentally since the loss of Denise, a setback like that could ultimately spell the end for him, one way or another.

Trying to push these thoughts from his mind, he read the newspaper and drank his tea, concentrating on his breathing and trying to calm down. Now that he had been warned, he would at least be prepared for whatever was to come, but the anxiety of the situation was still hard to handle. He virtually jumped out of his chair when his phone started ringing, hand clutched to his chest as he took a deep breath before answering the call. It was Melanie, he could hear the sound of traffic in the background, presumably she was driving and had him on speaker phone. Glancing at the time, Wilf guessed that she was probably on her way back from the school run and as he did his best to try and sound composed, he greeted his only child.

"Morning buttercup," he said sweetly, "how are you doing?"

"I'm good thanks Dad," Melanie replied, clearly a little distracted as she tried to concentrate on driving at the same time, "I just wanted to give you a quick ring to let you know I was going to drop by, is that okay?"

"That's fine sweetie, I only just woke up, but I think I'm up to it!" he joked amiably. "Shall I stick the kettle on?"

"Please do," Melanie answered, "could you make me a coffee please, a strong one? It's been a rough morning so far."

"Of course, one strong coffee coming right up!"

"Thanks Dad, I'll be with you in a few minutes, love you!"

"Love you too!" Wilf replied before hanging up. He didn't have long until she arrived, scanning the room to check everything was in order. Everything seemed to be fine but then he remembered that the schoolgirl outfit was still in the washing machine from the day before and he quickly scrambled into the Kitchen. It was unlikely that Melanie would notice it, but he couldn't take the risk, it would lead to far too many questions. Quickly filling the kettle and turning it on, he pulled out the small slutty garments, cock throbbing a little as he saw his cum stains covering them, before heading upstairs to put them in the washing basket in his bedroom. There was no chance that Melanie would find them in here and with a sigh of relief, he headed back downstairs to wait for the kettle to boil.

Melanie's timing was perfect as he heard her key sliding into the lock just as he was walking back to the living room with her mug of piping hot java in hand. They smiled warmly at each other as Melanie entered the hallway, sharing a tender hug before making their way to the sofa to take a seat. Handing Melanie her coffee, she blew on it softly as steam billowed up into the air, Wilf taking a sip of his own cuppa which was now lukewarm but still drinkable. "So, to what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?" Wilf asked happily.

"Well, it's been a rough morning, Darcey is sick and the doctors don't have an appointment until Saturday morning. I was up for most of the night with her and then had to take the other kids to school. I'm exhausted," she commiserated as Wilf rubbed her arm comfortingly.

"Is there anything I can do?" Wilf asked in a concerned tone, causing Melanie to smile appreciatively at him.

"Actually, there is, like I said, we can't get into the doctors until Saturday morning, which means there isn't anyone to take Tommy to his football game, so I was wondering if you would mind taking him for me?"

"I'd love that!" Wilf replied excitedly, "nothing better than spending time with my grandson!" Melanie smiled widely, leaning over to give him a massive hug, squeezing him tightly.

"Thanks Dad," she whispered softly, "I really appreciate it. I can drop him off here at about 9:00 and then you can walk over to the game, does that sound ok?"

"Perfect!" Wilf replied. "Do you want me to sort us out some lunch after the game too?"

"That would be awesome Dad," Melanie answered, beaming widely, her eyes glinting with gratitude and love, "he'll love getting to spend some quality time with you."

"Then it sounds like we have a plan, how about you pick him at about two then?" Melanie agreed happily before Wilfred excused himself so that he could head to the restroom. This was certainly a nice surprise, it had been a while since himself and Tommy had spent some time together, just the two of them and being able to see his grandson on the pitch again would be a blast. He also couldn't help but wonder if Sophie would be in attendance again and he smiled to himself contentedly as he pulled out his flaccid cock so he could relieve himself.

Downstairs, Melanie pulled out her phone to check her messages, tapping out a response to a friend before her mobile slipped through her fingers and fell to the carpeted floor. "Damn it," she muttered to herself as she spread her legs open so she could see where it had fallen, "Why am I such a butterfingers?" It wasn't anywhere in sight and she quickly realized that it must have bounced under the sofa. Rolling her eyes with frustration, she got down on all fours and started to reach underneath the comfortable piece of furniture, swinging her arm back and forth to try and reach it. She was surprised when she felt some kind of soft fabric on her fingers, a quizzical look on her face. What could it possibly be? She grabbed hold of it and continued to push her arm deeper, straining to reach as far as she could until finally her fingers found the phone, grasping onto it and pulling her arm out with a satisfied sigh of relief. That relief quickly changed to shock and horror as she saw what else she had found under the sofa.

At this exact moment, Wilf walked back into the room, bladder freshly drained, with no idea of what he was about to walk in on. "Sorry about that buttercu..." His jaw went slack as he looked at his daughter, on her knees on the carpet, a look of confusion and anger on her face as she held Sophie's white cotton panties in her hand. Panic ran through every inch of Wilf's body. This is what Denise had warned him about, this was the danger. He was seconds away from being exposed, from being accused of being a dirty old man, a sicko, a depraved pervert. The look on Melanie's face was stern, demanding answers as Wilf could almost see her brain ticking over, trying to process what she had found.

"These aren't mums..." she muttered accusingly, eyes darting between the underwear and her father as she stood up from the floor. "They're too small, who do they belong to dad?" she asked firmly, stepping closer to him as her face contorted with multiple emotions in a matter of seconds. Hurt and anger, confusion and betrayal, sadness and fearful expectation.

Wilf sighed heavily, he needed time to think, how was he possibly going to explain this? "Please, sit down Buttercup and I'll tell you everything," he said as he reached out to take his daughter's hand. She withdrew from him, which felt like being stabbed in the heart as far as Wilf was concerned. He should hardly be surprised, Melanie had just found another woman's underwear in his house mere months after her mothers passing, but it still hurt him more than he could put into words. Composing himself, Wilf took a seat and gestured for her to sit next to him. After thinking for a moment, she did, albeit begrudgingly, putting the panties down on the coffee table before turning to face her father, crossing her arms, eyes burning with anger, clearly waiting for an explanation.