Part 2: Amy's Mom

It was strange for both of us in the days following Amy's revelation to me, her boyfriend and lover, that the man who had taken her virginity, her first lover, had been her grandfather.

William 'Jackrabbit' Johansson, now 67 years old, all 6'7" and 270 pounds of him, an engineer, ex university professor, inventor, entrepreneur and now mountain recluse, had been and still was the man she gave her body to willingly.

Before telling me about him, Amy and I had planned to go to Hawaii for the months of May, June and July, before returning to the mainland and going to her grandfather's hidden Cascade Mountains retreat for an August with her family. Now I knew that if we didn't go visit her Gramps as soon as school ended and resolve our issues our romance would be over.

It was hard for me, a man who had never had problems finding and seducing women, to face the fact that I had fallen hopelessly in love with a girl that I was going to have to share. But I also knew that if I didn't at least try, I'd regret it for the rest of my life.

We left at seven in the morning on the day after Amy's last exam, and hoped to make the 800+ mile trip in one day, arriving in Yakima sometime after dinner time. As we drove we were both quiet, each of us thinking our private thoughts. Finally, after hours of silence, she ventured a, "You're nervous Johnnie, aren't you?"

"Yeah love, a bit," I answered, a half grin on my lips.

"Me too," she whispered and then added, "A lot Johnnie..."

"But..."

"You're more experienced than me. I haven't slept with... God, I don't even know many men, I'm not like you or Gramps... Can't we just go to Hawaii now, can't we worry about all this later?" she pled.

"Are you willing to give him up, never sleep with him again," I asked hoping she'd say yes. "If so, we can turn around right now."

"But... I can't Johnnie... No I just can't."

"Well then, lets go face the monster," I said with false bravado, wanting as much as Amy to turn the car around.

We arrived in Yakima around nine, planning a night's sleep at her Mom's house before the final drive to the valley the next day. Her Mom wasn't getting back from Europe until later in the week so we had the house to ourselves and while we slept cuddled in each others arms that night we didn't make love, our nervousness kept us apart.

For three hours we drove the next morning, mostly on small, poorly kept, back roads, our only company the majestic snow tipped peaks that spread out around us. Finally Amy ordered, "Slow down, we have to turn in a sec. Yes there," she finished, a happiness in her voice I hadn't heard over the last two days, while pointing to an overgrown, muddy track.

"You sure?" I asked as we slowly inched up the almost impassable lane.

"Of course," she almost sang, her eyes sparkling in anticipation.

A quarter mile in we came to a small turnaround, where an old, black pickup sat forlornly parked, its dirt covered body making it look as if it hadn't been moved in months. "It's Grampa's," Amy said, and laughing added; "Now I get to see how my handsome surfer does climbing mountains."

We had parked at about three thousand feet and over the next two hours climbed another twelve hundred through dark and disorienting forest. Minutes into our trek I realized I was at the mercy of Amy, that I'd be lost in seconds without her.

The oppressive nature of the woods seemed to continually build as we walked, finally broken only when we topped a ridge and looked down into an impossible Shangri-La type valley that spread below us.

Amy heard my gasp as the panoramic view presented itself and smugly said, "So it's not so bad up here after all is it Mr. Island Man?"

"Its beautiful honey," I started, but knew that no words could adequately describe the pristine natural setting before me.

"See, there's Gramps place," she said, pointing at a cabin about a mile off, sitting proudly in a field of wildflowers between a little stone beach at the edge of the lake and the forest looming behind.

After minutes spent silently contemplating the vista we plunged down the slope and back into the dark woods, but knowing what lay ahead, I was as excited as Amy as we hurried forward. When we finally broke through the forest and into the open we were about two hundred feet down from the cabin and the first thing I saw was a giant of a man, slowly emerging naked from the lake, water streaming off his massive torso.

Amy put her hand in mine and was about to talk when I said, "I know sweetie, that's your Grampa."

He heard us when we were about forty feet away, and when he looked up in surprise and saw Amy his face exploded into happiness and he held his arms wide to accept her already running approach. I watched bemused as she took one splashing step in the water before launching herself into the old mans muscled arms.

They hugged joyfully, her tall 6'1" body easily cradled aloft by this massive man, and their lips hungrily arched together in lustful need. As I slowly neared them he put Amy back down and with an arm cradled possessively around her shoulder turned to me and with hand outstretched said almost dismissively, a soft growl in his throat, "So, you must be the Hawaiian boyfriend I've heard about."

Watching him, standing proudly in front of me, holding my love, his large penis already three quarters erect, puffing out his chest like a big stag protecting his does, I knew I couldn't back down now.

"Yes sir, you must be Gramps," I began, smiling and grasping his hand, "I'm Amy's husband, John Cooper, call me Johnnie..."

"You're already married?" he asked Amy, his surprise evident in his voice, his confidence shaken just for a second.

"Not yet Gramps, soon but... ," then she moved, and put one arm around each of us and pulled us together. "Now you two boys be good, I want my two men to get along."

'Sure' I thought sourly to myself, and saw the same thought flash angrily across Gramps face as Amy laid her head against my shoulder. "Ughhh, you stink Johnnie, I can smell half the forest on you," she complained. "C'mon, let's wash up," she ordered, as she quickly stripped the soiled clothes from her body.

As Gramps and I both looked on, drinking in her translucent white skin, her full, high breasts with their rosy firm tips, and her blond patch of pubic moss that just adorned but didn't hide her pink, inviting nether lips, both our cocks rose in unison, eager to pierce this woman we loved.

"C'mon Johnnie," she yelled splashing me, "Get in here. And Grampa, can you go get the bed?" she asked coyly, clearly wanting to relive the day her Grampa took her virginity in the field of flowers.

I thought I was having a heart attack when I innocently dove into the clear blue water, the cold hitting me like a kick in the groin. "Fuck, its fucking freezing," I screamed, scampering over the wet stones to escape the icy grip of the lake.

"Did you think you were in Hawaii sweetie, paddling on the Pipeline," Amy cooed at me, as she stood soaping herself. "Let me help you love," she offered, her foamy hands reaching for me.

"Jesus," I finally groaned, "How cold is that water anyway?" It was a beautiful sunny day in the valley, already in the mid-seventies in the early afternoon, and the coldness of the water had stunned me.

"Oh, probably in the high fifties," Gramps shouted down, his king sized bed already placed in the sun among the wild profusion of flowers sprouting everywhere.

Amy, standing behind me, her hard pointed nipples pressed into my back, and with her hands snaked around my waist and lightly soaping my now shriveled penis and balls, said to me, but loudly enough so even her Gramps could hear, "I don't think this little thing is going to able to do much today, Johnnie, he's gone into hiding."

"Ha, ha sweetie, you're very funny," I answered, and then lifted her and carried her shrieking in glee into the freezing depths. Gramps was holding a big towel for each of us as we dashed for shore, but Amy ignored hers as she ran laughing into the field of flowers.

As I toweled off and watched her dancing among the colorful natural mosaic, I suddenly realized that everything was OK, that I loved this girl so, so much, and that everything was fine, that I could share her with this man who also loved her, but who would never be a danger to our love.

She finally rushed back to us panting, a sprig of bright red flowers entwined in her long, blond, flowing hair. Quickly she twisted some flowers into my hair behind my ear and then laughing twisted two blue blooms into my pubic snarl.

Turning to go, Gramps mumbled, "Well, I better be..."

"Where do you think you're going?" demanded Amy, grabbing her Grampa's long shaft. "I've got some flowers for you to," she insisted, weaving flowers into her Gramps thick mat of graying chest hair. "Besides I don't think Johnnies quite ready yet," she teased, her fingers fondling my still recovering shaft.

Winking at me, Gramps, his sudden acceptance of me clear and with his hand cupping Amy's mound, said to her chuckling, "Oh I don't think Johnnie will have any problem filling your hot little pussy, granddaughter, in fact I think the two of us just might fill you completely today."

Lifting her easily, blood already starting to course through my manhood, and quickly growing longer and fatter, I carried Amy, giggling now, to the bed, her Grampa's hard shaft held firmly in her hand.

After setting her gently down, I kissed her deeply, passionately, and then turning to Gramps, bowed and said, "Age before youth Sir, just don't tire the poor girl out too much."

"Thank you Johnnie," he answered smiling, his long pole pulsing in the air. Grabbing her under both thighs he first lifted and spread her, and then pulled her now distended pink slit towards him just as he thrust forward and buried himself fully.

"Awwwwww,... Oh Fuck Grampa," she yelled, impaled under her Grampa's huge body, her shriek going out to the surrounding mountains and echoing eerily back to us.

They ignored me as they fucked, each of his deep, long thrusts met by her eager hips, their grunts and moans rising in a crescendo of noise that finally culminated in a flood of their juices. Quickly he turned her and still hard, entered her blazing gash from behind, drawing a squeal of delight and an "Ohhh Grammmpa' from deep within her.

"Suck Johnnie honey, suck his big cock Amy" he ordered, simply lifting her up as he rammed into her, and turned her so her already lapping tongue was brought to my now straining python.

I felt his movements as each of his thrusts forced more of my fat prick into her gaping mouth, and as he pulled back she'd run her wet tongue over me before she was forced again and again to swallow me fully. Finally, exploding simultaneously, we both could feel the others spasms of release, each of our contractions followed by a discharge of thick strands of our cum.

When her Gramps finally released her, his cock slick with their juices and still looking ready for another round, Amy lay back on the bed, sperm oozing slowly from her cunt and dripping thickly from the corner of her mouth. "Fuck me Johnnie," she urged, "Fill me, please..."

She was already widely spread, and as I easily fit my thick slab into her, I could feel myself coated by both their sticky juices, but then immediately felt her cunt clench me, pulsing as I pistoned back and forth inside her.

She came twice more before I bathed her insides with my cream, her womb pulsing rhythmically as it tried to draw my fertile seed down into her core. Gramps and I each took her again before we all fell apart sated, our burning lusts momentarily assuaged...

Later I asked, "So, what's for dinner Gramps? Do you have enough food for the three of us?"

Minutes later, proudly naked, he was casting a fly onto the calm waters of the lake with an effortlessness that bespoke a lifetime of fishing and soon he had a 1 1⁄2 lb. trout dancing on the rocks at his feet. As he continued to fish Amy started a fire and then filled a skillet with sliced potatoes and onions. Gutting the first trout quickly, she impatiently waited for the second, already being played into shore by her Granddad. This resulting simple but tasty meal was ravenously devoured by the three of us, satisfying me more than any meal I had eaten since I had left Hawaii.

When Gramps said, "I guess it time to turn in now," at just after eight as the sun was setting, at what normally would be an unbelievably early hour for me, I found I was more than ready. After the day Amy and I had spent, waking early, the drive and then the long trek through the woods, the swim, the sex, the higher elevation, and the excitement, I found myself exhausted.

The bed was now back in the cabin (Gramps's admonition of 'It still gets cold up here at night Mr. Hawaii' was enough of a warning for me) and with the three of us lying naked, Amy keeping warm tucked between our two bodies, I was content to drift off into slumber.

"Hey, hey what do you think you're doing?" Amy whispered, nudging me with her elbow. "I didn't come all this way to end up listening to you snore."

"Jesus honey," I complained, "Tomorrow OK, I'm tired. Or see what Gramps has to offer," I finished, trying to roll away from the arousing feel of Amy's body.

With her fingers lightly caressing my balls, she bent and licked my right nipple and then said, "I want you and Gramps in me,... at the same time..."

I knew exactly what she craved; it was a fantasy she had whispered to me a week ago when we had been making love back in our Palo Alto apartment. When Amy had first told me about her Grandfather taking her virginity I had been both disgusted and aroused, and we had ended that conversation with a glorious, hard fuck.

It had only been in the days and weeks after her initial revelation that I had heard the full details of her six week sojourn two years ago with her sex starved grandfather in this hidden valley. He had fucked her eighteen year old body day after day, continually trying and showing his young granddaughter new positions, new techniques. The two were naked always, six weeks together without clothes.

He'd fuck her anywhere and at any time; while they swam, or while she worked by the fire, or as they rested on a trek in the hills. She found that she was as hungry, as lustful as he and often it was she who initiated their unrestrained, lustful coupling.

"He taught me how to take his penis into my mouth," she admitted one night, talking to me between greedy licks, "How to lick it and suck it and how to let it go deep into my throat, how to savor his seed as it slid down my throat. He made me swallow buckets of his cum," she said laughing, "God Johnnie, I love the taste of a man's creamy sauce."

Another night she told me that Grandpa had taken her other virgin hole — describing how he had painfully stuffed her ass despite her protests and how finally he had filled her with his hot cum, his finger buried in her pussy as he jerked spasmodically behind her. "Even that first time Johnnie," she told me, "I liked it, even forcibly bent over, even with the pain, he made me come."

Myself, I had never been a rear entry man; a pink, well lubricated vagina was what I loved and had always seemed a better choice to me. Oh, I had fucked girls in the ass before, but it had always been a minor part of my sex life and usually driven by my girl of the moment's desires, not mine.

In my months with Amy I had satisfied her anally more than once, but we both preferred penile/vaginal sex and so that was our main sexual method. But she had let me know that one of her main sexual fantasies was a double penetration, the feel of two giant cocks deep within her, and I knew as I lay in that cabin, with her hand grasping me and her Grampa now looming ominously on the other side of her, that she wouldn't sleep until she had experienced her fantasy.

She moved over me, her legs spread wide spanning my thighs, and slowly moved so that my now throbbing penis pushed insistently at her gate. Smiling, she slowly lowered herself so that we were locked in a greedy embrace; our nipples rubbing together, our tongues interlocked, and then she dropped onto my eager shaft, impaling herself fully, her only reaction a long groan.

"Grandpa... Grandpa," she suddenly urged, looking back impatiently over her shoulder, her hands going to her rear cheeks, pulling them apart, opening herself completely to him. "Please Grandpa, please," she insisted again, seconds before I felt him enter her. "Ahhhh,... ohhhh Shiiiiiiiiiiit,... oohhhhhhhhhh yesssssss," she wailed, now stuffed with close to twenty inches combined of our fat meat.

I could feel him through the thin membrane separating us as our large penises pumped furiously inside Amy, his testicles bumping mine on each thrust, her deep groans of pleasure spurring us on. Neither of us wanted to be the first to spurt, our male egos demanding we outlast the other. Finally, her body thrashing through its second orgasm we came together, flooding her with our cum...

I awoke the next morning late, alone in the big bed, but quickly spied Amy in the other room and for minutes just watched her silently, loving the way her beautiful body moved.

"Hi sleepy head," she said grinning, after finally noticing me, "I thought you'd never wake. Do you want a coffee?"

"Please," I said nodding.

As she handed me the cup, I let my other hand linger on her hip, holding her and tracing invisible circles on her skin. "I love you Amy, I love you so much," I began, but immediately she silenced me with a finger to my lips.

"It's you Johnnie," she quickly interjected, "You're everything I ever dreamed of, ever wanted. You let me... no, you trust me, my love, its... you accept me, my sweet lover," she finished, as tears of joy slipped from our eyes.