"Im so glad I got hold of you Sweetie!" my gran's voice sounded panicked down the phone.
I sat up in bed and winced at the pain in my head and the sudden feeling of nausea. It took a split second to promise myself never to drink that amount of tequila again. But what is the weekend after your 19th birthday for other than to drink and then drink some more?!
"Whats up Grandma?" I mumbled. It was not unusual for my Gran to sound panicked, that was her general tone these days since Grandpa's operation.
"Jessica, the hospital has given me the wrong medication for your Grandpa," she flustered, "could you do me a massive favour and change them for me?"
I knew this would involve a long drive to the hospital, which my current alcohol level was not legally fit for, and a long drawn out process of re-ordering and messing around with medication I had no idea about. I explained this to Gran.
"Well could you come and sit with your Grandpa while I go?" she suggested. "I don't like leaving him on his own. He is out for the count on his morning meds but...you know...I feel like I shouldn't leave him."
Reluctantly I agreed. It was only a short walk to their house and after a quick shower I felt almost human again anyway. My head still pounded as I made the ten minute walk to my grandparent's house, snuggling deep in to my winter coat as I trudged along. Gran was hovering at the window as I rounded the corner of their small, quaint street.
"I'm sorry!" she apologised as she opened the door, "I know you aren't feeling great but I have to get this sorted before the snow comes or..."
The rest of what she said faded as she jumped in to her old Ford Escort and shut the door. I couldn't help but smile as I waved her off and she mouthed through the window that she would be back as soon as possible. Regardless, this meant at least a two hour round trip.
I stepped in to the house and shut the door behind me. It was toasty and snug in the little house and I headed for the kitchen to make myself a coffee, last night's events beginning to turn over in my mind. I remember the start of the tequila contest at the club and the dashing barman who had taken a liking to me.
As I relaxed in to a kitchen chair by the huge warm Aga I smiled as I recalled how his beautifully long and talented fingers had slipped down my panties as I supped shots at the bar. No one had noticed; he was probably an expert at sneakily fingering women whilst working. But, wow, even the thought of how he had curled his fingers inside was making my fresh panties wet. Almost without thinking I slipped my hand to between my legs and gently rubbed the denim material of my jeans at the most sensitive spot. A small sigh escaped me as I closed my eyes.
I had been furious with my friend, Kim, for drinking too much and requiring an escort home when I had already been asked to stay after hours by Mr. Bartender. But no, little Miss Drinkalot had done her usual trick of overdoing the alcohol so I had had to leave with her, hold her hair back as she puked in the street and stroke her barely conscious head as she fell asleep on my lap in the taxi.
My stroking was becoming more intense as I imagined that Mr. Barman would have had the most amazing oral technique and a big throbbing cock to satisfy me with. Then I heard a moaning sound that hadn't come from me. I sat bolt upright and my heart raced before I realised it had come from the front room which the family had made in to a makeshift bedroom for Grandpa while he was recovering. I quietly walked through to check on him and found him moaning in his sleep. I felt a rush of love for him, he must be in terrible pain and the thought of him suffering was awful.
I went to pull his duvet back over him to keep him warm. He turned just as I had finished tucking him in and moaned again, pushing the duvet off and rolling on to his side, mumbling something about being too warm all the time. I smiled and decided to leave the grumpy old git to get himself comfy. Then I noticed he had grabbed himself, the sheets half covering his stroking motions. My first reaction was one of disdain; seeing my own Grandpa wanking himself in his sleep was something I had never wanted to experience! But something inside me was curious (and probably still horny after my short-lived stroking session in the kitchen) and I turned back towards his bed. I scanned his face to deduce whether he actually was asleep, or just had his eyes closed in the pleasurable sanctity of his masturbation.
As disgusted with myself as I was I wanted to see it...just take a peek under the cover... just for curiosity...
As I moved closer to the bed he moaned a little more but his eyes remained closed and relaxed. I knelt on the bed and edged on my knees towards him, my hand tentatively reaching out for the clean, crisp cover and pulling it back to see him stroking himself. I took a sharp breath in when I saw the size of his erection, his hand drawing it back and forth rhythmically. Oh wow, grandpa! I almost chuckled but stopped myself as I didn't want to wake him. But I couldn't look away! His huge dick grew even bigger as he gently tugged at it, his moans growing and fading as he proceeded.
Fascinated, I gently lay down next to him, my elbow on the pillow propping my head up so I could still see his masturbation. I noted how thick his old shaft was, the veins popping up all over and I licked my lips subconsciously, imagining running my tongue over it. I was disgusted that I had not left him alone to enjoy himself, and that I felt compelled to watch my own Grandpa wank himself off in his sleep, but most of all I was disgusted that my panties were soaking from the pleasure of watching it. I slipped my hand down my jeans and in to my panties...'just cum quickly and leave him alone', I told myself as I felt exactly how wet my pussy was. My finger tip glided silkily over my clit, sending a shudder through my body and a moan passed my lips. I stroked my pussy gently to the exact rhythm that he was stroking his cock and my mind merged the actions in to imagining his big, pulsing Grandpa dick rubbing at my wet slit.
I needed to get better access, I needed my fingers inside me, so I popped open the buttons of my jeans and pushed them down over my hips and to my thighs, spreading my legs a little wider. I stroked my exposed pussy for a while, rocking my hips and allowing myself the occasional sigh of pleasure. Then I watched Grandpa's stroking action and slowly inserted a wet finger inside myself as he pumped his fist forward.
"Oh Grandpa!" I sighed.
In my head I imagined his big, pink cock sliding in to me, how naughty and taboo it would feel psychologically and how good it was bound to feel physically. I froze as he turned towards me but he remained asleep, his hand still stroking himself, his fuzzy chest hair suddenly became a massive turn on for me. I bit my lip as I considered making another dangerous move, and as I slipped my finger in and out of my oh-so-juicy pussy, I made up my mind. I removed my fingers from my warm, wet tunnel and reached nervously for Grandpa's idle hand. He flinched slightly as I made contact with his skin but nothing more than that small reaction and so I slowly, carefully pulled his hand towards my crotch, spreading my legs as wide as I could and pushing his finger inside me. Of course he didn't know he was fingering his grand daughter but he automatically began to slip his digit in and out of me, probably dreaming of his youth, in the back seat of his car or the cinema with his young girlfriend.
"Oh my god!" I whispered as Grandpa's finger delved deeper in to me, easily touching the spot that so many men seem to have difficulty finding even when they are aware of its existence, drawing his finger out and, to my surprised pleasure, adding a second finger to his efforts. With both fingers buried in me he massaged that special place inside. I didn't even notice when he stopped wanking himself, but when he whispered in his sleep I knew he was close to waking up. I didn't care at that point, it felt too good, I just prayed that he would stay asleep long enough for me to cum on his enthusiastic old fingers. My prayers were not answered in that way though. As I writhed around on his very able hand I saw his eyes flicker open...
"Jessica, what...?" he stuttered and moved to take his hand away, but I grabbed his wrist and held him firmly.
"Please don't stop Grandpa," I whispered, keeping his eye contact the whole time. I moved my hips slowly on his fingers.
I have no idea what was racing through his mind during the next ten seconds. He had woken up from a highly medicated sleep to find himself finger fucking his grand daughter's teenage pussy...and I was enjoying it...
I saw his eyes dart from my gaze and down to my pussy, confusion reigned true for sure, he didn't say a word but gradually he commenced his hand movement. I pushed my jeans down to my ankles and kicked them off, allowing my legs to spread wide. Grandpa hesitated and fumbled but I shook my head gently.
"Please," I begged him quietly.
Grandpa slowly pushed his fingers deep inside me as though he was searching for an answer in there but as I moaned and raised my hips he rolled his eyes as if asking someone to forgive him and then he stopped searching for an answer. His fingers twisted inside me, now actively finding hidden pleasures I didn't even know existed.
"Oh Jesus!" he groaned as I lifted my sweater up and dragged it over my head. His eyes travelled all over my body as his fingers worked my pussy like no man had ever done before. "Oh Jesus, show me, Sweetheart." He gestured with his eyes towards my bra. I almost squirted on his hand at his request but I held back as I reached around to unfasten the clasp. My breasts tumbled out of their cotton confines, my nipples already fully erect and straining with pleasure. I wanted him to suck on them, I wanted his old, grandpa mouth to suckle my tits.
"Do it Grandpa!" I begged.
Again, he kept eye contact the whole time, maybe looking for a small sign that I wanted him to stop, that he had reached his allowed limit of incest; but I wanted this. My whole body tensed as he enveloped my right nipple with his lips...as I had suspected he was well versed in the art of oral stimulation. His lips and tongue and teeth took full control of each of my teenage breasts in turn until he was moaning on to my pale skin, his body inching closer to mine, his eye contact lost in his indulgence.
I felt his chest hair tickle my side as he closed the gap between us and then his slightly bulging belly touched my thigh. How could this be such a turn on? I didn't understand, but I didn't care. His mouth felt good and his fingers felt even better, working my dripping pussy with the ease of a man with many years experience.
Grandpa regained eye contact with me as he slowly took his mouth away from my heaving tits and ran his tongue over my belly. I knew he was waiting for me to stop him but he would be waiting a long time...
"Yes Grandpa!" I whispered as he pushed himself further down the bed, his left arm encircling my right thigh, his right hand withdrawing from my juices and spreading my labia with his nimble fingers. Then I felt his breath, hot and steady, so close to my pussy. I tried to push my hips forward, wanting his mouth on me like a starving kitten wants to lap at some fresh cream, but he gripped my thigh tighter and kept me down.
"I need to smell you," he grunted, running his nose along the inside of my thigh, then across my spread opening and down the other thigh. He inhaled deeply like a user snorting cocaine, his nose slightly grazing my hard little clit. "You smell so young Jessica!" he said calmly before lowering his mouth and beginning the most amazing oral stimulation I had ever experienced. He swirled, sucked, licked and kissed at every perfect moment, allowing me to lift my hips up to meet his actions only when he knew it would be for the benefit of my pleasure.
I watched him the whole time, the excitement at the sight of my old Grandpa eating my young cunt like a pro sending relentless streams of pleasure to my brain. I saw his face become shiny with my juices, his tongue taking its time to travel the length of my slit, sliding over my fully aroused clit with ease.
"Oh Grandpa!" I moaned as his fingers re-joined the party, two then three fucking me slowly and thoroughly. "Im going to cum Grandpa!" I whimpered as I felt my legs begin to tremble.
"Is that what you want Jessica?" he continued his work with his fingers but looked up at me and spoke in a calm and erotic tone.
I knew my brain was torn but my mouth took precedence and spoke for me.
"I want you to put your cock in me Grandpa!" I was almost begging, something I had never done, never had to do, my hands reaching down to encourage him back up my body. This was the most primal I had ever felt in my life, forget anger or fear or any other emotion, THIS was the instinct that had seen humans through the years, the desperate need to fuck!
Grandpa remained almost calm as he kissed his way up my body, smothering my tits with sucks and licks...the smell of my juices on his breath took me deeper in to primal territory, the smell of sex, of arousal. His fingers were still buried in my trembling cunt as he sat back on his knees and lifted my hips so my thigh were over his and wrapped around his body.
"Can you see?" he asked, lifting my hips up so my pussy was in full view.
"Yes!" I breathed as he firmly took his huge erection in his hand and began to rub the head up and down my slit, using my juices to coat his cock head.
He stopped, looked up at me and shook his head.
"Are you sure-?"
"Yes!" I held his gaze and nodded.
"You are a bad girl Jessica," he frowned as he eased the swollen head in to me, again remaining eye to eye with me...until he pushed further and then his eyes lost their focus and were filled with pure, unadulterated pleasure. "Oh Jesus!" he eased in so slowly that it was like painful ecstasy for both of us.
I had never had anything as near as big as Grandpa's straining cock inside me before and I felt my pussy stretch with every inch. There was pain there but that was completely overruled by the pure exquisiteness of being filled completely, and by the disgraceful knowledge that it was my Grandfather fucking me which just made me even more aroused.
Finally I felt Grandpa's balls against my buttocks and he gripped my hips tighter. Then he began fucking me, like no one had ever fucked me before. It was hard but sensual, thorough but easy to enjoy. I lifted my hips for a better view of what the old man was doing to me which increased my lust.
"Tell me I am bad girl Grandpa!" I spoke without thinking, almost shocked at my own request.
"Oh Jessica," he fixed me with a firm, authoritative gaze as he thrust in to me, "you are indeed a very bad girl!"
His voice and his words seared through my already charged brain as he filled me again and again with his experienced old cock.
"Yes Grandpa! Yes!" I encouraged him as I saw the sweat appear on his wrinkled brow. "Fuck my pussy, Grandpa!"
It was only a matter of minutes before I felt the onset of a huge orgasm begin deep in my belly. I looked up at his sweat beaded face and repeatedly told him to fuck me hard, make me cum, even though I knew this was his intention, I had to tell him, encourage him...
"I'm going to cum!" I growled with that primal intensity.
"Come on, Sweetheart," he pushed harder in to me, "Cum for Grandpa!"
That was all it took to send me over the edge. My lust rose and my pussy creamed all over his thrusting dick as I cried out with pleasure.
"Bad girl," Grandpa spoke soothingly as I shook and trembled my way to the end of my orgasm, "Bad, bad girl."
Neither of us spoke for a good minute or so. Grandpa remained hard and deep inside me but didn't move other than to wipe his brow. I couldn't read his expression but he looked neither happy nor wracked with guilt.
I eventually reached down and touched his arm.
"Now its your turn Grandpa," I told him gently, sliding up off his cock and kneeling up just inches away from him, the heat of his body pulsated through his skin.
"Jessica," he shook his head, "you don't have to..."
I leaned in and kissed him hard and deep, my tongue searching his mouth before he even had time to respond. But when he did his kiss was full of vigour and passion. My hand reached down to gently take his erect cock and I slowly stroked him until he was moaning in to my mouth.
Before he could say or do anything I pulled away from the kiss and lowered my head to take him in my more than willing mouth. While my mouth entertained his manhood I gently pushed him back until he was lying down and I worked my way on to all fours.
"Oh dear Lord!" he moaned as I took him as deep as I thought I could.
He tasted so fucking good, he felt so fucking good filling my mouth. I sucked and licked and probed his shaft and head with my tongue, wanting to find every little place which gave him pleasure. Then his hand was on my head and his voice was rugged.
"Just like that Jessica," he instructed, pushing deep in to my mouth, making me gag slightly. I didn't care, I took it, then I took it further, relaxing my throat and gripping his shaft deep in my neck. He began to moan and pant like an animal controlled by lust... "Sweetheart, oh Jessica, I'm going to cum!"
I knew he was telling me this as a warning, giving me a chance to take him out of my mouth but I wanted to taste him. I was hungry to milk him in to my mouth and take his cum deep in my body...I took him with everything I had and smiled inwardly as he re-enforced his grip on my head with his other hand and, lifting his hips, began to fuck my throat at his perfect pace.
"Yes!" he cried out at the same time I felt the first shot of salty, sour juice hit the back of my throat. He held me where he wanted me and milked his way through his massive orgasm in to my mouth. His cum was plentiful, hot and delicious. I swallowed and savoured it as his old body fell limp on the bed, but his voice still holding notes of blissful climax.
Eventually I sat up between his legs and ran my hand up his body, pressing myself up against him, but not too much. I almost felt like purring I felt so satisfied as his fuzzy chest hair and his slightly flabby belly tickled my nipples and stomach. He looked up at me with, again, an unreadable expression. I giggled and bent my head to kiss him.
"Thank you Grandpa!" I smiled, still basking in the moment, not even thinking that I had just let, no encouraged, my own grandpa to fuck me and cum in my mouth.
"Oh Jessica that was so naughty!" he said, his tone serious.
I tried to play cute, giving him puppy dog eyes, but he gently pushed me off him and turned away from me. He sat with his back to me at the edge of the bed, his head in his hands.
"Are you okay?" I reached out to touch him but he flinched away from me. "Grandpa, its okay-"
"No Jessica! No its not!" he shouted, without turning round. "I just fucked my granddaughter! THAT is not okay!"
Even though he was obviously mad with me and himself the phrase 'I just fucked my granddaughter' sent a new shiver through my body, my nipples hardening.
"But I wanted it, Grandpa!" I said softly. "And I'm an adult so its okay!"
"Jessica," he also softened his tone, "you are a child compared to me...I am an old man who should have known better. This can't happen again and don't you dare tell anyone young lady."
Again when he called me 'young lady' I had to subdue the feeling of sensual submissiveness coursing through me.
"Yes, Grandpa," I said, honestly and sadly, "I know, I won't say a word."
I suddenly felt like crying. I had just made a fool of myself with one of the people I loved the most in the world and now...did he hate me?
"Grandpa?" I whimpered.
"Just go Jessica," he said firmly..
I grabbed my dishevelled clothes and left him alone, dressing myself in the kitchen and weeping at the table for a while. It was a long wait for Grandma to come home but when she did she commented on how awful I looked and told me to go home and get some more sleep.
Even in my sadness, though, as I walked home, I replayed Grandpa's words in my head and they struck through me like pleasurable blades.
"I just fucked my granddaughter!"
"Don't you dare tell anyone young lady!"
And a small smile played at my lips as I made my way up to my room, locked the door and began to relive it in my head, my hand stroking my pussy...
As I lathered the soap on to my skin I remembered that bar man from last night. He had been, undoubtedly, an extremely handsome man. His skin showed signs of Mediterranean heritage, his hair black was well-groomed and he had the most beautiful green eyes. At the time his fingers had felt good as they invaded my panties and I had giggled and shivered as he whispered something naughty, (I don't recall what,), in to my ear.
Despite my orgasms my mind went on to imagine having stayed behind at the bar like he had asked me to. I imagined him kissing me and putting his hands all over me, him sensually lifting me on to a bar stool, sliding my panties down and fucking me at the bar, my arms wrapped around him, kissing and biting his neck...and then I saw my Grandpa! He was watching us from one of the booths in the bar, his face almost unreadable, his hand between his legs, nursing his huge erection through his trousers...
"Hows that Jessica?" he had asked as he watched the bar man groan and grunt his way through fucking me. "Is it good?"
I tried to nod but couldn't bring myself to do it. I was no longer certain that it was as good as I thought. In my imagination Grandpa stood from his seat in the booth and slowly made his way across the deserted dance floor towards us, his hand unzipping his trousers and unveiling the amazing cock that had brought me to orgasm earlier. I looked over the bar man's shoulder and bit my lip, unable to take my eyes off my Grandpa's cock.
"Excuse me young man," my 'imagination Grandpa' tapped the bar man on the shoulder when he reached a foot or so behind us. The startled barman turned to the old man who had interrupted our fucking session, "but I believe THIS is how the young lady would like to be fucked!"
Without hesitation Grandpa had pulled the horny young bar man away from me. With his face confidently expressionless he grabbed my arm and turned me towards the bar, lifted my right knee up on to the bar stool, twisted his strong, old hand through my hair and pushed my face down on to the counter. To my extreme arousal he simply entered me with his big, Grandpa cock and proceeded to fuck me from behind right in front of the bar man. He was rough and thorough, taking me and making me love it...
"Jess?" my brother's voice from the other side of the bathroom door. "Are you still in the shower?"
Jolted from my reverie, I hesitated before replying.
"Yeah, gimme 5 minutes!" I shouted back to him.
I didn't hear his response over the sound of the water in the shower but I finished up and was back in my bedroom before he could come back and start nagging me.
It is fair to say that I thought about Grandpa a lot over the next couple of days, in many different regards. I was worried how he would act with me when I next saw him and I knew I had to go and see him soon. The man was recovering from an operation and if I didn't visit, Gran would know something was wrong. I also couldn't stop thinking about him fucking me. It was like I was craving him, craving the taboo factor. The fact his cock had felt so good was a bonus of course
When the phone rang on the Tuesday afternoon I was surprised to hear Grandpa's voice on the other end. He never rang anyone, it was always Gran doing the calling.
"Hi Jessica," he said, his voice slightly stilted.
"Grandpa!" my belly did a small jump and butterflies filled it to the brim.
"Maybe we should talk," he said, obviously uncomfortable with the conversation.
"I think so too," I said, trying not to get my hopes up that anything would ever happen again, but if it did...mmmmm.
"Listen I think your Gran needs to get out of the house for a bit," he suggested stiltedly. "Perhaps you could see if your mother will take her to the Bingo or something and you could..."
"Stay with you?" I couldn't help but sound a little flirty.
"Yes," he said flatly and had put the phone down before I had chance to say anything else. I could tell he wasn't happy at all, but was it me that he was mad with? Or himself? Or something else? I figured I was going to find out soon enough.
So it was arranged that Mom would take Gran to the Bingo and I would 'babysit' Grandpa as Gran put it. Everyone seemed quite happy with the situation and Mom dropped me off at my grandparents house as she picked up Gran.
"I think he is a bit low," Gran whispered to me as we passed in the doorway. "Try and cheer him up a bit Jess. If anyone can its probably you!"
I had a panicked split second where I though maybe she knew what we had done but it passed as quickly as it came.
"He's out of bed by the way!" she called back, waving as she climbed in to the passenger seat of Mom's car. "In the kitchen!"
I shut the door, shook off my coat and hung it up in the big front hallway. As I walked towards the kitchen I felt like a mixture of a naughty schoolgirl being set to the head teacher's office and going on a second date with someone I really liked.
"Hey Grandpa," I said quietly as I walked in and saw him sitting, in clean, crisp pyjamas and a dressing gown, at the kitchen table. "Are you ok?"
Grandpa looked up at me, his eyes involuntarily roaming over my body.
"Hi Jessica," he nodded and gestured towards the chair across from him.
There was a moment of silence after I sat down but I held my nerve until he spoke.
"It was wrong Jessica," he said firmly, "wrong for you to put me in that position."
I sat back in the chair, almost sulkily. I actually hadn't thought of it like that.
"And wrong for me to take advantage of it," he concluded, guiltily.
I thought for a moment and then sat forward to the table, my arms crossed on the real oak surface, and looked directly at him.
"I am sorry," I said gently. "I shouldn't have put you in that position, you are right. But I don't ever want you to think that you took advantage of me, of the situation, of anything! I wanted it, Grandpa, it was entirely my fault."
The tension seemed to ease a bit and the old man looked up at me properly for the first time since I had come in.
"You are a naughty girl, Jessica," he said, shaking his head, a look of concern in his eyes. "What were you thinking? Im your Grandpa."
I found it hard to focus after the words, 'you are a naughty girl, Jessica', my pussy was tingling, my panties were dampening. I had to bite my lip to keep from responding inappropriately.
"You should be interested in boys your own age," he continued, oblivious to how much he was turning me on. "Not old men like me, especially not old men you are related to. Jesus, what were you thinking, girl?"
Oh Grandpa, I smiled inwardly, I have no idea what I was thinking but it was fucking amazing, perfect, you did everything right. Even with him sitting there dressed for bed, his dressing gown not quite done up properly, I just wanted to untie his cord, kneel infront of him and suck his cock until he came in my mouth again.
"...felt guilty. Jessica!" Grandpa spoke firmly, "Are you even listening?"
"Yes Grandpa," I said obediently. "But...did you like it?" I asked, feeling my cheeks blush slightly.
"What?" he whispered.
"Did you like fucking me?" I couldn't believe I was saying it but I couldn't stop myself. "Did you like how my pussy tasted, Grandpa? You definitely seemed to enjoy it.
"Stop it Jessica," he said quietly.
"I need to know," I told him, "Because no one has ever made me feel like that before Grandpa. You were amazing! Everything you did was perfect. Your mouth, your fingers, your cock-"
"Jessica!" he slammed his fist down on the table. "This is not how you should be talking to your Grandfather!"
"But I want to tell you how good you made me feel-"
When he stood abruptly and kicked the chair away from him I was shocked in to silence, and he was around the table, behind my chair with his strong hands around my neck before I had time to escape. His fingers squeezed my throat tightly as he lowered his face to my ear.
"You don't know what I can do Jessica," he whispered, "I like things a certain way and I would never ask you to do them. You have to let this go now!"
I clawed at his fingers but he squeezed tighter. My eyes began to water and I was gasping for air before he released his grip and pushed me towards the table. I gasped in the air, shocked and scared and...a little turned on.
Grandpa stood paced the kitchen floor behind me for a few moments before returning to his seat on the other side of the table.
"What do you mean you like things a certain way?" I dared to ask.
His eyes flashed as he looked across at me, and I could see slight curiosity there.
"I mean," he began, "I like to do things a certain way. I need a certain type of 'relationship' to keep me interested, to keep me ... hard."
I was confused and I shook my head, still massaging my throat. Grandpa had a thoughtful expression on his face as he studied me.
"If I tell you," he bargained, "can we forget all of this? Tonight and the other day? Maybe it will help you understand better why I can't...why we can't...fuck."
Every time the word fuck came out of his mouth it aroused me even more.
"Tell me," I encouraged, almost daring him.
"When you left the other day," he began, "I spent a long time thinking about it. I could still smell you in my bed, on my fingers," subconsciously he raised his two fingers to his nose and sniffed gently. "The smell of your pussy Jessica," he closed his eyes as though he was trying to block it out., "made me feel better than I have felt in a long time."
My hand strayed under the table as I began to rub myself through my tight jeans.
"And then," he continued, "I came again thinking of you. I was thinking of your tits and your cunt, the way your back curves around you hips, your hair, your eyes, every thing. And my old habits flooded back. I wanted to fucking 'own' you. I thought about you being my submissive little fuck slave, dressing how I told you to, doing whatever I told you to, pleasing me however I wanted you to. I wanted you be a good little girl and not complain when Grandpa spanks your tight little buttocks too hard, or chokes you a bit too much while I fuck you..."
I could hear what he was saying, I saw the absolute need to be in control in his eyes, my fingers were playing hard under the table as I pictured him taking me however he wanted.
"What do you want me to wear for you Grandpa?" I sighed as I unzipped my jeans and slipped my hand inside. He saw what I was doing and shook his head.
"Don't do this Jessica," he said, "I can be a very bad man!"
"What would you like to see me in, Grandpa?" I repeated, sighing slightly.
"Oh fuck Jessica!" Grandpa grabbed hold of his cock through his pyjama bottoms and began to tug it slightly. "Pink panties," he whispered, "a little tight, pink cardigan with nothing underneath, just a couple of buttons done up, your nipples hard and pushing through the thin material..."
"Knee length socks, Grandpa?" I suggested, "The ones with the cute little frill at the top? You like that?"
"Yes!" the old man grunted as he stroked himself firmly. "And little pink shoes, buckled up, all shiny and clean for Grandpa."
I stood up from the table and walked around to Grandpa's side where I pushed my jeans down and off. I sat on the seat next to him, facing him, and spread my legs wide. The wet patch was obvious on the crotch of my panties as I teased myself through the material.
"You see what you do to me Grandpa?" I mewled, "You see how wet you get my pussy?"
"You are a dirty little girl, Jessica," he growled, his eyed fixed on my playing fingers as he reached in and pulled his cock out of his pyjamas. "Dirty, nasty little kitten!" he spat. "Show Grandpa your cunt Jessica."
I could feel the juices flow as he said 'cunt' and I pulled the crotch of my panties aside so Grandpa could see my aching pussy. I circled my little hard bean for him, my body reacting in spasms of pleasure.
"You want this again?" I asked him.
"Get on the fucking table!" he suddenly demanded, leaning forward and grabbing my arm. Just as he had done during my day dream in the shower, where he fucked me over the bar, he slammed me face down on to the table, holding my head firmly down, ripping my panties off with the other hand and within five seconds had his beautiful, throbbing cock buried deep in my pussy. I cried out from surprise and pleasure as he began to pump in to me hard. "Lift your leg on to the table Jessica!" he ordered and he grunted his approval when I did so. He had deeper access now and he fucked me hard and fast over the kitchen table, the whole time pressing my face in to the wooden surface.
"I will take what I want, Jessica" he promised as he changed the direction of his thrusting, his cock head banging in to my g-spot and making me scream with pleasure. "You will be my little bitch to fuck whenever I want, you do realise that, don't you? Even when you are willing to give it, I will still take it how I want it. I can make you Grandpa's little slut, sweetheart."
Just his words alone would have been enough to make me cum but with the pounding as well I was creaming all over his big, thrusting cock within just a few seconds.
"Don't stop!" I begged him, "Keep fucking me Grandpa! Make me your fucking whore! I will crawl to you, beg you to let me suck your cock..." my mind and body were both on fire, I didn't care what I was saying, "I will wear whatever you tell me to."
Grandpa was grunting viciously, moving his hand from my head down to the small of my back, pressing down until my belly was flat in to the table. Both hands now grabbing my hips and guiding his cock hard and fast in to my pussy.
"You made me do this Jessica!" he told me, his voice shaking as he fucked me. "This is just the beginning, sweetheart. You...fucking...little...slut...cum now!" he yelled, "cum on my old cock again you little bitch."
I was cumming before I knew it and Grandpa was slamming himself in to me from behind until his own cream was filling me too and we were both moaning and panting, our mixture dripping from me and on to the kitchen floor in white globs.
After a few moments he let me go as he sank backwards on to the seat behind him, out of breath and flushed. I stood, feeling more fluids drip from me and looking down to the sexual potion of juices pooling on the tiled floor.
"Clean it up, Jessica," Grandpa commanded. He grabbed my arm as I headed for the sink to grab a dishcloth. "No, you silly child," he shook his head. "With your tongue."
I hesitated for a moment but I did not want to disappoint Grandpa.
"Turn around," he told me, wiping his brow, and his hands reached out and guided me to the position where I was facing away from him. "Now get down on to all fours and lick up the mess we made."
I followed his instructions until my tongue was lapping at the cold kitchen tiles, sucking and licking the mingled cum mixture up as I had been told to do. My used pussy was pointing up towards Grandpa and I felt him position his chair nearer me. Then his fingers were inside me, probing, fucking, massaging every surface of my insides. My pussy trembled as I continued to lick the floor.
"You like this old man fingering your pretty, young cunt?" he asked, foraging deeper and spreading his fingers to open me up.
"Yes Grandpa," I purred between licks.
"Cum again then," he told me, "cum on my fingers, show me how willing your tight little cunt is to take as mch as Grandpa wants to give."
I began to rock back and forth on his fingers until he added a third, stretching my pussy as he spread them inside me. I squealed a little but he continued to finger fuck me, alternately giving me pleasure and a little pain as he stretched wider.
"That's right, Jessica, sweetheart," Grandpa watched my pussy swallow his fingers over and over again, "Bad girl, Jessica! Wanting Grandpa to use you like a cheap whore. Are you going to let me use you, girl?"
"Yes Grandpa!" I moaned as he reached under me and began to rub my clit gently.
"Good girl," he whispered as he added a fourth finger in to me and circled my clit a little harder. "That's it, all over my hand sweetheart, nice and wet for Grandpa."
I came so hard I couldn't even make a sound, my body just convulsed to Grandpa's gentle encouragement and rough fingering.
"That's it, little slut," he coaxed, "I can feel you cumming, girl, let it all flow."
I shook and trembled before collapsing on the floor, worn out from my three climaxes.
"What do you say, Jessica?" Grandpa sat back in his chair and looked down at me on the floor.
"Thank you Grandpa!" I panted.
"Now I think we need to pick out some clothes for you," he said evenly, as he stood from the table and brought the lap top back from the kitchen counter. "Come and sit on my knee and Grandpa will buy you something pretty for being a good little slut."
"How about this Jessica?" he nodded towards the screen and I followed his gaze.
Some pretty pink shoes, just like Grandpa wanted me to wear. That was just the start of the online shop. Grandpa told me to take over the browsing as his hands took a stroll all over my body. He squeezed my tits gently as he chose some pink and white stripy socks, and stroked my thighs as he showed me the fluffy pink cardigan he wanted to see me in. I purred at his touch as we completed the purchases from one site and he directed me to another, more adult site, to look at toys. As he instructed me to search their anal range he spread my thighs and pressed his stiffening cock against my exposed pussy, the cotton of his pyjama crotch soaking through with my juices immediately.
"Grandpa..." I whispered, "Ive never...I mean...no one has ever...done anything to me like..."
"You've never been fucked in the ass?" Grandpa gently held my hair and used it to turn my head to face him. I shook my head, feeling almost ashamed. A couple of boys had tried to touch me there but it had just freaked me out and I told them not to. "Well, that's okay, sweetheart, it just means its going to be Grandpa's little virgin hole." He eased me forward, my tits brushing the keyboard of the laptop, sending a spark of excitement through me.
Grandpa ran his hands down my back and held on to my hips. His cotton covered cock was still pressing against my pussy as he tilted my torso forward and my buttocks back. He kept eye contact with me just to watch my reaction.
"Good girl," he nodded as he raised one finger to his mouth and covered it with his spit. "Now just relax."
The next sensation I felt was one that I never expected to be so pleasurable. Grandpa's fingertip circling my ass hole, leaving a trail of spit around it before pressing firmly down on the hole itself. I felt the tip of his finger ease inside me and my body clenched.
"That's okay," Grandpa soothed, "It takes some getting used to. Just relax as much as you can."
He removed his finger and placed a thumb at each side of my hole, gently spreading it, watching it tense and flex. I instinctively leaned forward more so he could see better, my tits now flat on the table, my back arched. I felt his cock stiffen as he took in the sight.
"Do you like it Grandpa?" I asked, genuinely concerned that maybe, if he had done this with other girls, he would be disappointed in mine.
"Oh Sweetheart," he sighed, "its like a beautiful flower."
I felt his thumbs stretch me open a little more and I sighed. It felt so naughty to have someone touch me there; it was almost like a forbidden place, a dirty place that should be left untouched and not spoken about. But here was Grandpa, holding it open, studying it intently, working its muscles with his fingers...and it felt good.
"Wait here," he instructed me, gently standing and allowing my exposed bottom to rest on the seat he had just vacated. As he left the kitchen the aura of this taboo, heated situation seemed to leave with him and I felt a moment of panic. What was I doing? This was my Grandpa! I felt my breath quicken and my heart beat a little faster. "Jessica?" his voice startled me and I looked towards the kitchen door where he stood with a long thin vial filled with what looked like oil, a small delicate flower floating at the top. A glass stopper kept the contents inside. "Are you okay?"
One look at his handsome old face made me relax. God, I wanted him; I wanted him to make me his, to teach me how to be a big girl, like all the other girls he had fucked.
"Yes Grandpa," I said with a small smile.
For someone who claimed to be a bad man, he seemed very concerned about how I was feeling and it melted me inside. He gave me a brief nod and walked back around the table. His big hands easily lifted my buttocks from the chair and he re-took his seat, lowering me on to his lap again. He was still hard as he pressed his cock against my pussy through his pyjamas. His soothing hand on my back relaxed me with gentle strokes as the other hand placed the vial on the table next to me.
"What is it?" I asked as Grandpa moulded me back into the position where he had a perfect view of my ass hole.
"Its oil, Honey," he said, spreading me wide with his thumbs again. "God I love how your ass flexes when I open it." He was whispering but there was so much appreciation in his voice it made my pussy tingle. "Sweetheart I have seen a lot of asses, but I have never wanted to work one as much as I want to work yours right now." He leaned forward, retrieving the vial and gently biting my back which made me moan with pleasure. All my senses were heightened and I smelled the exotic scent of the oil as he removed the stopper behind me. Without warning he poured the oil, starting between my shoulder blades. I felt it run down my spine, like being massaged with a silk glove, my skin reacted with goosebumps as it trickled between my buttocks.
I knew it must have been soaking in to the crotch of his pyjamas but he just watched it trickle down my body. The scent in itself was so arousing. After what seemed like an eternity, Grandpa leaned forward again, pressing his chest against my back, sharing the oil he had just poured, and put the vial back on the table. Within seconds of him sitting back I felt him start to rub the oil over my skin, radiating towards, but not yet touching, my 'flower'. With his hands flat on my buttocks he spread my hole over and over again, just watching it and moaning with appreciation.
"Oh God!" I sighed as his finger was suddenly on my ass again, pressing, massaging, easily gaining access with the help of the oil.
"That's halfway," he said quietly, "Take the rest Jessica. Push back on Grandpa's finger, Sweetheart."
I eased myself back, feeling his digit slide in to me until it was all in. Then he gently twisted it to make sure I was fully lubricated inside. I moaned through pleasurable discomfort as he slowly began to finger fuck my virgin ass.
"There you go," he was smiling, I could tell, and realised that he didn't smile enough. "How does Grandpa's finger feel in your asshole baby girl? You like it, Jessica?"
"Yes Grandpa!" I moaned loudly as he began to push harder but maintained a slow, rhythm. I knew my pussy had gushed juices as soon as he called me 'baby girl'.
"You want me to carry on?" I knew he would have carried on regardless, it was in his tone, like I had let him get this far and there was no turning back now.
"Yes!" I heard the begging in my own voice.
"You are going to be Grandpa's bad little girl, Jessica!" he said, his voice was controlled and dominant. "You want that, don't you? You want to please me, I can tell. Well it makes Grandpa very happy to have his finger deep in your pretty little bottom."
"I want to make you happy!" I cried out as he reached around and slipped two old fingers deep in to my soaking wet cunt. "Oh God, yes! Fuck me Grandpa!"
I had never experienced anything like it. My pussy and ass were filled with my Grandpa's fingers and I was begging him to do it. I could never have imagined this situation in my wildest dreams, but I didn't want it to stop.
"Bad girl, Jessica!" he chastised me, but with pride in his voice. "Are you ready for another finger Sweetheart?"
I didn't know if I was or not but he didn't wait for my reply anyway. I felt another digit pressing hard against the opening of my ass and I moaned with pain as I felt it stretch me. I didn't want to disappoint him though, so I gritted my teeth and concentrated on how good his fingers in my pussy felt.
"That's it, good girl," Grandpa was straining to get his second finger in to me but after twisting and pushing it slowly joined the first, deep in my ass.
"It hurts!" I had said the words before I knew I was going to, "Grandpa, it hurts!"
"Just for a little bit Sweetheart," he said, wisely, as he began to move them inside me. "You want to make me happy?"
I nodded, tears springing to my eyes from the discomfort.
"Then just take the pain for now and trust me," his voice was soothing, belying the lustful fucking his hands were giving me, "You will be okay, just take it, there you go."
As I relaxed to his voice the bad pain eased away gently and I realised I was left with a pleasure I had never imagined. It still 'hurt' but it felt so good too.
Grandpa moaned as he must have felt me succumb to his words and I eased up on his fully inserted fingers.
I mewled with unimagined pleasure as his thumb began to circle my clit and his fingers fucked both my holes.
"Oh Grandpa, that's so good!" I breathed, feeling myself getting closer to another orgasm.
"Not yet," he said firmly, "don't you cum yet Jessica."
But he didn't stop his actions and I was getting closer by the second.
"Control it, girl," he growled at me, fingering me harder. "Show Grandpa you know how to be a big girl and control yourself." His voice was firm. It was probably a voice he had used many times before with other girls and it had the effect of making me reel in my pleasure and numb it slightly before I came. But I stayed on the edge, knowing that a lapse in concentration would take me over. "That's so good Jessica." He praised me as I held back. "Pour some more oil down your back Sweetheart, I'm going to need a little more lubrication down here."
I did as I was told, wondering why exactly he needed more lubrication. It felt fine to me, different but in a good way. I pulled the stopper from the vial and poured it over my shoulder. Grandpa took his hand away from my pussy and used it to rub the fresh oil around my ass cheeks. Then he slid his finger out of my bottom and massaged the oil in with that hand too. I could smell my pussy juices mixing in with the oil and it created an intoxicating scent that heightened my arousal more and more. Grandpa rubbed the oil in to my hole and moaned as it flexed around his finger.
"Okay Jessica," he said quietly but firmly, "lift yourself up a little."
I pressed my elbows in to the table and they took my weight as I moved my bottom from Grandpa's lap. He allowed me to lift about 10 inches before his hands gripped my hips as an order to stop there. I felt him fumble slightly before he began to pull me back down slightly. "Easy, girl," he said softly as I felt something much bigger than his finger pressing against my asshole. "Nice and slow."
"Grandpa!" I panicked slightly and tried to pull back up, just to try and prepare myself a bit more for this. But his hands were strong and he held me.
He didn't say a word he just pulled me further down, his cock head straining against my opening. It hurt like I had never experienced pain to hurt before. I was whimpering, an almost feral growl passing my lips when the head popped inside me and my ass was stretched way beyond how far his fingers had stretched me.
"Now sit down in it Jessica," he instructed, pulling me further back by my hips.
My head felt fuzzy as I obeyed and I felt every thick inch of his big, hard Grandpa cock enter my body slowly. After what seemed like forever, my buttocks made contact with his thighs and I thought I was taking all he had to give me. I couldn't help but sigh with relief and my body relaxed slightly. As it did, Grandpa gave a little thrust and I found out that he actually had more shaft for me; another half inch filled my bottom.
"Oh fuck Jessica!" Grandpa sighed, relaxing his grip on my hips. "Grandpa's all the way in now. How does it feel having this old cock up your young ass Sweetheart?" he asked, pulling out slightly and then filling me again.
"It hurts," I whimpered, "It feels too big."
Grandpa's laugh shocked me.
"Yeah it looks pretty painful from here," he admitted, looking down at his insertion. "But I promise you Jessica, this is going to feel really good once you get used to it. I just need to loosen you up a little."
I nodded obediently as a tear slipped down my cheek. As Grandpa continued to pull out and refill me slowly and gently the pain eased up and became more of a dull ache, then it subsided to discomfort and by the time I was taking half his shaft in thrusts it actually began to feel almost pleasurable. Grandpa began to slap my bottom on each thrust and moan harder, his one hand sliding back round to the front and a finger circled my clit.
"Now you can cum girl," he allowed.
I hadn't really registered that my body was close to orgasm and when he spoke I realised that I was on the edge again.
"Im going to fill you with my cum Jessica," he told me, firmly, and my pussy became slicker with juices. I moaned and began to bounce up and down on his lap. "That's my girl!" the old man cried with pleasure. "Ride my cock until I fill that pretty little ass with my seed."
As I bounced harder, pulling up further and further, Grandpa let go of my hips completely, his free hand reaching round and pulled painfully on my nipples, but I didn't care. It all added up to bringing on one of the most intense climaxes I had experienced. I was edging anyway but when Grandpa finally lost control and roared as he shot his hot white mess in to my ass, my whole body shook with the most tremendous force. Grandpa moved his hand from my nipple to cover my mouth as I began to cry out uncontrollably. The orgasm itself must have lasted a good minute or so before Grandpa resumed his grip on my ass cheeks and gently lifted me off his cock.
"Oh god Jessica," he turned me round enough to be able to kiss me on the lips. I manoeuvred myself so that I was sitting astride him, facing him and kissed him deeply. Our tongues fought and played, our lips discovered how good they felt together. "Let it come out now Jess." He whispered in to my mouth. "Relax and let it go."
I did relax and I felt his cum gushing from my ass, all over his lap and the kitchen floor but we continued to kiss, hungry for each other.
I was breathless by the time we pulled apart and just looked in to each others eyes. Grandpa tucked my hair behind my ear and smiled at me. I smiled back, suddenly feeling shy, my face flushing a little more than it had been already.
"You are a good girl Jess," he said approvingly. I didn't say anything and he continued to talk softly but assertively. "You have to realise that if you want to carry on with this sometimes I am going to hurt you. I will take you passed what you think you can handle and to the edge of what I know you can handle. But I will always bring you back to me safely and then I will hold you and kiss you and love you in any way I can."
I had never been so sure that I wanted something as much as I wanted what Grandpa had just told me he would give me. I wanted to be his; I wanted him to own me.
"Yes Grandpa," I said softly, smiling at him.
"Good girl." he nodded "Now let's get this place tidied up before anyone comes home."
"Have you suddenly come in to some money?" he asked, sarcastically one day as he handed me a large, square package.
I stuck my tongue out at him childishly, grabbed the parcel and headed for my room. I was hoping it was the cute little outfit Grandpa and I had ordered together. Tearing the box open I pulled out the pretty pink cardigan, stripy pink and white socks and beautiful shiny baby girl shoes. Smiling to myself I stripped off down to my panties and began to dress in the new items.
The fluffy pink cardigan tickled my nipples as I buttoned it over my naked torso. I knew Grandpa would love it. I imagined him squeezing my tits through the soft material, arousing my nipples and pinching them. The socks came to just over my knees and the shoes, with their small but chunky heel, seemed to enhance my calf and thigh muscles. I stroked my hands over my clothes and skin as I picked up my phone and took a photo of my reflection in the mirror. I quickly sent it to Grandpa with the message heading 'ssssh'.
I giggled as I lay down on my bed and closed my eyes, imagining Grandpa was in my room with me, his eyes all over me, then his mouth and hands touching every part of my teenage body.
My phone rang out and I grabbed at it.
"Hello Grandpa," I said, girlishly.
"Hello my pretty little whore," he grunted with humour in his voice. "Jessica, are you touching yourself right now?"
"I was just starting to-" I began but he cut me off.
"Do it girl!" he ordered. "Are you still wearing panties?"
"Yes Grandpa," I whispered.
"Slip them off like a good girl," he instructed, "then spread those legs and touch your sweet little pink pussy and make it juicy for Grandpa. Pinch your little clit sweetheart."
I sighed with pleasure in to the phone as I ran my finger down between my lips and felt the wetness of my hole soak my fingertip. I rubbed this around on my clit and moaned louder.
"Oh yes, Jessica," Grandpa kept his voice steady and encouraging. "Grandpa knows that looks so fucking good. If I was there that would be my tongue on your clit. You want that baby girl?"
"Oh god yes Grandpa!" I jolted at the thought of his slightly stubbly old mouth sucking and licking away at my shaved princess parts, his saliva making my skin shine.
"Put something in your pussy for me," he demanded. "The first thing to hand that you can fuck yourself with."
I looked around from my position on the bed and noticed my hairbrush on the bedside table. I reached for it and drew it in to me, wishing Grandpa was here, watching me in person. I gently stroked over my clit with the plastic bristles.
"I have my hairbrush Grandpa," I told him, looking at its thick black, plastic handle and suddenly needing it in my pussy.
"Is it spiky?" he asked.
"Yes, Grandpa," I said, bemused.
"Smack your pussy with it Jessica," he demanded. "I want to hear you slap that spiky head on to your clit. Hurt yourself a little for me."
Tentatively I held the brush over my clit and smacked my pelvis and clit with it. I didn't hurt too much so I held it up again and spanked my skin harder.
"Oh I heard that," Grandpa groaned. "Do it again baby. You need to get yourself used to this before this old man gets to work on you."
I held my brush up again and brought it down a little harder on to my pussy. I winced with pain this time as the bristles dug in a little deeper than the previous two times.
"Oh yes," Grandpa encouraged, "Is that hurting princess? Do it again...harder."
I brought the hairbrush down as hard as I dare, the smack sound seemed to resound around my room and I drew in a deep breath to deal with the pain. I had deep marks on my pelvis, and my vulva and clit were raised and red.
"And again, Jessica," Grandpa soothed, "hurt that little snatch for Grandpa. You will be glad you did Sweetheart. Spank that little girly cunt for me again and again."
"It hurts," I whispered, trying not to cry, wanting to do what he asked of me.
"Do you want pretty things and Grandpa's love?" he said evenly, softly. "You want to be a good girl for Grandpa? Smack that cunt. Enjoy the pain Jessica, know that it gets me hard and makes me want you so much more. Grandpa wants that pussy sore and throbbing so I can tend to it and make it better later on. You wanted this, little one, you wanted Grandpa to own you...so do as I say and spank that pussy like a little slut."
I would never have thought that these words would turn me on but here I was, at his request, repeatedly smacking my pussy with my hairbrush. I experienced the pain but as it began to get hot and swollen I could think of nothing but pleasing him, and this turned it in to something more erotic than pain. It turned it into an act of torturous pleasure.
"It hurts Grandpa," I half cried and half moaned down the phone, "you like that?"
"Oh baby, Grandpa loves it," he said, his voice slightly trembling, "Now shove that handle inside you and fuck yourself with it."
It was with some relief and, strangely, some disappointment that I stopped my actions and inserted the whole of the handle in to my pussy. It was so sensitive that my muscles clenched around the plastic shaft immediately.
"Oh Jessica," Grandpa sighed, "I can hear how wet that juicy little snatch is. Fuck that hairbrush, you naughty girl. Fuck it for Grandpa!"
I did as he told me too, working it hard and fast in to my soaking pussy, my vulva and clit pulsing from the beating I had just given them. The cardigan grazed against my nipples as I used the hairbrush to pleasure myself.
"Are you a bad girl Jessica?" Grandpa was clearly aroused. "Do you like knowing Grandpa is wanking for you right now? You got my cock so fucking hard you nasty little girl."
"I am your bad girl, Grandpa," I whimpered as I drew close to orgasm. "I am your naughty little whore granddaughter. I want you to fuck my little pussy --"
"Cunt, Jessica," Grandpa was close too, I could hear it in his voice, "call it your cunt."
"I want you to fuck my little cunt Grandpa. Mmmmm you like that?" I was so close, feeling so dirty, "You like my pretty pink little cunt, spread out for you, begging to be fucked by your big, hard Grandpa cock?"
Grandpa just grunted down the phone and I felt my body start to convulse, and I knew we were coming together...
"Oh god Jess!" Grandpa was panting down the phone, "Baby, you did so good. Now I need to see that beat up pussy. You want Grandpa to make it all better?"
"Yes..." I could barely talk, "please."
Grandpa explained that he had arranged for Gran to go to the theatre with some of her friends that night. No doubt Gran would ring and ask for me to go round and check up on Grandpa, and I was never going to say no to a request like that.
"But..." Grandpa said, "Come through the back way. As soon as you turn in to the alley way I want you to strip down to nothing but the socks, shoes, panties and cardigan and walk the rest of the way like a whore. I will be watching Jessica." With that he put the phone down.
My first reaction to his request was one of shock and shyness. I knew it would be dark in the alley way that ran along the back of the row of houses by Grandpa's house, but a lot of people walked their dogs down the alley, or used it as a short cut to the main road. What if someone sawme? I blushed at the thought but then remembered Grandpa had said he would be watching me. I didn't want to disappoint him.
The air was still but icy outside, my nipples erect beneath the winter coat and the cardigan Grandpa had bought me. I approached the alleyway entrance and faltered, looking around me to see if anyone was there. My phone rang. Grandpa's face appeared on the screen and I smiled.
"Hello Grandpa," I said warmly.
"I see you little girl," he said, his voice calm and sexy, "Take the coat off."
I took a deep breath, looking around again.
"Don't think about it, Jessica," Grandpa spoke loudly and assertively, making me jump a little. "Do as I say... or go home."
My heart seemed to jolt in my chest. I didn't want to go home, I wanted to be with Grandpa, I wanted to show him the clothes and the shoes...I wanted him.
I slowly slipped the coat off, my entire body breaking in to goosebumps due to the cold air. My hand shook as I placed it back to my ear.
"Okay," I knew he was smiling, wherever he was watching me from, "do not look around anywhere, just do as I say, do you understand?"
"Y..yes Grandpa," I said obediently, shaking with the cold and nerves.
"Walk down the alley way until I tell you to stop," his calmness had an effect on me. "And Jessica...walk slowly, head down."
The baby pink shoes clicked on the floor as I took a couple of steps forward, trying to control my pace and the urge to look around to check for company. I could hear Grandpa breathing over the phone.
"That's it Jessica," he encouraged softly, "you look beautiful for Grandpa. Oh fuck you look amazing sweetheart. I know you are cold, I know you are nervous, but I've got you, okay? Just keep walking..."
I did as he said, reminding myself that soon I would be in his warm, protective arms.
"Now stop," he said. "Turn towards the house sweetie and look towards Grandpa's back gate." When I looked up I saw that I was directly outside my grandparent's back yard. I did as I was told.
"Back up a little, until your back is against the wall," he said.
Behind me was the rear side of someone's garage. The wall was cold and rough on my ass as I stood against it.
"Now crouch down, keeping your back against the wall," he directed. I could feel he was near me, and my pussy began to tingle madly despite the cold. "That's it, girl, now open your knees and play with that sweet pussy for me."
Nervously, still trying not to look around, I slipped down the wall, keeping my feet firmly planted, the bricks scratching my back painfully but this made me push harder against it. I wanted to show Grandpa that pain didn't matter to me right now, I just wanted to please him, to make him proud.
I spread my knees wide and pulled my panties to one side. There was a groan of pleasure from the other end of the phone.
"Oh Honey," Grandpa soothed, "Is that little pussy cold? Warm it up Jessica, rub it and smack it until its hot."
Everything else was forgotten apart from how intense my clit felt being exposed to the icy air, and warming it up for grandpa. I barely felt the first rub I administered. It was too cold. So I smacked it, the sound echoing a short distance around the alley. I flinched as my cold skin and the small bruises from my hairbrush earlier began to make themselves known. This time when I rubbed I felt my clit rising from its hood and my fingertips brushed it gently.
"Ooooh!" I whispered through pure instinct, not to put on a show, just reacting to the pleasure I felt.
"Close your eyes Jessica," he told me down the phone. I did. "Make yourself feel good baby...and open your mouth...take whatever you are given and take it deep."
My mouth was open and before I knew it I felt an insistent probing on my lips. My tongue reached out and welcomed it in to my mouth. In my head I knew it was Grandpa, his big cock was hard because of me and what a good girl I had been for him. It felt as though he had read my mind as he gently held my head with one hand and pushed his cock deep in to my mouth, whispering "Oh Jessica, you are such a good little slut for Grandpa."
He continued to thrust deeper and deeper in to my mouth, making me gag but never letting up, until his cock was stretching my throat and his balls were against my chin.
"Look up at me," he said.
He was smiling down at me, looking very pleased, but still assertive.
I heard the sound of footsteps coming up to the entrance of the alleyway and instinctively tried to pull away...but Grandpa's hands were strong...they kept me in my place.
"Just wait," he said, calmly. "Keep sucking my cock like a good girl."
Grandpa was grunting with pleasure as the footsteps got closer and closer. Finally he dragged me by the hair from the shadows and across the alley, in to his garden, shutting the gate behind him. Immediately he pushed me against the fence, back on my knees and continued to fuck my mouth deeply and a steadily. I heard the footsteps pass by the other side of the fence only seconds after.
"You're going to make Grandpa cum again, Jessica," he almost growled as he forced himself in so far that I gagged uncontrollably, my muscles forcing his cock out of my throat. He didn't seem to mind as his cum spurted from his cock all over my face, his old hand pumping away at his engorged member until there was nothing left to spray. "Oh fuck!" he whispered when he was done.
I didn't speak as he recovered quickly from his own pleasure.
"Come on inside," he said kindly, helping me up from my kneeling position "I bet you are freezing, angel."