Tags: grandfather/granddaughter, incest, defloration, virgin blood, non-con play
WARNING: This contains non-con play between two consenting adults. Please don’t read if you’re not into it.
The springs of the couch creak when I turn around for the seventeenth time. Angrily I push my head into my pillow and huff into my blanket.
‘Sleep, dammit’, I command myself. ‘I don’t have time for this. My entire future depends upon this and you have nothing better to do than keeping me awake. That’s just rude. I hate you, brain.’
Tomorrow, I have my interview at one of the best colleges in the country. I think most of you can relate to why I can’t sleep. I’m not good with these sort of things. I hate being in the spotlight, I hate talking about myself. Or talking in general. These days it seems all people do is talk, talk, talk, without saying anything of value. In my opinion, if you don’t have anything to say, you should just shut the fuck up. The world is loud enough without your jibberjabber. Yes, I know, this is probably very anti-social of me. I agree with you. It’s just one more reason to be nervous. Tomorrow, I have to pretend that I like people. That I am social, outgoing, that I want to go to that college to change the world.
Why can’t I admit that I just want to learn things because it’s fascinating? That I don’t give a rat’s ass about the world and humanity’s self-made problems? That I want to study and become a scientist because nature/life/the cosmos is fucking amazing and I desperately want to understand how it works?
…Shit, I’m never getting into that college…
“Diana?”
My gramps.
I turn around and watch his dark shadow move its way around the coffee table to the couch.
“Can’t sleep?”
Gramps of course knows that I always crash here when I can’t sleep. I don’t know, the smell of the old brown leather sort of comforts me, somehow. Though it fails to do its magic tonight, apparently.
“Yeah”, I whisper back and make room for him to sit.
“Nervous?”
“Yeah.”
His large hand comes to rest on the top of my head, his fingers weaving through my black hair.
“There’s no reason for that. Oscar is a nice guy. He won’t be hard on you.”
Coincidental, my gramps’ old buddy Oscar Weaver was appointed chairman just last month. His friendship with my grandfather is the only reason I got this interview in the first place. Yet, that doesn’t automatically mean I’m in. Dr. Weaver is not the only one on the commitee, of course. I sigh.
“I’m sure you will enchant him with your wit, your cute dimples and your green eyes. He likes pretty girls (who doesn’t?). Also, he sees your potential. He told me himself. Otherwise he wouldn’t have invited you.”
“He invited me because you saved his life in Vietnam.”
“Nonsense. He would never have invited you just for me. Think about it. This is his job, his NEW job, that is. Do you really think he wants his colleagues to get the wrong impression. Oscar is an upright guy. He takes his job seriously. So no, if he hadn’t liked what he saw, he wouldn’t have invited you, no matter how often I have saved his life (four times). This was your doing, kid. I just handed over some papers. So stop being so insecure. You can do this. You WILL do this. Just relax and be yourself.”
“I really think I shouldn’t.”
“Whyever not?”
I tell him about my worries and gramps listens. He lies down beside me, his big arm around me, holding me against his broad chest, the chesthair tickling my forehead. He always leaved the first two buttons of his pyjamas open. I hear his heartbeat and feel the warmth of his still strong body and it actually relaxes me a little. Still, I feel wide awake.
“What time is it?”
The old couch creaks as gramps turns around and checks the red glowing numbers of my alarm clock on the coffee table.
“3:25”
“Fuck.”
“You know”, gramps whispers and pulls me closer, “there is something I could try to help you relax.”
His lips brush over my forehead and his fingers brush up and down my arm. All of a sudden, there is warmth in my belly. Maybe it’s his touch, or his voice, but it’s definitely something that changes the atmosphere around us.
“It used to help granny all the time…sometimes your mum, too.”
“At this point I think I’ll try anything.”
“Good. Let’s just get the blanket out of the way.”
He gets up and pushes the blanket down to my feet, then he lies down again, but not to hold me, I realize when he presses a kiss on my neck and lets his hand wander up the inside of my thigh, pulling at it. The moment his big hand cups my pussy is the moment his wet tongue licks my neck and both brain and body are so overwhelmed with data for a moment that I don’t immediately react. Instead I let my grandfather nibble at my earlobe while he lazily rubs my pussy through my panties.
I have never felt another hand between my legs. Nor have I never been kissed like that. It’s intense, awkard, strangely good. Okay, yeah, not good. It’s fucking amazing. My body reacts strongly, I can’t help it. My pussy - in general demanding a lot of attention, anyway - is getting wet so fucking fast, lubing up for her own grandfather. I am so ashamed for her right now. And also for my nipples, which harden and start tingling. I know they want to feel that hot, wet tongue that is sliding up and down my throat. Oh yes, they would love to feel it. They’re so nasty.
“Grandpa, what the fuck?!” I manage to exclaim my confusion and shock.
“It’s no big deal, baby. I’m just helping you to go to sleep. There is nothing incestuous about it.”
“Eh, I’m pretty sure it is.”
He only chuckles and let’s his index finger brush up and down my slit. Fuck, I like that.
“Stop being so dramatic. Do you want to sleep or not? I’m just giving you an orgasm (or two if you’re good) and then you’ll sleep like a baby and be fresh and bright for your interview.”
“I can do that myself.”
“True,” his lips slide up to my ear and I shudder as he whispers, “but I really want to do it for you. I want to take off your panties and fuck that sweet little pussy of yours with my fingers.”
Dear fucking God.
Is that what seduction is?
He stares at me in the dark, his mouth hovering over mine, his hot breath hitting my lips, and his fingers rub my clit just the right way: slow, but with enough pressure to make me want more.
When the tip of his tongue licks over my full bottom lip, I don’t turn my head away. When it snakes into my mouth, I shyly greet it with my own.
I’m stroking my grandfather’s tongue with mine. I’m french kissing my gramps.
What. The. Fuck.
As soon as we part, gramps readies me. He pulls my red big shirt below my tits and cleverly sort of traps my arms. Then he pulls down my panties…and I lift my ass to help. Jesus.
Trying to be at least a little sane, I close my legs. Gramps only chuckles against my neck.
“Fine, be like that. It’s not like I’ve got nothing to play with.”
His hot mouth clasps around my right nipple and sucks so hard I can’t help but moan.
“I know, baby”, he whispers, his hot breath hitting my sensitive, now wet little nipple, which is sucked at again. Gramps big hands wind around both my tits and start playing with them as he wishes, thumbing one nipple while he licks and sucks at the other.
I try to fight it, at first, but it’s just too much. The pleasure my grandfather gives me is so fucking awesome - and exactly what I need.
God, I need it so bad. My entire body is hot, and my pussy is throbbing and so fucking wet I feel the juice drizzle out of my virgin hole.
I am so ashamed when I open my legs. One second I’m absolutely disgusted with myself. My pussy makes a wet little sound and I look down, see the outlines of my grandfather’s head move as he let’s his tongue circle around my nipple, and my spread legs. I feel the cold air hit my drenched flesh and the emptiness of my hole. That’s the worst, this emptiness. I need this to go away. I need my grandpa to fill me up, being ashamed or not.
To achieve this I rub my legs against his hip, roll my hips and let out a sound I’ve never heard before, yet I know what it means, as does he, I’m sure: It’s pure, sinful begging.
One last time does he suck my brimming tit in his mouth, then he looks down at my parted legs. His hand squeezes both breasts, then it slowly slides down my belly. I can feel his heartbeat drumming fast against my rib cage. His breathing is rugged. His hand is hot on my skin.
I hold my breath and watch anxiously, impatiently. When the tip of his middle finger dives into my cleft…the sensation is overwhelming. I bite my bottom lip hard not to moan. I will never forget this moment; when my grandfather let his fingers glide through my labia for the very first time.
“Jesus, baby. You’re so wet already.”
I squeeze my eyes shut as gramps rubs my shaved slit. Up and down, up and down, making my pussy smack. The wet sounds are obnoxiously loud…but they turn me on even more.
“Such a drooling little pussy…all the possibilities…” grandpa muses and just when I want to ask what he means by that he slowly pushes his middle finger into my virgin hole.
Fuck!
I gasp. My hips buckle. Grandpa chuckles. Then he gives me another deep, incestuous kiss that makes it all even worse. I’m burning by now, feeling his (oh so) big finger inside of me, carefully moving, stretching me.
“You’re tight, baby”, does gramps huskily breathe into my ear and pushes his other arm beneath my back to hug me and grab my exposed breast.
“I love that. I am already falling in love with that little pussy of yours.”
I shudder, both at his words and because his finger starts moving.
“Gramps…” I whisper huskily, feeling light-headed from all the lust and shame swirling inside of me. His answer is to suck at my tit again, harder than before. He’s pushing his hips against mine and I feel something hot and hard, but I quickly push this sensation aside, not wanting to acknowledge what it is, although it seems ridiculous at this point.
“Tell me how you like it, baby”, he grunts against my ear, rubbing himself on me while his finger is slowly pushing in and out of my hole, squishing the juice.
“When you finger yourself…are you doing it nice and slow?”
Gramps eyes are fixed on me as he moves in and out of me a few times. Then I feel another finger invading my hole, stretching me further. I gasp through parted lips, watch his hand move back and forth between my legs. The moonlight falling through the terrace doors is dancing on my drool-covered tits and my gramps’ juice-covered fingers.
My head is full of memories of me masturbating. Most of the time I ride my pillow when I’m horny, but yes, sometimes I finger-fuck myself. It’s not half as good as this, even though-
“Or are you rough and needy, stuffing that little hole like this?”
A surprised squeal erupts from my lips when grandpa starts hammering his two fingers into me fast and so hard my entire body is shaking.
It hurts. I wasn’t prepared for this quick change of pace! My poor little hole is clenching around those big old fingers. I whimper, but gramps’ grip on my only tightens and he rolls half on top of me, stares at me while he drills into me. His hot breath hits my face and his chest hair scratches my nipples and my pussy….my pussy is burning and drooling and smacking loudly.
My head is spinning, it happens so fast I can’t understand my body’s reaction to the violence. Too fast it is driven, too intensely. All I can do is open my mouth and eyes wide when I come so hard my scream is silent. Grandpa grunts for me as I am climaxing in his arms, my body writhing, my hole clenching around his fingers. I fall apart, feel nothing but this delicious, intense ecstasy. Gosh, it feels so fucking fantastic I never want it to end. I cling to this purest of feelings as long as possible. Far far away I feel grandpa pull out his fingers and get up. I don’t want him to leave. I want him to come back and do it again. Again and again and again and again…
Panting hard, I fall back onto the couch, my entire body pulsating and heavy. I can’t help but smile, my eyes closed, my entire focus on this wonderful relaxation.
Oh yes. Now I can sleep like a baby. And I will rock this interview. Nothing can stop me…
The leather of the seat cushion under my crunches when grandpa sits back down.
“Drink this, baby.”
I lift my heavy eyelids and see a glass of water in front of me. Regretfully I lift myself into a sitting position and drink. In the meantime, grandpa pulls my blanket off the couch entirely. Then he pulls my bigshirt back over my tits and I think aw, how caring of him. This changes after I hand him back the water and he puts it onto the low coffee table and pushes me back down…and follows. He lifts my legs and kneels onto the couch. When he spreads my thighs the moonlight hits his figure - he’s completely naked. And his cock is standing up and hard. Even though I panic, my mouth waters at the sight. Fuck, he’s long and fucking thick.
“No fucking, grandpa!” I say in a high-pitched, panicking whisper and press my hand against his hairy chest when he lies down on top of me, cleverly pulling up my shirt along the way, exposing my full tits yet again.
As if he owns my body now he grabs my tit and kisses my neck while his other hand disappears between our bodies.
“You’re ripe, baby. Your little pussy needs cock.”
He bends down to suck at my nipples, completely ignoring my hands pushing against his shoulders.
“It’s so wet it has drooled all over the couch. It’s begging me to fuck it.”
I want to protest but gramps shimmies up, his thighs parting and lifting my legs, and lets the tip of his cock slide through my slit from bottom to top. I flinch hard, the sensation of the first cock ever doing this, totally overwhelming. My brain needs a second and so he can do it again, his big, hot head sliding through my wet folds. Damn, he’s so big and hard. Automatically I look down and I swear gramps lifts himself a little so I can watch him do this very wrong, very awesome thing. I can’t even begin to tell you how much it turns me on to see his hand guiding his old cock through my flesh, causing more of these loud wet sounds. I love them, I can’t deny it.
“We’re in the fucking living room, grandpa!” I hiss desperately, the lust quickly filling my head.
“Would you rather do it upstairs in your room, where everyone else is?”
“No!”
“Nor do I. I want to deflower you right here on that old couch, baby.”
With that he covers my body with his and kisses me long and deep, his hand still rubbing his big cock through my slit. With my legs dangling in the air and my hands clawed into his shoulders, I kiss him back. Our tongues are dancing, as are the butterflies in my belly. My head is panicking but my body is horny and needy. So I let it happen. I let my grandfather guide his cock to the entrance of my virgin hole and let him push it inside, all the way to my hymen. One rough, quick thrust of his hips and gone is my virginity and that fat cock is all the way inside of me.
Fucking awesome!
There is a flash of pain, but that cock makes me forget it almost instantly. Oh, how wonderful. Finally, I’m full. I didn’t even know how I longed for this feeling, this glorious feeling of getting stuffed. And oh yes, he does. Instantly he fucks me, sending wave after wave of pure pleasure through my body with every thrust of his hips. He’s not as slow as he should be with a virgin, makes me feel my burning walls just enough to entice me even more. I don’t know what it is with the pain, it simply turns me on. I’m sure that’s not healthy. Neither is it to let your grandfather fuck you, I guess. Although it feels fucking fantastic.
As soon as I remove my nails out of his shoulders, he lifts his head.
“See? Told you you’d like it.”
“You’re fucking me”, I state the obvious like an idiot, “my grandpa is fucking me.”
“Yes, he is, baby”, he chuckles and thrusts into me again. This chuckle rings in my ears somehow and there is a weird, dark feeling spreading in my gut as grandpa bends down to suck on my tit. Since a few years, I’ve had these dark thoughts during masturbation. Fantasies of pirates, criminals, or prison wards taking me…well, against my will. Ripping off my clothes and pushing me down, forcing their cocks into my pussy and using me for their pleasure at their leasure. I’ve never fantasized about my grandfather doing that, but…he’s older, stronger…dominant…
“It hurts, grandpa”, I whisper weakly and I realize it’s a test when I hold my breath for his reaction.
“You’ll get used to it, baby. Just a little more.”
He pushes his cock even deeper into me and I shudder at the dark, intense pleasure.
“Gramps, no”, I plead and on their own account my arms stretch out above my head, my nails digging into the leather. My mind is drifting, the darkness spreads, and my vivid imagination makes me feel rough ropes around my wrists.
“Please, stop”, I beg, my pussy clenching around that heavenly cock inside her. For a moment, grandpa does stop. His cock is all the way in and I feel him stare at me. There’s a pause that feels like ages. There is communication on a level we both don’t understand.
Then, he slowly, experimentally pushes into me again. I gasp and look at him in the dark, my fingers still clinging to the armrest of the couch submissively.
His hips start a slow rhythm, pushing his cock in to the hilt each time.
“No, stop”, I whisper,
Grandpa doesn’t stop and damn, does it turn me on. The air around us thickens and the night seems to turn even darker.
His breathing is flat and rugged and his cock inside appears to swell even more. He lets out the smallest of groans and I realize he knows this kind of darkness.
“I’m bleeding”, I whisper hoarsely and immediately grandpa thrusts into me.
“Yes”, he groans and lowers his face to mine. When his tongue licks over my bottom lip, I shudder and turn my head to the side, letting out a whimper. The sound causes goosebumps on not just my body.
A wave of dark pleasure rolls through my body when gramps cups my jaw and pulls me back.
“Open your mouth”, he says and his voice sounds like I’ve never heard it before. Dark, demanding…dominant.
I part my lips and grandpa’s tongue snakes into my mouth to stroke mine until my eyes fall close. When we part, there is no more doubt that we both want the same.
With a growl grandpa sucks my tit into his mouth almost aggressively and I whimper.
“No, no”, I protest, the thrill of it all turning me on so much, and writhe underneath him. He ignores me and takes the other breast. I feel the cock inside my burning pussy pulsate. His mouth has swallowed almost all of my tit and his wet tongue is licking over every inch of skin it can reach. Claiming it, is what he does. I understand it; it’s fascinating how it feels to lose more and more of my body to him with each stroke.
But when his teeth bite into my sensitive flesh, I’m too inexperienced to react accordingly. Acting on instinct my hands dart down and push against his shoulders. Instantly gramps’ lets go, my tit plopping out of his mouth. One moment of checking on me, then he grabs my shirt and pulls it over my head. Quite cleverly he manages to push it over the armrest in a way that there is enough tension in the fabric to actually trap my hands in between.
“Be quite now, little slut, and it will be over soon.”
I shiver. This is so fucking hot. How many people who are into this sort of thing actually get to do it? During their first time?! I’m one lucky little slut.
Gramps starts fucking me again, still slow and deep.
“You’re so fucking wet, baby girl. Slick and tight for your grandpa.”
I shake my head and beg him to stop.
He bends over me his large hands grabbing my hair.
“Listen to your drooling cunt, how it begs me to fuck it…your bleeding little cunt…”
He grunts and gives me a hard thrust. I let out a whimper that he answers with a whispered ‘Fuck’.
And then, God, then it really starts. His big hand covers my mouth and he rests his full weight on me. The other hand slides into the hollow of my knee, pulls it up, and then, fuck, then my grandfather fucks me rough and fast.
My screams and whimpers against his hand are half act, half real. It hurts. It does feel like that fat cock is tearing me apart. I feel weak and used. And I fucking love it. So much that he doesn’t even get to do it a minute before I come again, screaming against the hand on my mouth. This climax is different from the first, even more intense. It feels like I’m coming not for me, but for him. During these seconds I feel him, him, him, so much, so deep inside me, on top of me, all around me. In a very strange, dark way, I feel complete by losing myself.
This feeling gets destroyed, however, when gramps pulls out all of a sudden, grunting loudly. Later he tells me that he’s pinching his balls to prevent climax. He’s not done with me yet.
I feel his hot, wet cock lie heavy on my belly while I calm down. Gramps is stroking, kissing and licking my skin as he pleases. While my pussy is still clenching he pushes two fingers into me once, twice, and wanders down to my asshole to push the index finger inside, claiming that hole as his, too.
“That wasn’t so bad, was it, baby? You seem to like what your grandpa is doing to you.”
A move of his hips and that big cock is back in my cunt. I moan, cock and finger giving me a new, entirely different sensation.
“You were begging for it long enough, for sure…always wearing those thin summer dresses, begging me with your eyes to bend you over and take you like the little bitch in heat you are.”
“No, no, I didn’t.”
He bends over me again, and I’m sorry to have is finger out of my ass. Gramps grabs my breast and his mouth is close to mine as he speaks.
“Don’t lie to me, baby, or I’ll have to punish you.”
A pleasent shudder runs down my spine and I realize that this is just the tip of the iceberg of my fetish.
“Next time you and I are alone in this house, I will spank the lies out of you with my belt.”
My pussy clenches with delight at this threat.
“No, please! Not the belt!”
“Then be a good girl now.”
He pushes his cock all the way into me, makes me feel its girth and hardness, and rests his full weight on me, stealing my breath. His lips are brushing over mine when he speaks.
“Let your grandpa rape you”, he whispers low and dark, and a violent shiver runs through me.
Yes. Yes, this is exactly what I want.
I let him turn me on my belly and lift my ass. I let him fuck me as hard and fast as he wants to go, making me bleed and scream into the leather. I come two more times before he follows, his thumb buried deep in my ass.
He shoots his load into my cunt without warning, without asking. He seals my hole with his cock as he ejaculates, making sure it all goes in my hungry little womb…where I need it.
This is where it ends. Carefully he pulls out, unties my hands and covers us with the blanket, hugging and kissing me with nothing but love. I am tired, sore and worn out, so I can’t believe how fast I get turned on again when gramps cups my breasts. I am more than willing when he drapes one of my legs over his hip and pushes his semi-hard cock into my burning hole. He fucks himself hard in me, and I find that unbelievably erotic. His rhythm is steady and almost tender now. When he realizes that it’s not enough to make me come he moans against my neck. But he doesn’t violate me again. Instead he uses his fingers to rub my clit until I fall apart, his hand covering my mouth again. I really like that a lot.
My pussy milks him into orgasm and happily he unloads inside me again.
“So you know I really love you”, he whispers into my ear and pulls me close again.
“I love you, too.”
We fall asleep almost immediately.
The next morning could have destroyed our family, but luck is on our side, thank God. Everyone is already out of the house when my alarm goes off. That gives grandpa enough time to come into the bathroom after I showered and fuck me roughly, me hunched over the bathtub.
I don’t clean myself after. His cum is drizzling into my panties while I have my interview, the silk of my red shirt teasing my nipples into erection.
“Don’t wear a bra”, gramps had recommended.
Oscar is staring at my breasts at the moment. There is a hunger in his eyes I wouldn’t have recognized yesterday…
