by Izzy Slam
But who wouldn’t be too young forever…
“Well, I’m glad you like having a papa,” I said, stepping close to her. “Do you need any help unpacking or getting settled in? You want me to bring you something to drink, or a snack?”
She flashed that million-dollar smile and brushed her hair to the side. “That’s okay. I think I just want to lie down for a little while. It was a long flight.”
“Of course. Feel free to use the closet and dresser for your clothes. Bathroom’s across the hall. And we’ll come and get you when it’s time to eat.”
“Thanks, Papa,” she said.
I winked at her again and pulled the door closed.
This was going to be a long, rough week.
***
“Your home is lovely, George. And Clarisse and I want to thank you for welcoming us here so lovingly.”
“You’re family now. I can’t imagine treating you any other way.”
Martina took a sip of her wine as we ate dinner. I could tell everyone was tired from their long day, but I wanted to learn more about my sexy granddaughter.
“So, Clarisse. What’s high school like these days? When I was young, we used to cut classes and smoke cigarettes behind the gym. I hope your friends aren’t as stupid as I was.”
She covered her mouth as she giggled. “No. I don’t think any of my friends ever cut class, and no one I hung out with smoked. And, I graduated with a 4.0 GPA, so I must have done something right.”
I damn near dropped my fork right there. “You graduated?”
She nodded and licked her lips. “Yes sir. Just a few months ago. Summa cum laude.”
“That’s amazing. Smart as a whip, huh? So, are you starting college in the fall?”
Her mother shifted in her seat and cleared her throat. And I felt some tension spill from Clarisse. “Not exactly. I need some time off, to take a break from the constant studying. Mom isn’t too happy about it.”
“She’s eighteen, and there’s nothing I can do about it, but I just want her to get a good education and not get too used to not studying.”
All I heard was blah blah blah after “she’s eighteen.” And I wanted to come up with a plan to get my granddaughter alone so I could feel the soft curves of that ass in my hands, make her feel as lovely as she looked, and as hot as she made me feel.
I looked at Clarisse just then, and she pulled a bite of chicken off her fork, giving me an innocent smile that made my cock throb.
And that’s when I came up with the perfect idea. I would convince Dustin and Martina to take a little honeymoon at the local Bed and Breakfast.
And leave Clarisse here with me.
***
The next day, I overheard Martina talking to Clarisse in the guest room, and I wanted to hear every word.
“Are you sure you don’t mind Dustin and I leaving you here alone?”
“Mom, it’s fine. I want you to go. Besides, I won’t be alone. And I really like Papa a lot. I want to spend time with him. Your dad died before I was born, so it’s like I have my very own granddaddy now to bond with.”
“Papa? You call him that?”
“Yeah. He asked me to, and I want to.”
A pause. “That is … so sweet!” I heard the two of them giggle. “Well, okay. I just wanted to be sure you weren’t uncomfortable being left alone with him.”
“I think he’s really cool, Mom. Don’t you?”
“Oh god, yes. And he’s so attractive. Looks so much like Dustin. Guess that’s what I have to look forward to, huh?”
“Yes,” Clarisse laughed. “I thought it was just me. But he is really hot for an older man.”
More snickering. “Don’t get too carried away. If something happens to Dustin, I’m sinking my claws into that father-in-law of mine.”
“Mom!” Clarisse laughed. “You are too much!”
“I’m teasing. Seriously, though, he seems like a good man.”
“Yes, he does. The kind of man I hope to meet someday … and give my virginity to.”
Oh Jesus. Did she just say … she was a virgin?
“I’m so proud of you for saving yourself for the right man, honey. Not a lot of women like that left in the world.”
Oh god. My dick started to hum and pulse.
“Well, Dustin and I better get out of here. You’ve got the number where we’re staying in case you need anything at all and can’t reach us on our cell phones.”
“Love you, Mom. And don’t worry. I’ll be fine.”
I darted back into the master bedroom to try and get rid of this erection in my pants.
My granddaughter was an 18-year-old virgin, and she thought I was hot. And I was going to be alone with her for the next few days.
She.
Would.
Be.
Mine.
***
As soon as my son and Martina were gone, I poked my head in Clarisse’s room. She was lying on her bed with her feet propped up, reading what looked to be a textbook. “You want to sit around here all day or go somewhere?”
She smiled and sat up. “I’d love to go somewhere.”
She had on a different pair of leggings today, so I told her to change into shorts and meet me in the kitchen.
I threw together a few sandwiches, grabbed several bags of chips and plenty of bottled water, and by the time I was finished, Clarisse was waiting.
Fuck me senseless. She had pulled her hair into two ponytails near the back and brushed her face with just a little bit of makeup. Her jean shorts were short enough to give a dead man a boner, and her tank top showed off her ample chest.
Dearie me, I was royally fucked. Trying to keep myself from getting an erection would present some challenges.
“Can I help with anything, Papa?”
I shook away the dirty thoughts and passed her one of the coolers. “You can take this, and I’ll get the sandwiches. I hope you like ham and cheese.”
“Love it. Are we going on a picnic?”
“Sure are. There’s a park not far from here with a pond and tons of picnic tables. After that, we’ll drive around and see what trouble we can get into.”
She laughed and put her hand on my arm, giving it a light squeeze. “You’d better not get us into too much trouble. I’m young and innocent, you know.”
Did I ever. “Of course, sweetie. I was only kidding. The craziest thing we’ll do today will involve chocolate ice cream.”
“Oooh, that sounds yummy.”
God, she sounded yummy. And I did plan to get her into trouble. Maybe not today, but soon. As much trouble as a sexy 18-year-old girl could get into riding her granddaddy’s big, old meat stick and cumming all over my cock.
Thirty minutes later, we were at the park. I watched Clarisse’s ass wiggle and bounce and those cute ponytails sway back and forth as we walked down the steep hill to the small pond. Luckily, I had a towel in the car, and we used that to spread out over the table.
She was looking at me pretty hard while we ate. But every time I glanced her way, she’d flit her eyes towards the pond. Her cheeks were taking on that rosy tone again that made her so damn cute.
“So, Clarisse, do you have a love interest back home?”
“No. I had a boyfriend, but we didn’t have a lot in common, so I broke it off. What about you?” She asked, smirking.
“No, I don’t have a boyfriend either.”
Her mouth fell open, and when she realized I was kidding, she started laughing.
We chatted some more, and I learned what her favorite subjects in school were. I also learned that she wanted to get a degree in English and teach college. She had ambitions, I had to give her that.
We walked around the pond, and when Clarisse saw a baby turtle swimming, she started walking to the edge of the water. I stayed close by, which was a good thing because she hit a soft spot of mud and almost slipped down the hill.
I grabbed her just in time and pulled her to my body, a little harder than I int
ended. She cried out and threw her hands on my chest, sucking in a rushed breath as she bore those green eyes deep into mine.
Her tits were squished up against my chest, and my hand was pressed down on her lower back. My dick got hard in less than a second, and I think she must have felt it because she let out the softest moan, then said, “Papa, oh god. Thank you for catching me.”
“Sure. Tragedy diverted,” I said, still holding her soft body tightly to mine.
“Um, I think you can let me go now.”
“Oh, shit!” I blurted, letting my hands fall to the side. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. Been a long time since I hugged a pretty girl.”
I let out a nervous laugh and couldn’t believe I actually said that out loud. But Clarisse giggled in her cute way and said, “Well, it’s been a long time since I’ve been hugged by a hot older guy.”
I smiled at the compliment, then told her I heard two hot fudge sundaes calling our names.
She agreed, so we left the park and headed to the other end of town where the dessert bar was. I took her on a tour along the way, showing her the house I grew up in and the high school I went to. Less than an hour later, we were seated outside, eating hot fudge sundaes and quoting lines from some of our favorite comedies. We actually shared similar interests when it came to flicks, which was pretty impressive given our age difference. But I had always enjoyed movies that appealed to the younger crowd.
When we were finished, we got back in the car with every intention of heading to the grocery store to pick up things for dinner. Clarisse said she wanted to bake some fish for me, and I wasn’t going to argue with her. I hadn’t had a home-cooked meal from a woman in ages.
But when she reached over to put on her seatbelt, I saw those nipples of hers straining against the fabric of her shirt, and my eyeballs popped in their sockets. My other balls were about to pop with cum, but that was a different subject.
She looked down to clasp the belt, and that’s when I saw the chocolate in the corner of her mouth.
“Oh, you left a little bit of ice cream behind,” I said, reaching over to wipe it away with my thumb.
Clarisse lifted her head for me, and the second my thumb swiped away the sticky chocolate, she parted her lips and sucked the tip of my digit into her mouth.
My eyes widened, and blood started pumping through my dick. I was about to get another hard-on, right here in this car where it would be impossible to hide.
But wait a damn minute. My granddaughter just sucked my thumb into her mouth. Did I really need to hide a hard on?
Her tongue worked me in slow circles as she sucked to remove the chocolate, her sexy face smiling demurely. I didn’t want to get the wrong impression here, but I was pretty sure she wanted me.
I blew out a slow breath through pursed lips and cupped my quickly growing package with my hand, pushing down my dick without even thinking.
Clarisse darted her gaze to my lap and popped her lips off my thumb.
“Sorry, Papa. I … probably shouldn’t have done that.”
Her face turned red, and she squirmed in her seat, clamping her legs together.
“It’s okay, baby doll,” I told her, turning her face back in my direction. “I think you might have some on this side, too.”
I wiped the other corner of her mouth, and she opened her lips again, this time sticking out her tongue and flicking it right along my knuckle. I pushed my finger in her mouth, and her cheeks hollowed as she began to suck.
“Oh, sweetheart…” I whispered.
Clarisse moved her tongue all over my thumb while keeping her eyes on me.
I felt the pressure inside her mouth as she sucked me, the roof of her mouth and all the way to the back of her throat. This sexy little virgin was making me harder than I’d been in a while.
A small smile appeared on her face as she released my thumb. My cock was aching to be released. “You’ve got some good oral skills there, sweetheart. But Papa does too.” I placed my hand on her leg, felt her smooth skin as I traveled upwards. “If you’d like to find out, that is…”
Everything in me wanted to toss her in the back seat of my car, rip off those clothes, and lick every inch of her body before shoving my dick in her cunt. What can I say? I’m a little on the rough side.
But I wanted to be sure she wanted it too. Wanted me. Wanted what I could do to her and wanted me to take that innocence.
Clarisse licked her lips and nodded her head. She glanced down at my crotch again and I’m sure got an eyeful of what a raging cock trapped underneath denim looked like. I moved my hand to the crotch of her cotton shorts and she parted them slightly, like she was still a little unsure.
But the heat emanating from her pussy told me that part of her wasn’t conflicted one little bit.
Her chest rose and fall as her breathing quickened, and I softly ran the tips of my fingers over her heat. Her belly tightened and her eyes fluttered closed. She let out a soft moan, and my cock twitched inside my pants.
I wondered how wet she was, and even though we were in a public parking lot half an hour from my house, I wanted to feel that pussy on my fingers.
“Will you let me inside your shorts, baby?”
She lifted her shirt slightly, and I slipped my hand through the elastic waistband. Her panties were stuck to her, and the backs of my knuckles felt the sticky wetness against the cotton, forcing a growl from deep in my throat.
“Do you always get this wet?”
She looked at me with a mixture of fear and desire. “I’ve never been with anyone. So, I don’t know.”
“You’ve never slept with anyone?” I asked, playing dumb.
She shook her head and I slipped my fingers past her folds.
She bit her lip.
“And you’ve never been fingered, or anything?”
She shrugged. “Not by anyone but me.”
Jesus. She really was pure. Oh god, how I wanted to wreck that pussy.
I pushed the tip of my pointer inside her, feeling how tight she was.
She groaned and gently raised her hips off the seat. I glanced at her tits, noticing her nipples were hard little pebbles pushing through the material. I wanted to lick them. Definitely couldn’t do that here.
I rubbed my cock through my jeans, Clarisse watching me as her face turned redder. I pulled my finger out and circled her clit, watching my hand move around under her shorts, hidden.
“Oooohhhh…” she purred, thrusting up again.
I picked up her hand and put it on my cock, feeling it jump at her touch. “Papa is so hard for you, sweetheart.”
She panted as she gripped my length through the thick fabric, massaging and rubbing until I felt like I would burst.
“I’m taking you home. Only so much teasing I can take.”
She bit her lower lip and nodded.
I pulled my hand out from her shorts and tasted her on my finger. Her eyes lifted, and she smiled, flitting the tip of her tongue along the corner of her mouth.
“Delicious,” I said. “And I can’t wait to taste you when we get home.”
***
I didn’t give Clarisse a chance to get out of my sight. As soon as we were inside the front door, I pulled her into my arms and ran my hands down her back, the strands of her ponytails running along my palms.
She pulled in a rush of air and batted her eyes at me.
“You are so beautiful,” I told her. “So fucking sexy, too.”
Her hands wandered up my chest and her eyes were staring at my lips. I leaned down and kissed her, and she was receptive, darting her tongue inside my mouth in a flash.
She was bringing my erection back to life. Not that it ever completely went away. But it was starting to get painful.
“You’re sexy too, Papa. I can’t believe how much I want you. But … is this a good idea? I mean, you’re my family now.”
I let my hands come around to the front of her curvaceous body and lightly cupped her tits. Oh damn, they were nice. I
ran my thumbs over the center of them, and I felt her nipples harden after several seconds. She let out a soft squeak of pleasure.
“I know we’re family, sweetie. But I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you. Hell, I’ll admit it. Papa needs you.” I reached down to her ass and grabbed it, pulling her to me so she could feel how hard I was. She let out huff. “And Papa’s big dick needs you, too. I’ll lick that pussy of yours so good, and no one has to know a thing. We’ll keep it just between us.”
I nibbled on her neck some, kissing and licking, biting and sucking. She purred and started grinding her hips against my rigid cock, making me leak in my underwear.
I couldn’t wait. I was about to burst. I lifted her up and carried her down the hall. She giggled and held onto me tightly. I kept myself in good shape, and I was glad. Clarisse seemed to melt in my arms as I made a beeline for my bedroom.
I couldn’t wait to drag my tongue through her innocence, flick her bean and make her cum, then pound that tight pussy, staking my claim and making her mine.
I set her down and sat on the bed with her in front of me.
“Take your clothes off for me, baby doll.”
I waited for her reaction, and the soft smile she gave me let me know she liked being told what to do.
Her top was the first to go, followed by her lace-covered bra. Her breasts were perfect. Sexy and round and covered with pretty pink points for nipples.
I shook my head and looked her in the eyes. “I’m not sure I deserve something as perfect as you, Clarisse. But I’m going to make sure you know how appreciative I am of your body.”
She smiled and stepped between my legs, putting her hands on my shoulder. “I’m nervous, Papa. Take my shorts off for me, please?”
“With pleasure.” I gripped the top of her waistband and leaned forward, flicking my tongue along her pretty pink buds as I slid those suckers down over her round hips.
“Mm, that feels … amazing,” she murmured.
Her nipple turned hard as I suckled it gently. I felt her step out of her shorts as I moved to her other breast, pulling her nipple past my lips and going delirious at how fucking hot I was for her.
My cock was banging to get out of my pants, but I just needed to touch my pretty granddaughter between her legs real quick before getting undressed.
