Massively Taboo 50

by Izzy Slam

  “My phone?” she shrieked.

  I held up a hand to silence her. “Your dad has turned off your phone for the time being, and my internet is password protected. So the only means you have of communicating is with this phone that I will let you temporarily borrow.”

  I held up a cheap smartphone I had picked up just for Monica to use as leverage and waved it in the air.

  Her mouth fell open and she quickly snatched up her phone, furiously tapping away at it for several seconds before finally saying, “Oh my god. You’re right.”

  Her face turned red as she tossed it aside. “This is such bullshit.”

  I held up a finger. “Attitude adjustments also involve my hand and your bottom. So don’t test me, sweetheart. You follow the rules, and you get this phone from twelve to nine, every day. Break the rules, you don’t get your phone. After nine, you can watch television, read, listen to music, hang out with me, whatever.”

  She crossed her arms over her chest and sat still as I went over the remaining rules, which basically resulted in a spanking and loss of phone if she broke any of them. We were two hours away from her hometown, so hanging out with her friends or boyfriend wasn’t even an option.

  When I was finished, I asked her if she had any questions. She shook her head slowly, keeping her gaze pointed all the way across the room. I told her she was dismissed, instructing her to be back here at seven o’clock for supper.

  She stomped off, and I watched her cute little bottom wiggle until she was out of sight. Hers would be a fun ass to spank. Nice and cushiony. My hand got a little twitchy just thinking about it. Not in a perverted way. Just in an antsy way. It had been a while since I had been able to discipline. It was in my blood, and now that my naughty step granddaughter was here, I knew she’d act up and do something to earn a red bottom. It was in her blood. I could practically smell it.

  Monica was quiet through dinner. I could tell she was doing her best to be on good behavior. Taking away a teenager’s phone these days is like removing a part of their soul. She’d learn, though. The easy way or the hard way.

  “There are a lot of fun things to do around here,” I told Monica as she cleared the table. “There’s an amphitheater if you like concerts. Lake Darden is less than an hour away. Or if you want me to take you to the mall for a little shopping, I can do that, too. I’ll even give you some money.”

  “Can I have my phone past nine tonight? I never got it from you this afternoon.”

  “You walked off without asking for it.” I picked it up off the counter and passed it her way. “And no, you can’t keep it late tonight. I need you to bring it back to me by nine o’clock.”

  Her nostrils flared as she bit her lower lip. She was really struggling to not mouth off, and it almost made me chuckle.

  “What do you say?”

  “Thank you,” she grumbled.

  Well, it was better than nothing.

  Monica helped me wash and dry the dishes before heading back to her room. And all I could do was wonder how long it would take her to slip up. I never expected it to be as soon as it was.

  ***

  Monica was a good girl, bringing me the phone promptly at nine. I asked her if she wanted to watch a movie with me, but she declined, opting instead to sit at the kitchen table and flip through some magazines. Around 11:00, she walked down the hall and told me she was going to bed.

  I knew as soon as she said it she was up to no good. It was the elevated pitch in her voice. I had raised two girls. I had this shit down to a science.

  “Night, sweetheart. I’ll be waking you up bright and early for your chores, so make sure you get a good night’s rest.”

  She nodded and walked off. I gave her a few minutes before heading down the hall and pressing my ear to the door. I could hear the faint squeak of a window opening, followed by the sounds of giggling.

  Just who the fuck was she giggling with?

  But then a thump and a grunt made me jump. Oh, hell no.

  I opened the door, expecting to find a boy in her room. But what I saw was so much more entertaining. The small lamp next to her bed was still on, so I sure got an eyeful.

  She was halfway out the window, the bottom sash resting on her back. Through the dark glass, I caught the outline of a guy, probably her boyfriend who’d made the journey up here this evening.

  Monica swiveled her head around to look at me, just as he ran off.

  “Wait!” she called out. “Don’t fucking leave me here!”

  I rubbed my hands together as she spun to look at me again. Her head dropped down and she tried wiggling her lower body out of the window. But it had obviously malfunctioned and fallen on her.

  “You okay, Monica?”

  She let out a growl. “Yes, I’m fine. Get me the fuck out of here.”

  I took a step back, a little shocked at her rudeness. “Excuse me? You want to rephrase that, sweetheart?”

  She huffed. “I said, get me the fuck out of this window.”

  I stepped forward, placed my hand on the small of her back. “Are you getting an attitude with me because you’re injured?”

  I could tell she wasn’t, but I wanted to make sure because I was about to deliver one of my promised spankings right here, right now.

  She huffed. “No, I’m not injured, Granddaddy. I’m fucking stuck in your fucking window!”

  She did sound freaked out. But with that attitude she was currently sporting, my granddaughter was about to get more freaked out. Just as soon as my hand met her ass.

  “You know, you’re being awfully disrespectful for someone who broke the rules and got caught. Seems to me you ought to be apologizing, trying to make amends for your behavior. Not digging yourself a deeper hole.”

  She shook her head and gripped the outer edge of the window. “Well, I think you should be apologizing to me for holding me hostage here. I’m eighteen years old. I don’t need anyone’s permission to go out.”

  I glanced down at her bottom, nice and round and waiting for a wallop. “Maybe if you acted with a little more maturity, we wouldn’t have to hold you hostage here, Monica. You’ve broken multiple rules in one fell swoop. You know what that means.”

  I didn’t even wait for a response. I stood behind her, unbuttoned her shorts, and pulled them down the swell of her ass.

  “What are you doing?” she shrilled, shuffling her feet side to side. As if that would stop me.

  “Giving you a spanking.” I grabbed the waist of her panties and tugged them down because I only gave bare-bottom spankings.

  And when I saw Monica’s creamy globes, my heart skipped a beat or two.

  Damn. I don’t think I had ever seen a finer ass in all my fifty-seven years. So round and thick and creamy. Blood immediately raced through my cock, and it became engorged in a matter of seconds.

  “Granddaddy!” she yelled. “This is wrong!”

  Oh, I knew she was right. Nothing about this was right. Not me looking at her ass and thinking about how I couldn’t wait to spank it sexually, and certainly not the way I was getting erect as I stared at it.

  “Rules are rules, sweetheart.”

  My right hand twitched. I placed my left palm on the small of her back and gently ran my hand over her cheeks.

  Fuuuuuck, her skin was so soft, her ass so full. I squeezed her bottom and Monica let out a grunt, her head twisted around as she watched me.

  “Granddaddy,” she said, her voice now softer, calmer. But only because I hadn’t swatted her just yet.

  I popped her on the right cheek and she jumped. Her flesh jiggled just like I knew it would, making me stiffer.

  I popped her again, this time on the other side, and she yelped.

  “Stop it!”

  She stood on her tip-toes as I delivered a series of slaps to her ass, watching her bottom turn a bright shade of crimson red, enjoying the way the fat on her bottom shimmied and shaked, turning me into a sex-crazed beast.

  Monica cried out with each slap,
dancing on her toes like she couldn’t take it any longer.

  I cupped the bottom of her right cheek and gave it a shake. She kept her head turned in my direction, but she sure wasn’t fighting me. In fact, her body had relaxed.

  I moved directly behind her and knelt down, running my hands over her reddened flesh.

  “What … what are you doing?” she questioned, her voice curious, soft.

  I gently pulled her cheeks apart, exposing her pretty, tight rose. Fuck, it looked so sexy.

  I spat on my finger and gently probed it, glancing upward to see how she would react.

  I heard her let out a muffled grunt. But then she arched her back, opening up her bottom to me in a way that only left one interpretation.

  I pushed inside her forbidden entrance, just to the first knuckle. My cock twitched and grew. Her tightness gripped me and tried sucking me in, but I only wanted to tease her. Hell, I was just going with the flow here because everything about my granddaughter’s ass was calling to me.

  Just then, a bag on the floor caught my attention. Hesitantly, I removed my finger from Monica’s bottom and unzipped the bag.

  “Granddaddy…” Monica said, wiggling her ass like she wanted more.

  “What’s in here?” I asked.

  But my question was answered immediately when I saw what was inside. She had packed an array of sex toys: dildos, vibrators, anal beads, and lube.

  Good god. My granddaughter was a horny, kinky little thing.

  Luckily for her, so was I.

  “What do we have here?” I announced, lifting up the beads.

  “Granddaddy,” she said. “I … I”

  “I know, sweetheart. You want to have an anal orgasm. I get it.” I could do that for her. “And you’re so horny, you don’t care if it’s your big, mean old Granddaddy who makes you cum. Does that about sum it up?”

  I toyed with her anus again. She moaned and jutted out her ass.

  Just as I thought.

  I picked up the bottle of lube and dripped some down her pretty rose. She started rocking her hips as I began to push the beads in her ass. It had been a while since I had used these, but it was like getting right back on a bike.

  Once they were buried inside her sexy bottom, I moved my left hand to her pussy. Thick mucus lined her folds, and I sank two full fingers inside of her, feeling her walls grip me all the way in.

  “Mmm, sweetheart. You’re so wet.”

  I pumped my digits inside of her for several seconds before coming out and teasing her clit.

  She let out a soft cry and began rolling her hips as I diddled her swollen tissue.

  I kept my gaze on her round ass, then leaned forward and planted a few kisses along her soft flesh, trailing my tongue in circles as I rubbed her hard clit.

  Her thighs started shaking, so I began pulling out the beads, one by one, nice and slow.

  “You’ve got ten beads, baby. Cum for Granddaddy by the tenth one so I can put you on my bed and fuck you properly.”

  “Oh god…” she murmured.

  I lightly bit her flesh, circling her clit, dipping into her wet pussy here and there to keep the tip of my finger nice and slick with her juices. And I just kept pop-pop-popping those beads out of her ass.

  I looked at her tight ring, watching it blow me kisses as the beads came out, keeping the pad of my finger directly over her clit the whole time. By the eighth bead, she was squeezing her ass cheeks together rhythmically, by the ninth, her pussy was dripping on my hand.

  And by the time I pulled out that tenth bead nice and slow, her body shook and her ass danced for me as she came.

  “Yes! Oh yes!” she cried out.

  I was sure she’d wake the neighborhood, but I didn’t give a fuck.

  I licked her ass cheeks as she came, swirling her little clit round and round until she started huffing for me to stop.

  Since I was hard as a fucking rock, I needed to bury my dick in something balls deep. And I wanted it to be inside that bratty mouth of my granddaughter’s.

  I lifted the window sill and pulled her back inside. When I spun her around, her face was beet red. She looked down, as if she were ashamed of what had just happened.

  I stroked her face and lifted her chin. “No need to be embarrassed, sweetheart. It’s not your fault you get horny when spanked.” She looked up at me and bit her lip. “And I did kind of force that orgasm on you.”

  She gulped and moved her gaze to my lips. “I was such a bitch, though.”

  I chuckled and fisted her hair in my hands. “Well, why don’t you make it up to me by getting on your knees and sucking my cock?”

  Her eyes danced, and she licked her lips. She also dropped to her knees as I undid my belt and let my pants fall to the floor.

  My dick was raring to go, and it pointed right at my granddaughter as she peered up at me.

  “Do you enjoy sucking cock, Monica?”

  She gripped the base of my length and began stroking up and down, very slowly. Her fingers looked so delicate on my steely flesh. “I actually love sucking cock, Granddaddy. Are you sure this is okay?”

  I gripped the sides of her head and nodded. “Yes, sweetheart. I’m absolutely certain it’s perfectly fine. You suck my cock, I lick your pussy. We both have a few earth-shattering orgasms. No one needs to know a thing.”

  Her expression was one of eagerness just then. I knew she’d get hot all over again at the mention of me licking her pussy.

  She stuck out her tongue and dragged it along the base of my cock, keeping her eyes lifted at me.

  I groaned, tightening my fists in her hair as she licked my balls, then came back up to slurp the pre-cum dribbling out of my slit.

  “Mm, that’s it, sweet pea. You know how to make your old Granddaddy feel good.”

  She smiled and wrapped her lips around my crown, tugging me deep inside her mouth. My cock got pulled to the back of her throat, and I let my head fall back, moaning in pleasure.

  My horny, slutty girl tightened her lips around my shaft and bobbed her head up and down my cock. I visualized the way her asshole had looked when she was cumming, and it made my dick throb inside her mouth.

  Her saliva coated my length, and the sounds of her sucking combined with the skill with which she was blowing me made my balls start to boil with cum. I pumped my hips back and forth, forcing my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth.

  Monica let out these tiny little grunts as she fondled my balls. “Fuck, get ready for Granddaddy’s cum, sweetheart.”

  I plunged balls deep and looked down at her. Tears began to stream down her cheeks, but her lips looked so fucking sexy puffed up against my tuft of hair.

  I emptied myself in her mouth, my cum spurting out with immense force. But my granddaughter swallowed every little bit. She coughed a few times, and I pulled out an inch or so to give her a chance to breathe.

  I rolled my hips in a small circle, and she worked her tongue along the base of my shaft, massaging out the last few squirts from my slit.

  “Damn it, baby. I’m ready to lick that pussy now that my dick is nice and empty.”

  I pulled her to a standing position, and she whipped off her top. “What about my titties, Granddaddy?”

  She pressed her creamy mounds together, and my cock immediately started to recharge. She wasn’t huge by any means, I’d say a B-cup, but her nipples looked delectable, and they were already hard.

  “I won’t forget those tits, either.”

  I sat down on the bed and pulled her close, telling her to straddle me. She spread her legs wide and sat in my lap before wrapping her arms around my neck. I ran my thumbs over her buds and watched them go erect right in front of my eyes, turning a dark shade of dusty pink.

  “I’m sorry I was so rude, Granddaddy.”

  “It’s all right, sweetie. I knew a spanking would fix you right up. Who knew it would fix me right up, too?”

  I grazed my tongue along her pert breasts as she ran her fingers through my black a
nd silver hair. I suckled on her nipple, listening to the sounds of her breathing increase. I moved my free hand between her legs and rolled my finger over her clit, forcing Monica to huff and buck her hips.

  I stood up and laid her down on the bed, pushing her back to the pillows and watching the look of desire spread across her face.

  “I might act up more often if this is what I can expect.”

  I pushed her thighs open and looked at her pussy, then dragged my fingers down her swollen lips. “I think if you do that, you may get more than you bargained for.”

  She giggled, then let out a hiss as I pulled her lips apart, exposing her delicate folds and what was inside: a perfectly large clit that was already twitching for me.

  I trailed my tongue in circles over the bump of tissue, feeling it pulse with each lap.

  “Mm, yessss,” she murmured.

  My cock slowly began to harden again as I licked her pussy, tasted her thick juices. I inserted a finger inside her tunnel, then another as she rocked her hips up to meet me.

  I pumped both fingers in and out as she rubbed against me, and I flicked her bean until her huffs came out in quick bursts.

  “Oh yeah,” she yipped. “Don’t stop!”

  I didn’t plan to. I wanted to feel her orgasm because I was ready to go again, and I couldn’t wait to fuck that wet pussy of hers.

  I wiggled the tip of my tongue rapidly over her clit until I felt her walls shrink around my fingers. Her pearl did a happy dance, and I couldn’t resist sucking it past my lips. I felt it convulse in my mouth as she fisted my hair and squealed like a baby pig.

  “Fuck! Oh fuck, fuck!” she cried out.

  I smiled, glancing up at her holding onto her tits and rolling around her nipples. Her legs shook as I eased up on the lady BJ I was giving her, knowing she was close to pushing me away.

  I withdrew my fingers from her pussy and reached up to her tits to rub her juices all over her nipples. I then moved on top of her before licking her tits clean.

  “God, I need your cock in me, Granddaddy. Now,” she begged, wrapping her legs around my waist.

  “You’re about to get the fucking of your life,” I said, licking her cum off my lips.