Massively Taboo 50

by Izzy Slam

  Her slick fluids coated the tip of my cock, and as I slipped inside her tunnel, I could feel how tight she was, and it made my balls draw up.

  Fuck, she was so heavenly. I knew it would take a lot of strength to not cum too fast.

  Once I was inside of her, I cupped her ass and pulled her to me. Her cunt slid over me like a glove, stopping when I felt her cherry.

  Kristin let out a slight huff, and I ran my tongue along her neck.

  “Just relax, baby. It’ll only hurt for a second.”

  She nodded and pulled in a deep breath. I moved my finger to her clit and began softly smoothing circles around it, until it swelled under my touch.

  “Yesss … don’t stop,” she murmured.

  At that point, Kristin started rocking her hips, very slowly at first but it was enough to force her cherry to wrap around the head of my cock.

  The pressure mounted, and I began to circle her clit faster.

  My sexy granddaughter rocked her hips in rhythm, huffing and moaning as I brought her to the edge of orgasm.

  Finally, I felt the release, and she let out a cry, gripping the top of my head as I plowed into the depths of her pussy.

  “Fuck yes, baby…”

  “Oooohhh,” she moaned in my ear as she hugged me tightly.

  I reached up to cup her breast with one hand, keeping my other between her legs to play with her tender bump of tissue.

  My granddaughter rocked her hips back and forth, massaging the length of my cock with her tight, wet pussy.

  When I felt her walls constrict around my girth, I knew she was about to cum.

  “Don’t stop … don’t stop…” she huffed.

  I thrust upward, grinding my dick as deep in her as I could while still diddling her clit, and seconds later, she let out a cry and squeezed me tightly.

  I kept a finger on her clit and moved my free hand to her ass, holding her steady as I fucked her deep. As soon as I felt her juices dribbling down to my balls, I blew my wad inside of her, spurting a huge load deep in her belly.

  Both of us rocked together as our orgasms made our bodies shudder. Kristin held onto me, her breasts pushing against the side of my face as I pulsed out a few more loads of my seed.

  I considered how risky it was, fucking her like this without protection. But the idea that my sweet, angelic granddaughter could get knocked up with my baby just made me want to keep fucking her every chance we got.

  Several minutes later, Kristin rolled off my lap and fell on the couch, kicking her legs into my lap. She moved her hand between her legs and swiped away the voluminous amount of cum that was drizzling down her pussy lips, all the way to her pretty ass.

  “You made me a woman, Granddaddy.”

  “Yes, I did,” I told her, smiling as I softly stroked her legs. “And I’ll make you a woman again, over and over all weekend long.”

  “I was hoping you would,” she giggled. “Maybe I should let you take me to the prom.”

  “I’ve got a tuxedo in my closet. Just say the word. I’ll make sure you have the best night of your life.”

  She sat up and threw her arms around my neck. “I know you will, Granddaddy. That’s why I love you so much.”

  I chuckled. “I love you, too, baby doll. Always and forever.”

  ~The End

  Healing the Granddaughter’s Broken Heart

  ***

  My step granddaughter is getting married today. I think she’s way too young, being only eighteen. But when I come to the wedding early to persuade her to rethink this preposterous idea, she’s face down in a bed of pillows, crying her little eyes out.

  Her fiancé has left her for another woman, and the poor thing is crushed. I could hunt down the bastard, rough him up and make him pay for hurting my grandbaby. Or—and I like this idea better—I could let my roughness out in the most tender of ways, take her innocence, and make her forget about some immature son of a bitch who doesn’t know how to treat a precious, angelic virgin who just wants to be loved.

  ~Garret

  I can’t believe my 18-year-old step granddaughter is actually planning to go through with this wedding today. She came to my house last month at damn near midnight, so excited she was bursting at the seams. Her fiancé Clyde had just proposed, and since she and I are closer than she is to her own parents, she came to tell me the good news first.

  I tried to be happy for her, but there’s just something about that boy Clyde that rubs me the wrong way. I don’t trust him. Never have. He’s got that sideways look in his eyes, like he’s up to no good but it’s you he doesn’t trust.

  Anyway, Darlene was just jumping for joy, a bright gleam in her eyes like I’d never seen. Maybe I’m not happy because I have a little thing for my baby. I know it sounds wrong but hear me out. She’s my son’s stepdaughter. He’s been married to Darlene’s mom for a few years now, and I just took to her from the start. She was always sweet to me, like the granddaughter I never had. And she seems to look up to me as her confidante, coming to me when she needs advice about her job or about the opposite sex.

  I was honest with her regarding how I felt about her engagement to Clyde. But I don’t know if I could explain myself very well. The way she was jumping up and down as she hugged me, her sexy body pressed against mine and those tight, perky tits of hers grinding on my chest as she squealed with delight. My cock sprang forward like it had a mind of its own as I imagined her squealing with delight at granddaddy Garret fucking her sweet pussy.

  Damn, I know I’m a bastard for thinking like that. But all I could muster with a hard-on was, “Honey, I just don’t think he’s the right one for you, but I’m glad you’re happy.”

  She pouted a little at the time but moved forward with her plans anyway. And here we are on her wedding day with me feeling a little jealous and a little sad that I’m losing my grandbaby. Well, not if I can help it. I’ve just pulled up at the venue where they’re tying the knot, a small privately-owned cabin with an outdoor gazebo, and I plan to talk her out of this mistake.

  I only see two cars here, one of which is Darlene’s. She had told me she would arrive early so there would be plenty of time to relax. Her best friend won’t get here until noon, which means I have two hours to change her mind.

  As I get out of my car, I see Clyde walking to his. He seems to be in a hurry, and I’m sure that Darlene scolded him for coming early to see her. Bless her heart, she’s a bit of a traditionalist like that, one of the many things I love about her.

  But when I walk inside the cabin, I hear faint crying sounds. My breath hitches in my throat, my instincts telling me something isn’t right.

  “Darlene?” I call out towards the bedroom in the corner.

  Her wails only increase in intensity when she hears my voice. Something is definitely wrong here.

  I walk to the room, and she’s lying face down in a mound of pillows on the bed, her legs kicked up and ankles crossed over her rear end. Her shoulders are shaking, so I walk to her and sit down next to her, placing a hand on her lower back.

  “Baby doll? What in the world is going on?”

  She sniffs and rolls over, her dark hair flowing out around her in a wave. She’s a mess, her eyes puffy and her makeup streaked to oblivion.

  “He … he…” she begins. But her face wrinkles and she throws her hands up, covering her face in embarrassment as she rolls into a fit of crying.

  “He what?”

  I know what; that’s the thing. Fucker dumped her, it’s plain to see. But I want to know exactly what the bastard said so I know just how hard to strangle his scrawny little neck.

  “He cheated on me!” she finally spits out. “And he …” sniff… “called the wedding off.”

  Anger rages inside of me. I don’t even need time to process what this son of a bitch did to my granddaughter. She may not be blood, but she is mine, and no one but nobody hurts her and walks away.

  I take a few calming breaths and scan my eyes up and down her body. She’s
wearing tight leggings and a tank top shirt that clings to her small frame. Without a bra on, her small round breasts are poking through the material.

  “I’m so sorry, baby.” I put my hand on her tummy. “That asshat doesn’t deserve you. What a shitty thing to do.”

  She nods as the tears pour from her blue eyes. I’m torn between wanting to wipe them away and ripping this guy from head to toe. Maybe that’s what I ought to do. Douchebag couldn’t have gotten far. I could probably run his beat-up piece of shit off the road if I left right now.

  I crack my knuckles and let out a growl. “I’ll be back in a few minutes, baby. I’m going to have a word with that piece of shit.”

  “No!” Her hand is on my arm, her face twisted in horror. “Oh my god, granddaddy. I’m embarrassed enough as it is. Please don’t make it worse. Just … stay here with me. I don’t want to be alone.”

  She sinks her teeth into her lower lip, tugging at my heartstrings. Fuck, why does she have to be so damn sexy? I scoop her up off the bed and pull her into my lap. Her arms go around my neck and she weeps some more. I feel so bad for her.

  “I never should have agreed to marry him. I should have listened to you, granddaddy. You were right about him.”

  “Oh, baby …” I say, stroking her back and trying to keep my hands off her soft, round ass. “I wish I hadn’t been right. I hate seeing you hurt like this.”

  Bold-faced lie right there. I do hate seeing her hurt, but I’m glad I was right about that pecker head. Now I can keep her all to myself. For a little while longer anyways. Until the right one does come along to steal my princess away.

  She sniffs and tightens her fingers on the neck of my shirt. “And to think, I almost gave him my virginity!”

  “I know, baby doll. I kno—”

  Wait, what? Did she just say … almost?

  My grandbaby is still … intact?

  Don’t go there, mind. Don’t go there…I chant to myself, quietly in my head. but it does no good. My cock is flooding with blood as I sit here, holding my 18-year-old virgin granddaughter in my lap.

  “He didn’t deserve to have it then, and he’ll never get it now,” she sobs.

  I clench my fists, tightening my grip on her small backside. “I’m glad you saved yourself, baby. You did the right thing.”

  I know she needs me to be strong right now.

  “I’ll probably never find a man worth giving it to. All men are all just cheating pigs!”

  I clear my throat, and Darlene lifts her head and wipes her nose with the back of her hand. “Except for you, granddaddy. You’re the only good man I know.”

  Her tongue darts to the corner of her mouth in a sensual way, though I’m sure that’s not how she means it. I’m probably going to take everything she does in a dirty way. Guess I am a pig.

  “I’m not that good, sweet pea. But I’m always good to you.” My hand slides down her leg, and Darlene’s chest quickens. “Or, at least I try to be.”

  “You are, granddaddy. That’s why you’re the only one I trust in this mad, crazy world.” She parts her legs, and my cock floods with blood. “Like, for instance, I can tell you how much I was looking forward to losing my virginity, and I know you won’t think I’m being a slut or anything.”

  A groan tries to claw its way out of my throat as she puts her hand on mine. Her eyes search my face, and all I can think is that she’s in pain, she needs me to console her. But the way she’s touching me is flipping a switch that can’t be unswitched.

  “No, baby doll. I won’t think you’re a slut at all.” I slide my hand up her thigh, my thumb just inches away from her never-been-touched pussy. “You probably got yourself all worked up, thinking about what it would be like to spread your legs.”

  Darlene’s nipples pucker under her shirt, and her belly quivers. She nods. “All girls think about it before their wedding night.”

  “As they should,” I say, moving my hand higher and brushing along the top of her mound. Fuck, I want to get these leggings off. “And I’ll bet that good for nothing, cheating piece of shit thought about popping that cherry of yours.”

  Her lids blink rapidly, and her cheeks flush. “Is that a … a thing?”

  How can I explain just how much of a thing it is? “Yes. Most men would jump at the chance to slide their hard cocks inside of a warm, tight pussy, knowing it’s never been claimed.”

  She gulps, and my cock is steel inside my pants.

  Her eyes flit to the side for a second before she brings them back to me again. “Would you, granddaddy? Jump at the chance to take a girl’s virginity?”

  Her legs open wider, and I hold back a groan. Little granddaughter of mine is trying to find out if I want her. Why don’t I just show her instead?

  I pull her hand to my crotch, let her feel my erection. As soon as I feel her touch, my cock bounces, and she huffs. No time like the present to return the favor. I slide my hand down the front of her leggings, and she actually thrusts her pelvis up to greet me. Damn, my little baby is hornier than I ever could have imagined.

  “Not only would I jump at the chance, granddaddy here is going to show you what it means to appreciate his girl, before and after destroying her little cunt.”

  Darlene gasps as my big finger pushes past her folds. Her lips are swollen, wrapping around my digit as I slide into her tight tunnel. Her hand grips my dick and pre-cum seeps out of the tip of my hardness.

  “You want to grind that pussy on my hand, baby girl?”

  She nods and flits her eyelashes. I love how innocence just oozes from her. It’s making my cock practically thrash to get free, though. Something I love so much is something I also can’t wait to take away from her. Can’t wait to claim it and destroy it all in one good fuck.

  She grips my wrist and starts humping, working her hips in a smooth back and forth. I flatten my hand, not wanting my finger to do what my cock is about to do, and her little clit rubs along the meat of my palm, her warm fluids slicking everywhere.

  “Oh,” she whimpers.

  My dick throbs painfully against her hand. At this point, she’s trying her best to massage it, but she’s too distracted by me working her over. Her nipples are like daggers clawing at her shirt, so I use my free hand to lift her top.

  She arches her back, and I flick my tongue along her bud, moving in quick circles. Her voice cracks and her body jerks. I press my palm to her pussy and feel her pearl pulse against me. Her head flips back and she releases a long moan.

  “I’m cumming, granddaddy.”

  God, the way she sounds, the way her nips are growing hard inside my mouth, it all makes me feel like I’m about to burst. I tug her other nipple past my lips and suckle her tender flesh until her thrashing slows down, telling me she’s ready for what I want to do to her next.

  I stand up and set her down in front of me. Her rosy cheeks and hungry blue eyes make me want her more. I sit on the bed in front of her and work her leggings down over her hips.

  “Fuck, baby. You’re so sexy, you make me want to get rough. Is that what you’re trying to do? Bring out the mean side of granddaddy?”

  Her tongue flicks the corner of her mouth, and she has that sweetness about her again, that innocence, like she’s no idea what I’m talking about.

  “No,” she says. “I … I just want to know what it feels like to have a real cock make me cum.”

  I growl as her bare pussy is revealed to me. “Granddaddy’s going to make sure of that, sweet pea. I’ll give you all the cums you can handle.”

  I tug her shirt off over her head, and when she’s standing before me, completely bare and looking so pretty, my needs become urgent. I can’t get my clothes off fast enough, and the way my grandbaby looks at me once I’m unclothed makes me feel like a predator standing before his prey.

  I. Will. Take. What’s. Mine.

  Darlene reaches her little hand forward and grips my shaft, giving it a light tug. Moans rumble up my throat as her palm catches my dick juice. My
balls are damn near feeling like they’re about to explode, but I also want to drag this out, make it last, enjoy every second of soiling my granddaughter’s innocence and filling her up with my old man cum.

  Hey, I’m not that old—just in my mid-fifties. My little guys could easily tag one of her eggs. And then my little girl would be nice and big and round for her grandpa. Fuck, just the hint at my girl getting preggers by my seed makes me ache. I need to soil her, starting now and starting with her mouth.

  “Time for you to wrap those lips around me, baby doll.”

  I sit down and curl a finger at my granddaughter. She drops to her knees like she was made for sucking cock, and when I spread my legs, she nestles her little body between my knees, gripping my length and turning her sweet blue eyes up at me.

  “I hope I don’t let you down, granddaddy.”

  “Oh princess. All you need to do is look at me like that, and my balls are ready to burst. You’ll do just fine.”

  I press my hand to the back of her head and pull her forward. Her lips part and she takes me inside her mouth with the hunger of a lioness. I stroke the base as she sucks softly on my mushroom head, feeling as though I could spray her tonsils with the force of a fire hose. That’s how hard up I am for her tender, tight hole. But lord knows I want to save my seed for her sweet pussy.

  I watch her lips as they move along my shaft, leaving a slick sheen behind. I grip her head and pull her down to my root, and my head rubs along her throat, making me grow harder. She mews and lets out a small gag, and so I pull out slightly, letting her take a breath before going back in. I don’t want to overwhelm her, so I wrap her long, dark hair around my fist and work her mouth over my crown, forcing her to concentrate on that sensitive area.

  “Fuck, baby. You suck your old granddaddy’s cock like you’re addicted to it. And I know you like it, too, don’t you?”

  I reach down and twist one of her nipples, and she huffs as she nods.

  I don’t know how much longer I can wait.

  ~Darlene