by Izzy Slam
But as I stood in front of his office, with my hand hovering in front of the door, I heard a few giggles. I paused, leaned in, and heard it again. Okay, it was probably just a student. No need for me to shy away. I knocked on the door and the giggling stopped. Seconds later, my step grandfather opened the door with a broad smile across his face. He seemed to light up when he saw me.
“Mandy! I’m so happy to see you! Come on in.”
When I walked inside his office, I could see two girls sitting in front of his desk. They both twisted their heads in my direction and looked me up and down with curiosity. I think they were seniors because they looked slightly older than me.
“Ladies, one of my students is here, so I’m afraid our time is up for today. Please come back tomorrow, same time.”
“It’s no problem,” the blond girl said.
They both stood and gave him an extended hug. And I waited there like a bump on a log for an uncomfortable length of time, watching the old man practically grope them right in front of me. I wasn’t quite sure what was going on, but this all seemed very weird. It was obvious they were flirting with him, which I could understand. I mean he was hot. But still. Right in front of me?
“See you tomorrow,” they smiled and waved as they left.
As soon as we were alone, he closed the door and sat back down at his desk, pointing at the chair across from him and gesturing for me to sit down.
“I was pleasantly surprised to see you in my class this morning. I didn’t know you were taking human sexuality.”
“That makes two of us. I mean, I was surprised to see you teaching it.”
“It was a sudden decision. The school called me late last night and asked if I would be willing to take over the class for Dr. Waters. Anyway, what brings you here?”
“Actually, I hate to say this, but I need to drop the class. And I need your signature to do it.”
Granddaddy furrowed his brow and glared at the card as I passed it his way. “You want to drop one of the most sought-after classes at this university? As of this semester, there’s a wait list to get in.”
“Yeah, well, I have another course that I need to take. English composition. I’m really going need it for my major.”
He leaned back in his chair and folded his hands behind his head. I hugged my bookbag to my chest as he licked his lips, seemingly deep in thought.
“What’s going on, Mandy? What is this really about?”
Jesus, was he really going to do this? Did he want to make this weirder than it already was? I chewed on the inside of my lip as I thought of how to dodge the question.
“Nothing. I really just need to take this English comp course. And it just so happens to coincide with your class.”
He stood up and walked around to the front of the desk and sat down in front of me, clasping his fingers right over his crotch. Feeling my face heat, I looked away in shame.
“I think it’s more than that. I think that maybe you’re embarrassed to be taking this class from a family member.”
“Hm-mmm, nope. It’s not that. Not at all. I was looking forward to taking this class until I realized that English composition was a prerequisite for another one I need to take next semester. That’s it, honestly.”
I looked up at him, and those dark green eyes of his pierced right through me. It was as though he could read my mind. Like he could see the innermost parts of me. My deepest desires.
Like he wasn’t buying any of my bullshit.
He slowly licked his lips and floated his gaze around the room. “You know, I really would have expected someone from your generation to be more open about all of this. You seem to be … uptight. Why are you so uptight, Mandy?”
I forced a smile and squirmed in place. “I’m not uptight. I don’t know what you mean.”
With a smirk on his face, he spun around and picked up a dirty magazine off the top of the desk before tossing it in my lap. On the cover was a naked woman cupping her enormous breasts while straddling the arm of a leather sofa. I felt the faintest stirrings of desire as an image immediately came to mind: one of granddaddy thumbing through this magazine while stroking himself. And it made me wet.
Fucking hell. That mental image made me hot all over, making me blush and squirm in my chair.
“How does that picture make you feel, Mandy?”
“She’s pretty.”
He chuckled. “Yes, she is, but that’s not what I asked. How does it make you feel?”
“I’m not sure how that’s relevant?” All I wanted was to drop this class. But he was turning this into some type of therapy session, probing the sexual part of my brain.
“It’s relevant because I’m trying to understand why you want to drop this class, my dear granddaughter.”
I swallowed hard as I looked up at him. He was not going to let me out of this easily.
“My job here is to educate. To inform. To raise the level of awareness of our society’s sexual behaviors and beliefs. To make my students better people. To help them function in the real world. It’s not about cracking open a textbook, memorizing words and concepts. and regurgitating that information on a test.”
He paused and stood up, walked behind me, and placed his hands softly on my shoulders. “I know some of these concepts might be difficult for you, Mandy. And since I’m your stepdad’s father, this may seem a little awkward. But you deserve to learn this from someone who is highly knowledgeable, as I am.”
His fingers slowly floated down the front of my chest, Sneaking through the top of my shirt. What the hell was his deal? My heart raced and my skin tingled. I held my breath as he continued.
“I’d like to run a quick test by you, see if we can’t break through those walls of yours.”
“What? What walls?”
He chuckled again. “It’s my prediction that you’re sexually aroused right now. Prove to me that you’re not, and I’ll be happy to sign your drop slip.”
I nearly fell out of my chair. Was he serious? How the fuck was I supposed to prove that? Especially given that I was sexually aroused. I stood up and spun around to face him, slinging my bookbag over my shoulder.
“This is ridiculous. Of course I’m not sexually aroused. Now please just sign the slip so I can get out of here.”
He showed that smirk of his again. He stepped toward me and brushed his thumb along my lips. My heart pounded in my chest. I became dizzy. And heat bloomed between my legs.
“Then prove it, Mandy.”
“How?” I blurted, feeling increasingly frustrated. Increasingly horny. Increasingly confused as fuck.
Without saying a word, he placed his hands on my shoulders and turned my back to him. He then slid my backpack down the length of my arm and set it in the chair. I was speechless and quickly becoming helpless to stop whatever was happening here.
And I knew I should stop it.
Granddaddy leaned forward and wrapped his arms around my chest. I could feel his breath on my neck.
“Do you know what those women were doing in here, baby girl?”
“I can take a guess. Flirting for an A?”
He laughed softly. “Wrong. One of them was in my biology class last semester, and she made a “C” because she missed a test and didn’t bother to make it up. What they were doing, Mandy, was letting me watch them pleasure each other. They come in several days a week and do this while I touch myself, edge a little, then go out and find a woman to fuck, if that’s what I want to do. Sometimes I just go home and jerk off.”
My pussy twitched. “Seriously? Why are you telling me this?”
Dampness seeped through to my panties, and I pressed my thighs together, feeling sick at the desire welling up inside of me after he had just professed his perversions. I really felt ashamed now.
“Sexuality comes in all shapes and sizes, my darling. And arousal, no matter the root cause, is nothing to be ashamed of.” He rolled his hips forward, and his erection pressed into my back.
Revu
lsion flooded me. But only because I was getting wetter than I’d ever been.
“I’m not afraid to admit that I’m hard as a rock at this moment. So, tell me that you’re not wet, and I’ll let you drop my class, no questions asked.”
Oh fuck. This was spinning way out of control. “I … I’m not wet, granddaddy.”
“Hmm, is that right?” he asked, his voice now deep and gravelly as he inched me closer to him.
I bit my lip as his hand slipped inside the waistband of my skirt. My stomach clenched in anticipation of his touch. And when his fingers impatiently pushed aside the top of my panties, my breath hitched in my throat.
“Spread your legs,” he commanded, his lips right up against my ear.
I did as he asked without thinking, just blindly following his command to ultimately prove I was totally lying about not being wet.
But he was about to learn that on his own.
His fingers slipped inside my slick folds, and right away I caught the barely perceptible grunt that escaped his throat, right about the time his cock twitched in his pants.
“Well,” he soothed. “I think we have our answer right here, do we not?”
Pulling his hand out of my panties and holding it up in the air to display the shiny slickness smeared across the pads of his fingers, granddaddy seemed to be a little too proud of the fact that he was right.
I, on the other hand, was too proud to say anything.
He brought his fingers up and sniffed. I couldn’t see, but I could hear, and I knew there was no going back now.
“Mm, you smell so young, so fucking delicious, Mandy. I know you’re trying to stifle those feelings. And that’s why granddaddy is here. To make you unashamed.”
“I’m not ashamed of sex,” I blurted. “But you’re family.”
He started unbuttoning my shirt, and I was powerless to stop him. My heart climbed up my throat as his hands tugged away the fabric covering my chest. All I wore was a simple lace bra that snapped in the front. But he managed to zoom right in on it, unclasping it and sliding it down my arms.
“Family? By marriage I suppose. You’ve only been my granddaughter for a year. I met you at your eighteenth birthday party. And even then, I could see that you wanted me.”
His thumbs grazed the surface of my nipples, forcing them to tingle and pucker. His cock moved again—a light bump in response to feeling my arousal—and I struggled to fight my internal urges.
It was no use. Granddaddy rolled my hard buds between his fingers, his breath hitting my neck as he looked over my shoulder, and I purred like a kitten.
By the time I was putty, he tugged down my short skirt and I quickly shoved them aside, like I couldn’t believe it took this long to get them off to begin with. Growling, he kept my back to him as I heard the familiar sounds of pants being unzipped.
Fluid smeared along my lower back from his cock, and when he brought my hand behind me to touch his hardness, I felt the strongest urge to take him in my mouth. He was teasing me, building up the desire, making me want it.
“What’s your deepest fantasy, sweet granddaughter?”
Feeling put on the spot, I shook my head, unable to answer.
“That’s okay. I’ll coax it out of you eventually.”
His hands wandered over the curves of my hips, tenderizing my flesh with a tight grip.
“I have somewhat of an ass fetish, among other things,” he mumbled as he moved to my fleshy backside.
I caved, allowing my body to respond in whatever way it wanted, without remorse. My pussy throbbed, craving to feel those hands penetrate the most vulnerable parts of me.
“Come over here so I can see that ass in all its glory.”
Granddaddy shuffled me along the floor to a couch that was several feet away. He bent me over, placing my hands on the plush cushion so that my bottom was out on display for him. A chair scraped along the floor, and seconds later, he’s grabbing my hips and breathing heat into my folds.
“You can’t deny your arousal now, sweet baby girl.”
Fingers grazed my labia, making those carnal urges more intense. But I was no longer fighting them. Oh god, I wanted him.
“I’m going to give you some special granddaddy kisses now, baby girl. Kisses you won’t be able to resist.”
His mouth pressed against my lower lips, and soft smacking sounds made my body rage with lust. My nipples tightened again, the weight of my breasts heavy as I clung to the couch for dear life. His tongue snaked inside my slit next, forcing me to moan against my will. Now, he would know how turned on I was. There was no way of hiding it when you couldn’t even keep your mouth shut.
Heat radiated throughout my core as he licked me with purpose and intent. He was making sounds himself now, unable to control the carnal lust that he wasn’t at all inclined to hide.
“Fuck, that’s some sweet pussy, baby girl. And you have one fine ass to look at.”
The warmth of his hands covered my ass as he glided his palms over them, and I bucked my hips as his tongue found my clit once again, working it in rapid undulations.
“Oh fuck,” I whispered, standing on my tiptoes as my legs trembled uncontrollably.
I couldn’t hold back from cumming, even if I wanted to. Granddaddy had done his research in the oral sex department, and he had mastered it for sure. And when several fingers impaled my cunt and navigated directly over my G-spot, I was throttled into the O-zone.
My body convulsed and my clit bounced violently as granddaddy made me climax. How was it that I had come here just ten minutes ago to drop this class, and now, he was eating my pussy like I was his favorite buffet? Was I that easy?
Or did he have some weird power over me?
Evidence of my desire dripped out of me and slopped around noisily as he finger-fucked me. I don’t think I had ever responded this way to anyone. I’d only had two boyfriends, but I’d slept with five guys in my nineteen years, and none of them had been this attentive.
His licks became slow and methodical, as if I were a mess to clean up and he had all day to do it. Each lap sent shivers of ecstasy through me, and I lost track of time after a while. His moans of pleasure as those big hands of his roamed over my curves made me feel like a porn star.
“That ass of yours has my balls feeling like they’re ready to burst. Why don’t you show a little reciprocity, baby? Let me see what kind of oral skills you have outside of the classroom.”
I stood up and spun around, letting him look me over before showing him my “skills.” His hands gripped my waist as he tugged me close to him, and fingers trailed up my tummy, all the way to my ample breasts. Cupping them softly, granddaddy had the kind of touch that sent tingles rippling from top to bottom. Even when barely touching me, he was owning me in a way. His eyes held a power that mesmerized me, and I think I would have done just about anything he asked in that moment.
When I glanced down, I could see his cock poking through his blue jeans, throbbing in several pulses as he fondled me and pinched my nipples.
“There are so many things I want to do to you today,” he said, staring at my breasts. “But there simply isn’t time.”
I cleared my throat. “Oh?”
He flicked his gaze up at me, smirking. “Still want to drop my class?”
My face reddened, and I pressed my teeth into my lower lip. “No. Not really.”
“Didn’t think so. Bend over and suck my cock, baby girl. I’ve admired those pouty lips long enough.”
Without hesitating, I bent at the waist and gripped his cock with my fingers, feeling it thump in my grip. He swept my hair up and out of the way as I swirled my tongue all over the crown, licking away the clear fluid that had oozed out at my touch.
“Shit, that’s nice, baby. Tease a little.”
I swirled his fluid around on my tongue, tasting the salty earthiness of his flavor and feeling heady from the taboo nature of it all. Not only was he stepfamily, but he was also my professor, which made this doubly
off limits.
My cunt ached to be filled by him, but I had to start with my mouth.
Wrapping my lips eagerly around the head of his dick, and feeling more pre-cum ooze out, sent waves of pleasure through my core. I wanted to please him, wanted to feel his cum pulse out and show him just how aroused he and his class had made me. I felt like such a dirty slut sucking off my step granddaddy like this, giving in to those urges finally and not feeling guilty about it.
Holding my hair up in a makeshift ponytail, granddaddy groaned and pushed my head down gently, but it still forced me down the length of his cock.
“Ah, fuck yes. I knew you’d excel at this, little college girl. But I still have so much to teach you about sex.”
Leaning forward in the chair slightly, he let his free hand softly roam over the swell of my left hip before sinking his fingers deep into my flesh, hard enough to leave a bruise. I squealed, and his dick twitched in my mouth, smearing more salty, thick fluid along my tongue.
He slapped my ass hard, and I jerked. Then he gripped my ass and shook it good, causing my fat to jiggle uncontrollably.
His hips began to rock up and down in short bursts, and his fist tightened in my hair, making it burn. God, my pussy was dripping at this point, so much so that my fluids started sliding down the inside of my thighs.
Groaning in rhythm with his pelvic thrusts, granddaddy was obviously getting close to finishing. His length extended in my mouth, getting harder by the second. And I could feel it as his silken skin stretched, the veins along his shaft throbbing angrily as they pumped blood harder and faster. I bobbed my head in rhythm with his thrusts, too, saliva dribbling past my lips that were tightly encircling his rock-hard cock.
“That’s a good suck job, baby girl. I’m going to pop in that mouth, and you’re going to swallow it down.”
He pushed himself deep, releasing a groan, and my pussy was twinging with each throb of his shaft. I was so turned on by the fact that he was about to cum—just knowing that I was sucking his cock good enough to bring him that kind of pleasure fueled my lusty thoughts.
I swept my tongue along the underside of his thick, hot meat. And when it throbbed one final time, I tasted his seed as it pumped out onto the back of my tongue. He released an angry sounding growl and smacked me on the ass again, the sting shooting up my flesh, all the way to my nipples, forcing them to pucker into knots.
