by Izzy Slam
“Yeah,” she purred. “And Uncle Scott can fuck my pussy while I suck you off.”
That time I groaned, whipping off my pants in seconds.
“Shit,” Richard mumbled, obviously giving in. “Get down there and suck my cock then.”
He pulled one of the chairs over and sat down, his cock protruding from the open zipper of his dress slacks.
Carol bent over and took him in her mouth, and I walked behind her, running my hands over her soft hips as my dick stiffened.
I heard the sounds of her sucking off the associate pastor, and I had a momentary feeling of envy, knowing how good he had it right now.
But as I fondled my niece’s pussy and felt how wet she was, and how tight, I knew that my gift was seconds away.
Carol arched her back up to me, and I gripped the base of my shaft as I inserted myself in her pussy. Her slickness gripped me like a glove all the way in. Richard started groaning right as my balls began to slap against her pussy lips.
“Oh yeah!” she cried out, pausing her blow job only long enough to let me know that I was fucking her good.
I held onto her soft hips tightly, ramming myself inside of her so hard, her head was bumping into Richard’s stomach.
“Sweet Jesus,” he muttered, gripping her hair into a tight fist as he thrust his pelvis upward.
Her head kept bobbing up and down, and as her walls began to shrink around my cock, I felt my balls draw up close to my body. I was so close to cumming.
I pushed in deep, and I felt the tight squeeze of her cunt, those hard contractions pulling out my jizz as she huffed and moaned.
“Yeah, baby,” I grunted, giving her ass a hard slap as I spurted in her pussy.
“Shit, I’m gonna cum,” Richard said, repeatedly jerking his hips up and down as he fucked Carol’s mouth.
I watched the flesh of her ass bounce as I fucked her from behind, shooting several more hard jets of my seed in her cunt.
I reached around and fondled her clit, too, listening to her whimper and huff as Richard and I filled her up at both ends.
His head was resting on the back of the chair, his eyes closed as he was lost in the bliss of her mouth. I heard Carol gulping with each upward thrust of his hips, and it was so hot to watch her take our cum, like she was made to be fucked.
I had the feeling this would be a regular thing. At least I hoped it would.
As my cock shot out the last hard burst, I pushed in deep and held onto her, feeling my cock give the last few contractions.
Carol was still making all sorts of sucking sounds, but Richard grabbed her hair and pulled her up before wiping the side of her face.
“That’s good, Carol. You emptied me good.”
She sat up and wiped her mouth. “Guess it was good enough to keep you quiet, huh?”
“Absolutely,” he answered, tucking himself back in his pants. “I won’t say a word to the deacons. This little rendezvous won’t leave this office, far as I’m concerned.”
He stood and gave me a quick nod before opening my office door and walking out.
I pulled my niece into a hug. “That was some fast thinking, girl.”
She pressed her head to my chest. “It’s not hard to convince a man to keep his mouth shut if you offer him a blowjob. Thanks for protecting me, by the way.”
“Anytime, sweetheart. Anytime.”
I planted a kiss on her head and she wrapped her arms around my waist. “I’ll come back tomorrow for my addiction therapy, okay?”
“You better,” I joked, slapping her on the ass.
I could definitely get used to this kind of therapy.
~The End
“Rita”
***
I can’t stop having impure thoughts about my step grandfather, even though I’m a virgin. So after worship service one Sunday, I ask him to take me to the preacher’s office so we can pray about it.
But Granddaddy doesn’t want me to humiliate myself. So, he takes on the task of setting me straight at church, starting with a caning session that leaves me dripping wet.
“What do you mean you’ve been having impure thoughts, Rita?”
I stood before my step grandfather, shaking from nervousness. How could I explain to him that I was a virgin, yet all I could think about was fucking him? Well, technically, him fucking me? It was driving me crazy.
Most of the time, I felt as though I were spinning like a top. And if something didn’t rein me in, I would melt into a puddle like hot lava. All I needed was someone to scare the bejesus out of me. Or maybe scare the devil out of me. It did kind of feel like I was possessed by a demon.
“Granddaddy, please.” I pulled him aside, letting the other church members slip past us. I did not want them to hear what I wanted to say. “I’ve been having these thoughts about, you know, sex. And our Sunday School teacher said that if we are having impure thoughts, we should go to pastor Michael in prayer.”
He looked at me with disapproval, flashing me that “I’m sending you to your room” look he used to give me when I was younger. “Why are you thinking about sex, Rita? You’re way too young to be preoccupied with such things. You should be focused on finishing high school and getting into a good college.”
I rolled my eyes. Like I didn’t know that. “Yeah, I know, Granddaddy. That’s why I want to stop by pastor Michael’s office before we leave, so he can help me.”
“Before we embarrass ourselves like that, let’s go in here and talk privately.” Granddaddy wrapped his arm around my shoulders and walked me down the hallway. I got those butterflies I always get when he touches me now, and that hot fire ignited deep inside of me. That part that had been aching for months. The part that could not be quelled, no matter how much I masturbated.
Granddaddy was technically my stepdad’s father. But my stepdad and mom died in a car accident ten years ago, so he took me in and raised me. He’d always guided me with a firm but loving hand, and I never looked at him as anything other than my grandfather. I had noticed that he was attractive. He had a nice body, and he looked young for his age of 55.
But not long after my 18th birthday a few months ago, he started looking at me differently. I noticed his gaze traveling down my body, and he began touching me more than usual. Even his smile was warmer, and he would wink at me out of the blue, for seemingly no reason.
If I didn’t know better, I’d think Granddaddy was having a few impure thoughts himself.
When Granddaddy pulled me into the empty Sunday School classroom, his energy changed all of a sudden.
“Rita,” he said, crossing his arms over his chest. “What exactly do you think pastor Michael can do to help you with this?”
“I don’t know!” I answered, fisting my hair in exasperation. “But I’m having trouble concentrating in school and on my homework. Maybe all I need is some good, old-fashioned prayer to stop these thoughts.”
He stared at me with a blank expression, and I shook my head, not really knowing what else to say. I felt helpless.
Granddaddy took a step back and sat on the ledge of one of the tables. “Is there a boy who’s putting pressure on you?”
“No, nothing like that.” God, I wish it were that simple. I would love for a boy I like to put pressure on me for sex. If only there was a boy I liked. I would gladly give my virginity to him.
“Well, who has got your attention, then?”
“Why does someone have to have my attention? Can’t a girl just … think about sex?”
Granddaddy chuckled. “Yes. But these sorts of thoughts are generally triggered by a crush. So, who is he?”
He crossed his arms again, and I felt my face heat, my core flooding with warmth. Between my legs a fire burned. Could I tell him? Or would he think I was crazy? Disgusting?
I swallowed hard, feeling myself take a tumble down a rabbit hole.
“It’s you, okay? It’s you,” I whispered.
I turned my back to him, sure he would start yelling at me, or lect
ure me about how wrong it was to lust after a family member, especially one that was practically my father.
But he was so much more than that to me.
“Rita?” he said, his voice soft as he placed his hand on my shoulder. “You don’t have to turn away from me.”
“I can’t look at you. I know you think I’m disgusting.”
I felt him move closer. “I don’t think you’re disgusting, baby. You’re my granddaughter.”
“Exactly,” I laughed. “Which is why I shouldn’t be thinking these things.”
I heard him take in a deep breath as something caught my eye across the room. A long, wooden stick, leaning against the wall, something my Sunday School teachers used to point at images that appeared high up on the overhead projection screen.
I had an idea, so I hustled over and lifted it from the floor, carrying it back to my grandfather. “Here. Use this. Beat me till I’m red and I don’t have those thoughts anymore. Beat the sin out of me.”
His eyes grew wide as he took the long piece of bamboo from my fingers, his gaze traveling back and forth from the wood, then to me. “I don’t think this is the answer, baby girl.”
“I don’t care!” I said, shoving several wooden chairs aside and folding myself over the table where he sat just moments ago. I reached behind me and lifted my dress, exposing my bottom to him as well as my white, lace panties hiding my innocence. “Just hit me, Granddaddy. Make these thoughts go away!”
I was almost on the verge of tears when I felt his hand glide over my hips. Lust raged through my flesh, hoping that a dozen or so painful swats would center me, calm me, just like his spankings used to do.
“I do want to make those thoughts go away,” he finally said, sounding suddenly convinced.
I heard the wispy sounds of his palm gliding over the cane, and when he dragged the tip of it up the inside of my thigh, I tightened my body. “Yes,” I whispered, waiting for the first strike.
Granddaddy slid the end of the cane inside the waistband of my underwear, tugging them down until my cheeks were bared to him. A mixture of emotions ran through me, desperate for him to toss the cane aside and take me and also hoping he would punish me good for my lust-filled desires.
After rolling the cane over the swell of my bottom, then slowly around my hips, he let out a soft grumble. “You really should be punished, I suppose.”
I nodded and bit my lip. “Yes. I should.”
“Dirty girls with nasty thoughts about their own grandfathers … don’t quite know what to say about that.” He tapped me with the stick, softly, teasingly. “But I do know that pastor Michael would not do what I’m about to do.”
I angled my head in his direction just as the first bite came. The cane struck my flesh, and I jumped, totally not expecting it to hurt like that. I mean, I knew it would hurt, but damn.
He softly caressed my skin before hitting me again, placing the palm of his hand on the small of my back, making it feel like he had more control. And when the cane hit me this time, it wasn’t as bad. My body seemed to melt into it.
“Beautiful,” he murmured.
I clenched my fists as the whistle of the cane sounded through the air. And when it hit me this time, it stung like a thousand bee stings.
“Ouch!” I cried out, feeling chills ripple down my body.
Granddaddy slid his hand down the outside of my leg. “This is what you wanted, Rita. A strong man to punish you.”
“Yes … yes…” I huffed, tensing all over again as he slapped the implement against my skin several more times. My nipples puckered into painful points, pressing into the table I was lying on.
Granddaddy began stroking the round globes of my ass right before each hit, forcing me to relax right before the strike.
“Mmm, so pretty,” he mumbled.
I wasn’t sure what was so pretty about me or what he was doing, but I did become suddenly aware of how calm I felt, at least mentally. Each thwack of the stick against my soft flesh pushed me deeper and deeper into a state of giving up, my mind resting and emptying.
But my body still felt ignited, especially between my legs.
“Baby girl, I think you’ve had enough.” His voice, rough and deep, sounded much different than usual. And seconds after I heard the cane hit the floor, Granddaddy gripped the sides of my hips and pressed his weight into me.
“Wh-what?”
His erection was prominent in his Sunday’s best suit pants, the soft material grazing my cheeks as his hard cock became wedged between my crack. “You’ve had enough of the cane. Now it’s time to show you, once and for all, how to rid yourself of impure thoughts.”
He cupped his hand over my pussy, and I drew in a quick breath. “Granddaddy!” My pulse hammered as he inserted a finger deep inside of me. I was scared, but I was also relieved.
“The only way to keep your thoughts pure is to let me take you whenever and wherever I want.”
I let out a groan as he explored my depths. Even as a virgin, I’d had my fingers up there many times. But it never felt as good as this. The walls of my pussy felt hot and slick, and the way he moved in and out of me made me feel owned and completely taken.
His free hand smoothed up my buttocks, and my legs began to tremble.
“Granddaddy … I …?”
“You what?” he asked, digging his fingers into my flesh as he squeezed me tightly.
“I’ve never done this,” I moaned, feeling as though I would succumb to his magic fingers all too soon.
He withdrew from me and stood me up, spinning me to face him. My dress fell back down around my legs, and the look he gave me seemed to be filled with the same amount of lust I was feeling at that moment.
“I was hoping you’d say that, baby.” He brushed back my hair and glanced at my lips, and my face heated. “Because I’m going to take you right here in this Sunday School class while pastor Michael sits in his office, completely oblivious to the debauchery of what’s happening right under his nose.”
I stared in awe at my grandfather as a wicked smirk played on his lips. He lifted my dress over my head, and since I was rather petite on top, I hadn’t bothered with putting on a bra. With my underwear still hugging my hips, I was completely exposed to my grandfather.
Releasing a growl as his gaze wandered over my body, he brought his strong, rugged hands up to my breasts and lightly brushed his palms over my tender buds. My nipples tingled as he teased me.
“You look like a delicate flower, just waiting to have your petals plucked.”
“They are. By you.” My pussy swelled, and the heat built there, making me feel hot and damp between my legs. God, this was all I had thought about over the last few months.
“And to think, you were going to go to the pastor to fix this problem. When all you had to do was come to your grandfather.”
He tugged my undies down, and I kicked them aside. He then reached down and cupped my ass before lifting me off the floor. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, smiling broadly as he carried me across the room. He was so hard, I could feel his erection through his pants, grinding against the opening to my needy pussy.
He laid me across one of the couches and immediately settled between my legs. I glanced at the door to the room, knowing I should be worried about someone walking in. But I figured if Granddaddy didn’t care, then why should I?
He licked his lips as he parted mine with his fingers. My stomach tensed, all those butterflies swirling inside of me at once.
“I’ve thought about tasting you for a while, baby girl.”
“You have?”
He nodded, and I tossed one leg over the back of the couch as he pushed one finger halfway in my pussy. I groaned and thrust upward, my body clamoring for more. How I needed him to completely wreck me.
“Yes. Ever since your 18th birthday, when you officially became a woman. I wanted make you feel like a woman, too.”
“Oh, Granddaddy,” I murmured.
He pulled his fi
nger out and slowly circled my clit. My nipples tightened again, and he reached up with one hand to lightly toy with it while sweeping his gaze back and forth between my flat breasts. I’d always felt self-conscious about their size, but Granddaddy was making me feel so sexy.
“You are perfect, baby.”
I huffed as he lightly pinched my bud, sending volts of pleasure right to my clit. He pressed his palm down over my belly as he moved between my legs, swirling his tongue around my wetness.
My head fell back on the arm of the couch as he licked me, probing my pussy with one finger, massaging my walls and licking my clit with tenderness.
He pressed down on my lower belly while curling his finger upward, forcing a deliciously hot and sharp sensation to shoot through my whole body. His tongue remained a constant motion on my swollen pearl as he tormented my pussy with his massage from heaven.
I started to shake as my orgasm approached, a tight ball that started in my tummy and radiated outward, all the way up to my breasts.
“Oh, Granddaddy… I’m going to cum,” I moaned.
A soft groan escaped his lips as he quickened his movements over my clit, bringing me to the edge that much faster. I rocked my hips up and down as he fingered my pussy, keeping his other hand firmly on my belly.
I looked down at him because I wanted to watch him when I came. His head bobbed in slow movements as I bucked my hips and crested that ridge. My pussy drew tight then seemed to explode in a bundle of contractions as he sucked my clit past his lips. His hands continued to work their magic, keeping control over my body as I came for several minutes.
“Mmmmmmm….” I moaned, biting my lip to keep myself from screaming in ecstasy.
I fisted his gray hair and grinded my pussy in his face as the last few shudders rippled through me.
When he stood up this time, a large tent protruded from his crotch, forcing my eyes to widen in shock. Dear Lord, he was massive. Too massive. Was there such a thing?
I didn’t think I had a cherry to pop. My fingers had gone deep on many occasions, and his had too, just seconds ago. But I couldn’t help but worry about it hurting.
