Grandpa Ch. 01

*All characters are over 18 years of age*

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"Im so glad I got hold of you Sweetie!" my gran's voice sounded panicked down the phone.

I sat up in bed and winced at the pain in my head and the sudden feeling of nausea. It took a split second to promise myself never to drink that amount of tequila again. But what is the weekend after your 19th birthday for other than to drink and then drink some more?!

"Whats up Grandma?" I mumbled. It was not unusual for my Gran to sound panicked, that was her general tone these days since Grandpa's operation.

"Jessica, the hospital has given me the wrong medication for your Grandpa," she flustered, "could you do me a massive favour and change them for me?"

I knew this would involve a long drive to the hospital, which my current alcohol level was not legally fit for, and a long drawn out process of re-ordering and messing around with medication I had no idea about. I explained this to Gran.

"Well could you come and sit with your Grandpa while I go?" she suggested. "I don't like leaving him on his own. He is out for the count on his morning meds but...you know...I feel like I shouldn't leave him."

Reluctantly I agreed. It was only a short walk to their house and after a quick shower I felt almost human again anyway. My head still pounded as I made the ten minute walk to my grandparent's house, snuggling deep in to my winter coat as I trudged along. Gran was hovering at the window as I rounded the corner of their small, quaint street.

"I'm sorry!" she apologised as she opened the door, "I know you aren't feeling great but I have to get this sorted before the snow comes or..."

The rest of what she said faded as she jumped in to her old Ford Escort and shut the door. I couldn't help but smile as I waved her off and she mouthed through the window that she would be back as soon as possible. Regardless, this meant at least a two hour round trip.

I stepped in to the house and shut the door behind me. It was toasty and snug in the little house and I headed for the kitchen to make myself a coffee, last night's events beginning to turn over in my mind. I remember the start of the tequila contest at the club and the dashing barman who had taken a liking to me.

As I relaxed in to a kitchen chair by the huge warm Aga I smiled as I recalled how his beautifully long and talented fingers had slipped down my panties as I supped shots at the bar. No one had noticed; he was probably an expert at sneakily fingering women whilst working. But, wow, even the thought of how he had curled his fingers inside was making my fresh panties wet. Almost without thinking I slipped my hand to between my legs and gently rubbed the denim material of my jeans at the most sensitive spot. A small sigh escaped me as I closed my eyes.

I had been furious with my friend, Kim, for drinking too much and requiring an escort home when I had already been asked to stay after hours by Mr. Bartender. But no, little Miss Drinkalot had done her usual trick of overdoing the alcohol so I had had to leave with her, hold her hair back as she puked in the street and stroke her barely conscious head as she fell asleep on my lap in the taxi.

My stroking was becoming more intense as I imagined that Mr. Barman would have had the most amazing oral technique and a big throbbing cock to satisfy me with. Then I heard a moaning sound that hadn't come from me. I sat bolt upright and my heart raced before I realised it had come from the front room which the family had made in to a makeshift bedroom for Grandpa while he was recovering. I quietly walked through to check on him and found him moaning in his sleep. I felt a rush of love for him, he must be in terrible pain and the thought of him suffering was awful.

I went to pull his duvet back over him to keep him warm. He turned just as I had finished tucking him in and moaned again, pushing the duvet off and rolling on to his side, mumbling something about being too warm all the time. I smiled and decided to leave the grumpy old git to get himself comfy. Then I noticed he had grabbed himself, the sheets half covering his stroking motions. My first reaction was one of disdain; seeing my own Grandpa wanking himself in his sleep was something I had never wanted to experience! But something inside me was curious (and probably still horny after my short-lived stroking session in the kitchen) and I turned back towards his bed. I scanned his face to deduce whether he actually was asleep, or just had his eyes closed in the pleasurable sanctity of his masturbation.

As disgusted with myself as I was I wanted to see it...just take a peek under the cover... just for curiosity...

As I moved closer to the bed he moaned a little more but his eyes remained closed and relaxed. I knelt on the bed and edged on my knees towards him, my hand tentatively reaching out for the clean, crisp cover and pulling it back to see him stroking himself. I took a sharp breath in when I saw the size of his erection, his hand drawing it back and forth rhythmically. Oh wow, grandpa! I almost chuckled but stopped myself as I didn't want to wake him. But I couldn't look away! His huge dick grew even bigger as he gently tugged at it, his moans growing and fading as he proceeded.

Fascinated, I gently lay down next to him, my elbow on the pillow propping my head up so I could still see his masturbation. I noted how thick his old shaft was, the veins popping up all over and I licked my lips subconsciously, imagining running my tongue over it. I was disgusted that I had not left him alone to enjoy himself, and that I felt compelled to watch my own Grandpa wank himself off in his sleep, but most of all I was disgusted that my panties were soaking from the pleasure of watching it. I slipped my hand down my jeans and in to my panties...'just cum quickly and leave him alone', I told myself as I felt exactly how wet my pussy was. My finger tip glided silkily over my clit, sending a shudder through my body and a moan passed my lips. I stroked my pussy gently to the exact rhythm that he was stroking his cock and my mind merged the actions in to imagining his big, pulsing Grandpa dick rubbing at my wet slit.

I needed to get better access, I needed my fingers inside me, so I popped open the buttons of my jeans and pushed them down over my hips and to my thighs, spreading my legs a little wider. I stroked my exposed pussy for a while, rocking my hips and allowing myself the occasional sigh of pleasure. Then I watched Grandpa's stroking action and slowly inserted a wet finger inside myself as he pumped his fist forward.

"Oh Grandpa!" I sighed.

In my head I imagined his big, pink cock sliding in to me, how naughty and taboo it would feel psychologically and how good it was bound to feel physically. I froze as he turned towards me but he remained asleep, his hand still stroking himself, his fuzzy chest hair suddenly became a massive turn on for me. I bit my lip as I considered making another dangerous move, and as I slipped my finger in and out of my oh-so-juicy pussy, I made up my mind. I removed my fingers from my warm, wet tunnel and reached nervously for Grandpa's idle hand. He flinched slightly as I made contact with his skin but nothing more than that small reaction and so I slowly, carefully pulled his hand towards my crotch, spreading my legs as wide as I could and pushing his finger inside me. Of course he didn't know he was fingering his grand daughter but he automatically began to slip his digit in and out of me, probably dreaming of his youth, in the back seat of his car or the cinema with his young girlfriend.

"Oh my god!" I whispered as Grandpa's finger delved deeper in to me, easily touching the spot that so many men seem to have difficulty finding even when they are aware of its existence, drawing his finger out and, to my surprised pleasure, adding a second finger to his efforts. With both fingers buried in me he massaged that special place inside. I didn't even notice when he stopped wanking himself, but when he whispered in his sleep I knew he was close to waking up. I didn't care at that point, it felt too good, I just prayed that he would stay asleep long enough for me to cum on his enthusiastic old fingers. My prayers were not answered in that way though. As I writhed around on his very able hand I saw his eyes flicker open...

"Jessica, what...?" he stuttered and moved to take his hand away, but I grabbed his wrist and held him firmly.

"Please don't stop Grandpa," I whispered, keeping his eye contact the whole time. I moved my hips slowly on his fingers.

I have no idea what was racing through his mind during the next ten seconds. He had woken up from a highly medicated sleep to find himself finger fucking his grand daughter's teenage pussy...and I was enjoying it...

I saw his eyes dart from my gaze and down to my pussy, confusion reigned true for sure, he didn't say a word but gradually he commenced his hand movement. I pushed my jeans down to my ankles and kicked them off, allowing my legs to spread wide. Grandpa hesitated and fumbled but I shook my head gently.

"Please," I begged him quietly.

Grandpa slowly pushed his fingers deep inside me as though he was searching for an answer in there but as I moaned and raised my hips he rolled his eyes as if asking someone to forgive him and then he stopped searching for an answer. His fingers twisted inside me, now actively finding hidden pleasures I didn't even know existed.

"Oh Jesus!" he groaned as I lifted my sweater up and dragged it over my head. His eyes travelled all over my body as his fingers worked my pussy like no man had ever done before. "Oh Jesus, show me, Sweetheart." He gestured with his eyes towards my bra. I almost squirted on his hand at his request but I held back as I reached around to unfasten the clasp. My breasts tumbled out of their cotton confines, my nipples already fully erect and straining with pleasure. I wanted him to suck on them, I wanted his old, grandpa mouth to suckle my tits.

"Do it Grandpa!" I begged.

Again, he kept eye contact the whole time, maybe looking for a small sign that I wanted him to stop, that he had reached his allowed limit of incest; but I wanted this. My whole body tensed as he enveloped my right nipple with his lips...as I had suspected he was well versed in the art of oral stimulation. His lips and tongue and teeth took full control of each of my teenage breasts in turn until he was moaning on to my pale skin, his body inching closer to mine, his eye contact lost in his indulgence.

I felt his chest hair tickle my side as he closed the gap between us and then his slightly bulging belly touched my thigh. How could this be such a turn on? I didn't understand, but I didn't care. His mouth felt good and his fingers felt even better, working my dripping pussy with the ease of a man with many years experience.

Grandpa regained eye contact with me as he slowly took his mouth away from my heaving tits and ran his tongue over my belly. I knew he was waiting for me to stop him but he would be waiting a long time...

"Yes Grandpa!" I whispered as he pushed himself further down the bed, his left arm encircling my right thigh, his right hand withdrawing from my juices and spreading my labia with his nimble fingers. Then I felt his breath, hot and steady, so close to my pussy. I tried to push my hips forward, wanting his mouth on me like a starving kitten wants to lap at some fresh cream, but he gripped my thigh tighter and kept me down.

"I need to smell you," he grunted, running his nose along the inside of my thigh, then across my spread opening and down the other thigh. He inhaled deeply like a user snorting cocaine, his nose slightly grazing my hard little clit. "You smell so young Jessica!" he said calmly before lowering his mouth and beginning the most amazing oral stimulation I had ever experienced. He swirled, sucked, licked and kissed at every perfect moment, allowing me to lift my hips up to meet his actions only when he knew it would be for the benefit of my pleasure.

I watched him the whole time, the excitement at the sight of my old Grandpa eating my young cunt like a pro sending relentless streams of pleasure to my brain. I saw his face become shiny with my juices, his tongue taking its time to travel the length of my slit, sliding over my fully aroused clit with ease.

"Oh Grandpa!" I moaned as his fingers re-joined the party, two then three fucking me slowly and thoroughly. "Im going to cum Grandpa!" I whimpered as I felt my legs begin to tremble.

"Is that what you want Jessica?" he continued his work with his fingers but looked up at me and spoke in a calm and erotic tone.

I knew my brain was torn but my mouth took precedence and spoke for me.

"I want you to put your cock in me Grandpa!" I was almost begging, something I had never done, never had to do, my hands reaching down to encourage him back up my body. This was the most primal I had ever felt in my life, forget anger or fear or any other emotion, THIS was the instinct that had seen humans through the years, the desperate need to fuck!

Grandpa remained almost calm as he kissed his way up my body, smothering my tits with sucks and licks...the smell of my juices on his breath took me deeper in to primal territory, the smell of sex, of arousal. His fingers were still buried in my trembling cunt as he sat back on his knees and lifted my hips so my thigh were over his and wrapped around his body.

"Can you see?" he asked, lifting my hips up so my pussy was in full view.

"Yes!" I breathed as he firmly took his huge erection in his hand and began to rub the head up and down my slit, using my juices to coat his cock head.

He stopped, looked up at me and shook his head.

"Are you sure-?"

"Yes!" I held his gaze and nodded.

"You are a bad girl Jessica," he frowned as he eased the swollen head in to me, again remaining eye to eye with me...until he pushed further and then his eyes lost their focus and were filled with pure, unadulterated pleasure. "Oh Jesus!" he eased in so slowly that it was like painful ecstasy for both of us.

I had never had anything as near as big as Grandpa's straining cock inside me before and I felt my pussy stretch with every inch. There was pain there but that was completely overruled by the pure exquisiteness of being filled completely, and by the disgraceful knowledge that it was my Grandfather fucking me which just made me even more aroused.

Finally I felt Grandpa's balls against my buttocks and he gripped my hips tighter. Then he began fucking me, like no one had ever fucked me before. It was hard but sensual, thorough but easy to enjoy. I lifted my hips for a better view of what the old man was doing to me which increased my lust.

"Tell me I am bad girl Grandpa!" I spoke without thinking, almost shocked at my own request.

"Oh Jessica," he fixed me with a firm, authoritative gaze as he thrust in to me, "you are indeed a very bad girl!"

His voice and his words seared through my already charged brain as he filled me again and again with his experienced old cock.

"Yes Grandpa! Yes!" I encouraged him as I saw the sweat appear on his wrinkled brow. "Fuck my pussy, Grandpa!"

It was only a matter of minutes before I felt the onset of a huge orgasm begin deep in my belly. I looked up at his sweat beaded face and repeatedly told him to fuck me hard, make me cum, even though I knew this was his intention, I had to tell him, encourage him...

"I'm going to cum!" I growled with that primal intensity.

"Come on, Sweetheart," he pushed harder in to me, "Cum for Grandpa!"

That was all it took to send me over the edge. My lust rose and my pussy creamed all over his thrusting dick as I cried out with pleasure.

"Bad girl," Grandpa spoke soothingly as I shook and trembled my way to the end of my orgasm, "Bad, bad girl."

Neither of us spoke for a good minute or so. Grandpa remained hard and deep inside me but didn't move other than to wipe his brow. I couldn't read his expression but he looked neither happy nor wracked with guilt.

I eventually reached down and touched his arm.

"Now its your turn Grandpa," I told him gently, sliding up off his cock and kneeling up just inches away from him, the heat of his body pulsated through his skin.

"Jessica," he shook his head, "you don't have to..."

I leaned in and kissed him hard and deep, my tongue searching his mouth before he even had time to respond. But when he did his kiss was full of vigour and passion. My hand reached down to gently take his erect cock and I slowly stroked him until he was moaning in to my mouth.

Before he could say or do anything I pulled away from the kiss and lowered my head to take him in my more than willing mouth. While my mouth entertained his manhood I gently pushed him back until he was lying down and I worked my way on to all fours.

"Oh dear Lord!" he moaned as I took him as deep as I thought I could.

He tasted so fucking good, he felt so fucking good filling my mouth. I sucked and licked and probed his shaft and head with my tongue, wanting to find every little place which gave him pleasure. Then his hand was on my head and his voice was rugged.

"Just like that Jessica," he instructed, pushing deep in to my mouth, making me gag slightly. I didn't care, I took it, then I took it further, relaxing my throat and gripping his shaft deep in my neck. He began to moan and pant like an animal controlled by lust... "Sweetheart, oh Jessica, I'm going to cum!"

I knew he was telling me this as a warning, giving me a chance to take him out of my mouth but I wanted to taste him. I was hungry to milk him in to my mouth and take his cum deep in my body...I took him with everything I had and smiled inwardly as he re-enforced his grip on my head with his other hand and, lifting his hips, began to fuck my throat at his perfect pace.

"Yes!" he cried out at the same time I felt the first shot of salty, sour juice hit the back of my throat. He held me where he wanted me and milked his way through his massive orgasm in to my mouth. His cum was plentiful, hot and delicious. I swallowed and savoured it as his old body fell limp on the bed, but his voice still holding notes of blissful climax.

Eventually I sat up between his legs and ran my hand up his body, pressing myself up against him, but not too much. I almost felt like purring I felt so satisfied as his fuzzy chest hair and his slightly flabby belly tickled my nipples and stomach. He looked up at me with, again, an unreadable expression. I giggled and bent my head to kiss him.

"Thank you Grandpa!" I smiled, still basking in the moment, not even thinking that I had just let, no encouraged, my own grandpa to fuck me and cum in my mouth.

"Oh Jessica that was so naughty!" he said, his tone serious.

I tried to play cute, giving him puppy dog eyes, but he gently pushed me off him and turned away from me. He sat with his back to me at the edge of the bed, his head in his hands.

"Are you okay?" I reached out to touch him but he flinched away from me. "Grandpa, its okay-"

"No Jessica! No its not!" he shouted, without turning round. "I just fucked my granddaughter! THAT is not okay!"

Even though he was obviously mad with me and himself the phrase 'I just fucked my granddaughter' sent a new shiver through my body, my nipples hardening.

"But I wanted it, Grandpa!" I said softly. "And I'm an adult so its okay!"

"Jessica," he also softened his tone, "you are a child compared to me...I am an old man who should have known better. This can't happen again and don't you dare tell anyone young lady."

Again when he called me 'young lady' I had to subdue the feeling of sensual submissiveness coursing through me.

"Yes, Grandpa," I said, honestly and sadly, "I know, I won't say a word."