Mistress to Grandfather Ch. 02

Even as my ankles locked around his back, the heels digging into his coat, my sturdy Grandfather's stamina didn't flag as he carried me up two flights of stairs, boding well for his abilities in bed. As my hands gripped his hair and shoulders, he ran his tongue from my cleavage to my throat, sucking my pulse and kissing me. I loved how feminine he was making me feel, secure in his strong arms.

As we entered his bedroom, he kicked shut the door behind him and put me down, slightly out of breath but more from his attentions to my body than the ascent upstairs. The chandelier cast a suffused, romantic light over the room, scarcely brighter than a host of candles. Taking me in again, Grandpa Jack shrugged off his coat with a smug expression on his face that told me he was in charge. It was the way in which he was so self-assured that moistened me between the legs most, I decided as I moved towards him to tango.

Two could play this game, I thought, taking his large hands in my small, soft ones as he reached up to his collar and looking up at him as I started to unbutton his shirt, exposing a muscled, taut and broad chest with a sprinkling of grey hair that disappeared down a powerful, narrow belly. Swarthy and sinewy, it was no wonder he had been able to carry me all the way up without breaking a sweat. I was becoming incredibly excited seeing this man's torso and then, when I pulled down his trousers, his magnificent cock making itself visible through his boxers. His breathing had quickened and I took advantage, smoothing my hands up his chest, kissing his neck and then his nipples, lazily licking them and making circles with my tongue.

He grabbed my hair and pulled back my head, eyes dark with simmering lust, and bent down to give me a knee-weakening kiss as I looped my arms around his neck. Even at 70, he was virile and masterful, wresting control from me in a delicious way that made me feel simultaneously fragile and protected.

"You're quite a minx, aren't you, little one?"

He was using the term of endearment he had always addressed me with but now with the undercurrent of sexual force, circling my bubble butt with his fingers. I lanced my tongue through his mouth, reaching down into his boxers to grasp his cock and running my hand up and down.

He groaned, "As incestuous as this is...unh...you're making it worth the...unh...transgression."

I smirked, drawing on all half-baked recollections of my radical feminist theory courses, relishing his breathlessness and obvious pleasure at my ministrations, "Incest was only prohibited for reasons of property rights."

Then my voice dropped as I milked him harder and stroked him with more fervor, shimmying my ass in his hands playfully while scraping his chest with my nails,

"But then...I don't mind being your property..."

I leaned closer, nipping his ear, "To do with as you wish."

That sent him over the edge, almost imploding in my hand as, with a snarl, he picked me up bridal style and threw me onto his bed before turning away to the edge of the bed.

Delighted with my victory, I propped myself up against the soft pillows, spreading my hair so that they fanned out and stretched languorously to make my body available to his now icy gaze, challenge in my eyes, as I spread my legs and gyrated my hips, my heels completing the picture.

Watching my little performance, he dropped his boxers and offered me a full glimpse of what would soon be inside my virginal cunt and womb. His magnificent 8-inch penis, standing to attention. My pussy almost flooded in anticipation. Unsmiling and with none of his earlier amusement, he put his right knee on the bed,

"You can't dangle a cat before a starving dog and expect him to have good table manners."

There was an erotic threat in his tone that, instead of warning me only made me want him more. I raised myself on my elbows, breasts saucily protruding like fruit. His eyes refused to budge from them. I swiped a hand in the air like a claw, "Meow Grandpa." A dangerous look appeared on his handsome face,

"I really hope you have more of that lacy lingerie kitten, because I mean to rip it off you with my teeth."

Quietly, he moved his hands down my legs, unbuckling my heels and tossing them aside, then leaning to suck my toes and kiss my ankles till my body was on fire. I gasped as he was suddenly on top of me, cruelly holding my wrists apart to bare my body to him. I loved it.

"Ooh Grandpa, you're so strong." I breathed, draping my right leg over his left one and stroking his rock hard butt with my foot.

He was in no mood for talking, bending down to give me a punishing kiss before sucking my neck down to the tops of my breasts. He looked up, his mouth full of saliva,

"I have wanted to eat these melons since the day you got here", then hooking his teeth on a frill, ripped the bra off.

My tightly compacted boobs sprang free and he wasted no time in slobbering over them like the dirty old man he was, never mind his sex appeal. I closed my eyes and moaned softly, rubbing his ass with my feet. Clamping my wrists down to the sides of my body so that the ripe, milky orbs stood to attention like balloons, he swallowed them whole and rasped his silk-rough tongue all over them, encircling and suckling.

He made noises such as those made by gourmets feasting on rare delicacies – "Mmmm" and "ohhh" – and sank his teeth gently into the fleshy parts as I purred like a cat – "Oh grandpa", "More grandpa", "Yes you old bastard" – while he soothed the bites with his lips. As I made progressively loud sounds of pleasure and moved restlessly, he mauled my nipples, grazing them with his teeth, licking them and sucking them as if they were lollypops,

"I often wondered whether you're nipples were shell pink or crimson," he paused to meet my by-now-orgasmic stare, tonguing my rock-hard red tips as he grinned dirtily, "they're like a species of pomegranate...mmmm...or sweet pink plums with dark red cherries – I really lucked out."

He blew on the tight peaks, sending a tingle of electricity spiraling down my belly. As he returned to chewing them, I drove him wilder as I scraped his back with a toenail and arching my back to make sure he stayed there intoning, "Oh oh OH!". He was like a particularly patient animal playing with his prey and I was going out of my mind with desire, my juices soaking my panties as I whimpered and moaned his name. After what seemed like forever, he let go off my wrists, grabbed my ass, moved up and licked my sweaty neck,

"Such a succulent morsel you are, Abby. All sugar and spice. I've tasted the sugar, anyway."

He reached behind me and gathered the shreds of my bra, throwing it away as he bent to motorboat. As he buried his face between my breasts, using his lips to make me wild, I clasped them and pushed them closer to make it easier for him.

Squealing and sighing restlessly, I couldn't believe my own grandfather was assaulting my beautiful young breasts, marking them with hickeys. "Oh Jack," I tested his name on my tongue but somehow it didn't feel right. He looked up, "Only your grandmother called me that." I felt like I was encroaching and ran my hands tenderly through his hair as he dipped back to my nipples.

"Oh grandpa," I murmured, stroking his shoulders, "you're making me feel so...possessed."

The conqueror was back when he looked up next, male arrogance reeking from ever pore as he held my gaze while biting a "cherry" and making me gasp audibly,

"My delicious concubine, you're a dish worth savouring. And anyway," he rubbed his face against them, drooling, "I want to know how able are the...uh...jugs that my child will drink from."

I bit my lip to bite back a moan of ecstasy at his words.

He continued to look at me directly as he unfurled his tongue and licked my stomach, stopping to worship my navel with rhythmic jabs that mimicked the act of fornication.

"I wonder what your belly will be like swollen with my child." I slid my feet experimentally down his muscular back as he neared my cunt, making me insane with frustration,

"Let's find out then."

He growled and sniffed my panties again,

"Intoxicating. So...innocent and spicy. Are you sure no other man has ever gotten to your honeypot Abby?"

I giggled at the word 'honeypot' though old-fashioned as it was, it was also arousing,

"No grandpa, you're the first man to sample my charms."

My small, smooth ass rested in his big, manly hands as he got down and started placing slow lingering kisses on my upper thighs.

"So soft, so delicate..." he murmured, "so womanly. Especially your dark panties against this marble skin. I can't wait to unwrap my gift."

He caught the edge of my panties in his teeth. His virile authoritativeness had me creaming almost before he could even unveil my virginal, wet pussy.

"Look at me, Abby, watch me tear off the last barrier to your modesty. Know who you belong to, my baby cat."

I held his gaze as he easily pulled off my frail panties with one tug of his teeth, my toes curling in anticipation atop his back as he kept his eyes on mine while bending to my dripping, hairy pussy and giving it a strong, sure lick. I almost came off the bed, one hand clenching the sheets and the other Grandpa's silvery hair.

His head had disappeared between my thighs, the vision of this 70-year-old man's grey mane bobbing between my legs, ankles locked on his neck as his calloused hands cupped my almost-jailbait buttcheeks, had me moaning loudly. He rubbed his nose and lips against my wet flower, then suckled the distended flaps and buds before making a maddeningly perfect suction hole with his mouth and attaching it to the bundle of nerves that was my clit. He suckled like an infant on a teat, wringing out fluids and honey and my screams and moans as I wiggled my butt grinding my pussy into his face.

"Grandpa you dirty old man, you sick fuck," my imprecations caught on gasps as he ate me out, saying the most scandalous things that in turn ended in moans of delight –

"What a luscious rosebud...mmmm....",

"What juicy delights you have stored here, you sly vixen...mmmm....",

"Oh yes, your delicate button...mmmm...",

"My, what a meal you are, my horny little granddaughter....mmmm....and so responsive too...mmm....moving your pert little bottom just so".

His slurps and sucks got loud enough to be heard and I clutched his thick silver hair as I thrashed from side to side while he gave me mindblowing cunnilungus, muttering "Oh yeah baby" and "That's it, grandpa" between sobs and sighs as I creamed and came. I thought I would become his sex slave after this, forget school and my degree. If this was how he treated his women in bed, I'd be happy to bear him as many children as he liked.

After orgasming twice or thrice, I pulled his head up, his lips soaked with my honey. "I want you inside me now." My commanding tone had him up and poised at my vaginal entry in no time. "Now Abby, I am going to thrust inside you and make you mine. I am going to blow my seed into you and make scream as I take you. And you will mother my children and be my mistress for ever more." I nodded, drawing his head down for a kiss, tasting myself on him and wrapping my legs around his hips as he thrust into me.