Your Grandfather Might Stop By

"Look at me, honey," he told his granddaughter, who had her eyes fixed on a Twilight poster on the wall behind him. "I want you to look at me."

Christie's eyes went to her grandfather, who was smiling and acting like he wasn't naked, and then her eyes went down, as they both knew they would. Her breathing was audible across the room, and he could see his granddaughter's body shudder when her eyes went down.

***

Christie's legs were getting wobbly as she tried and failed to not look at her grandfather's private parts. She had held him last week - he had forced her hand on his penis - and now she saw what she had held. It was flaccid, and still it hung halfway down to his knees, gently swaying as Grandpa shifted his weight.

This wasn't Jimmy Barnes, with a fat little stub pointing at her. This was a man, and the size of her grandfather's cock was terrifying. The long uncircumcised hose, with a thick vein that meandered down from the base for about half the length of his organ, seemed inhuman to Christie, who had not seen very many of them.

"Well?" he said.

"Huh?" Christie muttered, the voice breaking her out of the trance she was in.

"Your turn, Pumpkin. Grandpa wants to see you," Grandpa said. "All of you."

Christie was gripping the bottom of her baggy t-shirt, almost appearing to be holding it down, and she shook her head no.

"Want me to help?" Grandpa said, and Christie shook her head no briskly when he started to move towards her.

"Okay, I'll just sit over her and watch."

With that Christie watched her grandfather walk across the room, his enormous penis swaying like a metronome as he went to the bed and sat on the edge.

"Take your shirt off for me," he said gently. "It's all sweaty anyway."

If Christie's nervous twitches and panicked expressions weren't a hint as to how she was feeling, the massive dark stains under the arms of the t-shirt were further proof of how nervous Christie was. She lifted the bottom of the shirt and stopped, biting the fabric while looking at her grandfather until the silence was broken.

"Let it ring."

The phone in the kitchen had rung, making Christie jump in shock, but her grandfather told her that it was probably a telemarketer or something, and she should just keep going and take off the shirt.

"There. That wasn't so tough, was it? Grandpa said after Christie had pulled off the shirt. "Set the shirt aside so Grandpa can get a good look at you. That's it."

"Maybe tomorrow I can take you shopping and get you some new brassieres, some that are more flattering. I'm afraid you've outgrown these 36D's as well," Grandpa noted, commenting on how the straps dug into Christie's shoulders. "A girl as well developed as you are needs more support. Now why don't we get those jeans off."

Richard Thomas made sure his voice stayed calm, but inside he was just as jumpy as his granddaughter was. This wasn't the first time he had been in this position, but for some reason Christie was different.

Christie was a virgin. She had to be, and that made it even more exciting for him. He hadn't deflowered a girl in ages, and knowing he was going to be doing just that before the night was over made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

With a pained expression Christie undid her jeans, struggling with the button on top because they were tight. She had a little belly on her, and the flesh jiggled as she pulled the jeans down. When she got them down she kicked them off and stood there with her hands covering as much of her as she could, but there was so much of Christie that doing that was impossible.

"Come here Pumpkin," he cooed as he held his arms out, and his granddaughter took a couple of steps towards him that were so unsteady he was afraid she was going to faint.

"That's my girl," he said as she put on hands on her full hips and stared at the dark outline of her bush through the very modestly cut white panties.

Even the almost grandmotherly full-cut panties were unable to completely contain her pussy hair, as there were a few curls peeking out the sides, and the smell of her sex was so strong that it made his eyes water.

"You're wet," he noted when the back of his hand touched the front of her panties, and he wasn't sure whether it was from excitement or she had an accident - maybe a combination of the two. "Now take your bra off for me honey."

"Don't cry," Christie's grandfather said when he saw the tears well up in her eyes. "This is a happy time, and this this going to be the most exciting night of your life."

"Oh - the hooks are in the front. I'll do it for you," he offered when she didn't move.

Richard Thomas brought his long, weathered fingers up to the front of Christie's bra and deftly undid the hooks. With each of the hooks coming free, Christie gasped a little bit, and when the last one came free, her grandfather lost his grip on the fabric as the bra popped open with the force of Christie's massive breasts being freed from the too-small harness.

"Ah!" Grandpa sighed as the pendulous breasts eased down to Christie's stomach. "Look at you!"

Christie looked down at her grandfather's hands as they cupped her breasts, and as he gently kneaded the soft flesh she felt her nipples blossom to the fullest, and when his palm rubbed against the taut stubs her entire body quivered.

"Sensitive, aren't they?" he asked as he rolled the stubs between his fingers before tracing the pebbled aureoles that her nipples were centered on.

The dusky punk aureoles weren't as large as he had expected, but maybe that was due to the fact that Christie was so well endowed that they just looked smaller on her massive breasts. None of the family - not his late wife, his two daughters, or the other 3 granddaughters he had broken in, were anywhere near as busty as Christie, and although Richard Thomas had never considered himself a breast man, the more he fondled Christie's jugs the more he was liking them.

"This feels good to you, doesn't it Pumpkin?" he asked. "It's okay to admit it. You like what I'm doing, don't you?"

"Yes," Christie said, and the way the three letter word came out of her voice in multiple syllables gave away her feelings.

"Put you hands behind your head for me, honey."

"Huh? Like this?"

"Just like that," Grandpa sighed, and as his granddaughter linked her hands behind her head her breasts raised up slightly.

With her fleshy arms raised, her grandfather looked at the deep pockets of her armpits, and was pleased to see that they were shaved, unlike her rebellious mother's were at Christie's age. Surveying the way the five o'clock shadow filled the spacious caverns, he suspected that they would have been quite the sight had they been left unshorn.

After letting the backs of his hands slide along her moist underarms, releasing the aroma of pheromones and Teen Spirit deodorant, his hand continued down her sides until they came to the elastic of her panties.

Slowly, he eased the undies down off of her full hips. As they came down his eyes watched Christie's lush bush exposed, and without the cotton the aroma was even more intense. The hair was so dense that he couldn't make out her opening visually, although the dark brown pelt was much darker where it he would find it.

After her grandfather slipped the panties down her full but surprisingly shapely legs, Christie stepped out of them and stoof naked before him.

"Oh my - they're positively dripping," Richard Thomas sighed as he held the damp cotton up to his face and inhaled the pungent aroma. "I know you're excited honey, but I want to hear it from your lips. Tell Grandpa how excited you are."

"Scared Grandpa. I'm scared."

"I know, but you're excited too aren't you? You're a virgin, aren't you Pumpkin?"

"Yes."

"That's wonderful. You're so beautiful that it doesn't seem possible."

"I'm not beautiful. I'm fat."

"Plump. Not fat, and you are beautiful. You're a woman chronologically, but up until now you've been a child. That will change tonight. And Grandpa thinks you are beautiful. Look and see how I feel."

With that Richard Thomas rose from his perch on the bed, and as he did his erection brushed against Christie as he towered over her.

"Omigod," Christie mumbled when she looked down at what had poked into her, and there was nothing she had experienced - certainly not playing in the woods with Jimmy Barnes - that prepared her for the sight of her grandfather's throbbing erection waving in front of him like a billy club, inches away from her stomach.

"It's all for you honey," Grandpa was saying as his hands went on Christie's pulp shoulders, easing her down to her knees, and then his over-sized phallus was right in Christie's face.

"You know what Grandpa wants, don't you Pumpkin?"

"I can't," she protested while her veiny, muscular organ waited patiently, bobbing slightly, with the pink tip of the glans peeking out from underneath the shroud of his beige foreskin.

"You can and you will, my precious. Here."

Christie's hands were brought up to hold his penis by the base, and even with both hands wrapped around it more than half of Grandpa's manhood was still exposed. This wasn't like kneeling in front of Jimmy Barnes, with Christie taking control - nothing like that at all.

"Open your mouth, Pumpkin," Grandpa was saying as he used one hand to retract his foreskin while the other was in Christie's hair, bringing her face closer to him.

It was as big as a plum, the head of Grandpa's cock, and Christie opened her mouth wide when her mouth was brought to the drooling tip of his member.

"That's it babe. Just suck on the head of it for now. Work your hands up and down the shaft for me," Grandpa was saying. "Beautiful. Look up at Grandpa for me."

"I'm so proud of you," he was saying as he ran his hands through her scalp while she looked up at him from her place between his legs. "You're doing fine. Work your lips down a little farther. That's it."

Christie kept moving her lips up and down the first few inches of her grandfather's cock, bracing herself for him to shoot his spunk in her mouth like Jimmy Barnes had done, but Grandpa had more control, and soon her jaws were aching from having her mouth stretched out so much.

"Almost time, Pumpkin," Grandpa was saying as he reached under her arms and brought her back to her feet, and then she was on her back on the bed. "Almost time. Let Grandpa taste you and get you ready."

Christie felt her legs being raised by the strong hands under her butt, and then she felt Grandpa's head move between her pudgy thighs. When she felt his tongue dancing in a place where only two hands beside her own had ever been, she squealed and writhed on the bedding.

From between his granddaughter's thighs, Richard Thomas looked up through the pubic jungle at Christie squirming around, those huge breasts rolling from side to side as she wiggled up the bed.

She was a live-wire, that much was certain, and as he lapped greedily at her pussy, with his cheeks buffeted by the dense bush they were buried in, he sensed Christie was on the verge of cumming.

When she came, she was bucking so hard that he had to hold on to her hips to keep her on the bed as she came, convulsing wildly under his tongue, and when she stopped squirming and squealing, he raised himself up onto his knees.

"It's time, Pumpkin," Grandpa was saying to Christie, whose body was drenched with sweat and her face as red as a beet, looking like a deer in the headlights as she struggled to comprehend what was happening. "Time to become a woman."

"Please," Christie pleaded, wanting to slow this all down while the room spun around on her.

Her eyes darted around the room; to her school books - the posters of Justin Bieber and Twilight

- and her cross hanging over the end of her make-up mirror - but then blocking the view was Grandpa towering in front of her, with a wild look in his eyes at he brought the head of his monstrous organ along the drenched lips of her sex.

"Omigod!" Christie cried as her grandfather put the head of his cock inside of her, not yet penetrating her but instead just rubbing her clit with his glans.

"Feels nice, doesn't it babe? Just relax for Grandpa."

Christie looked like her mother had when she gave birth to her daughter, her face strained as she held her legs open by clutching the backs of her thighs, and after a moment she felt the pain.

"It's okay - it's okay," Grandpa was saying as he pushed his cock into what felt like a wall, and then suddenly the wall was gone, and as he popped inside his granddaughter she let out a scream that made him glad she lived in a neighborhood where the houses were spread out.

"That's my girl," Grandpa was saying as his cock squeezed farther and farther into her pussy, and then he was retracting before sliding in and out as gently as he could.

Tight beyond words, and the sloppy sounds that went along with his thrusting helped to drown out the sobs of his granddaughter. The sobs soon got softer and then stopped, and soon Christie was coming again. Unable to hold back any longer, Grandpa came along with Christie, filling her womb with his seed until he was drained.

"I'm so proud of you, Pumpkin," Grandpa was saying as he leaned over Christie and planted a kiss on her flushed forehead. "You okay?"

Christie nodded, and let out a startled cry when her grandfather's deflating cock slid out of her pussy.

"You were so good - so good for Grandpa," he sighed as he rolled onto the bedding next to Christie and cuddled with her while she caught her breath and hugged him back.

They rested for a while, and then Christie told her grandfather that she had to go to the bathroom.

"I'll help you, Pumpkin," Grandpa said as he climbed off the bed and helped his granddaughter to her feet.

"Don't look," Grandpa said when Christie looked back at the bedding while walking - or more accurately waddling - toward the bathroom.

"Blood of the virgin," Christie said softly as she leaned on her grandfather on the way to the bathroom, and he chuckled at her comment while helping her.

Richard Thomas changed the bedding, and was reclining on the fresh sheets when Christie returned.

She looked the same physically, with those magnificent breasts and that luxurious bush, but she had changed. her grandfather knew it, and so did Christie.

"Might take a while," her grandfather cautioned when Christie climbed back onto the bed and crawled between his thighs, lifting his flaccid cock and bowing her head. "Then again, maybe it won't."

***

"So I'll see you next weekend, Pumpkin?" her grandfather said as he kissed his sleepy granddaughter goodbye.

"Yes. I love you so much Grandpa."

"I love you too Christie. Sleep tight."

Richard Thomas paused at the door before leaving, looking back at his cherubic granddaughter before closing the door gently and leaving.

"No fun being 66," he muttered, his bones and joints protesting while going down the stairs to his car.

He had only cum 3 times, which was another sign of his aging. Might have to go on Viagra soon, he mused, because Christie was giving every sign of being the insatiable type.

The change that took place over the course of the evening was stunning. Once he taken taken her, it was as if something was unleashed inside of Christie. The third time she had acted almost feral, riding him like a deranged Annie Oakley, bouncing on his cock with her big tits flying all over the place while implaing herself.

"Viagra next week," Richard Thomas said to himself as he pulled out of his daughter's driveway, wanting to make sure he would be hard enough to break through the final chaste place.

***

"Christie?"

"Mom?"

"Yes baby," Toni Platte said as she turned the lamp on at the lowest setting and sat next to her daughter on the bed. "Sorry to wake you up."

"Something wrong?"

"No honey," Mom said. "I was just so excited I couldn't wait until morning."

"About what?"

"I saw the sheets in the hamper."

"Oh."

"My Dad was here, wasn't he?" she asked, and Christie nodded.

"All night - I couldn't think of anything else. Through the concert - dinner."

"You knew?" Christie said.

"Yes baby, and I'm so jealous."

"You are?"

"Tell me - please tell me. How was it? Was it good for you?"

"Omigod yes," Christie said, leaning up on her elbow, and her mother noticed that the usually very modest Christie was standing there with her breasts fully exposed. "It was amazing."

"I'm so happy for you," her mother gushed, and they hugged, both women crying for a while before getting themselves together.

"How many times?"

"Three," Christie gushed.

"Wow! You must be sore."

"Yeah, but after a while I didn't care. It was like I couldn't get enough."

"I remember."

"Grandpa sort of said that you and him..."

"Yes, although I wasn't a virgin when he took me. I wish I had been. I don't even remember the guys who came before him. That's how good he was. Tell me, did he take you - you know - anally?"

"No. He said next time. Grandpa wants me to come over to his house and spend next weekend if him, if it's okay with you guys."

"Of course it is."

"Do you and Grandpa still - you know?" Christie asked.

"No. Once you get married that's the end. Dad's strict about that. You're the last one. Your Aunt Nancy's girls are all grown and married."

"You mean Grandpa did Lori, Kim and Barbara too? And Aunt Nancy?" Christie asked, and her mother nodded.

"So I suggest that you enjoy it while you can," Mom said. "I know I did, because to tell you the truth, you'll never get a better lover. At least that's the way I feel - I think that's the way we all feel. He's hung like a stallion and what's best him, he knows how to use it."

"I wish he was here right now," Christie said.

"Heck, if he was here I'm so horny that he would have to fight me off too," Mom said. "Uh - did you take a shower?"

"No, after the last time I was too exhausted. Probably should though," Christie said. "I'm full of Grandpa."

"Wait," her mother said. "I - Uh - don't think I'm weird or anything, but would you mind if I sort of shared your experience - vicariously?"

"What do you mean?' Christie asked.

"You'll see."

With that Toni Platte moved down to the end of the bed and climbed between her daughter's legs. Stuck on the matted pubic hair that surrounded her daughter's cunt were wads of dried semen, and as Christie's mother parted her plump thighs she buried her face in her daughter's sex, trying desperately to taste the seed that her father had filled the womb with.

"Omigod Mom!" Christie gasped, grabbing her mother by the hair, but she wasn't pulling her away, but drawing her closer. "Yeah! Suck my pussy. Suck Grandpa's cum out of me!"

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