02-07-2020, 01:34 PM
“Oh granddad I love it when you take me like this, I love to feel your lovely hard cock pushing deep into me. I want to feel your come shooting deep into me from your lovely big balls. I want you to fill me up, like you did last time. I want to feel your come leaking out of me as I walk home, soaking the top of my legs. Come on granddad, shoot your lovely jism right up my hot, tight hole. I’m always hot and wet for you, granddad. You can shoot your load into me any time you want, do anything you want to me, make me do anything. You can strip me at any time, play with my body, make me play with myself for you until I come.”
“Would you have liked this when you were fourteen as well?”
With a shock I remembered the scene I had invented the night before for him. A thrill of revulsion and excitement ran through me.
“Oh, I’d have loved you to do this to me when I was young, granddad. I’d have loved you to be the first. The first to touch me, the first to see me, the first to have me. After you’d spanked me you’d find that I was still enjoying myself. You’d tell me off, but then you’d change. You’d make me lie down on the dirty floor of the store room, and you’d make me spread my legs wide for you. You’d be able to see everything, and I’d do anything you said, granddad. You’d make me lie there, and then you’d open my blouse and push my bra up over my breasts. You’d be able to see all of me, every little bit. And then you’d take your lovely, big, thick, stiff cock out of your trousers. I’d look at it, and I’d be afraid. ‘It’s too big granddad, it’ll hurt me’ I’d cry. But you’d say ‘just lie still Alison, just do as you’re told’. And I would, granddad, I’d do just what you told me to do, I’d have to. And you’d spread my legs wider, then run your fingers along my slit. And you’d push your finger into my hot tunnel, and I’d be really wet, and you’d feel me squirming around as you felt my pussy. Then you’d put the tip of your big, stiff cock against the entrance to my pussy, and I’d cry out ‘ don’t hurt me, granddad’ and you’d drive into me, taking me for the first time. No one has ever had me before. You’re the first granddad. I’ll remember you for ever.”
He grunted and then I felt him shoot his massive load deep into me. I felt spurt after spurt of his hot, sticky come shoot into me. Finally, he collapsed on top of me, gasping for breath.
After a moment or two he rolled off me. He lay on his back for a few seconds, then reached for his cigarettes. He lit one, blew a cloud of smoke towards the ceiling then said, “What are you waiting for, a letter of thanks or something?”
I looked at him quizzically.
“I have to go to work now, and I’m not leaving you lying in bed like some lazy bitch. Get your kit on and bugger off. I’ll come and see you later, tonight maybe.”
I was stunned! I’d just given the dirty old bastard probably the best shag of his life and now he was literally ordering me to leave. My flash of temper must have showed on my face, because he said, “Although if you want to stay and have your arse smacked, I’m sure I can find time for that. Is that what you want?”
“No granddad.”
“Right, then get your fat arse out of my bed and bugger off.”
I got out of bed and padded off to the living room to retrieve my clothing. I had just pulled on my knickers when he came into the room. He took hold of my arm and marched me to the door muttering, “I don’t have time to wait around all day for a little tart like you, get out. Now!”
And with that he dragged me out of the living room. I reached out and tried to grab my skirt and blouse but he was too quick. Before I knew it we were out on the landing and then heading down the stairs. We reached the front door, he opened it and threw me out, slamming it shut behind me. I stood in a state of shock for a moment or two, until I realised that I was standing on his door step, in the thin morning light, wearing only a thin pair of cotton knickers.
I heard the sound of whistles and cheers and looked around to se a group of maybe five or six men standing at a nearby bus stop. I covered my breasts with my arms and turned to bang on the door. No response. I called through his letter box, “Granddad, please let me back in. Granddad, please, I don’t have any clothes on. Please don’t leave me out here granddad.”
No answer. After a few moments I realised that the old bastard wasn’t going to come back and let me in. I looked around me, the group at the bus stop were still calling and whistling. One of them started to walk towards me, a big, swarthy man, grinning broadly. I wasn’t about to hang around to be his plaything, so I scampered back to the flat.
When I reached my own front door I had another seemingly endless wait while I tried to wake Alan. As I stood there, shivering, one arm across my breasts the other hand jammed on the door bell a van load of building workers passed by. More cheers and whistles, accompanied this time by a chorus of comments and invitations.
“Would you have liked this when you were fourteen as well?”
With a shock I remembered the scene I had invented the night before for him. A thrill of revulsion and excitement ran through me.
“Oh, I’d have loved you to do this to me when I was young, granddad. I’d have loved you to be the first. The first to touch me, the first to see me, the first to have me. After you’d spanked me you’d find that I was still enjoying myself. You’d tell me off, but then you’d change. You’d make me lie down on the dirty floor of the store room, and you’d make me spread my legs wide for you. You’d be able to see everything, and I’d do anything you said, granddad. You’d make me lie there, and then you’d open my blouse and push my bra up over my breasts. You’d be able to see all of me, every little bit. And then you’d take your lovely, big, thick, stiff cock out of your trousers. I’d look at it, and I’d be afraid. ‘It’s too big granddad, it’ll hurt me’ I’d cry. But you’d say ‘just lie still Alison, just do as you’re told’. And I would, granddad, I’d do just what you told me to do, I’d have to. And you’d spread my legs wider, then run your fingers along my slit. And you’d push your finger into my hot tunnel, and I’d be really wet, and you’d feel me squirming around as you felt my pussy. Then you’d put the tip of your big, stiff cock against the entrance to my pussy, and I’d cry out ‘ don’t hurt me, granddad’ and you’d drive into me, taking me for the first time. No one has ever had me before. You’re the first granddad. I’ll remember you for ever.”
He grunted and then I felt him shoot his massive load deep into me. I felt spurt after spurt of his hot, sticky come shoot into me. Finally, he collapsed on top of me, gasping for breath.
After a moment or two he rolled off me. He lay on his back for a few seconds, then reached for his cigarettes. He lit one, blew a cloud of smoke towards the ceiling then said, “What are you waiting for, a letter of thanks or something?”
I looked at him quizzically.
“I have to go to work now, and I’m not leaving you lying in bed like some lazy bitch. Get your kit on and bugger off. I’ll come and see you later, tonight maybe.”
I was stunned! I’d just given the dirty old bastard probably the best shag of his life and now he was literally ordering me to leave. My flash of temper must have showed on my face, because he said, “Although if you want to stay and have your arse smacked, I’m sure I can find time for that. Is that what you want?”
“No granddad.”
“Right, then get your fat arse out of my bed and bugger off.”
I got out of bed and padded off to the living room to retrieve my clothing. I had just pulled on my knickers when he came into the room. He took hold of my arm and marched me to the door muttering, “I don’t have time to wait around all day for a little tart like you, get out. Now!”
And with that he dragged me out of the living room. I reached out and tried to grab my skirt and blouse but he was too quick. Before I knew it we were out on the landing and then heading down the stairs. We reached the front door, he opened it and threw me out, slamming it shut behind me. I stood in a state of shock for a moment or two, until I realised that I was standing on his door step, in the thin morning light, wearing only a thin pair of cotton knickers.
I heard the sound of whistles and cheers and looked around to se a group of maybe five or six men standing at a nearby bus stop. I covered my breasts with my arms and turned to bang on the door. No response. I called through his letter box, “Granddad, please let me back in. Granddad, please, I don’t have any clothes on. Please don’t leave me out here granddad.”
No answer. After a few moments I realised that the old bastard wasn’t going to come back and let me in. I looked around me, the group at the bus stop were still calling and whistling. One of them started to walk towards me, a big, swarthy man, grinning broadly. I wasn’t about to hang around to be his plaything, so I scampered back to the flat.
When I reached my own front door I had another seemingly endless wait while I tried to wake Alan. As I stood there, shivering, one arm across my breasts the other hand jammed on the door bell a van load of building workers passed by. More cheers and whistles, accompanied this time by a chorus of comments and invitations.
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