Pervert Grandpa 1

My mom got thrown in jail for some bullshit drug charge, leaving me stranded at fourteen. With no other options, I moved in with Grandpa in his old, rambling house on the edge of town. He greeted me at the door with a firm handshake, his grip lingering a second too long, eyes roaming over my body like he was appraising something. The place felt lonely and dusty, but I figured it'd be temporary. That hope died on my second night there.

I was curled up in the spare bedroom, drifting toward sleep, when the door eased open with a soft creak. Grandpa's heavy footsteps padded across the floor, and before I could react, he was on the bed, his weight pinning me down. "Quiet now, girl," he muttered, his calloused hands clamping my wrists above my head. I twisted, whispering," Grandpa, what are you doing? Stop!" But he just pressed his knee between my thighs, forcing them apart.

He shoved my nightshirt up to my neck, baring my tits to the chilly air, and dove in, mouth latching onto my nipple with a rough suck. Electricity shot through me, straight to my pussy, making it clench. I hated it, but my body responded, nipple peaking hard against his tongue as he bit down lightly. His free hand yanked my panties to the side, fingers diving between my folds to rub my clit in firm circles. "Already soaking for me," he grunted, plunging two thick fingers inside my tight hole.

I bucked against him, trying to push away, but the pressure built fast, his fingers curling to hit that spot deep inside. Heat coiled in my belly, unwanted and intense. He pumped harder, thumb grinding my clit, and I shattered, pussy spasming around his fingers as I came with a choked gasp. Juices gushed out, coating his hand, and tears burned my eyes—forced, against my will, but the orgasm ripped through me like fire.

He pulled his fingers free, slick and shiny, and fumbled with his zipper. His cock flopped out, heavy and veined, the head already leaking. "Gonna fill this young cunt," he said, lining up and thrusting in without warning. I cried out at the stretch, his girth splitting me open, but then it shifted, pleasure blooming as he bottomed out. He started pounding, hips slamming into mine, balls smacking my ass with each drive.

"No, please," I begged, but my hips lifted to meet him, chasing the friction that made my walls flutter. Why did it feel way better than any of my mom's boyfriend that I'd let fuck me? He grabbed my thighs, spreading me wider, and fucked deeper, the angle hitting my g-spot relentlessly. Another climax built, coiling tight, and when he pinched my clit, I exploded again, pussy milking his cock as waves of ecstasy crashed over me. He groaned, thrusting through it until he buried deep and unloaded, hot spurts of cum flooding my insides.

He rolled off, zipping up, and slipped out like nothing happened, leaving me panting and sticky, body still twitching from the aftershocks. I lay there, confused and ashamed, but the ache between my legs whispered for more.

The next night, he returned, bolder this time. I pretended to sleep, but he flipped the covers back and dragged my hips to the edge of the bed. "On your knees," he ordered, and when I resisted, he forced me, ass up, face down in the pillow. His hands spread my cheeks, and he dove in with his tongue, lapping at my pussy from behind like a starving man.

I whimpered, the wet heat making me drip onto the sheets. His tongue flicked my clit, then plunged inside, fucking me with it while his fingers rubbed my entrance. Pleasure surged, betraying me again, and I ground back against his face, hating every second. He sucked my clit hard, teeth grazing, and I came undone, thighs shaking as I squirted a little, soaking his chin.

Not done, he stood and rammed his cock into me, gripping my hips to pull me back onto every inch. "Tight little pussy, just right," he panted, slamming in deep. The fullness overwhelmed me, his shaft dragging along my walls, building that fire anew. I clawed the mattress, moans escaping despite my efforts to stay silent. He reached under, fingers circling my clit, and I came a second time, walls clamping down so hard he cursed.

He kept going, pounding through my orgasm until his rhythm faltered. With a final thrust, he came, pumping ropes of seed into my pussy, then pulled out, letting it drip down my thighs. He patted my ass and left, the door clicking shut behind him.

It became a nightly invasion. The third night, he woke me by straddling my chest, cock slapping my lips. "Open up," he demanded, and when I clamped my mouth shut, he pinched my nose until I gasped. He shoved in, fucking my mouth with shallow thrusts, his balls resting on my chin. Saliva dripped down my face as he used me, but even that sparked heat low in my belly.

He pulled out, hard and glistening, and flipped me onto my back. Spreading my legs wide, he rubbed his tip along my slit before sinking in slow, inch by inch. "Feel that? Grandpa's cock is yours now." The stretch burned sweet, and as he started thrusting, steady and deep, pleasure pooled again. I wrapped my legs around him without thinking, pulling him closer.

He grinned down at me, pounding harder, one hand tweaking my nipples. The dual assault sent me over, pussy convulsing around him as I came with a muffled scream. He didn't let up, fucking me through it, then flipped me to ride him reverse. "Bounce on it,'" he growled, and my body obeyed, ass slapping his thighs as I rose and fell. It so damn good.

The new angle ground his cock against my front wall, and another orgasm hit fast, making me tremble. He grabbed my hips, slamming up into me until he erupted, cum filling me once more. Exhausted, he pushed me off and vanished into the night.

Days blurred, but the assaults never stopped. One afternoon, I came home from my shift at the diner to find him waiting in the living room, pants around his ankles, stroking his hard cock. "Get over here," he barked, and before I could bolt, he had me bent over the couch arm, skirt hiked up.

He kicked my legs apart and thrust in dry at first, the friction rough but igniting sparks. As my pussy wettened, it turned slick, and he railed me hard, hand fisting my hair. "Cum for me, girl," he commanded, fingers finding my clit to rub furiously. I did, shattering with a sob, juices squirting around his pistoning shaft.

He spun me around, pushing me to my knees, and fed his cock back into my mouth, fucking my throat until tears streamed. Pulling out, he bent me over again, alternating between my pussy and teasing my ass with his tip. The threat alone made me clench, and when he slammed back into my cunt, I came twice more, body quaking uncontrollably.

Finally, he pinned me to the floor, legs over his shoulders, and drove deep, hitting my cervix with each thrust. The intensity built to a peak, and as he flooded me with his load, I came one last time, vision blurring from the bliss.

That evening, after he'd left me sprawled and leaking, he cornered me in the kitchen while I tried to eat. His eyes bored into mine, a smug twist to his lips. "You know why I do this? You're not just my granddaughter. You're my daughter—your mom's mine too. Blood calls to blood, and this pussy was made for my cock."

The revelation hit like a punch, twisting my world, but even as horror sank in, my body throbbed with residual pleasure. He didn't give me time to process, dragging me to his bedroom that night.

There, he tied my wrists to the headboard with his belt, spreading my legs wide. Starting slow, he licked my pussy clean of the afternoon's mess, tongue delving deep, sucking my clit until I arched and came on his face. Then he mounted me, cock sliding home easily, and fucked me missionary, eyes locked on mine.

"Take it all," he grunted, thrusts building speed. Pleasure layered on pleasure, my bound body helpless as orgasms rolled through—one from his fingers on my clit, another from the deep pounding, a third when he sucked my tits while grinding inside. He came with a roar, pumping me full, then untied me, leaving me wrecked.

Every night devolved into this—him sneaking in to finger me awake, making me squirt before fucking me senseless; or catching me in the shower, pressing me against the tiles to eat my ass while rubbing my pussy until I came screaming; bending me over the breakfast table in the mornings, cock buried deep as he made me breakfast with one hand, my climaxes shaking the dishes.

He'd pin me against walls, lift me onto counters, take me in every room, always drawing out multiple orgasms that left me limp and soaked. My protests faded to whimpers, drowned by the ecstasy he forced from my body. I was his secret daughter, his unwilling fucktoy, trapped in a cycle of assault that my pussy craved, cumming harder each time he claimed me.