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.
Grandpa announced he had to leave for a week on some errand for his old job, packing a bag and driving off without much fanfare. I should have rejoiced but, the house felt emptier than ever, the silence pressing in like a weight. My body, though, screamed for him.
That first night alone, I lay in bed, hand slipping between my legs, fingers circling my clit in desperate circles. I was soaked just thinking about his thick cock stretching me, but no matter how hard I rubbed, how deep I plunged my fingers into my pussy, the edge stayed out of reach. My walls clenched around nothing, aching for his girth, but the orgasm wouldn't come. I humped my pillow, grinding my clit against the fabric, whispering his name, but frustration built instead of release. Exhausted and throbbing, I fell asleep unsatisfied, pussy dripping with unspent need.
The days dragged on like that. I'd sneak touches during the day—fingering myself in the shower, water cascading over my tits as I tried to mimic his thrusts, or in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with three fingers buried deep, thumb on my clit. Nothing. My body knew only his touch could push me over, that twisted addiction he'd forced into me. By the fourth day, desperation clawed at me. I remembered the neighbor, Mr. Harlan, a burly guy in his forties who'd always eyed me when I mowed the lawn. Maybe he could scratch the itch.
I knocked on his door in a short sundress, no panties underneath, nipples hard against the thin fabric. 'Hey, Mr. Harlan,' I said, voice husky, stepping close so he could smell my arousal. 'Grandpa's away, and I'm... lonely. Want to come over?' His eyes widened, dropping to my cleavage, and he followed me inside without a word. In the living room, I pushed him onto the couch and straddled his lap, grinding my bare pussy against the bulge in his jeans. He groaned, hands grabbing my ass, yanking my dress up to squeeze my cheeks.
I unzipped him, pulling out his cock—decent size, hard and leaking—but as I sank down, guiding him into my slick heat, it felt wrong. Too small, too gentle. He thrust up, hands on my hips, but my body didn't respond like it did for Grandpa. I rode him, bouncing hard, clit rubbing against his pubic bone, but the pressure built and fizzled, no spark igniting. 'Fuck me harder,' I begged, pinching my own nipples, but he just panted and came too soon, spurting weakly inside me. I climbed off, frustrated tears pricking my eyes, pussy still empty and unsatisfied. He left awkwardly, and I collapsed on the couch, fingers diving back in, but again, no climax. Only Grandpa could make me shatter.
When he finally returned, the door slamming behind him, I was waiting in his bedroom, naked and on all fours, ass up like an offering. 'Missed you,' I whispered, no shame left, just raw hunger. He smirked, stripping off his shirt, cock already tenting his pants. 'Eager little slut,' he said, but I didn't wait. I crawled to him, yanking his zipper down and sucking him deep, tongue swirling around the head before taking him to the back of my throat. He groaned, fisting my hair, but I pulled off and pushed him onto the bed.
Straddling him, I lined up his thick cock with my dripping entrance and sank down, inch by inch, moaning at the perfect stretch. 'Fuck, yes,' I gasped, starting to ride him hard, hips slamming down, ass slapping his thighs. His hands gripped my waist, guiding me faster, my tits bouncing with each drop. Pleasure ignited instantly, that familiar coil tightening in my belly. I ground my clit against him, walls fluttering, and came hard, pussy spasming around his shaft, juices soaking his balls.
He flipped us, pinning me beneath him, thrusting deep while I rode the waves. 'Been fucked while I was gone?' he grunted, eyes dark with possession. I nodded, breathless. 'Tried... fingering myself every night, but couldn't cum. Body's addicted to you.' He pounded harder, cock dragging along my g-spot. 'Anyone else?' I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper. 'Three of Mom's boyfriends back home. They took turns, fucked my mouth, pussy, even my ass once, but none made me feel like this. No orgasms like yours.'
His thrusts grew brutal, slamming into me. 'Tell me more.' I gasped as another climax built. 'The neighbor... Mr. Harlan. I seduced him, rode his cock on the couch, but I couldn't cum. Begged him to fuck me harder, but it was nothing.' Grandpa's eyes lit with lust, a growl rumbling in his chest. 'Slutty girl, chasing dick while I'm away. Turns me on, knowing you tried and failed.' He pulled out suddenly, flipping me to my stomach and yanking my hips up. Ramming back in, he fucked me doggy-style, hand cracking against my ass, the sting pushing me over. I came again, screaming into the pillow, pussy milking him tight.
He didn't stop, pounding through it, fingers rubbing my clit until a third orgasm ripped through me, thighs quaking. 'Get yourself a boyfriend,' he panted, voice rough. 'Young buck to fuck you whenever, but I'll watch. See you take cock, then claim you after.' The idea sent heat flooding me, taboo and thrilling. 'Yes, Grandpa,' I moaned, pushing back onto him. 'I'll find one for you to watch.' Satisfied, he buried deep and came, hot ropes of cum flooding my pussy, triggering my fourth climax, body convulsing in bliss.
We collapsed, sweaty and spent, his cock still twitching inside me. As he pulled out, cum leaking down my thighs, a knock echoed from the front door. I threw on a robe, sticky and flushed, and answered to find Aunty Lisa, Mom's sister, standing there with concern etched on her face. 'Hey, sweetie. I've come to take you away from here. This place isn't right for you—let's get you to my house, somewhere safe.' Her eyes scanned me, lingering on the marks on my neck, the disheveled hair.
I shook my head, stepping back. 'No, Aunty. I prefer to stay with Grandpa.' She frowned, pushing forward. 'What? After everything with your mom, you deserve better. Come on.' But I stood firm, heat still pulsing between my legs from his touch. 'He's family. I belong here.' She argued, voice rising, but I shut the door on her, locking it, heart pounding with a mix of defiance and desire. Grandpa's arms wrapped around me from behind, hand sliding under my robe to cup my pussy. 'Good girl,' he murmured, fingers dipping into the mess he'd made. 'Now, let's get you cleaned up... or dirtier.' And just like that, I was lost in him again, the world outside fading away.
I've always known I'm Grandpa's little slut. Ever since I moved in with him after Mom went to prison, he's treated me like his personal fuck hole. He doesn't ask; he just takes. Mornings start with him dragging me out of bed by my hair, bending me over the dresser, and ramming his stiff cock into my pussy until I'm dripping down my thighs. Nights end with him pinning me face-down on the mattress, his weight crushing me as he grinds deep, filling me with his thick loads. I whimper and spread my legs wider each time, my body craving the rough way he claims me, even if my mind screams otherwise.
One afternoon, after he'd just finished pounding my ass raw in the living room—his hands bruising my hips as he thrust hard, making me yelp with every slap of his balls against my skin—he pulled out and watched his cum ooze from my stretched hole. "You're such a greedy whore," he muttered, smacking my cheek lightly. "Taking it up the ass like that, begging for more without saying a word. But you need something bigger, don't you? Someone to really wreck you." I lay there panting, my body still twitching, confused but too spent to argue.
He didn't explain right away. Instead, he zipped up and left me leaking on the floor while he made a call. Hours later, as I showered off the stickiness, trying to ignore the ache between my legs, I heard the front door open. Grandpa's voice boomed from the hallway, followed by a deeper, smoother tone. Curiosity pulled me out, wrapped only in a towel, and that's when I saw him—Tyrone. He was a towering black man, broad-shouldered and ripped, with dark skin glistening under the light and a smirk that promised trouble. Grandpa clapped him on the back like an old buddy. "This is my granddaughter," he said, eyeing me hungrily. "She's a total slut. Needs a real man to stretch her out. You up for it?"
Tyrone's gaze raked over me, lingering on the towel barely covering my tits and the curve of my ass. He nodded, his voice low and commanding. "Hell yeah. Let's see what she can handle.'+" Grandpa grinned, shoving me forward. "Drop the towel, girl. Show him why I called you in." My hands trembled as I obeyed, letting the fabric fall to reveal my naked body—nipples hard from the cool air, pussy already swelling with unwanted heat. Tyrone stepped closer, his large hand cupping my breast, thumb flicking the peak until I gasped." Nice," he murmured, then spun me around to inspect my ass, squeezing the cheeks apart. "Bet this hole's seen some action."
Grandpa watched, rubbing his crotch as Tyrone stripped off his shirt, revealing a chiseled chest and abs that made my mouth water. "Bend her over the couch," Grandpa instructed, his tone eager. Tyrone didn't hesitate, pushing me down until my tits pressed into the cushions, my ass up high. He unzipped his pants, and when his cock sprang free, I nearly choked—it was enormous, thick as my wrist, the dark length curving slightly with a fat head already beading pre-cum. Grandpa whistled. "Go on, fuck her ass. She loves it rough."
Tyrone spat on his palm, stroking himself once before pressing the tip against my tight ring. I tensed, but he gripped my waist and shoved in, the burn ripping a cry from my throat as he forced past the resistance. Inch after thick inch buried into me, stretching my walls to their limit, until he bottomed out with a grunt. "Fuck, she's tight," he said, pulling back only to slam forward again. The thrusts came hard and fast, his hips pistoning as my ass jiggled from the impact. Pain melted into filthy pleasure, my pussy clenching emptily below.
Grandpa couldn't resist joining. He knelt in front of me, yanking my head up by the hair and stuffing his cock into my mouth."Suck while he reams you," he growled, fucking my face with short, brutal jabs that made drool spill down my chin. Tyrone's pace quickened, his balls slapping my wet folds with every drive, the fullness in my ass making me moan around Grandpa's shaft. They used me in tandem, Tyrone's massive dick splitting me open while Grandpa choked me on his length.
But they weren't done. "Let's double up on her," Grandpa said, pulling out with a slick pop. They flipped me onto my back on the couch, Tyrone staying lodged in my ass as he lay beneath me, his strong arms holding me in place. Grandpa climbed on, spreading my thighs wide and aligning his cock with my soaked entrance. "Ready to be stuffed, slut?" he taunted, then thrust in deep, his girth sliding alongside Tyrone's in the shared space—no, one in pussy, one in ass, the pressure immense as both holes filled to bursting.
I screamed, the dual invasion overwhelming, their cocks rubbing through the thin barrier inside me. Tyrone bucked up into my ass, his hands digging into my hips, while Grandpa hammered down into my pussy, his balls smacking Tyrone's with wet thuds. "Look at her, taking two dicks like the whore she is," Grandpa panted, pinching my clit to heighten the torment. Tyrone growled agreement, his thrusts growing erratic. The friction built a fire in my core, every nerve alight as they pounded relentlessly.
It crashed over me suddenly—my orgasm exploding wild and uncontrolled. My ass and pussy spasmed around their cocks, milking them as I arched off the couch, juices gushing out to drench Grandpa's shaft. I wailed, nails raking Tyrone's chest, body convulsing in waves of bliss that left me shuddering. Tyrone came first, roaring as he pumped hot spurts deep into my ass, flooding me until it leaked out. Grandpa followed, burying himself to the hilt and unloading into my pussy, his cum mixing with my release.
They eased out, leaving me a quivering, cum-soaked mess sprawled on the couch. Grandpa chuckled, patting my thigh. "Told you she's a slut. Good call bringing you over, Tyrone." Tyrone just grinned, wiping sweat from his brow, and I knew Grandpa would be calling him again soon.