Grandpa's Little Whore
“Oh, Grandpa, this is soooo fucking wrong,” she moaned, tensed as a granite stone. “You just took my virginity. My own grandfather.”
“Too late for regret, isn’t it?”
“Fuck regret and fuck you. Urg, yes, God, this hurts like hell yet it feels so fine. If you weren’t so fucking big, I’d be enjoying this.”
“You will in a minute. Trust me on this. Shall I proceed?”
She nodded reluctantly, looking so cute and fuckable in that cowgirl hat, and grasped his arms for support. Woodward plunged down in a slow but careful entrée, her soft slot wriggling his manhood at such an ecstatic hold. Virgin blood trickled down her crack. Grinding forward and pushing deeper, with series of stifle moaning and depraved profanities, feeling that wonderful, wonderful cock-gripping warmth there, immersing deeper and deeper and deeper ever more. Woodward decided to put in a little action time. He yanked his cock all the way out until his head peeked out of her clit and drove forward in a maddening thrust, reaching to the final place called the dead-end.
She screamed and thrashed under him, eyes shutting in pain. Woodward was feeling all sort of emotions at this very moment: Guilt, pleasure, lust, pride, anxiety, and even grandfatherly compassion filled him in the middle of his sexual adrenaline.
Then all that emotions became one great sense of mindless bliss just when Chelsea wrapped her legs around his waist, tightening their forbidden connection, and crooned at her pummeling punishment for masturbating in a barn. Her face became a grimacing visage of all-out lust and illicit adoration, her remorseless eyes, flaring nostrils, panting mouth all seeming to express that she was worshipping this wicked act. One hand clutched on her western hat as the other clawed at his chest, her shoulders jumped at each grandfatherly fuck propelled her in.
He rammed his cock in all the way to the hilt, shouting incoherently as he did this. She was also screaming, yelling for him to keep doing it and to go faster. “Grandpa, fuck me! Fuck me! Oh, yeah, you’re a fucking stud. I love the way you’re doing me. I just fucking love it. Fuck me harder. Please, give me one deep push.”
“You sure?” he croaked, doing his best to maintain his stamina.
“Yeah, fuck me with all you got,” she purred again in a way that tinged his nerves. “Push it in until your balls touch my asshole.”
Hugging her legs even tighter, he realized she was trying to pull him further than he could go, almost choking him in the process. Woodward did as she wished, propelling his entire weight against her delicate figure, banging and ramming her to the end with a grunting snarl. A squishing noise filled his ears following his granddaughter’s yelp of pain and pleasure.
She grabbed her nipples with her fingers and squeezed them in delight. “Ah! Ah! Uh! Mff! Mff, yes! YES! OH, GRANDPA, I FEEL SO STUFFED!”
His mind was starting to whirl with gratification. “Argh, this is the best pussy I’ve ever had in my life!”
“It fucking should be – I’m your grandgirl. I bet you even want my mother, huh? Yeah, you pervert, she’s hot and I bet you even dreamed of fucking her like you’re doing me right now.”
It was the truth but he decided not to tell her. “No, darling, I just wanted you.”
She smiled, tits bouncing as his dick boosted into her vagina. “Good. That’s what I wanted to hear.”
More deep-exploring pumping, moans, and squishing rhythms pervaded the silence in the barn. His monster was becoming glossy and slick with her juice, reappearing and disappearing in her canal. Even fucking this girl, Woodward couldn’t help but think of what her mother, Mary, would have to say about their little act. Or what his wife in heaven is saying right now to God after seeing how good their granddaughter was getting laid. Fuck Mary, his dead wife (may she doubtfully rest in peace), and conscience.
“I wanna do it in a different position,” Chelsea said breathlessly.
“What position is that, dear?”
She struggled to break their connection but since his cock was so huge, it was a hard work to pull it out. When the head popped out of her cunt, she made a gasping sigh and looked at him straight in the eyes. Then she flopped around on all four, leather cowgirl hat tilted perfectly on her pretty red hair, and arched that miraculous piece of ass at Grandpa Woodward.
He got the message.
It was an edgy moment when he mounted on her, laying his stomach on her frail back and bearing his loins against her behind, and even edgier when his cock reinfused into her slot, which was sodden wet with female juice. She let out her loudest whore-moan and dropped her head on the ground in a submissive you-got-me-there gesture, all her muscles limping beneath him.
Then the doggy-style humping began. The entire barn was starting to obtain a certain smell of incest and the line they had both crossed had lone since disappeared. All Woodward could see of Chelsea was her beautiful muscle-toned back, her nice curves, her gorgeous sweat-drenched butt-cheeks along with her untouched asshole, and that tempting hat.
Seeing her asshole, Woodward had an idea.
He did this based on instinct, pulling his dick out of his granddaughter’s pussy and shoving it all into her tight anal opening at such a quick exchange that it almost traumatized him with a mild heart attack. Her shithole was warmer, squishier, and goddamn tighter than her once-was virgin slot. Oh, Chelsea screamed at this turn of event and Grandpa Woodward rear-fuck her like a bucking bronco.
“Ah! Ah! Ah!” Chelsea moaned in a guttural grimace and lift her head high as a giraffe. She had pushed herself off the ground, legs spreading and flinching wider apart as her asshole was being ravaged.
“How you like that, Chel! Huh?” Woodward banged her for an answer and his response was a groaning “Fuck you.”
He believed he had held long enough for this final finale to come. He could feel an electrifying jolt of pleasure prickling in his balls and that I-think-I’m-gonna-blast warning. But all that stopped when Chelsea broke free from his brutal anal-fucking. He almost came on the spot but willed it to hold.
“What’s the hell?”
“Patient, old man,” she replied coyly, standing on her feet from the haystack and turning around, then looking down on him with deigning supremacy. Woodward was still on his knees, heaving large breaths and his white hair, no doubt, was out of place. He couldn’t help but noticed how fucking sexy this wet and butt-naked teen goddess look wearing that Wild Wild West hat. From his angle, he could even see her cute beaver of her and that asshole, which was now a little stretched than before.
“I felt you were ready to cum,” she said hotly. “But I’m not done yet. You see this nice western hat I’m wearing? You know I’m a cowgirl, ain’t I? But do you know what a cowgirl does for fun?”
As obvious as this answer should have been, all Woodward could think about was his raging hard-on and that urge to blast his load somewhere.
She smiled playfully. “Well, they go horse-riding. And you’re going to be my horse and I’m going to ride you like you’ve never been rode before. Since you shot enough pre-cum in me, I don’t think it’ll make much of a difference if you came inside me. But I want you to hold as loooong as possible until I’m satisfied, you got that, partner?”
“Then lay down on your back.”
He did just as what he was told.
“Good,” replied Chelsea, approaching him in a careful, prudent saunter. Then she placed one foot on his side and stood over him, her ass at the exact perspective against his standing flagpole. If she was to drop straight down on him, her entire pussy would be speared by his monster.
She crouched down on him, stooping carefully, still keeping her ass at an unreachable point, and kissed him gingerly for the first time in their sick performance. Their tongue met and it was French time. Grandpa Woodward realized he was madly in love just when their breaths passed into each mouth.
Then she grabbed his cock and guided it into her pussyhole, wedging it apart once again. A moan escaped her throat as Woodward gouged his cock further into her vagina. Her eyes locked on his and a bad-girl smile formed at the corner of her mouth. She let her weight dropped and his entire beefstick exploded into her. Caught in surprise at her twisted act, Woodward grunted and held back his need to let out.
Then she began to ride him, straddle-locking him down and then positioning her movement in long, soft strides. “Ooooo, Grandpa, you know how long I’ve waited for this?”
“Arg, God, no.”
“Feels good, huh? The way my pussy massage your cock and the way I work it on you. Not bad for a first-timer, won’t you say?”
His answer was a strained nod.
“Oh, you look like you’re almost there. Wouldn’t it be nice for you to just . . . let it go?” She took an intake of breath, leaping up and down in a slow twitch and then quickening her rodeo jaunt with higher fucking motion, slamming faster and harder. Her breasts bounced and dazzled his mind as she jerked her pelvis back and forth, grinding his cock in a slick rubdown. “Fuck, you’re so big,” she muttered, putting a finger in her mouth and sucking on it. “Like sitting on a baseball bat or a goddamn arm of Arnold Schwarzenegger.”
“Jesus, slow down! You’re going to fast! I can’t hold in any longer!”
“No! Fuck you!” She rammed down on him, groaning loudly, and jerked her entire ass up in the air, teasing him until his head hung at the edge and landed down again. Woodward groaned, almost blackening at this performance, and felt his heart skipped a beat. He was at the point of no return, feeling that boiling fume circulating in his nutsacks. His heart trip-hammered just as Chelsea wiggled his beast in a strange tickle that triple his emerging ejaculation. He could feel it preparing for a launch-off but it hadn’t reach that point yet. Give it about ten seconds and he’s gone to space.
“Do you love me?!” she shouted between shrieks, pumping him. “Tell me, asshole, do you love me?!”
Feeling like a drunken senile, he couldn’t answer.
“Answer the fucking question!”
“Yes, Chel, I love you!”
Holding onto her western hat and grabbing at Woodward’s chest for support, his balls slapping against her rear and her hair tossing like crazy, she threw her head back and screamed. Grandpa Woodward didn’t even see this coming but it came. First her entire vagina rippled in a surge of cock-gripping spasm and then her body shook from the shockwave, strangling his penis to vomit semen. He hadn’t came yet but it was still too late; a churning swell rose from in his loins. “Oh, GRRRAAAAMMPAAA!!!”
Series of spasm tortured him to feel such excruciating need to cum. Almost spent, Chelsea was gasping, eyes shut in complete pleasure, and shuddered one last time as her orgasm surpassed.
Sodden wet, still tight as ever, Woodward felt the inevitable happening, like a wild ball of voltages shooting from the balls to the very inner edge of his cock. He took one good look at her, seeing the pair of glistening well-grown tits and the beautiful babyface, and that was it. “Shit, shit, shit! Chel, I’m gonna blow! I’M GONNA BLOW!”
The first incredible blast shot inside his granddaughter in such a mind-shocking force that Chelsea’s special cowgirl hat shivered off, falling to the ground. She yelped, eyes flying open, as he discharged a second load of hot lava into her womb. She mouth fell open and she lifted her ass in the air, uncorking his baseball bat with semen squirting out in high gushing eruption, a white rope splashing against her left thigh. She snuggled herself between his legs, unable to take her hazel eyes off Woodward’s climax, watched in awe as another jet ripped loose in the air and landing back down on his stomach.
She took his wet pulsing cock and licked a savoring sap off his cylinder, which shot another groundswell of explosion at the side of her face. He groaned out, feeling her mouth engulfing and swallowing more of his seeds.
“Mmmmm, how wonderful you taste,” she moaned, twirling her tongue on his spewing cum and cleaning it vigorously.
“Urgf!” Woodward grunted just when he thought it was over but thought wrong when a blasting rope of white fluid spattered between her luscious breasts. Seeing how violated his granddaughter looked, he felt more reload of ejaculation bursting from his sacs.
“Hot as fire,” she cooed, giggling sweetly. She rubbed a finger full of his seeds and spooned it in her mouth, moaning in the process. “And you’re as salty as seawater.”
One extra eruption of thick, yellowish-white sprayed on Chelsea’s neck and before the rest of his sperm could come shooting out again, she lurched forward and swallowed over billions of his sperm into her fertilized tummy.
“Oh, fuck! Fuck!” Woodward gasped, blinking his teary eyes and hitching as a dying load ejected out. He took a good look at Chelsea, who now looked like a princess porn star with all those cum-stained splotches dripping from her neck to her naval. His heartbeat screamed at an alarming rate, beating faster and erratically, as if one more blast would give him a massive heart failure.
But one more blast did happen.
He felt a jolt somewhere in his engorged cock and a trickle of invisible semen oozed out to his nutsacks. Then a squeezing chest pain surged to life, radiating to the neck, back, and his left arm. He tried to tell her that he was having a heart attack, but he couldn’t find his voice. It was gone.
Goggling at Chelsea whose face was full of blotted stains, she lay watching him with gleaming, childlike eyes, appearing so beautiful in her whorish way. Red hair disheveled, seeping white matters dripping from her right tit, her entire front sleek with sweat and white splotches, and that incestuous smell of granddaughter perfume; she was Grandpa’s little whore. This also caused him to groan as one . . . more . . . glittering expulsion of sperm to come out, bringing a terrible strain in his chest. That was his last precious sight the old man had to cherish before his heart dropped dead.
At least Sherman Woodward died with an erection.