Taboo: Generations Bk. 16-19

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Book XVI: Kairi: Second Cumming

Grandma invited me to stay the night, but I told her that I had a paper to write, not to mention studying for Daddy’s test on Monday. She praised my studious nature while Daddy gushed over the fact that I could just as easily not study and still make a one hundred—not because I was the teacher’s daughter, but because I was just that smart. I did tell them that I would stay a little longer, though, and suggested that they both get their showers while I waited.

As they each went to different bathrooms (I’m convinced this was done for my benefit only), I peeked inside Grandma’s purse at her driver’s license. I memorized the address, then wrote a short note stating that I really needed to get started on that paper, so I would talk to them later. Then, I was off.

I returned home long enough to take a shower of my own, then I dressed in my sexiest outfit, which was a black mesh halter top—no bra—that stopped three inches from my naval, a black mini-skirt that could not contain my perfectly rounded ass, black-and-white striped panties that showed the glory of my ass cheeks, thigh-high white socks, complete with black stripes to match my panties, and, of course, my black Chucks.

I hopped into my car and made my way to the New Hampshire residence of my grandparents. So enthused had I been about setting into motion this next series of events in my quest for sexual liberation that I paid no attention to the time. I arrived early enough that I actually had to wait a few hours before I could set my plan into motion.

At roughly seven a.m., I saw the kitchen light come on. I got out of my car, popped the hood, loosened the battery cables, then pushed my car to the beginning of the Saunders family driveway. I walked to the front door and knocked, and was soon greeted by an old man wearing a bathrobe that was open, showing a T-shirt and pajama bottoms. He also had on slippers, was holding a cup of coffee, had a newspaper tucked under his arm, and looked like he hadn’t shaved in a week. He took one look at me and said, “Jesus shit!”

I noticed him looking at my nipples, which had hardened in the cool of the morning. I smiled as I said, “Excuse me, sir, but my car broke down right in front of your house. Would you mind taking a look at it for me?”

“Uh…Um…” I looked between his legs and saw his cock jump. My eyes went wide; I returned them to his. “Sure. Sure. I just need to get dressed. Come in and wait.”

I did.

It took him thirty minutes, but when he came back out he was clean-shaven, his hair was picked and orderly, and he was wearing something—khakis and a polo T—that one might wear to a sporting event as opposed to wear to work on a car. He smiled, and I had to admit that, for his age, he was quite the handsome man.

“Now, let’s take a look at that car,” he said as he led me outside. He opened the garage door and retrieved a small tool box, then I led him to my car. I walked slowly, swaying my hips with every step. He stayed a good three feet behind me to get the best view. I thought again of his cock jumping and immediately felt a dampness between my legs.

“Pop the hood” he told me as we reached the car. I did. He lifted it and began looking around. I had sauntered behind him and silently moved the tool box another two feet from him. He finally said, “Oh, okay. I found your problem. Your battery cables are loose.” He turned and began to reach for the toolbox that was no longer where he remembered putting it. He said, “Uh, think you can hand me that socket wrench?”

I turned toward the toolbox, giving him a full view of my ass, then slowly bent over. I heard him whisper, “Great Googlie-Mooglie!”

As I picked up a screwdriver, and as I was still bent over, I looked over my shoulder and said, “Is this it?”

“No, no, honey. That’s not it.”

“What about this?” I asked as I held up a hammer.

“No, that’s not it either, sweetie. Uh … keep trying.”

I reached back and lightly scratch an ass cheek, then said, “How about this?” as I pulled an Allen wrench out and held it aloft.

“Oh, fuck.” He whispered. Finally, he said, “Here, let me get it.” As he approached, I made to move out of his way, but instead I mushed my ass directly onto his swollen cock.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” I said, and moved out of his way. He tried to hide his erection from me, but it was too late. I had seen it through his pants, but more importantly, I felt it.

He quickly grabbed the tools he needed, and in a matter of seconds the problem was fixed. “Get in and start it up,” he told me, and I did. He waved at me, returned the tools to the toolbox, then made his way back to the garage. I immediately pulled into the driveway, killed the engine, and got out. “Was there something else I could help you with, young lady?”

“I just wanted to thank you for helping me,” I said as I approached him. I noticed his erection had begun to subside; it was now pointing bostancı escort straight out instead of snaking up his pants like it had. I moved in and gave him a hug, then pulled back and said, “Ow! Something stuck me.” I looked down and his cock was pushing against his pants.

He quickly moved to cover himself, saying, “I’m sorry,” as he did so.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” I told him as I reached for it. I began to massage it, right there in the garage.

He took a step back and looked around. “You can’t do that here, one of the neighbors might see you.”

“Then let’s go inside,” I suggested. He seemed to weigh this option, then finally said, “Come on.” He closed the garage door, then I followed him into the house.

“Would you like something to drink?” he offered.

“A glass of wine would be nice,” I told him. He poured me a glass of Gallo Red and handed it to me. “Thank you.”

He poured himself a glass, downed it, poured another, then drank half of that.

“What are you trying to do?” I asked with a laugh.

“Trying to desensitize my penis,” he said. “I suspect a nice, young girl like you doesn’t appreciate an old man like me getting a hard-on over her.”

I sipped at my wine, then set the glass down and made my way to him. I placed a hand on his pants where the still-visible outline of his cock was and said, “I think it’s sexy that I can incite this big thing to full hardness.”

He moaned as I ran my hand back and forth against it.

“I never knew any of my grandpas,” I told him. “My mother’s dad had died before I was born, and I grew up not knowing my father.”

“You … You poor thing,” he said, shaking his head in pity for me.

“You’re the age that you could be my grandpa,” I said as I loosened his belt. I unbuttoned his pants and zipped down the fly as I said, “You’re old enough, but you aren’t so old that you can’t still handle your business in the bedroom, I bet.”

“I-I’m married,” he stammered.

“And she’s not here, but I am,” I whispered. I then pulled his cock free, bent my knees, and accepted it into my mouth.

“Great day in the morning!” he shouted as I gulped at his cockhead. I could immediately see what Grandma meant last night as Daddy’s dick was discernably bigger, but Gramps wasn’t packing light, that’s for sure.

I pulled free long enough to ask, “Will you be my grandpa? Please? I need to know that my grandpa wants me to keep sucking his cock. Please, mister? Please be my grandpa.”

“Jeeziz shit!” He moaned loudly. Then, “Yes. Suck … Suck Grandpa’s dick, baby. Suck Grandpa’s dick good for him.”

But I didn’t. Instead, I took his balls into my mouth and washed them with my saliva. I sucked them until his scrotum tightened up, then I returned to his cock for a few seconds before saying, “Grandpa? I want to know what you feel like inside of me. Can you put this hard dick inside my soft pussy, Grandpa?”

“Oh fuck, baby. Grandpa wants to fuck you so badly.”

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” I suggested, and he gathered his pants and led the way. I removed my panties only as I know sexy clothing is all part of the male dynamic insofar as fantasies go. I lay on the bed, spread my legs, then gave him the same warning I gave to Daddy last night. “Grandpa? I want you in me so badly right now, but my pussy is so tiny that you have to be careful. Do you hear me, Grandpa? Your huge cock will rip me apart if you aren’t careful because my pussy is so tiny.” I knew this would get him off, and it did.

“Oh, fuck,” he whispered. He had removed his clothes and had moved on top of me. He then centered his penis at my opening and lightly pushed his way in. “Oh, God-damn. You’re like a blast furnace down there.” That didn’t stop him, though. He lightly pushed in and out, getting a little more of his cock in with every gentle push.

“Oh, Grandpa, your cock is in my tiny pussy,” I whispered to him.

“Oh God, baby; I love you so much,” he cried just above a whisper. “Grandpa loves you so much. Thanks for being Grandpa’s special little girl.”

He continued to softly move in and out of me, and it felt soooooooo good. I don’t know how much of his cock I was taking, but it was certainly more than I was able to take of Daddy’s last night. I lifted my legs and spread them as wide as I could. “Is that good, Grandpa? Can you fuck my tiny little pussy better this way?”

“Oh, baby. You’re going to make Grandpa cum.”

“Tell me you love me, Grandpa. I have to know you love me before you cum inside of me. You are going to cum inside of me, aren’t you, Grandpa? You are going to let me feel you wash my tiny pussy with your cum, aren’t you?”

“Oh, baby. Grandpa loves you so much,” he wept, then he unloaded himself inside of me.

I kissed him on the mouth and held him there. He began to kiss me back as he continued his light thrusts into my pussy. I wrapped my legs around him and held him ümraniye escort bayan in place, kissing him as he continued to fill my tight pussy with his dick. “Oh, Grandpa. Thank you. I love you.”

“I love you, too, but we ain’t over yet,” he said as he pulled himself free and leaned back a little. “Come over here and suck Grandpa’s cock some more.”

I acted as he bid. I licked the mixture of my cum and his from his cock. I had just started to pull away when he said, “No … No, keep sucking Grandpa’s dick.” I did. He reached behind me and began diddling my clit. I was already creaming heavily; this just added to the flow.

He scooped up a palmful of my cum and pasted it on my ass, then, using his middle finger, he began to massage it into the rim of my asshole. It felt great. He scooped up another palmful, caked it on my ass, and then gently pushed that finger inside me. It hurt. I mean, come on, I’m still a virgin back there. Well, I was. Grandpa seemed intent on taking my anal cherry, and for some reason I was okay with that.

As his finger moved in and out of me, I felt something building inside of me that I had never before known, and mere seconds later I was gushing like Grandma had last night. I moaned loudly and tried to say “Motherfuck,” but it came out sounding like “Oh-wa-wa” considering my mouth was full of Grandpa’s dick.

He continued working my asshole, though, scooping up lubricant and sliding his finger inside of me. Then, another gush as he managed to get two fingers in there. I sat down and to the side so that he was able to diddle my clit as he ran his fingers in and out of my ever-loosening ass. God-damn, it hurt, but I was cumming like I never had before. Then, a third finger.

“Oh, Grandpa,” I cried. “Grandpa, my asshole is tinier than my pussy. Why are you stretching it so?”

“Because in about thirty seconds I’m going to fit every inch of my cock into it,” he told me as he continued to work magic with those three fingers. Then, “Turn around and get on your hands and knees.” I obeyed my master. He slid his cock into my quivering pussy and lubricated it with my thick cum, then he pulled out and pressed it against the gaping hole that was once my virgin ass. He pushed gently, and I felt the head of his cock slide in. I came immediately. He pushed again, and I felt him slide further into me as my asshole stretched beyond what could be considered any normal parameter.

“Oh, fuck, Grandpa,” I said as I wept. “You’re ripping me apart.”

“Shhhh,” he said to me. “Don’t worry. Grandpa knows what he’s doing, but I need you to do something, too. Can you do something for Grandpa?”

“Yes,” I said, though intense pain.

“Grandpa needs you to rub your clitty, okay?” he instructed me. “If you rub your clitty, it won’t hurt as much.”

That was a lie. It still hurt, but now there was pleasure and pain. He began to move in and out of my ass again. To his credit, he wasn’t rough at all. He really was trying to make this a pleasurable experience. He finally said, “Okay, here comes the final push,” and I felt about five inches of fat, hard cock fill my asshole to the hilt as his nuts slapped against my vagina and clit. The cum shot from me as if from a water cannon. Grandpa stayed stationary for a moment, then began to move just an inch out, then an inch back in until my sphincter had loosened enough that he could move in and out with virtual ease, and it began to feel good. Real good.

“Oh, Grandpa. I promise. I promise no one will ever fuck my tiny asshole but you. I promise you, Grandpa. Please tell me that you want to fuck my asshole forever, Grandpa. Please! I need you to tell me that you will always fuck my tiny asshole, Grandpa.”

“Oh, God-damn, baby-girl,” he said through clenched teeth. “Grandpa will fuck your tiny, little ass whenever you want him to. All you have to do is ask, and Grandpa will fuck your sweet, little asshole whenever you want.”

I told him to stop. When he did, I turned and told him to pick me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck and said, “Push me against the wall and fuck my asshole like you mean it.”

Grandpa became brutal. As my back came in contact with the wall, he pulled my ass cheeks apart and began driving his deranged cock in and out of my holiest of holes like he was punishing me for not coming into his life before now. My orgasms ceased to be spontaneous and were now just one continuous thing. My pussy drizzled cum down to his cock, keeping him well lubricated, and dripped off his balls where it pooled on the floor.

“Grandpa,” I whispered. “My asshole is hungry for your cum. Will you fill my tiny asshole with your cum like you did my tiny pussy, Grandpa? Will you? I need to feel you—”

“Oh, Fuck!” Grandpa shouted when he caught that nut. His knees buckled so badly that he almost dropped me. He turned and placed his own back against the wall for support and just stood there, eyes kartal escort closed, resting as he attempted to control his breathing. I nestled further down his still-hard cock and began to kiss him. He opened his eyes, smiled, and said, “Did Grandpa give you what you wanted, sweetheart?”

“You did, Grandpa,” I responded with all honesty. “Only …”

“What?” he asked when I did not immediately finish my sentence.

“Well, you said you would fuck my tiny asshole whenever I wanted, right?” He nodded, telling me to continue. “I’m just wondering if you meant that. What if I come back a few weeks from now? Will you fuck me some more, Grandpa? Will you let me suck your cock? Will you eat my sweet pussy for me, Grandpa?” His penis had begin to shrink, but my talking caused a little pulsating blip.

“I’ll give you my cell number,” he told me. “Whenever you want Grandpa, just call me and I’ll be there for you.”

“Oh, Grandpa!” I said as I kissed him. I then happened to see the time on my watch and said, “Oh, Grandpa. I hate to, but I have to go, but I’ll call you soon. I promise.”

He peeled me off of him and handed my panties to me. I put them on, kissed him good-bye, and started back to Brown where the remainder of my weekend would definitely be spent working on that paper.

Book XVII: All in the Family

In the weeks leading up to Spring Break, I had contacted my mother and told her that I finally revealed my identity to Daddy. She asked how he took the news, and I told her that he said he was sorry that he didn’t know earlier, but that he and his family had accepted me with open arms. There was still the impending meeting with Linda, and I was devilishly curious to find out how Grandpa would react when finally finding out he was my real, legit grandfather. At this point I was just hoping it wouldn’t give him a heart attack. Nonetheless, I was sure everything would go well.

I asked Mom if she wanted to speak with Daddy, but she said that there was no need, that besides me, they had no other common frame of reference, and I had to agree. Daddy agreed as well, but told me to tell her that she would always be welcome if she ever decided she wanted to visit. That meant something to her, and she said, “If nothing else, I can meet him upon your graduation.”

So … The big day had arrived. I rode down with Daddy as there was really no need to drive two vehicles. Grandma had already apprised Grandpa of my existence, so there was just the face-to-face meeting that we had to get past.

Daddy and I entered the house, and he had me stand behind a corner as he announced, “Dad, I would like to present to you my daughter—your granddaughter—Kairi Ramsus.”

What happened next … The set-up couldn’t have been more perfect. Grandpa was taking a swallow of iced tea when I peeked around the corner, and he spit the entire mouthful against a wall, choking on what hadn’t been suddenly expulsed from his mouth. He gagged, hacked, and wheezed, placed a hand against the wall to balance himself, while Grandma beat him on his back in an effort to help bring up whatever went down the wrong tube.

After about thirty seconds of this, he was finally able to regain his composure. Through a weak, shaky voice, he said, “Kairi?”

I ran to him and said, “Oh, Grandpa! It’s so nice to meet you,” as I threw my arms around his waist. He hesitated a moment, then hugged me to him.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” Grandma asked him. “Can’t you see Jason in her?”

“Uh … Very beautiful,” Grandpa said, hugging me even closer. “I bet you’re as smart as your daddy too, aren’t you?”

I knew this was a direct reference to how he and I met and me seducing him, which is why I answered with, “I’m a rather clever girl when I want to be.”

“I bet you are,” he said. “I bet you are.”

“Well, where’s Aunt Linda?” Daddy asked.

“She missed her plane,” Grandma said, making a “hang ten” sign, or a “Y” in sign language, and moving the thumb up and down in front of her mouth, in essence telling us that Linda missed her plane because she was drunk.

Daddy sang, “Da-dum-dum da-dum-dum-dum,” then pointed to Grandma, who said,


They both laughed, then Grandma said they should be ashamed for making jokes like that, but that didn’t stop her or Daddy from engaging in another round of laughter.

Grandpa took us all out to eat at Boudreaux Hebert’s (pronounced Boo-Drow A-Bear’s) Cajun Family Restaurant, and I was able to try for the first time food items I had never even heard of before, such as Crawfish Etouffee (Ay-Too-Fay); Red Beans and Rice; Dirty Rice; Boudin (Boo-Dan), which is rice, shrimp, seasonings, and liver encased in a sausage covering; and for dessert, beignets (Ben-Yays), which are like small, fried doughnuts. Oh, it was spicy, but wonderful nonetheless.

Just as dinner was ending, Daddy received a call from the Dean who requested his presence immediately. He looked concerned as he spoke, then excused himself. When he came back, he said he had to go, but he would be back sometime within the next day or two. He told me to stay to get better acquainted with Grandpa and Linda, which was fine with me. We all returned home, then Daddy was back off to Brown.

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