by Izzy Slam
I was heartbroken when Clyde told me he cheated. But when my step granddaddy showed up, I knew it would be alright. I’ve been attracted to him for a while now and I think he’s wanted me too. But I never let myself explore all those fantasies. It just didn’t seem right, even though we’re not blood related.
When he pulled me into his lap a few minutes ago to comfort me, I knew right away I wanted to give him my innocence. He’s the only man who’s always been there for me—more than my real dad. More than my stepdad. And the way he made me cum by just using his hand was so hot! I couldn’t wait to return the favor with my mouth. I’ve never, ever sucked a dick in my life—I haven’t even touched one—so my granddaddy will be my first in every way.
I get on my knees and touch him, feeling the steely hardness underneath the smoothness of his tight skin. When I look up at him, I’m amazed at how fucking sexy he is for a man in his mid fifties. His chest is smooth and slightly muscular. And the lines of age around his eyes and mouth make him look worldly, experienced. My pussy twitches thinking about him devouring me, implementing all that experience he has into making me feel good. Clyde once told me he would never in a million years eat pussy. But I’ll bet my granddaddy will.
I use my lips and tongue to lick and slurp my granddaddy’s dick. I imagine it being my favorite popsicle. I used to get those things when I was little and suck them all the way to the back of my throat until the inside of my lips were numb and tingling from the cold. With his cock in my mouth, I can do the same thing without freezing my mouth in the process. In fact, his cock is boiling hot as it slides in and out, and I’m feeling hot too.
When granddaddy shoves himself to the back of my throat and holds himself there, I can’t help but gag slightly. He pulls out and holds me steady at his helmeted head, and I swirl my tongue and suck it lightly as he calls me his little “addict.”
The term fuels my lust, and I try to take him further down, cupping his humongous balls in the palm of my hand. But he mumbles something about being ready to burst and tugs himself out of my mouth.
“You little minx. You’re trying to get your grandpa here to shoot his load in that sweet mouth. But I have other plans for my cum, and it all belongs in that belly of yours.”
His thumbs swipe at the corner of my mouth as I look up at him. “But granddaddy, you can cum in both places, right?”
I stick my tongue out, flicking it along the webbed skin on the underside of his shaft, and he growls. “Oh fuck it. We got time. Do that again.” He grips the base of his shaft and holds it over my lips.
I work my tongue on the underside of his cock head, swishing it back and forth as he quickly tugs himself. In seconds, he growls and his length turns hard as steel.
“Hold that tongue out and take my cum like a good girl. I’m going to make a mess out of you.”
I open wide, and white hot liquid pulses out, landing on my tongue, my chin, and some of it spraying me just under the eye. I close them tightly and roll my tongue in a circle around his helmet, lightly dipping the tip of it inside his slit to catch the next spurt on its way out.
He fists my hair tightly, letting a groan rumble out of his chest. I swallow his seed and open up again, letting him finish painting my face with his thick jizz.
My pussy is dripping and throbbing by the time he’s done. And when he uses his shirt to wipe away the cum from my cheeks, he tells me what a good girl I was.
“Now granddaddy needs to get hard again so I can fuck that pretty pink pussy of yours.”
“I can suck it some more,” I tell him as he pulls me up from the floor.
I sit down on his leg and he trails his finger up my belly and around my nipples, making them curl into points.
“I have a much better idea. In my book, one good turn deserves another. So I want you to come up here and ride my face.”
He wraps his hands around my waist and lifts me up, then lies down on the bed, bunching the pillows under his head. His cock is flaccid as it rests atop his large balls.
“Pretend like you’re going for a pony ride, and climb up here on my face, baby doll.”
“Okay, but … will that make you hard?”
“Oh, baby. It will make me so hard. You have no idea. Granddaddy wants to taste and lick you from one end to the other.”
My cunt throbs as I crawl along the bed, smoothing my palms up his chest. He cups my ass with his hands, and I lean down to kiss him, anxious to show my love for him. His lips seal around mine, and my heart drums like mad as his tongue explores my mouth. I feel as if I’m tumbling off a ledge of a cliff, and I just want more and more of him.
His groans reach the back of my throat as we make out, and my clit becomes swollen as I think about having another orgasm. Heat creeps along my skin as I sit up and straddle his face.
“Mm, look at that pretty thing,” he says, using his fingers to part my labia.
I huff and throw my hands on the wall as his tongue darts inside my cunt. He sucks softly at my clit, and I feel tingles shoot all the way to my toes. And when he slides his tongue out and works it over my hard but sensitive bump, I tremble uncontrollably.
“Fuck, you taste like honey,” he groans.
His hands reach up and he gropes my breasts before teasing my tender buds, rolling them between his fingers as if they are delicate flowers. His tongue flits rapidly along my clit, and it sends white hot sensations rippling through my tummy. I tighten all over as an orgasm approaches.
“Oh … granddaddy,” I purr.
My fingertips press into the wall and I rock my hips up and down, rubbing my swollen girl bump over his face. And when granddaddy pushes a single finger halfway in my cunt, using the tip to massage my wall, ribbons of pleasure rip through me.
I moan uncontrollably as I cum, feeling my walls pulsate and clamp around his digit. His breath hits my outer labia, and his vocal moans of pleasure echo mine as he continues to lap away at my clit. After several minutes, it becomes too much to bear and I have to scoot back.
“Now look at what you’ve done to me, baby girl.”
He lifts me up and tosses me on my back. And I laugh as he growls like a wild beast, straddling my legs and aiming his rigid cock at the entrance to my pussy.
“You’re hard again.”
“Damn right. I told you licking that sweet thing would get me ready again. And it looks like you’re more than wet enough to take my meat.”
I tremble with nerves, suddenly afraid of the impending pain. He must see it on my face because he reaches down and touches my cheeks.
“Don’t worry, my sweet girl. It’ll only hurt for a second.”
His hands lift my legs then spread them apart. He grips me by the hips and squeezes my flesh, peering down into my eyes with so much love I shiver with goosepimples. When the head of his cock pushes through my entrance, I pull in a breath and place my hands over his.
Granddaddy lowers his body and touches the top of my head, letting his lips blaze a trail down my neck as he nudges further inside of me. I wrap my legs around his waist and roll up, wanting the burn to be over with.
And in one hard thrust with his teeth buried in my flesh as a beautiful distraction, my granddaddy plunges into my depths. I cry out but the pain is over in an instant, and I’ve suddenly never felt closer to anyone.
“Oh baby … so tight…” He moves in and out of me, grinding his hardness all the way in.
I dig my nails in his back and sink my teeth into his shoulder as he pumps me faster and faster. And I feel as if I’ve been awakened for the first time in my life.
My palms run down the length of his sweat-covered back, stopping at the hard globes of his ass. I grip him there and meet his thrusts with my own as that all-consuming ecstasy grips me from head to toe.
“Granddaddy … I’m gonna cum again!”
He growls his pleasure, pushing up on his arms to trail his eyes over my body. My breasts bounce wildly as he fucks me, and he takes one of my legs and tosses it over his shoulder, ramming h
is hard cock into me with so much force, I spray a stream of liquid all over the sheets as I cum on his cock.
Granddaddy roars as he empties inside of me, my jets of fluid coming out in hard pulses as he works his thickness in and out.
“Fuck!” he groans, falling back down and hugging my head into the crook of his shoulder.
He grinds in hard but short bursts, making sure every drop of his seed stays buried inside of me. I feel heady, owned, worshipped, and loved as his cum fills me up. and I’ve already started to forget about that Clyde asshole that I almost married today.
“Um, granddaddy?”
“What is it, princess?” He rolls off of me and pulls me into a tight embrace, kissing the top of my head.
“We should probably make a few calls, let people know the wedding is off.”
“Fuck no. I am not gonna do that.”
I snap my head in his direction, and he has a gleam in his eye. “What are you saying exactly?”
“Well, sugar, I don’t have a big diamond to give you, yet, but I can still make you my wife.”
My eyes go wide as saucers. “You aren’t serious, are you?”
He brushes some hair away from my face. “Yes, I’m serious. You’re my baby. And I want to make you my wife. There aren’t any laws against marrying your son’s stepdaughter. So fuck what everyone else has to say about it. Marry me, baby?”
I throw my arms around his neck, knowing there isn’t a single other place I’d rather be than with my granddaddy forever.
“Okay. Let’s get married, granddaddy.”
~The End
Her Professor (3 Books)
Teach Me
Her Professor Book 1
Human Sexuality. It was supposed to be a fun, easy elective during my first semester as a college freshman. But when I walk into the lecture hall, I find my step grandfather standing at the head of the class.
The tension throughout his lecture is almost unbearable. But after, when I go to his office to discuss dropping the class? That’s when the real sexual tension begins.
I glanced at the double doors to be sure I was in the right class. The numbers 209 matched those on my schedule, right next to:
Human Sexuality 101 ~ T/TH 9:00-10:15 a.m. ~ Prof. Waters
I smiled as I walked down the stairs in the long lecture hall, making my way to the front row. Thank God high school was over. I was so done with that childish bullshit. Now I was nineteen years old and had four years of college and partying to look forward to. I knew I’d have to hunker down and study some here and there. But this class would definitely be the easiest and funnest “A” I’d ever make.
Learning about sex? Please. So easy. Not that I was a slut or anything, but I had a heads-up on the situation. I knew what was what.
I sat down in the middle of the row, pulling the small desk up and around and booting up my tablet to take notes. No one else had chosen to sit up here. Guess they were all too shy. Not me. In fact, I was staring at the teacher’s back as he wiped down the chalkboard with an eraser.
It didn’t escape my attention that he had a nice body and a firm, shapely ass. Wearing blue jeans, a black collar shirt, and a nice gold watch, he was hot as fuck from behind. And he had just the amount of gray hair I’d expect from a college professor. One teaching human sexuality ought to be a little older and more experienced, am I right?
I smiled again as he spun around to face the class, ready to show him how pleased I was to be here. And, yeah, maybe flirt a little.
But when I saw his face, my heart lurched into my throat.
It was my stepdad’s father. Shit! This had to be some kind of sick joke. Or else I was in the wrong class.
He quickly scanned the lecture hall before turning his attention to a stack of papers piled high on the lectern. Thank fuck he hadn’t looked my way just yet. I needed to get my tablet and sneak to the back row before he spotted me.
What the hell was he doing in this class anyway? I knew that he used to teach a few science classes at this school. But he had retired early after coming into some family money last spring. I didn’t know all the details because my mom and his son Frank had only been married for about a year.
Not only that, Frank and his dad didn’t get along so well, so I hadn’t spent that much time around my step grandfather, period. But he was no stranger. And he was standing right here in front of me, getting ready to lecture on human sexuality.
I lowered my head and slid my desk to the side so I could slip to the back row. But just as I tucked my tablet under my arm, he spoke up.
“Okay, class. Looks like the hour is upon us. Let’s go ahead and get started, shall we?”
My face heated, and it must have turned twenty different shades of red. Fuck! I was not going to be able to sneak away. He slid the huge stack of papers off the lectern and started walking my way.
“My name is Stone Bishop and this is human sexuality 101.” He got closer to me and I held my breath. “Dr. Waters had a family emergency and took a leave of absence, so I will be teaching this course. Everyone will get a syllabus today, and I’ll quickly go over what’s expected of you this semester.”
I held my breath as he stopped in front of me and passed me a sheet of paper, his eyes freezing the moment our gazes locked. I had never wanted to hide under a rock as much as I did right then. I mean, talk about your awkward moments.
I took the syllabus from his hands and pursed my lips. What do you say in a situation like this? What’s up, granddaddy? No, I’m not a sex-fanatic. I honestly want to learn about human behavior and what makes people tick.
I thought for sure he would shake his head at me in disgust or do something to indicate he was mortified to see me. But he didn’t do anything like that.
He winked at me and flashed me the slightest smirk.
My insides flip-flopped as he disappeared to the row behind me, talking about his policy on attendance and tardiness and what textbooks and supplies we’d need for the semester. I tried to pay attention, but I was too distracted.
I kept thinking, yeah, yeah, don’t be late and don’t miss too many classes. But I was already planning on dropping the course. There was no way I would survive an entire semester in here with a family member, even if he was a step. That was like going to the gynecologist with my dad or some shit. No thanks.
I pointed my gaze down, scanning the syllabus as he walked back to the front of the class, visually skimming the many things this class would cover, like vocabulary and sexual terminology, STDs, intimacy, sexual orientation and lifestyles, reproductive hormones, anatomy, what drives human desire and physical attraction, and so on. Basically, all the things we’d be covering over the next four months.
Four months of listening to him talk about sex.
And let me tell you, the man wasted no time getting started on the sex talk. Once he went over expectations, he pointed his gaze at me, smiled, and said, “Are there any questions so far?”
As if there would be questions eventually, and I would be the one with questions.
Silence filled the lecture hall, and he lifted a remote control before lowering a screen and flicking on an overhead projector. Straight ahead of me was a graphic of a naked man and woman locked in an intimate embrace. It was a beautiful image, not porny at all, so it wasn’t done in bad taste. But I still squirmed.
He immediately launched into cultural expectations and how we define what’s normal in our society, using the image as an example and explaining that our society still sees one man and one woman as the primary acceptable way.
He paced across the floor and around the lectern, captivating everyone’s attention with his frank approach to cultural viewpoints and human values. And then he somehow nosedived right into sexual response, making sure to walk toward me as he mentioned erections and vaginal lubrication. He paused in front of me and turned to face the class, his crotch at eye level, and I tensed all over.
“In fact, the human sexual response is so innate that
several of you are getting aroused as I stand here and speak on the subject, the desire washing over you in waves of hot pleasure.” A pause. “And that’s perfectly normal, too.”
He spun back around, and several students snickered. Not me. Oh no. I was one of those jerks getting turned on. I even looked at his ass again, the way the Levi’s hugged his body and … Jesus Christ, did the man work out every day because damn?
Tingles rippled through me—some kind of sick mixture of humiliation and my own sexual response. And the fact that I didn’t laugh probably screamed that I was the horny lunatic.
He also made sure to stare right at me several more times before the end of the class. And when the clock struck 10:15, I hustled up the stairs and out of the lecture hall as fast as I could, making a beeline for the administrative building to drop the class.
I knew at some point he would ask for an explanation, but I would cross that bridge when I came to it. Which looked like it would be sooner rather than later because according to the woman at the Registrar’s office, I needed the professor’s signature to drop a class once the semester had started.
Well, fuck me up the ass with a rusty knife. Guess I would have to come up with a good excuse ASAP. All I had to do was find another class that conflicted with this one that I just had to take. And according to the schedule booklet, English Composition was being taught on Tuesdays and Thursdays at 9 a.m. Perfect.
With my slip in hand, I walked across campus to the same building our class had been held in, not even bothering to eat lunch first or get that second cup of java that I couldn’t function without. I just wanted to get this over with.
His office turned out to be rather isolated. It was located on the basement floor at the end of the hall, opposite what looked to be an old storage closet. I glanced at the time on my phone, noting that his office hours just ended ten minutes ago. But I was sure he wouldn’t mind me popping by for something like this. Hell, I was family after all.