by Izzy Slam
“Hello, young lady. And welcome to our annual barbeque.”
“Thanks,” I replied with a smile.
“You must be a guest. We’re happy to have you here.”
I pushed my hands in my back pockets. “Thank you. My grandfather goes here and he invited me.”
“Oh? Who’s your grandfather?” he asked, casually flicking his gaze to my chest.
My breasts were pretty small, and I wasn’t wearing a bra, but you couldn’t see through the fabric or anything. Not unless you pulled the halter top tight against my skin. At least I didn’t think you could.
“Derrick Rogan. I think he’s already here.” I craned my head to look through the crowd, hoping I hadn’t beat him here.
“Oh yes. I saw him not too long ago.” He cleared his throat, giving me the once-over again before passing me a flyer. “Here’s a map of the event. We’ve taken up the whole block here. By the way, what is your name, sweetheart?”
I took the map from his hands and folded it. “It’s Gloria.”
“Gloria. What a beautiful name. Well, I hope you have fun, and please consider joining us for Sunday worship if you get a chance.”
“Will do. Thank you.”
I walked past him, pretty anxious to find my grandfather. I never was extremely comfortable in crowds, especially when I didn’t know anyone.
I glanced down at the map, unfolding it to look at all the events they had lined up. There was a Christian face-painting station, an area where they were performing a Bible scene puppet show, a prayer corner, and the list went on and on. It was obvious they had planned this barbeque to have a strict Christian theme.
I wasn’t much of a church goer, but I could appreciate why people found solace and comfort in these sorts of things. Maybe I would, too, if I came here more often.
As I walked around, I noticed that most people were dressed rather conservatively, and they were all giving me weird looks. Guess Mom had been right about my outfit after all. But I wasn’t about to let it ruin my day.
I pulled out my phone to text Granddaddy again, and that’s when I spotted him walking my way. He was wearing his usual blue jeans, black boots, and a plain, white, snug-fitting t-shirt that hugged his muscles. Damn he looked hot. He also looked relieved to see me.
At first.
Then he got a good look at what I was wearing.
His eyes swept over me, and I couldn’t tell if he was turned on or mortified. All of a sudden, those two faces were hauntingly similar.
“Hi, Granddaddy,” I said, waving and smiling as sweetly as I could.
Why did I feel like I suddenly needed to kiss his ass?
“Hey, girl,” he said, pushing one hand deep in his pockets and rubbing his chin with the other hand. He wrinkled his brow and glanced down at my chest. “Please tell me you brought a change of clothes, just in case you spilled mustard or ketchup on yourself.”
Ok, great. So, mortified it was.
“No, I didn’t. But I don’t plan on spilling ketchup or mustard on my clothes.”
He let out a chuckle and ran his hands through his salt and pepper hair, glancing around the crowd. His jaw ticked, and he shook his head. “You don’t think that what you have on is a little inappropriate for a church event?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “Not really. I dress the same no matter where I go. I don’t have these different sides, like a good girl side and a naughty girl side. I’m just … me. Take it or leave it.”
His nostrils flared, so it was evident he was pissed, though I wasn’t sure why. “If you had a job, would you wear that to work?”
I laughed. “Of course not. But that’s different. Work places have dress codes. This is not a work place. It’s a summer picnic. And I’m not getting paid to be here.”
Now I was getting pissed. What kind of grown man lectured a 19-year-old on dress codes when she looked sexy as fuck?
He let out another chuckle, this one sounding a little sardonic. “I’m not going to have this conversation out here. Let’s get you inside where we can maybe find an oversized t-shirt for you to put on.”
He gripped me by the arm and led me away from the barbeque, and I was pretty much powerless to stop him. Even if I wanted to, which I did, he was twice my size and way angrier. Which meant he was a force to be reckoned with.
“Granddaddy,” I said, almost tripping on my own feet as we neared the church entrance. “You don’t have to drag me. I’ll go inside willingly if my clothes bother you this much.”
He grumbled something as a car approached. The driver slowed down and whistled, and when I turned to look, he was smiling and craning his head to look out the window.
“See,” Granddaddy barked, pulling me through the door. “Even complete strangers think you’re dressed slutty.”
I jerked my arm out of his grip and stared him down, hands on my hips as the cool indoor air enveloped me. “How dare you call me a slut! I’ve never even had sex, so how the fuck can I be a slut!?”
Granddaddy’s eyes bulged in their sockets. He clamped his hand over my mouth and dragged me away from the entrance, headed for one of the rooms across the hallway.
I tugged at his hand, trying to pull him off me, but his grip was too strong. I grunted and kicked my legs, but he hip-checked me the whole way, telling me to hush.
Once we were inside the small room, I struggled to catch my breath. He pushed the door closed with his foot and let me go.
“First of all,” he growled, getting close to me. “I never said you were a slut. I said that you were dressed like one.”
“That’s slut shaming!” I snapped.
“Secondly,” he said, his voice sharp as he got in my face, “you wore something incredibly inappropriate to a church function. Do you realize I can see your nipples through that shirt? And you’ve given new meaning to the phrase ‘camel toe’ with those tight shorts. Your behavior is downright embarrassing.”
I almost giggled. Yeah, my shorts were pretty tight. Never thought something like that would piss off an old man, though. Give him a hard-on, sure.
“So what?” I shrugged. “If you’re that uncomfortable with it, then just give me something else to wear and be done with it. Or I can just go home, since you seem so embarrassed by my behavior.” I made air quotes, and literally watched this dark curtain fall around his face.
I know it sounds strange, but it was at that moment I realized how sexy my grandfather’s behavior was. He ran his tongue over his teeth, and the creases around his eyes as he narrowed them gave him character in a dangerous yet sexy kind of way.
What was it about angry men that was so fucking hot?
“Oh, I’m not going to send you home, Gloria. But I do have a solution for the way you’re dressed, and for the way you’re acting.”
“Great, let me hear it.”
“I’m going to punish you.” A small smile started to spread his lips, but my mouth fell open.
“You’re going to what?”
Without giving me a chance to process what he meant, he gripped me by the shoulders and spun me around. His arms wrapped around my waist as he carried me halfway across the room and bent me over one of the tables that had mountains of bibles stacked on one end.
My hands flew up, and I gripped the edge of the table as I spun my head around to see what he was doing.
“Look at that ass of yours hanging out! Jesus, I had no idea you were showing off this much of your body.”
“Granddaddy,” I grunted. “Let me up.”
He kept his hand pressed firmly on my upper back as he tugged down my shorts.
I was so shocked, I didn’t know how to react.
“The thing is, I think you want this. I think you’ve been begging for a man to put you in your place, haven’t you?”
“No!” I snapped.
“Oh, I think you have,” he said, yanking my panties down with my shorts until they were both around my ankles.
“What the hell…?” I was so embarrassed
I couldn’t even form words.
“And you watch your mouth. We are in the Lord’s House.”
“Oh my god,” I whispered.
“You’ve had a father figure missing from your life for far too long,” he said, caressing my ass cheek.
I groaned as a flurry of emotions overtook me.
“And I know my son won’t take the initiative to spank your ass like it should be spanked.”
I bit my lip as his hand wandered to my other cheek, squeezing the flesh like he was enjoying himself.
Desire rippled through me, leaving me even more confused.
I let my head fall to the table, already giving in to … whatever he was about to do, which felt like more than just a spanking.
“And that’s exactly why I’m taking the bull by the horns, Gloria. I’ve been watching you dress like a horny little slut for six months. And I think you dress that way because you want a real man to keep you in check.”
I squeezed my eyes shut as tightly as I could, knowing he was right. Probably. I just didn’t want to admit it.
His palm softly roamed over my bottom, all the way around to the sides of my hips, and with his hand pressing down on my back, holding me down, I had never felt more relaxed.
But then the spankings came. Starting with one hard slap to the right side that made me jump.
He quickly moved to my other cheek, delivering a series of smacks that forced me to hold my breath and bite my lip. I didn’t want to resist because it did feel good, surprisingly so. And I was enjoying his little moans of pleasure. But it also started to hurt.
“Granddaddy,” I grunted. “Please … not so hard.”
I felt him cup my ass and gently sweep his palm over my heated flesh. “You need it hard, Gloria. It’s the only way.”
I let out a yelp as he spanked me again, white-knuckling my fingers as I tightened my grip on the edge of the table.
“Are you going to stop dressing like you’re ready to be fucked by anyone who pays you any attention?” he growled.
I tensed all over as he popped my bottom again.
“Yes!” I cried.
He smoothed his hand over my flesh, and I relaxed once again, feeling a sense of calm overtake me. I guess I had needed a firm hand. And to feel like someone gave a damn. I didn’t want to admit that I needed a male influence in my life. But that’s how it was looking. Maybe I could act out every now and then in front of Granddaddy so he would spank me.
“I think you are a good girl,” he said, flattening his palms on my lower back.
“You do?” I asked.
I felt a stirring between my legs, but I clamped down on it, not wanting to admit what I was feeling.
“Yes,” he said, pushing up the tail of my shirt. “And I think it’s time that you get what you’ve been wanting all this time.”
His fingertips brushed the sides of my breasts, and I felt my nipples pucker.
“What…what do you mean?”
He pulled me to a standing position, and standing behind me, he wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his nose in my neck. “I mean, you want a real man to take your innocence, to rein in that sexual beast that’s got a hold on you.”
I huffed as his hands wandered up to my breasts, smoothing gently over my flesh just below the swell of my bosom. I tingled all over.
“You know,” he added. “I believe you want to be fucked good by an older man who knows what he’s doing.”
“Granddaddy, we’re in church!” Hadn’t he just told me moments ago to not say ‘hell’ because we were in the Lord’s House?
His right hand clamped over my mouth again as his left one moved up to my breast. He found my nipples and softly pinched one, forcing a light moan to escape my throat. It sent electric pulses between my legs, and the dampness and heat that followed couldn’t be denied.
This … this isn’t right, I thought to myself. I would have said it out loud if he didn’t still have his hand over my mouth.
“Admit it, Gloria. You like being taken like this,” he grumbled in my ear. “You like the loss of control, a man taking what he wants. Even if it is in the Lord’s House.”
He smoothed his hand over my other breast and lightly toyed with my sensitive bud. I let out a weak moan, feeling my legs start to tremble.
“I’m going to guide you to a purer existence, to a place where you won’t feel the need to dress as though your body is not a temple to Christ.” He planted a few kisses on my neck, and my own desire leaked from my slit, making my pussy pulse with need.
My blood ran hot at his words, and he must have felt it. He pulled my shirt up and over my head, and I heard him kick one of the chairs out from under the table. He then spun me around and sat, placing his large hands on my waist as he looked at my innocent body.
“Step out of your shorts, baby.”
I gulped but did what he said, kicking them off my ankles. Cool air circulated around my flushed body, and just one look from my grandfather was all it took to force my nipples to curl up into hard points.
“What if someone comes in here?” I asked, suddenly worried we would be interrupted.
Without moving his gaze from my chest, he answered, “I locked the door.”
Relief flooded me, and he pulled me close to him. I stared down at his strong arms covered in tattoos, at the age lines on his face, and I was so turned on. I’d never liked boys my own age, but I also never knew how attracted I could feel to a man that was nearly three times my age, and now officially family.
“You’ve been saving your innocence for someone special, haven’t you?”
“Yes,” I muttered, feeling my pussy swell and ache.
“Good girl. You know much I want to take your innocence, don’t you, sweetheart?”
He glanced up at me as his hands wandered up to my chest. I purred and nodded my head, letting my eyes flutter closed as he kneaded my tender flesh.
“My cock is so fucking hard right now. You do want me to be your first, don’t you, baby girl?”
Fuck yes, I did. And I told him as much.
I also glanced down at his crotch and saw the bulge there. God, he was big. So big it scared me. I didn’t want my first time to hurt.
“Mmm … I’m going to make you feel so good when I fuck your pussy.”
I pulled in a deep breath, going dizzy at his words. His fingers roamed down the front of me until they hovered over my mound. He licked his lips and glanced up at me.
“Have you ever had your pussy licked?” he asked, spreading apart my labia.
I bit my lip and moaned. “No, Granddaddy.”
“Good. Just one more first for me.”
He dipped the tip of his finger in my channel, and the invasion made my legs wobble. I threw my hands on his shoulders as he brought that finger out and circled my clit.
“Oh god, yessss,” I purred.
I began bucking my hips, feeling my blood course through my veins like lava. It was like every nerve ending in my body was lit on fire, especially the nerve endings inside my pussy.
Granddaddy cupped my ass and jerked me close before leaning forward and burying his face in my thatch of hair. His tongue snaked past my folds as he began lapping at my pearl.
I grunted and moaned as his strong hands kneaded my ass. I rotated my pelvis, feeling an orgasm approach so fast it almost consumed me.
“Cum on my tongue, baby,” he said, lifting his head for just a second before diving between my legs again.
I huffed and dug my fingers into his shoulders as he teased my pearl. He then used his thumbs to spread my pussy lips apart, and I watched his tongue dart rapidly back and forth over my clit, the wet squicking sounds fueling my lust.
Having my pussy licked by my grandfather was so fucking hot, and as I felt that ball tighten in my gut, I knew I was about to cum so hard.
“Yes … don’t stop, Granddaddy…” I begged.
He moved his head back and forth slightly as he continued to flick the surface of
my clit with his tongue. I tightened all over and thrust forward as my orgasm crashed into me.
I reached up and fisted his hair as my pearl bounced violently.
“Oooohhh yeah,” I moaned.
Granddaddy groaned loudly, his breath hot and heavy on my pussy as he lapped and lapped. He gently sucked my clit past his lips, and my upper body thrashed.
“Oh fuck,” I grunted.
When he finally stopped and looked up at me, I could see my juices covering his lips. He stood up and pressed his mouth to mine, and I tasted myself on him, salty and sweet.
His kiss overtook me, and his fingertips lightly twisted my nipples as he pressed his hard cock into my lower belly. He groaned deep into my mouth and fisted my hair before tugging and breaking the kiss.
“How about you suck down some of my holy cock, baby girl?”
“Holy?” I asked, holding back a smile.
“Yes,” he said, lifting me up and spinning me around before planting me in the chair he had just been sitting in. “Holy. As in you’re going to worship it with your mouth and tongue, right here in the Lord’s House.”
Desire rippled through me again as he stripped his pants off, then his t-shirt. Damn, he looked good, his chest chiseled as hell for an older man. His length strained at his briefs, and I could see how large he was before he pulled them down and revealed himself to me.
His cock bounced in the air, the tip already glistening with clear fluid. His crown was wide and shiny, and I found myself licking my lips from the anticipation of how he would taste.
He stepped close to me, and I scooted to the edge of the chair, feeling my pulse quicken as my heart pounded in my chest.
After gathering up my hair in his hands, he nudged his cock in front of my lips. “I assume you’ve never sucked cock before either,” he said, his voice deep and husky.
“No,” I answered, wrapping my fingers around the base of it.
He groaned. “Good. Let the worship service begin.”
He pulled my head forward, and I parted my lips to take him in. His fluid coated my lips as he brushed past them, and as soon as he was in my mouth, it was like my inner whore took over.