I sat on the front row of my grandfather's funeral with dry eyes. I glanced over my shoulder at the people around me. I could feel their stares. I could hear their whispers. They all knew. I glanced over at my aunt, Nica. She was crying her heart out. You would've thought that she cared that much about her father.
From all the tears, you wouldn't think that she had been MIA until the last year of her father's life. But I had been there. I had been the only one there with him. That's why it had had to be me.
Everyone knew that. They knew everything. I heard some whispering and looked over my shoulder to see a woman a couple rows back pointing to me and whispering to the woman beside her. I couldn't take it anymore. I got up and walked out. Right when they were viewing the body. I went out to the hearse and cried. They all knew.
All of the crying eyes and sympathetic faces in that room knew that John Cason had died with his hard old 70-year-old dick buried deep inside of his granddaughter's sweet little cunt. It was unbearable. I had to get out of there. I left the funeral walking. When I got home, I packed my bags and headed for the bus station.
I didn't even wait to say good-bye to Nica. As the bus pulled off, I sighed a sigh of relief. In a couple of minutes, it would all be behind me. The further away from it all I got, the better I felt. I took a deep breath and blew out all the negativity I had in me. I tried to clear my mind of all of it. But the more I tried, the more clearly I saw him, felt his massive dick stretching me beyond imagination, tasted the salty musty flavor of his cum in my mouth.
I tried to shake the thoughts out of my head. They wouldn't budge.
I sat back and tried a different approach. I let the thoughts come.
I sat back and thought over the years. Thought of all the times he had fucked me, all the ways, all the places. I thought back to the very first day I had come to live with my grandfather. I was thirteen years old. I had been living in foster care for a year and two months. Social services had finally taken me from my mother after busting in on us with my mother getting high and my oldest brother Mon bouncing me on his dick while by other brother shoved his in my ass.
I had been in and out of four foster homes before they found a relative that would take me in. When my grandfather picked me up, I was so nervous. I had never met him before. I knew he was white because he was my mother's father. I just didn't know how he would react to having a black granddaughter.
But as soon as he laid eyes on me, his entire face lit up. He welcomed me into his life with open arms. He hugged me, told me that he had heard all about me.
That he and I were going to live in Georgia, start a new life together. I was delighted. He was nowhere nearly as old as I thought he'd be and by no means frail.
His hair was still black, but it was salted with gray. He stood about six feet even. His face was pleasant and, when we hugged, his body felt strong. On the long drive to Georgia, we got to know each other.
He told me all about the house we were going to be in, I told him all about the life I had had before him. "What's your mother like now," he asked me. I hesitated. I didn't know what to tell him.
But then again, he probably already knew our story. "She's probably nothing like the daughter you remember," I told him. "She dresses really sexy. She has lots of boyfriends.
Sometimes she's so high that I don't think she even knew she had a daughter. But she worships my older brothers. She gives them everything they want.
Even me." "You mean, your mother knew about your brothers raping you?" He did know. "Yeah," I told him. "She knew. When it first started, I used to scream and cry and fight. I used to yell at the top of my lungs for her to come home and make them stop. Then one day, she did come home. When she walked in, Mon was fucking me in my ass and Kade had his dick in my mouth and I was crying like crazy.
I thought she would make them stop. Instead, she and her friend sat down and watched. She told Kade and Mon to have fun with me.
That that was what she had had me for.
They even cheered them on. But what was worse is she took her pants off and made me eat her cunt while Kade and Mon fucked me. And then she let Mon fuck her right there in front of me. From then on, I just let them do it. There was no one to stop them. Sometimes, I would wake up, and she'd be eating my cunt so that one of them could fuck me in my sleep. She loved to watch them fuck me.
She let them do it in front of all of her friends. It was terrible." Tears were streaming down my face.
My grandfather reached over and wiped them away. "Well, don't worry," he told me.
"That's all over now. You're with Grandpa and everything's going to be different." And it was. For the next couple of days, I was treated like a princess. We lived in a huge house out in the country far away from anything else. It had a pool, a gazebo, a glass house. Grandpa had even had a clubhouse built. He took me shopping everyday and bought me everything I wanted. We went out to eat every day for breakfast and every night for dinner.
I met everyone in our small town and by the end of my first month there, I was well known as John's little princess. Then things changed. It was the day of my fourteenth birthday. Grandpa threw me a big party and invited everyone in town.
I was treated like a Princess all day. I got the best gifts, the nicest clothes, the works. When we got home, I got ready for bed and met Grandpa out in the glass house for cookies and milk. When I got out there, he was waiting in his P.J.s. I went and sat beside him.
I gloated over my day. I told him I had never felt so important in my life. "That's because you are important," he said. "You are growing up now. You're turning into a beautiful young lady. You have new friends." "I have everything I have ever wanted," I told him, laying over on his shoulder. "But you know, with age comes responsibility." I nodded, not really knowing what he meant.
I didn't care. I had had the perfect day. Nothing could ruin it. Even talk of a few new responsibilities. Then I felt Grandpa's hand slide down my back and into my pajama pants. I jumped a little, but I remained still. Maybe he didn't mean to do it. "Yep," Grandpa went on. "Every little girl has to turn into a woman at one point or another." I felt his hands gently spreading my butt apart and touching my ass hole.
Now I knew that he'd meant to touch me. He kept talking. "Don't worry, Sweety," he said. "It's not scary. Besides, you already know all about being a woman." Then I realized what this talk was about. I got off of the chair beside Grandpa and stood to face him.
"I thought you said things were going to be different," I told him, tears welling in my eyes. "I thought you said all of that was over. You promised that it would be different." "They are," he said, grabbing me by my waist.
He turned me around to sit on his lap. I felt the bulge in his pants and jumped off of him with a little yelp. He sat me back down. "Don't you love living with Grandpa," he asked, wrapping his arm around my waist to hold me in place. "Yes, but." "And don't you love all of the things Grandpa has given you and did for you." He slid his hand under my shirt and up to my bare breast. "But Grandpa." "And wouldn't you just hate to have all this stuff just disappear?" His hand caressed my breast, gently pinching my nipple between his fingers.
He leaned forward and kissed me on my neck as his other hand slid between my legs.
"I would, but I thought you said it would be different." "It is," he said. "I treat you like a princess and give you everything you want. Did Mon or Kade do that?" I shook my head. "All you have to do is accept the stuff, enjoy the good life and pay what you owe." "Pay what I owe?" "Yeah," he said. "Everything in life has it's price. All of the things you have now come with one, too. It's not like you'd be doing anything you weren't used to." I remained quiet as he slid his hand in my pants and began to finger my clitty.
"All you have to do is take care of Grandpa the way he takes care of you. Only in a different way." I didn't say anything. What choice did I have? I couldn't go back to foster care. I couldn't go back home. Who was I supposed to tell? Who would believe that good ol' Mr. Johnny Cason would do anything like this to a granddaughter that he had did nothing but pamper since he'd met her?
I had no other choice. I sat there on his lap and did nothing as his finger slid into my now wet little slit. "There," he told me.
"You're doing good already. Just do what you know and it'll all be alright. Your life will be peaches and cream from here on out." Grandpa stood me up between his legs and pushed my pants down. Then he pulled me back on his lap facing him and put both my legs on either side of him. He moved his pants between my legs until he pulled out his huge, hard, as-thick-as-my-wrist dick.
I jumped off of his lap. "What are you going to do with that," I asked. "Oh, come on," he said. "Don't tell me you don't know." "There is no way you are going to put that in me," I told him. "It'll never fit." I backed away from him. He stood up and grabbed me by my wrist. "Sure it will," he said. "Let me show you." He spent me around quickly and bent me over the chair and before I knew it, he was lining his dick up with my tight wet twat.
"Oh my.OW," I moan-yelled. His dick stretched my pussy beyond beliefas he pushed it in slowly. He held onto me by my waist as he guided himself deeper and deeper into my body. I was frozen in disbelief. He pushed in until he was buried to the hilt in my warm tight body. "Oh, my," he moaned under his breath. "Your pussy is so tight and wonderful. So wet.
So silky." "Please don't move," I told him, coming out of my stupor. "It's going to hurt really bad if you move." "Just relax," he told me as he stood there buried in me. "This is amazing. I'm buried all the way up to my balls. How perfect is that? You were made for me. We're a perfect match." He stood there for a second longer savoring the feeling of my tight warm wet pussy hugging every inch of him deep inside of me. Then he put both hands on my thick round ass and began to stroke in and out of me slowly.
I moaned deep and loud as my pussy struggled to accumulate his size.
He pushed my upper body down to bend lower so he could have better access to my pussy. My moans got deeper and louder as he went deeper into me. "Oh, Princess," he moaned. "Your singing is beautiful. Nobody has ever made Grandpa feel this good." His pace quickened and his strokes deepened.
I cried as I felt my body losing control. I closed my eyes and bit my lip and tried my best not to let my body enjoy what was happening to me, but before I knew it, I felt my pussy tighten and begin to quiver as an orgasm washed over me. "Oh, Baby," I heard Grandpa moan out. Then I felt his body tighten as he shot spurt after spurt of thick hot sticky cum in me.
He gripped my ass and stayed buried in me as we both yelled out our orgasms. I felt his cum fill me up to overflowing. It ran down my legs in hot streams until it pooled on the floor at the insides of my feet. I never thought it was possible for anyone to have that much cum. But it kept cumming. Even when I had come down from the high of my orgasm, his dick continued to spurt into me.
I stood there impaled on the biggest dick I had ever seen in my life and prayed for it to hurry up and be over. When it finally was, Grandpa turned and sat down and held me on his lap. He was sweating and breathing hard over that twenty minute fuck like he had just ran a marathon. I felt him kiss me on my neck. "See there," he told me. "Now everyone's happy. And this is the way it will always be." To Be Continued.