Grandpa Ernest's Girls (M/g spank reluc roman)

   by cc

   To EJ on his anniversary.  Happy Anniversary!



   "Young lady, you come here right this instant!  You've been asking for a
good spanking all day, and now you're going to get it!" Grandpa Ernest
deftly snagged his little granddaughter's arm as she tried to twist away.
He bent her under his arm, tossed up her skirt, jerked down her cotton
panties, and gave the eight-year-old a brisk, business-like spanking,
SMAK-SMAK-SMAK!  as she jerked and cried out, dancing from foot to foot as
he disciplined her.  After he judged her bottom to be sufficiently
reddened, and her cries to be sufficiently repentant, he let her up,
enfolding her in his arms, rocking her back and forth as she sniffled, his
strong, warm hands rubbing her buttocks.  She melted against him with an
almost dreamy sigh.  A typical spanking, for her.

   Little Katy had lived with her Grandpa Ernest as long as she could
remember.  Her adopted mother Julie, Ernest's daughter, who was also
adopted, had disappeared shortly after she was born, and there had been no
one but her grandfather to take care of her.  And he had taken good care of
her, indeed.  Although they lived in ****, where there was much poverty, he
was fairly well off, having been a successful businessman for many years
before he retired.  He hadn't expected to be raising a child again at his
stage of life, but he could hardly allow his little granddaughter to go
with strangers, when he was perfectly capable of making the sacrifice.

   It was hard at first; diapers and 3 a.m.  feedings all over again,
toilet training, the works, this time with no one to help him, the child's
grandmother having been gone for some years before she was born.  There
were plenty of women at the church he attended who would help him out on
the rare occasions when he just had to go somewhere without Katy, but most
of the time it was just the two of them.

   As she grew, she developed into a most charming little girl.  Smart and
sweet, occasionally mischievous, but generally well-behaved, rarely giving
him trouble about her lessons (she was home-schooled), making her bed,
eating her vegetables, or going to church.  But it seemed only natural for
him to spank her when she misbehaved even a little bit.  And, as he
admitted to himself all along, he enjoyed it thoroughly.  He had always
known that it excited him sexually to punish a little girl.

   It certainly had done so when Katy's mother was young, but for a variety
of reasons, principally that her mother was still living, Ernest simply
privately enjoyed the feel of his hand spanking his daughter's bare bottom,
a fairly regular occurrence until she left for college.  He never abused
her beyond the spankings, which were not particularly severe.  While she
was at home, she seemed the model child, even as a teenager still going to
church and keeping up with her studies.  Although she 'went wrong' after
leaving home, she never seemed to resent his discipline, and it probably
didn't have anything to do with her later rebellion; perhaps he didn't
discipline her severely enough!

   Planning ahead, Ernest had moved with his granddaughter to ****, where
'age-of-consent' laws were unheard of, and if a child's guardian wished her
married to someone, there was no one to protest.  So he arranged for the
two of them to be legally married, while she was still a preschooler.  But,
wanting to make sure the time was right, he had avoided any more overt
sexual behavior between them until she was a little older.

   But now his little granddaughter was eight, and becoming more and more
attractive to him.  He simply couldn't resist.  He began to alter her
punishments.  She still received spankings regularly, but by the time she
was eight-and-a-half, he was using various implements on her tender flesh.
Instead of just spanking her bottom, he would take a flexible plastic ruler
to her thighs, back and front.  Then he would paddle her buttocks for a
while until they were sufficiently reddened.  Sometimes he would use a
wooden spoon, and lately he had taken to using a soft tawse.

   Katy never objected to any of this, other than typical preteen whining
when it was time to be punished.  Like with her mother, Grandpa Ernest
never really punished her hard, and besides it was all she knew.  So when
she had turned nine, and he finally stripped her naked for punishment and
stood her in front of him, she only mildly objected, "Grandpa!  Do I haveta
be...naked?  It's so...embarrassin'!"

   He just gruffly replied, "That's part of your punishment, young lady, to
have to be naked in front of a grown man.  It is embarrassing, and it's
supposed to be.  Because now I can see all your little naked parts: your
nipples, your bottom, and your little cleft." She blushed deeply.  He
strode around her, ogling.  She was a vision; an angel in despair. 
Heartbreakingly slender, nipples barely breaking the plane of her chest
atop mere buds.  Her trim thighs framed her girlcleft peeping out between
them, even as she fidgeted, anxiously awaiting her punishment.

   "You're very pretty," he went on.  She beamed shyly.  "But you've been
very naughty, and you need discipline!  And you're getting bigger, so
you'll be getting punished more and more like a big girl.  Today that means
I'm going to whip your breasts." He pulled the tawse off his belt, where he
often had been leaving it hanging of late, for ease of use.

   "My breasts?!!  Oh, but Grandpa, please!  Do I haveta be whipped
there??!" she whined.

   "No nonsense, young lady, you must be punished!" and he proceeded to
whip her little breastbuds and nipples with the tawse, swinging it back and
forth across her front as she yelped and trembled, her little nipples
becoming fetchingly reddened and erect.

   When he she was sufficiently disciplined, he tossed the tawse aside, and
seized her breastbuds, one in each hand, kneading and working them,
pinching and twisting her erect nipples as she gasped and moaned, "Oh,
Grandpa, please!" Finally he snapped a nipple clip on each as she gaped in
astonishment at such treatment, open-mouthed, and left her to stand in the
corner facing the room, with strict instructions to leave them on until his
return.  She shuffled to her place submissively.

   He continued to sexualize her punishments more and more.  He would put
her in knee-chest position on the bed to whip her bottom, then order her to
hold the cheeks apart, exposing her little rosebud.  Then the tawse, or
perhaps the crop, would be brought to bear on this most intimate portion of
a young girl's anatomy, as she bucked and squealed.  Before long there came
a bedtime punishment when he commanded her to lay supine, soles of her feet
together, knees fallen apart, blushing at how exposed she was to her
grandpa's hot gaze.  Her cleft was exquisite: completely unfledged, puffy
labia begging for the crop, framing a prominent clitoris that he vowed to
pay particular attention to in the future.  Barely visible through her
introitus was her intact hymen, glistening.

   He snapped the crop down sharply on her vulva as she arched and nearly
screamed, more from the embarrassment and intensity of the moment than any
really severe pain; as usual his ministrations stung, but no worse.  Yet
each SMACK on her cleft seemed to drive her wild, her mouth dry, her breath
short, a weakness in her limbs.  When he judged her cleft to be suitably
reddened, and her cries repentant and submissive, he tossed the crop aside
and swept her into his arms.  She clung to him, shoulders shaking with an
occasional sob and sniff, her tears staining his shirt.  Just as he used to
soothe her bottom after a spanking by rubbing it, he had continued this
practice.  So now he seized her cleft, kneading and working it, hefting the
already-punished lips, pinching and twisting her clitoris, as she yelped
and writhed.  He continued to molest her, tweaking a nipple, occasionally
giving her a sharp spank on her cleftlips, but all the while focusing on
her clitoris, pressing it firmly against her pubic bone, pulling it out
then letting it snap back, again and again.  Soon she was crying out
hoarsely, "OH, GRANDPA!  OH, GRANDPA!  I'LLBEGOOD!  I'LLBEGOOD! 
I'LLBEGOOD!" and then she was there, bucking and jerking, pressing her
cleft urgently into her grandfather's hand to achieve her release, nearly
screaming as she came and came.

   In the afterglow he laid her gently on the bed, smoothed the hair from
her forehead, and kissed her goodnight.  She was asleep before he closed
the door.

   This scenario became more and more common.  Indeed it seemed to him that
she would deliberately seek out punishment, thankfully choosing little
impertinences that did no harm, giving him excuse after excuse to strip,
spank, whip, and molest her.

   It was around that time, when Katy was about nine-and-a-half, that her
mother showed up after so long.  Ernest hadn't tried to hide from her, and
indeed had left word with family members in case she should ever try to
reach him.  He had longed for her to repent, and now his dream was a
reality.  She fit nicely into the household, helping out with chores, going
to church, trying to rehabilitate herself, and seeming to be doing a good
job of it.  Katy seemed to accept her enthusiastically.

   Ernest didn't quite know how to handle revealing to Julie his
relationship with Katy.  He feared the worst, but the only risk was Julie's
anger; considering the local laws there was little she could threaten him
with.  He had custody of Katy, and, while his treatment of her might have
been unusual, and even disapproved of by the majority of ****'s citizens,
it didn't even come close to rising to the level of criminal conduct there.
He didn't know it, but Julie was beginning to suspect something was going
on; although Ernest tried to plan Katy's punishments when Julie wasn't
around, it was inevitable she would get some idea of what was happening. 
He was still puzzling over how to 'come clean', when events took over.

   Unbeknownst yet to Ernest, Katy had taken to imitating his treatment of
her, in a pocket fashion, while in her room at night when she was supposed
to be asleep.  She would spank herself, and pinch her nipples and clitoris,
and finally bring herself to orgasm.  If she happened to succeed in doing
so right before a punishment session with her grandpa, so much the better!
Her second orgasm was usually substantially more satisfying.  And so it
happened one night that she found herself, a naked little preteen girl,
standing outside her grandfather's bedroom door, having just snuck in as he
slept, and snatched the nipple clips, which she was now assiduously
applying to her erect nipples.  Unexpectedly, Julie's door flew open, and
she saw her daughter with the nipple clips on, rubbing and spanking her
cleft as she moaned in the hall.  One would have expected all ---- to break
loose, but her reaction was curiously restrained.  She led her trembling
daughter, nipple clips still in place, into her bedroom and sat down with
her for a long talk...

   "Dad.  DAD!" Julie shook her sleeping father.



   "W-What?  What's the matter?" he mumbled, throwing off the bedclothes
and peering up at his daughter.  "You sick or something?  Is Katy OK?"

   "I'll let you decide that, Dad.  Come and see." She led him to his
bedroom door, and watched as he opened it.  Then he stopped as if struck
dumb.  Katy knelt there, a vision of loveliness, nipple clips in place, and
an attractive velvet collar on, which Ernest did not recognize.  She was
bathed, her hair done in ringlets that cascaded over her shoulders, and she
wore a hint of perfume, but nothing else except the collar and clips.  Her
wrists were crossed behind her, and her head bowed, but she peeked shyly up
at him through her eyelashes.

   It might have made entertaining fiction to relate that he immediately
seized her and punished her as Julie looked on, but one could hardly expect
that under the circumstances.  Instead they all sat down together for a
long talk first.  There was a lot said, but nothing reproachful, except
that Katy was sorry she had taken the nipple clips and used them without
her grandfather's permission.  Julie had suggested that Katy offer herself
as she had, and given her the velvet collar to wear.  And Julie...well,
Julie had a lot to say about how sorry she was for the way she had treated
her father and her daughter.  And the upshot of all of it was, that Julie
begged Ernest to take her back as her daughter, and even more, to marry her
as he had Katy, and punish her, and use her as his slave.  Katy looked on
in joy, urging her grandfather to say yes with her eyes and excited nods.
How could he resist?

   But who to punish first?  Julie immediately said, "Katy first!  I can
wait.  Just spank me or whip me tonite, Dad.  But Katy needs to be...fully
punished, I think; don't you?" She looked intently at Ernest, who slowly
nodded.

   Then he turned to Katy, and asked her, "Well, young lady, are you ready
to be completely married to me?  Do you know what that means?" He waited,
not sure what reply he would get.  She knew about the 'birds and the bees',
but sometimes kids don't make all the connections that one might expect.

   After a slow beat, she replied, "It means you get to rape me, doesn't
it?"

   The question hung in the air between them, revolving lazily.  A jolt
of...joy, so sharp it was almost nauseating, ran through him.  Julie just
gaped in astonishment.  "Yes, that's right," he managed to croak out.

   She must have mistook his pallor, and sweat, and unsteadiness, for
displeasure, for she jumped up and ran for the door, sobbing out, "But now
that you've got Mom, you don't want me, cuz I'm so small and not pretty
like her!" Julie was indeed a lovely young woman, but of course, Katy was
gorgeous.  However, being homeschooled, she didn't really know how pretty
she was.

   Ernest was getting on, and not as fast as he used to be, but he sprinted
after her like an Olympic runner!  He swept her into his arms, kissing her,
hugging her tight, telling her that he loved her, and desperately wanted
her sweet little body, that he loved her Mom, too, and certainly would
enjoy her body as well, but Katy was his first wife, and slavegirl.  She
settled down, and nestled in his arms, content.

   Julie looked on from down the hall, happy but wistful.  Ernest noticed
her, and waved her over, engulfing them both in a hug, caressing them,
squeezing their bottoms, kissing and kissing them.  He couldn't imagine
being happier.

   Finally he broke off and looked at both of them, intently.  "You both
need some real discipline, and I mean right now!  To my bedroom!  Git" He
sent them on their way with smacks to their bottoms.  Once their, he put
Katy in knee-chest on the bed, pulled a never-yet-used dildo, ridged but
not particularly thick, out of his drawer, lubricated it, and thrust it
unceremoniously into her tender, delicate anus.  "AAH!" she yelped and
squirmed.

   "Hold still, young lady!" he commanded, with a SMACK!  to her cleft
lips. She subsided, but continued to tremble and whimper.  He flicked a
switch on the implement, and the vibration began.  She keened at the
sensation, so intense and embarrassing, both simply because she was so
exposed and abused in front of them, and because she knew they could tell
that she was responding to the abuse, her hips beginning to rock of their
own accord.  Grandpa Ernest slapped a piece of duct tape from cheek to
cheek of her buttocks to hold the implement in place.

   Then he turned to Julie.  "Everything off!" he barked, and she hurried
to comply, now less sure of herself, trepidatious, burning with
embarrassment as she revealed her charms to his eager eyes.  She was lovely
herself, slender and of no more than medium height, blond above, and only a
small amount of hair below.  Her breasts jutted out but not excessively;
they looked like they were made for the riding crop.

   Her father strode around her, slapping the crop in his palm as she
trembled, mouth dry, breath short, knees weakening.  "Daddy, please,
please," she whimpered, unable to help herself.  In reply he simply flashed
the crop out to land SMACK!  on her bare bottom, then a quick succession of
WAPS!  up and down her thighs, front and back, then returning to her
buttocks, whipping and whipping her, leaving her panting and reddened. 
Then he turned to her breasts.  He seized them first, bringing tears of
embarrassment to his daughter's eyes, at the thought that her father was
molesting her so.  Then all thought was driven from her mind as he brought
the crop down, WHACK!  across her breasts, and WAP-WAP-WAP!  to discipline
her sternly, leaving her nipples erect, breasts reddened, even one small
welt forming on the underside of her left breast.  Tears were streaming
down her cheeks as she sobbed, "Oh, Daddy, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm
sorry!"

   In reply he took her in his arms for a tender hug.  But, "Just a little
more for tonight," he said as she reluctantly complied with his order to
join her daughter on the bed in knee-chest.  Katy was in a fog, having
difficulty processing all the intense sensations and emotions she was
feeling, but seized most of all by the burning between her legs, as the
physical stimulation of the vibrator, and the mental stimulation of her and
her mother's discipline, took hold.

   Julie knelt, exposing her most intimate of charms to Grandpa Ernest's
view.  Without preamble he commenced to whip her sharply on her anus,
cleft, and clitoris, WHAP-WHAP-WHAP!  "AAAAAAH!" she nearly screamed at the
intensity of her punishment.  Her father tossed the crop aside, and seized
her, piercing, penetrating and probing her in both apertures at once with
one hand, while he kneaded and worked her turgid clitoris with the other.
She was already wet, and in no time she was bucking and rocking, crying out
and moaning, as she came and came.



   With a few last caresses and SMACK!s to her bottom and privates, Ernest
left her and moved over to little Katy.  Again he used the crop on her,
disciplining her thighs and bottom, even striking the end of the vibrator
to push it further into her preteen anus, making her jump and moan.  After
reddening her bottom sufficiently, he pulled her to kneeling, legs apart,
vibrator still in place in her tender anus.  He held it in while he ripped
the duct tape off.  She yelped and reeled a bit from the sensation.  But
Grandpa Ernest simply took hold of the vibrator and shook it a little which
got her attention; then he proceeded to work it in and out of her
bottomflower, while he front-spanked her directly on her mons and
cleftlips. She cried out wildly, writhing prettily, as the vibrator
penetrated her, and her Grandpa's hard hand reddened her unfledged
girlcleft.  In between SMACK!'s he vigorously stimulated her clitoris,
pressing it firmly against her pubic bone and rubbing it back and forth as
she gasped.  Soon she was nearing climax, bucking and rocking, crying out
hoarsely and rhythmically, "AAA-AAA-AAA!" Grandpa Ernest unceremoniously
pulled the vibrator out of her anus, bent her down to knee-chest again, and
replaced it with his rampant rod, thrusting deeply into her, raping her of
the virginity of her bottom as she screamed at the sensation of a grown
man's rod penetrating her tender, delicate rosebud, and the knowledge that
she was so violated at such a young age.  He remained buried inside of her,
not moving, just stroking her hair, kissing the top of her head, letting
her give voice to her distress, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed.  Julie
was there for her, stroking her cheeks, kissing away her tears, murmuring
encouragement in her ear.  Soon her sobs had died to the occasional
sniffle, and Grandpa Ernest began to piston in and out of her, driving deep
into her anus, then withdrawing almost completely, only to ram it home
again as she gasped and cried out with each stroke.  Meanwhile he reached
around and molested her clitoris fiercely.  Soon she was bucking and
rocking under him, squealing and yelping, coming and coming.  Even as she
was, he also came, grinding his pubic bone against her buttocks, emptying
his seed deep in her rectum with a groan, as she wept out the last of the
orgasm that wracked her body.  He collapsed next to her, shifting his
weight so as not to crush her slender form, and pulled Julie next to them
both in a loving cuddle, stroking their hair, kissing and kissing them.  He
couldn't believe how happy he was.  And how well they all slept!

   The next day he wasted no time arranging his marriage to Julie.  By the
evening it was done, with Katy the 'maid of honor', of course!  They
enjoyed a lovely dinner at a fancy restaurant, then returned home for the
consummation.

   He sent them to his room and ordered them to strip, and stand next to
each other in the middle of the room.  They waited, mouths dry, knees weak,
the warmth and wetness between their legs betraying them.  Their
anticipation was so intense they both felt faint, and swayed a bit, when
Grandpa Ernest walked into the room.  He surveyed the scene: a beautiful,
slender young woman, with small, pointed, high breasts stood there. 
Lightly fledged below, she might have passed for 16, except for the look of
tristesse that only bitter experience could provide.  But it was fading,
and covered over now by a curious combination of joy and anxiety,
anticipation and dread.  She was altogether desirable.

   Next to her was a vision, a stunning preteen.  Heartbreakingly slender,
her breasts were mere buds topped by little nipples, barely breaking the
plane of her chest.  Framed by her gleaming thighs was her unfledged
girlcleft with prominent clitoris.  She was trembling, eyes half closed,
nearly panting.  It was only with an effort of self-control that her
grandfather didn't immediately pick her up and impale her on his rampant
rod.

   He strode around them, slapping a riding crop into his palm slowly,
deliberately.  Suddenly he flashed it out, snapping it across the back of
Katy's thighs, SWAK!  "AAA!" she cried out, more from the surprise than the
sting.  Then the room was filled with both girls' cries and moans as he
swept the crop across their thighs, bottoms, and breasts, little Katy's
nipples becoming erect and fetchingly reddened, Julie's larger but still
petite globes jiggling prettily as her chest heaved with embarrassment and
passion.  He paused for a moment to admire the scene, the naked girls, one
preteen and flat-chested, the other a young slender woman, both totally
naked, sniffling a little, eyes half-closed, cheeks flushed, reddened areas
on thighs, buttocks, and breasts testifying to the attention of his crop.



   But something seemed to be missing.  He thought for a moment, then
realized what it was.  He reached into a drawer and pulled out what he
sought.  Their eyes widened as he approached them, and they gasped and
moaned as he snapped the nipple clips onto them, carefully and punishingly
pulling their nipples out to engage the largest area inside the jaws.  As
they trembled and writhed at the pinch, he caressed them, kissing them
gently on their foreheads, eyelids, glabella, then each one sweet and full
on their tender lips, which they offered hungrily to him, their slender
bodies betraying them at his touch.

   He resumed whipping them, now concentrating on their mons and cleftlips,
Julie shaven as nearly bare as Katy naturally was, each one crying out
wildly at the SNAP!  of the crop on their most intimate parts.  Soon their
vulvas were fetchingly reddened.

   He left Julie standing in the middle of the room, and led little Katy
over to the bed, sitting her down in front of him.  He pulled his rampant
rod out of his pants in front of her.  She stared at it, mesmerized, like a
baby rabbit staring at a snake.  He took her hands and placed them on the
shaft.  He thrilled at her trembling, butterfly touch, and at the sight of
a pretty little preteen handling his manhood.  Her little fingers traced up
and down his foreskin, daintily touching the glans, now revealed because of
his erect state.

   He ordered her to take it in her mouth, snapping the crop down onto her
nipples, clips and all, when she hesitated.  She gasped and yelped, and
hurried to comply.  He instructed her further, and soon she was sucking and
licking almost greedily as he groaned.  Between gasps he managed to tell
her to swallow what came out.  She pulled a typical preteen 'yuck' face,
until he informed her that it wouldn't be pee (she rolled her eyes in
relief at the news).  In no time he was emptying himself in her mouth as
she gamely tried to swallow it all.  But his flood overwhelmed her in her
inexperience, and much of it dribbled down her chin to drip onto her
breasts and thighs.  "I told you to swallow it all," he mock-scolded,
tenderly picking up some of the drips and depositing them in her open mouth
as she gazed up at him, dreamily.  "You'll have to be punished for that,
won't you, little one?" She hung her head and nodded, but peeped up at him
impudently through her lowered eyelashes.

   He flipped her over to knee-chest position on the bed, and simply
spanked her, full on her bottom, then shifting aim to her anus and cleft.
With the other hand he reached around and seized her vulva and clitoris,
molesting her fiercely, pinching and twisting, rubbing and pressing as she
writhed and moaned.  Soon she was bucking and rocking, coming in his hands
as he punished her.  As she gasped out the last of her orgasm, he gathered
her in his arms, kissing her and kissing her, as her tears stained his
shirt.

   He left her burning and murmuring on the bed, and turned to Julie.  She
had become even more aroused at the sight of her Daddy punishing and orally
raping her little preteen daughter, and now fell on her knees in front of
him, hands clasped together, just saying, "Please, Daddy, please!  Oh,
please, please, Daddy!" hardly knowing whether she was asking for, or
asking to be spared from.

   In answer Ernest reached down and seized her nipple clips, pulling and
hefting them as she gasped and yelped.  Then he pulled her to her feet by
the clips themselves as she scrambled to keep pace with his punishing
hands. He led her to the bed and put her likewise in knee-chest position.
By this time he was rampant again, and he almost contemptuously rammed his
rod deep within her, filling her punished cleft with his manhood as she
nearly screamed.  He drove hard again and again, rocking her and reaming
her, able to carry on much longer since he had so recently abused Katy's
mouth.  All too soon Julie was orgasming under him, spasming and yipping.
He waited until she was spent, and then resumed raping her, pistoning in
and out punishingly, as she whined and sobbed, forcing her to endure his
manhood penetrating her rhythmically for a few more minutes until he
deigned to empty himself at her cervix.  Then he collapsed onto the bed
between his daughter and his granddaughter, gathering them both to him,
covering them with kisses which they weepily but gratefully returned.

   They all fell asleep for a while in the afterglow.  Grandpa Ernest woke
first, and raised up to gaze at his sleeping beauties.  He was floored by
their loveliness, and by the knowledge that their slender bodies were his
to punish and sweetly rape.  Which reminded him: he hadn't yet taken Katy's
maidenhead.  There was no time like the present.  Having spent himself
twice that day already, he felt sure he could give her the raping her
precious girlcleft deserved.

   She was lying curled up, her little bottom pushed out towards him.  He
spanked her sharply three times and she popped awake, scared, looking
around in a daze.  He gathered her in his arms and soothed away her fright
as she relaxed against his chest.  He lay her face-up on his lap, and
without further ado began spanking her full upon her unfledged girlcleft,
WAP-WAP-WAP!  "AAAA!  AAAA!  AAAA!" she cried out, waking Julie, who gazed
in adoration as her father punished her daughter so lovingly and
thoroughly. Katy squirmed and writhed in Grandpa Ernest's grasp, and
finally squealed, "Grandpa, I gotta pee!" He picked her up and kissed her,
then deposited her on her feet, sending her on her way to the bathroom with
a swat to the bottom, making her giggle.

   She returned a bit more reluctantly, sensing what was coming next.  He
called her to him imperiously, seizing her nipple clips as she came in
range, pulling her into his grasp.  He clasped her to him, kissing her
passionately, her mouth level with his as he sat and she stood before him.
He stood, picking her up with him as he arose.  He held her high in the air
under her arms, enjoying the sight of the naked little preteen so helpless
in his grasp.  Then he brought her down with force onto his rampant rod,
raping her of her maidenhead, driving with one stroke deep within her,
bumping up against her cervix as she screamed.  He just held her there,
kissing her silky hair as she sobbed and her shoulders shook.  Soon her
distress died down to the occasional sniffle as she cuddled against him,
feeling his rod pulsating within her abused cleft.  He began to rape her in
earnest, pistoning in and out of her, withdrawing almost completely before
ramming into her again.  She cried out rhythmically, "AAAAH!  AAAAH! 
AAAAH!" Soon the stretching of her underdeveloped cleftlips and vagina, and
the pressure on her clitoris made itself known.  She rocked, and bucked,
and arched, and came as he raped her, and at her peak he climaxed as well,
emptying himself within her preteen girlhood.  Julie could see his semen
mixed with her blood trickling down her perineum and across her anus.

   Grandpa Ernest rocked and rocked his little granddaughter as she wept
out the last of her orgasm, sobbing at the strange mixture of
embarrassment, pain, pleasure, and love that she felt.  Julie joined them
in the hug, and Grandpa Ernest knew that he would never be happier than
that moment, but he also knew that

   They Would Live Happily Ever After.

   The End

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