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GRANDPA AND ME

Chapter 5

Grandpa drove with me by the window and Mom in the middle.  As soon as we buckled up,
Mom slid her hand over his crotch and began to gently stroke his cock.

"You're a very handsome man, Karl," she said lovingly.  "I've always known that.  I didn't
realize what a stud you were until today."  She sighed.  "Think of all the good fucking I've
missed."

"We'll make up for it, sweet pussy," he answered.

"I'm glad to hear that," she said, squeezing his cock.  "But I want to fuck Rick, too."  

"Only when I give you permission, sweet pussy," Grandpa replied.  "Let's talk about the
Allisons.  When we get to the Allison's house, I'm going to inject something in Dr. Allison's
mouth.  I want you to help me."

"All right, Karl," she said sweetly. "What do you want me to do?" 

"Rick'll grab her around the arms and hold her. You make sure she doesn't kick by grabbing her
legs.  Grab both of them, Vicki."   

"Of course, Karl."

"But if there's an obvious change of plans, follow my lead.  Pay attention and help."

"Yes, Karl, but why are you doing this?"

"So I can make her my playmate like you are."

"That'll be nice," Mom said brightly. "Oh, my.  That means I'll have sex with her, too."

"What do you mean, Mom?" I asked. 

"Rick, when Karl fucks Patty he'll want me to join them. Won't you, my naughty boy?" she said. 

"Yes, I will, sweet pussy. Yes, I will."

"But, Karl," she said in a petulant little girl tone, "Can I still get all of your cock I want?"

"Yes, sweet pussy, you can," Grandpa replied.  Mom started unzipping his fly.  "Not now,
Vicky."

"Please, Karl," she whined as she continued trying to get his cock out.

"Vicky," he said sternly.  "I said not now.  Don't think about fucking me.  Think about how I can
make Patty my playmate."

"Can I think about fucking Rick?" she asked.

"No, Vicky.  Don't think about fucking at all.  Think about how you can please me by doing
other things for me," he said. 

"Like making Patty your playmate?" she asked.

"Yes, Vicky.  Like that."  

Grandpa sounded a little exasperated.  I guessed he'd adjust Mom's programming sometime soon
or she'd fuck him to death.  Mom sighed and rezipped his trousers.  She sat back and folded her
hands in her lap. 

"Karl," she said.  "I heard a rumor that Patty's bisexual."

"Oh?" Grandpa said.  He was as surprised as I was. 

"Yes." She was silent for several blocks before she said, "I didn't believe it at first.  She's always
been very professional with me.  But during my last visit, I got turned on by her touch."

"Maybe you're bisexual," Grandpa said. 

"Well, I've been awfully horny," Mom twittered.

Her horny?  I thought my cock was going to rip through my slacks.  I had visions of Mom and
Julie and, hell, a dozen of them, in a big, naked pile in the middle of the floor.  I could smell the
pussy and feel the heat.  I could see the squirming and twitching bodies.  I closed my eyes to
watch the vision in my head.  

"Rick, we're here," Mom said, gently tapping my leg. 
           
Dr. Patricia Allison and her daughters lived in a big, lovely house in the nicest section of town.  It
must have been four times as large as the house Mom and I shared.  

Dr. Allison was wearing a black pantsuit when she opened the door.  Her long blonde hair was
neatly piled on her head.  She looked like an older version of Julie, which meant she took my
breath away.  I looked at her in a different way because she wasn't just Julie's mother anymore. 
Soon, she'd be Grandpa's playmate and my playmate, too.  I wondered if Julie would like that
when she was forty, with the same features adjusted for an easy aging.   

Grandpa's a handsome guy.  When he leered at her, her eyes twinkled as she repressed a smile.  I
could tell from her face that Grandpa appealed to her, too.  She probably didn't know it, but she
subtly turned and arched so he got a nice view of her tits.  They're nice tits to view, too.  

"Hi, Vicki," Dr. Allison said.  She looked at me with fire in her eyes and I don't mean the kind of
fire Mom has when she looks at Grandpa.  "Hello, Rick," she said cooly.

"Hi, Patty," I replied in my sexiest and most manly voice.  Her brow furrowed and she gave me
the evil eye. 

"Patty, this is Karl Miller, Rick's grandfather," Mom said.  

"Hello, Karl Miller," Patty Allison replied.  There was a sexy lilt in her voice as she offered her
hand.

"Hello, beautiful lady," Grandpa replied with a flourish before he kissed the back of her hand.  

Patty's eyes twinkled before she led us into her living room. 

"Julie's in her room.  If you'll wait here, I'll get her so we can all talk," she said. 

"What are we going to talk about?" Grandpa asked innocently.

"Sex, Mr. Miller," Patty said.  "Rick's pressuring Julie to give up her virginity."

"If she looks like you, I don't blame him," Grandpa said. 

Dr. Allison tensed.  Her voice was cutting when she said, "I don't think that's appropriate, Mr.
Miller."

"Why not?"

"Rick's in the room for one thing."

"Rick knows about sex," Grandpa replied.  "We all do."

"I don't," Mom said.  She took a step that left her inches from Patty.  "I don't how women make
love."

"What's going on here?" Patty whispered. 

"I want to make love to you," Mom replied in a low, sexy voice. 

Mom held Patty's head in both hands as she kissed her long and hard.  Patty didn't resist as
Grandpa gently pulled her arms behind her back and handcuffed her wrists together.  Mom
nibbled down her throat when Grandpa pulled Patty's head back and injected the formula in her
mouth.
 
"It's all right, Patty.  Everything's going to be all right," Grandpa said gently just before she lost
consciousness.

"Mom!  Where are you?" we heard Julie shout.

"Go get her, tiger," Grandpa said.  

Grandpa had given me a job, which was to keep Julie away from her mom until Grandpa's
hypnotism session was through, and two pieces of rope, in case I needed them.  I went off to do
my duty with a smile on my face.  As I closed the doors behind me, Julie was coming down the
stairs. 

Julie Allison is the wet dream of every guy who knows her.  About five four in height, she has a
jutting, aggressive, teenaged-girl's ass that's so high and firm it defies gravity.  She has the
greatest legs around.  They're muscular, yet feminine, with trim ankles.  She has a tiny waist and
what we all imagined were the most beautiful boobs ever. 

But from the neck up she's even better than from the neck down.  She has a beautiful face, with a
wide mouth dimpled on each side, and a pouty lower lip.  Her nose is pert.  She has huge, blue
eyes.  It's all topped by the thick, golden blonde hair which comes to her shoulder blades.  She's
a killer, a real killer.

But a fourteen year old girl who looks like that and has a single parent who dotes on her thinks
her shit doesn't stink.  Some people called her a bitch and she was sometimes.  A lot of guys
called her a prick tease and she definitely was that, but she wasn't the worst I knew.  

She was dressed in a bright green halter top with tiny strings attached around her neck and
behind her back.  It was almost a bikini top.  She wore khaki micro shorts that let the bottom of
her ass cheeks pooch out.  Her skin was already getting dark from the late spring sun.

When she saw me, her eyes twinkled and her gait changed.  She starting swaying like Mom did
after Grandpa hypnotized her.  My cock was bursting out of my pants and her eyes dropped to
glance at it.   

"Hi, Rick.  What are you doing here?" she said sexily.

"Your mom is talking to my Mom and Grandpa Karl in the living room.  They don't want to be
disturbed.  Why don't we go to your room?"  

"No.  I want to see my mother," she said forcibly and started to walk around me.  

I'd been thinking about what I wanted to do with Julie.  Since she was going to be mine in less
than an hour, I didn't see any reason to be restrained with her.   As she walked by, I grabbed her
arm and spun her around to stop her.  She spun all the way into my arms.

She was crushed against me.  My arms were around her waist and her breasts were against my
chest.  My hard cock was jammed into her stomach.  Her eyes got big and wet.  Her crotch was
slowly rotating against my crotch.

"Let go of me, Rick," she said.  

She was trying to act angry, but her hips were moving and her eyes gave her away.  I cupped her
ass cheeks with both hands and pushed her harder into me.  She tilted her head down a little, but
those big blue eyes never left mine. The tip of her pink tongue snaked out an inch.

"You need to quit rubbing your pussy against my cock," I said. 

"If you talk like that, I won't go out with you," she said haughtily.  

She was gauging the situation to decide how hard to play it.  She didn't know her world was
going to change.  Her eyes hardened.

"If you don't let me go this instant, I'll never speak to you again," she commanded as she pushed
hard against me.  I didn't budge.  She tried another tack.  "Well, okay.  Do you want to go to my
room and listen to music?" she said softly.

"Great idea," I replied.

"We won't have sex, Rick," she said, but her eyes watched me for a reaction. 
      
She led the way and I followed.  Following Julie Allison's ass is, in itself, a sexual act.  Julie's
room was on the second floor and down the hall.  I don't remember seeing anything except the
back of Julie as I walked to it.

"You go on in," she said. "I have to go down the hall."

She took two steps before I realized she was going downstairs.  I caught her on the middle of the
stairwell. She started to scream before my hand covered her mouth.  I carried a squirming and
fighting Julie back into her bedroom and shut the door. 

She tried falling down in an effort to get away.  I fell on her, pinning her face down.  Her legs
were spread with me between them.  My cock was wedged against her ass.  With her delightful
ass squirming against my cock, I was glad Grandpa had programmed me to hold back.  If nothing
else, that was going to come in handy.

I closed my fingers over her nose for a few moments. When I thought she had enough, I let go
and she gasped for air.

"Be quiet or I'll gag you," I said menacingly in her ear.  

I pulled her to her feet by her hair.  She squeaked as she wrapped her hands around my wrist to
ease the pressure.  I would've been easier on Julie, but there was something in her face that told
me she was enjoying this as much as I was.   

"Get on your bed, Julie," I ordered. 

She tried to pull away again, so I swatted her ass hard.  Damn.  It felt good on my hand.  Julie
squealed and started rubbing it.  She looked so delectable, I kissed her.  She ground herself into
me and her arms wrapped around my neck.  When the kiss was over, I was a little disoriented.

"What are you going to do to me, Rick?" she asked shyly.  Once again, those blue eyes burned
me like lasers from under her long black lashes. 

"Whatever I want, Julie.  Get on your back on the bed." I said firmly, but not meanly.

She didn't resist.  In fact, I had to hurry to keep up with her.  She lay back in the middle of the
bed with her feet a few inches apart.  She was breathing rapidly, which made her breasts go up
and down, up and down.  Talk about hypnotic.  I don't know how long I sat there watching them
rise and fall. 

Finally, I remembered what I was doing.  I slipped the loop of one of the ropes Grandpa gave me
over her wrist, pulled the slipknot tight, and tied her wrist to the bedpost.  She didn't say a word.

When I slipped the loop over the other wrist, she said, "You're tying me to the bed."

"That's right."

"Rick?"  

It was a soft, sexy whisper.  I stopped because of the way she called my name. And, my cock
twitched again.  She looked sexy and inviting.

"Are you going to rape me?"

Maybe it was the way she said it.  Or, maybe, it was the hypnotic suggestion Grandpa gave me to
think clearly.  Maybe, it was me.  For whatever reason, I played back in my mind what she'd
said.  When she said, "are you going to rape me?" it wasn't like "oh my God, don't do this to
me."  The tone was hopeful, like when you ask your parents, "are you going to let me go out with
my friends." 

I noticed her leg farthest from me was now bent, her foot on the bed. Her toes were pointed. 
Damn, she had good legs. When she saw me looking at her legs, she arched her back just a little
as her other leg moved further apart.  I took a deep breath. 

"I'll do with you whatever I want to do, Julie," I replied.

"I was just asking," she said enticingly.  Her lower lip came out in a little pout. I kissed her again
and her free arm went around my neck to pull me to her.  When we broke the kiss, she smiled
shyly and extended her arm to I could bind it to the bedpost. 

When I reached to untie the bow behind her neck, her eyes were wide and wanting.  She turned
as far as she could to let me reach the bow behind her back. When she lay flat again, the halter
was untied and balanced on those perfect mounds. 

I felt like a famous sculptor unveiling my work of art as I slowly lifted the halter from her. Damn. 
They were every bit as beautiful as I had imagined.  Firm, high, rounded underneath so perfectly.
Her nipples were huge, erect, in a dusky pink.  I just stared at her for a few moments, drinking in
her beauty.  

I lay down beside her, propping myself on one arm.  My hand dropped to her waist. I felt her
stomach muscles quiver. Slowly, I leaned over to take her nipple in my mouth.

"Rick?" she whispered.  It was an urgent sound.

"Yes, Julie," I answered, perturbed by the interruption.

"Don't you want to take off my shorts?  You can't rape me unless you take them off first."

"I said I'd do what I wanted.  Be quiet or I'll gag you."

"Rick?"

"Yes, Julie?"

"Please.  Take off my shorts."     

She said it so hotly that I reached for the button on her shorts before I thought.  Her legs snapped
together so I could wiggle them off her.  It must've been the motion.  A musky smell
overwhelmed me.  I stopped and took a deep breath.  Ah, the smell of pussy.  There's nothing
like it.   

Her shorts were soaked and you could wring out her panties.  I was right.  Sweet little Julie was
getting off on this.  I did as she asked.  I slipped off the shorts and the panties, too.  I stuck them
in my face and inhaled deeply.  Julie was watching with a smile on her face. I stuck the panties in
her face.  I never knew she could take a breath that deep.  She sighed audibly when I removed
them from her nose. 

She pulled her legs up and open. She smiled when she heard me groan.  You would have
groaned, too, if you were looking down into Julie's wet and bloated pussy like I was.  There was
an expectant look on her face which changed to visible disappointment when I lay down beside
her again. 

"Rick," she asked, sounding exasperated, "aren't you going to rape me?"

"I told you I was going to what I wanted to do to you, Julie.  Don't ask any more questions.  You
need to understand that I'm your master and you're my slave."

"Your slave?" she replied with a squeak.

Julie raised her head. Her eyes were huge, her mouth open in a perfect circle.

"Yes.  My sex slave."

"Will I have to serve you sexually whenever you ask?  Will you make do anything you want no
matter how vile?"

"Yes, Julie.  I will."  

That thought made her so happy she wiggled all over. She flopped back down again and gazed
into my eyes. 

"All right.  I'll be your slave, but, please, Rick, you've got to rape me, or play with me, or
something.  I need to cum."

"Julie, are you a virgin?" I asked.

"You bastard!  Did you think I was teasing you and screwing someone else?  Well, that's sick
and it really pisses me off.  How could you think I'd do that?"

"Relax.  I just asked."

"Don't ask.  Just because I haven't put out for you doesn't mean I'm doing someone else."

"Shhh," I said as I kissed her neck.  I nibbled on the throat, then down to her breasts. 

I took her beautiful nipple in my mouth. When my tongue flicked against it, she groaned down
deep in her throat and her knees came up and open. 

"Please, Rick," she whimpered. "Please, fuck me."

I was going to fuck her as often as I wanted, but I didn't want to do it right then.  I wanted to
watch her cum.  I let my fingers swim in the murky waters between her legs. I gave her clit one
little twist. Her feet jammed into the bed as she arched and screamed.  I kept twisting her hard
button. She humped my hand as she sobbed 'oh, God' over and over before her ass fell back to
the bed. She was sweating profusely and gasping for air.

"Did you like that?" I asked in a teasing way.

"Umm," she murmured.

"You like being tied up, don't you?"

"Yes," she answered sexily.

"And you like being my sex slave?"

"Of course not.  Let me go right now, Rick," she said, but her voice sounded dreamy. 

"Not until you're honest with me."

"I'm going to like whatever you do to me," she whispered.  She raised her head to be kissed. 


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