Grandpa and me

🔞🔞 My parents separated when I was an infant and my Mother didn't have the means to take care of me. She'd sent me to live with my Grandfather, who treated me like a princess, though I never knew that some of the things he'd done with me as a child were so depraved and wrong until I was older. I was only a few years old when I can remember some of the first times he touched me. He would lay me over his lap and rub my butt cheeks and stroke a finger between my lower lips. It felt nice and I liked when he did it so much that in the evening it became a habit to lay on Grandpa's lap while we watched TV so that he could 'massage' me.

My curiosity toward sex was ignited very young, as I used to also shower with Grandpa and watch him touch his big penis in the shower while he washed me with a washcloth all over. It wasn't until I was sixteen years old that things really started to get crazy. Grandpa always had dogs, huskies and German shepherds. He kept them in tact for breeding and sometimes I'd watch when the males bred with the females. Grandpa would take me out to the dog barn, pair a male and female up, then ask me to hold the female's leash as he guided the male to mount her. It always fascinated me how big the dog's penis would get and that it grew this huge bulge at the base that would lock inside of the female, which I now know as a knot.

Though Grandpa always played with me himself, he never suggested that I do anything with his dogs, not until I explored my curiosities myself. One night after dinner I told Grandpa I was going to go out to play. It was Summer and still light out until very late, he always made me come inside when it started to get dark. I went out to the dog barn and went to the kennel where Champ was kept. He was the nicest shepherd Grandpa had, definitely my favorite. I went into the kennel and knelt down with Champ. He licked me all over the face and was super happy to see me. Being a very obedient dog, I told him to lay down, and he did. I saw his fuzzy sheath and balls when he laid on his side. I knew Grandpa's penis grew big and hard when he touched it, so with my ten-year-old reasoning skills, I started to touch Champ's penis. Sure enough, his sticky red cock began to grow and emerge from the fuzzy sheath. I remember being so amazed by this, and I started feeling a strange stirring feeling in my lower belly as I kept rubbing his cock. I was wearing jeans that day, and sat back so I could pull them and my panties off. Champ immediately got up and started pacing as he tried to get his head between my legs excitedly. Curious, I let him. He began to lick my little girl parts so enthusiastically. I laid down in the hay and let him because it felt amazing. I could see his huge red cock bobbing around as he licked me, so I reached out to touch it, which made him buck his hips and hump into my hand.

I had no idea at this point that Grandpa was in the barn watching me quietly from over the barn door until Champ was squirting his doggy cum onto my fingers.

"You like that?" I heard Grandpa ask and it startled the hell out of me. I scrambled up to my knees in my embarrassment and Champ was still eagerly trying to lick my pussy. I tried to push his head back and he jumped up to hump me. Grandpa laughed and came into the kennel stall. I saw them that his fly was down and he was stroking his cock.

"It's okay. Just get down on your hands and knees like the bitches do. I'll help, sweetie, it'll be alright," he assured me.

As told, I got on my hands and knees. Grandpa took Champ by the collar and led him behind me, where he started to go to town licking my pussy again.

"You must taste delicious," I remember Grandpa commenting. Then he said, "Up up," to Champ, and the obedient dog jumped up behind me and wrapped his paws around my sides. His nails were trimmed very short but I still remember him scratching me a bit. I felt his big red cock poke at my butt and vagina over and over wildly as he began to hump, but he couldn't get it in. Grandpa reached between Champ's legs to grip him behind his knot and guided him to my virgin hole, or at least I assume so. I couldn't see what he did from the angle I was at. "Might hurt a little at first," Grandpa warned. Before I could even respond, Champ had rammed his big cock inside of me and was thrusting over and over. It hurts so bad I started crying, but I still had that butterfly feeling in my belly and a sensation like I had to pee. "Shh, it'll be okay, it'll only hurt for a little bit," Grandpa consoled as he watched Champ rut me like one of his bitches. When I turned my head I could see Grandpa stroking his cock the whole time.

After a few minutes, it did start to feel good. The pain was going away and I'm sure Champ had cum inside me a few times already because everything was so slippery and wet. His big knot never pushed fully into me that day. He did on other days later on, but after Champ was finished and his big cock pulled out of me with a wet sound, he started lapping up the cum he'd left leaking out of me. That didn't last long, because Grandpa pushed Champ aside and I heard him say, "Okay, down boy, my turn." I was guided to turn over onto my back, and Grandpa got down between my legs. I saw his huge veiny cock hanging between his legs as he lowered over my small body and kissed me on the lips. He slowly pushed his cock head against my doggy cum covered little hole and slid himself inside of me. His cock was bigger than Champ's and it started to hurt again as he stretched my little pussy. He was shushing me as I cried and kept pushing his mouth to mine and sticking his tongue inside to keep me from sobbing as he buried his huge adult cock inside of my ten-year-old cunt. I could feel the dog licking the bottom of my pussy again between Grandpa's legs. He must have been licking Grandpa's balls too, which began slapping against my ass as he fucked me. I felt him getting harder and harder until suddenly he pushed himself very roughly against me and I felt something warm and gooey pulse into me. When Grandpa pulled out again, there was Champ to eagerly lick up the cummy and bloody mess.

I didn't have an orgasm that day, I don't know if my little body even knew how to yet, but this became a recurring thing for Grandpa to do with me and his dogs. Eventually I did have my first orgasm, and from there I started looking forward to the sessions. Grandpa had a few horses, but the story of my Graduation from dog to horse cock is a story for another day. Now, I'm almost 40. Grandpa passed away when I was still young, and I miss him dearly, even though I know he was a pedo that encouraged bestiality. I'm married now and have two kids. I never told my husband about how I lost my virginity or how Grandpa fucked me with his animals for many years until his death. We do have a family dog, though. He is an in-tact German shepherd named Winston. When my kids are at school and my husband is at work? Yeah. I fuck the dog from time to tite

Thriller

Isn't she 10?

🔞🔞 . For as long as I can remember, I've been in love with my daddy. They say every girl's first crush is her daddy - it's normal, totally innocent. But I'm not 'every girl'. As I grew, it warped from something cute and sweet, to something darker, something much less 'normal'. Something... forbidden. I never wanted any of the boys at my school, never lusted after their lanky frames and patchy-bearded faces like other girls in my grade. They weren't repulsive to me, but they certainly could never compare with my Alpha-male Daddy. I remember, on the night of my prom, when my date had arrived at my house to pick me up, the speech Daddy had given the poor boy had gone beyond the shovel-talk; it was more along the lines of 'shotgun-pointed-at-his-face' talk. I hadn't had eyes for that boy, though. I'd only had eyes for Daddy, and wished he'd been accompanying me to Prom instead. What I wouldn't have given to dance with him, flirt with him, disappear into the shadows of the dancehall and show him exactly how he affected me. My teenaged years were awkward and pained, but at the end of puberty, I'd blossomed into enough of a beauty to think maybe - just maybe - I could try my hand at seducing my daddy. But he remained unshaken by every attempt at flirting, every blatant display of my skin, every 'accidental' brush of my body on his, every lingering kiss I'd planted on his face, just inches from his lips. That was, until, my nineteenth birthday, when he'd sent my mom off to a weekend-long spa, and finally gave into my advances, thoroughly ravaging me all night long, ruining me for any other man. But that's a story for another time. As it stands right now, it's been an entire fortnight since he last fucked me - a quick tryst in the woods at a family bonfire night - and I'm at my wits' end. It doesn't help that my mom has started a new job, meaning less late nights and more time for her to skulk around the house. She has no idea what Daddy and I share, and I plan to keep it that way. Not that I care if she's disgusted or horrified - my entire life, she has belittled and bullied me, blaming the birth of me on the lack of career growth she's experienced, and always bitches about Daddy's "cushy" job - but I am scared she'd call the cops, and maybe Daddy would be taken away from me. I couldn't stand that. So I play the part of the good girl, saving my pennies for an apartment of my own, where Daddy can come around anytime and use me as he sees fit. My new college is only on the other side of the city, and I'm hoping to be out of this house by the time classes start. But, right now, mom is fast asleep. I know Daddy is downstairs watching TV. Alone. Now is my chance. I'm dressed in one of Daddy's old band t-shirts - it's so big on me that it falls to my knees - and nothing else. I want nothing in the way of Daddy having his way with me. I want to be completely bare for him, like he deserves. My daddy works hard - harder than mom, harder than anyone I know. He's a firefighter, so he's often on-call. Tonight is a rare night off for him, and I plan on taking full advantage of such a thing. He's a hero to our whole city, and if my body can be his reward for all of his dedication, then I'm happy to service him however he needs. I creep downstairs, still mindful of mom sleeping behind the closed door of their bedroom, and slowly unravel my dark hair from the plait I went to bed with. Daddy likes to grab fistfuls of my hair, likes to use it as an anchor to fuck himself with me. Just the thought of my scalp pulled tight like that has my pussy flooding with slick, my nipples pebbling against the soft cotton of Daddy's shirt. I round the corner of the living room, and there he is. My sweet daddy, sprawled on the sofa like a king on his throne, his muscular body taking up more room than two average men. His hands are deliciously big, his arms roped with muscles from work, his torso hard and firm. His hair is as thick as ever, though it's streaked with silver. But his face... God, he truly is the most handsome man I've ever seen. I lick my lips as I ponder how to approach him. Do I surprise him? Do I tilt his head back over the back of the sofa and kiss him? Do I simply saunter over there and straddle him? I'm too horny to wait any longer. For two weeks straight, I've been pleasuring myself every night to the thought of Daddy's hands on me, in me. I've used every toy under my bed, but nothing is as good. Nothing compares to my Daddy's touch. "I know you're there," he rumbles, startling me from my thoughts. I jump at his voice, and guiltily shuffle over to the sofa. His dark eyes are still on the TV, but I can tell he's not watching it. My throat constricts as he spreads his denim-clad thighs. "Come on over here, baby girl," he purrs quietly. Baby girl. My pussy is hot and soaked now, juices wetting my thighs just from his voice alone. It really isn't fair, how quickly he can turn me into a puddle of goo. No one else has ever had this effect on me, not even porn or erotica. Just Daddy. I stand right beside him, my thigh touching his knee, and finally he looks up at me. My breath catches. Jesus, he's so beautiful. I've always had to contend with other women flirting with Daddy, touching him and throwing themselves at him - from mom, to checkout women, to my school teachers - but he's never looked at any of them the way he looks at me. Like I'm his whole world. Like he'd do anything for me. Like I'm a meal he wants to devour. I lick my lips again. "Can't sleep, baby?" he asks. My voice has somehow deserted me, so I just shake my head in response. "Hmm," he muses, a smirk playing around his delicious mouth. "Wouldn't be because of all the candy you ate after dinner, would it?" "Maybe," I concede with a little giggle. His smirk is replaced with a soft smile. "My sweetheart has a sweet tooth, huh? Incorrigible." But I'm not here to play games. We've been dancing around each other for a fortnight, both of us knowing exactly what we want but unable to have it. Every time we got too close, my mom would come into the room, or call one of us downstairs, or make enough of a racket to have us jumping apart. At times, I simply considered locking my bedroom and having my way with Daddy, but my mom is so goddamned annoying that she'd probably axe down the door just to nag me. No, I'm not about to flirt my way into this. He knows what I want, and so do I. I bend down until my lips are level with his ear. "You're tastier than any candy, Daddy. Can I suck on you, like I sucked on my lollipop?" The groan he lets out goes straight to my aching core. When I lean back, his eyes are entirely black, lust as clear as day on his gorgeous face. "You wanna suck, baby girl?" He languidly unbuckles his belt and scoops his half-hard cock out of his jeans. "Go on, then. Warm my cock like a good girl. Get me nice and hard so Daddy can fill you up." Fucking hell, his words just fuel the fire inside me. I all but scramble to my knees before him, blushing when he laughs at my eagerness. I grab his cock - almost as thick and long as my entire forearm, God help me - and immediately suck him into my wanting mouth. He groans again, this time louder and more ragged than before, and I revel in the sound. I make my daddy happy. I can satisfy him the way no other woman can. I was made just for him. His hands fist my hair, brushing the strands away from my face so I can suck him down more easily. He scoops it all into a ponytail in one hand, using the grip as a way to guide me up and down his length. Before long, he's entirely hard on my tongue. I've been training hard to remove my gag reflex, so I'm able to choke most of him into my throat, but it's not easy. Maybe, if he were a more average-sized man, but Daddy is huge in every sense. I find an odd amount of solace in the thickness of his cock in my mouth, choking me, filling my entire world, the taste of him hot and heavy on my tongue. I use both hands to stroke what my mouth can't reach, earning another broken moan. My drool drips down his length, lubricating my grip, until I'm fucking him with my face and hands like a good girl, exactly how he taught me all those months ago. I lose track of time. I think it's hours, but it could be minutes. My brain switches off somewhere along the way, and all I can concentrate on is the feel and taste of Daddy, the sure and steady weight of his hands on my skull, the heavy breaths he lets out with every stroke I give him. "Such a good girl," he whispers down at me. "Fuck, you're so incredible. I can see the bulge of my cock in your throat, baby. I'm so proud of you, training yourself so well." I rub my thighs together, trying to alleviate the molten need in my core. My clit is throbbing without any stimulation, my slit fattened and ready for cock. "Next time, Daddy will hang your head over the side of your bed and fuck your face properly, sweetheart. I'll be balls deep in your throat, pound your mouth the same way I pound your cunt." His voice is getting darker, like the growls of a wild animal - a telltale sign he's on his way to coming down my throat. I want it, I want to swallow it down and show him what a good girl I am. I've drank so much of Daddy's cum that I'm addicted to the taste now. I could go days with just drinking him as sustenance. But right as I think I'm going to receive a bellyful of hot seed, he pries me off his cock and forces my eyes to meet his. He's panting - as am I - and I want to mewl in need at the sight of him towering