It was New Year’s Eve, 2023 and my entire family was at my grandparents’ house. And when I say my entire family was there, I meant my parents, both my brothers, my sister, six uncles, five aunts, and too many cousins, nieces, and nephews to count.  My grandfather was seventy-two and over the summer he had open heart surgery. He said it didn’t bother him and that he was as healthy as ever, “maybe healthier with the improved ticker,” he would joke. But for this Christmas and New Year’s he insisted that the whole family got together to celebrate, and I couldn’t help but wonder if he thought this was going to be last chance to see everybody together.

The house was more of a manor. It was three stories with two wings and a wrap around balcony on every floor. There were at least a dozen bedrooms and even more bathrooms. If you didn’t know where you were going, it was easy to get lost. And I didn’t know where I was going. I hadn’t visited my grandparent’s house since I was ten, six years ago.

I wandered out of the east wing of the house, where the party was being held, trying to just find a nice quiet place to relax until we rang in the new year. It wasn’t that I wasn’t happy to see everybody, it was just that I felt out of place. At sixteen I was the youngest of all my cousins. In fact, some of cousins were old enough that they had kids as old as twelve. And that was the problem. I wasn’t seen as an adult by the other adults, but I certainly didn’t fit in with the kids.

The sounds of music and conversation softened as I entered the main foyer, suddenly feeling chilly now that I was alone in the big empty space. I tugged at the hem of my dress, which barely reached mid-thigh. It was purple and shimmered in the light, sleeveless and tight. It was the only way to show off my feminine curves, which was to say, I barely had any. My chestnut hair was long and pulled back into a simple braid that danced just between my shoulder blades. My small heels clicked against the floor as I tried to figure out where to go.

I climbed the grand staircase and wandered about the second story of the house, peaking into each room as I hadn’t seen most of these rooms before. I found a door near the back of the house that was different than the rest. The double doors were made of dark carved wood and creaked as I pushed into them. It was my grandfather’s study, but it looked more like a library. There was a desk at the end of the room with two leather chairs in front of it and two matching leather sofas with a coffee table in the middle of the room. The sides of the room were lined with bookshelves that reached all the way to the ceiling and needed a ladder to reach the top.

I stepped inside, admiring my grandfather’s collection. I had always been an avid reader and having a library like this in my own home had always been a dream. I was so enamored by it all that I didn’t notice that my grandfather was on the other side of the room watching me.

“Hey there Sophie.” His voice was gruff and a bit slurred from the whiskey he’d been drinking all night.

Startled, I turned quickly with a gasp, holding a hand on my chest. “Oh, hi grandpa.” I smiled warmly at him. “I didn’t think anybody was here. I figured everybody would still be at the party.”

“I’ve been here the past hour,” he said, walking towards me and placing his glass on the coffee table. “I doubt anybody has even noticed that I’m gone. I doubt anybody will really notice when I’m…” his voice trailed off.

It saddened me to hear Grandpa talk like that, confirming my suspicion that his heart surgery had scared him more than he let on. I knew that the family would miss him. I knew that I would miss him. He had been a big part of my life, coming to my gymnastic meets, holidays, birthdays, and just random visits. My grandparents spent practically half the year travelling in order to visit everybody.

He must have noticed the concern spread across my face because he smiled broadly and joked, “Don’t listen to anything this old man has to say. It’s more the whiskey talking than me.”

“Come on Grandpa,” I said in cheery voice, stepping close to him and rubbing his arm. “You’re not an old man. You don’t look a day over twenty-five.”

He laughed tenderly and pulled me into a hug. While it was definitely an exaggeration to say he looked twenty-five, he did look good for his age. He was tall and slender with a trimmed white beard and full head of hair even if it was rather thin. He wore a classic black and white tuxedo for the party which added a level of sophistication that made him look kind of sexy.

He let go of me and I took a step back. He was still smiling, almost laughing. “The worst part about the surgery,” he said. “Is that I feel great. Well, not quite great but not seventy-two. Age has a funny way of sneaking up on you. Enjoy it while you can.” He placed a hand on my bare shoulder and rubbed it gently.

I wanted to cheer him up, so I said, “Don’t they say, you’re only as old as you feel? And if you don’t feel old, then you aren’t. I’m sure you can still do lots of things you enjoyed when you were younger.”

He laughed again, the same heart-warming laugh that he always had. “You know,” he said. “The other night I had a dream that I was back at university, young and strong and dumb. I was at a party where we were all drinking and having a blast without a care in the world. But then I woke up just as I was about to kiss Cherie Lawson. Dreams have a way of ending just before the good part.” He paused for a moment in thought. “If I could be young again, I’d just want to replay my greatest memories.” He then turned and picked his whiskey up.

I stood there and watched him, trying to picture him as a young man and wondered what would have happened if he didn’t wake up from that dream. I wasn’t sure what came over me as I slipped my dress off my shoulders and shimmied it past my waist, as I undid my bra and dropped my panties to the floor. I knew I couldn’t be Cherie at a university party, but maybe I could make a new memory with him.

“Hey Grandpa.” My voice was soft and shaking.

He turned around and his eyes grew large looking down at my naked form. I saw his eyes start at my face, then move towards my tits, which were already growing stiff, and finally down to my shaven mound. His whiskey glasses slipped from his fingers, spilling its contents as it bounced on the rug.

“Sophie, my god, what are you doing?” he asked, shocked but not looking away.

I fought the urge to cover and apologize, telling him this was a terrible idea. I was his granddaughter after all. But once the shock faded from his face, I saw the beginning of smile on his lips and glow in his eyes. I knew this was the best decision I could make.

I stepped forward so that we were inches apart, grabbing his hand and placing the palm over my tit. “How about we make a new memory, Grandpa?” I said in a sultry voice.

It took a moment before he started rubbing my boob on his own. His large hand massaging the entirety of it easily. It made my clit throb between my legs, and I cooed softly.

“That feels so nice,” I told him.

“Sophie…” He breathed heavily. “I don’t think we should be doing this. You’re my granddaughter. I’m your grandfather.”

“We should definitely be doing this,” I moaned, grabbing his other hand and placing it on my wet slit. “Look how horny you’re already making me.”

His middle finger split my lips and effortlessly slid into my tight hole. I tossed my head back as shivers coursed through my body. “Yes, just like that.”

But he pulled both his hands away from body, leaving gasping and feeling little lost without his touch. The desire for him had come over me so fast. At first, I just wanted to give him another happy memory, seeing me naked, feeling a bit of my body. But now, it was much more than that. I needed him to touch me, lick me, and fuck me.

“I need to leave,” he said, “before I do something…” He again trailed off.

But I wasn’t going to let him leave. I rushed over to him and rubbed his crotch over his pants. I could tell his cock was large and thick under my hand and it wasn’t even fully stiff yet.

“Come on, Grandpa.” I looked up through my eyelashes at him. “Don’t they say, you’re only as old as the girls you fuck?”

Without waiting for him to respond, I dropped to my knees and undid his belt. I pulled down his pants and briefs in a single motion, setting free his massive cock. My eyes grew wide. I had fucked boys from school before, but none of their cocks were nearly as nice as my grandfather’s. “Holy shit,” I muttered, taking it in my hand. It must have been ten inches, not fully hard yet, and thick enough that my petit hands couldn’t fit all the way around it. The tip of his cock was purple and bulbous, thicker than his shaft. His balls, equally big, hung loosely beneath his member. I started stroking it, long and slow.

“Sophie,” my grandpa said softly as he placed a hand on the top of my head. “You’re my favorite granddaughter.”

I looked up, meeting his gaze as I licked the tip of his cock, swirling my tongue around his purple head, and teasing out a bit of salty precum. With his fingers weaving their way through my hair, I started to suck on his cock. It was so large, the just the tip filled my mouth, and I struggled to even get my lips around his shaft.

But that didn’t stop me. I puckered my lips to create suction and worked the head, still swirling my tongue around it while my hand stroked the entire length of shaft. It felt warm in my mouth and heavy in my hands. Each time I felt him squeeze the top of my head I tried to go deeper but couldn’t get it down my throat.

Grandpa moaned gruffly. “I forgot how good this felt,” he growled. “I haven’t had a blowjob in at least a decade.”

I pulled my head back, releasing him with a pop. “You’re going to get a lot more than that tonight,” I said with a giggle, before spitting on his shaft to lubricate it and resuming my sucking. I took my other hand and stuck it between my legs to rub my soaked swollen clit. Every few moments, pleasure shuttered through my body. I continued like that for several minutes, torn between wanting to taste his cum and wanting to make sure he could still fuck me.

Eventually, I tore myself away, spit dripping down my chin and my fingers coated in my own juices. As soon as I stood up, he grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me tight to his body and kissed me, his tongue splitting my lips and exploring the inside of my mouth while his erection pressed hard into my stomach.

We kissed for a long time, only separating when we were both out of breath, causing me to stumble backwards. He looked at me with kind, loving eyes and wiped the spit from my chin and tucked a stand of hair behind my ear. It was tender and sweet. But that isn’t what I wanted. I wanted the stallion that fucked his way through university with his giant cock.

I climbed onto the leather sofa, sitting on the back with one leg on the armrest and the other on the cushions. I reached down with both hands and spread my pink pussy wide for him. “I got to taste you. Don’t you want to taste me?”

Grandpa moved quickly and was kneeling on the sofa with his head between my thighs in an instant. He closed his eyes and inhaled my scent before kissing the inside of my thigh. “Thank you, Sophie,” he muttered.

“Stop that,” I said, running my fingers through his hair and forcing him to look up at me. “Don’t thank me and don’t call me Sophie. Tonight, I’m your slut and you’re going to fuck me like you fucked Cherie Lawson.” Then I pushed his head to my soaked cunt, and he devoured me.

My body bucked as soon as his tongue touched my clit, and I had to hold onto his head to steady myself. He wrapped one arm around my waist and held me pressed against his face. His tongue moved expertly, flicking my clit before pushing into my depths, and back then back to my clit. Waves of pleasure shuttered my body and after only a few seconds I squeezed my legs against his head and screamed, “ughh… ahh…”

The sound echoed throughout the room as my first orgasm rocked through my body and I squirted on Grandpa’s face. But even as I writhed in pleasure, grinding my pussy into his face, he kept going, slurping up my juices while he ate me out.

My second orgasm came a couple minutes later when he inserted a finger inside me sucking hard on my clit. “Ohhh… God…. Ughhh…” I pinched my swollen nipple between my finger as I cried out. I came even more the second time, yet Grandpa lapped it up just the same.

I swayed uneasily on the top of the sofa, my head swimming with pleasure. At first, I thought I was falling off and I tried to grab the back to steady myself. But it was my grandpa pulling me down to the cushions where I landed on my back.

He ripped off his shirt while kneeling between my legs, his chest heaving and his mouth glistening with my cum. He had a wild, animalistic look in his eyes that made my pussy ache for him even more.

“It’s time for little slut to get properly fucked,” he growled, almost menacingly. He slid forward and slapped his cock onto my stomach, its tip well past my belly button. “You’re going to be a good slut and take it all.”

It wasn’t a question but rather a command. I bit my lip and shook my head. He smiled and said as he dragged his cock off my stomach, leaving a thin trail of precum behind, “That’s a good girl.”

He positioned himself at my entrance and I was already gasping for air before he entered. His tip spread my lips, and he slowly started pushing inside my wet swollen pussy. Even with all my natural lubricant it was a slow process.

“Ahhh… Ohhh…” I bit my lips hard and gripped the sides of the sofa as his cock stretched my pussy wide. My whole body shook as it attempted to adapt to his girth. It was painful and pleasurable. I wanted him to go slower and faster.

A few times he pulled all the way out and rubbing my pussy juices along his shaft for lubrication before plunging back in. When he pulled out for the third time, he looked at me and smiled. “You’re doing great, you’ve almost taken all of me.”

Hearing that bit of praise and knowing that I had almost taken all of him inside me turned me on even more. I grabbed the back of my knees and pulled my legs next to my ears, folding myself in half and lifting my hips off the sofa.

Grandpa lightly slapped my swollen clit, sending more waves of pleasure through my body. “That’s my little gymnast slut,” he said, before pushing back inside, quicker this time.

I was caught between wanting to moan loudly but not being able to make a sound at all. Then, I felt his pelvis pressed against me, my pussy fully stretched and wrapped tightly around his cock.

“Aaaahhh….” I screamed unrestrained, grinding my pussy into his pelvis. “Ohhh yes. Ohhhh Grandpa.” My legs shook in my hands each time he pulled back and I cried out in pleasure each time he thrusted inside me. Each time he slid in a little easier, there was a little less pain, and a little more pleasure. Each time he got a little faster and a little harder.

My body shook as he plowed me, his cock practically splitting me in two. His balls slapped against my ass with each thrust and the sound of wet squelches as he fucked harder and harder filled the room. Every time he bottomed out inside of me, I felt stretched and full. Every time he pulled out, I felt empty and craved his cock.

After several minutes, he leaned over top me, placing one hand on my chest and one on my stomach for support as picked up the pace and vigor of his fucking. With his weight almost entirely on top of me it felt like he was pounding me into the cushions. Although, it didn’t matter. My mind could only focus on the sensation of massive cock drilling into me, over and over again. My eyes rolled back in my head, welcoming each forceful thrust and the waves of pleasure that came with it. I already came once from him fucking me and I was on the verge of...