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Copyright   December 2000 by E. Z. Riter.

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Dear Reader, CAUTION.  Remember this is a wild MC tale with many
story codes starting with incest.  My thanks to Morgan for
editing and assistance.  E.Z.


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.


To be continued.

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