It was New Year’s Eve, 2018, and my family had gathered at my grandparents’ manor—a sprawling, creaky house that had stood for nearly a century, its bones full of history and secrets. The kind of place that whispered stories to you in the dead of night. This year, the place was alive with the sound of family: my parents, three siblings, six uncles, five aunts, and cousins so numerous I lost count after fifteen.
My grandfather, seventy-six and freshly recovered from open-heart surgery, had insisted we all come together. “Gotta see everyone in one place while I still can,” he’d said with a laugh, though the unspoken undertone clung to his words like the scent of old cigars that lingered in his study. I wondered if he feared this would be the last time he could host us here.
The manor was something out of a Gothic novel. Three stories tall, its ivy-covered stone walls loomed against the winter sky. Balconies wrapped around the upper floors, their wrought iron railings rusted and ornate. Inside, there were high ceilings with crown mouldings, chandeliers that dripped crystals like frozen tears, and dark wooden floors that creaked with every step. The halls were lined with faded portraits of ancestors whose stern eyes seemed to follow you. I hadn’t been here in eight years, not since I was ten, and now, at eighteen, it felt both familiar and foreign.
The party was concentrated in the east wing, where music from a crackling old record player and bursts of laughter filled the air. But I didn’t quite fit in. Too old to be shuffled off with the younger kids playing board games in the kitchen, yet too young to join the grown-up conversations about taxes and mortgages. My midnight-blue dress, shimmering with tiny sequins, hugged my figure, its daring neckline and thigh-high slit a small rebellion against the idea that I was still a child.
I slipped away from the noise, heels clicking softly on the wood as I ventured deeper into the house. The hallway leading to the main foyer was quiet, the kind of quiet that pressed against your ears. It was cold here, the draft sneaking through gaps in the old windows and brushing against my bare shoulders. I hugged myself, feeling the cool satin of my dress under my fingertips, and wandered up the grand staircase, my eyes tracing the ornate bannister as I climbed.
The second floor was darker, lit only by a few sconces flickering like candlelight. I passed closed doors, some familiar—guest rooms I’d stayed in as a kid—and some unfamiliar, their mysteries locked behind carved wooden panels. At the end of the hall, I found a set of double doors, their polished brass handles glinting in the dim light. They creaked open to reveal my grandfather’s study.
It wasn’t just a study—it was a sanctuary. Walls of bookshelves climbed to the ceiling, packed with dusty tomes that looked like they hadn’t been touched in decades. A heavy mahogany desk sat near a roaring fireplace, its glow casting flickering shadows on the leather armchairs and sofa arranged around a low table. The room smelled faintly of aged whiskey, wood polish, and smoke.
I stepped inside, my fingers trailing over the spines of books as I walked toward the fireplace. It wasn’t until I heard the low, familiar rumble of a voice that I realized I wasn’t alone.
“Didn’t expect anyone to wander up here,” Grandpa said, his voice rough but warm, like the crackle of the fire.
Startled, I turned to find him in one of the armchairs, a glass of whiskey resting in his hand. “Grandpa! I didn’t know you were here. You scared me.”
“Sorry about that, Katie,” he said, smiling faintly. “Didn’t mean to frighten you. I just needed a little quiet. Those parties can wear a man out.”
I moved closer, taking the chair opposite him. “Nobody’s noticed you’re gone?”
He shrugged, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “They’re having a good time. That’s all that matters.” His gaze drifted to the fire, his expression growing distant. “Sometimes I wonder if anyone would notice when I’m gone for good.”
The words hit me like a cold wind, and I felt a pang deep in my chest. “Don’t say that,” I said softly. “You’re here, and we’re lucky for that. Don’t let one surgery make you feel like you’re—” I stopped, searching for the right words. “Like you’re not still the heart of this family.”
Grandpa chuckled, low and quiet. “You’re a sweet kid, you know that? Always have been. But time catches up to all of us, no matter how much we fight it.” He leaned back, adjusting the blanket draped over his lap. “This house… this family. It’ll all keep going, long after I’m not around to sit by this fire.”
I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. “That doesn’t mean you’re not important now. We love you, Grandpa. I love you.”
His smile softened, and he reached out, his hand warm and rough as it rested on mine. “Your grandma used to say the same thing when I’d get in one of my moods. She was always the one to pull me out of my own head.”
“She’d tell you to get off your butt and join the party,” I said, grinning.
He laughed, a real, full laugh that filled the room. “She sure would. Probably give me hell for hiding up here.”
“I tell you what, we will stay up here for a bit, is there anything I can do what will cheer you up Grandpa,” I watched his face carefully as I asked, hoping to catch a flicker of amusement or interest. Grandpa tilted his head, his weathered features softening as he looked at me. The firelight danced in his eyes, and for a moment, he seemed to forget the weight of his earlier words.
“Well, Katie,” he began, leaning back in the chair and tapping his fingers lightly against his glass, “how about you tell me something instead? You’ve grown up so fast. I feel like I’ve missed half your life while I’ve been busy shuttling between doctor’s appointments and retirement trips. Tell me what you’ve been dreaming about lately. What’s on that sharp little mind of yours?”
I blinked, surprised. “Me? There’s nothing much to tell. Same old stuff, really.”
He raised a brow, a knowing look settling on his face. “Come on now. Don’t sell yourself short. You’ve always got something cooking in that head. What’s the big plan? College? A career? A boy?”
I laughed, though I could feel a blush creeping up my neck. “Okay, okay, you got me. College is the next big thing, but it’s terrifying. And no, no boys. Not that they’re not interested—it’s just that none of them feel… right, you know?”
Grandpa nodded, a wry smile tugging at his lips. “Smart girl. Don’t settle. You’ve got too much fire in you to waste it on some knucklehead who doesn’t see it. Your grandma used to say the same thing—told all the girls in the family to hold out for someone who made their heart race and their mind calm all at once. That’s how I knew I’d won her over. She stopped arguing with me, and I knew I’d become her calm.”
The way he said it, soft and reverent, made my chest ache. “You two were something special, weren’t you?”
“That we were.” He sighed, a mix of pride and longing in his voice. “She made me a better man just by being around. And that’s what I want for you, Katie. Not just someone who makes you smile for a day, but someone who makes you glad to wake up every morning, even when things aren’t easy.”
I swallowed hard, the lump in my throat making it difficult to respond. “Thanks, Grandpa. That means a lot.”
“I miss your Grandma, the things we did in this house… anyway you don’t need to hear that,” he said blushing.
“Do you miss you know, that…” I stopped myself as it wasn’t my business, I just saw sadness in his eyes.
Grandpa’s eyes flickered toward the fire, the faintest smile touching his lips. “Katie,” he began, his voice quieter now, almost wistful, “I miss everything about her. Not just the big things—the dances, the trips, the laughter—but the small moments, too. The way she’d hum while making tea, the way her hand felt in mine when no one else was looking.”
He paused, swirling his whiskey and staring into it as though it might hold some long-lost answer. “And yes, I miss… that. The closeness. Not just the physical part, though Lord knows that was special too, but the intimacy of knowing someone sees you, all of you, and loves you anyway.”
In the flickering candlelight, I stood before him, a trembling apparition of desire. My hands, once bound by the stifling constraints of innocence, now eagerly stripped away the garments of modesty. The dress tumbled to the floor, revealing the vulnerable expanse of my skin, like a confession etched upon my flesh.
As the cool air caressed my exposed form, I felt the weight of my gaze upon me. His eyes, those wise and weathered orbs that had witnessed the passage of time, now bore into the very soul of my being. They roamed my curves, drinking in the sight of my pert breasts, the slender line of my waist, and the lush juncture between my thighs.
“Grandpa,” I called out softly, my voice trembling with a mix of nerves and desire.
His whiskey glass clinked to the floor as he stumbled backwards, his eyes never leaving mine. I could see the shock, the disbelief, the flicker of uncertainty in his gaze. But beneath it all, I detected a glimmer of something else – curiosity, perhaps, or a hint of longing.
“Katie, what the hell are you doing?” he asked, his voice gruff with a combination of shock and arousal.
I took a step forward, my heart pounding in my chest. “I want to make a new memory with you,” I said, my voice low and sultry.
His large hands came up to cup my breasts, thumbs grazing over my nipples as they hardened beneath his touch. A shiver ran down my spine, and I let out a soft moan. This was it, the moment I’d been imagining for weeks.
“That feels amazing,” I breathed, arching into his touch. “But I need more.”
With trembling fingers, I guided his hand down my stomach, to the juncture between my thighs. My sex was already slick with desire, and I could feel the heat emanating from within.
“Look how wet you’re making me, Grandpa,” I whispered, as his fingers parted my folds, finding my clit.
I gasped as he began to rub the sensitive nub, his touch firm and expert. The pleasure was intense, sending waves of heat through my body. I’d never felt so alive, so desperate for more.
But even as the sensations consumed me, I knew I couldn’t stop now. Not when I could see the hunger in his eyes, the way his cock strained against his pants.
“Please, Grandpa,” I begged, “don’t stop. I need you.”
With a groan, he stepped back, his hands leaving my body. I felt a pang of loss, but it was quickly replaced by a surge of determination. I wasn’t about to let him leave me like this.
In a flash, I was on my knees, my hands fumbling with his belt. I freed his massive cock, my eyes widening at the sight. It was unlike anything I’d ever seen before – thick, veiny, and perfectly proportioned to the rest of him.
“Holy fuck,” I breathed, wrapping my hand around the base. “I’ve never seen a cock this big.”
He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound. “You might be surprised at what your family can pack down there, Katie.”
I winked up at him, my hand still stroking his length. “That’s what makes it so exciting, doesn’t it?”
Without waiting for a response, I leaned forward and took the tip into my mouth. His flavour was intoxicating – a mix of salt, desperation, and raw masculinity. I moaned around his cock, loving the way he twitched and throbbed against my tongue.
“Katie,” he groaned, his fingers tangling in my hair. “You’re something else.”
I pulled back, letting his cock slip from my lips with a pop. “Something else good, I hope,” I said with a grin, before diving back in, determined to taste every inch of him.
As I suckled and stroked, Grandpa’s hands roamed over my body, leaving trails of heat in their wake. I could feel his desire mounting, see the way his hips began to thrust forward, seeking more of my mouth, more of my touch.
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 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 wiped the spit from my chin and tucked a strand 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, Katie,” 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 Katie. 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 of minutes later when he inserted a finger inside me sucking hard on my clit. “Ohhh… God…. Ughhh…” I pinched my swollen nipple between my fingers 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 out and rubbed 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 and 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. “Oh 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 ploughed 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 to me, placing one hand on my chest and one on my stomach for support as picked up the pace and vigour 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 a 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 cumming for the second time when I felt his pace slow and saw his face contort.
He pulled entirely out of me, just as my whole body shuttered and I squirted all over the sofa. He flopped his cock onto my stomach and shot his load onto my chest and face. Thick, hot ropes of cum covered and warmed my body. I stuck my fingers in my cunt before he was even done because my body felt empty without his cock inside me.
“Ahh… Ahh..” I moaned softly, mirroring his rougher grunts, as my mind and body recovered. My grandfather sank into the leather sofa, sticky from our juices, as I played with the come on my body. I gathered it off my stomach and chest, then sucked the salty come from my fingers.
“That was fantastic Grandpa,” I murmured, still struggling to recover my breath. When I propped myself up and gazed at him, he appeared younger, stronger, and even sexier than before.
He turned and gave me a wicked smile. “Are you still my slut?” he inquired.
“Uh-hu.” I nodded, wondering what more he may want to do.
He got up, walked to the end of the couch where my head was, and stood over me. His cock dangled seductively just above my head. “I’m going to teach you how to get a guy ready for round two,” he told me.
He pulled me up so that my shoulders rested on the armrest and my head hung just over the edge. He lifted his cock and ran his balls across my face, one of which ended up in my mouth. The fragrance was sweaty and musky, and it drove me crazy. I enthusiastically licked on his balls as he stroked his cock and gave me instructions on what to do.
“You’re gonna leave your head hanging backwards, open your mouth, and relax your throat.” His voice was rough, but soothing. “I’ll do all the work, so just keep your mouth and throat loose.” You should be able to take more from this viewpoint. Give me a tap if I need to pull out.”
“Mm’hm,” I muttered with the ball still in my mouth, eager at the prospect of having more of him in my mouth.
I braced myself, mouth open, throat relaxed. My fingers were still as deep in my pussy as they could go (I never removed them). I was fully prepared. I gave my granddad a nod and slipped his cock inside my mouth.
Initially, everything was as it had been. His enormous, bulbous head flooded my lips, and I couldn’t take it much longer. Then he started swaying his hips, and I felt the tip abruptly touch my throat, causing me to gag.
He departed quickly, but I was not about to disappoint him. Without saying anything, I grabbed his cock and returned it to my lips, ready for it. He began twisting his hips over and over, and the tip struck my throat. I gagged slightly, but this time I reached around the back of his thighs and stopped him from pulling out. I was Grandpa’s slut, and I could take it.
He drove forward, and with a pop and a gag, he went through my throat barrier. “Gwahh… Gluck…” My throat stretched and burned as his bulbous head pushed down my throat.
He withdrew so I could recover my breath before we tried again. “Mmmpf… Guh… Gluck… Gluck… Gluck…” His cock slipped easier down my throat this time. It burned less and felt better. Grandpa began fucking my face slowly, gradually increasing his speed as he went, just like he had done with my pussy.
I fingered my pussy and aggressively massaged my clit as he penetrated my face. I never tapped out because he instinctively understood when to let me breathe. After a few moments, my throat desired his cock as much as my cunt did.
I loved it everything. The saliva and cum streaming down my cheeks, the tears in my eyes, his balls smacking against me, and even the gagging got me on. Which made it all the more intense when he reached down and wrapped his fingers around my throat while fucking my face. It wasn’t too tight; just enough to pinch me and feel his cock press deeper into my throat.
As his cock hardened, it became more difficult for me to swallow it, but I tried my hardest regardless. However, that didn’t last long because my grandfather grabbed me and spun me around the sofa, bending me over the armrest so hard that my feet were off the ground and my ass was up in the air.
He grunted as he drove his cock into my pussy, bottoming out on the first plunge. I moaned loudly, ecstatic that his cock was inside me again. He hooked one hand around my throat while pulling on my braid with the other.
There was no buildup, nor did it start slowly. Grandpa fucked me with his enormous cock hard. He worked harder than he had previously. With each thrust, I pushed forward and banged into the sofa, pushing it farther and further away from me until I had to rely on my fingertips to keep myself upright.
His enormous cock felt like it was slicing me in half in the finest possible way. It wasn’t long before I felt another orgasm rush through my body. As I shuddered and squirmed, I lost control of the sofa and both of us fell to the floor.
But it was as if Grandpa hadn’t noticed. He just kept fucking me, ramming his cock within me while I moaned, and each hard thrust melted my mind, testing the limits of what my pussy could endure.
He continued to penetrate me until I was lying on the floor, my face and tits crushed against the rug. I attempted to push my ass back up, but his thrusts were too powerful and pushed my hips back into the floor. For a few minutes, he never slowed or eased up.
My mind was buried in a realm of pleasure I’d never experienced before. I scarcely noticed when his tempo slowed and I realised he was ready to cum.
“Cum inside me, Grandpa. Please!” I pleaded.
With a moan and a final hard pump, I felt his sperm fill my pussy till it spilt out of me. I remained motionless, with Grandpa’s cock still inside me, softening. When he finally pulled out, I didn’t feel as empty as I had before, and I knew it was because his seed was inside me.
For a while, we lay motionless, enjoying the afterglow of our hard fuck session. While we were still recovering, I chirped from the opposite side of the room, informing us that it was midnight.
“Happy New Year, Grandpa.”
“Happy New Year, Granddaughter.”