14 comments/ 102515 views/ 46 favorites A Granddaughter's Duty Ch. 01 By: Corpse_rider The warmth from the strong morning sunshine seeped pleasantly through the thin cotton t-shirt Shelly wore as she walked up the path to her grandfather's house. The bag of groceries felt heavier after the ten minute walk and she shifted them to her other hand to ease the weight. She was relieved to put them down while she reached into the pocket of her cut-off jeans to retrieve the front door key. She turned the key and the door swung open allowing sunlight to flood the hallway. Shelly retrieved the bags and went in closing the door softly behind her. It was still early and her grandfather might still be in bed. She went through to the kitchen placing the shopping on the table. She clicked on the small radio on the windowsill taking care to lower the volume. Bon Jovi's 'Livin' on a prayer' filtered through the air and Shelly sang along to the words, her hips swaying as she emptied the grocery bag replenishing the cupboard and fridge. As she closed the fridge door she gave an involuntary cry and almost jumped, hand on her heart as she saw her grandfather in the kitchen doorway. 'Grandpa,' she laughed, 'you gave me a fright.' 'This is my house, Shelly, shouldn't it be the other way around,' he quipped. He was wearing the navy blue dressing gown Shelly had bought him last Christmas and his hair was wet and he held a towel in one hand. Shelly rolled her eyes, 'I thought you might still be in bed, I didn't want to wake you.' 'Well, I'm awake, just out of the shower, I was on the computer. Thought I heard you come in,' he smiled. Shelly's grandfather was a big man, his large frame further added to by the swell of his big belly. He had strong features and despite his age and thinning white hair, his light blue eyes held an intense vitality that sparkled with life. Shelly could see what had attracted her grandmother to him, and was sure he was quite a ladies-man in his youth. 'Would you like me to make breakfast?' Shelly offered. 'No thanks, I had something earlier. I should get dressed,' he said tugging the lapel of his dressing gown. Obvious though it was, Shelly realised he had nothing on beneath his dressing gown and for a split second found herself wondering what her grandfather looked like naked, the thought was both startling and strongly tantalising. While her grandfather went off upstairs, Shelly made herself a cup of tea and went into the living the room. The blinds were closed and Shelly opened them to let in the morning sunshine, opening a window slightly to let fresh air into the musty living room. Her eyes alighted on a framed photograph of her grandparents taken only a few years ago, both of them arms around each other, broad smiles. A happier time. It was hard to believe just a year later her grandmother was taken by cancer. Even now, with the house just the way it was when she was there, Shelly half expected to hear her grandmother's voice, to see her walk into the room and hug her. Shelly sighed and tried to push away the sadness that tugged at her heart. She looked around the room noting the houseplants needed watering. She made a mental note to do it before she left. She noticed the computer seemed to be off, and was puzzled as her grandfather said he'd just been on it. She went closer and hearing the hum of the hard drive realised it was only the monitor that was turned off. In a moment of mischievous curiosity she flicked on the monitor to see what her grandfather had been doing on the computer. Disappointingly the desktop screen lit up, but then Shelly noticed several website pages were minimised at the bottom of the screen. She clicked on one expanding it to the full screen size and gasped at its content. Eyes wide and mouth open she took an automatic step back from the screen: pornography. Her grandfather was looking at porn. Shelly couldn't believe it. The images on the website showed a middle-aged man with a much younger woman, taking her from behind, feeding her his hard cock, rough weathered hands on the woman's firm white breasts. Shocked, but also slightly titillated by the strong images, Shelly flicked off the screen and took a step away from the monitor as she heard her grandfather's footsteps on the stairs. 'So,' her grandfather smiled as he came in, now changed into a sleeveless shirt and shorts. 'How're things at college?' 'Not bad, I've just handed in an assignment so I can let my hair down for a couple of weeks,' Shelly replied perching on the arm of the settee, the images of sex she'd just seen still imprinted on her mind. 'And what about that fellah you were seeing, Marty, wasn't it? That going well?' 'Marty, grandpa? That was months ago, I've been seeing a guy called James for the last month, he's kinda cute, but y'know I'll see how things go, it's early days.' 'I can't keep up with all your boyfriends, seems like every time I see you it's a different one,' Shelly's grandfather said, rubbing his shoulder and the back of his neck. 'I'm not that bad, grandpa, though I'd admit I've had a few different boyfriends this past year. You okay grandpa?' Shelly asked as he winced, his hand still rubbing the back of his neck and his shoulder. 'Just some aches, I'll be okay, just plays up in the morning is all.' 'Here, sit down, let me give you a rub.' 'No it's okay, Shelly, really,' he protested. 'Nonsense, I insist.' Shelly said. Knowing how persistent his granddaughter could be he relented and sat down on the sofa turning to one side to let his granddaughter sit behind him. Almost immediately he felt the touch of her soft hands on his broad shoulders. She traced her fingers from his shoulders to his upper spine and around his neck muscles applying gentle pressure as she did so. He let out a sigh of pleasure at the relief her hands gave his taut muscles. 'You really feel tense here grandpa,' Shelly said sympathetically as she used the palms of her hands to knead the muscles in his upper back. 'That's not hurting is it?' Shelly asked, concerned as he moaned and flinched one shoulder. 'No, no, it's really good. Don't stop. It really helps.' 'Wait a second I've something in my bag that will help.' Shelly said and he waited as she rummaged in her handbag for something. 'Listen, Shelly darling, that's really helped, there's no need to go to any trouble,' he said. 'It's okay I've got it. I'll need you to take off your shirt.' 'Shelly . . .' 'It's okay, gramps, it's just some moisturising cream, it'll really help, trust me.' 'Okay, just for a few minutes,' he said, unbuttoning his shirt. Shelly helped him tug it off and he gave a slight shudder as he felt the cool air on his bare back. Then he heard a liquid slapping sound as his granddaughter lathered the cream on to her hands. 'Sorry if this feels a bit cold,' Shelly apologized, and before he could respond, he felt her cool soft hands on his shoulders as she applied the oily cream over his broad back. He gasped, not at the initial coolness of her cream smeared hands, but at the extraordinary pleasure that almost overwhelmed his senses. How long had it been since someone had touched him in this way? The sensation of his granddaughter's soft young hands on his tough weary back was heavenly. He sighed in pleasure as Shelly worked her magical hands over his neck and shoulders then down over his mid and lower back, stopping intermittingly to lather more cream on her hands turning his back into an oily morass of delightful ecstasy. 'I can feel your muscles really starting to work loose,' Shelly said, as she worked his back methodically, her fingers and palms pressing, kneading and caressing his whole back. 'You like it?' 'It's . . . it's exquisite, you're an angel, Shelly, you really are.' 'There's eh, something I could do, you'll really love it but you have to trust me, grandpa, okay?' 'What do you mean? I'm not sure I follow,' he said, trying to focus his thoughts through the waves of pleasure her hands were bestowing on him. 'Something I do when I massage my boyfriends, they really like it.' 'Okay, I suppose we could try it, whatever it is,' Shelly's grandfather said wondering how anything she could do could give more pleasure than he was already receiving. Her hands left his back and he felt momentarily dejected at the cessation of pleasure. He thought he heard a brief swish of material then again the now familiar and eagerly anticipating sound of cream being lathered on his granddaughter's hands, though this time it seemed to take a little longer and the sound was slightly different. Curious he tried to crane his neck around to look at Shelly, but she stopped him short. 'No looking, grandpa.' 'What are you doing . . .?' he began. Her touch answered the question. Her hands resumed their massage of his shoulders, but then astonishingly he felt more soft, warm, flesh massage his back simultaneously and lower down. For a moment confusion reigned then through the delightful sensation his granddaughter was giving him he worked out what she was doing. 'Shelly!' he protested, but even to himself the reprimand sounded weak and lacking any conviction. 'Just count to twenty, grandpa, and if you don't like it I'll stop,' she said, continuing the delightful back massage. 'It's not that, Shelly, darling, it's just . . .'he trailed off such was the pleasure of her skin and body on his back. 'Do you like it?' Shelly asked sensing she had easily won the battle of wills as she pressed her cream smeared bare breasts over her grandfather's back while her hands kneaded and massaged his shoulders and neck. 'I . . . I love it. It's . . .it's indescribable,' he gasped. They both fell silent the only sounds the soft squelch of cream-coated flesh on flesh as Shelly worked his back with her breasts and hands, and the soft murmurs of pleasure from her grandfather. She paused only to add more cream to her hands and her large breasts so her skin glided over her grandfather's back with oily ease. Gradually, in need of a rest, Shelly, slowed her gyrating motions and lay pressed against her grandfather, her arms reaching around his barrel like chest, her small hands on the upper swell of his huge belly. They sat in silence for a moment relaxed and enjoying the moment of each other's intimate company. Shelly planted a delicate kiss on the back of his neck. 'Would you like me to rub your front grandpa?' she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She listened to his shallow breathing as he contemplated his answer, and Shelly sensed his inner struggle between what he wanted and what he thought was right. 'We don't have to, grandpa, I just thought . . .' she trailed off taking his silence for disapproval. 'Oh god, grandpa, I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable,' she pulled away from him, reaching for her T-shirt. His voice stopped her. 'No, Shelly, it's okay. What you did was wonderful, I suppose I would like you to rub my front too . . . it's just . . . I . . .' Shelly suddenly realised the cause of his reluctance. 'Grandpa have you got a . . . you know . . .a stiffie?' He sighed, awkwardly. 'That's okay, grandpa, my boyfriends always got a hard on when I gave them a special back rub.' 'You sure you don't mind, I mean . . .' he continued hesitantly half turning toward her. Shelly moved off the sofa so she could face him properly, her t-shirt clutched over her bare breasts, partially covering them. She caught his eyes as he took her in. 'I can put my t-shirt back on . . .'she offered. 'No, it's fine,' he said gently. His hand went to her arm. 'It's fine.' Shelly allowed him to remove her arm protectively covering her breasts. She lowered her hand so she stood topless before him, her breasts shiny with the moisturising cream, her pink nipples perk and aroused from their work caressing his back. 'Do you think me a slut,' she breathed as his eyes took in her body. 'No,' he said sharply. 'Never. You are . . .' his voice softened, his eyes appraising her breasts and body. 'You are a most beautiful young woman.' His hands, seemingly of their own accord reached up to cup her breasts but stopped short as though he were afraid that touch would render her a mirage somehow break the spell they were in. Shelly smiled feeling a surge of love for her grandfather. She took his hands in her own, young hands guiding old, and placed them over her breasts, pressed down on the back of his hands guiding her grandfather's touch as wrinkled old skin caressed young firm skin. 'Lie on your back, grandpa,' she urged. Spellbound, he could only obey. He lay on the sofa his eyes on hers as she stood over him, took more cream and lathered her hands. She laid her hands on his chest, her thin fingers lost in the white jungle of hair on his broad chest. Her hands rubbed his chest then moved down to the swell of his vast belly, her hands and fingers making furrows in the soft belly flesh as she rubbed and massaged. Shelly could see the bulge in his shorts and she eased them down and removed them so her grandfather was naked but for his cotton underpants. She took a teasing finger and traced the length of his erection from tip to scrotum, eliciting a deep sigh from him. Her grandfather reached down a hand to her face and she took it, kissing his fingers, the palm of his hand, letting him caress her soft cheek. Shelly delicately hooked her fingers under the elastic band of his underpants and lifted them up and over his hard cock freeing it from its flimsy restraint. He lifted his hips slightly, so she could tug them down. With ease they came off to be discarded on the floor on top of Shelly's t-shirt. Shelly, took in the sight of her grandfather's cock, much bigger and thicker than she could have imagined. Somehow the cliché of a shrivelled flaccid penis sprang to mind if one thought of an old man's cock, but this was proud and firm, strong and virile. At the base of his cock was a sea of white pubic hair, something Shelly had never seen. Curious she stroked the soft white forest with her fingertips. She leant over his cock, her face inches away, blowing gently on it, knowing the pleasure the sensation of her breath would be on the thin sensitive stretched skin of the penis. Shelly licked her lips, ready for the first wet kiss on the tip of the straining cock before her, when her grandfather's stern voice stopped her. 'Shelly, no! This is wrong. It's very wrong. We must stop this now!' As he spoke he sat up forcefully, swung his legs around to get up. Shelly surprised at the suddenness of his reaction, stumbled backwards to fall in a heap on the floor. He stood over her looking down, her face a confusion of hurt, guilt and embarrassment. He looked down at her, his cock still erect and full. Neither of them moved or spoke for long seconds, then Shelly cast her eyes down and gathered herself, awkwardly standing, one arm protectively across her big bare breasts. Shelly stooped and picked up her T-shirt, she made to leave the room, to dress in privacy, when her grandfather's firm grip on her arm stopped her dead. Shelly, her vision blurred with tears looked into her grandfather's eyes, full of compassion and regret. Neither spoke but her grandfather pulled her gently closer to him, until their bodies almost touched. He released his grip on her and as a single tear trickled down her cheek, he stopped it with a finger. Shelly took his hand in hers and guided the tip of his finger to her lips, tasting the saltiness of her own tear. Her grandfather cupped her cheeks in his hands and bent to her as she tilted her face to meet his lips. Contact. Their lips touched, Shelly's tongue probing gently, hesitantly, meeting her grandfather's own. She felt his hand move to the back of her head, pulling her closer, their mouth's pressed tightly as their kiss grew in intensity. Shelly's arms embraced her grandfather pressing her petite body to his, hungry now for consummation of this forbidden love, her secret fantasy come reality. An eternity seemed to pass before they broke the kiss, and each looked into the others eyes, granddaughter and grandfather, disbelief and excitement at crossing an incestuous threshold. Holding his gaze, Shelly slowly knelt planting soft wet kisses on his broad chest and large belly as she lowered herself, soon drawing level to his engorged hard cock. Shelly's grandfather gasped as she stroked the underside of his shaft with her slender soft fingers. She traced a path from his scrotum to the head of his penis that already glistened with pre come. The tip of her finger slid across the warm slimy surface and Shelly was delighted to see his cock twitch from the sensation she bestowed on it. She stroked the shaft with back of her knuckles she caressed his taught balls that were surrounded by a forest of snow white pubic hair. Her grandfather's breathing was laboured as Shelly drew her face closer to his erection. Eye contact was broken now, for Shelly was beneath the curve of his vast belly. She pressed her face to his genitals, her cheek rubbing against his heavy balls and the shaft of his cock, the sensation of his soft white pubic hair pleasurable on her skin. Shelly felt her grandfather's hands on her head, his fingers stoking her hair affectionately. She nuzzled his cock with her face and breathed in deeply the scent of body cream, the faint odour of soap from his shower and the tangy smell of his pre come that mingling together to create a wonderfully arousing sensation. Shelly kissed his balls lovingly before using her tongue to moisten them paying each equal attention and savouring her grandfather's whimpers of pleasure with each slow long lick. A globule of come dripped treacle-like from her grandfather's cock on to her cheek. Her grandfather's balls now shiny with her saliva, Shelly began to pay attention to the shaft of his cock, with catlike lapping over the ancient potent organ. She cupped his balls gently in one hand kneading them as she slid her tongue up his shaft, her own arousal growing as she felt her grandfather's hands press her head more firmly as she lavished lust filled treatment on his cock. The head of his straining cock was a dark purple, the foreskin right back exposing the whole swollen helmet. Shelly planted a loving wet kiss, tasting salty pre come on her lips and tip of her tongue. Shelly felt her forehead press against her grandfather's great belly as she positioned herself to fellate him. She lowered her head over his straining cock, taking him fully in her mouth, increasing the angle of her head so she engulfed as much of his hot pulsing member in the soft wet pit of her mouth. The groove of her tongue pressed against his long shaft, the head of his cock buried deliciously in the entrance to her throat. 'Oh Shelly . . .' her grandfather breathed. Shelly began to bob her head slowly up and down the length of his cock, swallowing as deeply as she could, feeling herself grow wetter with arousal as the warm flow of his pre come coated the inside of her young throat. She gradually increased the speed of her motion, her grandfather's hands now holding either side of her head, both supporting and encouraging her actions, his hips thrusting forward to meet the downward motion of her head, his cock driving deeply down her throat. 'Shelly darling, I can't hold back . . .I'm coming, I'm coming . . .' Shelly took him as deeply as she dared feeling the head of his cock press on her tonsils and uvula, and was rewarded by a soft explosion as her grandfather ejaculated. Warm come pumped into her eager mouth, and she gulped the thick salty liquid hungrily, tasting the life giving discharge that had once helped create her mother and so play its part in bringing about her own existence. When his spasms subsided Shelly released his cock from her mouth and holding it in her hand as though it was some delicate treasure licked the head clean, and gave it a gentle kiss. Her grandfather's breathing was heavy from the exertion of his orgasm. Shelly rose, planting small kisses on his big belly and chest as did so. She looked up into her grandfather's eyes, fearful that he might feel shame or anger now that lust had been assuaged. Instead she met eyes filled with love and affection. A Granddaughter's Duty Ch. 01 'I love you, Shelly,' her grandfather breathed, a warm smile on his flushed face. Shelly hugged him tightly. 'I love you too, grandpa.' 'Shall we go upstairs to bed?' he smiled, offering his hand. Shelly took it, and let him lead her upstairs her hand enveloped in his. It felt natural and comforting the way it had when she was small, but this time the frisson of sexual arousal gave a tingle of excitement Shelly had not felt in a long time. Her grandfather's bedroom seemed different somehow to her, the portrait of her grandmother when she was a young woman, the family photographs, faded books on the bookshelf, the dresser were all as they had been, but it was as though she was seeing everything with new eyes. Then it hit her, before she had viewed the room as his granddaughter, now she viewed it as his lover. Everything seemed new. Standing at the foot of the bed, he turned to her. They kissed tenderly as they had downstairs, Shelly's hand strayed from white hair covered chest over his large stomach, and underneath, her fingers curling around his cock that even now was stiffening with anticipation. They broke off the kiss and Shelly's grandfather sat back on the bed, Shelly following, one hand still holding his engorged cock, the other undoing the button and zip on her cut-off levis. She tugged off the garment along with her panties so she was completely naked before her grandfather. 'Fuck me please, grandpa,' she said, desperate to have him inside her. Shelly positioned herself so she sat facing him, her legs stretched out either side of his barrel-like chest and stomach. With strong hands he cupped her bottom lifting her on to him so she effected a straddling position. She curled her legs around his broad sides as her hips slid to nestle on top of his. Shelly was sopping wet below, and her grandfather's cock slid inside her with astonishing ease. Shelly gasped as his thick potent cock filled her, her mouth making a small O, her eyes wide with sudden pleasure. Granddaughter and grandfather, lovers, sighed at the wonderful sensation at the fulfilment of their forbidden lust. It should have felt so wrong but it instead to them both it felt completely and wonderfully right. Long delightful seconds passed, as they both enjoyed the sensation of carnal penetration. Shelly pressed her hips down so more of his shaft filled her aching passage, then began to thrust her hips slowly back and forth shivering with delight as his cock sank in and out of her tight wet pussy. His hands on her buttocks helped support her motion pressing her hard against him so his cock could invade her willing body even more deeply. His strong hands moved up to her back and he pressed her to his huge frame. For Shelly it was as though she was melting into him, as his flab crushed against her smaller body. Shelly pressed her face into his shoulder as he thrust into her matching her own rhythmic pushing of her hips. 'Grandpa, oh, grandpa. Oh god, you're so good. You're so good to me.' Shelly felt small, helpless and completely in her grandfather's thrall, she was a willing ragdoll for him to sate his lust on and in turn sate hers. Shelly's cheeks were flush as she bucked her grandfather more forcefully, her fire growing greater than his. She leant forward, pushing him back, wanting to take control, wanting to be a slave to his needs, wanting to do the hard work and for him to lie back and receive the gift of his granddaughter's love. She wanted to be a dutiful granddaughter returning the love he had always shown her. Her grandfather obliged giving control over to her he lay back on the bed his belly jiggling as she rode him, his cock embedded deeply inside her. Shelly's hips moved faster, grinding against him, making small circular motions so stimulate more of her pussy. She tossed her head back, flicking her thick mane of hair, arched her back, gasping in pleasure as she felt the building of her orgasm. She felt his hands cup her big firm young breasts, his gnarled fingers kneading and moulding her flesh, squeezing her nipples delightfully between his strong fingers. 'Grandpa, Oh, god, grandpa,' she panted, gazing into his affectionate eyes. Her lithe body was sheeted with sweat, her long thick hair lank, her lips red and full, her eyes hazy with delirious ecstasy. 'Good girl, Shelly, oh my best good girl, that's it. Come for me child, come for me,' he urged, feeling his second orgasm beginning to build. He had filled her wonderful mouth with his come, coated her throat with love liquid, now he wanted to fill her with his seed, for his come to mingle with hers. Shelly was so like her grandmother when she was that age. With life worn hands wrinkled with age he squeezed his granddaughter's young firm breasts together, pinching her nipples hard between finger and thumb, Shelly's grandmother had loved this when they made love and she was close to orgasm, and he was delighted to see Shelly respond in just the same manner. 'Grandpa,' Shelly cried, sucking in gouts of air, as she approached the crest of her orgasm. 'Come, for me Shelly, come for your grandfather,' he commanded crushing her reddened nipples harder. 'I'm coming, grandfather . . .' Shelly cried, plunging her hands into the soft rolling flesh of her grandfather's belly. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, her eyes bulging wide as the orgasm took her. Her stomach contracted, toes curled tightly, muscles taut as the pleasure engulfed her mind. Her pussy grew tight as her come flooded over and around her grandfather's deeply embedded cock. 'Shelly,' her grandfather gasped, for his own orgasm following hers almost immediately, his come pumping into his granddaughter's fertile body, mingling with her own fluids, the incestuous concoction overflowing and tricking over his balls to create a wet patch on the bed sheet. Shelly, collapsed on top of him, and they both lay quietly, recovering from the exertion of their lovemaking. Feeling the sensation of their heart beats slow to a normal rate. He remained inside her, but growing limp and eventually sliding out of her. Shelly felt her grandfather's loving hands caress her back, his fingertips trailing over the landscape of her back. 'Could I come back tonight, grandpa, I want to do this again,' Shelly whispered. She felt him sigh beneath her. 'I'd love that more than anything,' he said after a pause. 'But?' 'Well, it's just I'm having a couple of friends over. It's our poker night. My turn to host.' Shelly sighed in disappointment. She felt his hands move to her hair, stroking it, as though consoling her. 'Maybe . . .' Shelly ventured hesitantly. 'Maybe I could be there too.' 'What for, you don't play poker, Shelly.' 'No, but there are some other games I can play.' 'Games?' Shelly lifted her head so she could stare into his kindly eyes. 'Grandpa, did you and grandma ever play any sex games?' 'Why do you ask?' 'It's just there are things I like to do, and have done to me, and fantasies I have. You'd probably think they're pretty twisted and weird.' 'Don't be too hasty to judge me, Shelly. What are these things, these fantasies you have?' he asked, his curiosity roused. Shelly gave a mischievous smile and told him, and as he listened he smiled too, and his smile grew wider and wider, and for the third time since Shelly arrived that morning, he began to get another, very full erection. A Granddaughter's Duty Ch. 02 It was dusk when Ray heard the doorbell ring and he flicked on the hall lights for the daylight was gradually fading. 'Coming Goddammit,' he yelled as the doorbell rang a second time. He swung open the door scowling at his two friends Lawrence and Hugh who grinned amiably back at him. 'Didn't you see me switch on the hall light?' 'Didn't you hear the bell?' Lawrence quipped. 'I suppose you both better come in,' Ray said gruffly. Grinning at Ray's truculent welcome his two friends bustled inside following Ray into his living room. The poker table was ready and occupied the centre of the room, three chairs placed around it, glasses and a deck of cards on the table. Lawrence, like Ray, was a big man, years of good living had made their mark and his girth if anything exceeded Ray's. Time though had been kinder on top as he retained his thick head of hair, though it was now completely silver, its lustrous chestnut brown long consigned to the past. Hugh, was the polar opposite in looks to his two friends, his frame was lean, his skin tanned and bronzed. He was completely bald and wore round wire frame glasses that gave him an impression a hawkish college lecturer. Lawrence and Hugh, pulled up their chairs sitting down at the poker table. To their amusement Ray sat down too. Lawrence raised an eyebrow in mock disapproval. 'Aren't you going to offer us a drink, Ray?' 'He's broke after last time, when we cleaned him out,' Hugh laughed. 'Maybe tonight we should let win a few hands then, next time we come he'll be able to buy some drinks.' Lawrence pursed his lips. 'That it Ray? You too poor to buy your pals a drink? Maybe we should play with matchsticks instead of money tonight, what do you say?' Ray, failing to suppress a smile at his friends joshing, gave a small shake of the heads. 'Boys, I didn't offer you a drink, because unlike you two cheapskates I have employed a young lady to act as waitress tonight.' Lawrence gave a grunt of disbelief, folding his thick arms for effect. Hugh looked around the room in an exaggerated manner, a broad grin on his face. 'And where is this ravishing maid servant, she's not invisible is she?' 'Or make pretend, Ray,' Hugh chimed in. 'That's it, you finally lost your marbles. I knew you'd be the first to go gaga of the three of us.' Ray, in response to their sceptical remarks reached into his trouser pocket and produced a small silver bell, that he placed carefully on the green felt of the poker table as though like a magician he had produced some wondrous feat. His friends' eyes alighted on the small bell. 'What's that for?' Hugh asked. 'This, you two uncultured Bolsheviks is what civilised gentry folk like myself use to call for service.' 'Let's see if it works,' Lawrence scoffed, lifting the bell and giving it a ring. A soft female voice from the doorway drew Lawrence and Hugh's attention. 'Gentlemen, may I offer you a drink?' Ray grinned, savouring his friends' surprised expressions, for there stood his granddaughter, Shelly, holding a tray with three chilled bottles of beer on it. She still wore her blue denim cut offs, with a loose fitting low cut t-shirt that clung to her ample bra free breasts. Her feet were bare after her grandfather had told her he found young ladies going barefoot turned him on. Shelly, smiling with anticipation at the evening ahead, placed the tray on the table not taking too much care to conceal her cleavage as she bent to serve the beers. 'Young Shelly isn't it?' Lawrence said, pleased he had recognised her and now understanding how his friend had procured such a sexy young helper. 'That's right,' Shelly said. 'I used to see you sometimes when I came over with my mum and dad.' Lawrence shook his head, 'You've certainly grown since I last saw you.' 'And not just upwards,' Shelly teased, noticing his appreciable glance at her prominent breasts. 'Quite a firecracker ain't she?' Hugh observed. 'She's that all right,' Ray agreed with a smile. 'Now boys, shall we get down to business? Shelly dear, would you be so kind as to cut and deal the cards.' 'Yes, grandpa' Shelly said obediently. She took the deck, expertly shuffling it then offered the deck for both Lawrence and Hugh to cut. 'Five card straight?' 'That's right, darling,' Ray confirmed, pleased she'd taken on board what he'd taught her earlier, even if she kept distracting them both with her sexual proclivity. Shelly dealt three hands, while each of the players produced from their pockets their respective stakes for the evening. Each player had a small pile of coins and notes, though Ray attracted the curious attention of his two friends for along with his money he placed a number of small folded pieces of white paper. 'What're those?' Lawrence asked gruffly. 'IOUs?' he gave Hugh a sardonic grin. 'These?' Ray smiled, 'These are part of my stake. If I have a good hand I put one of these instead of cash. You win the hand you get some attention from young Shelly here.' 'You mean she tops up our drinks?' Lawrence said sceptically. 'That and perhaps something else, maybe a dance for you, maybe a shoulder rub or something else. Depends on how high the bidding goes,' Ray answered mischievously, relishing the expressions on his friend's faces. 'She gonna do all this after we cash up after?' Hugh asked, clearly warming to the notion. 'No, you have to cash in those notes as soon as you win the hand, that's the deal.' Lawrence, sat back and rubbed the back of his neck in contemplation. He looked across at Hugh. 'Well, Hugh what do you think?' 'Well, I suppose, if I mean, if young Shelly's okay with it.' 'It was Shelly's idea, if that answers your question,' Ray grinned, pleased at their reaction. 'Well, in that case let's get a game going,' Lawrence said lifting his cards. The first few hands were uneventful, with not much to show than the odd pair. Small change accumulated on the table, but no decent bids meant the small pile of notes containing Shelly's treats remained with Ray. As well as acting as dealer, Shelly dutifully topped up their drinks, and stood to the side of Ray in the manner of an obedient servant. The players, settled into the game and fortified by drink, began to risk more in their bidding. Soon a small pile of coins and notes began to grow in the centre of the table. Ray and Hugh called Lawrence's hand, Ray using one of his folded 'Shelly bids' as he called them. Lawrence, with a grin revealed a flush, and on his friends folding their hands and conceding defeat, scooped up his winnings. 'Now,' he said, carefully unfolding the piece of paper, 'Let's see what treat I've won.' Shelly padded over to his side of the table, as he read out his winnings. 'A shoulder massage, - very nice.' 'I'll take over dealing duty,' Ray offered, as Shelly placed her small hands on Lawrence's broad shoulders. Lawrence let out a satisfied sigh as Shelly applied more pressure, her palms and fingers kneading shoulder muscles, working loose any knots of tension, her thumbs pressed upwards either side of his spine to the base of his skull. Lawrence looked at the fresh hand dealt but clearly the pleasant distraction Shelly caused made him take longer to decide what cards to discard from his hand. Shelly's hands moved from his neck back to the broad expanse of his shoulders. She leant forward and Lawrence felt the warmth of her breasts through the material of her t-shirt. 'Take off your shirt, Lawrence,' Shelly asked quietly. 'Ray, your granddaughter wants me to take off my shirt.' Lawrence said awkwardly, unsure of himself. 'Why don't you. You'll enjoy your back rub a lot more,' Ray responded, his eyes on his own cards. After a moment's hesitation, Lawrence began unbuttoning his shirt. His friends gave no reaction, no more than if he had taken another sip from his glass. Shelly helped him remove the shirt, then folded it carefully and placed it on the sofa behind them. For a moment Lawrence was aware of the room's cool air on his bare skin, then Shelly's gentle hands were back on his shoulders moving, caressing, her soft hands like warm velvet. Lawrence tried to relax himself, tried to ignore his hard cock that strained against the constraining material of his pants. He felt Shelly's hands move rhythmically over his broad back, then felt the soft touch of her hair as she nuzzled her head close against him. Lawrence took a sharp intake of breath as he felt the tip of her tongue trace a path slowly up his back. 'Your call,' Ray said, a ghost of a smile on his lips. 'What? Oh,' said Lawrence trying to focus on his cards. 'Actually, I'll fold,' he decided as Shelly's thumbs stroked the base of his neck. 'Well, I'll see what you got, Ray,' Hugh said putting a twenty down. Ray revealed his hand; three queens. Hugh smiled, 'I got that beat,' he turned his cards over. 'Twos over eights.' 'Well, some you win,' Ray shrugged his shoulders. 'Certainly do,' Hugh said, eagerly taking a folded piece of paper from his winnings. 'Shelly, darling. I just won your services.' Shelly planted a final wet kiss on Lawrence's cheek. 'Sorry, Lawrence, I have to pay my grandfather's next gambling dept.' 'Thanks for the back rub young lady,' Lawrence said, wishing she could have gone on all night. Shelly moved over to Hugh, noting the glimmer of anticipation in his eyes. Shelly felt herself grow moist between her legs. Servicing her grandfather's poker buddies was really turning her on. Hugh handed her the paper and she read her own handwritten words on it. 'A foot rub,' she said aloud, then gave Hugh a wink. 'I'll need you to turn to the side a bit, the card table's too low for me to get under and give you a proper rub.' 'No problem,' Hugh said obliging her. Shelly got down on the floor and began undoing the laces on his shoes. She removed each shoe gently then pulled down his socks and removed them. Like Lawrence's shirt, she took care to fold them, and put them in Hugh's shoes which she placed carefully to one side. Then, as the next poker game got underway, she took one of Hugh's feet in both hands and began massaging slowly, using her palms, her fingers to caress and rub the sole of his foot. When Hugh's attention was on the cards, she raised his foot so it went up under her t-shirt. Shelly used her breasts now on the sole of his foot moving her torso to and fro so her big breasts caressed the sensitive underside of his foot. Hugh glanced down at her, seeing her upturned face, her eyes round and innocent as she pleasured him. He opened his mouth as if to speak, then, turned his attention back to the game. Shelly finished his left foot then began to repeat the process with his right. 'Shelly, Honey,' Ray called down to her. 'You'll have to finish Hugh's foot rub, I'm afraid Lawrence has won you back. He played a damn mean hand to win too.' 'One moment, grandpa,' Shelly said, then to Hugh; 'How was that?' 'That was the best damn foot rub I've ever had,' Hugh smiled down at her. 'Thanks,' she smiled then stooping down took each foot in turn and gave a slow circular lick over the sensitive sole. Hugh closed his eyes with pleasure. Like Lawrence, his erection strained uncomfortably against his underpants. Shelly stood and returned to Lawrence's side where he handed her the slip of paper. She read it out. 'A lap dance. I was hoping grandpa would bid that,' she grinned clearly delighted at her next treat. She skipped over to the hi-fi, and pressed play on the CD. Guns'n Roses 'Welcome to the Jungle' began, and Shelly began her dance moving close to the big framed figure of Lawrence, whose eyes feasted on her lithe voluptuous body as she gyrated her hips and chest to the guitar work. Shelly, completely turned on from her duties, placed one foot on the edge of the card table, bucking her hips forward provocatively, her hands scrunching the material of her t-shirt as she kneaded her breasts, tossing her hair from side to side. Her grandfather and his friends banged their hands on the table to the beat of the music. Shelly danced and whirled around the table shaking her breasts close to each of her eager audience, the slap of breast on breast audible over the song. To the whoops of the old men she performed too she lifted her t-shirt up and over her head, and danced topless as the song reached its climax. The song ended and the poker players applauded her performance. Shelly went to each of them and kissed them all on the cheek, then perched herself on Lawrence's lap. She took his hands and placed them on her breasts. 'Ray,' Lawrence said, his voice thick with arousal. 'What say we suspend the poker game?' 'Shelly, what do you say?' Ray smiled at his lascivious granddaughter. 'I want to play a different game,' Shelly said, closing her eyes as Lawrence pinched her nipples between his large sausage-like fingers. 'Well, I guess we could play strip poker, but I think we'll skip that and get straight down to stripping.' Ray said, standing. He began to undo his belt. 'Jesus, Ray,' Hugh said, concerned. 'Are you sure, I mean she's your granddaughter for Christ's sake, I know we have some fun tonight but . . .' 'Hugh, don't be such a stuck up prig.' Ray chided. 'My granddaughter is fully grown young woman. She can decide for herself what and who she wants.' 'No,' Hugh said firmly. 'I think this is wrong. I don't want to be part of it. We've all gone too far tonight. I think it's time I left,' he picked up his shoes and made for the front door. 'Hugh, come back, for God's sake,' Ray called after him. 'Let me go grandpa,' Shelly said, hurrying after Hugh. She found him in the hallway, stooping to put on his socks and shoes. 'Wait,' she said, gently putting a hand on his arm. He straightened and looked at her. 'I'm sorry Shelly, I don't mean to offend you, but I don't think this is right.' 'Didn't you like the foot rub? My dancing?' 'Of course I did, of course, and if I was 30 years younger, hell even twenty, then maybe. And if you weren't Ray's little granddaughter . . .' 'Please stay, Hugh. Just try it, if you don't like it you can leave.' 'I am leaving, I don't know what a beautiful young woman sees in an old man like me.' 'Isn't that for me to decide? What can I do to make you stay?' Shelly moved closer to him. His eyes took in her stunning full breasts, her slim waist and her cream white complexion. 'Nothing, there's nothing you can . . .' The sentence was cut short as Shelly kissed him full on the lips. There was a moment's resistance, a heartbeat of time. Then he was kissing her back his tongue in her mouth, his hands on her young firm skin, moving with a sudden frenzy. Shelly found his erection in his trousers with one hand, squeezing it firmly. Pressing the palm of her hand to it she broke off the kiss and looked into his eyes. 'Stay Hugh, stay and fuck me with my grandfather and Lawrence. Stay.' Hugh nodded slowly. 'I'll stay,' he breathed. Shelly gently began to undo the buttons on his shirt. 'What are you doing?' he asked. 'I want you naked, Hugh. You're not running out on me again.' Shelly knelt and unfastened his trouser belt as Hugh removed his shirt. Hugh's trousers slipped down to his angles and he stepped out of them, one hand on Shelly's head for balance. He stood now before her in his white cotton underwear. Shelly ran delicate slender fingers over the outline of his erect cock. Hugh looked down on her, his breathing deep. Shelly hooked her thumbs over the elastic band of the pants and eased them over the head of Hugh's cock which sprang gratefully free. The underpants slipped down his legs and Shelly put her face to his cock, nuzzling it with her face, inhaling the musky scent of the old man's sex. She kissed his balls, running her tongue over the wrinkled old sac to the base of his cock. She traced her tongue up over his shaft, felt his hand on her head. Hugh let out a whimper as Shelly engulfed his cock in her mouth, taking him deep into her velvet moist throat. She pulled up, a thread of come linking his cock to her lips. 'They're waiting for us,' Shelly said in a low voice. She took his erect cock in her hand and as though it were his hand, began to lead him back to the living room. Ray and Lawrence were waiting. Both stood naked, their big bulky frames either side of the poker table. Both men were fully erect, holding their stiffened members, keeping them hard for Shelly. 'Hugh changed his mind,' she grinned triumphantly. 'I thought he might,' Ray said, with a wry smile. Shelly released Hugh's cock, so she could tug off her shorts. She wore no panties so now everyone in the room was completely naked. One 20 year old girl in her youthful prime and three old men whose combined age was just over 200 years. Shelly looked at each of the men around her, eyes smiled with knowing anticipation. 'Take me on the poker table grandpa, after all, I am the winnings,' Shelly said. 'You certainly are, darling,' Ray said. He lifted her and laid her on her back across the table, cards unwanted now fell to the floor. Shelly's head was over the end of one side of the table, her hips on the opposite edge. Her grandfather positioned himself between her open legs and Lawrence approached her head to fuck her in the mouth. Shelly, tipped her head back to facilitate his entry, but before his cock stifled her, she called on Hugh to suck her tits. Hugh lent over the table, his gnarled hands scooping up her big dough like soft breasts, his puckered lips seeking out her hardened nipples. Her face disappeared beneath Lawrence's vast belly as he pressed his thick cock into her eager mouth. Shelly was delighted to find his cock was even bigger than her grandfather's, filling her mouth and pushing down her throat. At the same time her grandfather's cock slid inside her sopping shaved pussy, his big belly resting on her smaller flat stomach. Had there been a camera placed directly above the poker table it wouldn't have shown Shelly, such was the smothering effect of the three old men who fucked and groped and penetrated her youthful body. Lawrence's big hands supported her head as he bucked his hips back and forth, withdrawing from her mouth allowing her to suck in a gout of air before shoving his thick old cock back into her throat, his pre come mixed with her saliva to lubricate her mouth more effectively. Ray likewise slowly slid his full length deep into his granddaughter's smooth pussy, his hands held her thighs to support her weight better, his big belly juddered with each thrust. Hugh's mouth slobbered over her big breasts, intermittingly finding her darkened hard nipples sucking hungrily at them, as though seeking to draw out life nourishing milk. It was as though Shelly were being devoured by the three old men. The triumph of old age over youth, the devouring of the healthy fit young by the unfit, infirm and aged. Shelly loved it. She was being smothered by them as the sated their lust on her, filled her with their ancient desires. How many girls and women had they fucked in their lives between them? Yet these old men, still fertile and hungry to mate were taking her, pleasuring her, filling her with their seed. Shelly could feel her orgasm beginning to build. She could feel Lawrence's grip on her head intensify as he thrust faster into her mouth, grunting as he did so, his big cock pushing deeper into her throat. He gave an animalistic cry as he came, pumping his seed into Shelly's mouth, coating her throat as she gulped it down. Shelly's view of the fleshy mountain of his stomach receded as he withdrew from her mouth. He backed away, breathing hard from the exertion. Shelly's grandfather was still inside her as he bucked her harder. Shelly was ready to come, but suddenly she felt her grandfather withdraw, Hugh was still on top her devouring her big breasts like some ancient cannibal. A Granddaughter's Duty Ch. 02 'Off her, Hugh,' Shelly heard her grandfather command. Hugh wriggled back off Shelly and the table. Shelly remained lying on the table listening to the men catch their breath, while she too gathered herself from her gangbanging. 'Shelly,' Ray instructed. 'On the floor, on all fours.' 'Yes grandpa,' Shelly replied, rolling over and getting down from the table. She assumed the position on the floor, ensuring her legs were apart far enough to facilitate easy penetration. Her grandfather stood behind her. 'Look at that gorgeous ass,' he said to his friends. 'Isn't that something? Lawrence and Hugh moved behind her to share her grandfather's view. 'Wiggle your ass, Shelly,' Ray said. Shelly wiggled her ass for her lecherous audience. 'Like a great big ripe peach,' Ray said. Shelly gave a sharp gasp as a hand slapped her rear. 'Like that?' her grandfather asked. 'Uh huh,' Shelly said, now even more turned on than ever. She was desperate for the fucking to resume, but her role as her grandfather's plaything, his trophy to impress his friends with was also a huge turn on. The night was progressing better than she had hoped. Shelly gave another moan as another slap resounded on her rear, the crack of flesh on flesh like a whiplash, the stinging sensation delightfully heightening her sexual arousal. Shelly's pussy dripped with juice, aching to be filled again by her grandfather or his friends. 'C'mon you two,' Ray said to his friends, 'I'm not doing all the work here.' Lawrence and Hugh joined Ray in slapping Shelly's round fleshy bottom, each man taking turns, reddening her bottom with each slap. Shelly's eyes were closed, the anticipation between each strike almost as pleasurable as the slaps themselves. Someone's hand reached beneath, fingers stroking and probing her slippery warm cleft, sliding between soaking wet delicate folds of her labia making her quiver with delirious excitement. Someone else or it could have been the same, person, -Shelly could no longer tell who was doing what to her- was fondling her breasts that hung pendulous like from her posture on all fours. Shelly cried out as someone penetrated her, the motion sudden and unexpected, a thick cock pushing inside her -- an old dog taking a young bitch in heat. She kept her eyes closed, as her sensations swam in pleasure. Someone's cock touched her lips, coating them in sticky pre-come. Shelly dutifully opened her mouth to allow the cock to slide inside, a hand cupped her chin while another stoked her head. She was their pet, their bitch to play with and she was being such a good bitch, Shelly thought, such a good granddaughter. She opened her eyes, and though it was impossible to look up into the face of the old man who pumped his cock into her mouth, she could tell from the lack of girth it was neither her grandfather nor Lawrence, but Hugh. Shelly was glad, because so far he hadn't had the lion's share of her body, and she was keen to taste all the men's cocks, she wanted all three to fill her mouth and pussy with their seed, she wanted her body glazed with their come. Shelly bobbed her head as Hugh's rhythmic thrusting increased, his balls slapping gently on her chin. She could feel firm hands on her hips as Lawrence or her grandfather, she wasn't sure which, drove into her with increasing speed, the slap of flesh, and the groans of the old men sating their lust on her willing young body. Hugh was grunting louder as he pushed his cock deep into her mouth and Shelly sensed he was near to orgasm. She bobbed her head further forward meeting his thrust taking him as deep as she dared, and was rewarded as Hugh cried out, a soft explosion of ejaculate filled her throat, and Shelly swallowed it down hungrily until the flow ebbed and Hugh withdrew from the sticky come soaked mess of Shelly's mouth, a string of ejaculate dangled from her lower lip. Shelly sucked in a gulp of air and cried as the thrusting into her pussy intensified to a frantic pitch, she was coming. Shelly yelled out as the orgasm shook her body, the pleasure was too much. 'Good girl, good girl, come for your grandpa,' Ray said, and Shelly knew it was her grandfather driving into her, fucking her like the bitch in heat she knew she was. 'Grandpa, oh grandpa,' she cried. It was too much, she wanted to collapse, to recover from the draining ecstasy of orgasm, already the next orgasm was building. 'Who do you love, Shelly?' Ray grunted as he slammed into her, his big belly juddering at each thrust. 'You grandpa, oh you, only you,' Shelly whimpered, eyes half closed. The second orgasm took her and it was all she could do to stop from collapsing on the floor, but she knew she must stay on all fours until her grandfather came. It was her duty. 'I'm coming Shelly, Oh Christ I'm coming,' Ray said, his voice thick and guttural. Shelly pushed her rump back so he drove even deeper inside and this time he held her there, shouting out as he came inside her, his seed thick and copious. For long seconds grandfather and granddaughter remained locked in position - a tableau of incest. Then as muscles relaxed and breathing began to return to normal, Ray, his cock softening, slipped out of his granddaughter's filled pussy. A cream like stream of come began to leak from Shelly's abused pussy and Ray scooped up the spillage onto his fingers, and put it to Shelly's lips. Shelly licked the effluence hungrily tasting her own come and grandfather's mingled together. Only then did she slump to the floor, her hair bedraggled, her young body sheathed in sweat. Her eyelids were heavy and she felt she could sleep for a hundred years. She could hear voices, her grandfather's, Hugh and Lawrence talking among themselves. She heard her name mentioned, but the voices seemed distant as she receded in the warm darkness of sleep. Then, she heard her name spoken, closer, clearer. 'Shelly.' She ignored it, hoping the voice would go away, she wanted to sleep. 'Shelly,' Closer. Louder. 'Shelly,' Insistent. The voice would not go away. 'Shelly.' Shelly opened one eye, and although for a moment the voice's owner was out of focus it soon came clear, the massive looming bulk of Lawrence standing over her. He smiled. 'I'm not finished with you, Shelly.' Shelly felt his powerful big hands under her armpits, then she was being lifted like a limp ragdoll. Lawrence sat down heavily on the sofa, dumping Shelly on top. She opened her legs to straddle him, then felt herself impaled on his big thick cock. She gasped, eyes wide, fully awake now. Shelly rested her hands in the mass of white hair on the broad expanse of his chest, his vast belly was like a mountain of flesh that wobbled as Shelly began to buck against him, her legs only just reaching around his tremendous girth, her heels digging into the flesh of his lower back. Lawrence pawed her breasts with big rough hands, kneading and squeezing her firm big breasts, pinching her nipples. Shelly swiftly aroused again began to ride the fleshy old man, revelling in the lust filled old eyes that gazed into hers, in the wrinkled strong hands that fondled her flesh, a cock three times older than she was filling her as she pushed down. Lawrence grunted with pleasure as Shelly bounced up and down on him, so his cock was momentarily free from her pussy until she impaled herself on the downward plunge. Lawrence his eyes huge with ecstasy roared out, his arms reaching around Shelly's back then pressing her into his massive fleshy frame in a bear hug as he came inside her. Shelly felt his come, thick and plentiful fill her, she gasped, the air almost squeezed from her in Lawrence's bear hug orgasm. Then he released her and she slithered to the floor to lie at his feet. She looked up into his face that was ruddy and red from fucking her, a satisfied smile on his lips. His cock was slimy with come and her juices and Shelly realized she had one last duty before she could rest. She picked herself up and leaning forward between his tree truck thick thighs, licked his cock and balls clean. He felt a huge hand stroke her head in affectionate approval. Lawrence stood, picked up Shelly again and laid her down on the sofa where she curled up to rest. 'That's some granddaughter you've got there, Ray,' Lawrence said, reaching for his clothes. Hugh and Ray had dressed while Shelly was fucking Lawrence. Ray ran his fingers through Shelly's bedraggled hair. 'She's a beauty, a real beauty,' he smiled in agreement. 'Well, Ray,' Hugh said, 'I gotta hand it to you. You know how put on a hell of a poker game.' 'I think we all won tonight,' Ray said. 'Can we do it again, Ray? I mean if it's all right with Shelly,' Lawrence asked eagerly. 'I think she enjoyed herself tonight. I'm sure something can be arranged. I'll let you both know.' Ray saw his two friends to the front door, and returned to find his naked granddaughter still curled up on the sofa, worn out by her exertions. He sat down beside her, and lifting her head moved closer so Shelly's head was in his lap. He stroked her hair and ran his fingertips over her flushed cheek. She looked up at him a smile on her tired face. 'Was I good, grandpa?' 'You were very good. I'm proud of you, Shelly.' Shelly smiled broadened, delighted at her grandfather's approval. 'And, yes, you've earned your reward,' Ray was pleased to tell her. Tired though she was, Ray detected a fresh twinkle of excitement in her granddaughter's pale blue eyes, because upstairs, laid out on Ray's bed, handcuffs, rope and double headed vibrator awaited Shelly, for it was not yet time to go sleep, and there was one more game to play.