10 comments/ 98808 views/ 30 favorites Cassie Unwrapped By: MisterReason Cassie Hammond was a good girl. A very good girl. To Mom and Dad she could do no wrong, and always thought of others before herself. It wasn't surprising that when her grandmother underwent hip surgery, Cassie volunteered to spend much of her summer with her grandparents, helping take care of her grandmother and their house. One day, Cassie went to the local drug store and saw something she liked. Cassie made a mistake - or more precisely, an error in judgement. ............... Chapter 1: Busted! Cassie sat in the chair, sobbing quietly while the store's manager spoke to her grandfather on the phone. She didn't want her grandparents too get involved in this - after all, she was supposed to be helping them, not getting them upset. It was stupid. She had never done anything like that before, she told herself. Well, that wasn't exactly true. Cassie had slipped a few things into her pockets at the mall, but that wasn't any big deal, she convinced herself. She didn't know why she took the tube of lipstick. Maybe it was the lure of the forbidden. At home, mother would never approve of her wearing such a loud shade of lip coloring. She was lucky that she was allowed to wear any at all. Cassie's parents were strict, to say the least. They had kept her on such a tight leash for all 18 of her years, that was only natural for her to want to get a little crazy every now and then, right? Wrong, Cassie thought. She was going to get killed when her parents found out. What if this made the newspapers? Even though she was more than 200 miles from home, who could tell how far this story would travel? She could see the headlines now - VALEDICTORIAN CAUGHT SHOPLIFTING! Everybody would know all about it. Father Byron down at church, along with all the little kids in the bible study classes she taught. Her father - always bragging and telling everybody that his daughter wasn't going to be like all the other kids. No, not his Cassie! She was special. Now this. Cassie couldn't hear what the man was saying, but was probably going to tell her grandfather to pick her up at the police station. That's what the man had told her was going to happen. "We're tired of all this shoplifting!" the man had bellowed at Cassie, slamming his hand on the table in disgust. "We're losing our shirt from all you kids coming around here and stealing stuff. A few days in jail might give you some time to think about what you've done." Jail. She had earned a $1000 scholarship from the Elks toward college in the fall. They probably don't give out scholarships to criminals, Cassie figured. "I just spoke to your grandfather, Cassie," the man said, his loud voice startling her out of her fog. "He's coming down here. Before he gets here I need to know one thing. Did you steal anything else besides the lipstick?" "No," Cassie croaked, shaking her head vigorously. "Are you sure?" "No, you can search me if you want." "Now listen to me. Your grandfather is going to be here in about 10 minutes. I'm going to let him take you home..." "Oh thank you!" Cassie said excitedly, jumping up out of the seat. "Wait a minute!" The man said, motioning her back down. "He's going to take you home provided that you don't have anything else on you. You have anything else on you that you stole - that's it! The police will take you away and we'll prosecute." "I don't. I swear!" "Forgive me if I'm not all that confident that a thief couldn't also be a liar," he snapped. The man went over to an intercom and said something Cassie didn't understand before returning to her. "You're going to be searched," the man said, and Cassie's face registered a look of horror at hearing that. "What's the matter, Cassie? Got something else stashed away on you?" "No sir, it's just that..." "Oh! No, I'm not the one that going to be searching you. What the hell kind of a man do you think I am? One of our female associates will be doing that." As he spoke, a tall, slender woman in her thirties entered the room, and the man nodded in her direction. "Sorry about this, Diane," the man said. "You're the lucky one this time. Take her in the back and search her completely. I mean completely. You know the drill." Diane rolled her eyes and walked over to her, motioning for Cassie to follow her. They walked into an adjoining room that was empty except for a small table and chair. "Okay, let's get this over with," the woman said, making no effort to hide her disgust at what she had to do. "Empty your pockets and pull them all out." Cassie took her change and the two crumpled dollar bills out and set them on the table. A fuzzy lifesaver and her keys, and that was it. "The other stuff of mine is out there, in my purse," Cassie explained. "The man already went through that." "Yeah. The sweatshirt - take it off. Jeans too." Cassie reluctantly did as she was told, handing the woman her sweatshirt and taking off her jeans as instructed. Her sweatshirt got turned inside out and examined, and when Cassie handed her the jeans they got the same treatment. Cassie shivered in the center of the room, feeling naked clad in only her bra and panties. She used her hands to cover herself as best she could while praying for the woman to get this over with. "Okay," the woman said. "The bra and panties too." "What?" "You heard me. Off with the bra and panties." "Here?" "No, out in the middle of the store. Frankly I don't give a shit whether you do or not," the woman snapped. "Do it down at the police station instead. They'll give you the rubber glove treatment too. You want that that?" "No," Cassie said softly, and undid the front hooks of her brassiere with trembling hands, while the woman snapped her gum impatiently. The bra came undone, and Cassie struggled to keep her arm across her chest while taking her panties off. She clearly needed more hands to shield everything, and was failing miserably at it. "For crying-out-loud, girlie! Relax. You ain't got nothing I don't have," the woman snapped, giving Cassie's body a quick glance. "You just got more of it. Lift them up." The woman gestured toward her breasts, and Cassie self-consciously lifted her globes. Cassie blushed deeper as the woman looked over her undergarments before handing them back to her. "Alright, you can get dressed. Damn! They ought to give this job to a dyke. I've seen more tits and ass this month than most doctors!" Cassie quickly got her clothes back on and went back to the other room. Her grandfather was there, and he was handing the store manager something and then shaking his hand. "Had a busy afternoon I see, Cassie," her grandfather said, giving her a stern look which always made her wither. Along with the fact that he was a large man physically, he had a way about him that had always intimidated Cassie, and in this situation that only seemed magnified. "Appreciate you coming down, sir," the store manager told her grandfather. "It's much easier to take care of things like this, but it is getting to be quite a habit with these kids today." "The young lady will not be a problem to you ever again, sir," her grandfather announced, his booming baritone echoing in the small office. "Cassie?" her grandfather said, turning his attention to her. "Yes, Grandpa?" "You are not allowed in this store ever again. If the man sees you in here, he will have you arrested. Is that understood?" "Yes, Grandpa," Cassie said, looking downward. "I'm sorry again, sir," she said to the manager before they left the office and the store. Cassie felt like she was two foot tall as they walked out past the cashier that had searched her. It was almost as if she were still naked, and that woman was still staring at her - at all her private parts. That discomfort was nothing compared to what the ride home was like. Deafening silence for most of the ride, until Cassie found the courage to speak. "Does... Grandma know?" Silence. "Did you tell my mother and father?" A cold look. "We will discuss this later tonight. The two of us." ... Chapter Two: Grandfather's lecture. Cassie's grandfather entered her room after giving the briefest of taps, and found Cassie kneeling by the side of the bed, finishing up her prayers. "Such a picture of innocence," he muttered as he watched Cassie become aware of his entrance. Rising to her feet, Cassie offered a meek smile as he approached. She self-consciously pulled down on the bottom of her light-weight nightshirt, which only went down a bit below her bony little bottom and exposed all of her stork-like legs, and tilted her head when he gave her a kiss on the cheek. Cassie was glad that her grandfather didn't seem mad any longer, as she really loved him, and didn't want him to think badly of her. Ever since she had arrived after her grandmother's return from the hospital, he had been so very nice to her; always patting her shoulder and giving her little pecks on the cheek while telling her how happy he was that she was there. "Just going to bed," Cassie said, and when her grandfather nodded she climbed into bed carefully, trying to keep herself covered as she slipped into the fresh bedding and pulled a sheet up over her. "Not just yet, dear," her grandfather said as he stopped Cassie from clicking off the bedside lamp, before tugging down and sliding next to her in the bed. "We need to have a little talk first." "Okay," Cassie said grimly, knowing what was going to come next and dreading the lecture, but also knowing that she had it coming. Cassie felt the heat that radiated off of her grandfather's body as he propped himself up on his elbow beside her. He was wearing pajamas with shorts for bottoms, and the hairs from his legs pricked Cassie's skin as they grazed against her calf. "Today," he said softly. "Today was the most embarrassing day of my life." "Mine too," Cassie answered. "Good. The problem is that you were the one that caused it all. I was the one that was forced to come down there and straighten it out." "I know, Grandpa, and I'm really sorry." "You've said that already Cassie," he said sternly. "Please keep quiet unless I ask you a question. Understood?" Cassie nodded. "Very well. So today I got to go down and get my granddaughter before they threw her ass in jail. Do you realize how humiliating it was for me to have to go down there and grovel in front of that little twit of a store manager and practically beg him to let you go? DO you?" "No," Cassie said, tears welling in her eyes. "Do you know how much money I had to slip that weasel to have him not charge you for stealing?" "I'll pay you back, Grandpa. I swear." "Probably doubles his salary from fools like me," he muttered. "Gets rich from people that work hard all their lives and have thieves for children and grandchildren." "On the phone they said that they were going to search you," he continued. "Did he?" "Yes," Cassie answered. "I mean - the woman at the cash register came back there and she did it." "Did they make you take your clothes off?" he asked, placing his hand on Cassie's stomach.. "Uh - yes." "That manager," he asked, his hand beginning a soft circular motion on the cotton fabric. "Was he watching while you stripped?" "No," Cassie replied. "It was just the woman." "Did you have to take all of your clothes off?" "Yes." "Did the woman touch you?" "No." "Did you want her to?" "Grandpa!" Cassie protested. "This is making me uncomfortable, and this is bad touching!" Cassie's hand reached down toward her grandfather's hand, and she gasped when he grabbed her hand and slammed it back onto the pillow next to her head. "Don't you EVER raise your hand to me again!" "I wasn't..." "And didn't I already tell you that you were to kept silent except to answer questions?" Cassie nodded, tears blurring her vision. His hand went down to the bottom of Cassie's night shirt and undid the lower two buttons, exposing her panties and tummy. Her hand went down onto Cassie's bare stomach and resumed the gentle stroking. "Further more, there is no such thing as bad touching in this household." ... Chapter Three: Good touching. "Now, you were telling me that the woman didn't touch you?" her grandfather asked, and Cassie shook her head no as her body quivered. "Did you want her too?" he asked, sliding his hand down to her belly button, resting against the elastic of he panties. "You know, if they took you to jail they would give you a real going-over. They'd stick their hand in your pussy and in your anus too, you know that?" "Please..." "Let's see now," he said, slowly lifting the elastic of her undies with the back of his fingers and slipping his hand under. "Noooo," Cassie whimpered, feeling his fingers sliding downward. "Hmmm - that's odd. You don't have very much hair down there at all, do you?" he opined, his fingers gliding through the faint patch of hairs around her opening. "Please don't," Cassie cried. "Your mom - now that girl had quite a bush on her when she was your age," her grandfather recalled, "She took after Grandma down there, but you know that already, don't you? They both have really hairy pussies. This is nice though. Your pussy hair is so fine and silky." "Stop..." "You're wet, Cassie," he said sharply. "Meek and whimpering Cassie's pussy is dripping wet. Talk is cheap. Your body is telling me far different things than your words are." Cassie gasped as his finger slid along her labia, up and down but never actually entering her. "You like this, don't you dear? I'll bet you wish that the cashier did this, don't you? "No." "She probably thought you were one of those lesbians, the way you dress around here all day, all frumpy and plain," he continued, his finger stroking the top of her opening, making Cassie's body shake. Cassie's head was spinning as her grandfather's left hand held her wrist down while his right hand rubbed her clit. He kissed her breast through the clothing, and then moved his way over to her armpit, where his lips grazed her exposed underarm. "What's this we have here?" he asked, running his finger over the modest cluster of long stubble clustered in the center of her armpit. "That's why - uh - I went to the drug store," Cassie said, shivering at her grandfather's touch as it slid through her sensitive underarm. "I needed razors." "No, you didn't," he declared. "You won't be defacing yourself any longer while you're in this house either." She felt something hard against her thigh, but it was all lost in the blur of her orgasm, which racked her body despite all that was going through her head. Cassie's body was still sporadically shaking as he pulled his hand out from under her panties, and brought his hand up to his face. He inhaled her aroma from his glistening fingers while Cassie watched, and then slowly put his index finger into his mouth, sucking the digit as he pulled it out. "Delicious," he whispered. "Your pussy tastes as good as it smells." Cassie's grandfather slowly rose from the side of her bed and rearranged his twisted clothing. Cassie's eyes were drawn to the damp spot on the front of his pajamas, and she only then became truly aware of the warm and sticky fluid on the side of her thigh. "Tomorrow night, I'll be back," he said. "We will get better acquainted then." "I'll tell," Cassie said with a hint of defiance. "If you ever touch me again I'll tell Grandma." "Be my guest, Cassie. As a matter of fact, I'll go in with you right now. We'll wake the poor woman up and you can tell her anything you want." "I will." "Good. After you get done, I'll calmly explain that after I was summoned to the drugstore this afternoon, and had to bribe the store manager to keep them from prosecuting you, you desperately tried to keep me from telling the family about it. You tried to seduce me, and offered to do anything to me that I wanted." "That's a lie!" "I practically had to fight you off when you tried to grab at my genitals, and when I managed to get free, you threatened to accuse me of molesting you." Cassie's face lost much of the defiance she originally felt, and she now sat in shock, her mouth open and unbelieving. "Who do you think she'll believe?" he continued. "Me, her loving husband of over 40 years, or you, her thief of a granddaughter? Who's going to come to your defense? The drug store manager? The cashier maybe?" Casie looked up at the ceiling, lower lip quivering while she tried to make sense of all of this. "If the drug store manager can be bought off for a couple hundred dollars, how much do you think it would take to get that cashier to say that you offered to do things to her?" He started to leave the room, but paused and turned back. "Your choice dear, but your grandmother has already heard those kind of lies many years ago from another girl who was known for her occasionally delinquent behavior. She knows how dramatic and delusional young girls can be." He came over to the edge of the bed, his face changing into the kinder and gentler version that Cassie had always known. "Now tomorrow night, I want you to be naked when I come in here, except for this cute nightshirt. No brassiere and no panties. Understand?" "You'll grow to love our little adventures every evening," he offered before leaving. "I do like the innocent and frightened persona you've been showing me all night - please keep that up, but don't go overboard with it either. It's very stimulating as long as it stays within reason. There really isn't anything to be afraid of, you know. I won't be doing anything to you that your dear Richard hasn't done already, I suspect." As the door closed behind her chuckling grandfather, Cassie jumped out of the bed and ran over to the dresser. Flinging open the top drawer, she dug under her clothes and pulled out her little pink book. 'My diary' was the title written in flowing cursive on the front of the volume, and the flap that always held it closed was dangling open, the little lock that secured her deepest and darkest secrets now sprung open apparently with little effort. ... Chapter Four: Cassie calls for help. Cassie waited for her grandfather to leave for work before she dared to show her face outside of her bedroom. Grandmother was still sleeping, so she quietly went to the kitchen and picked up the phone. "Hello," said the familiar voice on the other end. "Mommy?" Cassie said, biting her tongue to try and stem the tears that seemed determined to come any second. "Cassie honey, I'm so glad you called. How is Grandma doing?" "Um, she's okay. Getting better." "Boy, the weather's been really warm, hasn't it?" her mother continued. "Mom, I have to talk to you about something," Cassie said, her voice breaking. "It's about Grandpa." "What is it dear?" "Well, I did something wrong, and last night he came into my room." "Now listen, Cassie. You're supposed to be there to help them out. Don't be giving them a hard time." "But Grandpa, he did something..." "Listen Cassie, I want you to do whatever Grandpa says," her mother said, cutting her off. "You don't understand though." "I understand that there's a special place in heaven for those who do good things, and giving up your summer to help Grandma and Grandpa is a very good thing." "But, he ..." "Honey, whatever Grandpa wants you to do, do it. He's getting on in years but he's still a very nice man. Look honey, I have to take your father to the airport now, so I have to run. Be a good girl now. Bye bye!" As the phone was hung up, Cassie started sobbing, staring at the phone while the tears rained down. At the other end of the phone, another woman hung up the phone and looked out the window of her empty house, took a deep breath, and went back to reading her magazine. Cassie Unwrapped ... Chapter Five: Night. There was no tap on the door that night, as Cassie's grandfather simply opened the door. The room was dark except for the moonlight that came in through the curtains. Cassie sat on the edge of the bed and stared straight ahead, as her grandfather walked past her and turned on the light on her night stand, illuminating the room, much to Cassie's discomfort. "You look very nice this evening, Cassie," her grandfather said, his hand reaching down and lifting her chin up. Cassie's face was tear stained, her eyes were puffy and red, and her lower lip trembled as she tried and failed to avoid his steely glare. He helped her to stand up, and steadied her when her knees got weak. He was less than a head taller than she was as they stood face to face, but to Cassie he seemed like a giant. "Stand up for me, Cassie," he instructed. "Let's see if you did everything as I instructed." His hands reached out and touched Cassie's breasts. The large globes were not in their harness, as her grandfather had instructed, and his eyes lit up when he felt them through the cotton. "Good girl - now let's get this thing off." His weathered hands unbuttoned the three buttons on the top before lifting the night shirt off of Cassie. Cassie's arms reluctantly went up to allow her grandfather to remove the garment, and he took the opportunity to pull it up as slowly as possible, allowing him the pleasure of seeing Cassie in her unfettered, helpless glory. He felt his temper rise when he saw that she had worn panties despite his clear instructions, but he was so overwhelmed by the sight of her breasts that he put it out of his mind for the time being. He gasped at the sight, not believing the size of Cassie's huge breasts. It was obvious all along that she was a busty girl, but it was equally clear that her brassierre had not enhanced their appearance, but instead had managed to minimize their size. Cassie's body was slender in almost every area. Her legs were slender and her butt was almost non-existant, but up top, on her slender frame her breasts looked outrageous. The massive torpedos hung down to her waist despite their relative firmness, and the crimson hued silver dollar sized aureolas looked out of place on the milky white skin. "Breathtaking," her grandfather muttered under her breath as his hands moved up and cupped the massive globes, kneading the firm flesh as he hefted their considerable weight. "I'll bet Richard liked these jugs of yours, didn't he?" Not getting an answer, Cassie simply looked down toward his hands and their manipulations, biting her lower lip as he squeezed her breasts. "Lift your arms, Cassie" he directed, and as Cassie raised her hands, he smiled approvingly. "Coming along here," he said proudly, rubbing his fingers under Cassie's arms and feeling the moist seedlings as they fluttered under his touch. "You'll look like a woman should look before long. Now, I am disappointed in one thing I see, however. Keep your arms up" He slid his hand down her sides until they reached the sides of her panties, and he hooked his fingers under the top of the elastic. "I thought I told you that you were to wear nothing underneath your nightie," he snapped, his face close and menacing. "What should be done with a girl who disobeys a simple order?" "Well?" he said louder, causing an already shaken Cassie to flinch violently. "I dunno," Cassie whimpered. Her grandfather moved his face over, inhaling deeply as he neared her shoulder. "You're afraid of me, aren't you?" he asked, and watched with bemused interest as she nodded briskly. "I can smell it pouring out of you. The fear." Never taking his own eyes off of his trembling granddaughter's, he kissed her shoulder before sliding his tongue under Cassie's upraised arm, licking the sweaty skin as Cassie shivered, her breath catching in her throat. "I can taste your fear too," he added. "But there's no reason to fear me. We're going to be great friends, Yes indeed. Now I'm going to let you slip you panties off now, but if you ever do something contrary to my wishes again, you will pay a price for it. Now take them off, and hand them to me." Cassie peeled her panties down her slim thighs and, after fumbling them a couple of times, handed the pale cotton undies to her grandfather. "They're wet," he said with a leer as his hand felt the crotch of the garment before bringing it up to his face and breathing in deeply. "Very wet." Tossing the panties aside, his hand reached down between Cassie's legs, his fingers stroking the tiny spray of hair that guarded the lips of her pussy. Cassie's entire body shuddered as he slid a finger along the damp opening, and he grinned at her response. "You're loving this - what I'm doing to you, don't you?" he asked gruffly while his finger probed a little deeper. "No," sniffed Cassie, shifting her weight from foot to foot. "Tell me you want me to stop then," he challenged. "Tell me this doesn't feel good to you." "It isn't right. You're my grandfather." "It was alright for Richard to do this to you though, wasn't it?" he snapped, throwing her diary in her face once again. "He didn't," Cassie said. "Not really. We never - you know." "No, I don't know, Cassie. What are you trying to say? Are you saying that your diary is all a bunch of lies? That you never had sex with this boy Richard?" As he spoke, his finger thrust in further, only to be stopped. His finger attempted to press deeper again, only to run into a barrier of sorts. Could it be? "It's hard to explain," Cassie said. "Well we have time, so I think you'd better," he said in a kindly grandfatherly tone. "I do love to hear stories, especially about someone I love as much as you, dear." He kissed Cassie's forehead lightly, brushing a stray hair back behind her ear, and took a small step backwards. "Take my robe off for me," he said softly yet firmly. "You - you aren't going to tell anybody, are you Grandpa?" "I said for you to take my robe off, Cassie" he repeated. "I don't expect to have to tell you to do everything twice." Cassie reached for the knot near his waist which held the robe closed, and fumbled with it for what seemed like forever. Her hands were shaking and the knot was so tight, so the simple task had become a major challenge. A challenge made even more daunting by the impatient tone of her grandfather. "We have all night," he mused as he looked down on Cassie's efforts, which finally yielded the result that her grandfather wanted. "Now my briefs, dear," he instructed. "Kneel now and take them off of me. Cassie knelt down and slowly pulled down the satin boxer shorts, trying to stay as far away as possible as she tugged them down. "Don't you ever turn away like that!" he hissed after watching Cassie first stare wide-eyed at his exposed sex, and then tear her head away, wincing and closing her eyes. He grabbed Cassie's hair in his hand and turned her head around so that her face was only inches away from his crotch. With his free hand he cupped his long flaccid cock and pulled on it a few times before releasing it, watching intently as Cassie looked at him. His cock was fairly long even when limp, and although the shaft was not out of the ordinary, the head of his instrument was huge. The crown was mushroom shaped and had always gotten a lot of startled reactions over the years, and Cassie's was even more dramatic than most. His balls hung down low between his legs, stretching the wrinkled skin as they dangled down loosely, and the entire package was capped with a thick tuft of mostly grey hair. "Not bad for a senior citizen, don't you think? Don't worry, it won't stay limp for long, my dear. Let's get comfortable." ... Chapter Six: Getting comfortable. Cassie watched her grandfather get on the bed and roll over so that he was on his back in the center of the mattress. She stood at the side of the bed, uncertain of what he wanted her to do, until he motioned for her to join him. The way he had placed himself, she was sitting right next to him, so close she could feel the heat from his body. "Lay like this, Cassie," he explained, putting her so that she was on her side facing him, her elbow propping her up. He reached into the pocket of the robe that had ended up on the side of the bed, and pulled out a tube of lotion. Pulling his cock up from between his legs, he placed the limp instrument on his lower stomach and squirted the lubricant liberally on the underside of his cock before setting the tube aside. "Work it in for me, Cassie," he said, and pulled her hand over to this member when she hesitated. "We both know that you know all about how to do things like this." With great deliberation, Cassie started to rub the lube along the underside of his cock. which caused him to groan slightly. "That's it, dear. Work it into my balls too." Cassie scooped up some of the lotion that had slid off the sides and slid her hand down to his scrotum. She rolled the golf ball-sized nuts in her oiled palm for a time before sliding her hand back up to his cock. "That's it - just rub your palm up and down the underside of my cock for a while," he said. "Feel me staring to get hard already? Now why don't you tell me about Richard while you keep doing this? Tell me all about you, and the passionate love you two made all spring. Is he a classmate of yours?" "No," Cassie managed to say. "He is - was, my teacher." "Really?" he said, his interest leveled picking up noticeably. "What was he teaching you - besides sex I mean?" "English," Cassie answered, and then showed a flash of anger. "Why do you have to make it sound so dirty?" "You're right. Nothing dirty about a trusted teacher having sex with an innocent student, and judging by the way you carried on about him in your diary, he must have been very special. Tell me more about this Richard chap. Describe him to me." "Uh - he's old." "How old?" "About 50, I guess," Cassie said, and he chuckled when he realized that she thought somebody almost fifteen years his junior was old. What did that make him, he wondered? "He's very handsome," Cassie said, almost trying to sell him. "He looks like Harrison Ford, I think." "So tell me how this all started." "We got along really great, and he said respected me because I was always on the high honor roll, and I got a 99 in his class. He said I was brilliant, and I wasn't like the other kids because I was very mature." "I have a good idea what got his attention," he mused, his hand reaching up and cupping Cassie's dangling tit. "Not that many 18 year old girls in his classes with a 34DD bust, I'll wager. Go ahead." "I offered to help him after school - you know - grading papers and stuff like that. One afternoon, he told me that I shouldn't stick around any more because he was getting very... attracted to me." "What did you do? Had you become bored with diddling around with the boys in school and wanted to try an older man?" "Most students my age are all so dopey," Cassie complained. "They listen to rap music and smoke cigarettes and swear!" "So you found Richard as attractive as he did you, I gather." "I loved him," Cassie said suddenly. "And he loved you?" "He said he did. He said his wife didn't understand him, and he had a lot of needs that she couldn't satisfy." "You could, however?" "I told him that I didn't know how to do stuff, because I never really had a boyfriend. I kissed some boys, but I didn't know about anything else." "He was willing to teach you though?" "Yes, he was very understanding and didn't make fun of me because I wasn't experienced," Cassie answered, continuing to stroke her grandfather's cock, which was getting longer by the minute. This was a fact that did not go unnoticed by her, as she looked nervously at the cock which now extended up to his navel, and the ominious looking crown of it. "What did he teach you?" "He took out his thing and showed me how to - you know - masturbate him." "Then what?" "This is embarrassing." "Cassie?" "He showed me how to satisfy him - orally." "He had you suck on his cock?" he asked, his cock surging at the mention of her mouth wrapped around her teacher's manhood. "You gave him oral sex?" "Yes." "Did he cum in your mouth?" "I can't hear you," he said impatiently, ignorning her affirmative nod. "Yes." "Did you like it when he ejaculated in your mouth?" "It made him - happy." "How about you?" "I guess so." "How many times did you suck his cock?" "I don't know. Lots." "Tell me about his cock. Was it like mine?" "No," Cassie said, her eyes trailing down to the very stiff instrument she continued to stroke. "He wasn't circumsized like you are." "How big was his cock, Cassie? As big as mine?" "I don't feel right talking about him like this." "Oh, I see. You're just the type of slut that wants to suck cocks and not talk about it?" he asked before anger crept back into his voice. "I asked you if his cock was as big as mine is?" "No," Cassie said softly, looking at the cock she was rubbing, and especially at the head of his member, which was now taut and looked even more enormous than ever. "Then what did you two do after he got tired of you sucking his cock? Is that when you started making love? Tell me about it. The time you first fucked." "It was after school. He told me that he loved me so much and he wanted to make love to me, but he was scared." "Of what?" he grunted, sweat pouring off his brow while he began to thrust himself against Cassie's hand. "He said that he didn't want to get me pregnant," Cassie said, her hand sub-consciously moving faster and harder along the bottom of her grandfather's member. "He said that my first time should be with somebody very special, and that maybe that somebody would be him someday, if he left his wife like he planned." "And?" he moaned, his face now as red as his penis. "He bent me over his desk, and pulled my skirt up and my panties down," Cassie said. "He had goo on his finger and he put it..." "In your ass? He put his finger in your ass?" "Yes. Then he put his thing next to my hole and he pushed it in." "Did it hurt," her grandfather sputtered, his twisted head lifting up off the bed. "When he put his cock in your ass?" "Yes - the first time," Cassie sobbed. "The times after that, not so much." Cassie felt the surge of semen against her palm as it raced up the length of the shaft, but she was still startled as his cock started spurting out jets of his milky white seed. The first volley landed on his neck and chest, and the ensuing spurts covered his hairy chest and stomach as his tool continued to belch out a copious amount of semen before finally tapering off to a trickle. "Clean me off," her grandfather said after his breathing returned to something approaching normal. "Use your panties." Cassie retrieved her underwear and under her grandfather's watchful eye she mopped up the cum that he had drenched himself with. Her panties were covered with semen by the time she had gotten done, and he nodded his approval when she had gotten him as dry as she could manage. "Wasn't that enjoyable?" he said as he stood up and put his robe back on. "I realize that for you, it wasn't as good as having your teacher stick his cock in your asshole, but I can assure you that tomorrow night will be even better. I promise you that much." "Oh, and here," he said before leaving the room. "I almost forgot." He set a white t-shirt on Cassie's night table; one of those old fashioned wife-beater tank tops that he was fond of wearing himself. "Wear this tomorrow, when you give Grandma her bath," he explained, "and wear it tomorrow night for my visit." "Why?" Cassie said meekly, as she held up the tiny garment. "Just do it." Cassie looked at her image in the mirror after her grandfather had gone, having almost forgotten she was naked. She quickly got into bed and turned off the light, but sleep wouldn't come. Sleep wouldn't come for quite a while, until the images of what had just taken place started replaying in her mind. Not until her fingers had found there way into her pussy and had begun to caress her clit, and she had brought herself to a rousing orgasm, did sleep finally come to Cassie that night. ... Chapter Seven: Bathing Grandma. Cassie looked at her reflection in the mirror and cringed. The white tank-top t-shirt was much too small for her, and her breasts were coming out the top of sides of the thin cotton garment, making her look and feel almost naked. She had gone out to the kitchen when she heard her grandfather getting ready to leave for work, and when he saw her in the shirt that he had told her to wear, he nodded approvingly. "You look spectacular," he said before leaving, giving her a peck on the cheek while pressing his body into her. "If she asks why you're wearing it, tell her it's because it's a warm day." It was a warm day, but that was no excuse for wearing such a revealing top, so Cassie decided to put a shirt over it until it was time to actually bathe her grandmother. This usually took place after lunch, and Cassie was nervous during the meal they shared, thinking about what her grandmother would say about her slutty choice of clothing. Grandma was such a sweet little lady that Cassie felt bad about letting her grandfather do what he had done to her. What would she think of her if she knew that she had used her hand on him? As she led her grandmother into the bathroom, after drawing the bath and setting up the chair that straddled the tub, she tried to take off the outer shirt as casually as she could, but it was like trying to hide an elephant in the middle of the room. "Oh my!" her grandmother exclaimed as she looked at Cassie in the t-shirt. "Uh - It's kind of hot today, and this way I won't get as wet," Cassie explained before hurriedly suggesting a solution to her relative undress. "If you want me to put the other shirt back on it's okay." "No dear, that's quite alright with me," she said as the older woman looked at Cassie's breasts straining against the fabric. "After all, you have to look at me naked every day, and that's no picnic." "Don't be silly," Cassie said as she helped her grandmother get her nightie off. "You're a pretty lady - you always have been." It was true that her grandmother was always an adorable looking woman. Cassie used to claim that she looked just like Peter Pan, or the woman that played the part in the movie. A tiny blonde pixie with a twinkle in her eye and an impish grin, and a trim, petite figure. Now, seeing her naked at this point in her life, she still looked very nice. Still very trim and lean despite her age, Cassie hoped that she would look that good in forty or so years. "I feel like a boy next to you," Grandma said as she eased into the chair. "I had no idea how well developed you are, Cassie. The boys must be following you all over town." "No, but that's fine by me," Cassie said as she sprayed her back with the portable shower head, resisting the urge to tell her that her husband was the main problem in her life. "You always dress so conservatively, that's probably why," she noted. "If I were built like you, I would have let the whole world know about it. I've always been so small breasted. That's what I would have loved to have had when I was young." "What's that Grandma?" "I would have loved to have been busty, like you are," she said, reaching up and cupping her own tiny orbs. "Grandfather would have liked that too, I'll bet! Boys never stared much at girls built like me." "Oh, I'll bet they chased you around plenty," Cassie noted, taking the opportunity to wash under her grandmother's arms and briefly scrub her breasts. Cassie Unwrapped She had done this a dozen times but had never given it a second thought until now, Now she was handling the same breasts her grandfather had, and looking at the same thick bush of pale brown hairs that covered the delta between her legs, she was looking at her in an entirely different way. Today she felt weird when she scrubbed her grandmother's crotch, and it seemed as if her grandmother was enjoying it today instead of enduring it as she had in the past. Cassie even thought that Grandma was looking at her breasts non-stop, which was silly, but that was an example of how warped her grandfather had made her. Imagining her grandmother was leering at her chest was absurd, as was thinking that she was enjoying the bath much more than usual. Grandma looked on approvingly as she lifted her arms up so that Cassie could lather up her underarms, and while Cassie had noticed the swirls of long, golden hairs that sprouted out of the deep pockets of her Grandma's armpits, knowing that this was her grandfather's idea made her look differently at them and her. "I always felt a little self-conscious about you seeing me like this," Grandma mentioned. "With all the hair under my arms, I mean, but I notice that you don't shave yours either." "Uh... thought I would let it grow for a while," Cassie explained, feeling her face flush with embarrasment. "If your grandfather saw that he would be most pleased. He doesn't believe that women should deface themselves by shaving." "I know," Cassie replied. "What's that, my dear?" "I mean, I know there's some men that feel that way," Cassie said hurriedly while rinsing her grandmother off. "The underarms are a very erogenous area," Grandma remarked as Cassie turned off the water. "An experienced lover will show you that, although I'm sure that someone as lovely as you is quite aware of things like that already." Cassie had cut the bath a little short and got her out of the tub as quick as she could, drying her off and getting a fresh nightie on the woman in no time. "You're getting around better every day, Grandma," Cassie noted as she brushed her hair. "Pretty soon you'll be taking care of yourself and you won't need me." "I suppose so, but I'm getting spoiled with all the care you've given me. I feel like a queen or something, the way you pamper me." "That's because I love you Grandma," Cassie said, giving her a kiss as she eased her into bed. "I love you too, honey," she replied and pulled her face close to hers so she could plant a kiss on her lips. "You're a sweetheart for giving up your summer for me. I hope we can make it up to you somehow." Keep your husband out of my room was what Cassie wanted to say, but instead she just smiled and closed the door behind her. And what was with that kiss, she thought to herself. Couldn't remember Grandma kissing her like that before. ... Chapter Eight: Grandfather returns. "You look beautiful in that shirt," he stated as he walked around Cassie, his eyes devouring the sight of her huge bosom threatening to explode from the tight confines of the cotton shirt, but when Cassie remained silent he got agitated. "What do you say when someone pays you a compliment?" "Thank you, Grandfather." "That's better," he answered. "Tell me Cassie dear, what did you grandmother think of the way you looked in your shirt." "Uh - she said I looked nice, I guess," Cassie stammered. "You can do better than that, my dear," he said, now standing behind Cassie and kissing her gently on the neck. "Tell me what she said. You remember what she said. You remember every word." "She said... this is embarrassing." "That's it. Play shy and modest. I find that so stimulating," he said as he ground his crotch into Cassie's backside. "What did she say?" "She said that she didn't realize how big my, you know, my breasts are." "What else?" "She said that she wished hers were big like mine." "I'll bet she did," he grunted, running his hands up and down Cassie's arms while his cock stiffened against her rump. "Did you play with her tits?" "No!" Cassie said in protest. "Of course not." "Didn't even touch them?" "I touched - well, gee, I was giving her a bath!" "I'll bet she liked that, didn't she? Her nipples - were they hard? Did they really pop out?" "Do you enjoy making me feel creepy?" Cassie snapped, her temper finally boiling over. "Do you really like having me say these sick things to you?" "Yes, I do," he said coldly, he cock surging against Cassie's ass. "I like it when you show your true inner self to me. I like it when I force you to admit to noticing things - things that you pretend to yourself you don't notice. Like your grandmother's breasts, for example. I'll wager you looked at those little tits long and hard today while you bathed her." "You're crazy." "Here," her grandfather said, still standing behind her as they faced the mirror on top of the dresser. "Play with them for me. For us." He had reached down and taken her hands, raising them up to her chest and pushed them into her breasts hard as he implored her to play with them. "Pretend you're all by yourself. Squeeze those jugs of yours," he insisted, and when Cassie started to half-heartedly hold them, he helped ground her hands into the soft flesh. "That's it," he said as he ground his cock into her backside, looking over her shoulder at their reflection in the mirror. "Knead them hard, like your Richard would if he was here." Cassie felt her nipples pop under her rough handling, and as much as she hated him, her grandfather's hot breath on her neck was exciting her as well. "I'm going to fuck you in the ass, Cassie," he informed her. "I'm going to let your savor the pleasure of having something more substantial reach places that haven't been reached before, and I'm going to stretch out your anus to limits you didn't believe possible." "Please - don't," Cassie whimpered. "Not tonight, my dear," he said, feeling Cassie's body relax. "Soon, but not tonight. Tonight you're going to suck my cock. You're going to suck it until I cum, and you're going to swallow every drop like a good girl." Grabbing Cassie by the hair, he pulled her away from the mirror and brought her over to the bed, turning her around to face him. "You can stop playing with your breasts now, unless you want to keep doing it that is," Grandpa chuckled. "Felt good, didn't it? Now get down on your knees and get busy." Cassie bit her lip as the tears began to trickle down her face, and when she looked at her grandfather, he was mocking her, making sad faces and the like. "Oh, the tears!" he exclaimed. "Poor little thief Cassie wants me to think that she doesn't want to do this. Would you rather I just tucked you in and left?" Cassie nodded, and he laughed in response, shaking his head at the pitiful sight before him, as well as the thought that he would do such a thing. "Get down there - drop my pajamas and start sucking my cock," he snapped, putting his hand on her shoulder and pushing her down to her knees. "It's like saying your prayers in a way with you down on your knees like this, ony now you're worshipping something that's very real. "I'm already hard, so half the work is done. Pretend it's your precious Richard's cock you're sucking," he sneered. "Imagine that he suddenly became well endowed." When Cassie hesitated, he grabbed Cassie by the scalp with one hand and pushed her face toward his swollen member, grabbing his swaying instrument in his fist and putting it to her lips. "Ahhhh!" he groaned as Cassie's mouth opened wide to allow the crown of his cock inside, and from that point, she was his. Her teeth brushed the ridge of his glans a few times at first, but a tug on her scalp got her to open wider. "Go down further on it!" he insisted, when her initial efforts didn't meet all of his expectations. "Take it deeper. I want my balls smacking against your chin." After a couple of minutes, Cassie's skull had become merely a repository. He held her head in his hands, bent his knees and thrust himself in and out of her mouth rapidly. When he looked at their image in the mirror, this seemed to only inflame him, and despite Cassie's gasping and gagging, he kept fucking her face. Mercifully, he came soon after, forcing Cassie to swallow his spunk as he came, and he kept thrusting until his cock went limp. With one last thrust, he let his flaccid cock slide down into Cassie's throat and held it there before slowly extracting his spent tool. "You can do better," he said as he let Cassie go and watch her turn away from him, coughing and gagging uncontrollably. "You will do better." ... Chapter Nine: Your ass is mine. The image in the mirror was as frightening to Cassie as it was exciting to her grandfather, and he had arranged them on the bed so that they could see each other. Cassie only looked when he grabbed her by the hair and lifted her head upwards, leaving her no choice but to look at their reflection. Cassie was on her knees, with her pert ass cheeks high in the air, wincing as he lubricated her anus with his long and bony index finger. He probed hard and he probed deep, and seemed to take delight in the discomfort he was causing her. Now he started working a second finger into the tiny puckered ring, stretching the little opening as he corkscrewed his middle and index finger into Cassie. "Ohh!" Cassie moaned as the digits went in to the hilt. "Relax dear," her grandfather said, his comforting tone a startling contrast to what he was doing. "Two fingers is nothing compared to what's coming." His cock was erect when he brought the tip to her anus, which stayed a little bit open after he pulled his fingers out, and he seemed surprised that the glans of his tool went in fairly easily until the prominent ridge came into play. Cassie cried out twice when he pushed forward; the first time when the head popped inside the balloon knot and the second time when he pushed himself all the way inside her hot cavity. "Oh... so tight," he grunted as he felt his cock tear into Cassie's ass, and chills went down his spine when her heard his granddaughter whimper underneath him. "Take it all, you little slut!" he spat out, pulling her head backwards with a fist full of her hair so he could see the expression on her face. "You're so tight. Are you sure you've really had a man up your ass before?" "It hurts," Cassie whined. "Feels good to me," he responded, pulling his cock almost all the way out of her steamy cavity before plunging forward hard. "It's... too big," Cassie cried out. "You're tearing me up inside." "Nonsense my dear," he said, holding onto her hair like a horse's reign as he began thrusting in and out faster, his nuts swinging against the inside of her thighs as he moved. "I'm making you a real woman, and I'll bet you're going to cum for me before I'm done with you." "Told you," he boasted a few minutes later, feeling her body quake when she had an orgasm even though she tried to keep quiet just to spite him and try to prove him wrong. He came right after she did, emptying his load deep into her ass as he let out a loud groan of satisfaction. He pulled his cock out as it deflated but kept Cassie's ass cheeks spread apart and watched with satisfaction as his cum began to ooze out of her gaping anus. "You're learning," he said with smugness and he climbed off the bed and looked down as his granddaughter who had slunk down onto her stomach. "Tomorrow night your education will be complete." ... Chapter Ten: Mom to the rescue. The next morning, Cassie waited until her grandfather left the house before leaving her room and going out to the kitchen. Walking was no easy, given the fact that her ass was sore and burning from the grandfather's treatment of her sensitive orifice. He seemed to enjoy hurting her, Cassie thought to herself as she looked at the phone. It wasn't like it had been with Richard. Richard had been tender and loving, so very unlike the savage way her grandfather had taken her. Cassie started to call her mother, but was startled when her grandmother suddenly appeared behind her, the hand resting lightly on her shoulder making her jump. "Calling somebody, dear?" Grandma asked in a gentle tone. "Uh. My Mom. Is that okay?" Cassie asked, feeling guilty about what she was about to do. "You miss her, don't you Cassie?" she asked. "Yes," Cassie said. "But I have to talk to her about something." "Something I can help you with?" she asked sweetly, her wrinkled hand kneading her shoulder as she spoke. "No, it's just that I have to leave here. I want to leave." "Leave already?" Grandma asked in a surprised tone. "But you've been taking such wonderful care of me." "You're almost all better," Cassie said, unable to look her grandmother in the eye. "You seem upset dear. There must be something else." "Grandma, I really don't want to discuss it." "Why don't we go to my room and talk?" she suggested. "My hip gets a little sore if I stand too long." Cassie agreed and followed her grandmother into the bedroom, walking in an equally hobbled manner, which was a fact that did not escape her grandmother's attention. "You're walking just like me, my dear," she noted. "He hurt me," Cassie sobbed, putting her arms around the frail woman and crying like a baby. "Grandpa did." "You mean when you let him fuck you in the ass?" "What?" Cassie said, stepping back from her grandmother like she had been zapped by static electricity. "I saw it all dear," her grandmother said with a grin, walking over to a picture on the wall and lifting it by one corner and exposing a large peephole that gave a perfect view of Cassie's room. "And while I'm sure it was a bit uncomfortable, you certainly seemed to be enjoying it." "You watched him do that to me and didn't stop it?" "Stop it? Why ever would I do that? Besides, Grandfather would not like that, would he? And he's so good, isn't it, even at his age. What a skilled cocksman he is!" Cassie had her hand over her mouth, not even realizing that she had been biting her own finger during this revelation, and stared at the woman she thought she knew. "As for your mother, there's no need to call her. She will be here tonight," Grandma said. "I've already spoken to her. You can tell her all about it when she gets here." "I will," Cassie's shaky voice replied. "I swear." "Good. Tell her how my husband fucked you in the ass with his beautiful cock, and how you had an orgasm that was so intense you'll never forget it. Tell her also how after he left the room you ended up fingering yourself to another orgasm." Cassie sobbed, remembering what she had done after Grandpa had left her room, and realizing that her grandmother had seen it all. "I can't believe that you watched me? You've been spying on me all along?" "We both did, Cassie," her grandmother said, her eyes sparkling wickedly. "After Grandpa got done with you," "Tonight's the night though," her grandmother explained. "As for now, you're correct in that I'm almost better. Getting around quite well, thanks to you, and I think it's time to test the old hip out." Never taking her eyes off of Cassie, her grandmother undid the knot that held her robe together and let it slide off of her shoulders and onto the floor. The petite body that Cassie had bathed so many times now looked quite different to her, and as she stared at Cassie she brought her hands up to her breasts, cupping and kneading the doughy cones through her blouse while biting her lip. "Get undressed," she directed Cassie, and when she was slow to react, her grandmother simply undid the row of buttons and pulled the shirt open. Cassie's bra had front hooks, and when Grandma started to unhook them, Cassie brought her hands up to stop her, but a voice from behind her made her jump. "Let your grandmother get that harness off of you," Grandpa said, and when a shocked Cassie glanced back she saw him leering at them. "Poor woman has been waiting for this for quite a while, haven't you Mother?" The silver haired grandmother giggled like a scholgirl at that, and when the last hook came free, the cups of the tight fitting bra burst open as Cassie's breasts burst free. The elder woman was all over them immediately, her weathered hands pawing and clutching at the huge orbs while almost drooling from the excitement. "Oh!" Cassie's grandmother moaned - groaned when she rubbed her breasts against Cassie's, their fat nipples drubbing each others as they touched. "Harder." "Crush those little tits of Grandma's," her grandfather hissed into her ear. "I don't want to do this," Cassie protested, and that response got laughed at by both of them. "I'll wager," her grandfather mused, quickly reaching under the waistband of Cassie's shorts and smiling even wider when his hand found what he was looking for. "I knew it! She's dripping wet!" "Give in to it Cassie," her grandmother said before burying her face deep into Cassie's cleavage and squeeing the huge globes around her head. "You know you want it." "I want to go home," Cassie whined. "Your mother will be here tonight to take you home," Grandfather said while pulling her shorts and pantied down. "That's then though, and this is now." "I want us both to have her at once," Grandmother said after pulling her head out from between Cassie's tits. "Before - you know, Father." "Splendid idea!" Cassie's grandfather said, pulling Cassie over to the side of the bed while his wife hobbled over and climbed on, reclining on her back. "Now straddle your grandmother's face, dear," her grandfather said, putting Cassie into position on her knees, and Cassie jumped when she felt her Grandma's tongue sliding along her moist opening. "Please - I have to go pee." "Oh, that will be fine with us, won't it Mother?" Grandpa asked his wife who was darting her tongue all over Cassie's clit. "Omigod, I think I would orgasm at the thought of it," Grandma said, her tongue working even faster at the suggestion. "It would make this sweet pussy taste even better." "What's wrong with you people?" Cassie cried. "Why are you acting like this? Are you getting senile or something?" "No, Cassie," her grandfather said while pushing her forward so she was on her hands and knees, and greasing her anus like he had the night before. "We've always been like this. How does it look from down there, Mother?" "Damn!" Cassie's grandmother gasped, her hands inside of her own pussy while gazing up at her husband's erection nearing the opening just above her face. "Stick that big thing way up inside her!" "As you wish!" Grandpa exclaimed, and with that he leaned forward, his balls dragging over his wife's face. "OW!" Cassie moaned as her grandfather's cock impaled her ass once more, driving her forward, and when he grabbed her by the neck and pushed her down Cassie found her face right in front of her grandmother's bush. "Eat that pussy!" her grandfather bellowed while he drove his cock even further up her ass. Her grandmother's tongue was lapping at her clitoris without mercy, making Cassie shiver despite herself, and when her grandfather kept pushing her face down with each thrust, commanding her to lick her grandmother's sex, she felt she had no choice. Cassie worked her tongue through the thickly haired opening, and although the smell was pungent and the taste was even worse, she tried to get it over with as fast as she could. "She's doing it, Father!" Cassie heard Grandma screech. "That's it Cassie! Tongue it good." It lasted far longer than Cassie had hoped, but after she heard her grandfather groan, and she felt his seed spurt deep into her bowels Cassie breathed a sigh of relief and took her mouth off of her grandmother's privates.