#age gap porn

My grandpa isn’t a very warm person. According to mum, he’s had a very rough life. He grew up in a very conservative family and had to work hard all his life. Unfortunately, my mum, my brother and me only added to the weight on his shoulders. My father left us when I was still in my mother’s womb and ever since then, gramps took care of us. In 18 years I didn’t really got to know the man, though. When I was a child, I was very frightened of him. He just has this dictatorial air around him that always seems to say ‘bugger off’. He can be very strict and when he gets angry, boy, you don’t want to be close to him. Not that he ever hit us, god no. It’s the power of his voice and the look in his eyes that can make you wanna shrink to the size of a mouse.
He was never mean, though, or unkind. He bought us presents, he praised us when we’ve been good. He just isn’t the ‘come-hug-me-grandpa‘ most of my friends have.

But I made my peace with that and am very grateful that he supported us, gave as a lovely home and loved us, in his own way.

During the past few months, unfortunately, things have been rough. Gramps’ firm he’s been working for over thirty years went bust and since then he workes several low-paying jobs to keep us over water. My mum can’t work due to mental problems and gramps forbade my brother and me to work, always saying that we should focus on our education.

Gramps is constantly sleep deprived and stressed and we all worry about him. My mum is the only one allowed to speak to him about serious matters, so when she tries to make him realize that we have to sell the house and move to a smaller place, he snaps at her with a voice that drones in all our ears. He glares at her with his steel blue eyes, then he leaves. After dinner he usually goes down into the built-in sauna in the cellar, staying there for at least an hour.

It is dead silent in the house. The tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife. I feel bad for him, I really do. He’s a good man. We shouldn’t have said anything. This is the house he has raised his children in, the only thing in the world he owns. Telling this proud man to sell it must have been like a slap in the face. The wish to apologize is what makes me undress and wrap my young body in a purple towel. No clothes allowed in the sauna. One of his many rules.

I enter the cellar, announcing my arrival by shutting the door soundly. Just a few steps away is the sauna my gramps built with his own hands.

Through the little square window in the door I see how he drapes the towel over his lap. I give him a shy smile, meeting his sharp eyes. After a few seconds, he nods and I quickly enter. If we would have a closer relationship, I might have apologized verbally, but as stated before, we don’t. Neither is gramps a man who appreciates to talk much. So I go to sit down on the other side of the sauna, not saying anything. My presence is to tell him what I feel. That might be the one special bond we have. When gramps is really pissed off, the only one he tolerates in his presence is me.

For a while we just sit and sweat, like we have done a million times before. I really don’t know what makes me look at his lap. But when I do, I see this fucking huge bulge under the towel. From one moment to the other I understand what gramps is doing here when he’s alone. Of course. It all makes so much sense. The poor man is so stressed. He has to blow off steam, somehow. Masturbating is certainly an easy way, although it didn’t help much according to the way he’s been these last weeks. I bet he needs more…

My pussy twitches when a picture of that ‘more’ invades my mind. My gramps needs to fuck. And in my head, he’s fucking me. At first, I’m shocked and disgusted with myself. My first instinct is to run upstairs into my room, fall to my knees and pray. But I don’t. In fact I stay and keep oggling the bulge, more mental pictures filling my head.

Grandpa has been so good to us. Would it really be so horrible if I gave him something back? It would just be, what, 20 minutes? How long can I man this old last? If my body can help him relax at least for a little while, revive some of his energy, shouldn’t I let him have it after he’s spent the last 18 years working hard to take care of us?

Just when I muse about this does my gramps meet my eyes. A violent shiver runs through my body, pooling between my legs. It’s like he’s calling me with his eyes, almost begging me to help him. 

That’s when I stand up.

I walk over to him and settle down next to him. Then I unfold my towel, expose my naked body to my grandfather’s eyes.

I can only so much as offer, pushing out my perky breasts with the little pink nipples and spread my legs a little, exposing my waxed slit.

Gramps has to make the decision. He’s the head of this house.

Not even thirty seconds do pass, then he puts his arm around me and pulls his towel of his lap.

Fuck, his cock is long and thick, the tip an angry red, the shaft emerging from a bush of white hair. His balls are huge.

“Did your mother tell you to come?” he asks, his voice low and a little raspy.

I shake my head.

“I see.”

His eyes focus on my breasts. A second later, his hand cups my tit, squeezes it gently.

I gasp.

Instantly, his other hand clasps my arm, keeping me in place. Not that I would want to go anywhere.

His callused hand feels good. So good. I push my breast into his hand and he squeezes it again. Then the other. Both my pink nipples stiffen within seconds.

Gramps bends down and I gasp loudly when he sucks my left nipple into his hot mouth. His swirling tongue sends my head spinning.

As soon as his hand glides down my belly, I spread my legs to make room for his hand. My eyes flutter shut when his big hand covers my pussy and my legs twitch when his fingers slip into my folds to explore.

“Good girl”, he praises me softly, his lips brushing over my nipple.

“Put your feet on the bench. Open up for your grandpa.”

As soon as I do, two big fingers push into my hole. I can’t help but moan, my channel stretched so nicely.

“You’re getting wet so fast. Good girl.”

I can’t help but look down through heavy eyelids and watch my gramps suckle my tit and slowly fuck my pussy with his fingers.

Fuck, this feels so fucking good. I really shouldn’t enjoy it that much. This was supposed to just be for him, but his hot mouth, his clever tongue and his big fingers are turning me on so much. My hips start to roll and gramps bends his fingers-

I let out a moan.

God, he’s found my G-spot! Fucking hell!

He  penetrates it while he licks my nipple with his old tongue, drenching my pussy within minutes. Her greedy, slurpy sounds fill the sauna.

Only when she is drooling on the bench does he pulls his fingers out. He looks at me when he licks the pussy juice of his granddaughter off of them.

“Will you be a good girl and let me fuck your little pussy?”

Damn, I can’t nod fast enough. My skin is hot and sweating, not only from the high temperature in the sauna. My heart is drumming in my chest and the lust is flowing through my veins like fire.

“Good. But first, baby, you will suck my cock. I haven’t had a mouth on him in years.”

With that he leans back and looks at me expectantly. Obediently - and oh so wantonly - I get on all fours and shove that big old dick into my throat.

I suck him hard and fast at first, greedy for his taste. When my mouth is filled with it, I calm down a bit. My gramps tastes so delicious. My tongue lavishes over every inch of him, circles around the soft tip only to slide down and lick the big balls.

Grandpa’s hand wanders into my hair and strokes my head in such a loving way that it drives tears into my eyes.

“Take him in your mouth, baby. He wants to be in your mouth.”

I do as I’m told and enjoy his cock stretch my throat as I suck him in deep. Gramps growls approvingly and his hand continues to stroke my head, only making me want to pleasure him more.

For minutes do I suck him, feel the blood pulsate through his shaft as I lick over his skin, enjoy the silken texture of his head, kiss it with nothing but love before I poke the tip of my tongue into the little slit. My hand has a tight grip on his balls, alternating between gently massaging and pulling.
When gramps finally pulls at my hair, I let out a complaining whimper.

“Enough. Don’t be greedy, naughty girl. On your back now.”

We stand up and grandpa takes the time to arrange our towels, making sure I have a bit of comfort as I lie down on my back, one calf resting on the higher bench while gramps hooks his arm under the other. With a hammering heart I watch him kneel between my legs and grab his glistening cock.

Why does this feel so right, I can’t help but wonder. Why am I not disgusted, ashamed or frightened?

I feel so close to him know as he guides his big cock to my wet little entrance.

And when he slowly fills me, stretches me, the love that I feel for him overflows my system.

I cry out his name and he comes to lie on top of me, his thick chest hair scratching my skin. Just when the last inch of him pushes inside of me, his lips
press down on mine.

I sling my arms around his neck and before I know it I’m heavily making out with my grandfather while he slowly fucks my teen pussy with his old man cock. He is so gentle and tender now, it makes me want to cry.

I love this man so much. I want to give him all he needs.

With tears in my eyes I beg him to fuck me harder.

“Naughty girl”, he groans and bites into my nipple, at the same time thrusting his cock into my drooling cunt.

I squeal with delight.

Our fucking sounds drone in my ears, his body hair scratches over my nipples in such a fantastic way. He kisses me all over, whispering what a good little girl I am for letting him fuck my tight little pussy.

I love the way he talks to me.

When he is fucking me into the bench hard and fast and I can’t breathe anymore from all the pleasure, I suddenly hear his voice right next to my ear:

“Will you be a good girl and let grandpa come inside you? Let him fill up your womb with his old sperm?”

I want to scream yes, but instead I just scream, coming so hard I almost faint.

Gramps slams his cock into me to the hilt, sealing my clenching hole. And then, fuck, then he makes his words follow action and squirts his semen into me.

The best fucking feeling in the world.

Our mouths find each other while we’re still climaxing, our tongues stroking and our lips kissing hard. Groaning into my mouth grandpa thrusts into me again and again, giving me every drop his balls have produced.

When it’s over, it’s heavenly peace for both of us.

“From now on, baby, every night.”

I nod and kiss him deeply.

Then he lifts himself off of me, grabbing my hair and pulling me between his legs. I suck his cock clean with my eyes closed, the taste of both of us exploding in my mouth. Yummy.

I can’t wait for tomorrow night, when I can serve my grandpa again, letting him use my body to relief some stress after a day of hard work.

Tags: somnophilia, daddy/daughter, incest, non-con, vaginal sex, cunnilingus, impregnation
WARNING: Non-con, aka drunk daughter

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For every father there is that inevitable moment when you realize your little darling angel has lost her wings. In Stephen’s case, this happens tonight. Right now. His teen daughter has just come home. Or to be more exact, has been dumped on his doorstep. She’s been out partying with her friends, who he guesses have been the ones bringing her here and ringing the bell before they dashed, too scared to face him.
„I can’t believe this“, his wife says, looking at the passed out girl, just as shocked as he is. „She’s always been such a clever girl. I never would have suspected…“
„Yeah“, Stephen interrupts her, still having a hard time processing this image of his fallen angel.
„I’ll carry her upstairs.“
The strong scent of liquor fills his nose when he lifts her on his arms, mixed with the scent of smoke and her.
„Please be careful. And undress her, will you. I need a cigarette.“

„You quit 2 years ago, darling.“
„And now I start.“
His wife leaves, shook to the core, so Stephens does as he said and carries his daughter to her bedroom. Anger and disappoinment are making his grip tight and his steps fast. Some hustling with the damned door – which he sort of kicks open in the end – then he’s in her room, kicking the door shut again, not bothering to be silent. It’s obvious she won’t wake up tonight. Which makes the next task oh so more difficult and bothersome.
Stephen sits her down on the bed, struggling to keep her limp body uright as he pulls off her jacket. As soon as he manages he lets go of her, her body falling back on the mattress, bouncing. It would have been funny if he wasn’t so angry. He kneels down in front of her and pulls off her high heels. The naked foot is hot in his hand, the skin soft and sweaty, some red spots on the delicate, pale skin. Being the caring father he is he forgets that he’s angry and gently strokes the bruises. Then he does the same to the other. He sighs.
„I knew this was a mistake. I knew your friends would seduce you to drink. But no, your mum said you’re old enough, you’re cleverer than that…and now here we are.“
He keeps rambling like this as he pushes up her top, his eyes catching sight of the creamy skin of her belly and her cute little belly button, which he has kissed millions of times when she was a baby. A sweet, happy, innocent girl. Not this stinking drunk…woman, he thinks when he pushes the red top over her breasts, uncovering a turquoise push-up bra. Her favorite color. He spots a little mole on top of her small but brimming right mound. That’s new. He hasn’t seen that before. Without thinking he reaches out and rubs over the dark spot with his thumb. The warm, soft skin makes him do it again. And a third time. Then he clears his throat and averts his eyes, refocusing on the job.
„Up we go!“
He pulls at her arms and she’s up again, her face resting on his shoulder as he fumbles her arms through the straps of her shirt and bra. Biting his bottom lip he pulls the shirt off his sleeping daughter. Then he opens her bra with one hand. He pulls that off, too. Not looking, of course. Instead he lays her back on the bed – more gently now – and gets up to look for her nighty.

He tells himself he doesn’t look at the perky teen tits with its almost pink little nipples when he pulls her arms up so he can redress her. He pretends to not notice the silken texture of said nipples when he accidentally grazes one of them with his knuckle as he pulls the shirt down. Yet he feels warmer than before as he opens the bottom of her too tight black jeans. How did she even get in there, he wonders and gets to stand over her, her legs between his, and pulls roughly. The fabric obeys and shifts over her full ass…taking the panties with them. Paul is met with the full sight of his daughter’s vulva. Her waxed vulva, that is. The beginning of the slit staring back at him, whispering of velvety, puffy lips. As he stares, his mouth fills with water. Her scent has reached his nose, doing its job. Stephen’s swallows down his spit as he guiltily averts his eyes and pulls the jeans down to her ankles, the panties freeing themselves on her knees.
Once again Stephen is pretending. Desperately pretending that his cock is not swelling in his grey sweat pants. He tries to not see the bulge growing as he pulls the blasted jeans off his daughter and tosses it away. He also doesn’t try to look at that - admittedly – beautiful little slit again as he pulls the silken turquoise panties up her creamy thighs.
„Jesus.“
Obviously, he failed. Due to his kneeling position he has excellent view. The panties wander down again. Stephen swallows hard – and spreads his daughter’s legs.
This. This is without a doubt the most beautiful pussy he has ever seen. Those lips, good lord, they’re perfection. Pink and puffy, the slit itself small, hiding the inner lips and the clit completely. Even if he…yeah, even if he spreads the legs some more.

„You’ll make a man very happy one day, baby…“ he can’t help but say, his own voice sounding strange to him.
„That is, if you learn to behave yourself…such a naughty, naughty girl you are. Your mom and I are so disappointed in you.“
While he speaks, his hands wander up and down her thighs. Without noticing he leans further and futher down, his fingers wandering up the insides of her thighs. His heart is drumming against his chest. His eyes dart to her face, then behind him to the door – still closed – and back to the slit.

Chewing at the inside of his cheek, he watches his fingertips sliding higher and higher, right to the top of the thighs, into the dip…
Stephen can’t help it. He pulls. Opens his daughter’s pussy up like a flower. His mouth runs dry.
Inner lips like rose petals. A prominent clit, begging for attention. And a tight, tight hole.
Before he knows, his fingertip is in it. He grunts against his tightly shut mouth as he pushes the digit in all the way. God, she’s tight. He can hardly move. And yet he does, in and out, in and out. All the way in. Staying there. Checking if she’s still sleeping. If the door’s still closed.
„God, baby…you naughty girl…letting your dad do this…let him finger you like this…“
Stephen’s blood is boiling. He feels light headed. Most of his blood is pumping through his cock. It bounces when he roughly pulls down his sweatpants, freeing the damned thing and taking it into his free hand, pressing it hard in a weak attempt to get it down. While his other finger is still inside his daughter, rubbing her walls, exploring her cave like he has any right to do so. Which he doesn’t. He knows that. Yet, he can’t blame anyone but her for this terrible turn of events.
„You’re the one who got drunk“, he whispers sternly, pushing his finger in and out of his daughter.
„You’re the irresponsible one…passed out…not stopping your dad from stuffing your slit with his finger…“

He grunts and bites into her knee.

Wetness.
On the tip of his finger. He watches it fucking her hole, panting hotly against her flesh. His face is too close, he knows that. He knows very well what he’s doing.
The thing is, though…she’s getting wet.
So, so wet.
Soon, her little pussy is smacking happily. Loudly. His finger is slick and covered in her juice. He pulls it out and pushes it into his mouth, sucking hard. The taste explodes on his tongue. He’s a lost man from here. He’s a pussy eater. His record is four hours straight, licking the pussy this pussy came out of. Fuck, this thought is so hot.

Almost hastily now he straightens to get her in position, throws her pale thighs over his shoulders and pulls his meal right in front of him.
„You’re a very bad girl, making me do this“, he pants. And then he buries his face in his daughter’s pussy. He devours her with long strokes with the flat of his tongue, spreading his spit all over that beautiful slit, sucking first on her outer lips, then on her inner. As her juices flow, so does his saliva. He’s not holding back, soils the pink flesh with it before he licks and sucks it off again, Stephen’s eyes dart up when his lips clamp around her clit and start sucking, the sight of his sleeping girl’s face only fueling his arousal. She has no clue what he’s doing. Her body is all his.
The cock between his legs bobs excitedly.

Stephen pushes her nighty over her breasts and cups them, squeezing firmly and twisting her nipples. If she’s anything like her mother, this should-

Ah, there.
With a maniac snicker does suck the juices out of her convulsing hole. Hmmm, his daughter has a lot to give.
Stephen doesn’t give her body rest. He thrusts his tongue into that clenching hole and twists her nipples, rubbing her clit with his nose. He groans when she comes again almost instantly.
„Oh, you dirty girl“, he grunts into her flesh, rubbing his face through that delicious slit. „Begging me to fuck you, to put my cock into that heavenly wet slit.
His entire body is trembling as he stands up and rips off his clothes. He needs to be naked for this.

„If your mom wasn’t there I’d fuck you all night long, dirty girl.“
He climbs on top of her, licking her body here and there, sucking on each, now red nipple, before he  licks her lips.

„My drunk little whore. With that needy wet pussy.“
Speaking of which, he looks down and grabs his throbbing meat, guides it to the hot wet hole and pushes into it.
„Fuck, you’re so tight. You’re not a virgin, are you?“

The thought makes him even hornier.
„Let’s see, shall we?“
With a rough, mattress squeaking thrust, he slams his dick into that tight cunt. A hot shiver runs up his spine, the weight of this moment settling on his mind and soul. No shame. Just pure, incestuous lust for the girl he made. He kisses her forehead and her lips, then he looks down as he pulls out.
„Nope, not a virgin. Such a dirty, dirty girl.“
He pushes back into the wet heat of his daughter, closing his eyes. He loses himself almost instantly, forgetting everything around him, moaning and grunting as he fucks his unconscious child as he pleases, fast and slow, always deep. Every inch he can reach he either licks, bites or sucks into his mouth. Her nipples are raw by the time he lets them plop out of his mouth, the red so pretty on top of her pale little mounds.
And he kisses her. A lot. With his full weight on her, his hips pushing his cock into her tight hole, he opens her mouth and licks her tongue with devlish pleasure. It’s wonderful. So is looking into her serene face when he pushes in all the way.

„I’m almost there, baby. In a few minutes I’ll fill up your hungry little womb with my daddy sperm, maybe give you a child of your own…would you like that, baby? Would you like to carry your daddy’s baby?“

He grunts at the thought of her belly swollen with his child and buries his face in her neck, grabbing her hair and thrusting into his favorite girl as hard and fast as he needs to go. Not long and she comes again, milking him hard. With pure bliss on his face Stephen lets go, shooting his load into that thirsty womb.
„There you go“, he pants when he’s back from incest heaven and lifts his head, looking down at her.

„I won’t clean you. I want my cum swirling around inside you all night. I want you to feel it stick to your lips in the morning. My sweet, naughty girl.“
He kisses her all over, taking her nighty with him as he wanders down, pulling it over his head when he buries his face in her cunt one last time, stuffing his cum into her cunt, using his tongue. Her heat and her smell drive him insane. Fucking gorgeous, this pussy.

Just when he thinks he might go again, after all, his wife calls up the stairs. He shouts back that he’ll be right down, in between kissing this perfect pussy. One more minute does he dare, then he forces himself to get up, pull up her panties and put her under the covers.

„Sleep tight, baby girl. Dream of me.“

Tags: daddy/daughter, rough sex (dub-con), defloration, adultery

It has always been Daddy and me. Just the two of us against the rest of the world, as he always said. I’ve never had the feeling that something - or better said someone - was missing in my life, i.e. a mother. And for most of my life I thought he felt the same way.
That was until one night - I intended to stay at my best friend’s house overnight, but we had a fight - I came home and was greeted with obnoxious moans and squeals. They lured me into the living room and there he was, my beloved Daddy, fucking the shit out of some woman, his hips slamming against her hard and fast, the noise of their skin slapping together droning in my ears.
That’s when my childhood was over.
I never had sexual feelings for my father before, but in that moment I was flooded with them. They confused and scared me and I screamed. Daddy jumped off of the stranger, his eyes wide with shock. But all I could see was how his cock pulled out of that hole and flopped about, long and thick, glistening with another woman’s juice.
I lunged at the lady like a crazy person. If Daddy hadn’t caught me, I would have scratched her fucking eyes out.
But he did, his strong arms slinging around me, pressing my struggling body against him, the long, still erect cock pressing against my leggings-clad ass, soiling the black fabric with the strange juice. It made me even more furious.
I kicked and screamed like a crazy person. Daddy had to throw me on the bed and lock me in my room, where I cried my eyes out for hours until I fell asleep eventually. In my dream I saw this beautiful thick cock - and it fucked me in various positions. A violent orgasm shook me awake and as I quivered in my bed, I realized that something good and pure had been shattered. 

During the two years that follow I continue to have those dreams. The relationship with my father is completely altered. We barely talk, we don’t touch, we hardly look at each other. The distance grows until it feels like living with a stranger.
As if this isn’t bad enough, Daddy enters a relationship. He doesn’t ask me if she can move in. It is his house, after all. Melanie is her name. I hate her. Because she is beautiful. Because she makes him smile and laugh. Because I think he loves her, too.
As often as possible I stay at a friend’s house. I just can’t stand being around them, listening to them talk, joke…fuck. When I am at home I feel like an unwanted ghost.
I cry a lot. I also masturbate a lot. On their bed, when they’re not home. I lie in their bed naked and rub my pussy until my juice is soiling the duvet and I come screaming. Sometimes I wipe my pussy on Daddy’s pillow afterwards. I don’t know why I do it at this point. I still don’t understand why I’m so miserable and angry. There is almost one more year - and one proposal- of this misery.

Daddy wants to get married to this woman. He wants her in his life, forever. He wants her more than me. When they break the news to me I only look at him as tears well up in my eyes, then I flee the house. I run and run, until my lungs are burning. The anger is still there. So fucking much of it. I have to get it out or it’ll destroy me.

In my rage I pick up a stone and smash the wind shield of a car. The alarm that goes off catapults me back into reality and I panic, running away again.
Luckily, no one finds out it was me.

By the day of the wedding, I feel nothing but pain. I stand behind Melanie as a bridesmaid, a bunch of flowers in my hand. I am frozen to the spot and with a fast beating heart I watch my father take his vow. Our eyes meet before he says ‘I do’ and I feel my heart breaking.

This is wrong. So, so fucking wrong. But there is nothing I can do.

I try to leave as soon as possible, but that bitch - my new ‘mummy’ - grabs my arm and pulls me back, calling me childish and rude.

I snap and slap her. Gosh, that feels so good. But only for a second.
Then Daddy’s there. He grasps my arm and without a word he drags me out of ballroom and shoves me into the elevator, pressing our floor. His big hand is clasped around me the entire ride up, bruising me. He doesn’t look at me, stares straight ahead until the doors open. He marches on, dragging me behind. The closer we get to the room, the angrier I get. I’m just so hurt. He’s made his choice. He wants her. Not me. Not me. Not me…Not me!

I begin to struggle, try to pry his fingers off of me. Fingers that touched her millions of times. To hell with her! To hell with him!

Hot tears are streaming down my eyes now, ruining my make-up. I push and pull and hit him, making a scene on a thank-god empty floor. In the end, Daddy grabs my long dark hair and pulls so roughly I let out a painful yelp.
Never has he touched me so hard, so violent. I’m shocked and scared and struggle some more. I want to get away from him, only away! I can’t bear this anymore!

We arrive at the honey moon suite and Dad fishes out the key card, pulling at my hair as I try to get away again. As soon as the beep signals that the door is unlocked I’m shoved into the room and pressed against the slammed shut door. Not a second later a hard slap lands on my ass and I yelp.
Another slap, so fucking hard. I scream. His hand clasps my mouth shut. Another slap. I push away from the door, only to get pressed against it, Daddy’s big, strong body squishing me. His mouth is at my ear. He’s panting hard, as am I.

Suddenly, a rough thrust of his hips against mine. It’s only a second, but I feel…feel his dick between my ass cheeks, long and rock hard. A violent shiver rushes up my spine, making me feel dizzy. My body takes control and pushes the ass against that big rod. Dad tears at my hair roughly and I yelp. His hot mouth clasps around my throat, his sharp teeth dig into my skin, his hot pants hit my sensitive skin. He increases the pressure rapidly, until I yelp and try to get away, pushing my ass against him again. Gosh, he’s so hard…
Another violent slap on my ass makes me scream into Daddy’s hand. His hips try to pin me to the door again, his fingers slipping between my lips: I bite hard. A growl, then I’m free.
For a second.
Only two steps, then his arm wraps around my front. Instantly I try to get away, desperate and frightened and so overwhelmed with this situation. He grabs me, pulls at my tender skin, hurts me.
The sound of fabric tearing drones in my ears. I yelp and push against Daddy’s arms when he catches me again. As we struggle he steers us towards the big, rose-pedal-covered bed and I panic, knowing that once he gets me on there, I’m helpless. I give it all my strength, but he’s just so much bigger and stronger. He presses me against his front for the last few steps, his nails scratching my skin as he hooks his fingers into my bra and pulls it down. He finds my nipple hard when he grabs my tit firmly, sending a wave of arousal through my panicking system.
Now me shin bumps against the bed and I yelp as I am being thrown down, the sound muffled by the soft sheets. What happens next is only a blur, the violence of it all gives my brain I short. All I can do is struggle and taking desperate pants as I feel my skirt being pushed over my ass and my thong roughly torn off my body. The sound of the zipper will haunt me forever. Daddy’s everywhere, I smell and feel him all around me, his hand around my throat as his knee spreads my legs-
I scream when Daddy slams his fat, hot cock into my cunt, taking my virginity. He lets me as he thrusts into me hard and oh so fucking deep, his face buried in my hair, every thrust accompanied with a throaty grunt, so animalistic, so urgent. My bleeding cunt clenches around him heavenly, my tight hole making him dizzy with lust. It only takes so many thrusts into his daughters freshly deflowered cunt before he cums, slamming his cock into the hilt and force-feeding my womb with his sperm. It is then I follow, an orgasm so hard I fear I faint taking a hold of me and my pussy milks him hungrily for more. Daddy’s high-pitched grunt is the last thing I hear as I ride my climax.

It has fallen quiet in the honeymoons suite. On the bed lie I, my dress and underwear torn, my legs spread wide. On top of me my father, his big hand still around my throat, his face in my hair, his cock still inside me; still semi-hard and pulsating. Tears are streaming down my face, ruining my make-up and the sheets. I can hardly breathe with Daddy’s weight on me. My pussy is burning like hell. At first, I’m scared to move. My head is completely empty. For the first time in years, my mind is quiet. The numbness in my body – gone. Now my entire focus is on him. Finally, I feel and smell him again. The body contact, even through his clothes, is so intense. Part of me is exhausted to the soul. Part of me finally feels alive again.
As soon as I dare to move, Daddy pushes into me again and the grip around my throat tightens. Breathing against my scalp he starts to fuck me, now slow and deep. My cunt is sore and burning, yet his swelling cock sends a wave of pleasure through me and I let out the slightest of moans. When I relax my legs and tilt my hips so that Daddy can push even deeper, he trembles on top of me. Still holding me by the throat he stems up his upper body with the other and fucks me properly. I can feel his eyes on me the whole time until he makes me come again, following suit as soon as my little cunt milks his fat cock. After that he leans back and hastily takes off his clothes, his intense look and his cock inside me holding me in place. When the upper part of his body is naked he opens my bra and pulls down my dress. I can feel he’s reluctant, but if he wants me naked, he has to pull out. I moan when he does, the sensation painful for body and soul. I feel wrong and empty without his dick in me now. I only move when Daddy’s hand tell me to, otherwise I keep lying on me belly while he takes off my dress, underwear and shoes. I can only hear him pull down and step out of his pants, shoes and socks. My heart is beating fast as I wait and wait and wait for his next move. A part of me is afraid he’ll leave any second. Relief washes over me when the mattress between my legs yields. For the third time he takes me from behind. Neither of us is ready to look the other in the eyes. This time, I lift my ass and Daddy holds on to my hips as he fucks me, the speed quickly building to fast thrusts that sends me to heaven and back within minutes. This time though, Daddy pulls out when I milk him, his hot rod between my labia while he rubs my back and ass. Shortly after I stop shaking and drooling on my Daddy’s cock, his hand curls around my shoulder. My heart skips a beat when Daddy turns me around. Our eyes meet. I start crying again. He swallows my sobs with long, deep kisses.
Lying down next to me, his tongue rubbing mine so expertly, he spreads my legs with his hand, brushing down the inside of my thigh straight to the honey pot. Index and middle finger trap my wet clit and I moan as he rubs it between them. Eagerly my tongue pushes into his mouth, Daddy driving me insane with his teasing. He has to swallow my whimper when he inserts two fingers into me, but he doesn’t mind. Gently he fucks me with them, the wet sounds of my drooling cunt filling the honeymoon suit. Too soon does he pull out, painting circles on my belly before he curls his wet fingers around my breast and bends down to suck the nipple past his lips. Greedily does he suck and lick my nipple, finishing the glorious torture by nipping at my little nub. When he sucks my other breast deep into his mouth I finally dare to move. Not dare. I have to. My entire body is burning with need for my father’s big cock. Almost desperately I wrap my head around his hot thing and beggingly squeeze it. As if he’s only waited for that Daddy let’s my tit plop out of his mouth and rolls on top of me. His eyes are burning as his hands cup my face. With a forceful thrust he buries his cock once more. His fucks me slow, but his thrusts are hard and deep. The air around us is thick and smells of sex. Daddy’s eyes are dark and burn with a dominant, demanding fire. Reacting on pure instinct I pull my legs to my body, handing all the control over to him.
I know he’s still angry. I’m still hurt.
It takes two more hours to fuck those feelings away. I give myself to him completely, let him take me however he wants. We fuck on the floor, against the door, against the full-length window, in the shower and in the bed again. Every time he has a tight hold on me, either on my throat or my hair, telling me I am his. And by opening my legs and lifting my arse I tell him I want nothing else. I fall to my knees and blow him at the slightest tug on my hair, swallow his cock hungrily while I look up at him with begging eyes. That’s what finally extinguishes that dark fire and when he shoots his load into my womb for the last time, a heavenly peace settles within me.

By the time the sun comes up, we’re lying in bed, Daddy holding me close against him, his cock still inside me as we drift off to sleep. I can only assume Melanie and the guests have left the premises. She has banged on the door hours ago, as we were 69-ing. Daddy was hungrily tongue-fucking me while his wife was calling out to him, wishing him to hell and sobbing. I couldn’t help but giggle, sucking on my Daddy’s cock with nothing but satisfaction. He punished me with a thrust down my throat, but I knew it turned him on just as much. He came hard while she was still screaming, holding me down and pumping his cum into me, groaning loudly against my pussy. I drank it all, still smiling and blissfully licking him clean while she cried on the other side of the door.

My Daddy is mine, bitch.

Now, half a year later, Daddy and I are living in a different state. I’m in the sixth month of my pregnancy and Daddy is between my legs, a hand tenderly placed on my swollen belly while he hammers into me. As always our gazes are locked until he comes, pulling out and unloading onto my belly. I love that. Tenderly he spreads his jizz on my taught skin with his glistening tip, squeezing out the rest of it. Then he smiles and disappears behind my baby bump, his wet tongue plowing through my hard-fucked slit a second later. Daddy always makes sure I am happy and satisfied.

He’s the best dad in the world and I couldn’t love him more.

Tags: Grandfather x granddaughter, incest, age gap porn, face-sitting, vaginal sex, voyeurism

„Ugh, it’s way too hot this morning. This is going to be a horrible day.”

Only dressed in pink hot pants and turqoise holter top I enter the kitchen. Dad and my brother Rafael are already sitting at the breakfast table. Mom is standing at the counter frying the bacon. I sit down and grab a toast.

“Raffi, go wake your grandfather.”

The teenage boy only grunts and keeps scrolling on his phone. Before a fight can ensue I speak up.

“I’m going. It takes forever to get him out of bed and lets face, Raf doesn’t have the endurance.”

I put my toast down and get up, feeling Rafael’s eyes on my little ass. He’s a horny teen, I don’t blame him.

The thing is, I’m a horny teen, too. Just that I am of age and he’s not. I carry my eighteen-year-old ass up the stairs to my grandfather’s room; previously the guest room. Since granny died three years ago he’s lived with us. And ever since then he’s been after me. Not that he’d actually gone through with it. There were hungry looks, situations he used to press his cock against my ass or front, always hard, and some dirty words whispered into my ear.

At first I was shocked of course, but soon enough I came to enjoy it. I was so sure that he’d take advantage of me the day I turned 18. But grandpa was pretty unpredictable. So now I take the opportunity to get the flirting started again. My ego has suffered since he stopped molesting me.

I don’t bother to knock before I enter his room. At the door, I call out his name. When he doesn’t move I walk over to the free-standing bed and hop into it. To my greatest pleasure he’s lying on his back. Without hesitance I straddle him and put my hands next to his head.

“Gramps! Granddaddy! Wake up! Breakfast is ready.”

I shift my hips until I can feel that old cock underneath my pussy. Then I start rolling my hips. Not just a little. Long, languid movements, unmistakeably sexual.

Within seconds the old cock swells and hardens and I can increase the pressure. It reminds me of riding my pillow. It’s just so much better to do it on a real cock.

Before he opens his eyes, Gramps smiles. His hands emerge from the blanket and close around my hips. Then he lets out a long hum. Finally, his blue eyes open.

“That’s a way to wake up,” he grins and bends his legs so he can push against my pussy.

“I’m just playing gee-gees, like we used to when I was little,” I tease him and take a particularly long roll over his cock. His bearded face grins.  

“When you were little we also cuddled under the blanket. Remember, baby?”

He grips my hips and thrusts upwards, pushing his cock between my pussy lips. I squeal and he chuckles, wiggling his eyebrows at me.

“Do you dare to come cuddle, naughty girl?”

Challenging me? Me?!

Yeah, right.

Within seconds I rolled off of him and under the blanket grandpa had lifted up for me. And then I was trapped underneath his big arm. He pulled me flush against his big belly and my ass against his stiff cock.

“How much time do we have, baby?”

Gramps rubs his cock on my ass while he traps my arm between our bodies.

“I don’t know. Fifteen, twenty minutes? Mom and Dad were at it last night, so they’ll probably start without us.”

Usually, Mom insists on breakfasting together on the weekends. Only sickness or death are accepted excuses to not be present. But when Dad plowed her in the night, she is relaxed and doesn’t mind so much.

“Hm. Let’s see how far we come, then.”

“How far with what, Gramps?”

He chuckles and his hand wanders under my halter top. I shiver when he tickles my belly.

“Still insisting on playing the coy little girl, I see…Actually, that’s kinda hot. Innocent little Janey lets her old Grandpa feel her up.”

With that he cups my tit. I push my ass against his cock.

“Perfect fit”, he growls into my ear and squeezes my breast.

“Do you like my titties?” I ask him cheekily.

He grunts into my neck and nips at my skin.

“I think I need a closer look.”

He pushes my top up to my neck. My tits plop out of the top and Gramps lifts the blanket. I chuckle when his head disappears beneath the blanket. The laugh gets stuck in my throat however, when he sucks my pink nipple into his mouth.

I moan and close my eyes. Gramps’ tongue flicks my nipple so perfectly.

“W-what are you doing, Granddaddy?” I ask in my girl voice.

He lets my tit plop out of his mouth soundly and re-emerges from beneath the blanket, his beard scratching my sensitive nipple and neck along the way.

“I’m examining you, babygirl. See if you’re ripe, yet. So be a good girl and hold still.”

A naughty spark shimmers in his eyes. Then he disappears again and for the next five minutes Grandpa licks, sucks, nibbles and slobbers all over my young tits. When they’re all sticky from his saliva and I’m buzzing with lust, he lets go and rolls onto his back. I blink in confusion, but then Grandpa’s hand cups my drenched pussy.

“Wanna sit on my face, baby? So I can examine your little kitty?”

Letting out an excited squeal I jump out of bed to quickly pull down pants and panties. While I’m at it, I shed my top, as well. Now all naked I hop onto Grandpa’s bed again. His eyes drink in the sight of my tanned body and pulls off his blanket, the bulge in his old man panties huge. Impatiently he reaches out and helps me as I crouch over his head.

“Oh yeah. Bald and wet, just how I love it. Come here, babygirl. Let your grandpa lick your sweet lil’ kitten.”

Before I can do anything he grabs my ass and pulls my cunt on his face. Hastily I grab the headreast for support and look down.

Fuck.

Grandpa is an amazing pussy licker. Enthusiastic, hungry, loud, skilled. His tongue is big and wet and fast. Effortlessly he finds my clit and attacks it mercilessly. I moan and gasp shamelessly loud and rub my cunt over his face.

Fuck yes.

We should definitely do this more often. And I know we will. Obviously neither of us cares about morality. Fuck incest, I’m young and horny and my grandfather is crazy about me, so what? He’s old and kind, he deserves his last years to be fun. And I’m happy to assist.

Soundly he sucks at my clit now. My bend legs are shaking violently and I feel the familiar tingle run up my spine. Just a little more and…

I scream my orgasm into my hand.  

While I’m still shaking and panting, Gramps pulls me against him again and covers us with the blanket. One hand is roaming my front, squeezing tits and nipples while his other hand pulls down his briefs. His old cock slaps against my ass cheek.

“Grandaddy is gonna stuff you with his cock now, babygirl. Lift your leg and push out your as, you little incest whore.”

I love how he talks to me, grunting into my ear like that. Of course I spread my legs for him. Grabbing his dick he plows it through my soaked slit. We both moan.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this, Janey. How many times I wanted to sneak into your room and deflower your wanton little pussy.”

I had the exact same dream. I admit it to him and he groans again. He turns my head and kisses me. I can taste my granddaddy and my juices on his tongue. I’m delicious.

I moan into his open mouth when he finally thrusts his cock into me. Oh, he’s so heavenly big and hot, I’m being stretched so far I shiver.

“Oh yes,” Gramps groans and grabs my lifted leg. The other lands and cups my tit. And then Granddaddy fucks me, alternating between hard and slow thrusts as he pleases. I wrap my arm around his neck and close my eyes. All my senses are focused on his body, how his chest and belly hair scratch my back, how his big hand massages my tit and how that big cock is pounding me.

Suddenly, Grandpa throws back the blanket and pulls my leg to him, opening me up even more. I don’t mind since he uses the opportunity to suck on my tit.

“Do you like that, babygirl? Do you like having your grandfather’s cock in your little kitten?”

“Yes, Gramps!” do I reply enthusiastically.

“Yeah, you do. Wanna bounce on him a little?”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Granddaddy chuckles and rolls onto his back, pulling me on top of him. His cock is still in my pussy as I take position, crouching over his cock with my arms pressed on Grandpa’s chest.

With my head thrown back I slowly roll my hips, taking his cock to the hilt. Oh, that’s so fucking amazing! I do it again and again, stuffing his cock all the way into my tight little pussy. His hands roam my front again, pausing at my breasts to pinch and twist my nipples until they turn red – and I’m close to another orgasm again. I let him know.

“Good girl. I’ll fuck you through it. Hang on.”

His hands grab my waist and he lifts me off of him. Then he dugs his heels into the mattress and starts pounding me so fast and hard I come within a few seconds.

Gramps doesn’t stop or slow down when my pussy begins milking his cock. He continues to slam it into my convulsing channel and with that prolongs my orgasm.

I let out a scream, unable to contain myself. Grandpa is just such a great fuck.

“Yeah, yeah…I’m coming baby. Don’t stop coming. I want to fill up that hungry womb.”

One hand wanders to my pussy and starts rubbing my clit fast and hard.

This and his thrusting cock trigger another orgasm and just when I let out a squeal does my grandfather shoot his sperm deep into my womb. He groans and pants and I meet his hard thrusts with the same, incestuous passion, milking that old sperm right of that lovely big cock.

When he is all spent and my pussy has stopped pumping, Gramps pulls me into another tight hug. He shifts my upper leg so that my puss is still availabe. His softening cock plops out and lands on my other thigh. I can feel his seed drooling out of my cunt and his wet cock spreading it on my skin.

“That was long overdue,” he whispers happily into my ear.

I couldn’t agree more. I feel fantastic. And the cuddles are really cute. Grandpa is still touching me everywhere and I love how tender he is now.

“You’re so beautiful, Janey.”

“Thank you.”

I can’t help the blush that spreads on my cheeks.

“I’ll sneak into your room tonight. I really want to fuck you on this pink bed of yours. Those innocent sheets need some grandpa sperm on them.”

I giggle. I still have my single bed and my old pink sheets. What can I say? I’m nostalgic. I like being reminded of simpler times when I was a carefree little girl. Maybe that’s why I’m here right now. Grandpa makes me feel like a little girl again. He also makes me feel safe and loved and beautiful. The perfect lover.

Little did I know that my brother had recorded our lovemaking. That’s why grandpa had removed the blanket. He had seen him standing in the ajar door and decided to give him a show. Raf would record most of our encounters and when he came of age, Gramps gift for him was to fuck me. At that point I was so in love with my Granddaddy that I obeyed without protest. He watched as I deflowered my brother and held eye contact when Raf pounded my pussy like a horny dog. That’s what made me come that night. Raf was too inexperienced to get me there. But Grandpa taught him his tricks, using my body like a doll. I didn’t mind. On the contrary. It was hot as fuck to sneak around the house and get fucked by both at every opportunity. I can’t count the times I talked to either of my parents with sperm trickling down my thighs.

Those years were the best of my life and I don’t regret one single day.

This could turn into a series. Let me know if you’d like that. :)

If you’re looking for dirty stories that get you wet/hard, you’ve come to the right post. Here I list all my stories, sorted by kink.

This will be updated/edited. I will put new stories in bold.

Update: 12-08-18

WIPs: 

A Daddy’s love(daddy/two daughters)

Ripe(grandfather/granddaughter, two brothers/sister)

Age gap porn / incest:

A daughter’s urges(Daddy/daughter)

A nightly visit (grandfather/granddaughter, second part of “Waking grandpa”)

Benny(old m/young f, gif)

Breaking the pattern (old m/young f)

Broken arms and a wet cunt(Daddy/daughter)

Butter her up (Daddy/daughter, gif)

Family barbecue (grandfather/granddaughter, male relatives/teen)

Father’s Day² (Daddy/daughter, gif)

First Heat(Daddy/daughter)

Funded by grandpa(grandfather/granddaughter)

Got Milk?(Daddy/daughter)

Insomnia(incest, grandfather/granddaughter, non-con play)

Journal of Sin: Christmas with Daddy (Part 1/?) (daddy/daughter)

Journal of Sin: Longing for Daddy (Part 2/?) (daddy/daughter)

Journal of Sin: Hurting Daddy (Part 3/?) (daddy/daughter, old guy/teen girl)

Judged(Daddy/daughter)

Meiko - Human doll(doctor/patient)

Mine (Daddy/daughter, dubcon)

Ravishing the angel (Daddy/daughtger, sleep fuck aka non-con)

Sauna duty(grandfather/granddaughter)

Space breeding(grandfather/father/daughter)

Spiritual Guidance (2 Grandfathers/granddaughter)

Training session(daddy/daughter)

Waking Grandpa (Grandfather/granddaughter)

Watched by grandpa(Grandfather/granddaughter)

What a holiday (Grandfather/granddaughter, dubcon)

Best fucking Christmas ever (Incest, Daddy/2 daughters, gif)

Christmas morning (Incest, Daddy/daughter, gif)

Incest:

The highest bidder (brother x sister)

Drugged (brother x sister, dub-con)

Christmas Gift (Incest, Brother/Sister, gif)

Sweet revenge (Incest, Brother/Sister, link to vid)

Untitled short (Incest, Brother/Sister, gif)