The Judge’s house was large, but looked really warm and cozy. He had lots of books and pictures all over the walls. All the furniture was made from dark wood and looked really expensive. But the place did smell kind of like old people…
“Looks like we’re having a pretty good storm tonight,” the old man said.
“Yeah,” I looked down and saw that I’d still gotten pretty wet, even though I ran up to the house from the car.
“Well anyways, my name is Cooper, but you can call me Grandpa,” he touched my shoulder. “You are very cute, just like my granddaughter.”
“Thank you,” I answered.
“Her name is Alison, so that’s what I’m going to call you,”
“Oh—okay…”
“That’s the real Alison right there.” He pointed to a picture on a table near the door. The girl was at the front of a family portrait that had a lot of people in it. But she looked a lot younger than me and her hair was a little darker than mine.
“How old is she?” I asked.
“Oh she’s eight,” he answered. “But that picture was taken when she was five. I have some great pictures of her in the bath at that age. It’s a shame that I don’t get to bathe her like thay anymore now that she’s older.”
“Do you want to bathe me—grandpa,” I asked. It felt weird to call him that.
He smiled, “No, I think we can come up with a few more fun things to do than that. If you go into the bathroom on the right, there are some clothes in there I want you to put on. You can just leave what you’re wearing on the floor.”
“Okay,” I answered and he pointed to the bathroom right down the hall. I peeked down a few other rooms, but found way there and flipped the light on. I saw a dress laying on the counter and picked it up and looked at it.
It was white with a flower print. The dress didn’t have sleeves, but had two frilly straps with matching frills at the bottom. It seemed like a nice enough dress and looked like it was just my size. But there was also a pair of white panties with little roses all over it, so I figured he wanted me to put those on, too.
I shut the door as I slipped off my shoes and then started taking my shirt off. That’s when I turned and saw a picture of the real Alison again, but this time she looked closer to my age. She had her hair in a ponytail on one size of her head and had on pretty hoop earrings.
Once I stripped off all my clothes, I put on the panties and slipped the dress over my head. Then I noticed a hair tie that must have fallen on the floor, so I picked it up and tied my hair just like the girl in the picture.
I took a good look at myself before leaving the bathroom. But decided that I looked good and opened the door, walking back the way I came until I saw the man sitting in the living room. Most of the guy’s I had sex with until then had been around my dad’s age, I guess. Some of them had been a little older, but I had never been with someone who had grey hair all over like him.
“Hi Alison, you look beautiful!” He complemented me.
“Thanks, Grandpa,” I told him.
“Your mom said you already ate, but did you have dessert?” He asked me.
“No,” I answered, playing with the bottom of my dress.
“Well, I’ve got some ice cream in the freezer; rocky road— I know it’s your favorite how does that sound?”
“Sure,” I said. Rocky road wasn’t my favorite, but I figured I shouldn’t say that. He took me to the kitchen and dished up two bowls. Then we sat down at the table together to eat.
“So how is school going?” He wondered.
I didn’t know if I was supposed to be answering as Naomi or Alison—or if it mattered, “Good.”
“That’s nice to hear,” he went on. “Staying away from the boys I hope.” Again, I didn’t know how to answer. Technically my brothers were boys and I hadn’t stayed away from them. Did he want Alison to play with boys?
“Yes,” I said.
“That’s good, better promise me to keep away from them until you’re thirty!” He laughed, so I did, too.
“Okay, grandpa, I will,” I took a big bite of ice cream after that and accidentally got a brain freeze. . .
“Careful not go get any ice cream on that dress by the way—seriously,” The judge mentioned. “It’s one of Alison’s favorite dresses.”
“Oh okay, I won’t…” I hadn’t really thought about the dress I was wearing actually being Alison’s. Did that mean the panties were her’s, too?
“By the way, I forgot to mention something important,” Cooper added. “The real Alison is sweet and innocent in every way. So if someone were to do naughty things to her, she would be scared and cry—probably beg them to stop. Do you understand? She’s very sensitive!”
“I understand,” I answered and ate more ice cream.
“Good,” he said. “Now, once your done with your ice cream, I think it’s probably bed time. I wouldn’t want you mother angry at me fir keeping you up too late.
“No, please grandpa!” I figured the real Alison wouldn’t want go to bed. “It’s still early!”
“It’s already nine,” he chuckled. “You need your sleep, sweetie.” I started to eat my ice scream slower. Just then the storm outside started to get louder. There was a big sound and the lights in the kitchen flickered for a moment.
“The weather man said there was going to be a big storm tonight, I didn’t believe him but I guess I was wrong. He got up to wash out his bowl of ice cream. I still had several bites left.
There was another loud clap of thunder, bigger and louder than before. Out the window, I could see it light up the whole sky. I wasn’t actually scared of the storm, but I thought Alison might be so…
“Grandpa, I’m scared,” I looked up at him.
“It’s okay, sweetie,” he answered. “It’s just a little thunder and lightning.” There was another loud noise and I got out of the chair and ran to him, giving him a big hug and burying my head in his chest. I felt him hug me back. I looked up at him to say something, but squealed again when there was more thunder. This time, the lights flickered.
“I’m too scared to sleep alone,” I said finally. “Can I sleep in your bed with you?”
“Awe, sweetie,” he agreed. “Of course you can. No granddaughter of mine should have to sleep alone when she’s scared!” I held his hand and he led me to his bedroom. I still pretended to be scared as we walked.
Just like the rest of the house, his room had lots of dark wood and there were photos on the walls. Again, there was a big photo of the real Alison next to photos of two boys which I figured were probably Alison’s brothers or cousins or something.
“Do you have a nightgown for me?” I thought to ask.
“Oh dear, I must have forgotten to get the bag of your things from your mother’s car when she dropped you off,” the old man thought. “But that’s okay, you can sleep in your panties instead.”
It was weird trying to think about how a girl I’d never met before would react, “In my—panties?”
“Sure, why not?” He responded. “It wasn’t even a year ago you were running around my house with your shirt off during that heat wave last summer…” I heard a loud clap of thunder and remembered I was supposed to be scared. I ran up to him and hugged him again.
“Come, on sweetheart,” he said as he pulled me over to the bed and lifted up Alison’s dress as he sat me down. I raised my arms and let him take it off. Then he had me crawl into his bed and between his sheets.
He tucked me in and then said he’d be right back. I watched him go into his bathroom. Minutes later, he came out in pajamas and turned off the lights. When I felt him climb into bed with me, I pretended to be scared of the thunder and got really close to him.
“Shhh, it’s okay sweetie Grandpa’s here!” He hugged me and I felt his hand rubbing my back while I snuggled closer. Then he moved and started rubbing my chest, too. I still snuggled up to him until he reached down and touched Alison’s panties.
“Grandpa?” I said when I felt his hand between my legs.
“Just relax sweetie,” he answered. “You know you’re my favorite granddaughter, right? I love you so much.”
“Yes…” I replied and he kissed my forehead and then my cheek. I didn’t like the way his mustache felt when it rubbed against me. He started moving around under the covers and I could tell he was taking off his pajama pants. I didn’t say anything, though.
Outside, it was still storming and there was more thunder. I squealed and he hugged me, telling me it was okay while he touched my chest again. His hand went back to Alison’s panties and this time, he started to pull them down.
“Grandpa, what are you doing?” I asked, trying to make myself feel more nervous than I actually was.
“Grandpa is going to do something very special with you okay?”
“O-okay…” I said as he pulled Alison’s panties down. I felt my body shake when he touched my kitty.
“You’re a very special little girl,” he said, then grabbed my hand and made me feel his cock through his underwear.
“Ew, grandpa, that’s your wiener!” I used the word that Hannah always used instead of calling it a “cock” and tried to pull away.
“Yes baby,” he confirmed, then I felt him pull his underwear down and he grabbed my wrist again and made me touch it.
“Ew, I don’t like doing this!” I whined. He let go of my hand and I moved it away from his cock. There was more thunder outside, but I didn’t snuggle up with him this time. For a moment, it seemed like he would stop. But he moved closer and ripped opened his pajama shirt instead.
“You’re grandpa’s special little girl, aren’t you?”
“Y—yes…” I tried to sound scared. Then I felt his cock rubbing against the outside of my kitty.
“Ew, grandpa stop!” But he didn’t listen, instead he kissed me on the lips and kept rubbing his cock against me. I tried to think back to how I felt my first time with Jim—when he laid me back on the dining room table and I cried. I thought my parents to make him stop, but they didn’t. Or how I watched Hannah cry when Larry fucked her kitty for the first time. I figured Alison would probably cry, too…
I gasped when he put his cock inside me and almost forgot I was pretending to be Alison, “Grandpa stop!” I felt myself start crying. It was hard to tell if I had made myself cry or if I was crying for real.
“I love you so much Alison!” He moaned, moving his cock in and out. “You’re such a pretty little girl!” His body rubbed against me and I didn’t like the way he smelled.
“Noooo…” I was crying harder now, thinking about how awful it felt when Jim passed me around the dining room. “Please—stawwwp!”
“You’re such a big girl taking grandpa’s big cock,” He just kept moaning on top of me and I tried to wriggle underneath him—pretending that I really hated it.
“Please grandpa, no more! I don’t like this…” I gasped and cried, listening to him moan in between loud claps of thunder.
He leaned down to kiss me again, then brushed my tears away, calling me a good girl. But then he pushed his cock into me harder. His movements made it easier for me to gasp and cry.
“Nooo, stawp!” I cried again, but it started to feel really good, too. “Stop, grandpa!” I wriggled around some more before he grabbed my waist and buried his head in the pillow. I stared at the dark ceiling through watery eyes while he moaned and thrusted into me harder and watched room lit up whenever there was lightning.
I made a noise on accident, but pretended I was still crying, “Please stooop it!” Then I wriggled as he made me cum.
His moans got heavier and his thrusts were jerky. I could tell he was old by the way he fucked me. By the end, it sounded like he was going to run out of breath. He let out one last moan as he came inside me and his body felt heavier.
“Grandpa, get off!” I cried. I was relieved when he rolled off of me. I felt his goo leaking out of my kitty and looked over at him. I wasn’t sure, but it looked like he was already asleep.
I tuned on my side felt his underwear against my leg, so I grabbed it and rubbed his goo from in between my legs. Then I tossed it off the bed and went to sleep.
The next morning, Alison’s grandpa woke me up, “Good morning, sweetie, I made you breakfast!” He was dressed in a dark green robe and carrying a tray. I sat up in his bed and he put the tray in my lap.
“Thank you—grandpa,” I almost forgot that I was supposed to pretend to be his granddaughter.
“You’re very welcome, Alison,” he kissed my forehead. “I had a great time with you last night!” I didn’t know what I should say, so I started eating instead. He’d made me fried eggs with bacon and toast with jam. There was a glass of orange juice, too.
“Last night was a very special thing that only grandpas get to do with their granddaughters, you know,” he sat on the edge of the bed and watched me eat. “It’s very secret, too, so you can’t tell your mother or anyone else about it, okay?” I nodded as I kept eating.
“You promise you won’t talk about it with anyone?”
“I promise,” I answered, pretending to be scared.
“That’s my favorite granddaughter!” He complemented me. He left me alone for a bit while I ate to go clean up the kitchen. When he returned, he said we aught to take a shower to clean up. But first, he said he wanted to do something fun. He put my tray to the side and opened up his robe.
“I’m going to teach you how to suck my cock!” I looked down at his dick, it was partially erect again. Normally I would have reached out and grabbed it, but I knew I never would have done that my first time, so I just sat there on the edge of the bed and tried to look scared.
He grabbed my hand and made me touch it, I felt his shaft and then he put my had into his gray pubes before making me touch his balls.
“Do I have to do this?” I decided to ask. He let go of my hand and I pulled away, but he grabbed my shoulder next and pushed me down off the bed. I fell to my knees and grunted in response.
“Come on, open your mouth!” He moved closer so his cock was right in my face.
“Grandpaaahg,” I started to complain, but he pushed his cock into my mouth instead.
“That’s a good girl,” he moaned and moved his hips. I whined and tried to cry again, but it tears weren’t coming as easily as they had the night before.
He held my face and I felt his cock moving in and out of my mouth. His balls started hitting my chin when he went faster. I made noises and whined a little and he seemed to like that.
Eventually, he started moaning louder and his cum sprayed into my mouth. I swallowed at first, but realized that Alison probably wouldn’t do that her first time. So I stopped and let his cum fill up my mouth. When he pulled his cock out, sperm hit me right in the eyes and stung, that’s when I really started crying—for real.
I felt his goo dripping down my face, over my chin and down my chest. I spit it out of my mouth, too.
“Come on, let’s go get a shower before your mother comes to pick you up!”
“What is this stuff!?” I whined and tried to wipe my eyes. I realized they Alison probably wouldn’t know.
“It’a grandpa’s special juice,” he answered. “You can drink it, you know!”
“It tastes like—gross!” I complained. He took me into his bathroom and started the shower. I finally dared to open my eyes again as he twisted the dial in the large walk-in shower. Once it was warm he pushed me under the water and cleaned me up. He showered with me, too and I felt his naked body brushing against me as we shared the water. It was a big shower with plenty of room, but he still kept getting closer to me.
“Here, hold my cock,” he instructed me once I was mostly washed up. I grabbed it and felt it move, a little, before he started to pee. I didn’t realize what was happening at first and some of it got on my leg. I yelped and jumped in surprise.
“Careful, you’re aiming!” Alison’s grandpa told me. Then I realized I could control it and moved his cock so that he peed down the drain. He made me hold it until he was finished. It was weird, but way better than when Hannah’s dad made me sit in the bath tub so he could actually pee on me! But holding a cock while it peed was kind of silly. I even laughed when I moved it back and forth to change the direction. He then told me I should pee in the shower, too, to save water. So after letting go of his cock, I opened my legs wide and he watched as I peed.
After our shower, we dried off together and he told me that I didn’t have to pretend to be Alison anymore. But I still called him grandpa because I was used to it and we both laughed.
“You might as well just call me grandpa like one of my real grandkids,” he said. Then he pushed me onto the bed and started to make out with me.
He didn’t get hard again—maybe because he’s old. But he still wanted to make out, so we did. I didn’t like the feeling of his itchy mustache when we kissed, but I kissed him anyway. He started touching me all over and both of our towels fell away.
Eventually, as we made out in his bed, I did feel him start to get hard. Since I wasn’t pretending to be Alison anymore, I pushed him back and went down to give his cock a few licks. I stuck it in my mouth, going down as far as I could go a few times. Then I pulled away and climbed on top of him.
I grabbed his cock and aimed it toward my kitty. Then I let myself drop onto it. My kitty opened up and I made a noise as it entered me. He moaned, too and I started riding him.
This time, he didn’t run out of breath, but just laid there and moaned while I did all the work. I felt his legs shake, a little and he looked up at me and made a weird face.
He shot his cum inside me while I kept riding him. When he finished, I stood up and watched it drip out back onto his cock. I leaped of the bed and found his dirty underwear that I’d used last night to clean myself with, but he stopped me.
“No, use her’s” he said. I looked over and saw the pair of Alison’s white rose patterned undies that I’d worn last night. Her grandfather enjoyed watching me as I picked it up and wiped his cum from in between my legs. I climbed back into the bed and used it to clean up his cock, too.
Shortly after that, the doorbell rang and I scrambled back to the front bathroom to get dressed in my own clothes. Sure enough, Terry had come to pick me up.
He followed me to the door and I kissed “Grandpa” goodbye before leaving with Terry. I was excited to go see Jim again and fly to wherever we were going next.