[nickamano]

"She stayed at home."
By Nickamano.

Story Codes (Throughout series) - Het, MF, Slow, Non-con, Rape, Reluc, Coer, (Step)grand, Mdon, Span, Rough, BD, Oral, Anal, Pett,

Warning!    You must be 18 or over to read these stories of rape and non consensual sex. If you do not like such stories, please turn back. I don't promote rape or non-consent sex. This is only a story, fiction, if you do not understand the difference between reality and fantasy, read no more. Rape is a heinous crime and the penalty is many years in prison. Anyone who commits rape are despised everywhere. But fantasies are all right so long as no one is hurt.

Thursday.

Darla felt physically sick. She knew she should have gone with her nan to visit her auntie in England. She knew staying home with Grandad Freddie would be a major issue, but she had underestimated just how much of an issue it would be. She had told herself it wouldn’t be as bad as all that. He was an old man. Besides, she hadn’t wanted to miss work or miss spending time with Raddi, her boyfriend. So, she had decided to stay home.
Freddie, her nan's husband, had been overly animated. Usually moaning, and weak and sickly and spending most of his time in bed. The minute Darla’s nan had left with her cousin for the airport, Callum was dropping her at Dublin Airport, Freddie had come quickly downstairs, he watched the car pull away from the front window and then turned to Darla with a colossal grin on his age-lined face. He was seventy if he was a year but all of a sudden, he appeared to have all the vitality of someone half his age and there was an aura of mischief about him too. He was looking at her like a naughty school boy. And though he wasn’t doing anything or even speaking to her, the way he was looking at her was making Darla feel terribly uncomfortable.

Fortunately, being Thursday, she had work in an hour and would be out of the house until eleven that night. She had been having issues with Freddie practically from her first night staying at her nan’s, which had been a year already. But she hadn’t thought too much of it since it was pretty much the same thing she had always dealt with at her mammy’s with her stepdad - before she had moved out and moved in with her dad’s mammy. It was always the same type of thing, her underwear going missing, being walked in on while dressing or having a shower. Being ‘accidentally’ touched or brushed up against when no one else was around and then being made to look like a liar and a troublemaking bitch when she had tried, that one time, to tell her mammy about it.
The straw that broke the camel’s back had been Darla waking up to find her stepdad leaning over her in bed, the covers pulled down and her pyjamas shoved out of the way, top gathered around her upper chest, bottoms near her knees. He hadn’t touched her while she had lay there, essentially naked, but the light from the moon had revealed him standing over her, tossing himself off. He had shuffled in real close, one leg across her body so he stood right over her, jerking himself off like a madman and cumming across her naked body, hot streamers of spunk splattering her creamy flesh, making her whimper and cringe. He had whispered a threat to make sure she kept her mouth shut, before going back to bed. That had convinced her that she needed to get out of her mammy’s house, once and for all.
She had spent a week at her dad’s but they already had three girls living there and she hadn’t got along with her step-mammy at all. And then she had got the job in her older aunt’s supermarket and had quickly arranged to move into her nan’s place which was walking distance from the new job.

Freddie quickly revealed himself to be a copycat of her stepdad, first stealing her bras and thongs. Walking in on her while she was in the shower - apologising profusely at catching her naked, all while taking his sweet time about leaving, staring as he backed to the door then standing there staring for more than a few seconds with a huge ugly grin on his face, before finally leaving and closing the door behind him. Even hidden behind her large bath towel, she had still felt utterly naked under his hot gaze. He’d also liked to make himself as wide as possible whenever she had to pass him in the hall, or in the kitchen, or the upstairs landing so she would have to brush her body against his to get past.

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Throughout Thursday’s shift at the supermarket, Darla had just about forgotten her potentially risky situation. It hadn’t really occurred to her that she was suddenly living alone in the small two-up-two-down house with her nan’s fella (kind of a step-grandfather). At least, the possibilities she could be subjected to didn’t.

She would have loved to have spent the week at her boyfriend’s but it was out of the question. In fact, she and Raddi had, early on in their relationship, tried to suggest her staying over at his but Raddi’s mum, ever the traditionalist, had vetoed the request at once, just like Darla’s nan had stated “No boys” at her’s too.
It had also resulted in a lot of their time spent together screwing taking the form of uncomfortable hurried snatches of action in the backseat of his crappy car. Or in secluded parks, a couple of times around the back of MacDonalds and a couple of times in the changing rooms of clothing shops, and very occasionally at friend’s houses - the only places they could find to fuck.

Darla didn’t particularly enjoy fucking, if she was honest. Her stepdad had always made it feel dirty and disturbing, especially with the noises she had heard growing up - of him fucking her mammy, it had always sounded shameful, violent and painful. Still, apparently, Darla was good at it, a raw natural talent. So, at least when it came to Raddi, she enjoyed the opportunity to make him feel good. And Raddi being a typical red blooded twenty-one-year-old, he liked it as often as he could get it. So, she gave it up pretty much whenever he implied interest, to keep him happy and on side.
Very early in their relationship, she had gone to the doctors and got herself one of those arm-implant contraceptives. Not that that had anything whatsoever to do with her current predicament.
She let herself in the front door as quietly as she could. It was just after eleven pm and as expected there were no lights on downstairs. She crept upstairs not wanting to wake the so-called man of the house. Freddie’s bedroom door was shut and she couldn’t see a light on from under it. That was a huge relief. Though, surely, there was no reason any seventy-year-old would be up and awake at this time of night.

Darla wanted to go straight to bed but she knew she wouldn’t be able to. That creepy little shit Liam, a neighbourhood kid, had deliberately shaken up a two-litre bottle of cola and let it fly all over her, while she was stacking shelves. Some kind of dumb childish prank. Roland, the overweight good-for-nothing security guy, had chased the kid off but Darla had been drenched. Even now, over an hour later, her skin and clothes felt sticky and horrible her uniform clinging to her. There was plenty of it in her hair too and if she went to bed now, in the state she was in, her hair would be an unworkable luggy mess in the morning. So, she felt she had no choice but to jump in the shower.

She hurried to her bedroom, turning on her bedside lamp and stripped out of her uniform - red polo shirt, tight black leggings and her thick soled black hi-tops.
Her Aunt Marie working a rare late shift, had quickly dragged a brush through her long fiery red hair and then pinned it up in a black scrunchie for the last hour of her shift. But she had been rough and uncaring in her brushing even. Then again, Aunt Marie had always been a pretty unpleasant sort, short tempered and bossy and expecting far too much of her low-paid staff.
Stripping off her black socks, unwired forest green 32DD bra and her purple lace-edged thong, Darla grabbed her bath towel and hurried, naked, across the hall to the bathroom.

Shoving the door closed, a little too firmly so it rattled, she tossed the towel onto the toilet seat and then turned back and worked the draw bolt across. It wouldn’t go into its hole. There was something wrong with it. She cursed under her breath and stood there naked and shivering at the bathroom door, indecision gripping her.
Finally making a choice, she hurried to the bath switched on the shower and pulled the plastic curtain across. Then she hurried back to the door to mess around with the lock some more while the water got hot. The bolt slid forward and back easily enough but for some reason wouldn’t go into the cylindrical receiver in the door frame. She bent and had a closer look. There was something jammed in the hole, stopping the draw bolt from sliding all the way. With another muttered curse, and no tools at hand, she abandoned her attempt to lock the door and headed for the shower.

She caught sight of herself in the three-quarter length mirror on the wall beside the sink, noticing that her hair was still up, a pony tail held by the borrowed scrunchy. She also noticed her naked body. She was pretty proud of her figure and though she occasionally battled with a little acne and she wore glasses, she’d had enough male attention over the last five or six years to know she was at least reasonably attractive. Many a boy had commented on how pretty her smile was. While a much larger number of lads liked to stare openly at her big yet perky tits. She could admit that was pretty proud of her rack. Much more than a handful, but not too heavy that they were intrusive or gave her back pain. Her belly had a hint of a bulge to it, actually a curve more than a bulge. But no one would think to call her plump, let alone fat. She just liked chocolate and coke. Her buttocks were high and rounded and pert and not too big. Raddi often teased her that her arse was “well smackable” and he certainly liked to prove it.
Her legs were long and shapely and gave the impression of athleticism, especially in pair of jeggings or tight jeans. Though she was no gym bunny, in fact she had never once set foot in a gym, not since school, so it must be genetics or something.

Feeling suddenly self-conscious that she was being pervy and arrogant, or narcissistic or something, she turned away from the mirror and slid in around the edge of the shower curtain to step under the hot, delightful spray of the shower.
Immediately she got her hair all wet, running her fingers through it, before reaching for the shampoo bottle.
It must have been a good ten minutes - leaving the shampoo in her hair while she soaped up her body with shower gel and a loofa then rinsing her hair again - before she even opened her eyes.

There was Grandad Freddie. Darla let out a little shriek, automatically trying to cover herself.
Freddie stood there grinning. And naked. At the end of the bath, the bathroom door wide open at his back. He had one hand in possession of the end of the plastic shower curtain, keeping her from covering herself with it, while his other hand was wrapped around his dick. He was casually jerking off, staring at her his eyes gleaming with fiery lust.

 “That’s one great set of tits on yer, love.” He said, staring at them. “Always fancied a proper good look at em.”

Attempting to cover herself proved far trickier than expected. Her hands were slippery and the surface under her feet felt slick and soapy. She almost slipped in her shock and had to grab the tiled wall to her right and behind her to stop herself falling on her arse.
Freddie casually climbed into the bath, immediately making a grab for her. Perhaps he had intended it as a pretence to help her, but he was fooling neither of them. Still, Darla couldn’t even protect herself from his hands.

Part of her realised that he was an old man and she felt that the wrong move could have him down on his back with a broken hip or leg or worse. And then she would no doubt be in trouble with the Guards. And would certainly get thrown out by her nan. She’d lose her job, have to move back in with her mammy and her piece of shit stepdad. Plus, she was scared shitless, alone with Freddie for a week, her nan had told her to keep an eye on him, which she had taken to mean “look after” as in - “don’t let anything bad happen to”.

And she had come to feel that there was some general degree of expectation in men’s behaviour. That this was just the way they behaved, this was only to be expected. It was certainly something experience had taught her over the years. She was well aware that men of all ages seemed to find her sexually arousing. So surely, this situation was, at least in part, her own doing? She should have taken more time and effort to lock the door.
Freddie might be an old man but he was still a man, red blooded males had certain natural instincts and urges, especially when it came to attractive girls. And fucking. They couldn’t help themselves. It was true of her stepdad. It had been true of that teacher who had propositioned her and any number of teenage boys she was or had been acquainted with. Really, if she hadn’t given Raddi permission, by giving him full access to her body, she doubted that he wouldn’t have been any different. So why should she expect Freddie to be any different?

So, when he wrapped a strong though flabby arm around her slender waist, she did nothing but tensed and let out a scared gasp, mutely shaking her head. Which he, of course, openly ignored. He pressed his mottled, hairy flesh blatantly against her slender soapy nakedness and grinned again. Of course, her silence and lack of fighting or struggling, he would no doubt take as unspoken consent.
Darla shivered with revulsion as the hand gripping her waist slid down and back until he was cupping one of her arse cheeks, squeezing the chosen buttock firmly, digging his fingers in and moaning in response to the feel of her warm, soft and soapy flesh.
She could feel his hard on pressing against her thigh and hip. it felt big and weighty and unnaturally warm, even beneath the heat of the shower spray.

His other hand came up slowly, fingertips slicking through the bubbles and flowing water over her taut belly. One finger dipping into her navel as he traversed the gentle bulge of her abdominals and then her ribs just underneath the acute curve of her left tit.

  “Wanted a feel of these fat young udders for fucking years, young Darla. And now I’m getting my wish.” He groaned.

He was making it sound like she had invited him to join her and was giving him the go ahead to do what he wanted. She moaned when she felt his big calloused hand slide up and cup her left breast.

She could feel him practically shivering against her in his horny, commanding desire. She felt overly hot all of a sudden, his electric body heat and the heat of the shower combining to bake her taut naked flesh. A wave of nausea washed over her and her legs felt weak, her knees struggling to keep her upright.
She moaned, feeling lightheaded and sick, but of course he took her moan the wrong way and, laughing, he squeezed fiercely on her breast, blatantly enjoying the way the soft orb bulged between his fingers. She whimpered at the hot ache that suddenly filled her. He laughed again and called her a “little whore”, shocking and confusing her.
For a moment he let go of her left tit. Reaching across he gave the right one an equally fierce and horny squeeze before reaching down and grasping one of her wrists, her hand still pressing against the tiles. He took hold of her hand and pressed it directly onto his erect cock.

She knew what to do, knew what he wanted. Of course, she did. She’d accumulated more experience than she wanted to admit. That teacher, those boys that time on the back seat of the bus, other boys who showed her attention when the cider was being passed around, during all those weekends when they would meet up in Croke Park.
So, her fingers automatically encircled it, half consciously gauging its surprising girth and hardness. It had looked thick and probably over six inches from that single glance she had involuntarily snatched when she had first seen him. But now, in her hand, it felt even bigger. Knowing what was expected and scared to refuse him, she started to jerk back and forth over the thickly veined foreskin.

Once Freddie was assured Darla was doing what he wanted, he released her wrist and brought his hand back up to her right tit. He attacked her stiffened, soapy nipple. Snatching it between a finger and thumb he pinched it nastily, making her gasp and wince. He rolled and tugged at it, twisting it as he used his grasp to pull her whole big jug up and away from her ribs. Staring intently, he let go, groaning as, shuddering erotically, it bounced back into its natural perky position.
Raddi liked to do the same stuff, though he was a lot more gentle about it. Freddie was decidedly rough and harsh, as though he liked and hated her at the same time, felt desire and yet for some reason wanted to hurt or punish her. It was no surprise to Darla, men were generally rough, at least in her experience. Even Raddi. Once he was in her pussy and thrusting away, he quite often lost control and just used her for his pleasure. But she loved him so she took it, mentally flipping her discomfort into pleasure at pleasing him, giving him the thrill he desired. Not Freddie. Freddie was just like those others.

He pushed into her, using his weight and strength to press her back against the tiled wall. The ceramic felt cold on her back, yet feeling overheated and overwhelmed, it was somehow nice, even while uncomfortably cold.
She suddenly felt even more lightheaded. She couldn’t think straight. As though for support, she squeezed harder on the meaty thickness in her fist, jerking faster on it. Instinct and experience reiterating that it was what men liked.
With her pinned between him and the wall, one hand still groping and squeezing her ass cheeks, Freddie leaned in and pressed his mouth onto hers. Still lost somewhere outside her body and her self-control, Darla didn’t protest as he kissed her hard. In fact, she kissed him back, full on.
When his tongue invaded her mouth, instead of biting or pushing him away or digging her nails into his cock or reaching beneath it to crush his balls, she frantically wheeled her tongue around his. She sucked his tongue and sucked in his rancid tobacco and whisky saliva, instinctively doing all the things she did with Raddi.

Freddie was moaning, pressing himself against her, squeezing a tit and an arse cheek more firmly still. She could feel his dick getting harder, bulging in her jerking fist. He pinched her nipples harder than ever - left then right, back and forth -pulling, pinching and rolling the buds.
She whimpered her discomfort into his mouth, but he seemed to enjoy that even more. Tears flowed but they were invisible under the shower spray. He finally released her nipples and started to spank her full tits instead, fingertip strikes from above, smarting her slick hot flesh, making them bounce, making her whimper.
He pulled back from the kiss to watch them bounce and quiver in response to his slaps; from above and from the side, making them bounce together and swing about.

His dick was hard, like steel. She kept on jerking him. He went back to crushing her soft tit flesh in one cruel hand again, starting into her wide green eyes. He stuck out his tongue. Knowing what to do, Darla closed her lips over it and suckled. He attacked her nipples again, groaning his pleasure as she whimpered in pain.

  “Fuck girl, I always knew you’d be a great little slut once I got my hands on you. Get down now, on your back. Get down there and get ready for my cock.”

Obediently, not knowing what else she could do, Darla slid down onto her knees. She was half expecting to have his dick shoved down her throat but he stepped back, idly jerking himself while he gave her room. She awkwardly sat down on the floor of the bath, leaned back into the six inches of lukewarm water filling the bottom of the tub. She looked up at him towering over her, that hard flesh-club he was about to use looking like a two-litre Cola bottle. Momentarily, she was back with the kid at work, Liam. Had that been some kind of weird premonition? Jerking it off and then spurting it all over her?

  “Lift your legs up, I want your toes on the wall over your head. Spread ‘em apart far as you can.”

She did so, lifting her hips, hands braced on the sides of the tub, ass up, bare pussy up out of the water and fully exposed to him. Offered to him. He knelt down, shuffling toward her, until he was leaning up against the backs of her thighs. And then he was fiddling between them, she could feel the heat of him, the hard bumps of his knuckles against her soft skin. And then the bulbous hot ball of the head of his cock thumped against her vulva.
He was going to put it in her. He was actually going to do it. She was about to be raped by her step-grandad. He was going to fuck her in the bath and shoot his awful geriatric jism inside her tender pussy. She felt sick again. She closed her eyes. A sudden stinging slap across her cheek snapped them instantly back open.

  “Look at me, Darla, you little slut. I want you staring back at me while I’m giving you the hard balling you’ve always needed. You’ve always been this slutty little cock tease, long as I’ve known you. You’re just a little whore, aren’t you.”

She snatched a moment of hesitation, pretend defiance, but did as she was told. His nasty, beady little eyes twisted with amusement. They glimmered with lust and dominance. Glancing down between their bodies, he lodged the fat, weighty head of his dick between her pussy lips and left it there, grabbing hold of the backs of her thighs and readying himself. He gleefully stared down into her big uplifted green eyes. And then, all of a sudden, he slammed forward.
He let out a long hissing exhale as he filled her, bottoming out with his penetrating thrust. Darla’s eyes went wide, unshed tears glistening, her mouth open, lips slack. Her responding cry caught in her throat, issuing as an abrupt wet hacking sound. For Freddie, her facial expression was perfection enough.

  “Oh, fuck yeah, little Darla Fraser finally impaled on my dick. Been dreaming of fucking this little cunt for years.”

He leaned in, pinning her fully, his weight pressing her legs to her chest flattening her boobs, the water lapped noisily. His fat stretching dick burned her insides. She hadn’t been lubricated at all when he’d ploughed his shaft all the way to her cervix. There might have been some soap suds and shower water coating his dick but it wasn’t much in the way of lubrication. It didn’t seem to bother Freddie though. Surprisingly, neither did his age.
 
  “You’re a little slut Darla! And this right here is what you’re made for. Don’t you ever forget it! Fuck!”

Somehow all that weak doddering he consistently maintained around the house appeared to have disappeared. Was he putting it on all the time or was it just his lust and desire to rape her twenty-year-old cunt giving him the vitality of someone half his age? A quarter even?

  “Fuck, you’ve got a tight little cunt! Fuck!”

The hot friction was halfway painful discomfort - a vile sensation burning her loins right up to her compressed breasts and painfully throbbing nipples - and halfway a hot irascible itch that was rapidly, horribly, growing somehow pleasurable.

  “Sweet little whore!” He spat, pounding her. “Take my fucking meat!”

His hot dick was stretching her, both depth - slamming at her overly sensitive cervix, and also around - the tingling walls of her pussy pushed out by his fat, drilling girth. There was something unpleasantly filling and uncomfortably rewarding about it despite the ugly, wrinkled old man pressing down on her and slapping his mottled old flesh against her tight, creamy-soft youthful skin. She couldn’t help recognising the heat expanding between her loins. The chafe of her thighs against her nipples began to feel good and a hot flush was spreading across her cheeks and throat. The desire to moan aloud at her rising pleasure was growing too. But she didn’t want Freddie to know that she was starting to get off on him raping her in the bath.

  “Oh Jesus, God! This feels great! I’d almost forgotten. C’mon my little teenage whore, get fucked!”

He slid one hand up her leg until he had her left calf, close to her ankle. Pushing her leg outward over the side of the bath, spreading her wider he forced her sideways. She had to roll a little and then pulled her other leg down so it lay flat in the water tucked underneath him.
Of course, his thick hot shaft had slipped free but that just allowed him to ram it roughly back inside her all over again.
This time she was spread wider for him. He rode her hips, his belly pressed against hers. One hand shuffled down alongside her so he was leaning on one elbow. Though his hand managed to snatch up a handful of her long red mane and he yanked at it, tugging her head back and making her whine in pointless protest. His other hand went back to torturing her bouncing, quivering tits. And his cock drilled itself along an accommodating and admittedly more well lubricated tunnel.

  “Oh, Goddamn! This is some sweet, tight teenage pussy.”

She didn’t see the point in correcting her age. She had turned twenty well over five months earlier.

  “I’m gonna be making some use of this, I can tell yer! You’d best get used to the feel of my dick up in yer, young Darla, ‘cause you’re going to be getting plenty of it. Plenty of it! And not just up your dirty little slut-cunt either… Come on and take it, you little whore!”

It went on for a long, long time. Not having her phone, she didn’t know how long but he was thrusting away between her spread thighs for longer than anyone else had ever. He wasn’t even taking his time either, the way Raddi sometimes took his time, trying to draw it out. Freddie was rough and urgent, humping away ten-to-the-dozen. Sometimes mauling cruelly at her left buttock or her shuddering tits, pulling at her nipples; sometimes tugging on her hair, sometimes choking her with both hands at her throat, or kissing her, stuffing his tongue deep into her mouth.
By the time he was really pummelling her, faster and rougher than ever, chasing his climax, Darla had chewed her bottom lip and gritted her teeth through her own subdued and forcedly silent orgasm. She didn’t know if Freddie had felt it happening around his thrusting dick, but she certainly had - the overpowering wave of heat, the gushing-liquid sensation down there and the fierce clutching of her pussy as it spasmed around his vile, hard thrusting meat.
She didn’t think so. He was thrusting too damn hard and fast to notice, surely...? She certainly prayed that he hadn’t noticed he’d made her cum. The humiliation she would feel would be unbearable and she had no doubts he’d use it against her.

He suddenly let out a great hoarse bellow. She thought he was cumming, spurting the contents of his big, seventy-year-old ball sack right up her tight young pussy. But he didn’t. Instead, he yanked himself backward, rolling back onto the balls of his feet, her right leg trapped between his, painfully. However, all she could see was his jutting, angry-red erection, right there jutting upward between her legs, looking large and throbbing. She could hardly believe she had taken that big horrifying thing inside her. But then he was grabbing her painfully by her scalp while dragging himself up onto his feet.

  “Up, up! Get to sucking now. I want to blow this load right down your dirty little slut’s throat. I want you walking around tomorrow with my seed curdling in your belly while you’re making me my breakfast. Up whore! Get up on your knees and suck my dick until I’ve emptied my balls between those sexy dick-sucking lips!”

She did as she was told, kneeling in the cold water. The shower seemed to have used up all its hot and now there was cold water raining down on her. She was shivering but the water wasn’t the main reason. Freddie didn’t seem to like the water either. While Darla settled herself, reaching up and taking hold of the slimy root of his erection and cupping his wet scrotum in her other hand, he reached over and pressed the button to switch off the shower.
Around her knees and thighs, the water level started to sink, the open drain swallowing its fill. For Darla it felt like an all too appropriately morbid metaphor for what she would soon be doing herself.
She leaned in and pressed her lips over the tip of her grandad’s big thick hard on. She pressed herself down that jaw aching length.
She thought back to all the other times. Raddi’s sure, she had given him head plenty of times, he loved it. But before Raddi there had been a handful… Well, no… Numerous others, she supposed, how she had perfected her technique. Many of them though, had not really been through any choice that she had made. Not sober, at least. It was often the lesser of two evils. You sucked cock if you didn’t want it forced up inside you. And at the time, she hadn’t been ready to give up her cherry. Not until Mick McNavan.

  “Young Darla’s fat, dick-sucking lips.” Freddie sighed, gorging on the feel of her mouth encircling his throbbing crown.

She kept a hand around the root of his shaft, absorbing around half of his length, only having small hands. She prayed he wouldn’t pull her hand away. She was capable of deep throating a cock but she didn’t like doing it, the sensation was truly uncomfortable and she gagged horribly every time any lad had made her take his cock into her throat.

Freddie put both his hands on to the back of her head, fingers sliding into the clinging wetness of her natural red tresses, now waterlog-darkened to a midnight shade of burgundy.  Using that harsh grip, he pulled her firmly forward into his crotch. Her lips mashed against the span of her thumb and forefinger, erection filling her mouth and flattening her tongue. Under pressure, it lodged uncomfortably at the rear of her mouth, threatening to make her retch, though not quite.
She urgently worked his ball sack between her palm and fingers, hoping the right amount of gentle caressing of his big, heavy testicles would keep him happy enough so that he wouldn’t force his way into her throat.
She got lucky. He dragged her face hard into his fat bloated crotch four or five times, though without ever trying to pull her hands away. And once he had enjoyed that dominant activity for a while, he let go of her head completely.

  “Come on then Darla, show me what you’ve got.” He grunted. “Suck me off, girl, make me spunk, and make it good. Just like you do for your young fella.”

Silently thankful for the small mercy, Darla got to work, wetting as much of his shaft as she could with her laving tongue, ladling saliva all over. She used her gripping fists to slick her juices over his hard meat, then took him back into her mouth. She sealed her lips tight around the rim of his crown and hoovered his upper half with intense suction and back and forth bobbing while she worked her slick fist up and down the root, keeping her grip tight and her sucking fast and hard. She topped it off with plenty of tongue caresses, probing and tickling. Darla could tell she was doing a good job by the intensity and volume of his groans.
He leaned over her fast-bobbing head, reaching down with one hand to cup and cruelly squeeze one of her full tits while the other hand pressed against the tiled wall, keeping him balanced and on his feet.

  “That’s it, that’s it! Suck that fucker! Suck it you little whore! Suck that dick! Go on! Keep going! I’m nearly there… I’m almost…AHHHHH! AHHHHH! FUCK! YEAH!”

He came with a hoarse, rattling groan as four or five heavy spurts of hot and highly pressured ropes of spunk shot into her mouth, the dense salty fluid quickly coating her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She felt one strike her uvula directly, making her cough and then choke as another squirt of his strong salty seed shot straight down her gullet. She swallowed it quickly before it went down the wrong way and brought about a full-on coughing fit.

Obediently, knowing from experience, she carried on throughout working his shaft and his big balls with both hands. She sucked hard on his bloated crown, swishing her tongue back and forth across its sensitive underside until the vile, warm fluid had ceased pouring into her mouth.
Having dutifully swallowed down everything he had to give her, she continued sucking and licking until he was fresh and clean, his balls fully drained and the dregs licked away and swallowed down with all the rest of it.
Panting and moaning he finally straightened up with a deep satisfied groan and pulled away. He even gave her a little appreciative pat on the top of her shower-soaked head as he shuffled back to the opposite end of the bath. His cock, looking swollen and ruddy, the foreskin somewhat pruned, still stuck out from his water-logged pubic nest, perhaps half hard. Certainly not fully soft.

  “Come on, young Darla, we’re all done here. Time to dry off and get to bed...”

She groaned inwardly, pulling herself achingly to her feet. The relief and happiness she felt, that it was all over and done with, was palpable. She had slaked his apparently long-standing and powerful sexual desire for her, and now she could get to her bed and put this all behind her.
Belatedly Darla realised that her step-grandad was still talking to her.

  “…Plenty more fun to be had. Plenty more spunk to fuck and suck out of my balls.”
  “What?”
  “After all,” He grinned. “We’ve got all night.”

[spunkjunk]

A hot start! Merit.
looking forward to what happens 'all night' 
Love Grandad Freddies dirty talk.
Greetings
Spunky

Well done, hope there is more to come

[nickamano]

Thanks to you both. Glad you're enjoying things so far. There will be eight parts in all and at least one of them will have to be split for length.

[vile8r]

Yes, nickamano! I'm really enjoying this story! Such great detail. Grandaddie Fred is a real bastard and I like him. What else will he have planned for Darla?

 

[nickamano]

Thank you Vile8r. look below to find out!

[nickamano]

Friday.

Darla was sore all day Friday. Work was a nightmare. She was tired and irritable and upset, always feeling close to tears and struggling with her anxiety. But in some ways her soreness wasn’t the worst part; it was a constant reminder of last night and this morning. And what she still had back home, waiting for her after her shift was over. That was what Freddie had promised her before he had allowed her to leave for work late that morning.
After the shower rape, she had suffered through a further two hours of more of the same. Out of the shower, Freddie had wound a hand in her hair and marched her along the upstairs landing to his and Darla’s nan’s bedroom; liberally groping her flexing bottom as he pushed her ahead of him. Once in the room he had pushed her face down over the bed so she was bent over from the waist, ass up, feet on the floor. Slapping one big hand in the middle of her back to pin her in place gave her bare bottom a nasty harsh spanking. Blatantly enjoying the feel of her pliant buttocks responding to his slaps, quivering and turning ruddy and then shiny crimson. He also appeared to enjoy her little pillow-subdued squeals and screams just as much as her quivering arse cheeks.

She realised his ‘playfulness’ was changing when that hand, between spanks, would slide into the channel between her smooth buttocks and probe her, stroking her from anus to the peach of her pussy. His wandering fingers parted her vulva which, with her body’s betrayal, had become slick with her juices. He only touched her ass hole a couple of times, which really scared her, but it was just him applying a little teasing fingertip pressure, he never actually thrust anything up there.
Darla actually felt grateful to him for not focussing on her ass hole, and then felt angry with herself for her gratitude.
Soon enough the spanking had been put aside in favour of some vigorous finger fucking which, again to her shame, brought Darla to a quaking climax. Fist stuffed into her mouth to silence her reaction. She was relieved that he had pushed her face down, so she could hide her reactions, at least her face, from him.
Soon afterwards, she felt him shift on the carpet, kneeling down behind her. He grabbed her buttocks, which were still smarting from his laid-on hand, spread them wide and pushed his face hard into the radiating heat between them sucking her cum juices into his mouth. Then he proceeded to eat her out for a good ten minutes, deliberately forced a third orgasm out of her. This time, even though she was trying to use the bedding to mask her moans, she couldn’t keep quiet about it. At least he didn’t bother to deepen her humiliation by drawing attention to her climaxes. He just gleefully forced them out of her and feasted on the results.
When he was done, and despite his advanced years, he used his physicality to toss her forward, fully onto the bed and flipped onto her back. He followed her, climbed up on top and flattened his body on hers. This time he started by sucking hard on her engorged nipples, nibbling and then branding her with painfully applied love bites to her puckered areolae.

He was still working cruelly over her tits - one gnarled overexcited hand squeezing brutally and his drool wet mouth, sucking and biting at her sore nipples - when she felt him positioning his hard cock between her soaked pussy lips. She reached down vainly, trying to push him away from her most intimate place, as though forgetting he had already fully taken her in the bath. He responded by biting down harder on her nipple, slapping her hands away before he fiercely thrust into her, hammering his length and punching the head  right into her cervix.
Darla arched under him, gasping at the painful, over-stretching intrusion; her whole body shivering under his bulk. He grunted in response, seemingly at the pleasure of his dominance as much as the physical sensation of being inside the young twenty-year-old’s tight, hot snatch.
Once he had started to take her in that rough, sweaty, uncomfortable missionary position, Darla gave in. She couldn’t stop him; the worst had already been done. All she could do was to hurry it along, to get it over and done with.
Still, she was unwilling to go the whole hog, she wouldn’t thrust her hips back onto him or use her hands to caress him or to instigate the dirty wet French kisses he appeared to enjoy. Instead, she lay back, docile, and let him do what he wanted only unleashing her emotions vocally, moaning and gasping and whimpering, unfortunately those sexual utterances only seemed to goad him onwards and upwards.
He continued to molest her naked body as he hammered his fat old meat inside her. Sucking and biting her tits and mauling her tight buttocks. He probed her with his tongue - in her ears, across the side of her face down to her lips and then into her forced open mouth. When he kissed her, lips sealing onto lips, she forced herself to reciprocate.
Though now inside her in the most intimate way and directly responsible - however humiliating - for her own multiple climaxes, Freddie was no less the vile, fat and stinky seventy-something abuser and pervert she had always known him to be. Somehow, having confirmed to her that he actually knew how to use his big repugnant dick, that fact felt the worst of all.

He lasted a surprisingly long time, far longer than Raddi ever had. Darla was ashamed that the rhythmic thrusts of his sexual assault pummelling her naked erogenous zones had brought about yet another orgasm. And this time, she didn’t have the energy to try and hold back. He laughed as she came under him yet again enjoying her humiliation even more as he pounded away on her. She practically shrieked, shaking under him. Her body rocked, tensing up as he continued to plough into her, while she was overwhelmed by a hot, slick wave of unwanted sexual pleasure. His laughter melted into a deep groan as her pussy walls clamped tight around his hard driving shaft. And after only a few short minutes after Darla’s orgasm had subsided, Freddie gave a great guttural holler and jetted his next hot load into her soaked pussy. Squirting his plentiful fuck juice all the way up into her pulsing young cervix.
Shivering and moaning, Darla offered a silent prayer to the contraceptive implant without which, given the amount of cum he was noisily dumping into her, she would no doubt have ended up carrying her own Grandfather’s baby in her belly.
He eventually rolled off her and lay beside her, sweaty and panting, little groans and laughter punctuating his rapidly diminishing vigour.
They dozed. Darla had intended to wait until he was asleep and then sneak back into her own room, hopefully try to figure out a way of barricading her door. But she was just as tired, if not more so, and she fell fast asleep right there alongside him.
She awoke in the early hours with a sharp pain in her scalp. It took her a moment to realise that Freddie was awake, his cock was big and hard all over again and he had a hand wound around her hair and was urging her face-first down his naked body towards that hard on.

It took him giving her a few, light stinging slaps across her face and growled orders before she acceded to leaning over his prone body, her head down in his lap and taking his resurgent penis into her mouth. He kept the hand wrapped around her long auburn locks, in fact he put both hands to the back of her head and made her work her lips rapidly up and down the length of his hard cock.
This time he made her properly deep throat him, enjoying the wet gaging noises of her obvious efforts, and suffering. Luckily, it didn’t take too long for her to drain his balls this time. Using her skills and experience, she sucked hard, taking him as deep as he demanded - making her pop his fat, swollen crown into the tight constriction of her oesophagus, again and again in rapid succession - until he let out another of those heavy, guttural groans. She felt his cock shaft bulging and straining inside her mouth and then the hot, rank fluid began to erupt, spurting all over the inside of her mouth, filling the cavity and forcing her to swallow. That was when the head wasn’t firmly embedded in throat. When it was, the hot cum streamers burst straight into her oesophagus, making her cough and gag.
He kept her head down and her hair wound up until she had sucked and swallowed all he had for her. However, he still maintained that grip, continuing to hold her in place until she had cleaned up after herself, working her tongue around and beneath his foreskin and then lapping at his vile, hairy ball sack before he let her go.

In the morning, when they got up, she had been instructed to make him breakfast but she had to do it in the nude. Freddie casually groped her and spanked her bare bottom whenever she was in range. She was half expecting to be ordered to crawl under the table and suck his cock again while he ate his meal or be bent over it to get taken from behind. However, he seemed to have been satisfied, at least for the time being, with the spanking and groping and no doubt the enjoyment of having total control over her.
After his breakfast, he let her go and get ready for her shift, as if nothing had happened.
Once again, though tired and sore, Darla was more than a little grateful for her twelve-hour shift at the local supermarket. It was a slow shift, mainly stacking shelves and helping customers find things. She worked the till for an hour, covering someone’s break. She got chatted up by the security guard for a while which, though the guard himself was rather distasteful, was still a nice ego boost.
But when it came to eleven PM and the end of her shift. She was once again shivering with anxiety, close to tears and dreading returning home. A couple of her colleagues noted her apparent disturbed state, but no one asked her what was up. Not that she would have told them if they had asked.

Home was a short walk. On the way, dragging her feet and trying to control her shivering and feelings of nausea, she passed by a group of drunk lads close to her own age who, as was typical, shouted to her; making the usual lewd comments, lewd suggestions, lewd offers. She ignored them, as was typical, and was relieved when they didn’t try to pursue her. However, she had at least momentarily, considered actually going over there. Joining them with their cheap booze and spliffs. She could have stayed out all night, maybe even talked one of them into letting her stay at his. She’d have ended up getting fucked no doubt, in these circumstances it would been an unspoken agreement. But at least they would be her own age and not all of them had to be ugly losers. There might be one handsome or sexy guy in the group. Besides, any one of them had to be better than Freddie.
Even so, her feet had kept her on track for home. After the noise of their illicit shouts, the comments about her overtly bouncing boobs and the tightness of her leggings, and finally their laughter had faded - she had started to recognise that maybe she could have ended up having to fuck and suck all of them. After all, she’d heard the rumours about the levels of thuggery of some of these gangs of lads and of their attitude toward girls. Maybe they would have beat and robbed her and then stripped her naked and had their fun, leaving her in a back alley, used and sore, bleeding and leaking spunk from all her holes… No, she had made the right call. At least Freddie was only one old man, and if she couldn’t handle one old man...
As she stepped up to the front door and fished her key from her handbag, she had talked herself into a calmer state. Really, it was only fucking, no big deal. She did it with Raddi all the time, and she had done it with other guys too. She would just shut herself off. She’d go through the motions, while putting her mind elsewhere. Maybe she could down a bottle of vodka before she went to bed, if she downed a whole bottle, she might even zone out completely. Let that filthy old pervert have his fun. It would be nothing to her, she could handle it.

However, she never got the chance to grab any bottle of vodka. Because he was still up and waiting for her. Standing in the hall at the bottom of the stairs, one gnarled hand gripping the wooden orb of the newel post.
When she saw him there, those darkly callous, lustful eyes and that cruel grin and the tented front of his thin cotton pyjamas, all of the self-enforced determination and confidence bolstering went immediately out of the window. He was going to be doing whatever he wanted to her again tonight and there was nothing she could do to stop him. That terrified her and she felt the vile flutters of anxiety in her chest.
He was wearing an old stained rugby shirt, that showed off his rotund belly while the pyjama bottoms hung slack from his flabby hips. Except at the crotch where there was that pronounced bulge.
To Darla that bulge might as well have been a loaded gun, or chair leg - something he was going to use on her, to hurt her, to humiliate her. After last night, she felt intimately familiar with its true dimensions – a little over average in length while disproportionately broad in girth. But the way he was lit, standing there alongside the lamp in the hall, and with her currently anxiety-wired mind the tented fabric bulge looked huge, monstrous. She felt sickened and she shivered again, anxiety peaking.

The only advice her conscious mind could offer was to cooperate, to avoid making him angry or even more violent than he already was with her.
There was surprising strength behind all that fat concealed muscle, however aged it was, and she felt there was a lot of pent-up lust and anger, perhaps generalised anger toward women. Pissing him off by fighting him or struggling too much would only make it that much harder for her. Besides, if she fought too hard, she might really hurt him, even end up being the cause of his demise and then she’d be in trouble with the police and her whole family would hate and disown her. No, going along with it was all she could really do.

  “Took your time, young Darla.” He growled. “I’ve been as horny as a teenager for a fucking hour waiting on you. Come on now. Straight to bed with you, you’ve got dick to satisfy.”

He didn’t grab her or even push her ahead of him. He simply stood there, watched her lock up, deposit her handbag and jacket on hooks by the door, then then turn, head lowered in defeat, and head for the stairs. He stepped in front of her, silently leading her to the bedroom. He didn’t even look back. Without a word, Darla obediently followed him.

  “This time, we’re going to do it in your room.” He announced. “With all yer weird ‘Monster High’ dolls and your cutesy cuddly-toy shit around you. Maybe I’ll spunk all over em, let it all dry there. Stain them all, as a reminder.”

He laughed, glancing back at her. Darla kept her eyes and head down but she was blushing furiously. He led the way into her bedroom, flicking on the bedside lamp. He started to hurriedly yank off his clothes. She followed him inside demurely, keeping eyes and head down. She stood at the foot of her small bed, trying to mentally prepare herself for what was about to be done to her this time.

  “Get undressed and straight into bed.” He ordered. “Actually no. Go and brush your teeth first, then you can strip in front of me while I watch.”

She didn’t put on a show, no sultry dancing. She wouldn’t really have known what to do. However, Freddie didn’t seem interested anyway. He sat there, stark naked and fully erect, on top of her narrow single bed, rubbing one of her Demon Slayer plushies up and down against his dick while he watched her getting naked for him. His eyes were like flames burning with his lust. And he was constantly fidgeting, fondling his balls, licking his lips and rubbing himself slowly as she unveiled her slender yet shapely body.

  “I’m fucking hot for you again, young Darla.” He announced. “All hot and bothered, my dick’s so fucking hard. I feel like you’re gonna have another long night ahead of you, under me, on top, bent over like a little bitch. Can’t help it though, can I? That tight, teenage body, those curves. You drive me mad girl, have fer years. And you’ve always known it, haven’t you? Watching me watching you. Teasing me like a little slut.”

He let out a long guttural groan as she silently unhooked and then dropped her bra, before knowingly turning her back to him while she rolled her thong down her long, shapely legs. Naked, she looked over at him, blushing, frightened into timidity. He ginned then patted the bedding at his hip, ‘inviting’ her to join him.

  “And, of course, there’s all those quality skills you were showing off last night. Fucking hell, girl. Your little prick of a boyfriend must have it good, getting to have you under him whenever he fancies it. Jesus, I bet he doesn’t leave you alone! I tell you, if I were him, I’d be banging you at every fucking opportunity.”
  “But, I bet it wasn’t him who taught you everything you know, was it? Bet it’s all down to the fella of that bitch of a mammy of yours, wasn’t it? Bet he introduced you to his cock the day he moved in, didn’t he? Bet he’s been screwing your little cunt since before you grew them big milkers. Bet he’s reamed your arse too, hasn’t he? Hundreds of times! Bet you’ve been made to share a bed with him and your whore of a mammy? Had to make them both cum? I bet you did!”

Sickened, she didn’t reply to his deranged fantasising. She just came over to the bed, shivering in fear, foolishly trying to cover her tits and pussy with her hands as she closed in on her step-grandfather spread akimbo over her anime duvet cover.

  “Not that I care. I’m just the beneficiary of your natural talent, aren’t I!”

And with that, all talking, other than the odd command, was done with.
He wrapped an arm tight around the girl and pulled her onto her bed on top of him, sliding down until he lay out flat and tossing the pre-cum streaked plushie. He wrapped both arms around her in a bear hug, pressing her down onto him face to face, flesh on flesh. One hand clamped down hard on her arse, squeezing firmly on one buttock, digging his fingers in and enjoying the little wince-expression on her pretty young face.  His other hand was across the middle of her back to keep her pressed against him, to crush those big tits against his flesh. Not that she was going to try to run away, no matter how much she desperately wanted to.

  “Fucking slap lips on little whore! Snog me like I’m your prick boyfriend.”

Still trying hard to shut herself down, to detach herself from her reality, Darla obediently leaned in. She pressed her lips onto his and kissed him hard. She didn’t shy away from expressing passion, no matter how fake. She had ordered herself to make it was easy for her possible. Give him what he wanted, cooperate fully and work hard at every filthy task. Maybe she could make him cum his limit and tire him out quickly enough so that he would fall asleep and then she could sneak away to another bedroom, her nan’s or the box room, and get a peaceful night’s rest. Though first, obviously, she would have to completely drain his big geriatric balls and take three or four, or five or six loads of his putrid spunk inside her.
He forced her to keep up the vile open mouth lip-lock for ages. His tongue tasted rancid and his breath smelled of whisky and cigarettes. His hands roamed her tight young body freely. And, once he had shoved her hands down between them to his waiting meat, she obediently worked up and down on his cock and balls. Almost constantly groaning through the French kissing, Freddie happily squeezed and slapped at the bulging sides of her tits, before rummaging a hand between them so he could pinch and tug at her nipples. He also fingered her between her still sore buttocks; probing both her pussy and her arsehole. Before long he had two fingers stabbing rapidly in and out of Darla’s throbbing pussy, while another finger stroked back and forth up and down over the tiny pucker of her anal sphincter.
Suddenly he released her tit and grabbed a fist full of her long red hair, tugging it back to force her mouth off his. He stared up into her big pained eyes.

  "You ready to suck out my first load? You gonna swallow a gutful of my spunk?"

She couldn't bring herself to answer. Or even nod her head. He was nonchalant.

  "Doesn't matter if you're ready or not, you're gonna do it. So, get down there, Darla!"

Using his grip of her hair to direct her, he moved her bodily down the bed face first until she was staring down at his overeager cock. It was sticking vertically upward and throbbing visibly with desire. Reluctant but without hesitation, she opened her mouth and he pushed her all the way down the shaft, punctuating the aggressive action with a deep loud groan of pleasure.
Darla wondered how much the neighbours might well hear. Would they think it was her and her boyfriend? Would they not know her nan wasn't home and therefore assume it must be her and Freddie? Would they work out the truth? Would they know what she and Freddie were doing and think of her as nothing but a little whore? Like Freddie did. Maybe they would call the Guards and he would get carted off! Now that would be a real blessing! But Darla knew her luck wasn’t as good as that.
She sucked him as well as she could, as she had learned - working her lips up and down his length from crown to root, keeping the seal tight and well lubricated. Add voracious suction on her inhales during each outstroke vacuum-strong. She soon had him hard as stone and writhing under her, jerking upward and groaning with definitely rising pleasure. Though she couldn't see anything much, with her head bobbing rapidly in his lap, she had the impression he was sitting up and leaning over her fast pumping head. One tight fist maintained grip of control on her bunched up hair while the other continued to squeeze and pinch her swinging tits and pain-hardened nipples. A mild, torturous interaction while she continued to suck him hard and long, each fierce draw a rung on the ladder to explosive climax.

He stopped her before she could get him off. They were both panting heavily, Freddie in almost-peaking pleasure, Darla in both discomfort and breathlessness. He released his dual pain-inducing grip of her scalp and her tits. And then, while she knelt up on the mattress – following orders, he shuffled his pale, mottled flab over to the edge of the bed.

  “Lie down flat my girl. Arse up, and spread your legs apart. And shove your face into your pillow.”

Darla didn't complain or question the command, or hesitate. Though light-headed and still trying to suck air into her lungs, she didn’t manage the quickest response in taking up the position. And the delay earned a couple of hard slaps across her full, perky buttocks from her grandad. But by then she had taken up the prescribed position, lying flat and prone, long shapely legs spread wide and her face buried in her pillow.

  “Now then...”

Freddie clambered over her, kneeling between her inner thighs, slapping them wider still. Darla felt one hand press into the duvet alongside her ribs as he supported himself on his knees. Then the hot bulbous and drool-slick cock head asserted itself between her buttocks, separating and then spreading her labia. Lodging itself at the entrance to her throbbing hot pussy.

  “Here we go now... best bit..."

He put his other hand down on the mattress on the other side of her ribs, positioning himself onto his hands and knees, keeping the hot rotund head of his erection secure at the mouth of her pussy. And then he thrust his hardness forcefully into her tight cunt. They both cried out as he instantly bottomed out inside her.

  "Ohhhh... That's fucking it!" Freddie groaned loudly.

Darla's equally vocal and pained wail was subdued by the absorbing nature of the pillow.
Freddie was lying full length on her back, his flabby hips pressing down on her taut buttocks. His fat belly was pressing her body into the mattress, his chest against her shoulders and the back of her head. Once he was secure, he encircled her head in both his arms - one forearm under her armpit and across her throat, the other across the back of her neck in some kind of threatening choke hold, though he refrained from asserting much pressure.

Keeping as much of himself in contact with her taut creamy flesh, he started to rut her fervently, pumping back and forth. His knees and bare feet pressed into the small bed, propelling his turgid erection back and forth, in and out of her over-stretched and barely lubricated cunt. He pressed his face into her hair at the back of her head, smelling her shampoo, her sweat; feeling her muscles and her soft, lightly freckled skin rolling and rocking beneath him. The simple feel of her smooth, naked warmth under him gave Freddie more and more hardness and intensity which he drove immediately into his hard and rough screwing.
Darla soon started to feel over-hot, faint and nauseated. Sandwiched between the mattress, absorbing her own body heat and being sweated by Freddie’s flabby bulk humping away on top of her. She was pinned down, his heft also weighing her down and all but baking her. However, she couldn't move and she couldn't stop him.
The only blessing was the amount of mixed sweat, providing lubrication between their humping bodies as well as trickling down between her buttocks, and inner thighs. Her ever-betraying pussy had begun to respond to her step-grandad’s frictional back-and-forth and she felt flooded with her own juices. He was slowing down and Darla wondered if he was tiring. But he wasn't. Reaching between them, he suddenly grabbed the root of his slippery cock.

  “I ain't spooging up your cunt this time, my little slut. I think I wanna put it somewhere else.”

Pulling out, he lifted the hot pulsing head an inch, and pressed it against her tight little anal mouth.
Darla jumped, as much as she could under the weight of her step-grandad. Reaching back, she pressed her palms into Freddie's flesh, trying to push him away from her anal entrance but it was to no avail. He was too strong and too determined. Instead, she resorted to a sob-heavy pleading. 

  “Please don't, Oh please! I'm begging you, not in my arse... please Grandad Freddie...”
  “I'll let you make the choice then, young Darla. Either you can take it up your arse till I cum, or you can eat mine...”

She couldn’t see the grin on his face, but she could absolutely hear it in his voice. She felt sick, desperate to have him leave her alone. And knowing all too well that she wasn’t going to get what she wanted. She was trapped.

  “I... I can't... I can't take it up there... I can't... I please...”
  “Right then,” He laughed. “Eating Grandad's shitter it is.”

However, he returned his cock to her pussy, slamming back into her slick tunnel, re-stretching her trembling walls and hammering into her again - surprisingly, fast and deep, seemingly with a new level of tapped energy. But he was also panting with heightened fatigue right into her ear. Of course, his panting was tainted by the pleasured grunting that interrupted the rhythmic sounds. For some reason, it grated on Darla's nerves, disturbing her even more than the threat of sodomy. Making connections to past experiences she had tried hard to keep out of her memory.
She knew ahead of time when he was going to stop, and again it wasn't due to emptying his balls inside her, at least not yet. With a long low groan, he slowed and then stopped his thrusting completely, releasing the girl from the choke hold.
Awkwardly, groaning muttered complaints, he climbed off her sweat-slick back and knelt up, still positioned between her spread thighs. He gave her another harsh and noisy slap across one ruddy half-numb buttock. It brought out a breathy little squeal from her.
 
  "Shift yourself girl." He snapped.

The spanking hand had remained on her arse cheek, caressing and squeezing. Darla felt she had to stay put until he was done with her ass though she propped herself up on her elbows, glad of the airflow beneath her and the weight off her back and breasts. He probed the inner curves, her anus and pussy lips, shifting the sweat and her juices around, coating it with his fingers and easing his own digital penetrations. But he gave in, giving her a final spank.

  “C'mon little slut, shift yourself.”

She got up. But not moving quickly enough for Freddie, she was hustled down toward the foot of the bed. He took her place, lying flat on his back, his glistening erection still at full mast and visibly pulsing. He lifted his legs, hooking his hands around the back of his knees while he spread himself. Darla found it obscene. He nodded at her and then down at his up-lifted, exposed anus.

  “There you go, one eatable arse for my little slut.” He laughed. “Go on then! Get your lips on it and push your tongue right up there.”

Darla couldn't help the look of disgust that twisted her pretty face. Freddie grinned for a second but his smile quickly dropped, instead forming a threatening snarl.

  “Now, don't fuck with me girl. Your mouth on my arse and your tongue right up there, while your hands are on my dick and balls. And you’re to work that over until my spunk's raining down on you! Don't keep me waiting now.”

He raised and shook a big mottled fist at her. Fighting down a desire to vomit, Darla slid down onto her hands and knees, crawled up to his spread buttocks. Up close, she lay herself out across the bed and, trying to bury her awareness elsewhere, she pressed her lips to his hairy old arse hole simultaneously taking hold of his erect cock and heavy sweaty scrotum. 
His natural musk was abhorrent but at least his arse appeared clean. She started by daubing his sphincter with the flat of her tongue, licking up and down and letting her saliva flow liberally, hoping it would wash away that rank musk. Her hands worked thoroughly - one gently cupping and palming his testes like a pair of golf balls, rolling them inside their sack and squeezing gently - her other hand jerked his foreskin up and down with speedy ferocity, hoping to tug him to climax before she had to enter more unpleasant territory with her tongue. Unfortunately, Freddie wasn't for letting her get away with it.

  “If I don't feel your tongue pushed right up my arse in the next five seconds, Darla, you're gonna get such a fucking thrashing!”

Fighting back resurgent sobs and the horrible razor-tipped butterflies of rising anxiety, Darla firmed her tongue, pressed the tip against the star shaped ring of hair rimmed creases that formed her grandad’s anal entrance and then started to pushing forward, insinuating the organ into his dirtiest hole a little at a time.
Clamping her lips against the hairy puckered sphincter, trying not to think about what she was doing or where her mouth was, Darla pushed inward firmly. She stabbed upward, working her tongue with an urgency, driving deeper and deeper into his rectum. Holding her breath, she rolled her tongue and thrust it forward by moving her face, rotating her head from side to side, so her tongue rolled left and right inside Freddie’s anus.

  “Oh… fuck yeah! You little whore! Suck that arse! Jesus damn it, girl! That’s good!”

With all that filthy taboo action along with Darla's manual attentions on his heavy balls and straining hard erection, Freddie was never expecting to last long. He started writhing and moaning. Then shakes began to ripple through his body> His legs trembling, hands clutching at her bedding, he threw his head back, moaning loudly. He howled out curses as his orgasm suddenly peaked.

  “Oh, Jesus, young Darla! Goddamn it! You're making me fucking cum! Fuck!”

She felt the initial rain of heavy, warm drops spatter across her forehead and into her hair. Then a big globule struck her eyebrow, oozing slowly onto her eyelash and over the lid. Another fat dollop hit her where nose met cheek, drooling slothfully downward like a reluctant tear, eventually finding its way onto her upper lip. Her eye started to sting, as though she'd got soap into it. She squeezed it shut, trying to fight off the horrible reaction.
She was still fighting the increasing discomfort behind her eyelid when she felt his hand in her hair, pulling her away.

  “Go on slut, bathroom now. Get some mouthwash down you. Then you can come
straight back and use your mouth to get me hard again. Long night a head of you yet.”

Darla staggered out of her bedroom and across the landing. Though the vile taste hadn't lasted very long, just the thought of where her lips and tongue had been, enthused her with a dire need for the suggested mouthwash and a quick and violent brushing of her teeth. Those two felt even more pressing than rinsing the cum out of her eye.

It hardly occurred to Darla to try and run. A momentary fantasy perhaps, sliding in and then out again. Her phone, clothes and other essentials were all in her bedroom. Sure, her keys and purse might be downstairs in her handbag, but she couldn't go without her other stuff.
And where could she go to? Raddi's mum had never allowed her to stay over. She had done before, in secret, but it was always a fraught time and she had to be up early and out before his mum woke up. Aunt Mary wouldn't let her stay at hers, not with Mark and her son Callum. Her dad’s was a different kind of nightmare with Claire and her nightmare stepsisters. And going back to her mum's, with her stepdad so obviously horny for her, that would be no less than out-of-the-frying-pan-into-the-fire.
Mouth refreshed and minty and face washed and eye no longer stinging, she sulkily dawdled her way back to her bedroom where Freddie was impatiently waiting for her.

  “Come on young Darla, you sexy little slut. Back into bed with you. Quick-sharp.”

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Just like the previous night, it was well after three in the morning before all that protracted raping made way for some blissful sleep.
To begin with, Freddie had forced Darla to actually cuddle up to him, once she had obediently climbed back under her duvet alongside him. The two of them under the sheets, pressed up close together almost like boyfriend and girlfriend. His arms had locked possessively around her, one filling up with her perky tit flesh, the other cupping and squeezing her taut and toned arse. One leg asserted itself between hers and she had his penis, already three quarters hardened, pressed into her own hands, while he leaned over her. His weight pressed her awkwardly into the mattress, pinning her with his prodigious weight. Once pinned, he went all out on dirty tongue-kissing. His lips sealed over hers, his tongue forcing its way in deep, while he moaned at the pleasure of it and the feel of her soft youthful body beneath his.
He'd made her kiss him for what had felt like hours, deep, sensual, wet and hungry kisses. Along with mutual groping, finger fucking, squeezing, pinching, while his desire heated up to a delayed boil. That boiling point instigated Freddie’s pressing Darla flat on her back beneath him, then pressing himself in tight between her forced apart thighs. Once secure, he busied himself with ramming his cock up inside her again, missionary, as fast and deep as he could manage.

Having already emptied his balls up the succulent redhead multiple times in the previous twenty-four hours, Freddie took a long time banging away on top of her. And throughout there was all the rest of it, sucking and biting on her big tits and tender nipples, more love bites. He would squeeze brutally hard on her tensed buttocks while he blazed away inside her clutching cunt, rutting her breathless. It was worse still beneath the covers. Already warm, now that he was full length on top of her, his body heat sweltering her leaving Darla unable to catch her breath or find any way to cool down. She started to feel sick, and then faint. She managed to use her wide spread legs to kick the duvet down off them but it actually made little difference. And all the while Freddie carried on humping away on her, chasing that rapidly building climax.
She was grateful when he finally lifted himself off her and growled at her to get her mouth on him so she could finish him off. It gave her fresh air, freed her from his uncomfortable weight and his rancid sweat, and she knew well enough how to finish him off quickly. Perhaps it would be the end of her torture for the night.
However, even the well-versed method of her deep throat sucking proved ineffective for Freddie. He took over, getting both his hands on her head, fists wrapped around coils of her red hair. Every time she slid his erection into her throat, he forced her head down further with both those clutching hands hard, making sure her lips were buried deep in his wiry grey pubic hair. And the closer he got to climax, the harder he made her work, the more urgently he shoved at her head, the faster he made her take him down to the balls.
 
In the end, he roared out his orgasm, blasting her mouth and throat with his still plentiful seed.
All she could feel while swallowing the thick squirts of his slimy jism - then sucking down the oozing leftover - was the dull throbbing ache surrounding her head, that she felt dizzy and her neck at the top of her spine was sore, as was her scalp where he had been tugging urgently at her fisted hair.
She wouldn't have been surprised to see clumps of her ripped-out hair in his hands, as he finally disentangled himself from her.
She finally lay back on her side on the edge of the bed, panting and moaning not-quite sobs of despair and pain with his burning hot, clammy flesh still pressed up against one arm, and her hip and thigh. Her head throbbing, her throat feeling just as rough and raw as her pussy felt.
Again, they dozed for a while, but this time Freddie's snores kept Darla from drifting off for more than a few minutes at a time. And she ley there still hot, sweaty and uncomfortable. And those snores were like stab wounds to her ears and her palpitating heart.

At one point, Freddie snorted himself awake. A loud snore that snatched his eyes open. He shifted about a bit, turning from his right to his left, and then appeared to realise where he was, and who was pressed up beside him. A tight young body right there, free and available for his use. He propped himself up and stared down at her, his eyes once more aflame with resurgent lust.
Darla, on her back, could already feel his hot, turgid shaft once more pressing against her hip. Biting back a desperate sigh, she somehow strengthened her resolve, knowing without a doubt that she was going to be made to accept yet more coercive and violent sucking and fucking. He grabbed her urgently and rolled her onto her side so they were spooning and his cock was prodding at her buttocks urgently.
Biting on her bottom lip, Darla silently gave him access, lifting up her leg for him then reaching back to pull her buttocks apart.

Excellent, Many thanks

[vile8r]

"When she saw him there, those darkly callous, lustful eyes and that cruel grin and the tented front of his thin cotton pyjamas, all of the self-enforced determination and confidence bolstering went immediately out of the window. He was going to be doing whatever he wanted to her again tonight and there was nothing she could do to stop him. That terrified her and she felt the vile flutters of anxiety in her chest.
He was wearing an old stained rugby shirt, that showed off his rotund belly while the pyjama bottoms hung slack from his flabby hips. Except at the crotch where there was that pronounced bulge."

That is some good imagery! I can just picture him standing there like that! 

"Freddie was lying full length on her back, his flabby hips pressing down on her taut buttocks. His fat belly was pressing her body into the mattress, his chest against her shoulders and the back of her head. Once he was secure, he encircled her head in both his arms - one forearm under her armpit and across her throat, the other across the back of her neck in some kind of threatening choke hold, though he refrained from asserting much pressure."

And this attention to detail! Perfect! Scenes like this really capture the essence of Freddie's domination of Darla. Manhandles her like she's just his object, his personal fucktoy!  And the scene of Darla having to eat his ass! GROSS! But it was awesome!

A merit from me! This story will become a RU classic!

 

[spunkjunk]

poor Darla...lucky us
eager following
great details
thank you
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[nickamano]

Thank you all for the very kind compliments. All very much appreciated.
And for the merit too (which I don't really understand and will have to learn about lol).

[nickamano]

Saturday.

Throughout the rest of the night, Freddie had continued to snore away in her bed, essentially keeping her up.
At least she had work, an earlier start but a shorter 9-6 shift. It got her out of the house and away from her step-grandad and his vile octopus-hands, and his infernal cock.
Plus, she always spent Saturday nights with her boyfriend so at least she would get a night off from the rapes, if they could find somewhere to sleep. Hopefully he could sneak her into his room without his mammy knowing. Otherwise, maybe they could spend the night cuddled up on the backseat of his shitty car or something. It was a shame it wasn’t the summer, they could have slept out under the stars or even got themselves a little tent or something.

On her way to work they had exchanged a few texts, making arrangements. Of course, she’d have to suck and fuck Raddi anyway. He expected nothing less whenever they spent the night together. She had made certain promises, through their pre-work text exchange, to make sure he agreed to let her stay over. But it was Raddi, and she loved him so it would be fine. Best of all, it would keep her out from underneath Freddie’s humping sweaty flab for a full day and night

Throughout her day of stacking shelves and serving customers, she couldn’t help but think about what Freddie had made her do over the rest of the previous night.
And it seemed like, all day, being made to fuck her step-grandad was all that her attention would fixate on. It stabbed into her thoughts unbidden, over and over again, in her head, nonstop. And not only the memories but her other senses became involved too. She could still taste his spunk, smell it and his rank body odour. She felt like she still reeked of it. Of him. His sweat and the memory of the slick heat of his flabby skin against her. Her breasts and buttocks ached, though she was relieved that the redness of his teeth marks and suction marks of his love bites had faded by her lunch break - she had been terrified that Raddi, getting her naked later on, would see the signs of Freddie’s attentions and jump to the conclusion that Darla had been cheating on him.

How many times had she been made to empty his balls last night? Five? Six? She thought six, though her experiences of last night and the night before were already become partially mangled together and it was all flowing around and confusing her.
She remembered lying back with her head hanging over the side of the bed while Freddie throat fucked her, while giving her tits a cruel and protracted groping. She suffered in silence, other than the gagging and spluttering as she throated his cock with hardly any access to air. Almost drowning in her own overflowing saliva. He started to spank her bare pubic mound with one hand as he got close, accelerating his thrusts and bruising her lips with his balls-deep pummelling. The spanks were close enough to her clitoris to give her a brutal unwanted climax of her own. And when in response, her lips tightened around his cock and her gullet corrugated as she gagged and choked on the hard thrusting meat, he suddenly grunted a loud curse and started pumping his thick jism straight down her throat.
Afterwards, he dragged her back into the bed to lie beside him and used her discarded pyjama bottoms to wipe down her drool sodden face. All too soon, he had her French kissing him again while he groped her tits and pussy until his erection had returned.
That time she had been made to ride him reverse cowgirl while he squeezed and spanked her buttocks, when he wasn’t thrusting a finger or two up her arse. And on that occasion, she took his load deep inside her.
They had rested for a while before he had started up on her again. Once again he had made her position herself on top of him, though in a sixty-nine. He had feasted on her lips and pussy tunnel, rubbing at her clit while sucking her labia and either spanking her arse cheeks or fingering her arse hole, or sucking her clit while stuffing fingers in her pussy and arse simultaneously.
It was really hard for Darla to maintain control and rhythm over the sucking of his cock but he informed her that he wasn’t about to let her stop until she had swallowed another load from his balls. So, she focussed as best she could on drawing his orgasm out of him so she could have his balls drained and be done with it. Humiliatingly, he made her climax twice with his fingers and tongue before she was able to coax his spunk into her mouth. After that they had slept.
He had attacked her one more time just prior to the sun’s rise but for once hadn’t been able to get it up enough to fuck her. He had pushed her away in frustration and the two of them had fallen back to sleep.
He had still been asleep when she had left for work, a change of clothes in her bag and a text message to Raddi that she wanted to stay with him Saturday night. She knew what that would represent to him and just hoped she could keep the suffering and sexual trauma she was currently going through from coming out while she was sucking and fucking her boyfriend to his satisfaction.

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Raddi met her outside the store after closing, a few minutes after six. Darla had been standing there, shivering and not because of the cold. That same gang of lads were loitering about on the opposite side of the street. So far, they hadn’t done or said anything but she felt it was only a matter of time before they noticed her, those perpetually jutting tits never failed to garner her attention. At the same time, standing there waiting in the evening twilight, she had been growing increasingly anxious at the idea that Freddie would turn up. His legs, in fact his movement in general had been demonstrably much better than he had always made out when nan was at home. And it had occurred to her, as a nastily unpleasant daydream, that he might arrive as they closed the shop in order to ensure she came home with him. The other staff would doubtless just think it was sweet and thoughtful of her elderly grandad arriving to escort her home in the dark. Not knowing that his true motivation would be to make sure he would be getting full access to her naked young body for the whole of the weekend.

Raddi emerged from the shadows, from the direction of the carpark. His tall slender frame highlighted in the shell-suit pants and tight t-shirt that she had bought him. The baseball cap shadowed his eyes but revealed that inviting, infectious smile. She shivered again, this time with a mixture of pleasure and relief.

  “I got your text, babe. We should be fine for you staying over. Mammy’s out for the evening so, as long as we’re quiet, I can just pretend you’ve already gone home when she gets back.”
  “Great! I’ve been looking forward to it for days.”
  “So have I. Especially with what you were implying. I love your BJ’s!”
  “I love giving them. But you’re getting a night of full-on screwing, as much as you can handle. I hope you got the stamina!”
  “Oh, you don’t have to worry about me, babe. I’ll be the one wearing you the fuck out!”

Grinning, he threw an arm around her waist, turning her toward the carpark. So on enough his attention dipped and his hand cupped one buttock and gave it a good hearty squeeze. There were sudden wolf-whistles and lewd, rowdy shouts from that gang of boys across the street. Raddi just ignored them, but Darla couldn’t help but shiver at the rude content of their ribald sexual jibes.
She had to fight down a cringing sensation of anxiety at the feel of the hand firmly groping her arse. However, once they were in his car, pulling out of the carpark and then up the street and out of town, a great wave of relief, lightness and excitement washed over her. She found it impossible to hold back a sun-bright smile. Another shiver ran down her back but this time it was a joyful thrill, along with a wave of affection and attraction for the young man sitting beside her. She couldn’t wait to get him home and share this elation with him, give back some of this great wave of pleasure she was suddenly feeling being in his presence.

They came to a halt at a traffic light, which she had been praying for ever since it occurred to her that it would be coming up. Once they pulled up, she took full advantage of the pause in motion, all but climbing into his lap and stuffing her lips onto his, her tongue deep in his mouth. She lost herself in his hungry reciprocation, his tongue thrusting into her mouth, and his hand appreciatively stroking and squeezing her full tits through her uniform top. She returned the implication by feeling out the hot lump in his pants and rubbing it firmly, making it fill out and tent up his loose-fitting sweatpants. As he squeezed her breasts, rubbing a thumb back and forth across the stubs of her rapidly stiffening nipples, she moaned excitedly into his open mouth, rubbing her thighs together in rising desire.
A curt beep of a car horn snatched them apart and they glanced up to see the light had changed to green. Raddi put up a hand of apology as he pulled away from the traffic light, soaring through the gears and pushing the needle beyond the legal limit. He got them back to his house in record time.
Darla felt giddy, trying to keep the laughter inside. It was quite the compliment that he was in such a rush to get her home so he could get his hands on her again. For a few minutes, the living nightmare of her home and of that perverse old bastard all but slipped her mind. Though when it did come back it was like a knife of ice to her heart, almost dowsing her desire. She had to put all her focus on pleasing Raddi, even if it meant putting aside her own pleasure. So what if memories of her time on the end of her grandad’s cock were filling her thoughts and spoiling her own sexual desire? Raddi wouldn’t know that and it shouldn’t stop her showing her sweet, sexy boyfriend a good time. It wasn’t about to stop her making him cum over and over again.
 
  “Tell me what you want me to do, okay?” She whispered. “I’m all yours tonight. Anything you want. Just think of me as your personal cum-dump, I’ll do whatever.”
  “I’ll hold you to that babe!” Raddi said, laughing.

But really it was the other way around, she felt insatiable toward him. Of course, he made full use of her lust but it was very much Darla’s show. Between sliding his key into the front door and letting them inside, Darla pressed herself up against him firmly, getting him to pin her between the door frame and himself. He took her cue, kissing her deep while he liberally felt her up with both hands.
Fighting again to keep the anxiety of Freddie out of her mind, Darla got both hands on Raddi. She pushed them down under the elastic waistband of his sweatpants and filled her palms, one with a hard smooth arse cheek, the other with his hard cock and warm, sweaty balls.
By the time he reached around her and opened the door to shove her inside, he was rampant. She had got him panting and practically mad with lust, just the way Darla had intended. Just the way Freddie had been the last two nights when she had returned from her shift. She just needed to take those memories and replace them but for some reason she felt like she needed the experiences to be comparative for it to work.

They fucked three times over the course of the night. Twice before Raddi’s mammy returned from her night out - and for once she hadn’t come back alone – with Darla giving Raddi a quick blow job, slotted in amongst taking his cock. And then once more once they had gone up to bed.
They had started on the living room sofa, Raddi confident that his mother wouldn’t reappear until at least one in the morning. So, it was instant, the second the front door was slammed shut. They staggered across the hall and into the living room, desperately undressing each other, laughing at the near misses with furniture and struggles to maintain balance.
They were naked, or practically, by the time they fell together on the couch; enjoying maybe a minute of manual foreplay before Raddi shoved his shaft deep inside Darla’s hot drooling pussy and humping away on her. His hands gripped her ass while his mouth switched between her lips and her hard swollen nipples. Her pained tits still looked a little bit raw to Darla after all the abuse Freddie had been doling out over the last couple of days, but Raddi hadn’t noticed. Maybe the lamplight in the living room was enough to soften the marks on her body or maybe Raddi was too horny to pay any attention.

His fucking pace was hard and fast, the typically impatient youth. All over the place, his firm grip, and rapid-fire hip hammering, along with raw, lust driven attacks on her mouth and raw nipples that had her panting and groaning on the edge of being overwhelmed by his intensity. However, Darla felt like that was exactly the kind of unstoppable, short-term fuck-pummelling she needed. Hopefully lots of goes, even if each of them short lived. It was all rampant high energy, leaving them both breathless and euphoric, like a fast-paced electro-dance beat.
He bellowed her name as he emptied his balls into her, his face buried in her big soft tits. Squirting a ton of juice into her. Unfortunately, given all the recent forced sexual activity, it felt all too familiar to Darla and her insides still felt a little tender given all the rough action Freddie had been asserting. Raddi’s erect cock wasn’t as sizeable as her grandad’s and the feeling of him coming inside her was completely different, physically certainly, but emotionally. She just wished she had enjoyed a climax of her own. Still, it had felt really nice and just what she needed. Which meant everything to her in that moment.

Afterwards he got them some drinks and threw Darla the television remote so she could find them something to watch. Both having remained naked, their attention didn’t remain on the teen-horror show for very long. Darla had only thrown a woollen blanket over herself that usually hung over the back of the couch. It had slipped quickly enough, showing off one DD-cup tit.
Raddi didn’t waste much time before latching onto it with a hand and then his mouth. Darla returned the attention by grabbing his soft and still slightly slimy cock and handling it back to full hardness. It didn’t take long. Then she lowered herself into his lap and sucked him off while he reached over her slender back and fingered her pussy, this time managing to elicit an orgasm from her about a minute before she sucked him to his own, dutifully swallowing down his second load, which was surprisingly plentiful.
They carried on with the generic teen-horror film but all too soon, as the film showed sexy teens around their own age, flirting and then stripping naked and getting it on (before getting brutally murdered), the footage served to fuel their own mutual lust and within minutes they were back to fucking.

This time he grabbed her by the hips and flipped her over onto her front then hauled her upwards so she was on her knees bent forward. Forearms crossed beneath her chin, Darla leaned on the arm of the couch. She arched her back to put her arse at what she hoped was the right height for him. Immediately, the hot spongy lump of his solid cock head spread her lips apart and started to teasingly inch forward and back, each inward motion pushing him slowly, that little bit deeper inside her. Darla found herself pleasantly surprised by his patience. Usually, he just slammed in balls deep. And for her the sex often started off as uncomfortable, at least at the start. But she had learned long ago, before Raddi even, not to expect anything less. Even someone as mature and experienced as Freddie was more often than not screwing her just the same way, roughly slamming it all the way up her and then fiercely hammering away. Once he was balls deep in Darla’s well lubricated tunnel, now properly relaxed and open for him, Raddi gripped her slender waist with both hands, hooking the smooth swell of her hips as he pushed all the way into her.

Unfortunately, she soon realised the worse part about this doggie style position - that she couldn’t see who was screwing her. And all too soon, uncomfortable feelings started to slip into her attention and she started to feel like she was bent over and being taken by grandad instead of her boyfriend. Hating that she was unable to see Raddi, she twisted her head around to look back at him, needing to see her guy rather than the creeping disturbance of Freddie. She craned her neck until it ached, so she could get him clearly into her view, watched him pounding her excitedly from behind. It made all the difference. His face was flushed and his naked body was beaded with little jewels of sweat. She stared back at his face, the taut sexy muscles of his chest and abdominals. But it was his face that really made her tingle and juice up around his thrusting meat, the pleasure and lust that was etched there on his kind features stroked her ego. She came suddenly, her pussy walls contracting around his length like a fist. Giving a loud sudden moan, Raddi slammed into her one more time, his face creasing into a look that was almost disbelief.
And then his cum was squirting into her, a series of heavy bursts of wet pressured heat, fusing with her own hot orgasmic throbs. Panting loudly, he collapsed onto Darla’s back groaning and lending her his weight. She glowed at the feel of his lean hard body pressing heavily into hers. He felt so blatantly different to her grandad that, for that moment, it didn’t matter that she couldn’t see him. She missed him the moment he lifted his weight off her. As gently drew his softening cock out of her still pulsing tunnel, she quickly turned around so she could press herself against him lovingly, pulling the knitted blanket around them both and cuddling in mutual post-screw mutual.
They watched the rest of the horror film and then went to bed around midnight. Fucking again as soon as they were snuggled up under the blankets. This time Darla took the initiative and the upper position, seating herself across his hips and riding him cowgirl style while he leaned up so he could squeeze and suck her nipples, before sitting up properly so they were nose to nose, and he spanked her taut bouncing arse cheeks to make her speed up until the sound of their connecting flesh echoed around his bedroom.

The were woken up by the sound of Raddi’s mammy returning home. Darla’s phone read one thirty. They lay there in silence, arms and legs entwined. Knowing his mammy wasn’t the kind to pop her head around the door to check on her son. In fact, she would probably be shit faced anyway.
And then Darla realised that Raddi’s mammy wasn’t alone. There were two sets of heavily clomping footfalls, two people laughing and shushing each other. Being loud at trying to be quiet. They stumbled up the stairs and into the master bedroom next door.
It was cringeworthy, lying there in the dark listening to Raddi’s late thirties Polish mother getting solidly fucked in the adjoining room. They weren’t quiet about it either. And the guy sounded like he was being pretty rough and controlling.
Raddi was even halfway ready to get up out of bed and throw the guy out, but Darla was so scared that she would be discovered and also thrown out that she managed to convince him to just leave it and let them finish, that it would be over soon and that maybe he would leave straight after.
He didn’t.

They finally finished their noisy and angry sounding screwing by two-thirty and the whole house was finally in silence. Thankfully, Raddi’s anger had drifted off and so had he, back to quiet snoring. But Darla remained wide awake, needing the toilet.
She sneaked onto the landing and padded across to the bathroom door, reaching for the handle just as it swung open and an unfamiliar man emerged. He was very tall and though slender, seemed gym toned, probably in his late forties. He was also stark naked. Darla was just wearing one of Raddi’s T-shirts that barely covered her arse. The man stopped and stared. And smiled. He didn’t even try to hide his nakedness, nor was he showing any sign of embarrassment. His eyes roamed casually up and down her tight young body with overt and obvious desire. Darla panicked.
However, rather than running straight back to Raddi’s room, she froze up. Allowing her panic to get the better of her, she whispered to him.

  “Hey, mister? Please, don’t tell Raddi’s mammy you saw me.”
  “Which, I’m guessing makes you Darla. Your little boyfriend’s mammy told me some about you. Yeah, you aren’t allowed to stay over, are you?”
  “No, and she’ll go ballistic so, please could you keep it to yourself?”

She knew what was coming, even as she was pleading with him. His on-display cock, shortish but thick, was already filling out. It lengthened and hardened before her eyes, the bulging and the twitching veins highlighted by the moonlight from the bathroom window.

  “I could… I suppose… but, you know. What’s… well… what’s in it for me?” He said, flicking his eyebrows comically up and down. “What’s my silence worth to you?”

She was sickened rather than amused, but she wasn’t about to get herself thrown out of the house at almost three in the morning. So, fighting down cold dread and nausea, she bit the bullet - stepping up close to him, reaching out to grab hold of his stiff cock. He closed his eyes and groaned, obviously savouring the sensation of the grasp of a girl around half of age.

He absolutely towered over Darla, her head only coming up to his chest. She started to work her fist up and down his length while he stood there enjoying himself. Her other hand soon joined in, cupping and fondling his big, hairy ball sack. His hands came around her body and he started groping her too, naked arse cheeks clamped and squeezed in one hand, while the other closed on one of her big tits through the thin clingy T-shirt.
By the time she had him rock hard, he had released his grip of her buttock long enough to grab a handful of her long hair and tilt her head up so he could kiss her, immediately thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth and moaning gutturally as she caressed his tongue with hers.
Once they were securely together in their - at least for him - horny tongue kiss, his hand slid quickly back down onto her arse. This time he slid a couple of fingers between her cheeks, seeking out the hot lips of her vulva and the fiery tunnel concealed between them.

Unlike Darla who dedicated herself to pleasuring his hard cock and big balls, the guy’s hands never stayed put for very long. Groping her tits over her T-shirt while rudely probing between her bare buttocks, he abruptly gathered up the loose cotton fabric and hiked it up to bare her big, perky breasts. With an appreciative groan, he gave them a good firm going over with both hands for a few seconds before focussing on her nipples - pinching and rolling them, pulling at them until they had fully stiffened up. Finally, he had one hand thrusting a couple of long fingers into her hot box, her knees suddenly threatening to buckle, while his other hand gripped her pony tail tightly. He gave it a tug, pulling his tongue from her mouth and staring down into her huge glistening eyes. His eyes took in her naked tits in all their huge perky splendour, then he lowered his head so he could feast on those succulent young tits, sucking her nipples and nibbling at her soft tit flesh, slobbering all over her.
The blade of one hand started sliding up and down and down between her arse cheeks, teasing her anus and playing with her vulva, making them tingle and swell. The other hand was still at the back of her head, gripping her pony tail like a handle and asserting an urgent sting in her scalp.

He didn’t need to say anything, another more urgent tug on her bound hair was more than enough. Biting back a sorrowful sigh, Darla obediently pulled away enough to bend over from the waist, so she could slide her mouth onto his hot, thick hard on. Of course, she had neither wanted or intended to suck him off but she had felt like she would have to do to secure his silence. She could take him balls deep, without effort, being reasonably average in length but he was so thick it made her jaw ache within a few seconds. Groaning, he let her get on with it, choosing instead to reach under her so he could play with those big juicy tits. Within a few seconds his hips were pumping back and forth in her face.
It was only about a minute of her sucking his length and taking his quick thrusting hips thumping against her nose and forehead before Darla was surprised to have him end her blow job. He actually grabbed her by the pony tail and throat, and halted efforts.

  “S’okay hot stuff, that’s plenty for now.” He whispered. “I’m not expecting you to swallow my load, not this time…”

He pulled her off his dick and allowed her to straighten up. Panting, she wiped her chin free of drool overflow with the hem of her T-shirt. His hands returned to fervently fondling her tits though, stopping her from dropping the top back down her cold shivering body.

  “…You got me all hard again so I’m going to go back in there, wake up your lad’s mammy and lay some pipe up her one more time. Let her enjoy the fruits of your efforts, if you get me. But don’t get me wrong, girl, it’ll be you I’m picturing while I’m railing her.”

He gave her tits one last haughty squeeze, then reached around her to give her tight round arse a final firm spank, sharp but low volume. Then he slid around her, heading for the master bedroom. He paused and looked back at her, eyes aglow with renewed lust, one hand jerking slowly on his hard cock.

  “Next time… I’m telling you girl, you’ll be finishing what you’ve started. Even if I have to sneak in the boy’s room and drag you straight out of his bed.” He whispered.

Darla believed him. Grinning back at her like some predator, he disappeared back into the main bedroom.
After finally emptying her bladder, Darla tiptoed back into Raddi’s bedroom, sliding quietly under the sheets. Her boyfriend was still fast asleep and snoring loudly, however, through the dividing wall she could hear his mammy and the tall stranger screwing away again. Her moans were subdued as though she had her face stuffed in a pillow while he was much louder, as though he was deliberately wanting Darla to hear him.

  “C’mon squeeze that cock, my little whore. It’s right up your arse, you feel it? Little ginger slut, you feel it? You feel it deep in your shitter?!”

Darla knew it was meant for her, Raddi’s mammy hair was a dyed shade of dirty blonde.
Fortunately for all of them, he didn’t last long. He climaxed rather noisily, though fortunately not waking Raddi, who was still snoring away. His mum was making strange whinnying noises that, to Darla, sounded drunk yet complaining. And then it was all silent.
After another half hour or so, and suffering stereo male snores, Darla fell back to sleep.

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Sunday.

She awoke with the rising sun, only two or three hours later, and slipped out of the house quietly. Raddi followed her out, jumping into his car and dropping her off back at home with a plan to stop off at the 24-hour MacDonalds and collect breakfast for himself and his mammy, in case she asked where he had been so early in the morning.

Darla knew she would have to shower and change into her work uniform before starting her shift and that meant risking Freddie’s attentions.
She sneaked in, tiptoeing upstairs and grabbing a towel from the laundry. She was relieved to hear Freddie snoring away in the master bedroom through its closed door. She crept into her own room and pulled together fresh underwear and her clean spare uniform and took the lot with her into the bathroom.
Once the shower was on, there was every chance Freddie would hear her, know she was back and available to rape and there was nothing she would be able to do about it. However, she was greatly relieved that, this time, the bathroom door’s draw bolt slid successfully across, sealing her safely inside where Freddie couldn’t get to her. Now that he had her as he wanted her, he must have fixed it.
Darla stripped off, knowing she must reek of sex. Though thinking about it, she decided she must constantly reek of sex these days. She climbed in under the warm shower spray.

The shower felt fantastic, invigorating, soothing and calming. Darla assumed it was as much due to the securely locked bathroom door as much as the hot water, shampoo and body scrub. She was even able to dry herself and dress in the peace of the locked bathroom. However, she decided it would be prudent to grab breakfast at the shop, rather than risk still being here with the constant risk of Freddie waking up.
She was at the bottom of the stairs, collecting her bag and jacket when he called to her from the upstairs landing. Shocked, she turned and looked up at him. He was naked and unsurprisingly erect and she felt a sudden weakness, as though all the energy had been sucked out of her. Feeling the blood drain from her face, she stared up at him, a deer caught in headlights.

  “You’d better be home by four thirty at the latest, young lady. Otherwise, I’m going to throw myself down the stairs and say you pushed me. And who would question it? Not the Guards, and not your stupid gullible nan.”
Darla fought down the rising tears of shock and panic. Unable to form words, she simply nodded her head.

  “You’d best get on. Sooner you get to work, the sooner you get home. And then get to work on this.” He said, squeezing his hard cock.

Work was terrible. It was quiet and there was little to do once the shelves had been stacked and fronted. The hours dragged by, and though she might have thought delaying the inevitable could only be for the best, it was quite the opposite. The not knowing, the anxiety of what he had in store for her was terrible and she just wanted to get it over and done with. After all, it was only fucking. Even if it was Freddie - seventy-year-old, vile, obnoxious, disgusting, perverse, dirty-old-man incarnate, it was still just fucking. She had done it with Raddi all last night and had really enjoyed herself. Should it be so much different doing it with the fat, vulgar old codger piece-of-shit?

Freddie was waiting for her, clean and dressed, when she got home. Darla didn’t even try to talk to him, or leave the house or lock herself away somewhere. What was the point? She had nowhere else to go and if she was here, she was getting fucked. She knew that was all there was to it.
He started by making her go upstairs and dress in her sluttiest outfit. She assumed in his eyes it would be her little tartan mini skirt and a sleeveless, sheer and semi-transparent halter top. Her first-date-with-Raddi outfit - now to be forever tainted by her grandad. She didn’t even bother with underwear, though in her eyes the right underwear would make her sexier still. And she had been very careful in her choice of underwear on that first date, even if Raddi had never actually seen it. Though he had done.
Freddie told her to do her hair up in a loose pony tail. Once she assumed she would pass muster, which she did by his expression and then nod of satisfaction she had to cook his supper; idly commenting that, of course, she was to be the dessert.
His hungry eyes followed her around the kitchen while he sat and waited, sipping whisky and occasionally rubbing the apparently omnipresent bulge in his slacks.
 
More than once he ordered the girl to flip up the back of her skirt and let him have a look at her bare arse. And whenever she was in range he would reach out, grab and lift the rear of the pleated tartan and lay a harsh slap across her perky buttocks, the sound of the harsh spank echoing around the kitchen. Once or twice, instead of spanking he would caress her, grabbing her arm to keep her still while he slid his other hand up the back of her leg and beneath the skirt, that barely covered her sweet arse in the first place. He cupped, stroked and squeezed her buttocks, slid probing fingers up between her cheeks, passed the pad of his thumb over her anal star, ran his bladed fingers between her vulva, feeling the softness and heat there. After letting her go, he ran his fingers under his nose, smelling her aroma and then licked each clean as if they were covered in chicken grease or something.
Darla didn’t have any appetite. Though she did down the couple of shots of whisky he offered.
She even had to feed him. Sitting in his lap, with one bare thigh pressing against the hot ridge of his boner while she picked up each fork full of the roast dinner and fed him. His hands were otherwise busy on her buttocks and across her braless breasts, rubbing her nipples until they were stiff and then pinching and pulling and rolling them through the creamy fabric of her skin tight top.
He was finished with his meal all too soon. He quickly draining his third shot glass of whisky. And then it was all go.

Marching her upstairs, he casually pointed out to her that he had completely removed the lock from the bathroom door while she had been at work.
In the master bedroom he pointed out the length of old chain. Previously kept in the garden shed, it was now coiled on the floor. It looked rusty or at least rust coloured but she had no illusions of how rigid and ungiving those links would be. He ordered her to sit on the edge of the bed and then knelt down to pull off her plain white ankle socks and pumps. He drew a pair of robust padlocks from under the bed and secured one end of the chain to her ankle. It was loose enough not to bite into her flesh, but not so loose that there was any chance of her slipping out of it.
She felt the panic rise along with the dull dry click of that padlock, but her only reaction was a single sob of mute horror. Still, nothing about this could convince her to try and escape. She simply cowered on the end of the bed while she watched him wind the other end of the chain around the metal bars at the foot of the bed and then locked the chain in place with the second padlock.
She didn’t see the whereabouts of any keys. For all Darla knew they could be in a kitchen drawer or even back in the garden shed. She was a literal prisoner in her own house now.
 
  “Because you didn’t come home last night.” He explained casually, rising. “You were told to take care of me. Weren’t you?”

Darla couldn’t find her voice. Couldn’t think of anything to say, anything to counter his assertions. She wished she was still at Raddi’s. She would have happily allowed herself to get fucked by his mammy’s latest fella a dozen times over, if it had meant not being here.
She kept her head bowed and her eyes on the floor, trying to fight back the anxious brimming tears.
The best thing she could do was to shut down. Let him do what he wanted, as he was absolutely about to, and try to put herself somewhere else. It sounded like a good idea in her head but she couldn’t figure out how to go about it.

Freddie stood up and stood over her, staring down at her in oppressive silence. Though Darla’s eyes were lowered the bulge in his trousers, right before her hot cheeked face seemed to hold her complete attention.
Her choice of her clothing had been fortunate for his intentions. The skirt was a wrap-around fixed with an oversized blunt-tipped safety pin. Unfasten the pin, unwrap the strip of pleated fabric and that was that, nothing to snag on the chain. And he peeled it off her with barely any need for her to move other than to lift her hips for a moment from the mattress. The halter top came off just as quickly, untied at the nape of her neck and then dragged up fiercely over her head. And that was it. Darla, naked and literally chained to Freddie’s bed. A sex-slave for a seventy-something perverse monster.
He absolutely lived up to her expectations. Once naked, he made her get up and stand in front of him, nose to nose. He ordered her to snog him like a little whore she was, while she undressed him. Blindly, she worked her way down the buttons of his shirt and then the belt, hook and zipper of his trousers. The weight of the belt snatched his loosened pants down around his ankles at once. He spent the time mildly torturing her tits and her nipples with both hands or reaching around to repeatedly squeeze and spank her tight buttocks. Feeling almost comfortably numb inside, though never quite enough, Darla played her part. She dutifully sucked on Freddie’s thick tongue, swallowed his vile tasting drool and allowed him full access to her mouth.

He told her to “snog me like your kissing your little prick of a boyfriend”. And she tried to do as he instructed, doing her best to picture Raddi and to generate the appropriate desire and sensual moans while she passionately French kissed her step-grandfather.
Nothing came as a surprise. She had to go down to her knees to pull off his shoes and socks, and then his trousers and underpants. His erection sprang out violently, almost smacking her in the face. She found it disturbing that she almost felt accustomed to its dimensions already.
While she continued to strip him, kneeling at his feet, he made her use her mouth on his testicles. She sucked one big spunk-filled ball into her mouth and played her tongue all over it while she finished carefully removing his clothes. He took hold of his erection and smacked it against her upturned forehead. He wrapped the length of her reddish-orange pony tail around it and casually jerked himself off, continuing to rub himself all over her face. He even thrust the fat swollen head up against her forehead, ruffling her thin brows. All while Darla suckled at his big hairy balls.

  “Were you with the prick last night then? You stay over at his?”
  “Yes.”
  “You two fuck?”
  “Yes.”
  “So, tell me all about it. In detail. Don’t leave nothing out. I can tell you know, when you’re holding back or not giving me the whole story.”

He finally released her, unwinding her hair from his erect cock and then turned and climbed up onto the bed. In slave mode, Darla remained in position kneeling on the carpet, awaiting his instruction.

  “Come and lie on the bed with me, we’ll get all up close and intimate. Keep each other warm and entertained while you’re telling me just how much of a slut you are, young Darla.”

Freddie was on his side, head propped on a pillow and Darla climbed up and rolled on her side to face him. His arm came quickly around her grabbed her buttocks and pulled her body snuggly up against his. Thigh to thigh, belly to belly, nipple to nipple. To Darla it felt like his body had immediately sucked all the heat out of hers. He was hot blooded yet she felt icy cold, except where their flesh was pressed up together. She was intensely aware of his erection pressing up against her, squashed between their naked loins, hot on her skin and pulsing with excited horny blood-flow. The hand on her arse, squeezing tight, was holding her pressed in close. He was rocking his hips slightly, shifting his body probably no more than an inch but it was enough to roll his foreskin back and forth against his swollen cock head. The motion also caressed her nipples against his chest.
He was staring into her eyes and Darla, knowing he was demanding the eye contact, tried to keep her gaze on him but he was scary and intimidating and she couldn’t hold his gaze for more than a couple of seconds at a time.

However, unusually gentle, he placed little kisses on the tip of her nose and her lips and one cheek. It almost caught the girl off guard, but then he smiled before dominantly thrusting his tongue out so she would obediently slide her lips over it. She did, sucking and licking at the tip with her own before going back to suckling the organ.
He turned the lewd tongue sucking into more hot and heavy French kisses, pulling her even harder against his hot, sweaty flesh. Obviously enjoying the feel of her tight yet soft, teenage body against his, while he dominated her with his lips and tongue and his forcefully groping hand. His fingers dipped between her pert buttocks to tease and stroke her vulva and her puckered anal star. For a little while, he reached around to her front with the same hand to tweak and pull on her nipples with his usual cruel aggression but she was unable to shrink back away from his sadistic touch. In response his hand left her tits and slid once again around her back, pulling harder still against him and attacking her arse cheeks again.
Once the kiss was over, both of them left breathless and their faces slick with shared drool, he repeated the order to regale him with sordid and detailed fuck stories of her and her boyfriend.

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Darla was halfway through talking about her first time taking Raddi’s dick, following a few minutes of detailed foreplay escapades on early dates that lead up to him sticking it in her for the first time, when Freddie had them switch positions.

They had still been pressed snuggly together, she had been slowly and teasingly jerking on his erection while he had been fondling her arse and sucking and chewing on her nipples to his heart’s content, only pulling away long enough to demand more perverse details or to ask a question. However, this change in position had him sitting on the side of the bed, his legs spread wide apart with Darla kneeling between them on the carpet. His big hard cock, already glistening with her spit, was encircled by her big tits, the soft orbs pressed snuggly around it. She obediently tit fucked him as she continued to describe her introduction to fucking Raddi.

  “So, c’mon, how did he actually talk you into spreading your legs for him?”
  “He kinda scared me. He was getting more and more frustrated, even implying things that made me think he’d go elsewhere if I didn’t give it up.”
  “What like, put it up your arse? You were already sucking him off, I take it?”
  “No, I mean, find another girlfriend. He’s my first real boyfriend and I didn’t want to have him just dump me. So, I gave it up for him. But it was all fine and I didn’t regret it afterwards.”
  “Shame… Was he rough? Bet he lasted all of two minutes in your tight little cunt.”
  “He was really thoughtful and sweet and he made sure I climaxed too.”
  “Ha! Fucking loser!”

Freddie started laughing, his fingers and thumbs took up her stiffened nipples and he pinched and pulled on them nastily. Continuing to slick her meaty orbs up and down his slick shaft, Darla chewed her plump bottom lip, biting back whimpers of discomfort.

  “It was a lovely time.” She muttered, sulkily.

Darla worked her tits faster on his cock, pressing them firmly together until her chest and shoulders ached. She shafted the hefty orbs up and down until they were almost a blur. Freddie started groaning, jerking his hips up off the mattress, cursing, while his fingers and thumbs pincered the girl’s nipples with harsher and harsher attention.
It came to a blissful end with a sudden wheezing curse, joined by a bounteous eruption of steaming hot spunk. As the first projectile streamer cascaded over Darla’s face and hooked into her hair. Freddie’s hands reached up grabbed a double fistful of her ginger mane and drove her face, rapturously, down to her tits. The second shot struck her right across the nose and cheek, while the third unloaded across her tongue and the following four ropes uncoiled right into her open mouth, as did the second-long caustic drizzle that oozed out in time with her tight up and down tit attention, essentially jerking the remainder of the salty fluid up out of his thick cock.

She obediently swallowed it all, then sucked his cock clean, almost bringing him back to full mast in the process. Fortunately, he released her and leaned across to the bedside table, giving the girl an opportunity to scoop the thick cum off her face and try to tease that first thick tendril he’d shot onto her out of her hair. She climbed back onto the mattress, keeping to the far end of the bed. As far from him as she could.
Freddie came back with something that made Darla’s heart drop. It was the big fat nine-inch-long electric purple dildo that Raddi had bought her as a present for their third date.

  “Like to explain this?” He commanded, bouncing it on the rucked-up bedding.
  “It was a present, that’s all.”
  “That isn’t all is it? He buy it for you?”

She nodded, ashamed, her cheeks apple red. Freddie grinned.

  “He use it on you? Which hole? He teach you how to deep throat with it? He shove it in your arse?”
  “No, I could already deep throat. And he’s never shown interest in anal.”

The last part was basically a lie but Freddie didn’t seem all that interested at the moment.

  “Show me how you use it.” He said.

He tossed it to her. It bounced on the mattress and whapped against her plump thigh. He shuffled back to the top of the bed, idly jerking off his re-hardening shaft. Darla sulkily picked up the dildo and lay back, facing Freddie. She spread her legs wide but before easing it up into her sore pussy she brought the big plastic toy to her mouth to anoint it with her saliva. She slid the first third back and forth a couple of times between the ‘O’ of her lips. Freddie grinned as he watched her.

  “All the way down, girl. I want to see no more than the rim between your lips before you stuff your sweet little pussy with it.”

Fighting down a sigh, she cocked her head back and, like a sword swallower, slowly and smoothly inserted the fat plastic cock between her lips, sliding it deeper and deeper. She gagged at one point, a few splashes of drool bursting from her lips and coating her lower face and still more of the dildo. She managed to push on with the task though, until the ribbed circumference of the inch deep battery-cover cylinder was gripped visible between her lips. She heard Freddie give off a long low groan, apparently appreciating that particular skill.

  “Good girl!” He said, impressed. “Okay diddle yourself with it now. Just shove it right up you.”

Darla removed the smooth plastic shaft from her stretched throat and brought it down between her thighs. Using the smooth mushroom tip, she parted her swollen labia. She plugged the entrance with the throat-warmed plastic and then smoothly pushed the whole thing inside herself.

  “God, that’s a fucking sight.” Freddie groaned. “Now young Darla, fuck yourself with it. Fast and deep, like.”

She started. Freddie watched for a while but all too soon he wanted more interaction. He sat up and crawled across the bed toward her. Pushing Darla down flat he climbed over her and settled himself right over her face, his knees outside of her shoulders. He leaned forward, putting weight onto his hands and knees and then started lifting and dropping his hips, dipping his big swinging scrotum to her lips.

  “What do you call this? Tea-bagging?” He asked.
  “Yes.” Darla’s muffled reply coming up from between his plump thighs.

She sounded full of subdued defeat and fear. She was still sliding the dildo up and down her pussy tunnel.

  “Well, open up your mouth girl, and when I drop my balls in there, and give them a good suck.”

He did so, groaning as he lowered his scrotum into her stretched open mouth. Little shivers of pleasure played through his inner thighs, as Darla suckled and flicked her tongue over each heavy testicle and the wrinkled, hairy sack that contained it. His erect cock strained, bulging with the sexual thrill she was applying to his tingling scrotum.

  “Oh, fuck yeah, girl. That’s good.” He moaned. “Keep that dildo going though, deep and fast, like I told you.”

He looked down at her big soft tits, quaking about all over her upper chest with the rapid back and forth of her pumping hand. Unbidden, her left hand was also at the crux of her thighs, a couple of fingertips circling her clit in frantic rapid circles.
Feeling horny and domineering, Freddie lifted his hips, carefully pulling his ball sack out of Darla’s succulent, hardworking mouth and then nudged himself forward a little. When he settled back onto her face again, it was his arse hole that was covering her warm, wet lips.

  “You know what to do, girl.” He growled.

He shivered at the feel of Darla’s lips parting, the tickle of her breath against his anus, and then he felt her tongue stretch out, beginning to probe his hairy puckered sphincter.

  “Oh… Fuck me…” He moaned. “That’s it! Use that tongue you little fucking whore!”

She lapped up and down, left to right, around and around in tight little circles. Reflecting his sadistic joy, Freddie’s cock tensed, stiffening up until it felt harder than it ever had been. His whole body was shivering and his cock head was drooling a continual stream of precum onto the girl’s chest, her still dancing tits flicking it all over her chest, even anointing her stiff nipples.

  “That’s great.” He grunted. “Now, ram that sexy little tongue right up there. Just push it right in and have a good worm around, get as deep up my arse as you can. Go on girl, shove it in good!”

She let out a little sob, but Freddie felt her tongue thrust upwards all the same, spreading his sphincter ring open. He ground down with his hips at the same time but needn’t have bothered. She was pushing hard, fighting to get her tongue up his rectum as far as she physically could. Just as he’d commanded. Darla’s tongue wormed around, thrusting in and out, really pushing herself to pleasure his arsehole as much as she could.
His sense of power, control and dominance was euphoric. His balls were already boiling over, and he felt as though he was going to cum any second. And while he did like the idea of her tonguing him until he squirted a balls-full all over her delectable tits, he felt like it would be a bit of a waste. Much preferable would be the feel of spurting his fuck juice inside her, down her throat or maybe up her young, fertile little cunt. In fact, the idea of knocking up his sexy teenage step-granddaughter was a really fucking horny thought. Seeing her waddling around the house with his wee baba growing away inside her was intense. Inspired, he suddenly climbed off her face and crouched beside her head. Taking hold of his heavy straining cock, he slapped her screwed up face with it. It produced a series of dense sounding thunks against Darla’s flushed cheeks and forehead, practically bruising her while spraying little squirts of his precum across over her face and solar-flame hair.

  “Fuck this. Time to stretch out that hot little cunt. Get rid of the dildo girl, make room for grandad’s dick! Grab hold of the bedstead and spread them long legs out good and wide, then you can wrap them around me once I’m up inside you.”

Not caring about her reply, of lack of. He climbed into position, settling between the girl’s obediently splayed thighs. Enjoying the soft, smooth warmth of her young flesh under him Freddie’s hard on was trapped between the soft mound of her smooth pubis and his own abdominal flab, the filling in a delicious sandwich.

He felt hard as rock pressing in on her, throbbing with desire. His hips gave little mini-gyrations, teasing her vulva and clit. He noted a look in her eyes, pupils dilated, a deepened flush to her pretty cheeks, beads of sweat on her temples and her upper lip. His fat dick pulsing against her was definitely having an effect.
Looking down at her, he grinned. She immediately reacted like he’d slapped her across her face. Her expression switched, shame and self-loathing back with a vengeance. She tried to shift her pelvis, maybe trying to move her clit clear of his gyrations and the hot slab of his erection. But she couldn’t move anywhere near far enough to free herself from his touch.
He grabbed her left leg, drew it upward so it pointed at the ceiling. Sliding his palm down the back of her smooth athletic thigh, he hungrily caressed the long lean muscle. However, once he found her firm buttock, he drew the hand away only to bring it back in a hearty and loud slap, snatching a little pained gasp out of her. He grinned while she whimpered, cringing at the sudden fierce sting-burn that throbbed across her intimate skin, she reached down and gave it a rub.

Grabbing her leg again, he bent it up even further, stretching it back toward her shoulder, splaying her wide open, putting tension into her supple young joints. Just like in the bath, that first night, it forced the girl to roll slightly and to lift her hip to maintain a semblance of comfort.
The motion stroked her lips against his dick and then incidentally slotted the swollen heavy crown right into the perfect position, poking between her taut little labia. He asserted an ounce of pressure and then let go of her leg, allowing Darla to bring it back to where it was more comfortable.
Freddie thrust into his step-granddaughter’s flushed-pink pussy with his usual firm hammering jerk accompanied by a deep lustful groan. The feel of her tightness, her sticky walls clinging while expanding around his invading meat felt exquisite. The elastic pressure of her cervix pushed back against his throbbing crown as his cock filled her up. He carried on grinding, trying to get all of him inside her. The girl’s tightness only pushed him to drive into her with force, he hammered her little teenage cunt hard, making her tunnel stretch in all directions at once.

Darla spat out a series of long loud moans, the sharp burning discomfort of his erection filling and pummelling her, making her tear up. Her hips arched up as though to pull her pussy away from his big dick but it only resulted in her working her tender walls against his stretching girth and she couldn’t help the way her inner muscles appreciatively clamped down on him, tightening the glove of her pussy like a fist.
The feel of it made Freddie growl out his pleasure. He jerked forward with his hips, while lowering his face to her big young tits. Fastening his teeth over a stiffened nipple and closing his lips around the puckered texture of her areola, he pinched the stiff bud cruelly between his fleshy lips. Darla hissed out another whimper at the raw caress. Holding her nipple between his teeth he mouthed the word “Legs!” at her. Remembering the prior order, Darla submissively flattened herself and then closed her legs around the back of his buttocks, crossing her ankles, her heels pressing into his flabby arse, locking him tight against her lithe young frame.
He didn’t start to fuck her for a while, instead keeping himself lodged in deep, stretching and overwhelming her. He gnawed and chewed on her hard, hot nipples and sucked raw love bites across her areolae.
She lay there stretched out for his use, spread and subservient. Her only response being her moans, her whimpering and hissing at the hurtful attentions he was inflicting all over her raw tits.
With a sadistic kind of glee, he looked up into her eyes from his position buried between her spread-out breasts, she stared back at him with scared, teary eyes.

  “My own little whore, young Darla.” He grunted, releasing her trapped nipple. “You gonna make me shoot all my jizz in your hot little cunt. You ready girl?”

She didn’t reply but he didn’t expect her to. Holding her gaze with his, he slowly started to withdraw his hard-as-ever cock. Her heels remained locked into his arse cheeks. When only the tip of his swollen crown lay between her inner lips, he stabbed forwards, punctuating the hammer blow that slammed brutally his crown into her cervix with a loud animalistic growl.
Squealing, Darla arched under him, her beautiful tits bouncing all over the place, her lips drawn back animalistically as she let out her throaty shriek, eyes squeezed shut and splashing gathered tears across her ruby cheeks.

Freddie didn’t wait or spend any more time savouring the girl under him. He fucked her hard and fast, slamming deep, sweating all over her small athletic physique while he railed her with all the strength he had. He wasn’t even trying to hold out or bring her along with him, he just wanted to use her as a receptacle to empty his balls into. The visual treat of her twisted up features revealed the intimate suffering she was experiencing beneath him, and the sweetest understanding at there was nothing she could do to stop him. Along with that was the equally erotic visual feast of how his rough and rapid raping was making her big teenage tits dance about in all directions; they were careening, energised, like a couple of beach balls batted around with ecstatic, carefree abandon.

Freddie distracted himself from the aching in his aged body and the overheated light headedness he felt by trying to snatch up a circling, gyrating nipple between his lips or teeth. He only managed it a couple of times but the girl’s responsive high-pitched whimpers of shock and pain as he gnashed his teeth on the stiffened spongey teat was worth all the effort. Though he was careful not to draw blood.
He could feel his big hefty balls slapping her the taut cheeks of her arse and he reached down beneath her with both hands, laying all his weight on her to he could get a hold of those sweet cheeks and give them a good clawing. Lying flat  on top of her slowed his pace, but that just allowed him to concentrate on depth and power; pummelling her cervix with his cock head again and again, while he got a hold on her tense, sweat slick arse and gave it a good, two-handed mauling. He’d have to remind himself in the morning to get a good close look at the girl’s tits and arse and have a, hopefully, gleeful look at the bruising and the bitemarks he will undoubtedly have inflicted in his roughness. How would she manage to explain that shit away to her shitty prick of a boyfriend? Who cares?

He started to enjoy little pops of imagination. The boyfriend-prick seeing the marks he had left on her and freaking out, accusing her of cheating on him, of breaking up with her and making her cry. She begging him not to leave him, offering to do anything. Of course, the boyfriend-prick would take full advantage of that opportunity. He’d be giving her a whole month of savaging hate fucks, and Darla would be constantly going back for more, letting the boyfriend-prick take his anger out on her through putting his cock in her however and wherever he fancied. She’d readily take the punishment. Maybe he’d cheat on her and tell her all about it. Maybe he'd demand and arranging threesomes, that she would always hate but never refuse. She’d know not of it was her fault or deserved but to keep him she’s just keep her mouth shut and take it all…
All those delicious thoughts, along with his hot little teenage whore spread out beneath him, suffering exquisitely for his pleasure, brought Freddie all too quickly to his orgasm.

  “Here it comes! Take it you whore!”

He yelled his command as he slammed his cock hard against her cervix, grinding, while his balls slapping one last time against her perky young buttocks, sent the hot cum spraying into her like a firehose.

Darla was unable hold back the reactive wail as she felt that hot wetness spurting all the into her again and again. It was so much more than Raddi ever managed, so much hotter and more pressurised, and so much deeper. Consciously, she felt each heady cervix-whipping spurt with a cringe of revulsion. However, her body - unbidden - quivered and tensed. Convulsing with powerful waves of sickening, unwanted pleasure that danced through her loins like volts of electricity.

Freddie ended it messily. He leaned back, dragging his big, still spurting shaft out of the girl and climax still in full swing he sent one last big gout of his seed cascading across her; splattering a long, uncontrolled zig-zag of pearlescent seed that struck her practically from collar to crotch. It made her jerk in a reactive mini-spasm.
He left her there, telling her to leave the spunk to cool and dry on her body. However, she seemed all but insensible. Eyes shut and lips parted. Lying limp and still, spreadeagled, moaning exhaustedly. Her nipples were like bullets, long and thick, while her cheeks, throat and chest were flushed crimson. Her swollen pussy ruddy with overexcited blood-flow. The corded tendons lancing along her inner thighs continued to quiver slightly, beneath the creamy skin.
He left her alone for a few minutes, getting himself a drink of water, a couple of fingers of whisky while he wiped the sweat and her cunt juices from his body with a towel.

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He had her back at it again within a half hour. This time they were both sitting up on the bed facing each other. Groins locked together, legs entwined, arms locked behind them, supporting them, holding them both up right. Hips and groins slapped together audibly.
Darla, besides sexy, looked over-hot. Her loosened hair, sweat-darkened to a mahogany shade, hung limp around the sides of her face. As before, her face, neck and chest were flushed crimson and she was sheathed with an attractive film of glistening sweat as she fucked her grandad. Her hips worked in a fast urgent rhythm, pistoning back and forth and working her tight, hot tunnel up and down along his surging, throbbing girth.
Freddie loved the erotic intensity on her pretty face. She was chewing on her full bottom lip, her eyes closed, brows arched into a look that could be either pleasure or pain.
Despite being made to rape herself with her hated step-grandfather’s fat dick, the girl appeared to be very much in pursuit of her own sexual gratification. For Freddie, making the little slut enjoy her own sexual abuse, made his throbbing dick hard as granite.
Down below his eye line, her big gorgeous young tits were shuddering slightly, swaying in time to her gyrating hips, almost as a slow-motion response. Her swollen nipples looked stretched out and hard as nails. She looked equally glorious as what he was feeling, from the actions of her ripe young body were causing in him.
He was letting her do all the work, letting her dictate the pace. He sat back, remaining propped up on his arms and just watched her work.
 
He took in the delightful view of her watched her hairless pussy slicking up and down his shaft, leaving smears of her cream on his meat. He watched the little palpitations in her taut stomach muscles beneath the creamy smooth skin. He watched the hypnotic splendour of her big tits, rocking and rolling; the glisten of sweat highlighting her taut lean body; her sensually tormented facial expression. That alone would have been enough to make him shoot his seed all over again. However, this time he didn’t want to dump his load inside the girl, he wanted to completely drown her in it.
He let her fuck him until his orgasm was at its literal tipping point and then he leaned forward and jerked back with his hips, just as Darla worked her hips backward, mutually snatching his length all the way back to the opening of her juiced up little cunt. His cock popped free and the feel of her slick hot lips sliding backward over his tingling crown did it for him.

The first intense splurge was caught against the girl’s clit, and it must have been like he’d flicked at it, striking her engorged bud with an elastic band. She let out a sudden squeal and orgasmed immediately. Freddie’s cum erupted up and over, his second burst a long pearlescent ribbon arcing up over her and spattering down in her hair, raining down, tattooing her practically from brow to belly, lancing along the inner curve of her left breast. Three more huge pressurised bursts followed that previous mammoth body-stainer. They reached as far as her tits, spraying up and across them as they both writhed in shared ecstasy. One found her belly button, filling the hollow while tracing a vertical globular pattern over her abdomen and pubic mound. The last hefty ribbon went up into the air almost to her eyeline, before spattering back down to splash her inner thighs.

The visual treat of coating her in his passion-fuelled eruptions halted any initial softening of Freddie’s erection. In fact, the thick tingling member quickly re-solidified.
With an “Oh fuck!” Freddie reached up and grabbed Darla’s hair. The girl was still lost somewhere in her own shuddering climax and didn’t even react as her grandad dragged her face straight down to his crotch hair-first. Her body folded naturally, first doubling over into some yoga-like position, her legs splayed out in a near splits before they furled around behind her, so she ended up lying on her belly. The movement obviously smeared her sweat and his cum over the bedding.
Her mouth was involuntarily open as she let out a silent gasp of climatic pleasure along with the sudden pain in her scalp, and he took full advantage, one hand sweeping around the back of her head while the other grabbed his still hard, still cum-drooling cock and pressed it between her parted lips.

He grunted at the momentary scrape of her teeth but then, consciously or not, she shifted her jaw and the discomfort vanished, giving way for the delicious enveloping wet heat of her skilled mouth. He pulled her face firmly down into his flabby groin until he felt the exquisite pop of his fat crown finding its way into her tight throat.
Keeping one hand on the back of her head, he leaned forward, reaching over her back and filling his free hand with one of her gloriously perky arse cheeks. Ten seconds of her constricting throat, tongue flicking and lip-sliding movements and he was coming all over again. Groaning loudly as he felt more spunk unleashing in a half dozen bursts down the girl’s throat. Her body was shuddering throughout and Freddie was uncertain if she had even been aware of swallowing his second balls-full, the girl had seemed lost in her own surprisingly protracted orgasm.
That second climax wore Freddie out. He flung himself down on the bed beside the girl and almost immediately fell asleep. Darla fell asleep too, almost as quickly.

[nickamano]

Monday.

She awoke in the middle of the night, uncomfortable and confused. She found herself under the covers and being spooned by Freddie who, even though asleep, had one arm under hers the hand cupping one of her tits, while his groin and half erect cock was pressed up against her bare arse. He was snoring lightly behind her.
Suddenly realising that she was desperate for the toilet, Darla slid out from under his embrace, this time without waking him freed herself from the confining covers into the shocking cold of the early-hours night. And then there came the horrid reminder, the tell-tale chink of steel chain links, reminding her that she was literally chained to the bedframe. There was enough moonlight and streetlight beyond the house from a gap in the drawn curtains to cast a little light into the bedroom. The chain allowed her as far as the door but no further. She looked around for something to pee into but there was nothing. She shuffled back to bed, hoping to fall asleep and hold off the need to pee until the morning. But now she was awake and cold, and cramps were beginning. She was getting desperate.

  “Freddie… Freddie…? Grandad Freddie?!”

She called his name with increasing volume. Finally, he groaned, rolled onto his back, snuffled a little and then opened his eyes.

  “What the fuck, girl?” He grunted, half sleepy, half aggrieved.

  “Well, you chained me to the bed and now I need to pee and I can’t!”

  “Fine.” He huffed. “Just a fucking minute.”

He forced himself slowly out of the bed, shivering. He looked her up and down in the moonlight, gave his balls a semiconscious cup and lift. His sizeable but flaccid penis gave a little jolt. And Darla felt her stomach flipflop with resurgent anxiety at the sight of his genitals.

Freddie pulled the key from somewhere under his pillow and unlocked the padlock at her ankle. He followed Darla closely to the bathroom, into the room, she didn’t need to wonder why. He stood in front of her and watched in the moonlight while she emptied her bladder. She hung her head in shame while she pissed, resting her elbows on her knees to conceal as much of her naked young body as she could. She didn’t look directly at him but she could see little movements at his groin, his cock was twitching slightly, filling out a little. She was half expecting him to step into her personal space and shove his cock into her mouth. But he didn’t just stood there, watching her closely. She finished, wiped carefully and then flushed. Freddie marched her back into the bedroom, keeping her in close proximity, a controlling hand at her elbow.
He knelt and refitted the padlock. Darla was sorely tempted to assure him that it wasn’t necessary, where exactly did he expect her to go in the early hours of Sunday morning anyway? But she kept her mouth shut. She knew enough to understand that it was a power thing, at least that as much as it was fear of losing access to his personal cum dump.
Unfortunately, though unsurprisingly, he was now wide awake and horny again. He switched on the bedside lamp, propped up pillows and sat up in the bed, one hand working steel back into his already lengthening cock looking over at Darla, as she stood at the side of the bed shivering.

  “Get up on this dick, young Darla. Ride me till you’ve emptied my balls.”

  “But, I’m really tired Grandad Freddie, I need to sleep.”

  “Do as I fucking tell you girl.” He snapped.

He reached out and grabbed her upper arm, jerked her forward. She half tumbled against the side of the bed, off kilter, ending up halfway bent over the mattress. Freddie leaned across her and gave her a big heavy-handed slap across her shapely, perky behind.

  “Get that tight little cunt impaled on this big old-man meat and make me spunk up you!”

She did so. Riding him cowgirl style while he slapped her breasts and pulled at her nipples and reached around to spank her some more. It took about fifteen minutes and she was well into the ascent of her own climax when he suddenly yelled out, squeezing hard on her big tits with both hands. A sudden flush of hot wetness gushed up into her. She felt it distinctly, and then another and another, like a hot tap turned on and off a half dozen times inside her.
He was done quickly, pushing her off and then stretching out on the mattress, panting and moaning in post coital pleasure. He mumbled to her to clean him up with her mouth before she went back to sleep.
Terrified of getting him hard again and getting herself fucked yet again this night, Darla made quick work of his flaccid member, using intense suction and as little tongue as possible, praying she didn’t get him interested yet again.
For once, her prayer was answered and he softened completely between her lips, even as he continued to drool post-cum seepage across her tongue.
He was already snoring away before she deemed her task complete. Darla dragged the kicked-down covers up over them both and allowed another nightmare day and night to wash away with final, blissful sleep.

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The morning brought more of the same. The filthy old rapist taking full advantage of having Darla’s sexy young body right there for him to do whatever he wanted to. Whatever he could think up. It was barely after seven and he already had her going at it, hell for leather. He fucked her three times between waking around seven and when a sudden realisation had interrupted his fun.
The first time, he took her doggie style with her face shoved into a pillow and one of his disgusting bare feet pinning down the side of her head while he railed her and dumped his hot load right into the depths of her, spattering her pummelled cervix.
The second time he made her tit fuck him, kneeling on the floor beside the bed while he sat on the mattress. Both their hands were all over her tits, his fingers tugging on her nipples, directing how fast she work the full orbs around his meat. He stopped her before he came pulled her up onto the bed by her hair, forced her face down into his crotch for a few seconds of sadistic and near vomit-inducing throat-rape.

However again, he pulled free of her before he came. Finally making her lie on her back, her bent over toward her shoulders. He told her to hook her knees behind her shoulders so she was literally folded double. Darla didn’t even know that she could manage so supple a manoeuvre, but she was able to satisfy his demand.
He lay down over her, rubbing the underside of his rampant cock up and down over her vulva, teasing her clit while he stared down into her face. He made her stare up at him. He gorged himself on her reactions, the trembling in her thighs, the little involuntary pelvic gyrations, the rosy flush in her cheeks and best of all the expression on her face as his teasing brought her closer and closer to orgasm - her eyes wide and watery, glistening; mouth open, an aghast expression of erotic wonder, pleasure, disbelief and a whole lot of self-loathing twisting her pretty features.
He didn’t know what he enjoyed more. Every bit of it a consequence of having complete sexual dominance over the teenage slut with a porn princess body.

The position also proved to be great for the both of them. He was able to really slam his meat home with plenty of power behind his thrusts. Once he had made her suffer through the torment of a slow filling penetration. He could get really deep, pummelling her uterus every single time he bottomed out. While from the girl’s point of view, lying there holding herself open to receive him, it all must have felt utterly submissive and demeaning. It was just a shame that the up and down didn’t get her big gorgeous tits shaking about too much. Certainly not enough. Her nipples were about as swollen and jutting as he had ever seen them, thrust forth by almost an inch and gleaming in the morning sun. Having those babies fully animated was always a massive turn on for Freddie. A real visual erotic feast.

A score of minor realisations, combined with the physical joy of raping the little teenage minx was more than enough to bring Freddie to climax within only a few frenetic minutes. This time he pulled out and let fly all over her body, coating her face, her big tits, her flat toned stomach, her swollen, dark pink pussy lips, even the backs of her legs. He truly hosed her down.
They showered together immediately afterwards. And after soaping her up and rinsing her off all over, he gave her a good multi-digit fingering while gorging himself on her nipples. In return, following his orders, Darla soaped up his cock and balls and cleaned around and under his foreskin, while he continued to play with her tight young body. Inevitably he got hard again and was about ready to pin her to the tiles and fuck her standing up, when she heard in the distance the muffled sound of her phone’s ringtone. She froze, wondering, frowning. And then, with a dawning look of recognition she looked at Freddie.

  “Oh, fuck!” She gasped.

  “What?”

  “It’s Monday morning isn’t it! What’s today’s date?”

  “I don’t know… erm, fourteenth, fifteenth? Why?”

  “I have a college interview at eight thirty this morning!”

  “Bullshit, you’re just trying to make excuses so you can run off again.”

  “No, honest I really have! I can’t miss my interview, grandad, it’s like my whole future!”

  “The only future of yours I have any interest in is which hole my cock is filling up next.”

  “I’m serious grandad. Please, can I just go and check my phone? Please? I don’t even know what time it is! Please!”

  “No…”

  “C’mon, grandad please! I’ve cooperated with you, I haven’t fought or struggled, I’ve done everything you wanted. Please, I’m begging you, let me check my phone. I promise I’ll make it up to you later. I’ll fuck you so good. I’ll make it the best fuck of your whole life. I promise! Please grandad!”

  “Fine, but I’ll hold you to that ‘best fuck of my life’. You’ll have your work cut out for you!”

  “Thanks!” She gasped, breathlessly.

The girl leaped out of the shower, dripping wet and glistening with moisture. For Freddie it was as erotic a display as it was amusing, her big natural tits bounced all over the place, almost smacking her in the face as she sprinted for the door, skidding on the linoleum floor and having to grab the door handle to keep herself from faceplanting on the floor or the wall. Her naked arse barely quivered, she was that tight and toned. Her long, wet hair, the natural reddish colouring had been darkened by the shower spray to a dull deep brown, those locks flailed in her wake.

  “And before all that, you’ve still got spunk to get out of these balls...” He yelled after her. “This morning!”

He leisurely finished his shower. It was a challenge not to jerk off under the hot spray like he usually did, but he didn’t have to do that again, at least not for the next three or four days. He had a pretty, sexy teenage girl to see to his every sexual whim. And she had just promised to grant him the best sexual experience of his whole life. Which for him amounted to fifty-five years of experiences to judge and compare.
When he emerged from the shower, the girl was naked, partially wrapped in a towel and sitting on the side of the bed. She had her phone in hand, tapping away on the screen, apparently texting.
She saw him looking at her from the doorway. One hand subconsciously drew the towel up higher on her chest as though to conceal any possible cleavage. As though she had forgotten what he had been doing to her hour after hour every night for the last four days. It amused him.
Then she seemed to remember. And as though assuming she knew what he would want from her, she casually pulled at the towel’s tucked in corner and then gave her shoulders a little shake so that it dropped from her body, pooling around her hips and thighs. Her tits were unleashed, glorious, perky and lustrous. And for a split-second Freddie got a flashback sensation, as though this was really the first time he was getting to see her topless. And it was glorious. His suddenly half hard cock throbbed with pleasuring tingles.
The girl was still looking down at her phone as she spoke. It was like she couldn’t look him in the eye. Maybe it was simply him, naked and wet and with a visibly growing erection.

  “Well…?”

  “Th… thanks, grandad.” She said, heavily, a murmur, barely more than whispered.

It sounded as though it was the hardest and least deserved thing she had ever had to say.

  “It was today and I missed it, already.” She clarified. “But I called the guy back and managed to arrange a get together tomorrow. A one-to-one. Hopefully I can convince him to give me another chance at a proper interview. It’s at a coffeeshop in Dublin city centre. ‘Cause that’s where the college is.”

Freddie said nothing, just came in, he pulled Darla’s towel away from her, casually. Leaving her naked. Staring down at her nude figure, she used her towel to start to dry himself off. In reality it was little more than an excuse to rub his cock and balls.

   “So… I’ll have to be out a bit early tomorrow,” She went on. “So I can get there on time. This is like super important to me grandad. So, is… is it okay?”

  “As long as I get what I want tonight, after you get home from work.”

  “Okay.” she said.

Her reply came through though it was little more than a whisper. Her reservation and disappointment palpable. It almost got on Freddie’s nerves. She knew very well she was going to have to go all out in order to buy his permission. What did she expect? A day off? It had been her suggestion for Christ’s sake.

  “Is there anything you specifically want to do?” She asked, hesitantly. “You know… to me?”

  “Anal.” He said with a big, dramatic, malevolent grin. “No lube... Anal.”

Darla baulked. She felt like crying. But she should have known. Her arse was the only part of her his dick hadn’t invaded. Fingers and tongue a little, but not his dick.
It went without saying that she had never liked the idea. She had tried it once after Raddi had begged her for weeks, but had chickened out at the first hint of discomfort. And Raddi’s erection was small compared to Freddie’s fat fuck stick.
However, she had no choice and she knew it. And, of course, so did Freddie.

  “But I don’t… Anal…?” She whimpered around flowing tears.

Freddie just stared at her, no concern, no empathy, just lust and control and power.

 “Fine…” She said, with a heavy sigh. “As long as I get to go to my college interview, I’ll do whatever you say…”

  “Damn right you will.”

He just left her then, threw on his old dressing gown and headed downstairs to make himself some breakfast.
Darla didn’t even have to suck him off before she left for work. He just paused to stare at her, long straightened red hair pulled up into a high ponytail, light make up making her look even prettier. Tight, curvy body casually shown off by the clinging polo shirt and clinging black pants of her work uniform. Her pin on name tag showing off the ski slope upper curve of her chest. He just flashed her a predatory grin that, watching her reaction, appeared to suck all the colour out of her cheeks. She turned away quickly, snatched up her small handbag from beside the door, stuffed her phone into it and then headed out.

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Work was another dreary nightmare. It was quiet, which made things even worse and Darla found herself working with all the staff members she didn’t really like. Including her Aunt Mary, who always scared and intimidated her. The day dragged so she had far too much time to think about the direction her life had taken. Numerous times she was close to tears, and the few times her colleagues did notice they just  put it down to boyfriend trouble. They weren’t completely wrong either. Raddi had been texting her a lot since Saturday night. Though she had found little time to reply.
Apparently, he had met his mammy’s new fella and was complaining to her about the blatant double standard - that his mother was allowed to bring men home but he wasn’t allowed to have his girlfriend sleep over at all. He also noticed that the guy’s ears always seemed to prick up whenever Darla’s name had been mentioned, which was irritating. Darla could only offer commiserations and agree about the double standard. Though as his mammy’s position was “her house, her rules” there was little to be done. She feigned ignorance when it came to his Mammy’s new fella and suggested maybe he was just trying to ingratiate himself by showing interest in Raddi’s life.

Separate from the constant vibration of alerts to more texts from Raddi, the thought of that accidental upstairs-landing rendezvous and how she had found herself having to service yet another old-man-dick, in order to keep her presence a secret, was extremely disturbing. He had promised her they weren’t done and whenever they were both back in the same location, Raddi’s mammy’s place or not, his dick was going up her. And she couldn’t think of anything to do about it other than avoid going to Raddi’s place at all. She would never know if he was there or not, and it might only take a five-minute trip to the toilet to find herself made to use her body to empty yet another old man’s ball sack. She only wanted Raddi. Why could these older men not get that through their skulls? And now she had two of them literally forcing themselves on her. How many more were out there, simply looking for an opportunity to fuck her?
She even felt it at work, groups of teens coming in and trying to chat her up rather than buy anything. Lads her own age who she recognised from school, coming and trying to chat her up rather than buy anything. And even younger lads, barely into high school with crushes on her, staring at her and trying to pluck up the courage to chat her up. And they rarely bought anything either.
And throughout it all there was Aunt Mary, watching; a permanent scowl on her horse face. Suspicious, and silently accusing. As though she assumed Darla was inviting the attention and getting the guys to come in to chat her up and not buy anything. She probably wouldn’t be as bothered if they actually spent some money. But of course, they were all skint.

Worst of all was quitting time at Eleven. Fuck the ‘walk of shame’ this would be the walk of doom. Her step-grandad was fully expecting to spend the night fucking her in the arse. Not only did she not like anal, she had quickly grown scared of the idea of it after those painful few seconds of her singular attempt with Raddi.
He had been overly excited by the idea and she had known that she had seriously disappointed and frustrated him when she had said she wouldn’t be trying that ever again. Still, he had accepted her assertion and hadn’t broached the subject Since. And now she was going to have to let Freddie shove his big fat slab of meat in her arse, and not just once either. She was going to have to take it, put up and shut up - well, put out and shut up - for as long as Freddie wanted to sodomise her. It was pretty much a guarantee that once he’d fucked her in the arse once, it would absolutely be added to their nightly repertoire. That meant from tonight right through until Thursday morning when her nan returned from England.
That had to be her single biggest regret of her whole life, choosing to stay behind at home rather than going to England with her nan.

All of a sudden it was time to lock up, clean up, balance the tills and then collect coats and bags and head home. Darla dragged her feet, receiving even more ire from Aunt Mary.
Once out on the street with nowhere to go but home, she spotted a timely distraction and this time didn’t hesitate. She would take the risk, if only for a little while.
That same gang of lads were hanging around again, at the mouth of the back alley between two lines of century-old terrace houses that she passed every time she went to or from work. The group of three were a couple of years younger than her, smoking weed and sharing a two-litre bottle of something no doubt cheap. Maybe they’d pinched it from her shop earlier. Though eighteen, they were really just boys and they would be harmless surely, all mouth. They’d probably be intimidated by an attractive young woman who, surely, had a couple of years of maturity and experience on them.
She hurried across the street, friendly and smiling. The three boys parted to allow her into their triangle and then gathered around her the second she had stepped into their orbit. Each of them couldn’t help but stare at her tits more than anything else. Almost immediately they started showing off, being borderline obnoxious. Darla didn’t complain, not about the staring nor about them being rude and obnoxious. She understood they were intending to be flirtatious so she gave them a break.
She turned down the offer of a toke on the joint but accepted the bottle, which turned out to clear vodka in a lemonade bottle. She took a couple of big galvanising gulps. Encouraged, they started chatting her up more directly, overly excitable and childishly obvious, blatant and deliberate in their lewdness and innuendos.

She let them, pretending it was funny and fun, that she was enjoying their attention. Within minutes, one of them had ‘accidentally’ brushed against her boobs with his upper arm and she ignored it. Another of them suddenly leaned in and stole a kiss. She didn’t push him off or complain so he kissed her again. She kissed him back, giving as good as she got. Instilled with confidence, he started to cop a feel of her tight arse while they tongue fenced. Then one of the other two was trying to get in on the action. Darla was pulled away and turned toward the new direction of interest. Blindly she kissed the new pair of lips. Whoever it was immediately breathed a lungful of weed smoke into her open mouth. It stung the surface of her spiralling tongue made the roof of her mouth tingle. But she already had a full breath held and just exhaled it. Still the effect didn’t miss her completely, it went straight to her head and got her tingling all over, she pressed herself against the boy, kissing him with a new hunger. The first boy was still pressed up against her, both hands caressing and squeezing her arse through her tight black pants, Darla didn’t complain. Mid kiss, the second boy hesitantly and uncertainly brushed a palm against her tits. Again, she didn’t pull away, he suddenly had all the confidence in the world, liberally going after her big tits with both hands.

Although the last of the boys was the ugliest, overweight and greasy; she felt bad about leaving him out so when he stepped up hopefully, the bulge in his pants somehow more flattering than disturbing, Enjoying the sense of control she had over the boys, Darla let him kiss her and feel her up too. It might have been his first experience or perhaps he was assuming that this could be the only chance he was going to get being sexual with a willing girl for the foreseeable, because he pushed his luck at every turn. He shoved a hand down the back of her pants, squeezing her thong-framed buttocks, even rubbing the gusset of her underwear, stroking her hot vulva through the thin strip of fabric. His other hand worked her tits pretty roughly. Yet still Darla didn’t complain. She winced a little and squirmed in his embrace but she didn’t try to stop him while he blatantly ignored the signs of discomfort she did send his way. The hand blazing across her tits, shoved its way under her top and harshly squeezed on her breasts, encased in a thin unwired purple bra. He rubbed his thumb back and forth over both her nipples until they stood out stiffly and then pinched and tugged on the aching buds.

The bubble burst. Darla no longer felt in control. With these boys. And a second realisation hit her like a one-two-punch. She had allowed herself to stay out too long after leaving work and Freddie would be clock watching. And thinking up unpleasant consequences the longer she delayed. Besides, she was starting to feel increasingly guilt-ridden that she was actively betraying Raddi. Being forced to fuck and suck her step-grandad was one thing. It was out of her hands, but with these boys it had been her choice and her decision. She ended it abruptly, pulling herself clear of their triangle of groping. Freed, she hurriedly righted her manhandled clothing.
For a second, the fat boy simply stared at her as though famished, arms halfway to outstretched his eyes smouldering with lust. He looked like he might leap on her at any second. However, he appeared to calm himself, visibly relaxing. He grinned at her, appearing to accept her choice to put an end to their fun.
She finally requested one last swig from their bottle. She took two deep slugs of the vodka and then told them she’d better be off. They moaned and complained, trying to convince her to give each of them a hand job, that she had made them all super horny and it was only right and proper that she solve the problem she was the cause of. Smirking at their attempted guilt tripping, she apologised and said she needed to get home.
She was relieved that their attempts at coercion remained verbal only and they sulkily allowed her to leave. The three of them standing there, staring after her as she left them behind in the mouth of that alley.

Darla headed home to her grandad and his intention to fuck her up the arse, for half the night, at least. She was in for one sorry time of it, that was for sure.

She tried to focus instead on why this forced anal was going to be happening. She had the opportunity to secure a college place for herself tomorrow morning. She could fulfil her dream, if she could secure the position on the course - she would be an animator. A career that would allow her to use her artistic talent. She wouldn’t need much, as long as she could afford a place to live and to feed herself, that would be all she would need. And tomorrow would be the first step in that future. Independence and self-improvement.
But to get to tomorrow, to ensure that first step was a successful one, she would have to spread her cheeks and take Freddie’s dick up her arse. Just get through that and the future would be waiting for her.
But, oh fuck was it going to be bad. She couldn’t imagine how much it was going to hurt. Trying with Raddi had been bad enough, and Freddie’s wrinkled old dick was so much longer and thicker. It was going to be absolute agony. She was under no illusions about that.
So – tonight take Freddie’s big fat dick up her arse… and then tomorrow, hopefully, she would convince this college tutor bloke to give her a spot on his course. Actually, no fuck that, never mind ‘hopefully’ - she would absolutely convince the tutor to accept her onto his course. She would do whatever it took to make him agree.

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Once again, it was just after eleven thirty when she opened the front door and stepped into the house. Freddie was already there, once again waiting for her at the bottom of the stairs. He said nothing about her lateness or, if he noticed it, he made no mention of the taste of vodka on her breath or any whiff of weed.
He stood watching while she locked the front door, dropped her bag, retrieving her phone from the pocket first, and then kicked off her runners. She stood in front of him, head bowed, a lowly soldier awaiting orders. He reached out, pincered her at the nape of the neck and silently marched her upstairs.
As they ascended side by side, his other hand crawled across her smooth, flexing buttocks, stroking and squeezing what was obviously the singular target of his interest for the night. And probably every night to follow.
Keeping his hands on her up the stairs and along the hall, he marched her to the master bedroom and shoved her toward the bed.
 
What followed was a night of rampant and aggressive and, for Darla, agonising sodomy.
Three times he slid his cock into her arse before he was satisfied. Though the third occasion consisted of Freddie lying back passively while Darla was made to do all the work, actively taking it into her own rectum. Crouching over his rampant meat and lowering herself, already uncomfortably sore, until he was lodged securely inside her colon. Once root deep inside her, she had been made to ride him vigorously to orgasm.
However, it was the first time that had been the worst and the experience had stuck in her mind since. He had walked her straight into the bedroom where the bed was already well prepared. Darla had the sense that he had spent much of the day delighting himself in making his preparations.
The bedding was all thrown off onto the floor and the bare mattress had been covered with sliced open and taped together bin bags. There were multiple lengths of old rope, which must no doubt have been retrieved from his old hunting and gardening supplies that he still had stored in the garden shed. The ropes were all secured to the outer left-most bar of the bedstead and coiled like sleeping serpents atop the binbags. In the middle of the bedstead was an actual pair of handcuffs.

  “You’ll like those. They cheap plastic toy ones I got from the newsagents this morning. But you won’t be able to break them. I reinforced them with half a dozen rolls of insulation tape. Shame I didn’t have any more duct tape. But the insulation should be just as strong.”

She could see it as he pushed her closer to the head of the bed. Black sticky tape encircled each and every surface and joint, even the chain links. The only bare grey plastic was a small triangle where the key hole was on each of the bracelets.

  “C’mere, my little teenage slut,” He grunted, grinning. “I’ve missed you today.”

She could taste the whisky on his breath as he embraced her, kissing her, hungrily, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. She could taste it on his tongue as he thrust in and out. His arms came around her, hugging her tightly, enjoying the warmth and soft-firmness of her body, even with their clothes on. He squeezed her arse yet again, hard, and made sure her tits were crushed against his chest while he snogged her. Overpowering her in his passion, he leaned into her, forcing her to arch backward almost putting her beneath him. The kiss was as wet and filthy, as noisy as he could make it. He moaned and slurped as their tongues performed their frantic serpentine dance, lips locked, saliva drooling from mouth to mouth, trickles escaping to coat her lips and run down her chin.
He eventually released her aching buttocks and pulled away slightly, giving her room to fill her half-crushed lungs with air, but the kiss resumed all to quickly and his hands came up to assault her big perky tits through her work-shirt.
He finally ended the vile kiss, but stood nose to nose with her, continuing to brutalise her breasts, kneading the pert orbs with a searing aggression as he stared into her big, wet lustrous eyes.

  “God, I love having your delicious body here at my beck and call.” He groaned. “You’ve always been a sexy little minx, haven’t you? Right from when you started to sprout these womanly fucking charms.”

His eyes travelled slowly down into the narrow space between them. His eyes even bulged when they found the jutting shelf of her breasts. He grinned.

  "Get your clothes off now, girl. You ain't gonna be needing them. And you don't want blood nor shit on ‘em either."

She felt herself turning green, a moment of horror-induced nausea. But still, she took a step back and flicked at the buttons of her collar, then peeled the uniform shirt over her head, shaking her hair out behind her while her hands reached down to the button and zipper of her snug pants.
Freddie stood there, smiling as he watched her undress; idly manhandling the already formed ridge of hardness tenting his slacks. Flushing crimson and averting her eyes, she stripped out of her underwear, finally revealing the delectable goods to her grandfather.

  "Fuuuuuck me, girly… Never gets fucking old! Seeing it or sticking my cock in it."

Blatantly rubbing his shaft, he stared at the naked girl. She stood there in silence, facing him, her hands down at her sides. Her head remained slightly bowed, eyes averted from his.

  "Now get up on the bed, on your knees. And face the wall."

He started to pull off his own clothes. His eyes never far from raking over her tight, perkily youthful curves. Once he had dropped his own underwear he paused for a minute, moving to stand by the bed and then cupping and squeezing each of her breasts. And as usual his caress was rough, harsh and painful. His cock was straining erect and visibly throbbing. He spent a few additional seconds cruelly pinching and tugging on her nipples as though he were milking the busty girl. Finally done with his moment of play, he turned his full attention what why they were both there.

  "Do I have to put the cuffs on, grandad?” She asked. “I mean already agreeing to let you have my arse."

  "Yes, you have to use the cuffs, I don't want you changing your mind and trying to run off when it inevitably gets too much for you!"

Standing at the head of the bed right beside her, he picked up the jar of Vaseline and daubed a tiny amount onto the tip of his upthrust erection. It was barely enough to lubricate his crown, once he had drawn back the foreskin and started rubbing it in. all rubbed in, he cleaned his fingertips by stoking them up and down the length for a second, but it was barely enough to give a perspiration-gleam to his shaft. It was certainly not enough, Darla feared, to lubricate him to ease anal entry. At least, not for her benefit.
He disappeared behind her and the bed rocked for a moment, a raft on a stormy sea, while he climbed on board. Hurriedly positioning himself on his knees behind her. His hands cupped her tight buttocks possessively.

  “Put yourself in those cuffs, Darla. I won't tell you again.”

She did as she was told. The cuffs felt odd around her wrists. Ridiculously lightweight, even flimsy. And yet, even a rudimentary test proved the amount of black tape wrapping the thin plastic was more than enough to stop her from breaking free of the cheap toy. She felt the ropes being gathered and then wrapped around her waist, stretched across to the right corner of the bedframe. Leaning across her back he knotted the other end tightly to the right side of the headboard. She strained slightly, pushing back with her hips there was no give in the ropes. He had made sure she would be going nowhere until he allowed her.

  “This is where the fun begins.” He sang.

Memories of that first time attempting anal with Raddi flashed through her head as she knelt there, in that demanded position, cuffed hands gripping the top of the headboard, thighs at a right angle to her torso, head lowered, waiting. Shivering all over with anxiety feeling sick.
It had been Raddi’s birthday and, more aware of stereotypes than any actual interest he had voiced, she had promised to try anal as a present for him. They had waited until the weekend after his birthday, where they would be going to a house party. It was the only place really, somewhere they could, they hoped, enjoy a little privacy in someone’s borrowed bedroom.
Darla had brought along a little sex-shop gift of water-based lubricant in a toothpaste-like tube gift wrapped, it had been her surprise ‘go ahead’. She had lubed up his cock liberally while he had spent a little time pushing a well-lubed finger up her arse before squirting more lube up inside her. It made her gasp and squirm due to the natural cold of the gel. Then it was head down, pillow stuffed between her clenched teeth, arse up. Plus legs spread wide to put her at just the right height with Raddi who knelt behind her.
The standard youthful impatience hit him almost at once, and then frustration when he didn’t slide on in immediately. It wasn’t like the easy and smooth penetration of her pussy. So, he started pushing hard. Darla tried throughout to relax and let him in, but it wasn’t working.

Darla had assumed they were just going to give up on it but Raddi’s frustration abruptly overtook his empathy and he shoved forward hard, forcing his way into her, his fat crown popping in past her overlaboured sphincter ring. She had screamed as an agonising inferno of pain had taken over all other sensations.
She had begged him to take it out and he had done, just not immediately. He had made it and was thrusting away with his usual rapid, deep pummelling thrusts, not realising how much he was hurting her. In fact, he didn’t stop and pull out until she was sobbing and pleading with him. He sulked. And she had to bite down her own frustration and anger at him for not stopping straight away and instead apologise to him to ending his birthday fun so suddenly. She had given him a hand job and promised him lots more sex, once he had washed his cock properly, and that vile hot stinging up her arse had faded. All she really remembered from that one sorry attempt was all the insurmountable burning pain of Raddi’s cock forcing its way up her arse so she had vowed never to try anal again.
And now here she was pondering in silent dread how she had come to find herself here, about to take her own grandfather's dick up her arse. That singular error in judgement, of choosing not to go to England. Plus dismissing her prior concerns about Freddie, underestimating his spryness and his frankly shocking capabilities in the bedroom. In fact, he had more cum, stamina and physical strength than any other lad of her own age that she had ever slept with. He was practically insatiable.
It was as though he’d struck a deal with the devil or something.

Suddenly, it was all go. He was ready for it, impatient for it. She felt him up against her, hands prizing her taut cheeks apart and sliding his cock up and down her arse cleavage before he reangled. She was hyperaware of the warm friction of the underside of his shaft rubbing up and down against her soft vulva, he might have coated his cock with lube but he had used very little. And she wasn’t wet, she wasn’t lubed at all.
The hot, solid lump of his crown suddenly thumped against her puckered anal star, beginning to pressure her. Darla braced herself. She knew enough that she was meant to relax, even bear down with her anal muscles. But she was so wound up and anxious that she was physically trembling, and she couldn't do anything other than brace herself, fully tensed. She knew she was making it harder for herself and she knew it was going to hurt a hell of a lot more than when Raddi had done it.
She was right.
The old man gripped the solid club of his cock right beneath the lubricated helmet and pushed hard at the nasty teen slut’s anal star. He wished there was some kind of camera set up when he could see her facial expression as well as a close-up view of the battle between his erection and her delicious arse’s attempt to keep him out.
His erection felt hot and straining, both through sheer hardness and the effort of trying to gain access to young Darla’s arse hole. His rapidly pumping blood made him pulse harder and harder in his fist. The piss slit bellied outward under pressure, singing, and for long seconds it felt like he was trying to fuck his way through a wall.
But then something gave. He felt the hot elastic ring suddenly clamping around the tip of his cock, rather than it being sealed up against it.

Darla shrieked, jolted by the hard jerk of his surprisingly strong hips. His cock forced her anal sphincter to stretch, beginning to give way to his bullying girth. It stung horribly, certainly worse than she remembered. And Freddie was no Raddi. He wasn’t thinking about her suffering at all. He wouldn’t stop or agree not to try it again when he realised how much she was suffering. Freddie would always, and was, carrying on despite her obvious agony.
A sudden shocking image of a giant vengeful hornet - the insect continually stinging the ring of her sphincter muscle - flashed randomly into her mind. If she wasn’t feeling so sore and miserable, she might have laughed at the absurd image.

With a few seconds of fierce aggression-asserted pressure, Freddie broke through young Darla's desperate, over-stressed defences to firmly lodge the whole of his fat swollen crown inside her anus. The girl shrieked, cutting through his deep groan of intense pleasure. Her din almost immediately diluted into a sobbing, moaning wail of indecipherable mumbles that were probably pleas for mercy. The dirty little slut should have known better. Finally, she manged to speak up, enunciating through her blubbering.

  “Awwwww! Please! Please grandad! Not so deep! It really hurts! Owwww!”

  “Shouldn’t keep yourself so fucking tight then should you, girl.” He groaned with jubilation. “Ohhh! Its glorious! Young Darla, didn’t think you’d be this fucking tight back here!”

  “Owww! Aggghhhh! Grandad, you’re hurting me! Please! Not so deep! Awwww! It’s too hard!”

  “Not my fault your prick of a boyfriend is too small to stretch you out, isn’t it!”

  “But I only took him up there the once! It hurt too much! And you’re a lot bigger than him!”

  “I am, am I? Ha! That just makes me wanna fuck your little shitter harder than ever!”

  “Ohhhh! Please, don’t Please! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Jesus! That hurts! Ahhhhhh!”

A powerful, throbbing hot pain was penetrating her; brought on by the deepening trajectory of Freddie's gut-stretching erection. It deepened and intensified until her entire tight backside was a searing mass of dull, burning, throbbing agony. Her anal mouth felt as though it was pierced by dancing arcs of electricity, shock after shock snapping within the ring entryway of her arse hole.
She wept and cursed, stammering sobbed expletives that filled the bedroom. All of it, of course, flatly ignored by her step-grandad.
As he continued to assert pelvic pressure, panting and growling, he slowly gained more and more ground. The tunnel of her rectum was forced to stretch open more and more to make room for the phallic invader, that had no right to enter there in the first place.
Darla’s succulent arse recoiled, protesting in a silent voice of sheer pulsing agony. Inexplicably images of her arse screaming back at her, to remove whatever was invading her tight orifice, sprang to life. She certainly felt that desire strongly and yet knew there was nothing to do but suffer the pain of it.

Freddie finally bottomed out with deep groan that was almost a bellow of sadistic joy. But there was no pause to survey the view at the peak. He slowly started to pull back, the friction of her anal walls still gripping tight, adding new degrees of stinging pain to what she already found intolerable.
The lightning bolt sting intensifying as though that fantasy hornet had been joined by a bunch of its drunk, psychotic kin. Each thrust feeling like a cat-o’-nine-tails tearing into her rectal membrane and tenderising her anal channel.
Each pelvic slam made her wail and whine, when she wasn’t cursing and sobbing. She would absolutely have begged for mercy if she had, for one second, thought it might do any good.
The tears were rolling down her cheeks like storm rain on window glass. While the rapid repetition of his brutal slamming thrusts, created loud searing smacks of his hips on her tight bottom.
It all reverberated through her body, torturous shockwaves that rippled through her flesh and made her big tits swing violently beneath her like abused punching bags.

“Uh! Uh! Uh! Uhh! Oh Christ, Grandad…! Uahh! Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhhhh!”

Her loud, whining breathy gasps were overridden by Freddie’s bellowing punctuations.

  “Ohhh! Fuck! Jesus, fucking…! Jesus fucking Christ! So good! So, fucking good! Take it you perverted, nasty, jail-bait ginger whore! You’re my piece of arse, you little bitch, all mine! My piece of arse! So take it!”

Her back passage, gutted, pummelled and beaten into submission by Freddie's disproportioned hard-on, continued to throb with almost insurmountable agonies.
The whole length of her tunnel was clenching violently with each withdrawal, only to be forced to spread open again as her grandfather’s big cock hammered into her. Every thrust burned her inner walls, viscerally scraping against her flesh like some Hell-spawned cheese grater.
Freddie suddenly pulled out, leaving her pulverised arse hole feeling like some kind of trembling, agonised, gaping-maw sinkhole.

  “Oh fuck, young Darla! This sweet little arse of yours feels so fucking great!” He groaned, actually laughing. “Even better than I imagined!”

With that he hammered his meat straight back up her arse. She squealed loudly at another sudden raw penetration, her rectum still involuntarily clenching up around the stretching invader.
Darla incidentally continued to make things more difficult and more painful for herself. With her struggles and involuntary clenching. She buried her face in the tear-soaked pillow and sobbed in her misery.

Freddie neither cared or even seemed to notice. He just kept a tight grasp of her hips and pumped her rectum as hard and fast as he could, driving in deep, his hips slamming her bottom and no doubt adding all new fresh bruises to her body, as he chased that rapidly building orgasm.

  “Oh Christ, but this is too fucking good!” He yelled.

He thoroughly battered her clenching backdoor for twenty or thirty more seconds before, fingers clawing at her hips, he slammed in root-deep one last time and let fly. His climax bursting with a deafening cacophony of guttural and expletive-heavy groans.
 
  “Ahhh! Fuck!!! AHHHH YEAH!! FUCK, YEAH!! Fucking…! Take it all, you little cunt!”

Darla was so sore that she didn’t really feel his spunk spurting along her savaged rectal passage. There were a number of deep, lashing eruptions spattering her churning guts, but the first time she consciously realised that he must have cum, was when he pulled out of her with a wet pop and slumped backward, no longer in contact with her tortured body. Moaning and panting and laughing all at once, he slumped back onto the mattress, muttering little groans of exhausted post-orgasmic euphoria.
He leaned up enough to give her a hearty slap across her well battered buttocks.

  “Ohhhhh… Jesus… Fuuuuuuck…! But that was fucking great, my girl!”

Darla wanted nothing more than to fall forward onto her belly. Her buttocks, thighs and shoulders all raged with throbbing pain. She needed to relax her arse and legs to allow the straining in her muscles to reduce so she didn't feel so racked with agonies. However, the handcuffs and the ropes encircling her waist prohibited much downward movement, and they bit into her flesh when she did try. The only thing she could do that helped, was to straighten one leg out at a time, stretching it backwards and then relaxing it, fighting off constant threat of cramping muscles throughout her arse cheeks, thighs and calves.
 
Freddie relaxed back against the foot of the bed, looking over her enticing bare flesh without really seeing it for a while, basking in the joyous afterglow of having ejaculated deep into her sweet teenage colon for the first time.
His eyes slowly refocused, staring at her anus as the sphincter ring retracted to its natural cinched size, crimping inward until it was once more a tiny puckered pinprick of star-pleated skin. It remained red raw, not quite bloody but looked deliciously scoured. He was sure his cock looked the same but he really didn’t care. It was just too great an experience to take any negatives into account. Just the view, and the post-orgasmic satisfaction somehow sent his cock growing again. He rapidly found himself fully hard and wanting more. He was almost instantly ready to go, and it was time to go again.

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Tuesday.

The second time came far too quickly after the first, following some timeless yet shockingly short moment of rest and recuperation.
Barely after the chimes of midnight he was back and taking position behind her, the same position, no prompting or ceremony. He grabbed her hips and thrust his resurgent erection brutally back inside her still throbbing arse. The staggering heat of her pain snatched another loud haggard groan from the girl.
The rest was more of the same. Expletive filled squealing and sobbing from her; countering guttural moans of sensual joy and ecstasy from him.
This time Freddie actually put himself up onto his feet, squatting over her buttocks. Bridging her hips he leaned over her slender, arched back so he could thrust downward into her rectum. It proved even more painful.
He threw out several panting, groaning breaths whenever he would on occasion pause, balls deep in her arse. While Darla countered with her own din, blasphemous groans, ignored begging and pleas for mercy. That was, when her teeth weren't clenched and her lips drawn back in an animalistic display of utter cope.

  “Ahhh! Ahhh! Please! Grandad! Please….! AHHH! AHHHH! Grandad! AAAHHHH!”

He went at her with what felt to Darla like a deliberately pain-inducing and vigorous arse ramming. A hard and aggressive, determined-to-hurt sodomy that somehow came in conjunction with his own personal sexual gratification.
The bed shook, rattling violently as he pounded into her, no doubt enjoying her cries and near sobbing, and all the little physical contortions that, trussed up by his ropes, also illustrated her apparent suffering.
The second time took longer but Freddie wasn’t able to muster quite the same degree of physicality. It was fortunate for Darla, as the downward thrusting proved much more harsh and painful. Even so, just like the last time, that burning numbness throughout her loins was so intense that Darla didn’t even realise he had finished until he let out a long rattling groan and pulled out following a quivering pause. Again, once done with her he achingly dragged himself back to the foot of the bed.
Darla lay there shivering, the throbbing pain proving slow to subside. Her muscles and joints, especially her knees, hips and shoulders were screaming at her for release.

  “Please… Please untie me… Please unite me, grandad, please…”

This time, he did. Uncuffing her and then loosening the knots of the harness-like ropes encircling her waist that had kept her suspended above the mattress. She flopped, face down on the damp pillow, limp legs spread, arms akimbo; just trying to relax and allow those throbbing cramps to slip from her body.

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  “Wake up! Wake the fuck up my little whore. It’s time to spread your cheeks again! It’s time for more… Unless you want to stay here tomorrow, arse fucking right through until it’s time for work.”

Though still exhausted and groggy from her interrupted sleep, Darla understood well enough what Freddie was getting at. Not exposing her arse hole for his dick now would only result in missing her appointment with the college tutor in the morning. So, repressing a sigh she spread herself out prone on the under-sheet, reached back with both hands and spread her cheeks, wincing at the sharp pain that kicked in around her burning anal mouth and the cleft of her buttocks. That uncomfortable burn became all but unbearable once he had knelt over her and brusquely hammered his cock up her arse for the third time that night.

This time he lay over her back, forcing his arms under her to fill his hands with her big tits while he began to rut her brutally. It took barely five minutes for him to cum, but those long minutes were horrendous for Darla.
Continually growling and grunting right into her ear to punctuate each gut-churning, brutalising thrust, all the while making her take his prodigious weight, he forced her to keep both hands on her arse cheeks spreading herself open for him throughout. Her arms screaming in pain, trapped between their two bodies, she somehow kept her perky buttocks spread. He fucked her up the arse harder than ever, as though it would be the very last time, and she could only prey that was the case. However, knowing how much he was obviously enjoying it, and knowing she would still have at least another two days to go before her nan returned from England, she was under no illusions that it was far from the last time. She could only bear it, and look ahead to it all came to an end.
After those endless five minutes of heavy and fierce sodomy, Darla’s step-grandad groaned louder than ever and began to accelerate even more.

His actions had her face buried in the pillow beneath her, and she sobbed and groaned her shame and agony into the tear sodden cotton and polyester, as his bloated stone-hard cock all but ripped her a new one.
Then, suddenly, he stopped thrusting. And with a glorious bellow of unrestrained ecstasy, his erection clenched inside her pummelled guts and sprayed her beaten innards with yet another big load of his thick hot cream.
Once more satiated. He popped free of her rectum, gave her bruised tits one last harsh two-handed squeeze and then rolled clear, releasing her from his weight.

Now Darla lay there wide awake, in an embrace of dull throbbing agony again and getting increasingly cold. She was bathed in his sweat and hers – now devoid of their combined body heat, instead touched by the cold of the night.
Fighting down renewed sobs she climbed painfully off the bed, leaving Freddie snoring noisily in his post orgasmic euphoria. She shuffled into the bathroom and took a shower. She got the water as hot as she could stand, bathing in the sting of searing heat on shivering cold flesh. She washed her body, her hair and then her arse, inside and out.
She stepped out, dried herself off as best she could with the little energy that remained. And then, needing the peace and reassurance of familiarity, she blindly stumbled back her own bed. She slept, fortunately undisturbed, through to the first light of the dawn.

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It was lucky really that Darla had not drawn her curtains, as the rising sun woke her early and she showered again then put on her make up and did her hair as she had planned it out in work yesterday.

She worked at her appearance, pretending she was going to see Raddi; dressing to impress, matching that same effort when it came to her hair and make-up. Checking herself in the mirror she decided she looked pretty good and felt reassured, that at least on the outside, she made for a capable lie.
She put on a green and black check pleated mini-skirt over her lace edged purple thong. After the invigorating dawn shower, her arse was now more numb than sore, at least for the time being and she noted that, unlike in the early hours, she wasn’t limping around the house.
An awesome lacy push-up bra did eyepopping things to her tits, the very reason she had bought it. And though they were mottled with light bruises and ruddy around her nipples, marked by love bites, none of it was around the on-display inner curves or upper slopes, so she threw on the green V-neck fitted T-shirt that she had intended to wear. Her backup had been a tight-fitting woollen sweater that. But she didn’t need it. The eye popping up-thrust of her décolletage and the amount of creamy cleavage on display was bound to make any man’s mouth water. Purple-and-black striped knee socks and thick soled black high-tops showed off her long legs and especially the bared slash of pink skin at the tops of her thighs.
Happy with the result, she grabbed her handbag and hurried out of the door, setting off for the bus stop.

She had seen or heard nothing of Freddie all morning. And if she timed things right, she could even get home late morning, change into her uniform quickly and be heading out to work before Freddie even had a chance to get his hands on her again.
Enough was enough - last night might have been hours of unending misery but Darla had paid that torturous price in advance, now she was about to reap the reward. From here on out, at least until she got to the end of her shift, she wouldn’t have to think about Freddie at all.
Today and tomorrow. She just had to get through today and tomorrow and it would be all over for good. And with her about to secure a place in college, she would have good news and a bright future to look forward to. It would even give her something positive to daydream about all of today and tomorrow.

The Dublin Costa Coffee was packed. She turned a few heads when she walked in but it was mostly girls her own age and most of those were up themselves, a bunch of retards that looked at her funny. Snide sidelong looks that were obviously jealousy. Or they were fashion weirdoes judging her choice of attire. A couple of those who took longer that a glance looks, might have been dykes, probably picturing her diving their muffs or scissoring her. She might not have even rejected such an offer, depending on who looked her way. A Megan Fox lookalike would always have the opportunity for Darla’s mouth sucking on pussy and clit.

Of course, there were the lads too. No embarrassing wolf whistles thankfully, but she liked most appreciative attention from lads. Even ugly bastards and fat fucks who she wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot bargepole, she could still accept their drooling looks as complimentary and flattering, as long as they drooled over her from afar.
She grabbed two lattes thinking it a safe choice, and then found a little wall-side booth halfway down and sat facing the door, keeping her eyes open for this tutor. She remembered him as being a tall, lean, older guy, maybe in his fifties with grey hair and a goatee. Glasses, full lips. She couldn’t bring his name to mind, unfortunately.
However, Darla spotted him straight away as he stepped across the threshold of the café’s entrance. She stretched up, thighs pressing into the table’s edge, and waved a hand to catch his attention. He wasn’t as tall as she had thought, and seemed a little stockier that he had looked through a computer monitor, but he was him alright.
He meandered casually through the crowd, not in any hurry, and took a seat opposite her. His eyes were bright. They roved her upper half for a protracted moment. Appreciatively.

  “Miss Fraser, nice to see you in the flesh.” He said.

He didn’t actively acknowledge the potential flirtation behind the remark. But with his gaze taking in her tits, rather obviously, Darla was unsure of how he had meant it. She smiled back, not sure what to say. And feeling intimidated. She was racking her brains, realising that she still couldn’t remember his name. She felt like kicking herself she hadn’t really prepared for this meeting.
He picked up the coffee that she had bought him, prised off the plastic cover before taking an experiment sip. The result was in a smile and a nod of approval. And, despite his name still not springing to mind, Darla felt like she had passed an unspoken test or something. The right kind of coffee.

She felt as though they were in a little private bubble of their own, the other customers creating a buffer between the two of them and the world beyond. However, as buffers go it was kind of loud.

  “I’m Professor Hardwicke. Though, unlike in high school, you’ll be allowed to call me Thomas.”

Darla found, with the noise she had to keep leaning forward across the table to hear what the softly spoken tutor had to say. He seemed to appreciate her efforts as his eyes often dipped as her forward motion extended her cleavage directly into his eye line - as she essentially planted both her glorious tits right onto the table top. She had noticed his attention being taken in by her figure and choice of attire the second he had emerged through the crowd and looked down at her. But for Darla that was the case every time with everyone she met.
 
Hardwicke was wearing a pair of tan slacks and a matching suit jacket with a form-fitting navy T-shirt beneath and a pair of blue and white boat shoes. Perhaps he was one of those hip middle-aged tutors or maybe he was going through a mid-life crisis.
Having positioned herself on the outside edge of the bench seat she watched his eyes as he had approached. And she had watched him take in her long shapely legs, the bare flesh of the tops of her thighs, the hiked-up skirt, and then her jutting boobs casting a deep shadow over the plastic-coated table top. And finally, her face, framed by pinned up wavy hair and decidedly sensual make up and her naturally alluring smile.
He held her eyes while he introduced himself. However, as he slid into the booth opposite her, his eyes locked with laser focus on her fine bosom and well displayed cleavage - and while he straightened his jacket - and again while he took off the lid of his gifted coffee all the way through taking that first assessing sip.
The coffee shop remained busy, practically packed and no one was looking their way, or paying any attention to them at all.

  “So, Darla… Great tits, very nice face. Not getting you’d be a real shame.”

  “Sorry, I missed that,” She said, leaning forward again. “It’s pretty packed in here.”

  “I said,” he grinned. “it’s very nice to put a finally face to the name.”

She didn’t quite feel convinced, and he had seen her in the video chat already, but she let it go.

  “Thanks. It’s good to meet you in person too. And thanks for agreeing to give me this chance. Whatever I can do to convince you to offer me a place on your course…”

She just meant it as a compliment but after the words had come out of her mouth, Darla realised how they might have sounded. Talk about sexual innuendo or unspoken promise. She blushed and had to look away, then tried to disguise her discomfort by taking a sip of her own coffee. When she glanced back up at the older man he was looking into her eyes with intrigue and mild amusement.

  “Well, I’ll have to bear that in mind.” He said with a grin. “Hopefully you’ll be able to make real use of your talents, on my course.”

At that point, he made an attempt to assess her portfolio samples; bringing up a couple of her pieces, that she’d emailed him, on his phone. But it was not lost on her that he really only had eyes for her jutting tits and her deep cleavage. Nothing new there. She chatted for a while about her love of art and animation, her favourite anime. He asked her about favourite characters in some of those titles and why she liked them. She blushingly confessed a lot of her favourites were because of crushes she had developed while watching.

  “It’s not uncommon. Thirst traps, your generation calls them? I notice you mentioned male and female characters. Are you that way inclined?”

Naturally open and honest, she stumbled through a flustered, flush-cheeked confession about being bisexual and yet never having had an actual girl-on-girl experience. He listened intently, leaning in across the table apparently trying, and often failing, to keep his eyes out of her cleavage. But then he frowned, and gave a little shake of his cocked head.

  “Would you come and sit beside me, Darla? I’m having trouble hearing you over this din.”

  “Sure. Hang on.”

She grabbed her handbag from beside her and slid out of the seat as he shuffled across the opposite bench, making room. Smiling and blushing she slid in alongside him. He took up plenty of room and they were thigh to thigh even though Darla had already perched herself on the edge of the bench. Rather than giving her more room, he crossed his legs and twisted so he was turned toward her, leaning in close. He even had one arm laying across the top of the bench’s backrest, creeping around behind her. The girl’s new proximity allowed him to look down on her from above and take in even more of her delicious cleavage.
She smiled, recognising his expression of interest. Hopefully, she could use that if things started to get rocky. But so far, she felt as though she had him on side.
After the initial lewd comment, that she’d pretended not to hear, he had backtracked a little leaning toward the professional. Though he restarted after a few minutes, this time using innuendo, innocent phrases that could be taken provocatively, if someone had that kind of thinking. Darla did have that kind of thinking. Even though it could have been all innocent and her naturally dirty mind could have been reading into what the tutor was saying. However, when the innuendo was combined with his undeniable flirtation it all felt very much indisputably sexual.
It left her uncertain by it, by him. He was okay, she supposed, for an older guy. Not amazingly good looking by any means, slightly chunky around the belly and sporting a bit of a double chin. But his level of confidence and his status as a tutor did afford him something admittedly alluring.

They chatted for a while about the course, and art in general. He asked her more about her influences, her tastes and preferred media, about how much she liked to experiment. To Darla, every question seemed to possess that double meaning. To her ears he was asking about her sexual tastes and her sex life. And the little smirk that seemed to live on his lips only added weight to her feeling of double meanings. She spent much of her time trying to avoid the pitfalls of each double entendre. Trying to walk the professional line in her responses but she was growing increasingly certain that he was not only flirting with her but investigating real world possibilities of getting into her knickers.
Things rapidly got out of control. With his fixed smile broadening, he pulled out an expensive looking golden ballpoint pen, clicked the top and then pulled a stack of square napkins across the table and scribbled across the top one. He swivelled it around to face her once he’d finished. Her first impression was due to the beautiful cursive handwriting, very eloquent swirling calligraphy while still easy to read. And Darla felt intimidated with his apparent sophistication. However, when she read his message, she realised with fresh certainty how this was going to go.
He was dictating the terms of acceptance onto his course and Darla found herself falling into yet another situation between herself and an older man in which she had no power.
Aloud he mentioned that he had another student about her age who was interested in the final available place, and that the unnamed girl and Darla were essentially in competition for it. On the first napkin he wrote:

- And she’s already offered to suck dick -

He let Darla read the note, and once her eyes had bulged and she had gone bright red, he slid the napkin off the table and safely into a pocket. He held her eyes for a moment, his confident smirk now irking her. However, she was both desperate and determined. She didn’t want to spend her life working in some local supermarket. She wanted to use her artistic talent in a fulfilling career, and this was the path that was open to her. Surely, this was just a hurdle to overcome.
Responding with her own unspoken language, she pressed herself more firmly against him, twisting her body a little more so her cleavage was facing his eyeline directly. Then holding his gaze, which had expectedly dropped, she took the pen from his grip, and the next napkin from the pile and wrote her reply.

- What does she have that I don’t? -
- She’s a little prettier than you. And to be blunt, from what I’ve seen a marginally better artist. But I still could be convinced to offer you the place, if you have enough talent to convince me. -
- Does she have my figure? -
- No. Not many do I’m sure, but I’d have to take a closer look -

Darla silently considered. Fuck knows what he had done with this other girl already. He had asserted that she had offered to suck him off so he wouldn’t have received that much already, or anything beyond that. But that didn’t mean he hadn’t already received a hand-job and got to feel her up, or eat her out or something. The suggestion being that the ball was in her court.
They continued with the back and forth a little longer, writing each other messages on the napkins. Each one disappearing into his jacket pocket.
Darla was pushed and pushed. This Thomas Hardwicke had been thoroughly enjoying the increasingly overt sexual flirtation but Darla knew it would only get her so far. She would have to buy his continuing interest if she was going to stand a chance against the ‘blow-job queen’ whoever she was. She wrote:

- Maybe if you let me see what I have to work with? -

He looked back at her with raised eyebrows. Using his own smirk against him, she stared back at him, lifting her eyebrows in an almost comically suggestive way. He grinned and retrieved his pen from her hand then reached for another napkin.

- Here and now, go for your life. -
- What if someone sees? -
- No one will notice. But if they do, so what? You aren’t yet my student. -

Darla’s heart sank but she had known on some level that it would come to this. Again, she forced a smile and then leaned in closer still, her breasts now pressing against his upper arm. One hand went under the table and found his thigh. He uncrossed his legs to give her easier access. She didn’t really know what this situation would entail, giving his dick a rub obviously, but what else?
Almost at once he was all over her.

The hand along the back of the bench seat came up and cupped the back of her head. He pulled her in close and kissed her, voraciously locking lips and immediately giving her his tongue. Darla kissed him back, putting her all into it, accepting the rules of the game and how he wanted them played. She didn’t waste any time, she found the bulge in his pants, wrapped her fingers around it immediately gave it a hearty rub. Within seconds she felt his free hand slide across her boobs. He cupped, squeezed, ran his fingers up and down her deep, bare cleavage. Another few seconds and his hand had slid under her neckline, and then beneath the lacy cup of her bra to eagerly grope a healthy handful of her left boob.
The caress lasted a minute before he interrupted his own fun. Releasing her tit and its stroked-to-erect nipple, he reached quickly under the table to unzip his fly. Grabbing her wrist, he pushed her pliable hand inside the opened crotch. She helped him out, wriggling her fingers beyond the layers of fabric and the open front of his boxer shorts until she found the clammy, hot lump of his erect penis and his weighty, hairy testicles nested beneath.

She didn’t do too much, not wanting to draw attention to them, even with the concealing blanket of the crowd. Still, she wrapped her hand around his erection and gave it a good firm squeezing and a little gentle tug. She also scooped his scrotum into her hand and gently played his balls between palm and fingers, massaging with gentle squeezes.
Still voraciously tongue kissing, his hand had gone back inside her bra again below the lowcut neckline of her T-shirt. And he was stroking and squeezing the full orb of her left breast, sometimes hefting its weight, sometimes caressing and pinching her taut, erect nipple. It was still sore and he wasn’t being particularly gentle, but not wanting to offer any sense of rejection she pushed the discomfort down deep, got on with it.
It was only ever meant to be a little taster, an implication of things to come, a tease of what was on offer so the whole sexual interaction barely lasted a couple of minutes. They broke the hungry kiss, a little breathlessly. And then, rather more reluctantly, disentangled themselves. Darla zipped up his pants and subtly rearranged her boobs in their bra, before they returned to chatting and drinking their lattes. Pretending nothing had occurred between them.
However, there remained a residual heat and allure or, at least, Darla felt it strongly directed at her. And, however much she wanted to try to send a few negative signals to fend off his obvious attention, as she would to high school and college age lads who tried to chat her up at work, she stopped herself. Instead, pushing herself to accept the idea as mutual interest, that she was horny for this older man too.
Smiling, his eyes still aflame, Hardwicke took out his phone and brought up his calendar.

  “Okay, Darla, I can safely say I’m offering you a full interview. In my office, tomorrow…”

He dabbed and flicked his smartphone’s screen, gave a nod and then started typing.

  “I can put you down for, say, ten thirty. We’ll have a quick though thorough oral examination to begin with…”

He snatched up his gold ballpoint and yet another napkin and wrote down ‘oral’ going over the cursive scripts three times to make it appear bold. Underlining it too.

 “And then a couple of extra tests of your talents at using different media.”

The Oral was joined by the words Cunt and Ass, also in ballpoint-bold and underlined.
Darla felt her blood run cold. Anal again?!
She snapped at herself immediately, reminding herself that this was her future career, reminding herself of the general unpleasantness of working in the supermarket and the prospect of that becoming her working life from now onwards. Reminding herself that she wanted to be able to use her art in her career.

  “It should take a couple of hours. Maybe two and a half… Would that time and those particular examinations be acceptable to you, Darla? You’re free to say no, of course, but those particular exams will be a requirement to getting offered the place…”

She nodded. She was sure he could tell from her dour face and the blush heating her cheeks and throat that she was far from happy about it. And he absolutely didn’t care.

  “If it’s going to get me the place. It’s acceptable, I guess.” She said, trying not to moan.

  “Good girl.” He sang. “that’s the right attitude. Though think about bringing a tad more enthusiasm, at least during the tests, know what I mean?”

Under the table he gave her upper thigh, the bare part, a hearty squeeze, smiling in a decidedly predatory manner she really didn’t like the look of. The hand slipped beneath her skirt but he just gave the gusset of her thong a little swipe with a finger before backing away.

  “Then I’ll see you tomorrow, at ten thirty.”

  “Ten thirty. In your office.” She confirmed.

  “Write down your number and I’ll text you the directions, the room number and all that. I’m looking forward to our meeting, already. So, don’t be late Darla. Oh, and dress to impress, yeah?”

She took the pen and the napkin and wrote her mobile number across the top. Which he pocketed like all the others. And then, grinning like a Cheshire cat, he made to move out of the booth. Darla got up to allow him to leave, which he did. Though not before he grabbed her upper arm to hold her tight while he deliberately squeezed past her, rubbing his chest against her breasts, his crotch against hers and then his following arm across the front of her jutting chest too, making her boobs shake inside their confinement. All the while that Cheshire cat grin glowed as did his eyes. And then he was gone and Darla was left to sulk.
She had twenty minutes before the bus back to town. Throughout the wait she kept a close eye on her phone. She was fully expecting a flurry of college tutor dick-pics to fill her inbox. But surprisingly they never came. Eventually it occurred to her that she could use such images as proof of his coercive behaviour and throughout that first meeting, he had been very careful not to leave any physical evidence whatsoever.
As she stepped off the bus her phone pinged with an unfamiliar number. A text message. It was him, Thomas Hardwicke. No dick-pic, though. Instead, there were instructions and directions of how to find her way from the bus station to his office in the Art and Design campus. It was a very professionally assembled message, just the instructions with nothing additional at all. Certainly nothing to implicate his inappropriate behaviour.
She slipped into the house, hurriedly changed into her uniform and slipped out again before Freddie even knew she had reappeared.

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She spent her time at work, mostly a long and dull shift, depressed and disappointed at the turn the meeting with the tutor had taken. It was just one more occasion when an older male was taking sexual advantage of her. And she was essentially powerless. She needed something they had and they wanted something from her to get it. Why couldn’t they just give it to her for nothing? Was that too much to ask? Well, what Hardwicke had was the key to her future and she wasn’t about to mess that up. So, if she had to take his cock in all three holes tomorrow, then by Jesus she would do just that. Besides, hopefully it would be a one off. Maybe this particular tutor might not end up being hers. There had to be multiple tutors to cover the course, surely.
She tried to focus on the mildly hopeful prospect of the animation course. But that initial hurdle consumed her attention, and she couldn’t manage to picture the positives that would come after it.

In fact, there were two hurdles.

She also had to ask her Aunt Mary is she could start at a couple of hours later tomorrow, as she had an unexpected college entrance interview. So she went to find her as soon as she had put her coat and bag away.
Her aunt was annoyed as usual, but she agreed, though as usual she went on to give Darla all the shittiest jobs for the rest of the shift.
Fortunately, Aunt Mary was done for five. And Darla was free from further hassle for the latter half of her shift.
After nine, other than the usual annoying drunks and layabout teens messing around, neither of whom bought anything, there was little in the way of customers. So, it was all simple tasks of restocking shelves, stock take and then unpacking the palette that had been brought in that afternoon etc.
Finally, came the dreaded end of shift. And the consequence of which - being Darla returning home. She helped till-up and balance, and then lock up and mop the floor, which gave her an extra few minutes’ delay. However, everyone else wanted to be out as early as possible so she found herself out of the door and making her way home before eleven fifteen.

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Freddie was half drunk, sitting there waiting for her at the kitchen table. When he saw her, he actually asked her about her meeting with the college tutor. It gave her the chance to mention her interview the next morning. And that she would have to be out of the house by nine thirty in order to get to the college on time. He hardly batted an eye-lid, just offering a slight nod of acknowledgment.
Of course, Darla knew full well that she had yet another night of sucking, fucking and buggery before she could get any sleep. And no doubt, she would also have a morning of sucking, fucking and getting buggered by another old fella before work tomorrow.
However, there was no point in further delaying the inevitable. So, when Freddie got up from the table announcing “time for bed” she just locked the front door, dumped her bag and shoes by the coat hooks, and then followed her vile grandad as he headed up the stairs.
This time, he actually took her hand and led her, just like Raddi sometimes did, holding hands like lovers. But with him it felt like she was being dragged to the gallows.
The one good sign was that he seemed to have abandoned the chain and padlock. He just stripped naked and climbed onto the bed then sat there watching Darla as she obediently stripped off her uniform and underwear.

  “Grandad, is it okay if I wash off my make up first?”

  “Be quick.” He grunted. “I’m getting hungry for you.”

While she was washing her hands and face, staring at her thoroughly miserable-looking reflection in the mirror, he shouted to her from across the landing.

  “Young Darla! Butter up your pucker again. I’ve a need for a squeeze!” He called, through the door.

After shouting out, he sounded as though he had tumbled into a fit of drunken laughter. Darla was half surprised he didn’t bother coming in after her. He had sabotaged the lock after all.

  “A day and a half”. She muttered, staring at her dour reflection. “That’s all I have left”.

Like parole after a prison sentence, it would all stop when her nan came home. She just had to get through tonight and tomorrow, and then she would be home free. Just a day and a half. The first hurdle.
She returned to Freddie’s bedroom. Having taken him at his word, she had used some body lotion to lubricate her anus. Squirted some of it up her arse and used more, gathered on her fingertips, to lube up the tight, puckered entrance which was still tender.

  “So how do you want me?” She asked, fighting down the desire to sigh.

He was lying back on the bed, propped up on pillows. One hand was slowly jerking his hard on, the other fondling his big heavy balls.

  “Up here, young Darla. Suck me off a bit first. Then we swap places so I can fuck you in your arse, doggie style. That’s the position you’re meant to be in when little whores like you get diddled in your arse.”

She climbed up onto the bed. However, before she dipped her face to his crotch, he grabbed her upper arms and pulled her up his body, sliding her taut flesh along him. Grinning, he stuck out his tongue while his hands closed on her, grabbing one tit and one arse cheek. She slid her lips over his tongue pushing forward until their mouths locked in a French kiss. His manhandling of her big breasts and pert buttocks was rough and fervent as usual. Assuming what he would want from her, she propped herself up on one hand, and used the other to encircle his hard on, jerking his foreskin back and forth, with a tight fist and a slow pace.
He released his grip of her taut young tits and arse, instead, reaching up with both hands and taking a hold of her head. One hand went around the nape of her neck, grasping a fistful of her long red hair, while the other reached under and grabbed her by the throat. It wasn’t really a harsh choking grip, though it was more than simple encircling.
When he was ready, he used his two-handed grip to push her head down to his crotch. Darla obediently parted her drool-slick lips and took his cock into her mouth, just as she was supposed to.

Sitting upright, Freddie groaned as the feel of her hot mouth and expert tongue in action. Letting go of her throat, he scooped up one of her tits again while the other hand remained on the back of her head, pushing her pretty face down his length until the fat crown popped into her gripping throat.
She worked the whole of his shaft with the whole of her mouth, repeatedly punching him into her snug throat and forcing it onward until she was buried in his pubic hair. However, though he was obviously and vocally loving her oral assertions, he didn’t keep her going at it for very long.
He was suddenly using his grip of her hair to pull her face off his erect shaft and then he completely slid out from under her. Maintaining his hold of her head, he dragged her on her hands and knees up past him to the top end of the bed, simultaneously shuffling around to her rear. He urgently grunted at her to take up the position he’d dictated earlier while he positioned himself behind her, grabbing her slender hips possessively, and hurriedly lodging his drool-slick erection in between her sweet, perky buttocks.

Darla whimpered, uncontrolled shivers darting across her lithe body; afraid and anxious, unable to impede the inevitable. Her arse was still tender from last night’s rough screwing and she was going to be getting it again tonight, and then again tomorrow from the college tutor. And then almost certainly again tomorrow night from her grandad. How would she be able to cope?
Freddie pressed his cock head against the girl’s sweet arse pucker and started to push, hard. She whimpered, lowering her head to the pillow, closing her eyes and trying to concentrate on relaxing her naturally clenching anal entrance. After last night’s agonising multiple experiences, she felt determined and better prepared to ease the experience for herself. Still, it remained painful and rough as he grunted away, shoving and jerking, pressuring the girl’s anal sphincter.
Darla took deep Lamaze type breaths, willing her anal ring to relax and allow her grandad’s big hard dick into her anus; all while fighting back the sickening horror of how those unspoken words sounded in her disturbed head.

The burn of his efforts to pierce her was intense, hot and sharp and seemed to be continually escalating. But then, all of a sudden, her efforts bore fruit, her arse relaxing enough for the puckered ring to spread around the asserting invader. His fat crown slid forward abruptly, beyond her anal sphincter, lodging that first couple of inches inside her colon. Freddie gave a deep groan of intense satisfaction while Darla, weeping quietly into the pillow, blew long haggard breaths between her pursed lips and tried to keep the desire to scream and beg locked up in her throat.
Freddie slid his hands possessively across her tense, splayed buttocks. He caressed her taut sexy arse for a few seconds before driving forward again, hammering another couple of inches up her butt. That time Darla couldn’t hold back a little sobbing squeal of hot pain. He gave a little sadistic bark of a laugh, and immediately gave her another hard thrust. That time caused him to bottom out, filling her sore rectum with dick meat, slapping his rotund belly against her buttocks.

  “Oh, fuck yeah! You got the best arse, young Darla!” He groaned. “You’re squeezing my dick so fucking tight!”

After that it was all go, a nonstop brutalising sodomy that Darla was given no choice but to suffer through. Bent over on her knees with her head down and her arse up, while her step-grandfather pummelled his sizeable erection in and out of her searing hot and painfully spasming rectum.

  “Come on you little cunt! Squeeze my dick with your arse!”

Darla fought against her own continuing despair, her pain and tears. And too scared not to, she started to clench her rectal muscles around the fast-pummelling limb of Freddie’s hard muscle. Instantly she was struck by an even more intense amount of hot, dry agony and this time she couldn’t hold back the shrieks that burst from her drawn back, drool-flecked lips. But still, she fought to clench her anus tight around her grandfather’s pummelling erection, even though the throbbing hot pain was practically unbearable.

A few heavenly seconds of the sweet, hot friction was enough for Freddie. He leaned over her, slamming his hips against her pert buttocks again and again, going harder and faster, tearing into her sweet arse with all the strength he could manage.
 
  “You’re gonna make me cum, you bitch!” He yelled. “You’re making me cum! AHHH! FUCK!”

His spunk spewed into her guts, hot and so highly pressured that each viscous rope struck her rectal walls like a dull stinging slap. Darla responded with long breathy groans as she was finally able to relax her cramp-induced arse-clenching efforts.
His orgasm quenched, Freddie slowly wheeled his hips a couple of times, stirring her churning, cum-filled guts with his slowly softening length; though the tight, muscular grasp of her sphincter ring was trapping much of the blood inside the shaft. Her grip kept him at least half-mast and continuing to stretch and fill her.
Darla returned to the Lamaze-style controlled breathing as her bottom continued to clench and cramp, overstretched and pummelled, still trying in vain to evict Freddie’s thick phallic invader. Eventually he worked his shaft out of her arse. And just like last night, the girl threw herself flat onto her belly on the mattress, sobbing into the pillow as all that protracted burning and the sudden release from her rough painal experience ceased.
Freddie disappeared into the bathroom, hopefully to clean his cock and wipe himself down after that prolonged, sweaty sodomy.