A Very Wicked Celebration

I turned 18 last week, but since not all our family friends could make it then, we decided to celebrate a week later. I'm Ally, a freshman studying Biomedical Engineering and I was really looking forward to spending time with family and friends.

College was the beginning of a new life and there were plenty of things I wanted to do besides studying. At the top of my list was taking my passion for road cycling more seriously and trying to make it to the state team. My college has special trainers for strength training, which was perfect for a small, athletic 5 foot 6 girl like me who wanted to build more muscle.

I'm what I'd describe as lean and slim. My breasts are large for my frame, while my waist is narrow and my upper body is toned but not as muscular as I'd like. My lower body is my strong point, my thighs and calves are small but taut and shapely, while my butt is noticeably rounded, pert and well proportioned to my small, athletic frame.

I don't look like a model by any means. I have blonde hair, blue eyes and a few faint freckles on my nose and cheeks. My features are more pretty than striking and I've been told I am more of a girl next door.

Another thing on my to do list was to be more outgoing, go out more and make new friends. The way I was raised, with my parents expectations and cultural traditions, had shaped how I viewed relationships. For me, physical intimacy went with emotional intimacy and only with the man I'd marry. But I had womanly urges too and I at least wanted to know what it felt like to kiss a man properly, unlike those awkward kisses in high school.

On the day of the party, despite my inhibitions and at the insistence of my older sister Mandy, I wore a halter, plunge neckline skater dress.

Initially, I wasn't comfortable with the deep V neckline and the amount of skin the sleeveless halter cut exposed. It made my breasts fill out the top to its absolute limit, making them look full against my delicate upper frame and I ended up showing a lot of cleavage. The tight waistband emphasised my trim waist and lithe figure. And the skirt just reached below my pert and shapely butt.

Yet, I was aware of how much leg the short skirt revealed. I felt unexpectedly feminine and more exposed than I was used to which made me self conscious, but there was something strangely exciting about seeing myself this way.

Among the guests was my best friend, Emma Carter, a pretty brunette, an extrovert with a great figure. Her parents, Richard and Laura, were close family friends of ours.

The Johnsons were there too. David was one of dad's closest friends. I found him very handsome. He was tall, lean, had a strong physique with broad shoulders and a great smile that made him charming. His wife, Sarah was an attractive blonde.

Another family friend, Mark and Julia Bennett, were there as well. Their son, Michael, was about my age, tall and athletic and an easygoing personality. He seemed to have a soft spot for me and paid me a little more attention, though I'd never thought much about it.

I couldn't wait to show my new dress to Emma. Emma and I hit it off during a trip to Hawaii when we were seven and had been inseparable ever since, spending countless sleepovers at each other's houses.

The only member of Emma's family I didn't like was her Grandpa Carter. I'd been scared of him as a kid and still was. His bushy, unkempt beard, short white hair, gaunt face and sunken eyes beneath a scowl which made him look intimidating and villainous. There was no warmth one would expect from a friend's grandfather and the way his eyes lingered on my white dress made me a bit uncomfortable.

But he was still a guest tonight, even though he was uninvited and I wanted to have a good time.

The moment Emma saw me, her face lit up. "Ally! Finally! Come here, I need to see this dress properly." She pulled me into a hug and then stepped back to look me over. "Okay, Mandy was absolutely right. You look gorgeous."

I laughed, suddenly a little embarrassed. "It's not too much?"

"Bullshit, you look amazing."

Michael had been standing nearby and he gave me an appreciative smile. "Happy belated birthday, Ally. You look really nice."

"Thanks, Michael," I said, smiling back.

David came over a moment later. "Eighteen already. Hope you're having a great time."

"Thank you, David."

It was nothing more than a warm, ordinary birthday greeting, but for some reason, I was still unusually conscious of him standing there.

Grandpa Carter had brought me a gift too. He slid a small, neatly wrapped package across the table.

"An investment, Ally," he said, his voice rough and gravelly. "A real education. Not this bicycle hobby. Eighteen, eh? Time to think about your responsibilities as a woman."

I managed a "Thank you, Grandpa Carter," though his misogyny and something about the way he said it had put me on edge.

Drinks flowed, finger food was passed around and the party was loud and filled with laughter. Dad asked me to get some more prosciutto wrapped mozzarella bites from the kitchen.

I was removing the plastic wrap from the tray when I suddenly felt a hand slide beneath the back of my dress and softly cup my vagina.

I froze.

For a few seconds, I couldn't move or even think clearly. In those few seconds, while the hand slowly moved back and forth, a lot happened. I felt heat in my womanhood and many thoughts crossed my mind at the speed of light. Was it David? It couldn't be Michael. He was far too courteous.

As I made sense of it, I whipped around and then shrank back. To my utter shock and horror it was Grandpa Carter, with a wry smile smelling his fingers.

"Gran... pa," was all I managed to say. My body seemed to freeze as I held my hands tightly against my chest, my elbows rising instinctively into a defensive posture.

Just then we heard Mom approaching the kitchen and Grandpa Carter calmly stepped back.

"Can we get you anything, Frank?" Mom asked.

"Some ice."

"Get him some ice and get some for the rest, sweetie," Mom said, taking more finger food from the refrigerator.

When I returned to the living room, my mind was a mess. Shock, disgust, anger, hatred and questions I couldn't make sense of.

Why did Grandpa do this to me, someone who was his granddaughter's age?

Why had I frozen instead of immediately turning around and slapping him?

Why had my first thought been David, someone I respected and considered fatherly? Did I want David to feel me?

Why did I feel the heat in my womanhood when I was touched so inappropriately?

And why didn't the heat subside now, even after knowing it was Grandpa Carter, a man I hated?

This really frightened me as my wetness grew, even after I knew Grandpa Carter had violated me. I felt ashamed because I was in shock and my body still responded to his touch.

I looked up and saw Grandpa Carter chatting with the other men, drinking casually as if nothing had happened.

I felt anxious and overwhelmed and wanted to get some fresh air. I quietly slipped out to the backyard garden. It was a moonlit night and light spilled from the house into the backyard. When I heard the backyard door close, I froze again.

I saw Grandpa Carter approaching. I put on a brave face, but was sweating profusely.

He pushed me against the wall and grabbed my small face in his large hand. He looked at me for a moment. I realized how small I was compared to him.

And then suddenly, he opened his mouth and sucked my lips. My face twisted in a grimace as his bushy beard brushed against my soft lips. Oh, how I hated men with beards.

"Noooo... No Gran... pa" I said, trying to push him away.

He kissed my lower lip, slowly sucking on it. I turned my face to the side, looking toward the backyard door and hoping someone would approach. While he licked my cheeks and the corner of my lips making me squirm. His arms now held me tightly, while my hands on his chest, trying to push him away.

He slowly and deliberately licked my lips, trying to force them open to insert his tongue. I resisted his mouth's assault on my lips, hating every moment of it. But he kept kissing, sucking my lips and licking my mouth.

Before I knew it, my mouth involuntarily opened just a bit and he slid his thick tongue in to meet my tongue. My mouth opened more as I cried in revulsion. By now, he had tilted my face and locked his lips to mine. I felt his beard poking and tickling my lips and nose.

Tears ran down my face as one of his hands grabbed my butt and I felt his rock hard member on my stomach.

And then, despite the disgust of being forced, my fear and hatred for Grandpa Carter, my mouth loosened and my lips and tongue automatically responded. His kiss did feel good and my womanhood was getting very wet. My eyes closed and my hands, which had been pushing against his chest, were now resting on it.

We kissed for a few seconds until I was jolted back to reality and I broke free. We both froze for a second looking at each other, breathing hard due to arousal.

Then with one hand he held my wrists in his strong grip and pulled my arms above my head. Without breaking our gaze he sniffed my armpits, which had been washed clean of any hint of antiperspirant by my profuse sweating.

He inhaled sharply, taking in my scent and then I felt his bearded mouth kissing softly, licking long strokes of my sweaty armpits. While his hand slipped inside my dress to grab my breasts.

"Naaahh.. No pleassseee Grandpa naaahhhhh"

But he kept licking, holding me tightly.

"What a disgusting animal" I thought, fidgeting, feeling aroused, ticklish and agitated at the same time.

Suddenly with all my willpower I broke free and ran inside the house to the washroom.

I was so shocked and confused. I couldn't help notice the wetness between my legs. My womanhood was gushing juices, much more than when I played with myself.

I told myself this isn't me.

How could my body become aroused when I was being sexually assaulted?

What happened to love and emotions guide physical intimacy?

I had no answers. I decided to stop punishing myself. He was the offender. I was the victim. I was only human, a woman and my body had reacted on its own and it was something I had never wanted or consented.

As I touched up my makeup, I decided not to blame myself and returned to the party, trying to look happier. I took a fresh glass of wine and tried to participate in the conversation with Emma and Michael.

"Are you okay, Ally?" Emma asked, seeing me fidgeting.

Knowing how perceptive Emma could be and knowing that I could do makeup but couldn't do anything about my flushed face or aroused body, I quickly came up with an excuse rather than denying.

"I had a shot of tequila. I forgot that it doesn't agree with me."

Throughout the conversation, I became aware of the itchy tingling and wetness between my legs. I excused myself and went to the washroom to wipe myself dry.

Just as I was closing the door, a hand stopped it. Grandpa Carter forced himself in and locked the door behind him.

He took me into his arms and kissed me deeply. I was nervous about making any noise and worried that someone might hear us, so I stayed still and I don't know why I let him do what he wanted. He sucked my lips, biting and sucking my lower lip, holding my chin as he pushed his tongue into my mouth.

My pussy was leaking juices and my nipples hardened against his chest. It was getting all too much, the arousal, his forceful yet expert kissing, his rough squeezing of my ass underneath my dress, his fingers feeling my panty covered butthole lightly.

To my utter disgust, I involuntarily responded to his kiss again, my eyes closing as I was overcome by sensations I had never experienced before. Our tongues met slowly, tantalizingly. Our lips parted as we felt each other.

I broke the kiss reluctantly when I thought I heard someone outside.

I looked toward the washroom door and motioned to him.

"Frank?"

Unbothered, he motioned for me to stick out my tongue.

I did.

He kept me waiting.

"You'll call me Grandpa till I tell you otherwise."

And he took my waiting tongue between his lips, sucking it back and forth.

I was trembling in his arms, experiencing a kiss I was so desperate for, though not from him. But he was making me lose control and showed me a side of myself I had not known.

While we kissed, he took my hand and placed it on his cock in his trousers. My eyes opened wide. I couldn't believe I was shamelessly holding Grandpa Carter's cock. It was massive. The girth was too much for my small hand to encircle.

It melted any resolve I had and after holding it for a few seconds, my hand automatically started stroking it.

Our kiss got deeper and I found his hand sliding in my panties. As his fingers brushed my clit and slid between my pussy lips, I yelped, hugging him tighter. Electricity ran through my body as his hand kneaded my mound, his fingers gliding slowly as they opened my pussy lips. He kissed me with wild lust as his finger gently entered my wet pussy. Slowly, with a gentle but deliberate push he slid his finger in and out of me. His lips moved from my lips and I felt his soft, lingering kisses along my neck. I bit his shoulder to stop myself from whimpering.

"Aaahhh, Gran... pa!"

I saw a rare smile on the corner of this pervert's lips. His deviance and warped mind still scared me, but now it aroused me as well. I tried to suppress my moans as I came hard on his pistoning finger.

We carefully stepped out of the washroom and joined the others in the living room.

For the first time, I really looked at this 64 year old grandfather. He was manly and though not conventionally good looking, he could easily have been a Bond movie villain.

Earlier, I couldn't stand his presence. Now I couldn't wait for him to find me alone. Grandpa Carter seemed confident and completely unbothered about being caught, but I was. Yet the thrill of making out in my parents home, with guests over and especially Emma, his real granddaughter, made my pussy start juicing again.

What made things worse was that I was still scared of Grandpa Carter and hated him and his misogynistic views.

But I was so horny that I convinced myself that women had found worse ways to satisfy themselves, even with a cucumber.

The food was laid out and everyone got busy. Grandpa Carter finished his dinner in no time and excused himself to get some rest.

"Ally, can you show Frank to the guest bedroom?" my mother said.

No sooner had we reached the bedroom, than Grandpa took my dress off and looked at me lustfully, his eyes scanning my full rounded breasts spilling out of my bra, my sheer panty covered pussy and my small curvy ass. I was nervous and shy and couldn't believe I was exposing myself like this for the first time in my life.

He made me side straddle his lap and slipped my bra away, a lewd smile on his face as he looked at my ample bosom. Without warning, he buried his face against my boobs, licking and teasing all around my areolas and nipples. The long strokes of his flat tongue and the tip of his tongue encircling my areola were building anticipation and driving me crazy.

My breasts are very sensitive and I could cum just by playing with them.

His other hand slowly fondled my other breast, on purpose avoiding my nipples, where I most wanted him to touch.

I was aching for him to suck and pinch my nipples. But this bastard kept teasing my boobs without any attention to my hard nipples. I was quietly moaning, pulling his head, trying to bring him closer.

I felt exposed, nervous and strangely impatient all at once, confused by my horniness. I hated that I wanted his attention on my nipples and even more that he was keeping me waiting.

Then he tugged at my panties. And before I could think, I shifted my hips, helping him completely undress me.

Finally I felt his lips on my areola, gently sucking my nipples.

"Oooohhhh Grandpa!" A shaky sound escaped my mouth.

He launched an assault on my yearning nipples, sucking, licking and then flicking the tip of his tongue on them, relentlessly. I exhaled sharply as I approached an orgasm. Then he suddenly stopped, sat me on the bed and knelt between my legs.

"Ever been licked here, Ally?" he said, looking at me.

I could only look at him, shamelessly naked, with my mouth half open in anticipation. I couldn't believe the woman I thought myself to be and the desire I was feeling now.

His tongue slowly licked my pussy and my clit. Then he went to town licking the crack of my pussy and slithering his tongue in. I felt his beard on my womanhood and squealed with pleasure. He kept tongue fucking me and sucking my pussy as I whimpered. I experienced the most intense orgasm I had ever had, my thighs tightening around his head and my pussy spasming as my juices covered his mouth and his beard.

My body felt completely relaxed as I slumped on the bed.

That's when I heard the sound of a zipper opening, I got up on my elbows and saw Grandpa Carter naked. He was in surprisingly good shape for a man his age, lean with some muscular definition but what caught my eye was his massive cock. I was almost hypnotised.

Without giving me any time he started rubbing the tip of his cock on my pussy. Not fully recovered from my post orgasmic state, I was panting hard as it drove me crazy and then slowly, he entered me. I yelped as his cockhead was inside me. I felt so full and feared how I would take all of him in.

Grandpa knew what he wanted and no fear or nervousness on my face was going to stop him. He started thrusting slowly pushing more of his hard cock in me. I was already having mini orgasms as he pumped his thick member in me, now thrusting a bit harder.

I felt a stinging pain as he thrust further in my virgin cunt. He didn't stop or give me any time to adjust but thrust deeper harder and faster though still not going full throttle.

As the pain subsided, pleasure overtook my wet pussy again.

Emma's Grandpa taking my virginity and me willingly, against my principles, opening my legs to him, in my parents house, was giving me a perverted pleasure.

He was fucking me hard now, burying his cock deep in me.

I knew the door wasn't locked and anyone could come in and see what a wanton, unrestrained slut I was being. But somehow I didn't care. Rather it thrilled me and made me more wet. I couldn't bear the intense pleasure Grandpa's thick cock was giving me and I let out approving gasps.

He had been fucking me ruthlessly for so long and the way his tongue licked and bit my neck and ears pushed me closer to an orgasm.

I erupted in a violent orgasm, my body shaking and I moaned too loudly for comfort. The inner walls of my pussy contracting on Grandpa Carter's cock sent him over the edge too and he came uncontrollably in me, his cock throbbing as he pumped streams of cum in my unprotected 18 year old pussy.

We lay there for a while but not very long, as the risk we had taken began to sink in. I quickly got dressed and went downstairs to join everyone waiting for me to cut the cake.

It was late by the time everyone left. As I watched my sweet parents say goodnight, I couldn't help feeling that I had completely let them down.

To divert my mind I took my presents to bed and unwrapped them without much enthusiasm. I couldn't help feeling ashamed. But did I enjoy every moment of it?

Just then as I opened Grandpa Carter's present, I smiled.

And the answer to my question was a big yes.

The perverted old bastard had gifted me a Bluetooth app controlled g spot vibrator.