Taking My Granddaughter's Virginity (Sam Wild Erotic Mystery, 1)
Autumn Young
Copyright 2012 — Autumn Young
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Taking My Granddaughter's Virginity (Sam Wild Erotic Mystery, 1)
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"Taking My Granddaughter's Virginity" Product Description:
Pussy, teen tits and virgins. These are the things a man lives for!
Fire. Guns. Assassins. These are the things a 60-year-old Sam Wild does not think about in his retirement. Instead, he lives to watch internet porn, fuck virgins and get drunk.
But after Sam takes his granddaughter's virginity, he is attacked by firebombs and snipers. Who knew her pussy was so valuable? On his search for the culprit, Sam's war days are relived when he plays a deadly game of sniper with a killer.
His granddaughter's virginity was worth the headache he now faces as he battles killers, and Sam hopes to live long enough to enjoy her tight body and huge tits again.
Taking My Granddaughter's Virginity (Sam Wild Erotic Mystery, 1)
Chapter 1
"Thank you, Grandpa!" Sarah squeezed him so hard, Sam could feel her firm, 18-year-old breasts against his chest.
"No problem, kiddo." Sam Wild held on just a bit longer than he should have. But at sixty years old, he was bereft of the pleasure of holding a young girl for any length of time. Yes, he had an uncanny to talk teen virgins out of their underwear, a gift which was getting stronger as he got older, but they got so clingy so fast, he had to let them go because all they wanted was to marry. And hell, he deserved the sin of young flesh. Sam's life consisted of two wars with the Marine's, one divorce, one kid and a heart attack. Was it any wonder that, in his old age, he loved to feel Sarah's teen tits?
It didn't matter that he had to give her a hundred dollars a week—a nice tidy allowance he had to admit—to satisfy his urge, he was fucking well going to do that.
Being a grandpa gave him certain traits that younger people wouldn't understand: chiefly, that he was too old to give a shit, anymore.
Lock him in jail? Sure. Go for it. He could use the food and free health care. The convicts wouldn't bother him. He was too old to fuck, and he was useless for any gangs.
Besides, he didn't have to worry about that. There was nothing illegal about fondling your step-granddaughter.
She released him from her embrace and ran to her purse to put the hundred dollars away. Sam's eyes lingered on her long, tanned legs before straying to her tight ass.
He wiped his mouth. Damn. The things he would like to do to her. When he was a teenager, girls didn't dress in shorts that barely contained their ass, and girls sure as hell didn't wear the tiny tops with minuscule straps that girls were wearing today.
Sam wished his birth would have taken place forty years later.
Oh, the trouble he could have gotten into.
His cock throbbed, then hardened. Thank God he still had his working dick. He knew other men his age had problems. Not him. At most, when he was banging it out to Internet porn—the only technological thing he understood—his pecker wouldn't stiffen. But that was rare.
At seeing Sarah's red panties beneath her shorts, his dick responded just fine, thank you.
"Have you been a good girl, Sarah?"
"Oh, the bestest." She zipped open her wallet as she pulled it out of her purse. Her black hair spilled forward.
"Your grades are good?"
"Mm hmm."
"No talking back to your dad, well, scratch that. He's an asshole, so it's okay."
She stuffed the money in her wallet and giggled. "Never. You know me better than that."
"Here, baby. Here's another hundred. Just promise me you'll be good."
She spun. "Seriously? Oh, Grandpa, you're the bestest!" She only had a few steps to take and her breasts jiggled so perfectly as she rushed him. Sarah crashed into him so hard, his cock jammed against her pelvis.
Shit. Had she felt that?
Jail was one thing. But he didn't know what he would do if he lost the ability to touch her.
She pulled back and looked at his crotch. "Grandpa, you have a boner."
Son of a bitch!
"Um, yes. I know." His mind raced for excuses. None came. "I'm old, sweetie. A lot of things don't function properly at my age. Everything just has a mind of its own."
She was still staring at it. She bit her lip. "You mean like when old people fart?"
He laughed. "Kinda like that."
"Really?"
"Yes. Don't tell your dad, okay? He doesn't understand me like you do and it's embarrassing for me." That was a lie, of course. Sam didn't give a shit about his son, but if the kid knew Sam was getting boners around Sarah, he would make it more difficult for Sam to see her.
She ran her finger across her lips. "Mouth sewed shut." She hugged him again.
Even though she was aware of his hardened dick, she almost seemed to invite him to take her, as she unabashedly pressed her pussy against it, as she hugged him again.
Sam almost came in his pants.
She released him a little earlier than he wished. Should he give her another hundred?
Sarah looked down at his cock. "Be careful with that Grandpa, you could really hurt some old lady."
"I'm not into old women."
She walked back to her purse. "No? What kind of women do you like?"
He cleared his throat. "Don't take this the wrong way, but if there were some girl out there that looked like you, I'd be grateful if you would introduce us."
She chuckled as she put her money away. "Grandpa, I think I'm the only girl I know that likes older guys. Everybody else just thinks they're gross." She turned, kissed him on the cheek, then bounded toward the door. "Thanks, Grandpa. I'll see you soon."
As the door closed, and Sarah drove off, Sam sat on his couch, unzipped his pants and thought of her tight body and the feel of her breasts.
His cock begged to feel the wet tightness of her pussy.
He imagined her straddling him as her hips gyrated and her breasts trembled.
He came.
He wiped his forehead and sat back. The semen slowly dripped down his cock and accumulated around his balls.
He would clean up in a bit. Thoughts of Sarah, doing bad things to him, circled his mind. If he were lucky, his cock would harden again.
Was he a dirty old man?
You fucking bet.
Chapter 2
Sam gripped the phone tightly, his temper rising with each second.
Charlie, his son, spoke. "Dad, I know you promised Mom. But she's dead; she died a long time ago."
"Promises never die, even if people do."
"She's six feet below ground. She won't know the difference."
"I will."
"Since when did you care about being honorable?"
"There's more to it than just honor. Maybe it's the fact that you're a whining, sniveling piece of shit for a son."
"If that were true, it's only because I act how I was raised."
"Fuck you, Charlie."
"That's what you're trying to do, aren't you? You want to screw me and my flock over. You're not going to live long. I see how poorly you keep yourself. When you die, my church needs your life insurance."
"There's no reason you all should get it; none that I can see anyway."
"Maybe it's because I'm your son and I am a man of God!"
"You've said that already. And to be honest, of the two of us, I'm the only one who remembers your birth. Sometimes I think I should have investigated that hospital because the way you act, I know you can't be mine."
"I do God's will. All you do is watch porn and try and screw teenagers."
Sam sighed and almost threw the phone against the wall.
Silence ensued on the other end of the line.
"Can you at least make a generous donation? I know you have a lot of money."
"Fuck, no. I hate you damn uptight Christians."
"Then who is going to get your life insurance, Dad? I have a missionary trip to finance."
"You'll see when I am dead."
"That may be sooner than anybody expects." Charlie hung up the phone.
Sam threw his cell phone against the wall. It broke; several pieces of plastic flew in different directions.
"Shit."
Sam gathered the pieces and tried to put it back together. It was like a jigsaw puzzle. He was too old for this shit: too old to fight with his stupid son, too old for temper tantrums, and certainly too old to figure out how to put together a cell phone.
He tossed the pieces on the couch just as the doorbell rang.
Grumbling, he walked to the door.
"Hi, Grandpa!"
The anger rushed out of him. "Hey. Are you here for your allowance?"
She bounced on her toes. "Is that okay? There was this cool pair of jeans at the mall."
He trailed his eyes down her legs. She was wearing tight shorts. He loved her in a nice pair of jeans. She had been wearing a new kind. What was it called? Bootcut? Yes, those looked nice. Still, when she wore tight shorts or miniskirts, he was happiest.
"What you do with your money is not my business. As long as you're not whoring it up, I don't care."
"That's why I love you, Grandpa." She hugged him.
God, those fucking breasts felt so damn good.
"What do you mean?"
"You let me do what I want. You're not always hovering over me like my dad."
"If you don't mind, I'd rather not talk about him."
She chewed on her lip. "Did you guys fight again?"
"We're always fighting," he said as he looked at his broken cell on the couch.
"Me and Dad argue all the time, too. I wish I could live here with you."
If she lived with him, he could see her in a towel and maybe even in her bra and panties. He closed his eyes. That would be perfect.
"What happened to your cell?" she asked as she bent low to look at it. Her top fell forward. It was a miracle her tits didn't fall out.
Sam stared at her cleavage. The huge valley between her breasts looked magnificent.
"I threw it."
She laughed. "Because you and Dad were arguing?"
He shrugged. "Yup."
She stood. Sam looked away from her tits just in time. She gathered the pieces and quickly assembled the phone.
"How did you do that?" Sam asked.
"It's not that hard. It wasn't broken, it just fell apart." She placed it in his hand; her soft flesh touched his palm. "Now don’t throw it anymore. Okay?"
He laughed and grabbed his wallet. Pulling two hundred dollars out, he handed it to her.
"Why the extra hundred dollars, Grandpa?"
"You don't want it? I'll take it back." He teased.
"No, no. It's okay." She laughed and stuffed it in her bra.
"I figure you saved me time and money by fixing my phone."
"But not a hundred dollar's worth."
"It's worth it. I'd rather you have it than some corporation."
"I love that you're my grandpa."
He took her in his arms. "And I love that you're my granddaughter." He peered down at her ass. He wanted to cup it in his hands. It would fit just right.
Chapter 3
"How does this one fit?" Sarah strutted out of the changing room, spun, then laughed.
Sam had to fight, with all his might, not to touch his hardened cock. "Good." He coughed. "Very nice."
She played with the two-piece bathing suit. So skimpy—it threatened to break under the weight of her breasts—the pink suit accentuated her perfect body.
"You don't think it's a bit small?"
Her tits almost spilled out the tops and sides and her ass winked each time she walked. "No, it's perfect."
She squealed and hugged him. "Are you sure you can afford it?"
He buried his lips in her neck. "Of course, sweetie." He slid his hands down and rested them above her ass. Her flesh was so virgin and young.
This was the fifth bathing suit. Every time she tried on a swim suit, he received a hug. He was tempted to lie about how good they looked on her so she would keep trying more on, but as each was smaller than the preceding one his tongue kept spilling the truth.
"I'm so glad you asked me to hang out with you today."
Sarah stood. "Grandpa, I had to. You looked so down earlier."
"You brought my spirits up." Not to mention my cock, he thought.
"So I should buy this suit?"
"Well, it's pink."
"You don’t like pink?"
His greed got the better of him. "You may as well try on the black one, too."
"No problem." She rushed back into the changing room.
The staff had long ago started judging him. He felt their eyes on him. He didn't care. He was watching a teen girl walk around in bathing suits, and he got to feel her skin. A few bad looks, from people he didn't care about, wouldn't change things.
Moments later, she emerged.
The black suit accentuated her dark hair and pale skin.
Holy fuck, did she look good.
"How does it look?"
He swallowed, and planted his palms firmly on his thighs, lest they find a mind of their own and do something that would get him into trouble.
"Good."
"So, is this it?"
"Yup." Shit. He spoke too soon. Now they would be done, leaving this fantasy as nothing but a memory.
"Oh, goodie!" She rushed to him and jumped in his lap. Her body trembled with happiness.
Sam barely managed to adjust his hardened cock. She almost smashed it. That would be no good.
"Are you sure you can afford it?"
As his penis pressed against her ass, he smiled. "Anything for you."
"You're not mad that I already spent the two hundred dollars?"
"Not at all. You needed a new phone." Hadn't she just purchased one a few months ago? Still, it didn't matter. He was happy as a slut in a boy's locker room.
"Sarah, what are you doing?"
Sam and Sarah spun toward the voice. Shit, what were the chances his son would find them at the mall?
Sam sighed. "Looking for suits, obviously."
Charlie's eyes scanned the two. His lips turned down into a frown.
What was the big deal? Weren't grandpas allowed to hug their grandchildren?
Maybe his boner was giving it away.
"Do you like my bathing suit, Daddy?"
Charlie growled. "No. Take it off. You can't go out dressed like that."
"But—"
"I said take it off, now!" he stormed forward and yanked Sarah toward the dressing room. "Change."
"But, Daddy, I love this—"
"Change!" His voice boomed through the store. He shoved her behind the curtain of the changing area.
Sam would have stood and taken charge, but his cock was still poking through his pants. He crossed his legs and adjusted as he tried to hide it.
"Quit being such a pussy," Sam said to his son.
Charlie turned. "What is wrong with you? She can't go out looking like that!"
"And what, pray tell, does she look like?"
"A whore."
"You and I have both seen whores before. Let's not kid ourselves. She looks nothing like that." He smirked.
"Dad, I don't get you. I really don't." Charlie's eyes turned with disdain on Sam.
"The feeling is mutual. And you wonder why I have second thoughts about being your father."