While they walked through the airport, Charles turned the vibrations down to a lower setting. Ginny visibly relaxed as they made their way through the parking lot. When they got to his SUV, he turned it off entirely. Ginny let out a long groan of relief. “So are you excited for your new school?” He asked as he opened her door for her.
She chewed on her bottom lip, catching her breath. Then her thighs were rubbing together, she missed the vibrations. He could watch the thought processes in her mind, she wanted to beg but she wouldn’t. “Kind of, but I’m sad to leave my friends before graduation.” She told him after a sigh.
When Charles climbed in the driver’s side, he patted Ginny’s knee next to him. “It’s for the best, cupcake. Besides, you’ll have your cousin Britney to help you make new friends.”
Finally, Ginny smiled. “Yeah, that’s true.”
“We’ll have fun together, little lamb. Your gramps can be a little strict sometimes, but I promise it’s for the best, and we’ll have lots of fun too. I can’t wait to spend time with my grandbaby, your mothers keep you too far away from me. It’s about time we do some bonding.”
Ginny was grinning now, her whole demeanour had brightened. But it was clear she was doing her best to forget about the toy in her little teenaged pussy, he’d have to do something about that. “I’m excited for that too, grandpa.”
As they drove through town, Ginny watched out the windows. She’d been to visit her grandfather before, but she’d been very little at the time. Most times he’d come to see her, they’d had a few big family gatherings at her house, with her Uncle Trent and cousin Britney too. Finally, they pulled into the parking lot of the ice cream place. Charles watched Ginny hop out of the car and he saw the moment she remembered she still had his toy tucked up inside her. She grimaced and Charles grinned, twirling his phone in his hand.
Inside, they sat in a booth. It was one of those classic, vintage looking ice cream parlours, with red vinyl benches and checkered floors. Ginny licked her pink bubble gum ice cream cone and Charles enjoyed his cup of rum raisin. He wasn’t really there for the ice cream anyway. He was there to watch Ginny, to figure out how best to begin their time together.
“So, cupcake, tell me about the boys at school.”
Ginny paused, her tongue against the ice cream. “Erm, what do you want to know?”
“Well, I want to know everything.” Charles tapped his ice cream with the spoon. “Remember, you’re here because your mom wants me to help you become a good, grown up woman. In order to do that, I need to know what you’ve been up to.”
“I just hang out with the boys, grandpa.”
Charles hummed. “But you let the boys touch you, don’t you Ginny.”
“Sometimes.” She looked at her cone instead of him.
“How do you let the boys touch you, little lamb?”
“I don’t want to say, grandpa.”
“Do you touch the boys?”
“Sometimes.”
“Your mom tells me you’ve been behaving like a dirty little slut. How many cocks have you had in that little pink mouth, cupcake?”
Ginny’s eyes flew to meet his, her face was bright red. She shot glances around the shop, it was pretty busy but there was no one close enough to hear them.
“You need to be honest with me, Ginny. I can’t help you until I know just how much of a slut you were for those boys at school.” Still watching her, he pulled the phone from his pocket, unlocked it so his app was visible, and set it on the table.
“What’s that?”
Charles grinned and tapped a button on the screen. Ginny jerked forward with a gasped cry, she nearly dropped her ice cream. “Papa needs you to answer his question, little lamb.”
Ginny’s mouth gaped and she started to writhe in her seat, whimpering through the vibrations in her holes. “Five, papa!” She said on a gasp.
Charles tsked. “Five cocks in that little mouth? It sure is a good thing that your mom sent you to me. Now how many cocks have you had in the that tight cunny?”
Ginny’s eyes plead with him, but Charles just increased the vibrations. When she realized what he’d done, she answered on a groan. “Three, papa!” She was trying so hard to stay still and quiet but it was obvious how difficult that was becoming. The sound of her leggings squirming on the vinyl was like music to Charles’ ears.
“Three!” His expression turned serious. “You are a little slut, aren’t you lamb?”
Ginny only whimpered, the hot pink ice cream was dripping down her hand.
“Don’t waste your dessert, cupcake.” He nodded for her to return to the cone, adjusting the vibrations just enough that she felt relief.
Hesitantly, Ginny took a lick.
“Finish that off, little lamb, show your papa how you look when you sucked all those boys’ cocks.”
It took her a moment, but Ginny returned to her ice cream. The sugar seemed to renew her and before long she was licking and sucking it down to the cone. If Charles had learned anything about his granddaughters, it’s that little girls will do just about anything for ice cream.
This was when he turned the vibrations up to high, including the bit on her clit that he’d been avoiding so far.
Ginny let out a surprised wail, the cone crushed in her fist. She caught herself, sucking in the sound so her face went red. Charles looked around calmly, caught sight of someone looking their way, concerned, and smiled at them, laughing. “Sorry about that, my granddaughter’s just upset she’s run out of cream to lick.”
When he turned his attention back to Ginny, he could tell she was cumming.
“Is that good, little lamb? Are you cumming on papa’s toy?”
She let out groan.
“Answer papa, Ginny.”
She replied with a garbled, “Yes papa!”
Charles gently plucked the broken cone from Ginny’s hand and set it down on a napkin, all the while watching her silently unravel across from him. When he was sure she’d had enough, he switched it off. Ginny slumped over the table, gasping for breath. “Your mom sent you to me because you’re a slut.” He whispered, leaning over the table to speak in her ear. “But papa’s going to teach you how to be a slut that men want to marry, instead of the type they want to fuck in the back of some dirty bar. Your body belongs to me now, just like your pleasure does. If you’re a good girl, papa will make you feel good, I’ll make you cum, but if you’re bad, papa will need to punish you. Do you understand, little lamb?”
“Yes papa.” Ginny whimpered.
Sitting up, he took her chin to raise her head to look at him. “Papa loves you, little lamb, we’re going to have such a fun time together.” He tapped her on the nose. “Now let’s go home, I can’t wait to show you your new bedroom.”
When they got to Charles’ house, he carried Ginny’s things, leading her upstairs. He opened the door to her new bedroom with a flourish. He’d thought about moving her into the basement playroom he’d kept all these years, but the convenience of having her across the hall from his own bedroom weighed out. It wasn’t like they wouldn’t still use the playroom, anyway.
He’d asked Britney to help him decorate for Ginny, the room had been painted a bright yellow and plastered with posters of musicians Charles had never heard of, young men, celebrities he didn’t recognize. What he did know was that it was the perfect eighteen year old bedroom, and only steps away from his own. He’d used the time spent with Britney to fuck a few loads into her pregnant little body, too, on the very bed he now placed Ginny’s duffle. He realized that moment that he hadn’t changed the sheets.
“What do you think, cupcake?”
Ginny stepped in and looked around carefully. “I love it, grandpa.” She smiled, setting her other bag on the bed.
“I’m so glad, your cousin Britney helped me with it the last time I had her over for a sleepover.”
Ginny’s eyes lit up. “Can Britney come over for sleepovers now that I’m here?”
Charles grinned, flooded with thoughts of all they could do. “Of course she can, little lamb. Now get yourself settled and then come find papa so he can remove his toy.”
Ginny blushed, but she nodded. Charles left her in her room, but he didn’t go far. He didn’t want her sneaking to take the toy out without him. He’d originally intended to put off fucking her little cunny for at least a day, but now that he’d heard she’d had three other cocks in there already, he wasn’t going to wait. If he was going to make her pure and good, he needed to fill up the space left by those cocks as soon as possible.
* * *
A short while later, Ginny found Charles in the kitchen washing up. “Grandpa?” She was restless, her feet shifting constantly. “Can you take it out now please?”
Charles grinned as he dried off his hands. “Soon, little lamb. Come, let me show you papa’s favourite room.” With a hand on the small of her back, he led his granddaughter through the house and into the basement. His house was large, still the same family home he’d raised his children in so many decades earlier, so the basement was equally big. It had two main rooms, one he kept as his own, it had poker and pool tables, a large and well stocked bar, and a bathroom. But the other room was what Charles called his playroom.
When he gently nudged Ginny into that room, she let out a gasp. Charles shut the door behind them.
“This was the room your mommy and aunt and uncles used to play in when they were kids.” He explained, letting Ginny take it all in. “When they were all grown up, I made a few changes in line with what had changed in our family, but it’s mostly stayed the same.” Charles made his way around the room, it was so full of memories. His hand brushed over the rocking chair he’d had adapted, and he grinned when he thought of just last weekend when he’d had little Britney on it, rocking back and forth with her mouth wrapped around his cock. “I’ve always hoped to bring one of my grandbabies here when they were old enough, and now that you’re here little lamb, papa’s had the pleasure of hosting two of my beautiful granddaughters in my favourite room.”
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