Size doesn't matter. Or does it?

Carrie laughs, "Babe, it looks so small next to that Goliath, but I choose..." looking at grandpa's enormous cock for a while.
Finally glancing at him, she tries to shove his fat dick back in his pants, but it's huge! She manages to get it in there after some struggling and zips him up. Then she sniffs her hand and makes a disgusted face, "It's disgusting. What is that smell?" He winks, "It's a kind of diary." She wipes her hand on grandpa's shirt, "Ewww, gross."
She glances at you and smiles, "...but I choose David." She gives grandpa a kiss on his cheek, "Size is not everything, old man," kisses your lips, takes your hand, "Let's go to bed, honey." Grandpa gives her ass a hard slap, watching her cheeks jiggle with delight, before lying down on the couch.

In the bedroom, she lays on the bed, exposing her naked body, her hands spread out inviting you to join her. You take off your clothes and climb into bed and sit between her legs. She raises her legs and puts her feet behind her head, revealing her dripping wet pussy.

"I'm so excited, baby" she says, running her hands through your hair. You kiss her neck, teasing her, before finally lowering your head to taste her. In all these years you never saw her sooo wet. You try your best to deny that it could be because of the sight of your grandpa's manhood. Your tongue explores her folds, teasing her clit as you fuck her with your tongue.

She cries out, arching her back, her hands gripping your hair. You stand up and position yourself at her entrance, lining your cock with her wetness. She moans as you push your dick inside.

"Oh god honey, that feels so good..." She wraps her legs around you, pulling you closer. You begin to thrust, slowly at first, savoring the feeling of being inside her, of being wanted. Her body is warm and soft against yours, her breasts pressed against your chest, her breath hot on your neck. As you pick up speed, but she's so wet, you feel like fucking a glass full of water.

Her nails dig into your shoulders, her hips meet yours thrust for thrust, urging you on. She presses your head agains her neck. You whisper, "I love you bab..." but she interrupts you, "don't speak honey, just fuck me. please just fu..."

Her pussy clenches around you, milking your cock. You lose control, pounding into her, the bed shaking beneath you. She realizes that you're about to cum, and she begs, "noo, noo,no, not yet honey, I'm not done yet. Not yet, please....". But you groan, feeling your orgasm building, your cock swelling, and then explode, filling her with your seed. You collapse on top of her, your chest heaving, your heart racing. "S.... Sorry honey... I..." She holding you close, and you can feel your cum slowly leaking out of her.

She kisses you softly, and says, "it's alright honey, ...". She takes your face in her hands, kisses you, "I did came too." she lies. Trying to catch your breath, "Rea.. Really?" you ask surprised. "Oh yes, it was so good. You were so deep inside me." She strokes your hair, "You're so good," trying to hide her disappointment. "Now we need a good sleep." she smiles and kisses your nose.

You lay down beside her, your arm around her, pulling her close. She puts her head on your chest, her hand running through your chest hair. The room is quiet, only the sound of your hearts beating. After a while, she whispers, "Sleep tight my big boy...."

Exhausted as you are, you close your eyes, feeling her breath on your chest. You drift off to sleep, the warmth of her body and the comfort of her embrace lulling you into a deep slumber. As you sleep, you dream of the time she first took you to the beach. You remember how she laughed and how the sunlight danced in her hair. You smile in your sleep, feeling safe and loved.

Suddenly, the room erupts with a deafening scream. You sit bolt upright in bed, heart pounding, as you try to discern the source of the agonizing sound. It's coming from downstairs... it's Carrie! Terror grips your heart as you leap out of bed and race down the stairs, feeling a cold sweat break out across your brow. You race down the stairs, taking them two at a time. As you reach the bottom of the stairs, you also hear grandpa's voice. Slowly it dawns on you that these are not cries of fear but of pleasure.

The living room. You hesitate for a moment, heart racing, before gathering enough courage and with shaking hands, you open the door just a crack and carefully look inside. There, in the warm glow of the moonlight streaming through the window you see your grandpa standing standing behind Carrie, his back to you. Carrie is standing hands against the wall, panties around her ankles. She's moaning and whimpering, her body shaking with pleasure. Your grandpa's pants are around his ankles, his cock bobbing as he thrusts into her. His free hand is gripping her hair, pulling her head back so that she arches her back even further. She responds to each of his thrusts with a loud scream. He's fucking her harder than you ever thought possible, his powerful strokes making her body shake. And she? She's begging for more, her words tumbling out in a torrent of moans and pleas.

"Fuck me, Grandpa! Fuck me like I've never been fucked before!" she cries, her voice thick with desire. You watch, stunned, as grandpa throws her on her hands and knees on the floor. His massive cock splits her in two, claiming every inch of her wet, eager flesh. Each powerful thrust is met with a resounding slap of his meaty palm against her round, supple ass, the sound echoing through the room like a thunderclap. By now her scream has become deafening. Grandpa throw her on the floor on her hands and knees.

"You wake him up baby. I thought you don't want him to know!" you hear him say, laughing and slapping her hard making her cry loud. "I.. I don't fucking care anymore. Fuck him. Just... just make me yours, Grandpa." she yells, her voice shaking with need. His grip on her hair tightens, pulling her head back even further as he continues to thrust into her. His hips meet her ass with brutal ****, and she lets out a loud moan each time she feels the impact. He pushes his thumb in her asshole and she screams in pleasure, arching her back further as she's penetrated in both ends.

You feel your own cock twitch in your pajamas as you watch them. You've never seen anything like this before. It's both frightening and exhilarating at the same time.

Grandpa's thrusts become even harder, his hips slamming into her with a loud smack each time. "Fuck yes, Carrie! You're mine now! You're going to be my dirty little secret, aren't you?" he growls, his voice thick with lust. She moans in response, her head lolling to the side as she tries to catch her breath. "Oh yes, Grandpa! I'm all yours!"

His hand leaves her hair, sliding down her back before curving around her hip, gripping it roughly. He uses her body as a tool, pounding into her as if he can't get enough. The sounds of their flesh colliding echo through the room, making the air thick with desire. "You like that, don't you, you cheating slut?" he demands, his voice low and menacing. "You like feeling a real man's cock inside you, you dirty whore?"

She gasps for breath, her head thrown back as he thrusts deeper. "Yes," she moans, her voice shaking. "Yes, I do. I want it all, Grandpa. I want you to make me yours. I want to be your personal whore." Her body arches off the floor, meeting his thrusts with equal fervor. Her fingers dig into the carpet, leaving furrows as she struggles for purchase.

Your heart pounds in your chest as you watch your Carrie and grandpa fuck like there's no tomorrow. The jealousy and desire mix together in a cocktail of lust, threatening to consume your whole soul.

Grandpa pushes her head with both hand on the carpet and hammering her harder and harder. Carrie moans and cries out in pleasure, her body arching off the floor as her nails dig into the carpet. She twists her hips back towards him, wanting more of his brutal ****. "Oh god, Grandpa! Please! I... I.. can't breath!" she begs.

He pulls his hips back slightly, withdrawing his cock from her before slamming it back in again with a loud smack. Her ass meets his hips with a resounding slap each time. "You don't need to breathe, you worthless whore," he growls, his voice thick with lust. "All you need is my cock." He begins to pound into her roughly, his hips slapping against her ass with each thrust. Her face turns blue and her tongue lolls out of her mouth as she struggles to catch her breath.

Grandpa's hand slides down her body, gripping her hip roughly and pushing her back against the carpet. He grabs her panties and take it of. "That's it, baby," he groans. "Take it all. Take my cock and my hand. You're such a dirty little whore, aren't you?" He thrusts harder, faster, his cock sliding in and out of her wet folds with ease.

Carrie wraps her arms and legs around him tightly, squeezes him with all her might and licks his lips. He opens his mouth, lets her tongue inside, tastes her. Their tongues twist together, tasting each other. He thrusts harder, deeper, his cock hitting her cervix with every powerful stroke. She cries out in pain and pleasure, her nails digging into his back. He grunts, growls, his hips slapping against hers in a frenzied rhythm and simultaneously kisses her passionately. You can hear her whispering "I... love you, Grandpa" in his ear over and over again.

His pace doesn't slow down, but it becomes even more brutal. You hear her pussy farts as he slams into her. Her orgasm rips through her, shuddering through her body as she cries out his name. Grandpa continues to pound into her, relentless and unyielding, until both finally reach their climax. He collapses on top of her, panting heavily. Their bodies are slick with sweat and her juices. Cum dripping out of her cunt. His weight presses down on her chest, making it hard to breathe, but she doesn't mind. She feels so full, so satisfied.

He rolls off her, flopping on the carpet beside her, and she curls into him, pressing her face into his chest. His heartbeat slows, becoming steady and reassuring. "You're such a good girl," he whispers, stroking her hair. "You know you belong to me now, don't you?" She doesn't answer, but instead she rolls on top of him and starts to rain kisses on his face. Her lips brush against his eyelids, his jaw, his neck, causing a shiver to run down his spine. She moves lower, kissing her way down his chest, pausing to nip at his nipples, teasing them until they're hard beneath her tongue.

Her hands trail lower, skimming over the thick hairs of his stomach, before coming to rest on his now soft but still big cock. She lets out a small moan, feeling the heat and strength beneath her fingers. She kisses passionatly the tip. It's looks so dirty and sticky with sweat, semen and her pussy juices. She puts her tongue out and slowly licks it clean, savoring the taste of him. She moves lower kissing his hairy balls. As she licks her balls he lifts his legs and parts with both hands his ass, offering her, his smelly and hairly asshole.
You think to yourself,
"So that's it, now this old fart has crossed the line. She's not that messed up, she'll nev.... WHAT THE FUCK..."

Carrie puts her nose on his dirty anus and inhale deeply the scent of his ass. It smells like sex, sweat but mostly of shit. She licks her lips, moans, kisses his anus and circles her tongue around his asshole.

"Fuck, kiddo..." he gasps, arching his back off the ground and starts to jerk off. "Lick my ass clean slut, eat my shit..." His hips buck upward, urging her closer. She complies, diving in and lapping at his dirty entrance like it's the sweetest nectar. Her tongue fucks his ass. He feels his control slipping, his orgasm building inside him. "I'm gonna come..." he groans, thrusting his hips upward, feeling her tongue stroke his prostate. And then he does, erupting hot cum onto his own chest, and stomach.

She moves up, licking his cum from his body and kisses her way up till she reach his mouth and passionatly kisses his lips. "You taste so good," she whispers, her voice husky with desire. "Better than my grandson?!" he asks. She smiles, "alone your shitty asshole tastes a thousand times better than his lips." She rolls over, laying next to him, their sweaty bodies still entwined. "Now what do we do?" he asks, his voice quiet but demanding. "Honey, I better go backbefore he wakes up.", she suggests, stroking his balls.

Now you know for sure that you're a total mental failure, cause all the wild fucking and trash talk didn't hurt you so much as Carrie calling your grandpa "Honey".

He pulls her close, rolling her beneath him. "Going to bed?! But your mine, my sweet little whore..." He kisses her roughly, grinding his hips against her. "Let's see how much more you can take..."

Carrie moans into his kiss, her body responding to his touch. She arches her back, pressing herself against him. "Oh, baby please. I'm all yours but we have all the time in world." She whispers moaning. He calms down and kisses her nose, then her lips. "I love you Carrie. For tonight you're free. Have a good rest my cute slut." He rolls off her, feeling satisfied and content. "Sleep well, dear, and dream of me." she kisses his cheek and stands up looking for her clothes.

You watching her dress and feeling guilty about doint nothing. As she slips on her panties and bra, you racing upstairs to your bedroom, close the door and go to bed under the covers. The events of the night replay in your mind, the trashy talk, the rough sex, the forbidden pleasure of it all. You feel exhausted but strangely aroused, your cock twitching beneath the sheets. You erection makes you proud. You will claim her back. "Just come to bed Honey, and I will fuck your brains out." you think. You hear Carrie's footsteps, and then the door opening and closing very softly. You pretend to be deeply asleep. She tries to get into bed as quietly as she can. The mattress dips down as she settles in next to you. You opens your eyes slowly, "Where were you honey?" you fake a question. Your cock is ready to tear her pussy apart.

"Oh, I just went to the bathroom. I didn't want to wake you," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Go back to sleep honey..." She snuggles closer to you, her body pressed against yours but this disgusting scent. It's not her. It's him. It's his smell. You know the worst part is over, just go to sleep. But then she gives you a good night kiss, and it smells like shit. His asshole, his shit. You can't take it anymore. Your hard-on goes limp.

You roll over, away from her. "Goodnight honey." You mumble, faking sleep once more. As you close your eyes, you can still smell it, his asshole, his shit. You can feel her body next to yours, but it's not right. It's not how it should be. You can't sleep like this. You open your eyes again, looking at the ceiling, the same one you've seen every night for years. It's the same fucking room, the same fucking bed. It's always been the same. But it's not anymore. Nothing will ever be the same again.

You can't get rid of the smell, the taste of him. It's everywhere. It's in your nose, your mouth, your skin. It's like you're wearing him. You can't get rid of the image of him, his grin, his rough hands, his body on top of her. It's like his brand, his mark of ownership on your girlfriend.

You look at Carrie sleeping next to you, but she's not yours anymore. As you accept your fate, you close your eyes and try to find some peace in the darkness. The memory of your ruined relationship and the oppressive weight of your new reality haunt you. But for now, all you can do is lie here, broken and empty, and hope that somehow, someday, things will get better.