Chapter 1 - Visiting Gramps and Gram

Fifteen-year-old Marcie stood naked facing her maternal grandparents in their living room.

Their Mid-Century Modern arm chairs flanked a table of the same genre with a table lamp that was turned to shine toward Marcie’s laser-bare sex. The teenager was embarrassed as Gramps and Gram stared at her intimate regions without a word. The nipples on her little boobies were hard, and her slit was moist as she was put on display.

Her heels were together in a lame attempt at modesty. Only a slit was visible at the top of her legs. She looked younger than 15 with her bare pubis. Her mother purchased an IPL based on the doctor’s OK to keep Marcie smooth. After six weekly sessions, Marcie was bald down there. Monthly follow-up sessions kept her that way.

Her naked slit looked pre-pubescent and was adorned by the Trinity Society piercing she’d earned at the gynecologist’s office.

“You’re beautiful, little girl,” her grandfather said while staring unabashedly at her juvenile pussy. “You look very sexy. I’m sure the males of our species will fall all over themselves for a chance with you. And a lot of the females, too,” he chuckled.

She wondered about her grandfather’s cock. Is he circumcised? How big does it get? Is it hard now? Will she get to see it?

Her family hadn’t seen Gramps and Gram for a long time. He was a high-level executive for an international corporation. They’d been in Thailand for five years without a trip home while he managed the Pacific region. Now they had moved back to the States and bought a house. Even so, the Hamiltons had to travel halfway across the country to visit.

This afternoon, Jacob was at an amusement park with another family and would spend the night with them. He’d return tomorrow.

“Doesn’t she have cute little boobies?” her grandmother asked of no one in particular. “Are they sensitive, honey? They sure look like it right now.”

Marcie nodded bashfully. She flashed back to the nipple clamps at the gynecologist’s for a reminder of their sensitivity.

“Do you even wear a bra?” Gram inquired.

Marcia was insecure about her little tits and cringed at the question. She knew she didn’t need a bra for her tiny boobies but occasionally she wore one for vanity. She was officially an A-cup, but that was a loose fit with some bras. Marcie blushed and said “sometimes.”

“I think they’re lovely,” Gramps said.

Marcie imagined her grandmother’s secrets. Gram was slender and projected youthfulness far short of her 37 years. Her hair was a cute bob. Her tits were obviously small; did they sag? Did she trim her pubes? Or shave altogether?

Arousal grew in Marcie’s groin as her grandparents questioned her. She hadn’t thought of them having any interest in sex, but today she was learning otherwise. Marcie always felt young and innocent around them, and she didn’t realize how much they would enjoy knowing what a carnal being she had become.

“You seem to have special jewelry down there,” Gramps said. “What’s that about?”

Marcie’s throat seized as she tried to compose an explanation for the Trinity Society that might not ruin her grandparents’ perception of their heretofore virtuous granddaughter. The Trinity Society wasn’t something Marcie sought. It was against her will, but it was now her reality.

“It’s about sex; that’s all,” Marcie said. “It’s nothing.”

Silence hung in the air until Lori stepped in to help her daughter. “The Trinity Society is for girls like Marcie who have been taken in all three places where girls can enjoy a penis.”

“You mean, she...?” Gram said.

“Yes, mother. She does.”

“Oh, my,” Gram sighed. “We never did that to you.”

“No,” Lori said to her mother. “But a boyfriend in college did. Mom, I’m also a three-hole girl. Ever since I was a freshman. I love to feel to feel a cock in my bottom.”

“I wish I’d known,” Lori’s father said salaciously.

“It’s not too late, Dad.” Lori quipped.

Meanwhile, 15-year-old Marcie stood embarrassed before her grandparents. Her parents, Lori and Alex, were behind her with a close-up view of her tight, perfect teenage bottom.

“How often do you masturbate?” Gram asked.

Marcie gulped. “Now and then;” she tried to evade another embarrassing question. She always tried to be a saint in the eyes of her grandparents. Now they were asking undignified questions that struck at the heart of her newly corrupted persona.

“It depends on how often she’s being fucked and how well,” Lori answered in an attempt to help Marcie with the question. “Typically she cums two to four times per day, whether from someone else or by her own hand. At least that’s what I know about.”

“Is Jacob fucking her?” Gram asked, referring to Marcie’s 17-year-old brother. “I would think he’d be locked and loaded nearly all of the time.”

“Yes, mother, they rut regularly,” Lori assured Gram. “They masturbate together in the mornings so they can be less tense at school. They often fuck after school, and he usually spends the night in her bed unless she has a sleepover date.”

“Do you fuck on the first date?” Gram asked Marcie.

“Sometimes. It depends on what Mom says,” the girl answered.

“We try to screen her dates before they stay over to be sure they’re nice boys and appropriate for her. The new vaccines eliminated STDs, so with her quarterly birth control shot she’s protected. We let them spend the night in her bed if she’s interested and if they seem like a good match.

“The boys are cute when they slink out for breakfast in the morning. They face us over the breakfast table while everyone is thinking about what the boy did to my daughter, perhaps up until the last few minutes before emerging. They’re usually bashful and tongue-tied. They’re adorable.”

“Sometimes I ask ‘was she good?’” Alex chuckled, “and they sputter for an answer. The best are the ones who just say ‘yes sir’ and try to change the subject.”

The conversation paused as Gram eyed Marcie’s body again.

“Do you swallow?” Marcie’s grandmother asked.

Marcie trembled at the personal question. “Yes, ma’am,” she replied bashfully.

“That’s good. Everyone should swallow. Even boys,” Gram said. Looking at Lori, she asked, “does Jacob suck dick? Does he swallow?”

“Yes, Mom, he does. He looks really sexy with a cock in his mouth,” Jacob’s mother said. “And he swallows every drop.”

Marcie’s mind raced. How often did her grandparents fuck? Did Gram swallow? Did she scream when she came? Did Gramps still spurt a lot? Would she get to suck him?

Marcie was defiled shortly after her 14th birthday under the direction of a perverted gynecologist. Since then, she grew to love sexual congress with almost anyone. Until now, she thought of her grandparents as asexual people who shouldn’t know how naughty she is. She always wanted to be their innocent angel. She cringed to realize they might see her depravity. She wanted to hide it from them, but her mother was forcing her to show it.

“Touch yourself, baby,” her mother coaxed from over Marcie’s shoulder. Lori was presenting her daughter to her parents to molest, just as they’d molested Lori since before she could remember. Lori loved them for it. They took indecent liberties with her body as soon as she could enjoy it, and it became the foundation of their wonderful parent-child relationship from then until now. She and her husband were trying to provide the same for Marcie.

She and Marcie’s father, Alex, shamelessly corrupted Marcie from an early age to help the girl learn to enjoy her sexuality. Visits to the gynecologist at ages 14 and 15 destroyed every aspect of the teenager’s virtue and dignity, and now she was a living sex toy for her family.

Marcie looked at her grandparents and reached to touch her sex to please her mother. She toyed with the outer lips for a minute and then let a finger slip inside the channel to begin rubbing her clit.

“When did you start pleasuring yourself down there?” her grandmother asked.

Marcie looked at her mother for permission.

“Go ahead,” Lori said.

“When I was 10,” Marcie confessed.

“Tell me about it,” Gram invited.

“Mommy made me do it in front of her friends. She told me to take my clothes off and show them my secret place. I lay on my back and spread my legs. And then Mommy told me to rub my sex place for them to see.”

“It was three of my sorority sisters,” Lori explained. “We’ve always done perverted things together.”

“Did you have an orgasm?” Gram asked.

“Not until I was 12.”

“So now you’re fully initiated and here to show us what a sexy little girl you’re becoming. Is that right?” Gram asked.

Marcie blushed and looked at the floor while continuing to slowly finger her slit. “I suppose so,” she mumbled.

“I have something to tell you about your grandfather,” Gram said. “Gramps is a hebephile. Do you know what that is?”

“No,” Marcie muttered, feeling as if she should know.

“Few people do. It’s an obscure word that means Gramps has a sexual preference for girls and boys who are barely into puberty,” Marcie’s grandmother explained without a pause.

“Oh,” Marcie gasped, immediately realizing the implications.

Lori knew it was time for her to drop her bombshell. “We’re here this week for Gram and Gramps to play with you, honey. Do you think you’d like that?”

Marcie considered the question for several seconds.

“Do you mean they’re going to do sex stuff to me?”

“Yes, honey. Gram and Gramps love you very much, and they would like to show you their love sexually like Daddy and I do. What do you think?”

“I guess so,” she said, secretly eager to fuck but too bashful to admit it.

“You need to be sure, honey,” Lori said. “But if you say OK, I’m sure Gramps and Gram will make you feel special.”

Lori was confident in her assurance because her parents first violated Lori’s private treasure shortly after her 14th birthday, culminating years of grooming. Young Lori was on Cloud 9 the night her mother held her legs apart and watched her father smoothly sink his manhood into her virginal sheath. Lori moaned with pleasure as he plunged in with one long stroke.

It was painless because her mother took Lori’s hymen with a vibrator for her 13th birthday. The girl had been inserting things for a year to prepare for her first coitus, but this was the first night Lori laid back and felt a man satisfy his urges inside of her. She’d never felt more love than at the moment her father began to ejaculate into her special hole. She hungered for more from then until now, no matter how often she fucked and came.

“Come stand next to me,” Gramps said to Marcie while extending his hand. He guided her to his right side. “You’re a sexy little thing.”

“Thank you,” Marcie whispered. It felt strange but nice for her grandparents to be appraising her sexually.

“I like your smooth pussy lips,” Gramps said. “Do you?”

“Sort of,” Marcie said. “Men seem to love me like this, but sometimes boys my age think I might be too immature for sex. I show them, though.”

Gramps extended his hand toward Marcie’s private treasure. “Move your feet apart and drop your hand,” he said gently.

Marcie complied, and her grandfather slipped his middle finger into her wet lower lips. He watched his finger manipulating her clit before looking up into her eyes. “Are you a naughty little girl, Marcie? Do you play pussy games and let boys put their dicks in you?”

Marcie blushed. “Yes, sir.”

“Do you suck those dicks, too?”

“Yes, sir.”

“I like your style. Are you going to let me fuck your hot little pussy today?”

“Yes, sir,” Marcie murmured.

Without a word, Gramps put the tip of his middle finger at the entrance of Marcie’s cunt and pushed in slowly. The 15-year-old gasped as he invaded her without warning. She held her skirt up and shyly looked at the ceiling as she felt him slide his big finger into her juvenile twat. “Mmmmm, nice and tight,” Gramps said. “And I bet your cute little bottom is even tighter.”

Marcie winced. It embarrassed her for anyone to know she sometimes had sex back there. She didn’t always enjoy it. Her father was particularly fond of sodomizing her in front of family visitors. It turned him on when they watched her struggle while he invaded her forbidden place. They would see him vanquish her and inject his semen into her fundament. She would whimper as he thrust and spurted. Sometimes she was so emotionally overwhelmed that she would weep softly after he withdrew. The worst was when he would pull her cheeks apart and invite strangers to look at his cum leaking from her asshole.

Gramps continued to stroke his finger in and out of her cunt while she stood at this side. Her lubrication covered his digit. “Good Lord, you’re ready to be fucked right now,” he smiled as he withdrew his finger and examined the pussy juice on his finger.

“Baby, if you want Gramps to fuck you, make yourself cum while he watches,” Marcie’s mother coached.

Marcie reached down to her wet young snatch and rubbed her clit shyly and then vigorously. She squatted slightly and opened her knees to get more pressure. Within minutes, she threw her head back and moaned. Convulsions shook her body, and she almost fell while she shamelessly had an orgasm in front of her grandparents.

The 15-year-old sunk to the floor and rolled onto her side while aftershocks continued. She didn’t care who watched as her body quivered. For 15 years, she’d tried to be an angel in front of her grandparents but now the image was ruined. They saw what a wanton girl she was.

She almost sobbed as she realized how outrageously she’d behaved. She was deeply ashamed even as endorphins rushed through her body and mind. She wanted to crawl through a hole in the floor while she simultaneously craved another hit of sexual perversion. She was addicted to humiliation and orgasms.

As she arose, her grandmother directed her to an armchair on the other side of the coffee table. The 15-year-old tried to sit demurely, but it was for naught. “Lie back and put your legs over the arms,” Gram said.

Marcie froze. This would put her entire intimate region on brazen display to her grandparents. The teen cringed as she revealed herself, but she also took a little pleasure from it because it was taboo. She was displaying her sex places and hoped to be fucked again soon.

“Honey, have you made it with another girl yet?” Gram asked. The humiliating interview would continue, no matter how much it embarrassed Marcie.

“Yes,” she whispered.

“How old was she?”

“Which time?” Marcie asked.

Gram paused to consider her answer. “The first time.”

“We were 11. It was a neighbor girl on a sleepover. Mom and Dad got us naked, showed us pornos and encouraged us to touch each other.”

“But you were too young to cum?”

“Yes, but what we did felt good.”

“What’s the oldest pussy you’ve licked?” ram asked, pulling her knee-length skirt to her waist and exposing her closely trimmed snatch. Gram spread her legs and stared at Marcie, who realized her grandmother wore nothing underneath. Marcie stared straight into her grandmother’s swollen pussy.

Marcie hesitated. “My mother.”

“Excellent,” Gram replied. “Now you can lick a pussy older than your mother’s. Come here and show me what a good little girl you are.”

Marcie stood before her grandmother. Gram trimmed her bush regularly, but it was still an abundant thicket for Marcie to explore to reach her grandmother’s prize.

“That’s a good girl,” Gram said as Marcie nuzzled into her forest and found the wet valley. “Your mother came out of this cunt. You wouldn’t be here otherwise. Show my pussy how much you appreciate that.”

The teenager shuddered at the thought of her mother emerging from the birth canal that Marcie was about to worship. The thought almost overwhelmed her, but she pushed herself to lean forward and worship her ancestor’s crotch.

Gram smelled like a woman in heat. Marcie detected the odor from a couple of feet away. “That’s it, baby. Come to me,” the woman coaxed. “Eat me like the hot little girl that you are. Your mother says you’re discovering your inner slut. Gramps and I want to see it. We want to see what a hot young thing you are. We like horny girls.”

Marcie could hardly wait to put her face into her grandmother’s sex. Her defenses crumbled, and her arousal combined with the beautiful prize Gram was offering were too much. She pressed her mouth to Gram’s pussy and began to lick.

The grandmother stroked Marcie’s head as the girl nursed on the her clit. She looked down to see Marcie’s nose pressed into her neatly trimmed bush. “You’re beautiful, baby. You look so sexy when you’re sucking my pussy. We’ll get you some more pussies to lick while you’re here. I have a kinky bridge club, and I know some girls nearby who like to play with girls like you.”

Marcie maintained a steady pace sucking her grandmother’s clit. Gramps and her parents watched the arousing scene. The underage girl with her face buried in the mature cunt looked as deviant as it was.

“Your mother does this for me, too.” Gram said, even as she began to disengage conversationally to focus on the sensations. “She started when she was 11. She didn’t even have any boobies yet. She was so cute.”

Those would be Gram’s final words before she came. She closed her eyes and felt the tingles build thanks to her 15-year-old granddaughter’s active and wanton mouth. She moaned, pressed Marcie’s head in tighter and lurched as an orgasm seized her. Marcie looked up to see her grandmother’s O face. Gram clenched and bucked as spasms rocked her body.

Recovering from her cum, she opened her eyes and looked into her granddaughter’s. “Thank you, sweetheart. You’re very good.”

Marcie’s mother interceded.

“Baby, if we’re going to let Gramps have you today, you need to clean up first. Let’s go take a shower,” Lori said.

Marcie rose and followed her mother down the hall toward the guest shower, which was large enough for both of them. She directed Marcie to a private toilet closet with supplies for an enema so that the girl would be ready for anything later. Afterward, they slowly washed each other with particular focus on their private places.

Tonight would be a milestone; Lori would help her parents violate their adolescent granddaughter.

After mother and daughter were dry and applied light makeup, Lori slipped into a matching see-through bra and panties. Her best features were thinly veiled, not hidden. Over this, she wore a short, sheer robe. She was covered enough to tease without any mistake about her willingness.