Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 451

The Fall of Rome

My name is Chasity Alberta Glassner, the Tyrants' daughter. I write these words down so my motivations will not be lost to time, and so there will be no confusion, speculation, or misunderstanding about my actions.

–Excerpt from 'The Tyrants' Daughter: An Autobiography' by Saint Chasity Alberta Glassner

Mark Glassner – May 9th, 2053

“I'm ready, Grandpa,” little Liza smiled at me.

Well, she wasn't really that little at sixteen. She was my youngest grandchild, daughter of Marcelo and Calypso. The other grandparents, Alison and Desiree, watched happily as dusky-skinned Liza stretched out on the bed in a frilly, pink nightgown, her lush body peaking invitingly through the sheer fabric.

“I want you to be my first,” Liza cooed.

“You won't regret it, mi Florecita,” Desiree beamed. Her arms were wrapped around our son Marcelo.

“Master knows how to use his cock,” laughed Alison.

“Yes, he does,” giggled Calypso. She was perched on her mother's lap, her honey-brown hair, a slightly lighter shade then Alison's, falling in a thick braid between her breasts. Alison leaned down, and licked our daughter's nipple with her pierced tongue, then sucked the pink nub into her lips. “Umm, that's nice, mom.”

“After I've made you a woman, are you sure you want to be bound to me?” I asked my granddaughter, sitting on the bed, my hand stroking her thigh.

“I want to lick your cum out of Great-Nana's cunt,” Liza smiled.

“Just call me Nana,” my mom scolded. “You make me feel so old.”

My mom was a beautiful, mature woman. When I bound her in her early forties, her beauty had just ripened into its lush fullness, and she still looked the same, her body trim, her breasts just starting to sag. Mary cuddled up to my mom on a love seat, stroking my mother's beautiful tits.

Liza rolled her eyes, “You're ancient Nana. Like in your eighties. But you still look beautiful.”

“Thank you for the compliment,” my mom smiled, “and I'll forget that you called me old.”

Mary gave her tit a squeeze. “You are definitely not old with a pair of tits like this, Sandy.” Then my wife bent down and sucked a pink nipple into her lips.

In a month, Mary and I would have been married forty years. She was fifty-nine, but still looked as youthful, and as beautiful, as they day we met. None of us had aged. Mary and I due to our Gifts, and our families due to the Zimmah ritual. Calypso and Marcelo still looked sixteen, Alison seventeen, and Desiree twenty-seven.

I stretched out beside Liza, a bit of apprehension in her eyes. “It'll be okay,” I told her, bending down to gently kiss her tiny lips. She relaxed, kissing me back eagerly.

She wasn't a bad kisser. I knew she'd played kissing games with her two older cousins Matt and Tamara, my two other grandchildren by my son Silas and his two wives. I let my hand touch her silk nightie, sliding up her side to grope her small breasts. After tonight, she'd be an A cup and sixteen for the rest of her life.

Her breast felt firm, her nipple hard, then I slipped my hand inside her bodice and felt her warm flesh directly. She shuddered delicately as I groped her small tit. Her kiss grew passionate, her tiny hands reaching out to feel my muscular chest, then sliding down to hesitantly grasp my hard cock. She traced my length up to the mushroom-shaped head. Her fingernail scraped my sensitive flesh; a shudder passed through me.

“Oh, Sandy,” I heard Mary moan.

I broke the kiss to see that my mother had slipped to the floor and had buried her face into my wife's waxed pussy. Mary smiled at me, squeezing her freckled breasts and savoring my mother's tongue in her pussy.

They weren't the only family members making love. Desiree had mounted our son, his hard cock sliding into his mother's cunt. Marcelo had his face buried in her pillowy breasts as her plump ass flexed as she rode him. Calypso sat next to her husband on the divan, squeezing Marcelo's hand as Alison went down on her. Our daughter had gathered a handful of Alison's honey-brown hair, pulling her mother's face into her cunt. I sometimes missed Alison's pink hair. It had been thirty years, I think, since she stopped dying it.

“Don't forget about me, Grandpa,” Liza pouted.

“Sorry, but don't they all look so happy?”

Liza giggled. “They do. We have the best family in the world. All of us loving each other, and...”

Her voice trailed off; she must have seen the pain in my face. My family wasn't whole; I hadn't seen my daughter Chase in sixteen years. She was the only child Mary and I ever had. Sure, we had other children with the sluts, but she was special. She was ours. Sometimes I would go days without thinking about her, and then I would be reminded about her and the pain would come crashing back. We did something to our daughter, something that disgusted her so much that she wanted nothing to do with us.

I think she found out the truth about us.

It was easy to forget that we were human when everyone worshiped us as their Gods. But we weren't; my wife and I were just regular humans that sold our souls and made the most of it. But Chase was such an idealist, poisoned by some book she had read. Mary kept saying she'll come back, we have eternity, we can be patient and let her work it out. After sixteen years, I was losing faith that I would ever see her again.

“Sorry, Liza,” I said, turning back to my beautiful, and very nubile, granddaughter. I slipped one of the straps of her pink nightie off her shoulder, pushing it down her arm. A dusky breast and a brown nipple was exposed. I couldn't resist, and bent down and captured the hard nub, enjoying the feel of it between my lips.

“Umm, Grandpa!” Liza cooed as I sucked. “That feels wicked!”

My hand slid down her body as I worshiped her nipple, pulling up the hem of her nightie, and found her dripping, shaved cunt. I stroked around her labia, her sighs and coos filling my ears. Her body jumped as I slid a finger into her hot depths, finding her hymen. I had to taste her. I moved down her body, spreading her thighs, and inhaled her tangy honey.

“Holy shit!” she gasped as my tongue slid through the furrow of her pussy.

“You are in for a treat!” Mary purred. “Your grandfather gives the best head, for a man.”

My tongue found her clit. My granddaughter jumped, her thighs pressing tight about my head. Her fingers rubbed through my hair, gripping me as I worshiped her hard nub. Her hips started moving as I sucked, her sighs transforming into moans, loud and throaty.

“Oh, Grandpa!” she groaned. “Oh, yes! Oh, yes! I'm gonna cum! Oh, fuck, this is so much better than my fingers.”

“I want to see you cum,” Calypso panted. “Oh, shit, I'm gonna cum. Let's cum together, baby girl!”

“Yes, momma!” Liza moaned. “Oh, fuck! Oh, fucking yes!”

Calypso gasped, cumming on Alison's hungry lips, as Liza's orgasm seemed to explode through her. So much juice shot out of her pussy, I thought she was going to rocket right off the bed. Her enthusiasm seemed to set everyone else off; I heard Mary's beautiful cries of passion, and Desiree's rapture came out in her musical Spanish.

I kissed my way up my granddaughter's body, nipping her nipple, before I reached her lips and let her taste herself. “Umm, I taste wonderful,” she giggled.

“Yes, you do, Liza,” I told her, then kissed her a second time.

“Grandpa?” she asked, apprehension returning to her hazel eyes.

“Yeah?”

“Can I be on top?”

I smiled, and rolled us onto my back. Her light body pressed atop me, lithe as she wiggled about. My cock ached to bury into her. Deflowering virgins was something I lived for. Every day, a pretty virgin out in the world won the lotto and was brought to me, eager to have a God make a woman out of her.

Mary stretched out beside me, a flushed, satisfied smile on her face, then she bent over and gave me a brief kiss. “Go slow, Liza,” she advised. “Don't just jam your pussy on his cock. Let yourself stretch and give.”

“Yes, Grandma,” Liza said. Mary wasn't technically her grandmother, but we had an unusual family.

Desiree slid on the other side of her, stroking Liza's leg. “You'll love his cock, mi Florecita.”

“I know I will, Abuela.” Liza answered, then bent down, and gave Desiree a passionate kiss.

Alison pressed up behind Desiree, nuzzling her wife's neck. “I'm horny, wanna make me cum?”

Desiree rolled over. “I always do, mi Sirenita.”

“Oh, yes!” my mother moaned; Calypso had knelt before her, spreading her grandmother's thighs and burying her face between her legs. Marcelo knelt behind his wife, and buried his cock into Calypso's cunt; his eyes fixed on my mother's breasts.