Innocence Undone

I kissed Becky on the forehead and settled her down for the night. It had been a long drive up from Cornwall. Becky's mum, my daughter Mary, had asked me to look after her for a week while she went on a business trip. The trip itself was not unusual nor was the callous way that Mary had just dumped Becky and left, seemingly forgetting that it was Becky's 18th birthday tomorrow.

But why should I be surprised? Since the day Becky was born she had been brought up by a governess who believed in all things Victorian when it came to bringing up a young girl. Educated to a good standard in all things academic but with absolutely no idea of how to enjoy anything. She even dressed Becky in long shapeless dresses from her neck to the floor and clumpy everlasting shoes. I would be surprised if Becky even knew what a boy was let alone anything about the facts of life.

For the past twelve years I had gone to Cornwall on my annual holiday. Mary and her husband Jack were always too busy to spend anything but passing time with me or Becky. And while it gave me time to get to know my granddaughter, Doris, the governess never left us alone, and she always made sure that Becky obeyed her rules. So Becky and I did our best to have a laugh and joke behind her back. Under such a restrictive upbringing Becky would grab at any opportunity to be close to someone. One thing I never allowed Doris to stop, was our relationship as grandfather and granddaughter. And that is all it was. And that was all the affection Becky ever got. She certainly never got any from her mother or father.

Then a year ago Jack had a heart attack and died. Mary went straight back to work because, as she put it, she had to work for two people now. Becky saw less and less of her mother if that was at all possible. Then two months ago Doris retired. Mary had tried to find another governess but they were all far too young and modern to take care of her daughter. "A bad influence." Mary said.

Then out of the blue last week Mary rang me and asked if I could look after Becky for a week while she went a business trip. Of course I agreed. It would be nice to see her without the restricting Doris being around. And anyway it had been lonely in this big house since my wife died ten years ago.

"Morning poppy." Becky said. Her hair was up in it's usual Victorian bun and she wore her usual shapeless grey dress.

"Morning baby girl and happy birthday." I said, "Though not a baby anymore at 18 you're a young woman now."

She came over to me and pecked me on the cheek which was a habit we got into to annoy Doris. "I will always be your baby girl poppy." she said sitting at the breakfast bar.

I handed her scrambled egg on toast and sat opposite her. "How about we go into the city today and buy you a new dress?" I suggested, "Then tonight I will take you out for a birthday dinner."

"Oh yes please poppy." She smiled, "That would be wonderful."

"But you must not tell mummy about your new clothes. You know what she is like with modern things. We can keep them just for when you come to visit me. Okay?"

"Ok poppy." she smiled, "Our little secret."

I could probably have taken her to a local store and bought a dress but I know absolutely nothing about women's clothing so decided to go to a posh store in the city.

"Do you have a personal shopper?" I asked the approaching assistant.

"Yes Sir if you will come this way." She replied

She took us to a small section at the side of the store where she introduced me to a young woman in her late twenties I would guess.

"Hello." She said holding out her hand, "My name is Angela and I am your personal shopper."

"Good morning Angela," I said shaking the proffered hand, "My name is George and this young lady is my granddaughter Becky. It is her 18th birthday today and I want to take her out for a birthday dinner tonight." I led her slightly away from Becky and added softly , "As you can see she has been completely neglected by her mother regarding any fashion sense. So could you guide her through all the process of having her hair done make up and all the sort of girly stuff that I have no idea about."

"It would be my pleasure George." she said with a big smile.

I handed Angela my gold card, "Becky, Angela is going to spoil you terribly and get you ready for our dinner tonight."

Becky looked at Angela shyly and then with a beaming smile said, "Thank you poppy." and kissed me on the cheek.

"I have some business to do so this is my mobile number call me when your done," I said and then I left.

Two and half hours later I went to pick her up and was completely shocked by what I saw. "My God! She is beautiful." I said looking at Angela who had a huge smile on her face.

"She is a naturally gorgeous young woman George. We have just brought that out a little."

Becky looked just totally stunning. Her hair was done in flowing waves down past her shoulders, her face delicately made up and the dress she wore showed every bit of her wonderful body. Huge breasts slim waist and hips that curved down to long slender legs finished off with 3" high heels.

"Stunning." I said "Absolutely stunning. Thank you so much."

Angela handed me the wireless keypad and I clicked in my pin number and then we left, promising to return another day.

"I think I need to sit down." I said to Becky, "I am in shock, you are totally stunning. Lets have lunch and then we can go home and you can tell me all about your day."

"Do I really look nice poppy?" She asked shyly.

"Nice?" I asked, "You look just stunning. I would never have known you had such a gorgeous face and your body is, well, perfect."

"Really!" she said looking at me and then lowering her eyes, embarrassed.

"Hold your head up baby girl. Don't be shy and never ever be embarrassed about your body. Look around you. Who are all the men looking at?"

She took a quick look around and then innocently asked, "Why are they looking at me like that poppy?"

"Because you are a gorgeous women. Don't be embarrassed. Be proud. Undo the top button on your dress and then look them in the face and give them a nice smile." She undid the button and it seemed like her breasts just wanted to jump out and be free.

As we walked through the shopping centre she became more and more relaxed. I lost count of how many men I saw smiling back at her. We stopped at a local café and I ordered sandwiches and coffee. We sat for nearly an hour and I just couldn't take my eyes off her. She just kept smiling and turning to watch the men as they passed by.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" I asked as we drove home.

"Oh yes poppy." she beamed, "I like men looking at me like that. It makes me feel all funny down there.

"Down where?" I asked. It truly was an innocent question.

"Down here." She replied pushing her hands between her legs.

"Oh. Right." I said. I could feel a stirring in my pants. "I meant when you were shopping baby girl."

"Oh Angela was really nice. She said that I needed to get this."

With my eyes on the road I again missed what she was talking about. As I turned to look at her she undid two more buttons on her dress revealing her enormous tits.

"This." She said pulling at the lacy bra. "She said I need a bra because I had 38 double D breasts. Angela helped me put it on. I couldn't reach the clips it was ever so hard. I will need help taking it off. Do you like it?"

Feeling a rising erection I thought it best to drop the conversation. "OK well you can tell me the rest when we get home. It wont be long."

She didn't do the buttons up and I found it almost impossible not to keep looking at those wonderful mounds bouncing around for the remaining fifteen minute drive home.

Once we got home I looked at Becky, "You truly are a gorgeous sexy woman. Is that a lace bra you have?"

"Yes it feels nice but a bit tight." She said with a smile, "The lace is really soft, here feel it."

I moved over to her and felt the lace, my fingers brushing her soft flesh. It was a half cup bra and her nipples were almost showing over the top and my fingers slipped between her flesh and the lace, I felt her shudder slightly. "Why don't you undo the rest of the buttons so I can get a good look at those wonderful tits of yours."

"Tits poppy, do you mean my breasts?" she said undoing the remaining two buttons, the dress now undone to just above her naval.

I rubbed my hand over those mounds. "Tits breasts boobs it's all the same baby girl. But yours are just so firm for their size." I was now cupping underneath the bra and moving my hand to the other one I was now feeling the weight of them.

"I am glad you like them poppy. It makes me feel all funny down there when you do that." She smiled.

"And when I do this." I said as I brushed her nipple, "How does that feel?"

"Oh that really feels nice poppy. That makes her tingle lots."

"Her?" I asked quizzically

"Down here." She said, and once again put her hand between her legs.

"Oh you mean your pussy."

"Oh is that what it's called poppy." she said smiling, "All Doris ever said was only a slut and nasty girls would touch themselves down there."

"But you did it anyway didn't you?" I smiled

Becky looked at me as though she was going to get told off. "Sometimes." She replied shyly, "Does that make me slut."

"Did it make you feel nice?" I asked, "Did you tingle all over?"

"Oh yes poppy it made me feel all warm and happy inside. Just like you are now."

I was still playing with her tits and paying special attention to her now erect nipples. "Then if it makes you feel so good it must be good to be a slut. But if you want to be a good little slut you should never do it alone. You should always ask first so that I can enjoy it as well and you can show me how big a slut you can be."

"Oh poppy your so good to me." she said and threw her arms around my neck holding me tight. "I will be the best slut in the world for you poppy." As she moved back she looked down at my raging erection. "What is that poppy do you have something in your pocket. Oh it's moving poppy what is it show me please poppy."

"Not just yet baby girl. Do you have matching panties to go with your lacy bra?"

"Oh yes. Do you want to see? Feel how soft they are poppy." She said and lifted her dress right up, showing me her lacy panties and the wet patch that was growing.

I went to my knees and ran my hand up her inner thigh. As I reached the V she automatically spread her legs wider showing me her full mound. Pubic hair sprouted from the side of the panties and the smell of arousal was thick. I ran my fingers over the lace and then slipped my finger inside the garment, brushing her puffy pussy lips.

I pulled the panties to one side and breathed in the heady aroma of cunt juice. "Does your cunt always flood like this baby girl?"

"What's a cunt poppy?"

"This is baby girl." I said slipping the tip of my finger into those virgin lips, "This is your pussy your cunt your fuck hole. All good sluts know how to use there cunt baby girl."

"I want to be a really good slut poppy. Will you show me how to play with my cunt properly and how to make you happy."

"Oh yes baby girl I will show you how to be poppy's slut whore. And how to make me happy." I said pushing my finger in slightly further till I found her bud. "Is this what you play with to get those lovely feelings?"

"Yes poppy but it feels so much better when you do it." She moaned, "Oh poppy." She moaned and had to spread her legs wider to stop from falling over.

"Your wet cunt is leaving marks on your new panties you better take them off baby girl."

"Ok poppy." She said. A moment later she dropped them to the floor where I picked them up and held them to my nose. The heady scent making me high..

" Why don't you take your dress off and show me how you play with your cunt baby girl."

"I would like that poppy. I think I am going to like being your slut."

She handed me the dress, "Can you play with my tits like before poppy it feels much nicer that way. But I can't undo the bra. Could you do it for me?"

"Of course baby girl." I was shaking at the site of this gorgeous young woman and her asking me to play with her tits while she finger fucked herself turned me on enormously. My erection was becoming painful but I knew I needed to be patient.

I lay her on the settee and then sat at her feet." Now spread your legs as wide as you can and play with that slut cunt like a good little whore."

"What's a whore poppy?"

"Whore is another word for slut baby girl." I said as I once again started squeezing those glorious mounds.

"Then I will be your slut and your whore poppy."

"Oh yes baby girl. And my cock sucker and cum drinker and my little arse fucker. I will teach you how to be the perfect whore and you will do any whore thing I ask you to do wont you baby girl?"

"Oh yes poppy oh yes what's happening to me poppy? I feel all weak and shaking."

It suddenly hit me that Becky had never had an orgasm. I slipped to the floor and pulled her around. "Be ready baby girl for the true pleasure of being my little whore slut." And I dived into her sopping wet cunt hole delving deep with my probing tongue. Pushing her legs wide so I could see and smell everything.

She gasped out loud, "Oh poppy ohm goood what are you doing to me?"

"I am making you my slut. Beg me to make you my slut you fucking whore."

"Oh poppy oh yes I want to be your slut poppy please make me your slut whore poppy please ohhhhhh..."

As her orgasm hit her she arched her back off the settee and screamed long and very loud, but I didn't stop, I couldn't stop, I didn't want to stop. I was claiming her. She was going to be my perfect little cock sucking fucking whore and I would make sure that we both enjoyed it in every single way.

"Oh my god poppy what was that. I just exploded in my slut cunt. What was that?"

"That was an orgasm and you can have one every time you play with your slut fuck hole baby girl. Now you can lick all your cunt juice off my face."

As she sat up she looked angelic. Innocent with a huge satisfied smile. She pulled my head close and tentatively licked at the cunt juice on my face. "Oh that taste quite nice poppy. A bit sharp at first but sweet as well." With that she was licking as much as she could get.

"One thing is for certain baby girl. We need to shave that cunt hair of yours. Just a nice trim will do. Then we better get ready to go for dinner. Your panties are soaked so you better leave them off."

I trimmed her cunt for her leaving her with an landing strip. She got dressed and I told her to leave half the buttons undone. This made the lace of her bra show above the dress and her tits show above the bra just about hiding her nipples. I got changed into casual wear and we drove into town. The walk from the car park to the restaurant was interesting to say the least.

"I like it when men look at me poppy. It makes my cunt all wet and throbbing."

"Think what they would say if they knew you were not wearing any panties." Becky laughed and tugged on my arm. "Don't forget, look them straight in the face and smile. And also remember if you bend down even slightly they will see your slut nipples."

All through the meal the pain of my newly throbbing erection made it almost impossible for me to sit still. The waiters just kept staring at her and the wine waiter almost overfilled Becky's glass as she stared into his eyes, which of course were glued to her huge tits as they rose and fell with her breathing. My erection also made it impossible to leave the table as it was the only thing hiding it from public view.

"Oh poppy all these men smiling at me is making me so wet I think I may be wetting my dress. I need the orgasm poppy I need to finger my slut cunt." Becky said quietly.

"Your turning into a really good whore baby girl. Why don't you go to the ladies and finger that slut hole for a minute. Then wipe it with tissue then we can go home."

"Oh thank you poppy." she said jumping out of her seat.

"But no orgasm you whore. You can have that when we get home. Understand?"

"Oh poppy I need an orgasm so bad."

"Don't worry baby girl you will have all the orgasms you need when we get home."

"Promise?" She asked childishly

"Promise baby girl. And you know I never break a promise."

She went off to get some relief not knowing that she had been sent away so that I could calm my cock down so we could walk out without me tripping over it. While she was gone I paid the bill and the moment she got back we left and walked back to the car.

"Did you finger your slut cunt then you whore?" I asked

"Yes poppy. It was strange I got so excited I nearly had an orgasm before I touched her. Just hearing people coming in and out of the toilet. But I didn't. I was a good slut for you poppy."

"Well done baby girl." I said as we got into the car. "Now why don't you get those tits out and play with them and finger fuck that hot little cunt hole of yours but no orgasm."

"Ok poppy." she said and turned so that I would be able to see what she was doing. Just like a good little whore. As we drove home I wondered how many other 61 year old men would be watching their 18 year old granddaughter play with their cunt and tits like Becky was. What was really strange was I felt no guilt or remorse whatsoever. It all seemed just so natural, so normal.

By the time we got home she was using three fingers in her hole as I instructed and was desperate to orgasm but she held it off.

Once inside I told her to take her clothes off so I could get a good look at her sopping wet whore cunt hole.

She did as instructed like an eager lover. "Can you do the bra for me poppy?"

I moved behind her and unclipped the bra. Then I pulled her to me and put my arm around her reaching for her nipple with one hand while the other dropped between her legs to find a sopping wet pussy hole and a clit that was throbbing for orgasm.

She moaned loudly and leaned against me, knees trembling. "You have that thing in your pocket again poppy. What is it?"

"Reach round and take hold of it baby girl. That's it, now rub it up and down. That's it. That feels so good. My little whore is a quick learner and for that you deserve an orgasm."

I pinched hard on her nipple and thrust my fingers hard into her fuck hole rubbing hard on her clit with my thumb. As she reached her climax she moaned loudly and then rose to a scream.

"Oh poppy, oh make me orgasm poppy oooohhhhh yesssss ohhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhgggg poppy poppy..."

Her legs gave way and she would have fallen if I hadn't leaned back on the breakfast bar and held her up. All the time her hips were thrusting forward on my hand faster and faster. "Yes." I thought to myself, "This little whore is learning fast."

As she calmed down I lifted her up and carried her to the settee. Sitting her down and then sat beside her. As she recovered her eyes went to the bulge in my trousers. "What is it poppy?" She asked, "It's not a stick because it moves on it's own and I heard you moan when I took hold of it. Can I see it, please poppy please."

"Ok you little whore get it out and see."

Like a child with a present she pulled open the zip and then reached inside for 'the stick' "Oh poppy." she gasped, "It's huge. What is it?"

I stood in front of her. She looked up and without instruction pulled my trousers and boxers down. As they hit the floor she looked closely at my throbbing erection. "What is it poppy. It's moving."

"It's my cock. My fuck stick and it's throbbing because you have been such a good whore. You know that feeling you get in your slut cunt when your excited?"

"Yes poppy it's like a heartbeat."

"Well this is my 'heartbeat' if you like. When you get all hot you get wet and then you will go on to have your orgasm and you will spray your cunt juices down your legs. Well when I come I shoot out white juice, and if you're a really good whore you will lick it all up, and when you get better you will take this in your mouth and suck all that juice out of me and swallow it as good whores do."