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Subject: {ASSM} Gran Torino: In the Backseat of Grandpa Walt's Gran Torino [M/f, 1st, oral, reluc, Mdom]
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This story was inspired by the Clint Eastwood movie Gran Torino. I tried to
keep the writing in step with the character of the movie. Please forgive
some of the racist language used. If you've seen the movie, you'll
understand the ethnic slurs are in keeping with Clint Eastwood's character.

The moment I saw this scene in the movie, I lusted after Walt's
granddaughter Ashley, played by the lovely Dreama Walker. A Google image
search for her will provide plenty of jack off material, but unfortunately,
none of it very racy. (Why can't PETA get her to do one of those "I'd rather
go naked than wear fur" ads???)

The ending opens the door for plenty of possibilities for a sequel (for many
sequels), however as of this date, none have been written. I'm sad to say
I'm an excruciatingly slow writer. (I started writing this when the movie
came out on DVD last year!) :(

In any event, please enjoy this story. It's fully self-contained with no
cliff hangers. Your comments, hate mail, or constructive criticism are all
welcome and strongly encouraged.

Gran Torino

In the Backseat of Grandpa Walt's Gran Torino

by Baphomet
<mail.baphomet@gmail.com>

With a feeling of disgust welling up in his gut, Walt Kowalski surveyed his
home. The place was packed with people milling about in their Sunday best,
congregating around the food. His own useless son was fidgeting in the
corner with his family, looking lost as usual.

Walt grit his teeth in annoyance. This swarm of freeloaders brought little
comfort to him in this time of mourning. The loss of his wife left a hole in
his gut that stuck with him. It was a pain worse than anything he endured
during the war in Korea. Hell, he'd rather fight that war a thousand times
than feel pain like this. No one in this pathetic lot knew how he felt. They
disgusted him.

No one was paying attention to him. Their eyes were fixed on the food. They
were more intent on stuffing their faces than comforting a grieving old man.
That suited Walt just fine. To blazes with them!

With a pat on his thigh he caught the attention of Daisy, his loyal golden
retriever. Under the guise of taking her out for some air, he escaped the
gaggle of good-for-nothings in his living room. Outside, he took the
opportunity to savor one of life's finest guilty pleasures -- chewing
tobacco. Fresh air in his lungs and distance from the stagnant crowd in his
home made Walt feel renewed and reinvigorated.

However, his peace did not last long. A clamor next door broke the man's
brief respite. His new Vietnamese neighbors were having a party. A seemingly
endless parade of foreigners streamed into the small, broken-down house.

"Harrumph!" he exclaimed under his breath in disgust. "How many gooks can
ya' fit in one house?" He spit out a stream of tobacco-browned saliva in
protest.

Finding no solace on his own porch, Walt made his way up the driveway.
Disposing of the chewing tobacco, he headed to the garage to sneak a quick
smoke away from the judging eyes of his useless son. The last thing he
needed was another lecture about the "coffin nails".

When he entered the garage that housed his vintage 1972 Gran Torino, his
most coveted possession, Walt discovered that he was not alone. His
granddaughter, Ashley jumped at the sight of him. Instinctively, she tossed
her cigarette to the floor and pretended to adjust the curls in her hair.

She flashed her grandfather a nervous smile and attempted to distract him
from her smoking. "Wow! When'd you get the vintage car, grandpa?" she asked.

Walt Kowalski eyed the girl up and down. He had glowered at her
disapprovingly earlier that day during the funeral. The nerve of her!
Showing up at a funeral dressed like a burlesque dancer!

Ashley was wearing a short skirt, too short for Walt's tastes. It showed off
her shapely young legs. She wore the skirt low, leaving her navel exposed.
Her low-cut midriff drew your eyes to her belly button, decorated with a
jeweled piercing. The top was cut low enough to show off her firm young
breasts.

Walt felt a long-forgotten stirring in his loins as he eyed his
granddaughter. Her stomach was taught and firm. Her breasts were full and
round. Her face was just as pretty as her body. Long eyelashes batted at him
charmingly. Her full, round lips called to him.

Walt's heart began to beat faster. Blood rushed to his loins awakening him.
He felt a stirring inside him he hadn't felt for many years.

Without a word, he closed the garage door.

"1972," he answered her gruffly. He pulled back the car tarp to reveal the
vehicle's shining, freshly waxed exterior. After all these years, he had
kept it in mint condition. Even in the dimly lit garage, there was no
denying it was a thing of beauty.

Walt drew two cigarettes from his pocket, inserted them in his mouth and lit
them both. Eyeing his granddaughter lustfully, he handed her a lit
cigarette.

Ashley grinned. "You're alright, Grandpa Walt," she said as she took the
cigarette between her full, red lips and puffed on it.

Walt strolled over to the back of the garage and opened a cooler.

"I put the steering column in myself," he continued his story. "Right on the
line."

He pulled two beers out of the cooler. He opened one and offered the other
to his granddaughter. Ashley hesitated. Grandpa Walt has never been this
cool. He was always a real hard-liner. Was this some kind of test? She
looked at him nervously, afraid to act.

"Go ahead," he said. "I won't tell your parents. Even if they do find out,
you can just blame me. Your chicken shit dad wouldn't dare say a damn thing
to me about it." He winked at her.

Ashley laughed. He was right. She knew her father was scared shitless of
Grandpa Walt. She liked this cool new side to him. It felt good to have a
powerful friend that her father was afraid of. Especially one that would
give her cigarettes and beer. Maybe, he'd even let her have that cool,
vintage car instead of letting it waste away in a gloomy garage. She
pictured herself pulling up to her dorm in the Gran Torino. She'd be the
only one on campus with a car like that!

They laughed together. Ashley took a generous swig of beer. She put her hand
on her uncle's chest and massaged him gently. Walt felt his manhood tingle
at her touch.

"You're so cool, Grandpa Walt," she said sincerely. "Thank you." She got up
on her tip toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Well, you sure know how to make an old man happy," he said to her, smiling.

Ashley could swear she caught a glimpse of lust in his eyes. She had seen
boys look at her that way before. It was a look of hunger that usually meant
they were going to feel her up. "No, that's bullshit!" she thought to
herself and she dismissed the notion.

Walt stepped away from her for a moment and turned on the radio in the
garage. He dialed through the stations until he found one he liked.
"Unchained Melody" was in the middle of playing.

"How about a dance with your grandpa?" he said.

Ashley took another swig of beer. She smiled at him. "Okay!"

She let her cigarette drop to the ground after a final puff and put her arms
around the older man's neck. Walt put his hands on Ashley's bare waist. The
feel of her flesh against his was all his body needed to bring his dormant
cock back to life.

Ashley looked into her grandpa's eyes and smiled that beautiful smile of
hers. For a moment that seemed like an eternity, Walt saw his wife in
Ashley. She was as she looked fifty years ago, after the war. Oh how he
wanted her! He lusted for her. He lusted for Ashley!

Ashley pulled close and put her head against his chest. She felt the
strength of his heartbeat. His shirt smelled of a mix of bleach, musky
deoderant and sweat. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, taking his
manly scent into her. There was something about him... something attractive.
He was old, but he wasn't frail. In fact, he was stronger than her father,
physically and in character.

She buried her face in his chest, pressing her cheek against his taught
muscles. She pulled closer, letting his body press against the softness of
her breast. She brought a bare thigh forward against his leg, but this time,
she was in for a surprise! She could feel what was unmistakably a raging
hardon. Her thigh pressed into a thing of iron, threatening to rip through
Walt's pants. Oh God, he was magnificent! Nothing like those boys at school!

She looked up at him. He was eyeing her, but the look on his face was
strange. It was a combination of unrelenting desire and... fear!

"Grandpa Walt...." she whispered, almost involuntarily.

Her mind raced. This was crazy! He's her grandfather! All her life, she'd
been afraid of him! She feared him more than her own father! Yet, here she
was, her arms around his neck, pressing her chest into him, feeling the
hardness of his cock against her bare thigh.

Maybe the beer was beginning to have its effect on her. For reasons she
couldn't even explain to herself, Ashley pushed her face into his. As their
lips touched, she opened hers and gently caressed her grandfather's with her
tongue, inviting him in.

Before she knew it, Walt's tongue was down her throat, exploring her mouth
eagerly. She took him in and felt the taste of beer and tobacco, feeling
strangely turned on by the disgusting combination.

With their mouths fully open, their tongues danced around each other's. Walt
explored deeply and greedily into her mouth, savoring the forbidden taste of
his own flesh and blood. The thought of it, the taboo against what he was
doing, it only served to fuel his lust. He felt his cock grow immeasurably
rigid. He consciously rubbed it against Ashley's bare thigh, enjoying the
feel of her flesh.

Then, suddenly, to the surprise of them both, Ashley did the unthinkable.
Maybe it was the beer clouding her better judgement, or maybe it was her
inexperience with boys and her insatiable curiosity about what real men were
like. For whatever the reason, she reached down and lay her hand on Walt's
throbbing hardon. She pressed her palm firmly against him and caressed its
length through his pants.

Grandpa Walt's size and rigidity surprised her. She had fooled around with
high school boys, but Grandpa Walt was a man. His cock felt almost as thick
as a cucumber and as hard as steel. It both frightened her and aroused her
at the same time. What would it be like? Would it hurt? Probably. Would it
feel good? Definitely.

Walt's hands found their way under the bottom of her blouse and up to her
firm, teenage breasts. He fondled her roughly through the fabric of her bra,
all the while forcing as much tongue down her throat as he could. He thrust
his hips forward aggressively, trying to satisfy his cock's yearning to be
touched.

Ashley's hands stroked the rigid organ through his pants. She gasped for air
as she felt her heart race out of control. Her body tingled with electricity
at every touch. Her own grandpa! It was disgusting and it sent shivers down
her spine. The sick taste of beer, tobacco and old man added to her disgust,
but at the same time... she had never been more turned on in her life.
Disgust turned to lust. The more she was repulsed by the idea, the more she
wanted it.

Walt slammed the young girl back against the driver's side door of the Gran
Torino. It gave an audible "thump" as she slammed against it. He hiked her
bra roughly up without unfastening it, exposing her breasts. Hungrily, he
took them into his mouth, suckling the erect nipples, tracing them with his
tongue.

Ashley continued to feel him up through his pants. She grasped his rod
firmly in her hand and squeezed him, still impressed by his his size and
rigidity.

A moment of clarity overtook Walt through the haze of lust his brain had
been enshrouded in. He lifted his head from his granddaughter's breasts and
started to back away. He looked at her, half naked, her breasts dripping
with his saliva. Her hair was disheveled and she was breathing heavily. Her
bare legs were spread wide open and he noticed one hand was up her skirt,
fondling herself. He could catch a glimpse of her pink panties.

"Grandpa Walt?" she asked. "Why are you stopping?"

He glowered at her. He shot her a fierce look of disapproval, the same one
he gave her in church.

"My granddaughter is a whore," he thought to himself silently.

"You ever sucked a man's cock before?" He asked her bluntly.

"Wh... What?" She was taken aback by his question. "No!" she lied.

He growled under his breath. He could tell she was full of shit.

"Get on your knees," he ordered.

Ashley hesitated. Kissing and feeling each other up was one thing. Did she
really want to take the next step? Her mind reeled with the reality of what
she was getting into. Her own grandpa. Her father's father.... but her own
curiosity seized her mind. The feel of his thick, rigid cock was fresh in
her memory. She had sucked off boys at school before, but they were nothing
like Grandpa Walt. She wanted to know what it looked like. What would it
feel like? What it would it taste like? How would it make her feel?

She obeyed without protest.

Walt unbuckled his belt. He stepped closer to her and unzipped his zipper.
Ashley looked up at him with those beautiful doe eyes. Her lips were
slightly parted. She was ready for him.

He gave his pants a downward tug, releasing his manhood. It bounced in the
air, surprising Ashley and nearly slapping her in the face. She marveled at
its length and girth. He was bigger in every way than the boys she had seen
at school.

"Make yer grandpa proud, Ashley," Walt said. He took his cock in his hand
and offered it to her.

Ashley wrapped her fingers around the old man's member. She squeezed it
gently and began to jerk him off. She experimentally gave the cock head a
few kisses, then she licked him with her tongue.

"C'mon, you can do better than that," Walt snarled impatiently.

He grabbed the back of her head and shoved his cock down her mouth. He began
forcefully face-fucking her. He ignored her muffled cries of protest as he
shoved his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth.

Ashley resisted at first, trying hard to push the older man off of her, but
it was useless. She quickly gave up on all attempts to resist him and
instead, tried to relax and take as much of his cock as she could. She began
using her tongue to stimulate him, flicking it around his cockhead as it
entered her mouth. Instead of trying to push him away from her, she lowered
her hands to his legs and caressed his thighs. She gently massaged his balls
as he continued to face fuck her.

Soon, Walt took his hands off her head. Ashley pulled her mouth off his dick
and gasped for air, but she quickly went back to licking his cock. She ran
her mouth up and down his shaft. She took him gently into her mouth and ran
circles around his cockhead with her tongue. She darted those beautiful doe
eyes up at him with a look of revulsion as she licked his cock.

"See? You know what to do!" Walt praised her mockingly. "All you needed was
a little motivation."

As Ashley sucked his cock, Walt felt his need building within him. The feel
of her tongue on his cock, the warmth of her mouth, the sound of her
slurping, practically choking on his manhood -- it was all too much for him.
He never intended for things to go this far, but his desire for her now
completely overrode his judgement. He needed to be inside her. He had to
feel the tightness of her pussy. He was so close to fucking her, he could
feel it.

He grabbed her by the arm and forced her to her feet.

"Git up," he snarled, teeth gnashed.

"Grandpa Walt!? Did I do something wrong?" Ashley was frightened close to
tears. "Didn't you like it?"

He yanked her close and kissed her greedily on the lips, forcing his tongue
as far down her throat as it would go. It was more for his pleasure than for
hers. She was nothing but an object to him. A means to an end.

He reached down and pulled her panties aside. Two fingers bolted up her
pussy. She was wet. Dripping wet.

Ashley began to moan. No one had ever fingered her before. It felt so good,
better than when she did it to herself.

"Oh yeah, you like that don't you, you little whore?" Walt whispered huskily
into her ear.

Ashley could only manage a nod.

Walt felt Ashley's vaginal muscles spasm around his fingers as he stroked
them back and forth. Her whole body was quaking under him. He quickly pulled
open the back door of his Gran Torino and threw her in the back seat. Her
legs were spread wide, the panties pushed to the side. Her pussy was
throbbing and her love juices were oozing out of it.

She was ready.

Walt stood before his granddaughter and looked down on her. His cock was
harder than it had been in decades. It pointed unerringly at its target.
Walt lowered himself onto her. He let his cockhead slowly part Ashley's
warm, moist lips. Her juices were flowing freely and allowed him easy
passage into her depths. He paused before letting the shaft drive into her.
He placed his hands on her shoulders and pinned her to the back seat of his
Gran Torino. Walt looked her in the eyes.

"You ever been fucked before?" He asked.

"N..no," she said.

"You sure?" Walt said, doubting her.

"I've never been fucked before, Grandpa Walt!" She insisted. "I'm a virgin!"

"Harumph!" was his only reply. "This is gonna hurt."

With no further warning he thrust his cock into her, tearing open her
virginity, letting her blood stain his manhood. His hand quickly darted to
her mouth and muffled her pain-driven scream. He continued to pump his cock
into her, driving it deeper with each thrust.

"That's it, you prissy little bitch," he said gruffly. "Take it like a
whore."

He quickened his pace, pumping her faster and harder. The sound of his balls
slapping against her ass grew louder and louder. The sound filled the
garage. Walt's hand continued to muffle Ashley's cries. Tears began
streaming down her face.

This only served to fuel Walt's lust. His cock felt like it was growing
impossibly harder. Lust filled his mind and clouded his thoughts. He wanted
to make this bitch scream. He pulled his cock all the way out of her pussy,
then thrust it back, as deep as he could. Ashley let out another muffled
shriek as her grandpa's iron rod pierced deeply into her birth canal. Walt
pulled out and then thrust into her again, then again and again.

With one hand, he tore her panties from her body, ripping the fabric. He
wadded them up and stuffed them into his granddaughter's mouth. With both
hands now free, he grasped her shoulders firmly and pinned her down on the
backseat of the Gran Torino. Walt then began a merciless assault on her
virgin pussy.

He began pumping his cock into her in steady, rhythmic thrusts. Going slowly
at first, he soon quickened his pace. Soon, the old man was gasping and
wheezing, fucking her like a jackrabbit. Ashley dug her fingers into the
upholstery of the Gran Torino, threatening to dig her nails through the
material. She clutched it tightly as she endured her grandfather's assault.
Her body writhed and spasmed at the combination of pleasure and pain.

"You like that, don't you, bitch?" Walt asked her cruelly. Muffled whimpers
were the only reply Ashley could give. "That's it, bitch. You like being
Grandpa's little whore, don't you?"

Ashley nodded her head emphatically as she gave a muffled "Mm-hmm" through
the wad of panties stuffed in her mouth.

"Now, I'm gonna show you how me and the boys fucked whores like you in
Korea," Walt said gruffly. He gave her pussy another slam with his cock,
then pulled out with an audible pop. "Roll, over whore," Walt commanded.

As soon as Ashley got to her knees, Walt gave her ass a slap. He pulled her
tight little butt cheeks apart and eyed her rosy asshole.

"Oh, yeah," Walt said admiringly. He stuck his thumb up her ass and tested
its tightness. "I'll have to remember that one for next time."

Walt mounted his teenage granddaughter and slipped his iron-hard cock into
the dripping wet depths of her virgin pussy. Her pussy clenched his cock
tight like a vice. He buried his thick member as deep as he could. His cock
pried apart her tight vaginal walls with each thrust. He was determined to
bury himself deep inside his granddaughter's body.

Ashley managed to expel the wad of panties from her mouth. Every time her
grandfather drove his massive shaft into her, it felt like she was going to
split in two. She reached around for anything she could grab and clutched
tightly in a vain attempt to mitigate the pain. She cried out with each
thrust, no longer giving a damn if the whole world heard her.

"Oh God! Grandpa Walt! Y-you... you're tearing me apart!" she screamed.
"You're fucking amazing! Oh God! Fuck me! Fuck your whore!"

With that, Walt buried his cock down to the hilt. He pulled back on her hips
with every thrust. He steadily quickened his pace thrusting faster and
faster. Soon, he was moving at a blinding speed. His heart felt as though it
would beat through his chest. He could fill a tingling deep in his balls. He
needed to fuck her harder, faster, deeper.

"Fuck!" Ashley cried. "Fuck me... Ohh... Eugh!!!" She could no longer make
out words as she cried out in a combination of pleasure mixed with pain.

Walt pulled back slightly and then buried his cock deep into Ashley's
vagina. He could feel his balls erupt. His entire body spasmed as he
unleashed load after load of thick, sticky cum deep into his granddaughter's
body.

Ashley felt a shot of what felt like burning acid inside her. Jolt after
jolt of hot semen filled her. She could feel every load being shot deep
inside her body, filling her with warmth, inseminating her, maybe even
making her pregnant. A mixture of love juices began to flow from her pussy.
Walt pulled out his slowly deflating cock. He quickly closed her legs to
keep the cum from flowing out.

He scooted up next to her and brought his cock to her face.

"You clean that off," he said, more gently this time.

Ashley obeyed licking off the salty mixture of her pussy juices and his cum.

"You keep those legs closed to keep the juices in," Walt said. He gave his
granddaughter a passionate kiss sharing his tongue with her. He felt his
cock harden just slightly. He fondled her breasts, so firm and small --
perfect little handfuls.

Walt got up and put on his pants. He lit two cigarettes and handed one to
his granddaughter.

They smoked in silence. Ash straightened out her clothes and hair and tried
to make herself look presentable. She could feel her grandfather's cum
inside her. Her pussy leaked with every step she took.

The newfound lovers embraced. Walt gave Ashley another long kiss before
sending her back to the party.

He left a little bit after her, so as not to draw suspicion. The torn
remnants of her panties were tucked safely in his pocket. He held it
secretly as he looked around the front of his house.

Ashley had awakened a part of him that had been asleep for years. He looked
at the world with new eyes. His gaze turned at the crowd of people milling
about his house. He locked his gaze on his daughter-in-law. It's a wonder
that idiot son of his had any children at all. A putz like that probably
doesn't know how to handle a beautiful woman. Walt toyed with the notion of
showing her what it was like to be fucked by a real man.

His thoughts were interrupted by a procession of people entering the house
next door. Pfah! "More gooks," he thought to himself. Then a beautiful young
girl caught his eye. She opened the door to the house, welcoming the guests.
She caught sight of him staring at her. She smiled warmly and waved. Then
went in the house.

Walt felt a throbbing in his pants.

"Not bad for a gook," Walt thought. "Not bad at all...."

The image of the exotic young woman next door occupied his thoughts. He felt
his cock begin to stir again. Walt wandered back to the house and saw Ashley
from across the room. He approached her and put his hand on her shoulder. He
whispered into her ear.

"Tell your parents you want to spend the night," he told her. "You know, to
help me 'mourn'."

They smiled....
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