My name is Trisha, and I just turned fifteen. It was a cold, rainy Saturday, and I was standing in the kitchen washing dishes, when I starting thinking about Grampa. He’s dead now, but I really had some fun times when I went to his apartment every weekend, but it was the things we did in private that I really missed.

My story begins when I was thirteen. I had just started spending weekends with my step-grandfather. Without asking me, my parents decide, that I need to help him with some household chores. It seems that he was getting old, forgetful, and his small apartment was always messy. I hate the whole idea of course, because I would rather be left alone, play, explore, and learn about life. I grumbled, and cussed under my breath that first Saturday as we drove to Grandpa’s place.

I just knew that I would have to spend the entire day, dusting, moping, and doing the dreaded dishes. When we pulled into his driveway, Grampa was in his porch swing wafting for us.

I got out of the car, and went toward him, smiling, and trying to look happy to see him.

He put his arms out to me as I approach him and said, “Hi sweety, how’s my favorite pumpkin today.”

I leaned into his arms gave him and hug and said, “Hi Grampa, fine I guess.”

He gave me kiss on the check and asked, “Okay, what’s the matter sweetheart?”

I looked around to see where my parents were before I replied. I saw them busy getting cleaning supplies out of the trunk. I got close to Gramp’s ear and answer, “I really don’t want to be here to do your housework. Gross, do I have too?”

He gave me a funny look, then looks toward the car and whispers, “Let’s wait until they are gone, then we can talk, okay.”

I giggle and say, “Oh boy, does Grampa have a surprise for me?”

He didn’t say anything in response, because mom and dad were on the porch.

My father looks at him and says, “Hi dad, I don’t know if you remember our conversation, but Janice and I thought that maybe you would like Trisha to help you with housework. I know she isn’t very old, but she can be a big help.” Dad then glances at me and said, “Now you mind grandpa and do what he says, or you’ll be punished when you get home.”

I frown, and answer, “I hear yah, I will behave, I promise.”

Mom then gave me a hug and said, “That’s my girl. Well we need to get going; we’ll return around four o’clock to pick you up. Trisha, try and have a good time, okay?”

I hug both of them and reply, “I will good-bye”

I then sat on the porch swing as Grampa told them goodbye. He joined me, as we watch the car drive out of sight. He then winks and says, “I don’t know about you, but I hate housework.”

I pout, and glare at him in anger. “You’re not the only one; it wasn’t my idea to come help you today.”

Grampa laughed saying, “Aww, honey, don’t give me that sad face. I have a surprise for you.”

My eyes lit up and I smile, “You do, what is it, tell me Grampa, I can’t wait!”

He took my hand and said, “Why don’t I show it to you?”

We walk into his small apartment. Once inside, I look around, the place is clean and tidy.

Grampa put his arm around my shoulder and asks, “Well, what do you think…not bad for an ole man huh?”

I giggle, jump, and confess, “Wow, I thought I’d be all day cleaning for you.”

His eyes twinkle with excitement. “Well I know how your parents are always bugging. It seems they don’t give you time to be a kid, but then again, you not a kid anymore…you’re turning into a beautiful young lady.”

I flew into his arms, and kiss him all over his face while yelling, “Thanks Grampa!” I then gave him one of my serious looks, and asks, “What do you mean, I’m not a kid anymore, Uh-huh, I sure am!”

He pulls me onto his lap and explains, “Trisha, I notice your body is starting to change. I bet you got bigger bumps for tits too. Can we play a little game sugar?”

My eyes lit up and I giggle and squeal, “I love games!”

Grampa got real serious for a moment and said, “First thing we need to do is keep this game our little secret. Can you do that?”

I clap my hand, and shout, “Yessss, I love keeping secrets, especially from mom and dad! What do we do to start this game?”

Grampa ran his hand down my back and suggested,”I start, by trying to guess what color panties you have on dear. If I am right, you don’t have to show me, but if I am, you must take them off and show me, okay.”

I trusted him, so without hesitation I reply, “Oh this sounds like fun, okay what color undies am I wearing?”

Grampa frowns, acts like he is thinking hard, then said, “Yellow ones with Pokka dots.”

I laugh so hard I almost fell off his lap. I stood up yelled, “You’re wrong, they are blue” and removed my shorts to prove it. Do I have to take em off?”

He licks his lips, and said, “Yes, it’s part of the game.”

So, I remove them, standing before him in just my t-shirt as I didn’t wear a bra.

Grampa eyes lit up and he acted kind of funny and I see him grab his crotch. I wonder to myself then said, “What in heck is wrong with you?”

He stops and didn’t do anything but smile and reply, “Oh nothing, I’m just looking at your nice body. You are becoming a young woman honey.” He paused…..”Ah….ah, can you take off your shirt and let me see all of you, I bet you’re really pretty when you don’t have clothes on.”

I flash him a frown and ask, “Is this part of the game?”

He fiddles with his hands and said, “Yes, it’s part of the game. I tell you what, if I remove my shirt will you.”

I giggle and reply, “Well you should, after all you didn’t guess right.”

He smiles and admits, “Well Trisha, you got me there.” He took it off then suggests, “Want to remove yours now?”

I wink at him and squeal, “How about I guess what color your undies are? If I am wrong, you need to remove them!”

His eyes lit up, and he smiles which tells me he really likes this game. “Okay, guess what color they are,” he giggles.

I shift my weight, smirk and answer, “White, men always wear white undies.’

Grampa stands up, unzips his pants, takes them and his undies off and yells, “Wrong, they are red!”

We are both naked. As I look at him, I get this funny feeling inside my private area, like I do when I rub it. You see, my girlfriend Tammy, taught me how to do it when I spent the night at her house. She calls it masturbating; I just know it makes me feel real good all over when I play with myself.

Grampa must see that I begin to act funny, because he asks, “What’s wrong Trisha?”

I look at him, thinking I have done something wrong and answer, “I don’t know. . .I feel kind of funny.”

He came over put his arm around me and told me to sit down on the sofa. “Where do you feel that way, baby.”

I must have gave him a scared look because he said, “Aww, you can tell me after all it’s our secret game.”

I smile then and confess, “My private area is all tingly and wet.”

He answers, “You are becoming a lady baby. That private area between your legs is what I call a pussy.”

I laugh and gave a big sigh of relief. “I know that silly, I’m just being carefully. I’m not supposed use that word, momma says it’s a bad to use it.”

Grampa laughs, “It’s not a bad word honey, that is what grown ups call it. You’re right about being careful, but you can use it around me ok.”

He sits there holding me and running his hands across my back. It really feels good too, but I notice his pecker if getting hard.

I point to his cock, laugh out-loud and say, “Grampa why is your pecker getting hard?”

He blushes and admits, “It’s because you’re pretty sexy without clothes honey. When men see a nice looking woman, their peckers as you call it, get hard.”

I watch it closely and confess, “My girlfriend has this book about men and woman and it shows what happens to them when they are feeling sexy. Are you feeling that way about me Grampa?”

He answers, “Yes baby. Oh if I could just touch you….will you let me baby. I can show you another way how to feel good.”

Since I trust him, I don’t hesitate and squeal, “You can, show me how!”

He kissed my cheek and then suggests, “It would be more comfortable for us to do this on my bed.”

Grampa picks me up and walks toward his bed.

While in his arms, I can feel my heart beating like crazy in anticipation. When he lays me down, I wonder what he is going to do and if we should be doing anything.

I can remember momma telling me not to let a man touch me like this. However, this is Grampa, he makes me feel very special, and that can’t be wrong. Although I don’t completely understand what is happening, I let him touch me.

I think he senses my apprehension. “You’re Grandpa’s sweet special girl. Don’t be afraid, I won’t harm you, this will be fun. Just remember, it’s our secret.”

I relax a little and say, “I like being your girl Grampa. My lips are zipped, I won’t tell anyone, even my girlfriend.”

He spoke with a soft reassuring voice as he says, “Good! Now, spread your legs, Grampa wants to kiss your pussy.”

I spread them, and when I feel his breath on my pussy, I tremble all over. When he kisses it, I shriek, “Oooooh Grampa that feels good, do it some more!”

He did just that too, but this time when he kisses it, he licks it, and I begin to shake.

As I watch in wonder, he pulls the lips apart, and examines the whole area, like my doctor does, except, this feels better.

Grampa then ask, “Does my special girl like that?”

I start panting and admit, “Yes, please do more of that, whatever you are doing….I like it!?

Grampa looks into my eyes and I can see the love he has for me. He then pauses and asks, “Baby, can Grampa make you cum?”

I look at him, giggle, shiver, and yell, “How you going to do that, your not rubbing it with your fingers, like I do?”

He trembles and looks very happy as I watch him. Grampa then smiles and says, “Let me show you, okay? I will use my tongue to do it.”

I smile back and answer, “Ooooh my, with your tongue…do it Grampa. Show me how to cum with your tongue.”

He moved back between my legs, spread it open once more and ran his tongue all over me. I began to shake and push my pussy into his face while squealing, “Ooooooh Grampa that feels good, keep it up!”

He licks my whole pussy then flicks his tongue across my sensitive love button.

All I could do is breath heavily, shake all over, and close my eyes as I scream, “Oooooooooooooh-God-yessssssssssss!”

I came much harder than I do when I use my fingers and ended up covering Grampa’s whole face.

After that he moved up beside me and took me into his arms. It feels good to, finally someone who loves me just like I am, and doesn’t yell all day like my parents do.

Grampa then kisses me on the lips, and I like it.

He then winks and asks, “Want Grampa to show you how men cum? You don’t have to do anything sweety, just watch.”

With wide eyes I watch him stroke, slow, then fast and hard until Grampa came in his hand. He then asks if I want to taste it.

Of course I did, after all I was curious. I ran my tongue through the gooey, salty liquid and liked it.

Once again, Grampa reminds me to keep what we did a secret.

I did too, and from that day on, look forward to going to Grampa’s place.

 

Dear Kountrypumpkin- might be an excellent alias too in memory of the sexy times you spent with Grampa. I'm dropping you a note first, to say the tale was very sexy and enjoyable. Will reread your story, then take the appropriate chore of dropping pants. It'll be a secret between the two of us, then masturbate because how your Grampa treated your body was very special and I want to have the same pleasure ejaculating as he did when he shot his tasty, ssticky, gooey, creamy, salty cum. Your Grampa was perhaps as old as me, thus when I say shoot, It really means the cum will ooze from the cum slit and gravity will cause it to slide over the velvet bell mushroom head, then the rim edge and move down the shaft to my balls. I have a short vid of cumming, will attempt to send it to you, should you want to view it. Honey can't promise it will transmit cause it was taken several months ago and there is a problem with loading it from the doument file. Your loving Papa. (^_~)

 

Dear Honey, should the photos of 'Deam...' be you kountrygal, I'll look at them while reading your tale and spread my cum over them--Love
papa

 

YES they are mine! I have an adult blog, where my ID is Dreamwalker. XOX!!! Kountrygal.

 

Nice story!:-D Will there be a second installment (even if it is fictional)?

 

Yes there will be more chapters to this story, and baby, it's not fictional, this one is true. HUGGERS...Kountrygal.

 

Nice story

 

i've been fucking my eighteen yr old granddaughter since she turned eighteen last year and she wanted me to as her birthday present for me.:excited:and it's excellent pussy.

 

Is there more to this true story?

 

Thanks for sharing....great story!

 

Thanks for sharing your story. You must have made a very happy grandpa:rose:

 

That incites me to think again about the cock of my grandpa

 

very sweet thanks for sharing

 

That was hot!

I can't wait to here more about grandpa's special play,:excited:

 

yummy

a valiant effort,do commence

 

thanks!

 

:excited::excited::excited:

 

I just loved your story, sure sounds very true! Please write more and send me a link...

 

Had little grammar problems, but an overall good story.

 

when i was 12, my parents let me sleep over at my grandpas house for 2 weeks in the summer. so i went, and one night i woke up with my grandpa sucking on my cunt. i knew i was supposed to tell him to stop but it felt so good that i couldnt. after that, i did everything he told me to just so he would teach me more about sex. his rules were: i wasnt allowed to wear clothes while i was staying at his house, i wasnt allowed to talk when he put my leash and collar on, and i couldnt cum until he let me. also i couldnt tell anyone. my favorite parts of being his slave was when he would put my leash and collar on and make me crawl around lick a whore dog. if i had to go to the bathroom, either piss or shit, i had to do it on the floor and eat it and lick the floor clean after.