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Grandpa's Plaything
by Bossman (address withheld)
***
Grandpa came to live with us and at first it was a harmless stroke
and tickle, but then things grew into a lot more. (Mf, ped, exh,
inc, 1st)
***
We visited my Gran and Grandpa regularly. Mum stopped letting me
go when Gran became very ill, she died a few months later. Just
after my eleventh birthday Grandpa came to live with us. I really
liked him being here with us, because he always bought me sweets
when I came home from school.
That summer my cousin was getting married, and I was one of the
bride's maids. At the wedding reception I started to feel tired.
Instead of spoiling the evening for Mum and Dad, Grandpa offered
to take me home while they stayed. Once back home we sat and
watched the TV. Grandpa didn't speak much, he just watched the TV
and occasionally looked over at me.
Out of the blue He said, "Shall we get you out of this posh dress,
So that it doest get all creased."
"OK," I replied.
I've never felt uncomfortable walking around the house in my
underwear in front of Grandpa so I stood up and walked over to him
so he could undo the big zipper. He pulled zip down, I pulled my
arms out of the dress and it fell to my ankles. I stepped out of
it, picked it up and put over the arm of the chair and sat next to
Grandpa in just my small white training bra and cotton panties.
"Tickle my back Grandpa?" I asked.
"Lie on your stomach then," Grandpa said.
I lay across him, my head on his lap facing the TV. I felt his
rough hands begin to tickle the middle of my back. Over time his
touches became more and more probing, a firmer touch. At first it
was just a wandering finger across my butt and inner thighs then
up my back. Then it was up my side, almost like counting my ribs,
making me giggle and flinch. After a while my body became accustom
to his touch.
"Grandpa," I said. "Will you tickle my tummy now please?"
"Turn around then," he said.
I turned over, I looked up at him, but his eyes were glued to the
TV.
Looking down I watched his hand make its way around to my stomach,
touching my hip bones. My puffy nipples were bumping out threw my
bra. His touch felt so nice that my stomach began to stir, like
butterflies dancing around inside.
My tickling came to an abrupt end when the phone rang. Grandpa got
up to answer it. It was Dad telling him that they were staying
over at a hotel for the night.
"Come on now, its time for bed." Grandpa said.
Grandpa opened his arms which I went to and hugging him. He
stroking my hair and rubbing my back for a while. I was worn out,
it had been a long day
He kissed me on the lips, it felt funny. He had never been kissed
this way before. His large hands were still rubbing my back
keeping me close to him. I pulled away from him and looked up, he
just smiled at me, and told me that it was bed time, I didn't
protest as I was sleepy. I went to my room. I unclipped my bra,
taking my pants off I noticed a damp patch in them as if I had
kind of pee in them. I got my nightie on and crawled into bed. It
was really cold, I couldn't get to sleep.
I got up and went into the lounge. Grandpa was sitting on the
couch with his trousers around his ankles. I was at a loss for
words. Being eleven years old, I hadn't seen a penis before, and I
never thought I would see my Grandpa's. I was transfixed by it.
Staring at this sagging piece of flesh that rested against his
bulging scrotum. It was rather wrinkly. Grandpa moved his hand and
began to touch his penis. I tried not to stare at what he was
doing but I watched anyway. At first it was just a drooping and
lifeless member but as Grandpa touched it, it seemed to gain
strength.
It got a little bigger and began to rise, as if it was standing up
very slowly. Eventually, Grandpa was stroking the hardened length
of his penis before me. I remember seeing the tip of it that
looked like a mushroom. Grandpa's hand made a fist around it and
he moved it up and down. I swallowed hard and, looking at
Grandpa's face, his eyes were closed tight. Not wanting to get
caught by him I crept back down the hallway and slammed my door
then shouted "Grandpa" and slowly walked back into the lounge.
Grandpa had managed to pull his shorts and trousers back up.
"What's up Susan?" he asked. "I can't sleep Grandpa, its too cold
in my room. Can I sleep in your bed. Please"
"Oh, OK then," he said. He held my hand and took me to his room.
I jumped into Grandpa's bed under the sheet and he went to the
bathroom. He came back turned the light off and slipped under the
sheet with me in the bed, I snuggled up to him.
He started to rub my back again, it felt really nice. He didn't
speak as his hands continued to massage my side as well as my
back. Then I felt his hands on the skin of my back, he must have
lifted my nightie up, I didn't even notice him doing that.
This went on for a while with him massaging more of me, moving his
hands down to my bottom and squeezing and then moving up and over
to my sides and back down, I didn't seem to care I was in a bit of
a daze. He was pulling me tightly to him it felt very good. I
don't know why but I wriggled from his grip and turned over on my
back.
"Do you want me to tickle your tummy again," he whispered in my
ear.
"OK then," I whispered back to him. I felt him tugging my nightie
up. I helped him by pulling it off over my head.
Grandpa start to tickle me all over my tummy, running his hands up
as far as just below my titties and down just past my belly
button. I was liking what he was doing he made me feel so good,
touching me. The first time he touched the outside of my breast it
made me jump. Another time his fingers toyed with the sparse hair
growing over the top of my little pussy.
I had never felt this way before it was nice but a bit scary, I
couldn't get enough energy to move away from him or protest, I
just lay their letting him tickle me in places I new he shouldn't.
He asked me if it was nice, I didn't answer him. "Are you awake
Susan?" he whispered, still I never answered.
He then moved one of his hands down to my privates. He started to
rub me down there, I tried my best not to squirm about. He was
mumbling to me, telling me what a good girl I was and that he
loved me so much. He started to rub me harder putting more
pressure against me while he rubbed his whole body against me. I
could feel something odd on my side near my leg, like he was
rubbing something against me.
He slowly began to press a finger against my pussy, harder with
each press. After a while his hand was massaging my crotch and I
was getting wetter and wetter. I felt him lean over me a he turned
on the bedside lamp. Grandpa then pulled the covers down so he
could see my body.
Before long, I couldn't stand it and my hips started moving to his
hands movements. Still I pretended to be asleep, he took my hand
rested on his stomach. After a minute to make sure I was asleep he
reached down and his hand guided mine down to his thing. It was
warm and really hard.
It kind of scared me at first, and I wanted to pull away. He
placed my fingers around his thing and started to move my hand up
and down, I could feel hard ridges along his shaft, and he started
to groan while doing this. Grandpa's finger was still moving
around my pussy then it stopped. I felt a little pressure, god
there was so many sensations, I didn't know what was going on.
Being eleven years old, I was unaware of my body and its mechanics
and its sensations.
Really, the best I can say is that it felt funny and odd. Then I
felt it, his finger was in me slowly moving around in me. I
couldn't help but let out a moaning noise, I don't know why there
was so many things happening to me, I didn't seem to be in control
of my body. Grandpa moved my hand from his thing and pulled his
finger from my pussy, and pulled the sheets up over me. I opened
my eyes and looked over at him. His face was all red and beads of
sweat were on his forehead.
"Are you OK Grandpa?" I asked.
"Oh yes Susan," he kind of stammered back.
"I liked what you were doing, it made me feel all tingly,
Grandpa."
He looked at me, with a shocked expression on his face. He was on
his side, holding his head up with one hand. I put my hands behind
my head on the pillow, hoping he would rub my belly and my chest
again. And sure enough, he pulled the sheets down exposing my bare
chest and tummy, and put his hand on me, slowly rubbing my tummy
and then coming back to my nipples.
He was going over my chest, making me feel real good again, and
then down to my belly-button. His hand felt good on my skin. I
think maybe it felt as good to him as it did to me! Sometimes he
would go back and rub over my titties, making them get all goose-
bumpy. It felt so good I started to feel warm and tingly in my
pussy again. I know you're not supposed to let anyone touch your
private parts, but I wanted him to.
"You can tickle me further down if you like," I said.
He didn't say anything, his hands started going slowly up and down
from my chest to just below where the bed sheet covered my waist,
rubbing softly over my skin and making me shiver. His fingers
played with my titties, making my nipples get all stiff, and then
going down over my stomach.
Grandpa was quiet, like he was thinking, and then his hands
started going down, under the sheet, over my hips, and then down
my legs almost to my knees. Then he brought his hands back up,
going over the inside of my legs, and then his fingers went real
softly over the skin right next to my pussy, and then I felt one
of his fingers slide quickly over my slit.
Then he did it again, going slowly up and down my naked body;
sometimes stopping to rub my titties, or my belly, or my pussy,
and I stretched out spreading my legs wide so he could rub me
everywhere. I thought it couldn't feel any better I felt one of
his fingers slid across my pussy and as he stroked up and down
inside my slit, I felt myself getting wet down there and again he
kept it up, sliding it around and getting me wetter.
"Ooooh, that feels really GOOD!" I said.
"Is this what you want me do? Did you like it?"
"Sure, I liked it Grandpa."
I felt his finger again at my pussy entrance, slowly putting
pressure to get inside again but it was more pressure than last
time, then he slipped into me again but it was thicker than
before. It hurt a bit but I was getting used to it. He slipped his
finger in and out of my pussy for a while, I was still in a daze
not really caring. He telling me what a good girl I was.
Grandpa lent over and kissed me on the lips. I knew what he was
doing was wrong but I couldn't really stop it, I had conflicting
emotions as a part of me felt good and another part of me knew
what we were doing is not right. But I loved him so much.
His finger kept going slowly in my pussy, and I started pushing my
hips up, spreading my thighs even wider, and it was feeling better
and better each time. I was pushing my pussy up more and more into
his finger, going faster and faster, actually grunting, when all
of sudden it felt like I had to pee or something, and the next
thing I knew I was jerking and yelling it felt like jolts of
electricity were going all through my body, going on and on until
I was almost scared, it felt so good!
Finally it stopped, and I was breathing fast. It felt like I
really had peed! His fingers and my pussy were so slippery. Then I
went limp, panting for breath, my chest heaving as I lay there,
astonished and dazed at the experience I had encountered. Grandpa
leaned over and kissed my left nipple, then pulled his finger out
of me.
I could feel his hard thing pressing against my thigh again. I
looked down at it. Grandpa looked at me and said, "Would you like
to touch it?"
"Yes Grandpa, can I?" I reached down and wrapped my little fingers
around Grandpa's willy. It was so hot and I could feel it
throbbing. Looking closely at it. The big mushroom like head was
fatter than the rest of his willy and it was all wrinkly. He
placed his hand on my wrist and began moving it up and down his
willy. Some white creamy stuff started to dribble from the big eye
in the middle.
"Stroke it faster Susan!" he panted.
At the time, I still wasn't sure what was happening. Grandpa was
breathing heavily now and his eyes were closed. A few seconds
later I felt his willy twitch, he let out a loud groan, and to my
amazement big blobs of milky white stuff shoot from it, landing on
my belly and thighs. Grandpa then moved my hand away and sort of
milked his willy and a couple more drops of the creamy stuff fell
into the bed sheets. He lay there breathing really hard.
I was scared to talk so instead I just watched as Grandpa's penis
deflated in his fist, getting smaller and smaller, I had his
sticky stuff on my fingers and body, I used his bed sheets to wipe
it off.
When he recovered he said, "Come on now Susan, its best we go to
sleep now." He turned the lamp off and rolled on his side, I
cuddled up to his back and fell asleep.
I woke up it was just getting light I could feel Grandpa behind
me, his hands were around me up on my chest feeling my tits. I
could a hard lump pushing against my bum. I turned over to him,
Grandpa lowered his head down and kissed me lightly on my lips,
stroking my face.
I felt closer to him than I ever had in my life, closer than I'd
ever been to anyone. After a while he slid down my body, mouthing
and suckling at my breasts, then sliding his tongue over my belly
and down between my legs. My eyes widened with anticipation.
He knelt between my spread legs, propped on his elbows and looking
at my pussy. I felt a bit embarrassed at him looking at me like
that, but the embarrassment was nothing compared to the excitement
and anticipation running through me. His hands stroked my thighs
gently, then his thumbs pressed against the soft folds of my pussy
lips. He looked at it, then eased his head down and his tongue
licked along my pussy slit. I gasped, then bit down on my lip as I
watched and felt him. His tongue felt like fire as it slid through
my quivering pussy.
I felt him licking and lapping along my slit. Then moved his lips
upwards over my little nub. An explosion seemed to take place
inside me when his lips touched my clit. The fiery pleasure roared
up and made my entire body shudder in response. I jerked my head
back and stared up at the ceiling as his lips sucked on my clitty,
then his tongue lapped against it.
The things he did to it were making my mind reel. It felt weird
but also very nice. He sucked hard, then blew. He licked and
nibbled. He rubbed and stroked and teased and squeezed it. I could
feel a sensation like never before building up inside me. I was
panting hard, my stomach muscles went tight, my body began to
shiver.
"Lick me Grandpa! Lick me!" I couldn't believe the words came out
my mouth. I wrapped my legs around his head pulling his mouth
harder against me. Then it happened. Squeezing my thighs tightly
around his neck, and lifting my bum off the bed I screamed out,
"Oh yes!! Oh yes!!"
Still Grandpa sucked and licked at my pussy, doing things I'd
never imagined before, and tearing my body apart with pleasure. My
whole body twitched uncontrollably, this was the most exquisite
sensation I had experienced in my young life my body was covered
in my sweat, my hair matted against my face, my chest aching. He
pulled back, then straightened, kneeling between my quivering
thighs. His mouth and chin glistening with my juices. I could see
his hard willy poking upwards just above my pussy. Holding his
thing began rubbing it across my privates.
I knew I shouldn't be scared as he was only showing me how much he
loved me. It felt really hot as he kind of rubbed it up and down
my slit. Then I felt his thing pushing against me where his
fingers were before. He had his hands on my waist holding me while
he continued to push hard against me. Then I felt it, plop inside
of me, I could feel him slowly pushing. God it hurt, like a
burning sensation. Something let go inside me it really hurt.
"Oww! Oww! It hurts Grandpa! Please stop it your hurting me!"
He didn't reply back, his face was red and he was gritting his
teeth. He was still for a moment before he started to move back
and forth in me, pushing me forward and backwards by my waist
where he had his grip.
I could feel the pain as his willy went deeper into me. He
continued to move me on his thing, back and forth all the while
telling me how much he loved me. He collapsed on top of me with
his thing still tight in side me. Then he moved his hands up and
across to my boobs squeezing and pulling at them telling me how
good I was and how proud he was of me. I just felt dirty and
scared but I couldn't do anything with all his weight on top of me
I was a daze where I could feel and hear everything but I couldn't
do anything.
"Hush, honey. Shhh, shhhhh. Relax. Don't be scared. I know it
hurts a little," Grandpa said looking into my eyes. He kissed me
on the cheek and started playing with my hair, and he was saying
things like, "You're so beautiful, and "I love you so much." I
finally raised up and kissed him and said, "I love you, too
Grandpa." He climbed up over me, his weight on my legs, crushing
them downwards, then thrust in hard and fast.
He began to push his thing into me, stabbing into the center of my
belly with each hard thrust. His hips pounded against my upturned
ass cheeks, slamming me downwards into the bed, and I cried out
with each thrust in pain. The bed creaked and groaned underneath
us as the springs flung me up to meet each new thrust. He was
breathing hard now, gasping for breath, and I was, too. I kept
trying to spread my legs further and further apart, to try and
ease the pain.
Grandpa was crying and moaning, "OHH SWEET JESUS! OH GOD!" I could
feel his thing getting bigger inside of me, Grandpa started to
push up into me harder while holding me against his chest.
He was kissing and sucking on my neck. I couldn't do anything
except let him do as he wanted, I was like a rag doll while he
continued to go deep inside of me with every thrust in and out of
me. He was starting to speed up his thrusting inside of me, he was
moaning really loudly in my ear. Then his body went all stiff, I
could feel his thing jerking inside of me. He lay on top of me for
what seemed like ages, I could feel his heart beating threw his
chest.
Eventually Grandpa rose up saying, "Oh honey... God, that felt
good. Are you okay sweetheart?"
I just lay there in his arms crying like a baby. I just couldn't
seem to stop. Grandpa got off me, it was a big relief when his
thing plopped out of my sore pussy.
"Shhhh, shhhh, it's OK. I love you Susan. I never meant to hurt
you," Grandpa said stroking my face, wiping the tears away. "Come,
on lets get you cleaned up."
I swung my legs over the edge of the bed. I tried to get up but I
didn't even have the energy to hold myself up. Looking between my
legs I saw my pussy leaking a white milky liquid with red streaks
in it. "Grandpa you've made me bleed."
"It's OK Susan, it will go away soon. Let's get you if the
shower."
Barely able to walk Grandpa picked me up and took me to the shower
cubicle. He turned on the shower and came in the cubicle with me.
Taking a soapy wash cloth and he began to wash me. He knelt down
and washed my aching pussy for several minutes. After toweling me
down he lifted me into his arms and carried me back to my room,
laying me down on my bed, putting a towel beneath my bottom.
Saying nothing, he took some tissues from the box on my bedside
cabinet, then lifted my legs towards the ceiling and spread them
wide apart and placed the tissues between my poor pussy slit, then
closed my legs shut. Grandpa pulled the sheets over me kissed me
on my forehead and said "Now go to sleep, you will feel better
when you wake up" It didn't take long before I fell asleep.
When I woke up, the bright sun light beamed threw the curtains I
felt really uncomfortable. My breasts ached and my pussy was
burning and sore, but fortunately the pain was more a dull throb.
I got out of bed, the towel had moved and there was blood spots
all over the sheets. I just finished getting dressed when Mum came
in my room and saw the mess on the sheets. Mum thought I had
periods now, so that explained the blood on my sheets.
Although Grandpa never had sex with me again, but when ever we
were alone he would pull me into his lap, and then slide his hand
down my pants or up under my skirt and finger my pussy. It never
took more than a couple of minutes for me to come like crazy. I
was a helpless captive to his desires, but a willing one. Till he
died when I was fourteen.