Nowadays, when Saturday arrives I always look forward to visiting Grampa. Some time we’d clean house and on other days play naked games, where he’d teach me about sex. It’s has been going on for about six months now, and so far no one had caught onto “our little secret.”
It’s Friday night and I’m lying in the tub pampering myself with a bubble bath while daydream about what we’ll do tomorrow. I start pretending that Grampa’s is washing me. His hands rub the washcloth across my nipples until they are hard little peaks, and tremble and coo with desire. He then cares every inch of my pussy, paying close attention to my clip. I bite my lip to keep from screaming out as I climax.
I got out of the tub, dry off, and then walk into the bedroom to look at my body in the full length mirror. I love the way my own body is developing.
I stand for a few minutes in front of the mirror examining myself. I run my hands down my body. When Icame to my breasts, I noticed a big change. No longer were they puffy little mounds with tiny buds; they have turned into a nice set of tits, with a good B almost C cup size. I roll my nipples making them hard.
I whisper so now one can hear me, “Oh God, I bet Grampa will like these twin babies.”
As I gaze farther down my torso, I see there are a few more hairs covering my pussy, and my hips were more round and full. I scream, ‘Not bad for my five-foot status of a mere hundreds pounds.’
I just can’t wait to visit Grampa tomorrow and tell him he was right when he said, “Playing with your tits and cunt will make em grow.”
I went over to the closet and ruffled through my clothes wondering what to wear. Mainly because I want to look casual so my parents would begin to question my motives. Then it dawns on me. I could wear my one piece jumper-short type outfit and go commando. I can carry my panties in my purse, that way I can put themon before going home and no one will ever suspect a thing.
After that, I walk over to the dresser and got out the blue garment and some panties. Next I grab my purse and place all the items on the chair next to my bed.
I snicker and whisper, “Oh yeah, this ought to be just the right thing to wear and fool Grampa.”
Next, I put on my nightie and climb into bed. I just couldn’t help but raise the gown up and masturbate as more visions of what we would be doing tomorrow ran through my head. I bit my lip to keep from screaming as another climax surges through me.
I feel wait and the next thing I hear is mother’s voice and gentle tug on my arm, “Trisha, time to wake up dear.”
I sat up rub my eyes and ask, “What time is it mom?”
She replies, “Its nine o’clock dear. Now anxious and to get dressed and come eat some breakfast, because today you’ll be going to Grampa’s again.”
My eyes lit up and a mischievous grin crosses my face. “”Oh, I cannot wait to go see him!”
Mom looks at me kind of weird and asks, “Oh really! Why the change of heart? Last week it was like pulling teeth to get you to go.”
I blush, and lie saying, “Well, Grampa made cleaning house look like fun. Not only did he help me, but he teased and tickled me often. He also told me he’d hidden ten bucks somewhere and the first one who finds it gets to keep it. I found it. Hum, wonder if he’ll do the same thing today.”
She laughed, “Well dear, I’m glad you had fun. Now come eat so we can get going, momma has a lot of shopping to do while you’re at Grampa’s.”
I wait until she is well out of sight. Then hurry around the room putting my plan into action. I grab my purse, and shoved the pair of panties in it. I decided I’m not wearing a bra either, as I usually don’t. With trembling finger I put on the jumper. My pink nipples harden and moisture covers the hairs of my pussy. I hope that no will notice.
I rushed into the kitchen, quickly ate, then told my parents, “Hurry up, I’m ready to go!”
My dad flashes my mom and questioning look and she rolls her eyes and say, “I’ll explain later dear. Now, let’s getting going I have a lot of things I need to do.”
We climb into the car and drive off toward Grampa’s house. With every mile, I can feel beads of sweat form on my forehead, as I become more aroused. I roll down my window a bit to cover up the cent of my pussy and to cool off.
As we pull up the road towards Grampa’s I notice he is sitting on the porch swing. I smile calmly, but my insides are screaming, ‘Oh yeah, time to have some sexy fun!’
Dad parks the car and I bolt out the door like a scared rabbit being chased by dogs.
Dad looks and comments, “Looks like Trisha, is raring to go already. Who’d ever thought she’d like housework.”
Mom laughs and then tells dad, “Well she told me, Grampa made house cleaning a game and also hidden some money for her to find. Wonder if that would work in getting her to clean her room?”
I heard Dad laughing but not was said because I was too busy running into Grampa’s arms.
He scoops me up into his arms and kisses my cheek. His strong arms, sexy smile and twinkling blue eyes make me tingle all over.
He sits down with me on his lap and asks, “How’s my pumpkin today?”
I wiggle my but into his crotch feeling his swollen member and chirp, “I’m fine Gramps, now that I’m with you.”
When my parents come onto the porch, Grampa keeps me on his lap, I guess to hide his growing cock.
Dad came over and shakes his hand, “We can’t stay long, Dad, Janice has a lot of shopping to do.”
He then looks at me and says, “Have fun, and Trisha, behavior yourself.”
I reply, “I will, I promise. Good-bye, see yahs all later.”
The two of us watch them drive out of sight. Then Grampa snuggles up against my neck and says, “Trisha, sweety, my beautiful young woman, how about skipping the housework and going straight to my bed for some sexy fun?”
His words make me tingle with so much desire I want to take my clothes off right then and there.
I squeal, “Whoopee, no housework. Oh Grampa, I have something to show you, but only after you guess what color my panties are. I want to do something different this time, if you guess wrong, you need to take all your clothes off”
He nods in agreement and together we walk arm and arm into the house. Once inside the place, he picks me up and carries me to the bedroom.
Grampa lays me on the bed and answers, “You’re wearing blue ones to match your outfit?”
I bust out laughing and yell, “Ha-ha, nope you’re wrong! Now you have to strip!”
He laughs, looks at me seriously and said, “Prove it!”
I blush, pulled over the leg of my shorts to show him my bare pussy and yell. “You’re wrong because, see, I’m not wearing any!”
I though for a moment he is going to pass out, as his eyes bulge out and he has this weird expression on his face. However, instead he just grinns, unzips his trousers and lowers them. Oh God, he’s not wearing any underwear either, as my gaze looks at his large engaged cock in from of me.
“Trisha,” He says quietly, “Look what you did to my cock!”
“Oooh Grampa, your pecker is getting so hard!” I squeal in response.
He walks up to me and places his trembling hand on my right shoulder. With a low growl like moan in his voice he asks, “Let me see that sweet pussy, baby!”
With trembling hands, I blush as I tug playfully at the buttons on my outfit. I slowly slide the garment off my supposed expose my swollen breasts with hard nipples, and I hear him sight. I continue to watch hisreaction, as I remove it, throwing it in the corner.
I stand nude just inches from him now and he drawls, “Ooooh yeah!”
I detect a small amount of spittle escaping from the side of his mouth.
Showing concern, at what I see, I ask, “You OK Grampa?”
He lies down on the bed as he hisses, “Yes! Trisha, come lay on the bed with me.
I walk over and climb onto the bed and lie down next to Grampa. I then move my pussy within inches of his face and spread my legs wide. All the excitement has every one of my pussy hairs on fire, and I began to rub my pussy as he watches.
With a little girl’s voice I purr, “Oh Grampa, see what you did to my pussy. “
As his eyes ogle to my pussy, he inhales the intoxicating aroma and gurgles, “Aaarrrggghhhh.” Then pauses briefly then groans, “Mmmmm so wet and young!”
His hot breath itself almost makes me climax and I shout, “Oh my, Grampa.”
His rough thumb starts playing with my clip, as the index finger slide slowing into the pink hole. He began teasing it lightly, pushing it in a little at a time.
I scream, “Oh God, keep doing that I like it!”
Grampa then asks, “Are you a virgin baby?”
I look at him kind of weird and reply, “Hell no, you are the only person who has touched my pussy Grampa.”
He gazes lovingly into my eyes and ask, “I know that honey. Have you ever slide anything in your hole?”
I giggle, blush, and flash him a semiconductor look and purr, “Only my fingers why?
He replies with a calm reassuring tone, “Every young girl has a membrane inside their hole. They are not a woman, until it’s been entered, or what we men call broken. Do you understand baby?”
I wink and said, “Sure we talk about that in health class at school. How can I tell if I have one?”
Grampa winks, “I can check for you if you want me too. I must warn you though, it might hurt a little bit, and then it will go away?”
I make a face and say, “Will it hurt a lot?”
He continues to rub my clip and answered, “Not really. Do you still want me to check baby?”
I nod my head in agreement, not really knowing what he will find.
Grampa resumes sliding his index finger inside the hole slowly, watching my reaction as he check me. When his finger met my hymen he moans, “Hummmm,” and pushes against it.
My first reaction is fear, and I cry out, “Grampa that hurts!”
With a calm reassuring voice he stops cradles me in his arms, and replies, “Aww baby, I’m sorry! Let me take a look and see if my baby is OK.”
Grampa moves and places his mouth against my pussy. Then to my surprise starts covering it with kisses. He then separates the lips and slithers his tongue from my clip to hole, licking and tasting the sweet nectar.
I watch in awe, while Grampa’s tongue works its magic. Once again his finger slowly enters my hole. All of the sudden, it doesn’t hurt anymore.
I start panting and I grab his head and thrust my pussy up in his face wanting more.
With a quiver in my voice I shout, “Oh, Grampa, keep doing that, aaarrrggghhh, yes, just like that!”
I then began to shake as a climax verges through me. As for Grandpa, he just continues to lap up every drop then raises his head to show me his juices laden lips.
I giggle and tell him, “Wow, you’re right it didn’t hurt much.”
He then lies back down on the bed, grabs his cock and say, “Want to learn how to suck my cock honey?”
I looked at him with my mouth half open wondering what to do first, because I have only seen that done in a picture book my girlfriend has.
I guess he senses my appreciation, because he pats the bed and replies, “Don’t worry baby, Grampa will show you how.”
I sit down and stare at his hard tool; I want so much to please him like he did me.
Grampa held his cock and said, “First, just kiss and lick this part,” pointing to the head. “When you’re comfortable with that I will tell you what to do next.”
I lick my lips hungrily, lean over, kiss and run my tongue all over the purple head. I pause and say, “Mmm, Gramps, it taste good.”
He replies, “Glad you like it baby, some women don’t. Now, I want you to kiss and lick it like that all the way down this long part which is called a shake.”
I eagerly lick it, savoring the musky, salty, tangy taste. To my surprise it makes my clip start to throb again. I wiggle my ass and eagerly keep going as I want to please Grampa.
Grampa slide his hand down to my pussy and discovers how wet I am. He then gently begins fingering me again.
He stops only long enough to show me what to do next. “Now, honey, I want you to place your lips around the shake, as much as you can and suck it, like it’s a Popsicle.”
With my mouth on his cock, I watch his face closely, because I want to make sure I am doing it right. I start to suck his cock, but can only get a few inches in my mouth. Grampa just smiles, assures me that is OK, and to keep going as he resumes finger-fucking my pussy.
It is then I decide that I like sucking his cock and really get into things. (I still love doing that today.)
Grampa with a shadow voice asks, “You like Grampa’s cock don’t you?”
I just moan, “Mmmhhhmmmm,” and keep going.
He must like it too; because he raises his hips off the bed and starts fucking my face.
Beads of sweet cover his browser as I tease Grampa’s cock my tongue letting it dance across his cock and down the shake. This new experience makes my pussy so hot, and I am close to orgasm.
He closes his eyes and moans, “Ohhhh Yeahhhhhh, Aaarrrggghhh! I’m gonna come soon honey. Do you want to swallow it? ”
I stop sucking and reply, “I’ll try Grampa.”
I resume sucking him feeling his cock pulsate hard in my mouth. I ram my pussy down hard on his finger as another glorious climax goes through me. My actions must have done something because I feel his cock go rigid.
He just smiled and said, “Hold onto the shake with your hands honey, I’m going to cum.”
I hold his shake with both hands and wrap my mouth as tight as I could around it.
Grampa held me as he squirts wave after wave of cum up in my mouth.
I cannot hold it all and it goes everywhere. With tears in my eyes I cry, “Oh, Grampa! I’m sorry; I tried to swallow it all!”
He moves up next to me and cradles me in his arms, strokes my hair. With a soothing voice he said, “Aww honey, don’t cry. This is your first time sucking me off. No woman can swallow it all the first time; it takes a lot of practice.”
He just held me for awhile then Grampa’s whole face lit up with excitement. He then bellows, “Trisha you were magnificent!”
I wipe my tears away with my hand, smile and say, “Really, you’re not just saying that to make me feel better?”
He pulls me close, kisses me hard, like a man does a woman, and answers, “Really. By the way you’re a woman now.”
I giggle, then grin mischievously and shout, “I am, WOW! Hey Grampa, when can we practice again?”
Grampa laughs out-loud, with a twinkle in his eyes, and answers, “Every time you come over alone we can. Now you’d better get a move on it, and get dressed, you parents will be here soon to pick you up.”
We were sitting on the porch swing telling jokes when my parents pull into the drive. I lean over, hug Grampa and tell him, “I love you Grampa. Gotta go, bye, see you next Saturday!”
He hugs me back and replies, “I love you too pumpkin! I am looking forward to it.”
As we drive away, I watch him waving from the porch until I can’t see him anymore.
Mom turns her head towards me and asks, “Did you have a good time dear?”
I smile playfully, giggle, and then exclaim, “Oh boy did we!” While inside I’m yelling, ‘You’ll never know my naughty little secret.”
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