My name is Trisha, and I just turned twenty. It’s a cold, rainy Saturday. I am standing in the kitchen washing dishes, when I started to think about my Grampa. He’s dead now, but we really had some fun times when he was alive. I went to his apartment every weekend, to help clean, little did my parents know, we didn’t do much of that. It’s the things we did in private that I really missed.
My story begins when I’m eighteen. I have just started spending Saturdays with my step-grandfather. Without asking me, my parents decided that I need to help him with some household chores. It seems that Grampa was getting old, forgetful, and his small apartment was always messy. I hated the whole idea of course, because I would rather be left alone to go out my friends, explore sexual things, and learn about life.
I grumbled, and cussed under my breath that first Saturday as we drove to Grampa’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 is in his porch swing watching for us. I got out of the car, went toward him smiling, and trying to look happy to see him.
He put his arms out to me as I approached. “Hi sweety, how’s my favorite country bumpkin today.”
I leaned into his arms, gave him a hug, and answered, “Hi Grampa, fine I guess.”
He gave me kiss on the check and asked, “Okay, what’s the matter sweetheart?” I looked around to check where my parents were before I answered. I saw they are busy getting the cleaning supplies out of the trunk.
I moved up close to Grampa’s ear, put on my saddest puppy dog look, and whispered. “I really don’t want to be here to do your housework. Gross, do I have too?”
He gave me a funny look, then glanced at the car, and whispered, “Let’s wait until they are gone, then we can talk, okay.”
He couldn’t say anything else because my parents had just walked on to the porch.
“Hi dad, do you remember our conversation about your messy house? Well, Janice and I thought that maybe Trisha could help you tidy up the place a bit. I know she doesn’t have a lot of experience, but she can be a big help to you.”
Dad then glanced at me, sternly, and suggested, “Now you behavior yourself and do what he says, or you’ll have to answer to me, after all you still live under my roof.”
I frowned, and wanted to scream at the top of my lungs, “Screw-you,” but knew I’d better not. “I hear yah, I’ll behave, I promise.”
Mom then gave me a hug, and kissed my cheek. “That’s my girl. We need to get going; we’ll return around four o’clock to pick you up. Trisha, try to have a good time, okay?”
I hugged both of them and replied, “I’ll try, good-bye” I sat on the porch swing while Grampa told them goodbye. We watched their car drive out of sight.
Grampa looked over at me, smiled, winked, and said, “I don’t know about you, but I hate housework.”
I pouted, glared at him in anger, and shouted, “You’re not the only one; it wasn’t my idea to come help you today.”
Grampa laughed, and said, “Aww, honey, don’t give me that sad face. Come with me, I have a surprise for you.”
My eyes lit up and I smiled, “You do, what is it, tell me Grampa, I can’t wait!”
He took my hand, got up, and led me to the door saying, “Just wait a bit, I'll show it to you?”
We walked into his small apartment. Once inside, I look around, the place was clean and tidy. He put his arm around my shoulder and asked, “Well, what do you think, not bad for a ole man huh?”
I giggled, jumped, and squealed, “Wow, I thought I’d be all day cleaning for you.”
His eyes twinkled with excitement. “Well honey, don’t tell your parents I said this, but I know how much they are always bugging you. It seems they don’t give you time to be yourself, after all you’re turning into a beautiful young woman.”
I flew into his arms, started kissing him all over his face, and yelled, “Thanks Grampa!”
He pulled me on to his lap and explained, “Trisha, I like the way your body has changed. Your breasts are poking out like little bullets against the t-shirt you’re wearing.”
He took my hand, looked into my eyes, and asked,, “Can we play a little game, sugar?”
My eyes lit up, and I giggled, “Sure Gramps, what kind of game?”
Grampa got quiet with a serious look on his face for a moment, and spoke. “The first thing we need to do is keep this game ours little secret. Can you do that?”
“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 in a ticklish kind of way, and suggested. “I'll start by trying to guess what color panties you have on dear. If I’m right, you don’t have to show me, but if I am wrong, you must take your shorts and panties off and show them to me, okay.”
I trusted him, so without hesitation, I said, “Oh this sounds like fun. Okay, what color undies am I wearing?”
Grampa frowned, and acted like he is thinking hard, “Yellow ones with white Pokka dots.”
I laughed so hard I almost lost my balance. I stood up and yelled, “You’re wrong, they are blue!” I then removed my shorts to prove it, looking at Grampa, I asked, “Do I have to take my panties off?”
He licked his lips, and said, “Yes, it’s part of the game.”
So, I removed them and showed them to Grampa. I’m standing before him in just my t-shirt as I didn’t like wearing a bra. I watched his expression changed; his eyes lit up, he shook all over, and grabbed his crotch. I knew what was happening, after all my boy friend and I have already been sexually active.
Teasingly I asked, “What the heck is wrong with you?”
He stopped; looking like a deer caught in the headlights of the car, smiled, and replied, “Oh nothing, I’m just looking at your nice body. You are becoming a young woman honey.” He paused, and kind of mumbled, "Ah--Oh, Trisha, 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 flashed him a frowned, knowing just what I was doing. I told myself it was time to turn up his heat a notch or two. “Is this part of the game?”
He fiddled with his hands, and confessed, “Yes, it’s part of the game.” He paused as if thinking. “I tell you what, if I remove my shirt will you.”
“Well you should take yours off first after all you didn’t guess right.”
“Well Trisha, you got me there.” He took it off then suggested,
“Please remove yours now?”
I winked at him, twiddle my fingers, paused for a moment, licked my lips, and asked. “How about I guess what color your undies are? If I am wrong, you need to take them off too!”
Oh yeah, that should do it, as I have never seen any one older than my boyfriend with a hard on, except in pictures.
His eyes lit up, and he smiled, which tells me he really liked this game. “Okay, guess what color they are?”
I shift my weight, smirked, and answered, “They’re white, because older men always wear them.”
He stood up, unzipped his pants, took them off, along with his undies, and yelled. “Look you’re wrong, they are red!”
We are both standing there naked now. As I look at him, his cock was big, and I wanted to touch it.
I found out about men’s cock’s and women’s pussy’s when I was sixteen, while staying overnight with my girlfriend Tammy. After everyone else was in bed, she double checked to make sure we are alone, and pulled a book from between her mattress and box springs. The book was about sex.
The more I looked at his cock, the more I squirmed, and I wondered just how far I could take this game. Grampa asked, “What’s wrong Trisha?”
I look at him, thinking I’ll play along, and acted like I didn’t know what was wrong. “I don’t know, you’re making my pussy very wet. You are not supposed too, you’re my Grampa for god sake.”
“I’m a man also Trisha, looking at a naked body always turns me on, and makes my dick harden.”
Now was the time to real him in, “I know that, but we really shouldn’t be doing this, should we? After all it’s taboo.”
“I don’t think there is anything wrong with what we are doing. After all I want to treat you like an adult. If you want me too, I can show you a lot of things too.”
He pulled me close, and ran his hands down my back. My juices begin to run down my legs, and I wondered if he really would touch me.
I looked down at his crotch and notice his dick was getting hard. I pointed to his cock, laughed out loud, and said, “Grampa, you naughty man, your dick’s getting hard?”
He blushed and admitted, “It’s does that, because I’m thinking about how pretty, and sexy you are without clothes.”
“Grampa, since we are alone, what would your like to do to me now?”
“Oooh, if I could just touch you! Will you let me baby? I can show you so many ways to feel good.”
He was putty in my hands now, and I didn’t hesitate and squealed, “You can? Show me how!”
He kissed my cheek and suggested, “It think it would be more comfortable for us to do this on my bed.”
I nodded my head in agreement. Grampa then picked me up and carried me into his bedroom. While in his arms, I felt anxious; my heart was beating like crazy, and I wondered if he could hear it.
Once inside his room, he lay me down on the bed. In my mind I’m wondering if we should be doing anything, because I can hear momma’s words echoing inside my head. “Don’t let any man touch my private area till your married Trisha.” I thought for a bit about it, shook that idea out of my head, and told myself. ‘This is Grampa, he makes me feel very special, and that can’t be wrong.’
I think he sensed my apprehension, because I have never been with an older man. He kissed my lips softly, and cradled me in his arms. “You’re Grampa’s sweet special girl. Don’t be afraid, I won’t harm you. This is going to be fun for the both of us. Just remember, it’s our secret.”
I relaxed a little, and answered, “I like being your special girl Grampa. My lips are zipped, I won’t tell anyone, even my girlfriend.”
With a reassuring voice, he spoke,”Good! Now, spread your legs, Grampa wants to kiss your pussy.”
I spread them, and watched him anxiously. He carefully got between my legs with his face about an inch from my pussy.
When I felt his breath on my pussy, I trembled all over. He then kissed it, I let go, and shrieked, “Oooooh Grampa that feels good, do it some more!”
He did just that too, but this time when he kissed it, he licked it, and I begin to shake. As I watched in anticipation as he pulled the lips apart,. He examined the whole area, like my doctor does, except, this feels better.
Grampa licked his lips, smiled, and asked, “Does my special girl like that?”
By then I am panting, trembling all over, and with a quivering voice I admitted, “Yes, please do more of that, I like it!?”
He resumed kissing my pussy as he looked up into my eyes, and watched my reaction. He stopped and asked, “Baby, can Grampa make you cum?”
When I looked into his face, I saw the love he has for me. I giggled, shivered, and yelled, “Oooh Gawd yes, make me cum!”
He continued to eat me, and trembled. I told myself he looked like he was really enjoying our little game. He slithered his tongue inside my hot-hole, tongue-fucking me, as his fingers toyed with my clit.
I started to shake and shoved my pussy into his face. He continued to tantalize my whole pussy, and then flicked his tongue across my sensitive love button.
I gasped for breath, shook all over, closed my eyes, and screamed, “Oooooooooooooh, God, yesssssssssss,” covering Grampa’s whole face with cum.
After lapping up every drop, he moved up beside me, and took me into his arms.
I looked into his eyes and said, “Wow, you know something, I love what you did to me. Grampa! I like being treated special, all my parent seem to do is yell at me all day.”
Grampa held me close, kissed me on the lips, and replied, “I’m glad you like what we did sugar.”
He winked and asked, “Want Grampa to show you how men cum? You don’t have to do anything, but watch, okay?”
With wide eyes, I watched curiously as he stroked his cock. He started with slowly, then went faster, and harder. Before long, he held his hand in front of his cock and came in it.
Grampa then looked up at me, and suggested, “Want to taste it?”
Well, of course I did, after all, I have eaten my boyfriend’s. I leaned over, ran my tongue through the gooey, salty liquid, and then swallowed every drop.
Afterwards we snuggled up against each other on the bed. Grampa looked into my eyes and asked, “Did you like our little game, baby?”
My whole body was still quivering with excitement. I giggled, snuggled closer, and responded, “I sure did! When can we play this game again?”
“My lips are sealed. Oh, I cannot wait until next Saturday!”
“Well baby, if you can keep our secret, we can play this game every time you come over alone.”
From that day on, my parents no longer had any problems getting me to go to Grampa’s place.
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