Grampa's Girl Ch 2

Nowadays, when Saturday arrived I always look forward to visiting Grampa. Sometimes we’d clean house and on the other days play naked games, where he’d teach me about sex. It’s had been going on for about six months now, and so far no one had caught on to “our little secret.”

Friday night, I was lying in the tub pampering myself with a bubble bath, while I daydreamed about what we’d do tomorrow. I started pretending that Grampa’s was washing me. His hands rubbed the wash rag across my nipples until they were hard little peaks; I trembled, and cooed with desire. He then caressed every inch of my pussy, paying close attention to my clit. I bit my lip to keep from screaming out as I climaxed.

I got out of the tub, dried off, and then walked into the bedroom and looked at my body in the full length mirror. I loved my slender, curvy body.

I stood there for a few minutes in front of the mirror examining myself. I ran my hands down my body. When I came to my breasts, I noticed they have turned into a nice set of tits, with a good C cup size. I rolled my nipples making them hard.

I whispered so no one could hear me, “Oh God, I bet Grampa will like these twin babies.”

As I gazed farther down my torso, I saw my shaved pussy, and full, round hips. I sighed, ‘Not bad for my five-foot-four stature of mere hundred-ten pounds.’

I went over to the closet, and ruffled through my clothing wondering what to wear. Mainly because I wanted to look casual so my parents wouldn’t question my motives. Then it dawned on me, I could wear my one-piece jumper short outfit, and go commando. I could carry my panties in my purse, that way I could put them on before going home, and no one will ever suspect a thing.

I placed the garment over my arm, walked over to the dresser, got out some panties, and laid them on the chair next to my bed.

I snickered and whispered, “Oh yeah, this ought to be just the right thing to wear, and fool Grampa. As he will never guess I’m not wearing panties.”

Next, I put on my nightie and climbed into bed. I just couldn’t help but raise the gown up, and masturbated as more visions of what we’d do ran through my head. I bit my lip to keep from screaming as a climax surged through me.

I feel asleep, the next thing I heard was mother’s voice, and gentle tug on my arm. “Trisha, it’s time to wake up dear.”

I sat up rubbed my eyes and asked, “What time is it mom?”

“Its nine o’clock dear. Now hurry, 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 crossed my face. “”Oh, I couldn’t wait to go see him!”

Mom looked at me kind of weird and asked, “Oh really! Why the change of heart? Last week it was like pulling teeth to get you to go.”

I blushed, and lied 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 could get going, momma has a lot of shopping to do while you’re at Grampa’s.”

I waited until she was well out of sight, and hurried around the room putting my plan into action. I grabbed my purse, and shoved the pair of panties into it. I decided I’m not wearing a bra either. With trembling finger I put on the jumper. My pink nipples hardened and moisture covered the lips of my pussy. I hoped that no would notice.

I rushed into the kitchen, quickly ate, then told my parents, “Hurry up, I’m ready to go!”

My dad flashed my mom a questioning look, she rolled her eyes and said, “I’ll explain later dear. Now, let’s get going I have a lot of things I need to do.”

We climbed into the car and drove off toward Grampa’s house. With every mile, I could felt beads of sweat forming on my forehead, as I become more aroused. I rolled down my window to cover up the scent of my pussy, and to cool off.

As we pulled up the road toward Grampa’s I noticed he’s sitting in the porch swing. I smiled calmly, but my insides were screaming, ‘Oh yeah, time to have some sexy fun!’

Dad parked the car and I bolted out the door like a scared rabbit being chased by dogs.

Dad looked and commented, “Looks like Trisha, is raring to go already. Who’d ever thought she’d like housework.”

Mom laughed and then told dad, “Well she told me, Grampa made house cleaning a game, and hid some money for her to find. Wonder if that would work in getting her to clean her room?”
 
I heard Dad laughing, but not what was said, because I was too busy running into Grampa’s arms.

He scooped me up into his arms, and kissed my cheek. His strong arms, sexy smile, and twinkling blue eyes make me tingle all over.

He sat me down on his lap and asked, “How’s my pumpkin today?”

I wiggled my but into his crotch feeling his swollen member, and chirped, “I’m fine Gramps, now that I’m with you.”

When my parents came on to the porch, Grampa kept me on his lap, to hide his growing cock.

Dad came over and shook his hand, “We couldn’t stay long, Dad, Janice had a lot of shopping to do.”

He then looked at me and said, “Have fun Trisha.”

I replied, “I will, Good-bye, see yah all later.”

The two of us watched them drive out of sight. Then Grampa snuggled up against my neck, and said, “Trisha, sweety, my beautiful young lady, how’s about skipping the housework, and going straight to my bed for some sexy fun?”

His words made me tingle with so much desire I wanted to take my clothes off right then and there.

I squealed, “Whoopee, no housework. Oh Grampa, I have something to show you, but only after you guess what color my panties are. If you guess wrong, you need to take all your clothes off”

He nodded in agreement, and together we walked arm and arm into the house. Once inside the place, he picked me up and carried me to the bedroom.

Grampa laid me on the bed and answered, “You’re wearing blue ones to match your outfit?”

I busted out laughing and yelled, “Ha-ha, nope you’re wrong! Now you have to strip!”

He laughed, looked at me seriously, and said, “Prove it!”

I blushed, pulled over the leg of my shorts, showed him my bare pussy, and yelled. “You’re wrong because, see, I’m not wearing any!”

I though for a moment he is going to pass out, as his eyes bulged out, and he had this weird expression on his face. However, instead he just grinned, unzipped his trousers, and lowered them. Oh God, he’s not wearing any underwear either, as my gaze looked at his large, engorged cock in front of me.

“Trisha, look what you did to my cock!”

“Oooh Grampa, your cock is so big, and hard!” I squealed in response.

He walked up to me, and placed his trembling hand on my right shoulder. With a low growl in his voice he asked, “Let me see that sweet pussy, baby!”

I blushed as I tugged playfully at my outfit. I slowly slid the garment off my shoulders, exposing my swollen breasts with hard nipples, and I heard him sigh. I continued to watch his reaction, as I removed it, and threw it in the corner.

I stood nude just inches from him now, and he said, “Ooooh yeah!”
I detected a small amount of spittle escaping from the side of his mouth.

Pretending to show concern, I asked, “You okay Grampa?”

He nodded yes, lied down on the bed, and hissed, “Yes! Trisha, come lay on the bed with me.”

I walked over, climbed on to the bed, and got on my knees next to his face. My pussy was inches from his lips, and I spread my legs wide. All the excitement had every part of my pussy on fire, and I began to rub my pussy as he watched.

“Oh Grampa, see what you did to my pussy. “

As his eyes ogled at my pussy, he inhaled the intoxicating aroma, and gurgled, “Aaarrrggghhh.” mmm you’re so wet and young!”

His hot breath itself almost made me climax and I shouted, “Oh my, Grampa.”

His rough thumb reached over and started playing with my clit. His index finger slid slowing into the pink hole, teasing it lightly, pushing it in, a little at a time.
 
I screamed, “Oh fuck, keep doing that I like it!”

Grampa then asked, “Are you a virgin baby?”

I looked at him kind, acted like I had no idea what he was talking about, and lied, “Hell no, you’re the only person who had touched my pussy Grampa.”

He gazed lovingly into my eyes and asked, “Okay, let me put it this way, have you ever slid anything in your hole?”

I giggled, blushed, flashed him a seductive look, and purred, “Only my fingers and vibrator, why?

He replied with a calm reassuring tone, “Every young girl had a membrane inside their hole. They’re not a woman, until it’s been entered, or what we men call broken. Do you understand baby?”

I winked, I knew I didn’t have one, but wanted to go all the way with Gramps. “Sure, how could I tell if I have one?”

Grampa winked, “I could 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 made a face and said, “Will it hurt a lot?”

He continued to rub my clit and answered, “Not really. Do you still want me to check baby?”

I nodded my head in agreement, as I knew he was going to do more than that, or at least I hoped he would.

He instructed me to lie down, and then resumed sliding his index finger inside the hole slowly, watching my reaction. When his finger didn’t meet any obstruction he moaned, “Hummm?”

My first reaction was to cry out, ‘Oooh stop playing around damn-it, I need to cum!’

Before I could say a word, he moved, placed his mouth against my pussy, and covered it with kisses. He then separated the lips, slithered his tongue from my clit to ass, licking, and tasting my sweet nectar.

I watched in awe, as Grampa’s tongue worked its magic. Once again his finger slowly enters my hole. I started panting, grabbed his head, and thrust my pussy up in his face wanting more.

With a quiver in my voice I shouted, “Oh, Grampa, keep doing that, aaarrrggghhh, yes, just like that!”

I began to shake as a climax rippled through me. As for Grampa, he just continued, to lap up every drop, and then raises his head to show me his juices laden lips.

I giggled, “You’re face is all wet, come kiss me, I will help you clean it off.”

We kissed long and hard as we shared my essence. He then lay down on the bed on his back, grabbed his cock, and said, “Want to learn how to suck my cock honey?”

I looked at him with my mouth half open wondering where to start first.

I guess he sensed that as apprehension, because he patted the bed, and suggested, “Don’t worry baby, Grampa will show you how.”

I sat down, and stared at his hard tool; I wanted so much to please him like he did me.
 
“First, just kiss and lick this part,” he said, pointing to the head. “When you’re comfortable with that I will tell you what to do next.”

In my mind, I told myself, ‘I know what to do, but I’m not stopping you Gramps, because I wanted to make him feel special too.’

I licked my lips hungrily, leaned over, kissed, and run my tongue all over the purple head. “Mmm, Gramps, you taste good.”

“Glad you like it baby, some women don’t. Now, I want you to kiss and lick it all the way down this long part which is called a shaft.”

I eagerly licked it, savoring the musky, salty, tangy taste. My clit started to throb again. I wiggled my ass, and eagerly keep going, as I wanted to please Grampa.

Grampa slid his hand down to my pussy, and discovered how wet I was. He gently began fingering me again.

He stopped only long enough to tell me what to do next. “Now, honey, I want you to place your lips around the shaft, then take in as much as you could, and suck on it.”

With my mouth on his cock, I watched his face closely; because I wanted to make sure I was doing it right. After all his was bigger than my boyfriend’s dick.

I started to suck his cock, going deeper with each suck. He smiled, assured me that was okay, and to keep going as he finger-fucked my pussy.

With a shaky voice, he asked, “You like Grampa’s cock don’t you?”

I just moaned, “Mmmm,” and kept going.

He raised his hips off the bed, and started fucking my face.

Beads of sweet covered his brow, as I teased Grampa’s cock with my tongue, letting it dance across his cock, and down the shaft. My pussy was so fucking hot, and I was close to orgasm.

He closed his eyes, and moaned, “Oh Yeah, Aaarrrggghhh! I’m gonna cum soon honey. Do you want to swallow it? ”

I stopped sucking and replied, “I’ll try Grampa.”

I resumed sucking him feeling his cock pulsate hard in my mouth. I rammed my pussy down hard on his finger as another glorious climax went through me. My actions triggered his own response, and I felt his cock go rigid.

“Hold on to the shaft with your hands honey, I’m going to cum.”

I held his shaft with both hands, and wrapped my mouth as tight as I could around it.

Grampa held my mouth down on him, as he squirted wave after wave of cum up in my mouth.

I swallowed hard, but couldn’t hold it all, and it goes down my chin on to my breasts. “Sorry Gramps I tried to swallow it all,” I cried.
 
He moved up next to me, cradled me in his arms, and stroked my hair. With a soothing voice, said, “Aww honey, don’t cry. This was your first time sucking me off. No woman could swallow it all the first time; it takes a lot of practice.”

He just held me for a while, and then Grampa’s whole face lit up with excitement. “Trisha you were magnificent!”

“Really, you’re not just saying that to make me feel better?”

He pulled me close, kissed me hard, and answered, “No, by the way you’re a woman now.”

I giggled, grinned mischievously, and shouted, “I am, WOW! Hey Grampa, when could we do this again?”

He laughed out-loud, with a twinkle in his eyes, and answered, “Every time you come over alone we could. 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 pulled into the drive.

I leaned over, hugged Grampa, and told him, “I love you Grampa. Gotta go, bye, see you next Saturday!”

He hugged me back, and confessed, “I love you to pumpkin! I am looking forward to it.”

As we drove away, I watched him waving from the porch until I couldn’t see him anymore.

Mom turned her head toward me, and asked, “Did you have a good time dear?”

I smiled playfully, giggled, and then exclaimed, “Oh boy did we,” while inside I’m yelling, ‘You’ll never know my naughty little secret.’’