02-07-2020, 01:32 PM
I pushed two fingers into my hot hole and pressed my thumb down onto my clit. I started to gasp out loud as the waves of pleasure started to build. I looked up and saw granddad watching me, a lecherous smile on his face.
“Tell me how much you enjoy doing this.”
“Oh I love doing this. Showing myself off to a man. Playing with myself, while a man watches me, oh it’s so dirty.” I breathed.
“Have you done this for a lot of men?”
“Last weekend, Alan made me do it in front of a load of them. I had to tell them all about when I was a little girl, playing with myself in my bedroom at night.”
“I’d have loved to have had you when you were young. I bet you were really innocent, weren’t you?”
“I think so, yes.”
“Would you have liked me to play with you when you were young?”
Another thrill shot through me as I realised where this was going.
“Oh yes, granddad, I would have loved you to have played me when I was just a young girl.”
“How old were you when you first let a boy touch you?”
“I was fifteen when I first let a boy touch my boobs. His name was Michael, and he told me he loved me. I believed him, so one night I let him have a feel of my boobs. It was over my top at first, then later I let him put his hand inside my top.”
“Go on.”
“It felt nice, so I let him do it lots of times. Then he wanted to put his hands up my skirt, and I wouldn’t let him. He finished with me right after, then told all the other boys at college that he’d felt my breasts.”
“Who was the first to touch your cunt?”
“My boyfriend Joe. I was sixteen and he was so lovely. I let him feel my boobs lots of times, I even let him see them once or twice. Then he wanted to touch me there.”
“Say it.”
I gasped, more humiliation, more thrills. I carried on playing with my clit, burying two fingers deep inside me.
“He wanted to touch my pussy. One night he started to push his hand up my skirt, and I just let him. His hand went higher and higher. And then he reached the top of my legs. I remember opening my legs just a little bit, so he’d know it was ok. Then he put his hand over my pussy and just let it lie there. It was over my knickers, but I knew he could feel it, and it felt nice. I let him do it like that lots of times. And then one night we were in the park together, we’d found a quiet little place where no one could find us, and we’d go there just to be together. He’d had his hand inside my top, feeling my breasts, and then he’d put his hand up my skirt. I’d let him, like I usually did, and I’d started to like it. Then he started to wriggle his fingers, and that felt really nice. And then I realised that he was trying to get hold of the leg of my knickers. I knew what he was trying to do, and I decided to let him.”
“He started to pull the leg of my knickers to one side, and then he slipped his hand inside. He just touched me at first. Then he started to move his fingers around. It felt really nice. Then he found my clit. He didn’t know, of course, and I didn’t give him any sign, but when I felt his finger start to touch it I just melted inside. Then he found my hole and started to push a finger into me. I was really embarrasses because I was wet down there, so I told him to stop.”
“But you let him finger you lots of times after that?”
“Yes. I’d let him touch me whenever he liked really.”
“Did you let him fuck you?”
“Yes. He was the first one. I let him make love to me.”
“But wouldn’t you have liked it if I’d been doing it to you?”
“Oh yes, granddad. I’d have loved it if you’d have been there to play with me, to teach me.”
“What would you have liked me to do?”
“I would have come to your shop straight after college, and you’d have taken me into the store room, like you did the other day. I’d have come to you, and sat on your lap while I told you all about what I’d done that day.”
“Go on.”
“I’d have done anything for you, granddad, and I’d have liked it when you started to touch me.”
“Touch you where?”
I groaned. I was building to a massive orgasm, but I wanted to hold it off for a while yet, this was getting too enjoyable!
“You’d have felt my breasts first. You’d have stroked them, and felt them and said nice things about them, like, ‘these are very pretty, Alison’. Then you’d have opened one or two of the buttons on my blouse and slipped your hand inside, and pulled my bra cup aside and run your lovely, rough hands all over my tender young boobs. And you’d have said ‘ do you like this, Alison?’ and I’d have said ‘yes granddad’, and you’d have smiled at me, like I was a good girl. And then you would have stoked my leg, just above my knee, and slowly slid your hand higher until your thumb was just touching my most secret place. And I’d be sitting on your lap, with my blouse open, and you’d have been able to see my breasts, and your hand would be up my skirt, and you’d be just touching my pussy with your thumb. And I’d open my legs so you could reach easily, and you’d start to run your fingers along the gusset of my knickers, and I’d let you, granddad.”
“Would you have liked that?”
“Tell me how much you enjoy doing this.”
“Oh I love doing this. Showing myself off to a man. Playing with myself, while a man watches me, oh it’s so dirty.” I breathed.
“Have you done this for a lot of men?”
“Last weekend, Alan made me do it in front of a load of them. I had to tell them all about when I was a little girl, playing with myself in my bedroom at night.”
“I’d have loved to have had you when you were young. I bet you were really innocent, weren’t you?”
“I think so, yes.”
“Would you have liked me to play with you when you were young?”
Another thrill shot through me as I realised where this was going.
“Oh yes, granddad, I would have loved you to have played me when I was just a young girl.”
“How old were you when you first let a boy touch you?”
“I was fifteen when I first let a boy touch my boobs. His name was Michael, and he told me he loved me. I believed him, so one night I let him have a feel of my boobs. It was over my top at first, then later I let him put his hand inside my top.”
“Go on.”
“It felt nice, so I let him do it lots of times. Then he wanted to put his hands up my skirt, and I wouldn’t let him. He finished with me right after, then told all the other boys at college that he’d felt my breasts.”
“Who was the first to touch your cunt?”
“My boyfriend Joe. I was sixteen and he was so lovely. I let him feel my boobs lots of times, I even let him see them once or twice. Then he wanted to touch me there.”
“Say it.”
I gasped, more humiliation, more thrills. I carried on playing with my clit, burying two fingers deep inside me.
“He wanted to touch my pussy. One night he started to push his hand up my skirt, and I just let him. His hand went higher and higher. And then he reached the top of my legs. I remember opening my legs just a little bit, so he’d know it was ok. Then he put his hand over my pussy and just let it lie there. It was over my knickers, but I knew he could feel it, and it felt nice. I let him do it like that lots of times. And then one night we were in the park together, we’d found a quiet little place where no one could find us, and we’d go there just to be together. He’d had his hand inside my top, feeling my breasts, and then he’d put his hand up my skirt. I’d let him, like I usually did, and I’d started to like it. Then he started to wriggle his fingers, and that felt really nice. And then I realised that he was trying to get hold of the leg of my knickers. I knew what he was trying to do, and I decided to let him.”
“He started to pull the leg of my knickers to one side, and then he slipped his hand inside. He just touched me at first. Then he started to move his fingers around. It felt really nice. Then he found my clit. He didn’t know, of course, and I didn’t give him any sign, but when I felt his finger start to touch it I just melted inside. Then he found my hole and started to push a finger into me. I was really embarrasses because I was wet down there, so I told him to stop.”
“But you let him finger you lots of times after that?”
“Yes. I’d let him touch me whenever he liked really.”
“Did you let him fuck you?”
“Yes. He was the first one. I let him make love to me.”
“But wouldn’t you have liked it if I’d been doing it to you?”
“Oh yes, granddad. I’d have loved it if you’d have been there to play with me, to teach me.”
“What would you have liked me to do?”
“I would have come to your shop straight after college, and you’d have taken me into the store room, like you did the other day. I’d have come to you, and sat on your lap while I told you all about what I’d done that day.”
“Go on.”
“I’d have done anything for you, granddad, and I’d have liked it when you started to touch me.”
“Touch you where?”
I groaned. I was building to a massive orgasm, but I wanted to hold it off for a while yet, this was getting too enjoyable!
“You’d have felt my breasts first. You’d have stroked them, and felt them and said nice things about them, like, ‘these are very pretty, Alison’. Then you’d have opened one or two of the buttons on my blouse and slipped your hand inside, and pulled my bra cup aside and run your lovely, rough hands all over my tender young boobs. And you’d have said ‘ do you like this, Alison?’ and I’d have said ‘yes granddad’, and you’d have smiled at me, like I was a good girl. And then you would have stoked my leg, just above my knee, and slowly slid your hand higher until your thumb was just touching my most secret place. And I’d be sitting on your lap, with my blouse open, and you’d have been able to see my breasts, and your hand would be up my skirt, and you’d be just touching my pussy with your thumb. And I’d open my legs so you could reach easily, and you’d start to run your fingers along the gusset of my knickers, and I’d let you, granddad.”
“Would you have liked that?”
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