Bi-Sexual Female / 24
Hi. I need to tell someone this story before I explode! Most probably won't believe me, but every word is true. I was sexually abused by my maternal grandfather... and I sorta liked it!!
Let me explain. My dad was an army officer and was stationed in Qatar during Desert Shield. My mom was pregnant with me while my dad was deployed, so she moved in with her parents at their farmhouse outside a sleepy little East Texas town. I was born a few months later, and as far as I know, that's when my accuse began.
My first memory of my grandfather were of me toddling naked after him into his old barn. I was barely out of diapers and was still being potty trained. I remember squatting down in the tall grass beside the barn and peeing...laughing as my urine made a little river between my dusty feet. Grandpa laughed too, and pulled his cock out of his overalls and began to add his piss stream to my own. I reneged being fascinated with two things at that moment...first, he had a penis (though I didn't know what it was called then) and I didn't, and secondly that his piss stream was stronger and straighter than mine! I'm not sure I was jealous... just fascinated!
Grandpa didn't bother to put his cock up after he finishes peeing. In fact, he started stroking it while he waited for me to finish pissing. I watched as his cock got longer, thicker, and harder in his hands! My childish mind must have thought it was magic! I remember him asking if I was finished going potty. And when I looked between my legs at my little pussy and saw no pee coming out, I proudly announces to him that I was. He nodded and picked me up, saying he needed to clean me up. I knew my mommy cleaned me after I used the potty, willing my slit and butt with toilet paper and then using a wet wipe on me before pulling my little cotton panties up. So I didn't question that my wonderful grandfather would do the same. He carried me into the barn and sat me on the edge of his work table, but there must not have been any toilet paper available because he lifted my legs like mom used to do when I still wore diapers. He then ran his finger down my still wet slit and licked them. Then he spread my legs apart and just began to lick my little pussy clean!
I remember it felt a lot better than the way mommy cleaned me! I wriggled a lot on the workbench while grandpa licked me clean. I couldn't see what he was doing, but he had one hand down below the table's edge while his other hand held my feet in the air. But he moaned a lot as he cleaned me with his tongue... even cleaning my little butt hole though I hadn't pooped!
It became pretty regular after that... though not daily. Usually when mom and grandma went into town to shop, or when daddy came home from overseas and wanted 'special time' with mommy. He called it 'chores'. He'd say that he was going out to the barn to do chores and wanted to know if I wanted to come be h his little helper! Of course mom and grandma thought that was so sweet! I loved it too. Especially after mommy got pregnant again with my little brother are one of daddy's special visits. Everyone paid attention to her and her growing tummy, but grandpa paid attention to me and let me help him with chores!
Of course the chores began to include other things other than him licking my pussy and butt. One warm weekend, he took me down to a little cream that ran behind their property and he took off all his clothes and helped me get out of mine. Years ago when his children were small, he has widened the creek in one spot and lined the edge with large, flat rocks to form a swimming hole. It was shallow enough for a toddler to wade in, but wife enough for an adult to stretch out and float in. As we swam, I would watch his cock and balls float in the water and curiosity guy the best of me. I reached out with my little chubby hand and grabbed his shift penis and splashed it against the water! Grandpa laughed, but didn't take my hand away. In fact, he encouraged me to touch it and play with it and stroke it. I remembered him stroking it that day we had pissed together out in the yard, so I did just like he had... running my small bags up and down the full length of his stiffening cock! I looked surprised as the magic happened in my own hand! Grandpa's dick got hard almost immediately, and he told me I could put it in my mouth if I wanted to. I new when grandpa's put his mouth on my pussy it felt real good, so I assumed it would feel just as good when I put my mouth on his penis! It did feel good, but differently than when he sucked on me. I sucked the tip of his cock for a while, like I sucked on a bottle before nap time. Grandpa leaned against some of the fist stones at the edge of the shall swimming hole and closed his eyes as I sucked. Soon, he started to moan louder and louder! Then I felt his cock get hit in my mouth and swell even larger just before hit, white, sticky stuff began to fill my little mouth! It tasted salty and felt like pudding in my throat! I pulled off his cock is surprise! I watched as his penis jumped and throbbed, sitting more of that sticky white stuff out of where his pee came from!
When it finally finished, grandpa told me I could lick the white stuff off his cock. I didn't really want to because I didn't like the salty taste, but I did like pudding, so I suck my tongue out again and licked it like a melting ice cream cone! I soon got used to the taste. But I definitely liked I've cream better!
Soon, my 'chores' with grandpa involved him licking my pussy and ass, sucking my little nipples, rubbing his cock against my tummy clit and me sucking his cock and swallowing his cum. Sometimes it was out in the barn, subsumed down at the swimming hole, and occasionally in the bathroom of the farmhouse when I was taking a bath in the big claw-foot tub!
I never knew any different than to call them 'chores', and I really loved doing chores with grandpa. This was our routine and special time for years. After my brother was born, as soon as he was out of diapers and potty trained as well, grandpa let him in on our chores... but that's a different story.
Grandpa never penetrated my pussy with his cock until I was six years old. He broke my hymen and canned inside my virgin c**t. It hurt so bad, and I cried. I didn't want to do that chore at all! But grandpa told me it would feel better the next time. And he was right, though I cried anyway the first few times he fucked me. But after a while, it did feel good, and I enjoyed that chore most of all. That chore expanded our core spots to the bedrooms and sometimes the living room if no one else was home. Grandpa loved fucking my bald, little pussy...especially when I also had my brother's cock in my mouth.
This was my norm. I never knew this was wrong and never thought to tell
on my grandfather because I didn't know better. My grandpa had some magazines or in the barn, hidden under some tools in his work table that he liked to show me and my brothers. They showed other kids having sex with each other and with adults, and so we believed that all kids did these things. About once a month he would get a new magazine. Most were in foreign languages that we couldn't read... not that we needed to read to know what was going on. It's kinda ironic that it was the magazines that got my grandfather in trouble. Two weeks before my twelfth birthday, men in black cars and suits came to the farm. My dad had been back from the war for a while and we had moved to our own house by then, but we still went to spend summers at the old farm. Grandpa was arrested on possession of c********nography, and my brothers and I had to testify via video at his trial about the magazines and what he had some to us. It tore our family apart! Grandpa was sentenced to eight years for the porn. They had no physical evidence other than our testimony of his m****tation of us kids, so he wasn't convicted of that. My parents got divorced shortly after that. My dad never wanted anything to do with my mom's family again.
For the first time in twelve years of 'abuse', I felt shame and guilt. Not because of having sex with my grandfather and brothers all my life, but because I felt like it was my fault my grandpa went to prison and my parents got divorced. When my grandpa got out four years ago, my grandmother divorced him on principle... being a godly Christian woman. He died of a heart attack nine months later. I never got to see him after they took him away to prison. I never got to ask him why he did it. I never got to understand how it was wrong. My mother tells me he was sick and needed help. My dad says he was a sick fuck who needed to be shot. My therapist tells me that I need to forgive my grandfather--for what? Okay, yes. I understand that i****t and m****tation is illegal, but was it wrong? I felt worse after the trial than I ever did when my grandpa was fucking my little pussy and I was sucking my brothers cocks and eating their cum!
There's so much more to this story, but this facet is enough for today. I loved my grandfather, and I loved the attention he gave me. I felt loved by
him. So yes... I liked it when he m****ted me. Sue me.
Let me explain. My dad was an army officer and was stationed in Qatar during Desert Shield. My mom was pregnant with me while my dad was deployed, so she moved in with her parents at their farmhouse outside a sleepy little East Texas town. I was born a few months later, and as far as I know, that's when my accuse began.
My first memory of my grandfather were of me toddling naked after him into his old barn. I was barely out of diapers and was still being potty trained. I remember squatting down in the tall grass beside the barn and peeing...laughing as my urine made a little river between my dusty feet. Grandpa laughed too, and pulled his cock out of his overalls and began to add his piss stream to my own. I reneged being fascinated with two things at that moment...first, he had a penis (though I didn't know what it was called then) and I didn't, and secondly that his piss stream was stronger and straighter than mine! I'm not sure I was jealous... just fascinated!
Grandpa didn't bother to put his cock up after he finishes peeing. In fact, he started stroking it while he waited for me to finish pissing. I watched as his cock got longer, thicker, and harder in his hands! My childish mind must have thought it was magic! I remember him asking if I was finished going potty. And when I looked between my legs at my little pussy and saw no pee coming out, I proudly announces to him that I was. He nodded and picked me up, saying he needed to clean me up. I knew my mommy cleaned me after I used the potty, willing my slit and butt with toilet paper and then using a wet wipe on me before pulling my little cotton panties up. So I didn't question that my wonderful grandfather would do the same. He carried me into the barn and sat me on the edge of his work table, but there must not have been any toilet paper available because he lifted my legs like mom used to do when I still wore diapers. He then ran his finger down my still wet slit and licked them. Then he spread my legs apart and just began to lick my little pussy clean!
I remember it felt a lot better than the way mommy cleaned me! I wriggled a lot on the workbench while grandpa licked me clean. I couldn't see what he was doing, but he had one hand down below the table's edge while his other hand held my feet in the air. But he moaned a lot as he cleaned me with his tongue... even cleaning my little butt hole though I hadn't pooped!
It became pretty regular after that... though not daily. Usually when mom and grandma went into town to shop, or when daddy came home from overseas and wanted 'special time' with mommy. He called it 'chores'. He'd say that he was going out to the barn to do chores and wanted to know if I wanted to come be h his little helper! Of course mom and grandma thought that was so sweet! I loved it too. Especially after mommy got pregnant again with my little brother are one of daddy's special visits. Everyone paid attention to her and her growing tummy, but grandpa paid attention to me and let me help him with chores!
Of course the chores began to include other things other than him licking my pussy and butt. One warm weekend, he took me down to a little cream that ran behind their property and he took off all his clothes and helped me get out of mine. Years ago when his children were small, he has widened the creek in one spot and lined the edge with large, flat rocks to form a swimming hole. It was shallow enough for a toddler to wade in, but wife enough for an adult to stretch out and float in. As we swam, I would watch his cock and balls float in the water and curiosity guy the best of me. I reached out with my little chubby hand and grabbed his shift penis and splashed it against the water! Grandpa laughed, but didn't take my hand away. In fact, he encouraged me to touch it and play with it and stroke it. I remembered him stroking it that day we had pissed together out in the yard, so I did just like he had... running my small bags up and down the full length of his stiffening cock! I looked surprised as the magic happened in my own hand! Grandpa's dick got hard almost immediately, and he told me I could put it in my mouth if I wanted to. I new when grandpa's put his mouth on my pussy it felt real good, so I assumed it would feel just as good when I put my mouth on his penis! It did feel good, but differently than when he sucked on me. I sucked the tip of his cock for a while, like I sucked on a bottle before nap time. Grandpa leaned against some of the fist stones at the edge of the shall swimming hole and closed his eyes as I sucked. Soon, he started to moan louder and louder! Then I felt his cock get hit in my mouth and swell even larger just before hit, white, sticky stuff began to fill my little mouth! It tasted salty and felt like pudding in my throat! I pulled off his cock is surprise! I watched as his penis jumped and throbbed, sitting more of that sticky white stuff out of where his pee came from!
When it finally finished, grandpa told me I could lick the white stuff off his cock. I didn't really want to because I didn't like the salty taste, but I did like pudding, so I suck my tongue out again and licked it like a melting ice cream cone! I soon got used to the taste. But I definitely liked I've cream better!
Soon, my 'chores' with grandpa involved him licking my pussy and ass, sucking my little nipples, rubbing his cock against my tummy clit and me sucking his cock and swallowing his cum. Sometimes it was out in the barn, subsumed down at the swimming hole, and occasionally in the bathroom of the farmhouse when I was taking a bath in the big claw-foot tub!
I never knew any different than to call them 'chores', and I really loved doing chores with grandpa. This was our routine and special time for years. After my brother was born, as soon as he was out of diapers and potty trained as well, grandpa let him in on our chores... but that's a different story.
Grandpa never penetrated my pussy with his cock until I was six years old. He broke my hymen and canned inside my virgin c**t. It hurt so bad, and I cried. I didn't want to do that chore at all! But grandpa told me it would feel better the next time. And he was right, though I cried anyway the first few times he fucked me. But after a while, it did feel good, and I enjoyed that chore most of all. That chore expanded our core spots to the bedrooms and sometimes the living room if no one else was home. Grandpa loved fucking my bald, little pussy...especially when I also had my brother's cock in my mouth.
This was my norm. I never knew this was wrong and never thought to tell
on my grandfather because I didn't know better. My grandpa had some magazines or in the barn, hidden under some tools in his work table that he liked to show me and my brothers. They showed other kids having sex with each other and with adults, and so we believed that all kids did these things. About once a month he would get a new magazine. Most were in foreign languages that we couldn't read... not that we needed to read to know what was going on. It's kinda ironic that it was the magazines that got my grandfather in trouble. Two weeks before my twelfth birthday, men in black cars and suits came to the farm. My dad had been back from the war for a while and we had moved to our own house by then, but we still went to spend summers at the old farm. Grandpa was arrested on possession of c********nography, and my brothers and I had to testify via video at his trial about the magazines and what he had some to us. It tore our family apart! Grandpa was sentenced to eight years for the porn. They had no physical evidence other than our testimony of his m****tation of us kids, so he wasn't convicted of that. My parents got divorced shortly after that. My dad never wanted anything to do with my mom's family again.
For the first time in twelve years of 'abuse', I felt shame and guilt. Not because of having sex with my grandfather and brothers all my life, but because I felt like it was my fault my grandpa went to prison and my parents got divorced. When my grandpa got out four years ago, my grandmother divorced him on principle... being a godly Christian woman. He died of a heart attack nine months later. I never got to see him after they took him away to prison. I never got to ask him why he did it. I never got to understand how it was wrong. My mother tells me he was sick and needed help. My dad says he was a sick fuck who needed to be shot. My therapist tells me that I need to forgive my grandfather--for what? Okay, yes. I understand that i****t and m****tation is illegal, but was it wrong? I felt worse after the trial than I ever did when my grandpa was fucking my little pussy and I was sucking my brothers cocks and eating their cum!
There's so much more to this story, but this facet is enough for today. I loved my grandfather, and I loved the attention he gave me. I felt loved by
him. So yes... I liked it when he m****ted me. Sue me.
