I remember that
night so vividly,
that night I had
once thought so
tragic and awful,
when my daughter
Elaine showed up at
my door with my
granddaughter
Cynthia. My daughter
Elaine had always
been a bit of a
handful for my now
deceased wife and
me. You name it,
drinking, drugs,
loser men, yet
Elaine still had her
intellect, an
intellect that
always kept her on
track with her work
in school, leading
to degree in
business management
and eventually
owning her own
business. I had
finally began to
think that the rebel
days of her youth
had vanished and
replaced it with a
better perception,
but I was wrong.
Fifteen years ago,
just as Elaine had
finished university,
she had met Kevin.
Our whole family saw
right through this
asshole, and
straight into his
demented core. Of
course, Elaine fell
head-over-heels in
love with this
wacko, and shortly
after graduation was
knocked-up and
married to him. What
could we do, we
loved her, we loved
our granddaughter
Cynthia too; so, we
sat back, though not
silent, and every
now and then, picked
up the pieces left
from Kevin and his
destructive ways.
Then, that awful
night almost six
years ago, I'll
never erase it from
my memory. I truly
believe, next to
holding the hand of
my wife as she took
her last breath of
life, succumbing to
cancer, this night,
too, would be
forever carved in my
mind. It was a
little after 10:00
that night, when my
nightly news
watching on
television was
interrupted by a
non-stop ringing of
the doorbell. I
could not think who
would be at the door
that late, and as I
neared the door I
felt a surge of
panic take over me,
like I knew what I
would find on the
other side would be
my worst fear.
Opening the door,
there hunched over,
was my daughter
Elaine and little
Cynthia. As my
daughter looked up
at me, my heart
nearly stopped. Her
face was badly
beaten and bleeding,
she could barely get
the words out.
Cynthia said,
"Grandpa, daddy did
it again. He came
home and trashed the
house, and hurt
mommy."
As I reached for
Elaine, she
collapsed in my arms
and I brought her
slowly down to the
hallway floor. I ran
and called 911, then
rushed back to
comfort Elaine. I
watched her mangled
body struggling for
air, and I cried. By
the time they got
her to the hospital,
it was too late. The
doctor, who came to
tell me my daughter
had passed, said she
had severe trauma to
the head and
internal bleeding,
all of which led to
tremendous blood
loss, which was too
much for her body to
handle. That was
almost six years
ago.
Elaine was smart,
and made sure there
would be no
complications in my
getting custody of
Cynthia, in the case
of her death. With
that prick, Kevin,
behind bars, I was
all Cynthia really
had.
When Cynthia first
came to live with
me, she was a sad
and timid 9 � year
old, who had been
through so much in
her short life.
This, I believe,
gave her wisdom far
beyond her years.
That first year was
hard for both of us.
I was 67, and was
having to learn how
to be a father
again, which was, in
a way, easy since I
had always been a
big part of
Cynthia's life even
before all this
tragedy. Eventually,
we both adjusted and
fell into routines,
her with school and
friends, me with my
early retirement and
trying to start up a
small internet
business to pass the
time. I have to say
it was nice to see
my Cynthia begin to
perk up out of the
gloom and become a
happy 10 year old,
and this brought
sunshine into my
days. I could not
wait for her to walk
through the door,
after school, come
in my office, wrap
her arms around my
neck and hug, and
then tell me all
about her day.
I guess you can say,
my daytimes led to
boredom more often
than not, and this
led me to fill my
time with surfing
the internet; which,
of course, led me to
porn. What a
fascinating concept
for an old coot like
me, I can sit in the
comfort of my own
home and gaze at
porn all day, and no
one is the wiser. It
has been ages since
I've had the
pleasures of a
woman, and with all
the tragedy I had
lived through, I did
not have time to
pursue dating or the
company of a woman.
And, to be honest,
I'm no spring
chicken; all the
drama in my life has
probably aged me
faster. I'm not in
the best shape, gray
and balding, and a
bit of a spare tire
for a mid-section.
So, online porn
became my
convenience. It was
nice to be able to
download a dirty
mpg, sit back, and
stroke my cock as
many times as I
wanted to during my
not so busy days.
Then recently, I
stumbled on a site
full of pictures and
clips of old men
with really young
girls. My cock
instantly came to
life, pressing
achingly against the
confines of my
trousers. Undoing my
trousers and freeing
my cock, I clicked
on a pictured of an
aged old man with
white hair, dipping
his tongue and fat
finger into, what
must be, the
sweetest tasting
hairless pussy of
some pre-pubescent
blonde. As I began
to stroke my cock, I
could not help but
wish I were the man
in that picture. Oh,
how my cock ached, I
stroked faster, my
breathing quickened,
and I felt the
familiar tightening
in my balls. I
wanted to be that
man, I wanted to
lick that little
girl's pussy, and
taste her sweet
nectar. I was so
overcome by desire
for this little girl
and my cock erupted,
spurting streams of
hot white cum all
over the place. It
was such a release,
I've not cum like
that in so long, yet
it also opened up a
new need€”I needed a
young girl.
I had just enough
time to clean myself
up before Cynthia
got home from
school. Today was
her last day of
school before the
start of spring
recess. This meant I
would have her
around most of the
days for a week. I
was looking forward
to spending some
time with her, and
now I had even more
reason to want some
special quality time
with her.
When Cynthia walked
in the living room,
after school, I
drank her in. I had
not noticed that she
was actually
beginning to bud
small mounds where
her once flat chest
had been, and the
sight made my cock
throb. She was about
4 foot 6 now, and
maybe 85 pounds the
most, with
strawberry blonde
wavy shoulder length
hair that looked so
soft, and big dark
brown eyes, which
could always get me
to do whatever she
wanted. Shifting in
my recliner, my mind
was reasoning my
cock into behaving.
Her youthful beauty
entranced me.
Cynthia flopped into
my lap, wrapped her
arms around me, and
hugged me hello.
Then chimed right in
with the days gossip
about who did this
and that, what she
got on her test in
math, and how she
and her friends were
already planning her
birthday party,
which was two months
away. I just gazed
at her innocent
beauty, and could
not believe that she
would be eleven
soon. It was so
comforting having
her cozy up with me,
we were close, and
now I wanted to be
even closer; but
would she. I could
not believe I was
thinking this about
my granddaughter,
but I was. I wanted
to touch her, to
teach her, and enjoy
her in everyway, but
would she let me? I
knew I had to put
this out of my mind
for the moment, as I
felt my cock
stirring. So, I
suggested we go get
ready to go out for
dinner, making the
excuse that I wanted
to start her
vacation off right,
and she was only too
eager to go.
After dinner, we
decided to catch a
movie. It was some
teen horror flick
she was begging to
see, which I found
boring and let my
mind drift off to
thoughts of Cynthia
and my need to have
her. Again, my cock
sprang to life, and
as it did Cynthia
brought her hand to
mine and clasped it
tightly. Then, I did
something, I had to
test the waters; so,
I brought her hand
in mine to my lap
and held hands
against my bulging
hardness. She didn't
move, she didn't say
a thing, so, I eased
my hand from hers
and left hers there
alone on my hard
throbbing cock.
After a few minutes
of her hand lying on
top of my clothed
erection, her thumb
began to lightly
caress my bulge. I
thought I was going
to explode right
there. I didn't know
if she knew what she
was doing, or if she
was just engrossed
in the movie and
thought it was my
leg, but I was not
going to stop her to
ask. This went on
for a while; the
slow teasing of my
cock by my, maybe
unaware,
granddaughter, and
it was more than I
could take. I
excused myself to
the bathroom, and
stroked off, yet
another, powerful
wad of cum.
When we got home
from the movies, I
told Cynthia it was
late, and time for
her to go to bed.
She hugged me, and
thanked me for the
movie and ran up the
stairs to ready for
bed. Before I headed
off to my room, I
checked in on her
and said goodnight,
then got myself
ready for bed.
Shortly after I
dozed off, Cynthia
was at my bedside
nudging me awake.
"What's wrong
Cynthia", I asked.
She was standing at
my bedside, a bit
pale and obviously
frightened.
She said, "Grandpa,
you shouldn't have
let me see that
movie, I'm scared.
Can I sleep with you
tonight?"
Now, I know I had
died and gone to
heaven. How could I
say no to her, her
eyes teary and mouth
pouting, and an
opportunity to feel
her tender body next
to mine.
"Sure honey scoot in
here with Grandpa",
is what I said.
Cynthia snuggled up
close to me, and I
could feel her body
trembling with fear.
"Grandpa, my tummy
feels achy because
I'm so scared."
"How can I make it
feel better?" I
asked.
"Can you rub my
tummy like you use
too when I didn't
feel good?"
I couldn't believe
the luck I had just
ran into. It was
good enough, for the
moment, having her
little body next to
me in bed, but now I
was given permission
to touch her body,
and I was going to
take full advantage
of this. "Sure
honey." And with
that, my hand glided
over her blue
nightie, rubbing
gently over her
stomach.
"How does that feel
Cynth?"
"Not too much better
yet Grandpa."
"Sweetie, just relax
and Grandpa will
make it all better,
you trust me right?"
"Grandpa I always
trust you."
"Good, that's my
good girl."
I kept rubbing her
stomach, and slowly
her body began to
relax. With each
swirl of my hand, I
made sure that her
nightie would rise
up a little bit
more. Then my hand
felt the first
contact with the
skin of her stomach,
so soft like silk,
and my body tingled,
waking my cock from
its slumber. The
motion of my hand
began to cover more
area, and my
fingertips slid over
her budding breast.
They were not quite
developed yet, but
the youthful nubs
felt wonderful under
my fingertips.
Cynthia's body was
totally relaxed, and
she made no effort
to stop me from
doing what I was
doing.
"Grandpa that feels
so nice."
"Cynth do you want
me to keep rubbing?"
"Yes, don't stop. I
feel so good."
"Well Honey, I know
how to make it feel
even better."
"Really, How
Grandpa?"
"Let's get you out
of this nightie so I
can make sure I get
all the spots that
ache?"
I helped Cynthia off
with her nightie,
and now she lay next
to me topless. I
resumed rubbing her,
only now, my hand
went directly to her
tiny breast mounds.
Caressing one at a
time, taking turns
with each bud. My
fingers twirled her
pre-puberty nipples,
and she moaned, not
in pain, but in an
obviously pleasured
tone.
"You know you are
Grandpa's special
girl, and I'd never
do anything to hurt
you. I want to
always make you feel
good. Do you like
what Grandpa is
doing to you?"
"Oh yes Grandpa. I
feel so warm, and it
makes me feel good
all over."
"That's good honey,
because that means
your body likes to
be touched like
this. Do you want me
to make you feel
even better?"
"MMMMM yes Grandpa,"
was all she could
say as she was
clearly getting lost
in the new feelings
her body was getting
from my hands on her
breast buds.
I lowered my lips to
her chest, and slid
them over each
little bud. I
couldn't believe how
silky her skin felt
under the calloused
skin of my fingers.
I suckled one of her
buds into my mouth,
not much there, but
enough for my tongue
to flick and lick,
before making my way
over to the other.
Cynthia was moaning
at each new
sensation I was
stimulating in her.
I knew she was mine,
and I could do
whatever I wished.
Kissing up her neck,
and taking in the
scent of her hair,
which carried a hint
of strawberry to
match the color, I
made my way to her
lips, and pressed
mine gently down on
hers, and then, I
let my tongue part
her lips. She didn't
object, she didn't
fight, and she let
my tongue touch
hers. It was obvious
that she didn't know
what to do, so, I
whispered in her
ear, "Follow what
Grandpa does with
his tongue." She
did, and soon, our
tongues were
teasing, and playing
with each other. My
cock was throbbing
hard, and I eased it
out of my boxers,
letting it rest
against her hip.
"Do you want to make
Grandpa feel good
like you?"
"How can I do that
Grandpa?"
I brought her hand
to my cock, and
placed it over it.
"This is Grandpa's
cock. If you hold it
in your hand and
stroke it up and
down, it will make
Grandpa feel good
like you." Cynthia
began to rub my
cock, her small hand
fit snuggly around
it, she stroked up
and down, and not
too fast. I thrusted
my cock against her
gripping hand,
fucking it slowly,
and trying not to
explode yet.
"Do you feel good
Grandpa?"
"OOOH yes baby girl,
Grandpa feels really
good. You are doing
a good job. Can you
kiss Grandpa's
cock?"
Cynthia bent her
head down to my cock
and kissed the tip,
then licked the bit
of pre-cum that had
escaped my cock.
"Lick my cock
sweetie, and then
let it slide in your
mouth." She was good
at following what I
said, and began to
lick the shaft of my
cock up and down.
Her small tongue
bathed my cock, and
then she slipped it
passed her lips. Her
mouth, not wide at
all, eagerly tried
to take in as much
of my cock as she
could. "Cynth slide
it in and out of
your mouth, it will
make me feel so
good, and when that
happens, I will
explode my cum in
your mouth." Cynthia
sucked on my cock,
up and down slowly,
her mouth was tight
around my cock and I
knew I would not
last much longer. I
held her head and
began to fuck her
tiny mouth watching
every inch that she
could take disappear
within her mouth. I
couldn't take it any
longer, "Ready
honey, Grandpa is
going to cum in your
good little girl
mouth." And with
that, I let loose
spurt after spurt of
cum into her mouth.
She couldn't swallow
it all, and it began
to seep from the
corners of her
mouth, trailing down
her chin. She looked
beautiful like that.
When I pulled my
cock from her mouth,
I told her to lick
her lips to my cum,
and she did.
"Grandpa did I make
you feel good?"
"Oh yes, Honey you
made me feel really
good, you are my
good little girl."
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