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Grandpa Tucks Me In

Grandpa Tucks Me In Chapter One One year, I went to spend my summer vacation with my grandparents. I hadn't seen much of them for years after they retired and moved away. So I wanted to be with them while I could, before I went away to college, or got a job or something. My clearest memory of that summer was discovering my awakening hormones. I remember one night touching myself underneath my summer pajamas. I was fascinated by the intensity of my feelings. A few minutes later, Grandpa crept into the guest room, and I pretended to be as1eep. He rubbed my back for a few minutes, and I didn't move a muscle. Soon, his hand was in my pajama shorts. I did not respond as he rubbed my bottom. Oh my, it felt so good. In my "s1eep" I rolled over onto my back. Grandpa's hand went right for my pubic mound. I was in heaven. I opened my legs slightly and his fingers explored my wet pussy. I felt two fingers plunge deeply into my hot chamber. He frigged me to orgasm in seconds. And then he left my room abruptly. I hoped he would come by again the next night. Chapter Two The next night, I couldn't wait to see what might happen. I wore my night shirt and nothing else. I was so horny; sweating and shivering, when the door slowly creaked open. I was already lying on my back with the sheet pulled up to my waist. I kept my eyes closed, but I could tell who it was by the cigar odor. I could hear him unzip his pants as he stood over me and the squishy sound of his wet cock as he masturbated. ...

... Gently, he drew the sheet down to my knees. My night shirt barely covered my moist pussy. When he lifted my shirt up ever so gingerly, I thought I would explode. I struggled to keep from opening my eyes. He stroked himself faster, and I heard him grunt under his breath at the same time I felt something wet and warm drop onto my exposed mound. A fat, rough finger spread the goo around, gliding over my smooth sex. His finger followed my slit up and down and then entered me, in and out, in and out, until I didn't think I could pretend to be as1eep any longer. I could feel my vaginal muscles clenching the intrusive finger. I didn't expect him to pull his finger out and rub it on my lips, but that's what he did. I was ready for anything, but not for the sound of footsteps coming down the hall. Grandpa reached for his zipper and got out of my room fast, closing my door behind him. As I licked my lips, I could hear muffled whispers in the hall. It had to be grandma, because she was the only other person in the house. I lay still, trying to hear what they were saying, but I couldn't tell. My fingers instinctively found their way between my legs. I smeared grandpa's cum around my pussy and put my fingers into my mouth. It was a new taste for me, neither good nor bad, but I had a feeling I would taste a lot more of it in the future. To my surprise, my door opened very slowly again. I quickly resumed my opossum act. Of course, I knew it was grandpa again, but a much bolder version this time. ...