A continuation of my abuse at Grandpa’s house. Questionable urges can’t be controlled
My pussy walls throbbed, strong muscles flexed and pulsed with heat. My pink sweatpants felt too hot against my slit. I felt slick between my legs, wet and uncomfortable.
I felt dizzy so I sat down on the living room couch.
The splashing water and the sound of dishes getting scrubbed by Auntie Jay made my heart flutter. I just saw Grandpa and My aunt fuck right in the kitchen. My face felt flush.
Flashes of my visit with Grandpa 2 years ago rushed past my eyes, the cold slippery tiles and the sting of soap on my skin. My poor pussy getting scrubbed raw with each punishing, deliberate abuse from Grandpa….
I closed my eyes tightly and pulled my knees to my chest. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t breath my heart pounded against my ribs relentlessly. I wanted to disappear.
Im not sure how long I sat like that…
The bathroom door cracked open, my older Cousin and his girlfriend giggled and peaked through the crack.
The door cracked opened again and my cousin slipped out. His hurried out to the backyard with a spring in his step not even glancing in my direction.
Minutes pass, the bathroom opened wide, my heart fluttered as I drank in the beauty that stood in the doorway.
Smooth bare legs, long slender and dark caught my eyes. Her brown skin was so soft looking, I felt my cunt throb as my eyes traced up her legs. Her floral dress hugged her curves perfectly, large breasts filled out the front. Beautiful.
Full lips and dark soft eyes met my gaze. She smiled then saw me curled on the couch and her expression turned soft and kind.
“What’s wrong beautiful? Is there anything I can get you?”
Her voice was soft and calming. A soft hand touched my quivering leg, it felt so warm and gentle.
“I don’t feel good and I want to go home” I whispered.
“Oh sweetie,” she smiled reassuringly.
There was a blanket resting on the couch so she unfolded it, sat beside me and wrapped us up in the blanket. One arm wrapped around me and the other hand slowly stroked my arm.
I leaned into her, her purfume smelled like vanilla and sweetness. I inhaled her scent deeply and my heart fluttered with bliss. Her soft brown hands looked so beautiful with her purple nail polish, the soft pads of her fingertips danced on my skin sending goose bumps and shivers up my spine. My clit pulsed and my cunt throbbed as she pet me softly.
I imagined what those soft fingers might feel like against my aching folds. My face felt hot with embarrassment as I felt my cunt pulse with desire. My little clit pounding to my heart beat with a building aching pressure and desire.
My head rested against her warm full chest. I was in her arms as she soothingly rubbed my back. I felt a small moan escape my mouth as her hand rubbed circles on my lower back, the sensation sent electric pleasure directly to my pussy walls. I nuzzled her and sighed a shakey breath of relief as my anxiety slowly melted away. She kissed the top of my head and told me everything was okay, I felt like a small girl in her arms despite my widening hips and forming breasts.
My hand felt cool against her soft skin, I traced her collar bone and neck gently.
Her breasts felt soft and full pressing against me, I ached and my urges started fogging my mind. My heart raced with sudden desire, her purfume hypnotized me.
My small hand reached down the top of her dress and gropped her breast. Heavy and firm and soft and warm I squeezed. I felt her soft nipple against my thumb so I stroked the skin gently. The delicate skin harded as I touched. My heart jumped and my pussy throbbed, my head swam in lustful fog.
She jumped away startled and giggled awkwardly. “Oh sweetie, um” she blushed. “That’s not appropriate to umm. Well.” She then quickly adjusted her top and glanced down at me.
She walked away back to the firepit and didn’t look at me for the rest of the visit.
The couch felt bigger, the blanket around me felt lonely. I blinked in shock with sudden abandonment. I felt so stupid and embarrassed. Fear and worry sunk into my stomach, was I gay? Would she say anything? Why did I do that?
I curled back up into the couch and wrapped myself in the blanket, her sweet vanilla smell lingered and I inhaled deeply. My eyes close and I let my mind wonder.
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A sudden weight shifting on the couch startled me awake. Grandpa was there on the couch, he stroked my blonde hair and whispers quietly in my ear.
“Shhh…Be a good girl for Grandpa, that’s a good girl”
My nose was overwhelmed by strong liquor on his breath. My eyes widen and I look around the room desperate to run. Dark except for the glow of the TV. The volume low fills the dead air around us. I can see my Mommy and her boyfriend passed out, cuddled up on the ground with some blankets and pillows surrounding them.
How late was it?
The room was quiet except for the fan above us humming, the low TV and the snore of my Mommy’s Boyfriend.
Grandpa swayed drunkenly above me, his dark shadowed body looked massive as he loomed over me. My mind was screaming, begging to run, to move, or to call out for Mommy. I was frozen in fear and anxiety.
His dick looked slender, the tip swollen and purple in this light. His balls hung low with grey hair sticking wildly out of the front of his pants.
He stroked himself roughly, the shaft throbbed and his head leaked drips of precum out his wide slit, dripping on the blank I was wrapped in. The hole of his head opened and closed as he stoked, a long drip of clear cum hung from the tip of his bulbus head. His balls swayed with the motion of his hips.
My eyes squeezed shut and I tried to pretend unsee Grandpa’s cock bouncing before my face. I heard it, wet sounds stroking in front of my faces, his stinking breath felt hot and wet as he grunted over me.
The blanket was pulled away suddenly, cool night air rushing over my body. His free hand began to roughly grope at covered pussy. Boney fingers traced the outline of my slit through my sweatpants and panties, fabric wrinkled and bunched against my tender folds. My hole throbbed and tingled despite my internal dread. I glanced over at my Mommy hoping she would wake up. I tried to beg and cry for it to stop.
“Please, please please”
The words shakey and weak, my eyes pleadings twords the sleeping adults feet away us.
Grandpa’s eyes widened, seeing my mouth muttering something under my breath. He brought a finger to me mouth.
“Shhhh, that’s good girl” he whispered repositioning my gaze up to the ceiling.
He then brought his hand to the front of my sweatpants. Cold fingertips snuck under the waist band and under my panties easily. I allowed his fingers to slip easily down into my burning hot slit.
My folds were soaked with pussy juice and his cool calloused skin against my soft heat sent pleasurable shivers down my spine. He fondled and slid his thick finger slowly in and out of my wet hole, his finger getting coated. Another finger now roughly thrust into my tender hole, my legs trembled.
His palm pushing against the front of my pussy, grinding against my delicate pearl. I quietly shivered as waves of pleasure began to rise from within me. My walls squeezed trying push out the intruding digit, unable to fight back in any meaningful way Grandpa roughly fingered me as he stroked his leaky cock.
My body twitching as he abused me, my back sunken in the couch I watched his hand tug roughly.
With a breathy quiet grunt his hips jerked forward. His cock dripped thick white ropes as the head pulsed. His cum dripped on my leg and couch. He grunted and thrusted his finger deep and hard in me as he came, I felt his boney fingers curl inside me. My sore walls fluttered in response to the sensation.
As soon as he finished his hand out of my pants, he sniffed his slick fingers before sucked them clean.
“Filthy girl” he smiled.
He swayed and leaned over to kiss my forehead.
He pulled up his pants, stood up and swayed wildly before stabilizing. He shuffled drunkenly down the hall to his room.
The room was quiet. The TV low and the fan humming I stared at the ceiling, my pussy was pulsing. My eyes leaked tears of confusion as I tried to ignore what just happened. My little clit felt rock hard against my damp panties, the tension in my core unsatisfied.
I whimper quiet to myself and try to sooth myself to sleep. My hand slowly finds it’s way under my waistband. I hesitate and pull back as my fingertips traced the outline to the top of my panties. Frustrated and horny I grip at my covered pussy lips though my thin panties. The panty fabric felt cool and wet, a thin but vital barrier between me and my aching hole.
My shaking finger traced up and down my covered slit, the fabric wrinkled and glidded as I press the fabric deeper into my folds. Now slick with my own filth my finger dances over my aching bundle of nerves. I bite my lips together holding back moans as i slowly tease my clit.
The panty fabric had a seam line that slid back and forth over my nub each time I pushed the fabric into my folds. The rougher seam line caught and rubbed my hard clit, waves of ecstasy pulsed from my holes and radiated over me. My legs shook, a quiet gasping moan escaped. My orgasm teased from my clit so softly, the sensation floods my body and I trembled and gasped. The soft sensations of my barely moving fingers make my nerves jump with need. My hole pulses and my thighs squeeze together tightly.
Temporary relief to my ache, I lick my fingers clean.
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I’ve been enjoying writing here. It makes my cunt ache to share some of my abuse.
Hope you enjoy
-Ruinedlittleclit
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