Grandfather Teaching Me Something

Grandfather Teaching Me Something …. Charlotte isn’t the brightest girl in the world, but grandad is giving her some sensory teaching.

I’m writing this story here because I found this website open on my grandad’s laptop while he was asleep and it said SEND STORY, so that’s what I did.

My name is Charlotte, I’m fourteen years old but I’m pretty small for my age. Recently I’ve become confused about things that are happening to me and my body. Over the past few months, my grandad has been giving me a lot more attention than usual, especially when I’m in my school uniform.

I’ve always run to my grandad and jumped up on him and wrapped my legs around him, and he places his hands under my bottom to support me. But lately he’s been putting his hands under my skirt and turning his hands and rubbing my knickers. Sometimes he lowers me down and pretends that he’s going to drop me. He lowers me down below his waist and I can feel a big hard thing rub against my bottom. He moves me and now the hard thing is rubbing against my fanny.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I like the feeling of it, but I wonder if he is meant to be doing this or is he doing dirty things to me. Some of my school friends say that their daddies and grandads do dirty things to them, but they didn’t tell me what they do.

I’ve also noticed that he stares at my knickers a lot when I show him what I’ve learned in my gymnastics class. Every time I do a handstand or a cartwheel, I always end up on the floor with my legs spread wide, and grandad always seems to catch it on his camera. I asked him if he liked looking at my knickers. He said yes and it made him very happy. I didn’t understand what he meant — how could looking at a schoolgirl’s knickers make him happy?? He said that they looked really soft. I told him that they were. He then asked if he could touch them. I shrugged my shoulders and answered, “Yeah… whatever.”

He put his hand between my thighs and started rubbing them and saying things like “Oh baby… you’re making grandad so happy.” How could rubbing my knickers make him feel so happy? He then started rubbing them with just one finger. He moved it up and down where my knickers slipped inside my fanny. It tickled and a shudder ran through my body.

He asked me if I wanted to touch his shorts. I didn’t really, but I figured that it might make him happy. He pulled his trousers down to his knees. I could see that there was something big and long inside his shorts. He said it was his cock. Now I was really confused — why would grandad have a bird inside his shorts? He asked me if I wanted to see it. I didn’t really, but what the hell. It didn’t look like any cock that I had ever seen. It had no feathers on it. It looked more like a big pink snake.

He then suggested that we both removed our underwear and touched each other. He stood up and started to take his clothes off. His snake thing stuck out like a big fat sausage. He said that I could touch it if I wanted. I put my finger on the big shiny purple bit with the hole on it, and liquid stuff started cumming out of it. I jumped back as I thought that I had hurt him, but he said that I hadn’t and that I should wrap my hand around it as far as I could and rub it back and forth.

He asked me to stand up and he put his hand on my fanny. His hand was warm and it felt nice. Then his finger rubbed over this little hard bit at the top of my fanny and it went all tingly. He told me to rub his cock faster, and then all this creamy stuff started cumming out of it. His body was kinda jumping, and I was certain that I had hurt him, but he seemed quite happy.

The creamy stuff went everywhere. It was on my tummy and my fanny, my face and my hair. He told me to wipe it off with my fingers and then lick my fingers clean. The creamy stuff tasted salty but it was quite nice. He then asked me if he could taste the juice inside my fanny. I, of course, agreed. He opened my legs wide and put his head between them and then started licking inside my fanny. I really liked this. I must have peed again, my fanny got really wet again.

Just then mummy came home. She looked at me standing there naked with grandad’s head between my legs. She just smiled and rubbed some of the creamy stuff from my hair and licked her fingers clean. She said that I was a good girl for making grandad happy and suggested that maybe me and grandad should go for a shower. I’ll never understand adults.