Sam SeXStoRY

Sam Chapter 1 I am a 73 year old closet p*******e. I have never had sex with any female under the age of 18, even when I was a teenager. I do not download and collect pictures of p*****n girls off the internet. I do not own any videos of little girls having sex with older men. I do like to read and write stories about father-daughter i****t and other such f****y relations. I especially like to read about the daughter who seduces her father or other older f****y member. I think about young nubile girls all the time. I might come from my time in the military that I spend it Vietnam and Korea. The women there are so small that it is like having sex with a p*****n. I always chose the smallest girl when I went to a whorehouse or picked one up in a bar. They may well have been u******e but it really was hard to tell. I liked their small breast shaved pussies, and tight firm asses. I liked having them sit on me and ride me or would take them from behind. As I said in the beginning I have never knowingly had sex with an u******e girl in my life. All that changed this year. I have a 40 year old adopted daughter who has 4 k**s. Three boys ages 16, 14, 8 and one girl age 12. I have been a widower for about 10 years. I have lived in the same house for over 20 years. My daughter came to live with me for about 2 years after her divorce. She finally got a good job and moved out 5 years ago. There is a middle school about a block from my house which the two older boys went to and twins now attend. The two boys are in high school and the youngest goes to an elementary school closer to his home. The reason I mention the school is because Sam has been stopping by on her way home from school just about every day since she started there. Being the only granddaughter she is, of course my favorite. I love all my grandk**s but Sam is the apple of grandpa’s eye. My daughter, Melissa, works very hard and has little time for her k**s any more. She got remarried last year and her husband is an asshole. He is a macho man who has no tolerance for dainty, non-athletic girls. As if ballerinas are non-athletic. Sam is all girl. She loves dolls and dresses and shares grandpa’s love of history. She is a redheaded beauty. Her face is white and smooth like porcelain. She is 5 foot 6 inches tall and the image of her mother at that age. She has a heart-shaped beauty mark on her inner thigh. I know because I bathed her many times as a baby. My story starts this year about 3 weeks before school released for the summer. That would be near the end of May. The days had started to warm up but could be unpredictable in the afternoons. It was Thursday afternoon and I was working in my backyard. I looked at my watch and it was 2:45. Sam would be getting out of school and coming by at 3:05. Like clock work every day she came. I always made sure the front door was unlocked so she could come right in. She would drop her books in my office so as to do her homework before she went home, then come find me. I didn’t want her to know that my life and time revolved around her so I would sometimes be working outside or be gone for a short while when she got there. I had lost track of time when I looked at my watch and saw that it was 3:45. I wasn’t real concerned because she will sometimes stay a little while after and talk to her teacher. I figured I had stayed outside long enough and headed inside. My office is really the spare bedroom. It is at the back of the house. There is a sliding glass door that goes into an enclosed breezeway which opens to the garage. I came through the garage and opened the door to the breezeway. I could see clearly into my office. Sam was sitting at my desk in front of my computer. To my shock she had her dress up and her panties down to her ankles. Her knees were spread and her hand was between her legs. Her head was back and her eyes were closed. I know she is my granddaughter but it was the most erotic sight I had ever imagined. I backed up and closed the door just enough to watch her. I watched as my 12 year old porcelain doll behaves like a full grown woman. I watched her as her hand movements increased, her body shook and her mouth fell open in what could only be an intense orgasm. As her hand slowed in movement I closed the door and pushed the button for the garage door. I was sure Sam could hear it open. I waited a few moments and then closed it again. I opened the door and could see that she had rearranged her panties and dress. As I came up the steps to glass doors I could see her still flushed face. “Hi Littlebit,” I said as I entered. “Hi Grandpa” was her breathless reply. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here when you got home”. I said as I passed through the office into the living room. “It’s ok I was just working on my homework” Her face was still flushed as she pretended to write on her paper. It was probably 10-15 minutes before she came out of my office with her book bag in her hand. “Grandpa?” “Yeah Littlebit?” “Can I stay here tonight?” she asked in her sweetest little girl voice. “Isn’t it a school night?” I questioned. She told me that tomorrow was teacher’s conference day so it was a three day weekend. She often stayed overnight on Friday night during the fall and winter because it was “Football” night. “We’ll get permission from your mother.” There really wasn’t any need to get permission it was just a formality I always insisted on. I heard Sam cry NO! That caught my attention. I went into my office where Sam was sitting at my desk crying. “What’s wrong?” I asked. “Mom just told me that they are going to Fayetteville to look at houses.” I didn’t even ask any more questions of Sam seeing how distressed she was. I told her to go into the kitchen and get a drink of something to help her calm down. I closed my office door and dialed Melissa’s number. Asshole (Bart is his given name) answered the phone. “Yeah?” was all he said. “Let me talk to my daughter.” “She is pretty upset right now. I don’t know what miss high and mighty said…….” That was as far as he got. “Put her on the phone,” I said in my best Command Sergeant Major’s voice. Shortly Melissa was on the phone. I listened as she told me that Bart had gotten an offer to be the assistant coach at the university in Fayetteville this coming school year. It was only 50 miles away but they felt it would be better that they moved before the start of the new school year so Troy and the other boys could transfer there. “What about Sam?” I, finally, was able to ask. “She has one more year of middle school here. All her friends are here. She has her ballet classes here.” I could hear Bart talking in the back ground telling her to tell me that she was just going to have to grow up and accept it. I was quiet for a moment. My daughter knows that I am thinking of a solution so she kept quiet. “Melissa, what you think of allowing Sam to stay with me until she graduates from middle school?” I heard her ask Brad. I could hear him sputter and fume and then finally “Good riddens to miss prissy.” I told Melissa we could work out the details when they got back from Fayetteville. I hung up. My heart was pounding, Sam all to myself. I looked up. Sam had a look of wonder in her eyes. “Do you really want me to stay with you for a year?” “Longer if you want” was my soft reply. The little girl I love jumped into my lap and almost upset the chair. “I love you grandpa” she said as hugged me and kissed me all over my face. I turned my face to hers and our lips met. She lingered a little longer than I expected. I was growing hard. I pushed her up and suggested we go out to celebrate. “Can we go to a fancy restaurant?” she pleaded. “Do you want to go by the house and pick up something to wear?” “Can we go by the mall first and you can buy me an early birthday present. There is a darling little blue dress I would love to have but mom says I’m too young.” “You probably are, but we can take a look,” I replied casually, trying not to think of how hot she would look in a grownup dress. I cleaned up and made myself presentable and off we went to the mall. By most standards we have more of mini-mall. It has a JC Penny’s and Dillard’s. It also has a Victoria Secrets. As soon as we got to the mall Sam headed straight towards a specialty store catering to the “cool k**s”. Sam had never shown any interest in being one of the cool k**s. She dressed very conservatively compare to most 7th graders I saw. She stopped in front of the display window. “That’s what I want,” she pointed to a very short blue leather skirt with a matching leather vest. It had a white open neck blouse and high white leather boots. “You want the whole thing?” I asked. “Your mother would kill me if she knew I bought something like that for you”. “She wouldn’t have to know. I will be living with you remember and she will be in Fayetteville”. I was already picturing her in it and I had to say she would look hot. “Ok let’s see if they have it in you size.” “They do! I already checked.” Of course she had. I was hoping she would try it on so I could see her in it but she insisted that she had already done it and she wanted to surprise me. After I paid for the outfit she informed me that we had to make one more stop so off across the mall she went with me in tow. Into the Victoria Secret store she went. I told her I would wait in the food court. She laughed. I love her laugh. I was there maybe 5 minutes when she came with two small VS bags. “How did you pay for what ever you bought”? I puzzled. “I used some of my birthday money from last year. I stashed it at your house for safe keeping.” Clever girl! “So where to now,” was my question. “You wait right here and I will be right back,” was her answer as she took the packages and headed to the mall rest rooms. I guess it seemed like an hour went by but was more like 20 minutes. I was facing the hallway where the restrooms were. Two teen age boys started down the hall and stopped in their tracks. They stepped back a step as this gorgeous little redhead came strolling out of the hall. I knew in an instant it was Sam, only because I recognized the outfit. She came straight up to me and said, “do you like?” I thought oh shit I am going to be arrested. Here was my 12 year old granddaughter dressed in an outfit that made her look much older. I noticed that her chest was fuller. The gap in her white blouse showed cleavage. “Where did that come from?” “Let’s go grandpa,” she whispered in my ear. I looked around and all the males ages 11 and up were staring with envy. All the females of the same age group were glaring for a whole different reason. Sam hung on to my arm as we left the mall. “You’re the greatest Grandpa.” “OK, where do you want to have dinner dressed like that?” I asked. “Donatello’s,” was her quick response. She had it all planned out. Donatello’s was a well known night spot outside of town. It had a great restaurant that served a special client, married men and their special friends. It also had a dance floor. It was just dark enough for plausible deniability. “Why there,” I questioned. “Because no one who might see us there would ever tell,” Not only was she beautiful but she was smart, too. “There won’t be any band there on Thursday night.” “Oh shit! I forgot it’s only Thursday.” She pouted “Watch your language young lady, you’re not too old to put over my knee.” I k**ded “Promises, promises,” she purred So we decided she had turned enough heads for one day and we settled for take out pizza and a movie at home. Donatello’s can wait. “Grandpa, do you masturbate?” That question hit me out of the blue. After we got back to the house Sam changed back into her school clothes. We had brought home a couple of pizzas and rented Transformer 3. We were sitting together on the couch in the den. We were about half way through the pizzas and movie when she sprang the question. I had thought to lie and say no, but I had never lied to Sam about anything and wasn’t about to now. Besides I wanted to know where she was going with this. “Yes baby, I do.” Waiting to see what she would say next. “Do you do it every day?” She looked up at me with those beautiful green eyes. “Not every day.” Where was she getting this? “My health teacher said that it is healthy for a person to masturbate frequently.” “Was this in a private conversation or in sex education class?” “In a private conversation.” I became very curious as to why a 12 year old girl would be asking a teacher about masturbation. “Were you asking for yourself or someone else?” “At first it was about someone else but then I was curious.” “Who were you asking for?” “You,” she answered after a long pause. “Me? Why would you ask that question of a stranger?” She tearfully told me about finding my stories about i****t. She read in my own words that I would see my granddaughter daily and would get so turned on that I would have to masturbate. I was stunned. “Honey, those are just stories. Fantasies I made up in my head.” “So I don’t really turn you on?” She looked with tears in her eyes. This was not going well. My mind was racing. Should I lie and say no or tell the truth and maybe lose her forever. I decided to tell the truth. “Yes. Littlebit, you turn me on every time I see you, especially when you are wearing your ballet outfit.” “Do you masturbate when I turn you on?” GOD she was so beautiful. “Most of the time. It is a little hard to do when I pick you up from your class.” Than she did an unexpected thing, she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. “I masturbate when ever I read your stories about how I turn you on. I like the ones about how you make love to me.” “Is that what you were reading that hot you turned on today?” She blushed a bright red, “You saw me?” “Yes and it was the most beautiful and erotic thing I have ever seen. My own fantasies could not have been better. You were so beautiful.” “Grandpa.” “Yes Littlebit?” “Will you make love to me for real?” By this time my cock was rock hard. Sam was leaning against me. I turned her face to me and kissed her. “If you are sure it is what you want” “Grandpa I want you. I want you to do to me the things you write about. I want to feel your tongue on my pussy. I have rubbed myself to sl**p thinking about you.” “I had no idea you felt this way, baby girl.” I kissed her forehead, then the tears on her cheeks. I pulled her close. I began to unbutton her blouse from the back. She hugged me closer. As I slipped off her blouse I saw that she was not wearing a bra. She must have left it off when she changed her clothes. Her tiny breasts were straight and her nipples were tight. She reached down and held them out to me. “Kiss them and suck my nipples like in your stories.” “Your wish is my command my lady.” She giggled. It brought me back to reality. She is my 12 year old granddaughter, even though her mother was adopted. I held her at arms length. Her face was her mother, her body was her mother. I had wanted to do this with her mother. Suddenly Sam said in a very mature voice. “Do to me like you wanted to do with my mother.” “How do you know that?” “The story about the redheaded adopted daughter who was a track star. Come on grandpa I may be only 12 but I am not dumb.” I decided that I was going to take this beautiful, willing young girl and make her my lover. I lowered my mouth to her breasts. I sucked on her nipples until they seem ready to explode. She moaned and pressed harder against my hungry mouth. “Oh grandpa it’s just like I thought it would be.” “You haven’t felt anything yet baby girl,” I whispered. I moved my mouth lower as I laid her back onto the couch. My tongue explored her as it worked it way down to the spot I most wanted to sample. She offered no resistance as I raised her skirt to her waist. To my surprise she was wearing a red thong. “I suppose you got this at Victoria Secrets?” “Uh huh,” was all she replied. I continued my path down her stomach and slowly pulled down her thong. ‘Oh my GOD!’ She has little tuffs of red hair above her baby smooth girl pussy. I restrained myself from diving right in. I wanted to savor this moment for as long as I could. I spread her legs and moved her up a little so she could see what I was doing “Watch grandpa suck your pussy just like he wanted to do your mother so many times.” My tongue flicked in and out of her tasting her juices that were already flowing. I inserted one finger just below the fine red down. She jumped, “Oh yes it just like you wrote! My spot is in the same place you said moms would be.” I continued my exploration of her slippery virgin tunnel. She suddenly shuttered, orgasm number one. I continue to lick and such her wonderfully soft lips. “Oh grandpa it feels so good.” She pulled my head deeper into her and shuttered again, orgasm number two. She lifted my head and looked lovingly into my eyes. “Daddy I am ready for you.” I knew what she meant because it was exactly what I had my daughter say in my story. My granddaughter was now playing the part of her mother. Trying to fulfill a 30 year old fantasy for the grandfather she loved so much. My mind went blank. It was my daughter under me and she was telling me to take her. I stripped of my shirt and shorts. My cock was so hard it hurt. Sam/Melissa stripped off her skirt. She reached up to me. “Take me, daddy, I have waited so long.” Her emerald green eyes sparkled with lust. My mind was racing. I want her so bad. Thirty years of lust for this beautiful porcelain doll was boiling in my hard cock. “Take me daddy, now!” My cock was above her soaked pussy. My cock was pushing against the resistance of her pubescent body. Finally I gained entrance. I heard her cry out. “Oh grandpa!” Daddy, grandpa I didn’t care what she called me, I drove my 8 inches into her. I looked down at her and she was staring back at me. Her mouth was open in silence. I almost stopped but she pulled me tighter against her. “Please don’t stop. I want this, I need this.” I really couldn’t have stopped if she had begged me to. After my initial deep thrust I eased back and slowly started a slow in and out motion. She moaned and turned her head. When she turned her head back she was no longer the sweet little 12 year old girl but a full grown woman ready for what ever I could give her. “Fuck me daddy! Fuck me hard. You know how I want it. Drive your hard cock into me.” Oh my GOD she was once again quoting from one of my stories. I was too far gone to care anymore. I started driving my cock deeper and harder, faster and faster as she shouted. “Yes, daddy, Yeess!” She shuttered again much harder this time, Orgasm number three. “Cum in me daddy! I want to feel your cum in me.” These were not the word of a 12 year old. These were my words, my fantasy words spoken by my 11 year old granddaughter in a story written almost 30 years ago. I came! I shot my cum in my granddaughter/daughter’s virgin pussy. She shuttered and collapsed back onto the couch. Orgasms number four. “Oh grandpa it was just like you wrote! It was wonderful!” “I’m glad you approve.” “Will you make love to me now?” she pleaded “I think we should clean you up a first.” I answered as I rose and withdrew from her. She looked down and saw the mixture of bl**d and semen seeping from her pussy and on my semi-hard cock. Her eyes widened. I told her not to worry it is normal after a woman has sex for the first time. “I know about the bl**d, I have been taking sex Ed. It’s all that cum dripping out. I didn’t think there would be so much.” “That is only half of it baby, the rest is still inside you” She smiled at that. I lifted her up and carried her into my master bathroom. She laid her head on my shoulder as I set her down. I ran the water for the shower. “Grandpa are you big?” she asked as she waited for the shower. It took me a moment to understand what she was asking. “I am about average, 8 inches long but a little thicker than most.”