I have always loved being cuddled. Especially by older men. They have such strong, comforting arms as they gather my small body against their broad chests.
When an older man was aroused by my girlish body, he seemed to hug me in a special way. It was sexual and loving at the same time. Giving me a sense of being priceless in his embrace.
Like I counted. Like I mattered to him. For that brief moment in time. And a hungry, needy little waif like me always needs to matter...to someone. To anyone. Especially a grown man. And that need has never left me.
My own daddy had gone off somewhere and nobody ever told me anything about him. It's almost like he didn't exist or something. Since way back, my mommy and grandpa exchange funny looks whenever my little brother and I tried to ask about him.
I'm Caroline Bradfield and I'm eight years old.
Well, actually I'm 32 now but I was heavy into reminiscing about being a young lap kitten. Even now, I really enjoy older men more than ones my own age.
My current daddy is nearly sixty-five. He babies me shamelessly and I suck him off just like I did for Billy Watson's grandfather when I was a young, curious child.
I learned young that many men enjoy having a girl's mouth stretched taut around their swollen manhood. And this girl always liked the feeling of pleasing them. Learning how to give them pleasure in my special way.
Luckily, I quickly developed a real hunger for the taste of cum. Allowing many men to fill my small belly with their dollops of stringy, gooey cum.
None of those men ever hurt me. They were so grateful to find an eager little partner with a penchant for secrecy. Like a little secret spy girl, sprinting from household to household, servicing the fathers and grandfathers of friends.
As I gaze back across the years, I'm really amazed that nobody else realized the duality of my life. Even my own mother was shocked to learn that her own father, Grampy Wilkins, was the one to initiate me into my secret life. Long before I moved onto servicing Billy's grandfather and others.
He was the best too! My Grampy. So exciting as his soft, thick fingers parted my nether lips. Quietly and gently exploring my girlish folds. In his bedroom whenever Grandma was gone, and even more boldly once that stroke had paralyzed her. We were so bad, Grampy and I as we played our naughty games under her disapproving gaze.
She was helpless in his grasp. She just lay there watching her husband and her granddaughter pleasuring each other. She had no ability to communicate her observations to anyone, least of all my mommy.
It was very naughty of me and I relished it. So did Grampy. He would lay me back against the bed coverings and smile at his wife. "Gladdie, do you see what a pretty little girl we have here. See how nice and long those legs are."
As he spoke to her, he would be running his soft, masculine hands up and down my down-covered legs. First, along the outside, and then finally up along my inner thighs. Near the elastic band of my cotton panties.
Anticipation always made me suck in my breath. Completely ignoring my prone grandmother on the bed next to me. I was totally intend upon my grandfather's stroking hands.
Our routine rarely varied which was a major portion of my thrill.
"See, Gladdie. The sweet child's soft, hairless pussy. Mmmm...just like Janice's was at that age. Remember Janice's sweet pussy, Gladdie. How good it tasted."
That part I didn't really understand until much later. That's when I realized that my mother had lain on their bed long before I had. And, it appeared that my proper grandmother had been a willing partner in the loving of their only daughter.
Sitting here, right now, I am juicing. As I write these words, I wish for perhaps the thousandth time that my grandmother had not been paralyzed by that stroke. I have tried to imagine how well her tonguing would have felt in my greedy, juicy little pussy slit.
My lesbian lovers lick and suck me so deliciously, I feel cheated that Grandma Gladdie never did the same.
The funny thing is that my mother must have just closed her eyes and her mother's instinct to what her own father was doing to me. She had to know since she had been loved by her own parents since she had been a toddler.
Of her own adult sex life, I had no real clue. She had a longtime boy friend Russell. For some reason, they never got married. He would come over every night for dinner and then go home to his own mother. Except on Saturday night. He'd stay later and then go home.
Gradually, it dawned on me that they had sex every Saturday night between eleven p.m. and one a.m. I could always tell when he was getting ready to go home because the shower in mother's bathroom resounded throughout our whole suite in the front of the house.
My grandparents slept downstairs and in the back part of our large, rambling farmhouse. Either they were solid sleepers or they didn't care. After all, they had already pleasured themselves for years with their beautiful daughter. And they had each other. Plus, Grampy had me whenever he was needy.
It was a happy, peaceful routine until Daddy came back. He totally upset our apple cart was the way Grandma Gladdie put it to my Aunt Dana.
No more Russell for dinner and no more showers at 12:45 a.m. on Sunday mornings. Daddy had taken his place at the dinner table and more importantly, in Mommy's bedroom. They were in there nearly every night. He must have been fucking her brains out all the time. She blushed constantly at his teasing.
Plus, within two months of his return, Mommy was increasing. Her belly began to expand with a new baby.
At first, Daddy looked at me with curiosity and watched me sitting on Grampy's lap. He smirked from time to time which confused me. Like he knew we had a secret or something. He always called me, "Kitten," which I loved. Made me feel all soft and furry. But he didn't act like a daddy. He seemed more like an older brother or something.
Grampy and Daddy had a big argument out in the barn right before dinner when Mommy was as big as a barn herself. She was due to drop within the month was the way Aunt Dana had put it. To calve was Grampy's joke.
I only found out because I was sent out to call them in for dinner. Grampy went stomping past me as I opened the barn door. I watched him for a moment before continuing on into the dark, cool interior of the cow barn.
"Daddy?" I whispered into the shadows. I stood there listening on full alert. I knew that he was in there but I was just a little nervous about venturing forward without a light.
"Over here, Kitten." He replied.
I stepped forward toward his voice. I could hear him breathing and sitting on the wooden bench.
"Daddy? Mommy says dinner is nearly ready."
I stood there listening to his ragged breathing. I knew that Grampy had made him real mad. I just didn't know the reason.
"Come here, Caroline." He ordered.
Slowly I moved closer to the bench. Half curious and half trusting. He had never given me any reason to distrust him.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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