Benefits of a Broken Home

I was sent to stay with my grandpa while my parents went through a nasty divorce. They didn’t think I knew about it, but they were swingers and both were fucking other people behind each other’s back. Anyway, things were a lot more peaceful at Grandpa’s place. Then I noticed he was peeking at me in the shower and “borrowing” my used panties. This annoyed me at first, but the more time I spent with him the more it turned me on. Even though we were related, I began having dirty fantasies about him at night and would masturbate thinking of him doing bad things to me. I would moan real loud when I came hoping that he would notice. Sometimes I could hear him outside my door listening, which got me even more excited.

I wanted to let him know how grateful I was for him giving me a safe place to stay and for how nice he was to me. One day I came right out and told him I would do anything he wanted to thank him for everything. I was thinking he might take the opportunity to ask for something dirty, but I had no idea just how kinky Grandpa was! He wanted to invite all his friends over, have me get naked, and let them do whatever they wanted with me. Even though I was scared, I said yes right away to make him happy.

Grandpa set me up in the backyard the next day and all his friends stopped by. They touched me, fingered me, played with my little titties, and put their dicks in my mouth. Some of them licked and sucked my pussy, and all of them fucked me at least once. I was really nervous in the beginning, but the more they used me the more I wanted it. I never thought I could have so many orgasms in one afternoon!

After all the men were done using my body, Grandpa took me inside and ate out my sore pussy. I was surprised he did this after all his friends had cum inside me, but he seemed to like it just fine. We then took a shower together and got into his bed naked. He was ready to go to sleep, but I was still a little horny. I sucked his cock until he was hard, then he got on top of me. It was different when it was just the two of us. I could feel how much he loved me, and I hope he was able to tell how much I loved him.

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