My name is Ashlyn, this is a story about my life living with my grandfather. I was 5 when i was sent to live with him. My mother was a junkie and my father had left when I was a baby. I remember it like it was yesterday. Some people say that they don't remember the details of being molested and raped as a child...I do. Every second of it.

I arrived at my grandfather's farm in mid summer. It was hot and dry and I remember the way my bare legs stuck to the seat of his Lincoln, stinging as I pulled myself off and out of the car. Looking around the massive ranch, I felt butterflies in my stomach, were those horses in the next pasture?

"Ok sweetie, time to get settled in. I'll show you your room." He looked down at me with a knowing smile. "I want to show you the pool first thing!"

He led me up what seemed to be a thousand stairs to a brightly lit room with yellow walls and a white four post bed.

"Here we are. Now you get settled and meet me in the back. You'll need this," he winked and handed me a handful of pink fabric.

"What is this, grandpa?"

"Well it's your bathing suit, silly!" he laughed

"But grandpa, it's too small. This one's for babies, I'm 5 now," I said, holding it against my body.

"It should be perfect, sweetie. Would you like me to help you get it on?"

I nodded, still unsure.

"Ok sweetie."

I lifted my arms while grandpa jerked off my shirt, tossing it away. Reaching for my shorts, his breath quickened and his hands began to tremble.

"Are you ok, grandpa?"

His eyes intent on my lower body "Uh....yes....yes...I'm just so very happy you came, honey. Now let's get these out of the way, you're growing to be such a beautiful little girl! Grandpa wants to see how well you've grown." He rubbed the crotch of his trousers before slipping his hands around my waist.

"Mmmm, here we are," he said, sliding my shorts and panties to the floor.

Staring at the place between my legs, he licked his lips and his face became flushed.

"Come sit on grandpa's lap for a minute, sweetie. The pool can wait." His voice sounded strained and distant, his eyes never leaving the smooth mound of my tiny body. He coaxed me to the bed, unbuckling his pants, and rubbing a hard lump that had formed on his crotch.

I began to experience what I would soon find to be a very familar feeling. Guilt and shame. Being scared and the knowing somewhere in the back of my mind that this was very wrong.

I gingerly walked over to where he sat, eyeing his erect penis jutting awkwardly out from his boxers. He patted his lap.

"Right here honey, grandpa needs to check to make sure you're growing up nice and healthy!"

I didn't have time to think before he scooped me up and sat me on the hard thing on his lap.

He groaned, and shifted me around on his lap and began to do what I now know to be humping.

His hands were everywhere. His breathing was heavy. I just sat there, frozen by fear and confusion. He pulled my legs open and began molesting my 5 year old pussy. I tried squirming down to escape his massivly intrusive hands, just to feel his arms tighten around my body like steel. I wasn't going anywhere. I looked down to see that his cock had come free through the hole in his boxers. It was huge and scary, and I began to cry silently.

Groaning, he tried to keep his composure. "What a good girl you are! Grandpa just needs to check to see if everythings growing properly between your legs ok sweetie?" his voice was so strange.

He picked me up and quickly laid me on the bed. "There's my special girl!" Taking his cock, he started stroking itabove me, his other hand reaching to probe at my pussy, trying to find the hole that I didn't know I had.

I was crying harder now. Not only was I frightened but now I was hurting. His rough fingers hungrily searching to find the treasure between my 5 year old thighs. His cock had grown a dark strange color with the carnal need to breed his granddaughter. Then he found it. The thing he had been jerking off to nearly every night of his life. A pedophile's dream come true. The virgin hole of child beneath him.

I was openly sobbing by now. Crying and begging him to stop.

"Shhhh, it's ok, sweet baby. Grandpa needs this.....it....won't hurt......I promise....lay still now, I just need to put it in for a little bit." I begged him to stop, but it was no use. He didn't have a choice, his cock needed to cum up inside me. His voice was gravelly and harsh. He spoke slowly as he invaded my tiny pussy deeper with his finger.

"Good girl. I just need to put it in there a little. If it hurts, I'll take it right out, I promise."

But even as he said it, I knew it was a lie. Men don't have control over those things, and he was just that. A man. Who needed to squirt his seed up into the womb of this child.

He was suddenly on top of me. Holding his cock in his hand, he spit on me. Right where he was pushing his finger in. Spreading my legs wide, he put the head of his cock agianst my pussy.

"Not too fast now....good...good" who is he talking to?

And what happened next I could have never been prepared for. He pushed his hips forward, he hissed through clenched teeth, as he stuffed his cock into me centimeter at a time. Sobbing, I lay beneath him, letting him rape my body.

Grunting and sweating, he fucked me, jutting his cock up his own granddaughter with his need to pump his incestuous seed into me. His grunts became louder and his pounding into me became more violent, tearing away my virginity, and prying his cock up into me.

"Uuuggggg....uggggggggggg...uhhhhhh....." he jutted into my torn pussy as he came hot white sperm into me.

Part 2 coming soon