Grandpa Ate Fat Granddaughter's Virgin hairy Pussy - Part 3

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Hey all, Martin here again. After that first blowjob, something inside me shifted permanently. The guilt was still there, whispering in the back of my head every morning when I looked at Anmika shuffling around the house in her too-tight tank tops and stretched leggings, but it had been drowned out by a constant, throbbing need. She was my granddaughter-21, fat, lazy, untouched-but she had willingly wrapped those soft lips around my cock and swallowed every drop like it was the most natural thing in the world. And she liked it. I could see it in the way her cheeks stayed flushed for hours afterward, the way she kept licking her lips when she thought I wasn’t looking.
Getting head from her quickly became our little ritual. Three times a week at least. Sometimes after dinner when she was full and sleepy, sometimes late at night when the house was quiet. She’d kneel between my legs on the couch or crawl into my bed, pull my pants down, and take me into her warm, wet mouth like she was born for it. She got better every time-learned how to swirl her tongue around the head, how to suck my balls while stroking the shaft with her chubby hand, how to take me deeper until her throat fluttered and thick strings of spit poured down my balls. The sounds she made drove me insane: wet, sloppy glucks and gurgles, little moans vibrating around my cock, the soft pop when she came up for air with drool dripping from her chin onto her massive tits.
But I still hadn’t touched her properly. Not really. I wanted to. God, I wanted to bury my face between those thick thighs and taste the pussy I’d only glimpsed through the keyhole. I just didn’t know how far she’d let me go.
Then one night, about two weeks after that first blowjob, everything broke wide open.
It was a warm Texas evening. The AC was humming low, but the house still felt sticky. Anmika had spent the whole day on the couch watching movies, eating an entire family-size bag of chips and two milkshakes. She was in my bed now, giving me one of her slow, lazy blowjobs. I was lying back against the pillows, pants around my ankles, and she was on all fours between my legs, her heavy body making the mattress dip. Her tank top had ridden up, exposing the soft, pale rolls of her belly. Those enormous tits hung down, swaying heavily with every bob of her head.
She was really into it tonight-sucking harder than usual, spit running freely down my shaft and pooling on the sheets. Her messy bun had come loose, dark hair sticking to her sweaty forehead. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I reached down and cupped one of her huge breasts through the thin fabric. It was so heavy, so warm, the nipple already stiff and poking against my palm. I squeezed gently, feeling the soft fat overflow between my fingers.
Anmika moaned around my cock. The vibration shot straight to my balls.
Encouraged, I squeezed harder, thumb flicking over her nipple. She stopped moving her mouth for a second, just held me deep, and let out a long, shaky whimper. Her eyes fluttered half-closed. I could feel her breathing faster through her nose.
“Come here, baby,” I whispered, voice rough. “Let Grandpa make you feel good too.”
She didn’t argue. She let my cock slip from her mouth with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to the head, and crawled up the bed. Her face was flushed deep red, eyes glassy. She lay back beside me, breathing hard, those massive tits rising and falling.
I turned toward her and kissed her neck first-soft, open-mouthed kisses, tasting the salt of her skin. She smelled like vanilla lotion mixed with the faint musk of arousal and the greasy sweetness of the food she’d been eating all day. My hand slid under her tank top, pushing it up until her huge breasts spilled out completely. They were pale and heavy, dark nipples thick and erect, surrounded by faint stretch marks from how fast she’d grown. I lowered my head and sucked one into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it, sucking hard enough to make her gasp.
“Oh… Grandpa…” she breathed, voice trembling.
While I sucked and licked her tits, my hand traveled lower, over the soft mound of her belly, down between her thick thighs. She was still wearing her sleep shorts and panties. I slipped my fingers under the waistband and found her already soaked. Her pussy was a hot, hairy mess-thick dark curls drenched in slick, puffy lips swollen and slippery. The moment my fingers brushed her clit she jerked and moaned louder.
I slid one finger between her folds, then two. She was so wet it made an audible squelch. I curled them inside her, stroking that soft spongy spot while my thumb rubbed slow circles on her clit. Anmika’s hips started rolling, fat thighs trembling.
“Take these off,” I told her gently.
She lifted her hips and I pulled her shorts and panties down in one motion. Her pussy came into full view-pink and glistening under the dark bush, lips puffy, clit peeking out, a thick string of arousal stretching from her hole to the fabric as I removed it. The scent filled the room instantly: rich, tangy, feminine musk, sweet and slightly sour, pure virgin cunt that had never been tasted.
I moved down her body, kissing the soft rolls of her belly, licking the faint stretch marks, breathing in her skin. When I settled between her thick thighs, I pushed them wider apart. Her pussy opened for me like a flower-wet, hairy, dripping. I could see her inner lips glistening, her hole clenching around nothing.
I leaned in and dragged my tongue slowly from the bottom of her slit all the way up to her clit.
Anmika’s whole body arched off the bed. “Ahhh-fuck!” she cried out, voice breaking.
The taste was incredible-thick, creamy, slightly sweet with that deep pussy tang. I licked her again, slower, savoring every fold, then fastened my lips around her swollen clit and sucked gently while my tongue flicked over it. She grabbed my head with both hands, chubby fingers tangling in my hair, and pulled me harder against her.
“Yes… oh god, yes…” she moaned, hips grinding against my face.
I licked faster, flattening my tongue and dragging it through her folds, then spearing it inside her tight hole. Her juices flowed freely now, coating my tongue, my lips, my chin. Every time I sucked her clit she let out these high, desperate whimpers that turned into full-throated moans. Her fat belly jiggled with every breath, her massive tits bouncing as she writhed.
I slid two fingers back inside her, pumping them in time with my tongue. The wet sounds were filthy-loud, squelching schlick-schlick-schlick mixed with her moans and the wet smacks of my mouth. Her pussy was gushing; clear, sticky fluid leaked out around my fingers and ran down to soak the sheets under her ass. The whole bed was getting wet.
“Grandpa… I’m… I’m gonna…” Her thighs started shaking violently around my head. She pushed my face deeper, smothering me in her hairy, dripping cunt as the first orgasm hit her hard.
Her back arched, a long, broken moan tearing from her throat. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around my fingers, and a fresh gush of hot fluid flooded my mouth. I kept licking and sucking through it, drinking her down, my face soaked. She came so hard her toes curled, heels digging into the mattress, fat body trembling like she was having a seizure.
I didn’t stop.
I kept my mouth on her, licking slower but deeper, fingers still moving. Within two minutes she was building again, moaning louder, hips bucking wildly. “Again… oh fuck, again…” she gasped.
The second orgasm was even stronger. She screamed this time-actually screamed my name mixed with “Grandpa”-and another wave of her creamy juices squirted against my tongue, soaking my beard, dripping down my neck, making the sheets underneath her ass completely drenched. The smell of her pussy was everywhere, thick and heady, filling my lungs.
I gave her a third one just by sucking her clit hard while curling my fingers against her g-spot. This time she nearly sobbed with pleasure, body convulsing, hands fisting the sheets, thighs clamping so tight around my head I could barely breathe. More fluid poured out-warm, slippery, soaking everything. My face was dripping, the pillow under her ass was a wet mess.
When the last tremors finally faded, I crawled back up her body, kissing her soft belly, her tits, her neck, until I reached her lips. She was still breathing hard, eyes closed, face flushed and shiny with sweat. I kissed her gently, letting her taste herself on my tongue.
“How was that, baby?” I whispered against her mouth.
She kept her eyes shut, a shy little smile tugging at her lips. Her voice was hoarse and dreamy. “That… that was the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life. Nothing has ever felt like that.”
I smiled, my cock throbbing painfully against her thigh. “We can do that anytime you want. Every day if you like.”
She nodded slowly, still blushing, eyes still closed like she was too embarrassed to look at me. “Okay… I think I’d like that.”
From that night on, eating her pussy became my favorite daily chore. Sometimes in the morning before she even got out of bed, I’d crawl under the covers and wake her up with my tongue. Sometimes after lunch when she was full and lazy on the couch, I’d kneel between her spread thighs and lick her until she soaked the cushions. Sometimes late at night she’d come to my room on her own, pull her panties aside, and beg me with those soft, needy eyes.
Making my fat, lazy granddaughter cum became the thing that made me feel young again. Her moans, her taste, the way her thick body shook and gushed for me-it was better than any medicine the doctor could prescribe.
I felt alive. Hungrier than I’d been in decades.
And I knew we were only getting started.