My 21 year old Fat Granddaughter Gave Me First Blowjob - Part 2

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Hey all, it’s Martin again. If you read Part 1, you already know how fucked my head was after that night. I couldn’t stop replaying it. Every time I closed my eyes I saw Anmika’s thick fingers buried in that hairy, dripping pussy, heard those wet schlick-schlick sounds, smelled that heavy, sweet cunt aroma drifting under her door. I was 65, widowed, lonely… and suddenly I was hard more often than I’d been at 25. The guilt was still there, chewing at me, but the hunger was louder. It felt like my body had woken up after seven long years of sleep.
The next morning I tried to act normal. Sun was pouring through the kitchen windows, coffee was brewing, and I sat at the table in my usual flannel shirt and loose pajama pants. My cock was already half-hard just thinking about her. Around 8:15 I heard her heavy footsteps coming down the hall-slow, shuffling, the soft slap of her bare feet on the wood. She appeared in the doorway wearing the same oversized band t-shirt from yesterday and a pair of gray sleep shorts that had ridden up between her fat thighs. Her massive tits swayed freely under the thin fabric, nipples faintly visible. Her dark hair was a messy nest, face still puffy from sleep, and there was a little dried drool at the corner of her mouth. She looked soft, lazy, and so fucking edible it hurt.
“Morning, Grandpa,” she mumbled, voice husky. She grabbed my pill bottle from the counter, filled a glass with water, and waddled over. When she leaned down to hand me the medicine, her heavy breasts nearly spilled out of the low neckline. I could smell her-warm sleep smell mixed with last night’s arousal still clinging faintly to her skin, plus the faint vanilla of her cheap lotion. My cock twitched hard in my pants.
“Thanks, sweetheart,” I said, keeping my voice steady as I swallowed the pills. Then, casual as I could, I added, “Hey… I heard some noises coming from your room last night. Sounded like… maybe a movie or something. Everything okay?”
She froze for half a second. Her round cheeks flushed pink, and she looked down at the floor, fiddling with the hem of her t-shirt. “Oh… uh, yeah. Just watching some Korean drama. It gets loud sometimes. Sorry if it woke you up.”
Korean drama. Right. I almost laughed, but I kept my face straight and nodded like I believed every word. “No problem, honey. These old ears play tricks on me anyway.” Inside my head, though, the plan was already forming. I knew she was lying. I knew exactly what she’d been doing-fingering that virgin, hairy pussy while some fake “daddy” fucked a girl on screen. And I knew she was still untouched. No boy had ever been inside that fat, juicy cunt. The thought made my balls ache.
She shuffled off to the living room and flopped onto the couch with her phone, probably ordering breakfast. I sat there sipping coffee, heart pounding, cock now fully hard under the table. I wanted her. I wanted to feel that soft mouth around me, wanted to watch those full lips stretch. I wanted to be the first man to ever make her moan for real.
Later that afternoon I called her into my bedroom. “Anmika? Can you come help your old grandpa for a minute?”
She appeared in the doorway, still in those sleep shorts, belly hanging heavily over the waistband, tits jiggling with every step. “Yeah?”
“I need to take a shower, but my shoulder’s acting up again. Hard to reach my back. Would you mind helping me put the soap on? Just my back, nothing weird. I’d really appreciate it.”
She shrugged, lazy as ever. “Sure, I guess. Whatever.”
I went into the bathroom first, stripped down to just my white briefs, and turned the water on hot so steam filled the room. When she came in, I was standing there in nothing but those tight briefs, the outline of my thick, half-hard cock clearly visible against the thin fabric. I’d made sure the waistband was pulled low enough that the head of my dick was almost peeking out the top. She noticed. I saw her eyes flick down for a split second, then quickly look away, cheeks turning that pretty pink again. But she didn’t say anything. Just pretended she hadn’t seen a thing.
I stepped into the shower, leaving the curtain half-open like it was accidental. Warm water cascaded over my shoulders. Anmika grabbed the body wash, squeezed a big glob into her palm, and reached in. Her soft, chubby hands started rubbing soap across my back-slow, hesitant at first, then firmer. Her fingers were warm, slick, and surprisingly gentle. I could feel the weight of her breasts brushing against my arm every time she leaned in. The smell of the soap mixed with her natural scent-sweet, a little musky from the heat.
“Mmm, that feels real good, honey,” I groaned softly. “Your hands are softer than I expected.”
She didn’t answer, but I felt her breathing change-shallower, a little quicker. When she finished my back she stepped back, wiping her hands on a towel. I turned slightly so she could see the front of my briefs again. My cock had thickened even more from her touch, the heavy bulge obvious, a small wet spot forming where pre-cum had leaked through.
“Thanks, Anmika. Seriously. Been a long time since anyone helped me like that.” I gave her a warm smile. “Your grandma used to do the same thing… her hands felt a lot like yours.”
She blushed harder but nodded. “No problem, Grandpa.” Then she hurried out, closing the bathroom door a little too quickly.
That was the first crack.
The next few days blurred together, but my hunger only grew. Every time she brought me my medicine, every time she bent over to pick something up, every time I heard her heavy breathing while she ate, I wanted her more. I started sneaking around like a horny teenager.
One afternoon while she was in the shower, I waited until I heard the water running, then slipped into her room. Her dirty laundry basket was overflowing. I dug through it and pulled out a pair of her used panties-white cotton, size XXL, the crotch stained dark with her dried juices and a few curly black pubic hairs still stuck to the fabric. The smell hit me like a punch: thick, tangy pussy scent, slightly sour from a full day of wear, mixed with the faint sweetness of her skin. I pressed the crotch to my nose and inhaled deeply, cock instantly rock-hard. I wrapped the soft, damp fabric around my shaft and started stroking, eyes closed, imagining her fat thighs spread wide. I came fast and hard, thick ropes of cum soaking into the gusset of her panties. Then I carefully folded them and put them back exactly as I found them.
Another time I caught her bra in the washing machine-black, lacy-edged, enormous cups still warm from the dryer. I took it to my room, buried my face in one cup, and fucked the other like it was her tit. The soft fabric felt so good sliding over my cock. I imagined her heavy breasts bouncing while she rode me, imagined sucking on those dark nipples while I filled her virgin pussy. I shot another load right into the bra cup, then tucked it back like nothing happened.
Every night I jerked off thinking about her. The guilt never fully went away, but it mixed with the thrill until I couldn’t tell them apart.
Then came the evening that changed everything.
We’d just finished dinner-well, I had grilled chicken and salad; she had two Big Macs, large fries, and a chocolate shake. She was sitting on the couch in her usual tank top and shorts, belly full and round, looking sleepy and satisfied. I sat down beside her, closer than usual.
“Anmika… can we talk for a minute?”
She looked at me, crumbs still on her lips. “Sure.”
I took a deep breath. “I’ve been missing your grandma a lot lately. The way she used to take care of me… all the little things. Especially at night.” I paused, letting the words hang. “She used to… help me relax. In ways no one else ever has.”
Anmika tilted her head, curious. “What do you mean?”
I looked down, pretending to be embarrassed. “You’re my granddaughter, so I probably shouldn’t even say this… but I’m missing the way she used to give me blowjobs. It’s been so long. Seven years. I feel like half a man without that kind of closeness.”
Her eyes went wide. Her full face turned bright red, all the way down her neck. She froze, mouth slightly open, breathing faster. For a long moment she just stared at me, processing. I could see the conflict in her eyes-shock, embarrassment… and something else. Curiosity? Need?
Then she whispered, voice small but steady, “But… Dad sent me here to take care of you, right? If that’s what you need to feel better… I can do it. I mean… I’ve never done it before, but I can try.”
My heart nearly stopped. I was shocked, but the rush of pure lust that flooded me was stronger than anything I’d felt in decades. “Are you sure, honey? You don’t have to-”
“I want to,” she said quickly, cheeks still burning. “You’re lonely. And I’m supposed to help.”
I nodded slowly, pulse hammering in my ears. “Okay… come here then.”
She slid off the couch and knelt between my legs on the living room rug. Her heavy tits rested on my thighs as she reached up with shaky hands and tugged my pajama pants down. My cock sprang free-thick, veiny, already leaking. She stared at it like she’d never seen a real dick in her life. Her eyes were huge, lips parted. She licked them nervously.
First she reached out and cupped my balls gently, rolling them in her soft palm. They were heavy, full. “They’re so warm…” she whispered. Then she leaned in and pressed her lips to one, kissing it softly before sucking it into her mouth. The wet heat was incredible. She swirled her tongue around it, making soft, hungry sucking sounds-slurp… mmm… slurp. Spit started dripping from the corners of her mouth, running down my balls in shiny strands. She moved to the other one, sucking harder, her chubby cheeks hollowing. My cock twitched and leaked pre-cum onto her forehead.
Then she moved up. Her tongue traced the thick vein along the underside of my shaft, slow and curious. When she reached the head she kissed it, then opened her mouth wide and took me in. Her lips stretched around my girth, warm and soft and so fucking wet. She bobbed slowly at first, only taking half, her tongue swirling clumsily but eagerly. Saliva poured from her mouth, dripping in long strings onto my balls and thighs. The sounds were obscene-wet, sloppy gluck-gluck-gluck as she tried to take more. Her heavy breathing through her nose, little moans vibrating around my cock. Drool ran down her chin in thick rivulets, soaking the front of her tank top, making the fabric cling to her massive tits.
I groaned, threading my fingers gently through her messy hair. “That’s it, baby… just like that. You’re doing so good.”
She looked up at me with those big brown eyes, mouth full of my cock, and something shifted. She started sucking harder, faster, taking me deeper until she gagged softly. More spit bubbled out, coating everything. Her head bobbed with wet, rhythmic sounds-schlurp… gluck… mmmph-while her hands massaged my balls, slick with her own drool.
Five minutes felt like heaven. My balls tightened. “Fuck… I’m gonna cum, honey-”
She didn’t pull away. Instead she sucked harder, eyes half-lidded. I exploded in her mouth-thick, heavy spurts of cum flooding her tongue. She flinched at first but then swallowed, throat working visibly, taking every drop. When I finally stopped pulsing she kept sucking gently, milking the last bits, then pulled off with a wet pop. A thin string of cum and spit connected her lower lip to my cock head. She licked it away, swallowed again, and smiled up at me, face flushed, lips shiny and swollen.
“How was it?” she asked softly, voice hoarse.
I was still catching my breath, cock twitching. “Better than your grandma ever gave me. Jesus, Anmika… that was incredible. Thank you.”
She blushed again but looked pleased. “I liked it too. It tasted… kinda salty but not bad.”
I reached down and stroked her cheek. “Can I do anything for you? Make you feel good too?”
She shook her head, still kneeling between my legs. “Not today. But… if I need something later, I’ll ask. Okay?”
I nodded, heart full of dark, delicious possibilities. “Okay, sweetheart. Whenever you want.”
That night I lay in bed replaying every second-the wet sounds, the warmth of her mouth, the way her drool had soaked my balls, the shy little smile after she swallowed my load. She’d given her own grandpa his first real pleasure in seven years. And she’d liked it.
I knew this was only the beginning.