My name is Rinki, a 21-year-old college girl from Delhi, living in a modest middle-class neighborhood in a creaky two-story house. I’m fair-skinned, with a slim waist, long black hair, and deep brown eyes that turn heads wherever I go. My 34B tits, perky and firm, fill out my tight tops perfectly, and I know how to flaunt them. My dad, Ramesh, is a government clerk, always buried in files, while my mom, Sunita, is a housewife, keeping our home running. Then there’s my grandpa, Ramlal, a 68-year-old lean man with white whiskers and a glint in his eyes that hides a cunning streak. He’s the local moneylender, flush with cash, respected by the neighborhood but secretly obsessed with young girls. To the outside world, he’s the sweet old man handing out candies to kids, but I know better. My best friend, Pinky, his cousin’s granddaughter, is 22, bubbly, with 32C tits that she loves showing off in skin-tight clothes. She once confessed to me that Grandpa fucked her, and ever since, a twisted spark of curiosity about him has been burning inside me.
In our neighborhood, Grandpa’s got a reputation, but girls flock to him for his gifts—chocolates, cash, or new clothes. His smooth-talking charm could melt anyone, and I wasn’t immune. I’d bring him samosas or jalebis after college, and he’d flash that sly smile, saying, “Rinki, you’re my sweetheart.” His words made my heart race, but I wasn’t naive—I could feel his eyes devouring my curves, lingering on my ass and tits. I didn’t mind. Unlike the immature boys at college who bored me with their crude jokes and fake swagger, older men like Grandpa intrigued me. There was something about his rugged skin, white hair, and that wiry, still-strong body that got me hot. I craved the experience, the depth, the raw confidence only a seasoned man could offer.
It all went down one chilly winter night when my parents were away, visiting my sick uncle. The house was empty except for me and Grandpa. It was 8 p.m., and we’d just finished a simple dinner of roti, dal, and potato curry. I wandered into his room, an old-school space with a wooden charpoy, a creaky wardrobe, and a small TV. A faded photo of my grandma, gone for 30 years, hung on the wall. I plopped onto the charpoy, and Grandpa sat on a nearby chair, clutching an ancient radio playing devotional bhajans. His dhoti and kurta hung loosely on his frame, but his presence filled the room.
“Grandpa, still hooked on that radio?” I teased, giggling.
He grinned, his eyes glinting. “Yeah, beta. These old songs and bhajans soothe the soul. How’s college going? Any boyfriends yet?”
I blushed, playing coy. “Nah, Grandpa. Boys are stupid. All talk, no substance.”
He chuckled, leaning closer. “Smart girl, Rinki. These young guys have no stamina. Can’t even satisfy a woman properly—done in two minutes flat.”
His bluntness made me laugh, but it also sent a thrill through me. My mind wandered, picturing him in his prime. “What was it like with Grandma?” I asked, my voice curious but teasing.
His eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned back, reminiscing. “Your grandma was just 16 when we married. I was 25. She was so shy, trembling on our wedding night. When I showed her my cock, she cried, saying it was too big, that it’d kill her.”
I burst out laughing, but my body tingled at his raw words. He was diving into sex talk without hesitation, and it was turning me on. “You must’ve been wild back then,” I said, egging him on.
“Wild? I still am,” he shot back, puffing out his chest. “My cock’s still got it—7 inches, thick, and hard as ever. These boys today can’t compare.”
My heart raced, a mix of nerves and excitement swirling in my gut. The room felt hotter, the air thick with tension. I pushed further, testing him. “After Grandma, didn’t you ever need someone else?”
He smirked, his voice low. “Of course I did. But what can an old man do? Just jerk off to keep the fire burning.”
I feigned innocence, biting my lip. “Jerk off? What’s that?”
He laughed, his eyes locked on mine. “You know, stroking my cock till it feels good. Don’t play dumb, Rinki.”
I giggled, my cheeks flushing. “Okay, maybe I know a little.”
Grandpa scooted closer, his breath quickening. “Rinki, you’re so young, so fucking hot. Don’t you ever get horny?”
My face burned, but I loved where this was going. “Grandpa, stop it,” I said, pretending to be shy.
“No shame in it,” he growled softly. “It’s just the body’s hunger.”
Then, his hand landed on my thigh. A jolt shot through me, but I didn’t pull away—it felt too good. His rough fingers stroked my skin, slow and deliberate. “Your tits are perfect,” he murmured. “What’s their size?”
“34B,” I whispered, my voice trembling with anticipation.
“Let me see,” he said, and before I could respond, his hands were on my tits, squeezing them through my T-shirt. I gasped, a soft moan escaping. “Grandpa… what are you doing?”
“Just checking,” he said, his voice husky. “So soft, so fucking perfect.”
His hands grew bolder, kneading my tits harder. I was on fire, my pussy already wet. “This is wrong,” I murmured, but my body betrayed me, arching into his touch.
“Wrong? You’re loving it,” he said, pulling me into his lap. His coarse mustache grazed my cheek as he kissed me, his tongue plunging into my mouth. I moaned, kissing him back, lost in the heat of it. His hands yanked off my T-shirt, revealing my black bra. “Fuck, Rinki, you’re a goddess,” he growled, unhooking my bra with practiced ease. My tits spilled free, and he dove in, sucking my nipples greedily. “Ohhh… Grandpa… slow down,” I moaned, my head spinning with pleasure.
He didn’t slow down. His mouth devoured my tits, licking, biting, sucking until I was squirming. Then he stood, dropping his dhoti. His cock sprang free—7 inches of thick, veiny meat, hard as steel despite his age. I stared, my mouth watering. “Grandpa, it’s huge,” I said, my voice shaky.
“Suck it, Rinki,” he urged. “You’ll love it.”
I hesitated, then wrapped my fingers around his throbbing cock, feeling its heat. I leaned in, taking it into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the tip. “Fuck, Rinki, you’re a natural,” he groaned, his hands tangling in my hair as I sucked deeper, gagging slightly but loving the taste of him. His cock pulsed in my mouth, salty and raw, and I bobbed my head, wanting to please him.
After minutes of my sloppy blowjob, he pulled me up and laid me on the charpoy. His lips trailed down my body, kissing my stomach, my thighs, until he reached my panties. He ripped them off, exposing my dripping pussy. “So fucking wet,” he muttered, his tongue diving into my folds. I screamed, “Ohhh, Grandpa, yes!” His tongue worked my clit, licking and sucking with expert precision, driving me wild. My hips bucked, grinding against his face as waves of pleasure crashed over me. “Lick it harder… fuck, don’t stop!” I begged, my hands gripping the charpoy’s edges.
He slid a pillow under my ass, spreading my legs wide. His cock rubbed against my pussy, teasing my entrance. “Ready, my little slut?” he asked, his voice dripping with lust.
“Do it slow,” I whispered, my heart pounding.
He pushed in, his thick cock stretching my tight pussy. “Fuck!” I screamed, the pain sharp but thrilling. “It’s too big!” His cock inched deeper, filling me completely, the wet sounds of my pussy echoing in the room. “Relax, Rinki,” he soothed, stroking my hair. “It’ll feel good soon.”
He was right. After a few slow thrusts, the pain melted into pleasure. His cock slid in and out, slick with my juices. “Your pussy’s fucking heaven,” he groaned, picking up speed. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper. “Harder, Grandpa! Fuck me!” I screamed, lost in the ecstasy. The charpoy creaked under us, the wet slap of our bodies filling the room. “Take my cock, you dirty girl,” he growled, pounding me relentlessly. I clawed at his back, my nails digging into his weathered skin as I matched his rhythm, my pussy clenching around him.
He flipped me over, fucking me doggy-style, his hands slapping my ass. “Such a tight little pussy,” he grunted, his cock slamming into me. I moaned, “Fuck my pussy, Grandpa! Tear it apart!” The room was a blur of sweat, moans, and the obscene sounds of our fucking. He switched positions again, pulling me on top, my tits bouncing as I rode his cock. His hands gripped my ass, guiding me up and down, his cock hitting every sensitive spot inside me. “Ohhh, I’m gonna cum!” I screamed, my orgasm crashing through me, my pussy spasming around his cock.
He wasn’t done. He fucked me for hours, in every position—missionary, cowgirl, against the wall. He sucked my tits, slapped my ass, and whispered filthy things in my ear. “You’re my little whore now, Rinki,” he growled, and I loved it. When he finally came, his hot load filled my pussy, dripping down my thighs as I collapsed, exhausted but satisfied.
By morning, I was sore but buzzing with satisfaction. Grandpa hugged me, his voice soft. “Rinki, you’ve made me feel young again.” I smiled, blushing. “You’re amazing, Grandpa.”
Now, whenever my parents are away, Grandpa and I fuck like animals. He tells me dirty stories of his past, and I’m addicted to his cock, craving every inch of it. Our secret nights are my escape, my guilty pleasure, and I wouldn’t trade them for anything.
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