Pervert Granpa 2

Grandpa announced he had to leave for a week on some errand for his old job, packing a bag and driving off without much fanfare. I should have rejoiced but, the house felt emptier than ever, the silence pressing in like a weight. My body, though, screamed for him.

That first night alone, I lay in bed, hand slipping between my legs, fingers circling my clit in desperate circles. I was soaked just thinking about his thick cock stretching me, but no matter how hard I rubbed, how deep I plunged my fingers into my pussy, the edge stayed out of reach. My walls clenched around nothing, aching for his girth, but the orgasm wouldn't come. I humped my pillow, grinding my clit against the fabric, whispering his name, but frustration built instead of release. Exhausted and throbbing, I fell asleep unsatisfied, pussy dripping with unspent need.

The days dragged on like that. I'd sneak touches during the day—fingering myself in the shower, water cascading over my tits as I tried to mimic his thrusts, or in the kitchen, leaning against the counter with three fingers buried deep, thumb on my clit. Nothing. My body knew only his touch could push me over, that twisted addiction he'd forced into me. By the fourth day, desperation clawed at me. I remembered the neighbor, Mr. Harlan, a burly guy in his forties who'd always eyed me when I mowed the lawn. Maybe he could scratch the itch.

I knocked on his door in a short sundress, no panties underneath, nipples hard against the thin fabric. 'Hey, Mr. Harlan,' I said, voice husky, stepping close so he could smell my arousal. 'Grandpa's away, and I'm... lonely. Want to come over?' His eyes widened, dropping to my cleavage, and he followed me inside without a word. In the living room, I pushed him onto the couch and straddled his lap, grinding my bare pussy against the bulge in his jeans. He groaned, hands grabbing my ass, yanking my dress up to squeeze my cheeks.

I unzipped him, pulling out his cock—decent size, hard and leaking—but as I sank down, guiding him into my slick heat, it felt wrong. Too small, too gentle. He thrust up, hands on my hips, but my body didn't respond like it did for Grandpa. I rode him, bouncing hard, clit rubbing against his pubic bone, but the pressure built and fizzled, no spark igniting. 'Fuck me harder,' I begged, pinching my own nipples, but he just panted and came too soon, spurting weakly inside me. I climbed off, frustrated tears pricking my eyes, pussy still empty and unsatisfied. He left awkwardly, and I collapsed on the couch, fingers diving back in, but again, no climax. Only Grandpa could make me shatter.

When he finally returned, the door slamming behind him, I was waiting in his bedroom, naked and on all fours, ass up like an offering. 'Missed you,' I whispered, no shame left, just raw hunger. He smirked, stripping off his shirt, cock already tenting his pants. 'Eager little slut,' he said, but I didn't wait. I crawled to him, yanking his zipper down and sucking him deep, tongue swirling around the head before taking him to the back of my throat. He groaned, fisting my hair, but I pulled off and pushed him onto the bed.

Straddling him, I lined up his thick cock with my dripping entrance and sank down, inch by inch, moaning at the perfect stretch. 'Fuck, yes,' I gasped, starting to ride him hard, hips slamming down, ass slapping his thighs. His hands gripped my waist, guiding me faster, my tits bouncing with each drop. Pleasure ignited instantly, that familiar coil tightening in my belly. I ground my clit against him, walls fluttering, and came hard, pussy spasming around his shaft, juices soaking his balls.

He flipped us, pinning me beneath him, thrusting deep while I rode the waves. 'Been fucked while I was gone?' he grunted, eyes dark with possession. I nodded, breathless. 'Tried... fingering myself every night, but couldn't cum. Body's addicted to you.' He pounded harder, cock dragging along my g-spot. 'Anyone else?' I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him deeper. 'Three of Mom's boyfriends back home. They took turns, fucked my mouth, pussy, even my ass once, but none made me feel like this. No orgasms like yours.'

His thrusts grew brutal, slamming into me. 'Tell me more.' I gasped as another climax built. 'The neighbor... Mr. Harlan. I seduced him, rode his cock on the couch, but I couldn't cum. Begged him to fuck me harder, but it was nothing.' Grandpa's eyes lit with lust, a growl rumbling in his chest. 'Slutty girl, chasing dick while I'm away. Turns me on, knowing you tried and failed.' He pulled out suddenly, flipping me to my stomach and yanking my hips up. Ramming back in, he fucked me doggy-style, hand cracking against my ass, the sting pushing me over. I came again, screaming into the pillow, pussy milking him tight.

He didn't stop, pounding through it, fingers rubbing my clit until a third orgasm ripped through me, thighs quaking. 'Get yourself a boyfriend,' he panted, voice rough. 'Young buck to fuck you whenever, but I'll watch. See you take cock, then claim you after.' The idea sent heat flooding me, taboo and thrilling. 'Yes, Grandpa,' I moaned, pushing back onto him. 'I'll find one for you to watch.' Satisfied, he buried deep and came, hot ropes of cum flooding my pussy, triggering my fourth climax, body convulsing in bliss.

We collapsed, sweaty and spent, his cock still twitching inside me. As he pulled out, cum leaking down my thighs, a knock echoed from the front door. I threw on a robe, sticky and flushed, and answered to find Aunty Lisa, Mom's sister, standing there with concern etched on her face. 'Hey, sweetie. I've come to take you away from here. This place isn't right for you—let's get you to my house, somewhere safe.' Her eyes scanned me, lingering on the marks on my neck, the disheveled hair.

I shook my head, stepping back. 'No, Aunty. I prefer to stay with Grandpa.' She frowned, pushing forward. 'What? After everything with your mom, you deserve better. Come on.' But I stood firm, heat still pulsing between my legs from his touch. 'He's family. I belong here.' She argued, voice rising, but I shut the door on her, locking it, heart pounding with a mix of defiance and desire. Grandpa's arms wrapped around me from behind, hand sliding under my robe to cup my pussy. 'Good girl,' he murmured, fingers dipping into the mess he'd made. 'Now, let's get you cleaned up... or dirtier.' And just like that, I was lost in him again, the world outside fading away.