How I became grandpa's favorite

My parents dropped me off at Grandpa's place, a few blocks from our house, before heading out for their big month long vacation in Thailand.

'Be good for Grandpa,' Mom said with a quick hug, and Dad ruffled my hair. The door clicked shut behind them, leaving just me and him in the quiet old house. I settled into the guest room, the one with the creaky bed and faded floral sheets. Night fell fast, and I slipped under the covers in my thin tank top and panties.

Everytime I was in this place, my cousins were around but it was the first time alone. Though grandpa had five children, most of us grandchildren never met grandma as she died many years ago. I had seen her pictures. Though many of us inherited her blonde hair, blue eyes unlike grandpa's features. Infact my mom was the splitting of grandma and I too was the splitting image of mom.

It was strange being here alone. I lay there in the dark, eyes closed but wide awake, trying to sleep. The floorboards groaned outside my door—his heavy footsteps. The knob turned slowly, and the door creaked open. Moonlight slipped in, outlining his broad silhouette. He stood there a moment, breathing heavy, then stepped closer to the bed. The mattress dipped as he sat on the edge, his rough hand landing warm on my thigh.

I kept still, breath shallow, pretending to be asleep. I did not know what to do as his fingers trailed up my leg, pushing the hem of my panties aside. Cool air hit my bare pussy lips, and then his thick fingers parted them. He stroked my slit slow at first, dipping into the wetness already gathering there. My clit throbbed under his thumb as he circled it, pressing firm. I bit my lip hard to stay silent, but heat built fast between my legs.

Grandpa's other hand gripped my hip, holding me steady while he rubbed faster. His middle finger slid inside my tight hole, pumping in and out, stretching me. Juices slicked his skin, the wet sounds filling the room. He added a second finger, curling them to hit a sweet spot deep inside. My walls clenched around him, hips twitching despite my efforts to play asleep.

It felt too good—his calloused touch grinding against my swollen clit, fingers rubbing me steady. Pressure coiled tight in my belly, spreading like fire. I couldn't hold back. My thighs quivered, pussy spasming as the orgasm crashed over me. My whole body convulsed, back arching off the bed, a muffled whimper escaping my throat. Cum gushed around his fingers, soaking the sheets.

His hand froze. I opened my eyes just a crack, meeting his gaze in the dim light. He knew I was awake. Without a word, he pulled his fingers out, wiped them on my thigh, and stood up. The bed shifted as he turned and walked out, door clicking shut behind him. I lay there panting, pussy still pulsing.

The next day dragged on like nothing happened. Grandpa made breakfast—pancakes and bacon—acting normal as ever, his eyes flicking to me now and then over the newspaper. I kept my head down, cheeks burning, pussy still tender from the night before. We didn't say a word about it. Though I wanted to be touched again. He drove me to the lake for a swim, watched me splash around in my bikini, but his hands stayed off. By evening, tension hummed under my skin, every glance making my nipples harden.

Night came quick. I crawled into bed early, same tank top and panties, heart racing. The floor creaked outside my door again. It swung open, and there he was, shadow filling the frame. Though my eyes were open, He didn't hesitate this time, crossing straight to the bed and sitting heavy beside me. His hand went right under the covers, shoving my panties aside. Two thick fingers plunged into my soaked pussy without warning, thrusting deep.

I gasped, body responded instantly. Walls clamped down on him, clit throbbing as he pumped fast. Heat exploded through me—orgasm hitting like lightning, thighs shaking, hips bucking up into his hand. Juices squirted around his knuckles, drenching the sheets. I convulsed hard, eyes flying open, no pretending now.

He saw it, felt it, but didn't pull away. Instead, his free hand he pulled up my tank top, exposing my tits. Rough palms cupped them, squeezing the soft flesh, thumbs rolling my stiff nipples. He pinched hard, twisting until I whimpered, pleasure-pain shooting straight to my core.

'Good girl,' he muttered, voice gravelly. Then he grabbed my wrist, guiding my hand to the front of his pants. I felt the massive bulge straining there. He unzipped, fishing out his thick cock. It throbbed hot in my palm as he wrapped my fingers around the shaft.

'Stroke it, sweetie.'

I did, gripping tight and sliding my hand up and down the length, from the swollen base to the slick tip. Skin stretched taut over the girth, foreskin gliding smooth. He groaned low, hips jerking into my fist. His fingers dove back between my legs, one thick digit spearing my dripping hole, rubbing my clit with his thumb. It felt so good again—pressure building fast, pussy fluttering around the invasion.

I stroked harder, faster, twisting my wrist at the top, thumb smearing his precum over the head. His groans turned to grunts, balls tightening under my touch. Suddenly, he tensed, cock swelling in my hand. Hot spurts erupted—thick white cum ropes blasting across my face. First shot hit my cheek, warm and sticky, second splattered my lips, third dripped down my chin onto my neck. It kept pumping, coating my skin in creamy mess.

Panting, he leaned down, mouth crashing onto mine. His tongue forced past my lips, thick and wet, swirling inside, tasting salty from his own load. He sucked my tongue, devouring me deep, beard scraping my face. I kissed back, dazed, cum smearing between us.

He broke away, eyes dark. 'Thank you, Bella.' Then he tucked his softening cock away, stood, and walked out, door clicking shut. I lay there, face glazed in his seed, pussy aching for more, tasting him on my lips.

The whole third day buzzed with electric anticipation. Grandpa acted casual—fixing lunch, chatting about the garden—but his eyes lingered on my body, making my skin flush. My pussy throbbed constantly, panties damp just thinking about nightfall. Dinner passed in silence, forks clinking, my thighs squeezing together under the table. I showered long, soaping my tits and slit slow, imagining his hands instead.

Bedtime hit, and I stripped to just panties, sliding under sheets naked from the waist up. Heart hammered as the door creaked open right on cue. Moonlight silhouetted him, broad and looming. He shut the door soft, padded over, and perched on the mattress edge. His hand slipped under the covers immediately, callused fingers tracing my inner thigh up to my soaked crotch.

He rubbed my pussy lips through the thin fabric, then pushed it aside. Two fingers parted my folds, dipping into the slick heat. 'Baby, you are wet,' he rasped, voice thick with hunger.

I bit my lip, clueless what 'wet' meant exactly, but craving more friction. Body arched toward him on instinct. 'Grandpa, please touch me,' I begged, voice small and needy.

He paused, eyes locking on mine in the dim light. Then he stood, thumbs hooking his waistband. Trousers dropped with a rustle, boxers following. His cock sprang free—thick, rigid shaft curving up, head purple and glistening. Heavy balls hung low beneath. He gripped the base, stepping closer, and pressed the blunt tip against my lips, smearing salty precum across them.

'If you suck it well, I will touch you.'

Eager to earn it, I parted my mouth wide. Lips stretched around the fat head, tongue flicking the slit to lap up the bead of fluid. I bobbed forward, taking more length, cheeks hollowing as I sucked hard. I followed my instinct—swirling my tongue along the underside vein, humming vibrations down the shaft. Saliva dripped from my chin as I slurped noisily.

He groaned deep, hands tangling in my hair. Hips rocked, feeding inches deeper. Soon he took control, gripping my head firm. Cock rammed past my tonsils, bulging my throat. He fucked my face relentless—plunging balls-deep, nose grinding his wiry pubes, gagging me with each thrust. Spit bubbled out, strings connecting my lips to his sack as he pounded.

Tension coiled in his groin. Grunts grew feral. Cock throbbed wildly, swelling thicker. Then he buried it to the hilt, roaring low. Thick ropes of cum blasted straight down my throat—hot, bitter jets forcing me to gulp frantically. I swallowed every pulse, milking him dry with swallows. He held there till spent, shaft softening in my mouth, twitching on my tongue.

Pulling out slow, he thumbed the mess around my lips—smearing cum and drool, then pushing it back inside for me to lick clean.

'Did I do well? Will you touch me?' I gasped, throat raw, tasting him everywhere.

'Yes,' he growled, eyes gleaming.

But instead of fingers, he shoved me back flat, removing my panties off carefully. Knees spread wide, he dove between my thighs. Mouth latched onto my pussy—lips sucking my clit hard, tongue lashing the nub in circles. I cried out, hands fisting sheets. He devoured me sloppy, slurping my juices, teeth grazing folds.

Tongue speared inside next, fucking my hole deep, wiggling against walls. Then a thick finger joined, plunging knuckle-deep, curling to hit that spot. He pumped it fast, thumb grinding my clit. Pleasure overloaded—moans ripped loud from my chest, body writhing wild.

I squirmed under him, hips bucking into his face. Climax crashed brutal—pussy spasming, squirting gushes soaking his beard, chin, neck. Juices sprayed in arcs, drenching us both as I thrashed through waves.

He lapped every drop, kissing my quivering thighs. Instead of leaving, he climbed up, pulling covers over. Strong arms wrapped me close, cock soft against my ass, breath hot on my neck. We cuddled tight, his heartbeat steady against my back. Sleep claimed us tangled together, bodies pressed warm.

Sleep wrapped us deep, his body spooned tight against mine, arm heavy over my waist. Hours later, something thick and insistent nudged my ass cheek, stirring me from dreams. Eyes fluttered open to darkness, but I knew instantly—Grandpa's cock, hard again, rigid length prodding between my thighs from behing. Heat pulsed from it, skin velvet over steel.

I shifted, reaching down to wrap fingers around the shaft. Grip firm, I stroked slow—up from base to tip, thumb circling the flared head slick with fresh precum. He grunted low in sleep, hips twitching forward into my fist. Emboldened, I twisted around, sheets tangling. Mouth found him in the shadows, lips parting to engulf the crown. Tongue bathed the underside, sucking steady, head bobbing deeper with each pass. Saliva coated him glossy as I hollowed cheeks, drawing out throaty groans. I sucked his cock as best as I couldm

His hand stirred, fingers threading my hair. 'Fuck, baby,' he rumbled awake, voice gravelly. Minutes blurred in wet slurps. He did not cream in my mouth. Then strong arms scooped me up effortless, flipping me onto my back. Legs splayed wide, he crawled between, knees shoving mine apart. Face buried in my crotch—no panties now—mouth clamped over my slit. Lips tugged my folds, tongue stabbing inside to scoop juices, then flicking my clit rapid. I gasped sharp, back arching off the mattress.

He pulled back gasping, beard glistening with my arousal. Eyes wild, locked on mine. 'Baby, can I fuck you?'

'What?' I whispered, chest heaving, pussy clenching empty.

'My cock needs your pussy. I want to put it inside' Breath ragged, face desperate, veins bulging in his neck. I trusted him.

Heart raced, body aching for fullness. 'Yes.'

He positioned quick, knees digging bed. Cockhead notched at my entrance, thick and leaking. Pushed in slow, eyes squeezing shut in bliss. Stretch burned fierce—walls parting unwilling around his girth, a sharp sting tearing through me. I whimpered, nails biting his shoulders. Inch by inch he sank, balls finally snug against my ass.

Held still a beat, letting me adjust. Then hips rolled gentle, shallow thrusts grinding deep. Pain ebbed fast, morphing to electric friction. Something uncoiled inside—his shaft dragging my inner walls raw, hitting spots that sparked fire. Moans tore from my throat unbidden, loud and broken, echoing off walls.

'Harder,' I begged without thought, legs locking his waist. I moaned a string of intelligible things.

He snarled approval, pace slamming brutal. Cock pistoned full-length, balls slapping my ass wet. Each plunge scratched that deep itch, pleasure building savage. Body seized first time—pussy clamping vise-tight, convulsing wild around him. Juices flooded out, soaking his sack as I bucked screaming.

He powered through, grunting animal. Thrusting and ramming my pussy relentlessly.

"Fuck, so tight." He groaned. Second wave hit harder—muscles rippling, thighs quaking, another gush drenching us. He knew I was cumming but still he hammered, sweat dripping from his brow.

His thrusts became frantic which felt so good.

"my little slut." He said as he owned my hole. His dick went in and out at a very high speed. Our wet sounds and my moans filled the room.

"Ummmmmmmmmmm" I moaned. And grandpa's dick made me feel so good. I felt like peeing. Third climax ripped me apart—convulsing violent, walls milking him frantic. He yanked free mid-spasm, fist pumping furious. Cum erupted in heavy spurts—ropes splattering my belly, tits, neck. Hot seed pooled in my navel, streaked across nipples hardening in the mess.

Panting, he collapsed beside, thumbing globs over my skin, rubbing into breasts. We lay sticky, breaths syncing till dawn crept in.

Morning light filtered curtains. He rose first, rummaging nightstand. Returned with a small pill, pressing to my lips. 'Swallow, baby. Keeps you safe.' Water chased it down. After that he fucked my pussy leaving his cream in me.

From that day, no pulling out—every load pumped deep, flooding my womb weekends on end. He liked pounding my pussy, leaving his cum inside. Even when my parents returned, we fucked in the bathroom while my parents were preparing a meal in the kitchen. And I went home full of his cum.

I've been Grandpa's favorite granddaughter since. Every Friday, I pack light, heart pounding for the drive. Door barely shut before hands roam, clothes shed frantic. Nights blur in endless fucks—bent over kitchen table, riding him reverse on couch, pinned face-down ass-up. Cum leaks constant, pussy stretched to his shape. Days tease normalcy—fishing trips, pie baking—but tension simmers, erupting nightly. His forever girl.