Grandpa Duties

My granddaughter Emma had been acting off all day, complaining of cramps and a strange ache low in her belly. She's just turned fourteen, a sweet little thing with long brown hair and those innocent blue eyes that always melt my heart. When my daughter Sarah called, her voice rushed and apologetic, I knew something was up. "Dad, can you watch Emma tonight? She's not feeling well—first time ovulating, I think—and we have this official dinner we can't miss. Please? You're the best."

I agreed without hesitation, though a forbidden wonder stirred in my mind. Ovulation? Wasn't that the time women were on heat and wet. At her age? The thought alone made my cock twitch. By the time Sarah and her husband Mark pulled into my driveway, the sun was dipping low, casting long shadows over my quiet suburban home.

Emma stepped out of the car, her face flushed, clutching her stomach as she shuffled toward me. She wore a simple pink sundress that hugged her budding curves, the hem swaying just above her knees. Sarah hugged me quickly. "Thanks, Dad. She's been queasy all afternoon. Maybe some tea and rest?" Mark nodded, looking relieved to hand off the responsibility. They promised to be back late, around midnight, and drove off, leaving us alone.

"Come on inside, sweetie," I said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. She leaned into me, warm and soft. "Grandpa will take care of you." We settled in my bedroom, her curled up on the couch with a blanket. I brought her some ginger tea, but she winced with every sip, shifting uncomfortably.

"That ache again?" I asked, sitting beside her. She nodded, biting her lip. "It's like... pressure down there. Makes me feel weird." Her words hung in the air, innocent yet loaded. My mind raced with dark urges I'd fought for years. I imagined her pussy, all tight and slippery. Watching her squirm, I felt my resolve cracking. It had been hard raising Sarah, many times I'd jerked off to thoughts of her. I could only wonder how her wet tight folds felt.

"Sleep now." I told her. She covered herself in a blanket and closed her innocent eyes. I ran to the bathroom and jerked off thinking of her. I came with a large grunt. I hated myself for it.

I cooked dinner: Noodle soup and Fried chicken. When I went she was deeply asleep. Blanket aside. Her legs apart. The naughty girl wasn't wearing any panty. I could see her pink folds. I became so hard. I placed the plates on the table and placed my head between her thighs. If I didn't put my tongue there, I would die. She needed a good fuck from an experienced man. Or maybe I am the one who needed to feel her cunt around my dick. I closed my eyes. Inhaled her sweet smell. Maybe I did it loudly for she opened her eyes.

She was not shocked at all.

"Grandpa what's up." She asked casually.

I was lost for words. But when a man is hard it's the dick that thinks not the mind. I said.

"Let Grandpa help you. There's an old remedy—something to ease the situation and calm the heat."

She looked at me with wide eyes, trusting. "Really? What is it?"

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding. "Lie back, Emma. Relax. I'll show you." She hesitated but complied, stretching out on the couch. I knelt between her legs, gently pushing her dress up to her waist. Her white cotton panties were already damp, a faint wet spot betraying her body's confusion." This might feel strange at first, but it'll make you better. Trust me."

With trembling hands, I caressed her smooth thighs. Her pussy was on my face—pink and untouched, a light fuzz of hair framing her slit, already glistening with her arousal. The scent hit me, musky and sweet, driving me wild. She gasped but didn't pull away. "Grandpa?"

"Just breathe, honey. This will draw out the bad feelings." I leaned in, my breath hot against her folds, and pressed my mouth to her. My tongue flicked out, lapping at her entrance, tasting her salty sweetness. She yelped, her hands flying to my head. "Oh! That tickles... but..." She started moaning so loudly I was afraid.

"Oooooooh aaaaaaaaaah mmmmmmmmmmh oooooooh"

I didn't stop. I sucked gently on her clit, swirling my tongue around the swollen nub while my lips sealed over her pussy. Her hips bucked involuntarily, and soon she was moaning, her fingers tangling in my hair. "Grandpa... it feels... good... ah!" Her body tensed, thighs clamping around my ears as she came hard, her juices flooding my mouth. I drank her down, lapping every drop as she shuddered and whimpered.

When she finally relaxed, panting, I pulled back, my face slick with her cum. She looked dazed, cheeks rosy. "Did... Have you done it fully?"

'A little,' I lied, my cock straining against my pants. I hadn't planned to go further—God, no—but seeing her like that, so open and needy, broke me. "Let me massage it more. That'll seal it in." I stood, unzipping my fly and pulling out my thick cock, already leaking pre-cum. Her eyes widened. "Grandpa, what's that?"

"Just a tool to rub you better, sweetie. It'll feel even nicer." I guided her hand to it briefly, letting her feel the heat, but she was too flustered to question. Positioning myself, I rubbed the head along her slick folds, teasing her entrance without pushing in. Up and down, circling her clit, the friction making her gasp again. "Oh... yes..." Emma was so easy to please. She began moaning again. Louder and sexier now.

"Mmmmmmmmh soo good. Ooooh." She was slutty just like her mom that I never got to touch but fucked every boy in the neighborhood.

Emma was so wet, so tight-looking. Her body responded instantly, hips lifting to meet my strokes as I played with her folds and entrance. Within minutes, she came again, her pussy clenching around nothing as she cried out, coating my cockhead in more of her cream. She stared at me with a lustful look that I'd never seen in her eyes. What if her little body needed more.

I removed her dress and sucked her little tits. Kissed her on the lips. She quivered and kissed back sloppily. I had a lot to teach her. She moved and her pussy touched my hard cock.

That was it. I couldn't hold back. "Just a little massage inside to really help," I murmured, pressing forward. The head popped past her lips, stretching her virgin hole. She whimpered, but didn't fight it. Inch by inch, I sank in, her walls gripping me. So hot, so tight—better than anything I'd imagined. I planned to stay still, just let her adjust, but the sensation was overwhelming. I rocked my hips slightly, barely moving.

"Grandpa... it's filling me..." she breathed, her nails digging into my arms.

One small thrust turned into more. Soon I was pounding into her, my balls slapping against her ass with each deep plunge. Her pussy milked me, her ovulation making her extra slick and fertile." Fuck, Emma, you're so good," I groaned, losing control. She wrapped her legs around me, meeting my rhythm, her small tits bouncing under her dress.

We came together in a frenzy—her walls spasming around my cock as I buried deep and unloaded, rope after rope of hot cum flooding her womb. She screamed my name, trembling beneath me.

We lay there catching our breath when the doorbell rang. Her parents. Panic hit, but Emma just smiled lazily, cum trickling from her pussy as I pulled out. "I'm feeling much better now, Grandpa."

She wore one of the jeans that was in this house and a t-shirt. There was no risking he parents seeing cum dripping from their slutty daughter. I dressed up and followed her. Her little ass infront of me made my dick harden again.

I opened the door. Sarah and Mark burst in, concerned. "How is she, Dad?"

Emma said cheerfully. "Way better. Can I stay here tonight? Please? Grandpa's taking such good care of me."

I exhaled. One wrong word and they would have sent me to hell. I gave Emma a grateful look but she didn't look my way. She looked genuinely happy. Did she even know what I'd done to her and what I'd do if she stayed? I would cause her to be addicted to my cock.

They exchanged glances. Sarah sighed. "If you're sure, Dad?"

I feigned reluctance, rubbing my neck. "Well... I suppose, if she wants. But only if you're okay with it." Inside, I was elated.

They left with waves and thanks, oblivious. The moment the door closed, Emma pulled me back to the couch. "More, Grandpa? It still aches a little."

I didn't need asking twice. I stripped her bare, her lithe body glowing in the lamplight—pert breasts with pink nipples, flat belly leading to that cum-stuffed pussy. I fucked her slow at first, missionary on the couch, savoring every inch as she moaned into my mouth. Her tongue was eager, learning fast.

We moved to the bedroom, where I took her from behind, gripping her hips as I slammed in, watching her ass jiggle. She pushed back, begging for harder. "Yes, Grandpa!"

On her side next, one leg over my shoulder, I rubbed her clit while thrusting deep, making her squirt a little—her first time, she gasped in surprise. We went at it for hours: her riding me, bouncing on my cock until she collapsed; me eating her out again, her fresh cum mixing with mine; even a quick blowjob where she sucked sloppily, giggling at the taste.

By dawn, we were spent, her pussy red and overflowing, body marked with my bites. She curled against me, whispering, "I love staying with you." And as I drifted off, cock still half-hard inside her cum filled pussy I knew this was just the beginning. I was going to satisfy this little bitch on heat.