Lipsa and her Horny grandpa 2

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The old tractor rumbled along the dusty village road toward the small railway station, its engine coughing in the afternoon heat. Raghu Panda sat tall on the driver’s seat, wearing a simple white kurta and dhoti, his weathered face calm but his eyes burning with anticipation. Two years had felt like an eternity. His cock had been half-hard the entire morning just thinking about her return.

The train whistled in the distance and slowly pulled into the station. Raghu parked the tractor near the platform and waited. Passengers began stepping down. Then he saw her.

Lipsa jumped off the train with a bright smile, her long hair swaying. At 16, she had transformed. She was still petite at 5'1", but her body had ripened beautifully. Her heavy D-cup breasts strained visibly against the modest but tight salwar kameez top she wore, the fabric stretched across her full, round chest. Her waist remained slim, flaring into wider, womanly hips. She looked both mature and still somehow innocent.

“Grandpa!” she cried happily the moment she spotted him. She ran straight toward him, her heavy breasts bouncing noticeably with each step.

Raghu opened his arms. Lipsa crashed into him without hesitation, throwing her arms around his neck and pressing her entire body against his taller frame. Her massive, soft D-cup breasts squashed firmly against his chest, the warm, heavy flesh molding and spreading outward from the pressure of the tight hug. Raghu could feel her stiff nipples poking through her top and bra as she squeezed him harder, her face buried in his shoulder.

“I missed you so much, Grandpa,” she whispered, voice trembling with emotion and something deeper. Her breasts stayed pressed tightly against him, jiggling slightly as she shifted in the embrace. Raghu’s large hands slid down her back and rested just above her ass, pulling her even closer so her heavy bust was completely flattened against his body.

“I missed you too, my sweet beta,” he murmured, inhaling her scent. One hand slowly moved up and discreetly cupped the side of one heavy breast through her clothes, giving it a gentle, possessive squeeze. “Look at you… you’ve grown so much. These soft, big things have become so heavy and full. D-cups, you said? They feel much bigger than I imagined. So warm and heavy against Grandpa now.”

Lipsa blushed deeply but didn’t pull away. Instead, she hugged him tighter, deliberately pressing her breasts harder into his chest. “They grew a lot in these two years… especially after I came back from here. Sometimes they feel so tight and sensitive. The new bras barely hold them properly.”

Raghu chuckled lowly, his cock already rock-hard under his dhoti and pressing against her belly through the fabric. “Everything about you has grown beautifully, beta. Your breasts, your hips… your body has become that of a proper woman. Grandpa can feel how much heavier and softer they are now. You’re not my little girl anymore… but you’ll always be Grandpa’s special girl.”

They stayed locked in the hug for a long moment on the busy platform, her heavy D-cup breasts mashed against him while other passengers moved around them. Raghu’s hand gave her breast another subtle squeeze before he finally released her, though his eyes kept dropping to her deep cleavage where a few buttons strained.

“Come,” he said, voice thick with lust. “Let’s go home. Grandpa has been waiting two years to take care of you properly again.”

Lipsa bit her lip, cheeks flushed, and nodded. She climbed onto the tractor beside him, her heavy breasts brushing against his arm as she settled in. The ride back to the isolated village house was going to be long and filled with tension.

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The tractor rattled along the narrow, uneven village road back to the house. Every bump and pothole made Lipsa’s heavy D-cup breasts bounce and jiggle inside her tight salwar top. The fabric stretched obscenely over her mature chest, her deep cleavage visible as the motion caused her breasts to sway and slap against each other. She sat pressed close to Raghu on the narrow seat, her thigh touching his.

“Grandpa… the road is so bumpy,” she said softly, but there was clear excitement in her voice. Her cheeks were flushed, and she made no attempt to hold her breasts steady.

Raghu glanced at her bouncing chest, his cock throbbing painfully under his dhoti. When the road stretched empty for a long stretch with no one around, he took his right hand off the gear and boldly slid it under her kameez. He cupped one heavy breast fully, squeezing the soft, warm flesh hard while steering with his left hand.

Lipsa gasped and bit her lip, arching her back to push her chest more firmly into his palm. “Grandpa… your hand feels so good,” she whispered eagerly. “They’ve missed you so much. Squeeze harder… please.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. His rough fingers dug into her soft breast meat, kneading and pressing the heavy globe while his thumb flicked across her stiff nipple through her bra. The tractor bounced again, making her breasts jolt in his grip. He switched to the other breast, squeezing it possessively, feeling its weight and fullness.

“These big tits have grown so much, beta,” he growled, giving her left breast a firm, milking squeeze. “So heavy and soft. Grandpa can barely hold one in his hand now.”

Lipsa moaned softly, her hand resting on his thigh, inching closer to his hard bulge. She was breathing faster, clearly eager and dripping with anticipation after two years of waiting.

By the time they reached the isolated house, both of them were burning with need. Raghu barely switched off the tractor before they rushed inside. The door slammed shut. Clothes came off in a frantic hurry — her salwar kameez and bra tossed aside, his dhoti thrown on the floor.

Lipsa was completely naked now, her 20-year-old body fully revealed. Her heavy D-cup breasts hung full and round, dark nipples stiff with arousal. She quickly lay down on the same big bed they had shared years ago, spreading her slim legs wide apart. Her smooth, pink pussy was visibly dripping — glistening juices coating her swollen lips and dripping down to her ass.

She looked up at him with desperate, hungry eyes and extended both arms toward him.

“Go in me, Grandpa,” she begged, voice trembling with need. “Please… I’ve waited two years. Put your big cock inside me right now. I’m so wet for you.”

Raghu stood at the edge of the bed, his thick, veined 70-year-old cock rock hard and throbbing, pre-cum dripping from the tip. He stared at her spread pussy, watching a fresh drop of her arousal leak out and trail down her slit. Her heavy breasts rose and fell rapidly with her excited breathing.

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Raghu climbed onto the bed, his heavy body looming over his petite granddaughter. His thick, veined cock throbbed angrily, the fat purple head already slick with pre-cum as he rubbed it up and down her dripping slit.

“Look at you… so wet already,” he growled, voice rough with two years of pent-up lust. “Your little pussy is leaking for Grandpa.”

Lipsa whimpered desperately, her legs spread obscenely wide, heavy D-cup breasts heaving with every breath. “Please Grandpa… don’t tease me. I’ve been empty for so long. Go in me… fill me up.”

He pushed forward. The fat head of his cock stretched her tight entrance and sank inside in one long, powerful thrust. Lipsa cried out sharply as her pussy was forced open after two years, her walls clenching tightly around his thick shaft.

“Ahhh—! Grandpa… you’re so big… it’s stretching me so much!” she moaned, her small hands grabbing his shoulders.

Raghu groaned deeply as he buried half his length inside her scorching heat. “Fuck… still so tight. Your cunt hasn’t forgotten Grandpa’s cock.” He pulled back slightly and slammed forward again, driving deeper until his heavy balls pressed against her ass. He bottomed out completely, grinding against her cervix.

Lipsa’s back arched, her massive D-cup breasts jiggling heavily. Raghu immediately grabbed them with both rough hands, squeezing the soft, heavy flesh hard as he started fucking her with deep, forceful strokes. The wet, obscene sounds of his thick cock pounding into her dripping pussy filled the small room.

He fucked her harder, his hips slapping against her small frame. Each thrust made her heavy breasts bounce wildly. He leaned down and sucked one swollen dark nipple into his mouth, biting it gently while pounding her soaked cunt.

“These big tits… they’ve grown so fucking perfect,” he grunted between thrusts, mauling her breasts roughly, pressing them together and pinching her nipples. “Grandpa missed fucking you. Missed these soft heavy udders.”

Lipsa was moaning loudly now, her innocent face twisted in pure pleasure. “Harder Grandpa… please! Fuck me harder! I missed your big cock so much… ahh… ahh… it’s hitting so deep!”

Raghu’s pace became rough and relentless. He lifted her left leg over his shoulder, folding her petite body and driving even deeper. The new angle made her cry out as his cock battered her cervix with every thrust. Her dripping juices coated his shaft and balls, leaking down onto the sheet.

He switched positions, flipping her onto all fours and slamming back inside her from behind. One hand reached around to roughly squeeze and slap her heavy swinging breasts while the other gripped her slim waist, pulling her back onto his cock.

“Your pussy is gripping me so tight, beta,” he groaned, spanking her ass lightly. “Such a greedy little cunt.”

Lipsa pushed back against him eagerly, her voice breaking into desperate moans. “I’m your little cunt, Grandpa… only yours… fill me… cum inside me… please!”

Raghu felt his balls tightening. He flipped her onto her back again, lifted both her legs high and wide, and fucked her with brutal, deep strokes. Her heavy D-cup breasts bounced violently with every slam. He buried his face between them, sucking and biting her nipples while pounding her mercilessly.

“I’m going to cum, beta,” he growled.

“Yes Grandpa! Cum inside me! Fill your granddaughter’s pussy!” she begged, her own orgasm crashing over her.

Her walls spasmed wildly around his cock. Raghu roared as he buried himself to the hilt and exploded. Thick, powerful ropes of hot cum blasted deep into her womb — spurt after heavy spurt, flooding her completely. He kept thrusting through his orgasm, pumping every drop into her clenching pussy until it overflowed and leaked out around his shaft.

They collapsed together, panting and sweaty. Raghu stayed buried deep inside her, his cock still twitching as the last drops drained into her filled cunt. Lipsa’s heavy breasts pressed softly against his chest as she clung to him, trembling with aftershocks.

“Welcome home, my sweet girl,” he whispered, kissing her neck while gently squeezing one of her breasts.

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After resting for a while, still naked and sticky with cum, Raghu and Lipsa got up. She didn’t bother wearing much — just her loose thin t-shirt that barely contained her heavy D-cup breasts and her old half-pants. Raghu stayed in just his dhoti.

They went to the kitchen area to prepare dinner together. As Lipsa stood at the counter chopping vegetables, Raghu came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. He tugged her t-shirt up to her neck, freeing her massive breasts, and immediately began kissing her neck while pressing and squeezing them from behind.

“Grandpa…” she moaned softly, leaning back into him as his rough hands kneaded her soft, heavy flesh. He turned her around, lifted her onto the counter, and kissed her deeply — his tongue invading her mouth while both hands mauled her breasts, pressing them together and pinching her dark nipples. He broke the kiss only to latch onto one nipple, sucking hard like he was milking her, tugging the swollen peak with his lips while his fingers played with the other.

Lipsa whimpered, running her fingers through his grey hair. “Suck them harder, Grandpa… they feel so full when you do that.” He alternated between her breasts, sucking noisily, leaving her nipples shiny and red as she tried to continue cooking with shaky hands.

They somehow managed to finish making rice, dal, and sabzi, though Raghu’s hands stayed on her breasts most of the time — squeezing, bouncing, and kissing them whenever he got the chance.

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After dinner, they went to the small shed to milk the cow. The evening light was soft and golden. Lipsa crouched beside the cow in her thin t-shirt. Raghu stood behind her, pulled her shirt up again, and cupped her hanging breasts.

“Watch how I milk her,” he said huskily, but his real focus was on Lipsa. He squeezed her heavy D-cups in the same rhythm as the cow’s udder — long, firm pulls, milking her breasts as if trying to draw milk from them. He kissed her shoulder, then turned her slightly and sucked hard on her nipples again, making wet slurping sounds while his hands kept pressing and tugging her soft tit flesh.

Lipsa moaned, one hand on the cow, the other holding his head to her chest. “Grandpa… you’re milking me more than the cow…” Her pussy was wet again, juices soaking her half-pants.

They collected a small pail of fresh milk and walked back to the house. Raghu carried the pail in one hand and kept his other arm around her, occasionally slipping under her shirt to squeeze her breast as they walked.

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That night, the kerosene lamp burned low. The moment they lay on the bed, Lipsa pulled off her t-shirt and half-pants eagerly. She was dripping again, her smooth pussy glistening with arousal.

Raghu climbed on top of her, kissing her passionately while grinding his thick, hard cock against her wet slit. He spent a long time on her breasts — sucking them deeply, pressing them together around his face, and biting her nipples gently until she was squirming and begging.

“Please Grandpa… fuck me again. I need your cock.”

He spread her legs wide, positioned his thick cock at her entrance, and pushed in with one powerful thrust. Lipsa cried out in pleasure as he filled her completely. He fucked her steadily at first, deep and slow, while continuing to squeeze and suck her heavy breasts.

Then his pace increased. He pounded her harder, making her D-cup breasts bounce violently. He lifted her legs over his shoulders and drove into her with rough, possessive strokes, his heavy balls slapping against her ass.

“These big tits… this tight pussy… all mine,” he growled, slamming into her.

Lipsa moaned loudly, her nails digging into his back. “Yes Grandpa! Harder! Fuck your granddaughter’s pussy hard!”

He fucked her through two orgasms before finally burying himself deep and flooding her womb with thick, hot cum again, groaning loudly as he emptied his balls inside her clenching cunt. They stayed locked together, kissing slowly while his cock softened inside her cum-filled pussy, his hands still gently pressing and caressing her sore, well-used breasts.

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Late into the night, the room was dark except for the faint glow of the dying kerosene lamp. Lipsa lay on her back, completely naked, her heavy D-cup breasts rising and falling slowly with deep, exhausted sleep. After two intense rounds earlier, her body was tired but still sensitive.

She stirred slightly as a warm, pleasant pressure built between her legs. A slow, delicious stretching feeling spread through her core. Something thick and hard was moving inside her — gently at first, then deeper. A soft, wet sound accompanied each careful thrust. Her pussy, still slick from earlier creampies, was being filled again.

“Mmm…” she moaned sleepily, her hips twitching involuntarily as pleasure seeped into her dreams.

The sensation grew stronger. Deep, slow strokes that rubbed against every sensitive spot inside her. Lipsa’s breathing quickened. Her dark nipples stiffened even in sleep. Finally, her eyes fluttered open.

Raghu was on top of her, his weathered face inches from hers. His thick cock was buried halfway inside her pussy, slowly pushing deeper as he watched her wake up. His grey chest hair brushed against her soft, heavy breasts with every gentle thrust.

“Grandpa…?” she whispered, voice husky with sleep and sudden arousal. Her eyes widened as she fully realized what was happening — his thick, veined cock sliding in and out of her dripping cunt while she had been asleep.

“Shhh, beta,” Raghu murmured tenderly, leaning down to kiss her forehead. He pushed another inch deeper, making her gasp. “You looked so beautiful lying there with your legs slightly open… your pussy was still wet and leaking my cum. Grandpa couldn’t resist. I wanted to be inside you again.”

Lipsa moaned softly as he sank fully inside her, bottoming out against her cervix. Her small hands came up to grip his shoulders. “You entered me while I was sleeping…? Ahh… it feels so good, Grandpa. So deep… I thought I was dreaming at first.”

He started thrusting slowly, long and deliberate strokes, letting her feel every inch of his thick cock stretching her walls. “Yes, my sweet girl. Grandpa woke up hard and needed his granddaughter’s tight little cunt. Look how wet you are even in your sleep. Your body knows who it belongs to.”

Lipsa’s heavy breasts jiggled with each thrust. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper. “It feels so naughty… waking up with you already inside me. I love it, Grandpa. I love feeling you take me whenever you want.”

Raghu groaned and picked up his pace, fucking her with deeper, more possessive strokes. One hand grabbed a heavy breast and squeezed it hard while he spoke.

“Two years I waited for this,” he growled, pinching her dark nipple. “Now you’re here with these big, soft tits and this greedy pussy that sucks me in so perfectly. Tell Grandpa how it feels.”

“It feels full… so full,” she moaned, her voice breaking into pleasure. “Your cock is stretching me so wide. Every time you push in, it touches something deep inside that makes me shiver. Harder, Grandpa… fuck me properly now that I’m awake.”

Encouraged, Raghu lifted her legs higher and started pounding her harder. The bed creaked loudly as his heavy balls slapped against her ass. Her D-cup breasts bounced wildly between them. He leaned down and sucked hard on one nipple, then the other, biting gently as he drove into her soaked pussy again and again.

“You’re not my innocent little granddaughter anymore,” he panted between thrusts. “You’re Grandpa’s personal fucktoy now. Say it.”

“I’m your fucktoy, Grandpa,” Lipsa cried out, her face flushed with lust. “My big tits and my pussy belong only to you. Fuck me whenever you want… even when I’m sleeping. Use me… fill me with your cum again!”

Raghu fucked her relentlessly, his thick cock slamming into her dripping cunt. He kept talking dirty to her, telling her how much he loved her heavy breasts, how tight she still was, how he planned to fuck her every day she stayed. Lipsa came first — her walls clamping down hard around him as she moaned loudly, her juices gushing around his shaft.

Feeling her orgasm, Raghu buried himself deep and exploded. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her womb once again, pulse after pulse, until it overflowed and leaked out around his cock.

He stayed inside her, both of them panting. Raghu gently kissed her lips and squeezed her breast.

“Sleep now, beta,” he whispered. “Grandpa might wake you again later with his cock.”

Lipsa smiled sleepily, her pussy still twitching around his softening cock. “I hope you do…”

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The next morning, golden sunlight filtered through the small window. Lipsa was still half-asleep on her back, completely naked, her heavy D-cup breasts rising and falling softly with each breath. Raghu woke first, his morning wood throbbing hard at the sight of her.

He leaned over her and cupped one heavy breast with both hands, lifting the soft, warm flesh. Without hesitation, he latched onto her dark nipple and began sucking deeply — long, hungry pulls that made wet, slurping sounds. His tongue swirled around the stiff peak while his other hand kneaded and pressed the other breast firmly.

Lipsa stirred with a soft moan, her eyes fluttering open. “Mmm… Grandpa… again?” she whispered, her voice husky with sleep and growing arousal.

“Yes, beta,” he murmured around her nipple, sucking harder, stretching it between his lips before releasing it with a pop and moving to the other one. “Grandpa needs his morning milk from these big, beautiful tits.” He spent a long time worshiping them — sucking noisily, biting gently, pressing her soft flesh together and burying his face between her deep cleavage while his rough hands squeezed and massaged.

Lipsa arched her back, pushing her chest into his mouth. “It feels so good when you suck them like that… they feel heavier in the morning.”

After nearly twenty minutes of intense boob sucking and groping, they finally got up. Lipsa’s nipples were swollen and shiny with his saliva.

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The day passed in their familiar village rhythm, filled with erotic undertones. While milking the cow in the morning, Raghu stood behind her, pulled her thin t-shirt up, and sucked on her hanging breasts from behind as she worked, making her moan and drip milk from the cow’s udder with shaky hands.

During lunch preparation, he sat her on the kitchen counter, removed her t-shirt completely, and feasted on her breasts again while she tried to cut vegetables — sucking, licking, and pressing them together around his face.

In the afternoon, they worked together in the small field. The heat made her sweat, and Raghu frequently pulled her close, lifted her heavy breasts, and sucked the sweat from her nipples while his hands roamed over her body. Her half-pants were soaked not just from sweat.

They bathed together near the hand pump in the evening. Raghu soaped her massive breasts thoroughly, pressing them together and sliding his hard cock between them while kissing her deeply.

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That night, after dinner, they lay on the big bed. Raghu was in a particularly hungry mood. He kissed down her body slowly, spending extra time on her breasts again, sucking each nipple until she was whimpering and squirming.

Then he moved lower.

He spread her slim legs wide apart and settled between them. Lipsa looked down at him with wide, curious eyes as he kissed the inside of her smooth thighs.

“Grandpa… what are you doing?” she asked breathlessly.

“Grandpa is going to taste his granddaughter’s sweet pussy,” he replied, voice thick with lust.

He leaned in and ran his broad tongue slowly up her slit, licking from her dripping entrance all the way to her swollen clit. Lipsa gasped sharply, her hips jerking.

“Ahh—! Grandpa… that feels… so strange… but good…”

Raghu groaned at her taste. “So sweet and wet for me.” He licked her again, slower this time, dragging his flat tongue through her folds, savoring her juices. He spread her puffy lips with his thumbs, exposing her pink inner folds and tiny clit, then circled the sensitive bud with the tip of his tongue.

Lipsa’s heavy breasts heaved as she moaned louder. “Oh god… Grandpa… your tongue is inside my pussy… licking me there…”

He became more aggressive, sucking her clit gently into his mouth while flicking it rapidly with his tongue. Two thick fingers pushed inside her tight hole, curling upward as he ate her out with decades of suppressed hunger. Wet, obscene slurping sounds filled the room as he devoured her dripping cunt — licking, sucking, and tongue-fucking her entrance while his fingers pumped steadily.

Lipsa’s small hands gripped his grey hair, her thighs trembling around his head. “Grandpa… it’s too much… I feel like I’m going to burst… ahhh… right there… don’t stop sucking my clit!”

Her body tensed violently as a powerful orgasm crashed over her. Her pussy gushed against his mouth, juices coating his tongue and chin as she cried out in ecstasy, her heavy D-cup breasts shaking with the intensity.

Raghu kept licking her through the orgasm, gentler now, drinking every drop until she was a trembling, whimpering mess.

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Raghu climbed up from between her legs, his face glistening with her juices. Lipsa was still panting, her heavy D-cup breasts heaving, her pussy visibly twitching and leaking onto the sheet.

“Turn over, beta,” he commanded, his voice deep and rough. “Grandpa wants to fuck you like a proper bitch in heat.”

Lipsa’s cheeks flushed with both shame and excitement. She obediently got on all fours, arching her back and pushing her round ass toward him. Her heavy breasts hung and swayed beneath her, nipples brushing against the bedsheet. Her dripping pussy was fully exposed, pink and swollen, begging to be filled.

Raghu knelt behind her, gripping her slim waist with both large hands. He rubbed his thick, veined cock up and down her soaked slit, teasing her clit before pressing the fat head against her entrance.

“Ready for Grandpa’s cock?” he growled.

“Yes… please…” she whimpered, pushing back against him eagerly.

He thrust forward hard, burying his entire thick length inside her in one powerful stroke. Lipsa cried out loudly as her tight walls were stretched wide again.

“Ahhh—! Grandpa… so deep!”

Raghu groaned in pleasure and immediately started fucking her with long, forceful strokes. The wet slapping sounds of his hips meeting her ass echoed in the room. Her heavy D-cup breasts swung wildly beneath her with every thrust, swaying like pendulums.

He reached forward and grabbed a handful of her long hair, pulling her head back slightly as he pounded her harder. Then his other hand came down with a sharp **CRACK** on her right ass cheek.

Lipsa gasped loudly, her body jolting forward.

“Grandpa—!”

**CRACK!** Another hard slap landed on her left cheek, leaving a red handprint on her fair skin. The sting mixed with the deep pleasure of his thick cock battering her cervix.

“You like that, don’t you?” he grunted, spanking her harder, alternating between both cheeks. **CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!** The sounds were loud and sharp. Her ass jiggled and turned a bright, burning red under his rough palms.

“Yes… ahh… it hurts but feels so good!” she moaned, pushing back onto his cock desperately. Her pussy clenched tightly around him with every slap. “Slap me harder, Grandpa… I’m your naughty girl…”

Raghu’s lust surged. He fucked her brutally now — deep, punishing strokes while spanking her ass relentlessly. Each hard slap made her pussy flutter around his cock. Her heavy breasts bounced and slapped together underneath her as she rocked forward from the force of his thrusts.

“Such a greedy little slut for your own Grandpa,” he growled, spanking her ass bright red. “Look at this fat ass jiggling for me. Two years and your cunt still sucks me in like it was made for my cock.”

Lipsa was moaning uncontrollably, her face pressed into the pillow, ass raised high. Every hard slap sent jolts of stinging pleasure through her body. Her juices were dripping down her thighs.

“Harder Grandpa… fuck me harder! Spank your granddaughter’s ass!” she begged shamelessly, completely lost in pleasure.

Raghu gripped her hips with both hands and pounded her mercilessly, his heavy balls slapping against her clit. He kept spanking her — hard, loud smacks that echoed through the house. Her ass was glowing red, marked with his handprints.

He leaned forward, reaching under her to grab and roughly squeeze her swinging D-cup breasts, pinching her nipples hard while still fucking her deep in doggy style.

“I’m going to fill you up again,” he snarled.

Lipsa cried out as another powerful orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy spasmed violently around his thick cock, gushing wetly. The intense clenching pushed Raghu over the edge.

With a deep, animalistic roar, he buried himself to the hilt and exploded inside her. Thick, hot jets of cum blasted deep into her womb — rope after heavy rope, flooding her completely until it leaked out around his cock and dripped down her thighs.

He stayed buried inside her, giving her ass a few final hard slaps as he drained every drop. Lipsa collapsed forward onto the bed, trembling, her red, spanked ass still raised, cum leaking from her well-fucked pussy.

Raghu rubbed her sore ass gently, admiring the red marks he had left.

“Good girl,” he whispered, kissing her back. “This is how Grandpa is going to fuck you every day you’re here.”

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For the entire next week, Raghu kept his word. He didn’t put his cock inside her pussy even once. Instead, he became completely obsessed with her heavy D-cup breasts.

Every morning started the same way — he would wake her up by sucking hard on her breasts, pulling her dark nipples deep into his mouth, biting them, and slapping her soft tit flesh until they turned red. During the day, whether they were cooking, milking the cow, working in the field, or bathing, his hands and mouth were constantly on her chest. He would pull her t-shirt up without warning, grab her heavy breasts, press them together brutally, and suck them until they were sore and covered in marks.

He loved slapping them — watching the heavy globes bounce and ripple, turning her pale white skin into a constant shade of pink and red. Sometimes he would make her sit on his lap while they rested and spend hours just kneading, squeezing, and milking her tits like udders, tugging her nipples hard until she moaned and begged for mercy.

By the end of the week, Lipsa’s breasts were almost always tender and marked — covered in hickeys, bite marks, and handprints. She had grown used to walking around the house with her t-shirt pulled up, her heavy red breasts bouncing freely as Raghu played with them whenever he wanted.

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Finally, Wednesday morning arrived — the first safe day after her fertile window.

The moment Lipsa woke up and whispered, “Grandpa… today is safe. You can do whatever you want,” Raghu’s eyes turned feral.

He didn’t waste a single second.

He roughly flipped her onto her stomach, yanked her hips up so she was on all fours, and slammed his thick, hard cock balls-deep into her pussy in one brutal thrust. Lipsa screamed in pleasure as he stretched her wide open.

“Finally,” he growled. “I’ve been waiting to destroy this cunt all week.”

He fucked her like a wild animal in doggy style — hard, fast, and merciless. The sound of his hips slamming against her ass filled the room. He reached forward and grabbed her heavy breasts, using them as handles to pull her back onto his cock while he pounded her.

**CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!**

His palm came down hard on her ass again and again, turning it bright red as he railed her soaked pussy. Lipsa was moaning uncontrollably, pushing back against him like a bitch in heat.

“Harder Grandpa! Fuck me harder!”

Raghu pulled out, flipped her onto her back, threw her legs over his shoulders, and drove back inside her with savage force. The bed creaked violently as he fucked her in a deep mating press, his heavy balls slapping against her ass. He buried his face between her soft, heavy breasts, sucking and biting her nipples hard while destroying her cunt with long, punishing strokes.

“You kept me waiting all week,” he snarled, slamming into her cervix. “Now Grandpa is going to ruin this little pussy.”

Lipsa’s eyes rolled back, her mouth open in constant moans. Her heavy breasts bounced wildly between them as he fucked her with raw power. He slapped her breasts hard, watching them turn red again while continuing to pound her.

He changed positions rapidly — putting her in cowgirl and making her ride him while he slapped and squeezed her bouncing tits, then back to doggy, then lifting her tiny body completely off the bed and fucking her in mid-air like a fleshlight, her legs dangling helplessly as he drove his thick cock up into her dripping hole.

After nearly forty minutes of relentless, wild fucking, Raghu finally roared and buried himself as deep as possible. His cock pulsed violently as he flooded her womb with thick, heavy ropes of cum — spurt after powerful spurt, filling her completely until it overflowed and ran down her thighs.

Even after cumming, he didn’t pull out. He kept her pinned beneath him, gently grinding his cock inside her cum-filled pussy while kissing and sucking her sore, red breasts.

“From now on,” he panted against her nipple, “every safe day will be like this. Grandpa is going to fuck you until you can’t walk properly.”

Lipsa, trembling and filled with his seed, smiled weakly and whispered, “Yes Grandpa… I’m yours.”

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The next few months settled into a intense, addictive routine. On unsafe/fertile days, Raghu kept his promise — no penetration. He satisfied his hunger by relentlessly playing with her heavy D-cup breasts: sucking them for hours, slapping them red, pressing them together around his cock for titfucks, and covering them in marks. Lipsa would moan and whimper as he abused her soft tits daily.

But on safe days… he fucked her like a beast.

He took her in every position — rough doggy with hard ass spanking, lifting her tiny body in the air and bouncing her on his thick cock, mating press where he folded her in half and pounded her cervix, and many nights where he woke her up by sliding inside her while she slept. He filled her with load after load of cum, sometimes multiple times a day. Her pussy was rarely empty on safe days.

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One morning, the results were announced. Lipsa had topped the entire state with the 2nd highest marks in 10th boards.

She screamed with joy and jumped into Raghu’s arms. He hugged her tightly, his hands immediately grabbing and squeezing her heavy breasts.

“My brilliant girl,” he growled proudly, kissing her hard. “Grandpa is so proud of you.”

That entire safe day became a celebration of raw, passionate sex. He fucked her on the kitchen counter, in the fields behind the house under the open sky, and twice at night — once in a long, slow session and once in a brutal rough round where he spanked her ass bright red while calling her his “topper slut granddaughter.”

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Two weeks later, the day came for her to leave for +2 studies in the city. She had enrolled in a good college there as per her parents’ wishes.

Lipsa stood near the tractor, wearing a salwar kameez that struggled to contain her heavy breasts. Tears filled her eyes as she hugged Raghu tightly, pressing her soft D-cups hard against his chest.

“I don’t want to go, Grandpa…” she whispered, voice cracking. “I’ll miss your hands… your mouth… your cock. I’ll miss everything.”

Raghu held her close, one hand discreetly squeezing her breast. “You have to go, beta. Two years of +2. Study hard like you did for 10th. Make Grandpa even prouder. But remember — this pussy, these big tits… they still belong to me. Come back whenever you get vacation. I’ll be waiting.”

She kissed him deeply, lingering, before finally climbing onto the tractor. As they reached the station, she hugged him again, tears rolling down her cheeks.

“I love you, Grandpa… not just as family,” she whispered in his ear. “I’ll come back as soon as I can.”

Raghu watched the train leave, his heart heavy but his cock hard at the memory of the last few months.

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Two years passed.

Lipsa was now 18...

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