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I had lost my parents at an early age, and therefore was brought up in my middle-class maternal uncle's family where in I lived until I was married off to you. In that family my aunt was never much fond of me, nor were my cousins. They used to envy me, considering me a burden on them. I came into their family when I was barely 13.

I used to stay in a room (having an attached-bath) upstairs, sharing it with my retired widower Dadu (maternal grandpa) and he was, of course, very fond of me, ab initio. And whatever, I needed I would demand it only from him. In the room there was only a single bed, but king-sized, comfortably accommodating two of us, me and my dadu.

From very beginning, I had developed a habit to sleep, nestling up against him, or embracing him. As time passed...and I was growing up with adolescent youth pervading me very rapidly, and after attaining puberty, or after my maiden menstruation at 14, it soon blossomed me out into a young girl-woman!

I started using brassiere. But I did not demand a separate bed now, nor was I provided with also. I continued with my habit of sleeping beside him, in his cozy affectionate embrace, as usual. And due to this proximity with him I was never shy with him either. Even I would not mind going to bed, wearing only a tape-frock, made of cotton translucent materials.

And much of my protruding young breasts would poke through, sometimes vividly outlining the nipples. He would sometimes look at my developing boobs, but not with lust in his eyes. I grew a little more...now as high school girl. By now my bra-size had become 32 A. My hormones were building up. I used to talk about sex with my friends in school.

From such talking I used to get hot and masturbate with long brinjal or big fat cucumber when I could get time without actually inserting it full else my hymen would break. Now I started to enjoy this ritual and practiced it more often in the privacy of my bedroom in the afternoon. I clearly remember that day.

It was Thursday and all the family members were gone out except for my widower daddu who was home. I checked on Daddu and found him asleep in the room downstairs. I went to the kitchen and selected a big cucumber for today's fucking and went to my room upstairs. I was very hot for some big fat thing in my choot and readily undressed for the fun.

There is a mirror in our bedroom and I love to watch my every action in that. I arranged the mirror so that I could get my reflection in it when I lie on the bed doing my stuff. So when I completed my undressing I stood before the mirror examining my body. My breasts stood proudly on my chest. Oohhhhhh! They are lovely and so sensitive. Still not soft a bit.

My hands went on to them and I caught both of my breasts in each palm. Ohhhhh! It felt so nice. I imagined strong male hand instead of mine and the pleasure was doubled. I kneaded my breasts massaging them slowly and steadily. I felt them grow with the caressing and my nipples started to grow. I watched the buds grow and become erect.

They were hard now, stood about half inch from the beautiful pink aureoles below. The veins on the fleshy globes now turgid with the blood supply looked prominent and I traced my finger over them. I caught my breasts in my hands and brought them up so that the nipples were now thrust upwards. I pushed my tongue out of my mouth and lowering my head tried to lick my own nipples.

First left, then the right one, I could barely flick my tongue on them and it felt sooo nice. I caught my nipples in my thumb and fore finger and rubbed them. Ahhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhh! What a feeling! I let my hands travel down below tracing my flat stomach and then my fleshy naval. I circled my fingers around the belly button and even traced it inside.

Ohh God! This felt so good and my hands travelled down below towards my choot. I never shave my choot and love to have the curly growth down there. This makes women's choot look so live! I moved one hand down to my soft unshaved choot, feeling how wet I was, and parted the choot lips and began to rub my slit. It felt so good and I wanted more, so I slowly slipped a finger inside me.

One by one I slipped two more fingers inside me, wanting it to be a hard throbbing lund pleasing me. My nipples were very hard now and so I pulled my breast towards my mouth and begun to suck on my nipple. It was so nice to feel my tongue making circles around my nipple. I pulled my fingers out and slowly rubbed my nipples with my wet fingers, working my way to my mouth, running them over my lips and tasting my own juices.

I was so wet and feeling very good now I wanted to cum, to feel relaxed. I took the big long cucumber, which I had brought and examined it. Ohh God! It was really big. I was greedy for the big hard lunds and that made me take this cucumber. I put it to my hot mouth and flicked my tongue around the tip. GOD! Only if this was real one I thought.

I tried to take the tip in my mouth but I could not. It was sooo thick and almost 10 inches long. I traced my tongue all over the thickness and made it wet with my saliva. Then I opened my mouth wide and took some portion of the cucumber inside it. Ohhh my mouth felt sooo full! I think I must have been very hot as the next thing I did was to push that cucumber right into my choot!

It would not go in and I had to spread my legs wife and spit on the choot to male it slippery from outside. I placed the cucumber at the entrance of my choot and pushed hard. Ohhhhh! God! It hurt a little but I did not bother and continued to push it inside. I was moaning loudly and was afraid someone may hear me.

But I could not stop moaning and pushed the cucumber inside. About 4 inches of it entered my poor choot and I moved it in and out. I looked into the mirror and saw my image. There I was, with my legs spread wide and my choot exposed with the thick long cucumber fucking in and out. Ohhhhhh God! Watching this made me hotter and I started to fuck the cucumber faster.

I don't know what I was saying but I was definitely moaning loudly. I don't know for how much time I was fucking the cucumber and then I came! My choot was flowing with my cum juices and I was moaning dirty words! When I looked into the mirror to see me cuming I was shocked! There was my Daddu, standing there and staring at me fucking that bloody cucumber!

Ohh God! I was caught by him and he may tell this to others! I thought for a moment and thought of a plan to include this old man into my daily bouts. "Sunita, what are you doing? Its very dirty. You are naked and Ohh what's that? You are pushing in your choot? And why?" Just few questions, but meaningful ones for me. I called daddu inside the room and covered my body with the bed sheet.

I knew how to explain all this to the old man who was just entering the last stage of manhood. I wanted to make him join my sexual pleasures. I slowly removed the bed sheet from my body. Daddu looked at my body with curiosity and stared at my big breasts. He was really astonished to see the big breasts, naked for the first time.

I looked at him looking at my breasts, "You have never seen my breasts, Daddu. You must have seen your wife's, they are bigger than mine." I spread my legs and showed Daddu my choot. he was staring at my choot hair. "Ohhhh I am afraid somebody may come in or else I would have seen your thing." "Now don't worry daddu I will lock the door."

He was shocked to say the least, "Ohhh Beti! Please don't! I am feeling shy. Not now!" He blurted out, "Ok so you have seen my choot my grampa? Now come here and I will show you the details of it." Daddu came near my choot and looked at the slit. I was very much excited with his watching my choot and I spread my choot lips with my hand.

I exposed my pink fuck hole inside of my choot. Suddenly we heard footsteps meaning our family members had come back. Daddu ran away from my room breathing hard. I dressed up to meet family members. We didn't get any other chance for long. However, one day my widower dadu fell ill; he was down with high fever, and I acted out as his nurse to look after.

I used to feed him medicine and or compress his body with wet towel, etc. His fever lasted a week, but it made him quite weak, health wise. So when doctor permitted him to take normal bath I thought I should help him bathe. And I told him, "Do not go to bathe, all alone. You are weak, and may fall down on the wet floor any moment. I will take you inside and bathe you".

He did not put much objection to it. So on the 1st day I thus started with him by first embrocating oil on his upside, back, legs hand etc, and then finally before taking him into bathroom I changed my shalwar-kameeze, and just wrapped a white gamchha around my upper torso ( with no bra underneath) and petticoat.

Anyway, I made him (who was in towel only) sit down on a stool, and standing now face-to-face before him. His face was at level with my boobs. I poured water on dadu, and the moment I did it, the water splashed over from him and simply drenched my gamchha to skin, making my front completely or clearly visible through that wet transparency.

I felt embarrassed for initial few seconds, but then to cover it I, on a strange impulse, just pulled dadu's head to my wet bosom, and his face nestled in between my two very firm tight-fleshed and highly sensitive breast-domes; This time I trembled at his touch, despite the fact that many a time I had indulged him to sleep with his face resting against my tape frock-hidden breasts in the nocturnal hours.

He had seen me naked that day. But this time the situation was different; now I looked topless! And he was touching my breasts. Whatever, I continued to bathe him, while he stayed hiding his face between my breasts, wrapping me in embrace. I discovered I was liking his childlike nestles and his intimate touch.

And a strange deep affection for him filled my heart, and that feeling also uncontrollably soon changing into a sexual urge towards him. I began remembering my cunt show to him that day. Due to result of which my nipples turned swollen. On the other hand, I went on to pour water on him.

Then suddenly I felt my dadu's face was now brushing, side to side, between my cleavages, and then it moved along a breast-dome and stopped over the nipple. Then suddenly he opened his mouth and engulfed the erect tinny nipple, granting me a jolt of strange bliss; I trembled and thrust forth to push as much of the succulent breast-tip as I could into his eager mouth.

He understood my growing sexual heat, and welcoming it he then peeled a part of that wet gamchha aside, partially, thus exposing one breast fully. He brought his mouth over my honey-brown nipple. I closely hugged him and pinned his face against the nipple. And while he was sucking that breast, I peeled the gamchha off my body and threw it aside,

so that now he could savour my full breasts to his heart's content. Seeing me completely topless he was very happy, and stated cupping and squeezing my elated breasts with both hands while simultaneously sucking them, by turns. I was getting wetter and in no time a shuddering orgasm overtook me, making me moan in ecstasy.

He continuously sucked my breasts and played with them, silently, for quite some time, drenching them with his saliva. And then his mouth came over mine. Spontaneously I reciprocated with him, letting his tongue wed mine, and indulging him to consume the nectar of youth from my mouth, which pushing my bosom against his chest.

I was in trance of passion, so was he. I felt for him, my heart went to him, considering his condition that he had been outside sexual bliss for years, and being his beloved grand-daughter it's my duty to enliven him with nectar of my felinity. Daddu held my breasts and pressed them hard. Ohhh his hands felt nice. How can I describe the lust that was pumped into me by this innocent touch.

After we broke our passionate kiss he made me lie down on my back on the bathroom-floor, and yanked off my wet petticoat. I turned and lay over in 69 position. His cock was inches away from my mouth and my naked choot was just the same from his mouth. Daddu placed his hand on my choot and caressed it. WOW I was in heaven! I jerked his towel off and pushed my mouth there.

Oohhhh! This cock smelt nice. I traced my tongue all along the pole licking the pee slit and daddu's hand cupped my labia with passion he had not known till then. I was reeling in heat of sex, now emotionally ready to loose my virginity to my beloved grandpa, the first man in my sex life. He took his position and his huge strong manhood jutted out in its angry arrogance.

I closed my eyes, waiting that very golden moment of submission of my womanhood to him. And my heart was beating hard in a strange tension. Now my dadu came between my thighs, and widened them apart to get a space to place his face in between. And with his both thumbs he manipulated my wet vaginal lips to pave the way to his tongue to invade it.

I was profusely oozing, and yelled as his tongue intruded; he started licking and lapping my lubricating pubic region, pressing my rounded breasts at the same time. I yelled, "Ohh Daddu! Your hand feels soo good there. Oohhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhh! I never knew it will be this good. Come on feel my choot. Ohhhhh that's it! Here hold my breasts and knead them while you pleasure my choot."

And I lost into a sexual trance,oblivious of counting my orgasms, that shook me continuously in rhythm with Dadu's snake-tongue, while he kept consuming my oozing juices. Finally I could no longer stand it, and pleaded him now to make me a woman. I was not at all bothering about the possibility of pregnancy; I simply wanted him to brimfully fill me with his masculine juice, tearing my hymen apart.

And next came that waited moment... "Come on daddu lets make love. I want to feel your naked cock inside me and make love to your matured body. take me make me your lover" Ohhhhhh He guided his tip of manhood to my love-gate, and slowly pushed forth into it, as if opening its door. And he suddenly stopped midway; I felt he stopped against my hymen;

then he pulled a little and next very moment he intruded with a forceful thrust, and went deeper within me, tearing the hymen apart - and I lost my virginity to him. It was cock-tight; he began churning in me, thrust by thrust or thrust against thrust, in a matching rhythm with my active reciprocation with equal sexual emotion. I was reeling like a reed, yelling in bliss.

"Ohhh fuck me! Chodo muze,,, ahhhhhhhhhh mmmaaaaaa oohhhhh so nice! Hey mote lund wale Chodo sale!Mera harami Marad muze aab chodta nahi. Tum to chodo. " It continued for more than 15 minutes, and then he blurted out, "I am approaching a climax, let me pull out, darling".

But I did not leave any scope for him...and instantly I cross-locked my legs around him and pulled him deeper...and in no time he burst out into a huge ejaculation --- a jet of hot love-lava hit my hungry womb, and I saw stars as another shuddering orgasm pervaded me. He collapsed on me, spent.

And stayed lying over me, without still withdrawing from my within. We rested in that position for some time, and then his vigour again enlivened, and he resumed pumping himself into me and once again took me to seventh heaven and finally refilled me with his sperm. After it was all over, we stood up, and bathed each other.

It was the beginning...and that night he again pumped his seed into me. I was totally satiated. And then onwards we would fulfill each other's sexual needs. None else in the house could sense or suspect this special intimacy or relationship developed between us, --- after all, he was my grandpa, and was older by almost 47 years.

Often I would suck him to ejaculation to swallow his seminal deluge, or sometimes I would masturbate him over my breasts. And this sex between two of us benefited us a lot, physically or otherwise. He had taught me to be on the pill on my unsafe days. I used to sit on his lap naked and do my studies while he would play with my boobs or pussy.

We would bathe naked together when no one was home. When aunty went to her mayka for weekends or so we would stay nude whole day and behave like teenagers. He even shaved my pussy sometimes.

A few years passed, and after passing the HS examination I entered a girls' college to do my graduation. And shortly after my graduation I was married off to you my darling. I sometimes miss him and his touch. If at all some one was to impregnate me, I would choose him against all.

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