The Grandpa’s Secret: A Curvy Woman’s Forbidden Desire

The first time Marlene saw Walter, she was sitting at the counter of The Rusty Spoon, a greasy spoon diner on the outskirts of the city where the coffee was strong, the pie was homemade, and the regulars were a mix of truckers, off-duty cops, and the kind of men who still wore suspenders. She was a 28-year-old woman with a voluptuous, plus-sized body, her curvy hips straining against the seams of her tight jeans, her heavy breasts pressed together by the low-cut tank top she wore, the fabric clinging to the sweat of her soft, pale skin. Her dark brown hair was pulled into a messy bun, strands escaping to frame her round face, her full lips painted a deep red that matched the flush in her cheeks. She had big, expressive green eyes that always seemed to be laughing, even when she wasn’t, and a deep, throaty voice that made men turn their heads when she spoke.

Walter was 72 years old, a tall, broad-shouldered man with a thick, white beard that he kept neatly trimmed, his deep-set blue eyes sharp and knowing beneath the wrinkles that mapped his face. He had the kind of rough, calloused hands that came from decades of hard work—first as a mechanic, then as the owner of a small auto shop that had long since been sold. His body was still solid, his chest broad, his arms thick with muscle that hadn’t softened with age, though his belly was round, pressing against the buttons of his flannel shirt. He moved with the confidence of a man who had spent his life being in charge, his voice a low, gravelly rumble that carried the weight of experience.

Marlene had been coming to The Rusty Spoon for months, always sitting at the counter, always ordering the same thing—a stack of pancakes drenched in syrup, a side of crispy bacon, and a cup of black coffee so strong it could strip paint. She had noticed Walter the first time he walked in, his boots thudding against the linoleum, the way the other patrons nodded at him in respect. He had a presence, the kind that made the air in the room shift when he entered. And then, one morning, he sat down beside her.

“Mind if I join you, darlin’?” he had asked, his voice like rough velvet, his eyes flicking over her body with an appreciative slowness that made her skin prickle.

Marlene had smirked, stirring her coffee with a slow, deliberate motion, her fingers wrapping around the mug in a way that drew his gaze. “Depends. You gonna buy me another cup, or just take up space?”

Walter had chuckled, a deep, rich sound that vibrated through his chest. “I’ll do you one better. How ‘bout I buy you breakfast and tell you a story that’ll make your toes curl?”

She had laughed, the sound warm and throaty, her breasts jiggling with the motion. “Oh, you’re one of those guys, huh? Think you can charm your way into a woman’s pants with a few words?”

Walter had leaned in, his shoulder brushing against hers, his breath hot against her ear as he murmured, “Darlin’, I don’t need charm. I’ve got experience. And something tells me you’ve been waitin’ for a man who knows what he’s doin’.”

Marlene had felt a shiver run down her spine, her nipples hardening beneath her tank top. She had bit her lip, her green eyes darkening as she turned to face him, her thigh pressing against his under the counter. “And what makes you think I’ve been waitin’ for you?”

Walter had smirked, his hand sliding onto her knee, his fingers squeezing just enough to make her breath hitch. “Because you’ve been sittin’ here every mornin’ for weeks, lookin’ at me like you wanna know what’s under these overalls. And I ain’t gonna lie—I’ve been lookin’ right back.”

Marlene had let out a slow breath, her chest rising and falling as she studied him, her gaze dropping to his lap where the bulge of his cock was noticeable even through the thick denim. “You’re awfully sure of yourself for an old man.”

Walter had grinned, his teeth white against his beard, his hand sliding higher up her thigh, his fingers teasing the hem of her shorts. “Age ain’t nothin’ but a number, darlin’. And I’ve got decades of practice makin’ women like you scream.”

Marlene had felt her pussy clench, her thighs squeezing together as she leaned in, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, “Prove it.”

That had been three weeks ago. Three weeks of flirty texts, of lingering touches in the diner, of Walter’s hands finding excuses to brush against her ass, her hips, her breasts whenever they passed each other. Three weeks of Marlene coming home soaked, her fingers buried in her pussy as she imagined what it would feel like to have Walter’s cock inside her, stretching her, filling her in ways no man ever had.

And now, here she was, standing in his kitchen, her heart pounding as she listened to the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. Walter had invited her over under the pretense of “showing her his classic car collection,” but the heat in his eyes when he had opened the door told her exactly what he had in mind.

She had dressed for the occasion—a tight, black dress that clung to her curves, the fabric straining over her heavy breasts, the hem riding up to show off her thick thighs. She wasn’t wearing panties, and the cool air of his house had made her pussy lips tingle, her clit already swollen with anticipation.

The shower turned off.

Marlene bit her lip, her hands gripping the edge of the counter as she heard the bathroom door open. She didn’t turn around. She waited, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps, her nipples hard as pebbles beneath the thin fabric of her dress.

Then she felt him—the heat of his body behind her, the rough scrape of his beard against her shoulder as he leaned in, his lips brushing her ear.

“Took you long enough to get here, darlin’,” he murmured, his voice a low growl, his hands sliding around her waist, his fingers spreading over her belly, pulling her back against him.

Marlene moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder as she felt the hard length of his cock pressing against her ass, even through the thick terry cloth of his towel. “Been waitin’ for you,” she whispered, her voice trembling, her hips grinding back against him instinctively.

Walter chuckled, his hands sliding up, cupping her breasts, his thumbs flicking over her nipples through the fabric. “Fuck, you’re so soft,” he groaned, his lips trailing down her neck, his teeth nipping at her skin. “Been dreamin’ about these tits, Marlene. Dreamin’ about suckin’ on ‘em, bitin’ ‘em, makin’ you scream.”

Marlene whimpered, her back arching as his hands squeezed her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples just hard enough to send a jolt of pleasure-pain straight to her pussy. “Fuck, Walter… please…”

“Please what, darlin’?” he growled, his hands sliding down, gripping her hips, pulling her ass back against his cock. “You wanna feel what you do to me? Wanna feel how hard you make me?”

“Yes,” Marlene gasped, her hands covering his, guiding them down, down, until his fingers were brushing against her soaked pussy lips. “Touch me… please, Walter… I need you…”

Walter groaned, his fingers sliding between her folds, feeling how wet she was, how swollen her clit already was. “Fuck, Marlene… you’re drippin’,” he muttered, his fingers circling her clit, teasing her, making her hips jerk against his hand. “You been thinkin’ about this, huh? Thinkin’ about my cock inside you?”

“Yes,” Marlene moaned, her head falling forward, her forehead pressing against the counter as his fingers worked her clit, his other hand squeezing her breast, his thumb flicking her nipple in time with his fingers. “Fuck, Walter… I can’t… I can’t take it… I need you inside me…”

Walter chuckled darkly, his fingers slipping inside her, two thick digits stretching her, filling her as he curled them, hitting that spot inside her that made her scream. “You wanna my cock, darlin’? Wanna feel me fuckin’ this tight little pussy?”

“Yes,” Marlene sobbed, her hips bucking against his hand, her pussy clenching around his fingers. “Please, Walter… I need it… I need you…”

Walter growled, his fingers pulling out of her, leaving her empty, aching. “Then get on your knees, darlin’,” he ordered, his voice rough, his hands gripping her hips, turning her around to face him. “Show me how bad you want it.”

Marlene dropped to her knees without hesitation, her hands trembling as she reached for the towel wrapped around his waist. She pulled it off, her breath catching as she saw his cock for the first time—thick, long, veiny, the head already glistening with pre-cum, the shaft twitching as she stared at it.

“Fuck,” she whispered, her mouth watering, her hands wrapping around the base, stroking him, feeling the heat, the pulse of his blood beneath her fingers. “You’re so big…”

Walter groaned, his hand tangling in her hair, guiding her closer. “Suck it, Marlene,” he ordered, his voice hoarse. “Show me what that pretty mouth can do.”

Marlene licked her lips, her tongue darting out, tracing the underside of his cock, tasting the salt of his pre-cum, the musky scent of him filling her nostrils. She moaned, the sound vibrating against his skin, before she opened her mouth, taking him in, her lips stretching around his girth.

“Fuck,” Walter hissed, his hips jerking forward, his cock hitting the back of her throat. “That’s it, darlin’… take it… take all of it…”

Marlene moaned around his cock, her hands gripping his thighs, her nails digging into his skin as she bobbed her head, taking him deeper, deeper, until her nose was pressed against his pubic hair, her throat constricting around him.

“Fuck, Marlene… you’re gonna make me cum,” Walter groaned, his hand tightening in her hair, holding her still as he fucked her mouth, his hips snapping forward, his cock pounding into her throat.

Marlene gagged, her eyes watering, but she didn’t pull away, her hands sliding around, cupping his ass, pulling him closer, encouraging him to fuck her mouth harder.

“You like that, huh?” Walter grunted, his voice strained, his cock throbbing in her mouth. “Like bein’ my little slut, takin’ my cock like a good girl?”

Marlene moaned, the vibration making Walter groan, his hips stuttering as he pulled out, his cock slipping from her lips with a wet pop.

“Enough,” he growled, his hands gripping her arms, pulling her up, spinning her around, bending her over the counter. “I wanna feel that pussy now.”

Marlene whimpered, her hands spreading out on the counter, her ass pushed back, offering herself to him. “Please, Walter… fuck me…”

Walter spat on his hand, rubbing the saliva over his cock, stroking himself as he lined up with her pussy. “You’re gonna take every inch, darlin’,” he muttered, his hand gripping her hip, his other hand sliding around, finding her clit, rubbing it in slow, firm circles.

“Yes,” Marlene sobbed, her head dropping forward, her breasts pressing against the counter as she felt the head of his cock pressing against her pussy lips.

Walter didn’t tease her. He didn’t go slow.

He slammed into her, his cock burying itself in her pussy in one brutal thrust, stretching her, filling her in a way she had never been filled before.

“FUCK!” Marlene screamed, her back arching, her nails scratching against the counter as she tried to adjust to the size of him, the burn, the ache, the pleasure of being so completely owned.

“That’s it, darlin’,” Walter groaned, his hips pulling back, slamming forward again, his cock pounding into her, his balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. “Take it… take my cock…”

“Oh god,” Marlene moaned, her pussy clenching around him, her juices dripping down her thighs, soaking his cock, making the sounds of their fucking wet, sloppy, obscene.

Walter growled, his hand sliding up her back, gripping her hair, pulling her head back as he fucked her harder, his cock pistoning in and out of her, his hips snapping against her ass, the sound of skin slapping skin filling the kitchen.

“You like that, slut?” he grunted, his voice rough, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “Like bein’ fucked like a whore?”

“Yes,” Marlene sobbed, her pussy clenching around him, her orgasm building, coiling tight in her belly. “I’m your whore, Walter… your slut… fuck me… fuck me harder…”

Walter obliged, his hand releasing her hair, sliding around, gripping her throat, pulling her up so her back was pressed against his chest, his cock still buried deep inside her. “You wanna cum, darlin’?” he muttered, his lips brushing her ear, his fingers tightening around her throat just enough to make her see stars.

“Yes,” Marlene whimpered, her hands gripping his wrist, not to pull him away, but to hold him there, to feel the pressure, the control, the dominance in his touch.

“Then cum for me,” Walter ordered, his fingers releasing her throat, sliding down, finding her clit, rubbing it in fast, rough circles as he fucked her, his cock pounding into her, his balls slapping against her ass.

Marlene screamed, her orgasm hitting her like a train, her pussy clenching around his cock, her juices gushing, soaking them both as she came, her body shuddering, her legs trembling.

“Fuck,” Walter groaned, his cock twitching inside her, his release building, coiling tight in his balls. “Gonna cum, darlin’… gonna fill this pussy up…”

“Do it,” Marlene moaned, her head falling back against his shoulder, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “Cum in me, Walter… fill me up…”

Walter groaned, his hips stuttering, his cock buried deep as he came, his cum pulsing into her, filling her, marking her as his.

“Fuck,” he grunted, his body trembling as he emptied himself inside her, his cum dripping out of her, running down her thighs.

Marlene moaned, her pussy clenching around him, milking him, taking every last drop as she rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm.

For a moment, they stayed like that, breathing heavily, Walter’s cock still buried inside her, his arms wrapped around her, holding her up.

Then Walter chuckled, his lips brushing her ear. “Round one,” he muttered, his cock twitching inside her, already hardening again. “Think you can handle more, darlin’?”

Marlene laughed, the sound breathy, exhausted, but full of promise. “Try me, old man,” she challenged, her hips rolling back against him, her pussy clenching around his cock.

Walter groaned, his hands gripping her hips, lifting her up, turning her around, pressing her back against the counter. “You asked for it,” he growled, his cock sliding out of her, glistening with their combined juices.

Marlene bit her lip, her eyes darkening as she watched him, her hand sliding down, fingers teasing her clit, preparing herself for round two.

Walter didn’t waste time. He lifted her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, her arms around his neck as he carried her to the living room, laying her down on the couch, his body covering hers.

“Gonna fuck you till you can’t walk,” he promised, his cock lining up with her pussy again, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading her wide.

Marlene moaned, her back arching as he slammed into her again, his cock filling her, stretching her, owning her.

And this time, he didn’t stop.

The couch creaked beneath them, the fabric sticking to their sweat-slicked skin as Walter fucked her, his cock pounding into her, his balls slapping against her ass, the sound of their fucking loud, obscene, perfect.

Marlene moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she held on, her legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his ass, pulling him deeper, deeper.

“Fuck, Walter… you feel so good,” she whimpered, her pussy clenching around him, her juices dripping down her ass, soaking the couch beneath them.

Walter groaned, his hips snapping forward, his cock hitting that spot inside her that made her scream, his fingers digging into her thighs, leaving bruises.

“You like that, slut?” he grunted, his voice hoarse, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “Like bein’ fucked like a whore?”

“Yes,” Marlene sobbed, her head falling back, her breasts jiggling with every thrust, her nipples hard, aching. “I’m your whore, Walter… your slut… fuck me… fuck me harder…”

Walter obliged, his hand sliding up, gripping her throat, pulling her up so her back was arched, her breasts pressed against his chest, her lips crashing against his in a bruising kiss.

Marlene moaned into his mouth, her tongue dueling with his, her hands tangling in his beard, pulling him closer, needing more, needing everything.

Walter growled, his hand releasing her throat, sliding down, gripping her ass, lifting her up, changing the angle, making her scream as his cock hit that spot again and again.

“Oh god,” Marlene whimpered, her pussy clenching around him, her orgasm building, coiling tight in her belly. “I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum…”

“Cum for me,” Walter ordered, his voice rough, his cock pounding into her, his balls slapping against her ass. “Cum on my cock, darlin’…”

Marlene screamed, her orgasm hitting her like a wave, her pussy clenching around his cock, her juices gushing, soaking them both as she came, her body shuddering, her legs trembling.

Walter groaned, his cock twitching inside her, his release building, coiling tight in his balls. “Fuck,” he grunted, his hips stuttering, his cock buried deep as he came, his cum pulsing into her, filling her, marking her as his again.

Marlene moaned, her pussy clenching around him, milking him, taking every last drop as she rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm.

But Walter wasn’t done.

With a growl, he pulled out of her, his cock glistening with their combined cum, his hands gripping her hips, flipping her over, pressing her face into the couch, her ass up in the air.

“Round three,” he muttered, his fingers teasing her asshole, circling it, pressing against it.

Marlene whimpered, her body tensing, her hands gripping the couch cushions. “Walter…”

“Shh,” he soothed, his finger pressing inside her, stretching her, preparing her. “Gonna fuck this ass now, darlin’… gonna make you scream…”

Marlene moaned, her body relaxing, trusting him, wanting him, needing him.

Walter spat on his hand, rubbing the saliva over his cock, stroking himself as he lined up with her asshole.

Then he pushed inside.

Marlene screamed, her body tensing, her nails digging into the couch as she felt the burn, the stretch, the ache of being taken in a way she had never been taken before.

“Fuck,” Walter groaned, his hands gripping her hips, holding her still as he pushed deeper, deeper, until his cock was buried to the hilt in her ass.

“You okay, darlin’?” he muttered, his voice strained, his cock throbbing inside her.

Marlene nodded, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “Yes… fuck me… fuck my ass…”

Walter groaned, his hips pulling back, slamming forward, his cock pounding into her ass, his balls slapping against her pussy.

“Fuck, Marlene… you’re so tight,” he grunted, his voice hoarse, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. “Gonna cum… gonna cum in this ass…”

Marlene moaned, her hand sliding down, fingers teasing her clit, rubbing it in fast, rough circles as Walter fucked her ass, his cock pounding into her, his balls slapping against her pussy.

“Cum for me,” Walter ordered, his voice rough, his cock twitching inside her. “Cum while I fuck your ass…”

Marlene screamed, her orgasm hitting her like a train, her pussy clenching around nothing, her ass clenching around his cock, her juices gushing, soaking the couch beneath them as she came, her body shuddering, her legs trembling.

Walter groaned, his cock twitching, his release building, coiling tight in his balls before he came, his cum pulsing into her ass, filling her, marking her as his in every way possible.

For a moment, they stayed like that, breathing heavily, Walter’s cock still buried in her ass, his arms wrapped around her, holding her up.

Then Walter chuckled, his lips brushing her ear. “Think you can handle one more, darlin’?” he muttered, his cock twitching inside her, already hardening again.

Marlene laughed, the sound breathy, exhausted, but full of promise. “Bring it on, old man,” she challenged, her hips rolling back against him, her ass clenching around his cock.

Walter groaned, his hands gripping her hips, lifting her up, turning her around, pressing her back against the wall, her legs wrapped around his waist.

“Last round,” he promised, his cock lining up with her pussy again, his hands gripping her thighs, spreading her wide.

Marlene moaned, her back arching as he slammed into her one final time, his cock filling her, stretching her, owning her in a way no man ever had.

And this time, when they came, it was together, their bodies shuddering, their screams mixing, their cum dripping down her thighs, marking them both as one.

The sun had long since set by the time they collapsed onto the couch, their bodies slick with sweat, their breath coming in ragged gasps.

Walter pulled Marlene against him, his arm wrapped around her, his fingers trailing lazily over her skin, his cock softening inside her.

Marlene sighed, her head resting on his chest, her fingers tracing the lines of his tattoos, the scars that mapped his skin.

“You’re somethin’ else, darlin’,” Walter muttered, his lips brushing her forehead.

Marlene smirked, her hand sliding down, cupping his cock, feeling it twitch beneath her touch.

“And you’re not so bad for an old man,” she teased, her voice soft, her eyes darkening as she felt him harden again.

Walter chuckled, his hand sliding down, gripping her ass, squeezing it.

“Guess we’re not done yet, huh?” he muttered, his cock already throbbing against her palm.

Marlene laughed, the sound warm, promising, as she rolled on top of him, her pussy sinking down onto his cock, her hands pressing against his chest as she began to ride him.

“Not even close,” she whispered, her hips rolling, her pussy clenching around him, her breasts jiggling with every movement.

And as the night wore on, their bodies moved together, again and again, lost in each other, lost in the pleasure, lost in the heat.