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Anal Sex with my Girlfriend’s Anorexic GranddI had been dating my girlfriend for a decade. We met when I was 40 and she was 55. A notable age difference but we had had an instant attraction at first glance. She was a well-kept woman of Hispanic descent with a gorgeous face with full, plush lips, still pert, uplifting tits and an ass that you could bounce a quarter off of. On our very first date I had sodomized her tight, well-oiled asshole for hours thanks to a little blue pill. I have been gaping that elastic hole daily to the size of a golf ball ever since then such is her insatiable appetite for unnatural sex. She actually prefers it in the ass.I had met Rosa when I was an assistant professor in the Anthropology Department at the local community college. At 55 she was the chair of the department. Although somewhat scandalous, we moved in together only six months after first meeting. Although, the story described above, took place literally two days after we met after a department cocktail party. Such was our instant a****l attraction towards one another.Prior to moving in with Rosa she had made me understand that her grand daughter Lupe came with the territory. Apparently Lupe’s parents had died in a tragic car accident when she was just two. Lupe was eight when I first met her and a miniature, dead ringer for her grandmother. You could tell she was going to drive men crazy when she became a woman. And I suspected the boys were already in a lather. She had her Nana’s bubbly personality and we got along great from the start. So well so that she was soon affectionately calling me grand daddy and rubbing up against me for a hug at every opportune moment. I began to sense that she had definitely inherited her Nana’s insatiable sexual drive. We all settled in together and became a very happy family for those first four years. However, when Lupe was twelve she became overly self-conscious at the bit of weight she gained as she approached her teens. Both her Grammy and I had assured her she was just developing from a girl to a woman and that there is always a little bit of weight gain. And by developed I mean she had already developed carbon copied tits of her Nana and acquired the same tight, yet bubbly butt Hispanic women are famous for everywhere. But to her, she still felt like she looked fat. Her Nana and I hoped it was just a phase. However, only weeks later one of the “it” girls at school called her fat as they changed in the locker room. She had come home in tears and became withdrawn soon afterwards. Those spiteful words started a downward spiral. Soon Lupe had not only lost the extra weight but was beginning to look gaunt and it became obviously she was secretly purging. We were both very concerned, yet, once an anorexic perceives themselves as “always” fat no matter the diminished weight, it is difficult to monitor their every waking moment to ensure their meals actually come out the proper end. As the years passed she became more stick-like. Her once pert, tennis ball-sized tits had withered to mere Mosquoito bites and her once tight yet supple ass cheeks were about the size of two g**** fruits. Arrested development was clearly the ongoing stage. Of course, as she withered away, she was teased mercilessly by both girls and boys alike and her High School years became increasingly sheltered behind closed doors and in the comfort of our home.By eighteen, Lupe had never dated because of her affliction. Her Nana had confided to me that she hadn’t even kissed a boy. She also confided to me that in place of a boyfriend Lupe had been using her toys! She first caught her when she was thirteen having come home early from campus to find Lupe bobbing up against a fair-sized dildo she had stuck to the wall with duct tape. A year later, under similar circumstances, her mom opened her bedroom door to find her tugging large anal beads out of her ass. Of course, each incident was fraught with initial embarrassment followed by “the talk” only a granddaughter and grandmother could have about such a subject matter. Bottom line is that I was right years ago when Lupe would rub burdur rus escort up against me that just like grammy she was a nympho .Weeks after Lupe’s eighteenth birthday her grammy accepted a summer long study of the Australian Aboriginals. Thus, the task of combating Lupe’s anorexia that summer fell on me. I told Rosa I would do my best to monitor her eating. The last night before heading to Australia Rosa and I had the usual debauched sex with an extra furious ass fucking. I shot three creamy nuts deep in her anal abyss as a a parting gift. Afterwards, the pillow talk began to swing in an odd twist as we talked about Lupe. Rosa had dropped a bombshell. She wanted me to offer my cock to her grand daughter as an incentive to finish every meal and to spend at least 2 to 3 hours having sex so at least some of the food was digested before the inevitable purge. I was flabbergasted at what I had just heard. But before I could respond, Rosa broke down crying and pleading with me to at least try. She was at wits end. I wiped the tears off her cheeks and whispered in her ear that I would do my best. To offer her grand daughter to me was in a way the most loving thing Rosa would ever do for Lupe as time would tell.Days after Rosa left I was still mustering the courage to approach Lupe for sex. I really had thought of her over the years as an innocent grand daughter and not as a predatory sexual conquest. Yet, my cock was simply too horny not to be serviced on a daily basis with a moist mouth, pussy and asshole that I had grown so accustom to plundering. I went to bed that night sure of my intentions in the morning. At around 2:00 AM that night I awoke with indigestion. I usually take care of it with a warm glass of milk. I went down stairs in the dark and was about to turn on the kitchen light when I noticed the light on in the bathroom adjacent to Lupe’s room. I assumed she had absentmindedly left it on so I walked down the hallway to find the door was ajar about six inches and that’s where I stopped dead in my tracks with my mouth agape. Lupe was on all fours with her miniature ass pointed directly at my gaze with her head in the toilet. After all these years this was the first time I actually witnessed her purging. Yet, instead of busting in to confront her my eyes could not leave her ass. She was wearing a thong that barely covered her pussy lips and just covered her anal slit. Everything else was on full display: her skeletal lower back, stick legs, g**** fruit sized ass cheeks, puffy, tiny mons pubis and last but certainly not least, the dark chocolate skin pigmentation that made up her asshole’s webbing. To add to my shock, it was apparent from the glistening ring of oil that encircled her anus that she had had one of grammy’s dildos or set of anal beads up there recently. My mind began to wonder and my cock began to swell as I thought about sneaking in to silently get down on all fours to press my lips to her dark, oiled anus. But, at that very moment she started puking heavily and I obviously decided against it. I quickly slunk back into the darkness of the hall and silently went upstairs. Oh well…so much for the warm milk.The next morning I set my plan in action. I got down to the kitchen before she awoke and started cooking some bacon and making oatmeal. To me, bacon and oatmeal are rib stickers that would help her put some weight on. Along, more importantly, with my mature cock. As the bacon cooked I pounded on her door for her to get up, shower and get ready for breakfast. About five minutes later I heard her shuffle into the bathroom and the shower went on. Impulsively, part of me wanted to go to her now and lather up her backside and take her two immature holes from behind with my eager cock. But, that would be in violation of my Rosa’s request to provide her grand daughter with the incentive to eat first and foremost. Still. the thought made my cock stir.Fifteen minutes later she came into the kitchen with her usual frumpy wardrobe on comprised of a long tee shirt and a pair of sweats to cover her emaciated frame. burdur rus escort bayan Only her tiny arms and gaunt face indicated her frail physicality. If my plan came to fruition her long transition to gaining and holding weight would start within minutes with her barely legal lips pursed around my thick.As she sat down to the small bowl of oatmeal and two meager strips of bacon the typical ritual of merely picking at and nibbling on her food began. As she picked at her oatmeal with her spoon I sat on the opposite side of the table and began to re-tell the conversation I had with her Nana the night prior to her leaving for Australia. I told Lupe how her grammy had cried about Lupe’s condition and came up with a last ditch plan to save her from a probable early death. When Lupe looked across the table her eyes seemed to cry for help too. Then it just ran out of my mouth that Nana wanted me to coax her into having sex with me as an incentive to eat. Before her mind could wrap around that thought I quickly stood up and pulled my pajamas down to expose my notably thick cock. I had taken 100 mg’s of viagra an hour prior so that Lupe was gazing upon it in its full, erect glory. It was literally twitching and oozing pre-cum in hopeful anticipation of her virginal mouth. Her lower jaw dropped and her eyes grew to the size of saucers as she gazed at it almost as in a d**gged stupor. Her head actually started to move back in forth much like a cobra as it eyed its quarry. I slowly stroked the shaft up and down with my left hand just a table’s length away from her little mouth. Finally, in a husky voice I told her that it was hers to eat but only if she finished her breakfast first. And that sex would from now on be triggered by eating first and being closely monitored afterwards to ensure she wouldn’t purge. With that, I tucked it back in my jammies and sat down again. My jaw dropped as she now attacked the oatmeal and bacon as if she hadn’t eaten for a week. She finished her breakfast in a record time of less than a minute and before I knew it she had crawled underneath the table and had literally yanked my pajamas off down to my ankles to again expose my turgid cockmeat. Her little hands wrapped around my shaft, yet a third of my cock was still exposed with my purple helmet pulsating with pure carnal lust.. She started to cry as she stroked it and I began to reach down to pull my pajamas up thinking this was too cathartic for her. But, she aggressively slapped my hands away and said they were tears of joy, and like her grammy, she too had fallen in love with me long ago. Without another word she attacked my cock with her curious mouth and to my amazement in quick time my entire 8-inch shaft was down her throat. I now realized that her secret practice with Nana’s dildos over the years coupled with absolutely no gag reflex due to her fist down her throat after meals made Lupe instantly a better cock sucker than her gifted grandmother. The seemingly innate ability to take every inch of my cock down her teen throat accompanied by sincere, involuntary moans of delight proved too much to me after a couple of minutes and I just started to send rope after rope of cum down her insatiable throat. Never once during that 15 second hosing did her lips leave the base of my cock. Finally, she slowly pulled her lips tightly off my cock to ensure she got every last drop of my mature sperm in her tummy. She then even squeezed the head of my cock and sure enough some residual cum oozed out to be quickly lapped up by her flickering tongue. Much to Lupe’s utter disappointment and consternation I pushed the chair back and pulled my jammies back up and tied them. She looked like she was going to cry again and I assured her we would be having progressively raunchy sex for the rest of the day and for that matter, the rest of the summer. But, there had to be quid pro quo: eating well and not purging in exchange for a heavy dose of my cock. To prove to her I was sincere I walked over to the pantry and pulled out a protein bar. I placed it on the counter rus escort burdur and looked over at the clock. It was now 8AM. I told her if she ate the entire protein bar at 10AM as a mid-morning snack, I would proceed to walk her over to the ottoman in the living room, have her get on all fours with her ass pointed at the ceiling and pull her sweats down to make out exclusively with her anus for 15 minutes . I’ve never seen Lupe move with more alacrity as she grabbed the protein bar off the counter, tore through the wrapper and literally stuffed the entire bar in her mouth. After quite a bit of chewing and giggling, which by the way felt good to hear, she opened her mouth to show me she indeed had eaten the bar and then proceeded to grab me by my hand and guide me to the living room where she got down on all fours on the ottoman and arched her miniature ass in the air. Normally her sweat pants hung loosely over her emaciated ass rendering it virtually invisible. But now, with it arched high in the air the outline of that magnificent little ass was clearly visible. I got down on my knees directly behind her and slowly pulled her sweats down just exposing her tiny ass cheeks. Again, another micro thong nestled between those g**** fruits. I just stared for a minute or two a foot away marveling at her miniature masterpiece. And by miniature I mean the next day I actually pulled out a tape measure to measure it and it only measured an astounding nine inches in width. Each cheek was truly the size of a g**** fruit. And when I peeled her thong off at an antagonizing slow pace for her liking, again I stared in wide wonder for another minute or two at her exceedingly undeveloped pussy and anus. The next day I had measured them too and her cunt was a vertical inch. And her anal slit less than a 1/4 inch! The dark chocolate pigmentation that made up her anal webbing was about the size of a dime. I pondered incredulously at the story Rosa had told me of catching Lupe at the tender age of thirteen pulling golf ball sized anal beads out of her ass. It seemed too impossible based on the miniature bronzed slit that was now beginning to pucker and wink at me in anticipation of our first anal kiss. I didn’t even bother asking her when she started to practice puckering her asshole with such deft skill such was its quivering allure. I glided both of my hands on her ass cheeks covering each cheek with my big hands and the spread them slightly to better observe that puckering volcano. I then leaned in to press my nostrils up against it. They began to involuntarily flare at the unique, musky scent that emanated from this rarely used exit. I complemented her on her scent and then asked her to pucker it again and with that my lips puckered too to greet her extended asshole. It was a delicious kiss since both of us let out guttural moans upon my lips release. I teased her mercilessly for the first 10 minutes by delicately kissing just the puckered end of her anus with no tongue action. She was a good sport and puckered it each time but when I told her only 5 minutes remained of the promised 15 minutes she demanded petulantly to start French kissing her on her asshole. My grand daughter was a freak. To entice me, she gaped it all by itself to the size of a nickel. Her cheeks were so underdeveloped that that the nickel- sized gape appeared to look the size of a half-dollar piece. I passed my arms between her inner thighs and reached around to grab her ass cheeks with my muscular, big hands. My hands covered the entire area of each cheek. Again…g****fruits. My eager and hungry tongue disappeared as far as it could in her gaped abyss. Again, since food had always come out the other end her anal canal was absolutely fresh and delicious. The French kissing became so passionate that I felt her spray my chin and neck with pussy juice. I pulled back briefly to watch her miniature cunt go through rapid convulsions of orgasmic bliss. Good thing too. The 15 minutes had ended. I playfully slapped her on her ass and told her to pull her sweats back up. I also told her I was looking forward to an after lunch, half-hour long 69 session. She giggled and asked what was for dessert after dinner. I told her if she cleaned her plate not only would I fuck her virginal pussy but that I would also sodomize her asshole. She let out a sigh, knowing that her cherries wouldn’t be popped for at least another 12 hours….to be continued.

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