Karate Slut – Part 2 (Sex With My Virgin Grand Daughter)

The story continues from part one. Let’s continue.

“Minu, you weren’t supposed to come.”

All my life of fighting bad guys and saving my people didn’t prepare me for this. In the dark of the night, the person standing at the door was my granddaughter Meena.

As I said, she was not supposed to come. I had sent a detailed letter telling my son not to bring his wife and daughter to the village this year due to the bandits’ issue. These barbaric men didn’t just rob people of their items but also sexually abused defenseless women.

Despite my warning letter Minu was here, alone, in a condition that would scare anybody. My cute naive girl had her beautiful dress torn at places, from her arms, chest, belly, and thighs. There were scratch marks on her arms and legs. Meanwhile, her left breast and pussy were exposed.

There was no lingerie on her. Probably those fuckers took it as a souvenir. The moment was complete horror. I tried to control my emotions that were a mix of sorrow and rage. At that moment, she stood frozen in place, blankly staring at me. She was lost as if sleepwalking.

I gently held her by her shoulders. I called her again. This time more softly with tears in my eyes, “Minu.”

Suddenly as if the ice melted, she fell into my arms while bursting into tears. As I hugged her tight, my hands accidentally touched her bare exposed bum. Quickly I moved them to her back. Pulling her inside, I closed the door behind her.

I carried her and made her sit on a soft chair. She was crying incessantly while looking down. She wasn’t making eye contact. How could she?

I went on my knees to look at her face. Fortunately, her face was unscarred. Placing my one comforting hand on her thigh and another gently caressing her face, I asked, “Tell me, Minu. What happened?”

I accidentally caught a glimpse of her bare pussy. “Now is not the time, you fucking pervert.” I cursed myself.

She didn’t say anything. She just cried. That very instant, I got the same feeling I had when I was comforting my virgin wife Abha When she was running from her parents’ killers in the forest. You know how I comforted Abha. I can’t do the same in the case of my granddaughter Minu.

She didn’t say anything, but I got the gist of what happened. Just the thought of it was making me angrier with every passing moment. “If only those fucking coward villagers had decided to fight back as I suggested. This wouldn’t have happened to my poor Minu.”

I was angry and wanted to do a lot of things. But that wasn’t the time for revenge. Since she had arrived alone at my doorstep, I had to take care of her. I was not worried about my son and my daughter-in-law. I knew that those coward bandits weren’t capable of killing.

Also, last time Minu visited me. She said that she would be old enough to travel alone next year. Probably that is what must have happened. Actually, that is what happened, which I learned the next day.

Minu continued to cry. Her condition was making me cry as well. I was unable to understand what to do next. “I have to be strong. I need to be strong for her.”

I walked to her and made her stand. I spoke in a firm voice, “Stop crying, Meena Murli. You are no longer a defenseless child. You are a strong, capable woman.”

I said while wiping her tears. “Let’s get you out of your clothes, shall we?”

I went to the door to get her bag. There wasn’t any. Fortunately, Minu had left a couple of clothes from her previous visit. She has grown since last year, but hopefully, they will fit. Taking a white nightdress and a towel, I carried her to the bathroom.

Letting her stand, I hung her clean clothes on a hook. I readied a bucket with water, a mug, and a soap. Then I walked out to close the door. Meanwhile, Minu was still standing in the place I left her blankly, staring at the wall.

I waited outside for her to be done with the bath. I waited, but I heard no sound of water. I called her a couple of times, but she didn’t respond. I didn’t want to, but I had to walk in. There I saw her holding my shaving blade in her hand.

“Minu! What are you doing!” I yelled, taking the blade from her. I made her look at me and said, “Don’t even think about that, okay. Don’t even….”

I knew that from this point, I couldn’t leave her unattended. “I have to clean her myself.”

So with her permission, I did everything step by step. “Now, I am removing your clothes. Okay, Minu?”

It was not a hard task. There were barely any clothes on her. What remained were in shreds. Disgusted, I removed and threw them in one corner. Once she was completely nude, I made her sit on a small stool. Then using a sponge, I slowly lathered her body with soap – first her face, then her arms.

Upon close examination, I was relieved to see that the scars weren’t deep. Once done with her arms, I lathered her shoulders with soap. Although I didn’t want to, I knew I would have to touch her breasts. They were round, mature, jiggly, and big for a girl of her age.

Her nipples were brown, pointy, and erect at that moment. I was getting aroused like some college boy seeing breasts for the first time. “This is not right,” I said to myself, shaking my head. Instead, I went around announcing, “Now I am cleaning your back.”

Moving her hair to the side, I started from the neck and cleaned her from top to bottom. Despite her condition, I could still smell the fragrance of the perfume she had put on. My hand got lower and lower but stopped just a few inches shy of her exposed butt pressed on the stool.

I shouldn’t say this, but I was a tiny bit aroused seeing her naked body. I couldn’t believe that Minu had grown into a woman just like her grandmother in one year. The resemblance was uncanny.

Meena was born two years after the death of my wife. Then, I jokingly said, “My wife has returned as my granddaughter.”

It was a joke, but now I am shocked.

A recent trip down memory lane made it easy to compare the same eyes, nose, lips. Even her breasts were identical in shape to Abha’s when she was of Minu’s age. The only difference was her fairer skin which she took from her mother, a Kashmiri. It only made her brown nipples prominent and more appealing.

As I delicately cleaned her breasts, I got the same feeling I got many decades ago during my first night with innocent Abha. That beautiful night when we had sex in the forest. Thankfully I was wearing a long robe because underneath was a raging boner out of my control.

Further, my not ejaculating during my previous fantasy session only encouraged the erection.

“I am going for your legs, okay?”

I then lathered soap on her legs, from thigh to foot, one at a time. I was fast approaching the most sensitive area. Just the thought of it was making me sweat. Still, I knew I had to do it. Gently spreading her legs, I set my eyes on her bare hairless pussy.

I have stared at my wife’s pussy so often that I swear Minu’s was identical to Abha’s. The shape of the area, folds of the lips, and the neat hairlessness of the entire thing.

I didn’t have the courage to announce, “Now I will touch your pussy, okay?”

Without saying anything, I initiated a gentle rub. I didn’t touch her pussy for longer than two seconds. Quickly I got up to pour water on her. While doing that, a sudden thought hit me,

“If some barbaric dacoit has done that evil deed with my little Minu, it means he might have ejaculated inside her pussy.”

I feared the worst-case scenario. “I hope not, but…” it meant that I had to check.

My hands shivered as I bent to face her pussy yet again. First, I gently pressed my finger against her pussy lips. Then slowly, I made my way into the opening. I wasn’t staring at her pussy while doing it. Also, I couldn’t dare to look at her face.

Shoving my finger as deep as it could go, I tried pulling all the stuff out. To my luck, it was clean. I thanked God, thinking, “At least those demons had the decency not to impregnate her.”

A week later, I would come to know that it was not that time of her month to get pregnant.

I still wanted to be sure. So this time, I stuck two fingers instead of one. My fingers were deep inside my granddaughter’s pussy. I don’t know why I had the urge to move them in and out like a fucking penis.

Probably because I did the same to my wife’s not-virgin-anymore pussy during our suhaagraat in the forest. In the name of ‘Lovemaking process.’

The moment I did the movement, suddenly Minu reacted as she kicked me on the floor. I fell hard, and at that moment, my erect dick was exposed to her. Immediately with disgust, she stood up and turned around, facing her bare bum towards me.

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” I said while getting up. I apologized while holding her by her shoulders, but she wouldn’t let me. So instead, I used the towel to cover her body. I gently tucked the towel that covered her delicates. Then I walked her out of the bathroom.

I made her sit on the bed. “I don’t have many options, so I hope this fits,” I said, keeping her dress next to her.

Then I went to dispose of the torn clothes. Carrying them to the roofless, open backyard, I pour kerosene. “I don’t want anything to remind my poor little Minu what happened tonight.”

Lighting the fire, I watched them burn to ash. While watching the fire, I replayed the recent moments I had with Minu. That’s when a thought occurred to me,

“Sex is a very important aspect of a living person’s life. Unfortunately, Minu’s first experience with sex was so horrific that she might be disgusted for life. I fear for her. I fear for her married life,” I said, staring at the fire.

This is not some hypothetical scenario I am imagining. I have seen this happen in front of my eyes to so many victims in the last three months. I wanted to fix this bandits problem, but the villagers wouldn’t listen. Their exact words were, “You might be old enough to die fighting for no reason, but we are not.”

Seeing what happened to those victims, I wouldn’t wish such an ill fate on my enemies, let alone my people. Yet what has happened despite my warning letter.

“I need to fix this.”

“But how?” I asked myself.

I knew how but I wished there was an alternative. Staring into that, fire I remembered all the quality time I spent with my little Minu in the past years when she had come to visit.

The flashback started from the newborn Minu as she grew up with every passing year, to the present when I watched her in that horrific condition at my door. The final memory was of Minu holding my razor blade in her hand,

“Minu!”

I shouted as I rushed inside. Fortunately, she did nothing to harm her. She was simply sitting with that towel wrapped around her recently cleaned body.

I knew what I had to do. I didn’t have the courage to initiate. So instead, I paced back and forth in the bedroom in front of her. While planning out what to do next, I heard the first words in her sweet soothing voice.

“What is it, Appa? You look worried,” she said, looking at me.

Appa is what she calls me as I call her Minu. All of a sudden, Minu seemed normal now. Probably she saw me burning her torn clothes through the window.

“Minu.” I went to her and hugged her tight, “Please don’t ever not talk to me again.”

The way we were positioned, her hands were wrapped around my hip while my now soft penis was pressed against her breast. She had bent forward to hug me. As I looked down, I could see her deep cleavage through the towel.

This was getting me excited. Before I could get a full-blown erection, I unwrapped her hands and took a few steps back. Then I bent low to talk to her.

Me: Are you okay, Minu?

Meena: Not entirely, but better.

Me: Why did you come alone? What happened out there?

Meena: It was very scary, Appa. It was dark so I didn’t see much, but I felt everything. Everything!

She cried as a tear oozed out of her eye and rolled down her cheek. I quickly wiped it.

Me: No more crying, okay. Forget whatever happened. You are a strong girl. You are my Minu.

Meena: Yes. (taking a deep breath) I will forget. I have to forget because nobody can know what happened. Nobody in the world, not even my parents, should know about this.

Meena was disturbed by the trauma of the recent past. But more so was worried about how her parents would react and how the world would treat her if they learned that she was sexually abused. Hence, she was relieved when I burned the only evidence of that event. I simply agreed.

Me: Okay.

I said, gently rubbing her thighs. As I did that, the towel wrapped around her hip parted to the side, exposing her fair skin. Now, this position wasn’t comfortable either. Her bare pussy was just sitting exposed in front of me.

Meena: I will forget, but I will never have sex ever again.

“How can you say that….” I said, standing up with shock. Although she was better than before, I couldn’t set her mind to live a sexless life. “… you can’t do that.”

“Wait… How do you know about sex?” I asked in a serious tone.

“Appa. I’m nineteen. I have been to school. They teach us that now.”

“About sex?”

“Yes.”

I was shocked to see how open our educational system has become. “They talk about sex at school now.” I chuckled, remembering my wife, who was the same age as Meena was now, when she said, “I don’t know what ‘love making’ means.”

“Still, I will never have sex again.” She spoke casually but in a determined voice.

I took a step back. I shut my eyes to remember all the lovely moments I had while having sex. Remembering all the pleasure, I spoke with a wide smile.

“Sex isn’t just something we have to do. Sex is necessary for a happier life. The pleasure one feels when naked bodies touch so intimately is unlike any other. Once you experience that beautiful moment, you can’t turn back. You shouldn’t. Losing virginity is the happiest moment of one’s life.”

“Not to me. Also, I’ve heard my biology teacher repeat over and over again that sex is a very painful act.”

I got so carried away with my thoughts that I didn’t consider Meena’s situation. Her experience of losing virginity was bad. “This can’t be her first memory of sex. It has to change. It has to change!”

I said as I rushed and sat next to her on the bed. Suddenly I got a feeling of sitting on hollow wood. That’s when it struck me, “The secret compartment.”

Me: You think sex is a painful act, right?

Meena: Yes.

Me: What if I show you that proves otherwise?

Meena: Let me see.

Me: Quick. Stand up!

I made her lift the bed as I opened a secret compartment to take out the most prized possession of mine – a photo book. As we sat again, I kept this book on her lap. Before she opened it, I kept my hand on it and said.

Me: Promise me you won’t talk about this to anyone. Not even to your parents.

She nodded in agreement. Once I allowed her, she turned the cover to see the first picture. It was of two youngsters naked in a forest, kissing. Their bodies were pressed against each other as if one.

Looking at it and then at me, she spoke with excitement, “Is that you, Appa?”

“Yes.” I smiled, “And that’s your Amma.”

As pages turned, Minu saw more of her naked grandparents. Thankfully she was not disgusted. Why would she? In those photos, we were in our prime shape and beautiful. We were very creative when taking our photos in various sexual positions.

The photos weren’t just of our time in the jungle. These were a series of naked pictures we took of ours throughout the ages. With time, the camera technology changed as the picture quality got better.

The final photo was taken on Abha’s 40th birthday. That’s when she said, “I’m getting too old to pose for nude photos.”

“I’ll still love to see you as you love me.” I tried to convince her several times, but she didn’t let me.

Watching Meena’s excitement, I made her look and me and say, “Look at your Amma’s smile. Now, do you think sex is painful?”

“No!” she cheered.

It was strange how Meena had completely forgotten that traumatic memory. As a matter of fact, she also forgot that in the excitement of watching photos, she dropped her towel a while back and was sitting naked in front of me.

The only thing hiding her pussy from me was the photo book. “It’s only fair. Since I showed her naked me, she is showing me her naked self.”

I don’t know when, but I stopped looking at my photos and started staring at Minu’s breasts.

Despite reaching the end, Meena had no intention to stop. She kept on looking through the photos and stopped, especially where my dick was prominently visible.

“Wow! Appa, you look so young,” she said casually, slapping her palm on my lap. Accidentally though, she missed the mark, and instead, her palm landed on my raging boner. She quickly took her hand back as I got up.

Watching her, I could see that her pussy was getting wet. Unknowingly she had stained the bed sheet she was sitting on. Clearly, the pleasure of sexual desire was surfacing in Minu. I couldn’t let this opportunity go to waste. I had to convince her to take back her words of not having sex ever again.

Me: Are you now convinced that sex is good? That sex is something one should not give up after one bad experience.

She gave me a mischievously seductive look – something she copied from one of the photos of her grandmother. She was maintaining strong eye contact, she said, “I have seen it but not felt it yet.”

Me: You will, soon.

Meena: When?

Me: Once you are married.

“Married!” she got annoyed. Putting the book to the side, she got up and walked towards me. I moved back until I hit the wall. Meena came very close to me. Looking at me, she spoke, “Amma experienced it when she was nineteen. I’m nineteen. Shouldn’t I experience the pleasures of sex now?”

She gently placed her hands on me. She moved her palm as if she was trying to locate my dick under the robe. I never saw this naughty side of Meena before. She was shamelessly standing naked in front of her grandfather.

Clearly, her school didn’t teach her that sex between blood relatives is called incest and incest is taboo. At that moment, I even doubted if she lost her virginity to one of those bandits. To clarify, later, I learned that she lost her virginity in that horrible way.

But it is also true that Meena was infamous in her junior college. Teasing boys by shamelessly kissing them, getting them aroused, and leaving their erect dicks hanging, unsatisfied. She took pride in saying that she made many nerdy boys stain their pants in the class by inappropriately touching them in public.

I shouldn’t say this, but probably it was her karma that punished her in this horrible way. Whatever the case, Meena was recovering from the trauma at a surprising rate. Her slutty side was slowly returning as she slipped her hand inside my robe and got hold of my dick.

At that moment, my dick had gone soft out of fear. But then she squeezed it, making it grow rock hard instantly. Meena might have taken the looks from her Amma, but she took her perverted nature from her Appa. It was only fitting that I should fuck her, if not her first, then at least the first time the right way.

Immediately I disrobed, showing off my naked self to her. She mischievously bit her lip. Then she made a pout asking me for a kiss. She was at least a foot shorter than me. So I picked her up and placed her on the table.

Then pressing my dick against her belly, we kissed. Despite me being an old experienced guy, Meena was teaching me the pleasures of a passionate liplock. She moved her legs wide, making my dick land on the heavenly gates of her pussy.

It’s almost as if she was forcing my dick in without letting me know it. The things these kids know these days are just amazing. She stroked my cock while we continued to kiss. Pulling her lips apart for a moment, she spoke, “You are still young down here.”

“Let’s get a bit comfortable,” I said, carrying her to the bed.

After gently placing her, I went on top. From her lips, I moved to kiss her neck. At that moment, my hesitation to commit incest was overpowered by my insatiable thirst to feel the body of my wife reborn.

From that point, I did everything to my beloved Minu that I did to my wife. Down from the neck, I started kissing her breasts while I squeezed them together with my hands. She reacted to my with every touch with soft moans. I sucked on her tits until both her nipples were hard.

Sensing that I was breasts obsessed, Meena pushed my bald head to go further down. Going with the flow, I dug my tongue deep in her belly button.

She giggled, saying, “It tickles.”

Moving on, I had reached the spot. I spread her pussy wide open to look deep. Then using my two fingers, I shoved them in.

“Ah, Appa! You are so naughty,” she moaned.

“Not Appa,” I said, looking at her. “Call me Janardhan or Janu.”

Janu is what my wife used to call me whenever we had sex. At that moment, I wanted to experience having sex with my wife, not with my granddaughter. She plainly obliged.

“Ah, Janu! I want something big. Why don’t you use your dick instead?”

I stopped and went up, looking angrily, “Is this the way to talk to your grandfather?”

“No…” she replied seductively, “But those grandfathers usually don’t fuck their granddaughters.”

To Be Cunt-i-nude

What do you think? Will Janardhan fuck his granddaughter? Is Meena’s grandad a bull? The story will continue in the next part. Till then, tell me what you think about the story so far via email at [email protected] or in the comments below.