CrazyDad3D - Daddy Crazy Desire.pdf (2025)

The old man shuffled into his living room, his wrinkled face hunched over a walking stick. At 68 years young, retirement should have brought him rest and relaxation. Instead, it had filled his days with a relentless yearning. For his young granddaughter Lily, James harbored shameful desires that gnawed at his soul.

Upon seeing James enter, Lily looked up from her laptop. "Grandpa! I didn't hear you come in. How was your doctor's appointment?" Her voice was sweet as honey.

"Oh, fine, fine," James grumbled. "Just the usual creaking joints and aches. Getting old is a sorry business."

Lily smiled warmly. "Well, you're still handsome as ever! I'm sure the girls are lining up around the block."

James barked out a laugh. If only she knew how true her jests rung. Her young, nubile body was a siren song to his withered loins. He longed to reach out and grope her ripe breasts. To shove his gnarled fingers into her tight, virgin holes and make her wail.

"Ha! If only I was 50 years younger, eh?" He winked roguishly.

"You're still a stud, Grandpa. I bet you were quite the ladies' man back in the day." She winked back flirtatiously.

Oh, to defile her... He could see it now in lurid detail - tearing off her flimsy sundress, exposing her creamy skin. Her pink nipples like ripe berries begging to be sucked. Spreading her thighs, revealing her glistening slit, untouched by any man. Plunging his throbbing cock into her...

"Grandpa? Are you okay? You look a bit feverish." Lily's voice startled him from his lustful fantasy. He coughed, wiping sweat from his brow.

"I'm fine, my dear. Just these awful hot flashes, you know." James shifted on the couch, his cock straining against his slacks. "In fact, I think I'll rest for a spell. Wake me when dinner's ready?"

"Of course, Grandpa. I'm making your favorite - roast beef and mashed potatoes."

"Ah, heavenly angel, you spoil me so." James heaved himself up, then hobbled to his room. After shutting the door, he unzipped his pants with a groan, freeing his engorged member. He stroked the veiny shaft, savoring the forbidden thrill of imagining it violating his granddaughter's underage body. Soon, very soon... He would have his wicked way with her.

That night, James crept to Lily's room, his penis already stiff and leaking. The girl slept in the moonlight, a vision of innocence and beauty. He drank in the sight of her, aching to despoil her.

Lily stirred as he loomed over the bed. Her eyes fluttered open. "Grandpa? What's wrong?"

"Shhh, sweet thing. Grandpa's here now." He climbed atop her, his gnarled hands roaming her slim body through the nightshirt. "I've wanted you so badly, my pet. Knew you were meant for me."

"Mmph! What are you doing? Stop!" She squirmed beneath him but he pinned her wrists.

"You don't really want me to stop, do you Lily? I've seen the way you look at Grandpa..." He ripped the flimsy garment from her body, baring her budding breasts and tight cunny. His mouth watered. "Such a pristine flower. Grandpa's going to pluck your petals until you're a wilting, cum-drunk mess."

"NO! Get off me!" Lily thrashed and bucked but his weight easily subdued her. "HELP!"

James clamped a hand over her mouth. "Scream all you want, my dear. No one can hear." He shoved his tongue into her mouth, choking her with it. Her muffled protests vibrated his saliva-coated flesh.

He mounted her like a beast, tearing her virginity asunder. Her untouched walls clamped his throbbing shaft as he hammered her mercilessly. "Take Grandpa's cock, you little slut. Milk me dry."

Lily wept, shaking her head from side to side. But James drowned her sobs with his mouth, raping her with lips and tongue. His balls drew up as her hairless pussy squeezed him. With a roar, he emptied his seed into her formerly unsullied womb.

Collapsing atop her, he crooned, "Grandpa's seed will take root, my sweet. You'll birth my offspring, perpetuating my bloodline."

James awoke the next morning, his head pounding. Dried semen and blood stained the sheets. Lily was gone, her suitcase missing.

Police pounded on the door. "James Hendricks, open up! We have a warrant for your arrest!"

The old man smiled, stroking his morning wood. He would rot in prison, but it was worth deflowering that nymphet. Grandpa would see her again - at the trial. And he would smirk the whole time, knowing his tainted sperm quickened in her belly.