Incest stories: Grandpa’s Milk – Chapter 15
Rachel turned and looked and gasped, “Oh, Grandpa… May I ?!” She didn’t wait for an answer. She squatted down and impaled her face on my rock-hard boner. “Rachel! I don’t think…” I started, “M’mmm, Rachel…” “YEAH, Rachel,” Roxy cheered, “drink that milk!” She reached under her top and rubbed her gorgeous globes as she watched Rachel’s head ‘woodpeckering’ my crotch. Abby and Sarah had their hands down their pants and smiled while they watched. “Oh! Rachel!” I heard myself, “You’re—getting—good—M’MM—at that!!”
She held my cock tightly at the base and fucked it with her mouth- getting about three quarters of it down. I could feel my throbbing rod hitting the back of her mouth. She paused for a breath, “Come on, Grandpa! I NEED your milk!” she said, stroking my cock urgently. She dove right back down on me. I was in heaven! It only took a couple minutes for my prostate to finally respond, “OH, GOD, Rachel—here’s—your—milk! G’mmmmmm!” She backed off with just the head in her mouth and grabbed my shaft and stroked it madly as I shot blast after blast of hot jizz into her throat.
She gulped down the precious serum- not wasting a drop! As my orgasm subsided my knees felt weak and my head spun. I half stumbled backwards into the lone chair behind me in the dressing room. Rachel, like a baby on a teat, came with me. She wasn’t about to lose any of that magical boob-popping elixir! She sucked hard on the end of my cock and ran her thumb up my urethra- milking out any remnants.
She looked up at me and finally took her mouth off my cock and smiled, “Thank you, Grandpa! Now…” she stood up and whipped off her leggings, “it’s MY TURN!” She stepped forward and straddled my lap and sat down, grinning. She grabbed my flagging penis and stroked it back to life (another score for Cialis!), rose up and aimed my re-hardened member at her dripping love-hole.
She put her head back and closed her eyes, smiling as she slowly lowered herself onto my throbbing shaft. Her face changed to a frown of concentration as she willed her incredibly tight pussy to relax and accept my male intrusion. I could feel her cunt muscles on my cock relaxing and contracting as my boner slowly slid in.
She bent her head forward so she could watch the last inch disappear into her tiny snatch. She leaned forward and hugged me, “I love you, Grandpa!” she said and I could feel her intentionally tighten her pussy muscles around my hot hard-on, like her pussy was hugging my cock! Then she relaxed again, rocking her pelvis forward pushing another millimeter of cock into her already full love-tunnel. “M’mm, I just LOVE having your boner in me, Grandpa! I could sit all DAY with your boner up my pussy!” Her breaths got heavier and deeper. “But—H’mmm—h’mmm—my pussy is—h’mmm—ACHING!” She started rocking her pelvis back and forward- still hugging me. “I’m—so—h’mm—HORNY—h’mm—Grandpa!” She was panting now.
She continued to hug my chest but she started raising her hips off my lap and dropping back down and grinding her clit against my pubic bone. “Uh—uh—uh” she grunted each time my shaft stabbed her tight pussy. She was picking up the tempo and I could feel her body start to tense. “OH, GRANDPA!—OH!— G’hnnnnnnnnn!” She slammed her hips down and squeezed my torso flattening her bulbous boobies against my stomach.
Her whole body twitched and shook. Her cunt muscles rippled up and down my cock. If I hadn’t just emptied my balls in her mouth I’d be emptying them NOW! Her orgasm seemed to last forever but she finally started to relax. “Oh, Grandpa…” she finally spoke, “I love you so much! You give me absolutely the BEST twitchies, but…” she sat up rubbing her tits, “I hurt my boobies!” The other three giggled.
She slid back ‘til she sat on my knees. My drenched cock fell out of her with a ‘slurrp’ onto my thighs and left her vagina gaping open. They all stared at my cock, still in wonder as if it were the first time they saw it. “Hermie looks exhausted!” Sarah observed and she reached down to gently rub ‘him’. “Yeah, I replied, “he LOVES getting sucked and tight little girls’ pussy’s and squirting his milk with his twitchies but too much fun gets him tired…” As we all watched ‘he’ slowly shrunk to half his excited size.
“So let’s let Hermie rest,” I pulled my shorts leg down to cover ‘him’, “change back into your old clothes so we can buy these new ones. Then we’ll go to Kid’s Kastle!” I revelled in the beauty of the four nubile naked young preteens in various stages of development before me. Their giggling brought me out of my trance, “Graandpaa! It’s not polite to stare!” they all whispered in unison. “Oh yeah?!” I countered, “You guys were staring at Hermie!” “Yeah, but HE’S so CUTE…” Sarah reasoned and she reached up my shorts and gave him a squeeze.
I happened to glance (stare?) at Rachel’s vulva and something looked different. “Hey, baby girl, come here…” I said to her pussy. She came over smiling and stood in front of me as if for inspection. “What’s happening down here, missy!” I reached up and gently fingered her wrinkled, floppy, protruding labia minora. She jerked slightly, still smiling. “I know, my lips hang out- you said they were sexy!”
“But, baby girl, look at them NOW…” I reached up with both hands and she parted her knees and bent over to look. I ran a finger down the middle to separate them. Then I gently grasped each side between my thumb and forefinger and pulled them down. There was a collective gasp as all eyes were watching. I stretched her pink flaps gently and they looked like butterfly wings- about two inches long each. I let them go and they sprung back up but hung lower than before- still slightly parted. “Oh, baby girl! They are marvellous! You are SO lucky to have such beautiful labia!” I stood up and hugged her excitedly. “OW!” she cringed, “Be CAREFUL, Grandpa…” she backed up, rubbing her tits. “Sorry, Rachel…” I said. “But thank you, Grandpa!” and she beamed.
After they dressed we made our way to the till but something else caught my eye. There was a rack of “short-shorts” on the way and I detoured over to it. I had an idea! “Do you guys like short-shorts?” I asked stupidly. “Yeah!” was the chorus. “Have you ever heard of a girl named “Daisy Duke” ?” I asked as I grabbed appropriate sizes.
There was silence and puzzled looks all around. We made our purchase and I took them to Kid’s Kastle where I figured they could change into their new clothes in the restroom. I paid our admission (parents/grandparents were FREE- imagine that?) which included a highly nutritional meal of a hot dog, chips and pop. I led them to the girl’s restroom door and handed them the bag of clothes. They just stood and looked at it. “But Grampa…” Sarah began, “we need you to do our vulvas into camel toes…” she pleaded with big eyes.
“Oh, now you’re being ridiculous!” I protested. “I showed you how to do it and you’re all smart girls… Besides, I can’t go into the girl’s restroom. Somebody would call the cops!”
“OK!” Abby replied, “We’ll go into the BOY’S room!” she grabbed the bag and led them into the boy’s restroom before I could protest. The solution was logical. If one man went into a ladies restroom there would be such a commotion and security people and cops! But a woman could go into the men’s room and strip naked and nothing would happen except the changing of the sizes of certain male body parts! So I followed them in.
There were a couple boys at the four urinals and they looked surprised and then worried at the sight of four girls entering the room. “Oh, MAN, do I have to PEE!” Abby exclaimed and she pulled her leggings down past her vulva and walked over to a vacant urinal next to one boy- giving him a good flash. His eyes just about popped out! She took her stance close to the urinal and started a one-handed pee. She looked at the boy next to her who was still staring- his mouth gaping open.
“You wanna WATCH?” she asked as she stepped back for him to see her pee arcing two feet into the urinal from her hairless snatch. “Whoa!” the boy exclaimed. He obviously recovered from: seeing a girl in the boy’s room; seeing a girl’s pussy- to the point of being impressed that a girl could pee while standing! “That’s pretty COOL! I didn’t think girls could DO that!” He zipped up and gave her a ‘high-five’. He turned around and checked out her hot little ass as he walked to the sinks. “And you’ve got a cute ASS, too!”
“Well, thank you!” Abby replied. As she finished the other three joined her at other urinals. Abby pulled off her leggings, “Do you like my PUSSY, too?” She blatantly stood with her hands on her hips and her legs spread. The boy made a double-take at her bare pussy, looked at me and said, “Uh… yeah! That’s nice, too… I gotta go…” he and the other boy made a bee-line for the door. “Now, Abby! Enough of that!” I scolded.
“Everybody in the wheelchair stall- NOW!” I commanded. I helped them strip and dress and “make their vulvas into camel toes” as Sarah so eloquently put it. While we were there I grabbed toilet paper and wiped up some cunt drool. I finished with Sarah when she said, “Can you DO me please, Grampa? I got so HORNY watching Rachel fuck you!” “Yeah, me too!” Abby and Roxy echoed. “Hey, you bunch of perverts! I’m not going to be “doing” anybody here! It’s the BOY’S RESTROOM, for Pete’s sake!” I whispered, “boys could walk in ANY TIME! Come on…” I opened the stall door, “Let’s go have FUN!”
“YEAH!” Abby agreed, “Fun showing off our CAMEL TOES!” I watched their tight little butts and ‘Toes’ wiggle as they marched out the door. Sarah’s excitement and state of ‘horniness’ revealed itself as her pink clit stood out from the middle of her ‘toe’ in her pink leggings.
They headed straight for the climbing wall and lined up for a turn. I found a bench and sat and watched. Heads, both young and old, were already turning. Some older guys tried not to be too obvious about staring. Others didn’t care an ogled with gaping mouths. Fathers were adjusting uncomfortable bulges in their pants. One by one the girls made it to the climbing wall attendants- two young men, probably high-school seniors. They gave each other a knowing look as Rachel and Roxy approached to be ‘harnessed’ to climb the wall.
Parent Post: Grandpa’s Milk
- Grandpa's Milk - Chapter 2
- Grandpa's Milk - Chapter 3
- Grandpa's Milk - Chapter 4
- Grandpa's Milk - Chapter 5
- Grandpa's Milk - Chapter 6
- Grandpa's Milk - Chapter 7
- Grandpa's Milk - Chapter 8
- Grandpa's Milk - Chapter 9
- Grandpa's Milk - Chapter 10
- Grandpa's Milk - Chapter 11
- Grandpa's Milk - Chapter 12
- Grandpa's Milk - Chapter 13
- Grandpa's Milk - Chapter 14
- Grandpa's Milk - Chapter 15
- Grandpa's Milk - Chapter 16 - Vanna's first orgasm
- Grandpa's Milk - Chapter 17