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Grandpa’s Milk – Chapter 14

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Incest stories: Grandpa’s Milk – Chapter 14

Terry and Tanya finished cleaning up. I got down from the table and said, “You two had better get home!” They got up and grabbed me around the waist, “Thank you for letting us fuck you, Grandpa!” and Terry added, “And thank you for the MILK! I can’t WAIT to see my boobies grow!”

Together they said, “Thank you, Hermie!” to my cock and they each kissed him, giggling. They found their clothes and put them on and I showed them to the door. When I got back to the patio the others were laying in the sun. “Hey, aren’t you guys forgetting something?” I reminded. “No! We’re waiting for YOU, Grandpa!” Rachel explained, “We need you to put our sunscreen on!” “Oh—my—goodness! You mean, you all wouldn’t have a clue how to put sunscreen on yourselves or each other and you’d lay out here and fry in the sun?” I half-heartedly complained.

“But Grandpa!” Abby whined, “It feels BETTER when YOU put our sunscreen on!” She handed my the bottle with puppy-dog eyes. I tried not to seem to eager to feel her soft skin, nubile curves, nascent mammaries, firm, round ass and cup her puffy little vulva. She moaned softly as I took my time with the application process. I playfully slapped her ass when I was done, “OK, miss helpless, there you go…” She turned around smiling and gave me a peck on the lips. “Thank you, Grampa!”

I tried not to be too gleeful about massaging sunscreen onto each of their young, luscious bodies but Hermie betraid me after the third one. Rachel was last and she smiled and stared at my throbbing member as I rubbed her body with lotion. She turned around and leaned back against my hardon, allowing me to properly reach her blossoming boobs.

Her bulbous nipples contracted into half-inch long pencil-like nipples when I stroked and squeezed them. “M,mm, Grandpa…” she moaned and closed her eyes. I rolled the nipples between my thumbs and index fingers and she gasped, “OH! Grandpa, yes!” I released her breasts and declared, “OK! You’re done!” I didn’t want her to orgasm- yet. “Grandpaaa!” She protested.

We’d better have these cookies and milk before they’re spoiled in the sun! We gathered around the table and Rachel claimed my lap- my boner nestled in the crack of her ass. Rachel munched on a cookie and picked up her glass of milk thoughtfully, smiling. “I wish Grandpa would give me THIS much milk when he squirts!” She raised her full glass for all to see and the others looked at it with wide eyes and smiles, picturing a glass of steaming slimy cum. “YEAH!” exclaimed Abby, “That would be DELICIOUS!”

“I wonder what else you could DO with… semen.” Rachel continued to ponder. “I mean, you can use goat milk in LOTS of things to eat! Like pancakes and waffles…”

“Yeah! And cakes and cupcakes!” Abby added excitedly.

“You mean CUMcakes!!” Roxy cleverly corrected and the others giggled.

“We could have a ‘Boy Farm’” Sarah imagined, “and keep a herd of boys penned up and milk them twice a day and make ‘cumcakes’ and sell them to girls and make their BOOBIES grow!”

They all laughed at the thought and chattered on about the concept as they finished their snack. Rachel got up, turned around and addressed my penis, “You don’t need to make a WHOLE glassful of milk for me Hermie,” she caressed him, “but hurry and make as much as you can ‘cuz I’m HORNY and I need BIGGER boobs!”

They all lay down on towels on the warm concrete in the sun. I sat back in my lounger and read. Before long Sarah came and sat beside my lounger at my knees. She leaned over my lap with an elbow and rested her head on her hand- staring intently at my now limp ‘package’. My legs were together so my balls were laying on top of my thighs, my cock laying to one side. I smiled at her and she smiled back and I went back to reading knowing full well her head was full of questions. She just sat there for a few minutes observing.

As a naturist, sunbathing nude was the ultimate for me. I just loved feeling the heat of the sun on my genitals. I always used a high spf sunscreen on my ‘junk’- one only needs to forget once to learn the lesson in THAT! All of a sudden Sarah shouted, “They’re MOVING!!” She sat up staring wide-eyed at my balls. “Rachel, Abby!! Grampa’s balls- test-tickles, are squirming!!” The other three jumped up to see the spectacle and gathered around me staring at my balls.

“I don’t know about his BALLS, but his COCK is sure moving!” Abby said with a grin. They all watched again in awe as my penis filled with blood and stood up throbbing from all the attention. They smiled at their accomplishment.

“But watch his test-tickles!” Sarah insisted they shift their gaze.

“OH, WOW!” Roxy exclaimed, “You’re right! They’re moving!”

I looked down myself to see. I had seen it before but I had no idea why they did that. I just assumed it was the heat of the sun that caused the testicular suspension muscles to do weird things. But there they were- doing a strange dance- moving up and down.

“Are you doing that on purpose, Grampa?” Sarah asked.

“No, but I can do this…” I said as I tightened my pelvic floor muscles which caused my ‘boys’ to slide upward and back down when I released.

“COOL!!” They all exclaimed.

“I can do THIS, too!” I clenched my deeper pelvic muscles and made my hard-on bob up and down. They giggled.

“Hermie’s dancing!” Sarah exclaimed.

“Stand up, Grandpa, and do that!” Roxy demanded. I stood up and did my thing. They watched, mezmerized and smiling as my purple-headed rod bounced up and down.

“That’s SO cool, Grandpa!” said Abby, “I wish I had a penis, sometimes! We’re SO lucky to have a COOL Grandpa who lets us see his penis!”

“Yeah, and TOUCH his penis…” added Roxy as she grabbed my man meat and gently squeezed it.

“I think his balls-er—I mean testicles are CUTE!” stated Sarah as she gently took one in each hand. “I think I’ll name this one Tommy and THIS one Timmy! Tommy and Timmy Testicle!” She then bent down and planted a gentle kiss on each of them. While still admiring them Abby leaned over and whispered in her ear. Sarah’s eyes went wide and she grinned and glanced up at me. She went down on her knees and looked up from directly below my balls. She held one nut up and let the other dangle. Then she opened her mouth wide and came up from below and took my entire testicle into her mouth. Her eyes danced with mischieviousness. Then her face screwed up with disgust and she practically spit out my ball.

“Oh, YUCK! That sunscreen tastes AWFUL!!” The others, who had been watching in awe, giggled.

“That’s cool, Abby, we should try that- when there’s no sunscreen, of course!” Rachel suggested.

“Yeah! I saw a lady in the porno do that to the man and he made a boner REAL FAST so I think he liked it! Did you like Sarah sucking on your testicle, Grandpa?” They both looked up for my assessment.

“Well, do YOU like it when I lick your vulva?” They both nodded and giggled at the thought. “So, yes, it feels nice. You just have to be careful because—“ “I know, I know, ‘testicles are delicate’” Abby recited rolling her eyes.

“Let’s go for a swim!” Roxy suggested and led the race to the pool. I watched their sexy little butts scamper away and jump into the pool. “Come ON, Grandpa!” Abby called so I trotted over to them and they all grinned watched my junk flop all over- slapping my thighs and belly. Sarah and Roxy covered their mouths trying not to laugh.

I stopped at the edge of the pool and did another show-stopping set of hip thrusts just for effect then I cannon-balled into the middle of them. I came up and they all piled onto me and I dragged them into deeper water throwing them off one at a time. They came right back, of course, and I did it again. We all enjoyed the grabbing and fondling of tits, butts, vulvas, cock, and balls. We played some of the usual games and invented a couple more. I found it hard to keep up with them and tagged out early as it was lunchtime, anyway. They played as I prepared grilled cheese sandwiches.

As we were finishing up I suggested, “How would you guys like to go to Kid’s Kastle?” It was a resounding “YESSS!” “OK! Go get dressed!” Kid’s Kastle was an attraction with activities for youngsters like wall climbing, zip rope, trampolines, or just jumping into a pit of foam blocks. I figured it would help them wear off some energy and make them sleep that night. I got myself dressed and grabbed a camera. After much giggling and comotion the four of them came out in black leggings and long t-shirts as was style of the day. I looked at them and frowned. “My- my.” I said dissappointedly, “I think we need to go shopping before we go to Kid’s Kastle…” “What’s wrong with our clothes, Grandpa?” Rachel asked.

“Well, this is OK for at your home, but if you’re going to wear leggings like a naturist you have to do it RIGHT! Come on!” I led them to the car and I took them to the local Kid’s Gaap.

The girls were like typical girls in a clothing store- oo-ing and ahh-ing about everything. I looked around briefly until I found the leggings. I picked out about ten pairs in various colors (other than black) and in different sizes. I cruised quickly through the tops and t-shirts and did the same.

Finding the right sized leggings is an art most girls/women don’t understand. Too tight and everything gets squished and the middle seam doesn’t have enough ‘give’ to properly ride up into the butt/vulva crack. Too baggy and the crotch just hangs loose! The trick is to have just enough loose-ness to conform to all the curves without bagging, wrinkles or squishing. And then, of course, are the most essential suspenders that are required for a perfect, non-slip fitting camel toe! You can have a great ‘toe but inevitably the leggings start to slip- losing the ‘toe.

I called the girls to the dressing rooms and we claimed the handicapped room as it was bigger. Without prompting they all stripped and grinned at me. I marvelled at the uniqueness of each vulva before me. One puffier than the others. Two with protruding inner lips. One with a cute little clitoris poking out between the lips. I handed each one a pair of leggings estimated to be their size. White ones; grey ones; pink ones; light blue, light green.

“OK, girls, the main problem is that you’re wearing black and people can’t see all your nice contours in black.” I explained as I handed them each a pair of leggings. “THEN you go and cover yourself with a too-long t-shirt! So- light colors and short shirts, for starters.” They all pulled on their leggings and Roxy reached in and spread her vulva and pulled the crotch seam into her slit as I had taught her. “Perfect, Roxy!” I praised and she beamed. “That’s what I’m talking about! Leggings were made for you to show off your vulva!

Now, look at Sarah’s- hers are WAY too baggy because they don’t pull into her butt well enough. Here- try these…” and I handed her a smaller size pink pair. Abby looked up smiling mischieviously, “I don’t know how to do that- can you help me, Grandpa?” Rachel pulled hers out of her crotch and looked up with a feigned look of frustration, “Yeah! Me too, Grandpa, I can’t DO it!” Sarah looked at them both and caught on, “Me too, Grampa! Can you fix my vulva for me?”

“Oh, all right, you bunch of helpless babies!” I reached around Rachel from behind and looked over her shoulder. “First of all, pull the legs up as high as you can…” I reached down on each of Rachel’s legs, grabbed the material at the top of her thighs and pulled it up into her crotch. “M,mm” she hummed. “Then reach in the top and take two fingers and spread your labia wide…” “MM,mmm!” Rachel responded, “and pull the seam up into your vulva like this…” I pulled my hand out and reached down and rubbed her now distinct camel toe.

“MM,mm, Grandpa…” she moaned. “Then pull your butt cheeks apart…” I turned her around and reached into her leggings with both hands. I gingerly cupped her young, round ass and separated her already separate cheeks and pulled the crotch seam high into her ass. “Now, to finish it off, put on these suspenders. They will keep your leggings up nice and tight.” The grey leggings looked like they were painted on! “And pull the leggings up as high as you can! There you go!” I gave her little bubble-butt a gentle slap. She looked down at her pussy, “Oh, wow! Look at my vul- I mean- camel toe!” She turned around and looked at her ass in the mirror. “THAT, baby girl, is how you wear leggings!” I praised.

“My turn!” Abby claimed as she turned her back to me. “H,mm” I said. “These are too small for you. See, you can pull them up your legs like this,” I pulled each leg up into her crotch. I could feel her hot, steamy snatch through the material. “but it’s too tight to go into your butt! Here… try these…” and I gave her a yellow pair one size larger. The ones she took off had a wet patch in the middle of the crotch. She pulled the legs up tight and turned her back to me again, “Do my vulva, Grandpa…” I pulled her leggings open at the waist and she pulled in her belly to watch. I slowly ran my hand down her belly, giving her what she wanted. “MM,mmm” she responded.

I reached further down over her mons and cupped it and pulled it tight to her pubis. “Oh, yesss…” she hissed. I could feel her clitoris getting hard. I separated her labia with my first and third finger and stroked her soaking wet inner labia with my middle finger. “Oh, Grandpa…” she moaned and her knees instinctivly widened and her pelvis tilted forward urging my digit into her love hole. I slowly slid my finger deep into her pussy. “MMMMM,mmm!” Being in a perpetual state of arousal I knew she wouldn’t last long.

I pulled my finger out and up to her clit, circled it and drove it back into her sopping love tunnel. I did that again two more times and that was it. “H’MM,mmmm——H’MM,mmm—–H’Mmm…” Her body went stiff, she grabbed my arm with both hands and humped my finger. Her tight little pussy grabbed hold of my finger. Her cunt juices’ aroma filled the air.

Panting, she slowly eased her grip and I slid my finger out of her hole. I brought my hand up to my face and inhaled her musky sweet juices. I licked the sweet nectar of her honey pot from my hand. I got a tissue out of my pocket and reached down and wiped up her cunt slobber. I finished adjusting her her leggings and we admired her form in the mirror. “That’s a fine looking ‘toe you got there, baby girl!” I complimented. She turned around and gave me a big hug. “Thanks for helping me with my leggings, Grandpa! You “fixed” my vulva really GOOD!”

“Now do ME, Grampa!” Sarah demanded eagerly. She had taken her leggings off completely so I suggested she try the pink ones that were too small for Abby. She pulled the legs up high to her crotch. “How am I doing, Grampa?” I couldn’t stop staring at her erect clit poking out of her cunt slit.

“You’re doing very well, baby girl!” she turned around and leaned her back against me.

“OK, lets pull them up nice and tight…” I started.

“OW! Grampa! You’re squishing my clitty!” Sarah whined. I looked down and sure enough it looked painfully confined next to the thick seam of the leggings.

“H,mm,” I pondered, “Your lovely big clitoris is causing an issue…” I said as I reached into her leggings and cupped my hand over it. She softly moaned, “M,mm..”

“I have an idea!” I said and I reached into my pocket for my pen-knife. I did a quick calculation of the location of her clit in relation to the leggings crotch and cut a small hole in the material. “OK, let’s spread your pretty little labia apart…” I spread with one hand and pulled on the waistband with the other- lining up the hole with her clit.

“There!” I pronounced, “Does that feel better?” I asked as we both admired her hot little cameltoe in the mirror. Her bright pink clitoris was almost the same color as her leggings and it just looked like a fold in the material. If you got down and looked closely you could see that it was not so. “Yes! My clitty isn’t squished! Thank you, Grampa! You know how to fix EVERYTHING!” She grabbed me around the waist and gave me a strong hug. “OW!” She let go abruptly, cupping her hands on her breasts, frowning. “I don’t know if I LIKE having boobies! They HURT all the time…” she complained.

“That’s just normal, baby girl. When they stop growing they will stop hurting. You just have to be careful- kind of like testicles: ‘they’re delicate’!” I turned her around and very gently cupped her mammary mounds in my warm hands. “M’mm, that feels good, Grampa…” and she lay her hands on top of mine.

I reached for the pile of tops I had selected. “OK, let’s see what we have for tops… Here, Sarah…” I handed her a yellow, cropped tank top- a size too big. She slipped it over her head. ‘Perfect’ I thought. It left her tummy exposed and the neck and arm openings allowed peeks at her blossoming boobs while still covering them. Another tank top I had picked up had a floral design on the front and a nice see-through floral lace on the back. I handed it to Abby, “Here, baby girl, this will go perfectly with your leggings- the lace goes on the front.” I lied. She pulled it on. It came down to her waist and the lace left little to the imagination. Her pink nipples peeked from behind the white lace.

For Rachel I found a pale green fishnet cropped tee that was intended to be worn over a tank top. I gave it to her, “But Grandpa…” she started and then looked up and grinned and quickly put it on. She put her shoulders back and turned and admired herself in the mirror. She cupped her lovely domed mammaries in her hands and smiled, “Ooo, you can see my puffy nipples, Grandpa, thank you!” Roxy was looking at me wide-eyed- her hands clasped together in front of her mouth- bouncing excitedly on her toes.

Her balloon-like hooters echoed each bounce. I paused and stared at them, smiling. “GRANDPA!” she scolded and grabbed her boobs and stopped bouncing. She took her right hand off her boob and reached up and playfully slapped my cheek. “It’s not polite to stare!” she said, grinning. I gave her a spandex yoga top to try on. She pulled it on over her head. It clung nicely to her form but it ‘pinched’ her boobs together and gave her what I call a “uni-boob”. “No, Roxy, that’s no good. Here, try this one…”

It was a white tank with silk-like material and spandex. It, too, was cut low and had ample arm openings. It hugged her tits perfectly without pinching and her hard nipples stood out proudly under it. It was thin enough to reveal the outline of her nipples through the fabric. Her suspenders stretched around the outside of her boobs. “Well, I get the feeling I’m looking nice in this top, huh, Grandpa?— Grandpa!” I was totally engrosed in her perfect tits. “OH! Yes, baby girl, they look- er I mean- you look stunning!” “No kidding!” she said, grinning at my crotch. I looked down to see my man-meat pointing up at her from under my shorts leg. “Rachel! I think it’s milking time!”

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