Grandpa's Milk- Chapter 11 - Sex Stories

Grandpa's Milk- Chapter 11

... me and them. “Thank you SO much, Grandpa!” she continued to hug me pushing her belly against my groin. “Thank you for helping me become a Naturist; thank you for letting me drink your semen and growing my tits; and thank you for FUCKING me!! I love you SO much!!” She let go. Tears ran down her cheeks. “OH! Baby girl! You are SO welcome! I love you, too!” I honestly confided. “You know you’re welcome here anytime, right?” She nodded afirmativly. I squatted down and gave her a kiss and another hug and stood up. She gently grasped my penis and bent down and kissed it on the glans. A drop of drool from it clung to her lips and she licked it off, smiling. “Bye, Hermie, see you again soon!” she addressed my cock and looked up and smiled again. I showed her to the door and waved as she rode away on her bike. I went and poured myself some milk and grabbed a couple cookies. I sat in my recliner and just savoured the quietness that had returned to my ‘sanctuary’. I had to admit I was looking forward to having a couple days off from being stroked, sucked and fucked by a gang of horny young girls. The next day I basked in the ability to do whatever I wanted- when I wanted. Except, of course, for milking the goats. I went grocery shopping to stock up on things before the girls returned in two days. I caught up with the laundry- even washed the girls’ micro bikinis. I DID miss them, though. I kept the dildo, unwashed, on the coffee table and sniffed it from time to time remembering their ...

... sexy, beautiful, hairless pussies. I heated up a frozen dinner and finished it. I was just going for some ice cream when the gate intercom rang! Now the only way for somebody to get to the door is to get through the gate. To get through the gate I either have to buzz them in or they have to know the combination. I only give the combination to people who are aware I’m a naturist and are good with it. I answered the intercom, “Yes… Who is it?” “Um… hi, Mr. uh, Mr. Smith, uhm… I’m Terry Williams and me and my sister Tanya are selling Girl Scout cookies and—um—we wondered—um—if you—um want to buy some…” I thought this very strange. I had little to do with most of my neighbors since word got out that I was a “nudist pervert”. The Jones’ being one of the exceptions, but not the Williams’. “Are you sure you’re allowed to come sell me your cookies?” I wanted to make sure they had permission. “Um… yes… We need to sell 20 cases so we can get a merit badge…would you like to buy some? We’ve been to ALL the neighbors and we just need to sell four more boxes…” “Well, OK, come on in…” I pushed the gate switch and put on my swim trunks and t-shirt and got my wallet. I poured 3 glasses of milk and took them to the table by the door. The doorbell rang and I opened the door to two adorable, identical, red-heads about Rachel’s age. Their hair was just past the shoulder and a bright orange. One had it in two braided pigtails and the other pulled into plain pigtails. Any visible skin was covered in ...