Grandpa's Milk- Chapter 11 - Sex Stories

Grandpa's Milk- Chapter 11

... simultaneous orgasms. They gripped my arms as their hips went into spasms, grinding their pussies into my hands. “OH! MM,mmmmmmmmmm…” They both let go and dropped, panting, to a sitting position on the concrete. Their faces were crimson from the exertion of their orgasms. “Wow, Grandpa, you sure no how to ‘do’ girls!” Tanya observed, still panting. “Did you have a good ‘twitchie’, Terry- ‘cause I sure did!” “Mm, Hm…” Terry replied obviously still revelling in the ‘afterglow’. “So—Grandpa John…” began Tanya, again, “if we still have hymens in the way does that mean we can’t put a boy’s boner in our vaginas?” “That’s called ‘fucking’, Tanya!” her sister corrected. “Yeah, if we have hymens we can’t fuck?” “No, it just means the first time you fuck it’s going to hurt.” I repeated. She continued her thought process, “But if we shove something into our vaginas and break through the hymen then fucking won’t hurt?” “Well, yes, but either way its going to hurt and bleed a little.” “What can we put into our vaginas, Terry?” They both thought on that concept. I suggested, “I’ve heard that some girls get a frozen hot dog and use it to break their hymens. The cold hot dog keeps it from hurting as much!” “That sounds like a good idea…” Tanya said, “Do you have any frozen hot dogs, Grandpa John?” She seemed impatient to lose her virginity, but I always had a supply of the ‘jumbo’ hot dogs for the girls. Better yet, I had a few sausages that better matched the size of an adult hard-on. ...

... “Well, as a matter of fact, I DO! Would you like to come in and try one?” They both got up and followed me into the house. So much for the Girl Scout rules- but then I don’t think the rules would endorse giving men blow-jobs either! I went through the freezer and dug out a couple ‘smokies’ as us locals call them. I wrapped a tissue around one end so they wouldn’t freeze their fingers and handed them to them. “Now, I suggest you get lots of pussy juice on the end and then just ram it in!” I instructed. They both looked a little aprehensive and they hesitated and looked at each other. I swear they communicated telepathically when they said together, “Can you do it for us, Grandpa John?” “OK…” I replied. Once again, I couldn’t resist pleading girls. I got them to sit up on the edge of the table and spread their legs. This was my first good view of their little, virgin, hairless twats. They were still sopping from their own hand-jobs and orgasms and the aroma was heavenly. Their vulva’s were almost as identical as the rest of their bodies except Tanya had a brown mole on her left vulva lip. Their inner labia were almost non-existent except for the hood it formed on each of their clitoris’. “Grandpa, John! Quit staring!” Terry protested, blushing. “You know, why don’t you just call me ‘Grandpa’?” and I cupped a vulva in each hand. “Besides, I can’t help staring at such sexy vulvas!” They blushed even more and moaned at my touch. “Now, I just need to get your pussy’s ready…” I squatted ...