Grandpa's Milk- Chapter 8 - Sex Stories

Grandpa's Milk- Chapter 8

... and puffier and poked out from her chest. We cleaned up our stuff and went in for a shower before breakfast. I suggested the shower was too crowded for three but they insisted I join them. I started washing my hair. As I did I felt four soapy hands rubbing my back and front. They were thorough. They soaped my arm pits well and even cleaned my anus. Each one did a leg from the ankle up then there was four hands on my groin. I could feel the blood rushing to my member and the washing stopped. I looked down and they glanced up at me grinning. We all watched my three-inch down-hanging flaccid penis throb and with each heartbeat grow a quarter inch. Soon it was pointing straight out in front of me. It kept pumping up to it’s upward 45 degree angle, the glans shiny in it’s swollen glory, the veins standing out. “That’s SO cool, Grampa!” They said almost in unison and they laughed. They rubbed my balls and stroked my soapy penis, staring at it. “I love you, Hermie!” Sarah said to my throbbing hard-on, “do you want to kiss Val today?” “I think your boner is beautiful, Grandpa!” Abby said to it, her hand gripping but not wrapping all the way around it. “Grampa….” Sarah was obviously about to ask a favor. “Yes, Sarah.” “It’s my turn for milk, and-- I’m horny, and-- Hermie made a boner…. Can I have my milk now? –And can I put Hermie in my vagina and-- get my milk in my vagina?” she looked up at me with her big blue eyes- her hand on my cock. It was pretty hard to resist. “And I can ...

... help, Grandpa, ‘cause I did it before…” Abby volunteered. “Oh, baby girl, I know your sisters got to put my boner in their vaginas but you’re younger and smaller! I don’t think it will fit! And if you try to fit it in you might hurt yourself and I would be SO upset if you hurt yourself!” “But Grampa…. Abby’s carrot fitted in me!” I thought for a moment- she was wearing me down. “Well…. Not RIGHT now!” I teased, “you’re all dirty ‘cause I haven’t washed you guys yet! Now get over here!” I pulled them into the shower spray and put shampoo on their heads. They giggled and started scrubbing their scalps and hair. I lathered up and rubbed my hands all over one body then the next intentionally avoiding their vulvas. They rinsed their hair. “OK—all done!” I announced. “No!” they protested. “You haven’t done our vulvas yet!!” again in unison. “Oh, you want me to “do” your vulvas?” I said, grinning. They looked at each other and grinned, “Yeah, Grandpa, “DO” our vulvas!” Sarah looked at me. “Yeah,” added Abby “ “DO” our vulvas REAL GOOD ‘cause they’re SO dirty!!” I turned them and leaned their backs against me and soaped up my hands. I reached down and cupped their vulvas in my hands. They both moaned and spread their legs and bent their knees slightly, giving me better access. “MM’mm—Make sure you clean my vagina, Grandpa, it’s dirty, too…” Abby pulled my arm down. I stuck a finger partly into her hole. I just stayed there massaging their vulvas up and down for a couple minutes, both of ...