Grandpa's Milk- Chapter 8 - Sex Stories

Grandpa's Milk- Chapter 8

... balloon. “OH god, Grampa! Here it comes……GH-GH-GH----GHAAAH!--------GHAAAH-----“ Her pussy stroked my cock into it’s own explosion. My prostate couldn’t hold it any longer and violently expelled it’s boiling contents. I could feel it roar down my urethra and gush into her uterus. I hammered my pelvis into hers and she was hammering back. Our bodies finally lost any sense of rhythm and just convulsed together our genitals spasming. “Oh, WOW, Grampa…” she panted. My orgasm was subsiding and I felt hers was, too, but I figured she could go for another. So before my cock could deflate I started bouncing her. I pushed her shoulders up so that she was sitting on my pelvis again. I thrust my hips up and down driving my cock into her and raising her up. She caught on quickly and picked up the rhythm. Soon she took over- bouncing up and down on my cock. My hard-on was moving freely now in and out of her pussy almost to the point of popping out. Her love tunnel was still very tight, and the ridges of her vagina rubbed up and down against my flared glans. Her panting started again as she dropped down harder each time onto my pelvis. “OH----GRAMPA-----I’M ------GONNA-----------H’UUUUUH” She slammed down hard and sat there vibrating. Her vagina stroked my penis into another orgasm and I sat up and wrapped my arms around her, my hips driving my cock up into her. I stood up and she held onto my neck her legs hung straight down. I continued bouncing her body up and down on my cock. “Oh ...

... god, GRAMPA! H’MMM------H’MMMM----H’UUUUUNGGG!!!” She let go of my neck. I opened my eyes and her head had fallen back and her body was totally limp. She passed out again! “Grandpa! What happened?” Abby had been there the whole time, watching, masturbating- by the juices on her hands and vulva. “Oh, she just got too excited and fainted, Abby.” I lowered her to the couch and lay her down. My cock slipped out with a ‘slurp’ and Abby immediately popped it in her mouth and milked the last of the semen from my urethra. She then went to Sarah’s pussy to catch the ‘leftovers’ when Sarah came to. She looked up to me and raised her arms weakly. I picked her up in a hug. She wrapped her legs around me and pressed her wet pussy to my belly. Abby followed, still licking. “Thank you, Grampa! I love you!” “I love you too, baby girl!” We cleaned up (again) and were thinking about plans for the day. I was just about to phone Mrs. Jones to see how the night went and when to expect Rachel when she came home. She rode her bike quickly up to the house, jumped off and ran to the house. Her face was red, she was crying, she ran to me and hugged me- weeping uncontrollably. “Baby girl! What’s the matter?!” I was imagining the worst- Mr. Jones raping her or something. She sobbed for another minute before she could speak. “You have to buy me a bra and I can’t be a naturist anymore!” she wailed. “Whoa, baby girl, what’s this all about?” it took her another minute of crying to say, “I don’t want anyone to ...