Grandpa's Milk Chapter 14 - Sex Stories

Grandpa's Milk Chapter 14

... 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 ...