Grandpa's Milk- Chapter 9 - Sex Stories

Grandpa's Milk- Chapter 9

... need to be adjusted!” “Yeah! We know they are looking at our vulvas, Grandpa! You said people would “freak out” if they saw our pussy’s but they’re not freaking out! They love them! Watch this!” She turned to one of the underwater boys and spread her legs. A lung-full of bubbles broke the surface above him. She giggled. “OK, just don’t let any Moms see you because they WILL freak out!” I made my way back to the castle builders to check on them. A couple other girls had joined them. It was Courtney and her sister! And they wore micro-bikinis much like my girls! They were both much skinnier than mine. Courtney, the same age as Abby, was only at the ‘swollen nipple’ breast stage but cunt hairs were obvious through the thin material of her bikini crotch patch. “Hi, Grandpa! Look who’s here! Courtney and Wyn!” Abby greeted. Wyn was facing away from me, her legs spread, reaching down scooping sand. I had a front-seat view of her puffy, hairless snatch- with a peek up her vagina, the string of her bikini hidden between her lips. They both turned to me and grinned slyly and said “Hi!” Wyn’s nipples were exposed but were no more developed than a boy’s at her age. “Look!” Abby continued excitedly, “They got bikinis like OURS!” Courtney struck her best modelling pose and then playfully pulled her boob patches up and flashed her swollen nipples at me. Abby whispered, “Her Dad lets her see his penis, too, and he gets boners and I told her to drink his milk, I showed her my titties and ...

... how your milk made them grow…” “Wow, Courtney, I’m happy for you!” I interrupted. “And what a beautiful bikini! Where’s your Dad?” She pointed him out some distance away and waved to him in his beach chair. He waved back and I waved an acknowledgment to him. I whispered to Courtney that her vulva patch had slipped and that she might want to adjust it. She walked over to the semi-privacy of our large umbrella, smiled innocently and asked, “Can you fix it for me?” I went over to her and stood behind her. “Courtney,” I asked, “you asked me to fix your bikini bottom but I might touch your private parts to do that. Do I have your permission to do that?” “Of course!” she answered, puzzled, “My Mom and Dad touch me, and you’re a Grampa and you touch Abby so why wouldn’t you touch me?” “I just want to make sure it’s OK with you because you shouldn’t let strangers touch your privates without your permission.” She whispered, “Oh. OK… So- go ahead, I WANT you to touch my pussy! I touched your wiener, remember?” “Oh, I remember!” I smiled. I reached down in front of her and slid my hand down her belly, under her bikini bottom and over her warm soft vulva down to her moist vagina- pulling the string out of her slit. “M’mmm!” She softly moaned and bent and spread her knees for better access. I pulled on the crotch string at the back which brought the vulva patch down in front. I carefully spread the crotch patch across her vulva and made sure her pussy was covered. Then I rubbed her vulva on ...