Grandpa's Milk- Chapter 6 - Sex Stories

Grandpa's Milk- Chapter 6

... don’t want to see it, so make sure this vulva patch stays on your vulva. To pull the patch down pull up in the back like this…” I ran a finger down her snatch and reluctantly pulled the patch down to hide her treasure. I checked the other girls’ “swimsuits” and did a few adjustments. “But what about our other new bathing suits, Grampa?” asked Sarah. “Well maybe we’ll change later and wear them, too!” We looked up from our ‘suit fitting’ to see several boys and fathers practically drooling at our show and suddenly turn around to finish dressing themselves. The girls weren’t much better. They walked slowly to the showers gawking at various ‘packages’. We walked by the bathroom area with sinks, toilet stalls, and five urinals on a wall. Sarah walked over to them and asked, “What are THESE?” just as a naked man walked up and started to pee. “Oh! They’re for boys to pee in!” She stood and watched the man pee. “Sarah, it’s not polite to watch people pee!” “Sorry, mister, but you have a BIG penis!” “Well, thank you, young lady. You have a pretty bathing suit.” The man said, finished his business, and left. “They’re called “urinals” for peeing in…” I said. “We pee like boys! So why don’t WE use them!?” She suggested, and the rest enthusiastically agreed. Meanwhile a boy came in and walked up to the end urinal. Sarah took the one next to him and said, “Watch THIS!” The micro bikini made it easy for a girl to pee while standing. She pulled the crotch patch over to one side, spread her ...

... vulva and let it go. The boy was astounded on a number of counts- 1) there were girls in the boys change room 2) they had on the skimpiest bikini’s he’d ever seen, and 3) they were actually peeing standing up at a urinal next to him. “Wow, that’s pretty cool!” he said, “I didn’t think girls could pee standing up!” “Thanks,” beamed Sarah, “our Grampa showed us how!—And you have a cute penis…” “Uh—thanks…” he said blushing and he finished and walked away quickly. “Look at us Grandpa!” exclaimed Abby. They all proudly squirted perfect clean arcs into their urinals, finished and walked away. Sarah ran over and gave me a hug- her vulva exposed by a miss-placed crotch patch. “Just a sec, baby girl, you have to be careful to keep your vulva covered because people will ‘freak out’ if they see it, OK? Every time you get out of the pool check your vulva, ‘K?” I squatted down, pulled the string out of her pussy crack and pulled the crotch patch down over her bald little pussy- the clitoris forming a tiny “tent” in the material. I ‘accidently’ tucked my hand inside the patch and gave it a feel. “You guys got that? Check that your vulva patch is ok any time you get out of the pool.” We grabbed our towels and goggles and headed to the pool. The pool was busy because of the free admission. The girls turned a lot of heads until we all jumped in the shallow end. Then they became part of the splashing crowd of mostly kids. They went about playing in various parts of the pool each one seeking ...