1. Grandpa's Milk


    Date: 7/16/2017, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Exhibitionism, Older Male / Female, Young, Author: John P. Dofyle, Rating: 92, Source: sexstories.com

    pee”…. After much chatter and giggling they all emerged with huge grins and pink vulvas from the hot water and towel rubbing. “Is it time to milk Mildred and Gertrude?” They asked, almost simultaneously, and they all burst out in laughter. Laughing myself, I said, “Yes, Sarah, get the bucket. Abby, get the udder cream and Rachel can bring the disinfectant and the rag.” I headed out the back door toward the goat pen and the giggling gang rushed past me with their supplies. I watched their jiggling little bubble butts run down the trail. “Come on Grandpa, we’re gonna BEAT you!” “Oh, no you’re not!” I yelled as I broke into a half-hearted jog to chase them. With that they all screamed in mock fear and sprinted the rest of the way. As I finished jogging the rest of the way to meet them Rachel looked down at me and with a huge grin turned and whispered something to her sisters. They then turned, staring at my genitals and they all burst out laughing. “What’s so funny, you bunch of comedians!” “Your junk, er, I mean, your genitals look funny when you run.” Said Rachel. She obviously had a good grasp of both slang and proper terms for body parts. “They DO, do they!?” I said looking down at my slightly fluffed penis and fully distended scrotum. “OK, smarty-pants, check THIS out!” I teased as I spread my legs, bent my knees and started doing some hip-thrusts (a la Miley Cyrus) which sent my ‘junk’ swinging; slapping my butt and belly alternately. This caught them totally by surprize ...
    as their eyes widened, hands went to the mouth and they roared with laughter. Suddenly Sarah got serious and stepped forward and said, “Stop that, Grandpa! You’re gonna hurt your test-ticklers!” And she reached out with both small hands and gently held one in each hand. Then, realizing what she was doing, she suddenly dropped them and stepped back. “Sorry, Grampa, for touching your test-ticklers…” Remembering her mother’s admonition to Abby. “Hey, baby girl, it’s OK if you touch Grandpa’s genitals! Your mom said not to touch people’s genitals but she means don’t touch them without their permission.” I said squatting down to her eye level. “Oh. OK” “And they are testicles, not test-ticklers, silly girl!” And she smiled. So I stood up, pointed at my balls and quizzed her “But the testicles are INSIDE this sack, aren’t they?” She nodded yes while staring at them. “So what is the sack called?” “Oh, I know” “I know” her older siblings chimed in. “Don’t tell me!” Sarah yelled not wanting to be upstaged by her sisters, again. “It’s called the srotulum, right?” Abby couldn’t resist, “No, dummy, it’s a SCRO-TUM.” She walked up, empowered by my invitation and asked, “May I touch your scrotum, Grandpa?” as she grabbed my balls. “I was here first!” demanded Sarah and she pushed her hands away. “Hey, hey! First of all don’t call your sister a ‘dummy’ and second I think you can share- there ARE two testicles, after all.” “Then may I touch your penis, Grandpa?” asked Rachel as she squeezed ...
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