Romp/Finger Yourself/Toddler/Dad/Wayne/Smith/Granddad
You like Granddad, he gets around in a chair with wheels, that he steers with a little stick on one arm. Sometimes he lets you ride on his lap. He uses the chair because his legs stop where his knees should be. He says the Tally Bans took them. Mrs Smith's phone pings. "Your Granddad's here," she says. He has to phone cos he can't get up the steps to the door.
Outside, you run over, climb on his lap and give him a big hug. He smells nice, sort of lemony, and he hugs you back. "Hi Gramps," you say. His hands stray down to your bottom, but he doesn't mention that your panties are missing.
"Hi Titch. Ice cream?" he replies. He says he calls you Titch cos you were so little when you were a baby, You like that he has his own special name for you. He lifts you down and sets off, with you walking alongside and he asks about your day.
"Just the usual," you say.
"Was Wayne there," he asks.
"Yeah. Tommy had a try too," you say.
"I'd like to have seen that," he says as you turn into the park, heading towards the ice cream van that's always there. "Do you want to sit on my lap?"
He's only wearing thin shorts with socks over his stumps, and you can see the bulge of his cock. When you climb up, he has to move it and he sits you on his lap, facing out, with his stiff cock against your back. When you get to the van, you stand up to ask the man for two cornets and Gramps passes you the money. You carefully hold the ice creams as you sit down because you know that Gramps will have got his cock out and when you sit down, it will slide right into your cunt.
He drives down to the side of the lake. The path is bumpy and that makes his cock jiggle nicely until he stops and takes his cornet from you. You sit there, enjoying the feeling of his big old cock, while you lick the sprinkles off. "Grampy, why does Wayne finish so quick," you say, between licks. You have to keep licking to stop it running down your arm.
"Well! Partly because he is young, but mostly cos he is selfish. He only cares about himself and doesn't care a bit about whoever he's fucking. Of course, anyone fucking a tight little cunt like yours is gonna have trouble holding back."
You give Grampy's cock a squeeze to make sure he stays hard while you finish your ice creams. "Shall we go home," he asks. When you get back to the park gate, you have to get off, and it makes you giggle to see him trying to hide his stiff cock by pulling his T-shirt down and his shorts up. It's not far to his house and he has a ramp up and a remote to open the door. Inside, he gives you a wet cloth to wipe your face and hands and you follow him into his playroom.
There's all sorts of stuff in there. He has weights to build his muscles and a hoist to help him out of his chair. There is a soft mat on the floor and that's where we end up - both naked, with you sitting on his face so he can lick and suck you. You are nearly fainting from the feelings when he lifts you off and sits up. "Your Uncle Jim said he might come over," he says. "Are you okay with that?"
You shrug, but the thought of Uncle Jim's huge cock makes your insides shiver. "He said he might bring Billy as well," Grampy says. Uncle Jim isn't really an Uncle, he's Grampy's friend from the Army and Billy, who you never met, is his teenage son. He puts his shorts on and hoists himself back into his chair. You slip your dress over your head and you both go into the sitting room.
There's a knock on the door: