More than a Wash?

Sally looked down, seeing the thick, veiny member protruding from the water. She had heard vague stories about it, and she knew what it was, but in the context of her grandfather's request, it seemed like a chore, a weird family quirk she was expected to handle. She reached down, her small, soft hand closing around the shaft.

“It feels... warm”

She whispered, her fingers curling around the wrinkled skin. Her soft, delicate but clumsy touch gently snaked around and pressed enough for the old man to enjoy. Up and down her lathered soft hands move as the room quietly filled with the sounds of the old man's heavy breathing and the squelching of the movement. The old man rests his head back, enjoying the moment as Sally unknowingly pleasures him for a solid minute. It only helps as his old, wrinkly hands found her wide, supple hips as support. Squeezing her young skin while pulling her back slowly, letting her juicy round cheeks grind against his old hips. His cock would throb and slide every now and then against her mushy cheeks.

“It's very warm, my dear”

He groaned, his head falling back further against the tub.

“It needs a lot of attention. Be thorough. Use plenty of soap.”

Sally nodded, her gullibility overriding any instinct of hesitation. She took the soap and began to lather his cock, her movements tentative at first. She rubbed the suds over the head, her thumb swirling around the rim of the glans. The grandfather let out a loud, shaking moan, his hips bucking slightly.

“Does it feel good, Grandpa?”

She asked, her voice innocent and curious.

“It feels like heaven”

He gasped.

“Now... now try to get the soap... all the way inside.”

Sally blinked.

“Inside?”

“Yes”

He lied, his voice sounding strained, as if he were in pain.

“It gets... dusty. It needs a deep cleaning.”

Sally frowned, her desire to be helpful winning out.

“Okay, if it helps..”

She shifted her position, sliding her body forward just enough to get a better angle. She dipped two fingers into the soapy foam and gently pushed them into the opening of his urethra. The grandfather nearly screamed, the sensation of her small fingers probing him sending a wave of pleasure that threatened to end the encounter prematurely. He gripped her hips, his fingers digging into the meat of her thighs to keep her steady.

“That's it... just like that”

He panted.

“But I think... I think the soap is too slippery. I can't feel it. Maybe you should use your other hole... the one that's more... natural.”

Sally looked back at him, confused.

“My other hole?”

He leaned forward, his lips brushing her ear.

“Your little kitty cat or how you call it, Sally. If you wrap it around Grandpa's snake, you can squeeze all the dirt out. It's a special way of washing. Your Papa does it for Grandma.”

“Sally's eyes widened. Really? I didn't know that!”

Of course, he lied, his voice a smooth, manipulative purr.

“It's a family secret. A way to show love and care for your elders. Don't you love your Grandpa?”

“I do! Sally”

exclaimed, her voice bright.

“Then show me”

He whispered, Sally moved with a naive eagerness. She shifted her weight, lifting her hips and guiding his cock toward her entrance. She had never felt something so hard and hot before. As the head of his member pressed against her wet lips, she let out a small, surprised gasp.

“It's so big, Grandpa!”

“It's just right for you”

He groaned.

“Now, just slide down. Slowly.”