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Bimbo Dust Dirty Grandpa.
Chapter 1.
It was a Saturday morning, and Ernest was making himself a cup of tea, eating a bit of toast, while waiting for the kettle to boil. He was sixty-seven years old, and had retired from the building trade. He stood six feet tall, still had a full head of brown hair, and gleaming white teeth.
His wife Bea had died from a heart attack a few years ago. One of his daughters, Bridget 'Birdie' Williams, had moved in a few doors down, with his two teenaged granddaughters. His other daughter, Isobel, had moved to Cove Bay with his other grandkids, Ritchie and Samantha. He had not heard from them for a while.
Sitting in his grey shorts, he heard his front door being knocked on. He got up to answer it, wrapping a blue dressing gown around him, so as to not shock the neighbors; they were all pretty nosy.
When he answered the door, a young man in a blue postal uniform handed him a small package. "Could you sign here please, it is a special delivery for Mr. Williams." The postal worker handed him a pen to sign for it.
As he took it inside and placed it on his marble kitchen table, the phone rang; it was Bridget.
"Hey, Dad. I am going shopping; do you want me to pick anything up?"
He thought for a moment, then replied, "No thanks."
"No problem, Dad. See you soon."
Then he hung up. Looking at the package, it was sealed in a tissue box-sized container with a letter. He knew the handwriting. He got a small kitchen knife from the drawer full of cutlery. As he freed the note, it read:
'Dear Gramps, This is for you. I know that you thought about fucking my mom and sister. This dust, which I have nicknamed 'Bimbo Dust', with just a few grains, it changes anyone you wish into pliant, air-headed bimbos, and males, it makes them pliant, too. Just in case you get caught with your pants down. I know you and Grandma used to swing.'
It was signed, 'Richard, your loving Grandson'.
As he sat down and sipped on his tea, listening to the radio he wondered if it was some kind of a hoax. His fingers were tapping the package. He headed upstairs to wash and get dressed, and to think about what he was going to do with it.
Several minutes later, he came downstairs, all cleaned up, smelling of soap, dressed in his old, worn Levi's and a white t-shirt. Slipping on his Nike trainers, he laughed to himself in amusement, thinking about testing the dust on his next-door neighbor.
But the problem was the neighbor's husband, Godfrey. Godfrey Meadows was always complaining about everything, then leaving his wife to cook and clean, while he went to the pub with his buddies, which really annoyed Debs. He had always wanted to fuck Debs, short for Deborah Ann, in front of her whinnying, little gimp of a husband.
As he opened up the package, he found inside a sealed, transparent plastic bag. The contents looked like some sort of white powder, and with it, was a disc with 'play me' written on it. As he went into the living room and switched on the DVD player and inserted the disc. Sitting down on his couch, he hit play on the remote.
He could not believe what he was witnessing-- his own daughter having willing sex with her own children-- incest-- as he watched, his eyes glued to the screen. A few minutes later, As he gagged on a cheese roll he made for his lunch, Ritchie spoke on screen.
"So, this is proof that the bimbo dust works, Gramps. Any time you want to visit us, feel free. We live at the Elwes Mansion estate. Anytime, Grandpa Ernie," his grandson voiced, as his daughter and granddaughter were making out naked together in the background.
It should not have been happening, but he felt himself get hard. Fumbling with his Harley Davidson belt buckle, letting his Levi's fall to the ground, he started to masturbate to what was playing on the DVD player. He could not believe that his own daughter and grandkids were fucking like rabbits.
Then, he could hear the next door arguing about the cleaning up of the house. He thought, 'Enough of this shit,' as he switched off the television set, And and pulled up his pants. 'That arse next door again,' he thought to himself.
He grabbed his grey hoodie and pulled it over his head. And headed outside and went to rap on their door. Ernest was still pretty fit and very powerful. Godfrey answered the door. He was a clean-shaven, shaved-headed young man in his mid forties.
"What do you want, Gramps? The same as she's getting? A smack, old man?" Godfrey said, as he clenched his hand into a fist. But before he could throw a punch, Ernest blew a bit of bimbo dust into his face, and he inhaled it.
His body posture changed. He slumped in a trance-like state, his mouth gaped open.
Then, Ernest spoke, "Hello Godfrey. You will never hit your wife again, do you understand me?"
He nodded without any emotion in his face.
"Now, go clean your house, yourself. And then you can clean mine. Go on then, gimp."
He just nodded.
"Before you go; from now on, you will stay in my shed, as I take your wife and fuck her young brains out. As you will never touch her or any woman. Do I make myself understood?" Ernest said, scowling at Godfrey standing there, not saying a word.
Godfrey went back into his house like a little mouse, leaving the front door open. Ernest followed him in, as he spied Debs bent over scrubbing the floors; her small, frail frame, and long, straggly, permed blonde hair covering her freckled face.
He could not believe what he was about to do, his heart was beating like a train. He sprinkled a few grains of the bimbo dust upon her, as she stood up in horror, seeing this old man looming over her. Then, her face changed from being horrified to smiling.
Her four-foot-nine-inch body changed-- her facial expression changed, her lips got thicker, her greyish eyes widened, her hair became untangled and was braided neatly. Her A-cup breasts expanded to become double-G cups. As they expanded, they burst through her little, pink t-shirt.
Looking up at Ernest, with her take-me-to-bed eyes glinting at him, giggling like a naughty school girl getting into mischief, she wrapped her arms around his head, pulling him down for a kiss. As their lips locked, she pushed her long tongue down his throat for a nice, long snogging session.
With one of her hands inside his Levi's, she yanked the belt off with the other, as she slowly began wanking his shaft, with her small fingers tugging. She whispered in his ear, her breath teasing him, making him hornier than ever. His thumb and fingers were playing and pulling on her stiff, thick, pink nipples, making her moan loudly and writhe with each touch of her new, sensitive breasts-- she just loved them. With him kneading and cupping each of them in turn, she was licking her pouting pink lips, like the cat who got the cream.
"I want to suck and fuck your lovely shaft, Ernie." She dropped to her knees with a thump, her large, engorged, double-G-cup breasts jiggling with her every movement. She engulfed his shaft with her mouth, past her pouting lips, ready to be a total-air-headed bimbo.
This would be the first of many.
Her head began bobbing up and down, her hands clasping his tight balls sacks, lightly squeezing them. Her tongue swirled around his crown, tasting all his pre-cum, which made her even hornier. She had forgotten all about her husband, Godfrey, as she was drooling excessively on his shaft, pushing it deeper, trying to deepthroat Ernest. She even liked the earthy, sweet odor coming from it, as she inhaled the scent.
Ernest pulled out of her mouth and then shouted, "Oi Godfrey the gimp! Get in here! I'm going to show you how to deal with your woman." Then he laughed. "Okay, she's my woman now. Gimp, sit on the chair. No, actually just sit there."
As he pushed her on all fours on the thick, red carpet, grabbing her by her hips, she asked, "Oooh, what are you going to do with me, Big Daddy?"
Ernest lifted her buttocks, and they wobbled, tormenting his cock. She was licking her lips with excitement, and her greyish eyes widened, as she felt his first thrust into her from behind.
"Now tell me, do you like my hard cock inside your tight little pussy?"
She clenched down hard, as he bottomed out inside her. He grabbed her long hair to go deeper into her sweet-smelling pussy, constantly clenching down on his shaft, pushing back against him to force him in deeper.
"Yessss, harder, Ernie; use me, fuck me, I am all yours!" she screamed out, looking at her husband sitting there, just watching his wife being fucked, begging an old guy to fuck her. He could do nothing but watch.
"Aaaah, mmmph, baby, that's a better cock than my husband's!" as her body writhed, with sweat dripping down her body. She was Ernest's bimbo, and she would do anything for him. And her husband, Godfrey; he was his gimp slave.
