Please read the first chapter, Bimbo Dust-Dirty Grandpa 01 before reading this, or some things will not make much sense. Please, no foul language in the comments. All players are over eighteen years old. So now, sit back and enjoy the next chapter in the Bimbo Dust saga.
Bimbo Dust - Dirty Grandpa
Chapter 2.
Debs jumped over her back fence, as she received a call from her new lover, Ernest. Her enhanced breasts jiggled naked under an orange polo neck hoodie, which showed off her stiffened-hard, bullet nipples through the flimsy material. She wore a small, black-and-white G-string and sheer nylon stockings, tripping over her red high heels, as she entered through the back door.
As her husband, Godfrey, looked on from the shed at the end of the garden; hopeless to do anything, but watch his wife through the window; a total cuckold under the power of the bimbo dust. As it was, he would have to do anything Ernest asked him to do, no matter what it was. He could not even get a hard-on anymore.
Debs almost fell through the doorway, as her breasts bounced up and down with every movement. She heard slurping sounds coming from the living room, so she went to investigate-- her eyes widened.
Ernest was in the living room, seated on the sofa. His daughter Bridget 'Birdie' was kneeling beside someone, who looked really familiar to her, in front of him. Both women were taking turns sucking on his long shaft. Ernest looked up. "Mmm, thanks for coming over Debs. We had a visitor last night."
The other figure looked up at her. Debs was quite surprised to see who it was.
"Ooh, hello dear. Just helping Ernie out; been a long time since I have tasted a nice big cock like his. You really need to taste it, so wholesome and yummy," as Debs' mother Betty popped her mouth back onto Ernest's cock, bobbing up and down, humming to herself.
Birdie stood up and grabbed Debs' hand, as she guided her to kneel down beside her mother. Debs could not say no, as they were under the influence of the bimbo dust now and forever.
Debs pulled off her hoodie, exposing her new, large, sensitive breasts. Lightly, Ernest pushed her mother's face against them.
"You need to taste them, mummy. They are so big now, same as yours, I see."
They both giggled like silly schoolgirls, as Betty was encouraged to taste her own daughter's breasts, and like a good pliant bimbo, she did. Her small tongue licked her daughter's large, dark-chocolate nipples, cupping and kneading them.
Birdie carried on sucking on her father's shaft, as she gazed at the mother-daughter incest which made her wet and really horny, like it was normal. He pulled out her mouth, as he felt himself cumming; he could hold back any longer, and he spattered his spunk onto Deb's breasts. Her mother, Betty, started to lick the streaks of Ernest's pure-white spunk from her own daughter's heaving breasts,
Betty traced up to her daughter Debs' mouth, to let her taste the spunk she had in hers. Betty gurgled it like mouthwash, before she spat the old neighbor's cum in her daughter's mouth. Her tongue probed her offspring's mouth, as they swapped spunk between their mouths, enjoying the taste between them.
Ernie grabbed his daughter Birdie, pushing her up against the wall. His hands cupped her now-large breasts, squeezing and kneading them with passion; his thick, manly hands palming her huge, dark areolas.
"Yes, Daddy, make your daughter a wanton bimbo-- use all my orifices. Do what you want to me!" screamed. She was glistening with sweat, as he held her wide hips, her waving, black hair with white streaks in her fringe, covering her face. She felt her father push his hard shaft between her heart-shaped butt cheeks, as her engorged breasts swung with each thrust, and she let out a small whimper each time.
Her head snapped back, her eyes rolled back, and she tried to hold back the lust which was building up deep inside of her-- she wanted her dad to cum deep inside her willing womb. She would do anything for Ernest, her father. "That's it, Daddy, make me your whore. Cum inside me, use this cunt!"
Ernest felt his scrotum tingle, with the release of jets of his dirty-old-man cum deep inside his daughter's cunt. He groaned and grunted as the last few drops made their way deep inside Birdie. She was panting for more, and she felt his cum drip down her legs, making a pool of mixed juices on the wooden floor.
Debs and her mother scrambled to the floor beneath Birdie, where they both started licking the juices off the hardwood slats. As Debs' fingers spread Birdie's butthole, as her long tongue probed it. Her mother, Betty, lay between Birdie's wide thighs, kissing and teasing, her tongue probing her vulva, nipping on her lips, teasing her clit, Birdie was being taken from the front and being rimmed from behind.
She was panting, digging her fingers through Betty's hair forcing her pussy deep into her willing mouth as she popped her daddy's shaft back between her full lips bobbing up and down on it, tasting her own juices on it.
Swirling her little pink tongue, probing his crown, spitting on it with a sloppy mouth, she was so turned on that a mother and daughter were eating her out and rimming her at the same time. And the taste of her Daddy's strong semen overtook her own senses.
She let out a loud grunt as she squirted her juices deep down Betty's mouth; she felt her Daddy Ernest balls contract, as he flooded her mouth at the same time. She swallowed the lot, then her body shuddered in pure bliss, as a roaring orgasm ripped through her entire body.
They were under the influence of the bimbo dust. But where had it come from in the first place?
Debs and her mother Betty crawled to either side of Birdie, and they tasted Ernest's spunk from her willing mouth. They spat it back and forth to each other's willing mouth, enjoying the salty, earthy taste with a hint of honey from Birdie's juice. It was such a wonderful sight.
All of a sudden, they heard something like a child's giggle coming from the corner of the room, but there was nothing there; making them all stop in their tracks.
"Oh, so much sexy fun. Enjoy yourself with my moonshine dust."
It was not a child's voice. He had a strong Irish accent, but there was no one there. Just the voice.
"My name is Seamus Victor Mackie. l am what you humans call a leprechaun; I made the magical dust your grandson Richard nicknamed 'bimbo dust' but it was made in light of the blue moon, with pixies and mythological angels for fun in your world."
A shocking-pink, porkpie hat appeared floating in mid-air. And a pair of small, yellow, cat-like eyes appeared, as a mist formed in the room.
A figure appeared under the pink porkpie hat. He was short, with a large pot belly, crimped ginger locks poked from underneath the hat, His large, bulbous nose and oversized eyebrows, somewhat framed those yellow cat-like eyes. He was wearing a multi-colored jacket, with wide jeans, and blue slip-on shoes.
"So Seamus be me name and fun is the game. You are the third one to be enjoying the dust then, my friend." He scuttled over and sat on the table with his legs crossed.
Ernest was totally shocked. He never believed in the supernatural, but there was a live leprechaun, right there in his living room.
Shaking his head in disbelief, Ernest asked the little leprechaun, "Yes, so what do you want?" He was visibly shaken, as he pulled up his jeans.
But the strange thing was... no one else saw it. They all thought that Ernest was talking and mumbling to himself.
"My life is fading fast now, and the dust is nearly gone. I am only showing you my true form; no one else can see me. This purse of purple is magical; keep the dust in this, and it will double every night. Then if you run out of dust for good, then those under the influence will get their memories back, and you will be found out."
Seamus handed him the purple purse.
Ernest took the purse from his veiny hands, clasping it tightly.
"So enjoy yourself. Remember-- fun, fun, fun; my time is done. You are the owner of the purple purse of bimbo dust."
The leprechaun figure disappeared as quickly as it had appeared, leaving a strong smell wafting in the air, which only Ernest could smell.
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Ernest opened the packet of dust, careful not to spill any, as he emptied it into the purple purse, which seemed to light up and hum, like someone was chanting inside the purse.
He put it in his bedside cabinet, and locked it with a key which he hung around his neck on a gold chain.
Just then, his front doorbell rang. He got up and headed downstairs to open the door. It was a delivery from kink.com.
"Could you please sign here; there are several parcels for you, Mr. Williams."
"Thanks." He took a pen from the phone table, which sat in the hallway opposite the stairs. He stacked the parcels in the hallway for later.
He went into the kitchen, put the kettle on for a cup of tea, thinking that this night may have been just a dream about the leprechaun Seamus. Then he decided to check on the purple purse in his bedside cabinet, just in case he did, in fact, dream the whole leprechaun thing; he headed upstairs to his bedroom.
Godfrey was cleaning the toilet, and cleaning up the mess Ernest made with Debs, Godfrey's wife, and Betty, Godfrey's mother-in-law, last night.
"Right, gimp. Have you transferred all your money to my account? So I can spend it on your wife."
