Dirty Grandpa Part 5

Steve knew the timing. Waited outside that club until Kristen Scott walked out and caught her eye with that craggy, salt-and-pepper grin. One line, one cab ride, and suddenly they’re tumbling into his apartment, clothes half-off, when they stumble over me kneeling by the late wife’s lingerie drawer. I’d come to swipe those antique silicone cocks she kept under silk, ashamed but too late. Steve didn’t call the cops. Instead he glanced at the blonde he just brought home, then back at me, and a slow smile cracked across his face. “You’re blood,” he said, “so take what’s yours. And bring the pretty thing with you.” Kristen dropped to her knees like she already knew how the night would end. I smeared the biggest dildo with lube, bent her forward over the bed and worked it in slow, burying it to the hilt until she groaned through clenched teeth. Steve watched from the leather chair, knuckles white on the armrest. She came fast—face down, ass up, thighs shaking—so I shoved the second toy against her tongue, making her taste herself before we switched places. My turn: Kristen spread me open, tongue teasing the tight ring of my ass before sliding two fingers in while she fucked my cunt with Bertha’s favorite jade-colored cock. The angle had me cursing. When Steve finally stood, he didn’t ask; just shed his robe, cock already thick and leaking, and fed the head between my lips. I gagged once, swallowed, and that was the last time either of us hesitated. He fucked my throat while Kristen kept pumping me from behind until I came hard enough to spit him out and collapse. We kept trading—his tongue on her clit, mine on his balls, Kristen sucking cum out of my cunt after he finished inside. I ended up on all fours, tongue buried in Kristen’s soaked pussy while Steve sank into my ass with long, deliberate strokes. When we finished he lit a cigarette, naked on the sheets, and told me sharing is caring. I learned. And I fucking came.