An old geezer confesses to oral sex

 

"I got young cunt on my mouth and sweet lips on my willy"

 

Usually our first question to lucky old men such as ol' Bart are of the "who and how" variety. Who's pussy are you banging and how did you get such a young lady to hook up with?

Naturally, we steered the conversation off of 'Depends' and got to the gritty details of what happened later that night. We were shocked.

"Must have been nine o'clock at nine when that darn grandson of mine said he couldn't drive me home and I would have to sleep in the office. I was rather perterbed at first but think some of the young dames felt a little sorry for me, being an older type gentlemen and all.

That's when I remembered that if it wasn't for me, my grandson wouldn't exist, even his dad wouldn't exist. If it wasn't my MY screwing around, over half my family alive today wouldn't exist! So he had something to thank me for."

Bart is a little short of breath, and gets back to us in a few moments.

"You want to know what happened do ya? I laid into those dames like an old pro. 'Pass me the peace pipe' was the first thing I said that got their attention. They were huffing away on some smoke-filled contraption and lighting all up like the Forth of July. I'll be damned if I was going to miss out on all the fun. So I tapped into that Injun smokeweed, 'reefer' I guess you call it, and outsmoked 'em all. Yes, they think they were the first to try this shit. I tell you, it's been around since the dawn of mankind.

Once we were good and high, the orgy started in. I ripped the clothes off of at least two girls before they even got my sausage woken up. Once the clothes were off of them, I think one girl left the room and another started taking her clothes off too. I felt a grand sensation down between my legs and thought I farted. When I looked down, the new girl, I say she wasn't even in college yet or her first year by the looks of her, gave my boney knob a new purpose in life. She woke up the wood with her sweet little mouth. Before I could instruct her, some other dame put her fresh little cunt in my face. What surprised me the most was it was shaved all strange, you know, like a symbol. Injun or cock-eyed symbol or such. I didn't care none and pulled out my dentures with my left and grabbed that son-bitch with my right. I ate her cunt raw and later found out 'You're not telling this to him, right?' that it was my damn grandson's ex girlfriend. She came to the party to start a ruckus. Maybe she did. I don't know, I fell asleep about an hour later. When I woke up, I was home.

It was some of the best sex of my goddamn life. Eating that cunt reminded me of biting into a juicy, perfectly ripe red apple. What the bird down below did to me? Sweet Jesebel. I think she had a finger where the sun don't shine if you know what I mean. Boy she enjoyed it though, we all did."

Being stranded, smoking grass, and then engaging in a three-on-one gangbang is a situation we can only wish ourselves in one day. We thanked Bartholomew and gave him a gift for his time, paid for by our own member donations, a phat subscription to Hustler and all the pussy flavored candy he could eat!

We thanked Ralph and then directed him to our willing girls in the office.

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