Who’s afraid of a little ageplay phone sex? Not me, that’s for sure. I don’t care how young or old a creamy, cunt loving cock is, if it looks good enough to eat it’s good enough to fuck! Call me a teeny slut if you want, I don’t care. I love to take pussy pleasing dicks and ass stretching schlongs in my hot fuck holes, it doesn’t matter who owns them as long as they’re perfect.
My best friend Starla feels the same way I do. She wants to fuck every prize winning peen she can find and goes out of her way to suss them out from all the rest. She showed up at my place the other day saying that she found the perfect prick for both of us to play with. No doubt, I was totally interested and didn’t hesitate to hop in her ride so she could escort me toward that trophy cock.
Imagine my surprise when we arrived at the old folks home. I have to admit, I was skeptical at first but Starla told me to trust her and made her way inside with a skip in her step. She’s never led me astray before so I followed, hot on her skinny little tail. She signed us in at the front desk with a nurse who obviously knew her and hopped her way down a long corridor with me in tow.
We reached a room at the end of the hall and Starla just opened the door and walked inside. “Hi, Grandpa!” she said with a wave and a smile as she jaunted over and sat on his lap. This guy was gone, he couldn’t recognize his own reflection let alone the fact that Starla was not his granddaughter. She kissed him on the cheek and told him “We’re going for a walk!” as she pulled him out of his recliner and ushered him out of the room. I was unsure at first, but when he stood up the tent that he pitched in his pajama pants was perfect, a great pop-up just right for three person fun, so I couldn’t resist.
We hiked on the trails behind the home a bit until we found a secluded opening by a golden pond. We both grabbed his thick old hog and started kissing him together, working his ears, neck and chest with our moist mouths as we jointly jerked his geriatric joint. He moaned and groaned and occasionally uttered some crazy shit like “Hotdogs for humdingers!” and “Tuesday is a whopper!” between his glip-gloppy gibberish. Starla laughed but I think that meant he liked it. To help him get real good and hard, I sucked his expired meat into my whore mouth and blew him like the slut I am, making his shaft so hard it’s like my spit was liquid Viagra!
From there we took turns fucking his newly reinvigorated love vein in whatever position we wanted. He didn’t move around much so we had to do all of the work, but Starla and I don’t mind. We know exactly how to work a perfectly curved semen slinger and ground our soft sweetheart snatches all over his old, weary bone.
We had to stop right in the middle of a pulse pounding double cowgirl face and cock ride because the old fart started yelling “They took my trousers! MY TROUSERS!” We totally weren’t going to wait around to see who was going to come check on him so we got the fuck out of there real quick! I hope somebody found the old coot. It’d be a shame if that dong died off!
My best friend’s mom was having a huge party this weekend. She said it was for mature ladies and gentlemen but she needed a couple of young bratty bitches to come over and serve her guests until midnight. But me and my bestie would have to leave and go back to my place at exactly midnight! We were to wear little cocktail dresses and thigh highs and heels. She said it was a special kind of party and if some of the guests felt us up we would have to just take it and she would pay us handsomely! 
