The sun-warmed slats of the park bench pressed into Albert’s 82-year-old back, a familiar, almost comforting sensation. He was adrift in his daily ritual—the soft rustle of leaves, the distant laughter of children, the heavy, lonely silence that had been his companion for twelve long years. Twelve years since his lovely wife Catherine passed away. It felt like a lifetime and a blink all at once. He closed his eyes, letting the dappled light play across his eyelids and took a deep breath. Relaxing on the park bench was the routine that he loved the most, the only time of the day when he felt peaceful. All the people around him were busy and in a hurry and he just sat there, observing them in their day to day activities. It's like he was invisible to them. Just a man that's waiting for his last day to come.
“Excuse me, are you Albert?”
The voice was like honey, warm and sweet, cutting through his reverie. He opened his eyes, and the world tilted. A young woman stood before him, backlit by the afternoon sun, turning her tousled blonde hair into a halo. She was stunning. Tanned skin glowed against a simple white top, and black leggings clung to legs that seemed to go on forever. A smile played on her full, pink lips. She was fit and toned. Although he couldn't see it, he knew her ass was round and bubbly. You can make that assumption just by looking at the girl's thighs. And he was already expert on that since he sat in the park every day, carefully observing women that were running or jogging.
“Yes?” he managed, his voice a dry whisper. How does she know my name?
“How are you today?” she asked cheerfully. He noticed that she smelled of coconut.
"Oh, umm, I am better now, haha," he said, trying to compliment her. How come a bombshell like this is even talking to me? What's happening here? He was completely stunned.
“Your grandson, Jake… he sent me.”
Albert blinked, confusion clouding his mind.
“Jake? Sent you? For what?”
She leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper that sent a shiver down his spine.
“As a gift. He wanted you to have… some company. Special company.”
The meaning dawned on him slowly, then all at once. His heart, an old drum he’d thought long-silenced, began a frantic, heavy rhythm against his ribs. A gift. From Jake. The audacity of it! The sheer, terrifying, exhilarating thought of it. He should be scandalized. He should get up and walk away. But he was rooted to the spot, his gaze locked on her two big tits that wanted to jump out of her shirt.
Jake was his beloved grandson and he always told him to find someone to spend his days so he is not lonely after his wife passed away. But Jake always said that his neighbor, Mrs. Lisa would be a perfect match. And she is 75 years old while this girl was much, much younger.
“My name’s Chloe,” she said cheerfully.
“And I think we should skip the small talk, don’t you? Jake said you’re a man who appreciates… directness.”
"Umm, yes, but umm," he said confused. He has never been in such a situation. What should I do here?
Before he could form another coherent thought, she looked around her and right there, in the middle of the public park, with the hum of life continuing around them she did something he never thought would happen to him. Her hands went to the waistband of her leggings. Albert’s breath hitched. Oh, she is not going to do that here.
She was. With a smooth, practiced motion, she peeled the tight black fabric down her hips, over the glorious curve of her ass, down her toned thighs, and stepped out of them. The white top followed, lifted over her head in one fluid motion and dropped carelessly onto the bench beside him. She giggled and clasped her hands together in front of her, her fingers interlaced demurely, before swaying her hips left and right in a teasing rhythm, showcasing the full, jiggling perfection of her bubble butt and the way the pink g-string framed it like a tantalizing invitation.
And then she was standing before him, bathed in sunlight, in nothing but a set of shocking pink lingerie—a color so vivid and electric it stunned him, nothing like the drab whites, blacks, or pastels of his youth, when g-strings and bras came in safe, conservative hues that matched the era's modesty. The bra was struggling to contain her full breasts, the bright pink fabric straining against their fullness in a way that felt utterly modern and forbidden. But it was the back… the back was a masterpiece. He had never seen an ass like that. Just whoa! The pink g-string was a mere whisper of silk, cutting deep between the two perfect, tanned hemispheres of her ass, that shocking hue popping against her skin like a neon dream he never knew existed back in his days. It was a bubble butt, toned and round and so utterly alive it made his mouth go dry. She turned slightly, giving him the full profile.
“Well?” Chloe purred, looking at him over her shoulder.
“Aren’t you going to say hello?”
Albert could only stare, a torrent of heat rushing through his veins, pooling low in his belly. It was a feeling he hadn’t experienced in decades, a raw, primal surge of desire that left him lightheaded. This can't be real. I need to pinch myself.
He looked around to see if someone was watching but then he realized, he doesn't even care. Let them watch. Every man in that park would trade positions with him at that time. How often does a bubble butt goddess comes to you and asks you this?
“Go on,” she encouraged, her voice softening just a touch.
“Touch it. I don’t bite. Unless you want me to, haha.”
A playful grin.
“Jake told me it’s been a long time. You probably haven’t touched an ass like this in… well, ever.”
That broke the spell. A choked laugh escaped him, part disbelief, part unbridled joy. She’s right. God, she’s so right. He stood up and with a trembling hand that felt both alien and intensely familiar, he reached out. The space between his fingers and her skin crackled with anticipation.
He let his palm hover for a second, then made contact.
The warmth of her skin was a shock. It was smooth, so smooth, like sun-kissed silk over solid, supple muscle. He let his hand settle on the full curve of her right cheek, his fingers splaying. The sheer, intoxicating fullness of it, the resilient give under his touch… it was ecstasy. A low, involuntary groan rumbled in his chest. So this is how it feels like to be on top of the world huh?
Her ass is so firm and round, and bubbly and smooth and... Oh dear God I want this moment to freeze. He remembered how many times he had been watching beautiful women jogging and walking past him when he sat on that bench and how many times he wanted this to happen to him. And now it's happening. He has to embrace it, he has to fully enjoy and live through this moment. This is even better than when he was young. Women were not like this when he was in his youth. Not at all. They were conservative, shy and tamed. He did not like that one bit. You couldn't see a woman with an ass like this back in the day, not a goddamn chance. Even if she had one, she wouldn't just flaunt it like this slut does.
He felt the pressure in his pants rising while he squeezed and played with her round butt. Thank you Jake, thank you, thank you, thank you! He repeated this over and over in his mind while being mesmerized with the view that was in front of him.
He was exultant. A wild, giddy happiness exploded inside him, burning away the loneliness, the grief, the quiet despair of a decade. This was a gift, yes, but it was more. It was a resurrection.
She was just giggling and looking at him with a big smile. He was completely lost in the view, and she was proud of herself because she knew that she had him enchanted with her glorious behind. She would lift her heels up from the ground and move them back down quickly, causing her soft bubble butt to shake while she watched him enjoy it. He was like a little child who had found his favorite toy.
“That’s it, Albert,” Chloe murmured, pushing back gently.
“You like playing with my ass, huh? Yeah you do you dirty old perv!”
"Oh yes doll! And I don't just want to play with that ass," he said that confidently and with a smirk.
"Mmm, I want to see what you've got grandpa!" she said that mockingly, knowing that this should make him aroused and more physical towards her.
"Oh I'll see if you will be so confident when I put something into that tight butthole of yours," he said that while grabbing her waist.
"Oh yeah? You think you can handle me, old timer?" she teased, her voice a sultry challenge. She arched her back, pressing her bubble butt harder against his palms, the pink g-string riding up even further between her cheeks. The fabric was so thin it might as well not exist, and Albert could feel the heat radiating from her skin, the subtle quiver of her muscles under his touch.
He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that surprised even him. Where had this boldness come from? Decades of pent-up frustration, maybe, or just the sheer absurdity of the moment igniting something primal.
"Handle you? Doll, I've been dreaming about an ass like yours since before you were born."
Chloe's eyes lit up with wicked delight at his words, her body still arched provocatively against him. She pulled away just enough to spin around, facing him with a coy smile that promised more.
"Dreaming, huh? Well, let's make it real then," she purred, her hands pressing lightly on his shoulders.
"Sit down on that bench, old timer—right now. I want you to feel every inch of this ass grinding on your lap."
Albert's legs obeyed before his mind caught up, buckling as he sank back onto the sun-warmed wood, his heart racing. Chloe didn't hesitate; she turned her back to him again, swaying her hips seductively before lowering herself onto his thighs, her round, bubbly cheeks settling firmly against the bulge in his pants. The heat of her skin seeped through the fabric, and she began to roll her hips in slow, deliberate circles, the thin pink g-string teasing as it rode up, making him groan with the exquisite friction.
Albert's hands instinctively roamed to her cheeks, squeezing the firm, tanned flesh with growing fervor. Unable to resist, he drew back one hand and delivered a sharp slap to her right cheek, the crack echoing softly in the park air, watching with delight as the skin rippled and reddened slightly under the impact.
She liked that he finally started to play this game, arching her back further to encourage him, the sting only heightening her teasing rhythm as he alternated slaps between both sides, each one sending jolts of pleasure through them both.
"You love this ass so much? Then get a closer look," she commanded playfully, pulling him forward and down until his face was buried between her warm, tanned cheeks, the scent of her skin and arousal enveloping him completely. He inhaled deeply, his tongue instinctively darting out to taste the smooth flesh, lost in the intoxicating softness as she pressed back, smothering him in her perfect curves while continuing to rock against his throbbing bulge.
"Fuck yes — this ass is pure perfection, I could worship it all day," before diving back in with renewed hunger, exploring every inch while his cock strained painfully against his pants.
"God, doll, this ass is driving me wild—but let me see that tight little butthole of yours hiding behind that skimpy g-string," he rasped, his fingers already hooking under the thin pink fabric, ready to tug it aside and reveal her most forbidden spot right there in the park's open air.
"There it is—wow, look at this tight little pink butthole, so perfect and winking at me like it's begging for attention," Albert breathed in awe as he tugged the g-string fully aside.
Albert's awe deepened as his gaze drifted lower, his fingers gently parting her smooth, shaven lips to reveal her glistening pink pussy, slick with arousal and completely bare—not a single hair in sight, just like the modern vixens he'd fantasized about but never encountered in his conservative youth.
"Damn, doll, you're shaved clean as a whistle down here—nothing like the bushy messes from back in my day," he murmured appreciatively, his thumb circling her swollen clit before dipping a finger inside her tight, wet heat, exploring the velvety walls that clenched around him.
"I love a shaved slut like you; makes everything so much hotter, so much easier to devour," he added with a gravelly chuckle.
Albert's muffled voice came hot against her skin as he pulled back just enough to speak, his breath ragged.
"God, I love young sluts like you—tight, shameless, built for this," he growled, one hand squeezing her cheek hard while the other gripped her hip.
"I want to bury my cock deep in that perfect ass, I cannot wait any longer."
Chloe shivered at his words, her arousal spiking, but then she glanced around—the park paths, the distant figures, the risk suddenly sharp.
"Mmm, I want that too, grandpa," she whispered, grinding down once more before standing and tugging him up.
"But we can't do more here... let's get to your place before someone calls the cops. Lead the way—I’m not done with you yet."
They hurried the short distance from the park to Albert's modest house, but Albert walked with a newfound swagger, his chest puffed out in pride as he escorted this stunning young goddess by his side, feeling like the king of the world after decades of invisibility. His hand rested possessively just above her ass, fingers splaying across the small of her back, close enough to feel the sway of her hips and the jiggle of those perfect cheeks with every step, a bold claim that screamed "she's with me" to anyone watching.
As they passed by, Chloe pressed her body firmly against Albert's side, her arm looped through his and her hip bumping playfully into his with every step, making it clear to everyone that this bombshell was willingly with the old man, giggling like a slut the whole way—high-pitched and breathless, as if the stares only fueled her naughty thrill. Every man they encountered stared openly—jaws dropping, eyes wide with envy and disbelief at the sight of the octogenarian with the bombshell blonde—while the women shot disgusted glares, lips curling in judgment or perhaps jealousy, but Albert just smiled broadly, his grin wide and unapologetic, reveling in the scandalous attention like a man reborn.
The air between them remained thick with anticipation, his occasional squeeze confirming she was indeed real, until the door barely clicked shut behind them before Chloe spun on him, her eyes gleaming with that same mischievous fire.
"Sit down in that armchair over there, gramps," she commanded, pointing to the worn leather chair by the window, her voice a mix of authority and playfulness. Albert obeyed, sinking into the cushions with a grin, his pulse racing as she peeled off her leggings and top in one fluid, teasing strip, leaving her in just that shocking pink lingerie.
Now on all fours on the soft carpet in front of him, Chloe arched her back deeply, her round, bubbly ass thrust high in the air, shaking it side to side with hypnotic rhythm—the cheeks jiggling enticingly, the g-string disappearing between them like an invitation.
"Look at you, gramps, staring at my perfect bubble butt—tell me, is that old cock of yours rock hard yet from watching me twerk like this?" she purred, glancing over her shoulder with a wicked smile, her hips swaying faster.
"Think you can last long buried deep in an ass this tight and juicy? Mmm, I bet you can't, but God, I want to suck that grandpa dick so bad right now—get it all wet and throbbing before you claim what's yours. How bad do you want to fuck this young slut's hole, huh?"
Albert's eyes narrowed with a mix of amusement and raw hunger as he leaned forward in the chair, his voice dropping to a gravelly whisper laced with filth. He started to play her little game.
"Oh, you think this old cock can't handle your tight little slut hole, huh? I'll show you what a real ass pounding is you whore!"
Chloe's laughter bubbled up, low and throaty, as she rose from her all-fours position on the carpet, her body moving with feline grace toward him. She straddled his lap in one fluid motion, her warm thighs clamping around his, the heat of her core pressing against his leg as she began to grind slowly, the friction building with each roll of her hips. Her lips found his neck, kissing and nipping at the weathered skin there, her breath hot against his ear as she whispered taunts between sucks.
Albert groaned, his hands gripping her waist tightly, pulling her closer.
"That's right, you little slut—I'm going to fully use this gift from my grandson, every damn inch of you," he murmured, his voice thick with desire, one hand sliding up to tangle in her hair while the other smacked her ass again for emphasis.
Chloe's grinding intensified, her soaked g-string rubbing against his thigh as she kissed his neck harder, but then she slid off his lap with a wicked grin, sinking gracefully to her knees between his legs on the carpet. Her hands eagerly undid his pants, freeing his cock which sprang out thick and veined, surprising her with its size and rock-hard rigidity for a man his age—she let out a gasp, her eyes widening as she wrapped her fingers around it, feeling it throb hotly in her palm.
"Holy shit, gramps, you're hung," she murmured appreciatively, her eyes widening at the sight before leaning in.
Albert chuckled through his groan, his voice rough with arousal as he tangled his fingers in her hair.
"Yeah, doll, I've got a special gift for young sluts like you—now show me how much you appreciate it."
With that, her full lips parted to take him deep into her mouth, throat relaxing as she deepthroated him in one smooth motion, her tongue swirling around the shaft while bobbing rhythmically. Albert threw his head back against the chair, moaning deeply, his world dissolving into pure ecstasy—a universe of forgotten pleasure where time stood still, his hands fisting in her blonde hair as waves of bliss crashed over him, erasing everything but the wet, sucking heat enveloping him.
Albert's eyes fluttered open after a moment of blissful surrender, locking onto the sight of Chloe's blonde head bobbing between his legs, her perfect bubble butt swaying slightly as she worked him over with expert precision—he wanted to freeze this exact instant, etch it into eternity, because this was the pinnacle every man secretly craved in life: a flawless, ass-goddess of a blonde slut deepthroating your cock with unbridled enthusiasm. Isn't that the ultimate rush, the best damn feeling in the world, he thought hazily, a surge of pure, unadulterated joy flooding him as her throat tightened around his length? In that suspended bubble of ecstasy, he wouldn't trade places with anyone—not a king, not a billionaire, not even his younger self—for this was his resurrection, his heaven made real.
As the waves of pleasure subsided slightly, Albert's mind raced back to the countless porn videos he'd secretly watched in recent years, hidden away in the quiet of his nights, fueling fantasies he never thought possible—sluts deepthroating massive cocks, getting face-fucked until tears streamed, rimming asses with wild abandon, things unimaginable in his youth when sex was vanilla, missionary under the covers with the lights off. God, he wanted to try it all now, right here with this willing bombshell, to live out every filthy scene that had kept him hard and yearning.
With a wicked grin, he lifted her chin up from his cock, locking eyes as he shoved two thick fingers deep into her mouth, making her gag and drool around them; then, pulling them out slick, he slapped her cheeks a few times—sharp, stinging smacks that made her gasp and smile through the redness—before guiding her lower, stuffing his heavy balls into her mouth where they barely fit, stretching her lips obscenely as she sucked and tongued them eagerly. Not satisfied, he lifted his legs high, exposing himself fully, and commanded hoarsely,
"Now lick my ass, you dirty slut—show this old man what you are made for," Albert commanded in a gravelly voice thick with lust, his legs lifted high and trembling slightly from the strain, exposing his most vulnerable spot to her eager mouth as he gripped the arms of the chair for support. Chloe dove in without hesitation, her soft, blonde hair brushing against his thighs as she pressed her face deeper between his cheeks, her hot breath teasing his skin before her tongue made contact—circling the tight, puckered hole with slow, deliberate laps at first, then probing insistently, flicking and swirling with fervent intensity that made his body arch off the seat.
The sensation was fucking electric, shocks of raw pleasure shooting up his spine like fireworks, his toes curling and uncurling involuntarily as waves of forbidden ecstasy rippled through him, her saliva slicking everything, the wet sounds of her devoted rimming filling the room alongside his guttural moans and gasps. It was filthy, depraved, something straight out of those late-night porn marathons he'd indulged in alone, but feeling it for real—her tongue delving deeper, massaging the sensitive rim with expert pressure—made his cock twitch back to life, throbbing against his belly as sweat beaded on his wrinkled skin.
In that haze of bliss, Albert's mind wandered to his buddies from the bowling club, those old codgers like him who swapped stories over beers about their glory days and grumbled about their sexless retirements; oh, how he couldn't wait to brag about this tomorrow night, to watch their jaws drop as he described in vivid detail how this young, bubble butt bombshell had him splayed out and worshipping his ass like a goddess at an altar, turning their envy into the sweetest revenge for all the years they'd teased him about being a lonely widower.
But damn, it was a shame he wouldn't be able to show them Chloe's magnificent ass in the flesh, to parade her in front of them like a trophy, watching their eyes bulge as she bent over and shook that perfect, bubbly masterpiece, the pink g-string framing it just so; they'd turn green with envy, stammering excuses about their own dried-up lives, and he'd revel in it, knowing this was his secret triumph they'd never match.
Satisfied for the moment with her fervent rimming, Albert lowered his legs slowly, his thighs framing her face as he shifted in the chair, guiding her head upward with a firm grip on her hair.
"Enough of that, slut—back to sucking this cock like the hungry whore you are," he growled, forcing her mouth onto his throbbing shaft, feeding it to her inch by inch until her lips stretched wide around the base, her throat bulging as she gagged and swallowed. He slapped her cheek lightly at first, then harder—a sharp, stinging crack that made her eyes water and her moans vibrate around him—alternating sides as he thrust rhythmically,
"Take it all, you filthy little tease," his palm connecting again and again, turning her tanned skin pink while she eagerly bobbed, drool spilling down her chin in submission.
"Oh fuck, yes—today's sluts are the best, you know that? You young whores really know how to suck a cock, taking it all like a pro," he groaned, his voice hoarse with pleasure, hips bucking slightly as he lost himself in the wet, rhythmic suction, the world fading to nothing but her eager mouth and the building fire in his veins.
As Chloe's throat constricted around his shaft, working him with expert, sloppy suction, Albert's hips bucked forward instinctively, driving his cock deeper and harder into her mouth, the tip hitting the back of her throat with each thrust.
She gagged softly but took it like a champ, her eyes watering as she looked up at him, feeling the telltale swell and twitch of his veined length, the veins pulsing hotter—she knew he was teetering on the edge, about to explode down her throat any second.
"That's it, you filthy slut—take it all," he grunted, his hands gripping her head tighter, forcing the rhythm faster as his body tensed in anticipation.
His thrusts grew erratic, his cock swelling impossibly thicker in Chloe's throat as the pressure built to a shattering peak, his groans turning into guttural roars. Just as the first spasm hit, he yanked himself free from her sucking mouth with a wet pop, gripping the base hard and aiming at her upturned face—ropes of thick, hot cum erupting across her cheeks, lips, and chin in heavy spurts.
"Take it all, you filthy cumslut—I'm painting that pretty slut face," he snarled, milking every drop while stroking himself furiously, the sight of her glazed features fueling his filthy tirade. Chloe moaned loudly, her tongue darting out to catch what she could, her eyes locked on his as she gasped,
"Oh yeah, give me that hot cum, you fucking dinosaur—unload all over this slutty face, I want every drop from your big old balls!"
Albert's eyes flashed with a mix of mock anger and lingering lust as Chloe's words hung in the air, his cum still glistening on her face, some of it dripping onto her tongue where she eagerly swallowed it down with a satisfied moan, the salty taste making her shiver. He couldn't help but let his gaze drop to her heaving chest, those full, perky tits bouncing slightly with her movements —God, they were magnificent, round and firm in a way that made his old heart skip, nothing like the softer curves he'd known in his youth.
"Dinosaur, huh? You cheeky little slut—think you can tease me like that and get away with it?" he growled, wiping a strand from her cheek before grabbing her arms and hauling her up from her knees with surprising strength, pulling her flush against his body, her tits pressing warmly against his chest. She squealed in delight as he scooped her up sideways in a bridal carry, her body perpendicular to his with her legs draped over one arm and her back supported by the other, allowing his hands to grip her thigh and ass firmly as he balanced her weight.
"Oh no, we're not done yet—far from it. I'm not finished with my grandson's gift; this old dinosaur's got plenty left in him. Time for the real action—I'm taking you to the bedroom and fucking that tight ass until you can't walk straight." With that, he carried her down the hall, kicking open the door to his modest bedroom, the promise of more debauchery thick in the air.
Albert tossed Chloe onto the bed with a grunt, her body bouncing on the worn mattress, her tits jiggling enticingly as she landed on her back and then rolled onto her stomach. She laughed breathlessly, propping herself up on her elbows, but before she could say a word, he was on her—his hand wrapping around her throat in a firm but not choking grip, just enough to make her eyes widen with excitement.
"You like playing games, slut?" he murmured, his free hand coming down hard on her ass with a sharp slap that echoed in the room, leaving a pink handprint on her tanned cheek.
She yelped, arching her back, her body responding with a flood of heat.
They locked eyes for a moment, the air charged, before he leaned down and captured her lips in a hungry kiss, his tongue invading her mouth with decades of pent-up passion.
Chloe moaned into it, her hands roaming his back, pulling him closer as they tangled on the sheets. She pushed him gently until he lay back, his head hitting the pillow, and she straddled him, her thighs clamping around his hips. Leaning down, she trailed kisses along his neck, nipping at the wrinkled skin, her breath hot against his ear.
"Mmm, you taste good, grandpa," she whispered, sliding lower, her lips brushing his chest, his stomach, until she reached his semi-hard cock, taking it into her mouth with a slow, teasing suck.
Albert groaned, his hands fisting in her hair as she bobbed her head, her tongue swirling around the tip. But he wasn't content to let her set the pace—he bucked his hips upward, thrusting deeper into her throat, face-fucking her with rhythmic intensity.
Suddenly, he yanked her off with a firm tug on her hair, her mouth leaving his cock with a wet pop, strings of saliva dangling as he slapped her cheek sharply—a stinging crack that made her gasp and her eyes sparkle with excitement.
"Harder, you filthy slut—suck it like you mean it," he growled, before shoving her head back down roughly, forcing her to engulf him deeper and faster, her throat convulsing around him as he resumed his relentless, punishing thrusts.
"That's it, you dirty little whore—take it all, you cock-hungry bitch," he snarled, the names spilling out in a gravelly voice that surprised even him, fueling her moans around his shaft as she gagged slightly but pushed through, her eyes watering with effort.
Pulling out with a wet pop, Albert flipped her over roughly onto all fours, her ass high in the air like an offering. He positioned himself behind her, rubbing his now rock-hard cock against her slick pussy before sliding in with one deep thrust, filling her completely.
"Fuck, your pussy is so tight," he panted, pounding into her doggy style, his hands gripping her hips as the bed creaked under them.
Chloe cried out, pushing back to meet each stroke, her tits swaying with the force. He kept up the relentless rhythm, sweat beading on his brow, until she was trembling on the edge.
Breathless and slick with sweat, Chloe glanced back at him with a wicked grin.
"That's all you got, old timer?" she teased in a belittling purr, her voice dripping with mock disappointment as she clenched her pussy around him tighter, challenging him to go harder.
He then slapped her ass hard, the sharp crack echoing through the room as her cheek jiggled and turned a deeper pink, eliciting a sharp yelp from Chloe that quickly melted into a throaty moan.
"Oh fuck, yes—pound me harder, grandpa!" she gasped, arching her back further to meet his intensified thrusts, her tight pussy clenching around his cock like a vice as he gripped her hips with bruising force and started pounding harder, his balls slapping against her with each savage drive.
Albert growled in response, sweat dripping down his brow as he lost himself in the rhythm, the bed creaking protest under the assault, her cries fueling his vigor like nothing else—decades of frustration unleashing in this raw, unrelenting fuck that had her trembling and begging for more.
"Wait, grandpa—let me show you something wild. Lay me down upside down on the edge of the bed so you can fuck my throat like it's my pussy."
Albert's eyes lit up—he'd never heard of such a thing back in his day, no porn or wild ideas like that floating around, and the novelty of it sent a fresh surge of arousal through him.
"Hell yes you slut — let's do it," he agreed eagerly.
She repositioned herself, lying on her back with her head hanging off the edge of the mattress, her mouth open wide. He stood over her, sliding his cock down her throat in deep, measured thrusts, her gurgles and moans vibrating around him as he face-fucked her inverted, loving how her tits pointed skyward and her body arched in submission.
After pulling out, leaving her gasping and strings of saliva trailing, Albert couldn't resist her ass any longer. He flipped her onto her stomach, his fingers diving between her cheeks, probing and fingering her tight hole while he leaned down to eat her out, his tongue lapping at the puckered entrance with surprising fervor.
Chloe writhed, moaning loudly.
"Oh God, yes—eat that ass, you filthy old man!"
Satisfied with her wetness, he mounted her again doggy style, this time pressing the head of his cock against her asshole and pushing in slowly, inch by inch, until he was buried deep. He fucked her ass with steady, powerful strokes, the tightness gripping him like a vice.
Gripping her firm ass cheeks with both hands, he spread them wide to watch himself slide in and out, the sight fueling his dominance as he thought about how incredible it felt to be on top, buried deep in somebody's ass, controlling every thrust and rhythm—especially over a dumb bimbo like her, giggling and moaning like a mindless toy, completely at his mercy.
Suddenly, the pressure built to an unbearable peak, and he slapped her ass hard with a resounding crack that made her yelp and clench tighter around him.
"Oh fuck—I'm gonna cum on your slut face—come here, come here you bimbo, let me shower you!" he gasped in a hurried, breathless rush, pulling out abruptly and flipping her around with frantic urgency.
Finally, with a guttural roar, Albert pulled out and flipped her around, stroking himself furiously until he came hard on her face, thick ropes of cum splattering across her cheeks, lips, and tits in hot, sticky bursts.
Chloe licked what she could reach, her tongue darting out to savor the salty-sweet essence, giggling in satisfaction before murmuring breathlessly,
"Mmm, your cum tastes so much better than other guys'—thicker, richer, like it's got that aged depth no young buck could match."
They both collapsed onto the bed, panting and spent, her head resting on his chest while he stroked her hair lazily, the room filled with the heavy scent of sex.
A knock at the door pulled them from their haze—Jake, his grandson, had arrived right on time. Albert and Chloe exchanged a quick, panicked glance, and hurried to dress. Albert snatched his discarded pants and shirt from the floor, fumbling with buttons and zipper in a rush, while Chloe wiped her face hastily with the sheet before slipping back into her pink lingerie, leggings, and top, her movements swift and practiced, giggling under her breath at the absurdity.
Once somewhat presentable—though still flushed and disheveled—they shared a conspiratorial wink before Albert shuffled to answer, greeting Jake with a broad, grateful smile.
"Kid, you have no idea what you've done for me today—thank you, from the bottom of my heart. Best gift an old man could ask for."
Jake chuckled, stepping inside, his eyes widening at the sight. Albert, beaming with pride, grabbed Chloe's ass cheek firmly, giving it a squeeze.
"This right here," Albert declared with a triumphant grin, jiggling her firm, bubbly flesh for emphasis, "is the best damn gift a man could ever get—better than any lottery win or fancy car, grandson. Feel that perfection; it's like heaven in your hand."
"Come on, try it—feel how perfect this bubble butt is. It's like nothing you've ever touched."
Jake hesitated but reached out, palming her cheek with a grin, while Chloe just giggled like a dumb slut, wiggling her hips invitingly.
Not done showing off, Albert spread her ass cheeks wide, exposing her tight, pink asshole.
"Look at that—tight as a drum, even after all that. This girl's a keeper."
Chloe laughed again, batting her lashes dumbly, loving the attention as the two men admired her.
Albert's hand shot out playfully, wrapping around Chloe's slender neck in a light, possessive grip that made her gasp and giggle even more, her eyes sparkling with feigned innocence as he tilted her head back toward Jake.
"And check out these lips and that throat, grandson—plump as ripe fruit and deep enough to swallow a man whole; she's built for this," he boasted with a gravelly chuckle, treating her like a prized cut of meat on display, before pulling her in for a deep, sloppy kiss, his tongue claiming her mouth right in front of Jake as if she were nothing more than a toy to showcase and share.
Chloe melted into it, moaning softly against his lips, her body arching instinctively while Jake watched, the air thick with the old man's triumphant presentation of her as mere flesh for admiration.
As Chloe gathered her things, slipping out the door with a final blown kiss, Albert and Jake waved her off from the porch, watching her sashay away. Back inside, over a cup of coffee, Albert clapped his grandson on the back.
"Jake, that was incredible—definitely want to do this again. Soon. You've brought this old man back to life."
