Grandpas fuck a black teen

Bill, John, Jeff and I, I’m Paul, all live in the same retirement apartment complex here in San Diego. Over the past year or so we have all become good friends. Jeff and I are widowers, Bill was several times divorced and John had never been married. Now we spend a lot of time together. We eat together in the dining room, we play cards, we go on many of the group bus trips, we talk about the ‘good old days’ and a lot of the time we talk about the sex that we have had. John loves to tell stories about the hundreds of little asian girls he had fucked when he was stationed in Thailand in the service. We all think that he makes much of it up. Don’t get me wrong, there is all the sex you want here in the ‘Home’ but it’s like the old saying that, at our age you can’t get the girls you want and you don’t want the girls that you can get.

We are all in our late 60’s or early 70’s and unfortunately we all show our age. There is not a young stud among us. Bill and I still drive but only I have a car. One day I had taken all of us to hobby store to get supplies for the things that we do to pass the time away and we stopped at the mini mart and got a couple of six packs of beer. On the way home we drove through the bad part of the city. On one street corner we spotted a young black girl with big tits. Because of the way she was dressed and the way she was just walking around on the corner that she was on we were pretty sure that she was a street hooker. During the remainder of the ride home we made comments like, “Now there’s a working girl”, “I’d like to get me some of that”, “She could get me harder than I have been in years”, “Back in the day I could have ridden that all day” and “She may be black on the outside but they’re all pink on the inside.”

That night we were playing cards and after a while the conversation got around to the young black street whore we had passed earlier. Then Bill said that he had an idea. He said, “She’s out there fucking for money. Why couldn’t we put our money together and share her.” We knew that we could all still ‘get it up’, even though a couple of us needed a little Viagra help, because we had talked about the times we really got horny and fucked some of the ladies here at ‘The Home’. Some of them were willing and even enthusiastic but they are old and wrinkled and saggy and loose. A blow job from a woman that can take her teeth out ain’t half bad. Someone asked if we thought she would do it with a bunch of old farts like us and we decided that there was only one way to find out and that was to ask. Another round of beers and we called it a night.

The next day was the day that our social security and pension checks came in the mail. We went to the bank as usual and deposited them. That night about 9pm Bill borrowed my car and drove back to the spot where we had seen the hooker that caught our eye. We had decided that it might be easier if she only saw one of us and Bill still looked the youngest and still had the best looks.