Last night. It was an extraordinary night. For the birthday boy it was the surprise of his life and I’m sure he’s still smiling.

The only way I know how to write is just to tell what happened. I am no genius at reporting so this is how last night went…

Peter, my friend, picked me up about 7.30pm and drove me to his grandfather’s house. Bogdan, his grandfather, lives alone with no visitors expected except for Peter. I chatted with Peter on the way about life, parties, those past and a few still to come. More about that another time except to say I should have an interesting few weeks this month. For those of you who were wondering, no, Peter is not my ‘boyfriend’, he is a friend I love to fuck with and he’s great for a chat..,oh, and he organizes fun parties.

When we pulled up at Bogdan’s place, Peter went to the door first, let himself in with his key, left the door a little open for me, and went into the living room to greet his grandfather. While Bogdan went into the kitchen to make some coffee for Peter and himself, I slipped in the door and undressed in a small alcove to the right of the front door, leaving my clothes in a pile on the floor in the corner.

I’d been worried that the house would be cold but old people like to be warm and the house was quite comfortable.

There was a clink of cups and the sound of voices from along the hall. I could hear Peter’s voice clearly enough, though a little muted, coming from the living room. They chatted for a while and laughed a little. It was almost fifteen minutes before I heard Peter say he had a surprise gift in the hall. Bogdan protested a little at the blindfold saying it was childish and he could be trusted to keep his eyes shut. Still, Peter insisted and Bogdan acquiesced.

When Peter came into the hall and reached for my hand I was sitting on a chair in the corner, a tiny bit chilly from sitting for a while.

I crept up to Bogdan and knelt in front of him. In my sauciest voice, I wished him happy birthday and asked him to keep his eyes closed. Fortunately, as many old men do, he was already wearing pajamas and a robe. I reached for the opening in his pajama pants, undid the single button, and drew out his cock. Peter took his cue to leave the room. He went into the kitchen. I could hear him pull out a chair and sit.

Bogdan’s cock was warm and limp when I took it in my mouth. He let out a surprised “oh!” then let out his breath. I suppose some things return to memory more readily than others.

He slipped off the blindfold, open his eyes and gasped. I smiled around his cock filling my mouth. Then I slipped it out for a moment to say, “Pleased to meet you”, then slid it back in again. It was then that his cock started to really harden. He must have made the girls very happy in his younger days because his cock when fully hard, was bigger than I’d expected. I started sucking in earnest. You know, one cock tastes pretty much the same as any other, young or old. The aroma differs but they’re pretty much the same taste. It’s the cum that really differs in taste. From the tightening of Bogdan’s balls I knew that it wouldn’t be long before I found out about his.

He gripped the arms of his armchair, gasped those animal sounds, planted his feet hard into his slippers, and let go a stream of cum that surprised me with its power. I greedily swallowed every drop that sprayed into my throat, wiped those few drops that escaped onto my chin with a finger and fed them back into my mouth.

Bogdan sat there, breathing hard, gasping in litres of air with his head laying back into the chair. Then he called Peter in. When I heard Peter’s chair scrape back on the kitchen floor I tucked Bogdan’s cock back into his pajamas and sit back on my haunches, smiling.

Peter walked in, Bogdan reached out for him, took his shoulders in his hands and kissed his grandson on both cheeks. With a trace of tears in his eyes he thanked Peter for his gift. Peter told him that it was only the first round and that I hadn’t finished yet. I nodded, smiling.

Pushing himself up out of his chair Bogdan said if that were the case, he would need to visit the bathroom for a little while first. I could see tears building as he spoke and as he walked out of the room he called back, to my great surprise, “Peter, would you warm the girl up for me then?”. I heard him chuckle, just a little, then I heard a door open and close, down the hall.

I gave Peter one of those evil little grins he loves and he pushed me back on the carpet. It wasn’t necessary to ..”warm the girl up..”, I was warm and wet already. As I like it, Peter was rough with me, he pulled my legs apart like a chicken and speared right into my cunt with his rock-hard cock. That’s something I really like about Peter, he can get hard in seconds. He did wear a condom this time though, he didn’t want his grandfather taking his seconds. Such a considerate grandson.

When Bogdan eventually returned, it must have been twenty minutes at least, he had lost the robe and his pajama top. He seemed a little unsure of what to do next so I bent myself over the arm of the armchair and pull my cunt open for him. He growled, the old man actually growled, he walked over and ignoring Peter this time, he gripped my hips and drove his cock into me. It was my turn to gasp. He was big. I like.

After he came into me, he slumped into his armchair, exhausted. He invited Peter to ‘take care of me‘ while he got his energy back. Somehow, in the course of fucking me, Bogdan had shed forty years and he treated Peter less as a grandson and more as a friend who was sharing a woman.

Peter bent me over Bogdan’s cock and fucked me from behind while I slipped Bogdan’s limp cock into my mouth once more. It took Bogdan quite a while to get hard but when he did he was ready for action.

We wound up having a full-blown threesome right there in Bogdan’s living room until a little after ten o’clock.

Afterwards, after I’d showered and dressed, we sat around the kitchen table, drinking beer, chatting and telling jokes. Bogdan’s were by far the dirtiest. He may be old but he’s a surprising man and such a joy.

On the way back to my place, Peter thanked me, I slapped his arm and told him not to thank me, I’d had a great night and I knew Bogdan had. He dropped me off under my portico, we kissed and I went in.

I love my life just a little bit sometimes.