Black Grandpa The Second Coming

Just another 750 Word Black Grandpa tale

Mary Not Wollstonecraft

© Copyright 2025 by Mary Not Wollstonecraft

NOTE:

This work contains material not suitable for anyone under eighteen (18) or those of a delicate nature. This is a story and contains descriptive scenes of a graphic, sexual nature. This tale is a work of pure fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously—any resemblance to actual persons, whether living, deceased, real events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

Black Grandpa, the Second Coming

This story was written for the 2025 Literotica 750 Word Challenge

below this line are exactly 750 words

I'm a 45-year-old bisexual man who has a 20-year-old female roommate. When she moved in, she was fresh out of high school. Alice made sure from the get-go I understood, our relationship was purely platonic. Those were her ground rules. When she found out my former roommate had been my boyfriend for several years, she assumed I was gay.

One night, after she returned from a troublesome date, she proposed I accompany her. To watch over her while she fucked her dates.

She laughed and said, "You're over 20 years older than me, Mark. Nothing will ever happen between us. I'm not into guys past their expiration date."

"What constitutes an expiry date?"

"Anyone six years or more older than me. Not into the whole mature thing. Well, for black men, I make exceptions."

"The men will think I'm your cuckold."

"Great idea, sweetie pie, let's go with that."

Somehow, I accepted and enjoyed this deception. I got free sex shows and was allowed to whack off. Just before her 19

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birthday, Alice met an older black man. Way older than me. A sexagenarian who hit on her at a bar. She didn't go home with him because I wasn't with her. But Alice agreed to see him the following night, with him being her birthday present and her cuckold there to watch.

She wore a black lace teddy underneath an overcoat and nothing else. I watched her as she got ready for her rendezvous and ogled her cunt as she shaved her legs and the stubble on her public area. I've wanted her since the day I met her. Being regulated to the friends-without-benefits zone sucks.

I should tell you about Alice. She's a sexy as fuck redhead with smallish breasts and completely smooth, hairless quim. Firey green eyes, heart-shaped lips, and a devilish manner. An aggressive minx and I was confident she'd initiated the contact.

It was a cabin-like home in the foothills. And he greeted us on the porch in a tight T. He had a paunch, ever so small, a pair of guns for arms, a white curly head of hair, a gray beard, and a big bulge where it counted for Alice.

"Call me Grandpa, everybody does," he said as his handshake nearly crushed my own mitt. Like most of her dates, I'd be no help if he got rough with her. I'd suspected for a long while her date hadn't gone bad. She loved to be fucked hard.

He scooped her into his arms, pulling her off her feet. Alice wrapped her legs around him as they kissed and cuddled on the porch in the dying light of twilight, turning to darkness. He held her with one arm and pulled the overcoat off her body. Exposing her soft, white flesh to cool mountain air.

She dry-humped herself as their kiss continued. Without breaking the kiss, Grandpa backed into the room and moved them toward the roaring fire crackling behind the screened fireplace. He descended to a bearskin rug, laid her under him, and went between her legs.

Unsnapping the crotch of her teddy, he ate her cunt.

His long, pink tongue teased her clit, split her lips, explored the labia, and then tongued fucked only to reverse the process and reverse it again. After less than two minutes, she struggled through her first big O. Her body undulated as she climaxed and climaxed and climaxed again and again.

She tore his T-shirt off and threw it at me.

Unbuckling his jeans, she pulled Grandpa's big, black cock free and kissed, licked, and sucked him. All the while, he worked off his jeans and kicked his boots away. As she teased his manhood, he ripped her teddy to shreds, exposing all her pure alabaster flesh to his rough hands.

For a moment, I contemplated interfering.

When he entered her, her head lulled toward me. Her eyes rolled back. With brutal, short thrusts, he drove more and more into her. For a brief moment, she lay there. But soon, she bucked into his harrowing assault of her tender young pussy.

She whispered, "Grandpa," over and over. He continued his stabbing, a violent stretching, and deepening of her insides. Grandpa turned animalistic, rutting with her. They changed positions. They continued, and I played with myself.

I don't know how long it lasted—this rough, wild, unending copulations after who knows how many climaxes, she turned to me.

"I'm beginning to doubt you're gay. Eat me clean, baby."