Billy, like any college student before him, spent spring break partying with friends, girls, and ingesting quarts of beer and booze. He was having fun, but somewhere along the way his spring break got a little more exciting. Her name was Carol, a lonely widow who lived by her lonesome; a tank full of tropical were what kept her company. They ran into each other one day and seemed to hit it off, despite the age difference and the fact Billy was young enough to be her own grandson.
Carol had no explanation why this young man showed any interest in her when there were plenty of young girls out there. She was well aware over the trend involving younger men and older women, but she wasn't in the category of MILF's and Cougars. Carol fit in nicely in the category of young men lusting over grannies; a subject she could never quite figure out.
Despite how young Billy was, he fulfilled her needs in ways she might have forgotten about. Every part of him excited her; his hard pecs and the feeling of young meat between her legs made her feel more alive than ever.
Billy first got out of bed and into the kitchen, helping himself to a cold glass of water. Alone with his cell phone in hand, sending test messages to his friends from his college dorm. He went forward making a couple of calls, completely unaware of Carol coming downstairs and heading his way.
Carol stood there in her bare feet, wearing the long sleeved shirt Billy wore when he entered her home. She made no sound while gazing at the young boy wearing only his underwear; she'd much rather see him without them on.
With Billy still on the phone, Carol quietly snuck up behind him, wrapping her arms around his neck. She planted sweet kisses and his cheeks, and taking a nibble of his earlobe.
"Good morning," she said. "If you're not too busy, how about you...and me, spend the whole morning in bed."
"Yeah, I'm there," said Billy, over the phone.
"Hmm, so young, so strong, and so...hard. You really know how to show an old lady a good time. The things you did to me...was amazing. I'd forgotten what that felt like. That thick piece of meat inside my pussy made my whole body tremble. You're very...gifted."
Billy paid little attention to her dirty talk. Carol grew frustrated and tried another way to get his attention; gently planting herself on the kitchen counter, grabbing the young man's attention in a way she knew how. She used the back of her foot to stroke his cock, teasing him while he remained on the phone.
"Cut it out," he said, pushing her foot aside. Carol would not stop.
She kept on with her little tease, feeling the erection slowly growing on the tips of her toes. The young man was fully aroused, feeling his cock rising up and down on the sole of Carol's foot. Without warning she wrapped her feet around him, shoving him forward almost nose to nose. Billy got more excited once Carol put her hand down his underwear, massaging his cock and balls. He felt her manicured nails, raking his flesh; not minding it one bit.
"So nice and hard in my hand," said Carol. "I can't wait to suck it. "
Billy had no choice but to put down his phone and call whoever back later.
"What is wrong with you?" He asked.
"You is what's wrong with me," said Carol. "You took my body places like no one has before."
"After last night, I'd thought you'd be tired."
"I'll never be tired again after last night, you kinky beast you."
"You were a bit of an animal yourself. You were hurting me pretty good."
"I'm sorry. Maybe I could make it up to you."
"I'm sure you will."
Billy took hold of her knees, leaning over to plant wet kisses on her lips, with a little tongue action on the side. He looked into her eyes, staring at her as if for the first time. Gently stroking her grey hair, Billy got a close enough view of her crow's feet and turkey neck, finding her even more arousing and sensual.
"I have to admit," said Billy, "you do look hot with that shirt on, but I'm going to need it back."
"If you want it, you'll have to take it off me."
"I knew you'd say that."
Billy got down on his knees, slowly unbuttoning the lower buttons in view of her grey haired bush. The grey pubic hairs didn't bother him the least; found Carol more appealing with a hairy bush than the girls he met clean shaven. His wet tongue slid in that hole and licked its way all the way through, leaving Carol's body trembling and eyes rolled back.
"Oh, yes," said Carol. "Hmm, your tongue is so nice and wet. Hmm. So good. You eat good pussy. You eat good granny pussy. Oh, yes. That feels so good."
Carol's orgy attack grew and grew, feeling that wet tongue of his licking every drop inside her. Her pulse racing and heavy breathing left her grabbing one of her saggy tits, squeezing it as hard as she did from the intense pleasure becoming greater than before.
When it came Billy's turn, Carol got down from the counter, and quickly down on her knees, enjoying that hard cock pulsating in her mouth. Billy knew the job she did on him was better than the performances of the other girls he hooked up with. He thought he should meet older women more often. It was Billy's first experience with an older woman and probably not the last after his time with Carol. As for Carol herself, she felt more attractive and desirable than before.
"Let's finish this upstairs," she said. "You want to carry me in those strong arms of yours?"
"No, you're too heavy."
"How dare you," she said, gently pushing him back. "You don't talk to your elders that way."
"Don't get excited, I'm only kidding."
"You better be kidding."
