When I was in college, I often flew to Florida during my breaks to stay with my grandmother.  She paid for my flight and fed me very well during my stay so I never refused.  She lived in a retirement community and I was always by far one of the younger people in the area.  

Grandmother was very strict with me and always insisted I stay home and if I ever ventured out, I had a very early curfew.  Rather than argue with her about it, I did as she asked.  After all, I was only one of three people listed in her will so it was smart to stay on her good side.  

One Friday night, I was sitting on her couch, being completely lazy, eating Cheetos, drinking a rum and coke and watching movies for hours.  Grandmother was getting ready for an exciting night of Bingo with her fellow seniors.   She told me she would be home very late (9:30 p.m.).  I told her to have fun and went back to my Cheetos and booze.  

At about 7:30, I started to feel a bit horny.  I had been masturbating almost every night since I arrived in Florida and really wanted some action.  I was just reaching into my shorts to give myself another jolt of goodness when I heard someone knocking on the front door.  

I answered the door.  It was Fred, the man who lives next door.   He must be 75 years old and he wears a Budweiser baseball cap.  

“Hello, Fred.”  I said warmly.

“Dear, I’m sorry for knocking on your door so late.” he started.

I laughed.  “Fred, it’s 7:30.  It’s not late at all.”  I said.

He laughed and shook his head.  “Well, I was wondering if your Grandmother is home.  I need to talk with her about the committee meeting tomorrow…”

“Nope.  She’s playing Bingo.”  I said.  He looked dismayed.   “She’ll be back at about 9:30.”  I said, helpfully.  

His eyes widened.  “So late?”  

I burst out laughing and invited him in.  “Come on in, Fred.  I have Cheetos and Grandmother has a very well stocked bar.  What can I get you?”

He hesitated but accepted my offer.  I gave him a whiskey and coke and we sat together.  He asked me a few questions about school and whether I have a “beau”.  I told him that I didn’t have a “beau” but was feeling very isolated and horny in this quiet little retirement community.  He raised his eyebrows and looked confused.  I think he thought he heard wrong.  

“Do you hear that, Fred?  I’m horny.  HORNY!” I said loudly as he cupped his hand over his ear and leaned closer to me.   I put my hand on my pussy and rubbed it.  “HORNY!” I repeated.  “My pussy needs some fucking.  How about you show me what that old cock can do?”

The booze emboldened me but it was true, I was feeling extremely horny and I figured, old cock is still cock.  I undressed quickly and to my surprise, Fred struggled out of his chair and started to undo his pants.  I thought at first that he was getting up to leave in disgust.  “That’s the spirit, Fred!” I said proudly.  “Tell me, when was the last time you had 19 year old pussy?” I asked.

“I would say probably back when I was 21 years old.  My late wife and I were married very young.”  He explained, patiently.  

I was impatient for cock, however and instructed old Fred to sit back down on the couch, now that his cock was out of his pants.  I saw that he was a bit uncomfortable and uncertain and I decided I needed to take this slow.

I got on my knees and smiled at Fred. “Just relax, Fred.  You’ll enjoy this, I promise.”  Before he could respond, I grabbed the head of his cock with my lips and began to slide my mouth up and down his cock.  It was still a bit limp for a minute and just when I thought I should just stop this silliness and go back to masturbating with my hand, I felt his geriatric dick start to swell and harden.  I patted his leg encouragingly and moved my upper body up and down as I continued my excellent blow job.  

“My goodness!  My goodness!”  he repeated over and over in a hushed whisper.  In only a matter of minutes, Fred was sporting an impressive hard on.  I climbed on top of him, careful not to injure his old bones and with my hand, I gently guided him inside of my eager and wet pussy.  I slid down and took his entire length inside of me.

Fred smiled and hugged me tightly.  “This is wonderful.  Absolutely wonderful!” he cried out enthusiastically.  I laughed and held onto his shoulders so that I could begin riding him.  I was so happy to get some cock inside me.  He stared at me as I glided my tight tunnel up and down the length of his cock and ran his hands up and down my body hungrily.  

“How long has it been since you’ve fucked anyone, Fred?” I asked.

“Close to 12 years I guess.”  he confessed.

“Too long!” I bounced a little faster much to his happiness.  He watched as  my pussy worked its magic on him and pushed hard against me with a tiny grunt.  “Are you okay?” I asked.

“I’m fine, Dear.  I’m afraid I just got too excited and I ejaculated inside of you.  I’m terribly sorry…” he said.

“No worries.  Just keep your cock stiff for a second.  I’m close myself.”  I bucked back and forth and moved around in tight little circles until I orgasmed loudly.  He patted my shoulder soothingly as I caught my breath and then I sent him on his way as it was way past his bedtime at this point.

When Grandmother came home she found me lying on the couch, half asleep.  

“I knew you weren’t going to move an inch from that spot!” she laughed.  “You should have come to Bingo with me.  It was quite a game.”

I laughed quietly to myself, relishing my dirty little secret.

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