Weak Heart

Old she might have been...but the care and attention that the GILF paid to Sam's cock and balls was everything he might have hoped for. When his cock stood up hard, she ran her gums down along the sides of the shaft. With thumb and forefinger she held it out of the way as she lavished attention on his balls. Sam gasped as his precious testes rolled around in the toothless mouth, the soft tongue slid around and around as she sucked every drop of sweat off his prick.

"Lift your legs," she said breathlessly, as the balls fell out of her mouth. "I want to taste your ass."

She didn't have to tell Sam twice. He was glad, now, that he'd thought to do the enema. Hands on his ankles, knees lifted up so that his ass cheeks were just below her eye level, Sam found himself almost quivering with anticipation. He'd never had a chick do this for him before. Sure, she was old enough to be his grandmother, but fuck it...it was worth it if she was a freak...

Cold fingers spread his ass apart. He could feel her breath on his taint...and then her tongue. Soft and wet, the very tip of it slid down to exquisitely soft, sensitive undercarriage...right to his hole. Nor did it stop there. Her tongue slid straight into the dark little divot, and instinctively he clenched...but she did not let up. Her warm tongue slid around and around the super-sensitive skin of his anus, sometimes pressing in, sometimes letting her cold lips press against his pucker and sucking gently...and Sam **** himself to relax. To let that tongue inside of him. His cock was harder than he could ever remember it...

She levered herself upwards, and Sam pulled himself back in response. One cool, boney hand gripped his shaft as her tongue slid into that tight ring of muscle...and Sam could hear himself pant, feel the pressure in his abs and legs as he held himself in that position. He couldn't remember the last time he had been this hard, and the throbbing ache inside of him made him want to blow at any moment...

...and then he did cum, though not as he would have wished. Unable to hold it, the hot, sticky spunk oozed out of the purple tip of Sam's dick, and the GILF continued to stroke him off, her thumb on the sensitive underside of his glans, her tongue swirling and swirling inside of him, the jizz dribbling out between her fingers and onto Sam's stomach.

When his cock had stopped twitching, she pulled her tongue of his ass with a wet smack of her lips...and slowly drew herself up.

"Now," she said, her voice a rasped. "You should be able to last a little longer now that you've cum once. I...ugh."

One hand, sticky with Sam's cum, grasped at her bony sternum. Her eyes squeezed shut...and sudden alarm made Sam sit up, not sure what to do.

"Angina," she murmured, and staggered to the walker where her purse and dress lay. "My pills...!"

Sam half-rolled off the bed and grasped at the purse. There were four brown plastic bottles of pills there, and he grabbed them all...she brought the semen-sticky fingers up to her toothless mouth and sucked them dry, then opened one of them, took out a thin pill, and slid it under her tongue.

She sat on the bed next to him, one hand on her chest...but the other reached out to grab his cock, which had begun to wilt. The GILF breathed in, slowly and deeply, as her right hand worked his shaft...and Sam got the idea. She wanted him hard. They weren't done fucking, yet.

Not sure what else to do, Sam reached under her arm. His hand was very vivid and full as he slid the fingers through the silver down of her pubic hair. The outer labia was floppy and cool...but slowly, carefully, Sam began to pet her pussy. Let thumb and pinky pull her labia apart so that the inner three fingers could stroke her, as she stroked him.

How long they lasted like that, Sam didn't know. Perhaps it was only ten minutes, but time seemed to stretch out for an eternity...and he was still hard, somehow, like during a long edging session...and at last she carefully turned and lifted one leg. He got the idea and laid back so that she could straddle him. Her hand guided the hard young cock into her ancient quim...and with a hiss like the cracking snow before an avalanche, she sank down on Sam's cock.

He stared up at that time-ruined body...and wondered once again what she must have looked like in her prime. When the breasts were full and rode high on her chest, instead of sagging down across her ribs; when the skin had been tight and didn't hang in crepe-paper wrinkles, when the stomach hadn't been covered with the lightning-like stretchmarks of pregnancy. She must have been a beauty...a woman any man would have been eager to fuck anywhere, anytime. Now here she was, just like him, reduced to using Fuckr just to get some cock for her cunt.

Yet they were getting some. She rolled her hips, angled her body so as to stimulate her clit. Like most women, Sam figured penetration itself wasn't enough to let her get off, but stimulating more erogenous zones... His left hand found her ass, soft and almost shapeless in his hand. His right hand gripped her tit, the fingers sinking into the depleted milkers, and elicited the first moan.

The GILF closed her eyes and began to moan...Sam began to shift his hips. He could feel that throb deep inside him, he still had more cum...and suddenly he wanted to cum in this woman. A familiar experience...from day-long masturbation sessions when he had first gotten his own place, where after cumming and cumming a sort of will took over him, a biological need to squeeze out one more load.

Minutes stretched on and she began to gasp...to moan...he pushed harder until she was bouncing atop his balls, those old tits flying around in little circles, the greyish nipples hard, and she began to gasp...and kept gasping as if she was fighting for air. A surge went through him as her hands scratched at his chest, and her whole body stiffened and shuddered...her eyes rolled up in her head and Sam felt a strange and terrible pride that he had helped this old bitch get off...

Then her pussy clamped tight...too tight...squeezed his dick until he cried out in pain...and she collapsed on top of him.

His cock twitched as he kept trying to fuck her, but the GILF was dead weight. Her breath was thready...failing...and in terrible desperation, he felt for a pulse on her spindly wrist...

Sam rolled them over and slipped out of her as her eyes stared glassily at the ceiling. He stepped over to the phone, closed the Fuckr app, and dialed 9-1-1.