He complies

The more Mark considered the implications of the old bag's threats the more he realised just how utterly screwed he was. If the cops did get involved it would be a night in a cell at least, and likely much, much worse. He would have to explain it all to his wife - he might lose her, and if the other tenants found out well, even if unproven he would probably be kicked out of the building. The old woman could easily claim she felt unsafe with him living next door, and as he looked at her hideous naked form grinning up at him, she knew she would. Stepping down from the bed with a sigh he nodded defeatedly. "Alright then... What must I do?"

The old woman cackled gleefully. "Yesssss, good boy. Come on now take off your clothes and let me see what we're working with." Mark stood there, mortified at what he was about to do, but he had ****. This wasn't cheating - surely. If anything he was doing this to save his marriage. To save himself. He pulled off his top and tossed it at his feet, before pulling down his jeans and boxers together and sliding them off. He stood before her, naked except for his socks, his limp penis hanging sadly before him as the hag looked him over clucking her tongue. "Hmmm, not bad I spose..." she reached down and cupped his cock and balls, her wrinkly hand slightly cold as it caressed him, causing Mark to wince. To his horror he felt his cock twitch in her hand causing the old woman to snort. "Oh my... so eager aren't you? No wonder you are so happy to help." she walked past him and climbed up onto the bed, the act a significant effort as she huffed and grunted before rolling into position on her back. She spread her legs wide, Mark wincing at the sight of her grey, bushy mound and she cackled once more. "Don't be so shy now boy... you're gonna have to lick it some to get me ready. Don't get so wet as I used to in my younger days." she smiled, licking her lips, Mark spotting her gnarley, thick tongue protrude between her lips, causing him to look away, back to her waiting cunt.

As he looked down upon her old, wrinkly folds, the realisation of what he was about to do came crushing down on him and in that moment, as he finally accepted the task ahead he was shamed to feel his cock instantly harden to full mast, his body quickly warming to the task his mind so desperately wanted to avoid. He climbed up onto the bed, positioning himself between her wrinkly, flabby legs, trying not to look at anything as he slid his way up until he came face to face with her ancient pussy. She smelled like stale piss and fabric softner, the combination halting him for just a moment before he recollected his resolve, closing his eyes and opening his mouth before leaning in to lap at her.

His tongue was met with the sharp tang of urine as it wormed its way through her wiry bush, searching for her drooping labia. He quickly found it and began to suck and lick at it, working up the saliva in his mouth in an attempt to both lubricate her and to wash away the taste. If he could tongue bathe her quickly and suck it all down, he thought, perhaps this wouldn't be so bad. The old woman moaned loudly, her croaky voice making the whole thing seem even more lewd and degrading to Mark as she purred and called him sweet names. His plan worked, at least partially. Once the old woman was slick wet with his saliva she felt far less disgusting against his lips and tongue and the taste was all but gone. In an effort to block out the reality of what was happening, Mark began to pretend he was servicing his wife, pleasuring her sweet, young, fertile pussy with his mouth - an act he loved to perform. Soon he had lost himself in his daydream, lapping at the woman lovingly, lavishing her with long licks and burying his tongue deep into her folds before working his way up to her engorged clit which he sucked into his mouth, nibbling and pinching at it with his lips and flicking it teasingly with his tongue. His change in attitude was not lost on his partner, the old woman having fallen into a shocked silence as she looked down at the young man, shuddering beneath his wonderful ministrations as she trembled and shook, her climax building quickly.

For Mark's part, he was unwittingly giving his elderly neighbour the best fuck of her life, his eager tongue now delicately flicking at her throbbing clit as she was mere seconds from her crescendo. His own cock was painfully erect and part of him was looking forward to the next part of the act... mounting and fucking. He drove on, moving in response to his partner's convulsions, feeling her tense and sucking hard on her throbbing clitorus.

The old lady let out a high pitched scream loud enough to wake the building as she came the hardest she could ever remember, her aged vaginal muscles contracting wildly, coating Mark's face in several spurts of thick, pungent piss. The young man continued to work her with his mouth through her orgasm, rasping his tongue over her as she pulsated against him, drawing out her pleasure. When he felt she had fully come down from her blissful high he sat up and moved up to kneel between her legs, his rock hard cock demanding to be sated. She looked up at him in a lustful daze as he entered her, his cock sliding in deep as he hilted himself on the first thrust. From there he slowly, but purposefully began to fuck her with long, hard strokes that shook her elderly frame with each thrust, causing another flicker of pleasure to ignite deep inside the old woman. He kept at it, his tempo rising quickly as he felt his balls tighten, readying to spew forth his load into the old woman's quivering cunt. He grabbed her by the hips and leaned in arching his back so that he could take one of her huge nipples into his mouth, sucking on it greedily while he jackhammered her cunt brutually. It only took a few moments before he felt himself loose rope after rope of thick, hot cum deep into his elderly neighbour, the explosive release hitting him with mind-melting ****.

As Mark came down from his high and his wits returned, shame began to rise inside him. He looked down at the old woman grinning up at him, his softening cock still buried deep inside her and he shuddered at the realisation of what he had done. He pulled out of her and moved away, leaving the bed to collect his clothes and get out of there but as he bent over to retrieve his pants he heard the old woman's voice. "Where do you think you're going lad?" she asked, a little breathlessly. Mark turned to her, anger clear in his expression. "I gave you what you wanted... now let me go..."

"Oh no, oh no deary... this is just the beginning." she crowed back in response. "You can't leave now, I'm only getting warmed up and besides, I call the police now and you'll go away for a loooong long time." she shook her hips slightly to emphasise her her point, her droopy folds dripping out a steady flow of his seed. A twinge of terror tingled up Mark's spine as he realised what she meant, shaking his head in disbelief as he begged, "Please, you can't be serious..."