Samantha Willcotts III, a widow for the last third of her seventy-two year life, approached what appeared to be terminal climax at 11:40 p.m. on a Thursday evening. The batteries in her super vibrator continued powering the instrument for almost thirty minutes after they were no longer needed.
Friday morning, Peters, her forty-three, newly hired domestic, murmured her name at the door then entered, carrying her breakfast tray. He approached and gazed down on the disheveled bed and the still form atop the tangled sheets. "Miss Willcotts?" Her wrinkled expression was more a grimace than a smile. The upper lip curled back, baring yellowed teeth in a grimace that appeared a cross between pain and ecstasy.
Her shortie nightgown, drawn well above her sagging belly and protruding hip bones, exposed a sparsely thatched mons. Between her slender but well turned thighs, still deeply centered, was the JUMBO vibrator, four inches of twelve, extending from the well-stretched vulva. The switch was on but the batteries, as noted, were dead. Peters bent to cover the seemingly dead woman's nakedness imagining the scenario that had played out the previous evening. He liked the old woman. It was not, he felt, the way the elderly lady should be viewed by strangers, police, undertakers. He went down to the kitchen and found a pair of rubber gloves by the sink. Carefully drawing them on he returned to the upstairs bedroom and removed the vibrator from her clasped hand and withdrew it from the old lady's vagina. With some difficulty, he managed to draw her totally inappropriate, shortie gown halfway down her slender thighs.
The old woman he thought dead moved her head and tried to sit up. She smiled, weakly. "Pussy peeking, Peters?"
Peters turned red. "I was trying to cover you, Ma'am."
"You caught me with a dead pecker in my cookie jar, didn't you?"
Peters licked his dry lips. "One might say that, Ma'am"
A wry smile played about her lips. "Did you cop a feel my goodies while you were at it?"
"No Ma'am."
"You sure?"
"It would not be proper when you were like that."
"Har har. Never knew a man that wouldn't peek up a woman's skirt if he had half a chance, or slip a hand under it if she'd let him."
"Didn't seem seemly in the circumstance."
"Doesn't my old, gray pussy fuel any interest in you?"
"Ma'am, I feared you were dead."
"And what did you think of that little gadget you found down there?"
"I thought it appropriate if it allowed madam to die happy."
"A bit embarrassing, don't you think, an old lady passing out pleasuring her groove?"
"There was a smile on your face, Ma'am."
'I'm sure," she said, wryly.
"I was trying to remove the gadget while leaving the smile on Madam's face."
"Very thoughtful," croaked the old woman. She rolled onto her side to face him.
"Tell me, Peters, did your pecker stiffen just a little when you saw that big hummer shoved in my parsley patch?"
"There was a twinge , I must confess."
A smile crossed her lips. "Can I count on your discretion."
"Always Ma'am."
"And you'll not breathe a word of my," she cleared her throat, "shall we call it extracurricular activities?"
"Never, Ma'am." Samantha's fingers inched the shorty nightgown up her thighs until, once more, the scanty fleece of her pubic patch and the puffy lips below were revealed to the man's eyes. "Tell me Peters, does this make your pecker swell?"
"It does that, Ma'am." "Do you have a big one?"
"I beg your pardon, Ma'am."
The old woman smiled, "Humor an old lady. Tell me Peters, have you got a big dick?" "I'd say it falls in the normal range Ma'am."
"Would you satisfy an old lady's curiosity?"
"I'm not sure that would be considered proper."
"Oh c'mon Peters. Humor me. Pull out your pecker."
Peters opened his fly and pulled out a thick half aroused cock. "That's it Ma'am."
Samantha nodded approvingly. "You've got a nice one and it isn't fully hard." She nodded again. "Would you mind dropping your trousers so I can check out your balls?"
Peters shrugged. "Ma'am, I've never done anything like this."
"You've never been naked with a woman.?"
"Yes Ma'am, but it wasn't for exhibiting myself. We was preparing to. . . you know."
"Yes. I know. But this time," she promised, "you will be amply rewarded." Peters nodded. He unfastened his belt, opened the catch at the waist band and let his trousers fall to drape about his ankles. He tugged at the elastic band of his shorts and lowered them till they rested on his trousers. He parted the tails of his shirt and exhibited the thick crotch hairs, hairy thighs, heavy balls and a semi-erection. The old woman studied him admiringly.
"Does Madam wish anything else?"
"If you were naked, it would please me greatly."
Peters unbuttoned the shirt and tossed it aside. He kicked off his loafers and rid himself of the clothes gathered about his ankles. He bent to remove his socks, knowing that his parting buttocks revealed the tight, brown star. He straightened to watch the woman wriggle out of the shortie gown and sit up in bed, naked as he. Small, pear-shaped breasts hung on a bony chest that had recently been exposed to the sun and matched the over all leathery tan of her body. "You never pictured me like this did you, Peters?"
"No Ma'am."
"Never thought about me naked?"
"No Ma'am."
"Had no interest this an old pussy?"
"I never imagined it was a possibility."
"You didn't figure this old woman might have an itchy clit?"
"No." "Are you afraid of me?"
"I'd be be afraid of hurting you if I was to try anything."
"Like fucking?"
"I suppose."
"I don't think you'd break anything if you were to shove that big thing up me."
She raised an eyebrow and smiled to herself. "That is if this old carcass can inspire you into getting it up the rest of the way."
She picked up the large dildo and smiled teasingly. "Do I to have to use this again or are you going to pleasure me?"
He shook his head. "I can't measure up to that monster, Ma'am."
The old woman nodded. "But there's a lot more warmth and drive in a man's cock than in a piece of plastic. There's a world of difference if you know how to use it."
Peters shrugged. "I've had no complaints."
"I bet you could give this old bod a hell of a ride." She patted the empty space beside her. "Climb aboard. Let me play with that dong."
Peters eased onto the bed. He reached out and cradled one of her sagging tits in his palm and flicked the rubbery nipple with his tongue.
The old woman's hips writhed on the bed. "Oh God!," she breathed. "That's so fucking good."
Peters continued to tease the erectile flesh with the tip of his tongue.
Samantha captured his expanding penis with her fingers and moved the loose skin up and down, over and off the bulbous cockhead. "So very nice." she breathed.
Peters moved his lips to the other sagging breast. His hand wandered to her lower belly and the triangle of sparse brown and gray curls that outlined the thick, brownish lips of her vagina. He inserted a finger into the moist crack as the old woman parted her legs. "Oh Yes!" she gasped, "Tickle it. Play with my snatch." Her hand worked his cock until it stood hard.
Peters' fingers fingered the woman's opening until there was a flowing of her juices.
"You keep that up," giggled Samantha, "you'll make this old lady come."
Peters gritted his teeth. "Might say the same about you."
"You mean you're about to spout?"
"Any minute now, if you keep doing that."
Samantha stopped and squeezed the hard cock at the base. She raised onto her elbow and turned quickly, for an old person, so that she faced the foot of the bed and brought her face close to his erect member. "Got to have a good look at this beauty up close."
Peters felt her breath then her lips encircle him. Her tongue laved the smooth cock head as professionally an any whore ever had ever. He pressured further into her mouth. She absorbed him until her chin rested in his pubes. She raised her head until just the glans remained between her lips then reversed direction.
"You're gonna make me come," warned Peters.
Mumbling with a full mouth made the words indecipherable. Her head only bobbed faster. Peters' pecker racked shot after shot deeply into her throat.
The old lady swallowed it all.
She kept at it until the man could stand no more.
"That's enough," he moaned. "I can't take anymore."
The old woman nodded and swallowed. "In my day I gave good head."
"Ma'am, you still do. You've drained me."
The old woman spread her thin thighs and exposed the thinly landscaped cunt with the inner lips extending past the smooth outer ones. "I was hoping you'd have something left to plug my hungry pussy."
"Need get my breath before I can do that."
