Oh God, I'm Cumming!

Frank and Fran were both in their autumnal years, and both widowed for almost ten years each, when they moved into the retirement village. Like all fellow residents, they were still healthy enough and mobile to varying degrees, that they could live independently with weekly home-care assistance with house work. But it was the community life and social programmes that made village life so attractive.

From the very first Friday night 'Happy Hour', there was a spark of attraction between them. Common interests and conversation flowed so easily. On the first 'social club' bus trip outing, they just naturally gravitated to the same seat. At lunch, Frank, the gentleman, formally seated Fran at their table. Their fingers touched across the table. That afternoon as they walked through the gardens, their hands reached for each other.

The other villagers smiled and gave the new lovers room. There were all types in the village. There were younger active couples that spent most days on the golf course. There were couples into their 50 or 60 years of marriage. More than half were single, most recently widowed, some having lost their loved one soon after arriving in the village - their move to village life was often at the ailing one's insistence, to ensure their partner would be surrounded by community when their time came to pass on, perhaps even to find a new partner. Whilst a village this size might average 7 or 8 deaths per year, there was also the occasional marriage. Then there were the informal pairs and villagers discretely smiled when they saw someone slipping out of another's villa in the early morning.

And so Fran and Frank's romance blossomed. When they discovered they shared the same birthday, both day and year, Frank said "This is destiny. Francis and Frances both born on exactly the same date". They started sharing meals together at each other's villas, which they still retained separate ownership.

Their birthdays were coming up and their children had planned a big family dinner party in the village community centre. The evening before, after dinner together at Fran's villa, she asked Frank "Why don't you stay the night?". 

Frank replied, "I'm so glad you asked. I've wanted to for some time, but I didn't want to appear too forward". 

"Forward? We don't have time for such niceties!".

"Can I help you with a shower" asked Frank.

"Would you mind?".

"Of course not!". All the villas had large disabled access showers with wheelchair sized openings and hand rails. Fran had a shower chair. Frank got the shower water warm, then helped undress Fran and taking her walking stick, helped her into her shower chair. He quickly undressed himself and stepped in with her. Taking the shower hose and soap, he started to lather her wrinkled body.

At dinner, Frank had surreptitiously taken a Viagra, in hopeful anticipation. In spite of his own sagging skin, his erection was rising. When Fran saw this, she reached out her wrinkled hand and started to stroke it.

"So this is what a naked cock looks like?" said Fran. "You know, Jack (her first husband) and I had a very old fashioned vanilla marriage. Would you believe that in all those years, we never really saw each other naked, and definitely not together. We just slipped our pants off in bed and had sex still half dressed."

Frank responded, "Well my Sally and I were much the same. But about 5 years after she died, I missed the sex so much, I started to go and see prostitutes. I met some wonderful, understanding, helpful mature ladies and I learned so much that Sally and I had never even thought about, let alone tried".

"Would you show me and teach me? I want to try out some new things before I go!".

Frank rinsed themselves off, towel dried Fran, then himself, then carried her to the bedroom. He threw all the covers off the bed, the weather was still warm, and placed Fran in the middle. He went to the window and drew the curtains wide open, allowing the full moon-light to stream in.

He lay down beside her and as they cuddled into each other, Fran said, "Wow!, Would you believe I have only ever had sex before under the covers! And curtains open - oh my God, there might be a 'peeping Tom' out there looking at us! This is sort of scary, but . . . .  well so nice and new and different!".

They exchanged gummy kisses - they had left their dentures in the bathroom after dinner. Frank nibbled Fran's neck and ears, then slowly kissed his way to her breasts. Although the swell and smooth skin of younger years had been replaced with wrinkles and sags, the enjoyable sensation of touch still raised a tingle.

Their arms were round each other now, with hands caressing backs and buttocks. They had rolled into each other, breasts to chest, pubes to pubes, and kissing more passionately. Long lost, almost forgotten feelings were stirring and slight arousal rising.

"Ready for your first lesson?" asked Frank. "Oh yes!" replied Fran.

Frank knelt on the bed next to Fran and offered his cock. "Technically, this is called fellatio, also a 'blow job' or plain cock sucking". Fran reached out her hand and stroked Frank. "I've never seen a cock up this close before" she said, as she ran her fingers around his glans, then the frenulum and felt the bulging veins along the back.

Fran lent forward and tentatively licked the tip. "Use some saliva to lubricate it a bit" instructed Frank as he spat into his hand and rubbed it up his shaft. Fran spat on the glans and took the full glans in her mouth, gently sucking and swirling her tongue around it. "Now wrap your hand around the shaft and work it up and down as you slide you mouth up and down me".

"Oh wow. Are you sure you've never done this before?" asked Frank.

"Never".

"Now gently bite my shaft with your gums as you slide up and down."

"Oh God, you're a fast learner". Frank reached round and with his right hand caressed across Fran's pubes and found her outer labia covering her clit. Bringing his hand to his mouth, he provided some saliva and returned to lubricate her slit till his finger tips rubbed the nub of her clit.

"Now it's my turn to give you the oral treatment, also called cunnilingus". Jack gently pulled himself from Fran's mouth and positioned himself between her legs, gently spreading them, exposing her sex for his delectation.

Frank gently placed his mouth over Fran's vulva, spreading her outer lips with his fingers. He kissed and licked and sucked up and down both labia and her clitoris.

Fran began to wriggle and squirm. "Oh God. Why didn't Jack know how to do this? Sex has never ever felt this good! And you haven't even started to fuck me yet".

Frank licked and sucked up and down her labia, either side of her urethra, just barely licking her vaginal entrance. With a good dose of saliva, he provided the lubrication that her body no longer excreted naturally. Still licking the length of her slit, he slipped a finger into her cunt, then a second finger. His finger tips found the knobbly surface on the top of her vaginal entrance, where her G-spot resided. With curled finger tips, he massaged that spot in a 'come hither' motion. Fran lifted her hips and pushed back onto Frank's probing fingers. With 5 or 6 minutes of Frank's licking and fingering, Fran felt her body tensing up. Her cunt clamped around Frank's fingers then her whole body started shaking.

As her body slowed down, Fran exclaimed, "Oh my God. Is that what they call an orgasm? What have I been missing out on all these years? Thank you Frank! Thank you, thank you, thank you for giving me these new feelings. I need you to fuck me now. I want to feel that big thick cock in my cunt! Oh God. Listen to me. I've never ever used those sort of words before. You're turning me into a real slut . . . and I'm loving it!".

Frank kissed his way across her pubes, across her stomach, licked and sucked each nipple before reaching her waiting mouth, just as the knob of his cock nudged her vaginal opening. It initially slid up across her vulva, nudging her clitoris. He raised his hips allowing his knob to slip back down to the entrance to her tunnel of love. He gently slid in with the combination of his own and some of her natural lubrication.

Now fully coupled, Fran had her arms right around Frank's back, pulling him against her body as they passionately kissed. She lifted and thrust her hips against him, and wrapped her legs around his thighs, grinding her pubes and clit against his pubic bone, and sliding his thick shaft in out out of her cunt. They must have fucked with increasing passion for about 5 minutes, which was about the limit of their aging stamina.

Fran felt another big orgasm building up in her, starting with vaginal twitching and squeezing of Frank's thickness. With a massive final thrust, they came together with his glans hitting her c-spot (cervix), and her body went into full torso convulsions. They exclaimed in unison, "Oh God. I'm cumming!", then collapsed in (not so) 'petit mort'.

It was about 11am the next morning when Judy, Fran's youngest daughter arrived to prepare for the luncheon birthday party. She had a large birthday cake, with "Fran <heart> Frank" in red icing piped across it. There were no candles, since Judy thought 180 candles, between them, was too much of a fire risk.

When there was no answer to her knock, Judy let herself. She found Fran and Frank, still naked, wrapped in each other's arms, expired on the bed. The ambulance was called, and heart attacks diagnosed. The bodies were removed, but family were already arriving at the community centre for the party. Judy wrapped up the paper work and went down to make an announcement to the family.

"Unfortunately, Fran and Frank wont be able to attend their birthday party" Judy announced. "They passed away over night".

"Oh my God!" said Frank Jnr. "How did they die?".

"They had been having sex and died of heart attacks".

"Go Nanna!" exclaimed 18 year old great-grand-daughter Francesca.

That was enough to break the shock and initial grief. It was decided to continue to have a memorial 'wake' party to celebrate their lives.

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As Fran and Frank approached the Pearly Gates, Frank was surprised to see a very young, beardless, naked St.Peter, the total opposite of all the traditional images of St. Peter.

"Welcome, Frances and Francis! I'm St. Peter. Father heard you cumming!
You were born into the world in love and have died in love. Welcome to the world of Eternal Love".

Frank turned to Fran and was surprised to see a beautiful, young, voluptuous, naked Frances. Looking down at himself he saw himself 70 years younger, with a full head of hair, ripped abs, no wrinkles, no arthritis, perfect eyesight and hearing. As the gates swung open, they were met by Jack and Sally, also naked and young and perfectly healthy and blemish-less. They embraced each other. There was no consciousness of their nakedness, no lust, no jealousy, no selfish thoughts, just all encompassing pure Love!

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