The Care Home

I was there; I felt the edge of the bed behind my knees. I wanted to see Ralph's member, I sat down but kept my eyes fixed on his. I started to pump his cock, I think that was it, he had reached full hardness. He felt really hard in my hand, like it was made of steel.

And all that time my pussy wept, I was so wet; my pussy sent me cravings that only that cock could reach to scratch.

I broke contact with his eyes and slowly lowered them to his cock. I had it pointing towards me; it was straight in line with my mouth. I could not asses his length nor could I see his cock-head, it was covered by his foreskin. I pushed back the skin to reveal his huge leaking cock-head.

There was only one thing to do, I could not stop fate and it was a basic instinct. I opened my mouth; my tongue came out like a cobra from its basket and licked the head. I licked his pre-cum off and my tongue went back in to savour the taste.

I put my other hand on his cock and started to stroke him very slowly; I brought his foreskin over the head and then back again. More pre-cum ejected, I took his cock-head into my mouth and twirled my tongue around it. I stroked him and sucked him for quite some time, I increased my movements and I was amazed he had not cum.

My boyfriend had never lasted that long on my blow-jobs. I continued with great gusto.

There he was naked, stood tall, hands on hips with his cock horizontal between my two hands. It was like I was playing the Saxophone, Ralph's SEX-ophone. All the time I blew him off, he never moved his hips forward, he just stood there still, like a bronzed statue.

Ralph asked for a fuck in the strangest way, he said, "Would you allow my sausage to be smothered in your gravy juice?"

I knew all too well I should not be doing what we were doing, I knew all too well if caught I would be fired, I knew all too well if I did not get this thing in me then I would forever live my life wondering, regretting and well...just feeling sorry I never tried.

I took Ralph out of my mouth, still looked at his cock and said, "Would you like to fuck me? Is that your way of asking Ralph?"

Ralph's ultra-egotistical male chauvinism shone through as he said, "Dear girl, every woman who's seen my cock, has wanted it in them as quick as you can say 'Ralph's got a big cock.' I undoubtedly think you are in the same boat."

I looked up and said, "You really are sure of yourself aren't you old man?"

I did want his egotistical cock; I wanted to know how it would feel in me. I let it go but not before I gave it a heavy suck. I pushed back his foreskin; I stuck his big nob in my mouth, I let go of it from my hands and sucked it really hard. I swished my tongue around it and then spat it out. Fuck it felt so good.

I wanted that cock, I did not care how he did it I wanted it in me and I was so fucking turned on I wanted it there and then.

As I stood I removed my panties and threw them over to where Ralph had thrown his boxers, and they actually landed right on top.

We were again stood toe to toe and faced each other; I had a hold of his cock and gently stroked it. I was not sure if Ralph actually knew any sexual positions, so I asked, "So old man, how does this thing enter a woman?"

He pushed me aside gently and made his way onto the bed and as he lay down he said, "You're on top..."

I said, "Fuckin' hell Ralph, its Cloe, Cloe."

He reached out with his hand and said, "But first I need my drink!"

He lay with his head to the window, he was stretched out and for some reason he seemed taller, longer and the amazing thing was his cock stood straight up from his body like a flag pole.

He held out his hand, like a true gentleman, I took hold of it and climbed onto the bed. I flung my leg over and knocked his cock on the way, but it stood right back up.

I was sat on his chest and I moved up to his head and placed my pussy onto his mouth. He had his tongue out already and as soon as I placed my pussy there, his tongue went straight into my slit. Fuck he had a long tongue, it probed deep, my pussy watered and it almost instantly started to relinquish its juices.

His tongue was not only long but it was rough in texture and it felt fantastic as it flicked my clit up and down, side to side.

I moved my hips, I ground my pussy into his mouth and I had a hold of his hair, clutched in both fists. I had my eyes closed and as I opened them very slightly, a fuzzy face stared at me through the window. I focused my eyes and saw it was Mrs Walters; she was the eldest guest in the home, at ninety three. She had her hands cupped around her face as she peered through and looked straight at my face.

Oh god I couldn't stop, no way I wanted it to stop, 'Oh fuck, oh fuck' I had an orgasm and Ralph lapped me up.

Mrs Walters shook her head and walked away.

I moved my pussy away from his face and slid down his chest. As I moved Ralph said, "Your juice is just the right vintage, tastes very young, but, somehow mature, very palatable.

I slid lower and felt his big cock on my arse. I pushed his cock down with my arse as I slid lower.

It sprang up, I was astride him, I sat on his thighs, and my knees bent, his cock right up against my belly, fuck it went past my navel. I rose up so I was up onto my knees and it wasn't high enough. Ralph offered his hand again and I held it to help me up, my pussy was ringing wet. I brushed my pussy across his big nob, several times.

I placed my opening at the tip of Ralph's big nob and started to lower myself, I had to push hard to get that big head in and 'Oh my fucking god, Bingo,' he was in me a couple of inches. I was then on my knees, Ralph held out his other hand, I grabbed it and continued with my descent.

I looked at Ralph, he looked at his cock which was disappearing up into me, he said, "Young lady...Cloe, take your time, no rush."

I was so wet, it was not a problem getting him in, but he stretched me, I felt my pussy expand and then contract around Ralph's cock, every inch on its entry into me felt glorious. I felt his huge nob as it punched its way through making room for the shaft that followed.

I bounced up and down a couple of times and then, 'Holy Jesus,' I was down, I had him fully in me; I had consumed Ralph's whole cock.

I rose and fell slowly, I looked down and as I rose I saw my inner pussy being pulled out of me, it felt amazing, a feeling I had never ever got from my boyfriend's cock, or the other two boys I had had sex with.

I let go of his hands and placed them on his chest, Ralph placed both hands on my arse. He for the first time started to buck up his hips and although I could not fully retract his cock, I moved quicker and quicker, we started to fuck like a real good fuck should be. And I was still in shock that I was fucking a sixty six year old man.

We had been fucking for just three minutes when I got my second orgasm, oh it felt so good. After I rode through it I opened my eyes and saw Ralph's face, he had a massive grin and actually started to bang my pussy harder.

We fucked and fucked; I am usually not that vocal when I'm being fucked, but that cock was something else, I could not help but emit cries of pleasure throughout our fucking. I went through another hip shaking body rocking orgasm, 'fuck, fuck, fuck.'

I raised my head to look at Ralph, but a movement through the window above his head caught my eye. It was Mr O'Leary, another guest at the home. He was a similar age to Ralph, but had memory problems. He watched us through the window; I kept fucking as Mr O'Leary looked at me, and I at him. I put a finger up to my lips. But for the window we were just two feet apart and after a minute he held up his thumb and walked on.

Oh my god, he gave me another orgasm each new one felt deeper and more wrenching than the last. I was on my umpteenth orgasm, I had never had that many ever before, but the bigger shock was that he had not cum yet, we...he just kept fucking me and fucking me.

I was so lost in the throes of yet another fab orgasm that I did not hear the door open. Out of the corner of my eye I caught a figure, it moved. I turned my head and for a second I thought it was Gary. But thankfully it was not, it was Grace, as I looked at her she asked, "Have you seen my glasses dear?"

Ralph did not seem concerned and did not miss a stroke, he just kept pumping me.

I Said to Grace, "They must be in your room, have you looked in there?"

Poor Grace, probably did not understand what I had said, she came close to the bed and squinted her eyes then she said to me, "Are you doing your exercises?"

I was breathing heavily and almost on the verge of another orgasm, my body shook and sent shocks throughout. My eyes closed and I had to force them open to look at Grace and I said, "Sit down Grace; I'll help you look for them in a while, after I've seen to Ralph's needs."

Grace looked over to Ralph on the bed and said, "So you're the new man in this room. Are you having a lie down, have you had a long journey?"

Grace placed a hand on my back and said, "Aren't you cold dear?"

Ralph had worked out that Grace's hearing was not that good, and the sarcastic bastard said, "Sit tight Grace, you can have a ride in a minute."

I said to Grace, "Look there's a chair sit down and I'll help in a bit."

I then turned to Ralph, I slapped his chest and said, "Fuckin' shut up, don't talk to her like that."

And as soon as I said that, Ralph grabbed my arse cheeks hard in his hands and took long, deep thrusts hard into me and said, "I was only joking, I don't think I'd like her vintage anyhow."

Oh god, fuck, I loved the way his cock felt in me, how could that 'antique' of a man fuck like that?

I rose up and rode Ralph, my pussy juices flowed freely and my orgasms came frequently. I had my eyes closed and my head looked up. I felt Ralph's thumb on my clit and he flicked it just so right.

I looked across to Grace, she was sat on the chair and had Ralph's tie in her hand and she looked at it and then placed it onto the table. She then turned and watched us.

God, I had never been fucked that long before. Just as my pussy was about to explode again, Ralph's movements slowed, he pushed his cock deep and carried me up high and I actually felt his cock expand as he released his first cum load, it felt like it was going to shoot out of my mouth.

I had no control over my vocal level and I shouted out on Ralph's second massive load, "Oh god, fuck yes."

Ralph's cock surged with cum; it was like if a tap had been opened to fill up a beaker.

And I heard a voice, Grace's voice say, "Oh my, are you okay dear."

I had not got the strength to answer her back in a coherent way, my vocal cords had gone into auto speak and they shouted out, "Jesus fuckin' fuck."

Ralph's cock was so fucking deep, so fucking hard, my cunt walls contracted in wild spasms, as he white washed my inner being. His endless shots fired and fired.

Even though my cunt had made a perfect seal around his massive girth, I felt his cum had leaked past with the pressure he created with the amount of cum he had released.

'Oh fuck, oh fuck.' He had finally stopped and then slowly lowered his hips with me on board to the bed. I flopped onto his chest, we both panted; lost for words, I was glad he was lost for words.

I did not see Grace get up, she was behind me, and I heard her ask "Does it hurt dear?"

I was in no position to speak, I just lay there. Grace came up to my face and said, "It's a bit of a mess down there dear, you'll have to change the sheets."

She went back to the table, then turned around and said, "You finish your workout dear, I'll fetch the sheets."

I had absolutely finished with that workout, there was no way I could have gone another five minutes without passing out.

Ralph had his arms around me and hugged me gently, he said, "Now let me have some lunch, and a snooze for a couple of hours, then I'll be good to go again."

I raised my head and looked at him and said, "Fuck off Ralph; you'll not get that back up for another three days at least."

He did not say anything, he's cock softened and I felt it slip out. He did make a fucking mess down there and that was not from his cum, he had made a mess of my pussy too, it would never be right for any other cock.

We cleaned up and Ralph got his lunch, I cleaned up the room, sheets and all. My shift was well and truly over. And on my way out Gary had come back and asked, "Is Ralph happy? I hope you made him feel at home!"

***

Ralph was happy, I was ecstatic; we fucked every other day when I was on shift. But we had to be quick. On a lot of occasions when I knew my boyfriend was at work, I brought Ralph back to my place with an excuse to Gary.

We could let off a lot of steam then, especially me; I always got a sore throat after our sessions at home.

Sadly Ralph passed away two months later, from a stroke.