The Care Home - Sex Stories

The Care Home

... 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.