He wants to you

Being locked up in old Mr. Goreman's room at the nursing home is a little strange. You can hear a ticking clock and smell that weird old man cologne smell, but most of the sound is coming from your kiss as you and the old retiree French beside his bed. His hand slides under your new top and he cups the warm mound of your titflesh. You sigh and feel your nipple pressing against his palm. You turn to face Mr. Goreman and he lifts your shirt to look at your breasts and to stroke and play with them. You sigh with pleasure as he lowers his mouth to one of your hard nipples and teases it with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth.

Since Mr. Goreman was so nice to you when your clothes disappeared in the park you decide to let him do whatever he wants. He starts with your big breasts, hefting them and squeezing them and toying with your hard, pink nipples. He sucks your tits loudly and kisses all over your warm, soft flesh. He rubs the wet patch on your leggings as he sucks your tits, pressing the damp fabric into the crease of your juicy cunny and teasing your throbbing clit.

"Bend over the bed, sweet stuff," he says and you immediately obey, pushing your shapely ass out towards the old man. He gives your firm buns a couple of gentle spanks and then slides the leggings down from your waist and over the curve of your butt. The cool air on your butt feels good, but a little cold on that wet pussy of yours. Mr. Goreman reaches between your legs and cups your slippery sex.

"Ahhhh," you moan, "that feels really good. Rub it, Mr. Goreman."

"You like it when I rub it?" he asks, getting into squeezing your moist mound and massaging his fingers into your juicy slit. You lift your head from the bed and look back at him over the swell of your butt.

"Yeah, Mr. Goreman, finger bang my wet little pussy," you gasp as he slides his fingers deep inside you and begins to fuck them in and out. You fuck back against his hand and the room is filled with your moans of pleasure, his heavy breathing, and the wet slosh of his fingers in your cunt.

The oldtimer may not be the man he used to be, but he's got a strong and steady arm as he fingers you closer and closer to climax. You lay sprawled out completely face-down on his bed. He stands behind you, three fingers squelching in and out of your waxed slit. His thumb teases the crack of your ass and presses against your clenching rosebud with each thrust. Good thing he got you all lubed up back in the park! You can feel the pleasure swelling inside you, about to burst.

"Fuck," you cry, "I'm going to cum. Stick your thumb in my ass."

"That's a good girl," he encourages and gladly jams his thumb up your tight little hole. You fuck back against him harder and harder, penetrated and fucked in both holes by his talented fingers. "I want to feel your little pussy cum for me."

"Ahhh!" you lift up on your tip-toes, angling your ass for better access and pushing back against his hand. You cry out as you peak and come crashing into a convulsing, full-vaginal orgasm. This is no clittoral spasm, this is your entire sopping snatch gripping his fucking fingers like a glove and squeezing. Finally you slow your thrusts and quiet to a series of whimpers. Mr. Goreman slows his finger-fucking and finally slides his juice-slicked digits out of your pussy. You gasp as his thumb pops out of your asshole.

Despite having just cum you are still incredibly turned on. As you come to your senses you lift your face from Mr. Goreman's bed and look at the older man as he looks at his glistening fingers. You stand and turn, taking him by the wrist. You look him in the eye and lift his slippery fingers to your face. Your little pink tongue darts out and you begin lapping your juices from his fingers. Mr. Goreman chuckles at the slutty display. You lick your way to his thumb and wink at him as you suck the fat finger that was just pulled out of your little butt.

"What do you want now, my dear?" he asks.

Hmmm, good question. There are so many possibilities.