What I Do at the Nursing Home When No One Can See Us

Noelia got up from the armchair with a calm smile.

—Well, Grandpa, I’m off now, I’ve got a lot to do —she said, kissing him on the forehead.

The old man had no idea his granddaughter wasn’t planning to leave the building. It had all been arranged with Sonia, a middle-aged nursing aide who was friends with his uncles. A woman with the same weakness for the extreme as she had, and who had more than once shared a bed with those very uncles. That was where the trust came from, and that was why Sonia knew Noelia’s unbridled appetite.

Taking advantage of the calm of a Sunday morning, they had everything ready with Damián, the burly maintenance man. He had prepared an unused room in the quietest wing of the nursing home, where they had once already met in secret and knew no one would disturb them. In exchange, Sonia had promised him a place at the next private get-together at Noelia’s uncles’ house. There everyone won: Damián would get his party, Sonia would get paid by the old men in the morning, they would enjoy a young, eager woman, and Noelia would get exactly what she had come looking for.

After saying goodbye to her grandfather, she made her way down the hallway to the small control desk in that wing and texted Sonia that she had finished the visit. She didn’t write what she really thought: that she was ready, that she had spent the whole week imagining that morning, that she could feel her thong soaked just from anticipation.

—Get ready, gorgeous. I’ve got the five horniest old men on my ward for you —Sonia said, leading her through the corridors—. And, like you asked, they haven’t been bathed this morning.

They stopped in front of a door. The aide knocked with her knuckles and opened it without waiting for an answer. She let her in and said goodbye.

—Inside you’ve got a shower and a clean towel. The water comes out cold, but it’ll do to get you home presentable —she said with a smile—. Enjoy yourself. I’ll come back for you in a couple of hours.

She winked and closed it.

***

Noelia found herself in a long room. From the rusted machines and the equipment piled against the walls, she guessed that this had once been the center’s gym. Off to one side, a tiny room without a door: a toilet without a seat, an old sink, and a shower that was little more than a pipe jutting out of the wall. At the back, five white plastic chairs, and in them five old men sitting with their backs to her. On a table by the entrance were their pajamas, folded and carefully separated. They were already naked, waiting for her.

She grabbed one of the shirts and brought it to her nose. The smell of stale sweat filled her lungs and made her smile. Then she took a pair of trousers and searched hungrily for the crotch; the stench was intense, but she didn’t care. She ran her tongue over the most soaked spot while, with her other hand, she started rubbing herself over her jeans.

—Come on, come here so we can see you —said a hoarse voice from the back.

None of them yet knew how far that blonde was willing to go. But a young woman who arranged to meet five old men and expressly asked that they not wash promised a morning without rules.

—Coming —she replied, coming back to herself.

She began undoing her pants while she kicked off her sneakers with her feet, without bending down. In an instant the clothes landed beside the pajamas. She unclasped her bra and freed her breasts. She moved toward them, slowly stroking herself, taking in the five men waiting for her with her eyes. In front of the chairs were two hospital mattresses thrown on the floor, worn and stained.

As she approached, she got to know them. Anselmo, seventy-six, fat and hairy, soft-fleshed, with a belly that covered his sex; it wasn’t long, but it was thick, the sort that fills you up. Aurelio, eighty-one, small as a mouse, with the face of a kindly grandfather hiding the most twisted man in the group: what he lacked in size he made up for with endless imagination. El Junco, seventy-three, very tall and so skinny he seemed carved from bone, with a member as long as it was thin. El Camarón, from Cádiz, foul-mouthed and obscene, the most talkative of them all. And Bruno, the biggest and most neglected, raised in the street and taken in by the center, the one no aide wanted to deal with.

Noelia passed by Bruno, the one closest to the wall, and the smell of sour sweat hit her. Barefoot, with red-painted nails, she climbed onto the mattresses, planted herself in front of them, and squeezed her breasts while she licked her lips.

—What a collection I’ve got for myself today —she said.

The five of them were touching themselves, sweating against the plastic chairs.

—Well, look at that slutty face on you, girl —snapped El Camarón—. Today you’re going to end up well and truly worn out.

The man from Cádiz got up first and stood in front of her. With his big hands he grabbed her breasts while she took the chance to seize the first erection of the day. She pulled the foreskin down without disgust, brought her fingers to her mouth, and licked everything she found, making it clear from the start that there would be no limits that morning. Then she pulled down her thong, slipped it off over her feet, and showed the hair she had deliberately let grow, knowing they would like it.

—Nice bush you’ve got there, wild one —said El Camarón.

Now it was he who was putting his fingers in her mouth after running them over places that made her wrinkle her nose, and she sucked them eagerly while she jerked him off. The others got up and surrounded her. Noelia put her hands on the asses of the two biggest men, who flanked her, and started playing with them while the fat ones bent over her chest, trading tongue between themselves and her mouth in a tangle of saliva.

El Camarón crouched down to make room for another and, in passing, spread her sex open with his fingers.

—Holy fucking shit, she’s like a racehorse —he announced to his friends—. She’s dripping everywhere.

***

El Junco, the skinny one with the endless cock, had positioned himself behind her. Though he towered over her by two heads, he bent his knees with surprising skill and adjusted to her height. Noelia, already desperate to have something inside her, shoved her hips back to make his path easier. The position brought her face close to Aurelio, who had taken up a place in front of her without losing that kindly-and-lecherous smile.

—Eager, huh, beautiful? —the old man said, stroking her cheek—. Don’t worry, you’ll be starting with the longest one.

With one thrust, El Junco went all the way in. The blonde went from moans to screams. She let go of the hands she had been using to grip the head of the man devouring her between her legs and to withstand the assaults, which grew stronger and stronger.

—Do you like it, slut? —Aurelio asked—. Then now you’re going to do something for me, and if you do it well you’ll get a reward.

Bruno, the laziest of the group, received a gesture from the small old man. No one needed to explain anything to him: he knew perfectly well that his mouth was the most repulsive on the whole ward. White hair matted with grease, pockmarked face, a few black teeth, and breath that came before his tongue did. None of that scared Noelia. On the contrary, it turned her on even more.

—Bring me that mouth, old man —she said, grabbing him by the head.

While El Junco kept wrecking her from behind, she tangled herself in an endless kiss with Bruno, trading saliva without pause. When he spat, she took it on her tongue, proudly showed it off, and swallowed it slowly, looking at Aurelio so he could see just how far she would go.

—Such a good girl —the old man said—. Here’s your reward.

And he took out his false teeth, with bits of breakfast still stuck to them, and held them out to her. Far from pulling away, Noelia took them in her own hands, licked them from top to bottom, and shoved them into her mouth as if they were a toy. The taste of tobacco and coffee coated her palate. Then she slipped them between her legs, shining with saliva, and the brush of the teeth made her moan while she searched with her tongue for the old man’s toothless mouth.

—Now that’s more like it —she panted, taking the dentures out—. Fill me up with meat, you bastards.

***

El Camarón lay down on the mattress without caring about dirtying his back. Noelia understood at once. She let a gob of spit fall on him, turned her back to him, and slowly impaled herself from behind, sinking down to the end to enjoy the thickness. Then she leaned back, braced herself on her hands, and opened her thighs, showing her sex, asking for more.

—You first, Junco —Aurelio ordered—. That way you’ll leave her nice and open.

The skinny man penetrated her from the front while Bruno and Anselmo held her legs, unable to resist bringing those feet to their mouths. Noelia screamed with pleasure, doubly occupied, with the two old men masturbating beside her face and letting threads of fluid fall that she tried to catch with her tongue. El Camarón, underneath her, kept pulling at her nipples, bringing her closer to the edge.

—Hit me hard, I’m gonna cum —she begged—. But I want the load in my mouth, you bastards.

The two of them sped up. The air was unbreathable, thick with sweat and sex. Suddenly the blonde seemed to go into a trance: eyes rolled back, body almost still, a broken whisper.

—I’m cumming... I’m cumming, feels so good —she murmured between spasms.

Aurelio, never missing a chance, brought his sticky fingers to her mouth, and she sucked them while the orgasm shook her with a cry that echoed through the empty room.

***

As soon as she recovered, she was already asking for more. It was the big men’s turn. Anselmo lay down and the blonde mounted him, forcing her way through the mass of flesh until she fit. She pressed her breasts against the old man’s body, devoured his mouth hungrily, buried her nose in his armpits, and ran her tongue over his whole face, coating herself in his sweat.

Bruno, standing, was stroking himself as he watched those pale hips. He knelt clumsily, spat on Noelia’s back entrance, and slammed into her at once, pressing his belly against her to force his way in. Crushed between the two men, the blonde shuddered: the heat, the weight, the smell of unwashed skin. And she still wanted more, licking whatever she could reach, turning her face to steal their tongue.

—Again, you bastards, I’m gonna cum again —she shouted, as the second orgasm clouded her head.

Dripping with other people’s sweat and her own, she managed to sit up.

—Come on, I’m thirsty —she said—. I want to swallow and then take a proper shower.

***

The moment Aurelio had been orchestrating all morning arrived. One by one, the old men stood in front of her, and she waited on her knees with her tongue out. El Camarón went first, announcing what was coming with his filthy tongue and unloading straight down her throat. Anselmo grabbed her by the ponytail and fucked her mouth with no mercy until he emptied himself. Bruno did it in spurts, splashing her face, and she gathered every drop with her fingers to bring them to her lips. The mix of flavors, together with the gagging that slipped from her, seemed to please her even more.

—Let Junco hold out —Aurelio ordered, still dripping—. That’s what the longest one is for.

The little man, far from getting tired of inventing, formed a circle around the blonde. The five of them showered her at once, and she, kneeling, tried to swallow everything that fell into her mouth while the rest soaked her face and chest. The smell filled everything, but nothing seemed enough for Noelia.

—Now each of you leaves this slut a keepsake —Aurelio said with a crooked smile—. Something so she remembers us by.

—Come on, you bastards —she panted—. The filthier, the better.

What followed was the most extreme parade of everything she had ever experienced. Thick spits that she caught on her tongue and showed off before swallowing; loads that dirtied her body and that she accepted with laughter, collecting them with her hand as if they were a delicacy. Aurelio, tireless, alternated his fist between her two openings to keep her open while directing each of them in turn, and Noelia obeyed delightedly, proving that no idea of that old man’s could top hers.

When El Junco, the only one still holding out, finally unloaded behind her with four thrusts, she held him tight against her so he wouldn’t pull anything out. The skinny man staggered upright and the blonde was left sprawled out, in a kind of dirty ecstasy, her body coated and her breathing ragged.

***

The old men got dressed and left one by one. The last, Aurelio, waited until El Junco had put on his pajamas. In the hallway they crossed paths with Sonia and Damián, the maintenance man. One wink was enough to confirm that the morning had been a success.

When they opened the door to the room, moans were still coming from the back. The aide put her hands to her head when she saw Noelia.

—She still hasn’t washed herself —she complained, and ran to turn on the shower water to hurry her up.

Meanwhile, Damián had taken out his cock and was masturbating over the blonde, unable to contain himself at the sight of her like that, sprawled and satisfied.

—Here you go, slut —the maintenance man groaned as he finished on her.

Noelia gathered the thick strands with one hand, licked her lips, and, with a grin from ear to ear, looked up at him from the floor.

—And you don’t want anything else, you asshole? —she asked.