Hi. My name is April. It was about a month past my sixteenth birthday at the time I was saving up to buy a car. My parents said they would match dollar for dollar whatever I had saved up when I went to buy my car. 

One of my mom's friend's heard I was looking for a job, and she said she could get me a job at a nursing home that she knew was looking for help.

Well, I jumped at the chance. I figured I would make more money doing something like that than I would just babysitting. 

On my first day, a woman took me around to show me what I would be doing. I was in one of the resident's rooms when Lisa said, “Ok, April. Basically, all you need to do is sweep up any trash you see. Empty the trash if it needs it and mop if you need to.”

I told her, “Yeah, I think I can handle that.”

She smiled and said, “I'm sure you'll save up enough money to buy a car in no time.”

I told her, “I hope so.”

I got my broom and dustpan off the cart in the hall and went back into the room to sweep up. I saw a man lying in the bed. He looked to be about the age of my grandpa. I wasn't told I couldn't speak to the resident's, so I said, “Hello, I'm April. It's my first day here. I'm just going to sweep up and empty your trash for you, ok.”

The man just smiled. I went on about my work and left his room. I had about twenty five rooms to check. Some had women residents in the bed, and some had male residents in the bed. I tried to be nice to everyone so I said, “Hi, my name is April and it is my first day and it's nice to meet you.”  

Most of the resident's just said hi and that was it.

I had been at the nursing home for about a week. On this particular day, when I went into the first room to clean it, at first I thought the room was empty. But then, as I started to sweep, I saw a man. Most of the residents were just lying in their beds

But this man was sitting by the window, looking out. The sun was very bright and shining through the window, and as I got closer to the man, I could see he was sitting in a chair naked and slowly masturbating. 

My boss and the other workers at the home told me that if I saw anything like that, not to react. They said it was normal. One of the women told me that they had surprised guys masturbating naked. She said we can't do anything about it. She said the best thing to do is just leave the room for a few minutes and come back. Give them time to finish up. 

I didn't react well at all. When I saw what he was doing, I let out a loud gasp and practically yelled, “My God! What are you…?”

But then I caught myself, and I quickly left the room. I waited a few minutes to let him finish. When I went back into the room, he was just sitting in his chair and looking out the window. At first I thought he might be dead. I walked over to him and asked, “Mr. Phillips, a-a-are you O-ok?”

He looked at me with a big smile on his face and said, "I'm fine, sweety.”

I told him, “Look, I'm sorry I walked in on you like that, violating your privacy.” 

I noticed he had a blanket over his lap now. He told me, “Hey, that's ok. If anyone should be apologizing, it should be me. You've only been here a few days. The other person who did your job was a young man, and I never thought anything about doing that around him.”

The next thing he said shocked me. He asked, “So, how much do you have saved up for your car?”

I didn't realize he knew I was saving up for a car. I told him, “Just a couple hundred dollars.”

He said, “Can't buy much with that unless you want a clunker.”

I told him, “No, I want something really nice.”

He then said, “You know, I could help you out with buying a car.”

At first I had no idea what he meant, then he pulled the blanket off his lap, exposing his hard cock, and said, “Give me a handjob, and I will pay you twenty-five dollars.”

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I just wanted to run out of his room and go tell my boss about what he said, but then I thought about how much I wanted a car. I asked, “Just jack you off until you cum, then you'll give me twenty-five dollars?”

He had a big smile on his face and said, “Yep, that's all you have to do.”

I asked, “But what if we get caught?”

He said, “I'll tell you what. Why don't you go over and shut the door? Then nobody will see.”

I told him, “Ok, I'll be right back.” 

I practically ran to close the door. I don't know if it was so nobody would know I was in the room, or if it was because I was excited and really wanted to feel his cock in my hand. I guess it was a little bit of both.

When I got back to Mr. Phillips, my hands were shaking so bad. But again, I just chalked that up to my being scared of getting caught and from the excitement. 

When I got to Mr. Phillips, he had me get on my knees beside his chair. He noticed my hands shaking and took both of them in his hands and told me, “Just relax, sweety.”

He took one of my hands and placed it on his cock. Seeing it up close, it seemed huge. Having the internet at home, I had watched porn before, but I had never seen a cock up close. 

He had me wrap my hand around his cock, and when I did, I started jerking his cock as fast as I could. He put his hand on mine and said, “Slow, baby. I don't want to cum too fast.”

When he said that, I slowed down, jerking him. It took a few minutes for him to cum. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he moaned. I didn't realize the head of his cock was pointed straight at my face, and when he came, it shot all over my face, and a lot got in my mouth. 

After he came, it was like, Wham bam, thank you, ma'am. He said, “The money is in the nightstand by my bed.”

I went over and got the money and left. I didn't say a word to him. The next day at work I asked Mr. Phillips, “Do you want another handjob like yesterday for twenty-five dollars?”

He said, “Thank you, sweety, for asking. But I can't get it up except for about once a week.”

I went on about my job. Sweeping and emptying the trash. I left his room and went to the next room to clean it, and the guy was lying on his bed, and he said, “I hear certain residents get special treatment.”

I pretended not to know what he was talking about. I asked, “What do you mean, Mr. Bell?”

He told me, “Well, Mr. Phillips was telling me just yesterday that you gave him a handjob for twenty-five dollars.”

I kept up the pretense and said, “You must be thinking about someone else.”

He persisted and asked, “Your name is April. And you are new here…right?”

I decided to stop denying it and said, “Let me guess, you want a handjob too?”

I mean, I didn’t want it to take forever to get my car. Plus, Mr. Bell seemed like a nice guy. He said, “No, not exactly.”

I sighed, “Then, what do you want, Mr. Bell?”

He said, “I want you to give me a blowjob.”

I told him, “Well, if I do it. It’s going to cost you more than twenty-five dollars.”

He smiled and said, “I figured that, sweety. I’m willing to pay you fifty dollars.”

I told him, “Ok, but I won’t swallow. I’m not ready to do that just yet, ok?”

He said, “Of course, whatever you want, sweety.”

I went over and shut the door, then went up to his bed and asked, “So, how do you want to do this? You want to be standing, or just lay there in the bed?”

He pulled back the sheet, exposing his hard-erect cock, and that’s when I noticed he didn’t have any legs from the knees down. He said, “We’re going to have to do it from here, honey.”

He looked at me and said, “No hands, okay?”

I didn’t answer; I just put my hands behind my back and bent over and took the head of his cock into my mouth and licked the precum from it. He looked to be older than Mr. Philips, but he was a lot bigger. As I took more of Mr. Bell’s cock into my mouth, I felt his hand on the back of my head.

At first I started to protest. And I tried to pull my mouth off his cock. “Hey, what…?”

He shushed me, “Hey, hey. Look up here, sweety.”

I looked up into his eyes, and he said, “It’s ok. I won’t force you. I just like having my hand on your head, ok.”

With the head of his cock still in my mouth, I started to take more of his cock into my mouth and down my throat. I had never had a cock in my mouth before, but it didn't seem as bad as I thought it would, especially since I was making money from it.

I don't know how long Mr. Bell’s cock was, but it seemed to get thicker the more of it I took down my throat. I was about three quarters down on it when I came up for air. His hand was still on the back of my head when he said, “All the way down or no money, bitch.”

I told him, "But you're just so long, and God, so thick.”

He told me, “Oh, come on. I'm sure you have sucked cocks bigger than mine.”

I told him, “Yours is the first cock I have sucked.”

I saw a big smile appear on his face, and he said, “Well, I'm honored. Now get back to it before someone walks in on us.”

I took his cock back into my mouth and down my throat in one quick motion, up to where I started to choke before. I was about to pull my mouth off when, with the hand on the back of my head, he pushed my mouth down until he was balls deep down my throat. 

I was gagging and choking. But he only held my head like that for a couple seconds. He let up before I even had a chance to try and push him off.

As soon as he let up, I pulled my mouth off his cock. I was about to yell at him for it when he smiled and put a finger to his lips for me to be quiet. He said, “I'm sorry about that kiddo, but I just couldn't resist.”

I took his cock back in my mouth and sucked him. I didn't go down on him enough to make myself gag and choke. Just what I  was comfortable with. 

After a couple minutes, Mr. Bell started to cum in my mouth. I tried to pull my mouth off his cock, but he had both hands on the back of my head now. He was shoving my mouth down on his cock; he was just holding it there, filling my mouth with his cum. 

I didn't fight. I didn't want anyone to hear us and come into the room. I figured what he was doing wasn't as bad if we got caught. 

Mr. Bell held my mouth on his cock until he emptied his balls. Thinking back on it now, it wasn't really that bad. Every guy I have sucked since I have swallowed their cum. 

When he was done cuming and let go of my head, I pulled my mouth off his cock. He started apologizing, saying, “April, baby. I'm so sorry…”

I interrupted him and said, "Yeah, yeah. I know. You couldn't help yourself.”

He just smiled at me and said, “There's money in the nightstand.”

I opened the drawer to the nightstand and told him, “I'm taking a hundred dollars.”

He didn't say a word. I pocketed the money and finished cleaning Mr. Bell's room. I then went to the next room I needed to clean. It was a sweet old lady of about seventy-five years old. 

She was sitting on her bed. She just had on the regular hospital gown. I went about doing my job. She told me, “Come here, dear. Sit with me on the bed.”

I did as she said. She asked me, “Has anyone ever told you that you are very beautiful?”

I knew where this was heading. Did Mr. Phillips tell all the resident's whose rooms I cleaned about what I did for  him? She said as she placed her hand on my thigh, “You remind me so much of my own great granddaughter.”

I didn't know what to say, so I didn't say anything. She said, “I lived with her and her mother until just recently. Sarah would run around the house naked all the time. It was mostly just me and Sarah at home since her mother worked a lot.”

Mrs. Harper got right to the point. She said, “Can I kiss you, sweety?”

I started to get up off the bed and I said, “Listen, Mrs Harper…”

She grabbed my arm and said, “Wait, I know I have to pay. Just say how much.”

I doubted all she wanted was a kiss. I pretended to hesitate, “Mrs. Harper, I don't know. I mean, what if we get caught?”

Before she could say anything, another resident about her age walked into the room, smiled at me, and said, “I'll be the lookout. I'll make sure nobody comes in.”

Well, I had never thought about being with a woman before, so I asked Mrs. Harper, “What do you want me to do?”

I was surprised when she said, “Nothing really. I'll do most of it.”

When I hesitated, she practically begged me, “Pleeease, April. Name your price.”

I gave her a big smile and said, “I'll tell you how much you owe me after we're done.”

I got back up on the bed with her, and she gave me a kiss on the lips. I must admit, it wasn't too bad. Next she told me, “Take your top off.”

Since I only had a short-sleeve shirt on with no buttons on it, I just lifted it over my head and off. Mrs. Harper then said, “Your bra too sweet.”

My boobs were big for my age. I think I had the biggest boobs in my school. I remembered the boys and even the male teachers leering at me, and they had no sag at all. I reached back and undid the clasp on my bra and let my boobs fall out. 

Mrs. Harper smiled and said, “Oh, my! They are perfect!”

I blushed when she said that. She said, “I bet the boys love them. And some of the girls too, I bet.”

I told her, “I haven't been with any boys or girls yet.” 

She didn't respond to that.

She just stared at my boobs and, without taking her eyes off them, asked, “May I?”

I told her, “Of course, consider them yours. After all, you are paying for them.”

She slowly reached out with her old, wrinkly hands and touched my boobs. She said, more to herself than to me, “Mmmm, magnificent, fantastic.” 

She was like a virgin touching a girl's tits for the first time. I knew there was no way this was her first time with a female. She cupped my boobs in her hands, gave each of my nipples a lick, and then sucked them. When I moaned, she asked, “You like grandma sucking on your nipples, April?”

I moaned, “God, yes!”

She licked all over my tits and then kissed me again and whispered in my ear, “Help grandma off with her gown.”

I did as she said; unlike me, she didn’t have a bra on. Her tits looked to be about the same size as mine, maybe a little bigger. But they sagged a lot. They sagged all the way to her waist. She cupped a hand under each of her saggy tits and lifted them up and told me, “Suck on grandma’s nipples like a good girl, April.”

Again, I did as I was told. There was just something about Mrs. Harper that made me want to do what she told me, and it wasn’t just the money. I couldn’t believe the size of her nipples; they were a mouthful. I sucked on her nipples, just like she told me. 

I must admit, I did enjoy sucking them. And she sure seemed to enjoy it very 

much.

After a minute or so of alternately sucking on her nipples, she asked me, “So, you have never done anything like this before?”

I smiled and said, “No, Grandma. I'm a good girl.”

It was the truth. I had never done anything like this before. I had never even masturbated. Little did I know it, but I was about to have my very first orgasm. And with a lady old enough to be my grandma. My great-grandma, actually. 

She had me get off the bed, and then she laid flat on her back on the bed. As she was doing this, she asked, “So how do you like your first sexual experience?”

I didn't lie, “So far, I'm enjoying it.”

She said, “Slip out of your bottoms for me.” 

I kicked off my shoes and slid my pants down, and then my panties and stepped out of them. I was now standing in front of Mrs. Harper naked but for my socks. She smiled and said, “Mmmm, I just love a hairy bush.” 

Lying on her back on the bed, she told me, “Come on. Up on the bed and straddle Grandma's face with that sweet, young pussy.”

I got up on the bed, and she had me straddle her face, so I had one thigh on either side of her head. She looked up and smiled, and I saw her lick her lips, and she said, “Now sit that sweet pussy down on Grandma's face, baby.”

It's like I was on autopilot. I just did as she told me. I slowly lowered myself down on Mrs. Harper's face. She positioned her head so just her eyes were visible. When I felt her tongue inside me, I thought for sure I was going to fall off the bed from the sheer pleasure, but I didn't. 

I had never felt anything like it before. As her tongue slowly licked my virgin pussy, Mrs. Harper took my hand and guided it to her pussy. It didn't take a genius to know what she wanted. I couldn't believe how wet she was for a woman her age. My finger slid right in. 

Once I started to finger her, she moved her hands to my hips and pulled my pussy closer to her. She also sped up her licking. I started grinding my pussy on her face, never letting my pussy leave her face. 

I also fingered her pussy faster and deeper. Mrs. Harper moved her hand from my hips to the bed. She started pounding the bed with her fists. At first I thought maybe she was having some kind of fit, but she kept licking my pussy with her tongue.

We both seemed to cum at the same time. At the time, I thought it had to be a very powerful orgasm. But since it was the very first one I ever had, I had nothing to compare it to. 

Thinking about it now, I would have to say it was indeed the best orgasm I ever had in my entire life. 

When I started to cum, Mrs. Harper started gagging. I started to lift up off of her face to make sure she was ok when all of a sudden her hands shot up, grabbed my hips, and pulled me back down on her face.

I just started grinding my pussy as hard and as fast as I could on her face until she stopped moving. 

Once she stopped moving and my orgasm had subsided, I rolled off of Mrs. Harper.

At first I thought maybe she was dead because she wasn't moving, and in the dim room light I couldn't tell if she was breathing or not. 

I was breathing hard from my orgasm and I shook Mrs. Harper by the shoulder and said, “Mrs…Harper…are…you…”

She was out of breath herself but managed to say, “Grandma's…fine…dear.”

After I caught my breath, I said, “Well, I better get dressed and clean your room.”

Mrs. Harper asked, “How much does grandma owe you, sweety?”

I knew that most of the resident's were on a fixed income, and since she made me feel good too. I told her, “A hundred dollars will cover it.”

She got into her purse and took out a hundred dollar bill and handed it to me. Then she said, “So, I'll see you tomorrow?”

I smiled and said, “You bet grandma.”

Then I quickly got dressed and cleaned up her room and left. 

The residents in all the other rooms were asleep. So nothing happened in them. But the man in my last room of the day was another older man. I'd say he was about eighty years old. 

The whole week I had been there to clean his room, he hadn't spoken a word to me. 

I was just about finished cleaning his room when I heard a voice say, “So, are you the little slut that gave Mr. Phillips a handjob?”

It sounded like the voice was right behind me. I quickly turned around, and Mr. Homes was right there, almost touching me. 

He had a big smile on his face and asked, “Are handjobs all you do?”

He couldn't have known what I had done for the other residents yet, so I said, “What were you wanting, Mr. Homes?”

He dropped his pants and said, “Wrap those big titties around this.”

His cock was huge and already hard as a rock and dripping precum. I reached out and gave it a stroke and asked, “What's in it for me if I do?”

He said, “Well, Mr. Phillips gave you twenty-five dollars for a handjob. How about I give you fifty dollars for what I want you to do?”

I pretended to think about it for a minute and then said, “A hundred dollars and you got yourself a deal.”

Mr. Homes said, “Deal. Now whip those titties out for me!”

I quickly took my top off and dropped to my knees. He reached out to grab my tits, but I slapped his hands and said, “No touching!”

He put his hands behind his back, and I leaned forward, and he slid his cock between my tits. As he slid it back and forth, the tip of it almost hit me in the face every time it popped out the top of my tits. 

As big as my tits were, his cock was so big that at least three inches came out the top of my tits every time he moved his cock up and down between them. 

He went slow at first, but he gradually sped up. He was huffing and puffing so hard I thought he was going to kill over. Then he told me, “I’ll…give…you…an…extra…fifty…if..you…let…me…give…you…a…facial.”

I figured, Hey, why not? That would just be more money towards my car. Plus, it was the last room I had to clean that day, so I told him, “Sure, go ahead, Mr. Homes.”

No sooner were the words out of my mouth than he was spraying all over my face and tits. I used my mouth to clean up every drop of cum from his cock, and then he went and got me my money.

I went and used Mr. Homes’ bathroom sink to clean up. Wouldn’t do to have anyone see or smell his cum on me.

As I walked home, I thought to myself, If things keep going like this, I will have enough money to buy a car in no time.