Angel Lust

My 82 year old patient had a wish before he died, he wanted me, age 18, to have sex with him, I agreed, and he got me pregnant.

When I was18 and working as a home carer for a sweet old man called Franklin, he was 82 years old and a war veteran, I crossed the professional line and did something that I shouldn’t have.

Franklin was so kind and sweet, always telling me stories about what he did during the war, and he was always happy and cheery, even though he had no surviving family members at all, he never got married and he has no children or siblings, and he didn’t have many friends either, he was almost completely alone in the world until I started caring for him.

I knew Franklin for a little over a year and we became good friends, close friends, celebrated birthdays together, enjoyed Christmas together, I never knew my grandfather and I guess Franklin filled that void in my life, I thought of him as family and I loved him so very much.

One day while I was helping him bathe, he got an erection, which I didn’t think was possible for a man of his age, and it was a very impressive size too.

Franklin made some silly joke about it popping up to say hello and that I should introduce myself and shake its hand, it made me laugh, he was being very naughty, but still I decided to indulge him.

“Well, now that ‘it’ is here, we should clean it too don’t you think?” I said, I was wearing my cleaning gloves anyway so technically I wouldn’t be touching it, not with bare skin, so what the hell.

Franklin winked at me.

I reached in to the water and gripped it in my hand and while trying not to look at it or burst out in nervous laughter, I tugged on it and I successfully jerked him off, and he had a powerful ejaculation, shooting his old seed across to the other side of the bath tub, “Oh gosh – Well, I think it likes me.” I said, Franklin looked happy with my ‘handy’ work, and we had a good laugh about it.

I helped him out of the tub and not another word was said about it, until a few weeks later when I was putting him to bed and he got another erection and once again he convinced me to ‘help him out’ so I did, I jerked him off under his sheets, “You dirty old git.” I joked, and he fell asleep.

A few months went by and Franklin’s health was getting worse, we were told that he could go at any day, and it was extremely upsetting.

Franklin spent the next month in his bed because he didn’t have the strength to get out and about, he was weak, tired and hooked up to a heart monitor.

One night he called me up to his room and asked me to help him fill out his last will and testament, which was difficult to do as I didn’t want to think of him dying, but I helped him and he left everything to me, his home, his car, all his worldly possessions, war medals and what little money he had, “I can’t accept that, Franklin.” I said.

He held my hand in a loving manner, “Please. Take it. It’s the least I can do.” He said.

I smiled, “Okay.” I said, “Is there anything that I can do for you? – To make you feel more comfortable or.. anything.” I asked.

“Well, there is one thing…” he said with a cheeky smile that I hadn’t seen for days.

“What’s that?” I asked.

“I don’t want to die a virgin.” He said.

I laughed so hard I almost wet myself, “Oh shut up!” I said.

“I’m serious.” He said.

“What are you going on about?” I asked.

“I’m a virgin.” He said.

I looked at him and he didn’t look like he was fibbing, “Are you serious?” I asked.

He nodded, “Just never met the right girl.” He said, with a look of regret on his face.

“You mean you’ve never…” I started to say.

“..nope. Never.” He finished.

I wasn’t sure if he was telling lies or not, but even if he was I still wanted to make him comfortable and happy for the time he had left, “Why are you telling me this?” I asked.

He just looked at me and I knew, he wanted me to have sex with him.

I shook my head slowly, “Oh, Franklin… I…. I don’t think ….I can’t do that.” I said.

“You’d be making an old man very happy.” He replied, “It still works if that’s what you’re worried about.” He joked.

I laughed, “I know it does.”

I was 18, I was a young girl, and he was in his 80’s, a very old man, just thinking about it felt weird, but at the same time I really wanted to make him happy, and I genuinely loved him, and I didn’t want my final memory of him to be that I didn’t grant him his final wish.

“Okay, Franklin….. Okay.” I said, agreeing to do it.

He smiled and his eyes glowed, “Really?” he said.

“Yes.” I said.

He pulled his blankets off to reveal that he’d already wiggled his bottoms down and his cock was half erect already, “Well, lets get it on with it then.” He said.

I laughed, “Bloody hell, Franklin, you can’t just whip it out like that and expect me to jump on you. It takes time, we have to take it slow.” I said.

“How slow? - I don’t know how much time I’ve got left.” He replied, in his usual funny manner.

I turned out the light and then slowly got undressed while he watched and drooled a little out the side of his mouth, his heart monitor began to beep faster.

“Calm down, Franklin.” I said.

He was too weak to get on top of me so I got on top of him instead, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” I said, straddling myself across his upper legs, then I reached down and rubbed his cock between with both hands, he was surprisingly very hard for such an old man and had a good 6-inches of length.
He let out a long deep breath, “Ooof.”

“Are you ready, Franklin?” I asked.

“Oh yes.” He replied.

I pushed myself up on my knees before guiding his cock to my opening and then I slowly slipped it inside me and gently lowered myself on to it, letting him slide in to me slowly, “Ug.”

“Oooooooo.” He gasped, “That’s warm.” He said.

I smiled, “Is it nice?” I asked.

He nodded and placed his hands on my hips.

I was a little worried about how fast his heart monitor was beeping, so I turned the beeper off, and I rode his old cock real slow for about 5-minutes, listening to him breathing and gasping with a smile on his face.

He was enjoying it, then again I’m sure any man his age would when having sex with a girl my age, I too began to enjoy the feel of his old hard cock sliding in and out of my pussy, I closed my eyes and rode him slowly, thinking about how this wonderful man fought for our country, all the wonderful things he did in his life, and how much he deserved to have anything he wanted, Franklin was such a wonderful man, a real man by any definition.

I started to feel myself climaxing and I couldn’t resist the urge to ride him faster, driving his cock deeper in to me, “Uh – Franklin – Mmm.” I lifted his hand and put his finger in my mouth and sucked it like it was a cock, “Mmm.” While bouncing faster and harder and listening to him breathing heavily, “Ug- Oh oh”

I had an orgasm and my head sprang back and I let out a loud moan of blissful pleasure as I leaked warm fluid all over his old balls, “UGH! – OOOOOOOOOOAAAGGH!”

I got caught in the moment and rode him faster and harder, placing my hands flat on to his stomach and bouncing hard, “Oh Franklin – Franklin – Oooh – Franklin – Cum inside me, Franklin – Give it to me!” I gasped.

I heard him let out a long groan, “Ug-Ooogh-Ooo-Ug….” I opened my eyes and looked down at him and he was completely still, his eyes were open and he wasn’t moving, I felt his cock swell inside me and then the unmistakable feeling of his warm sperm shooting off like bullets and splashing against my inner walls, “Oooh – Ug!” I gasped as I looked at his heart monitor and realised that he’d passed away.

I froze in place, staring down at his absent face, the light in his eyes fading, still feeling his sperm seeping in to me, he was dead, he had passed away just before he nutted inside of me.

“Franklin?” I said, the shock of realisation sweeping over me, I’d given him his dying wish but I now had a dead man’s cock inside me.

I slowly pulled myself off him and checked his pulse, he didn’t have one, I pressed the panic button and called for an ambulance while I got dressed quickly.

They came and declared him deceased, he was gone, and I couldn’t watch them take him away, so I went home.

A few days later I was contacted by the coroner who had questions in relation to finding that Franklin had signs of genital trauma and he suspected he’d had sex shortly before he died, I confessed to everything, I lost my carers licence and my job, but it was worth it.

A few weeks later I found out that I was pregnant, it was Franklins, I could have had an abortion but ultimately decided to have the baby out of respect and so that Franklin would live on, at least in some form.

I gave birth to a daughter, Hailey, she looks like Franklin and has his sense of humour.

I haven’t told her who her father is, I don’t think she could handle knowing that when I was 18 I had sex with a 82 year old dying man….. And that technically he shot her inside me AFTER he died.

I hope you’re smiling down on us, Franklin. I love you. You dirty old git.