Helping My 72 Year Old Uncle Orgasm

Preface

They say age is just a number. It can be. Growing old is a privilege. Growing old and still having someone to help empty your balls is a bonus. I helped older men in my younger years. They make amazing lovers.

Disclaimer

All characters are over 21. All characters consent to events in the story.

Prologue

I was twenty five and Bill was seventy two when we met for the first time back in 1998. Despite recently losing his wife of fifty years, I remember thinking he must have been a good looking guy in his day. Black and white photos littered the walls of their home. Every photograph was a memory of days long in the past. He looked like a man's man, a provider. They looked happy.

Helping My 72 Year Old Uncle Orgasm

(1998)

The clock chimes three in the afternoon. Clocks tick out of sync in all five rooms of the ground floor. I don't know about upstairs. I haven't been upstairs.

Bill is my father's uncle, so to speak. He was a close friend of the family. My father calls him uncle Bill.

"Jane? Is that you? I'm up here." I hear a voice call from upstairs.

I return to the hallway and climb the stairs. Each stair creaks in a different way as I make my way to the first floor.

Bill sits on a bed in one of the rooms off the landing. Photographs surround him.

"Hey there. I'm Jane. My Dad said to let myself in." I say, stepping into the room with my hands behind my back.

"Ah, Jane. Thanks. Your Dad said you would come over." Bill says.

"Dad says to tell you he's sorry he can't come. He's sorry to hear about Betty passing."

Bill looks up and smiles. She was his life. That much is obvious, looking around the home they built. Every wall has a photograph of a memory from the life they shared.

"It was inevitable but it still hits you when they go." he says, looking up from a photograph he was stroking.

"I told dad I would help you with her stuff. I can only spend tonight. There's somewhere I have to be tomorrow. I am sorry but it's all the time I have." I say.

"Thank you. I didn't expect you that long. Everything you help move, helps me. I don't want to remove everything. I want to keep most of her things in one of the bedrooms. I can visit and remember her in one room."

"I can help you do that." I say, putting an arm around his shoulder.

"You're a sweetheart. Thank you." he says, looking up at me.

Something in his eyes tells me there's life in the old dog. Betty had been ill for a few years. Bill may have been missing out on other things in life.

...

After an afternoon of sorting through boxes, I shower while Bill cooks food.

My hair is damp while we eat and Bill wants to show me where the spare towels are. He takes me to the room I will be spending the night in. It's a large room with not much furniture.

I sit on the bed and towel my hair. I hum to myself as I scrunch my hair.

Bill watches me, like he is waiting for something.

"Is there something you need Bill?" I ask.

"Sorry. It's just that... Betty used to do that after a shower. Until I had to do it for her." he says, smiling a gentle smile.

I smile back and offer a hand to hold. It must be hard for him.

"It's the other things too." he says, looking down at the floor.

"Other things?" I ask.

"You know. The physical side."

"Sex?" I say, hearing the words before I thought about how they would sound to an older man.

"Yes. That." he says, crossing his hands in front of himself.

It must have been difficult for him.

I can relate. I have a high sex drive. A day doesn't pass when I don't masturbate. I have an idea. It is a gamble but I am sure we will both benefit.

I lift my heavy tits free from my bathrobe.

"You can touch them. If you want." I say.

Bill looks up. His hands open. Shock turns to acceptance. He has a beautiful young woman in his house. Her large, round breasts are naked and she wants to help comfort him.

"Can I? You don't mind?" he asks.

"Not at all. My nipples are sensitive." I say, stroking my left nipple. It stands out. They stand long and firm when I play with them. My nipples are sluts for attention.

Bill lifts his open hands. His skin looks aged and soft.

His pale blue eyes examine every inch of my breasts like he is seeing breasts for the first time.

His touch is gentle.

"Is that okay?" he asks.

"That's lovely." I say, reassuring him.

"Could I... could I kiss them?" Bill asks.

"Why not. Go ahead." I say, placing my hand on his shoulder.

He moves closer and places his lips over my left nipple. My pussy twitches. I am not sure he should be having this effect on my cunt. He is an old man.

"Is that nice?" I ask.

"Heaven." he says.

I look down to where his fingers fumble with his trousers. Is he getting hard? Do older guys get hard?

"You can take it out if you want." I offer.

He looks up at me. A smile from his youth burns through his eyes. A younger Bill is re-awakening.

"Can I help you with that?" I ask, watching as he unclips his belt and buttons. He pulls at his zip and his trousers crumple around his ankles.

"Can I see it?" I ask, looking at his boxer shorts.

"Are you sure?" he asks.

"Yeah. Show it to me. Show me your cock." I say, smiling and clasping my hands. I straighten my long blonde hair and curl it around my ear.

Bill pushes the waistband of his boxer shorts. They fall away and join his trousers on the floor.

His uncut cock stands at half-mast. Not quite flaccid but not erect either.

"It get's harder. I promise." he says, laughing.

"It's okay. I haven't seen..." I say, before pausing.

"Never seen one so old?" he says, completing my sentence.

I look up at his eyes. That spark is still there. He still has it in him to enjoy sex.

I lie back on the bed and open my towel. My pussy is right there for Bill to see.

I watch as his expression changes from a smile to excitement.

"Why don't you see what it tastes like?" I ask.

"Can I?" he asks, as I pull my legs back so my knees are by my shoulders.

His tongue is warm on the folds of my pussy. The soft hair on his beard tickles my ass hole. His tongue dips down and he licks me all the way from the opening of my cunt, up to my clit. His tongue lingers over that sweet spot. I moan with pleasure. His old tongue can still work magic.

My cunt is wet and I want his old cock inside my twat.

"Put it inside me," I say, pulling him up "I want to feel you inside me."

He takes a moment, bracing himself on the side of the bed. His cock nudges my opening. His cock is a younger man's cock.

My last boyfriend had a curve to his cock. Bill's dick is straight as an arrow. The tip tapers off. It's not a thick helmet. His cock is more like a missile. His dick is a cock missile and he is loading it inside me.

Whoever said old men can't fuck is wrong. Old men can totally fuck. Bill's dick slides all the way inside my eager young cunt. My walls open and welcome his cock with slick ease.

I look in his eyes. He is a young man again. He is fucking a young woman as a young man. His hips start to buck. He watches my mammoth tits wobble and bounce as he grips my thighs.

My hands are behind my thighs but Bill has them held open. His fascination with my huge young tits breaks only to peer down at his cock sliding in and out of my twat.

Bill may be old but the signs don't change. His breathing speeds up and he can't keep his rhythm. His dick swells inside me. His old cock is about to explode.

I grab his arms as his orgasm lands. Skin meets skin as he shoots his cum inside my young cunt. My pussy floods with his old-man cum. It is warm as it trickles over my ass hole. I gave him what he needed. Bill needed to feel a woman's cunt around his cock while he came.

We spend an hour with Bill nestled against my breasts under a sheet on the bed. He recovers in my arms. It's nice to know I can help in more ways than one.

Helping Bill helped me realise something. You don't stop having sex when you grow old. You grow old when you stop having sex. It was important he moved on without leaving his old life with Betty behind. But he knew he still had life left in him.

I hope I helped him realise that.

So, that 's another story about my younger days, done!

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