25yo/75yo Do More than Talk Sex 2

This is the second and final story in this series. The first told how I, a 25-year-old, enjoyed an unusual sexual relationship with a 75-year-old, Tommy, whom I always called Gramps. "25yo/75yo do more than talk sex" was the first story. This story stands by itself but reading the first story does add some background.

This story is short and involves sex between me and two seventy plus year olds.

It was at Gramps funeral that I first met his two closest surviving friends. Sam and Bert approached me outside the crematorium as everyone stood talking after the ceremony. They were both obviously ex-military, holding themselves proudly as if still in the forces. It was Sam that looked me closely in the eyes and said,

"You must be Jenny. Tommy told us so much about you. He told us you were stunning and he certainly wasn't lying."

Somehow the fact that they were as old as they were made this sound okay. I was happy with the compliment but wondered what Gramps (Tommy) had said about our relationship. Surely he hadn't told them any of the intimate details of our unusual friendship. We talked briefly about how they had been in the forces together, before Bert said,

"Tommy was a bit of a ladies' man."

He said it with a wicked smile, as if he was testing to see what I knew, or was it more? I tried to look unflustered as I admitted,

"He certainly shared a few stories about his younger days. I am sure he didn't tell me all the gory details. He retained the sparkle in his eyes to the day before he died."

I am not sure why I added the last comment, but it brought an immediate response from Sam, who said,

"It was you who he was with him the day before his operation. He refused to tell us who he was with. He did however tell us that he had a wonderful time. He was a very lucky old man."

This had left me in no doubt that while Gramps had not told his friends who I was, he had told them about what we had been doing. By confirming that I had been with him the day before he died, they had all the pieces of the jigsaw. My times with Gramps had opened my eyes to the fact that I could find a much older man attractive, something I would have felt laughable before meeting him. His two friends had the same great enthusiasm for life, the same energy, the same matter-of-fact attitude that I found attractive.

After Gramps had died, but before his funeral, I had been deeply upset. I was shocked at how the idea that he would never make love to me again left me feeling hollow. I met up with my ex-boyfriend, Ben, with the intention of having sex with him that day. I don't think I was very subtle and we were very quickly back at his place in bed together. He was rather surprised when I said,

"Bring me with your mouth and then fuck me in the arse."

He didn't argue, but it made me realize that Gramps had a very skilled mouth and tongue. My ex worked hard and eventually did manage to give me a very nice orgasm. Orgasms should be more than nice, but I accepted that nice was better than nothing. He obviously thought that he had done what he had been asked to and was in a rush to fuck me. I would have settled for a nice fucking, but he even fell short of that. It was just not happening for me, but he seemed very happy with things. I became frustrated and disinterested and happy to bring him to his orgasm as quickly as possible. When my finger found his anus, I simply pushed through his tight sphincter and his moan was one of both surprise and abandonment. He orgasmed immediately, pumping twice as quickly and twice as hard as usual.

I didn't even get to the point where I start to build towards a second orgasm. Yes I had enjoyed an orgasm with someone other than Gramps, but I was still left disappointed and very frustrated. I don't think I left my ex in any doubt that I was not particularly impressed, and I certainly didn't suggest getting together again. Yes it made me miss Gramps even more, but it also made me realize that I was going to look for a new lover with much more experience than my young ex.

No, I didn't leave that encounter looking for a grandfather figure, but the funeral was only a few days later when I met Sam and Bert. Of course I didn't see them as potential lovers, but the twinkle in their eyes suggested that I wouldn't need to give them a lot of encouragement for them to test the waters. Things moved from the crematorium to Gramps local pub, for a celebration of his life.

I admit that feeling a little flat, I celebrated rather too hard. I was not drunk and the word merry was certainly not applicable. When Sam offered me a lift home I just accepted it happily. While not being naïve, I was not accepting anything more than a lift back to my place. Bert joined us and I sat in the back of the car and gave them directions. When we arrived, I had a huge decision to make. I knew the decision I should make, but something made me invite them in for another drink to toast Tommy, or Gramps to me.

Although it was still late afternoon, we all agreed that it would be easier to toast Gramps with another alcoholic drink rather than tea. I had no beers, but they were very happy to have a glass of wine. The talk of Gramps very quickly turned to them reminiscing about their time together in the forces. I admit to steering them towards stories that involved their sexual adventures. They didn't take much steering. It was Sam who admitted,

"It was always Tommy who attracted the girls. He had a wonderful way with them and we benefitted as we met their friends. It was a wonderful time to be a young man as so many girls seemed desperate to thank us young soldiers."

"Gramps told me many stories about him and you guys being thanked by young girls. Many of his favourites involved the three of you together."

Both men laughed at this and Bert said,

"How much did he tell you about those post-war days? He generally was not a kiss-and-tell type of man."

This gave me the perfect opportunity to find out how much Gramps had told them out me, or more importantly, us.

"What did he tell you guys about me?"

They looked nervously at each other before Sam replied.

"He said he had loved every second he had spent with a very young lady, who we now know was you. He said that you were drop-dead gorgeous, generous with your time, wonderful company and very liberated. He said that the three months before his operation were the happiest he had been in years. Meeting you, we can both understand why you had brought so much happiness during his last months. We would like to thank you."

I immediately suspected that their thanking me was very likely to involve me getting naked. I fully admit, for some reason, my response was accompanied by a coy but very suggestive smile."

"Oh that is nice, but how exactly were you thinking of thanking me?"

They were both stopped in their tracks for a few moments before Bert said,

"Tommy would never tell us who you were, but he did say that you loved it when he went down on you. He said he had never met anyone who enjoyed oral sex as much as you. He said that even after he had brought you to orgasm, you always ensured that he was never left wanting."

I was desperate to know whether he had told them about my love of anal intercourse, but knew that if he hadn't then any mention of it by me would tell them anyway.

"Tommy was very special to me. He had a very special way with words. I could listen to his stories for ages, but I really loved it when he put his mouth and tongue to better use. If the two of you want to prove that older men are better at going down on women than my experience of young men, then I am up for it. Let me make it clear to you; this is a one-off offer and I am promising nothing more than you both licking my pussy. See it as a homage, a tribute if you like to Gramps, sorry Tommy."

There was no hesitation from either Sam or Bert. They followed me into my bedroom leaving me to strip below the waist. There was something very strange about things. I was still half dressed, they were still fully dressed, and the first time either of them touched me was when Sam's mouth found my pussy.

For me it was Gramps licking my pussy and it felt great. I didn't race straight to an orgasm, but was delighted to lay back, close my eyes and reminisce about times with Gramps. At some point Bert replaced Sam between my legs. I didn't open my eyes as Sam started to complete my undressing. Even though two men were now using their mouths to excite me, it was only Gramps in my head.

Sam's mouth was exciting my nipples, with his hands helping. Bert was doing a great job licking my pussy, but more and more visiting my anus with his tongue. It had been tentative at first, but receiving no protest from me got more and more confident. I suspected that Gramps had shared rather a lot about his time with me, with his friends.

I had promised them nothing more than access with their mouths to my pussy, but it was me who sought more. When I opened my eyes, I was surprised, but happy, to see that Sam was naked. His cock was disappointingly only semi-erect. I saw it as a challenge and lying him on his back I knelt over him in a classic 69 position. I took his firm but not hard cock in my mouth and found his balls with my hands.

Sam's mouth found my aroused pussy and it was only a few seconds before Bert spread the cheeks of my arse wide and buried his tongue in my anus. Sam's cock did get firmer but it was far from erect. I wished that I had a supply of magic blue tablets with me, but I didn't. The attention by the two mouths was bringing me slowly up to the breaking point, but still Sam was not fully erect. I was therefore very surprised when, without warning, he started to fill my mouth with cum.

This very strange development shocked my systems so much I pushed my arse back onto Bert's tongue and came myself. It surprised me and Bert, but he kept working his tongue into my spasming anus. I was just beginning to recover from my climax when Bert entered me from behind. He was certainly not suffering from a lack of an erection. I went to protest that I was too sensitive, but when Sam stopped licking my clit the cock in my pussy felt good.

We didn't change our positions much but I did rest my head next to Sam's soft cock. I am not sure why Bert's cock felt quite so good; was it big, or was it just the strange situation? Either way, I just settled for being fucked. After a couple of minutes, Sam's mouth found my clit again. It was verging on too sensitive, but I decided not to stop him. I was rewarded as very quickly the very sensitive turned to orgasm forming. I had plenty of time to relish the last few moments of bliss before climaxing. I waited to the last moment before moaning,

"This one is for you, Gramps, rest in peace."

It was a lovely, long, very satisfying orgasm and triggered Bert to cum too.

When we finally sat down and finished our drinks, I thanked them and said,

"That was a lovely way to remember Champs, but it will not be repeated."

They seemed so delighted to have shared the last hour with me they accepted what I said without any argument.

It was the last time I had sex with a man old enough to be my grandfather. It was not the last time I had sex with an older man. I met a man twenty years my senior and we hit it off instantly. I am sure I will never have sex with anyone even close to my own age. Sex with my new partner, strangely called Tom, is fantastic.

I have shared all the details of my time with Gramps with Tom. He loves it when I recount those times we had and enjoys teasing me unmercifully about it. I only call Tom Tommy during sex sessions, usually when I am about to, or during a climax. I could never tell Tom Gramps' name; it is the only secret I keep from him.