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Aunty Jean's Version - 3
By Anonymous (address withheld)
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My septuagenarian lover and I have a day to be remembered
as I expand her variety of sexual experiences. (MF, inc,
oral, anal, bd, spank)
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Part 3: Taking Aunty Jeans Sexual Adventures to the
Next Level
Although it had only been three weeks, it seemed like a
lifetime, since I had last enjoyed the pleasures
afforded by my septuagenarian lover. We had
communicated regularly by telephone since I had now
bought her a mobile she could use when her husband was
not about or when she was downstairs doing the laundry.
In addition to the mobile I had also provided her with
a special little friend for use when I was not around;
a good sized vibrator which she assured me had already
been put to good use on a couple of occasions with very
satisfying results. Although she was still struggling
with a deep seated belief that self pleasure was a
mortal sin. Her language during some of our calls was
choice as she frequently talked about sucking my cock
and swallowing my come as well as needing to feel my
prick in her cunt.
Our next opportunity arose when John had to go to
hospital for his regular check up for his failing
eyesight, which meant we would have about 6 hours to
ourselves. I offered to take him to the hospital giving
me an excuse for being at their flat. The fact that
this came just 3 days after Jean's 76th birthday was a
bit of a bonus as this meant that at least in the
numbers game she was now 26 years older than me.
Because of the timing I stayed with them the night
before using the guest room that the home provided for
visiting relatives. During the evening I showed them
some family photos on my laptop. Because of John's
sight he had to sit close up to the screen with Aunty
and I behind him so as they watched I quietly lifted up
Jean's full skirt and slid my hand down the back of her
knickers.
She uttered a little gasp then parted her legs to give
me access to her feminine treasures. Working my hand
forward I parted her lower lips and gently eased my
thumb into the ridged tube of her vagina then slowly
started to masturbate her rubbing her clitoris with the
edge of my forefinger as my thumb moved in and out of
her very wet cunt.
Her thighs clamped on my wrist as she made her excuses
that she needed the loo and pulling away she left the
room and fled to the bathroom.
Explaining to John that as I had already seen the
photos I left him in control of the mouse and set off
after Jean, surreptitiously unzipping myself as I went,
to find her in the bathroom sitting on the edge of the
bath enjoying what appeared to be a nice little orgasm.
As I came in she hissed at me. "You swine what do you
think you were doing I nearly came when you slid your
thumb into me and even I could not pass that off as
diveticulitis." Then her eyes caught site of my exposed
and very erect cock and she smiled.
I did not even bother answering just span her round and
bent her over the sink. Lifting the back of her skirt I
slipped aside the soaking crotch of her knickers and
presented the business end of my cock to her cunt then
shoved it deep into her.
One, two, three thrusts and I came hosing her insides
with three weeks worth of come. As soon as I had
finished I withdrew, adjusted her knickers and flipped
down her skirt, then zipping up returned to John in the
dining room to continue describing the photos whilst
leaving dear Aunty to compose herself out in the
bathroom.
What happened next shocked even me as just a few
seconds later she reappeared with her right hand raised
and her middle finger glistening with what I guessed
was my come which she proceeded to pop into her mouth
and suck clean.
"Mmm," she said "I needed that; sorry if I have missed
the show maybe next time."
I had clearly awoken a sex fiend which promised well
for the following day.
The rest of the evening was fairly uneventful as we
only managed a couple of fondles and Jean sucked my
cock for a couple of seconds when John was getting
ready for bed then off I went to the guest room for a
fitful nights sleep.
When I returned the following morning John was dressed
and ready but Aunty was still in her nightdress. It has
to be said it was not the most glamorous of things
being full length brushed cotton with a high neck,
frilled sleeves and a floral pattern. That aside it was
stimulating in a strange sort of way as it was all part
of my attraction to much older women, like my love of
girdles, corsets and old fashioned long legged
bloomers. What was good is that it was thin enough for
me to see she was naked underneath it. As she turned
slightly I could see the outline of her rather slack
breasts and there was no sign of any knicker elastic
across her buttocks. His bode well for later on.
I suppose if one went back into my past it could all be
traced back to my having spent a lot of my childhood
with my grandparents were female undergarments were
always present on ever full washing lines.
It was soon time to go so John set off down the hall
and as always when I left, albeit temporarily, Jean
gave me a hug and told me to drive safely but she also
whispered in my ear; "I hope you have got your strength
back after last night as this old lady is in need of a
dam good fucking and whilst you are out I intend to put
your little present to some good use! Just to get
myself ready for that big cock of yours."
I responded with a gentle squeeze of her right buttock
and left breast and a quiet, "Now you behave while I am
out we do not want you doing anything naughty, do we?"
With that and a wink I left.
The journey to the hospital and back seemed to take
forever and it was a good half hour before I was again
walking down the hall way to Aunty Jean's front door.
I have to admit that I had been giving a lot of thought
to our next session and had been making some
preparations in advance so when I walked through the
door I was stopped in my tracks. A faint buzzing filled
the air and as I peered into her bedroom I was greeted
by the sight of Aunty; lying on the bed eyes tight
shut, with her nightdress hitched up to her waist, legs
spread wide; bent at the knee and braced on the
bedspread and her hand slowly working her vibrator in
and out of her sopping wet vagina accompanied by little
moans as she went through a series of mini climaxes.
This could not have suited my plans any better.
Without a word I strode into the room and taking hold
of her wrist pulled the vibrator from her then got her
to her feet by the side of the bed. In silence I seated
myself on the edge of the bed then pulled her face down
over my lap. Lifting her nightdress up over her back
exposing her backside I took her round the waist and
gave her half a dozen gentle but warming slaps to her
bare bottom, to the shock and surprise of dear old
Aunty Jean.
"Jonathan what do you think you are doing? What was
that for? How dare you spank me, I am old enough to be
your mother."
All this took place whilst she was bent over my knees,
bottom raised and my hand still resting on her right
buttock which by now had taken on a slightly rosy hue.
"I seem to recall telling you to behave yourself while
I was out and also remember you telling me how you had
always regarded masturbation as a sin. What do I find
when I get back; a picture of depravity, which in my
book merited a spanking; albeit a gentle one? And while
we are at it; if I am good enough to fuck you then I am
certainly good enough to administer a little bit of
gentle discipline, irrespective of your age. Do I make
myself clear, Aunty?"
The last six words were accompanied by another six
gentle slaps to her upraised posteriors each of which
elicited a gasp of indignation rather than pain.
After a couple of minutes I helped her up then sat her
on my lap and we kissed. One of Jean's long tongue
thrusting kisses which surprised me since I had just
spanked her. When she came up for air she looked me in
the eyes with that mischievous look of hers. "You know
something; I think I found that spanking quite a turn
on. Very different from the thrashings I used to get as
a child from my parents. They really hurt and left me
sore for days. I know I was turned on from using the
vibrator but the feel of your palm slapping my bottom
has made me very wet and I really need you in me now."
With that her hand went to my zip but I pushed her from
me, explaining I had something else in mind rather than
just a quickie.
"So far I have had your mouth, your cunt and your arse
and you have developed a liking for the vibrator so we
need to find something else that will stimulate our sex
life.
A couple of things spring to mind. One is a threesome
and the other a bit of mild bondage plus we could
always video our sex so we can relive it at a later
date. Now from what you have told me I doubt Uncle
would be interested in having sex with you at the same
time as me or indeed at all and to find somebody else
interested, with all due respect, in fucking a 76 year
old would be both difficult and possibly dangerous to
keeping things a secret from our nearest and dearest.
I had therefore brought along some things that I
thought would help and getting my bag from the lounge I
produced 2 video cameras and stands. Another vibrator
but this time it was modelled on a real penis with a
sucker on its base and some more old fashioned
underwear. This included a Playtex corselet with
poppered gusset, some old fashioned nylons in tan and a
pair of "directoire knickers" just like the ones my
Gran used to wear. Finally I produced some lengths of
silken cord.
I explained to Jean that I wanted to make this a
memorable day for us both and that she was to trust me
and suggested that she retired to the bathroom to put
on the underwear and her day clothes whilst I prepared
the flat for us.
For a moment she eyed the items I had revealed to her,
in particular the dildo which was nearer 10" in length
and thicker than my own cock, with a rather wistful
look, then picking up her clothes and the undergarments
set off to the bathroom to dress.
The first thing I did was to find a suitable vantage
point for the videos, one which would catch the
majority of the action that was to take place in the
bedroom and the other I located in the lounge. Then I
attached the silk cords to the four corners of her bed
which fortunately I had remembered had a proper head
and foot board.
Next I moved the blanket chest from the foot of the bed
and placed it in view of the camera before attaching
the dildo to it in a suitable position for my purpose.
Every thing was now ready al I needed now was Aunty so
to pass the time I went and made us coffee which I took
into the lounge then sat and waited.
Ten minutes later she appeared looking every inch the
76 year old Aunt, mother and grandmother she was.
Her white grey hair was immaculately combed into its
permed and waved style. Her white blouse; buttoned to
the neck and sporting a small cameo broach. Rather than
her usual floaty cotton skirt she was wearing a tighter
fitting blue woollen one.
I swear I could detect a hint of suspender through the
material and on her feet she wore a pair of low heeled
court shoes which improved the shape of her calves. I
also detected a hint more make up than usual and
certainly more eye shadow behind the lenses of her blue
framed glasses. I could feel my cock thickening in
anticipation.
"Well?" she asked "Will I do?"
Assuring her she would more than do I sat her on the
settee and passed her a coffee then sat next to her
whist we drank.
After a while she asked what I had in mind and I told
her that it was for me to know and her to wonder about.
She then went on to explain about the problems her
arthritis had given her in fastening suspenders,
poppers and zips and also that whilst dressing she had
examined her bottom which now sported a couple of pink
hand prints which would have to be hidden from John. I
knew that the severity of my slaps had been
deliberately light, meant to stimulate rather than
hurt. Clearly the flesh of the elderly bruised more
easily than that of the young.
"Now down to business Aunty, as you can no doubt see
this mornings activities have aroused me so I suggest
you reduce the swelling in my groin in your inimitable
style so that I can control myself better later on!"
Without a word she put down her coffee cup and
adjusting her position on the couch leant toward me
lowering her head closer to my lap. Her fingers found
my zip and quickly drew it down to allow her arthritic
fingers to delve into my flies and boxers to extricate
my swollen manhood.
Circling my shaft with the finger and thumb of her left
hand she lowered her head and engulfed 5 of my 8 inches
in the moist cavern of her mouth; still hot from her
coffee.
Her lips locked round the shaft and she sucked on me at
the same time as her busy tongue went to work. Oh the
pleasure she gave me as she bobbed her head and worked
my cock. Her free hand slipped into my trousers to
caress and squeeze my balls. All too soon I felt my
climax approach so I pulled out of her mouth and stood
up. I took her head and bent her neck so she was
looking up at me, her face open to the camera then I
masturbated myself so that when I came my come went
first into her open mouth and then sprayed her face,
covering her cheek, glasses and neck.
Jean swallowed then went to wipe her face but I stopped
her, insisting she remained covered for the rest of the
day.
"Now I want you to take off your outer clothes so that
you are dressed only in the corselet, knickers,
stockings and shoes."
No argument she simply stood and her hands went to the
buttons of her blouse and once they were undone she
eased it of her shoulders then folded and placed it on
the chair. I now noted she had added a slip to her
garments, something that would have to be removed. Next
she unbuttoned the waist of her skirt then slid down
the zip before sliding it over her hips and letting it
fall to the floor whence she delicately stepped out of
it, bent to pick it up and placed it alongside her
blouse.
The experience of watching this slow and mildly
provocative strip was having a wondrous effect on my
libido and despite recent orgasms I felt a stirring
down below.
"The slip, Aunty!"
Fingers go to her shoulders and slip the thin straps
down her arms and then she eases it over her breasts
and down off her hips to the floor; where she leaves it
puddle in a heap round her feet.
I sit taking in the images that are assailing my eyes.
Her upper body encased in elasteen and nylon her
breasts made full by the cups of her corset and her
waist pulled in tight. The "directoire knickers" high
in the waist and long in the leg covering her lower
body and thighs and then the tan of her stockings above
her shoes.
Jean stands with one leg crooked across, her head
dipped and her face still covered in the shiny trails
of my offering now running down her glasses and off her
chin.
I wanted to ravish her there and then but controlled
myself needing to prolong the moment.
"Parade a little Aunty let me see you."
So parade she did moving round the room and even
bending over to pick up her slip with her back to me
presenting the white sateen of her knickers stretched
taught across her bottom.
"Stay just like that spread your legs and lower those
delightful knickers to your knees, please."
Hands to her waist fingers slip into the elastic and
ease the protective white material down and into a
taught band. Between her widely spread legs I can see
the gusset of her corselet protecting her modesty.
"Now Aunty undo your poppers and then clasp your ankles
please."
I watch from my position directly behind as she slips
her right hand between her legs and with arthritic
fingers struggles with the poppers. One by one they are
released and the fabric drops away revealing her plump
sex with its now familiar crinkled lips and covering of
fine hair.
I move behind her and dropping to my knees steady her
with my hands on the front of her thighs and bending
forward I run my tongue against her folds parting them
and probing her cunt. Up and down her slit I sweep it
flicking her clitoris and forcing it up into her wet
vagina. A mini orgasm hits her and I am forced to stop
and hold her to prevent her from falling. Getting up I
walk round and as she has remained bent forward I am
afforded a glimpse of her breasts and then she
straightened revealing all.
The white of her corselet encompasses her body pulling
it in and pushing it out where appropriate . Between
her legs the crotch piece with a glimpse of poppers
obscures her pubic mound which now waits for my further
attention. Below an expanse of pale thigh, slightly
marred by the odd vein mark and age dimple, crossed by
the elastic of her suspenders that are holding up her
nylons. The dark of the tops in sharp contrast to her
flesh.
It is all too much for me and I take her in my arms and
we kiss. My tongue explores her mouth still tasting of
my come from her earlier suckling and then I am leading
her into the bedroom. Our progress is slow as she is
slightly hobbled by the knickers which are still held
round her knees by the leg elastic. She stops on
entering seeing the blanket chest with the huge dildo
rearing from its top a tube of KY placed next to it.
"What on earth is...?"
"It is for later, for our threesome but before that
there is the teasing."
I lead her to the bed and lay her down before taking
first her arms and then her legs; I tie her spread-
eagled on the bed. Exposed and vulnerable.
Sitting next to her my hands wander over her body,
caressing, stroking and probing then they move between
her thighs and I open her with my fingers. She is so
wet her juices flowing so freely that my fingers slide
easily into her sex and my thumb rolls her clitoris.
Steadily I finger fuck her bringing her to the boil
then stopping at the critical moment. I continue like
this for ten minutes playing my Aunty-in-law like a
violin. Little cries of passion and frustration fill
the room and her body is twisting in an effort to reach
a releasing orgasm but I am resolute.
Finally after fifteen minutes I stop and untie her legs
then I get onto the bed raising her legs ceiling wards,
an ankle on each shoulder and in one swift movement I
mount her and thrust my cock deep into the sopping maw
of her sex. A minute or twos fucking then I pull her
knickers to round her ankles and the let her legs slide
of my shoulders so they are round my waist and then
bending forward I into the missionary position I
continue to fuck her.
I feel her legs wrap around me her heels digging into
my buttocks to help her lever up against my thrusts and
her nails are digging into my shoulders. "Fuck me
Jonathan; fuck me. Do it to me hard I want to come
again and feel your spunk filling my womb. Yes, yes,
yes." Aunties voice loud in my ear as I enjoyed the
feel of her vagina clasping my swollen cock. Then we
stop and pulling her knickers off I help her to her
feet and lead her over to the blanket chest and get her
to straddle it directly over the dildo.
Jean knows what I and indeed she wants so without any
instruction from me she lowers herself and guides the
huge head up against her opening then slowly,
erotically slides down on the rubber cock.
There is no hesitation she sits down all the way until
all 10-inches are filling her sex, stretching her more
than ever before.
In an instant I am stood by her, cock close to her face
and she takes me into her mouth and sucks.
"There now Aunty 2 cocks at once, I am just so sorry it
cannot be a real one in your cunt."
As she sucks on me she rocks back and forth on the
dildo inside her stimulating her clit. Knowing I cannot
take too much of this I withdraw and move behind her
bending her forward so her bottom is slightly raised
and open to me.
I take the KY and liberally anoint my fingers then part
her cheeks and slip one finger up her back passage.
This generates a gasp from Jean followed by a squeal as
I add a second digit which I work her with lubricating
her anus then another loud cry as I present my cock.
I apply pressure and Jean groans as her anal muscle
gives and 4 of my 8 inches slip into her bottom.
I can feel the hardness of the dildo against the
underside of my prick and the flesh of her cunt and
bowels trapped between them.
I hold steady for a couple of minutes to allow her to
adjust to this double penetration and then I begin to
arse fuck her. With my hands pressing down on her
shoulders I thrust in and out of her back passage as
she wriggles her hips working herself on the dildo.
Jean has asked if she can finish of this story as she
feels that it may come better from her in light of all
the new experiences she has undergone this morning.
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