My Aunt Pt.2

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My Aunt Pt.2A couple weeks went by and my uncle came home for his time off and my aunt and I were not able to play. The one and only time we ever did anything of a sexual nature while he was home was one day my uncle and his friends went fishing and left “Jean” and I at home. About 11AM, “Jean” went outside in her bikini to get some sun. She was wearing her bikini and I got an immediate hard-on watching her ass as she walked past me. She put a towel on the grass at the corner of privacy fence so nobody could see her and lay on her back for a while. I was sitting on the porch watching her while I worked on a trimmer that had quit right in the middle of my work. I finished working on the thing and went in to clean up. When I came back, “Jean” was now laying on her stomach and had her bikini top straps untied. She heard me come outside and asked me to put some sun tan lotion on her back. I walked over and got on my knees and squeezed a generous amount of the lotion on her back and began massaging it in. My cock was getting harder and harder the more I rubbed her back. I worked the lotion all over her back and down her legs. I couldn’t take any more and knowing that my uncle could come home at any time and trying to fuck was out of the question, I pulled her bikini bottoms off her ass, took my cock out and started jerking off. “Jean” didn’t protest or argue she just let me have my minute. While I was staring at her ass jerking my cock, she did something that I loved watching……flex her butt muscles. She would tighten then relax her butt muscles, making it taut then not. I straddled her hips and lay my cock between her asscheeks and let her massage my cock. Between being outside in the open, the suntan lotion acting as a lube and her flexing butt sheeks I came fast. I shot my load between those beautiful cheeks and onto her back. I grabbed a towel and wiped my cum off her back but left what had run down between her legs and pulled her bikini bottoms back up. She pretended to be mad but I knew better. She decided she had had enough sun and went in while I fired the trimmer off and finished my yard work. My uncle got a call 2 days before he was supposed to go back to work telling him that the other man had gotten hurt and he needed to come in and finishe his days and then start his regular term and he had to be in south Louisiana before midnight. “Jean” ususally took my uncle to meet the crew boat and it was during the day but this meant she would have to travel by herself at night. My uncle asked if I would ride with them so “Jean” wouldn’t have to make the trip alone. It’s a 3 hour one-way trip and she would have been on the road after midnight by herself. {NOTE–this was before cell phones became an everyday, everybody has one thing……pagers were the hot item at the time}. I didn’t have anything better to do, all my friends were either at work or going to bed to get ready for work and the few that I knew that were free were the mooches……you know the type…..they’re your best friend until your money runs out, so I agreed to ride along. So we headed out to south Louisiana at around 8PM and I settled in in the backseat for the long ride. We finally got to the crew boat dock and after a lengthy goodbye between my uncle and “Jean”, she and I headed back to Mobile. We got into Mississippi and “Jean” stopped at the welcome center at the state line saying she had to pee. There were a few 18-wheelers stopped for the night in the back parking lot and a couple cars in front with people asleep in the seats, otherwise the place was desserted and quiet. I got out of the car and walked over to a picnic table to have a smoke (even though both my uncle and “Jean” smoked, smoking was forbidden in the car–“it affects the trade-in value” my uncle always said). I was about half through with my ciagarette when “Jean” came over to the table. She took my cigarette and took a couple deep drags and told me that the bathroom was disgusting as she exhaled. We finished the cigarette and got back in the car and got back on the interstate. When we got to further into Mississippi, “Jean” got off the interstate and headed to the coast. She said she liked to drive the highway that ran along the beach (the Gulf of Mexico) because it relaxed her. We got to the highway and we cruised the beach. It was nearly midnight and there were only 4 or 5 people out {NOTE–this was way before the casinos opened on the Mississippi coast}. “Jean” pulled into a small parking lot that served beach goers and after shutting the car off, got out. She handed me the keys because the shorts she had worn didn’t have pockets and didn’t want to lose her keys. After taking off our shoes and locking them in the car we walked down the beach to the edge of the water and waded out till the water was almost to our knees and strolled along the beach. We just walked along and after a couple minutes, “Jean” took my hand and we walked holding hands. We discussed our situation and she laid down some more “rules”. Nothing strict or harsh, just things like no more stunts like when she was sunbathing, no more flashing my cock at her like I had done a couple times when she was looking my way and only she could see, being more careful brushing past her in the kitchen when my uncle was home…things like that. We walked along the beach until we came to a small pier that was used during the day for paddle boat rentals. The rental shop was closed and we were alone on the beach. “Jean” looked around and just as I started to ask what she was looking for, she pulled her shirt over her head and her bra-less tits came into view. I surprised myself for not noticing that she wasn’t wearing a bra. She looked around one more time and slid her shorts down and stepped out of them and I saw that she wasn’t wearing panties. She said she had taken her underwear off in the ladies room at the rest stop. I pulled my t-shirt off and she was already unbuttoning and unzipping my shorts. I let her slid my shorts and underwear down and I stepped out of them and we lay our clothes on a ledge on the pier and waded out deeper into the water. We waded out until the water was just up to our chests and started making out, we were kissing each other deeply and letting our hands explore the other’s body. She was jerking my cock and I had 2 fingers in her pussy. Just as things were getting really intense we saw a police car driving slowly through the parking lot of the rental office, so we eased under the pier and waited till the car left. When the police car had left, “Jean” faced me, put her arms around my neck, wrapped her legs around my waist and I guided my cock into her pussy. It took a minute, but we finally got a smooth rhythym going and “Jean” was close to cumming already. When I felt her pussy start contracting and squeezing and heard her whimpering, I came. We held each other close and let our orgasms happen. My cock went down and slipped out of her and she moved her legs down and we just stood there, holding each other. Even though the evening was on the warm side, it didn’t take long before the water started feeling too cool to stay in it so we gathered our clothes and put them back on as we edged out of the water, making sure nobody could see us. We got back to the car just as another police car was pulling into the lot. The officer was pleasant, saying he was just passing through and saw us and wanted to make sure we were OK. “Jean” told him about taking my uncle to meet the crew boat and I was along for the ride and we wanted to stop and see the beach on our way back. He said it wasn’t a problem, wished us a good night and safe trip and drove away. “Jean” and I got in the car and drove home. When we got there, she said she was going to take a shower to get the salt off her skin and headed to her bathroom. I waited until I heard the water turn on, undressed as I walked down the hall, throwing my clothes in my room as I passed the door and eased into her bathroom. “Jean” and my uncle have a huge walk-in shower as well as a huge spa tub in their bathroom. I waited until “Jean” had started washing her hair and had her eyes closed then eased in the shower behind her. I picked up her srcub sponge and put a generous amout of her body wash on it and touched her back. “Jean” yelled in shock when I touched her and before she could say anything I started rubbing her back with the sponge kaçak bahis with one hand while the other reached around and massaged one of her tits. I lathered her back and her legs and then she turned around and I soaped her tits, stomach and legs. I backed “Jean” into the corner, put the sponge against her pussy and began rubbing, “Jean” responded by lifting her leg and propping her foot on the wall. I bent my head down and was sucking her nipples while I used the sponge on her clit. “Jean” was moaning and crying out all the while thrusting her hips in time with my hand. All of a sudden, “Jean” screamed and her body began to convulse and shake. She wrapped her arms around my neck and held on as she had an intense orgasm. I let her calm down and she took the sponge out of my hand, rinsed it out and put some of my uncle’s OldSpice body wash on it. She had me turn my back to her and she rubbed my back, down my legs and across my ass. I turned to face er and she lathered my chest and then my legs. She then wrapped the sponge around my cock and started to slowly jerk me off. When I was ready to cum, she moved the sponge and let the water wash the soap off my cock, got on her knees and took my cock in her mouth. She reached around me and grabbed my ass and pulled me into her thoat. I would pull back and she would pull me back deep. When she heard me tell her I was about to cum, she pushed a finger up my ass. When I felt her finger push in and touch my prostate I came what felt like a gallon into her mouth. She pushed her finger into me everytime she felt my cock spasm and shoot. I came so hard my knees almost gave out. By this time the hot water was started cool down, so we rinsed off and then took our time drying each other off. We went to her bed and lay down, holding each other and fell asleep. I woke up at around 7, “Jean” had already gotten up. I rolled out of the bed and went to my room, grabbed a pair of shorts and went to the kitchen. “Jean” had the coffee making and was naked. “Why are you all dressed up?” she asked when she saw me. I told her that I never knew when some of her friends would be over and I didn’t think it would look too good for me to walk into the room naked. When the coffee was finished, she poured us each a cup and we went to the living room and sat on the couch. She asked me what I had planned for the day and I told her that I had finished my yard work and there was nothing I planned to do except hang out and relax. “Jean” said that she had to work a few hours at the florist then had a few errands to run then was going out with her friends. We finished our coffee and she got up to get dressed for her day. After she left I crashed out on the couch. The phone woke me up a couple hours later. It was a friend of mine and she wanted to know if I could come over and help her re-arrange some furniture, I didn’t have anything else planned so I agreed. I got dressed, left “Jean” a note telling her where I would be and left. After I had helped move furniture, my friend took me out for lunch. I got home around 5 and found “Jean’s” note telling me that she had come in, changed clothes and was out with her co-workers and would be home later. I settled in for a night of TV wondering how drunk “Jean” would be when she got in. Sometime around midnight I woke up and went to my room and I looked in to see if “Jean” had gotten home yet, but her bed was empty and the light in her bathroom was off. I went to bed figuring she would be home soon after the restaurant closed. Have you ever had one of those moments when you’re ¾ asleep and all of a sudden there’s a loud noise, but you’re not sure if it was real of you imagined it? Well, that’s what happened to me. I lay there for another minute then decided to get up and check…..besides…..I had to pee. After a quick pit stop I looked in “Jean’s” room and she still wasn’t home. I went to the living room and she wasn’t there either. I checked the time and it was nearly 4AM. I checked outside and her car wasn’t in the driveway. I was a little concerned but not worried yet because she had stayed out like this before and besides, she’s a grown woman and I’m just her nephew, not her dad or husband. Now at this point I should let y’all know that the relationship my aunt and I had was purely sexual. She was only my aunt by marriage and not by blood. One of the things we discussed was that it was a purely physical relationship with no emotional attachments. I loved my aunt as my aunt, not as a lover or wanting us to run off together. We treated and talked to each other the same whether anyone else was around or we were alone. We had a ‘need’ that the other fulfilled and that was that, there was no cooing at each other, gazing longingly into each other’s eyes or ‘I love yous’. Around 6AM I woke up again and this time “Jean” was in her bed. I went outside and checked her car just to make sure she hadn’t been in an accident and other than being off the driveway a little, the car was fine. I went back inside and to her bedroom. “Jean” had come in and half stripped and then passed out. She had taken off her blouse, but not her bra and her skirt was unzipped and that’s as far as she had gotten. She was laying on her side facing me and I reached over her and unhooked her bra but couldn’t take it off because she was laying on it. I finished unzipping her skirt and managed to pull it off of her, leaving her in just her white bikini panties and loosely hanging bra. I covered her up and went back to my room to get a little more sleep. A very loud thunder crash made me sit up instantly awake. I looked out my window and it was storming like mad. I got up and went to the kitchen to make some coffee but “Jean” was already there sitting at the table in just her panties, drinking a cup. Outside there was a bright bluish-white flash, a loud clicking noise then a boom that shook the house. I jumped and said a nice word as did “Jean”. I ran to the back door just as the last of the leaves from the tree that was 5’ from the house were falling where the tree had just been struck. It was raining so hard I could barely see the tree and could see no signs of fire so I went over to the coffee maker and poured me a cup and sat down at the table. “Jean” put her cup down and said, “Thanks for helping me a while ago. I came in and you were asleep and started to get undressed but you saw how far I made it before falling asleep. It wasn’t all alcohol induced, I was just tired. We had several big orders at the store and then our stock delivery came and it was just the 2 of us to put everything in the cooler. I was wiped out when we left.” I told her that she didn’t have to explain anything to me and as long as I didn’t get a call from the jail or a hospital I was OK. Just then there was another loud boom of thunder and the power went out. We rummaged through the cabinets and drawers and found some candles and lit them. I went to my room and got my police scanner and punched channel for the weather broadcast. The computerized voice announced that we were under a tornado warning and a severe thunderstorm warning for the next 15 minutes. “Jean” hates bad weather….thunder and lightning scare her to death, but hearing that announcement and just as the computer voice repeated the warning notifications, an even louder crash of thunder happened and she nearly went into hysterics. She told me that before I moved in, that whenever the weather got like this she would hide in the closet in her bedroom until it was over. We had gotten up to get more coffee before it got cold when it thundered loud and close again. “Jean” wrapped her arms around my neck and squeezed tight and I could feel her shaking. I just hugged her as as she clung to me but without realizing it was happening my hands slowly drifted down to her ass. I slipped my hands into her panties and cupped her ass, gently squeezing and massaging her cheeks. I ran a finger along her crack and heard her sigh as my finger tip brushed her asshole. I unwrapped her arms from around my neck and had her face the counter. I knelt behind her and slid her panties off her ass, down her legs and helped her step out of them. I pulled her asscheeks apart and teased her asshole with the tip of my tongue. “Jean” moaned and pushed back against me but I held her still and gently licked her ass. I traced the hole and let her feel my tongue push at it but bets10 güvenilir mi I didn’t go in it. I could feel the heat coming from her pussy and she was groaning and grinding her ass against my face. When she least expected it, I pushed my tongue as deep as I could into her ass, “Jean” cried out and her pussy gave a little gush of fluid. “Oh shit……oh……damn…..I’m cumming, “ “Jean” screamed and her knees nearly buckled as she had her orgasm but I kept my tongue deep in her ass, pushing it deep and probing making her shake and shiver. I let her go and she slowly went to her knees, then onto her hands and knees but I managed to keep my tongue deep in her ass. I put a hand to her pussy and pushed 3 fingers into her and finger fucked her pussy as I tongued her asshole. “Jean’s” body was in a continual mini-orgasm, she couldn’t stop her body from shaking and her pussy was pouring juice over my fingers. “Jean” then cried out again and had another hard orgasm. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and my tongue from her ass and helped her stand up, her legs barely able to hold her up. I reached past her and picked up the squeeze bottle of margarine as I pulled my shorts down. I put a generous amount of the margarine on my cock and then spread her ass cheeks again and pushed my cock into her asshole. My tonguing and the 2 orgasms had relaxed her and the slippery oleo made it easy for me to slide my cock balls deep into her with one push. I only gave her a few seconds to get used to my cock in her ass before I started fucking her not too fast but going deep everytime. “I wish……. you had…….let…… me clean……. there before…………you did this,” “Jean” panted as I pushed into her. I told her that I thought she had showered earlier and she answered, “No…….I……mean………inside,”. When I didn’t say anything she added, “Give myself an enema to clean me out so there’s no embarrassing side effects.” I told her there was still time so I pulled out of her and there was some “evidence” that my cock had been in her ass. She took a minute to get her legs to work properly and led me to her bathroom. She wet a washcloth and handed it to me so that I could clean my cock and as I did that she opened the closet door and pulled a box off the top shelf. Inside was an old-fashioned pink 2qt enema bag with 3’ of hose and a stubby nozzle. She turned the hot water faucet back on and let the water get as hot as it would and filled the bag. I was about to ask her if that was right but before I could she held the bag as high as she could and held the nozzle over the tub and opened the pinch clamp that was about 6” above the nozzle and let the water flow. As the water drained out she looked at me and said, “Later I’ll show you something I used to do. It’s a little weird, but for me it’s fun.” The bag emptied and she turned both faucets on and adjusted the temperature until it was just right and refilled the bag. She then opened a drawer on the vanity and took out a tube of KY and put a generous amount of it on the nozzle and then reached behind herself and slipped a KY-covered finger into her asshole. “Jean” used the hook on the cap of the bag to hang it from the shower curtain rod and then stepped into the shower. She bent at the waist and pushed the nozzle into her ass and then opened the pinch-clamp. She did a sharp inhale when the water started flowing into her. The only other way I could tell that the water was flowing into her was the bag that had been bulging was gradually getting smaller. I stood there watching as my aunt took all 2 qts. of water into her bowels. When the bag was empty she pulled the nozzle out of her ass and let the hose drop and the last few drops of water were going down the shower drain, “Jean” stepped out of the shower and sat on the toilet. She sat there for a minute then I heard the gush of water as she expelled. When she was empty and had cleaned herself, she refilled the bag and repeated the process. When the second time was down she looked at me and said, “Now the fun one”. She filled the bad a 3rd time, hung it from the shower curtain rod, stepped in the shower and pushed the nozzle back into her ass. “Squeeze the bag and rub my clit,” she told me. I reached up and started to gently squeeze the bag and my other hand found her clit and started rubbing it hard. The bag was half empty and “Jean” was panting and thrusting her pussy against my hand. Suddenly she screamed, “Squeeze it hard as you can!” so I squeezed the bag with all the strength my left hand could give. “Jean” cried out and started having an orgasm. Just as her body started convulsing, she grunted and the nozzle shot out of her ass followed by a flood of clean water. Her orgasm took over, her body was going into spasms and I could feel her clit throbbing. I had to catch her before she fell because her legs had nearly given out. She recovered enough to step out of the shower and sit on the toilet again and I was still standing there, shocked at what I had just witnessed. “Jean” brought me back to reality by taking my cock in her mouth and giving it a few quick deep sucks. It was too much and I shot my cum into her mouth. After swallowing my cum she said, “Good, that was the quick, easy one. You’re gonna need to be able to last a while for the next round.” Before I could ask what she meant we heard somebody knocking on the door. I ran to my room and closed the door and I heard “Jean” wrapped a robe around herself and went to the door. It was one of the older women she worked with. I opened my door a crack to see if I could hear them, but they were talking too low so I threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and went to the living room. The woman was nearly in tears telling my aunt that the florist shop had had a fire. Lightning had struck the building and had nearly burnt up before the fire department got there. “Jean” comforted the woman best she could and then got up and headed to her bedroom to change saying that she would go with her to check it out. I offered to go but they said they would call if they needed me. “Jean” came back a few minutes later in jeans and a t-shirt, sat on the couch and put on her sneakers and said to me, “We’ll finish later.” The storm had passed and after they left I went outside to see if anything had been damaged. I didn’t see anything so I piled up the few limbs that had blown down. “Jean” was gone the rest of the day and didn’t get home till nearly dark. After grabbing a beer from the fridge she sat down, started stripping off her clothes and told me what had happened. Lightning had struck the roof and set it on fire burning up the wiring to the coolers. The man that leased the space next to them was good enough to let them plug the coolers in at his place so their inventory would make it. Then she stood up and said, “We need to finish what we started this morning.” She went to her room and came back a bit later wearing a long t-shirt and carrying the bag she usually carried to the beach or on the boat and I noticed it looked like it had something heavy in it, and she went out the back door. By the time I caught up with her she had already had a beach towel spread out on the grass in the corner of the yard that was next to the house and the view from the other 2 sides was blocked by wood privacy fences. She took the enema bag out of the sack and hung it on a hook that was on the middle fence brace, pulled the shirt over her head and sat down naked on the towel. She then started taking the stuff out of the sack. The first thing to come out was a 2L soda bottle that was full of a liquid and then she pulled out 4 brown long neck beer bottles. I only recognized them by the caps, there were no labels on the bottle. Next came the tube of KY. I pulled my shorts off and sat on the towel and watched as “Jean” twisted off the cap of one of the bottles and then coat the neck with the lube. She got up on her knees and held the bottle between her thighs and eased her ass down. She grunted quietly as she could as the bottle’s neck penetrated her. There was just enough light for me to see the bottle but not where she had put it. I had watched a couple girls I went to school with get drunk at parties and on a dare or 3, fuck their pussies with a beer or wine bottle. “Jean” grunted again then she leaned down until she was on her hands and knees. “Watch,” she whispered. It was then I saw that she had mobilbahis put the beer bottle up her ass and it was sticking out of her. She reached back and shook the bottle which made her inhale sharply. She waited a second or two and shook the bottle harder while shoving it in and out of her asshole. She moved her hand and I watched as the beer bottle popped out of her ass along with the beer that she had made shoot into her. She forced out all the beer and I noticed that she had buried her face in the shirt she had been wearing to muffle the moans that she was making. She then opened another bottle and repeated the process, this time holding the beer inside her a little longer before expelling it. She handed me the 3rd and told me to do it to her. I took the top off the bottle and had her raise up on her knees. I pushed the mouth and neck into her ass and had her get back down. I didn’t just shake the bottle like she had, I gently fucked her ass with it, moving it in and out slowly while twisting it. I could see the liquid was going in her slowly and that’s how I wanted it. She was starting to breathe hard when I gave the bottle a couple, quick hard shakes and pushed it deep into her ass. “Jean” bit down on the shirt and stifled a low scream. I could feel her trying to push out the bottle and beer, the pressure building from the carbonation in the beer, but I held the bottle in place and reached for the last one. I managed to get the cap off and lube the neck one-handed then positioned it next to her asshole. As quick as I could I pulled the nearly empty bottle out of her ass and push the other one into her without spilling any of the new one of letting more than a couple ounces of the other out of her asshole. “Jean” was whimpering and rocking her hips and when I pushed a finger into her pussy she was wet and her pussy was hot. I moved the bottle slowly in and out of her ass, pushing it to the flare of the bottle and pulling it back until the threads were all that was inside her. Gravity had let most of the bottle’s contents flow into her and as she got closer to cumming I moved the bottle a little faster. “Jean” suddenly got still and started shaking and I felt her pussy start contracting so I pushed the bottle all the way in and shook it hard as I dared. She started shaking harder and I pulled the bottle out and she wailed into the shirt and came hard as she expelled nearly 24oz of beer from her ass. My cock was hard and throbbing so hard it was bouncing and I wanted to get it in her asshole, but “Jean” wasn’t finished. When her orgasm subsided she rolled onto her side and caught her breath. “Now it’s time for me to get a little drunk,” she said as she took a pack of baby wipes out of the bag and cleaned her ass. As she stood up, she picked up the 2L bottle and poured most of the liquid into the enema bag. She bled the air out of the hose and lubed the nozzle with the KY. Then all of a sudden she walked a few feet away from where we were, squatted and expelled more beer and also peed. She cleaned up and then lay on her back and eased the nozzle into her asshole. “OK,” she said, “I want you to eat me while this goes in. You’ll have to hold the nozzle in me and don’t open the clamp more than halfway.” As I lay down between her thighs I asked her what the stuff was and she said, “It’s a mixture of water, whiskey and vodka and I’ve played around with the amounts until I got it right. The reason I don’t want the clamp opened more than half is 1) because even though it’s diluted, the alcohol still burns a little and 2) it needs time for the alcohol to work. It’s absorbed quicker this way than if you drank it and if it goes in too fast It’ll just fill me up and not have a much of an effect.” I had remembered reading about this in one of the skin mags another uncle had in his bathroom and doubted it. I moved my mouth to “Jean’s” pussy and started teasing her clit with my tongue then moving down her pussy but just barely touching. I had the clamp in my hand and opened it to about half. “Jean” groaned and began rocking her hips. I licked her clit and pushed my tongue into her pussy, licking deep. “Jean” was moaning, rocking her hips and wiggling and squirming, whispering that “it burns”, “oh god….it feels so good” and then she told me to clamp the hose but hold the nozzle in her. She had been on the edge of having an orgasm but the alcohol was starting to take effect and it was dulling her senses. Then she said, “That’s all I can take……take it out.” I did just the opposite, I opened the clamp all the way and even though it was a stretch, reached up and gave the bag a hard squeeze. “Jean” bit her lip and held in a squeal as the liquid flowed into her. The bag emptied and I held the nozzle in place and her on the ground. She was trying to get up but I held her down and she started trying to roll away. She managed to roll onto her stomach and as she did, the nozzle slipped out of my hand and slid out of her asshole. I got on top of her and shoved my cock into her ass going balls deep. I shoved into her a couple times before I felt the alcohol in the mixture start burning my cock so I pulled out and stood up. I just got out of the way when “Jean” screamed into the shirt she had wadded up and shoved into her mouth and a jet of liquid shot out of her asshole and she went over the edge and looked like a fish on the pier as she came. She lay there for a minute or two then started to get up but the alcohol was hitting her hard. I helped her up and then we gathered the bottles and enema bag leaving the towel we went inside to her bathroom. She nearly ran down the hall to her bathroom and when I caught up with her she was expelling more liquid. She was really feeling the alcohol because she was swaying while she was sitting on the toilet. She had me get a small enema bulb out of the closet and fill it with warm water. She used it two times to get the remaining alcohol laced liquid out of her. When she stood up she nearly fell…..she was nearly as drunk as when she had been out drinking. I helped her to her bed and she fell face down. I figured I was going to have to “do my own thing” because she was almost out. Then I said to Hell with it……I’m fucking her ass. I had put the KY on the dresser so I got it and put a generous amount on my cock and got on top of “Jean”. She was really out of it and didn’t notice me lying on top of her. I pulled her asscheeks apart, found her asshole with the head of my cock and pushed it in. I fucked her slow at first but was gradually picking up speed and power. I pushed her legs apart and was pounding her ass. I felt my balls tingling and buried my cock as deep as I could and shot my cum into “Jean’s” ass. I lay on her until my cock went limp and slid out of her then got up and went to my bathroom, took a shower and collapsed on my bed and fell asleep. I woke up around 5AM and went to the kitchen. “Jean” was already up and sitting at the table. As I sat down she asked, “Well……did you enjoy it?” I told her I did and asked how she felt. “Other than my asshole being a little sore from the alcohol and the obvious pounding you gave it….fine. That’s the beauty of taking alcohol like that…..no hangover.” She said she had an early morning delivery to a cemetery that was an hour’s drive north and asked if I’d ride with her. I had nothing planned so I said yes. We left the house around 7 and after a stop at the shop to get the arrangement and loading it in the van we headed north. The cemetery was an family plot that had been used for over a hundred years. As “Jean” talked to the funeral director about where the flowers were to go I walked around looking at the graves. “Jean” called me to the van and I helped her get the stuff out of the van and set it up. When we were done we walked around looking. We walked in a family’s mausoleum and as “Jean” was looking at dates, I unzipped my jeans and took out my cock eased up beside her. I took her hand and put it on my cock. She didn’t say a word, she just started stroking it. We left the mausoleum and continued walking around, all the while “Jean” had my cock in her hand. We found an above-ground crypt that was in the shade of a large oak tree and I had “Jean” sit on it after pulling her khaki slacks down. I got between her knees and licked her clit to a fast orgasm and then stood up and slid my cock into her pussy. We fucked fast and I came quick and just as we were zipping up a grounds keeper rode by on his cart. He waved and we waved back and then headed back to the van not knowing and not caring if he had seen us. Next I’ll tell you about our adventures on the road and in the woods.

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