Jane Part III – My ‘Aunt Jane’

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Jane Part III – My ‘Aunt Jane’After two very different but equally dirty sessions with Jane, again I was left wondering what was next. However, what was abundantly clear about our “relationship” if you could call that, was the fact Jane had the clear upper hand in it. She knew where I stayed, my full name and even where I worked as I had shared this information with her, but she seemed extremely reluctant to do the same and I was learning things about this granny in very small amounts, with the fact she was a teacher the latest little nugget afforded to me.I was confident I would see her again, but that was based on instinct more than fact, but that said I was still surprised at the nature of our next meeting only a few days later as Jane became hornier by the hour it seemed. At 12.24pm on Monday afternoon, my secretary popped her pretty young head into my office and announced “Mr Clay, your Aunt Jane is at reception for you”. Interesting. I don’t have an ‘Aunt Jane’, but I could guess exactly who was standing in my reception. “Ok Emma, I’ll be along” and made the short walk to the front area of the office where a splendidly dressed Jane was standing looking rather solemn.“Jane……are you ok” I said actually worried for a second. “Aunt Jane please”, she sternly replied, the school teacher in her I assumed, before sadly announcing that her ‘sister’ my make believe ‘Aunt Geraldine’ had passed away suddenly that morning. “Oh, Mr Clay that’s awful” said a sympathetic Emma before attempting to console me by rubbing my arm, and I looked at the mischievous Jane in front of me who had a sparkle in her eye that I seen before. “I’m sorry for your loss Aunt Jane” I muttered out sounding half caring before Jane spoke again. “You have to come to the family gathering immediately, your Mum insists”. My instincts again took over. “I have a meeting at 1pm…..”“Mr Clay you must go!” insisted a horrified Emma who already had my coat half way over my shoulders. “We’ll cover your meeting. I’ll clear your schedule for tomorrow and tell Mr Yardley you won’t be in, take compassionate leave” before ushering me out the door with a sombre looking Jane hooked around my arm. “What are you doing?” I asked Jane whose response was to grope my cock through my suit trousers in our empty corridor. “Can we go somewhere, now!?” Jane pleaded with me. “We can’t in here…..” I replied, but Jane was already opening the only door in the corridor, an old cleaning cupboard that was used for archiving canlı bahis files. I looked around, and followed her inside the cramped room full of boxes with the stale smell of old mops. There was enough room for maybe four people and Jane sat in a pile of three high boxes and lifted her long skirt up to reveal a shaved cunt with no pants or tights. “Lick it” she demanded. And despite having severe reservations of being caught, I buried my head in her sweet tasting pussy and licked as I was told. Jane rubbed my hair, her soft touch warm and electric, and I continued to lick away using my fingers to bring ‘Aunt Jane’ to a remarkably quick climax. Straightaway Jane kissed me passionately to taste herself, and grabbed my fingers licking them clean but also sharing them with me so I could also experience her sweet taste again. My new ‘Aunt’ was soon on her knees with my fat erect cock in her mouth, noshing aggressively on the head as it stuck out my trouser zip, and she flung her coat off to reveal a tight white silk blouse with the buttons seriously struggling to keep those huge tits in place. She rubbed the head of my cock against her right boob, the sensation against the silk making me dizzy, and swapped between her mouth and rubbing my dick against her fully covered tits for about two minutes before I came, thankfully deep inside Jane’s throat and she moaned as she gulped spurt after spurt down intently. ‘Aunt Jane’ then stood up and we kissed again then whispered to me “I hadn’t tasted spunk until a week ago, now I want to eat yours everyday”. We both chuckled before kissing again, my hand wandering up her smooth thighs and back inside her dripping wet pussy. After a few minutes of this I took my hand out and let Jane lick it clean as she fondled my rock hard cock again. “Lets go” she ordered and we sneaked out the front door of the office and into my car before driving back to my house.As we made our way to mine there was that intense sagging feeling in the air, the pure anticipation of having raw sex. We stopped at a set of traffic lights just outside town and Jane launched herself at me from the passenger seat, kissing me and grabbing my cock as she forced my hand up her skirt and onto her still wet pussy. A beep from behind interrupted the moment and I just managed to get home before exploding everywhere with Jane furiously wanking me off as I drove, quite the distraction to be honest! I limped inside quickly trying to hide my bulging cock from my neighbour bahis siteleri who was curiously looking at Jane and I sprinting up the path. “Everything ok?” she asked as I passed her half way up the path, the fence between us. “Fine, Mrs McCulloch” I responded smiling. A part of me was disappointed, Mrs McCulloch was a busty plump widow I would guess was in her 60’s and I had been trying to get much more friendly with for a few months, after our first meeting during a heatwave shortly after I moved in. On that occasion she was wearing a revealing low cut sleeveless top showing a splendid cleavage, and she seemed to enjoy my eyes being fixed almost permanently on them. Maybe one day! Anyway, we skirted past Mrs McCulloch and into my house where we savagely ripped each others clothes in against the shut front door, ‘Aunt Jane’ was on her knees again practically feeding from my balls and her finger had slipped round to my arse.I moaned with the pleasure, and Jane soon had me on my back on the rug in the living room, squatting over me and rubbing her lovely wet but clean pussy on my face as I took my turn to gently finger her arse. Jane manoeuvred up a little and was now straddled around my face with her legs and feet the opposite direction of mine. She pushed into my face and I could smell and taste the entire cunt of this granny, or my ‘Aunt Jane’ for the day.I genuinely have no idea who was enjoying this the most, but Jane swivelled around 180 degrees still with her pussy on my face so that she got access to my cock which by this point was bursting. I couldn’t see, so as the pressure on my face intensified briefly I knew Jane was moving again, and I could then feel her lips planted around my dick head and the tongue tickling my cock hole, with her sagging tits lying on my tummy.None of us could last this pace, and we came at the same time again, both letting out a scream although mines was muffled by the weight of Jane sitting on my face. Jane rolled off, and we lay together naked on the rug in the cold room, her nipples totally erect and my entire face sticky from the combination of pussy juice and my own saliva after working so hard. Bliss to be honest. Soon enough Jane was taking large licks of my face to clean it, and eventually climbed on top of my rock hard thick cock, moaning as she did so and pressed her hands onto my chest, her magnificent tits squeezed up with her body shape below her determined face. “This is my first time doing it this way” Jane smiled, bahis şirketleri and I reached out to squeeze both her more than ample chubby tits before she starred riding me, a little unsteadily at first but she soon found her rhythm and the very snug and comfortable feeling of my dick inside this 64 year old was very pleasant indeed, and the more Jane enjoyed the thrill the more she pushed down and me upwards, taking my cock deep inside her dripping wet pussy. Again it was noisy from both us, and the rug was giving me some friction burns as the pace increased dramatically as we reached another climax, and yet another massive load shot up deep inside Jane. This time she collapsed on top of me before kissing my chest softly and a long kiss on the lips to finish off this particular fuck. We moved into the bedroom soon after and we laughed as we remembered how Jane had got me a day off work earlier.Before long I had Jane bent over my bed with her knees on the floor, and I grabbed the heaving pair of tits splattered on my mattress as I manoeuvred into position and entered Jane from behind, pounding her pussy again until we both came once more.Jane put her hand inside herself and pulled out some lumpy spunk before eating it and offering some to me, but I declined. “Why do you do that?” I asked curiously, not that it bothered me and why should it. “I had a husband that wouldn’t touch me. I took masturbation to new levels, the most obvious step was to taste myself as I got turned on as no man would touch me, or so I thought. From here I fantasised about tasting a man and in many different ways, including from my own pussy. Simple really.”, she smiled. Made sense to me also. We fucked a few more times before falling asleep much earlier than usual. Morning was greeted with a blow job for me and a quick missionary position intense fuck before another load was fired up inside ‘Aunt Jane’ “You liked the thought of fucking your aunt” Jane teased as she got ready after a shower and I smiled without answering for definite. I asked Jane her full name and she sighed and said “in time young man” and dodged my question about her phone number. As usual it was the taxi home for Jane rejecting my offer of a lift, but I was still in for another surprise from this wonderful woman.“It’s my birthday on Wednesday. 7pm at the Castle Tavern, take Thursday off” she winked and then laughed “Your aunt Geraldine is getting buried that day, perfect excuse for your work. Pity, you would have fucked her also, she was 68 this year” and went into fits of laughter.‘Aunt Jane’ disappeared down the path as usual into a taxi, but this time the message was “7pm don’t be late” and she smiled waving as the car drove off.

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