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My two previous stories have dealt with the story of my relationship to date with my partners 75 year old Aunt. Last week I popped round with my laptop and showed her the stories on the website. At first she was horrified until I explained that they were posted anonymously and unless someone who knew us both read them then it was highly unlikely that our secret would come out. This knowledge seemed to pacify her and once she had read them through they even became a turn on for her resulting in a frantic coupling, which I will relate sometime in the future.I then suggested that she might like to send her own account about how we got together the first time in the bathroom. She took a little persuading but here is Jean’s story of our first fuck.The first time with my Nephew in law…My name is Jean and at 75 years old I feel very awkward putting this down in writing but Jonathan assures me that it is safe and will be a liberating experience; so here goes.My husband John and I were staying with my niece for a few days and on the Monday morning she had gone off to work and John had gone of to get the papers and then to see an old friend which meant he would be out for a couple of hours. As usual we were all up early and showered etc and had had breakfast.Once everyone else had gone Jonathan announced he was going to have his shower and disappeared. I made myself useful clearing up the breakfast things then popped to the downstairs cloak/shower room to get my jacket before going out into the garden. Maybe it was my age or something more subconscious but I had forgotten he was having a shower so walked straight in to see him stood in the shower soaping his large erection.At that point I should just have turned and walked out but I have to admit that even at my advanced age the sight of something that big stopped me dead in my tracks.I have to say that I am a very happily married woman and have been for the last 55 years to a wonderful man. The only problem has been he has always had the sex drive of a snail. Our sex life has been virtually non existent since our daughter was born. Whilst this has had its frustrations I am of a generation that accepts their lot in life and gets on with it being content in the love of a good man.So there I was stood staring at a penis the like of which I had never seen before. I have since learnt that 8″ would be a close guess at its length and it looked quite thick.What also surprised me was Jonathan’s total lack of embarrassment. He just calmly stepped out of the shower not even bothering to cover himself and asked if I needed anything.Lamely I said that I was just looking for my jacket. I felt rooted to the spot and could not take my eyes of him. He laughed and said well you won’t find it there although you probably could hang a coat on it. With that he took my little jacket off the hook and tried to hang it on his penis. Of course it fell of and as I bent to pick it up I realised that my actions had brought my head down to the same level as his organ which was now only 6″ away from my eyes. Quickly I grabbed my jacket and stood up again. “Does it look any better from close up Aunty; do you like what you saw?”I felt myself colour with embarrassment but also felt a very unfamiliar tingle down below as I stammered that;” I did not know what he was talking about and of course I didn’t like it, I mean its not that I don’t like you its just that oh, I don’t know what I mean.”Why on earth I was still stood there all flustered and hot and not just running from the room away from him away from that very large penis I do not know. The one thing I did know is that it was so much larger than I could remember my husbands being. Jonathan reached out and took me by the shoulder. “At the risk of a slapped face and ruining a very good relationship I would suggest that you do like what you see and that you would actually like to do a bit more than look. Why do you not hold it for a moment and see how that feels?”With that his hand slid down my arm and taking mine he placed it on his penis and closed my fingers round it. It was like having an electric shock and the room started to swim so I had to sit down on the toilet seat; my hand still clasping him.Slowly he began to stroke my head his fingers playing with my ears causing little tingles to shoot through my body. I knew I should not be there, sat there with another mans penis in my hand wanting it so badly. I could feel myself getting moist but could not move, did not want to move just wanting this to go on and on.“Would you like to kiss it Jean? I know I would like you to.”I thought back to some of the bits I had read in books about women kissing a man’s thing even taking one into their mouth. The idea had always disgusted me but now, here in this situation, everything seemed so different and without any hesitation I bent forward and placed a little kiss on the very tip.“Mmm, that’s nice Aunty, now do it again but slower this time, give it a lingering kiss please.” It seemed so natural to obey and leaning forward again I pursed my lips and kissed it for maybe 10 seconds before sitting back.“Just once more please, just for me and this time just let your tongue flick the top of it.”Again I complied but as I opened my mouth to let my tongue touch it he took me by the back of the head and pushed forward so that a couple of inches slid into my mouth.I tried to pull away but he held me firm with my mouth stretched round his penis and struggling to breath through my nose.“Now that is much better Aunty; I have to admit that I have often fantasised about you giving me a blow job and now that you are it is absolutely wonderful. Do not fight it just enjoy giving me head and get my cock nice and wet so that I can then fuck you.”His comment coincided with him pushing deeper into my mouth causing me to gag and cough and splutter both at the choking sensation and his crude language.“Now do not be a prude Aunty dear, what you call it is just semantics. If you’d rather we call it sex or making love we can. In the end it is all the same. I want to fuck you and I think you want it too. If not then why are you still here with my cock in your mouth?Sex at my age; surely not. He couldn’t want to make love to an old lady could he? I would have asked him but my mouth was full of his “cock” and I could not speak. Then he began to move it in and out of my mouth as if he was making love to me and I could not stop him, in fact did not want to stop him. I was beyond reason.Here I was at 75 nearly 76 with a 50 year old mans penis in my mouth and I was enjoying it. Then I thought of my body. Whilst I was reasonably fit old age had taken its toll and things had started to sag. My belly was permanently distended because of my diveticulitis and my breasts had certainly lost their firmness and drooped when not supported by my bra.My legs weren’t too bad and my bottom was still quite firm. I thought though that as soon as he saw me with nothing on his desire would fall away. Not that, as it turned out, he saw much of my naked flesh the first time.I had to admit though that my enforced celibacy had been frustrating and the thought of being taken again was starting to really turn me on.All the time these thoughts were rushing through my head he was thrusting his penis in and out sometimes pushing into the side of my cheek and at others threatening the back of my throat and I sensed it was getting even bigger the more excited he got.The next thing I knew he had pulled out of my mouth and pulled me up from my seated position and turned me to face the wash basin and then with one hand he pushed my head forward and the other pulled back on my hips so that I was bent over my arms resting on the basin.What happened next was all a bit of a blur at the time. It is only now as I sit and recall the events that they have become clear and make sense.I felt my skirt being lifted and flipped up over my back then I was aware of his fingers hooking into the waist elastic of my knickers and of them being pulled off over my buttocks and down round my kneesHis foot moved between mine and pushed them apart and then I felt the heat of him between my legs and his fingers opening me up.“Oh that is good you are nice and wet Aunty. I shouldn’t have any problem getting it up your cunt. Now brace yourself!”Next I felt his penis up against the opening to my vagina and before I can move or protest he thrusts and for the first time in 55 years I am being penetrated with hot, hard, living flesh. So different to the speculums, used during my gynaecological exams, that I have had to endure.His hands grasp my hips and with two more thrusts he buries the rest of his penis inside me his belly hard up against the cheeks of my bottom.I hear a voice in the distance calling out “Oh yes, oh yes” then realise it must be mine.Then it begins as he starts to thrust in and out of me. At that stage I couldn’t bring myself to even think in terms of the “fuck” word. The room is filled with the sounds of our breathing and his belly slapping against my naked cheeks.I am lost in the passion of it as never before have I been taken from behind like this nor have I ever had anything this size in me.Then his hands are at my front pushing up first my blouse and then my bra releasing my breasts which he cups in his hands the nipples hardening at his touch and as he “fucks” me he squeezes and presses them.His hands return to my hips steadying me bracing me as the pace and depth of his thrusts increase and I feel the first jet of his orgasm spraying my insides and then he pulls out of me and turns me so I can sit on the toilet again and his penis is at my mouth. I naively open it wide and let him push inside again. As I close my lips round his shaft he grasps my head and I feel his organ stiffen and then my mouth is inundated with a thick fluid and he is pulling back and as he comes out of my mouth I see his white stuff spurt out of the end of his penis and feel it hitting my face and glasses and dripping off my chin, whilst in my mouth it is sliding down my throat and out over my lower lip.Then it is back in my mouth and he is telling me to suck out every last drop and to swallow it all down.I am now so far gone that I comply with his demands and suck him until he has shrunk back to his flaccid state. Oh the shame of it; the degredation to be used in such a way. Then I think; is this not what I have missed and possibly wanted? A masterful man rather than just a loving one?“Thank you Aunty that was brilliant, I hope it was good for you. I suppose I should apologise for coming in your mouth but I was beyond thinking by that stage and forgot that you would probably never have sucked a cock before let alone had one come in your mouth. It wasn’t too bad was it? I have to say you are a quick learner.” So there I was sat on the shower room toilet seat with Jonathan’s cock soft in my mouth, his come covering my face and sliding down my throat to my belly. My skirt is up round my middle, my saggy breasts exposed and my sex is on fire, his juices are oozing out of my vagina and I feel confused yet wonderful, alive as if life had just started again.I pulled back and released his cock and looked him straight in the eye.“There is no need to apologise it was wonderful. Some of it a little strange and different, particularly for an old lady who is only used to the missionary position and as to having your thing in my mouth well that was something else; the taste and texture of your stuff will take a little getting used to but I am hoping this will not be the last time as I seem have an awful lot of catching up to do.So if you are not turned off by the wrinkly flesh of a 75 year old aunty and grandma then when are we going to do it again? Soon I trust.”As I am talking his hand dropped and he cupped my left breast the nipple pinched between his fingers and fondled me.He then handed me a flannel suggesting I cleaned his stuff of my face and then told me to pull up my knickers and to carry on as if nothing had happened when John got home, but with a promise of further sessions to come.Since then we have had two further sessions both at the flat in our residential home when my husband has been out with one of his clubs.The first was a sort of a repeat of the shower room episode although I had dressed in a girdle to satisfy one of Jonathan’s fantasies. The second however was something completely different as it involved my introduction to anal sex, something I am still not sure about as it left me sore for a couple of weeks. I suppose that I will just have to get used to it if I am going to continue to enjoy Jonathan’ attentions.Perhaps now would be a good time to review my thoughts on that most unnatural of practices. I am not naive enough to pretend that I was not aware of what goes on between homosexuals but had always assumed it was a case of needs must. The thought had never crossed my mind that men might enjoy buggering women. Clearly I have been sadly mistaken.I have to say I was shocked when he asked me if I had ever had a penis up my bottom. Then for him to come right out with it and say he wanted to bugger me I was stunned but somewhat intrigued. My initial outburst was genuine and from the heart.My medical condition has meant that during my life I have had to undergo the indignity of many internal examinations which have involved me having my back passage probed and on some occasions a colonoscopy. This however has always been in the clinical environment of a hospital and been anything but sexual in nature.One has to bear in mind that I am extremely flattered by his attention so on the spur of the moment I agreed to him taking me this way which is why I got up and bent over the back of the chair.I expected my skirt to be raised and my buttocks to be parted but what came as a total shock was the warmth of his breath just before I felt the touch of his tongue against my anus and then the licking and probing. Oh that felt so strange and perverse but not, I have to admit unpleasant. For fully five minutes he tongued my backdoor and the longer it went on the more erotic the sensation became causing me to moan in genuine pleasure tinged with a hint of disgust.Next was the fingering. This of course was not the first time I had had a finger up there but it felt so different this time. First the cold sensation of some lubricant being squeezed between my cheeks then the touch of his finger as he swiftly worked it in up to his knuckle and then moved it around inside me.It all felt so rude, so shameful realising that here I was exposed to his lustful gaze my anus tight round his finger and it working away in my bowels. Then he began to work it in and out just as I knew he would do with his penis in a short while. It did not feel so bad and I relaxed slightly and almost began to enjoy the sensations it was creating. My reverie was shattered then as he introduced a second finger which stretched me causing an initial stab of pain followed by a feeling of fullness.At last he stopped and he is leading me over to the couch and making me kneel on the seat with my head down and my bottom up in the air. My skirt is raised over my back again and then my buttocks parted and for the first time I feel the touch of his penis against my anal opening. For a moment he slides it up and down my crease before pressing in against my rectum.His voice from seemingly miles away telling me to brace myself and that it might hurt a bit and to strain against the pressure.Then it starts and it does hurt, far more than I expected and I am begging him to stop as I feel as if I am about to split wide open.He ignores me and the pressure increase until with a cry from me he breaches my anus and the head of his cock slides in.It feels huge and I wriggle to try and escape but he grabs my hips and with two more thrusts he buries himself deep into my bowels until his belly is hard up against my buttocks. My God I am being buggered. Here I am on my knees with my nephew in laws penis stuck up my bottom. I feel so full, so strange, so stretched and oh so dominated.As I type this he is leaning over the back of the chair, one hand down the front of my blouse inside the cup of my bra and is fondling my breast. His other hand is up my skirt and down the front of my knickers and he is gently rubbing my clitoris and fingering my vagina. The sensations he is causing are most distracting.I know what is to come next so I must stop and let him fuck and I suspect bugger me again.I have to finish this now and let him send it.

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