My Aunt Pt.2 - Sex Stories

My Aunt Pt.2

... 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 ...