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Pure fiction, Hazel is actually my wife but she loves me write stories like this and read them to her in bed as a form of foreplay.
Growing Old Together
(Disgracefully)
One afternoon last week, I was in the cafe of my local super market when I noticed my neighbour, Hazel, sitting at one of the tables. She was on her own so I went over and asked if she minded if joined her. She smiled up at me and nodded. When I was settled, I noticed she seemed to be down in the dumps so I asked her what was wrong. She smiled at me again, this time with a sad look on her face. “Well Mike,” she said, “if you must know, I’ve realised I’m getting past it. While I was getting dressed this morning I looked in the mirror and couldn’t believe how old I looked.”
Shaking my head, I smiled at her. “Should have gone to Spec-Savers,” I laughed, pinching a line from the TV advert. “You look great for someone our age.” We were both in our late sixties so neither of us were spring chickens but as I’d told her she did look great for a woman her age.
My comments seemed to cheer up a bit and once we’d finished our coffees, we headed back home. We both live in a small block of sheltered accommodation flats that was about ten minutes from the supermarket and when we arrived at the block, Hazel asked me if I fancied a coffee at at her place. As we both lived alone and I’d got nothing planned for the rest of the afternoon, I happily accepted her offer.
After we were inside her flat, Hazel took of her coat and I noticed that the top two buttons of her blouse were open revealing the lacy top of her bra. I didn’t say anything and I don’t think Hazel noticed either, because when she finally returned from the kitchen with the coffee and bent down to put it on the coffee, I got an even better view of the bra and the cleavage it formed.
As we sat drinking our coffee Hazel suddenly turned to me. “Did you mean it Mike, when you said I look great?” she asked, “or were you just saying that?” “No,” I quickly replied, “I wasn’t just saying that, and from what I can see, you look better than great.” As I spoke I nodded down at her partially unbuttoned blouse. For a second or two she just sat there then followed the direction of eyes and quickly re-buttoned the blouse. “Oh I’m sorry Mike,” she said, blushing, “I didn’t know.” “Oh there’s no need to apologise Hazel,” I said, “if you think what I just saw looks past it, you definitely need to got to Spec-Savers.” “Yes it’s amazing what a good bra can do,” she laughed, “you should see them without one.” “Mmm,” I said, this time more seriously, “is that an invitation? If it is I’d love to.” I saw Hazel blush again and quickly apologised. “Sorry Hazel,” I said, “I didn’t mean to embarrass you but they certainly look good from where I’m sitting.” What Hazel did next took me completely by surprise.
Standing up, she fully unbuttoned her blouse, slid it off her shoulders then, with one hand, reached behind her back and unclipped the pale blue satin bra she was wearing. Smiling down at me, she held it in place with the other hand, then said. “Well you asked for it Mike, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” With that she let the bra drop, fully exposing her breasts. Of course her cleavage wasn’t as well defined as when she was wearing the bra, but it still looked good to me and I felt a stirring in my pants. “Well, now do you believe me,” she said, pulling the bra back up over her breasts. What ever came over me at that moment, I’ll never know, but whatever it was, it changed the rest of my life. I stood up and pulled her hands towards me, allowing the bra to fall to the floor at our feet. A look of panic filled her face and she made as if to bend down ad pick it up again but I put my arms around her waist and pulled her close to me and kissed her, a hard passionate kiss that stopped her in her tracks. For a second or two she didn’t respond but then I felt her relax and she put her arms around my neck and returned the kiss, sighing softly.
With us standing so close together I knew Hazel couldn’t see the bulge in my pants so I pulled her tighter against me, making sure she could feel it. As I ground my hips against her, she groaned softly and I felt her knees begin to buckle. Hazel is slightly disabled and I realised if I didn’t do something quickly she was going to finish up in a heap at my feet so I turned her round and sat her down on the couch, sitting down beside her. Now close up, I had the chance to take in the full beauty of her breasts. Naturally they sagged a little but they were still as firm as a woman ten years her junior and she had the most wonderful nipples I’d ever laid eyes on.
For what seemed like an age we just sat there, neither of us daring to make the first move and I realised that if I didn’t there was a good chance the heat of the moment would cool so, taking things slowly, so as not to alarm her, I moved my hand onto the soft, warm flesh of her breasts and ran the palm of my hand over her nipples, feeling them harden under it. Hazel groaned softly as I returned my lips to hers and kissed her again before working my way down over her chin and the front of her neck, before sliding my tongue into her cleavage. She groaned softly and I felt her body stiffen as I turned my head to one side and ran the tip of my tongue over the corrugated skin surrounding her nipple with. Pulling back slightly to gauge her reaction, I could see that her head was laid back on the couch and her eyes were closed. Her breathing seemed laboured and, as I took the nipple between my lips and sucked it into my mouth she gasped loudly.
Almost immediately I detected the delightful aroma of a woman in heat and her groans grew louder and I felt her body tense even more just before she grabbed the back of my head, pulling it harder onto her breast. Then to my amazement, she came, her body shuddering uncontrollably as her orgasm consumed her and the unmistakable scent of her climax drifted up to me.
I moved my lips back up to hers and kissed her again and felt her moan softly into my mouth. I could tell she was getting even more aroused as her breathing increased and, praying that she wouldn’t call a halt to proceedings, I let my hand rest on her leg, an inch or so above the hem of her skirt. Feeling no resistance I moved it slightly lower until it was just above her knee. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, her legs moved, opening in an unspoken invitation to me to continue with my exploration of her mature body, an invitation I wasn’t about to turn down.
Again, taking my time so as not to panic her, I slowly worked my hand up under the hem of her skirt, massaging the soft, warm skin of her inner thigh as I moved it higher. Her breathing was now slow and steady with soft sighs escaping her lips as my fingers neared their goal. I swear I could feel the moist heat emanating from her pussy as I slowly stroked my hand higher and when they finally made contact with the lacy material of her panties where they covered the entrance to her love tunnel, she cried out and thrust upwards with her hips as she came for a second time.
Taking a woman to her second orgasm in less than fifteen minutes was a first for me and, spurred on by her reaction, I eased the crotch of her panties aside. Now I could feel her hot, wet pussy lips and traced the tip of one finger down through them, eliciting another gasp from her as it passed over her clit. A shudder ran through her body as I eased the finger inside her and again she raised her hips, more slowly this time and it slid deeper into her wetness.
If there’s one thing I like more than the feel and scent of a woman on heat, it’s the taste and I pulled my hand down from under her skirt and slipped my finger into my mouth. Hazel watched intently as I sucked her sweet juices off it, savouring the taste of them. Now with my hand no longer up under her skirt, Hazel was able to stand, which she did, unzipping he skirt and pushing down over her hips before she sat down beside me again.
Now I could see that she was wearing a pair of French cut panties that matched the pale blue bra she’d removed. I like this style of pantie as I have a fetish, I love to make love to a lady while she’s wearing panties and the French cut style makes that so much easier. The temptation to free my aching manhood and indulge in my favourite fetish was almost overpowering but somehow, I managed to subdue it, I something more important to do before that!!! The source of the sweetness I’d sucked of my finger was now right there before my eyes. Standing up and placing a hand on each of Hazel’s knees, I eased them apart then dropped down between them. For a minute or two I just knelt there, marvelling at the sight of her clean shaven pussy lips, visible at the side of her panties, thank God for French cut. I could see the results of her two previous orgasms glistening on them and lowered my face towards them, breathing in their heady aroma.
Hazel reached down and put a hand on the back of my head, trying to press my lips against her but I was in no hurry and turned my head sideways and kissed the soft skin of her inner thigh. Realising that I was in control, she moved her hand off my head and I heard her groan softly. Raising my head for a moment, I looked up over the swell of her stomach and saw that her hands were now working on her breasts, pinching and stroking her hard nipples. Smiling, I returned to the task in hand and kissed the inside of her other thigh, before moving over slightly and running my tongue over the crotch of her Frenchies. The aroma of her twin orgasms filled my nostrils and I could really taste her juices now. Sliding my hands under her soft ass cheeks, I raised her slightly from the couch and began my tongue up and down between her pussy lips from her clit to the wrinkled rose bud of her back passage.
Hazel’s response was instantaneous as she returned her hands to me head and pulled my lips harder against her pussy. “Oh yes Mike, yes, eat me. Eat my pussy. I’m coming,” she gasped, pressing my face even harder against her. I didn’t need any more encouragement than that and covered her pussy with my mouth, working my tongue into her sweet smelling hole. To say she was wet would have been an understatement, her juices were literally pouring out of her pussy. I slid my tongue into her and a river of of sweet tasting liquid flowed over it into my waiting mouth. For a woman who was having her third orgasm in less than an hour, I was amazed at how hard she came but gamely, I swallowed as hard as I could. I didn’t want to waste a drop of her sweet love honey and I didn’t, taking everything she had to give. After several minutes I felt the pressure of her hands on my head lessen and I heard her sigh loudly.
Once again I raised my head and looked up at her, this time though, her chin was resting on her chest and she was breathing deeply, as if she were asleep but her low moans told me she wasn’t and I saw her eyes flicker open and she smiled down at me. “Thank you Mike,” she whispered, “thank you. I haven’t come that hard or that often for years. Thank you so much.”
As I knelt smiling up at her she patted the seat beside her. “Come and sit down Mike,” she said softly, “I think I know just how to thank you.” Having a good idea what she meant I was on my feet and sitting on the couch beside in seconds and once I was settled, she put a hand on each side of my head and kissed me, her tongue exploring the inside of my mouth tasting her juices in it. When she’d kissed and licked all over my face and was sure all remnants were gone, she slid her hand into my lap and unzipped my fly. Naturally, I was painfully hard, so the release of pressure on my manhood was more than welcome and it lessened even more when she unclipped the top of my slacks and pulled the top of my boxers down, freeing my seven inch, fully erect manhood. With her eyes locked on mine, she wrapped her slim fingers around it and began to slowly work them up and down it. She smiled when she saw a bead of pre-cum ooze from the tip and slowly lowered her head towards it. I held my breath as, for what seemed like an age, she just sat there, her soft lips poised above the tip of my erection until, still looking up into my eyes she lowered her head even more and I saw my knob disappear into her hot mouth. For a minute or two she was content to just work her tongue over it, tasting the natural lube that was now flowing freely from it but then, with a huge smile on her face, she dropped her head and took what was left poking above her fist into her mouth.
Words can’t describe the pleasure she gave me for the next fifteen minutes as her mouth and fingers worked their magic on me. I lost count of the number of times she had me teetering on the edge then dragged me, almost screaming, from the brink. Finally though she took pity on me and removed her fingers from around the base of my shaft and took my full seven inches into her mouth. In less than a minute I was at the point of no return and put my hands on the back of her head, holding it steady as I thrust upwards with my hips and came. I wasn’t sure if Hazel was a swallower or not but at this moment in time I just didn’t care, I was coming and nothing was going to stop me. My question was soon answered though as my seed erupted into her mouth and she took it all in her stride, even sucking harder as her mouth filled with my thick, creamy cumm. She kept on sucking and swallowing until she was sure I had nothing left to give then lifted head and smiled at me. “That was fantastic Mike,” she whispered, “but I think we’d be more comfortable in the bedroom don’t you.” As there was only one thing we hadn’t done I knew exactly what she meant I stood up, helping her to her feet and headed off down the hallway for the climax to an amazing afternoon.
By the time we reached the bedroom my erection had almost gone, but at sixty five plus, and the treatment it had just received off Hazel, that was no surprise. She smiled when she saw it and told me to get on the bed and lie on my back. “I think I’ve got the cure for that,” she laughed, nodding down at my drooping manhood. I did as she asked and watched as she positioned her self between my legs and began lick up and down the underside of my manhood. Each time she reached the tip, she paused, teasing it with her tongue until I was fully erect again. “That’s more like it,” she said as she straddled me and leant forwards, dangling her breasts over my face. I didn’t need telling what to do next and began to suck and lick them. As I alternately I took each nipple into my mouth, Hazel raised her hips and positioned her pussy above my erection then, taking it in her hand she guided it between her pussy lips. At first she just teased herself with, rubbing it to and fro through her soft, wet petals until finally, she lowered herself down onto it and I watched it disappear inside her. This wasn’t the first time I’d made love in this position but it was certainly the best.
Now Hazel was in control and she knew it, riding me at varying speeds, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes taking me deep inside her, sometimes raising herself until just my tip nestled in her inner lips. The room was soon filled with the moans, gaps and sighs of our mutual pleasure and the look on Hazel’s face showed she was really enjoying her power over me. Slowly, she began to pick up speed and as her breasts began to swinging wildly I had to revert to using my hands and fingers on them.
Hazel was now riding me as fast and hard as she was able and I counted over half dozen orgasms before I felt my own seed rising up my shaft and I came myself, pumping a depleted load into her spasming pussy. Even after we’d both finished coming, I could still feel her pussy pulsing around my rapidly softening manhood until eventually my erection died completely and slipped out of her velvet tunnel. After collapsing forwards and lying on top of me for a minute or two she rolled off and lay beside me and we both drifted of to a restful, satisfied sleep.
The next morning I woke, like I do every morning but now, with Hazel’s warm, soft body snuggled up to me. Yes Hazel and I are now an item and we’ve vowed to grow old together. Disgracefully!!!!
Growing Old Together
(Disgracefully)
One afternoon last week, I was in the cafe of my local super market when I noticed my neighbour, Hazel, sitting at one of the tables. She was on her own so I went over and asked if she minded if joined her. She smiled up at me and nodded. When I was settled, I noticed she seemed to be down in the dumps so I asked her what was wrong. She smiled at me again, this time with a sad look on her face. “Well Mike,” she said, “if you must know, I’ve realised I’m getting past it. While I was getting dressed this morning I looked in the mirror and couldn’t believe how old I looked.”
Shaking my head, I smiled at her. “Should have gone to Spec-Savers,” I laughed, pinching a line from the TV advert. “You look great for someone our age.” We were both in our late sixties so neither of us were spring chickens but as I’d told her she did look great for a woman her age.
My comments seemed to cheer up a bit and once we’d finished our coffees, we headed back home. We both live in a small block of sheltered accommodation flats that was about ten minutes from the supermarket and when we arrived at the block, Hazel asked me if I fancied a coffee at at her place. As we both lived alone and I’d got nothing planned for the rest of the afternoon, I happily accepted her offer.
After we were inside her flat, Hazel took of her coat and I noticed that the top two buttons of her blouse were open revealing the lacy top of her bra. I didn’t say anything and I don’t think Hazel noticed either, because when she finally returned from the kitchen with the coffee and bent down to put it on the coffee, I got an even better view of the bra and the cleavage it formed.
As we sat drinking our coffee Hazel suddenly turned to me. “Did you mean it Mike, when you said I look great?” she asked, “or were you just saying that?” “No,” I quickly replied, “I wasn’t just saying that, and from what I can see, you look better than great.” As I spoke I nodded down at her partially unbuttoned blouse. For a second or two she just sat there then followed the direction of eyes and quickly re-buttoned the blouse. “Oh I’m sorry Mike,” she said, blushing, “I didn’t know.” “Oh there’s no need to apologise Hazel,” I said, “if you think what I just saw looks past it, you definitely need to got to Spec-Savers.” “Yes it’s amazing what a good bra can do,” she laughed, “you should see them without one.” “Mmm,” I said, this time more seriously, “is that an invitation? If it is I’d love to.” I saw Hazel blush again and quickly apologised. “Sorry Hazel,” I said, “I didn’t mean to embarrass you but they certainly look good from where I’m sitting.” What Hazel did next took me completely by surprise.
Standing up, she fully unbuttoned her blouse, slid it off her shoulders then, with one hand, reached behind her back and unclipped the pale blue satin bra she was wearing. Smiling down at me, she held it in place with the other hand, then said. “Well you asked for it Mike, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” With that she let the bra drop, fully exposing her breasts. Of course her cleavage wasn’t as well defined as when she was wearing the bra, but it still looked good to me and I felt a stirring in my pants. “Well, now do you believe me,” she said, pulling the bra back up over her breasts. What ever came over me at that moment, I’ll never know, but whatever it was, it changed the rest of my life. I stood up and pulled her hands towards me, allowing the bra to fall to the floor at our feet. A look of panic filled her face and she made as if to bend down ad pick it up again but I put my arms around her waist and pulled her close to me and kissed her, a hard passionate kiss that stopped her in her tracks. For a second or two she didn’t respond but then I felt her relax and she put her arms around my neck and returned the kiss, sighing softly.
With us standing so close together I knew Hazel couldn’t see the bulge in my pants so I pulled her tighter against me, making sure she could feel it. As I ground my hips against her, she groaned softly and I felt her knees begin to buckle. Hazel is slightly disabled and I realised if I didn’t do something quickly she was going to finish up in a heap at my feet so I turned her round and sat her down on the couch, sitting down beside her. Now close up, I had the chance to take in the full beauty of her breasts. Naturally they sagged a little but they were still as firm as a woman ten years her junior and she had the most wonderful nipples I’d ever laid eyes on.
For what seemed like an age we just sat there, neither of us daring to make the first move and I realised that if I didn’t there was a good chance the heat of the moment would cool so, taking things slowly, so as not to alarm her, I moved my hand onto the soft, warm flesh of her breasts and ran the palm of my hand over her nipples, feeling them harden under it. Hazel groaned softly as I returned my lips to hers and kissed her again before working my way down over her chin and the front of her neck, before sliding my tongue into her cleavage. She groaned softly and I felt her body stiffen as I turned my head to one side and ran the tip of my tongue over the corrugated skin surrounding her nipple with. Pulling back slightly to gauge her reaction, I could see that her head was laid back on the couch and her eyes were closed. Her breathing seemed laboured and, as I took the nipple between my lips and sucked it into my mouth she gasped loudly.
Almost immediately I detected the delightful aroma of a woman in heat and her groans grew louder and I felt her body tense even more just before she grabbed the back of my head, pulling it harder onto her breast. Then to my amazement, she came, her body shuddering uncontrollably as her orgasm consumed her and the unmistakable scent of her climax drifted up to me.
I moved my lips back up to hers and kissed her again and felt her moan softly into my mouth. I could tell she was getting even more aroused as her breathing increased and, praying that she wouldn’t call a halt to proceedings, I let my hand rest on her leg, an inch or so above the hem of her skirt. Feeling no resistance I moved it slightly lower until it was just above her knee. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, her legs moved, opening in an unspoken invitation to me to continue with my exploration of her mature body, an invitation I wasn’t about to turn down.
Again, taking my time so as not to panic her, I slowly worked my hand up under the hem of her skirt, massaging the soft, warm skin of her inner thigh as I moved it higher. Her breathing was now slow and steady with soft sighs escaping her lips as my fingers neared their goal. I swear I could feel the moist heat emanating from her pussy as I slowly stroked my hand higher and when they finally made contact with the lacy material of her panties where they covered the entrance to her love tunnel, she cried out and thrust upwards with her hips as she came for a second time.
Taking a woman to her second orgasm in less than fifteen minutes was a first for me and, spurred on by her reaction, I eased the crotch of her panties aside. Now I could feel her hot, wet pussy lips and traced the tip of one finger down through them, eliciting another gasp from her as it passed over her clit. A shudder ran through her body as I eased the finger inside her and again she raised her hips, more slowly this time and it slid deeper into her wetness.
If there’s one thing I like more than the feel and scent of a woman on heat, it’s the taste and I pulled my hand down from under her skirt and slipped my finger into my mouth. Hazel watched intently as I sucked her sweet juices off it, savouring the taste of them. Now with my hand no longer up under her skirt, Hazel was able to stand, which she did, unzipping he skirt and pushing down over her hips before she sat down beside me again.
Now I could see that she was wearing a pair of French cut panties that matched the pale blue bra she’d removed. I like this style of pantie as I have a fetish, I love to make love to a lady while she’s wearing panties and the French cut style makes that so much easier. The temptation to free my aching manhood and indulge in my favourite fetish was almost overpowering but somehow, I managed to subdue it, I something more important to do before that!!! The source of the sweetness I’d sucked of my finger was now right there before my eyes. Standing up and placing a hand on each of Hazel’s knees, I eased them apart then dropped down between them. For a minute or two I just knelt there, marvelling at the sight of her clean shaven pussy lips, visible at the side of her panties, thank God for French cut. I could see the results of her two previous orgasms glistening on them and lowered my face towards them, breathing in their heady aroma.
Hazel reached down and put a hand on the back of my head, trying to press my lips against her but I was in no hurry and turned my head sideways and kissed the soft skin of her inner thigh. Realising that I was in control, she moved her hand off my head and I heard her groan softly. Raising my head for a moment, I looked up over the swell of her stomach and saw that her hands were now working on her breasts, pinching and stroking her hard nipples. Smiling, I returned to the task in hand and kissed the inside of her other thigh, before moving over slightly and running my tongue over the crotch of her Frenchies. The aroma of her twin orgasms filled my nostrils and I could really taste her juices now. Sliding my hands under her soft ass cheeks, I raised her slightly from the couch and began my tongue up and down between her pussy lips from her clit to the wrinkled rose bud of her back passage.
Hazel’s response was instantaneous as she returned her hands to me head and pulled my lips harder against her pussy. “Oh yes Mike, yes, eat me. Eat my pussy. I’m coming,” she gasped, pressing my face even harder against her. I didn’t need any more encouragement than that and covered her pussy with my mouth, working my tongue into her sweet smelling hole. To say she was wet would have been an understatement, her juices were literally pouring out of her pussy. I slid my tongue into her and a river of of sweet tasting liquid flowed over it into my waiting mouth. For a woman who was having her third orgasm in less than an hour, I was amazed at how hard she came but gamely, I swallowed as hard as I could. I didn’t want to waste a drop of her sweet love honey and I didn’t, taking everything she had to give. After several minutes I felt the pressure of her hands on my head lessen and I heard her sigh loudly.
Once again I raised my head and looked up at her, this time though, her chin was resting on her chest and she was breathing deeply, as if she were asleep but her low moans told me she wasn’t and I saw her eyes flicker open and she smiled down at me. “Thank you Mike,” she whispered, “thank you. I haven’t come that hard or that often for years. Thank you so much.”
As I knelt smiling up at her she patted the seat beside her. “Come and sit down Mike,” she said softly, “I think I know just how to thank you.” Having a good idea what she meant I was on my feet and sitting on the couch beside in seconds and once I was settled, she put a hand on each side of my head and kissed me, her tongue exploring the inside of my mouth tasting her juices in it. When she’d kissed and licked all over my face and was sure all remnants were gone, she slid her hand into my lap and unzipped my fly. Naturally, I was painfully hard, so the release of pressure on my manhood was more than welcome and it lessened even more when she unclipped the top of my slacks and pulled the top of my boxers down, freeing my seven inch, fully erect manhood. With her eyes locked on mine, she wrapped her slim fingers around it and began to slowly work them up and down it. She smiled when she saw a bead of pre-cum ooze from the tip and slowly lowered her head towards it. I held my breath as, for what seemed like an age, she just sat there, her soft lips poised above the tip of my erection until, still looking up into my eyes she lowered her head even more and I saw my knob disappear into her hot mouth. For a minute or two she was content to just work her tongue over it, tasting the natural lube that was now flowing freely from it but then, with a huge smile on her face, she dropped her head and took what was left poking above her fist into her mouth.
Words can’t describe the pleasure she gave me for the next fifteen minutes as her mouth and fingers worked their magic on me. I lost count of the number of times she had me teetering on the edge then dragged me, almost screaming, from the brink. Finally though she took pity on me and removed her fingers from around the base of my shaft and took my full seven inches into her mouth. In less than a minute I was at the point of no return and put my hands on the back of her head, holding it steady as I thrust upwards with my hips and came. I wasn’t sure if Hazel was a swallower or not but at this moment in time I just didn’t care, I was coming and nothing was going to stop me. My question was soon answered though as my seed erupted into her mouth and she took it all in her stride, even sucking harder as her mouth filled with my thick, creamy cumm. She kept on sucking and swallowing until she was sure I had nothing left to give then lifted head and smiled at me. “That was fantastic Mike,” she whispered, “but I think we’d be more comfortable in the bedroom don’t you.” As there was only one thing we hadn’t done I knew exactly what she meant I stood up, helping her to her feet and headed off down the hallway for the climax to an amazing afternoon.
By the time we reached the bedroom my erection had almost gone, but at sixty five plus, and the treatment it had just received off Hazel, that was no surprise. She smiled when she saw it and told me to get on the bed and lie on my back. “I think I’ve got the cure for that,” she laughed, nodding down at my drooping manhood. I did as she asked and watched as she positioned her self between my legs and began lick up and down the underside of my manhood. Each time she reached the tip, she paused, teasing it with her tongue until I was fully erect again. “That’s more like it,” she said as she straddled me and leant forwards, dangling her breasts over my face. I didn’t need telling what to do next and began to suck and lick them. As I alternately I took each nipple into my mouth, Hazel raised her hips and positioned her pussy above my erection then, taking it in her hand she guided it between her pussy lips. At first she just teased herself with, rubbing it to and fro through her soft, wet petals until finally, she lowered herself down onto it and I watched it disappear inside her. This wasn’t the first time I’d made love in this position but it was certainly the best.
Now Hazel was in control and she knew it, riding me at varying speeds, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, sometimes taking me deep inside her, sometimes raising herself until just my tip nestled in her inner lips. The room was soon filled with the moans, gaps and sighs of our mutual pleasure and the look on Hazel’s face showed she was really enjoying her power over me. Slowly, she began to pick up speed and as her breasts began to swinging wildly I had to revert to using my hands and fingers on them.
Hazel was now riding me as fast and hard as she was able and I counted over half dozen orgasms before I felt my own seed rising up my shaft and I came myself, pumping a depleted load into her spasming pussy. Even after we’d both finished coming, I could still feel her pussy pulsing around my rapidly softening manhood until eventually my erection died completely and slipped out of her velvet tunnel. After collapsing forwards and lying on top of me for a minute or two she rolled off and lay beside me and we both drifted of to a restful, satisfied sleep.
The next morning I woke, like I do every morning but now, with Hazel’s warm, soft body snuggled up to me. Yes Hazel and I are now an item and we’ve vowed to grow old together. Disgracefully!!!!
Lizbeth
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