I felt Hazel’s pussy contract and her juice liberally coated my balls, as I came with her, shooting my seed deep in her love canal.

I pulled free and moved under Hazel on the bed. We kissed deeply and then just held each other very tight in a lengthy embrace. A while passed with our bodies entwined, I felt her body’s heat and her heart pulse. Gently fondling my balls and stroking my cock, Hazel twisted and rose above me, got me hard and eased my cock into her silky pussy. She rode me gently and for a long wonderful time, easing up and down with a contented, lusty look on her pretty face. I was content just to rise my hips in unison with her, savouring the pleasure as an orgasm wracked her heaving body.

I sensed I was going to cum, and I eased back. Hazel read this as a cue to lift herself off me. Gently, I motioned Hazel to roll onto her stomach. I put a pillow under her hips, raising her thighs and ass high into the air.

“Do you know what I want now Hazel?” I asked.

“My ass,” came her reply, which she followed with a contented sigh.

I kissed my way down her arching back whilst firmly fondling the big, shapely globes of her butt-cheeks with my hands. I felt great. Removing my mouth and gazing at the magnificent flesh, I felt a new heat of excitement; my mouth began to salivate, and my cock pulsed almost painfully hard. My eyes were drawn to between the valley of her magnificent full backside, as I spied her asshole. What a beauty! It was a duller, darker pink colour than her pussy, and was slightly puckered, with a tight mass of wrinkles. I was almost giddy-headed with lust.

Gently, I spread her ass-cheeks apart, and lapped around her glorious ring. Hazel’s breathing became laboured.

“Do it, tongue out my ass, eat my asshole,” she implored me.

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Her eyes widened slightly, “Big,” she muttered, “Alan was…”

“Shssssh,” I interrupted.

She gazed up, those dark eyes deeper and blacker than ever. I nodded toward my groin and she dropped her mouth and sucked at the cock-head, rimming around the glans with her tongue and cupping and very gently squeezing my full balls in her delicate hands. I lay back and savoured the delicious feeling as she slowly, languidly feasted on me. Her cunning mouth gradually took more and more, until it felt like most of my large tool was wedged down this mature beauty’s silky throat.

“Ah, fuck, fuck,” I groaned as I knew I was about to come.

“I’m going to shoot,” I said, which merely induced Hazel to suck more frenziedly as my balls tightened beneath her grip.

“Fuck!” I almost screamed as I climaxed massively, shooting wave after wave of cum into that pretty mouth.

Gamely Hazel sucked most of the love-juice down, but as she rose and smiled some fluid dripped delightfully from her full lips. I lent forward and lifted her on top of me and as I eased her up the bed I tasted myself as we were entwined in a deep kiss. I was hardening again within a minute.

“Thank-you Mrs Kellerman,” I stated, my mock formality turning into a spontaneous heart-felt laugh.

“You’re most welcome, Jay,” was her giggled reply.

I was temporarily lost in a glow of utter satisfaction; while Hazel looked lustfully at me. Moving above her, I kissed those soft lips again, and then lightly traced a line down her throat to her rounded belly with both soft and strong kisses. Her pussy was giving out a strong, wonderful aroma. She raised her butt for me as I slowly pulled her shorts and silk panties down her legs and off her feet. I threw them across the room. Her bush was dark and full; her slit was long, pink-red and glistening with moisture. I placed one hand on her right breast, rolling a huge nipple and from my other hand put two fingers in her mouth, which she sucked. Hazel spread her legs very wide. Her clit was large and prominent. I traced its outline gently with my tongue as her body heaved. I rolled her big clit with my right fingers as I inserted first one, then two, then three fingers into her flowing wet pussy. I finger fucked her in a way so as to almost stroke her clit from the inside. Hazel was rocking to meet my fingers.

“Fuck, now, fuck me now,” she commanded as her pussy gushed an orgasm which literally dripped down my fingers then my wrist.

I positioned myself and eased into her steaming, streaming pussy. Savouring the heat, I held my cock still, and then worked deep, slow strokes into her womanhood. Hazel worked her pelvis to meet my strokes in unison, and we mutually moved up a gear as I slammed home.

“Hard, deep, harshhhhhhh,” she almost screamed.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck that cunt, fuck that cunt, God it’s fuckin good,” I gasped out in joy, as sweat poured down my face.

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This is a story relating the beginning of an affair between a young Englishman and a much older widow. Apart from the names, it is true.

Do you find that in this sometimes painful sometimes wonderful world of ours that life’s pleasures are best enjoyed when they come unexpectedly? I do. That’s how it was with me and Mrs Kellerman. Unexpected, and fine, very, very fine.

I met Mrs K when I was staying at my aunt’s house one summer. At the time immediately before I met her, I was in a kind of down-hearted frame of mind. Shortly after I met her I was flying high on my own personal cloud. Now, I have a precise, precious memory of this beautiful, curvaceous woman of, I’d guess around her mid-fifties (it is rude to ask I’ve been told), with a warm smile and a kind heart, not to mention a ripe full figure and accommodating wet and warm mouth, pussy, and asshole.

Mrs Kellerman was a neighbour of my aunt’s. I hadn’t stayed at my aunt’s for many years; she and my uncle had a large, rambling property in the West Country of England and my visit was not out of choice, it was a necessity. I’m in the British Royal Navy; I have been for the four years since I left university, struggling in vain so far to rise from my junior officer rank. I’d just finished a five month tour of patrol duty with no leave in a frigate around firstly Gibraltar, then the Gulf and the coastal waters off Iraq, not far from Basra. Not fun. Routine, mundane stuff, but with just enough possibility of violent encounters to never relax properly. To Be Coninued. Story Credit