Mature Lady's Sexual Revival

Auntie Angela is absolutely the life and soul of the party and you couldn't find a more lively and fun character than this attractive lady of sixty. She has been the mainstay of the Women's Institute in her picturesque Hampshire village since she retired from an acting career five years' ago. She's always in and out of the village hall with her many friends, baking cakes, making jam, organising fetes and other worthy, voluntary activities that make rural England such a pleasant place to live.

Although now living in Scotland, I regularly drive down to visit her, staying in a wee converted barn in the garden of her pretty thatched cottage that sits by a twinkling stream teeming with trout. You could hardly imagine what a pleasure it is to be there, being looked after by Angela, who's a fantastic cook always stuffing me full of home cooked scones, cakes and delicious meals. It's such a peaceful place and I can sit by the fire after a few beers in the local pub, later collapsing into a comfy king size bed. I truly love the English countryside too and there is nothing better than walking the footpaths through woods, fields, along meandering rivers and up and down the gentle hills of the Green and Pleasant Land.

Although Auntie Angela loves my company, I do try to pay my way when I'm down there by doing chores like a bit of gardening, cleaning gutters, running errands and suchlike. One summer's day when she was busy with her WI friends in the village hall, she phoned me to ask if I could go to the nearby town to pick-up some compost from the garden center. On returning, Angela asked me to place the heavy bags in a corner of the hall, which the lovely, mature ladies were going to use to pot some plants. I am quite tall and strong and some of the ladies seemed to be giving me admiring glances as my muscles bulged under a tight polo shirt.

Invited over for a cup of tea and a slice of Victoria sponge, I sat next to a cute little lady who seemed a bit shy, but yet greeted me with a wide smile under sparkling, wide, brown eyes. She introduced herself as Hazel, a friend of my Aunt and also living in the village. I'd guess Hazel to be in her late forties, small at only 5'3" with straight brown hair below her shoulders, framing a round and very pretty face. I couldn't help but notice what a tidy curvy figure she had too, with a fine cleavage and perfect round boobs filling her cotton blouse above a nice flat tummy.

As I towered over Hazel in height and size, I couldn't help but feel the flutter of excitement in my chest and the light pulsing in my groin that I get when I first meet a girl that I fancy and instinctively wish to hold and protect. Angela then came over and put her arms around both Hazel and I, saying to me: "I see you've met my lovely friend Hazel, she's a nature lover and hiker herself" and then with a cheeky wink: "you two should go for a walk together".

That evening I went over to the Feisty Weasel inn with Angela for a pint and was pleasantly surprised when Hazel came into the pub to join us. I suspected this was at the invitation of my auntie, who would never miss any opportunity to act as matchmaker.

Hazel might have been on the shy side, but I enjoyed chatting with her and when she became more comfortable in my company, I could clearly see how bright and intelligent she was, enjoying the male attention. We both became a little typsy which made her somewhat open to flirting.

After a few drinks, Hazel got up to leave, so I offered to walk her home, which wasn't too far. At her garden gate, I lent down to give the lass a gentle hug and kiss on the cheek, noting how she stroked my back and then along my arm, brushing my hand as we parted, a subtle sign of romantic interest.

Over the next week, I met Hazel in the pub on a couple of occasions and went for a stroll with her along the river bank, managing to hold her hand as she crossed some styles. At one point, I picked her up in my strong arms to help her over a fence, much to her delight.

This lovely mature woman began to open up to me about her life and I was surprised when she mentioned she had been single for many years. I later asked my aunt about this, who said that Hazel had been engaged in her early twenties, but had been cruelly dumped by her fiance, hurting her so badly that she had difficulty at trusting men. She'd actually never known Hazel to have a boyfriend in over fifteen years since they first met. Angela was elated that she had met me though, as she knew I would treat the obviously vulnerable Hazel in a loving and gentle manner.

One evening, after a lovely supper at Angela's cottage, I went with Hazel to sit on a bench at the end of the garden next to the stream to watch the sun go down. I put my arms around her, holding her little body close to me and then leaning over to kiss her softly on the lips.

Deep brown eyes looked up at mine as our gentle kissing slowly morphed into a full blown snog. I pulled her to me stroking her back in circles as our mouths opened and tongues started to swirl together in a lusty french kiss, A small hand rose up to stroke my face and head lovingly whilst she clung to me and small mewing noises came from deep within her throat. My groin began to throb as blood pulsed into my cock making it poke uncomfortably into my trousers in instinctive hope of finding a warm wet home. This glorious activity seemed to go on forever whilst our hands stroked and fondled each others' bodies deliriously, as our mouths opened and closed over each other, tongues fencing and swirling.

I could bear it no longer and with a deep drive to satiate my lust, I scooped Hazel up into my arms, carrying her to the door of my barn, then crashing it open in the desperate urge to ravish this little beauty on the large sofa in my living room.

Chucking Hazel down, I was immediately on top of her stroking and fondling again, growling deep in my throat, as she moaned and groaned with my kisses raining down on her face and neck. My mouth next fell onto her full breasts through a floral blouse. Pushing up her light cotton skirt as she lay back, Hazel's legs straddled me and my engorged cock rubbed roughly through my trousers onto her satin panties, increasing her moaning and sure to cause a flooding of her private parts.

My shaking hands were soon replaced by Hazels' as I struggled to undo the buttons of her blouse. Before she could finish and in my haste, I was pulling down her lace edged bra to admire those perfect round boobs before stooping to devour her dainty brown nipples, using my whole mouth to engulf them one at a time. My tongue swirled and flicked rapidly as I teased those peaks into stiff erection, with Hazel gasping, her mouth opening and closing in ecstasy.

Reaching down to undo my trousers, I pushed them with difficulty over my stiff prick, which sprang upwards, bouncing at its blessed release. At the same moment, Hazel lifted her lovely round bum to remove her panties, allowing a first view of her glistening pinkish-brown slit and then widening her smooth legs in sexual invitation.

Moving towards me, this gorgeous woman grasped my thick, hard cock, wanking it backwards and forwards. Aiming my manhood squarely at her dripping cunt, it seemed she could wait no longer after years of yearning to be taken by a man. My cock is on the large side and I wanted to be gentle, but I could see the desperation in her eyes and juices dripping copiously, so I pushed forward and straight through the lips of her vulva, all the way up into her soaking wet vagina in one swift thrust.

The ecstasy and surprise at her lovely tight pussy being filled so swiftly and completely was too much for Hazel, who immediately exploded into orgasm. She screamed and writhed at the exquisite invasion. Hazel's love tunnel was so tight, warm and wet and with the squeeze of her coming on my cock, it was a miracle that I didn't immediately explode myself.

Thrusting in and out of this delicious lady and watching her perfect globes bounce up and down with a look of deep pleasure on her face, I knew I couldn't possibly last long. My balls were heavy with spunk desperate to burst forth and the moist friction of her on my bell-end and shaft felt absolutely amazing.

I pumped my cock into Hazel over and over again increasing speed and intensity as I came closer to release; all the while her eyes glazed and mouth gasping in an agony of pleasure. With my bollocks contracting and rising and pulsing love organ at its very thickest. I thrust up hard two or three final times. I could hold back no longer, my white hot sperm shooting out from my balls and through pulsing shaft deep into my beautiful lover in spurt and spurt. Jets of spunk splashed into Hazel's willing and contracting pussy, which was spasming again in orgasm as she felt the wonderful rush and warmth of long-awaited man-seed flooding into her shuddering body.

I grasped the gorgeous woman to me and looked into her eyes lovingly as she gazed at me with seeming adoration.

After cuddling for a while, I got up and opened a bottle of white wine from the fridge, pouring us each a glass, then returned to hold Hazel, chatting and kissing her reassuringly. I knew it must be quite emotional for her not having had sex for close to 20 years. She did seem very happy though, almost purring like a contented cat as she snuggled in to me.

After a while and when the bottle was empty, we started getting amorous once more, kissing and fondling each other, so I gathered her up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom.

We both stripped naked and slid under the covers, my cock standing to attention and ready for a second round. Hazel slithered down, pushing the duvet away whilst grasping my dick, which she could barely get her hand around. Wanking me up and down, she lowered her head to engulf my cock in her mouth, licking and swirling her tongue like it was an ice cream. This caused me to groan and writh, pushing upwards a little, but trying not to gag her. Despite her inexperience, Hazel certainly knew what she was doing and the pleasure she gave me was written clearly on my face.

After a minute or two of her hand pumping and lips sucking, I was right on the edge of coming into her mouth and over her pretty little face. Needing to fuck her, I pulled Hazel up and onto me, kissing her swaying tits as I did so. She then straddled me, positioning my rampant organ at the entrance to her dripping pussy and pressed downwards, moaning as she did so.

Filling her hot and moist love tunnel to the very brim felt fantastic for both of us and the little lady eased herself up and down, slowly at first and soon with a faster and faster rhythm. On and on she pumped, with me thrusting upwards into this gorgeous woman whose face was glazed with lust, our bodies slapping rudely against each other, my manly moans accompanying hers at a feminine pitch.

It was just so good that our crescendo of humping couldn't last much longer, so with a frenzy of final thrusts, I burst into her, ejaculating spurts of warm spunk deep into her spasming pussy, Hazel's own orgasm soaking my balls, belly and the bed beneath with love juice. Our shouts of sex might have woken the whole neighbourhood, but in that moment, neither of us could have cared less.

Cuddling up together again under the duvet, we both fell into a deep sleep, totally satiated by our love making.

In the morning, I awoke first, making us coffee and warming some croissants, which I took to my lover for breakfast in bed. After clearing this away, I stripped-off and headed into the shower, leaving Hazel behind. As I was washing myself, the cubicle door slid aside and in came a naked lass, joining me in that steamy space.

I towered over the girl and my cock immediately became engorged, pressing against Hazel's belly as her lovely boobs squashed against me. Hazel's hand pumped my cock up and down as I soaped her curvy body, causing her to giggle and then moan.

When we were thoroughly clean, I opened the cubicle, stepped-out and we started drying each other with a fluffy towel. My cock remained stiff as a poker and so Hazel dropped to knees, taking my throbbing bell-end into her moist mouth; sucking, licking and wanking like a pro, as she fondled my balls gently.

After a while of this exquisite torture, my spunk was fit to burst, so pulling her upwards, I grabbed Hazel's thighs and lifted her onto my strong frame, positioning my rampant manhood at her tight hole. I eased into her warm wetness as her arms clung around my neck. Moving my hands down to her lovely round bum, I pushed and pulled her onto my thick cock, pumping hard in and out as she moaned and bit my shoulder.

A few minutes of this hot, upright sex was amazing, but beginning to tire, I moved awkwardly, still humping with Hazel clinging to me and throwing her gently onto the bed.

Hazel lay on her back, legs splaying, a dripping pink slit under a tidy black triangle of pubes just inviting me to lick. Positioning my head between her thighs, I lapped at her pussy lips, up and down, slowly at first, but ensuing my tongue flicked at her little clitty at each pass. This caused Hazel to moan, her hands caressing my head and then back up to fondle her plump boobs, pulling at her nipples and causing them to stretch and lengthen lusciously.

On and on I licked and sucked at her labia, swirling my tongue over her stiff little pleasure bud. Hazel's groans grew higher and louder, her juices flowing copiously over my face, soft thighs clenching against my head. Then with a final deep groan, she spasmed and arched in a huge orgasm. Like a stretching cat, Hazel's nails raked at my hair and like an open dam, her pulsing pussy gushed love juice over my face.

My thick cock was now rearing like a stallion on its back legs, balls hanging firm and heavy with sperm, urging for release. Intense lust overwhelmed me and before Hazel could recover from her wild coming, I rose up to thrust into her deep and hard, Filling her completely, I had triggered an immediate second orgasm as Hazel writhed and screamed uncontrollably.

Thrusting in and out, my throbbing prick pumped over and over into Hazel's soaking love tunnel, pussy juice and pre-cum mingling, as we both moaned and groaned in ecstasy. Humping harder and harder, balls slapping wetly on engorged slit and clit, I couldn't stop bursting stream after stream of pearly white spunk deep into Hazel's willing pussy, splashing and filling her to the brim with man seed.

Collapsing on top of Hazel's lovely hot body, she grasped me to her, kissing me over and over and shuddering at the satisfaction of her pent-up lust.

A few days' later, I was leaving for Scotland and home. In the passenger seat, gazing at me adoringly, was my new love, the gorgeous Hazel!