Hello my beautiful lady CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 1
JAY’S STORY I woke up after a short sleep of an hour or so. My head had moved from its resting place against her big soft breasts and was now against her tummy. Mrs K was stroking my face; it felt good. Better still was my memory homing in on what had happened. “Hello sleepyhead, looks like I wore you out,” Hazel said, laughing, and then smiling broadly. “Hello my beautiful lady,” I replied. I wriggled up her body and we shared a deep kiss. Then I gently nibbled her ear-lobes, kissed her neck and moved my mouth down over one of her huge pink nipples and sucked. It hardened beautifully in my mouth. As I feasted on her, Mrs K resumed stroking my face. I felt my cock press hard against her leg, and I ran my hand through her lustrous, thick, dark pubic bush and teased my fingers over the increasingly slippery wetness of her pussy. We lay like this for a while. “Ahhhh, the vigour of youth,” she almost purred. “Jay, make love to me again.” I removed my mouth from her breast and kissed her, slipping my tongue past her teeth. As I did this, Hazel held my cock tenderly and guided it inside her. She was just so wet and warm. I rode on top of her with our chests and stomachs joined and our mouths and tongues playing together. I fucked her slowly at first, with deep but gentle strokes. It was heaven. Firstly, I clenched then pushed alternatively with one then the other of my butt-cheeks, so I was probing all parts of her vaginal tunnel. I felt her react to this instantly, her hips rose to meet my strokes and I revelled in the warmth of her body. Then I shaped my hips and drew a figure-of-eight inside her pussy with my cock. I was balls deep inside Mrs K, and moving very slowly. I broke our kiss and sucked and lightly bit on the flesh between her neck and shoulders. Her breathing became ragged, and in a quiet but husky voice she rasped out: “Oh fuck, fuck me hard, fuck meeeeeeeee.” My mouth met hers again. I started riding her straight on: quite fast, then very fast and deep with each long thrust. Sweat was wet on my face. Hazel was moaning now, and repeating more loudly: