Massage and fisting

As she finished I was concerned about getting oil on the sheets. That was the least of her worries. Ann lay in the middle of the bed, poured a fairly liberal amount of oil on her pussy, and asked me to fulfill one of her long-held fantasies, to fist her!

I knelt between her thighs and began to stroke the outside of her pussy with my fingers. Ann has very sparse brown pubic hair; for someone who doesn’t shave, she is almost hairless. From her nude sun tanning even her vulva was brown; but as my fingers and her excitement opened her up, the inner folds of her flesh a lovely delicate pink.

I took my time so both of us could savor and enjoy this experience. I concentrated on erotically massaging the labia of Ann’s lovely pussy, occasionally fingertip teasing her clitoris, or sliding a finger through the parted pink slash of her slit, with no real effort at any sort of serious penetration. Looking at her body and its response to my touch it was easy to judge what felt best to her.
Ann’s thick brown nipples elongated and her tummy muscles fluttered under my touch. I continued to sensuously stroke her until she quietly but quickly slid into her first orgasm.