Massage and fisting

I was working in a country town alone and at a loose end one evening, so I phoned a lady who I had previously met through a reply to her internet advertisement. Ann usually calls by my motel; she surprised me by inviting me to her home for the first time. I took a bottle of wine with me. When she greeted me at the front door I guessed my earlier thoughts of lust had more than a good chance of coming to fruition. Ann was dressed in a very short happy coat, obviously fresh out of the shower, and also obviously with nothing on under the coat given the bits I could see as she moved. Going inside her home my pleasant suspicions began to get some confirmation with the soft lighting and nice music she had set up in her lounge room.

After I opened and poured us a wine we sat in the lounge and caught up on recent news since we’d last seen each other. Somewhere in the course of the conversation Ann asked me if she could give me a massage. Naturally I agreed; apart from any sexuality involved I knew she had recently completed a massage course so there was a chance of having the real thing. We moved to the bedroom where we both stripped off; me face down on the bed, Ann kneeling over me.

Her massage technique was quite good, and by the time she finished my back I was beginning to feel very relaxed. There was no funny business either; Ann just professionally worked over the rest of my exposed area, back to buttocks to legs to feet. When she turned me over she was the model masseuse as she massaged my neck and chest. It was nice lying there watching her as she worked. Ann has nice shaped large firm breasts, tipped by thick brown nipples. As she knelt beside me and massaged me her breasts swayed back and forth in front of my face. She knew that I was watching her. Her technique became a little different when she reached my belly. Instead of kneeling beside me she now straddled my pelvis and thighs, so that she knelt over my lower body, her spread gash touched my cock and balls as she worked. My cock naturally responded and began to go hard. Ann seemed to ignore the obvious as she worked her way along my belly to my thighs, just oiling my cock and scrotum with her hands, stimulating but not concentrated in touch or attention; continuing on down my legs. In her way it was great teasing foreplay.

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 fulfil 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 savour 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.

Ann is a quiet one, making very little sound as she sails to her internal stars. But her nipples standing out hard and long, her clutching quivering thigh muscles, and pelvic thrusts at my fingers made up for her vocal quietness. And contributed to my pleasure too; my cock was rock hard.

As Ann returned to the present she asked me to go deeper. I now began to bunch my fingers together, slowly sliding them into her willing relaxed cunt. It seemed to take only a few minutes before I had full penetration; her labia stretched open around my fingers, her cunt easily accommodating my fingers. Now Ann began to move, fucking her body at my fist. In response I began deep penetrating movements into her cunt. I could feel all of her muscles gripping and relinquishing their hold on my fist. My fingers touched the inner depths of her love hole on each of her downward thrusts onto my hand. I rotated my bunched up fingers inside her, gently easing my way into her, spreading her flesh flaps wide apart, feeling the ridges of muscle inside her; and strummed her clit with the fingertips of my other hand.

Ann really let go this time as she came, thrusting and bucking her body at my hand, perspiration pouring off her body, her juicy wetness sopping my hand. While it obviously felt good to Ann for me it was simply sensational to feel so far into her hot wet muscular cunt, to contribute to this pleasure for her, doing something that was a fantastic voyeuristic and physical pleasure for me too. My cock throbbed with the excitement of the experience.

After all that I thought we could both do with a wine to quench the thirst. My cock condition was most obvious as I passed Ann her glass. She took the wine with one hand and gripped my shaft in her other. ‘I want you to fuck me now”, was all she said. I eagerly and enthusiastically complied.

Our coupling was luscious and unhurried. We gently fucked each other, slowly slowly building up to our crescendo. Her slick cunt felt tight around my shaft. Our tongues intertwined in passion. When our collective orgasm came it was fierce. We ground hard and deep at each other, me plunging completely into her clutching depths, her tearing my arse with her fingers as she pulled me into her; cumming in a perspiration dripping intertwine of limbs and cock in cunt, cum shooting in grunts up the length of my shaft, glans feeling like its going to burst with pleasure, her hot gash gripped wetly around me. In the first moments of relaxation together I felt the cum running out of her cunt over my cock and onto my balls. Mind blowing!