We were sitting in the large corner bath. Ella with her freshly shave fanny, myself wondering if she would let me massage her yoni. The day had gone just how I wanted it so far. We booked in and were at it before the door closed. It had been weeks since I had seen her and nether of us could hold out. I dropped her bag and kicked the door shut as she pulled at my belt. Her hand was down my pants before the door slammed. I pulled at her top opening her blouse, even as she pushed my trousers and underwear to the ground. I found myself hobbled as we headed for the bed. On which I fell. Ella, dressed as ever, was dressed as a respectable member of the county set now pulled up her long skirt revealing lace knickers, with a bow at each hip. I pulled at each bow, and the front came away, pulling the rest of the knickers though her legs. Without removing anything else she sat upon me. Legs astride me I felt her warm fanny part excepting my manhood into her. She sank onto my cock, taking me fully in, stopped, looked me in the eye and started to rise and fall upon my cock. She let her hair fall loose about her shoulders. Her tight hairstyle falling loose just like her demeanour had when we reached the room. It was the last thing that went though my head before I came spilling cum into her. Four more time she rose and fell on my cock before she herself came. Her hair clung to her bear breasts, held by her sweat. Ella waited before rising on her knees. I felt a drop of cum fall from her onto me, her skirt dragged over me as she stood by the bed. She let her skirt fall to the floor and removed her already unbuttoned blouse, then her bra. Ella moved to the foot of the bed and removed my trousers from my ankles. I sat up and removed my shirt. Ella returned to the bed. I turned her on her back and kissed her. I entered her; I felt her hot breath as she sucked on my neck. Her legs wrapped around me and locked behind me. I pumped my cum from her warm cunt, until I refilled it. Ella came just as I did. Her arms tightened around me. We showered and dressed for lunch; after lunch went for a walk, though the hotel grounds, past the fishing lake and then into the woods of the surrounding estate. Ella was wearing dark October colours. The colours of the dying leaves reflected in her clothes. The patterns in her wrap. Dark brown, with red and brown leaves, some picked out in gold thread. All topped off with her new hair colour. It looked black, but when the sun shone just right it became a dark red, and the black satin chocker. As we entered the wood and got away from the unadventurous guests we slipped our arms around each other. Back in our room, I asked “Do you trust me?” She told me she did, so I washed her, wrapped her in a large towel and told her to open her legs. I started to shave her pussy. As I started she was concerned, but as the razor glided over her mound and around her pussy she relaxed. I rinsed her off and we sat in the big corner bath, full of clean water. We had been sat in the water for half an hour when I asked, “Do you still trust me?” “Why?”, her voice seemed to ask what are you going to do? She did not put the question into words. “I want to show you something I learned from an Indian lady.” I told her, “You can say stop when ever you wish.” “I trust you.” Ella told me. I pulled the plug, and as the water ran away I patted Ella dry with the fluffy towel. I told her to lay on the king size bed. I placed a pillow at the base of her spine and another under head. I fetch warm oil and sat between her legs. “Just relax and let me do all the work. Breath deeply using your diagram and relax.” I told her. I poured the oil over her mound; just enough so that it dribbles ran down each side of her pussy. With the heal of my right hand I made circles on her mound. Gentle, soft circles, slowly my hand wondered between her legs. I ran a finger down each side of her pussy, up and down gently. Then back to the mound. With her head on the pillow Ella could see my hand moving over her. Sometimes she moved to reach for me. Each time I told her to relax and let me do the work, just breath I told her. My oily thumb lifted her hood and gently danced around her clit. Ella was coming, I looked into her eyes and she bit her bottom lip. I pressed a little harder on her clit. Her ass sunk into the pillow, and then she relaxed again. I returned to gentle pressure. Then I inserted my finger into her. I made long gentle movements. Sometimes full circles around the inside of her pussy, sometimes in and out. I placed my left hand on her mound. Softly pressing from inside and out; that was when she suddenly became wetter. I continued to work from inside and out, her mouth opened, her hands clanged at the bedding and I told her to relax. She could not, beads of perspiration formed over her body, her pussy grew wetter and again she came. Riding the wave I just push another finger into her. Now three fingers found space to work, my thumb danced over her clit and my left hand cupped her mound. As I worked her pussy her cam three more times. At last I pulled my right hand back, bent my third finger and pushed in again. The oil and her pussy juice had mixed and both she and my hand were slick. As two fingers returned to hide in her pussy and my thumb found her clit again my little finger slipped inside her ass. Ella was still biting her bottom lip as my finger pushed into her virgin bum. She bit harder and I pushed deeper. I moved my fingers, looking into her eyes all the time, then she cam again. I knew that I should let her relax now. I new I should, but I did not. I was hard and I was wanting. I replaced my hand with my cock. I slipped in; I slipped past hot wet lips as though they were not there. Her pussy was large and hot. Her body wet with a film of moister. Her tits were swollen and hard. Her mouth open and searching. She seemed to start coming as I entered her and keep coming for as long as I could fuck her. I spilled into her five times. All with out stopping and all that time she was coming. Just one long come. We fell asleep. The bed wet. When we woke….