My [F]irst Fisting

He arrived last week with baby oil and nervous laughter. I didn’t know his name and still don’t. Perhaps his nerves were from being with a stranger. Some people go all their lives without engaging in anonymous encounters. But for me that is part of the fun. There was no foreplay whatsoever. The nerves might have made him forget or he might have been eager to dive into my hole. He instructed me to lay down on the towel I had put out and I did.

 

He poured the baby oil and began sliding his fingers into my now slick hole. One at first. Which is never enough. Then two. I always ask for harder with two. A moment later it was three. My hips bucked to meet his entering and exiting digits. A hand searched out his free arm to dig my claws into. The other hand reached down to his busy arm and tried to push him deeper into me. To no avail. So my hand went to my clit instead. It isn’t something I usually do during sex but then again neither was fisting until now. The man told me it was hot so I didn’t stop. Below I feel his fingers and thumb twisting and turning inside of me. I felt like I was being split open and it hurt a bit. And I wish I could replay that pleasurable pain sensation over and again. But my body must have given away the pain I felt as a few of his fingers retreated.

 

My disappointment was soon taken over by shock. He had began eating me out while fingering me. Even with all of that baby oil he did so enthusiastically. Usually I am not one into receiving cunnilingus after a certain incident but the roughness of his unshaven face, the hums of pleasure coming from him and his pointy tongue hard at work put me at ease. More than put me at ease. At times I gently rubbed behind his ears to show appreciation. At others I lifted my hips and held his head firmly to my lips. Only when it was enough did I pull him up to me and reward him with a kiss.

 

As we kissed he rubbed his erection against me. Wanting release I suppose. But I wasn’t done yet. After guiding one of his hands to my wetness he got the hint and went back to work on fitting his fist in. It felt even more intense this time around. My hips moved even more erratically. Sometimes answer to his many fingered plunge. At others raising from the bed in orgasmic bliss. Sadly I’m not sure if it ever fully went in but I was truly stretched and swollen from the activity.

 

When he took a break I began rubbing his erection with my foot and got him a condom. His length was average and thankfully he didn’t last very long so the oil didn’t break the condom. What a compliment to have gotten him so turned on he lasted but two minutes at most. And I was so swollen and used that I felt tighter than ever in those two minutes. Very satisfying experience.

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