Her First Fisting Page 2

  His tongue alone was enough to get her off. If he rammed something larger in her, filled her up even more, she’d probably come immediately. That sounded pretty damn fun.

  “Like your dick, you mean.”

  “Bigger than that. How about my whole hand?”

  Rhea paused and considered what he’d said. She knew what that meant – fisting. She’d never done it before, nor had she ever taken more than three fingers at a time. She worried that it might hurt, but the idea of it intrigued her.

  “I’m a pretty small lady. I’m not sure you’ll be able to make it fit.”

  Jarod rolled over and got off the bed. He dug around under the end table for a minute, then pulled out a big bottle of lube.

  “This will help.” He took her hand and squeezed it. “You’ve never tried it before, have you?”

  She shook her head. “It sounds painful.”

  Even so, thinking about being stretched to her limits was sort of arousing. She’d always considered herself an adventurous, playful woman in the bedroom, and she hadn’t tried anything new in a long time.

  “It might be a little sore,” Jarod admitted. “But otherwise, the sensations are just mind-blowing.”

  He’d thoroughly convinced her now. She said yes, she’d like to try it, and Jarod eagerly coated his entire left hand with sticky lube.

  “Lie back on the bed and spread your legs,” he ordered her. “And relax. Deep breaths.”

  Once she’d made herself comfortable, Jarod knelt down and took a long look at her pussy. Rhea thought he resembled an explorer on a quest to enter a deep, unending tunnel. The mental image of him adventuring inside her made her smile, and she felt a little calmer.

  Jarod caressed her thighs for a moment, then his index finger pressed against her wet opening. He studied her face, looking for something written on it, but she wasn’t sure what.

  “You’re okay with this?”

  She nodded, now more turned on than nervous. Still, she couldn’t believe she was letting him, basically a stranger, do something so intimate with her. Maybe she was being stupid to trust him, but she felt such chemistry between them that she didn’t care.

  He slid his lone finger into her, slowly, and all it did was make her want more right now. She wriggled her hips around to give him a hint.

  “Take it easy. I’ve gotta stretch you out a little bit at a time. Don’t want to hurt you.”

  She liked that he cared about her comfort. He’d obviously done this before, so hopefully he knew how to handle her.

  Another finger made its way inside her. Jarod wriggled them both around in all directions, stroking her walls, widening her for the rest of him. This felt great, but she still wanted more.

  She dropped her hand to her clit and rubbed it gently. The wetness down there surprised her. Was that the lube or her own juices?

  “Oh, man.” Jarod plunged a third finger into her. “Watching you do that…wow. What a turn-on.”

  She looked up at him. “You sure seemed to like watching me yesterday.”

  He nodded, curled his fingers back, then massaged her sensitive skin until a deeply intense pleasure took her over.

  “When I came in and saw you, and you looked in my eyes like that, I thought I was going to come in my pants.”

  His confession bolstered her confidence. She’d been so humiliated when he discovered her masturbating, but now she knew there was nothing to worry about.

  In went the fourth finger, and she was feeling some serious pressure now, but no pain. It was oddly satisfying to be filled like this. Could it really get even better?

  “Okay, we’re doing fine. You ready for the whole thing?”

  She doubted she could fit him all the way inside her; she was already stretched quite wide. But she gave her approval, then shut her eyes and waited.

  Jarod made his hand flat, then squished his fingers together tightly. When she felt the wideness of his hand start to enter her, she gripped the sheets tightly and braced herself.

  “Tell me if it hurts too much.”

  He pushed himself in up to the second knuckle, then waited for a minute so she could get used to the feeling.

  A dull ache spread through her, but it was far from agonizing or even unpleasant. She continued using her own fingers to play with her clit, and this made the slight pain feel surprisingly good.

  “More,” she demanded. Then she looked him in the eyes so he’d see she was serious. She could take him now; she was sure of it.

  He looked at her with surprise, and she wondered if he’d ever expected her to make it this far. She hoped her heavy breathing and occasional moans were a clue to him that she enjoyed this.

  His hand ventured in further, and with each extra inch of penetration, the pleasure she felt intensified until she thought she couldn’t possibly take anymore.

  “Oh, my god,” she muttered, her body paralyzed by ecstasy.

  “I’m in all the way now,” he announced, giving her knee a squeeze with his free hand. “Think you can handle an actual fist?”

  Wait, there was even more? Of course she wanted it. She wanted him as deep inside her as he could go.

  “Give it to me.”

  His fingers curled down, then underneath his palm, and in that instant it felt like she had two hands buried inside her. Being filled up completely like this was so intensely gratifying, made her feel like a total vixen, a woman in every sense of the word. She closed her eyes and focused solely on this sensation, the exquisite mix of pleasure and pain, and felt nothing but gratitude for the man who gave her this gift.

  “Are you all right?” He spoke quietly, as if not wanting to interrupt her thoughts. “You’re not moving.”

  “Because,” she said, her voice drenched with lust, “it feels that damn good.”

  This pleased Jarod. He twisted his fist around, left and right, then forward and back. Rhea thought for sure time had stopped, that she’d transcended reality somehow and now existed in a place of pure bliss. She couldn’t help but express her enjoyment with a slew of profanities, plus a few utterances of Jarod’s name for good measure.

  He leaned in closer to her and stroked her belly. “I want you to come for me. Help me out.”

  Her fingers flew back to her clit, and this external stimulation, coupled with Jarod’s fist inside, rewarded her with some of the greatest pleasure she’d ever felt before.

  The way he twisted his wrist and moved his hand around had some magical effect on her brain. It wasn’t just her g-spot that he’d reached, although that had definitely happened. No, he’d tapped into something more. Something spiritual and primal, and it made her want to moan, scream, and get as close to him as possible.

  She stroked herself faster now, and his fist matched the intensity of everything she did to herself. Her orgasm came in seconds. Higher and higher she went, and then she flew, those pulsating pangs of pleasure taking over her mind and body together.

  At last she relaxed, and Jarod carefully slipped his hand out of her. As soon as he freed himself, she pulled him down on top of her and laid a long, hard kiss on his mouth. She played with his tongue, nibbled on his lips, and let him know how much she’d loved what he’d done to her.

  “Wow. I guess you had fun,” he murmured, wrapping his arms around her. It made her feel safe, made her want his cock inside her now.

  “Give me your dick. No more waiting.”

  He didn’t say another word. Instead, he slid straight into her and pounded her hard. His arms kept her wrapped in a tight hug, and this felt so caring that she enjoyed his roughness even more. It showed her two sides of him – one sweet and gentle, the other wildly animal, and she loved them both.

  She couldn’t do much with her hands in this position. Instead, she used her mouth to add to Jarod’s enjoyment. A few light kisses on the side of his neck, then a harder nibble to spice things up. Her tongue reached out to his earlobe, and a single lick made him shiver.

  “Can I shoot it in your mouth?�
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  Such a simple question; so beautifully vulgar. Did he even have to ask?

  “Fuck my mouth,” she whispered in his ear, and the moan she elicited from him made her smile.

  Out of one wet hole, into another, so fast he barely had to stop thrusting. She held him tight with her lips, grabbed his ass with both hands, and guided him as he plunged into her. Sucking him off like this was wonderful, and she loved being responsible for bringing him to orgasm.

  Three more thrusts, and his seed spilled out of him and down her throat. Swallowing such warmth and intensity made her feel so utterly alive.

  He made his exit once he’d finished, and both of them lay there, curled up together, wondering what this meant exactly. Rhea had rarely enjoyed such satisfying sex, but that didn’t necessarily mean Jarod was good relationship material. Who knew if he wanted a girlfriend, anyway? Hell, maybe he already had one, for all she knew.

  “You knew I was coming, didn’t you?” She rolled over and winked at him.

  “You mean just a minute ago? I sure as hell felt it.”

  She shoved his shoulder playfully. “No, I mean…you expected me to sneak in your house again. So you left your window open.”

  “Maybe I did. I don’t know what kind of pills you’re on, but those things are awesome.” He wrapped an arm around her and snuggled closer. “You’d better stop taking them, though.”

  “Why’s that?”

  “I don’t want you sneaking into any other guy’s rooms,” he murmured into her neck. “I want you all to myself.”

  THE END

  Copyright 2014 Olivia Lyons

  Author’s note: All characters in this story are aged 18 years or older.

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