I Want Your Fist

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‘I Want Your Fist’

They were sitting on the couch after dinner watching TV. They had showered already and were both wearing terrycloth bathrobes as they sat together. He had his arm around her, and she was leaning against him.

As they watched the show, his arm moved as it lay on the back of the couch and his hand wandered to her left breast. He kneaded and rubbed it lightly through the robe.

“Keep doing that and we won’t finish watching this…” She said, without looking at him.

“Well, I don’t really care about this show right now. I have other things on my mind.” He replied.

“Hmm…” she said. “Now I do, too…”

Her hand moved to his leg and began slowly rubbing it through the terrycloth and then pulled the robe aside, touching his bare leg.

His hand had pulled her robe open a bit more at the top and his hand moved inside, onto her breast, rubbing his fingers over her nipple and she pulled the top open further and exposing it to his hand.

“Oh, you know I like that,” She said, “You have such good hands…”

With his free hand he took the remote and turned off the TV.

“We don’t need that on. I think we aren’t going to watch it, anyway.”

“Mmm, I think not.” She replied, moving her hand up inside his robe and gliding it over his now hard manhood. “And…” she hesitated, “I have something in mind I’d like to try, tonight. Something different.”

“And what would that be, sweetie?”

She moved away from him a bit and turned to him so she could look him in the eye. The top of her robe had come open enough that both of her firm breasts were exposed.

She hesitated a moment.

“I want you to fist me.”

He was silent for moments but then said, “Okay. Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m very sure. I want your fist inside me…”

“Alright. If that’s what you want. Let me get some things. I’ll be right back.”

He escort izmir stood and left the room, returning with a squeeze bottle of lubricant from the nightstand beside their bed.

She had opened her robe completely while he had been out of the living room and moved her slim body, her hips out just over the edge of the couch, her feet on the floor and legs spread open, hands on her firm breasts. He knelt in front of her between her spread legs and she leaned back.

He popped the cap open on the bottle and squeezed a stream of the clear, thick lube onto the top of her mound and rubbed it over her pussy, sliding a finger between her slightly spread lips and moved it up and down.

“Oh, baby, I like your hand on me like that.” She whispered.

After coating her with the lube, he slowly slid his index finger inside her tight entrance, moving his lubed finger in and out of her damp warm womanhood, feeling her soft inner flesh. He added another finger to the one inside her, moving in and out slowly.

“Give me another…” she said softly, leaning her head back on the couch and closing her eyes.

He added a third finger to the two and moved them deep inside her, in and out and he felt her relax a bit.

Thumb and little finger extended to the side, his three fingers moved more quickly in and out of her, he felt her tightness relax a bit more and she tilted her hips back a bit.

“More…” she whispered, “give me more.”

He applied a bit more of the lube to her now open pussy and the back of his hand and tucked his little finger into his palm, slowly pushing inside her wetness.

He turned his hand with his four fingers inside her, pushing in and out of her as he did so and then, with his thumb pointing up, pushed deeply inside her, his thumb bumping her clit each time he plunged inside her.

She was now breathing deeply and moaning softly, her face escort izmir and chest flushed, and she reached behind her head and loosened her bun, her long brown hair now free and falling over her shoulders and back.

His hand paused.

“Okay baby, here you go….”

He tucked his thumb inside his palm and pushed into her until he was up to his knuckles inside her.

She moaned louder and took a deep breath.

“Yes,” she moaned, “I want it inside. Easy…..easy. Yes, baby, fist me….”

He pushed harder, feeling her stretch and yield. He paused and pushed again, feeling his knuckles stretch her pussy and suddenly slide past her entrance and into her.

She gasped. “Oh, god, yes.”

She moaned as he moved his fingers and hand inside her.

“Fuck me with your hand. Fist me, baby. Fist fuck me!”

He pulled his hand from her and then thrust in again, this time with less resistance as his knuckles stretched her and his hand slid inside her again.

“Do you like this?’ he asked.

‘Oh, yes…I love it.”

“You like my fist in your cunt, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me.”

“I love you to fist my cunt, baby! I love you to fist fuck me!”

He plunged his hand deeply into her, over and over, his hand disappearing into her up to his wrist.

She moved one hand to his and gripped his wrist tightly, pulling him into her, then pushed him back until his knuckles were stretching her wide and pulled his fist back into her again.

She repeated this, gripping his wrist and moving his hand inside her, pulling him out and then plunging him inside her.

With one quick move, she pull him completely out of her and plunged his fist back into her gaping hole again, her outer lips swollen and dark pink. She repeated this, pulling him out and pushing him back in again.

Oh, yes….that’s so…..yes!” she moaned.

Gripping his wrist, keeping his hand inside her now, she moved him back and forth, her pussy spread open around his wrist.

She moved him a little faster and a little faster. He felt her tense and saw her whole body tighten and, with a few more quick thrusts, she gave a high groan and pulled him from her completely and her orgasm overtook her, the spasms of her slim body pushing streams of clear, thick fluid from the depths of her, covering her thighs and running down her tight ass cheeks onto her robe under her hips.

Her hands fell to her sides on the couch and he placed one palm over her pussy and rubbed her lightly as her thighs closed, trapping his hand against the wet flesh between them as her orgasm ran it’s course and she began to calm.

A few minutes later, he moved up onto the couch beside her and pulled her to him. She curled her body against his, her knees drawn up, her head on his chest. He ran his fingers through her long hair and bent to kiss her.

“Was that okay?” he asked quietly. “I mean, I know it was okay but…. I didn’t hurt you?”

She took a breath.

“Oh, yes it hurt at first, but once you got inside me….well, we both know it’s a fine line between pleasure and pain. No, I liked it. But you could tell that.” She laughed lightly.

He kissed her again, pulling her tighter and she snuggled closer to him.

“What about you?” she asked. “What did you think about that?”

“Oh, yes.” He answered. “I love to give you pleasure in any way I can, you already know that. As for the pain….well, you know I will give you anything you want.”

They cuddled there together for quite a while, him stroking her hair and her rubbing his leg.

Finally, she stirred.

“You didn’t…”

He laughed.

“No, I didn’t but…”

She slowly disentangled her body from his and stood.

“Let’s go to bed.” She said taking him by the hand and laughed. “Baby, you can’t fuck me tonight. I’m too tender and sore.”

She led him to the bedroom.

“But I can take care of you some other way….”

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