“Accidentally?” Jay cocks a skeptical eyebrow.
“Boyfriend from a long time ago,” I explain. “He was fingering me and kept adding fingers until…whoops! I don’t know who was more surprised. Anyway, it frightened us both and kinda killed the mood. We didn’t know it was a ‘thing.’ We thought we did something wrong.”
“Let me fist you,” Jay says, “the right way.”
I’m feeling adventurous and horny, so I agree. Jay lubes up, completely coating his hand up to his wrist. His hand suddenly looks enormous. “Just two fingers for now,” Jay says. I’m surprised to find that I’m tense. Usually two fingers are no problem, but he has to work them in. I adjust the pillow behind my head. I can’t seem to get comfortable, my neck aches with tension.
“Have I ever hurt you?” Jay asks. I tell him no, of course not. “Relax and trust me then,” he replies, “this will really be okay.” I feel a third finger slide in, I start to breathe deep to relax. I stop fighting it, I try to let my mind drift. I start thinking about being tied up and fucked, pretending his fingers are a giant cock…I squirt a little– now I’m definitely relaxed.
Jay looks pleased. “Four,” he says. I feel my cunt expand with the added width. “That’s a lot,” I take a deep breath. He just nods, rhythmically working his hand back and forth. My pussy suddenly opens, it feels looser, warm and impossibly wet. “This is good,” I moan. Jay says when I come, my pussy will contract around his hand and it’ll sustain the orgasm. His hand will prevent my pussy from contracting all the way, so I’ll be thrown into a loop, where the orgasm can’t quite complete. I can’t wait.
“I’m going to put my thumb in like this,” Jay says, holding up his free hand to demonstrate. “When I push in a little, my hand is going to fold in on itself like this to make a fist. It’s going to be a lot of pressure, don’t fight it.” I feel his thumb join the rest of his hand inside me. I’m wide, nearly splitting apart as it is, I don’t know how he’s going to manage this. I try not to tense up, but before I can think about it any more, he says “Here we go.”
Jay’s hand folds inside me, it feels enormous. I feel unrelentingly full. He moves his hand slightly and slowly, watching my face. My head suddenly feels buzzy with the endorphin rush. Jay takes his time working his fist slowly in and out of me. I’m going crazy. “Fuck me,” I growl, “Oh God, just fuck me.”
Jay pulls his hand out to the widest part and thrusts it back inside me. I explode. I feel primal, I scream and buck. He rides along with me through each thrash. I sit up, I lay down, I grab the headboard, his hair. I want to escape it and I want to run with it, no fuck has ever been this intense. I start to orgasm.
The pressure is incredible, my pussy tries to expel his hand, but he won’t let it. I feel like I’m the ocean, rippling angrily at the shore. I peak, expecting the sensation to abate, but it won’t. I ride it, right there at the top, and when I think I’ve peaked, it goes higher. I feel myself clench around his hand, but he won’t pull it out. I can’t even open my eyes, I’m so lost and exhausted. I feel like I scream for hours.
Jay slowly pulls his hand all the way out, I open my eyes. “Wait for it,” he says mysteriously. My legs start to tremble violently, and then I come again, with nothing inside me. He hands me a glass of water, which I gulp down greedily. I lay back and another tiny earthquake erupts. I tremble and come again.