Saturday, January 22, 2011

Delicious Irony - A Naughty Fisting Story

We were somewhere in the middle of our four hour fun session, and J (from The Best Sex of My Life) had just come for the second time. It was one of those wonderful moments of rest in between the moments of pleasure when you just get to relish the whole experience. We were both laying kind of diagonally on the bed, and J was gently stroking my inner thigh with his finger. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensation of his fingers, the sound of his breathing, the coolness of the air in the room.

I felt him move and reposition himself, but I didn't open my eyes. I assumed he was just trying to get comfortable, until I felt him nudge my legs apart and start licking around my clit very gently, almost imperceptibly, not touching it for a long while, just licking around it. I tried to be still, but I couldn't help but wiggle my hips a little bit....if I could just get that tongue a little bit to the left..... But he was paying attention (as always) and he didn't let me control the situation. 

As his tongue continued to tease me, he slipped a finger inside me and started moving it slowly in and out.  Then he added another, and another. Now he had my full attention. I didn't even notice that he had quit licking because I was focused 100% on the slow movement of his fingers sliding deeply in and out of me. The slow wiggling of my hips became rhythmic rocking as he pressed more of his hand inside me.

I was full, stretched, and delighted when I finally realized what he was doing. I couldn't remember if I had told him I liked to be fisted or if he came up with it all on his own.  It didn't matter at the moment, of course.  All that mattered was the cascade of sensations building with each stroke of his hand.

At one point, the fullness became pain, and I asked him to stop - not to pull back, but just to stop for a moment - so my body could catch up to my desire to pump and grind against his hand as hard as I could. In a few seconds, I could feel the stretching and the release.  I relaxed into it and said, "Ok," giving him the go ahead to continue.  I threw my head back as I felt  his thumb and final knuckle enter me.

Then he twisted his hand and started pumping it slowly in and out - very small movements augmented by my own rocking as I pressed against his fist, wanting more...wanting as much of him as I could get.

Then I felt something brushing and rubbing against that special spot inside me.  The first time got my attention and I called out.  Then it became regular and I started moving to reach for that feeling with each stroke. What was that?  A knuckle? The tip of his thumb? I tried to figure it out for about 10 seconds before the pleasure took over and I couldn't think about much else. I could hear myself moaning louder and louder as I could feel my release getting closer.

I felt completely controlled and dominated by him. I couldn't move except to grab onto the sheets with my hands and press against his fist with my hips.  It felt like he was demanding my surrender to him, and I couldn't resist even if I wanted to.

Then it started - the shaking that always precedes a good, hard orgasm for me.  I was ready to let it flow gently, but then J started licking my clit firmly and fast, perfectly coordinated with the motion of his hand.  As his hand pulled back, his tongue flicked my clit. Then his tongue would circle away, and his fist would dive inside me again, hitting the spot that drove me crazy.  There was no escape from it.  It was a constant alternation of forced pleasure from his fist and his tongue. I screamed and let it take over, thoroughly enjoying the pulsing sensation throughout my whole body. He didn't stop right away; he kept it going until he could tell the initial jolt had subsided, and then he slowly pulled his hand out of me, in spite of my moans of protest.

I expected another moment of rest, but he was having none of that.  He quickly climbed on top of me and thrust his hard cock (again?!) into me and started fucking me hard, which kept my orgasm going...and going....and going.....

He put his hand on my face (one of the very hot things J likes to do while fucking me.....mmmmm) and that's when I noticed how amazingly wet his whole hand was. I started licking and sucking my juices from his hand.  He smiled, and fucked me harder. As I was licking his fingers, I noticed I was licking his wedding ring at one point.

That's when it hit me! That amazing little ridge rubbing against my g-spot while he was fisting me and giving me so much pleasure was his wedding ring!

That, fellow Prowlers, is delicious irony.

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6 comments:

Master_Vyle said...

Very delicious, and yes I loved the irony and would have never though of that when writing a bit of fiction. Consider yourself lucky, the lady Vyle and Myself seem to have just enough little bones in the wrong places to achieve a full fisting, but anyway, almost is pretty hot for U/us.

-Master Vyle

Kat said...

Thanks, Master Vyle! I do consider myself very, very fortunate. I'm glad you enjoyed the story and the irony. Sometimes truth really is more remarkable than fiction, isn't it?

Marcus said...

oh Kat, I didn't know you were into fisting. I like you more and more each time.

I'm so glad you linked back to this story, very hot!!

...and a good example of irony, why couldn't Alanis Morrisette use this in her song? Her other examples weren't very 'ironic'

A.S. said...

Simplesmente delicioso...

Beijos!
AL

Advizor54 said...

I've been more and more fascinated by the idea of fisting, to the point of considering hiring a professional to help me out. I love this story and love the image of you licking your juices off his wedding ring.

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