Double Fisting? Yowza!

"Rm. 301. I left the door  ajar. I'm naked in bed (except for my sweater and socks), waiting for you."

That was the text I sent to JJ as I waited in the room for him.  I know what you're thinking.  Sweater and socks? Well, it was cold.  The socks were kicked off soon after JJ arrived, but the sweater stayed on the whole time. It was a cardigan. Sexy, huh?

JJ didn't seem to mind. He came over to the bed, climbed on, and started kissing me right away. I purred, my attention completely on him and his kiss. I was vaguely aware of him kicking off his shoes and removing some of his clothes, but he didn't stop kissing and as soon as one of his hands was free, he slid it between my legs.  That's one of the things I always loved about JJ - he had his priorities straight.

He fingered me for a minute or two and then he moved away. I whined a little at his pulling away from our kiss, until I felt his tongue replacing his finger on my clit. I spread my legs wider, relaxed, and closed my eyes. He usually made sure that I came first, but this was a special treat.

As he licked and sucked, he slid a finger inside me. Then another. I got more and more excited as he moved his fingers in and out, not knowing which pleasure to focus on - his fingers or his tongue. It was a lot going on at once, but it was nothing like what was to come.

He paused for a moment and spoke, without lifting his head.

"Who's pussy is this?" he asked.

My voice quivered as I said, "Yours."

"That's right," he replied as he dove back in and pressed another finger inside me.

Thirty seconds later I was bucking and screaming, coming hard. But he didn't stop.

He left my clit alone then, but kept moving his fingers in and out of me slowly. I moaned softly, letting my orgasm subside while enjoying the feel of his fingers moving, pumping, twisting....

Then he slid a fourth finger in.  I gasped. JJ's hands are not small, and I finally realized what he was doing.

"I've been wanting to do this," he said.

I can't even remember if I replied; I was totally focused on his hand moving inside me, stretching me, pleasuring me.

I squealed when twisted his hand and started working his thumb in.

"Slow.  Slow!" I groaned.

He stopped for a moment while I took a deep breath and relaxed.  I felt myself relax and open up to him more, and he started pressing forward again.  I started pumping against his hand faster. I desperately wanted to come again with his fist inside me.

Then I felt him slide a finger from the other hand into my ass. OMG!  I came right then, bucking against him, filled up. It was a rare kind of orgasm. The pleasure was punctuated, and even interrupted at times, by the pain from being stretched to my limit as he pressed his fist deep inside me and slid another finger into my ass.

For a moment, the pain caused me to panic a bit. Does he know what he's doing?  He's not tearing me, is he? Then the pleasure would take over again and I'd moan and sink into the fog until I felt stretched as far as I thought I could be and I squealed breathlessly, begging, "Please don't hurt me..."

His voice was calm and soothing. "I won't."  And I knew he wouldn't. I finally let myself let go completely.  I could feel my cunt tightening around his fist. I was dizzy. I was spent. But he wasn't finished.

As my shaking subsided, I expected him to pull his hand out of me. Instead, he slowly slid another finger into my ass. That's when it hit me. He's going to double fist me!


I'll admit that I've never been a fan of anal fisting, but I love double penetration, so I relaxed and decided to go with it.

JJ was slow, loving, careful - taking his time as he moved his hand in and out of my pussy, sometimes nearly pulling it out before pressing it all the way in again. His fist was deep inside me when he added a fourth finger to my ass. I screamed. He asked if I was ok.  I replied that I was ok, and that it was very, very intense.

Intense is the right word. Stretched, completely controlled by him, feeling confused by the sharpness of both the pleasure and the pain. Totally exposed to him. Vulnerable. When I started to feel overwhelmed by it, I felt him slow down, kiss my inner thigh, tell me how much he loved me, how beautiful my pussy was, how he wanted me to come again for him.

That third orgasm came almost without my consent, like it was being pulled out of me. I shuddered and heard a groan escape my mouth that came from deep down in that uncivilized, uncontrolled place. I didn't fight it. I let it come and roll over me in waves.

After, JJ started pulling his fingers out of my ass first. "Slowly!" I yelled. He slowed down.  When that hand was freed, he started slowly pulling his fist out of my pussy.  As he did, his hand stretched me a again, eliciting a final squeal, leaving me feeling completely open, both spaces gaping after he was done as if my body didn't want to accept that he was withdrawing his control.

I lay where he left me, not  moving.  He got up, finished getting undressed, and climbed back into bed with me, pulling me over to him. I curled up next to him and he wrapped his arms around me. I turned my face toward his and he kissed me.

The afternoon was just beginning.....