True Sex Stories: A Good Evening—Fisting

His hands slid between my legs, I felt his fingers slip between the lips of my cunt.  I exhaled, feeling my own wetness only because it connected with someone else.

I was bent over the same rack that MasterJames had me over, this time, completely naked.  I knew what was coming, the lube was sitting right next to me.  SirX was in front of me, kissing me, stroking my skin, whispering to me how proud he was of me, how beautiful I am.  I have talked about getting fisted for a long time.  A long time ago I decided that I wanted to experience this because I want to experience everything I can.  I've had problems with it but its hard to complain that your cunt is too tight.  Sir had promised this would happen tonight, so I was nervous and excited.

Sir moved behind me as I knelt on the bench.  He pulled me back and kissed me.  His lips were warm.  I drifted into the comfort of his mouth, allowing my body to lean back against him.  I closed my eyes- I didn't need to see.  He had me.  He moved me back over the rack and leaned over my body, he stroked my breasts and kissed my back.  He kept talking to me, telling me I was beautiful and sexy.  I moved with him, wanting him, craving him.

His hands slid between my legs, I felt his fingers slip between the lips of my cunt.  I exhaled, feeling my own wetness only because it connected with someone else.  He slid a few fingers back and forth over my clit.  Not searching for a target, just making waves.  I accepted the sensation, moaning gently.  When I felt a few fingers enter my vagina, he immediately pushed towards my gspot, his thumb still rubbing my clit.  He played with me, rubbing my sex between my clit and my gspot.  I moaned, raising my head and arching my back to acccept more of him.  The thought of others who may be watching made me hot.  The music was loud.  I opened my eyes briefly to see two women sitting in chairs to my right, watching intently.  I wondered how many were watching on the other side, but I didn't look.  My eyes connected with MasterJames who was sitting there also, he nodded to me.

Another finger pushed inside me.  I lowered my head down again, feeling filled.  He pulled it out and then used all of them to run over my labia and clit, back and forth and back and forth.  I moved my hips to meet his fingers, finding the sweet spot against his hands.  He rubbed me with intention and I knew he would let me come.  I knew he wanted it from me.  He rubbed back and forth, pressing and stroking until my body started to tremble.  His hand rested on my back and I heard him instruct me from behind me.  I was close, moving with him- oblivious to anything else but the thumping music in my head and the throbbing in my cunt.  He pushed his fingers back in side me, pushing on my gspot.  Rubbing, and licking it with his fingers, pushing…  my back arched hard and a feral moan or maybe it was a scream, escaped my soul.  I felt his lips on my back, kissing me as his fingers pulled out and rubbed my labia more gently now while I caught my breath.

I was hot and hungry now.  My moans were coming with each stroke and as he pushed his fingers back inside me.  This time it felt tighter.  Much tighter.  I felt the burn of my vagina stretching and I tried to breathe.

Exhale  Exhale  Exhale

with each stroke inside me I exhaled as if to take him inside me.  When he pushed, I felt my body being opened, but then stopping.  It was too tight, painful.  Moans became screams.  Painful pleasure, but painful.  His fingers would pull out of me, starting back with less fingers and working back to more.  More.

Oh fuck- yes more.

Until it I knew that I was not opening for him.  I didn't felt as if I was being torn.  Not stretched.  I kept breathing, counting, focusing on the beats of the music or the thrusts of his fingers.  Yes, yes, yes…. ohhh god… no.  Until I screamed again, my lowered my head, pounded my fist on the table.  I wanted to cry.  I wanted this.  I wanted to please him.  I wanted to get past this.  Was it my body, or my fear?  Was I really unfistable?  I tried to get out of my head and feel body now.  I tried to will my body to open.  The pushing, when held steady would burn into this amazing sensation of being stretched.  I was waiting for my body to give and open up, but it did not relent.  I could hear voices, I drowned them out.  I opened my eyes and remembered I was in a room filled with people.  I was dizzy.  My heart was pounding and I felt inside my body.

His fingers withdrew from me and I immediately felt empty of them.  I took deep breaths, trying to regain my senses.  My heart was pounding now.  My throat was dry.  Oh god… was I going to pass out?

I felt fingers again, filling me.  I breathed out hard, but as my vagina was filled farther this time, something in my body recognized a change.  This was NOT Sir.  I knew it.  I immediately reached my hand behind me to reach for the hand of whomever was in my cunt.  My heart raced.

"It's ok baby," SirX was there at my side, "MasterJames has a bit smaller hands."

I shook my head.  I was feeling faint.  I needed to stop.  I needed to breathe.  I needed water.  I turned to see MasterJames behind me.  He had withdrawn is gloved fingers and I looked at the lubricated glove.  He asked if I was ok.  They both were at my side while I gasped to get words out, "I just need a moment."

Water was produced and Sir stroked my hair and kissed me, while Master James stroked my back.  I sipped the water and took long deep breaths.  I didn't want to break this spell, I curled into the arms of these men while my breathing went back to normal.  My cunt was wet and dripping down my leg.  I wanted more.  I handed my water to Sir and said I was ready.

Putting myself back over the rack.  Sir knelt in front of me, held my hands like he had done earlier.  "I'm so proud of you."  He showed me how far he had gotten his hands in, which was just up to his knuckles, which is the widest part.  "You're so beautiful," he said, "I'm so proud of you baby.  He kissed me, I desperately kissed back as I felt MasterJames' fingers on my body again.  His fingers slid over my wet cunt, pushing inside me.  Another finger, and another.  I wrapped my arms around Sir's waist and buried my head in his side.  His hands braced on my back so he was holding me down.  My cunt throbbed with a new excitement.  I was being steadied by my Sir for the fist of another.  I moaned as I felt my cunt being stretched again.  I could tell he was farther.  My body felt so open, so deliciously violated.  A burn had formed in my chest and was trickling down my back.  I felt something move through me and I screamed with the searing pain.  I grabbed on tight to Sir.  He held me tighter.  MasterJames pushed farther.  I wasn't sure if I wanted to cry or orgasm, perhaps both.

I was on the edge of both- had he pressed downwards towards my gspot I would have come screaming with agony and ecstasy.  It felt like it lasted just a few minutes of thrusting on that edge.  Long enough that I had melted into the sensation and became it.  Holding on to my Sir, I felt only sex.  Hot, tearing, delicious, painful, thobbing, raw sex.  I screamed one more time, pushing against him feeling so filled and wanton.  Taken.

When it was over, MasterJames showed me how far he had gotten his fist in.  Past the knuckles, but not quite to the wrist.  I begged to differ!  I sat down on the rack and he kissed me.  Then Sir did.  He sat next to me on the bench and held me while I continued taking my deep breaths.  Certain that I had taken these men in so deep.  I was certain that I did my best and used every method coping, breathing and processing technique I could think of.

Certain that nothing could possibly feel more intense than what I had just gone through.  Certain that this beautiful experience was something I would never forget, but cannot wait to do again.

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