A Fisting First

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A Fisting First

We're at a swinging club, in one of the couples rooms. It's dimly lit and filled with an enormous bed, that could easily accommodate twenty people. Mr S. and I get naked together, kissing and caressing each other. A couple approach us and I offer Mr S. to her, she eagerly excepts, taking him immediately into her mouth.

Myself and her partner lie back and drink in the display before us. After she's had her fill, she turns her attentions to me, snaking nymph like between my legs. She's a natural and I quickly climax hard, wearing the dirty smile only a woman can give me. I grasp her face firmly between my hands, raising her up to kiss me deep and greedily.

Forever the gentleman Mr S. inquires, "Don't you think you should return the favour now Mrs S?"

I smile back at him wickedly, "Mmmmmm, I think so!"

She is demure looking, almost innocent, but the lustful look within her eyes betrays this misleading façade. Beneath lays a hot horny minx. And watching her get comfortable, I wonder what pleasures are mine, as this gorgeous blonde beauty lays herself open in front of me, legs spread wide.

Mr S. has already warmed her up nicely, taking time to lick and caress her, whilst she was busy between my legs. Still, I begin gently, flicking my tongue over her pussy lips, very lightly, gauging her response. I slip a finger slowly inside her, gliding the remainder over her wet, silky smooth lips. They tantalize me, glistening sweetly, begging me to eat them up, to consume her entirety.

A second finger now, sliding beautifully within her. A lift of the hips encourages me to delve deeper, as she grasps her partner's hard cock and begins to suck him lavishly.

I feel a large hand glide between my legs, familiar fingers, precise, expert, without turning around I know it's Mr S, no-one can play me as exquisitely as he.

The four of us giving and receiving in unison, our bodies forming a long and beautiful, sexual chain. A pornographic display for a room full of eager voyeurs. All my senses are over run, I think I've finally found my paradise.

Three fingers now, but still room to manoeuvre, as she accommodates me obligingly. I continue licking and sucking her clitoris, the luxurious sensation of her flesh in my mouth is almost overwhelming, addictive. Her moans deepen and a single involuntary gasp lets me know I've hit the spot.

Four fingers now, I'm pushing my luck, I have a goal insight. Her husband watches with fascination, mesmerised as I slip my thumb in to join the others. She's lost now, revelling in a world without thought, a world filled only with reaction and bodily joy.

Using short, swift, but gentle rhythmical movements, I gradually ease my hand inside her, until my fist is completely engulfed up to the wrist. Here I rest, allowing her to stretch, become accustomed to the feeling of full. Her husband smiles at me, completely in ore of the spectacle before him, he leans over his wife, kissing her passionately.

Encouraged by her continued moans of satisfaction, I begin my fist fucking in earnest. I let her lead the way, knowing that each tiny movement is intensified one hundred fold for her. Her rhythm gains memento as she rides my hand in complete disregard for anything other than her increasing pleasure. Finally she lets out a fierce, almost tribal scream and I feel the waves of her climax as they grip and release my soaking hand.

I think this is one of the most erotic experience of my life. I feel powerful, dominant and in control, which is a new experience for me. Have I just experienced a 'switch?' Whatever it is I think I may finally be emerging from my restrictive shell. I remain still as she lays panting, returning from her erotic journey.

"That's not just two fingers is it?" she manages to ask through ragged breath.

"Erm no." I grin.

"Feel here." I take her hand, placing it around my wrist.

Sensing her change of mood I ask, "Do you want me to take it out?"

"Mmmm...slowly!"

With the greatest of care, as if handling the most delicate of butterflies, I begin to gradually remove my hand. Turning to her husband I gesture to him to help lick her dripping juices from my hand. Eagerly he obliges, completely overcome by the sexiness of the moment.

I love to be fisted, unfortunately Mr S has HUGE hands and on the rare occasions that we've been successful, the aftermath has not been worth the ecstasy (think post birth!) So we don't do it any more. Shame, I guess I'll have to wait until I meet a girl like me......................