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On Display
by Larissa (larissa.uk132@gmail.com)
***
Two women put on an intimate fisting display at their
local BDSM club. (FF, exh, fist, rom)
***
I looked up, over Andrea's shoulder, to see a crowd of
people in the shadows, watching us. I swallowed
nervously, looked back to Andrea, standing between my
spread legs for reassurance, and she smiled, a
wonderful, loving smile that did much to settle my
nerves.
"Relax, baby," she crooned, as her lubed up fingers
started to slide up and down my wet slit. I sighed, the
itch inside me demanding to be soothed, rubbed, my hips
lifting almost involuntarily towards her. My feet
pushed down on the stirrups of the gynecological chair
I was strapped into, the spotlight resting on us. My
shaved pussy was on display for all to see, part of the
deal I'd made with Andrea: to be fisted, publicly, at
our next club outing to Rapture, and she'd move in with
me.
And since I loved Andrea, needed her in my life, there
was only one thing for it. So here I was... preparing
to be fisted in public for the first time ever. Oh, I'd
been fisted before, many a time, but still... I was
nervous. I whimpered, and Andrea smiled, cruelly,
almost. A smile that said I was in for a tease, and I
groaned inwardly, secretly loving it.
There was silence in the room, except for the
occasional crack of a single tail or whistleswipe of a
cane from nearby. I had no idea how many were watching,
except it seemed like everyone, including people I
didn't know. The word had gone out: "Mercedes is going
to be fisted!" And it seemed like everyone was excited
about it. Including me? Yes, although I denied it to
myself. I was wet from the sheer thought of what was to
come, wet from being tied down, wet from having my legs
tied open.
Andrea spread my pussy lips open. I shivered as the
cooler air in the club breezed over my now exposed
clit, and the air grew heavy with the scent of arousal,
of pussy. She flicked my clit, lightly, and I jumped,
biting my lip, not quite managing to suppress a groan
as a bolt of arousal shot through me. Andrea laughed.
"I guess she's horny alright!" she called out to the
silent watchers, and there was a low rumble of
laughter, not loud, just loud enough to be heard by us.
Keeping my lips spread with her other hand, her hand
held vertically; she pointed her fingers towards my
cunt, and started to push inside me. I shifted as she
did, giving her better access, longing for her hand to
be inside me, to be filled. There's a certain je ne se
quois about being filled there, once experienced,
you're constantly looking for it again.
Andrea paused, the first inch or so of her fingers
inside me, and wriggled her fingers. "You like, my
horny lil slut?" I moaned, nodding, not able to take my
eyes off my gorgeous lover. The fact that others were
watching was becoming increasingly irrelevant: all
there was in the world was my cunt and my lover, and
that itch. That need. She grinned up at me, and blew a
kiss to me, mouthing, "I love you." That was meant for
me, and me alone. My heart sang, and I relaxed,
trusting in her, letting go of my nervousness. She
began to push once more, her lubed fingers sliding
easily within me, feeling my pussy beginning to stretch
a little from its normal state as all four fingers
entered me.
I held her gaze as she pushed in further, her eyes
boring into mine. She twisted her hand a little, I
gasped, my muscles clamping down on her momentarily,
before she pushed inwards and upwards again. Her thumb
tucked into her palm, I knew from prior experience that
I was about to be stretched, a lot, and my head sank
back, my eyes closing, breathing out as my pussy
accepted the knuckles, the thumb pad, her fingers
curling over themselves inside me to form the fist,
until the entrance to my pussy closed over her wrist.
She stopped, and whispered, "I'm in, lover." And I
lifted my head to look at her, look between my legs, to
see that most intimate of connections, and I nodded,
unable to speak.
I couldn't believe it. No matter how many times she
fisted me, no matter how many times I saw it, both with
myself, with her, with other women, I still could never
believe it - that it was possible to get an entire hand
within a woman's pussy. I slid my hand between my legs,
needing to touch her wrist to make it real. Oh, but
damn, it was real, alright. I squeezed my muscles
around her, feeling the skin contract under my hand,
and I couldn't resist but move up to my clit to rub
that snug lil button, but Andrea batted my hand away.
"Uh-huh, that's for me! Greedy thing!" she exclaimed,
and there was another low rumble of laughter. I smiled,
blew a kiss back to her, then lay back, closing my
eyes, wanting to simply experience what was happening,
without visual input, wanting just to feel.
Andrea shifted, laying her spare hand on my tummy, just
above the pelvic bone, then twisted the hand that was
inside me. Her knuckles grazed over my g-spot, and I
moaned, my arousal rapidly increasing. She pulled out a
little, keeping her fist as a fist, and I stretched,
the stretching linked to muscle, to blood, to my clit,
to my body to... to... everything, and then her fist
thumped back into me. She pulled out again, further
this time, slowly increasing the distance each time, my
pussy stretching with each pull, till she was punch
fucking me, my head thrown back, enduring and riding
each crest, getting higher and higher.
Her other hand slid down a little to rub my clit,
momentarily, then disappeared completely, the hand
within me unfurling and sliding out a little, so her
fingers were held straight, no longer a fist. This was
new. I looked up at her, puzzled, and she whispered,
"Trust me."
I did, I really did. Her other hand, the fingers also
held straight, slid inside me, so her hands met, like
she was praying, and the fingers wrapped around each
other. Her knuckles were outside me, and I gasped,
intuiting her intention - to double fist me. I had
never been double-fisted before, and wasn't even sure
it was possible, but there was a determined look to
Andrea's face, and I knew she was determined to get
both her hands inside me.
I lay back, trying to relax, and not strain against
her. She began to push, my tissues resisting,
stretching, slowly, achingly, almost agonisingly
slowly. They gave way, little by little, her hands
sinking into me, until finally.. finally, her hands
were inside me. I couldn't believe it, I could not
believe it, and she looked up at me with a little grin
of triumph, of possession, as if to say, "You're mine
now."
And I was, I was, hers, soul, body, and all - with
these hands, I thee wed, I was the ring over her hands.
I felt my love for her soaring, expanding, enveloping
her. She bent to lap at my clit with her tongue, her
mouth on me, rasping her tongue over my clit, and I
pulled her head into my body with my hands, my fingers
curling in her hair, my pussy stretched beyond anything
I had felt before, my clit thumping and pulsing harder
and harder.
And then... then... she bit me! I threw my head back
and screamed, release coursing through my body, my cunt
pulsating around her hands, wave after wave of orgasm
shuddering through me. My hips lifted off the chair,
pulling Andrea with me, my come drenching her face, her
hands, her arms, and I thudded back onto the chair,
panting, befuddled by the intensity of my orgasm,
riding out the aftershocks of my wonderful, tremendous
orgasm.
Andrea lifted her head and smiled at me, intimately,
and kissed the top of my slit.
"I love you," she whispered.
"I love you too," I managed to croakily whisper back,
then felt her beginning to pull out of me. I pouted,
knowing it needed to happen, but always hating this
moment.
I usually closed my eyes at this point, hating for her
to see the sadness of my soul, how bereft I felt, but
this time.. I needed for her to see it. To see how much
I needed her, and she held my eyes, nodding, seeing my
love for her, my need for her, the ache that was
permanent in me now for her, the need for the intimacy.
As her hands left me completely, she bent and kissed my
aching, stretched pussy, then came around to hold me.
"Thank you, my love, thank you." And we just snuggled,
while the watchers drifted away.
END
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