Her First Fisting Read Free Page A

He studied her face, looking for something written on it, but she wasn’t sure what.
    “You’re okay with this?” 
    She nodded, now more turned on than nervous. Still, she couldn’t believe she was letting him, basically a stranger, do something so intimate with her. Maybe she was being stupid to trust him, but she felt such chemistry between them that she didn’t care.
    He slid his lone finger into her, slowly, and all it did was make her want more right now. She wriggled her hips around to give him a hint.
    “Take it easy. I’ve gotta stretch you out a little bit at a time. Don’t want to hurt you.” 
    She liked that he cared about her comfort. He’d obviously done this before, so hopefully he knew how to handle her.
    Another finger made its way inside her. Jarod wriggled them both around in all directions, stroking her walls, widening her for the rest of him. This felt great, but she still wanted more.
    She dropped her hand to her clit and rubbed it gently. The wetness down there surprised her. Was that the lube or her own juices?
    “Oh, man.” Jarod plunged a third finger into her. “Watching you do that…wow. What a turn-on.” 
    She looked up at him. “You sure seemed to like watching me yesterday.”
    He nodded, curled his fingers back, then massaged her sensitive skin until a deeply intense pleasure took her over.
    “When I came in and saw you, and you looked in my eyes like that, I thought I was going to come in my pants.” 
    His confession bolstered her confidence. She’d been so humiliated when he discovered her masturbating, but now she knew there was nothing to worry about.
    In went the fourth finger, and she was feeling some serious pressure now, but no pain. It was oddly satisfying to be filled like this. Could it really get even better?
    “Okay, we’re doing fine. You ready for the whole thing?” 
    She doubted she could fit him all the way inside her; she was already stretched quite wide. But she gave her approval, then shut her eyes and waited.
    Jarod made his hand flat, then squished his fingers together tightly. When she felt the wideness of his hand start to enter her, she gripped the sheets tightly and braced herself.
    “Tell me if it hurts too much.”  
    He pushed himself in up to the second knuckle, then waited for a minute so she could get used to the feeling.
    A dull ache spread through her, but it was far from agonizing or even unpleasant. She continued using her own fingers to play with her clit, and this made the slight pain feel surprisingly good.
    “More,” she demanded. Then she looked him in the eyes so he’d see she was serious. She could take him now; she was sure of it. 
    He looked at her with surprise, and she wondered if he’d ever expected her to make it this far. She hoped her heavy breathing and occasional moans were a clue to him that she enjoyed this.
    His hand ventured in further, and with each extra inch of penetration, the pleasure she felt intensified until she thought she couldn’t possibly take anymore.
    “Oh, my god,” she muttered, her body paralyzed by ecstasy. 
    “I’m in all the way now,” he announced, giving her knee a squeeze with his free hand. “Think you can handle an actual fist?” 
    Wait, there was even more? Of course she wanted it. She wanted him as deep inside her as he could go.
    “Give it to me.” 
    His fingers curled down, then underneath his palm, and in that instant it felt like she had two hands buried inside her. Being filled up completely like this was so intensely gratifying, made her feel like a total vixen, a woman in every sense of the word. She closed her eyes and focused solely on this sensation, the exquisite mix of pleasure and pain, and felt nothing but gratitude for the man who gave her this gift.
    “Are you all right?” He spoke quietly, as if not wanting to interrupt her thoughts. “You’re not moving.” 
    “Because,” she said, her voice drenched with lust, “it feels that damn