Chapter 7
Some time later, Donna emerged from the bathroom, smelling lovely, and gave me a hug. ‘I feel ready… you make me feel really sexy, like a real woman. I feel like trying new things and exploring.’
I smiled, then leaned forward and gently nibbled her neck, just above the collar bone. I could feel the shivers run through her. She sighed, ‘Let’s go upstairs.’
We both lay naked on the bed, stroking and caressing each other’s body. ‘I’ve given her a freshen up’, she said, stroking her mound. Sure enough, she had obviously used a razor in the bath to remove the five o’clock shadow and get her pussy completely smooth again. ‘I do like it like that… it feels so much more intimate.’
I couldn’t resist the temptation to taste her gorgeous pussy again. I was getting addicted to her juices! I shuffled down the bed and laid my head on her thighs, my tongue drifting over her slit, sliding in between her lips to open her up. She parted her thighs a little, allowing me better access. My saliva and her juices mixed, and she opened up to my probing tongue. Moving position, I worked two fingers into her pussy hole. ‘Mmm, that’s nice. But hang on a minute, we’re going to need some proper lube for this.’
She hopped off the bed and rummaged around in her bag, then produced the small pump bottle, still half full of white liquid. Put plenty on your fingers – and on me’, she instructed. I took the bottle and squirted out a generous amount. Smearing it over my fingers, I was amazed at how sensual and slippery it was. I put my hand between her legs and applied a good amount to her pussy, rubbing it all over her lips and took it inside on my fingers. She laid back and parted her legs wide, which I took as an invitation to go further.
‘Go on… see how many fingers you can get inside me!’, she urged.
I bunched three fingers together and, helped by the slippery lube, they easily disappeared right inside her. I worked them in and out and started to spread my fingers apart, to help open her up. ‘More!’ she said, clearly enjoying this. I tucked my little finger beside the others and pushed them inside. In they went, right to the knuckles, where my hand widened.
It seemed as though I had reached the limit of her pussy’s ability to open up, but I continued twisting and pushing. I turned my hand palm up and concentrated on massaging her G-spot with every thrust, but her opening was unrelenting, not allowing my knuckles to pass the circle of sinew. I withdrew my fingers and tried a different approach. I put the middle and index fingers of each hand into her hole, then started to pull them apart, stretching her out sideways, then downwards, stretching her pussy toward her anus. ‘Unngghhh’, was the unintelligible response. Then I slid in three fingers from each hand – six fingers in all – and continued the pulling and stretching. I could feel her pussy relaxing and giving way and pushed all the fingers in to the knuckle.
After one last stretch, I removed my fingers, then slathered a fresh quantity of lube all over my hand. With the four fingers forming an arrow shape and my thumb tucked underneath, I pushed them in, right up to the knuckles, but there was still resistance at her opening. ‘Go for it, you won’t hurt me!’ she panted, and shifted her hips slightly, to open her pelvis even more. I pushed harder… suddenly, my hand surged forward, the knuckles went through and – my entire hand was buried in her pussy!
I felt her ring of muscles clamp around my wrist and for a moment, panicked that I might not be able to get my hand back out again! Donna put her hand on my wrist, indicating to me to stop for a second, to allow her over-stretched pussy to accustom to the massive intruder. I was in wonder… I could move my fingers around inside her pussy, feeling the texture of her vaginal walls.
Rotating my hand and easing it back and forth with a slow pumping movement, caused her to gasp. ‘Ohhhhh’, she sighed, clearly enjoying this. I was delighting in exploring her insides and was able to locate the opening of her cervix with my middle finger, which I rubbed around the entrance to her innermost sanctum. I fleetingly wondered if it would be possible to get a finger right in there…
I started a more adventurous pumping action, withdrawing my hand to where the knuckles hit the tightness of her opening, then back into the depths again. I used my other hand to squirt more lube onto her pussy and my wrist and after a while, I was able to repeatedly pull my hand right out and push it back in again. I was moving my hand in and out like a piston, causing Donna to thrash about in ecstasy.
Then with my hand fully embedded inside her and her pussy clamped around my wrist, I very gently bent my fingers, feeling them push against her ribbed vaginal walls. They suddenly slipped past and my hand formed into a fist. I couldn’t believe it… my fist must be at least four inches across and nearly the same depth! Yet she was taking it – and clearly loving it!
I started a pumping action, pulling out as far as I could, then pushing forward, so my fist was gently punching her cervix. Donna was past making words. The noises which came from her mouth were strange and animal-like, from deep within her. I pumped faster and harder, her greedy cunt dominated by my arm, buried so deep inside her.
Suddenly, she went rigid and arched her back, lifting her hips clean off the bed. She stayed like that for some moments as her body spasmed and convulsed. I felt her muscles constrict round my wrist and honestly thought it was going to break. She slowly lowered herself back down and started to drift back to consciousness. I carefully straightened my fingers and then started to pull back, applying a reverse pressure on her entrance. Her muscles relaxed for a moment and my hand slid out.
I was amazed to see my fingers covered in a thick, white sticky cream. When I opened my fingers, it created webs between my digits. Never having seen anything like it before, I showed her, playing with it between my fingers. ‘That’s not just pussy juice’, I said, lifting fingers to my nose, taking in the erotic scent. Licking my fingers, I tasted her cum, pulled out from her very depths.
‘I’ve never, ever had an orgasm like that before’, she said, when she was finally able to speak again. ‘We’ve done more in the last few days than I have in years!’, she said, contentedly. ‘That goes for me too’, I added. ‘It’s been absolutely amazing.’
I was still feeling incredibly turned on by the experience of fisting Donna but had achieved no release myself. I really wanted to round things off, so slid over on top of her and eased my hard cock into her delicious pussy. I was fully expecting it to feel distended and over-stretched but was amazed at the way she gripped my cock. It had quickly recovered its normal shape and size and I was loving the sensations of my cock being embraced by her warm channel.
We didn’t just have sex – we made love, in the missionary position. And when I came inside her, it just felt wonderful as I held her face in my hands, us both looking deep into each other’s eyes.
In spite of the agreement with Laura about ‘telling her everything’, Donna and I both agreed that we really couldn’t. Somehow, we had crossed a line and had ventured into territory that Laura just wouldn’t comprehend. So we agreed that we would just tell her that we had a nice fuck, and leave it at that. ‘What the eye doesn’t see, the heart doesn’t grieve over’, as the saying goes.