Not another Intriguess Thread

Molly

A small part of her was glad that time was not flying as the afternoon seemed to stretch out in front of her, sure they'd wiled away a couple of hours but they still had plenty of time til dinner, not that she was remotely hungry after the luxurious lunch. Right now she was feeling like a bowl of jell-o. She smiled up at him, murmured a thank you and arched her back slightly as he worked his way down her body. It felt almost sinful, as she glanced at her dark nipples extremely engorged and tender, which undoubtedly mirrored her swollen rosy slick pussy lips.
 
Rick

"Molly, your nipples are beautiful," I said softly as my oiled hands began rubbing both at the same time. I felt them harden under my touch, your breats now glistening with the oil. I continued working my way lower, knowing in my mind where my hand would end up. Knowing, you would again enjoy the feel.

I worked a hand between your legs. At first you playing coy, but eventually spreadin your legs, letting my hand move lower.
 
Molly

She moaned a little as needed, her eyes half open to watch him, it was sort of hazy like a dreamy state of pleasure and relaxation. It was really nice, not to have to worry about what he wanted, or the future or any of that crap.

It was simple, and she didn't even know how much she missed simplicity.
 
Rick

My hand continued working between your legs. The other hand ruubing more oil over your stomach and sides.

My finger began probing, opening your pussy, feeling its dampness, urging me on. Gliding my finger along the length of your lips, teasing you clit, playing, enjoying the feel I was giving to you.
 
Molly

"This reminds me of an old saying that even a pinky will do...." she trailed off moaning hips moving wanting it. She'd once had a boyfriend who was smaller than average, probably the only guy she had loved sucking on, but in the end his insecurities ended it.
 
Rick

Hearing you say........"This reminds me of an old saying that even a pinky will do...." I slide two fingers deep inside your already wet pussy, my ohter hand still rubbing oil on your breasts and nipples. I watched your legs spread almost involuntarily.
 
Molly

"But more is so much better," she moaned legs moving to give him more room to play with her body. He was more perceptive than she originally gave him credit for.
 
Rick

As I poured more oil and slid a third finger in, leaning down, kissing your nipple before whispering "There could be even more"
 
Molly

She wasn't sure what he would think of her but her mouth was open and she was speaking, "Women have slender wrists." Molly moaned again, not sure exactly how he would take it even as she recalled for a moment what fisting and being fisted was like.
 
Rick

Still sitting on the edge, my three fingers slowly sliding in and out of you. I took your leg and moved it so I was sitting between your legs, gaining a wonderful view of your perfect pussy begin fingered by me.

"I wasn't really thinking of a ladies wrist, but uh, well............."

Slowly pulling my fingers out, cupping my hand and sliding all 5 back in, up to my knuckles. Turning it slowly as I wastch your pussy expanding.
 
Molly

She groaned as he got the meaning, and she felt herself being filled by his fingers. She wondered just how experienced he was even as she enjoyed the fruits of that knowledge. It was a beautiful sight to see his hand sliding inside her.

She would find out soon enough how well tutored he was in fisting.
 
Closing my hand slightly, pulling it just slightly out. Staring into your eyes and slowly, ever slowly slowly, I begin sliding my hand in, wondering just how much you could accomodate.

Your eyes turned lustful, your need so very evident. I pull my hand back faster than when I pushed in. Reaching with my other hand I rub your clit, as my hand cups and pushes deeper, a little more forcefully.
 
Molly

This was one time when she did not care about how he had acquired the experience. On occasion she did prefer a partner that was trainable, then again he had proved he was capable of listening to her voiced suggestions and her unvoiced desires. She found herself enjoying his company as a sexual companion a lot. Molly hoped he would prove to be as suitable a companion outside of his palatial home.

She moved occasionally offering a better angle or to better feel the sensation of his hand inside her. Fisting was a rather forceful and profound pleasure, and she enjoyed his explorative way, rather than ramming it in.

She found herself muttering, "Oh yes," when he was doing really good.
 
Rick

Your body moved with me yet at times moved to encourage me to try something else. I never really understood the attraction of fisting, but who was I to deny pleasure to you.

I began sliding in and out faster. I knew a slow pace was only adequate for so long. Your pussy juices began to coat my hand wrist and slightly above. I could tell, you were ready for heavier, rougher action. I smiled down at you, watching my wrist enter, your eyes closing, your body squirming and moaning out to me.
 
Molly

It didn't take long before she was soaking wet, usually fisting was one of the last things down, unless the man had a monstrous cock, or the woman had slender wrists and larger toys in mind. Molly rarely found a male partner with the temperament and incentive for a good fistal experience, though she had fisted her partners on more than one occasion. Feeling it done first hand, so to speak was exhilerating as she moved her hips and urged him to be rougher.
 
Rick

Your movements continued to urged me on to be rougher. I began shoving my fist in and out, your pussy expanding when necessary. I was totally amazed that it could expand that much. I wondered how you would ever be satisifed with just the size of a cock anymore.

I had to hold your body, my fist ramming in moving it with every thrust. I remember seeing this in a porno once, it was two guys. I thought it was rough as hell, but now, here I was being just as rough with someone as beautiful, as soft and gentle as you.

My mind might have been gentle, but my body was not, My thrusting fist going deeper and harder, rougher with each push.
 
Molly

She was glad that her body would recover and that she regularly did keigel exercises, she found herself not only pushing against him but moaning, "Deeper," grunting and groaning, "Harder, reach deeper." She was lucky her cunt was juicy as the copious amount of juices made lube unnecessary. Her hips bouncing off the bed loving the feel and knew he was enjyoing the view.
 
Rick

You seemed to want more, you seemed to be most turned on. I watched as I oushed in deeper, my wrist completely disappearing as well as few inches more of my arm. Your legs splayed, your pussy opening for whatever I would give it.
 
Molly

Her orgasm rocked her body, her pussy gushing, and she knew her body would keep it up as long as he played or this might be a good time to slow down and think about cleaning up for dinner.
 
Rick

My fisting bringning you to orgasm. you looked so sexy laying there, your body rocking and squirming, so enjoying your orgasm. It seemed to go on and on. My hand now being coated with your juices, it slid in and out more easily.

I wasn't sure if you wanted me to continue or stop, but then I looked down and saw your juices on my glistening hand. I had to pull out. I bent over and began lapping away at your juices, loving the taste. I couldn't get enough, your pussy still wide open, allowing my tongue to lick in deep, licking away your juice.
 
Molly

Her entire body was as limp as a cooked noodle. She was blissfully peaceful, and saying thank you seemed not the right expression of gratitude. She found herself wanting more days and nights spent with him and only hoped his company was as good as his sexual abilities. She lay there spent as he liked her swollen cunt and she muttered, "There is no such thing as too big," she muttered huskily smiling down at him.
 
Rick

I was enjoying your pussy as it laid open before me. hearing soft moans as your orgasm subsided.

Hearing you say "There is no such thing as too big," I looked up into your eyes, gently carresssing, feeling somewhat inadequate at the moment.
 
Molly

I held up my pinky and winked, "Or too small," I whispered huskily. It felt great to be stretched and filled, and at the same time the lightest teasing caresses of her clit left her quivering and wanting more. It was the full range of possibilities that excited her, and of course made it all worth while. That it was never the same, and when it did become routine that's when she lost interest.
 
I smiled back at you as you waved your pinky at me. My hand gently caressing your body as you recovered from your orgasm.

"I really feel a need to cum again Molly, would you care to help or like to watch?" My other hand rubbing my cock through my shorts.
 
Molly

"My arms feel like molten lead, I would help but doubt I could move at the necessary pace." She licked her lips slowly and continued, "plus I'd really like to watch how you touch yourself." She did feel like she couldn't move even if she wanted to, it was a glorious feeling. She liked the fact that he had given her the choice of watching or touching.
 
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