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Fisting Continues to be Amazing

Garnet and I were on their bed, and they were debating whether it made more sense to eat or have sex in the limited amount of time we had.

…if we’d decided on eating, there wouldn’t be a blog post about it.

While they were considering, they slid a hand under my shirt and began playing with my nipple.  It slowly became obvious which way this was going to go, and I was certainly not complaining about this decision.  They stroked my breasts and pinched my nipples, and soon I was whimpering and panting.  I leaned over and kissed them, and they pulled me closer and we were kissing and touching and the idea of breakfast had pretty much gone out the window.  I shifted position so I was straddling them, riding them, and I was so turned on and sensitive that everything felt all fizzy and amazing.  Their hands were on my tits, and my clit was grinding against them, and their tongue was slipping into my mouth.

I was so wound up that finally I let out a frustrated moan.  ”I’m so close to coming, but I can’t quite get there…I don’t think I will without vibration,” I sighed.  Garnet grinned and reached beside the bed for the Hitachi.  They flipped it on, and I pushed up against it, my breath was coming quicker and quicker.  ”Are you going to come for me?” they purred, and I nodded and somehow got out the words that I was.  Very quickly after that, I collapsed on top of them, shaking and whimpering as I came.  And came.  After what felt like a ridiculously long time (though it was probably only a little while) I panted that I was still coming.  Garnet laughed and petted me.  ”Good,” they said.

When I calmed down and rolled off of them, they looked at meconsideringly.  ”I’m trying to decide if I want your cunt or your tits in my face while I jerk off,” they said.  They decided I should sit on their face, and indicated how they wanted me positioned.  I quickly (though kind ofawkwardly) complied, and they began to lick at my puffy, sensitive bits.  I was so sensitive after coming that I could feel every little movement of their lips and tongue, as they licked and sucked and nibbled.  They alternated between suckingatmy clit and slipping their tongue inside me, and the sensation was so overwhelming that I could see and feel my belly fluttering.  I was having trouble staying upright, and braced my hands against the wall so I wouldn’t fall on top of them.  They repositioned me a bit and pulled the Hitachi away from their own bits to press it back against me, pushing it against the spot that usually makes me squirt.  I tried a few times to give in to the feeling and bear down, but when I did I just sort of collapsed.  Garnet laughed “Don’t you want to squirt on my tits?”

“I’m trying, Sir, but my body isn’t cooperating.”  I think I might have pouted.  We agreed to try again another time.

They decided they wanted penetration, and asked if I’d rather use my fingers or their favorite dildo.  I chose fingers (though with the dildo nearby just in case) and knelt between their legs.  They werewonderfully, deliciously wet, and I easily slid two fingers inside them, pressing up to feel for just the right spot.  They asked me to try adding another finger, and when I did theysaidthey could probably take my pinky, too.  I worked my fingers inside them, hard and fast the way they like, and watched their yummy reactions.  I really, really love watching/hearing their responses when something feels good.  And I could feel their bits contracting, tight around my fingers as they cried out for me to fuck them, to keep going, just like that.

They calmed a bit, then after a pause said that they could probably take my whole fist.  I asked if they wanted to try, and when they saidyes Ifolded my thumb into the palm of my hand.  After some sliding and twisting, my hand slipped inside them.  My whole hand was surrounded by their hot, wet bits.  I’vefistedthem once before, but it was very brief, and this time they were able to go longer.  I could feel inside them sowell, I could run my thumb along the edge of their cervix, and even just twisting my hand a little caused their eyes to roll back in their head.  I couldn’t decide which was more exciting–feeling them or watching their reactions.

When they had had enough, I very slowly pulled my hand out, adding additional lube.  We were both kind of giddy about the whole thing, laughing and talking excitedly about what it had felt like,themtaking my fist for the second time ever.

I hope we get to try it again soon…

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