Fist (5)

Posted by Drew_Heller on Sun 5 Sep 10, 9:48 PM to Drew_Heller's blog.

I want to fist you; I want you to feel my fingers, my knuckles on your flesh, inside your cunt and in your arse. I want you to feel my knuckles roll within your cunt and I want you to feel my fingers stretch out within you.

There's something about it, something more than just sex and violence when it comes to my fist. I suppose it's just the sheer number of things that I can do to you with it – punch your face, your stomach, press down on your body to hold you in position. But it's pushing my fist inside you that really does it for me.

I love it when I hold you down by your neck, one hand wrapped around your throat with your hands grasping at my wrist as the fingers of my other hand start to slide in and out of your cunt. Just two fingers at first – testing the waters, seeing how wet you are and how wet I need to make you. But I know you – you're a fucking whore, you're so fucking wet right now this is going to be fantastic. I hear you groan and wheeze as the third and fourth fingers press inside your cunt. My hand is almost cupped, just using the fingers only to press in and out of your stretching cunt. But I want more. I know you want more…

I release my other hand – I smile as I watch the redness of your face reduce and the blood rush around you. Instantly I press my hand into your cunt up to the knuckles – you groan so loudly at this and look at me with such lust. I find the lube and squeeze it liberally over your pussy lips and my fingers. Hmmm the feeling of lube and cunt on my fingers is divine. Your moaning intensifies as I start to rotate my hand within you – stretching and stimulating all the nerves around your pubic bone. You raise yourself and press your cunt into my hand, I can't help but smile at you – our eyes lock and I know you want this hand – and more – inside you.

My hand begins to move in and out, I can feel my bicep working as I begin to push past the knuckles and withdraw. My thumb begins to rub against your clit and I see the legs start to quiver and the hips buck as you get more and more turned on. I can't help myself but I begin to fist you harder and harder – you match my intensity by progressing from groaning to almost howling out in ecstasy at what is being done to you.

This is what fisting does to me. I can't simply do a little bit – it has to grow, to progress, and to intensify each time. I don't want you to fully enjoy it; I want you hanging off the bed in a mixture of pure pleasure and pain. I want you to be sore at the end, to pull away from me when I try to fuck you or touch you – that gives me the fun of forcing myself on you, taking you as mine even more.

You feel the tips of my fingers fold in while they push in and out of your cunt – my hand is more like a hook now and you feel the thickness within you grow. My thrust gets harder and harder – I want you to feel it every fucking time. You look up at me, wanting to know just what else I can do – my other hand slaps you hard across the face. There's your fucking answer you bitch.

The pushing becomes harder, I don't bother playing with your clit now, I'm focused solely on the inside of your cunt. My thumb folds in between my fingers and you feel me start to press into you harder – yes you know what I want to do – I want my whole fucking hand inside you. Slowly, my hand presses in harder, more lube is applied – I hear the moaning mix now with hisses of pain, ah yes I'm stretching you to your limit, or at least what you think is the limit… But perseverance is on my side and I press my whole fist in, I growl in satisfaction and you gasp out in shock and pleasure. So what now? You soon have your answer as you feel my fingers spread within you – it's almost like I'm clawing your insides as you feel the tips of my fingers pulse in and out within your cunt, pressing on the cunt lining. I see you gripping the bed sheets, your knuckles white. Why bother with all the fucking straps and rope when you can do something like this and they do the hard work for you. My other hand is bored though and needs something to do…

I can't help but smile as you begin to adjust to the feeling within you, not realising that I have more in store. You watch me pick up the lube and squeeze it so it dribbles down to your sphincter. The look on your face is fucking priceless – you know where the other hand is going don't you…

My other hand begins to press into the arsehole, just a finger at first, but I'm a greedy bastard and I want as much in you as possible… Two fingers begin to fuck your arsehole; I start to get a rhythm going between the fist in your cunt and the fingers in your arse: stretch-fuck, stretch-fuck, stretch-fuck. All you can do in moan this deep savage guttural moan, coming from within you – almost as if my fingers and fist are pushing it up from within.

Three fingers in your arsehole – fuck you're so tight. It's pure pleasure on my part to be manipulating your body in this way. The hand in your cunt turns into that claw shape again and starts to push backwards and forwards, harder and harder, I rotate the wrist and you almost jump off the bed with the sensation of having my whole fist roll within your cunt. My fingers in your arse are pressing against the lining between the cunt and arse, so I can feel my hand rolling within you. The claw becomes the fist, time for you to really feel the pleasure and pain. The fingers in your arse get into that rhythm again with the fist and they start to push in and out. Slowly and gently at first, but I want to get faster – I want more and more and more

I start to punch within you. The thought of punching inside you is so savage that it's like ascending to a new level of depravity with you as my willing portal. You feel the fist want to come out and all you can do now is take these short gasping moans as you feel your cunt stretch to its limit and back again – each time I punch back into you, almost totally withdrawing but you're not there yet. I'm equally as aggressive with your arse – I now want a fourth finger in there and I'm jabbing at your arsehole, almost trying to tear your whole body apart.

I slowly extract my hand from your cunt, it's wet and glistening with your cunt juices and blood from your lining – I know I'm bruising and probably tearing you inside but I don't care. You look at me, so wanton, so desperate so fucking savage. You want me to punch your cunt don't you? I raise my fist so you can see it and your eyes sparkle with anticipation. All you can say is, “please”.

I put my fingers into the claw position and punch into your cunt – you cry out in pain, but I know it's what you want. Now it's time to be relentless – no rest from the pleasure of your cunt and anal fisting. When I'm not fisting your cunt, I'm stretching your arse by pushing my fingers in as far as possible, when the fingers withdraw from your arse; I'm punching your cunt

The moaning has stopped, all you can focus on is breathing - your eyes are fluttering so I know you're close to orgasm. It's simply relentless, almost like all you can now do is focus on staying alive. It doesn't take long for your body to heave and shake as I feel your sphincter and your cunt muscles tighten around me. I merely use this as an opportunity for some furious fingering of your cunt and arse to ensure you're finished off.

You're done – broken, fucked within an inch of your life and destroyed. Your muscles relax enough to allow me to withdraw. My arms feel the burn from all the aggression and I start to ache, but there is one final thing to do.

I grab your hair with the hand that was in your arse and I pull your head up to look at me. You're eyes are half shut – fucked to exhaustion. I take the hand that was in your cunt and wipe it across your face. Your cunt juices, your cum and your blood streak across your beautiful face. I watch with absolute delight as I see you taste what was smeared across your lips. All you can do is smile at me with content.

The connection between us is so raw - I'm physically placing my body within yours to such an extreme that even normal sex cannot comprehend or match. This is the power of kink, s/m, whatever the fuck you may describe and define it as in it's most potent form – the sheer closeness and intimacy and the level of trust needed is beyond mere casual sex, beyond lust, beyond love even. Absolute bliss.

Replies

5 Sep 10, 9:57 PM
River_Deep
UK(M), 6 yrs

*Faint*

You have just written heaven for me.

It is not what you say or do but the way you say or do it
"Russian roulette is not the same without a gun and baby when its love, if it's not rough ,then it is not fun"

5 Sep 10, 10:35 PM
Qwoins_calamity
UK(S), 3 yrs