One Finger Inside: Just To Get Started

One finger inside just to get the party started.

“One finger inside,” he said.

“Slow please, very slowly,” I warned.

“Always slow, Vanessa. Always.”

I lay on my stomach, a pillow under my hips. This had always been my favorite position for anal stimulation. Thom ran his finger up and down between my buttocks, spreading the lube and just slightly pressing against my opening.

I almost came only from his touch.

Almost.

So he poured more cold lube between my buttocks and this time when he spread it, Thom pushed the tip of his finger inside me. I gasped and instinctively tightened my muscles.

“Relax.”

Thom kneaded my round cheeks, pulling them apart and thus stimulating one finger inside my asshole. A shiver ran through my body and involuntarily I sighed. So I pushed my cheeks up to meet Thom’s hands, inviting him to touch me again. The cold of the lube had disappeared and made way for the warmth of my expectant excitement.

So the tip of his one finger inside entered me again. Once more, I tightened my muscles, but not as firmly as earlier. Thom waited until I relaxed and then pushed in deeper. So he waited again before he pushed his finger in entirely.

My breathing was quick and shallow.

Thom slowly pulled back, then pushed in again. He finger-fucked me, and with his other hand, he squeezed the bottle of lube. I showed no reaction when the cold lube joined the warm sensations.

My muscles were relaxed enough for Thom to slip a second finger inside.

“That one other finger inside feels so good,”

Thom leaned forward and kissed me.

“It looks good too,” he said.

So he moved away, and keeping two one fingers inside me, positioned himself on his knees between my legs. He moved closer to push my legs further apart with his knees. The sight in front of him was beautiful: my asshole filled with his two fingers and my cunt glistening with my wetness.

“So from here it looks even better,” he said and simultaneously added a third finger.

“Ohhh be careful.”

“Always.”

“Have you added another one finger inside?”

“Yes.”

“Can you add another one?”

“Only if you relax your muscles more.”

So I fell quiet and surrendered to the sensations of Thom’s fingers. This time, I felt it when he added more lube. So I didn’t notice when he added a fourth one finger inside.

“I feel so full. I thought it would be hard to take one finger inside my ass, let alone three.”

“Four.”

“Four?”

“Yes.”

So I allowed the sensations of Thom’s one fingers inside to take hold of my body. I concentrated on his pushing in and out of me and tried to image what he saw.

Did he watch his finger moving in and out of my ass or did he look at my wet pussy, wanting to fuck it?

“Tell me what you see.”

“Your bottom. Your cunt.”

“No. Tell me what you see.”

“My fingers. Entering your body. Your body. Opening up for me. Inviting me in. Trusting me. Your cunt. You are so fucking wet…”

Thom stopped thrusting when I moved my legs a bit.

“Don’t stop,”

“Go gently,” Thom warned.

“I want this. Yes I want it. I want it. I want it.”

With each short sentence, I pushed back against his hand.

So Thom quickly added more lube. He was such a better lover than my ex-boyfriends. All he had to do now was to keep his hand still. I fucked myself with his fingers. So he folded his thumb inward to join his fingers and watched in amazement how almost all of his hand slipped inside me.

“Fuck. Fuck. ”

I swore on every thrust.

Thom allowed me to do all the work, but reached under me and found my clitoris. My silky wetness had spread everywhere.

“Oh, fuck yes. Yes!”

So suddenly, my body stiffened. My muscles clutched hard around his hand. I threw my head back and a mixture of moans and words left my mouth.

I breathed hard.

Panted.

Moaned.

So then my body went limp.

Thom carefully pulled his hand from me. I didn’t seem to notice. It took several minutes before I opened my eyes and found Thom’s.

“That was so. Fucking. Good!”

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