Just The Tip Fisting

Just the Tip: Fisting/A Letter To My Love

Recently, I published a story called Just The Tip. It is a simple story of a couple enjoying their sex life. I enjoyed sharing the story of this "anonymous" couple so much that I thought I'd continue to tell their story and share their sexual exploits with you by highlighting their sexual adventures, one kink at a time. I hope you enjoy it.

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Since Covid, I have found writing to be an outlet. At one time it was my sole means for expressing repressed desires and fantasies that I never really imagined I would actually do in real life. There was a time when the only people who I would share my writing with were the anonymous readers on the Literotica platform, but then I reconnected with you.

I mentioned my writing casually and you were immediately interested in reading my stories which initially created a dilemma for me. Did I really want to give you that level of intimate knowledge about me? My initial gut reaction was, "Hell no." But then I thought about the male characters I'd written. They were strong, but knew how and when to be vulnerable. They were supportive physically as well as emotionally. They were honest, even when honesty might cost them. They knew how to communicate effectively. They knew how to reciprocate. They also understood that protection and provision were deeper than money and they knew that the first space their woman needed to feel safe was in their presence. This was the kind of man I wanted in my life and I knew the only way I could ever hope to find this type of man was by allowing him to see me.

In a roundabout way, I guess you could say allowing you to read my stories was a test of sorts. While I was exposing parts of myself, I was also seeing what characteristics that level of exposure from me would reveal in you. Would you be judging, critical, ashamed, demeaning, or exploitative? I wouldn't know without testing the waters so I let you meet Shanda, Cassidy, Rory, Nova, and Merida just to name a few because they are all facets of me and to see and love me in full, is to know and accept all of them.

In meeting my characters, you were able to intuit that some of my writings are based on experience but most are fantasies. You peeled back my layers one by one and made it your mission to make as many of my fantasies into reality as I felt comfortable. I think my writing also made it possible for you to feel more comfortable sharing your kinks and fantasies with me. This degree of vulnerability has been integral in the evolution of us by opening up a level of acceptance and understanding that neither of us had heretofore experienced in our previous relationships.

I became fascinated with the idea of fisting through porn. But porn doesn't really do it justice in conveying the intensity of pleasure, the depth of intimacy, or the connection felt between lovers who are sharing an intimate and somewhat taboo sexual moment. You tried to fist me before when we visited New Orleans but we weren't prepared. As wet as I was, I couldn't scale the last hurtle of your knuckles without lube so instead of fisting me you fucked me into a squirting, screaming mess with my biggest dildo, that you affectionately named 'Mungo'.

My pussy was on fire, the stretch was so good but nothing beat having you watch me take that big cock inside me. I had cum in a fountain all down your arm, but it wasn't just the feeling that turned me on, it was the exposure. It was having you see me, watch me, coach me into taking even more than I believed I could. I was hooked from then on though I didn't say it. I knew I wouldn't be satisfied until I felt your fist inside me. I think unbeknownst to me, you felt the same. The next time, I vowed I wouldn't be unprepared.

It wasn't long before you tried again. It was my birthday and you started by licking my pussy. Oral sex was never something I was crazy about. Most men in my opinion seemed to do it to get a woman wet enough to fuck quickly. It always came off as a way to speed past real foreplay to get to the main event. But now you've convinced me otherwise. With you, pussy eating is an artform. You enjoy it. You take pride in it. And you execute with expert precision. You never make me feel like I need to rush to cum, so I am allowed to savor the experience, taking advantage of your talented tongue and sexy lips at my leisure.

You lick me languidly which is my personal favorite. I get to enjoy your tongue for its own sake without orgasm being the goal. I know it will come but I get to enjoy the unhurried pace of getting there. My first orgasm hits me. It's a mini, not super strong; it's the one that comes while you're still teasing and building me up but it's the one that makes me feral. It catapults me from "Oh, I don't mind if we have sex to damn I need to fuck." My movements attest to this as I begin fucking your mouth. I am greedy- cumming, then allowing you to kiss my thighs and labia, while giving indirect attention to my clit until I am ready to cum again.

Your lips are soft and persistent on my pussy. This is how oral sex should be. I am being devoured and I am loving every second of it. And just when I think it can't get any better, you insert a finger inside me. One isn't enough and barely registers against my wetness. The second slips inside but it's not until you press in the third that I know we're cooking with grease. You press against my g-spot and I spread my legs wider, increasing your access to me. You jump at the opportunity by inserting a fourth finger inside. You caress my thighs while your other hand digs me out. It's good until you try to push in with your thumb, there we hit a road block that even my copious wetness won't allow you to breach.

There is some discomfort. No, it hurts. I won't lie, but I push forward because I want this. I have dreamed of this. I tell you where to find the lube and you hand it to me. I squirt some directly at my entrance, messaging it into my skin. I reach the lube to you to saturate your hand in it. This time when you press back into me, it makes all the difference. There is no pain. My pussy feels more open with my inner walls more relaxed so now there is only the most exquisite fullness as your hand breaches my pubic bone. My inner walls burn with pleasure as if every nerve ending is standing at attention. I reach down, capturing your wrist in my hand, not to stop you but to confirm that your entire hand has found a home in my pussy.

Then you start to move, nothing too strenuous at first, just a back and forth motion but not to the point where you remove your hand from inside me. God, it feels good. I feel like I'm almost delirious with the sensations coming from my stretched out cunt. You remove your hand and in an instant I am empty and bereft. My inner muscles contract, grasping as nothing. They burn with longing to be filled again. My legs are splayed and my hips gyrate sinuously as if to beckon you back inside. Your eyes are on me, watching the obscene display intently. You whisper words almost unintelligible but I manage to make out "sexy and big sweet pussy." All I know is that I need you back inside me and if necessary I will beg for it. I reach for you, pulling you down to kiss me. I am hungry, needy, and aching. "Please fist me baby. I need it," I whisper between deep wet kisses and generous saliva swapping.

You oblige me, pressing your compressed fingers back inside me. You go in easier but it is still a tight fit. I sit up this time because not only do I need to feel this pleasure but I need to see the visual of my pussy taking your massive paw. The actual image is arguably one of the hottest things I've ever seen. I grab my phone, setting up the camera so I can watch this later. You simultaneously fist me while you record this for our viewing pleasure later. I'm in the zone now as I grab your wrist and I fuck myself on your hand. My pussy is on fire but the burn feels so good. There is an ache there that builds with every flex of my hips as I work your hand deeper into the depths of my aching puss.

You start to meet my thrusts with your own. I feel you ball your hand into a fist now, making the sensations inside me even more intense. I am stretched to the max and it is so unbelievably delicious. The only thing that exists now is your fist, punching inside my pussy. I raise up on my feet, legs open wide creating the position and leverage I need to increase the impact of your pussy punches.

I have abandoned myself to this feeling. All that can be heard is the quelching wetness of my stretched out cunt and our comingled sounds of pleasure as you fuck my hungry pussy. Finally I am there. I am cumming but it's not like any orgasm I've ever had. I can feel the muscles of my pussy squeeze your hand but the pressure needs to be released and that can only happen when you remove your fist. When you do, my entire body seems to seize with tension before it breaks into spasms that bring about a torrential downpour of squirt with every muscle contraction.

Our interlude doesn't end there. Once I recover you pull me to the edge of the bed and press your cock into me. Initially I worry that I am too loose for you to enjoy but fisting, amazingly enough, doesn't create the hotdog in a hallway effect that most would think. If anything, my swollen inner walls cling to your dick even more and my inner nerve endings are even more sensitive to every movement you make inside me.

I don't think I'm good for another orgasm until you start talking. I will never not love how sexually vocal you are in telling me what you need and in letting me know that you are with me. It's not just my pleasure or yours. It's ours. You whisper raggedly, telling me how sweet and good my big pussy is (I never thought I would feel like that was a compliment but it makes me hot) and how good it would be to have another man fucking my sweet, hungry pussy while you watch. You push my buttons and I push yours right back, asking you if you want to feel his cum in my pussy? I ask if you want to see him press his thick cock down my throat like a dirty slut? Or better yet would you like to bend over and take my cock up your tight ass while you eat another woman's pussy? Your hips go in overdrive. Your rhythm becomes spastic and I know you're about to fill me with cum. Only when I make you promise to let me taste her pussy on your lips do you cum in a bellowing orgasm that I'm sure the neighbor could hear.

We lay in bed basking in the afterglow. You always find sleep before I do, but I'm never too far behind. You have opened me: physically, emotionally, metaphorically. I am vulnerable and exposed yet I have never felt safer. I have never felt more beautiful or desired. I have never felt so seen or protected. I have never felt more loved. I think of Grayson, Adam, Gabriel, and Caleb; men I committed to paper before I ever truly knew you, before I committed myself to you, and I am in awe at how you came into my life like an answer to a prayer that I don't remember making. I won't over analyze it. I will simply accept this love and this life with gratitude. Thank you for seeing me. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for being my leading man.

XOXOXO_JWJ❤️