Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... wouldn't work. She couldn't make them inhale. All the energy of her body had sagged, collapsed into her cunt; the diaphragm locked tight in contraction. She lay on the shiny couch, her body jerking ever so lightly as muscles already taut from contraction sought to squeeze out her orgasm ever more deeply. Until finally the clench broke. Like a drowning swimmer breaks the surface, exploding into the light, Claire took a deep ragged breath and went under again as the next wave of the orgasm surged over her, drowning her in pleasure so intense it flensed her mind of all thought. Claire's eyes fluttered at the edge of consciousness, her senses overwhelmed.

The next day Jim escorted Claire to the Lester's play party. To assure that nobody used her mouth, Jim inserted two 18-gauge needles in a crossing pattern through her bottom lip, the tip of her tongue (the "cross" occurring just underneath her tongue) and then out the top lip. Small corks capped the ends to keep them from sliding out.

On the following day, the last of his four days Lester had granted him to own her, Jim fisted Claire into oblivion. The sensation of his final complete entry had been so intense, Claire briefly lost consciousness. When she came to, Jim's fist was a tight pressure, deeper in her womb than she'd ever felt. No cock she'd ever taken compared to this erotic pressure. Her labia had stretched to accommodate his thick wrist and, while the girth was an intense sensation at her opening, it no longer ...

... felt that his every move threatened to tear her open. Pressure against her g-spot was constant; somehow, she didn't know: was it the bones of his wrist, or the corded muscle and sinews of the wrist flexor? but some kind of ridged protrusion kept sliding over the spongy sensitive nub of her spot with almost every movement of the buried fist.

Jim began slowly pulling out just far enough so the palm of his hand stretched her opening, then clenched his fist once more and shoved it deep to the very back of her fuck canal. Now that he was in, Claire was free of the primal fear that she might tear. She found she could relax around the hand delving inside her, welcome it. She actually started to crave the fullness it provided. She felt a solidness push aside her cervix, bending and compressing it, pushing it up into her womb. The vast network of nerve axons comprising her clitoris was being stimulated in ways she'd never felt before. As with any woman, Claire's clitoral bud was like an iceberg: itself maybe 10 percent of all those axons. The remaining 90% were diffuse; distributed and interconnected across tissues throughout her tight pelvic girdle. The fisting was triggering novel erotic responses from her labia and urethra, her anus and g-spot, her cervix and womb; even her colon. Cascades of erogenous synaptic impulses were triggered simultaneously in unique and powerful ways as Jim's fist finally collided with the soft yielding back wall of Claire's vagina. As he stretched even ...