Rule of Thumb Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Rule of Thumb Pt. 01

... that wall, pushing against her bowels, literally rearranging her innards, Claire struggled to keep above the maelstrom of new and potent sensations the intrusion was provoking deep inside and all around her vagina. She couldn't tell the next day what part of her soreness was from the fisting and which from simply enduring an endless string of massive orgasms.

For the following month Claire entertained her more routine stable of sadistic Doms. As Jim had threatened, few of them actually fucked her in the cunt any more. They took her in the ass almost exclusively, except when she took two cocks at once. Given her mouth was unavailable as a hole for one of the cocks, only then would they fuck her cunt. Had her mouth been available, she felt confident none of them would have fucked her pussy at all. Unbeknown to her was that Jim and Mr. Lester had strongly suggested to her studs that they refrain from giving Claire vaginal sex. Not a complete cut off but a major tapering.

But also, as Jim predicted, she found herself missing cunt fucking less and less the more her pussy was fisted. The new, intense sensations were just too powerfully erotic. It was somehow nasty and unnatural but tremendously arousing to see arms sprouting from between her legs. Before, when she'd reached down to finger her clit while being fucked she'd always felt the normal smooth girth of a slippery dick ploughing her opening, terminating an inch or two at a pelvis. It kind of shattered her mind in the ...

... beginning; to reach down, and instead of feeling cock, she found herself touching the immense girth of a man's furry, muscled forearm, like a tree limb or baseball bat: wider than she could actually wrap her hand around. Not spongy flesh pumped with blood. But rather bone and muscle and sinew: the business end of three=foot battering rams. She couldn't stop herself from gripping those thick wrists tight with two hands and pulling them deeper, writhing. It felt almost gluttonous taking such girth between her legs, like she was riding them, reveling in the sensation of so much mass and power violating her obscenely stretched slit.

For the first week or so, the guys were gentle, always careful to lay her on her back, probing gently, slowly, lubing her up and inserting three fingers, then four, then the thumb and then the whole of their fists: the slight popping as it slipped past the tight opening into the wider canal. But once she'd been loosened up, both physically and psychologically, once she beganexpecting to be fisted,craving the intensity of it, they began fisting her in virtually every position they'd ever fucked her: on her knees doggy style. Bent over couches. Resting on her shoulders, legs in the air, split, an arm plunged down into her core like a pile driver. Tied to walls and doorways: fists reaching up, she squatting down - at first gingerly - then greedily, gravity helping to impale herself on dildos of flesh and bone. The men lay beneath her, faces wet with ...