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He quickly zipped up his pants and we changed places. I leaned back in the chair and spread my legs wide so that my skirt rode up to my waist. We each caught our breath as my steaming cunt came into view. It was absolutely soaked! I have a tendency to get really wet when I get turned on but even I was amazed at how juicy I was. Viscous fluid was bubbling up form the depths of my slit and dripping down my thighs. Pretty soon there was gonna be a puddle on the floor!
I looked at him intensely and growled, “What are you waiting for, a formal invitation? C’mon and finger my hole!” He quickly responded by probing my labia with an exploratory digit, sliding his fingertip along the edges of my furiously moist lips. I held my breath with pleasure as he stroked all around the opening to my pussy, waiting expectantly for him to push his finger into me. But he just kept caressing my cuntlips, and I suddenly realized that HE was now teasing ME! Well! Some nerve! I wouldn’t stand for this! Reaching out, I grabbed his hand in mine and pulled it towards me so that his finger shot into my hungry snatch. “OOOh!” I cried involuntarily as his rigid digit penetrated my wet fire. Gripping his wrist as tightly as I could, I pulled and pushed so that his finger slid in and out, fucking me feverishly. Now HE got to be MY sex toy!
I should tell you another thing about myself. When it comes to penetration, my philosophy is “Fuck me hard or don’t fucking bother!” So, with that in mind, I manipulated his finger so that it rammed into me with brutal, punishing strokes. I clenched my pussy muscles tight so that I could feel him rubbing against my wet walls, closed my eyes in ecstasy as I enjoyed the pleasures of this flesh dildo. Even though his finger wasn’t very thick it proved to be a remarkable source of pleasure. Pretty soon, though, I knew that I would need more.
I opened my eyes, stared at him, and pulled his finger out of my juicy slit. His hand was covered in my thick cunt juice and, just as I had predicted, there was a small pool of fluid on the floor just under my crotch.
“Didn’t you say you were going to put fingers, plural, into me?” I enquired saucily. He smiled and retorted, “How many do you want?” I breathed heavily, “How many you got?”
I guess he took this as a challenge because before you could say “fist fuck” he was shoving fingers up my wet hole. First he pushed in two, then three, then he had four fingers ramming in and out of my box. I thought I was going to pass out from pleasure. Next to hair pulling, dirty talk, and teasing, having my pussy stuffed to capacity is my absolute favorite thing. I leaned back as far as I could in the chair and enjoyed the sensational feeling of four fingers filling me up. God, I wondered, what if he tries to shove his thumb in too? Could I possibly take his whole fist? This was something I’d never tried before, not because I wasn’t into it but due to the unimaginative weenies I usually went to bed with. This guy was different. I decided if he wanted to fist me, it was A-OK!
But he didn’t put his thumb into me; well, I should say, he didn’t put it in my cunt. Suddenly, as his four fingers fucked my fiery fun hole, I felt a ticklish sensation underneath my pussy. He was rubbing my anus with his thumb! I gulped. No one had ever touched me there before. Was he actually going to push his thumb up my ass? Or would he just rub the outside of that forbidden place? I was a little nervous, I must confess. I mean, I love having fingers shoved up my cunt, but my asshole? Wouldn’t it hurt? At the same time, I was in such a wild state of sexual abandon that I was willing to try just about anything. If he wanted to stick his thumb up my ass, hell, why not? Of course, that was all he was going to put up there. I had heard that some girls liked getting fucked in the ass but that seemed to me to be going a little too far! A thumb is one thing; a 7-inch cock with a tip the size of a golf ball is quite another!
He smiled at me and, as though reading my mind, said, “Can I put my thumb in your ass? Don’t worry, I won’t try to fuck you there.”
I didn’t want him to think I was concerned. I wanted him to think I was a total fuck goddess who would do anything. I like it when men think of me that way.
“Go ahead,” I mumbled, hoping I sounded nonchalant. Inwardly, I braced myself for the unfamiliar penetration. He kept rubbing the outside of my tight little hole and I realized that he was lubing it with the juice that had dripped down there from my pussy. Then he stopped moving his hand so that his four fingers were at rest deep in my snatch. He applied a little pressure with his thumb and I breathed in quickly as his thick digit slid into my ass. What a strange feeling! It didn’t hurt but it was a little irritating. Then he began pushing it in and out of my hole, working it in deeper and deeper, and the irritation turned to pure pleasure. And then he began moving his whole hand! Oh my God! How can words do justice to the feeling of four fingers moving in and out of my sopping box and a thumb fucking my asshole? It was unbelievably stimulating. I felt so full. My pussy was stuffed beyond belief and that thumb in my ass just added to the ecstasy I was feeling. In one of my few lucid moments I realized that his whole right hand was fucking me. Phenomenal.
“Do you like this?” He asked gently but I didn’t have to answer him… my moans said it all. I was panting loudly, a deep primal sound that might have emanated from my drooling cunt. My mouth was open and I was dimly aware that I was drooling onto my shirt front, but I didn’t care. I was in the throes of complete FUCKING ecstasy! What the hell was a little drool compared to that?
And then I knew that I was about to orgasm. The sudden dawning of this fact took me completely by surprise because up to this point I had only ever cum from having my clit rubbed. This guy hadn’t even looked sideways at my clit. An orgasm simply from penetration? Impossible, I thought. I must be mistaken. But there was no mistaking the electricity running through my body. It was jumping from my cunt to my anus to my clit. Incredible! Every time he thrust into my two holes I felt it in my clit which was now red hot and humming with life. Who cares if it’s impossible, I thought. Grab it while you can!
“Aaaagh!” I screamed as the first waves of orgasm washed over me, The blond hunk, God bless him, didn’t bat a blue eye; he kept on hammering at my snatch and tight hole as I screamed my head off. The orgasm seemed to go on forever. I remember looking down and seeing juice pouring out of my cunt, covering my thighs and his forearm and soaking the floor. My mind was totally unhinged as my body undulated with feverish intensity. I kept pushing myself against his fist, not wanting the ecstasy to end.
Finally, alas, it was over. I lay back against the chair completely drained. If the roof had begun caving in I couldn’t have moved, couldn’t have cared less. As far as I was concerned, the roof had caved in!
I opened my eyes. The guy who had just performed a miracle was at the sink washing his hands. I closed my legs feeling shy all of a sudden. I was covered in pussy juice and I desperately wanted a shower.
I watched him dry his hands then move to the door. He unlocked it and turned back to look at me.
“Thanks for the trim.”
I smiled weakly and said, “I hope you’ll be a regular client.”
He seemed to think about this for a moment then said, “Well, to tell you the truth, I generally cut my own hair. I know what I like better than anyone.” Then he turned and walked out and I watched through the open door as he ambled easily down the street in the dying light of the afternoon.