Marianne wants a fist in her cunt

Marianne smiled and took my hand in her pale, delicate ones and said, "I have had a fantasy about being fucked with your fist. It would be so different!" She gazed longingly into my face and asked, "Will you do that for me, my lover? Will you push this hand as far into me as it will go, make a fist, and beat the shit out of my pussy with it?" At first, my eyes went wide with wonder at what she was asking. This was totally new to me. A smile spread over my face as I realized what she was asking, and I nodded eagerly. "Do you want that, lovely Marianne?" I asked, caressing her soft breast, loving it's luxurious feel. "Oh, YES, come on!" her breath was coming faster in anticipation of what was to come, and I have to admit, mine was too.

I bent her feet above her head, leaving her dripping pussy and quivering anus wide open and ****. I fingered her pussy idly as I nipped and teased at the insides and backs of Marianne's straining thighs, working two, then three fingers into the wet, eager gash. As I added my pinky and plunged in all the way to the base of my thumb, the beautiful mother thrust her hips upward to meet me, gasping "Ahhh! Yes, yes! More, dear man! More please!" I tucked my thumb into the crease made by my palm as the tightness of her tube rolled my hand into a sort of half-cylinder. Without too much effort, the widest part of my hand **** its way into the heated swamp of Marianne's clinging pussy, and I sank in almost to my elbow.

Marianne's cry of delight was punctuated by her upthrust pelvis. Knowing that she was right on the edge, I decided to push her over once so that I could build her back up to an even better climax. I spread my fingers inside her and drummed the mound of her cervix like a bored person drums a tabletop. My lips sucked on her clit while my tongue flicked rapidly against the tender morsel. The beautiful mother cried out and spasmed around my arm, adding voluminously to the fluids already squishing around my hand. "Oh, no!" she cried, "Too soon! Too soon!" "Don't worry, dear Marianne," I soothed, "That was just the appetizer! Are you ready for the main course?"

Without waiting for the answer I knew was coming, I balled my hand into a fist and pulled out until it lodged against the inside of her opening, locking me in like the dog's knots when they tie with me. With all the **** in frame, I drove that hard little cudgel as deep into Marianne's body as I could. Three, four, five times I pounded full length strokes into her, each going a little deeper. Then, taking her clit between my teeth, I started in to do just as she requested. With short, sharp thrusts, I did my best to 'beat the shit' out of her cervix. Each time her climax approached, I stopped, releasing her clit from my teeth. For more than half an hour I pushed her upward only to drag her back.

My arm was starting to tire, and Marianne's cries were getting to me. The poor mother screeched and cried, and when I took her clit again between my teeth and shook my head, while pounding her inside with my hard little fists, she went berserk! Her shrieks and moans threatened to tear through the very foundations of the room above us. Her pelvis thrashed to and fro, almost tearing my arm from their sockets, then she went rigid - her hole clamping down so hard they cut off the blood flow to my hand!

I never heard anyone cum so loudly! She wailed like a banshee and vibrated like a kettle drum before finally collapsing in exhaustion. I knelt before her, arm trapped deep within the exhausted body, my cheek resting on her still twitching pussy until we had both regained some semblance of composure. Slowly, trying to be gentle, I withdrew my hand from Marianne's pussy, creating a series of aftershocks as my knuckles, dragged across her hypersensitive G-spot.