Fisting Training with GF
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With plenty of lube and persistence, I succeeded in getting four fingers and a thumb into her vagina, as far as my knuckles. As ever, it was the knuckles that presented the final hurdle. Try as I might, I could not get them past the ring of her muscles. C was hurting and starting to get fractious, when I had a brainwave. It seemed to be “drag”, as much as anything, that was preventing my hand getting into her. I unrolled a condom over my right hand, with some difficulty, and liberally anointed it with lube. I returned to the fray.
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The difference was quite marked. C was still as tight as ever, but my hand slid far more easily, clad in its rubber sheath. My knuckles still got stopped, but this time, there was potential for further movement. As C was still co-operative, I decide to push that little bit more, and lo and behold! My hand was inside her! This startled C, who let out such a scream that I found myself automatically putting my hand across her mouth – we were in a small hotel at full occupancy, for God’s sake! |
