My heart slams against my ribcage like it’s trying to escape as I stare at the impossible sight before me. Kelsey lies sprawled on the towel I hastily threw down an hour ago, her auburn hair fanned out in a sweaty halo, her chest heaving with exertion, and her entire fist buried inside herself.
“See?” she pants, her tired blue eyes gleaming with triumph as she looks up at me. “I told you I could do it.”
I can barely form words, my brain short-circuiting at the visual overload. Kelsey’s other hand still works furiously at her clit, her body trembling with each circular motion. The obscene amount of lube we’ve used glistens under my dorm room’s harsh fluorescent lighting, making everything look surreal, pornographic, and strangely beautiful all at once.
“I…I’m blown away,” I stammer, my mouth suddenly dry as the Sahara. “That’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen.”
Her lips curve into that confident smile I’ve come to adore, even as her body trembles with each movement. She pushes her fist deeper, her back arching off the towel, a primal groan escaping her lips.
“God, Mason,” she gasps, her eyes locking with mine. “Do you want to try it? Your turn to wreck me.”
My heart skips several beats. The thought of my hand inside her, feeling her from the inside in a way I never have before… it’s intoxicating. But fear immediately follows. Her body looks so delicate despite what she’s currently doing to herself.
“I’m afraid I might hurt you,” I admit, kneeling beside her on the towel. My hands hover uncertainly above her glistening skin. “You’re already pushing yourself so far.”
Kelsey grabs my wrist with her free hand, her fingers slippery with lube. “Come on,” she urges, her voice a breathless command. “I can take it. I want to feel you.”
“Alright, alright,” I surrender, my voice catching as desire overwhelms my hesitation.
Kelsey’s eyes darken with hunger. “Get naked first,” she commands, her voice husky. “I’ll jerk you off while you do it.”
I strip quickly, pulse racing as her gaze tracks every movement. My cock springs free, already achingly hard from watching her performance. Once I’m completely naked, I kneel beside her on the towel.
Kelsey slowly withdraws her hand with a soft gasp, her body quivering at the sensation. She reaches for me with her slick hand, wrapping her fingers around my shaft and giving a slow, teasing stroke that makes my vision blur.
“Come closer,” she whispers.
I position myself between her spread legs, grabbing the bottle of lube with unsteady hands. I pour a generous amount onto my fingers, coating them completely until they’re dripping.
“Just like I did, okay?” Kelsey instructs. “Start with your fingers shaped like this.”
She demonstrates, and I mimic her, forming my hand into something resembling a duck’s bill, fingers pressed together and slightly curved.
“That’s right,” she encourages, her free hand still lazily stroking me. “First to get in, we do that. Nice and slow.”
I take a deep breath and carefully press my fingers against her opening. Despite all our previous activities, I’ve never approached her body quite like this. I push forward with gentle pressure, watching her face for any sign of discomfort.
“Ohhhh,” Kelsey moans as my fingers begin to disappear inside her. “Yes, baby, just like that.”
I move with excruciating slowness, mesmerized by the way her body accepts my hand. Her inner muscles flutter around my fingers as I press deeper, her breathing growing more ragged with each inch.
“God, Kelsey,” I whisper, awestruck by the intimacy of what we’re doing. “You’re incredible.”
She smiles up at me, her hair wild against the towel, her body glistening with sweat and lube. “Yup,” she pants, her hips shifting to adjust to the intrusion. “That’s it. Once we’re in deep enough, we make the fist.”
I push a little further, feeling the resistance of her body, watching her face contort with pleasure-pain. When she nods, I carefully begin to curl my fingers inward, forming a fist inside her. The sensation is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, hot, tight, pulsing with life.
“Holy shit,” I gasp, freezing in place as I feel her body clamp down around my hand. “Are you okay? Does it hurt?”
“It’s perfect,” Kelsey breathes, her eyes growing heavy with pleasure. “Keep going, don’t stop now.”
I remain frozen, overwhelmed by the sensation of being so completely connected to her. Her inner walls breathe around my wrist, creating the most intimate embrace I’ve ever experienced.
“You’re sure?” I whisper, still terrified of hurting her despite the ecstasy written across her flushed face.
“Yes,” she moans, reaching for me with her free hand. “Come closer.”
I shuffle forward on my knees, careful not to move my hand inside her. Kelsey’s fingers wrap around my cock, still slick with lube, and give me a slow, deliberate stroke that makes my breath catch.
“There,” she sighs, guiding me closer until I’m practically hovering over her. “Now we can both feel good while you ruin me.”
My entire hand disappears inside her now, connected to her in a way I never imagined possible. Following her earlier instructions, I carefully curl my fingers inward, forming a proper fist within her depths.
“Oh fuck,” Kelsey cries out, her back arching dramatically off the towel. Her hand tightens around my cock, momentarily forgetting to stroke as waves of sensation overwhelm her. “That’s it, baby. That’s the spot.”
I remain perfectly still, letting her adjust to the fullness. “What now?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper.
Kelsey’s eyes find mine, pupils blown wide with desire. “Now you move,” she instructs, resuming her rhythmic strokes along my length. “Small movements at first. Rotate your wrist a little.”
I follow her guidance, making the tiniest circular motion inside her. The response is immediate and explosive, Kelsey’s entire body convulses, her inner muscles clamping down around my fist with astonishing strength.
“Jesus Christ,” I gasp, watching her writhe beneath me.
“More,” she demands, her voice ragged and desperate. “Deeper.”
I push deeper as she commands, watching her body contort in pleasure.
“Fuck, Mason, yes,” she moans, her head thrown back.
Her eyes find mine suddenly, a mischievous glint appearing despite her pleasure-drunk state. “You know who taught me this?” she asks, her voice husky as she continues stroking my cock with deliberate slowness.
I shake my head, transfixed by her expression.
“My second boyfriend in high school,” she confesses, watching my reaction carefully. “He begged me for months to learn how to take a fist. Said it was his ultimate fantasy.”
My cock pulses hard in her hand, a reaction I couldn’t control if I tried. The image of a younger Kelsey learning this intimate act for another man sends an unexpected jolt of arousal through me.
Her lips curl into a teasing smile as she studies my reaction. “Want to hear more about it? About how I learned to do this for someone else before you?”
My throat goes dry, my cock throbbing harder in her grip. The jealousy and arousal twist together inside me like twin serpents, impossible to separate.
“Yes,” I whisper, barely recognizing my own voice. “Tell me everything.”
Kelsey shifts slightly beneath me, adjusting to the fullness of my fist still buried inside her. Her eyes gleam with wicked delight.
“His name was Shane,” she begins, her voice dropping to that husky register that makes my stomach flip. “Captain of the debate team, straight-A student. The kind of guy parents love.”
She gives my cock a particularly firm stroke that makes my vision blur at the edges.
“But behind closed doors?” She laughs softly, the vibration traveling through her body to where we’re connected. “He was insatiable. Always pushing for more, always wanting to try new things.”
I rotate my wrist slightly, watching her eyelids flutter in response. The power I feel in this moment is intoxicating, being inside her this way while she tells me about another man who once occupied the same space.
“He’d watch these extreme porn videos,” she continues, her breathing growing more ragged. “And one day he showed me one where this girl took an entire fist. Said he’d never been so turned on by anything in his life.”
I push deeper, driven by some primal need to reclaim her from these ghosts of her past. Kelsey gasps, her back arching dramatically off the towel.
“We practiced for weeks,” she pants, her hand never stopping its rhythm on my cock. “Started with three fingers, then four. So much lube. So much patience.”
The image of a younger Kelsey, spread out beneath another man, learning to open herself this way for him, sends a bolt of electricity straight to my groin. I make another small rotation with my fist, watching her face contort with pleasure.
“The first time it actually worked,” she whispers, her eyes locked with mine, “I cried. It was too much, too intense. But he was so proud of me, Mason. So fucking proud.”
Something dark and possessive flares in my chest. “And now?” I ask, my voice tight with emotion. “How does it feel with me?”
Her tired blue eyes soften, a genuine smile replacing the teasing one. “Better,” she breathes, reaching up to touch my face with her free hand. “So much better. Because it’s you.”
Heat floods my face, a wave of warmth spreading from my cheeks down my neck. Kelsey notices immediately, her hand quickening its pace around my cock, her eyes never leaving mine.
“Does that make you happy?” she whispers, her voice like silk against my skin. “Knowing that even if I didn’t save my firsts for you, you’re still my favorite?”
I can only manage a desperate moan in response, my hips jerking forward involuntarily. The confession hits something primal inside me, something I didn’t know existed until Kelsey dragged it into the light.
“Tell me,” I pant, suddenly emboldened. I rotate my wrist again, pushing slightly deeper, feeling her body clench around me. “Tell me I’m your favorite.”
“God, Mason,” she gasps, her back arching off the towel. “You’re my favorite everything.”
Something shifts inside me, a surge of possessiveness that translates directly into my movements. I begin to work my fist with more purpose, finding a rhythm that makes her entire body quake. Her hand falters on my cock as pleasure overwhelms her, but I don’t care. I want to see her come undone completely.
“That’s it,” I encourage, my voice deeper than usual. “Let go for me, Kelsey. Show me how much better it is with me.”
Her blue eyes fly open, locking with mine as her body begins to tremble more violently. I can feel her inner walls pulsing around my fist, squeezing with incredible strength as she approaches the edge.
“Mason!” she screams suddenly, her entire body convulsing. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh FUCK!”
Her hand resumes its frantic pace on my cock, jerking me with desperate, almost painful intensity as her orgasm tears through her. The dual sensation of her clenching around my fist while her hand works my shaft pushes me over the edge with shocking speed.
“Kelsey!” I cry out, my release hitting me like a freight train. Thick ropes of cum shoot across her stomach and breasts, painting her flushed skin as she continues to scream through her own climax.
The intensity of our shared release is almost frightening, both of us shaking and gasping as we ride out the waves together. Her inner muscles continue to pulse around my fist, milking every last aftershock as her body gradually relaxes beneath me.
With trembling muscles, I gently begin to withdraw my hand, careful not to cause any discomfort. The sensation is almost as overwhelming coming out as it was going in, her inner walls clinging to my fist as if reluctant to let go.
Kelsey bites her lower lip, her eyes fluttering closed as I finally slip free. The release sends a visible shudder through her entire body, her legs trembling uncontrollably in the aftermath.
“Holy shit,” she pants, collapsing back against the towel. Her chest heaves with each breath, sweat and cum glistening on her flushed skin. “That was fucking amazing, Mason.”
I can’t help the laugh that bubbles up from my chest, part disbelief, part exhilaration. My hand is still tingling with the memory of being inside her, connected in a way I never imagined possible.
“I love you,” I tell her, the words flowing naturally from somewhere deep and genuine.
Kelsey’s tired blue eyes find mine, a softness there that makes my heart skip. Despite her exhaustion, despite the intensity of what we’ve just shared, her smile is radiant.
“I love you too!”
