17 comments/ 30194 views/ 22 favorites Beyond, With You By: BeccaHasFun This is a new kind of story for me. My other tales are from a true-life exhibitionist's point of view, whereas this one deals with an experience I had with a close female friend and lover. I hope you enjoy it. ***** I reach out to you that I'm flying into town on business and am staying the weekend to soak up some California sun (which has a sea-soaked quality that Austin sun just doesn't have). I tell you I'll be staying at the W and would love to get together on Friday night. You respond that you'd love to, that you'd meet me at the W bar at 8. The simplicity of this, the lack of games makes my stomach flutter with nerves. I arrive in L.A. Friday morning and take care of business, barely able to concentrate with the impending encounter only hours away. The anticipation builds in my core, translating into a pulsating heat in my pussy. The hours crawl by, but finally it's time to head to the hotel. I wish my coworkers a safe trip back, their good-natured jealousy that I'm staying behind is evident. They have no idea how jealous they ought to be. I check into the hotel, put away my things and collapse on the bed in anxious thought. How will it go? Will she like me? Am I pretty enough? Am I smart enough? Will I say something stupid? I realize I need a drink so I take the financial hit and open the bottle of red that sits perched on the mini bar. I draw a bath, pry off my humid clothes and slink into the hot water with my wine glass in hand. I relax by replaying our emails in my mind, how thoughtful and caring you are, how your smolderingly sensual way of expressing yourself turns me on, your confidence in traveling the world and knowing who you are as a woman. I begin to melt into the water, and pray the mutual attraction translates into our real life date. You sit at a small, secluded table in the bar. At exactly 8, you see me enter the room, looking for you. You laugh to yourself when you realize that you know me by what I'm wearing - the exact same outfit I wore on my night out with Conor and Nate. My sun-streaked hair cascades down bare shoulders, draping over my orange silk top. The orange silk top cascades and drapes down my otherwise bare breasts, my nipples tenting the sheer fabric. Somehow, this strikes you as cosmopolitan, my nipples used as accessories. My dark jeans low-slung on my hips, which are bared by the angle of the top's hem. My brown high heels which accentuate the curve of my calves. I pivot, searching for you in the half light. You let me keep looking for a few more moments. As my eyes turn your way, you raise your hand in a delicate wave of hello. You gracefully unfold from the u-shaped bench seat and stand. You are radiantly beautiful - hair down much like mine, but darker... satiny, sexy black pants and a flowing, strategically low-cut animal print top. I feel light-headed from the reality of it all. You are here, I am there. A long beat passes, our eyes locked, before we walk toward each other. Unsure how to culminate the greeting, I decide at the last second to just reach out to you with both arms, hoping you'd do the same. You do, and I see your beautiful open smile just as we crush ourselves together in the warmest hug I've felt in a long time. "Hello Becca hello Leila" our voices overlap, and we giggle softly into each other's ear as we embrace. It's pure sisterhood for the moment. "I'm so happy you came ... I'm so happy to be here" we whisper. The moment of sisterhood then changes into something even more intimate, as we both feel our bodies pressed together. Our breasts crushed against each other, the scent of our hair, the smooth peachy fuzz of our soft cheeks. I nuzzle a little kiss on your cheek, you do the same. And we sit. We shimmy and slide into our respective sides of the bench, sitting at right angles to each other. You chose the perfect table; while not hidden, the configuration lends an air of privacy and intimacy. You had ordered a bottle of red and asked, "How's wine, or would you rather have a cocktail?" I say wine is perfect as it settles my nerves. I giggle a bit, unused to being shy... but I definitely am. You pour a healthy glass for me, glancing at me, seeming to understand that I am vibrating with nervous energy. You reach out for my hand and take it, saying, "You have nothing to be nervous about Becca, this is the beginning of something that at worst will be a beautiful friendship. If it's more, it's more. I am SO glad to meet you in person, finally... after all we've shared with each other." I squeeze your hand, and release it to take up my glass. We clink them together, and I say, "Me too. This is amazing. You are sitting here in front of me... There's a voice to your words, I can see how you move... Oh I sound stupid, don't I..." I drink a mouthful and add, "I think that was the most awkward toast I've ever given." We laugh, and our shoulders touch. Electricity shoots up my spine. I want to kiss you so bad, right here and now. We let the touching and leaning linger a bit longer than normal. I feel the ease of our bond forming through even just that simple a touch. My anxiety dissolves into the candlelit room. We talk, and drink. How my trip was (good and getting better by the second), how work is going (up for a promotion soon, and your victories and battles of owning a company), our love lives (my current boyfriend becoming more and more serious, you describe in full your man and the dynamic between you two). We are totally at ease, our connection deepening and ripening, transitioning from a digital one to a living one. The heady feel of a deep buzz, not quite drunkenness, settling like a blanket on us. My vision tunnels around you, your incredible breasts, your gorgeous face, eyes sparkling, light glinting off your lips... In mid-sentence, I touch your chin, drawing you closer to me and I halt your words with a kiss. I feel your lips smile, our foreheads touch, and we kiss again, fully and deeply as if we are the only ones in the room. Our tongues swirl, you suck my lower lip into your mouth, my hand moves from your chin to your hair. We break apart, slowly, looking into each other's eyes, breathing ragged breaths. "Oh my," you say in a broken whisper. "Yeah, um, that was kind of amazing," I say as you covertly scan the room for eavesdroppers. My nipples are throbbing, heat radiates from my pussy. You look back at me, at ease that we hadn't caused a riot, and your eyes drift to my chest. Your eyes lock onto the swell of my left breast and the fully described shape of my nipple, it being compressed by my arm against the padded backrest of our bench. You move closer to me, practically in the corner of the bench, and lean into my ear. Your breath is hot and sweet, and you say, "I want you. I want to know every part of you..." I feel your fingers slide atop my silk-covered nipple, which hardens even more from the touch. I gasp, and my back arches, giving you even more access to my rock hard tip. You lightly pinch it through my top, I feel the weight of my breast lifted by the motion, and you let your fingers trace gentle, tickling lines down my tummy toward my hip. "You are killing me," I say. "In a really good way." You smile, and recline into your seat a bit. You are the sexiest woman I've ever seen. You swirl your quarter glass of red around, and say, "I've wanted my hands on you, and your hands on me, all night long." You finish the glass in one swallow, lean in close again. I close my eyes, open my lips to yours... But instead of a full kiss, you lightly nibble my lower lip and say, "Take me to your room." I suck your upper lip in-between mine, my tongue gliding from one end of it to the other. "I thought you'd never ask." Our need to settle the tab momentarily clears our heads. We rise from the table and fight playfully about who's picking it up, "I can expense it... No, you're my guest... No, you're at my hotel...", until an idea hits me. "Ok, I'll buy breakfast," I say to end the debate. A moment passes, smiles slowly emerge from both our faces. "Deal." You press a few twenties down upon the bar, and grab my hand. "Lead the way." Hand in hand we walk toward the elevators. The hotel is buzzing with activity, but together we break through the noise and eyes are magnetized to us. We are blazing, devastatingly hot, and the sex we are about to have is written on our faces and across our bodies. The short journey to the lifts feels like slow motion, every bounce of my breasts magnified, the ripple of my muscular thighs as my heels strike the polished concrete. The glances we steal at each other, your hair trailing in thick tendrils as if you were underwater. The flash of white from your teeth and your smokey eyes taking me in. We face the elevator bank and await the car, still holding hands. Our palms are humid with excitement and nerves, you trace secret circles with your finger. I do the same. Finally, a ping and the doors open. Alone, we enter the car. I step toward the buttons and press floor 19 as the doors shut. You move behind me and wrap your arms around my waist, nuzzling my hair. (3) I lean back against you, back arched, reach up with both hands and delve into your thick locks. (5) You take my cue; one hand reaches under my top to find the skin of my tummy while the other traces delicate lines up my silky top toward my breasts. (8) My right hand smoothes down your arm and molds around your hip, grasping at your thigh. (10) You bend your knee to give me more access to your long, shapely limb, while circling my belly button with one hand and drawing lines up and around the curve of my full breast. (13) I gasp as you find my nipple, compressing it and springing back and your fingers continue their journey around and back down my chest. (16) Your other hand slips just inside the waistline of my jeans, and I can feel the wetness begin to pour from me. (18) I tilt my hips forward to give you more access and breathe "yes"... (19) Ping. The doors open and our spell is broken. But not for long. I grab your hand and we speed down the hall with urgency. I fumble with my handbag for my keycard, finally finding it as we near the door to room 1936. I insert the card, but there's no green light and unlocking sound. I do it again, to no avail. "Damn... Maybe it got erased or something..." You put your hand over mine, and slowly guide the card into the slot. You calmly pull it out, and the door unlocks. You whisper, "It just needed a little coaxing..." I spin around to face you, pressing the door lever down. "Well, I don't. I'm all yours." You press your lips against mine and press your body against mine and our weight opens the door. Lips locked, hands grasping, we stumble into the darkened room - a spacious double bedroom suite that surprises you a bit. You glance around and say flirtatiously, "Nice room... All just for me?" We stand in a living room of sorts, with a wide expanse of glass looking across the lights and motion of the city night. With bedrooms on either side, it also has the infamous semi-exposed showers that the W recently gained notoriety about. I quickly kiss your lips and say, "I could lie and say yes, but the agency doubled us up in here. My roommate left today, and I kept it. So I guess the answer is 'kind of'." You answer with a fierce kiss and a laughing "That's good enough for me." I feel your hard nipples pressed against my chest, the heat radiating through your sheer blouse and not pausing through mine. It's time my hands do some exploring. I break our kiss and look down at your left breast, the nipple threatening to burst through the fabric. I lightly touch only the rigid tip, feeling its dimensions, pressing in gently and then grasping it between finger and thumb and pulling it outward. You swoon and grasp the exploring hand, crushing it against your breast. I open my hand and take the entirety of your delicious, soft globe and squeeze, lift and caress. I bite and suck at your bottom lip. I see your expression change to a smokey, half-lidded smile. You bite your bottom lip and reach for the bottom of my silky top, languidly pulling the hem upward. It feels like slow motion - I'm about to be nude in front of you and the anticipation is delicious. My nipples harden even more as I feel the room's slightly chilled air reach my ribs. I raise my arms in the most elegant roman sculptural way I know how, just before the cloth rises above my tits. I'm bare now, the top rippling and reversing as you pull it up over my head. I feel your own still-clothed tits press against my exposed ones, I reach back and grasp the top and whip it completely off. We beam at each other. Goose bumps cascade across my chest. You take both of my breasts into your hands and squeeze, knead and stroke. I gasp, arch and press them into your hands, a fresh rush of wetness pours from me. You bend down and I feel your breath on my chest. You draw a nipple into your mouth and gently suckle, swirling your tongue around the engorged areola. I reach one hand into your silky hair and the other searches for your hanging breast. I find it as you bite my nipple, causing my knees to buckle. "Oh my God I'm going to fuck you so hard" leaves my mouth without thinking. You break away from my nipple and we both laugh, embracing. "I certainly hope so," you say into my ear. I reach down for your blouse's hem, and in a mirror image of my own exposure we finally stand topless together. We are a men's magazine's dream - our breasts are the same general size, equally appealing and exquisite in their own way. Your reach down my tummy and over my jeans to feel for my pussy, your fingers moulding to the depth of my crotch. "Oh my God you're so wet, I feel it through your jeans," you say in a bit of awe. I reach for you and feel a blazing heat through your satiny slacks. "You're burning my fingers, I need to feel them inside you." It's time we finish the unwrapping. With increasing urgency, we reach for each other's waists. We quickly shed our pants and stand before each other in only our panties. I'm wearing my brown thong, you're wearing one of the skimpy pieces bought on your trip to Europe. My thong is completely soaked, I can feel the wetness spreading downward and cooling against my inner thighs. Your thong accentuates your slender hips and graceful curve of thigh. Your hair ripples down over your shoulders and curls just above your incredible nipples. "You're beautiful," I say, breathless. The silvery city light dances across us. "So are you." "I can't believe we're together, doing this, it's crazy and awesome and..." I step toward you and reach for the waistline of your panties. I kneel, grasping each side of your panties. You run your fingers through my hair. I pull downward and reveal your glistening pussy. You look and smell delicious. I draw your panties down to your ankles as I kiss you right where the waistline left an indention in your skin. I feel your heat on my chin. I reach around and grab your ass, the softness luscious to my hands. I kiss and peck and lick all around and above your pussy, edging toward the cleft of your thigh. I can see the glinting wetness on your delicate pussy lips. I drag my lips across and plant a kiss directly upon your cleft, you gasp with a "yes". I lick the transferred wetness from my lips, you taste sweet and fragrant with lust. I stand up, the playful disappointment written across your face. I giggle and grab your hands, placing them on my hips. "Now you." A devilish smile breaks across your face and you say, "I can play games too..." I can see that you consider something for a second, as if weighing the decision. With a shrug, you roughly grab one side of my thong with both hands and pull. The string snaps, the fabric falling away from my hip to only partially cover my pussy. "I can't believe you did that." For the briefest moment, I can see worry in your eyes before the shock and delight bursts from me. "Oh my God, yes..." Wetness pours from me, an orgasm threatens and builds. It was a huge risk you took, and it paid off. You taking charge like that turned me on, the abrupt shift from gentle exploration to being almost savagely exposed was exquisitely erotic. You reach over and snap the other side's string, leaving a shred of cloth clinging to me only by the virtue of the wetness between my legs. I step one leg to the side, widening my stance, causing the destroyed thong to fall to the floor. You reach between my legs to find me dripping wet. Your cool palm against my engorged lips... The slight pressure against my clit... I feel my toes tingle with the onset of the sweetest orgasm. I grind myself into your hand, you curl your fingers and delve into my hole, pressing my g-spot. I grasp your shoulders and come, come, come. "Oh my God!" I feel splashes upon my feet. "Oh my God!" I scream again. I rest my forehead against the curve of your neck and shoulder and shudder with the ending of my orgasm. I've lost my breath, but manage to say, "That was amazing." You disengage your soaked hand and bring it lazily up our bodies, the juices trailing. You stroke my cheek and say, "Oh sweetheart, we're just getting started." I tremble with aftershocks and feel the wetness dripping down my thighs. I wrap a leg around you, clasp my arms around you and squeeze to relieve some of the tension left inside me. I release my hold on you and bring your wet hand to my mouth. I clean your fingers with my tongue, lapping up my juices and sucking your fingers into my mouth. You replace your hand with your mouth, turning it into the deepest, most hungry, tongue-battling kiss I've ever felt. Our lips part, our eyes connect... And we clash again in a kiss that outdoes the first. Our hands in constant motion across each other's backs, butts, up our sides to linger on beasts, fingers woven into our long hair. We are devouring each other. We pause a moment, chins resting on the other's shoulders, panting. I see a plush, armless dining chair and have an idea. I take your hand and sit down on the chair, and motion for you to straddle me. "Ooh, I like where this is going," you purr. You bend forward, gorgeous breasts wobbling, and stretch a long leg over my lap. Your pussy gapes and I see glints of wetness and your engorged clit. My juices flood the chair in response. You sit on me, tits just below my face, your lips on my forehead, arms over my shoulders, and legs wrapped obscenely around me. You arch your back and crush your breasts into my face. I revel into their warm softness, kissing them. My left hand reaches up and takes one, manipulating it, squeezing it to make the nipple protrude, drawing that nipple into my mouth and sucking just to the point where I fear to give you pain. You moan. My right hand snakes around your waist and down your ass. My fingers play in the cleft of your buttocks, moving downward and around toward your exposed, aroused holes. You angle your ass just a bit to give me more access, and my fingers dance across your anus and circle the rim ever so gently. You quiver, in both pleasure and the intimacy of it. My hand's journey continues, and I find your gaping pussy. With your legs spread around me, it had opened up like the proverbial flower, and positively drips onto my hand and I make my first touch. Your lips splay open, I press my fingers to your inner delicate warm wetness. I play with your lips a bit, massaging them, opening and closing them, swirling your juices around and around in widening circles until coating your puckered anus and most of your ass. "Oh, yes.. yes..." You encourage me. I nibble and bite your shoulder and play with your nipple, and resume my exploration of your pussy. I plant my fingers between your lips, and with my middle finger I find your opening. I curl my finger easily into you, you inhale with pleasure, your wetness drips down my fingers and onto my thighs. My own pussy pressed against the chair begins to throb. I dip my thumb into your hole and trace delicate circles around your asshole, all the while still fingering you with increasing pace. Beyond, With You You reach down and take one of my breasts into your hand, mimicking my petting of yours. Your breath is hot into my hair, your hips slightly buck up and down in rhythm to my finger's strokes inside of you. I can tell you need me deeper in you, so I pull my hand around to the front, you raise up a bit, and I put two fingers deep into you. The increased girth and depth takes you to a new level. You grind yourself onto my hand, I put my fingers into you as far as they can go, and I begin finger fucking you. You raise yourself up, placing your hips above mine, your arms on the back of the chair, your tits above my head and nipples nestled in my hair, giving me access to pump in and out of your pussy. I love the wet sounds of my fingers in you and my palm slapping against your pussy, splashing your juices. I curl my fingers and find your g-spot; it's engorged to a degree that surprises even me. I work in a rhythm of fast strokes, then curl of fingers, lavishing attention to every inch of your insides. I place my thumb against your hard clit, and your bucking motion grinds it on me. My fingers find new depths within you. "Becca, I'm going to come." "Come for me, come for me..." Your body tenses and you raise to almost a standing position. Your back arched, I look up and your tits are aimed at the ceiling. My fingers curl in you, and the orgasm explodes across your body. I pound my fingers in and out of you, juices trail down my wrist. "I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm coming..." you shout into my hair. You instinctively grab one of my breasts and squeeze to the point of pain, but I love it and my pussy gushes in response. Your orgasm stretches on, and on, my fingers fucking you without mercy. You scream my name. With one last explosion, you come down from your orgasm, sit on my lap, and I withdraw my hand. You lightly sob, in joy, as my arms wrap around your waist. For a minute, we're silent, just breathing and sighing. You lean up, and kiss me on the lips. And for a minute I feel lost - I'm flying home in a few days and will have to say goodbye. As your fingers glide across my tummy, headed for my wetness, my lust for you melds with mourning for the inevitable end. You take my nipple into your mouth and I cradle your head. "I don't want this to end." Your tongue traces circles around my nipple. "Me neither. But I suppose it will." You disengage from me, and take my hand, pulling me toward the bedroom. You place your hands on my shoulders and gently, but firmly, push me down to recline on the bed. I can tell that I'm now in your control, and a wave of juices escapes my lips. Your lips clamp down hard on my nipple, drawing and stretching it into your mouth. You roughly squeeze my other breast and the combined mauling shakes me from my melodramatic haze. Your other hand finds my pussy, and you lightly grace my clit with your fingertips. My hips tilt toward you of their own volition, my tits and pussy now completely in your control. The roughness of how you're treating my tits - the nipple twisting, pulling, sucking, biting, pinching - is at delicious odds with how delicate you're treating my clit. I am naturally wet, but I'm positively dripping right now. You dip a finger in slightly to test me and I hear you mutter, "Jesus Christ you're wet..." between my tits. I look down at you and my left breast is almost comically stretched from being sucked into your mouth, which must be completely full of my soft flesh. It feels like you are devouring me. You release my breast with an audible pop and grin at me. "Do you like that?" My tit is crimson from your rough sucking and biting. "Dear God yes." You wordlessly smile and move your mouth to my other breast. Your wet hand trickles up and you massage my juices into my raw and slightly stinging tit. You reach down with your other hand and find my pussy again, this time plunging a finger into me. There's no resistance, I'm drenched and I feel splashing upon my thighs. "Be rough with me again..." "Are you sure?" "Oh yes... everywhere..." You bite my areola, pushing my nipple into your mouth, bringing me to the point of actual pain. I yelp and squeeze your head, nuzzling your hair. You squeeze and pull my other tit by the handful, as you suck my nipple so fiercely that it extends from me to the point I feel like I will break. I don't, though. You alternate this with gentle tongue flicking, tickling traces of fingertips, just to the point where I forget how strong and almost merciless your roughness is. You clamp your lips down on one nipple as you twist and pull my other one. Your single finger inside me curls and finds my g-spot. It's almost too much to bear, so I draw away which only heightens the pain. But it's a pain with good, deep pleasure surrounding it. You know how to push it to the edge and just slightly beyond for only moments. I'm gushing juices all over your hand. My orgasm threatens and builds. You seem to notice so you release my tits and look up at me. "You said everywhere, right?" My nipples are throbbing, pulsing with my racing heartbeat. "Yes." "And you trust me?" You circle my g-spot with your fingertip. My pussy squelches. "I do." You look at me with a touch of seriousness, as if you're looking into me for a second. "Ok then. You tell me to stop if it's too much." "Ok, but I won't." You don't answer. You place tiny kisses all over my reddened, raw tits, like you are healing them. At the same time, your finger in me plunges deeper, as far as it can reach. It swishes around inside me, near my cervix but not touching it (your fingers aren't that long, after all). You lick from the bottom of my breast, over my nipple, across the top, and bite my neck. Another finger joins your first. Your index and middle fingers are deep inside me now, thrusting and curling, with increasing velocity. The added fullness and motion edges me higher, but it's nothing I've not experienced before, however delicious it is. You lick and nibble my neck. You kiss my chin and your hot breath plays across my cheek. I kiss you with all my might and spread my legs as wide as they can go. "I said rough." You respond by putting a third finger in me. My pussy is now having to slightly stretch to accommodate you. The wetness positively pours out of me, dribbling down and in-between my ass cheeks. You grab my breast for leverage, and thrust your fingers in and out of me like a piston. A few breathless "Oh God's" escape me and I reach behind one knee to pull my leg up higher. With one hand squeezing and grasping my tit, and the other hand deep in me, you kiss, nibble and lick my tummy. Your tongue dips into my belly button, and circles the rim. You blow cool air upon the trails of saliva. The mix of feelings is exquisite - raw on my tits, cool and delicate on my tummy, and full in my pussy. My orgasm begins to build again. "Are you ready?" I'm jolted out of my path to orgasm, as I can't imagine what you mean. There's more? You must mean 'Are you ready to come?' "Yes. Please." A fourth finger enters me, up to the knuckle. I'm speechless, gasping. Out of reflex I grab behind my other knee and open myself up as far as anatomically possible. You thrust in and out of me, I feel your knuckles enter me just past the opening, which feels almost indescribable. Juice splashes on your arm and upon my thighs. My asshole twitches in sympathy to my pussy. I look down and see you maneuvering your arm into position for... something. I can barely think at this point but know that something is about to happen. I whimper, but say "yes" and "now", I think. Your thumb joins the rest of your fingers. My outer lips are pushed into me as there's seemingly no more room for anything. Your thumb slides in and out of my opening, stretching my hole open with each thrust. I'm now in undiscovered country - the mix of pain, fullness and deep pleasure is mind blowing. I bend to look at your hand, which is wedged into me and glistening with juices. You withdraw your thumb from me, its tip right at my opening, and make your hand as narrow as possible. I can tell what's coming and begin to panic. My breath catches and I think "she's going to do it she's going to do it..." In what feels like slow motion I feel each knuckle pop past my pussy's rim, which I accompany with a short scream. I'm straining to keep watching you enter me but I can't fight instinct any longer; I arch my back and thrust my tits into the air. You push once more and your entire hand is inside me, up to the wrist. My world explodes. It turns inside out. There is something beyond pain and pleasure, and I think I found it. I come back to our world and hear a guttural scream. It's mine. I'm screaming wordless sounds, my mouth open in an animalistic snarl. Your hand glides and rotates in tiny movements inside me. I become aware of my womb for the first time in my life. Your four fingers cradle and nestle around my cervix. I'm out of my mind with sensation. "It's ok baby. I have you. I have you. The worst is over." Worst? There was pain but this was like being transported to another dimension. Discomfort, even pain, yes, but it was worth it to now be HERE. "Go on. More. Whatever you want." Technically, I may have had an orgasm when you entered me but it was so unusual I kind of missed it. Being out of body for a minute will do that, I guess. "Ok. Good." You circle my cervix more rapidly, and press a finger against its opening. Going inside is beyond possibility, of course, but the idea of it is transcendent. I let go of one knee and grasp my tit. You help by pushing my knee back, keeping my legs spread completely. You dab your tongue on my clit. My pussy is obscenely stretched wide, my clitoris extended beyond what I thought possible. You begin to thrust your hand inside my walls. My entire body moves with your arm. I feel like a puppet, like you are wearing me on your hand. Despite it all, I laugh, and realize I have tears streaming down my face. "More! More!" I scream. What more is there though? You ball your hand into a fist. My pussy stretches beyond anything I could expect or thought possible. I feel like a balloon about to pop. But I don't. I come. I come like I've never come before. I squirt juices all over your arm. I buck my hips, moving your arm at the elbow with my wild thrashing. The hard ball of your fist inside me is so alien to my prior understanding I can feel it changing me, changing my mind, somehow. "Yes baby, come for me, come forever, never stop." It feels like I do just that. Waves of color wash over me, I feel my throat clench and become raw from screaming. I crest, and squirt again. And I come down. But your hand doesn't leave me. You open your hand, and clench it, every few seconds, as I catch my breath. You keep me at the edge of the cliff I just scaled, and I don't know how much more I can physically take. But we find out. You clench your fist and begin to pound it inside of me, without mercy. My back arches and my mouth opens in a wordless scream. I come again, and again, each time you slam against the furthest depths of my pussy. I am beyond everything. There's no more me, only this feeling of being dominated, punished, battered into this complete orgasmic existence. At some point you slow down, and release your fist, making your hand as small as possible. "You did it baby, you did it." "Oh my God I don't even..." You rest your cheek on my tummy. "You trusted me, you really did." You kiss what I think are your own tears off my belly. "It was... beyond amazing... I don't... I can't..." and I begin to sob. What we did finally hits me. That's all there is. There's nothing beyond that. I've gone as far as there is to go. My sobs turn to laughter as I realize your hand, your entire hand, is still inside me. "So, I guess you can't keep that in there forever." We laugh, and wrap our free arms around each other. "I guess not. You, are, amazing." You kiss me, almost chastely, on the lips. My pussy throbs, clenching around your wrist, and I begin to feel the first inkling of real pain. Yep, I'm coming down from the high. With your free hand you make sure my pussy lips are completely outside and around your wrist. "Here I go, I'm pulling out." You pull, and it feels like you are going to drag my insides out with you. Uncomfortable for sure, but again so weird it's kind of interesting. Pushing your sexual anatomy to the limits is not something I'm that familiar with. So, I relish it. Your thumb knuckle pops out of me, and I get a slight boost of pleasure. The rest of your knuckles pop past and my soreness disappears for a second, replaced by tempting pleasure. As your fingers leave me, I feel empty, but also entirely certain my pussy will be out of commission for at least a few days. Finally, my legs are able to resume a more normal position, and my hips screech in stiff pain. My pussy throbs in real soreness now, but it's an ache that only reminds me of the heights we reached. You lick your hand, tasting my juices, and plant your palm between my tits. I feel drips hit my chest, coming off your arm. I caress your arm. "Thank you. That sounds strange to say but I don't know what else there is to say, or feel." "I know. It's a life-altering experience. I think it comes from being a bit dangerous. Going beyond your limits is a thrill we rarely get to truly experience. I'm glad I got to take you there." You bend down to kiss me, I hold your hanging breasts in my hands, and I say. "Well, now it's your turn." ***** I hope you enjoyed my story. Let me know.