Anon - Fisting Chryssi

"Whoa."

She wasn't kidding. Your two fingers slipped inside her with only the slightest amount of pressure, and without feeling much of anything at all. It was soft, and quite warm, but your fingers weren't even slightly squeezed at all by her walls. It was almost as though you'd stuck your fingers in her mouth.

"Yeah, l know. Crazy right?"

You nodded, it was pretty crazy. You pulled out the two, lining up four in return. Slowly you pushed, enveloping your hand in her cavernous maw. Here you felt the first strain of resistance from her warm, wet walls. Your fingers easily touched her cervix, carefully you pull back and make a proper fist. Slathering your knuckles in her goo you timidly push, scared of hurting her despite her reassurances that you couldn't even if you tried.

A wet little squelch, and the heavy bulb of your fist pops in. Her ring tightens around your wrist as it flutters along with her shudders, fisting bringing her the first mote of pleasure from this encounter.

"Chryssi seriously you should ask a doctor about this."