Bound. Part 11

Then again it was one finger at a time as she made yet another fist, this time in my ass and pushed even deeper. There is no cervix in the colon, nothing to stop her penetration. My gut contracted in pain as she pushed deeper as her arm made entry. Then slowly, as before, it made its retreat only to penetrate me again.

I was being ass fucked with a fist!

The thought of that was mind boggling.

The fact of that was stimulating as hell as it hit me—I was coming. Coming as a fist, of all damned things, flicked my ass.

I'm sure that it took me several seconds to recognize her next move. But when it did, I gave her my full and undivided attention.

Her other hand was making its way up my pussy. In less time than I thought possible there were two fists in me fucking away. If someone had asked earlier if two fists could fit in a female body, I would have said no, no way. But I would have been wrong because it was happening to me! And I was loving every second of its ha