He slid a fourth finger into me, widening my asshole further.He slid a fourth finger into me, widening my asshole further. I was breathing hard, and my mind was spinning from hyperventilation. My heart was pounding, and occasionally I could feel little 'ripping' sensations from my butt as the flesh gave way in places, as it has a tendency to do. It hurt, but it didn't hurt, because I wanted it so badly. He began to slide his hand out, in, out, in, easing it further with every push. Borodir curled his thumb against his palm and began to push harder, trying to get deeper, and I closed my eyes as I felt him slide his hand further and further, until he reached that point where it had to go in, and he pushed, and his hand slid into my asshole up to the wrist. I felt my anus clamp down with pleasure and relief around the smaller diameter of his wrist, even though I knew he'd eventually have to take it out again. I lay there, on the end of his arm, and wondered what next, while I felt the sensations he gave me course through my body with an obscene heat. I felt his fingers move inside me, an alien intelligence inside my guts, and he curled them into a fist, and that drove me wild, rattling the chains and groaning. In the mirror I could see the black trunk of his forearm end at my white butt suspended over the red, wooden floor. I leaned my head back a little further to see Aaden standing over me, his cock dangling just behind and above my head. Borodir pumped me with his hand, and I just closed my eyes and luxuriated in the pleasure and submission. |