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licking at his tip, then slid the blade of my tongue around the swell of his knob. As I felt trembles along his
length, I plunged it deep into my mouth almost to my throat, and he shot a stream of spunk into my mouth.
    I leaned back, spunk dribbling from my lips, and smiled up at him.
    “Thank you,” he said. “You’re a really great lady. We’re gonna be here again tomorrow night. We could get in some wine for you, if you’d like.”
    I smiled again and addressed both the boys as I explained that although they’d made me feel terrific I was far too old for them, and they should get to know some girls their own age. I
kissed both of them on the lips, then walked back to the footpath and away.
    I had been fucked thoroughly and felt very tired, and knew I’d fall asleep as soon as I got home and into bed. Then I’d get up in the morning and go to work. Then I’d have to
make a decision about whether or not I fancied some wine . . .

 
HAND PUPPET
    Angela, Los Angeles
    I am not sure which of us brought up the idea of trying to fist him first. It seemed to be a mutual decision from the beginning, after he showed me the magazine pictures. After
discussing it and finding myself aroused, I decided I wanted to try it as soon as possible. This being the case, we set a date for the following Friday.
    I arrived at his house Friday, nervous but ready to play. He was waiting, freshly showered, still in his robe, his dark chest hair glistening from the dampness.
    “I can’t wait for you to do this to me. You are sure you still want to, aren’t you? We don’t have to, you know.” The desire in his eyes told me he was going to be
disappointed if I backed out.
    I was still in disbelief that my hand was truly going to fit into his ass. What if I hurt him? I had stared, horrified and aroused, at the pictures in the magazine when he had shown me. In shock
I had demanded, “Didn’t that hurt? ”
    He had just smiled and said, “Hopefully only the right way.” I wasn’t about to back out of this now. I had to either call his bluff or find outifit really, truly could be done.
The appealing thought of my whole hand up inside him, hurting him when it slid into him, making him come once it was in there, had kept me up late at night.
    “No, I’m sure, I want to do this.” My voice trembled with anticipation even as my pussy grew moist imagining my hand fully inside his ass.
    “Thank you for trusting me in this. I know you are going to enjoy doing it. Shall I go and get the enema bag for you? I assume you want to give me one yourself?”
    “Yes, bring it into the bedroom when you get it ready.” I headed for the bedroom then turned and called out over the sound of the already running water, “Make sure you add lots
of soap!”
    “Yes, ma’am!” His answer made a shiver run up my spine. Being called “ma’am” was pretty new to me, having only recently realized that being dominant was
almost as much fun as being submissive.
    As I walked into the bedroom I saw what lay on the bed. He had left the fisting magazine there for me to look at. A convulsive shiver went through me, making my pussy begin to grow with a warm
and swollen feeling. Hearing his footsteps stop behind me, I turned to face him.
    He grinned, leaning down to kiss me. “Would you like me to help you undress or are you going to stay dressed? It’s up to you, of course.”
    “Undress me.” I turned and lifted my hair to reveal a row of small buttons down the back of my tight-fitting black spandex catsuit.
    “Yes, ma’am. Let me hang this up first.” He hung the full enema bag on the portable IV stand used just for this purpose then turned and walked over to assist me. His fingers
made quick work of the buttons and soon he was pushing it down over my shoulders, past my hips, off my legs. Hooking his fingers in the thong I wore in place of panties, he slipped them off as
well. His hands came up to caress my braless breasts only to find