As Sarah said anticipation is everything, for about an hour the three of us sat talking, choreographing some of what would happen on Saturday. Then I turned to Ruth, “are you absolutely sure you want to do this. If you have second thoughts at any time don’t be afraid to say. But be warned once we start passion and lust will kick-in and there will be no going back.”
“James I am sure.”
When Ruth had gone to bed Sarah said, “Now is our time stud.” She grasped my erect cock. I rolled her over onto her back she lifted her legs onto my shoulders. Slowly my cock slid into her gaping pussy. Two things about fisting. First after a time the gape becomes permanent so a good screw can last a lot, lot longer time — I suppose that is to be expected! Second — and this is unexpected the more a pussy is fisted the more sensitive it becomes — Sarah rapidly reaches a point where she has an orgasm each time my cock shoves into her. We prefer long slow strokes, my cock comes out of her just parting her labia then slowly I push into her until our pubic bones touch, back out I come with exaggerated slowness a pause and then re-enter!
Eventually I am cumming. “James that is so good.” Sarah purrs catlike in my ear. We kiss, eventually I fall asleep — dreaming of Saturday — when I awake I wonder if Sarah and Ruth are also dreaming about Saturday.
Friday at work, time had dragged. Sarah and Ruth were both mysterious and obviously excited. I returned to discover Sarah and Ruth intended our evening meal to be formal, unusually we were to eat at the dining table, usually we ate in the kitchen seated around the scrubbed pine table.
The three of us were seated at the dining table eating our meal, Sarah sitting on my left, Ruth to the right of me. Like the table, which was covered with a white linen table cloth and lit by candles, all three of us were formally dressed. When I came in from work both women were wearing gowns and looked to be in party mode, Sarah chivvied me to dress “properly” – this involved wearing a tie and my favourite waistcoat.
We had just finished eating the main course when suddenly Ruth grabbed my hand, using both hands she moulded and shaped my hand into a four finger arrow-head, my thumb tucked in. “Oh Jay all this will be in me.” My little sister is the only person I allow to call me Jay, mother used to call me Jay.
“It will little sister.”
“All the way in up to your wrist.” She looked into my eyes. “I want it in no matter how much it hurts.”
“I won’t force you — if you say stop…..”
“If I say stop, or anything else please just ignore me and carry-on.”
“Ruth that is not how it works.” I replied.
I had more to say but Sarah cut in.”Don’t worry Ruth, James will not stop I know exactly what you mean.”
“I wish I did.” This went against everything I knew, all the beliefs I shared with Sarah — or so I thought; like, respect for my sub, caring for my sub.
Sarah turned giving me her serious look. “James listen to your sister, Ruth trusts you, she trusts your experience, she knows you will not cause her damage or any real harm, she also recognises she might panic and cry stop when on reflection she would want you to continue. What she is saying is use her body but care for her.”