Hussy takes me to her motel room. I get to fist her.
Chapter 13:
Geri Has a Fisting Fetish
Back on the boat I quickly poured a generous tumbler of scotch even though it was just mid-afternoon. I was confused, disturbed, intrigued, dumbfounded - all at the same time. I needed to sort out what had just happened with Joan. The picture of her gorgeous face as I was fucking her sweet pussy was burned into my memory forever. And the images I conjured of her pastor fucking her ass and sliding his long cock in the mouth of that beautiful face just wouldn't leave me alone. My dick was now hard, and I realized that although I had fucked all her holes long and hard, I still had that urge to cum again. I took a big gulp of my drink and pulled out my best friend.
As I closed my eyes and began stroking him, I fantasized about being her pastor - rough fucking her swollen cunt, shooting my load into her mouth, having her long arms reach through and cradle my balls as I fucked her ass doggy style. My mind created the pastor’s office, with Joan bent over, taking it in both lower holes; created the choir room and imagined how the pastor had her sit and service his cock; I fantasized that it was me, with the pastor’s long dick, getting to slide all of it in Joan’s holes. Her phenomenal beauty was like an icon, etched in my memory. It didn't take long for me to shoot a load up on my belly as I lay there.
Satisfied once again, I slugged down my drink and poured another. I needed to get drunk to escape the mental torture Joan had put me through. I needed a diversion. Pulled out my list of names. I was now down to the last name on the list: Sandy. Dialed her up and got VM. Left my name & number and why I was calling. Hung up and swigged my drink; the alcohol was starting to work, blurring my memory. Within moments my phone rang. "Hi. This is Sandy, returning your call. I screen my calls, that's why I didn't pick up." We chatted for a few minutes. She sounded really sweet. We arranged to meet onshore at 10 the next morning.
With the evening free, I decided to visit the bar I had seen down the road. Onshore, I walked the two blocks to the pub, downing a beer and smoking a joint on the way. The bar was typical backwoods Florida, pool table, deer antler mounts, a few neon signs. It was dark inside but I found an empty stool at the bar. A young college-aged dude served me as I surveyed the crowd. Half full of rednecks playing pool or huddled around a table covered in empty beer bottles. A third full of hussy blondes, tiny blue jean skirts, racks busting out of too tight tops. Some were made up pretty well as I watched them work the guys for their next drink. One of them flirted with guy, bent low to show her tits as a distraction, and took some money off his table. She sashayed over to the jukebox and chose an upbeat country song. As it played, she twirled and danced for the guy she was flirting with. Pretty obvious that he was getting some pussy tonight!
Shortly, two tramps came in, looked around, and approached the bar to order. They were standing right next to me. “Hey, Bob. Two double tequila’s” as she slapped a twenty on the bar. They started their girl talk, one saying “Oh, there’s Frank. He treated me good last week, if you know what I mean. And there’s Tommy. He knows how to fuck!” The other replied “Yeah. Same old, same old. I’m tired of these lame ass rednecks. I want something different tonight.” Bob brought their drinks and they did a “cheers” to each other as they downed their doubles in one gulp. “Set ‘em up again, Bob.” Bob poured two more as the first one said “Well, you chase something different. I’m gonna hook up with Tommy. Later….”
When she left, the other turned to me. “Howdy, stranger. Don’t think I’ve seen you in here before.” “Hey. I’m Sailor. What’s your name?” “What do you want it to be?” I studied her, top to bottom. She had bleach blonde hair, to her shoulders, brown eyes, a 38DD rack only partly covered by a tight fitting mostly unbuttoned blouse, narrow waist but broad hips wrapped in tiny jean shorts. “Turn around. Let me see your backside before I give you a name.” She spun around revealing a solid ass, her butt cheeks well-defined. “I think I want you to be Geri tonight. Geri alright with you?” “Geri it is. What brings you around Sailor? Lookin for some fun? Some action?” “Well, that sure would be nice but I kinda don’t fit in. I think my chances of getting any action are pretty slim. I mean, look at me. I’m not a 30 year old studly hunk now, am I?” She let out a nervous laugh. “Oh, Sailor. It’s not always about what you look like on the outside. You’re a handsome guy and you have a certain air about you … you’re vibing. I feel it.” “You’re charming in your own way, Geri, I must say” as I looked down and examined her ample breasts. “I’d like to get to know you better, talk a little. Is there anywhere less crowded that we can go?”
She drained her drink, left the change on the counter, and grabbed me by the arm. “Come with me, Sailor. I know just the place.” She led me out of the bar and we strolled to the next block. There was a seedy, fifteen room motel and she headed right toward it. She got a key out of her bag and unlocked the door. Standard seedy motel room. One big bed, a dresser with a TV and several half empty bottles of various booze. “Can I pour you a drink?” she asked as she clinked ice into two glasses. “Whatever you’re having, Geri.” She lit a cigarette and sat on the end of the bed. I pulled out a joint and sat next to her. We sipped our drinks and passed the joint in silence, giving sidewards glances to each other. The sexual tension was definitely in the air. Thick.
She drained her drink and grabbed my now empty glass, refilling them. When she handed it back to me she said “I don’t know about you but I’m feeling … uh … feeling loose. That was some pretty potent pot, Mr. Sailor. I’m really high and my mind is running wild.” “Where’s it going? How wild? Anyplace I’d be interested in?” “Oh, if you only knew, partner. If you only knew.” “You can’t drop that on me and leave me hanging. If I only knew what?” “I’m a fetish freak. My fetish is fisting. I crave a man’s whole fist either in my cunt or up my ass.” Whoa!! Wasn’t expecting that. I’ve never really done that. Three fingers is about all I’ve done. “I’ve never done that Geri. But I’d sure like to try. Can you show me?”
Geri stripped off her clothes and grabbed some lube. She lay on her back on the bed and spread her legs. She had a large fuckbox, shaved. Her pussy lips were also large and protruded from her slit. She rocked her hips up and took a big glob of lube in her hand. She started rubbing it on her snatch, smearing it around. I stripped down and sat on the bed next to her. “Just start finger fucking my twat, get it loosened up, then keep adding more fingers. Finger fuck me till she loosens up, then fold your hand a slip it in. Nothing to it.” I started toying with her pussy, using only my fingers. As I got a jackhammer rhythm going, I kept adding more fingers. She used one hand to play with her clit and started groaning, sucking air in between her clenched teeth. I soon got to where I had four fingers up her hole and it was loosening up nicely.
“That’s it, Sailor. That’s it. Keep banging my cunt with your fingers. Pound it hard, you can’t hurt it. Pound it!” I was ramming my hand against her pussy when she reached down with her free hand and grabbed my wrist. She pushed it into her cunt, she wanted more. I folded my hand and, with her help pushing, got my whole hand inside her vagina. When it popped in she let out a loud gasp. Nervous that I’d break something in there, I kept my fist clenched and just applied pressure in and out. You could tell by her moans that she was enjoying this. She kept her free hand on my wrist and tried to use my hand like a dildo. She’d push it up her cunt harder and faster, all the while raging on her clit. Suddenly, she screamed out “Holy Fuck! Oh, Jesus! OH MY GODDDD!!!” Her pussy was instantly drenched, a sloppy mess. I kept pumping my fist in her pussy as the juices made sloppy sounds.
After she came, she released my wrist. I slid my hand out of her pussy and saw her wide open, gaping cunt. It was opening and closing, almost in spasms. Not quite sure what to do next, I wiped my hand on the sheets and grabbed my drink. “That was fun” I exclaimed in an excited voice. “If you only knew, Sailor. If you only knew.” “Hey! I’ve heard that before. Now I do know. What’s it like in your ass?”
“Give me a minute and we’ll find out” she said as she got her drink. Then she got up and went to the bathroom. I could hear her running water and cleaning herself up. Then the toilet flush. I took the opportunity to drop my shorts and start stroking my cock. When she returned, she saw me lying on the bed, my hand entertaining my friend. She climbed on the bed, between my legs with her face right above my manhood. It was nearly hard. Her hand grabbed it at the base and she lowered her mouth onto it. Her lips were wet and she put them around his head. Her tongue swirled around it as she began sliding her mouth up and down on it. She’d stop every so often, jack him off a bit, then spit on him before putting him back in her mouth. It was feeling good to have my cock sucked and I pitched in by working my hips up and down. I was fucking her mouth while she was sliding my dick in and out, in rhythm.
Before I felt any tingling down there, she stopped and said in a commanding voice “It’s time to explore my asshole, Sailor. You ready?” “I am if you are.” She got on all fours at the edge of the bed. “First, I want you to ream my ass with your hard cock. Get it all stretched out. Then switch to your fingers and hand. Treat it just like my cunt. You won’t hurt it.”
I lubed up my shaft and squirted a generous amount on her tiny red cherry. I smeared the lube around, pushing my finger in to get her tight orifice ready. Then I guided my dick there, pushing his head against her opening. There wasn’t much resistance; it popped in without too much trouble. Usually, I find that assholes are really tight at first. They wrap around the shaft, squeezing it and making it difficult to enter. Geri’s was much looser, right from the start. I easily slid my cock up her hole, getting it balls deep right away. I grabbed her hips for support and started fucking her ass, the whole thing sliding in and out. In order to get her stretched out some, I began pounding it, ramming my rock hard dick up her ass. I showed no mercy. I thrashed at her backside, power fucking her hole. She was grunting and moaning.
Then she reached around and pulled her butt cheeks apart. “Now, Sailor, now. Jamb your hand up my butt. Get it all in there. Fist fuck my ass you old pervert.” I pulled my dick out of her and squirted more lube on my hand. I inserted three fingers up her anus no problem. I worked them in and out, then folded my hand again and forced it into her asshole. By now her ass was stretched wide enough that my hand easily slid inside. As with her pussy, I kept my fist clenched and started pumping it in and out. She was gasping and groaning. “Son of a bitch, that feels good” she cried out. “Jesus, I love having my ass fist fucked. Keep it up, Sailor. Don’t stop. I’m loving this, I want this, don’t stop!” I kept up pushing my whole hand in and out, much to her delight. I’d pull it out and see her asshole, gaping wide. Then I’d shove my hand back in there, twisting it around. I reamed her ass for what seemed like hours until she screamed out, squirted a full load from her pussy and collapsed forward on her belly. She lay on the bed, panting and moaning while I went to the bath to rinse my hand.
When I returned, Geri was lying on the bed, smoking a cigarette. “Well, Sailor. What’d you think? As good as you imagined?” “It was wonderful, Geri. Thanks for letting me do that.” “Oh, God, Sailor. You’ve got it backwards: Thank You! And after that, I’m about to pass out. Can you find your way home?” “I think so, Geri. I think so.”