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Epiphany (c) Copyright, jules 2002
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  “I love it when your nasty.”

“I love it when you tell me how dirty I am.”

“I love it when you’re my bad girl.”

“I love being your bad girl.”

He stuck his two fingers deeper into her quivering and dripping snatch. His arm moved up and down quickly to give them that up and down, “piston” action.

“Oh sir, I do crave you so.”

“You’re so addicted.”

“You make me need it, sir.”

His two fingers turned into three. The piston action continued only harder, quicker and as deep as his fingers could go.

Her hips wiggled and squirmed in appreciative reciprocation. He was thrilling her steamy pussy and making it want to be filled more then it had ever been filled before. 

The hole was stretching wider then she had ever been opened before, and she loved it. He made her feel so vulnerable but she hungered for what only he could give her.

Three fingers turned into four fingers fucking her wanton slit. It was unbelievable to him that her pussy would stretch this much. He was half afraid of hurting her, having never put four of his large fingers in her pussy before.

“Ah, yes fuck me master. Use your bad girl so completely.” Her deep and sultry voice commanded and whimpered conjointly. Her rotating hips were lifting up off the bed and riding his four fingers. She was lost to anything but the reality of being fucked.

Fingers and hand twisting and turning inside her gaping cunt. He was trying to give it the fucking it was begging and crying out for. Her natural lubrication was making a squishing sound with every move he made, and caused his hand to glide.

“More sir, give my pussy more.”

The only thing left to insert would be his thumb, “oh my God, I will be fisting your sweet hole then baby.”

“Try it sir. I want to be owned and used completely by you. Please let me offer my gift of total submission to you.”

The fingers that were deep within her began to slowly bend at their knuckles. After a few attempts he was able to bend them so the tips of his fingers were touching his palm. 

He pushed his hand into her deeper, with just his thumb left to fit in.

Her exposed and bulging pussy was dancing and convulsing on his semi-fist shaped hand.

He gulped and tried to squeeze his thumb into the hole with the rest of his fist. It was tight but he got it in.

“Oh my God. Oh sir. I have never felt to full in my entire life. Come on and fuck me baby.”

He got up on his knees and pushed his arm straight down and into her cunt. There was no elbow bending just a downward motion from his shoulder. He pushed it in and retracted without removing his fist from her.

Her body was trembling and moving chaotically around his fist. 

“Can I cum please? Oh sir, I can’t stop it anyway.”

Her feet flailed about high in the air as her legs spread as wide as they could go. The fist-filled cunt was thrusting up and out.

He could feel her juice inside of her. His fist was acting like a cork and sealing all of the liquid release deep inside her.

As she gloried in this precious glimmer of time, the thought hit her. She so trusted him that she had begged to be impaled by his fist, and in his doing so it had released her. During this moment she had enjoyed her own epiphany, and began to understand the complete joy of her submission.