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my pussy feeling empty and needy.
"I'm not going to take you here now. Not until I've stretched you enough in preparation. Do you like the feel of my thumb, baby? You don't have to answer, I can see you do."
"This is wrong," I countered, then moaned as he pushed in a little more. My body tightened in resistance.
"Oh no, this is so right." His thumb kept circling, circling, in an almost hypnotic way. Finn was gentle, considering what he was doing to me, allowing me to relax - as best I could - and know that he was going to be gentle. My breath escaped me in little pants, the air warm, my skin hot. And so I sunk into the chair, sunk into the new sensations he wrought from my body. At just the moment when I gave up the fight and his thumb sunk in, two fingers from his other hand slid into my pussy. I came. It was so unexpected, the combination of both holes being filled, the slightly painful sensation of his thumb embedded within me, had me crying out.
"Finn, oh yes!"
He worked me, fucking me with his fingers and thumb as my pleasure swamped me like a deluge.
As I recovered, he slipped his fingers from me, but left his thumb within, holding it still. Leaning forward, he kissed my damp nape. "Don't go anywhere," he murmured.
All at once, his body heat was gone and his thumb was pulled from me. With those sensitive tissues awakened, I cried out once again. I couldn't move even if I'd wanted to. He'd wrung me like a wet cloth, wilted and replete. He was only away for a few seconds. I heard the sound of a lid opening, like a jelly jar, tin on glass. I couldn't push myself up enough to see over the tall back of the chair. Finn leaned against me again, held something down near my face. "Know what this is?" he asked.
I frowned at the small object. "It's...it's a sock darner."
"Good girl." He pulled his hand away and then brought it back, holding several of them. The were made of wood, each with a long narrow handle with a broad head that went inside the toe of a sock allowing a hole to be repaired by needle and thread. But I was naked and sprawled over the back of a chair, my husband's thumb had just been inside of me, I had a feeling he was not about to darn socks.
"These were in Mrs. Campbell's sewing basket. I've confiscated them for another use. I think they will work quite well to train your ass. See, three sizes."
I gulped. "Finn, those are very large."
"None are as big as my cock. See this one - the smallest? I'll use it first and we'll work up to the largest."
"Right now?" The biggest one was daunting. His thumb had felt enormous. I had no idea how I could handle something of that size...there, even though its girth was truly smaller than Finn. This directed my thoughts back to Finn's cock; surely it would never fit.
He dropped the larger of the sock darners onto the seat cushion, the small one remaining in his hand. "Just this one for now." He stood upright and only a moment later, I felt something cold at my back entrance. "Just my thumb, baby. It's coated in a slick lubricant to slide in easily."
He worked me there some more, coating me with the greasy substance, which soon had his thumb sliding over me with ease. Every so often, his thumb would disappear, only to return coated with additional amounts of the cold substance, only to retreat entirely.
"This might be a sock darner, but it makes a very nice ass plug. Relax, Caro. I'm in no rush. Just relax and let it in."
The hard object, much larger and more demanding than Finn's thumb, was at my ass, Finn slowly pushing it against the ring of muscle, then retreating. He was taking his time, as if lulling my body into complacency, because after a few minutes, the broad head of the object did indeed slip inside. With the flared head, it stretched me wide, only to taper and allow me to close around it almost all the way. With Finn's fingers on the handle, he was able to adjust it so it was well seated.
I groaned at the feeling of being filled. Before, it was just
"I'm not going to take you here now. Not until I've stretched you enough in preparation. Do you like the feel of my thumb, baby? You don't have to answer, I can see you do."
"This is wrong," I countered, then moaned as he pushed in a little more. My body tightened in resistance.
"Oh no, this is so right." His thumb kept circling, circling, in an almost hypnotic way. Finn was gentle, considering what he was doing to me, allowing me to relax - as best I could - and know that he was going to be gentle. My breath escaped me in little pants, the air warm, my skin hot. And so I sunk into the chair, sunk into the new sensations he wrought from my body. At just the moment when I gave up the fight and his thumb sunk in, two fingers from his other hand slid into my pussy. I came. It was so unexpected, the combination of both holes being filled, the slightly painful sensation of his thumb embedded within me, had me crying out.
"Finn, oh yes!"
He worked me, fucking me with his fingers and thumb as my pleasure swamped me like a deluge.
As I recovered, he slipped his fingers from me, but left his thumb within, holding it still. Leaning forward, he kissed my damp nape. "Don't go anywhere," he murmured.
All at once, his body heat was gone and his thumb was pulled from me. With those sensitive tissues awakened, I cried out once again. I couldn't move even if I'd wanted to. He'd wrung me like a wet cloth, wilted and replete. He was only away for a few seconds. I heard the sound of a lid opening, like a jelly jar, tin on glass. I couldn't push myself up enough to see over the tall back of the chair. Finn leaned against me again, held something down near my face. "Know what this is?" he asked.
I frowned at the small object. "It's...it's a sock darner."
"Good girl." He pulled his hand away and then brought it back, holding several of them. The were made of wood, each with a long narrow handle with a broad head that went inside the toe of a sock allowing a hole to be repaired by needle and thread. But I was naked and sprawled over the back of a chair, my husband's thumb had just been inside of me, I had a feeling he was not about to darn socks.
"These were in Mrs. Campbell's sewing basket. I've confiscated them for another use. I think they will work quite well to train your ass. See, three sizes."
I gulped. "Finn, those are very large."
"None are as big as my cock. See this one - the smallest? I'll use it first and we'll work up to the largest."
"Right now?" The biggest one was daunting. His thumb had felt enormous. I had no idea how I could handle something of that size...there, even though its girth was truly smaller than Finn. This directed my thoughts back to Finn's cock; surely it would never fit.
He dropped the larger of the sock darners onto the seat cushion, the small one remaining in his hand. "Just this one for now." He stood upright and only a moment later, I felt something cold at my back entrance. "Just my thumb, baby. It's coated in a slick lubricant to slide in easily."
He worked me there some more, coating me with the greasy substance, which soon had his thumb sliding over me with ease. Every so often, his thumb would disappear, only to return coated with additional amounts of the cold substance, only to retreat entirely.
"This might be a sock darner, but it makes a very nice ass plug. Relax, Caro. I'm in no rush. Just relax and let it in."
The hard object, much larger and more demanding than Finn's thumb, was at my ass, Finn slowly pushing it against the ring of muscle, then retreating. He was taking his time, as if lulling my body into complacency, because after a few minutes, the broad head of the object did indeed slip inside. With the flared head, it stretched me wide, only to taper and allow me to close around it almost all the way. With Finn's fingers on the handle, he was able to adjust it so it was well seated.
I groaned at the feeling of being filled. Before, it was just
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