Chapter 32 A Fist To Remember

I could already see how much she craved my attention, so I decided to give her something that would demean her even further.

She paused, staring at me.

"I thought I was supposed to please you."

I smiled.

"It does please me."

Ironically, she seemed to crave my touch even more, and my request appeared to disappoint her. She hesitated, seemingly expecting something entirely different. Perhaps she thought touching me herself would make the contrast even more pronounced.

But that wasn’t what I wanted.

I wanted to see her touch herself right in front of me.

"Touch yourself right in front of me."

She lowered her head.

"No, I don’t think I can."

"Are you sure?"

She hesitated before taking a deep breath.

"Okay."

"Draw your chair back," I muttered. "And spread your legs. Let me see."

She paused briefly before dragging her chair back and settling into it.

I stood there, watching her.

"Spread your legs."

She did as I asked.

Her panties were already damp, a clear indication of how consumed her thoughts had become by the idea of me touching her. One intimate fantasy after another had been running through her mind, each following the other.

I muttered to her, telling her to move it to the side and shift her panties.

She hesitated for a moment before pushing her panties aside, revealing her twitching pussy lips.

They looked gorgeous, perfectly damp, with her juices trickling down toward her asshole.

I wanted her to squirt there while I watched.

She hesitated slightly, but before she knew it, her fingers had already begun to move. She didn’t even need much imagination. The feeling she had experienced, having my huge cock stuffed in her mouth, was enough to make her begin moving her fingers in smooth, circular motions as she pleased herself.

I kept my lips steady, watching as she touched herself, her fingers rubbing directly against her clit.

Before long, a moan slipped from her lips. Without saying much, she moved her fingers up to her shirt and pulled down one side, allowing one of her huge, cow-sized breasts to spill out.

As it dropped, I noticed that her nipple was already hardened, almost as though it were begging to be milked.

With each twitch, her pussy and asshole seemed to twitch in synchronization.

She continued touching herself, then moved her fingers to her nipple, gently rubbing it as she stared at me.

"Do you like it like this?" she asked softly.

I smiled as I watched my ivory pleasure herself. She rubbed her clit, her legs trembling before she suddenly slumped.

She pushed two fingers into her pussy before adding a third. But she didn’t stop there. She continued pushing in more fingers, all while maintaining eye contact with me. Her other hand squeezed her breast, moving in slow, circular motions as she stared at me.

She seemed lost in her fantasies, reliving what I had done to her asshole.

"I’m not impressed," I muttered.

She paused, raising an eyebrow. "You’re not impressed?"

"I don’t feel like you mean it. I need to make sure you do it properly," I replied.

She stared at me for a moment, seemingly considering my words before finally asking, "What should I do, then?"

I held her gaze.

"I want you to fist your pussy and asshole at the same time," I muttered.

Ivy’s lips agaped almost immediately.

A few moments passed, but she still hadn’t done anything. She simply kept staring at me, making no attempt to start.

I raised a brow and muttered, "You didn’t? What’s the problem? Didn’t you understand what I said? What? You don’t understand what I meant?"

"No, it’s not that," she stuttered. After a brief hesitation, she explained that she had simply never imagined herself doing something like that before.

"Isn’t that a bit much?"

I huffed. "A bit much? No, I don’t think it’s a bit much." I leaned closer. "You’re the one who wants to... You want to touch. You want the content to have more value, don’t you? But you’re going to have to put in a little extra, then. So go on and do it."

My tone was firm and commanding, without the slightest trace of respect.

Somehow, that only made her feel more compelled to obey. She longed to be with me, but giving herself in that way was something she wasn’t entirely sure about.

After another moment of hesitation, she slowly slipped one of her fingers inside. A slight ache, mixed with pleasure, ran through her, making her bite her lips tightly as she looked at me.

I maintained my grin, keeping my eyes on her as she continued, shamefully pushing more of her fingers inside her pussy.

"Don’t forget your asshole." I added.

She remained hesitant, her cheeks growing even redder. Despite my command, she still seemed unable to overcome her embarrassment. Eventually, she used two of her other fingers to touch her asshole.

Seeing her hesitation, I decided to help her out a little.

I erased the previous illustration of me stuffing my dick into her ass and replaced it with a new one. This time, I conjured an illustration of her lying on the ground with her legs spread wide, one hand positioned on her pussy and the other on her asshole.

Thankfully it was an intrusion so I could easily stuff her entire fist into her wet twitching pussy as well as her gaping asshole which i could see had been lubricatrd from the severe dampness of her pussy.

With that, I sent the thoughts into her mind. The moment they took hold, she shuddered, her eyes widening.

’No!’ she cursed inwardly, but the thoughts refused to disappear.

Instead, they lingered, leaving her with the persistent sensation of having both fists stuffed inside her asshole and pussy. And the best part was that she could already experience the pleasure through the thoughts alone.

At first, her pussy was visibly twitching. Four of her fingers were already inside, and it seemed to move in sync with her asshole, almost as though both were urging her to put in more fingers.

A moan slipped from her lips, her cheeks growing progressively redder as she kept her eyes on me. I watched her with a smile.

"Oh, do you need my help, Ivy?"

She looked at me. Despite how much she wanted to do it, she still couldn’t figure out how she could possibly fit both hands inside her special places.

Her cheeks flushed even further, but she still wanted to satisfy me. After a moment, she gently nodded.

I smiled and rose from my chair, walking over to her with steady steps. When I reached her, one of my hands moved to her breasts, gently squeezing one.

Her eyes remained locked on mine.

I could feel her breathing growing heavier. Even without any particular touch of lust, she was already enjoying every bit of my touch.

Meanwhile, my other hand slipped lower, reaching for my sisters other hand which had two of her sexy little fingers inside her asshole.

At the very least, she had made a valid attempt , managing to fit four fingers into her pussy. She had done a significant job, but now I needed to make sure her other hand matched.

I gently pulled the finger out of her asshole and guided both hands together, bringing all five fingers close. I held them in place, and the moment I brought them closer, a gasp escaped her lips as her breathing grew heavier.

"Take steady breaths," I said with a smile. "You’re going to love it."

However, with her fingers still inside her pussy and my hand guiding her moulded fist into her tight twitching asshole I heard a short ruckus coming from a few steps away.

I was too immersed in the process of fisting my sister that I barely spared the ruckus a single thought.

So, I gently rubbed Ivy’s little moulded fists along her slightly gaping asshole.

Mmm~??

She moaned shamelessly as she pushed more and more of her fingers into her pussy.

It seemed drastic to have even thought about doing this, but her lewd eyes continuously encouraged me to keep pushing and guiding her fists into her asshole.

Mmm-! Milo!!??

Ivy cried, biting her lips the more I pushed her fist into her asshole.

I had just pushed a little bit into her gaping asshole when a figure stepped into the corner of my vision.

I stopped almost immediately and glanced at the figure at my side. My eyes widened almost immediately and Ivy following my gaze caught a glimpse of the figure as well.

It was Vanessa. Fuck.

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