Although we’ve addressed the topic of pussy fisting on my vagina blog before from rough to gentle to self-fisting to that of the extreme vaginal insertion variety…
…I’ve never mentioned how I’d “cum” to be exposed to pussy fisting in the first place. As it goes, I’d first heard about something vaguely sexual called The Open Lotus from a work mate of mine. Although he had never explained it completely, I did glean from his overt erogenous references that it was some sort of girl’s genital massage technique, but little else.
Fast forward a few years to when the two of us had to attend an out-of-town conference together and, because of budget restraints, I was forced to share a hotel room with him and his personal assistant (who was a woman, but with her sleeping on one single bed, him on another and me stuck on the couch, before you get the wrong impression too early). One evening, the three of us found ourselves at loose ends holed up in the hotel room, so I thought I’d snatch the opportunity to enquire further into the whole Open Lotus thing. But I, hoping only for an explanation, ended up getting far more than I’d bargained for since, as soon as his sexually explicit description of what turned out to be internal pussy massage began to unfold, his assistant said she’d be willing to volunteer her vagina for a hands-on (or, in this case, hands-in) demonstration!
[Oh, and apologies for all the personal pronouns I'm employing, but I fear it would be all too easy to revert to real names had I attempted changing them to protect the not so innocent.]
Not even giving him enough time to agree, she stripped off her trousers, pulled down her panties and laid half-naked, spread eagle bottomless on the bed. Without so much as a moment’s hesitation, he began by kneeling between her spread legs and placed one hand palm down on each inner thigh. Then, with his thumbs pressing down gently to either side of her sexual slit just above the perineum, began massaging her labia majora upward, careful not to contact the labia minora as it’s lips became swollen, aroused in erotic excitement over the tactile stimulus of his unfamiliar touch compressing her cunt flaps together with each sensual stroke. Every time he reached the apex of his female subject’s sexual anatomy, he’d slowly and gently squeeze her clitoris between the soft, silky flesh of her nude pubic mound to avoid overstimulation of the sensitive clitoral erection growing yet still concealed within the diaphanous feminine folds of her still semi-flaccid clit hood through more direct means.
As his massage technique changed from straight upward strokes to downward, outward arcs, starting just above the fleshy cusp of her clitoris and tracing over the hidden horseshoe of clitoral tissue which lay beneath her supple skin, I began to notice the sticky, sweet, sensual sounds of moist labia lips smacking almost imperceptibly against each other as a wetness rose from deep within. From there, it wasn’t long before her soaking wet vagina began leaking its natural lubricant – not so much gushing as merely a slow, gentle trickle – and, each time it did, he’d allow his phallic fingers to brush against her perineum and gather up her glistening genital juices to use in the manner of an intensely sexual massage oil.
To cut a long story short, since we’re less than ten minutes into the story and all the different methods of genital manipulation for a full Open Lotus took well over an hour, suffice it to say that he left the most sensitive pussy parts of her female genitalia untouched throughout the entire operation, instead leaving more remote neurological impulses to do all the work of arousal. Until he suddenly stopped, leaving her laying half-naked on the bed, well steeped and stewing in a slippery wet puddle of her own vaginal juices for but a brief moment’s eternity, before extending his right index finger to touch her clit and, with feather light pressure, slide down her sex slit in one single sweep.
And that’s when it happened; with labia lips unfurled like the pretty, petite petals of some fleshy pussy flower, I beheld the sublime womanly beauty of her vagina opening wide enough to expose her innermost sexual sanctum, as if some magic words had been uttered to encourage her fully engorged genitals to begin gaping before my very eyes – The Open Lotus! Although I could but stand there totally transfixed at this sexy sight, my mate carried on with his erotic ritual, slowly inserting two, then three, then four fingers into the sexual orifice offering its open invitation to penetration, probing then pausing and partially pulling out of her pussy each time to ensure additional lubrication of his depth seeking digits. Finally, forming what looked like someone making a shadow puppet of a bird head, he added his thumb and, with a few gentle twists, plunged his whole hand in her pussy, fisting her up to the wrist, and commenced in her cunt a deep, internal vagina massage which seemed to go on forever.
Sadly, I can’t share any such graphic details of the inner vaginal massage techniques he’d employed in this most invasive yet intimate masturbation method, as all I could see was my friend with his fist buried up to the wrist with a woman writhing in orgasmic ecstasy attached to the end of his arm (’twas a most bizarre sight, to say the least, since I’d never seen anything quite like it before). It wasn’t ’til I got to try pussy fisting massage myself a couple of decades later I was able to experience “first hand” (pun intended) the genital joy of masturbating a girl from the inside out and, in feeling my way through those well-endowed wonders which lay well within, allow her body to teach me internal twat topography of the female sexual anatomy from a purely tactile perspective (ah, but that’s another story for another time, not to mention one that I’ve occasionally touched upon in the past).
And, although my secret sex lesson that night did turn into a good genital massage with a happy ending for all involved (having seemed so very clinical and Platonic up to that point [thus my need to protect guilty parties apart from myself]) multiple orgasms later, I’d best finish off for now and leave that sordid (and somewhat funny) tale for a future date as well. But, to celebrate yet another fond memory of mutual masturbation behavior gone by, here’s what served as a more erotic reminder of my Tantric Open Lotus experience cumming pussy loving courtesy of Hegre-Art.com…
…finally, albeit not being in full fisting form, a brief preview from one of the many pussy massage videos from Hegre-Art.com:
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