Teaching Gail

Gail walked in wearing glasses and holding her books like they might save her. Then she stripped them off along with everything else. She asked us to film her trying something new. Fisting. No practice, no easing in, just the real thing, first time. She lay back on the couch and opened her thighs wide. Her own fingers went in first. Two, three, four. She pushed harder. Her wrist bent. The thumb tucked against her palm. Then the whole hand disappeared past the knuckles. The skin around her cunt stretched white. Veins stood out on her forearm. She gasped once and kept going. We watched her wrist twist inside her, slow, deliberate. Her breathing changed. She smiled through it, eyes glassy behind those black frames she’d put back on. The camera caught every tremor, every inch she managed to take.