Fist Play with Doris Ivy and Candy Sweet

Doris and Candy spent the whole afternoon buried in each other, slipping fists past slick, yielding lips and opening up. Their bodies bent with almost no effort, legs wide behind their heads or folded tight beneath them. They worked each other slowly at first, fingers held together and slick with both of them, then eased past knuckles, past resistance, until their wrists disappeared inside the other’s heat. The room filled with wet sounds every time one of them pushed deeper and the other sighed around it. We joined for the last half hour—watching Candy slide her entire hand into Doris right up to her watch strap, holding her open while Doris shook through the stretch, her stomach trembling. Then they turned, giving each other the same until they both lay stretched and spent, skin damp, thighs trembling.