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Archive name (8.3): 1stfist.txt
Title: First Fisting Experience
A.S.S. Code: M/F Fisting
Author: Unknown
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        One of my husband Bobby's friends, an avid and kinky 
homosexual named Burt got drunk with us a few nights ago.  The drunker 
he got the more he talked about his sexual experiences - particularly 
fist fucking.  Because our couch was out being reupholstered, we were 
all sitting on the bed.  I could tell Bobby was hot from the 
description of his homo friend's fist fucking experiences because he 
got undressed.

        "Want to try it hon?" I teased.  I reached under the sheet and 
tugged at his pink hole.

        Bobby's eyes lit up.  He covered my hot body with his and 
started on by pussy.  In my youth, I'd stuffed every imaginable item 
up my hole from soda bottles to summer squash.  Certainly the loving 
fist of my husband wouldn't be too difficult to handle.  Bobby handled 
me just fine, brushing my hairy cunt lips with his tender finger tips.  
My pussy heated fast with bubbly juices.  When he pinched and rubbed 
hard on my clit, I moaned real loud.  He tongue kissed me, pressing my 
head deep into the pillow.  both of us were super horny, knowing we 
were about to try something new and different.  I stroked Bobby's 
beautiful boner to drive him on.  All at once, the juices spurted out 
of my pussy.  My opening was wide and waited for more finger fucking.

        Bobby moved between ny legs and kissed my pussy, sending 
shivers up and down my back.  He gulped down some of my secretions and 
teased my twat with his tongue.  I couldn't stand it!  I called out, 
"DO IT!"  He then pushed three fingers inside me and the sticky stuff 
kept on coming out of me.  Gyrating my hips hard against his hand, I 
swallowed up the rest of his fingers.  When he jabbed really hard, 
Bobby pushed all of his fist into my fuck hole.  God!  What a felling!  
He didn't do a thing for the longest time,  except look down at my 
pussy which enveloped him up to his wrist.  He kissed my tummy and 
then started stroking inside me.  The new sensation made me howl with 
pleasure.  And also a little pain.  "Am I hurting you?" he wanted to 
know.

        "It's okay," I said between shallow breaths.  "It feels damn 
good, Bobby.  Damn good!"

        He picked up on my response and really went to work.  Pumping 
his fist in and out of my pussy, he slapped the inner walls of my wet 
cunt, making me cum in wave after warm wave.  I rocked hard against 
his fist and wrist, tried reaching for his cock but fell back almost 
unconscious.  Bobby really got off then, jabbing and punching the 
inside of my pussy with piston like thrusts.  When he finally withdrew 
his hand, I took his fingers and licked all the sticky wet stuff.  I 
told him how great I felt and asked him to do it again.  He did and 
after my next climax, he finished me off with his cock.  We lay 
together for the longest time, getting off on the warm afterglow of 
great sex.  We promised to make fisting a regular part of our raunchy 
repertoire.



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