This file was obtained from... __ ____ ____ \_\_____ /\ \ / \ / / / \ \/ \/ / H E /----\ L T \ /\ E X \ /\ T O R I E S / / \ / \ / \ / _/ \_ . _/ \_/ . _/ \_/ . Anonymous FTP Text Repository ftp://129.21.108.190 (subject to change) Archive name (8.3): 1stfist.txt Title: First Fisting Experience A.S.S. Code: M/F Fisting Author: Unknown Notes: ************************ {Beginning of original archive}*********************** 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. THE END