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Fay's First Fist Fuck (MF, fisting, bond)
by Purfect 9 (purfect9@aol.com)
(c) May 1998
http://www.members.aol.com/purfect9/
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The following story contains violence and sex, combined. (yikes!) Due
to its content, it should not be read by anyone. PARTICULARLY anyone
who is under 21, either in age or IQ. Also, if your locale does not
recognize the first amendment to the US Constitution (for instance, if
you live in parts of Georgia or Iowa), you may be forbidden to read
on. Check your local laws, and ALWAYS, I mean ALWAYS vote Libertarian.
Also, you are NOT encouraged to try this with your girlfriend. Trust
me, guys, she'll get pissed and it won't be worth it.
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She insisted on saving her precious virginity for marriage, but
whenever he bitched about it too much, she submitted to giving him
head. And on the anniversary of their first date, when he told her he
wanted anal sex, she was ready to submit to that as well. She was
naked and being pushed face down on the bed before she realized that
'anal' didn't mean 'once a year'! She bit her lip and endured that
painful buggering, secretly happy about the misunderstanding. She was
still technically a virgin!
Fist Fucking! Fist Fucking! That's all she ever heard anymore.
Clint's last girlfriend (bitch) had, it seems, let him tie her up and
'fist fuck' her. Finally, she gave in. "FINE! You can fist fuck
me. But I don't see why you have to tie me up first."
"So you don't change your mind and try to squirm out of it." He
told her.
"Whatever" And she lay down as he tied her feet to the bedposts and
her wrists to the headboard. "I don't see how you can fuck my fist
when they are tied so close to the headboard." He smiled, giggled,
and then burst out laughing! She was so clueless about what she had
coming. He gagged her with her panties, and knelt by her buttocks.
He massaged the sweet young cheeks, slowly parting them to drink in
the vision of the tiny pink hole in between. The tanning oil that he
dripped onto her back and buttocks was very warm, hot actually. It
had been out in the sun all day. She was startled by its heat, but
relaxed as he rubbed it into her back, then her upper thighs. Then
his hands glided smoothly to her buttocks, oiling them in a circular
motion which alternately spread then pressed her firm buns together.
Then he pulled them wide apart, doing his best to keep the slippery
skin separated with one hand. She gasped as more hot oil was dripped
right into her crack, each drop stinging like candle wax, especially
those which landed right on the bulls eye of her butthole.
Then both hand were back on her cheeks, the thumbs sliding into
her crack and moving uncomfortably close to her asshole. As one of
his fingers suddenly penetrated her tiny anal hole, Fay stiffened.
Her mind leaped back to the time he had painfully buttfucked her.
"Fist Fuck me! Right now!" She shouted, her words somehow audible
through the gag. She wanted to distract him, get him to place his
cock into her tiny little fist before he got some bright idea about
shoving it up her ass.
"OK, baby, you asked for it!" He pulled his finger out of the
little pink hole, balled up his fist, and pressed his entire fist
against the greasy hole. Then he pushed firmly, denting the entire
ring inward. Then he shoved with brute force, putting all his weight
into the task at hand. As her anal ring was forced into her body by
the unyielding, blunt fist, she saw a flash of bright colors explode
behind her eyes. Then the rings resistance failed as the big fist
punched through. Everything went black as the sphincter muscle locked
snuggly around his thick wrist.
She came to slowly, aware that she was lying in a wet spot. Had
she peed the bed? She tried to roll out of it, but quickly realized
that her hands were tied and that her butt was being fucked! Slowly,
some enormous phallus was being pulled out of her body through her
asshole! Then it reversed directions and slid back in, just as
slowly. The whole area between her asscheeks was sore, and her entire
crotch was throbbing quite painfully. She could feel her heartbeat in
the ring of muscle that clamped firmly onto whatever it was that was
working its way back and forth into her guts.
"What's happening to me?" she thought, and then opened her mouth to
ask that very question out loud. As she encountered the gag, she
remembered a little bit more about her situation. Her boyfriend had
been rubbing oil on her and then, and then he had pressed his fist
against her butt. And he was still there, kneeling behind her-not
close enough to have inserted his cock into her stretched ass. OH MY
GOD! IT WAS HIS ARM! HIS ARM WAS IN HER BODY! UP HER ASS! OH MY
GOD! What had he done to her! He was ruining her body! Killing her!
She must be dying, right? You can't just have an arm shoved up your
butt and still live, right? But even as she fully regained her
consciousness, the arm continued to piston back and forth between her
wide-spread buttocks.
She panicked, trying desperately to pull away with all her might.
She squirmed wildly, screaming wordlessly into her gag. But, pinned
to the bed, there was no where for her to escape. She was squirming
around her impalement more than away from it, and he mistook her
writhing as a signal that she had finally begun to enjoy it. He was
certain her screams were exactly what he wanted them to be: Screams
of ecstasy! And so he increased the pace, ramming his hairy arm
faster and deeper into her ass!
The additional pain made her fight harder. Her increased struggles
made him fist-fuck her more vigorously. The more she struggled, the
harder and deeper he punched into her body.
Then something wildly unexpected happened. Her clit began to
tingle. Her whole crotch was being manipulated, pushed and pulled as
her rectum traveled repeatedly up and down the length of his forearm.
The sensitive nerve endings of her anus had been numbed by the brutal
attack, but they were somehow connected to her vaginal erogenous
zones. Her pussy lips fluttered, the walls of her love tunnel
suddenly secreting a copious flow of unneeded lubricant. For the
first time she realized how sore her sensitive nipples had become from
sliding around unprotected on the percale sheet. Sore, but hard as
diamonds! God, if only someone was there to suck on them right now!
It would take her mind of the awful, obscene, agonizing rectal attack.
If only Luke Perry was sucking on her tits right now, alternating from
one to the other! And if only Leonardo DiCaprio were licking the
excess juice from her pussy!
Suddenly her boyfriend, (or was it a masked Negro intruder, like in
her fantasies?) placed his free hand on her left buttock, to control
her violent thrashing. God how she loved having her buttocks grabbed.
From her ass, from her pussy, from her tits, a warm flush of euphoria
rushed toward her brain stem. AUUUUURRRRRGGGGGHHHHHH!!!! She wailed
into her gag, swooning as waves of pleasure washed over her body as
she came. Her traumatized sphincter muscle clamped rhythmically onto
his invading arm, squeezing tightly enough to slow his thrusting. Her
orgasm was so intense, she almost passed out again. The pleasure was
fleeting, however, pushed aside by the reality of the ordeal. Her
body went limp as his arm quit moving for the first time, buried
nearly to the elbow inside her.
It hit her all at once just how sore she really was. Her whole body
ached, but especially her asshole and her nipples. And then the
humiliation kicked in with full force. What had he done to her? What
had he done!!! Tears welled up in her eyes as she began to softly sob
as he gently pulled his arm back, her guts clinging tightly to his
skin as though they didn't want to release it. His slow withdrawal
created a vacuum in her intestines, and suddenly she had a really bad
tummy ache to go with all her other discomfort.
For some reason, his slow retreat hurt her just as badly as his
violent punching motions had. Suddenly, several inches slipped out
all at once, causing her to gasp. The tortured ring of weak muscle
now encircled his wrist.
Best way to do this is fast, like a band-aid he thought. She felt him
brace himself, holding her butt down with his free hand. This is
gonna hurt! she realized, and then suddenly, he yanked it out! She
was certain she actually heard a sound as it pulled back, like that of
a cork coming out of a champagne bottle. She inhaled sharply at the
added agony of her worn-out muscle being stretched to the limit once
more. Her inward gasp caused her panty gag to enter her windpipe.
She gagged, coughed and choked, pulling the material outward with her
tongue.
Her boyfriend stared with amazement at the huge gaping black hole
which used to be her cute little pink anus. When he saw that she was
having trouble breathing, he reached up and pulled the gag from her
mouth entirely. "So, how did you like your first fist-fuck, Fay?"
She couldn't help but laugh, realizing that she had misunderstood his
sinister intentions once again. Some days it just didn't pay to be a
blonde.