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Fist-Love (MF, fisting)
by Anonymous Author - 1991
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The first time was with Ginger, and I still feel a little
guilty about that. I'm a married woman, but throughout the five
years of my marriage I have had to have sex with other women from
time to time. I just couldn't keep my sanity without it. I
remember when it happened. Don was at work and Ginger was over at
my house. We'd been making love most of the morning. I had just
met Ginger, a tall, lovely blonde, at the supermarket two weeks
before this, and we were still at that stage when you just can't
get enough of each other's bodies.
I was sitting on the edge of the pool and Ginger swam over
and started fooling around. Pretty soon she had my bikini bottoms
off and was eating my pussy while I sprawled beside the pool, the
sun beating down on me, my legs dangling in the water. Something
about doing it outside like that made me twice as excited as
usual, and I could feel the juices flowing inside my cunt.
Ginger's tiny little hands were busy on me, rubbing my clit
while she thrust her tongue deep inside me tickling my asshole,
finally dipping into my cunt. She got a finger in, then two,
three, finally all four. She was stirring me inside, touching me
in a way I had never been touched before. Ginger knew just how to
bring me to a climax, working her fingers inside my cunt and her
tongue on my clit. When I started to come she would freeze,
letting the spasm shatter my body while she withdrew her tongue
and held her busy fingers still for a few moments-then it would
all start again.
"OH, GOD, GINGER," I begged, "STICK YOUR FINGERS UP MY CUNT.
YESS...YESS! THAT'S IT! OH YES, I'M COMING! DON'T STOP, PLEASE
DON'T STOP! EAT MY CUNT, EAT ME 'TIL I COME.
I was so wild that I'm sure the neighbors could probably hear
what was going on but I really didn't care. All I wanted was her
tongue and her fingers working deep inside me, stirring my cunt to
a fever pitch. I kept pushing myself down harder and harder on
her probing hand while she bunched her fingers together and fucked
me with them, pumping them in and out like a giant cock.
Then the impossible happened: Ginger thrust hard at the same
moment I was rocking my pelvis onto her hand, and her entire fist
slid into my pussy, up to her wrist and beyond. I gasped, seeing
what had happened, feeling myself filled as I had never been
filled before. I had heard of fisting, but it had certainly never
happened to me before. If I thought of it at all, I simply
thought of it as something that would undoubtedly be painful
beyond belief. For a few seconds I waited for the pain to shatter
my vagina, but there was no pain. I moved experimentally, and
Ginger began fist-fucking me, and then I really went wild!
"Ginger, honey, your whole fist is inside my cunt," I moaned.
"YES, YES, FUCK ME WITH IT. FIST-FUCK ME, AND LICK MY CLIT TOO!"
Ginger's busy tongue was lapping my clit like crazy and I couldn't
get enough. I must have come a dozen times while her little fist
worked in and out om my pussy. It went on so long that I barely
had time to get my bikini bottoms back on and catch my breath
before Donnie came home.
Donnie was wondering that night why I wasn't particularly
interested in sex. For a moment I thought about telling him that
it was because I had spent the whole afternoon being fist-fucked
by Ginger, but somehow I had the feeling that Donnie might not
understand.
Ginger and I continued seeing each other for a couple of
months. After she moved away, I dreamed of being fist-fucked by
Donnie, but I thought his hands were too big for my tight little
cunt. Ginger had wanted me to fist her, after all, and we had
tried it with half a dozen different lubricants, but my hands are
much larger than Ginger's and, though I could get four fingers
inside her pussy, we could never go further than that. Anyway,
Donnie and I were just getting into anal sex, and that was enough
of a thrill for me for a time. I found initially that it hurt a
lot more for me to take his cock up my ass than it did to be
fisted by Ginger.
For maybe four or five months, I was too busy with the joy of
having Donnie's big prick plunging in and out of my asshole to
think about anything else. Once I had gotten so I could take it
easily he would sneak up on me any time of the day of night and
lift my skirt, (Donnie has always insisted that I not wear
panties around the house) and just start fucking my ass off!
I remember one evening when I was doing the dishes and all of
a sudden I felt Donnie's strong hands on my ass. I knew what was
coming. I braced my hands on the sink and spread my legs wide
apart. Donnie had already lubricated his cock and it slid into my
asshole easily. I moaned and bent farther down over the sink and
pushed my ass back into his groin.
Finally my legs were too weak. I could feel them giving way
so I turned and Donnie gradually eased me down onto the kitchen
floor, never for one moment stopping the steady,. deep thrusts into
my ass. There on the kitchen floor he butt-fucked me doggie
style. I ripped the buttons off the front of my dress so he could
play with my swinging tits, and begged him to fuck me harder.
"Donnie, your cock is so hard in my ass! I can feel your big
balls hitting my clit! Yessss, like that, FUCK ME! FUCK MY ASS,
DONNIE! Ohhhhh, YES, BUTT-FUCK ME DONNIE! I WANT YOU TO SHOOT
YOUR LOAD! I WANT IT! Mmmmmmm, SPANK MY ASS AND THEN SHOOT YOUR
HOT LOAD OF COME UP MY ASSHOLE! SHOOT YOUR COME IN ME! Ooohhh,
DON'T EVER STOP FUCKING MY ASS! I WANT YOUR COCK UP THERE. I'M
COMING RIGHT NOW AND I FEEL YOU SHOOTING IT! FUCK ME, FUCK ME,
I'M COMING SO HARD!"
Once I had gotten used to being fucked like that, there was
nothing I wouldn't do for Donnie. I would strip for him, play
with myself, whatever. But still wondered from time to time
whether or not I could get his fist into my cunt the way I had
taken Ginger's. I wanted him to fist me and but-fuck me at the
same time!
Finally I got my chance. We were spending the weekend in the
mountains and we fucked so much that Donnie just couldn't get it
up any more. He had me so hot, however, that I couldn't stop, so
I got him to go down on me and eat me out until he could hardly
move his tongue anymore. He was fingering me with three fingers
then, and when his tongue stopped moving fast enough to bring me
to another climax I told him to put in another finger.
"I want you to fist my cunt," I said. "Let's try it. Just
hold all your fingers tight together and see if you can get them
in."
Well Donnie's hand was a whole helluva lot bigger than
Ginger's. Donnie tried to work his hand in, but he couldn't get
it past the knuckles. I told him finally to just hold still and
that I would see what I could do. He did as I asked. I worked my
pelvis back and forth, all Donnie's fingers working me to a
frenzy, my cunt getting wetter and wetter. I was playing with my
nipples, pinching them between my fingers. I came twice like
that, but I was frustrated. I wanted Donnie's whole fist up my
cunt.
Finally it was as if something gave way. I felt myself
opening and suddenly Donnie's hand was in so far that he was
fucking me halfway up his forearm! My God, What a sensation!
Believe me ladies, if you've never had a fist up your twat, a
man's big hairy fist, well you just haven't lived! At that moment
I was in a sexual dream land. Donnie wasn't tonguing me at all,
just ramming that big fist in and out of my pussy. With his other
hand he got two fingers up my asshole, and I have never been
totally fucked like that in my life!
If there was one thing I would have wished for at that moment
it would have been another man whose cock I could suck so all my
orifices would be taken care of, but Donnie was giving me plenty!
"Your hand's like a giant cock!" I told him. "It feels
wonderful! MAKE ME YOUR WHORE! I'M A WHORE WITH A WIDE OPEN
CUNT! YES...AND YOU'RE FUCKING IT WITH YOUR WHOLE FIST! Mmmm,
YES, FIST-FUCK MY PUSSY! FUCK YOUR LITTLE WHORE WIFE HARDER!
CAN YOU FEEL HOW WET MY PUSSY IS? CAN YOU FEEL MY CUNT JUICE ALL
OVER YOUR FIST? WELL DO IT TO ME! DO IT TO ME HARD LIKE THAT!
NOW I'M COMING!
And I exploded, coming like a crazy woman. After that I was
never the same. I could never get enough of being fisted. The
best part is, unlike his cock, Donnie's fist never get tired. Now
we have the perfect Relationship!