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This story was produced as adult entertainment o o and should not be read by minors. o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o Fisting Fun (MF, FF, fisting) by: Canaonman *** Ok, I need to start this out by saying that everything you are about to read is absolutely true. I am a member of Fistingsex.com, and some of my fiction is published here. But this is not fiction. My wife and I got married young. I was 20 and she was 22. After 5 years of marriage, we love each other more now than ever. In the year before we got married, Amy first confessed to me her love for large cocks. Her boyfriend before she met me was very small and she was grateful that I was well hung. I'm not huge, but I did ok in the dick department. What I hadn't known before then was that she had a short affair with a guy a year before she met me. She met him in South Carolina on a vacation with her girlfriends. Apparently this guy was hung like a horse and Amy never got over what it was like to have a big dick in her. I was really surprised when she told me all this. I always thought a really large penis would hurt. A few female friends had told me this, and it made sense. To add to this, my wife is a very small lady. Amy tips the scales at just 100 pounds and is only 4 feet and 11 inches tall. All the women in her family are small, but she is the tiniest girl out of all of them. She has beautiful skin, very pale, she is almost full-blooded Irish with long curly red hair. When she told me finally about her craving, we made love and she was wilder than I had ever seen her. Just fantasizing about a big dick made her crazy! I drove to a city an hour away and bought an assortment of toys to see if I could help her enjoy what she wanted. To be honest, I wanted to be sure she got it with me, and didn't go looking. Well, the toys really hit the spot, and I was surprised when Amy began requesting the largest one almost every time we made love. It was kind of scary to see my tiny little Amy stuffing a dildo 11 inches long and thicker than my wrist into her little pussy. We had been married for almost 6 months when Amy showed me an ad in a dirty magazine as we watched TV in bed. The ad was for an inflatable dildo. It was exactly the same size as Amy's favorite, but could be inflated with a hand pump. I ordered the dildo and pretty much forgot about it. About 6 weeks later, Amy called me at work, very excited; to tell me it had come in the mail. I finished my shift and went home at about 110 miles an hour. I was barely in the door of our apartment and I could already smell sex. In the bedroom I found Amy half sleeping on the bed. The room reeked of her scent and the dildo was still in her about half way. I crept over quietly and looked at her pussy. The dildo was pumped up a bit, and her pussy lips were stretched very tightly around it. Her clit was forced up and out of her cunt and shone an angry red. I estimated the dildo to be about a half inch farther across than my wrist. Amy opened her eyes and I laid down next to her. We talked for a few minutes and then made love. Amy looked rather disappointed when she popped the valve on the little hand pump and it deflated. I have to admit, it took me a long time to cum, because Amy was getting very loose. Soon the dildo became a nightly event. Amy would practically beg for it. She knew it was stretching her, and that her pussy didn't feel as good anymore for me. So she threw herself into giving me the best blowjobs a man could ask for. If I fucked her with that dildo, while she controlled the size with the pump, she would give me a blowjob after that sometimes lasted two hours. About 4 or 5 months into our second year of marriage, Amy's pussy had become extremely large. When she would get up on all fours for me to put the dildo in, her pussy would yawn open at me. If she reached back and held it open, it was wide enough for me to get all four finger in pretty easy. Well, you know what happened next. One night I was fingering her, and I knew she was going to ask for the dildo soon. I pushed on my hand to reach her g-spot harder, I wanted to see if I could make her cum without it. She opened her eyes wide, looked over her shoulder at me and begged, "Yes, push your hand in!" I tucked my thumb and pushed. My hand went into my wife's pussy with ease. I watched as my whole hand went up into her and stopped at my wrist. Slowly I made a fist and it slid in a couple inches farther. Amy arched her back and looked. She was smiling and licking her teeth with a wanton sexual look I hadn't seen before. Frankly, she was scaring me a little. The orgasm that she had as I fist fucked her was so powerful; I thought she was having a seizure. After that, she never asked for the dildo again. Night after night I fist fucked my wife. Night after night, she sucked me until I came in her mouth or on her face. She seemed to enjoy eating my cum as much as the fisting. One night a few weeks later, Amy confessed to me that she had been using the inflatable dildo on her ass ever since the fisting. I was amazed. Amy had never let me touch her asshole during sex. That night I actually fucked my wife for the first time in almost a year. It was up her ass. With my hand in her cunt and my dick up her ass, Amy came like someone had hooked her to an electrical socket. I was beginning to get into this in a major way. We started fucking in the strangest places. In the car, in bathrooms, parks, her parents house. Every time it was with me or her fisting her pussy, and my cock up her ass. In the beginning of our fourth year of marriage, Amy asked me to fist her ass. This did not go as easily as the other things. It took us months to finally get my hand in her, and that was with a TON of KY Jelly. Amy really liked it though and we kept it up. Her ass didn't stretch out as bad as her cunt had, so I at least get in a good butt fuck every time. She will even suck me off after I have been in her ass. Well, I had progressed up the company ladder a bit and was finally a manager. I had to go to San Francisco for business for two weeks and I decided to take Amy with me. My boss thought it was great. Everyone at the company loves her. She is the perfect wife all day and a total whore at night. Well, there was almost a month before the trip for us to plan. I had an idea that would expand Amy's horizons, but I didn't know if she would go for it. That night, after I gave her a particularly deep fisting in her pussy, I talked it over with her. I asked her if she would consider doing a threesome, if I could find a bisexual girl in San Francisco who was particularly skilled in fist fucking. We had both read a lot about this in porno magazines and on the Internet. Once again, Amy blew me away with how excited she was by the idea. Apparently she had been wanting to try it for a while, but was afraid to ask me. We posted an ad in a swinger's paper in San Francisco that weekend. We got a lot of answers, but none that really clicked. We had almost given up, when a few nights before we were supposed to leave, we got just what we were looking for. The young lady answering had a British accent and described herself as being about 5 foot 7, 130 pounds, short blonde hair and bisexual. She also made it quite clear that she had been into fist fucking for over 15 years and really knew how to do it. Her name was Tracy. What I didn't know then was that in three days, I was going to see this woman do things to my wife's body I didn't know were possible. OK, everything up to here is pretty much background. I made it as short as I could, this is the good part, so I am going to get more detailed. Friday came and we landed in San Fran without any problems. Amy wore a little green sundress and she had done her hair very cute. White thigh highs with lacy tops and high heel sandals finished the outfit. I had worn slacks and a shirt/tie for a meeting I would have in a few hours. We drove to our hotel and checked in. Amy promised to get us settled and then she was going to the pool. I went to my meeting and did not get back until almost 8. When I got back, Amy had changed back into her sundress and wanted to try to meet Tracy. I agreed and called her from the phone in our room. I didn't get an answer, but left a message for her to meet us in the hotel restaurant. We went to dinner disappointed. We had pretty much gotten over it and were really enjoying the view over the bay when a waiter approached us and asked me if I was expecting a call. I took the phone, and to my surprise it was Tracy! She was in the lobby, but had been afraid to just walk into the restaurant and ask for our table. I walked out to the lobby, Amy stayed behind, she was so nervous she was giggling and blushing. I met Tracy in the lobby and got my first really good look at her. She was as she described about 5 feet 7 and had short blonde hair. She weighed about 130 from what I could tell and appeared to be in her mid to late thirties. She was pleasant looking and pretty. She had worn a long silk skirt and a peasant blouse. I could tell right away she was a very alternative sort of person. She had a large baggy purse and a small suitcase with her. I walked over and not sure what else to do, I offered my hand to shake. She smiled very warmly and took it. I could see her sizing me up as we chatted nervously. I hoped I passed inspection. I asked her about the suitcase and she told me she didn't have a car that she had come on the bus and was just bringing it in case she stayed. I thought that was a little forward, but after a second figured it was just smart. If things got heavy, it would be awkward to ask her to stay if she didn't have any of her things. I took her suitcase and asked the check-in girl if she would keep it until we went to our room, she took it and put it behind the counter. I walked back over to Tracy and offered her my arm in a half humorous gesture. She slipped her hand around my bicep with a smile and I led her into the restaurant and over to our table. Amy smiled shyly and shook hands with Tracy and we all sat. I asked Tracy if she would like something and she said yes. I motioned the waiter over, and in a few minutes had Tracy set up with a nice meal. I ordered a bottle of wine to help us all loosen up. Amy was very nervous and I could tell she just didn't know what to do or say. I did my best to keep the conversation lively and even between us. After forty minutes or so we had al had a couple of glasses of wine and the conversation became a lot easier. We learned that Tracy had lived in Britain until she was 16. Her parents had divorced and her mom took a job in San Francisco. She had lived here ever since. She was working at a little boutique that sold alternative style nutritional supplements. We took the bottle of wine and headed out to the lobby. I went over to the counter for Tracy's bag while the girls waited for the elevator. While I was walking back over, I noticed Tracy lean over and whisper something in Amy's ear and Amy giggled. Tracy then touched Amy s hand at her side and slowly their fingers intertwined. This was a good sign I thought. We rode up to our room and I ordered another bottle of wine. Room service delivered in a few minutes and we settled into the couch and chairs to talk some more. I knew Amy and Tracy were loosened up enough by the wine to talk about the dirty deed. I got down on the floor and took off my shoes, Amy followed suit and then reached up and tugged on Tracy's skirt until she slipped to the floor giggling. "Tracy, how did you get into fisting?" I asked. "Well" she replied, "I was in college and I had only known I was bisexual for about a year. I met this girl who was in her thirties. My friends didn't like her, but we really couldn't keep our hand off each other. One night we were in bed and it happened, she fisted me." Amy was watching Tracy intently as she told the story. "I wasn't sure about it at first, but after the second time I started to enjoy it. Mona really liked doing it to me, and pretty soon it became our normal way of having sex." "We did it everywhere, hell, she fisted me at the pool under a towel in front of hundreds of people." Amy's eyes were huge through all this. "Finally we broke up about a year later and I went through a time when I became a pretty militant lesbian. I thought I didn't need men and that they were pretty lousy". She looked at me apologetically. "I got over that when I met John, an activist from Los Angeles. We fell in love and the next thing I knew I was practically married to him in a little apartment. After a few weeks, I could take his larger hands. I was really becoming a fisting freak by this time; I had to have it every day. Heck, I would wake up after John left for work, and I would fist myself for a half hour or so, then as soon as John got home I would want it again. Sometimes I would even want it a THIRD time that night." She went on to explain how John hadn't been able to handle this fetish and it eventually drove them apart. I watched Amy through all this; she was looking at Tracy rather fondly and was touching her hand with her fingers very lightly. Tracy went on. "I dove back into the lesbian lifestyle after that, I slept with a LOT of girls over the next year. After a year or so, I got over John and I started doing guys too. I won't lie, I really got out of control, I slept with WAY too many people. But I slowed down after another year or so and developed a circle of friends that shared my interest in fist fucking and some other kinks. We sort of made the rounds with each other on a regular basis and tried not to let any relationships develop. I started to work on anal fisting, and I got pretty good at it after time. Then I met some lesbians who were really into B&D and they really changed things for me. They did things with fisting I had never imagined. They fisted each other's butts deeper than I thought possible and some of them could take two hands in their pussies at once. I really got into it with them and at the same time I got into drugs and combining them with fisting. I found that a combination of some muscle relaxers and something to get you high could make fisting a lot easier and more pleasurable." Amy's eyes lit up at this and she interjected "I thought about muscle relaxers once, just to see if it would make it easier to open up!" I was pretty amazed she spoke, being so shy normally. I guessed the wine had loosened her a bit. "Well, I wont bore you with the rest, I have continued to see my regular group over the past few years. We are all very careful now about disease and we get tested regularly. I was tested last month and I came up clean, so it's ok, you don t have to worry" she finished. Amy had slid down a little farther and her dress had slid up, revealing the lacy tops of her thigh-highs and the crotch of her lacy white thong. She was sliding her hand down the outside of her left thigh repeatedly and her fingers had wrapped around Tracy s pretty tightly. She was looking at Tracy pretty intensely and she looked at me and bit her lip. I knew right away she was hot and wanted to fuck. I quickly gave Tracy a history on us, Amy filled in some places. We soon had her up to date, and the wine was almost gone. "Tracy" I said, "Its obvious you are a lot more experienced than us, and Amy is really interested in taking this to the max, so why dot you explain how we can do that for her, then maybe we'll get started." "Well, that all depends on Amy" she said. "Amy, just how far do you want to go with fisting? I mean, it can go so far as to make permanent changes to your pussy and ass, and I dot want to do anything to you that you don t want." The answer Amy gave her was the most shocking and surprising thing I have ever heard her say. "I want to go to the absolute extreme possible, I want it all". I sat there open mouthed, staring at my shy little wife. I regained my composure and shut my jaw with a snap. Tracy scooted a little closer to Amy and asked her a different question. "Are you willing to take a few drugs to help me get you there?" she asked. Amy answered her without a moment's hesitation, "yes". Tracy went over to her purse and pulled out a few bottles. Opening the first, she gave two pills to Amy. "This is ecstasy, it makes you very relaxed, and it increases sexual pleasure a great deal" she explained. Then she opened the second and took out two much larger pills. "These are a muscle relaxer, it will help you open up." The final bottle she opened and took out one pill. "This is codeine, it will help with some of the nausea and discomfort when we get really far in you. Amy popped the whole handful into her mouth and swallowed them with the last of her wine. I was very nervous about this, Amy and I had done a little grass when we were in college and even dropped acid once together. But this was mixing drugs and alcohol together, and we really didn't know if Tracy was cool or not yet. I vowed right there to be the safety valve on this little expedition. Amy had obviously given herself totally to this. We sat and talked some more, and Tracy unloaded her little suitcase. She took out two large squeeze bottles, one dark brownish, and the other slightly greenish. She explained that the first was WET, she liked to use it in anal fisting, because it was very slippery. The other bottle was her own creation, 8 parts KY-Jelly, one part Astroglide, and one part Aloe Vera. She then took out a pair of long rubber gloves, the surgical kind that go up past your elbow. The reason for these was to prevent any infections. Next to come out was an inflatable dildo just like ours, except this one was 14 inches or so and about twice as thick uninflated! I watched Amy's face as this dildo was laid out in front of her. Her eyes lit up and she bit her lower lip. She encircled it with her hand, her little fingers could only go around it about half way. I could tell she was looking at this monster as a challenge. I glanced between her legs; her pussy lips had swelled out and were pushing around the outsides of her thong. A wet spot was growing in her center. The last thing to come out was a small length of rope and some handcuffs. This made me uneasy as well, but Amy giggled at them. I could tell Amy was getting stoned by the look in her eyes. Tracy also noticed Amy s state and sat next to her. "How are you feeling sweet thing?" she asked. Amy replied rather slowly "I feel downright yummy" and tossed her hair. Amy knows her hair drives men nuts. Tracy cupped Amy's breast and asked her again "How are you feeling?" Amy kind of shivered and sucked in her breath "WOW!" "That's the ecstasy hon, its gonna make everything just great." Well, I'll skip over the rest of the foreplay, because I know by now most of you are asking, "When the hell is the fist fucking going to start?" We wound up in bed after another half hour of fiddling. Amy was naked and on all fours. I was sitting at the top of the bed and she was giving me a pretty awesome blowjob. Tracy was behind Amy with all her gear. She had on the gloves and was greasing them and the dildo up with the KY/Astro/Aloe bottle. Then she did something I don t think Amy expected, she inserted the squirt end of the bottle into Amy's pussy and squeezed about a third of it into her. Amy gasped and exclaimed "That s c-cold!" around my cock. "Don't talk with you mouth full sweetie," Tracy joked. We laughed a little and Tracy slowly began teasing and playing with Amy s pussy. I watched as she worked on Amy for much longer than I would have. She took her time, opening Amy like a flower. Amy was responding to this in a very big way. She moaned and squealed around my cock and said dirty words when something was especially good like "Fuck yeah, that s it". All in all, Tracy took over an hour to finally enter Amy with more than three fingers. By this time, Amy was delirious with pleasure and was humping her hips and twitching. She slid my cock out with a wet plop and laid her head on my thigh. "Please Tracy, fuck me, I gotta have it!" she whimpered. I was watching this with the goofiest guy grin on my face I am sure. "You ready baby?" asked Tracy. "God yes" she replied. Then Tracy simply pushed her hand into Amy in one quick motion. There was no gradual humping it in, no slow slide, no going in stages. One moment she was pointing it into her, then the next the only thing sticking out was her wrist. Amy exploded in the first of the many orgasms she would have. I swear on my own grave, Amy drooled on my leg she came so hard. Then Tracy began to do the same thing to Amy inside, as she had outside. I could see her arm flexing as she reached and swabbed and tickled and stroked Amy all over inside. This also continued for almost an hour. She would push Amy to the very edge of a climax, then back off, only to do it again and again. Amy writhed and moaned and muttered unintelligible words. Sometimes she would suck on me, but she was normally too out of it to concentrate enough. "You wanna come down here and see?" Tracy asked me. I slid down and got behind Amy too. I was amazed at what I saw. Amy's pussy had opened to absolutely mammoth proportions. Her pussy was easily gaping a half inch around Tracy s arm. She was slowly swabbing around and around inside Amy, opening her farther and farther. "Here's the neat part," she whispered to me. Slowly she pushed her fist deeper into Amy. Amy moaned loudly and pushed back. Tracy's arm hit the thick part and Amy's entrance became too small to accept any more. I estimated Tracy was in Amy about ten inches. Amy was panting and wiggling, and Tracy began to push again. "Whoah whoah, I whispered to her, "Any more is gonna hurt her." Tracy looked at me and raised an eyebrow like Spock from "Star Trek". "Hon" she confided quietly "I can't feel her cervix yet, we're not even close. Trust me." With that, she resumed the pressure and the results were outstanding! I watched as Amy's cunt collapsed under the pressure. Her prim little pussy lips caved backwards up into her body. Relentlessly, Tracy pressed on and her arm slid into Amy's pussy even more. Amy s voice rose into a long drawn out squeal "oooooOOOOH GAWD TRACY FUUUUCKMEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!" I was half horrified, and half turned on by this. I realized at that moment, that Amy would never have a want or need for my penis again. The look on her face confirmed this. I guessed it was pointless anyway, the amount of stretching her pussy had done did not look like it could be recovered from. The pussy that had become large under our own administrations had turned into a huge gaping hole in the hands of the master. Amy rose up on her hands and I saw Tracy s fist bulge out just under Amy s navel. Amy was practically convulsing she was in so much pleasure. Drool was running down her face again and her eyes were rolled back into her head. Amy s belly button bulged out as once again Tracy s fist pushed out from inside her. I looked at her pussy and couldn't believe how deep Tracy was, about three fourths of her forearm was inside my wife s cunt! I could see pucker marks around the entrance; Amy's clit had obviously gone up into her with the thrust. Amy shook and moaned. I watched as goosebumps came up on the skin of her ass and back. Tracy continued the swabbing and swirling motions; she seemed to be thoroughly enjoying the massive stretching she was performing on my wife. I wondered at that point exactly what Tracy's motivations were. She was still totally dressed, but was panting like she was having sex. Her arm was in my wife's pussy to about three inches from her elbow. The motions she was making inside Amy were a little more than friendly, almost like she was enjoying the fact that she was stretching Amy out so far, instead of the pleasure it gave Amy. Amy had laid her head on the bed again, her ass still up in the air. I crawled up beside her and looked at her whose face was contorted in a mixture of pleasure and pain that looked incomprehensible. I touched her cheek and her eyes opened. One look in her eyes told me that she was somewhere I could not reach; I knew she didn't even know her name right then. The only thing that existed in the universe for Amy at that moment was her incredibly overstretched pussy, and the twisting arm inside it. Her tongue was flopping around in her mouth, like it was searching for something. A large dark spot was growing on the bed under her face, where her spit was pooling. After about 20 or 30 minutes (I wasn't watching the clock anymore), Tracy slowly withdrew her arm from Amy. The continuous orgasm that Amy was held in the thrall of cycled itself down. Amy lay on the bed so still I was afraid she was hurt. The only movement she displayed was very slow breathing. After a while, it became apparent she had fallen into a deep sleep. Tracy got up and went into the bathroom, I heard water running and I figured she was washing up. I pulled on my robe and went into the bath myself. I took a quick shower and came out. Tracy was sitting on the chair next to the bed, looking at Amy's still body. I stood and admired as well, I am amazed to this day at the beauty, and incredible tiny proportions of my wife. I slowly walked over to the foot of the bed; I exchanged a glance with Tracy, who simply smiled. I knelt down between Amy's feet, which were hanging off the edge, and inspected her pussy. What I saw amazed, horrified, and turned me on to a degree that was maddening. My wife's once tiny little pussy was totally stretched out. All around her pussy, stretch marks had appeared. The skin surrounding her cunt, and even down onto her legs a little was an angry red. Her clit was very raw, and swollen up like I had never seen. Her pussy lips looked stretched, and did not close, but instead hung limply around her crotch. But her hole, her hole was the frightening thing. It gaped open an inch and a half across. It showed absolutely no signs of closing, and a warm, wet dribble of girl cum was still coming out of it, pooling under her. I crept into bed alongside her; Tracy was changing into a t-shirt for sleeping. I motioned her into the king- size bed. She lay on the other side of Amy, and soon we were all asleep. I was awakened in the morning by the sound of whispers and soft moans. I opened my eyes, and found myself alone on the bed. The sounds were coming from the bathroom. I got up quietly and crept to the door and peeked in through the crack. Amy was leaning over the sink and vanity; Tracy was sitting on the hot tub edge behind her. Tracy's hand, and a full five or six inches of her arm were up in Amy's butt. Amy was making short little fucking motions with her hips, trying to coax it deeper. Slowly but surely, Tracy's arm inched relentlessly into Amy's size 3 ass. Four fingers from her other hand were in Amy's newly enlarged pussy. She was slowly stroking Amy from within. "Oh god Tracy, this is so fucking good," said Amy, and I knew how turned on she was, because she never says the f-word unless she is very aroused. "I had no idea my ass could feel so good, it's like I have another pussy!' she exclaimed. Tracy smiled and I could see her pick up the pace of the rubbing inside Amy. Amy gasped and began to shake a little. Moments later she came with a groan and a choking noise from her throat. Slowly Tracy withdrew her hands from Amy and Amy sat on the floor. I crept back to the bed and sat on the edge as if just waking. About 5 minutes later, I heard the shower come on. I got up and got ready for work. Fully dressed in my suit, I poked my head into the steamy room when the sound of the shower was gone. "I'm off to work girls, dot do anything without me." I asked. "Amy looked at me a little bit too wide-eyed, but recovered quickly and smiled at me. "Wouldn't dream of it sweetheart!" she quipped "We're just going to go see the sites today." I stepped in and kissed her, then I hit the road. I didn't get back to the hotel until 8 that night. I was tired and in a bad mood. The meetings I had been in all day were boring and had little to do with my part of the job.