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Fistlove
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!
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