## Archive-name: deep_fist

From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)

Subject: DEEPFIST

Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories

DEEPFIST
SHIT! What a night. Last night. Ouch! My whole body aches, but
it's the kind of ache I crave. No work today, that's for sure. I
can just imagine the shocked looks on the faces of the girls in the
office, if they knew how I get my sexual pleasure. The reserved,
prim and proper public relations specialist, whom everyone thinks is
so delicate and sweet. I'm only 25-years old, beautiful, blonde,
with a great body and a high paying job. That's why I can envision
those old cows in the office puking up their lunches if they knew
that my cunt floods like a burst dam whenever I have a fist shoved up
mu asshole. That's right, I make no bones about what I am - The Fist
Fuck Queen of the Big Apple. The closer to the core of my bowels,
the riper I become!

I can remember when I lost my anal cherry to a fist so vividly that
it seems as if it happened moments ago, though in actuality, it's
been almost a year. I started going out with Brad, and I knew from
the moment we laid eyes on one another that the only thing on his
mind was fucking me. He thought he was hot shit, a big stud. The
arrogant bastard even started boasting about putting his "whopper
between my buns." So one night, I gave in to the inevitable. In all
honesty, I've never been one to turn down a cock, especially a big
one!

Brad had a big one, all right, about nine inches. When I first saw
his prick, proud and erect like a pole, I remember having the
overwhelming desire to devour it. I think even he was surprised at
the way I deep throated his meat. As the head of his cock intruded
deep into my larynx, and gurgling gasps of pleasure escaped from my
mouth. Brad started playing with my cunt, ramming his fingers in and
out. But he shot his load down my throat before I had the chance to
let his fingers lead me to my own orgasm.

Since his prick wasn't able to return to active duty yet, I guided
his hand to my pussy and motioned for him to put his fingers back to
work. At first, Brad inserted two fingers into my open box. It felt
so good, that I moaned for him to put another one in. He was
starting to enjoy himself also. He worked three fingers into my
cunt, rhythmically twisting them in and out. I was soon bathed in my
own joy juice. And then, before I knew it, Brad had shoved all five
fingers inside of my wet hole. At first, I was scared that he was
going to rip my cunt open, but as his wrist disappeared into my
vagina, an uncontrollable surge of exultation began welling up in the
pit of my stomach, spreading in great waves down to the pulse of my
womanhood. Brad's fist plowed into my pussy, and I began to shake in
the throes of a giant orgasm.

After he slid his hand out, literally soaking wet, I needed a few
minutes to recover. But as my orgasm subsided, my desire to be
filled up increased. It was as if my eyes had just been opened to a
whole new world. I knew then and there that a cock, even Brad's
large one, would never again be able to fully satisfy me. I wanted
something bigger, longer, harder, more exciting. I wanted a fist!

I had read about how popular anal fist fucking had become, and I was
always curious about it. I always like to try new things, especially
in sexual matters. So I told Brad that I wanted him to fist fuck me
up my asshole. He stared at me in disbelief, stammering. He was
scared. He made excuses: he would rip my asshole open and cause me
internal damage; he would get shit all over his arm; the idea was
"weird and for fags." But I told him that if he didn't do what I
wanted, that would be the end of out relationship, the end of our
deep throat sessions. That did the trick.

I knew from my reading that certain steps had to be taken if fisting
was to be enjoyed. I also knew that the preparation would only serve
to add to my excitement and enjoyment. Step one was to cleanse out
my bowels with an enema. I kept an enema bag in the house for
medical purposes, but was never really into using it for sex. But
when Brad inserted the nozzle into my puckered hole, A shiver of
excitement raced through my body. As the water made its journey into
my intestines, my heart started beating faster, knowing that the
passageway was being cleared for Brad's fist. And when I shit out
the enema I felt relief, not because the pressure was released from
my bowels, but because I knew it wouldn't be long before I felt
Brad's fist corkscrewing its way deep into my chocolate channel.

But there was still another step to take. Opening a large jar of
Vaseline, I told Brad to scoop up a few globs and massage it
thoroughly on his hand and up his arm. When the length of his arm
and hand glistened from the petroleum jelly, I felt confident that
the time was at hand, if you'll pardon the expression.

I got down on all fours, propped up by a pillow, and spread my ass
cheeks as wide apart as possible. Then Brad plunged one of his
Vaseline coated fingers into my asshole, which was pleading to be
plundered. When he put his second finger in, I could feel my
sphincter begin to relax, lubricated by the jelly and my own juices.
When his third finger plunged into the inner sanctum of my rectum, my
clit actually started to tremble. Easing his fourth digit in, Brad
began swirling his fingers deeper into my dirt tunnel. I didn't feel
any pain, I just felt intense ecstasy. It was as if the sensitive
nerve endings of my anus were singing out in joy! When Brad finally
squeezed his thumb into my asshole, and all five fingers danced
around inside my most intimate of orifices, a great emotion seized my
entire body.

As if possessed, I yelled, "More. Shove your fist all the way in!"
Brad, caught up in the moment, did just that. I could feel my anus
opening to accommodate his entire fist. My bowels sucked up Brad's
hand like a giant vacuum! He pushed his arm in and out of my shit
passage. Brad, too, had become excited; his breathing was heavy and
labored. As for me, I was past the point of no return. My orgasm
started somewhere in my intestines, gathering momentum until my clit
vibrated and my pussy felt as if it was going to burst! I came, and
came, and passed out!

After that night, every time I saw Brad I demanded that he fist fuck
me. Yet he seemed to be growing more and more tentative. I think
that he thought he was turning gay or something, the intensity just
wasn't there. And I was damned if I was going to give up what had
become my greatest joy, fisting. I liked Brad's big dick when he
fucked me the regular way, but I was determined to have what I really
wanted.

That's when I met Tim. A mutual friend introduced us. We had
dinner, hit it off right away, and went back to my place. He wasn't
classically handsome, but he had vivid blue eyes which seemed to burn
a hole through my body into my soul. The sexual chemistry between us
was magical. I told him how badly I wanted to please him, and how
badly I wanted him to please me. But I also told him I was
"different" sexually, that I craved the " unusual." He responded
that he'd been involved in every possible sex scene, and the kinkier
the better! That's when I knew that I had found the ideal lover.
And that's also when I told him that I was a devotee of fisting.

Tim wasted little time getting down to business. First, he licked my
clit and tongued my pussy. Then, when I was good and excited and on
the brink of coming, he turned me over. I didn't quite know what to
expect next. I felt Tim's smooth tongue sliding along the crack of
my asshole. He then descended straight down to my bunghole. His
tongue flickered around the opening. The prodding of his tongue
against my tight rosebud felt so very good. He was lapping away,
almost as if there was buried treasure deep within my asshole. Then
Tim's tongue struck gold, brown gold, as it burrowed right into my
asshole. He pushed his tongue as deep inside as possible, and it
didn't take much of his ass lapping to make me come.

Tim asked me where I kept the Vaseline. I told him, and he went and
got it. When he returned, he spread my ass cheeks apart, stretching
them to their limit, then liberally began spreading the grease around
my anus. His fingers darted in and out of my asshole, basting my
insides with the lubricant. What a great feeling!

Asking me if I was ready, Tim quickly inserted his middle finger into
my asshole. Then, without warning, he rapidly jammed his four other
fingers inside, in one fluid motion. I was breathless. He wasn't
anything like Brad, unsure of himself. Tim knew what he was doing,
and how to do it!

In the next instant, Tim's whole fist was pushing its way into my
hershey highway. I was soon overcome by the sheer speed and firm
strength of his motion. When his fist was buried in my asshole up to
his wrist, I surely thought he would stop, Brad always had, but Tim's
fist continued to pile drive its way deeper into my anus. I could
feel his arm inching its way into my stomach. I was stunned, but my
screams were those of pleasure, not pain. It soon felt as if his arm
was punching out my intestines, his fingers wiggling deep inside,
where no man had ever gone before. His arm was buried to the elbow.

Becoming like a wild animal in heat, I bucked and thrashed about the
bed, frantically rubbing my clit as if my hands had a life of their
own. Needless to say, when I came I saw stare, it took me a couple
of hours to come down from that sexual high!

From that incredible night on, Tim and I have been inseparable. No,
we don't always use fisting as part of out lovemaking; some nights
the missionary position is enough to provide terrific orgasms. But
whenever Tim does fist fuck me, you better believe that it's special.
We've also come up with countless variations of fisting. I won't
soon forget the night Tim first rammed an 18-inch dildo up my ass,
then his own cock, then his fist in rapid succession. That was wild.
And I still cream when I think about the time that Tim simultaneously
fucked me in the cunt with his cock and in the ass with his fist.,
He pounded away in unison, pumping both his prick and hand in and out
of my respective holes. We both came like gangbusters! And I'm
still trying to take both fists up my asshole. So far the most I've
managed to accomplish has been one hand and one finger of his other
hand. But I'm sure that, if we keep on trying, I'll be able to
accomplish the feat one day, practice makes perfect!

But last night was one of my most satisfying yet. Tim and I had an
intimate, romantic dinner, candlelight and the whole works. We were
both incredibly horny and we almost ripped each other's clothes off.
After some heated foreplay which included a most satisfying 69
session, we were ready for the main event. Tim gave me an enema,
greased up, and was soon ready to fist his way into my heart, not to
mention bowels! Yet there was something different about him: he was
more animated than ever. He seemed to take almost maniacal pleasure
in thrusting his fist in and out of my asshole.

When he sensed my orgasm was at hand he uttered, "Darling, I want
this night to be special. I know how badly you've wanted to take
both hands up your ass, but since we're not at that point yet, let's
do the next best thing." I didn't know what he meant, but I was soon
to find out.

Continuing his frantic fist fucking into the deep recess of my
bowels, Tim suddenly plunged his other hand into my cunt! Like a
piston, he worked both hands in and out at the same time, one
massaging my rectum, the other forcing my pussy to open wider than
seemed possible, plunging his fist deep into my snatch, my cunt felt
like a whale swallowing up a passing ship. It was truly the most
exquisite feeling that I'd ever experienced. When I came, I almost
jumped two feet off the bed. It felt like an atomic bomb had been
set off inside my body! But Tim wouldn't stop there. He kept on
fist fucking both of my intimate openings until I lost count of how
many times I came. This kept up until he was too exhausted to lift
his arms and I was too sore to prod him on.

Fuck! Here I am thinking about last night and the sheets on my bed
are dripping wet. Now I'm horny again. I guess It's like when you
have a hangover. They say the best thing for it is the "hair of the
dog that bit you." I guess the best thing for a sore cunt and
asshole is the "hand of the stud that fucked you." What did I do with
that damn phone? Oh, here it is. "Hello, Tim, my love, why don't
you come over? I'll make lunch, then you can fist me tonight!"

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