YPA: Your Privacy Assured/YPA.ISO/text/fistlove.txt

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fistlove.txt

         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!