From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Deepfist Me Tonight (FMM, anal, fist)
Date: 1 May 1996 20:36:54 GMT

			 Deepfist Me Tonight

	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, 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. How 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 world 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, the 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!"