Fisting Memories – First TimeIt was never a goal of mine to be fisted. In fact when I first saw it in a porn movie so many years ago, it kinda scared me.“Eew,” I thought to myself. “A whole fist? Inside my tight little pussy? It would hurt so bad and what if it goes too far in and rips some organ open? And I‘d never feel a cock in there again when it gets all stretched out!”Ok, so I was a bit too freaked out but hey, you watch some guy slamming the hell out of a screaming woman for the first time and see what you’re thinking.And then, many years later, it happened for the first time with my now husband. We’d talked about it and played around with the idea but I was never really ready to go that far.So one night after about an hour of amazing foreplay (making out, rubbing, licking, sucking, etc) I was laying on the bed and I could feel his karşıyaka escort fingers inside me, probing into the deepest part of me. He had told me that it was his desire that night to make me cum and gush all over his hand, and he was doing an incredible job! It felt fantastic and I gave in to the deep pleasure.“How many are inside me?” I asked him after awhile. “Fingers, I mean.”He giggled a bit. “Ummmm… all of them.”“All of them? All??”“Yeah. All.”“All. Four. Fingers?”“Yes, all four. And don’t forget my thumb.”“You mean you’re….”“Yeah. I’m fisting you. How does it feel?”It felt fabulous, to be completely honest. I felt filled up, but it was different than the thick-cock-filling-me feeling. And it was lovely, because the movements made by his fist inside me were so different from a cock. So sensual, karşıyaka escort bayan yet so raw and so powerful.I could liken the smooth, fullness of the moments to how it felt immediately after my anal passage relaxes and allows a cock full access.It was wonderful.But I was still doubtful. I mean, if it was this easy, what had stopped my other lovers from trying it?I strained to look. “I wanna see!”He reached behind him and grabbed his digital camera from the stand next to the bed. He fiddled with it a little, and then handed it to me and started positioning my arms with his free hand.I duly pushed the button, and heard the beep of a photo taken. Sure enough, there was my cunt, and his fist… all the way inside it.It’s the oddest thing to see your pussy iconized like that. The whole picture was my pussy escort karşıyaka and his wrist protruding from it. And as I was looking at it, I could feel his fist inside me. Accommodating myself to fit him had been far easier than I’d thought.That done with, we returned our attentions to fucking. Specifically, to him fucking me with his hand.His whole hand all the way inside me. Fisting me.The sweetest and most intense pressure as his pace increased and my grip on reality started to unhinge. The build-up inside me of pre-orgasmic excitement and an almost-but-not-quite unbearable tension in my bladder or thereabouts spiraled me higher and higher to orgasmic bliss until I came and gushed out rivers of cum all over his hand.Then I heard his contented sigh of satisfaction.I exhaled, and lay back, exhausted. I felt his hand slide out of me, caressing me as it slid. I heard his satisfied breathing complementing my own jagged coming-down gasps and I felt blissed out and dazed.My first fisting.And definitely not my last!And just so you know, I have no burst organs, my pussy is still quite tight and I still feel every cock as if it were my first! 🙂