First time fisting stories

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I needed to share my first experience being fisted. I hope you enjoy the description as much as I enjoyed the fisting! An hour since I writhed with pleasure and squeezed in delight. An hour since my pussy was pounding with anticipation. An hour since my first fisting. It was something I hinted towards my husband on multiple occasions, but it never really went any further.

This man lives to please me. From a sexual perspective, he is extremely giving. And tonight, he fulfilled an aching desire buried deep inside. We were both sitting in the office — watching television, smoking weed, and playing Civ6. The thought came out of nowhere. It was small at first but easily moved to the forefront of my mind. It slowly took my attention away from the show I was watching. I began thinking about my husband, playing with my pussy. The thought alone made me instantly wet. I wanted him already, but I would tease myself for awhile first.

I wanted to indulge in the thoughts while imagining his touch. I never thought he would agree to fist my pussy. I wanted to daydream this possibility while my clitoris vibrated and cum oozed out of my vagina. Was it fifteen minutes or thirty? I lost track of reality and could only think of my sopping pussy. How it yearned for a fisting! To my surprise, he was interested and ready to oblige. I First time fisting stories to the bedroom and undressed immediately. I knew I wanted a finger fucking during this session.

The thoughts had propelled my lust to a point where I could only imagine his hand inside of me. His fingers alone were thick beyond average. My pussy continued to leak. I wanted, no — needed — his hand inside me. Crawling under the blanket in an attempt to tease him was wasted. Away with the blankets! He threw them to the ground and stood there, motionless. I lied there, withering with excitement. He had this grin as he stood there, staring at my naked body.

I asked him to turn out the lights. I wanted to feel this entire process. Tonight would be the night I would get fisted. I just knew it. In the bedroom I tend to be very submissive to my husband. I enjoy a good spanking, a fierce finger fucking, choking and generally rough sex.

My husband loves it. Our sex is wild, even after being together for so long. He started playing with my tits, pinching and twisting my nipples. I reported how wet my pussy was. He decided to stick his left hand into my vagina.

I held my breath, waiting in excitement. I yearned for those fingers to be jammed into my clitoris. Get First time fisting stories fingers inside me. He aggressively rubbed his fingers up and down my clit while I screamed and moaned. He kept going, with greater intensity and force. He knows how I like it. Hard and painful. At least that was the mood for today. I needed those fingers, that hand, and potentially that fist. He smiled, as though he was waiting for me to ask.

He does that sometimes. Pushes me to my limits and waits until I squeal in pleasure, begging for the next stage of our carnal passions. I was saturated in cum — with the substance enveloping my pussy, ass, and legs. It was everywhere from cumming so often. I was in heaven. I was euphoric. Maybe today. Maybe I would finally meet his fist in the most intimate, satisfying and brutal manner. He moved his fingers down to my pussy, stopping over the entrance.

I moaned with impatience. How long did I spend, thinking about those fingers lodged inside me? I wanted to feel his hand inside me. He started to tease the opening until I cried in frustration. How he liked me to wait.

He liked to exert his role throughout the sexual process. He had rammed it, utilizing as much force as possible. And he went deep. It felt magnificent. I yelled in satisfaction, while he started fucking my pussy with his finger. He made me cum from the first finger alone. I started talking about how I wanted more — more fingers, more finger fucking and more hand.

It just came out while I was being spliced by his continuing internal stimulation. Well, he certainly obliged with my request. We skipped the slow stages of adding fingers. Suddenly two fingers were forced into my pussy. I felt the walls stretch. It hurt. It usually does, from his cock alone. Inside it was rammed, into the vagina as far as possible. He pulled it out quickly then plunged not two, but three fingers inside me. My body convulsed. It was not expecting the third finger. I still thought it was a dream to dream when masturbating.

But here it was, seemingly. Finger by finger my pussy was being invaded — tearing slowly with each entry and additional finger. I squealed in pain — feeling the walls again stretched. This time I knew I bled. I could feel it. But I needed more. I told him that I daydreamed about him fisting me, about having his hand inside me, and of being pounded by his gigantic fingers and fist.

Fuck, writing this is making me horny again! He assured me I was doing very well taking his fingers. He was pounding his three fingers inside and out, with each First time fisting stories and exit stretching the entry and preparing it for the fourth finger. I suddenly felt a change during one entry. It was thicker than the three fingers. It stretched and stretched the entry until I yelled in pain.

I came all over his hand. I yelled, my body convulsed, and I squirted everywhere. After my eruption, my fisting had been completed. I lied there, panting and trying to catch my breath. This is as far as we got with the fisting process. Four fingers — deeply inside — but sadly not the thumb or hand. I sit here, my vagina dripping with cum as I think of the actions which recently transpired. Source: reddit. post. Next post. TL;DR: An erotic of my first time being fisted. Next post I am physically shaking; multiple orgasmed for the [F]irst time.

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