My First Fist - Sex Stories

My First Fist

... my anus, up until the second set of knuckles of his hand. All the while I was still on my hands and knees letting him penetrate me at will, nervous with anticipation. Needless to say, i was becoming like a cat on a hot tine roof. As I was there, and excited to be doing this, I wanted it to happen already. Then, he changed his tactic. He started to put the slightest bit of pressure on his hand, pushing ever so slowly and carefully, all the while twisting it slowly clockwise, then back counter clockwise. He kept this up until he was right at the point of getting past the widest part of the hand, that second set of knuckles and getting his entire hand inside of me. I can't begin to describe the tension...in me, in the onlookers, my girlfriend, and, of course him. At that point, he asked my girlfriend to give me a hit of "poppers" (amyl nitrate, the real thing still in those days). I took it, as I liked it occasionally when getting fucked, and waited a few seconds until the "rush" hit me. He was very sensitive to me, and as soon as he detected it coming, he pushed just a little harder and, the next thing I knew, He was completely inside of me. It's extremely difficult to sit here and write this account of what happened that evening, and describe accurately the feelings and emotions that I experienced. It was like nothing I've ever had before. To say it was ecstasy is a gross understatement. It goes way beyond that. Needless to say I was hooked. I never wanted him to come out of ...

... me. Of course though, after about 20-25 minutes, I reached my limit. There's only so much pleasure a person can take. Some years after that, when someone tried to pin me down to get me to describe the feeling, the only thing I could think of that comes close is: try to imagine a time when you had to urgently go to the toilet to move your bowels, or, alternatively, when you were full with an big enema. You had to desperately hold it in, and were going crazy doing so. Finally, you get to the commode and let it go. Now imagine that feeling multiplied by at least 10. That comes close to how it feels once the fister is inside you, fucking you, manipulating inside you, etc. This started a new chapter in my sexual being. I went on to enjoy this for years to come. I spent may nights at various clubs in NY, like The Hellfire Club, The Mine Shaft, etc. in the slings getting my ass worked on. Also at private venues as well. I also had a few girlfriends that, in addition to fucking me with a strap on dildo...a very large one, i might add, LoL, they got very into fisting me. I had one GF in particular that was unbelievable at it. I never saw anyone get as sexually excited in my life as she did when she was fisting me. When she was inside me, I would put my hand back and start to play with her clit. I have a great deal of sexual experience with both sexes, but I never, ever saw a woman as wet as when she was doing me. All I have to do now, if I want to smile is think of her doing me on my ...