Fisting — deep penetration

Naturalistic depiction of non-standard sexual intercourse and detailed demonstration of exposed human genitals and internal organs during sexual contact.

I press, slightly turning, the well-lubricated, cupped palm enters almost without resistance into the chocolate-colored, stretched "ear-to-ear" anus of my man. I rotate inside, feeling the walls of the inner glove with my fingertips, pleasantly. Damn. Slowly rotating my hand left and right, I study the internal structure. Like an experienced doctor, applying slight pressure with my fingertips, I perform palpation, using touch as my eyes. The nerve endings

of the rectum pleasantly excite the imagination, and the one receiving pleasure quietly grunts and moans with pleasure.

A pleasant languor almost immediately envelops my body. My wife's well-lubricated hand easily sinks inside my anal pussy. Periodically straightening the palm and bending it into a fist, I experience a surge of energy. When rotating, I feel the fingers pressing on internal erogenous points. Pleasantly. Damn.

I feel a dimple along the course of movement. Without rushing, I push through the resisting tissue—it's a kind of one-way valve, designed to let things out but not in. But we've learned to use it in both directions. First two fingers, then I add two more, and with a rotational movement, I begin the turn. I slightly increase the pressure, moving with a clear direction to the right. The tissue enveloping the hand tenses and reluctantly lets the wrist bone pass further. The palm has completely passed the turn. I stop, making small, jerking movements of literally one centimeter to secure the result. My husband moans sweetly, emitting waves of pleasure. And it feels good for me too—the area of the hand inserted into the asshole equals the area of the inner little intestine; the contact is incomparable, as if I put on a soft, warm glove, and the glove slightly pulsates and adjusts to the rhythm of my advancement. AN AWESOME sensation, it's starting to blow my mind. But that's not all. I slightly squeeze my hand, not completely into a fist, and quietly pull it back. I feel the passage starting to resist, not wanting to release the prey back.

I feel resistance inside my body. My wife has clearly clenched her little hand into a fist. The little intestine, like tightened vise, increased the pressure. The nerve endings sent a rush of adrenaline or something similar to my head—it's blowing my mind. Pleasantly. Damn. From inside, I feel the unevenness from the knuckles, cooler than the bumps from a vibrator.

I stop at the tightest spot and slowly rotate in both directions. The knuckles feel constant resistance from the rolling and slightly pulsating muscles. My man is hit by an orgasm from such action. It's been noted that it's precisely in this spot that he has a concentration of nerve endings. The muscle tightly gripped the little fist and pulsed strongly. My man moans and shudders with pleasure, and I help him. Reducing the circular movements, I press, moving forward, transitioning the hand from a fist state to a cupped one. I turn and go a little further. It feels like at this level we haven't stretched the walls of the little intestine enough yet—100% adherence and tight fit, as if molded to the hand. A little over 25 centimeters inside. My man is still trembling slightly, and I, slowly feeling my way, move further. Now the elbow bone has reached the border of the pastry. My man has stopped shaking, quietly moaning with pleasure. The pulsation in the tissues is barely perceptible. On the laptop screen, he can clearly see my movements and the depth of entry.

The female urge to dominate men is palpable. When I see the elbow sinking into my bottomless anal vagina, I feel an almost spiritual connection with my wife's feelings. At the very least, the pleasant sensations from the extreme are simply off the charts. She performs the penetration operation inside me so gently for my body.

With my free hand, I squeeze additional lube onto the elbow and rub it further up the arm. I continue the slow entry further. The elbow passes the external ring of the anus—35 centimeters of my arm. With my fingers, I feel an obstacle ahead. I slowly probe and find another turn. I push my fingers forward, bending my wrist slightly upward. The resistance increases, though it's still far from critical. I give a little jerk and move forward by the length of the hand. My man's eyes are practically popping out from seeing the depth of penetration.

My eyes aren't popping out. I'm simply enjoying psycho-physiological pleasure, observing how my wife, sticking out her tongue from excitement, tries to push her little hand as deep as possible inside my intestine. The very conscious violation of all socially-determined conditions (the stipulated human taboos) leads to indescribable delight, from which an enhanced orgasm occurs. All restrictions and prohibitions conditioned by mentality and morality are artificial, and we have long ignored them without any harm to our bodies.

When a wife fucks her husband, that's still understandable. But when she fucks him in the ass, which is so similar to a vagina and located in the same place, pushing her arm inside up to the shoulder—that's just pure bliss. And it's bliss experienced jointly by both human halves.

I remember how we developed my rectum. We have an interesting device—a long, black, snake-like thing made of rubber, over half a meter long, itself thin, about a finger's thickness, with bulging heads on both ends—one 3 cm, the other 4 cm, somewhat resembling a blunt bullet in shape. With it, we began testing the depth of entry and simultaneously stretching the little intestine. We made marks every 10 centimeters and, generously lubricating it, fed it inside. The flexibility of the body allows it to pass any turns. Slowly screwing it in and moving it forward with the thin end, we achieved entry results of 40 centimeters. Then we repeated with the thicker end, and by the end of the training—over several months—all 55 centimeters fit inside, which is slightly more than the length of an arm. Pushing my wife's hand into my little intestines up to the armpit hair is something we rarely do; we much more often use powerful, flexible artificial members. Each time during this action, we BOTH feel pride in the achieved results, as if under the influence of a drug. There are 4-5 centimeters left to the armpit. I press with my hand and again feel a slight turn. Carefully feeling for the passage and bending my fingers at the phalanges, I move further. The armpit hair rested against my man's buttocks. AWESOME.

I feel how the hand, in a complex pirouette, has reached the stop. At the same time, due to the rigidity of the arm, the intestine inside me has lifted slightly (straightened), pushing apart neighboring organs. No discomfort is observed. On the contrary, pleasant moments gather into a heap: from the feeling of maximum fullness of my insides, from the pressure of the hand on the internal walls of the intestine, from the extreme actions of my little wife. My anus is developed and resembles a female vagina, but there are differences. And we use them, understanding the difference and peculiarities for our pleasure. It blows my mind completely.

I freeze from what has been done. I give a little jerk with my compound, multi-stage member made of an arm. I begin to roll the testicles in the scrotum with my free hand. My husband, from what he sees on the screen and the additional stimulation, falls into another orgasm. Pleasantly. Damn. I also start to tremble; from my pussy, instead of snotty drops, a stream even spurted.

During sex with large objects (fisting), my dick constantly can't find its place—sometimes it stands like a pillar, sometimes it falls from an overabundance of sensations. And from it, drops (and sometimes a stream) of pre-cum constantly flow from excitement and from all the actions my little wife performs on me. The agitation of the body exceeds everything experienced before.

I note to myself that my body's structure doesn't allow playing inside with a little hand like my husband's, only

rubber assistants can enter that deeply. I stopped, feeling the importance of the moment, and, waiting for the end of the orgasm, slowly pull my hand back. Now the elbow is already outside. Stopping in the middle of the forearm, I give a little jerk. Having played enough in one spot, I push my hand back to the stop against the buttocks. Awesome. Repeating several times, I am convinced how well my husband and I have stretched his little intestine—each subsequent insertion passes more freely. Starting from the position with the elbow outside, I bring the free hand into play. I press the palm against the second hand just behind the elbow bone. The size practically doubles in diameter. I press and, with resistance, pass through. The external sphincter—the first hand is inside up to the elbow, the second up to the palm. The resistance of the anus has increased.

I like it when my woman starts increasing the size of the inserted objects. In this case, I see on the screen how she added the thickness of the second hand's palm to the thickness of the arm. The anal pussy tensed and, with a slight smacking sound, let the increased size of the glove inside. Awesome. The nerve endings immediately transmitted a signal about the change in situation; the body responded once again with a wave of orgasm. I see on the screen and feel how the anus ring slightly turns inside out with each entry and exit of the second palm—indescribable sensations. I remembered how her crazy friend forcibly stretched my asshole to the size of a CD disc and even shoved a 700-gram glass jar inside. The memories are unpleasant. But my little wife seems to do all the same things in terms of stretching the anus, but somehow with pleasure, leaving me with only pleasant sensations.

I begin to move more intensively, about 15-20 cm, with both hands in my husband's rectum, controlling the more deeply inserted hand to stop at the tight part at the level of the knuckle, where the valve is, and return back. Moreover, the palm of the second hand either completely exits the asshole or hides in it. I increase the amplitude, frankly pounding (fucking) my husband's asshole. After all, most women don't mind "misbehaving," playing a role reversal. A few minutes of such spanking, and my husband catches another orgasm. He feels good, and I feel pleasant.

Awesome. On the screen, I see my developed hole—a huge hole. The anus ring looked like an oblong pastry, 10 cm long, with a plump pink border along the entire contour. Truly a mighty anal pussy, no worse than the large labia on my woman's vagina. To me, it's even more beautiful. We took a break. While the ass is stretched to the maximum size, my spouse suggested trying to play with a foot inside my anal pussy. We changed positions. I lift my legs up and hold them with my hands.

I sit in a comfortable chair opposite my husband's asshole. I pull a condom over my foot. It should be noted that it stretches onto the foot with difficulty—it's several times wider than any dick. It looks like a big boat. I lubricate it well and, with my toes, begin to press into the pastry. My husband helps me with his hands, slightly spreading his buttocks. The toes pass inside without problems. The pastry hasn't quite recovered from the previous spanking yet; the little lips are slightly turned outward. The heel has reached the border and started resisting entry. I press and simultaneously wiggle and move my toes inside. The heel rubs at the border of entry and slowly begins to push apart the anus tissue. It's tight, but millimeter by millimeter, I move forward. My man grunts and tries to relax his anal hole. Slap, and with a slight accompanying smacking sound, the heel plunges inside. Somehow a bit tight; the toes even curled from the pressure.

My man asks to start from the beginning. Slowly, I pull back. The heel again tensed the anus muscle and slowly but surely slipped out of the ass's embrace. I add more lube, press, wiggling my toes, trying to position the toes horizontally to the passage. I feel the longest toe entering a soft zone. I move in the right direction, rocking the entire foot, and the front of the foot goes where it should.

The expansion of the muscles is, of course, damn mind-blowing. The foot has passed the valve, or rather, is exactly in it, right in the middle. The heel has only just started to cross the anus line. Awesome. It's blowing my mind, tearing my ass, my brains are exploding from satisfaction. Orgasm covers my body in waves.

The heel is hidden. The tension subsides, but my man is shaking like crazy. Wow, I really did him a favor, a real favor. I got a little buzz too. I add some extreme. Slowly, I turn my foot to the right, towards where his sigmoid colon goes. The little foot advanced another five centimeters. My man trembles with pleasure. I feel the heel has hit and gotten stuck at a turn; there's no further passage. And that's awesome too. I press, trying to prolong my husband's orgasm, give a little jerk. Of course, it's not a hand, but a foot is twice as thick. I've shoved about 30 centimeters inside. Awesome.

Awesome. On the screen, I see my wrecked asshole—my anal PUSSY, affectionate and tender, my slit. My little wife worked hard, developed it lengthwise and crosswise, and along both diagonals too. Let it rest, tired and relaxed. When we train to shove two hands simultaneously up to the elbows, then the foot will also go in to the maximum.

Author Serge Pogorely