Girl on the Net

OK, so obviously I am excited to publish a guest blog on fisting. Perhaps even more than that, though, I am excited to publish a blog that so perfectly captures one of my favourite things about porn: that when you watch something that presses a really specific kinky button in your brain, it can give you a rush of excitement and joy that you just can’t wait to try out.

The guest blogger (who has asked to stay anonymous) writes beautifully about both the inspiration and the fulfilment of her desire, and I hope you enjoy her story every bit as much as I did.

“Fisting the wife until she comes”

You should know my sexual relationships prior to my boy were very vanilla, where any suggestion of something slightly kinky was met with raised eyebrows (not the good kind). My boy and I have been together for a few years now, and feel very much the same about sex. If it interests one of us, it’s worth a go. It’s wonderful. So, to the story. (Note: I feel I should warn you there is blood, but accidental and everything-was-fine blood).

I was bored at home last Sunday. The boy was in the lounge room chilling out and I couldn’t sum up the motivation to do anything productive. I made myself a cup of tea and took it outside to have with a cigarette while idling over Facebook. Still bored after exhausting all my usual go-to boredom sites, I decided to watch some porn. On my phone, I went to the redtube site and watched a couple of boy fucks girl videos. Then one popped up amongst all the others that sounded a bit different.

Fisting the wife until she comes.

I think I was curious to watch it not because of the fisting, but the word “comes”. I enjoy watching real women have real orgasms in all their wet moaning glory. I clicked it.

I half expected to see a man being aggressive, and a woman in a little bit of pain. What I saw was a man giving his all to his wife, treating her cunt like a thing of miraculous beauty, and the wife in absolute ecstasy. The way she moaned, my god the way she moaned. Her cunt was soaking wet as she laid there on the kitchen bench and her husband between her thighs. Every movement he made brought absolute pleasure to her cunt, and they way he touched it was glorious. His whole hand was moving inside her, then he would bring it out and rub his whole hand over every part of her cunt before slowly sliding his hand back in. It looked like he just wanted to touch her wet cunt everywhere all at once like it was the greatest thing he’d ever seen. The whole time she was whimpering and moaning and absolutely lost in the pleasure of it all.

I was drenched. Everything about this turned me on. I have a submissive nature and the thought of giving myself up completely to the boy like this drove me mad with lust. I was skeptical that something so large in my cunt would feel good, but I suddenly wanted it. I needed my boy to do this to me, soon. I wanted to at least try, even if we stopped at 4 fingers if more became ouchy. I absolutely had to have my boy try and fist me.

I went into the lounge room and found him dozing on the couch. We’d had some wonderful Sunday sex a few hours before, so I wasn’t sure how he’d take this suggestion, or whether he’d be into it at any time. I told him I found myself unusually horny (code for “I need to fuck, now”), and thank god he came with me to the bedroom. I locked the door, put a towel on the bed and tried to tell him what I wanted. We have such a wonderful relationship and everything is always treated with respect, but I found the words “I want you to fist me” very hard to get out. I tiptoed around it for a while saying having lots of fingers inside me is something I want to try, I don’t know why but I do, I watched a video and it was hot and I need to try this please can we try this. He was happy to oblige, despite not really feeling particularly horny himself. I mustered up the courage to tell him that want I really want is for him to fist me, but I don’t know if that’s possible when you try the first time, so we agreed to take it slow and see how far we get.

He kneeled between my knees and removed my pants. He ran his fingers over my cunt and I could see he liked that I was already very wet. I was so turned on I was grateful that he jumped right in and slid two fingers inside me. His fingers fucked me while he rubbed my clit with his other hand, and then I felt the third finger push inside me. And then the fourth.

I was enjoying the ecstasy I had watched the wife in the film experience. My cunt was now the one that was sopping wet, making those delicious wet noises as my beautiful boy fucked me with his fingers. I felt him push a little harder, and my cunt stretched to accommodate whatever it was he was doing. I couldn’t tell, it just felt glorious and all I could do was lay there moaning. I watched him as he concentrated, his eyes fixed between my thighs. He had this look on his face, like he was feeling a mix of awe and intense pleasure. I looked down to see him dominate my cunt and I realised his whole hand was in there. His entire hand up to the wrist was fucking my soaking hot cunt and I collapsed on the bed unable to stop moaning. His hand felt huge, but glorious and incredibly hot. I looked up and watched him fumble with the belt on his jeans, forcefully pull them down and grab his cock out of his pants. He was rock hard. With one hand he was fucking me to oblivion, and with the other he started furiously wanking. He needed to fuck, badly. He let go of his cock and used that hand to start rubbing my clit, and I was utterly lost. I didn’t want it to end but I felt the rush of an orgasm creeping up. What he was doing was sexy and hot and my cunt was wet and he was hard and my god it felt so good. I came hard with my cunt wrapped around his hand and I felt like everything exploded between my legs. It was easily one of the most intense experiences of my life and I want to do it again, often.

What should have happened then:

He grabbed his cock and looked at me with a desperate need. He pushed me onto all 4s and fucked me hard from behind until he came deep inside me.

What actually happened:

He grabbed his cock and looked at me with a desperate need. Then he looked down at his cock and stopped dead. I looked down to see his cock and hand covered with blood (sorry). I told him I was fine, nothing hurt and it was probably just some broken blood vessels from being stretched so far. He was worried, so we stopped, cleaned up and I went to the bathroom. Everything was fine, just some broken blood vessels as I thought, and no damage done. Neither of us knew that was a possibility so it caught us by surprise, but hasn’t deterred me from doing it again. I asked him later about getting turned on from it, since he had said he wasn’t particularly horny when we started. He said it was the imagery. He got hugely turned on seeing his hand in my cunt, and watching my cunt react to what he was doing. So I guess he’ll be all for trying it again too. Thank god, because it ticked so many boxes on my turn on list.

Editor’s note: I couldn’t publish this blog without mentioning that fisting – along with many other sex acts – has been banned in porn under the ridiculous UK porn rules which came in on 4th December last year. These laws are sexist, nannying, utterly illogical, and have already seen a number of pornographers censored and at risk of losing their livelihoods. If you’re a fan of fisting (and fisting porn), and you believe that adults should have the right to film consensual, legal sex acts and sell the videos if they want to, please consider supporting an organisation called Backlash, which is working to fight against the UK censor, and put fisting (and spanking, facesitting, and other banned acts) back into UK porn. You can also directly support Myles Jackman, an obscenity lawyer who is working tirelessly to campaign against the regressive rules, and support those who are affected by them. Ta.