Thanks Tracey!
My mother, (b. 1924), never told me anything about she and my father’s sex-life, except that they used condoms.
When I lived in San Diego, in the 90s, I had a friend who fancied himself a fist-fucker, red hankie and all! He and his cohorts swore by Crisco.
When he came down from Big Bear for a weekend, and I let he and his friend stay with me, of course they had to “play”.
They were high on meth the whole weekend and the smell of Crisco permeated the place. The bedroom they used had been rendered unlivable. On the wall, above the headboard of the bed, were Crisco hand-prints.
During the mayhem, his friend had asked me if I would let him try to fist me. Feeling adventurous, I said, “okay”.
He used KY, at my insistence. I was on my back, arms hooked around the back of my knees, my hinie presented for action.He kept slowly turning, gently pushing into my anus, working quickly up to the knuckles. My anal sphincter was stretched to it’s limit.
My friend, “Bud”, jealous, walked up, leaned over, spreading his hands, ran his fingers across my nipples, (probably touching female breasts for the first, and only, time in his life). Already at a heightened level of sensual intensity, I orgasmed, and all of the muscles down there constricted, convulsively, spitting the fingers,(and thumb), in my butt-hole out like the cork from a champagne bottle!
Another time, I had a client, easily 6’6" tall. The man had a truly massive member! It was easily twelve inches long and only very slightly less thick than a soda can.
I sat on that whopper slowly, working, easing myself, my anus, down around it. When it became clear that I was very close to taking all of it, his enthusiasm took over.
He turned us over, my legs around him, and began thrusting vigorously. Perhaps it was the first time he had ever gotten that thing all the way in anyone? His huge dick hit the inner anal sphincter and pushed right through. It made a popping sound. I heard/felt it, right up through my body. He had penetrated into my colon!
I couldn’t say,”stop”, or even, “ouch”.
All I could do was make involuntary squeaks and squeals, in time with his thrusts. There was no possibility of stopping him, pushing him off.
Through my shock, surprise, the pain became something different, something strangely pleasurable, building to a kind of orgasm that I had never imagined. I exploded inside, intense waves of pleasure rolling through me and over me. I became orgasm.
When I got home, I walked in the door. Bud took one look at me and said, “Louise! You’ve been drinking!”
I shook my head slightly, an odd little smile on my face. Still feeling the effects of that massive member, I couldn’t, or didn’t feel like, speaking. I simply held my hands out, indicating the size. He probably turned green, but I was already lying on the sofa, in a dream-like state.
Fifteen years later, when I had a colonoscopy, it was found that I have a hemorrhoid on my inner anal sphincter, you know, the one between the anal cavity and the colon?
I remember the experience fondly, kind of dreamily, but I don’t think that I would willingly do it again.
Well….(maybe?) 🤪
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