Message:   Grand Opening

From: Chris & Julie     Sent: 22 Mar. 2001     Message 1 of 3

Grand Opening & New Members Intro.

Julie and I have been a couple for over 15-years and blissfully married since over 5. We came across your Website a few weeks ago and consider it to be a great service to enthusiasts of the ‘art of fisting’. From looking at the pictures, we can see that Cindy is undoubtedly a great prize for you Joe and can also appreciate the technical effort you invest to create the quality photographic results. The contribution to the Website service from a gynecologist consultant (what I assume zappaz1 to be) is also a great comfort.

I eventually managed to successfully fist Julie about a year ago, after 2-years of continuous perseverance, tears, and guilt trips, reasoning, cajoling and finally bonding on what seems now like a higher spiritual level.

Thinking back, it is amazing how one might think that there is nothing much more to learn about something, only to realize that the knowledge horizon has moved again. In my arrogance I thought I knew pretty much all there was to know about sex and I probably thought that already back in my college days. With ignorant innocence I thought for years that videos describing ‘Fist Fucking’ were presenting males masturbating (jerking off) and I consequently had no interest in viewing them. We first became ‘enlightened’ to fisting when I acquired a black & white video of nostalgic porno, which partially dated back to the first days of silent movies. Julie loves those old films and I was most pleasurably surprised (or pleasantly shocked) when watching "A Night at Ali’s" (as we call it). A visiting lady (of dubious morals) is given a welcome drink by a gentleman clad in Caftan and Fez, who then proceeds to give her an erotic shave, which is then followed by him slipping a hand into her pussy and performing a rigorous fist fuck. Wow! I could hardly believe my eyes and from that point onwards, I wanted ‘in’ to the ‘Grand Opening’.

Julie was quite shocked at the spectacle at the time and categorically stated then that fisting was something she will never agree to perform. Bless her heart! After rerunning the film repeatedly over weeks and months to our continued amazement at the lady’s talent, I casually mentioned that "I would actually welcome the opportunity of trying to fist". Julie was probably disappointed by my comment but has always been an exceptional lover and took me by surprise one day by suggesting that we could actually try fisting. Multiple fingering was something that I had done as often as possible, however it was soon apparent that for fisting a disciplined control over my rampant testosterone was needed when the knuckle depth of her pussy was reached. Patience may indeed be a virtue but boy was I keen on getting my hand up inside her. It was a roller-coaster experience with me generally feeling like I could die happily at one point and being an unreasonable, despicable ogre (and Julie often confirming that fact) at another. But I am a persistent pest when it comes to achieving what had become a life ambition.

A major milestone was probably when I bought the "Hand In The Bush" book. Julie now had reference documentation of something that was being genuinely presented as a pleasurable activity. That is, something tangible instead of viewing porno films of fisting professionals or being harassed by her sexually (probably deviant) husband. I agreed with Joe’s book review and that the safe-sex protection (almost to the point of wearing a plastic raincoat) was overkill for less promiscuous (or monogamous) folks. However, I think the book did lift a psychological barrier from Julie and I am truly grateful for that, as it was preaching to the unconverted in her case.

In regard to hands and lubrication, we tried with and without surgical gloves, Astroglide, K-Y Jelly, Crisco, sperm, spit and a bunch of other stuff until finally settling on a manicured, bare hand and a homemade, edible, Glycerin based lubrication mixture. We also found that getting Julie considerably tipsy got rid of her inhibitions and made her on some occasions incredibly more adventurous, although booze is never a fixed prerequisite.

Background music apparently contributes to a good fisting atmosphere for us and we found that pulsating, belly dancing type rhythm was useful contribution to the mood. The Loreena McKennitt CD’s have several good tracks in this regard.

We now had the scene, willing participants, the lubrication and the handbook (we thought) but I still could not get my hand all the way up into her pussy. Then we arrived at a second milestone. It became apparent to us that I needed to keep my hand and arm as loose and flexible as possible while she maneuvered herself onto my hand, rather than me trying to manipulate my hand into her body. This brings me to the ‘James Herriot’ fisting position, which we named after a famous British veterinary and author. Julie said being on her knees with me "shoving my arm in her hole" was demeaning, had her totally at my mercy and furthermore made her feel like livestock. Julie’s remark presented a problem insomuch that I took immense pleasure by her presenting herself in that position. I love the curves of her buttocks, hips and thighs, and also the close physical, visual and oral closeness to her anus and vagina. After a discussion on the issue we agreed that I should lock my elbow against my raised leg while she rhythmically rocked and bounced back onto my lubed hand.

Heaven of heavens! Deeper! Bliss! Deeper and deeper! Oh God I must have done something right in life to be here now doing this. The amazing sensations running through and over me were as good as any penis penetrative sexual feeling I had ever experienced. Bingo! My hand slipped in. Slipped out. In. Out. "Please, hold it in there. God, that feels so amazingly good." In, out, in longer, out, in, "I AM IN". There is a God after all! I had an urge to fist fuck my hand back and forth but with a quick reprimand from Julie I resumed my passive position. No problem! Anything you say! Anything you want! I don’t know how long we continued but it is never long enough. I fell deeper in love with my wife that day and have been sinking deeper and deeper in love and pussy ever since. What a fabulous experience and a fantastic woman I have as a wife, partner, lover and best friend.

With Julie taking conscious control over the penetration and my conscious self-control, her confidence in performing fisting has accelerated to the point that I can occasionally slip my hand, slowly and carefully, into her beautiful pussy when she is reclining on the couch watching television. Having said that, I can also get the whole scene set and get nowhere because she is not in the appropriate mood or is just simply not flexibly receptive at the time. Success is all a matter of trust. If she loses trust at any point due to over enthusiasm on my part then I have to get out and work on winning that trust all over again. I can be my biggest enemy in that regard and realize that self-discipline together with love and affection is the key to successful erotic fisting.

I might add that since reading a message on this Website last week, that excessive pubic hair possibly impedes ease of vagina access, we have recently addressed the issue of growth and shaving. I have always been proud, enthralled and fascinated with Julie’s abundant pubic hair growth, which spread from hip to hip, across the top of her legs and around her pussy to circle her anus. My appreciation of Julie’s pubes was greater than her own opinion of her bush but to me it was a delightful indication of a mature, fully-grown, female genital area. I loved burying my face into her bush to lick her clit or spread my hand across the wide expanse of her fabulous, hairy pussy (which BTW she has had me regularly dye red since many years). My desire for her to retain as much crotch hair as possible (excluding bikini time) was an erotic priority to me and has been carried through more than 15-years of our relationship. That has now changed. All the hair growth, from the top of her clit lips around to her anus, has been shaved. Both sides of her soft, luscious, protruding clit lips are now totally hair free and now I am wondering why we didn’t do it years earlier. She loves the groomed result and I really had no idea how wonderful it would feel to massage her genitals with moisturizing creme or suck and orally caress the entire naked area. My priorities have changed.

Now that my ‘precious prize’ of a woman has given me the priceless gift of a flexible cunt that can swallow my hand to the wrist, I must concentrate on trying to make the experience as delightful and pleasurable for her as it is for me. Julie does not achieve orgasm with fisting and indeed has never had a vaginal orgasm in her life but nevertheless seems to have lots of fun with multiple clitoral orgasms and ejaculations from oral sex. Her reaction to fisting has been audibly, and physically positive on several occasions and it is my objective to continuously improve on giving her pleasure as far as humanly possible. I am ready to broaden my knowledge horizon at any time in this regard.

BTW, from my personal experience with Julie’s vagina, I often wonder why gynecologist examination chairs present women in a stomach up position rather than facing down. With Julie on her knees and my hand up inside her vagina, it is apparent that gravity helps keep the vaginal orifice open and easier to access (and examine). With the hand and fingers closed in a fist (it is tight in there) I can gently feel her vagina wall and cervix with relative greater access and movement than if she was on her back. Maybe an expert can comment on the examination chair issue. Furthermore, since we have been practicing fisting, when Julie’s pussy resumes to the non-stretched state, it is tighter than it was before, which is a condition contrary to what I have read from other couples here.

So, there you have it. The most personal information about us that we have ever made public and that by Internet upload. Can’t get much more public than that. This gives me a bit of a spooky feeling really.

Just to complete this epistle, Julie said that she had no intention of contributing any messages to the Message Board herself but if anyone has any questions or comments to her that require a response, I will try and change her mind.

Thanks for listening,

Chris