Two Hands Are Almost Enough

By Cindy Manlove, January 1997*
Copyright 1997, Cindy Manlove, www.CindyAndJoe.com

This is the story of how I was introduced to fist-fucking (also known as fisting), and how I became addicted to it.

The really strange thing is that this story is actually true. I've changed our names and some of the background details because I don't want my friends and family to be able to identify me, but otherwise all of the facts are correct. Now, I'm guessing that you won't believe me anyway, but at least I hope that you will enjoy reading my story.

My name is Cindy and I'm 48 years old. I met my current husband, whose name is Joe, about five years ago. I'd been married before when I was fairly young, but my first husband left me when I was 32, so I'd been "alone" for over 10 years when I met Joe. (Of course a single mother isn't really "alone", but you know what I mean - my son was busy growing up and by the time I met Joe my son was pretty independent.)

Joe is five years older then I am, but despite his advanced years he is still pretty keen on sex. As for me, I had never been all that aroused by the sex that I had experienced with the boyfriends of my youth nor with my first husband. During my first marriage I had finally learned how to achieve orgasm together with a man, but it didn't happen all that often. In fact, the last several years of my first marriage had been practically sexless.

I had, in fact, become convinced that all of the stories that one hears about how wonderful sex can be were pure hype, made up by frustrated people who egged each other on in the hopes that there really was wonderful sex to be had somewhere.

When Joe and I met it wasn't "love at first sight" at all. In fact, we spent quite a bit of time telling each other how we were both looking for something or other in life, but that whatever that was, it couldn't be the other one of us. Still, we were doing things together that we had a common interest in, and we got along well, and then one day Joe asked me if I'd like to be his girlfriend - "until I find what I'm really looking for". Not the most complementary pick-up, but I too was looking for something new to happen in my life, so I said "OK", also because by that time I was beginning to fall for him, even though I hadn't realized it yet.

Already from the first time we went to bed together I found myself more aroused than I had ever been before with a man. I understand that the sex-drive actually increases in most women up towards their forties - that is certainly the case for me. In addition, Joe turned out to be a very considerate and gentle lover, and somehow we just clicked together in bed. I actually achieved orgasm already the first time with Joe, much to my surprise and delight.

Our first time in bed together also put to rest one of the fears that I had had. Let's face it, the advertising industry's worship of the young, firm and slim bodies of models wasn't all that good for the self-confidence of a short forties-something woman who was a little bit chubby. But Joe liked my body, even commenting that my "hangy" tits were nice.

Joe especially likes to play with my cunt in many ways. Already the first time we were in bed together he spent a lot of time licking and sucking on my cunt lips and my clitoris. In fact, the actual intercourse part of our love-making was fairly minor compared to the amount of time that was spent doing what most people would call foreplay.

Even though Joe had come during our first love-making session there was still one thing that worried me. What if my cunt had become too big and loose over the years? After all, I had given birth once, was up in my forties and a little bit overweight, all factors that I feared could mean that my cunt was no longer tight enough to give a man the necessary satisfaction. But this too turned out to be an unnecessary worry - although for a reason that I was totally unprepared for!

When Joe and I were about to go to bed together the second time I asked him if there were any special positions or things that he liked. Joe was a bit embarrassed, but managed to say "well, yes, I kind of like fist-fucking"!

Well now, I didn't know what to think! I had never even heard of heterosexual fist-fucking before that - I thought that fist-fucking was only something that gay men did. A whole hand in my cunt! Impossible! Still, I'm not the kind of girl who gets upset about something without first finding out whether there's really a reason to get upset, so I just said something noncommittal, and then Joe and I made love and had an even better love-making session than the first time.

Already during this second love-making session Joe began to slip fingers into my cunt and to say things like "what a beautiful big cunt" and "it's really exciting to see how many fingers I can get into you" and so on. But the really amazing thing was that I found this exciting too - the feeling that my cunt was being stretched a bit was very erotic for me. I achieved several orgasms during this session, and began to look forward to seeing how thing were going to develop.

What followed were the most erotic months of my life! Every time Joe and I went to bed together he'd spend some time "opening me up". First he'd lick me and suck on my cunt lips and my clitoris until I'd come several times and was properly warmed up and relaxed. Then he'd put a lot of lubricating cream on my cunt and on his hand and he would slowly work his fingers into me, gently but firmly pushing and stretching me. I could simply feel my cunt getting bigger and bigger as the days passed!

This was an unbelievable turn-on for me. Feeling Joe's hand coming deeper and deeper into me and the sensation of my cunt stretching and getting bigger and bigger gave me one orgasm after another. This was a big surprise for Joe, who had tried fist-fucking with a couple of other women before, but who had never experienced a woman who found it such a turn-on. For me it was simply an incredible feeling of sexual excitement.

After a couple of months the fantastic day came when Joe's entire hand slipped into me. Now a new and very erotic sensation was possible. Joe would insert his hand into me, and then move it very slightly in an in-and-out motion. At the same time Joe would lick my clitoris or massage it with his other hand, and I would simply come and come and come. "My little orgasm machine", Joe started calling me!

Joe, of course, was also very excited by what we were doing. He kept telling me that I was the sexiest woman he had ever been to bed with because I was so crazy about fist-fucking. As I've mentioned, Joe had done it with a couple of other women, but none of them had been particularly keen on it, so my willingness and the way I responded to it was a great turn-on for him.

The crazy thing is that it turned out that our fist-fucking experiences up to this point were nothing compared to what followed.

Joe and I started living together a couple of months after I had first taken his whole hand, and ever since then we have made love practically every day. Not bad, considering our ages - Joe now being over 50 and myself approaching that age.

But to get back to our experiences of the first year that we knew each other: Soon after that wonderful day when I took Joe's whole hand, Joe told me that he had had a dream for many years of finding a woman that could take both of his hands at once. This, he admitted, was a dream that he never expected to actually experience.

Joe has a fairly extensive collection of fist-fucking porno movies, and sometimes we watch one of them as a warm-up to our love-making sessions. (The fact that I liked to watch porno movies together with Joe was something else that surprised him - I was apparently the first woman he had ever known who reacted that way. I should perhaps also mention that we are Europeans, so we don't have the problems that Americans have with censorship of fisting pornography.)

Anyway, the point is that in several of the fist-fucking porno movies that Joe has there are female actresses that can take two hands, but only two women's hands. Joe told me that he had never seen a fisting movie where a woman took two man's hands, so he was more-or-less convinced that his dream of fist-fucking a woman with both hands was in fact impossible.

As I've said, I'm not the kind of girl that lets herself get upset unnecessarily, so I just said, "Let's give it a try, Joe. The worst that can happen is that it may turn out that you're right, that it is impossible."

During the next many months Joe continued to "open me up", i.e., to slowly but surely stretch my cunt by inserting more and more fingers from his other hand. We didn't do this every day, as that would have been too hard on me; we typically did it once a week, sometimes a bit oftener, sometimes several weeks would go by without an "opening up" session. The other days of the week we did fist-fucking with just one hand or sometimes made love without fist-fucking.

After a couple of months of this "opening me up" Joe discovered a new position that became one of our favorite positions. We call it the "modified missionary position", in that it is very much like the traditional missionary position with me lying on my back and Joe lying on top of me with his cock in my cunt. The big difference is that he has his right arm down under my left thigh and his right hand in my cunt along with his cock.

This modified missionary position is a fantastic turn-on for both of us. I love it because I really feel filled up and the fact that Joe's cock is inside me as well as his hand is an extra thrill. For Joe this position is an almost sure- fire way to achieve orgasm, so we often resort to it when Joe can't seem to come any other way. He says that it's the combination of lots of body contact and the psychological kick he gets when he feels that he is really "pushing" me. In this position he can work his hand pretty deep into me and spread his fingers out so that the inside of my vagina is being expanded like some kind of balloon.

We also discovered another interesting thing about the same time as we discovered the modified missionary position. One day Joe was fisting me, with his hand inside me and moving slightly in and out, and he asked me to play with myself instead of him licking or massaging me. I went to work massaging my clitoris, feeling a bit self-conscious, but Joe is very good at breaking down my inhibitions. He kept saying things like "It really turns me on seeing you play with yourself" and "Try to take your time so you give yourself a really strong orgasm".

Suddenly I could feel that I was on my way to an orgasm that was going to be something special. I did what Joe said, and dragged it out as long as I could, and then I went off like a bomb! I had never experienced an orgasm like that before!

So that's how I discovered that I was capable of achieving two kinds of orgasms: normal ones that I can achieve again and again, typically 10 - 20 altogether during a love-making session, and "big ones" that almost shake me apart, but that I can only achieve once or at most twice. (Actually, if I include the "small ones" that I get when I masturbate alone, then that makes three different kinds of orgasms that I can achieve.)

From that day on I've demanded "a big one" about once a week. It has become a fundamental need for me, because after a week or at most 10 days has gone by without "a big one", then I really crave one, even though Joe and I have been making love every day and I've gotten my usual ration of 10 - 20 normal orgasms every day.

So far the only way we've discovered to give me "a big one" is for Joe to be fisting me slowly and for me to play with my clitoris. We've tried several times to see if Joe can stimulate my clitoris in the same way that I do myself, but that always ends in me only achieving a "normal" orgasm, or else me taking over my clitoris in order to get myself up to that higher level.

Before I get any farther with my story I had better mention a couple of things that I feel are important in case you, dear (male) reader, feel inspired to try to do together with your (female) partner the same things that Joe and I do together.

The first rule for fist-fucking is to respect your partner and to work together with her to ensure that everything works. Never try to push her more than she is feeling up to. If you try to go too fast, you will end up losing her confidence, and she'll say "no more fisting" and you'll get frustrated and you may risk your entire relationship breaking down. So take it easy and you'll be able to achieve much more in the long run.

It goes without saying that you should keep your fingernails well trimmed and wash your hands before you start. Joe and I don't use rubber gloves, but apparently some couples feel that rubber gloves are necessary and even desirable for fisting.

Use lots and lots of lubrication. Use more than lots of lubrication. And then use some more. It's very important that the insertion of the hand into the cunt is not being stopped by friction; the only stopping factor should be the problem of the cunt not being stretched enough yet. (As for the kind of lubrication to use, I'm afraid that I can't give you a recommendation that is of use to you - we live in a European country and the brand name of the stuff that we use wouldn't mean anything to you. But I can tell you that what we use is the same stuff as gynecologists use in hospitals for internal examinations, and that it's available in drug stores, at least where we live.)

Finally, it is very important that your woman friend begin to do daily "contraction exercises" to build up and maintain the tone of her cunt muscles. These exercises involve contracting and holding the muscles around the cunt for about five seconds, relaxing them for about 10 seconds, contracting them again, and so on. It's the same kind of exercises that women are supposed to do after a pregnancy, and I do them 40 times every morning after I wake up. I feel that this is very important, because I fear that if I don't do these exercises that my cunt will become so big and loose that my uterus will descend, and that's certainly not something you want to have happen to you!

Well, time to get back to my main story.

Approximately once a week Joe would work on making by cunt bigger by first inserting his right hand and then slowly working as much as possible of his left hand into me. This was a very slow process, as I had to tell him to stop when it began to hurt, but we could see that we were making progress. Week by week, month by month, Joe was getting his second hand farther and farther into me!

Joe and I worked closely together during this "opening up". I would tell him when to stop because I couldn't take any more stretching, and he would pull his left hand out a little bit. Then he would give me a bit of a rest, and maybe give me another orgasm by licking my clitoris or telling me to massage my clitoris. Then he would slowly but firmly push his left hand in again until I had tell him to stop. This continued, stretch, rest, stretch, rest, for several minutes, until I said that that was enough for the day.

For this "opening up" process we used two different positions. Sometimes I would be in "doggy" position, and Joe would insert his hands from behind. This was the position that we had assumed would be the best, but in fact it wasn't.

The position which was best, and the position in which the project finally succeeded, was with me lying on my back. Joe would be kneeling between my legs, and after warming me up suitably he would insert his right hand. He'd then hold his right hand "high", i.e., up against my pelvic bone, and would slowly insert his left hand "low", down towards my asshole.

The advantage of this lying position was that I could relax my muscles the most in this position. It was a bit awkward for Joe to push his left hand in below his right, but this gave the best result, as that was where my cunt had to stretch - it obviously couldn't stretch upwards where the pelvic bone is, and sideways was no good either, as that's where the leg bones are.

I must admit that I had mixed feeling about this project. I had become a fist- fucking addict, and I just loved our daily love-making sessions with the wonderful feeling of being filled up and the many daily orgasms and the weekly "big ones". I was in love with Joe and reveled in the fact that he loved my body and my sexuality and in particular that he was totally crazy about my cunt.

On the other hand, I did worry about whether or not this two hands project was going too far. What if we did my cunt some kind of damage? What if Joe couldn't control himself and started to push me too much even after I said stop? What if it turned out that I simply couldn't take two hands, would Joe lose interest in me?

Still, it was a turn-on for me, feeling his left hand come slowly farther and farther into me. I simply couldn't believe how large my cunt felt, and how filled I felt as I came closer and closer to achieving Joe's dream of taking both of his hands. So it wasn't just for his sake that I did it, it was also because I was curious and excited about the possibility of doing it.

I've already mentioned that the project succeeded. It took over a year from when we started, i.e., from after I first took one of Joe's hands. During the last several months Joe had been saying things like "I think you're going to do it!" and "Oh God, it's so close! Just a few more millimeters."

Finally, one day I could feel that Joe's left hand was sliding in a bit deeper than I had ever felt it before. "You did it!", Joe breathed, "you did it, Cindy!". I could hear the excitement in his voice. Unfortunately, I had to tell him to pull out immediately, as the stretching was too much for me. But now we knew that it was possible!

Sure enough, several days later, when we tried again, I was able to take both of Joe's hands and let him have them in me for almost a minute. And from then on there was no looking back. A couple of weeks later I actually achieved orgasm with both of Joe's hands inside my cunt!

Joe was beside himself with excitement. "You're incredible, Cindy", he kept saying over and over again. "You're the only woman in the world who can take two man's hands." Now, I don't know if that is true or not, but it is nice living with a man you love and who thinks that you're the sexiest woman in the world!

At first Joe wanted to fist-fuck me with both hands fairly often, but I could feel that this was too much for me. After a two hands session my cunt is very stretched and loose, so I have to do extra exercises for the next couple of days before it begins to feel "normal" again. I had to set a limit: two hands only once a week at most, and preferably only once every second week. Joe accepted this without protest - he too understood the importance of not damaging my cunt.

So is that the end of the story? Well, almost, but not quite. It's normal human nature to never be completely satisfied, so I actually wasn't very surprised when Joe asked me if I thought I could take both of his hands and his cock all at once!

Once again I answered "I can't promise anything, but let's give it a try." As a matter of fact, this didn't require all that much additional stretching. The biggest problem was simply finding a suitable position. By now I was able to take both of Joe's hands in the doggy position, and again we assumed that this would be the best position for our new project of me taking both of Joe's hands and his cock. But again we were wrong.

A couple of months passed before my cunt was stretched enough for me to take "the works", as Joe called it. Once again we first succeeded with me lying on my back, even though this meant that Joe had to lie at right-angles to me down there at my behind. He started by inserting one hand, then his cock, and finally the other hand slid in. God, but my cunt felt big and stretched at this point!

Just a little bit more stretching was needed for me to be able to take "the works" in doggy position. This position is easier for Joe, but it is harder on me, so we normally do it doggy style every second time, and with me lying on my back the other times.

Joe still likes to fill me up with "the works" occasionally, although not so often these last couple of years as during the first year or so after we first succeeded in doing it. One minor problem is that it is very difficult for Joe to come when he has "the works" in me, despite the fact that he finds it extremely erotic. He has achieved orgasm a couple of times with his cock and both hands in me, but usually he removes one hand in order to come. The problem is that with "the works" inside me there is too much pressure on his cock, so it is actually rather uncomfortable for him!

How do I do it? Well, I'm not exactly sure what it is that makes it possible for my cunt to stretch so much. As I've mentioned, I'm a bit on the chubby side, and Joe says that my body structure is much softer than that of most women. In fact, Joe says that it's almost as if I'm made of "silly putty", in that my skin and muscles and even my sinews can be molded and stretched much more than is normal.

But what I think is just as important is my attitude, i.e., that I'm willing to try anything, plus the fact that I find it exciting. The fact that Joe is very cooperative and that we trust each other and worked together on the "opening up" projects is also very important. And finally, the fact that we didn't rush it is important. It was about a year and a half from when we started going to bed together until I was able to take "the works". I'm sure that if we had tried to do it faster that I would have panicked at some point, and then the whole thing would have broken down.

There's one final thing that I should point out, just in case you think that part of the explanation for what we have achieved is due to the fact that I'm a big woman and that Joe is a small man. In fact, I'm fairly small, about 162 cm. (5' 3.5"), and Joe is fairly big, about 180 cm. (5' 10").

Perhaps you're asking yourself, "Does this woman have any limits at all?". Well, I guess I must have, but I don't know what they are. And perhaps I never will know.

It's now over three years since I first took "the works" in my cunt. Since then Joe and I have agreed not to tempt fate by trying to open me up even more. I think you'll agree that this is very sensible - you probably can't imagine how huge my cunt is with two hands and a cock in it, but believe me, it is really, really stretched, and it takes several days and extra exercising before it begins to feel "normal" again. So for the moment at least, two hands and a cock are my limit.

So that's the end of this installment of my story. If you'd like to read more about the kind of things that Joe and I do together, please see installment number 2, entitled "Ropes and Rings and Other Things". These stories, plus some pictures of me, can be found on the Internet at CindyAndJoe.com. There is also a discussion area there and a chat room, and Joe and I would love to meet other couples there who are into fisting and pussy-stretching.

Yours, 
Cindy

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*Revised April 1997 and Sept. 1999. Ages and other details have not been changed, so they refer to the situation in January 1997.