Recording Teri's Fisting

Back in the last century, I was kind of a gadget freak, always jumping on the bandwagon with the latest tech, with mixed results. (Anyone remember the Apple Newton? Feh.) When the first Affordable digital cameras came on the market, I had to have one. Don't recall the brand name, but it was big fun to snap a diskette full of pix and upload them to my PC.

At the time I was having sex with two women: Blonde Sally, who was a full-figured cheerful scientist type, and Teri, a petite, rather reserved little gal who loved sexplay but rarely achieved orgasm. I didn't ever romp with the two of them together but they had had sweet Saphhic afternoons together without me...

At one point, Teri expressed an interest (via email) in being fisted, vaginally. I had seen it done, at parties, but had not personally participated (I have rather large, broad hands. ) we batted the idea around for a while, and concluded that Sally would lend a hand, so to speak :-). I then volunteered to use my new digital camera to record the proceedings -- swearing not to post any of the shots on the internet.

The appointed day found the three if us, all naked, the camera operator sporting a rigid boner but trying to keep things professional. The contrast between the two women appealed to my artistic side -- Sally, solid and ruddy, blonde all over (if you know what I mean and I think you do) and Teri, small, large-breasted, with a neatly trimmed bush of tightly brown curls framing an about to be invaded oussy.

We set the lights and the women crawled onto the bed. Digital cameras do well in low-light settings which was good for the type of intimate doings we were planning.

Sally, ever the stickler for sound laboratory procedure, donned a latex glove before the kissing, strokung, fondling and All-out masturbating got under way. I was jumping around, trying to get the best angles and coverage.

After several minutes of foreplay, Sally globbed a generous dollop of lube all over her hand and into Teri's cunt entrance. Then it was: 

"One finger, OK?"

"Bring it on."

"Second finger, OK?"

"Onward and upward..."

"Third finger -- how ya doing?"

"Ummf! A little tight but I'm loving it..."

"Fourth finger -- I'm rolling them over into a cone shape...still good?'

" A bit weird but in a good way...that is the most anything that I ever had up there..."

Sally worked her folded digits in and out for quite some time, Teri moaning in appreciation and clutching at the bedsheets alk the while. Then Sally murmered, "Ready for the thumb?" A sentence you just don't hear all that often in dairy life.

Teri couldn't or wouldn't speak, merely nodded her head and flashed a tight, dirty grin. Sally folded her thumb over and began to rotate her gloved fist into Teri's gaping cunt. Soon enough, the hand was alk the way into Teri, up to the wrist. I was snapping away photos like a mad fiend, getting all sorts of arty angles of the improbably stretched vulva, the small belly bulge, the taut labia -- and the almost trance-like expression on the fistee's face...

After quite a long period of twisting, pushing, and wiggling on Sally's part, Teri said "it feels great but I don't think im gonna cum." 

Sally asked, "Shall I take my hand out?"

"Yes please..."

Washing up, cuddling, and after-care ensued. I once again promised not to post the pix on social media and to supply them with copies of the files. As I reviewed them I found many of shots to be among my best photographic work,as well.as highly erotic. I blew up one of the fisting shots to poster size (faces obscured) and hung it on my studio wall.

Later on I had a falling-out with Teri (my fault, drug-related stupidity) and I complied with her request to destroy the files and prints. So I am left, as so often is the case, with just my memories...

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