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Chapter XXX – A Bride’s Different Request (I do not own Love Romances. based on Love Romances, No. 42, Marvel/Atlas, August 1954)

At least for me, the first night after the wedding must be something special. Must be the one where you finally meet the person you love and surrender your body and mind to him or her. It has to be as special as your first time with somebody or, at least, the first kiss.

Nowadays people quite ditched the ‘sex before marriage is wrong’ taboo and are more liberal in such. Maybe that killed the bit of dream and romanticism from the wedding night. But for me, it was perfect for me to realize a fantasy I was dying to do.

Won’t hide it: I love the practice of fist fucking. You won’t hear many people, women mostly, confess they like it, but I am the rare ones to do. I feel something when I see somebody sticks his or her hand inside the pussy or the ass, no matter if it’s a guy or a girl who is getting fisted. Bizarre I know, but this is what makes my boat float.

Josh, my husband, is the only one else who knows about my secret (well, that was too obvious, I guess). But it was quite complicated to him accepting his wife had such weird fetish. That I would not disagree with, because I know how it is hard to have such desire and, if I was him, would be reluctant to accept an idea like this.

I began to like fisting when reading Josh’s magazines where a woman told the story about how her boyfriend did that to her. At first found it a bit disgusting when I read the story account, but when I began to look for it, I realized I had the same fantasy as well. I tried to not admit, but it was impossible not to.

Until weeks before our wedding, I didn’t ever told Josh about my fantasy. I decided to confess it after we read a magazine who said couples should share more their fantasies to each other. I was uneasy to tell that I quite liked the idea to try his fist in my pussy, but I guess I had to, don’t know why but I had to.

“Fisting? What the hell? Why the fuck you are into it, Marge?”

“Well, I just like it, Josh. Can’t we like stuff that isn’t too ‘mainstream’ in sex?”

“I am not saying you shouldn’t. I am asking because it’s not every day you find somebody who is into it”

“Now you know somebody. Hope you aren’t trying to judge me for that?”

“Nope, not at all! I won’t judge you, Marge… I cannot judge the things the woman who I am going to marry like. Just don’t understand”

“And how could I show you a way to understand it?”

“Are you suggesting you want to try getting fisted?’

“What about we try it at our wedding night?”

Josh went shocked when I proposed him to fist me at our wedding night. At first, he hesitated and sometimes rejected my offer. But he ended up relenting and we decided to try it then. Well, we already did enough stuff sexually and, since the first night has to have that special spark, why not try it there?

Flash forward, wedding night. The ceremony and reception were amazing, beautiful, the best moment of my whole life. After the reception was over, time to come back to our nuptial room and begin the fun.

“Well, here we are Marge… time to see if this thing with fists is good or not”

“I am a bit eager here, Josh… I am anxious and I don’t know what to do…”

“Just relax and let it flow, baby. We are husband and wife now. If it’s on law and consensual, we can do everything”

“But I don’t know what to do…”

“Are you bailing out?”

“Never! I won’t bail out of anything, Josh... It’s just it will be my first time on fisting and I need to see what we can do”

“What about we what we are used to and, when times comes, we can try. How about that?”

That was the most plausible option to choose and Josh’s suggestion was the one to follow. And then we went to do what we usually do in sex before we went to the higher grounds. You know, sucking dick, him eating my pussy and us fucking good as usually we do.

Nothing remarkable about it because it was all foreplay to us. The ‘real’ fun wasn’t in it and we had to wait till the confidence was built for that to get into the real fist action.

“Are you ready, Marge?”

“Yes! I am!”

“This is the last time we can regret and go back home”

“No, Josh. I do not regret. Let’s do it. Keep that hand ready for me, darling”

“If you say so, dear”

And the time came for us. It was finally the turn of Josh and I learn if fisting was a go for us or not. I had my legs open wide and my pussy for my now husband to avail. I was eager yet apprehensive about our first experience in such.

“Please, do it honey! My pussy is here for your whole hand to play with”

With his hands open like a karate chop, he slid them slowly into my slit and then his fist began to close. As soon as I felt that going it, it was strange, it felt like a tree was going inside my pussy, something of thickness I never had in my whole life, like a ball going whole inside me.

“UHhhh… ahhh….”

“How does it feel?”

“It feels… odd…”

“Want me to continue?”

“Yes. Please, don’t stop honey”

His fist inside my pussy was a feeling strange to me, something really that was way off anything else I had tried in my whole life. Even at my gyno exams it was something of that caliber. But I didn’t want to stop feeling it.

Josh began to rub his knuckles on my labia as I began to moan for real because of that. As soon as that started, his fist became like a cock. It went inside and outside my pussy, first slowing and then going as fast as he could without putting my at some painful distress because of the fact his hand was now doing the job of a penis.

“Ahhhhh Yeahhhhhh! Your fist… ahh… is as good as your dick! Please, fuck me with these! Ahhh! God! Don’t stop!”

The feeling went from odd to delightful. Being ‘thicker’ than a cock, it filled my pussy in a while I never expected it was. It had the thing of being something different to do in my wedding night and it was the wildest stuff that came up for us to enjoy. And girl, that was wonderful.

“Yess! That fist, I want it all baby! Fuck me Josh!”

“I am impressed you like that kind of thing, Marge”

If he was impressed, I was as well with that fist pumping into my pussy. The fear that would cause my pussy to tear apart or even damages of every kind went away during that night. Josh did it gently; trying to explore as well the weapon he carried with him but never realized it served well for sexual pleasure.

Maybe only if I was crazy I could imagine having an orgasm because of a fist inside my pussy. Perhaps the kind of thing that only could exist in the realm of the mad things no one tells to the others. But it wasn’t crazy anymore, and I still can’t quantify how much pleasured I felt when everything was over… Nor Josh did.

“Are we crazy? Are we dreaming? Is this what we did a real thing?”

“As real as it gets, Marge. We did it. You’ve got fisted… how did you feel?”

“Well, it felt good, it was fantastic! I wonder how we never tried that before!”

It was so good that we did it again the next day and we spent the entire honeymoon experimenting other stuff as well. If you are interested to know, maybe you might wait until the next chapter, if there will be one…
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