El fisting que salió mal

My friend Lorena had been in a relationship with Carlos for a long time. Recently, they were having some problems in their relationship; mainly monotony in sex. It seemed to Carlos that everything was reduced to a boring screw without any emotion and my friend Lorena would get frustrated in bed with no other option but to masturbate when Carlos started snoring. More than once she proposed trying different things, daring, intense, but the fantasies of the two were opposite. The only thing they generated were discussions and much frustration, a real dead end.

The first time Lorena heard about the term Fisting was at her aunt's house.

It was very hard to find her 22-year-old cousin Roman, who was really campy, touching his cock with both hands while watching pornography on the PC. She was speechless from shock. Hidden behind the door, unable to gesture a single word; not because of Roman, who didn't have anything special except for a small and deformed penis, but because of the dirty images that the monitor showed at high speed.

Later that same day, when she finally had some time alone in the house with enough curiosity, she turned on her cousin's computer and stayed to watch all the perverse content. It was easy; inside a directory called Romancín, she found a folder called My Privates and inside it an endless list of pornography of all kinds.

Zoophilia, sex with dwarfs, men finishing women in their mouths, men with men, old whites having oral sex with blacks, old blacks having anal sex with whites, foot fetishes, etc., etc. As she explored the folders, things got more and more extreme and perverted. After half an hour Lorena had red eyes but couldn't stop looking. Suddenly, something unexpected, something new and never seen before by my friend, with the name Fists, a directory full of videos of women and men being screwed. Fist in the vagina and anus. Some started simply with one or two fingers, then ended up inserting the entire closed hand. Lore couldn't get out of her amazement, turned off the PC and left the room red-faced from embarrassment. It had gotten late and Carlos was surely waiting for dinner. On the way home, she involuntarily looked at the hands of the men walking by on the street, hands of all sizes. Almost without wanting to, she started fantasizing about feeling them inside her, just the thought made her wet all over, she felt her underwear getting wet. She thought of Carlos and wanted to feel his hand inside, but remembered how little he was willing to try something new in bed, she felt powerless, full of rage. She kept walking and suddenly remembered the times she had gone shopping at Don Osvaldo's store on the corner, attended by a man of 70 plus, with large, calloused, and masculine hands, she imagined them inside her and got wetter. It was getting dark, almost closing time for the business, she quickened her pace and seeing that Don Osvaldo's store was empty, she went in. She saw him lustfully next to the counter ordering some papers, what enormous hands! What thick fingers! Without saying a word, she threw herself at him, Don Osvaldo thought it was an assault, grabbed a can of peas and hit her on the head with it. Lorena never woke up again. Today Carlos wonders what the hell happened.