It felt like the world had exploded, and it was glorious. My cunt enveloped his hand and I could feel every single little movement. No fucking in the world could match it- with every thrust the sling rocked, pushing me back onto his fist. I lost complete control of my ability to speak, squirted all over myself and him, and then shuddered. Slowly, delicately, he pulled his hand out, cupping my pussy with it and he stroked me.
I thought I fell in love with him that night.
Later I realized what I had really fallen in love with was fisting.
Happy Fisting Day!