SEXIS WRONG

My First Fist-a-Thon
Tristan Taormino
In 2002, I went to my first kinky summer camp and had a ball.
Two years later, the organizers invited me back to the seventh
annual event, now relocated to a more adult-friendly retreat
on 200 acres of secluded land. In addition to teaching classes,
I was asked to host a special event. Their suggestion:
Tristan’s Fist-a-Thon. Since fisting, and in particular, deflowering
anal-fisting virgins, is one of my passions, I wasn’t hard to
convince. The premise was that we’d see how many people
I could fist both vaginally and anally, plus how many could be
fisted by others, in the span of two hours. We weren’t raising
money like a typical ’thon, more like raising consciousness
in a did-you-know-I-could-expand-you-and-your-orifice-likethis?
kind of way.
In an old barn converted into a dungeon, we
set up a row of massage tables and spanking
benches draped in disposable, absorbent bedsheets.
Next to each one sat a folding chair
with paper towels, gloves, lube, and baby
wipes. There were thick black mats on the
floor for the overflow of fistees. On the stage,
I laid out an assortment of toys, including a purple-and-whiteswirled
buttplug that looked like a candy cruller, a red rubber,
teardrop-shaped plug, and a black vinyl plug I nicknamed
“Superstar” for its ability to help me get people’s asses to go
where they’d never gone before.
please be patient. General orgy rules apply: Don’t
touch anyone without permission! Once I have
gotten my entire hand inside you, the fisting will be
added to the list by the official tally master; then,
unfortunately, I must move on. But I encourage
you to keep going with a partner, ask a friend to
take over for me, or finish yourself off.
First up was one of my camp cabinmates, a gorgeous, curvy
blonde woman who’d never been vaginally fisted before. Her
fiancé licked her pussy during my announcements, and when
I made my way over, he moved to kiss her and play with her
nipples. I snapped on a purple nitrile glove, and she moaned
as I worked my way inside her pussy. She was wet and open.
The premise was that we’d
see how many people I could fist
both vaginally and anally, plus how
many could be fisted by others,
in the span of two hours.
I played with her for a while, eventually getting all five fingers
in, but when it came to that point where my hand’s diameter
is thickest, it felt like too much for her. She was disappointed
when she decided to stop, but her man stroked her face, and
I knew she’d be okay.
I welcomed everyone and
reviewed the ground rules:
Fistees, please warm up before I get to you. Play
with your ass or have someone else do it, so by the
time I get to you, you’re already on your way. Feel
free to use any of the toys, but cover them with
condoms. I can only fist one person at a time, so
I moved over to a fiftysomething guy I recognized from the
audience at one of my classes earlier that day. He had one of
my favorite toys in his ass—a clear acrylic plug with a convex
base that acts as a magnifying glass; I often use it in demonstrations
during workshops to give people a chance to see
all the way inside someone’s butt. We worked together for a
while, and when I slipped in him all the way, I heard faint clapping
in the background. Two down, a roomful to go.
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