Message-ID: <2862eli$9708111816@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: "NMI" <*10682@concentric.net> Subject: Diana's Story F/mast FFF /fist 01/?? Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <5slgh2$kkn@examiner.concentric.net> Hi all, I didn't Wright this. Please post remaining parts ( I know of at least 1 more part. Had it. Lost it ) Thanx! -NMI Unsolicited e-mail is a sin! (To despam proof my e-mail remove the "*") Do not read this if you are under eighteen or generally prudish. Wait till you're older, or have a more open mind! DIANA'S STORY - PART ONE My life changed completely when I divorced my husband Jim. I had been an increasingly unhappy product of the middle classes who had made the mistake of marrying her first boyfriend. Why? Because at thirteen I was five feet ten, and thought I was a freak. Jim treated me nicely at school, protecting me from some of the bullies. He was a year older, and we leaved not far from each other at the time, so we tended to end up walking home together. I really thought that I was lucky to have someone like Jim to look after me, and despite feeling very little actual passion for him, we went out together from then on. I was always very shy, because I'm so tall - at fifteen I hit six foot, and stayed there - and it was easy to stick to the person I knew, and at the time trusted completely. Everybody expected us to get married, and we did, when I was nineteen and he was twenty. Ludicrously young, I know that now! If Jim had been sexy - or interested in sex - it would have made a big difference, but he really was happy to make very traditional love once every couple of weeks. Not much foreplay, not long about the job. I don't think he ever considered if I had come or not, he would just roll over and snore. Talk about the sexual revolution passing us by. I knew there had to be more to it than I was getting, but I accepted Jim and his faults, and reasoned that at least I was secure, and he was considerate. Everything came to a head when he had to go abroad for two months on an urgent contract, leaving me to my own devices for more than a couple of nights for the first time in literally eight years. One day, after he had been away for about a fortnight, I was at home, achingly bored, and decided to have a complete clean out of the bedroom. Now, we had bought the house about three years previously, and had not done a lot to it, as it was in pretty good shape. So there was no reason at the time to check under carpets, and look for loose boards. You can probably guess what happened - or have a good idea. I had moved the wardrobe in the corner of the room, and was hoovering, when the corner carpet lifted onto the nozzle. Underneath was a small section of floorboard that looked different to the other planks. Curiously, I bent down to look, and saw that it wan't nailed, and had a sort of knot hole at one end. Even more curiously, I put a finger into the hole, and tugged. The board came up easily, and underneath was a heap of magazines, and a couple of videotapes. The magazine at the top of the pile told me everything, it was a secret porn stash! The mag. was called 'Anal Sex,' and had a picture of a girl with a cock up her bottom on the cover. I felt myself go all shaky. I knew they couldn't be Jim's, the wardrobe hadn't been shifted since we put it there on the day we moved in. With shaking fingers I hauled out the porn collection, finding a variety of different perversions had been catered for. Unbearably nervous, and already excited, I reached deeper into the underfloor recess, and found a plastic bag. I pulled it out too, and looked inside. There were vibrators in there, three of them, varying is size from five inches to nine. At the bottom of the bag were five little bottles, still sealed as new. The wrappers had words like Bolt, Reds, and TNT. I had no idea what they contained. Now remember, I had never done more than plain fucking. I hadn't even had oral sex, or given it. I suppose I had wondered if we should experiment, but Jim was so staid, I never came near to having the nerve. I had never even masturbated, if you can believe that - you see I'd been in the same relationship since I was fourteen years old, with a man who barely knew what sex was! Of course I'd read magazines, I'd watched movies, but Jim had a sort of spell of blandness, nothing seemed to particularly affect me either way. I felt pleasure when we made love, sometimes I got quite excited, and I had definitely had orgasms, I was sure I had had orgasms! The moment I saw the cover of the first magazine, I knew my life would change - I'm not exaggerating - I felt a surge of something I had NEVER felt before. The adrenaline of desire. Not for anyone, but for IT. For sex. God or some other force had put the means in my hands, to an end I could not have possibly imagined. The wardrobe stayed where it was, the carpet fell back into place. Trembling violently, I dropped the magazines, and the bag of paraphernalia, onto the bed. I could hardly get my clothes off, my fingers were all thumbs. When I was naked, I lay on the bed, shut my eyes for a moment,so that I could open them and see if I was dreaming, and when I did open them, there was that girl again, with the willy up her bum. I spread the magazines out, my eyes gawping at the images they displayed. I hardly dared open them. I closed my eyes again, flipped a magazine open at random, and blinked the darkness from my eyes. A beautiful young girl was smiling at the camera, her mouth wide open, a white line led from a small pool on her tongue to the spurting shaft of a wet red cock. She had actually taken a man's semen in her mouth! My own mouth was dry, but another part of me was suddenly noticeable by its wetness. I opened my thighs, and instinctively cupped a hand around my sex. It felt hot, and swollen. I hadn't even done anything, and I was already as turned on as I had ever been. I looked through the first magazine, the anal one, and my hand kneaded my mons, firmly, making me hotter and wetter by the second, until I started to feel the moisture on my hand. A photograph of a girl on her knees, ass raised, and long thick cock half buried in it - made me pause. I could see the beauty of it, it made me feel very strange indeed. Because, you see, I was attracted as much by the girl as by the image of sodomy. I was starting to rub myself, what else could I do. I knew that sex was rhythm, and I was finding my own tempo. Sensations were buzzing through me by now, urging, drawing me to experiment further. That was when I really discovered my clitoris. Yes, I had felt nice things from it before, but not on this scale, the old sensation was a mild tickle compared to this. Before I really knew what I was doing, I was caressing that eager bud with the edge of my hand, the wetness making it slick and very lovely. I completely forgot the magazine as I got carried away on a tide of rapture. The waves intensified, come more and more quickly, until a great breaker of joy washed over me, and I came, properly, for the first time in my life. I had discovered pure gold. I had won the lottery. I panted, my chest heaving as I juddered to a halt. I couldn't bear to touch my clitoris any longer, it was too sensitive. I had had my eyes shut, and now I opened them onto a new world. Opposite the bed was a dressing mirror on a stand, I had moved I there while cleaning the room. I could see my reflection in it, laying back against a mound of pillows, my nipples pointing, thighs akimbo, and the gash of wet flesh in between, surrounded by a tangled fringe of moist pubic tendrils. I realised that I was actually very sexy looking, the sight of myself like this, louche and slippery, was a turn on. I stood in front of the mirror, and examined myself as if for the first time, touching myself as if I was a new lover. I discovered parts of myself I had never considered, I found sensuality in every curve, tenderness in surprising places. I compared myself to the girls in the magazines, and frankly, I was as good, hell, I was better! My ass is a bit on the big side, and though my breasts are quite shallow, I have quite bulbous, plump nipples that stickout easily when aroused. I've always been fit, and the flesh I have is firm. If anything I'm in better shape now than I was then. I actually sobbed as I realised I had never been called sexy by my husband, and here I was, in my own eyes, as desirable as any of the models in the magazines I had found. It was a conversion of Damascan propotions. I kept on going back to the pictures in the anal magazine, my bottom sort of clenched in empathy, and my eyes fell on the bag. I shook it out on the bed, the vibrators and bottles clattering onto the duvet. My hands knew what they were doing as they reached for the smaller shaft. I had only ever glimpsed a vibrator before, and it had not been as pretty as this one. This one, all of them in fact, were like sculpted penises in black latex. I checked it out from end to end, not imagining that after at least three years there would be any juice left inthe batteries, but there was. When I twisted the end of the vibrator, it shuddered into life. I gave a little shriek, and dropped it. I actually giggled and blushed as I tried to pick it up. I captured it quite quickly, and switched it off. I walked into the en suite bathroom, and very deliberately washed the vibrators, and dried them on a towel. What instinct was it made me bring a jar of vaseline back into the bedroom, tell me that? Back on the bed, I studied the magazine, noting the way the girl's anus expanded from a rosebud to a mouth. If hers could, mine could - I was bigger than her anyway! My eyes caught something familiar in the corner of the centrefold. A pot of vaseline, identical to my own. My heart pounded a little harder. I was learning fast. And there beside it, that little bottle, just like the ones on the bed. Had they got something to do with anal sex? I split the seal on the bottle, and unscrewed the cap. A strange chemical smell assailed my nostrils. I wrinkled my nose, and replaced the cap. Suddenly my heart was pumping like crazy, and I was mad for it. I scrabbled at myself, unthinkingly forcing two fingers into my cunt. It took my a while to work out that it was the chemical smell that had made me go so crazy. The feeling didn't last, but the effect on my libido did. I opened the vaseline, and dipped in the two fingers I had had in my cunt. I paused for just a moment before touching my anus, and then pressed a fingertip to the twitching rosebud. It felt delicious as I rubbed my finger over the puckered sphincter, I cooed, and pobed myself with an experimental finger. "Oh Jesus" I sobbed, as my finger parted the tight-drawn orifice, and slid rudely into my rectum. I nearly came again from that alone. For the next few minutes, I finger-fucked my bottom, moving onto the thrusting finger, then the thrusting fingers, because two felt even better. Shortly, I remembered the vibrator. I spread the excess lubricant over its glans, and a little way down the shaft. I didn't plan to do much more than just slip the head in, if I could. I switched on the motor, and set it at a slow throb. I was even nearer to coming when the shaking shaft hummed against my asshole. That strange instinct controlled me again, and I found myself reaching for the little bottle of Amyl Nitrate. One sniff, and I was an animal. With no further preparation, I rammed the vibrator at my bottom-mouth, and felt it give, so utterly deliciously that I could hold on no longer. As I drew the shaft up into my body with one hand, I rushed a finger back and forth across my clitoris, and came. This time the spasms gripped upon an unrelenting penetrant. My ass muscles clenched and relaxed again and again, and each time they relaxed, the shaft crept a little deeper. When my orgasm at last subsided, the vibrator was humming very quietly, because it was lodged deep in my no longer virgin bottom. The vibrations reached into every inch of my gut, shuddering my womb from the other side. My womb... I picked up the next biggest vibrator, and discovered that perhaps my desires were not exactly normal. In the anal magazine were photos of a girl taking two men at once, one in each hole. I wanted to be that girl. I was going to BE that girl.... This vibrator was seven inches long, and correspondingly thicker. The one in my ass was about the size of Jim's cock. Two would surely be too much for me.... but I had to find out. I kept the vibrator in my bottom by sitting on it, while I lubed up the new shaft. It hurt just a little bit to have something up my asshole, but it was a sweet, sensual hurt, and I loved it. I lay back, and ran the throbbing glans of the second vibrator over my sex, gasping at the way the vibrations seemed to run through me. I gingerly positioned the glans at the entrance of my sopping wet pussy, and thrust. I was so aroused that despite the shaft in my bottom, the bigger vibrator actually started to slide into me, making me tight in a way I never knew before. Part of the trouble with Jim was that if I did get wet and horny when he fucked me, I felt less and less the more open I got. He just didn't have enough for a big woman like me. The second set of vibrations was making me a molten mess. My juices were trickling onto the bed, coating the smaller vibrator, making it difficult to hold. I looked across to the mirror, and cried out at the nasty, wonderful scene it displayed. My legs were cocked right back, thighs wide, and my hands were pushing and pulling those two black shaft in and out of my hungry body. I felt utterly wanton, and somehow terribly pure. I suppose I should have been surprised at how easily I took two up me at once, but everything was so weird, so special and sexy, that I was just going wherever my senses led me. I could feel those two shafts moving against each other, and it was the maddest thing, but I loved it at once, I fucked myself into a frenzy, and came, gritting me teeth to keep from howling. I had found my G-spot, without even knowing I had one! I fucked slower and slower, and finally drew the shafts out, my cunt was sort of numb by now from the vibrations, and I knew I needed a little rest. I slept for a couple of hours, my dreams full of the images from the magazines, and awoke, hot, excited, and wet again. I decided to try and hold on for a little while, maybe get a drink, maybe see if those videos were sexy too - they had no covers or titles, just cryptic numbers. I put on a bathrobe, and stuffed everything into the carrier bag. In the living-room, I drew the curtains, switched on a couple of table lamps, and mixed a generous vodka and tonic. I spread a large bath-towel on the sofa, and laid out my array of pornographic materials. My heart pounding once again, I slotted the first tape into the player, and sat back, wondering what on earth I was about to see. I know now that it was an amataeur film, possibly even of the previous tenant sof the house - we never did meet them. It was raw, hard core sex. It made me feel so odd, I'm against this sort of thing, in principle, but here it was, kinky sex on screen, and I couldn't take my eyes off it. The first set up had a girl waking up an older woman, and making love to her. It was the first time I had been exposed to proper lesbian sex, and it took my breath away, while confusing me terribly. I couldn't understand why the sight of two naked women had such a strong effect on me. Surely I wasn't a lesbian too? Was I? The younger woman cunnilingered and frigged the other to some sort of climax, and then a man appeared. Not badly hung, either. I decided that I would try to emulate whatever happened on screen from now on, so I picked up the biggest vibrator, the nine incher, and licked it like the girl was licking the real cock on t.v. After a minute or so of fellatio, the man turned the girl round, and fed his cock into her cunt. I rolled onto my knees, and rubbed the head of the big shaft against my pussy. It was a bit awkward, but I found that if I lodged the base between my ankles, I could brace myself against the thick phallus, and push down onto it. I moaned as the hard, fat glans parted my labia, and began to open my vulva. It felt fantastic. I let myself down onto the thick pole by degrees, whimpering as it filled me fuller and fuller, climbing up inside me until it was hard against my cervix. I felt my buttocks on my heels, and realised I had taken nearly the whole thing. I never imagined there was that kind of room inside a woman. I was very glad there was. I fucked myself as the man fucked the girl, getting hotter and wetter until my dildo was slooshing and squelching as I pumped onto it. When the man drew out and pushed his hard cock against the girl's puckered up anus, I panted nervously. My cunt might be able to take the big vibrator, but what about my bottom? I leaned forwards until the shaft slid all the way out of my cunt, leaving it strangely empty, and tingly. I felt behind myself, moving the tip of the phallus up to my still slippery asshole, and very carefully leaned back. The sensation of that big glans spreading my anus was unbelievable, the flesh sort of ticked and creaked as it was forced open. Suddenly, the glans was in me, my sphincter gripping it around its neck. It hurt in the way the little one had, that sweet hurt that wants more. I had an inspiration, and picked up the little bottle of Amyl Nitrate. A wee bit frightened of its violent effect, I took a sniff. I had found the key to my ass. The drug rushed in my brain, loosening everything for the few seconds it needed to push that nine inch shaft halfway up my bottom, with the most astonishing sensations of pentration and lust you could imagine! I had almost forgotten about the video. It played on somewhere in the background as I fucked my ass deeper and deeper, forcing myself down onto the thing until it was far up my bowels, and giving me twinges of delicious pain and pleasure. I fumbled for the switch, and managed to turn the beast's motor on. It was shatteringly good. My guts quivered as each descending stroke sent the phallus throbbing at my heart. My rectum was more than tingling, it was shaking, it was wobbling with rapture. I couldn't hold on for long. I jammed a finger onto my clitoris, and ripped spasm after spasm from my loins, my ass clenching miraculously hard on the belly-deep shaft. I was hooked on anal sex. More than that, I was hooked on sex, totally. I whimpered, the shaft slowly slid out, giving me delicious tremors as it departed. I switched off the vibrator, and the video, and paused to think about it all. Everything was moving so fast. Barely an hour ago I was a bored housewife near the end of her tether. Now I was a sexed-up beast, hurrying from one thrill to the next, being perverted, taking drugs, and fucking like a total slut, even if it was myself I was fucking. The housewife washed the vibrators carefully, ate a big sandwich, and tried to reason with herself. She was soon forced to give way for the slut. Twenty-seven years without sexual fulfilment would take a long time to make up for. I sometimes think that for every sexually mature year for which I was dormant, I have to have a year of indulgent excess. That makes. fourteen years, of which I have still have eight left. Thank God! I was drawn back to the tv by a force I found thrillingly new. I pressed play, and this time just caressed myself gently while watching the writheing bodies entwine, separate, penetrate, and ejaculate. I loved the way one woman sought out the jets of semen from the two men who had just fucked her. She looked so greedy, and the sight of the sperms slithering down her face was oddly arousing. I wondered if I would enjoy that, and felt yet another barrier crumble as I knew straight away that I would. I wanted to taste a man, to know how his fluids felt on my tongue, in my mouth... I masturbated easily now, my initial storm of desire just muted enough to keep the need for instant gratification at bay. The young blonde girl from the first story re- appeared, with another girl, brunette, and quite pretty too, they started to make love, and I felt my belly sort of flip as they sixty- nined each other. I imagined how another woman's tongue would feel in my pussy, lapping at me, flickering over my clitoris. It took me an effort not to come at that point. It was dawning on me that I was going to have to go beyond wanking. I was going to have to find someone to do these things with, to feel a woman's hands upon me. The blonde girl climbed off the brunette, and turned round again. She picked up a tube of something, and spread it on her hands. I wondered what was going on, after all they both looked like they were pretty wet. I found out very soon, and with it found my vocation. The blonde girl slid two slippery fingers into the brunette's snatch - so far, so normal. Then a third finger, and a fourth finger followed. I found myself feeding fingers into my own cunt, stretching them apart like the blonde was doing, and I arched like the brunette as I felt my vulva opening as wide as it had for the big vibrator. I am a big woman, that is undeniable, but it had never occurred to me that my sex might be as big in proportion as for example, my feet. I found that four fingers squelching was very good fun indeed. And then blondie eased her thumb into the thickening bunch. This whole thing was so weird already, I just accepted that what these people were doing was fairly normal if kinky sexual practice. Not the sort you discuss with your friends maybe, but how was I to know? To me, at that time, it really looked no weirder than actually seeing people fuck. I carried on frigging and my eyes grew wider as blondie started to twist her hand from side to side, while the brunette just opened up to her, her wet vulva glistening and rippling as it expanded. It was such a shock, but so logical when the hand suddenly plunged, wrist deep in that seemingly nice, ordinary cunt! It was logical, because it fitted so neatly. I gulped, with a primal instinct gnawing my vitals, and gloated over the junction of wrist and cunt. Blondie's hand began to move in and out, making brunette shudder and wail as it popped the vulvaic rim. Blondie thrust her hand firmly, and swirled it it out of sight, the tendons in her wrist hinting at the movements within. My first day of real sex, and I was watching a fist-fucking film. No wonder I've turned out as I have! I found that I was tucking my own thumb into myself, and pushing harder and harder. The angle was wrong, because even though it was feeling wonderful, I just couldn't get past the wide knuckles. 'Maybe you can only do this with a partner,' I thought, which made my resolve to find someone - and it would be a woman - to teach me all this new loving. I frigged away stickily for the few minutes of fist-fucking on screen. They finished all too soon for me, so I just carried on, and after another minute or two, I reached for the big vibrator again. Already I had learned to long for the feeling of a stretched cervix. I pressed the thing into myself, gasping as it opened me up. The neck of my womb grasped the neck of the glans in a clinging embrace. I held it there like that, and fast forwarded the video, I wanted to see what other action was on offer. Blondie was playing with a vibrator, just like me, thrusting it in and out of herself with smooth power. I locked into her moves, and moaned with her moans. After only an few moments, she pulled the vibrator out, and forced four fingers into the empty sex-mouth. My heart rose into my throat. If my instincts, so recently discovered, were not mistaken, blondie was about to fist-fuck herself! She reamed herself wider and wider, and then I discovered the secret. Blondie removed her hand for a moment, tucked her leg behind her arm, and fed the fingers back into the now stretched and exposed vulva. Getting dizzy with desire, I followed suit. I could feel the difference immediately. The angle and the leverage were much improved. Bondie started to execute long, slow, side to side twists. Four of them, and her hand reached the widest point, majestically cruising over the rim, into her cunt. My path was clear, I had been shown the way. I still believe that some kind of inner or outer force knew what I needed, and directed me to it, planting those videos and magazines just for my benefit. When I copied blondie, and twisted my hand, it seemed the only possible course of action. Stopping would have been totally absurd. I felt the muscles and membranes start to ache, like my asshole had ached, sweetly, invitingly. I wanted more of theat feeling, so I used my right hand to push on my left. I Let my cunt go as slack as I could, and with a scream of delight that I couldn't stifle, I sank my hand into the hot, molten pit of my hysterically happy cunt. Have you ever had a moment in your life when you just know that the right thing has happened, regardless of the potential consequences? That was my moment, the first moment when I was utterly convinced of something in my life. I knew that my cunt was getting what it needed, what it had needed for a long, long time. I don't think its just because I'm a big girl, either, though that has something to do with it. A lot of other big women wouldn't be able to do it, or want to. It was the thrill of it being my hand, or potentially someone else's hand. It gets me off much more than a cock - unless its big, and in my ass. Being able to actually feel, to explore and probe with fingertips and knuckles. That is so very special, and I determined straight away to become very, very good at it. I was actually surprised when I found out that fisting wasn't a common form of sexual expression. Maybe that's why I've worked so hard to promote it since then. Why shouldn't it be as popular as, for example, anal sex? It will be, if I've got anything to do with it! I lay with my hand in my cunt for as long as I could bear it. It would be some time before I could just enter myself and fuck without anything other than the sweetest sensations of lust. I gave myself three orgasms, quickly, one after the other, my right forefinger dancing a fandango on my increasingly tender clitty. It had never had so much action in so short a time. I felt a wave of emotion welling up inside as I shuddered the third time. Tears started to fall from my eyes, tears of joy. I finally quivered to a halt, and very gently and slowly drew my wet, reddened hand from my cunt. I felt it close as my fingers withdrew, regaining something like its normal proportions. But it would never be the same again. For the first itme in my life, I felt sexually satisfied. That weekend, I went cruising, a pastime I hadn't dreamed I would ever indulge in, and that now I couldn't live without. I bought a listings magazine,and looked through the gay section. Hoping for the best, I selected a lesbian bar, and on Friday night, I went into town, and dressed up nicely, but not outrageously, I walked nervously through the door of the Pink Pussycat. The bar was half empty, and the women seated there turned to look at me as I came in. It was very strange, I could feel them sizing me up as a potential sex partner. Women appraising me with an eye to making love. I strolled up to the bar as nonchalantly as possible, and ordered a large vodka tonic. I sat on a bar-stool, and sipped my drink, grateful for the warm wash as the alcahol kicked quickly in to my excited system. I decided that if they were going to cruise me, I'd cruise them. There were various types, from deisel-dyke to femme, and some that looked pretty normal, and two, an older woman, and a girl, who kept on trying to catch my attention. The older woman had grey hair, but she didn't look near forty when I got a good profile of her. The girl looked dark, sultry, with thick black hair. There was something both wanton and innocent about her. The older woman smiled at me, and beckoned. What the hell! I thought, and went over to their table. That's how I met Hilary and Naomi. Hilary was actually thirty-six, and Naomi twenty- two. They were lovers, had been for about a year, and they were interested in me. "I've got a feeling you're rather new to this," said Hilary, making me blush. I decided to be frank with her. "It's my very fist.. I mean first time," I said, blushing even redder at my Freudian slip. Hilary's elegant eyebrows arched, and an odd little smile flitted across her face. "Well, I'm glad we all know where we stand," she husked - she had this rich, throaty voice - very sexy. I giggled, not sure if she was serious, but Hilary knew women, she read me like a book. "I think we could go right now," she added, and as if hypnotised, I followed the two of them out of the club. I had only been in there about five minutes! Outside, we walked in silence to Hilary's Golf Gti, climbed in, and I was driven off to my first lesbian encounter. Twenty minutes later we pulled up outside an elegant house in Camden Town. I was led into an airy hall, and from there into an exquisitely decorated lounge, classic French sofas chaise longues provided the seating. There was a large cabinet in one corner, the open doors of which proved it to be a huge television set. I sat on the edge of a chaise longue, and cleared my throat. "You'll have to help me out... this is all very odd for me... I'm a married woman, and I've never had affairs.. with men or women... I don't know where to begin." I told them, laying my cards on the table. "But you do know about fist- fucking, don't you?" Asked Hilary. "Oh yes... I know about that... since Wednesday," I said. Watching my boats burning. "Well, that's all that matters then," said Naomi, sitting beside me, and putting her small brown hand on my trembling thigh. It was terribly warm in the room, warm enough to be naked... Hilary came over to the chaise as well. They stood me up, and slowly undressed me, stroking and kissing as they uncovered my skin. Their hands caressed me like the winga of little birds, delicately, with shiveringly light touches. My trembling changed from nerves to the first stirrings of arousal. "Oh God... I.... I... Oooooh!" I sighed, my protest collapsing as a hand slipped into my knickers, cupping my mons, and finding the wetness that was already dampening the gussett. My panties were pulled down, and I srepped out of them. I stood there, naked, Hilary and Naomi looking at every inch of me, peering into my most intimate places. Naomi pulled my buttocks apart and touched my anus with her finger. I puckered automatically, and then relaxed, as I had just learned. Naomi giggled, and slid her finger down to my oozing pussy. She carried some of my juice back with her to my asshole, and rubbed it round the rim. I let out a little moan, and moving my feet apart, I pushed out my bottom to signal my approval. Hilary was massaging my breasts, sucking alternately on my pointed nipples, making them stand out like fingertips. Naomi's finger pushed through my sphincter and probed my rectum. It felt delicious. Hilary slid her hand down my belly, and ran her middle finger along the pouting lips of my sex, parting them expertly. A moment later her finger joined Naomi's inside me, and they thrust together, in and out, finger-fucking me to a powerful state of horniness. "Get the things, Naomi, she's ready for us... aren't you Diana?" Said Hilary, rhetorically, I could hardly speak, let alone answer. They had caught me completely off guard, and I loved every second of it. I was their plaything for the evening. Would I enjoy their games? Time would tell.. Hilary sat me on the chaise, made me lay back against cushions, and spread my legs. One was raised on the chaise, the other she held back with her shoulder as she went down on me. Her's were the very first lips to touch me there, and I came almost as soon as her tongue-tip touched my clitoris. She ground her face into me as I gushed and shuddered. I could feel her lapping me up as I felt ecstasy of a brand new kind. She left my clitoris to calm down, and started to tongue-fuck me, making me writhe and whimper, it felt so good. I opened my eyes as Noami came back into the room, carrying a sports bag. She put it on a coffee table, and unloaded the contents. I watched, fascinated, as a selection of bizarre toys and tortures were carefully laid out. The sight of cuffs, a tawse, and what I later found out were nipple clamps made me decidedly nervous. "I.. don't do S&M.." I gasped. "Don't worry, not all those things are for you," said Naomi, smiling at me reassuringly. "They're for me... but you're welcome to try them," she offered, with genuine generosity. I gasped, unable to speak as Hilary's tongue tickled my bud again. "Maybe later...," said Naomi, smiling sweetly, but with a delicious hint of danger I hadn't seen before. Perhaps this trip was going to be even stranger than I had anticipated. As well as the S&M gear, there were a couple of vibrators, lubricant, and a dildo so big I thought it was a joke, and laughed out loud. Hilary and Naomi exchanged looks. "Let me show you something," said Hilary. "Naomi, my favourite, please," she told her young lover. Naomi picked up the monster shaft. It was about fourteen inches long, and thicker than a man's wrist. She lovingly anointed it with K.Y. and held it upright, the base of it resting on the seat of the chaise. Hilary swung her leg over it, straddling the shaft. She guided it between the long, fleshy lips of her vulva, and found her entrance. Then she bent her knees, lowering herself onto the beast. After a few seconds pause, the head of it suddenly plunged into her cunt, and a few seconds later, another drop sent it deep into her womb. I was fascinated to see how her labia framed the thickness of it, and the way her clit hood stretched back. My throat tightened. I knew I wanted to feel that thing for myself. Hilary fucked herself slowly, rising and falling until the shaft was moving with comparative ease. "There, you see, nothing to laugh at," said Hilary, sternly, but smiling. I smiled back, uncertainly. "Do you think I could take... that thing?" I asked. Hilary's eyebrows arched as they always did when surprised. "Touche!" She said, and laughed. Naomi held the base of the dildo as Hilary stood up. It left her body with a lubricious slurp. My cunt had been reamed to extremes since Wednesday. I had not been able to believe that I could put my hand up myself, and had had to repeat it many times, finding it getting easier by the day, and better, because I knew where it felt extra good now, and could concentrate on quality. Hilary pulled me to the edge of the chaise, and put the base of the shaft on the floor. The head was almost level with the seat. "Sit on it... that's the best way to find out, and you're in complete control of it," she advised me. I edged over to it, and Hilary slid the tip back and forth along my slit, wetting the slippery surface even more thoroughly. I felt it pressing my vaginal entrance, big, hell, huge as I tentatively lowered myself. It began to open me. It was so thick, so quickly. My fingers entered from a comparatively small point, this was like trying to push a large plum into my glory-box. I felt that odd, creaking sort of sensation as my vulva gradually surrendered to the force of gravity. I gritted my teeth, held my breathe, tensed up hard, and then suddenly relaxed. I felt an almighty 'WHOOSH' of rapture, and fully six inches of the thing plunged up into my womb. "Attagirl!" Cried Hilary, and Naomi applauded. I felt the irresistible urge to be fucked now, I wanted to feel this enormous thing reaming and ramming me, I wanted to come with it buried deep. I dropped a little lower, and gasped with pain as the hard glans tip stretched my cervix to pain threshold. "Wow... you can take that thing!" Exclaimed Naomi, excitedly. "I think we've got ourselves a winner!" Hilary crowed, pushing me back onto the chaise, this time with nine inches of dildo deep in my cunt. "Please fuck me... fuck me till I come," I begged, waves of desire washing over me until I was glowing deep pink. Hilary held the base of the dildo with both hands, and drew several inches out. "OooF!" I gasped as it was pumped back in, the friction against my distended pussy-walls almost over-poweringly good. So far I was very happy with lesbian love, very happy indeed! Hilary grasped the end of the phallus with both hands, and drew it halfway out before sending it back, making me pant as it knocked the air from my lungs. Hilary fucked me with big, solid strokes that had be humping with pleasure. If men could fuck me like that, I'd adore them. I melted, getting totally absorbed in the sensation of being given pleasure to by another human, such incredible pleasure. Only one thing could be better than this. "I'm going to fist-fuck you, I'm going to stuff my hand into you, and screw you until you beg me to stop," Said Hilary, in a harsh, strange tone. Something was happening to her. I quaked, but her eyes didn't tell me she was really dangerous. Though they were reddened with lust. "Do you want me to do that Diana? Do you want to know what I feel?" She grated. "More than anything!" I replied, "Ask me nicely then," Hilary said, her tone calmer, but still steely. "Please Hilary... please will you fist-fuck me," I gasp, the dildo so deep I can hardly breathe. "You're a good girl, and I will fist-fuck you, but you don't know what I feel, you don't know how I take the fist... Naomi, come over here and show Diana how we do it here." Hilary turned so that her cunt was just in front of my face, her knees straddling my torso. I culd smell her arousal, and see the wetness dribbling from her plump-lipped cunt. Naomi lubed up her hand, and rubbed it over the moist flesh, Then she made a fist. I moaned, I guessed. I guessed right. Naomi's fist nestled between those spreading labia, turning a little as it settled. Her cunningly pointed knuckles were seeking the portal. When she found it, I saw her forearm tense, and turn as she twisted her fist against the resisting flesh. I goggled as at the third twist, the fist moved, steadily disappearing into Hilary's ripe feminine flesh. A pause half way, then a thrust that carried Naomi wrist deep in her lover. All this mere inches from my eyes. Instinctively I leaned forward, and licked the stretched vulva where it clung to Naomi, and then helplessly, I came, my cunt clenching painfully, blissfully upon the massive dildo. This was a new kind of fist-fucking, total and a little brutal, but perhaps I knew I needed to find out if it was for me, as well as my strange new friends. After my orgasm I found a little clarity returning. "Do you still want to do it like I do?" Gasped Hilary, rocking back and forth above me. He voice no longer had quite the threat of before. She was getting into Naomi's hand too much. "Actually, I think I'd rather have it gently, the first time. You don't want to risk putting me off, do you?" It was irrefutable logic. I knew they wanted me as a willing partner, and I wanted them. But at my own pace. The fact that I'm a good six inches taller than either of them, and I work out might have had something to do with their acquiesence. What ever, the tension suddenly seemed to go out of Hilary, as If I had taken a load of her mind. Panting slightly, she actually laughed. "You mean you're not S&M?" She asked, "Not as far as I know, I've never checked - and I don't really want to check right now." I told her. "What were you doing in the Pink Pussycat then? Didn't you know its an S&M club - discreeter than most, to be sure, but nonetheless - everybody knows that." "I'm not every body - I'm totally fresh, remember? I'm the ignorance of suburbia. Why, does it matter? Does it mean you don't want to fuck me?" I demanded. " Oh God no! I can't believe this! Naomi and I go to that club because there aren't many women who go for what we do, and most of those that do are into S&M as well. We just had to learn the games. And now look what happens, we get real good at it, even start to enjoy it, and we meet you! Straight as a die, and never been fucked by a woman, wanting us, wanting us to teach you. Diana, you are going to enjoy this, you truly are!" Hilary blurted, giving the still buried dildo as little thrust, to emphasise her point. It made me jerk and groan. Our strange exchange seemed to warm us all, the pretence dropped away, and we listened to our flesh instead of our brains. Noami drew her hand with luxurious slowness, through the distended portal of Hilary's cunt. I saw with slight shock that it was still clenched in a tight fist. Hilary's yelp signalled the sudden tightness of the stretch. I wondered how my cunt would look when Hilary did the same to me. Ia couple of minutes, I would find out. I realised that my own hands were so much bigger than Noami's or Hilary's for that matter, that I probably could take the fist as Hilary did. The idea of it enterng me, that blunt hard mass, made my cunt clench sympathetically on the dildo, just as Hilary drew it out. I had had that thing up me for several minutes, and my sex was gaping beautifully. Hilary swung round, between my thighs, and lapped at my clitoris feverishly. I felt my desire building again, the lust sensations swirling in my loins, making me hungrier and hungrier for her hand. "Please Hilary... I need it right now!" I gasped, lifting my pelvis in supplication. At last I felt her fingertips between my labia. I let myself relax as the four fingers entered the well-reamed heat. It was so delicious that it was somebody else, it made me writhe as she tucked in her thumb and started to twist. "Yes... yes... I want you in me so badly!" I cried, and unable to stop myself, I grabbed her wrist, and pulled her hand. I squealed as the width of it popped my vulva and then slid deep into my cunt, in one long, squelching movement I contained a woman's hand, and it was wonderful. Hilary's fingers played exquisitely in my womb. "Gee, you are a big girl aren't you!" She exclaimed, finding more space than she expected. I could only shudder and mew with rapture. She was moving deeper, deeper than my own hand could manage, and it felt better and better. "Look Naomi... look, her vulva is holding my forearm!" Said Hilary, as genuinely surprised as I was to hear her say it. I raised myself, bending to look at my groin. I too was astonished to see that I had taken her well past the wrist. I saw her draw her hand halfway out, and then plunge back in, feeling the hardness of her knuckles rippling the ridges and bumps inside myself. It was even wilder than doing it to myself. It felt like coming home. "Let me have a go... I want to feel her too!" Pleaded Naomi, squatting down beside us. Hilary gave me a few more churningly deep strokes, and gently withdrew her hand. Noami's busy fingers were there instantly, sinking one after the other with practiced ease. I wondered how often she had penetrated Hilary that way. The thought of all that fisting made me even hornier, and I raised my pelvis to receive her hand as it was thrust into my hungry cunt. Naomi's hand is smaller than Hilary's and it fucks back and forth quite easily in my well-reamed cunt. I was obviously made for this, how could a cock compete? Naomi pumps my cunt smoothly, getting faster, making me whine and squirm as she feels me up so deep inside. She brings me to the brink, and then, as I cry out with dismay, hands me back to Hilary. The extra width makes little difference now, I'm hot, I'm loose, I'm taking the hand with ease and delight, I'm in rut, runnng with juice like never before. My own forays into my body have been shorter, because I couldn't stop myself from coming. Hilary is so expert, she knows how to prolong, how to enhance and intensify the pleasure of fisting. After a couple of minutes, they swap again, and again. At some point, they roll me over, and I'm on my knees getting it even deeper. I feel fingers probing my asshole - I arch with added pleasure, and gurgle my encouragement. They have one last surprise for me. I'm so far gone, so hot and loose, that when Hilarry curls her fingers into a fist inside me, I cry out "Yes! YES! FIST ME!!" And then I discover that what I was feeling with a hand inside me was just a taster for the sensation of having a fist filling my cunt. It moves more slowly, fills me more completely, and gives me an orgasm that I will never forget. Naomi has three fingers in my ass as I start ot shake and wobble, the waves of bliss spreading like a red tide through me. Three fingers in my ass, and a fist in my cunt. I am a very happy Diana. I weep as they let me calm down at last, after the spasms have clenched and gripped their darling fists and fingers bruisingly hard. Continued in Part 2 Please let me know if you have enjoyed this story TENFOUR -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /