From tanner40@airmail.net Tue Aug 19 14:38:20 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-dc-2.sprintlink.net!news-east.sprintlink.net!news-dc-26.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news-sea-19.sprintlink.net!news-in-west.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!199.60.229.3!newsfeed.direct.ca!news-f.iadfw.net!usenet From: tanner40@airmail.net Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: PArt 2 ofRe: Diana's Story 01/?? F/ mast FFF/ fist - dianat~2.txt (0/1) Date: Tue, 19 Aug 1997 18:38:20 GMT Organization: INTERNET AMERICA Lines: 733 Message-ID: <4D6F3D22314F348E.0F036443855FA9EC.22F98FAF41D4F938@library-proxy.airnews.net> X-Orig-Message-ID: <33f9e7f1.343656652@news.airmail.net> References: <5siv02$83q@examiner.concentric.net> NNTP-Proxy-Relay: library.airnews.net NNTP-Posting-Time: Tue Aug 19 13:43:08 1997 NNTP-Posting-Host: dal17-26.ppp.iadfw.net X-Newsreader: Forte Free Agent 1.11/32.235 On Sat, 9 Aug 1997 16:29:59 -0700, "NMI" <*10682@concentric.net> wrote: > Hi all you Horn Dawgs. I didn't wright this and I know there is at least >one more part (Had it, lost it). So if you have the rest please post them. >Thanx > >-NMI > >Remember unsolicitied e-mail is a sin!!! > >(to despam 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 lived 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 wasn'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 > > > > > > >