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 still clenched in a tight fist.  Hilarys yelp signalled the sudden
tightness of the stretch.  I wondered how my cunt would look when Hilary
did the same to me.  In couple of minutes, I would find out.  I realised
that my own hands were so much bigger than Noamis or Hilarys 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 womans hand, and it
was wonderful.  Hilarys fingers played exquisitely in my womb.  "Gee, you
are a big girl arent 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.  Noamis 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.  Naomis hand is smaller than Hilarys 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, Im hot, Im loose,
Im taking the hand with ease and delight, Im in rut, runnng with juice like
never before.  My own forays into my body have been shorter, because I
couldnt 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 Im 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.  Im 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.



   PART TWO

   We spent the night making love.  I managed to fuck Hilary with my
clenched fist, which is a lot bigger than Naomis, and knew that I would
have to try it that way myself, very soon.  I also watched as Hilary and
Naomi enacted Naomis favourite bondage and flagellation ritual.  I found it
oddly erotic watching the lovely girl being lightly pussy-whipped to
orgasm. Perhaps there was something to that stuff after all....  After
that, I soothed her burning sex with my hand, managing to fit most of it
it, but not quite all.  She has never tried a woman as big as me.  I save
the pleasure of taking her all the way for another day.

   We slept finally, exhausted, contented, and I was truly happy with sex
at last.  I awoke early, and padded out to the bathroom. I found Naomi
there, cleaning her teeth, and I kissed her hello on the nose.  She giggled
through a mouthful of toothpaste.  Such a strange creature, Naomi, like a
naughty little animal.  Her body was so young and lush looking, full,
big-nippled breasts, small waist, round tummy, beautifully rounded buttocks
- not a models figure, too much flesh, but such yummy flesh.  The dawn of
my first day as a fully fledged bisexual, and I wanted to try it out all
over again.  The night before was already like a perverse dream.  I needed
confirmation for my senses.  The faint striping on Naomis bottom and belly
betrayed the lashing Hilary had meted out.  I found it strangely arousing,
that this girl reached her biggest orgasm of the night from the pain of the
tawse on her sex.  I cleaned my teeth too, and took a quick shower, soaping
between my legs, I felt the tenderness of having been fucked to satiation.
My touch awoke desire, and humming to myself, feeling warm and sexy, I went
back into the bedroom.

   Hilary is still sleeping heavily, charming little snores coming from her
half open mouth, the mouth that had driven me wild a few hours before. 
Naomi and I sneak out to the kitchen, and feast, chatting amiably, starting
to get to know each other.  She already knows about my quest, so I ask her
about her own.  She met Hilary at work - Hilary works a few months of the
year, even though she doesnt need to, her husband is pretty rich, and out
of the country for weeks at a time.  At the time Naomi was deeply
frustrated, very tetchy, and going out with a guy her parents approved of,
an articled clerk in big law firm.  It was all Jewish prospects, and Naomi
didnt know how much she hated it until Hilary seduced her.  It had taken a
Mickey Finn to get the girl to surrender, but once she had, she was utterly
convinced, and had only gone back home for a few hours to try to explain
that she was leaving.  Her parents had hit the roof, but she was
twenty-one, and they had to watch their darling daughter walk out, head
held high, having just told them she was going to live with a woman who
made her happier than she had ever been before.



   The year since then had been a journey of sensual discovery for her, and
for Hilary, whom Naomi seemed to goad to extremes she had never considered
prior to this relationship.  I asked her about the bondage and whipping,
but she wouldnt tell me.  "Not yet Diana, Im not ready," she said, a
distant, fearful look in her eye.  That was obviously a very private thing.
I realised quite soon that Hilary was actually giving in to Naomi when she
tied the girl up and beat her.  Our talk returned to things more directly
sexual, and my simmering desire started to bubble up.  "I just cant get
over the fact that Im with other women, and Ive been making love," I told
her, I kept on getting the grins from excitement and happiness.  Naomi
noticed my sparkle, and taking my hand, she led me back into the bedroom.

   We lay on huge bed, away from Hilary, now on her side, a slight smile on
her lips, a hand between her thighs.  Naomi takes a tiny silver pipe and a
little box from the night table.  "Have you ever smoked hashish?" She asks,
taking a block of a dark brown substance from the box, I shake my head. 
This is new too.  Ive never even been curious about drugs, never seen any
either, and now a lush young woman is offering me a smoking pipe of hash. I
could have refused of course, but Im so open to new sensation, I take the
pipe, and draw in the smoke, as I saw Naomi do.  I do have the occasional
cigarette, but they didnt prepare me for the thick, acrid smoke that poured
into my lungs.  Instinctively I coughed, and handed the pipe back to Naomi.
"Dont inhale so much next time, keep it in your mouth, and then ease it
slowly down your throat...  like hot sperm." She instructed me.  I
undrstood her, even though Id never taken hot sperm down my throat.  When I
had recovered, she handed the pipe back to me.  I did as she had said, and
it was easier.  We passed it back and forth several times, and I started to
feel curiously light headed.  My already ebullient mood was intensified,
and I found myself smiling uncontrollably.  Naomi looked into my eyes. 
"This is going to be such amazing fun," she said, in a voice suddenly
becoming husky with lust.  The drug kicked into my senses, and I felt
myself slipping into a new world, where every touch was a special present.
Naomi slid her fingers up and down my torso, trailing her short nails over
my breasts, my nipples reacted instantly, throbbing to hardness so that
when the fingertips came back over them, they were madly sensitive, and
swollen.  My throat was tight and dry with excitement, I groaned, and felt
my wetness starting.



   Hilary must have sensed the beginnings of sex, because she stirs, and we
see her eyes open.  Her slight smile broadens.  "Cant keep your hands off
each other, I know!" She purrs.  She stretches and with a parting look of
complicity and understanding, Hilary leaves the room to shower.  Naomi and
I stay on the bed, playing, giggling, stoned, happy.  "It's strange, but
this all feels so right...  sort of normal," I say, because it does, even
though I have known these two women only a few hours.  "It was the same
with me, though I think it took a day and a night before I felt it," says
Naomi.  We are gently stroking each other's cunt's, slippery as they are
already, our fingers part labia and slide over the sensitive bits rather
deliciously.  Naomi's hands are smaller than mine, or Hilary's.  She's
crawling down me, kissing my breasts, "Ouch!" nipping my nipples with sharp
white teeth.  She's between my thighs, so I part them wide....  Her tongue
licks my belly...  down...  down... "Oooooo..." she's flicking my clitty...
how sweet it feels....  And now...  she's putting her fist...  her clenched
fist...  against me...  I can feel the knuckles screwing round against my
wet, but virtually unprepared vulva...  "Oh God!" She opening me up with
her fist!  It's moving...  moving into me...  stretching me...  the
hardness of it...  the thickness of it...  ssssliiiding...  "Yes... don't
stop...  push your fist..." She does it so beautifully... it's different to
fingers first...  more shocking...  it's through...  it's filling my
tunnel..  and still sliding...  how can I be...  "So...  deeeeepp!" Now
she's drawing it out...  divine... pulling my insides so...  her fist is
still clenched....  and here it comes...  making my cunt so wide... 
wide....  "AAaaah!!" What a feeling that was...  the fist coming out like
that...  She's... "Again...  like that...  again" against my vulva... 
pushing.... "WHOOooo!!" easier...  sweeter...  All the way...  put it up
me.... "Fuck my heart!" did I say that?  And out again....  "AAAaaah!" she
twisted it as she pulled out....  what a stretch....  and in again...  I
love this...  I love this...  "I LOVE THIS!!" She's flexing her fingers
now...  in my womb...  str..  stroking me...  oh yes stroke me...  was that
the door?  IT's coming..  the rush... she's out again...  she punches her
fist into me...  and out...  and in...  harder...  harder...  "HARDER..! 
HAAARRRRRDERRRR..!!!" I'm ...  my orgasm...  so...  fucking... 
wonderful... fist-fucking...  oh Ill live for it.!!  "FUCK ME FUCK ME FIST
ME FIST-FUCK ME!!!" Spasms...  bliss...  I'm screaming...  such sexy
filth......  Now it fades...  and the soft glow is there.  It has taken
less than five minutes to make me scream with joy....  And someone else is
here...  looking at me...  smiling...  while Naomi's fist slips and slides
in my wetness.  Oh Jesus Christ I don't believe it!  How could it happen.
What am I going to do.  "Oh NO!!"

   I burst into tears.  It is not at all surprising.  The person watching
me is my cousin, John.  By bizarre coincidence he is the man Hilary and
Naomi are both happy to call their friend.  And he's been standing there,
naked, his enormous erection in Hilary's hand, watching me being
fist-fucked.  It is almost as big a shock for him as it is for me.

   Hilary told me later Naomi had called John when she went to fetch the
toy bag, the night before, she had said my name was Diana, but how could
either have imagined that we are the Diana and John who are related?  And
all the while, Naomi's fist is still inside me, and Im unable to stop the
fading spasms from making me wince.  John climbs onto the bed.  "We'll talk
about it later, it's all o.k., it's our secret world," he John soothingly.
Im so stoned, so sexed-up I just seem to accept it.  I feel myself being
turned, rolled onto my side.  Naomi slowly draws out her fist, and holds it
for me to kiss.  I do, tasting my musk.  I feels a finger, a vaselined
finger on my anus, it presses gently. So slack am I from the fisting, I
offers no resistance.  Then something else is between my full buttocks,
something ruder, and much, much bigger.  It is Johns cock, and somehow,
that is all right too.  I know a little about anal sex now.  I feel it
pressing, harder and harder, it strains me, hurts me but excites me.  I
push my bottom back into the thrusts, and feel my anus start to open....

   I have to forget everything except my body and its sensations, I'll
think later.  John is at the back door, where Jim would not go.  He holds
my hips, and pulls me.  I really am tight there, not like in front!  John
holds Poppers to my nose, and though this is unexpected, I respond
instantly, and I draw in a headful sharply.  Later they tell me that this
is the specific sexual purpose for sniffing Poppers, to enable a cock to
enter a bottom. I feel the amazing rush whooshing in my brain, my anal
muscles relax, and John's enormous glans seems to pop into my ass.  It feel
intriguingly good, totally different to vaginal penetration. While the drug
is still pounding, he thrusts deeper, into my rectum.  It does hurt, I
can't deny that, but it's the sort of pain you can't help wanting to feel
more of.  He thrusts again, and half of his length is inside me, his first
cousin.  The incestuous nature of our coupling suddenly makes it even more
erotic.  My tears are over, I am into it, and he is into me...  He was
always the cousin I could relate too, but it is so bizarre that now he's
gently fucking my bottom, letting the vaseline make it easier, speeding up
exquisitely whenever I sniff more Amyl Nitrate.  It IS the perfect drug for
buggery!  I curse Jim for never doing this with me.  It could have saved
our marriage... but then I would never have discovered fist-fucking...  Oh
he fills me...  oh he makes me yearn and claw the sheets...  the friction
and suction of that cock in my bottom...  is so... amazing...  so... 
erotic...  Oh lovely cousin...  fuck my bottom... "Fuck my bottom...  stick
it in deep....OOoooH!!  Yes...  just like that...  spear me with it!" It's
so nice to talk dirty...  Jim hated it...  "Bugger me...  BUGGER ME!!" I...
I never thought I'd hear myself say that!  It sounded good!  The way it
feels when he touches me deep in my bowels makes me shiver uncontrollably,
it is so weird, so wonderful...  He's moving me...  I'm on my belly... now
he's making me kneel...  He's going to bugger me like an animal...  He
slides right in...  long, long cock...  And he buggers me faster now... 
it's...  it's almost...  unbearable...  I'm sniffing...  "Oh my God... 
it's so INTENSE" I cry.  My body seems to spasm, though it's not coming
yet...  He loses me..  falls out...  !  "AAAWWWWWWWWWH!" Such heaven as he
plunges back...  Now I understand Hilary and Naomis hints...  there IS
something men are good for!  He's pounding in and out now...  it hurts... I
can't stop it...  Sniffing...  and again...  and again...  now it
doesn't... "Oh...  Oh...  OHOHOHOHOHOH....  OOOOOOHHHH!!!  I'm coming... 
I'm losing it...  !AAAIIIIEEEEE!!!" What is this..!?! it's not like any
orgasm...  "AAAAIIIIIIEEEE!!!" It won't stop... my bottom...  spasms... 
sucking on John...  "OH MY GOOD GOD!!!" He's coming in me...  I can feel
his semen...  like rockets...  so beautiful...  "Ooooo....  it's boiling...
Oooo...pour it into me....  Ooooo...  give me everything...OOOoooo...  so
much.... sooooo.....  MUCH!" my climax is fading...  but his is still
spurting...  splashing into my belly...  what wicked sounds...  all slurpy
as it oozes from me...  I'm full of sperm....  yummmy!!

   John buggers stickily to a halt, and reluctantly draws his length from
my ass.  He is astonished at how I took him.  I had an anal orgasm, a rare
thing for any woman apparently, let alone an anal virgin.  Hilary has only
just learned how to have one, Naomi is still an apprentice.  He says he has
fancied me since his twenty-first birthday, when I was a painfully shy
fourteen year old of stunning pubescent beauty.  He had spent half the
party with an erection just from seeing how my nipples were outlined
clearly through my tight cotton halter neck top.  He was amazed to find me
here, bewildered and bedazzled to see me with young Naomi's fist ramming in
and out of my cunt, and confessed he felt privileged to be the first man to
pleasure me in the anal way.

   When I set off for the bar the night before, I had taken my two fisting
videos with me.  I suddenly remembered them as I told him about my
discoveries, and told them about the films that had changed my life.  When
they heard I had them with me, in my bag, they exchanged looks, and then
asked me to show them.  "I want to show you my favourite," I say, once I
have brought the tapes into the bedroom.  I slot it into the machine.  It
has the hottest six minutes of auto-fist-fucking imaginable.  My beautiful
new friends cannot resist the temptation.  Their hands are on their cunts,
their fingers are starting to dip between moist pink vulvas.  So are mine.
John just smiles, and slowly wanks, watching us all.  the woman in the
video penetrates as deep as a woman can possibly get into herself, and she
penetrates herself from in front and behind, alternately, repeatedly. 
Hilary is first, she sobs with lust as her hand slips inside.

   With the unnecesssary aid of Poppers, I join her, lolling lewdly.  I
feel that exquisite rush and stretch I have come to love so utterly.  I
plunge deeper, twisting, sinking sweetly into the place where Naomi has
been so recently.  I have never been more open.  I gasp joyfully, feeling
my fingertips in my womb.  Naomi lets out a sharp cry, and I know that we
are all together.  It has taken less than the six minutes.  "Well done!"
exclaims Hilary.  Naomi smiles triumphantly.  "I managed, I actually
managed it at last!" She burbles, moaning as her hand slides a little
deeper.  "I've heard of self-discovery...  is this what they meant?" Quips
Hilary, reaching deeper.  We let the tape play on, it is all fisting scenes
from here to the end.  We watch hot eyed as a man starts on the inevitable
road into his partner's body.  He fucks her, he buggers her, he comes
copiously on her ass, but still she is not satisfied, so he gives her his
fist, and she manages to take him to the wrist, that large man.  I see
Hilary looking feverishly at John, and guess another part of their story. I
am on the low couch, beside Hilary, our legs are partially entwined.  We
are fucking ourselves in perfect synchronisation.  When Hilary starts to
draw out her fingers, I draw out mine.  John is on the floor, kneeling
between us.  He lubricates his hands, using plenty of vaseline.  He smiles
at Hilary, he kisses one of my knees, and his fingers rest on my
lubriciously parted slit.  His other hand is identically placed on Hilary.
He pushes in one finger at a time, quite quickly - were are both terribly
ready, my cunt feels the gentle caress of his fingers, three, then quite
soon, four.  Hilary looks like she's melting.  We both have a bottle of
Poppers to hand, and as John pushes his thumb into the bunch, we start to
use them.  As the drug takes us, he thrusts harder, knowing exactly when
pain turns to honeyed pleasure.  It feels enormous, he's already stretching
me further than Hilary, but I love it, I wouldn't stop it for the world.  I
push my pelvis into his stroke, straining against him, but feeling myself
opening so beautifully, so willingly.  It must be like this for Hilary,
too. I can hear her sniffs and moans beside me.  I concentrate on myself,
on that awesome presence that is invading me.  I'm twenty-eight yeals old,
and I feel like I'm giving birth to myself.

   I take yet another, but larger sniff of Poppers.  I lay back, and want
him, I want him so badly that I get him, I get his hand, I get the whole
damn thing, in one slow move, my cunt forced to gape in wonder as he slides
into me, my entrance shrieking the briefest protest when his wide knuckles
are encircled, and then engulfed!  I look astonished at the pornography
between my legs, and between Hilary's too.  Naomi, darling Naomi is looking
bug-eyed, her sweet little fist twisting and squelching in her own tunnel.
Trembling, I lift my hips in supplication.... "Deeper....  you can go
deeper..." I gasp, and I cry out joyously as he sinks his hand soooo... 
fucking...  deep....  I feel his wrist-bones sliding...  sliding...  out of
sight...  he's reaching up into me...  his fingers questing, probing my
molten tightness, making the walls expand beyond sanity...  making my body
squirm as he steers me from my womb...  I find his rhythm...  he's fucking
me...  in...  out...  "iiiinnn....  ooouuuuttt....  iiiinn..." Hilary is
chanting with me, like a rowing cox...  we giggle...  turning, we kiss...
it's magic...  her tongue and mine...  thrusting...  we break for a sniff
of lovely Poppers....  oh the rush!!  John takes full advantage, and his
hand that has been fucking so insidiously for several minutes starts to
fold...  "Oh Boy..." Hilary gasps... the fingers in me scoop the floor, and
then there is a fist in my cunt again...  this time it's a man, and that is
very okay...  I sniff again...  He thrusts that fist...  that flesh and
bone monster...  he thrusts it up me...  right up me...  the bliss of it...
the strrrreeeetttch of it!!!  How is it possible....  only twenty-four
hours ago this was not possible...  now it is...  it must be magic...  sex
magic...  "It's sex magic..." I say... unashamed, knowing they will
understand...  I close my eyes...  and he rocks me with his fist...  he
rocks me...  he fucks me....  he's already had my ass, and now he is ruling
my cunt!

   I feel him long and clear with my sleeving vulva...  "N...N... N... 
NAOMIEEEE!!!" I cry...  she's touching me there...  right on the
clitoris... and it's...  it's....  "OH YES BABY...  MAKE ME COME!!!" I
shriek....  And she does...  giggling delightedly, teasing my clitty
cruelly as the spasms burst on me like explosives.  Hilary groans deep, and
I feel her body tense next to mine a second before her hoarse cries signal
a parallel bliss to my own.  Johns fists do not stop, they fuck right
through our orgasms, relentlessly reaming us as ripples of rapture make us
forget everything but the precious moment.  When at last we shudder to an
exhausted halt, Jay thrills the wicked incestuous fantasies in my head by
giving me his cock to suck.  Now this is something that Jim always wanted,
and I thought was just exploiting me - after all, he had not pleasured me
particularly, why should I pleasure him?  Now its different, Jay deserves a
reward for his work, and I find myself looking forward with excitement to
tasting him.

   Hilary and Naomi are already occupied, sixty-ning with tongues and
fists. Jay sits on the edge of the bed, and I kneel before him.  His huge
cock stands up straight from his groin.  I take it in my hand, and pull it
towards me.  It feels amazingly hard, and looks almost as thick as my
wrist. This is what I had up my ass a little while ago.  My bowels twinge
sweetly at the memory.  I pull back his foreskin, and sticking out my
tongue, I touch him where even I know it feels best for him.  He groans,
and holds my hair so that he can watch everything I do.  I open my mouth,
and slide my lips down him until he is far back in my throat, almost
choking me.  I can only take half of him.  I start to suck, making a vacuum
as I rise up him.  I feel him shudder, and he grips my hair harder, forcing
me back onto him.  "Thats good.. come on cousin, suck it...  make it feed
you.." he gasps, I bob up and down, my lips getting so sensitive as he
slides through, and I use my tongue like a like, flickering it at his tiny
slit, caressing the underside of his shaft.  Its making me almost as horny
as him.  I cant resist pushing a hand back into my gaping cunt.  It goes in
as easily as Jims cock.  I feel his excitement increase, building up fast,
making his cock swell ever thicker.  My tongue tastes the oozing fluid from
his glans.  Its salty, but fresh, like the sea, like chinese soup...  "OH
YES...  OH YES.... SUCK IT DOWN...  EAT ME UP!!" My cousin cries, and a
boiling jet of semen floods my mouth so that I start to choke, it spills
from my lips as I struggle to swallow, then I feel a sluicing rush as the
next spurt hits the roof of my open mouth.  My eyes wide open, I lean back
to see the stuff coming out of him.  I never imagined that men could come
so much.  Jim managed about four spasms, Johns cock lashes my face with jet
after jet.  It feels so hot and horny as it paints my skin.  I get my
breath back, and dive onto him again, catching the next erution on my
tongue.  I let my mouth really fill up with him, sucking the last spurts
hard from the pulsing tip.  When I feel he has finished, I start to
swallow, slowly, like Naomi taught me to do with the smoke.  It tastes like
pure sex sliding down into my belly.  I have yet another arrow in my quiver
of desires.

   >From there to my current state has only taken a few years, and my
happiness is undiminished.  The more women and men I instruct in the art of
fisting, the better I feel.  Their new pleasure is mine, and in their
gratitude they give me my hearts desire.  I started off teaching
individuals, then couples, and now I take groups of up to ten, because more
than ten fists in a teaching session either wears me out too much, or
makesme lose control.  Of course, most of my pupils are women, but I do
find quite a few men coming to me, straight and gay, after theyve been
recommended.  When Im teaching a group of men, I always try to have a
couple of assistants, one male, one female.  The one time I took a group of
men on single handed was rather wonderful, but much too dangerous.  I was
lucky, they were all nice guys, and treated me with great respect, but if
just one of them had been not so nice, it could have been disastrous.  Men
are weird in a group, they will follow a leader, good or bad, if the
personality is strong enough.  Most women are quite happy to be in a
democratic group.  Ive never had more than a minor disagreement in my
womens groups, and that is usually on matters of technique with women older
than myself who think they know better.  I usually let them think they do,
and sometimes theyve taught me new stuff that Ive been grateful for as a
consequence.

   I suppost that dozens of women's lives have been transformed by my big
left hand (and some by my right) since I came out.  Though without the
support of my cousin Jay, things could have been very difficult.  Ive
become known latterly because of my workshops, mostly for lesbian
organisations, though I always insist that I enjoy sex with men too. 
Recently I have given instruction to quite a few men as well, gay and
straight.  I enjoy helping them to become expert, giving them my own body
to experiment on.  Then there was the third time I gave a class to ten men.
Natalie, who was to be my assistant that night was sick with 'flu, so I had
to instruct them all alone.  It was not the first time by any means that I
had been gang-fisted at the end of a session, but I had never had so many
men at one time.  They opened new horizons in my increasingly supple and
pliant body. The men were under strict instructions to behave exactly as I
told them, or they were out ofthe door.  Also, they were not to come until
I said I couldnt take any more.  Ive learned to enjoy being bathed in semen
at the end of men's workshops, Natalie has become positively greedy for the
stuff, guzzling up anything that comes her way.

   Initially I showed them, one after another, how to first enter a girl
with their hands.  That was already a significant act, with ten men.  I
start with the smaller men, using them to ream me out until Im comfortable.
I use my now incredibly trained muscles to simulate the tightness of an
un-fisted cunt, gradually relaxing as the evening progresses.  Perhaps the
excitement of being alone affected me, but by the time the fifth man
withdrew, I was already much looser than usual.  I felt myself becoming
significantly turned on, and there were still five more men to go before
the next lesson.!  I would surely have to have a break before they learned
about my ass.  I felt wild that night, the full moon perhaps...

   I could have stopped of course, the men probably expected me too. 
However, the look of desire and curiosity in the mens eyes, and the sight
of all those raging erections kept me going.  The bigger men stretched me
exquisitely, and it was difficult not to show how aroused I really was.  A
teacher should always try to keep an appearance of authority, no matter
what the situation is! Once they had all practiced the long fingered methos
of entry, I moved on to the actual fucking.  It is quite something to see
ten men lining up to thrust their hands, into me.  I let them roam inside
me, sometimes orchestrating a flurry, sometimes pausing to improve a single
technique.  After a while, and partly because I was getting so wide, I
showed them how to actually penetrate a woman with a clenched fist, not
something Id generally teach men on the first lesson.  I warned them that
they should never try it out on first timers, not a thing I worry about
much with most women, but men are not always truly sensitive to female
needs.  I did come a couple of times when the bigger fists grounded out
really deep inside me, and then we had another break.  A couple of the men
asked if it was o.k.  to smoke a little grass.  Of course it was.  It added
a nice haze to the developing strangeness of the lesson.  After a half hour
pause, in which I thought I had simmered down a little, I introduced them
to the anal fisting.  Showing them how Amyl Nitrate worked on the rectal
muscles was my undoing.  To begin with I showed them how to very carefully
open my anus with their fingers, making sure they understood fullly the
delicacy of the anal membranes.  When they had all had a four fingered
feel, I let them into my bum, one at a time, once again simulating the
tightness of the first time, as far as I was able, under the circumstances!
Iknow I shouldnt have gone further, but they were such lovely men, so
gentle and respectful, so I decided they could open me with their fists
too. And that of course was where the Poppers came in.  A man with a fist
like a blunt club was twisting his hand, gently, as I had taught him, in
the slippery valley between my wide parted buttocks.  "Give me that little
bottle, open..." I gasped.  I took a generous hit of Poppers, the better to
savour the expansion of my bottom-mouth.  The man watched with frank
disbelief as his fist sank, suddenly, smoothly, into my waiting bowels. 
"This is what Poppers are good for," I told the man, "your lover will find
it much easier to...  accomodate your hand...  or especially your fist if
you give her a good sniff at the right moment." I swayed back onto the
fist, shuddering as it set off mini-spasms.  "If she really loves the fist,
she'll love it like this," I said, huskily.  I let another man have a go,
and another.  My ass became sort of sensitively numb from the continuous
friction.  I made them lower me onto the biggest fist in the room., which
was Archies.

   My anus slid down the back of the mighty hand, the burning tightness of
it made me whimper, he was a really big bastard, and I had to sniff hard at
the poppers to get him right into my bowels.  I felt the hardness of his
knuckles stretching my membranes gossamer thin.  He turned it, he drew and
thrust it, he had the touch, the instinct for fisting that some men are
born with.  All I do for them is prove that they know what they do.  The
men lifted and lowered me slowly, while I directed them as best as I was
able.  "What Im doing here...  is exceptional... never try it with a
woman...  unless she understands fully what is involved...  It can be very
dangerous...  it can also be very beautiful...  Mmmmmm...  Yes...  I can
take you deeper...  just feel inside there...  its like a valve...  good..
youre openng it up now...  and...  Aahhh!!  See!!  Another bit of your
wrist is in me..." I dropped lower on him, feeling the thickness of his
wrist with my clenching and expanding bottom-mouth.  The men were
exclaiming at how deep Archies hand was inside me.  If only they knew that
I could take Jenny and Natalie almost up to the elbow! That was something I
only showed special, individual pupils.  Archie was actually deeper in my
ass than any mans hand had ever been before, and it was the wildest
sensation.  I got them to put me on my knees, and gave myself a glorious
spasm on that huge fist.  He drew out with such instinctive gentleness that
I decided to have him again, on another less weird day, when I could linger
more.  It should have been over then, but I was beyond stopping.  After an
anal fisting, I often love the double, and though I had only had one male
double before, today I would go for it again.  I picked out a man with a
nice, long, slim hand,and helped him to push it up my ass.  It wasnt
difficult, Archie had opened me so wonderfully.  Once he was deep and
comfy, I directed a small man to slot his hand into my slack-vulvaed cunt.
There were gasps as it worked its way steadily into the sodden, trembling
flesh, the labia spread over the knuckles and slid further.  Soon I had two
men up me, with their hands, and I had to sniff Poppers because suddenly it
was so beautiful.  I jolted like bullets were hitting me, the latest orgasm
pouncing on me with the severe, harsh pleasure that can make a woman
strangely curious - will it sweeten, or will it become pure pain. For me,
it sweetened, like a gush of honey, the second orgasm followed the first,
making me shiver uncontrollably upon my two fist-fuckers.  Of course the
others had to have a go as well, while clinging onto a thread of authority,
I urged them into twin-fisted bursts, or slow, depth charge penetrations to
my core.  That night I found myself opening for something I had never
thought I would take.  "Give me two in my cunt...  both your hands in my
pussy..." I remember croaking.  I hardly noticed which man it was who I
said it to, but luckily he was one of the more sensitive ones.  "Put your
hands together as if youre praying," I told him.  I was on my back, leaning
against the back of the examination couch we use for the seminars.  I could
see him as he put his fingers together, and pushed them into the gaping maw
of my cunt.  I opened to him with strange ease, feeling myself widening,
spreading, absorbing his hands with blissful twinges of pain/pleasure.  The
men were urging me on with cries of "Go Diana GO!!" I lifted my hips to
him, vulnerable and trembling.  "Go on...  do it...  YES...  HARDER... You
must pussshhhh...  OH My GOD!!  ITs..  moving...  theyre moving...  theyre
actually...  this...  is...  the first time... Its going...  JESUS!!  LORD
JESUS....  I LOVE THIS...  I live to FIST...  yes...  FIST...  YES Oh Yes
oh YEEEESSSSSS!!!  Theyre inside me...  your two hands...  in my body... 
this is so special...  Im sorry...  I cant help crying...  N...now fuck me
with them...  I can take it...  push deeper....  YESSSSS!!  Now...
pullll... alll the way...  all the way....  and now back...  back up my
cunt...  back to my heart...  AAAAAHHHH!!!  Did you feel me come?  Did
you...?  AAAHHHH!!  YES....  AGAAAIIIINNNNNN!!! FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME!!! 
Now...  now Ive come...  m...make them into a fist...  a huge big double
man fist for my cunt....  Oooohhh!! They stretch my womb...Good...  GOOD!!
YESSSS!!  Youve DONE it!!  You beautiful man...  this is so perfect..." I
whimpered, feeling that enormous bulk in my body , the hardness squirming
turning, pushing and pulling in a stately dance of weird sex.  I was
delirious with desire, lost in lust. "In my sex...  right up me," I tell
him.  He sinks his fists into me, nine, ten inches, and all that weight of
flesh and bone, filling my cunt up to the brim.  The brim that now clings,
as the man sees with wonder, to the beginnings of his forearms.  I sniff
Poppers and lays back, half reclining, almost spent, watching the men
around me wanking themselves to climax at the sight of my debauch.  "Come
on me now...!" I gasp.  The first splash of sperm reaches my skin, hot,
wet, smelling of brine and ecstasy.  Then it falls like rain, jets and jets
of it splattering me from fist-filled cunt, to my open, seeking mouth. 
Some men just want to come in my face, groaning and shouting as the semen
leaps from them onto their teacher.  Splashes hit my tongue, and I savour
them, It makes me avaricious for more.  I grab a cock, and milk it into my
mouth, the eruptions are hard, fast, salty, masculine. I swallow, and opens
my mouth for more.  The semen leaps like tracers from the ten pumping
cocks, the fist inside me coaxes a last orgasm that crests, divinely, as
the juiciest man fills my throat with cock and cum.  I swallow, almost
choking as my face freezes in a rictus of utter bliss from the cataclysm
inside my body.  They have been fisting me for nearly two hours altogether,
way beyond my usual allowance.  I suck the last of the man-juice from the
softening shaft, and then come terminally, my cunt visibly quivering around
two male wrists.  I slump into a near faint.  The man inside me kindly and
carefully draws out his hands before paying his own liquid tribute to the
many gifts that already cover me....

   I never took a male group alone after that, I was lucky the first time,
I might not be so lucky again.  Nowadays, with mens groups, I make sure my
cousin John is there too, just in case.  John and his friend Jenny both
help with my hetero and bisexual groups nowadays.  Jenny is fabulous for
instructing, because she can take almost anything I can take, so I can
teach as extreme as I please, which I love to do.  Elbow deep in the ass,
or twin fists in the cunt, Jenny adores it all.

   Once in a while though, the wicked bad side of me comes to the fore, and
I have to go crazy for a night, and when I do, its usually in the dark room
at a special club I know.  Except I insist they turn the light on.  And I
open up for all comers, men, women, and in betweens.  It usually takes a
good couple of hours to get the wickedness out of my system, and in that
time, I might have taken a dozen fists, in my cunt, in my ass, together,
and alone.  Ill be slimy with semen from head to toe, and belching cum for
hours afterwards.  Ive got polaroids taken in there showing a mans arm
almost elbow deep in my ass, and a huge grin on my face.  I go into a sort
of dream world where only the maddest, biggest things give me orgasms.  I
love those double fists then, two man fists, clenched together, forcing my
cunt to open and spread and engulf them, while I sniff poppers by the
bottle, and roar my approval.  My cunt loves to be wide, my ass loves to be
deep, and Ive got them trained so perfectly that no other woman Ive ever
met can equal me for it!  Can anything equal the beauty of lowering a
puckered anus, or pouting pussy onto a large, well lubricated fist?  In my
world, the answer is no!  And if there can be a semen feast at the end of
it, then perfection truly exists!





   Happy posting! -- Smith