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Not a Lesbian

(unfinished)

It was over a week before I saw Sue again. My pussy tingled every time I thought of her, and once or twice I almost phoned her, but thought better of it. One Monday I was in the library wrestling with Derrida, sitting in my little carrel lost to the world (a carrel is a desk with a wooden screen on three sides to give quite a bit of privacy). Suddenly Sue was there, standing by my side.

'Hi, Gina,' she said matter-of-factly.

I looked at her, leaning casually against the side of the carrel. She was dressed in a thin tight T shirt that showed her small breasts and very hard nipples, and a long cotton skirt. A pink flush showed above her neckline. 'Oh-ho,' I thought.

'Hi Sue,' I said, smiling. 'You on heat?'

She gave a rueful grin. 'Fraid so!'

'What do you want me to do?' I had recently resolved to try and disengage from Sue and her body’s hunger, but the temptation overcame me almost immediately.

'I'm wide open,' she whispered. 'Fill me up!' She lifted the front of her skirt a few inches. I got her meaning.

I leant down and slid my hand under the hem of the skirt and up her legs, which she spread helpfully. I confirmed what I suspected, that she was naked under the skirt, as my hand encountered her very hot and swollen pussy.

'What have you been doing, Sue?' I said as my fingers wormed their way in between those familiar lips.

'Can't seem to satisfy it on my own,' she said with a pleading look. 'Know what I mean?'

I made the spear shape and pushed upwards, quite firmly. Sue canted her hips and eased me into her. She was right, she was wide open, and full of juice. My hand slid into her hot interior without too much resistance. I made a fist and started to rotate my knuckles against her G-spot.

'Oh, you don't know how good that feels!' she murmured, wriggling her hips minutely.

'Anybody watching?' I asked. She looked around.

'Not really. I don't care anyway.'

I fisted her carefully and slowly. Unless anyone stood at exactly the right angle they would think that Sue was just looking over my shoulder at a book. Thankfully, she managed to avoid making any noise, but I saw that she had stuffed a fist in her mouth as the tension mounted. I worked her harder, with a corkscrew motion, and her legs trembled. Suddenly the orgasm swept over her and her body sagged; she caught herself on the carrel and rested a lot of her weight on my hand inside her as her cunt pulsed around my fist. I could feel warm fluid trickling down my arm.

When she had subsided I carefully withdrew my hand and licked the wetness off it while she grinned tiredly at me. Then she knelt beside me.

'Thanks. Want a reward?'

She’d been trying to reciprocate for weeks now, without success. I didn’t consider myself a lesbian - in fact I had a healthy and demanding sex life with several blokes - and to give in to the desires which Sue provoked in me would confirm in my own mind that I was, deep down, homosexual. She insisted that it was just satisfying those bodily needs which a man couldn’t, that there was no sexual attraction involved, but I still hesitated. I shook my head.

‘OK. Fancy a cup of tea then?’

We repaired to the coffee bar and took a table in a corner. I noticed that Sue was walking as if she had just got off a horse.

‘You couldn’t wait, could you?’ I grinned at her.

‘No, well, the more I get the more I want. Know what I mean?’

‘You been getting more recently?’ I hadn’t seen her for a week.

Sue winked at me and sipped her tea.

‘Who was it then?’

‘Mmm, someone you know.’

That didn’t narrow things down much. I mentioned a few blokes’ names, but she shook her head, grinning.

‘A girl?’

For some reason I felt a surge of jealousy. ‘Who was it, then?’

‘Joanna.’

‘What, Joanna from the bar?’ She worked behind the college bar some nights, as did I – an elfin slip of a girl, not more than 5 foot tall, very attractive, with a steady boyfriend. My mouth fell open.

‘Mmm. Lovely girl.’ Sue was enjoying this.

‘I didn’t know she was into fisting and things.’

‘There’s a lot you don’t know, I expect.’

‘Had you … done it before?’

‘With her? No, first time. Probably not the last!’

‘How did it happen? I mean, did you seduce her?’

‘Me, seduce someone? No, we were just talking, and it came up somehow, and she said she’d done it a few times and liked it, so I said, well, why not, and so we went back to her room and got going. That was yesterday afternoon … and evening too!’

My mind was awhirl. ‘But Joanna … she’s tiny!’

‘Not that tiny … where it matters.’

‘You mean …’

She held up her fist and rotated it. ‘Big enough for this.’

‘Jesus! And she fisted you?’

‘Oh yes. Lots and lots. She does this thing with both hands … like so …’ Sue put her palms together and rubbed them back and forth, then curled her fingers inwards. ‘It drives me wild.’

Imagining little Joanna with both fists buried in Sue’s cunt made me hot and cold all over.

‘And did you do anal?’

‘Mmm, well, she did it to me. I couldn’t get my great hams inside her arse. But she had a nice big dildo! I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s not sitting down much today.’

‘I’m working with her tonight, I think. Wonder if it’ll show.’

‘Well, you can ask her all about it, can’t you?’ She grinned.

‘Wow.’

Sue looked at me with a serious expression and put her hand on mine. ‘This is making me even more horny than I was before. Are you doing anything right now?’

I looked at my watch. ‘I’ve got a tutorial in half an hour, which I can’t miss. After that … Jesus, why can’t I say no?’

She grinned. ‘Because you love it, don’t you? Your place or mine?’

We agreed that my place was nearer. The house would be empty until about 8, so she could make as much noise as she wanted.

‘I’ll get some oil on the way,’ she said, ‘and maybe one or two other things, eh?’

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I could hardly concentrate throughout the tutorial, thinking of Sue’s pale lanky body and what she was going to let me do to it. I was still amazed that she should give me such complete access to her every innermost cavity, without the slightest modesty. And it seemed she was just as open with anyone else who could offer her the same services. By the time I arrived at my shared house my pussy was wet and tingling. I had a quick shower and was just towelling off when the doorbell rang. Sue was there, swinging a plastic carrier bag and grinning.

‘Hope you haven’t started without me,’ she said, indicating my nakedness under the towel.

I followed her slim buttocks up the stairs to my room. It was obvious to anyone who looked closely that she was naked under the thin skirt. Once in my bedroom she stripped the blankets off the bed and then stripped her T shirt and skirt off in two quick moves. Her leggy nakedness hit me in the face.

‘There’s oil in the bag,’ she said breathlessly, kneeling on the bed, thighs wide, head on the pillow. Her shaven pussy and arse gaped shamelessly at me. Her lips were full, pink and blooming, her anus relaxed and dark. I poured some oil over her buttocks and it ran down over her arsehole and cunt. I poured another load over my hands and began to massage her crotch and thighs firmly, our flesh sliding effortlessly together.

Sue purred with bliss, her hips writhing slowly. My fingers slipped in and out of her holes easily; once again I marvelled at how this girl would let me do anything at all to her. She pushed her hips back at me and I formed my hand into a spear and twisted it slowly between her pussy lips. There was that familiar resistance, and then the well-remembered ‘oh!’ she always gave as her vaginal muscles relaxed and my hand slid into her hot cavity.

‘Oh God, I love this,’ she said half to herself as I moved slowly inside her, clenching my hand into a fist and then straightening it again. I massaged all around her vaginal walls with my knuckles, teasing her until I settled on her G spot, stoking up her orgasm and then withdrawing to pump my hand in and out of her tunnel. I knelt on the bed beside her, gripping her waist with my other arm, fucking her deeply and regularly with my hand, watching her anus distort as I dilated her labial ring.

My fingers teased her cervix, exploring every inch of her hot cavern. Her swollen lips slid back and forth along my wrist. She was moaning and murmuring softly, her eyes closed, her open mouth drooling onto the pillow.

‘You want to come yet, Sue?’

‘Oh yes, make me come!’

I concentrated on her G spot in the way I had learned was best for her, and soon she went rigid and clamped herself around my hand, emitting screams of ecstasy into the pillow. I felt hot juices spilling out around my wrist. She pulsed for minutes before I withdrew.

‘Bigger than Joanna’s hand, eh?’ I said when she had come back down to earth.

‘Oh yeah, quite a lot bigger. But I was already stretched.’

She grasped my towel and pulled it away. She had seen me naked so often that it didn’t bother me.

‘Sure you don’t want to try it?’

‘Just stay where you are,’ I said, and poured some more oil over her anus. Then I smeared another load over my hand, and pushed a couple of fingers into her rubbery anus. Despite her muscle tone, she dilated easily and I slid inside her hot tunnel. I pumped the fingers in and out, up to the knuckle.

‘Mmm, yeah, fuck my arse,’ she murmured. ‘Get it all in.’

I added another finger and thrust into her, twisting my hand so that her sphincter rasped across my finger joints. My other hand went to her clit, swollen, firm and dripping with lube, and rubbed it roughly. Her body writhed and within a few seconds she had come again, hot fluids trickling across my hand. Her anus clamped itself around my fingers.

I withdrew and gazed at the big dark hole that showed no signs of closing up.

‘Jesus, don’t leave me like this,’ Sue gasped. ‘Get your hand in there, quick!’

Hurriedly I oiled my hand again and pushed four fingers into her gaping anus. She thrust back at me, leaving me in little doubt what she wanted. I tucked my thumb in and pushed harder, feeling her consciously relax and dilate. There was no friction because of the oil, just the tension of her muscle ring. But Sue was determined and between us we managed to slide her sphincter over my knuckles and down onto my wrist.

‘Oh my God,’ she breathed. ‘That is so good!’

I pumped her arsehole just as I had done her cunt, slowly, then harder, and as she loosened I was able to take my fist right out of her and plunge it back in with little effort. She mewled and shuddered. I reached under with my other hand and rubbed her long firm clit, slippery with oil and juices. Slowly I stoked her up to a shattering climax. When it came, her anus clenched around my wrist, pulling me even further into her, and she seemed to stop breathing and go into a catatonic rigor while her muscles spasmed around me.

When she had finally stopped climaxing I eased my hand out and watched her gaping hole, closing up only slightly. It looked still big enough to take my wrist without touching the sides. Sue let her knees slide apart and collapsed on the bed, leaking oil onto the already stained sheet.

‘Oh heavens,’ she whispered, ‘that was incredible.’

‘No pain?’ I asked, for her arsehole had taken a lot of punishment.

‘Not really,’ she said, ‘it gets to a point where pain and pleasure sort of merge, you know?’

‘You’re incredible,’ I said.

‘I want to stay stretched,’ she said. ‘Look in the bag.’

There was a couple of large cucumbers and other phallic vegetables. I oiled one of the cucs and slid it carefully into her arsehole, without much effort. She took about a foot of the solid green cylinder and then said that was enough, she was happy.

Sue rolled over and lay on her back, her knees raised, legs wide, exhibiting her pinkly-swollen pussy to me. The end of the cuc stuck out of her anus.

‘I ought to get a butt plug,’ she observed. ‘A nice fat one. Then I could wear it all the time. Do you know where they sell them?’

‘I think you can order them online. You’d need something to fill that up too.’ I indicated her cunt.

Sue shivered. ‘It would have to be huge … I’d never be able to walk around.’ She stroked her labia idly, pulling them away from her solid little clit. Then she grinned at me.

‘You don’t mind the taste of oil, do you?’

I smiled at her, then lay between her legs and applied my mouth to her. She was rather oily, it was true, but I got used to it. Sue held her lips wide apart to give me easy access to her proud nub. I chewed and sucked on her solid button, at the same time massaging her fleshy labia with my fingers. Soon I realised that Sue needed to be filled again, so twisted my hand into her cunt again, all the time licking her clit firmly. I stirred my fist around inside her, feeling the hard cylinder of the cuc close beneath me in her rectum. It was hard to pump her vigorously in the position I was in, but I did my best, and eventually was rewarded by a deafening climax, Sue screaming obscenities as her body convulsed around me.

Once she was quieted, I withdrew my hand and replaced it with a large cylindrical vegetable of unknown source which I found in the bag. Sue lay back, gasping, her stomach rising and falling.

‘Jesus, it frightens me sometimes, how hard I come,’ she panted. ‘I feel like I’m going to black out.’

‘Has it always been like that?’

‘They’re getting stronger all the time. But yes, I’ve always come powerfully. Ever since I was a kid.’

‘How old were you … you know, when you had your first orgasm?’

‘Mmm, I was 10 and a half,’ she grinned.’ I remember it well. I was in the bath. I’d been rubbing myself for a while – I mean, for years, I knew it felt good – and it just kept feeling better and better. Then suddenly I went over the top. It was quite scary, but really good. I couldn’t believe what had happened to me. After that I was hooked. It’s like a drug with me. I just need more and more.’ She paused. ‘Good job you’re here, eh?’

‘Anything to help a friend,’ I joked. In truth I wasn’t sure why I was there. I didn’t want to admit that stretching Sue’s holes turned me on more than anything else in the world. After each of our sessions I would masturbate furiously, giving myself the most intense orgasms I had ever had. But I wasn’t a lesbian …

‘You’re a good friend,’ Sue said seriously. ‘I worship your hands - and the rest of you. In a completely non-sexual way, of course!’ This was a reference to my insistence that I was not attracted to her. ‘So can I sit on your face - in a non-sexual way?’

I laughed.

She pushed herself up and knelt above my head. The cuc and the other larger veg were still buried in her. Casually she pulled them out, revealing twin gaping orifices. Then she sat down on my face. My head was enveloped in her hot sweaty oily flesh. I thought at first she was wanting to get my head inside her cunt – I wouldn’t have been surprised at anything this girl did. She rolled her hips back and forth, massaging her vagina and anus on my nose and chin. I stuck my tongue out and it was almost sucked into her gaping tunnel, and then got lodged deep in her wide arsehole. Finally I located her clit in the acres of slippery membranes, and latched on to it like a lifebelt. Soon Sue had achieved another noisy climax – just as well as I was about to pass out from lack of air. She collapsed next to me, gasping.

‘I need a pee,’ she announced. ‘Want me to pee on you?’

I was shocked. ‘Um, no, not really.’

‘OK. I had a boyfriend who liked it. I didn’t mind. Bet you’d like to watch, though.’

I grinned at her. ‘Why not?’

We repaired to the bathroom, and Sue squatted in the shower, tilting her hips forward and pulling her fat labia apart with her fingertips. ‘Can you see OK?’

Almost immediately a jet of sparkling fluid, almost colourless, burst from her. I was amazed how easily she had relaxed – this girl had no inhibitions whatever. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back in the sensuous pleasure of voiding. When the flood was finished – and there was a lot of it – she gave a little shiver and grinned.

‘What else did this boyfriend like you to do?’

‘Oh, he used to stand behind me and put his hand over my puss while I peed. It would go all through his fingers and run down my legs. Bit kinky really.’

‘I’ll say.’

‘It got him incredibly horny though. He’d give me a really hard doggy fuck straight after. I was quite young.’

‘How young?’

‘Too young!’

Sue washed herself sensuously and put her arm round me.

‘Hey, I’m feeling empty again. Let me show you something Joanna did.’

Back in the bedroom, she fished out an apple from her bag of goodies.

‘Hold out your fist.’ I did so. ‘Now hold the apple in it.’

The diameter of my fist had almost doubled. Sue licked her lips.

‘Good idea, huh? Use lots of oil.’

I watched in disbelief as the girl climbed onto the bed and raised her hips in the air, supporting them on her hands, elbows beneath her back. Her long slim legs flopped forward on either side of her head. Her cunt, glistening and deep pink, blossomed open.

I poured lots of oil into its well, and then some over my hand. First of all I fisted her without the apple, but she moaned and said ‘No, more!’ I gripped the apple firmly and pushed my splayed fist against her hot oily flesh. I rotated it slowly, trying to loosen up her muscles. Sue grunted and swore as I worked my way slowly into her tunnel, knuckles rasping along its walls. I broke through the tight section and burst into her cavity, her slick flesh gripping my wrist. I twisted my fist around inside her, stroking her G spot again.

‘Pump it in and out,’ she gasped between moans.

It took considerable force to pull my hand, still gripping the apple, out of her cunt, and her labia stretched unbelievably outwards around my fist until they snapped back into place. Yet again I worried about hurting her, but one look at the expression on Sue’s face reassured me. She was in heaven. I pushed the huge fist back inside her – this was doing wonders for my shoulder muscles.

Nevertheless I felt compelled to ask her.

‘This won’t do any damage, will it?’

‘Not as bad as having a baby,’ she gasped. ‘So I’m told.’

‘It’s not going to make you looser and looser, though? You’ll need bigger and bigger things to satisfy you.’

‘I’m not loose, I just stretch a lot. I bet my cunt could squeeze your finger hard enough to hurt. Anyway, what’s wrong with wanting bigger and bigger things? Maybe I could set a world record ... Now shut up and start fisting me properly.’

‘Properly’ for Sue meant hard and deep and relentlessly. I obeyed, humbled by the strength of her desires. My swollen fist plunged in and out of her cunt until she gaped like a cave. Eventually she moaned that I should make her come again, so I rubbed her clit with my other hand and she screamed and spasmed frighteningly.

When she had returned to earth I made to pull my hand out, but she clamped down on me and said ‘No, leave it in.’ I lay down between her legs and licked her clit softly, and she shuddered and another gentler orgasm coursed through her.

‘Oh my god,’ she muttered. ‘I could do this for ever.’

I kissed her clit and she chuckled. ‘Be a bit awkward walking around with your fist up me, though, wouldn’t it? People might talk.’

‘You’ll have to get a dildo or something that you can wear inside,’ I said. ‘There’s online stores these days.’

‘Good idea. I’ve seen plastic balls that you stuff inside your cunt. That would feel nice. But my cunt needs to feel stretched too – and my arse.’

‘I dare say somebody makes suitable toys. But in the meantime you’ll have to make do with veg!’

‘That reminds me - I bought something really exciting in the supermarket today,’ she said, reaching for the bag. She pulled out a huge pale smooth object, phallic shaped, about a foot long and at least 4 inches in diameter, with a wider bulbous base. She told me it was called butternut squash – very nice to eat, apparently. She got on all fours, I put the end against her vagina and pushed. It slid in with some resistance and she wriggled her hips to accommodate the enormous girth.

‘How’s that, Sue?’

‘S nice,’ she murmured. ‘Which end have you got in?’

‘The narrow end of course.’

‘Try the other end.’

This girl was unbelievable. I pulled the heavy vegetable out, all slippery with her juices, and turned it round, pressing the fat end into her, harder and harder, until she gave an explosive shout and the massive bulbous end disappeared into her vagina. Her labia clung to the slightly smaller but still thick shaft.

‘Oh my god! That is amazing!’ she gasped. ‘Fill my arse too! Quickly!’

I reached for the other veg and oiled it up and pushed it into Sue’s anus. Once again I was shocked at how easily she stretched to admit these massive objects. I stirred the two veg around in her orifices, and she seemed to have whole series of small climaxes that ran into each other. Finally she raise her head and said, ‘That’s better. Now, you’re going to double-fist me. I reckon I’m wide enough now.’

‘You mean – two hands together?’

‘Mmm. Take the squash out. Leave my arse full up, though.’

She told me to put my forearms together, pointing upwards from my chest, and link my fingers. Carefully she poured oil over my hands, then squatted over me, holding onto the bedhead. She lowered her gaping pussy down onto my ‘spear’, wriggling her hips to push it further and further in. It was incredibly tight and I wondered how she wasn’t hurting herself. But she was determined and eventually my hands broke through into her hot vagina, her muscles gripping me fiercely around the wrists. She paused to get her breath and then began to bob up and down, at first only an inch, then further and further until my linked hands were fucking her all the way on each stroke. I gazed at her hugely stretched, oily labia in awe and disbelief.

‘Now ...’ she panted ‘... make a fist!’

Obediently I curled my fingers into a single big ball, and without breaking rhythm the girl started to fuck herself with it, grunting with pleasure. Her juice ran down my arms continuously. I could see her tilting her hips to rub my fists against her G-spot. With a crescendo of noise she climaxed, sinking down until half my forearms were buried in her cunt, which spasmed and throbbed around my hands.

When her orgasm had run its lengthy course, she rose, my hands plopping out of her with a sexy, slurping noise, and collapse face down on the bed next to me, the big veg (it was an aubergine) still sticking out of her arse.

‘Oooh, boy, that was good,’ she breathed. ‘Was it all right for you, darling?’

‘It was unbelievable,’ I said. ‘Your cunt is truly enormous.’

‘Mmm, it is, isn’t it? Your hands are much bigger than Joanna’s.’

‘Aren’t you sore?’

‘No, not really. A bit tender, but that just makes it feel even stronger. I think I must have trained my body to do whatever I want.’

‘There must be a limit, though.’

‘Oh, I’m sure there is. And I want to have a lot of fun finding out what the limit is!’

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