Diana's Dildos

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 shitter. 

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, arse 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 arse 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 in the 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 probed 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 arsehole.  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 arse 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 arse 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 arsehole, 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 amateur film, possibly even of the previous tenants of 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 arsehole, 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 arse.  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 arse 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 arse 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 writhing 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 spermsslithering 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 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 arsehole had ached, sweetly, invitingly.  I wanted more of that 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 arse. 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 time 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 alcohol 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 wings 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 arsehole, 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.  Hers 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 could 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. In a 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 entering 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, running 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 arsehole -  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 Hilary 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 arse as I start to shake and wobble, the waves of bliss spreading like a red tide through me.  Three fingers in my arse, 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.  

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, 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 doesn’t 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 didn’t 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 wouldn’t tell me.

"Not yet Diana, I’m 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 I’m with other women, and I’ve 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. I’ve 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 I’m 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 didn’t prepare me for the thick, acrid smoke that poured into my lungs. Instinctively I coughed, and handed the pipe back to Naomi.

"Don’t 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 understood her, even though I’d 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 I’m 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.

I’m 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 arse. 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 arse. 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 arse, 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 arse, 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, John 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, John 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.

John 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 arse 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 makes me 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 they’ve been recommended. When I’m 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. I’ve never had more than a minor disagreement in my women’s 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 I’ve been grateful for as a consequence.

I suppose 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 John, things could have been very difficult. I’ve 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 of the door. Also, they were not to come until I said I couldn’t take any more. I’ve 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 I’m 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 arse. 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 men’s 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 methods 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 fully the delicacy of the anal membranes. When they had all had a four fingered feel, I let them into my shitter, one at a time, once again simulating the tightness of the first time, as far as I was able, under the circumstances! I know I shouldn’t 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 arse became sort of sensitively numb from the continuous friction. I made them lower me onto the biggest fist in the room., which was Archie’s. 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 I’m 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 arse 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 arse. It wasn’t 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 you’re 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 men’s 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 arse, 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 arse, together, and alone. Ill be slimy with semen from head to toe, and belching cum for hours afterwards. I’ve got polaroids taken in there showing a mans arm almost elbow deep in my arse, 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 arse loves to be deep, and I’ve got them trained so perfectly that no other woman I’ve 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!

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Diana's Dildos

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 shitter. 

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, arse 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 arse 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 in the 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 probed 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 arsehole.  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 arse 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 arse 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 arsehole, 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 amateur film, possibly even of the previous tenants of 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 arsehole, 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 arse.  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 arse 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 arse 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 writhing 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 spermsslithering 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 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 arsehole had ached, sweetly, invitingly.  I wanted more of that 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 arse. 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 time 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 alcohol 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 wings 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 arsehole, 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.  Hers 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 could 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. In a 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 entering 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, running 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 arsehole -  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 Hilary 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 arse as I start to shake and wobble, the waves of bliss spreading like a red tide through me.  Three fingers in my arse, 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.  

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, 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 doesn’t 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 didn’t 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 wouldn’t tell me.

"Not yet Diana, I’m 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 I’m with other women, and I’ve 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. I’ve 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 I’m 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 didn’t prepare me for the thick, acrid smoke that poured into my lungs. Instinctively I coughed, and handed the pipe back to Naomi.

"Don’t 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 understood her, even though I’d 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 I’m 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.

I’m 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 arse. 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 arse. 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 arse, 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 arse, 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, John 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, John 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.

John 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 arse 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 makes me 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 they’ve been recommended. When I’m 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. I’ve never had more than a minor disagreement in my women’s 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 I’ve been grateful for as a consequence.

I suppose 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 John, things could have been very difficult. I’ve 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 of the door. Also, they were not to come until I said I couldn’t take any more. I’ve 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 I’m 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 arse. 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 men’s 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 methods 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 fully the delicacy of the anal membranes. When they had all had a four fingered feel, I let them into my shitter, one at a time, once again simulating the tightness of the first time, as far as I was able, under the circumstances! I know I shouldn’t 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 arse became sort of sensitively numb from the continuous friction. I made them lower me onto the biggest fist in the room., which was Archie’s. 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 I’m 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 arse 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 arse. It wasn’t 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 you’re 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 men’s 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 arse, 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 arse, together, and alone. Ill be slimy with semen from head to toe, and belching cum for hours afterwards. I’ve got polaroids taken in there showing a mans arm almost elbow deep in my arse, 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 arse loves to be deep, and I’ve got them trained so perfectly that no other woman I’ve 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!

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