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On Sat, 9 Aug 1997 16:29:59 -0700, "NMI" <*10682@concentric.net>
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> Hi all you Horn Dawgs.  I didn't wright this and I know there is at least
>one more part (Had it, lost it).  So if you have the rest please post them.
>Thanx
>
>-NMI
>
>Remember unsolicitied e-mail is a sin!!!
>
>(to despam my e-mail remove the "*")
>
>
>Do not read this if you are under eighteen or generally prudish. Wait
>till you're older, or have a more open mind!
>
>
>
>DIANA'S STORY - PART ONE
>
>
>My life changed completely when I divorced my husband Jim.  I had been
>an increasingly unhappy product of the middle classes who had made the
>mistake of marrying her first boyfriend.  Why? Because at thirteen I was
>five feet ten, and thought I was a freak.  Jim treated me nicely at
>school, protecting me from some of the bullies.  He was a year older,
>and we lived not far from each other at the time, so we tended to end
>up walking home together.  I really thought that I was lucky to have
>someone like Jim to look after me, and despite feeling very little
>actual passion for him, we went out together from then on.  I was always
>very shy, because I'm so tall - at fifteen I hit six foot, and stayed
>there - and it was easy to stick to the person I knew, and at the time
>trusted completely.  Everybody expected us to get married, and we did,
>when I was nineteen and he was twenty.  Ludicrously young, I know that
>now!
>
>If Jim had been sexy - or interested in sex - it would have made a big
>difference, but he really was happy to make very traditional love once
>every couple of weeks.  Not much foreplay, not long about  the job.  I
>don't think he ever considered if I had come or not, he would just roll
>over and snore.  Talk about the sexual revolution passing us by.  I knew
>there had to be more to it than I was getting, but I accepted Jim and
>his faults, and reasoned that at least I was secure, and he was
>considerate.
>
>Everything came to a head when he had to go abroad for two months on an
>urgent contract, leaving me to my own devices for more than a couple of
>nights for the first time in literally eight years.  One day, after he
>had been away for about a fortnight, I was at home, achingly bored, and
>decided to have a complete clean out of the bedroom.  Now, we had bought
>the house about three years previously, and had not done a lot to it, as
>it was in pretty good shape.  So there was no reason at the time to
>check under carpets, and look for loose boards.  You can probably guess
>what happened - or have a good idea.  I had moved the wardrobe in the
>corner of the room, and was hoovering, when the corner carpet lifted
>onto the nozzle.  Underneath was a small section of floorboard that
>looked different to the other planks.  Curiously, I bent down to look,
>and saw that it wasn't nailed, and had a sort of knot hole at one end.
>Even more curiously, I put a finger into the hole, and tugged.  The
>board came up easily, and underneath was a heap of  magazines, and a
>couple of videotapes.
>
>The magazine at the top of the pile told me everything, it was a secret
>porn stash!  The mag.  was called 'Anal Sex,' and had a picture of a
>girl with a cock up her bottom on the cover.  I felt myself go all
>shaky.  I knew they couldn't be Jim's, the wardrobe hadn't been shifted
>since we put it there on the day we moved in.  With shaking fingers I
>hauled out the porn collection, finding a variety of different
>perversions had been catered for.  Unbearably nervous, and already
>excited, I reached deeper into the underfloor recess, and found a
>plastic bag.  I pulled it out too, and looked inside.  There were
>vibrators in there, three of them, varying is size from five inches to
>nine.  At the bottom of the bag were five little bottles, still sealed
>as new.  The wrappers had words like Bolt, Reds, and TNT.  I had no idea
>what they contained.
>
>Now remember, I had never done more than plain fucking.  I hadn't even
>had oral sex, or given it.  I suppose I had wondered if we should
>experiment, but Jim was so staid, I never came near to having the nerve.
>I had never even masturbated, if you can believe that - you see I'd been
>in the same relationship since I was fourteen years old, with a man who
>barely knew what sex was!    Of course I'd read magazines, I'd watched
>movies, but Jim had a sort of spell of blandness, nothing seemed to
>particularly affect me either way.  I felt pleasure when we made love,
>sometimes I got quite excited, and I had definitely had orgasms, I was
>sure I had had orgasms!
>
>The moment I saw the cover of the first magazine, I knew my life would
>change - I'm not exaggerating - I felt a surge of something I had NEVER
>felt before.  The adrenaline of desire.  Not for anyone, but for IT.
>For sex.  God or some other force had put the means in my hands, to an
>end I could not have possibly imagined.  The wardrobe stayed where it
>was, the carpet fell back into place.  Trembling violently, I dropped
>the magazines, and the bag of paraphernalia, onto the bed.  I could
>hardly get my clothes off, my fingers were all thumbs.  When I was
>naked, I lay on the bed, shut my eyes for a moment,so that I could open
>them and see if I was dreaming, and when I did open them, there was that
>girl again, with the willy up her bum.  I spread the magazines out, my
>eyes gawping at the images they displayed.
>
>I hardly dared open them.  I closed my eyes again, flipped a magazine
>open at random, and blinked the darkness from my eyes.  A beautiful
>young girl was smiling at the camera, her mouth wide open, a white line
>led from a small pool on her tongue to the spurting shaft of a wet red
>cock.  She had actually taken a man's semen in her mouth!  My own mouth
>was dry, but another part of me was suddenly noticeable by its wetness.
>I opened my thighs, and instinctively cupped a hand around my sex.  It
>felt hot, and swollen.  I hadn't even done anything, and I was already
>as turned on as I had ever been.  I looked through the first magazine,
>the anal one, and my hand kneaded my mons, firmly, making me hotter and
>wetter by the second, until I started to feel the moisture on my hand.
>A photograph of a girl on her knees, ass raised, and long thick cock
>half buried in it - made me pause.  I could see the beauty of it, it
>made me feel very strange indeed.  Because, you see, I was attracted as
>much by the girl as by the image of sodomy.  I was starting to rub
>myself, what else could I do.  I knew that sex was rhythm, and I was
>finding my own tempo.  Sensations were buzzing through me by now,
>urging, drawing me to experiment further.  That was when I really
>discovered my clitoris.  Yes, I had felt nice things from it before, but
>not on this scale, the old sensation was a mild tickle compared to this.
>Before I really knew what I was doing, I was caressing that eager bud
>with the edge of my hand, the wetness making it slick and very lovely.
>I completely forgot the magazine as I got carried away on a tide of
>rapture.  The waves intensified, come more and more quickly, until a
>great breaker of joy washed over me, and I came, properly, for the first
>time in my life.  I had discovered pure gold.  I had won the lottery.
>
>I panted, my chest heaving as I juddered to a halt.  I couldn't bear to
>touch my clitoris any longer, it was too sensitive.  I had had my eyes
>shut, and now I opened them onto a new world.  Opposite the bed was a
>dressing mirror on a stand, I had moved I there while cleaning the room.
>I could see my reflection in it, laying back against a mound of pillows,
>my nipples pointing, thighs akimbo, and the gash of wet flesh in
>between, surrounded by a tangled fringe of moist pubic tendrils.  I
>realised that I was actually very sexy looking, the sight of myself like
>this, louche and slippery, was a turn on.  I stood in front of the
>mirror, and examined myself as if for the first time, touching myself as
>if I was a new lover.   I discovered parts of myself I had never
>considered, I found sensuality in every curve, tenderness in surprising
>places.  I compared myself to the girls in the magazines, and frankly, I
>was as good, hell, I was better!  My ass is a bit on the big side, and
>though my breasts are quite shallow, I have quite bulbous, plump nipples
>that stickout easily when aroused.   I've always been fit, and the flesh
>I have is firm. If anything I'm in better shape now than I was then. I
>actually sobbed as I realised I had never been called sexy by my
>husband, and here I was, in my own eyes, as desirable as any of the
>models in the magazines I had found.
>
>It was a conversion of Damascan propotions.  I kept on going back to the
>pictures in the anal magazine, my bottom sort of clenched in empathy,
>and my eyes fell on the bag.  I shook it out on the bed, the vibrators
>and bottles clattering onto the duvet.  My hands knew what they were
>doing as they reached for the smaller shaft.  I had only ever glimpsed a
>vibrator before, and it had not been as pretty as this one.  This one,
>all of them in fact, were like sculpted penises in black latex.  I
>checked it out from end to end, not imagining that after at least three
>years there would be any juice left inthe batteries, but there was.
>When I twisted the end of the vibrator, it shuddered into life.  I gave
>a little shriek, and dropped it.  I actually giggled and blushed as I
>tried to pick it up.  I captured it quite quickly, and switched it off.
>
>I walked into the en suite bathroom, and very deliberately washed the
>vibrators, and dried them on a towel.  What instinct was it made me
>bring a jar of vaseline back into the bedroom, tell me that?  Back on
>the bed, I studied the magazine, noting the way the girl's anus expanded
>from a rosebud to a mouth.  If hers could, mine could - I was bigger
>than her anyway!  My eyes caught something familiar in the corner of the
>centrefold.  A pot of vaseline, identical to my own.  My heart pounded a
>little harder.  I was learning fast.  And there beside it, that little
>bottle, just like the ones on the bed.  Had they got something to do
>with anal sex?  I split the seal on the bottle, and unscrewed the cap.
>A strange chemical smell assailed my nostrils.  I wrinkled my nose, and
>replaced the cap.  Suddenly my heart was pumping like crazy, and I was
>mad for it.  I scrabbled at myself, unthinkingly forcing two fingers
>into my cunt.  It took my a while to work out that it was the chemical
>smell that had made me go so crazy.  The feeling didn't last, but the
>effect on my libido did.  I opened the vaseline, and dipped in the two
>fingers I had had in my cunt.  I paused for just a moment before
>touching my anus, and then pressed a fingertip to the twitching rosebud.
>It felt delicious as I rubbed my finger over the puckered sphincter, I
>cooed, and pobed myself with an experimental finger.  "Oh Jesus" I
>sobbed, as my finger parted the tight-drawn orifice, and slid rudely
>into my rectum.  I nearly came again from that alone.  For the next few
>minutes, I finger-fucked my bottom, moving onto the thrusting finger,
>then the thrusting fingers, because two felt even better.
>
>Shortly, I remembered the vibrator.  I spread the excess lubricant over
>its glans, and a little way down the shaft.  I didn't plan to do much
>more than just slip the head in, if I could.  I switched on the motor,
>and set it at a slow throb.  I was even nearer to coming when the
>shaking shaft hummed against my asshole.  That strange instinct
>controlled me again, and I found myself reaching for the little bottle
>of Amyl Nitrate.  One sniff, and I was an animal.  With no further
>preparation, I rammed the vibrator at my bottom-mouth, and felt it give,
>so utterly deliciously that I could hold on no longer.  As I drew the
>shaft up into my body with one hand, I rushed a finger back and forth
>across my clitoris, and came.  This time the spasms gripped upon an
>unrelenting penetrant.  My ass muscles clenched and relaxed again and
>again, and each time they relaxed, the shaft crept a little deeper.
>When my orgasm at last subsided, the vibrator was humming very quietly,
>because it was lodged deep in my no longer virgin bottom.      The
>vibrations reached into every inch of my gut, shuddering my womb from
>the other side.  My womb... I picked up the next biggest vibrator, and
>discovered that perhaps my desires were not exactly normal.  In the anal
>magazine were photos of a girl taking two men at once, one in each hole.
>I wanted to be that girl.  I was going to BE that girl....
>
>This vibrator was seven inches long, and correspondingly thicker.  The
>one in my ass was about the size of Jim's cock.  Two would surely be too
>much for me....  but I had to find out.  I kept the vibrator in my
>bottom by sitting on it, while I lubed up the new shaft.  It hurt just a
>little bit to have something up my asshole, but it was a sweet, sensual
>hurt, and  I loved it.  I lay back, and ran the throbbing glans of the
>second vibrator over my sex, gasping at the way the vibrations seemed to
>run through me.  I gingerly positioned the glans at the entrance of my
>sopping wet pussy, and thrust.  I was so aroused that despite the shaft
>in my bottom, the bigger vibrator actually started to slide into me,
>making me tight in a way I never knew before.  Part of the trouble with
>Jim was that if I did get wet and horny when he fucked me, I felt less
>and less the more open I got.  He just didn't have enough for  a big
>woman like me.  The second set of vibrations was making me a molten
>mess.  My juices were trickling onto the bed, coating the smaller
>vibrator, making it difficult to hold.  I looked across to the mirror,
>and cried out at the nasty, wonderful scene it displayed.  My legs were
>cocked right back, thighs wide, and my hands were pushing and pulling
>those two black shaft in and out of my hungry body.  I felt utterly
>wanton, and somehow terribly pure.
>
>I suppose I should have been surprised at how easily I took two up me at
>once, but everything was so weird, so special and sexy, that I was just
>going wherever my senses led me.  I could feel those two shafts moving
>against each other, and it was the maddest thing, but I loved it at
>once, I fucked myself into a frenzy, and came, gritting me teeth to keep
>from howling.  I had found my G-spot, without even knowing I had one!  I
>fucked slower and slower, and finally drew the shafts out, my cunt was
>sort of numb by now from the vibrations, and I knew I needed a little
>rest.
>
>I slept for a couple of hours, my dreams full of the images from the
>magazines, and awoke, hot, excited, and wet again.  I decided to try and
>hold on for a little while, maybe get a drink, maybe see if those videos
>were sexy too - they had no covers or titles, just cryptic numbers.  I
>put on a bathrobe, and stuffed everything into the carrier bag.  In the
>living-room, I drew the curtains, switched on a couple of table lamps,
>and mixed a generous vodka and tonic.  I spread a large bath-towel on
>the sofa, and laid out my array of pornographic materials.  My heart
>pounding once again, I slotted the first tape into the player, and sat
>back, wondering what on earth I was about to see.
>
>I know now that it was an amataeur film, possibly even of the previous
>tenant sof the house - we never did meet them.  It was raw, hard core
>sex.  It made me feel so odd, I'm against this sort of thing, in
>principle, but here it was, kinky sex on screen, and I couldn't take my
>eyes off it.  The first set up had a girl waking up an older woman, and
>making love to her.  It was the first time I had been exposed to proper
>lesbian sex, and it took my breath away, while confusing me terribly.  I
>couldn't understand why the sight of two naked women had such a strong
>effect on me.  Surely I wasn't a lesbian too? Was I?  The younger woman
>cunnilingered and frigged the other to some sort of climax, and then a
>man appeared.  Not badly hung, either.  I decided that I would try to
>emulate whatever happened on screen from now on, so I picked up the
>biggest vibrator, the nine incher, and licked it like the girl was
>licking the real cock on t.v. After a minute or so of fellatio, the man
>turned the girl round, and fed his cock into her cunt.  I rolled onto my
>knees, and rubbed the head of the big shaft against my pussy.  It was a
>bit awkward, but I found that if I lodged the base between my ankles, I
>could brace myself against the thick phallus, and push down onto it.  I
>moaned as the hard, fat glans parted my labia, and began to open my
>vulva.  It felt fantastic.
>
>I let myself down onto the thick pole by degrees, whimpering as it
>filled me fuller and fuller, climbing up inside me until it was hard
>against my cervix.  I felt my buttocks on my heels, and realised I had
>taken nearly the whole thing.  I never imagined there was that kind of
>room inside a woman.  I was very glad there was.  I fucked myself as the
>man fucked the girl, getting hotter and wetter until my dildo was
>slooshing and squelching as I pumped onto it.  When the man drew out and
>pushed his hard cock against the girl's puckered up anus, I panted
>nervously.  My cunt might be able to take the big vibrator, but what
>about my bottom?  I leaned forwards until the shaft slid all the way out
>of my cunt, leaving it strangely empty, and tingly.  I felt behind
>myself, moving the tip of the phallus up to my still slippery asshole,
>and very carefully leaned back.  The sensation of that big glans
>spreading my anus was unbelievable, the flesh sort of ticked and creaked
>as it was forced open.  Suddenly, the glans was in me, my sphincter
>gripping it around its neck.  It hurt in the way the little one had,
>that sweet hurt that wants more.  I had an inspiration, and picked up
>the little bottle of Amyl Nitrate.  A wee bit frightened of its violent
>effect, I took a sniff.  I had found the key to my ass.  The drug rushed
>in my brain, loosening everything for the few seconds it needed to push
>that nine inch shaft halfway up my bottom, with the most astonishing
>sensations of pentration and lust you could imagine!
>
>I had almost forgotten about the video. It played on somewhere in the
>background as I fucked my ass deeper and deeper, forcing myself down
>onto the thing until it was far up my bowels, and giving me twinges of
>delicious pain and pleasure.  I fumbled for the switch, and managed to
>turn the beast's motor on.  It was shatteringly good.  My guts quivered
>as each descending stroke sent the phallus throbbing at my heart.  My
>rectum was more than tingling, it was shaking, it was wobbling with
>rapture.  I couldn't hold on for long.  I jammed a finger onto my
>clitoris, and ripped spasm after spasm from my loins, my ass clenching
>miraculously hard on the belly-deep shaft.  I was hooked on anal sex.
>More than that, I was hooked on sex, totally.  I whimpered, the shaft
>slowly slid out, giving me delicious tremors as it departed.  I switched
>off the vibrator, and the video, and paused to think about it all.
>
>Everything was moving so fast.  Barely an hour ago I was a bored
>housewife near the end of her tether. Now I was a sexed-up beast,
>hurrying from one thrill to the next, being perverted, taking drugs, and
>fucking like a total slut, even if it was myself I was fucking. The
>housewife washed the vibrators carefully, ate a big sandwich, and tried
>to reason with herself.  She was soon forced to give way for the slut.
>Twenty-seven years without sexual fulfilment would take a long time to
>make up for.  I sometimes think that for every sexually mature year for
>which I was dormant, I  have to have a year of indulgent excess.  That
>makes. fourteen years, of which I have still have eight left.  Thank
>God!
>
>I was drawn back to the tv by a force I found thrillingly new.   I
>pressed play, and this time just caressed myself gently while watching
>the writheing bodies entwine, separate, penetrate, and ejaculate.  I
>loved the way one woman sought out the jets of semen from the two men
>who had just fucked her.  She looked so greedy, and the sight of the
>sperms slithering down her face was oddly arousing.  I wondered if I
>would enjoy that, and felt yet another barrier crumble as I knew
>straight away that I would.  I wanted to taste a man, to know how his
>fluids felt on my tongue, in my mouth... I masturbated easily now, my
>initial storm of desire just muted enough to keep the need for instant
>gratification at bay.  The young blonde girl from the first story re-
>appeared, with another girl, brunette, and quite pretty too, they
>started to make love, and I felt my belly sort of flip as they sixty-
>nined each other.  I imagined how another woman's tongue would feel in
>my pussy, lapping at me, flickering over my clitoris.  It took me an
>effort not to come at that point.  It was dawning on me that I was going
>to have to go beyond wanking.  I was going to have to find someone to do
>these things with, to feel a woman's hands upon me.
>
> The blonde girl climbed off the brunette, and turned round again.  She
>picked up a tube of something, and spread it on her hands.  I wondered
>what was going on, after all they both looked like they were pretty wet.
>I found out very soon, and with it found my vocation.  The blonde girl
>slid two slippery fingers into the brunette's snatch - so far, so
>normal.  Then a third finger, and a fourth finger followed.  I found
>myself feeding fingers into my own cunt, stretching them apart like the
>blonde was doing, and I arched like the brunette as I felt my vulva
>opening as wide as it had for the big vibrator.  I am a big woman, that
>is undeniable, but it had never occurred to me that my sex might be as
>big in proportion as for example, my feet.  I found that four fingers
>squelching was very good fun indeed.  And then blondie eased her thumb
>into the thickening bunch. This whole thing was so weird already, I just
>accepted that what these people were doing was fairly normal if kinky
>sexual practice.  Not the sort you discuss with your friends maybe, but
>how was I to know? To me, at that time, it really looked no weirder than
>actually seeing people fuck.   I carried on frigging and my eyes grew
>wider as blondie started to twist her hand from side to side, while the
>brunette just opened up to her, her wet vulva glistening and rippling as
>it expanded.  It was such a shock, but so logical when the hand suddenly
>plunged, wrist deep in that seemingly nice, ordinary cunt!  It was
>logical, because it fitted so neatly.  I gulped, with a primal instinct
>gnawing my vitals, and gloated over the junction of wrist and cunt.
>Blondie's hand began to move in and out, making brunette shudder and
>wail as it popped the vulvaic rim.  Blondie thrust her hand firmly, and
>swirled it it out of sight, the tendons in her wrist hinting at the
>movements within.
>
>My first day of real sex, and I was watching a fist-fucking film.  No
>wonder I've turned out as I have!  I found that I was tucking my own
>thumb into myself, and pushing harder and harder.  The angle was wrong,
>because even though it was feeling wonderful, I just couldn't get past
>the wide knuckles.  'Maybe you can only do this with a partner,' I
>thought, which made my resolve to find someone - and it would be a woman
>- to teach me all this new loving.  I frigged away stickily for the few
>minutes of fist-fucking on screen.  They finished all too soon for me,
>so I just carried on, and after another minute or two, I reached for the
>big vibrator again.  Already I had learned to long for the feeling of a
>stretched cervix.  I pressed the thing into myself, gasping as it opened
>me up.  The neck of my womb grasped the neck of the glans in a clinging
>embrace.  I held it there like that, and fast forwarded the video, I
>wanted to see what other action was on offer.
>
>Blondie was playing with a vibrator, just like me, thrusting it in and
>out of herself with smooth power.  I locked into her moves, and moaned
>with her moans.  After only an few moments, she pulled the vibrator out,
>and forced four fingers into the empty sex-mouth.  My heart rose into my
>throat.  If my instincts, so recently discovered, were not mistaken,
>blondie was about to fist-fuck herself!  She reamed herself wider and
>wider, and then I discovered the secret.  Blondie removed her hand for a
>moment, tucked her leg behind her arm, and fed the fingers back into the
>now stretched and exposed vulva.  Getting dizzy with desire, I followed
>suit.  I could feel the difference immediately.  The angle and the
>leverage were much improved.  Bondie started to execute long, slow, side
>to side twists.  Four of them, and her hand reached the widest point,
>majestically cruising over the rim, into her cunt.  My path was clear, I
>had been shown the way.  I still believe that some kind of inner or
>outer force knew what I needed, and directed me to it, planting those
>videos and magazines just for my benefit.  When I copied blondie, and
>twisted my hand, it seemed the only possible course of action.  Stopping
>would have been totally absurd.   I felt the muscles and membranes start
>to ache, like my asshole had ached, sweetly, invitingly.  I wanted more
>of theat feeling, so I used my right hand to push on my left.  I Let my
>cunt go as slack as I could, and with a scream of delight that I
>couldn't stifle, I sank my hand into the hot, molten pit of my
>hysterically happy cunt.
>
>Have you ever had a moment in your life when you just know that the
>right thing has happened, regardless of the potential consequences?
>That was my moment, the first moment when I was utterly convinced of
>something in my life.  I knew that my cunt was getting what it needed,
>what it had needed for a long, long time.  I don't think its just
>because I'm a big girl, either, though that has something to do with it.
>A lot of other big women wouldn't be able to do it, or want to.  It was
>the thrill of it being my hand, or potentially someone else's hand.  It
>gets me off much more than a cock - unless its big, and in my ass.
>Being able to actually feel, to explore and probe with fingertips and
>knuckles.  That is so very special, and I determined straight away to
>become very, very good at it. I was actually surprised when I found out
>that fisting wasn't a common form of sexual expression.  Maybe that's
>why I've worked so hard to promote it since then.  Why shouldn't it be
>as popular as, for example, anal sex? It will be, if I've got anything
>to do with it!
>
>I lay with my hand in my cunt for as long as I could bear it.  It would
>be some time before I could just enter myself and fuck without anything
>other than the sweetest sensations of lust.  I gave myself three
>orgasms, quickly, one after the other, my right forefinger dancing a
>fandango on my increasingly tender clitty.  It had never had so much
>action in so short a time.  I felt a wave of emotion welling up inside
>as I shuddered the third time.  Tears started to fall from my eyes,
>tears of joy.  I finally quivered to a halt, and very gently and slowly
>drew my wet, reddened hand from my cunt.  I felt it close as my fingers
>withdrew, regaining something like its normal proportions.  But it would
>never be the same again. For the first itme in my life, I felt sexually
>satisfied.
>
>That weekend, I went cruising, a pastime I hadn't dreamed I would ever
>indulge in, and that now I couldn't live without. I bought a  listings
>magazine,and looked through the gay section.  Hoping for the best, I
>selected a lesbian bar, and on Friday night, I went into town, and
>dressed up nicely, but not outrageously, I walked nervously through the
>door of the Pink Pussycat.  The bar was half empty, and the women seated
>there turned to look at me as I came in.  It was very strange, I could
>feel them sizing me up as a potential sex partner.  Women appraising me
>with an eye to making love.  I strolled up to the bar as nonchalantly as
>possible, and ordered a large vodka tonic.  I sat on a bar-stool, and
>sipped my drink, grateful for the warm wash as the alcahol kicked
>quickly in to my excited system.  I decided that if they were going to
>cruise me, I'd cruise them.  There were various types, from deisel-dyke
>to femme, and some that looked pretty normal, and two, an older woman,
>and a girl, who kept on trying to catch my attention.  The older woman
>had grey hair, but she didn't look near forty when I got a good profile
>of her.  The girl looked dark, sultry, with thick black hair.  There was
>something both wanton and innocent about her.  The older woman smiled at
>me, and beckoned.
>
>What the hell! I thought, and went over to their table.  That's how I
>met Hilary and Naomi.  Hilary was actually thirty-six, and Naomi twenty-
>two.  They were lovers, had been for about a year, and they were
>interested in me.  "I've got a feeling you're rather new to this," said
>Hilary, making me blush.  I decided to be frank with her.  "It's my very
>fist.. I mean first time," I said, blushing even redder at my Freudian
>slip.  Hilary's elegant eyebrows arched, and an odd little smile flitted
>across her face.  "Well, I'm glad we all know where we stand,"  she
>husked - she had this rich, throaty voice - very sexy.  I giggled, not
>sure if she was serious, but Hilary knew women, she read me like a book.
>"I think we could go right now," she added, and as if hypnotised, I
>followed the two of them out of the club.  I had only been in there
>about five minutes!  Outside, we walked in silence to Hilary's Golf Gti,
>climbed in, and I was driven off to my first lesbian encounter.
>
>Twenty minutes later we pulled up outside an elegant house in Camden
>Town.  I was led into an airy hall, and from there into an exquisitely
>decorated lounge, classic French sofas chaise longues provided the
>seating.  There was a large cabinet in one corner, the open doors of
>which proved it to be a huge television set.  I sat on the edge of a
>chaise longue, and cleared my throat.  "You'll have to help me out...
>this is all very odd for me... I'm a married woman, and I've never had
>affairs.. with men or women...  I don't know where to begin." I told
>them, laying my cards on the table.  "But you do know about fist-
>fucking, don't you?" Asked Hilary.  "Oh yes... I know about that...
>since Wednesday," I said.  Watching my boats burning.  "Well, that's all
>that matters then," said Naomi, sitting beside me, and putting her small
>brown hand on my trembling thigh.  It was terribly warm in the room,
>warm enough to be naked...
>
>Hilary came over to the chaise as well.  They stood me up, and slowly
>undressed me, stroking and kissing as they uncovered my skin.  Their
>hands caressed me like the winga of little birds, delicately, with
>shiveringly light touches.  My trembling changed from nerves to the
>first stirrings of arousal.  "Oh God... I.... I... Oooooh!" I sighed, my
>protest collapsing as a hand slipped into my knickers, cupping my mons,
>and finding the wetness that was already dampening the gussett.  My
>panties were pulled down, and I srepped out of them.  I stood there,
>naked,  Hilary and Naomi looking at every inch of me, peering into my
>most intimate places.  Naomi pulled my buttocks apart and touched my
>anus with her finger.  I puckered automatically, and then relaxed, as I
>had just learned.  Naomi giggled, and slid her finger down to my oozing
>pussy.  She carried some of my juice back with her to my asshole, and
>rubbed it round the rim.  I let out a little moan, and moving my feet
>apart, I pushed out my bottom to signal my approval.  Hilary was
>massaging my breasts, sucking alternately on my pointed nipples, making
>them stand out like fingertips.  Naomi's finger pushed through my
>sphincter and probed my rectum.  It felt delicious.   Hilary slid her
>hand down my belly, and ran her middle finger along the pouting lips of
>my sex, parting them expertly. A moment later her finger joined Naomi's
>inside me, and they thrust together, in and out, finger-fucking me to a
>powerful state of horniness.  "Get the things, Naomi, she's ready for
>us... aren't you Diana?" Said Hilary, rhetorically, I could hardly
>speak, let alone answer.
>
>They had caught me completely off guard, and I loved every second of it.
>I was their plaything for the evening.  Would I enjoy their games?  Time
>would tell..  Hilary sat me on the chaise, made me lay back against
>cushions, and spread my legs.  One was raised on the chaise, the other
>she held back with her shoulder as she went down on me.  Her's were the
>very first lips to touch me there, and I came almost as soon as her
>tongue-tip touched my clitoris.  She ground her face into me as I gushed
>and shuddered.  I could feel her lapping me up as I felt ecstasy of a
>brand new kind.  She left my clitoris to calm down, and started to
>tongue-fuck me, making me writhe and whimper, it felt so good.  I opened
>my eyes as Noami came back into the room, carrying a sports bag.  She
>put it on a coffee table, and unloaded the contents.  I watched,
>fascinated, as a selection of bizarre toys and tortures were carefully
>laid out.  The sight of cuffs, a tawse, and what I later found out were
>nipple clamps made me decidedly nervous.  "I.. don't do S&M.." I gasped.
>"Don't worry, not all those things are for you," said Naomi, smiling at
>me reassuringly.  "They're for me... but you're welcome to try them,"
>she offered, with genuine generosity. I gasped, unable to speak as
>Hilary's tongue tickled my bud again.  "Maybe later...," said Naomi,
>smiling sweetly, but with a delicious hint of danger I hadn't seen
>before.  Perhaps this trip was going to be even stranger than I had
>anticipated.
>
>As well as the S&M gear, there were a couple of vibrators, lubricant,
>and a dildo so big I thought it was a joke, and laughed out loud.
>Hilary and Naomi exchanged looks.  "Let me show you something," said
>Hilary.  "Naomi, my favourite, please," she told her young lover.  Naomi
>picked up the monster shaft.  It was about fourteen inches long, and
>thicker than a man's wrist.  She lovingly anointed it with K.Y. and held
>it upright, the base of it resting on the seat of the chaise.  Hilary
>swung her leg over it, straddling the shaft.  She guided it between the
>long, fleshy lips of her vulva, and found her entrance.  Then she bent
>her knees, lowering herself onto the beast.  After a few seconds pause,
>the head of  it suddenly plunged into her cunt, and a few seconds later,
>another drop sent it deep into her womb.  I was fascinated to see how
>her labia framed the thickness of it, and the way her clit hood
>stretched back.  My throat tightened.  I knew I wanted to feel that
>thing for myself.  Hilary fucked herself slowly, rising and falling
>until the shaft was moving with comparative ease.  "There, you see,
>nothing to laugh at," said Hilary, sternly, but smiling.  I smiled back,
>uncertainly.  "Do you think I could take... that thing?" I asked.
>Hilary's eyebrows arched as they always did when surprised.  "Touche!"
>She said, and laughed.  Naomi held the base of the dildo as Hilary stood
>up.  It left her body with a lubricious slurp.
>
>My cunt had been reamed to extremes since Wednesday.  I had not been
>able to believe that I could put my hand up myself, and had had to
>repeat it many times, finding it getting easier by the day, and better,
>because I knew where it felt extra good now, and could concentrate on
>quality.  Hilary pulled me to the edge of the chaise, and put the base
>of the shaft on the floor.  The head was almost level with the seat.
>"Sit on it... that's the best way to find out, and you're in complete
>control of it," she advised me.    I edged over to it, and Hilary slid
>the tip back and forth along my slit, wetting the slippery surface even
>more thoroughly.  I felt it pressing my vaginal entrance, big, hell,
>huge as I tentatively lowered myself.  It began to open me.  It was so
>thick, so quickly.  My fingers entered from a comparatively small point,
>this was like trying to push a large plum into my glory-box.  I felt
>that odd, creaking sort of sensation as my vulva gradually surrendered
>to the force of gravity.  I gritted my teeth, held my breathe, tensed up
>hard, and then suddenly relaxed.  I felt an almighty 'WHOOSH' of
>rapture, and fully six inches of the thing plunged up into my womb.
>"Attagirl!" Cried Hilary, and Naomi applauded.  I felt the irresistible
>urge to be fucked now, I wanted to feel this enormous thing reaming and
>ramming me, I wanted to come with it buried deep.  I dropped a little
>lower, and gasped with pain as the hard glans tip stretched my cervix to
>pain threshold.  "Wow... you can take that thing!" Exclaimed Naomi,
>excitedly.  "I think we've got ourselves a winner!" Hilary crowed,
>pushing me back onto the chaise, this time with nine inches of dildo
>deep in my cunt.
>
>"Please fuck me... fuck me till I come," I begged, waves of desire
>washing over me until I was glowing deep pink.  Hilary held the base of
>the dildo with both hands, and drew several inches out.  "OooF!" I
>gasped as it was pumped back in, the friction against my distended
>pussy-walls almost over-poweringly good.  So far I was very happy with
>lesbian love, very happy indeed! Hilary grasped the end of the phallus
>with both hands, and drew it halfway out before sending it back, making
>me pant as it knocked the air from my lungs.  Hilary fucked me with big,
>solid strokes that had be humping with pleasure.  If men could fuck me
>like that, I'd adore them.  I melted, getting totally absorbed in the
>sensation of being given pleasure to by another human, such incredible
>pleasure.  Only one thing could be better than this.
>
>"I'm going to fist-fuck you, I'm going to stuff my hand into you, and
>screw you until you beg me to stop," Said Hilary, in a harsh, strange
>tone.  Something was happening to her.  I quaked, but her eyes didn't
>tell me she was really dangerous.  Though they were reddened with lust.
>"Do you want me to do that Diana?  Do you want to know what I feel?" She
>grated.  "More than anything!" I replied, "Ask me nicely then," Hilary
>said, her tone calmer, but still steely.  "Please Hilary... please will
>you fist-fuck me," I gasp, the dildo so deep I can hardly breathe.
>"You're a good girl, and I will fist-fuck you, but you don't know what I
>feel, you don't know how I take the fist... Naomi, come over here and
>show Diana how we do it here." Hilary turned so that her cunt was just
>in front of my face, her knees straddling my torso.  I culd smell her
>arousal, and see the wetness dribbling from her plump-lipped cunt.
>Naomi lubed up her hand, and rubbed it over the moist flesh,  Then she
>made a fist.  I moaned, I guessed.  I guessed right.
>
>Naomi's fist nestled between those spreading labia, turning a little as
>it settled.  Her cunningly pointed knuckles were seeking the portal.
>When she found it, I saw her forearm tense, and turn as she twisted her
>fist against the resisting flesh.  I goggled as at the third twist, the
>fist moved, steadily disappearing into Hilary's ripe feminine flesh.  A
>pause half way, then a thrust that carried Naomi wrist deep in her
>lover.  All this mere inches from my eyes.  Instinctively I leaned
>forward, and licked the stretched vulva where it clung to Naomi, and
>then helplessly, I came, my cunt clenching painfully, blissfully upon
>the massive dildo.  This was a new kind of fist-fucking, total and a
>little brutal, but perhaps I knew I needed to find out if it was for me,
>as well as my strange new friends.
>
>After my orgasm I found a little clarity returning.  "Do you still want
>to do it like I do?" Gasped Hilary, rocking back and forth above me.  He
>voice no longer had quite the threat of before.  She was getting into
>Naomi's hand too much.  "Actually, I think I'd rather have it gently,
>the first time.  You don't want to risk putting me off, do you?" It was
>irrefutable logic.  I knew they wanted me as a willing partner, and I
>wanted them.  But at my own pace.  The fact that I'm a good six inches
>taller than either of them, and I work out might have had something to
>do with their acquiesence.  What ever, the tension suddenly seemed to go
>out of Hilary, as If I had taken a load of her mind.  Panting slightly,
>she actually laughed.  "You mean you're not S&M?" She asked, "Not as far
>as I know, I've never checked - and I don't really want to check right
>now." I told her.  "What were you doing in the Pink Pussycat then?
>Didn't you know its an S&M club - discreeter than most, to be sure, but
>nonetheless - everybody knows that."  "I'm not every body - I'm totally
>fresh, remember?  I'm the ignorance of suburbia.  Why, does it matter?
>Does it mean you don't want to fuck me?" I demanded.  " Oh God no!  I
>can't believe this!  Naomi and I go to that club because there aren't
>many women who go for what we do, and most of those that do are into S&M
>as well.  We just had to learn the games.  And now look what happens, we
>get real good at it, even start to enjoy it, and we meet you! Straight
>as a die, and never been fucked by a woman, wanting us, wanting us to
>teach you.  Diana, you are going to enjoy this, you truly are!" Hilary
>blurted, giving the still buried dildo as little thrust, to emphasise
>her point.  It made me jerk and groan.
>
>Our strange exchange seemed to warm us all, the pretence dropped away,
>and we listened to our flesh instead of our brains.  Noami drew her hand
>with luxurious slowness, through the distended portal of Hilary's cunt.
>I saw with slight shock that it was still clenched in a tight fist.
>Hilary's yelp signalled the sudden tightness of the stretch.   I
>wondered how my cunt would look when Hilary did the same to me. Ia
>couple of minutes, I would find out.  I realised that my own hands were
>so much bigger than Noami's or Hilary's for that matter,  that I
>probably could take the fist as Hilary did.  The idea of it enterng me,
>that blunt hard mass, made my cunt clench sympathetically on the dildo,
>just as Hilary drew it out.
>
>I had had that thing up me for several minutes, and my sex was gaping
>beautifully.  Hilary swung round, between my thighs, and lapped at my
>clitoris feverishly.  I felt my desire building again, the lust
>sensations swirling in my loins, making me hungrier and hungrier for her
>hand.  "Please Hilary... I need it right now!" I gasped, lifting my
>pelvis in supplication.  At last I felt her fingertips between my labia.
>I let myself relax as the four fingers entered the well-reamed heat.  It
>was so delicious that it was somebody else, it made me writhe as she
>tucked in her thumb and started to twist.  "Yes... yes... I want you in
>me so badly!" I cried, and unable to stop myself, I grabbed her wrist,
>and pulled her hand.  I squealed as the width of it popped my vulva and
>then slid deep into my cunt, in one long, squelching movement   I
>contained a woman's hand, and it was wonderful.  Hilary's fingers played
>exquisitely in my womb.  "Gee, you are a big girl aren't you!" She
>exclaimed, finding more space than she expected.  I could only shudder
>and mew with rapture.  She was moving deeper, deeper than my own hand
>could manage, and it felt better and better.  "Look Naomi... look, her
>vulva is holding my forearm!" Said Hilary, as genuinely surprised as I
>was to hear her say it.  I raised myself, bending to look at my groin.
>I too was astonished to see that I had taken her well past the wrist.  I
>saw her draw her hand halfway out, and then plunge back in, feeling the
>hardness of her knuckles rippling the ridges and bumps inside myself.
>It was even wilder than doing it to myself.  It felt like coming home.
>
>"Let me have a go... I want to feel her too!" Pleaded Naomi, squatting
>down beside us.  Hilary gave me a few more churningly deep strokes, and
>gently withdrew her hand.  Noami's busy fingers were there instantly,
>sinking one after the other with practiced ease.  I wondered how often
>she had penetrated Hilary that way.  The thought of all that fisting
>made me even hornier, and I raised my pelvis to receive her hand as it
>was thrust into my hungry cunt.  Naomi's hand is smaller than Hilary's
>and it fucks back and forth quite easily in my well-reamed cunt.  I was
>obviously made for this, how could a cock compete?  Naomi pumps my cunt
>smoothly, getting faster, making me whine and squirm as she feels me up
>so deep inside.  She brings me to the brink, and then, as I cry out with
>dismay, hands me back to Hilary.  The extra width makes little
>difference now,  I'm hot, I'm loose, I'm taking the hand with ease and
>delight, I'm in rut, runnng with juice like never before.  My own forays
>into my body have been shorter, because I couldn't stop myself from
>coming.  Hilary is so expert, she knows how to prolong, how to enhance
>and intensify the pleasure of fisting.  After a couple of minutes, they
>swap again, and again.  At some point, they roll me over, and I'm on my
>knees getting it even deeper.  I feel fingers probing my asshole -  I
>arch with added pleasure, and gurgle my encouragement.  They have one
>last surprise for me.  I'm so far gone, so hot and loose, that when
>Hilarry curls her fingers into a fist inside me, I cry out "Yes! YES!
>FIST ME!!"  And then I discover that what I was feeling with a hand
>inside me was just a taster for the sensation of having a fist filling
>my cunt.  It moves more slowly, fills me more completely, and gives me
>an orgasm that I will never forget.  Naomi has three fingers in my ass
>as I start ot shake and wobble, the waves of bliss spreading like a red
>tide through me.  Three fingers in my ass, and a fist in my cunt.  I am
>a very happy Diana.  I weep as they let me calm down at last, after the
>spasms have clenched and gripped their darling fists and fingers
>bruisingly hard.
>
>
>Continued in Part 2
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