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 Hi all,

   I didn't Wright this.  Please post remaining parts ( I know of at least 1
more part. Had it. Lost it ) Thanx!

-NMI

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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 leaved 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 wan'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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