("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2008. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- On Display by Larissa (larissa.uk132@gmail.com) *** Two women put on an intimate fisting display at their local BDSM club. (FF, exh, fist, rom) *** I looked up, over Andrea's shoulder, to see a crowd of people in the shadows, watching us. I swallowed nervously, looked back to Andrea, standing between my spread legs for reassurance, and she smiled, a wonderful, loving smile that did much to settle my nerves. "Relax, baby," she crooned, as her lubed up fingers started to slide up and down my wet slit. I sighed, the itch inside me demanding to be soothed, rubbed, my hips lifting almost involuntarily towards her. My feet pushed down on the stirrups of the gynecological chair I was strapped into, the spotlight resting on us. My shaved pussy was on display for all to see, part of the deal I'd made with Andrea: to be fisted, publicly, at our next club outing to Rapture, and she'd move in with me. And since I loved Andrea, needed her in my life, there was only one thing for it. So here I was... preparing to be fisted in public for the first time ever. Oh, I'd been fisted before, many a time, but still... I was nervous. I whimpered, and Andrea smiled, cruelly, almost. A smile that said I was in for a tease, and I groaned inwardly, secretly loving it. There was silence in the room, except for the occasional crack of a single tail or whistleswipe of a cane from nearby. I had no idea how many were watching, except it seemed like everyone, including people I didn't know. The word had gone out: "Mercedes is going to be fisted!" And it seemed like everyone was excited about it. Including me? Yes, although I denied it to myself. I was wet from the sheer thought of what was to come, wet from being tied down, wet from having my legs tied open. Andrea spread my pussy lips open. I shivered as the cooler air in the club breezed over my now exposed clit, and the air grew heavy with the scent of arousal, of pussy. She flicked my clit, lightly, and I jumped, biting my lip, not quite managing to suppress a groan as a bolt of arousal shot through me. Andrea laughed. "I guess she's horny alright!" she called out to the silent watchers, and there was a low rumble of laughter, not loud, just loud enough to be heard by us. Keeping my lips spread with her other hand, her hand held vertically; she pointed her fingers towards my cunt, and started to push inside me. I shifted as she did, giving her better access, longing for her hand to be inside me, to be filled. There's a certain je ne se quois about being filled there, once experienced, you're constantly looking for it again. Andrea paused, the first inch or so of her fingers inside me, and wriggled her fingers. "You like, my horny lil slut?" I moaned, nodding, not able to take my eyes off my gorgeous lover. The fact that others were watching was becoming increasingly irrelevant: all there was in the world was my cunt and my lover, and that itch. That need. She grinned up at me, and blew a kiss to me, mouthing, "I love you." That was meant for me, and me alone. My heart sang, and I relaxed, trusting in her, letting go of my nervousness. She began to push once more, her lubed fingers sliding easily within me, feeling my pussy beginning to stretch a little from its normal state as all four fingers entered me. I held her gaze as she pushed in further, her eyes boring into mine. She twisted her hand a little, I gasped, my muscles clamping down on her momentarily, before she pushed inwards and upwards again. Her thumb tucked into her palm, I knew from prior experience that I was about to be stretched, a lot, and my head sank back, my eyes closing, breathing out as my pussy accepted the knuckles, the thumb pad, her fingers curling over themselves inside me to form the fist, until the entrance to my pussy closed over her wrist. She stopped, and whispered, "I'm in, lover." And I lifted my head to look at her, look between my legs, to see that most intimate of connections, and I nodded, unable to speak. I couldn't believe it. No matter how many times she fisted me, no matter how many times I saw it, both with myself, with her, with other women, I still could never believe it - that it was possible to get an entire hand within a woman's pussy. I slid my hand between my legs, needing to touch her wrist to make it real. Oh, but damn, it was real, alright. I squeezed my muscles around her, feeling the skin contract under my hand, and I couldn't resist but move up to my clit to rub that snug lil button, but Andrea batted my hand away. "Uh-huh, that's for me! Greedy thing!" she exclaimed, and there was another low rumble of laughter. I smiled, blew a kiss back to her, then lay back, closing my eyes, wanting to simply experience what was happening, without visual input, wanting just to feel. Andrea shifted, laying her spare hand on my tummy, just above the pelvic bone, then twisted the hand that was inside me. Her knuckles grazed over my g-spot, and I moaned, my arousal rapidly increasing. She pulled out a little, keeping her fist as a fist, and I stretched, the stretching linked to muscle, to blood, to my clit, to my body to... to... everything, and then her fist thumped back into me. She pulled out again, further this time, slowly increasing the distance each time, my pussy stretching with each pull, till she was punch fucking me, my head thrown back, enduring and riding each crest, getting higher and higher. Her other hand slid down a little to rub my clit, momentarily, then disappeared completely, the hand within me unfurling and sliding out a little, so her fingers were held straight, no longer a fist. This was new. I looked up at her, puzzled, and she whispered, "Trust me." I did, I really did. Her other hand, the fingers also held straight, slid inside me, so her hands met, like she was praying, and the fingers wrapped around each other. Her knuckles were outside me, and I gasped, intuiting her intention - to double fist me. I had never been double-fisted before, and wasn't even sure it was possible, but there was a determined look to Andrea's face, and I knew she was determined to get both her hands inside me. I lay back, trying to relax, and not strain against her. She began to push, my tissues resisting, stretching, slowly, achingly, almost agonisingly slowly. They gave way, little by little, her hands sinking into me, until finally.. finally, her hands were inside me. I couldn't believe it, I could not believe it, and she looked up at me with a little grin of triumph, of possession, as if to say, "You're mine now." And I was, I was, hers, soul, body, and all - with these hands, I thee wed, I was the ring over her hands. I felt my love for her soaring, expanding, enveloping her. She bent to lap at my clit with her tongue, her mouth on me, rasping her tongue over my clit, and I pulled her head into my body with my hands, my fingers curling in her hair, my pussy stretched beyond anything I had felt before, my clit thumping and pulsing harder and harder. And then... then... she bit me! I threw my head back and screamed, release coursing through my body, my cunt pulsating around her hands, wave after wave of orgasm shuddering through me. My hips lifted off the chair, pulling Andrea with me, my come drenching her face, her hands, her arms, and I thudded back onto the chair, panting, befuddled by the intensity of my orgasm, riding out the aftershocks of my wonderful, tremendous orgasm. Andrea lifted her head and smiled at me, intimately, and kissed the top of my slit. "I love you," she whispered. "I love you too," I managed to croakily whisper back, then felt her beginning to pull out of me. I pouted, knowing it needed to happen, but always hating this moment. I usually closed my eyes at this point, hating for her to see the sadness of my soul, how bereft I felt, but this time.. I needed for her to see it. To see how much I needed her, and she held my eyes, nodding, seeing my love for her, my need for her, the ache that was permanent in me now for her, the need for the intimacy. As her hands left me completely, she bent and kissed my aching, stretched pussy, then came around to hold me. "Thank you, my love, thank you." And we just snuggled, while the watchers drifted away. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 61