mikhailsmirnov

[quote name='okimiki' date='13 October 2010 - 05:25 PM' timestamp='1286976323' post='211466'] The good idea could be to continue vaginal/cervix insertion. Resulting in a complete ruin up of that delicate orifice. Cunt lips just hanging down 5 inches forever with plenty of folds and 7 inches wide open hole, lots of stretch marks on the skin around, even on the legs and belly. Swinger club hostess (from the first story with Mary) asked Mary to go for it, as she was so beautiful during multi-hand fisting. Mary should take a decision on her own, knowing that after that she never will be capable to give birth since it is not possible for her to keep baby inside her womb. All of it should happen after Mary continued visiting one extreme club. Where she was introduced to fucking doubled up leg (started with sitting on a knee), then learning to take huge specially created floor standing dildo, then even moving to fucking a bar stool in the swinging club which she first visited with her husband. The last action would be an advice from the club hostess to meet the most extreme pleasure by joining beast lovers – small and hidden team of a few beautiful wives and there husbands helping them. There Mary would try work horses, bulls, but stopping her choice on elephants. All the time cunt lips should be stretched more and more by helping to open the cunt entrance and after getting used to the big size of the objects fucked. Mary’s husband should discover Mary in that state after return from Europe, he was on a business trip for a six months. He is shocked but joins the last feast with the huge animals. Club hostess should participate all the time as a perverted person. She is in love with Mary. [/quote] Even better, Marry was having fun with the work horses and bulls for some time, swinging club hostes was enjoying the view, though Mary was unsatisfied with the sizes. Knee fucking, floor standing dildo and bar stool are bigger. This is when Mary’s husband comes into picture. He returns from Europe, he is in shock finding Mary in this state. Ruined for ever. Since he loves his wife he decides to help. He works in the zoo all his life and has friends in Africa. Therefore he arranges a move to Africa to fuck the trained Elephants there.

[quote name='duress' date='10 March 2010 - 11:41 PM' timestamp='1268250118' post='170039'] If anyone has a story idea they would like me to write, in the above vein, please let me know briefly, what your story line is. [/quote] The good idea could be to continue vaginal/cervix insertion. Resulting in a complete ruin up of that delicate orifice. Cunt lips just hanging down 5 inches forever with plenty of folds and 7 inches wide open hole, lots of stretch marks on the skin around, even on the legs and belly. Swinger club hostess (from the first story with Mary) asked Mary to go for it, as she was so beautiful during multi-hand fisting. Mary should take a decision on her own, knowing that after that she never will be capable to give birth since it is not possible for her to keep baby inside her womb. All of it should happen after Mary continued visiting one extreme club. Where she was introduced to fucking doubled up leg (started with sitting on a knee), then learning to take huge specially created floor standing dildo, then even moving to fucking a bar stool in the swinging club which she first visited with her husband. The last action would be an advice from the club hostess to meet the most extreme pleasure by joining beast lovers – small and hidden team of a few beautiful wives and there husbands helping them. There Mary would try work horses, bulls, but stopping her choice on elephants. All the time cunt lips should be stretched more and more by helping to open the cunt entrance and after getting used to the big size of the objects fucked. Mary’s husband should discover Mary in that state after return from Europe, he was on a business trip for a six months. He is shocked but joins the last feast with the huge animals. Club hostess should participate all the time as a perverted person. She is in love with Mary.

QUOTE(anllover @ Nov 4 2008, 05:05 PM) [snapback]115214[/snapback] okimiki, is it possible to post this part two to your first story please. Hi, sure body check it out I turned as three naked women entered the room who had been viewing the show unseen. Apparently it was their turn for some fun and I was to be their participant. If they had any doubts as to my willingness I quickly put them to rest. I was surrounded by the ladies and was immediately engulfed by breasts and bellies, arms and legs and all sorts of female apparatus. I was more than ready, well beyond the stage of foreplay, but my eager graspings were restrained and I was led out of the room to a large bathroom, almost a lockeroom. I was placed under a warm shower and soaped down. I couldn’t blame them as I had worked up quite a lather during Sara’s display. It was an incredibly sensuous feeling to have those soapy hands roaming my body and I just stood there luxuriating in the sensations. The feeling was kicked up a notch when I felt a smooth object inserted into my ass. There was no need to inquire as to the reason as almost immediately warm water started to flow into me. Faster than I would have thought possible I felt my abdomen swell with the influx of water. After I judged myself to be more than adequately cleaned out I was led back into the playroom. I laid down on a wide padded bench as two of the women knelt next to me and began to stroke me in a most sensuous fashion. Laying there relaxed, yet stimulated, letting the movements of their hands bring me once again to rigidity, their mouths joining their exploring fingers, stroking my cock, a ball, then the second, entering a mouth, my breathing coming quicker. Warm wet lips descended on my cock as I felt my head penetrating, the glans sliding over her tongue and entering the throat. My hips started a slow rhythmic rocking as I fucked into her mouth, her breathing loud as she drew breaths through her nose, bypassing her filled mouth. Erect nipples capping dangling breasts were drawn over my chest as one woman brought her lips to mine, insinuating her tongue into my mouth. I sucked it in deeper, feeling it swirl inside, exploring me. I pressed hard against her lips forcing her in as deeply as she could get. I reveled in the feeling as a cool ointment was spread across my anus, her fingers pausing, pressing lightly against my asshole. I tensed, my hips still, waiting. Was she? Was she going to go in? Oh God…she went in, three fingers sliding inside, tentatively then with a sudden plunge she buried them to the full depth. My anus tightened around her fingers, my balls drew up tighter, suddenly we were at a new, higher level. Her fingers wiggled and scissored inside me pressing against the walls of my rectum. I released my breath as she withdrew to caress the opening leading inside. Her fingers circled my ass, teasing, probing, letting the suspense build. The woman sucking on my cock swallowed as she ingested my pre-cum. I was waiting again, feeling the tension, hoping that was not all, that she would enter me again. Four fingers plunged in this time in one quick entrance, opening me wider and penetrating more deeply. Then quickly in and out, working her fingers and my ass, rapidly forcing me wider with each thrust. She pulled out and without pausing plunged her entire hand inside me. I lurched in response, tightening further, still not breathing, my stomach fluttering with excitement. She pumped into me repeatedly, my anus expanding momentarily as her knuckles passed through then tightening as her wrist entered me. One more withdrawal and she quickly curled her hand into a fist and shoved against me. This time she had to fight the resistance of my anal ring as I felt myself trying to spread to accept her. She pushed harder, straight in, not twisting, not working it, just a straight-ahead push that left me no room for escape. My anus was being pushed into me until finally I felt myself start to spread open, a slight yield to the inexorable pressure. My anal ring was riding up and over her fist, yielding and expanding as she entered me. I willed myself to relax, not sure if I would be able to take the bulk of her fist when my outer sphincter gave way and I swallowed it. Without pause she withdrew then plunged back in, over and over in short quick strokes. My anal opening was vibrating with her thrusting, my anal lips riding up and down over her fist. Then she stopped inside me, her fingers opening, probing for greater depth, searching for the second, deeper sphincter that would allow her to go deep. I became aware that there was no motion, no action around us as my eyes roamed across the audience witnessing my penetration. Momentarily I lost concentration, then as her fingers probed the end of my rectum I returned to focus on the thrill of her deep penetration. Her exploring fingers found the opening into my colon and began to worm their way deeper, spreading my flexture as her fingertips passed through. I could feel her penetrating more deeply as well as feeling her forearm beginning to enter well past the wrist. A bulge began to show on my abdomen on the left side, proof of the deepness of her invasion. The growing bulge vanished as she pulled back outside my colon only to ball her hand back into a fist and plunge deep again. As her fist bulled its way past the sphincter I moaned explosively through clenched teeth at the eroticism of a fist sliding deep inside me. She had worked her way inside far enough so her wrist was past that inner constriction, the bump of her fist pushing out my flesh some way past my navel. I was grunting in lust to such an extent that for a minute I was not conscious of additional fingers snaking their way through my anus. I caught my breath as I digested this new stimulation, my ass stretched around her forearm as the opening increased rapidly with the introduction of four more fingers. Involuntarily I began to pant, wanting to be spread more, beginning to understand Sara's ability to take more and respond to it. I don’t know what I was doing externally but internally my mind was expanding as fast as my anus. I lay there mentally digesting the fact that one hand and half a forearm was buried inside me and a second hand was creeping inside with the first. I knew my breathing was coming short and fast and that my toes were curling and I was tense with excitement but all I could really feel was the slow progression of a second hand and the spreading that was taking place. I didn’t even realize that it was a different woman that was inserting the second hand, all I knew was that I was being opened like never before. A longer whoosh of expelled air and a slight reduction in pressure as my anal ring encircled the wrist, briefly though as the second forearm started to enter me. My inner sphincter was now being assaulted and stretched, spreading around the entrance of another hand. OhhhhGgggooooddd it was passing through, two hands in my colon. My cock was attempting to respond, shaking in the hand of some woman, little spurts of pre-cum ejecting as knuckles or wrists buffeted my prostate forming pools of cum on my belly that rolled off my skin as the bulge of the hands lifted my abdomen up. My anus felt as if it were gaping open, visible to all that wanted to look up inside me. My knees were drawn up further exposing me to the gaze of others. I was pleased to see Sara sitting next to me, stroking me with her hand. One hand started to advance again, the taut skin of my belly separating into two distinct bulges, one moving higher then turning to the right as it sank deeper into my colon. My anal ring stretched to a greater width and I didn’t realize at first that an elbow was entering me. My anus yawned open, pausing as it reached around the elbow and forearm to finally gulp it in. My body was literally tingling with the eroticism of the penetrations and I was moaning continuously, gulping in air between moans. The women were alternating pushing into me so that it looked as if some giant inchworm was crawling inside me as their fists joined then separated. I couldn’t believe how open and exposed I felt, how erotic the sensations were, the disbelief that two people were deep inside me. Sara was now working my cock, licking and sucking it as she pumped it with her hand. The third hand that was pressed against my anal opening was her other hand. I knew I wouldn’t be able to take it, but liked the idea of it, particularly that it was Sara’s. When she was able to work a couple fingers inside, my guts seem to melt even further, churning with the unreal erotic charge. I began to hump against the arms already lodged inside me and against her advancing fingers. She lowered her mouth to inhale my cock as she slid her free hand over my abdomen to feel the two fists moving inside me. I was having difficulty in mentally accepting the amount buried inside me, one arm in past the elbow, another with the elbow just about to enter my rectum and now a third sliding in. I can’t describe how open I felt as I braced my feet against the pressure of the entry, my knees as widely spread as possible, my anus spread and open to view. It was so erotic to be this open. As tightly as I was packed I still felt loose, as if anything inside me could just fall out. I couldn’t imagine where my stomach and other organs had been shoved. Sara now had her flat hand inside and the other two women were shifting positions to be able to get in further. They pushed on, biceps stretching me out, a massive bulge appearing on the left edge of my torso like a buried comet with a trail comprised of a ridge formed by the two arms attached to the fist bulge. I was heaving my hips up and down, working to get them in deeper, not ready at this stage to accept any limits, only wanting more and more. I was to stretched to offer any resistance against their advances, to widely stretched to be able to clamp down with my anus. I was open……a pit to bury their arms in, open to any invasion they wanted to make, and I loved it. The continued stimulation of my prostate promoted a steady stream of pre-cum, which Sara sucked down as it was discharged. I mashed my crotch against her face, trying to bury my cock down her throat. The other women held still as Sara worked deeper into me, her hand sliding through my inner sphincter, scraping along their forearms, the unbelievable spreading as her elbow entered me, pressing against their biceps. I watched transfixed as I viewed the advance of her hand, waiting for the magic moment when her hand joined with theirs. My ass cheeks were flattened as they spread away from each other, my insides were quivering in lust, my legs were shaking from lust, I was no longer in control of myself, my body could only react to my excitement. I lay there shaking, mentally visualizing as well as feeling her arm reaching farther inside me. Then she reached the other two hands, three biceps gripped tightly by my anal ring and outer sphincter as the women joined hands into one great fist. A huge ridge ran up from my crotch, across my belly and started back down towards my crotch. My lust was so great that I kept hunching myself against the three arms, but not willfully. I was in too much of a sexual fog to do this consciously, it was just a physical reaction to the incredible stimulation. Three women with their arms buried almost to the shoulder were penetrating inside my body. They began to try and fuck me in unison but were to tightly wedged to make much movement. Mostly I slid back and forth on the bench. Gradually, as I loosened slightly, they were able to make longer thrusts. I laid there limply, letting the sensations of their thrusting arms carry me to greater heights of erotic lust. At times I felt as if I were only a gigantic hole designed to receive their thrusts, but I couldn’t deny the movement of my organs as they were jostled around by the fucking of their arms, or the lustful shaking of my limbs as they quivered in response to my excitement. Their strokes grew longer as my ass hole was first pulled out from my body then shoved back inside with their inward strokes. I knew I was moving to higher and higher erotic levels as they fucked me but it wasn’t until I noticed Sara’s lips moving against me, her face buried against my pubic hair as she sucked on my cock, that I was cumming directly into her mouth. The magnificent stimulation of my anus had focussed me solely on their thrusting, my orgasm had become an incidental reaction to that intense stimulation. I lay there as my body was buffeted by their long deep strokes, unwilling to react and thrust against them, content to be the opening that they were fucking. As their strokes lengthened to 18 inches my unresisting body began to be lifted off the bench only to be slammed back down on the in strokes. Sara was no longer able to suck me as they forced against me although I continued to spew streams of cum in response. Finally, after one massive thrust they jerked their arms from inside me and I collapsed back down on the bench, my anus gaping and open, my cock pumping cum, my body limp and yielding. One of the women buried her face against my anus as my stretched asshole covered her entire face. She then slid up and took me into her mouth, drinking down the final spurts of cum. The women then knelt alongside the bench resting their elbows against each others, their fingers intertwined and wrapping around to form one great exposed fist. I had not been able to fathom how Sara had taken so much earlier but now it was clear. It simply couldn’t be resisted. I staggered to my feet uncontrollably attracted to that huge mass of hands and arms, knowing I had to take it inside me. I centered my body over it and lowered myself down. I made contact with it and began to squirm atop it looking for the right angle of entrance. It felt like I was sitting on a barstool. I felt my anus begin to open, my anal ring spreading and stretching over it. In an agony of sexual drive I lowered myself further, continuing to spread, not believing how far I was stretched. I reached down to feel how much had penetrated and couldn’t believe that I still had a ways to go before my ass would envelop the massive fist and it would be inside me. Further I stretched, any pain sublimated by my arousal and need. I opened more, stretched a little more, then……OH MMMYYYY GGGOOODDDDDDD it was in and my anus closed around the relatively smaller thickness of their wrists. Now I could sink down faster. A slight pause and adjustment and they were inside my colon, my anus spreading open again as the three forearms entered me. I sunk down until my ass was resting on their biceps. I lifted off them, then back down again, fucking myself on this huge cock. Faster I went and this was the most erotic feeling of all. There was no way that I could orgasm and yet I felt the shivers leading to an explosion coursing through my body. As I forced myself faster and harder on the combined fists my cock began to shoot long thick streams of cum with each down stroke, my balls painfully contracting and shooting. Over and over I came, up and down relentlessly as a huge pool of cum formed on the bench to flow out and run on to the floor. I was beyond anything now, I could only compulsively force myself up and down, never wanting this unearthly stimulation to stop. I began to intensify the feelings even more by pulling all the way off and then slamming back down again. My asshole gaping open momentairily then mushrooming around their combined fist, engulfing it. Fucking myself with as long of strokes as possible. My ass opened repeatedly, compulsively spreading myself, reveling in the rough stretching every time I swallowed that knuckled fist. I was near hyperventilating in my excitement, emitting short explosive grunts as I fucked myself. My body was flying, my quaking legs barely able to support my weight, ready to give way as I jerked myself off their fists. Suddenly Sara took her other hand and wrapped it around the other three. As I forced myself down I couldn’t take. The looseness I had felt earlier, despite being filled, now gone. Realizing that no matter how much I wanted it that there were limits. Yet my anus expanded to new dimensions, stretching, stretching, as I bore down harder, unmindful of any consequences. My feet were coming off the floor, my entire weight supported on my reluctantly yielding ass. Mentally I was lost, I had to have this in me but I couldn’t accept that it was possible. Physically I was making infinitesimally small progress. Ever so slowly I spread, my entire being waiting, feeling myself open to an impossible width. My ass cheeks pushed widely apart, separating my body, my gaping anus yawning in desperation. Then I stopped, unable to stretch out any more. I bounced on their fists, rocking my ass against them, straining to open, but it was no use. I could not work my desperate anal ring over that bulk. The two women grabbed my arms and pulled down, trying to use their weight to spread me further. I felt a slight give, my sphincter stretching just a bit and somehow I began to open up again. In agony I opened further, my whole body seeming to expand as if some massive tree was being forced inside me. My pelvis was forced open stretching around them, yielding excrutiatingly to my desire. They hauled harder on my body, trying to will me open further as they pulled me against their fists. Sara was begging me to accept it, to force myself down onto her arms, opening as never done before. Then it was inside me. With a whoosh my body was full and I sunk down, my abdomen a huge pregnant bulge, my cock erupting with a long continuous stream, four hands buried inside me.

QUOTE(Ki9823 @ Mar 31 2008, 11:01 AM) [snapback]87303[/snapback] It's briefly mentioned in a story I just posted, they don't actually describe it though: http://www.rosebuttboard.com/index.php?showtopic=16060 Thank you dear, though it's not quite the "subject" I like it. The story is nice even that I read it some years ago. Keep going. Do you mind also to post smth on your own taste?

found this. But there is no video file in the RS folder, folder is empty. Can reup please? Or post again. [url=http://fapomatic.com/show.php?loc=0812&f=pregnant2bfist2bslutscmusolari.blogspot.jpg][img] It's the same girl Violett here is the cover [url=http://fapomatic.com/show.php?loc=0812&f=pregnant2bfist2bslutsamusolari.blogspot.jpg][img] [url=http://fapomatic.com/show.php?loc=0812&f=pregnant2bfist2bslutsbmusolari.blogspot.jpg][img]

Can someone post a story about a knee fucking, please? Or give a link? I'll give you a hint of what is meant. Read the following. --- You know how it is, you take your wife, girlfriend or whatever out for a nice relaxing evening and there's a bunch of screaming kids at the next table. In our case we were eating on the terrace outside and at the next table were half a dozen men having a good time. The problem was their good time bled over into our good time. Besides loud they kept staring at Sara and making rude comments. Now I can't blame them for staring for Sara is slim with full breasts, silky hair, style, and an aura that screams sex. Perhaps I mis-judged them for as we were about to leave one of them came over with a couple of drinks and apologies for their behaviour. We thanked them, had the drinks, and left. When we got to the parking lot I was feeling a little woozy. I didn't think I had that much to drink but thought that maybe Sara should drive. It was a very strange sensation, for when I turned to talk to Sara she wasn't next to me and I seemed to be moving in slow motion. I saw her behind me, surrounded by the men from the table next to us, and when I started over there I wasn't sure if I was moving. I could see and hear them, I just wasn't moving. I felt fine, in fact pretty good, but it was as if my legs were not listening to my brain, I just stood there looking at them feeling slightly puzzled perhaps, but that was about all. I watched as they escorted Sara to a van, then two of them came over to me and at their suggestion I willingly followed them and climbed into the vehicle with them. We were all talking comfortably, they seemed like good people, my body seemed to be working fine, but it seemed that I just wasn't completely sure it was me. It was almost as if I was viewing a movie, but that I could talk to the actors and walk into the scenes. After a drive of some duration we arrived at a nice looking home, strolled in and were led to a large recreation area, very pleasant, very friendly. We sat down and one of the men leaned forward and explained things to us. Apparently they were going to have a party with Sara and that I would watch and enjoy. This sounded fine with me and Sara seemed to like the idea. As I settled back into my chair slow seductive music with a strong back beat filled the room. Sara glided into the center of the room, swaying to the music. Now Sara is not a flashy dresser, she had on a simple light dress that reached to just below the knees, but it draped beautifully over her full breasts, clinging across her waist to drop over her hips. She does have a touch of the exhibitionist about her, is very enthusiastic about sex and is a bit of a size queen. As she undulated across the floor she was sex personified. She exuded a sheer raw sexuality that could be felt, that drew you to her to the exclusion of everything else. It was her and the music and a palpable lust that almost pressed you back in the chair. I was instantly aroused by her dance. The skirt of her dress flicked back and forth as her hips ground out the slow beat, the restricted sway of her breasts stretching out the fabric only to bob back into position with her next movement. Her hands carressed her body, sliding sensually up her sides, stroking over her chest to plunge down across her stomach, briefly molding her dress between her legs. Her head was thrown back, her mouth open as the music grabbed her, directing her movements, drawing her hands up to cup her heavy breasts, lifting them, offering them to her audience. She was lost in the music, enjoying her own performance as she drew up the hem of the dress, exposing her legs briefly then releasing her skirt to float back down. Her hands were drawn more frequently to between her legs, pausing there now to give a slight caress before lifting her dress or returning to the stroking of her breasts. The front of her dress was wrinkled and damp where she had pressed it into her crotch. Noting how aroused she was only spurred me on. Mentally I was ready to rip off my clothes and fuck her, but physically I could do nothing, my body refusing to obey its commands. My arousal continued to grow as once again she lifted her dress, this time lifting it higher until her pubic mound was exposed, holding it bunched around her waist, letting us drink in the view of her damp panties. Her hips rolled with the music, thrusting out with the beat, we could see that the material of her brief panties had split the lips of her pussy and they were protruding from either side of the buried fabric. She twirled, exposing her ass to our panting gaze, bending at the waist to give a brief glimpse of her panties buried in her ass cleft. My body was responding involuntairily, I was growing harder, but I had no control over my actions. Sara lifted the dress over her head and tossed it aside, still rocking her hips but now thrusting her ass at us, bending deeply, her hair spilling over her head, glancing at us between her spread legs. Her dance was of pure sex and sensuality. It was an all encompassing atmosphere of lust that wrapped us in desire and want. She seemed to control us with her movements as we followed each motion with hungry eyes, begging her to allow us to take her. She spun around as the tempo of the music increased, letting us see her bra encased breasts, the mounds of her full bosom bouncing inside their cups, threatening to spill out. Grasping her panties above each hip she slowly pulled up on the sides, grinding her hips as she pulled the fabric tighter into her vulva, exposing more of her pussy. Her body moving faster in its fluid motions as the beat speeded up, stretching her panties to the breaking point as she worked them hard against her vagina, her breasts jumping inside their restriction, her nipples making brief appearances as her boobs shook. My focus was broken when I noticed movement among the other men. Shirts were being unbuttoned, pants unzipped as the other men began to undress. I was puzzled why I couldn't join them, but not really concerned, it was just not something that I was allowed to control. Sara was cupping her breasts through her bra, the tops of her dark auroles exposed, the nipples peeking out as she again offered them to the watching men. Her dance had lost some of its abandon as she was now aware of the men as they undressed. Her focus was more direct, she was dancing for them, no longer dancing to express the lust she alone was feeling inside herself. I realized with a start that she, unlike me, had control over her actions, that she was doing this not because she had no choice, but because she wanted to. Apparently whatever drug had been placed in our drinks, I had received a much stronger dosage. As the men finished undressing, remaining standing after sliding off their clothes, she removed her bra, letting it drop away as her hands covered her heavy hanging breasts, the erect nipples peeping between her fingers. She would mash her breasts into her chest, then lifting and holding them out, releasing them to sway under their own weight. She began to dance closer to the men, her eyes lighting on each one as she took inventory of the gifts she was about to receive. Most of the men were of average build, hung between six to seven inches. Two however were extraordinary. One guy, with jet black hair, had an incredible cock. It was bobbing heavily, struggling to grow erect against its thick weight, arcing out from his abdomen about 14 inches, lowering to nearly touch his knee, then its two and a half inch width slowly rising as he moved. It was a parody of a normal cock, thick veins extending down its length, visibly pumping blood to the great head, throbbing with energy, a bull of a cock that was going to penetrate where ever it wanted. The other cock was even more unusual, hanging straight down, well past the knees, it had a smallish head, not much larger than an ordinary cock, but growing wider as it rose until it became a huge trunk four inches across. The weight was such that the skin on either side of his cock stretched as it pulled his flesh down. I watched transfixed as it continued to fill with blood, stuggling against gravity and his seemingly puny body as it inched its way up from the vertical, moving in small incremental twitchs as his heart pumped blood. It slowly filled, becoming more erect. Sara was totally absorbed by these two monsters. Unconsciously she slid her panties off, unaware of her hand stroking herself between her legs as her eyes darted back and forth between the two, her face indicating her disbelief. She continued to move with the music without realizing it, her previously graceful and sensual movements now a more awkward, jerking shuffle as she stroked herself, drawn inexorably towards these men who were going to violate her. I was frightened of anybodys ability to take either of these two monsters, but Sara's face, body, movements, only reflected her lust, her desire to feel these great tools inside her. The other men had gathered around her, fondling her, running their hands over her body, fingers penetrating her. One man bent her over as she stood in front of the two giants, she reached out and grasped one in each hand, her fingers not even close to encircling them. The man behind her, pushing her over, slid his cock into her dripping pussy, she didn't even notice. She brought both of these cocks to her face, rubbing herself against them, mashing them into her face, rubbing herself back and forth against them, burying herself between them. Her face was being jerked and scraped against the two dicks as the man behind her pumped into her cunt. Another man lay down between her legs as the guy entering her from the rear withdrew, his cock shiny and dripping with her juices. She was pressed to her knees, straddling the man stretched out, lowering herself onto his stiff cock, the one that had been fucking her dropping to his knees behind her, entering her anus. She still seemed to be unaware that she was now being fucked in both holes, she could only bury her face in the great dicks she couldn't release, rubbing herself uncontrollably against them. She would try and take one in her mouth occasionally but they were to wide to fit inside. The best she could do was to flick her tongue against the heads. The two men fucking her came without her realizing it, their cum dripping from her after they withdrew, drops of thick white cum mixing with her thinner juices. They were replaced by the other two men taking up the same positions. The two that had just cum stood next to her and forced her face away from the two giant cocks, cleaning themselves inside her mouth. As she cleaned them she held tight to her two treasures, hugging them and massaging her boobs with them. Sucking voraciously on the two spent cocks, she made soft mewing sounds as her arousal spiraled upwards. Clearly she viewed the four average cocks as mere play things, something to be tolerated until the real thing was ready. I watched as she was bucked by the two driving cocks in her, oblivious to their penetrations, centered once again on the two monsters that were her existence. She had dismissed the two she had been cleaning as a pair of trifles only to be tolerated as she drew the other two close to her. One was draped over shoulder as she held the other in both hands rubbing it over her face, tongueing it and trying to mouth it until her saliva was dripping off the head. She was barely able to wait now, her need more insistent wanting to feel one of the giant cocks penetrating inside, nosing her insides apart as it split her. She was returning the thrusting of the two cocks in her, anxious to get them off, to be rid of them so she could start to feed her craving for being massively penetrated. She urged the two men on until they spent in her. She jerked herself off them, trying to push their wet bodies away so she could have her way. The two remaining men picked her up and laid her down on a narrow padded bench, my eyes swiveling to watch her. Her wide spread legs were facing me, her dripping pussy winking at me. I was enthralled by this scene, to see this person I regarded as my woman being taken by others, my only concern was my inability to participate. Sara was begging greedily to be fucked. She reached out and grabbed the 14 inch cock, thicker now that it was fully erect, unbelievably jutting almost straight out from his crotch. She pulled him over as he straddled the bench, guiding him to her wet vagina. It was an highly erotic site, yet strange also, I knew this cock was there, I could see it, but it was so enormous, so other wordly that it was difficult to accept. Its massive head covered virtually her entire pussy, even her previously splayed lips were hidden. It was wierd to see how far he stood above the bench, yet his cock easily spanned the distance down to her pussy. I could see her fingers grabbing at the cock, the fingernails rimmed in white by the intensity of her grip so frantic was she in getting it inside herself. Sara was goading him on through clenched teeth, wanting him to fuck her, to force himself inside. He succumbed to her demands pushing himself forward and down. Incredibly I could see even this thick of a cock bending slightly at the resistance of her vagina. She tried moving it around her opening, searching for the right angle, growling at him to push it in. Suddenly she stopped and I could see that she began to spread open before him. He hadn't actually started to penetrate her, he was just pushing her slick outer lips inside her, but it was some sort of progress. He kept pushing against her as she held her breath.............her pussy lips popped out around the head that bulldozed into her.............parting her..........forcing its way in. We all froze watching its progress, the only motion that of the black haired man as he pressed on. The head was in. I could see her lips stretched around it, gripping it tightly, whitened in tension, to tight to let her juice or the sperm of the others out. Sara was the first to regain her breath, the rest of us just watching. She began to moan, building in volume and frequency until her sounds were more a continuous grunt. When her orgasm hit she was scrabbling at her breasts, pulling on her nipples, stretching them in her lust, her legs jerking in response to her contractions, moaning in release. You could almost feel her cunt fluttering, but anything visual was hidden by the continued inward thrust of that enormous cock. She probably had at least half of the cock in her and my view was blocked at this point but I could see the movement of the guy as he slowly pressed on. He just ignored Sara orgasm and she was unable to relax after it subsided, consumed by his advance, opened wider than she had ever been. Her legs were making kicking, reaching out motions as she humped against him, trying to work him in deeper. She was taking a cunt splitting cock and she wanted more, unable to get it in fast enough. He was now two thirds of the way in and began to pump it in and out instead of just pushing it in. Sara was humping faster now, breathing hard, then stopping, frozen, only to begin again. I could see the side of her face, twisted in lust, shocked at the depths he was reaching, at the width of his cock, grimacing as he battered her inside, but above all, excitement was written across her face. I can't tell you where the cock was going, I couldn't ask her, all I know was that he was buried all the way inside her. Her pussy was loosening a little, now making sounds as he plunged in and out, allowing little spurts of her juice to come out. He was taking long hard strokes, crashing against her clit every time he bottomed out. She was building towards another orgasm, trying to sit up and forward, desperately trying to see what she could feel. Trying to believe that she was accomodating that cock. Her hands were trying to grab his hips and pull him deeper and harder, screaming at him over and over to fuck her harder........... to FUCK ME........FUCK ME........she came again, rocking and shaking, his fucking frantic now as he plowed through her orgasm, uncaring about her, only wanting to get off himself. He came with a roar, his ass cheeks flexing time and again, pumping his huge load deeply inside her, grunting with each shot. As he finished he jerked his three inch thick cock out of her. Momentairily her pussy gaped open the width of his cock, then opened and closed with each pulse of her still spasming cunt, ejecting a river of their mixed spendings. The man with the other huge cock leapt to take his place. He had been running his hands up and down its length bringing it to full erection. It was massively hard, nearly two feet long, but even with a diameter of over four inches at the base it was not stout enough to stay upright by itself. It sprouted out from his belly almost horizontally to then begin a long downward arc until the head was pointing down nearly vertically. Sara grabbed it as he stepped over her. You could truly see the size as she held the base, the head extending to her shoulder. It appeared that he was getting into the same position as the previous guy but instead two men picked her up off the bench and he laid down. For a moment his cock flopped free before he scooped it up, it almost reached over his thigh to touch the floor. Then he held it vertical while the others suspended her over the head. It was an awesome sight to see her legs dangling, her ankles alongside his body, the head of his cock just entering her vagina. She was facing me, held by her upper arms, her head bowed trying to see his cock. They lowered her down as she easily gobbled up the first ten inches or so, approaching the thickness and depth of the other cock. Her legs started to twitch, her head jerking up as the penetration became serious, her feet still not touching the floor. There was little she could do as her descent continued. She was gasping, the discomfort evident in her face as a foot of cock was inside, the head pressing against her cervix. I could tell his cock was bowing out by the bulge in her belly shifting as it moved inside her, bending, unable to pass into her uterus. Another inch in, strain on her face, her stomach pushed out when her cervix yielded to the pressure. Sara gasped more loudly, then slid into a long moan as his cock rushed up deep inside her. Her toes were finally able to touch the floor, then she was able to sink her feet down, planted firmly, all but six inches inside her. They released her as she took her weight, watching to see what she would do. She did not disappoint them, or me, or herself. Groaning, her face a mask of lust and effort, she tentatively sank down further, just a little, a small experiment, testing her reactions. She then lifted up, then back down, faster, advancing just slightly each time she went down. Her arms went out for balance, her legs shaky. She tried to lean forward to brace herself against his lower legs, but she was filled to deeply. I watched her breasts swinging forward and back with her movements, the concentration on her face, straightening up, realizing that she would have to support herself on her wobbly legs. Taking a deep breath, resolving to get the remaining inches of that huge cock inside her, she braced herself, ready to start back down. It wasn't just the depth that was the problem, she was being stretched further than she had previously. I couldn't see everything but I could see her pussy stretched open to an unbelievable extent, her outer lips mashed tightly against her thighs, her clit hard, shining, reflecting her lust. Her legs visibly trembling with the strain, her entire body shaking with excitement, she gathered herself for the final push when her legs gave out. Her body dropped heavily on top of him as her eyes popped open in shock, her breath forced out of her. She tried to raise up but one of the men held her down, keeping two feet of cock buried deep inside, her pussy stretched around four and a half inches of thick cock, 14 inches in circumference. I visually tried to imagine how big around that was and couldn't, I could only imagine how difficult it was for her to take it. Just the thought of two feet of cock inside of her was amazing, almost as amazing as the look of wanton lust on her face as she squirmed to adjust to the fullness inside. She began to rock her hips in an attempt to grind her clit against his leg, but couldn't move that far. Lifting herself against the man holding her she was able to start sliding up and down, fucking herself on his cock, moaning, her hands braced against her thighs, her boobs flying. The man had his hands around her waist, helping her to bounce up and down, his hard short breaths beginning to drown out Sara's moans. Some of the men grabbed her when her orgasm hit, preventing her from collapsing. I swear I could see her stomach expanding from the volume of sperm pumped inside her. There was no mistaking though the clasping of her pussy as it spasmed around the base of his cock. They began to haul her off him before she had finished cumming, his cocksliding out of her in a long continuous motion that seemed to go on forever. The load inside her was flowing out even before the last six inches of cock dropped out. I was only able to get a quick glimpse of her gaping cunt before she was pulled aside, the man rolled off the bench and the big black haired man with the 14 inch cock laid down. His dick was hard, the purple head full of blood, waiting to victimize her again. Without giving her time to recover she was set down on his cock, easily taking it. He reached up to pull her down to him, his tongue searching for her mouth, forcing it inside. I seemed to sense that I was beginning to have some control of my body, I wasn't sure yet, just a distant feeling. I concentrated on trying to move, and after a few minutes realized that I was gaining some control. The drug was wearing off, I was able to struggle to my feet. Noone paid any attention to me as I took a few faltering steps, all attention focused on Sara and the fucking she was about to receive. Sara was rolling her hips on the stomach of the man she was impaled on, getting all of his cock in her, rubbing her clit against the base of his cock. She had been in throes of an orgasm a moment before and already she was trying for another one. The man with the two foot cock approached her from behind, his dick seemingly unaffected by his recent cum, still a monstrous red pole arcing out from his body, anchored between his legs by that huge girth, tapering to an almost normal sized head. He held his cock in both hands, advancing towards her as if he were holding a battering ram prior to smashing in a locked door. Juices still draining out of Sara, flowing between the legs of the man she was riding, dripping onto the floor as it flowed out over the bench. I had moved up to watch the two of them fuck when her head snapped up in shock as the second massive cock was forced into her stretched pussy. She paused there, stunned for a brief moment, her mind trying to understand what her body was experiencing. Then her sexual craving took over. She uttered a low moan before collapsing on to the man below her, rubbing her tits into his chest, squirming against him, trying for all the sensual feelings she could accept. I could see the movements of the man straddling the bench as he tried to work deeper into her. The effort he was making plainly evident by the strain on his features. He was advancing into her, but not without seriously pushing against her stretched pussy. I tottered back to watch, the control of my movements growing rapidly. I was amazed to see that he was a good eight inches inside her, her vagina had to be stretched out close to six inches, yet she was rocking back and forth, fucking herself on those two massive cocks, her movements growing more violent as she rammed them into her cunt. The guy on top was now just putting pressure on her, letting her movements stroke his cock as he fed it into her. I watched in disbelief as he advanced into her, bending his knees, sinking closer to her as his penetration continued. I couldn't see Sara's face to read her expression but judging from her moaning and breathing she was incredibly turned on. She had over two feet of cock in her, the man on top had to be entering her womb by now and her movements were growing more frantic. I could hear her grunt between her moans, reacting every time she rammed herself down. He was now buried inside her to all but the last six inches. Sara was now pumping harder than ever. She was supporting herself on her outstretched arms, her boobs flapping, her head bent back exposing her stretched neck, one of the other watchers feeding his cock to her, her mouth buried in his pubic hair. He was fucking her mouth in sync with her rocking on the two cocks inside her. I now had full control, feeling no after effects of what ever had paralyzed me, and stripped my clothes off, finally able to stroke my own cock. The cock in Sara's mouth began to spurt and as he came he pulled out of her, spraying her face. She lowered her head and began to force herself even harder on the two cocks. Her pussy stretched obscenely, wrapped tightly around them, her anus pushed up close to her back, her body desperately trying to accommodate the two gigantic cocks. The second cock was buried as deeply as it could go and the men were holding on as she rode them violently, her breath coming quicker, in short sharp gasps as she neared another orgasm. I reached under to massage her belly, feeling the fullness in her, the two cocks apparent to my touch through her flesh as they slid back and forth under my hand. Her head was pulled back by her hair as another cock was thrust into her mouth, the cum on her face smeared across her features as the man mouth fucking her pressed her head against him. She was once again racked by an orgasm as the three cocks pummeled her. Her body was being tossed in all directions as they fucked, ignoring her convulsions, uncaring that she was riding the crest of an orgasm, unmindful that she could barely breathe around the cock in her throat. I could feel the waves of ecstasy rolling across her stomach, traveling down the huge cocks buried in her as she came. She continued to throw herself down even as she came, lost in her frenzy. All she knew was to try and open herself more, to have her body stretched beyond human possibilities, to feel her guts churning, her organs battered internally by the invading cocks. The man in her mouth came, shooting down her throat, denying her the taste of his spendings. The cocks inside her shot almost simultaneously, filling her with vast quantities, her belly expanding under my hand with the volume of cum. I could no longer feel the huge bulge created by the massive intrusions as more and more cum was pumped into her belly. Where once her stomach had been above the man under her as she supported herself with her arms, it now pressed hard against him as she swelled. Her muscles were slack, weakened from her own massive orgasms, she draped over the man under her, tossed around as they shook through their releases. As she bounced around I could see her swollen belly squeezed out the sides when she would slam down. The man on top withdrew, his cock making that long journey from inside her, his great cock flagging this time, reflecting the efforts of his second rapid orgasm as it hung straight down, flopping between his legs, extending well below his knees. Sara was pulled off the other man, two men lifting her up until she was held spread eagled, her back parallel to the floor. I could see up inside her vagina, a gaping hole with a torrent of sperm pouring out of her. As the flow began to subside the opening into her womb was exposed, stretched open, a trickle of cum emptying out of her uterus, flowing through her vagina and out the massive hole. It was like looking into a river carved cave, complete with its own small waterfall where the cum passed through her cervix to drop down into her vagina. Xx dangled from their arms, limp, exhausted, her pussy deformed from the seven plus inch oval hole made by the two cocks, her cunt muscles too stretched and tired to close. I wanted to stick my head up her, to drink in her flowing juices. Her vaginal walls pulsed with the remainder of her orgasm, glistening, red from the heat burning inside. It was a different entity, apart from her, an organ that seemed to exist for itself, a gaping hole that needed constant filling. One of the men had laid on the bench, one leg draped over the side, the other upright, his heel tight against his butt. He motioned for the two men holding Sara to set her on his knee. They turned her upright letting her legs dangle and carried her into position, setting her on the upturned knee. She needed to be supported, unable to react, unaware of what was being done to her. As she was set on the knee her vaginal lips spread around it, her dangling legs forced apart by the mans leg. As her weight was taken on to the knee, the two men gripped her just tight enough to keep her from toppling over. My eyes saw, but did not believe, as she started to slide down over the mans knee, his thigh and shin beginning to enter her. Her pussy opening, blossoming into life with this new treat, welcoming the challenge. Her legs, limp and hanging, were being spread wide, as was her pussy. Seeing her legs forced farther apart gave greater evidence to the extend she was being stretched. He had penetrated her probably three inches when her descent slowed, then stopped. Her eyes opened, she became aware of her surroundings, her body reacted to the intrusion, she began to moan. It took me a minute to realize that she was saying ......nnnnooooooo...... in long drawn out breaths. Apparently she had enough, but the men working her over had not. Taking a tighter hold on her they began to work her up and down, incrementally gaining a little penetration each time they dropped her back down. Her pussy lips, rolling in and out as they stretched over his leg, were tight as steel bands. I would have thought she had been stretched enough before to take even this, but when I rapped my hands around my own doubled up leg, my fingers not coming close to meeting, I realized how awesome this was. Surely she couldn't take anymore. Over and over they jacked her, four inches deep...........approaching five inches.........now over five inches.........her vaginal ring stretching, her pussy lips spreading, stretching, her cunt splayed over his knee, engulfing his legs. Her moans of protest were now moans of encouragement, deep seated utterances from the pit of her soul, proof of the depths of her lust. She had to burst open, nobody could take this, but instead her vagina kept spreading. Over six inches inside her, now seven inches, now eight inches and on she sank. Was this accepting something 12 inches wide? Was she taking a huge dildo made of a human leg over a yard in circumference? I was watching it but my mind couldn't accept it. A slightly louder grunt from her when he held his rigid cock against his thigh and her dimensionless pussy aborbed that. It was not a big cock, but surely any additional width had to have an effect. Her clit was about to be dragged inside her pussy, her anus was being sucked in, her cunt a huge vacuum. This unreal scene took on one more staggering dimension when I watched her asshole disappear inside of her. It just sort of rolled under itself as more of her body was dragged in. His knee visible in the bulge that crept up her abdominal walls, distorting her body even further. As her clit was sucked inside her, now scraping against his leg, she exploded in orgasm, her head back, her cheeks hollowed as she sucked in air then expelled it, lost in her erotic bliss. Her juice was pouring from her cunt through any escape path, lubricating her descent, flooding across the bench to puddle across the floor. The spasming pussy, the alternately contracting and relaxing vaginal muscles, aided her acceptance of his leg, her rate of descent increased. She continued to slide down while she climaxed. She was firmly impaled on his leg, long ago any support from the men was unneeded and her body swayed slightly in a circle as she slid down. We watched her, unbelieving, as she continued down, her breathing coming in shallow gulps, her lungs compressed by the mass inside her. She could not stop climaxing, the stimulation too intense, the waves of ecstasy visible even in her limp thighs as her flesh rolled with the erotic surges passing through her body. She had been penetrated a foot deep and even her continuous orgasm didn't ease her descent now, not enough to make up for the increasing width she was taking. Her progress slowed, but not stopped. We were all masturbating as we watched, occasionally shooting our loads onto her, never ceasing our pumping. She was approaching bottom, only a few more inches to go. The distance between the top of her cunt and the bottom was well over a foot. She should have been ripped in half. I was unsure if she was conscious at this point, but it didn't matter to her body, her orgasm unceasing, must have gone on for twenty minutes. I saw her eyes flicker open briefly and I gazed at her soul, the meaning of her life clearly visible. She was conscious, conscious of her incredible feat, conscious that this was what her life was about. Her life was the opening of her vagina until all things filled her, stretched her open. Until she sucked in her surrounding environment. Her ass cheeks were literally smaller now as her they were being drawn inside, her once thick bush was now a small fringe of pubic hair peeping ouside of her vagina, most of her bush was now part of her cunt. Finally the remnants of her buttocks came to rest on his hip, she was done, having taken as much as she could, a great portion of her body sucked inside herself, leaving a vast open hole crammed with human flesh. She sat there, her arms wrapped around herself, embracing the doubled up leg inside her body, finished, motionless except for the waves of her orgasm washing over her. Then her legs stirred, stiffened, as she tried to lift herself up. Long soulful groans, deep visceral moans emanating, she rose, higher, then faster. Her ass cheeks coming back into view, her anus unrolling back outside, her pubic hair reappearing, a foot of his leg exposed. Then she dropped back down. Back up again, faster this time, then down. She was fucking herself on his leg. It wasn't possible, but she was doing it. Her insatiable cravings driving her on. I couldn't remember when she wasn't in orgasm, what did she want? What was driving her on? She wanted more. The expressions on her face alternated between ecstasy and anguish, reflecting her struggle between accepting the stretching she was undergoing and satisfying her lust. It was awesome, watching the parts of her body sucked inside her on the downstroke, unfolding from within her on the upstrokes. Over and over she fucked herself. She was right, there was more. I can't say she exploded in orgasm as she had never stopped cumming, but she certainly advanced to a higher level. I found out later for myself what she experienced, but at this time I couldn't comprehend it. I just know that she went somewhere I had never experienced. She seemed to grow larger, the energy created by her new climax could be felt, it seemed as if cum would burst from her entire body. She had stopped her fucking motions, frozen in position, rooted by the leg inside her ........... and just climaxed ............ endlessly. We watched her, stroking our cocks, covering her with thicker layers of our sperm while her body experienced the uninterrupted succession of orgasms. I think most of the men came on her an additional two or three times as she hung there anchored on his leg, absorbing her energy, just staring at her, unable to accept it. Part 2 I stood there absolutely stupefied, as we all did. I should have been drained, physically and mentally, from what had just happened but in fact I don’t think I had ever been more excited. Sara was lying there, covered in cum, a serene expression on her face. I just stared at her, still gently stroking my rigid cock, thinking it is my turn now, or rather it had better be because I am going to explode without further release. I couldn’t get the image of Sara sliding down that guys leg, they way she was stretched and opened up, the way she awoke to new sexual heights until complete penetration was the only thing that could satisfy her. I don’t know how she was able to accommodate so much but I will never forget the sight of her riding herself up and down on his leg, how her body seemed to be drawn inside herself, the way her legs shook with her excitement and effort, the way her arms wrapped around her stomach encompassing the great bulge of her stretched abdomen and the clearly exalted expression on her face. I would have been concerned for her well being but the obvious expression of satisfaction on her face was proof of her contentment. Remark! - We stop here....there is a continiation how the man was fucked, but it's an other topic. ----- The second story I found: Andy drove on across the expanse of cornfields his only marker or reference point was the miles of tarmac and more often dust tracks ahead of him. It was hot and humid and he wished to hell his company had shelled out for air conditioning in this crappy car. His smart ass sales manager had suggested that if he hit his sales target he might be offered a better motor. Andy hated his job, travelling all around the mid western states selling farm equipment to the most remote places on earth. Sometimes he drove up to a farm and it could be the first signs of life for miles. He had to cross these vast areas to get to the farms themselves. Often farmers were quite appreciative of a visit and the chance to talk to someone in their industry. It was not unusual to be offered bed and breakfast at these more remote locations. Andy hoped this would be the case this time, since he would have to sleep over in his car otherwise, as there was no way he could get back to his hotel tonight. This journey was tiresome and he was not in a happy frame of mind, 46 years old and by-passed for promotion he was marking time going nowhere with his boring life his marriage was of convenience his wife used to his many trips away through the years had found other interests and sex was non existent. As he drove along these deserted roads he would often jack- off fantasying about his pet fetishes, big tits, the bigger the better, nothing was to gross for Andy, same with pussy the bigger the better though he preferred his women slim and stacked. rather than all over big. As younger man he had often dreamed about meeting one of those sex starved farmers wife's his bullshitting work mates had told tales of, but he hardly believed them since his own experience had been nil. Farmer Haggers's farm had not been visited by anyone from Andy's company, so it would be a new venture. In the distance he could just make out the shape of the Hagger's farm buildings immersed in a sea of corn, sun reflecting off the roof. Argh, he thought some civilization at last, he drove on eventually through the ranch style gates and up to the front of the farm. Mr. Hagger and his wife came out to meet him "Hi Andy pleased to meet you, haven't seen anyone for weeks. This is my wife Hilda," He continued "and call me Bob. Hilda and I live alone here, so its real good to see someone. I hope you will stay the night, have a few beers and a good old chat." "Sure" said Andy, thankful he would not have to sleep in his car. Bob was in his fifties but Hilda was much younger early forties possibly late thirties quite attractive and as far as he could tell had quite a good body, least ways her blouse stood out well from her chest which she seemed to be pointing at Andy. He dismissed that thought as down to his over active imagination. "Hilda show Andy his room and I'll finish up out here its almost time for dinner".said Bob. "Follow me Andy" said Hilda walking off inside the house, upstairs they went Andy followed her, getting a grandstand view of her sleek well muscled calves as she climbed those steps, nice arse swinging from side to side, then once on the landing Hilda explained where the bathroom and the shower was, "I'll leave you now, dinner will be at around 8 pm feel free to wander round the house and farm, bye for now" With that she left Andy in the bedroom, he decided a wash and change was in order. They seem like a nice couple he thought and this room looks comfortable enough. Andy cleaned up, got his paperwork sorted and at 7.55 went downstairs to join Hilda and Bob. When he saw Hilda, Andy was dumbstruck, she was well dressed up very low cut summer dress and cut well above the knees revealing those very shapely legs again and that chest, braless and tits literally hanging low inside her confining dress. Keeping my eyes off those tits is going to be difficult all evening, U'mm this seems like a seduction thing, Andy was quick about things like that despite a distinct lack of past opportunity. "Arh Ha!, Andy, caught you looking at Hilda's titties, HaHa!! don't mind me, she loves to show her tits off. We are quite broad minded here, later on if you ask her she might scoop them out of her dress for your pleasure." Andy was taken a back by Bob's outspoken remarks regarding his wife's enormous tits however she was in no way embarrassed, so fine he thought "Ok Bob I'll look forward to seeing Hilda's titties after dinner when we have discussed business and the reasons for my visit." " Yes, Yes!! of course Andy, you must forgive us we like a little fun as we are quite isolated out here as you can imagine. Lets sit down." Hilda sat next to Andy and as he peered over her shoulder he could see done her cleavage which seemed as long as some of the roads he had been driving that day. Hilda engaged Andy in small talk about the hot weather and where was he off to next etc. Andy started to perspire when Hilda began scratching the end of one of her tits, very soon a huge nipple stuck out in a pronounced way through the thin material of her summer dress. After what was an enjoyable meal Hilda started to clear up ready for some coffees as Bob and Andy did a deal for some pumping gear and general farm equipment. That done Hilda returned to the room and sat down again next to Andy who was feeling highly stimulated and had had some trouble concentrating on the previous business. Still that was all done now and Andy was interested to see whether the suggestion that Hilda would get her massive breasts out for him would amount to anything. "Can't keep your eyes off em can you Andy eh!, you a tit man then." "Yes I am replied Andy, forthrightly. "Good !! you hear that Hilda." Hilda smiled then winked at Andy saying. "I'm glad you like big tits Andy I like men who know what they like." Her tongue ran around her lips which were moist just like the tip of Andy's dick. "I'll tell you Andy, I bet you have never seen a bigger pair of tits than Hilda's ever, real ones I mean." Andy looked at Hilda who thrust her chest out as if to demonstrate the truth of Bob's boast. "No I don't think I have" replied Andy who was turned on something bad, she looked so sluttish. "Go on Andy reach down her dress and scoop one out check it over rub one of her nipples, I won't mind and Hilda won't either." Andy needed no second invitation, reaching over he slid his hand along then down the smooth length of her cleavage as the flesh got softer and warmer he seemed to sense his hand would go on for ever. Hilda remained motionless. On reaching the wonderful rounded bottom of a great tit, he cupped his hand underneath and with the other hand held open the top of her dress then he scooped the tit right out , amazed at the incredible weight. He looked at the aureole all pink and prickly capped by a stubby nipple which he rubbed between his thumb and forefinger as Hilda closed her eyes muttering "OH that’s nice!! Andy." Andy was beside himself with lust and decided to bring his other hand into action. He lifted the great tit up and towards him, squeezing the base high on her chest with both hands causing the breast to form in a tight ball almost the size of a soccer ball. "Ha!! you could stand that all night Hilda I know your a slut aren't you," Bob shouted. Hilda eyes closed was ignoring him. Andy hoped Bob was not going to change his tune and get nasty. "You might as well have your fun Andy pretty soon Hilda will want some pussy action and I'm not up to it these days. Andy shuddered in anticipation Hilda sensed this and said "Do you like well developed nipples like mine then Andy?" Yes I do he replied. "Good!!" she said "then you are in for a treat!!." "Bob!" tie me in the usual way will you?" said Hilda. "Certainly my dear take all your cloths off then, go on, that’s a slut for you, eh Andy, just watch her." Hilda dropped her dress to the floor she was wearing nothing else at all. She had a well developed body slim but strong and looked incredible with her massive tits hanging down off her chest and spilling around her waist, way below her belly button her grossly erect nipples pointing out and down protruding nearly an inch rather like a cow's, Andy thought. Bob walked round behind her and pulled her wrists together behind her back causing the breasts to sway and thrust even further forward. "I warn you Bob Hilda is an unusual women with special needs so don't be alarmed with what is about to happen. I'll like give you a demo' and then you take over as I want some pictures for Hilda and I to enjoy in the long winter evenings do you mind.?" Andy would have agreed to anything at that moment in time, and so nodded his agreement. " Good!" said Bob as he walked round in front of Hilda and grabbed a nipple in between the thumb and fore finger of each hand twisting them cruelly as if trying to get a reaction out of Hilda who just sighed then smiled at Andy as if to say your turn soon. Bob pulled the nipples out as far as possible shaking them really hard Hilda gasped but did not complain a masochist thought Andy never met one before seemed a bit odd to him but Hilda was getting into this abuse. encouraging Bob to get rougher accusing him of being soft. Bob dropped her nipples and the great teats fell onto her waist with a slapping sound. She stood there smiling at Andy her legs slightly apart showing her shaven twat as it bulged out. I wonder if she's as big there as on top thought Andy. Bob returned with 2 cloths pins which he waved in front of Hilda, who looked at Andy to check his reaction which was one of shock. Surely he’s not going to put those on her nipples is he, he wondered feeling more aroused at the thought of it. "Your not a softie are you Andy" asked Hilda "No" said Andy unconvincingly. "Andy come round and stand behind me and hold out each tit in turn for Bob will you" Andy moved into position grabbed a great tit with both hands offering out to Bob. The breast was stretching out nearly a foot away from her chest and viewed from over her shoulders was awesome "Ready when you are Bob" said Hilda. Bob looked at Andy and grinned as he clipped the cloths pin over one rubbery thick nipple "ARRHHH!!!" cried Hilda "That’s wild YESSSS!!!!!" Bob quickly applied the other clothes pin to the second massive tit. "Right shouted Bob, Andy you take one tit and I'll take this one he said as he mauled her breast like he was kneading dough.. Andy proceeded to do the same amazed at the soft bulk and the way the tit flesh rolled over his hands and forearms, he dug his fingers in deep twisting this way and that no matter how rough he was not one word of complaint came from Hilda, only the sounds of pleasure as she neared orgasm . Andy ripped the cloths pin off Hilda's nipple causing her to gasp. He gripped the enormous breast at the base on the top of her chest with both hands and squeezed tightly out and up forming the breast in a great ball as before. Hilda was panting in anticipation of her body rocking with floods of orgasms. Andy peered down at the great expanse of her aureole all pink and bumpy and all of 6 inches in diameter rather like a Martian landscape with the giant nipple forming like a volcano in the center he ran his teeth across the pink flesh and sucked the nipple into his mouth greedily devouring as much flesh as he could pull into his mouth. He bit down hard on the aureole and nipple taking his hands away leaving her breast suspended by his teeth while he reached down between her legs only to find her thighs running with female cum. Arhh, thought Andy what an wonderful women for the first time in his life Andy had found a squirter he felt her cavernous cunt. hell what a woman he rubbed her clit and she went wild. "Go on fist fuck her Andy" shouted Bob she needs it, stretch her big cunt hole out, that is what she wants, don't worry she can take it and more believe me go on don't mind me enjoy your self." Andy didn't need telling twice he untied her wrists and as he did she wrapped her arms around him. "Come on Andy you have such big hands give it to me now! tickle my belly button from the inside" she chuckled. Hilda lay on the floor her breasts fell down each side of her chest and unbelievably rested on the floor each side, amazing sight thought Andy. He knelt down beside her and opened her legs peering at her drenched pussy and her scarlet cunt lips. "Look at this Andy" she commanded as he looked at her cunt she reached around with both hands pulling her pussy slightly. Then unbelievably she flexed her internal muscles and a great hole gaped open and Andy thought he could see all the way inside her, what mysterious depths. "Lick me out please" she begged. Andy moved closer he could smell her woman odor, this gave him the urge to bury his face in her sodden great cunt licking and swallowing what he could. "Andy I want your fist now" said Hilda. He threw off his clothes , rubbed his hand around the outside of her pussy making it wet a couple of times and then slid it easily up inside her. As he started moving his fist easily up and down and all around rocking his wrist lower then higher inside her stretching her and causing a great cave to develop inside her belly he grasped a great tit with his free hand and pulled, continuing with what was quite a brutal fist fuck with the other. Andy withdrew his fist while still clenched as she erupted into spasm. Andy moved over to her face, she opened her mouth and he pushed his cock in further and further down her throat until her nose was resting in his pubic hair and he withdrew slightly so he could jack off finally emptying his by now considerable load into her mouth "IMMM!!" she cooed "thats nice Andy I love!!! that taste." "Got some great shots this time Baby" said Bob grinning all over his face. "Quite a woman ain't she Andy" Andy had almost forgotten about Bob. "Bet you will be wanting to stop by here again won't you?" Andy agreed smiling as he looked down at the lusty sight of this enormous breasted woman, cum dripping from the corners of her mouth as she rolled onto her knees, lifting her great udders off the floor mainly Andy thought, to give him one last look at her tits in all their glory hanging down almost to the floor. She rocked back and forward and and side to side the breasts slapped together creating quite a spectacle, finally she rolled again onto her back breasts resting on the floor as before. "I'm ready to go again if you are Andy," she said. “Hey Bob, I want him to stretch me all the way out tonight. I want you to film me getting stretched beyond anything that we have done before. “ “ Let’s start with getting both hands in and then see where that leads us” Bob replied. Andy knelt down and put his hands together at Hilda’s gaping hole. It looked like he was “praying” to her pussy, and then he “dove” in. With his hands together like that they easily slid wrist deep, and then Andy started having fun. Twisting and turning as he went in and out. Gradually getting rougher as Hilda got wetter. “That’s it Andy, the wilder you get, the more she likes it. Go ahead And really work her over, I want it all on tape.” Bob yelled. By this time Andy was able to “wash his hands” in pussy juice, Then he started punch fucking Hilda’s huge slick hole. Alternating fists, Each time trying to go a little deeper, then he pulled completely out. “No, don’t pull them out, please don’t leave me empty!” cried Hilda. Grasping both hands together in a double fist Andy leaned into Hilda’s Enormous, grasping, leaking cunt. After it swallowed Andy’s doubled up Hands, it looked loose for a second around his wrists. Then he quickly pulled All the way out again, then before the hole could close back up he went Back in a little deeper. Each time he got all the way in he spread his elbows As for apart as he could. By this time Hilda was experiencing one orgasm After another and finally passed out. When Hilda woke up she was up on the bed with her ankles tied up behind her Head. Bob had been pulling out fuck-toys while Andy had been fisting Hilda. Now there was quite an assortment laying on the floor, all having the same quality, in that all of them were way beyond fitting into a normal cunt. A hole like Hilda’s was the only thing that could ever hold any of these toys. The smallest one was 16” long and had to be 4” across. Then they got bigger. At the far end was something that looked like a traffic cone. Hell, it was a traffic cone. That gave him an idea. Andy got up beside her on the bed. He had to try something he had heard about on the web, knee-fucking. “Get some good footage of this, Bob. Your gonna love it” Andy said. Then he brought his heel up next to his but-cheek. This brought his shin parallel to his thigh, with his knee stick up in the air. “Hilda, get up and straddle my knee. Pretend its just a big dildo, and try to take as much as you can.” “Oh Andy, your nastier than I thought. I do love it!” Exclaimed Bob. Hilda, doing what she was told, got up and straddled Andy’s knee. Not sitting down on it, just rubbing the top with her shiny pussy lips, quickly coating the top of his leg with cum-juice. As Andy got comfortable he was able to raise an arm and slapped Hilda’s tit. Hard. She loved it and lowered herself down onto Andy’s knee with all her weight. She hovered at the top momentarily while her cunt muscles loosened up. Then she slowly sank down onto his leg. She finally stopped about a third of the way down. Then raised herself back up, and rubbed her clit on his knee some more and then dropped back down with all her weight, this time going half way before stopping. As she did this Andy still slapped her tits back and forth with solid blows. They both got into a rhythm. Hilda was determined to take it all and said so. “Give me a hand Bob, I know I can get more. I need it all!” she screamed. Bob and Andy exchanged looks of disbelief, and excitement. Bob put the camera on the tripod, and went to help his wife fuck the salesman’s knee. ----- So, it's the only 2 stories on a subject "knee fuck" that I've seen so far. Let's thank the authors, thought unknown, sorry. If you have more stories like this 2 please post here.

QUOTE(pippo47 @ Mar 18 2008, 11:17 PM) [snapback]85326[/snapback] Can't be 100% sure but the fistee reminds me of Debora Coeur. For sure it's not Debora.

QUOTE(jonnsen @ Mar 13 2008, 08:24 PM) [snapback]84513[/snapback] i'd say these are andy aka andrea timai (andyprivate.com) and violett (violett.com). Thank you jonnsen! At the same time, o my GOD!? Can't believe it. This Violett looks so different being blond on her internet side and dark hared in my favourite clip. Apparently I have nothing against her broad sexuality (same is for Andrea), it's fine. What is important for me is that two of them like fisting and even double fisting with spreading hands in case of Violett!!!! In love. Do we have clips of V posted on a forum?

http://fapomatic.com/show.php?loc=0809&f=2girlfist.jpg Video: http://rapidshare.com/files/10996871/TB_2GirlFist-part1.mpg http://rapidshare.com/files/10996649/TB_2GirlFist-part2.mpg Could someone, please, name the girl in red - double fisted? Any other performances of her? (I asked once before with no preview and no answer) For me she is the one of the most arousing girls. Many thanks in advance

Part 2 of CHARLOTTE & SALLY Then it felt as if Liz was a huge creature crawling around inside her, probing inquisitively with knuckles, and occasionally fingertips. She felt it nosing her cervix, rubbing parts that made her shriek from pleasure. For long, sweet minutes Liz fucked her to just short of orgasm. "That's wonderful... you're a remarkable young woman, I'm going to make you come, and then Charlotte and I are going to demonstrate to you what bottoms are really for." Said Liz. Why this hadn't entered Sally's mind, she never did work out, because it was like an explosion of something inevitable. Since the moment She and Charlotte had watched Tom fisting Charlie, a lifetime of two hours ago, she had known that asses were fist-fucked too. It was just that Charlotte had chosen her cunt first. Understandable really. The girls had discovered anal sex at the same time as their first experiments with fingers, and small vegetables. Both had experienced the bliss of good anal orgasms. Neither had been buggered by a man yet. Liz dug deep, and then as easily as withdrawing a cock, she pulled her fist out. Sally gasped and then went "OooFF!" As it plunged back into her, sliding in with the sweetest twist. It was the beginning of a wild ride. Liz laughed with joy as her fist slurped, sucked and slithered in and out of Sally's now fully flowered cunt. To tighten her a little, Liz thrust two fingers from her free hand into Sally's anus. The teenager squealed, and her body rippled with new pleasure. Liz thrust faster, making Sally wince as she was stretched to her limits by a third finger in her ass. The friction in her loins was becoming an awesome liquid heat. Sally's senses spiralled ever higher, closing in on heaven. Liz saw her expression, so dreamy and yet intense, and knew that she was a perfect new playmate. She dipped her head, tongue tip stiffened and out-stretched, and flickered it over the pulsing bud of Sally's clitoris. She jerked like she had been touched by a cattle prod. Thousands of sex-volts electrified her as her cunt clutched and pushed on the pumping fist, while her asshole tensed exquisitely on four probing digits. Tears rolled down her face from the sheer perfection of her orgasm. It was the best she had ever felt. It was the last step in her enslavement to the woman who was now her mentor as well as Charlotte's. Liz eased her hand from the depths of Sally's cunt. "You can rest now, and watch, because some of what Charlotte is about to do to me, I'm going to you afterwards. She kneeled next to Sally on the divan, and presented her magnificent ass to Charlotte. Sally watched her friend take a bottle of lube, and squirt it onto Liz, and her own hands. Sally caught her eyes and saw her nervous excitement. Things were moving fast for both of them. In this evening was a lifetimes' experience. Liz felt her asshole getting slippery from the silky lubricant. She evened out her breathing, and flexed her well-trained anal muscles, so that her asshole winked and pouted lustfully. She felt the hunger inside her, the yearning for that opening, stretching, filling bliss that only fists could give her. On her knees as she was, she began to sway back and forth, so that Charlotte's spearing fingers plunged already quite deeply into her relaxed, receptive sphincter. "Just keep your hand steady... I'll ride back onto it," said Liz, huskily. Charlotte braced her hand, and leaned into the lengthening thrusts of Liz's hips. She watched in wonder as her shiny, slippery fingers dipped in and out of Liz, opening her quite quickly, and making her obviously extremely hot. Liz slowed her swaying and started to rotate her hips against Charlotte's hand. She took a deep breath, and as she exhaled, she thrust hard, backwards. Charlotte yelped as she felt her hand suddenly and swiftly gloved by the pulsing tightness of Liz's fantastic ass! "Yessss.... Hissed the fist fanatic, feeling her own penetration with a glow of joy. At last! Since she had witnessed the men fisting earlier, this had been her desire. To feel it by the hand of a nymphet as delicious as Charlotte was doubly sweet. She began to sway again, gently, as she felt Charlotte's fingers start to flutter and play. Her pendulous breasts swung and wobbled, rubbing her large stiffening nipples delightfully against the divan as she rocked her pelvis and rolled her hips on the steadily fucking hand. "Explore it well Charlotte..." She husked. "Wow! You feel so soft inside! I could easily make a fist... Shall I do that for you?" Asked the teenager of her mistress. "N.. not yet... move your fingers a little lower... feel where there's a sort of little mouth... ooohhh... just there... Now work your fingers into it... yesss... stretch it... yesss... puuussshhh! YESSSS!!!" Charlotte caught the moment, and saw her wrist sliding out of sight in Liz's ass. It was like a tunnel within a tunnel. She thrust until Liz gasped and flinched, and realised half her forearm was buried. She looked at Sally, who was rather pale, but utterly enthralled. "It feels fantastic!" She said, twisting her arm slowly from side to side, because that was what Liz's ass was telling her to do. Liz was slowly circling her forefinger over her big, erect clitoris, and letting this marvellous child improvise, because she seemed to have a rare talent for it. She would wait for another night to show Charlotte and Sally exactly how far she could open her ass. This was just right... she could handle what Charlotte was giving it quite comfortably. Very pleasurably, in fact. She started a rhythm again, the gorgeous curve of her buttocks tensing and relaxing as she impaled herself repeatedly on Charlotte's arm. Now it was time for pushing back other barriers. Liz began to flex and relax her recently reamed vaginal muscles. It was too good an opportunity to miss. "Charlotte... I want you to push your other hand into my cunt... It goes in... I promise... Get some lube on it... yes... and Edward... get ready with some poppers... Charlotte sweetie...Lift your arm in my ass... and spear some fingers into my vulva...!" Liz guided, and her acolyte followed. Charlotte felt the strangling tightness squeeze and grip her as she tried to push her hand inside. "When I sniff, wait a few seconds, and then try it," gasped Liz, raggedly. The hunger in her was getting fed at last. She inhaled deeply in both nostrils, and let everything build, holding on as long as she could before letting it all go. Charlotte felt a sudden softening and loosening at the straining vulva, and she gasped simultaneously with Liz as her hand shot swiftly into a now welcoming tunnel. She could immediately feel her other hand through shapes and membranes. It was an absolutely enchanting sensation. Charlotte's own cunt spasmed by remote control. "Now fuck me... fuck my cunt and ass with your fists!" Cried Liz, speeding up her finger on her clit. Charlotte was grunting with the effort, and her eyes blazed as she made her hands rampage inside Liz's voluptuous body. Liz started to whinny like a horse, and her limbs shook with the intensity of it. She rode a final race with orgasm, and came at last, squirming back hard onto both hands, as the spasms gripped Charlotte in their climactically erotic embrace. She bore down hard, two, three, four times, and then her cries at last had a note of satisfaction. She reached between her legs, and gripping Charlotte's wrist, pulled the hand out of her cunt. Charlotte slowly drew the other from her asshole. Sally was feeling both horny and scared. She had just seen a beautiful woman take two fists with consummate grace, and huge pleasure. But this woman was more than ten years older than her, and much bigger. Surely her won small body could not be expected to follow suit? "I... I don't think I can do that... I'd like to, I really would because it looked so amazing... but I just can't...!" She protested. "Sally... you don't have to do anything you don't want to. I really just wanted to show you how simple it is to take a fist in your bottom... I just got carried away... I'm sorry!" Said Liz, laughing, and kissing Sally's cheeks. It was a simple ruse that had worked many times. By demonstrating what was well beyond her converts' expectations, she enabled them to go for the lesser option more easily. If they were tempted by what they saw, it also gave them the idea that there was a lot further to go. "I mean... I can imagine your hand in my bum... I would like to try that... but not the other... not... not yet, anyway..." "Oh Sally, you are so sweet... I know, I understand. One step at a time. Its all so new and strange and a little bit frightening, isn't it?" Said Liz. Sally nodded, grinning back at this marvellous women who was teaching her unthinkable acts of lust. They had almost forgotten that they were in a room with about twenty-five other sex-fiends, who were all getting their kicks as they pleased. Their were sounds of whips and paddles cracking, the slapping and groans of hard fucking, the guttural gasps of a size freak taking a foot up her ass... There were also a gaggle of voyeurs, who were following the goings on with avid delight, especially those involving the two beautiful teenage girls. Fritz found himself getting hard again as he anticipated Liz seducing Sally's ass. His cock was feeling the urge to fuck some ass. Perhaps the dark-eyed Louise Brooks look-a-like Charlotte would enjoy that kind of attention... At that moment, somebody had handed her a joint, which she was now sharing with her new friends. William joined them, and took a few puffs himself. He smiled at Charlotte. "I would dearly love to fuck your ass," he said, softly into her ear. Charlotte shivered as she heard the lust in his voice. All the while she had been fisting Liz's ass she had been imagining it happening to herself. She frequently masturbated her bottom with a big dildo, or had Sally do it her. Fritz's cock, in all its nine inch long, wrist thick glory was just too tempting! "Yes please!" She said, dropping her hand to hold the semi-erect shaft. "Come on, kneel beside Sally, you can encourage each other," said Fritz. Charlotte climbed onto the divan, and Sally kneeled beside her. "Don't they look adorable?" Said Liz. She took a bottle of lube, and squirted some down the crack of Sally's ass. Fritz did the same to Charlotte. Then, as Liz lubed her hands, Fritz rolled on a condom. As Liz probed two fingers into Sally's anus, Fritz nudged the arrowhead of his cock against Charlotte's pouting rosebud. Charlotte felt the pressure growing, starting to burn as she stretched wide, wide wider. Edward kneeled on the floor in front of them, and offered them poppers. Charlotte accepted, and inhaled hard. She felt Fritz hold her hips and pull as the rush started. A searing flame of desire seized her, and made her push back onto him. She felt her ass screaming as it was wrenched open around the thickness of him, and then she sobbed at the sensation of it sliding into her, so broad and hard. Her body shook as she had a little orgasm right then. Sally was moaning quietly to herself, her mind a blur of sexual energy. She felt Liz's long, strong fingers opening her ass, patiently working the rim until it was soft and pliable. She guessed correctly that there were four fingers inside her, frigging and probing, straining in at full stretch. The other fistings had taught her to relax during penetration, and the benefits were obvious. "JEEZUSS!! Fritz - you are fucking big!" Cried Charlotte "Not as big as what's... about to... go into.. me!!" Gasped Sally. "POPPERS!!" They both exclaimed. They both sucked up the fumes into their already fevered brains, and cried out in harmony. Fritz sank hilt deep into Charlotte, while Liz forced her twisting hand past Sally's fiery rim and sank it firmly into her rectum. Fritz began to steadily pound Charlotte's ass. She bit her lip, and screwed up her face from the initial pain, and then her expression softened as her tight anal tube quickly became accustomed to his pumping girth. Sally was whimpering, twitching, trying to hold perfectly still as her pain flowered hotly. She took another sniff of poppers, and dropped to her elbows as the combined rush of Ecstasy and amyl nitrate floored her. Liz's hand cleared its heel, and thrust wrist deep at last. Sally let out a long moan of delight. The pain cleared like black fog, and she was pinioned exquisitely, Liz's hand moving ever so slightly in and out, her fingers carefully testing the taut inner walls. Sally was tolerably tight, and that was what mattered at this stage. Liz ran a fingertip around the encircling line of Sally's anus, clearing the near translucent membrane so that it clung sweetly to the skin of her wrist. "What a heavenly sight," she murmured. She began to lightly jiggle her hand in Sally's bowels. Fritz was driving Charlotte into an anal frenzy. She clawed at the divan, and at herself as the relentlessly reaming strokes split her senses. His cock was slithering in and out like a pulsing snake, her ass a gaping black hole when he sometimes slid right out. The teenager growled and mewed like a jungle cat, knowing that spasms of intense rapture were hers for the taking. All she had to do was touch herself... just there... and... "SHIIIIIIITTT!! YESSSSS!!" Charlotte yelled as her ass clenched viciously on Fritz's shaft, actually preventing him from cumming such was the force of it. He gasped, and rammed her to his balls for her next blissful orgasm. By the time she finished, she was limp, panting, glistening with sweat. Her ass felt almost numb from the pounding, and when he pulled out to give her a break, she just let it slowly close, feeling cooler air invade her body. Until Something held her open with just one finger. Liz, seeing the state of Charlotte's asshole, once again found herself unable to resist temptation. To wear both girls upon her hands like a pair of ventriloquist's puppets was dangerously appealing. "Do you dare, Charlotte?" Asked Liz, hopefully. "Mmmmm... Sally... should I try it?" said Charlotte, shakily. Sally opened dreamy, far away blue eyes, and took a second or two to focus. "Oh God yes!" She said, so emphatically that several people laughed. She moved her hips slowly from side to side while in her ass fingers had made room to fold over one by one. The hand became a fist, and shudders shook her belly. "You HAVE to feel this!" she added, before giving herself up again to the insistent sexual stimulation in her guts. Music was flooding the room. A DJ had arrived a while back and had been slowly building his music into an aural mantra for the players, he was weaving swirling, pounding trance patterns for them to synchronise with. It gave Charlotte something to focus on as her ass was slowly filled with finger after finger from Liz's right hand. She went for the poppers greedily when the moment came. At the instant when she thought she would surely tear apart, a vicious twist plunged her into a new realm of fisting. Charlotte pounded the divan with her palms, her face a rictus of concentration and disbelief. She could feel every detail, every bone and vein with the inner surface of her rectum. Her flesh was squeaky tight, but it could not resist the pressure. The breath exploded from her lungs as Liz used her long fingers to literally pull herself the rest of the way in. Now the two schoolgirls looked at each other. Their faces were a beautiful mess, their eyes were haunted by the intense tremors that assaulted them. They kissed, and then Liz taught them what anal fisting was all about. For Charlotte the pleasure could not be borne for long. She crushed her clitoris between thumb and forefinger, and as Liz scooped breathlessly deeper, she came. "Open your mouths!" Came an urgent cry. Fritz was in front of the girls, pumping his cock. Streams of pre-cum were already drooling out of the slit. The girls put their faces together, and with a shout of joy, he unleashed the flood onto them. Sally came as the first warm jet splashed her gullet. Charlotte's orgasm peaked as she was blinded by a hot white stripe of semen. They kissed and gurgled and drank the streams, their asses tuned together by Liz's fists. She was getting deep in Sally now, though Charlotte could only just contain the ball of her fist. Charlotte's final spasm pushed out Liz's hand in one swift slurp. Fritz painted the girls again and again until they wore his cum like second skin of molten milky wax. "Charlotte... come here, as quick as you can!" Said Liz, urgently. The dark haired nymphet roused herself, and quickly wiping the cum from her face with a towel, kneeled beside Liz. "When I lift up my arm, spear your fingers into Sally's cunt!" She instructed her. Charlotte didn't hesitate. She smeared her hand with the lubricant flowing from Sally's ass, and tucked the spear between her friend's ripely gaping labia. Sally was beyond protest. The anal orgasm had fired her on to further excesses. She tried to breathe evenly as her body was given a new challenge. "Push when I pull... then thrust with me," said Liz. Charlotte found that her hand was more than halfway there. Edward appeared with poppers at exactly the right moment. Sally breathed it in like the finest perfume, and when she could take no more, she squatted back, and hoped. She felt her insides moving, being pushed and pulled into new shapes, a red rose of pain flowered briefly, brightly, and on the other side of it was a magic, secret garden. She reached for the key... "Oh Liz... its going in!" Charlotte cried. And it was. Her hand held for a second, and then... "I've got it... there... there Sally... is that good?" Sally groaned. She couldn't answer. She didn't know the answer yet. It was too much to comprehend. She was eighteen years and two days old. She was being fisted in her cunt and ass by a stranger and her best friend. It hurt. It hurt less when Liz did that... A sniff of poppers and it didn't hurt any more. For two or three minutes she bore it, feeling the fullness like a badge of courage, yelping when it was wrong, sighing when it was right, and it was right most of the time. Cum was clotted on her face, but she didn't notice it, all her attention was between her slender thighs, where the two orifices were stretched to bursting, and giving her an intensity of bliss she had never dreamed of. She was coming without realising it, because the E made it all so sweet and loving. The music hit a big breakdown, and Sally swooped into it, laughing, crying, wailing, her body sizzling with the electricity of her best orgasm yet. They cuddled her once they had taken their hands out. She was weak and tearful, and very happy. She felt herself being covered in kisses, until the trembling stopped. "You two are going to come and visit me at home, very soon." Said Liz. These girls would be her finest creations. The girls were pampered by Liz, Fritz and Tom. They had come a long way since Edward had asked to be their slave. They had a whispered conversation, made a decision, and blew first Edward, then Tom, then Fritz as a thank you. As they swapped cum and licked the mingled semen from each other's faces, they knew they had found their calling. - - - - -

part 2 of Liz Whipping her hand from her cunt, she lowered herself onto his big size twelve. Horny toes parted her vulva, and slid into her. She felt the awkward, unfamiliar shape of it forcing her open. It made her shudder with pleasure. The girls watched, astonished, as she slid slowly down the foot, until she was sitting down on it, everything but the heel deep inside her. Slowly she rose up, until his toes were just parting her lips, and then with a whoosh of exhaled breath, she sank down on it again, grinding herself onto the front of his ankle. She squirmed hard onto it, wishing she could have even more. For a while she rode it magnificently, the foot of solid foot slithering and plunging into her womb. She rocked on it fast, willing herself to come one more time. She lay back, supporting herself on her arms, her cunt pointing at John, higher off the bed, He thighs were so wide they quivered with the strain. John edged forwards, adjusting the angle of his foot so that he could press his heel where it was softest, between her cunt and her arse. Liz liked that a lot. She edged back until she could rest against the pillows and the head of the bed, then her hands moved down between her legs. She began to caress John's foot as it drew and thrust, spreading lubricant over his ankle. She reached down, and felt the line where he was stuck. She forced a finger in alongside it. There was room. There had to be. "Floyd... guide John's leg... help him... Oh GODDDD!!" John had kicked out at her unexpectedly. He almost made it that time. "Wait..." Liz breathed. Floyd held John's calf and shin, he moved it up and down, side to side, wondering if Liz would give up this time. She had only managed it once before. Gradually Liz's cunt loosened, and the awkward shape that stretched and strained at her entrance began to move, just a little, towards its goal. She quite often took girls' feet in her cunt, well past the ankle, but John had such big, hard feet... and the toes were creeping deeper, pulling at her tunnel, probing her cervix... She suddenly smelled poppers. It was Charlotte. Perfect timing. Liz sniffed hard with both nostrils. This was the one! She leaned back, arching her voluptuous body, her breasts swinging and surging as she sat up right again, at the peak of the rush, and John's heel cleared her rim. The whole damn thing was inside her! Charlotte held the poppers up for her, and she sniffed hard again and again. She was writhing on the foot. The watchers could see how her vulva distorted and gossamered as the foot moved, twisting back and forth. They could see her tummy ripple as it pushed and flexed. She could only take it like that for a minute, then she took another, longer sniff, and pulled back sharply, so that John's heel was outside again. She had proved it to herself, and now she could take her prize. She pumped her cunt hard, fast up and down John's big foot, feeling it stretch her in new directions, until she was on the verge of orgasm. She sniffed again, her mouth half-full with Floyd's semen, and then she closed her lips, and swallowed slowly, as her cunt sent dazzling shards of orgasmic rapture through her body. She felt the cum sliding down her throat, thick, salty, delicious... The beast inside her loosened its grip, and she started to come out of her trance. - - - - She's still sitting on John's foot, rocking gently now. She looks around at her friends. They are all watching her with awe-struck expressions. She tries to remember what has just taken place, and a big smile appears on her sperm wet lips. "Did I push the envelope far enough?" She giggled, throatily. She still had the flavour of Floyd strong on her palate, and her cunt was throbbing hotly on John's foot. She could feel him wiggling his toes in her womb, and a shiver of post-orgasmic bliss made her body curl and straighten. Sally and Charlotte were speechless, their mouths gaping in shock. They suddenly looked their age and younger. They realised that this could be either of them, in the not too distant future. It frightened and excited them in equal measure. Sally's mind was already made up. She took Floyd's hand. "When you're ready... if you feel like it... I'd love you to make love to me with your leg," She says, softly. "Baby, you are just the sweetest..." Says Floyd, taking her in his strong black arms... Reluctantly, Liz lifted herself from John's foot, wincing as the full width of his toes opened her up the final time. Charlotte kissed Liz on the mouth, tasting Floyd. The lovers were spent, until the next time. Liz surveyed them, queen of her small domain. Two men, already her loyal subjects, and two schoolgirls, now corrupted for all time by her lessons in lust. She took Charlotte's hand, and Sally's. "Here's to the future... Here's to us," she said, kissing each hand in turn, and then taking both girls in her arms, she held them to her breasts. Her fist maidens. With Siobhan, they would be complete... THE END.

LIZ'S SOIREE (this is a long overdue follow up, chek part 2 of CHARLOTTE & SALLY first) The soiree took place a fortnight later. Liz's apartment was very plush and had many customised electronic devices. For example, when the girls arrived, they rang the bell, and were admitted by remote control. As they stood in the hall, a door opened into a rosily lit bedroom. On the bed, Liz lay half on her side, naked, her magnificent body gleaming like ivory. At her head was a short, muscly black man with a long, thick, veiny ebony cock that he was sliding in and out of her mouth. He was wearing Levis, pulled down below his crotch, Behind her lay another man, tall, dark, in his forties. His fist was buried in Liz's cunt, mining her, his forearm glistening with her juices. When she saw the girls, Liz drew herself from the stranger's clenched fist with a brief sigh of regret. She sat up, and held out her arms. The girls, who had been in a terror of anticipation were so shocked and aroused at what they had just seen that they forgot their nerves completely. "Charlotte... Sally... I'm so happy to see you both again. We're going to have a wonderful evening, I just know it!" Said Liz, she hugged them both, and kissed their night-cool lips. "Meet Floyd, one of my oldest friends," she said. The black man smiled, and held out his hand. "And this is John... he's one of my mentors, I've known him ages. We were... entertaining ourselves. I'm afraid that the thought of you two joining us just got us too excited." Liz laughed, picking up a silk robe that was outrageously sheer and caressed her generous contours tantalisingly as she slipped it on. "I've prepared some food for us, we really should eat soon so that we have plenty of energy for later... why don't you all smoke a joint and get acquainted; stoke up your appetites while I get things ready in the kitchen". "Liz told me about you two the day after the party. I should have been there, but I had a terrible cold." Said John. He lit a joint and passed it too them. It was very strong. "This is some of the fabled Amsterdam horny skunk," He said. "It works... we were smoking it before you arrived, and you saw what happened." He continued. The girls quickly warmed to John, and Sally, who had a bit of a penchant for black men thought Floyd was pretty yummy. They started to talk about Liz, and the girls were surprised at how frankly the two men discussed her. It turned out that John had been the first man to fist Liz, eight years previously, when she was a nomadic raver in her mid-twenties. She had inherited big money from her Grandmother a couple of years after that, and now discreetly indulged herself in bouts of voluntary aid work in far flung places, and sexual hedonism when she was in London. At school and just after, she had been an excellent amateur tennis player, who had in her early twenties even been a warm-up partner for Wimbledon stars. That was when she first had sex with other women. All this John and Floyd told the girls, and more, filling in the background of their beautiful hostess. By the time Liz called them into the kitchen, they were all merrily stoned, and starting to get suggestive with each other. She had made a wonderful buffet of exotic, and erotic foods. They all snacked, sufficiently to relieve hunger, but not so as to fill their stomachs too much. It was some while before conversation was resumed. It was Liz, naturally, who opened the subject of the soiree. "We're not going to treat this like a seminar, but you are both going to learn things, some similar, some different, to suit your personalities, but mostly about fisting. John and Floyd are here because they are my two most trusted male companions, and I think you might come to enjoy their company as much as I do. They have a wonderful rapport with women who like fisting. If you don't want them involved, say so, they won't be offended." "A little disappointed maybe, but not offended!" Said Floyd, grinning. He felt a hand on his thigh. It was Sally, sitting beside him, making her own choice known. Liz had told him about Sally's thirst for semen, and though he was no Fritz, he knew that in that department at least, he could please her. And just looking at her luscious mouth was making his cock start to twitch. Charlotte, happily was falling to John's maturer charms. She liked mature men, and didn't have any qualms about him being easily old enough to be her father. The girls looked at each other inquiringly, saw each other's eyes straying to the men and back again. "I don't think we have any problems with John and Floyd. If they're friends of yours, they can be our friends too," said Charlotte, swallowing another oyster. She burped, blushed, and patted her mouth with a napkin. "Pardon me... I think I've eaten enough of those for now," she said, with a giggle. The moment arrived when they returned to the bedroom. The men were to wait until Liz asked for them. Liz shut the bedroom door and said: "There are drugs that can help you to learn about the body's potential. They are by no means essential, but they can speed up the process quite enjoyably. I know that you two enjoy smoking spliffs, and taking E, so you probably understand what I'm saying. A pharmacist I know has cooked up a pill to my specifications. It takes you up like MDMA, and has a muscle relaxant built into it, and its best first taken with someone who understands its strengths and weaknesses. I'm going to take one, and I recommend that if you decide to indulge too, that you take a half each at first." Charlotte and Sally looked at each other, their hearts beating excitedly. They grinned nervously, but both had already made up their minds. They held out their hands and were given half a pill each. The three women swallowed the drugs with water, and climbed onto the large, firm bed. Above it was a copper mirror, pinkly reflecting their images back at them. Liz pressed buttons on her remote control. An expensive perfume filled the air, and atmospheric electronic music played from multiple speakers, not loud, but insistently . "While we're waiting for the 'Fist' to work, I'll show you something," said Liz. She opened a small chest set into a shelf in the wall at the side of the bed. It was her toy box. She drew out two dildoes one shaped like a thick ten-inch penis, the other just an arm thick rounded shaft, an enormous butt-plug, and a rubber fist. "Wow...!" The girls breathed. The size of all devices except the smaller dildo looked painfully huge to their eyes. They were glad that Liz had said she would be doing the showing. Liz took a small vibrator, and some bottles of lube out last of all, and then lay against the back of the bed, propped up on cushions. "A lot of the fun of this is the practicing, the working out, and keeping yourself in shape for what you love the most, and we all know that feeling that we love the most, don't we?" The girls nodded. "When you are going for a new challenge, or just the special ones, the ones where you want to feel your body expanded to its limit, its good to start slowly and steadily, so that you're relaxed when its most important. I'm going to show you my routine. Quite often I get all I need from it, it just depends. If you are alone for an evening, it can be real fun just to see what you end up with inside you." She picked up the cock shaped dildo, and laid it across her belly like an enormous worm. She squirted lube on her left hand, and worked it into her cunt, then she spread it liberally over the black latex glans and shaft. All of the objects were black. Liz had a bit of a fetish for black men, ever since her first male lover, a hugely endowed Reggae musician. She held onto the slippery shaft, guiding it with one hand while the other gripped the specially ridged base. She rubbed the glans up and down her labia, parting the soft folds, then, finding the spot, she angled her hips a little, and pulled the shaft into herself, letting out a little 'Oof!" of pleasure as it pierced her with its veiny thickness. She fucked herself with it for a couple of minutes, working her hips, drawing, thrusting, twisting as she stretched. She had to disguise the effects of her earlier fisting a bit so as not to hurry the demonstration. She wanted to show the girls how they could gradually enlarge their cunts in a comfortable but stimulating way. When the dildo was gliding easily in and out, Liz discarded it for the massive black domed shaft. "If your arms aren't strong enough to pull a dildo in, sitting on it is a good idea," she said, and demonstrated. The girls were stroking each other as they watched Liz's lesson. Charlotte bit her lower lip and winced as Liz rocked her cunt over the head of the dildo, and breathing rhythmically, lowered herself onto it, an inch at a time. Holding it steady with one hand, while the other held the bed head, she sat slowly, her cunt a gaping arc around the thickness that filled her with its solid mass. She started to rise and fall on it, making it drag and pull her innards, reminding them of where they went when Liz was at play. The first tingling warmth of the drug was just making itself felt. Liz looked at her disciples, sweetly fingering each other. Corrupting them would be a fine day's work. She was lengthening and softening inside, letting the dildo move up inside her to new depths. Now when she rose and fell, almost a foot of black dildo was cruising into her. The thickening shaft below the glans bulb made her labia a thin coral line drawn finely around it. Time to move on. " Now I'm going to fist myself," she said, rising a final time from the dildo. Charlotte and Sally smiled at each other, eyes starting to sparkle as warm waves of drug-enhanced arousal bathed them. "You can try this too... just watch what I do." Said Liz, seeing the look. She sat back on the bed, and briefly rubbed her cunt with more lube, then she parted her thighs as wide as she could, lifting her legs so that she could tuck the left one behind her arm. She speared her fingers in a way the girls now understood well, and using her other hand to press with, teased them into her well-reamed vulva. Sally flexed herself nimbly into the same position, bewitched by the sudden possibilities. To be able to fist herself... oh wow... wanking would never be the same again! She parted her labia, introduced her slippery fingertips to her soft young flash, and aimed at the root of her desire. She saw Liz's hand quickly making her cunt arch around the width of its knuckles, trying to copy Liz's breathing as well, she thrust her hands and hips against each other. How moreish the feeling made her... or maybe that was the drug. She felt the creaky squeaky sensation that told her she was stretching past normal. Good. Liz was waiting for her, seeing her eagerness and mentally applauding it. She wished she had been Sally's age when she discovered fisting. Sally would have six more years of it than she had, and starting so young, before the body had fully settled into its adult shape, she had such potential! "Close your eyes... concentrate completely on your cunt, and how you want it to let your hand in, feel it inside you from memory... use the memory to draw your hand in..." Liz intoned hypnotically, thinking how similarly elastic in some ways Sally was to herself. Charlotte was still too tight to follow, but Sally let her eyelids shut, and in her mind her was her cunt, struggling, fighting back a bit because it didn't quite understand what was expected of it yet. She remembered the sensation of Liz's fist, Charlotte's fist... The passion caught her, and opening her eyes in understanding, she jerked herself onto her hand, gasping harshly as it slid past the point of no return. Instinctively she gave it a swift, plunging twist and buried it the rest of the way in. Her tummy shuddered convulsively, and a rush of heat set fire to her loins. Her nervousness and fear were melting with the feelings of sweet penetration by her own hand. Charlotte had given up on trying to fist herself, and had grabbed the smaller of the dildoes to try with instead. She was a bit frustrated, and definitely jealous of the way Sally could just follow Liz to her first self-fisting. But the sight of it was so exquisite, so perverse. Sally starting to relax and just enjoy the new ability she had to feel herself up inside. A private, erotic smile played on her lips as she found all the places that had felt so amazing a fortnight ago, and a few times since at Charlotte's hands, but to find them at your own fingertips was extra special, another first time! Liz knew that Sally would be putty in her hands now. She could mould her into a marvellous, sensual masterpiece. Sally's mind offered ridiculously little resistance to new ideas and extremes, and her body, if anything offered less! Charlotte was going to be interesting though. Liz saw a lot of Charlotte in herself at that age. Defiant, insatiably curious, greedy, and vulnerable, with a mind that thought, and planned. Sally was a creature of rare sexual instincts, unerring in her line from orgasm to orgasm, and her generosity meant that she would give as well as she received. She guessed correctly that it was Charlotte who demanded, sometimes commanded Sally to do her bidding in bed, paying her back when she felt like it, but not before. She would have to learn to be more like her friend, but keep that seed of power. Sally arched, to take her hand a little deeper, and her eyes fluttered as it slid down to the bend of her wrist, which was as far as it could go from that angle. "The only drawback... as far as I can see... is that one can't... get any... deeper!" She panted. "But oh... its so good Charlotte... as soon as possible... you've got to do this too!!" Liz smiled, her analysis already proving to be correct. Charlotte would always prefer someone to do it for her, rather than do it herself. She had the makings of a dom. Sally would happily find solace with her own fist when no other was available. She looked at the two of them, her new students. Charlotte was just starting to smile, as the dildo filled her. Sally was already lost in a lustful journey of self discovery. The drugs were softening the muscles in their loins. Charlotte looked up at the slurping sound of Liz drawing out her hand, and squishing it all the way back in again. Her eyes darted across the Sally, to see her reaction. She smirked, because she had known that her friend would copy Liz. Sally gasped as her hand emerged, all wet and pink; then she screwed up her face and exhaled hard as she thrust it back in, with a slight pause at the apex, it did as it was told. She purred as she felt the walls of her cunt with flexing fingers. She growled as she pulled back a little and made a fist in her tunnel. Her face shining with perspiration and happiness, she looked at Liz. "Thank you... why didn't I think of it before!" She said, her voice throbbing with sexual emotion. "At your age I would have been worried if you had!" Exclaimed Liz with a laugh. "Save your orgasms... fisting can be at its best when you do it with a Tantric tip. Just holding back, building up, slowing down... we've got all night... why hurry...Just save them up till later... imagine how strong they will be..." Charlotte had found her pace, and her head shook from side to side as she rode up and down on the dildo. It was boring a good eight inches into her tight little cunt, and making it deliciously hot. She heard Liz's words, and reluctantly dragged herself back from a ride to sweet oblivion. The anxieties and jealousies were being wiped away by the drug, and Charlotte was now enslaved to sensation. As long as she kept on feeling, moving, doing or being done, she would be happy. "I wish I had one of these at home!" She said. "I'll make sure you have the all toys and tools you need," said Liz. "Fantastic!" Said Charlotte, drawing out the dildo, looking at it appraisingly, and sliding it slowly back in. "I can feel my cunt loosening up at last," she added, with relief. "Sally's happy for now, aren't you sweetie?" Said Liz. "How would you like me to help you along a little?" She asked Charlotte. "Yes please." "Lay back and open wide," said the big redhead throatily. And Charlotte smiled as she felt her cunt being opened by an expert. This is what she has been looking forward to most - Liz's magic hands working on her. Her cunt feels so soft, and warm and alive, like a hungry little creature. Liz laid her slippery hand on Charlotte's hot, moist mound, and curled three fingers straight into her. "Oh fist me..." she purred, a feline undulation welcoming Liz's fourth finger and thumb. The drug was really kicking in, Liz turned her hand in the beautifully relaxed cunt-mouth, and felt surrender in the tremors of the muscles. She straightened her arm, and felt the sudden 'give'. Charlotte sobbed as her cunt was filled with Liz's large, strong hand. She had missed Liz inside her so much. Sally just couldn't replicate the sensations of the older woman's expertise. She felt Liz's fingers curling, caressing her inner walls as they made a hard fist. Her fingers strayed down to her groin, and traced Liz's wrist, finding her clitoris and holding it lightly between finger and thumb. Liz saw she had a surprisingly well-developed clit, and brushing Charlotte's hands aside, she dipped her head, and took the hard bud in her front teeth, biting just hard enough for Charlotte to think she was going to die from pleasure or pain, and then released it. Sally looked on in a warm sea of happy-sexy-fisty sensations. She had plenty of room in her cunt now, and was starting to look forward to having something bigger. She scooted across the bed towards Charlotte and Liz. "I want you to fist me, too!" Sally husked, smiling so seductively that Liz's heart missed a beat. "OK, take your own fist out first - I'm not going to try and do it while you're still in there.!" Said Liz, with an 'I dare you' grin. Sally dared right back at her. "Not yet - wait," said Liz firmly. Sally felt her tummy flip, from the thrill of the unspoken promise Liz had just made. She had never felt so lush and open before. The drug really was amazing! She slid her hand out of her cunt, feeling cool air in her tunnel for a moment before the tips of larger fingers than her own filled the space, and began to dig deeper. Liz was slightly awed at the ease with which her hand slid into Sally's body. She had been first introduced to fist-fucking just a fortnight ago! Liz slipped the heel of her palm through the elastic noose, and felt succulent shapes slither past her fingers. She drew back, closed her fingers to her palm, and then leaned hard into Sally with her clenched fist. Three inches past the wrist. Charlotte was getting deeper too. Liz's left hand in Sally synchronising with her right, in Charlotte. She fucked them for a while with a loose, brisk rhythm, enjoying the sounds of their cunts sucking and squishing in time with the music, and the sight of them, two such lovely girls, and at least one of them destined for some kind of sexual greatness.She was starting to hunger for Sally's potential. Though Charlotte fascinated her, and was emotionally her favourite, Sally, the bubbling, girlish, blue-eyed nymphet, was the one for whom she lusted. She never could resist young, willing girls! Though few came as ready equipped as Sally to enjoy the pleasures that Liz purveyed. "Charlotte sweetie... would you like to play with the boys for a little while, I need to teach Sally some things that need my full attention? We will have our time too, don't worry. "Oh... OK... but... please.. please make me come! I can't take it any more!" was Charlotte's gasping response. Liz, distracted by Sally hadn't realised how close to her limits she was pushing Charlotte. She switched her attention from Sally, and began to give Charlotte swift, smooth strokes that churned her cunt into seething mass of juice and over-stimulated nerves. Liz smiled at her. "Touch yourself - go on - wank your clitty... and grip my fist... faster... rub it faster... oh good... mmm... I can feel you starting... NOW... I take my fist out... and NOW... I push it back in... it makes the spasms strong doesn't it... NOW... out... in?" "NNNnnnnyesssss!!" Shrieked Charlotte, and her pelvis bucked into the next wave of her orgasm. She shuddered, bowstring taut, and then her hips dropped weakly back onto the bed. Liz gently slid her hand out, and wiped it on Charlotte's inner thighs. "When you're ready, pop next door and find the boys, I think they're watching videos. Come back whenever you feel like it." Said Liz. Charlotte tottered to her feet, kissed Liz passionately on the mouth, and ran her forefinger down her lower lip. She looked her in the eyes. "I still want my turn with you," she said. Liz shivered. Something in that voice told her that Charlotte's Top nature was testing her. Well, Liz could Bottom with the best of them, if needs be. It would be interesting... The door closed, and Liz and Sally were alone together. Sally felt very tender, emotional, and vulnerable in the sexiest way. She tried not to imagine what Liz would do to her, so as not to spoil the surprise, but it was like trying to stop the Niagara Falls. Images sparked, flared and played behind her eyelids when ever she closed the eyes. She opened them. Liz was now between her thighs, her fist still smoothly fucking. Her legs felt floppy, so she let them hang wide. It helped anyway. She felt Liz's fingers uncurl and probe her, finding sweet places and painful places, and sometimes her G spot, which made her quiver from head to toe. Liz picked up the second half of Sally's pill, and laid it on her out-stretching tongue. She handed her a bottle of water to swig it down with. "We've been waiting for this, haven't we," said Liz, her voice throbbing with lust. "Oh Liz I'm frightened!" Croaked Sally. "No need to be afraid... we won't do anything you don't want," Liz reassured her. "No... I'm afraid of what I want!" Said Sally. "That doesn't surprise me," said Liz with a gentle laugh. "You really are amazingly easy to open up. Look... I can almost make my fist glide in and out... hardly any resistance." Liz plunged past Sally's cervix each time she entered. She worked on her for a long time, bending her wrist over at angles, so that it stretched Sally's cunt in all directions. Sally was smiling and cooing. It felt so sensuous, so easy today. She knew that her patience would be rewarded. After ten minutes Liz's fist was barely touching the sides on its foot deep journeys. "You really do need two to fill you properly... Last time it was Charlotte, but my hands are bigger than hers... doesn't matter... and this time... I'm going to put both my hands in your wonderful cunt... just relax... let me show you..." Sally's eyes rolled back and she reached for her small, pert nippled breasts. She rolled her teats between her thumb and fingers, setting of electric threads between her tits and her cunt. She felt Liz easing more fingers into her sliding them down alongside her wrist. He cunt began to stretch. The second half of the pill worked much faster than the first, and it was taking Sally to a more intense, rushy high than before She found she was able to detach herself, and in her mind she looked down on herself, this wonderful, regal woman between her legs, one arm foreshortened at the gaping circlet of cunt, the other, four fingers in, sliding over the wrist, around the distended lips, seeking out the soft spot. She felt it herself. "Just there..." She murmured. Liz smiled, of course Sally would know. She slipped her fingers deeper, widening the cunt-mouth. Sally clutched at the bed, then her nipples, her head back, neck muscles taut. "Y... yes... Liz... YESS!!" She groaned. Liz drew back her buried fist, unfolded the fingers, and with a powerful, twisting thrust, sent both hands where only one had previously been. Sally shuddered violently. Her cunt suddenly wrenched, painfully, but triumphantly open and then filled to the last millimetre.. "Look up! Said Liz. Sally cleared her eyes of flying hair, and looked at the mirror above her. She truly could look down on herself!! She laughed, and then sobbed, her mirth causing a painful throb in the pit of her cunt. Her thighs were being held apart by two arms that ended abruptly at her cunt. The near naked teenage mound grossly enlarged, shiny and swollen. She saw her tummy ripple from the exploration of ten fingers. Tears rolled down her cheeks. "Its... so... beautiful..." She whispered, thrills of near-orgasm rushing around her small body like quicksilver. A few moments later she gasped as Liz's fingers cunningly entwined inside her. Their was an enormous double-fist filling her like she had not imagined possible. She hardly dared breathe for fear of losing that feeling. She had managed not to come so far, but the need was becoming an overwhelming force. She looked pleadingly at Liz. "I can't help it...!" She groaned. "Let it go... its the moment... feel everything!" Liz exhorted her. She twisted her hands slowly from side to side, and exulted as they moved in to the wrists. It was the softening before orgasm. A second later, and her double-fist was gripped by a vice-like spasm that nearly forced it right out. Liz fought back so that on the next wave, she was plunging deep into Sally's cunt once again. Sally was making tiny alien animal noises, way beyond words. Her hands slapped on the bed, her hips exploding, breasts on fire, orgasming for her very life! Her third climax half-expelled Liz's fists in a lubricious slurp. A final time Liz plunged womb-wards, leaning her weight hard into Sally, forcing yet another inch of space to stretch upwards, making Sally gasp for breath. Colours were shooting from her head, colours of sex, colours of ecstasy. She let the waves drown her until she was nothing. Liz whipped out one fist, then the other, and cupped her ravaged cunt lovingly. It was like coming back from outer space. There was a hot fire burning inside her - not pain, just fire. And her limbs took a while to come under control. Her vision swam back to a semblance of normal. Liz was cradling her, massaging her cunt gently, murmuring sweet nothings to her, and kissing her tear-stained face. "Welcome to the club, Sally - you were astonishing, I thought your cunt would never end, it just unfolded for me," Liz enthused. Sally clung to Liz, shivering as after-burners of pleasure flickered through her. She couldn't speak for a couple of minutes, but Liz understood, and held her until she could form words again. "How long did you fist me for - altogether?" she asked. Liz glanced at a clock. "About an hour from when you first fisted yourself." Said Liz. "It went so fast - I thought it was about twenty minutes!" Said Sally. She nestled into Liz's strong arms. She never wanted to leave. "Turn over," said Liz. Gulping with deliciously fearful anticipation, Sally did as she was told. Her smooth, girlish bottom curved upwards. "No, more onto your side, I want you to be able to relax completely." Said Liz. Sally looked at her with tender, trusting eyes. She had had an enema before she left home, as Liz had told her to. She had expected this. Liz picked up a the lube, and a bottle of poppers that she handed to Sally, then she greased her hands, and Sally's ass until they were all glistening. Sally nestled into the cushions on the bed, and with a secret smile on her face, she gave her bottom to Liz. - - - - Charlotte felt just the teeniest bit resentful, despite Liz's reassurance. She had a pout on her face as she went into the sitting room where the men were. When she emerged with them an hour later, she was not the same Charlotte who had entered the room. She had had a graduation of her own. She could hardly keep her legs together, the muscles of her cunt and thighs were so weak from all the fucking, and her ass glowed with dull fire from the endless reaming with cocks and fists. Her face still bore fresh traces of their cum. John's had run like wet pearls down her cheeks, while Floyd's clung in thick sticky lumps to her lips. She still held a mouthful of their blended semen, their flavours distinctly different. She had saved it as a little treat for Sally, who may have been more of a cum-slut, but Charlotte liked to think of herself as a true connoisseur! The semen was a special gift from the men. After they had both fist-fucked her, of course... They walked back into the bedroom just as Liz was gently opening Sally's anus with her fingers. She stretched them apart until Sally clutched at the counterpane, and then pushed them in to near the knuckle. "You're just in time," said Liz. "You can watch Sally's ass eating my hand..." "Ooooohhh.... Yesss...!" Sighed Sally, as she felt her bottom-mouth spread wide. She felt the strain of it around her anus, and took her first sniff of poppers. Their was a momentary pause as the drug took effect. Sally felt herself lifting high on the rush, and squeaked as Liz opened her ass wide, as then felt it close slightly as the bulk of Liz's hand cleared the rim and sank. She felt so good, so right. The way Liz was taking her was so naturally paced. She never forced, but allowed Sally's body to dictate all but key moments, when she used her skill to take them past the obstacles, and on. Charlotte giggled, muffled by the mouthful. It was only then that Sally realised her friend was back in the room. She smiled up at her dreamily, and cooed her approval as Liz began slowly to draw her fingers together into a fist. It felt so amazing to have a fist in her ass. She hadn't tried it since the first time, which had been so frenetically exciting she couldn't remember a lot of what happened. She was so sensuously soft from the clever drugs that Liz had no trouble when she started to draw and thrust, reaming Sally's anus from within, and then seeking the heat of her bowels. Sally started to claw at the bed again. Charlotte lay down beside her, and caressed her. She looked at Sally, pushing a little cum out of her mouth so that her friend would understand. Sally's eyes lit up, and she tilted her head back. Charlotte the face hovered above hers. Sally opened her mouth, and Charlotte opened hers. A thick glob of semen and spit plopped straight to the back of Sally's throat. She nearly choked as a movement in her ass made her wince. Liz had her fingers extended again, and was prodding her everywhere inside, looking... Some of the fluid spilled down her chin, but she enjoyed swallowing the remainder. Charlotte kissed her, and she forgot the pain completely, though her body twitched and jumped occasionally, responding to Liz's gently but ruthlessly probing digits. She was determined to see just what Sally was made of. How far could this truly exceptional teenager go? She was dying to find out! Charlotte felt her own libido starting to rise again as she watched Liz's wrist gradually disappearing into Sally. She lay back and opened her thighs wide. "John... would you fist me...AGAIN... please?!" She said, laughing at Sally's shocked reaction. John laughed too, but he also picked up the lube, and dribbled it over her swollen, reddened cunt, massaging the recently ravished flesh. To Sally the fumbling probing fingers were little stabs of pleasure/pain. Then there was a different sensation, an inner stretching that she had never felt before. It took her breath away for a moment because it was such a bizarre sensation, a widening of her body that she had not really expected. "AAAHHH!!! THAT FEELS SO WEIRD!! She shrilled. Liz's fingers had discovered the entrance to her colon, her second sphincter, and were gently prising it open, creeping into it as it became enlarged. Liz smiled, her eyes were transfixed by the evidence of Sally's deepening ass. She knew just how it felt at this stage. The first sphincter made the endorphins kick in, and felt wild. The second was the entrance to a magic kingdom. Her wrist was now well out of sight. Sally had a good ten inches of Liz slowly twisting, turning and thrusting way up in her centre. She could feel the air being driven from her lungs as Liz pushed, and drew it back in when she pulled. It was an instinctive rhythm that seemed to work. "YESSSSS!!!" Sally wailed, because suddenly each thrust went distinctly deeper, and she realised it was like there was another ass inside her, a hungry mouth that had opened and was letting Liz fill her with muscular feminine forearm! Perversely, the more that filled her, the more she wanted. The others had all stopped what they were doing, and watched, riveted, as Sally, mewing and squirming, was luxuriously ass-fisted, more than a foot deep in her amazing little bottom. Liz was panting, so horny she could hardly stand it. She was going to need something really special after this! Charlotte caught her eye, as if by divine intervention, and that promise from earlier was silently confirmed. Liz found herself longing for her sling, in which she could be fisted most freely. She could tell that Sally was teetering on the edge of her limits. With just a little more experience she would be able to take this for longer periods, savour the sensations more fully, and take it deeper still. There was a note of hysteria creeping into Sally's beseeching cries of lust. She had actually torn the silk sheet as she clawed and scrabbled. "Sally, look up at the mirror - do you recognise yourself?" Said Liz. Sally came back from the edge for a moment, and opened her eyes. She saw how Liz's arm was weirdly foreshortened. She watched her ass stretch and cling as the arm was drawn out, then moaned as it was driven back in, well over half way to Liz's elbow. Her eyes rolled back, and closed again, the image burned forever into her fevered brain. Charlotte read her friend's need, and laid a finger tenderly on her clitoris. Sally's eyes jerked open again, and began to blaze. Charlotte rubbed, Liz slowly pumped, and with a rising squeal of ecstatic disbelief Sally began to come. The shudders wracked her, distorting and jolting her small frame. Her face was a straining mask that suddenly broke into the most beautiful flower. "GNNNNNnnnnnnHHHHHH!!! YEEESSSSS!!!" She shrieked, and the hairs on the back of everyone's necks stood on end. It was the sound of a girl taken to her outer limits. After a couple of minutes that to Sally were an exquisite eternity, her ass muscles slackened, and the weakening quivers rippled on Liz's arm. Liz brought her back down in gentle stages, until her hand slid smoothly out. She took Sally in her arms, and held her as she sobbed with the raw emotion of the moment, and the throbbing, aching after-cramps in her so-tender bowels. "Wow Sally... you were fantastic!" Said Liz, and kissed her all over her tear-stained, flushed face. "You're ass is more like a man's; very few women can take it that deep, even after a lot of practice... you are a truly exceptional girl," she whispered, making Sally feel proud of herself. After that, they took a break, and the men rolled big spliffs of the 'horny-grass.' Sally told Charlotte what Liz had done to her, and Charlotte described how John and Floyd had fucked her and fisted her until she could barely stand. The grass lay on top of the other drug like a warm blanket. Charlotte felt herself getting hot in her pussy, and hotter in her mind. She wanted to do Liz. Badly. Charlotte sidled up to Liz. "I've got a date with you," she said. Liz smiled at her. "I'm ready," she said. "John and Floyd can look after Sally for a while, and you can look after me." Ten minutes later, after some suggestions and help from John & Floyd, Charlotte stood looking at her prey. Liz was now suspended in her harness, her wrists strapped to the ropes. Her legs were strapped too, keeping her thighs wide open, exposing her cunt and ass with exquisite vulnerability. Her breasts lolled heavily, her nipples swollen. Charlotte leaned forwards, and gripped the large pink teats with her fingers and thumbs. She squeezed, tweaking hard, until Liz flinched. She then proceeded to pink and scratch Liz lightly all over, sensitising her flesh. Liz let herself go. She knew she was in for an exciting time at the hands of the devil in Charlotte, Charlotte purred; this was what she had been looking forward to. The freedom of Liz's voluptuous body. She picked up a leather paddle, and swung it upwards, so that it thwacked loudly against Liz's bulging ass. Liz cried out, and felt the hot flush of pain and desire rush through her. Charlotte punished Liz for taking Sally first instead of her, for giving her friend sexual priority. When Liz's ass was red and glowing, she stopped, and dropped the paddle. Liz's eyes went humid as she saw nipple clamps in Charlotte's hands. They were velvet lined, but Liz knew that they were fearsomely tight. She felt a pang of fear in her belly spicing her lust. Charlotte let the jaws close around Liz's nipple. The older woman felt the pressure increase, the pain start, and her pleasure swell up. The second clamp bit her tender flesh, and she moaned piteously, but she was a long way from using her safe word. Charlotte looked down with a cruel smile as Liz squirmed. She casually flicked the clips, making Liz cry out. Her cunt was now sopping wet, and pouting. She felt the desperate hunger to be filled, the addiction that ruled her was taking over. Charlotte sensed this, and a bottle of lube appeared in her hand. She slowly massaged it onto her hands and Liz's cunt, making her yearn through the pain of the clamps. She made a fist and held it up to Liz. Then with one hand she parted the lips of Liz's cunt wide, while the other, the fist, fitted into the half-open orifice, wedging itself into the slippery notch with a sharp push. Liz gasped, and felt herself roughly opened by sharp knuckles, and whimpered. The nipple clamps bit into her teats as Charlotte's fist made the initial penetration. The pain made Liz bare her teeth in erotic agony. She was so wet the fist cruised straight into her, wriggling through her tensing muscles until it hit her cervix. Charlotte felt a special satisfaction in fucking this beautiful dominatrix. She knew that she was special to Liz because she could dominate her, a pleasure that few could share. Liz was big inside compared to Sally, her cunt able to relax to a roominess that was slightly unnerving to the relative beginner. Charlotte found little resistance or friction as she plunged and drew half her forearm in and out of Liz. She knew that as Liz had done to Sally, she would have to do to Liz. First she unfastened the clips from Liz's tits, and gave her a minute of gnashing pain in doing so. She brought her free hand to Liz's rippling vulva, and slid in the fingers next to her wrist. "You want it like this don't you... you're such a slut Liz... you really NEED two at once just so that you can feel it... Don't you? Liz?" She growled, as with a firm shove she sent her second hand into the capaciously welcoming cunt. Liz grunted, and strained in her bonds, making herself sway against the penetrating mass within her. It felt fantastic to be so helpless and so full. Charlotte quickly worked out how to interlace her fingers and make a double-fist. Liz hissed, and squirmed as her cunt was pumped with long slow thrusts, the double-fist sinking steadily deeper into her marvellous body. It was dizzyingly pleasurable to be taken like that... Sally found herself between the two men, a cock in each hand. They felt very nice... hard... hot... She kneeled on the floor, and with a sigh of contentment, took Floyd's big black shaft between her lips. It felt velvetty... she swirled her tongue over the exposed glans before dipping her head onto him so that he sank halfway in, to where her throat tightened. He filled her mouth so that she took a few moments to get used to the size. It felt great to have a cock in her mouth again. She hadn't given a blowjob to a man since the orgy! The cum that Charlotte had fed her was enough to awaken her appetite, and now she was feeling quite rampant for more! She pulled back and turned her head to John's cock, licking down the underside to his balls. They were like big warm eggs. She imagined all the cum swimming in them, wanting to flood her mouth... she hoped. While Sally took the men on an oral adventure, Charlotte was making Liz shriek by parting her wrists inside her rim, stretching it cruelly and then pumping hard to her cervix. It was exactly what Liz wanted. There was an underlying sensual savagery to Charlotte's love-making, and while Liz loved to fuck girl's like Sally, she loved to be fucked by girls like Charlotte, and there were precious few of those. She winced and yelped as Charlotte pulled back hard, dragging her double-fist right out to the widest part. Because of the stretching, she could take it. She felt the fist start to twist and turn, rim-riding her from the outside, and them, shudderingly, from within. Her nerve endings were stimulated to distraction, and she felt a wave of rapture wash over her. Not orgasm yet... she was holding on with that. Sally caught glimpses of Liz and Charlotte, as she swung her head from one cock to the other. She could taste their pre-cum on her tongue. Sucking their cocks was making her very horny again... she didn't know whether to have them fist her first, and then cum in her mouth, or just indulge herself and have a cum bath... But the men had ideas of their own. John was itching to fist the beautiful schoolgirl, and knowing from Liz that Sally was a cum-slut, he wanted to wait until he had recovered sufficiently from Charlotte to give Sally his semen. And Floyd had designs on the ass he had just seen having spasms on Liz's forearm. They picked Sally up between them, and kneeled her on the bed. John took the lube, and prepared Sally, Floyd's cock, and his own hands. Charlotte eased one of her hands out of Liz's cunt, and began to enter her ass. The last time she had done this she had been astonished at how deep Liz had taken her. She wanted to feel it again. And so did Liz. She cooed approvingly as she felt her anus being prised open. She made it pout and clench on Charlotte's fingers, helping them to enter. Charlotte had a rare instinct for fisting, and from the men she had just learned several lessons she would never forget. Her hand moved in a half an inch or so at a time, each relaxation of Liz's anus letting her widen it further, until, with a shuddering sigh from Liz, the rim surrendered, and now Liz had one fist in her cunt, and one in her ass. Sally, feeling deliciously woozy, felt slippery male fingers parting her labia, and then plunging into her wet heat. She was sloppy still from Liz, and John found little resistance to his swift advance. He loved the feel of freshly fisted young cunts, the softness, and elasticity was entrancing. He lingered over the entry once she started to stretch, and noted that she liked it that way a lot. A wide-girl in the making, he thought. Clever Liz, how did she spot them? Charlotte was finding Liz's depths. She had quickly located her inner sphincter, and nimbly opened it to let her hand through. Despite the other fist in her cunt, Liz could still relax enough to let Charlotte deep into her colon. She was a big girl, after all! The hunger was strong in her now, the envelope was about to be pushed... Sally squirmed her hips snakily, groaning with lust as John's hand cleared the rim and plunged into her teenage cunt. He felt it clinging to him moistly, a close, exquisite embrace of flesh and fist. She was much more open than Charlotte had been. It had taken a long reaming before he had got into her all the way, and never as deep as this. He drew out again, forced in, folding his fingers this time so that he went wrist deep. Sally felt the hardness and bulk of his masculine hand. It was new sensation. She jerked back onto him so that he punched her cervix with his knuckles. It made her quake on him, almost coming from the beautiful pressure. Charlotte had her left hand at the same place in Liz, while her right was exploring the twisting depths of the woman's ass. Half her forearm was in there now, and there did not seem to be an end yet. "Feel my cervix with your fingers... I want you in my womb!" Gasped Liz, desperately. She tried to dilate the entrance to her womb, to help Charlotte. The girl felt it, and probed, delightedly. She wanted to force her arms all the way into this gorgeous Amazon. She inserted one finger at a time, finding the fast pulse of the flesh assisting her. Liz kept as still as she could, panting, her hands clutched the ripped silk sheets spasmodically. "Oh it feels so beautiful..." she breathed, and then arched, yowling, as Charlotte sank her hand deeper into a woman's cunt than she dreamed possible! The pressure in Liz's vagina was incredible, it squeaked painfully over Charlotte's forearm, stretching around the thickening muscle until it was as deep as the arm in her ass. "Fuck me... FUCK ME NOW!!" Liz wailed. Floyd's cock was oozing in Sally's mouth, strands of pre-cum exciting her palate. John popped his fist out of her cunt, and screwed it hard back in again. Sally loved the raw power of it, her cunt trembling with pleasure. She almost gagged on the cock in her mouth as John pulled, and rammed again and again, boring her out mercilessly. But he wouldn't let her cum! "Would you like Floyd's cock in your ass now? Right up there in that tight little bum?" He asked her. "MMMmmmmppphhh... YES!" Sally cried, pulling her mouth from Floyd's rampant cock. Floyd straddled Sally, in front of John, who was keeping his fist inside the schoolgirl. He rubbed his glans around the lips of her slippery, distended cunt, and used the lubricant it provided to thrust his plum-sized glans into her rectum. She roared, and screwed up her eyes. She felt the shaft sear into her back passage, tightened to near agony by the fist in her cunt. But it was right. It was perfect. Floyd didn't stop until his balls were banging John's wrist, nine inches of black cock shish-kebabbing the teenager. She cawed with delight. It was the most wonderful sensation, to have that shaft of black manhood running parallel to the power of John's fist, stretching her until she squealed for the mercy of orgasm. "Let's both cum on her face at the same time!" Said John, thickly. Fisting this nymphet had his cock fit to bursting. "MMmmmm... YES... CUM ON MEEEEE!!! Shrieked Sally as she flung herself into the strange shapes of a mind-blowing climax. Floyd squeezed his cock hard to hold his cum back, and as Sally contracted on him for the fifth time, he pulled out. John flipped Sally over, his fist distending her belly as it turned inside her. He propped her so that he could reach her mouth with his cock. Her tongue was out already, seeking him. Floyd was the other side of her, on his knees, pumping his slick cock fast. John's hand was blurring on his shaft too. His fist gouged at Sally's cervix, compressing her womb, then starting to penetrate it. She bucked again, her eyes flew wide open from the shock of his fist sinking with lustful agony to the deepest of her. Then they came on her. She smiled as she saw the semen leap out at her. Her mouth was open, her eyes sparkling, she was utterly happy. She tasted the white juice as it slapped onto her lips, slathered her face with its pearly sheen, jet after jet giving her a shiny mask of living sperm. Gushes spurted into her throat, half-choking her so that she spluttered cum-bubbles outrageously, gurgling as she swallowed and regained her breath. She sucked the last half-spurts out of each man in turn, making them cum just that little bit more for her. Just for Sally. But Charlotte had other plans for Liz. To the older woman's surprise, she drew her hand out of the elongated cunt. She looked down with surrendering softness as Charlotte's fingers started to work alongside her forearm, widening Liz's bottom-mouth with firm pressure. Helpless in the sling, Liz threw back her head, moaning low. Charlotte smiled to herself. She knew she was really getting to Liz now. She forced her hand into Liz's swinging weight, and with a sudden slither, it entered, sliding down her wrist, alongside the other already buried deep. "Hurrr... Hurrrr... Hurrr...!!" Growled Liz, feeling her rectum expand with the deepening thrusts. The 'Fist' drug was meant for this, making the muscles and membranes slacken spectacularly. She glanced over at Sally, and saw that the same effect was letting John fist her cunt with half his hard muscled forearm. She gave herself up to Charlotte, closing her eyes, seeing the advance of the second hand as it eased into her colon. Charlotte was obsessed with finding Liz's true depths. At last her hands slid alongside each other, docking themselves in the tight, rippling, elastic tube. "Fuck me Charlotte... please fuck me!" Liz begged. The schoolgirl had her right where she wanted her. She dipped and probed with her pressed together fingers, finding her way around inner organs, sinking inexorably, deeper and deeper. Liz's asshole was outrageously stretched a full five inches in diameter. One more shove, and Charlotte had both her slim arms up to the elbow in pulsating woman-flesh. Liz roared, squirming in the sling, her movements making Charlotte reach her limits for a double fist. She felt a slow partial withdrawal, and then a breathless sinking, filling sensation as she was taken to the limit again. Charlotte pulled and thrust slowly until Liz had opened out enough for a more rhythmic fucking. It was weird, seeing her arms sliding into that incredibly dilated anus. It made her own ass squeeze and push in sympathy with the muscles that held her. Liz felt the swirling, dizzying start of an anal orgasm. Her cunt throbbed and pouted weirdly as the pumping dual fist in her ass stretched it open. Charlotte could see the rippling flesh, glistening, oozing female ejaculate. She bent her head, and ran her tongue around the swollen vulva, tasting her temporary slave. When she reached Liz's clitoris, it was the right moment. Her tongue vibrated fast over the red bud of crazed nerve endings until Liz shrieked. A spurt of girl-cum splattered Charlotte's face. She kept her arms deep, elbows pressed tight together, while Liz's ass muscles tried to expel her with mighty spasm. "AH GODDD!!! AHHHH!!! P...PUMP...PUMP MY ARSSSSSSEEE!!!" Shrieked the debauched beauty in the sling, helplessly in thrall to her ecstasy. Charlotte duly obliged, until every last electric jolt of orgasm was accounted for. Charlotte spent a long time easing her fists from Liz's body. Liz had tears rolling down her cheeks, and her body twitched awkwardly as the two clenched hands pulled back and back, to the wrists. Charlotte spread her fingers, and drew first one hand then the other from Liz's bowels. "Let me down... now..." Liz gasped urgently. John and Floyd left Sally licking her fingers, and expertly unstrapped their hostess, carrying her limp body to the bed. They lay her down tenderly, and massaged her cunt and ass with gentle male hands. Liz opened her eyes. They were deep, with huge pupils, there was a look of mystical greed on her face. John recognised it at once, and plunged a fist slick and easy into her gaping slit. Liz's alter ego had arrived, the she-beast who could only be satisfied be the extremest acts of sexual depravity. He pulled straight out, and sank the other fist into her ass. He let Floyd have a go. The black fist disappearing into white was entrancing. John beckoned Sally and Charlotte over, and they took turns too. Liz lay languorous and serene, purring as all four of them plundered her body, a fist always inside her, often more than one at time. They fisted her for a long time, until they were gliding into her in pairs, while she cooed, and scrabbled at the ripped silk sheets. She seemed to be slowly climbing towards some obscure goal, seeking at least a temporary release from the claws of her obsessional desires. The fists no longer satisfied her. She needed fresh stimulus. Then came the expected turn for the bizarre. Floyd, in all the activities had never actually removed his trousers. Now he knew the time was right. He wondered how the two school-girls would react. He slid one leg of his trousers off, and the other down to his knee. There was a strap and buckle round it that he unfastened. Then he grabbed his foot, twisted it firmly, and pulled it off. It was prosthetic, Floyd had lost his foot in a car accident when he was fourteen. His leg terminated in a smooth, shiny stump, with a neat scar line all where a flat of skin had been sewn over the rounded bone. The girls indeed gasped with shock. Floyd and Liz ignored them, their dance had begin. Liz kneeled on the floor, her ass near the bed, spreading her thighs wide, her cunt was still gaping open a little, and her asshole flexing outrageously. John took a bottle of lubricant, and dribbled it between Liz's buttocks, so that it ran down her anus and vulva. Floyd took the bottle and applied the oil to his stump and lower leg. "Oh Jesus..." breathed Charlotte, and Sally squeezed her hand. She knew too. "How is your leg these days Floyd?" Asked Liz, in a voice husky with nervous desire. Her ass felt so soft, so big and still so needy. Floyd could see in her eyes what she wanted, this goddess of love. It was something he had never even dared to dream until her met her. "I think it needs some of your medicine," Floyd said. "You are an incredible woman Liz, I doubt there is another like you on this earth!" He added, sincerely. "I could name a couple..." She smirked, "and so could you." Floyd's calf was thinner than on his complete leg, but it was still a mighty thickness for Liz's ass. She pushed her bottom into the air, the hole red, slippery, and half-gaping still from the arm-fucking. Her belly trembled as she felt the hardness of bone suddenly pressing against the rim. She was so high now, from the drugs, and especially from the double arm-fucking she had just received from Charlotte, that she had to bite her lips to keep from begging him to ram his leg into her. She grabbed a bottle of poppers and snuffed up a hit, pushing her ass back onto Floyd, as hard as she dared. They roared in harmony as Floyd's thick, black, slippery stump suddenly cleared the tightness of the rim, and plunged into Liz's astonishing anus. Floyd felt the sudden heat on his leg, and saw himself sliding deeper and deeper. This was weird beyond imagining, surely, and Liz had been the first woman who had thought of it, had been having him do it to her regularly for a couple of years now. "You crazy bitch... will anything satisfy you?" He cried, feeling her clenching and relaxing where his calf was thickening. "This is good... this is working... oh Floyd... I'm such a pervert... and you understand... yes Floyd... push... let my arse make your poor leg feel better..." Inch by inexorable inch Floyd's leg entered her bowels. Just the knowledge of what he was doing to her made Liz near-orgasmic. The sensations were so raw, so primal, a great shaft of man spreading her ass wider and wider as it got to the calf muscles, deeper and deeper, as the channel so well opened by Charlotte's arms trembled and surrendered to his footless leg. Liz had worked on her ass for years, training it to accept and enjoy objects that few people could have imagined. And here was this footless leg again, pushing, thrusting, opening her and filling her with bone and muscle. She bit her fist to keep from screaming. There was pain in her pleasure, but it was the hot pain of raw sex, and she could take a lot of that. She felt him so far up her that it was frightening, and squirmed away for a moment, panting, and mewing desperately. She grabbed the poppers, took a mighty hit, and began to fuck herself on that leg, swaying back and forth, feeling it start to slide in and out - so easy out, so tight in... Each thrust made her gasp and shudder in her soul. "Oh Liz... Liz... how in the hell... Oh Jesus... it feels better than the whole world..." Floyd cried, slowly pumping his leg in and out of his mistress's asshole. The orifice was rippling, sliding, riding up and down his leg, his calf was at its thickest where the rim refused to go further. Liz started to whimper in a high, tiny, bewildered voice. She never remembered until she arrived there what it was like when they got this far. She reached for her clitoris with a wavering finger, and closing her eyes to the outrageousness of it all, she sniffed a long hit of poppers. It was like a tide of lava inside her, thrusting, pushing against her as she screamed. She forced her tortured anus beyond its previous limits, grinding her hips back onto the mass of leg inside her. Her eyes blazed open, though they could not see. All was feeling, all was the pure sensation she adored in this intensity. She felt a kick of pain in her belly, but the rushing poppers transmuted it into desire and then bliss, as she knew she now held Floyd's footless leg to the knee!! They have never managed to get quite that far before... And on top of that, she came. Floyd was in ecstatic disbelief, he had his lower leg completely inside Liz!! It was too awesome to comprehend, but he knew that it was what she wanted; her gibbering, transcendent cries proved it. Liz felt herself implode and then blow apart, in the rush of a lifetime. Her body arced and spasmed as if it was in an electric chair. The gripping of her brutally extended rectum stretched through her bowels, far up into her colon, while it shuddered in her wildly palpitating heart as well, so close to that incredible thing inside her! She felt herself collapsing, blacking out and losing her strength as the spasms refused to relent. Floyd felt her starting to go, and as quickly but as carefully as he could, he drew his leg from her ass. She shivered, hard, sobbing and laughing all at once. She came out of the darkness, and rolled over on the floor, face tear-stained, and amazingly beautiful after her multiple orgasms. Her mouth was hanging open, and the first thing she saw was Floyd's dribbling cock. Despite feeding Sally just fifteen minutes ago, this amazing sexual feat had him rampant once more. "Oh Floyd... I'm so thirsty..." The she-beast murmured in Liz's voice. She rose unsteadily to her knees in front of Floyd, mouth already seeking. She could tell he was on the very edge of cumming already. "Take a sniff of Poppers Floyd... It'll make you feel some of what I felt," she said, passing him the bottle. Floyd unscrewed the cap, and took a sniff. Liz quickly pulled his slick black cock towards her, and gave it three, long, hard strokes. The poppers exploded in Floyd's head and cock, and with a roar of ecstasy, he let go. He looked down at her lovely face as he unleashed a torrent of cum at it. Thinner than before, but no less copious, it splashed her with fine pearls, poured down her nose and cheeks, and onto her waiting tongue. She felt the heat of his semen on her skin, as a spurt lashed her, flying into her hair in silvery strings. "YEAHHHHH!! Eat it Liz... eat my cum... c'mon... in your fucking beautiful mouth!!" Floyd wailed, and jerked as another jet leapt out, this time flying in a perfect arc into the back of her throat. Liz felt it fall on her tongue, and the salty flavour immediately infused her tastebuds. She kept her throat closed, gurgling a little as the next spurt started to fill her mouth. "Oh Baby... I can't stop COMMINNNNNNGGGG!!!" Floyd sobbed, watching the streams of love-cum pour into her sperm-swimming mouth. Liz let a little of it trickle down her throat, just for the flavour. After ten body-wenching spasms, Floyd's cock let out a last clear trickle. Liz had kept as much as she could in her mouth. A special treat for the slut who ruled her head. Winking at Floyd, Liz moved very carefully. She fumbled at her cunt, parting the lips, and them with a muffled groan, she sank her hand into herself, her wrist rubbing her clitty. This wasn't her final trick though. She pushed John back on the bed, mumbling and slopping a little cum from her lips. He had been with her at moments like this before, when the crazy sex-animal inside her woke up and demanded she perform her weirdest acts. She straddled his leg, right over his foot. Whipping her hand from her cunt,

CHARLOTTE & SALLY Charlotte and Sally almost shouldn't have been there at all, as it was an adults only event, and they were both barely eighteen. But they were there, at the Club X Birthday party, dressed in latex for Sally and leather for Charlotte. Sally had long, straight light brown hair, and Charlotte's was near black, cut in a Louise Brookes bob. Charlotte had deep, dark brown eyes, while Sally's were a startling pale blue Charlotte was an inch taller than Sally, at five foot six. Sally's costume was a one piece latex leotard, cut high on her hips, Charlotte wore a leather bra and hot pants, with leather and perspex greaves on her forearms and shins. This was going to be their first visit to a fetish club, and their first proper clubbing experience of Ecstasy. They were very nervous and excited. They looked about them in amazement at the incredible variety and originality of the costumes. People of all ages, though possibly none as young as them, were dressed in their special fantasy costumes. The girls wandered from room to room. There were erotic dancers in the bar, strange rituals and displays in the big dance room, and then there were the two dungeons. They had taken their first pills before they went in, and each had a spare tucked carefully away. After half an hour they both started to feel the first butterflies in their stomachs, as the E began to take hold. They looked at each other, happy, and frightened in equal measure. They were best friends, and had been since they were eleven years old. They knew pretty much what the other would be thinking and feeling, and they liked what they felt. "Let's go and dance until we're up," said Charlotte, who was starting to sway to the hard house rhythms coming from the big room. Feeling lighter-headed by the minute, they shook and gyrated, letting the sound wash over them in gorgeous warm waves. Fireworks were exploding with every beat, and when there was a sudden climax and break in the music, the girls found themselves locked in each other's arms, emotions pouring back and forth wordlessly. Charlotte could feel Sally's body against her own, and their flesh almost seemed to melt together. They looked deep into each other's eyes, and knew it was time to go and find out what fetish clubbing was all about. Charlotte led Sally from the big room. In the small dungeon a uniformed man was using a bullwhip on a tall blonde woman. He was obviously extremely expert, the lash of the whip snapped viciously against the woman's ass, making her yelp and strain on her frame. Her cries were for the pleasure she was gaining. It was a bit suddenly cruel for the girls, so they went upstairs to the larger dungeon. There the play was milder bondage and spanking, and in one corner, one woman fucked another with a large strap-on dildo. This was more like the girls had imagined. They found a couple of seats with a good view, and sat down. It was a relief, the E was very strong, and they were feeling otherworldly, floating on a blissful tide. They held hands and watched the two woman. The men were a bit frightening for them still. Edward saw the young girls as soon as they were at the top of the stairs. He was instantly bewitched by both of them. The taller one had TOP written all over her beautiful, curious face. The other had a look of sensual openness and softness that made him shiver to think of what she might be led to. He decided that he would offer his services as their slave. They could only say no, and Edward was used to that, although sometimes the unlikeliest people said yes... Edward was fifty three, average height, grey hair, his body still wasn't too bad for a man of his age, though parts of it were starting to sag. He had bowed to the inevitable, and accepted his own flaws, and that he could never have been considered handsome, nor ugly. He was an average man, with a very un-average imagination. He was a slave by nature when at play, though in the court-room where he was a successful barrister, he was anything but servile. The submissive side of his personality needed expression, and this was how he found his kicks. He would dress in a pair of tight leather shorts, put on a collar and chain, and offer himself to women to be used. He didn't even care if he had sex, as long as they treated him like a slave. He loved serving women of all ages, but tonight, he wanted the two young ones who tottered unsteadily across the room, and sat together, eyes glistening, smiling at what they saw, obviously stoned out of their teenage minds. He approached them, kneeled before them, and said. "I would like to serve you this evening. You can use me however you please, you have no obligations, but I would just like to watch you and do anything you want... anything!" It was a moment before the girls realised what the old bloke kneeling on the floor was saying. Charlotte caught on first, and turned to whisper to her friend. "He wants to be our slave... we could use him to carry our ciggies and water. He can run round for us all night... I think that might be cool. He looks pretty harmless, and the code in here is very strict, Mike told me. If he tried anything we didn't like, we just get him thrown out!" She said. Sally looked at the man. He looked almost old enough to be her grandfather. She wasn't disgusted though, partly because the E had broken down those kinds of barriers, and age did not seem relevant. She nodded. Why not indeed, after all they had come here for adventure, and already they had seen two women fucking, and now they had their own personal servant! They weren't feeling totally sexy yet, they were rushing too hard for that, but they were incredibly tactile. They couldn't stop touching each other's hands, and bare arms. The touch of skin on skin was quite entrancing. "Go and fetch us some water," said Charlotte, and Edward obeyed instantly. It was a struggle to get to the bar, but Edward fought his way though the crush, and got back to the girls just a few minutes later. To his delight, the girls were in tender embrace, kissing each other's lips and faces like perverted little Angels! Edward stood in front of them, waiting until they noticed him. He was getting hard at the sight of their beauty. When they broke, Sally saw him, and reached out for her water. Edward gave it to her, and offered a cigarette to Charlotte. The night passed in a dream for Edward. The girls led him around with them, leaving him on the edge of the dance-floor while they got into the music, and all the while, they were forever touching, kissing, and stroking each other. Once they realised how much Edward was getting off on it, they did it more, and it made them start to get genuinely very horny. Sally looked into Edward's eyes as Charlotte pulled the top of her leotard aside enough to free a small, berry-nippled breast, that she sucked on ravenously. Then they decided to go back to the dungeon. It was getting later, and as people got higher and wilder, they thought something exciting might happen there. Edward found them seats, and waited, watching their every move. They had been right. Just as they settled, a little show began nearby. A man tied another onto a frame, pulled down his leather trousers, and began to rub lubricant onto his ass. He lubricated his own hand, and as the girls watched in stupefied amazement, he fed his fingers into the welcoming orifice. A few moments later the tied man arched, and pushed down with his hips. The whole hand slid deep into his ass. Sally let out a little scream, and clutched Charlotte's thigh. Charlotte felt a powerful warmth and wetness glowing in her cunt. They had been looking for adventure, and this looked like the greatest of them all. They both, simultaneously knew that they had found their niche, that corner of the world of sex that suited them, that they were born for. Edward saw their reaction, and his blood pounded so hard with excitement he felt dizzy. He hadn't often seen that look before, that naked, inspired curiosity mixed with over-powering desire. The girls' mouths were hanging open, their eyes following every nuance, as the men fisted, the bottom taking half his top's forearm into his body. His cock was flexing, oozing pre-cum, his eyes were lost in lust. Charlotte made a decision, and stood up. She spoke to the Top. "Will you teach me how to do that?" She asked, with e-inspired confidence. The Top looked at Charlotte, seeing her daring eyes, her challenge, and her willingness. He smiled as he kept slowly thrusting in and out. She couldn't really be serious, but he'd play her along for a while. "Top or bottom?" He asked. "Um... Top... there's my friend you see..." Charlotte replied. "Make Charlie cum. Suck his cock, and if you swallow his cum nicely, we'll talk about it. By the way, I'm Tom." He said. This would surely put her off. "I'm Charlotte." Said Charlotte. She caught Sally's eye, and beckoned her over. "Suck Charlie's cock, and Tom will tell us what we need to know," she said. Tom was very impressed. So the girl really was a Top! She had made exactly the right move. Perhaps they would be worthy pupils... Sally looked into Charlotte's eyes, and for the second time in her life, felt the joy of submission. She nodded, and then she kneeled in front of Charlie, and looked up at him. He saw her through his waves of pleasure and pain. He was bi, and to see an adorable young girl open her mouth for his beseeching cock was a welcome and glorious thing. He groaned in his soul as Tom pushed even deeper, before pulling out all the way, and resting his clenched fist against the half-open asshole. He screwed it hard into the resisting anus, as Charlie plunged his cock between Sally's ruby lips. The blend of pleasure was exquisite. Tom pulled out again, and pushed it back up. Charlie let out a hoarse cry, he was losing control. Small female hands clutched his balls, milking them. The third time Tom plunged his fist into Charlie's bowels, it sent the ecstatic Bottom into the throes of orgasm. His cock was tightly encased in young Sally's mouth, jets of cum squirting against the back of her throat. She tasted the thick salty gush, and managed not to gag, but worked on it, swallowing it in rhythm with the big spurts. After what seemed forever, the streams stopped, and gasping for breath, she lifted her head. Just one little trickle of cum dribbled down her chin. She felt it, and scooped it off with a finger, which she licked, before smacking her lips. She grinned up at Charlie, was just feeling the pain of the final withdrawal. "AAAHHH!!" He cried, as his ass expelled the fist in a rush. He looked down at Sally, who was still massaging his softening cock, and licking the last drops from its tip. He saw Charlotte bend down to Sally, and kissing her before she could swallow again, took some of his semen for herself. In his post-orgasmic daze Charlie, like Edward before him was bewitched by the angelic perversity of the teenage girls. When they stood up, Tom un-strapped Charlie from the frame. He looked down at the two beautiful, excited girls. "This is big grown-up stuff we're talking about here - its not child's play," he warned them. Seeing how young they were, he was already having second thoughts. "Don't patronise us, we are NOT children... we're young, granted, but we're legal, and I'm pretty sure we know what we want. We didn't know until we saw it, but we know now." Said Charlotte. "She's right," said Sally. The taste of Charlie's cum was still on her palate. Sucking his cock had made her incredibly aroused. She was unconsciously squeezing and relaxing her thighs to give herself more pleasure and relief. It was like a door had opened in her mind, one that she had been knocking on since she hit puberty. She had a need inside her that had never really been fulfilled, and she knew that Charlotte felt just the same, that was partly why they loved each other, they sensed they were travelling the same road. Sex had never been difficult for either of them, they both liked it, loved it even, wanted it often, but so far it had not reached their souls, and they knew that in some special way it should. And not with hearts and flowers, but with the power and beauty of a pouncing tiger. They had had hints, dark messages from their bodies that the ordinary was not enough. Boys of their own age were good for little but the most temporary relief. As for girls, they had each other, and their experiments hinted a great deal, but they needed knowledge, and knowledge was what Tom had. His friends too, because Charlotte knew that they had to be part of the scene that under-scored this whole event. There were many here just for the thrill of attending, for the costumes, as voyeurs, and sex-tourists, but there was a core of confirmed perverts who inspired the rest. They were the performers and organisers, and Charlotte knew she and Sally had to get in with them to find out if their desires were real. Edward had almost cum on seeing his mistresses issuing their challenge to one of the masters of the scene. His little Sally had drunk down Charlie's cum like milk, and was still smiling. Charlotte and Tom were deep in conversation. He prayed that they would remember him, and that he would not be left behind. That happened quite often when his mistresses had a better offer. "So you definitely want to be players," said Tom, after Charlotte had explained as best she could their need for experimentation in such extremes. "Definitely yes," said Charlotte, Sally nodded, and squeezed Charlotte's hand. "In public or private?" The idea of exposing themselves to the eyes of the crowd was both exhilarating and terrifying. "You mean... here? Now?!?" "If you want, but I meant do you want a private session, or a party situation - or indeed here and now, if you dare." Tom could see the girls wavering over the decision, possibly the biggest of their lives so far. To throw in their lot with the hedonists, irrevocably announcing themselves as proud perverts, or to take it in gentler steps. Tom noticed that a small crowd had gathered, anticipating something involving these two near-nymphets. Some had seen Charlie's fisting, with its oral finale, and the word had spread. He continued: "In fact, I could teach you, Charlotte, enough to see if this urge of yours can possibly reach full fruition. The offer is here and now, or not at all. Its up to you." He hadn't meant to put the pressure on them like that, but he was a Top, after all was said and done. And he wanted them to be absolutely certain of their decision. Sally looked at Charlotte, her eyes soft with desire. "I want to..." She husked. "We want you to teach us... now." Said Charlotte, her heart thumping wildly at the courage of her decision. She knew deep down that even though they were still very high on E that it was not an E decision, it was from the guts, from the heart. "Have taken anything bigger than the average cock before?" Tom asked. "We've been using cucumbers..." Said Sally, blushing. "Well that's a reasonable start. How far did you get?" "Um... we did measure... I took just over... nine inches," Sally was bright red by now. "Good, very good in fact. There shouldn't be too many problems then. I assume you know how to use Poppers," Tom added. He was impressed. Nine inches of an average cucumber was more than enough to give reasonable expectation of success. He had often started with far less. "We've tried poppers - but not with sex," said Charlotte. "Amyl Nitrate can be extremely useful for what we are about to do. It makes the tensest muscles relax for a few seconds, and increases the desire for penetration. And it can make you cum phenomenally hard." Said Tom. He looked around at the crowd. Now it was late, it was the real perverts who tended to hang on, and they were the main audience. They would love this. "One more time. Are you both SURE?" He asked. "YES!" The girls chorused, with enthusiasm. They were casting their fates to wind. Where would it leave them at the end of the night? "OK, now, don't act, don't try and put on a show, just make love, and I'll guide you. Your slave can do the Poppers for Sally. Now, will you want her tied or free?" "Tied!" Blurted Sally. The man helpless on the frame had awoken the masochist in her, turning her on almost as much as the actual fisting. She wanted to be violated, albeit willingly, while helpless and vulnerable. Paying no attention to the now large audience, Tom and Charlotte unzipped and peeled off Sally's latex leotard. She was naked, except for her high heels. They made her spread her arms and legs, and pushed her forwards onto the T-shaped bondage frame. Sally felt her free will vanishing as her wrists were shackled to the cross bar. Her breasts were either side of the upright, her nipples tightly erect as her naked body adjusted to the temperature of the room. She felt Charlotte's hands on her bottom, and whimpered. She tensed herself in readiness, and then yelped as Charlotte smacked the silky, round globes. They both enjoyed spanking games, Sally especially. She found it got her incredibly aroused very quickly. Being spanked on E added a whole new dimension... She was moist already, and that swiftly became trickling wetness. Then the touch was to her actual cunt. It was almost a relief after the anticipation. She had known that at some point tonight her pussy was going to need serious attention. This was it. She turned her head awkwardly, and saw Tom holding out a latex surgical glove for Charlotte to slide her hand into. It somehow made everything more real. Sally swallowed. Her mouth was dry, and a flutter of panic made her shudder. "Can I have some water please?" She asked. Edward was there in seconds, holding the bottle to her lips. He smiled at her, worshipfully. "You are remarkable girls," he said. "It is an honour to serve you." His comforting tone stilled her unease, and then the sensation of lubrication being applied to her vulva made her sigh and squirm. It really was delicious! Sally whimpered as the first finger entered her. It felt so slippery. It was very quickly joined by two more. Since they had discovered stretching, three was really the minimum these days! Charlotte was still on familiar territory, apart from the gloves. Tom had advised her to wear them on both hands, in case she had to change, or wanted to take things further. She slid three fingers into her friend's rapidly softening cunt. She envied Sally the ease with which she could let herself open. Her own cunt was slower and tighter, though it nearly always reached the same goal. She looked forward to trying it with poppers... "Make your fingers into a cone - like this," Tom demonstrated. Charlotte tucked her thumb in as it had been shown to her. Sally felt her cunt starting to stretch. She bit her lower lip, and tried to relax her muscles. The image of Tom's hand sinking into Charlie's ass filled her mind and made her yearn. "Yessss..." She hissed, as Charlotte twisted the cone from side to side. She was a strong girl, and their was starting to be power in her thrusts. "Keep it steady... not too hard... nice and slow... she's doing well..." Said Tom. Though he preferred men to women, he had to admit that these two were something special. "Explore her inside... feel round and you'll find where to go next." "Oh... yes... I think I've got it!" Said Charlotte, feeling a soft space with her fingertips. Sally's cunt was tight around her fingers, near their tops. Would you like some poppers now?" Edward asked Sally. "Mmmmm... please..." Groaned Sally, her hips were moving with Charlotte's insistent rhythm, she felt that it was the right moment, a deep new excitement made her rush on her E. Everything was so intense and wonderful, and then Edward held the poppers under her nose. She sniffed deeply, felt her heart start to pound wildly, and then a great wave of sensation and delight surged through her. Charlotte felt the sudden slackness. "Quick! NOW!" Cried Tom. "AAAHHHH!!!!! YEEESSSSSSS!!" Shrieked Sally as her hips snaked down, and Charlotte's hand squeezed past the rim, slithering into her waiting cunt. It gave her a fullness that at first was almost unbearable, she felt gossamer stretched inside, and it hurt right up on her cervix, but it was the pain of a caressed bruise. She panted breathlessly, and a single tear rolled down her enraptured face. "See if you can move your fingers a little... I want you to try and fold them..." Said Tom, his cock hardening in his hand. The crowd was almost silent. The strange ambient music had been turned down low, so that they could hear the players. They knew they were witnessing something special. Charlotte instinctively drew her hand back a little, and found that her fingers seemed to naturally fold themselves. Sally cried out, and shook as the fist formed in her aching tunnel. "Wait until she's ready... Edward... give her some more Poppers..." Sally sniffed luxuriously, and waited in hot anticipation for the madness to begin again. It took about five seconds. "Now start to fuck her with your fist... slowly... twist it a little... that's good... see how her vulva moves... that means she's very elastic... pull back... make her open up around you... oh she's good... she's very good!" Tom enthused. Sally was moving sweetly to the fisting, an inscrutable smile on her face. She felt her cunt loosening, letting the fist pump deeper than before... And that delicious stretching sensation when Charlotte pulled back... "I want you to carefully unfold your hand, and slide it out," Said Tom, huskily. He was getting very turned on. Half the men in the audience had their cocks out, and were handling or wanking them. The room was starting to smell strongly of sex. Charlotte did as she was told, and her hand slid quickly out. Sally gasped, and was suddenly empty. "I want it back inside me... I want your fist to open me again!" She groaned. "Take it easy Sally... there's plenty of time," said Tom. "Charlotte... do everything like you did before, but work on her width some more. You'd like to feel your girlfriend's fist sliding in and out, wouldn't you?" He continued. "Y... yes... please..." Said Sally. It was so what she wanted. She and Charlotte had been playing stretching games for a long time, not knowing that this was where they were heading. They had just been handed their holy grail. This time Sally's cunt opened much more easily. Charlotte was able to sink her hand inside with just three strong, twisting thrusts. She folded her fingers as she entered, and saw Sally's vulva slide down to her wrist. The brief respite had given her the chance to relax. She didn't even need poppers. "Do you want to come yet?" Asked Tom, solicitously. "No... I want to carry on... I want to feel more first," came the firm reply. "Good girl... you're doing just fine..." said Tom. He could tell that maybe not tonight, maybe not for a while, but quite soon he would be able to fist-fuck this Sally too. "She's getting nice and supple now... take your hand out, and put your other hand in... swapping them will give her different sensations... do it every half a dozen thrusts, and see how she takes to that," he instructed. "And give her some poppers... she's going to learn how to fly!" Sally gratefully inhaled the drug. Charlotte waited for the slackening and then pulled her right hand out, she waited until Sally's cunt had almost closed, and then plunged the left hand in. Sally wailed, she couldn't hold her tongue any more. She had barely recovered when the left hand slipped out again, paused, and the right gouged deep. She could tell the difference, it was true. Her cunt was so hot and sensitive from the fucking that she started to shudder, her body contorting as each hand filled her in turn. She lost track of time, and just concentrated on the overwhelming sensations spreading from her cunt, through her nerves to every part of her being. She didn't hear Tom's next instruction. "Next time keep you fist closed when you pull it out. Twist it where its tightest, and then push it back. When she's ready... and you'll know when that is... take your fist right out, and then open her with it." Charlotte was in a trance of lust. Tom's words were her bible. Everything he said had come to pass. She obeyed to the letter, feeling the resistance melting as she turned her fist in the portal. He was right. She sensed the moment, eased her fist the rest of the way out, and without a pause screwed it hard against the closing labia. Sally almost came. She felt the power of the fist outside her body, and then inside her body. "Ooooff!" She panted as it sank to her womb. "Again... AGAINNNN!!" She cried even as the fist bottomed out. She just had to feel that fiery bliss again. Charlotte needed no more help from Tom. She almost tore her fist out, and rammed it hard. Sally was moving like a feline beast, her spine curving and flexing as she found that she could use her internal muscles to help push and pull the fist in and out. Suddenly she knew she had to be free to feel this properly. "Untie me... I've got to kneel down... I want to move onto you!" She gasped. Edward and Tom quickly unstrapped her wrists, and half carried her to the padded bench in the middle of the room. The crowd parted for the players. There were pools of semen on the floor, and people were starting to go further. Cried and moans told of sex happening everywhere. Sally was on all fours, her ass pertly pushed up. Charlotte put her gloved fist to the glistening, swollen vulva. "P... poppers... please..." Panted Sally. Edward fed her nose instantly. Charlotte started to lean her weight on her rigid arm. Sally's head went back, eyes blazing, mouth an 'O' of wonder. She squirmed her hips, and there was a cheer as Charlotte sank back into where she was needed most. Charlotte fucked her inside for a minute to get her re-accustomed to it. She tested Sally's cunt by pulling back, and her fist oozed out. She felt Sally push back onto her, sucking the fist back inside. It was the most incredible thing either of them had ever experienced. Sally heard someone say: "look... she's getting deeper... its past the wrist!" And she knew it was true. She was deeper, wider, more complete ... "Sally... I know what you need... you've got to ride Charlotte's fist. She'll hold it steady, I'll help her brace it, then ride it... on and off... you can choose your own pace!" Said Tom. "And... and then I'll come..." Whispered Sally, to herself. The Ecstasy gave her energy and rhythm, Charlotte's fist was her fulcrum, her pivot. She nuzzled her cunt onto Charlotte's knuckles, and jerked herself over them, then off. On, off, in, out, deep, empty, full... Edward was hovering nearby with Poppers. She looked up at him, her eyes pleading. He understood, and dosed her generously. Sally said goodbye to her old self and hello to a new creature, made by fist. "Hunh... HUH.... HUUNHH... HUUNNHHH!!" She gasped. The crowd were clapping in her rhythm, those that weren't masturbating or coupling. Sally heard it without knowing what the sound was. She was in a world of pumping flesh, pulsing and throbbing towards ecstasy. She was fucking herself on Charlotte's arm, her vulva slithering over wrist-bones with a couple of inches to spare. Her sensations clustered in her groin. One touch was all it would take... "FIST ME FIST ME FIST ME!!!" She roared, suddenly freezing in a quivering mass of tensely sexed muscle and flesh. Charlotte instantly blurred her fist in and out of her friend's cunt, and in a telepathic flash knew the moment. She plunged to the very limit, and with her free hand, vibrated a finger over Sally's incredibly distended clitoris. The screams brought chills to the audience's blood, and sent many over the edge into orgasms of their own. Charlotte felt the incredible spasms gripping her from fist to forearm. It was moment of triumphant sensuality. Sally was weeping and dribbling, her makeup streaked, her body shining with perspiration. Her breasts jiggled and bounced as she swung and swayed on that awesome body-filling sensation that she instantly dubbed a fist-gasm, and to which she was already helplessly addicted. The cheers were whole-hearted in their admiration and gratitude. Sally had given her first fisting to nearly a hundred people, men, women, and those in between. Charlotte stayed inside her, gently massaging her back down from her peak. She saw Edward just in front of her, his kind face looking at her with a loving expression. She saw his cock, hard and dripping pre-cum. Charlotte was easing her hand back as Sally took Edward in her mouth. She sucked languidly, and then, tasting him, harder. He came almost at once, then held her head as he spurted his semen down her throat with stunning force. He was her slave for life now. She swallowed as Charlotte finally slid out, and was then enfolded in Tom and Edward's arms. Charlotte saw Tom's cock starting to cum, and with devilish need, she pounced on it, and wanked him furiously so that he shot his copious, long held back spunk all over her face. Tom yelled in ecstasy at this unexpected bonus. What fun he would have with his new playmates! The audience waited until the players had recovered, and then crowded round, offering their congratulations. Sally felt so warm and happy. Her cunt was tender and throbbing still, but it hadn't seemed to suffer any ill-effects. She managed to get back into her leotard with Edward's help. Charlotte was still totally wound up with sexual need. Tom's cock cumming on her had only inflamed her further. Her hands, freed from their rubber gloves were flexing and curling in remembrance of where they had recently been. She took a proffered towel, and wiped her face. Edward gave her a fresh bottle of water, and a cigarette. She smoked nervously, listening to the crowd as they told her how sexy it had been. Sally looked at her, and saw the raw frustration in her eyes. "Oh you poor thing... here's me done to a turn, and you've not even come yet..." Sally said to her friend, taking her in her arms, and holding her tight. She felt very loving and close to Charlotte, as never before. She wanted to see Charlotte as happy as she herself felt. "Would you like me to try and fist you now? Or would you like it somewhere more private." She whispered in to Charlotte's ear. Charlotte shuddered at the words 'fist you now.' She tried to decide. When she had fisted Sally, it had been so spontaneous, triggered by Tom and Charlie. Now it felt like they would be putting on a real show, and knowing that she was tighter than Sally made her feel a little nervous of actually succeeding. Tom sensed that there was something going on. He guessed what the problem probably was, and he had an instant solution. "There's an after party in the small room - just players, a couple of dozen of us. If you can wait another hour, that room will be closed to the public. You could maybe... refresh yourselves, and join us there?" Charlotte, pressing her leather clad cunt hard against Sally's thigh, wondered if she could wait that long. "Let's go to the ladies loo and clean up..." She husked, giving Tom a look he thought meant they would be there when the time came. "Edward - come on!" Said Charlotte, taking his lead, and departed with her slave and girlfriend in tow. Leaving Edward outside, Sally and Charlotte locked themselves in a cubicle, and for the first time since the fisting, they were alone together. "You were fantastic Sally... I couldn't believe how you just went with everything Tom said. I felt you stretching and stretching and it almost made me come just from the way your cunt gripped my hand." "But you did it so perfectly, each time I thought 'this is it,' you just took me further. It was the most intense orgasm I've ever had. I so want to feel you coming on me like that," said Sally. The girls were still holding each other, still feeling loved up, though it was fading now. "Shall we take our other pill?" Asked Sally. "I think we should..." said Charlotte. Being so close to Sally was making her want sex more and more. They both swallowed their pills, and then Charlotte pulled off her G-string. "I... I think I'll enjoy the party more if I know how it feels to have your hand inside me already." She said, no longer the Top, just a girl who was very horny, and a little bit shy. Sally smiled. For a change, she was the one who would have to lead. "Just a moment," she said. Sally left the cubicle, and found Edward, waiting faithfully. "Edward, go and find us some lubricant, and bring it back as fast as you can. We're in the third stall." She ordered him. Edward obeyed Sally joyfully. It was a very long time since a mistress who had treated him to oral sex. Sally only remembered that she had sucked Edward's cock as she returned to the cubicle. She remembered Charlie's better, because that was where it had begun. He had had such a lot of cum, too... Sucking cock was definitely one of Sally's biggest weaknesses. Despite the dangers, she could rarely resist. Charlotte let Sally in again, and giggled because she was stark naked. Sally looked at her friend lovingly, her eyes drinking in the breasts, thighs, and cunt and ass she had explored so often since they first discovered sex together at the age of thirteen. Charlotte still turned her on more than anyone else she had ever met. She felt her tired cunt twinge and throb as her fingers began the familiar journey down Charlotte's tummy, and into the dark thicket of her pubic hair. Charlotte was still sopping wet with arousal, and Sally quickly slipped three inside the familiar flesh. Charlotte sobbed with need, and slid down until she was sitting on the edge of the toilet seat, with Sally between her legs on the floor. It was rather awkward. "I think it'll be easier if you turn round and I try it from behind. It was incredible when you did it to me that way," suggested Sally. At that moment there was knock at the door, and a low voice said: "Mistress Sally, I have what you asked for. And Mr. Tom sent a bottle of Poppers too. He says he still hopes to see you both later." Sally opened the door, allowing Edward a good long look at Charlotte in her nakedness. "Oh THANK you mistresses!" He said, fervently. "Now you must wait for us again Edward, there isn't room to swing a pussy in here!" Said Sally, with a grin. She took the bottle of lube, and the poppers, before closing the door on his beseeching face. "Quickly... I want to come so much... I want you inside me...!" Gasped Charlotte. She had turned around, and was gripping the shelf above the cistern, her legs parted and braced. Sally saw her cunt-lips pouting and flexing in eagerness. She felt a surge of new-born desire as she lubed her hand, and made the cone shape with her fingers, the way Tom had taught Charlotte. "Oh Yesssss...." Sighed Charlotte, feeling herself being stretched open at last. She had been imagining this moment for over an hour. She tried to relax as best she could, to let Sally in, but her excitement was making her tense up each time Sally pushed harder. "Do some poppers - it felt amazing when you were fisting me," said Sally, encouragingly. She couldn't bear the thought of not getting her hand inside her friend. Charlotte felt a surge of lust even before she sniffed the drug. The fumes hit her brain just as Sally screwed her hand hard into her cunt. There was moment of incredible tightness, and then Charlotte let out a cry of triumph. Sally's hand was sliding, creeping, over the rim! Sally felt a sympathetic spasm in her own cunt as she just managed to enter her friend. This was such a good feeling, being able to share the pleasure she had so recently discovered. She started to curl her fingers as soon as they were inside, so that Charlotte could feel the awesome sensation of the real fist. Charlotte was trembling, moaning, trying not to scream from the pain and delight. She sniffed at the poppers again, and let the drug sweep her away. Her hips squirmed instinctively downwards, and Sally's fist sank the rest of the way in. "I'm wrist deep in you darling... isn't it incredible?" Sally Exclaimed. "Y... yessssss... AAHHH!!" Cried Charlotte, unable to stifle herself as a spasm tried to force Sally's hand out, but only succeeded in taking her a little deeper. All those work-outs with cucumbers were really paying off, she realised in a flash of clarity. She reached for her clitoris, and yelped as she touched it. It was too sensitive, and yet she had to do it some more, because Sally was starting to fuck her with tight little in and out thrusts that felt as if they would turn her inside out. She felt amazing heat welling up in her cunt, and warm wave that had her goose-pimpling and shivering. The E was coming up, and she was about to come! Sally felt Charlotte tightening and relaxing on her fist as she pushed and pulled, and knew she was getting close. She speeded up, and twirled her wrist in the slippery 'O' of Charlotte's vulva. Charlotte started to make a high keening sound like a kettle coming to the boil. Her finger vibrated on her clitoris like a hummingbird's wing, and she felt herself dropping as the orgasm hit her, so strong, so intense, so pure in its E fuelled bliss. Sally stayed deep, thrusting into the spasms, resisting the contractions that squeezed her fist in a vice-like grip. "AAHH!! AAAAHHHHHHHhhhh!!" Shrieked Charlotte, losing control, forgetting that she was in a toilet cubicle at a club. A moment later a face looked over the top, female, her eyes shocked and delighted at what she saw. Two young girls, one with her fist buried in the other, who was having seizures of rapture, her hips snaking and bucking on the thickness of the first girl's wrist. It made her night. Sally felt Charlotte starting to come off the peak, and very gently unfolded her fingers as she tugged her hand slowly out. Her tummy lurched at the sexiness of Charlotte's cunt releasing her. The sight of it made her want to see how she looked when she was being fisted. And to feel it again... The flutters of E were refreshing her senses. Charlotte was sobbing a little from the beauty of it. Her cunt felt open, hot, bruised, and gloriously used. She stumbled round, and the girls hugged in the loving closeness that seemed to get better every time. They looked into each other's eyes. "Do you still want to go to the after party with Tom?" Sally asked. She was very unsure. She had had something so wonderful, and she had been able to share it with Charlotte. Was it a good idea to reach even higher still? But, on the other hand, she was getting giggly rushes again, and her nerves were twitching for stimulation. There was a heat growing in her tummy, spreading through her lower body, a melting, tempting, yearning sensation that had taken Charlotte's fist to ease it, the last time... Without realising, she made a low, hungry sound in her throat. Charlotte smiled at her, teeth dazzling, and nudged her thigh between Sally's. Sally sagged onto it, and gave a lop-sided grin by way of reply. In perfect synchronisation, they nodded. Edward met them at the door, an expression of relief rushed over his kind face when they told him to lead them to the party room. There was an encouraging patter of applause when they appeared. Quite a few of the players had witnessed Sally's first fisting. Tom was there, welcoming them with open arms. They cuddled up to him. He was so strong, with his barrel chest, and stocky body. Charlotte squeezed his arm. "Wow! Even your muscles have muscles!" She giggled. "Sally just fisted me in the ladies loo," she whispered into Tom's ear. Tom laughed, and kissed Charlotte on the mouth. "I kind of guessed something like that would happen. I couldn't imagine you going home without having done it at least once!" He said. "You girls are just full of surprises. I half-thought you'd sneak off once you'd both had your jollies," he continued. "We took another pill each and it made us want to stay," Said Sally, joining in. "I'm very glad you decided to stay, because now I can make an announcement that rather depended on you being here," said Tom enigmatically. He clapped his hands loud, stifling the chatter, and spoke. "We've got a couple of very special people here tonight," said Tom to the other guests. "Charlotte and Sally are brand new to us, but after their fisting show upstairs a little while ago, I think all who witnessed it would agree that they are star players, so - and with the memory of a couple of greedy little mouths guzzling up anything that came their way - literally - I would like to give them Fritz. Most of you know Fritz, the man with the biggest cum shot in the world! And here he is.... Say Hello, girls - he's all yours!" A powerfully muscled young man who had the curly haired appearance of a naughty faun stepped out from behind a screen. He had incredibly wide shoulders, a narrow waist, stocky legs, and a magnificent nine inch cock, already standing up at a proudly erect angle from his body. Charlotte looked at Sally, Sally's eyes were transfixed at the sight of him. She had a none too secret passion for sucking cocks and drinking cum that only her fear of STD's stopped her from having serious bouts. Charlotte was a cum fan too, though not as whole-heartedly. Outside of making love with Charlotte, sucking cocks was Sally's favourite kind of sex. Charlotte told her that it was a sort of inversion. By submitting to the male desire for blowjobs, she was actually gaining power over men, because a man can never say no with his cock in a pretty girl's mouth. Ipso facto Sally the sub was in fact dominating her men. It was Charlotte who was the initiator though, and several times when playing mind-games with Sally she had ordered her friend to suck designated boys off after school. The gift of Fritz was just about the most perfect thing the girls could have had. Charlotte looked him up and down appraisingly. She was very taken with his cock, and after that his wickedly twinkling blue eyes. She even checked his hands, but quickly decided that they were far too large for the likes of her and Sally to accommodate, if any woman actually could! She walked up to him, took his cock in her right hand, and shook it, formally. "Hi, I'm Charlotte, and I'm very glad to make your acquaintance," she said, cheerfully. She was rising on her E, feeling exuberant. "This is my friend Sally, and she's even happier to meet you than I am, because she's such a cum-slut." She added, with a dazzling grin. "Just one question..." She began. "Yes, I can cum more than vunce," said Fritz, grinning back at the two alarmingly pretty English girls. Fritz was Austrian, but had lived in the US for the past five years. His English was pretty good, though accented. This was generally the first question cum-worshipping women asked. Fritz had been on the scene since he was twenty-five. He was now thirty-two, and with careful attention to diet, technique, and special exercises made up for him by a worshipping female doctor, he had increased his output by fifty percent on average, and could recover sufficiently for three orgasms over the course of an evening. If there was an entry for semen production in the Guinness Book Of Records, Fritz would have walked it. What he had seen as a handicap when he was growing up had become his greatest asset, and the source of his quite considerable income. Tonight was a freebie, though. His friend Tom had set him up many times with lucrative and enjoyable partners, and this was by way of a thank you. And the girls Tom had just introduced him too were not the usual hardened hedonists. They could hardly be out of school yet, if indeed they were. They looked fresh, beautiful, and obviously very horny, and very stoned. He liked them at once. He read Sally's greater need straight away. Tom had told him a little of their fisting session earlier. He rarely found women capable of taking his hard muscled hand, and he didn't expect these two to surprise him in that quarter. He hoped they would do some fisting though, because he found it incredibly arousing to watch. His wishes would ALL be fulfilled, in time. Sally was actually struck by shyness, despite the confidence the E had given her. She found herself craving for a taste of him, but hadn't Charlotte's nerve to just grab him by the cock and suck him in front of thirty or so people. "Can we do it together the first time?" She whispered to Charlotte. But her friend was getting into Top mode, and grabbing Sally round the back of the neck, pushed her down onto her knees in front of Fritz. "You can do it all by yourself, and we're going to watch," said Charlotte, with a harsh little laugh. Sally felt a shudder of fear and excitement. It was beginning again. She no longer had control of events, and had to just hope that somewhere down the line someone would know when to stop. She looked up at Fritz, who was smiling down at her. "I just know you're going to enjoy this," he said. "I can see it in your eyes... and I promise I'll be careful if you start to choke" He told her. Sally smiled back, and Fritz saw her teeth were exactly the same pearly white colour as his cum. Perhaps it was an omen! "I've never choked yet - but there's always hope," giggled Sally, and then, closing her eyes, she slid her lips over Fritz's large purple glans. Straight away, drops of pre-cum were on her tongue, and she tasted him. He was oddly sweet... delicious even... Her shyness melted as quickly as the droplets on her tongue, and very soon she was working his cock and balls with her hands while her mouth opened as wide as it could to try and take him deeper. She had taken a few average sized cocks down her throat, but Fritz was a different matter. He was longer and thicker than anything she had encountered before. It was certainly a challenge, and one that Charlotte urged to her take on. "Go on Sally-slut... let him fuck your mouth! You love them to fuck your sexy little mouth don't you!" She urged. A woman came up behind her, and put a hand up her skirt, cupping her still moist, slippery cunt. Charlotte looked round and saw a beautiful woman in her early thirties. She was statuesque, elegant... She had red hair cut a little like Gillian Anderson, and unusually high cheekbones. She smiled at Charlotte dreamily. "Can I play with you while you help your friend?" She asked. "I'm Liz... I saw you two earlier... it was wonderful... the way... she rode your fist... and it was her first time... wasn't it?" Liz was whispering seductively in Charlotte's ear while her hand firmly kneaded the girl's tender mons, brushing her clitoris, and flitting her fingertips in and out of the recently reamed vulva. Charlotte moaned, and let herself fall back against Liz's full, soft breasts. Suddenly she wanted to be naked, for them all to see her completely as she entered their world. "Undress me," she said as Liz's hand fondled her cunt insistently. Liz unclipped Charlotte's leather bra. She caught Sally's eye, and her friend nodded. "Edward - unzip Sally's costume, and take it off," she told her slave. Edward eagerly stripped off the tight rubber, and very soon both girls were naked except for their stockings and shoes. Liz returned the compliment, peeling off her long silver latex dress. Charlotte looked at the first real woman to see her sexually naked. Her breasts were low, but full, with large, protuberant nipples, she had magnificent hips, and a voluptuous ass. She had a full vee of luxuriant dark red pubes through which large labia peeked invitingly. Liz was a big, beautiful hunk of womanhood. Sally's lips had never left Fritz's cock while she was being undressed. She was having some difficulty getting him into her throat, so she concentrated on relaxing, and letting the E-waves wash through her. It helped. She was suddenly able to dip her head and take six inches of his throbbing shaft. She felt it in her neck, swelling it. She pulled back, and took a break until it felt right again, then she thrust her head down over him, and this time her lips were only a couple of inches from his groin. She had his balls in one of her hands, tickling and tugging them to encourage them to make lots of cream for her. "I'd like us to fist each other at the same time," said Liz. She held up a bottle of super-lube, and smiled, seductively. She had a penchant for younger girls, and Charlotte looked less than her scant eighteen years. She loved to open them up until they could copy her at the extremes of large penetration. Liz would make them crave for the strange and wicked things she taught them to love. She had had a scattered harem of adoring acolytes for almost ten years. In her own small world, she was a legend. She could tell already that Sally was already ripe for the treatment, but Charlotte would be more of a challenge. She was a similar personality to Liz, she wanted to lead, and she would have to learn how to be led as well. It would be interesting, and undoubtedly rewarding for all of them. Even as she massaged oil into Charlotte's cunt, she was already seeing the two girls at her next soiree. She would exhibit their new talents, and then let her girlfriends enjoy them as well. Fritz's breathing was becoming ragged. Sally was taking him all the way in every fourth or fifth time, his glans was swelling to its pre-orgasmic thickness. He was so close... Sally shivered from a rush of adrenaline and sensuality sweeping over her as she felt Fritz about to cum. She had an inspiration. A trick taught to her by a gorgeous Spaniard she had fellated endlessly on her last holiday in Ibiza. He showed her how to pinch his cock just below the glans, and squeeze him as he started to cum. He would sniff poppers while she held the spurts back until he was bursting, and then let them out in a single, mammoth jet... She throated Fritz four times in a row, and pulled right off him, her tongue flickering over his oozing glans, and then as she felt him buckle and heard his groan, she gripped him tightly. Fritz gasped, but his struggle was brief, as the first ecstatic spasm rocked him. And not a drop emerged! Maddened by Sally's tongue, his hips jolted again and again. He was in a state of shock. What the hell was she doing?!? At the sixth spasm, Sally couldn't hold on any longer, the cum was seeping thickly and coating her tongue. She drew her head back a little, aimed him into her mouth, and looked up at him to see his reaction. His face was a mask of confusion. Holding his cock steady, Sally prepared to let go the fierce grip. Fritz looked at her. He saw a schoolgirl angel staring up at him with cum-lust in her eyes. She looked him straight in the eye. She waited. One more time. She nodded almost imperceptibly. He seemed to collapse inward for a moment, and then arched his back, pointing the near bursting shaft at Sally, who slid her hand back to his pubic hair with an electrifying jerk. For a split-second, nothing happened. Then the eye of his cock opened up, and a continuous stream of semen sped outward. Straight into her open mouth, the sperm flowed. Like some crazy water fountain, the cum roped between her lips, and pooling there to splash and foam. Fritz backed away. Still the cum sped out, now a liquid white line connecting the tip of his cock and the interior of Sally's mouth, almost two incredible feet apart. To the audience, it looked like he was pissing white. For what seemed like an eternity, the bizarre scene continued. Sally kneaded her clitoris and at the last moment she instinctively shoved her hand roughly into her cunt, shuddering through a series of powerful orgasms as her mind reeled at the immensity of the man's cum shot. The man had ejaculated a single jet of semen for more than eight seconds. This was a cumshot to end all cumshots. Sally was amazed at the volume of sperm now slopping in her mouth. And when she thought it was all over, she found out why Fritz was so special. His cock pulse heavily, and a fresh spurt of semen leaped out. It splashed her face wetly. Fritz seized his cock, and gripped the tip like Sally had. It was incredible to him that his cute eighteen year old English Rose had taught him something new! He swayed as the spasms scorched his senses, grimacing with the effort of holding back the tide. He held for another eight times, and then to a roar delight from the crowd, he hosed Sally's face with an obliterating deluge of semen!! She smelled it, she felt it running down her face. It was in her eyes, coursing down her cheeks, rushing into her mouth until it was overflowing, because she still hadn't swallowed. Abruptly, after a further ten seconds of orgasmic mayhem, the stream stopped. There was a second of silence, an understanding of a magnificent moment, and then a storm of applause. Sally could no longer face forward with her lips apart without having strands of white ropy goo drip from her lips. She had to tilt her face backwards to keep the swirling cum from leaking out. It completely covered her lower teeth, and her tongue was totally submerged. She opened her eyes, slowly closed her mouth, and looked at Fritz, a mixture of envy, astonishment, greed and gratitude in her eyes. He looked down at her, winked, and said "Zere you go. I hope it vas all you expected." Sally could only blink her cum-streaked eyes daintily and nod at him with thankfulness. He had managed to spend several pure fluid ounces of jism in her mouth, and at least the same again over her face. Her whole hand was now working full time, plunging in and out of her distended cunt, while she pinched and rubbed her clitoris. She tensed to another orgasm, then another. A flush rose up from her pussy, spread over her breasts and coloured her shoulders. She was overcome by a swallowing urge she knew she could not ignore for long. She inhaled a deep breath through her nose, opened her throat and at last, she drank. The warm, thick liquid slid down her gullet to pool in her stomach. Sally ran her tongue over her teeth and gums and swallowed again. Then quite unladylike, she let out a loud burp. "Oops," she said with a sly smile. "Sorry." Her hand slurped out of her cunt. Fritz was in a post-orgasmic daze. He picked Sally up under her armpits, and kissed her full on her sperm wet mouth. She responded to his tongue with her own, and discovered that he was a great kisser too. He began to lick her face, tasting himself on her skin. Already, he felt there was something special with this sweet, cum-greedy English schoolgirl. Liz had entered Charlotte much more easily than Sally, even though her hands were much larger. Her years of experience, the clever, expertly timed twisting thrust into that tight young cunt; made Charlotte moan piteously with lust. At Liz's request she had already buried her clenched fist into Liz's lush, elastic tunnel, gasping at the ease with which it entered. They lay side by side on a low divan, legs entwined, slowly fucking each other while they watched Sally's inundation with awe. When it was over, they gave themselves over to their own pleasure. Sensing a ready mind, Liz told Charlotte what she planned to do. "Your friend is ready for me tonight. I want to work on her very soon. But I want to teach you other things, things that will give you are marvellous power in your life. You are a natural leader, but to lead you must learn to follow me, and that will take more than one night. I need to see you outside of here. Are you prepared to follow me?" Said Liz, making a fist inside Charlotte. Charlotte heard the words, and felt a shiver of recognition. Liz was to be her guru. She gave her cunt to the older woman, she gave her heart and soul to her as well. Rushes of Ecstasy were reaching an operatic crescendo. She felt a finger on her clitoris. It was Sally, crouching over them, one hand on Liz's cunt, the other on Charlotte's, smiling as she frigged them both to orgasm. She had heard Liz's words, and despite her love for her friend, the idea of Liz working on her, what ever that meant, was too powerful to resist. Liz and Charlotte came together, their spasms perfectly timed, their cunts gripping like synchronised mouths on each other's fists. They fucked to a halt, and drew their hands out, holding them up to Sally, who lapped at the juices as she had Fritz's cum. The audience was spellbound, voyeurs were almost whimpering with pleasure. Others were fondling each other, a few were fucking, but all were keeping their eyes on the two girls, and whatever they were going to do next. "Sally, are you sure you're ready for this?" Asked Liz. "What we're going to do will change you, you know. If you go through with it, you will not be the same again. You will be even better, but you have to be certain." She emphasised. Sally was sobered for a moment. She thought carefully, though it only took a second. "I'm ready. I trust you." She said, in a firm, small voice. Liz cleaned Sally up, and then laid her upon the divan, partly propped up on cushions so that she could see herself. She looked up, and there was a ceiling mirror reflecting her image. She saw a girl looking down upon her, her face naked of makeup, fresh and almost virginal looking. She saw her body, with the bud tipped breasts, and the curved thighs wide open, knees bent, her bottom on the edge so that her cunt was slightly up-tilted and vulnerable. She saw a beautiful red-haired woman kneel on the floor between her thighs, squeezing clear liquid lubricant over her hands. Sally looked down, and Liz smiled at her, a loving warmth on her face. "This is going to be so good..." She whispered, for Sally's ears alone. She began to very gently massage Sally's cunt, her fingers gliding and cupping, sliding and testing. The lube made it feel supernaturally silk, and Sally squirmed, gurgling with pleasure. Liz lingered, taking her time, knowing that the more relaxed Sally was at the beginning, the further they would be able to go in the end. Her oily fingers started to press lightly at Sally's vulva, subtly parting the swollen lips. It was like a bolero, the tempo never changed, but rhythm quickened. Her hands began to swirl and slither against Sally's flesh, grazing her clitoris circling her anus, and ducking at the softened orifices, feeling their resistance melt as they became accustomed to each new intrusion. Sally was flying, the sensations and the chemicals she was enjoying melding to form a heightened sense of reality. She looked up and saw the smooth controlled strokes and twists that were sinking several fingers into her now fist-hungry cunt. Liz could have entered her with one thrust, at any time, but she made Sally endure an exquisite foreplay. Sally realised why Liz looked almost sad in her happiness. "Its because there's only one first time, isn't it." She said. Liz was swept away by her telepathy. She nodded. "You are sooo ready," she laughed, her face clearing, and a hint more pressure sent her fingers deeper in the wet, slippery trench that was growing like a flower to her touch. Now Sally understood that saying she would be opened had whole new meaning. She felt so sexily relaxed, her own juices were flowing into the slippery oil, and staining the divan. Liz looked at her and shuddered. It was time to initiate Sally into the sisterhood of the fist. She leaned back ever so slightly, and placed her clenched fist against the blossoming flesh. Sally nodded, a look of supreme certainty on her face. The fist twisted against her labia, slitting them, widening them around its knuckles. Liz could feel such softness and strength in Sally. The swirling fist gained pace, the friction was becoming unbearable, until as Sally screamed from an orgasm that stunned her, her cunt engulfed the madly twirling member. As soon as the spasm bit, Liz kept her fist exactly where it was, feeling the muscles clench and quiver with a special pleasure of her own. As far as she was concerned, until she had fisted a girl, she was effectively a virgin, even if she had been pleasured that way before. As Sally's cunt relaxed, Liz gave her fist a quick side to side twist, and then sank it smoothly, inch after inch, into her initiate's recently fucked tunnel. Because of that, she was able to continue until she was more than wrist deep. "Oh God!" Gasped Sally, her loins suddenly shuddering from the feeling of fullness. Imperceptibly, Liz began a steady fucking motion, just millimetres at a time. Sally clutched at her breasts, and slid a little further off the divan. The sweet subtlety of Liz's fucking soon made Sally's tunnel relax, and allow her fist to slide back and forth. Then from side to side. Then it felt as if Liz

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sorry it was a repost my fault To admin- please delete this topic --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Well, since there still views coming here is an other "classic" story ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- What a night Last night! Ouch! My whole body aches, but it's the kind of ache I crave. No work today, that's for sure. I can just imagine the shocked looks on the faces of the girls in the office if they knew how I get my sexual pleasure. The reserved, prim and proper public relations specialist, whom everyone thinks is so delicate and sweet. I'm only 25-years old, beautiful, blonde, with a great body and a high paying job. That's why I can envision those old cows in the office puking up their lunches if they knew that my cunt floods like a burst dam whenever I have a fist shoved up my asshole. That's right, I make no bones about what I am -- The Fist Fuck Queen of the Big Apple. The closer to the core of my bowels, the riper I become! I can remember when I lost my anal cherry to a fist so vividly that it seems as if it happened moments ago, though in actuality, it's been almost a year. I started going out with Brad, and I knew from the moment we laid eyes on one another that the only thing on his mind was fucking me. He thought he was hot shit, a big stud. The arrogant bastard even started boasting about putting his "whopper between my buns." So one night, I gave in to the inevitable. In all honesty, I've never been one to turn down a cock, especially a big one! Brad had a big one, all right, about nine inches. When I first saw his prick, proud and erect, I remember having the overwhelming desire to devour it. I think even he was surprised at the way I deep-throated his meat. As the head of his cock intruded deep into my larynx, and gurgling gasps of pleasure escaped from my mouth, Brad started playing with my cunt, ramming his fingers in and out. But he shot his load down my throat before I had the chance to let his fingers lead me to my own orgasm. Since his prick wasn't able to return to active duty yet, I guided his hand to my pussy and motioned for him to put his fingers back to work. At first, Brad inserted two fingers into my open box. It felt so good that I moaned for him to put another one in. He was starting to enjoy himself, also. He worked three fingers into my cunt, rhythmically twisting them in and out. I was soon bathed in my own joy juice. And then, before I knew it, Brad had shoved all five fingers inside of my wet hole. At first, I was scared that he was going to rip my cunt open, but as his wrist disappeared into my vagina, an uncontrollable surge of exultation began welling up in the pit of my stomach, spreading in great waves down to the pulse of my womanhood. Brad's fist plowed into my pussy, and I began to shake in the throes of a giant orgasm. After he slid his hand out, literally soaking wet, I needed a few minutes to recover. But as my orgasm subsided, my desire to be filled up increased. It was as if my eyes had just been opened to a whole new world. I knew then and there that a cock, even Brad's large one, would never again be able to fully satisfy me. I wanted something bigger, longer, harder, more exciting. I wanted a fist! I had read about how popular anal fist fucking had become, and I was always curious about it. I always like to try new things, especially in sexual matters. So I told Brad that I wanted him to fist fuck me up my asshole. He stared at me in disbelief, stammering. He was scared. He made excuses: he would rip my asshole open and cause me internal damage; he would get shit all over his arm; the idea was "weird and for fags." But I told him that if he didn't do what I wanted, that would be the end of out relationship, the end of our deep throat sessions. That did the trick. I knew from my reading that certain steps had to be taken if fisting was to be enjoyed. I also knew that the preparation would only serve to add to my excitement and enjoyment. Step one was to clean out my bowels with an enema. I kept an enema bag in the house for medical purposes, but was never really into using it for sex. But when Brad inserted the nozzle into my puckered hole, a shiver of excitement raced through my body. As the water made its journey into my intestines, my heart started beating faster, knowing that the passageway was being cleared for Brad's fist. And when I shit out the enema I felt relief, not because the pressure was released from my bowels, but because I knew it wouldn't be long before I felt Brad's fist corkscrewing its way deep into my chocolate channel. But there was still another step to take. Opening a large jar of Vaseline, I told Brad to scoop up a few globs and massage it thoroughly on his hand and up his arm. When the length of his arm and hand glistened from the petroleum jelly, I felt confident that the time was at hand, if you'll pardon the expression. I got down on all fours, propped up by a pillow, and spread my ass cheeks as wide apart as possible. Then Brad plunged one of his Vaseline coated fingers into my asshole, which was pleading to be plundered. When he put his second finger in, I could feel my sphincter begin to relax, lubricated by the jelly and my own juices. When his third finger plunged into the inner sanctum of my rectum, my clit actually started to tremble. Easing his fourth digit in, Brad began swirling his fingers deeper into my dirt tunnel. I didn't feel any pain, I just felt intense ecstasy. It was as if the sensitive nerve endings of my anus were singing out in joy! When Brad finally squeezed his thumb into my asshole, and all five fingers danced around inside my most intimate of orifices, a great emotion seized my entire body. As if possessed, I yelled, "More! Shove your fist all the way in!" Brad, caught up in the moment, did just that. I could feel my anus opening to accommodate his entire fist. My bowels sucked up Brad's hand like a giant vacuum! He pushed his arm in and out of my shit passage. Brad, too, had become excited; his breathing was heavy and labored. As for me, I was past the point of no return. My orgasm started somewhere in my intestines, gathering momentum until my clit vibrated and my pussy felt as if it was going to burst! I came, and came, and passed out! After that night, every time I saw Brad I demanded that he fist- fuck me. Yet he seemed to be growing more and more tentative. I think that he thought he was turning gay or something, the intensity just wasn't there. And I was damned if I was going to give up what had become my greatest joy, fisting. I liked Brad's big dick when he fucked me the regular way, but I was determined to have what I really wanted. That's when I met Tim. A mutual friend introduced us. We had dinner, hit it off right away, and went back to my place. He wasn't classically handsome, but he had vivid blue eyes which seemed to burn a hole through my body into my soul. The sexual chemistry between us was magical. I told him how badly I wanted to please him, and how badly I wanted him to please me. But I also told him I was "different" sexually, that I craved the "unusual." He responded that he'd been involved in every possible sex scene, and the kinkier the better! That's when I knew that I had found the ideal lover. And that's also when I told him that I was a devotee of fisting. Tim wasted little time getting down to business. First, he licked my clit and tongued my pussy. Then, when I was good and excited and on the brink of coming, he turned me over. I didn't quite know what to expect next. I felt Tim's smooth tongue sliding along the crack of my asshole. He then descended straight down to my bunghole. His tongue flickered around the opening. The prodding of his tongue against my tight rosebud felt so very good. He was lapping away, almost as if there was buried treasure deep within my asshole. Then Tim's tongue struck gold, brown gold, as it burrowed right into my asshole. He pushed his tongue as deep inside as possible, and it didn't take much of his ass lapping to make me come. Tim asked me where I kept the Vaseline. I told him, and he went and got it. When he returned, he spread my ass cheeks apart, stretching them to their limit, then liberally began spreading the grease around my anus. His fingers darted in and out of my asshole, basting my insides with the lubricant. What a great feeling! Asking me if I was ready, Tim quickly inserted his middle finger into my asshole. Then, without warning, he rapidly jammed his four other fingers inside, in one fluid motion. I was breathless. He wasn't anything like Brad, unsure of himself. Tim knew what he was doing, and how to do it! In the next instant, Tim's whole fist was pushing its way into my hershey highway. I was soon overcome by the sheer speed and firm strength of his motion. When his fist was buried in my asshole up to his wrist, I surely thought he world stop, Brad always had, but Tim's fist continued to pile drive its way deeper into my anus. I could feel his arm inching its way into my stomach. I was stunned, but my screams were those of pleasure, not pain. It soon felt as if his arm was punching out my intestines, his fingers wiggling deep inside, where no man had ever gone before. His arm was buried to the elbow. Becoming like a wild animal in heat, I bucked and thrashed about the bed, frantically rubbing my clit as if my hands had a life of their own. Needless to say, when I came I saw stars! it took me a couple of hours to come down from that sexual high! From that incredible night on, Tim and I have been inseparable. No, we don't always use fisting as part of out lovemaking; some nights the missionary position is enough to provide terrific orgasms. But whenever Tim does fist fuck me, you better believe that it's special. We've also come up with countless variations of fisting. I won't soon forget the night tim first rammed an 18-inch dildo up my ass, then his own cock, then his fist, in rapid succession. That was wild. And I still cream when I think about the time that Tim simultaneously fucked me in the cunt with his cock and in the ass with his fist. He pounded away in unison, pumping both his prick and hand in and out of my respective holes. We both came like gangbusters! And I'm still trying to take both fists up my asshole. So far the most I've managed to accomplish has been one hand and one finger of his other hand. But I'm sure that if we keep on trying, I'll be able to accomplish the feat one day; practice makes perfect! But last night was one of my most satisfying yet. Tim and I had an intimate, romantic dinner, candlelight and the whole works. We were both incredibly horny and we almost ripped each other's clothes off. After some heated foreplay which included a most satisfying 69 session, we were ready for the main event. Tim gave me an enema, greased up, and was soon ready to fist his way into my heart, not to mention bowels! Yet there was something different about him: he was more animated than ever. He seemed to take almost maniacal pleasure in thrusting his fist in and out of my asshole. When he sensed my orgasm was at hand he uttered, "Darling, I want this night to be special. I know how badly you've wanted to take both hands up your ass, but since we're not at that point yet, let's do the next best thing." I didn't know what he meant, but I was soon to find out. Continuing his frantic fist fucking into the deep recess of my bowels, Tim suddenly plunged his other hand into my cunt! Like a piston, he worked both hands in and out at the same time, one massaging my rectum, the other forcing my pussy to open wider than seemed possible, plunging his fist deep into my snatch, my cunt felt like a whale swallowing up a passing ship. It was truly the most exquisite feeling that I'd ever experienced. When I came, I almost jumped two feet off the bed. It felt like an atomic bomb had been set off inside my body! But Tim wouldn't stop there. He kept on fist fucking both of my intimate openings until I lost count of how many times I came. This kept up until he was too exhausted to lift his arms and I was too sore to prod him on. Fuck! Here I am thinking about last night and the sheets on my bed are dripping wet. Now I'm horny again. I guess It's like when you have a hangover. They say the best thing for it is the "hair of the dog that bit you." I guess the best thing for a sore cunt and asshole is the "hand of the stud that fucked you." What did I do with that damn phone? Oh, here it is. "Hello, Tim, my love, why don't you come over? I'll make lunch, then you can fist me tonight!"