In her diary, she wrote:
I’ve been thinking a lot about kinkiness and perversion lately. What’s
normal? What’s just kinky, and what is
out-and-out perverted? Normal people, I guess, like simple, normal sex.
Man-woman vaginal intercourse stuff, with a
little oral thrown in for variety. Kinky people like their sex with a
twist, maybe with some adventure and some unusual
circumstances. And props. Sometimes kinky people get a bit obsessed
about their sex – about the thing that turns
them on. I’ve been kinky in the past – in fact I’m usually a bit
kinky. Perverts, on the other hand, well, perverts have at
least two kinky urges that they have to experience together, and are
totally obsessed by the thought of doing it.
Society has to frown on what they do, or it just isn’t perverted. It’s
true that abusive, hurtful sex is perverted, but you’re
still considered a pervert even if what you do only freaks people out.
I have to admit it. I have become a pervert. I am completely focused
on my asshole, and I’m dying to get deeper into
lesbian sex. I want a woman to fondle my ass. I want her to worship it,
kiss it, bite and suck it. I want her to lick my
asshole. I want her to bury her face in my crack. I want her to shove
a vibrator up my ass and fuck it. And while she’s
doing that to me, I want to be eating out her sweet, hairless, beautiful
pussy.
A day later, she wrote:
I went to The Pearl tonight, and I thought I had the woman. Arab, I
think. Beautiful dark eyes. But I made a move and
she told me that she was no slut. And then, of course, I knew it. I’m
not just a pervert. I am a slut. A kinky, perverted,
lesbian slut. At least right now I’m a lesbian slut. I’ve been a
straight slut for years. God, I love being a slut!
I didn’t fuck anybody today, but I did save the taxi fare home by
blowing the driver. He was middle eastern, and had a
very skinny cock with a big red circumcised head, and he came in about
thirty seconds. He didn’t even touch my
breasts until he was already cumming. I’m so horny.
She closed her password-protected diary file, slipped the diskette out
of the drive and into her purse beside her bed,
and connected to the internet. The diskette went with her everywhere
she went. She had been keeping a diary of her
sex life – every single detail of her sex life – for twenty years, ever
since she left college. It spanned many diskettes now,
and she had recently written the old files out to CD. It was quite a
story. There was as passionate a description of the
twenty-first time she was fucked up the ass, as the first time. Every
lover was described in detail, right down to the
unique texture of his balls or the special fragrance of her cunt.
She scanned for new messages in her favourite newsgroups.
Alt.binaries.pictures.lesbians was a wasteland of spam,
as it usually was. Alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.anal was a bit
better. Someone had posted a whole series of pictures of
a very pretty young blonde taking a cock up the ass while a much older,
butch-haired brunette worked on her pussy.
They were both clad in bra, garters, stockings and heels, with their
breasts pulled out of the bra cups.
Her fingers slid inside the nylon panties that were all she wore as she
sat at her desk. Quickly, expertly, with the
experience of decades of daily practice, she began to masturbate. One
picture in particular caught her attention, in
which the older woman’s fingers were deep inside the young girl’s cunt,
the cock was buried in her ass, and both women
were facing the camera, beautiful eyes staring out at her. Her right
hand worked her clit, while her left hand teased the
hard nipple on her naked, full, right breast.
Before she could cum, however, her eye was drawn to something on the
screen she hadn’t noticed before. The
message was cross-posted to another newsgroup called
alt.binaries.pictures.erotica.fisting. Fisting! Intriguing.
Reluctantly withdrawing her hand from her pussy, she clicked on the
link. Now this group was something different! Still a
ton of spam, but a few nuggets were buried within it. After a few
minutes of exploring the pictures, she saw a definite
pattern to the pornography. There were usually two women and a man.
One woman was either blowing the man or
taking him up her asshole, while the other fistfucked her stretched,
dripping pussy. Often, they would switch positions,
and usually the series ended with cum on the faces of two apparently
ecstatically happy women.
Then she saw a variation on the pattern, and gushed into her panties on
the spot. Her hands quickly assumed their
favourite masturbation positions, and in seconds she was cumming with
frantic passion. She whimpered and began
stroking herself again.
The picture that caused her such erotic abandon was of a very lovely
forty-fiveish strawberry blonde in black lingerie that
exposed her medium-sized, round, pert breasts, with a large, hard cock
up her pussy, and the tiny fist of a very
young-looking, very cute blonde, buried to the wrist in her asshole!
This was her secret perversion embodied. She must be fistfucked up the
ass by a cute young blonde, and soon!
She returned to The Pearl the next night, and positioned herself at the
bar, short tight skirt hiked up to show her long,
shapely nylon-clad legs to best advantage; buttons on her silky white
blouse undone enough to expose her full breasts to
view when she moved just the right way. It was very clear that she was
on the make. She refused the offer of a drink,
politely, from a dyke in jeans and a t-shirt, before a very attractive
young lady sat down beside her. This was not the
blonde of her fantasy, but she was worth investing some time in. The
girl was about five foot three, with short dark brown
hair and beautiful brown eyes. She wore a cream-coloured pant suit with
a matching blouse, that rivaled hers in undone
buttons and exposed breast.
“I’m Victoria,” the older woman said.
“Karen,” the pretty little thing responded in a low voice, eyes lowered.
Karen bought her a drink, which the tiny brunette handed to Victoria.
After her first sip, Victoria placed the drink on the
counter and took Karen’s hand in hers. She watched the girl glance at
her crossed legs, which Victoria slowly uncrossed
so that she could lean closer. “You have beautiful hands,” she purred
seductively. “So soft, so – tiny. This one’s a
perfect size.” The young woman looked up sharply.
“Do you like hands?” the pretty brunette asked.
“I love hands,” was the reply. “I’m really getting into hands. Small
hands are best, don’t you think?” She closed the girl’s
fingers into a tight ball, raised it to her lips and kissed it softly,
then continued in an even lower voice, “Fists are nice,
too…”
“I – I’m not a – an expert – on fists. Hands. But I suppose small
hands would be – better.” She took the older woman’s
hand in hers, stroked it gently, frowning. “Yours is pretty too, but I
wouldn’t say it’s small…”
Victoria smiled. “No, it’s not small, but perhaps we don’t both need
small hands. Perhaps your small hand will be
enough. But my fingers are long, aren’t they?”
“Long enough, I’m sure.”
“Do you think I have a pretty mouth?”
Without a moment’s hesitation, the girl replied “Oh, yes. A very pretty
mouth!”
“Well then. A young lady with a tiny fist, and an old lady with a
pretty mouth – and long fingers.”
The girl was silent, looking intently into her eyes. Victoria slid
gracefully off the barstool, and helped her cute friend down
from hers. Without a word, she led her to The Pearl’s door, and into a
waiting cab.
Victoria directed the cab to her apartment, and once again placed
Karen’s hand in her own. She stroked it gently, then
kissed it once again. In the back of the taxi, Karen’s hand was gently
placed on Victoria’s nyloned leg, and directed
higher and higher up her thigh. Victoria felt the familiar, welcome
stirrings in her cunt as Karen’s fingers began to work
on their own against the bare flesh above her thigh-high stocking. The
edge of Karen’s hand brushed against her lace
panties, causing a quick gush that soaked her hot pussy.
Tonight, Victoria paid the driver, but she took a long hard look at his
erection, eyebrows raised dramatically, to let him
know that she knew he’d been sneaking peeks at the lesbian lovers in the
back seat. Then she led Karen, by the hand,
past the smirking doorman and into her building.
When the elevator door closed, Victoria quickly pressed Karen against
the back wall, planted a passionate kiss on her
open mouth, and roughly pressed her hand into the girl’s crotch. Karen
melted under the assault. She kissed back hard,
hands waving uselessly in the air around her older lover. The door
opened. Victoria broke the kiss and abruptly turned
and walked out of the elevator. Karen, stunned, followed her to the
door of an apartment that Victoria unlocked quickly.
They stepped inside. Victoria closed the door and resumed her
passionate advance against the nearest wall. While her
tongue probed Karen’s mouth, Victoria flipped the buttons on Karen’s
pants, dropped the zipper and slid the pants over
her ass. Karen responded by sliding her hands up Victoria’s skirt to
knead her firm buttocks. Soon, Karen’s jacket was
off and her blouse open, revealing a cream-coloured lacy bra. Their
tongues never leaving each other’s mouths, Karen’s
hand found Victoria’s wet pussy, and Victoria pushed, pressed and
fondled the pantyhose covering Karen’s little cunt.
In her diary, she wrote:
She knew how to kiss a woman. Her tongue explored my mouth, her lips
embraced and sucked at mine. God, I love
to have my lower lip sucked by the soft lips of another woman. Her
pussy was so wet, my hand was soaking even
through her pantyhose. She doesn’t wear panties under her pantyhose,
which I like – it makes it so much easier to
work her pretty little quim. I got a finger inside her, drawing her
nylons in with it. Karen giggled lustily and shoved her
own finger inside me.
“Get that hand wet,” I instructed her, “It’s going places it’s never
been before, I’ll bet.” She thought I meant inside a
pussy, and she told me I might be surprised. But I didn’t mean pussy.
I pulled my finger out of her tight snatch and
placed it to her lips. Her eyes widened momentarily, then she accepted
it shyly. And of course, placed her own
pussy-drenched finger to my lips, so I I sucked it in quickly. I liked
the effect her very mild perfume had on the
familiar taste of my vagina.
I bit down gently on her finger, then slid my own out of her mouth and
back into the nylon that still defined the lips of
her pussy. I’m sure I must have had a sly grin on my face as I dragged
her, by the finger between my teeth and the
pussy hooked by my own finger, towards my bedroom. She could only take
short steps because of the slacks at her
ankles, which had her laughing as we moved slowly along. At my bed, I
released her from my grips, then tossed her
onto it.
I ripped the crotch out of her pantyhose, and ordered, “Take everything
else off.” As she stripped, I removed
everything but my own stockings, garters and heels. I slid onto the bed
beside her. In a flash, my leg was over her
chest, and I massaged her lovely breasts roughly, grinding my cunt into
her stomach. She reached for my tits, but
she was much more gentle. So I squeezed hers harder, twisting and
pulling at them until she gasped, and took the
hint. She tweaked my nipples hard. It hurt, a lovely, sexy pain.
“Again!” I commanded. She pulled one nipple hard,
and grabbed the other breast roughly. I moaned. I creamed against her
soft belly. Her eyes closed, she winced
against the harsh treatment I administered to her pretty titties.
Then I moved to her face. My pussy found her sweet lips, and her tongue
found my clit in seconds. She had eaten
pussy before. I came on her face in short order.
“My turn!” she said. I shook my head. Not yet. >From the drawer
beside my bed, I produced a large tube of
petroleum jelly, and an even larger dildo.
“Put this in your pussy,” I instructed her, giving her the dildo. It
slid in very easily, despite its size.
It was time to get down to the business of getting my asshole fistfucked
by Karen, the beautiful, horny little lesbian.
Propping my head up on a few pillows, I spread my legs wide and lifted
them up over my body. My pussy was wide
open to Karen’s view. She took the opportunity to move in close, but I
stopped her. I took a huge glob of jelly and
smeared it across my pussy, down to my anus, across my cheeks and back
up to my pussy.
“Karen,” I said, “which hand are you going to fuck me with?” She held
up her right. “Grease it up, but you can’t use
your left hand to help.” She smiled, as comprehension came to her.
Karen placed her hand on my bare cunt. She
slid it around, up and down, turning it over. She ran the outside of
her hand through the crack of my ass, up to my
pussy, then slowly across my clit. She knew what she was doing. One by
one, she used her fingers to explore my
cunt. My clit responded with a sharp tingle that culminated in another
gush from deep inside my vagina. Again she
turned her hand over, and stuck her thumb inside me while she wiggled
her index finger against my still sensitive clit.
In a moment of creative passion, she pulled one of my legs over her
shoulder, so that her face was inches from my
slippery, wet genital area. She placed her hand against the opening to
my quim and slowly pushed forward, the
longer fingers sinking inside. But before she went too far, she tickled
my anus with her thumb, and looked up me with
a questioning eyebrow raised.
“Do it!” I commanded, and her thumb thrust hard into my eager asshole.
My ass clenched in response. “Lick me,” I
continued, and her tongue eagerly splashed onto my clit, where she
flicked it hard. I came again. I pulled her head
away and said, “Your wrist. Grease your wrist.” Her eyes widened, but
she obeyed. My pussy reacted again to the
motion on and around it.
“Do you want me to fistfuck you? Should I stick my fist up your
pussy?” She emphasised the dirty words as she
spoke.
Yes, fistfuck my pussy – to start.” I replied, in the same tone. She
looked puzzled, butI didn’t respond. Her hand
reentered my wet snatch, this time with her thumb tucked against the
inside of her palm. She moved it in and out
slowly, getting a shade deeper with each thrust. Soon the widest part
of her hand was stretching the skin surrounding
my pussy. It hurt.
“No!” I said, as she bean to withdraw for another thrust. “Push! Push
it right in.” She complied with a lusty grin, and
with a painful jerk, she was in me up to her wrist.
“Fuck me! Fistfuck me!” I commanded. Karen pushed in and out,
quickening the pace as she learned how much my
stretched snatch could take. Her arm moved in deeper, until I could
feel her fingers exploring places I didn’t know I
had. It felt so good.
“Move your hand around. Open and close your hand. Make a fist!”
She responded with a giggle, and proceeded to do so. Then she opened
her hand again, and stretched her fingers
as wide as she could, causing me to gasp. In and out, open and closed,
her hand explored thr depths of my most
private place. My second most private place. I reached between my legs
and grasped her arm near the elbow,
beginning to pull it out.
“Am I hurting you too much?” she asked with concern.
“Oh, no,” I laughed lustily. “Give me your pussy.” I touched my finger
to my lips as I said that. She eagerly swung
around, where I placed her on her back, and moved into a sixty-nine
position on top of her. But instead of dropping
my cunt down onto her mouth, I placed a knee on either side of her
torso, and stuck my ass high into the air.
“Touch my asshole. Stick a finger inside.” She complied, and began to
whimper as my tongue slashed at her clit.
“Another finger. Push them in and out.” I had forgotten about the
dildo jammed up her pussy, which was now in my
face. I pulled it out with a loud slurp, and held the dripping thing
out behind me so that she could see it. “Take it!” I
ordered. “Put it in my asshole.”
“Really?” she said with wonder in her voice. “You can take that up you
ass?”
“Do it!” I commanded. Her fingers had opened my sphincter enough that
it slid in without much trouble. She fucked
my ass with it while I ate her sweet, dripping pussy to an orgasm. She
has a pretty pussy. Her labia are large, but not
too large. Her vaginal fluid tastes more sweet than fishy, but it has
that unmistakable sexual flavour. The aroma
around her quim was delectible. She used a very mild perfume that
mingled well with the wonderful cunty smell. She
was completely shaved, not uncommon for women who expect to get most of
their sexual gratification through mutual
cunnilingus. I enjoyed licking the whole beautiful area.
“Now,” I instructed Karen, “pull that thing out and put three or four
fingers inside.” She did, but she was clearly
surprised. She went straight to four fingers. My ass pushed hard
against her pretty little hand.
“You don’t mean…”
“I told you – fistfucking my pussy was a start. Deeper!” I moaned, but
went back to work on her clit. “Your thumb!” My
asshole stretched wide open. She pushed and pulled back, then pushed
her hand into my ass agian – but not nearly
hard enough. “Twist it into my asshole. Push harder,” I instructed.
Karen did what she was told. I tongued her pussy
hole. She worked my anus hard, until the beautiful pain became almost
too much for me. But then, with a final
searing thrust, it was in! Karen was really, truly, fistfucking my
ass! I was screaming out moans as my asshole
clenched down on her wrist, locking it inside me.
“Now,” I whimpered, “we’re almost there. I need one more thing.” Karen
was shocked once again. “Fuck my cunt with
your other hand!”
“Your CUNT?” Karen questioned. Good little lesbians don’t say cunt.
“My CUNT! My fucking CUNT! Fist my CUNT!” I commanded. Karen fisted my
cunt. Her left hand slipped in very
easily.
The sensation of a fist in both my holes at the same time was like
nothing I had ever experienced before – not any of
the hundreds, no thousands, of sexual experiences with men, women and
both together had prepared the depths of
my loins for this incredible violation. Karen found a rhythm with her
hands – pushing one deeper while pulling the
other back – that sent me over the top. It must have looked like she
was punching me – left, right, left, right! I gushed
into her hand and moaned from the depths of my throat. I engulfed her
pussy with my open mouth and tongue-fucked
her until she cried out for me to stop. When I was fucking well ready,
I stopped.
Victoria and Karen, a pair of well-fucked lezzies, fell back onto the
bed and cuddled each other for a while. Karen
impulsively moved to Victoria’s mouth, frenched it with passion, then
rose before Victoria could draw her back into a
sexual frenzy again. Karen dressed quickly and left. After she washed
her hands.