Fist Slut

Fist Slut by Sally

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Fist Slut

Chapter 1

Sarah lay on her back, legs as wide apart as she could get them, as Lauren approached her, hand glistening with KY-jelly.

Lauren was Sarah's best friend, and, incidentally, a lesbian. Sarah was straight but somehow this never interfered with their relationship, in fact it made it all the more interesting. Lauren would leer at the passing women as they sat around the campus, passing comments on how she thought they'd be in bed and this would make Sarah laugh. Lauren made no secret of the fact that she'd like to get Sarah into bed, but because it was never a big issue then it never spoiled their friendship.

One night at Lauren's they logged on to the net and Lauren proceeded to show Sarah site upon site of pornography. Pornography had never really done anything for Sarah - pneumatic models posing in bizarre positions were not her idea of sexy. Most of the time their faces, the only interesting part as far as she was concerned, had been sacrificed, along with their legs, to concentrate on their tits and bums, and, of course, their mostly shaved, or at least bizarrely manicured, vaginas.

Maybe it was the sheer quantity of flesh on offer, maybe it was the fact that some of these women were clearly not models but real people with real flaws in their bodies, like Lauren and Sarah, that began to turn her on. Lauren kept up her delightful banter on the women's bodies and showed Sarah a few of her favourite lesbian photos too. The women were clearly enjoying themselves. Despite herself, Sarah found herself getting wet, but she was not going to let Lauren know that.

Eventually Lauren turned to Sarah and told her that she was going to show her something really kinky and wondered if she was ready for it. Sarah said that she could take anything that Lauren could. So, that's when Lauren showed her THE photo.

Sarah couldn't quite make it out at first. One girl lay on a bed, a strained look on her face, the edge of her long hair slightly damp with sweat. Another girl sort of leaned over her, grinning slightly. Then she noticed what was wrong with the picture - one girl's hand was up to the wrist in the other girl's vagina! Her first reaction was to laugh with incredulity. She wanted to know if the photo had been doctored in some way. Lauren assured her that it hadn't and, peering close, Sarah realised that she was not lying. The girl's hand was deep in her friend's vagina - she was fucking her friend with her hand! Lauren calmly told her that this was called 'Fist Fucking' and that she'd seen other photos like it too.

Sarah just couldn't believe it was possible. Did lesbians really do that to each other? Lauren said she'd fucked girls with two or three fingers, but never a whole hand. The subject intrigued them both and they carried on drinking and discussing how feasible it would be. Lauren offered to let Sarah try it on her but she politely declined. After another drink Lauren suddenly said, "Then why don't I try it on you?"

Hesitation was Sarah's downfall. If she'd said no immediately then that would have been the end of it. The fact was that the photos had made her feel horny and her mind was drifting a little, imagining the grinning girl and her fist inside her. Sarah stammered and blushed. Lauren seized on this, realising with amazement that she really was considering it.

Lauren would not take no for an answer after that. Despite Sarah's protestations Lauren went to her bedroom and seized a tube of KY-Jelly. When she got back into the room Sarah had not moved and inch. Lauren pushed the compliant Sarah back on the sofa and lifted her skirt. Sarah couldn't remember what panties she was wearing, she only hoped that they were fairly clean. Lauren had a big fat grin on her face. Sarah was ashamed of herself.

"Are you going to take them off or should I?" Lauren asked, mockingly.

"Listen Lauren," Sarah said, with what little dignity she could still muster. "I was just curious, that's all."

"Fine," Lauren replied, squeezing out a little of the jelly on her fingers. "I know you're not a lez and I'm doing this out of curiosity too. So just whip off those panties, I promise not to stare - too much - and I'll get on with this and see whether it really is possible."

Feeling embarrassed Sarah lifted her hips from the sofa and tugged down her panties. They were a fairly new pair fortunately though she noticed that she had made the crotch damp. Lauren didn't miss this either as Sarah crumpled them and threw them quickly to the floor.

"Open up then!" Lauren said, as if she were an impatient dentist. She was not making this easy for Sarah. Sarah couldn't look her in the eyes but opened her legs a little wider.

"Oh c'mon Sarah, WIDER!" she said.

Embarrassed as she was showing off her pussy to Lauren, she did what she was asked and spread her legs as wide as she could, bending them at the knee.

Lauren stopped to admire Sarah's exposed vagina.

"Mmmm!" she said. "That sure is a beautiful sight. I've always wondered what you looked like - I'm glad to see you're so hairy!"

"Christ Lauren, just get on with it will you." She'd never felt so exposed in all her life.

Lauren leaned over her slightly and Sarah felt her hand touch the lips of her vagina.

"Stop!" Sarah cried suddenly, seizing Lauren's slippery fingers.

Sarah looked up into Lauren's eyes; they were sparkling.

"Please, don't hurt me," she said softly.

"Relax kiddo," Lauren replied. "Just tell me if it hurts."

Despite her wicked grin Lauren's tone put Sarah at ease. If she could depend on anyone in her life it was her best friend, Lauren.

Sarah tensed slightly as she felt Lauren's fingers touch her. Was she ready for this invasion? The photo had made it look so easy. She was sure that Lauren would never get more than her fingers inside her.

Lauren did not immediately try and penetrate her; having several years' experience with other girl's vaginas enabled her to put Sarah at ease. She slowly introduced a finger and began to rub her gently.

"Good?" she whispered.

Sarah did not want to admit that it was so she told Lauren to get on with it.

Sarah felt more fingers inside her. She felt the entrance of her vagina being stretched. It was not unpleasant, just comfortable. Lauren was not pushing, just using her fingers like a cock, and fucking her with them. The sensations were very pleasing indeed. Sarah felt Lauren's hand manoeuvring and pushing harder. The pressure on her vagina was growing.

"Hold on Lauren, I don't think I can..." but Sarah's words were cut short as she felt Lauren's hand pass beyond the knuckles into her vagina putting incredible pressure in her pelvis. Sarah moaned audibly.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck..." she began to chant rapidly. She was very frightened. She had never felt so much pressure inside her before.

"Stay with it lover," Lauren said. "I'm in past the knuckles, let's see if I really can get my whole fist in."

"No! No! No!" Sarah panted. "No more!"

"How does it feel?" Lauren asked, slightly awed.

"Full!" gasped Sarah.

Lauren withdrew slightly but only to begin fucking her ever so slightly with her fist. Sarah lay back on the sofa; sweat ran freely down her face. As she became more used to the sensation she realised how wonderfully fulfilling it was in a way that she had never been fulfilled before. She was very tempted to rub her clit to orgasm but wasn't sure that would be the right thing to do in front of her friend, lesbian or not. Sarah let Lauren minister to her for a few minutes longer before allowing herself a groan of satisfaction.

"Good?" Lauren asked.

Sarah got up on her elbows again and looked down. To her amazement Lauren's slim white hand was buried in her vagina which bulged obscenely.

She smiled, languidly. "Not bad," she said.

"Wanna come?" Lauren asked.

Sarah smiled weakly. She couldn't lie. "Yes. Badly!"

"I can make you," she said, offering, but Sarah was not ready for that.

"I'll do it myself. Just keep your hand there but don't watch," Sarah said, though she knew Lauren probably would.

She reached down and began to rub her clit. She closed her eyes and tried to imagine herself alone. It wasn't long before she shuddered to an overwhelming orgasm, writhing on Lauren's embedded fist.

"Oh God!" she moaned. "That was too much!"

Lauren gently withdrew her fist leaving Sarah feeling hollow and empty. Sarah noticed that Lauren sniffed her hand. Lauren beamed at her.

"That was so fucking horny, Sarah," she said. "It's my turn to come now."

Without any permission she stood, pulled down her own jeans and panties to around her ankles then sat back on the sofa and began to rub herself. Sarah wasn't quite sure what to do with herself. Lauren had closed her eyes; her tongue was half out of her mouth and she was clearly getting carried away. Sarah wasn't sure of what we'd set in motion but it was clear that their friendship had passed to a new level of intimacy now that they were freely masturbating in front of each other.

Sarah collected her things and quietly let herself out as Lauren continued with her own self-pleasurement, lost in a world of her own.

Chapter 2

That night haunted Sarah for days to come. She was on a horny high. Pornographic images of women kept coming back to her. She found herself masturbating morning, lunch times and evenings.

Several days later she bumped into Lauren on the campus.

"Hi! How are you?" Lauren asked.

"Fine," said Sarah, but they both knew they were not talking about Sarah's health - they were talking about the state of their friendship.

When there was no one with in earshot Lauren asked Sarah if she was ok after the 'exercise' her vagina had received. Sarah told her there were no cuts and bruises, which made Lauren laugh.

"Wanna do it again?" Lauren asked and Sarah surprised herself by saying yes. She didn't realise how much she'd enjoyed it and how empty she'd felt since then. Sarah did have a fiance, Geoff, and had they had been together a few times since then, nothing he had done had been as fulfilling as Lauren's hand inside her.

Lauren was startled by the intensity of Sarah's reply too.

"Gee, you must need it bad," she said.

"I do. Let's do it now."

They were both at college and so they headed off to the nearest ladies. Once inside the cubicle Sarah quickly shed her jeans and panties and put one leg up on the seat of the toilet. Lauren sat on the edge of the seat beside her, face level with Sarah's vagina. Lauren had no lubrication this time but Sarah was so wet with anticipation that it made little difference; Lauren's fist was soon inside her. It was so much easier the second time.

Sarah could hardly stand. The fist felt so good inside her. Her legs trembled and felt like buckling.

Without asking permission she began to masturbate furiously as Lauren fucked her...

Sarah was close to a climax when they both heard the toilet door swing open. There were only two cubicles so the girl entered the one next to them. They both froze. Sarah looked down at Lauren for the first time. Lauren grinned up at her.

Sarah posed as still as a statue - hardly daring to breath. Her clit was crying out for the attention of her fingers but she restrained herself. Lauren was in a mischievous mood however. As she listened to the sound of rustling clothing from the next cubicle, Lauren leaned closer to Sarah's vagina and blew softly on her exposed clitoris. The sensation was nearly overwhelming and Sarah bit her lip to stop herself from moaning. Lauren looked up, grinning, to see the effect she was having. Sarah shook her head savagely at Lauren to indicate that she should stop but Lauren just took this as encouragement. She leaned forward again and put her soft full lips against Sarah's little bud. This time Sarah couldn't stop herself from moaning. The rustling from the next cubicle stopped. Sarah hoped to God that girl in the next cubicle just thought she was constipated or something.

The girl was smarter than that though. There was a gap of a few inches at the bottom of the cubicle and Sarah saw a shadow and strands of hair pass across it.

The girl had bent down to peer under the cubicle and seen that more then one person occupied it. The loo flushed immediately and their anonymous neighbour dashed from her cubicle and out of the toilet.

Once they heard the door slam close Sarah pushed Lauren's laughing face away from her vagina.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she exclaimed.

Lauren grinned up at her; one hand still buried to its wrist inside her.

"Just thought you might need some gentle assistance, that's all!" she said, but her grin faltered when she saw how serious Sarah was.

"I can do it myself thanks," she said. "I just need your fist."

"Fine," said Lauren, a bit pissed off by Sarah's tone. "Then hurry up, my arms aching."

Sarah didn't even look at her again but brought herself to her own selfish climax on the end of Lauren's fist. When she had finished she felt a bit guilty at her treatment of best friend. The truth was she had been desperate to come and she realised that, like it or not, she really needed Lauren's help. Sarah needed Lauren to take her needs seriously but the trouble was Lauren hardly ever took anything seriously.

Lauren pulled out her wet hand and ran it across her face and lips; Sarah turned away, slightly ashamed. Lauren wanted to kiss her, to hold her but all Sarah wanted was to leave the cubicle as soon as possible.

As Sarah pushed past, Lauren touched Sarah's arm and said, with not a hint of amusement on her face, "Sarah, I'll be there any time you want."

Chapter 3.

This incident put a real strain on their relationship.

When she thought of Lauren, Sarah could only think of being wholly filled by her wrist. She kept thinking up ways to casually ask Lauren back to her place. In her mind she kept imagining seduction scenes where Lauren ended up fisting her without having to be asked. Sarah imagined herself in something loose and flowing with nothing on underneath, watching TV with Lauren. Lauren's hand would be close to her crotch and somehow - somehow - Lauren would just slip her hand into her and fill her again.

Her relationship with Geoff suffered too. She didn't want to have sex with him any more. She sort of felt obliged to as he was her fiance but their lovemaking sessions were dull and uninspiring. There was no way she could imagine asking him to fist her. When she looked at his huge hairy hands the thought of it made her almost ill. When he'd finished she would lock herself in the bathroom and masturbate, dreaming of being on the end of Lauren's arm again.

In all this time Sarah did not consider herself a lesbian. Lauren still did not appeal to her in a sexual way. All she wanted was her fist inside her and nothing else.

A week or so later Sarah had had enough. She drove to Lauren's unannounced and knocked on her door. To Sarah's relief she answered it. It was evening. She looked a little bleary-eyed to Sarah and had nothing on but a robe.

"Hey, Sarah! My favourite heterosexual. Come on in."

Sarah walked in without saying anything but when she got to the living room where the TV was blaring she got a huge surprise. Sprawled out on the sofa was none other than Ms. Pine, one of their lecturers. She was only partially dressed and Sarah got the impression this was some post-coital TV they were watching.

"Hi Sarah," said Ms. Pine, completely at ease.

"Oh, hi..." Sarah almost said 'Ms. Pine' from habit but it would have been ridiculous in this situation.

Ms. Pine swung her long legs down to the floor and sat in a more upright position.

"Call me Jenny," she said sweetly.

Lauren and Ms. Pine! Her supposed best friend had kept that little affair pretty quiet. On reflection she could see why. Ms. Pine was gorgeous. She was probably in her mid-thirties and all the boys (and a few of the girls too) adored her. She was not only attractive in a slim and willowy aristocratic way but she was smart and witty too. Sarah knew there was no 'Mr. Pine' so speculation about other members of staff being her boyfriend had been rife. Only Lauren had guessed the truth about her and it looked like Ms. Pine -Jenny - had now fallen for Lauren.

Sarah felt happy for Lauren but a strange pang of jealousy too. Ms. Pine was so cool - why on earth would she want to hang out with Lauren? And worse - with Jenny Pine around there was no way Sarah would be satisfied tonight.

Sarah backed out quickly. She gave some pathetic excuse about dropping by on her way past and hurried out as quick as she could. Lauren came with her to the hall.

"I was going to tell you Sarah, as soon as I could," she said, searching Sarah's eyes for signs of hurt.

Sarah wanted to reassure Lauren that it was not a problem.

"It's cool," she said. "Ms. Pine! Christ! I'm so happy for you."

Lauren grinned a big Cheshire Cat grin and said, "She's unbelievable!"

Lauren was, of course, referring to Ms. Pine's performance in the sack. Sarah managed to keep a smile on her face, but a pang of stupid jealousy shot through her. She thought of herself lying under Geoff as he heaved away on top of her; her smile faltered.

"You ok?" said Lauren, the sharp observer.

"Fine!"

"Then don't give me any bullshit about why you came by tonight. Tell me the truth."

Lauren knew Sarah was incapable of lying to her.

"You know," Sarah said feebly; she couldn't bring herself to say it.

Lauren's mental wheels clicked and a look of surprise crossed her face.

"You want me to fist you again?"

"Bingo," Sarah said, trying to smile through her misery.

Lauren looked at her, considering, then said, "Go to my bedroom. Undress. I'll be there in a minute."

Sarah was stunned. "What about Ms. Pine?" she asked.

"She'll understand."

Sarah wanted to say a hundred things. She wanted to say, 'Don't, I'm leaving', 'Don't tell her', 'You don't have to do this', but it was not Sarah's mind that dragged her to Lauren's bedroom it was Sarah's selfish cunt that needed Lauren's touch.

Sarah lay on Lauren's bed and shut her eyes tightly, wanting to blank out whatever excuses Lauren was making to her new lover to be with her and her needs. She began to cry. What the hell was she doing here?

Sarah heard the door click softly open and then close.

"I thought I told you to undress?" Lauren said softly.

Sarah felt the weight on the bed as Lauren sat down beside her.

"Oh God, Lauren," she said, tears brimming in, "What have I done?"

"Nothing that I don't want to do," she said, stroking Sarah's face gently.

Without any further words she tugged off her jeans and pulled down her panties. Sarah opened her legs automatically to let her in....

Sarah awoke the next morning in Lauren's bed, tucked in but still wearing last night's clothes, minus her jeans and panties. Her cunt was sore from the frantic pounding it had received last night. There was no sign of Lauren. She looked at the clock - it was late.

"Oh fuck!" she said and jumped out of bed. She ran to the kitchen... straight into the gaze of Lauren... and Jenny Pine. Smiling, both sets off eyes were drawn to Sarah's naked crotch that she quickly covered.

"That's a nice sight first thing in the morning!" quipped Jenny.

Sarah mumbled something incoherent. Her hair was mussed and she felt like a wreck. Jenny sat sipping coffee at the breakfast bar in looking impossibly cool in a sleeveless summer dress, as azure blue as her eyes, eyes that twinkled as mischievously as Lauren's.

Just what the hell HAD Lauren told her last night? Sarah no longer cared. She wanted the floor to swallow her up and carry her to hell.

She departed the kitchen with not a shred of dignity left. Lauren whistled at the sight of Sarah's naked buttocks retreating from their view.

Chapter 4.

Sarah found it impossible to sit in one of Ms. Pine's lectures now without thinking of Lauren and her. She was the consummate professional though. She never once glanced at either Lauren or her in any other way other than as a lecturer. Stupid. What was she expecting? A broad wink? When she looked over at Lauren she saw that her eyes were filled with devotion. She was obviously hooked. Sarah didn't blame her. If she'd been younger she would have had a crush on Ms. Pine herself.

Her relationship with Geoff was drawing to a close. Why on earth had she ever thought she wanted to marry him? He still came over, mostly for sex. They would watch TV until midnight, drinking steadily, then fall into bed for some drunken fumbling. She never came. As he fucked her she would be thinking of Lauren and the sexual high of being impaled on her fist. The trouble with that image was the Jenny Pine was now in it too, drawing Lauren away from her.

Had she screwed up Sarah's relationship with Lauren by asking her to fist her? Probably. Is that what drove her into Jenny Pine's arms (and legs)? Probably not. She was still only a friend and could never be a lover.

A week or two later she could not longer stand the inside of her empty flat. She drove over to Lauren's but she wasn't in. She got back in her car and hit the wheel with frustration. Shit. This just wasn't like her at all. Where the hell was Lauren?

Deep in the back of her mind, though, she knew exactly where she was. She cruised over to Jenny Pine's apartment. Lauren had told her where she lived, describing in detail what a cool place it was.

Feeling foolish she rang the buzzer. Jenny was in and, although a little surprised, told her to come up.

Jenny greeted her at the door wearing what looked like a man's shirt. It was obvious that she was naked underneath. Taught nipples on small breasts poked at the material making it stand up. She smiled.

"Looking for Lauren?" she asked.

"Yes, I hope you don't mind?"

"'Course not. She's in the bedroom, come through."

Lauren was indeed in the bedroom. She sat up in bed drinking a glass of wine; her large breasts with the large dark nipples fully exposed above a black and white checked duvet.

"Sarah!" she exclaimed, "You tracked me down!"

It was not even late yet it was obvious that Lauren and Jenny had been having sex earlier, or worse, had been interrupted from having sex by her. Sarah smiled weakly. She glanced over at Jenny Pine who smiled indulgently at Lauren as she lay propped up on the pillows.

"Can we talk?" Sarah asked.

"Fire away kiddo," said Lauren.

"Emmm, alone?" she asked.

"I was just getting some wine," said Jenny. "Want some Sarah?"

"No, No thanks - I'll be going soon."

Jenny left the bedroom and Sarah went and sat on the bed next to Lauren. She came straight to the point.

"I need it Lauren; I need it bad. Can you come over to my place later?"

Lauren looked at her with a look bordering on disbelief.

"Are you kidding? This is the first time she's let me sleep over. I don't want to blow it!"

Sarah knew she had no right to march into their relationship and make demands but she was desperate.

"Please Lauren. I'm... I'm your friend."

Again Lauren looked at her in with amazement.

"Yes, you're my friend, but friends don't barge in on their friends when they're having sex and demand that they come and fist them so they can get their kicks!" she hissed

She put it so crudely that Sarah was shocked that that was how Lauren saw her. She felt like crying. It was a hopeless situation; she should never have come.

Lauren, ever the astute observer, saw Sarah's face starting to crumple and put her arm round her. She felt one full breast brush against her.

"Hey! Cheer up kiddo. I said she wouldn't abandon you and I won't." Lauren paused for a moment. "Let's do it here; right now. Jenny's was going down on me and I'm buzzing."

Sarah looked at her, alarmed.

"Here?" she said, incredulously.

"Sure. Don't look at me like that. Jenny knows what I did to you the other night. She didn't mind at all.

She said she would have liked to have seen it. Well, now she can."

"NO!" Sarah said, horrified, standing up. "Why did you tell her?"

"What the fuck else was she supposed to say we were doing?"

"Oh Lauren, I can never sit in one of her classes again!"

"Relax! She doesn't mind. When it comes to sex she's done it all. She's really broad-minded."

"Oh am I?" Just then Jenny Pine returned to the bedroom carrying a glass of wine. She looked over at Lauren. "Broad-minded, eh?"

Lauren grinned at her. "Yes, Ms. Pine."

Sarah felt sick. She felt like some hideous gooseberry. She should never have come. She stood and found herself face-to-face with the Jenny Pine. Jenny regarded her face curiously. She reached up her free hand to stroke Sarah's long dark hair.

"I really don't mind if you stay sweety," she said.

Sarah blushed. She was torn. If she wanted to retain any vestige of dignity she should retreat right now. The trouble was her cunt was still hungry for Lauren's fist. She wavered, completely indecisive. As she hovered there, searching Jenny's eyes for what she must think of her she felt Lauren's hand on her behind. Lauren began to caress her, very gently and she shuddered. She could feel her legs giving way and suddenly she was sitting on the bed, eyes tightly shut.

She could feel hands pulling her down on to the bed and then other hands gently removing her clothes. Her head started spinning. She looked up briefly as Lauren and Jenny Pine removed her clothing piece by piece.

When she was naked she felt her legs being opened and fingers, wet fingers, being placed against the entrance to her vagina.

"Show me - show me everything," she heard Ms. Pine say. Her voice was more urgent that she had ever heard it before.

Lauren penetrated her as before. Each time it was easier for her to relax and let her hand slip in. As Lauren penetrated her she felt eager lips on hers. Opening her eyes she saw Jenny's face above her, her eyes enflamed with a frightening passion. Sarah closed her mouth tightly and pursed her lips but Jenny's eager tongue invaded her mouth, her mouth eating Sarah's.

As Lauren continued to fuck her, harder than she had ever done before, making her hips buck, Jenny pulled away from Sarah's mouth, hoisted the long shirt above her hips then straddled Sarah's face with her long legs. Letting herself down gently she pushed her cunt into Sarah's mouth.

"Eat me, Sarah. Eat me!" she moaned, rubbing the lips of her pussy over Sarah's lips.

Sarah was in such an advanced state of arousal now that she did as Jenny asked, flicking out her tongue to taste another woman's pussy for the first time. She gave as good as she could, wanting to please her lecturer.

Jenny Pine revelled at the sensations of Sarah's tongue on her enflamed cunt. She had been down between Lauren's legs earlier and was feeling the need for her own relief. She opened her eyes into the smiling face of Lauren, fist-fucking her best friend. It was all the more sweet as Sarah was a straight chick. Jenny had been jealous of the girls' friendship but now she felt in control. As she rode Sarah's face she grinned at Lauren and Lauren grinned right back. They were soul mates when it came to sex; the more wicked the better. Now they had found a devoted sex slave...

Epilogue

Lauren and Sarah's friendship ended that night and a bizarre new relationship took over. Sarah simpy became the lover's fist slut - willing to do whatever they wanted for the feels of first Lauren's, then later Jenny's fist. But Lauren and Jenny's relationship didn't last either. When Lauren left college and moved away they kept in contact but soon came to realise that it was only sex that had glued their relationship together. Lauren found a new lover and moved on. Jenny wasn't that hurt; each year a fresh batch of new students joined her class, and it was easy for her to pick out a suitable new partner. Geoff and Sarah split of course. No one except Sarah's parents were upset about it. You can find Sarah if you try hard enough. Look amongst the personal ads in some of the more sleazy publications for an ad that says:

"Girl, 30-something, urgently seeks woman (or man with small hands) for fisting pleasure..."

END

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