Date: Sun, 27 Mar 2005 17:12:00 -0800 (PST)
From: Paige Crystal <river_of_honey@yahoo.com>
Subject: Stretching the limits 1 (Fg, fist)

-My first story, be gentle with me-

Stretching the limits

By Sapphire

When I was fourteen I started babysitting for Anne's
kids. Anne was in her early thirties, had two kids and
a husband who was mainly involved in staying away from
home. She was a tall, slender woman with a broad smile
and piercing green eyes.
Since I was tormented by puberty, I was ugly every
time I looked into the mirror.
Every now and then the situation would arise, that,
when Anne's husband was away and she herself had prior
engagements, she would call me to baby-sit.  I would
bring the kids to bed, watch some TV and sleep in a
spare bed. Sometimes Anne would arrive early and we
would drink some wine, exchange stories and go to bed.
Yes, she was a beautiful woman. She would try to
convince me I was one too, which, of course, I found
very hard to believe. I would lie there in bed, wide
awake, waiting for the familiar sound of the key being
inserted into the lock and the sigh of exhaustion as
she came home.
Sometimes, when I was in an especially adventurous
mood I would indulge in harmless fantasies about sex
with faceless men, and have light buzzing orgasms,
which would just nudge me a little closer to sleep.
One night I woke up at Anne's place. She was drunk; I
heard her uncertain shuffle in the living room. Being
a friend I managed to ignore my sleepiness and headed
downstairs.
Anne was a mess. Apathetically she sat on the sofa
with a thousand-mile stare.
"Hi Anne," I mumbled and sat next to her, squinting my
eyes at the ambient light.
She didn't speak, but wiped her eyes in violently
uncontrolled gesture.
"What's up?" I asked.
"I got ditched"
"By whom?"
"Some guy I know," she said and sighed.
The message didn't come through at first. "What?"
"I had a boyfriend. But the fuck broke up," she
whispered and started to cry. Bewildered I lay a hand
on her and stroked her arm.
"Come here", I remember saying. She turned towards me
and started crying her eyes out in my arms. I just sat
there, stroking her hair until she calmed down.
"Thanks for the moral support," she said and touched
my cheek, a broken smile upon her lips. "God, I feel
like shit. Then she started to cry again.
It hadn't taken me much to figure out that she had
been lonely for the better part of her life. So as not
to insult my and her intelligence I didn't ask her why
she had been seeing someone else.
We drank one more glass of wine and went to sleep.

Later that month it was upon me again to fulfill my
duty as the guardian of Anne's kids. I walked in,
greeted the kids and yelled her name.
"Come upstairs, please," she yelled back.
I found her in her bedroom. She was nervous and ran
past me towards a closet, wearing nothing but her
panties and her bra, the nipples of her very small
breasts trying to pierce the delicate fabric. She
yanked a dress out of the closet and put it on. "Zip
me up, will you, dear," she gasped.
I said okay and that was when time seemed to move so
very slowly.
I touched her bare back and felt a flash jolt through
me. Unnerved I zipped up her dress, she gave me a peck
on the cheek, bade me goodbye and ran off.
That night the television was a non-existent entity,
spraying photons in my direction but they all seemed
to miss me. At last I went to bed, waited for her to
return, heard her walk by and go to bed.
But sleep? No.

It took me two weeks to discover that I had developed
a crush on her. I thought too much about her, indulged
too much in her company and was severely in need of a
touch of her. My thoughts drifted far and beyond
anything I thought I could imagine. My fantasies
became less and less harmless to the point where I
would imagine her touching me, where I would touch
myself. The shock of the first time when I admitted
her into my fantasies slowly faded with each ensuing
time I imagined her touching my face, my neck, my
breasts, my clit, slowly pushing open my vagina with
one finger, then two.
One night when I was at it again, I thought of her and
her kids and that I would likely have some kids of my
own one day.
The excitement stopped cold.
Holy fuck!
Imagining having to push a kid through that narrow
hole, Jesus fucking Christ, that had to hurt.
Too scared of thing about sex I managed to abstain
from masturbating.
For the period of three days, because Anne was in need
of my assistance again.
I asked Anne whether it hurt to give birth. She
nodded, I freaked.
That night, lying in the spare bed, I decided to
stretch things, literally.
Anne would someday walk towards me, kiss me softly.
Startled I would kiss her, touch her, cup a breast and
fondle it. She would invite me to go to bed.
Breathless I would comply.
 We would undress and stand in front of each other.
She would ask me, whether I wanted this. I would nod.
We would kiss again, I would scratch her back, and she
would grab my ass and pull me towards her. We would
fall on the bed. Breaking the kiss, she would touch my
clit, I would soak. She would go down, lick my clit,
insert a finger in me, then two, shoving them in and
out.
I would arch my back and beg for more. She would try
three fingers, and let some saliva drip unto my
vagina. She would ask me whether I really wanted this,
I would gasp "yes" and she would surely push four
fingers in me until I didn't know where the pain ended
and the pleasure started.
I desperately fingered myself up to the point where I
managed to plough three fingers in my soaking wet
cunt. I clenched my jaws as I tried to muffle my cries
and relax the muscles in my cunt and push another
finger in. With my other hand I feverishly rubbed my
clit until my back arched like a longbow and I came so
hard I couldn't remember making a sound.
My climax stopped short as if it had hit a brick wall.
All was quiet.
Thank God.
Maybe she was just being polite.

Next morning she was polite, as ever, thank heavens.
As much as I could I practiced until my vagina was so
wide that I finally managed to fill it with my hand.
Soon after my fist fit snugly. I learned to bite into
my pillow to stop myself from screaming from pleasure
so as not to draw too much attention from my sisters
and my mother towards me.

I had no plans to seduce Anne, how could I?

Anne had returned home, drunk again. Life hadn't been
too kind for her lately. Men had become sexist pigs, I
wouldn't know.
I sat beside her again, hearing her mutter. Somehow I
looked at her and found her staring at me. Things
became blurry there and then.
Suddenly I found us kissing passionately and ripping
each other's clothes off. I felt her small breasts and
touched a nipple. She stuck a tongue into my mouth and
pulled my face hard against hers.
I slid a hand towards her mound, she stopped and
looked at me.
"I...," she started.
"I want this to happen," I said and touched her
panties.
Quickly she killed the lights and started french
kissing me. I felt that she was wet though her panties
and pushed the fabric away. My fingers felt her warmth
and her wetness and found her clit, which I started to
rub. My middle finger nudged against her entrance and
slipped in smoothly. I felt the come flow out of my
cunt.
"Please touch me," I whispered as I grabbed her hand
and placed it on my mound. She complied and started to
rub my clit. I started pushing three fingers in and
out of her. She was wide on account of having given
birth to two kids.
"You too," I said. She hesitated. "Do it." I hissed
and gasped as she put two more fingers inside me. I
stopped kissing her and grabbed her tightly. "More."
"What?"
"One more finger."
She did, I felt my muscles stretch and grunted. She
touched my clit with her thumb and things went black.
I came to, still holding her tightly.
"Anne?"
"Yes?"
"One more finger, I can take it."
"No."
"Yes" I said and grabbed her hand still buried inside
me. "Do it, I am ready."
She released me and let me lie on the sofa. I spread
my legs as much as I could. She let some saliva drip
unto my cunt and started to push her hand in.
"Oh yes" I whispered, "oh yes."
She gave me surprised look when she found that her
whole hand fit. Slowly she pushed her entire hand in
and out, pumping my cunt till I was grunting with
pleasure. She stopped, I wanted to look up but then I
felt her fist entering my cunt. Her fist went deep,
deeper than I had so far fisted myself. One withdrawal
was all it took. I clenched my teeth so hard that it
hurt.
When I looked up again, I saw her with a puzzled gaze.
"Oh my God" I managed to gasp.
"That thing," she said. "Will you return the
courtesy?"
"If you're up to it."
"I think I am."
"From behind, I want to finger myself."
I rolled off the couch and watched her rest with her
arms upon the sofa, her ass slightly tilted upwards. I
moved behind her and felt her wet cunt. She shivered.
Gently I touched her cunt. I wanted to lick her, so I
fell to my knees, spread her ass cheeks and licked
her. Ann groaned. Hungrily I lapped up her juices,
stuck my tongue inside her.
"Please, Cam," Anne begged.
Slowly I pushed in my index finger and felt the ribbed
inside of her. She was wide so I pushed in three
fingers. I made her rock softly while I fingerfucked
her for some time. Anne started to touch her clit and
whisper sweet words. Encouraged I pushed four fingers
inside her. She was so smooth they went in easily.
Anne arched her back.
"More," she gasped.
I withdrew my hand, clenched my fist and pushed it
against her vulva. I felt her cunt stretch but
continued. In the twilight I saw Anne claw her fingers
in the sofa. I pushed some more and my fist slid in.
Anne made a raw throaty sound. Her juices were running
down my arm and I started to feel horny again. I
touched my clit and started to rub my clit as I fisted
her. I pushed harder and harder till Anne started to
shake her head and suddenly went stiff.
She collapsed with my fist still inside her.
I wrapped an arm around her, found her clit and
started rubbing it. Ever so slow I pushed my fist back
in again.
"Please, Cam, don't," she said, but I withdrew my hand
and pushed my fist back in.
"I can't, oh my God."
"Touch your breasts for me," I whispered.
Anne moved and started to kneed her small breasts. I
let her clit go and put the palms of my hands
together. Slowly I pushed them against her cunt, felt
her stretch and pushed some more. Anne made a funny
noise and started to rub her clit with one hand and
continued to kneed a breast. "Cam, Cam, ooooh," she
gasped as I pushed two hands into her.
She thrust her hips backwards and came breathlessly.
I removed my hands and fell back on my ass. I swept
some hair from my forehead and felt my hair stick onto
my head.
"Feel better?" I asked.
"Mmhh," she groaned.
"You've got a great body."
"I'm starting to like it too. I'm thirsty, want some
wine?"
"I'd love to."
Naked we sat next to each other and drank some more
wine.
"Want to do this more often?" I asked.
"Yes. But how did you manage this?"
"I'm committed."
"Reasonable answer."
"Can I sleep with you in bed tonight?"
"Always, Cam, always."


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