Date: Mon, 22 Jul 2002 20:37:01 -0700 (PDT)
From: Sally 34 <sally34uk@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Fist Slut (fisting)

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..."

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