In her diary, she wrote :

I 've been thinking a lot about kinkiness and sexual perversion lately. What 's normal ? What 's just kinky, and what is out-and-out perverted ? normal people, I guess, like simple-minded, normal sex. Man-woman vaginal intercourse material, with a little oral thrown in for variety. Kinky people like their sex with a twist, maybe with some adventure and some strange context. And props. Sometimes nappy people get a bit preoccupied 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. pervert, on the other hand, well, perverts have at least two kinky urges that they have to experience together, and are totally obsessed by the mentation of doing it. society has to frown on what they do, or it just is n't perverted. It 's true up that abusive, hurtful sex is perverted, but you 're still considered a degenerate even if what you do only freaks people out.

I have to admit it. I have become a deviate. I am completely focused on my arse, and I 'm dying to get deeper into Lesbian sex. I want a cleaning lady to caress my ass. I want her to worship it, kiss it, bite and suck it. I want her to lick my dickhead. I want her to sink her boldness in my fissure. 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 sugariness, hairless, beautiful pussy.

A day later, she wrote :

I went to The drop tonight, and I thought I had the cleaning lady. Arab, I think. Beautiful dreary middle. But I made a move and she told me that she was no jade.

And then, of line, I knew it. I 'm not just a pervert. I am a slut. A kinky, perverted, Lesbian strumpet. At to the lowest degree right now I 'm a sapphic adulteress. I 've been a

straight trollop for years. God, I love being a slut !

I did n't fuck anybody today, but I did salve the taxi menu home by blowing the number one wood. He was mediate eastern, and had a very skinny prick with a big red circumcised head word, and he came in about 30 seconds. He did n't even touch my knocker until he was already cumming. I 'm so horny.

She closed her password-protected diary file, slipped the quarter round ride out of the port and into her pocketbook beside her bed, and moved to the cyberspace. The thumb drive went with her everywhere she went. She had been keeping a diary of her sex aliveness - every ace detail of her sex life-time - for twenty years, ever since she left college. It spanned many volumes now, and she had recently copied the old files out to the cloud. It was quite a

report. There was as passionate a deion of the twenty-first meter she was fucked up the ass, as the first sentence. Every lover was described in contingent, right down to the unique texture of his ball or the special redolence of her cunt.

She scanned for new messages in her favourite forums. Her tribade movie site was a waste of spam, as it usually was.

The one specializing in anal pics was a bit better. person had posted a whole series of pictures of a very pretty young blonde taking a cock up the ass while a much previous, butch-haired brunette worked on her kitty. They were both clad in bra, supporter, stockings and dog, with their

breast pulled out of the bra cups. Her fingerbreadth slid inside the nylon step-in that were all she wore as she sat at her desk. Quickly, expertly, with the

experience of decennium of daily praxis, she began to jack off. One picture in peculiar caught her care, in which the older cleaning woman 's finger were rich inside the young girl 's bitch, the stopcock was buried in her ass, and both adult female were facing the tv camera, beautiful eyes staring out at her. Her right manus worked her clit, while her left hired man teased the severely pap on her au naturel, full, aright breast.

Before she could cum, however, her eye was drawn to something on the screen she had n't noticed before. The site advertised another group specializing in fisting. Fisting ! Intriguing. Reluctantly withdrawing her hand from her pussy, she clicked on the link. Now this group was something unlike ! 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 porno. There were usually two women and a man. One woman was either blowing the man or taking him up her bastard, while the other fistfucked her stretch along, dripping kitty. Often, they would flip-flop positions, and usually the serial ended with cum on the faces of two apparently ecstatically happy women.

Then she saw a variation on the radiation pattern, and gushed into her panty on the daub. Her paw quickly assumed their favourite masturbation spot, and in seconds she was cumming with frantic mania. She whimpered and began stroking herself again.

The ikon 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 tit, with a large, hard turncock up her pussy, and the tiny fist of a very young-looking, very cute blonde, buried to the wrist joint 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 ivory the succeeding nighttime, and positioned herself at the bar, short tight doll hiked up to show her long, shapely nylon-clad peg to best advantage ; buttons on her silken white blouse undone enough to disclose her full-of-the-moon knocker to view when she moved just the correctly way. It was very clear-cut that she was on the make. She refused the go of a drinkable, politely, from a dyke in blue jean and a t-shirt, before a very attractive Cy Young ma'am sat down beside her. This was not the blonde of her phantasy, but she was worth investing some time in. The girl was about five infantry three, with short dark John Brown

hair and beautiful John Brown middle. She wore a cream-coloured trouser suit with a matching blouse, that rivalled hers in undo push button and exposed breast.

'' I 'm capital of Seychelles, '' the quondam woman said.

'' Karen, '' the pretty little matter responded in a low voice, middle lowered.

Karenic bought her a drink, which the diminutive brunet handed to Victoria. After her first sip, Victoria Falls placed the potable on the counter and took Karenic 's deal in hers. She watched the girl glimpse at her pass over leg, which Victoria slowly uncrossed so that she could lean nigh. `` You have beautiful workforce, '' she purred seductively. `` So soft, so - tiny. This one 's a everlasting size. '' The young charwoman looked up sharply.

'' Do you care hands ? '' the pretty brunet asked.

'' I love hands, '' was the answer. `` I 'm really getting into hired man. Small hands are C. H. Best, do n't you consider ? '' She closed the girl 's fingers into a slopped ball, raised it to her sass and kissed it softly, then continued in an even depleted interpreter, `` fist are nice, too ... ''

'' I - I 'm not a - an expert - on clenched fist. Hands. But I suppose small mitt would be - better. '' She took the previous woman 's hand in hers, stroked it gently, frowning. `` Yours is pretty too, but I would n't say it 's small ... ''

Victoria smiled. `` No, it 's not little, but perhaps we do n't both need small script. Perhaps your small hand will be enough. But my fingers are long, are n't they ? ``

'' Long enough, I 'm sure. ``

'' Do you think I have a pretty sassing ? ``

Without a minute 's hesitation, the little girl replied `` Oh, yes. A very pretty sassing ! ``

'' Well then. A young lady with a tiny fist, and an old lady with a pretty mouth - and farseeing finger's breadth. ``

The girl was dumb, looking intently into her eyes. Victoria Falls slid gracefully off the barstool, and helped her cute friend down from hers. Without a discussion, she led her to The bead 's doorway, and into a waiting cab.

Victoria Falls directed the cab to her flat, and once again send Karen 's hand in her own. She stroked it gently, then kissed it once again. In the back of the taxi, Karen 's hired man was gently placed on Victoria Falls 's nyloned leg, and directed higher and higher up her thigh. Queen Victoria felt the familiar, welcome stirrings in her bitch as Karen 's finger began to operate on their own against the bare flesh above her thigh-high stocking. The edge of Karen 's paw brushed against her lace panties, causing a quick gush that soaked her hot pussy.

Tonight, Victoria paid the driver, but she took a long severely look at his erection, eyebrows raised dramatically, to let him lie with that she knew he 'd been sneaking peeks at the lesbian devotee in the back bottom. Then she led Karen, by the deal, past the smirking doorkeeper and into her building. When the elevator doorway closed, Victoria quickly pressed Karenic against the back wall, planted a passionate candy kiss on her open mouth, and roughly pressed her hand into the daughter 's crotch. Karenic melted under the ravishment. She kissed back hard, hands waving uselessly in the air around her sometime devotee. The doorway

opened. Victoria broke the candy kiss and abruptly turned and walked out of the elevator. Karenic, stunned, followed her to the door of an apartment that capital of Seychelles unlocked quickly. They stepped inside. Victoria closed the door and resumed her passionate feeler against the near wall. While her glossa probed Karen 's backtalk, Victoria Falls flipped the buttons on Karen 's pants, dropped the zipper and slid the pant over her ass. Karenic responded by sliding her hands up Queen Victoria 's skirt to work her business firm posterior. Soon, Karen 's crownwork was off and her blouse open, revealing a cream-coloured lacy bra. Their clapper never leaving each former 's sass, Karenic 's hired man found capital of Seychelles '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 charwoman. Her knife explored my oral fissure, her lips embraced and sucked at mine. God, I love to have my low lip sucked by the soft sassing of another woman. Her pussy was so wet, my hand was soaking even through her pantyhose. She does n't wear panties under her pantyhose, which I like - it makes it so much easier to function her pretty short 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 deal 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 did n't mean pussy. I pulled my finger out of her plastered pussy and placed it to her lips. Her optic widened momentarily, then she accepted it shyly. And of course of study, placed her own pussy-drenched fingerbreadth to my lips, so I I sucked it in quickly. I liked the gist her very mild fragrance had on the conversant taste of my vagina.

I bit down gently on her finger, then slid my own out of her rima oris and back into the nylon that still defined the back talk of her pussy. I 'm sure I must birth had a sly grin on my face as I dragged her, by the finger between my tooth and the pussy hooked by my own finger, towards my chamber. She could only take short whole tone because of the slacks at her mortise joint, 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, `` read 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 dresser, and I massaged her lovely breasts roughly, grinding my cunt into

her abdomen. 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 pinch. She tweaked my nipples hard. It hurt, a lovely, aphrodisiac pain. `` Again ! '' I commanded. She pulled one nipple heavy, and grabbed the early white meat roughly. I moaned. I creamed against her indulgent belly. Her eyes closed, she winced against the coarse treatment I administered to her middling titties.

Then I moved to her nerve. My pussy found her odorous lips, and her clapper found my clit in seconds. She had eaten pussy before. I came on her nerve in short order.

'' My crook ! '' she said. I shook my mind. Not yet. From the draftsman beside my bed, I produced a large tube of fossil oil jelly, and an even larger dildo.

'' Put this in your pussy, '' I instructed her, giving her the dildo. Itslid in very easily, despite its size.

It was time to get down to the business of getting my bastard fistfucked by Karen, the beautiful, aroused piffling sapphic. Propping my head up on a few pillows, I spread my legs wide and lifted them up over my body. My kitty 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 deal are you going to fuck me with ? '' She held up her right. `` Grease it up, but you ca n't use your leave alone helping hand to facilitate. '' She smiled, as comprehension came to her. Karenic 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 cranny of my ass, up to my pussy, then slowly across my clit. She knew what she was doing. One by one, she used her fingerbreadth to search 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 pollex inside me while she wiggled her indicant finger against my still sensible clit.

In a moment of originative Passion of Christ, she pulled one of my legs over her articulatio humeri, so that her typeface was inch from my slippery, wet genital surface area. She placed her hand against the opening to my quim and slowly pushed forward, the longer finger sinking inside. But before she went too far, she tickled my anus with her thumb, and looked up me with a questioning brow raised. `` Do it ! '' I commanded, and her thumb force hard into my tidal bore SOB. My ass clenched in response. `` Lick me, '' I continued, and her natural language eagerly splashed onto my clitoris, where she flicked it concentrated. I came again. I pulled her head away and said, `` Your wrist. Grease your wrist. '' Her centre widened, but she obeyed. My pussy reacted again to the motion on and around it.

'' Do you want me to fistfuck you ? Should I nonplus my fist up your snatch ? '' She emphasized the dirty words as she spoke.

Yes, fistfuck my pussycat - to start. '' I replied, in the same tone. She looked puzzled, butI did n't respond. Her manus 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 all-embracing division of her hand was stretching the hide surrounding my pussy. It hurt. `` No ! '' I said, as she bean to unsay for another stab. `` Push ! push button it right in. '' She complied with a full-blooded smiling, and with a painful jerk, she was in me up to her wrist.

'' Fuck me ! Fistfuck me ! '' I commanded. Karenic pushed in and out, quickening the footstep as she learned how much my stretched bit could make. Her arm moved in deeper, until I could feel her digit exploring spot I did n't know I had. It felt so good.

'' Move your bridge player around. open air and close your hand. Make a clenched fist ! ``

She responded with a giggle, and proceeded to do so. Then she opened her hand again, and stretched her finger's breadth as wide as she could, causing me to gasp. In and out, overt and closed, her mitt explored thr depths of my to the highest degree buck private situation. My second most buck private place. I reached between my legs and grasped her arm near the articulatio cubiti, beginning to draw in it out.

'' Am I hurting you too much ? '' she asked with concern.

'' Oh, no, '' I laughed lustily. `` pay me your cunt. '' I touched my fingerbreadth to my lips as I said that. She eagerly swung around, where I placed her on her back, and moved into a sixty-nine lieu on top of her. But instead of dropping my twat down onto her mouth, I placed a knee on either side of her torso, and cleave my ass high into the air. `` meet my bastard. bewilder a finger interior. '' She complied, and began to whimper as my clapper 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 spokesperson. `` You can study that up your ass ? ``

'' Do it ! '' I commanded. Her fingerbreadth had opened my sphincter enough that it slid in without much trouble. She fucked my ass with it while I ate her confection, dripping pussy to an orgasm. She has a pretty pussy. Her labia are turgid, but not too vauntingly. Her vaginal fluid tastes more sweet than fishy, but it has that manifest sexual feel. The odour around her quim was delectable. She used a very mild fragrance that mingled well with the marvelous cunty feel. She was completely shaved, not uncommon for women who expect to get nearly of their sexual satisfaction through mutual cunnilingus. I enjoyed licking the entirely beautiful area.

'' Now, '' I instructed Karen, `` pull that affair out and put three or four finger's breadth inside. '' She did, but she was clearly surprised. She went straight to four fingers. My ass pushed hard against her passably little hand.

'' You do n't mean ... ''

'' I told you - fistfucking my pussy was a start. mysterious ! '' I moaned, but went back to crop on her clit. `` Your thumb ! '' My arsehole stretched wide open. She pushed and pulled back, then pushed her bridge player into my ass again - but not nearly hard enough. `` Twist it into my asshole. Push harder, '' I instructed. Karen did what she was told. I tongued her puss fix. She worked my anus laborious, until the beautiful painfulness 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 moan as my asshole clenched down on her carpus, locking it inside me.

'' Now, '' I whimpered, `` we 're almost there. I need one more matter. '' Karen was shocked once again. `` Fuck my puss with your other hand ! ``

'' Your cunt ? '' Karen questioned. beneficial little lesbians do n't say cunt.

'' My slit ! My fucking CUNT ! Fist my puss ! '' I commanded. Karenic fisted my pussy. Her left hand slipped in very easily.

The esthesis of a fist in both my golf hole at the same time was like naught I had ever experienced before - not any of the century, no thousands, of sexual experiences with men, woman and both together had prepared the depth of my lumbus for this incredible violation. Karen found a cycle with her hand - pushing one deeper while pulling the early back - that sent me over the top. It must take looked like she was punching me - left, right, left, properly ! I gushed into her hand and moaned from the profoundness of my throat. I engulfed her kitty with my outdoors back talk and tongue-fucked her until she cried out for me to barricade. When I was fucking well make, I stopped.

Victoria and Karenic, a pair of well-fucked lezzies, fell back onto the bed and cuddled each other for a spell. 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 handwriting .