I met Sophie through mutual friends two years ago. Green cats eyes, long golden hair and beautiful round breasts. She was 20 years old, my perfect sweet innocent little straight girl. She was full of false confidence, but her eyes belied her nervousness around me. Like a lamb, she feared the lion, but her legs wouldn’t run away. Like other lambs before her, she was uncontrollably drawn to me. My first thoughts were to corrupt her beyond redemption.
I didn’t fuck her the first night, although she was drunk and I’m sure I could have taken advantage, I saved it. I invited her to the lion’s den later that week, and after a couple of drinks she submitted to me. I gave her soft lesbian sex, gentle with my tongue and my fingers, hot and smooth against her body, everything a man isn’t. The novelty factor draws them in, brings them back for more, something new, something different, everything they often wished a man would be, but rarely was.
She was shy and self conscious with her body at first, I made her do it with the lights on, she was nervous and reluctant to open her legs for me. Eventually her body spoke for her, her desire took over and her legs spread wide. I will never forget the first time I looked at her open cunt, tidy and perfect and neat, glistening with the wetness that was oozing out of her, telling me of her secrets and her darkest fantasies that her face tried so desperately to hide. I knew as I tongued her wetness that I wanted to own her cunt and her body and to fuck her every way possible. I wanted her to be mine.

Over the following weeks, we couldn’t get enough of each other. My desire for her ruled my life and I learnt to live and work off very little sleep. She gradually got a taste for pussy and to this day fucks me like no-one has before or since. But enough about me, this story is about Sophie and her beautiful cunt. Bit by bit, our sex got rougher and more primal as passion took over. I often fantasized about fisting her, but I never told her of these fantasies as I knew they would scare her. Every time I fucked her, I just gave her more. More fingers. More hard. More deep. More. I refused to tell her how many fingers did what at any one time. She loved three fingers and would thrust back at my hand. Her wetness was overwhelming. I soon progressed to four fingers and my thumb on her clit. I introduced her to lube and she took four fingers easily. Everything slippy and wetter than ever I decided that was the night I was going to fist her.

She was on her back on the bed and I pulled her legs as wide as they would go. Her pussy was open and the lips swollen and red with desire, want and need to be fucked. There was already a lot of lube everywhere on my hand and her pussy and her juices were flowing out of her and dribbling down. Never had she wanted me more. Her clear green eyes were glazed with lust and her golden hair damp with sweat and my cum, and messed up with all the earlier fucking. I knelt between her legs and looked down at her gorgeous form, her breasts full and her little pink nipples hardened where I had sucked them. Marks from my teeth where I had bitten her, harder than I should have perhaps, but self control was not something I possessed at that moment.  All I wanted in those seconds was to possess her totally. I wanted the ultimate act of submission, I wanted her to take my whole hand inside her.

I pushed four fingers straight between her swollen lips, still slack from where I had just fucked them. They opened for my fingers. I tucked my thumb in and pushed again, slowly but persistently forcing into her. My hand stuck at the knuckles. It hurt her she said. I didn’t care, I was hellbent on getting my fist in her cunt. I pushed again and twisted slightly, bending to lick her clit at the same time. She screamed and panicked at the pressure from my hand. I was not stopping this time. I was relentless with my assault on her. I put my mouth around her clit and sucked as I pushed harder with my hand, and with a final pop, I was in. She sucked my whole hand deep into her and her ravaged lips closed tight around my wrist. Her panic subsided as my hand slipped into her and she squirted almost instantly on my hand. I felt a rush second to none as she came on my hand, the exquisite glove tight and hot around my fingers, her face shifted from panic to ecstasy in seconds as her head fell back to the pillow.

I know exactly the fear she felt at the thought of being fisted, broken, destroyed. I know exactly the excitement she felt too at the depravity of the act. I know she knew what I was doing to her although she chose to be blind to it. I know how she felt when my hand was in her. When she submitted totally to me. Her pussy was mine. Is still mine. I know how intense it felt as my hand pushed into her. The intensity was so much. Almost too much. Pushing the boundary between pleasure and pain. Treading the border between everything and too far. But she trusted me, loved me, knew it would be okay. And that night of her first time, everything changed between us. Our relationship moved to a new level, a new intimacy. Now she knew such intensity of feeling existed, her life would never be the same again.

Fisting became like a drug to her, she constantly craved it. Her yearning to be filled encompassed every aspect of our life together. The more I fisted her, the more she wanted it, the more her cunt opened to me with incomparable wetness. I fisted her on her back, doggy style, with her on top, while 69ing her. I fisted her in our bed, living room, kitchen, garden, on the car at night, pub toilets, while walking the dog in the sunshine, there was nowhere she didn’t want it.

The fisting itself changed. Sometimes it was long and slow and passionate. Once inside her, I would curl my fingers into a fist, twisting, turning, playing within her, pushing her G spot till she squirted time and time and time again. Pulling slowly out and pushing back in, her orgasms repeated and uncontrollable, her body squirming and writhing under my control.
Sometimes she wanted me hard and fast. Fucking her. Savaging her. Fisting her like you imagine it might be if you had never done it. Punch fisting I think they call it. I never really believed it was possible. Never really believed that such an assault could possibly be enjoyable. It only works when she really wants it. She is so wet and so hot and her cunt is so hungry for my hand. I curl my fingers into a fist and build up the intensity gradually. Pulling slightly out and then pushing back in. Faster, harder, deeper. Deeper than I thought possible, my wrist disappearing further and further in as I hammer her cervix. Her body rigid against my hand, back arched, head back, neck exposed, blood pulsing through her veins as a sex rash spreads across her breasts. Has she ever felt more alive than when my hand is driving into her?
There are small orgasms and squirting when I start, then it builds to a crescendo as I punch into her and then the waves crash over her and her body quivers, her cunt walls crush around my hand. Have I ever felt more alive than when I feel that finale, that pure pleasure emanating from my hand?
Then slowly it all subsides, my hand still deep inside her, her legs still shaking as her body relaxes post orgasm. Her eyes open and she searches out my mouth for kisses. Her lips reach up to me desperately seeking kisses, needing kisses to soothe the burning inside. Kisses to calm her body. Kisses to reassure her that despite that depraved act and ultimate submission, I still love her. I kiss her lips, her face, her golden hair, her neck. Of course I still love her. So much more every time I fuck her. Gorgeous girl Sophie. Gorgeous cunt Sophie.

Loved it !!! 

Oh YA! I love this story, so kinky and yet so poetic. I love the pace this is told in, nothing rushed, nothing drawn out, it's just the right length to keep everything flowing. Thank you so SO much for sharing this, and it sounds like you have hit the jackpot with your special someone. Keep on fisting that Cunt, and hopefully you will tell us more in the future ;-)

OK try this one- I will post in a minute

For anyone who is confused, I am female, 28 years old and have been in a lesbian relationship with the lovely Sophie for the last two years.

If I could give you another +K right now... I WOULD. Heck I would give you 10 for the wonderful detail you put into your stories. Thank you so much Lara for your stories of "ruining" Sophie's cooch. ^_^

Like it mmmmm bit of an understatement 

Beautiful story. The writing really gets me into it.

I told her to meet me in a quiet car park we both knew. It was in the country, surrounded by trees and hills, commonly used by ramblers in the daytime. Empty in the evenings, I hoped. Although honestly the thought that in might not be completely empty turned me on massively. I told her to wear a short black dress and slutty heels. No underwear. I wanted the cold night air to play with her, tease her, tickle her clit and leave her wet for me.

Her car pulled into the carpark a couple of minutes after mine and in she got out and walked towards mine. She was stunning in the dull silvery light of the moon. She was dressed exactly as I asked, her dress short, tight, low cut. Her heels high, black, sexy as fuck. Her golden hair shining in the moonlight, a little too perfect, a little too done, ready for me to mess it up.

I wore a strap on under my jeans. Long, thick, black. It was very difficult to dress over it, pressing it against my thigh and pulling my jeans tight over it. I felt so powerful with it barely hidden under my clothes. I got out of the car and pulled her to me, the musky scent of her perfume mixing with the musky scent of her sex. The fragrance of her overpowered my senses. I held her body into mine and kissed her; so fresh, so sweet, so clean, yet so slutty. She felt my cock pressing against her. Bigger and harder than any man. Wanting her more than anyone. I felt her heart beat quicken as she realised what she was going to get. Her fingers fumbling frantically with my belt as she kissed me, in her wanton desire to be fucked by the black monster between my legs.

I undid my jeans and jerked my cock free, he looked so big and dangerous in the faint light. She dropped to her knees for me and took the cock in her mouth, covering him in her saliva, readying him to fuck her. I knew the power any man feels when his woman drops to her knees for him. I looked at the delicious curves of her body as she was on the floor, I pulled her silken hair back from her beautiful face and saw the black cock violating her pretty mouth. My princess, my whore.

I pulled out of her sullied mouth and dragged her to her feet. I flung her on her back onto the bonnet of the car, her little nipples hard beneath the black silk, her legs falling slightly apart under the dress with her want for me. She pulled her dress up over her hips and opened her legs, she was so wet she glistened in the moonlight and smeared onto the hard metal of the car. Her eyes gazed up at me glowing darkly, the unsaid promise to fulfill every fantasy I ever had. The look that says I’ll give you everything if you just fuck me now.  Own me now. Possess me totally. Her cunt practically begging for my cock, bubbling, dripping, wanting.

I grabbed her hips and thrust into her, her saliva and her desire easing penetration. She gasped as she felt him enter her, her back arched in capitulation. With each thrust, she took the cock deeper inside her, splayed with abandon upon the car. She asked for it harder, faster. I fucked her harder, faster, grabbing the cheeks of her ass and pulling her onto me. Her breathing and her groans quickened and I could see the lips of her cunt stretched wide around my massive cock as she took him all the way in. She came hard as i rammed into her, shaking, screaming, still wanting more. The perfect girl- she always wants more.

People often ask what I feel when fucking her with a strap on. I feel everything. My cock is just an extension of me. It bangs against my clit as I bang it into her. The strap tight between the lips of my cunt moves as I do. Slipping in my wetness.

She got back to her feet, somewhat unsteady now on her high heeled slutty shoes and bent over the car with one leg up. Her dress still crumpled and pushed up, her ass exposed to the darkness and her long defined legs so sexy in those heels. I fucked her again with my cock, so powerful over her. In her. I pulled her breasts out of her dress and they moved with the force which I banged her body with. I love fucking her so hard that they move. She came again and squirted and I felt the rush of her wet on my thigh. I pulled my cock out of her and pushed my hand at her wetness. She reached back and grabbed my wrist and pulled it into her. Her juices dribbled down my arm as I fucked her with my hand. I felt her enveloping my hand with her heat, contrasting with the cold of her skin in the night. Her cunt hungered for me. Wanted everything. Wanted more. She clamped my hand deep inside her and all her muscles contracted as she came again and again. Squirting and screaming and lost in the moment.

Were we alone? Was anyone listening? Watching? Maybe.

Would she care if a thousand people were watching? No.

When you want it enough you don’t care who sees you. When you scream like that you don’t care who hears you.