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Ellen was 19, a former high school cheerleader, and was working at a nearby plastics plant. I was finishing my senior year. She watched me skinny dipping in a millpond in our little town, then after a while, stripped and jumped in with me. That was how we started seeing each other. (We didn't have sex that first time we were nude together!) Of course, I had seen her around before. Due to her being out of school already, and her incredible body, which seemed to put her into "superstar" categories, she wasn't one the girls I usually played with. She was about 5'8", with long brown hair to her waist and very defined feminine muscularity. Very beautifully developed large breasts, probably a 36C or D, and a genuine six-pack set of abs. Her torso was magnificent. She had the physique of a modern female fitness competitor with larger breasts than most. I, along with every other boy in school, had considered her a "super hot fuck goddess" but I never thought I would ever have that opportunity in real life! When Ellen and I made love, which we did a lot during this summer, I put on a balloon condom, cutting the blow-end off. My cock was large, so sometimes I had it on too tight, and it cut off circulation! I had to blow it up to make it fit...and then it sometimes wanted to come off too easily! This one time, we had just finished a scorching sex episode and were relaxing in the sun on a summer day. She was on her back, and I was alongside. I was watching her fantastic body, her breasts rising and falling gently, her torso rippling with each breath. As I often did, I rested my arm on her abs or thigh and caressed her clit gently as we rested...she loved the way I did it...and when it became hard again, we usually went back to sex play. This time though, Ellen had something else in mind. She sat partially up, took my wrist with one of her hands, gazed into my eyes with a certain savage intensity, and told me to insert my entire hand into her very wet vagina. She had done this before with her bi and lesbian girlfriends, so it wasn't new to her. It blew me away! I cupped my fingers as she showed me, and in one gradual push-pull on my arm, my hand slipped entirely into her girlhood entranceway. I felt my hand almost being sucked into her love chamber, my knuckles and fingers passing by her pelvic bone and the G-spot. Her kegel, or pussy muscles, clenched my wrist. The intimacy was totally overwhelming! Inside, I could feel her womanhood pressing on my hand from all sides, and at her word, my fingers started to caress her cervix. As soon as my hand was entirely inside and caressing her cervix, I could feel her pussy muscles around my wrist, Ellen went into a "grand mal" orgasm, more intense than any I had seen. A primal cry of bliss came out of her mouth, almost a gasp, as the pleasure coursed through her. She threw her head back, and her body went rigid, just like a seizure. Her pussy muscles clamped my wrist so tightly, my hand started to become numb. Her vagina developed fantastic strength and seemed to want to expel my hand as if it were a baby! She could not even breathe for almost 20-30 seconds as the first orgasm subsided. I felt her internal organs threshing about, alternately grabbing and expelling my invading hand in time with her orgasmic contractions. The inside of her body was like nothing I had experienced or even dreamed of...her vagina was totally alive with powerful movement all its own. She kept raising her ass off the ground and arching her pussy up in the air as the orgasm went forward. The intimacy of what we were doing hit me like bricks. I was actually inside the gorgeous body of this amazing girl, one body with her, so to speak...my movement inside her was bringing her an intensity of pleasure I don't think any man can ever experience directly. I felt I was trespassing on the turf of a goddess! (I found out later that under certain circumstances men can indeed get to this level of enjoyment. But that's another story…) Between labored breaths, she told me how to massage inside her body at certain spots, particularly around her cervix, and as soon as I found them, she went into another seizure-orgasm. I watched her voluptuous, athletic body flex. Her abdominal muscles bulging as she sucked her tummy in with pleasure, her back arching up as she convulsed with each peak, her beautiful abs bulging and tensing, her breasts became harder, and her nipples jutted out. I had never seen such exquisite feminine beauty and sexual power displayed together. I ejaculated all over her from the sight and sensation of being inside her astounding body as she climaxed. She showed me all her internal hot-spots during the course of the next 1/2 hour of fisting, and probably had 5-6 orgasms. My hand went into her about 3 inches beyond my wrist. Most of the "hot spots" inside her body involved gentle caressing of the cervical node, in some others, a rhythmic "caressing" motion along with gentle pushing against the vaginal wall, and some were accessed closer to the g-spot, as we call it today. After she grew exhausted from the orgasms, her kegel or pussy-entrance muscles relaxed enough so that I was able to remove my hand easily when she was ready to stop. After my hand was out of her, I quickly wiped up the cum I had sprayed all over her, and we started to kiss. I love the feeling of an endowed woman's breasts pressing up against my chest as I kiss, and hers were very warm, with very hard nipples, making it even more exciting. We made a pact to never tell anyone else about this. I knew Ellen was bi, and her girlfriends would find out, so I told her it was OK to tell them. I didn't want anything to come up that would put a stop to this flow of erotic energy we had. She gave me the ultimate compliment: "You are better than any girl at fisting me!" I think it was because my hand was quite large compared to a girl's, but she guided me to the right spots, so it was mostly her doing. It was one of the most erotic events of my life, and indeed a surprise! I was totally in awe of the female body's almost infinite capacity for pure, raw pleasure. I almost envied her being a woman...but then, I would not have been able to enjoy this unbelievable experience otherwise than as a man, I guess! We made a pact unto death that neither of us would ever reveal these episodes, it was so far beyond the sexual practices in the hetero community at the time. Subsequently, we often enjoyed a very leisurely "play." I would get her comfortable on her back, with her knees bent and legs spread wide, and enter her vagina with my hand, very slowly, so she could savor the full insertion experience, especially as I slid past her G-spot. Once my full hand was inside, and she had had her initial eruption, I would lay my head on her six-pack with my body off to the side of hers. This allowed her total freedom to kick with her legs during orgasm. I would be able to feel her breathing, hear her heartbeat, and as each climax came, feel her muscular reaction, her tensing and writhing in bliss. Often the other hand was on her breasts, gently caressing the nipples and the caressing the sides. Sometimes I lay next to her with my feet near her head, on my back, so she could hold my cock as I played with her inner self. I always went very slowly from one spot to another inside her vagina, milking each zone. As she described it, she was in a "heaven" of almost supernatural pleasure. I was thrilled with participating in the unimaginable intimacy as this amazing girl found sexual ecstasy. We always followed up with intense kissing and usually another penetration, if I had anything left by that point! We were truly madly in love, as only over-hormoned teens could be! Since then, I have fisted many women with very similar reactions...but that first one was always the one I remember the best. The secret of enjoying this experience on the part of the woman seems to be a bond of trust between the sex partners (this is NOT for the first time sex experience with a new partner!) that allows the woman to relax her pussy muscles and allow the penetration of my hand. The girl does not have to have had children...certainly, Ellen did not! And fisting does NOT cause her vagina opening to permanently enlarge and prevent enjoyment of "penis sex"! It's very temporary, and everything returns to normal afterward. I only bring fisting up with a new lover if she shows interest in it. The practice is still very "taboo" in our culture. I never tell people I've done it otherwise. Now, I sometimes use a surgical glove (non-latex) and a LOT of KY jelly! Some women who have never had an orgasm in their lives have had their first one with this technique.

An event happened this past June that surprised and thrilled me. My wife of twelve years, 60 year old Martha, became a sexual tigress without warning or preparation. It was like she had become possessed with the soul of my late first wife. Let me explain. Martha, the executive director of a local non-profit, became my wife twelve years ago after a short courtship. We were both widowed. Her first husband had a heart attack and died in his sleep next to her at age 50. She was 45 and had no children. My first wife died of cancer the same year leaving me with two daughters in their twenties. We had been part of the lifestyle for the better part of 20 years. More about that later. Martha and I have a wonderful, loving and honest relationship. We travel a great deal for either her work or mine. Sex was not what brought us together - there was no fire in the belly to our love making. Sex with Martha was (repeat was) plain vanilla once and done. Foreplay lasted long enough to get her juices flowing, then I mounted her or she climbed on me. We continued until she had an orgasm and then I came. That was it, she was through. It was enough for her. I tried several times early on in our marriage to urge her to try for another orgasm. No interest. Martha knew my first wife and knows we had been part of the life style. We discussed it casually a few times and Martha made it clear it was not something she was interested in pursuing. I was okay with that and put the past behind me. In June the state organization of her non-profit held their annual meeting in our city. Martha had been working tirelessly for more than six weeks putting it together. It came off great. Everyone in attendance praised Martha telling her it was the best meeting in years. She was glowing from the praise. The after banquet party was held in the large home of Martha’s non-profit’s biggest contributor. On the way there, Martha told me she didn’t want to stay long because she was exhausted and besides, this hostess’ parties turned too adult for Martha. When I asked what that meant, she said you know, like the parties you and Karen (first wife) used to attend. When we arrived, there were already more than forty guests, including most of the state officers and their spouses. Martha was given a round of applause as she entered and a big glass of wine. I think the fact her wine glass was never empty for long played a big part in the rest of the evening. The spacious family room opened out to the pool and hot tub. Martha sort of held court by the pool as it seemed everyone wanted to talk with her and congratulate her. The hostess spent much of the evening at Martha’s elbow with the state director close. I kind of faded to the sidelines and watched the proceedings. On two different occasions I saw the host disappear into the house with a female guest and return approximately 20 minutes later. Near 11:30 PM, the hostess disappeared from Martha’s side returning quickly wearing lounging pajamas. She announced that the pool and hot tub were open for use and bathing suits were optional. She suggested that those not comfortable with that should move inside. By this time, there were only about sixteen to twenty guests left plus the three male servers and one female server. The male servers had stripped down to speedos and the female server was now wearing a string bikini. I guess this signaled the ‘adult’ time for the party. The hostess had steered Martha close to the hot tub and was suggesting Martha join her and some others in the tub. I rejoined Martha at that time and she gave me this look like, what should I do? Standing close, I whispered to her that I would follow her lead and we could leave or stay. She got a silly grin on her face and said “Oh what the hell.” Turning to the hostess, she said something to the her and they disappeared into the house returning a few minutes later with Martha wearing a thigh-high robe. She strode to the hot tub, removed the robe and climbed in joining the host, hostess and another couple. Not wanting to be left behind, I shed my clothes and joined them. Martha had her full wine glass in one hand and the other hand was under the water. Sitting down beside her, I noticed the host had his hand on her thigh and Martha seemed to be blocking his advances with her hand. The hostess seemed to be paying a lot of attention to the other couple. The conversation was mostly about what a great conference it had been and what a great job Martha did organizing it. Quickly drinking her wine, Martha set her glass aside, leaned her head back and seemed very relaxed. Both hands were now underwater, one resting in my crotch. I turned to her and began nibbling her ear. Reaching between her legs, I found her legs spread and the host’s hand already there. Quickly I moved to her breast and began fondling. She turned her face toward me and gave me a smile. I smiled back and then kissed her. Her response was very passionate. She practically sucked my tongue out of my mouth and jammed hers in. She was now squirming in the tub and obviously our host’s fingers were working some magic down below. While I was tweaking her nipples, she ground her lips into mine. Her hands were wrapped tightly around the two cocks. “Oh my god, oh my god” was uttered from clinched teeth. She was in the throes of a tremendous orgasm. Her splayed legs were thrashing the water. Taking notice, our hostess turned her attention from the other couple and on her knees worked her way between Martha’s legs. Reaching under and raising her Martha’s hips to the top of the water, she pushed her husband’s hands out of the way and pushed her head between Martha’s legs. The host and I held Martha at the top of the water while the hostess proceeded to tongue Martha’s pussy with a great deal of exuberance. It didn’t take long for Martha to have another orgasm, a very large one that caused her to wrap her legs around the hostess’s head. This was a first for me. I had never seen Martha have two orgasms so closely together. She seemed spent. Our hostess worked her way up Martha’s body, kissing both nipples and then planting a long, tongue-filled kiss on her lips. Martha responded by grabbing our hostess with both arms and legs. The ladies were whispering back and forth for a few minutes, then our hostess suggested we guys sit on the edge of the tub. We did as suggested and as the ladies separated, our hostess reached for my cock and wrapped her lips around it. Martha turned toward our host and did the same to him. Neither blow job lasted long because our hostess quietly said she wanted my cock in her pussy, stood up and helping me out of the hot tub, led me to a chaise lounge a few feet away. She laid me on my back and climbed onto my quite stiff cock. On cue, my wife was doing the same to our host on the chaise lounge next to the one I was on. I saw Martha straddle him, reach down, grab his cock and guide it into her pussy as she lowered herself on it. I was occupied with my own pleasure, but I am sure that Martha had at least two more orgasms riding our host’s cock. Our hostess had three before I could no longer hold back and shot my load into her pussy. Martha had said something about going to the bathroom and headed into the house. The hostess climbed off me, licked my cock clean and told me how much she enjoyed the ride. One of the female servers came up and offered us a drink which we took. Setting her tray aside, she kneeled between the hostess’s knees and began to lick my cum from her pussy. I went into the house looking for Martha. I found her surrounded by our host and two other gentlemen. I was really surprised to see our host and Martha kissing while the other two fondled her breasts. Looking around the room, I saw three or four couples in sexual embraces. I stood back and watched as the two men lead Martha to the couch, laid her down and one of them climbed between her legs. The other straddled her head and offered his cock to her. Martha seemed to be really enjoying what was happening to her. She now had the attention of two cocks. One was in her mouth and the other was in her pussy. Not wanting to interrupt, I stood back and watched the performance. I was amazed. Martha had two or three more orgasms and then the men changed positions. The man straddling her head pulled back grabbed his cock and he proceeded to shoot his load into her open mouth. She eagerly swallowed it all. Giving her attention to the man between her legs, she had another huge orgasm and urged him to give her his load which he did. Another fellow who had been watching offered up his cock to her but she begged off. She told him maybe later but she needed a break for now. Looking around she saw me across the room. I walked to her and she told me it was time for us to go home. The ride home was quiet at first but then she tried to apologize. I stopped her from apologizing, and ask her if she had a good time. She didn't answer at first, but kept saying she didn't know why she did it. I repeated, did you have a good time? Finally, Martha said she had a very good time. But, she was concerned about what I thought of her now. I reassured her that I still love her very much and this changed nothing in our relationship. I reminded her that I had lived the experience for more than 20 years and that I was glad to see her enjoy herself sexually. When we got home and got in bed, I began foreplay. At first she protested saying she was too tired and too sore, but with a little more urging on my part, she climbed on my cock and rode me to two more orgasms before she finally collapsed. We talked for hours the next day about what had taken place. I think she came to the conclusion that it was alright. No one was hurt and I still loved her. I explained that I took pleasure in seeing her enjoying herself sexually and she accepted that. We have not mentioned it since, and I don’t expect that there will be a repeat performance, But, you never know.