Double The Fun

Lois blinked. The barmaid must be joking. One of her slim hands had squeezed inside of her, but there was no way that...

But Lois felt Maria's hand partially withdraw...and experienced that intolerable pleasure verging on pain, as the widest part of the barmaid's hand stretched out her vagina—and then Lois felt the inquisitive wriggle of a finger peel her lips back from the palm. The reporter stayed there, on the cusp of her limit, as Maria teased her finger up and down that stretched slit.

"Your body is capable of so much more than you think," Maria said, but Lois felt her hand shift within her, stretching the already-taut orifice to its limit...and the reporter wondered what her limit was, and if she had already passed it. A whole hand inside of her—and Lois knew that while her pussy would heal, that it would never be as tight again. That's what women said after they had given birth. Like a used rubber band, stretch it too far and it never went back to its former shape...and Lois wondered what shape her pussy would be in, after tonight. Would it be loose and baggy, like an aged whore's? Saggy lips hanging outside of her labia, on either side of her underwear...goodbye the summer bikini...and if she was ever with a guy again, would she feel anything? Or would it be like a key in an old lock, slipping against worn tumblers.

There were seven fingers inside her now, and Lois gasped as Maria worked the fingers in, deeper and deeper, slowly but surely, and now Lois thought something would rip...that's what happened, wasn't it? Her labia would tear, the flesh stretched to the breaking point, the membrane giving way before the pressure...yet women had given birth and not torn. Lois had watched it sometimes, late at night, when clicks on porn gave way to stranger fare...babies crowning, those cunts extended to their limit as the fetus entered the canal...like trying to shit a softball.

An eighth finger slid in now, and Lois moaned as they pulled her cunt open, the air coming in...she had seen women double-fisted, but the videos never showed the preparation that must have occurred. The giant dildos, the vast amounts of lube, the hours and days of acclimatization, inching those gaping cunts open wider and wider. No one just shoved their fist up a woman's cunt and expected it to go in...and Lois tried, really tried not to squeeze down.

"Big push now," Maria said, her voice barely a whisper. "Try to relax."