Tamsin Joins another kind of Mile-high Club (2)

by HardJulia

I guess I just dabbed her vulva with my tongue at first. I should have known she wanted more. She pushed my head firmly into her crotch and wiped my face around in the wet flesh. Briefly letting go my head she used both hands to pull her vulva and labia wide apart - so I could see what I was doing, I supposed. Her most private parts filled my field of view. Her clitoris was quite swollen, red and angry-looking.

She did something internally, with her pelvic muscles I guess, and her vagina kind of popped open inches from my face. I thought I heard a faint popping noise but I could have been mistaken. I could now see a little way into her.

"Stick your tongue out as far as you can and put in right in the hole," she said softly. I did as I was told. I inserted my tongue as far as I could, until my face was pressed into her slit.

"Now wiggle it around," came the next instruction. I did that too and moved my tongue over the silky-smooth inner walls of her vagina.

"That's very nice, baby," she said. "Now come up here and give Momma a big sloppy kiss."

I straightened up, grateful for a breath of air. She put her arms around me and kissed me long and hard on the mouth. Then she meticulously licked my sticky face clean from forehead to chin. "Mommy's pretty baby," she whipered. She kissed me again and I felt my hand being guided to the warm, wet place between her legs. She pressed it hard against her genitals.

"Put your fingers in me," she said.

I inserted my middle finger as far as it would go. "I think I'm going to need more than one," said Susan. I added my index finger and looked up at her for guidance.

"And another," she said with a smile. My third finger went in easily too. There was almost no resistance, like sinking your fingers into warm butter.

She held up her hand and waggled her fingers to get my attention. "Make your hand like this," she said. She had all her fingers togther to make a pointed shape, with the thumb tucked in.

I pulled out my fingers and copied what she was doing. She gripped my hand and placed the fingertips at the opening to her vagina.

"Now push them all in," she instructed.

"Won't it hurt?" I asked, concerned for the welfare of her lovely private parts.

"It will be just lovely," she reassured me, and I started to push. My fingers went in easlily at first, until her labia became tight around the widest part of my hand.

"It won't go any more," I said.

"I think it will," she said, and grabbed my arm by the elbow. She pulled me into her forcefully. There was resistance now but she kept up the pressure. Suddenly my whole hand slipped into her, well past the wrist.

"Oh my God!" Susan cried out. I was more than a little alarmed.

"Shall I take it out?" I asked.

"Don't you dare," she said, and kept pushing my hand in. It penetrated about another inch or so and then my fingertips came up against something firm. I felt it, it was smooth and rubbery and shaped like a ring doughnut. From my biology lessons I guessed this was her cervix.

"Now make a fist," instructed Susan, demonstrating with her own hand once again. I clenched my own fist inside her. It was a little difficult, against the contriction of her vaginal walls, but I managed to tuck my fingers in.

"Now you can go even deeper," she said.

I pushed my fist in until my knuckles were touching the cervix. Susan sighed and relaxed. "That's just wonderful." she said quietly. "I don't normally fist on a first date, but you're a very special little girl."

"Now start to pull your arm back..." she said. I was a little disappointed until she continued: "...until it almost comes out."

I did as I was told. Maybe my hand was too deep for her. I withdrew my fist until it reached the tightness around the vaginal opening. It felt as thoough it wouldn't go any further. "It won't get stuck will it?"

This tickled her. "No, of course not," she laughed out load. I felt her insides moving as she did. "It would be embarrassing if we had to get the flight attendant to help out at this point!"

"What would we say?"

"I guess I'd say 'This little girl slipped and fell and her hand accidentally went right up my cunt.'"

Susan became serious again and she instructed me to push my fist all the way back in, as hard as I could. I wasn't scared of hurting her by this time and gave an almighty push. My knuckles came up hard against her cervix. There was a funny squeaking noise as the air was expelled suddenly from her vaginal cavity.

"Ooh baby," said Susan, "You made Momma's pussy fart. Do it again."

I pulled out and pushed back in again. No farts this time.

"And again..." she said. "And again..faster"

The lower part of my arm was becoming wet with her juices, and the fisting was getting easier as a result. I was pumping her quite vigorously when there was a loud knock on the door.

"Everything OK in there?" the flight attendant called.

"Don't stop," Susan whispered to me. "Everything's fine," she called back. "We're almost finished." I wondered if she realised how funny her voice sounded, and if the attendant suspected what was going on.