Bigger Down There Ch. 01

All of this got me even more curious, and I started doing unthinkable things. I made it my business to do the washing more frequently and pick my timing so that I could have a good look at Helen's pants. I found myself carefully examining the crotches in particular and in most of them the material that should have fitted snugly around the cunt seemed well stretched and the cunt stains covered a larger area than I expected. I had to see what went inside those pants, and it was becoming an obsession.

I started getting deliberately careless and took every opportunity to sit and casually display my panty covered hole, and there would have been several times when my dampness would have been visible. On two or three consecutive nights when the weather was warmer I went without the pants and acted as if I had simply forgot I hadn't put them on. I was confident that Helen was glancing at my exposed nether parts, but fairly discreetly.

It was shortly after one of these nights that it started to happen. Helen came down from a shower wearing a shorter robe that I didn't recognise (and it looked new to me) and although she had her pants on, she was more nonchalant than usual. I eventually got myself positioned so that I could snatch the occasional glimpse and it was apparent that her lips were quite something. I couldn't really gauge the size of her hole, but it was clear that she was abnormally big. I think for at least three nights running I had the biggest and wettest orgasms. I could easily take four fingers and I was so wet I knew I was going to be able to take my thumb as well. I kept nudging, almost prolonging the moment and wondered what Helen might be able to take. Had her cunt got that big because of her pleasuring herself, or had she simply been created that way? I was not aware of any man in her life so my imagination ran riot on the basis that she must be keeping herself stretched.

I guess that it had to happen eventually, and on the night in question I was basically caught out. I was staring rather than glancing at her crotch and as I said, I was caught out. I was interrupted by Helen's voice, and she said 'Andrea, you seem to like gazing at my pants don't you?' This was the ultimate dilemma and I was torn between fessing up to what I really wanted, or being contrite that I had been caught. I took a gulp, and as I couldn't get any words out, I sorted of nodded, but I know my eyes gave me away. This was either going to go very badly for me, or it could be just the moment I had been plotting for – either way it was going to be a turning point. The next question was rather more difficult, and a simple nodding wasn't going to suffice. 'What is it that you like looking at so much?'

I stumbled over my words a bit but came out with 'your crotch – I think I'm fascinated by your crotch'. In fairness to Helen, she made it easy for me, and responded by saying 'I have been coming aware that you might be'. She told me to come and sit on the ottoman so we could talk. She started by telling me that she was aware that Sam and I had been 'doing things' as she put it, but followed this up by saying that she wasn't here to judge either of us. She then said that she was very proud of what she had in her pants, and asked me if I wanted to see it. However, before this she said that I had to give her my word that this would stay between us and under no circumstances was I ever to tell Sam that I had seen her. My speech was quavering but I swore that I would never utter a word. And with that she reached up with both hands and removed her pants. She remained with her legs together for what seemed like an age but in reality was probably no more than a minute, and gradually opened them up. I think I gasped, and then said something like 'Oh My God' as she exposed herself. My own legs were apart and I knew for sure I was soaking. Helen looked straight at my very wet panties and said 'this is really turning you on isn't it?' More nodding from me.

There is only one word I could use that would aptly describe Helens cunt – 'huge'! I am not sure which I was more stirred by – the size of her opening, or her exceptional lips. Her loose and enlarged gash was hanging open and there was no doubt in my mind that she must be able to take a hand very easily, and without having to curl the thumb in – she would just be able to take it straight. Her labia lips almost looked distended and I could only imagine how much stretching and pulling on them she must have done over the years to get them into that state. She lay back with her legs open for about five minutes and let me feast my eyes.

Eventually, Helen started to close her legs and said 'I told you my pants had a lot to keep in'. 'I need to think about this, but I would like to see what those very wet panties of yours are hiding.' I didn't actually take them off, but pulled them aside. I was too caught up in the moment to hear exactly what she said, but it was something like 'that's quite impressive for a girl of your age . . . ' She sat very quietly for some time and repeated that she 'needed to think about this', although she didn't say it in a way that felt particularly awkward.

I will remember that night in bed forever. I must have cum at least three times, and when I did eventually drop off it was well into the morning. The next day was Friday – Helen went to work and I had a relatively chilled day with only one lecture, but felt that a good workout in the gym would help me overcome the tiredness from the lack of sleep the night before. I was home before Helen and made us some dinner, but tonight, instead of clearing up and going into the lounge after eating, we stayed at the table.

Helen offered a very warm smile, and said, 'I think we are quite similar aren't we?' 'I think so' I replied. She asked if I would like to hear her story and I didn't nod this time, but said that I would. She told me that she wasn't born that big, but she soon realised that she was bigger than her friends. She wanted to be 'abnormal' (her words, not mine). She liked boys but by the time she started having sex she was already 'a bit loose', but really liked the feeling that even the lads who were rumoured to be well endowed didn't find her tight like most of the other girls, and would slip out of her even when she was only partially turned on. She married Sam's Dad who she said was 'bigger than the others', but she wanted to be bigger. She said that by the time she was my age, she could take a hand with no trouble, and was encouraging her husband use his hand as it was the only thing that could fill her a bit more, and that throughout, her lips were a major element of their play. She loved having them pulled and loved even more the sensation that she felt when her lips flopped either side of the crotch of her jeans. Once Sam was born, she was determined to keep herself 'as open as possible'. It went beyond a fetish for her – more a fixation she said. And then the she calmly hit me with her million dollar question – 'is that what you want as well?'

This time I nodded. As well as nodding, I said 'I was going to say I think so, but actually, I know I do.' She told me that occasional stretching for stimulation was one thing, but permanent was permanent. I said 'I know, and I want it to be'. Then a pause and 'I want to be like you'. Jesus – had I really just said that???

She said we weren't going to do anything tonight, but that I could look as much as I wanted. She went upstairs and came back shortly after in just a tee shirt. She sat on the settee and this time made no effort to hide herself (I was beginning to see where Sam got her exhibitionist streak from). After about 10-15 minutes, she had her back leaning against the arm of the settee, with one foot on the cushion and knee up by her chest, and the other on the floor. She was well splayed out and her incredible cunt was fully on display. I was hypnotised by what Helen had. I was sat at the other end of the settee and had turned to be opposite her so I could gaze between her legs. She was starting to glisten, and eventually began pulling her lips, often doing the same as she had done when I saw her on the toilet all those months ago, with her middle finger between them and a finger either side, extending them upwards and outwards. I couldn't just see how wet she was – I could hear it.

It was as if I wasn't there. Only intermittently did she look at me. I could see her other hand easing its way into her. I knew it was going to go in without any effort, and it did. She eventually bunched her thumb in, but that was after her whole hand was inside her. There was no way I could just watch, and as Helen didn't seem to be self-conscious about getting herself off, I started doing the same. We didn't touch each other intimately (other than the fact that our legs were touching by now), but I had never been turned on so much in my life. Helen was wetter than I had ever seen Sam (or myself) and I could even hear how drenched she was – her hand was sliding in an almost out with a very erotic sloshing sound. I tried to hold off cumming but I couldn't. As I watched her cum, her eyes were practically glazed over, but the look on her face showed me what a huge orgasm she'd just had. As we both came down, we were still there with our legs open and I'm not sure that either of us knew quite what to say, and although we hadn't done any touching, it felt (to me at least) as if we had crossed some kind of a line.

I think we must have sat like that for at least 10, if not 15 minutes, and as much as I tried to avoid it, my eyes kept drifting to Helens enormous and gaping cunt. Even though my orgasm had been immense, I knew with certainty that I would be having another one when I went to bed. Helen didn't seem overly perturbed by what had just happened, and sometime after she had straightened herself up, she looked across at me and smiled with an almost grateful look on her face. We watched some television but I don't believe our minds were really on it, and when it came time for bed, Helen got up, put her hand on my shoulder and said we could talk more tomorrow.

Saturday arrived. We were both up later than was usual for a Saturday but there did not seem to be any awkwardness between us. We went and did the grocery shopping together (which was slightly unusual) and somehow we ended up going to get the laundry at more or less the same time. Sorting the laundry seemed to be a slower process than usual, and there was no question that an atmosphere was developing as we going through our smalls, with constant looks at one another. We got it on, Helen made coffee, and we sat down at the kitchen table. Helen offered up that that I seemed comfortable with what had happened last night and I responded by saying that it was the most erotic thing I had ever done. She looked at me for an excessively long moment and asked if it was something I would like to do more regularly. I nodded, and then she asked how open minded I was. I said 'very' and she nodded. After another lengthy pause, she said that she would like to go a bit further, and added 'with things like talking, and removing some boundaries', and was I still interested. She went on to say that I needed to understand that it wasn't about 'pushing the limits' with her as she confident that she didn't have any, but that it was the first time she had ever met anybody that she felt she could confide in in terms of some of her leanings, and felt that now might be a good moment to share some of the things that really 'floated her boat'. I was intrigued and asked her to go a bit further.

'Well', she said, 'you clearly already know that I'm into stretching – I love the feeling of being very full, and the feeling after of being wide open and very empty afterwards, but I've wanted to be watched doing it for a very long time. And I like the verbal element. I would really get off on being told what my . . . . .' and she hesitated, and then came out with 'what my cunt is like'. She really emphasised the word cunt, and then 'and watching somebody doing to themselves what I like doing while I am doing it is going to be heaven'.

As we finished our coffee, she gave me that seductive and hopeful smile again and said, I sincerely hope you're not planning on moving out any time soon . . . . .