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“Unnngh!” Amy cried out as Bill ran the T-shaped piece of metal through one of the petals of her sex, pinning it into the muscles of her upper thigh.

Heather's fingers dipped below the edge of her skirt as Bill pierced the redhead's pussy. She'd forgone any sort of underwear today, and she was glad for her decision to do so as her fingers touched the almost searing heat of her own sex, gently pinching her own labia in the same place as Bill had punctured Amy.

The pin felt like a thin dagger had been stabbed through her pussy lip and into her thigh, and with every trembling movement of her leg Amy could feel the metal pulling against her flesh. It felt like nothing else Amy had ever experienced before, painful of course, but also exciting in an indescribable way that you really had to experience to understand. It was more than just the sensation of the pin moving inside her, piercing her labia and fixing her lower lip firmly against her thigh, it was what it represented. Despite the pain, or maybe because of it, Amy felt like her sex was a butterfly, mounted for display: a feeling that only strengthened as Bill pulled on her other sexlip and pinned it to her remaining thigh.

Bill pulled back to admire her work. Amy's green-tinged cunt was splayed open, fastened in place by a pair of T-pins, one pierced through each of her lower lips. Between the permanently spread petals of Amy's muff. Her exposed cunt was almost throbbing, dripping wet with arousal and just as green as the rest of her. With every trembling motion, every beat of her heart, the inner passage of Amy's pussy pulsed like it was its own unique organism; the familiar sight of another girl's honey pot rendered strange and alien by the pigmentation found within.

Heather couldn't help but admire the sight as well. Not just Amy's splayed snatch, but the sight of her girlfriend, Bill, beginning to snuff another girl. The sight of bill driving those pins into Amy's lips and thighs, knowing that they'd be feasting together on the other girl's was just so incredibly hot. Heather could barely control herself as her hand sped up on its own; she certainly couldn't give a thought to instructing Bill as to what to do next.

"Ungh! Ah! Like- Ungh! What you see?" Amy half-moaned, trying to speak through the sudden cornucopia of sensations assaulting her. She could see Heather eagerly finger-fucking herself behind Bill, but her angle to the birthday girl was obscured by the gentle curve of her own currently-heaving, green breasts.

"You're amazing," Bill admitted, secretly glad that Amy was still okay with being dissected, even after Bill had stabbed her through the flaps of her fanny, twice! "I can't wait to get to the bottom of you," Bill admitted before trailing off "even if I have to tear you apart..." she finished, her voice much softer by the end of it.

Amy heard it anyway. "Don't worry about tearing me apart," Amy encouraged. "That is what I'm here for," she admitted. "It's your birthday, and I'm your present. I just want you to enjoy playing with me, even if you end up playing hard enough to break me."

"You mean, even if you don't survive?" Bill asked, despite knowing the redhead's answer.

Amy lifted one of her hands from where they lay above her head and brought it down between her legs. Her twat was still aching, almost burning from the combination of pain and need, but the pain she felt only served to make Amy Pond even more aroused. With a flick of her wrist, Amy began to force her fingers inside her bared cunt, first one, then two, then three, then her pinkie, leaving her thumb to rub the clearly attentive bud of her clit as it bulged beneath it's cute little hood.

"As long as you have fun snuffing me?" Amy replied. "I'm sure I'll have just as much fun being snuffed by a pair of sexy college coeds like you and Heather," Amy insisted, spreading her slit with her fingers to reveal the green inner depths of her treasure before pulling them free with a wet squelch, and wiping them somewhat dry on top of her pubic mound, leaving visible, shiny, traces of the act behind.

Bill swallowed. She'd never seen anything so effortlessly sexual in her life. This was a step beyond just 'okay' with being snuffed; Amy was eager for it, she seemed to crave it! And heaven help her, Bill wanted to give the redhead what she wanted.

"Really?" Bill asked wide eyed.

"You were staring at my clit earlier, weren't you?" Amy asked. "It's hidden behind my hood, right?"

Amy didn't even wait for Bill's response before continuing. "If you want a better look at it you can use one of those teasing needles to pull the hood back," Amy offered. "Or you can just cut it off," she added in her sultriest voice.

"You mean the hood, right?" Bill clarified.

"That too," Amy offered with a grin, making perfectly clear that that wasn't what she had initially meant.

Bill swallowed nervously as she picked up the pair of teasing needles from the dissection kit, one bent and one straight. Amy's offer to slice off her clit danced before her eyes. It was tempting. Bill was sure she was serious, too. So, why was she resisting?

Bill paused and put one of the teasing needles back down, replacing it with the scalpel instead.

Amy wanted her to have fun, right? In that case, there was no really point in holding back, was there?

Amy's eyes widened as Bill approached with a bent teasing needle in one hand and a scalpel in the other. Her heart thudded in her chest as she brought the tools to Amy's defenseless green sex; and she couldn't help but shiver when the cold metal of one of the tools touched the little hood hiding her clit.

Amy couldn't see which tool it was, but Bill certainly could as she used the teasing needle to pull the cute little flap of skin hiding Amy's clit upwards and out of the way. Amy's button was green, just like the rest of her. It was also adorable, and Bill couldn't resist the urge to lean in and place a soft little kiss on the tiny bud, sending almost electric shivers up and down Amy's spine in the process.

Carefully, so as not to harm Amy's nub, Bill teased it out of the way of her clitoral hood before bringing her scalpel to bear.

Amy had to stop herself from seizing up as Bill began to remove the tiny scrap of nerve filled flesh from her body, leaving a tiny red line behind where the hood had been, and her clit completely exposed to the open air but still mercifully attached.

Seeing an opportunity, Heather reached forward, grabbing a medical eye dropper from the dissection kit with one hand, she managed to open a bottle of low quality but high alcohol vodka between her legs using the other.

“We don't want dinner getting infected,” Heather explained, interrupting the moment Bill and Amy were sharing as she filled the eye dropper up with cheap vodka from the bottle and leaned forward to squeeze a few drops out onto the wound that Bill had inflicted upon her present.

“Gnnnrgh!” Amy grunted as the vodka hit the wound like a vial of liquid fire spilled directly on her nerves. The vodka dribbled over down her clit, across her thighs and over her splayed lover lips, thankfully missing her puncture wounds as it dripped down her thighs and onto the bedspread below.

The pain was terrible, but the way that Heather's eyes lit up watching her as she frantically tried to keep herself from squirming made Amy remember why Heather had inflicted it. She knew, even before Heather had hired her to be Bill's birthday present, that there would be pain. It seemed rather petty to fault the blonde for enjoying playing with the toy she'd bought her girlfriend in the way it was meant to be played with; even if it had nearly brought Amy to tears in the process.

“Alright,” Bill asked, the inseam of her jeans growing damper by the second, “so what next?”

Bill wasn't sure if the question was directed at Heather, or Amy, or both, but she wasn't disappointed in the answer.

“Next?” Heather replied. “You have to get a closer look if you want to figure out if she's human or not, right? Why not slice her open from here,” Heather poked a finger directly into the top of Amy's cunt, her nail poking into her green clit, as she pressed the area beneath her forceful digit, “to here.” Heather continued, drawing her finger up in a straight line from Amy's crotch until she reached the top of Amy's pubic mound, half-way between the upper tip of the Redhead's cunt and her belly button.

Bill hesitated.

“If you don't want to use a scalpel, I do have a pair of scissors you could use.” Heather offered, “One snip and she's be open for inspection,” Heather added, pantomiming the act using two of her fingers.

It was tempting, Bill thought, showing the lower blade of the scissors into Amy's sopping green cunt while the other hovered menacingly above the outside of her pubic mound. Slowly moving forward until Amy's clit hit the middle of the shears and she clamped down on the grips, slowly slicing the other girl's clit in half before repeating the achievement with the rest of Amy's slit until she could peel Amy apart all the way to her Cervix and look inside.

'Very tempting,' Bill thought to herself. 'But first? There are a few things I want to do to my gift before I break it.'

Bill waved away her girlfriend's offer, leaning down instead. “You know, I've always wanted to fist another girl,” Bill admitted, catching Amy's hazel eyes with her own. “Heather's kind of small, and I don't want to hurt her, or tear her, or break her if something goes wrong accidentally,” Bill explained. “But you're going on the menu before the day ends anyway, so even if I damage you a little, or break your minge, it doesn't really matter, does it?” Bill asked curiously.

Before Amy could answer she was already removing the T-pins from her present, freeing Amy's newly-pierced lower lips to creep back into placed, punctured and slightly stretched, but not really much the worse for wear.

Amy's heart was racing. Fisting!? She's played with a few toys before, but nothing as large as a fist! Pussies were supposed to be able to stretch, but would that be enough to accommodate something that large?

Bill wasn't exactly waiting for a response however. Mimicking Amy's own earlier actions she inserted her fingers one after the other into the virgin sex-worker's eager muff. First her index, then her middle, then the pinkie and the ring in quick succession, leaving her thumb outside to give Amy's newly bared clit a quick rub for luck before that finger too dived into Amy's soft, warm, and incredibly wet snatch.

Slowly, bill Squeezed her fingertips together inside the redhead until they formed a sort of beak, and then slowly but surely she began to wiggle inside, pressing gently but firmly until the tips of her knuckles were firmly engulfed in Amy's ravenous sex.

It was slow going, even with how absolutely soaking wet Amy's pussy was. Bill's hand curled into a fist pretty much naturally as it slipped into the green depths of Amy's folds, millimeter by millimeter.

Amy couldn't help but groan in pleasure as Bill's fist slowly spread her muff to lengths she'd never been stretched before. Her cunt ached, especially where the other girl had punctured her lower lips, but the sensation of being stretched by another girl's hand was almost indescribable! She could feel Bill's knuckles rocking slowly up and down inside her body as the black girl tried to force her fist further and further inside of her.

For Bill, it was absolutely incredible! The feel of the warm folds of Amy's sex enveloping her hand, the soft caress of her fanny around her knuckles to half way down her hand, a feeling that was growing as she steadily drove her hand even further into the depths of the green-skinned redhead. Seeing Amy writhe in pleasure as she fucked her, feeling her around her, hearing her mew and moan and grunt and groan as Bill played her like a piano using just one hand... It was almost breathtaking.

Amy was close now, so close! She'd never been stretched like this before, never taken anything like as large as Bill's fist before! With every touch, each slight movement it felt like Bill was on the edge of tearing her apart! But that moment never came; only wave after wave of seemingly endless pleasure. Her mind fogged with the immensity of it. She could see the fingers of Bill's free hand massaging the top of her pubic mound as the younger girl tried to slip her fist inside her even further. She could feel bill's fingertips pushing firmly against her skin as her fist traveled beneath them, like two twins separated from each other by her body.. She gasped, cumming for the third time of the night, but unlike the prior plateaus of pleasure she had reached, this time the sensations never stopped, they kept climbing and climbing, higher and higher like they were scaling an endless peak!

Neither girl knew how long it took for Amy to finish cumming. Wrapped in the moment they lost track of time, Amy cumming, and Bill enthralled by the sight, until they both came back to their senses with Bill's fist swallowed all the way up to her wrist by Amy's supple and welcoming cunt.

The two girls stared at each other, neither one quite sure what to do next. Bill into Amy's naturally green-tinged hazel eyes, and Amy back into Bill's own dark brown pair.

The moment was perfect, Bill leaned forward and with her hand still lodged in Amy's sex, she pressed her lips gently to the redhead's own green-tinged pair.

The kiss was soft and tender, but Amy's heart was racing just as quickly as it had when Bill had declared her intention to fist her. Bill drew her in, somehow; and Amy knew that if the two of them had met in different times that the probably could have fallen in love. But the kiss broke, and just like dreams eventually end Amy was left panting on the bed, her legs aching, her twat straining around the girth of its invader; her only connection with another human being.

“Oh. Wow...” Heather chimed in from the seat where Bill had been sitting earlier. Her dress was hiked up, her pussy slick and blushing, her fingers gently rubbing her with her lower lips, and a growing wet spot on the cushion between her thighs all giving testimony as to what Heather had been involved with while Bill and Amy enjoyed each other's bodies. “You know Bill, if fisting is even half as much fun as our dinner made it look, I'd be up for trying it out.”

Bill smiled. She'd enjoyed fisting Amy the most out of anything so far that day, and she was happy that her adventures in fisting weren't about to end just because she and Heather planned to snuff her toy.

“That's amazing!” Bill enthused as she slowly withdrew her hand from Amy's aching and well-used cunt.

Amy felt like she'd just run a marathon, she was almost completely exhausted as she lay there, panting uselessly on the bed. She could barely lift her head to watch as Bill went back to massaging her from the outside in to get her to relax so that she could withdraw her fist. The feeling of indescribable fullness left her, slowly, and squelchingly as Bill withdrew her fist, her smooth-skinned knuckles drawing the occasional squeak and moan from Amy's well-used frame.

Bill's hand was completely soaking wet with Amy's arousal when she finally pulled it free. “Heather, can you get me a washcloth from the loo?” Bill requested. “There's no way I can hold the scalpel with my fingers this slippery,” Bill added in explanation.