Helga's Enormous Hands

I was on my way back from dropping the kids off at school and was about to go find a café to do a little work, when I ran into my friend Mary. She was always good for a laugh, however today, Mary's face was flushed, and she had a manic look in her eyes. "Are you going to the café for the choosing?"

"What café? What choosing?" I demanded.

"Oh my god, you don't know!" Mary said horrified before she glanced down at her watch, "I have a spare ticket. Follow me!" She screamed before she took off at a near dead sprint.

Five minutes later Mary and I were stood shoulder-to-shoulder with fifty other women in the back room of the café that all the mums from the school frequent. I recognized several of the other mums. Some gave me a smile and waved, while other just kept their eyes down in shame. And I knew there were exactly fifty women in the room, for when we entered, we were given wooden spoons with numbers on them. I was given the last spoon, number fifty.

Usually, the backroom at the café was a light and sunny place, but today all the windows and blinds had been shut which gave the place a dark and sweaty smell. Also, there was a nervous hum as all the women stood around a large table that sat empty in the middle of the room.

"What the fuck is going on Mary?" I hissed.

"You know Lilly, the owner of the café, and how she is a lesbian right?"

I hadn't known that Lilly was a lesbian until now, but I nodded my head anyways.

"This summer she was on a walking tour across the Alps, when she met this Austrian woman, a milkmaid on a farm, and the lady had the biggest hands in the world!"

Several of the nearby women who were listening all nodded their heads in agreement.

Suddenly a meditation singing bowl rang out, and the room when quiet as the door to the kitchen open, and in walked Lilly. Lilly was a good-natured woman, who was a little older than me, and well liked in the community. She was dressed in her typical yoga pants and a white t-shirt from her café.

Behind her, in stepped another, taller figure with long platinum blonde braids, large boobs, and big strong shoulders. The woman was dressed in a formfitting, all black pair of yoga pants and a matching top. My eyes went to her hands, but they were obscured by a blanket that she was carrying.

"That's Lilly's wife Helga," Mary squeaked.

We watched the two women step up to the table. Lilly rang the singing bowl again, and then with great flourish Helga unfurled the blanket which came to rest on top of the table.

My eyes instantly shot to Helga's enormous hands. Without appearing distorted or weird in any way, her hands were at least twice if not three times as big as mine, and each of her dexterous fingers were long and thick.

I instantly thought about how each of them was bigger than my husband's cock, which caused me to grow a little wet.

"Let us begin..." said Lilly as she played the singing bowl again. "It is time for the choosing," Lilly said as she held up the bowl to her wife Helga.

Helga dipped her big fingers into the brass bowl and then pulled out a tiny slip of folded coloured paper.

"Number fifty," Helga read out in her thick Austrian accent.

Suddenly my heart caught in my throat, and I was afraid to admit that I had the number. Then down by my side, I felt Mary's little hand pass her wooden spoon to me as she took mine.

"I'm number fifty!" Mary screamed out as she held my wooden spoon up high.

The hands of the other women quickly enveloped Mary as they dragged her to the middle of the room and began to strip off her clothes. Within seconds she was stripped completely bare and helped up on to the table where she got down on her hands and knees.

"Would you like one finger or two?" Helga asked as she started to rub her hand over Mary's large naked arse.

"Two! Two! Squeaked Mary as her eyes glinted, right before they rolled back into her head as Helga wasted no time and started to finger Mary in front of everyone.