Thirty-Five Years
Brings Déjà vu to Reality
By H.G. Hunt
Chapter 9
By the time Lisa had made the turn Jean and Brent were
sitting up in their beach chairs and silently absorbing
Lisa’s arrival. Lisa, tanned and wearing a bright red
two-piece bathing suit, strode directly towards the couple.
She stopped just a few feet shy of Jean’s blanket. “Mind if
I get some sun? This looks like a nice spot.”
Now Brent knew something was up. With acres and acres of
empty beach, this woman approaching “their spot” to “get
some sun” was no accident. Coupled with the warnings from
Jean, Brent anticipated something, but he wasn’t sure what.
Jean smiled and sweetly offered her assent, “Sure, why not
just plop down right here in front of us, spoiling the
view?” The words were affirmative, but the sarcasm was the
stronger message, “Lisa.”
Jean’s last word rolled through Brent’s brain, first causing
a moment of puzzlement “How did Jean know her name?” he
wondered. That was quickly followed by one of those
remarkable “aha moments”. The puzzle was quickly solved in
his mind. “OH MY GOD! It’s THAT Lisa,” the thought rolling
thoroughly through his consciousness. The wild sexual
imaginings that he and Jean had shared for the past few
years, with Lisa rotating in and out of the web of stories
they told each other came flooding back. Now, here SHE was;
in the flesh. And what a gorgeous specimen of feminine flesh
she was. The years had only enhanced the sexuality that Lisa
exuded as she stood there, her angled face, grinning at
Brent, as if she knew Brent’s thoughts. He felt completely
transparent, and in both an embarrassed and exhilarating
way. It seemed Lisa could read his inner soul. Just that one
look and he was completely “known”. At least that is how he
felt.
Lisa clearly liked what she saw in Brent. His firm body,
friendly mouth, masculine jaw line, and sky-blue eyes,
confirmed for her that there could be double the payoff on
the bet she’d placed with Jean in coming here today.
Her trek down the beach as she approached the location found
her with a keen state of awareness. She already knew that
Jean and Brent were there. Jean had left a “signal” back at
the parking area that Lisa had spotted. Certain
“arrangements” of objects in the rear-deck of Brent’s
vehicle told a story to the astute observer, which meant
Lisa. That knowledge of what was about to happen created a
squishy situation between her legs as she padded down the
damp edge of the lapping waves along the shore. “Oh my God,
I can’t wait to fuck that bitch,” she had been thinking to
herself.
She laid her large bag on the sand and pulled out a large
blanket and unfurled it in the warm sand directly in between
Jean and the surf zone. Jean and Brent were leaning on their
elbows as they breathlessly watched Lisa’s preparations to
lie down as if it were a performance. She grabbed a bottle
of water, took a swallow, and laid it down on the blanket.
Then she proceeded to lie down on her blanket, but opposite
of customary practice, she positioned her head closer to the
beach, and her feet closer to Jean and Brent’s blanket. Her
eyes barely left the gaze of Jean, only venturing away from
Jean’s face occasionally long enough to saturate her
consciousness with the manly presence just to Jean’s right.
She calculated to herself that Brent would be a very nice
fuck-prize later on.
With the couple watching intently she arranged herself so
that her feet were towards the couple. She hadn’t been down
more than ten seconds when her legs edged apart; slightly at
first and then incrementally further and further, giving
them both a mesmerizing look into her feminine V. It took
only moments for their eyes to spot the threads of pussy
hair straggling outside of their supposed confinement,
hinting at the naturalness of Lisa’s pubic coif. Her fingers
slid down her body and she ran her hand over her pubic
mound, pronounced as it was, pushing the fabric skyward. Her
head was up so she could see Jean and Brent as they stared
at her actions. This went on for nearly a minute, both Jean
and Brent mesmerized by the sight, even though the emotions
flourishing inside Jean were NOT a carbon copy of those
Brent was experiencing. Brent felt like tons and tons of
lust was growing inside his body, while Jean felt an
additional yoke of feelings on top of her own lust. The
hatred and anger were surging through her veins, but it was
a controlled anger; dominated by a desire to overwhelm Lisa
in every possible way. She knew the effect this scenario was
having on Brent, and the desire to confirm for her, and for
Brent, that she was the superior woman, was overpowering.
“Camera?” Jean questioningly asked Brent as a way to remind
him that he should be taking pictures. She wanted to be
certain that today’s events would be recorded for posterity.
As Brent retrieved the camera and lifted it he spotted two
people tracing the shoreline, just as Lisa had done a few
minutes earlier. He snapped a few pictures of Lisa’s crotch
as it framed her face from a low angle. He noticed the
couple strolling their way was not stopping. He became
nervous about more potential interlopers and commented
“There’s a couple coming our way.”
Jean blurted out, “Let ‘em come. I don’t care.” Lisa grinned
at Jean and gave her a knowing wink. “Stakes, my dear;
stakes; I raise you.” The wink alluded to the arrangement
she and Jean had agreed to the day before, including
“rights” to the loser’s sexual domain. What that “domain”
included was open to interpretation, but the fabric of their
mutual understanding was shared by just those two.
Jean: “Oh good, I like big stakes.”
At this turn of events Brent, a quizzical expression
plastered all over his face asked, “What the hell are you
talking about?”
“You didn’t think this rendezvous was an accident did you?”
Jean chuckled. I brought you along as ‘stakes’ alright.” She
spoke in that condescending way that usually drives Brent
mad, but at this juncture he took it all in stride and the
slow grin spreading across his face gave proof to the fact
that he was beginning to understand at least a little bit
about the ‘planned’ events unfolding before him.
Lisa, hearing the brief remarks, chimed in with her own
comment, “With any luck there will soon be more guests.” She
glanced towards the pair making their way closer and closer.
A man and a woman followed Lisa’ footsteps right into the
sandy sheltered spot in the dunes. “Welcome,” she said to
them as she sat up. With that Lisa stood and reached behind
her back and pulled the strap from the bra of her swimming
suit. Her tits poured out in all their curvy glory. The man
and woman stood their, mouths agape, staring at Lisa’s
endowments. Brent did the same, but quickly snapped a couple
more photos as Jean arose and copied Lisa. Jean’s top was in
the sand beside Lisa’s within five seconds. Her white
breasts shone brightly in the mid-day sun.
Jean and Lisa had something to prove to each other, and now
there was an audience that would further enhance each
woman’s motivation in the battle they knew was imminent.
Jean and Lisa had indeed parted yesterday, with an
understanding about what would take place today, but both
women, keenly aware that the lust and unfulfilled emotions
that had lingered for more than 35 years, would be more
powerfully settled if there were stakes involved. The two
had agreed to place a monetary wager on the outcome of their
tussle, but had also agreed that each could propose her own
stakes that the other would have to accept. Being the mind
readers that they were, the page was totally open to them,
even if Brent was still in the shadow of their intent. Jean
had brought her husband to the meeting along with the camera
so that the eventual winner could do whatever she pleased
with the images. Lisa had spent half an hour Friday night
composing a message to some of her online “pals”; people who
she had befriended that shared her passion for sexfighting.
It turned out that a number of them lived within a
reasonable drive of the location Jean had suggested, and
with directions attached she had sent this message to them
through her favorite social networking site.
“I’ve talked with you before about my passion for titfights
and sexfights. I drool over them. I’ve also told you,
probably in some detail about the event in my past that
originally sparked my interest. I hope you remember that
more than 35 years ago, while I was in college I had a
sexual battle and run-in with a girl named Jean. That fight
was interrupted and we never settled the matter between us.
To this day I’ve lived with an ache deep inside me that
caused me to wish I could return to that day and finish with
Jean what we started. I thought it would never happen,
because we had lost all track of each other.
But now, out of the blue, she is back in my life. I met her
and it was no surprise to me that her heart has burned with
a glowing ember just like mine for all these years. We are
going to meet tomorrow to finish what we started. I plan on
fucking her silly and proving myself once and for all the
better woman. I’d like you to witness, no I’d LOVE for you
to witness, the drubbing I will give her. I know she will be
a tough opponent, but I am prepared to do whatever it takes
to whip her good. Will you come? I will attach directions to
the site along with the time I want you to arrive. Please be
precise and prompt with your arrival. It is part of my plan
to “up the stakes” with Jean. I do not doubt for a moment
that she will GLADLY accept you as voyeurs to our sexfight.
Beyond that, I will hold off on sending you the directions
until I hear from you in response to this message. You’ve
enhanced my libido all these years with our chats and
pictures and stories, and now I want you to share, even more
intimately, in the enjoyment and pleasure of our
relationship. If you are willing to witness my long-awaited
rematch with Jean, let me know right away. If you are
willing, and you notify me soon enough, I’ll send you the
rest of the details of time and place. I most expectantly
await your RSVP.”
The lightning speed of the internet coupled with the surging
hormones of her online friends and caused a minor traffic
jam on Lisa’s laptop. The frenzied acceptances shot back to
her so quickly that she could hardly keep up. By 9 p.m. she
had confirmations from nine people planning to accommodate
her request. They sure as hell had an extremely good reason
to look forward to Saturday, with an invitation and
directions hot off their printers. Of the nine there were
three couples and three singles. Of the couples one pair was
a married pair of approximately 30 years old, Mara Jane of
Chaldean descent; dark hair, gorgeous almond eyes and her
husband Robert who resembled a surfer boy. The second
married couple was older. Bill was mustached, graying,
balding, but built solidly at age 59. His wife Norma, 52 was
a lovely blonde in tip-top shape, thanks to her job as a
fitness instructor. She had an incredibly sexy tan as well.
The other couple was a lesbian couple that was quite young;
the slender blonde, Alicia, was only 19 and her redheaded
friend, Carrie, was 21. The three singles were all female.
Jade was a 25-year old oriental girl of petite proportions.
Molly was a 38-year old woman who was thick, muscular, and
tanned, with abundant tits and tree-trunk thighs. She chose
a red and blue bikini that barely covered her hefty assets.
Felicity was 46 years old with a rather solid build, blonde,
and wearing braids today. She had a very mischievous smile.
It was quite a menagerie that was visible migrating up the
beach from the same trail the others had all used. The other
seven were just moments later than Robert and Mara in
arriving.
Jean and Lisa, now with their tops off, aware of the
approaching crowd, began circling each other. Stern
expressions crept across their faces. Words were not spoken
as the two padded around on the blankets. Brent had pulled
their bags off to the side and asked Robert, whose name he
did not know, if he minded donating his blanket to the
center of the cove. Robert and Mara obliged quickly with
Mara smoothing out the blanket so as to cover more of the
sand. As soon as the others arrived they too donated their
blankets so that the two ladies had a pretty large area
within which they were planning their long-awaited
‘rendezvous’. The nine guests found spots around the
U-shaped perimeter of the little cove and sat on their low
slung beach chairs to get a good view of the “ring.” The
blanket-covered area wasn’t exactly a ring, but the
impression was that of a ring set aside as a place for
battle.
Jean sneered as Lisa circled her ever so slowly. As the last
of the voyeur-guests sat or reclined, Lisa stopped circling
to address the assembled group. “Hi everybody; we’ve never
actually met before in person, but I knew you might enjoy
the opportunity to witness our fight. Jean and I have wanted
to settle some issues between us for over 35 years. Today is
the day it will happen.” She turned to Jean. “Are you still
willing to sexfight me, in front of these guests?”
“You know damn well I’m willing. In fact I think your idea
of inviting them along is pretty damn awesome. It really
excites me to think of all the possibilities.”
“Good,” Lisa glanced at each of the newly arrived crowd.
“Let us introduce ourselves. I’ll start. I’m Lisa and I’m 54
years old.” The introductions continued with Jean announcing
her age as 55, Brent at 56, and the others followed in
succession: Molly is 38, Jade is 25, Mara is 30 and husband
Robert 31, Bill is 59 and his wife Norma 52, Alicia is 19
and Carrie is 21, Felicity is 46.
Brent had captured every introduction on his camera in the
video mode, after which he flipped the switch to photos in
order to conserve the memory. He aimed his camera back at
his wife who thanked them all for coming on such short
notice. Then she spoke as though it had been she that
invited them instead of her enemy. With an air of unusual
elegance, considering the situation, she thanked them again,
“I may not know any of you like Lisa does, but I’m really,
really glad you are here. It excites me like crazy to know
you’ll be witness to just how much this moment means to me.
I’ve wanted this day for almost as long as I can remember
and to share it with others so genuinely motivated just
makes my own motivation that much greater. Lisa and I just
found each other yesterday for the first time in decades and
we immediately re-formed our old opinions of each other.
With that hostility and tension between us, lingering for
all that time, our decision to go at each other was
automatic. We want this to be a moment that captures the
totality of our rivalry so we’ve mutually agreed already to
some sort of ‘order’ to our proceedings. I think we’ll let
you figure out what we mean by that as you watch the
progression.” She glanced at Lisa, who nodded. Jean
continued, “So please enjoy this as much as you dare, and
don’t do anything to stop our skirmish. OK? You’ll know when
we’re done.”
They all nodded their assent and the grins on their faces
gave away their own excitement. A few murmured to each
other, but those murmurings were far from Jean and Lisa’s
minds. The tension was so thick in the muggy air that even
the off-shore breeze didn’t seem to evaporate the jittery
feelings that the dozen felt.
TO BE CONTINUED