Thirty-Five Years
Brings Déjà vu to Reality
By H.G. Hunt
Chapter 12
For a second time Lisa and Jean needed a break. The
spectators would have been glad to see them continue
unabated, but all understood the situation. They were
offered more water, with both gladly accepting. The blankets
absorbed the reclining women as they recovered from their
exertions. Jean and Lisa focused on their recuperation and
were not chatty, not even Jean with her husband. Soon they
would resume, but for the moment the lull gave all a chance
to take a deep breath and another drink under the broiling
sun.
The sun bore down on the small crowd tucked into the cove,
sheens of perspiration glistening off all twelve. The recent
round of action kept the visitors absorbed with the crushing
tit-battle, but while transfixed, all of them had loosened
their own inhibitions about clothing and soon only Jean’s
husband Brent had any clothing at all remaining. He wished
he could have been as naked as the rest, but he felt
awkwardly constrained by his sworn duties as ‘official
photographer’ and he chose to leave the trunks on, even if
they did little to hide his prominent erection. Mara and
Robert had boldly taken the lead and became the first to
peel their suits off, allowing all the assembled group easy
visible access to their not-so-private-anymore physical
assets. With the focus on the heated battle between Jean and
Lisa at a pause, the others were quick to note when Robert’s
pants came off. His prize cock was fully sprouted and
appeared to be nine or ten inches long and proportionally
large in girth. “Nice,” whispered Norma to Bill as she
recognized the manly proportions of the younger man’s
erection, “But yours is nicer.” She grinned. Bill nodded in
affirmation of both statements and the grin on his face,
which had already been present, got a little wider at his
wife’s favorable comparison of his penis to Robert’s organ.
Mara had a perfect figure, not willowy thin, no visible fat
anywhere, and enough hip and breast dimensions to ‘just
barely’ suggest curvy as an applicable adjective. Her face
was as delectable and enchanting as they come, with her dark
hair, alluring eyes, and Mediterranean bronze complexion. A
“stunner” any way you looked at her.
Carrie, while very much a lesbian, was favorably impressed
by both Mara and Robert’s disrobing and she stroked Alicia’s
leg as she leaned in and whispered her own inspired insight;
“Mmmmmmm. Wouldn’t that be a nice couple to pair up with?”
Alicia, unsure of Carrie’s hidden agenda, was a bit shy
about letting Carrie be “too” aware of her own BI-sexuality.
She didn’t let on that she would have LOVED to slide up and
down on Robert’s thick meat the whole rest of the afternoon,
if she could have done so without any consequences. She just
whispered back, “You got that right.” Her ‘bi’ leanings were
new to her and she enjoyed all the pleasures of Carrie’s
lovely body, both in straight lovemaking and their
occasional forays into sexual competition. Their frequent
visits with Lisa over the internet had kindled in both of
them a strong desire to test themselves sexually against
just such a mature and beautiful lady. Seeing Lisa so strong
and powerful in her own contest with an equally mature
woman, stimulated respect from both of them. The battle was
hardly begun between Jean and Lisa, and the two younger
women were feeling a compelling sense of wonder in the
demeanor of the two fighting vixens.
Molly, Jade, and Felicity, situated close to Bill and Norma,
had followed Mara in peeling out of their suits. The
spectrum of female sexuality and body shapes grew even
larger as their feminine assets opened up to the sky, sun,
sand, and the eyes of the rest. Molly’s full rounded shape
and voluminous breasts and ass were easy to spot, even from
a hundred yards away. They were awe inspiring in their own
right. Molly, as exhibitionistic as they come, smiled coolly
as her bikini bottoms slid off her meaty calves. “That’s
better,” she cooed to the others.
“Nice,” Jade smiled a giddy smile as she absorbed Molly’s
BBW figure. “What are we waiting for?” The question prompted
Felicity to join Jade in wriggling out of her suit. The two
were strikingly different, yet each totally feminine in
appearance. Jade’s slender torso, smallish tits, and finely
featured face were strikingly beautiful. Her natural
oriental bush contrasted wonderfully with her pale skin
tone, as did her long black hair. She looked almost
porcelain delicate but her eyes gave away the kind of fiery
determination to get what she wanted at all costs. The
dichotomy of those perceptions was intriguing to all who
looked. Felicity had probably the sternest face of the
assembled females, maybe with the exception of Jean and
Lisa. Her smile was pleasant enough but it hinted at a
deeper burning inside that wasn’t easily definable. Her body
was a combination of the similarly endowed fighters and that
of Molly, a rounder, fuller, version of femininity. Felicity
had a very ample bosom, muscular thighs like Jean, a shaved
mound like most of the younger women, a thick protruding
butt, and long blonde hair, today arranged in long
dreadlock-style braids. As soon as her suit was gone, she
lay back on her reclining beach chair and immediately began
fingering her pussy for all to see. In moments she had
crafted her own shimmering climax, full of oohs and aaahs
and jerky contractions, her fingers came away soaked. She
was about to suckle her own juices from her fingers, when
Jade intervened and snatched her hand away, performing the
clean-up herself. “Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm. That was nice.” While no
one else so dramatically injected their sexual desires onto
the group, Felicity’s actions did loosen up the remaining
libidos so that crafty sharing of little hand-pleasures,
short kisses, and tongue dances seemed to be the norm the
rest of the afternoon, even after the battle resumed.
Some snacks were passed around and shared by all, including
Jean and Lisa. Brent snapped a few more pictures, including
some of the “guests”, after getting a nod from each that it
was ok with them. Evidently they wanted their presence at
this event to be recorded for posterity. Lisa and Jean were
not oblivious to the stirrings of the gathered clan, but
they remained somewhat distant, and in the background of
their minds. They were focusing on the impending clash.
Unspoken to the group, the two women had, in their work
place encounter yesterday, agreed upon a bit of structure to
their “meeting.” First were the eyes, followed by nipples,
breasts, and of course asses. After that their only
agreement was that the first to come was the loser and that
the winner would have “rights” of sexual pleasure over the
loser (and more as it now appeared) as a prize. With the
first three events behind them, the stakes firmly in the
mind of both, the ass fight loomed in their immediate
future.
“Are you ready?” Jean questioned Lisa, who nodded “Of
course. You bet your ass I am.”
TO BE CONTINUED