Thirty-Five Years
Brings Déjà vu to Reality
By H.G. Hunt
Chapter 14
The women were offered drinks. Jean immediately grabbed an
Ice Mountain water from Brent who, in his gentlemanly way,
asked Lisa if she wanted one too. At first she nodded and
said “sure,” but then as Brent reached for another bottle,
she asked aloud, “Who’s got something stronger? I always
knew Jean was a pussy!” She had noted the bottle of wine
being shared by Bill and Norma, who gladly offered it to
Lisa. Jean didn’t give a shit about what Lisa thought of
drinking water vs wine; all she cared about was quenching
her thirst for the struggle she ached to continue. Lisa,
however, sought a psychological advantage (beside the fact
that she liked wine) by attempting to belittle Jean for only
consuming her water. Lisa took the bottle of red wine from
Norma, “Thanks.” To her lips it went, head thrown back and
she gulped a couple of large swallows from the half-full
bottle. She put on a Cheshire grin for Jean, again seeking
to taunt her rival. “Come on slut. Don’t you want a little
buzz while we settle the matter once and for all?”
“Shut the fuck up you slimy cunt! Do whatever want right
now, cause in a minute you will be MINE!” Jean’s glare put
an exclamation point on her ranting trash talk. She stepped
toward Lisa; the kind of step designed to threaten. She put
her hands on her hips and glared at Lisa while Lisa glared
back, the bottle still in her hand. A few milliliters of
wine sloshed around in the bottom of the bottle, but not for
long, Lisa knocked that last bit of wine down and tossed the
bottle to the edge of the blankets.
Stepping forward to get right in front of Jean, she put her
hands on her hips as Jean waited. “Get a picture of this,”
Lisa reminded Brent (as if he needed to be reminded). Lisa
thrust her pelvis forward, a frown furrowing her brow as she
once again challenged Jean. Jean mirrored Lisa’s forward
thrust with one of her own so that her pubic mound of hair
came an inch from Lisa’s protruding fur. The two posed like
that while Brent snapped several more side-profile pictures,
both full-body and close-ups. This was what they had been
waiting for; the imminent clash of their most personal and
feminine assets. The women and the spectators both were
anxious for the fight to finally get to the main course. As
horridly sexy and wickedly tempestuous as the preliminaries
had been, they were only hors d'œuvres.
Together they came, neither quick, nor slow but relentless
and purposeful; as if they were just “meant” to get
together. Jean’s curly brown hair invited Lisa’s darker hair
to commune together, but not in a gentle friendly way. Each
of Jean’s hairs, aware of invaders, and under the command of
the general upstairs, proceeded to perform an infantry
tactic: suck-em-in and then “grab ‘em.” Sensing an enemy
hair bristling against it, each hair shaft snaked around its
enemy, attempting to strangle it. Lisa’s infantry just kept
coming and coming. She had more hair on her mound and soon
the furry mounds became hopelessly entangled and snarled.
Lisa’s thick bush might not have covered quite the total
area of Jean’s, but it had the edge in thickness. Each
strand mercilessly snagged one or more of Jean’s pubic hairs
that were in turn clawing and grabbing at Lisa’s. Then as if
that wasn’t enough the two women purposely leaned back,
while keeping their pubes tangled, used their fingers of
their right hand to twist and snare huge masses of hair
together in clumps, whatever amount could be pinched between
thumb and fingers. In moments the two masses of furry crotch
protection were so intertwined that it seemed only a
barber’s sharp scissors might extricate them.
As the others watched it became clear to them that these two
women had no intentions of coming apart anytime soon, lest
it be with lots of pain. Now that they were practically tied
together at the crotch their focus moved upstairs. With no
fanfare for the crowd Lisa and Jean wrapped arms around each
other and their mouths came together for their very first
kiss. The wonderment of the moment did not escape Lisa. This
was just one more “first” for her and the moments just kept
piling up that would become so indelibly etched in her mind.
Her first kiss with another woman, so sexy, so similar to
herself in many ways, so desirable, so intent on giving her
what she demanded of herself to give back; lust, insane mad
lust. Even knowing her own horny desires to be in full bloom
she was not the least concerned, because the look in Jean’s
eyes gave away her own immense lust.
As sexy as the breast battle had been, as kinky as the ass
fight that followed was, there was no doubt that now the
prime-time battle had ensued between Jean and Lisa. Jean
squished her upper torso close to Lisa, aching to use her
tits to titillate, not mutilate, Lisa’s hefty orbs. This
time their meeting, while contentious, was focused on
bringing the arousal level up and up and up. Her lips found
their target with ease. Lisa’s waiting mouth parted just
slightly to allow Jean’s lips to mesh perfectly together
with her own. The small O-shaped rings were so sensitive and
aroused that both girls shivered with excited delight at the
contact. Jean felt so completely in the moment that they
might as well have been in another universe from the
spectators. Her focus was on the joyous challenge that lay
before her now, more intently than ever.
Their heads bobbed around, teasing, testing, and tasting the
personal flavors of the enemy. Their noses exhaled used air,
only to be inhaled by the other. They were sharing their
very oxygen that was needed to fuel the passion. Their pussy
fur still tightly wound together the women squeezed each
other in a tight embrace. Their mouths sought to explore as
intimately as possible the oral compartments of the other.
Lisa was the first to venture her tongue into the space
between their mouths, making contact first with Jean’s lower
lip which she followed with a tracing of the entire
circumference of Jean’s lips. Just as she finished her first
loop around the delicate discovery of Jean’s full lips,
Jean’s tongue came out to play; immediately intense and
passionate. She plastered the full force of her tongue
against Lisa’s probing appendage. Lisa felt her tongue
forced back inside her own mouth before she could
counterattack by lowering the tip of her tongue as though to
lick an ice cream cone and then forcefully pushed against
Jean’s leveraged tongue. With the two top surfaces of their
tongues pushing against each other, the saliva juices so
lubriciously active, the pleasure coursing through their
veins, they wrapped their arms around their backs even
tighter; each trying to outdo the other with the force of
their hug.
The tongue duel continued for several minutes, jousting in
and out, taking turns pushing against and then alternatively
sucking deeply as though to inhale the opponents tongue
right out of their mouth. Jean managed to snake her tongue
back inside Lisa’s mouth; nearly ramming her tonsils and
causing Lisa to gag on the invader. But true to her
intentions of dominance, she pursed her lips around Jean’s
tongue and sucked it deep with a vengeance Jean had never
experienced before. She tried to pull it out, but Lisa had
put every effort into her vacuum mouth, and then just as her
suck-breath was about to expire, she bit down on Jean’s
trapped tongue, with just the right amount of exquisite pain
as to cause a shudder of pleasure. Was it masochistic
pleasure? Only Jean knew for sure. With her tongue finally
extricated Jean made sure to retaliate in kind, not with a
bite to the tongue, but to Lisa’s lower lip, hoping that
Lisa might succumb to the same sort of pain/pleasure
principle that Jean was only too well aware of within
herself.
Arms continued to hug, stroke, squeeze, and caress. Asses
were not off limits to deft fingers kneading the flesh in
lusty ways. Legs maneuvered as best they could around the
conjunction of their pubic mounds, sliding smooth skin
across smooth skin, calf to calf and thigh to thigh. As that
aspect of their body battle heated up, the effects of their
earlier hairy manipulation became apparent. Each little
shift of a leg caused one or the other or both women to feel
the pain in their mound. Jean knew the limit had been
reached with how much more excitement she could generate
within Lisa without moving past the kissing stage. She felt
she had accomplished a layer of arousal in her foe that was
expected. Lisa felt warmer, her breathing just a little more
ragged, her responses to each little tongue-dart a bit less
controlled. So it was time to move on. She ached to get her
fingers inside Lisa’s pussy, knowing how wet it must be. She
started to pull back and extricate herself from the
full-body clinch, only to feel searing jolts of pain from
her pubic hair as Lisa’s dark fur kept its vicious hold on
her own lighter fur. She winced as the little half-inch
pull-back zapped her with pain that even prescription drugs
would have had no effect on. Of course Lisa was on the other
end of that pull. And Lisa felt the zap-zap pain as well.
She however was energized by the fact that Jean had
initiated the pull-back and had instantly retreated forwards
into the snug confines of Lisa’s pubic blanket. “Can’t take
the pain, huh bitch?” Lisa glowered at Jean with a smugness
reserved for someone who felt the advantage in her court.
“Fuck you Cunt! We knew this would hurt and it hurt you just
as much as me.” Jean snarled right back. “Do you think
you’re ready to see who can really take it?”
“Anytime slut,” Lisa spit back in her most challenging
voice. The spectator’s eyes widened as the two women slowly,
slowly, slowly, and ever more slowly began to put receding
pressure on each other’s furry mounds. The movement was only
millimeters, but the impact upon their pain thresholds was
nevertheless supreme. “Oowwww,” Jean shrieked first, but
with only another ounce of pressure Lisa muttered out her
own cry of pain, “oooooooowwwwwwwwwww!”
Tears welled up in both battlers’ eyes. Furrows in their
brows gave away the intensity of their mutual pain. And yet
both resisted the urge to get back together; lighter and
darker feminine mounds. Just as the pain was reaching a
crescendo, the cries out getting louder and louder, Lisa
looked into Jean’s eyes, and finding acknowledgement there,
yanked her hips backwards as Jean did the same. Who knows
how many hairs were snatched from their rightful owner in
that split second? It must have been hundreds or more. The
shriek that came out of their mouths simultaneously rent the
beach for a hundred yards. Luckily the gathering in that
little cove was secluded enough that nobody heard except the
clan communing with them.
Each woman had verbally succumbed to the pain, but they also
shared in the knowledge that their foe was equally destroyed
in the process. Jean reached for her own pussy mound and
slowly rubbed it as if hoping for some relief. Lisa couldn’t
help but do the same, as the powerful lust that had been
building just moments ago had been severed by the blast of
pain. If she was to gain any momentum she knew now was an
opportunity.
TO BE CONTINUED