Thirty-Five Years
Brings Déjà vu to Reality
By H.G. Hunt
Chapter 15
As quickly as her subsiding pain allowed, Lisa moved to Jean
and resumed a clinch, except this time, with their pubic
mounds no longer snared together; she probed her right hand
between Jean’s legs and found the focus of her dreams for
the last 35 years. Her fingers found Jean’s pink lips,
slathered in wet pussy juice, ready for all the
ministrations Lisa intended. She rubbed her palm towards the
back, then to the front, again and again, relishing in the
slippery lubrication that so willingly covered her hand. She
felt the soft fullness of Jean’s outer labia. She felt the
bulge at the upper reaches of her slit that confirmed her
clitoris was alive and “in the mood”. She savored the
grinding of the moat of pubic hair that surrounded Jean’s
pussy as her hand caressed her crotch. Jean’s pubic hair
grew downward between her legs surrounding her pussy with
soft brown curly hairs; quite long, as they eventually
dwindled to a just a smattering at the lower confluence of
her labia and the puckered perineum skin. Lisa didn’t let
that orifice go untouched either. Her third probe ended with
her middle finger reaching clear under Jean’s crotch to
examine her asshole, her nail just ever-so-delicately
scratching the perimeter before plunging her finger inside
one-knuckle deep. This produced an audible gasp from Jean
for two reasons; first it assured her that Lisa would stop
at nothing to try to defeat her and bring her to orgasm and
second that Jean was well aware that her sensitive asshole
was one of the spots likely to cause enhanced arousal.
“Damn, that was fast!” Jean thought to herself as Lisa’s
finger tweaked her tissues a couple of times before slowly
pulling out and trailing back frontwards through the lush
lips of her pussy. What came out of her mouth was a bit more
provocative than what she thought upon initial digital
penetration, “You fuckin’ slut. I’ll get you for that!”
While Lisa’s right hand had been exploring between Jean’s
legs, Jean had taken the opportunity to grab Lisa’s
beautiful breasts and get a good grip, kneading, pulling,
twisting (not too hard to be sure) and teasing her nipples.
She did nothing to prevent Lisa’s exploration between her
legs and Lisa did nothing to stop Jean’s tit-tweaking fun
either. But as soon as the first few seconds of their
explorations began, the women settled to the ground as a
more comfortable place to come to grips with their destiny;
which woman would be able to force an unwanted orgasm from
the other.
“You are just as slimed up for me now as you were back in
school. I’m gonna make you cum so hard you might quit
breathing.” Lisa crowed at Jean with an almost identical
phrase to the one she had used so many decades earlier, and
to similar effect; defiance.
“Oh, yeah I’m wet alright, but you’re the one gushin’ all
over the blanket.” It was true too. A solid blob of wet cunt
juice formed a stain about three inches across just under
Lisa’s crotch. “And it will be a lot worse when I get to
work on it.” And with that Jean’s left hand slithered
between Lisa’s legs and found the mark. Her fingers slid
through what was left of Lisa’s brown furry mound and
nestled between the lips of her crevice. “Mmmmm. you are
drenched.” She purred to Lisa, but loud enough for all to
hear. Now the fingers of both women became little engines of
desire and energy, pulling lips apart, snaking deeply inside
their holes, one, two, or sometimes three at a time.
Lisa let out a low guttural sort of growl that gave proof
that her animal instincts that were taking over. She loved
the emotions that came boiling out of that deepest cauldron
of lust deep inside her. The logical thought processes may
not have been eliminated, but they were only secondarily in
control now. Those instincts of survival and dominance were
in charge, and it felt good, really, really good to be in
the sway of such powerful instincts and emotions. Her
fingers found Jean’s clit and prodded it from side to side,
gauging its firmness and flexibility and size. It felt like
a good-sized marble attached by a strong elastic band to a
place deep insider her. That elasticity allowed Lisa
considerable ability to manipulate Jean’s hump-ready clit,
slippery as an eel, and resilient to respond as it pulled
back to its normal configuration instantly after pressure
was withdrawn. But each time that happened it seemed to grow
just a little larger, so that each new fingering was just a
little more productive than the last.
Jean listened to Lisa’s breathing, noting the rise and fall
of her breasts, the temperature of her skin and her pussy.
The radiating warmth was keenly sensed by Jean’s probing
fingers. Lisa had one hot pussy! Those lips, oh how sweet
they felt between her fingers. They might as well have been
soaked in a gallon of olive oil for all the slippery
moisture that had saturated them from within, and oh so
smooth; in sharp contrast to the bristly pubic hairs that
circumnavigated their way around her cunt. Jean relished an
occasional foray into that slender strip of forest on either
side of Lisa’s lips, plucking an occasional hair in a quick
yank. She was still angry at the pain those hairs had caused
her own when they pulled apart a few minutes earlier. Jean
sensed that Lisa liked at least a little bit of pain, and
knowing that the loser of this fight wouldn’t necessarily be
the one whose orgasmic fuse was the shortest, but would
probably be the one whose physical dominance could not be
projected over the other. Jean felt certain that she would
be able to win either way, but she wanted to use EVERY
tactic that might give at least a sliver of advantage. She
didn’t overdo it, just a few little dark brown hairs got
separated from their owner and Jean went back to fingering
Lisa’s twat with lusty abandon.
The girls had been seated side by side during this interlude
and were leaning into each other; Lisa from the left and
Jean from the right. Soon the awkwardness of how they were
positioning their hands began to bother them. Lisa made the
first move to rectify that situation and at the same time
tried to get Jean’s probing fingers out of her cunt. She
pushed Jean’s hand away and swung her body to a position in
front of Jean’s splayed legs, giving her more head-on access
to Jean’s pussy. Both hands went into a frenzy of
manipulation, one hand snaking fingers in and out of her
vagina while the other tweaked and played with her moist
clit.
Jean, confidence in full swarm, challenged Lisa, “Go for it
bitch! See what you can do down there. I’ll give you a
minute and then its ON!”
“You’ll wish you never said that you filthy slut.”
“Ooooo, tough talk for brunette trash.”
“It ain’t just talk whore.”
Back and forth the epithets rang out across the cove as Lisa
worked diligently to create the arousal she knew lurked
inside Jean’s loins. She was right of course and Lisa knew
it, but she also knew that playing defense was going to be
an important part of this battle unless she got very lucky
in the next few seconds. So to help solidify her position on
offense she curled her left leg around behind Jean’s back
and her right leg flashed across in front of Jean so she
could put a leg hold on Jean’s midriff. Lisa’s legs locked
around Jean’s waist while her fingers twirled away at Jean’s
pussy, pumping hard against her very wet slit and clit. Jean
reacted in instant anger, fouling the air with more epithets
and threats. “Get your ugly legs off me you cunt!” Jean
yelled and reached for Lisa’s legs to try to peel them off,
but they were too strong and well locked due to the surprise
move that had caught Jean off guard in her moment of
bravado. But Jean didn’t give up trying to unseat Lisa from
her throne. Since Lisa was bent around a bit to keep the
access to Jean’s pussy she had earned earlier, Jean had to
lean forward to get at Lisa’s shoulders, which she managed
to grab and start pulling her away from her pussy. The
strong pull did not do much about Lisa’s pussy hold. She
resisted and pulled back against Jean, keeping her fingers
firmly in Jean’s womanhood. For a moment Lisa thought she
felt Jean’s hips rock subtly against her ministrations. It
was fleeting and very unobtrusive, but Lisa was sure she’d
noticed the first telltale sign of that leap to a higher
level of arousal that is necessary to reach the heights of
orgasmic bliss.
Jean was in a predicament and she knew she needed an escape.
Pulling on Lisa’s shoulders wasn’t working and her torso was
being squeezed between Lisa’s strong thighs. Snaking her
left arm through Lisa’s armpit and grabbing her forearm with
her right hand she pulled with all her might. The leverage
was enough, when combined with her weight and strength to
roll Lisa onto her back at Jean’s side. Jean succeeded in
adding a bit of rolling momentum she twisted herself atop
Lisa and now she could put her feet in the ground and push
up forcing Lisa’s legs to unravel from around Jean’s waist.
It had been a weak position for Jean and she had known the
weakness could have been very hard to overcome unless she
had broken Lisa’s hold. She had also recognized that
involuntary twitch in her crotch against Lisa’s hand, fully
aware of the implications it would have had if Lisa had been
able to maintain that degree of control. It was absolutely
necessary for her to break out of Lisa’s strong legs and by
virtue of her own guile and strength had re-evened the
playing field.
Both women were breathing a little harder than before from
the strain of the effort they had used to both gain, or
hold, or regain the advantage. Now the two women, neither
shaken in their belief in final victory, surely both
realized that no victory was going to be easy, and that
probably no victory could come without even more intimate
connections than had been formed already. With no positional
advantage present both women went for the other’s respective
cunts. After the strenuous exertions of their brief
wrestling encounter words of challenge rent the air. “Oh
what a wet pussy you have,” intoned Lisa as her fingers
re-entered Jean’s dripping vagina, “It will never compare
with mine though!”
“Get a grip on reality bitch!” Jean shot back. “Your pussy
might as well belong to a goat for as powerful as it is. It
stinks like a barnyard and there’s no way in hell that it
can handle my pretty pussy.” Her fingers didn’t seem to mind
that Lisa’s pussy was so ‘goat-like’, because her three
middle fingers were buried three knuckles deep inside as
they twisted and turned amidst the super-lubricated slew.
“Jean,” Lisa called her by name in a condescending tone, “I
don’t think you really dare match up your pussy with mine,
cause if you did you wouldn’t be so hell bent on using your
pathetic fingers on me.”
Jean laughed out loud, “What the hell do you think you’re
doing to me cunt? I think you’re the one that is scared as a
chicken when the fox comes around.”
“Let’s go for it then if you think you’re woman enough.
Right now! Cunt to cunt.”
“I thought you’d never ask you slimy slut.” With that Jean
pulled her fingers out of Lisa’s pussy and the air popped
with the sound of suction being broken. Lisa slid her
fingers slowly out of Jean’s pussy, taking a lingering
moment to give a couple of quick thrusts of her palm against
Jean’s protruding clit.
TO BE CONTINUED