Thirty-Five Years
Brings Déjà vu to Reality
By H.G. Hunt
Chapter 18
Jean slowly pulled away from Lisa, their bodies and pussies
finally separating. Hours had passed and the sun was down
almost 45 degrees from the time they had met on the beach.
The spectators had been silent through the last round, with
barely a word passing among them. Brent had managed a few
pictures, but he, like the others had been transfixed by the
spectacle and only now with his cock raging for release did
he take a breath and sigh in total transfixed pleasure at
his wife’s victory. The others, whomever they had been
rooting for, were keenly aware that they had witnessed a
staggering dual between two women of iron wills, and only by
the narrowest of margins was one able to emerge victorious.
But the margin of victory, however narrow, was not what
either Jean or Lisa was contemplating. They had agreed
before hand that there would be consequences for the loser
and it was time for some of that to be implemented.
Lisa knew some of what was coming, but not all. Their
agreement from the day before had specified some of the
parameters of what would transpire, without complete
determination. The winner was to be allowed some leeway and
Jean was now preparing to utilize some of that leeway.
One of the spoils of victory was to be seated on the loser’s
face for a long slow and well-earned cunt-licking orgasm.
Jean grinned inwardly at the thought of Lisa’s face being
her throne as she face-sat her rival and vanquished foe. But
now she turned to her husband asking, “Did you like what you
saw?” and before he could even answer, “Do you like what you
see?” as she gestured towards Lisa, still lying on the
blanket, legs wide and pussy glistening in the sun.
“Oh baby you have no idea how much I liked it! It was
fantastic. She put up a hell of a fight but you whipped her
in the end.” Brent willingly answered.
“Well then, I can see you’d like relief for that awesome
hard-on. How does that look to you?” She gestured again
towards Lisa and her succulent pussy.
“It looks DAMN good! But I’d really rather have your
victorious cunt, sweets.”
“All in good time dear.” Jean was calling the shots. She put
on her strutting-best ego-filled queenly persona. The others
all watched and listened. “You folks; I’ll bet you’d like a
piece of the winner too, right?” She looked up and down the
line of spectators. They all nodded affirmatively some said
“hell yes”, some a little sheepishly, but the stage had been
set and their own arousals were so prominent, Bill and Bob
were both inflated fully to the max and pulsing madly, the
ladies all wet between their legs with nipples prominent and
inviting. Their bodies each ached for release and the
thought of finding that release with Jean was causing a real
rush.
Jean turned back to Lisa who had just now managed to sit up.
“You’ll get what is coming to you, don’t worry. You’ll get
to taste my pussy and make me cum, as we’d promised. But
first you’ll have to see me take more pleasure by fucking
each one of your ‘buddies’ here.” She swung her arm around
in a semicircle, indicating the nine friends that Lisa had
invited.
Lisa gulped, knowing that her punishment and humiliation was
about to begin. She was the one who had invited these nine
people, expecting them to enjoy her glow of victory and
share in her 35-year fulfillment. But now the shoe was on
the other foot and her sense of honor being secure, she knew
she would have to suffer the consequences that she had only
imagined belonging to Jean for the last 24 hours.
Jean turned her head towards the gathering and indicated “I
want to fuck every single one of you. I know how horny you
must be. Well, if you think you’re up for it,” she spoke
KNOWING they were up for it and eager as hell, “I’ve decided
to take you on one at a time starting with the women
youngest to oldest. Get over here Alicia.” She turned to
Brent, recognizing the slight look of concern on his face.
“Don’t worry,” she said to him, “you’ll get EVERYTHING you
want before the day is over. But now I’m going to take what
I’ve earned from this bitch over here.” She tossed her arm
in a quick gesture towards Lisa.
Alicia was now at Jean’s side. “Get down.” Alicia obeyed. In
a flash Jean mounted Alicia in the same manner as she had
finished off Lisa and she began fucking Alicia’s wet young
slit with abandon. Alicia, her overwhelming horniness
apparent to all, humped back against the victor’s cunt and
in just 60 seconds she had come. She felt like she’d just
been steamrolled and her shuddering climax, while not loud,
was vividly apparent to the others. Jean hopped off and with
Alicia rolling away, gestured with her head for Carrie to
replace Alicia beneath her.
Obligingly Carrie opened her legs as she took a spot beside
Jean. Carries reddish fur stood in contrast to Jean’s brown
fuzz and the two came together for a slutty dance of
cunt-slits. Carrie’s 21-year-old pussy ached for the touch
of Jean’s beyond-50 pussy and the consummation of that
yearning was everything Carrie had wished for. Her lesbian
inclinations weren’t what guided her. It was pure vanilla
lust for the victor. She, like Alicia before her, was lifted
towards ecstasy in rapid sequence by the torrid combination
of mental and physical arousal. Jean’s pussy pushed into her
cunt with the sort of power she’d only dreamed about before
today. It went to her head in a surge of feminine
submissiveness. “Take me, take me, take me,” she blurted out
as Jean grinningly obliged. Jean had grabbed one of Carrie’s
legs and lifted it up high, using it as a support for her
grinding. She rode Carrie rodeo style until the wet juices
of her cunt seeped downward into Carrie’s small opening and
her clit became entangled in the tuft of reddish hair that
supervised the northern boundary of her hole. She burrowed
it beneath that entanglement and found Carrie’s small but
firm clit reaching for her own. The two met and bounced
together deliciously for a few seconds before Carrie’s
screams rent the air and victim number three fell to Jean’s
plundering pussy.
Like a bowling ball knocking down the pins, two had fallen
and now without even being asked, Jade crept onto the
blanket, trembling at the thought of having sexual relations
with another woman, of having them in front of all these
people, and submitting to the powerful winner of a marathon
sex-battle. Jade was basically shy, and her tentativeness
was apparent to Jean. “Don’t worry sweetie, you’ll be ok.
You’ll like it, I promise.” Jean gave her a benevolent smile
to try to put her at ease, and then added a kiss to soften
her up before she took her lesbian virginity. Up to now,
Jade’s only lesbian encounters had been fantasy. But she was
ready. She kissed Jean back and before one could count to
twenty she was giving tongue passionately into Jean’s mouth.
“Ok girl, you got the idea, but now its time to fuck!”
She set her down on the ground and told her to angle her
legs 45 degrees and Jean slipped her legs, 45 degrees the
other way, between them so that they were ready to go pussy
to pussy. Jade surprised Jean by humping forward and
initiating the contact. Her sparse straight black pussy hair
lurking above her slit, she slithered her pussy right inside
Jean’s still puffy and splayed-wide lips. Their wetness
merged; and the 30-year generational difference between them
notwithstanding, they had no trouble at all finding a sexual
groove with delicate gyrations that brought pleasure washing
through them. As Carrie and Alicia before her, Jade was
overwhelmed by Jean’s sexuality and gorgeously adept pussy.
Jean was receiving jolts of lust and arousal through Jade’s
natural grinding, but that her sense of power and narrowness
of focus were driving her towards a conclusion that only
Lisa could provide. All else was for fun and she enjoyed it,
but her orgiastic reflexes were on hold. Jade convulsed and
convulsed again for two long minutes as Jean twisted her
torso and overpowered Jade’s luxuriously smooth pussy.
Mara was next. The thirty-year old, with more experience
under her belt, with both sexes, was not quite as
overwhelmed as the other three younger women had been, but
she was just as horny and wanted to taste some of what had
made Jean the winner; literally, taste her. The giant grin
on Mara’s face was not unexpected, but Jean still responded
with a wide grin of her own as Mara sauntered over to Jean
and offered to lick her pussy clean. Mara was a woman who
relished a bit of kink in her life and an opportunity like
this was too good for her to pass up. “I’ll give you only a
minute, after that we’re gonna fuck,” Jean promised Mara.
“Oooohh! That sounds really good!” Mara exclaimed
contemporaneous with her head diving to Jean’s crotch. She
gave some quick and noisy slurpy licks up and down Jean’s
well-shared slit. Moving upward she expertly sucked Jean’s
clit into her mouth and pulled it tightly between her lips
as her tongue gave it a good washing. Jean’s hands pulled
Mara’s head tightly into her crotch and then as the minute
expired she tossed her on the ground and mounted her in the
same fashion she had used to finish off Lisa. In seconds her
furry mound was pounding down into Mara’s wide-splayed legs.
Mara was well trimmed with only a small patch of dark fuzz
hovering above her cunt. The sensation was exquisite as Jean
pummeled Mara’s cunt with juicy thrust after juicy thrust.
Mara felt the motion and the inspiration rising in her and
she fucked back with upwardly slamming jolts that inspired
Jean even more, almost wickedly exposing Jean’s rising
libido to the temptation of giving in to the wonderful
feminine lust she was feeling. Mara’s beauty and sexual kink
had triggered a resurgence of Jean’s sizzling libido, edging
it higher and higher, but Mara succumbed first, after only
three or four minutes of cunt-smashing fun. She groaned out
her orgasm in long slow pants of labored breathing as her
husband watched the joy overwhelm her face. Robert’s big
uncircumcised cock drizzled drops of pre-cum as his hand
stroked the 8-inch meat-stick while his wife Mara Jane came
in delirious bliss.
Jean rolled off Mara Jane and motioned for Molly to come
hither. Mara lay still beside Jean as Molly approached.
Molly was a big girl, proportioned thickly from top to
bottom with large balloon-like breasts, wide full hips and
gorgeous big brown eyes. Her long blonde hair was pulled
back in a pony tail and her muscular legs strode towards
Jean, mischievous delight twinkling in her eyes. She was as
eager as the others to feel Jean’s grinding power and had
hoped that Jean would give her a taste of pussy like Mara
before her. But Jean wasn’t in the mood for more cunnilingus
right now. She wanted a bit of a breather physically so she
instructed Molly to take the top position, mounting her
cross legged as a rodeo rider would hop a horse. Molly’s
bald pussy displayed enormous thick lips that bulged outward
towards Jean’s waiting cunt.
Molly settled in for the ride and the two ladies started
slowly sliding their gashes this way and that, plump lips
melting together in a gushy rhythm of lust. Molly shivered
once, twice, three times as the wave of pleasure blossomed
quickly into series of jerky hip thrusts. Molly angled her
clit to meet Jean’s little dagger. The slippery nubs tested
each other for plumpness and protrusion. Molly, for all the
size and superb plumpness of her labia was actually owner of
a rather small clit, but what she lacked in size she made up
for in sensitivity. In three or four minutes she too was
nearing orgasm and even though she had the greater degree of
control of her movements than did Jean it was Molly who
squirted out a gush of juice and jerked out of control with
spasms of orgiastic pleasure. She grabbed her big bouncy
tits and pulled her nipples out until they looked like they
would have snapped. Jean let out a few “ooohs and aaaahs”
with a sort of mocking smile/grin on her face as if to
acknowledge the “feel good” nature of their pussy rubbing
enterprise but also to put Molly in her place as a wannabe
in the art of fuck-fighting. Molly missed the whole thing.
She was so enthralled with the overpowering feelings of
bliss to have even bothered to consider the intent of Jean’s
grins and grunts. She rolled off and another woman hopped
right aboard to take her place.
It was Felicity’s turn. It turned out that Felicity had a
different agenda than Jean. Jean was rolling along with a
high degree of confidence (and why shouldn’t she) after
out-fucking Lisa and handily giving the other horny ladies a
succession of quick orgasms of their own. Felicity wasn’t
about to allow, if she could help it, Jean to have such a
walkover as had happened with the other four younger women.
“If you expect me to cum like a little girl just because
your hairy cunt thinks it is so special, you’ve got another
thing coming!” Felicity growled a bit at Jean who was still
lying on her back, legs out wide, awaiting another
crotch-locking round of fun.
“Whatever,” Jean retorted with a clear element of disdain in
her voice for the woman now crouching over her. “Give it to
me good and hard and find out if you’ve got what it takes.”
“Bet on it.” Felicity’s bald pussy smacked downward into
Jean’s waiting crotch. “Mmmmmm. I love fucking hot pussy.
You’ve got one hot pussy too, but I do too.” She paused a
few seconds and continued, “What do you think? Think you can
make me cum like you did those other bitches?”
“Ooooooooh Yeeaaaaaaah,” Jean drawled out the answer with
syrupy slowness. She let out a little gasp as Felicity
screwed her hips downward with a heavy force. Jean’s lips
had been splayed wide apart most of the afternoon and she
felt Felicity’s outer lips drive in between her own and then
her big mound crunch against her own mound in a clear show
of force probably meant to intimidate her. But Jean was past
being intimidated. Even with the long afternoon of exertion
she still had energy left and she planned on using it. But
first she allowed Felicity to do the heavy work. Felicity’s
crouching stance was bound to tire her legs thought Jean.
True enough, in only a couple of minutes Felicity had to
change tactics, as pleasant and as sexy as their
cunt-grinding was, Felicity needed to end the burning in her
legs so she adjusted to lay back and arrange for some
scissor fucking which Jean accommodated most willingly. The
two stared devil eyes at each other and the grinding, now on
more equal terms, renewed.
Jean felt Felicity’s pussy opening up and her inner lips
sloshing against her own. Their clits danced in and out of
each other’s slits and then tangled together at the tip of
their openings. Jean felt like she had hit a plateau of
pleasure way back with her hookup with Carrie. It was as if
she settled in at about 75% of the climb towards release and
then just hovered thereabouts for each successive woman.
Felicity was doing her damndest to change that and Jean
recognized the intensity of Felicity’s actions, but having
already defeated Lisa, with whom their shared enmity had
produced a much greater degree of motivation than Felicity
could possibly have drawn upon, Jean felt her arousal remain
at a plateau, barely creeping up at all. It felt good. It
felt REALLY good, but there was no threshold being crossed
and she gave back to Felicity in equal measure whatever
saucy cunt-dueling grinds she felt come her way.
Then it happened. Even though it took longer than with her
recent partners, the end result was the same, orgasm.
Felicity crossed the physiological line that foretold an
onrushing orgasm. Her eyes opened wide in shock (at least a
little) and her grinding became more and more intense. She
felt Jean’s hairy lips wrapping themselves around her own
waxed lips and the ecstasy of the moment created her own
multi-layered orgasm. She shuddered once, cried out,
shuddered again and then in an escalating wail shattered the
beachfront with her orgasmic shriek. She was definitely a
screamer and that difference from the others struck the
group and made them smile. The two ladies pulled apart.
Felicity had given it a good shot, but she was not a match
for Jean; at least not now in these circumstances.
Norma was next. She had benefited from watching the six
other women fuck Jean and have great orgasms and even though
Felicity had made Jean work a little harder than the others
and had brought some contentiousness to the last
groin-grind, she was only interested in one thing. She
wanted to cum and cum hard in front of her husband. Their
own role-play and fantasies of fem-fem competition were now
being fulfilled and she was anxious to give her husband the
type of show he’d been aching for.
“Get a good look,” Norma smiled at Bill as she got up to
approach Jean. Bill grinned at her and offered his own
assessment. “Just don’t wear out her pussy. Leave a little
for me!”
“Well from the looks of things she can handle us both.”
This allowed Jean a grin, adding a momentary touch of levity
to the sexy situation.
As Norma approached Jean stood up and waited. The two women
eyed each other. They felt a flutter of emotion that
differentiated itself from that which existed for the other
women’s encounters. This flutter tugged at their heart
strings. The little zap of lust that clearly sailed across
the space between them was joined by a thread of affection.
The detection of that sheen of emotion escaped the others,
but not the two of them. Jean’s arms opened and she embraced
Norma, the slender and fit tan-lined woman with the perky
breasts, small nipples, and landing strip fuzz atop her
smooth pussy. Her blond hair flew in the breeze as Norma
returned the embrace. They kissed.
While kissing, their hands explored each other’s bodies
gently, with smooth caresses. They felt their breasts
collide and their nipples rubbing. Their hips came together
and their mounds bumped pleasantly. Jean grabbed Norma’s
shoulders and pushed their upper torsos apart. She lowered
her head so she appeared as though she was looking over the
tops of half-framed glasses as she offered Norma what she
wanted. “You ready to fuck?”
“You bet I am!”
“Get down then,” Jean’s air of control remained, but these
words were gentler and almost cuddly with tenderness.
Norma lay back, spread her legs wide, knees up in the air
waiting for Jean to mount her. Ever so slowly Jean kneeled
between Norma’s 160-degree leg-angle, lowering her
tangled-growth of thatch towards Norma’s crotch. Norma’s
labia were already wet with oozing thick glycerin-like
emissions, anxious for the touch that was set to arrive.
Norma looked up into Jean’s eyes, and having met them gazed
longingly into their depths. ZAP! Their pussies gently
revealed themselves to each other with soft, moist
revelations of pleasure; Norma finding for the first time
the long ached-for sensation of labia-mingling fun; Jean
renewing the same hot libido-surging pleasure wave she’d
been riding now for most of the afternoon. Norma just lay
back and reveled in the glorious feelings Jean’s practiced
rhythm produced; forward and back, pulsing downward and then
gently pulling back so that their sticky lips clung
tenuously to each other, stretching out an inch, then an
inch and a half before unwillingly snapping apart. Several
times Jean pushed her cunt down on Norma’s tight pink slit,
smothering her lips with her own. Norma sported a tight
little hole that was great pleasure for her husband Bill and
now her pussy extremities were arousing Jean too. Her clit
punched out of its hood and met Jean’s slithering protrusion
with every thrust. They tickled each other mercilessly and
Jean shivered with pleasure, but Norma was long past her
point of control. Her orgasm exploded into a total
body-convulsing event. Her arms flailed out to the side. Her
head rocked side to side as her lungs let out a wailing cry
of ecstasy. Her hitherto fantasy of lesbian sex was not a
fantasy anymore and the reality surged with a deliciousness
she could barely have imagined.
Bill had taken it all in with a huge wide-eyed grin as had
Robert. The two men were hoping that Jean’s gyrations would
soon be using their poles as an axis. Jean smiled coyly at
Norma and hopped up to survey the two men gazing lewdly at
her. Bill, reclined part way in his beach chair was the
first to find out that Jean managed a cock as well as a
pussy. “I want that cock in me… NOW,” Jean blurted out as
she walked the few paces to Bill’s chair. “Fine with me,”
Bill offered as Jean straddled his chair and immediately
impaled herself on his thick cock which was topped with a
beautiful bulbous head, round and shiny. But soon his cock
was gone from view as she slid effortlessly downward until
it was buried completely inside her expandable pussy. She
rocked forward and back, guiding his cock to pressure the
full inner dimensions of her soft, warm cunt. Up and down
she rode and he pumped his hips up at her every time she
slid towards the earth. The wet juicy friction felt so, so,
so good to her. The kinkiness quotient of fucking another
man in front of Brent and 9 other people was not lost on her
and she tossed a glance backwards at Brent who was dutifully
recording the event with low-angle shots from behind her
pretty ass. The camera lens was close to the conjoined pair,
capturing her wet hairs clinging to Bill’s cock as it slid
inside her. The soft dew-drops of moisture that clung to her
ass, inner legs, pussy lips and now dripped onto Bill’s
balls and man-hair sparkled in the sunlight that came from a
much lower spot in the sky than when the clan had gathered
initially.
“Good boy. Keep it up Brent. I hope you’re getting all the
shots.”
“Oh, I sure am. I wouldn’t miss this. I think I’ve taken
over 400 so far. Now just shut up and fuck him good, will
ya?”
“She is…. She is.” Bill grinned at Brent with a knowing and
grateful glance.
He pumped his hips hard into Jean’s soaking snatch and soon
the inevitable outcome prevailed. His body jerked, his hips
rocked upward as Jean wiggled her ass hard down so that his
cock embedded as deeply as it could inside her squeezing
pussy. The first spurts of cum slammed into her cervix and
then as the sperm juice emissions grew in volume they flowed
down the lining of her cunt, lubricating his shaft even more
deliciously for the last few strokes of his orgasmic
insertion.
Bill let out about a dozen “Oh Gods” as his sperm shot into
Jean’s sizzling mature cunt. She squeezed hard on his dick
as she finally pulled off. Some of his jizz spilled out onto
his balls and leg as her pussy hovered for a moment just
above his dwindling erection. The shiny protuberance had
jolted about a ton of pleasure through Bill to go with the
visual thrill everyone else had witnessed.
Even Norma grinned at the look on Bill’s thankful face;
knowing that he had powerful fantasies being fulfilled this
day. She was just grateful they had been able to share them
in such a powerful, stimulating, and intimate way.
Robert remained as the last of the nine “victims”. He hadn’t
known why Jean saved him for last and he would never be told
either, but Jean had her reasons. She had fucked several men
before she’d married Brent, but it was clear to her from the
very beginning that Robert was probably more hung than any
of them. One other ancient conquest may have been pretty
darn close, but Jean thought that her only taste of
something as big as Robert was an inanimate toy that Brent
had brought home once, and that wasn’t the same as a real
flesh and blood penis that stood ten inches hard.
“I hope you don’t mind sloppy seconds.” The look on Robert’s
face was enough for her to have known the answer, but he
gleefully chimed out his answer anyway. “Not a problem for
me Jean. I want your pussy real bad!”
“I took Bill from the top. I want you to climb aboard on top
and fuck me hard.”
“Not a problem. I hope you’re ready.” Robert glanced and
grinned at Mara Jane who winked at Jean and added her own
encouragement. “Fuck her good Robert, she deserves it.”
Jean lay back on the blanket and Robert hovered over her for
just a second as he rubbed his cock a few times, reassuring
his self that it was his full-mast most glorious ten inches.
“Quit dickin’ around and put it in me!”
“Wow, after all the sex you’ve had and you’re still anxious.
What a slut you are!” With that he let the tip of his penis
tantalize Jean’s pussy lips. They were splayed apart and had
been for the longest time. He teased to the left and then to
the right, Brent capturing the images on the camera, his own
cock rigid and only inches away from the pair about to
copulate on the beach. Robert was young enough to have been
Jean’s son, and the age disparity was not lost on either of
them. But when it comes to rutting and fucking once the
hormones have taken over there is no difference. They do
what comes naturally and Jean WANTED Robert badly to poke
her good. He did of course, but not before some more
teasing. “You nasty boy, quit being coy and stick it in me.”
She had to urge him a second time after his modest touches
had fired her up for more cock. Robert felt the lining of
her pussy expand as his prick head snuggled inside her lips.
The mingled juices of 8 women and Bill offered the most
sublime and slimy lubrication for his thick meat to glide
inward. His size was no problem at all for Jean as she
accepted the first 8 inches as easily as if it had been a
pint-sized wiener. The last two inches required a little
more pushing, but they too wormed inside Jean so that their
groins were in contact and no further penetration was
possible. He lay still for a moment, allowing them both to
relish the sensations. She breathed a deep sigh the glorious
fullness invaded her cunt, pressing outwards against every
surface. The stuffed feeling was heavenly. He too accepted
the sweet, warm, gooey tightness smothering his dick with
luxurious sensations. The motionless moment lasted about
fifteen seconds and then Jean began to rock; at first just
slight, teasing hip thrusts, and then a little more
insistent and forceful.
Robert was on the same wavelength and soon the two had
almost musically accelerated their gyrations as if under the
baton of a great conductor. Uhhh. Ahhh. Uhhh. Ahhh. Uhhh.
Ahhh……
They grunted and sweated and pounded at each other with all
the muscle and energy that could be brought to bear. Jean,
from below, arched her back and angled her hips forward and
back, upward and downward, dictating the staccato rhythm
that Robert had no trouble instinctively matching. His eyes
were wide open as he gazed at her hazel pupils. She
fluttered between open and closed eyes, lost in the total
eroticism of the moment. The grunting pair created wet
smacking noises that filled the cove. Robert amazingly
lasted a full five minutes of totally immersed fucking
before he crossed his manly threshold and blasted his
youthful load of sperm into Jean. Several hard thrusts later
he shivered his last spurt out and before his tumescence had
subsided he pulled out, leaving Jean’s gaping cunt wide,
wide open and glistening with the gobs of cum that had
emerged there moments earlier.
With her pussy so well-fucked, by both the women and the men
(except for her own husband) and the hour getting late it
was time for the coup-de-grace.
TO BE CONTINUED