Thirty-Five Years
Brings Déjà vu to Reality
By H.G. Hunt
Chapter 19
Lisa had seen what had happened since her demise. She knew
what was coming. She had, in an academic sort of way,
already accepted her fate. But the emotional reality of Jean
striding towards her right now was in another league of
realization altogether. She was NOT ready in her gut. Her
tummy ached at the notion. She felt almost nauseous and
nervous in anticipation of what was to come. She had taken
one of the chairs brought by Alicia and sat semi-curled-up
as Jean made the rounds with the nine guests.
And yet; and yet; even with the anxiety of anticipation she
couldn’t quash some tiny twinges of desire returning. Her
sexuality had not been wiped out by losing. Au contraire;
her sexual hunger would not be stifled so easily. Her
“alpha” feelings had been shed, maybe not for ever, but for
now it was submerged beneath other emotions. Her libido was
not totally submerged. Just enough remained that as Jean’s
dripping cunt approached she momentarily acknowledged her
own twinge of lust at the thought of lapping that slop.
“OK bitch! Now you can really get a taste of a real woman; a
taste of the pussy that makes her who she is. I out-fucked
you in front of all your horny friends and my husband. It’s
time you faced the fact that you are a two-bit lousy slut
and the only thing you really deserve is to service me and
my husband at the same time.”
“Brent,” she nodded for him to approach, “get over here!”
She loomed over Lisa who didn’t even pretend to smile.
“Get on with it whore. I’ll live up to my end of the
bargain, but you’re no God-damned queen. You just got lucky,
that’s all!”
“Whatever. Just make sure you make us both really happy.”
Jean instructed Lisa to lower the back of the reclining
chair to horizontal. As soon as Lisa lay back Jean was
astride her face and lowering her crotch, still damp and
sticky from her gooey fuck frenzy with the surrounding clan
of hedonistic voyeur/participants. Brent stood close by,
eagerly awaiting direction from Jean.
Jean’s pussy dripped a few drops of human cum onto Lisa’s
nose just before her slippery twat pasted itself squarely on
Lisa’s mouth. “Ok girl; do your thing.”
Lisa was anxious to get this over with. Despite the
humiliation of what was happening, that glowing ember of
horny lust was definitely not extinguished. The sliver of
desire and glimmer of pride that she still retained
motivated her to do more than just “get the job done.” She
determined that if she was going to eat Jean’s pussy she was
going to give it her best. So it was that the two of them
merged their wet orifices into one slurping, humping,
grinding, licking, probing, twisting, tasting, lurching,
biting, nibbling, sucking mass of lesbo flesh in front of
ten onlookers. Lisa’s nose buried itself in Jean’s cunt as
her tongue danced circles of pressure all around her
mushrooming and reinvigorated clit. The proportions of
Jean’s love-bud may not have been any larger than earlier,
but the woman who sprouted it was finally ready to let go
and very much ready for an orgasm. She had nothing more to
prove and it was time for her to relish her championship
glory. Lifting her hips just often enough to allow Lisa an
occasional breath, she relished the feeling of pressing her
sperm-soaked cunt hard into Lisa’s face; the jizz of both
men seeping into her mouth and covering her nose, chin,
cheeks and dripping down onto her neck and shoulders too.
“Ok Brent. Get over here and stick your cock in her pussy.
Give her a good hard fucking, one she’ll never forget.”
Brent, having been dutifully patient and obedient throughout
the afternoon, was not about to reverse course and disobey
his wife. No sir, he was ready for this!
He grabbed Lisa’s ankles and lifted them high and wide,
exposing her precious and beautiful pussy to the perils of
penile probing. Lisa knew what was coming and it didn’t faze
her at all. Being the cock-happy woman that she was the
notion of servicing both Jean and Brent’s double-team was
really arousing, despite the intensity of her humiliation.
Brent pressed his hips forward and his hard cock probed the
thatch-covered foyer to Lisa’s vagina. Her labia remained
moist. Her pubic hairs still twisted this way and that,
matted with the partially drying lubricants that had
saturated them earlier. Brent used his dick-head like a
brush, pressing down and around every square inch of Lisa’s
hair, teasing both Lisa and himself with his tubular
manhood. After a minute or so of exploring her forested
mound he stationed the tip at the mid-juncture of her puffy
lips. Pressing left and then right, he peeled her lips
apart, millimeter by millimeter. Her pink inner folds
incrementally became exposed to the outside once again. Mara
Jane, who had volunteered to take over camera duty, zoomed
in close to capture Brent’s weapon poised at Lisa’s
entrance. Brent grinned as Lisa’s hips wiggled just a little
bit forward, enticing him with her instinctively perfect
gyration to plunge in.
“Did you see that?” he asked Jean who was getting a
birds-eye view of the proceedings, even as she maintained
her wiggly-hipped cowgirl ride on Lisa’s face. “I sure did.
I think the slut wants your cock. I can’t say as I blame
her. Be a good boy and give it to her.”
“From the look on your face, she seems to be doing a pretty
good job of munching your carpet.” Brent leaned forward and
gave Jean a long lip-lock kiss before pulling back and
focusing his attention back on Lisa’s cunt which had turned
even wigglier, aching to be mercilessly fucked.
He leaned forward, as slowly as his reflexes would allow
him. His cock slid inch by inch into Lisa’s open slew. His
eyes rolled back in his head and he looked to the sky,
bellowing out a long sigh of pleasure, “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!”
Overwhelming emotions and thoughts burst into his brain. The
intense feelings pulsing through his cock sent shockwaves
outward through his nervous system and he was catapulted
into the most animalistic guttural realm of his life. His
instincts took over and his began slamming his cock into
Lisa’s obliging cunt with as much vengeance as his fit body
could provoke. In and out, in and out, in and out; pounding
and grinding with a devilish grin. It felt so damn good he
could hardly believe the lust that enveloped him as he
fucked Lisa’s twat, even as Jean trampolined her face with
her hefty hips and succulent pussy. The two of them fetched
a rhythm of leaning forward and lurching back so that they
could kiss and maintain a lip lock on each other.
The triangular connection of mouths and gonads gave the
gathered clan more reason to squirm with delight. Taking it
all in were the nine invitees, absorbing the fitting climax
to the conflagration that had been their privilege to
observe and delightfully to be part of.
Lisa, lying on her back raised her hands around Jean’s hips
and snaked them around to Jean’s hanging tits. Her fingers
found her Jean’s sensitive nipples and began pulling,
pinching, and flicking them with deft skill. This made Jean
grind even harder. With just enough air sucking in to her
lungs with Jean’s occasional lift-offs, Lisa maintained a
steady and delicious clit-licking, clit-sucking,
clit-biting, wet, juicy cunnilingus rhythm. She recognized
in Jean’s hips the insistence that predicted the inevitable
orgasm. Jean let out a several breathless shrieks; “How
fucking good is that? Ooooh, ahhh, mmmmmmm, that feels sooo
good. Unnhhhh, unhhhhh, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop,
oh no, don’t stop, don’t stop, Oh God! Don’t stop.”
She continued blabbering like that for about a minute as her
hips lost their rhythm but not their insistent motion. She
pounded down and slid her pussy back and forth all over
Lisa’s face, anchoring each movement with her clit poised on
Lisa’s active tongue. Her insistence grew and grew, riding
an exponentially escalating wave of cataclysmic proportions.
Brent, sensing his wife’s onrushing orgasm joined her with
his own cresting pleasure. Lisa’s cunt grasped his cock on
every outward motion and gobbled it in with every
penetrating thrust. The pleasure center in Brent’s brain
overloaded. A short circuit caused jolts of thundering
pleasure to ripple through his body, surging from head to
toe and then bouncing back into his groin. His penis
collected all the wayward energy and absorbed the pleasure
from Lisa’s gripping, grabbing, snatching pussy with
complete acceptance of the inevitable consequence. Like a
dormant volcano that knows there is pressure building deep
in the core that MUST be expelled, his cock strained for
every conceivable friction with Lisa. Lisa responded with
her most eager and powerful thrusts yet; matching Brent’s
every thrust with one of her own.
Lisa had felt the erosion of her humiliation. She accepted
the inversely intense growth of lust as if it were normal.
At this moment there was only one reality; Total animal lust
that HAD to be fed. Her mouth and tongue ravaged Jean’s
wretched cunt with a fury that she’d never felt before. Her
pussy ached to accept Brent inside her, not just his dick,
but she was imagining his entire body was being absorbed
into her feminine orifice. She welcomed every furious thrust
that poked at her innards. She pained at every withdrawal;
clinging with every ounce of energy she could muster to his
cock, begging it for another thrust. The moment seemed to
lose its flow. It was as if Einstein’s Law of connection
between space and time had formed a vortex of pleasure that
wafted on and on and on and on and on.
The witness’s clocks hadn’t stopped. The second hands still
moved. The wind continued to breezily send shore birds into
dizzying and dazzling flight. The sun continued its fall
towards the western horizon. But for the three on the
blanket those realities were gone. The earth might as well
have stopped. The only reality was the sexual ecstasy that
enveloped them. Like the ocean that swallowed up Atlantis,
Lisa, Jean, and Brent were submerged in ecstasy. Their loins
were all locked in embrace with one another. Their
consciousness had distilled into a singular “creature”,
consuming their energy, demanding ever more and more of
their physical and spiritual resources, until there was no
more left to give. Their brains went haywire in unison. The
overwhelming and total reality was this moment of hedonistic
grabbing of pleasure that each person clung to in hopes it
would never end.
The explosion smashed through them with a force like the
tearing apart of a galaxy. It rent their bodies into
convulsive contortions and fused their minds into a stew of
pleasure they’d been unaware before now could even exist.
Their orgasms pushed Jean and Brent to the limits of
sustainability. Both thrust downward onto Lisa with force
enough to snap the hinges on the chair she lay on. It broke
and she plunged the six inches to the ground with Jean and
Brent pummeling her at either end relentlessly.
Lisa desperately needed some air, but Jean was so intent on
exploiting her pleasure that she rode Lisa’s face,
smothering her nose and mouth with her cunt. Lisa didn’t
wince or reject the danger from diminished oxygen. She
embraced it and pummeled Jean’s clitoris with a wickedly
intense tongue that only the devil could have duplicated.
Brent shot his cum inside Lisa. It spewed for what seemed an
eternity, gushing pleasure from the inside of his cock to
match the pleasure from Lisa’s powerful pussy on the
perimeter. Her welcoming hole accepted Brent’s sperm juice
as her own body convulsed with the wave of pleasure that
ricocheted like bolts of lightning back and forth a thousand
times between every nerve cell in her body. Zap, zap, zap,
zap and zap again. Her fucking cunt and her munching mouth
accepted the energy that flowed from the couple astride her
and incorporated it into an aura of pleasure that permeated
her like the stars fill the night sky during the new moon in
Australia’s outback. The bliss was everywhere and
everything. It was a cosmic experience; as it was for Jean.
The bouncing energy seemed to coalesce in her pussy. Her
thoughts were not coherent. They weren’t even thoughts at
all, just awareness of pleasure. Her awareness was only in
her crotch. It was as if her entire body had transformed
into a giant pussy with orgasmic tentacles snaking
everywhere, covering every square inch of skin, consuming
every organ, tickling every hair, consuming every thought.
The witnesses recognized the power and immensity of the
trio’s orgasms, even if they didn’t grasp the cosmic
proportions that separated the trio’s consciousness from
their own. It was a hell of a ride they all thought.
The mutual orgasm eventually subsided, receding slowly away
like a tide that lingers long in a shallow place before
retreating to the deep water. The laws of the universe
remained unbroken.
Jean lifted her hips and Lisa, almost reluctantly sucked
some air into her lungs.
Brent gingerly pulled his sensitive and spent cock from
within Lisa’s tunnel.
Lisa relaxed her tense muscles.
The gathered nine let out their own breath of long-held air.
Relief. They sucked their own new breath and gradually began
to redefine their own awareness of their surroundings and
circumstances. The gulls cried out and were heard. The trees
whispered in the breeze and were recognized. The boats on
the lake came into focus. The shore grasses bent to the wind
and waved at them. The hour of the day intruded upon them.
It was now past five and the longevity of the time span sunk
in. They had been witnesses and brief participants and were
both ecstatic and relieved to have been there. No coherent
words had been spoken for nearly twenty minutes and it
didn’t seem odd at all. The communication that had
transpired was perfect and in accord with nature. There had
been no need of words and in the recollections that followed
over the years, not one would even notice the gap. All that
was said was said with bodies and spirit. It was enough.
TO BE CONTINUED