LISA vs LUANNE - CHAPTER 8
By HGHunt
Hearing Lisa’s anger confirmed for Luanne the wisdom of
her remarks. She was glad to have seen the response from Lisa that revealed how
infuriated she was. While Luanne’s pussy was still sore from the big black
dildo-pounding it had taken, she kept a keen awareness of Lisa’s body and with
those remarks now had a pretty good idea of her state of mind. “This bitch is
losing it,” she thought to herself.
“Fuck yes!” I’ll eat you all fucking night long, or at least until your kitty
can’t take it anymore. I’m just getting warmed up.”
Luanne bit Lisa’s left labia lip between her front teeth, gripping the tender
flesh and pulling it out and away from her wet hole, letting the pressure off
just enough for the flap of flesh to fall back into place (more or less). Again
she bit, this time the other side, and let go after stretching Lisa’s right
labia a couple of inches, careful to stretch far enough to cause Lisa’s pain
threshold to be crossed, but not far enough to create any lasting damage or
excruciating pain either. Back and forth Luanne teased Lisa’s labia with bits
and nips and pulls, stretching them left and right, forward and back, crossing
her pain threshold over and over again only to let it slide back down into the
ecstasy of stimulation.
Lisa, taken aback by Luanne’s surging energy, registered flickering doubts about
her “Eat Me,” demands. The pain/pleasure conundrum was glorious, but she sensed
a growing unease at allowing Luanne even the perception of control for that
long. Succumbing to doubt wasn’t normal for Lisa, but as Luanne vigorously
mouthed her cunt with nips and more bites she couldn’t help but second-guess
herself. Wham! Her next orgasm, while not a surprise came roaring through her
with breakneck speed, demolishing all her conscious thoughts, and overpowering
all other emotions save that of delirious joy. Lynn had managed to bring Lisa
off without much of any clitoris play this time. This orgasm seemed more like a
hurricane whipping through her loins and sending shivers of delight across her
torso, legs, and even arms.
Luanne snarled at Lisa as the orgasm ebbed “Your pussy is mine bitch!!” Luanne
pulled her face back to glare at Lisa, whose ragged breathing, was beginning to
slow. “You ready for another?”
Lisa’s ire and ecstasy swam together in her mind, baffled by her own seemingly
reckless submission to Luanne’s oral ministrations. But when Luanne’s lips
pinched around a snarl of Lisa’s lush pubic hair and gave a gentle tug, right
where Lisa’s hair was thickest and curliest, just above the apex of her
saturated slit the answer was obvious. “Mmmmmm that was nice. Of course I want
another. I’ll take as many as you can give, and that better be a LOT!”
It turned out to be a LOT too. Luanne slathered Lisa’s cunt repeatedly with her
mouth, drenching Lisa with 3 more orgasms in the next half hour. Every time it
was a delicious blast of sexual energy, washing through Lisa with delight. The
lust for orgasm swarmed through Lisa with such vigor that when Luanne came up
panting and fatigued after that last orgasm, Lisa couldn’t bear to let her enemy
pull back now, being FAR from satiated, and intent as ever to use Luanne for her
own pleasure, in whatever way possible.
Luanne felt a small flutter of fatigue. Without wanting it and without
accounting for the energy needed to chow pussy without halt, she had tired. Her
tongue was wearing out from all the delicate work of pleasuring Lisa’s clit and
slew-hole and lips. Her lips were beginning to tire as well, and the lengthening
duration of Lisa’s insistent hip-bucking orgasms was beginning to take a bit of
a toll on Luanne’s optimism. “This bitch sure can keep it up.” Luanne shook her
head to try to smother the thought. She was mad at herself for letting that
thought creep inside her head.
To be continued