LISA vs LUANNE - CHAPTER 13
By HGHunt
“You’ve already shown me you’re a damn good fuck, you
ugly slut. This feels really good! Come on! Keep your slimy cunt grinding back
at me. You know your pussy wants me bad. You better be ready ‘cause I’m just
gonna keep on coming.” Lisa wiggled vigorously and Luanne wiggled right back as
she sarcastically responded, “Ya, ya ya. You talk a lot of shit for a woman who
barely knows what fucking really is. You may think you’ve seen me fuck well
before, but you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”
Luanne’s breasts heaved and bounced while she arranged her pussy as best she
could to try to open wider than Lisa and inhale her thick meaty lips and bulging
clit inwards. Her yoga classes were coming in handy as she splayed her legs
wider and wider peeling her labia further and further apart, testing their
stretchy limit and encountering persistent resistance from Lisa’s pink labia,
which were also expanding their reach. The two women snarled at each other, deep
guttural nasty vocalizations that belonged deep in a jaguar jungle more than in
a fancy hotel room. Luanne recognized how wide Lisa was open, feeling the
succulent inner lining of her depths swarming over her own slick chasm. Wider
and wider she stretched, more and more of Lisa’s pussy fabric meshed with her
own. The number of square inches of shared flesh contact within the confines of
their outer labia escalated and escalated until there was no more available.
Their wickedly wide holes each pulsed with power, driven by the feminine desire
to engulf her foe. Silky smooth, wet with sticky juices, engorged to extreme
pinkness, their most delicate tissues battled for female supremacy.
The comfortable positions they’d prepared on the bed allowed them laser-focus on
the conjunction between their legs. Lisa was almost awed by how far Luanne
opened her cunt and legs, but with the view from her eyes, she keenly assessed
the way her brown bush battled Luanne’s blonde field of pubic hair in the
perimeter of the battle, confident that her forest of delight was at least
holding its own against the Viking horde. That gave her power to open her own
legs even wider; gasping at the deliciousness of her outer labia mating with
Luanne and at the same time relishing the slick eroticism of her inner labia
tangling in battle with Luanne’s much engorged flaps. Her inner kegel muscles
went to work, as if her cunt were a lamprey eel, intent on grasping Luanne’s
cunt wholly insider her own and then swallowing her to the depths. Back and
forth went the duel. First Lisa would seem wider and about to gobble Luanne, and
then Luanne would find the optimum stretch and nearly suck Lisa down her
pussy-gullet. The battle raged on and on, with each woman gloriously satisfied
at the erotic ecstasy and the power of their own pussy in the face of such an
enemy.
Their eyes met. The stare and glare of hatred made the air molecules between
their eyes give off sparks from the intensity, elevating even more their mutual
enmity, even as their cunts swarmed in warm juices and pulsed with pleasure. The
twisting and turning, with all the elegant friction, labia slapping labia, hairs
snared together, clits dancing in and out of holes and bumping each other, inner
thighs grating in anger, all came together to constrict their thoughts in a loop
of pleasure/hate. The outside world might have ended and they wouldn’t have
known. It was as if supremacy of the universe was at stake to these two. The
leverage each produced, the glandular productions, and the perfectly formed
genitals all conspired to seek release. Lisa’s eyes opened wide. Her pussy was
swarming with warmth of impending explosion. The heat conducted itself through
to Luanne, arousing her to a new height.
Wham! The jolt of release surged through them both. Orgasms of individuals are
inspirations. Orgasms in unity are ethereal bliss. The feelings of release swept
through them both; sexual frustration shattered, pent-up energy drained away,
feelings for their partner confirmed, which in this case meant a lot of things.
For Luanne it meant affirmation of the power of her sexual organs, beautiful to
look at, succulent to taste, and grindingly efficient at exploiting Lisa’s lust.
Shared with that affirmation came also a sense of fulfillment; a sort of deep
contentment with the way her body responded to Lisa, ratcheting up its arousal
in ever so delicious tiny increments, allowing her to savor every nuance of
Lisa’s body, especially her wickedly erotic pussy. When their lips and clits
met, it was so fucking heavenly, she dreamily mused, she could just died right
there and been as ultimately fulfilled as Nature would allow.
For Lisa, the racing orgasm, full of explosive ripples surging through her
neurosensory tissues, blasting past former limits of pleasure also came a huge
affirmation of her own sexual power, and with it a spirit of lust that even as
her orgasm waned, penetrated her brain with such an overpowering desire for
more, more, and even more, that the fatigue of her body washed away in the surf
of arousal all the more powerful.
Here was the divergence.
“God dammit woman, that was so good! Your pussy is one great fuck, you know
that.” Lisa blurted out between gasping breaths. “Let’s do it again!” she panted
even as her hips began to slowly roll about, seeking that delicious friction
between pussy lips that so enthralled her. Luanne, still on the downslide of her
orgasm, felt the sensitivity of her cunt recoil at the thrusting touch. Her
fulfillment in sex with Lisa had reached such a pinnacle that she couldn’t
physically recoil at the touch, but in her mind, there was a disappearance of
the vigorous enmity that had so colorfully motivated this entire encounter. All
she wanted was Lisa; in every way possible! “My body is yours,” she managed to
deliver the few words that punctuated her feelings for Lisa with an abrupt
departure.
“You better believe it you little whore!” Lisa growled as her hips thrust toward
Luanne, her wet sticky cunt perfectly adept at targeting Luanne’s pussy. Luanne
managed a few retaliatory grinds, but her energy was depleted, her enmity was
gone, her fulfillment now sought a new release, that of acquiescence to Lisa’s
heavenly charms. Compliant as could be, Luanne opened her legs wide again so
that Lisa could mount her from above, her dark pussy fur, twisting and turning
against Luanne’s sticky cunt. But Luanne’s moisture production was waning,
having spent so much of its reservoir on the build-up that only tiny amounts of
fem-juice came to this cunt-party. So it was all up to Lisa to provide the
slippery lubrication to keep their cunts from rubbing raw. She was up to the
task and in only a few minutes Lisa was humping down on Luanne so hard and fast
that she came again, this time putting Luanne in a bear hug so tight that Luanne
gasped for air.
As soon as Lisa swooned back down from the orgiastic high, her tits plastered
against Luanne’s big D’s, the resurgence of lust for more rebounded again.
“I’m done.” Short sweet sounds; Luanne pronounced in a little whisper into
Lisa’s ear. “You win. I can’t go on.”
“Oh yes you can you cunt-bitch!” Lisa was having none of that. It wasn’t even
apparent that Lisa understood Luanne’s capitulation; her lust for more was so
high that she ONLY wanted more sexual release and Luanne was damn well going to
provide it. Shaking her ass back and forth brought a little whimper from Luanne.
Her eyes were closed when Lisa propped herself up with her arms to look in
Luanne’s face. Finally sensing the transformation beneath her a giant grin grew
across her face; at first a grin of joy, but soon a sheen of mischievousness
crept into her countenance and the grin took on a devilish look. Luanne’s eyes
cracked open just a slit, allowing her to see the transformation going on above
her.
A few more humping twirls of her groin against Luanne’s rapidly shriveling pussy
lips prompted Lisa to seek another outlet for her lust. Hopping up onto Luanne’s
chest, Lisa positioned her crotch above Luanne’s boobs. She reached down and
with her deft fingers peeled her labia apart so that she could engulf Luanne’s
right nipple inside her groovy slit. A few little hops to punctuate her
superiority and then the grinding began. Slowly at first, and then accelerating,
Lisa used Luanne’s soft tit and hard nipple as a fuck-toy. She slid back and
forth between tits, sharing her pussy juice and lathering Luanne’s D-size
breasts with her nectar. “Ooh, Ooooh, Ooooh. Push your tits in me. Make me cum
again. Make me feel goooooood.” Luanne was silent, but by now her eyes were open
and glazing over with a sort of resignation of her fate. She hadn’t physically
exhausted her body yet, but emotionally the desire for dominance that so
motivated her to accept Lisa’s challenge, had completely transformed into
subservience; and it didn’t even seem incongruous to her. It seemed real and
natural. Her body’s muscles, nerves, and bones all still worked, but they were
now acting as servants of a different master. Instead of seeking to control and
dominate Lisa, they were awash with movements designed to please her. Small
staccato “Ooohs, aaahs, and mmmmms” were interspersed with soft comments like
“OK”, “This way?”, “Good,” and other little soothing remarks; all addressing
Lisa in a very subservient and congenial way.
Lisa just ground away; her pussy opening and shuttering over Luanne’s hefty
smooth tits, feeling her hard nipple bend and twirl against her clitoris. Lisa
again felt the flow of energy rise in her loins. Her clit hardened another
degree and she attacked Luanne’s big right nipple with a wicked glee, sending
another orgasm flooding through her veins. “Oh yes! Oh yes! Oh my God yes! Fuck
my pretty pussy you whore! Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
Myyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood!” Her
wailing cry of ecstasy didn’t wake the neighbors, but it sent shivers of joy
through Luanne, who realized that even in her submission, she was very capable
of giving pleasure to the one that mattered most to her.
Lisa fell off to the side of Luanne on the bed as her surging explosion withered
away. Even she needed a rest. She lay at Luanne’s side for a moment, the two of
them sharing the bed, each on their backs looking up, silent except for their
mutually heavy breathing; landscapes of beauty that would do any nude
photographer proud. Looking at them no one would have guessed at this moment
what had transpired, but in their minds, each knew the opposite ends of the
spectrum from the outcome of their match. For fully five minutes the two lay
there in an awkward silence, the recognition of what had happened sinking in to
their more thoroughly alert cognizance, the flush of competitive hormones
subsiding a bit.
“I love fucking you,” the soft voice from Luanne, with its bitterness gone, and
sweetness prevailing, jolted Lisa back to reality. As much as she wanted to let
her body rest, she still felt the compelling pull of gravity towards punctuating
her control over Luanne, lest the intuition she felt about Luanne’s acceptance
was wrong. Her competitiveness was NOT gone. She still wanted to PROVE herself
the better woman and better lover.
“Tell me I’m the better woman!” Lisa demanded in a voice that now didn’t sound
as arrogant as before, but still carried an air of authority.
Luanne rolled her head towards Lisa, their faces nearly touching. She nodded.
“No, you’ve got to say it. Tell me out loud that I’m the better woman and the
better lover and that you’ll never mess with me again.”
Luanne grinned at her and swooned out this answer, “Will two out of three be
good enough? You, Lisa are the better woman and the better lover. But I won’t
swear never to mess with you again.”
Lisa rose up on one elbow, trying in her depleted energy way, to assert
dominance again. “What do you mean?”
“Well, I’ve NEVER had so much fun. I think we should fuck like this every week,
or better yet, every day! My pussy wants you so bad. I’d do anything to try this
again.”
The sly grin returned.
“Well, little girl, we’ll just have to see about THAT!” The gears were turning
in Lisa’s mind. Would she be able to turn this to her advantage? Would Luanne
become a long-term playmate or lover? Would this change the dynamics of her
marriage? Would it be possible to coordinate such liaisons into her schedule?
Would her body take the punishment such encounters demanded? The one thing that
didn’t enter her mind as a question was whether or not SHE wanted this kind of
hook up again. It never even occurred to her that such an encounter wouldn’t be
fun or desirable. The ecstasy and pleasure she was enjoying was too great. The
fulfillment of her desire to overpower Luanne was so stupendous, that she only
focused on the logistical aspects of such a turn of events, and not the
desirability of it. What her mind settled on, all this thought taking place in a
matter of a few seconds, was that if Luanne was serious, then the relationship
still needed to be solidified. She felt Luanne’s acquiescence beside her, but it
wasn’t yet enough.
“Roll over little girl.”
Luanne obediently rolled towards the other side of the bed onto her tummy. Lisa
gleefully sat up and immediately began spanking Luanne’s lush backside. Her
round ass took a good handful of slaps, the sound echoing across their darkened
room, Luanne’s little muffled grunts and squeals confirmed for Lisa the
direction things were going. She knew Luanne wasn’t physically spent and she
could have put up some resistance, had she been so inclined. But it wasn’t
happening. She happily let her ass get reddened with a few dozen hot slaps. It
was by no means an S/M session, but this did solidify for both women their new
roles.
Lisa was the queen. Luanne took orders.
To be continued