POTLUCK PIES: Kathy vs Evelyn
by HG Hunt
Chapter 12
Sure of her victory and the brief
humiliation she had apparently inflicted on her rival, Kathy
wanted more. She wanted even more finality on her victory to
be given an obvious stamp of decisiveness, especially for
Evelyn to be firmly forced to admit her loss.
As Evelyn lay prone in the middle of her living room carpet
Kathy got up poured herself another glass of wine, that she
pilfered from Evelyn’s stash, and sat staring at her
out-of-it defeated rival. The satisfaction she felt made her
smile to herself, even though there was no one there to see
it. Her own muscles were glad to have relief from the
intense effort she had given her battle. She had lost track
of time, but she knew it was indeed the most strenuous
sexual encounter she’d had to date. Relief!
Evelyn was breathing heavily as her body recovered, her
slumbering body in early stages of recuperation. Kathy
watched for signs that Evelyn would stir and pull out of her
sleepy lethargy and it took longer than she would have liked
but it was only five or ten minutes. A sly grin shown on
Kathy’s face as she then walked slowly over to stand over
Evelyn’s deliciously disheveled body. She let some spittle
of wine/saliva drizzle from her lips across Evelyn’s
breasts, leaving small rivulets running down from them to
the floor. Evelyn knew she’d had a few moments of shut-eye
to recover and felt an immense satiety of her sexual desires
and she also knew that it had been Kathy who had come out on
top in their battle. It made her more sad than angry at the
moment because of the profound satisfaction of her libido.
But she was surprised to watch Kathy now make another demand
of her. Speaking in a stern voice, full of menace (and
promise too?) she was told to roll over on her tummy, a
request she felt compelled to comply with. Kathy did not
attack her physically, but her motives became clearer when
Kathy sat down on the floor wit h her legs opening wide
right in front of Evelyn’s face. Kathy’s pussy had lost some
of it glistening moistness over the previous intervening
minutes, but a few drops of dewy stickiness remained
plastered to some of her thick dark hairs and her labia that
were still peeled partly apart. What came next was the real
surprise. Kathy had carried the pie plate with the last
piece of pie and she now removed the pie from its plate and
carefully laid her special apple pie piece right over her
hairy bush. It was a beautiful sight.
“Relish that girl,” Kathy intoned for Evelyn to hear. “Eat
it! Eat all of it. Eat it good. Eat it long. Savor every
drop!”
Their eyes met and it was clear that Evelyn was not going to
be able to abstain from Kathy’s command. She inched forward
to reach that sweet pie. Knowing full well that Kathy’s
demand was not solely devoted to the baking selection she
was now almost eager to comply. Her mouth went to work, no
hands, a nibble of pie and tongue darting down below to
twirl a few pubic hairs. Back and forth she went, her nose
getting sticky with the sugary fruit pie and her chin and
lips eating what turned out to be a welcome dose of
sustenance as well. Kathy lay back and absorbed the feelings
that Evelyn’s mouth, nose, and tongue were delivering to her
lower parts. Flecks of pie crust and filling occasionally
slid downward into Kathy’s vagina folds but Evelyn was adept
at finding them and cleaning them up and she did so with
gusto, as much as her state of energy allowed, anyway. Deep
went her tongue. Her lips and teeth nibbled around the
edges. The pie eventually faded into her stomach and yet the
eating continued. Evelyn was now devoted to serving her
victress the resolution she desired and deserved. Kathy was
eating it up too, figuratively of course. With every morsel
of dessert now gone Evelyn made Kathy’s cunt her new
“dessert.” Deep thrusting tongue. Liquid female juices
flowing anew. Clit re-hardening into a natural focus of oral
attention. Evelyn ate and ate as Kathy writhed and writhed
in ecstatic arousal, inching slowly and inexorably towards
another orgasm.
Evelyn was not teasing, but the prolonged episode was all
that Kathy could ever have imagined. Reaching a peak? No,
almost. Soaring higher like a rocket, but not exploding in
fireworks, things seemed to stop time and Kathy hung there
in her most delicious limbo of arousal/lust she’d ever felt.
Her body would not last forever and but did not betray her.
A few more minutes of this and it came. She came, and came,
and came. Was it just one or a series? Did it matter? Kathy
just knew it seemed to last forever, like a tide along the
ocean shore, rising and falling over and over without end,
just compressed into a human time scale. Her orgasm wracked
her body in super powerful spasms that reflected the
built-up lust and also the relief she felt in forcing her
rival to succumb completely to her power and will.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
She reached forward, even as she knew she’d blown every cell
of orgiastic bliss her body could handle all to smithereens,
she pulled Evelyn’s face deep into her pussy, smothering her
nose in her inner folds and said, “That is a real pussy
bitch! Taste it, savor it. Lick it. Worship it. You’re mine
now.”
Pausing briefly, she relinquished her hold on Evelyn’s hair
and pulled back slightly. “I’m going now.” She got up,
dressed as Evelyn lay on the floor, sated and still
recovering from her loss and the stimulation. Tell me now,
“Who has the best pie in this neighborhood?”
“You do. You do.” Evelyn responded as Kathy exited into the
cool of the evening.
The end