35 years

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Thirty-Five Years Brings Déjà vu to Reality

By H.G. Hunt

Chapter 16

In seconds the two women had positioned themselves on the blanket; crotches pointed menacingly towards each other. Lips in their full puffy glory from all the delicate 'handling' they'd been subjected to; aligning as they inched together. The previous hours had certainly contained a fair share of excitement, lust, combat, and effort. But now as their glistening pussies loomed large in each other's sights, there was no illusion that the cxnt-battle about to commence was anything but the main reason the two ladies had met today, and the main reason the onlookers and participants alike were nervously expectant about what was to now commence.

Lisa's pussy; ah, what a glorious ornament; her slit had long since parted and her inner lips, full, moist, pink, and shiny were exposed to the air, each tender flap poised to accept and then challenge her rival's cxnt-weapon. The lower region was parted more than her upper flaps, exposing the bright crimson entrance to her inner folds, the love tunnel more than ready to swallow anything that might try to invade the intimate space. If one's gaze were to follow the path of her labia minora upwards from the southern confluence, one would notice their wing-like flaps, parted a bit and splayed outwards to the side, daring an invader to attempt an advance, ready to pounce and pinch any foreign challenger. And as those inner lips worked north towards their upper merging, her clitoris bulged upward and outward like a fist, angry, full of venom, ready to pounce and attack at all times. Her dark hairs stood guard all around the perimeter, like an army of pawns on a chessboard, willing to sacrifice themselves if necessary to protect the castle inside.

The view in the opposite direction inspired a mixture of both awe and arousal. Lisa wasn't intimidated by the sight, but she surely recognized a well-equipped feminine crotch that didn't seem awestruck by the view of her own pussy. Jean's hairy crotch sprouted her own phalanx of soldier-hairs, lighter in color, but equally long and dangerous, ready for both attacking instructions as well as defensive maneuvers. Her outer labia, like Lisa's, were already unglued from each other and open to allow easy access to her waterlogged inner lips. Following those lips skyward one would be impressed with their firmness and symmetry, less wing-like than Lisa's, so not as extended, but instead, appearing almost muscular, like taut ropes ready to snag any enemy that dared encounter them. At her upper labia nexus a bulging clit pulsed visibly with energy. The shape of her clit was like that of an elongated circle, ovoid, half an inch above the surrounding tissue, reminiscent of the peen of a hammer, ready to smash any measly challenger to its domain.

And with that, the two women and their most precious genitals came together in the most intimate encounter yet. The sound of soupy tissues wetly colliding reached everyone's ears. The electric shock of their sensitive organs embracing sent wave after wave of shivers through both women. Jean let out gasp after gasp and Lisa couldn't help but grunt her deepest throaty "Uuhhh! Uuhhh! Oohh!"

Lisa had to close her eyes as the sensation of discovering Jean's protruding lips and clit overwhelmed her tactile senses so much that any visual stimulation would have overloaded her circuits, possibly even busting a breaker. She managed to survive the first shuddering seconds, her cxnt jerking in spastic movement, no rhythm present, learning the rubbery texture of her enemy, pressed so firmly into her pussy.

Hardly aware of Lisa's reaction, Jean, for the first time in over 35 years, rewarded herself with the ecstasy of pussy-sharing bliss in much the same manner as Lisa. Jean's gasps required deep staccato breaths, her tits rising and falling 25 times in just a few seconds as the royal sensations surged and surged from deep in her groin towards every perimeter part of her body. She might have passed out from the pleasure, had it not been for the automatic jolts of oxygen provided by her gasps. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her lids, like Lisa's, closed by no conscious intent. The soaring sensations exceeded any physical joy she had ever experienced, leaps and bounds ahead of even her first encounter so many years ago in that tiny dorm room. But it wasn't an orgasm. It was more of a blissful indoctrination into that realm of unfulfilled lesbian lust. That lust had remained dormant for so many years, with the exception of the shared fantasies she and Brent occasionally replayed. But this, THIS, was magnitudes in excess of those verbal fantasies. It was real, close, personal, heavenly, and at the same time full of anger, menacing, and supremely motivational. It would have been hard for the thoughts that flooded her brain to have words associated. The thrill of that first contact sent her hips rocking involuntarily. Initially that rocking and thrusting motion was a response to the autonomous nervous system seeking reconciliation with its desire for sexual fulfillment, but as the initial overpowering sensations subsided a bit, the clarity of thought began to return to Jean's mind, and the purpose of their meeting this warm summer day returned in focus.

"Now you know what a REAL woman's pussy feels like!" Jean spouted her first challenge of the post-pussy-lock era. She tried to make it sound threatening, but her ragged breathing and tentative delivery gave away the pounding excitement coursing through her veins.

"I feel it now and I've been feeling it for my whole life, bitch. You're the one who needs to learn the lessons from MY queen pussy!"

Back and forth the banter continued as their hips responded to the intimate interaction with purposeful grinding and twisting. The delicious confluence of their juicy pussies promoted an even greater assertion of their gushy lubricating productive capabilities. Wet slimy goo surged from Jean's inner folds, to be met head on by an onrushing torrent of vagina-liquid courtesy of Lisa's almost Niagara-like flow. The two competing lubricious rivers smashed together at the lippy conjunction of their cxnts. It was the twat-juice equivalent of the Nile smashing headlong into the Amazon. The overflow ran down their legs, between their ass cheeks, and pooled on the blanket beneath them, soaking through to the beach sand underneath, and creating a puddle in the blanket nearly eighteen inches across. Such hormonal-rich response to the sexy stimulation must have been a record for women past menopause. Neither lacked a milliliter of juice as even their cxnt-warming fluids competed. The slippery surfaces could glide and slide against each other with the ease of a sharp axe plowing downward through a bucket of melted butter.

As their pussies made "acquaintance" the raw emotion of their purpose re-established itself in their thoughts. Lisa's tactile nerves were on high alert and sending messages of pleasure swelling through her system, but her enmity for Jean and everything about her managed to rekindle itself after a few moments of lost focus. She felt that surge of adrenaline and motivation telling her to fuck the living shit out of Jean and make her scream her orgasmic surrender. While the hip gyrations and thrusts were more instinctual than plotted out like a blueprint, there was nevertheless a clearly driven method to her actions. Aware only that Jean was a woman like herself she presumed her arousal responses must mimic her own and she fucked accordingly. As she twisted from side to side she felt her inner lips push and pull against Jean's firm cxnt-outline. Lisa's flaps worked themselves between Jean's lips and with a careful slithering staccato rhythm peeled those minora outwards, opening up that delicious avenue where that river flowed towards her own plush orifice. With Jean's lips stretched wide Lisa twisted her lower torso at a slight angle and pasted her own splayed opening up against Jean's pink cxnt-hole. The delicious sensation of her inner cxnt walls plastering themselves around Jean's folded innards made her feel as though she were swallowing Jean's cxnt inside her, as a Venus fly trap ensnares its prey. "Fucking Awesome!" Lisa thought to herself.

With her cxnt-hole plastered tightly against Lisa's counterpart, Jean gritted her teeth and wiggled her crotch in anger, bent on pleasuring Lisa's cunnie with every soft fold she possessed. Wiggle and thrust, wiggle and thrust, wiggle and thrust; her gyrations were out of rhythm with Lisa's staccato humps. There was no synchronization of their movements. Clearly at the moment there was a competition to try to create the wickedly pleasurable sensations in their foe that would force her to accommodate the rhythm each was trying to establish. This went on for several minutes; grinding, splaying wider open, lips tangling, peripheral hairs snagging each other once again and yanking against the differently-shaded enemy hair. The hairs that snuggled up against labia and perineum had not been involved in their earlier twisted pubic hair encounter, but now they were intimately involved with the war that waged between their legs. Jean rejoiced every time she felt her hairs wrestle with Lisa's dark fur, each yank that produced a pin-prick of pain she knew was causing similar sensations in the sensitive tissues surrounding Lisa's pussy. Each little shared jab of pain was just a further acknowledgement of the shared sensations and the duality of their pussyfight. Jean felt all those tugs but her focus was on the battle between her cxnt-hole and Lisa's wide open maw. She felt Lisa's flaps snake outward beyond her own lips and try as she might she couldn't get her inner lips to encircle Lisa's distended labia. As much as she would have liked to swallow Lisa's cxnt deep inside, she was forced to try a different tactic.

With no mutual rhythm established, the antagonistic movement of Jean's downward bending torso was apparent to Lisa. She felt the upper regions of Jean's slit twist inside her widely splayed pussy, to be shortly followed by Jean's hefty engorged clit punctuate its presence with a deep hump and bump. Now, for the first time, the two hot women engaged in a little mutually acceptable rhythmic pumping. Jean pressed her clit in and out of Lisa's hot hole, and Lisa used her lips to twist side-to-side, pressing inward on Jean's sloppy turgid tool. The wetness of their encounter was not subsiding at all and the slippery fucking Jean gave Lisa sounded like boots getting yanked out of muddy ground. The slurp, slurp, slurp of each brief disengagement echoed across the cove, to be followed by the grunts and moans of both women as their cxnts meshed in close battle.

With Jean's clit fucking firmly into Lisa's lower slit, the two women attached quite opposite interpretations of the same events. Lisa felt like she was absorbing the essence of Jean deep inside her as any woman would accept a man's cock, giving her a feeling of power over Jean. But Jean's mind ran counter to that and she felt like her clit was an invading army, pummeling deep into enemy territory, flushing out enemy patrols with every thrust. So even though one woman was "getting fucked" and the other was doing the "fucking" neither felt anything but the most confident about the actions.

In fact, Lisa even adjusted her legs wider apart, opening up her avenue even more for Jean to ram her bulging clit inside her opening. Jean shifted upward as Lisa's legs came apart and with a caustic remark, "Good girl, open your pussy wide so I can fuck you silly!" she raised up into a seated position astride Lisa's crotch. She immediately let the added power of gravity provide extra oomph in her downward thrusts. Her hard clit and wet lips began pummeling Lisa's cxnt with wicked thrusts and slithering penetrations. The feeling of power swelled in her head as she relished the dominant position. "Take that bitch!" Jean planted her bulging clit right at the base of Lisa's equally tumid joystick-clit. She snarled and bared her teeth at Lisa as she angled her clitty at her enemy's counterpart. The wet gooey appendages sizzled with erotic pleasure as they tangled in between their tightly pressed cxnt lips and furry mounds. Jean grunted as she attempted to punish Lisa and turn Lisa's clit concave with her own (in her mind) dominant clit. Truth be told, there was very little difference in size, firmness, or rambunctious behavior between their clits. Lisa maintained a powerful thrusting and wiggling action, even from her position beneath Jean's hips.

"Fuck you, you slimy slut!" Lisa growled back, "I feel your clit, but your little girly toy is in the wrong league if it thinks it can handle my tool!"

For a minute or so the two women wickedly rammed their clits together, each intent on punishing her rival's most intimate feminine ornament. Jean adored this moment; her lascivious nature usually in the background of her personality was at this moment the defining aspect of who she was. The arousal she felt was incomparable. Nothing in her past, even that long ago interlude with the same woman, then a teenager, remotely compared to the lustful focus boiling inside her. Her intense encounters with her husband were now most definitely relegated to the back seat of her sexual journey. On top of that she was winning! Lisa's face contorted a bit with some of their clit-banging encounters and she recognized the staggered breathing of a woman whose arousal was climbing towards that oh-so-pleasurable point-of-no-return. She almost smelled the victory.
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Thirty-Five Years Brings Déjà vu to Reality

By H.G. Hunt

Chapter 17

Sometimes that wonderful ethereal sense of well-being and joy seems to last forever, when its true duration is really just moments, a fleeting glimpse of that almost spiritual transcendence few are fortunate enough to obtain. Jean was enraptured in that feeling at this moment. But that was all it was; a moment, a glorious moment to be sure, a couple of minutes in real time. Lisa's psyche, unbothered by Jean's top down thrusting and clit-jousting antics was not unaware of her own ascending arousal, but she retained a semblance of control of her chemical and neurological responses, the vino notwithstanding, as well as a supply of energy with which to counterattack. She did.

Their gyrations and movements around the cove, atop the blankets covering the pure sandy beach, had taken them near the northern edge, quite close to where Lisa had tossed the bottle of wine a short time earlier. She took the opportunity she had been scheming towards since just before they clinched up. She recognized the focus Jean maintained on her pussy grinding and with a firm gathering of muscular resources she discharged Jean from her top position with a quick shove. Jean fell backwards at an angle, momentarily stunned and confused, her pussy continued to grind the emptiness of the summer air as if on autopilot, even as Lisa's pussy was a few feet away. Lisa reached off to her side about a foot and her hand gathered in the wine bottle that she'd tossed aside earlier.

As quickly as a jungle cat might attack its prey, Lisa twisted around and immediately a new element had joined the fight. The bottle, in Lisa's deft fingers, took keen aim at Jean's pink lips, and finding them parted in moist readiness, slid several inches inward with the utmost ease. "Oh, FUCK!" Jean gushed with an expiring breath. Her moment of elation was gone and the stark reality that this fight was still being contested re-formed in her consciousness. "Feels good, doesn't it whore?" Lisa purred her arousal-intending words close to Jean's ear. Her hand cleverly spun the bottle in arcs, pivoting the inner narrow end in pressure-circles several inches inside Jean's accommodating pussy. Three or four spins of the bottle later Jean let out her "Ooohs," and "Aaaahs," confirming for all the pleasure she received from the impalement. Now it was Lisa's turn to feel the euphoria associated with her power and control, even as her own lust-crazed libido was able to regroup on the down slope. Jamming the long smooth glass bottle further and further into Jean's cxnt gave Lisa an exquisite sense of jurisdiction over her rival's responses. Lisa's own cxnt remained juicy and tingling as she made Jean squirm with pleasure with the wine bottle gently, but menacingly, being forced deeper and deeper inside her well-stretched cxnt. The shoulder of the bottle pressed her lips wider and wider apart as the tip approached the deepest recesses of her cxnt.

"Mmmmmmmm. Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooouuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu." Jean's lips revealed how perfectly pleasurable and joyous she felt as the object spread her lips further and further while pushing deeper and deeper into her inner sanctum. The pain of stretching and impalement was infused with pleasure and she felt her hips arch upward towards the sky, her knees splayed wide sideways, allowing all to see the smooth glassy insertion and how much of the bottle she was swallowing with her glistening cxnt-lips, now being pulled inward with the friction from the dark green bottle. Seven inches turned to eight, eight to nine, nine to ten, and the wide shoulder of the bottle was now fully inside Jean's accepting cxnt. Lisa wiggled the bottle gently so as not to rip Jean's innards apart, and feeling some resistance, slowly pushed deeper the weapon she relied on to push Jean over the edge. Eleven inches; she felt firmer resistance from the depths of Jean's cxnt and she now proceeded to fuck her, first slowly, then faster and faster. She used short staccato strokes, keeping the wide shoulder of the bottle inside Jean's squirming body with every stroke. Ten strokes, twenty, thirty... then a hundred and Jean rocked her hips against every single stroke. "Oooooooo.. I Loooooooooooove that." The rhythm was perfect. Lisa, it seemed, had found Jean's weak spot. The sunlight reflected off the slickly lubricated bottle with each out-stroke. The bottle plundered Jean's cxnt to marginally deeper depths with nearly every thrust. Lisa now only had the bottom three inches of bottle to hold onto as Jean took another inch. The label on the bottle disappeared inside Jean's distended pussy, stretched magnificently by the alcohol vessel turned dildo. Lisa didn't say anything, but let a sly smile creep across her face, alerting the small crowd to her revived fortunes. Surely Jean would be sent into orgasmic bliss at any moment.

Jean begged her "Fuck me. Yes! Fuck me more, more, more. Oh God! Fuck me with that thing." Jean really loved to fuck and the erotic thrusting and acceptance of that big cock-like phallic bottle in front of all these people and under Lisa's obvious growing confidence was just perfect. She really did love the feeling. It was delicious and made her feel most feminine to have that toy sliding so deeply in and out of her pussy. The fact that she was still in a contest had not eluded her but she determined that as pleasurable as the fucking was, she needed to turn the tables on Lisa. Lisa was very preoccupied with the squirming and ramming of the bottle and, even though her left hand tweaked Jean's nipples from time to time while her right did the heavy work with the bottle, she was not prepared for the offensive to be taken back by Jean; that is until Jean made her move.

Lisa, like Jean, was sweating from both the exertions and the warm July weather, but also from the effects of the wine that she had consumed. She reached to her forehead to wipe away the beading and at that moment Jean grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto her back beside her. Lisa's fingers slipped off the bottle and it came squirting out of Jean onto the blanket. Jean rolled atop the reclining Lisa.

"Would you like to get fucked now?" It was a rhetorical question, and Jean didn't plan on giving Lisa a choice, but it wasn't with a bottle that Jean intended to fuck her. Lisa's head spun at the turn of events. She tried to push Jean off, but with the combination of long exertions, the impact of the wine, and Jean's 20-pound weight advantage, Jean would not budge. Lisa's legs were apart and Jean reached back and with her arms looped under her knees pulled them up high towards her shoulders. She looped them over her shoulders and with all her weight pressing down Lisa could not muster the strength to unseat Jean. In Lisa's mind, for the second or third time she harbored a moment of doubt. How hard she really tried to unseat Jean was a question she'd have to answer for herself. In any case, Jean found Lisa's pussy perfectly placed to receive a good fucking. Jean's tits hung down and slapped Lisa's gravity-compressed breasts with every gyration. Jean slid her furry pussy downward across Lisa's puffy lips, feeling her course hair re-encounter Lisa's dark fur and wet cxnt. The saturated pubes of the two women were so slick with juice now that they did not snarl and entangle as before, but instead just matted down and added a layer of bristly friction to their conjoined pussies.

Up and back, up and back, up and back; Jean rocked her hips to force her upper pussy region between Lisa's lips. Their clits made re-acquaintance; similar to Jean's position before the bottle interlude. Jean pushed her heavy hips down hard into Lisa. Both women were aroused. Lisa had felt her arousal slowly ebb while she pummeled Jean's cxnt with the bottle, but it was now heading back in the other direction; spiraling upward. Lisa ached to reverse the situation, but she also felt the ache of unproductive sexual release. The ache meant that her desire for release was now competing equally with her desire to overwhelm Jean. She tried to push that ache into the background, but just as she tried, Jean's wet firm clit banged into her own and the electric trigger set off a jolt of pleasure radiating through her.

Jean couldn't know what Lisa was thinking right now but she knew that there needed to be resolution and she was prepared to bring it to that point right now, even if it meant her own erotic discharge would be precipitated before Lisa's. She used her hips to screw downward, forcing her clit to push circular paths all around Lisa's wiggling pussy, focusing 90% of the time and motion on Lisa's clitoris. The wet confluence of their sexual organs sent shockwaves of pleasure spurting through them both. Lisa shuddered at the escalating pleasure, hating and loving it at the same time. She tried to push Jean off, but again, due to her diminished muscular strength, and her increasing focus on release, she didn't manage to succeed. Jean recognized the effort, and wordlessly, responded. She stared down into Lisa's eyes. Their gazes met. Jean's smile met Lisa's smile. A moment of déjà vu hit them both. The two humping wildcats were near the point of no return. They were at exactly the same point in their battle that had been interrupted by Wanda so many years ago. This time there was no Wanda. No one was going to break the spell. The difference this time was that Jean was atop Lisa, not the other way around. It was only up to them who would fall victim and who would conquer. The recognition hit them both and their hips responded. They began humping each other like furies. Lisa couldn't get Jean off of her but she could furiously grind and jam her pussy at Jean, aching and willing hard to make Jean cum.

The sounds of smacking bodies resounded across the cove. The odor of their juices that had been present all along grew exponentially. The total center of their beings belonged in their sexual organs. Their pussies humped and banged and ground into each other. Lisa pushed her clit at Jean every time she felt the confluence of their now maximally engorged love-horns. Jean's top position gave her more of a sense of control than Lisa felt. She pounded down, down, down, down into Lisa. She felt her arousal surge, but when she watched Lisa take three successive sucking breaths, between "ooo, ooo, oooo's" she knew Lisa was close to the edge.

She answered her own question of 5 minutes earlier, "You DO want to get fucked now don't you! That 'a girl. Lisa likes Jean to fuck her." She spoke of herself in the third person. "Come on girl, come for Mama. Come for me. Come for me."

Lisa heard, but she didn't. It wouldn't have mattered. She had reached the precipice, the edge. She had no choice. Lisa fucked back at Jean for sure. But it was Lisa who now knew she was really the one GETTING FUCKED. And it was soooooooooooooooo delicious. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God! I'm coming. I'm coming. I'm coming. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa." The shouts peeled across the cove. Lisa's shuddering and spasms gave unchallengeable evidence that her orgasm had exploded through her body. The two women madly humped each other. Jean gritting her teeth as she forced as much effort as her body could muster to ensure that Lisa's orgasm was as ferocious as possible and also to convince her that it was SHE, JEAN who had forced that orgasm from her rival. Lisa's shivering orgasm stretched from seconds to a minute and she still thrust her pussy against Jean's pounding clit. She felt Jean's hard acorn pummeling her clit with pleasure that felt like a series of tsunamis washing over her, around her, and through her. Her knees went weak. They no longer pushed against Jean's shoulders, but relaxed back, acknowledging with her body language the submission to Jean's sexuality that was now apparent to all.

They remained linked at their pussies for three or four more minutes. Jean let Lisa's knees slide outward and back to the ground. Jean lay atop Lisa, their skin tingling with mutual pleasure; Lisa's pleasure from the satiated fulfillment from her volcanic orgasm; and Jean's from the sense of power and victory she had earned from the sexy woman beneath her. Her own arousal was not gone, but in this moment her orgiastic threshold had not been crossed and she felt that threshold ebbing slowly from the "almost there" status that she had felt just as Lisa crossed it.

Jean stared at Lisa. Their eyes met again. The thoughts that they shared right now flowed like two streams between their beautiful eyes. Jean bent down and kissed Lisa, passionately. Her arms snaked around the back of Lisa's neck and Lisa's reciprocated. Their mouths and tongues danced together in a sort-of thank you waltz. The passion they had shared so eagerly had been consummated in the only way it could; one winner, one loser. But both resolutely affirmed in their decision to make and take the challenge the other so beautifully provided.
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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 cxnt-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 cxnt, 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 cxnt 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 cxnt-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 cxnt 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 cxnt 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 cxnt. The sensation was exquisite as Jean pummeled Mara's cxnt 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 cxnt-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 cxnt.

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 cxnt 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 cxnt-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 cxnt-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 cxnt 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 cxnt. 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 cxnt, 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 cxnt. 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 cxnt, 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 cxnt 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.
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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 cxnt 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 cxnt 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 cxnt 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 cxnt 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 cxnt 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 cxnt 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 cxnt 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 cxnt. 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 cxnt 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.
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Thirty-Five Years Brings Déjà vu to Reality

By H.G. Hunt

Chapter 20

Three bodies lay motionless on the sand. Heart rates fell back into the normal zone. Breathing lost its heavy rhythm. Muscles relaxed. Slowly the gravity of their exhaustion hit them; especially Jean and Lisa. Neither had ever expended so much energy in a like amount of time. It had happened only with adrenaline and enmity, lust and hatred, hormones and sparks of pride, humiliating despair and pinnacles of reward. Now they recovered.

Clothes actually found their way back on. Blankets were folded and put away. Containers were recovered and stashed.

A few hushed words were spoken as the clan packed up and began filtering away towards their cars. A few phone numbers had been exchanged, emails shared, cameras stowed, and not surprisingly a few lusty caresses were shared among the nine.

Brent kissed Jean a small peck, "Congratulations my queen."

"Thanks. You never doubted me did you?"

"No. Not really."

Lisa sat up and grabbed a bottle of water, swallowing half in a gulp.

Jean slowly sat up and reached for the bottle with a questioning gesture. Lisa shared. Brent rolled over on his stomach and propped up on his elbows to see the last of the witnesses strolling south along the shore. Only the three of them remained once again.

"Well, this has been quite a reunion, hasn't it?" Lisa asked Jean.

"Yes it has," Jean responded in soft understatement. "You remember the rest of the bargain right?"

"Oh yes. I remember. I am a woman of my word." She paused a moment. "You're the champion I guess, but only for a while."

The clock ticked by another ten minutes as the women recovered and munched the few remaining snacks. They felt their skin begin to burn, having all neglected any sort of sun protection. The visible remnants were likely to be some sunburn, but the real remnants would be in their memories and the pictures stored in Brent's Nikon.

"Did you like the beach?" Jean asked Lisa as they began their own stroll back.

"Perfectly."
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Thirty-Five Years Brings Déjà vu to Reality

By H.G. Hunt

Chapter 21

On the drive back home Brent and Jean jabbered nonstop. The events as they unfolded had released Jean from her decades old bondage and yearning. She felt free. She knew Brent had a fantasy fulfilled like none before. She recognized the threshold that had been crossed regarding their shared sexuality and that there would be no going back to "life as it was" before. Yet even if there were never to be any reoccurrence of similar events, the reward from what had happened today would be with them for the rest of their active sexual lives. The power of her victory, as razor thin as it was, had elevated her understanding of desire, lust, expression, and determination to keenness she'd never comprehended prior.

The hour that it took them to make it home was not enough to relive the entire afternoon, but they tried. Jean answered questions about moments of doubt that were prevalent for much of her contest with Lisa. Jean confirmed that doubt had crept into her mind from time to time, but that she never felt like a crisis was imminent. She also acknowledged how totally involved she was in giving and receiving pleasure with Lisa. Her ancient interlude that had been only a "talking point" in their reminiscences and fantasies had now blossomed into a real-life transcending event. She openly gushed to Brent about how sexy Lisa was and how the hatred she felt for her was all mixed up with the lust she felt. Where one ended and the other began she could not identify.

One of the more intriguing admissions was the fact that not all the events he had witnessed were exactly as they had seemed to be. She allowed that the orgasm that she had earned on top of Lisa, and by extension with Brent, was not her first of the afternoon. "I had an orgasm when I was fucking Bill." She hoped Brent wouldn't be offended, with him knowing that never in their years of marriage had she ever come without some sort of clit play. "And that isn't all. I came when Lisa fucked me with that wine bottle too."

Brent was flabbergasted to say the least. Not offended, just stupefied. He shot her a quizzical look as they cruised down the highway. She smiled at him and tried to explain. She wasn't philosophizing, but simply trying to put into words what had happened.

"Those orgasms were different than any I'd ever had before. They came on more slowly, not like a huge tidal wave, but more like the gentle tide coming in. It was as if I could control it. It felt so good, both times to be impaled like that, in front of everyone including you; first by the bottle and then by Bill's thick hard cock. They were two small moments of vulnerability and they sent me into an almost cerebral orgasm. They both flowed long and lazy through me for nearly a minute before they subsided. I really, really loved them. But I don't think anyone recognized that I was having them. They didn't set off my usual post-orgasmic sensitivity that would have forbid me from continuing. They just sort of washed away. It was great; knowing I was in control like that."

"Wow!" was all Brent could muster in response. He wasn't offended in the least. To him it was almost a relief to find out that there was another layer of arousal that had just been awakened in his wife. He hoped that it would precipitate moments that he could tap into in the future.

The fact that the admission revealed a very different context for Jean's victory over Lisa was not lost on Brent. But he didn't question Jean about that at all. For her part, there was no second guessing the fairness of her victory at all. To her it was purely a matter of control, whether it was the self-control she'd shown herself by hiding her orgasm, or the control both physical and mental she managed over Lisa in portions of the fight.

Jean questioned Brent about his perceptions too. He revealed much, including the aching blue balls he struggled with for over an hour. He revealed in honesty that he had been worried at times that Jean might lose, and he hoped Jean wasn't offended by his thoughts. She was not, but it did re-emphasize for her that those moments of doubt that had crept into her own thinking during the fight were probably apparent to the others as well, and that to an "outsider" it must have seemed as though the outcome could have gone either way. She had sort of blocked out the loss to Lisa in the titfight and it made her recoil a bit when Brent brought it up. He also brought up what he considered as a likely bit of information that to him was the only discernible tidbit that to an objective observer might have tipped the scale in Jean's favor. He had no way of knowing how much Lisa weighed, but he was a good enough judge of women's bodies to recognize that Jean had more body mass and heft than Lisa; how much he knew not, but he wasn't surprised when his wife felt offended when he mentioned it to her.

"What the fuck? You think I only beat her because I weigh more? That's bullshit. I beat her because I beat her. I fucked her over and made her cum with my pussy pounding her pussy. She just isn't the woman I am." She didn't despise Brent over the remark, but she wasted no time in "setting him straight" on the matter.

With the honesty they were sharing, Brent offered his own admission. Describing their final humiliating rendezvous atop Lisa's reclining body; him with his cock buried to the hilt in her pussy and Jean riding roughshod over her face, he sheepishly confided to Jean what a terrific fuck it had been.

"When I was fucking Lisa, it felt like a swarm of little pythons were squeezing my dick. She was so wet and so incredibly tight. It felt like she never wanted my cock to leave. I was in heaven and I didn't want to come at all. I just wanted to fuck her and fuck her and fuck her forever. She was fabulous."

He worried over Jean's response, but felt good that he had gotten that off his chest.

Jean just smiled across the console at him; a far-off look in her eye and not a hint of disapproval. "Well, I guess we're even then. 'Cause you know what. Her tongue gave my pussy the best god-damned licking it's ever had. The perfection of her technique pushed my orgasm to heights I'd never known existed before... No offense Brent."

He laughed out loud. They both had made equally dangerous admissions about their feelings for how Lisa had given them both their most erotic and fulfilling sexual stimulation of their lives. Yet neither was offended by the thought. The strangeness of what had just happened didn't even sink in as they glided down the highway.

Lisa's drive home alone was yin and yang. She groaned over the humiliation of the loss, yet thrilled at the overall experience; recognizing the supreme fulfillment that had consumed her in the moments throughout the fight. She wondered if she'd ever do it again. She wondered what was going through Jean's mind right now. She ached over the disparity between her expectation of showing off her sexual prowess in front of the friends she'd invited and the reality of watching Jean give and receive so much pleasure from the throng. She reminisced about the intensity of feelings she had felt when the couple had mounted her. She remembered almost gagging when the man-juices seeping out of Jean's wet cxnt had wickedly crowded into her throat. She vividly recalled the oxygen depravation and the exhilaration and almost euphoria it had produced. She took a few deep sucking breaths and could instinctively remember the scent, odor, and taste of Jean's slutty cxnt. And yet none of that turned her off. Deep in her gut she even felt jolts of re-emerging horniness. Her breath became ragged. It wasn't texting, but she began using her fingers in a way that prudent drivers would do well to avoid, especially at 70 mph. She managed to keep the car under control, but the ride home produced at least two more orgasms sprung from the surging hormones that just wouldn't die down.
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Thirty-Five Years Brings Déjà vu to Reality

By H.G. Hunt

Chapter 22

The employee entrance to the hospital looked different today. Monday's were usually the worst days of the week for Lisa. But somehow she knew today would be VERY different from any other Monday. Many of the thoughts she'd had over the remainder of the weekend flooded back through her brain. She was second-guessing her decision to drink the wine. In hindsight it seemed like a bad decision. Her taunting of Jean about her refusal to drink the wine seemed like a good thing at the time, but she should have known the loss of inhibitions that comes with alcohol. Maybe, just maybe, she wondered that might have been just the iota of difference that had caused her to lose orgasmic control before Jean. She knew if she ever had it to do over again, things WOULD be different.

But those Monday-morning-quarterback thoughts didn't make the dread of walking into the hospital go away. The contract she had made with Jean last Friday was one she knew, as a woman of honor, that she would have to fulfill. It was her word and it would have been against everything she stood for to leave any obligations unmet.

Jean had a spring in her step as she came to work that same morning. The heat of the summer was unnoticed. It felt more like Easter to her; a new beginning, a re-emergence, the butterfly leaving the cocoon.

At precisely ten o-clock Jean looked up from her desk and smiled. Lisa entered her cubicle with a steaming cup of coffee. She spotted a coaster prominently displayed near Jean's right hand. The coaster had a pretty scene from the lakeshore. "Oh, look what I found at a little gift shop yesterday. Isn't this the most precious coaster you've ever seen?" Jean held it up for Lisa to see. Rubbing it in was not a problem for Jean. She had every intention of making sure Lisa never forgot. Not that she needed to. The compact they had made on Friday assured that.

One month; that was the length of time that the loser was obligated to serve the winner. There were two components. The first was being fulfilled at this moment. Once each morning the loser was obliged to serve a cup of coffee to the winner according her preference. Two teaspoonfuls of cream had been mixed into the coffee, just as Jean preferred. The humiliation Lisa felt was flagrantly rekindled and she knew this was going to be a long month. Too bad she didn't have a vacation planned, she thought.

The other component of the spoils was going to be less public. Clearly others in the hospital might have occasion to notice Lisa's coffee service. It might be easy to explain at first, as a friendly gesture towards an old college acquaintance, but keeping up that charade might be tough as the weeks went by. Lisa ached at having to endure it. But the second corollary was a whole lot more intimate. The pact included one secretive pleasure to be provided to the winner, at a day and time of her choosing, limited to once per week. Lisa was going to have to eat Jean's cxnt again and again; four times total, once each week until a month had passed. There were enough secret places, with doors that locked for quick moments of degrading sex, for them to not worry about getting caught in the act. After four weeks time the service would be over. Could she survive it?

Jean wondered too. Would Lisa even show up for work. In her gut she presumed Lisa would not back off. She was right. But as Lisa set the steaming coffee down on the coaster, any doubt about her recuperative powers was laid to rest. Even though she knew and felt deeply the humiliation that she'd endure for the next weeks, she had resolved that this past weekend was not the end, but the beginning. Her fortitude had only grown since Saturday. Her spark of passion had not been extinguished. It had been reignited and would burn forever.

"I had a wonderful weekend Jean. I hope you had a nice one too."

"Oh, it was ok," the obvious understatement giving both women a moment of levity. Recognizing that others might hear their words, they needed to be cautious. Even Jean recognized the need for coyness and subtle innuendo in the work setting. She would reap her rewards in other ways than flaunting it publicly.

"Well, I am glad you came to work here. I have long wondered about you and what had become of you after we parted ways back in school. I am looking forward to working with you for a long, long time." She winked at Jean and sauntered out the door.

Jean let her gaze follow Lisa down the hallway. Just before she turned the corner Jean caught the unmistakable thrust of her hip. No one else was there to see it. Jean recognized that thrust; side to side once, forward and backward once.

Déjà vu.

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