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Hunter's Moon (Part Four)
Evelyn began to unbutton her overcoat as Diane closed
the distance between them. She backed up until she
came against a tall bookshelf. She felt the spines of
the books against her back. She shrugged, and the
coat fell to the floor. She was wearing a knee-length
button-front dress in a pale red. She had on sheer
dark panty hose and low-heeled black pumps. As Diane
came up to her, she held up her hands in front of her,
fingers back.
Diane was wearing a calf-length navy blue skirt which
had mid-thigh slits in front and back. She had on a
loose cowl-neck sweater in a black knit weave. She
had on strappy sandals and sheer nude panty hose. As
Diane came within inches of Evelyn, she raised her
hands and intertwined her fingers with Evelyn's. She
brought her face right up to Evelyn's and whispered,
"I've been wanting to do this since our first day here
in the library, when we came so close to each other in
the shelves. God! I still feel that. Your body,
your breasts...I was so fucking hot."
Evelyn squeezed Diane's hands, gently at first, then
with building pressure. She felt her breasts touch
Diane's sweater-clad globes.
Evelyn said, "Oh, you and me both. I had no idea what
came over me." She pressed her hands forward, and
Diane's arms moved back slightly, then held firm as
Diane pressed back. "But what is this compulsion? I
want to make love to you...I want to fight you or
wrestle you at the same time. To feel your body
press hard against mine...your breasts...your pussy...oh,
God...I want that..."
Diane pressed her lips against Evelyn's cheek. She
extended her teeth and ran them along the flesh,
poking at it a little with her tongue. She pulled her
head back a bit and whispered in Evelyn's ear, "We
both have the same kink, darling. I looked it up.
It's called a sexfight. And I really want to do it
with you!"
"Sexfight...," Evelyn said softly. She liked the sound
of that. "What happens....?"
Between soft kisses, Diane said, "Oh, we wrestle...we
roll around...we rub our breasts together...we do
everything we can to make the other come...until she
can't come anymore."
Evelyn bent her hands and Diane's fingers bent back a
little. "And who wins...?"
Diane laughed throatily. "Oh, if we do it right,
everyone wins...but I'll let you in on a little
secret...you're going to be the first to come...I think I
can wear you out..."
Evelyn said, "You really think so, baby? You think
I'm that easy?" She punctuated each of her sentences
with a quick squeeze of her hands.
"Oh, I think I can." With that, Diane pulled her
hands from Evelyn's twisting fingers and threw her
arms around the chestnut-haired librarian. Evelyn did
the same and they were deep into a crushing bear hug.
Evelyn felt her body pressed full length against
Diane's, breast to breast and belly to belly. She
shifted her legs and her right thigh forced its way
between Diane's legs. She heard the rustle of cloth
and silken panty hose as her thigh slid up and against
Diane's crotch.
The women intensified the squeeze. Their breasts
pressed against each other, beginning to flatten.
Evelyn knew her nipples were rigid, poking through her
bra and blouse. She could feel Diane's equally stiff
nips meeting her own.
Evelyn opened her mouth and moaned. She then closed
her eyes and plastered her mouth onto Diane's. Diane
opened her warm and wet lips and met the bruising kiss
with equal strength. The women tongue-fought as they
pressed their faces together, lips pressing against
teeth as the mouth lock continued.
Evelyn had never felt so turned on in her life. She
was one aching sexual organ straining for release in
this battle. She had never been so alive.
Diane suddenly moved her arms and gripped Evelyn's
shoulders. She broke the embrace and started to turn
Evelyn around, away from the bookcase. She pushed,
and Evelyn had no choice but to be marched backwards
to the reading desk. Diane pushed again and Evelyn
sat down on the hard polished wooden surface.
Using one arm to hold on to Evelyn tightly, Diane used
her other hand to force Evelyn's legs apart. Evelyn
felt the strong hand go past her thigh and come up
against her crotch. She started to pant. Diane's
fingers pressed against the pussy. Despite the panty
hose and bikini briefs, the insistent prodding was
doing its work. She rapidly moistened as Diane's
knowing fingers stroked the pussy. Her thumb found
the clit and pressed.
Evelyn's eyes closed and she whimpered. She knew that
she would orgasm soon unless she did something. But,
oh sweet Jesus, it felt so damn good!
Evelyn's hands came up to Diane's breasts. She
quickly molded her fingers around the globes through
the sweater, then simultaneously pressed and squeezed.
Diane moaned in turn and moved her upper body back a
little, while still holding tightly to Evelyn as she
continued her digital assault on Evelyn's pussy.
Evelyn used both her hands and mauled Diane's breasts.
She could feel the stiff nipples on the palms of her
hands, even through the bra and sweater. She took her
thumb and forefinger and pinched them. Diane's eyes
watered, but she went on rubbing Evelyn's pussy and
clit through the cloth.
Evelyn's breath came more and more rapidly. Her hands
on Diane's breasts lost rhythm as the approaching
climax neared.
Diane's fingers worked the cloth-covered cunt roughly.
The clit was erect and poking up a little and the
panties and hose were soaked. She shifted her fingers
to the clit and rubbed rapidly. Here it
comes...now....now...
Evelyn uttered a high-pitched cry as she came. Her
legs contracted around Diane's butt as she shuddered
in orgasm. Diane kept thrusting her fingers against
the clit while Evelyn shook in raw passion. Her
juices poured out into the sodden panties and hose,
spreading around Diane's hand.
Finally, after a few hitches in breath, and with tears
leaking from her eyes, Evelyn quieted down. Diane
removed her hand from between Evelyn's legs and she
held the shorter woman in her arms. Evelyn rested her
head on Diane's shoulders.
When Evelyn could speak, she said, "Oh, dear sweet
one...oh, you incredible fucking bitch...".
Diane moved back from the table and let Evelyn stand
up. In the heat of the passion, a few buttons had
popped from the front hem of the dress. Evelyn's
thighs were revealed.
Diane said, "But it's not over, is it?"
Evelyn shook her head. "Oh, it is most certainly
absolutely indubitably not fucking over."
Diane said, "Let's get out of some clothes."
Evelyn started to unbutton the front of dress. "Oh,
yes."
Diane pulled off her sweater. Her blue Victoria's
Secret front-hook bra was exposed. One cup had
slipped down from Evelyn's mauling. A sweet, dark
nipple was revealed, stiff, about a quarter-inch long.
Evelyn pulled down the front of her dress, letting the
top half rest against her hips. Her bra was a Bali
number, eggshell color. The cups were filled with
Evelyn's conical shaped breasts, the nipples rigid and
poking. Her bra was a back hook model.
Diane said, "Stop there...I want to take it off..."
She came forward. They're bra-clad breasts met as
they moved together. Diane reached up with one hand
and touched the narrow strap on Evelyn's left
shoulder. Evelyn took her own hand and ran her thumb
under Diane's left shoulder strap.
"At the same time..." Evelyn breathed.
Simultaneously, they slipped the bra straps down over
the shoulder. Evelyn leaned forward and gently kissed
the indentation of the strap on Diane's shoulder as
Diane did the same to hers.
They did the same with the other straps. Both women
worked their arms slowly out from under the straps.
Then Diane reached around Evelyn's back and felt the
hook, while Evelyn placed her fingers on Diane's front
hook.
"One...two...three!" Diane said. The popped the hooks
and both women pulled back. Diane let her bra fall in
back of her as her round breasts were revealed,
crowned with the poking dark nipples. Evelyn let the
cups of her bra fall into her hands and she dropped it
on the floor. She rubbed her own tits exuberantly and
her pink nipples stiffened.
Diane moved forward again. She held her breasts in
her hands as she brought them forward. Evelyn held
her breasts and pointed them at Diane, like fleshy
guns.
"Nipple fight?" Diane asked.
"Oh, yes!"
The women brought their breasts together slowly.
Diane's stiff, turgid dark nipples met Evelyn's pink
pencil erasers. They moved their breasts to and fro
and rubbed the points together. The sensitive crowns
to their breasts radiated pulses of tingling
electricity throughout their body. For the next few
minutes, Diane and Evelyn fought a little swordfight,
jabbing and thrusting. It was inconclusive. Their
nipples remained erect. Evelyn's became a little red,
but still they dueled.
Diane was the first to escalate it. She moved her
tits forward quickly and the round globes flattened
against Evelyn's. The sudden pressure made Evelyn
gasp, but she moved to the side and slid her breasts
against Diane's, the stiff nipples raking the flesh
underneath.
Now it was a breast-fight. The women backed up a
little and moved forward. Accompanied by gasps and
yelps, the women rammed their breasts together again
and again. The pain was real, but the pleasure was
dominant. Then they moved from side to side, and
battered their tits into each other, like a pillow
fight. They held onto each other's shoulders as they
fought. No words were exchanged during the tit
battle, but the occasional grunt or gasp of shock kept
them going.
Finally Diane cried out. "No more! Ohhh....oh, God..."
She let go of Evelyn's shoulders and stepped back.
Evelyn stepped back as well. She saw Diane in front
of her, cradling her reddened breasts in her hands.
Evelyn felt triumphant...Diane gave her an orgasm, but
she had won the breast battle. Her own breasts were
tender. Unconsciously, she brought her hands up and
lightly rubbed them. It had been close!
Diane straightened up. Her hair was a bit askew. She
pushed an ebony lock out of her eyes. Slowly, she
undid the catch on her skirt. She pushed the skirt
down until it puddled about her feet. She stepped out
of the skirt, noticed that she still had on her high
heel sandals. She bent one leg up in back. Keeping
her eyes on Evelyn, she undid the hook on the sandal
and let it fall. She then undid the other sandal.
Silently, Evelyn matched her. She pushed her dress
the rest of the way down. She kicked it aside and
then slipped off her pumps. The two erotic combatants
looked at each other. They were five feet apart, now
naked save for panty hose and panties.
Diane slipped her fingers under the waistband of her
panty hose. She slowly pushed the top down over hips,
then rolled them down the legs, bending down awkwardly
to pull them off her feet. She rose again, her white
bikini panties glowing in the silvery moonlight.
Evelyn wasted no time in stripping off her panty hose.
She stood up and faced Diane. Her panties were wet
at the crotch.
Diane moved forward. She placed her hands on Evelyn's
hips, so that they were resting on the cloth of the
panties. She moved her head, and gently kissed
Evelyn, a warm and inviting kiss. She whispered in
her ear: "Now I'm going to take off your panties. I'm
going to see you completely naked for the first time.
This makes me so fucking hot. Then I'm going to fuck
you until you surrender."
Evelyn kissed her back, then whispered, "You're
welcome to try, baby. You're welcome to try."
Diane bent down swiftly. Her eyes were now level with
Evelyn's crotch. Slowly, she slipped her fingers
under the waistband of the panties. Then she started
to gradually pull them down. She slipped her nose
close to the wet crotch and inhaled. The deep musk
odor of a woman in peak sexual heat assaulted her
senses. The emotion was so powerful that she nearly
fell back before recovering her balance.
She pulled the panties down. Evelyn's wet cunt came
into view, a shadowy nest in the moonlight, full of
dark mystery. The brown pubic hair was thick and
curly, and she could see the open labia and the pale
bud of the clit. Tiny pearly drops of moisture
speckled here and there, clinging to individual hairs
and dappling the skin.
After Evelyn stepped out of the panties, Diane stood
up. "Your turn," the dark-haired woman said softly.
Evelyn slowly lowered herself until she stared at
Diane's crotch. She moved her head and inhaled.
Diane had not yet hit the same peak of arousal as
Evelyn, but there was no mistaking that profound
fragrance. Evelyn raised her hands and slipped her
fingers under the waistband on the side of the hips.
Just as slowly as Diane had done, she pulled down the
panties to see Diane's cunt for the first time.
The labial swelling was pronounced. There was a
veritable forest of pure black curls, but they were
open enough to see the sweet lips and little bud of
the clit. She pulled the panties down the rest of the
way. She lifted Diane's well shaped feet to pull them
away from the panties.
Suddenly Evelyn was seized by an impulse. She looked
up at Diane from her unusual vantage point. She
grinned impishly, then grabbed Diane's ass with both
hands. She plunged her mouth and tongue against
Diane's crotch, and started licking it, thrusting her
tongue up along the slit until in met the clitoris.
Diane was taken totally by surprise. The abrupt oral
assault weakened her knees. Her legs spread a little
as Evelyn gustily ate her out. Diane's pussy started
to ooze with female juices.
Evelyn had never gone down on (or in this position,
gone up) on a woman before. She just concentrated on
a frontal attack, her tongue and lips attacking
Diane's dripping pussy. She moved her mouth in rapid
gyrations, inhaling the delicious smells, feeling her
own cunt lubricate. She thought that she was capable
of getting off just by eating Diane.
Diane's clit stiffened, became longer. Evelyn
instinctively concentrated on the pink needle, and
sucked on it. Diane whooped in delight, loud cries of
sexual bliss. The oral attack was so unexpected and
so devastating that she was lost. It was all she
could do to remain standing.
Diane cooperated with the inevitable. As the massive
orgasm approached, she reached down with her hands and
grasped Evelyn's chestnut hair. She moved the head
back and forth and smeared her flowing cunt all over
Evelyn's face. Evelyn grinned. Her shiny face
glowed in the spectral moonlight. She clutched
Diane's ass even tighter as she again plunged her
tongue up Diane's vagina.
Diane cried out in a keening howl of utter animalistic
lust as the orgasm hit. Her hands convulsively
clenched in Evelyn's hair as the contractions started
in her vagina, expelling a cataract of sexual juices
onto Evelyn's face and mouth. Diane's legs shook.
She started to lose muscular control and she started
to topple backwards.
Evelyn extended her arms up Diane's back and guided
her to a soft landing on the carpet. Diane was still
whooping as the orgasm continued, her hips and legs
bouncing.
Finally, she lay still, a few hitches in her
breathing. She raised a hand to her forehead.
Evelyn moved to lie by her side. She brought her face
up and kissed Diane softly, her mouth open and giving,
but undemanding.
Diane tasted her own sexual secretions on Evelyn's
face. She moved her tongue and licked. She returned
to the gentle kiss.
For a few minutes, the two naked warriors lay
together, resting. Already, they had experienced more
intense sexual passion, more delightful conflict, then
they had ever known. But they both knew it wasn't
over.
Diane sat up. She looked down at Evelyn's naked body
resting on the carpet. Evelyn looked up and smiled
lazily. "What next, O fearless warrior?"
"Oh, you think you're so smart," Diane laughed. "Use
that tongue on me, will you? Just because you brought
me to a screaming helpless humongous fucking orgasm,
you think you're hot stuff? Well...you'd be right.
You're pretty damned hot. But are you ready to go
pussy-to-pussy with me, slick?"
"Oooh...I like the sound of that!" Evelyn sat up. "So
how do we do this?"
Diane maneuvered herself around so that she was facing
Evelyn. "Well, we spread our legs apart like this--"
"Nice view!"
"Shut up, lover. Then we work our legs around each
other--" The two women scooted together, with Diane's
left leg under Evelyn's right, and Evelyn's left leg
sliding under Diane's right leg. "Then we scoot
forward."
They slid their butts forward and loosely wrapped
their arms around each other. Their crotches were
joined, pubic snatches bristling together, and their
breasts lightly bounced into each other. Evelyn
looked into Diane's eyes. They kissed deeply.
Diane reached down and used her fingers to spread her
lips apart. The pussy was still wet from Evelyn's
attack. The pink clit came into view. Evelyn in turn
reached down and did the same. They positioned their
crotches together. Their breath started to come a
little faster.
As they watched, the clits stiffened and grew longer.
Moisture started to bead up on the surface of the
labia. They were fascinated by the intimate views.
Then they bumped their hips forward. The pussies slid
together. And they both gasped as their clits
tangled.
"Oh, god, that feels so fucking good!" Evelyn said.
"Jesus, it's like an electric shock," Diane moaned.
"Oh, god, fuck me!"
With growing passion, they brought their cunts
together, the hard turgid clits meeting in stabbing
sensation. They flowed freely as they slammed their
crotches into each other. They held onto one another
for dear life, their fingers making indentations in
the flesh of their shoulders. Their stiff-nippled
breasts brushed against each other with greater and
greater frequency, in rough counterpoint to the wet
slapping sounds of pounding naked cunts.
They knew that they weren't getting enough pressure in
their present position. Diane pushed Evelyn back
against the carpet. Evelyn fell back slowly,
clutching Diane's shoulders. Evelyn's legs spread
wide, and Diane mounted Evelyn with a lustful yell.
She started to raise her hips, breaking contact, then
slamming her crotch down onto Evelyn's.
The woman underneath yelled with surprise as their
cunts came together. A sudden shock of pain was
irrevocably mixed with lustful sensation. Again,
Diane raised her hips, then brought them down. The
smacking of the pussy flesh was loud. The lubricious
fluids splattered out.
Diane humped Evelyn with an ever-growing rhythm,
totally aware that her pussy was taking a beating.
She knew that orgasm was close, but she wasn't sure
who would come first.
Without warning, Evelyn took the upper hand. Drawing
on reserves she didn't know she had, she bucked her
hips up. Swiftly, she pressed with her legs and Diane
was now on the bottom, thighs spread lewdly.
Evelyn looked down at her lover/opponent and commenced
fucking her. It was her turn to slam her hips up and
down, and watch Diane's face as it twisted with
pleasure/pain. Evelyn slammed her hips down, and held
them. She raised herself on her arms as she rubbed
her cunt sensuously against Diane's. Oh, yes, she
could see it. She could see it coming.
Diane was caught by surprise, but she wasn't giving
up. Desperately, she took her mind off Evelyn's
enthusiastic humping. She brought her hands up and
pushed hard. Evelyn rolled to the side and Diane was
again on top.
But not for long. Both women clamped their hands on
the other's shoulders. The rapid movement of the hips
ceased as the erotic strugglers rolled across the
carpet. It became a contest of strength as their
limbs twisted around during their rolling sex battle.
Diane was briefly on top when she moved her hands from
Evelyn's shoulders and moved them to her proud
breasts. "Do you feel this?" she yelled. She
slammed her hands down on the breasts and Evelyn
gasped. Her hands fell away from Diane's shoulders.
That was the opening Diane needed. She rapidly
spread Evelyn's legs and started her tribadistic
assault again. Her buttocks clenched as she pounded
her pussy into Evelyn's soaking cunt.
Evelyn had no choice. She decided to end it quickly.
She wrapped her legs around Diane's waist and embraced
her fiercely. She put her mouth to Diane's ear and
said gutterally, "Oh, you bitch...you fucking bitch...do
it to me now! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
Diane obliged. She battered Evelyn's crotch with her
own, a rapid drumbeat of pure lust. Finally, she
slammed her cunt down and felt the clits meet. She
rolled her hips as the cunts tangled together, clit
hitting clit head on and triggering a massive
simultaneous orgasm.
They both screamed and wept as the climax rolled over
them. Their hips bounced together, the battered
pussies pouring streams of liquid into each other,
dribbling down their legs onto the carpet. Their
faces came together and they kissed, a raw trembling
biting kiss as they moaned their aching release.
Pulses of animal ecstasy reverberated through their
bodies. Flowing waves of muscular contraction started
in their vaginas and rippled their flesh.
After several minutes, the exhausted women rolled
apart. Tear streaks stained their cheeks. It had
been a profoundly emotional encounter.
Evelyn whispered, "Who won?"
Diane chuckled, then groaned. "Oh, who cares?"
The naked librarians got their knees, then crawled to
the couch by the reading desk. Almost painfully, they
got up on the couch. Under the gaze of old books and
dead authors, in the silvery sheen of the moon, they
found a way to fit themselves together and hold each
other.
Let us leave them there, almost desperately in love.
Let us leave them there, resting naked together, lips
touching in delicate kisses, all aches eased and all
hungers sated. Let us leave them there, a slow
sculpture of passion and release, under the shining
benediction of a Hunter's Moon.
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