Hunter's Moon (4/4,FF,Sexfight)

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.