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AUNT LUCY
(This is a story I wrote many years ago and which is in my Hamster stories but in French (called Tante Germaine). I wanted to translate it into English for those who don’t read French. I am not a professional translator so I apologize for any mistakes)
It was drizzling when I got off the TGV at the station in Nancy but the gloominess quickly disappeared when I saw the silhouette of Aunt Lucy on the platform, her head taller than those around her. She was dressed in a light green raincoat, her long blond hair partly covered by her black beret, she walked towards me and took me in her arms. She hugged me for a long time, her cheeks wet from the rain but also from the emotion. I hadn’t seen her since my mother’s funeral last year. The two sisters had not seen each other much since Aunt Lucy had left Paris for Nancy three years ago, but there was no way she was going to miss out on that position of literature teacher in a high school for girls. Since she was unmarried, she was quite mobile. Her departure had made me very sad since I felt as close to Aunt Lucy as I was to my own mother. Now at 20 years old, I still needed her and her invitation came at the right time. I had been a student in a private school for girls in Switzerland for many years, and now I was looking into the possibility of a career in teaching and I wanted to talk to her about it.
Like two gossipers, we continued to talk all the way back to her apartment. The evening was very moving as we talked about mother and ended with the promise of a shopping day between girls.
The next morning, we were already in the shopping area as the stores opened. Aunt Lucy was very tall and slender and the top of my head only reached her shoulder even though my generation had the reputation of being tall. With her soft skin, her large brown eyes and her high cheekbones, Aunt Lucy was considered a beautiful woman. I had never heard of her having boyfriends and when I would ask my mother about it, she would answer: “Oh that one…she followed her own path.” I am a little pudgier with breasts and buns which I am quite proud of. Lucy – since she wanted me to call her by her first name always – Lucy loved to browse the clothing stores even though she didn’t buy very much for herself. I served as an excuse and by lunch time we had already filled a few bags which we put in the trunk of the car. After lunch, we made our way to an underwear store. At 45 Lucy wore fairly traditional undies and I tried to convince her to try a thong. « But poor Lisa, I would have the impression of wearing only dental floss », she answered. Busy trying to find the style of bra I usually wore, I did not notice the other customers. Raising my head, I noticed Lucy and another woman her age staring at each other a few feet apart. The other woman was a little shorter but pudgier and with quite a rack. They did not seem happy to see each other and I could feel the tension rising. They had had words I had not heard. I walked towards Lucy and asked: “Is everything all right ?…you seem perturbed ». « Yes yes my dear, it’s all right. » she answered taking my arm and bringing me in the corner of the store. That’s when I heard the other woman say to her: » I see you haven’t changed your habits,…always young ones”. Lucy stopped, and red with anger, answered her: “It’s my niece”. The other woman mumbled “Ah ..I see » with a smile of the cat who swallowed the canary. « Come Lisa, let’s get out of here », said Lucy, and we left the store in a hurry. We walked for a few minutes in silence. I had never seen Lucy in that state before. Then we stopped suddenly and she said. “Wait for me here, I’ll be back in a few minutes ». then she walked backed to the store. I had the urge to follow her afraid she would quarrel with that other woman but I changed my mind and waited for her on the sidewalk. Ten minutes later, Lucy came back, and taking my by the arm, walked me to the car. Once inside, she said to me: “Lisa, I will ask a favor of you”. « Of course Lucy», I answered « I will ask you not to question me and to do what I tell you, agree ?", she said in a tone of voice which showed more excitement than anger. « Yes I agree, I promise you », I answered her, not really knowing what it was about. She started the car and we headed on the road in the direction of Toul. After about 10 minutes, we reached a forest of birch trees and sandy soil. When Lucy saw a small blue car on the side of the road, she parked behind it. « You can come with me only if you promise not to interfere », insisted Lucy, « otherwise you can stay in the car ». « I prefer to follow you », I answered.
Now I can write the following story with a certain perspective but, when I lived these surreal moments, I admit that I was very naive and that I didn’t know at all what would happen. We left the car and walked into the small birch forest. Nobody was there. When we reached a clearing, we saw the woman we had seen in the shop and she was waiting for us. She was also wearing a raincoat with a bag on her shoulder. It was only at this moment that I understood what was going on. By returning to the shop, Lucy wanted to settle the issue and had arranged a meeting with the woman in the forest. The two women had planned a fight. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Aunt Lucy, so feminine in appearance and so gentle, would get into a hair-pulling fight with this woman. The two mature women would fight like two little girls after school. I must admit that, far from disgusting me or scaring me, the situation had excited me. Before approaching her rival, Lucy had once again made me promised that I wouldn’t interfere.
The two women put their bag on the ground and took off their raincoat. The other woman, whose first name was Christine, wore a blue blouse and a woolen skirt which reached down to her knees. Lucy wore a green cotton dress. She threw her beret on her raincoat and her long blond hair fell on her shoulders. Christine also had blond hair but I suspected that the rest wasn’t. Her hair was not as long as Lucy’s but thicker. The two women finally took off their heels and it was on her nylon covered feet that they began to circle each other. I approached the area shyly and found a tree trunk where I could sit near the fight scene. I had seen fights between young girls at my private school but I had never seen mature women come to blows. Christine, heavier but shorter, and Lucy, tall and thin, were as far as I was concerned, probably of equal strength.
The women began their fight in silence, timidly at first, staggering on an uneven ground which hurt their feet, then they scratched each other and clutched at each other so that they wouldn’t fall. They scratched each other’s face and chest. Christine’s blouse was the first to rip showing a half-moon bra. Lucy’s dress presented a real challenge to her rival and it was only after gripping the top with both hands that Christine managed to make the suspenders break. . The two women concentrated their efforts on the bras. Pulling with all their might, they were forgetting to hit each other. They shook each other, each grabbing the bra of the other, until the two pieces of female apparel were ripped. Christine sunk her nails into Lucy’s small breasts while my aunt pinched her rival’s nipples with her fingers. Once in a while, they would stop the attack on the breasts to scratch each other’s face. The two women were beginning to show battle scars. Lucy tried to bite Christine’s large breasts but her rival had seen her coming and grabbed her by the hair. By pure instinct, Lucy buried her hands in her rival’s hair. The two women had finally reached the stage of the classic hair-pulling catfight. I was relieved to see that my aunt, who had the disadvantage of having longer hair, was defending herself like a tigress. I could hear the noise of hair being pulled off the scalp and I was asking myself how two women could suffer such pain without screaming. The fight had reached a high point and the two women tore at each other’s hair for some minutes. It was at that time that I noticed I was wet, and I turn red now at the thought. Breathing hard, the two fighters had a truce and backed away a few feet. I mistakenly thought that the fight had ended. Lucy, who had blood on her breasts and scalp, took advantage of the lull to get rid of her dress which was getting in the way. She pulled down the zipper and pushed the dress, which had fallen to the ground, with her foot. Christine threw away her bra which she had around her waist and got rid of the remaining pieces of her blouse. Seeing that Lucy was only in panties and nylons, Christine took off her skirt to be also in panties and nylons.
« I’ve wanted to teach you a lesson for a long time », screamed Christine, breaking the long silence.
« So come on…come on…so I can take you apart, fucking dyke », answered Lucy.
« Ah well that’s tops everything…it’s you who calls me a « fucking dyke » ? You really have some gall…You think that your so-called niece doesn’t know you’re a dyke ? », screamed Christine.
What I had suspected since the scene in the shop was really true ? Aunt Lucy was really a lesbian ? Far from displeasing me, this new facet of Lucy attracted me and I was more and more curious to learn more. These two women were then rivals and had come here to settle old quarrels.
Probably to prevent Christine from divulging everything about her, Lucy attacked her, with feet and fists. Christine fought back and the two women hit each other with much hatred and speed which surprised me for their age. They were both covered in sweat and I could see the outline of their pubic triangle through their panties. Christine was in reality a brunette and her dark furry patch contrasted with Lucy’s lighter one. The violent exchange of kicks resulted in the panties of both women being bunched up in their asscrack. Lucy’s asscheeks were smooth and long while Christine’s were very round and somewhat bumpy. The two rivals got into a bear hug, their breasts crushed against their chest, each attempting to topple the other in a contest of strength. I was very surprised to see Lucy’s strength as she resisted the attack of a woman heavier than herself. From the start, they had fought standing up but I knew that once on the ground, the fight would take another turn. Christine finally tripped Lucy and the two women found themselves on the ground. I stood on my tree stump to see the continuation of the brawl. They traded punches while they rolled on top of one another. At times, pulling hair, other times biting each other’s breasts or neck, the two lesbians fought each other with all the strength they had left. Christine had started to pull down Lucy’s panties and had slipped her hand between her thighs. Lucy had attacked the pubic area of her rival through her panties and tried to pull on her cunt hair. The panties had split by the action of sharp nails. The fight was becoming sexual. I slipped my hand under my skirt, then in my thong and I began, without really being aware of it, rubbing myself, my eyes riveted on the fight. The two women found the strength to stand up again. They took off what was left of their panties and their nylons in shreds. They faced each other naked. It was the first time that I was seeing Lucy naked. Their bodies were covered in sweat, mud and grass. Their hair – at least what was left of it – was dirty and a real mess. Their full bush was wet and sticking to their skin. They didn’t look like two sophisticated women who were engaged in a catfight but rather like two gladiators. They were staring at each other with a mixture of hatred and desire. Even if they were fighting one against the other, it was evident – and I was there as a witness – that their nakedness and the skin to skin contact had excited the two mature women. I could imagine for the first time what aunt Lucy, who had held me on her knees, looked like when she made love. Trying to catch their breath, the two naked women continued to stare at each other, ready to defend herself against an attack by her rival. They looked like they were both drunk. I think that, from that point on, Lucy had forgotten I was there. It was Christine who made the first moves which left me with my mouth wide open. The brunette began to feel her own aching breasts, then slid her hands along her body down to her pubic area. Lucy looked at her, completely frozen. Christine opened her vulva with her fingers and I could see the pink flesh. I saw a malicious smile on my aunt’s face. She straightened her torso, and her small breasts seemed hard and her nipples erect. She opened her legs slightly and slid her right hand on her stomach and then in her blonde pubic hair. She put a finger of her left hand in her mouth. The two women were challenging each other but I was not certain of their intentions. They approached each other and began to move their hips while stroking their vulva. Christine was the first to break the silence :
« So you want to ? Come on …you whore…let’s have it out…do you remember the last time ? », she said in a deep voice.
« Yes I remember very well… », simply answered my aunt.
« Come…you and me….listen I have an idea…the winner gets the young one…your young doll », said Christine laughing.
« Bitch ! « , screamed Lucy, « she’s my niece…don’t get her mixed up in our quarrels. ».
« You niece has a nice ass…you suck her or rub cunts with her ? », continued Christine.
« I’m going to flatten your clam…whore », screamed Lucy.
« Come on…you old dyke…your clam against mine », challenged Christine.
I had never heard my aunt use these words and, before I could regain my composure, the two naked women were wrapped up in each other a few yards from me. Each was hitting the other with her underbelly, arms locked together around her rival’s waist. They were spitting in each other face and the two pairs of breasts were rubbing, crushed together then squeezed sideways with every lateral move. Lucy’s small breasts were completely crushed by Christine’s big tits and my aunt was grimacing in pain. Lucy slid her knee between the big thighs of her rival and I saw Christine open her eyes wide when she felt my aunt’s thigh rubbing against her vulva. Christine imitated my aunt’s move and the two women, riding the other’s upper thigh, were rubbing against each other like two dogs in heat. I was covered in sweat and my panties were very wet. My aunt and this woman were fighting each other with their cunts. Both were screaming insults and biting their tits and face. They were in a trance. Then they fell on the ground, still locked together. I stood on my stump again to see everything. That part of the fight is difficult to describe in any detail since the two fighters were constantly moving. One minute they were hitting each other with their fists, the other minute they were fingering each other’s vulva. They were biting each other’s tits and then fingers were disappearing between the other’s buttocks. I couldn’t believe it when I saw them end up head to toe. They licked each other in this position for a few minutes, with Lucy on top , then Christine. I felt that the two lesbians were giving everything they had and that the fight would end soon. I began to scream and encourage my aunt. They agreed to leave their 69 position to lie on top of each other. The couple- as they had become a couple copulating – rolled about on the humid ground. Sometimes Lucy was dominating her rival, her hips between Christine’s thighs, other times it was Christine who was crushing her with her weight and moving her hips against the lower belly of her rival. This lasted a while and I could see that the fighters were getting exhausted. Lucy took control again after hitting Christine with a right hook. She seemed stunned for a minute. Lucy took advantage of the situation to mount her and opened her thighs with her elbows. I had a great view of the fight, ,my aunt’s ass only a few feet from me. I saw her bend Christine’s legs and jam them under her chest. This move made Christine’s cunt completely accessible to Lucy’s. My aunt opened her thighs and I saw her wide open hairy cunt begin to rub against the hairy cunt of her rival. Their cunt lips were swollen and were rubbing against each other. I knew that their two clits were in a fight to the finish. Christine let out a scream followed by a long moan. Her legs moved as if she was receiving an electric shock then her entire body began to shake. The two mops of pubic hair were completely soaked in cunt juice. The thighs were also covered in the precious liquid. Christine had had her orgasm. Lucy continued to rub against her prey for a minute or two. Christine shook one more time but with less energy. Lucy got up slowly and looked at her rival who was lying on her back, motionless. She was sobbing silently. I saw Lucy approach Christine’s head and open her thighs. I ran towards her.
« Come Lucy…come…let’s go home…it’s over », I told her taking her by the arm.
I found her rain coat and covered her bruised and dirty body. We followed the path to go back to the car. At the end of the forest, Lucy stumbled. I took her in my arms to settle her. I brought her behind a bush and made her sit down to gather her strength. I don’t know what got over me but I took off my panties and opened her rain coat. I huddled against Lucy’s warm body. We hugged. My skirt hiked up, I pushed my stomach against hers. How much time we spent in the forest ? I couldn’t really tell you.
(This is a story I wrote many years ago and which is in my Hamster stories but in French (called Tante Germaine). I wanted to translate it into English for those who don’t read French. I am not a professional translator so I apologize for any mistakes)
It was drizzling when I got off the TGV at the station in Nancy but the gloominess quickly disappeared when I saw the silhouette of Aunt Lucy on the platform, her head taller than those around her. She was dressed in a light green raincoat, her long blond hair partly covered by her black beret, she walked towards me and took me in her arms. She hugged me for a long time, her cheeks wet from the rain but also from the emotion. I hadn’t seen her since my mother’s funeral last year. The two sisters had not seen each other much since Aunt Lucy had left Paris for Nancy three years ago, but there was no way she was going to miss out on that position of literature teacher in a high school for girls. Since she was unmarried, she was quite mobile. Her departure had made me very sad since I felt as close to Aunt Lucy as I was to my own mother. Now at 20 years old, I still needed her and her invitation came at the right time. I had been a student in a private school for girls in Switzerland for many years, and now I was looking into the possibility of a career in teaching and I wanted to talk to her about it.
Like two gossipers, we continued to talk all the way back to her apartment. The evening was very moving as we talked about mother and ended with the promise of a shopping day between girls.
The next morning, we were already in the shopping area as the stores opened. Aunt Lucy was very tall and slender and the top of my head only reached her shoulder even though my generation had the reputation of being tall. With her soft skin, her large brown eyes and her high cheekbones, Aunt Lucy was considered a beautiful woman. I had never heard of her having boyfriends and when I would ask my mother about it, she would answer: “Oh that one…she followed her own path.” I am a little pudgier with breasts and buns which I am quite proud of. Lucy – since she wanted me to call her by her first name always – Lucy loved to browse the clothing stores even though she didn’t buy very much for herself. I served as an excuse and by lunch time we had already filled a few bags which we put in the trunk of the car. After lunch, we made our way to an underwear store. At 45 Lucy wore fairly traditional undies and I tried to convince her to try a thong. « But poor Lisa, I would have the impression of wearing only dental floss », she answered. Busy trying to find the style of bra I usually wore, I did not notice the other customers. Raising my head, I noticed Lucy and another woman her age staring at each other a few feet apart. The other woman was a little shorter but pudgier and with quite a rack. They did not seem happy to see each other and I could feel the tension rising. They had had words I had not heard. I walked towards Lucy and asked: “Is everything all right ?…you seem perturbed ». « Yes yes my dear, it’s all right. » she answered taking my arm and bringing me in the corner of the store. That’s when I heard the other woman say to her: » I see you haven’t changed your habits,…always young ones”. Lucy stopped, and red with anger, answered her: “It’s my niece”. The other woman mumbled “Ah ..I see » with a smile of the cat who swallowed the canary. « Come Lisa, let’s get out of here », said Lucy, and we left the store in a hurry. We walked for a few minutes in silence. I had never seen Lucy in that state before. Then we stopped suddenly and she said. “Wait for me here, I’ll be back in a few minutes ». then she walked backed to the store. I had the urge to follow her afraid she would quarrel with that other woman but I changed my mind and waited for her on the sidewalk. Ten minutes later, Lucy came back, and taking my by the arm, walked me to the car. Once inside, she said to me: “Lisa, I will ask a favor of you”. « Of course Lucy», I answered « I will ask you not to question me and to do what I tell you, agree ?", she said in a tone of voice which showed more excitement than anger. « Yes I agree, I promise you », I answered her, not really knowing what it was about. She started the car and we headed on the road in the direction of Toul. After about 10 minutes, we reached a forest of birch trees and sandy soil. When Lucy saw a small blue car on the side of the road, she parked behind it. « You can come with me only if you promise not to interfere », insisted Lucy, « otherwise you can stay in the car ». « I prefer to follow you », I answered.
Now I can write the following story with a certain perspective but, when I lived these surreal moments, I admit that I was very naive and that I didn’t know at all what would happen. We left the car and walked into the small birch forest. Nobody was there. When we reached a clearing, we saw the woman we had seen in the shop and she was waiting for us. She was also wearing a raincoat with a bag on her shoulder. It was only at this moment that I understood what was going on. By returning to the shop, Lucy wanted to settle the issue and had arranged a meeting with the woman in the forest. The two women had planned a fight. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Aunt Lucy, so feminine in appearance and so gentle, would get into a hair-pulling fight with this woman. The two mature women would fight like two little girls after school. I must admit that, far from disgusting me or scaring me, the situation had excited me. Before approaching her rival, Lucy had once again made me promised that I wouldn’t interfere.
The two women put their bag on the ground and took off their raincoat. The other woman, whose first name was Christine, wore a blue blouse and a woolen skirt which reached down to her knees. Lucy wore a green cotton dress. She threw her beret on her raincoat and her long blond hair fell on her shoulders. Christine also had blond hair but I suspected that the rest wasn’t. Her hair was not as long as Lucy’s but thicker. The two women finally took off their heels and it was on her nylon covered feet that they began to circle each other. I approached the area shyly and found a tree trunk where I could sit near the fight scene. I had seen fights between young girls at my private school but I had never seen mature women come to blows. Christine, heavier but shorter, and Lucy, tall and thin, were as far as I was concerned, probably of equal strength.
The women began their fight in silence, timidly at first, staggering on an uneven ground which hurt their feet, then they scratched each other and clutched at each other so that they wouldn’t fall. They scratched each other’s face and chest. Christine’s blouse was the first to rip showing a half-moon bra. Lucy’s dress presented a real challenge to her rival and it was only after gripping the top with both hands that Christine managed to make the suspenders break. . The two women concentrated their efforts on the bras. Pulling with all their might, they were forgetting to hit each other. They shook each other, each grabbing the bra of the other, until the two pieces of female apparel were ripped. Christine sunk her nails into Lucy’s small breasts while my aunt pinched her rival’s nipples with her fingers. Once in a while, they would stop the attack on the breasts to scratch each other’s face. The two women were beginning to show battle scars. Lucy tried to bite Christine’s large breasts but her rival had seen her coming and grabbed her by the hair. By pure instinct, Lucy buried her hands in her rival’s hair. The two women had finally reached the stage of the classic hair-pulling catfight. I was relieved to see that my aunt, who had the disadvantage of having longer hair, was defending herself like a tigress. I could hear the noise of hair being pulled off the scalp and I was asking myself how two women could suffer such pain without screaming. The fight had reached a high point and the two women tore at each other’s hair for some minutes. It was at that time that I noticed I was wet, and I turn red now at the thought. Breathing hard, the two fighters had a truce and backed away a few feet. I mistakenly thought that the fight had ended. Lucy, who had blood on her breasts and scalp, took advantage of the lull to get rid of her dress which was getting in the way. She pulled down the zipper and pushed the dress, which had fallen to the ground, with her foot. Christine threw away her bra which she had around her waist and got rid of the remaining pieces of her blouse. Seeing that Lucy was only in panties and nylons, Christine took off her skirt to be also in panties and nylons.
« I’ve wanted to teach you a lesson for a long time », screamed Christine, breaking the long silence.
« So come on…come on…so I can take you apart, fucking dyke », answered Lucy.
« Ah well that’s tops everything…it’s you who calls me a « fucking dyke » ? You really have some gall…You think that your so-called niece doesn’t know you’re a dyke ? », screamed Christine.
What I had suspected since the scene in the shop was really true ? Aunt Lucy was really a lesbian ? Far from displeasing me, this new facet of Lucy attracted me and I was more and more curious to learn more. These two women were then rivals and had come here to settle old quarrels.
Probably to prevent Christine from divulging everything about her, Lucy attacked her, with feet and fists. Christine fought back and the two women hit each other with much hatred and speed which surprised me for their age. They were both covered in sweat and I could see the outline of their pubic triangle through their panties. Christine was in reality a brunette and her dark furry patch contrasted with Lucy’s lighter one. The violent exchange of kicks resulted in the panties of both women being bunched up in their asscrack. Lucy’s asscheeks were smooth and long while Christine’s were very round and somewhat bumpy. The two rivals got into a bear hug, their breasts crushed against their chest, each attempting to topple the other in a contest of strength. I was very surprised to see Lucy’s strength as she resisted the attack of a woman heavier than herself. From the start, they had fought standing up but I knew that once on the ground, the fight would take another turn. Christine finally tripped Lucy and the two women found themselves on the ground. I stood on my tree stump to see the continuation of the brawl. They traded punches while they rolled on top of one another. At times, pulling hair, other times biting each other’s breasts or neck, the two lesbians fought each other with all the strength they had left. Christine had started to pull down Lucy’s panties and had slipped her hand between her thighs. Lucy had attacked the pubic area of her rival through her panties and tried to pull on her cunt hair. The panties had split by the action of sharp nails. The fight was becoming sexual. I slipped my hand under my skirt, then in my thong and I began, without really being aware of it, rubbing myself, my eyes riveted on the fight. The two women found the strength to stand up again. They took off what was left of their panties and their nylons in shreds. They faced each other naked. It was the first time that I was seeing Lucy naked. Their bodies were covered in sweat, mud and grass. Their hair – at least what was left of it – was dirty and a real mess. Their full bush was wet and sticking to their skin. They didn’t look like two sophisticated women who were engaged in a catfight but rather like two gladiators. They were staring at each other with a mixture of hatred and desire. Even if they were fighting one against the other, it was evident – and I was there as a witness – that their nakedness and the skin to skin contact had excited the two mature women. I could imagine for the first time what aunt Lucy, who had held me on her knees, looked like when she made love. Trying to catch their breath, the two naked women continued to stare at each other, ready to defend herself against an attack by her rival. They looked like they were both drunk. I think that, from that point on, Lucy had forgotten I was there. It was Christine who made the first moves which left me with my mouth wide open. The brunette began to feel her own aching breasts, then slid her hands along her body down to her pubic area. Lucy looked at her, completely frozen. Christine opened her vulva with her fingers and I could see the pink flesh. I saw a malicious smile on my aunt’s face. She straightened her torso, and her small breasts seemed hard and her nipples erect. She opened her legs slightly and slid her right hand on her stomach and then in her blonde pubic hair. She put a finger of her left hand in her mouth. The two women were challenging each other but I was not certain of their intentions. They approached each other and began to move their hips while stroking their vulva. Christine was the first to break the silence :
« So you want to ? Come on …you whore…let’s have it out…do you remember the last time ? », she said in a deep voice.
« Yes I remember very well… », simply answered my aunt.
« Come…you and me….listen I have an idea…the winner gets the young one…your young doll », said Christine laughing.
« Bitch ! « , screamed Lucy, « she’s my niece…don’t get her mixed up in our quarrels. ».
« You niece has a nice ass…you suck her or rub cunts with her ? », continued Christine.
« I’m going to flatten your clam…whore », screamed Lucy.
« Come on…you old dyke…your clam against mine », challenged Christine.
I had never heard my aunt use these words and, before I could regain my composure, the two naked women were wrapped up in each other a few yards from me. Each was hitting the other with her underbelly, arms locked together around her rival’s waist. They were spitting in each other face and the two pairs of breasts were rubbing, crushed together then squeezed sideways with every lateral move. Lucy’s small breasts were completely crushed by Christine’s big tits and my aunt was grimacing in pain. Lucy slid her knee between the big thighs of her rival and I saw Christine open her eyes wide when she felt my aunt’s thigh rubbing against her vulva. Christine imitated my aunt’s move and the two women, riding the other’s upper thigh, were rubbing against each other like two dogs in heat. I was covered in sweat and my panties were very wet. My aunt and this woman were fighting each other with their cunts. Both were screaming insults and biting their tits and face. They were in a trance. Then they fell on the ground, still locked together. I stood on my stump again to see everything. That part of the fight is difficult to describe in any detail since the two fighters were constantly moving. One minute they were hitting each other with their fists, the other minute they were fingering each other’s vulva. They were biting each other’s tits and then fingers were disappearing between the other’s buttocks. I couldn’t believe it when I saw them end up head to toe. They licked each other in this position for a few minutes, with Lucy on top , then Christine. I felt that the two lesbians were giving everything they had and that the fight would end soon. I began to scream and encourage my aunt. They agreed to leave their 69 position to lie on top of each other. The couple- as they had become a couple copulating – rolled about on the humid ground. Sometimes Lucy was dominating her rival, her hips between Christine’s thighs, other times it was Christine who was crushing her with her weight and moving her hips against the lower belly of her rival. This lasted a while and I could see that the fighters were getting exhausted. Lucy took control again after hitting Christine with a right hook. She seemed stunned for a minute. Lucy took advantage of the situation to mount her and opened her thighs with her elbows. I had a great view of the fight, ,my aunt’s ass only a few feet from me. I saw her bend Christine’s legs and jam them under her chest. This move made Christine’s cunt completely accessible to Lucy’s. My aunt opened her thighs and I saw her wide open hairy cunt begin to rub against the hairy cunt of her rival. Their cunt lips were swollen and were rubbing against each other. I knew that their two clits were in a fight to the finish. Christine let out a scream followed by a long moan. Her legs moved as if she was receiving an electric shock then her entire body began to shake. The two mops of pubic hair were completely soaked in cunt juice. The thighs were also covered in the precious liquid. Christine had had her orgasm. Lucy continued to rub against her prey for a minute or two. Christine shook one more time but with less energy. Lucy got up slowly and looked at her rival who was lying on her back, motionless. She was sobbing silently. I saw Lucy approach Christine’s head and open her thighs. I ran towards her.
« Come Lucy…come…let’s go home…it’s over », I told her taking her by the arm.
I found her rain coat and covered her bruised and dirty body. We followed the path to go back to the car. At the end of the forest, Lucy stumbled. I took her in my arms to settle her. I brought her behind a bush and made her sit down to gather her strength. I don’t know what got over me but I took off my panties and opened her rain coat. I huddled against Lucy’s warm body. We hugged. My skirt hiked up, I pushed my stomach against hers. How much time we spent in the forest ? I couldn’t really tell you.
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