Peasant Actresses 3
HGHunt
Chapter 7
Orgasm Racing – Second Half
Joy just sat on the couch relaxing as the clock ticked away and
Emily soaked up the mess on the carpet with towels. The sun had
reached the point that it shown in the west windows and sliding
door, illuminating the room with a golden glow. The clock struck
7:30 while Emily was in the shower. She felt it quite necessary
to be clean for the event to continue. She was determined to not
let Joy succeed in beating her score of 7 forced orgasms. She
felt very strong in her resolve and as much as she had been
enjoying the sexy nature of this entire affair, this was one
time that she would surely use every ounce of her resolve to
keep Joy at bay.
When she finally finished and returned to the living room she
felt refreshed and ready for war (sex). It was 7:45 P.M. and a
breeze had picked up outside and was now blowing steadily
through the open windows. The air was still sticky with the
summer heat but it foretold of changes to come. Emily walked to
the window and looked out for a moment before turning back to
come sit beside Joy on the couch. Joy was still in a happy
relaxed mood, having had 45 minutes to relish her surprise
revenge. Joy felt really good about herself, and with Emily
having taken some time off from sexual activity, she thought
that maybe, just maybe, she actually could force Emily into more
than seven orgasms. She knew that Emily’s resolve would be high,
but she was becoming determined to give it her best shot.
When Emily sat down next to Joy she slid right up beside her so
their legs were touching. She leaned close and kissed Joy on the
cheek softly. “Ok, girl. Let’s find out what you are made of.
Two hours on the timer and seven orgasms to beat. You ready?”
“Hell yes. I’ve been ready for the past 45 minutes. Get over on
the bed little girl.” Emily set the timer for 120 minutes and
headed for the bed where Joy directed her to lay on her back.
Joy knelt beside her and began a front massage, including
Emily’s face, hair, arms, shoulders, tummy, legs and feet. She
deliberately avoided tits and pussy for the first few minutes,
preferring to put her into a relaxed physical state first. This
was much the same technique Emily had used so well on Joy,
except that she had used a back massage to accomplish the same
thing. The massage was physically relaxing Emily all right, but
Emily still burned inside with the flames of hatred practically
consuming her mind. She willed herself to be cold and distant,
even as Joy’s soothing hands caressed her body.
Joy knew she had her work cut out for her but she focused on
Emily’s body very hard. She tried to read every nuance of body
language and sound. At first it was clear to her that Emily was
very tense. Her muscles felt rock-hard beneath her skin and Joy
used extraordinary skill for someone so young in massaging the
tension away. It took nearly ten minutes for her to feel as
though Emily was relaxed enough for any attempt at sexual
pleasure to be even moderately successful. Even then she put in
a couple more minutes of non-sexual massaging before she slowly
shifted her focus towards arousal techniques. It had actually
been hard to avoid that because Emily’s fine large breasts and
blonde-coiffed pussy were so available to her. When she finally
began to shift to arousal massage she started with Emily’s
prominent boobs. They were standing tall like the Grand Teton
Mountains: firm, proud, creamy masses of endowment jutted upward
from her chest. Joy swirled her hands around Emily’s tits and
ended up with her nipples between her fingertips, rolling them
back and forth into hard knobs of expectant pleasure. And
pleasure they got. Joy shifted out of first gear and began
sucking Emily’s hard nipples into her mouth and she used an
infant-like sucking motion, as though she was actually trying to
milk her tits. She traded sides often and kept up the sucking
for a full five minutes before she ever let her hand wander down
to find Emily’s legs already parted a bit. Actually Emily was
just doing her part to play by the rules allowing Joy full
access to her parts. Joy rubbed her hand teasingly across the
‘J’ pattern of pubic hair, grinning as she reminded herself of
her own cleverness. Seconds later her fingers were busy probing
the labia folds of Emily’s pink pussy. She pinched them
(lightly). She rolled them between her fingers. She rubbed them
longitudinally. She slid fingers between them and found the
wetness inside. She massaged them with the palm of her hand,
using firm but gentle pressure. She used the fingers of one hand
to part the lips and used her index finger of the other to
massage the area just inside her lips, all the way from bottom
to top. Emily practically burst inside by trying to ignore the
silky smooth touch and the warm pleasure flowing from her pussy
as Joy used perfectly timed and perfectly soft gentle caresses
to get her warmed up. Maybe Emily’s anger and determination
slowed down her arousal, but it couldn’t be stopped. The wetness
seeping form her cxnt was proof of that. Joy made deep
penetrating strokes with her middle finger inside Emily’s
quivering pussy. With her now wet finger she stroked her clit
with slow, very slow, circular motions, using just enough
pressure to cause it to slide in the opposite direction as she
rotated around the perimeter. Emily’s clit wasn’t listening very
well to her brain and the ministrations of Joy’s practiced
fingers were having their desired effect. Her clitoris became
engorged and sensitive, sending wavelets of pleasure into her
surrounding nerves. The involuntary nervous system began to take
over for the one that Emily tried to control with her brain, but
she couldn’t stop the waves from continuing to crash against the
shore. Each new twiddle of her clit by Joy’s soft touch was like
another wave rolling onto the beach, only to be followed in a
few moments by another. The waves continued to build as Joy put
as many fingers to use as she could. Fingers were rubbing her
labia. Fingers probed inside her hole, sometimes deeply and
sometimes just inside an inch or two. Fingers of both hands all
had a crack at her crack. Emily’s puffy lips were being stroked.
It seemed to Emily that an octopus was loose on her pussy. Joy
used her thumb to twiddle the now prominent clit as she slid two
fingers inside her cxnt-hole. She thrust in and then on the
outstroke her thumb rubbed exquisitely on Emily’s clit. With a
gentle rocking motion she pivoted her hand so that the
sensations oscillated back and forth between vagina and clit. By
this time Joy’s efforts had turned Emily’s involuntary nervous
system on full blast. It was in control and Emily couldn’t
thwart it. Her hips were rocking to the beat of Joy’s pleasing
finger fuck. She rocked and rocked as Joy, motivated by the
response, continued her exact same actions until Emily couldn’t
stop that big wave that was heading toward the shore. Every
eleventh wave to roll onto shore is bigger than the rest and it
was like that with Emily. Wave after wave of wonderful pleasure
hit Emily’s body and every so often a larger wave would strike,
sending her into another higher plateau of bliss. Finally, after
seven minutes of the most wonderfully drawn out pleasure, the
really big wave rolled ashore. It covered the beach, riding
higher up the sand, surging past the earlier limits of its
predecessors, drenching the sand and rocks far up from the surf
zone. It knocked rocks from their perches and uprooted beach
grass with its force. Finally the wave expired and slid back
towards the ocean, cleaning the beach with its withdrawal. The
wavemaster slowly pulled the plug and watched as the wave
departed back from where it came. Joy knew that there would be
more big waves to come.
There was one problem from Joy’s perspective. As successful as
her finger play had been, it had taken quite a long time. The
timer showed 34 minutes had elapsed as Joy let the last flush of
Emily’s orgasm wash back to sea. It had taken a full 20 minutes
longer to reach the first orgasm with Emily. Intent on capturing
as many more orgasms as Emily had hidden inside she didn’t even
quit her clitty play. She just slowed the pace and diminished
the pressure by using just the palm of her hand to massage
gently the entire area around Emily’s pussy. She hoped that once
submitted to orgasm that Emily would find it harder to hold back
further orgasm. Joy swung her body into position where her own
pussy was resting on Emily’s left foot. She was on her knees but
with her knee joint bent she could lean forward and continue her
digital access to Emily’s cxnt.
Emily had a mixture of emotions as Joy set to work on number
two. She had noted the timer and knew that Joy was way behind on
the clock but Emily knew it could still be made up if she didn’t
make every single orgasm take as long as possible. She wasn’t
about to break the rules (after all, she had made them) and
actively work against Joy’s actions, but she was intent on using
every mental power she held to thwart arousal and orgasm. Like
many things this was a dual edge sword. She was trying to
‘forbid’ herself from being aroused or having an orgasm.
Troubling for Emily though, was the fact that with sex, the more
forbidden it is, the more allure it has. And so it was with
Emily. She was glad the first orgasm had taken so long but was
dismayed by the pleasure that had come with it. Even more
dismayed was she when Joy’s continuous pussy manipulation hadn’t
caused her to recoil in horror, but to feel a surge of arousal
coursing through her veins again. This time the arousal level
wasn’t starting from scratch either, but form a higher plane,
maybe halfway there. Involuntarily she began to rotate her hips
within a minute of her last orgasm ebbing away. She even felt
Joy’s pussy resting on the top of her foot and she moved her
foot slowly against Joy’s juicy lips.
Joy was thinking that becoming aroused herself might possibly
translate into heightened arousal for Emily and so she accepted
the foot massage of her pussy and even groaned a bit. She was
acting, hoping that Emily, picking up on Joy’s arousal, would
hasten her own. Whether it helped or not Joy never knew, but one
thing was sure. Emily was on the fast track towards number two.
In only four minutes she was grinding her pussy vigorously
against Joy’s hand and fingers, moaning with renewed passion as
the waves beat against the shore all over again. Her tits were
jiggling all over her chest as her body responded to the
unwanted exploration. Her foot was still pushing upward against
Joy’s slit, but she had lost the focus to keep up any semblance
of reciprocity. Her foot play with Joy’s slit was half-hearted
and ineffective as she succumbed to the feelings rampant inside.
Joy had shifted from subtle clit massage to more vigorous and
direct stimulation, again using many fingers to probe and
massage every intricate fold of Emily’s pussy, both inside and
out. “Oooooooh! Ooooooooh! Ooooooooyes! Do me. Do me. Fuck me.
Fuck me! Oooooooooh Yeeeeeeesssss!” Emily was literally
screaming as the second big wave rocked her body. Joy could
barely keep her fingers in place as Emily bucked and jerked her
body to the inner timing of her orgasm. She bounced on the bed
with such vigor that she nearly bucked right off onto the floor.
Joy had to grab her by the hips and pull her back towards the
middle of the bed to prevent a fall. Only seven minutes had gone
by since number one. Joy was ecstatic that she had brought Emily
to number two so soon.
“If it worked once, it should work again,” Joy was thinking as
Emily’s second orgasm subsided a bit. Her hips were still
rocking to the aftershocks of pleasure as Joy continued her
skillful fingering of Emily’s pussy. With determination etched
on her face, Joy never wavered in her digital plundering of
Emily’s wet pussy. She succeeded in bringing her to her third
orgasm 9 minutes later, and her fourth in another 10 minutes.
Joy was beginning to think of herself as some expert finger
fucker when her attempts to reach #5 were met with a sort of
stalemate. Emily seemed to be enjoying the ride, but she wasn’t
really getting too close to anther orgasm, even after 20 minutes
and so Joy was forced to change tactics.
Emily had been aching with the mental anguish associated with
her inability to slow down orgasms #2,3, and 4, but as #5 didn’t
leap in right after #4, she breathed a sigh of relief. She
glanced at the clock, which read 73 minutes. “Could Joy bring me
off 3 or 4 more times in 47 minutes? I sure hope not,” thought
Emily to herself as Joy had begun her manipulations for seeking
#5. When the twenty minutes had elapsed and Joy changed to
orally gratifying techniques, Emily wasn’t really worried, since
now there was only 27 minutes to go. Her relative good humor
diminished though when Joy’s skillful tonguing began to bring
Emily into the throes of pre-orgasmic bliss in only 2 minutes.
Joy tongued with quick little flicking jabs with the tip against
Emily’s clit. She would wait 4 or 5 seconds between licks. The
anxious waiting between flicks had Emily so exasperated in
anticipation of the next lick that she started humping the air
between her cxnt and Joy’s face in eager prodding for Joy to get
with it and start licking. Joy actually kept the teasing pace up
and it seemed only to increase Emily’s frantic humping action.
In only a minute she was humping so hard and fast that when Joy
finally dove her face directly into Emily’s pussy and rammed her
tongue up against her clit for some hard furious licks that in
only a few seconds Emily burst into orgasm #5, shredding her
belief that the contest was over and that Joy would have no
chance to catch up to her.
Now the timer had moved on to read 1 hr 47 minutes. This contest
appeared to be headed for a photo finish (yes the camera was
still clicking away). Joy had glanced at the clock and knew that
there could be no rest. She had to keep on going and she did.
For only a moment she slid up the rumpled sheets to Emily’s
prone body and sucked deeply on Emily’s nipples for a few
seconds, causing them to distend themselves in quick reaction.
Back down to Joy’s love nest she went. She kneeled between her
legs and slid a pillow under Emily’s butt to raise it higher.
Grabbing her big left tit and pulling it up to her own mouth for
Emily to see, she sucked her own nipple into her mouth, causing
instant arousal by turning it into a nice hard knob. Leaning low
she began to push it all around Emily’s still wet pussy. Up and
down the lips, inside and outside. She spread her labia very
wide and inserted her nipple as far as its shape would allow and
followed that up with vigorous wiggling. Her nipple was very
drenched in Emily’s juices. Emily enjoyed the erotic sensation
even as she hated being forced to enjoy it by Joy. When Joy slid
her nipple out of Emily’s hole and began to push it into and all
around Emily’s clit Emily was forced again to try to thwart the
advancing feelings pushing outward from her groin. Her clit was
enjoying the nipple stimulation as Joy bent to her task. Never
wavering she kept up pushing her hard nipple against Emily’s
clit. She pushed it side to side. She slid it just into the wet
pussy and slid it up against the underside. She flicked it back
and forth across the very tip and she pushed it hard and deep
with slow grinding motions. Joy too was feeling the arousal. Her
nipple was sending waves of horny pleasure washing out through
her body, which only intensified her determined attack on
Emily’s clit. The clock was ticking and ticking and Joy was
getting anxious because she needed not one but two more orgasms
to surge through Emily if she was going to win. Finally (it
seemed to take forever to Joy, but in reality it was only 6
minutes) Emily succumbed again. This time she shouted words of
anger as her body rolled in pleasurable waves across the bed.
“Fuck you, bitch. Fuck you. Oh God, Fuck you!”
Emily’s body was not serving its own master. It was serving the
involuntary nervous system. Joy had succeeded in speeding up the
orgasmic pace after the slow start and now it seemed that she
might actually pull it off. Her motivation to force another
(tying) orgasm out of Emily was met with as much fortitude on
Emily’s part to prevent it. Emily began to think about anything
she could that was not sexy as Joy thrust ahead with her
pleasuring. Emily thought about taking her ACT test and her term
paper for History class. She thought about singing in the choir
at church and in the play last spring. She wished she was up on
stage to sing in glorious harmony with the orchestra. She
dreamed of having the lead role and wowing the audience with her
voice and her acting. She dreamed of Mr. Slater’s face as he
congratulated her at the end of a magnificent final performance.
She dreamed of the cast without Joy. Now that was a very
pleasant thought.
While Emily worked as hard as she could to think of anything
that might slow down her response, Joy had returned to her
cunnilingual efforts. She planted her mouth and its wetness atop
Emily’s pussy and its wetness. She sucked each labia lip deeply
into her mouth and slid her tongue as deeply into Emily’s pussy
as she could force it. With only three minutes to go Joy made a
desperate move. She swung her body around to lie in sixty-nine
with Emily. Thinking that planting her own pussy right smack in
Emily’s face might draw the last bit of sexual desire out of
her, she began sucking hard on Emily’s clit as she rubbed her
nose down firmly into the folds of her pussy. Swiveling her face
into and around Emily’s pussy as her tongue and lips devoured
the pretty clit, Joy was like a wild woman and Emily was
responding. Neither girl could see the clock from their
position, but both knew that it was getting very close to 2 hours.
Emily felt her arousal surge upward again, even with all the
anti-arousal thought she had been thinking. A quick debate
flashed through her brain. With Joy’s pussy planted squarely
above her face should she attack it in hopes of providing
distraction for Joy or would leaving it alone be the best move?
Decisions, decisions. It wasn’t an easy one and she finally
decided that the best bet would be to return the pussy eating
favor, and do it with such vigor, that Joy would be forced to
slow down. She could tell that Joy was turned on as pussy juice
had already been dripping down onto her chin. The internal
debate in her head probably took only 30 seconds before she acted.
Joy felt Emily’s tongue slide deeply into her cxnt as she forced
her nose deeply into Emily’s pussy, to the point that she
couldn’t breathe out of it. Now the two were in a pussy-eating
duel. Emily was trying to distract Joy from her task and Joy was
equally intent on causing a fire alarm of epic proportions to
blast through Emily. The duel was waged with tongues, noses,
lips and chins. The furious pace was bound to tire them out, but
for the fact that not much time was left.
Emily reached around Joy’s ass and pulled it towards her so hard
that she left handprint marks on Joy’s behind.
Ding!
The timer went off as the two girls were sucking clitty like
there was no tomorrow. The timer didn’t stop them, however. As
close as they were to bringing each other off, and neither girl
wanting to be seen as giving up, the clit-sucking duel
continued. Their bodies writhed in ecstasy together. They were
like rutting heathens. Only the basest of emotions coursed
through their veins now. Even though Emily knew she had
technically won the race, she was as intent now on bringing Joy
off before her as if this was a contest of its own. Joy thrust
her ass backwards so hard against Emily’s mouth that it made her
neck crack. Emily paid no attention and kept on licking,
sucking, tonguing Joy’s musky cxnt. Joy grabbed Emily’s ass from
beneath and pulled it up hard against her mouth and the two
pounded each other’s face with the humping and grinding of the
wildest proportions. A nuclear blast couldn’t have separated the
girls right now. Their muscles were tired, but their desire and
motivation were stronger. Their bodies were almost as one, now,
as the goals of each were the same. Their squirming, humping,
pounding pussies were reaching new heights of prolonged ecstasy.
Each girl had come to the edge of orgasm two or three times, and
yet the orgasms did not come. Pushing themselves towards a
physical limit that was unknown to them, they continued. Five
minutes after the timer had gone off and still they were at it.
Ten minutes and they were still at it. 17 minutes actually went
by before the two girls exploded with their own version of a
nuclear blast. The light that flashed in their eyes (even though
they were closed) was brighter than anything they had ever seen.
The shock wave blasted through their tissues with terrifying
speed. The heat of the reaction made their bodies glow as
temperatures shot up above 100 degrees. Their sex organs and
mouths practically melted together from the heat. The delicious
sensations mushroomed into big clouds of wondrous loving
feelings. Never had the power of an orgasm been so intense. It
brought tears to their eyes.
When finally, the two girls could think and breathe again they
rolled apart and sat up to see the other crying. They looked at
each other knowing that they had shared something very special.
It wasn’t as if there had been two orgasms. There had been only
one. But it was exponentially bigger than any they had ever felt
on their own before. They held each other and cried some more.
It took 15 minutes before either could speak a proper word.
“Wow!” Joy commented, “that was pretty intense.” It was an
understatement of course. Emily managed a smile as she looked at
Joy’s face, “Well, I guess that last one was a tie. But I only
had six orgasms within the two hours and so I guess I win.
Aren’t you going to congratulate me?”
Joy smiled back and coyly responded, “Congratulations. Ha! I
think we should both get some kind of award for that last one.
That was incredible. I have never came so hard in my life. I
thought my body was going to split apart into a million pieces.”
“Yeah, that was pretty amazing. I could feel your heat just
jumping at me through your pussy. My orgasm surpassed all the
others by a long shot. I wonder if we could ever duplicate that
one?” She caught herself, thinking back on the reason they were
here. Seeking mutual pleasure wasn’t the reason and she wasn’t
too sure she hadn’t already said too much. Joy noted that Emily
cut herself off and she eased the direction back a bit towards
combat by saying, “Well, maybe it could be duplicated sometime,
but I think we still have some unfinished business to tend to.”
Emily was actually relieved to hear that from Joy. She had just
had the most intense and wonderful orgasm of her 19-year-old
life and she was now telling herself that it was just a
20-minute aberration and that she must return to the
confrontational sexuality mode. Oh what delicious torment!
