Interview With A Sexfighter (3/3,FF,Sexfight)

Q:  Did you have any thoughts about this when it was
going on?
A:  Mostly I couldn't believe how fucking lucky I was.
 This beautiful woman picks me up in a bar and has an
incredible home on the island.  And we're
participating in a sexfight that's blowing my mind.

Q:  So what happened next?
A:  Well, we're facing each other, standing about five
feet apart.  We're starting to catch our breath.  I
noticed that she had a closely trimmed pussy.  I could
see the dark lips, slightly apart.  I saw that she
stared at mine, which is usually pretty hairy.

We started to move slowly towards each other.  First
our hands meet, down at our sides.  We grasped each
other's hands, and squeezed.  We then brought our
hands up, over our heads.  As we did this, our chests
rose, our tits got higher, and our nipples touched
again.

We embraced, gently this time.  Our hips moved
together and our bushes brushed into each other.
While our breasts softly slid together, we rubbed our
cunts together and kissed.

The beat of our movement quickened.  Our pussy lips
would splay outward as they hit each other, and we
would grab our butts and grind against each other.
God, we were so damned wet!   I could feel the juice
drip from my pussy.  My clit was as stiff as a board,
and I could feel it touch hers.  We both let out
little yips of joy when that happened.

Soon the pussy fight got to be too intense to continue
standing up.  We were both moaning, and she was
muttering what I think were French endearments into my
ear.  We lowered ourselves down to the mat, and she
mounted me.

Satin panted, "Here it comes, Cheri .  Oh, Mon Dieu!"

She brought her hips down onto mine.  My legs were
spread so wide and my cunt welcomed her crushing
sensual impact, her bristly wet snatch pushing into
me.  I normally want to make the other woman come
first - it's just my dominant streak - but this exotic
beauty had me intoxicated.

I wrapped my legs around her waist as her ass rose and
fell.  I placed my hands on that delightful butt and
squeezed.  We were both in fine voice, crying our
combative lust to the stars.  I could feel my orgasm
approaching.  It was like a rubber band being wound,
getting tighter and tighter.  Soon....soon....oh, sweet
God, fuck me, you incredible bitch!

When I came, I damned near bucked her off me, my hips
were bouncing about like a jumping jack.  And right
behind me, she screamed out and started coming.  I
felt my cunt spurt out a stream of female ejaculate,
right onto her pussy.  I was slammed with libidinous
quakes.  Every bit of me was coming, from my toes to
my eyebrows.

After the quaking subsided, we sat up.  She
knee-walked over to the table and got the champagne
bottles.  She handed one to me, and I drank the
fizzing wine down gratefully.
She sat down on the pad, and sipped her drink.

She idly caressed her wet slit while she looked at me.
 "Oh, Tara, that was miraculous, no?  You and I, we
found something out of fantasy."

I extended my bare foot and rubbed the sole on her
coffee-with-cream colored thigh.  "Satin, it did seem
like something out of a fairy tale.  But not like the
fairy tales I read when I was a little girl."

She smiled at me. "Oh, no.  So what kind of fairy tale
is it when the two princesses fight and make love at
the same time?"

I said, "The best kind."

Q:  Was that the end?
A:  Oh, no!  After that, we got in the spa.  She
turned on the aerator, and we finger-fucked each other
in the hot water as a million bubbles tickled our
skin.  This time, I made her come first, pumping three
fingers in and out of her cunt as she did the same to
me.  She clutched my neck with her arm, crying out
again and again as the contractions shook her.  The
juices just poured out of her.

Then she kissed me roughly as she worked her fingers
in my pussy.  She hit the G-spot, and then I came and
came.  God, what a night!  But the best was yet to
come.

Q:  What topped that?
A:  After we recovered from the second orgasm, she got
out of the tub, and said, "Follow me, cheri ."  Naked,
she left the deck and went around the house on a grass
path.

I followed.  She led through a path with wild growth
on either side.  Ever so often, a dim yellow lamp on a
post gave just enough light to see by.

We came out onto the beach.  Twenty yards away was a
stunningly beautiful sight.  Under a sky brimming with
stars, the ocean crashed onto the beach.  The
phosphorescent plankton were plentiful, and dim
sparkles of golden light fired up as the waves broke.

Satin looked at me and said, "Is magic, no?"

I held my breath.  I've never seen such an ethereally
haunting sight.  The Milky Way was overhead, running
from horizon to horizon.  The sound of the waves was
hypnotic.  It was like every beautiful dream you've
ever had, and when you wake up and realize it wasn't
real, part of you cries.

Satin took my hand, and we ran down to the beach,
laughing with delight.  We trotted out into the water.
 The waves were about three or four feet high, and we
dived into them.  We danced and swam in the
luminescent surf, touching each other here and there,
caressing a pussy here, kissing a stiff nipple there.

We joined our hands and body surfed, our legs tangling
together, our hair dripping with the warm salt water.

Eventually, we scissored our legs together in the
shallows, and as the waves hit us, we battled with our
cunts again.  We dug our hands into the wet sand for
leverage, and moaned our need and lust as we crushed
our pussies together.  The water would crash down over
our heads, and still we smashed our aching cunts into
each other.

We struggled in erotic war under a jeweled sky, in the
shining ocean until we screamed our orgasm to the
stars and the surf.

To this day, I treasure that memory, and the memory of
Satin.

Q:  And you never saw her again?
A:  Much later, she drove me back to my hotel room.
We kissed.  "Au revoir, cheri ," she said softly.

Somehow I managed to get through the next day.  I
asked around.  No one at the bar or hotel knew who she
really was.  I rented a car, and tried to trace the
path to that house.  I failed.

(Long pause)  Perhaps it's best.  Perhaps the very
best things in life are singular.

Q:  Tara, I think we can finish here.  You have
certainly shown that sexfighting is very erotic
activity.  But it sounds like it's more than that.
A:  Aggression has always been a component of sex.
Done properly, it adds a great deal to the enjoyment.
We struggle in our daily lives, against others and
ourselves.  We are competitors.  But we need not be
enemies.  Erotic combat uses struggle to achieve
closeness.

Q:  Thank you, Tara.
A:  You're welcome.