Dreams and Awakening (4/4,FF,SEXFIGHT) Dreams and Awakening - Part Four: The Dream Made Flesh Christie slowly stepped back. The cool water had molded the crop-top to her breasts, and her nipples strained at the fabric. She saw that Melissa's T-shirt was equally wet, the breasts jutting out, and dark nipples at attention. They both reached for their tops. Christie pulled hers over her head, dropped it to the floor, and her globes bounced free. She rubbed them with the palms of her hands, closing her eyes as she enjoyed the feeling, the cool air making her nipples stiff and acutely sensitive. Melissa peeled of her shirt and dropped it on the bench. She looked down at her darker-hued tits, and twirled the large nipples with her thumb and forefinger of each hand. She made a low sighing sound. Christie moved her hands to her hips, and quickly skinned the briefs down her legs, kicked them aside, and stood up. Her vulva was wet and red from sexual effort. She kept her eye on Melissa as her neighbor swiftly pulled down her shorts and nudged them aside with her shapely feet. Melissa's pussy had a matted moist thatch of dark hair over the lips, which were slightly parted and speckled with moisture. They stood there, nude before each other, awaiting the next move with anticipatory pleasure. Christie took a moment to drink in the sight of this beautiful woman standing there, with wet skin and perfect breasts, and deeply sniffed the air. She smelled the tangy scent of sweaty exercise, and the deeper musk odor of sexual heat. It nearly made her swoon. Melissa looked her blonde neighbor up and down, from the tips of her toes to the breath-catching joining of pelvis and thigh, up to the pert, supple breasts, and the sweet, sweet face. Melissa tilted her head, and said, "Sweetheart, I'm going to fuck you until you cry." Christie slipped her finger down to her vagina, slid it between the folds and collected a film of juice on it. She reached out and slowly wiped it on Melissa's upper lip. She said, "And I will fuck you until you beg for my tender mercy." Melissa grabbed the hand and sucked the moist finger into her mouth, getting every drop of juice. She dropped the hand and moved towards Christie. She grabbed the blonde's upper arms tightly and marched her backwards until Christie's back was against the wall. Christie allowed herself to be pushed back until she felt the rough surface of the wallboard against her back. Then she had no time to think because Melissa's mouth was on hers, hard and wet, tongue insistent and probing. Melissa's leg was sliding upward to her crotch, rubbing her pussy. Their breasts were squeezed together, pebbly nipples meeting. Melissa's thigh kept pushing upward, and her juices were leaking around it. Christie started to moan with arousal and need. Christie moved her legs behind Melissa's. She pushed with her hands and Melissa went over backwards onto the mat with a cry. Christie followed her down, and snaked her hand between Melissa's open legs and felt two fingers plunge into the vagina. Melissa arched her back and whooped with erotic delight. Christie worked her hand in and out, and Melissa gushed. Christie found she could work a third finger in. Melissa's hips started heaving, and she rolled her head from side to side, eyes shut tight. Christie saw what was happening, and she wondered if she could do it. She folded her four fingers and thumb together and started to push. Melissa's eyes snapped open and she saw between her legs when Christie made the final shove and her fist was deep inside her pussy. "OH DEAR GOD!" she howled. "OH, GOD!" She screamed her orgasm, and her vagina contracted in strong waves around Christie's hand, liquid pouring out, her hips bouncing strongly on the mat. She felt the tears run down her cheeks as the bliss radiated out from her pelvis in peaks and troughs. Melissa moved backwards and Christie's hand, slick with fluid, popped out. Christie watched with a smile, her own breath fast and deep. Melissa looked at her. She panted, "You got lucky....oh, you got lucky. Just wait...wait." Christie waited. After a few minutes they got to their feet. Melissa seemed to get her second wind. They started to circle each other. Melissa feinted to the right, then moved quickly left. It got Christie unaware, and Melissa grabbed her and threw her down. Melissa dropped down and sat on Christie's stomach. She reached out with her hands and placed them on Christie's breasts. She bent forward. Christie reached up and placed the palms of her hands on Melissa's tits. Melissa leaned with her weight, her hands pressing, squeezing the flesh, as she felt her own fleshy globes flatten. Christie grunted. The pressure on her breasts was higher than anything she had felt before. It shot waves of pleasure and pain through her body. She worked her fingers, digging into Melissa's tits. Melissa suddenly removed her hands from Christie's chest, and knocked Christie's hands from their own target. She moved down and her tits pancaked against Christie's, the nipples poking the tender flesh. Melissa moved her lips down to Christie's ear, and hissed, "You ain't gonna believe what happens next, babycakes." Melissa stood up quickly. Before Christie could rise, Melissa turned around, bent down and grabbed Christie's legs. Christie felt her legs go up in the air until Melissa could work her strong arms around Christie's middle. Then she was bodily lifted up, until she was upside down, her crotch right at Melissa's face, and her upside down head staring at the pussy she had ravaged with her fist moments before. How the hell did this happen? Before she could ponder the physics of the matter, she was startled by the sheer thrill of bliss that worked through her. Melissa was licking her pussy, great wet licks, up and down the slit, the tip of the tongue finding the hard little clitoris. Upside down, Christie started to moan. Melissa knew how to give head in any position. She felt her body start to twitch as Melissa's tongue worked into her vagina, her mouth open and swallowing the copious flow that issued from the hot opening. Christie felt the orgasm approaching, like a wave starting to break on shore. A large wave. "Ahhh---uhhhhh--Oh, you bitch, you bitch, you bitch, you sweet, sweet bitch! Suck meeee!" Melissa obliged. Her tongue concentrated on Christie's stiff clit, stroking the wet pearl. She felt her Christie stiffen, and then her hips moved, and Christie bellowed her climax, waves of wanton pleasure coursing through her upside down body. Melissa bent her legs and let Christie's head gently to the mat. As she laid her out, she moved backwards until her cunt was placed softly on Christie's mouth. Melissa let out a gutteral sigh as she wiped her pussy against that face. Christie inhaled the sweet sexual girl scent, and licked the pussy lazily. Melissa leaned down and brought her lips down to the mound that the she just so thoroughly ravished. They maintained a slow sixty-nine, gentle until the cunt honey began to flow. The quiet orgasm hit them both at the same time. Tears leaked from Christie's eyes, as Melissa's fluids drained into her mouth. After a few minutes they sat up. They knew it wasn't over. They moved forward, legs spread, their hands behind them, scuttling like crabs. They came into position, their legs wide open, the labia winking, then backed up, and circled, still in the crablike motion. Christie and Melissa moved a little closer together. They each took a deep breath, pressed their hands outward, and their pelvises shot forward and slammed into each other. Again they did this, their swollen mounds meeting with wet smacks. Their fluids made little puddles on the vinyl mats. Ten, fifteen, twenty times their pussies collided. Melissa and Christie hissed and groaned with pulsating sensation at each contact. The next time, they didn't back up. They joined their pussies together, and grabbed each other around the back. They worked the wet, reddened vulvas against each other, still sitting up, legs crossed and twined around their backs. Their eyes closed as they felt their clits come into intimate contact, sending undulations of absolute bliss through their bodies. Melissa groaned, and pushed Christie down. Christie tried to get back up, but Melissa quickly pinned her, hands to shoulders. Melissa spread her legs, and mounted Christie, her cunt rubbing Christie's. Christie humped her hips upward, sending her mound sliding against Melissa's. Melissa leaned forward, and their tits met, nipples touching, stiffening. Melissa's mouth opened and she kissed Christie roughly, stabbing her tongue down. Christie fought, her tongue poking up, meeting Christie's in a pink, wet duel. Their hips started to move faster, the pussies met with each jerk of the hips, and the liquid was pouring out their sweet holes ever faster. Harder still they humped each other, their breathing getting faster. They found voice, softly at first, then louder, "...yes...yes...yes...yes..yes.yes..YES! YES!" It was approaching, like a storm, like the sweeping beam of the lighthouse that warns against the storm. Closer, closer, their hearts beating in twain, their cunts fucking each other. The clits met, and stabbed at each other with exquisite sensitivity, they fucked each other with their clits, or it seemed like that. They each gripped the other's shoulders in viselike hands, and both screamed, "Oh...Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" They came. They came in great radiant floods of agonizing joy, the consuming lust being spent in the pounding flesh and spurting juices. They came until they could come no more. They lay there for what seemed like hours, aftershocks of delight hitting them again and again. Melissa rolled off Christie and onto her back. Christie turned so that she could rest in Melissa's arms. As she lay there, her lips nuzzling Melissa's cheek, she whispered endearments. "...bitch...," she said softly. Melissa stroked her back, and said, with equal softness, "...cunt...". "...whore...," Christie whispered. "...slut...," Melissa breathed. "I love you." "I adore you."