The Legend of Molly and Running Deer

Based on story by Gotjack

The Legend of Molly and Running Deer: Late Night Encounter

By JB57

Two weeks after their first encounter:

Molly turned out her final customer of the night, a young man who had been well-endowed but almost completely lacking in sexual skills. She sighed. She did not particularly enjoy her work, but she knew that she was trapped in the life that had been forced upon her. Her recent friendship with Running Deer had added a new spark and purpose to her days. It was good to have a friend to care about and to watch her back. But she knew that she wanted far more from her life, and she was sure that Running Deer did, too. Molly’s most recent run-in with Travis had convinced her that she could not continue living like a virtual slave to a man she despised. She knew that she had to do something about him and she even knew what she had to do. She just was not sure that she had the nerve to act.

She sighed again, more deeply than before. It was late at night and she was tired. Still, she prepared a mixture of cleaning agents in a large porcelain bowl. Completely naked, she journeyed out into the hall with the bowl and approached a small dumb waiter at the end of the corridor. The dumb waiter went down to the kitchen, where the cooks were given standing orders to have a large pot of hot water ready for the women in the brothel above, at least until business stopped for the night. Molly pulled the pot up, used a ladle to fill her bowl, then carried the steaming water into the bathroom at the end of the hall. She used the hot water to sponge down her beautiful body, taking care to rub her vagina and douche her vaginal canal, cleaning out her insides, and hopefully protecting herself from the ailments so common to women in her line of work.

As she washed, she noticed another porcelain bowl on the bathroom counter, and recognized it as Rinnie’s bowl. Apparently, Rinnie had also finished for the night and had already cleaned up. Molly finished washing, emptied her bowl into the sink, then placed it inside of Rinnie’s bowl and prepared to leave. The servants would pick up the bowls in the morning to wash them. The act of placing her bowl inside of Running Deer’s receptacle sent a not-unfamiliar thrill through the blonde woman’s voluptuous body. She began to wonder if Running Deer was still awake and if the native woman might like some …company.

Molly felt herself getting hot as she thought about Rinnie’s beautiful body, as she remembered the thrill of the vicious titfight that had been the first step towards their friendship. Since that time, she and Rinnie had fought topless a few times since, matching and challenging each other tit to tit, clawing and slapping and pounding at each other in rage and barely-contained sexual jealousy as they resolved one petty dispute or the other. But they had not yet gone at each other pussy to pussy. Molly cast her mind back to the afternoon of their first titfight, when they had lolled around in the warm water of the tub, facing each other with their legs spread wide and their cunts splayed out before each other. Each woman had taunted and challenged the other with her cunt. Their friendly conversation had not fully masked the sexual hunger and rivalry flowing between them. But they had not yet acted on that challenge. Molly began to think that maybe they should not wait any longer. She longed to see which of them had the more powerful pussy. Her sense of sexual competition came back full strength. She found herself getting wet, her labia started to get hot.

Molly shook her head, trying to push these thoughts out of her mind. Running Deer was probably asleep by now, anyway. With that thought, Molly opened the bathroom door and stepped into the hall.

Running Deer was standing at the far end of the hall, completely naked. The Indian woman started. Then her dark eyes swept over Molly’s equally naked, equally beautiful body. As the women locked eyes once again, Molly knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Rinnie was having exactly the same thoughts that she was. The native woman’s thick, beautiful cunt was already glistening with moisture. Her eyes glowed with heat. Rinnie licked her dry lips hungrily.

Molly felt her pussy lubricate powerfully. A moment later, she felt pussy juice starting to dribble down her thigh. “Oh god,” she thought, “Oh god, oh yes.” She now knew, without any question, that she and Running Deer would finally meet, hot, hungry twat to hot, hungry twat, swollen clit to swollen clit, this very night.

The women’s cunts dripped with arousal. Their twats pulsed with the raw, pure desire to fight and mate. Their eyes glowed with hunger. Molly and Running Deer moved closer and closer, their hands on their hips, their eyes locked defiantly. They licked their lips in anticipation of the erotic battle to come.

The women shook their tits at each other, the massive glands bouncing and quivering. They both cocked a hip forward, challenging each other’s body.

”What do you want, Rinnie?” Molly asked. “Why are you haulin’ your little naked ass around?”

“I could ask you the same question, Molly,” Rinnie replied, her voice a low purr.

“I’m just finishing up my last job for the night and cleaning up. I like being clean, not like you.”

The women were now only inches apart, their heavy tits swaying mere inches from touching, nipples hard and straight. Rinnie growled. She spread her feet, her hands on her hips, and cocked out her pelvis in challenge. Molly snarled back, but the excitement burning in her blood was irresistible. She pushed up to Molly and carefully, lustfully, thrust her aching tits into Running Deer’s matching rack.

The women pressed tight, tit to tit. Both women shuddered as their hard, hot nipples met, pulsing and pushing against each other. But they did not stop there. Rinnie thrust out her pelvis; Molly pushed back. The women’s pelvises quickly locked and trembled as the two beauties shoved and wrestled against each other. The thick mats of their opposing pussy fur crunched together. The heat from their wet pussies radiated up to their bodies. Rinnie and Molly struggled, their powerful pelvises pushing and shoving, quivering with effort. They thrust back and forth, their angry, lustful faces only inches apart, their flesh sliding, their moist cunts growing ever hotter and wetter with each powerful thrust.

Molly put her hands behind her, bracing herself against the wall, and shoved hard. Rinnie put her hands behind herself, catching herself on the opposite wall, preventing herself from falling down. She braced her body with her arms, then thrust back.

Both women groaned, incredible lust burning in their loins. Their thick cuntfur crushed and grated as they shoved and wrestled pelvis to pelvis, their hard bellies slapping, the slick flesh sliding on their cunt juice, their mats of pussy hair tangling and scratching, meshing into one. Their hot inner thighs pressed and slid. They arched their pelvises forward just a little more. Molly and Rinnie gasped as the thick, soft lips of their wet, hot vaginas caressed, slick flesh sliding against slick flesh. Their cunts squashed, then melted together.

Rinnie threw back her head and snarled with pleasure. Her pants came in hot blasts as she struggled to keep from crying out. She knew that Travis would be very angry if he caught Molly and her doing this to each other. But she did not care; she had to have this, she had to have it so badly. Rinnie had wanted to meet Molly cunt to cunt ever since their first battle, and she could not stop now.

Molly gritted her teeth and moaned, her own pants of pure lust and pleasure building to a fever. She struggled to keep her quiet cries of pleasure from erupting into screams of joy. Both women pushed harder and harder, working their cunts into each other with greater force, both straining to spread and flatten the other’s vaginal lips, to penetrate the other’s labia, to bring their aching, throbbing clits into direct contact. They were desperate for this final, delicious contact. They wanted nothing more than to rub those most sensitive organs together, to grind burning clits into a froth of pleasure, until they both exploded with sexual agony.

Both women gasped, then went rigid with sensation, their bodies quivering, their muscles trembling with ecstasy, as their swollen, glistening, unbearably sensitive clits finally met. Rinnie groaned out loudly, clenching her teeth in agony, barely able to keep herself from shrieking incoherently. Molly sobbed desperately and managed to stifle a scream of joy. Their long tongues extended from their mouths and they licked their dry lips and panted harder. Their hard, pulsing tits were compressed into one. Their sharp, rock-hard nipples jousted and fenced, grinding and penetrating each other and mating as the women’s fully aroused tits rolled and ground into one mass of steaming erogenous flesh.

Their arms quivered as the women pushed into the walls on the opposite sides of the hall. They moved their bodies up and down, up and down, sweaty bellies gliding, their clits grinding and rubbing and fusing, struggling with greater and greater force. Their cunts formed a joist, a meshing and merging of the hot, wet, hungry sex clams between their legs as they fucked harder and harder, riding each other up the pleasure curve, each woman trying to outfuck the other, to force more pleasure on her foe than she could take. At the same time, each woman craved the ecstasy of this clit to clit fuckfight. Pussy juice flowed down their powerful thighs from their interlocked twats, trickling down to their straining calves. They stood on tiptoe as they penetrated each other at the top of each thrust, then lowered themselves to their heels, before driving back up onto their tiptoes to thrust deeply into each other yet again, clits stroking with agonizing pleasure.

“Hh, hhh, hhhhhh,” Molly whispered, moaned, panted as the sensations became unbearable. “Fuck, fuck you Rinnie,” the blonde beauty gasped, sobbing at her brown-skinned foe.

“Kiss my cunt, Molly,” Rinnie managed to choke in reply, her body vibrating with the intensity of the clit rubbing fuck that was rippling through her body.

The women’s tits were pulsing and straining with heat and friction and were soaked with sweat. Their nipples were burning with heat and arousal, their bellies were pressed tight and sliding in the light perspiration that had broken out over their voluptuous forms. The constant rasping sound of their pubic hair tangling and grinding filled the hall, but so did the wet, juicy sound of two hot cunts kissing and sucking. Their two hard clits were pressing and stroking, rubbing and grinding, sending bolts of incredible erotic electricity roaring through their supremely aroused bodies. The women’s sighs and muffled groans and barely-suppressed screams of pleasure continued to build and build, along with the raw ecstasy wracking their warring forms.

It was just too much. Crying out, Molly pushed her face forward, extending her tongue. Rinnie eagerly opened her mouth, thrusting out her own tongue in greeting. The women’s mouths and lips closed over each other, their tongues pushed and twisted and tangled, struggling for dominance. Molly and Rinnie stifled their screams of pleasure inside of each other’s throats. An orgasm of delicious, overwhelming, excruciating intensity exploded through their mated bodies, roaring up from their pulsing clits, filling their engorged tits, hardening their locked nipples into spears, blasting through every muscle in their struggling bodies as the sheer pleasure built and built, until it made both women feel that their heads would explode off their shoulders.

They sucked mercilessly at each other’s tongues and lips, tears and sweat ran down their faces as the intensity of the orgasm and their struggle to keep from expressing their joy forced them to higher and higher levels of pleasure. Moaning, groaning with animal need, the women ate each other’s cries and swallowed back each other’s spit. Pussy juice flowed down their pressed thighs like a river of cum as they gushed time and again, filling each other’s vaginal canals, feeling their hot juices mix and merge, joining them together in the ultimate intimacy. Their pussy lips were flattened against each other, throbbing with heat and wetness, meshed and fused into one thick, fleshy kiss. They struggled in vain to merge their voluptuous bodies into one straining mass of sex-saturated flesh.

As the orgasms subsided, Molly and Rinnie slowly lowered themselves to the floor, their arms still pushing hard into the walls behind them, their bodies pressed tight, their cunts pulsing, refusing to let each other go. When their powerful asses hit the floor, both women quickly wrapped their arms around the other and, sitting in the middle of the hall, the beautiful women locked even more deeply into a tongue-twisting kiss. Their cunts continued to exchange tight, spasmic squeezes, their pussy lips pushed flat and sucked into one, their hard clits crossed and crushed and throbbing with pleasure, pulsing in time to the beat of their pounding hearts. Pussy juice trickled down from their interlocked crotches, moistening the hardwood of the hall floor on which they sat. Exchanging hot spit, the women finally broke the kiss and glared at each other through sex-glazed eyes, their noses touching, their lips brushing, sharing gasping pants of pleasure and exhaustion.

“You fucker,” Molly moaned at her rival, her body thrumming with incredible pleasure. God, that had been so good! And she could not wait for more.

“Suck my tits, you blonde bitch,” Rinnie groaned back. The half-Indian woman’s eyes were shining with heat.

The women were preparing to resume their clit to clit battle, when they heard the sound of footsteps on the stairs. Their eyes widened then, in a flash, they pushed away from each other. Cunts separated with a gentle popping sound; their thick cuntfur ripped apart, leaving lighter and darker hair deliciously intermixed. Mixed pussy juice splattered the wood floor as the women’s hungry cunts sucked apart. Rinnie staggered to her feet and immediately headed down the hall, towards the bathroom. Molly forced her rubbery legs to stand her up and made her way a short distance the opposite way down the hall to her room. She opened the door as quietly as she could and hustled in, anxious to avoid being seen.

Molly staggered over to her bed and sat down. In a moment, a wet spot had formed on the bed sheet under her wet ass. Tension and heat flowed through her body. Her thighs were slick with cunt juice. Despite the delicious orgasms that she and Rinnie had just shared, she could still feel the sexual desire nesting in her body, gradually growing hotter and stronger. Molly heard the sound of revelers going by outside. Evidently, some of the other girls still had not finished for the night.

Molly sat on the bed, naked, panting, her tits aching, waiting and hoping that Running Deer would soon join her. Surely the dark-haired beauty could not have been satiated by their delicious encounter in the hall? Surely she would want much, much more?

After ten minutes, Molly began to give up. She sighed. The dampness on her skin had started to dry, the pussy juice was crusting between her thighs. The sexual fever still burned hot between her legs and she considered going and knocking on Rinnie’s room door. Maybe the other woman was expecting Molly to come to her.

Molly walked toward her bedroom door and prepared to open it, to check the hall, before making her way down to Rinnie’s room. As her hand touched the doorknob, however, she heard Travis’ gruff voice in the hall.

“What are you doing out here in your birthday suit, Running Deer?” he asked.

Molly heard Rinnie’s response. “I was just washing up, Travis,” the black-haired woman replied.

“Well,” Travis said. “You do that, then come back to your room. I’ve got a hankering for a good fuck,” he said with a barking laugh. Molly could hear the telltale gruffness of Travis’ voice, the sign of his growing lust.

Molly returned to her bed and lay down. She did not really care that Travis was going to have sex with Running Deer rather than her. What she did resent was that Travis was standing in the way of her chance to spend the night with Molly, fucking and fighting. She was frustrated. But she swore that her frustration would be only temporary. At the first chance, she would get her hands on Running Deer again. And then, they would go cunt to cunt until they could not stand it anymore.

The End