Jen plays defense

Throughout their match, it had become apparent that scoring points was much harder when both opponents were covered in oil. They were so slippery that they couldn’t get a good grip on each other and by the time one of them got a point, the other girl had slipped away again. Knowing this, Jennifer concluded that Claire would have a harder time catching up if Jen went on the defensive.

Both ladies were splayed out on the ring mat. Jen rested as long as she could, watching for Claire to get up first.

As soon as the brown haired, blue eyed girl got to her hands and knees, Jen roused as well. Claire slowly made her approach, crawling carefully towards Jen. Jen circled around the ring, keeping them spaced apart. Neither wanted to risk standing up and slipping over. They faced off like a couple of territorial cats, crawling low, not leaving any openings for their opponent to capitalize on.

Claire cautiously pressed forward. Her feline slinking was matched by Jen’s back tracking. Slowly but surely, Claire was backing Jen into the corner.

“Careful you don’t lose by going out of bounds,” Claire warned her. There was no circle boundary drawn on the ring mat, so a ring out would be literally getting out of the ring.

Jen backed into the turnbuckle. She was cornered! She pulled herself up to her feet. At least now she was against something solid enough to push off of and escape.

Claire made a feint, but Jen didn’t bite. She remained vigilant, only batting away her opponent’s grabby hands. Claire decided to lunge in for a tackle, but Jen was able to climb the ropes and hop over the brunette’s nude body, landing, then slipping and sliding back onto the center of the ring.

Claire suddenly caught on to Jen’s strategy. She glanced at the clock, realizing she didn’t have much time left! She bounded off the corner and pounced after her slippery prey. Jen saw her coming, jumping straight up and landing on the brunette’s back!

Jen tried to wrap her legs around Claire’s head while her arms snaked around the gym worker’s waist. She squeezed tight, feeling a dull throbbing in her loins as she wrapped around Claire’s soft, supple body. Claire twisted around, causing their flesh to rub against one another, making Jen feel even more aroused. The petite blonde leaned into her aroused state, wrapping her arms under to grab Claire’s pussy. Claire had her arms around Jen as well now and they fell into a sixty nine position.

Both women began licking, but Claire knew this wouldn’t score her any points until she got control of the situation. She squeezed her legs around Jen’s head until her oily thighs popped free. Jen defensively backed off, not letting her opponent jump her as they disengaged.

Claire did not relent though. She glided over, pulling Jen’s feet towards her. Like a puck on ice, Jennifer was sliding over to the smiling brunette. Jen tried to pull away but couldn’t get a grip on the oiled up mat. Their pussies smashed together in a wet and spongy bump!

Jen tried to use the momentum of their bodies bouncing off one another to get away, but Claire held her ankles, keeping her in range. Jen tried to tighten her knees together but Claire had her leg wedged between them and used her weight to spread Jen back open. Jen gasped, feeling herself being split apart by the other woman’s toned gams. Her vulva was tingling with excitement even while she desperately wanted to get away. She felt the weight of Claire’s body pressed up against her. Pussy touched pussy. She resigned herself to a loss but was consoled by the fact that it was going to be an enjoyable experience getting tribbed by this cute girl.

Suddenly the buzzer went off!

“Aww man!!!” Claire bemoaned, rolling off of her rival. “I was so close!”

“Wha…?” Jen stated, dumbfounded. She stared up at the lights in disbelief. “I won?”

“I would have caught up if you just stopped squirming!” Claire complained.

Jennifer sat up, energized by her victory. “I won!” she announced with jubilation. She got to her knees and slid over to her defeated opponent.

“Yeah, well you don’t have to rub it in,” Claire commented sarcastically. She wasn’t visibly upset by the loss. In fact, she had a glint in her eyes, knowing what was about to come from her loss.

“Actually…” Jen thought out loud about Claire’s remark. “I think I do…” The strawberry blonde crawled over her prize, looking like a petite conqueror hovering over the slender brunette. Claire stared up at Jen, barely hiding a rueful smile. Jen smiled back and leaned her body into Claire’s.

The feeling of their soft, oiled up skin rubbing against one another stoked the fire in the normally demure blonde’s belly. She rubbed her pussy over Claire’s mound, shivering from the feel of her new sub’s feminine contours. Her pussy felt plump and ripe, giving the slightest of resistance when she pushed her own juicy mound against it. She hoisted up one of Claire’s legs and proceeded to scissor her legs around.

“I was actually looking forward to this during the match,” she admitted to her former opponent.

Claire eyed Jen’s glistening, pink pussy and smiled. “I would have liked it better during the match, but losers can’t be choosers,” she shrugged.

Now that the match was over, there was no need to struggle and she could enjoy this as much as Jen. The girls let out audible sighs in unison as their peaches touched once more. This time, it was Jen guiding the motion, making smooth strokes against Claire’s slit like she was brushing a vertical line.

“Aahhh…” Claire sighed, moving along with the stroking motions. Her leg trembled in Jen’s hand.

Jen pressed her body against the tight brunette’s vulva. She could already feel herself leaking. The natural lube allowed her to move faster and harder. Soon, she was panting and bouncing her body, meshing her pussy against Claire’s. Both ladies cried out in pleasure as the petite blonde continued to hump unabated.

Claire did her best to brace herself on the floor, but the oil still covered everything, making it impossible. She gave up on the floor and dedicated her attention to holding onto Jen so they didn’t slide apart from each bump.

Jennifer could feel beads of sweat forming up on her oiled body. She was covered in all sorts of bodily fluids at this point, which made her feel depraved and even more aroused. She rested Claire’s leg against her chest and started licking the brunette’s calf while her hips grinded into her sub’s split legs. Their bodies were gushing and made wet slop sounds as their pussies smacked into each other. It was like their nether regions were trading hungry wet kisses. Soon, the gym filled up with the debaucherous sounds of their hot lesbian sex!

Jen felt her body reactively stiffen up. The match winner was doing her best to hold on for as long as she could, but her arousal level was at its peak. She let out a high pitched moan through her heavy panting. Claire could sense her condition and continued on, grinding her hips back into her mistress.

Soon after, Jen tightened up and let out a cry. “HAAuugh!!!”

Her body visibly shivered and she clutched onto Claire’s leg for dear life! Her body convulsed and juices spilled out, coating Claire’s other leg. “Oh my God!” Jen cried out, blushing at using such language in front of ‘company’. Her whole body shuddered as another orgasm washed over her. She bucked and clung onto Claire for support. Another aftershock came and went, like a crashing wave. Jen just had to ride them all out until finally they began to subside. She rolled off and laid back, staring up, recuperating from her powerful orgasm.

Ever the attentive submissive, Claire got to her knees and proceeded to lick Jen clean. She dipped her head between Jen legs and slid her tongue over the blonde’s inner thighs, working her way towards the center. Jen purred her contentment and caressed the brunette’s hair. She stretched out like a cat and relaxed, allowing her sub to pamper her with a tongue bath. It took a few minutes until Claire completed her task, making Jen feel revitalized and ready for more.

Jen sat up and eyed Claire with a mischievous grin. Claire smiled back nervously, anxious for what her mistress had in store next.