Swapping straps

It wasn’t Sonya that gave Jen her next instructions, but Elsa. Jen didn’t notice the Aussie was standing beside her when she heard a rustling and looked to her side. There was a harness dangling next to her head. She looked up and raised an eyebrow at Elsa.

“Strahp in!” Elsa ordered with a grin.

Jen wondered if it was her display with Sonya that had set something turning in Elsa’s head or if she was already planning this. Sam was already wearing Elsa’s harness, cock at the ready. Jen looked at Sam who looked at her with similar bewilderment. Once Jen was suited up as well, they both turned to Elsa for their next order.

“Did you want us to give you lessons on the RIGHT way to use these things?” Sam asked Elsa, regaining some of her rebellious attitude.

“Trying to make this a competition again?” Elsa quipped back. “You already lost once, I’d hate for your ego to shatter after another shellacking!”

Elsa took the two to a cleaner side of the mat and laid Sam down on her back. “Oll you have to do is lay down!” she instructed.

She mounted Sam, spreading her labia over the mushroom tip of the plastic sex toy. She rubbed the prick against her vulva, coating it with her juices, then eased herself onto it, sliding slowly with a satisfied gasp. Everyone watched quietly as the Aussie started to pump herself over Sam’s cock, getting a feel of its sinewy girth inside her walls. She let out a small moan and Sam braced herself to provide a stable platform for Elsa to play.

“Umm…” Jen chimed in, nervously. “What should I be doing?”

Elsa kept rocking over Sam’s cock as she casually replied to Jen, “Why, fell in the other hole, of course!”

Jen covered her mouth and gasped. Sam grumbled. “I knew you wanted to get it up the ass! But, you’re having Jen to do you there?!”

“Maybe if you managed to beat us, YOU’d have got to do it…” Elsa teased, enjoying Sam not getting what she wanted. Sam pouted and started to defiantly thrust harder into Elsa. Elsa pushed back with equal **** and groaned, “OOh! I should keep things from you more often! It brings yuar wild side out!” She then turned to Jen and told her, “Well, wot are you waiting for?”

Jen hesitated. She had never actually done anal before and inherently felt that it was a spot never to be touched by someone else, but Elsa was ordering her to do it to her. She was flooded with mixed emotions. Her strictly modest upbringing told her that she shouldn’t, but Elsa told her she should. Ultimately she reasoned herself into doing it, as she was told. It was her obligation as the submissive to follow through and Elsa wanted her to. She nodded at her mistress and stepped forward.

She looked down at Elsa, on top of Sam. Sam took a moment out of her ‘frustration thrusts’ to glance at Jen. The petite rebel could sense the trepidation in her friends eyes and gave a concerned look. Jen gave her a reassuring smile, affirming to her friend and herself that she was good to go through with it. Elsa paused as well, noticing the tension. She suddenly felt a knot twist in her stomach. She had been so caught up in the moment that she hadn’t stopped to consider what Jen was comfortable with. She said to Jen, “If you’re not feeling right by this, you don’t have to…”

“It’s OK…” Jen quickly replied. “I can do this! I WANT to do this!” She could feel her chest burn as she admitted this.

Elsa was mounted on Sam, on her knees, with her ass towards Jen. With her legs spread and her leaned over, it was easy to see the bullseye that was Jen’s intended target. The Aussie leaned forward even more so that the aperture of her anus opened slightly. Jen felt her cheeks blush up. She wasn’t used to seeing this side of the female anatomy and now; she had to penetrate it. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest. It beat harder when she placed a hand on Elsa’s round ass. She guided the cock with her other hand to Elsa’s exit hole. It touched down. Everyone in the menagerie paused and the room went silent. Jen knew this was the moment of truth. She held her breath and pushed.

“Ahhh!” Elsa moaned, arching her back and presenting her ass to Jen. She felt the dildo opening her up from the inside and sparks of pleasure rippled through her body!

“Yesss!” she squealed, feeling fulfilled in more ways than one. She had never expected to get so deep into Submission Wrestling before meeting Samantha, only having dabbled in it here and there, but after this night, she had become a devout supporter, mind and body!

Jen was in shock. She stared in disbelief as her cock slowly entered Elsa’s backside, inch by inch. The green streaked brunette took the entire thing until her ass cheeks butted up to Jen’s belly! She could feel Elsa micro trembling under the pressure of the sex toy firmly entrenched in her back end. She heard Elsa’s pleasured moans and started to get excited. She had entered Elsa’s forbidden zone and Elsa was loving it!

Elsa reached around and pulled Jen in closer so she could be sandwiched between the two petite wrestlers. She had a giddy grin on her lips as Sam’s dildo reinserted into her pussy while Jen’s remained deep in her ass. It was a tight fit, but eventually she had fully taken in both of them. She glanced over at Sonya as if to see if her tag partner was seeing the same thing she was. Sonya watched on approvingly from the sidelines, still recovering from her own recent run in.

Suddenly, Elsa felt movement from within. Sam had started pumping again.

“If you’re going to just lay there, we’re going to be here all night!” she complained.

“Well, keep at it like that and we can go home sooner!” Elsa responded, approvingly. She turned around and guided Jen to move in rhythm with her teammate and soon the three of them were undulating in time with each other.

Jen leaned over, pressing her front over Elsa’s naked back. From there, she could feel the rippling and wriggling of the other two underneath her. Elsa could feel Jen’s soft frame on top of hers, and Sam’s lithe figure below and it made her entire body feel like it was on fire.

On the side, Sonya watched on, muttering to herself, “I should have done that…” She glanced behind at Monica who continued to silently observe in the background. She noticed Monica’s nipples poking through her black and white striped referee shirt and her pubis peeking through her black thong like an overinflated balloon.

Just looking at the physical therapist like this stated a stir in the track runner. She recalled meeting Monica before, early in the school year, for massage therapy after track practice. She was taken aback by the masseuse’s beauty and felt a burning desire for the attractive brunette from the start. The session was highly sensual, but she lacked the courage to make a move. It was a professional environment and masseuses were very strict about no funny business during sessions. Right now, it was not a massage session though, it was something much more salacious. She wondered if Monica would be open to something under these circumstances. She looked back at her tag partner, still fully occupying their two submissives. She could soothe her growing lust by rejoining them or try to get Monica to participate.