The two leg spread

Taking in mind the lead Rho had earned despite her unbalanced step, Liz was grateful the middle third of this course seemed to favor dexterity rather than the blonde giantess's brute strength. The race's deviation was announced by a row of small tables each with simple spoons and some half-dozen round ovoids. As previously mentioned Rho and her ankle weight arrived first, upon which she immediately set about untying their shared leg.

The parading pirate was just able to observe the completion of the unbinding and Rho's arising to rummage about her small table's contents before she too reached the transition point. Together, Liz and Brooke untwined their tethering, Liz boosting speed to her fingers with the imagination that 'twas actually a fair maiden's dress they were detangling.

"Run ahead to the next gate," commanded Brooke, as the last strips of the wrap were being disrobed from their ankles. "I'll get an egg and meet you." Liz obeyed the moment they were separated, after all her co-racer had greater share of both experience and desire to win.

Upon reaching the gate Liz followed the example of her similarly separated competitors and faced about. Brooke had taken the spoon and held fast its handle betwixt her teeth. The cupped tip extended from her face to cradle one of the available ovoids. 'Twas a twice challenging task to both race along yet not so hurriedly that the precariously placed egg fell, as the woman wearing the skirt of bright ribbons demonstrated. She quickly purchased a lead with eager pit-pats (which set her loin threads about in a fiery dance) yet lost it all too soon when the debt of her risk came due. Her smooth nugget lolled from its perch and fell to the grass where it disintegrated as a fine sand. The ginger lass scrambled to save her disappearing ovoid but 'twas surely gone; thus with a quim-bearing skirt flair the egg's eager bearer was sent back to attempt again.

The actual victor of this second event proved to be Sarah who'd been boonned greatly by her partner's brutish speed. She reached Rho paces ahead of the others and knelt. Liz watched with rapt interest (solely so she'd know her duties to come when Brooke reached her, I assure you). Doe eyes upon the giantess above her, the second sweetest damsel in all that land of California slowly and gently did guide the quivering ovoid betwixt Rho's legs. Now as I hope you know, Rho had merely a narrow line of steel to keep hidden her salt'n'tart, and though this barely-there strip would be quite little in most cases, it seemed to Liz to be more the obstacle in this situation. May it be, Sarah pressed on with gentle firmness and dimpled the loin-destined nubbin into the welcoming flesh beside, thereby flanking the armor strip.

Liz desired to watch on and easily would have if her own partner weren't so close. She fixated on the carefully treading Brooke, yet stayed herself from demanding she closed the gap any quicker, for Brooke's current speed must already be at the proper balance. Instead she did her utmost to invite the oncoming insertion. She raised one leg, and while one hand groped her skirt aside, the other slapped her presented thigh in an enticing manner. "Come ye comely lass," encouraged Liz, "firm and steady. My rum doxy be all yours."

This pleasant presentment yet may have been a tad excessive, for Liz watched with budding anxiety as such display brought a skip to her partner's steps. This seemed to lead to disaster as the egg-like bounced within its cup, rattling towards the edge. It seemed to fall. But only for one halted breath, as Brooke in an exhibition of grace and dexterity descended to a kneeling position and thereby kept her spoon under her toy. By chance or skill this descent placed her close to the pirate's presented carnal coven. Such that Brooke needed only to lean forward to place the ovoid within.

You will likely not be surprised to hear that Liz gasped with delight upon this love-lady insertion as neither was she surprised by her outburst. However, the sensation of expansion that followed was an intriguing startle to the pirate. The favorable toy grew within her until 'twas a snug fit, and a cock-some expansion extended from her honey dripper. This enhancement was all the more a delight because while Liz was intaking the pleasure of her changing insertion, Brooke had repositioned herself. She now presented, leant forward and skirt raised, her well-shaped arse.

Liz needn't be told at all what the next duty would be. Gently as she could without lessening her haste, the newly-erect pirate thrust herself into that damp sliver of Brooke. Her nimble partner responded not just with a breath of elation but also raised her legs to enwrap Liz's hips. Liz's view got all the more enticing; Brooke's skirt flopping to expose her ass as she bent all the more forward and propped herself upon her hands.

Comely visage aside, Liz felt a twinge of disappointment that her adornment did not pass on the sensation of its penetration to her. Such fantasies seemed possible on Valhalla. But she could not mourn the loss of what could be, Liz had other things to take in hand, most notably Brooke's ebony thighs which she cupped to make strong their joining. For this last leg of the race was now apparent to Liz as other contestants likewise clutched their partners like wheelbarrows and advanced.

Excitement thrummed within Liz's ebbing chest, in very small part due to the competition itself, with the lioness's share coming from their loin-link. For each step towards the finish line caused the engorged toy to wiggle within her, bringing thoughts of another finish. Yet Liz had reached her petite mort recently, and despite the tempting display, she was able to focus on the prize some distance away.

Unfortunately, Brooke. being the victrix of that climactic match, had no such recent satisfaction and thus seemed more likely to succumb to their shared penetration with her earlier unanswered dampness. Perhaps a bit of twixt-match masturbation would have done her well. Yet such preparations were now in the realm of fantasy, and Liz had a problem in the moment to solve. For the tightening of Brooke's legs and the ascending moans she made each time Liz advanced their joined loins indicated very clearly that she was moments from bursting the banks of her carnal river.

This could be detrimental to their victory as exampled by another pair of competitors. The horizontal lass (a sun-browned brunette in askew veils) was stopped short by her spasms of Aphrodite. Her whole body was set upon by a curve of delight, arching her back that she might give thanks to the heavens and even reaching well enough to curl her toes. The woman with which she was locked, a blue-skinned creature that wore a cast-iron eye-mask and very little else, was sent well forward by the ped prodding. For the briefest of breaths, this mask-clad competitrix seemed near to regaining balance, quite a feat given her top-heavy nature. May it be, her own stumble was soon to follow as either the sight of her partner's delight or her convulsions upon their shared impaler brought about a bubbling bliss-blossom within the masked maiden. And thus the two pleasure damsels were left in well-lubed lucubration while Liz and Brooke passed them.

The warning of this jackly display was neither lost on Brooke, for likewise she lustfully partook in the strumpetty sight. Thus Liz's partner took halting steps, trying to control the orgasm that was brought all the more closer. Sure as sure, this delay for the sake of delay would lose them the race just as well. Hence, Liz put forth an alternate solution, bending to whisper into her partner's ear she moaned, "accept it as a demanding wench would." She thrust deliberate and deep with each step. "Claw ye desires upon the ground and pull for more."

Well and all, 'twas exactly what Brooke did. Lustily, she charged onward, grubbling the ground in her blind passion, and moaning with each shift of their quoin-joined loins. In this manner, the carnal finish line fast approached (the race's finish line was likewise drawing near). With a trembling of limbs and a tightening of hips her rod prodded delight did blossom within her. Lesbos-lover Liz was indeed joyful for her closeness during this climax partaking intimately in both the vista of the wiggling upturned body before her and the wiping of fresh juices upon her own whetted lips.

Of slightly less, but still significant delight, it seemed they were close to being the race's victrixes. Liz's encouragement and Brooke's passion had brought them sufficiently far that only Sarah and Rho remained possible competitors. Unfavorably, it seemed the other pair would in fact surpass Liz and her companion as Brooke's body was none more demanding action and she'd been instead left panting in her euphoria. "Carry on, 'tis merely a little farther," encouraged Liz, her efforts coaxing barely more speed from her well-smittened wheelbarrow.

Still and all, 'twould prove that this threat of a return to their previous velocity was enough to secure first place. For Rho took it well to heart and thrust upon her rod-linked partner with both passion and ****. They did plow hard. That is to say Sarah was tumbled face to the ground hard enough to make a foot long furrow before such breaking caused Rho to dive as well in a climactic display of both power over sense and arse over head.

And thus with no regard for humility, Liz and Brooke crossed the victory line in proper first place. Voicing a delighted cheer, the pirate's partner sprang to her feet thereby causing the twixt-woman shaft to wiggle wantonly within Liz. Eager in victory, the freshly defended Californian Sweetheart twisted her torso to peck cheek of the peccable pirate behind her. "Whoops, the dildo," she said, seemingly just noticing their shared penetration, "I'd better take it out."

This did not seem a necessity to Liz, who felt quite content to partake in whatever other tasks required such a phallic device. Nevertheless, she did not object substantially at the removing of their shaft from her leg-lips with a shlick sound.

"What be our gain in this?" inquired Liz of her partner who looked eagerly about with a self-congratulating grin not dissimilar to the one the pirate could fell upon her own face. "What do we earn with victory?"

"The greatest of all prizes," responded Brooke, her smile rivaling a noon sun in radiance, "bragging rights."

Normally this would be quite the disappointment for the gold-guided pirate. Yet today it seemed their shared smooch would be salve enough, especially as this victory had thus expunged her previous defeat. Her eyes rested again upon Brooke who was proudly shimmying to the point of becoming a one woman callithump. Wiggling teasingly, she arse-wardly advanced to her defeated rival, spinning 'bout at the last step to gaily thrust her crotch as well. Sarah, whose face was well filthied by her furrowing, could not but stare, as Brooke sang out her victorious grunts and goots.

"Oh hey," the prancing Sweetheart said as her one-sided waltz turned her to again notice Liz. "Sorry, I'm going to be at this for a few minutes, but feel free to head out. The Governess has set the tele-both to bring you to her." she pointed mid gloat-step to one such curtained box that stood nearby.

Liz nodded her gratitude, now relatively familiar with such things. That is to say she knew fully of their usage but still found their process baffling. Forcing the conundrum from her mind, Liz stepped towards the indicated doorway, a tid curious of what location she'd arrive at next.