A narrow victory

Cher and Evee met at the center of the ring. This time they were focused on taking down the other. Their grips were tight, their legs tensed up and braced up as they pushed their chests and shoulders against each other. It was like looking at a sculpture of nude goddesses clashing together in battle. Jen couldn’t help but stare at Evee’s tight ass as it clenched up with each push. Cher’s tits dangled mesmerizingly as she swayed back before heaving forward for another push at her opponent.

The battle ground them down as their feet lost purchase on the mat. Cher eyed Evee and grunted through her labored breathing. Evee snarled back, heaving her chest up and down as she huffed for air. The sweat that built up on both their bodies made them lose their grip on several occasions, but they quickly corrected themselves and held firm.

The seconds were ticking down and they were at an impasse. At this rate, Cher would win on points. Evee realized this and decided to make her move. She took a breath and lifted herself up to her feet again. Cher matched her movements and they pressed their bodies against one another. Then, Evee clasped her arms around Cher’s arms and waist for a bear hug. Cher tried to wriggle out, but only managed to rub herself up against her opponent.

“This still won’t win you the match!” Cher announced. “You have to score points to beat me!”

Evee looked at Jen for confirmation. “It’s 31 to 30 for Cher right now,” Jen corroborated.

Evee slid her thigh out, spreading Cher’s legs. Cher gasped as Evee pressed up against her clit and started rubbing her thigh against it.

“Does that work?” Evee hissed at Cher. Cher held her breath and tried to back away, but Evee squeezed her tight and kept rubbing.

“Evee 31!” Jen answered. “32!”

Cher needed to get out fast! She wrapped her foot behind Evee’s standing leg and tripped her backwards, using her body weight to push. Evee came crashing down and Cher landed on top, making Evee yelp and lose her bear hug. Cher climbed over Evee and stuck her thigh between HER legs. She started rubbing while pinning Evee’s hands to the mat.

“Cher 32!” Jen counted.

Evee quickly twisted over and they started rolling around again, trying to gain the top position. Jen glanced at the clock. Only seconds remained in the match and they were tied!

Cher managed to stand and hold Evee down, but Evee used her feet to push Cher away. Cher held onto Evee’s feet, trying to move them aside so she could move in, but Evee kept her legs in front of her, preventing Cher from getting near her pussy.

As the final seconds ticked down, Cher made one last ditch effort to score. She leaned back so that Evee kicked out and fully extended her legs. Holding her legs out, Cher reached out with her toe and pressed it up against Evee’s pussy!

The timer buzzed, signaling the end of the match! Cher and Evee immediately turned to Jen to make the call.

Seeing as Cher did have control of Evee’s pussy before the buzzer went, Jen had to give her the point. “33 Cher!”

“YEAHH!!” Cher cheered, bouncing up and down.

Evee deflated, flattening herself on the mat.

“In your face, V!” Cher declared, giving a little victory dance by shaking her tush, then strutting around in a circle. “I win! I win! I win!”

“It was a close match,” Jen consoled the defeated brunette. She smiled back, taking solace in putting up a good fight.

Suddenly Cher turned around and looked at the other two, pointing at them. “Oh! That means I get a victory round!” she remembered giddily.

Evee sighed and sat up, accepting her fate. Cher sauntered up to her roommate and parted her legs. “Let’s not waste any time,” she told her, jutting her pelvis forward and pointing down to it to make her desires clear.

“You’re such a horny slut!” Evee scoffed. Undaunted, the slinky brunette, crawled up and started licking Cher’s slit.

“Mmm… you know how I like it, baby!” Cher cooed.

Jennifer watched silently, not sure if she should leave. She decided to wait for one of the ladies to say something to her, but stayed quiet as a mouse so she could keep watching.

“Yeah… suck it! Taste it, good!! That’s the taste of losing!” Cher crowed.

Cher’s bravado spurred Evee into a more aggressive demeanor. She held Cher’s feet and nudged forward with her head, pushing Cher to the mat. Cher was taken by surprise, allowing Evee to bury her face into the victor’s cooch and really dig in.

“Ahhh… fffuuuuck!” Cher responded, clutching Evee’s head and curling her toes.

Now Jen really felt out of place. She stepped back towards the door while keeping watch on the fornicating couple. Cher turned her head and caught her gaze, making the referee freeze in place.

“I think I should go…” Jen said quickly. “Yeah… I’ll… you two have fun, I’ll just go…”

Jen turned for the door when Cher said, “Wait!”

Jen froze again, then slowly turned her head to look at the girl getting eaten out.

“I kind of like having an audience…” Cher said, smiling impishly. She turned to look at Evee, stroking the brunette’s hair. Evee looked up at Cher, then slowly turned to Jen. A mischievous smile grew on her face before she lowered her head back down, between her friend’s legs.

“You stay!” Cher ordered. “In fact, can you grab the strap-on from the cabinet, please?”

The fact that the two gorgeous models wanted her to stay and watch made Jen’s temperature rise. She gladly fetched the strap-on for Cher, willing to do anything that would allow her to stay and watch. Jen held out the harness and Cher climbed in. Feeling like it was her duty as the official, Jen also tightened the straps and made sure they were secure on the winner. She could feel her heart pounding against her chest as she got up close and personal with the beauty professional. She was feeling very privileged to be a part of this intimate affair.

Jen stood back and watched as Cher took Evee from behind. The blonde marvel went in and started thrusting like it was common practice between the two. Evee arched her back and opened her mouth to moan, swaying in time with Cher. They both eyed Jen seductively as they performed.

Jen licked her lips and stared, wanting to do more than watch. She felt too self conscious to join and was too polite to start touching herself in front of the couple. The supermodels seemed to play up their act for their watcher. Cher cupped her breasts and massaged them seductively. Evee gyrated her hips and gave Jen longing looks. Jen fidgeted where she stood, squeezing her legs together. She desperately wanted to touch herself but both of them were watching.

Suddenly, Cher spoke out.

“You know…” she said to Jen. “Since you’re going to watch us, I think you should be doing something for us as well! Don’t you agree, Evee?”

“Oh yeah!” Evee agreed as she straightened up and leaned back into Cher. They fondled one another as they kept their gazes on Jen.

Jen’s body was on fire. She was not about to leave now. They could ask anything of her and she was ready to comply.

“W… what do you want me to do?” she asked.