Jessica Takes Center Stage

With strobes flashing, music pounding, Jessica straddled one of Ulva’s thighs and mounted her pasty butt cheek. Grasping Ulva’s fleshy hips for support, Jess began tribbing her own cunt with Ulva’s ass cheek and using her own thigh to do the same to Ulva. Jess’ slick vage jizz was beginning to coat half of Ulva’s buttocks, glistening in the flashing strobes.

Jess could feel the ease with which her thigh was now gliding across the other woman’s pussy. She leaned in, catching a faint “ohhhh...yes….yes…” escaping from Ulva as she slowly licked her lips and slid her hands under her chest to grab her breasts. Tremors rushing up and down, her corpulent form vibrating. All Amber could do was to look on in embarrassing humiliation now that her part was done for now.

Peeking out from under the dais, close to where Jess was holding court, Stephanie began to slowly emerge from underneath the platform as all eyes were on center stage.

Jessica was approaching climax and with her partner played out, was ready to cum. She arched her back slightly and threw her head back, rolling it from side to side. Mouth open, eyes closed, thrusting her pelvis back and forth along the trail of her own juices. The volcano inside her was erupting.

There was no satisfying moan. No euphoric release. More of a throaty, guttural, growl, something other worldly. Jess was in HER moment of sexual rapture when….

POW!

“Whoa!!” As the crowd exploded in awe.

Stephanie’s sucker-punch to the jaw made Jess stagger backwards towards the mud pit. She was disorientated, but it did not knock her down. Stephanie would need to do something more.

So she stepped in close to a wobbly Jessica and delivered a well placed kick to her sopping pussy, doubling her over. Then, clasping both hands together into a single fist, swung a roundhouse haymaker that K.O.’d Jess and sent her sprawling on her back, half in and half out of the mud pit. Spread eagle, her upper body splat into the slop, her legs and still dribbling pussy hanging over the side to the floor. Eyes glazed over, tongue hanging out with drool running down the side of her mouth. Jess was out for the count.

Standing only in her bra and panties, Stephanie yelled for someone to bring over the metal poles used for limbo events and any more rope that they could find.

“OK.” Pointing to Jess and Ulva: Tie these two together, tight. I want them face to face, arms around each other, hands on each other’s asses.”

There being no shortage of volunteers, they dragged the semi conscious Ulva and K.O.’d Jessica together and quickly finished the job.

Bound and **** together as they were, their naked, sweaty and slimy bodies would be slewing against each other. The warmth. The dampness. Each one would be acutely aware of any movement by the other. The sudden feel of Jessica’s breasts against her own, coupled with her fingertips on her ass cheeks, pulsed stirring tremors through Ulva’s body again. “Was that a moan? A sigh, perhaps?” She wondered as Jess began to stir. “Is Jessica feeling the same? Should I be cursing or thanking her?” She wondered.

“Good” Pronounced Stephanie. “Slide a pole thru the ropes on their feet. OK. Keep the big fat one on the bottom. Now, tie her hands to the pole and get me a Sharpie pen.”

“UUHHH. What are going to do with us?” demanded Ulva.

“Oh, you two are go’in riding with the bikers next door. Toodles.”

And in big, black letters on Ulva’s back, Stephanie wrote: ‘RIDE US LIKE YOUR HARLEY’

“Take ‘em away. That should keep them busy for a while!” She declared. Hands on hips, she watched with satisfaction as the trophies were sent to be sacrificed.

“UUUHHHH!!!” Grunted a shocked Stephanie.

SPLAAAT!