This one follows on from Damned If You Don't, which in turn follows on from Damned if you Do. I try never to judge my own work, but I got the same sort of ‘must finish writing’ feeling doing this as I had in the first one, so I hope it lives up to the rest of the series. As usual all feedback gratefully (and greedily) received.
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The day dawned bright, crisp and clear, held at a point just before the coming autumn, the warmth of the summer tempered by a cool breeze that could not have been more perfectly suited to my plans for my past and future mistresses. I glanced down at the two sleeping, sated forms curled up against me and felt a smile prick at my lips. Yes, revenge would be sweet indeed.
A quick glance at the clock showed it was still early, not yet seven in the morning and with the whole weekend stretching before us, I felt it best to allow them to rest for now. Smoothly, silently, I slipped out from their combined embrace and padded into the bathroom, luxuriating in the almost scalding stream of the shower as I eased the tensions and sore muscles left from my ordeal the night before. My right arm in particular was bothering me and a few simple tests and movements told me I'd probably pulled a muscle in either my neck or shoulder. It wasn't anything serious though, just so long as I was careful it shouldn't bother me.
I gasped as the hot water mixed with the shampoo and ran down my back, tracing rivers of fire over my skin. Reluctantly, worried about what I might find, I ran my fingers gently over the skin and felt two sets of gashes, one either side of my shoulder blades. A brief memory swam to the surface for a moment, an image of Sarah digging in as I finally, after a week of constant teasing and denial, found release and Tracy's tongue drove her wild as it danced over her breasts. I had no doubt what I'd see if I looked in the mirror, two perfect sets of claw marks, probably at least a couple of inches long.
Finally, reluctantly, I turned the shower off and stood for a moment letting the water drip from my body before stepping out onto the cool tile floor. Wiping the condensation from the mirror I rifled through my travel bag, looking for the tools I'd packed specially for the occasion and got to work. It took nearly half an hour to get everything done, but when I emerged from the bathroom the change was dramatic.
My normally light brown hair was now jet-black and gelled to lend it a bit more bulk than normal. The beard and moustache were trimmed right back to what could only be called designer stubble. My eyes were covered with a set of patterned contact lenses, designed to look like a cross between a human eye and those of a cat. Grabbing my kit bag from the hall I walked into the living room, not wanting to wake my victims until I was ready for them. Surrounded by the remains of the previous days activities I slid into a simple outfit of black trousers and t-shirt, both items snug on my frame rather than the usual loose fitting clothes I preferred. A pair of chunky black boots were the finishing touch, and acted as the key to the character and personality I needed to adopt for this day to work as planned.
I headed out to my car and pulled two 'suit bags' out of the boot, taking a moment to check the labels on each matched the contents. I also unloaded a few armfuls of different items, all individually packed and labelled specifically for this weekend. Back in the flat I moved a coat stand into the hall in front of the bedroom door and hung the two bags from it, making sure the names were clearly visible. Not wanting to resort to anything as simple as shaking them awake, I headed to the kitchen and filled the grinder of the large coffee maker with the strongest beans in the house and set it in motion. The noise itself didn't wake them but the smell that filled the flat soon after did the job. I watched in silence from the living room door as Tracy emerged from the bedroom clad only in a white towel and paused to look at the new additions in the hallway. Pulling the instructions from the front of one of the suit bags she glanced over it and disappeared back into the bedroom.
This then was the moment of truth, whether or not they'd actually go through with the deal we'd made what felt like a lifetime ago. In all honesty I wasn't really concerned about the possibility as, after all, they only had to endure my ministrations for the weekend before they would once again take charge for the rest of the week. Judged on that basis, I didn't believe for an instant they'd back out now.
My belief was well founded as, barely a minute later the door opened and both women walked naked down the hall into the bathroom. A few seconds later the rush of water, and the irregular splashing sounds as it fell from flesh to floor, showed they were following my instructions to the letter. I allowed them to shower in peace, and gave them plenty of time to fix and eat breakfast before they changed into the clothes I'd provided. Almost an hour after Tracy had first emerged from the bedroom there was a knock at the living room door and the girls walked in ready to face whatever trials awaited them.
I sat waiting for them on the couch that had so recently been my prison. The lighting in the room was set low, casting odd shadows off the normal, day to day items that crowded every corner. On the floor in front of me was a long object, maybe ten feet in length and covered with a large black silk sheet. Beneath that sheet strange shapes rose and fell, the silk seeming to absorb all the light that landed on it, lending an air of menace to what could be simply an old ladder for all they knew.
Both women wore tight blue jeans and t-shirt, Sarah wearing pink, Tracy white. Underneath the quite plain outfits they were both naked, a fact I intended to take full advantage of. I stood and walked behind them, taking a long moment to admire the view before getting to work. Turning Sarah to face me I unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down slightly, just enough for me to slide my hands in between her thighs without interference. I gently caressed her for a minute or two until a moan escaped her lips. Reaching into a pocket I palmed the first surprise of the day and reached back to her now wet pussy. Gently I slip my 'surprise' inside her, two small plastic balls, stim-balls according to the packaging, designed to use the movement of her own body to tease and tantalise her. Making sure they wouldn’t slip out too easily I moved my hands away and waited for her to do up her jeans again, testing just how thoroughly they've read their instructions. Satisfied at the immediate compliance with my unspoken signal, I repeat the process with Tracy and cast a critical eye over both ladies.
From a quick glance there was nothing out of the ordinary going on, certainly there's no obvious signs of the toys they've just been given. However the effort they're having to make in order to resist temptation and grind against those toys is, at least to me, quite clear and I smile as I pass them each a long, grey wool coat that drops to a point just below their knees and wave them to the front door, following them outside and locking the flat behind us. Sliding on my own leather jacket, the hem almost touching the ground, I glance in both directions to get my bearings and turn to the left.
I set off at a good pace alongside the road, not looking back to make sure they're following me as instructed, or altering my pace. I'm a fast walker normally, and I set a pretty quick rhythm as I hear the occasional gasp or moan from one or other of my two beautiful victims as those evil little balls add to their stimulation. Although they don't know it, at least not yet, their particular gifts have been carefully chosen to ensure just enough sensation to pull them, willing or not, right to the edge and keep them there indefinitely. But without some additional touch, a touch which both girls are banned from giving either themselves or each other without my express permission, they'll only be able to hover, trapped on the edge of release.
Certainly keeping up with the pace I'm setting is becoming more difficult for both women as we reach the entrance to the woodland area I'd stumbled across a few months earlier, and I pause to let them recover slightly from the exertions of the walk. Not that it's any relief for them of course, as I kiss first Tracy then Sarah with the pent-up passions of the last week coming to the fore. I feel Sarah shift in my arms in an attempt to rub 'accidentally' against my thigh and shift my weight back, bringing one hand down hard on her denim-covered ass in a short, sharp smack as a reminder of her limitations. She hisses between her teeth at the sting of the blow, a hiss that ends in a groan as I let my hand linger on her shapely posterior for a long moment. Then I turn and start making my way up the steep path through the shade of the trees.
It takes another ten minutes to reach the clearing I'd decided to use for the first of today's games and the steep path forces my companions into movements that leave them gasping with pleasure at the start of the climb and moaning with frustration by the end. As we emerge into the clearing I pause to take a quick look around and make sure we're alone. I've picked this place carefully, the tree line's thick enough to hide the clearing and its contents from view to a casual passer by, but thin enough at the edge to make any covert surveillance extremely difficult. The ground is soft earth, covered in rich green grass and in the centre of the clearing is the remains of an old tree, maybe six foot long and four foot of the ground, smoothed beautifully by the elements. A couple of smaller stumps rest against the tree to provide an easy step-up for anyone wanting to sit on top, but the last thing today's about is being easy. I give the girls a moment to catch their breath after the climb before getting to the reason for our little excursion.
"Take your coats off and put them on that stump. Sit astride the tree, one here, one here, facing towards each other." I direct, no question or query in my voice, a command that they have no choice but to obey. They complied perfectly, ending up maybe five feet away from each other, legs wrapped around the sides of the felled tree for balance, even as their own body weight pushed their most sensitive areas into the wood. I pulled myself up and sat between them, facing away so they ended up at right angles to me, sliding both hands out flat against the lumber, palm up as I slipped between their legs and caressed their now soaked jeans.
"Now, after what you dared to put me through last week you will both suffer greatly this weekend. You will both be driven, time and again, to the very edge of indescribable pleasure, but for the next forty eight hours you will know no release, no relief from the demands of your own body. Your own desires and needs will be turned against you and by the end of this weekend you will be begging me for what you need with total sincerity and submission. This I promise you."
I paused, letting that statement sink in and the look of horror on both faces was enough to convince me my plan was going to work. "However, unlike the two of you, I can be merciful as well as cruel." A smile, all teeth, as I start to really get into the role. "As you seem to take such pleasure in inflicting laughter on your victims, I though it fitting that you get one more chance to do so. Make the other pass out and you spend this weekend in ecstasy rather than endless frustration. It's your choice ladies, do nothing and suffer together, or compete, but this is a one time offer. Once we leave here your fate is fixed."
I waited, keeping up my gentle touch between their legs and watching their reactions carefully, building them up from their already highly aroused state to a point just below their threshold. It didn't take long, maybe two minutes, before both women were whimpering in unison, their minds assaulted by the demands of their bodies as I kept them hovering on the edge, all the while the stone cold fact that there was almost two more days of this waiting for them growing ever louder in their minds. While I didn't mind in the least getting to torment both women in this manner, I was confident that one or the other would break in short order, their own competitive natures working against them now.
What I wasn't expecting was for both of them to break at the same instant and they dove forward towards each other, hands reaching for the most ticklish spots they could find while their legs and hips stayed rooted to the wood, not daring to let go in case they dropped to the ground where they'd surely be easy prey for the other. Tracy's longer reach allowed her to fit her hands neatly around Sarah’s ribs, while Sarah could only just reach Tracy's armpits. This almost escaped my notice for a moment though as their desperate lunges had ended up with their heads propped on my thighs, their instant laughter loud and strong enough to send vibrations shooting through my lower body. When I managed to regain some semblance of control from this unexpected, but welcome, distraction I realised why, despite having her hands wrapped firmly around her friends most ticklish area Tracy seemed to be loosing this particular battle. Sarah had somehow managed to shift her aim at the last second and had slipped her slender fingers inside the sleeves of Tracy's t-shirt, so while Tracy had only cotton under her nails, Sarah had warm, supple flesh to play with and was doing her level best to drive her friend insane.
It was working too, as Tracy started heaving with laughter, unable to co-ordinate her actions to do more than lightly graze Sarah’s ribs. That in turn left Sarah free to concentrate on her own attack and increase both the ferocity and subtlety of her ticklish touch, driving Tracy further into distraction. As the sensations overwhelmed her Tracy struggled to bring her hands back to her sides, bucking and twisting to escape the death grip Sarah had on those inviting warm hollows. Every couple of seconds Tracy’s head would swing from side to side as she struggled for freedom and her cheek would brush against my, by now rather aroused, manhood. It was a gentle enough touch but after the week of denial I’d been put through I had to force myself to concentrate on the two women rather than simply sit back and enjoy the sensation.
There was a rustle of denim on wood and a squeak from Tracy as she lost her grip, falling in slow motion as she slid down and off the old tree to the ground. She landed awkwardly, not with enough force to do any damage but with her right arm trapped under her and it took her a second or two to get her bearings and start crawling away. She needed a second or two to get to her feet, and Sarah didn’t let her have them. Instead she dove down to the ground, landing on top of Tracy’s stretched legs, tucking her thighs around her knees and shins to prevent her moving as Sarah’s hands dove under Tracy’s t-shirt.
For all practical purposes the fight ended at that moment. Despite Tracy’s superior size and strength there simply wasn’t any way for her to use those advantages while she was trapped face down on the ground, with no way to reach the smaller woman as she tormented the hell out of her rib cage. It became obvious fairly quickly that this wasn’t the first time the two had fought this way, as Sarah managed to hit every last one of Tracy’s ticklish spots without difficulty, leaving her friend a gasping, moaning, writhing mess beneath her. In contrast Sarah herself was also gasping and moaning, though for rather different reasons as Tracy’s bucking body rubbed up against Sarah’s aching pussy, sending wave after wave of erotic torment through the blonde’s body. I briefly considered instructing Sarah to move to one side of her victim’s body to remove even the possibility that she’d be pushed over the edge by the additional contact, but held my peace. If she did cum, without permission, then I’d make sure she regretted it later that weekend, it was that simple.
Tracy somehow managed to get her hands under her and push upwards, twisting and turning until she flopped back onto the grass on her back, presumably hoping to trap Sarah in the process. Unfortunately Sarah had felt the move coming and had slid off and away from her tickle toy at the last moment, and as Tracy looked around frantically for her tormenter Sarah’s thighs slid around her head and locked in a devastating scissor hold. With virtually all her air cut off Tracy gave one last desperate heave to escape, but Sarah’s grip held and, to make matters even worse for her victim, she reached down and, with one swift motion, yanked Tracy’s t-shirt up, exposing her fabulous breasts in the process and diving to the attack with a rapid back and forth action with her finger nails that I remembered all too well.
From between her legs came a muffled squeal and Tracy’s body shook from head to toe. Her hands moved to Sarah’s thighs in a last ditch effort to break loose, but a renewed attack on her vulnerable breasts caused an instinctive reaction to push those tormenting hands away and by the time she’d started moving them back up towards her face it was too late. Her arms dropped to the grass and just as she did so Sarah gave a long moan and ground her hips forward, using her friends head to provide the final push into her own pleasure. The orgasm didn’t last long, and in all honesty probably did little to slake her need, but nevertheless it left her limp, her thighs resting around Tracy’s head but not actively denying her air any more.
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The day dawned bright, crisp and clear, held at a point just before the coming autumn, the warmth of the summer tempered by a cool breeze that could not have been more perfectly suited to my plans for my past and future mistresses. I glanced down at the two sleeping, sated forms curled up against me and felt a smile prick at my lips. Yes, revenge would be sweet indeed.
A quick glance at the clock showed it was still early, not yet seven in the morning and with the whole weekend stretching before us, I felt it best to allow them to rest for now. Smoothly, silently, I slipped out from their combined embrace and padded into the bathroom, luxuriating in the almost scalding stream of the shower as I eased the tensions and sore muscles left from my ordeal the night before. My right arm in particular was bothering me and a few simple tests and movements told me I'd probably pulled a muscle in either my neck or shoulder. It wasn't anything serious though, just so long as I was careful it shouldn't bother me.
I gasped as the hot water mixed with the shampoo and ran down my back, tracing rivers of fire over my skin. Reluctantly, worried about what I might find, I ran my fingers gently over the skin and felt two sets of gashes, one either side of my shoulder blades. A brief memory swam to the surface for a moment, an image of Sarah digging in as I finally, after a week of constant teasing and denial, found release and Tracy's tongue drove her wild as it danced over her breasts. I had no doubt what I'd see if I looked in the mirror, two perfect sets of claw marks, probably at least a couple of inches long.
Finally, reluctantly, I turned the shower off and stood for a moment letting the water drip from my body before stepping out onto the cool tile floor. Wiping the condensation from the mirror I rifled through my travel bag, looking for the tools I'd packed specially for the occasion and got to work. It took nearly half an hour to get everything done, but when I emerged from the bathroom the change was dramatic.
My normally light brown hair was now jet-black and gelled to lend it a bit more bulk than normal. The beard and moustache were trimmed right back to what could only be called designer stubble. My eyes were covered with a set of patterned contact lenses, designed to look like a cross between a human eye and those of a cat. Grabbing my kit bag from the hall I walked into the living room, not wanting to wake my victims until I was ready for them. Surrounded by the remains of the previous days activities I slid into a simple outfit of black trousers and t-shirt, both items snug on my frame rather than the usual loose fitting clothes I preferred. A pair of chunky black boots were the finishing touch, and acted as the key to the character and personality I needed to adopt for this day to work as planned.
I headed out to my car and pulled two 'suit bags' out of the boot, taking a moment to check the labels on each matched the contents. I also unloaded a few armfuls of different items, all individually packed and labelled specifically for this weekend. Back in the flat I moved a coat stand into the hall in front of the bedroom door and hung the two bags from it, making sure the names were clearly visible. Not wanting to resort to anything as simple as shaking them awake, I headed to the kitchen and filled the grinder of the large coffee maker with the strongest beans in the house and set it in motion. The noise itself didn't wake them but the smell that filled the flat soon after did the job. I watched in silence from the living room door as Tracy emerged from the bedroom clad only in a white towel and paused to look at the new additions in the hallway. Pulling the instructions from the front of one of the suit bags she glanced over it and disappeared back into the bedroom.
This then was the moment of truth, whether or not they'd actually go through with the deal we'd made what felt like a lifetime ago. In all honesty I wasn't really concerned about the possibility as, after all, they only had to endure my ministrations for the weekend before they would once again take charge for the rest of the week. Judged on that basis, I didn't believe for an instant they'd back out now.
My belief was well founded as, barely a minute later the door opened and both women walked naked down the hall into the bathroom. A few seconds later the rush of water, and the irregular splashing sounds as it fell from flesh to floor, showed they were following my instructions to the letter. I allowed them to shower in peace, and gave them plenty of time to fix and eat breakfast before they changed into the clothes I'd provided. Almost an hour after Tracy had first emerged from the bedroom there was a knock at the living room door and the girls walked in ready to face whatever trials awaited them.
I sat waiting for them on the couch that had so recently been my prison. The lighting in the room was set low, casting odd shadows off the normal, day to day items that crowded every corner. On the floor in front of me was a long object, maybe ten feet in length and covered with a large black silk sheet. Beneath that sheet strange shapes rose and fell, the silk seeming to absorb all the light that landed on it, lending an air of menace to what could be simply an old ladder for all they knew.
Both women wore tight blue jeans and t-shirt, Sarah wearing pink, Tracy white. Underneath the quite plain outfits they were both naked, a fact I intended to take full advantage of. I stood and walked behind them, taking a long moment to admire the view before getting to work. Turning Sarah to face me I unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down slightly, just enough for me to slide my hands in between her thighs without interference. I gently caressed her for a minute or two until a moan escaped her lips. Reaching into a pocket I palmed the first surprise of the day and reached back to her now wet pussy. Gently I slip my 'surprise' inside her, two small plastic balls, stim-balls according to the packaging, designed to use the movement of her own body to tease and tantalise her. Making sure they wouldn’t slip out too easily I moved my hands away and waited for her to do up her jeans again, testing just how thoroughly they've read their instructions. Satisfied at the immediate compliance with my unspoken signal, I repeat the process with Tracy and cast a critical eye over both ladies.
From a quick glance there was nothing out of the ordinary going on, certainly there's no obvious signs of the toys they've just been given. However the effort they're having to make in order to resist temptation and grind against those toys is, at least to me, quite clear and I smile as I pass them each a long, grey wool coat that drops to a point just below their knees and wave them to the front door, following them outside and locking the flat behind us. Sliding on my own leather jacket, the hem almost touching the ground, I glance in both directions to get my bearings and turn to the left.
I set off at a good pace alongside the road, not looking back to make sure they're following me as instructed, or altering my pace. I'm a fast walker normally, and I set a pretty quick rhythm as I hear the occasional gasp or moan from one or other of my two beautiful victims as those evil little balls add to their stimulation. Although they don't know it, at least not yet, their particular gifts have been carefully chosen to ensure just enough sensation to pull them, willing or not, right to the edge and keep them there indefinitely. But without some additional touch, a touch which both girls are banned from giving either themselves or each other without my express permission, they'll only be able to hover, trapped on the edge of release.
Certainly keeping up with the pace I'm setting is becoming more difficult for both women as we reach the entrance to the woodland area I'd stumbled across a few months earlier, and I pause to let them recover slightly from the exertions of the walk. Not that it's any relief for them of course, as I kiss first Tracy then Sarah with the pent-up passions of the last week coming to the fore. I feel Sarah shift in my arms in an attempt to rub 'accidentally' against my thigh and shift my weight back, bringing one hand down hard on her denim-covered ass in a short, sharp smack as a reminder of her limitations. She hisses between her teeth at the sting of the blow, a hiss that ends in a groan as I let my hand linger on her shapely posterior for a long moment. Then I turn and start making my way up the steep path through the shade of the trees.
It takes another ten minutes to reach the clearing I'd decided to use for the first of today's games and the steep path forces my companions into movements that leave them gasping with pleasure at the start of the climb and moaning with frustration by the end. As we emerge into the clearing I pause to take a quick look around and make sure we're alone. I've picked this place carefully, the tree line's thick enough to hide the clearing and its contents from view to a casual passer by, but thin enough at the edge to make any covert surveillance extremely difficult. The ground is soft earth, covered in rich green grass and in the centre of the clearing is the remains of an old tree, maybe six foot long and four foot of the ground, smoothed beautifully by the elements. A couple of smaller stumps rest against the tree to provide an easy step-up for anyone wanting to sit on top, but the last thing today's about is being easy. I give the girls a moment to catch their breath after the climb before getting to the reason for our little excursion.
"Take your coats off and put them on that stump. Sit astride the tree, one here, one here, facing towards each other." I direct, no question or query in my voice, a command that they have no choice but to obey. They complied perfectly, ending up maybe five feet away from each other, legs wrapped around the sides of the felled tree for balance, even as their own body weight pushed their most sensitive areas into the wood. I pulled myself up and sat between them, facing away so they ended up at right angles to me, sliding both hands out flat against the lumber, palm up as I slipped between their legs and caressed their now soaked jeans.
"Now, after what you dared to put me through last week you will both suffer greatly this weekend. You will both be driven, time and again, to the very edge of indescribable pleasure, but for the next forty eight hours you will know no release, no relief from the demands of your own body. Your own desires and needs will be turned against you and by the end of this weekend you will be begging me for what you need with total sincerity and submission. This I promise you."
I paused, letting that statement sink in and the look of horror on both faces was enough to convince me my plan was going to work. "However, unlike the two of you, I can be merciful as well as cruel." A smile, all teeth, as I start to really get into the role. "As you seem to take such pleasure in inflicting laughter on your victims, I though it fitting that you get one more chance to do so. Make the other pass out and you spend this weekend in ecstasy rather than endless frustration. It's your choice ladies, do nothing and suffer together, or compete, but this is a one time offer. Once we leave here your fate is fixed."
I waited, keeping up my gentle touch between their legs and watching their reactions carefully, building them up from their already highly aroused state to a point just below their threshold. It didn't take long, maybe two minutes, before both women were whimpering in unison, their minds assaulted by the demands of their bodies as I kept them hovering on the edge, all the while the stone cold fact that there was almost two more days of this waiting for them growing ever louder in their minds. While I didn't mind in the least getting to torment both women in this manner, I was confident that one or the other would break in short order, their own competitive natures working against them now.
What I wasn't expecting was for both of them to break at the same instant and they dove forward towards each other, hands reaching for the most ticklish spots they could find while their legs and hips stayed rooted to the wood, not daring to let go in case they dropped to the ground where they'd surely be easy prey for the other. Tracy's longer reach allowed her to fit her hands neatly around Sarah’s ribs, while Sarah could only just reach Tracy's armpits. This almost escaped my notice for a moment though as their desperate lunges had ended up with their heads propped on my thighs, their instant laughter loud and strong enough to send vibrations shooting through my lower body. When I managed to regain some semblance of control from this unexpected, but welcome, distraction I realised why, despite having her hands wrapped firmly around her friends most ticklish area Tracy seemed to be loosing this particular battle. Sarah had somehow managed to shift her aim at the last second and had slipped her slender fingers inside the sleeves of Tracy's t-shirt, so while Tracy had only cotton under her nails, Sarah had warm, supple flesh to play with and was doing her level best to drive her friend insane.
It was working too, as Tracy started heaving with laughter, unable to co-ordinate her actions to do more than lightly graze Sarah’s ribs. That in turn left Sarah free to concentrate on her own attack and increase both the ferocity and subtlety of her ticklish touch, driving Tracy further into distraction. As the sensations overwhelmed her Tracy struggled to bring her hands back to her sides, bucking and twisting to escape the death grip Sarah had on those inviting warm hollows. Every couple of seconds Tracy’s head would swing from side to side as she struggled for freedom and her cheek would brush against my, by now rather aroused, manhood. It was a gentle enough touch but after the week of denial I’d been put through I had to force myself to concentrate on the two women rather than simply sit back and enjoy the sensation.
There was a rustle of denim on wood and a squeak from Tracy as she lost her grip, falling in slow motion as she slid down and off the old tree to the ground. She landed awkwardly, not with enough force to do any damage but with her right arm trapped under her and it took her a second or two to get her bearings and start crawling away. She needed a second or two to get to her feet, and Sarah didn’t let her have them. Instead she dove down to the ground, landing on top of Tracy’s stretched legs, tucking her thighs around her knees and shins to prevent her moving as Sarah’s hands dove under Tracy’s t-shirt.
For all practical purposes the fight ended at that moment. Despite Tracy’s superior size and strength there simply wasn’t any way for her to use those advantages while she was trapped face down on the ground, with no way to reach the smaller woman as she tormented the hell out of her rib cage. It became obvious fairly quickly that this wasn’t the first time the two had fought this way, as Sarah managed to hit every last one of Tracy’s ticklish spots without difficulty, leaving her friend a gasping, moaning, writhing mess beneath her. In contrast Sarah herself was also gasping and moaning, though for rather different reasons as Tracy’s bucking body rubbed up against Sarah’s aching pussy, sending wave after wave of erotic torment through the blonde’s body. I briefly considered instructing Sarah to move to one side of her victim’s body to remove even the possibility that she’d be pushed over the edge by the additional contact, but held my peace. If she did cum, without permission, then I’d make sure she regretted it later that weekend, it was that simple.
Tracy somehow managed to get her hands under her and push upwards, twisting and turning until she flopped back onto the grass on her back, presumably hoping to trap Sarah in the process. Unfortunately Sarah had felt the move coming and had slid off and away from her tickle toy at the last moment, and as Tracy looked around frantically for her tormenter Sarah’s thighs slid around her head and locked in a devastating scissor hold. With virtually all her air cut off Tracy gave one last desperate heave to escape, but Sarah’s grip held and, to make matters even worse for her victim, she reached down and, with one swift motion, yanked Tracy’s t-shirt up, exposing her fabulous breasts in the process and diving to the attack with a rapid back and forth action with her finger nails that I remembered all too well.
From between her legs came a muffled squeal and Tracy’s body shook from head to toe. Her hands moved to Sarah’s thighs in a last ditch effort to break loose, but a renewed attack on her vulnerable breasts caused an instinctive reaction to push those tormenting hands away and by the time she’d started moving them back up towards her face it was too late. Her arms dropped to the grass and just as she did so Sarah gave a long moan and ground her hips forward, using her friends head to provide the final push into her own pleasure. The orgasm didn’t last long, and in all honesty probably did little to slake her need, but nevertheless it left her limp, her thighs resting around Tracy’s head but not actively denying her air any more.
