A Picnic Table In Broad
| Angie was a tiny thing, about five foot nothing. She had slender, almost boyish hips, but her tiny waist gave the impression of a feminine swell. Her 34-C breasts would have done a taller woman proud. "I don't know if you remember me." She said. Remember! Who could forget Angela Kelly? Angie was on the cheerleading squad that our sister school provided for our home games, seeing as how none of the students at my all-boys school looked very fetching in those short skirts.
Yes!" as her own orgasm crested. That was too much for me, and I came, flooding Becky's hot rear with my spunk. We collapsed, sliding into a tangle of oily humanity. I decided that, although there had been no winner in the wrestling match, my servants had performed well. I, too, felt my balls tightening in expectation. Martha let out an animal groan, thrusting deep into her lover's cunt, her thighs quivering with spasms of release. Becky joined the duet with a chorus of "Yes! She let out a gasp, more of dismay than discomfort. But Martha's rhythm had never faltered, and soon Becky was caught up in the sensation of her double penetration. I started stroking in and out of her hole, sinking a little deeper with each thrust, until I felt my balls sliding against Martha's on each down stroke. I brought my oil-drenched hand up to her ass, and began rubbing my thumb around her nether hole. I pushed, and my thumb slid easily into her slippery anus. I started fucking her ass with my thumb in time to Marty's rhythm. I couldn't resist. I jumped into the ring, dropped to my knees, grabbed Marty's cock, and began rubbing it against Becky's slit. They both froze. I pushed the bulbous head of Marty's cock into Becky's opening, which was wet with much more than vegetable oil, and began feeding that hard shaft into her.
Marty was just turning toward Becky when she sprang forward, knocking her backward. Becky was straddling Marty's hips as she tried for the pin. Marty's cock and balls were now hanging completely out of the ruined panties, and her turgid prick was straining, bumping up against Becky's oil slicked pussy. As I watched the spectacle before me, my own cock began to throb uncomfortably in my shorts. I stripped them off, and let my mighty member swing free. I scooped up a handful of oil from the ring, and spread it over my dick, casually stroking as I watched the battle. Marty held tight, but Becky was so slippery that all she succeeded in doing was peeling Becky's panties down to her knees before she was finally able to kick free. Becky retreated to the edge of the ring. While Becky stared at the destroyed camisole, Marty sprang forward and grabbed her opponent around the waist. She straightened up, flipping Becky over her shoulder. Becky scrambled forward, her legs flailing, trying to break free. Marty again lunged at Becky. But this time Becky sidestepped, grabbing the front of Marty's shirt and trying to spin her around. There was a ripping sound, and Marty sprawled topless into the edge of the pool, leaving Becky holding an oily rag. I counted to three, slapping the mat with each count for emphasis, then blew my whistle, awarding the pin to Martha. As I rose, I slapped her on the ass and exclaimed "Atta boy! Girl. Whatever. Though smaller, Martha had the upper body strength of a man, and quickly gained the upper hand. As they wrestled in the puddle of oil, Marty's cock clipped out through the leg opening of her panties. A load CRACK reverberated through the living room, making both women jump. With a look of desperation, Martha lunged at Becky. Becky's feet slipped out from under her, and they both crashed to the floor. Soon they were both glistening with the slick oil. As their tops became soaked, they turned nearly transparent, clinging to every curve. When all four bottles of oil were empty, I removed them from the "ring" (Safety First! "The winner gets to use this on the loser. And if I don't get a good fight, if I don't see some hellacious clothes-ripping, hair-pulling, tit-squashing wrestling action, then you both lose, and I give you both a whipping. You will begin by dousing each other with the oil. And don't be stingy, we have plenty. At the sound of the whistle, you'll come out fighting. The winner will be the first one to pin their opponent three times.
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