Knowing what was coming, Denise readjusted her kneeling stance and tugged down on Lucy’s dangling left nipple. The freshman’s moans hit an even higher pitch. All the emotions, the shock of the situation, the seduction, the domination, all came rushing through her body and exploded out of her pussy.
“Gggaaaaahhhh-unnnhhhh- ahhhhhhhh--uhhh---ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh---uhnnn---ahhh!!”
Denise watched Lucy’s back, ass, calves and toes all tense, and felt her pussy squeeze around her fingers, which she continued to drive in and out throughout the entire orgasm. Lucy turned her head away from Denise, but this was no time for modesty. She was becoming a dirty whore, face down, ass up, coming all over the fitness model’s fingers.
Her swollen, ripe, heavy breasts mashed into the mat as she shook and spasmed. Her knees had given out and she’d pitched forward as she came, but the Denise's fingers had followed her, even as she lay nearly flat on her stomach. Unable to completely unfold her legs from under her, she remained crumpled there exposed, but she didn’t care.
Lucy was slowly coming off her high, but still lightheaded. After a few more slight pumps, Denise withdrew her two fingers, (to Lucy’s quiet dismay), and a thin strand of pussy juice leaked onto the mat. The remaining juices she wiped onto Lucy’s pert apple bottom, which she passionately began lapping off.
Lucy bit her thumb as she panted, eyes closed, trying to regain her composure. Had she lost? Well, she’d certainly cum first, that was obvious. But what were the rules? Were there any? She contemplated this before summoning the strength to lift herself off the mat. She rose to her knees and Denise, still licking the wet cum she’d smeared on Lucy’s ass cheek, backed off, curiously watching the flushed brunette.
Somehow reenergized, the glamour model popped to her knees and circled the also kneeling Denise, who couldn’t stop tasting her fingers. Despite being clearly dazed, there was a determined look in Lucy’s eyes, a look Denise had learned to fear from the woman.
Eyes narrowed, Lucy inched closer to her opponent until their lips met, her hands grabbing Denise’s face. She could just faintly taste herself on the bodybuilder’s lips. Lucy’s tongue danced inside the Denise's mouth, spearing the other tongue with rapid strokes.
When she broke off the kiss, a still determined Lucy pushed her hand down to the fitness model’s waiting sex. The whole crowd watched Lucy’s hand slip over Denise’s buzzed mound and oversized clit, caressing the wet lips. The blonde took a deep breath, paralyzed while the slighter girl familiarized herself with her pussy.
Lucy’s head still swirled from everything going on, (when had her sneakers come off?), and had no idea what she was doing, no idea where she’d found the nerve to go on the offensive, but here she was, fumbling with the bodybuilder’s pussy, who was at least breathing heavy, encouraging her to continue. Unsure as she was, she’d be damned if she was going to be the only one who came that night.
Denise had been equally if not more taken by surprise; earlier, she could have easily flicked the weaker woman away like a gnat, pinned her down and wrung another orgasm from her, but by now the naked model had attached herself to Denise’s tit, further lowering her defenses.
“Unnnggghoooo,” she groaned, as Lucy rubbed and sucked.
The glamour model hadn’t had much strength left after getting that brutal pounding from Denise, but she was trying to do what Denise had so successfully done to her. But her tired tongue was certainly doing a fine job, sucking hard and rolling over the stiff peak, and when all else failed, using her teeth. She leaned over, giving Denise’s right nipple some attention, using her experience of sexfighting with Michelle Marsh to her advantage, biting and lightly tugging it. This seemed to elicit the loudest moans from the fitness model, and she began to focus her efforts on manhandling that pussy.
She’d never seen, let alone touched, a clit that size, and understandably wasn’t sure what to do with it. She swabbed her fingers through Denise’s wetness and started to diddle the hanging appendage. Denise groaned, thrusting her crotch out further. Lucy thought of everything she liked done to her own clit, and multiplied it by 5.
Kneeling by the bodybuilder’s left side, her fingers and mouth all worked in concert, scoring some very satisfying payback. She squeezed Denise’s clit, pinching and rolling it between her fingers, before jerking it like a little cock. By now the model was huffing and squirming, her left arm clutching Lucy’s shoulder for support. Emboldened, Lucy ramped up her breast sucking, making sure to nibble just right, her teeth applying the perfect amount of pressure.
With the fitness model now completely at her mercy, Lucy’s left hand continued to manipulate the large clit, while she reached under Denise’s powerful ass with her right, and traced her fingers over her pussy lips. Her middle finger slid up and down the damp slit, but when she made the move to press inside, Denise had had enough and pulled the glamour model's hand from her. Lucy stopped her breast sucking, shocked as she felt the bodybuilder’s strong grip on her wrist. She’d really thought she was onto something, thought Denise was beginning to weaken.
Instead, the buff brunette was pressing her hard body against hers in a bear-hug. Her arms were pinned to her sides and she couldn’t free them, but before she had time to panic, she managed to slide her thigh between Denise’s legs and rubbed. Denise’s eyes flashed wide and just as quickly closed tight as she moaned, the growing arousal in her pussy returning. She had thought by taking control she’d earned herself a breather. Damn this buff bitch.
Denise released her bear-hug to break the contact with her pussy, but the two women held onto each other and pushed forward on their knees, their bodies trading shoves, thighs brushing against pussies before twisting their hips to escape the contact. After a brief exchange, the stronger Denise easily put Lucy onto her back. The bodybuilder still needed time to let her pussy calm, and tried to hold the model down, but the top heavy girl wriggled free and popped up to her knees, only to be tossed back down again.
Lucy once again sprung back up and pushed at Denise’s muscular shoulders trying to get her on her back, but to no avail; it was like pushing against a statue. The fitness model successfully parried Lucy’s shoves, and shucking her off, grabbed Lucy’s arms, her strong hands nearly wrapping around the girl’s entire biceps, and put her on her back yet again.
