Postby Cantieup » Tue May 03, 2011 3:18 am
As the girls circled one another, the sound of their straining and breathing was starting to get louder and louder. Slowly and methodically they circled, Heather was having a hard time because her ankles were bound together by the short chain. Brandi seemed to enjoy the power she had in this. Heather was able to hold her own by her sheer strength.
As they circled slowly, their hands would go up as high as they could reach, then they would go down to waist level. They were bound together so this would truly go to the stronger, fitter girl. They circled slowly, not a word was spoken, only heavy breathing and straining could be heard.
As I got a view of the front of Heather, I noticed that her belly button seemed to be much further away from her bikini bottom as her stomach stretched as she reached up. Her breasts were normally firm, but the fact that she was working her chest so hard made them seem even firmer. And the fact that she was only inches from Brandi’s breasts made me feel as though Heather was competing even harder for her breasts to look bigger. Nevertheless, and maybe it was just my imagination, but her breasts seemed to stand out even more during this competition. Her bikini top didn’t hide much as her breast rose over the top and underneath the fabric with every breath she took.
Brandi on the other hand was a classic beauty. Her blond hair was wet with sweat, her tennis shoes were slipping in the grass and she was able to take time to slip them off. Her bare feet now began to dig in the grass for a footing. She was beginning to gain more ground because her legs were not bound. Her belly looked beautiful as she breathed deeply and her breast stood out proud knowing she had Heather beat in this area.
Just as their hands were high and Heather was literally on her toes to gain a better position, Brandi stepped on the chain between Heather’s feet and they went to the ground. They landed on their sides initially and the shock of the wet grass caught them both by surprise as the moisture contacted their near naked bodies. They struggled for position, with their hands bound together as Heather eventually came out on top.
Brandi was surprised at the strength of Heather and her sexy body being pinned was almost too much for me to handle, but I wasn’t about to turn away. The girls were moaning now as they seemed to enjoy this more and more. Brandi opened her legs slightly and Heather moved her left leg to a position where she could grind on Heather’s crotch. This brought great pleasure to Brandi and she seemed to get weaker and weaker as Heather moved her leg back and forth.
As they continued to role in the grass, one minute Brandi would have the upper hand and the next minute Heather would have the upper hand. This went on for several minutes and it seemed Heather was getting more and more excited. Her bikini bottom was holding on, but her top had slid off. Once she tried to adjust it, but being bound to Brandi like she was, Brandi wouldn’t allow it. So her breasts were fully exposed, hard nipples standing straight out.
On the ground Brandi’s weight seemed to make up for and equal out Heather’s strength so they were pretty evenly matched. Heather was at a big disadvantage because her legs were bound and I could see in her eyes that she was worried because this wasn’t going as well as she planned. Heather’s eyes seemed to glaze over the more turned on she became and she seemed to be concentrating more on how turned on she was than on wrestling.
Brandi’s leg made her way between Heather’s and she began to grind on her crotch. As she worked her leg back and forth Heather’s moaning seemed to get more intense and it was obvious she was almost out of control. As she lay on her back, slowly moving her hips to the rhythm of Brandi’s grinding I could tell that Heather had lost focus. Her breast were now standing straight up, with no bikini top in sight, the string had given way long before. Her stomach was beautiful as she lay breathing heavily and grinding back and forth. Every now and then she would take her bound hand and rub Brandi’s back or butt. Brandi would take her bound hand and rub Heather’s breast and stomach with Heather seeming to guide where she wanted her to go.
Heather’s straining was more on the lines of completing her pleasure than in winning this match and I knew she was in deep trouble, because Brandi seemed more in control of herself. Just as Heather seemed drunk with pleasure Brandi was rolled to her back and opened her legs as if to invite Heather in. Heather took the bait and instead of just placing one of her powerful legs in position she placed her entire body between Brandi’s legs.
Heather had Brandi flat on her back. The view of Brandi’s body pinned beneath her was almost too much for Heather and she began to grind her crotch to crotch. Heather’s bikini bottom was slipping down with all this grinding her belly button seemed to get further and further away from the bottom of her bikini as she worked. What Heather didn’t realize was a trap had been laid for her. Just in the middle of all the grinding, Brandi slipped her legs up to Heather’s tiny waist and applied a very tight leg scissor. This rendered Heather helpless. She couldn’t get her hands down to her stomach because she was bound to Brandi. Her legs were of no help because they were bound too. She was in a bind. No pun intended. The more pressure Brandi applied the wider Heather’s eyes became and I could see she was struggling to breath. (To be continued.)