Donna and Jenny, Part 3
by Jobber Joe
Fighting for her Favor


In the previous part of this story, Jenny has forged a 2-0 lead over her
slave-mate, and rival for their Mistress Donna's favor, Randi, the slender,
leggy cheerleader. Jenny's old classmate, Joey, is hopeful this whole thing
will turn into a one-sided rout, in Jenny's favor, even if he's bothered by
the notion that Jenny wants to win this match quite possibly because she
desperately wants to earn the privilege of being with and serving the
demanding young brunette, Donna, on this, Donna's birthday night. The story
resumes with both Jenny and Randi about to begin the next fall. First girl to
rack up seven pins becomes Donna's "slave champion", with all the dubious
perks that may entail.

(the match continues, from Joey's description)

They were coming back together now, both dark haired beauties looking all
disheveled and used up still, but with one important distinction between them;
namely Jenny had that important 2-0 lead in falls, not to mention all the
apparent advantages, size, strength, experience, MOMENTUM. Still, as I'd just
learned, she had 5 falls to go before finishing off the leggy bimbo; so it
certainly wasn't over yet; though things were looking good for Jen, or bad,
depending on your personal perspective. She was, after all, seemingly destined
to be Donna's slave afterward, win or lose here. And winning would presumably
put her that much closer to the devilish young brunette, and thus, to my
sodden brain, ever more vulnerable to Donna's domineering will. Still, I found
myself secretly rooting for Jenny to do just that, win this damn thing that
is, emerge as CHAMPION.... SLAVE! This was about all she had to wrestle for
now, it seems. Things had certainly changed in a big way for the former campus
wrestling champion, and for me as well, perhaps her most loyal fan.

I forced bleary eyes back to the two sexy creatures pouring their hearts, and
weary bodies, into their bizarre mutual struggle. Out there on the mat, no
more than five or six feet away, Jenny had once again gained the early
advantage, hauling Randi down with a tight waist ride and arm drag. But Randi
was still trying to hang in against a bigger, more experienced foe, pushing up
stubbornly to all fours before Jenny could cinch up a tighter hold on her
slender arms or tie up those long, lovely legs. Jenny struggled with her,
keeping control, arm dragging the smaller brunette back face down on the mat,
trying to hook Randi's near leg with hers, grunting with the effort.

Beside me, I was yet again aware of a warm, wonderful bare leg pressing close
to my own jean-clad leg, the muscular tension in her marvelously developed
man-killer legs pounding into my sodden senses, unavoidably distracting me
even as I tried to focus on Jen struggling to contain the game little
cheerleader. Donna was talking to me again.

"It's looking pretty good at the moment for your, I mean MY GIRL, Jen, don't
you think?"

"yeah," I absently replied, while deliciously tormenting tremors spread
throughout my tingling body from the magic, heated touch of that damn leg.

"you know what this means, don't you, Joey. You know if little Jen wins she's
mine to play with all night long."

"yeah, I know," I answered quite truthfully, shuddering at the thought,
wondering what she had in store for my former goddess turned slave
champion-to-be.

Donna was fairly purring now, "that's right, hun, your favorite little slut
gets to worship this BOD in every little way I say, and she so dearly wants.
You know she wants that, don't you, Joey?"

"yeah, I guess."

"And you'd like a chance to worship this bod too, wouldn't you Joey?"

"yeah... I mean no, NO!"

She laughed lightly, wickedly; I merely flushed crimson. She was playing with
my mind. And I was confused; working on my 4th beer by this time certainly
didn't help. Speaking of which, I took another big gulp, trembling almost
uncontrollably as her invasive leg pressed ever closer against mine.

Donna mercifully was almost done, suddenly pulling her damn dangerous,
wonderful leg back, cooing, "you'll get your chance, little guy, you'll get
your chance."

I wasn't sure what she was driving at, mumbling some lame protest, "no, I
didn't say, or think, what I just said... ah hell." I was making a fool of
myself. Beside me Donna just laughed quietly.

Out on the mats while Donna was playing with my libido and my mind, for maybe
the 3rd or 4th time the over-matched, but stubbornly resisting, little bimbo
cheerleader, Randi, had pulled her slender legs up underneath her and pushed
to a shaky crouch on all fours beneath Jenny's clinging ride. Jenny, who had,
at least to my mind, started this fall with ALL the advantages, groaned loudly
at her apparent inability to hold the lighter girl down on the mat. The former
wrestling champion dug her own legs into the mat behind her, the full thigh
muscles trembling with the effort; and Randi started to give, the slinky
cheerleader lowering her head, sucking in big, rasping gulps of air. Jenny,
inhaling raggedly and then exhaling forcefully, took advantage of Randi's
lowered head, wrapping her up in yet another far cradle. The first cradle had
yielded the opening fall in this match, and now Randi groaned resignedly as
she was pulled back again. But the numbing exhaustion was clearly making Jen a
bit sloppy in her moves by this point. She had Randi's shoulders tilted back
toward the mat as she started to wrap up the little bimbo's free leg to
strengthen the pin hold; but the older girl had gotten her near shoulder too
far under Randi's sleek body in the effort, the cheerleader's right shoulder
resting on top of Jenny's left shoulder. Tonia was already down on her knees
next to the two entangled brunettes, ready to slap the mat, but held up. From
my side, Donna chirped, "What's taking so long, Blondie, slap the mat,
DAMNIT!" Tonia rasped back, "The shoulder ain't down." And it wasn't, Randi's
right shoulder still resting squarely on top of Jenny's left.

By this time Jenny had figured out this wasn't going to quite do it and was
struggling to wriggle her shoulder out from under Randi's wrapped body. But
she lost her concentration down below, Randi's sleek legs kicking desperately
against her too loose covering leg. Donna snarled back at the big blonde,
"don't get so technical, Bitch, just slap the mat if it's anywhere close." At
that very moment, with Tonia now looking up somewhat irritatingly at the
birthday girl, Randi, twisting her lithe frame with every bit of energy she
must have had left, managed to turn into Jenny and out of imminent pin danger.
Jenny groaned at the lost opportunity, but just as desperately now tried to
re-establish control. Their beautiful legs were slapping around together,
noisily, wetly, sleek muscles slicked down with sweat. And amazingly, given
the fact she clearly had the bigger, presumably much stronger, legs, Jenny had
squandered any semblance of leg control, with Randi twisting her lean body
even more and shifting into a side-on position facing the older brunette as
the leggy bimbo pulled those sleek gams completely out from under Jenny's
pawing counterparts. And now, as I blinked in amazement, and Donna next to me
let out with a low growl of smug glee, Randi was not only turning into her,
but rolling right up on top of the despairing former wrestling champion. Jenny
was almost in a panic, crying out in surprise as her shoulders briefly touched
the mat once before wriggling up. But she flailed about uselessly, as if she'd
forgotten all about such elementary things like pushing into a bridge to try
to escape her startling predicament. And Tonia, poised to slap the mat next to
Randi's tilted shoulders just seconds before, was still lurking, but over
Jenny's writhing, turned body. Incredibly, with Randi basically doing little
more than falling over the top of her, Jenny's tilted shoulders settled
dangerously close to the mat a second time, then dipped even lower. I thought
I could still see space between her right shoulder blade and the mat, but not
much; and the left shoulder was already pancaked flat. Jenny twisted the right
one up in a frantic frenzy now, but too late. With a resounding "SMACK",
Tonia's hand had bounced off the mat and Randi slowly peeled off her stunned
slave-mate, the slender cheerleader looking equally stunned by the sudden turn
of events.

I started to protest, mumbling, "hey, wait"; but next to me, Donna growled,
"put a sock in it, Joey, a pin's a pin!" Well, not exactly in my book, but I
wasn't going to argue this particular point. It was a lucky, make that
dubious, pin for the leggy cheerleader I forced myself to rationalize; and it
couldn't happen again, or could it?

Jenny was drained from the frenzied struggle there at the end, but also looked
peeved, which I thought was a good sign. Randi was equally drained, both girls
really sucking air in the short break, and sucking down the water bottles now,
the first they'd been offered since their match began. I merely sucked down my
latest beer and immediately grabbed another longneck, my head still swimming.
There was a lot of "sucking" going on, even as the big, bitchin looking
blonde, Tonia, started to get the two gasping, dead-tired beauties ready for
the next fall.

They grappled from their knees yet again, Jenny still looking shell-shocked by
the sudden turn-around and loss of a fall just a minute ago, while Randi
appeared to be riding an adrenaline spike from the same startlingly quick
reversal of fortunes. The little cheerleader almost too easily got behind and
in some semblance of control over my former classmate, emerging on top as
Jenny lay twisted over on to her stomach after the brief struggle. Jenny just
lay there for a few moments, trying to catch her breath, while Randi, eager to
press her advantage, but awkward in her moves, fumbled with the best way to
try to turn her heavier foe. Randi's hesitation cost her at first, with the
lethargic older girl finally clicking in enough to push back up to all fours
while Randi, drawing in big gulps of air above her, flailed around
ineffectually. Jenny was up to all fours for sure beneath Randi's inept,
pawing semblance of a tight waist ride, but then got sloppy herself on a
sit-out attempt, her weight too far back as she tried to slip out and around
the leggy bimbo. Randi instinctively hooked Jenny's right arm before she could
get loose, and then had enough presence of mind to suck my long-time "goddess"
back. Jenny, off balance, suddenly had her shoulders settling to the mat yet
again, but was sadly fighting it more with an anguished groan than with the
half-hearted writhing of her sweat-drenched body. Almost disbelieving that she
was doing this so quickly a second straight time, Randi plopped down over
Jenny's upturned face, pressing her sinking shoulders flat for a brief moment
while Jenny, still groaning in dismay, kicked and writhed and belatedly pushed
into a desperation bridge. But too late; Tonia's hand had already smacked the
mat, and shockingly, this quick fall had squared the match at 2 falls apiece.

Next to me, even her "royal haughtiness", Donna, seemed a little stunned by
the quick pin, exclaiming under her breath, "hot damn, the little bimbo is
full of surprises." And then, turning to me, she added, "It's sad, isn't it
Joey, how far your little slutty pal has fallen? I mean, she can't even hold
off this sexy little fluff of a cheerleader. Sheesh, she really is pathetic.
But she still has a chance to get back on top, something she seemed incapable
of against me and Tonia, hee hee." Donna was all full of herself, and too
eager to relish Jenny's admittedly sad struggles. And I wasn't amused in the
least. But I stayed silent, and stayed in my seat, bleary eyes staring at poor
Jen as Randi peeled off her after this latest embarrassing pin. The leggy
cheerleader seemed almost in a daze herself at this point, disbelief written
all over her pretty face; while Jenny, unlike the previous fall, looked more
crestfallen than peeved; not a good sign. But I still believed in her,
refusing to buy into Donna's smug, condescending assertion that the once
formidable campus champion "still had a chance" against this leggy fluff of a
cheerleader. Lamely, I offered encouragement, almost cringing as I anticipated
Donna's reaction, but croaking out nevertheless, "you can do it, Jen!" Beside
me Donna merely smirked, but thankfully kept her invasive hands, and legs, to
herself this time; while out on the mat Jenny lifted her weary head briefly
and smiled wanly. She'd heard me. I thought that was a good sign.

They were given a short water break now, both girls eagerly draining all the
precious liquid they could, while the beer and wine was getting to many of us
around the mat as we headed to the bathrooms. Donna, ever the good hostess, in
some respects at least, charitably gave her slaves an extra few minutes, while
her assembled guests trickled back to their seats. Soon enough it was
"showtime" again, Tonia waving Jen and Randi together.

I thought the extra break time would help Jen, re-ignite the hunger to claim
this bizarre match title I'd seen earlier. Certainly the thin smile she'd
given me just a minute or so ago was encouraging. I expected her to come back
with a vengeance, put the fluffy, undeserving cheerleader in her rightful
place, that is flat on the mat. As with many other things that had happened to
her, or that she'd done in the past half-year or so, Jenny was about to
surprise me again. In a word, she didn't rally like a re-awakened champion,
far from it. She should have been angrily chewing this leggy little fluff up
for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, then spitting her out vengefully. Instead
she just let Randi, who now clearly possessed what passed for the "Big Mo" in
this bizarre match, dictate the slow, sloppy tempo.

They fumbled around wearily from their knees for maybe a minute before Randi
got behind Jenny again. Jenny was still nominally trying, it seemed, but
wrestling as if in a fog. The former champion turned into Randi then, but in
the sloppy, exhaustion ridden, tangle of arms and legs, it was Jenny's
shoulders tilting to the mat as they tumbled off their knees. Jenny struggled
to bring her shoulders up out of immediate danger while Randi tried to cover
her for another quick pin. And she did manage to wriggle over to her stomach
under Randi's fumbling pin attempt, forestalling Tonia's "fast trigger hand".
Jenny now slowly pushed up to all fours, her head down, gulping big breaths of
air with the effort, with Randi laid over her back and looping those long,
lovely legs around Jenny's sweaty flanks. Incredibly, Randi's slender stems
seemed to win this little battle as poor Jen, looking beat and disheartened,
slowly sank face down on the mat. Sadly, this once proud former campus
wrestling champion seemed incapable of holding off even this slender fluff of
a cheerleader turned suspect wrestler.

Yet Randi was hardly putting the big time hurt on her downed girl, rather
doing little more than straddling Jen's backside, the adrenaline surge
fizzling out quickly In a word, she was gassed, just like Jenny beneath her.
But in thinking about it now I really think Jenny "suckered" the little bimbo
just then. Truly looking "beat", she went almost limp beneath the tangle of
Randi's groping legs and arms. And Randi took the fake hook, line, and sinker,
pressing forward into a hasty half nelson. Meeting little resistance from the
"rag-doll" older girl, Randi started to turn Jen to her back, grunting with
the effort of lifting her heavier foe. But apparent "pinning dummy" Jen
suddenly whipped her big, dark legs to and fro as she twisted and writhed,
slipping out of Randi's grasp, her legs swinging around while turning and
rolling up on top of the startled cheerleader. Just like that Jenny, shucking
off the numbing exhaustion for a crucial second or two, had regained control.
And she kept on going, showing her experience by wrapping the hapless
cheerleader up in a double arm bar, and turning her to her back. This time
Jenny's hold didn't slip away, and her shoulder wasn't in the way as she
worked for the pin. She had her clearly, and Tonia's slap of the mat a second
or so later made it official. Jenny was back ahead 3-2, slipping gratefully
off the flattened bimbo; and she was back in command; or was she?

For a while, certainly, Randi had seized the big MO, the slender bimbo
rallying from 2 falls down to knot it up 2-2, before my laboring goddess had
sucked it up big time and just now scored the go-ahead fall with that nifty
reversal and double arm bar for the pin. Now Jenny used her size and
experience advantage to wrestle the slinky bimbo down yet again, the former
champion taking in deep gulps of air and exhaling forcefully with each labored
breath as she arm wrestled the equally tired and winded younger girl from on
top. She looked to be in control, yet, somewhat surprisingly, Jenny's attack
stalled out as Randi managed to block yet another double arm bar attempt by
the more experienced wrestler. I could see Jenny's spirits sagging just a bit
after this surprising rebuke; she no doubt believed, or wanted to believe,
that Randi had all but flicked it in after that disheartening reversal and pin
the younger brunette had suffered just a minute or so earlier. But Randi was
hanging in, stubbornly resisting, as Jen tried to keep the advantage. Jenny,
frustrated, her mouth open, foam specked tongue wagging, abandoned the
faltering double arm attempt, moving instead, albeit a bit sluggishly, to the
prone cheerleader's left side, trying to sink in a half nelson. But Randi had
already pushed up off the mat slightly, twisting her head and neck out of the
nelson and then, from her knees, turning into Jenny, stubbornly refusing to go
quietly.

The grappled wearily, each on their knees, both gasping and grunting with the
desperate effort. Their arms entangled, sweat drenched bodies twisting with
the excruciating effort, they fell together to the mat, both beauties lying on
one hip facing each other, arms and legs entwined in the desperate struggle.
Jenny's beautiful legs, bigger and more muscular than Randi's lean lovely
pair, seemed to gain the edge, her right, upper leg sliding over Randi's upper
leg. She started to roll up on top, grunting with the effort, straining
mightily in an attempt to press her advantage. But Randi somehow wriggled her
left leg, which I'd thought to be hopelessly smothered between Jenny's bigger,
stronger legs, knifing it slowly, but steadily up higher between Jenny's pair.
I could see Jenny's sweat drenched thighs tense and quiver as she tried to
clamp down on the slinky bimbo's leg, but couldn't. I was squirming in my
chair, wondering what must be going through their minds while this steamy
stalemate went on and on.

(Inside Jenny's head)

She tried to blink back the sensations, but couldn't, the haunting, sweetly
tormenting images continued to flood her muddled mind. Those other things, the
aching muscles, lungs burning, were mere distractions. She'd fought through
such simple surface distress so many times before and always persevered in the
end. That's what undefeated champions did. But THAT DAY, half a year ago or so
now, EVERYTHING had changed; for the BETTER her new Mistress had constantly
reminded her, a fact she had, finally, somewhat grudgingly, come to accept. It
was still so clear, so deliciously clear, she realized, blinking at the
incessant image, of Donna's big, gorgeous, supremely powerful and possessive
legs roving unchecked over her own spent, rubbery pair; the final surge she
was too weak and exhausted to check, rolling to her back with an almost
blissful sense of grateful relief, her feeble little gasp of total surrender
at the end THAT DAY perhaps signaling, she'd learned, her acceptance of the
"better", more natural path she was soon to embrace. "Don't be afraid of the
sensations," Mistress had explained at some point, "sometimes it's BETTER"____
there's that word again she idly mused ___ "to just let yourself go, surrender
to the moment, to something or someone you know you cannot resist." Like just
the present moment, for instance, the silky warmth, the other's muscles still
firm enough, and so wet, wonderful, and relentlessly pressing ever higher up
between her own helplessly parting legs, possessing the moment, possessing
her. Deep down she now knew she was unable to resist them. Her parted thighs
fairly vibrated, humming with muscular exhaustion, and something more; they
were letting go, they, she, surrendering to the moment, as she should. It was
better that way, she realized, no longer uselessly trying to blink away the
sensation. She tilted her head back, rasping thinly, if heatedly,
"gunnnnnnnnhhh."

(Randi's thoughts)

"Use your best assets," the message could not be more perfectly clear she'd
slowly learned. Truth is, she'd never really wanted to try this strange sport
they called wrestling. It was hard, exhausting, too demanding of her lovely,
but ill-suited slim, lithe, long-legged body. Cheerleading was certainly never
this hard, NEVER! She had finally accepted that this was something she needed
to be doing, more importantly this was something Mistress wanted her to do. So
she tried, but it was hard to believe in the "small victories" Mistress had
assured her would come. "You've got killer legs, " Donna had once reminded
her, "but they certainly aren't the strongest; so use them in other ways if
you have to; they're still your best assets." She even remembered the first
time it really clicked in, wrapping her slinky, silky charms, clearly her best
physical assets, most everyone agreed, around the tiring legend late in their
tournament match. It had truly been a rush to feel the bigger girl sink face
down to the mat, groaning as she, herself, who thought for so long she just
wanted to be a cheerleader, deliberately raked her sleek, "killer" legs up and
down across the renowned wrestler's quivering flanks. To her utter surprise,
if not also Jen's, she'd actually tilted the bigger girl's shoulders toward
the mat that day, but much too late to even come close to winning the match.
Yet it was her first "small victory" in this strange, demanding sport. She was
getting much the same "rush" now, the heady, almost euphoric thrill of yet
another "small victory" as she pushed her BEST ASSETS ever higher between her
slave-mate's yielding bigger legs. She shuddered as she heard Jenny's almost
sweetly tormented cry while rolling on top of her. She only half stifled her
own cry of raw pleasure on seeing the former champion's head tilt back, mouth
ajar, that plaintive moan clearly registering Jen's surrender to the moment,
to her own BEST ASSETS!

(back to Joey's perspective)

Randi's sleek thigh had continued to slither ever higher up between Jenny's
slowly spreading legs. I could hear Jenny only half stifle a low groan as she
tried to bear down, pressing forward, briefly tilting Randi's shoulders back,
her full, smoothly muscled thighs fairly quivering, trembling violently in the
renewed effort. But, incredibly, Randi had fought back yet again, her
shoulders inching back to vertical, exquisitely formed, sleek thigh knifing
ever deeper between Jenny's quivering pair as she pushed hard with her free
leg. Jenny barely choked off yet another low groan; but suddenly gasped
loudly, her head tilting back, mouth gaping open as her own shoulders suddenly
dipped toward the mat.

Startled, I stared anew at the sweaty tangle of legs, saw that Randi's slender
thigh was now pushed right up almost into Jenny's blue clad crotch. And
Jenny's full, glistening thighs were fairly steaming, and vibrating, her head
lolling, loud, continuous moans escaping her spittle choked lips. She was
barely holding on, and soon not even that, as the little bimbo was battling
bravely with multiple weapons, the most stunningly noticeable being the fact
that her luscious left leg was now wedged right into Jenny's wringing wet
crotch. Poor Jen groaned loudly, exquisite torment betrayed in her fairly
whimpered cries as she yielded to the smaller brunette and those knifing,
killer legs, while her shoulders slipped back ever closer to the mat. Jenny
tried to pull her head up in a last gasp effort to resist her slinky
slave-mate; but Randi was now rolling up into her, Jenny's trembling legs
first spreading, then quickly surrendering the heated struggle as rubbery,
exhausted muscles gave way all too quickly.

Randi was not to be denied, rolling right up on top of my splayed long-time
goddess; the cheerleader's left thigh now laid out squarely over Jenny's
wringing wet blue bikini panties. That sleek, sweaty thigh muscle slithered up
and down across the older girl's crotch with a wet, sucking sound. And poor
Jen could no longer cope, left arm laid back over her head, while the right
arm pushed weakly, haplessly, at her marauding slave-mate. The older girl's
eyes were half closed, legs spreading ever wider and pawing but feebly, her
shoulders lingering but scant inches off the mat. Not five feet away from it
all I was squirming helplessly, distraught, disbelieving, hopelessly aroused
by the whole incredible scene. Beside me, Her Haughtiness merely smiled,
wickedly. Tonia was just seconds away from slapping the mat over poor Jen's
flattening shoulders.

(Jenny's mind, again)

It was all happening so fast, first the tremors, then the tingling, quickly
building to an electric buzz racing through her entire body, finally the
sweeping surrender of exhausted, over-heated muscles, as Randi's warm,
wonderful, invasive thighs had first pushed up into, then all over her
pleasantly spent dark legs in a warm, euphoric rush. It was like Déjà vu,
again, flashbacks to that first devastating, yet also strangely exciting,
moment when she let go, first offered herself up to her adored Mistress and
those impossibly sculpted, strong, dominant legs. Officially it was a shocking
first ever defeat, but Mistress had taught her it was something much more
lasting and important than that; call it an essential life lesson if you will.
There were other flashbacks racing at breakneck speed through her dazed
senses, but it was now just a big blur. She tilted her head to one side,
seeing the raised arm beginning to drop, Tonia's hand moving as if in slow
motion to its appointed impact with the grimy mat right before her blearily
staring brown eyes. There was nothing she could do about it, nothing she cared
to do about it now save feel it so intensely. Still staring at the slowly
descending hand, she cried out finally, "gawwwwwwwd", splayed body jolting
sharply, as flesh met shiny, rubbery plastic; another lesson learned, and
accepted.

(back to Joey)

Tonia, who'd dropped down next to the sweaty tangle, had held off on her usual
"trigger" hand for what seemed an eternity. The big, beautiful blonde seemed
entranced as anybody by the steamy struggle, not wanting to end it with a
premature slap of the mat. So she held off for agonizing seconds; while Randi,
grunting and gasping with the effort, finally hooked the bigger brunette's
right arm, tucking it in close to Jenny's reddened, fevered face. Poor Jen
sank slowly down, groaning helplessly, almost heatedly it seemed, looking at
it in hindsight now. Her shoulders were clearly pressed flat to the mat. Slim
little Randi, little fluffy, slinky cheerleader turned novice wrestler turned
leg assassin, HAD HER, Tonia finally snapping to life and slapping the mat
with a dramatic flourish. The slender cheerleader had pinned my long-time
goddess and former champion, AGAIN! My own rock hard member barely held off on
an imminent explosion as I heard the slap of the mat and saw the exquisitely
tormented look of utter helplessness flash across poor Jen's pretty face, the
sharp jerk of her pinioned body accompanying her feeble cry of surrender at
that very moment she yielded the fall to her slinky rival.

The match was now squared at 3 falls apiece, and Jenny and Randi, certainly,
indeed damn near all of us watching, save perhaps the regal "birthday girl"
herself, were all but done in by the heated struggle we'd just witnessed.
Poor, poor Jenny was the biggest mess, just lying there gasping, her crotch
and upper thighs steaming, while Randi, gaping and gasping for air herself,
slowly peeled off the plastered older brunette. Though caught up in my own
desperate struggle to stave off an embarrassing sticky release, I nevertheless
couldn't help cringing as I heard Donna cheerfully chirp to anybody who cared
to listen, "Hey, I taught the bimbo that neat little trick; gets 'em every
time, especially that horny little slut Jen, hah hah!"

Out there on the mat, Donna's duly anointed "horny little slut", admittedly
looking every bit that, and then some, at the present moment, whimpered softly
as her still splayed body gave another sharp jerk before settling into a
continuing pattern of light shudders and trembles. She looked all USED UP, no
make that COMPLETELY USED UP, but it wasn't over, YET!

(To be continued)