“Ready ladies?” Olivia asked us both as we kneeled onto the yoga mat-covered section of her basement. I sat down on my heels and stretched my arms behind my back and neck while Liz waited. She seemed a little impatient. She was sporting a light blue sports bra, with light grey cotton shorts. Her medium length chestnut hair was tied into a low ponytail. I had on a light grey sports bra, which was still not containing the size of my breasts properly, and dark grey spandex shorts. My long dyed red hair was tied back into a bun. We were both barefooted.
“Remember. I’m only doing 3 rounds. And I better get my money after this, or I’m taking your asses to court.” She threatened. “I still don’t see why you can’t practice with her, Olivia.”
“Because I twisted my ankle. Now stop complaining. The rounds will be over when one is pinned for a full count of 10. Got it?” Olivia explained, wagging her finger. Liz rolled her eyes and got into a ready stance, raising her hands towards me. I returned the stance with a silent grin, looking up at Olivia who was standing behind her. “Remember, you don’t get the money if you forfeit. So, are you ready?” she asked again.
“Just start already.” Liz huffed.
“Begin!” Olivia shouted, throwing her arm down and plopping on the sofa behind her. I nodded to Liz, and she nodded in return as we made our way to each other. She reached out and grabbed both my biceps, which I responded to by quickly jerking my arms around to break her hold. I grabbed her shoulders instead, and threw her body to my right onto the mat. She landed with a grunt and quickly tried to get back to her knees. But I was quicker than her. I threw my body onto her to flatten us against the mat and crawled up to her torso to lock my arms behind her head, smothering her face into the cleavage of my breasts. They were so large in comparison to her head, that they practically engulfed her entire skull. Her nose was nearly touching just below my ribcage.
“Mmmph,” she mumbled into my cleavage as her hands reached up to push at my hips. She pushed hard as she arched her back and pushed up with her feet, trying to toss me over her. I tightened my lock around her head and grinned, crossing my legs behind her back to keep myself steady. She twisted and rotated her torso the best she could, continuously arching her back when she wasn’t twisting. And with every other move of her body, I tightened my lock on her head, smothering her deeper into my breasts, until most of what I could see was a small amount of the back of her head. And since I didn’t hear the small gasps or breaths from beneath me, I knew she was struggling for air, but wasn’t able to tell me. And I loved it.
“Mmmph!” she mumbled a little louder as more seconds went by without me moving and without a count from Olivia. She thrust her hips up again, trying to get me off. This time I humored her, and slipped forward some so that she could get in a few gasps of air from her mouth. But just before her back went back down, I slid back again, interrupting her exhaled air.
“Nnnngh” she whimpered as her mouth was tucked back between my breasts again. I looked over at the smiling Olivia and gave a knowing head nod. She giggled and waited a few more seconds to lazily get up and walk over to us to begin the count.
“1 … 2 … 3…” she began loud enough for Liz to hear her. Hearing Olivia start the count, Liz’s struggling got calmer, knowing she would soon be released. All she did now was try to wiggle her head out from between my breasts to breathe. She got pretty close. She would wiggle her head backwards until I could see just where the curve downwards started at the bottom of her forehead. And then, acting as if I was fighting her minimal struggles, I’d slide back up, tucking her head back under.
“4… 5 … 6 … 7 …” Olivia continued.
“Nnnnghh” Liz mumbled as she tried with a bit more force to wiggle her head free. She had been cut off just after exhaling, therefore being denied another breath, and it was beginning to show. She bucked slightly and I moved one of my hands to the back of her head to hold her more firmly, biting my lower lip sadistically. She squeaked and bucked higher when I did, pushing harder at my hips. Olivia smiled as she continued.
“8 … 9 ……” she paused, letting Liz go through the painfully long last second before freedom. By now she was twisting her body left and right, squeaking with every other jerk. I squeezed my arms tighter until her head couldn’t move, not letting go until the final count. Not wanting to let go for a while.
“…10,” Olivia finally said, throwing her arm down. All together I let go of her head and let it fall back on to the mat. Her face was bright pink and strained. She gasped loudly and brought her hands to her throat as I got off of her.
“Round 1 goes to Violet.” Olivia announced as I took my stance where I was before. Liz slowly got up and made her way in front of me with her face still red. She was breathing hard and swallowing as she rubbed her forehead and pushed her hair back.
“Fucking shit that’s a tight headlock. I couldn’t breathe with your fucking tits,” she breathed, looking at my breasts. They were somewhat pink from having her face pressed so tightly against them. I played it off like I didn’t know, trying hard not to smile.
“Really? You couldn’t? I thought you were making noises because you were moving around. Sorry, I won’t do that pin again.” I said giving an apologetic smile. She nodded and looked up at Olivia.
“10 seconds feels like forever when you’re pinned like that.” She breathed. Olivia couldn’t help but giggle at that and nod.
“Tell me about it.” She said making her way between us. She raised her arm up and looked at the two of us. “Ready?” We both nodded. She threw her arm down.
“Begin!” she shouted, making her way back to the sofa.
Liz was a little more cautious approaching me this time around. She moved to the side, and I mimicked her, going the other way until we were circling each other. It wasn’t long before she went in for a tackle, which I let her do, finding it a little silly. She landed on top of me and tried to pin my wrists down, but I moved them down and grabbed a hold of her small waist. With a bit of effort, I got a firm grip and pushed her down with a thrust so that her bosom was on top of my thighs, and her face was above my pelvis. Her arms moved up in attempt to push her upper body up but my hands flew down and pushed down on the back of her head, squishing her face into my stomach. Her arms flailed momentarily before trying to push herself up again. But with one of my hands, I knocked one away, causing her to fall back down. I used that time to push her head down further and bring my thighs up above her arms and shoulders to put her in another headlock. Liz grunted as her face was pressed against my pelvic bone. Her hands when up again to push down on my hips as she got up on her knees, causing my back to rise. I took her wrists for a moment as I pushed to the right, causing her to fall on her side, and one of her arms to be trapped under my torso.
“Aagh,” I heard her say. That bothered me. I didn’t want to be able to clearly hear her say anything. I let go of her free wrist, and pushed the trapped one out from under me so it could join the rest of her squirming body. And then, with a fist full of her chestnut hair, I pulled her head up, temporally freeing her face. She shut her eyes tight at the pulling of her hair, meaning she wouldn’t be able to see what I was about to do. That made me smile. I moved her head down at an angle and thrust my hips forward so that her face was beneath my crotch. And then, pulling her head forward, I pressed her face against my covered cunt and ass, tightening my thighs around her head to secure the headlock. She squealed and brought her hand up to my hip after I had let go of her hair and clawed at them in protest. I waited in anxiously to see if I would hear any slight breaths or gasps to see if I had to adjust my hold. Olivia was also silently inspecting on the sofa, craning her neck to see. After a few seconds of nothing but squirming and muffled groans, I smiled as Liz’s hand went to my thigh to try to pull it away from the other. And to my surprise, she managed to push enough of my thigh up to suck in a sharp breath through her mouth. I grimaced and quickly reached down to grab a fist full of her hair again. Her feet kicked in pain when I did.
“Aaammphh!” she uttered as I pulled her head up slightly to tuck her more appropriately between the mass of my plump thighs. It felt good having my thighs conform around her skull. She wriggled and twisted against the mat as she was smothered once again. I kept my fist in her hair and waited again to hear a gasp. Her hand went to push at my thigh again, and I let her, wanting to see if there was still room for error.
“Mmmph!” I heard when her attempt failed, and I smiled, looking up at Olivia. She nodded to me and pressed her tongue against her upper lip in amusement as I crossed my ankles together so my legs wouldn’t be knocked apart with Liz’s thrashing. I yanked her head closer by her hair to press her further against me. She whined and jerked her body around as she continued to push against my thigh to try getting some air. In the mists of her thrashing, the top of her forehead began to poke out of my thighs. We nearly made eye contact before I pulled tightly on her hair to submerge her completely until all that was left was her hair sticking out from between my thighs. I couldn’t let her see my face. I couldn’t let her see how much I was enjoying smothering her. How much I was enjoying controlling her breathing for my own sexual pleasure. And just how much this match was rigged for our enjoyment. I smirked as her hand came up to grab my hip and used that chance to grab her wrist to keep her from pushing my thigh again. I switched hands so that I was now pulling her hair and holding her wrist with both hands.
“Nnmmph!!” she mumbled against the spandex of my shorts, making me huff a soft moan. I bit my lower lip and squeezed my thighs tighter together, wanting to feel more against me. Olivia giggled as I uncrossed my ankles and folded one of my calves behind my thigh to tighten the headlock even more and press Liz’s face close enough against me, that I could start to feel her nose against my cunt. She screeched as she realized that her face was touching my cunt and began to thrash about with more anger. I couldn’t help but smile as her hand shot up to pull and push at the hand that was pulling my calf tighter. Olivia got up and walked over, seeing that Liz would soon very much be needing air.
“1 … 2 … 3 …” she started, squatting down beside my head with a smile. I breathed heavily to avoid moaning louder and began to very discretely grind my crotch against her face in time with her movement. I laid my head back on the mat as the pleasure built up.
“Mmmh!” Liz cried, kicking against the mat.
“4 … 5…” Olivia continued when I suddenly got up, with Liz’s head still trapped between my legs. I got up into an upright position, my movements allowing for the top of her head to pop through my thighs and in to the open. She sucked in air through her nose as quickly as she could, blinking hard and looking around the room to see Olivia. And for a moment she seemed relieved to see her, but then her expression became confused when she noticed she had stopped counting. With small pants, I reached down and took and fist full of hair again, and her eyes darted up to mine in confusion. I couldn’t help but bite my grin as I pushed her back into my thighs and sat down on her face. My calves were now crossed, and the back of her head was being propped up by the heels of my feet. I let my entire weight drop onto her propped face, and sighed a pleasure-filled groan as I felt her nose press against me through the thin and flexible fabric of the spandex shorts. It was the only separation between her face and my heating cunt.
“Mmmph!” Liz mumbled in protest to her being shoved back under. Olivia sat back with a grin and shook her head at me.
“Now that ain’t right, Violet.” She giggled softly, looking down at my ass and thighs. I could feel her looking through them to Liz’s trapped and tortured face. And I could tell she was just as turned on about it as I was. I looked over at her and gestured her to come, which she happily did. I held up a finger to signal her to wait a second, which she did with some reluctance. I took Liz’s hands which were feebly pulling and pushing at my hips and forced them down to the mat before tucking them under each of my knees. She screeched, probably at the discomfort and panic of having them pinned down. Her hips shot up to try to toss me over, but only succeeded by a fraction. It was then I beckoned Olivia with a sadistic breath. She grinned, moving forward and sat down on my lap facing my direction. The pressure caused Liz’s nose to press up against my clit, and her feet to go kicking into the air. I couldn’t help but moan softly as I felt the grind it caused.
“Mmmph! Mmh!” she whimpered into me, only adding to the pleasure. Olivia smiled as she wrapped her arms around my neck and pecked my lips seductively. I held onto her hips and worked my own into a subtle grind on Liz’s face.
“1 … 2 … 3 … 4 …” Olivia started up again, loud enough for Liz to hear. She said each number between kisses, and between whimpers from Liz. I gripped Olivia’s hips tightly and pulled her closer to me, so that her weight was pushing down on my crotch, and therefore onto Liz’s face. I threw my head back and tried my best not to cry out in pleasure, but I was sure my face was burning. As was Liz’s. I weighed nearly 175 pounds and had the body curves of Jessica Rabbit — with a larger waist. Olivia and I combined could have weighed over 300 pounds. And I’m sure Liz was feeling every ounce with her head propped up on my heels.
“5 … 6 … 7 …” Olivia continued as she kissed along my arched neck, her hips working into a grind of their own. I breathed heavily as Liz’s kicks and bucks grew more frantic. But they were pointless now. With our combined weight, we didn’t even budge with each kick she did.
“8 … 9 ……” she said, pausing again as she smiled and got off of my lap, moving over to the area on the mat she was at. She breathed deeply a few times to calm herself back down, and I did the same, already missing the pressure I had gotten against Liz’s face.
“… 10.” She finished. I huffed, and raised my knees, and watched as her hands flew to my sides trying to pull me back. I fought hard to flatten my smile as I ever so slowly uncrossed my calves and got off of her red face. She immediately jerked her head to the side and started gasping and coughing. She didn’t bother to move. She just laid there, sucking in anything she could get. Oh how I would love to feed her something else. Or rather — starve her of something. Or even better. Both.
When I moved to kneel in my spot once again, she got up and bent over, still gasping and coughing occasionally. Olivia played sympathetic and crawled over to her, placing a hand on her back.
“Are you alright, Liz? Your face is so red. Could you not breathe again? ” She asked, sounding concerned. Liz shook her head frantically, looking down at the mat.
“No, fuck! Your body is so damn thick, Violet. I couldn’t even get my mouth out to tell you that you were smothering me!” she coughed, holding onto her collarbone.
“I’m sorry, Liz. I won’t do head scissors either.” I said, trying to sound apologetic. Liz looked back to Olivia.
“Why did you stop counting?” she asked, a little put off. Olivia thought fast.
“Because Violet changed her pin, and there was a chance for you to get out.” She answered.
“I tried everything to get out of that, and I couldn’t.” Liz breathed, making me fight the urge to smile.
“Sorry … If you want, for the last round if you feel you want to quit before I finish counting, you can just tap out.” Olivia offered her. I couldn’t help but let my smile come through. Olivia and I both knew Liz wasn’t going to get out of the third match. The count would never come. Her tap outs would be pointless. It was cruel to give Liz false hope like that, but it was a cruelty I loved her for. Liz nodded, finally having caught her breath.
“Okay, but this is the last round.”
I nodded. “Yep. Last one. And then we’ll pay you.” I responded as Olivia went back to her position to start the match.
“Ready?” she asked with her hand in the air. We both nodded. “Begin!” she said throwing her hand down and plopping onto the couch. Liz was real hesitant this time. When I inched forward, she actually began to move back. I couldn’t help but smirk at her fear of being smothered again. She saw my smirk, and her expression turned into that of caution as Olivia spoke, distracting her.
“Come on, Liz, get in there!” Olivia cheered, making Liz look in her direction for a brief moment. And in that moment for the first time in the match, I stood up. I was overwhelmed with the desire to have her beneath me. I bolted at her and grabbed the back of her head as I moved my feet behind her so that her head was between my thighs. She gasped and immediately brought her hands up to grab the inside of my thighs, looking up at me in shock. Her body was tilted back to an angle that would make it hard for her to maneuver away without the movement of her head, which I was preventing. She grunted and tried to figure out how to appropriately move her body while her mind raced. I squeezed my thighs, and she whined.
“No, no, you said you wouldn’t do hea-,” she protested as I abruptly dropped my weight and landed on her face, cutting off her plea. I smiled as her body was momentarily stunned from the impact.
“No head scissors, as promised.” I said smugly, as her body regained function. Her hands came up to grab my hips again with more urgency this time. As her eyes squinted open, I closed my thighs over her face to conceal her, and sighed as I wiggled my ass and cunt on her face to get more comfortable. Finally. The third round. I looked up at the grinning Olivia and smiled, raising my eyebrow. She rolled her eyes and giggled, leaning back on the sofa and taking in the show. The bucking of Liz’s hips started up again and I bit my lower lip, looking down at my thighs. My face was already flushing with the thought of what I was going to put her through. I grabbed her wrists and pinned them down beside my calves before getting into a not so subtle grind on her face, to which she quickly noticed and struggled to stop. Her strength pushed against my hands only to get but so far before being pushed back down. I giggled as my grind got a little more obvious, and Liz’s opinion of it got a little more noteworthy. Her hands balled into fists and tried harder to push against me as her body twisted about. And to my surprise, she tried something different. Her legs shot up and her ankles wrapped around my torso. They tightened around me and tried to pull me back, which they did for only a moment before I chose to let go of her wrists and take her ankles instead. I pushed them down past my lap and her body at that curve, laughing as her arms flailed about. I wondered if she was actually that flexibly, or if it was causing her some pain.
“Nnnn!” she whimpered, giving me my answer. I looked straight ahead as I opened my thighs to show her eyes and the top of her head. I knew she was looking up at me, and I was purposely avoiding her eye contact, playing the game of not noticing. But she continued to notice my grind, which I just added a rotation to. Her hands rose to grab at the edges of my sports bra and pull. This did little to nothing aside from causing my breasts to pop further out of the bra. And even that, I acted as if I didn’t notice. She tried wriggling her head out from under me and I moved so that I was holding both her legs with one arm, so my free hand to reach down and grab her hair. Still looking forward I yanked her head into place before it could escape and tightened my thighs against her face, hearing her whine in response. Her eyes were still barely able to look up at me as I finally glanced down at her. They widened in hope for a moment thinking that maybe I would be able to read her expression of distress and get off, but it only made me smile as I jerked her head closer and covered her eyes beneath me as well. She tried to push her legs up in response, which she did surprisingly, causing me to rock back and lose my balance. During the pull backwards, Liz ended up completely exposing my breasts from the sports bra, causing them to bounce around as the corners of the bra held them together. And as she pulled, she was able to get enough of my weight off of her to suck in a few breaths.
“Agh!” she breathed. I grimaced and forcefully pushed her legs apart, freeing me from her grip and jerked forward, this time scooting my body down and laying on top of her as she panted.
“What’s with you and head lo-mmph!” she said as I wrapped my arms around the back of her head and started submerging her between my breasts. She panicked and bucked her hips, pushing down on my hips as her head sunk further in. Then with quick thinking again, her hands rose to my arms instead and pulled down on them, allowing her head, with some struggle, to partially pop back out enough for her to utter some words.
“N-no, Violet! Remember you said n-mmph!” she argued as one of my hands pushed her head back under. She mumbled into me and altered between pushing at my face and pulling at my arms. I began to get frustrated when she was able to just barely pop back out because of her struggling. So I decided to take the pin to another level.
“You said you wou- mmphh” she mumbled going back under. This time, I took one arm out and held her head with only one as I used my free hand to grab her right wrist and pull it straight out above her head, then quickly wrapped my arm around her arm and the back of her head to keep the arm held. I went to do the same with her other arm, and while I was doing it she jerked her head to the left and gasped.
“Violet!” she shouted in a plea as I put her wrist alongside her other one and went to wrap my arm back around her arm and head.
“Wait! I can’t brea-mmph!” she whined as I jerked her head back into place and pressed down with my torso, slowly sinking her head in until it was completely submerged, leaving only a few strands of her hair stuck against my slightly sweating breasts. If the outsides where starting to get moist, I could only imagine the sweat that was forming in my cleavage, and what it felt like to be trapped inside it. With her arms pinned together, all Liz could do was buck and twist her legs and/or hips around, hoping it would be enough to get her out. I smiled up at Olivia who was biting her grinning lips as she looked down at the struggle that was taking place.
“You did say you wouldn’t do that pin, Violet.” She giggled, shaking her head. My smile widened as I answered.
“Her arms weren’t pinned before, Olivia.”
“Oh, touché.” She giggled, crossing her legs and leaning back again. “1 … 2 …” she began slowly. I chuckled as I heard the faint cries from Liz. We didn’t know if she could hear the counting, or our conversation, but we could her and her muffled cries. Her feet kicked about as she mumbled.
“Mmmph! Nnnn!” Her muffled pleas vibrated against my breasts and made me moan in approval and squeeze my arms more tightly together. She squeaked and I felt her mouth force its way open in an attempt to bite me, but the squishing of my breasts only gave way to her tongue licking me. I gasped feeling the wet muscle against my warm moist skin and bit my bottom lip, knowing how desperate she was getting. I looked over at Olivia and straightened my legs over Liz’s body.
“Mind giving me a hand?” I asked with a smirk. She smiled as she made her way over to my back side and gripped the edges of my spandex shorts. By this time there was a darkened area in the crotch from my wetness. She tugged the shorts down until they were off, and tossed them aside before going back to sit on the sofa. Now with a bare bottom, I slowly eased my arms to a looser grip until she was able to wiggle her head around in my cleavage. It wasn’t long before she was able to scoot it out enough to suck in air through her nose and look up at me. She blinked furiously as the air whistled in and out of her nose. And I couldn’t help myself. I smiled wickedly down at her as I playfully squeezed my breasts repeatedly to cover her nose each time. She squealed and looked around for Olivia, who was sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed.
“3 … 4 …” she continued ever so slowly. And with a swift motion, I let go of her head, reaching up and holding her wrists down onto the mat as I scooted up closer to her face. She panted heavily before seeing my now bare crotch approaching her face. Her eyes widened and her feet dug into the mat, trying to push her body backwards.
“What the-uhhn!!” she raged as my slick cunt smothered her mouth, leaving her nose free for the time being. Air whistled past as she looked up at me with angry and confused eyes. She then looked at Olivia in the same manner. Olivia smiled and waved at her with wiggling fingers. I spread Liz’s arms and held them by the wrists as I lifted up momentarily to tuck my calves under each of her arms.
“No, wait I forfe- mmph” she begged as she went back under, the air whistling again. I took Liz’s hair out from under her head and spread it out against the mat, dividing it into two sections and twisting them around. Her hands shot to my hips and dug their nails into them as she tried to pull them back. I could feel my cunt pulsing with anticipation, and I was sure that Liz could to. I gripped the sections I had made by the base and yanked the rest of her face under me, leaving not even her forehead. I breathed a moan as I bit my lip, feeling her nose slide against my erect clit. I didn’t bother to close my thighs around her head, as the grip I had on her hair was firm. I went right into riding her face, pumping my hips onto her and rotating them. She screeched and began hitting at my thighs with the intention of hurting me for the first time. But the small amount of pain was only adding to the large waves of pleasure. I sped up, yanking up again to add more pressure. Liz’s hands flew straight out and she harshly began hitting the mats. Olivia and I laughed at that. The poor thing was trying to tap out!
“Mmmphfff!!” she screeched after quite a bit of riding. I had kept my pace fast and steady for a minute and a half, and I was reluctant to let her go with the pleasure continuing to build. Her bucks grew frantic and her hands clawed into my thighs to pull them apart. She managed to get them some length apart, but the grip I had on her head was still firm and ever tightening. The distance of my thighs only allowed me to thrust faster, and get rougher, which I happily did.
“Nnnggh!” she whimpered as a few more seconds past. Her head swerved from right to left trying to wiggle free. But with each swerve that came too close, I’d tighten my grip and jerk her head back into place. I moaned and grunted as I felt the release of her held breath enter the folds of my cunt, and dropped down onto her face while I panted. She used the release of her hair to jerk her head to the right and suck in air. She choked and coughed as she did, but still, she hungrily took it in. While she was breathing, I shifted her head over so that it was in between the crease of the mats. She watched me as I did with wide and fearful eyes that soon turned to Olivia, who was obviously enjoying herself. She was now watching in the nude, and her hands were massaging her large breasts.
Once Liz’s head was caught between the crease of the mat, I reversed my position and hovered my ass over her pink face.
“No,” she coughed. “What are you doing?”
I smiled, not giving her the satisfaction of an answer, and spread my cheeks, almost immediately lowering myself afterwards. I shivered as I felt her long, straight nose enter my puckering hole. I sighed as I continued settling the rest of my weight onto her while she flailed her arms and wrapped them around my waist in protest.
“Nngh!!!” she raged.
I looked back at her squinting eyes and watched them widen as I grinded slowly and roughly on her face to slide her nose in further. I smiled and dropped my cheeks onto her face, slapping them against her eyes. I closed my thighs over the rest of her face, and took each of her wrists to hold them in my lap before I started my grind on her nose. I could feel my walls tense around it, before allowing it to slide in each time, which added to the buildup it gave. I moaned as I sped up, holding Liz’s wrists tighter to cope with her trying to pull them away. She continued to buck her hips up in resistance, but noticeably less. She was beginning to tire out. And although that meant an easier time for me, my sadistic side loved having to fight to dominate her to get what I wanted. It very much added to the pleasure. I stopped my grinding and just sat as I looked over at Olivia who was now touching herself.
“Mind getting the self-strap? Seems she needs some motivation to struggle.” I asked with a wink.
“Aww, I was going to use it.” Olivia whined as she got up to retrieve it.
“You can use it when I’m done.”
“You’re never done, Violet.” She laughed. I smirked wiggling on Liz’s face.
“Oh, just get it on her.” I said smiling. She knelt by Liz’s legs and abruptly ripped her shorts and panties from her. Liz flinched and brought her knees up to cover herself as she tried more fiercely to free her hands.
“Mmph!” she argued, continuing to struggle. I smirked, watching Olivia slide the self-strap up and without hesitation, slide the long, thick prick into her. She tightened she belt to hold the strap in place tightly around Liz’s waist. Liz twisted her body about and mumbled into me as it entered.
“Nngh!” she screamed when the strap was secure. Olivia stood up and stepped to the side, out of rage of Liz’s kicks, and reached between her legs, flipping on the switch and turning on the rough vibration in the prick.
“MMMpphhh!! Nngh!!” Liz screamed, feeling the forceful and penetrating mass of the vibrating prick. It was like electricity had gone through her body. It lunged and bucked and twisted and bounced as she tried to get away from not only the strap, but my suffocating body as well. I smiled and moaned as the jerks from her trapped head drove her nose in deeper, making it twist and turn inside. I started up my grinding again, quick and firm. You could see a wave in my plump ass with each grind. My grip never left her struggling wrists as they twisted about on my thighs. Her feet kicked in the air, causing me to slightly wobble about. I fought to keep my balance and succeeded, but just barely. I scowled at the thought of her breaking my position and breathing without my permission. I didn’t account for just how much adrenaline the strap would give her.
“Olivia, sit on her thighs.” I said, scooting up to regain my position. She nodded and quickly did as asked, facing my direction. With her weight suppressing her kicks, Liz’s movements had come to fighting minimum. I smiled, nodding to Olivia. I held out Liz’s wrists to her, suggesting to her that she hold them for me, which she did. I wanted Liz’s nose deeper. With her legs and hands restrained, I reached down and grabbed the still parted sections of her hair and wrapped them tightly around the sides of my thighs to keep her face stuck to me while I lifted up. I wanted her to be purple the next time I let her breathe. I crossed my ankles behind her head, and rested the back of it against my heel, propping her head up. Letting go of her hair, I spread my cheeks again, and dropped my weight back down. I whimpered as I felt her entire nose enter my pulsing anus. But I continued to push my weight down before dropping my cheeks. Now her face was so smothered against me that my cheeks could actually partially wrap around her head. I bit down on my lip and arched my back as I started grinding with the immense pressure.
“Eeeeeggghhhmm!!!” I heard from beneath me. It only made me shiver. She was pleading, begging — but I was on fire. Olivia looked down at Liz’s struggling body.
“She’s gonna have to come up soon, ya know.” She urged. I shook my head and beckoned her to me.
“Not yet. Come, I want to see how far her nose can enter.” I panted. She grinned and shook her head as she crawled over while holding Liz’s wrists and sat down on my lap. I cried out in pleasure as my asshole stretched further onto her nose. Panting heavily, I listened as Liz’s whimpers became even more muffled under our combined weight. I was constantly moaning now, and both my insides were pulsing.
“Oohh, fuck. I’m getting close.” I panted, continuing my grind with some difficultly. “Bounce.” I told Olivia. She giggled, bouncing gently onto my lap in the rhythm of my grind.
“Uhhnn, uhh shit …” I moaned. Liz’s feet kicked up in another attempt to knock one of us over. But Olivia quickly grabbed her ankles and held them straight down, curving Liz’s back. Before Liz thought to move her arms, I wrapped mine around Olivia, trapping hers between our large, jiggling breasts. I squeezed and we both moaned from the mashing together of our breasts. Olivia pushed down on Liz’s ankles to help her bounce, and my whimpers of pleasure grew louder.
“Uhn fuck! Get off, I’m going to cum!” I demanded. Liz’s body fell to the floor as Olivia stood back up. I stood with her and a surge of heat ran through me as I watched Liz’s pale and purple face slowly spring back to life. She stayed motionless for a while as she made up for the air she had been deprived of. I took her by her hair and sports bra and lifted her body onto the sofa. Slowly, her conscious began to awaken fully, as she had been on the verge of passing out. Her eyes blinked furiously as I situated her body. I set her calves over the sofa and aligned her back to lie against the back cushion. Finally, I set her head along the crease of the cushions, which was far deeper than the crease of the mats.
“Hold her calves. I don’t want any interruptions.” I breathed, swinging my thigh over her face and sitting on her collarbone. I was going to explode all over that pretty little face. As Liz’s vision returned to her, her eyes widened when they realized I was on top of her again. I licked my lips and smiled as I pulled her face up against my cunt by her hair, and crossed my legs behind her head to hold her in place. This time I left her eyes visible, so I could see them when I came. Her hands shot to my torso and her legs struggled against Olivia’s hold as her face was crushed against my cunt. Ignoring her hands, I wrapped my hands around her hair and pulled as I rode her nose with such force, the sofa slid ever so slightly back and forth. I threw my head back, keeping it up as I felt my orgasm approach. Liz’s long nose slid from inside my cunt to against my clit with each thrust.
“Nng, fuck, fuck …” I panted, yanking harder on her hair. She screeched as she looked up at me.
I rotated my hips as I went, feeling my walls stiffen. And then, with a convulsion that threatened to knock me over, I looked down at Liz’s tortured blue eyes, and came. Globs of cum oozed out onto her face and into her nose and mouth. My grip on her hair weakened and I was forced to let it go as my body shook. The cum was still pouring, and it could be seen rising up past my cunt and threatening to get into Liz’s eyes.
“Mmm, mmh?” she whimpered into me, now gurgling. I supposed she had hoped that now she would be let go. But I was not so kind. Nor did I have the energy to get up. I slowly uncrossed my legs and sat up, my weight pressing her head between the crease of the two cushions. If you were looking at us head on, you wouldn’t even be able to tell she was there. I slid my thighs together over her face, listening to her squeaks of desperation, and let my calves cross and hang over the edge of the sofa. Her hands clawed at my sides and I took them, crossing them over my torso as I crossed my arms to relax.
“Still not done?” Olivia asked with a giggle. I smiled and rotated my hips onto Liz’s trapped face, feeling my juices continue to leak out and smear across her drenched face, hearing the soft squish it made.
“I am … But I figure she had quite a bit of air before I came. She can stay under for a few more minutes until she passes out. Just tape her calves to the back of the sofa for me.” I sighed, still trying to catch my breath. She laughed and duck taped Liz’s calves to the back of the sofa, before coming around with the strap she had taken off of Liz. She winked and walked towards the staircase.
“Have fun with that.” She said, giving a wave and trotting up the steps. I relaxed against the sofa and just sat, feeling Liz struggle to move her body. I closed my eyes in bliss as I kept her concealed, listening to her muffled pleas for freedom.