"Go!"
Donna held nothing back. Her facial expression turned ferocious, even savage, and she poured on the pressure. The clamping power of her thighs was just unbelievable. Despite the burst of energy I'd just gotten from Ashley, I was rapidly being overwhelmed. She was forcing my thighs steadily inwards, and I was exerting maximum counter-pressure just to slow her down. Finally, I did manage to halt her, but half the space in between my knees had been closed.
I was wishing desperately now that I had prepared more for this duel. The playful mock-practice sessions I'd had with Ashley certainly didn't count, as enjoyable as they had been. And now I was a mere 6 inches from Donna claiming her from me... with only my fatigued, aching leg muscles in the way of Donna's victory.
An interminable time seemed to pass... Ashley called out for the first minute... then one and half minutes. I missed the first 30-second callout - I must've been too occupied with holding off Donna's initial burst of power.
It was sheer excruciating agony. Every second ticking past was just brutal. We'd both uncrossed our arms and our clenched fists were hovering in mid-air. Both she and I were tensing every muscle in our bodies, making them stand out starkly. Our faces were set in rictuses of effort. We groaned, and grunted, and gasped.
Two minutes in, and already my legs were feeling like jelly. She'd managed to force them an inch closer together. I hadn't managed to force her legs back outwards at all. And her leg strength seemed unflagging.
"Big win for me," she whispered, through clenched teeth. I looked up and she was glaring at me, her eyes staring out from a sweat-streaked face. "She's mine."
I knew my makeup had long since started to run all over my face, despite the sweat-proof foundation, I was perspiring buckets. The vain part of me was aggrieved at probably looking like a wreck in front of Ashley, even though I knew full well she wouldn't mind one bit how "ugly" I looked at any given time. Still... it wouldn't have mattered so much if I'd been winning, at least, or dominating. But I was clearly losing, and to look this bad while losing...
The adrenaline rush was wearing off. The exhaustion was coming back. I glanced up from time to time, as did Donna, and each time I saw the glee and triumph growing in her eyes. I am sure she saw the frantic desperation growing in mine. I made it to two minutes and thirty seconds - time was now passing far too slowly for me - and already I felt my muscles giving out. My legs started shaking really badly.
"No..." I gasped, softly. "No... no... no..."
"Come on, Katie..." Ashley moaned, and my heart ached to hear her. "Hold on... hang in there..."
Then all of a sudden, the awful squeezing pressure on either side of my legs relented. Donna was finally flagging! I looked up, and she couldn't hide her consternation. My legs went outwards a good few inches, and she had to struggle to keep pressing them in. The relief flooded over my body like a cool shower. Finally, my gamble seemed to have paid off! We were both near enough to the point of exhaustion that she had to take a breather as badly as I did.
But she still probably had more in her reserves than I did. It would be an uncompromising test of our willpower now. She had about slightly under 2 minutes - a tortuously long time - to crush my legs together. She could still do it, if she could muster a sustained squeeze for long enough to overpower my abductors utterly.
The skin of our legs slipped and slid together a bit, as she shifted them slightly, seeking better leverage. The final push was coming. We were both heaving huge breaths, gulping in air to fuel our muscles with oxygen. Then Donna gave an animal growl and it was crunch time.
Our faces turned even redder. Spittle flew out from between our clenched teeth. My leg muscles slowly turned to jelly.
"60 seconds left!"
"30 seconds left!"
"20 seconds!" She sounded more fever-pitched each time she called out.
"10 seconds!" Our legs were trembling so violently that it almost looked as if my knees were knocking together already. Donna began growling for Ashley to call it, I was beaten, my knees were already touching... but she steadfastly shook her head and continued watching that small sliver of space in between my knees with an eagle eye.
And finally, just like that, my strength gave out, and she mashed my knees together. We both slumped in our chairs, our chests heaving, sweat pouring out of every pore. Silently, Ashley held up the phone.
4:43, rounded up. I'd done it. By just one second... less, actually. But enough to make the difference.
Donna hammered her fist into her sore legs and cursed, looking really put out. I parted the strands of hair from my face - my hair was all matted with sweat, I must have looked terrible with all the makeup running down my face, but Ashley didn't seem to care, as she took my right arm and raised it in victory, while giving Donna a meaningful look. Donna's lips twisted, and then she looked away as Ashley plastered herself to me and laid a long, deep kiss on my mouth.
Her lips mashed against mine, her tongue probed as deeply as it could reach, her moans vibrated down my throat into my chest cavity. I clutched her to me like a drowning woman clutching a life buoy. I was a sweaty mess all over, but I knew she loved "wearing" my sweat, as she put it. I also knew she wouldn't mind that my lipstick was now smeared all over her mouth.
It was not the grudging, passive kiss she'd given Donna, for sure, and she was making sure Donna knew it. When she broke apart, I was gasping desperately for air, but I felt galvanized, rejuvenated, refreshed. The three of us sat there for some time, immersed in the raw primal sexuality of the moment. Donna and I locked gazes again and slowly straightened up in our seats, throwing our shoulders back and our chests forward, and arranging our hair, in a wordless display of our sexual assets. Ashley couldn't help but take in hers, of course, as impressive as they were, but she made it a point to fix her gaze on me for much longer, signalling without words where her flag was planted.
Finally, still without anybody saying anything, we knew it was time to finish this. We rose to our feet and walked over to the center of the room... and I had to try and conceal the way I was stumbling on my sore and unsteady legs. That leg wrestling round had taken a fearsome toll on me. The only consolation I had was that Donna was also moving a little stiffly.
We stood toe to toe, but not quite face to face, given Donna's height advantage. She had her hands on her hips, her chest outthrust, shoving her hard round hemispheres into my flatter chest. I copied the pose and pushed my smaller natural breasts against hers. They pushed mine out to the sides, making them look squashed.
