...A Continuation of 'On The Court'...
Off The Court Part 10
by moanalo
~~~~ Scissors Again ~~~~
Toppling over is imminent, and Monique starts jerking her arms free, and I react quickly. For several seconds there is a blur of action as we found and lost holds. Coming together and breaking apart. We keep struggling for some dominate position, rolling, me on top for an instant, then Monique is on top and I know what she wants. And I want to give it to her. So I start leaving myself open for her to attack with those legs. Perhaps I am a glutton for punishment? A stupid arrogant objective and one that might cost me dearly. None of that matters, I want to prove a point, that I could withstand the power of her legs.
I roll to sit-up, leaving my torso wide open, it was hers for the taking. She doesn't hesitate and now I am full of regret, dreading the impending moment as I watch those amazing long calves and thighs, her 'black power bands of muscle' clamp around my waist. Timing is critical. I flex with everything I have, it is a beautiful thing to behold. Rolling like a huge ocean wave, starting from my pecs, serratus, to my abs, and along my obliques, my bulging muscles pop out from their already defined positions. I growl as I flex like a body builder on stage. Monique's legs roll with their own power, her adductors and vastus muscles ripple with warnings of pain to come. But I am ready, grunting with all my effort I fight off her scissor hold. We barely made eye contact but we both knew what was at stake.
"Come on bitch, is the all you got!" Taunting her, although not wise, but I have an ego, pride and bragging rights are at stake here. Her response to my taunt is to arch her back, screaming. Now it feels like a giant metal vice is screwing shut while I keep my wall of muscles flexing, panting like some woman giving childbirth as I try to fight her off.
"Fuck you and your weak black legs!" I sputter the words, bubbles of spit running over my quivering lower lip. What a crazed sight we must make. Monique takes several deep breaths and goes for broke, squeezing again, making me scream, but I can feel it. Her power is tapering off with every successive effort. She is doing more panting now and the pressure from her legs keeps subsiding, while my muscles are still stacked tight and resisting. I feel that I have made my point and place my my palms against her knees, a few more grunts as my shoulders and arms flex. I break apart her scissor hold while she lets out a long cry from a failed effort to at least keep me trapped. Oh how she is furious, laying on her side, gasping, looking over at me like she couldn't believe I had resisted her best effort. I can assure you, I just barely resisted her power.
Slipping away from each other, yes slipping and sliding, our bodies are swimming in a pool of sweat and lotion. Actually it is all very sexy, every inch of our skin is wet while taking deep breaths from the exhaustion of the recent struggle.
I resist the urge to lob any additional taunts or insults. It might cause Monique to spiral into immediate violent retaliation. For the moment I just want to rest, and yes I admit it, I do not want to provoke her right now. I am wary, even fearful of this woman across from me. She is almost 6' 2" of solid athletic muscle and deadly dangerous when provoked. Instead of talking, my tongue starts tickling the cut on my lip. Monique's big eyes, so beautiful even when showing contempt, she almost seems to be admiring her handiwork of how banged up my body is. But I have given back just as good as she has given. There are battle scars all over both of us where a stray, intentional or not, elbow or knee pounded lumps and bruises into our hard bodies. And this damn room has turned into a sauna, am I hallucinating or is steam actually rising off our muscles? Hair is plastered all over our faces, neck and back, and it unnerves me to think of tangling with her again.
Was it the fighting or the physical reaction my body is having that is the source of my nervous condition?
~~~~ Explosion ~~~~
On my hands and knees, I struggle to get up, slipping all over the mat. It might be comical if we didn't have such bad intentions towards one another. Monique clamors right behind me and I make the lunge first. It turns into another series of cumbersome efforts to grab one another. She slips and rolls over on her back, I try to sit up, almost straddling her waist. When I try to spin around for a full-mount she brings her left leg up and blocks me. I end up facing her, but sitting down on her right thigh causing me to swoon for a moment at the way her powerful muscles press up against my sensitive crotch. Our legs and thighs keep pushing and rubbing against one another for control but in a more sensual way.
Slippery from sweat, lotion, and yes our aroused female-wetness, that combination creates a perfect invitation for the scissoring of our inner-thighs to deepen further. When I go to swivel my hips again, she does the same and then it happens, we suddenly find ourselves crotch-to-crotch. This is, in my mind, a catastrophic event...and not just a glancing touch either. Our slick pubic mounds rub directly against one another in the most intimate, direct way possible. Pussy-to-pussy.
Yes, I have a powerful orgasm that causes me to just about double over, moaning along the way. I've never felt or had any experience like this in my entire life. Monique's right hand shoots out clutching at the floor, her left hand clawing at her flexing stomach muscles, she is also having some strong contractions. Her face seems to wince as if in pain, but I know the sounds of an orgasm because I am making those noises as well. Like I, she is in an absolute pleasurable mental and physical state. Monique thrusts her crotch against mine, oh God, such intimacy...such pleasure...the lips of my labia open wider, slipping over Monique's parting lips. My pussy feels glued to my rivals! Such a furnace, the heat of our vaginas opening up and crushing against one another. And yes, we both allow the rubbing to continue for a couple more seconds while avoiding each others gaze. We both shared another long moan, but one of us was moaning louder.
'What would happen if I stay right here? And we keep rubbing?' My clit is buzzing so hard. I want more pressure there as well. But I didn't know what to do?! Our eyes are glazing over, we look at one another and for one split second I think there is this mutual recognition of lust that breaks through all our hostility.
But feelings of shame consume me and steal the moment, taking all the pleasure away. I can't handle this, I've never ever handled intimacy well, I've never been intimate with anyone. But that is another story. Maybe my rejection of this moment sends Monique into her own tailspin of emotions? I don't know, I can't allow myself to care. She is hesitating, so when opportunity knocks, I take it.
Not waiting for her to react, I grab her left leg and slam it out of the way so I could try and get my legs around Monique's waist. She was still shaking off what just happened and by the time she had her wits about her, she came at me with a renewed sense of hatred and rage. Like she is offended by that pleasurable moment? Or is it my reaction? Well, looks like she is going to do all the work for me. All I have to do is fall-away feigning shock and wait for her attack. I even spread my legs wide as an invitation and she dives right on top of me. Come to my momma! Ankles lock in, and I start squeezing the-ever-living-fuck out of her.
