"Mystery Match" in Bedroom

[Lico]

Time was flowing slowly for Iris once again as she's gradually losing herself between Frederika and Ianthe's superior posteriors. The way those rears were rubbing against her head somehow made the smothering a pleasant experience. Rather than suffering from the lack of air, it felt like a blessing received from not just one, but two goddesses! Iris barely resisting, simply letting out one muffled moans after another while Frederika and Ianthe's rear sandwich turned her mind into mush again, to the point she probably could have fallen onto her back if she wasn't held by them. Compared to the body squishing she went through earlier, this was a much softer experience, and yet arguably it could have been more effective to turn the poor girl submissive.

"Mmmmmbbb... mmmpphhbb...!"

When Frederika and Ianthe did stop gracing the rainbow haired girl's face with their divine buttcheeks, Iris gasped almost in disappointment. Like someone who's being dragged away from her favorite pillow, a part of her wanted to just stay a bit longer between the goddesses' rears. Her senses hadn't fully returned yet to her when Ianthe picked her up and tossed her to the bed, her bouncing form made her breasts jiggled a little. She panted, trying to recover as much as she could while the two divine beauties were closing in on her once again with their predatory gazes.

"Nnnghh..."

[SeptaX1]

The two larger women didn't even need to communicate through verbalage in order to get the memo. Immediately, both towering vixens straddled either side of the bed, with Iris laying flat between them. One looked at her face with a haught smirk, another with a soft yet equally salacious gaze.

Dragging her knees across the soft silky sheets of the bed, a bright white color, Ianthe lowered herself in the view of the girl. Hands took hold of Iris's head, taking handfuls of her silver hair could've been mistaken as some of the sheets. The blonde's own cross-bangs framed her attractive face enhanced by an oozing expression of confidence that illustrated seductive allure. Her voluptuous breasts jiggled and dangled in front of the Iris, while her sexy attitude grew evermore clear as she edged closer, eventually locking lips with the entranced babe. The imperatrix's raw iron form backed a refined forged ettiquette that would make anyone fall head over heels for, and that made Ianthe a perfect aura of confidence to get her way with the Italian woman.

Frederika meanwhile grew fond of Iris's beautiful body, reveling in the sounds she eeked out, and desired to indulge in her body further now that Ianthe focused on the Italian cutie's face. The mother's expert hands went to trail Iris's body, soothing the woman's soft belly with little musculature, yet still appealing in its own pillowy way. One hand eventually moved up to grab a handful of her dear's sizable breast, while the other once again teased the girl's pussy, still wet and moist from the previous climax. The fresh meat needed more tenderizing, and Frederika's digits immediately plunged into the depths of Iris's labial lips. At the same time a hungry mouth pounced onto malleable titflesh, licking and then sucking Iris's supple nipple.

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Iris as growing more nervous the closer the goddesses were to her. By now she's already fully aware ho powerless she was against these divine beauties, and had somewhat succumbed to the fate of being their plaything for the rest of the match, if it still could be called that. She moaned as Ianthe went for another passionate kiss, sucking on what little defiant thought the rainbow haired girl might have left, drawing one muffled moans after another from her lips instead.

"Mmmmhh...!"

Soon enough Frederika joined the fray, her hands caressing Iris' vulnerable form, eventually going for her breast again. She wriggled around and moaned louder, and her lower half twitched cutely as the other hand of the matriarch cupped and massaged her wet womanhood. As Frederika then plunged her fingers inside, Iris bucked herself off a little, and before long, she'd start humping on the fingers, while her body as writhing around on the bed as her nipple was sucked as well. Once again, Iris found herself being overwhelmed by the sexual assaults of the goddesses even though she's barely coming halfway down from the previous heights!

"Mmmggghh...! Nnngghh...!"

[SeptaX1]

The three fingers. Frederika's fingering consisted of not two, but three prodding digits that motioned in and out. Iris convulsed her hips to the rhythm of Frederika's sexual conducting. Slush slush, the Italian's wet pussy sloshed around as its creamy juices splurged. The delicate muffled moans that came out of her mouth only brought the message that she wanted more of their performance. The instrument made all sorts of noises that helped to lead the symphony into encore. Vigorously the goddesses's drained their toy just minutes after its first emptying euphoria.

It was also safe to say the larger ladies themselves felt their pleasure growing with their own nude clitorises dripping in the inviting sludges of pre-cum, their soft moans leaking out, while nipples sharpened, enamored with dominating this girl's nubile body. Their bodies were warm, the ducts of pleasure circulated in their skin, hearts raced, and toes curled. Drip, drip, drip, the bed stained with liquid. Ianthe was sucking the life out of Iris as her tongue protruded the Italian's, while the vibrations of the girl's moans could be felt.

The women didn't spend time to talk much in this stage, only focusing on pleasuring the other, all resources allocated to breaking Iris once again.

Frederika decided to perhaps pay more love towards Iris's soft belly, a wonderful similarity between the two curvy women. Her moist lips salivated as she left the hickeys on the plaything's chest to then drag across towards the tummy. Her hand remained on one breast while Ianthe's free hand enveloped upon the remaining mound, which would keep Iris's chest stimulated. The brunette begun pecking which turned into smooching and licking the smooth fair skin. Little of Iris's belly was toned, yet that didn't stop her opponents from enjoying its particular taste and texture. There were to be no parts of Iris's form that remained untouched and unexplored land.

[Lico]

Iris' mind was turning blank in almost no time yet again. While she had faced many dominations from women throughout her career, Frederika and Ianthe were taking it to the whole new levels. Even if it's just one of them doing it, there's no doubt that the rainbow haired girl would still be turned into a mindless, lust drunk state. Even though her orgasm only happened minutes ago, she's already on her way to another peak thanks to the relentless onslaught of the two goddesses!

Her lower half was wriggling around to match Frederika's fingers, humping them shamelessly while she's moaning almost non stop into Ianthe's mouth. Her gaze was completely submissive and silly as if the blonde was sucking a part of her soul with her kissing. As Frederika's lips trailed down to leave her breast and peppering her belly with smooches, Ianthe's hand took over the job to make sure that both of the rainbow haired girl's large orbs weren't left unattended. That prompted Iris to writhe around some more while moaning louder into Ianthe's lips, clearly being driven wild by all the stimulations on the various parts of her body.

"Mmmmhhh...! Mmpphhh...!! Hnngngggg...!" she bucked herself off a few times as she tensed up again, her toes curling in and out, before her womanhood began to spasm within a relatively short time. "Nnnnggghhhh...!!" she let out muffled cries of pleasure while her juices bursting out to coat Frederika's fingers and spraying some parts of the bed as well.

[SeptaX1]

The cries of Iris's body were music to the ears of both giantess's. From the squeals in her pitch to the squirts flooding out from her crotch, the Italian plaything reached her second consecutive climax just minutes after her first. Frederika chuckled as she felt the nectar coat her fingers, deciding to bring the digits up to her own mouth and licking the cream. Sweet and sour, its taste was still warm she thought.

Ianthe's lips eventually broke away from Iris's with a thread of saliva remaining between the two mouths, which the blonde promptly licked in delight. Her tongue lulled around in her mouth, still maintaining a furrowed naughty gaze as she stroked her hair back after the intense second climax of her toy.

"Ready for round three?~" A rhetorical teasing question since Iris didn't particularly have a choice in the matter. Both Frida and Ianthe still felt a burning desire for more, continuing until the girl beneath them blacked out from intoxicating pleasure.

Scruffing and squishing the mattress as they moved around, the Brit and German would give Iris a break from the fingering, though not for too long as it seemed all parties were equally interested in getting back into it. Frederika positioned her back towards Iris's head, taking a seated position atop her dazed face. Ianthe herself now laid stomach-down onto the sheets as she sat above Iris's head. Her legs entrapped the Italian's stationary arms on either side, while her butt now cushioned the back of the silver haired girl's head. Curvy posteriors now sandwiched the woman's face from front to back and both began to grind their behinds all over the poor girl.

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[Lico]

Iris gasped and panted heavily once Ianthe broke the kiss, her limping form barely moving for a bit while she gazed half emptily at the ceilings of the room, looking half conscious after the draining climax. It wasn't too long at all until the goddesses decided that their plaything had enough rest, even though she didn't, and prompted her for another round.

"H-haaa... n-no... w-wait..." Iris' plea fell on deaf ears as she was then laid on top of Ianthe who's lying on her belly. before Frederika sat on her protest, drawing some muffled protest from her. "M-mmpphhh...!"

All the rainbow haired girl could do was wriggling around helplessly between the two, once again sentenced to another spell in the fleshy prison. She had to say that it felt somewhat comforting to have those plump posteriors enveloping her head like this, but the increasing breathing difficulty made her continue to struggle, albeit futilely.

"Mmmmgggg..."

[SeptaX1]

The Italian was laid out flat in a sandwich as the thick bread of the German and English posteriors squished onto the beleaguered woman's face. Plea and beg the woman did, but the vixens gave no quarter, purely driven by the freedom this "match" gave them to drive with lustful desire.

Ianthe's cheek sat on her upstanding arm whilst turning her head around in amusement of the site. A smirk was evident as she sensed Iris's struggle through a muffled voice, the slight movement, and subtle tense of the girl's slim arms. Hands could grip and outstretch, but Iris couldn't even do so much as to displace Ianthe's well-built thighs even an inch, let alone the 300 pound woman sitting on her face. It was somewhat exciting to see the girl struggle so much. Even the sight of Iris's wriggling legs brought a subtle dominant pleasure to both goddesses. Frederika's wet snatch left drops on the rainbow-haired girl's head.

Both dommes rubbed in their authority literally. The plump derriere's grinded all over the poor girl's face. Frederika's plushy buttocks provided a marshmallow contrast to Ianthe's more toned, but sizable glutes. The German would also start rubbing the opponent's already fresh battered sex again, adding playful slaps on the wet slit. Finger plunged in and out, in and out, hopefully churning in rhythm with Iris's bucking hips.

Frederika's warm smile still remained as she hummed to the tempo in total immersion of their hot session. She held no true ill will, only pure enjoyment, and had hoped her opponent felt a similar way in all of this. Contrarily, Ianthe's less active role in the addictive endorphin releases perhaps resigned her to a more spectator-like position. She simply watched in amusement for the moment with off course a content arousal. It was growingly evident to say this was not totally her cup of tea. Yet, the imperatrix was certainly not so stiff to ignore what warmth she had acquired thus far.

[Lico]

Iris continued to writhe around helplessly while letting out muffled noises which were pretty much drowned within the fleshes of her captors. Most of the noises were consisted of moans rather than protesting cries, though, a result of feeling the wetness of Frederika being rubbed all over her face while having the woman's hand working its magic on her own wet pussy. The light slaps made her twitched and bucked herself off a few times every now and then, but of course it barely affected the giantess on top of her.

The rainbow haired girl was starting to feel a little lightheaded after a while, both from the lack of fresh air and her own arousal being stirred. It almost felt like she's going to start falling unconscious, and yet the constant movement inside her womanhood on top of the grinding of the divine derriere on her face kept her somewhat awake.

"Mmmmbbb..."

[SeptaX1]

The hefty breath from Iris's respiration absorbed into Frederika's bubbling rear. At some point, the poor girl was simply going lights out and incognizant. Though, that would mean the fun would have to stop and bring a premature ending that neither of the dommes wished for just yet. Suddenly, the pressure released in an immediate relief to the respiratory system and consciousness of the dazed Iris. Frederika moved herself off the Italian's body entirely, now gazing over a completely flattened pancake. Ianthe followed suit as she retracted her legs off the formerly subdued arms of the middleweight. Crawling to Iris's left side, the Brit looked down on the half-closed eyes of the drunken toy who's pleasured breasts heaved up and down with every breath.

"Mmm, any ideas for this one?" Ianthe asked as she palmed her hands behind her back for a casual stretch.

"A bit of squishy hugging fun dear?" Frederika replied and immediately Ianthe clocked what she meant.

"Now you're talking my language miss~" the Brit cooed with a slight smirk, but her tone suddenly evolved to combine an intimidating assertion laced in soft-spoken playfulness. "Up with you now.~"

Suddenly the blonde put both hands on the downed lady's shoulders, effortlessly pulling the middleweight's torso up before big arms wrapped around the back and front waist to be kept in place. Frederika followed to outstretch her hug that now touched Ianthe's own waist. Both brought Iris up to her knees and eventually raising the lady's head above their own as sizeable bosoms now delicately hugged the Italian's soft belly. Twist and turn, the smaller lady's torso was engulfed by a sea of curves while each of her legs were outnumbered by a pair of the heavyweights' toned counterparts.

Once locked in a squishy hold, the oversized funbag could be beared down upon by all too familiar playmates.

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