A Round in the Sheets: Yoko Littner & Arlise Christiaens

[Winter]

Arlise clung to her composure with a death grip nearly as strong as the one she was using to try and wedge Yoko's shapely legs apart, and neither seemed to be doing her any favors. Still relying heavily on her superior posture, she worked to ignore the mounting pressure in her head, switching from wriggling her hands between Yoko's knees back to pulling on the thighs around her head with both palms. The breaths Lise sucked in were heavy from heat, pressure, and from knowing that if she let Yoko get leverage with this scissorhold that the other redhead might be able to shut the door on her chances, and her motions became desperate.

The legs jerked, trying to yank her forward by her head. Lise avoided falling the first time, having to drop her hands onto the mattress to keep her balance, but the effort that it took to stay up pulled a mewl from her lips. She tried to bring her hands back up to pry at Yoko's thighs again, but as she did Yoko yanked down on her again, and Arlise tumbled over, all too horrified of what was coming next.

Lise activated her last trump card; as she fell over, she stretched her own legs out to try and wrap them around Yoko's head before she felt her shoulder hit the mattress and her head tuck more snugly between Yoko's thighs. All she could do was hope she locked it in tightly enough and could win the battle of pressure that was to ensue.

[ragaz]

That was quite a struggle. Yoko grunting and moaning throughout the ordeal. First hard tug on Arlises head failed, but it did bring her down on her hands. The second hard tug did the job, well kind of. Yoko was trying to flip Arlise over onto her back, but she only slumped forward onto her front, which left yokos head exposed for the same treatment.

Yokos head found itself in-between the Belgians thighs in no time, next to the booty, too, just like her opponent's. "Ughh... This is quite...nnngghh... The predicament, ain't it?" The predicament was that both women got each other in the same hold, symmetrically.
Yoko felt Arlises thigh muscles harden every time the latter squeezed the former. Yokos hands would naturally rush to grab onto those thighs and apply pushing into opposite sides, to oppose the squeeze while her own thighs would try to squeeze Arlises head and neck as hard as they could.
Yoko could also feel Arlises stomach pulsating with her own as both women breathed in. Position 69 wasn't typically meant for wrestling, but it was now.

After a minute or two of this stalemate, Yoko would attempt to roll both of them to the left. If Yoko succeeded, she would be on top, though still in the same, symmetrical position

[Winter]

Arlise felt her own curvy thighs slink and snake around Yoko's head, though she doubted she had the woman nearly as securely as Yoko had her. The other redhead's thighs were grinding her ears, her cheeks, squeezing her features together to the point that they were nearly forcing tears from her grey eyes, and Lise was left panting for breath against warm, slick skin and the surface of the mattress where there were hardly any breaths to find. Still, her hands worked, but they simply squeezed and massaged at Yoko's thighs; they weren't going to pull them apart.

Her impromptu matching scissor might have bought her some time, though, even if it was likely not enough to squeeze Yoko into submission. Arlise's head was wedged, trapped, crushed, but she wasn't getting the full pressure of the hold yet with Yoko the one on her back, and while it seemed Yoko could speak - though the redhead could hardly make out what she was saying between the thick earmuffs and her own breathing, heartbeat, and soft noises of misery - her guest was clawing at her thighs too for an escape. Arlise tried to shift her legs around to tighten them around Yoko's neck to seemingly no avail, and the bedroom queen acted in response.

There was nothing Arlise could do but let out a muffled sound of surprise when Yoko flipped her onto her back and settled on top, giving Arlise a fine view of the ceiling... but more importantly, of the ass that was about to start joining the fun and squeezing on her head. Desperation came as slaps on Yoko's thighs and noises as Lise knew she was in for suffering between Yoko's beautiful gams, and while she held onto Yoko's head with her own thighs as best she could, she doubted her chances at winning a squeeze match now.

[ragaz]

Yoko wasn't sure whether her attempts at rolling them over would work out. He'll, she wasn't even sure how would that even help her exactly, but she applied her logic in bed that she applies in life - one little step at a time, always move forward.

Now that this has actually worked out, Yoko had to think how to proceed further. Yoko also figured that Arlise probably had a hard time deducing yokos possible moves with a cool head while that head was trapped in-between yokos thighs that were anything but cool.

"Uuhnn... Ghhnnkk... Mmhhnnn..." Powerful muscles of their thighs of both women were flexing as if they were about to crush a watermelon, that being their heads. Yokos hands were gripping Arlises thighs hard to try and minimize the pressure, and more importantly, appreciate the woman's majestic thighs. Yoko really wouldn't mind giving them a massage...

Yoko got back to earth maybe about a minute after the two rolled over and started feeling out each others thighs with their heads and doing their best to squeeze the opponent harder than the latter squeezed you. When she got back to earth, she got to feel the fatigue that was creeping in and the heat, both literal and metaphorical. Yoko felt beads of sweat form all over her body.

Now Yoko thought about what she could do next, but all the things she thought of needed to let go her opponent from the scissors. However there was one move that was viable in these situations almost always - grinding her abs into opponent's body.
Yoko never tried it in a 69 but there was a first time for everything. Yoko would start by pushing her belly straight down into Arlises as much as she could to get in as deep as she could. She would then tense her abs to the maximum they would appear out of nowhere like rocks in there.
Given that both women were holding onto each other pretty tight, it would be pretty stable when Yoko would start dragging her abs throughout the Belgians body. Going forward first, then back, then forward again.

[Winter]

"Nnnnnnnnh!"

Sounds of suffering poured from Lise's throat as Yoko's scissor pressure became borderline unbearable; the Belgian could hardly take much more. Three separate times as her time between Yoko's powerful thighs dragged on, she thought of unlatching one hand from those thighs and tapping on one of them to relieve the pressure... or on the ass that flexed before her eyes, giving her a visceral view of Yoko's power. But stubborn as ever, the redhead resisted, thinking that maybe if she squeezed a little harder, Yoko would tap first. So she kept threading her ankles together and trying to arch her back enough to turn Yoko's head to mush. The other woman's tap never came, though, even as Lise uttered a muffled "Give!" from between her smushed lips.

But she knew she could only hold out for so much longer; despite all the other sensations meant to distract her - her pounding head, her struggle to bring in a good breath, her damp eyes, and the dampness between her own thighs - Lise could sense herself becoming lightheaded.

And Yoko would only intensify the sensations. She started grinding her warm, slick abs against Arlise's own, forcing the Belgian beauty deeper into the mattress and bringing the heat between them to a boiling point. Arlise moaned through the thighs now pumping against her face with every movement, finding herself with too many different problems to fight against and too few defenses to stand a chance against them.

The hand lifted, but Lise fought against it, thinking she could somehow make this work and still overpower Yoko without passing out even while she quietly squealed from the grinding and the overbearing pressure crushing her head - but her own legs were failing her.

[ragaz]

"nnnhhh!" Probably all of the redheads were stubborn, because Arlise wasn't an exception. Yoko flexed her legs as hard as she could and the only response that she got was an even harder squeeze from Arlise, even asking whether Yoko was giving up. The nerve! "Uuurrgggnnnkk!!" Blowing pained breaths in-between her opponent's legs, Yoko became only more stubborn because of Arlises question and more determined than ever. She also figured that a smug response would serve as a good bluff as well. "Ugh... Give? Nngh... What do you want... To give me? Ttssnnk... Or is it that you wanna give up? Uuuukkhh! Use your hand, then, because I ain't letting up!! Aaarrgghh!!"

The mutual squeeze was continuing for a while. Yoko wasn't too worried about tapping. She was too stubborn for that, but she was worried about getting knocked out. She was getting dizzy as this continued and she felt like she might pass out if this continued for a while longer. Breathing was a hard chore despite yokos best efforts.
All she could do now was squeeze back and keep grinding the woman and believe in her ab and thigh superiority.