"Hey, Tina," she heard, "wake up, babe."
She looked up to see that Gary, who had fucked her front and back was jostling her awake.
"You've been lying there for an hour," he laughed, "you'll miss all the fun downstairs."
Tina smiled and extended a hand to Gary who pulled her up and wrapped one of his big meat hooks around her waist. "You're missing Donna doing her thing downstairs," he said leading her to the stairway.
Perched on the stairway, Tina could see that most of the dozen or so guests had formed a circle around a short, but very well-built dark-haired woman whose hair was cut in a pageboy. Tina remembered her. She was the Donna ad been at the Miers' orgy a couple of weeks ago, the one where she had met Peter Jamison. Donna had tried to nail Peter before Tina had, but fortunately Julie Miner had intervened. Now she was the center of attention as she went into a bellydance without anything on.
Tina had to admit that it was very sensual indeed, for although Donna's body wasn't all that great, she did know how to use it. She wiggled and squirmed with a great deal of skill, quivering one tit, and then the other, and finally both in harmony. She managed to thrust his hips forward at just the right angle, showing off her pussy with its ringlets of teased, fluffy hair. Her clit poked through the hair seductively and she seemed to have the ability to wiggle it around, too.
Now Donna sank into a limbo, spreading her legs wide apart and firmly planting herself in the middle of the circle. She arched her back and let her head fall back. Her nipples were erect and the skin on her torso stretched tight, pressing her tits against her ribcage so the only part that still protruded were her cherry-red nipples, hard and firm, like bullets.
She gyrated around and around, brushing her short hair against the floor. Her prominent cunt lips poked through her mound of hair and stood out bright and red for all to see. And still she gyrated her hips and took short steps, forward as if wiggling and squirming her way under an imaginary limbo stick. Donna quickly grabbed a cigar from one of the men in the circle and deftly inserted the burning instrument between her cunt lips. Tina could see that every man in the room had a king-sized erection from the performance the little bitch was putting on. Most of the men, without thinking about it, had started toying with their own weapons even before Donna had jammed the burning cigar into her cunt, but now they were quietly going wild.
Donna was the center of attraction and she knew it and she was loving every second of it. She clenched and unclenched her cunt lips while still in the limbo position, making it seem like the damned cigar had a life of its own. Every man in the room, with his erection, was envying that cigar crammed into her hot little cunt. The cigar wiggled up and down, and from right to left as Donna twitched the muscles of her cave. Now she started drawing the cigar deeper and deeper into her cunt. But she was careful not to let the burning edge get too close to her fluffy hair-pie.
Now she started pushing the cigar out, laughing and squirming as she surveyed the audience she had so quickly acquired. But this was too much for her. The little act had gotten her excited and Donna just couldn't take it anymore. She let herself fall back on the floor and now gripped the cigar with her hands and started plunging it in and out of her own hot little cunt.
The excitement built up and in one quick spasm, Donna came. A couple of the men applauded in jest as Donna returned the cigar and wiped the juice away from the little cunt she had just displayed so proudly.
"Okay, everybody, let's listen to me now…"
That was George and he had that mischievous little smile that indicated that he was going to suggest a hot little something.
"Now the best two lays in the room are Tina and Donna," he started as there was a general murmur of agreement in the room, among both the men who laughed, and the women who smiled as they self-consciously fingered the cunts that they had offered both to the men and women in the room.
"Hey, listen," George started, trying to still the group again. "Let's have a little fight to the finish to see who's the better orgiast. We'll form a circle and whoever pins her opponent first will be crowned the orgiast."
There was a general murmur of agreement as the men looked forward to a battle between the two women, both beautiful, but one tall and well put together and the other short and compact. Each with their own distinct style, yet each so juicy and fuckable that they could drive any man up a tree.
"Okay, everybody, now these are the rules," George called out, "listen. Both gladiators will have their bodies coated with grease. Both will wear a chain around the waist, and the first one to pin the other for the count of three will win. There will be as many rounds as necessary. And dig this, the winner gets to do anything she wishes to the loser. Anything at all…"
"Okay?" George laughed.
The response was unanimous.
"Yeah," someone shouted.
"Dig it."
"Let's go…"
A pair of hands grabbed Tina and before she knew what was happening she found herself spread roughly on the floor and several pairs of hands started assaulting her, smearing her body with a thick layer of perfumed oil. It took a few minutes, but now Tina was getting into it. A pair of strong masculine hands cupped one of her tits and vigorously rubbed oil into it, much more carefully than was absolutely necessary. Tina arched her back to push her breasts deeper into the hands which fondled her. She could feel another pair of hands, feminine this time judging by the long fingernails, rubbing the scented oil through her thick, sweaty bush. The oil felt cool and sweet as it worked its way through Tina's bush and into the gentle folds of her slit and over the pinkish knob of her clit.
Now someone lifted Tina's midsection and passed a cold, silver chain under her. The hands felt rough and strong, and the cold of he silver felt good against her oiled body as she wiggled against it. Tina felt the hands wrap the chain tightly around her waist and lock it with a little matching silver lock. Tina couldn't see what was happening to her opponent, but she assumed that Donna was getting the same treatment.
Someone took Tina by the arms and lifted her and pushed her forward. Suddenly Tina found herself in the center of a circle, faced by Donna, also wearing a silver chain, her tits glistening and bouncing as she rocked back and forth on her heels.
"Come on, bitch," Donna hissed, crouching low and stretching her hands out toward Tina, circling her, trying to catch her tall rival from behind.
Tina turned carefully and laced fingers with her opponent, trying to pull her to the ground, but Tina slipped and fell and before she knew what was happening, she felt the breath knocked out of her as Donna leaped on top of her. The chains jangled as the two women rolled on the floor, their greased bodies slipping and sliding around the floor as they struggled with each other.
The crowd yelled its encouragement as the two tumbled madly. Tina felt the long nails of her opponent rake across her body, scratching her all over, and drawing blood from one of her nipples. Strangely, this scratching sent a shiver through Tina's body and she felt her cunt cream. It hurt, but it also felt good. Tina managed to get atop her rival, but she couldn't maintain her position because Donna managed to grab her chain and tug her out of position. She slid off the chunky battler, their tits rubbing each other. Tina was torn by feelings of sensuous desire toward her opponent, but also wanted to beat the shit out of her. Donna struggled atop Tina and dug her oily hands into Tina's bush, grabbing a handful and pulling hard. Tina was quickly snapped from her reverie of warm feeling. Now she knew that nothing should get in her way. She'd beat the little bitch to within an inch of her life and then fuck her good.
Tina let out a yelp when Donna grabbed her, but Donna laughed.
"Can't take it, huh?" she snorted. She grabbed another handful of hair and pulled again. And again Tina screamed, this time louder as she felt the pain shoot from the tips of her cunt hair all through her body. This was a fight to the death and now, she, too, would swing into action.