An Old Fashioned Rodeo! (Rudi vs. Trixie)

The german didn't sound too pleased with his perdicament, something that could've brought a smile to her face, if only that her expression wasn't too twisted from the streneous effort to keep the Boston Crab locked.

A bead of sweat falls from her forehead and lands on her lower lip, where her tongue will then lick up it's salty taste. Another groan would escacpe from her throat while the naked, wet skin of her arms clung tightly to the rough material of his pants.

Her behind would sit comfortably on his lower back--right where the damage was being done. The way that her soft, ripe rump would mount his back almost looked as if it was was nursing his pain, covering where it hurts with her soft, fat flesh.

Two sensations from different extremes; the feeling of his spine being bent to great degrees...and the very round, meaty object that sat ontop of it.
Only question, now, is which Rudi liked more...

"Remember, darlin, by the rules o' Sex Wars, I ain't hafta accept yer submission!"

The southern belle would give the german a taste of own his medicine. Trixie will take another moment to look over her shoulder, lick another bead of salt from her lips, then continue to pull back on the man's legs.

Now, the true test will begin. Does Rudi possess the flexibility to resist her hold?

"Eyyaaa..." he groaned as she put the hold even more painfully down upon him. Fists pounded into the grass, then clawed at it, trying to drag himself out of her might. This wasn't how it was supposed to be, she was supposed to be a pussy girl and get put down by his superior strength! After a few pulls at the grass he found he still was not going anywhere, and the plush placement of her rump was like adding some sort of insult to injury. That rump was what he desired from the beginning, and now she would taunt him with it? The sun was so hot, his strength had already been sapped a good deal from the run around the track he had made. He had to get out of this hold quickly... or... he might lose his second match.

"Nein!" he growled at the suggestion she would not accept his submission! He'd never submit to her! EVER! With that as his rallying thought, he pushed into the ground with both hands, trying to lift her and his whole body with only his arms. Legs tensed and tried to straighten out, to throw her off of him viciously (and possibly onto her more than ample chest a few feet away from him. He roared from the effort of it, muscles dripping with sweat as he exerted himself.

"Whoooa!"

Trixie was brought back to her early years of bull riding as soon as she got herself thrown off by Rudi's powerful legs. The fall had her cute, perfect face eat dirt and soil on impact.

"Damn!"

Trixie, trying to regain her footing, plants her hands into the grass and tries to to stand up on both feet. The peach shaped object clad in shorts jutted shamelessly into the air while she was still bent over. She nearly managed to get to her feet, but like the hidden clutz in her, Trixie falls back on her hands and knees, with the hem of her running shorts riding up the shape of her behind, exposing only more bare flesh than before.

She takes a moment to look over her shoulder, hoping that the Boston Crab she had put him through left him in enough pain to give her time to get up first. If he was still too busy nursing his legs, she would attempt to mount his back and hook both of his arms in her hands for leverage, completing her special move, The Rodeo Gal!
If she manages to get this far, she'll pull back and yank, hard, on his arms.

Panting, he laid on the ground for a long time furious at how much pain his legs felt from being placed in that most embarrassing Boston Crab. He needed to figure out how to do those techniques. They were exhausting without leaving his tell tale signs of black blue and blood. Looking back to see her he watched her get up and charge him. He got his sneakers under him and began to get up as she mounted his back and grabbed his arms. With a great effort, he stood with a roar as she held onto his back. It may not have been what she was hoping for but it certainly wasn't what he was hoping for.

Trixie nearly fell over as Rudi rose to his feet, however, it wasn't nearly enough to dismount Mississippi's prized angel. Trixie readjusted her seating position, with her legs spread and circled around the rocky form of his waist, leaving her crotch to plant firmly on his lowerback.
After that, her arms gave a few more pulses of life as she tightened her hold.

"C'mon, sugah...ride for me, Giddyup!"

With a click of her heels and a sharp jerk of her hips, Trixie leans back and yanks on Rudi's arms.

"Yahh!"

"Raaahhh!! Ge' off!" he growled as he shook his upper body to try and jostle her off of his back. He could feel her crotch pressed to his spine, which only infuriated him more to know that she was so tightly bound to him. Upper body dipped down then shot up as a sort of buck to send her backwards and off of his back. That bulge in his slacks rested right under her interlocked heels. "I seit ge' off, jyu crezy bitsh!"

His muscles were soaked in sweat, and it was amazing she could even find the grip on his arms to keep a hold of him. His strength was so immense it seemed like the addition of her weight to his back was insignificant, like he had simply put on a heavy jacket rather than a fully grown woman.

Underneath her weight was an undulating wave of thick muscle tendons, twitching and moving with every strenous effot Rudi made, and also exciting every small muscle to twitch and swell within her most private place. Trixie breathed in sharply and did her best to will her throbbing heartbeat to calm down.

"That's right...keep it up, keep it comin'!"

Trixie encouraged Rudi in a low tone, but loud enough so only he could hear. Every movement from Rudi was responded with another buck of Trixie's hips against his back.
By now, a hot sauna steamed inside of her jogging shorts, and the skin near her neather regions became wet to a point where she even began to feel herself sliding over the ridges of his lower back.

Not wanting to let go, Trixie cranks another painful pull on Rudi's arms and readjusted herself ontop of him.

He let out a loud roar as he leaned forward and tried to pull his arms together in front of them. Arms tensed hard as he fought against her for control of his arms. His arms ached from the pain she was putting into them, but ultimately he simply didn't have the leverage to take back control. "YOU!" he growled as she goaded him and he stomped forward, trying to shake her with every step. His head leaned back to press against her shoulder, placing his bushy brown hair against the side of her neck. "I'm going to get jyu for thiss..." he growled as he whispered towards her cheek. She could see his frustration in his face, beads of sweat rolling downward towards his chin.

Just as she thought; Rudi was built like an ox with the size and stature of a mighty steed. The perfect man for a nice, hot ride. As much as wanted to stay on longer, Rudi was proving to be quite the resiliant bull.

"Uuuhh.....huuuhh....Dammit hol' still will ya!?"

Trixie will plead, but the way Rudi thrashed made it too hard for her to focus.
The vibrations from his growls were so deeply felt that it shook the very depths of her soul. Chilling waves ran from her private depths, up to her brain, then returned to her hot and sweat dampened area, making her swell in places that nobody in this entire field would notice.

Throughout the entire ride, Trixie's flesh had become warmer, making a bead of sweat break free from the pores of her skin, and run down along the the shape of her round bare butt cheek, then fall on Rudi's back.

"Uunnhh.....uhhh..."

Her arms were getting sore,and the sweat was doing its part in loosening her grip, not counting Rudi's powerfu; strength. Still, she refused to let up, but how long can that get her by for?

He stopped his thrashing. "Ja, jyu vent me to stop?" he panted, his chest expanding and collapsed heavily as he held her there on his back. Since her legs were wrapped around his hips and her ankles were locked, it left her feet right over that bulge in his jean pants.

"I'll stop moving... effter dis!" Summoning much of his remaining might he jumped into the air and twisted his body. The intent was to land on his back... and with her between him and the ground! If successful, she'd be crushed between the rock and a hardplace... or at least in this case it was the grass and a rock hard man. Taking a few moments, he'd breath heavily to try and calm his pacing heart, enjoying the plush bed he had suddenly made himself.