The Furtive Fighter, Part 4: Threesome Round Robin Hide ‘N Seek Wrestling
Ginger: 5'10", 34A-24-35, 140 lb, fairly skinny
Short, fire-red curly hair, and gray eyes.
Janet: 5'8", 36C-25-37, 140 lb, medium build (muscular look)
Shoulder length dirty blond wavy hair with light highlighting, and blue eyes.
Rob: 5'9", 39" chest x 32" waist, 150 lb, skinny (but not as skinny as Ginger)
Short, light brown hair, and hazel-green eyes.
The Next Morning:
I awoke slowly, wrapped about Ginger in a tender embrace. As I came more fully awake, I realized there was a very sore pecker between my legs. Last night had been excruciatingly pleasurable. As I waited for Ginger to stir, I played through the memories of last night’s events. We’d had a round robin wrestling match, myself with two very sexy women, all of us nude!! And one of the two women was lying right next to me at this very moment… and I’d asked her to marry me!! And she’d accepted!! Ginger would be my life-mate!! How could things be any better?!
Janet, the other woman in the round robin tournament, had returned home last night once the matches were over. But before leaving, she’d invited us back for the coming weekend to the mansion she was ‘house-sitting’ for a round robin rematch. Janet had surreptitiously witnessed a hide ‘n seek nude wrestling match between Ginger and I some weeks ago at the very same mansion and wanted us all to try a round robin three-way version. Of course, we’d accepted. But that was still a week away.
Ginger finally stirred. When her eyes met mine, she smiled blissfully and said, “Good morning, Fiancé Hon.”
“Good morning, yourself, Fiancé Hon,” I whispered softly. Ginger reached between my thighs, but I had to warn her away. “After last night, I think its gonna be a few days before I can ‘perform’. Let’s just cuddle for a while.”
I had an ulterior motive for cuddling, as I was dying to know more about Janet, and her relationship with my Ginger. “Tell me about Janet, Fiancé Hon,” I began.
I didn’t have to say more as Ginger spilled the beans. “As you already know, Janet is bisexual… with more of a tendency towards women. But that doesn’t mean she likes only women.” Ginger paused a moment before continuing:
A few years ago, Janet was in a serious relationship with a guy. He was bugging her something awful to try a threesome. At the time Janet didn’t know anyone she might ask to try such a thing. We knew each other at work, but just barely, so I was surprised when she asked me to lunch one day. And I was even more surprised when midway through lunch she leveled with me, explaining her boyfriend’s request for a threesome. If not for her forthright honesty, I’d have gotten up and left right then and there. But I kept my cool and we managed to finish lunch without further incident. It was a few days later that Janet came around again at work to apologize.
“Sorry to have startled you so badly the other day at lunch,” she began. “Believe me, there’s no easy way to suggest such a thing. I won’t bother you about it again. But I hope we can still be friends,” she offered sheepishly.
“Of course,” I told her, before asking further, “So, have you given up on the idea?” I asked.
“No, not yet, anyway,” she replied. “I have a few other ideas…”
I then told Janet that there was no need to apologize, and besides, I hadn’t yet said ‘no’. We went to lunch again that day and talked some more. Janet then explained to me that she had no problems with a threesome because she was bisexual and said, “I can understand how a heterosexual woman would refuse such an offer.”
Ginger paused at this point, obviously having some difficulty continuing, but she continued nonetheless.
It was then that I confessed my curiosity, telling her I’d often wondered what it would be like ‘to be with a woman’. To make a long story short, before trying a threesome with her boyfriend, Janet and I decided to first ‘practice’ on our own a few times. It was then that I found out that Janet liked rough and tumble sex. It’s strange how we never tried wrestling, but it just didn’t occur to either of us at the time.
Finally, it was time for the boyfriend. I met him socially first, as there was no way I’d have sex with a stranger. We went out a few times as a threesome before I agreed to it. Afterwards, he was ecstatic, and, so was Ginger. But I hadn’t had the same experience. During the threesome, I’d been more interested in Ginger than in him, so we never tried it again.
Later, I was very confused, wondering why I preferred the female to the male in that threesome. It took some time to sort out my feelings, but I finally realized the problem - he was just a friend, and not a love interest. And during ‘practice’ with Janet, we’d formed a sort of bond. I finally realized that I, too, was a bisexual, but with a stronger tendency towards men. Thus, Janet and I were similar, but our preferences were reversed.
Ginger’s ‘admission’ was over. “That’s all there is. Janet and I have remained ‘friends’ ever since. And, she still ‘owed me one’, at least until last night, that is. I guess the two of us are even now.” Ginger smiled at me sheepishly, looking for my understanding. “Besides, I managed to re-confirm my strong tendency towards men, especially this man,” she smiled before kissing me tenderly. “Still want to marry me, Hon?” she asked quietly.
“Gawd, yes!!” I hollered.
I’d thought life could get no better. But how could you top this one? My fiancé was a bisexual who preferred men!! And she liked to wrestle naked!! And she had a bisexual girlfriend who also liked to wrestle naked!! Now this had to be it… nothing could be better than this!! We kissed and nuzzled for a long time before finally rising for a late breakfast. As we ate our bagels and cream cheese, we set a tentative wedding date, about eight months distant.
The Weekend:
Once more, Ginger and I found ourselves driving through the South Georgia countryside 15 or 20 miles southwest of Atlanta, towards the country house/mansion where Janet awaited. The sun was low in the sky this time, as Janet had planned a cookout before the hide ’n seek round robin wrestling tournament, as she’d called it. The three of us had the near empty mansion to ourselves. As before, it couldn’t have been better suited. Most of the smaller furnishings had been removed, so there were few breakables remaining. And, there were still some larger pieces of furniture for hiding, seeking and wrestling! But first, dinner…
Like last time, we parked the car at the side entrance to the place. We found Janet relaxing in the back foyer, sipping some wine, tending a smoking pit of charcoal nearby. She rose instantly to greet us, a large smile upon her face. “So Rob, you didn’t chicken out,” she began, grinning mischievously.
So, this is how it would be. Ginger didn’t seem to mind, though, grinning wickedly herself. “I see you didn’t chicken out either,” I grinned back at her. “Imagine my surprise to find you here. I thought sure you’d be hiding inside with your night vision goggles.”
“Touché,” Janet replied. “But still, I remember the feeling… how it felt to beat a man fair and square in a wrestling fight! And I plan for a repeat performance tonight!!”
“Don’t count your chickens too soon,” I warned her. “I, too, experienced how it felt ‘to beat a woman fair and square in a wrestling fight!’”
Janet turned around to pour the wine, giving me ample opportunity to inspect her outfit more closely. Janet wore a sleek, form-fitting pair of white stirrup-style slacks and a bright red tank top that somehow clung to the outline of her outrageously jutting 36C breasts. From the outline of Janet’s nipples through the thin fabric, it was obvious she wore no bra. There was no need, as her boobs were very firm.
Ginger looked hot, too, wearing tight, black short-shorts and a clingy, light yellow see-through blouse. Her smallish 34A boobs bounced around continuously within the confines of the blouse, providing constant ‘entertainment’ for Janet and myself. There was no need for modesty, considering our last get-together.
I was the odd one, not dressing up overly much. I wore a pair of faded blue jeans that I had always felt accentuated my manhood to it’s fullest. I also wore a simple, gold fishnet muscle shirt. I was ‘trolling’, but in present company it didn’t really matter.
Then Janet handed the wineglass to Ginger in such a way that they naturally entwined arms for a toast. “To a fair and furious, nude wrestling contest between us,” smiled Janet. The two women clinked glasses and then downed their drinks in one swoop.
Then it was my turn. Janet filled another wineglass for me, before refilling her own. Then she approached slowly and handed me the glass. Our arms entwined in another toast. “To an unfair and furious, nude wrestling contest between us,” smiled Janet slyly. “From talking to Ginger, I understand that cheating is fair… even to be encouraged,” she smiled slyly.
Gawd, this woman was good! But then Ginger elbowed her way in between to retrieve my wineglass. She refilled our two glasses and returned. As Janet had done, Ginger now handed me a wineglass and our arms entwined in a toast. “To an unfair and furious, nude wrestling contest between fiancés,” she smiled coyly. “And to a fair and furious, nude wrestling contest between a bride and her maid of honor!” she giggled, obviously enjoying Janet’s surprise to the utmost.
Janet nearly exploded with joy. “Gawd, I’m so happy for the both of you!!” she smiled, tears welling in her eyes. “I couldn’t be happier!! And maid of honor, too! Obviously, I accept!!”
“Thanks Janet,” said Ginger. “I’m thrilled to have you as my maid of honor. I’d have told you at work last week, but it wouldn’t have been the same. I made Rob keep it secret until I could spring it on you tonight.”
Ginger explained how she had already partially moved in with me, as my house was set up much better for wrestling. Our plan was to move our best stuff into my house and the lesser stuff into Ginger’s and then have a big garage sale. Ginger grinned when she told Janet that at some point, her house would be nearly vacant. Janet grinned back slyly at the news, giving both of us a knowing look.
With the briquettes now glowing softly, Janet brought out the food. “You have a choice of hamburgers, wieners or smoked bratwurst,” she explained. “For quality control purposes, we’ll each cook our own.”
It seemed simple enough, so I grabbed a pre-formed hamburger patty and slapped it down on the grill. Each of the women grabbed a bratwurst fully around the center in a grip I could only describe as ‘commanding’.
“Worried,” teased Janet, releasing the rod-like sausage and placing it on the grill. Ginger grinned broadly while she licked and fondled her oblong object. Finally, she carefully set the bratwurst on the grill so that both bratwursts surrounded my hamburger patty. It was clear the evening would be an interesting one. It seemed the two women were plotting against me.
Once we were done cooking, Janet brought out the sandwich buns, some homemade potato salad and a fruit salad and set them on a nearby heavy redwood picnic table. We all sat down and ate heartily, but sparingly, not wanting to spoil the later ‘festivities’.
Through dinner and for a good time afterwards, we talked of marriage, plans for the future, etc., etc. The two women seemed to go on and on forever about it, never tiring of the topic. At least the prolonged discussion was giving us an opportunity to digest our dinner.
Finally it was fairly dark outside and the mosquitoes were becoming a nuisance. The smoky coals were somewhat of a shield, but at last we had to give up.
“I think it’s time to go inside,” offered Ginger, swatting another mosquito.
“Yeah, I agree,” replied Janet. “Give me a second here,” she said, grabbing a nearby water hose and dousing what little remained of the coals.
“In addition to bratwursts, Janet, you seem well-practiced at handling hoses,” I teased.
“Our male companion seems to be getting a bit uppity… doesn’t seem to know his proper place,” Janet smirked in reply. “I think it’s high time for some nude, hide ‘n seek battling,” she smiled wickedly.
“I believe so, Janet,” replied Ginger. “Let’s take this male inside and show him his place.”
Before retiring indoors, Janet turned and slowly scanned the night sky, adding simply, “Moonless night… perfect for hide ‘n seek wrestling.”
Ginger took my right hand while Janet took my left, purposefully leading me inside before securing the back door deadbolt, making much ado about throwing the latch and locking the three of us inside together. Janet motioned to the countertop nearby. The night vision goggles sat there, along with three large silver dollars. Then she piped up innocently, “Say, it occurs to me, the two of you haven’t had a proper tour of the mansion, at least not with the lights on.”
“Sure, lead on,” I grinned.
“All right. I’ve gotta turn off all the lights anyway,” replied Janet.
The Tour
“Yeah, lead on Janet,” Ginger grinned. “We’ll bring up the ‘rear’,” she continued, giving Janet a light swat on the rump.
“Ooooch! I’ll bet you will,” Janet jumped. “But before the night is done, I’ll get even with you for that spank - count on it!” Janet snickered.
I watched Janet’s round, muscular ass ‘thonk’ back and forth as she walked along ahead of us, her sleek white slacks defining every movement of her rump. “I’ll bet you guys didn’t even know there was a downstairs,” she smiled, turning partially and giving us a nice profile of her voluptuous body. Bulging within the thin, clingy fabric of her tank top, Janet’s firm, shapely 36C’s hung ‘just right’, her nipples obviously enlarged and rigid. Janet knew our eyes were on her, so she turned a bit further, showing off her assets to best advantage.
I glanced over at Ginger to make sure she was okay with Janet’s exposition, only to discover that Ginger was watching Janet’s sensuous display just as intently as was I. Should I be jealous… or happy? That was an easy one - I was one very, very happy male!
Janet led us around behind the main foyer staircase to find another staircase leading downwards to the basement. It was pretty similar to the main staircase leading upstairs - wide and padded with extra thick carpeting, but this staircase had an additional landing along the way. So, there were four steps followed by a wide landing area, then another four steps followed by the second landing area, and finally five more steps to reach the basement level. Heavy, open handrails were on both sides of the stairwell.
“Nice place for an ambush,” Ginger whispered to me. “Remember our last time?” she asked. I nodded in agreement, remembering full well. Then she added, “But that would be too obvious.”
I nodded again. The staircase battle had been the beginning of the end for me. Ginger had taken control of the battle at that point and I’d had no chance. If I were to seek Ginger this night, I vowed not to let her catch me unawares on the stairs again.
There was a door at the base of the stairs, with an extended hallway beyond. Janet motioned towards the door, saying. “This is the servant’s bedroom, be it butler or maid.”
She opened the door to reveal a queen size bed anointed with a simple scarlet red, plush comforter and two pillows. “This is where I sleep,” she said simply.
The room was nice in its simplicity, decorated modestly but attractively. I assumed there had been little point in moving too many of her personal items into the mansion for such a limited time. I complimented her fine taste, “Very nice, Janet, unassuming, while attractive.”
“Why thanks, Rob… didn’t know you had it in you,” smiled Janet.
“He’s a man of many talents,” added Ginger.
“Yes, I’m beginning to see why you agreed to marry him,” she teased.
As we stepped back into the hallway, Janet flipped off the lights in her bedroom, but left the door open.
A few steps later, Janet propped the first hallway door open, saying, “This is the library, or den… I dunno, lot’s of books and not much else.” She left the door open and turned off the lights before we moved further down the hall.
At the next door, Janet said, “This is the billiard room.” We stepped inside for a look. “No less than two regulation sized tables, plus a pocket pool table at the far end.” I noted that the two tables were side-by-side, about four feet apart and devoid of any obstacles such as balls or cues. It looked like a great place for an ambush. I filed the information away for later. Janet left the door open and flicked off the lights as we left.
The next room was a bathroom with an oversized shower. Janet led us inside and opened a second door on the opposite side of the bathroom. We stepped through to find a small swimming pool with nearby whirlpool. “This place really has possibilities, doesn’t it, Janet?” cooed Ginger.
“It sure does,” she replied. “That’s why I wanted to give you guys the tour.”
We backtracked to the hallway where Janet propped open the next door. We peeked inside to find a two-lane bowling alley, with adjacent wet bar. “This place has everything!” I remarked, completely astounded.
“Sure does,” replied Janet. Then she flicked off the lights, closed the door and led us to the last door. We stepped inside to find an exercise area complete with mat, treadmills, exercise bikes, dumbbells, etc.
“Too obvious,” began Ginger.
“And too boring, at least for hide ‘n seek,” Janet cut in. “Spontaneity is much preferred tonight.”
At that, Janet butt checked Ginger, sending her flying to the mat. Then she quickly turned to me and tripped me to the mat. I managed to grab an arm as I fell and pulled Janet down, too. Soon the three of us were rolling around in a free-for-all tussle, giggling and laughing, no one gaining any real advantage.
After a minute or two, we paused for a moment. “As you can see, I’m feeling kind of frisky for a fight tonight,” offered Janet. “Can’t wait to get started…”
“Let’s get on with the tour then,” I managed, disentangling myself from the two females.
“Yeah, I’m ready to go myself,” chided Ginger.
We got up carefully from the mat, not fully trusting the other two not to try anything further. I doubted we’d find our way back down here tonight, but it was a fun tussle for the time being. As we turned to leave, Janet flipped off the lights, but left the door wide open. I realized that Janet was setting some boundaries for the night - doors left open were ‘in-bounds’, while closed doors were ‘out of bounds’.
As we walked up the stairs to the main floor, Janet said, “I’ll give you a quick tour of the upstairs. It’s mostly bedrooms up there,” she continued as we went up the staircase to the second floor. We peeked inside three bedrooms momentarily, making sure all of the lights were turned out and doors left open. Thus far, all three were completely devoid of any furnishings whatsoever.
At the last room, Janet paused to say, “This one’s the master bedroom.”
We stepped inside. It was fabulous! There was a king-sized bed with the beautifully carved wooden headboard centered along one wall.
“Here, let me show you,” giggled Janet. She grabbed a remote and jumped into bed. “It’s one of those ‘numbers’ beds. You can adjust it from soft to firm at will,” she smiled coyly.
“Funny, I can think of something else like that, too,” smiled Ginger. I soon felt her hand groping around inside my jeans on my soft, but rapidly hardening rod.
“Hey, I can’t help it,” I blushed. “That’s the way I’m wired.”
“I think it’s cute how it’s so easy to ‘handle’ men,” giggled Janet.
“Yeah,” smirked Ginger. “They think they’re so tough, but they’re really putty in our hands.”
“Just because the two of you are harder to ‘get’ doesn’t mean you’re gonna win tonight,” I replied, feigning belligerence.
“Oh, no,” countered Janet. “That’s precisely what it does mean. Don’t think for a second that either of us women is going down tonight… unless it’s going ‘down’ on you,” she smirked, still lying on the bed. “Hey Ginger, what’s your wrestling number?” she giggled, effectively changing the subject.
“I dunno,” answered Ginger. “I never tried it before on one of these beds. What do you think?”
“I dunno either. I’ve slept in it a few times and forty-five seems pretty good. But for wrestling, I have no idea!” replied Janet, springing from the bed, wiggling her tush back & forth suggestively in front of Ginger & me as she exited the room.
Then Ginger stepped in front of me and did likewise with her tush. The vision of two wildly wiggling asses filled my mind - I was frozen in my tracks. Then Ginger flicked off the bedroom lights and called out, “C’mon Lackey. Your mistresses await! And leave that door open!”
Ginger liked the ‘mistress/lackey’ game… and so did I. Sometimes she was ‘mistress’ and other times ‘princess’. It made no difference to me. Part of the game for me was to be defiant, or misbehave. I called out to them as I hustled to catch up, “If there’s gonna be anyone going down on someone, it’ll be me on the both of you!”
I realized I hadn’t thought that one out very well as Janet smirked, “On both of us at the same time?”
“Take it from me, Janet,” Ginger added. “He’s got only one tongue.”
“Smart asses,” I replied, as I fell in step behind them. “You’ll get yours.”
“One can only hope,” Ginger smiled. “One can only hope.”
“Agreed, one can only hope,” added Janet as we headed down the staircase to the main floor. “I assume there’s no need to show you around the main floor,” she asked.
“No. I think we remember it well enough from last time,” Ginger replied.
“Me, too,” I agreed, anxious to begin.
Janet craned her head in each direction and said, “I can see there’s no lights on anywhere, other than the kitchen. C’mon! Let’s get the show on the road!”
Once we reached the kitchen, Ginger and Janet immediately began to disrobe. I glanced around and saw that the window shades were drawn, so I followed their lead. But I knew I had no reason for concern - other than the three of us, the large estate was completely deserted. Soon, we were milling around the kitchen counter, completely undressed, staring at each other’s full nakedness. It seemed as if my curly, brown ‘pubes’ were staring at the two women’s pubes - Ginger with a fire-red thatch surrounded completely by bright red freckles, while Janet’s light brown, curly thatch blended nicely with her bronze tanline-free, body.
Janet quickly took charge.
“As we agreed earlier in the week, I get to set the rules tonight,” she began.
“Right,” Ginger & I chimed.
“Good,” replied Janet, grinning cheerily, staring directly at me as our eyes locked. “Sorry, Rob, but first of all, the rules for tonight provide for round robin matches only - no other matches whatsoever! We get to take each other on, but once only, and one at a time!” She paused for effect, continuing the stare down. “I don’t think you’ll be getting ‘invulnerable’ on us tonight,” she teased. “Not enough matches… You’ll be easy pickin’s!”
“You seem overly bent on revenge, a possible weakness,” I mocked. “Wossamatta, can’t take last week’s last place finish?”
“As a matter of fact,” replied Janet. “That’s it exactly. I’m lookin’ for revenge tonight… on you… and on Ginger, too! I’m comin’ out on top tonight. I aim to be two and oh by the end.”
“No way,” Ginger chirped back at Janet. “It’s me that’ll be two and oh. You’ll have to settle for one and one,” she warned.
“Hey you two!” I jumped in, no longer feeling modest in any way about wrestling nude with my future wife or her future maid of honor. “I’m the one who’s gonna be two and oh. And, I don’t care which of you is one and one. Now let’s get on with the rules, ladies” I demanded.
“Okay, enough trash talk,” replied Janet, pretending to consider things, folding her arms under her boobs, accentuating them fully for the benefit of Ginger and myself. “It’ll be pretty similar to the last time you guys were here - hide ‘n seek nude sex wrestling.”
The Rules
Janet paused for effect and then continued. “Firstly, once hidden, you can’t change to a new hiding place. Secondly, once found, you have to fight it out with no more hiding, although chasing around while fighting is fine. And thirdly, all matches will be by submission only, sexual or otherwise. In other words, an orgasm counts the same as a wrestling submission.”
I especially liked the third rule! It left everything wide open! Tonight’s matches would be wild and woolly!!
Ginger smiled coolly. “I like it Janet. I can’t believe it, but somehow we’ve never tried it this way before. It’s always been one way or the other, but not ‘either’.”
Janet nodded, and then added, “One more thing. Last time at your house, there was a lot of boob groping and mauling, really hard grabbing in fact… and I want to keep it that way, the rougher the better!”
For a second there I was worried, but I shouldn’t have been.
“As far as I’m concerned, my boobs are fair game,” continued Janet. “But be warned, I was poking around on the web learning everything I could, and I saw that lots of women use breast smothering to beat their opponents. So consider this fair warning, my 36C’s can be quite formidable,” she taunted.
“I’m quaking in my feet,” sniggered Ginger.
“Yeah, me too,” I laughed, trying to sound confident, despite the threat. Knowing Janet from last time, I suspected she rather enjoyed having her boobs grabbed hard… and often. Janet definitely liked it rough!
Janet lurched at me and bounced her big boobs against my chest, knocking me back a few steps. “Consider yourself warned,” she grinned.
“Mine aren’t nearly as big,” countered Ginger. “But they’re every bit as dangerous,” she smirked. When Janet seemed perplexed, Ginger continued, “You know, they’re faster and more maneuverable. All I have to do is get one on top of your mouth…”
I knew from experience that Ginger was right. She was really good with her boobs, plopping one over your mouth before you knew what was happening. But I declined from warning Janet further, deeming it better to keep quiet.
“All right, all right,” Janet exclaimed, “enough posturing already! Let’s get started! And remember, the rougher the better!” Janet grabbed one of the silver dollars from the kitchen table and motioned for each of us to do the same. “We’ll coin match to see who goes first. The first one that fails to match the other two will be the ‘watcher’. Then the other two will flip again to determine ‘hider’ and ‘seeker’.”
As best we could, we stood in a small circle facing each other. Janet put her hands behind her back to adjust her coin. Her 36C’s protruded proudly, dangling ‘just so’. Her bright pink nipples were erect with anticipation.
Ginger did the same, accentuating her brightly freckled 34A’s to the fullest. Her nipples were a brighter shade of pink than Janet’s, and pointier, too. Though smaller, I knew first hand that they were every bit as formidable as Janet’s 36C’s.
But as I put my hands behind my back to adjust my silver dollar, I realized that the two women’s attention was focused totally on my rapidly rising rod. I grinned, saying, “Ready ladies?”
We brought our hands to the front, not yet revealing the coin face. “One, two, three,” began Janet. “Reveal!”
We showed our coins simultaneously - all tails!! ‘What were the odds?’ I thought, not realizing it wasn’t that unusual.
“One more time,” chimed Janet. We each reset our coins behind our backs and then brought them forth once again. “One, two, three, reveal!” Janet exclaimed once more.
This time the two women switched to ‘heads’ while I stayed with ‘tails’. “Rob, you’ll be the ‘watcher.’ Ginger and I will go again to determine hider and seeker.”
I took a step backwards and let the two women face each other directly. I liked the look of it… two strong women, defiant and determined, even in the simplest of contests. My rod became more rigid than ever.
“Okay, Ginger,” began Janet, as they held their hands forwards. “Should I call, or you?”
“You can call, Janet,” smiled Ginger, before adding a mind-psych, “for all the good it’ll do you.”
“Fine with me,” replied Janet, nonplussed. “I say that our coins match. One, two, three, reveal!” she shouted. Janet’s hand opened to reveal ‘heads’, while Ginger’s revealed ‘tails’ - Ginger had won the coin toss. Janet looked disappointed, saying, “The choice goes to the winner. What’s it to be, Ginger, ‘hider or seeker?”
Round 1 - Janet seeks Ginger
Ginger didn’t hesitate a whit, saying, “I’ll hide, you seek.”
“Alright,” answered Janet. “You get a five-minute head start,” she continued, motioning at the lighted clock on the stove before neatly flipping off the kitchen light, “and then I’m coming after you.”
“I’ll be waiting,” giggled Ginger as she padded out the door and onto the silence of the heavily carpeted hallway beyond.
“What do you think Rob?” asked Janet, standing nearby in the nearly complete darkness of the kitchen. “Where do you think she’ll hide?”
“I have no idea,” I replied. “And if I did, I’d never tell. It would spoil the fun.”
“Yeah, you’re right about that,” she continued. “Forget I asked. Here, let me show you how these night vision goggles work,” Janet ordered.
She fumbled on the kitchen counter for a moment and then stepped behind me to help with the fastener straps. I felt kind of silly as I held the main assembly to my face, but any uneasiness vanished as Janet’s 36C’s pressed against my back as she fumbled with the straps. But after a few moments the goggles were firmly affixed.
I turned to look at Janet - she was all aglow in a bright green iridescence! Her shapely body was totally revealed in graphic detail. Janet’s light brown, curly thatch instead glowed an unearthly green, but the detail was incredible!
“Hey, I thought you said the view was ‘pretty limited,’ if I remember correctly,” I exclaimed in surprise. “I can see everything,” I told her, staring directly at the fine hairs of her curly, green glowing thatch.
“That you can, my boy,” she smiled. “I wasn’t 100% truthful with you guys regarding the goggles. They’re the real thing! I paid plenty to get them, too,” she admitted.
“Hey, it’s time!” Janet continued, interrupting my reverie. “I’m heading out. You follow, but be absolutely quiet, mind you!” she warned.
“I will,” I muttered softly to myself, watching Janet’s round, muscular buns pad back and forth in front of me as she began her hunt for Ginger.
Janet was quiet as a mouse as we searched room to room on the main floor of the mansion to no avail. I crept along silently a good distance behind Janet, not wanting to become entangled in the battle once it began. I watched her body as she crept and contorted around corners in the dining room and over couches in the living room. Janet clearly knew the mansion well, leaving no place unchecked. But finally, there were no places left on this level of the mansion and I followed Janet to the main foyer and the two staircases, one leading up and the other down.
Janet paused to consider, no doubt remembering how Ginger had ambushed me on the upper staircase landing last time. No doubt she was considering that it was only a matter of time before Ginger ambushed her. And, how might she counter the ambush?
Having been in this position myself, I’d had the exact same thoughts. My conclusion had been that there was no answer. For better or worse, you just had to react to the attack whenever it came. I took advantage of Janet’s momentary indecision to admire her lithe, muscular form in greater detail, drinking in every detail of her exquisite curves.
Janet seemed to be considered her options very carefully, more than I’d have thought. I could tell she was aware of me, and maybe that was giving her pause, but I was only guessing. Finally, she decided, plodding up the stairs to the second floor. Janet took very great care to clear the mid-landing of the staircase of any ambush before moving to the top of the staircase. Her technique was flawless - I filed it away for my own use later.
Upon reaching the upper level, I saw Janet on her hands and knees stealthily slipping into the closest bedroom. She checked the closet, and then crept away to the next bedroom, which was also clear.
I was getting nervous with anticipation. Just where was Ginger? My guess had been one of the vacant bedrooms where there’d be plenty of room. I figured she’d be behind the door or something. So I was on pins and needles as Janet crawled silently into the third vacant bedroom. I took a deep breath in anticipation of the attack, but it never came.
Last time when we were here ‘alone,’ Ginger had been in the master bedroom to spring her attack, so I figured there was little chance of her being there again. I toggled to my secondary choice - the wide-open gym with the excellent mat in the basement. Ginger must be there!
But Janet had other thoughts, creeping silently into the master bedroom, probably just being certain. Janet went straight for the bed, crawling on her hands and knees so she could peak beneath. Janet had watched the two of us last time, so it was smart of her to check under the bed. After all, that was how Ginger had surprised me.
Then I saw it! Ginger crept stealthily from the nearby closet until she was directly behind the stooped over Janet, who was still inspecting the underside of the bed, her arms outstretched. Janet’s back was arched sharply, her firm, round ass pointed skywards. The ‘target’ was too incredible for anyone to have resisted the temptation. I heard a very loud slap/spank, followed by a far, far louder yelp from Janet.
Ginger had revenged herself many times over on Janet for the earlier swat. Janet jumped up quickly to her feet, but that was just what Ginger expected, as she reached around Janet’s torso and latched firmly onto her 36C’s, before bowling Janet over onto the bed in front of them.
“Glad you found me, future maid of honor?” she hissed at Janet, who was too surprised to reply. Through the green glow of the night vision goggles, I could see the two of them thrashing about the bed, Ginger in control clutching onto Janet from behind, her hands fiercely grasped Janet’s boobs. Grabbed, groped, squeezed & mauled - that was what Janet had wanted and that was certainly what she was receiving!!
On the last time with me, it had been a full nelson, but with Janet, Ginger used full boob torture. I grimaced at seeing the flesh of Janet’s 36C’s squeeze out from between Ginger’s clutching fingers. Janet grimaced in pain, though she seemed to be smiling, too. I realized that for Janet, it was both sensuous and painful at the same time.
Janet managed to sit upright on the bed, but Ginger was upright, too, latching her legs about Janet’s waist, all the while clutching Janet’s boobs aggressively from behind.
“The ‘wrestling number’ is set at forty-five, now,” huffed Ginger. “What do you think? Too soft?” she asked.
“Ugh, uhh, forty-five seems g… g… good to me…” Janet huffed in obvious pain/pleasure.
“That’s nice. So how do you like this hold?” asked Ginger, clutching ever harder at Janet’s beleaguered 36C’s. “This is what you asked for… and now you’re getting it!”
“Couldn’t have asked for more,” grunted Janet between gritted teeth.
“Wanna submit?” asked Ginger.
Janet grunted, “No way. My boobs can take it.”
But I wasn’t so certain. The punishment looked awful to me!
The two of them rolled back onto their sides and struggled back & forth for a time before rolling off the bed entirely. Ginger landed beneath Janet, taking the brunt of the fall onto the soft carpeting, releasing Janet, who rolled safely to the side to regroup.
I could see Ginger rise to her haunches quickly, preparing for Janet’s attack. But Janet lay quietly on the floor just beyond her reach. Ginger moved slowly around at close proximity, but was reaching too high. Janet’s head followed Ginger’s movements and I realized that Ginger wasn’t as quiet as she might have been. When Ginger passed nearby, Janet suddenly sprung up and placed a mighty slap/spank on Ginger’s wildly freckled ass.
“Yyyeeeooouuuccchhh!!!” screamed Ginger in surprise.
“Serves you right, future bride bitch!” she shouted, neatly countering Ginger’s previous taunt.
Ginger spun around and groped wildly for Janet. The two of them met chest-to-chest, 36C’s versus 34A’s, rigid nipples against rigid nipples, immediately clutching arms about the other’s torso from a kneeling position. Ginger was determined to land another swat upon Janet’s ass, while Janet had the same goal regarding Ginger’s ass. From the start, Ginger & I had frequently employed spanking while wrestling, so I knew Janet was in for a real spanking battle now!
The two females were locked in a mutual spanking contest. With her left arm wrapped about Janet’s waist, Ginger landed a major slap on Janet’s left butt cheek. And then it was Janet landing a loud slap to Ginger’s left butt cheek. And on and on it went, spank upon spank, first one and then the other. I could have sworn that their asses were glowing a brighter shade of green in the goggles as the contest wore on.
Finally, the two women’s arms must have tired, as they rose to a standing position, left arms still clutched about the other’s torso. Janet was quick to take advantage and caught Ginger in a full bear hug. I heard Ginger grimace and grunt as Janet squashed her ribcage. Janet was the stronger of the two and Ginger was paying for it. Janet gradually forced Ginger backwards onto the bed, lying fully atop her.
The bearhug wasn’t nearly so effective in a lying position, but that wasn’t what Janet had in mind. “I’ve been waiting to try this tonight…” grunted Janet, releasing her grip about Ginger slightly so she could shift her position slightly. “Just like on the internet… large busted women smothering their opponents to submission… and you’re going to be my first victim!!” she cackled.
I saw Ginger’s eyes get big as one of Janet’s large 36C’s flew hard against her face. But with the room in nearly total darkness, Janet was having a hard time finding/covering Ginger’s mouth, and a wild frenetic smother battle ensued, the two women wildly careening about the bed, Janet’s arms locked about Gingers shoulders and one boob or the other threatening Ginger’s air supply.
Ginger was in trouble, but I could see she was working her way towards the edge of the bed. Finally, Ginger rolled over on top of Janet as their legs slid off the edge of the bed. Janet could no longer manage a smother hold and Ginger pried Janet’s arms off from around her. Ginger’s feet were now on the floor outside of Janet’s legs, which dangled freely in the air.
Ginger saw her chance, and grabbing Janet’s hands in her own, quickly forced herself atop Janet in a dominant bodypress pin type of hold. Janet squirmed, but despite her strength couldn’t force Ginger off. I don’t think Janet felt any particular danger, but I knew different. Ginger pressed her face against Janet’s in a ‘seeking’ maneuver, ultimately kissing Ginger lightly on the lips for long moments. Then, in a flash, Ginger’s right boob was upon Janet’s mouth whilst her legs shot back and encircled Janet’s left leg. Ginger released Janet’s hands and wrapped her arms about Janet’s head. Janet struggled, but there was no escaping. Ginger was much too practiced at the move, having used it on me numerous times.
A short while later, Janet tapped out, essentially submitting to Ginger’s smaller breasts. “I claim the Right of Reward!” shouted Ginger, and soon had mounted the uncomprehending, helpless Janet in a schoolgirl pin / facesit. Janet had no choice but to ‘reward’ Ginger, satisfying her completely by licking her clit.
Finally, the two women parted and the three of us padded down the stairs to the home theatre room to rest a few moments before the next round. Janet flipped on the lights so we could find seats. Ginger and I sat together in the loveseat, the scene of my earlier defeat at Ginger’s hands a few weeks ago. Janet grabbed some bottles of beer from a nearby refrigerator and handed us each one. Then she spun a cushy chair from the next row 180 degrees around to face us and sat down. We drank silently for a few moments, letting the two women recover from their struggle.
Finally, Janet broke the silence. “I swear I almost had you with that smother,” she grumbled, disappointed at the near prospect of besting Ginger.
“Yeah, almost, but then I reversed you,” huffed Ginger.
“Out-smothered in a breast smother versus breast smother duel. Now I’ve seen everything,” I extolled in admiration.
“Poor Rob,” snickered Janet. “No boobs to smother with.”
“Um hmm,” giggled Janet. “The poor boy’s at such a disadvantage.”
I stuttered and stammered, but found no immediate reply. They were right. Breasts were
weapons that I just didn’t possess. At some point in the future I’d have to figure a suitable
countermove.
“Wossamatta? Cat got your tongue?” asked Janet.
“No, not at all,” I lied, finally coming up with a reply. “It’s like you said earlier. My best tactic is to use your breasts against you. If you try to a boob-attack, then I’ll counter by mauling said boob,” I smiled, pleased with myself for the military-like lingo. “Besides, I believe the two of you enjoy it, anyway.”
Janet smiled, “I believe my exact words were, ‘my boobs are fair game,’ followed by ‘groping mauling, and really hard grabbing’ are all fair moves.”
“Go on, Janet,” coaxed Ginger. “Tell us the rest.”
“Okay, okay,” she smiled. “Rob probably figured it out anyway that I think breast squeezing, mauling and whatever are big turn-ons.”
“Yeah, me too,” I laughed. “Glad to oblige…”
The two women ignored me, Janet quickly picking up the dangling participle. “Now it’s your turn Ginger. Does Rob know?”
“Of course he knows,” scolded Ginger. “How could the man I’m engaged to not know that I like having my boobs squeezed, mauled and grabbed?” and in an afterthought added, “at least within reasonable limits, that is? Breast mauling has been part of our wrestling repertoire right from the beginning. Although I didn’t tell him how much I liked it at first.”
“I thought maybe Ginger was one of a kind,” I added. “But I see now there are at least two of you,” I smiled.
“Hey, what about this ‘Right of Reward’?” asked Janet. “I never heard you guys use that phrase before.”
“Yeah,” answered Ginger. “It’s when you win a match by using conventional wrestling holds. The loser owes the winner a ‘reward’ of their choice.”
“Um hmm,” I added. “Sometimes that’s more fun than straight sex fighting - win a round and get your choice of reward.”
“But occasionally, we use it in sex wrestling, too,” continued Ginger. “I mean, say that you’ve just ‘satiated’ your opponent. What’s a poor victor to do?? Obviously, an immediate ‘Right of Reward’ is needed.”
“Sounds delicious,” replied Janet, downing the last of her beer, before continuing further. “Everyone ready for round two?” she asked, knowing full well we were raring to go once more. Janet got to her feet and headed for the door.
Ginger and I drained our beers and left them on the end table and followed Janet. “Catch the light on your way out,” I heard, as Janet disappeared from view. Soon we were all in the kitchen awaiting further orders from Janet.
“Alright. The loser of the first round sits out the second round as the watcher,” Janet began. “So that means I’m the watcher, leaving the two of you as ‘hider’ and ‘seeker’. Since Janet has already been ‘hider,’ that means Rob will be ‘hider’ this time and Ginger will be the ‘seeker’. Got it?” she asked.
I nodded in agreement, quietly disappointed that this also meant that in the third round Janet would hide and I would seek. I had sorely wanted to hide and spring a trap on Janet. Maybe another time, though…
“Hop to it, Fiancé Hon ,” prodded Ginger, wakening me from my stupor. “I’m starting the clock now. You better get your ass out of here so I can go find it again,” she ordered.
Round 2 - Ginger seeks Rob
I trotted out the door at a fast clip. I already knew where I was headed, making a beeline for the stairway to the basement, although in the total darkness, this was fairly challenging. The two women’s voices faded in the distance as I started down the staircase. I tripped and tumbled on the first landing, the soft padding under the carpeted stairs cushioning my fall, having forgotten that there were only a couple of steps before the first of two landings. I regained my footing quickly enough and continued downstairs.
I felt my way into the downstairs hallway, groping my way to the second hallway door. I stepped inside and flipped on the lights briefly to get my bearings. As I had remembered, there were two regulation-size pool tables sitting side-by-side about four or five feet apart, plus a pocket pool table farther down. But it was the two pool tables that figured into my plan. I double-checked to see that all pool cues & balls had been removed from the tables, and then flipped the lights back off and took up station lying on the floor under the table furthest from the door.
I settled in for a long wait while trying to remain as alert as possible. It must have been close to fifteen minutes before I heard soft footsteps on the carpeting at the entrance to the room. Could it be that Ginger was walking and not crawling?? This was a new development, though a better fit for the ambush I had in mind.
I breathed softly and slowly, though my heart began to race in anticipation of the moment of attack. In the darkness, I finally caught sight of the outline of Ginger’s legs slowly, silently passing by. I rolled stealthily out from beneath the table and then stood up silently behind her. I could just barely make out the outline of her body, unmoving just inches in front of me. She must have paused to listen! It was now or never as I reached out from behind and slipped my arms under her armpits and onto her neck for a full nelson - payback for our last battle in the dark!
Ginger reacted instantly, but she was too late. I had the nelson set, my fingers interlaced upon the back of her neck. Lacking the strength to power her way out of the hold, I knew Ginger would instinctively try to ram me backwards into a wall and break the hold. But there were no handy walls. We were blocked on three sides by pool tables, so when Ginger forced us backwards, my butt ran up against the edge of one of the regulation pool tables. I slid my butt up onto the edge of the pool table, allowing my feet to come free of the floor. As I’d hoped, the table was the ideal height from which to capture Ginger! I quickly wrapped my legs about Ginger’s waist in a scissoring move and pulled her body close to mine.
I was one happy guy, resting my butt on the edge of a pool table, my legs clamped around my fiancé’s waist, my rigid rod pressed firmly against the small of her back, and my arms beneath her arms and hands upon the back of her neck for a full nelson. “Glad you found me, Fiancé Honey?” I hissed at Ginger in reprisal for our last match on these premises.
“Always glad to find, you, Fiancé Hon ” she grunted through the pain.
My butt partially rested over the bumper and onto the surface of the pool table, so Ginger had little hope of pulling me frontward off the table. Realizing her limited options, Ginger leaned backwards and pushed off hard with her legs. The action rolled me onto my back in the center of the table, Ginger held above in the waist scissors and full nelson. As I increased the pressure on her waist, I really felt Ginger had no option but to submit. I allowed myself to momentarily contemplate my ‘Right of Reward’… perhaps a blowjob??
But I shouldn’t have counted my ‘chicken’ before it hatched, as Ginger’s outstretched hands managed to locate the sides of my head. “Yyeeoouucchh!!” I screamed, as Ginger yanked upon the roots of my scalp in opposite directions. Instinctively I released the full nelson and waist scissors. All I could do was grab at her hands and pull them free of my sideburns. “You’ll pay for that,” I threatened as Ginger rolled off me to the side, still remaining on the pool table.
As she rolled away, I took aim for her tush, connecting with a solid spank to the ass, paying her back for the hairpull, a move we had rarely employed.
“Hey,” she said, rising to her knees. “Janet said rough, so I delivered.”
We were both on our knees now, slowly moving together, groping with our arms to make contact. I was the first to connect, feeling one of Ginger’s large erect nipples. I latched down hard onto her boobs and squeezed fiercely. I heard Ginger grimace before her arms swept upwards between mine, freeing her boobs from my grasp. Her body pressed hard against mine as she tried to bowl me over. I reached for her boobs again, but she knocked my arms away once more, and then pressed her attack. I fell backwards onto my back onto the hard fabric of the pool table. I knew what was coming, so I grapevined Ginger’s legs in an attempt to keep her from breast smothering me as she had Janet.
We rolled back and forth across the table surface, Ginger trying to free her entwined leg so she could move upwards on my body for a smother, while I tried to just tried to hold her down long enough to devise a new strategy.
At one point, we were struggling for control with our legs dangling off the side of the pool table. In a flash, we were off the table and standing upright between the two pool tables in a test of strength maneuver. In general, I could out-power Ginger, especially now, since she’d already had a previous battle tonight with Janet. But after all our time together, Ginger’s wrestling technique now exceeded mine to an extent similar to our difference in strength. I knew there was no guarantee of overwhelming her here!
Several times I tried to force Ginger backwards onto one of the pool tables, but she always spun us around at the last moment, very nearly forcing me backwards onto the table instead. For a few moments, it was stalemate - my strength versus her speed and footwork. Then I got a bright idea. I batted Ginger’s hands away from our test of strength and moved in close, as if going for a bearhug. Instead, I reached behind her head and latched onto the short, fire-red curls of hair on the backside of her head with both hands. I tried to pull her backwards onto the table behind her, but in moments, Ginger had met my challenge, now fully engaged in pulling me by my hair backwards towards the opposite pool table.
I’d made a serious tactical error. It wasn’t so much a test of strength now, but more one of pain & endurance. And, judging from past battles, I knew Ginger’s pain threshold exceeded mine appreciably. It wasn’t long before I was sprawled out on my back on the surface of the other pool table. Ginger had released my hair once I’d released hers. I felt her thighs straddling my chest and I knew what was next as I felt her hands find mine and hold them against the table surface over my head. Ginger’s hot, pungently fragrant womanhood was mere inches from my face. I tried to twist free, but Ginger was too well established and much too practiced for me to succeed. After a minute or so of helplessness, I knew it was over. “I submit,” I mumbled nearly unintelligibly.
“Say it louder,” commanded Ginger. “I want Janet to hear, too. And I want you to say ‘Princess’, too.”
“All right, all right. I submit, my Princess,” I grumbled. I heard a chuckle of laughter from Janet, who must have been standing on the opposite side of the pool table to maximize her view.
“Once again, I claim the Right of Reward,” proclaimed Ginger. “You shall satisfy me however I please,” she continued. “I release you now to lie on the table beside me.”
I had assumed we’d stay put & I’d tongue her as she had made Janet, so the command came as a total surprise. Her actions were those of a princess commanding her sex lackey. Ginger eased off my shoulders and lay down flat on her back on the pool table next to me. I rolled onto my side next to her.
“Kiss me, Lackey,” she commanded, and I obeyed very willingly, rising to lie partially upon her, our chests making intimate contact while my legs remained upon the pool table.
After a minute or so of passionate kissing, Ginger issued her next command. “Now my ears,” she said simply.
By now, I was used to the princess/lackey stuff and brushed it aside, even as Janet chuckled nearby. “I obey,” I replied, as was our way. I knew just what she wanted, but only her right ear was accessible. I began kissing, licking, and nibbling at Ginger’s earlobe. I knew from experience that this was quite possibly her second most erotic spot. I had no idea why, but she liked it…. and so did I… on the giving end or receiving.
Ginger moaned loudly and her legs shuffled about the table restlessly as I used my best craft upon her ear. I could sense Janet maneuvering all around us, observing every aspect of our rapture.
After a minute or so of this, Ginger reached over and took my right hand and placed it so my fingertips were touching her clit. I knew what was expected when Ginger issued her final command, “Now, service me fully, Lackey!”
I began by softly stroking her clit with my third finger. Then I began nibbling upon her earlobe lightly, followed by light kissing her cheek, nose forehead, chin and neck, teasing her repeatedly all over while I continued to stroke her clit softly. Finally, I went for broke and locked my lips against hers and increased the speed and pressure of my fingertip upon her clit. I swear it was only fifteen or twenty seconds later that Ginger convulsed wildly in orgasm, her legs fluttering in the air as she screamed in ecstasy. I always knew that I’d gotten her good whenever I heard the scream.
Finally Ginger relaxed and lay motionlessly upon the surface of the pool table, recovering her senses. Once she roused, I slipped off the table to the floor. Janet flipped on the lights and helped Ginger upright and off the table.
Realizing her fully spent condition, Ginger said, “Thanks, honey. It was incredible!! Sorry if the princess/lackey thing embarrassed you in front of Janet,” she offered. “I guess I got a bit carried away - must have been the hair pulling or something.”
“It’s okay,” I replied. “Always glad to please,” I continued, stepping over to embrace my woman. “And don’t worry about it. I think there’s a lot of women out there who want to be ‘princesses’ - probably from reading too many romance novels,” I teased.
“I like romance novels,” asserted Janet.
I understood the intent of her statement immediately.
Finally, we made our way from the billiards room, switching off the light before leaving and fumbled our way upstairs to the home theatre room for a break. This time Janet flipped on the lights while Ginger grabbed the beer. I sat down in the loveseat, assuming Ginger would join me as before. But when she returned, Ginger motioned for Janet to join me on the loveseat while she took the cushy chair opposite.
“Why don’t the two of you sit together,” began Ginger, “the better for you to size up your competition.”
I’d been through the wringer and the beer tasted awfully good going down.
“Hairpulling, breast squeezing, spanking, face sitting & attempted breast smothering!!” exclaimed Janet. “Gawd, did you two ever have a battle!! How’d you manage to fit in all of that??”
“Just lucky,” grinned Ginger.
“Yeah, I guess so,” I smiled.
“And now I know something about possible weaknesses for Ginger,” Janet tested. “Are your earlobes really that sensitive?” she asked.
When Ginger hesitated, I replied for her. “Yes, they are… very sensitive!” I grinned.
“His, too,” countered Ginger, “just like mine!”
“How about you Janet, are your earlobes sensitive, too?” I asked.
Janet just smiled, “That’s for me to know and you to find out,” was all Janet offered in reply.
“We will… count on it,” replied Ginger. “And by the way, I win the round robin tournament,” bragged Ginger. “I’m at two wins and no losses. You guys are both at no wins and one loss. All that’s left for the two of you is deciding second and third place.”
“There’s no way I’m not gonna finish in third place again!!” exclaimed Janet, remembering last weekend. “You’re ‘going down’ tonight Rob, both ways, in fact!! First I’m gonna make you submit… and then you’ll grant my ‘Right of Reward’. And I’ve got a very special one in mind…” she gushed.
I certainly wanted to avoid third place, and informed Janet in no uncertain terms. “No way Janet. I’m gonna be the one on top and you’ll be granting my ‘Right of Reward.’ Maybe a blowjob… I dunno. I haven’t decide yet,” I huffed.
“I’m not worried,” chided Janet. “I’ll come out on top and you’ll finish third!!”
“No way,” I countered rapidly. “I’ll win and you’ll be third!!”
It went on like this for some time as we worked on our beers. It seemed both of us were more concerned with not coming in third place, and the associated ‘humiliation’, rather than ‘winning’ second place. That certainly summed up my feelings on the subject, and, I guess Janet’s, as well.
By the time the beers were drained, Janet & I were so hot from the trash talk that we were ready to throw ourselves at the other. Fortunately, Ginger jumped up from the chair and plopped down on the loveseat, squeezing in between us. “Looks like there’s gonna be fireworks. I can hardly wait to see!!” she beamed at the two of us. “Why don’t you two set down your beers right now so we can get the third round underway?” she asked politely while grinning wildly.
Janet and I complied, and then Janet jumped up, saying, “I’m gonna go hide now. You guys can turn off the lights and make your way back to the kitchen to start.”
Round 3 - Rob seeks Janet
As usual, I watched Janet’s firm, round, muscular (naked) buns thonk back and forth as she disappeared into the darkness. “Start the clock! Seek at your own risk, Rob!!” was the last thing I heard before she completely vanished.
Ginger picked up the night vision goggles, turned off the light and then led me towards the kitchen. When the lights came back on, Ginger and I were alone in the kitchen, the goggles dangling from her fingertips. She set them on the counter nearby, noting the time on the stove clock.
“It seems we’re both naked with nothing to do for the next five minutes,” teased Ginger, moving closer to embrace. “Thanks again for your expertise on the pool table, Lackey” she whispered softly.
“Anything, Princess,” was my conditioned response. And so it went as we traded kisses, teasing constantly. Of course, there were those times when we were ‘prince’ and ‘wench’, but not tonight…
I lost myself in the rapture of passionate kissing, finally coming to my senses when Ginger said, “Time’s up, Lackey, go and seek your other mistress,” she cooed in my ear.
I was badly distracted, finally prying myself away from Ginger’s embrace. Maybe it was a plot by the two women… get me all worked up and distracted so that they could win more easily. I had no idea, as I flipped off the lights while Ginger fumbled with the night vision goggles.
“All set,” Ginger signaled. “Go get her!” she continued, swatting me hard on my bare behind to send me on my way. I suppose it was payback for me swatting her earlier.
I turned my full attention to finding Janet, knowing Ginger would be following close behind, watching my every move. On my hands and knees, I made my way behind the main foyer staircase, intending to go downstairs. I hesitated at the top, trying to remember the layout. Then I heard it, a faint noise at the bottom of the stairs. I rose to my feet noiselessly and quickly began down the stair steps. I knew where Janet was hiding and I intended to take advantage.
As I found my way to the first landing, without warning, I was bowled over by Janet!! She’d tricked me into thinking she was at the bottom of the stairs. Must have tossed a sock, or something, I realized, as I tried to fight her off.
“Glad you found me, Lackey?” Janet mocked, emulating Ginger, as she forced my shoulders down against the heavily carpeted stair steps.
“I’m making you a wench tonight, Janet,” I grumbled in reply.
“The last time you were here, it was such a turn-on watching the two of you fight on the staircase, so I just had to try it,” Janet grunted in my ear. “And it’ll be you rewarding me!” she exclaimed forcefully, holding me tightly in place.
Her boobs were all over my face, no doubt trying for a smother. But the unevenness of the stairs made that difficult at best. A momentary smother was all she could manage. Her rock-hard nipples skidded across my mouth, nose and forehead as we struggled on the staircase.
I finally managed to entwine my legs about Janet’s, hoping to turn the tables. With all my strength, I flipped her over onto her back on the staircase. My right leg was between her thighs, resting on a stair step and my hands were tangled up in hers. I quickly plied my advantage, pressing my thigh firmly against her pussy in a gyrating action as best I could. Janet gasped and moaned, her resistance subsiding for the moment.
“Give up, Wench!” I hissed softly. “I’ll finish you right here… just lie back and submit… let yourself go,” I offered.
For a few moments, I thought Janet might take me up on my kind offer, but I knew better when she arched her back suddenly and flipped me over once more. Now Janet held me down and was using her thigh to rouse my highly rigid rod!
“Give up, Lackey!” she hissed softly. “I’ll finish you right here… just lie back and submit… let yourself go,” she offered, mocking me by using the very words I’d used against her.
I was sorely tempted to let her finish me here, despite the discomfort of the stair steps against my back. Janet was right - there really was something terribly exciting about fighting on a staircase!! And I found it hard to continually resist the temptation of her breasts against my face as I fought off her advances.
But I did not want to finish in third place tonight. I fought back once more, this time mounting an even more powerful rejoinder, pushing her fully off me, presumably to the landing area. I fully expected Janet to pounce back onto me, so I tucked my knees to my chest with my feet outwards. Janet’s abdomen landed square against my feet.
I had no desire to injure her, so I warned her off. “Back off now before I send you flying!” I told her. But Janet didn’t heed the warning, trying to force my legs apart. Against my better judgment, I kicked out with both legs, but not too hard, although I did send her flying. By the sound of the thud, I judged she’d hit the wall adjoining the next lower portion of the staircase. There were a couple more sounds, which I recognized as Janet skidding down the few steps to the next landing area.
After a moment, I heard Janet hiss, “You have annoyed me greatly, Lackey. Come down here at once and receive your punishment.”
I hesitated momentarily, knowing some sort of trap awaited.
“Is the Lackey afraid his mistress might punish him too severely?” she asked.
Now I had to go to her. I couldn’t back down from such a challenge. “All right Wench, I’m coming for you,” I replied.
“I’m here on the landing… waiting… no tricks,” she offered.
I had no idea if I could trust her, but I arrived unchallenged at the landing below.
“C’mere, Lackey,” I heard from a short distance away.
“Wench,” was all I managed to say as her mouth suddenly met mine in a passionate kiss… my first with Janet, I realized. We were still kissing hard as she forced us downwards against the stair steps I’d just descended. Our hands were all over each other, clawing and pawing. When her left hand found my rigid rod, I finally realized that she meant to defeat me here… sexually. My right hand quickly found her soaking wet clit and went to work rapidly. We kissed, groped and stroked for many moments, but then I broke free and went straight for her left earlobe with my tongue.
Janet gasped loudly and began cooing and moaning. I had her on the edge and she knew it! But somehow, by sheer strength of will, Janet broke free! I rose quickly and grabbed hold of her boobs and forced her against the wall of the landing area, trying to find her earlobe again with my tongue. Janet’s rigid nipples pressed firmly back against the palm of my hands, plying for their freedom. Finally, I released her left breast and forced my hand between her legs. Janet was definitely ‘on the ropes.’
She pushed me away and slid uncontrollably down the remaining few steps to the bottom of the staircase. Despite the bumpy ride, what I heard from her was most surprising. “Come Lackey, I’ll await you in my bedroom.” I heard her fading footfalls and knew it was no deception.
Obviously, it was a trap. But I chose to follow quickly to take advantage of her weakened sexual state. I rushed down the remaining stairs and into Janet’s bedroom, hot on her heels. There was a loud smack as our bodies crashed together. Janet must have just turned around to attack just before I smashed into her. We cartwheeled across the bedroom floor wildly and onto her bed. Janet’s large 36C’s caromed back and forth across my chest as we tangled and tumbled around her bed. Her rock hard nipples traced lines of contact across my chest as we struggled.
Finally, I latched onto her boobs with my hands, mostly to keep them away from my face. Her hardened nipples oozed from between my fingers as I grabbed her breasts as best I could. I could tell Janet wanted very badly to smother me for the win, so I kept her boobs at bay as best I could. But that left her hands free and she was soon groping my rigid rod. We were in a sex fight in the truest sense - sex was the weapon of choice and we both wielded it expertly. I went right for her clit and we rolled and fought, our goal being our opponent’s sexual release. Janet and I kissed frequently while we groped and rolled back & forth wildly within the confines of her bed. At first I was nervous about kissing another woman, but then I remembered how Ginger & Janet had kissed during the first round and set my concerns aside.
At one point, both of our heads dangled over the side of the bed while our entangled bodies lie towards the center. I felt I still had her ‘on the verge’ and pressed my advantage as best I could. That was when Janet made her move. She released my rod, rolling onto her back. She must have curled her legs against her body and then backwards somersaulted off the bed, because the next thing I knew, Janet’s legs were wrapped about me in a standing head scissors!
My head still dangled over the edge of the bed while Janet stood upright on the floor with her legs wrapped upon my head. The pressure of her thighs on my neck and head was intense, so I tried to slip my right arm between her legs at the knee area. Eventually, I was able to achieve my goal and the pressure was much reduced.
I knew that Janet’s clit dangled somewhere nearby, so using my arm to further pry apart her thighs, I forced my head upwards towards the pungent female scent above. Soon my tongue found her clit and Janet gasped loudly again.
But this time, Janet responded instantly, releasing the head scissors and lurching forwards once more onto the bed, using her waist to keep my head, shoulders and arms at bay. I could no longer reach her clit with any part of my body! She had clear control of my rigid, eager rod!! Both of Janet’s hands gripped my rigid rod while I lay there helplessly, unable to retaliate, let alone ‘defend’ myself!!
“Now Rob, learn how a mistress repays her Lackey’s unruly behavior,” she hissed at me, fully in control of our situation.
First, there was soft stroking of her fingertips repeatedly across the full length of my rod. I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer, but did my best, hoping for a miracle of some sort. But there was none to be had.
Janet next stroked and tickled around the tip of my pulsating rod with her thumbs. I was nearly ready to explode, but managed to hold out a few moments more. It was then that I felt her teeth nibbled softly about the tip of my very ready to explode rod. There was no holding back any longer. I screeched loudly in ecstasy, no longer able to contain myself. Janet sat up to avoid getting a snootful, choosing to bathe her boobs instead. Janet chose to press her boobs and rigid nipples against my spurting organ, smearing orgasmic juices all over her breasts as well as my abdomen. Janet shoved us roughly towards the center of the bed, chests pressed together, but our heads opposed. Then she spun around so our heads were in sync and pressed her body against mine.
All the while, in the back of my mind, I knew Ginger was watching our every move. But she didn’t make a sound or say a word as Janet caressed my body and kissed me fully on the lips. I couldn’t help but return her kisses -- I owed her big time for what I’d just experienced by her hands and mouth!!
Between the constant kissing, Janet managed to murmur, “Like you did for Ginger… that’s what I want as my reward, Lackey. And by the way, you finished third!” she hissed.
I had no adequate response but to comply with her wishes. I continued returning Janet’s kisses passionately, and then I worked my way to her ears, licking, suckling and nibbling at her earlobes. I recalled how much Janet liked having her boobs ‘worked over’, so I began softly nibbling at her rock-hard nipples while my right hand searched between her legs. I fingered Janet’s clit while I nibbled on her nipples. It didn’t take long before Janet screeched far louder than I’d imagined possible. But I didn’t relent, forcing every last bit of erotic energy from her!
Finally Janet calmed down and just lie motionless on the bed for a long time, gathering her wits. Eventually, Ginger flipped on the lights and threw each of us a towel to wipe the erotic juices from out chests.
“Excellent battle… both of you!” offered Ginger. “Until the finale, I had no idea who would win. Too bad, Rob, but you came in last place with a 0-2 finish, while Janet came in second place with a 1-1 finish. Of course, with a 2-0, I’m the overall winner this night,” she bragged, but in friendly fashion.
Somehow, with what I’d just experienced, last place didn’t seem so bad. In sex wrestling, there were no real losers. I slowly got up from the bed and extended a hand to Janet and pulled her upright from the bed so that she was standing next to Ginger and myself.
“Group hug,” offered Ginger. For many long minutes, the three of us hugged and kissed amongst each other in friendly fashion… something incredible in itself… no evidence of jealousy or whatever. We’d clearly entered into some new sort of relationship - Ginger and I in a committed relationship headed towards marriage, each with Janet as a lover/wrestler. I realized that this was the best I’d ever had, and lately I’d had a lot!! As I’d thought so many times recently, how could anything be better than this??!!!
The End