By Gark

Combatants:
Ginger: 5'10",34A-24-35, 140 lb, age 26, medium frame, thin build, short, fire-red curly hair, and gray eyes.
Rob: 5'9", 39" chest, 32" waist, 150 lb, age 27, medium frame, thin build, short, light brown hair, and hazel-green eyes.
Janet: 5'8", 36C-25-37, 140 lb, medium frame, muscular/athletic build, shoulder length wavy, dirty blond hair with light highlighting, and blue eyes.

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"Yeah, basically I'm talking round robin 'fuck fights' tonight," Janet replied, slicing off another bite of her New York Strip with the oversized steak knife.

"Thanks, Janet, for putting it so succinctly," I replied dipping a piece of baked potato into the dollop of sour cream. "After all, 'sex battles' could mean quite a few things."

"Um hmm," agreed my fiancé Ginger. "We need clarity on these things," she continued, giggling loudly as she cracked open another leg of the succulent Dungeness crab.

"Sure," laughed Janet while chewing on the tender steak. "Curious, horny people need to know. I had considered organ grinder matches, though. But with Rob's news, I could hardly choose otherwise. So Rob, it really is fact now that your sperm count is zero, right?"

"Yep. I tested 'zero' enough times in a row that I'm 'certified' sperm free," I replied. "The vasectomy was successful."

"Great! Then we're all set for tonight's 'contests', she replied. "Ginger and I both thank you for your sacrifice."

"Like we discussed a few weeks ago, Ginger and I talked it over and we both felt that this was the best course for a couple who prefers not to have children, and, not having to worry about 'protection'," I said.

"Yeah, I know. But I want you to know I appreciate it, too," Janet continued.

"Now eat your food, you two," ordered Ginger.

Ginger, Janet and I supped in a secluded corner booth at the historic Ames House in 'downtown' Roswell, a fine dining establishment of many, many years. But it was the night's later activities that occupied my mind. I knew Janet had a devious, sexual mind when it came to wrestling, so I'd been overly eager to pry some additional details from her. We'd previously agreed that tonight would be Janet's venue - she chooses the location, rules, etc., etc. We'd be returning to the mansion that she house-sat after dinner where we would have the wrestling/fuck-fight round robin battles she had begun to describe.

Janet finished her steak first. Ginger still struggled with her crab legs, while I battled with a lobster tail. Noticing this, Ginger said, "Janet, tell us about Gretchen and your match. I want to know all the dirty details. "I need to know everything," she laughed.

Janet signaled the waitress for a refill on her Zinfandel. I hadn't realized she had a taste for wine. Then she began. "Gretchen is awesome! I really like her a lot!! She's a natural 'rassler'. And by that, I mean she likes to get down and dirty. She'll sink to my level, so to speak. But she wants to learn how to wrestle, too, so we're working on that before our next match. I got a 'how to' book called 'Girls Can Wrestle, Too', and we've already had two practice sessions. I expect sparks to really fly in our next match!"

"Hey, you gotta show that book to us sometime, too," I gulped. "You and I are already pretty even, and I can't have you getting an edge up on me."

"Me either," cried Ginger.

"Okay, okay," said Janet. "You guys can look it over tonight and copy a few pages if you want. But getting back to Gretchen, for the first two rounds we had boob smother matches. She's a D-cup, but that hardly does her justice. Her bra 'overflows', so I'm thinking she's actually closer to a DD, but she wears a 38D bra anyway. And they're really firm, too. They don't just hang there - they stick out, just right, if you know what I mean. No sag whatsoever! Somehow soft, yet firm! It's unreal!! She's a natural for boob smother battles!"

My rod hardened at Janet's continuing description of Gretchen.

"And her hips are so narrow, those boobs hardly seem possible. All natural, too," Janet continued matter-of-factly. Anyway, she beat me like nobody's business in the first round. But I was able to scissors her in round two and then smother her out. We'd planned to try nude wrestling for the third round, but once we got naked, we decided to sex fight instead. It was her first time, but definitely not her last. She almost nailed me, but then I remembered Rob's kiss-pin and got her instead! It was incredible!!"

Janet was clearly worked up about Gretchen, and we were both happy for her. "It sounds really awesome," offered Ginger.

"Yeah," I said. "Totally! But you aren't gonna quit on us, are you?"

"No way," Janet replied. "I told her I'd talk to the two of you about the four of us getting together sometime. What do you think?"

"I'm game," I offered quickly.

"And I knew he would be," laughed Ginger. "But I'm game, too. It opens up a lot of possibilities for us, like tag teams, battle royals, etc."

"Yeah, that's true," replied Janet thoughtfully. "She and I are getting together for our next match in a week. I'll tell her that the two of you are fine with it. All she asks is an opportunity to get to know the two of you before the matches begin - like drinks, or a cookout, or whatever."

"Let's get together at our place," offered Ginger. "We can have a dinner party like we did for you that first time - remember?"

"Of course I remember," replied Janet. "I mean, how could I forget something like that! But I think Gretchen would prefer something more informal - maybe cook your own burgers on the grill, for instance. She's an engineer, so I figure she's the 'hands-on' type."

"Wow, brains and beauty!" I exclaimed.

"As long as she isn't wearing her geeky glasses. But that's another story. Don't worry, I doubt you'll ever see them."

Ginger finally got a word in. "Sure, that sounds like a good idea. We could have a few beers to unwind and then cook our own burgers, or whatever. Tell her to plan on it for two weeks from tonight."

"Great!" Janet replied. "I'll tell her. I'm sure she'll be excited.""I know Rob will," Ginger chided, plopping her hand under the table right on my growing manhood. "And me, too, of course."

I sat there blushing deep red, fairly embarrassed for being so noticeably excited. Thankfully, the waitress arrived with the dessert tray. We decided to share a large apple crisp smothered with cinnamon-vanilla ice cream.

The waitress set the apple crisp in the center of the table and gave each of us a spoon. As we dug in, Janet explained tonight's rules a little further.

"I don't want to forgo wrestling altogether," she began, delaying her dessert for a few moments to explain things to us. "So, what we'll do is pair off as usual in round robin style so we all get a chance at each other. Each pair of battlers will first have a one-round, anything goes, wrestling match to decide 'Position' versus 'Place'. For this 'pre-match', submissions and five-second pins are fine, but no orgasms!! The winner of the pre-match gets to choose between selecting 'Position' or 'Place', while the loser gets to select whichever of the two remains. So, if the winner decides to select 'Position', then the loser is left with 'Place'. Obviously, 'Position' means the starting sexual position for the 'fuck fight' part of the match, like '69', missionary, etc. 'Place' refers to the location of the 'fuck fight', such as bed, exercise mat, couch, and so on. The loser is the one who orgasms first."

"Geez, That was a real mouthful," I said, swallowing a large forkful of apple crisp and ice cream.

"Yeah," added Ginger, licking a small dribble of ice cream from her lower lip, seductively sweeping her tongue back and forth very slowly. "How long did it take you to dream this one up? Not that I mind, though. It's really inspired, and all."

"Um hmm," I growled huskily, "very inspired indeed."

"Calm down you, too. We'll get to it soon enough," answered Janet. "And, as far as thinking it up goes, all I can say is my devious mind works in mysterious ways. Once I'd decided on 'fuck fights', the rest was easy."

"I can only imagine," I teased.

Janet blushed, but recovered quickly. "Smart ass," she scolded. You'll get yours!"

"I'm counting on it, though I suspect you'll get yours first," I snickered.

"Now children," scolded Ginger facetiously. "Eat your dessert so we can get to the evenings 'events'."

"Alright," I replied, digging in for another forkful. "I can see the sense in that."

"Me, too," added Janet, knocking my fork to the side as she grabbed her own forkful.

Thinking myself very funny, I eyed Janet and said, "So, you wanna fork fight right now?"

The two women groaned and Janet retracted her fork from the dessert area. "Later, hun," she growled. "But not too much later, to be sure."

Ginger scolded again, this time in a higher, more urgent tone, "Children!"

"Okay, okay," I replied. "I'll keep my mouth shut, other than for eating."

"Good!" said Janet, obviously having fun at my expense. "That means I can add the one other rule you need to know. And that is that the person with the 'Place' selection must reveal their choice first. Obviously, selecting a good position depends greatly on the location. And," she added as a final note, "the winner can also choose 'accessories', should they wish. This includes lotion, baby oil, baby powder, or whatever feels right. Plus, once sexing starts, you can't stop or break apart. You have to continue through to orgasm!"

Ginger and I just nodded our heads enthusiastically in agreement, wanting to get out of the restaurant as quickly as possible and on our way to the evenings activities. Soon, we were in the car, headed back to the mansion where Janet house-sat. The two women sat together in the back seat of the car, whispering and giggling the whole way. I had no idea whether they were hatching some sort of devious plan, or just laughing about something else entirely. I like the chauffeur, but it was okay. I loved the both of them dearly, though Ginger in more of 'whole of my being' sort of way.

I parked the car in the carport just off the back entrance. The two women continued to giggle as the three of us went inside. Finally they stopped laughing and I got my chance. "So, what's so funny?" I asked.

"Just girl talk," replied my fiancé. "Nothing to concern yourself with, dear."

I wasn't so sure, but I knew that tone, and I that I wouldn't get any further with Ginger. Janet snickered and then led the way upstairs to the master bedroom where the king sized sleep number bed was located. Janet lost no time, peeling off her blouse and bra immediately. Ginger followed suit, as did I. Soon the three of us were naked, standing at the foot of the large bed. The pillows had been removed, but the soft, plush comforter remained - a nice surface for naked wrestling!

Then Janet went over to a wall panel and flipped on the whole-house sound system. The room was instantly flooded with a heavy rock beat. I recognized the first song as Molly Hatchet's 'Dreams I'll Never See'.

"I thought some music might be a nice change for tonight," Janet explained. "Gretchen taught me how to set up favorites. There's more than enough music to last all night, if need be."

I liked the sound of that. Then Janet grabbed three coins off the nearby chest of drawers and handed one to each of us. I was surprised at the size and heft of the coins. They were all half-dollars from many years past. Noting my interest, Janet said, "I see you like my choice in coins, Rob. There's a jar of them by the poker table in the game room. I think the owners use them as poker chips."

Then she snapped back to the business at hand and Janet continued. "As always, the first two battlers will be the the first to match coins while the third doesn't match. The winner of the first fuck fight continues on to the second match, battling the person who sat out the first match."

I flipped my coin first and got 'heads.' Ginger flipped second and got 'tails'. It would only take one round of coin flips this time, and Janet would be the deciding flip. Plus, I realized, Janet was assured of being in the first battle, too. I watched closely as Janet tossed her coin high in the air. It came down 'heads'. I grinned, eager to go.

"By the way," added Janet as she stepped over to one side of the bed. "This part of the match starts on the bed, but is in no way limited to the bed. The action continues no matter where we end up, though we must remain in the room! And remember, submissions and five-second pins are both fine for this pre-bout."

"Fine by me," I replied, moving to the opposite side of the large, plush bed. "Sounds like fun!"

Match 1 - Rob and Janet:

I set one knee up onto the bed, followed by the other, my engorged rod swaying back and forth. Janet eyed my manhood from her position opposite me, then she climbed onto the bed, too, her breasts bobbing up and down. Her pussy was neatly shaved, so I knew she meant 'business.' Ginger watched the two of us from an armchair set against the wall opposite the foot of the bed.

Janet feigned a sudden movement and I reacted. Grinning, Janet giggled mischievously, "Nervous, Rob? Thinking maybe you're over-matched?" she teased, purposely swinging her 36C's back and forth.

Like a fool, my eyes followed her breasts. Suddenly Janet pounced! She grabbed my arm and threw me onto my back in the center of the bed! She was on me in a second with a body press, one of her legs inserted between mine, pressing firmly against my rock-hard manhood!

"Silly male," she chided as she fought to gain further control over my body. "Falling for the swaying boobs trick, yet again!" she giggled. "By the way, now you know what Ginger and I were laughing about in the car."

I was irritated to be 'had' so easily. "I'll have my revenge," I grunted from beneath her warm, very feminine body.

"So you say," she boasted from her superior position. "So you say."

I tried to toss her off me, or roll her over, but Janet had secured her dominant position quite well. Plus, the number setting on the bed must have been set fairly low, as we sunk into the bed pretty far, making it all the harder for me to budge her. Janet pinned my shoulders down with her hands and then he shifted her body to a straddling position, plopping her warm, already moist pussy square atop my bulging manhood. Her breasts swayed slowly above my face as she began to count me out.

'Aarrgghh,' I groaned to myself. We'd barely begun and I was already near beaten!! I had to think fast! I tried to bridge, but in the soft bed, it didn't work whatsoever. So, I quickly switched tactics and looped my legs up behind her. The bed actually aided my attempt and I successfully hooked my legs under her armpits and and toppled her over backwards!

Despite the fall, Janet's legs remained atop mine, while her ass lay between my legs. As Janet struggled, I managed to keep her down by pressing my legs upon her arms and/or shoulders. After a few moments, I spread her legs apart and managed to slip under one of them and scoot up close to her, crotch to crotch. I knew it was a lovemaking position women lovers often used, but for the moment, it suited me fine. I had my right thigh placed atop her left thigh and she held my left thigh similarly. However, Janet was still on her back and I rested back against my arms.

I pressed my manhood firmly against her warm, fragrant pussy and was rewarded with a quick groan of pleasure. Janet tried to lift herself up and take the advantage, but I caught her square on the shoulder and shoved her back down as I applied all the force I could bear (bare?) onto her pussy. Janet moaned and groaned, but the thrusts were taking a toll on me as well. So I switched tactics and switched to using my palm on her pussy, sliding up and down against her moist womanhood to the rhythmic beat of Clapton's slow version of 'Layla' coming over the sound system. Janet could only moan and groan, helpless before the onslaught. Whenever she tried to get up, I knocked her back down with my right leg or with my free arm. Finally she had no choice but to give in.

"Uhhh. I give," she moaned. But I continued using my palm to weaken her, so she yelped more convincingly, "I give, you moron. Now stop before I come!!"

I stopped, having had my fun at her expense. I lay back down on the bed to rest my arms. We lay there for a few moments recovering, before Ginger prodded impatiently. "All right, you too. Let's get things moving!"

I rose to a sitting position on the bed. Janet finally stirred, sitting up as well. "I was that close... and I had to make you stop. Talk about aggravating," she growled. "Now I'm really pissed, and I'm probably pretty near invulnerable as far as orgasming. You have no idea what you've unleashed, Rob!" she warned.

She was right! What had I been thinking?! I'd created a monster!! A sex fiend, to be more exact! And she was mad at me!! Now I was worried!

"Oh shit," I said quietly, somewhat discombobulated. Without thinking, I said, "I'll let you choose whether to select 'place' or 'position'."

Janet replied immediately, "I choose 'position'. What 'place' do you want to mount your defense?" she asked confidently.

I hadn't thought about this that much. There were a lot of good places in the mansion for this sort of thing. But which would suit my purposes for a good defense where I might be able to turn the tables? "Just a moment," I told her. "I have to think."I first eliminated any soft surfaces like a bed, exercise mat, couch, plush chair, etc. That left me with the pool table or a carpeted floor like in the living room. But the pool table was a bit harsh and the living room still had a few couches. Then I remembered battling with Janet on the plush-carpeted staircase. That had pretty much been a draw. I made up my mind!

"Okay. I've decided on the staircase, specifically the landing area midway between the main floor and the lower level."

Janet seemed surprised. "Good choice, grasshopper," she replied. "I'll reveal my choice of position once we arrive."

"Now you're in for it," teased Ginger as we trotted out the bedroom door and made our way down to the main floor. "You've gone and made her mad!"

"Oh, cut it out!" I chided. "You're enjoying this way too much!" I told her.

"Not as much as you will," she snickered. "It'll all be over before you know what hit you!"

"Harumph," was the only reply I could manage.

Janet just ignored the two of us until we reached the top of the stairway. Then she pointed to the landing midway below, asking, "Shall we?"

I nodded and led the way down the heavily carpeted stairway to the landing. It was a six foot square area, plushly carpeted, as well. Above were about seven or eight stairs to the main floor, and at a right angle below were an equal number of steps to the lower level. I was satisfied with my choice. Janet would have a difficult time with me here.

"And your position?" I asked Janet.

"Down on your ass with your back against the stairs leading upwards.," Janet ordered. "I'll mount you there."

"Any accessories?" I asked glibly.

"I won't need any accessories to do you," she replied firmly. "Now get your ass down there and prepare to fuck fight!"

I was properly cowed by Janet's 'authority'. So I plopped my bare ass onto the landing. My rigid rod stuck straight up as if calling for Janet's warm, moist pussy. Janet wasted no time, stepping over and straddling my prone body as she squatted down and engulfed my eagerly waiting manhood within the warmth of her womanhood.

I was in trouble immediately! It felt way too good!! I'd never had intercourse with Janet, let alone anyone but Ginger in a very long time! The new sensations were overwhelming, and Janet felt it, too! She leaned forward, pressing her bare 36C's against my naked chest and whispered softly in my ear, "Let's go, Rob, now." Then she nibbled on my earlobe, breathing hot and heavy as she bit my lobe lightly and started to gyrate her hips forward and back.

I had no defense... there was no defense I consoled myself as Janet expertly used her womanhood to pump the stamina from my manhood. At this rate it wouldn't take long. I couldn't believe it, but Mellancamp's 'Cherry Bomb' was playing on the sound system - talk about appropriate music!

Janet finally released my earlobe and took my hands & placed them on her breasts. I latched onto them automatically, firmly, plying her rock hard nipples with my thumbs. I was delirious with pleasure. There was no escape. Then she set her lips to mine, hot and firm, kissing me hard in wanton lust. Her tongue thrust between my lips and began exploring, touching and tangling with mine. What I thought was a good choice in defense had turned into a trap!! I exploded, my spermless semen reaching the nether-regions of her vagina (at least in my way overactive imagination it did).

"Not much of a contest, Rob," Janet whispered into my ear as she continued pumping my rapidly diminishing rod with her hips, getting whatever satisfaction she could muster from it. I gave her everything I could in return, thrusting with all I had left, stroking her nipples with my hands and pulling her mouth to mine in a last ditch effort to satisfy her need. To my surprise and maybe hers, Janet began moaning loudly. I redoubled the efforts of my dwindling manhood and was finally greeted with a half dozen quick orgasmic cries from Janet.

I was glad to have gotten her. She deserved it. Hell, we both deserved it! I felt very satisfied with the outcome, even though I 'lost'.

Then Ginger said, "Nice job both of you. Janet, that was a hell of a seduction. He had no chance! And Rob, that was a hell of an after-effort! You got her off like a pro, so to speak!"

"Uhh, thanks, hon," I blushed deep red. I'd only just realized that I'd had sex with another woman right in front of my fiancé! I thanked my lucky stars, very grateful for such an understanding mate.

"Right," gurgled Janet, still getting her wits about her. "I had him cold. But how did he get me back like that?" she sputtered. "Not that I'm complaining or anything, he shouldn't have been able to..."

"I've learned never to underestimate Rob," Ginger replied knowingly. "He seems to have these hidden reserves he can call on in times of need."

I wisely kept my mouth shut while the women sang my praises. Finally I turned to Janet, "You beat me fair and square. It was truly awesome. I had no chance whatsoever."

She perked up at that, and then said with a laugh, "I know."

Ginger dove onto the two of us, still lying on the landing. We all laughed hard, rolling, hugging and groping together on the landing.

After a few moments of playful lust, we padded naked into the kitchen for a few refreshments. After replenishing our thirst/energy, we returned to the bedroom for the second match-up.

Match 2 - Janet and Ginger:

I plopped down in the comfy chair just beyond the foot of the bed to watch the two women. This could be really good, watching the two of them go at it.

Janet began. "How about an 'accessory' before we start?" she asked Ginger.

"Oh, maybe," Ginger drawled, "but it depends what it is."

"I was thinking of cornstarch talc on our chests and thighs," she purred.

Gawd, I realized, this was a downright seduction. But I wondered who was seducing whom?

"Mmmm," moaned Ginger. "Sounds yummy! Let's do it! But I have a request, too."

"Okay, shoot," replied Janet boldly.

"I think this preliminary bout should be a kiss-pin match..." Ginger paused for effect and then continued. "Specifically, a face-sit, clit kiss-pin match!"

"Fine with me," replied Janet. "Bring it on!"

My head whipped around and I nearly came where I sat when I heard the throaty moan of my fiancé's request, followed by the bravado of Janet's reply. Things were heating up very nicely!!

The two women took turns dusting their bodies with talc and then climbed onto the king-sized numbers bed from opposite sides, both kneeling, facing one another from a few feet apart.

It began slowly. The two women locked up, heads resting on each other's shoulders, hands & arms groping & grabbing at each other, plying for some advantage. Finally, Janet tossed Ginger down to the bed on her back, trying to mount her. But Ginger locked her thighs about Janet's left leg and halted her progress. The two women struggled hand-to-hand, their slippery, cornstarched breasts gliding freely together, back & forth, forward & back. They rolled over & back, first one having the advantage and then the other. All of their chest-to-chest body-press action was too much for me! I was getting another hard on, and so soon after having been pumped dry! I couldn't believe it!!

Finally, they pried apart from each other. Ginger tried for a quick advantage by attempting to mount the prone Janet in 'reverse' so that Janet wouldn't be able to snare a thigh as she'd done to her moments earlier. The ruse worked for a moment as Ginger's ass/clit/vagina made contact with Janet's face. Ginger faced towards Janet's legs. She turned her head back to adjust her position on Janet's face, which turned out to be a big mistake. Janet's legs swept up towards Ginger's neck and was soon toppled. The two women were locked in a '69' battle, each with head trapped in a scissors between the other's thighs.

Gawd what a battle!! They rolled back and forth, one momentarily gaining control before the other would roll them over and take back control. All the while I could see tongues darting in and out strategically, usually just before a reversal.

The two women were like a couple of feral, highly sexed wildcats. It was an incredible sight to behold! I could barely contain myself. I'd never seen such unabashed sexual energy before!!

But eventually, all great things must come to an end. My honey finally gained the top position, managing to slip her head free of Janet's musky scented thighs. She placed her hands upon Janet's thighs and rode Janet's face with her vagina, this time setting the proper position by feel instead of sight. Janet was trapped. 'Personally' by Karla Bonoff played on the sound system. Now I knew Janet had rigged the music with highly appropriate songs.

Ginger's hot womanhood was mere centimeters from Janet's lips. Janet had no choice as Ginger's clit came ever closer. Janet knew she was done for and began kissing Ginger's fragrant womanhood. This was a clit kiss-pin if I'd ever seen one!! Then I realized I'd never seen one before! What a sight!! But once it was over and my honey had won, I was really disappointed that it was over. I could have watched them tangle endlessly!

The two women gradually untangled from each other. They got to their knees on the bed and gave each other a big hug.

"Great match, you're really tough Ginger," Janet congratulated.

"Uh, thanks," she replied somewhat dazed. "You're really tough yourself."

Then Ginger gave Janet a light kiss to the lips. Janet latched on and turned it into a deep kiss. Then the two of them parted and stepped off the bed together. I stood to meet them.

"Jeez, the two of you were so incredible!" I told them. "I can hardly wait for the conclusion. Ginger, have you decided whether to select 'place' or 'position'?"

"Yeah," she replied. "I'll take 'position'. Janet can choose 'place'."

"I had this figured out ahead of time for either outcome," Janet replied quickly. "I choose to defend on the exercise mat in the gym."

"Sounds like a good choice," Ginger answered. "Let's get going before I drip all over the floor."

I knew Ginger was just being facetious, as women may get well-lubed, but they definitely didn't drip. But the idea struck home nonetheless. I followed as the two women hurriedly padded out the door and down the two sets of stairs, passing Janet's bedroom on their way to the gymnasium. Soon Janet was lying on the mat, looking up at Ginger.

"What now, sister?" asked Janet from below. "How would you like to to do this?"

"Spread your legs," replied my non-plussed fiancé. "Now lift your right leg so I can slip my leg under it," she instructed her prone sex-opponent.

Ginger slid her left leg under Janet's offered thigh and then slipped her right leg over Janet's, kneeling upon it as she positioned her hot, raging clit against Janet's eagerly offered womanhood. Ginger began slowly, rubbing herself softly against Janet. The two women moaned softly, eyes closed, just enjoying the initial moments of intimate contact.

I could see the love between them, but I put it aside, confident in my bond with Ginger, as well. Tonight was definitely a different sort of situation, but the three of us had become comfortable with it. We were like a two plus one threesome, and it worked well for us.

Gradually, Ginger increased the tempo and the two of them began writhing in place, using their womanhood to 'attack' each other. It was the most intimate of battles and the two appeared to have plenty of stamina. Janet managed to sit up as well, meeting Ginger face-to-face and clit-to-clit. The women groped the other's breasts and nipples, kissing open-mouthed from time to time, moaning & sighing deeply the rest of the time.

Janet leaned forward, somehow managing to lick Ginger's earlobe and inner ear. I knew this to be one of Ginger's weak spots and could see my honey's reaction. She was growing hotter and weaker by the moment. Maybe Janet would get her. I knew Janet's sexual powers were potent, but so were my honey's, so the outcome was far from certain.

Ginger finally responded by somehow grabbing Janet's head and removing it from her earlobe. Then Ginger retaliated in kind, licking and suckling Janet's ear & lobe while softly controlling her head. As they finally parted, Ginger grabbed a hunk of Janet's hair and pulled hard, all the while pumping her clit hard upon Janet's.

Janet let out an abrupt squeal/scream as Ginger ravaged her senses. Janet somehow grabbed a chunk of Ginger's hair in retaliation. The two women tugged at each other's hair while plying their womanhood rapidly against the other.

I had no idea who would prevail. I was witnessing a battle of the titans... a battle of female sexual titans to be exact!! All I wanted was to watch these two beauties ravage each other sexually. My manhood stuck out like a large pointer, pointing at the two women battling mere feet from where I sat cross-legged.

Ginger came to her senses first, releasing Janet's hair and placing her hand firmly on Janet's face. She pushed Janet back down to the mat where she lay submissively. I was surprised to see Janet prone submissively - I didn't think it possible! The sound system pumped out Clapton's 'The Core' with a steady rhythm as my honey closed in on the subordinate Janet.

Ginger was in complete control as she pumped her clit upon Janet's clit mercilessly. It didn't take long for Janet to screech out her orgasm. That was all it took to make my honey orgasm, too. Ginger had defeated Janet in a sexual duel, but I knew they both had come out winners.

The two of them collapsed on the mat for a time, so I joined them there for a group hug/grope. I could feel the love emanating all around and it felt incredible!

As before, we managed to pry ourselves apart after a time, returning to the kitchen to refuel and replenish. Ginger and I still had our match coming up. Ginger was 1-0, Janet was 1-1 and I was 0-1. So, if I could win, we'd all be tied at 1-1. But if I lost, Ginger would be 2-0 and I'd be 0-2, putting Ginger first, Janet second and myself third. I didn't want that! I'd have to give her my best. And having already orgasmed once, I knew I had a good chance. But having had an erection through the whole of the two women's battle was a concern. Did I really have that good of a chance? I followed as the two women led the way back to the upstairs bedroom and the king-sized numbers bed, silently contemplating my chances against my well-worn fiancé.

Match 3 - Ginger and Rob:

I looked across the bed at Ginger, kneeling, waiting to wage sexual battle. She looked tired and spent from the prolonged struggle with Janet. I didn't think she was faking, so I went right after her, taking any advantage I could. I definitely did not want to come in third place tonight. The two women would never let me forget it.

Ginger went down like a ton of bricks. This was definitely a first! She seemed a little dazed as I jumped atop. But reflexes must have set in and she managed to tie up my leg betwixt hers before I could mount her. I returned the favor and our legs became fully entwined. I pressed my thigh up high in her crotch until I felt her moistness. She was still hot!!

I rubbed my thigh back and forth as best I could and was greeted with soft moaning from Ginger. She was still reeling from the battle with Janet. It was like she was fighting with only adrenaline left to defend herself. But still, I knew she would be dangerous to underestimate, her sexuality was that potent!

We rolled back and forth on the bed, and at one point Ginger rallied and forced me to my back. She straddled my waist and rubbed her moist womanhood against my hardened rod. She knew how much a 'grind' weakened me. There was nothing quite like a firm, moist pussy pressing/rubbing upon my manhood, and she knew it!

I tried to buck and bridge, but she was well positioned. She still looked a bit dragged out, so I kept at it. Finally, I bridged free before she could pin me. Ginger went down on her back. I managed to get up to my knees. Her prone, naked body lay before me, so I jumped on top, knees on her shoulders. I leaned forward and my knees slipped back a bit until my rock-hard penis was pressed up close to her lips. Tom Petty's 'I Won't Back Down' blared from the nearby speakers.

"Got you with a cock kiss-pin," I sighed, as Ginger began licking at the tip of my penis.

After a few moments, she mumbled her reply as if she were talking with her mouth full, "So, who's got who do you think?"

"Hey, you're the one who's pinned," I countered between ragged breaths.

"Oh, I suppose I'll have to give in, seeing how I can't move whatsoever." she managed to blurt out. "I give. You get the three count."

She'd gotten even with me, as she quit licking at my manhood. I was a little disappointed that she stopped, but I'd managed to win the preliminary.

"I'll choose position," I crowed out from above.

"Fine, honey," she replied. "But it'll do you no good. I've got plans."

That sounded ominous. I rolled off of her and put my feet to the floor. Janet went over and gave Ginger a hand getting off the bed.

"You've got to rally," Janet told her. "Get your head together and go after him. You don't want a three-way tie tonight, do you?" she continued. "Take him down and make him squirt his wad!!"

It sounded just like a prize fight or a football rally. I didn't know what to make of Janet and her spiel. But it seemed to be working as Ginger quickly approached until she was mere inches from my face.

"Fair warning hon, you're going down! Way down!" she told me defiantly.

I didn't know whether to be scared or pleased. It seemed I had a real fight on my hands... and the best kind of fight, too, a fuck-fight!!

"Back at you," I replied with equal defiance. "Now select the 'place' you want to defend," I told her.

"That's easy," she said. "I choose the loveseat in the home theater room. It's served me well in the past, and I think it'll do nicely now, too."

Maybe she was right. In our first hide 'n seek match, Ginger had indeed nailed me on the loveseat, astride and on top of me with an 'organ grinder'. But I got to choose 'position', and I definitely wouldn't be choosing one like that. But still, what other sort of position would give me an advantage on a loveseat?

I was left to ponder that question as Janet grabbed Ginger by the hand and led her out the door. I gathered my wits and followed them, trying to regain my confidence. I'd already orgasmed once, I told myself. I should be relatively invulnerable. But it had been a fair amount of time since the orgasm... and I'd been rock-hard throughout the battle of the two female titans...

This sort of thinking wasn't helping at all. I forced myself to dwell on the positive. I could choose position, now what would it be??? As we rounded the corner and laid eyes on the loveseat, it finally came to me. Ginger absolutely loved doggy style sex. There was no reason it wouldn't work on the loveseat!!

"So what's it gonna be, hon," Ginger asked obstreperously.

Noting her defiance, I replied with an order, "Kneel at the center of the loveseat and bend forward with your arms upon the armrest. I'll be behind you."

Janet looked a little baffled, adding, "Remember, this is a fuck fight."

"Don't worry," I told her. "We're not into that kind of sex."

"Oh, sorry," she added. "I'll keep quiet and watch," she said, making a zipper motion across her lips.

I just smiled and said, "Ginger knows what to expect, and I expect she's a bit worried by now," I said, sliding onto the loveseat behind her.

Ginger did indeed know what to expect. She expertly used her left hand to guide my bulging manhood into place within her warm, receptive vagina. We both shuddered for a moment as we made intimate contact. Ginger removed her hand, again placing both arms upon the armrest of the appropriately named loveseat.

"Is this what you wanted, honey?" she asked sweetly.

I knew she was teasing, and she was very, very good. "Um hmm," I replied, seemingly unaware of her ploy. "You seem to have gotten it exactly right," I continued as I began thrusting. I leaned forward against Ginger, my chest resting against her back. I reached around and grabbed her breasts and began plying her nipples with my fingertips. I knew Ginger's weaknesses and was determined to triumph by using them against her!

For a time Ginger made no attempt to turn the tables, instead concentrating on our mutual lust. I went along wholeheartedly, doing my best to arouse her further and further, knowing all the while that her clit was especially vulnerable to pleasuring in this position. She seemed to be inviting defeat, but I knew she must have some sort of plan. I just had to wait and find out, while I did my best to finish her off.

Then she began moaning, softly at first, then a little louder. She knew I was turned on by her moaning and was using that against me. I started getting hotter and hotter as she moaned louder and louder. But I still felt I had the advantage, so I concentrated on putting my mind in another place... anything to delay the inevitable.

And that was when she struck! I was in another place and not paying attention. Ginger knew me all too well. We shared everything! First she tried to raise herself upright, but she didn't really have anywhere to go. So she leaned sideways against the loveseat, and again didn't have any room to maneuver. All that was left was forwards, or so I thought. But in an about face, Ginger rolled partway off the loveseat until her left shoulder rested on the plush carpeted floor, but her ass still rested sideways upon a cushion of the loveseat. Determined not to disengage our 'connection', I twisted along with her until I rested sideways with the right side of my head resting against the loveseat armrest. Ginger faced away from me still, shoulder resting on the floor and we somehow had maintained our erotic connection. But now, Ginger's legs were wrapped about my thighs and her feet pressed against my ass. I noticed that Mellancamp's 'Hurts So Good' had very appropriately begun playing, flooding my already overwhelmed senses.

The tables had turned! Even though Ginger lay awkwardly against the floor, she maintained completed control! She used her thighs and feet to control my thrusts... and she knew how I responded to the feeling of helplessness. In mere moments I was convulsing, shouting and squirting my load. Ginger came moments later, wildly in her own right.

I don't know how we had managed that one. It was definitely a new position, perhaps even a Guinness record! But somehow Ginger had done it!

"Jesus Gawd, you guys!!" cried Janet. "What the hell was that?! Can I take a picture before you collapse?" I guess it must have been a rhetorical question. Janet grabbed a small camera from a nearby coffee table and snapped a few quick pictures from various angles.

"Gotta try that one myself sometime," Janet quipped as she set the camera back down. "Incredible..." she muttered to herself, "could never even attempt it without the pictures..."

At that point, Ginger and I collapsed to the floor. We lay on the plush carpeting, recovering our energy and breath. Janet plopped herself upon the two of us. It was group grope, cuddle & hug time and I lost myself in the glow for a long while. But finally, things slowed down enough to talk.

Epilogue:

"I guess I'm in third place tonight," I began. "But I'm really happy with my losses. It couldn't have been better," I sighed. "Thank you both."

"You're welcome, Rob," replied Janet. "But I don't think my victory quite compared to Ginger's. That was pure innovation! I'm really jealous," she teased.

"Oh cut it out," countered Ginger. "A girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do, plus Janet was a great cheerleader! That's all there was to it. Besides, I had no idea it would all turn out so well. Lot's of luck, you know."

"It didn't feel like luck to me. It felt like skill and determination," I countered. "I was completely done in by you, and I loved every second of it!"

"Well at least I came in second," Janet offered. "And as usual, Ginger's on top."

"Not always," Ginger corrected. "Maybe I win more often than the two of you, but you guys win plenty often, too."

It wasn't quite the way she described, so I added my two cents worth. "More like you win more often than the two of us combined," I razzed.

"Yeah," added Janet. "He's right you know. Maybe adding Gretchen to the mix will shake things up a little and give me & Rob a chance."

"All right, all right," replied Ginger. "Maybe Gretchen will alter the mix. From what you say Janet, she's not like any of us. She's taller and heavier than any of us three and she's got bigger boobs. And as her 'skills' increase, she'll definitely be a contender. Now, can we change the subject?"

Ginger was trying to escape, so I gave her a break. "How about those two new kiss-pins tonight?" I asked, much to Ginger's relief.

"Yeah," she replied hurriedly. "I was on the giving end of one and the receiving end of the other."

Janet either didn't notice or didn't care, letting the subject change without objection. "Yeah, that was a hell of a battle, Ginger. I thought I had you a few times, but you were like a wildcat, possessed or something when you got me with the clit kiss-pin. I'm looking forward to a rematch sometime, you know."

"Anytime, Janet. I'm always happy to out-sex you," Ginger quipped.

"Bring it on, beaver breath," Janet challenged.

"Okay you two," I interrupted the two somewhat riled women. "There'll be plenty of rematches for you in the future to pursue this little feud. Now Ginger," I boasted, "I believe you were the victim of a cock kiss-pin."

"Um hmm," she replied, swallowing her pride. "See, I don't always win. When Rob stuck his penis in my face, I couldn't do anything but give up! I could hardly talk, you know."

"Likewise with the clit kiss-pin," replied Janet. "Hey, I don't think I ever gave up," Janet cried.

"You gave," countered Ginger. "Believe me, you gave. There was no need for words."

"Now stop it, you two!" I said with little effect. "Now tell us about the hide 'n seek match you've got planned with Gretchen," I tried.

But it was to no avail. The two women were obviously hot to go one more time tonight.

"One more fall... on the bed," Janet challenged. "Sex fight. Okay?"

"Bring it on," Ginger replied evenly.

I followed the two naked women upstairs to the bedroom. I was completely spent for the night. But I'd still enjoy watching the two women sex fighting...

And then CSN's 'Déjà vu' began to play. It was appropriate, but I hardly needed a reminder that I'd seen this all before.

The End