The Holiday - Part 3

by

Aristocatch

The third day of my holiday was a bit different, as we were taken out on a trip to visit the neighbouring area, which culminated in a folklore evening that lasted until late. At least it gave our muscles a chance to recover from their overuse!

So it was on the fourth day that the sporting programme was restored. This time the morning was used for new activities, an initiation to rock climbing or water skiing and in the afternoon we had a six-a-side football tournament on the sand. It was a good job that temperatures were not too high, or else this could have proved excessively tiring.

The evening meal was good, and we were given more wine than usual with it, so we were quite happy when surprise events restarted.

Whether the extra wine was on purpose I don't know but Evening Three started where Evening Two ended – without clothes! This time indoors, in a sports hall, on mats. Simple idea, nude wrestling. To win you simply had to place your most intimate parts over your opponent's mouth to the count of three; a short face sit in other words. All wrestling moves allowed, anything more violent not. Each contest to last ten minutes and the winners being she who executed the most face sits overall and not on a fight-by-fight basis.

Once again the opponents were new. Indeed I can't say I had even noticed their presence on the other two evenings. Unlike our previous adversaries these two were basically ordinary-looking girls, with nondescript hair, who certainly wouldn't stand out in a crowd. But, seen close to, they did look sufficiently sporty to give us a run for our money.

Shed of their clothes they were no more remarkable – little if any excess weight, smallish breasts, and light-coloured hair between their legs. Their thighs and calves looked well toned and suggested that they were probably involved more in running sports than those needing upper-body strength. Krystina had shown on the second evening that she could hold her own physically and I hoped that I wasn't too far behind her. In short I was reasonably optimistic that I wouldn't get to taste too many human pubes!

Two thirds through her first fight Krystina was drawing one all, and I began to wonder whether my confidence was misplaced, but ten minutes is quite a long time and her opponent tired badly, getting Krystina's pubes in her mouth twice more. I don't think I've mentioned it but Krystina has shoulder-length, very blond hair, which matches the hair between her legs. Between her legs she actually has quite long curls, but being so light in colour they seem to hide much less than my darker hairs. By the end of the fight, having become matted with sweat, she seemed to have relatively little pubic hair, though I imagine her opponent's mouth could tell a different tale.

My adversary was slightly the biggest of the two and she introduced herself to me as Julie, though from which country she came I couldn't work out. Starting from standing she slammed into my body and sought to apply a body hug, so I did likewise. She squeezed quite hard, which ground our bodies together, though I was more than occupied trying to squeeze back and had no time to think more lascivious thoughts.

I thought I would test my theory of greater upper-body strength, and lifted her off her feet. This soon proved itself a silly idea as all it did was tire me without having any effect on her. She was holding me as tightly as I was holding her and the question was how to draw any advantage from holding her off the ground. Finding none I merely set her down again and we continued in a mutual hug pressing our bodies together.

To gain some leverage I moved my legs back, thinking to try to unsettle her enough to be able to tip her to the floor, but she used my move against me, releasing her arms and using my body weight to make me fall to the floor face down. Giving me no time to turn she sat down heavily on my back and tried to work her hands under my chin, presumably to pull my head back.

I was able to keep my face buried in the mats, thwarting this move and so she lay down on my back, prising my legs apart with her feet. It may have given the others a full view of my privates, but it didn't help her get any nearer to sitting on my face. Indeed I left her to it and took the opportunity to get my strength back after my failed attempt to lift her.

In a change of tactic she tried to roll me onto my back, but this allowed me to spin into a position where she was back down and I was on top of her. It wasn't difficult to pin her arms with my hands and then I was free to slide up her body until my legs took over from my hands. She bucked like mad, and I let her, confident that she wouldn't succeed and hoping that she would use up her energy. As her efforts subsided I finished my manoeuvre and lowered my sex none too gently onto her mouth.

I could have sat there for the rest of the fight, except that it wasn't permitted by the rules. So I had to release her and we found ourselves once again on our feet a small distance apart.

No body hugging this time. Lowering her shoulder she literally bulldozed me to the ground using the leg strength that I had noticed. I went down hard, but had the strength of mind to wrap my arms around her, holding her against my body and stopping her from sliding up nearer my head. I had my hands clasped behind her back but she, of course, had her arms free.

Punching wasn't allowed, otherwise I suspect that she would have tried body punches to try to weaken me. Instead she tried digging her fingers into my body, pulling when she could, trying to cause pain. Thinking her occupied I tried to brace my legs with a view to spinning her over, but she countered the move digging her shoulder into my body, which broke my hold. Pressing down directly on my breasts with her hands she levered herself up, squashing my breasts somewhat painfully as she did so and inching up my body. As her hands came free she put them behind my head, pulling it roughly forward to meet her pubes which slid into a hard contact. Not exactly a face sit, but mouth on pubes contact certainly and one which she was able to maintain for the count of three. Indeed not only did she maintain it, but she ground her sex against my mouth as she did.

One-all!

My breasts hurt, and left me in no doubt that I was in a fight, and not merely some light physical exercise. Julie found out what this meant straight from the restart as I arched an arm round her head and forced it down before she could retaliate. I briefly wondered whether I could force her head between my legs while standing and score that way, but Julie dropped to her knees to reduce the pressure and maintaining my hold I was soon round behind her. Then it was simple to pull her down and straddle her face, making sure my hairs were over her mouth and nose. For good measure I also leaned forward and held my position pressing down with my hands on her breasts, with a tiny bit of rotation added for good measure. Her breasts and my hands were hot and sweaty and so one adhered to the other meaning that, as I rotated my hands, her breasts was pulled out of shape.

Surprisingly that took the fight out of Julie and she meekly surrendered two more conventional face sits in the time remaining, causing me relatively little trouble and certainly not seeking to cause me pain. Given her more 'gentle' approach I too did nothing to cause her unneeded pain.

I suppose some people have more fight in them than others, and Julie's had been short lived. She was allowed a ten-minute break before taking on Krystina, but she let Krystina dominate the contest for a two-nil victory.

Starting my second fight we were already leading 9-1 and I knew we could hardly lose the contest. Julie's partner, even though slightly smaller than her, was not dissimilar in height to me, though probably a little lighter. For about five minutes we wrestled in a conventional manner and, just as she had been with Krystina, she matched me for strength and skill. I scored first, but she equalised almost straight from the restart. Then we became locked in each others arms, not really getting anywhere when she whispered in my ear,

“We all know we can't win. Are you game for something a bit different?”

She went on to propose that we have our own little contest to see who could pinch the others nipples the most in the remaining time. Obviously we couldn't do it overtly, as it wasn't in the rules, and so we had to amend our style of fighting to try to provide opportunities to slyly tweak our targets. Surprisingly we found plenty and our nipples were soon long and hard and being twisted regularly. Either the judge chose to ignore it, or we were discrete enough, at any rate she never intervened. No more face sits occurred, but the second part of the fight was actually more fun than the first – and more painful, even though we could have hurt each other considerably more had we tried.

After the fight we moved aside to discuss whether either had won the nipple pinching, and decided that neither could really claim victory. Krystina and Julie wanted to know what we had been talking about and so we explained. Apparently the idea excited both of them and it was agreed that we would meet up in their bedroom to discuss it further. This discussion came up with the idea of having a little encore in the showers. A quick look showed there not to be enough space for all four at once and so Julie and I moved on to my room.

We stood under the running water and generously soaped our own breasts. Then we turned back to back, having stopped the water, reached round with our hands and tried to squeeze and pull at each others breasts. There was no animosity involved and the slipperiness of the breasts due to the soap added a comic element. We squeezed and pinched in so far as we were able, as the soap gradually wore off and then after a short while, by mutual decision we turned to face each other and put the water back on.

We hadn't really hurt each other, though my breasts were a bit sore for the rest of the evening and night.

Sorry to disappoint but no further action of any sort took place. Krystina came back and from what she said it sounded as if they had had an amicable squeezing contest as well. Once more we slept well after all our exertions.