The Holiday – Part 6

by

Aristocatch

Having showered and soaped our bodies separately, Krystina and I were sat on her bed, as she started up her computer. Even though it was now late, we were far too excited from the evening's entertainment for sleep, and as it seemed quite warm in the room we hadn't actually bothered about putting clothes on after our showers.

Krystina connected up to the internet and started showing me programmes featuring girls wrestling. Her English was adequate for day-to-day needs in the hotel, but not for more complex situations. Even as we watched images, or short clips of girls fighting she kept saying 'no lesbian'. She found a clip which obviously conveyed the message that she wished to convey – where two attractive ladies were wrestling nude and pulling at each others breasts and labia. Although it looked painful they seemed to be wrestling competitively, but for fun – with no desire to cause serious injury.

Having been paired together all week, Krystina and I had not had a chance to wrestle each other, and I began to get the idea that she was suggesting that perhaps we wrestle in this fashion. She found another clip where a couple of larger women were doing much the same thing and then a further clip, where the girls were openly fingering each other in a very sexual manner. A repeated 'no lesbian' led me to suppose that this was not what she had in mind.

I had seen Krystina in action, and knew that she was a better athlete than me but this was the last few hours of our holiday, so what did it matter. We had formed a good team, and except for the table tennis worked well together. If she wanted me to hurt her private parts, I could cope with that. Even though she was a not-unattractive, sporty blond, I didn't feel any desire to try anything sexually with her – though I wasn't convinced that I really wanted her hurting my pussy either.

I didn't have time to make a decision before there was a knock at the door and our two black opponents of earlier in the week came in. Krystina made no attempt to turn off her computer and so they both looked at it and two further clips Krystina showed them.

The most attractive of the two announced that, in a way, that was what they had come for. She took two slimline vibrators out of her handbag and stated that she and I had some unfinished business to attend to – whether I knew it or not. It was said in such a way that I didn't seem to be given much choice in the matter.

I blurted out Krystina's favourite 'no lesbian' statement, but all that got was a denial from my challenger that she was one and an indication that it be a real fight but just with a sexual outcome. Before I had a chance to say anything more there was a further knock at the door and the blond tennis coach and another member of staff arrived saying that my challenger had suggested they come!

It seemed that everyone, even Krystina, was urging me to take on the Beauty and after all the fun of the evening, my body was trying to suggest to me that maybe it too would be interested. The girls were pushing our two single beds together, and stripping the bedding off.

I'm sure I never actually said yes, but I soon found myself on my knees on the bed, facing Beauty, both in the nude and both holding the slimline vibrators. Nothing was ever said about rules, but it seemed fairly obvious.

I had no doubt that Beauty was much more experienced sexually than me (most people are), but I also had seen that she was not a great fighter. It seemed to me that one should balance the other and despite my reservations to go beyond the touching or squeezing of the previous events, the atmosphere in the room and the encouragement of the others lead me to ignore my previously held opinions.

Someone said 'go' and before Beauty could react I had projected her onto her back, was pinning her shoulders down with my hands and sucking one of her breasts. She let out little squeals which confirmed my thought that she was already sexually excited. I was merely excited and, convinced that this should play in my favour, I decided to give it my all.

My public was suggesting lewd things I could do, but I took my time playing with Beauty's breasts, licking and sucking them, one after the other. As previously mentioned she did have breasts that every woman would envy, to the point that being given free access to stimulate them was almost an honour, and far too good to pass over too quickly. Even with my limited sexual experience I could feel that what I was doing was greatly exciting Beauty, and that was exactly the objective of the game.

Then it was time to move onto the second phase. I placed my legs over her shoulders, facing down her body, and used my weight to keep her immobilised. Initially I exchanged my mouth for my hands and began working on her breasts again, feeling their exquisite shape, teasing the nipples, finding out just what excited her the most.

I almost made a mistake. Relaxing and becoming absorbed with what I was doing, I lowered my body nearer her head, and felt a tongue quickly find my sex. Unlike Beauty I was not overly excited sexually, though the fact that her tongue was on my bare skin, and not my hairs, proved to me that caressing Beauty's breasts was turning me on. For a brief moment I was lulled by the sensations she was producing, and didn't react, but then I remembered what we were actually doing and leaned further forward, out of tongue range.

Out of tongue range was also into range for reaching between her legs, which she made no attempt to keep together. First my fingers detected just how wet she was, and then just how open she was. My slimline vibrator slid in with no effort and I began to gently move it in and out.

Beauty's efforts to stop me had thus far been so limited that I had been able to take all the time I wanted, and amuse myself. Maybe she was so excited that she wanted to get the best sensations quickly, but eventually she seemed to remember what we were doing. I for my part was lulled into a false sense of security, and so gradually I leaned further forward better to manipulate my vibrator and pin point its attacks.

Suddenly I felt Beauty's fingers caressing and probing my sex and the ease with which she slid a finger into me made me realise that I was a good deal more stimulated than I had thought.

My fingers where playing with her clit, while my other hand was using the vibrator to stimulate deep inside her. I undoubtedly had a strong position, and a good head start and, for a short while, I maintained my attack, leaving Beauty access to my most sensitive areas, which she was exploiting with all the ability of a seasoned pro. When she brought the vibrator into play and waves of pleasure started announcing their presence it was time for a change of plan.

In fact I moved so fast that her vibrator remained within me as I spun round and spread my body over hers. She tried to move her lower body to rub against mine, with little success, and then to rub her nipples against mine. This did produce rather nice sensations, but only on a limited scale.

I held her in this position while the pleasure waves between my legs reduced in intensity, then I set about manoeuvring her into the position I wanted. It took a little while, but eventually she was folded almost in two, with her bottom and hence her sex up in the air and her head and shoulders on the bed. She couldn't touch me and I had free access to her pussy. The only disappointment was that I couldn't easily touch her breasts, but I decided to ignore that and concentrate on target number one.

Beauty was so wet and open and ready to be satisfied that the rest was really child's-play, even for someone with my limited experience. I didn't need to hurry. Beauty couldn't move and, as her pleasure mounted she even lost the will to try. I had a chance to experiment, with a captive and very willing guinea pig.

I could surely have made her come quickly, but I didn't. Each time I judged I had gone far enough I backed off, only to renew my moves when I thought she could withstand more. She began begging me to finish her off and, for a while, I resisted her pleas. Only when everyone was telling me to get on with it did I risk adding my tongue to what my fingers and vibrator were doing. This triple assault proved too much and Beauty loudly proclaimed her pleasure and accordingly her defeat.

I continued my ministrations until she begged me to stop and then I gently lowered her flat on the bed. She was literally shattered, and she lay there making gentle little moans, while getting her breathing slowly back under control.

I had won my first ever sex fight. Little did I know that I would soon be having my second.