The Holiday – part 8

by

Aristocatch

My tennis coach and I lay there on the beds, quite exhausted and incapable of doing anything else. We could have stayed there for quite some time, except that Krystina and the other black girl came forward to help us off. This made me realise that they had remained watching all that had taken place, and they hadn't yet had any physical involvement themselves.

In view of Krystina's 'no lesbian' and the internet extracts they had looked at I imagined that they were not about to indulge in a sex fight, and I was to be proved right. My tennis coach and I huddled together on the pillows which were on the floor, covering them in the event with our juices, but we were much too tired to care. Beauty and her new friend were still busy and we all left them to it.

Krystina and the black girl with the large nipples climbed onto the beds. By now I was a bit more aware of what was going on and I briefly wondered whether the noise might be disturbing those in the next room. But, as I listened, various loud bumps and a squeal suggested that the people in that room might also be continuing in the spirit of the earlier part of the evening!

I don't know how much the two girls now on the bed had been able to discuss but they seemed in agreement during the early stages of the fight. Proper wrestling dominated, with occasional, short squeezes of breasts when hands were free enough. These squeezes seemed much like those I had undertaken earlier and were on the face of it not too painful. Areas between legs were not touched at all.

The two were evenly matched, and intent on proving to the other who was the better wrestler, and both seemed to know some genuine wrestling moves. I recognised body scissors, and various arm and head locks. Krystina also managed to spread-eagle her opponent's legs giving us a full view in a move whose name I have forgotten.

This continued for perhaps as long as ten minutes, with little evidence of the more extreme elements I had been expecting. Maybe it would have continued longer if the black girl hadn't got too near the edge of the bed and fallen on the floor. She was unhurt but, in climbing back onto the bed she nodded to Krystina which appeared to be a sign to move on to something else.

The number of breast grabs increased and with the increase there seemed to be more pressure applied. Both squeezed the whole breasts, not touching the nipples, but there was still little venom in the attacks and only a limited amount of pain.

Holding Krystina down, whilst partially across her body the black girl had a thoroughly white breast in one hand – or actually not that white, as there were odd red marks from her fingers on the flesh. Her other hand snaked down between Krystina's legs and pulled on her labia. This produced a cry from Krystina and an arm snaking around her opponent's head pulling her back. As she came over backwards one of her large-nippled breasts disappeared within Krystina's hand, and the cry came from another source as Krystina clearly squeezed that much harder.

Krystina manoeuvred herself into position to show her adversary what it was like to have your labia pulled and a moment later they both had a handful of sex lips which they were pulling on. Each pulled and twisted and sought to find out how to cause pain to the other. Clearly they were both successful for they pulled apart and restarted fighting. Now each time one extricated a hand she squeezed a breast hard, or less often attacked the other between the legs.

Clearly attacking the sex was painful and they sought ways of wrestling that tried to protect their own such areas, while giving them access to the other. This often resulted in the only target available being a breast, and new ways of attacking these lovely orbs were found.

The black girl had Krystina down on her back, sitting on her midriff, facing Krystina's legs. As such Krystina's sex was exposed and she really went to town on her sex lips and whatever else she could get her hand on. Krystina was about to take that lying down and she grabbed at what she could, those long-nippled breasts, pulling them viciously to each side.

Both uttered noises of pain, which brought them to their senses, and caused a temporary halt to the fight.

Some muttering went on and Krystina appeared to shake her head in a resigned sort of way.

Their fight took a major change afterwards. Genuine wrestling made a partial comeback, though they continued to target each other breasts from time to time, and as a means of escaping certain holds. Hurting each other between the legs ceased, to be replaced by what I might term 'sex grabs'. There was no way Krystina would stoop to overtly masturbating another girl as I had recently done, but they seemed to score some sort of point over each other by openly touching the more private areas, and occasionally rubbing a little more openly.

On the face of it they had had trouble judging between discomfort and excess pain when attacking each other's sex, but they didn't seem to have the same problem so far as breasts were concerned. I can only hope for them that some form of numbness eventually set in, for they did manhandle each others breasts in what looked like highly painful ways.

The fight was odd, combining caressing moves between the legs, with more violent attacks to the chest, and painful, energy sapping wrestling moves. Once again they both seemed quite capable of extricating at least one hand from most moves with which to find a target.

I couldn't tell how they had planned the fight, but their breast attacks began to target the nipples, as well as the orbs, pulling and twisting them, clearly with a view to causing pain. The speed of the fight increased and both seemed to launch a final assault.

It was Krystina who capitulated first for which she was made to lie flat on her back while her adversary administered to her private parts with one of the vibrators. I'd seen the internet clips and presumed that, having no strap-on available, they had chosen the next best thing. Beauty reappeared on the scene and set to trying to stimulate Krystina's breasts but, after the punishment they had taken, this seemed a forlorn task and she didn't continue for very long.

For a 'no lesbian' Krystina didn't seem to find what was being done with the vibrator too unpleasant. She didn't or wouldn't have an orgasm like those who had preceded her, but when the two black girls combined to seek sensations, she did find her smile again, and made certain involuntary movements which suggested that it wasn't all bad.

I hesitated about joining in, but didn't.

After a time Krystina indicated that enough was enough and all actions ceased. The four stayed with us a while longer, taking it in turns to shower and eventually to get dressed. A few cuddles, the odd kiss later and Krystina and I were on our own.

It was at least three in the morning, and we still hadn't combated each other. I thought it only fair to offer, but Krystina smiled a polite refusal and we went to sleep.