The Holiday – part 10

by Aristocatch

Carla's proposed organisation for the remaining fights went unchallenged. In many ways it was not unexpected, and there was clearly not the time available to have three longer fights. This meant that I had five minutes more with Reiko, she of the long nipples.

The Reiko I faced this time was quite different to the Reiko of the first round. By now she had wrestled with all three of us, and had had a good chance to see just what it was like. I presume that we had all three touched her intimately and that, as a result, any shyness she may have had at the beginning had by now gone. I had decided to have much the same fight with her as I had just had with Carla. Getting my hands on Carla had not been difficult, with Reiko it was nearly impossible.

She was as slippery as an eel. Every time I thought to have got hold of her, she slid away. I tried to resort to wrestling holds to keep her in place, but could never get them properly in place and I was left clutching at straws, while her hands seemed to find whichever parts of my body she wanted to touch.

The only way to have bested Reiko would have been to use brute force, to literally squash her into place. Methods which would have been more violent and painful. I had no desire to do that and accepted that for five minutes she would call the tunes, and I would just do what I could to 'score' from time to time.

To be fair I did get to grab fleetingly, but in a points scoring contest I would have lost very easily. Not only did she grab, she also managed to penetrate me several times with a finger proving that I was by now wet and open and, in the dying seconds, she even inserted a finger, wet with my pussy juices into my bum. Now I don't like that kind of thing, but I read this as a statement of her total dominance, and she didn't push it too far.

Although I was far too occupied to watch, I gather that she deliberately did virtually all the same things to Carla. Me, for my part, I was tangling again with my sexfight opponent of the night before who had very close experience of every last micro-segment of my body (except if I am fair my arsehole).

We had had our sexfight, and we had caused each other extremes of physical pleasure. We didn't have to talk together to know that we were not about to have another. We had also watched Krystina and her black opponent cause each other so much pain that it spoiled their plans. The question was, should be merely grope each other for five minutes or could we try something different.

We had also tangled in the mud and for five minutes a little earlier and, each time, we had found an instant accord and a willingness to do similar things to each other – with considerable satisfaction. I wouldn't go so far as to say that we were kindred spirits, but clearly we were on the same wavelength.

Once again that proved to be the case. We had a fight to do things to each other that were not designed to produce sexual pleasure. Our nipples were a principal target, but also our sex lips. Unlike Krystina's fight we didn't tear at them, we merely extended them a bit by a gradual pulling. The point was to prove that we could, despite the efforts of the other to stop us, not to cause enough pain to make the other surrender. Each would gain the upper hand for a brief period, only to relinquish it straight after. Rarely were we both pulling on something at the same time – and never both pulling on pussy lips. Bum cheeks got pulled apart as well, with fingers approaching very close to our bum holes, close but never penetrating. As I have already said we were both very much on the same wavelength.

We only had five minutes, and there remained one unmissable finale to our trysts. There was only one fitting finale and, abandoning all else, the last few seconds, maybe a little more, were spent on one thing. Breasts. She wanted to leave red finger marks on mine, I wanted to give her something to remember me by – squashed breasts. These few seconds were the one and only time during my holiday when we actually stopped being nice to each other and sought instead to squash painfully – knowing of course that it was only for a few seconds.

When I look back on it after, it was as if we were laying down a calling call, showing each other that we could be more competitive in a different way, proving that groping each other, or even giving each other orgasms, were not the limits of our capacities. Because we were who we were, and given our previous history although this was painful it was also exhilarating. Undoubtedly a good thing that the duration was short, dangling the carrot that maybe a real catfight to find a victor could be interesting – knowing that we could dish out and take pain.

When the five minutes were up we had a big cuddle and proved that we were still friends. Friends with sore breasts, but still friends.

I now had a quarter of an hour to face against Carla. We had all tussled for a total of twenty five minutes which, for the most part, had been pretty energetic. That was after all what had happened the previous evening and night. Reiko should have been the least tired, but even she was glad when Carla suggested we took a five minute breather.

I didn't know what Carla had in mind, except that she had gone to considerable lengths to organise this added attraction, as compensation on her missing out the night before – but missing out on what? She had fifteen minutes to put her plan into action, unless I took on the dominant role. I was a little sore from my tennis coach's treatment of my breasts, and my body was fast feeling the effects of all the previous action. But if I took the fight to Carla I could perhaps dictate how it panned out.

Straight from the off I bowled her over, pinning her to the floor. All the other fights had started gently and this took her quite unawares. A small adjustment to my position and I was moving my sex ever closed to her mouth. I brought it right up close and was more than happy that Carla's reaction, rather than to try to buck me off, was to stick out a tongue and try to lick my tender parts. If this meant that sexual contact was her aim, rather than physical combat, I could be less dominant. The one thing I didn't really want was fifteen minutes of what the tennis coach and I had been just doing to each other.

I kept my sex just out of her tongue's range, and moved myself slightly higher, so that I wasn't sitting on her breasts. This allowed me to reach behind me with my right hand, using the left to maintain balance, and cup her breasts, running a finger tantalisingly over her nipple. The intention was to persuade her just how I wanted the fight to go. She still made no attempt to unseat me, so I let the left hand join in. Both of her breasts were now in my grasp, but a loving grasp that indicated that I appreciated them and meant them no harm.

I moved off Carla of my own choosing, pulling her partially up by one of my arms and moving quickly behind her, the better to renew my hands acquaintance with her chest. Held against me she couldn't do much other than enjoy me seeking to give her pleasure through her breasts and nipples. Then I let her loose. She spun to face me and then slowly advanced. Our hands met and I allowed her to use her energy to force them down. Breaking the hold she moved her body quickly into mine, and pressed them both together, with her hands pulling my buttocks ever closer to her.

As she pulled us ever closer our pubic hair met. Now it was my turn to add my hands to her buttocks, forcing our sexes together. After twenty five minutes of varied action, and especially Reiko's ministrations, I knew that I was once again wet down there, which a few minutes violence with the tennis coach hadn't changed. Carla had also enjoyed Reiko's approach and, as I had hoped, she was just as wet and of course open. This meant that bare skin, devoid of pubic hair came into contact and due to its wetness stuck.

We wantonly rubbed our sexes together, leaning our upper bodies back a little to improve the angle and the contact. As we moved around our breasts would flirt with each other, and our nipples had their own little duel, which soon made me forget any lingering discomfort as I rediscovered the other kind of sensations that can be produced via these increasingly long appendages.

We remained like that for some time, giving little tingles of pleasure coursing through my body. I was still sure about Krystina's 'no lesbian', but increasingly feeling that I could enjoy the delights that only two women could create together. I was just beginning to be lulled into a lethargic state when Carla caught me unawares, pulling away and then sweeping a leg out from under me, dumping me on my back. Instead of trying to force me down as I had done to her, she immediately targeted the area between my legs.

There were no preliminaries – I suppose none were needed – as one of her long fingers slid deep within me. Challenging me to defend myself she set about encouraging a second finger to join it.

Her occupation with my nether region left me free to defend myself and a head lock forced her to abandon her fingering. I wanted to even the score as quickly as I could, and set about wrestling her into a position where my hand could reach between her legs. She seemed determined to continue her line of attack and wrestled back.

Wrestling now dominated for quite a prolonged period. My fingers tasted her insides, but only fleetingly and her long fingers caressed my innards on numerous equally fleeting occasions. It was clear that Carla had one idea, to 'score points' by fingering me. Unable to dominate and losing by an average of two penetrations to one, I sought to take the combat elsewhere. The question of where was quickly solved, if kept clear of below the waist, it was nearly always possible to find a breast with a free hand.

To start with I limited my actions to gentle breast-touching measures and, as this didn't seem to slow her success between my legs, I began to grope in a larger measure and finally, still being beaten elsewhere in a rougher manner, risking that my still slightly sore breasts be targeted in return. It was only at this stage that Carla gave up attack at all costs and gave more attention to protecting her breasts.

Now, having Carla's fingers inside me was not disagreeable, but this was after all a combat, not a sex session and, as such, it was a combat that I was losing. Carla still sought to let her fingers do the walking, but defended herself more seriously. This had the double advantage of reducing the time I had with a finger inside me, and increasing my chances of fingering her instead.

This wasn't a rough fight and it wasn't a sex fight either. Carla seemed to have decided that time spent with a finger in constituted a just criterion, and she wasn't actually trying to actively stimulate say my clitoris or to push me towards an orgasm.

It was inevitable that she eventually decide that, if I could cause her a bit of mammary discomfort, she could do likewise. She gave my left breast a good serious squeeze obliging me, in consequence, to be more careful, and to devote more attention to protecting my breasts. This of course reversed the situation giving her more chance to increase her fingering. Instead of dominating as I had intended, I was back to playing catch up, as I had so often done recently.

Reiko had shown us both another approach to this form of wrestling, managing to slip clear of holds, being elusive and scoring almost at will. I got the impression that Carla had learned more form her fight with Reiko than I had, and that she was putting it to good use.

As another attempt to regain the initiative failed, and I found myself once again being fingered, I suddenly had a flashback to one of the clips Krystina had shown me on the internet and I began to get an idea. Giving up on 'point' scoring for the moment, I concentrated on trying to simply wrestle Carla into the position I was after. She was expected me to seek either to get at her breasts, or her pussy and so she didn't react as she could have to my initial moves.

Finally I had her where I wanted her, on her back, in a leg scissors with her two hands being held above her head by my left hand, thus leaving my right hand free and her body within range. When she wriggled I merely tightened the pressure my legs were applying to her middle. As I've mentioned before my legs are quite strong, and so I could apply enough pressure for it to be uncomfortable, and certainly enough to dissuade Carla to struggle too much.

Once her efforts to break the hold had subsided, I was able to stretch my right hand down between her legs. To get back in the contest I had to regain a significant initiative, which meant altering the course of events. Instead of trying to finger her, as she had for some minutes been doing to me, I set about caressing her sex, and finding and then stroking her clitoris. Her attacks on me had concentrated purely on quantity, she had made no attempt to stimulate me sexually. I suppose that for some women deep fingering is enough, but for me I need alternative stimulus at the same time, which Carla had not applied. My idea was to get her sexually aroused so that she would lose focus on the fight.

It worked. It wasn't long before Carla's breathing and movements showed that her body was reacting as I had hoped.

I didn't intend to force her to orgasm and, in any event, as she felt her body beginning to escape from her control, she managed to pull a hand free from my grasp allowing her to try to wrestle her way free. Wrestle is maybe not the best word as, once she had regained some movement she targeted what she could reach, namely my breasts, forcing me to cease caressing her pussy and to counter attack.

When the alarm on Carla's telephone went off telling us that the fifteen minutes were over we each had handfuls of breast and who knows where the fight may have gone from there. It was impossible for all four to continue as the time for Reiko's shuttle to the airport was fast approaching, and mine wasn't that long after.

Carla immediately announced that I had to shower in her room, and that Reiko could clean up in the tennis coach's room. There was no room left for argument. Reiko looked like the cat who had got the cream and the tennis coach looked exhausted! I had no way of knowing how their fight had gone and what it had concentrated on.

Carla had a room on the upper floor of the hotel, reserved for staff, with a small shower-room shared by three bedrooms. To get there we had to walk right through the hotel. Our bodies were a disgusting mess – hair sodden and matted, sweat literally dropping off us, despite the lack of heating where we were. There were also numerous temporary marks left by contact, especially around our breasts. We put our wet bikinis back on, and wrapped the towels over the most marked parts, and walked brazenly through the hotel as if we had just come from the beach, or the pool.

Carla had no intention of us showering one at a time, and within seconds warm water was running and we were both under it, in a very confined space. Carla produced some shower gel and we soaped each other all over, which lead to a very steamy episode (not caused by the hot water), which I have no intention of describing in detail. I might claim Krystina's 'no lesbian', but I don't think Carla could!

We didn't have that long to linger and so what happened was fairly intensive and, I have to say despite prior reservations, thoroughly to my liking. Carla proved that her long fingers could do other than merely slide in and out of my thoroughly well prepared pussy!

Reiko had long since left when I arrived at the reception but the tennis coach was waiting for me. She gave me a card from the hotel on which she had written her personal email address. She asked for my address and when she saw what I had written she told me that she had an uncle who was living, she thought, not that far away though her geography wasn't good enough to be sure. She added that she had long-standing plans to visit him some time and when she did she wouldn't hesitate to look me up.

Carla, the tennis coach and I had a good cuddle and then I was in the mini bus being sped to the airport and my flight home from a holiday which had been very different from everything that I had imagined and which had left me far more experienced sexually than before and benefiting from various novel experiences (most of them agreeable) which would surely influence the path my life would subsequently follow.