After the holiday – part 5

by Aristocatch

It may come as no surprise that Suvi and I stayed in bed late the next morning. We awoke rather shyly in the same bed and had a long discussion over breakfast which cleared the air. We were both adamant that we would remain as friends who could have sexual games together but we would not become lovers. There was no way that one or other of us would seek to change countries so that we could live together. But that wouldn't stop us from meeting up from time to time, fucking like mad, wrestling, fighting and who knows what else. We were clear in our minds that we could just as well be meeting up for a game of tennis!

The main advantage from our evening's activities was that we weren't bruised and sore. Knowing Maria I thought that was just as well.

Maria rang around lunchtime to tell us where we were to meet in the evening, and how to get there. Her enigmatic response to the question as to what we should bring, that arnica gel could be a good idea, confirmed my expectations.

Suvi was flying home the next day, and so she spent the afternoon getting ready and doing some last minute shopping. We had a light snack and then I drove us to the address provided by Maria, who was there ready when we arrived and who introduced us to Vicky, whose home it was. Actually the house belonged to her parents, but they were away.

Vicky was a well-built young lady with long hair in a plait, of similar age to us. We spent a few minutes chatting sociably and then she led us to a good-sized room on the ground floor, which had probably been added to the main house at some stage. All the furniture had been removed (we squeezed past it to get there), and padded mats covered the floor. This was clearly where the evening's events were due to take place.

Maria explained what they had in mind. Basically a rules submission-only tag catfight. They proposed that we fight topless, that no access be allowed to what was covered by the bikini bottoms, though wedgies could be used. The ideas they proposed sought to give a rough fight, but limit injury and avoid signs that would be visible the next day, in particular to the face. The first team to gain five submissions would win. In the event that one team took a lead of two submissions, the losing team would be allowed access to what was covered by the clothing, to give them a chance to even things up, but only while they remained two or more submissions behind.

We were all ready for a different kind of fight to what we were generally used to, but grateful that some of the more dangerous actions were banned. Maria added that, if they won, they proposed that we would be obliged to pay a penalty (which they had obviously already decided on), and that they would accept our terms if we won. Her tone of voice made it clear that she didn't imagine having to pay the penalty!

Not wishing to be caught unawares I had spent some time trawling the net for various types of catfight or extreme fight, so as to have some ideas depending on what was proposed. I had decided that some form of damage limitation was needed and that the person in the top position seemed often to come out best.

Having seen where we were to fight, Vicky took us up to a bedroom where we could change and leave our clothes. It didn't take us long to get ready and soon we were all four in the room. Adhesive tape had been laid at each end to form zones where the non-fighting partner had to stay until tagged. This left quite a large fighting area, with walls to two sides and, fortunately, no obstructions which could prove dangerous.

Now that we were dressed in only bikini bottoms it was easier to get a good impression of each other. Physically we were reasonably evenly matched. What one gained in height, the other gained in weight. On that score it was not a mismatch. If anything Suvi was the slightest, though her arms and legs were well muscled from tennis. I knew that Maria was stronger than me, and that just left Vicky. She had a face that looked severe, a body which suggested that she got plenty of exercise and, with her hair in a long plait, she looked more than capable of handling herself. It seemed to me that anyone with common sense wouldn't bet on our chances of winning.

Being pessimistic is not in my nature and win or lose I intended that we leave our mark (or at least plenty of bruises) on our two adversaries.

Suvi and I had agreed that I would start the ball rolling, and as I had already had some fight time with Maria, Vicky suggested she start for their team. We had had a lengthy discussion concerning hair pulling. Everyone agreed that it was an integral part of a catfight, but not everyone, especially me, was keen to lose lumps of hair. Finally we settled on it being allowed until the end of the first submission, or until everyone had been on the mat if that came later.

There was a brief delay to the start as Vicky was wearing a very flimsy bikini bottom. I pointed out that it would not stand being pulled for a wedgie and that if it broke we would decide that we could target what was exposed. That persuaded her, and she soon came back with a rather more sturdy option.

I reckoned that Vicky would go for my hair, and so I tried to pre-empt her move by going for a standard head lock and pull down, which I followed quickly down to the mat, Vicky underneath and her head well trapped. First points to us. Vicky quickly proved that I was right about her strength, as she set about freeing herself. I had wanted to try to smother her face with my body, but it was all I could do to keep the her head safely in the crook of my arm, without being able to manoeuvre my body into the desired position.

Having avoided finding herself in a compromising position Vicky set about punching or slapping my back with her left hand which she didn't need to block my attempts to turn her. I braved that out, and she then had the idea of seeing what she could reach with her left hand. The waistband of my bikini was soon identified and I thus became the first victim of a wedgie, as she pulled the material as far up my back as it would come. As a first I can confirm that uncomfortable sensations can be caused in this manner.

My initial good resolutions ceased, once I decided that I needed to end those sensations between my legs. Vicky's long plait was under my arm, so it was very easy to take hold of it and pull her hair back. She had to release my bikini and I tried to get my left arm around her head instead, but she outsmarted me and we ended up front to front, with me under, still holding her plait, while she had taken a handful of my hair.

The next couple of minutes convinced me that I was right in not wanting hair pulling included. By it's end I had the start of a headache and my game plan had gone out of the window. Neither was getting anywhere and it was with relief that I found Suvi within reach and tagged her in. Vicky hadn't seen her coming and so she found herself sitting, with Suvi behind her and and arm tightly around her neck.

Suvi let her use up some energy trying to get onto her feet to break the hold, then carefully choosing her moment she pulled her back and sat down heavily across her shoulders. A small amount of manoeuvring and Vicky was trapped into a reverse face-sit. Suvi wasted no time putting her fingers to use on Vicky's exposed breasts, and certainly not in the way she had used them on me! Vicky was wise enough not to stand that for too long, and she tapped out her surrender, giving us a one-nil lead.

Vicky gave way to Maria, who kept Suvi across the other side of the mat to me, roughing her up and before long blocking her under her body and obliging Suvi to tap out and even the score.

My turn again, but this time against Maria, but not for long, as she quickly tagged in Vicky who decided to throw me around the mat, moving in quickly to repeat the dose each time I tried to get up. I landed heavily close to Suvi, who tagged in, leaving me to get my breath back and to watch Suvi on the receiving end.

As Vicky had already lost to Suvi she clearly wanted revenge and it didn't take her long, doing to Suvi what Suvi had done to her. First a face sit, which she maintained a while as Suvi tried desperately to remove her and then with a double breast claw that quickly brought a submission. Now we were losing.

I was ready for Vicky this time, and for a sustained period we had a good, close fight, with neither getting the upper hand. We exchanged a good number of body punches and slaps and many attempts to put the other into a losing position, but without any final result. At least Vicky was getting sufficiently tired to tag in Maria and we met standing, grabbing each others bikini and pulling. This double wedgie lasted a while, and rather pulled the clothing out of shape, but at least it resisted.

The double wedgie was broken as Maria changed tactics and took my legs out from under me with a leg sweep, blocking me under her body. We wrestled for quite a while, but she maintained the top position most of the time despite all I could do, and despite testing the resilience of her breasts, albeit fleetingly, but with a certain vigour each time that I could get a hand in the right place. However my initial views that the top position was essential were proved correct as with my energy level failing Maria was able to gradually force her way over my face, covering it with her body and obliging me to cede before I suffocated.

We were now losing three to one, which meant that we could resort to pussy grabs to try to even the situation. Theoretically at least, as Suvi never managed to get near Maria's pussy. She did put up a good fight, and make Maria really work hard, but Maria's greater force and surely her experience made all the difference and so we were staring down the barrel of a massacre.

Maria had by now been fighting for a long period and so when I took over from a tired Suvi, it was against Vicky.

This was the roughest and hardest fight of the evening, starting with a slapping session, moving to the mat with regular breast grabs and painful holds. Having never met before, we had no reason to hold back and certainly the way in which we squeezed breasts showed no kindness to the other. If I had wanted to see what it was like to have a hard fight, I was now finding out and quite painfully at that!

But I still had an ace up my sleeve. We were getting nowhere mauling each other, but things changed when I finally got a hand into her knickers. I admit that I was not kind and I was surprised how long she resisted, but eventually she saw reason and capitulated, but the look she gave me suggested that she might be more than ready to renew hostilities, especially if my pussy could become a potential target.

To begin with however she ceded her place to Maria.

Given that I could still go for a pussy claw I thought I might have a chance, but Maria didn't see things that way. She kept me busy by regularly targeting my breasts, to make sure that I was kept busy trying to protect myself. I admit that once or twice I tried to ignore the pain, and take the fight back to her breasts, but this was not like our last fight and the pain that she was able to create persuaded me not to ignore it for too long.

I did, very briefly, get a handful of pussy, and the satisfaction of knowing that I had managed to inflict the most intimate of pains on both my opponents but, before I could cause her the pain that I had caused Vicky, she had managed to remove my hand by virtually wrenching my head off. From a brief glimpse of victory I quickly found myself in a helpless position. This was not a fight that we had to win at all costs, and I prefered my health over stubborness. There was no way that, even resisting at all costs, we were going to even up the score and so I came to the sensible decision and conceded the match.