After the holiday – part 7

by Aristocatch

When we got back to my home after our tag catfight and follow-up activities, Suvi and I were both very tired. Even if the catfights could have been rougher, enough punches, slaps and painful holds had been exchanged for the results to be felt, once the on-going excitement had worn off. Having slept in the same bed the night before Suvi and I automatically climbed in together, but purely to sleep, there being no energy left for any other actvities.

The next morning I took her to the station to get a train to the airport and thence home. We agreed to keep in touch.

I had five days before the meeting with Caro, and that was enough for most of the bruises to become much less painful. I was happy as I arrived there that the results of that previous evening would not inhibit my taking a full part in the wrestling that Caro had planned. As she had also informed me that I should come with clothes that I could wrestle in, I felt more reassured.

There was no sign of Vicky when I arrived, only Caro who made me feel more than welcome. She told me that, if I was willing, she wanted to try out an idea that she had read about, and she insisted once more that it would only be if I was willing. This caution on her part of course, got me wondering but, as my previous experience has shown, I never say die, and can usually be persuaded to try most things.

My first thought when Caro outlined her ideas was to refuse, but then my usual good nature took over and Caro seemed a nice person! What she had in mind was simple, to wrestle clothed to obtain a pin. After losing a pin an item of clothing had to be shed. Once parts of the body were exposed they could be targeted. Once both were naked victory would be by submission. That part sounded more than acceptable. The twist was that after losing a pin, the winner could use the strap-on on the loser for a minute. Once exposed the lower part of the body could only be targeted in a sexual manner, while the upper part could be targeted in any way one chose.

It was certainly different.

Caro was younger than her sister and looked much less physically fit, or determined. On the face of it there was less risk of her being unpleasantly violent and much less chance that I be outclassed. So, what the hell, I agreed, with the one proviso that the strap-on not be used until the victim was adequately prepared. I didn't know at the time how useful that proviso might prove!

We both dressed in sweater, T-shirt, bra, trousers and knickers, but took off our shoes and socks. Barefoot on the mat we began wrestling and it was quickly apparent that Caro was not as competent as her sister or Maria. She wasn't totally a novice either, and it was obvious to me that if I so wanted we could have a good fun fight – and that was indeed what I wanted.

First, it was necessary to put down a marker, so I made sure that I obtained the first pin. Caro took off her sweater and then, dropped her trousers and knickers, exposing her sex. We had wrestled for maybe three minutes, and even though this had excited her a bit, she was far from ready to have a strap-on thrust within her. So I laid her down on the floor, and began gently fingering her sex, which was covered by a slight, light-coloured layer of hair.

She seemed nice and so, rather than merely use my fingers, I leaned forward and used my tongue to lubricate and gradually stimulate her. The taste was nice, and so I continued for a while, introducing my fingers to open up a passage for a later stage. When my tongue flicked over her clitoris her hips jerked. I repeated the dose and got the same result, followed by an expletive from her lips. It seemed that I might have found her weak point. There was no reason to exploit it excessively at this time, so I contented myself with making sure that next time she would be ready for the strap-on. Her taste and smell were most agreeable, so I did perhaps prolong the pleasure longer than strictly necessary!

She put her trousers and underwear back on and we began wrestling again. The wrestling for the second pin showed that we were more evenly balanced than I had at first thought. I really enjoyed this style of physical contest, where the sole objective was to pin the other. Neither sought to cause excess pain, or violate the opposing body. It was purely a good competitive struggle between two clothed women. In some ways the fact that it was I who claimed the second pin was to some degree incidental. I wouldn't have been unduly upset had I lost.

My first chance to use the strap-on, and I soon found that it was not quite as easy as I had expected. I'm not sure that Caro found my initially clumsy attempts that stimulating and the enthusiasm with which she started the third round showed that it had stimulated rather than diminished her capacities. I had decided that, on the basis of the time it had taken to obtain the first two pins, the overall competition could last a very long time, and prove to be a test of stamina. It would therefore be sensible not to expend more energy than necessary. Logic therefore prevailed and Caro claimed the third pin.

I took my jumper off and spread my legs. Caro showed that she was quite astute as she copied my approach, gentle tonguing me until she reached a stage when she could go further. She seemed quite disappointed that, when she began to touch my clitoris, she didn't obtain the same reactions that I had. When she was happy that I would be ready for the strap-on, she stopped and I put my trousers back on, having enjoyed a most pleasant rest.

The rest played in my favour, as I quickly pinned Caro, who had to remove her T-shirt. This time my efforts with the strap-on were noticeably more successful! I found it most exciting to look down and see the length of rubber disappear deep inside Caro, only to slide back out again, glistening with moisture. I had to remind myself that it was Caro who was supposed to be excited by these actions, and not me.

Clearly Caro enjoyed having the strap-on inside her, as once again she showed some re-found energy, taking the fight to me. I defended for quite a while, hoping that in so doing I was using up less energy than she was. But her determination found out and her body flattened my shoulders for long enough to claim a pin.

Caro's efforts with the strap-on showed that she had more experience of it than I (despite her lesser years). If forced to I could admit that the sensations she produced were really quite nice, and that it was as well that they were limited to only sixty seconds.

Much to my surprise I found myself pinned again barely a minute later with a move that I didn't see coming, and which Caro had not suggested herself capable of before. The sensations she produced with the strap-on were far too good, and I began to be concerned for the first time that I could actually lose (not that losing would really be that important).

We were both in bra and panties, with all to play for. The only difference was that I was now wary, and the next pin saw me concentrate initially on blocking Caro's moves and taking a more cautious approach. She used a lot of energy trying to maintain her winning streak, and I used less, gradually feeling that I had the upper hand. When she made her first mistake I was ready to capitalise on it, and Caro found herself without her bra, but with a strap-on pistoning her. I felt that it was time to start to use what I saw as my trump card, and allowed my finger to locate her clitoris, even as the strap-on was sliding in and out. The reaction was all that I hoped for.

This time being on the receiving end of the strap-on didn't galvanise her, and within seconds she was naked and receiving it again!

The rules she had put in place meant that I couldn't go for a submission until we were both naked, and I still had my bra and panties on. There was no way that I wanted this to turn into a catfight, and so I had decided not to seek to cause her pain. As we wrestled for the next fall I concentrated rather too much on caressing her breasts, playing with her nipples and even rubbing her between the legs. This did rather take the edge off my wrestling. I even managed to lick her pussy as she was trying to use a face sit to obtain a pin!

So, I lost my bra, and was on the receiving end of the strap-on, but Caro was the one who was fast becoming very sexually excited.

There seemed little point going for a pin, and far more for pushing her sexual excitement to its limits, which is just what I did. There she was trying to wrestle for a pin and there I was stimulating her every way I could, and my imagination knew no bounds. I knew her weak point, and her clitoris was regularly the target of my attentions.

I've already mentioned that Caro was carrying more weight on her than her sister, and this actually made her rather more attractive. I could call her cuddly, but that might imply that she was fatter than she really was, and compared to many people today she was hardly over weight. Whatever, I found playing with that body, in such circumstances to be an extremely pleasant business. Too pleasant for Caro as I managed to push her over the edge into a most satisfying orgasm. If many orgasms remain almost secret, this one didn't, especially as she let loose with a verbal duplication of what she was feeling.

Had it been possible I would have won, but it wasn't, and so we had to continue. Taking advantage of her orgasm I promptly pinned her and added to her woes with another dose of strap-on.

Tactics now came into play and I let her pin me. Sixty seconds of strap-on was my award (yes, it was nice), and then I could go for a submission.

Caro was shattered, physically and sexually, and she put up very little resistance, barely touching the intimate parts of my now-nude body. I, on the other hand, caressed her more or less at will, flicking my finger or my tongue over her clitoris, and giving her far too many good sensations to control. It took a few squeals and many shakes, but she had no choice but to submit.

She lay on the floor looking exhausted and didn't even offer to see whether I would have liked her to bring me to orgasm. Actually I didn't. I wanted to keep this as a wrestling match, and not an excuse for a lesbian adventure. She had given me some very nice sensations as part of the match and, for me, that was enough. After some time her breathing slowed to a more gentle rhythm, and then she began to look a bit disappointed.

In answer to my questions she explained that she wasn't disappointed because she had lost, but merely because our wrestling had been entirely towards a sexual end. She had hoped to have had a titfight along the way, or at least to have found out what it was like to squeeze and be squeezed.

There was no way that she was ready for any sort of fight, and so I proposed that we have a rest and a think, though I did tell her that there was no way I was about to have a no-holds barred fight with her. She fetched a couple of bottles of water from the fridge in the kitchen and we sipped them, sitting naked on the mat, while we got our breath back. We chatted about each other, her studies, how I had started wrestling, the plans we had for our lives. Eventually, of course, I accepted to have a short further bout with her, with the sole aim of wrestling with each others tits.

The question then was where and how. I had an idea and when I put it to Caro she was quite enthusiastic. That meant showering first and so she took me off to her parents' shower room where there was a shower which was large enough to accommodate two without difficult. We helped each other wash off the sweat of our labours and, once clean and dry, we went through to her bedroom.

Caro had a large single bed which was perfect for our needs. We stripped the bedding off and the made the bed using the largest sheet we could find in the house. We added a large spare blanket that she found. We then climbed naked into her bed. By virtue of the size of the sheet it was barely loosened by having two persons within it.

Let battle commence. Lying on our sides facing each other, a short distance apart, we had very little room to manoeuvre. We couldn't even see each others breasts, but shot out our hands, battling each other, trying to get a hand free to go in search of a target, giving a quick squeeze, then releasing to protect instead of attack. She got a good grip on one of my breasts, which I couldn't break, the angle made it difficult to retaliate in kind, so I shot a hand down and found pussy which I just prodded with no desire to hurt. She complained that it wasn't in the rules, but defended herself anyway, giving my breast a break and adding another option to our game.

We squeezed each other and prodded pussy for quite a few minutes, causing only moderate discomfort and regularly laughing. Then we had a silly game of trying to finger each others pussies which, given the limitations of the bedding (even if it had loosened a bit) was more for fun than for results. When I finally managed to wriggle a finger slightly into her pussy I claimed victory.

She was enjoying herself and wanted more. We turned back to back and tried to get at each others body like that – which proved impossible.

She lay flat and I climbed onto her – which was just possible. We very briefly tried to renew our breast fight but that also was no more feasible, and neither could we get our hands into any position to attack anything else.

Caro was still itching to fight, so we removed the bedding and rolled around on the bed, playfighting, with no malicious intent. She still wasn't satisfied so far as titfighting was concerned. I'm not sure what it was she wanted, but in the end I accepted that we would end our activities with a first to quit breast fight.

We knelt in front of each other, took a breast in each hand and set about squeezing, pinching, pulling and God knows what else. I started quite moderately, waiting to see what Caro would do. She, for the first time that evening, tried to cause me pain. So, looking her straight in the eyes, I increased my efforts, hoping that I was right that Caro's pain threshold was less than mine.

We gave each other's tits quite a working over in a genuine spirit of competition, but none of the spirit which we had seen in her sister. Fortunately she did call a halt before it could get out of hand, though my breasts stung for hours after.

There would be no further chance to renew any combat before her parents were due home and the matting needed removing, but we did agree to remember each other if the chance ever arose.