The Weekend – part 3

by Aristocatch

Nobody got up very early the next morning, and I had somehow forgotten that we had come to Victoria's for a whole weekend of activity when I was eventually obliged to quit my bed by Red who was anxious to watch the next part before she left. As I had no idea what the next part was supposed to be, I could only listen, and learn how I was to be rudely dragged from my slumbering state.

When I saw Victoria I realised that she was in much the same state as me, having only by way of advantage, the knowledge as to what was next on the agenda. If anything she looked less awake than I was which was not all that surprising considering how we had spent the day before. So it was left to Red to set the wheels in motion and explain that we were to start the day in a rather different way to its predecessor. She added some information explaining that Victoria had been quite a rough young lady before her advancing studies changed her mentality. It was only to be expected therefore that any weekend which was supposed to serve as a farewell to that life should contain some more violent elements than we had hitherto before encountered.

Thus day two was to introduce a rather more combative approach though Victoria was quick to add that we would still not be seeking to 'beat' the other. Probably just as well as our wake-up call was to be a slapping fight. Fought naked, and at arms length with only the head being a non-target area. Ten minutes was set as the duration, unless one called a halt. At any rate each had the right to drop to their knees to take a breather a maximum of three times.

My brain worked overtime. Ten minutes was actually quite long, and would require a controlled approach, where defence would be primordial, no-one could stand being slapped non-stop for ten minutes.

Victoria had obviously worked the same thing out and we both started cautiously, only catching each other a couple of times on the upper arms, as defence took the forefront. Surprising Victoria for the first time, I stung her breast with a well-placed slap, even though I didn't put much strength behind it. This stung her into action (pun intended). Ignoring me she slapped my right breast with some force, but left herself open so doing, taking a slap to both breasts as a result.

Now she was being careful, protecting her breasts from the follow up that she was expecting. Knowing that, I caught her completely unawares with a back of the hand slap between the legs. Once again there was not a lot of force involved but I had the good fortune to catch her squarely on her pussy, her legs being nicely open at just the right time.

That stunned her and her instinct was one of protection. Covering her breasts and her pussy, left me free to fire off plenty of moderate slaps to her buttocks and thighs – leaving her in even greater confusion as to what she should protect.

Eventually she woke up enough, or her brain cleared, to work out that if all she did was to defend herself, then I could slap some part of her at will, without any risk to myself.

She therefore came out flailing and even though she took a number of slaps in reply, she also landed some, especially to my breasts. One, in particular was enough to make me seek to protect myself, as she caught me with some degree of power, right across the nipple. Now it was my turn to back away, though I didn't go into ultra-defensive mode, and tried dancing around like a boxer, waiting my moment to strike back.

From Victoria's point of view the good news was that I wasn't the only one doing the slapping. The bad news was that, as she was slapping somewhat harder than I had been, I decided that I could put a bit more power behind my blows. She caught my breast a glancing blow, but took a super hit back, which produced a real crack of a noise as my hand encountered the side of her breast. This blow must have stung, as she sunk to her knees to recover and I backed off as per the rules.

Victoria took her time getting back up but, as she did so, she fired off a backhander aimed at my pussy. Only the tips of her fingers hit the target zone, but this was the first time that she had tried between my legs. Her bottom took the brunt of the retaliation, as several slaps rained down on it.

Victoria backed away and there then ensued a fairly lengthy sparring session as each stalked the others breasts, but from a distance. Several slaps were exchanged, but without the force of some of their predecessors. In some ways this was one of the better bits of the fight, as it was less one sided, even though that meant that I had to feel some pain.

But Victoria got carried away and left herself open. I hadn't intended to deal with her clinically, but I decided to aim again between her legs, principally to keep her guessing afterwards as to where each attack might be headed. Unfortunately she walked right into what was intended as a fairly gentle slap from my left hand, and spun into a harder follow up one from my right hand.

Had I intended I could not have expected two such strikes, which weren't even my intention. Victoria's eyes glazed over and she sunk to the floor. Looking at me she said that she would prefer to quit, to leave herself capable of other things later in the day, and knowing that I could overwhelm her if I wanted to.

I thought that would be the end of things, and was going to head away for some breakfast, but Red said not to be too fast and that she would carry on where her friend had left off if I didn't object. As she had already almost shed her clothes saying no would have been difficult.

Red's approach was quite different. She was going to slap me whether she got hit back or not.

I deflected her first two slaps, aimed at my breasts, but still realised that they were fired off with more force than Victoria had been using, so I gave her back a couple of good slaps to the buttocks. Changing her aim, she reddened my bum cheeks as we exchanged a series of resounding slaps to our bum cheeks. Red even had the gall to try to slap me between the legs but, fortunately for me as I hadn't been expecting it, she missed.

Now I was expecting it and scored with a fairly gentle slap to her pussy. Red was more talented than I had given her credit for, as she fired a back hander into my pussy, hitting the target. We both fired full slaps into each other's pussies and backed to a safer distance. My pussy was stinging, and Red had already proved more effective than Victoria.

Now it was me being circumspect and taking as many slaps as I gave, some to the breasts, most to other parts of the body.

I've already mentioned Red's breasts, and it seemed only appropriate that I turn them the colour to match her name. I should confess that, in so doing, I gave her the chance to redden mine, which she didn't pass on. I should also add that that hurt.

Red fired off a slap that I didn't see coming right into my pussy and I decided that a quick time-out might be an idea, dropping to my knees. I took time rising, essentially to prepare my move, and I caught Red in the same place with a beautifully executed manoeuvre, even if I say it myself. Now it was her turn to sink to her knees with a rueful smile.

She challenged me to a ground fight, and I understood her meaning. To hell with whatever Victoria had lined up for the rest of the day, the challenge was too much to resist. We threw ourselves at each other, gabbing at breasts, or trying for crotch claws. It was short, sweet and bloody painful! I'm sure that I hurt Red, but she just ignored it and hurt me back, especially with a particular vicious hold on my left nipple, that left it sore for a while afterwards.

Fortunately it was short lived and Red quickly called a halt having, I thought, given Victoria a considerable helping hand for the rest of the day. I had, however, underrated Red who then stated that fairness demanded that she deal out the same treatment to Victoria.

Victoria could hardly refuse and, presumably deciding that attack was the best form of defence, went after Red straight from the outset giving her pussy what looked to be a highly painful going over. Once again Red didn't flinch and tore into Victoria's breasts much like she had mine, and not letting Victoria's pussy think that she was ignoring it either!

This combat was as short and sweet as mine had been with Red, who then declared herself satisfied that she had evened things up for the rest of the day.

Yellow had remained apart from all that had been going on and she now urged Red to get ready. They had come together and she was already late getting back to her home.

Red dressed quickly and they left. We in turn sat down to a rather lengthy breakfast, which allowed Victoria and I to recover a bit from the brutal start that our day had seen.