The Weekend – part 4
by Aristocatch

We spent quite some time over breakfast and I was feeling less sore and more ready for the next activity once it was over.

Instead of going into the wrestling room, Victoria took us all into one of the bedrooms, where there was a giant-sized bed covered with just a sheet. She explained that we were going to have a competition where the idea would be to make your opponent's man ejaculate. To prepare for this game she had decided that there would be two minutes for each of us to work on our adversary's man, in any way we wished short of penetration. Looking at how flaccid our men were, she decided to up that to three minutes!

I remembered Lawrence's fondness for having his nipples played with and so not only did I play with his penis, but I also licked his nipples. I believe that Victoria principally used her mouth on Marc's sex. At any rate when the three minutes were up both men looked far more ready for action.

They were made to lay down side by side on the bed, facing away from each other. Victoria and I then impaled ourselves on our partner's rampant member, facing each other and as close together as we could. The rules were simple, we had to make the other move or react in such a way that her man shot his load first.

There was no subtlety to the start of the match. We both tried to pull at the other's breasts in the hope that the discomfort would make her clench her vaginal muscles and thus apply pressure to the penis within. After that it became a bit of a push-me pull-you series; anything to create movement over the penis.

With the men lying flat we couldn't get at them to exploit their weaknesses, and so we had to rely on creating friction in our adversary. It was Victoria who found a solution. Bending as far forward as she dared she tried to rub my clitoris. This was quite a sneaky move, as it meant that she was also indirectly rubbing Marc's penis. What's more as she was bent forward, I couldn't do the same to her and I was left trying to reach over her back. I rejected the idea of trying to maul her mammaries – we'd attacked them enough for now, and there was nothing at stake in this contest.

As expected her ruse paid off and Marc couldn't hold back any longer. Victoria promptly rode her husband hard until he duly shot his load. Victoria announced that we would call a halt for a while, have a light lunch (we hadn't eaten breakfast that long before), and then go into the sauna. As we prepared lunch she told me that she had two more events in mind, having had to rethink matters due to Red and Yellow staying longer than she had expected.

The sauna was lovely and warm – a great chance to relax. How foolish to think that was what it was for! Victoria did allow us a couple of minutes to lie back and let the heat soak into our muscles. But that was all. Then she made the two men lie down on the benches. This time we switched partners and we had to have a race to make them come (again). The idea being that the one taking the longest would tire herself out more.

Fortunately this time I was free to touch Lawrence wherever I wanted. I must admit that when I slid his penis into me, I realised that my insides were beginning to feel sore. The effort of moving up and down, while Lawrence did his best to resist me, very quickly made the sweat begin to pour off me. Even though we were not in fighting combat, this exercise proved as tiring as anything that had gone before.

The men had been involved in a lot of sex since we had arrived, and so neither was ready to come again very quickly. Victoria and I were fairly quickly having trouble coping with the heat that we were producing, and she called a joint halt while we downed large quantities of water. Even though she turned the temperature of the sauna down a bit, the effect wasn't instantaneous and I was absolutely shattered when Lawrence was forced into conceding defeat. Marc bravely kept Victoria going for a good couple of minutes longer.

The men were packed off to recover and Victoria invited me to join her in a hot tub and, for once, just to relax and recover from the heat of the sauna. While we relaxed she told me a bit about herself and her need to relive this weekend some of what she had got up to in her late teens and early twenties. For a lawyer she certainly had lived a very different way for a period of time. She wanted to know if we could have one mad end to our activities before we left. Part of her wanted to relive a 'real' catfight with the risk of injury and much greater violence while the other part wanted to carry on without the idea of winning, to avoid either of us trying too hard, losing our temper, or lashing out dangerously. As the warm water and the accompanying bubbles soothed our bodies we talked through various ideas.

When we got out of the water Victoria found some stiff card and we cut it up into playing-card-sized pieces. Both of us then wrote our ideas on pieces of this card, with an indication as to how long it should last, so as to have a lucky dip pile. We had agreed to write whatever ideas we had and then let fate decide just what we would do. Each idea had to have a winner, even if it was the men who would decide which of us deserved to win, and the loser would then have to indulge in strength-sapping sex with the men while they remained capable and then with sex toys.

I realised that Victoria was in that state where you want to be in a fight, you want the challenge of being in pain, trying to withstand it while you dish out more than you hope your opponent can stand. Where you push yourself on to defy the present, adrenaline pumping, waiting for the mistake that will let you back into the fight. But she was also wary, knowing that she was no longer twenty, and that she wouldn't be able to rebound from injury like she had then. I was willing to bet that most of her ideas would be painful. I had tried to be more imaginative, maybe even humorous, finding things that would allow us to continue longer, hoping that it would be tiredness rather than pain that would make us stop.

The first card off the top of the pile was not one that I had written and its contents surprised me. We had to stand legs apart and exchange slaps to the pussy until one quit, or two minutes were up. We tossed a coin and Victoria went first. After four slaps each, I could feel the pain between my legs, but I was pretty sure that my slaps had been more effective. Victoria's fifth slap was slightly off target, but mine wasn't. Victoria sunk to the floor declaring that she quit. I stood watching her and was taken completely off guard when, from the floor, she fired a well-directed missile between my legs.

That one really got me and I too sunk to the floor. Victoria was looking pleased, and she never saw my retaliatory strike, which was perfectly directed. She didn't see it any more than I saw her second strike which was en route even when I was catching her out. We both curled up in balls on the floor, which put paid to any more after-the-bell hits. I was really surprised by Victoria striking me like that but at least it made me sure not to underestimate what she might do afterwards.

At least Victoria accepted that I had won, and so Marc was pressed into service to once again hump away at Victoria's pussy as the penance for losing.

Card number two was one of mine and so we lay down on our backs, heads nearly touching, and feet away from each other. Then we reached back with our arms over our heads, latched onto each other's breasts and began giving them the treatment. The angle had some impact on what we could do and in terms of coordinating our movements, but it didn't stop us being able to give those breasts a real working over. By accident or design, I don't know, but Victoria found the sore spot on my left breast that Red had created. I lost a bit of action trying to find out if she had the same one, but we both survived two minutes of torture rather better than our breasts did.

We had decided that, if the men couldn't choose a winner, it would be the one who hadn't written that card (sort of away-goals count double). So I was deemed the loser and Lawrence kindly demonstrated that his penis hadn't lost any of its hardness.

We couldn't have designed it better, as card three alternated back to one of Victoria's. She proposed a smother fight, with the objective of getting your hand over your opponent's nose and mouth and cutting off their air supply. As the duration was only three minutes, this could hardly be dangerous, but did require some wrestling skills.

Up until now I thought that I had largely matched Victoria for wrestling skills, but that wasn't the case during those three minutes. I spent all the time trying to remove her hand from over my face, and I'm not sure that I even troubled her at all. More 'work' for Lawrence was the result.

Card four was another of Victoria's. A kicking and hitting fight. As Victoria's first kick thundered into my thigh, I realised just how painful this could be, and sought a more defensive approach afterwards. We exchanged several kicks which each turned away with her hands, and a couple of slaps that just grazed the other.

Coming in after one of my kicks had been blocked, Victoria punched me twice in the tummy, before I pushed her away, but this gave me an idea. Instead of trying to kick Victoria's legs, I raised my aim and caught her flush in the midriff. As she bent forward from the impact I followed up with a flurry of punches into her body. Clinching with my left hand, I got away two more punches around her kidneys, before one of hers hit back, and I pushed her away.

Knowing she was now losing, Victoria threw caution to the wind and came after me arms flailing. My punches were better directed, but she still hit me several times, once on the breast. In desperation she then tried to kick me in the pussy, but I blocked her foot with my hand, pushing the kick onto my thigh. I had thought that our pussies were not part of the target range, but clearly those were not the rules that Victoria was fighting to.

Having missed her kick she had left her legs wide open. A jab with my right fist landed directly on her pussy. It wasn't a full punch, but there was sufficient impact on just the right spot. That jab stopped her and left her open to a punch from my left hand that caught her right on her left boob. That put paid to Victoria who crumpled to the floor. Having been caught out once, I protected myself from any further attack, but this time there wasn't one.

It took Victoria a few minutes to recover enough to take Marc's contribution to the events but strangely she was delighted by the fight. Some part of her had really wanted to go all out, at least for a short spell. Even though she had come off worse she had hurt me and it was sure that we would both have plenty of bruises the next day.

I was glad that the next card was one of my sillier ideas. A licking fight, to sensitive areas of course. Even though Victoria grumbled at first, she threw herself into it and we both managed some fairly extensive licking to nipples, with some rather more limited pussy licking, though I did manage to lick and suck her clitoris for one rather longer period, which meant that it looked rather more comfortable when Marc slid into her.

A further light fight followed to see who could finger the other the longest (and deepest). At only two minutes I had kept the fight short and, even though Victoria claimed that she had won (which I didn't dispute – though she didn't really), it did have the advantage of creating a much sexier atmosphere. I even quite enjoyed what Lawrence did to me!

Before we could look at the next card Victoria suggested that it was perhaps time that we dispense with the men adding that she thought it would be nice to be fucked by her own husband for once.

She laid us down, facing each other and invited our men to enter us from behind. As their cocks slid in and out of our pussies, we were at liberty to play with each other's body. Even though the men had penetrated both of us three times, it had only been fairly short lived, and with all the sexual action they'd had over the weekend, they were able to enjoy a more leisurely bout of sexual coupling. This, in turn, gave Victoria and I plenty of time to caress boobs, and finger clits, touching from time to time the shaft that was rubbing under them.

Despite the more violent and painful moments we had endured, this was good quality sex that lasted a pleasantly long time. But all good things have to end, and both men eventually came and then went (out of the room). Left to our own devices we had no choice but to get back to beating each other up.