The Weekend – part 5
by Aristocatch

In the absence of the men, the tone for our contests changed. Clearly the part where we would be watched and where sex would be provided by our partners no longer existed. We could do what we liked, but we couldn't ignore the fact that there was no-one there to stop us, should we try to go too far.

If I was worried that this could be the case, I didn't show it and, I suppose I thought that the chances were fairly small. But I couldn't know what ideas Victoria had written on her cards, and whether there could be a bad surprise coming.

The first card was a real surprise. We were (or at least I was) still tingling from the pleasure of our recent sexual coupling, and I wasn't really back into a violent mood. When the card came out saying that we were to indulge in a 69 competition for 5 minutes, I was quite pleased, even more so that it wasn't me who had written the card.

The vigour with which Victoria undertook operations suggested that she too was not unhappy that her choice come to light at this time. Very nice it was too and we lapped away at each other for as long as we were allowed, plus a small supplement while we managed to stop. It was actually very relaxing and I, for one, wouldn't have been unhappy had it been the last event of our afternoon.

Sadly it wasn't, as we fairly brutally found out. The next card obliged us to stand face to face for two minutes during which time we were to savage each other's nipples. From the sublime to the very painful. Unfortunately we both applied ourselves to the task and the pain was really quite something, especially from the nipple which Red had already softened up. I presume that we did equal damage to each other.

The third card provided respite of sorts. We had to put each other in a head-scissors and survive for three minutes or quit. Knowing that there was a time limit made it possible to survive relatively easily, and the contest proved to be rather a stalemate which didn't particularly inconvenience either of us.

The fourth card was one of my sillier ideas – a pillow fight. This delayed matters while Victoria went off to find two pillows. I don't know whether she filled them first, but they turned out to be quite heavy and actually worth hitting someone with. Each of us had brief moments of dominance, but overall it was pretty even, though surprisingly tiring. We even managed to knock each other over once with the power of our hits, though they couldn't be said to have been painful.

The main result of the pillow fight was that we were by now decidedly tired. We looked at each other and it was clear that we were thinking much the same thing. Victoria took the initiative proposing that we have a last five-minute, all-out catfight and then stop. I amended that to a no-hairpulling and no-blows-to-the-head catfight. I thought I could live with the rest, at least for five minutes.

It was clear that our vulnerable point would be our breasts, which had come in for a significant amount of bad treatment, and which were highly sore. That must have been in Victoria's mind as she virtually threw herself at me, flattening both my breasts with her hands, even though I had begun taking evasive action. Pain shot through my breasts, but my sideways movement meant that Victoria's impetus had her plunging headlong past me, with the benefit of a good swipe from my left hand that caught her left breast.

She pitched onto the mat, but I bided my time. Expecting an instant attack, Victoria's instinct was to try to roll onto her back though, as the force of her fall had rather stunned her, this took a while. She must have been bracing herself for me to land on her back, but was unready when instead, I landed heavily on her midriff, knocking more of the wind out of her, and using my hands to take control of her arms.

I was able to use my arms as levers, to change my position to make sure that I was sitting directly on her breasts, squashing them beneath my weight, and causing her to grimace. In a real catfight I would have been well placed to attack her head, but instead I chose to let the seconds tick past, immobilising her.

Victoria's determination, however, exceeded my expectations, and she found the energy from somewhere to get her legs under my armpits and pull me back, freeing her arms and hands, which wasted no time attacking my breasts before her legs pulled me out of range.

Very quickly Victoria went back on the attack, slapping my pussy as she dived up my body. I ignored the slap and closed my legs partially holding her off me. With her free hands Victoria tried to attack my breasts again, and I was obliged to try to defend myself, which endeavour wasn't wholly successful.

Concentrating, I used the remaining strength in my legs to tip her over to one side, firing a couple of punches into the small of her back as she tried to roll away.

We both came back onto our feet and approached each other firing off punches and slaps, which were mostly fairly ineffective. I did get even for the pussy slap before she got her arms around me and took me down to the floor where we fought for position. I got a good hold on her left breast, and pulling my hand away, she repeated the treatment to my left one. My knee pushed hard between her legs and she tried to roll us, obliging me to use my legs to stop her, thus releasing the pressure on her pussy.

She started trying to hit my back and with my breasts temporarily protected I wormed a hand between our bodies and got a good grip on her pussy lips – which produced a loud squeal of distress. Music to my ears.

It took her several seconds to set her pussy free and as she did so she left herself unprotected from a resounding slap to her right breast. This move stunned and more specifically disorganised her and she was unable to stop the joint right and left slaps between her legs.

On a points basis I was well ahead, but Victoria was too stubborn to stop. I never saw the blow between my legs which laid me flat on my back, but I did hear the banshee wail as she launched herself at my breasts, and I certainly felt a wave of pain flood over me.

My game plan had been to use up the five minutes as defensively as possible, but that was now rendered useless. Clearly I had to fight back as the only means to limit how much she could hurt me. Either that or concede defeat and I was far to stubborn to do that.

We both flailed at each other which produced various blows to various parts of our bodies. Indeed we both took blows to the head, despite it being outside the rules, basically because we were not sufficiently in control to prevent it. I could feel a trickle of blood from my lip, but it was nothing too worrying.

What annoyed me more was when Victoria tried to attack my bum. I do not appreciate being penetrated via the rear end and her finger which sought to do just that got me distinctly cross.

I found renewed energy to defend myself and her pussy was the initial victim. That saved my bum, but gained me an attack on my left nipple which brought tears to my eyes. I pushed Victoria away by putting my hand against her face and she appeared to throw a punch aimed at my head.

This was in danger of getting out of control and I shouted out to her to stop, pulling myself away from her as I did. For a moment I thought that she wasn't going to see reason, but fortunately she finally did.

I had blood on my lip, which I had smeared in several areas of her body. I also noticed that she had made my left nipple bleed. As we stood breathing very heavily, staring at each other, blood also started to trickle down her legs, suggesting that this was not my smeared blood, but from somewhere between her legs where I had cut her.

The tension was still very palpable and I thought quickly as to what to do to make it drop. Then I had an idea and I called out a happy birthday wish as, after all, that was what we were there for.

Luckily that did it and she began to smile. Stepping towards me she opened her arms and we embraced each other even though when our breasts touched it sent pain through our bodies. She gave me a long kiss on the lips and thanked me for going along with her ideas for the weekend.

Taking my hand she lead me off to the shower, where we spent quite some time initially soaping each other and then putting ointments on our wounds. Of sexual gestures, there were none, which wasn't really all that surprising given all our bodies had been put through.

When we reappeared Lawrence got a bottle of champagne out of the fridge and we celebrated Victoria's fortieth in a more appropriate manner, even though my, by now swollen, lip ensured that a few drops failed to make it inside my mouth.

It had been quite a weekend. Victoria was ultimately happy that she had renewed with no-holds-barred fighting though I, for one, felt that I would be quite happy if that were to be the last time I experienced it.