At Rachel's part 4 – team work

by Aristocatch

The day for the challenge fight against Carol and her daughter, Rosa, soon came around and I once more made the trip back to the town where I had enjoyed wrestling with our Japanese visitors. This time there were no Japanese on the bill, merely Rachel and I against the mother and daughter partnership.

Carol had managed to find a dojo that wasn't being used that evening, which ensured a well-padded area on which to wrestle, and even changing rooms adjoining. Rosa produced the same style of towelling shorts that she and I had worn for our wedgie fight, and announced that we should change into them. My pussy had long since recovered from the effects of that fight but, at the sight of those shorts, it almost starting stinging again!

My pussy needn't have worried, however, as Carol outlined the rules. Even though we would only be wearing the shorts, it was to be a straightfoward tag contest, with genuine wrestling. Private parts of the body were not to be used as targets. The sole objective was to win submissions, principally by face-sitting your opponent to a count of ten, or by your opponent submitting for another reason.

I confess to being a little disappointed that I still wouldn't get a chance to 'test out' Rosa's hard-looking breasts. I had been dying to find out just how hard they were, and whether I couldn't soften them up a bit with my fingers, but clearly it was not to be during this fight.

Carol added that the winners of the contest would be able to demand a forfeit from their losing opponents. Maybe this could give me the chance I was after.

The non-fighting partner had to remain in contact with a wall but, providing they had some part of their body touching the wall, they could tag in when they wanted to. The outgoing fighter had then to immediately cease wrestling and bring some part of their body in contact with the wall. There was to be no two-on-one action.

You may feel this to be a bit disappointing, no juicy action involving indiscrete parts of the body which, let's face it, seems to be the case in the majority of the fights that I have had. But I do like to wrestle properly as well, even if it's less juicy to recount!

The start of the fight was very even, and it was clear that we were reasonably well matched. I started against Carol, and fairly quickly tagged in Rachel. After a short time against Rachel, Carol tagged in Rosa and Rachel gave me the chance to wrestle Rosa a short time later. That way we had both tried out both our adversaries.

No submissions were scored, and indeed, while we were all fairly fresh, face-sitting for ten whole seconds proved difficult to achieve. Even then, however, I got the idea that Rachel and I were like the inferior team in any ball sport who hold out manfully while they can, but who will eventually crack before the end of the match. A sort of heroic defeat.

The fighting was competitive and relatively technical at times, after all none of us were novices. After the initial round to familiarise ourselves with our opponents, the time on the mat grew longer, and the effects more tiring. I thought I might have got slightly the better of Carol, but without managing to get near face-sitting her. We made a double change and Rachel soon found herself in more trouble against Rosa. It took me stretching as far as I could with one toe touching the wall to save Rachel on the count of eight but, unfortunately, Rosa was more careful the second time and I suffered the ignominy of conceding the first submission.

Rosa had been on the mat for a while and so she tagged in her mother who I could cope with better, and after a while I tagged Rachel back against her. Rachel too was more equal to Carol, who however proved more than competent, despite her extra years, at avoiding being face-sat, even if she was also incapable of pinning us.

It was Rosa, again, who turned the tide, getting Rachel trapped beneath her shorts, well out of my range. I briefly gave us hope, by dumping my backside on Carol's head, but this fightback proved short lived as first Rosa pinned Rachel again, twice in a fairly short space of time before finally, after a lengthy spell on the mat, Carol got her own back on me.

It didn't take long to recount that passage, but it actually took nearly an hour to get that far, with short breaks after each fall. We were 5-1 down and hot and tired. There was no way we were going to get back into the fight and so we conceded defeat to the family team, and held our breaths to learn our forfeit.

Rosa announced that they had been sorry that the injury to Rachel had caused our fight to be cut short, and also that she had not witnessed our Japanese party. She therefore challenged us to fight each other under Japanese rules in front of them.

Rachel and I conferred and announced that we would do as requested (it wasn't a million miles from what I might have challenged her to had she not been injured), on condition that if we had any energy left after we challenged them to a short, nude, no holds-barred finale. Carol said she was sorry, but she didn't agree to that but her daughter announced that she would quite happily 'rip our tits off if that was what we wanted', one at a time! So, with a bit of luck, I would get to see what her tits were made of.

Rachel and I stripped off our shorts but, before we could get started, Rosa produced a bottle of some sort of lubricating fluid from her bag (talk about being confident), which she then dolloped over the parts of our bodies which had been covered by our shorts, leaving us to rub it in. When she saw that we were concentrating on our pussies she insisted that we enlarge the area to our bums, as she wouldn't proclaim a winner unless we had penetrated each other there as well!

Our main fight had been strenuous, athletic and tiring, and certainly not sexually stimulating, but rubbing the oily substance in, and seeing Rachel doing the same to herself, began to change that. Rachel was more than attractive enough to make me tingle at the thought of bringing her to a climax, and that tingling began to be felt throughout my body. Rachel, for her part, was looking directly at me even as she rubbed the oil in, and licking her lips in a provocative challenge. She even had the gall to suggest that, if I came nice and quickly, we would still have enough energy left to be able to get our own back on Rosa!

In the true spirit of the Japanese wrestling we started off gently, not really fighting, but essentially giving each other's breasts a good fondling and teasing, leaving our sexes alone to begin with. This gave our bodies time to make the transition from the hard wrestling we had been doing, and for all our nerve endings to be fired up. Rachel left me alone while I enjoyed sucking and licking her nipples and then I obediently laid on my back while she returned the favour.

Sex fighting in front of other people is very different to going to bed with someone. There's no romantic involvement to start with so, to some degree, you can enjoy the sex in quite a different manner. What we were doing to the other's nipples and breasts was designed to stimulate them as fully as possible and, fortunately, we both responded to such treatment which meant that not only could we enjoy the most pleasant sensations, but we were also both becoming sexually well aroused.

Rosa rather coursely announced that there was to be no pussy play before we had violated the other's bum so, when we had equally stimulated the other's chest we pulled apart, there to begin the real fight.

For a couple of minutes fight was what we did. It was clear that Rachel was no keener to feel a finger in her anus than I was, and the sexual element of our contest was rather lost as we wrestled essentially to preserve our rear ends. We were in danger of coming off our aroused states and, while we were in the midst of a stalemate clinch Rachel suggested we get it over with and then get on with our fight. I was fully in agreement and so we manouvered into position where both had access and slowly forced a finger into the other.

I realised that, even with my finger well into Rachel's arse, I could easily reach her pussy with my thumb and so I managed to rub Rachel's clit at the same time. She was in much the same position as me and it didn't take her long to copy me. As we fingered bums we thumbed clits. Despite my general aversion to having my arse penetrated, this combination actually produced some sensations that were not disagreeable! Rachel must have felt the same as this part of the action continued beyond the minimum necessary to satisfy the demands of Rosa.

I definitely wanted to force Rachel to have an orgasm before me, and what her thumb was doing on my clit, combined with the rather odd sensations produced by her finger moving within my back passage, left me feeling inceasingly turned on. So it was I who forced an end to this arrangement, breaking away from Rachel and rolling apart.

On our knees we faced each other, knowing that now we were going to have a real sexfight, to force the other to orgasm while protecting our own reactions.

We dived in at each other and Rachel came out on top. Forcing me down on my back her left hand began rubbing my pussy while her right hand, using her body weight, tried to hold me down. She couldn't maintain the position for long and I managed to scissor her, protecting my pussy from her hands, but leaving her breasts at my mercy, even more so when I managed to get my right arm around her from behind. I kneeded her breasts with great pleasure and no little enthusiasm.

She wasn't about to orgasm from breast stimulus alone, and so I had to break my hold to seek alternative attacking means. Within seconds I was flat on my back with Rachel's legs pushing down on my shoulders. Her hands were quickly between my legs and, after vigourously rubbing my pussy, she even had the cheek to try to lean forward to lick my clit. Fortunately that was her downfall, as I was able to extricate one hand and force a finger inside her pussy. Freeing the other arm I targeted her arse to see what reaction I would get. The result far exceeded expectations. Manifestly this combined assault produced sensations which were to her liking and she briefly froze her actions relating to my body.

Rachel was not, however, about to concede the fight and after 'enjoying' what I was doing to her entrance points she clearly realised the need to stop it, if she was to remain competitive. Her solution was to move away from my hands, reverse her position, raise one of my legs, and place her pussy directly on mine, there to seek to rub bare skin on bare skin and, if she could manage it, clit on clit.

Personally I find the sensations produced by tribbing sugnificantly less than those produced by other means. It was almost a respite to have the gentle stimulus, and to be able to lie back and let Rachel do the physical work. I would admit that, when our clits came into contact, the effect was rather heightened, but this didn't happen that often. I let Rachel slide back and forth for some time, then I reversed the positions and took the top position, which she seemed quite happy to cede.
Rachel is an attractive lady, we were stimulating each others bodies and in front of an audience (even if only of two). Even gentle trib would eventually lead to orgasm, and the objective was to ensure that it was Rachel who had one before I lost control of my own body's reactions, so I began thinking of how to bring that about.

I was in the dominant position on top, and therefore the one who could most easily choose the next move. Rachel was however well aware of that, and unfortunately she was not lulled asleep by the sensations my body was producing on her pussy. As soon as I made my move she reacted and we rolled around trying to get control.

Neither succeeded and we ended up a confused mix of arms and legs. Unfortunately for me my arms were nowhere near Rachel's legs, meaning that I couldn't reach her pussy. All I could reach was one of her breasts and I was obliged to content myself with that. Rachel was better off. My pussy was pressing down on her thigh and she began to move her thigh so as to rub my exposed parts. She also had a hand which, even if it could not reach my pussy, was right next to my bum and once again I felt her finger exploring my bumhole.

This position definitely favoured Rachel. As much as it peeves me to say it, what she was doing to my arse, coupled with the rubbing of my pussy produced sensations that were too nice to cope with for long if I wanted to avoid the consequences, and I did want to avoid the consequences.

It took me considerably longer to escape this position than was good. I knew that I was getting excited towards the point of no return. I knew also that Rachel must be highly turned on. In a Japanese fight I would perhaps have turned the tables by getting behind Rachel, holding her in place while caressing her pussy and her tits, and watching her give up the fight the better to enjoy her orgsam. But Rachel wasn't like that.

Once free I tried to get into a dominant position, but Rachel wouldn't let me. Instead I found myself in a 69 position, with me under. I could either try to force Rachel off, giving her more time to stimulate me even as I tried, or go for a rush to the post. I chose the latter and set to fingering and licking Rachel's pussy (and anywhere else my finger alighted), while she was doing the same to me.

Of course Rachel soon found my arse and fingering me in two places at once, with licks of the tongue flicking across my clit set me plunging towards an abyss – even if it was an abyss of orgasmic proportions.

Rachel knew she was ahead and that, if she kept up the pressure, I would crack before she did. She wasn't wrong. I did and I admit that it was pretty heady stuff. The one plus point was that I didn't stop even as I felt that I could no longer control my orgasm. Rachel won, that's for sure, but she got a thoroughly good orgasm herself only very shortly after.

The applause of Rosa and Carol echoed around the hall. I reckon we put on quite a good show!

No it was the turn of Rosa to keep her side of the bargain. Rachel claimed the right to start, by virtue of having beaten me. Rosa was saying things like 'are you sure you want me to rip your pussy off' and anything disparaging she could think of. I got the feeling that she didn't really want the fight, but she had agreed to it.

Rachel advanced towards her and let loose with a splendid slap that caught Rosa's left tit full on. Using the surprise produced she was round behind Rosa in a flash, trapping Rosa's arms above her head. Then she invited me to come and 'sort Rosa out'. This didn't seem totally fair, but I advanced as if that was what I was going to do. This provoked a reaction on the part of Carol who announced that she wasn't going to stand by and see her daughter cheated.

It then dawned on me that that was exactly what Rachel wanted. She announced that she would spare Rosa if Carol would fight her instead. Carol didn't have much choice and, doing as she was told, she removed her shorts. Only then did Rachel release Rosa. It seemed fairly clear that there was some ancient history between the two work colleagues (who had undoubtedly wrestled together at some time before), that Rachel was hell bent on avenging.

Rosa and I left them to it and, for a while, we watched them begin a no-holds-barred wrestling match which started gently but gradually got rougher.

Rosa asked if I wanted to do that, indicating Carol who had a grip on Rachel's pussy as she was speaking. I suggested that there was no need to go to excesses, and so we moved away to begin our contest.

Rachel had targeted Rosa's left breast, so I made as if to do the same, instead slapping her right breast, with my left hand, which of course lacked the force of Rachel's blow. Rosa was not to be caught out this time, and my left breast got slapped back in turn before we moved into a clinch, while standing. One hand holding the others head in place left the other hand free to find breast.

I got what I had been looking forward to, Rosa's hard orb between my fingers. The downside was that she also had one of my tits in her grasp!

I had wondered as to whether Rosa's breasts were all real, or artificially enhanced but my fingers were now able to tell me that that hardness was totally natural. We squeezed away at each other even as we tried to get into a more dominant position. As in our wedgie fight this caused us to slowly bend forward and when I thought the moment ripe, I fired a slap between Rosa's legs – hitting directly onto the intended target, but not with excessive force.

Rosa's reaction was to remove the target area by buckling at the knees and going to ground. I followed her down. Rosa was on her back, I was sitting on her, I had both hands on her tits, and she filled both of her hands with mine. We were trying I suppose to cause some pain, but in a sporty manner, rather than a malicious one. We both left the nipples alone and concentrated on squezing and pulling the breasts. If I tell you that it was heaven you may think me bizarre, but it was.

We worked each other's tits over, but gently, without seeking to cause injury, merely temporary discomfort. We also tried to be inventive, pulling, squeezing, kneading, twisting and testing their resilience. I really enjoyed it and I don't think Rosa found it too disagreeable either.

Carol and Rachel were battling rather harder, but as friends trying to prove a point, rather than enemies bent on destruction. They both seemed keen to maul the other's pussy, and they attacked breasts only when unable to try to get at the pussy. Neither could hold a dominant position for long, and pussy attacks were fairly fleeting which meant that the pain didn't last too long at a time.

The question for Rosa and I was what next. I didn't want another sexfight and, if honest, I didn't want my pussy to be hurt too much. Seeing that I hadn't tried to get at her pussy, other than the slap that had made her fall onto the mats, she correctly deduced that I didn't want our fight to follow her mother's. She asked whether I would be prepared to test out our nipple resiliance and then stop. I quite happily agreed.

I climbed off Rosa and we knelt facing each other. Reaching forward with our arms we took both opposing nipples in our fingers and began pulling them. To begin with we just pulled but then we moved on to twisting and pinching the nipples, gradually increasing the pain level. This could have become highly painful and even though we were causing each other more than a little discomfort, we could have continued if we had had to. But Rosa suggested enough was enough and I agreed.

Rachel and Carol were still having what seemed like a very even fight. Rachel was quite red between the legs and I'm sure Carol would have been but for her darker skin colour. The best part was that they both appeared to be enjoying themselves.

We watched them trying hard to gain a dominant position, pulling pussies when they could, or sometimes fleetingly squeezing a breast. Rosa whispered that she felt she ought to get her own back on Rachel and that for her to do so I would have to keep her mother occupied for a minute or two.

Neither saw us coming and both found themselves with their breasts in our hands, being pulled apart. I made no effort to particularly hurt Carol, but I'm sure that Rosa was rather rougher with Rachel. Carol grabbed me between the legs and pulled on my pussy lips, so I released a breast and pulled hers back. Laughing we contented ourselves with one token pull and then we stopped fighting. Rosa concentrated too much on Rachel's breasts and she doon found that Rachel shouldn't be taken for granted. Rachel kindly demonstrated to us the length to which Rosa's pussy lips could be pulled.

There wasn't any real animosity, however, and after they had both pulled pussy lips a couple of times, and squashed breasts a bit more they too stopped. Carol remarked to Rachel that it was just like old times and Rachel replied that they really shouldn't wait so long before doing it again.

It didn't take long after we had stopped for me to start feeling the tiredness seeping through my body. The best part of wrestling in the dojo was that there were hot showers awaiting and we wasted no time before getting under them.

Before I left Rosa took me apart and said that she had been interested to see what I could and was prepared to do. She had an idea and, if it worked out, she would be back in touch.