The Game – part 5 – the sexfight

by Aristocatch

But the sexfight referred to in part 4 finally did take place. Sometimes the chance to mull things over a lengthy period produces answers that were not available at the start – perhaps not always better ones, but hindsight is never available when you need it!

By the time we had our 'sex' fight we had both found new boyfriends, whom we were intimate with. Somehow they got included in our plans, firstly from a 'why don't we let them watch?' to a 'why don't we use them as part of the fight?'. To some degree we decided to split the sex from the fight. There was never any intention to fight them, physically it would have been too one-sided, but to use them as part of the sex.

We decided that we would sex wrestle for an hour. Every five minutes the men would join in, to vary the nature of the sex. To avoid complicity they would fuck the opposing girl for thirty seconds. Our conversations had revealed that we didn't have the same number or rapidity of orgasms. Carla claimed to have quick but 'minor' orgasms, while mine tended to take longer but be more intense. To count orgasms could not work as a means of finding a winner. We would therefore subject each other to a maximum of sexual sensations during the hour. Then we would have our fight, basically to facesit each other to defeat. The winner would 'enjoy' the loser's boyfriend before her own, and the loser would hope that her own boyfriend had something left for her after that. Silly idea, I know, but, as they say, it seemed like a good idea at the time.

The two boyfriends had conflicting expressions. Mine looked highly excited at the idea of watching a two-girl sex. Carla's (I later learned) was worried about the idea of having to fuck me in front of Carla – while strangely that didn't worry her. She said she had already learned to separate what she and I did together from everything else.

We all four stripped off in a bedroom at Carla's boyfriend's house. Carla and I rolled around on the floor for five minutes groping each other shamelessly, paying little attention to fighting, but lots to making sure we were sexually ready. By the time five minutes ended both men were fully erect, and sliding condoms on their manhoods. I then 'endured' thirty seconds of robust shafting in the missionary position which, of course, gave me sensations that Carla couldn't and set my juices bubbling.

Our next five minutes wrestling developed from the first with an emphasis on replacing penis by finger, with it being 99% attack and 1% defence. In other words, for the moment, we played the sex side to the full. The 30-second interlude took place with me on all fours, and Carla's man enjoyed milking my tits at the same time. Mine sounded more athletic than artistic, but Carla's flushed face suggested that it wasn't entirely against her liking.

The third instalment lowered attack to maybe 95%, though Carla became more defensive as it went on. I was grateful to my boyfriend for at least being attentive. He must have read her reaction carefully as he then took her from behind to allow him to also play with her clit. The result was some delightful yelping and pleas not to stop at exactly 30 seconds, First orgasm obtained, not that we were counting.

Our fourth instalment was spent virtually entirely in 69 mode. I'll lick you if you lick me. Despite my avowed heterosexuality I could not ignore that this did lovely things to my senses, which Carla's man pushed to the limits during his time slot.

There was nothing refined about the fifth instalment. We both recognised the symptoms and simply fingered each other to a climax which was drawn out to its maximum by her man's controlled movements which ensured that my orgasm cost me a lot of energy.

When we wrestled again I was still on a high, though Carla seemed unaffected and she thoroughly dominated me for most of the time, gaining undoubtedly for later. Fortunately I had more or less regained my self control by the end of the instalment and decided to have a bit of revenge. Up until then Carla's man had been having sex with a fairly inanimate object, as I tried to resist the effects he produced. This time I fought back, using my vaginal muscles and moving against him which brought forth a cry of 'oh shit' and filled his condom. Of course I made sure that Carla was well aware of his predicament!

Back to wrestling. By now attack was down to 75%, with 25% being more cautious and defensive. Our nerve endings were jangling, and it was impossible to protect targets; all we could do was lower the effectiveness of the contact.

Both men fucked us hard. Defence didn't come into play during these thirty seconds, which threatened on their own to undo all our efforts to calm things during our 'wrestling'. Carla seemed to have another orgasm during the 8th wrestling session which I matched soon after thanks to her boyfriend.

The remaining sessions, wrestling and sex, were through a haze of orgiastic splendour. You can't have permanent orgasms, but you can have a sort of continued just post-orgasm bliss where your nerve endings are completely haywire.

At the end of the 'preparation' we were shattered and shagged out. Now we had to fight. We did however manage a ten-minute calm-down break though, once we started fighting, we realised how little this had changed things.

The winner would be the first to face sit the other to the count of ten (full pussy on face), three times.

Within five minutes we had both scored one each, leaving sex juices on our faces! During that time we had, amazingly, done nothing to hurt each other. This wasn't out standard fare.

Our men were still sporting hard ons, so we ignored them and continued wrestling. Literally only five minutes later and we were at two all – and still no violence.

If you have ever tried such activity over the length of time we had been going, you will realise that we were literally too tired and, once one was in the top spot there wasn't enough energy to unseat them. The next to be facesat however, would lose the competition.

Carla proposed a change to the rules. The loser would get taken by both men at once. There are those who probably rather like that, but she knew that it wasn't something either she or I wished to experience. It would therefore encourage us to go all out to win the next stage, which is exactly what it did do.

Somehow we both found hidden reserves of energy and with it our usual violent inclination. Right from the restart we attacked the others tits, knowing full well the pain we were causing the other. Given all the use they had had, and would have, we didn't attack pussies, but we did redden posteriors with some rollicking smacks. We also wrestled flat out, once honour had been satisfied and both had battered boobs.

I was nearly ready to claim victory when Carla targeted my rear end with a digital assault that put me quite off and allowed her to wriggle free. I wasted both time and energy getting my own back, though feeling my finger well inside where it shouldn't be was highly satisfying.

What also encouraged me was that Carla was clearly very tired, and I felt I had the upper hand. It took a while to get there, and then the effort to ignore what she was trying to do again to unseat me. Her face was covered with my pubes, but her hands were free, but I stuck it out

Victory was mine. The two men were clearly turned on by the end of our contest and didn't waste any time. Carla's boyfriend insisted that she mount him, as he lay on the floor and then mine eased into her rear passage having first added lubricant to his condom. They were both gentle and sufficiently turned on, that it didn't take all that long for both to come and thus liberate Carla.

Much to my surprise she then produced a double-ended dildo, and insisted that we use it while the men recovered.

Following that the men took it in turns to penetrate us (normally) until both had come again. For a minute I thought Carla was going to insist that we use her double-ender again, but reason prevailed and we called a halt.

I should add that, while this was quite an episode it cost us our boyfriends. Both enjoyed themselves, but separately decided that they didn't want to form a lasting relationship with girls who would behave this way. Hypocrites. Some months later we did try a variation on this theme but with the cooperation of one man who wasn't interested in dating either of us but more than willing to get to fuck both of us in one evening with watching us sex wrestling a super added bonus! That went really well and we all three had a great time.

Before we had any further fights, we heard of one that had been arranged, but which we didn't know about in advance. Thank God! An all-out battle royale had been arranged, but the organisation left something to be desired and it got so out of hand that three of the girls finished up staying in hospital and the police had to restore order. Glad we weren't invited.