BETWEEN FRIENDS
Part 4,by Ransom

Becky tumbles to the floor after being knocked out by a
savage punch from Donna. But her ordeal is far from over
in a three-way match that goes out of control.
******
I had no idea that anything out of the ordinary had occurred during our island
vacation with Donna and Dave. It was not like Becky to keep secrets. Had I
known of the wrestling match between her and Donna at the resort bungalow, and
how it had almost escalated into something that would have severely impacted our
relationship, perhaps what happened next would not have taken place the way that
it did.

The winter wore on, severe for those of us used to mild weather in the Southeast.
Becky and Donna continued to work together at their new jobs at the health club,
still basking in the glow of being minor celebrities because of the magazine article
of the prior summer. Becky's aerobics classes and Donna's martial arts work outs
were popular sellouts.

Becky told me much later that she thought by this time the thing between her and
Donna, while undeniably more then just competitive, had been just a flash in the
pan. There was apparently no further acting out of such feelings between them.

The girls were usually tired by the end of the day. But one afternoon, on a whim,
they put on boxing gloves and sparred in the club's ring. There was no hard hitting,
just goofing around.

While they were jabbing away at each other Donna suggested, "You want to get
together at my house sometime? We could wrestle again and Dave says he would
make it a threesome."

To Becky the notion was absurd. She knew now that Donna was unpredictable
when she got worked up and tended to go to extremes. But wrestle with Dave? He
was a good looking and a good humored man who was in excellent shape and no
doubt would be more than a match for both of them put together.

On the spring day when I was away on business Donna invited Becky to come
home with her after work. Dave was there to greet them and they had martinis on
the patio. Again, the subject of wrestling was brought up.

Donna said, "Let's wrestle again. Dave and I do it all the time now. If you join us,
we'll make a video of it, and if you like it, you can give the tape to your hubby as a
little surprise. How about right now?"

Dave added, "And I'll make sure my wife behaves herself."

Somewhat reluctantly Becky said yes. Dave jumped up and said it would take a
few minutes to get the rec room ready and set up his camera. The girls had a
second drink, white wine this time, and then Donna went to change as Becky had
yet another glass of wine. Becky was wearing athletic shorts and a knit shirt, under
which she had on an old four-colored monokini that she led her aerobics class in. It
would do for this occasion too.

Donna came out of the bedroom in a long T-shirt and the two of them proceeded
downstairs. Becky felt her heart beating wildly with anticipation. Odd, since she
thought she would never want to do this again.

Dave had his camera set up on a tripod and said he would go change. While he was
gone Becky stripped down to her monokini. Donna pulled her T-shirt off,
underneath it she was wearing a white string bikini, that looked more like lingerie
than a swimsuit. Dave reappeared, now clad only in dark red nylon trunks that did
not conceal any of his masculine assets.

Donna said, "The way we could do this is that we draw straws, whoever gets the
longest gets to pick their opponent, they go at each other and when one submits or
is pinned that's the end of a round. The loser goes out and the third person comes
in. Whoever is first to win five rounds is the champ."

Donna held up three fireplace matches, Dave and Becky drew and Dave got the
longest. "All right," he said as he went to the center of the room and winked, "Let's
start with you Becky."

Becky felt apprehensive. She had never wrestled with a guy before except playfully
with me. She wasn't at all sure she wanted to do this. Donna got behind the
camera as Becky nervously stepped forward. Dave smiled at her and suddenly
lunged forward. With one arm he grabbed her around the shoulders and with the
other reached around one thigh pulling that leg up and off the ground. Becky
hopped on the other leg and tried to disengage but she went down on the low couch
behind her with Dave on top of her.

He felt impossibly strong but Becky's natural aggressiveness kicked in and she
pushed and twisted and Dave spun off onto the floor pulling her down with him.
They wildly rolled around for several minutes. Every time Dave almost gained
control Becky somehow wiggled free. Soon they were both panting from the
exertion. Finally Becky slipped free and threw herself on Dave's back. She
grabbed one of his arms, pinning it behind him and pulling up at the same time
while saying, "Do ya' give?"

Dave meekly surrendered. The first round went to Becky. Dave got up and traded
places behind the camera with Donna. As he flexed his sore arm he smiled, "Good
job, I bet you didn't think you were going to win did you? It's fun isn't it"?

Becky surprisingly pins Dave and wins the first round.
*****
Now Donna and Becky squared off. They both securely clamped a hand behind
each other's neck and bent almost double as each tried to throw the other off
balance in a Greeko-Roman style. Becky, the lighter of the two, was at a
disadvantage but she managed to stay on her feet.

They turned in several full circles while Dave gave a low whistle, "Great ass shots
ladies."

Becky hooked a foot behind Donna's ankle and tripped her. They went down on the
mattress in a heap with Becky on top. Donna shoved her off and tried to scramble
to her feet but Becky's arms encircled her hips and dragged her back down, this
time she ended up on her side. Becky threw herself across Donna pinning her to the
floor with her full weight.

"Come on, you can get her!" Dave yelled at his wife.

But Becky held on tenaciously. Donna strained mightily and managed to get up on
her hands and knees. Becky grabbed a leg and flipped her over on her back. She
got one arm around her neck and the other under her thighs. She pulled Donna's
legs up, driving her shoulders into the mattress in a classic wrestler's pin.

But before Becky could do a count, Donna managed a reverse and got an arm
around Becky's upper torso. She pulled Becky forward across her own body while
at the same time flipping her slowly head over heals onto her back.

With her butt momentarily straight up in the air Becky thought ruefully to herself,
"No doubt another great ass shot for Dave!"

Now Donna was on top. She straddled Becky and pinned her arms together over
her head. Becky was stretched out flat on her back under her, her legs splayed out
in both directions to keep Donna from trying to pretzel her.

Dave's voice was shrill with excitement, "Keep going girls, both of you are so hot!"

Donna now lowered herself horizontally full length on Becky while still holding her
arms straight out over her head. But Becky writhed like a snake and worked her
arms free. She embraced Donna tightly, pulling her face down next to her's. Over
and over they rolled until they came up against the wall with a dull thud. Becky
was really getting into it at this point and felt the now familiar rush coming from
overpowering and controlling her opponent.

Donna managed to break free and started to stand up as she tried to adjust her
flimsy outfit. But Becky pounced on her like a cat, causing Donna's ample breasts
to almost pop out of her white top. Down they went again grappling furiously,
arms and legs flying in all directions. This time Becky ended up on top, sitting
astride Donna's neck, her knees on Donna's arms. She reached back and grabbed
both of Donna's legs, pulling them up behind her until she was pretzeled under her.
She scooted forward until she was sitting directly astride Donna's face.

As he watched his wife being smothered in such a risqu‚ fashion Dave could hardly
breath himself. Donna gave out a muffled surrender. Becky let Donna's legs drop,
stood up and moved to one side. Donna lay on the floor, spreadeagled, her chest
heaving, but otherwise not moving.

Becky looked down at her defeated friend. She was exhilarated. She couldn't
believe that she had beat both of them. A warm, almost orgasmic, sensation
coursed through her.... surely it was the alcohol. She looked quickly at Dave and
grinned, raising her arms in a victory pose. He panned the length of her body with
his camera and then zoomed in on his wife stretched out on the floor.

Becky wins the second round with a face sit smother.
. *****
Donna slowly got up and rearranged her white two-piece. She seemed
overwhelmed and exhausted which was unusual for her. But she managed a wan
smile as she looked at her husband while they traded places, "I told you she was
good didn't I?"

Dave stepped forward, a bemused expression on his face, "You want to keep going
or do you want to take a break first?"

"Bring it on," Becky replied, flush with energy and feeling much more confident
than she should have.

Dave grabbed Becky around the waist. She violently twisted and turned almost
breaking free. But this time his superior strength prevailed. He managed to keep
control as he spun her around and embraced her from behind, his locked hands
pressing hard into her stomach. He leaned back pulling her up until her feet were
off the floor, her monokini stretched tight as a drum across her as she was bent back
like a bow.

The close almost intimate physical contact and Becky's fruitless struggles caused a
change to come over Dave. He tightened his grip and shook her hard. She could
not pry his arms apart and felt helpless and unable to breath. She uttered a long
drawn out "Arrghh!" while Dave leered over her shoulder.

In one swift motion Dave dropped her and spun her back around facing him, this
time pushing her head down. He forced her to bend forward and as she was about
to tumble to the floor he gripped her head between his thighs and reached over her
back and grabbed her around the waist and suddenly Becky found herself dangling
upside down in a pile-driver position. Her legs were draped back over his
shoulders. He bounced her up and down and she was keenly aware that his chin
was repeatedly digging into her crotch.

"Okay, I give!" Becky gasped as the blood rushed to her head and she felt herself
going dizzy.

Dave lowered her until her head was on the mattress and then he allowed her body
to flop over onto the floor. Becky lay still on her back with her eyes closed while
rubbing her temples with her hands. Her head was spinning. She thought to herself
she shouldn't have had so much to drink. At least she could sit out the next round.

Dave knelt over her for a victory pose for the camera. "I see you've come to
attention," Becky heard Donna say to her husband. Becky looked up, a very
prominent oblong bulge in his tight trunks was unmistakable.

Becky's is dizzy and disoriented from the pile driver as
she notices Dave's obvious arousal.
*****
Becky was still light-headed as the couple began to argue. Dave was saying, "I'm
not trying to come onto her but what do you expect?"

Donna replied, "I expect this was a bad idea. I'm your wife for cry'in out loud!"

"Yeah, well, you two get it on, I know you do," Dave shot back.

Donna was angry now. "You want to see how we get it on? I'll show you how we
get it on!"

She turned to Becky who was starting to sit up. "You turn my husband on, you
know that? Do you do it deliberately? He likes your tight little outfits. He's always
going on about you."

Becky was confused. This wrestling thing was Donna's idea. What was she so
pissed about? Besides, she was the one all but falling out of her brief attire. She
had no idea how Donna could be jealous.

Becky got to her feet just as Donna charged at her, both fists balled. Becky realized
all rules were off, this was turning into a brawl. Becky deflected the first blow and
managed to drive her own fist deep into Donna's stomach. Donna bent double and
clutched herself while letting out a prolonged, "Owww!"

Becky desperately hoped this would bring Donna back down to reality. But Donna
suddenly stood back and while balancing on one leg and kicking out with the other,
brought her foot up between Becky's legs. The foot struck Becky's vagina with the
thunk of a blunt object impacting tender flesh.

Becky is frozen by the shock of the kick to her crotch.
*****
Becky's eyes bulged and her cheeks puffed out with a loud moan. She just stood
there with her head thrown back and an astonished look on her face, her hands
shielding her violated genital area. She left herself wide open to a follow-up
stomach punch which Donna drove home with an audible "whump!"

The blow doubled Becky up and sent her reeling backwards. She fell hard on the
mattress. She lay still for several seconds while holding her midsection as the
throbbing pain shot through her. This only seemed to make Dave more excited.

As Becky struggled to get up he shouted to his wife, "Come on, keep going! Knock
her out this time!"

Donna needed no encouragement. She pulled Becky to her feet and before she
could react, Donna dropped tn one knee, locked her hands together and slammed
her across the middle with a forearm smash. The shock was so jarring it just about
made Becky pee in her swimsuit.

Becky goes down hard from the combined effect of
the kick and a forearm smash to her midsection.
*****
Struggling to control herself, Becky clutched her middle and dropped to both
knees. But before she could go down any further she felt herself being pulled
roughly back up. Dave was behind her, pinning her arms behind her back.

"No fair!" she managed to cry out.

But Donna smiled fiendishly and hit her repeatedly in the stomach area, and several
times up under her breasts, not hard, but with just enough force to torment her.
Each smack was followed by an "Uhh" or "Ahh" from Becky.

Dave pressed his body into Becky's and kept yanking her from side to side to keep
her off balance. She felt his hard cock pushing against her butt. But that was the
least of her worries because she sensed she was on the verge of passing out and
Donna was far from finished with her. She wished she could just black out and
then they could do whatever they wanted with her and get it over with.

As if reading her mind Donna smiled, "Are you ready for lights out? How about
we put you out like this...." She slowly drew one arm back, made a fist, and held it
suspended for a second while taking careful aim. Then she brought it suddenly
around in a wide arching swing landing a light but effective right hook on Becky's
jaw with a loud splat. Becky's facial expression went blank as she at first stiffened
and then collapsed into Dave's arms.

Becky is knocked out by a hard punch from Donna and falls into Dave's eager arms.
*****
"Get this on tape!" Dave said to his wife as he looked down at Becky's limp body,
shifting his grip to supporting her under her lower back. Her head was thrown back
and her arms dangled down. It seemed to excite him tremendously that she had
been knocked out while he was holding her.

While Donna ran the camera she watched as he carried Becky's unconscious form
over to the low couch, turning her over and then lowering her face first onto the
cushions. He stood back as she laid flopped across the couch and then slowly
began to slid off until she was sitting upright on the floor leaning into the couch.
She was still out cold.

Dave places the insensible Becky face down on a couch, her limp body slowly slides into a sitting position.
*****
"Damn, she is wasted!" Dave exclaimed.

He nudged her on the shoulder which caused her to topple backwards until she hit
the floor pads with a soft thunk. Now she was stretched out full length on her back.

Donna knelt over her. "Are you really out? Let's make sure."

She clamped down with a violent belly claw kneading Becky's stomach muscles
none too gently with her fingers. When that had no effect Donna proceeded to
work her way down toward her vulva.

Dave protested, "Hey, that's enough, she's already going to be sore as hell when she
wakes up."

Without turning around, Donna replied, "What's the matter? You want to fuck her
don't you? You want to do it now or wait til' she wakes up so she can enjoy it?
Think she won't want to after a little pussy claw?"

With that she dug into Becky's lower area. She finally got a reaction but not what
she expected. The unconscious Becky didn't flinch, but a damp circle suddenly
appeared between her legs and rapidly spread out as a dark blotch on her swimsuit.

Donna jerked her hand back and jeered, "You always manage to end up wet one
way or other don't you?" Then she directed her scorn back to her husband as he
stood over both of them. "There, I messed up your pretty little plaything. She's
soaked herself."

Donna pulls back when her claw has an unexpected result.
*****
At that moment, without warning, strong arms enveloped her neck from behind.
Dave said, "Is this good for you?" as he applied irresistible pressure.

Donna went from surprise to resistance to submission as the sleeper took hold. She
went out very quickly.

Dave let go and his wife's flaccid body dropped face down on top of Becky. As
the two of them lay there motionless Dave filmed the scene from several angles.

Finally he rolled Donna off her friend so that the two of them were lying side by
side, Donna still face down. "Now that's a pretty picture."

After sleepering his wife, Dave lays her down next to her friend.
*****
Becky was just starting to return to consciousness enough to be aware that her body
was being repositioned. Was Dave coping a feel? She couldn't tell, she was still
too out of it to know for sure. She then realized that she had wet herself. But this
didn't seem to bother him. Later he would adamantly deny that he had touched her
inappropriately and perhaps he hadn't.

But he did say to himself, "Oh no, I don't want you to wake up just yet."

He put her in a sleeper hold and squeezed. Becky groaned softly and slipped back
into unconsciousness. Dave laid her out full length on her back, kissing her as he
did so.


Becky lapses back into unconsciousness after Dave's sleeper.
*****
He touched her gently on the cheek where his wife had struck her. "Ah, too bad it
had to come to this. I hope it won't hurt too bad when you wake up. Here now, let's
make you more comfortable."

He propped her head up against a cushion and spread her arms out from her sides.
His eyes glided down her body and noted where her swimsuit was discolored from the
wetness and briefly considered striping it off of her, not guessing Donna had almost done
the same thing at the conclusion of the island domination match.

"No, I won't violate you." He sighed, "I suppose this is the closest we will get to my idea of a three-way."

Infatuated, Dave positions the unconscious Becky as he desides what to do with her.
*****
Dave pulled his still unconscious wife over next to Becky. A few minutes later,
as Becky came to for a second time, she saw Dave sliding Donna's white bikini
bottoms back into place while she was still laying face down.. He turned his wife
over and slapped her lightly which caused her to wake up.

"Okay, Okay," she whispered, "You win."

Dave has just turned his wife over, preparing to wake her up.
*****
They both turned their attention to Becky and lifted her up to a sitting position
against the couch. "I see you've checked in. Are you all right? I think we all went
a little crazy."

All three of them were silent as they recovered, panting for breath. Dave looked
embarrassed. Donna said, "That was more than any of us bargained for." With little
else being said Becky got dressed and left, a slightly swollen jaw where Donna had
socked her the only outward evidence of the gradually subsiding pain she felt all
over her body.

A week later Donna gave Becky an edited video of the match. This would be the
first I would know of all that had happened. As we watched the tape together
Becky told me the whole story, including what had happened on the island some
months before. She admitted what had started out as friendly competition had
become too sensual and too violent for them to handle. It was time to call it quits,
there was no justifying where this whole thing was going.

Shortly after, Becky had an offer to become the manager of a health club across
town. She took the job and we don't see Donna and Dave anymore. Just as well,
although the videos from the three matches are strangely compelling and we've
watch them a number of times. For some reason they invoke in me a great passion
for Becky. Such are the mysteries of what goes on between friends and between
lovers.

The End