Rosa's idea part 1

by Aristocatch

Rosa arrived at my flat a few days later saying that she wanted to talk to me in person, rather than on the phone.

We settled down with a coffee and she explained that she had wanted to see just how much hard wrestling I could take, knowing full well that I was well versed in more sexual wrestling. She therefore had a proposition to put before me.

Following up on something she'd heard from a girl she knew, she had found out about a break called a sexfight weekend. To go you had to be two, both girls, or a girl and a man. You had to be open minded and prepared for sex. I asked where the capacity for tougher wrestling came in and she explained that sometimes you had to fight for a man, and that if both really wanted him it could get quite rough. She wondered whether I would be interested in going with her.

Thus far I had seen no indication that Rosa was interested in sexual wrestling, but she explained that she generally preferred men, though when the time was right any sex was worth having.

As she explained further the idea seemed worth following up, and we were soon paying a deposit to reserve two places at a country retreat. We were required to take an aids test and also tests for other diseases, as well as confirming that we were taking some birth-control measures. Condoms were not part of the requirements!

One of the problems of concentrated sex is the staying power, especially of men, and so we were asked to arrive for a ten a.m. start, which we duly did, to allow for rest periods between events. We were taken into the dining room for a coffee and biscuits, where an organiser explained that we were there to enjoy ourselves, to comply with the rules, and not to subject anyone to unwanted sexual activity. We were asked not to leave the building undressed, nor to enter the dining room or main reception area unclothed. Otherwise the hotel was ours for the weekend and we were free to do as we wished outside the planned events, wherever we felt like doing it.

Fortuitously we were thirty in all, ten men and twenty women. I was surprised as I would have expected men to lap up the idea, but Rosa explained that the rules that people had to come in pairs, and that pairs of men were not allowed, nearly always provided more women than men.

Coffee and introductions over we all went into the main room, which had been prepared with a padded mat covering the floor. We all stripped off, the women were given a number (mine was 18), and then the men pulled two numbers each out of a hat. The two randomly chosen women (only once the man's actual partner) went with each man. Firstly we took it in turns sucking the guy up to a full erection. He could then choose which woman he would prefer to fuck. If the non-chosen woman conceded then that was that. If not they had to fight for it. Not surprisingly no-one accepted. After all we had come to fight, and fuck.

The joker in the pack was that the man got to propose the rules for the fight! This was probably not as simple as it sounded. He was going to get to fuck the winner, so he wouldn't want to propose a fight that could reduce her chances of actively participating in sexual activity with him. That probably ruled out a sexfight, and also anything which might 'damage' her pussy. Then again most men wanted to see something approaching a catfight, especially if it was over them.

The man I was to fight for looked OK (well quite nice really if I'm totally honest), and the woman standing between me and that hunk was also quite attractive (better than most of the other women present in fact), with a slim waist, but strong legs and an excellent bust. The man told us that he was a 'tits and bum' man and that therefore we should have a fight that concentrated on tits and bum. We told him if we understood him right we would need a lubricant for the bum, but it turned out that we hadn't understood him and what he really wanted was us to spank each other (least-red bum wins sort of thing).

My opponent got the better of me in the first exchange, forcing my head down with her arms pressing down on my shoulders. I remained on my feet, with my hands free, even if rather limted in movement. Had it been that sort of fight I could have reached her pussy, but it wasn't. But I could reach her breasts and so I grabbed them. There was no point being too ambitious with them, as our judge wouldn't be able to see what I was doing. I did hope, however, that he could see enough to know what I was doing. A voice in my ear suggested that I not squeeze too hard, as we didn't want to spoil the sex to come, did we? That sounded promising, if she kept her end of the bargain, and so I contented myself with more or less holding her breasts in my hands.

She began trying to pull my body with a view to getting round behind me, and I resisted while holding onto her tits. Seeing she was getting nowhere she suggested that we put on a show. I think we had both rather worked out that our 'man' could more or less choose the victor in relation to which one offered the best fuck, and that injuring each other trying to fight it out risked to prove quite useless.

She lessened her pressure, I released her breasts and we turned to face each other. Both of us reached out and began manipulating the opposing breasts. My rather strange choice of vocabulary is intended, as manipulate them we did. Each amused herself pulling the breasts this way and that, trying to see what shapes we could produce. Clearly the most impressive was elongating them by pulling from around the nipple, but various other geometric forms were achieved.

Not content with that we set to to see just how long we could make the nipples, with quite impressive results, if we were to judge by the change in our man's penis! We didn't cause each other any pain to speak of, and actually quite enjoyed ourselves.

After a while it was difficult to carry on being inventive, so we changed to spanking each other. We quickly discovered how to spank in such a way as to produce the most noise, and our bums gradually turned pink and then increasingly red. This part was a bit more painful, but it was not done in a competitive manner.

We were on the verge of stopping when our man stopped us himself. He wasn't duped by our 'fighting' and announced that he was having trouble making his decision. He could see only one way of progessing and that was that we two should get into a 69 position and lick out the other's pussy until he could decide.

Strictly speaking this was outside the rules as we had already had the 'fight' we were supposed to have. However, as I've already said, the girl I had been 'fighting' with was rather nice looking, and I was beginning to start to feel sexy. I guess she was thinking much the same, as she was even quicker than me at getting into position.

Licking her pussy was as nice for me as were the sensations that she was producing between my legs. I found myself almost hoping that we could be allowed to see that through to the end without having the heterosexual part added.

In hindsight my opponent had made a good choice in lying quickly on the floor, leaving me to take the top position. Her pussy was more clearly visible to the man, and her breasts were peeking out most suggestively from below my body. All he could really see of me was my red spanked bum! I wasn't unduly surprised when he stopped us and announced that he had chosen my opponent.

They got to have a fairly prolonged love-making session, while I went off to get ready for lunch.

We were all served a buffet lunch which was also a rest period to make sure that the men, in particular, would be able to continue to perform later.

After lunch we went back to the main room where half of the women were chosen at random, by picking their numbers out of a hat. I was one of those chosen, to find that I was to have a sexfight with one of the men. The rules were basically simple – the first to come loses. The only variation was that both could call for a 'time out', in which they could 'ride' their opponent for five full penetrations, but at their choice of speed. If the man won, then he would continue against one of the remaining ten women, and that until each man had come.

My opponent wasn't much taller than me, but he was much more strongly built with long hair, tied up in a poney tail. As we were preparing he looked carefully at me and I was pleased to see a movement in his neither regions which suggested that he was not adverse to what he saw.

The fight started promisingly. I fairly quickly got my hand on his penis, and was most gratified to feel it harden and lengthen as I played with it. He obviously realised that I had some wrestling experience, and having removed his penis from my grasp he began using his greater strength to limit my access to it.

On the face of it he wasn't a wresting fan, so from time to time my wrestling experience did allow me to get back in contact with it. My crowning moment was when I reverse pinned him, holding his shoulders to the floor with my legs, and allowing me to spread myself over his body and begin sucking him.

It was fairly apparent that he was strong enough to ensure that, despite my wrestling skills, he would win and so I resolved that I would enjoy the fight as much as possible before I was eliminated. By the time he escaped from under my body his cock was full in size and glistening with my saliva. His hands were once again on my pussy and so I called for a time out.

He lay back on the floor and I slowly inserted myself on him. I sat there, full of his cock for a few seconds, getting my breath back, controlling my breathing, and making my pussy muscles grasp him as much as possible. When I was ready I very slowly slid up his cock, until only the very tip was touching me. Then I equally slowly slid back down, trying to use my pussy muscles to squeeze his cock as much as I could.

An audible sigh escaped his lips. I repeated the dose twice more and heard a very clear 'fuck you' the third time. It sounded as if I may have been too pessimistic about my chances. The fourth and fifth doses were executed as slowly as possible, and I could see him visibly gritting his teeth. He was determined not to come and be bested by a woman. Had I been entitled to seven movements I rather think I might have forced him to orgasm, but five was not quite enough and I had to continue my upwards movement, leaving his very swollen cock standing straight.

Trying to catch him unawares I immediately dived back down and engulfed it in my mouth. The taste of pre-cum was quite distinct. He left me no time to saviour it, hauling me off his body most ungraciously and then pinning me well away from him, while we waiting for his self control to return.

From then on he was very cautious, but the tide had turned, and while he played fairly frequently between my legs, my chances to use his cock were reduced to a minimum. His breathing became more controlled, while mine became the reverse.

He got me on my back with my legs up in the air and set too finger fucking me. He knew that I was on the slippery slope to orgasm and that I was unable to get out of the position he had put me in. He began to play more gently with my sex, savouring what he was doing.

I suspect that he was perhaps quite a nice bloke and that winning as quickly as possible wasn't his main preoccupation. The sensations I was receiving were well controlled on his part, with none of the violence that might be expected where one is trying to finish the other off first. He knew how to stimulate a woman.

It was surely clear to him as well that I could not stop my orgasm that was fast rushing up. He called a time out, laid me down on my back and slide his cock deep inside me. Watching my eyes all the time he controlled his thrusts, building me up to the point of no return, and making sure it would come before his five thrusts were up.

It actually took six, but I wasn't about to claim a foul! His main aim was not to come himself, so as to be fit to take on his next opponent, but he remained firmly within me, all the while I was enjoying those sensations that you have to feel, which no words can adequately describe. All the way that my body was making uncontrollable movements; movements which could have been fatal to him.

When it was clear that I had finished, he slowly withdrew, stroked my breasts most gently and leant over to plant a kiss on my lips. A gentleman to the end.

He lay beside me while I enjoyed the post-orgasmic lethargy and then he helped me to my feet, muttering 'good fight'.

He duly went off to see who he was due to fight next, and I slowly crossed the mat to the waiting area.