Rosa's Idea – part 2

by Aristocatch

If you have followed my accounts you will know that a good deal of my sexual experience has been with women, and that my heterosexual trysts have sometimes left me rather disappointed. What I had just experienced, however, was the tops and proved to me, if it needed to, that I could be more than satisfied if I found the right man.

Not all the men won their matches and two victorious women came over to join the waiting group. One had sperm trickling down her leg, and couldn't wait to tell everyone how she had calculated her time-out to perfection to make him come within her.

Rosa was on the mat now and she gave her man little chance. Undoubtedly he had been well aroused from his first match, and he had no answer to such an extent that she rejoined us, almost disappointed with how little he had stimulated her.

Four men survived round two, including my poney-tailed victor, but all shot their loads in the next round, leaving Rosa rather unsatisfied.

After a short break for drinks, while the organisers got the room ready, all the ladies returned to the arena. To give the men a break the next event was women only, though it would serve as elimination for the subsequent event. A sort of huge paddling pool had been laid over the mats, with essentially just a plastic sheet for a floor, but with an inflated wall all around, giving in effect a lip that was roughly a foot high. This was essentially to limit the fighting area.

All twenty women were to fight at once with the main target area between the legs. Slapping or pushing with hand or other parts of the body was allowed, but not blows of a harder nature and certainly no punching or kicking, or clawing. The only way to stop was to voluntarily climb out of the ring. The last ten left in would qualify, but the fight would continue as each was eliminated to put them in order.

Quite a lot of questions were asked before we started. Clearly some of the women present were not used to wrestling, and were worried about getting hurt, thus depriving them of the shagging to come. Little by little various exclusions were added leaving essentially basic wrestling and the aforementioned pussy attacks. As you know I do have some experience of being thus assaulted between the legs, and I was sure that this should help me try to at least qualify in the top ten.

I would also admit to loving group fights, where you are rarely one-on-one, but often assaulted by a different person to the one you are assaulting. Quite a lot of the women present were ready for a good scrap, having obviously taken that into account in their choice of weekend. Three however were less willing and after taking the first slaps between the legs they quit without more ado.

Soon after the start I felt a good sting between the legs and saw a dark-coloured hand. Spinning to face my aggressor I wasn't surprised to find Rosa. Even as I turned I was firing off a return slap which struck home very cleanly. That only made Rosa laugh and she grabbed one of my breasts in her hand saying that it wasn't allowed, but she knew I wouldn't denounce her. Replying that I wouldn't if she didn't denounce me I gave her right breast a much better squeeze than I had when we were wrestling together before.

We weren't there to have a catfight and smiling at each other we set off to find alternative targets. Seeing me coming my first opponent with the nice body tried for a pre-emptive strike, which merely caught my thigh, some way off target. She very kindly left herself open for me, and I didn't miss with a particularly noisy slap. She fell back onto the mat and I left my hand in place pressing against her pussy. I could feel her pussy lips touching my fingers and I would dearly have liked to have taken the fight onto a different plane, by pulling them, or applying a claw hold, but of course I didn't.

She was defenceless, and I was there to get rid of opponents, so I stopped pressing and applied another good slap directly on target and then a third. I would no doubt have continued except that someone pulled me back by the shoulders. From defenceless victim she very quickly became aggressive attacker scoring a direct hit as my crotch came into range.

As quickly as she had come, the person who had pulled me off her disappeared, leaving me to defend myself. We both got to our feet and other people kindly left us alone as we circled trying to slap each other where it hurts. Most slaps were blocked, but several did, at least partially, get through. We seemed to be fairly even, and neither was getting the upper hand. We were making our pussies sore, and risked eliminating each other.

Risking her attack, I pulled her in close while I suggested that we might be better off seeking alternative victims, and that I would be delighted to resume battle at a later time. She said that was a date and, as we pulled away we both fired off a last slap which reverberated through our bodies at the self same moment, nearly bringing tears to our eyes.

My pussy was stinging but I was happy in the thought that so was hers! I may be strange, but I do prefer an even fight. There's no real fun in beating someone up who is incapable of fighting back – not unless you are after pure revenge at any rate.

There were still plenty of girls slapping it out with little sign that any had formed partnerships to make sure that others quit. I ran around like most of the others for what seemed ages, but was probably only a couple of minutes, trying to slap exposed pussies and getting caught when attacked from unseen directions.

I heard a girl calling out that she quit and saw that she was being assaulted by a darker-skinned woman. As the loser started to leave I decided to take on her aggressor. The woman must have sensed my presence as she turned to face me. She looked Indian, slim with small but well shaped breasts, topped by fairly small aureoles, but long dark nipples. Oh to have been able to target them.

We stopped short of each other and took up attacking positions, legs apart and bodies slightly bent forward, arms outstretched, circling for an opening. Having got the better of her previous adversary my Indian opponent presumably felt sure of her abilities. Too sure in the end as she dived forward to attack in a telegraphed move that I saw coming and the back of my hand made satisfying contact with her pubes. There was no power behind the blow, but it did cause her to be more cautious.

I was the next to attack, but she blocked the blow with her thigh, as I was able to block her follow up. I made as if to fire off a haymaker with my left hand, and she fell for the feint, concentrating on preventing it by seizing my arm, leaving me free to land a right-handed slap smack on target. Smack being the operative word!

She tried pulling on my left arm, but I went the other way, moving partially behind her. Her legs were apart to give her the balance to pull my arm, so I did what anyone else would have done, slapped her from behind through her legs with enough power for her to gasp and release my arm. I had seen what she had been doing before and knew that she could still fight back. With my arm free I was able to finish moving behind her and trapping her in a hug with her arms pinned to her side.

This was slightly risky, as it was after all a group fight and we were now both incapable of fending off an attack from someone else, but fortunately none came. I even had the luxury of noting that the number of women left had dwindled. Rosa's darker colour allowed me to see that she was still a fighting force, and one that I would rather avoid. I decided to try other tactics and proposed to my Indian lady that I would release her if she went after Rosa. She agreed and so I let her go. Fortunately she was as good as her word and within seconds she was 'teaming up' with another girl who had been trying to defend herself against Rosa.

I was nearly caught napping by a 'cuddly' blond, who caught me fair and square. My reaction was to grab her and take us to the floor. Fortunately she wasn't a wrestler and it didn't take long to find me sitting on her chest (a padded seat) with her pussy undefended in front of me. Blond was her real hair colour, as she had light-blond curls above her pussy, trimmed away just where my target area was. I couldn't miss and didn't.

I had thought that she would give up, but she didn't and freeing an arm she even tried to find my pussy. From where she was lying she was no threat, but in trying to tie her arm up again, she managed to unseat me and we found ourselves with breasts squashing each other. Her nipples were rock hard, and she used them deliberately to dig into my nipples, making me involuntarily react.

She got a hand in between our bodies and although she couldn't slap my pussy, she did press her fingers into it. She was certainly quite a plucky lady, but we weren't going to get a surrender like that. As if she read my thoughts she put her other arm around my back, holding us together, allowing her nipples to dig back into my breasts. As we wriggled around they even assaulted my own nipples, with a feeling part pleasure, but also part pain.

I forced my body up, making her release her arm around my back. She was still flat on the floor and I intended for her to stay there. I decided I was going to pin her which required me to raise my body enough to be able to straddle her. The little devil managed to use her hand that had been on my pussy to smack me!

Fortunately she only managed one smack before I had her pinned, with her arms under my control. I would love to have 'played around' with her generous boobs and gone to work on those daggered-nipples, but it wasn't in the rules. So I just slapped her on her pussy, thinking that she'd give up, but instead she asked me how many were left. Looking around I noticed that Rosa was no longer there, and that there were only five women other than us. When she learned that she said she was prepared to give in. She had made the cut for the last twelve and so there was no point in getting more hurt. That did seem to be a good idea, come to think of it.

I released her and was immediately set upon by two of the remaining women, including the Indian girl who was over-confident and so I caught her fair and square, stopping her temporarily, but then I also had to deal with her friend who tried to get my arms. I'm pleased to say that I had the pleasure of hearing a lovely noise from between her legs as my right palm found its target.

Then my arms were being held, and the Indian lady was having a free-shot at my pussy which she kindly told me was for Rosa. I told her that I hoped I would have a chance to repay her before the weekend was out and as soon as she repeated the dose I called a halt to events. As my blond had said we were through to the next part and there was no reason to be hurt any more.

The temporary alliance soon crumbled as each turned on the other, some of the woman were clearly more intent on winning whatever the cost.

My pussy wasn't that sore, and the sensations soon wore off (rather faster than after my wedgie fight with Rosa).

The next part turned out to be the one less-agreeable moment for the men. Up until now they had had plenty of sex, but little else. There was more sex to come, but before they had to suffer. The idea was simple. The twelve ladies who had lasted the longest from the pussy spanking would be attackers. The other twelve defenders. The men were the targets. Everyone was put into one of two teams. The attackers had to try to get beyond the defenders and test the resilience of the men's balls. Any man thus afflicted three times would automatically be eliminated. The team eliminating all the opposing men first would win. In any event the game would last no longer than half an hour, at which point the number of times each man had had his balls crushed would be additioned to find the winners. It was emphasised that whilst the men should be put in some discomfort it shouldn't be to such an extent as to render them useless for the rest of the weekend.

Rosa was on the same attacking team as me, but I had had little contact with any of the defenders up to then.

Standing up was not allowed, which made the game a lot safer. Initially all six attackers crawled forward into contact with the defenders who did all they could to stop our progress. By virtue of not being able to stand up and run, we couldn't quickly escape them, and twice when I thought I had got clear, my trailing leg was caught and I was pulled back.

The fighting was pleasantly rough, without being especially violent. It took quite some time before one of our attackers managed to get away from the defenders and grasp a pair of balls in her hand, there to be squeezed. The six men were kneeling and had to keep their arms behind them; they were not allowed to fight back! The sensations that our attacker produced were enough to make him fall to the floor, which she took as an indication that the point had been scored.

Being the first through, all the other attackers and defenders had rather watched the action. When the man fell to the floor the defender, who had been doing a robust job keeping me at bay, rather lost her concentration allowing me to slip through and target another of the men.

Before I could be caught I got hold of his appendages. My right hand squeezed his scotum, while my left hand squeezed his dick. Despite seeing his neighbour rolling on the floor, the view of twelve women fighting had given him quite a reasonable erection, which gave me something to squeeze.

The defender who had been trying to stop me arrived but, by then, my victim was indicating that he considered that I had scored my point. At that point the defender escorted me back to the middle line from which new attacks had to begin.

Rosa came away from the defenders to meet me on the middle line. She suggested that we should be more organised. She suggested that I try to grab hold of two defenders at once, giving her the opportunity to slip through. If it worked she would do the same for me after.

It proved not to be quite as simple as that, with Rosa having to try to manoeuver her defender close enough for me to be able to get my legs around her, while my arms tied up my defender. Then Rosa was through and another man bit the dust.

We repeated the move as soon as we were back in contact with the defenders and Rosa tied up the girl who thought that she could keep me at bay, leaving me to target a different man, whose balls and penis were putty in my hands.

Our fellow attackers saw what we were doing, and organised the same method of attack, which ensured that at least one man was being savaged at any one time.

I believe that the other team of attackers were rather slower working out this team working and we were able to outscore them for quite a period of time.

All of our men were victims three times within the half hour period and so the game came to an end , though it couldn't be said that the men on our team escaped uninjured! At least they did suffer a little less. In a way I thought it a shame that there wasn't a fight organised where the women could fight on a more equal footing with the men, by being allowed to target their more-vulnerable area.

After that none of the men were ready for sex. There had been an idea mooted for the winning team to inflict a penalty on the losing team but it was generally felt that the game had been quite robust and indeed rough, and that everyone would benefit from a rest before dinner. Immediately after dinner the winners were to take part in a game that only involved them. After that nothing was organised for the rest of the evening or night, and it was left for all present to arrange anything individually if they wanted to.