The Gymnasts- Chapter 5
A warm and gentle Spring breeze wafted through the bedroom where the two lovers lay in post-coital exhaustion. It was Piper and Tom finishing a marathon sex session. And not their first. Tom wasn’t sure if he loved Piper or not, but he certainly was infatuated with the blonde. Lori was a good lover and never disappointed Tom sexually, but Piper was something extraordinary and adventurous when it came to sex. While Lori shied away from anal, Piper embraced it. Yes, Lori gave wonderful blow jobs, but not with the voraciousness of The Golden Girl. Both Lori and Piper were accomplished and flexible gymnasts, but it was only Piper who often said, “Hey let’s try this position!” Sex with Piper resembled a game of drunk Twister on steroids.
But now, at this moment the sex was over and they were resting and holding their naked bodies close together. “I need to talk to you about something, Tommy. And it’s about Lori. Please don’t be mad.”
“OK,” said Tom, somewhat cautiously.
And then Piper began to reveal to her boyfriend the whole incredible tale of herself and her rival. How they had snuck off and secretly wrestled each other on 4 different occasions. How their friendship began to sour and they discarded wrestling for catfighting, and did that twice. And finally how they have planned to fight one more time and they both wanted Tom to be there to witness it.
It was almost too much information for Tom to process. “Wait! Wait! Wait! You and Lori have fought 6 times?”
“Yes.”
“I can’t fucking believe it. Who won?”
“Well so far we are tied. I think that’s a reason we keep fighting. Hopefully this last one will settle things and put an end to it. We have agreed to some pretty nasty rules.
“Like what?”
“Almost anything you can imagine, except fists to the face. We’ve already had two like that, and I’ll tell you it isn’t pretty, win or lose. And in this one we are going to fight nude, so just let that sink in.”
“I can’t let you do this Piper,” said Tom’s brain. His cock was saying just the opposite. He shifted position in the bed to try and hide his unwanted erection. Thankfully, Piper didn’t notice…yet.
“Oh, I’m gonna do it, Tommy. And you can’t stop me. I’m actually looking forward to it. I’m going to fight that bitch and fuck her up good.”
“Do you hate her?”
“Pretty much. It wasn’t always that way, but it is now. And the feeling is mutual.”
“Aren’t you scared?”
“Terrified! But so is she, I’m sure. It just adds to the rush. I feel so alive when I fight her. When I beat her, it’s like the thrill of hitting the landing on a dismount from the beam. I’ve missed total focus you have in competition. Fighting your ex gives me a chance to feel that way again.”
“But what if you lose?”
“I’m not planning on that. And now I see you are hard again! My goodness, what could have caused that? Wanna go again? I’m horny.”
“Just promise me that you’ll beat her, and I’ll fuck you silly!”
“Promise!”
Tom then fucked Piper, but he was also fucked, and not in a good way. How could he possibly let this fight take place? It was wrong on so many levels. He was probably in love with Piper, and although he didn’t love Lori anymore, he still had warm feelings towards her and fond memories of their times together. And now he was going to allow them to beat the shit out of one another while he stood and watched? What sort of low life bastard was he? Didn’t he have any sense of right and wrong? Not when it came to beautiful women catfighting, obviously.
Yes, Tom would let them fight. And he would watch. Intently. He managed to rationalize the whole thing. First, as Piper told him, they were going to fight anyway. They would find a time and a place without Tom knowing. Shit, they had done it 6 times already. And, second, Tom convinced himself that if he was there he could keep things from getting out of hand. The reasons were weak, but it gave Tom justification not to consider himself a total asshole.
Tom took his job as “fight host” very seriously. He lived in a large rented home. He used to have a roommate but that guy left, and Tom was looking for a smaller place. Good thing her hadn’t found it yet, because the house had several unused bedrooms that would work perfectly as the “fighting ground.” He picked a 12 by 10 windowless room on the second floor for the fight. He spent a few days cleaning it out and preparing it for the fight. All the furniture was moved out and pictures taken off the wall. He borrowed some mats to put down. He even removed the door to the room so as to keep the gals from colliding with the door knob. He would stand and watch in the empty doorway and give the women the entire room for the fight.
Piper approved of the accommodations and chuckled how dedicated Tom was to setting up things “just right” for the fight. One night they fucked each other right on the mats where the women would battle.
On the night of the fight Lori was the first to arrive which set up an awkward meeting between her and her ex. She had a gym bag slung over her shoulder and her hair arranged in a tight bun for the fight. This was some serious shit about to go down.
“Hello Tom, Where is your girlfriend?”
“She just left her apartment. She’ll be here in five.”
“Where are we fighting?”
“I set up the back room upstairs.” Of course with all the time Lori had spent at the house, she knew exactly which room it was.
“Did you clean it out?”
“Sure thing. It’s all ready. Lori, are you sure you want to go through with this? It sounds pretty horrible.”
Lori paused for a minute before answering. She was a level headed woman and she had no allusions that beating Piper would win Tom back. That ship had sailed. Her real hope was to beat Piper good and give Tom second thoughts about his decision to dump her.
“If you had asked me that question 6 months ago I would have said there was no way I would ever do anything like this. But this rivalry between me and Piper has taken on a life of its own. I’ve come to the conclusion that it is really our destiny to do it, and there is no fucking way I’m backing out. I’m actually looking forward to it.”
“That’s interesting Lori, because Piper says almost the same thing. I guess I’m just going to have to let you two settle things.”
At that moment Piper arrived. The two women eyed one another and said nothing.
Lori said, “Well it looks like everyone is here. Let’s get to it.”
The threesome went upstairs. Lori went into a bathroom to prepare while Tom and Piper went to his bedroom. Piper, of course noticed the bun head on Lori and with help from Tom she arranged her hair similarly. She shooed Tom out of the bedroom so she could strip and take a moment to collect her thoughts and focus on the challenge at hand.
Tom waited in the hallway as the two naked fighters passed by him to enter the fighting room and start to stretch. When Piper passed him he whispered, “Go get em killer!”
As they were stretching Tom stood in the doorway where he would remain until the fight was over. Piper, continuing to stretch, spoke directly to him. “Tom you are here to watch. That’s all. You may say nothing and you may not interfere. This is between me and Lori, and we intend to settle things. Stay out of it please.” Tom nodded and took a deep breath. He would not have a hard on for the entire fight, but he had one now. The tension was palpable.
At this point Lori threw a curve ball at the proceedings, but said something that made a great deal of sense. “No more best 3 out of 5 bullshit Piper. It’s not a High School volleyball game. It’s personal. It’s a catfight. One of us is going to win and I plan on it being me. We simply fight until it’s over.”
Piper could not argue with that logic. “Fine by me. Don’t worry, I won’t be too hard on you.”
It had evolved from friendly recreational wrestling to a bitter final desperate catfight. The women could probably not quite explain how it got that way, but that’s what it had become and neither woman was willing to back down from doing it one last time. Tiny woman against tiny woman until one destroys the other. They knew the landscape and contours of each other’s bodies so well by now. The strength of the thighs, the firmness of the abdomens, the power of the biceps, the sensitivity of the scalps, the tenderness of the underboobs. They both knew what they were in for.
And with that the women rose, nodded to each other and began to circle.
Tom was still trying to figure out if what he was seeing was in fact not some wet dream he often had. Two gorgeous women, two women he had fucked, were about to fight one another in a cruel and unflinching way. And he was going to witness it. He rubbed his eyes to make sure it was all real.
Unexpectedly the fighters were cautious to start. Maybe the magnitude and import of the duel had affected them. In any case they were somewhat reluctant to go after each other. Lots of reaching and slapping hands away without further contact.
Lori was just as guilty as Piper for the hesitancy, so her taunt of the blonde made little sense. “You afraid to fight Piper?”
“Fuck you, bitch.”
And Piper hurled herself at Lori and the women grappled. Tom could not believe what he was seeing. Two gorgeous little spitfires completely naked straining and struggling against one another, faces contorted in hate, tits pressed hard together, making those little sounds that women do, when they are fighting or fucking. He was immediately struck by the evenness of the battle. His hard on returned.
Neither woman could affect a take down so they jostled each other around the room. Lori wrapped the blonde in headlock and brought her down with a thud. They wrestled on the mat with the brunette still in control. Piper countered by bringing her legs up to wrap around Lori’s head so both fighters now had a headlock on their rival. In this position the contorted bodies roll over the mat- something only women with the flexibility of a gymnast could possibly do.
They snapped apart, got to their knees and attacked again. Arms wrapped around each other, one hand reaching for the knob like bun they bent each other’s head back so they could each only see the ceiling of the room. Piper out muscled the brunette and twisted the two of them to the mat, with the blonde on top. She still had a hold of Lori’s bun, but the brunette released her’s and began slapping Piper’s face. The slaps weren’t powerful because she was on her back and had little leverage, but they were annoying and in her attempt to evade them allowed Lori to roll so that they were now side by side with legs intertwined.
Piper gave up the hold on Lori’s hair and instead took her hand and placed it flat on Lori’s face and pushed. Lori mirrored that move so now the two fighters were side by side, glued to each other, bending each other’s head back. Once again the blonde seemed a bit stronger and Lori was being bent back badly. Her legs were locked in with Piper, so there was no escape that way. So she shifted tactics, released Piper’s face and went searching for titflesh. Even not being able to see much with Piper’s hand on her face, she still managed to capture one of the blonde’s breasts and start to crush it. Piper yelped in pain, got her legs free, and rolled away from her rival.
The fighters regained their feet, and Piper checked her tit for damage. And then they were back at it.
They crashed together and wrestled with ferocity. Tom, transfixed by what he was witnessing, would often think that his Golden Girl was winning the fight, only to have the tables almost immediately turned with the brunette taking control.Their bodies often appeared as a box of pretzels. An intense catfight was something he had often fantasized about, but never dreamed he would actually witness. This one had it all: twisting, straining, sweating bodies, women locked in hand to hand combat, neither hesitant about hurting the other. They were sweating profusely and it made it harder for the fighters to lock on any hold they were after. And now it appeared that both women had started to cry a bit, not so much from pain, but from exertion and the frustration of the evenness of the battle.
Exhausted, they separated and stood, glaring at one another. They were not quick to reengage, instead taking a moment to catch their breath and wipe away their tears.
“Had enough, Piper?”
“Don’t be stupid, bitch.”
At this point the fight took an unusual turn. As if by mutual agreement they came together somewhat slowly and each woman grabbed the other’s tits. Four hands crunching four tits. A war of attrition that would only have one winner. Either woman could have broken the hold easily with a simple push or slap by they were intent on competing this way and this way only. Strength and courage against strength and courage. Tears running down their cheeks, moaning in pain neither would give up their grip. They didn’t even look at each other, they simply looked down at the massacre taking place on their chests.
Tom was aghast at the level of violence and what these two women were doing to each other. This was less of a fight and more of a test. A challenge answered by both women. Who could dish out more pain and better handle the tit assault from the other? All offense, no defense. It didn’t last that long, but that didn’t mean it was a wasn’t a depraved brutal one on one affair.
Only one woman could win this duel, and it was Piper. Lori, delirious with pain, hauled off and slapped Piper to break the hold.
Piper stepped back, wiped some tears from her face and turned to look at Tom. She gave him a wink, knowing she was now winning the fight.
“Can’t take it Lor?”
“Fuck you, kunt.”
Yes Lori had lost the battle but she was not giving up the war, yet. She came at Piper with her fists. Maybe it was overconfidence on the blondes part but she was not ready for the grit and determination of the brunette. Yes the brunette’s tits were on fire and she was exhausted but she was not giving up. She surprised the blonde with fists anywhere to the torso. Neither woman was much of a puncher but Lori pounded away as best she could and it was taking a toll on Piper who was valiantly trying to fight back. It appeared that Lori had gotten her second wind.
Lori pinned Piper to the wall. She took her forearm and forced the blonde’s face to the side and then went to town on her. Punches to the torso, knees to the thighs, tit mauls and finally the brunette went after her rival’s pussy. There was not a single catfight tactic that was going unused in this fight. Piper tried to fight back, grabbing what hair was available to pull Lori off her but the brunette was just too strong. She started to mangle Piper’s pussy and the blonde screamed. The torture continued.
And then when Piper least expected it Lori stopped pushing the blonde and instead pulled her off the wall and threw her face first to the mat. The brunette followed her down and with all her 100 or so pounds was directly on the blonde’s back, ready to do more damage. She grabbed the blonde’s hair as the bun was a thing of the past and yanked her head back, using her other arm to find soft titflesh to crush.
“Wanna call me ‘Squeaks’ now?” she squeaked. She felt that Piper was done now, and she released her hair so she could hurt her with both hands. Piper struggled below her, but with little effect. Lori reached under and found the blonde’s pussy one more time and hit pay dirt just below the blonde’s “landing strip”. The blonde thrashed violently tryin to dislodge the hold on her pussy, but Lori was not letting go.“I’m inside you now bitch. Time to give up.” Piper began to cry. Tom was besides himself, actually covering his eyes at one point, forbidden from interfering.
Lori then did something unexpected. She rolled the blonde over.
“I want to see your ugly face when you quit, bitch.”
She grapevined Piper’s legs, spreading them far apart and laid her tits on top of the blonde’s. Now flat on top and nose to nose sweat dripping off Lori’s face mixing with the tears of her rival below her Lori said, “Time to give up, Piper. Don’t fight it. Just give up, or I’ll keep hurting you.”
“Tommy, I’ve got nothing left. She’s beating me. I just can’t anymore.”
“I’m kicking your ass bitch. How’s it feel?”
Piper whispered her surrender, “You won, I’m done.”
Piper was done but brunette wasn’t.
“Come here Tom,” said Lori. “You want this over? Jack off onto her face, and it’ll be over. Go ahead. She’s a fox. She’ll love it. Wack off onto her! I’m sure you’ve done it to her, because you did it to me, many times.”
“It’s not gonna happen. Lori.” He took out his cock and it was completely limp. “You won. It’s over. You’re not a cruel person. Let her up.”
Yes he was right. She had never been a cruel person, until she met Piper, and Tom had reminded her of that. Regaining some sense of humanity, Lori rose, all five feet of her, from her defeated foe, and stood above her. She had won!
“You’re pathetic Tom. You two losers deserve each other. Clean up this mess.”
And the triumphant brunette went to leave, but stopped at the doorway and turned to the sobbing Piper, still on the ground, now being consoled by her boyfriend.
“Oh, one more thing Piper before I forget. Your stuffed mushrooms sucked.”
