Story: Olympia

[Spear]

Hi everyone,

here is the first part of my Olympic story, first we will meet two wrestlers, our main protagonists. But we will meet a high jumper, a long jumper, a water-polo player, a rugby player and two male swimmers down the road.
Have fun. Feedback is much appreciated and helps me getting better. Please keep in mind that I am not a native speaker

Part 1: Before the Final Chapter 1: Susann’s thoughts in the Locker Room
Susann, a stunningly beautiful, small but muscular woman with alabaster-white skin and long, curly locks of bright red hair, was wriggling herself into her tight-fitting, blue spandex singlet.
While she was struggling into it, her large green eyes never broke contact with the burning dark-brown eyes of the young woman on the bench opposite her.
The woman was putting on a singlet herself, colored red. She had long straight black hair, skin the color of milk-coffee and a perfect body. This was Silvia, Spain’s highest hope for a gold medal in this sport and Susann’s arch-enemy, her nemesis, her opponent in the upcoming, most important event in her career.
A scratchy voice rang through the announce system “The Olympic Final in Women’s Freestyle Wrestling, Bantam-wight, 53 kg will start in 20 minutes”
Susann’s mind wandered back 4 years. She had just turned 18 and had represented Sweden for the first time at a wrestling event on the European stage. How nervous and excited she had been before her first international fight. She had entered the mat and her eyes had fallen for the first time on Silvia. They had smiled nervously at each other and shock hands. Two newbies on the scene, talented even gifted, hardworking and ambitious, both teams had high hopes for their respective careers.
The bell had rung, and the two in-experienced and over-excited girls had literally jumped at each other in a reckless attack which the referee stopped immediately. He warned both of them, but neither was listing because their eyes had found each other and had locked into a staring duel that would haunt both girls many a night in the years to come. A rivalry had been born in that moment, that would shape both wrestlers’ careers.
The bell rang again and both had attacked according to the rules trying to outmaneuver each other, that was the moment they had found out how evenly matched they were.
Brow to brow they had grappled, tried to get a grip to throw the opponent down but their skills and strength had neutralized each other. Both had become more and more desperate until they lost their minds and had grabbed hair and had fallen down in a heap kicking at each other.
The referee shouted at them to stop and had tried to sperate them but it took each girls coach to grab them and drag them apart.
Panting heavily and deeply embarrassed, her face a glowing red Susann had to listen to the Ref declaring a double DQ for unsportsmanlike behavior.
Her head hanging down, to ashamed to look at her coach or her teammates, she had walked of the mat but in the last second, she had turned her head and her eyes had found Silvia’s. For a mad second, she was ready to turn around and charge the Spanish girl, but she kept her composure. But their eyes burning into each other held a silent promise to meet again, to battle, to fight until one was proven the Better…
Susann and Silvia were both dressed now and knelt down and started lacing their wrestling boots, Susann had to push some of her unruly flame-colored locks out of the way to keep her gaze fixed to the Spaniard’s.


Chapter 2: More Flashbacks
Susann’s thoughts went back to their second fight. Luckily her Coaches had given her a second chance after the disaster of her first senior tournament. She had proven herself on the stage of Swedish national championships (reaching semi-finals) and had won her first smaller international tournament. One year had gone by before her path did cross with Silvia’s again.
It had been at an Wrestling Meeting in Switzerland when Susann, with a slight tremble in her belly, had noticed Silvia’s name on the large chart pinned to the dressing rooms wall.
Suddenly Silvia had stood beside her, both had kept their eyes fixed on the chart and had started tracing their own way up the table with their index finger. Their fingers had met at the Semi-Finals, there they would meet if both wrestlers would win all their matches. They looked at each other and on both beautiful faces had formed a grin so brought and so evil, that most people would have ran away from it. Both knew what they had to do.
Each of them had plowed through the competition, while the other one was watching from the side, studying every movement, every flick of the wrist or re-positioning of a foot.
Susann, when forced into the observer position, had tried to look cool and unimpressed. But she was deeply impressed by the skills of her rival. She could not help but notice how similar their bodies were and deep down, she admired the smooth motion of muscles under perfect shining skin, the tiny jiggle of ass or tit under tight spandex and the incredible flatness of the other girls belly, the little dint where the belly button was sitting under the leotard made her breath quickening.
When, finally, they had faced each other on the mat in the semi-final Susann had been as nervous as never before, not at her exams, not at her first kiss.
This second duel had been different than their first, both sticked to the rules because it was the only way to really win, even though each Combatant lost 2 points for over aggressive behavior. The battle had raged back and forth, each fighter scoring multiple points with successful throws and takedowns. But what had burned itself into Susann’s brain was the feeling inside her, when they had been on the ground, grappling for position, rolling back and forth with their muscular bodies wrapped around each other. She had felt her nipples stiffen; her crotch had started to react. And then the overwhelming rush of dopamine and adrenalin when she had pushed her rival’s shoulders down for the final win. The moment was made even sweeter by the shock and terror on the Spanish girl’s face, which was replaced by sheer rage. Silvia had gotten right into her face after they stood up, her featured twisted and her teeth bared “you cheated, you cheated” she spat between clenched teeth. “I won” Susann had whispered back coldly. “This is not over, next time, BITCH” Silvia had screamed at her while Susann had walked away drunken with joy. She had won the tournament in the end, but that Final was just an afterthought in Susann’s memory….
“15 Minutes until the Final” came over the system
Both wrestlers narrowed their eyes, intensifying their hatful stare.
Susann’s thoughts traveled back to their third fight. A memory that fueled her hatred, her willpower to beat the beautiful Spaniard today once and for all.
It had been another international Wrestling tournament, in Finland this time. Again, their fight had been a semi-final. Susann blamed herself for being over-confident in this match, not realizing how much her rival was out for revenge. The battle again had been evenly matched, fast-paced and always on the verge of escalating out of hand, but this time, Susann’s body had reacted even deeper to the rubbing of skin on skin, the battle of muscle against muscle, the hot breath of her enemy on her skin.
Her concentration had slipped away from wrestling and she had paid dearly for it. She had been down on her stomach with Silvia above her trying to turn her around and roll her onto her shoulders while Susann tried to make herself as heavy and immovable as possible until the chance for a reversal would occur. Suddenly Silvia’s hand had hit her crotch. Susann had felt every finger of her rival at her most intimate parts. She had felt one finger splitting her slightly swollen pussy-lips. A high-pitched scream had escaped her as her body and mind reacted to that finger and split second later a scream of terror had followed as Silvia had turned her around and had pressed her down into the mat. Never would she forget the evil smirk on Silvia’s face as she had pressed her brow down onto Susann’s in the second of defeat. The triumph in that dark eyes would haunt Susann’s dreams. “Cheat” Susann had moaned weakly and Silvia had pressed her lips down on Susann’s and had whispered “we’re even” right into her mouth.
The next two years both wrestlers’ careers had kickstarted and had propelled them to the top tier of their sport. But they had not faced each other on the mat in all that time.
Last year both had stood in the semi-finals of the European Championships. Silvia had won her Semi-Final and was watching as Susann stepped onto the mat for her match. Susan had tried to ignore her but again and again her eyes had wandered to her arch-enemy and each time her concentration had suffered and finally her opponent had surprised her and had scored the win. Susann was shattered and the most terrible moment had been when her eyes had met Silvia’s and she had seen the expression of disbelieve and disappointment in her rival’s eyes. Susann had screwed up and they could not battle to break their stalemate that day. Silvia was reigning European Champion since that day.
Later the same year both had competed at the World Championships and again both had reached the Semi-Finals. And this time it was Susann sitting at the side wishing nothing more than meeting Silvia in the final. But as she watched on, the overly nervous Spanish girl made one small mistake after another against a stunningly beautiful blonde girl from the USA named Felicity. After the finish Susann had stared the broken Silvia down in disappointment when suddenly the US girl had stepped between them and her blue eyes had drilled into Susann’s green once in a cocky challenge and suddenly Susann was hyped for the final again.
Later that day Felicity and Susann had battled in an exciting match, that had raised all of the mixed emotions in Susann, that had previously only came up with Silvia, but here the rivalry was much more sportsmanlike without the deep sitting hatred she had always felt for her Spanish foe.
After Susann had pinned Felicity down and the Ref had raised her hand, the US girl had hugged her, a second to long and a bit to close – Susann had loved it and returned the favor. Felicity had whispered “Next time I get you” into her ear while her fingers had grazed Susann’s ass….
“Finalists please prepare” the system announced.
Slowly Susann and Silvia stood up and faced each other hands at their hips.
To be Continued…

[Spear]

Chapter 3: Three days earlier: Susann
Susann had just one her semi-finals in the in the Olympic Women’s Freestyle Wrestling Tournament, Bantam-wight – 53kg Division. Naturally she was in high spirit after her win, heightened some more by the fact, that it was a very successful day for her country, two Swedish women had won gold in track and field disciplines today: High-Jumper Ebba and Long Jumper Malin.
She was on her way back to her room in the Olympic Village after a short meeting with her boyfriend Lasse, a swimmer from the Swedish team. Her room was in a big block of apartments for 1 or two persons. The whole building was reserved for female athletes and basically each floor was occupied by the sportswomen of one nation. Sweden was fairly high up in the building and she knew her arch-nemesis, the Spanish wrestler Silvia was living some floors below her.
She was occupying, by chance a single person apartment positioned at the small side of the building, which meant she had only one neighboring apartment. The two flats shared a large balcony surrounded by a concrete parapet and divided in the middle by a metal banister.
She actually had no idea who was living next to her, but she had heard some high pitched moans at night suggesting that some sexual activities had been taking place in the neighboring apartment recently.
Susann was opening her balcony doors wide to let in some fresh air. Suddenly she heard strange sounds through the ajar door on the neighboring balcony. She heard two female voices in a heated but whispered argument and a strange metallic clang from time to time.
Intrigued Susann crept nearer to the banister. She could understand what was said now.
Both voices were talking at the same time, bickering about “stealing spotlight” and even threatening violence very openly and graphicly.
Susann, of course, was no stranger to trading threats and trash talking. But somehow, the tone was wrong here. Both women did sound agitated ad emotional but actually not really angry. Both voices were trembling with arousal and sexuality.
And then there was the strange metallic sound, almost like a bell.
Susann could not contain herself. She climbed the banister and tip-toed to the glass door to peek inside.
Her heart started racing, in front of her eyes was an incredible sight. The two Swedish gold medalists stood there, in that small apartment. Ebba and Malin, two of the best looking members of the Swedish team were toe to toe, nose to nose, talking trash with their lips almost touching.
Both athletes had long blonde hair braided in a Scandinavian style, like a crown around their heads.
Both were very tall and slender, their whole bodies were packed in muscles. Not a single gram of fat could be seen on those to women.
Both wore the Swedish athletics outfit, a blue bottom covering their tight asses but exposing all of their remarkably long legs and a small yellow top that left their arms and midriff free.
The mystery of the metallic clang was solved when Susann spotted the Olympic gold medals dangling in front of the athletes’ belly which struck each other with each slight movement of the two Blondes.
Susann tried to stay as quite as possible, but she could not help her breath quickening. What was going on here?
Suddenly Malin was shoving Ebba in the shoulder, the High-jumper almost didn’t move. Susann could see all the muscles tensing to break the impact. Ebba shoved back, to as little effect.
Both ladies smiled wickedly and pressed their foreheads together, a move familiar to Susann from wrestling, usually without the smiles, though.
With a smack the steely bodies crashed together toe to top. The incredible muscles flexed and quivered as both women tried to push the rival backwards but aside a little back and forth, none got the upper hand. Their heads had moved within the struggle and their lips almost touched now.
Both had kept their hands down so far. Susann’s eyes widened when, unexpectedly their strong hands grabbed the other’s ass. She could her a long moan from both fighters and the hands vanished inside each other’s pants to dig deep into the muscular butt cheeks.
Chapter 4: The Jumpers Duel
“Let’s do it, Bitch” Ebba moaned right into her rival’s lips.
“Sexfight me, now” Malin pressed out, panting.
“I will make you scream”
“I will make you beg me to stop and cry for more”
Susann’s pulse was quickening, never had she seen anything like this. She could not help but gasp in excitement when both fighters pushed down the others blue bottoms and sank one hand deep into the shaven crotch of the Other. Luckily the gasps of joy from both Fighters drowned her own small noise.
One hand in the opponent’s crotch, the other one pulling at the rival’s hair, loosening the austere hairdos they stumbled around the room. Their lips had sealed together in an aggressive kiss, their blue eyes were locked together, and their legs were dueling, trying to off-balance the other.
Each had sunken two fingers into the rival’s pussy and both were moaning and yelping with lust. Their gold medals dangled wildly between them clanging and ringing.
Susann could not help it, her fingers wandered into her jeans and she started pleasuring herself.
After some minutes of stumbling around the room without anyone gaining an advantage, they pushed each other away and glared at each other with wide grins on their faces.
“Is that all you got” Malin teased, opening her arms wide in invitation.
“Not a quarter of it” Ebba answered and suddenly grabbed Malin’s top with both hands and started tearing. After a split-second of surprise Malin followed suit and grabbed Ebba’s top. Both women tor at the yellow fabric and Susann could see their biceps bulging from the effort. Soon the material gave up and both ripped the top in half and the two beautiful Scandinavians stood naked except for the red silk-ribbon around their neck holding the gold medal dangling between their small breast and their six-pack bellies.
They started circling each other slowly, like cats ready to attack.
Susann was reminded of two Viking shieldmaidens ready for battle. She had to stall her breath and her finger during the silent circling. As the two athletes jumped at each other again, tugging and grabbling, Susann happily re-started caressing herself again.
Malin and Ebba tussled and slammed their fit, nude bodies against each other and crashed onto one of the two beds with their long limbs tangled together.
Malin, who seemed to be a bit stronger, managed to scramble on top of her opponent and grabbed Ebba’s wrists to control her rival. She wrapped her legs around Ebba’s and stretched her arms, pressing Ebba’s hands down into the mattress.
Susann had a perfect side view of both women now, she admired the muscles at play under the tanned, sweaty skin. The intricate hairstyles in disarray with strands of blonde hair hanging out, the belly muscles highlighted by each intake of breath. The small breast with huge, proud nipples standing erect. Malin’s gold medal resting on Ebba’s chest. She could guess that their crotches must be very, very near to each other, a thought that made her dig into her pussy even more ferocious.
Malin slowly lowered herself down and both fighters shivered when their six-packs touched and even more when their stiff nipples collided. Both grinned widely as they pushed them tip to tip. Their faces relaxed into pure ecstasy as they mashed their tits deep into each other.
Malin had her eyes closed, lost in the moment. But Susann could see by the concentrated look on Ebba’s face that the bottom girl was up to something.
Very slowly Ebba entangled one long leg from Malin’s and suddenly did trust her thigh upwards, deep between Malin’s thighs. The Top girl gave a startled yelp followed by cries of joy. Susann realized with a tingle in her crotch that Ebba’s thigh was rubbing right into Malin’s pussy lips.
Malin released her grip on Ebba’s wrists and jumped up, to a kneeling position. Ebba trying to press her advantage followed suit and the two bodies reunited with both athletes sitting on their knees. In that position each fighter could press a long thigh into the others crotch. They had started to kiss furiously, their wet tongues swirling back and forth between their open mouths. Their eyes wide open, locked together in a mutual stare.
Susann gaped open mouthed as the two started humping each other’s thigh vigorously, their upper bodies pressed together by a bear-hug-like embrace. Amazed Susann knew she was not witnessing simple sex. She could see in the eyes and in the snarling faces of both women, that they where still fighting each other.
Maybe this was more of a fight than the friendly tussle it had started with.
Suddenly a yelp escaped her lips that was heard by the two opponents.
With her wrestling reflexes kicking in, Susann jumped back and pressed her back against the wall, holding her breath.
“What was that” she heard from the room
“Nothing, maybe a bird, you take every excuse to escape our battle, don’t you?”
“Bitch! I will fuck you blind and you know it”
“Then bring it baby. Let’s do it properly” Susann could her the movement of a body shifting position.
“Tribadism sexfight, Bitch” the same voice whispered huskily “first to cum losses”
“I will fuck you down” the other voice hissed excitedly
“I will make you whimper below my body”
“I will make you scream, little slut”
Chapter 5: The most beautiful challenge
More body movement followed. Susann dared not to breathe.
“Ready”
“More than ready”
Both girls sounded over-excited and maybe both voices were shaking a bit with uncertainty.
Susann heard a little, wet smack, than a high pitched, duel-voices gasp which turned into synchronized yelps and screams.
Susann risked taking a look again. What she saw in that little two-bed-apartment was the most beautiful, sexiest thing she ever encountered in her whole live.
Those two world class athletes, those Swedish kämpen, had locked their long-limbed, sinewy, goddess-like bodies together, pussy to pussy. They were locked crotch to crotch with their legs scissored around each other, sitting on their butts, their lite upper bodies leaning backward and were holding each other in that position with a tight grasp on the rival’s medal-ribbon. Their heads were tilted back in ecstasy, while their lower bodies pumped into each other rhythmically with contractions of their incredible belly muscles.
Susann was mesmerized and could not help masturbating again while googling around the corner.
She gasped when all the sudden, both fighters flexed their bodies upward. They were in a bridge, hands and feet pressed into the mattress. Their tight asses high in the air. Susann realized that their labia’s must be pressed even deeper into each other now. Both faces were twisted with concentration which deepened with each small trust of their hips.
Susann guessed that both were fighting with all their might to keep an orgasm down. “First to cum losses” she remembered.
Again, and again they rotated their hips into each other, both were fighting for breath with ragged gasps. This could not go on much longer, Susann tried to keep her own mounting orgasm down not to miss a single second of this battle of the Swedish shieldmaidens.
Then, in a blink of the eye it happened. A strange clucking sound escaped Malin. Ebba, sensing weakness, pressed on and Malin collapsed backwards, her body started shaking. Ebba was on top of her in a milli-second. Malin was shaking in an enormous orgasm. For a tiny moment Ebba was grabbing Malin’s chin and licked over the open, screaming lips. Then satisfied Ebba let her own orgasm flow.
Both women were kicking and screaming like in trance, but Susann could hear the despair in Mailn’s screams as clearly as the joy in Ebba’s.
Susann had been stroking herself furiously but had managed to control herself not to miss a single beat of the sight in front of her.
But when both fighters had started shaking and collapsed down, Susann finally let go and did cum hard on her own fingers. She did not realize at that moment, that she was screaming.
Chapter 6: Caught
Suddenly Ebba sprang up and jumped toward the door, to late Susann had reacted through the cloud of her orgasmic mind what was happening. She had tried to turn around, but Ebba had already opened the door and had grabbed the wrestler by the hair and dragged her inside.
Malin stood up as well and Susann was flanked now by two women so much taller than herself, that her eyes were level with both Jumpers formidable nipples.
“What have we got here” Malin purred like a cat
“Did you enjoy the show, pervert” Ebba hissed
“I quite think she did, Ebba” Malin whispered and grabbed Susann’s cum covered hand
“Wait, you’re the wrestler who made it to the finals today” Ebba realized and let go of Susann’s hair.
The tall blondes looked intrigued, than they started asking questions, talking at the same time:
“Do you often sexfight other wrestlers?” “Do you cum during matches?” “Does an orgasm weaken you so much that you lose?” “Or does it give you the extra surge to win?” “Did you ever cum simultaneously with your opponent?”
Susan’s face went bright red as she stammered “Wait. What? No? I..I..never did something like that”
Both looked stunned. “Never?” “I thought all female athletes do this”
Both sat down on the bed and looked intrigued. Susann was thankful that she no longer had to cramp her neck looking up.
“So, you constantly compete physically with other strong, fit, sexy girls…” Malin whispered while pushing her index finger between the rims of Susann’s top and jeans
“…rolling around, skin to skin, muscles strained, adrenalin pumping…” Ebba purred while tracing her finger over the bit of belly-skin Malin had exposed
“…and you never became horny during it” Malin asked bluntly while pushing Susann’s shirt upward, exposing her sexy, muscular belly.
Both jumpers stared at Susan’s beautiful deep belly button, than up at the green eyes of the wrestler.
“Well…actually…there is...well, my opponent in the final and I, we have a bit of history”
Ebba and Malin grinned brightly “Tell us everything”
And Susann told the story of her rivalry with the beautiful Spanish luchadora as best as she could while being heavily distracted by two tongues flickering in and out of her navel, fingers opening her jeans, hands sensually caressing her legs and her butt.
By the time she had finished, she was naked, and the two tall athletes sitting on the bed in front of her admired her body.
It did feel awkward but Susann was after all very comfortable, if not to say proud, about her body.
As expected for a 53kg class wrestler she was very short and light. Her shoulders were broad, and her long arms had small but steely muscles. Her medium-sized breast stood proud and perky and her belly was flat as a board with hints of a sixpack underneath. Her legs were short but very strong and her ass-cheeks were round and full but hard as steel. Above her pussy was a small, well-trimmed triangle of flame-red pubic hair, standing out from her very white skin-tone.
The Jumpers pulled her closer and Susann’s thoughts were washed away when each of her nipples was caressed by a skillful tongue and soft lips, while 4 sets of fingers explored every part of her body.
Her moans turned into little screams when both tongues met inside her deep belly button. She could feel the cold metal of their medals against her legs.
Malin and Ebba were giggling like little girls and somehow, this got Susann annoyed. A thought formed in her head and pushed the fog of ecstasy to the side: “Not their plaything, show them you are not their plaything!”
Without forewarning Susann pushed. Both Jumpers landed on the bed with a yelp of surprise, instantly Susann was above them, planting one thigh against each Jumper’s crotch, and pulling both women’s head inward to attack both pairs of lips with her tongue.
Susann had never kissed another woman. Now she was tonguing two at the same time. She could feel the softness of female skin and the steel-hard muscles moving underneath it, and each of her tits was pressed against the breast of a different person at the same time.
When two answering tongues came out to meet her own, encircling it wet and fleshy, her brain went into overload.
She could not prevent Ebba rolling over her and Malin turning her. Now she was still on top of the other two but with her back to them. She could feel two sets of rock-hard nipples pocking into her back and side. Two wet, hairless pussies were pressed tightly into her ass-cheeks and each of her legs was tangled with a set of incredible long strong, toned legs and a strong hand was fondling each of her perky tits.

Ebba and Malin started kissing and licking Susann’s face from each side.
Unexpectedly Susann felt a cold touch to her nipples and opened her eyes. She saw that both were rubbing their gold medals over the tips of her erected rods.
“For good luck” Ebba whispered
“Bring one of these home” Malin purred.
And then, leaving the medals on Susann’s tits, each entered a finger deep into the wrestler’s pussy. Susann moaned, soon she screamed, and an incredible orgasm shock her young body in a strength she had never thought possible.
The orgasm had just ebbed away when “Your turn” was whispered in both of Susann’s ears. The two jumpers wriggled out from underneath her and sat upright on her thighs, each grabbed one of Susann’s hands and gently dragged it towards their own pussies. Susann got the hint and entered two fingers deep into each hot, wet and tight tunnel. Instinctively she knew what to do and soon she could watch amazed how the two god-like bodies were shaking and swinging above her, the subtle movement of each muscle visible under the tanned skin. The blonde hair was flying as each was shaking her head in orgasmic ecstasy.
Both collapsed down on Susann, and the wrestler felt as happy as never before. “Thank you” she whispered to them while holding each body close.
Ebba and Malin had opened a whole new world to her, Susan had never felt as alive.
To be continued…
the next Chapters will focus on Silvia and her adventures during the same day.

[kamafight]

The referee shouted at them to stop and had tried to sperate them but it took each girls coach to grab them and drag them apart.

wow spear, good stuff my man.

[Maritalkombat]

Meant to reply to this when you first posted. This is a great start. Can't wait to see where it goes. It makes me even more excited for opening ceremonies! Thanks for the content Spear.

[apenman]

Spear,

I'm really enjoying this story! Nice work! Looking forward to the next chapters.

A.Penman

[kingofdapirates1]

Yeah, this is great. I tried to find some constructive criticism, but right now I'm just enjoying it to much. Looking forward to more.

[Spear]

wow, thank you all for the nice feedback.
I have to admit that I was a bit frustrated, nor one reply in the first week, so thank you a lot for the kind words.
I try to post the next part this week

[YuriLesboLover]

I’m excited to see more. That was a great threesome. Although, I’ll be skipping the MvM stuff.

[Spear]

I’m excited to see more. That was a great threesome. Although, I’ll be skipping the MvM stuff.

I will set a warning for male involvment and MvsM content

[Spear]

Chapter 8: Three days earlier: Silvia
Silvia had won her semi-finals in the in the Olympic Women’s Freestyle Wrestling Tournament, Bantam-wight – 53kg Division.
After spending the evening with her boyfriend Antonio, a swimmer in the Spanish Team, she was one her way back to the big apartment-block in the Olympic village. Her eyes wandered up the front of concrete balconies to the floor she knew Swedish women were housed. She wondered if her rival Susann was in her room somewhere up there.
For a moment she felt the desire to go up and find her, but to do what, she asked herself? What could be the outcome of a meeting 3 days before their big final? Shaking her head, she dismissed the notion and went to the Spanish floor.
The hallway was deserted and quiet, Silvia decided to leave the light out, not to wake anyone and sneaked along the corridor towards her room. It was dark, but a bit of light was shining through the open door of a common room halfway to her apartment.
Unexpectedly, Silvia heard some strange sounds from that common room. There was some suppressed grunting and heavy breathing. And a sound she knew well, the sound of two bodies grappling with each other.
Intrigued Silvia crept nearer and was astonished by the sight in front of her.
In the middle of the otherwise deserted common room, two women where tussling. They were bend down, had each other in a headlock while pulling at each other’s dark brown hair. Both were trying to off-balance the other with kicks and leg-sweeps while whispering curses at each other.
Silvia could not see their faces but for a moment she admired the view of two full round butts in very tight jeans, pressed side to side, highlighted by the bend-over position of the fighters.
Silvia stepped boldly into the room
“Hi Ladies”
With a surprised yelp both released their headlocks and straightened up to turn around. Silvia noticed that both kept their grip on the other’s long brown hair.
Silvia let her eyes wander up their bodies:
Both were of the same height, quite a bit taller than herself. They had powerful, short legs with their thigh-muscles visible through the close-fitting jeans. Curvy hips transitioned to a flat belly, a tiny stretch of bronze-colored belly skin was visible between the jeans and their tight crop-tops. Two sets of full, round breasts were heaving up and down with every deep breath. Their shoulders were very broad, their naked arms muscular. Each woman tried to look at Silvia without taking her eyes of the opponent, their pretty faces still dominated by angry snarls.
Big powerful hands were still clawed into long, brown, curvy hair. Both women’s skin was tanned but of a lighter color than Silvia’s. Both women gave the impression of power and stamina with their compact, sturdy bodies and their determined expressions.
She recognized both of them. In fact, one was the sister of a friend of hers. Crossing her arms and slightly tilting her head she asked:
“Amaia, Anni, why are the captains of our Rugby and Water Polo teams fighting each other in the middle of the night?”
Both faces went bright red. They turned fully towards Silvia, but both kept their tight grip of the others hair.
“Ah, well, it’s because of Eva” Anni stuttered
“Captain of the Netherlands Field Hockey Team” Amaia stammered
“I met her at the opening ceremony, flirted her up”
“Come on, she clearly flirted with me, you just stood next to us and gawped ”
“Dream on, Bitch, you crashed into our talk like a bulldozer when we were checking us up”
Both glared at each other, Silvia could see that the hairpulling was intensive by both girls.
“I would have had a date with her already, without your meddling, YOU SLUT” Anni spat, turning toward her rival. Amaia slammed her tits against Anni’s and hissed:
“Bitch, you ruined it for me, SHE LIKES ME”
Silvia briefly thought about the many times Anni’s sister and team-mate Clara had tried to flirt with her quite aggressively. Clearly Anni, as well as the rugby player Amaia, was as determined to score a lesbian hookup at the Olympics as Clara was.
She stepped forward and tried to get her hands in between the rival’s bodies to separate them, it was like trying to dig into a stone wall.
Hush, be quite, someone will hear you” she whispered “So you both fancy her. But what’s up with the late-night wrestling?”
Both captains turned their faces towards Silvia but stayed body to body and kept the hairpulling up.
“She is getting tiered of us competing” Amaia told disgruntled.
“She told us, to solve it between us, once and for all” Anni said.
“She will date the better woman”
Silvia was confused “What do you mean, better woman?”
The two rivals separated (but kept a steady pull on each other’s hair) and stared at her.
“Well, better, you know. Hotter, sexier” Amaia said
“The better fuck, you know how it goes” Anni added
Silvia felt her cheeks turning red “How would you possible measure any of this” she asked curiously
Both looked so flabbergasted, that they even forgot to tug at the hair.
“You’re a wrestler, don’t you do this all the time” Anni asked
“Come on, with all the close physical contact” Amaia smiled “you must be so horny after a fight, you certainly do it, don’t you”
“I….really… I have no idea what you are talking about” Silvia stammered
Amaia leaned in really close from the left, Silvia flinched a bit as the brunettes tit brushed against her own, then the polo player whispered into her ear “Well, the hot and sexy could be decided by an impartial judge, of course, but for the better woman…”
Anni leaned in from the right and brushed a few black hairs away from Silvia’s ear and finished the sentence “… you need a sexfight”
“Tribadism” Amaia augmented when Silvia still looked confused
“Scissoring” Anni added, then “Pussyfighting”
“But we can’t use our rooms, we both have roommates” Amaia said grudgingly
Silvia was shocked and intrigued at the same time slowly and deliberately she said:
“I have a single apartment; you could come to my room”
Both brunettes smiled at her, then hooked herself under on of Silvia’s arms. “Let’s go and do it”
Before Silvia knew what was happening, they were in her room, with the two team-captains toe to toe and nose to nose in front of her.
Chapter 9: Undressing the Spanish girls
“First to cum gives up on Eva” Anni declared right into her rivals mouth.
“Of course” Amaia answered, her lips brushing along Anni’s with each word
Silvia gasped
Both turned towards her
“You really never...” Anni started
Silvia interrupted her “No, I never thought something like this exists”
“Than it is even sweeter of you to take us in” Amaia smiled and gave Silvia a little peck on the lips.
Not to be outdone Anni did the same, but let her lips linger a little longer.
Amaia forced herself in-between and planted a big smooch onto Silvia.
Before Silvia could react she was caught in the middle of a kiss-fight between the rival’s. Soft, full lips were moving back and forth over her mouth and two sweet, wet tongues were wrestling each other right between her teeth.
She had never before kissed another women, know two sexy sport-stars were tongue-fighting right in her mouth and her hands were exploring two muscular asses at the same time. The feeling was intoxicating.
With a loud smack the three sets of lips separated. All of them were fighting for breath.
“I have an idea” Amaia said “Silvia, would you undress us? In the case of a draw in our sexfight, the one you declare hotter will win”
“Good idea” Anni smiled at Silvia. Then she hissed at Amaia “but there won’t be no draw. I fuck you right through the mattress, slut”
“I fuck you until you pass out, bitch” Amaia spat back.
“Okay, I do it” Silvia said “but you are under my command until I am finished, agreed”
Both girls nodded quickly.
“Then remove your tops” both followed and Silvia did the same.
She slowly walked around the two rivals who were facing each other again and ran her fingers over the soft skin of their backs and shoulders and admired the muscles underneath. Then she ogled the powerful six-packs and traced their navels with her fingertips.
Smiling she knelt down and positioned their bodies in a way, that their bellies formed a V with the opening to the side. She carefully arranged that the side rims of their deep navels touched but she could still see and touch both of them from the open V. She did lean forward, her cheeks gracing belly-muscles until she could stick her tongue into the hollow space formed between their belly buttons. Both team-captains gasped from the touch and Silvia felt powerful. She wriggled the tip of her tongue in and out their navels. It made both girls moan softly, then she used her tongue to place a large drop of saliva on the upper rim of the belly buttons, she retreated and pushed the bellies right into each other, trapping her saliva inside the jointed navels.
Silvia stepped back to admire the sight of the two powerful females plastered together full-frontal. Somehow the sight of two flat bellies pressed so tightly into each other made her crotch tingle. Their feet were dug into the carpet and their strong thighs strained to put as much force against the opponent as possible. Their full round buts looked perfect in the tight jeans. Their bra’s were still separating the rival’s tits but some flesh from their large breasts was already touching, it had spilled over the rim from the tight press.
Anni and Amaia were staring at each other nose to nose but waited patiently for Silvia’s next move.
Silvia slowly moved around them, running her fingers over every feature of their bodies and through their long brown locks. She opened both bra clasps.
“Turn around, I want you back to back” Silvia whispered. Reluctantly both followed the command, unwilling to break the body-press or the eye contact.
Instantly both brunettes started to press their full asses and their broad shoulders and backs into each other. Silvia removed the bra’s and had a great view of two set of big, round sets of breasts standing proud with erected nipples. She removed her own bra and stepped closer to caress both sets, one with each hand.
Then she stepped in front of Amaia, who smiled at her seductively despite the strain from the back-to-back press. Silvia moved her thigh in-between the jeans-clad thighs of Amaia and pressed her body to the water-polo-player’s. The feeling of soft skin was incredible, and the moment her tits melted into the bigger set of Amaia made her moan. During this, her fingers searched for Anni’s jeans button and zipper and opened them from behind. After a quick kiss on Amaia’s lips, she moved around the pair to be in front of Anni. This time she was a bit more courageous and pressed her nipples into Anni’s. She felt Anni’s tits engulf her own and Anni’s rock hard nipple pressed her own set backwards into her aureoles. They kissed and Silvia opened Amaia’s jeans during it.
Slivia stepped back to the side and took a moment to catch her breath. Her thoughts wandered to Susann her beautiful arch-enemy. How would it feel, to go nipple to nipple with her? Silvia was sure, their breast would be more evenly matched, and her nipples would be fully erected in that situation, who would bend, who would stand?
Shaking the irritating thought away she stepped forward and pulled the jeans and slips down. Feeling each other’s naked butt-cheeks made both rival’s moan and instantly they intensified their back-to-back duel, rubbing their full asses deep into each other.
Silvia undressed herself and watched the two bodies pushing and pressing back to back.
She made a bold decision.
She stepped in, pressed her body against the sides of the rivals and her fingers on one tit each. Slowly her fingers wandered down, her index-finger’s tip rested for a moment pressed inside each rival’s belly button, then her hands wandered down again and touched both girls’ pubic lips. All three of them gasped.
Silvia’ index finger slowly entered into both pussies and her mind went to that moment in Finland, when her finger had touched the pussy lips of her arch-enemy, separated only by the thin spandex. And suddenly a picture formed in her head: Wrestling Susann naked and pressing her down to the mat, her fingers pleasuring her enemy until Susann would scream and wriggle, until Susann would cum, trapped and controlled by her own body on top of the blonde.
Shocked by the thought Silvia retracted her hands from the swollen, wet pussies. She took a deep breath and decided it was time to see, what these two beauties did mean, when they had said they wanted to “sexfight” and what was that tribadism all about?
She whispered in both rivals ears: “Ready to fight?”
“YES” both screamed
“You want it?” Silvia asked
“YES” both screamed even louder
“Have you ever fought each other like that?” she asked
Both shock their heads
“Have you ever seen each other naked?”
Again both shock their brunette locks.

Silvia smiled in anticipation.
“Okay, I want you to turn around slowly and have a good look, the fight starts at my command”
Both turned around and let their eyes roam hungrily up and down the perfect body of their rival. They were so similar in build and beauty, that Silvia could understand how the Dutch girl they were fighting about, did not know which one to choose for an Olympic flirt. But after the last minutes, she could not understand how the Dutch hockey player could miss the opportunity to let them fight in front of her.
Chapter 10: The team-captains duel
The team-captains of the female Spanish water-polo and rugby teams glared at each other, every muscle in their naked bodies tensed and ready to strike. They awaited Silvia’s signal.
“Go” she screamed. The two powerful sportswomen sprang at each other, they collided and were thrown back by the force of the impact. They jumped again, with a loud smack their bellies and tits clashed, and their limbs tangled together. Snarling at each other they fought aggressively, each trying to overpower her rival with sheer strength. Soon they grabbed hair and were spinning each other around the room fighting limb to limb.
After a while they released each other, frustrated by their stalemate.
Silvia watched them circle around each other, like two matadoras ready to strike, searching for the opening to set the sting. Gracefully like flamenco dancers they moved around each other.
“What about that sexfight” she asked innocently. Both fighters stared at her for a second. Then their eyes met in an unspoken challenge.
Both girls opened their arms wide and moved forward exposing their strong bodies. Slowly they moved until their full breast came into contact. Both fighters shivered as their nipples started to circle each other. They screamed when their nipples pressed deep into the rival areoles and soon their nipples were lost in the mass of tit-flesh that mushroomed together deeply. With a smacking sound their bellies collied, their legs intertwined.
Silvia inhaled sharply as the two team-captains jammed their tongues together violently and their mouths engulfed each other in the hungriest, wildest kiss she had ever seen.
She could not help it, her crotch was yearning to be touched and soon her fingers stared to pleasure herself while she watched the entangled bodies scramble.
The fighters hit the bedframe with their knees and fell onto Silvia’s bed. Rolling away from each other both sat up on their ass, knees in the air, toes on the mattress, legs spread wide. It did look to Silvia as if they wanted to present their swollen, naked pussies to each other. Their gazes were looked together in anger.
Without a word both crab-walked forward until their hungry pubic lips were right in front each other.
“Eva’s mine” Amaia hissed
“She’s mine” Anni spat back
They slammed their pussies into each other with a wet smacking sound that send shivers down Silvia’s spine. Her fingers increased the tempo of her masturbation with her eyes fixed on the interconnected pubic lips that were rubbing deeply together, smearing each women’s wetness into the others pussy.
Both leaned back their upper bodies to put as much pressure into their crotch-press as possible, arms stretched, their hands clawed into the mattress. Both cast their heads back, breaking eye contact and concentrated all their willpower to the interlocked pussies that were rubbed into each other by the movements of their hips. Eyes closed, hair hanging down all the way to the mattress they fought almost silently. The only thing Silvia could hear were their ragged breathing and the wet grinding sounds of their most intimate duel.
Silvia looked down on them, her eyes traveling up and down both exposed, bodies. Each was tensed like a bow, from their stretched-backward necks, over their proud erected breast that jiggled with every gyrating of their hips, to the six-pack muscles moving around their deep belly-buttons down to the point where their bodies were locked together.
She could see on both faces that the battle was tacking it’s toll, lust and exhaustion could be seen in both their expressions, their bodies were now covered in a layer of sweat.
Silvia wondered how long this could go on, when she saw a change on Anni’s face. The water-polo-player was biting her lips and her features became twisted in concentration. Silvia could guess that the brunette’s lust was overpowering her will to fight and an orgasm was building up.
Suddenly Anni changed tactics and instead of the mutual grinding they had settled into, she heavily rammed her pussy against Amaia’s. The rugby-player yelped, and her head shot upward and was met by a grin from her rival. Instantly Amaia returned the favor and soon both were ramming and bumping their labias against each other with as much force as they could gather in their interlocked position. Both fighters were screaming with each trust like female tennis players.
Their breasts shock with each impact and hadn’t stopped jiggling until the next impact rocked them again.
Suddenly a random thrust changed the game again, both rival’s looked shocked and stopped their movement with their pussies deeply together, both were screaming and Silvia, looking down on them, guessed that their clits had met each other with that final thrust. The two matadoras had locked themselves into a clit-duel that would not end before one of them would orgasm.
All of a sudden Amaia tried to retreat, her gaze broke, and her body started to spasm. Anni pressed on and thew her arms around her rival to keep them locked. And in that aggressive embrace Amaia did cum hard and heavy. The whole body of the rugby captain shock while she screamed in anguish and pleasure.
“Yes, yes, cum for me” Anni screamed into the face of her foe. “Eva is mine, SAY IT”
Amaia nodded under tears and collapse crying onto Silvia’s bedsheet.
Chapter 11: Spoils of war and fixing problems
Anni suddenly grabbed Silvia around the waist and pulled the wrestler down towards herself.
Silvia did not resist and jammed her leg between Amaia’s thigh. She could feel the winner’s thigh press against her own swollen labia. Silvia pressed her body down to feel as much flesh as possible and their tongues met. Soon they came to a mutual orgasm, their lower legs entwined over the body of the beaten Amaia.
Silvia sat up slowly, glowing with the glorious excitement of the wildest experience in her whole life.
She looked down on the two girls lying on her bed.
Anni was lying on her bed, legs and arms spread wide, a bright grin on her face and her eyes blazing with happiness.
Amaia was curled to a fetal position and tears were streaming down her beautiful face.
Silvia felt deeply sorry for the loser, she was reminded of the bitter losses in her wrestling career.
Suddenly she remembered why they all where here, in this foreign country, in this concrete block packed with the best female athletes on the planet.
The captain of the mighty Spanish 7er rugby team, one of the favorites for the Olympic title, was reduced to a sobbing mess. This was bad news for her proud nation, and she was partially responsible for that situation.

Her mind raced, then a smile formed around Silvia’s lips. She thought about Anni’s sister Clara who had tried so hard to seduce her during the opening ceremony. Silvia leaned down to Anni and whispered into her ear. The water-polo captain nodded and together they helped Amaia back to a sitting position and brushed the tears from her cheeks. Anni whispered into her beaten rival’s ear and a small smile came back on the rugby-players face.
The rival’s hugged and Anni left. Amaia stayed a while longer. Lying on the bed, snuggled against Silvia they idly caressed each other and talked about winning and losing. Silvia told her all about her bitter rivalry with her Swedish arch-enemy. Never before had she shared all the little secrets, both of them got horny again during the story and they fingered each other to a sweet, little orgasm.
Amaia left with some of her dignity restored and Silvia felt asleep exhausted and happy.
To be continued with Part 2: The Final and the Fight
I have started part 2 but it will take some weeks. School holidays have started and the kids need looking after, but we have the actual, real olympics to fuel our fantasies in the meantime :-)