Re-Post of Olympia in one post

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By request I re-post this story as well, formating should be cleaned up now and nothing missing, hopefully no sensoring will appear this time


Olympia
Part 1: Before the Final
Chapter 1: Susann’s thoughts in the Locker Room
Susann, a stunningly beautiful, light but muscular woman with almost 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 seperate 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 a 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.
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 graphically.
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 quiet 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.
Both fighters suddenly released the others medal and both girls’ shoulders slammed into the mattress, cunts still connected tightly. Each wrapped her incredibly long legs around the upper body of the other. Laying down, they grasped each other’s hands to pull themselves even closer.
Susann could see that their pubic lips were pressed so deeply together, that the insides of their labias touched each other.
Again, and again their powerful belly muscles rotated their hips against 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 screamed, her body started shaking. Ebba was on top of her in a milli-second and slammed her body down onto her rival’s. 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, then 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 six-pack 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.

Chapter 7: Silvia’s thoughts in the locker room
Silvia was wriggling herself into her tight-fitting, red spandex singlet. Her big brown eyes were fixed on the beautiful redhead opposite her, who was struggling a blue singlet over her creamy-white skin.
Silvia was a small, stunningly beautiful Spanish women with skin the color of milk-coffee and long, shiny, straight black hair.
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”
Silvia’s eyes burned from staring straight into the deep green eyes of her arch-enemy, she refused to blink or break eye contact even for a second, as was her rival.
Silvia’s mind wandered back 4 years, to the moment she had locked her gaze for the first time with these green eyes. Back to the moment they had clashed like hellcats in their first international match, ending in a double DQ. Silvia would never forget the hatred she had felt after the fight, the way they had stared at each other. Never had she thought herself capable of such a hate, but at the same moment she had never felt that connected with another human being. In that seconds while their coaches had dragged them away from each other, Silvia knew that every neuron in both their brains had been set on the same thing: fighting each other.
That moment had haunted her in countless dreams – Silvia would not admit to herself that it had been wet dreams.
Then, one year later in Switzerland she had walked towards the big tableau of the tournament and there she was.
Silvia’s heart had started to race as her eyes fell on the unruly red locks and the perky full ass of her arch-enemy. Susann was tracing her own path with her index finger. Silvia had stepped beside her and did the same. No word was spoken between them while their fingers wandered up, up, and met at the semi-finals. Only now they acknowledged each other with a side glance. And the second her eyes met these green ones, the fire burned inside Silvia. They grinned at each other with the sheer delight that they could set their bodies against each other again.
Watching each fight of Susann in the tournament was pure torture, oh how much Silvia had wanted that semi-final, every little advantage of Susann’s opponents had given Silvia a near heart attack. But Susann had dominated every match, as had Silvia.
Finally they had stood face to face on the mat. Emotions had rushed through Silvia’s mind like never before. They had leaned forward I the typical wrestling starting position, locked up, tested each other out. Then they had come forehead to forehead, something that had happened many times before in Silvia’s wrestling matches. But this time it had been different. A shudder had gone through her body, right down to her groin. Their eyes had been so close to each other, that the green irises of her arch-enemy had filled all of Silvia’s vision and she had felt how their eyebrows had intertwined. Instantly, her nipples had hardened and her belly had tingled.
The fight had been hard but within the rules, but Silvia had to fight down these unwanted feelings of physical attraction while they rolled and grappled and fought body to body, skin to skin.
The end came as a shock, Susann had been in the offense, on top of Silvia and had used a dirty little hair-pull, invisible to the Ref, to off-balanced Silvia for a split-second, enough to push the Spaniard’s shoulders down.
Never would Silvia forget the triumph in the eyes of that cheating bitch.
Silvia had been crushed and devastated. But the dirty trick had made it more bearable. After all she had not lost a fair fight. And she had known, that they would meet again, the world of high-level amateur wrestling was small enough. They would meet and Silvia would be ready.
And finally, after two years, they had faced each other again. A semi-final in Finland. Silvia had been more than ready, all her live-energy had been devoted to that re-match.
She had soon realized that Susann had not been idle. Their battle had been on another level, both had much more experience, more strength, more wisdom.
But when their bodies had locked up, the old excitement, the tingle down below in the belly, the unwelcome arousal, had been even stronger than before.
Susann had been penalized with a ground position and Silvia had the opportunity to attack from above. As expected Susann pressed herself to the ground and made herself as unmovable as possible. The usual tactic was to turn the defender around by the thigh and shoulder. But Silvia had set her hand right between the Swedish wrestlers legs. Her hand had grasped the crotch hard. Silvia could feel the swollen labia, she could even feel her middle finger slide between the pubic lips. Susann yelped, lost her concentration and Silvia turned her around, mounted her and pressed her shoulders down.
The best part had been, that they had been face to face, brow to brow in the second Susann’s shoulders had hit the floor. The glorious, sweet moment when the shock broke the gaze of her enemy. To Silvia, nothing could ever feel sweeter than that moment.
Last year Silvia’s career had reached its highest point so far. She had become European Champion in their weight-class of 53kg. But, in Silvia’s mind, the Swedish Bitch had taken some of the joy out of the title. Susann had screwed up in her semi-final. Silvia was watching from the audience as the redhead fumbled and faltered against an inferior opponent. Again and again Susann’s eyes had darted towards Silvia and each time the desperation in her gaze had grown. Silvia had sat there, helpless and had watched how Susann lost. And how Susann had prevented by her fumble the final against each other. The fight that would have broken the stalemate of 1:1. Susann had denied Silvia the opportunity to beat her, humiliate her, best her.
Silvia had won the final easily, much to easy, it had not been what she had wanted. Her hate had grown even more.
And then, later that year, the tide in their rivalery had turned again. Silvia had gone into the World Championship Tournament as one of the Favorits for the title. In hindsight she knew, that it had gotten to her head. She had been over-confident, and her first wins had made it even worth. And when Susan and herself advanced in parallel through the tournament, all her thoughts had been focused on the final and a battle against her arch-enemy.
It had come as a total shock, when Felicity, the blond US girl, had countered her over-cocky offence and easily scored the first points in their semi-final.
The rest of the match had been a desperate struggle to even the score against a equally strong and talented opponent. They had fought hard and spirited, and Silvia had to admit it, without her desperation it would have felt quite arousing. There had been a chemistry with the blonde’s body she had only felt with Susann before.
All her efforts had been in vain, Felicity haddefeated her early advantage through all rounds.
With the final whistle Silvia had sat on the mat, panting and her eyes had met Susann’s. The Swede had glared at her furiously, a feeling Silvia did know to well from earlier that year. Then something unexpected had happened.
Felicity had stepped between them and had caught Susann’s eyes, They had shared a staredown like the Spaniard and the Swede had done so often. Silvia had felt as devastated as never before, she had felt a raging jealousy burn inside her. And her hate for the Swedish Redhead had grown to a gigantic size. Neverhad she thought so much hate would be possible.
“Finalists please prepare” the system announced and roused Silvia from her thoughts.
Slowly Silvia and Susann stood up and faced each other hands at their hips.
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 quiet, 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 weSilviare 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.
Silvia 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 bellies collided and 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 bed-frame 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 its 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 loosing. 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.
Olympia Part 2
Chapter 12: Evening before the final – Susann (Attention: male involvement)
The night before the Final Susann visited her boyfriend Lasse over at the male quarters. She knocked at his room, her mind swirling with the fight of her life, the thoughts of her rivalery and the memories of her encounter with Malin and Ebba. He opened the door with his wide smile and his wavy side-parting of brilliant blonde hair. Susann’s mind crashed. She jumped up at his hip, curling her legs around him and started aggresivly kissing his shocked face. Before the boy knew what was happening she had ripped his cloth off.
When he started to talk, she pushed him hard in the chest which made him fall onto his bed (maybe he helped it a little, after all he was a head taller than her with a muscular swimmers body).
He watched her undress frantically and became very hard.
Before he knew it Susann had flung herself down on him with a feverish scream. Seconds later she was fucking his dick so hard, that he got quite worried for his best part. She rode him like a stallion, screaming and cursing, her red locks flying wildly through the air, her prefect breast shaking. Then she did bend down and grabbed his hands to pin the to the mattress. Her red hair fell down on him, tickling him in the face and on the chest. A strong orgasm rocked through Lasse’s body as she shot his juice into Susann but the girl did not release him, she kept riding him until she did cum herself screaming and cursing. Lasse noticed that she did not scream his name, it was the name of her arch-enemy she did yell while the orgasmic surge raced through her body and mind.
Chapter 13: Evening before the final - Silvia
On the night before the big final, Silvia had invited her boyfriend Antonio to her apartment. She opened the door and there he stood with his big warm smile and some flowers in his hand. His jaw dropped when he realized she was naked except for a big red flower tugged into her straight black hair which was tied in a traditional bun. His eyes widened in shock when she grabbed him by the collar and tugged him inside the room. The flowers flew into the air as she kissed him wild and feverishly. Then she pushed him down on the bed and undressed him with quick graceful moves. His dick was already hard when she spun around in a movement he knew from flamenco dancers and opened her hair. It circled around her, shinning in the light and suddenly she was on top of him and tock his cock deep inside herself. Then she rode him like a wildcat. She rode him so hard that he sometimes feared she would rip his dick out. Mercilessly she humped on him, her hair flying around her body. He did cum hard but she did not stop. She fucked him on and on, her fingers dug into his muscular chest, thankfully her fingernail had to be cut short, otherwise she would have drawn blood. Antonio was afraid she had lost her mind, so intense was the expression on her face. Suddenly she exploded into a wild orgasmic frenzy, he realized that the name she screamed again and again throughout her climax was not his own but the name of her arch-enemy.
Chapter 14: The Final
“Finalists please prepare” the address-system announced.
Slowly Silvia and Susann stood up and faced each other hands at their hips. Silvia in her red leotard, Susann in the blue one. Their eyes locked together in an unblinking stare, bright green eyes glaring into deep brown ones.
Slowly they walked forward until they were toe to toe and nose to nose. With their gazes burning into each other, both relished the feel of the others breath swirling against their lips and each savored the fragrance of the enemies skin and hair, that they had not smelt for so long.
Susann’s mind was swimming from all the sensory input that verified that her most hated rival, her arch-enemy was here, in front of her. Ready to fight the most important match of both their careers and the most important fight of their lives. The eagerness to battle Silvia, the hatred she did feel inside, were monumental. But the craving to feel her rival’ skin, the yearning to feel Silvia’s muscles flex and work against her own, were almost as strong.
Deep down inside her, sat a new though, kindled by Susann’s adventures three days ago. She could not help it but think about Silvia and herself entangled like the Swedish jumpers, going pussy to pussy. It would be the ultimate duel. Would her own sexual energy defeat the Spanish girls libido?
Susann could not have guessed, how equal Silvia’s thoughts were in that moment. In the spaniard’s mind, mental pictures appeared. Pictures of her own caramel colored skin entwined with the naked alabaster skin of her enemy. She imagined what would happen if she would press her pussy down into the Swedish girls pussy. Would Susann be bold enough to fight her like that? Who would prove sexier, hornier in that ultimate duel ?
Suddenly the locker room door flew open, both athlete’s staff stood there
“Come on” “Hurry” “What are you doing?” “It has to start”
Annoyed both wrestlers separated and let their entourage guide them away from each other and to the opposite sides of the mat. Here, under the bright spotlights, in front of half a dozen high-res cameras and in front of almost 1000 people, they would battle for the gold.
Their gazes linked to each other with their eyes burning deep into the rivals soul. Slowly they walked forward and shook hands. The referee gave the usual little speech to them but both fighters were so deeply in tunnel-vision, that not one word reaches their minds.
The signal to start was given, both bend down low to minimize the attackable surface. Still their mutual stare was unbroken, unblinking. They circled each other, their foreheads touched together and their burning eyes were now so close to each other, that their eyelashes touched.
Each wrestler tried to lung forward, grab a part of the opponent, get the first advantage but their skills equaled each other out.
Susann could feel that her red eyebrows were deeply intertwined with Silvia’s black eyebrows. The thought distracted her for a split-second. It was all that Silvia needed, the Spaniard’s arms flung up before the Swede could block it and Susann had been caught in a front headlock.
Frantically the Redhead tried to escape while the dark-haired Girl did hold the lock with all her might. They circled around the mat and suddenly Silvia’s fingers slip and Susann pushed her away.
Lightning fast the Swede used the second Silvia was out of balance to bend low and grab her leg.
For a moment Silvia dances around on one leg, the other one caught in the grip of her out of reach enemy. With amazing skill she jumped a legsweep by the girl in the blue leotard but a second sweep knocked her feet out. Silvia turns around in mid-air and crashes down on her front. The audience cheers loudly for that feat. But Susann is awarded the first 2 points of the match. Because Silvia had touched the border of the circle, Susann was not allowed to follow through and use a top position on her opponent. The score was Red 0 Blue 2.
Both returned to the middle of the mat, a could fury on Silvia’s face, a hint of satisfaction on Susann’s.
They faced off again but this time Silvia immediately took a high risk and dived below Susann’s defense, jumped at the blue fighters legs and took her down. But Susann managed to turn them around in the fall to land on top. 2 Points for Spain for the takedown but 1 point to Sweden for the reversal. The score was Red 2 Blue 3.
Panting heavily the wrestlers stood up to face each other again. Once again their eyes locked and each tried to test the defense of the Other with little faint attacks. Silvia, the girl in red, launched an attack at Susann’s legs but this time the Girl in blue was ready for it, she grabbed the Spaniard around the waist and hoisted the struggling fighter over herself in a beautiful executed suplex. But the black-haired fighter managed to twist around and land on top for 1 point. The score was Red 3 Blue 5.
This time the referee did not stop the fight and both rivals found themselves locked body to body in a fierce scramble to get the top position or pin the others shoulders down for the ultimate win.
Their intertwined limbs and being skin to skin, awoke something in both women.
A mutual headlock brought them face to face.

Susann’s face was above Silvia’s when an unexpected drop of sweat fell from Susann’s forehead onto Silvia’s lips. The salty tase of her hated rivals body fluid aroused an unbelievable lust in the Spanish fighter.
The unwanted lust fueled her anger and she managed to use that to slightly turn their intertwined bodies, so her face was no above the Swede’s. With mad satisfaction she watched drops of her on sweat sprinkle down on the hated face of the redhead.
Now their lips were really close to each other and Susann could feel her enemy’s breath on her lips. Each ragged gasp of Silvia, that entered into her own mouth, streamed over her lips and tongue and washed down into her own burning lungs made her hornier than she had ever been. Enraged by her feelings she wriggled out of her inferior position. But their equal strength brought them into a stalemate, limbs entwined and immobilize. Faces pressed cheek to cheek into each other with sweat mixing and the corners of their mouths touching.
Neither of them could break their mutual lock and the referee broke it up. Gasping for air they sat on the mat, and fixed their disarrayed buns. Their eyes met again and burned deep into each other. Both knew that the other was aroused and both hated the sought that the other did know it about herself, too.
Their lust for the rival did not lessen their hatred in any way. On the contrary, it did fuel it, the desire to control and overpower the Enemy had reached new heights.
The match went on with a firework of skills. A suplex from Silvia evened the score: Red 5 blue 5.
Seconds after the next lockup Susann swept the Spaniard off her legs but Silvia turned them around while hitting the mat. Red 6 Blue 7.
Silvia scored a point for rolling her opponent around. Red 7 blue 7.
Only 10 seconds where remaining on the clock. A last time they circled each other brow to brow. At the same time each pressed an attack and their spandex-clad bodies clashed together. By chance their lips met and both fighters gasped in shock but Susann, on instinct, closed her eyes for a split second. It was all Silvia needed.
With all her might the Spanish wrestler pushed forward, slinging her arms around the blue-clad rival.
Susann felt the fall backwards as if it was in slow motion, she tried to wriggle out, to turn them around but Silvia’s hold was perfect. Susann’s shoulders hit the mat and the wight of her hated Arch-Enemy crashed down on her body like a thousand tons. She had lost.
For a second their eyes met in disbelieve, then Susann’s gaze broke in desperation and Silvia’s eyes shone with the dawning realization. The Spanish wrestler jumped up and was swept away by hugs of her trainers and team.
Susann was left on the ground crying, oblivious by the efforts of her trainers to comfort her.
Chapter 15: In the shower
For Susann, the medal ceremony went by like a bad, hollow nightmare and she had to endure an interview by Swedish TV, the reporter gratulated her for the silver medal and an amazing fight.
Finally she was alone in the deserted locker room, she tossed the silver medal in her bag, and freed herself from the tight blue leotard.
Feeling empty inside she started to shower but after a few seconds she broke down and sat down on the tiles, crying her eyes, out with hot water pouring over her skin. Her soap bottle had fallen to the floor and was spilling out its content which slowly covered the floor with foam.
Susann had no idea how long she had sat there when suddenly the water stopped. Looking up she saw Silvia standing above her, stark-naked like herself.
Silvia was looking down on her beaten rival. Her gaze met the broken, tear-filled green eyes and conflicted feelings ran through her mind. She felt pity, she could rely to her enemy, she knew how easily their roles could have been swept, it had been a split-second that had decided the match.
But the feelings of triumph, of pure joy, of righteous revenge was stronger.
For a seconds after their eyes had met, both faces had been in neutral blandness. But now the harbinger of a smirk started to form around Silvia’s lips. Susann saw it and acted.
Before Silvia knew what was happening, Susan had kicked out and swept the dark-haired wrestler off her feet. The instant Silvia’s back splashed into the foamy floor, the Swedish redhead was upon her.
Susann landed upon her enemies body, crushing the air of the Spaniard’s lungs.
Susann’s rage-twisted face filled all of Silvia’s vision, when to the Spanish girl’s utter shock, Susann’s lips slammed hard into her own and a tongue was invading her mouth and pressed against her own.Silvia’s brown eyes widened in shock
For a second none of them moved. Both lay perfectly still, while their minds had to process what was happening. The the taste of the most hated persons saliva, the feeling of the enemies skin, the hard nipples pocking into their soft tit-flesh.
The second passed. Hell broke loose. Silvia’s eyes slowly narrowed and suddenly her tongue sprang to live, tangling around the pink invader in her space. Susann had to overcome a mili-second of panic as her tongue was strangled and pulled deeper into hostile territory but soon she fought back vigorously, slapping and grappling with her pink muscle. She had the advantage of the upper position which made her saliva flow down into the rivals mouth.
Silvia used all her muscle power to escape the pin by her enemy but Susann pressed down with all her strength. Their bodies wriggled against each other, soon their legs had entwined and their arms were coiled around each other.
Suddenly their hard nipples scrapped against each other for the first time, both women gasped and broke the kiss with spittle flying in every direction.
Silvia used the moment to push, Susann aside and escape.
Both sat up a meter apart from each other. Panting heavily they glared at each other in hate.
Unexpectedly Silvia smiled, she pointedly liked her lips clean of her enemies saliva.
“So, you little bitch think, if you can’t beat me on the mat, you can beat me in … other ways?” she hushed.
“I can beat you in anything, BITCH” Susann spat “On the mat it could have easily gone the other way, we are evenly good out there and you know it”
“Maybe” Silvia said hesitantly “ but I have gold! LOOSER! And you have not answered my question” she hissed “You assaulted me WITH A FUCKING KISS, can you back it up, BITCH?”
Both felt fear and lust in their stomach as both knew were this conversation was going to.
Susann straightened up on her knees, showing off her lite, muscular body. Her alabaster skin was shining from the foam water slowly running down her body in little puffs. To her satisfaction she saw Silvia’s eyes wander up and down, drinking in every piece of her form.
“I can back it up, little slut, my body is better than yours and I can …I can fuck you down.”
Silvia was surprised by the open challenge, she sat up as well, her olive-skinned body looking like an exact double of her rivals.
“I will make you scream my name when you cum” she hissed.
Both extended their arms and their fingers interlocked. They pulled their bodies together. With a loud smack their wet skin crashed into each other as each tried to overpower the rival and push her down.
Every muscle in their athletic bodies was strained. Their tight belly muscles were competing directly against each other as each could feel the muscle fibers under the soft skin working against her own. Their navels moved up and down over each other, rubbing and sometimes sucking tight together, each contact send shivers through both women. Their Thighs were pressed together and each could sense the wet and hot pussy waiting behind the rival pubic mound.
Their mouths found each other again but this time, despite the fierce pushing duel, they kissed much more tender as each tried to overpower the rival sexually. With each flick of their tongue and each brush of their lips they tried to break the standstill of their equal muscle-power by proving their sexual superiority.
All the while their perfect round tits were smashed together. Every tiny sway of their battling bodies made their breastflesh move, rub and roll. Again and again their aureoles and their sensitive stiffed nipples came into contact sending waves of lust throughout their nerve systems.
Slowly Susann pushed her rival back millimeter by millimeter. Maybe her need to win was greater, slowly a frustrated Silvia was bend backwards until she could not hold it any longer and crashed down, the red-head on top of her.
Her wrestler-instincts kicked in the second her back hit the tiles and before Susann could enjoy her little victory Silva had rolled them around. But Susann was as experienced as her Arch-Nemesis and returned the roll immediately.
They started to roll back and forth through the foam, grunting and hissing. Their hands had found each others long hair and both were viscously pulling at it while their bodies slowly interlocked. Their legs had intertwined and each could feel the soft skin of the enemies inner thigh against her own.
Silvia was on top in the moment their thighs suddenly touched against the others pussy. Both screamed with the unexpected sensation. Waves of pleasure flooded up from their groins as their pubic lips started to grind against the enemies upper leg. Susann released Silvias hair and grasped her rivals ass to push the Spanish girl harder down onto her thigh, cancelling the effect of being on the bottom. She gripped Silvia’s firm butt and clawed her fingers into the muscular flesh to pull her enemy tighter against her leg.
Both rivals started to moan as waves of sexual pleasure washed through them. With sheer willpower both managed to keep their eyes wide open and fixed to the burning stare of the Other. Their whole bodies were sliding over each other, skin to skin. Bubbles of soapy foam squished out whenever parts of their skin separated for an eye-blink.
For the first time these bitter Enemies, two wrestlers who had been each others Arch-Nemesis for years, were linked body to body in a way both knew deep down, was the one and only true way to battle like women. A way, that evolution might have inserted into humankind back in the day their ancestors had lived in caves, or even earlier deep in the jungles. Back in the dawn of time, two alpha females bickering would have destroyed a tribe. A clash would have been inevitable, and from an evolutionary standpoint, to keep the sexually more productive female in the tribe, would have been more important than to keep the physically stronger one.
Their humping became more and more frantic, as orgasmic energy was building up in both of them. Susann realized with a jolt of joy, that Silvia had a much harder time, keeping her orgasm down then herself. The beautiful Spaniard had difficulties keeping her eyes open and her moaning became more intense with every breath. Susann went all in, pushing her body upwards to mush her tits deep into the perfect globes hanging above them. She arched upwards to press her belly so hard against Silvia’s flat muscular stomach, that their deep navels sucked together. She rubbed her leg deeper and harder into her rivals crotch. She could see Silvia’s deep brown eyes loosing focus, she could feel the quiver in the lite body above her. She knew she was almost there, she would make that bitch cum unto her…
…suddenly the sound of a door opening and many female voices speaking broke the silence around the fighting pair. The wrestlers of the next weight class had entered the locker room in front of the showers.
Silvia’s eyes focused and widened in shock, before Susann could stop her, the spaniard had sprung up and was hastily wrapping a towel around herself while running out of the shower room.
Susann was pounding her fists Ito the water in frustration, she almost had her, only a few seconds and she would have had her. Dismayed she stood up and slowly left the shower room wrapped in her own towel.
She found Silvia surrounded by female wrestlers who congratulated her heartily. To her surprise many wrestlers came towards herself to congratulate her on her great fight and her silver medal. She stammered some thanks but kept her eyes fixed on her enemy. Silvia was glancing over to her from time to time, she could see a smirk around the spaniards mouth, Silvia knew quite well how close it had been for her. But whenever their gazes met, Susann could see the unbroken hate and fighting spirit in her black-haired enemies eyes. It confirmed to Susann, that this was not over, Silvia wanted to finish their sexual battle as much as she did.
Soon members of the Spanish and Swedish Staff came in, wondering what took their new superstars so long, there where interviews to be held, photos to be taken, hands to be shaken. Soon the two rivals were separated and had lost sight of each other - for now.
Chapter 16: Confrontation in the park - Attention: Male Involvement
It had been the longest day, and maybe the best day in Silvia’s live. In the morning, she had beaten Susann, her enemy, her hated rival in the olympic final, wining gold. After the sexual aftermath in the shower, she had been occupied by a stream of interviews and photoshoots for various media, though she had not given much thought to her Swedish foe.
Now as the daylight was starting to change she finally had some free time. Silvia was taking a walk through the beautiful park of the olympic village. At her side, his strong arms around her shoulder, was her hunky boyfriend Antonio. He was a swimmer in the Spanish team, tall and handsome with a boyish smile and wavy black hair. Like herself he was wearing the official Spanish tracksuit bottom and zipper jacket in the Spanish colors red and yellow. They had been strolling around aimlessly, just relaxing and enjoying the quiet, when suddenly Silvia stopped, her body went rigid and her eyes narrowed.
Down the path she had spotted Susann.
The Swedish wrestler was walking hand in hand with Lasse, her boyfriend. A tall and broad-shouldered, good looking guy with a gorgeous face and light blonde hair in a side-parting that would make every mother-in-law swoon. Both were in blue and yellow Swedish team-tracksuits. The sunlight glittered on their blonde and bright red hair and exaggerated the vision of bodily perfection of the pair.
Susann stopped, she had seen Silvia finally. Their gazes met. The instance in which their brown and green eyes drilled into each other, both shook of their boyfriends and sprinted towards each other, screaming in rage. Both boyfriend, after a second of shock, set of after them, yelling for them not to do it. But to no avail.
Susann and Silvia collided in the middle of the dusty park trail. Their bodies slammed into each other hard, and their hands shot up to rip hair, both were kicking and screaming, spinning around each other in a circle of fury. Their men had caught up now, and were trying to entangle their respective girl from the ball of rage but to no avail.
Antonio made eye contact with Lasse, both knew they had to do something quick before someone, least of all someone from the media, caught this situation.
„Over there, behind the bushes“ Lasse said. And each grabbing his girl around the waist, they tracked the entangled fighters of the track. Behind the bushes they found a little hollow that was sheltered from view on all sides. None of the four had eyes for it at that moment, but it was quite a romantic place, surrounded by green, the evening sun was sending golden rays through the leaves.
Using their superior body strength, the men labored to separate the girls limb by limb. After a time both men stood behind their girlfriend, with a strong grip around her upper arms. Whispering into their ears to keep still and to at least keep their voice down.
Finally both wrestlers stopped struggling against the hold. Both were panting heavily and were staring daggers at each other. But they had stopped yelling curses and just glared into the hated eyes of their arch-nemesis. Their angry faces were covered in sweat and dust. Susann’s curly red locks were in total disarray, as were Silvia’s long black strands. Ripped out hairs, red and black, were sticking on both their sweaty faces.
Lasse was looking down on the two angry faces and somehow, he realized that he had rarely seen his girlfriend more sexy. But, at the same time, he did feel a strong desire for the raven-haired enemy of his girlfriend. He looked up and his eyes met Antonio’s. He instantly knew that the Spanish guy did feel the same way. Somehow, both men wanted nothing more in this moment, than to see their girls closer together.
Slowly they extended their arms a bit to give the wrestlers a little more space. Both girls leaned forward immediately, trying to escape the grips that held them back, but the boys held on with all their swimmer-strength.
Susann and Silvia leaned as much into each other as they could, their faces came almost nose to nose. Each tried viscously to bite at the other, their teeth clapped at the air but they could not reach the rival. After a few furious attempts both gave up and used the only parts of their body that could actually reach the enemy - their tongues.
Both boyfriends gasped, when two pink rods suddenly shot out lashed at each other, slamming wetly together in mid-air. Instantly both men got a boner, they had never seen anything as arousing in their lives.
The two furies were slapping with their tongues as hard as they could, spittle was flying through the air. Antonio and Lasse moved closer to their girls which gave the fighters a few more millimeters of leeway. Instantly both tried to wrap her tongue around the enemies, the slapping match had turned into wet, frantic tongue wrestling. Both could feel the erected cock of their boyfriend pressing against her but-cheeks.
After a while of furious kiss-fighting, their tongues started to tire and hurt and eventually they slipped out of each others grasp. Both fighters wrestler-instincts kicked in and they pulled their heads back, which slammed against the strong chests of their boyfriends and each girl arched their bodies back like a bow, ramming their bellies against each other. Both screamed when their mid-sections collied heavily, hard muscles against hard muscles. Their tracksuit tops had slid up a bit and so, a small stretch of skin above their track-pants had been revealed and now was pressed into the skin of the enemy.
Both women screamed in pleasure as her skin was reunited with the soft, hated, perfect, unbearable skin of her eternal enemy. They pressed so hard together that they could feel every muscle sinew under the skin of the other. Both tilted their head, that was pressed against their boyfriends chest, to look up at him through strands of hair.
„Lasse, please, give me her navel, I neeed her navel, NOW“ Susann purred at her man.
„Antonio, my dear, I must feel that bitch’s bellybutton, give it to me, I NEED IT“ Silvia whispered ecstatically .
Both men cautiously released one arm of their girlfriend and slowly, with trembling fingers, reach out to the other girls stomach. Both men did not even think about revealing their own girlfriends navel, they had been asked to give the rivals navel and in their sexually overheated state, they simply followed the order.
Fingertips simultaneously touched unclaimed skin. All four did shutter at the impact. Then each man gradually pushed the rim of the jacket upward until two perfect, deep, sharp-rimmed bellybuttons had been freed.
Both navels had a tiny roof of skin at the top and both sat perfectly between the strong but girlish belly muscles. Each man graced the tip of his index finger once around the prefect belly-button, then retreated and grabbed the free arm of his girl again.
None of them dared to breath while both girls slowly rolled their bodies upward until the lower rims of their navels kissed. All four could see how identical their navels were, the only visible difference was the skin tone surrounding the deep dent - alabaster white on one side, olive tanned on the other. Slowly, with shivering breath they pushed together until the little roofs touched, both girls moaned and the with a deep look into each others eyes they pushed all in. Their navels sucked together immediately and a scream escaped both girls.
All 4 of them had never felt as aroused as in that little moment, the two girls were pushing their flesh as hard into each other as possible. They screamed for their man to help pushing and both swimmers squeezed their strong bodies into the back of their girls. Their rock hard cocks were mashed deep into their girlfriends buttocks and both did shot a bit of pre-cum into their underpants.
The two female wrestlers were plastered together body to body, their faces were nose to nose and from their eyes a hatred blazed at each other, that could be sated only by one thing on the planet.
„You know what we have to do“ Silvia hissed
„I know and you know, Bitch“ Susann spat back.
They pushed their lips hard together, their noses flattened each other, their loathing eyes were eyelid to eyelid. Both took a deep breath, inhaling the air exhaled by the rival.
Lips pressed hard against lips they whispered one word in unison :
„SEXFIGHT“
Both man gasped, they had no idea what their girls were taking about but this little word sounded so secret, unbelievable, forbidden. Like pleasure and pain, hate and lust, all at once.
After it was out, both women relaxed. They told their man that they could release them, they would not fight here and now. In fact they were beyond the idea of a petty catfight and needed to sort some things out.
Somewhat reluctantly both men opened their hands but keep right behind their girls with their bodies in contact.
The Spanish Luchadora and the Swedish Kämpe kept their bodies pressed together. They even smiled at each other for a second, even so the smile did never reach their staring eyes. They wrapped their arms around the enemy, to grab the rivals butt. Both brushed against the bulk in the sweatpants of the others man.
„Woa, your boy seems happy to see me, bItch“ Susann teased.
„As much as you boy adoring me“ Silvia replied sharply and grabbed Lasse’s erected dick through the material of the tracksuit. Lasse gasped in shock. Antonio’s eyes narrowed but in that moment his own dick was squeezed by the strong fingers of Susann and his expression turned as dreamy as Lasse’s.
Smiling hatefully at each other both girls pressed the unfamiliar dick against her rivals familiar asscheeks giving pleasure to both men. Than both released them, just to grab her rival’s men’s butt with both hands and pulled all of them closer again.
„Maybe after I have fucked you down, I should fuck your man as a price“ Silvia teased into the lips of her foe.
„After I made you cum screaming, I may fuck both our man at the same time, while you watch crying“ Susann hissed back, pushing her lips in with every word.
„Agreed, then?“ Silvia asked sweetly „Winner takes a three-way with our men?“
Both boyfriends started to protest but their girls silenced them with a hand gesture. Both wrestlers pushed their man back a few steps.
„We have much to discuss“ Susann said in a business-like manner.
„Rules, Time, maybe seconds“ Silvia specified smiling. Both women seemed to enjoy this tremendously, while their boys looked flabbergasted. Each put a hand at the chest of her boyfriend and pushed them back some steps. Then they turned around and gave each other their sweetest and coldest fake smile while strutting back towards each other with swaying hips.
The two rivals went toe to toe, still smiling. As if agreed upon, each put her index-finger at her lips and collected a big, foamy blob of saliva. Both inserted the foam into their navel, then they pushed their navels back into alignment, trapping their mixed saliva in-between. A shiver of arousal visibly ran through both of them. They hugged really tight, tracksuit against tracksuit except for their exposed midriffs. Then they went cheek to cheek, with their lips right next to each others ear, their disarrayed hair hiding most of each others faces under strands of red and black. For a long time they stood like that, one hand resting at each others butt, the other buried in the rivals hair. They whispered rapidly into each others ear, lips touching the earlob.


Chapter 17: just Rewards -The man stood awkwardly at the side, watching this strange negotiation. Both were still highly aroused and tried to avoid each others eyes. But each had the same thoughts in their mind: Would they want their girl fuck that other guy? Hell no! But would they like to fuck the other girl? Oh yeah! They were both extremely hot for their girlfriends arch-enemy. But would they be up for a three-way? Well, strangely both were not taken back by the thought, at least the other men would be very good looking with a swimmer body to match their own.
After a time, that had seemed endless for both boys, both women stopped talking and for a second each sucked the enemies ear-lob between her lips. Both released the rivals hair and separated their faces just to come nose to nose again. Terribly wicked smiles formed around both women’s lips as they stared into each others eyes again. Both looked very happy with their negotiation. Both grinned even brighter and then, as if they had agreed on it, both pushed their hands down into the enemies sweatpants and squeezed their fingers into both firm buttocks of the other wrestler.
„Deal?“ Susann hushed.
„Deal“ Silvia confirmed breathlessly.
Then, both of them produced a big, foamy, white gob of saliva at the tip of their lips. With their gazes burning at each other, they pushed their saliva drops into each other, bubbles were popping until their wet lips pressed together in a long, wet, lip to lip smooch to seal the deal.
Their lips came apart with a wet pop, and both grinned wide and evil at each other.
„Tomorrow..“
„..at midnight“
Finally the two girls separated and set their eyes on the men standing at their sides. Both boys looked awkward but both still had their dicks massively hard.
„Tomorrow, we will have sex against each other“ Susann explained, smiling „and both of you will watch, as will to seconds and a judge.“
„Then you will have a three-way, with the winner“ Silvia said matter-of-factly „but now, we think, you need some instant release. See it as a reward for saving us from doing something stupid in public“
The wrestlers smiled at each other, they gave each other a quick nod and slowly and seductively strolled towards the boyfriend of their enemy. They took the boys hands and lead them towards each other until the girls were back to back with the boys sandwiching them. After a quick feel of the rival’s boyfriends butt, they pulled the sweatpants and underpants down and stepped aside.
Two hard, swollen dicks faced each other now, for a moment all four of them just looked down at the sight. Both cocks were of similar length and girth, not small but not huge. Each was very straight and stood at a 45 degree angle upward, both had perfect, arrow-like, pink glans with a small, well-formed slit at the tip. As swimmers, each man was shaven even down there.
Each girl reached out and cupped the strangers penis tenderly in their hand as if they would weigh them. Then they nodded at each other again, pulled down their own sweatpants and slips. Both turned around until their naked asses were facing each other. They had to stand on tiptoes to get their butts to be level with their boys manhoods. Now, their perfect round buttocks grazed and tickled the two cocks from both sides.
Each wrestler had to tilled their head to look up and seek eye contact with their own boyfriend, they gave their man the sweetest smile. Each girl grabbed a hand of their boyfriend and a hand of the other man and guided them under their jackets towards their flat muscular bellies.
Together the whispered „Enjoy“ and pushed their sexy butts into each other, trapping each hard dick in between two rival asses. Instantly, each man started to moan. It was an incredible feeling to have his cock pressed between two perfect, full, round, toned butt-cheeks, one of his own girl, one of an equally beautiful stranger.
The four butt-cheeks were pressed so tightly into each other, that no trace of the dicks trapped between was visible, but both men knew that right inside the other sandwich of sexy flesh, there was a cock getting the same ecstatic treatment as they were given. The two men locked eyes and started humping their buttock-sandwich vigorously. Both were wondering if, when they would ram in very deep, the tips of their glans would meet in the cleft separating their parts of the joined butts. Their fingers sometimes met on their exploration of both flat stomachs, each man had claimed the bellybutton of the strange girl with the tips of their index fingers, and each of them knew how good the navel of their girl would feel to the touch of the other man.
The two women leaned backwards with their upper bodies and each let her hair fall over the shoulder of the other. Their cheeks touched and they started a open mouthed tongue kiss while holding eye contact with their boyfriend. It had the desired effect. Watching the two slippery pink muscles wrestle made both man hump the asses even harder and soon both man did cum into the butt-flesh shaking and moaning.
After the boys had stopped shaking the girls entangled themselves satisfied with their deed. And in that moment, the two freed up cocks, for a tiny fraction of a second, touched glans to glans. Both man yelled in shock and each cock instantly shot a last drop of cum right at the tip of the others glans. Quickly they separated, each with a bit of strangers semen as a parting gift. Their eyes met in a look full of shame and uncertainty, but both men had to admit to themselves that it had been an electric, intoxicating experience. They gave each other a shy smile and a shrug, after all their girlfriends were determined that one of them would have a three-way with both men, only one day away.
Now that all was set and done, the hostility returned to the eyes of Susann and Silvia. Their burning gazes locked together in one last staring contest.
„Tomorrow I will fuck you down, Bitch! I will make you whimper my name“ Silvia hissed
„I will fuck you raw, Slut, you will scream and beg and then I fuck the boys above your crying body“ Susann spat back with an icy voice.
Both turned around, grabbed the hands of their boyfriends and dragged them away into the darkness of the approaching night

Chapter 18 - Two Minutes to Midnight
Antonio had never been that nervous in his live. Even the olympic final he had competed in a few days ago was nothing compared to the anxiety and excitement he felt, when he followed his beautiful girlfriend towards the olympic fencing arena.
Silvia was emanating nothing but determination and confidence while she was walking towards a little side door with fast, confident steps. Antonio was following a few steps behind. He was flanked by the rugby captain Amaia and the water polo player Clara, the sister of Anni who had beaten Amaia a few days ago. Apparently Amaia and Clara had spend the last days looked in a room fucking like hellcats. Antonio felt a tickle down in his cock when he thought about the two curvy, muscular girls doing it together. Both girls had their long brown hair done up into a bun decorated by a red flower - the traditional hairdo of flamenco dancers.
All four of them where dressed in their red and yellow Spanish team-tracksuits and - by order of Silvia - nothing underneath.
They reached the door and entered straight into the large central hall. The audience-stands and most of he hall laid in total darkness, only the central piste, the raised fencing strip, was flashed by the light of three flood lights.
The piste was a 14 meter long, two meter wide and half a meter high construct. Right in the center it was covered by a mattress brought here from some bedroom - the arena for tonights battle. On both sides of the mattress thick gym mats had been placed on the floor, on one side the mat was covered by a small hill of pillows.
In the circle of blinding light stood a small, lite figure. Some more people seemed to stand in the darkness behind her. As they walked closer, their footsteps echoed through the empty arena. Finally Antonio’s eyes adjusted and he could see the person clearer, to his surprise it was a slender women dressed in a white fencing jacket, strapped tightly around her upper body, the jacket had a strap passed between her legs like a swimsuit’s. Her legs were naked except for knee-high white boots. A fencing mask was covering her head.
She extended her arms and said in a heavy Japanese accent: „Welcome, Spaniards to my world“ she gestured towards the piste „I am Misaki, and I will be the judge and referee tonight“
„I will make sure no one intervenes and I will judge in the case of a draw - you may enter the piste“
The Spaniards climbed up and stood on one side of the circle of light. Opposite of them, Antonio could now see the Swedes in the half-light. Susann stood in front, arms stemmed at her hips she looked as determined and confident as Silvia, already their gazes had found each other for the first staring duel. Behind Silvia stood her blond boyfriend Lasse. He looked as nervous as Antonio felt, their eyes met for a split second before both looked away embarrassed. Beside Lasse where two very tall, thin women with blonde hair braided around their heads in a traditional Swedish style.
Misaki removed her mask and revealed a beautiful asiatic face with dark, almond-shaped eyes and a long black ponytail. She looked at both teams and commanded the seconds to step forward.
Amaia and Clara stepped into the bright light, as did Malin and Ebba.
„Undress“ the judge ordered. And all four women slowly removed their track suits while glaring at each other.
For a moment they posed there, showing off their athletic bodies that were so different in build.
The Swedish jumper had bodies that looked like chiseled out of marble, their long slender limbs were covered in sinewy muscles that left no room for a grain of fat. Their bellies rock hard six-packs. Their asses were so tight that they dented inward at the sides and their breasts were small and hard. Both were very tanned except for the strips usually covered by their sportswear: Their asses and tits were bright white.
The Spanish athletes, both performing in endurance based, physical team sports, were build stockier and much curvier. Thick, strong calfs and thighs led into a big smooth ass. Both had slightly curved but tight bellies, full round breast and proud strong shoulders with strong muscular arms.
After a quick quadruple stare-down they left the stage and settled down on the pillow covered gym-mat. Antonio noticed that everyone seemed to know what to do except him and Lasse, who looked as confused (and aroused) as himself.
Next Misaki ordered the man into the spotlight. Immediately Silvia and Susann followed them and, after a quick squeeze of their boyfriends ass, marched to the rival’s man and slowly started undressing them with maximum touching off bare skin.
Antonio tried hard to keep his excitement under control, but to no avail. When Susann pulled down his trousers from behind he was sporting a hug erected boner - as did Lasse who’s dick was freed by Silvia at the same time. Antonio’s whirl-storm of confusing feelings increased even more when he had to watch his girlfriend standing behind another man, caressing Lasse’s chest and thighs with her fingers while she was seductively staring into Antonio’s eyes while the equally sexy girlfriend of that other man was caressing him while pressing her hot body at his back, presumably holding sexy eye contact with the other man.
Suddenly both his wrists were grabbed and he heard a clicking noise. Looking down he found his left hand bound to Lasse’s right and vice versa with fluffy, pink handcuffs with a 15cm silver chains linking them. Both man were now tided to each other, not able to move away further than their combined arms length plus the chain.
Flabbergasted both looked at their girlfriends.
Susann explained: „Well, we don’t want you men do something heroic like Antonio trying to intervene to save Silvia when I fuck the living hell out of her“
Silvia added with a sharp look at her rival „or something chivalric like Lasse running away when it is time for my victory threesome“
Misaki ordered the man two the second, empty mat and finally asked the two wrestlers to step into the light.
Chapter 19: Ready? Fight!
Susann and Silvia did not step forward immediately, instead both moved a few steps backwards into the dark and undressed there. Then both wrestlers strutted slowly into the shining circle of blinding white illumination.
The three floodlights baked their glorious bodies from all sides leaving no shadows on their perfect, slim, muscular bodies. Susann’s flawless white skin did shine silvery and her bright red locks looked like blazing fire. Silvias olive tan sparkled like living bronze her straight black hair shimmered like a frozen lake in sunlight.
Slowly they circled each other, giving their 6-person-audience a good few of both near-identical bodies.
„Ready?“ Misaki asked and they faced each other, each other. Both stopped themselves from bending forward in the typical amateur-wrestling stance. Instead they stood straight as sticks, heads held high, hands loosely at their side in a show of carefreeness and superiority. Only their eyes showed the intense emotions ragging in both young women.
„Fight“ Misaki screamed and stepped aside onto the mat of the seconds.
Tension was charing the air like electricity. For some seconds nothing happened. Suddenly Susann moved lighting-fast and slapped her enemy on the cheek with a sound like a gunshot. Silvia’s black hair cascade into the air while her head was violently shock sideway but her own hand was on its way even before her head was back in position and her own slap hid Susann’s face just as hard. Red locks and black strands were flying around the combatants as they slapped each other again, and again. Abruptly they stopped and slammed their bodies into each other hard. Both buried their fingers in rival hair and jerked with all their strength, ripping out strands and yelling madly. Both tilted back and their foreheads crashed together in an unsuspected mutual headbutt which made both of them stagger backwards.
Panting they stopped and stared into each others eyes, each had enemy hairs between their fingers and red marks all over their beautiful faces. A wicked smile formed on both wrestlers lips as they raised their hands and let the torn out hair glide down and mingle on the mattress. Something had changed inside them and both moved in a different way, had they resembled charging bulls a second ago, now both women moved like tigresses on the prowl. The wild hate was gone from their faces, now that they had given some pain to the hated rival. A calculating seductiveneds was in their features. Now both of them were ready to engage into the sexual duel they had agreed upon.
„You will wriggle and cry on the floor after I fucked you down. Cry while you watch me fuck both our men, black-haired slut“ Susann whispered.
„You will whimper my name, red-haired bitch, you will whimper and beg me to never stop after I have fucked you dry and have fucked you until it hurts but you will still beg for more“ Silvias hushed.
Slowly and seductively they moved forward to meet in the middle of the piste. With the most beguiling smiles playing around their beautiful lips they started caressing each other with deliberate, well-planned touches of their fingertips. Fingers were gliding over the curves of hips, over smooth bellies, along muscular arms and down strong thighs. Soon both girls started to breath heavily, the sexual desire both had for each other was undeniable and the air was charged. But despite all the tenderness their eyes were looked in an unblinking icy gaze. Green eyes and brown eyes burned into each other like daggers, searching for the tiniest spark of weakness to exploit, searching for the overload of arousal that would open one warrior for a fatal attack.
The four Seconds were cheering their respective girl enthusiastically, edging them one.
Susann led her fingers grace around the rim of Silvia’s deep navel, which made the Swede shudder a little. Amaia and Clara wolf-whistled and yelled „Yes, Yes, give it to her“ while Susann’s fingers moved downward and retreated just before meeting the upper corner of Silvia’s cunt.
Silvia countered by pushing her index-finger into the breast-flesh of her enemy. „Come on baby, YES, she loves that“ Malin and Ebba cheered. The finger made a dent in the firm tit and Silvia moved it slowly towards the nipple. She could feel Susann’s pulse quicken when her fingers moved over the small aureole to reach the long hard nipple. She placed her fingertip right at the tip of the nipple and slowly pushed it inwards to the screams of her followers.
Amaia and Clara looked concerned when they watched Susann struggling against the desire to just close her eyes and enjoy. They erupted in cheers when the Spanish girl focused her eyes again and lightly grabbed one of Susann’s nipples between index-finger and thumb and started circling them around the super-sensual rod. The Swede countered by putting her index fingers tip right at the tip of Silvia’s nipple and pushed gently. The audience could see both girl’s nipples harden and grow under the gentle treatment.
Both women moved their long tongues out, stretching them towards each other until the pointy tips reached each other and lightly but wetly touched. A shiver ran both both bodies and both their eyelids flickered but they forced their eyes to stay open and their gazes held each other.
It went back and forth like this for quite some time, the warriors testing the body of the opponent for over-sensual spots and weaknesses, while trying to hide their own arousal as best as they could.
Chapter 20: The Swimmers have a go (Disclaimer: this chapter contains male vs male sexfighting, if you are not into that you can skip it, the regular female only action will pick up after this intrmisson)
Meanwhile the boys were getting desperate. Both chained-together swimmers had rock-hard boners and were in need of some relief, as both feared that they would shoot a load of cum at the other guy simply by looking at the two sexiest, most desirable females they had ever met lightly caressing each other.
Lasse called over to the girls to give them just one pillow please. Misaki took pity and threw one over to him. Lasse took int gratefully and started to roll it up and then roll it around his dick for some semi-private jerk off. Antonio begged him „Let me in as well, man. I need that two“ Lasse smiled at him and with a little shuffle forward on their knees the two brawny boys were close enough to each other to roll the pillow around both their cocks. They could have made it in a way to keep their dicks separated but none of them had really thought about that. Their dicks were now pressed together inside the tightly rolled pillow rubbing against each other full length and against the fabric inside the tight space. Soon both were moaning heavily.
It took them a minute to realize that the fencing hall had gone very quiet. Looking to the side both swimmers saw, that all 7 women were staring at them hungrily. Susann and Silvia had stopped their fondling-duel to look down on their men with a mix of annoyance, curiosity and surprise on their faces.
„Looks like my boy is about to teach your boy a little lesson“ Silvia purred.
„Looks like the opposite to me, Sweety“ Susann retorted „put away that pillow, I want to see how you make him cum, Antonio“
„Yes, away with that thing, I want to see your dick dominate his, Lasse“
Wild eyed the men obeyed and threw the pillow away. They’re medium sized, straight dicks were side by side, each tip was touching the other man’s shaven groin, showing that their penises were indeed of the same length. Unsure what to do the overwhelmed swimmers started to awkwardly jostle with their dicks but everyone could see, that there was no real competiveness in it and both man started to loose some hardness.
Susann and Silvia shared a glance, both signaled to Misaki, their referee, that they now entered a truce.
„They need some lubrication, I think“ Susann said.
„Yes, and some encouragement to take it combative“ Silvia added.
With a short nod towards each other both girls stepped down from the piste and ducked below the chain of the handcuffs to step between the swimmers. Each stood before her boyfriend and climbed upon their hips to impale themself on the shaft of their man. Backs pressed against each other the wrestlers rode their boyfriends for some trusts until they were sure their dicks had reached its maximum hardness again.
Then, with lightning speed, both jumped down and changed position and before both man could react the other man’s girlfriend had straddled their hips and slung strong arms around their necks.
Antonio was shocked when he suddenly was face to face with the gorgeous Swedish redhead. Susann was smiling at him while she trusted her hot pussy down on his dick, he grabbed her firm ass to support her and slowly let her tight vagina engulf his eager cock. Antonio trusted his dick deep into the unknown territory, Lasse did the same thing at the same time which made both girls scream a little high pitched yell. At that moment both men did look up and Antonio found his gaze met by the icy blue gaze of Lasse. The thought that the other man was making his girlfriend scream with lust hit Antonio like a hammer. The blue eyes opposite him narrowed and the stare became cold and hostile - Lasse had the same realization. With their eyes locked both men rammed their dicks another time into the others girl. Both yelped. Each man had his teeth clenched as they trusted another time, both could feel the little shockwave as the girl’s back’s where crushed hard into one another. Suddenly both girls disengaged with a smooth movement and stepped aside, their mission had been accomplished and each wrestler was eager to enjoy the show.
Lasse and Antonio stood like statues, their fists clenched, their eyes drilling into each other, their broad swimmers chests heaving up and down. Below their six-packs stood their rods, proud and hard, glistering with the wetness of two women. With a scream of rage both men charged, with a loud smack their beefy bodies slammed into each other, their dicks were painfully jerked upwards and pressed against the abs of their opponent. Their muscular chests bumped together and each man could feel a jolt of pain and excitement as their tiny male nipples collided. Their fingers interlocked and each started pushing against the other swimmer with all his strength. Both were hyper-aware of the glistering wet, enemy cock pressed against his stomach. All the girls, except the neutral Misaki, were screaming at them:
„FUCK HIM, LASSE, FUCK HIM“
„DON’T WRESTLE; MAKE HIM CUM, ANTONIO“
„MAKE HIM SQUIRM ALL OVER YOU“
„SHOW HIM WHAT YOUR DICK CAN DO“
Somewhat annoyed by the girls, and unsure what to do, Lasse and Antonio both grabbed their own swollen dicks and guided it at the groin of the other man, nestled between the rivals scrotum and its leg they started humping each other. Their bodies pressed into each other even deeper, six-pack rubbing against six-pack. Each rammed their dick into the tight space with rhythmical contraction of their tight asses. Soon both man grabbed the others ass to ram even harder into each other, it did feel extremely good and both swimmers got more and more aroused but both of them realized that it did achieve nothing to dominate the other man. In fact each was just pleasuring himself by that move.
Angrily they pushed each other apart, their hard dicks swung wildly in the space between them. Finally they knew what to do. Lasse grabbed Antonio’s dick, just as the Spaniard clutched the Swede’s. Massaging the other men’s cock they brought them tip to tip and the waves of pleasure ridding through them as their sensitive tips met.
Lasse’s knees almost gave in as another wave of sexual energy charged through is body in the moment their tips actually touched slit to slit, thankfully he could see that Antonio was as affected by it, each slung his free arm around the other man for support. Slowly they moved their moist glans around each other, pushed them tip to tip again and again. Each man whimpered while they made their hard dicks slide along each other full length. They started circling them around each other, tightly clenched between their interlocked fingers. Both man were breathing heavily and raggedly from arousal.
Suddenly Lasse retreated his cock backwards. Antonio caught by surprise, thought for a second he had won, but then, while their dicks were glans to glans again, he saw the wicked grin on the Swede’s face.
Lasse brought their dicks slit to slit, then he slowly pushed upward and made both cocks rise upward. Antonio followed the lead and their dicks rose higher until the softer underside of them were level to each other. Grabbing the other man’s ass, they slowly pushed the soft, sensitive flesh underneath their dicks into each other, trapping their members between the middle lines of their rock-hard six-packs. All the girls screamed and cheered as the extra sensitive underside of their glans where pressed together and the unnatural position of their dicks send waves of pain along with the waves of pleasure. Slowly and deliberately they moved their dicks up and down. Every glide of their dual-pussy-lubricated skin made both men shiver with excitement.
Both fighters grabbed the rock hard ass of the other and they pushed their muscular bodies harder into each other, their trapped cocks became bend straight upwards and both men grimaced in pain and pleasure. After a few moments they released each other again to give their cocks some maneuverability. In the moment their abs separated and their female audience was able to see the battling dicks again, two little shots of translucent pre-cum shot out of both tips. All the girls jelled in excitement when the fluid mixed and covered both glans.
The men separated some more and each grabbed his soar dick at the root and both guided them together tip to tip, smearing the pre-cum into the rivals glans while moving the red, sensitive dick-tips over, under and across each other.
Everyone could feel that the end of the battle was near. Silvia and Susann left their positions at the piste and went down on their knees beside their men to watch the final moments as close as possible.
Both men were shaking from over-excitement, trying with all their might to keep the orgasm down.
Only the furthermost tips of their glans were in contact, now. They moved slit around slit in tiny minuscule movements.
Antonio whimpered: „Come on, Lasse, cum for me, do it“
„No, no. You will cum, Antonio, let it flow, give in“ LAsse pressed back though clenched teeth.
Suddenly Susann purred: „Cum Antonio, Cum“ and let her fingers run seductively down the Spaniard’s back and across his hard butt-cheek.
Silvia gasped outraged „You cunt“ she hissed at Silvia and ran her fingers up Lasses inner thigh
„Cum for me, Lasse, just look at me and let it flow. You want my body more than everything“
„You BITCH“ Susann yelled and grabbed Antonio’s dick, Silvia at the same moment, took hold of Lasse’s dick.
Both men screamed.
„Show him Lasse“
„Make him cum Antonio“
Both girls had a tight grip on the others boyfriend’s cock and they pressed them slit to slit against each other. Both glans mushed inwards a tiny bit and their slits became invisible. Both men threw their heads back and screamed as the sexual pressure became unbearable. Their screams changed and both swimmers came to a hard orgasm. Cum shot out of their balls like never before but was met at the entry point by a stream of cum from the rival. For the most painful second of both men’s lives their cum was trapped inside while simultaneously a bit of rival cum was shot into their own urethra.
The girls let go and an explosion of mixed semen sprayed in all directions as both dicks were pumping the white fluid out like fountains. Their dicks covered in the other man’s cum both men collapsed down unto the mat in a heap of exhausted muscles unable to move even a finger.
Susann and Silvia looked at each other with an ice cold stare. Drops of mixed semen were splattered on both sets of sexy breasts and each women was more than ready to finally take up their duel in all seriousness.
Slowly, without breaking their gaze they stood up and climbed the piste to face each other. Everyone in attendance was completely silent.
Then Misaki whispered: „Let’s get ready to rumble“. It was on.
Chapter 21: The Main Event of the Evening
Both women where deeply aroused by now and neither of them was willing to play any more games. Their eager bodies crashed together with the loud smack of soft flesh colliding. Each snaked he arms around the enemy’s back to press their skin as tightly together as physically possible.
Their lips smashed into each other. Ravenous, their wet tongues mashed together, each trying to pin the rival muscle down. Slippery with copious amounts of spittle they battled for supremacy. Meanwhile their beautiful tits where pressed together so hard, that the nipples and even the tiny knots on their areolas where painfully stabbing into the other’a flesh. Their tits were fully flattening each other so completely, that he rock hard nipples of each girl were almost touching the rips behind.
Silvia suddenly felt, that her deep round navel was sucked together with the equally deep belly button of the Swede. Somehow they had started to synchronies their breathing and with each intake of air, she could feel her enemies strong belly muscles bulge out and grind against her own girlish six-pack. Each and every breath was a fight for dominance by their abdominal muscles. Sometimes Susann’s won and Silvia got a shorter intake of air but with the next breath it could be reversed and her own muscles would stop the rival ones to shorten Susann’s inhale. She could feel the strands of muscle working in Susann’s belly working against her own strands. Both packs of muscle strained to the limit but eager to overpower the other.
Susann could feel a frustration building inside her. Her pubic bone was jammed against Silvia’s. She could feel her red pubic hairs curled together with the Spaniard’s black ones. She could sense the heat coming from the enemy pussy, she could almost feel the wetness, the ready, swollen lips awaiting her own. But standing pressed together, Silvia’s pussy was out of reach for her own hungry cunt. As much as she enjoyed the olive skinned legs of her enemy rubbing full thigh-length against her own strong legs, she yearned to ram her thigh deep between those beautiful legs and let her rivals cunt ride on her strong thigh into ecstasy.
She slowly maneuvered her foot behind the Spaniard’s calf and tugged, Silvia lost some balance and Susan jammed her alabaster thigh between her foes cappuccino-colored legs. With flying spittle their kiss was broken. Faster than Susann could have imagined Silva adapted. The Gold Medalists thigh shot up as well and jammed hard against Susann’s wet pussy. Both girls snarled at each other as they tumbled down onto the mattress with all their limbs entwined. They landed on their sides and immediately started rubbing their thighs against the others wet cunt.
With their bodies locked together tightly they rolled back and forth across the piste. Their hungry lips and tongues had re-started their duel and their bellies and tits were packed together again. Each wrestler was trying to ignore how good the enemies thigh felt rubbing against their agitated pussy.
They were rolling back and forth.Silvia had gained the upper position, immediately taking advantage of the leverage to rub her thigh in extra hard, splitting the Swedes labia open and drinking in the panic in her enemies eyes, just to be overthrown again by her opponent and finding herself under Susann. Silvia hated and loved it to feel the swedes weight on top of her, the pressure when the muscular belly pressed down on her own and the flashes of lust as her labia lips where pressed open by the invading leg. Silvia knew that an orgasm was inevitable, and she could see that Susann was just as close to it. Any second in the bottom position was weakening her even more. She gathered all her strength and rolled their interlocked bodies over again, regaining the top for a moment, before Susann managed to reverse it. Both fighters were shivering with held-back ecstasy. Their bodies were so heated with lust that neither could keep it in any longer. One more time, after seconds on the bottom Silvia managed to roll them. Both were panting through clenched teeth, trying not to explode from lust.
Susann panicked at the bottom, she pushed and overdid it. She had pushed with too much force, Silvia took the motion and rolled with it and Susann was turning over her rival but there was the end of the piste, the pair was about to fall off it.
The Spanish water-polo player Clara reacted fast and pushed Susann back. She did it with enough force to turn the pair around and helped Silvia to regain the top. Malin, the Swedish long-jumper yelled with rage rammed herself sideways into Clara and gave the interlocked pair another push.
Silvia was moved off from the top, and they landed on their sides. Neither wrestler had any strength left. Brown and Green eyes widened in shock and tears welled up, as with one final stroke from each thigh, both girls did cum, kicking and screaming and covering each others leg in cum juice.
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At the same time, Malin rammed her lean muscular upper body against the curvier, but just-as-strong body of Clara. Both sportswomen were up on their knees, jelling insults at each other nose to nose.
„You cheating BITCH, keep your hands of them“
„Fuck you, I saved them you BITCH, YOU CHEATED“
„NO YOU, back off, or I KICK YOU’RE FAT ASS“
„OH, yeah, BRING IT, I FUCK YOUR SKINNY ASS“
„TRY IT“
„COME ON“
Their hands shot up and gripped the others hair and they tumbled down in a ball of limbs. With screams of rage their girlfriends jumped forward.
The Swedish high-jumper Ebba lunged at Clara to drag her off, at the same time the Spanish rugby player Amaia had grabbed Malin and was tugging her backwards. With yells of rage Clara and Malin twisted their upper bodies to face their new opponents while their legs tangled with each other.
Amaia screamed: „Fuck her, Clara, fuck her down“
And Ebba screamed: „Make the bitch cum, Malin“
Clara and Malin did not have needed that advice, they already had connected their bodies enough to ram their pussies hard into each other and immediately started grinding. The two other girls were wrapping themselves around the bodies of their girlfriends opponent. Amaia was on top of the lean body of Malin, sucking at the long-jumpers hard nipples. Ebba had wrapped her long legs around the waist of Clara and was caressing the water-polo players large breasts with both hands. Soon Ebba and Clara, as well as Malin and Amaia were in a heated kiss-fight while Clara and Malin were feverishly humping each others pussies. The much longer legs of Malin gave her a better grip of her opponents body, which allowed her to control the movement and allowed her labia to open Clara’s and fuck the Spaniard deeper.
After a short while Clara could not contain it. She did cum heavily with Ebba and Malin yelling in joy and Malin having her own orgasm just seconds after. Amaia was outraged, she released Malin to jump at Ebba.
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Meanwhile Susann and Silvia had recovered from their mutual orgasm. They were weakly pushing and shoving at each other until they had detangled their bodies. Both were on their hands and knees, they were brow to brow, panting heavily and staring daggers at each other through their entangled, disarrayed red and black hair. Both sunk their fingers in the enemies long hair and started a hard and steady pull. Slowly they moved up on their keens, leaning against each other for support. Slowly they stood up, body to body. Their faces, twisted with rage mixed with pain from the hair-pull, were still pressed brow to brow and nose to nose. Their snarling lips just millimeters apart.
„Give up you little slut“ Silvia hissed
„You last chance to run away before I fuck you down, Bitch“ Susann answered through clenched teeth.
„I HATE YOU! FUCK ME!“ both screamed at the same time into each others mouth, their lips touched with every word, spittle flew between their mouths.
The scream had brought the boys back to the present and both sat up, grunting, still hugging each other, to stare at the beautiful hellcats battling on the raised piste.
The wrestlers slammed their lips together in another hard and fiery kiss-fight as their tongues wrestled each other again. Their free hand snaked between their bodies and each found the rival’s pussy and jammed two fingers into it. A two-voiced, gurgled scream mixed in their locked mouths as each girl felt their innermost sanctum invaded by expertly proficient enemy fingers.
Both were ramming and rubbing their fingers in and out in the most fast and brutal way. It was a miracle how both of them managed to keep the kiss-fight and hairpulling going during this onslaught. And through all of it, green eyes and brown eyes stared into each other. Tear-filled and wide with over-excitement but with undiminished hatred and willpower both refused to blink.
Susann’s vision was completely filled by Silvia’s dark brown eyes, she could feel her enemies eyelashes tangled into her own. The little black spot of Silvia’s pupil was burning into Susann’s soul and Susann could almost see her enemies soul in those black dots. She knew every feeling, every desire and every fear hidden behind those eyes and she knew that all of it was so close to her own feelings that it made her hate burn even brighter.
Susann knew that the Spaniard was as desperate as she was in keeping her gaze unblinking and keeping a building orgasm down, controlling their overstimulated libido was the hardest thing to do, while her aching body was going through the motions almost on auto-pilot. Her tongue was meanwhile so accustomed to battling Silvia’s that the kiss fight was on a pure instinct level and her fingers knew exactly the right spots inside her rival’s vulva just by using the places she herself was most sensual.
After a while they stopped kissing but kept their lips pressed together, their bodies pressed together for mutual support, they focused all their waining energy on their finger-fuck.
Both women were breathing rushed and heavy. Each intake became more desperate than the last. Like so many times before, they had synchronized on instinct and each desperate gasp Susann was taking, was lessened by her outgoing belly meeting its equally muscled counterpart half way. Each exhale was pressed against the outgoing air of her enemy, Both wrestlers were partly breathing the used air of each other which lessened the oxygen they were getting.
Their fingers flew in and out faster and faster as each of them was trying to break the opponent before she herself could not hold back any longer.
Suddenly Susann could see Silvia’s pupils went wide with panic and her rivals knees buckled. She desperately tried to keep calm but to no avail. Not even a second after her enemy, her own orgasm took hold. Together the fighters stumbled down to their knees, tightly hugged together they were cumming on each others fingers screaming and cursing.
„Silvia came first“ Misaki stated with lust shaking in her voice.
Susann was smirking at her rival but Silvia hissed „doesn’t matter, BITCH, this is about giving up, and I will NEVER give up to you“ but her voice betrayed, that it did matter to her.
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Meanwhile on the mat below, Ebba and Amaia had clashed into each other right above their exhausted girlfriends. Their bodies locked together as their legs scissored. A kiss broke out and another sexfight was on.
Malin and Clara quickly moved backwards and behind their girlfriends opponent, sitting up they pressed their fronts against the rival girls back and started support their girlfriend by caressing her foe.
Ebba and Amaia were labia to labia and their clits had found each other and were fighting intensely. Both women’s heads were gently but strongly tilted back- and sidewards by strong hands. Ebba’s mouth was invaded by the hungry tongue of Clara - as was Amaia’s by the tongue of Malin. Clara and Malin were keeping their eyes locked to each other while they were deep-kissing each others girlfriend - which was fucking their own girlfriend.
The stamina of the rugby player was more useful than the speed and explosiveness of the high jumper. Ebba did cum first and evened the score between the two couples.
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Susann and Silvia were down on the mattress in a heap, glaring at each other with unbroken hate.
„Let me fuck your pussy, you coward“ Susann hissed
„It was you who started fingering, weak bitch“ Silvia hissed back
„Your filthy finger was in me first, you tramp“ Susann answered „let’s fuck like women, if you dare“
„Bring it, Red, I beat you in every game“
They sat up and brushed their long hair away from their faces for one short but hate-filled, open-eyed kiss.
Susann sat herself down on her ass and seductively opened her legs wide. Silvia mirrored her and gestured with her fingers to lure her enemy in. Both wrestlers had a wicked smile, more than willing to fight, more than eager to fuck and burning with the will to win.
Slowly they crab-walked their bodies together. When they could already feel the heat from the rival’s pussy they blew each other an air-kiss and laid don on their backs. Each girl stretched their legs and placed one over the upper body of the enemy. Then they searched for each others hands and interlocked fingers. Finally they pulled each other in with their strong arms. Their labia’s clashed wet and swollen. Each girl screamed.
Laying on their backs they could not see each other anymore, they had to act on instinct and on the signals their overheated vulva’s were sending their brains. Each was grinding like a hellcat. The sight of their lean, muscular bellies moving in and out in a breathtaking dance with a perfect rhythm like a wave starting in one body and moving to the other, then back again, was unbelievable sexy. But only Misaki did watch it, She was sitting on the piste watching every movement of the two perfect bodies while on one side the two boys slowly regained their senses but were still lying in a heap on the mat.
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Meanwhile down on the side of the four seconds, the girls were still fighting.
Malin had wasted no time and had pulled Amaia away from Ebba while the Spanish rugby-player was still shaking in her orgasm and interlocked her legs with the other winning girl’s.
She snarled at the brunette Spaniard „Let’s see who is the best sexfighter on this mat, little bitch“
„Bring it, you blonde slut“ Amaia hissed back while still in the last waves of her orgasm.
Their wet pussies smacked together. Seconds later Clara had crab-walked forward and connected her private parts with the exhausted Ebba. The Swedish High-Jumper screamed as her still cumming pussy was invaded by the Spanish Water-Polo-players pubic lips but to Clara’s surprise Ebba was fucking her back immediately.
The two struggling pairs were right next to each other, each beside their girlfriends opponent. The two opposites started kissing and caressing and soon the four girls were lying on their backs, similar to the original fighters up on the piste.
Malin was fucking Amaia and Ebba was fucking Clara. Their upper bodies were turned sideways connecting tits and kiss-fighting, Malin vs. Clara and Ebba vs Amaia. Soon the overflow of sexual input became too much and all four did cum in a quadruple explosion of orgasmic energy. This tag-team-duel would stay unresolved for the moment.>
Susann and Silvia were still grinding on. Mercilessly they rammed their vulvas into each other. Pubic mound was pressed into pubic mound. Their sweat covered bodies moved in a perfect rhythm , in absolute synchronistic. Muscles flexed under the wet skin and relaxed again in unison. Each push was accompanied by the groans of both fighters. Their fingers were white from the iron grip they had clamped on each others hands. Both beautiful faces were twisted from exhaustion and determination, their sweaty hair was plastered all over their upper bodies, as well as quite some torn out strands from their enemies hair.
Silvia was trying to control her mind and body, trying to focus ever cell of her being into keeping her arousal under control while forcing her muscles to continue on with the pitiless battle. All that kept her going was the iron will to best her enemy. Every fibre of muscle was sending signals of overburdening. Pain was raging through all her body, especially her overexcited swollen pussy lips and with each push into the rival pair, a sharp wave of pain and pleasure crushed into her brain. As reaction she pushed even harder and longer, trying to break her rival before she, herself, would break. Susann did hold her ground and pressed back equally. Their lower bodies were moved upwards into a bow-shaped bridge, asses up in the air by the amount of force they pushed with. Both girls belly muscles were strained to the tearing point. The position melted their pussies even deeper into each other. Both girls were screaming long, high-pitched yells. They pressed on and on, clit pushed into clit.
Silvia’s vision turned back, she could see nothing but bright sparks of light but she pushed on. Her whole body was shaking, every muscle was in tremor but she pressed on. And then, there it was, a tiny movement by Susann and the pressure was reduced. Silvia forced herself to one last push, Susann faltered, the bridge broke. A wild scream of joy exploded from Silvia’s lips while Susann was screaming „NO, NO“ but both screams turned into wordless squalls of pleasure. Both of them were hit by orgasms before their bodies had tumbled down and were twitching and shaking from the releasing energy.
There was no doubt, that Silvia had won this round, even before Misaki announced it but Susann was screaming that it was not over even through her long, draining orgasm and Silvia was more than willing to go on.
Chapter 22: In the Blink of an Eye
Deeply exhausted Silvia and Susann were laying on their backs, desperately inhaling air, trying to recover from the exhaustive orgasms. The two boys on one side had recovered by now and were sitting up, hungrily eying the two perfect, sweat-dreneched bodies on the piste, wondering which one they would double-fuck tonight.
On the other side the 4 girls were slowly sitting up again, ready to re-focus on seconding the final battle of their wrestler friends. But then, the 4 experienced sexfighter noticed the state Misaki, the referee, was in.
The beautiful Japanese fencer was almost delirious, she was trying to stay focused and impartial as a judge but her own sexual desire was overloaded by all the orgasmic actions going off around her. She was staring into the distance with shaking lips unable to even look at the beauty scattered all around her.
The 4 seconds changed some looks and sat up. Before Misaki realized what was going on, she was sandwitched between the 4 gorgeous athletes. Clara and Ebba were, side by side, at her front, each engulfing one of Misaki’s long legs between their calves, pressing against her, each groping one ass-cheek while both athletes tongues wormed their way between the Japanese girls lips to meet Misaki’s hungry tongue. Malin and Amaia were pressed against the fencer’s back, playfully licking her ear-lobs while each was caressing one breast. They had their pussies pressed against Misaki’s butt. 4 different index fingers met at Misaki’s ready pussy and entered together. It only took seconds before the Japanese girl did cum with high pitched screams.
Now everyone in the large empty area had a release of their sexual energy and seven sets of eyes focused on the piste and the reason they all where here. The final phase of Susann’s and Silvia’s epic battle was about to begin.
Groaning from exhaustion the two wrestlers sat up. Every muscle was sour and aching, every nerve-ending in their sensual body-parts was overburdened. Just sitting and breathing was hurtful. Like so many times before, their hateful gazes met and burned into each other. And like all the times before, in that moment nothing else mattered to these women, nothing but the unquenchable desire to beat the other woman
.„Ready to go once more, Silvia“ Susann asked with a corse voice, never before in their battles she had used her rivals name, always curse-words.
„More that ready, Susann“ Silvia whispered back.
They smiled at each other wickedly.
„I break your little wet pussy, you Slut“ Silvia added
„I make you cum and cry and beg for more, little bitch“ Susann answered.
They sat up straight, their legs scissored with each having one leg above the rivals and one leg below. Carefully they aligned their erected nipples tip-point to tip-point. Both shuddered as their over-charged rods connected and were pressed back into the tit-flesh. Each girl reached down and opened the pubic lips of the other with two fingers.
„Damn, you are even wetter than before“ Susann hushed with unwanted admiration in her voice.
„You as well, Redhead“ Silvia purred back „Let’s dance“
They pressed together and with a dual-voiced gasp the insides of their labia’s kissed with a deep wet smack. Each fighter grabbed the opponents ass to pull themself even tighter into each other. Both tilted their heads bak for a wild scream, their large, hot clits had made contact head to head. A fierce fencing duel had started. Their clits grinded along each other length to length, circled, pushed, shoved, rammed into each other. Each touch of their innermost, most sacred and private body-parts did send waves of pleasure all through their nerve-system. Flash after flash of sexual joy pulsed into their brains, there it mixed with all the other the frantic signals: pleasure and pain from their locked-together nipples, all their skin signaling how silky and soft that other skin felt, the tickle form the enemies hair on their shoulders, the smell of the other girl, and the overbearing, never ending, deep-locked stare into the beautiful, hated eyes of the arch-enemy. Every involved system was at overload, there was only one thing each girl could do to survive - escalate further.
Like triggered by an unknown signal each fighter opened their lips slightly. Their tongues, made as wet as possible, slammed together to add another final layer to the the fight, wrestling in a puddle of mixed spit their tongues battled while their lower-bodies pumped into each other again and again and again. Each stroke, each push, each little shove more unbearable than the last they fought against each other and against themselves, against their libido, their desire. The only weapons still mattering were their wills to win and their stubbornness not to give in to their bodies overstimulation.
It went on and on. The usually flowing and beautiful hair of both fighters was wet with sweat and clung to their heads and bodies mixed together in a black and red mess. They had pressed their noses against each other and had flattened them, both could not breath properly but it had brought their eyes even closer and that mattered more to them. Almost eyeball to eyeball, eyelashes and eyebrows intertwined they stared into each others souls for a glimpse of weakness to exploit. No energy was left for the kiss-fight, instead their tongues were plastered top to top, hanging out like dogs. That awkward position made them almost gag, it was uncomfortable and not even sexy to press tongues like that, but neither was willing to retreat their tongue from the battle and it was all they could still muster.
The battle of their clits had slowed down as well, each stroke, each tiny move could matter now.. Each little touch could be the last straw. Very, very slowly the moved their clits forward rubbing side by side. Tears welled up in both women’s eyes but the kept pushing forward steadily. Shivers and goosebumps ran down their bodies as they pulled them backwards even slower.
Then they positioned their clits tip to tip, just the slightest touch was unbearable but they slowly pressed on, pinning sex-horn against sex-horn. Waves of pleasure and pain raged through them. They held the position, waiting, lurking.
Silvia’s eyelash trembled, her eyebrow moved down a millimeter. It was all Susann needed. A tiny flash of weakness and suddenly only one girl was the predator, the other one became prey. Silvia’s clit did bend, Susann’s pressed forward. Lightning fast Susann pushed her weakening enemy back. With a desperate scream Silvia crashed down on her back and the enemy was upon her. Susann had hooked both her legs underneath Silvia’s calves and was above the Spaniard. She pinned her rival down to the mattress with her alabaster-white hands upon the olive-colored breast, and she was fucking Silvia missionary style. Her clit had bend the Spanish clit backwards and was ramming in and out of the others pussy like a tiny penis.
Silvia did cum screaming and crying. Susann sitting above her like a viking goddess, her arms raised her eyes mad with triumph. She denied her enemy even the last straw of self-confidence by refusing to cum herself with inhuman willpower. She disentangled and pushed Silvia to the side, where her heartbroken seconds caught her.
Susann sat on the piste, smiling, ecstatic, as happy as she had ever been in her live. She tried to control her breathing. Her seconds were beaming with joy. Susann just said „Get them ready“ and gestured towards the two men. Malin and Ebba quickly moved over to the boys side and dragged them to the middle of the piste. There, they positioned them in a line with legs above and below. Malin and Ebba started kissing deeply to get the boys aroused again, accompanied by some gentle touches it did the job and Lasse and Antonio had massive boners. With some more shoving and pushing the Swedish girls positioned the boys in a way, that their erected cocks were touching underside to underside. Then they helped Susann in mounting the double barrel.
Meanwhile Clara and Amaia were helping the crying, still naked Silvia towards the exit door. Susann had mounted the boys. She moved herself up and down while the two man slowly rubbed their tightly pressed dicks against each other. It only took some seconds of this triple movement to send Susann off. She came screaming and yelling, her head rocking back and forth made her red hair fly and sparkle.
Silvia had stopped, she listened to her victorious enemy’s screams with closed, tear-filled eyes. Suddenly she turned around, the pain and desperation went from her expression, replaced by a stubborn defiance. She shock her seconds off and screamed: „FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU BITCH!! You WON! You were BETTER, YES! BUT I KICKED YOUR BUTT FOR GOLD! BITCH!!“ She calmed down after she had the attention of everyone. Susan was staring at her. Silvia hissed „But next year, I will take your world championship from you. And afterwards I! WILL! FUCK! YOU! DOWN!“ She flipped her off with both hands, turned and stormed out of the hall. Clara and Amaia followed, the door banged shut.
Susann was sitting on top of her throne made of man-flesh. The last soft waves of her orgasm were still rolling through her but her mind went blank. The joy of her victory had been blemished, had it all been for nothing?
Suddenly, Susann smiled, she thought about the world championship tournament. She knew now, that she had to train even harder, she had to be unbeatable, she needed to reach the final to meet her beautiful arch-enemy and show her superiority over Silvia to the world. And for the aftermath, she would have to train as well, she would need to find the hottest and meanest sex-fighting female athletes and fuck them down to prepare for the next showdown, Silvia would do no less. Susann was grinning widely, it would be an interesting year.
She gestured to Misaki to come to her, she embraced the Japanese girl, and started kissing her wildly while fucking the boys again, Ebba and Malin came in from the sides and all for women kissed. Susann knew that she would cum last of the 6 people in this sexual knot - it was the first round of training after all.
THE END.






By request I re-post this story as well, formating should be cleaned up now and nothing missing, hopefully no sensoring will appear this time


Olympia
Part 1: Before the Final
Chapter 1: Susann’s thoughts in the Locker Room
Susann, a stunningly beautiful, light but muscular woman with almost 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 seperate 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 a 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.
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 graphically.
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 quiet 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.
Both fighters suddenly released the others medal and both girls’ shoulders slammed into the mattress, cunts still connected tightly. Each wrapped her incredibly long legs around the upper body of the other. Laying down, they grasped each other’s hands to pull themselves even closer.
Susann could see that their pubic lips were pressed so deeply together, that the insides of their labias touched each other.
Again, and again their powerful belly muscles rotated their hips against 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 screamed, her body started shaking. Ebba was on top of her in a milli-second and slammed her body down onto her rival’s. 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, then 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 six-pack 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.

Chapter 7: Silvia’s thoughts in the locker room
Silvia was wriggling herself into her tight-fitting, red spandex singlet. Her big brown eyes were fixed on the beautiful redhead opposite her, who was struggling a blue singlet over her creamy-white skin.
Silvia was a small, stunningly beautiful Spanish women with skin the color of milk-coffee and long, shiny, straight black hair.
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”
Silvia’s eyes burned from staring straight into the deep green eyes of her arch-enemy, she refused to blink or break eye contact even for a second, as was her rival.
Silvia’s mind wandered back 4 years, to the moment she had locked her gaze for the first time with these green eyes. Back to the moment they had clashed like hellcats in their first international match, ending in a double DQ. Silvia would never forget the hatred she had felt after the fight, the way they had stared at each other. Never had she thought herself capable of such a hate, but at the same moment she had never felt that connected with another human being. In that seconds while their coaches had dragged them away from each other, Silvia knew that every neuron in both their brains had been set on the same thing: fighting each other.
That moment had haunted her in countless dreams – Silvia would not admit to herself that it had been wet dreams.
Then, one year later in Switzerland she had walked towards the big tableau of the tournament and there she was.
Silvia’s heart had started to race as her eyes fell on the unruly red locks and the perky full ass of her arch-enemy. Susann was tracing her own path with her index finger. Silvia had stepped beside her and did the same. No word was spoken between them while their fingers wandered up, up, and met at the semi-finals. Only now they acknowledged each other with a side glance. And the second her eyes met these green ones, the fire burned inside Silvia. They grinned at each other with the sheer delight that they could set their bodies against each other again.
Watching each fight of Susann in the tournament was pure torture, oh how much Silvia had wanted that semi-final, every little advantage of Susann’s opponents had given Silvia a near heart attack. But Susann had dominated every match, as had Silvia.
Finally they had stood face to face on the mat. Emotions had rushed through Silvia’s mind like never before. They had leaned forward I the typical wrestling starting position, locked up, tested each other out. Then they had come forehead to forehead, something that had happened many times before in Silvia’s wrestling matches. But this time it had been different. A shudder had gone through her body, right down to her groin. Their eyes had been so close to each other, that the green irises of her arch-enemy had filled all of Silvia’s vision and she had felt how their eyebrows had intertwined. Instantly, her nipples had hardened and her belly had tingled.
The fight had been hard but within the rules, but Silvia had to fight down these unwanted feelings of physical attraction while they rolled and grappled and fought body to body, skin to skin.
The end came as a shock, Susann had been in the offense, on top of Silvia and had used a dirty little hair-pull, invisible to the Ref, to off-balanced Silvia for a split-second, enough to push the Spaniard’s shoulders down.
Never would Silvia forget the triumph in the eyes of that cheating bitch.
Silvia had been crushed and devastated. But the dirty trick had made it more bearable. After all she had not lost a fair fight. And she had known, that they would meet again, the world of high-level amateur wrestling was small enough. They would meet and Silvia would be ready.
And finally, after two years, they had faced each other again. A semi-final in Finland. Silvia had been more than ready, all her live-energy had been devoted to that re-match.
She had soon realized that Susann had not been idle. Their battle had been on another level, both had much more experience, more strength, more wisdom.
But when their bodies had locked up, the old excitement, the tingle down below in the belly, the unwelcome arousal, had been even stronger than before.
Susann had been penalized with a ground position and Silvia had the opportunity to attack from above. As expected Susann pressed herself to the ground and made herself as unmovable as possible. The usual tactic was to turn the defender around by the thigh and shoulder. But Silvia had set her hand right between the Swedish wrestlers legs. Her hand had grasped the crotch hard. Silvia could feel the swollen labia, she could even feel her middle finger slide between the pubic lips. Susann yelped, lost her concentration and Silvia turned her around, mounted her and pressed her shoulders down.
The best part had been, that they had been face to face, brow to brow in the second Susann’s shoulders had hit the floor. The glorious, sweet moment when the shock broke the gaze of her enemy. To Silvia, nothing could ever feel sweeter than that moment.
Last year Silvia’s career had reached its highest point so far. She had become European Champion in their weight-class of 53kg. But, in Silvia’s mind, the Swedish Bitch had taken some of the joy out of the title. Susann had screwed up in her semi-final. Silvia was watching from the audience as the redhead fumbled and faltered against an inferior opponent. Again and again Susann’s eyes had darted towards Silvia and each time the desperation in her gaze had grown. Silvia had sat there, helpless and had watched how Susann lost. And how Susann had prevented by her fumble the final against each other. The fight that would have broken the stalemate of 1:1. Susann had denied Silvia the opportunity to beat her, humiliate her, best her.
Silvia had won the final easily, much to easy, it had not been what she had wanted. Her hate had grown even more.
And then, later that year, the tide in their rivalery had turned again. Silvia had gone into the World Championship Tournament as one of the Favorits for the title. In hindsight she knew, that it had gotten to her head. She had been over-confident, and her first wins had made it even worth. And when Susan and herself advanced in parallel through the tournament, all her thoughts had been focused on the final and a battle against her arch-enemy.
It had come as a total shock, when Felicity, the blond US girl, had countered her over-cocky offence and easily scored the first points in their semi-final.
The rest of the match had been a desperate struggle to even the score against a equally strong and talented opponent. They had fought hard and spirited, and Silvia had to admit it, without her desperation it would have felt quite arousing. There had been a chemistry with the blonde’s body she had only felt with Susann before.
All her efforts had been in vain, Felicity haddefeated her early advantage through all rounds.
With the final whistle Silvia had sat on the mat, panting and her eyes had met Susann’s. The Swede had glared at her furiously, a feeling Silvia did know to well from earlier that year. Then something unexpected had happened.
Felicity had stepped between them and had caught Susann’s eyes, They had shared a staredown like the Spaniard and the Swede had done so often. Silvia had felt as devastated as never before, she had felt a raging jealousy burn inside her. And her hate for the Swedish Redhead had grown to a gigantic size. Neverhad she thought so much hate would be possible.
“Finalists please prepare” the system announced and roused Silvia from her thoughts.
Slowly Silvia and Susann stood up and faced each other hands at their hips.
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 quiet, 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 weSilviare 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.
Silvia 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 bellies collided and 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 bed-frame 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 its 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 loosing. 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.
Olympia Part 2
Chapter 12: Evening before the final – Susann (Attention: male involvement)
The night before the Final Susann visited her boyfriend Lasse over at the male quarters. She knocked at his room, her mind swirling with the fight of her life, the thoughts of her rivalery and the memories of her encounter with Malin and Ebba. He opened the door with his wide smile and his wavy side-parting of brilliant blonde hair. Susann’s mind crashed. She jumped up at his hip, curling her legs around him and started aggresivly kissing his shocked face. Before the boy knew what was happening she had ripped his cloth off.
When he started to talk, she pushed him hard in the chest which made him fall onto his bed (maybe he helped it a little, after all he was a head taller than her with a muscular swimmers body).
He watched her undress frantically and became very hard.
Before he knew it Susann had flung herself down on him with a feverish scream. Seconds later she was fucking his dick so hard, that he got quite worried for his best part. She rode him like a stallion, screaming and cursing, her red locks flying wildly through the air, her prefect breast shaking. Then she did bend down and grabbed his hands to pin the to the mattress. Her red hair fell down on him, tickling him in the face and on the chest. A strong orgasm rocked through Lasse’s body as she shot his juice into Susann but the girl did not release him, she kept riding him until she did cum herself screaming and cursing. Lasse noticed that she did not scream his name, it was the name of her arch-enemy she did yell while the orgasmic surge raced through her body and mind.
Chapter 13: Evening before the final - Silvia
On the night before the big final, Silvia had invited her boyfriend Antonio to her apartment. She opened the door and there he stood with his big warm smile and some flowers in his hand. His jaw dropped when he realized she was naked except for a big red flower tugged into her straight black hair which was tied in a traditional bun. His eyes widened in shock when she grabbed him by the collar and tugged him inside the room. The flowers flew into the air as she kissed him wild and feverishly. Then she pushed him down on the bed and undressed him with quick graceful moves. His dick was already hard when she spun around in a movement he knew from flamenco dancers and opened her hair. It circled around her, shinning in the light and suddenly she was on top of him and tock his cock deep inside herself. Then she rode him like a wildcat. She rode him so hard that he sometimes feared she would rip his dick out. Mercilessly she humped on him, her hair flying around her body. He did cum hard but she did not stop. She fucked him on and on, her fingers dug into his muscular chest, thankfully her fingernail had to be cut short, otherwise she would have drawn blood. Antonio was afraid she had lost her mind, so intense was the expression on her face. Suddenly she exploded into a wild orgasmic frenzy, he realized that the name she screamed again and again throughout her climax was not his own but the name of her arch-enemy.
Chapter 14: The Final
“Finalists please prepare” the address-system announced.
Slowly Silvia and Susann stood up and faced each other hands at their hips. Silvia in her red leotard, Susann in the blue one. Their eyes locked together in an unblinking stare, bright green eyes glaring into deep brown ones.
Slowly they walked forward until they were toe to toe and nose to nose. With their gazes burning into each other, both relished the feel of the others breath swirling against their lips and each savored the fragrance of the enemies skin and hair, that they had not smelt for so long.
Susann’s mind was swimming from all the sensory input that verified that her most hated rival, her arch-enemy was here, in front of her. Ready to fight the most important match of both their careers and the most important fight of their lives. The eagerness to battle Silvia, the hatred she did feel inside, were monumental. But the craving to feel her rival’ skin, the yearning to feel Silvia’s muscles flex and work against her own, were almost as strong.
Deep down inside her, sat a new though, kindled by Susann’s adventures three days ago. She could not help it but think about Silvia and herself entangled like the Swedish jumpers, going pussy to pussy. It would be the ultimate duel. Would her own sexual energy defeat the Spanish girls libido?
Susann could not have guessed, how equal Silvia’s thoughts were in that moment. In the spaniard’s mind, mental pictures appeared. Pictures of her own caramel colored skin entwined with the naked alabaster skin of her enemy. She imagined what would happen if she would press her pussy down into the Swedish girls pussy. Would Susann be bold enough to fight her like that? Who would prove sexier, hornier in that ultimate duel ?
Suddenly the locker room door flew open, both athlete’s staff stood there
“Come on” “Hurry” “What are you doing?” “It has to start”
Annoyed both wrestlers separated and let their entourage guide them away from each other and to the opposite sides of the mat. Here, under the bright spotlights, in front of half a dozen high-res cameras and in front of almost 1000 people, they would battle for the gold.
Their gazes linked to each other with their eyes burning deep into the rivals soul. Slowly they walked forward and shook hands. The referee gave the usual little speech to them but both fighters were so deeply in tunnel-vision, that not one word reaches their minds.
The signal to start was given, both bend down low to minimize the attackable surface. Still their mutual stare was unbroken, unblinking. They circled each other, their foreheads touched together and their burning eyes were now so close to each other, that their eyelashes touched.
Each wrestler tried to lung forward, grab a part of the opponent, get the first advantage but their skills equaled each other out.
Susann could feel that her red eyebrows were deeply intertwined with Silvia’s black eyebrows. The thought distracted her for a split-second. It was all that Silvia needed, the Spaniard’s arms flung up before the Swede could block it and Susann had been caught in a front headlock.
Frantically the Redhead tried to escape while the dark-haired Girl did hold the lock with all her might. They circled around the mat and suddenly Silvia’s fingers slip and Susann pushed her away.
Lightning fast the Swede used the second Silvia was out of balance to bend low and grab her leg.
For a moment Silvia dances around on one leg, the other one caught in the grip of her out of reach enemy. With amazing skill she jumped a legsweep by the girl in the blue leotard but a second sweep knocked her feet out. Silvia turns around in mid-air and crashes down on her front. The audience cheers loudly for that feat. But Susann is awarded the first 2 points of the match. Because Silvia had touched the border of the circle, Susann was not allowed to follow through and use a top position on her opponent. The score was Red 0 Blue 2.
Both returned to the middle of the mat, a could fury on Silvia’s face, a hint of satisfaction on Susann’s.
They faced off again but this time Silvia immediately took a high risk and dived below Susann’s defense, jumped at the blue fighters legs and took her down. But Susann managed to turn them around in the fall to land on top. 2 Points for Spain for the takedown but 1 point to Sweden for the reversal. The score was Red 2 Blue 3.
Panting heavily the wrestlers stood up to face each other again. Once again their eyes locked and each tried to test the defense of the Other with little faint attacks. Silvia, the girl in red, launched an attack at Susann’s legs but this time the Girl in blue was ready for it, she grabbed the Spaniard around the waist and hoisted the struggling fighter over herself in a beautiful executed suplex. But the black-haired fighter managed to twist around and land on top for 1 point. The score was Red 3 Blue 5.
This time the referee did not stop the fight and both rivals found themselves locked body to body in a fierce scramble to get the top position or pin the others shoulders down for the ultimate win.
Their intertwined limbs and being skin to skin, awoke something in both women.
A mutual headlock brought them face to face.

Susann’s face was above Silvia’s when an unexpected drop of sweat fell from Susann’s forehead onto Silvia’s lips. The salty tase of her hated rivals body fluid aroused an unbelievable lust in the Spanish fighter.
The unwanted lust fueled her anger and she managed to use that to slightly turn their intertwined bodies, so her face was no above the Swede’s. With mad satisfaction she watched drops of her on sweat sprinkle down on the hated face of the redhead.
Now their lips were really close to each other and Susann could feel her enemy’s breath on her lips. Each ragged gasp of Silvia, that entered into her own mouth, streamed over her lips and tongue and washed down into her own burning lungs made her hornier than she had ever been. Enraged by her feelings she wriggled out of her inferior position. But their equal strength brought them into a stalemate, limbs entwined and immobilize. Faces pressed cheek to cheek into each other with sweat mixing and the corners of their mouths touching.
Neither of them could break their mutual lock and the referee broke it up. Gasping for air they sat on the mat, and fixed their disarrayed buns. Their eyes met again and burned deep into each other. Both knew that the other was aroused and both hated the sought that the other did know it about herself, too.
Their lust for the rival did not lessen their hatred in any way. On the contrary, it did fuel it, the desire to control and overpower the Enemy had reached new heights.
The match went on with a firework of skills. A suplex from Silvia evened the score: Red 5 blue 5.
Seconds after the next lockup Susann swept the Spaniard off her legs but Silvia turned them around while hitting the mat. Red 6 Blue 7.
Silvia scored a point for rolling her opponent around. Red 7 blue 7.
Only 10 seconds where remaining on the clock. A last time they circled each other brow to brow. At the same time each pressed an attack and their spandex-clad bodies clashed together. By chance their lips met and both fighters gasped in shock but Susann, on instinct, closed her eyes for a split second. It was all Silvia needed.
With all her might the Spanish wrestler pushed forward, slinging her arms around the blue-clad rival.
Susann felt the fall backwards as if it was in slow motion, she tried to wriggle out, to turn them around but Silvia’s hold was perfect. Susann’s shoulders hit the mat and the wight of her hated Arch-Enemy crashed down on her body like a thousand tons. She had lost.
For a second their eyes met in disbelieve, then Susann’s gaze broke in desperation and Silvia’s eyes shone with the dawning realization. The Spanish wrestler jumped up and was swept away by hugs of her trainers and team.
Susann was left on the ground crying, oblivious by the efforts of her trainers to comfort her.
Chapter 15: In the shower
For Susann, the medal ceremony went by like a bad, hollow nightmare and she had to endure an interview by Swedish TV, the reporter gratulated her for the silver medal and an amazing fight.
Finally she was alone in the deserted locker room, she tossed the silver medal in her bag, and freed herself from the tight blue leotard.
Feeling empty inside she started to shower but after a few seconds she broke down and sat down on the tiles, crying her eyes, out with hot water pouring over her skin. Her soap bottle had fallen to the floor and was spilling out its content which slowly covered the floor with foam.
Susann had no idea how long she had sat there when suddenly the water stopped. Looking up she saw Silvia standing above her, stark-naked like herself.
Silvia was looking down on her beaten rival. Her gaze met the broken, tear-filled green eyes and conflicted feelings ran through her mind. She felt pity, she could rely to her enemy, she knew how easily their roles could have been swept, it had been a split-second that had decided the match.
But the feelings of triumph, of pure joy, of righteous revenge was stronger.
For a seconds after their eyes had met, both faces had been in neutral blandness. But now the harbinger of a smirk started to form around Silvia’s lips. Susann saw it and acted.
Before Silvia knew what was happening, Susan had kicked out and swept the dark-haired wrestler off her feet. The instant Silvia’s back splashed into the foamy floor, the Swedish redhead was upon her.
Susann landed upon her enemies body, crushing the air of the Spaniard’s lungs.
Susann’s rage-twisted face filled all of Silvia’s vision, when to the Spanish girl’s utter shock, Susann’s lips slammed hard into her own and a tongue was invading her mouth and pressed against her own.Silvia’s brown eyes widened in shock
For a second none of them moved. Both lay perfectly still, while their minds had to process what was happening. The the taste of the most hated persons saliva, the feeling of the enemies skin, the hard nipples pocking into their soft tit-flesh.
The second passed. Hell broke loose. Silvia’s eyes slowly narrowed and suddenly her tongue sprang to live, tangling around the pink invader in her space. Susann had to overcome a mili-second of panic as her tongue was strangled and pulled deeper into hostile territory but soon she fought back vigorously, slapping and grappling with her pink muscle. She had the advantage of the upper position which made her saliva flow down into the rivals mouth.
Silvia used all her muscle power to escape the pin by her enemy but Susann pressed down with all her strength. Their bodies wriggled against each other, soon their legs had entwined and their arms were coiled around each other.
Suddenly their hard nipples scrapped against each other for the first time, both women gasped and broke the kiss with spittle flying in every direction.
Silvia used the moment to push, Susann aside and escape.
Both sat up a meter apart from each other. Panting heavily they glared at each other in hate.
Unexpectedly Silvia smiled, she pointedly liked her lips clean of her enemies saliva.
“So, you little bitch think, if you can’t beat me on the mat, you can beat me in … other ways?” she hushed.
“I can beat you in anything, BITCH” Susann spat “On the mat it could have easily gone the other way, we are evenly good out there and you know it”
“Maybe” Silvia said hesitantly “ but I have gold! LOOSER! And you have not answered my question” she hissed “You assaulted me WITH A FUCKING KISS, can you back it up, BITCH?”
Both felt fear and lust in their stomach as both knew were this conversation was going to.
Susann straightened up on her knees, showing off her lite, muscular body. Her alabaster skin was shining from the foam water slowly running down her body in little puffs. To her satisfaction she saw Silvia’s eyes wander up and down, drinking in every piece of her form.
“I can back it up, little slut, my body is better than yours and I can …I can fuck you down.”
Silvia was surprised by the open challenge, she sat up as well, her olive-skinned body looking like an exact double of her rivals.
“I will make you scream my name when you cum” she hissed.
Both extended their arms and their fingers interlocked. They pulled their bodies together. With a loud smack their wet skin crashed into each other as each tried to overpower the rival and push her down.
Every muscle in their athletic bodies was strained. Their tight belly muscles were competing directly against each other as each could feel the muscle fibers under the soft skin working against her own. Their navels moved up and down over each other, rubbing and sometimes sucking tight together, each contact send shivers through both women. Their Thighs were pressed together and each could sense the wet and hot pussy waiting behind the rival pubic mound.
Their mouths found each other again but this time, despite the fierce pushing duel, they kissed much more tender as each tried to overpower the rival sexually. With each flick of their tongue and each brush of their lips they tried to break the standstill of their equal muscle-power by proving their sexual superiority.
All the while their perfect round tits were smashed together. Every tiny sway of their battling bodies made their breastflesh move, rub and roll. Again and again their aureoles and their sensitive stiffed nipples came into contact sending waves of lust throughout their nerve systems.
Slowly Susann pushed her rival back millimeter by millimeter. Maybe her need to win was greater, slowly a frustrated Silvia was bend backwards until she could not hold it any longer and crashed down, the red-head on top of her.
Her wrestler-instincts kicked in the second her back hit the tiles and before Susann could enjoy her little victory Silva had rolled them around. But Susann was as experienced as her Arch-Nemesis and returned the roll immediately.
They started to roll back and forth through the foam, grunting and hissing. Their hands had found each others long hair and both were viscously pulling at it while their bodies slowly interlocked. Their legs had intertwined and each could feel the soft skin of the enemies inner thigh against her own.
Silvia was on top in the moment their thighs suddenly touched against the others pussy. Both screamed with the unexpected sensation. Waves of pleasure flooded up from their groins as their pubic lips started to grind against the enemies upper leg. Susann released Silvias hair and grasped her rivals ass to push the Spanish girl harder down onto her thigh, cancelling the effect of being on the bottom. She gripped Silvia’s firm butt and clawed her fingers into the muscular flesh to pull her enemy tighter against her leg.
Both rivals started to moan as waves of sexual pleasure washed through them. With sheer willpower both managed to keep their eyes wide open and fixed to the burning stare of the Other. Their whole bodies were sliding over each other, skin to skin. Bubbles of soapy foam squished out whenever parts of their skin separated for an eye-blink.
For the first time these bitter Enemies, two wrestlers who had been each others Arch-Nemesis for years, were linked body to body in a way both knew deep down, was the one and only true way to battle like women. A way, that evolution might have inserted into humankind back in the day their ancestors had lived in caves, or even earlier deep in the jungles. Back in the dawn of time, two alpha females bickering would have destroyed a tribe. A clash would have been inevitable, and from an evolutionary standpoint, to keep the sexually more productive female in the tribe, would have been more important than to keep the physically stronger one.
Their humping became more and more frantic, as orgasmic energy was building up in both of them. Susann realized with a jolt of joy, that Silvia had a much harder time, keeping her orgasm down then herself. The beautiful Spaniard had difficulties keeping her eyes open and her moaning became more intense with every breath. Susann went all in, pushing her body upwards to mush her tits deep into the perfect globes hanging above them. She arched upwards to press her belly so hard against Silvia’s flat muscular stomach, that their deep navels sucked together. She rubbed her leg deeper and harder into her rivals crotch. She could see Silvia’s deep brown eyes loosing focus, she could feel the quiver in the lite body above her. She knew she was almost there, she would make that bitch cum unto her…
…suddenly the sound of a door opening and many female voices speaking broke the silence around the fighting pair. The wrestlers of the next weight class had entered the locker room in front of the showers.
Silvia’s eyes focused and widened in shock, before Susann could stop her, the spaniard had sprung up and was hastily wrapping a towel around herself while running out of the shower room.
Susann was pounding her fists Ito the water in frustration, she almost had her, only a few seconds and she would have had her. Dismayed she stood up and slowly left the shower room wrapped in her own towel.
She found Silvia surrounded by female wrestlers who congratulated her heartily. To her surprise many wrestlers came towards herself to congratulate her on her great fight and her silver medal. She stammered some thanks but kept her eyes fixed on her enemy. Silvia was glancing over to her from time to time, she could see a smirk around the spaniards mouth, Silvia knew quite well how close it had been for her. But whenever their gazes met, Susann could see the unbroken hate and fighting spirit in her black-haired enemies eyes. It confirmed to Susann, that this was not over, Silvia wanted to finish their sexual battle as much as she did.
Soon members of the Spanish and Swedish Staff came in, wondering what took their new superstars so long, there where interviews to be held, photos to be taken, hands to be shaken. Soon the two rivals were separated and had lost sight of each other - for now.
Chapter 16: Confrontation in the park - Attention: Male Involvement
It had been the longest day, and maybe the best day in Silvia’s live. In the morning, she had beaten Susann, her enemy, her hated rival in the olympic final, wining gold. After the sexual aftermath in the shower, she had been occupied by a stream of interviews and photoshoots for various media, though she had not given much thought to her Swedish foe.
Now as the daylight was starting to change she finally had some free time. Silvia was taking a walk through the beautiful park of the olympic village. At her side, his strong arms around her shoulder, was her hunky boyfriend Antonio. He was a swimmer in the Spanish team, tall and handsome with a boyish smile and wavy black hair. Like herself he was wearing the official Spanish tracksuit bottom and zipper jacket in the Spanish colors red and yellow. They had been strolling around aimlessly, just relaxing and enjoying the quiet, when suddenly Silvia stopped, her body went rigid and her eyes narrowed.
Down the path she had spotted Susann.
The Swedish wrestler was walking hand in hand with Lasse, her boyfriend. A tall and broad-shouldered, good looking guy with a gorgeous face and light blonde hair in a side-parting that would make every mother-in-law swoon. Both were in blue and yellow Swedish team-tracksuits. The sunlight glittered on their blonde and bright red hair and exaggerated the vision of bodily perfection of the pair.
Susann stopped, she had seen Silvia finally. Their gazes met. The instance in which their brown and green eyes drilled into each other, both shook of their boyfriends and sprinted towards each other, screaming in rage. Both boyfriend, after a second of shock, set of after them, yelling for them not to do it. But to no avail.
Susann and Silvia collided in the middle of the dusty park trail. Their bodies slammed into each other hard, and their hands shot up to rip hair, both were kicking and screaming, spinning around each other in a circle of fury. Their men had caught up now, and were trying to entangle their respective girl from the ball of rage but to no avail.
Antonio made eye contact with Lasse, both knew they had to do something quick before someone, least of all someone from the media, caught this situation.
„Over there, behind the bushes“ Lasse said. And each grabbing his girl around the waist, they tracked the entangled fighters of the track. Behind the bushes they found a little hollow that was sheltered from view on all sides. None of the four had eyes for it at that moment, but it was quite a romantic place, surrounded by green, the evening sun was sending golden rays through the leaves.
Using their superior body strength, the men labored to separate the girls limb by limb. After a time both men stood behind their girlfriend, with a strong grip around her upper arms. Whispering into their ears to keep still and to at least keep their voice down.
Finally both wrestlers stopped struggling against the hold. Both were panting heavily and were staring daggers at each other. But they had stopped yelling curses and just glared into the hated eyes of their arch-nemesis. Their angry faces were covered in sweat and dust. Susann’s curly red locks were in total disarray, as were Silvia’s long black strands. Ripped out hairs, red and black, were sticking on both their sweaty faces.
Lasse was looking down on the two angry faces and somehow, he realized that he had rarely seen his girlfriend more sexy. But, at the same time, he did feel a strong desire for the raven-haired enemy of his girlfriend. He looked up and his eyes met Antonio’s. He instantly knew that the Spanish guy did feel the same way. Somehow, both men wanted nothing more in this moment, than to see their girls closer together.
Slowly they extended their arms a bit to give the wrestlers a little more space. Both girls leaned forward immediately, trying to escape the grips that held them back, but the boys held on with all their swimmer-strength.
Susann and Silvia leaned as much into each other as they could, their faces came almost nose to nose. Each tried viscously to bite at the other, their teeth clapped at the air but they could not reach the rival. After a few furious attempts both gave up and used the only parts of their body that could actually reach the enemy - their tongues.
Both boyfriends gasped, when two pink rods suddenly shot out lashed at each other, slamming wetly together in mid-air. Instantly both men got a boner, they had never seen anything as arousing in their lives.
The two furies were slapping with their tongues as hard as they could, spittle was flying through the air. Antonio and Lasse moved closer to their girls which gave the fighters a few more millimeters of leeway. Instantly both tried to wrap her tongue around the enemies, the slapping match had turned into wet, frantic tongue wrestling. Both could feel the erected cock of their boyfriend pressing against her but-cheeks.
After a while of furious kiss-fighting, their tongues started to tire and hurt and eventually they slipped out of each others grasp. Both fighters wrestler-instincts kicked in and they pulled their heads back, which slammed against the strong chests of their boyfriends and each girl arched their bodies back like a bow, ramming their bellies against each other. Both screamed when their mid-sections collied heavily, hard muscles against hard muscles. Their tracksuit tops had slid up a bit and so, a small stretch of skin above their track-pants had been revealed and now was pressed into the skin of the enemy.
Both women screamed in pleasure as her skin was reunited with the soft, hated, perfect, unbearable skin of her eternal enemy. They pressed so hard together that they could feel every muscle sinew under the skin of the other. Both tilted their head, that was pressed against their boyfriends chest, to look up at him through strands of hair.
„Lasse, please, give me her navel, I neeed her navel, NOW“ Susann purred at her man.
„Antonio, my dear, I must feel that bitch’s bellybutton, give it to me, I NEED IT“ Silvia whispered ecstatically .
Both men cautiously released one arm of their girlfriend and slowly, with trembling fingers, reach out to the other girls stomach. Both men did not even think about revealing their own girlfriends navel, they had been asked to give the rivals navel and in their sexually overheated state, they simply followed the order.
Fingertips simultaneously touched unclaimed skin. All four did shutter at the impact. Then each man gradually pushed the rim of the jacket upward until two perfect, deep, sharp-rimmed bellybuttons had been freed.
Both navels had a tiny roof of skin at the top and both sat perfectly between the strong but girlish belly muscles. Each man graced the tip of his index finger once around the prefect belly-button, then retreated and grabbed the free arm of his girl again.
None of them dared to breath while both girls slowly rolled their bodies upward until the lower rims of their navels kissed. All four could see how identical their navels were, the only visible difference was the skin tone surrounding the deep dent - alabaster white on one side, olive tanned on the other. Slowly, with shivering breath they pushed together until the little roofs touched, both girls moaned and the with a deep look into each others eyes they pushed all in. Their navels sucked together immediately and a scream escaped both girls.
All 4 of them had never felt as aroused as in that little moment, the two girls were pushing their flesh as hard into each other as possible. They screamed for their man to help pushing and both swimmers squeezed their strong bodies into the back of their girls. Their rock hard cocks were mashed deep into their girlfriends buttocks and both did shot a bit of pre-cum into their underpants.
The two female wrestlers were plastered together body to body, their faces were nose to nose and from their eyes a hatred blazed at each other, that could be sated only by one thing on the planet.
„You know what we have to do“ Silvia hissed
„I know and you know, Bitch“ Susann spat back.
They pushed their lips hard together, their noses flattened each other, their loathing eyes were eyelid to eyelid. Both took a deep breath, inhaling the air exhaled by the rival.
Lips pressed hard against lips they whispered one word in unison :
„SEXFIGHT“
Both man gasped, they had no idea what their girls were taking about but this little word sounded so secret, unbelievable, forbidden. Like pleasure and pain, hate and lust, all at once.
After it was out, both women relaxed. They told their man that they could release them, they would not fight here and now. In fact they were beyond the idea of a petty catfight and needed to sort some things out.
Somewhat reluctantly both men opened their hands but keep right behind their girls with their bodies in contact.
The Spanish Luchadora and the Swedish Kämpe kept their bodies pressed together. They even smiled at each other for a second, even so the smile did never reach their staring eyes. They wrapped their arms around the enemy, to grab the rivals butt. Both brushed against the bulk in the sweatpants of the others man.
„Woa, your boy seems happy to see me, bItch“ Susann teased.
„As much as you boy adoring me“ Silvia replied sharply and grabbed Lasse’s erected dick through the material of the tracksuit. Lasse gasped in shock. Antonio’s eyes narrowed but in that moment his own dick was squeezed by the strong fingers of Susann and his expression turned as dreamy as Lasse’s.
Smiling hatefully at each other both girls pressed the unfamiliar dick against her rivals familiar asscheeks giving pleasure to both men. Than both released them, just to grab her rival’s men’s butt with both hands and pulled all of them closer again.
„Maybe after I have fucked you down, I should fuck your man as a price“ Silvia teased into the lips of her foe.
„After I made you cum screaming, I may fuck both our man at the same time, while you watch crying“ Susann hissed back, pushing her lips in with every word.
„Agreed, then?“ Silvia asked sweetly „Winner takes a three-way with our men?“
Both boyfriends started to protest but their girls silenced them with a hand gesture. Both wrestlers pushed their man back a few steps.
„We have much to discuss“ Susann said in a business-like manner.
„Rules, Time, maybe seconds“ Silvia specified smiling. Both women seemed to enjoy this tremendously, while their boys looked flabbergasted. Each put a hand at the chest of her boyfriend and pushed them back some steps. Then they turned around and gave each other their sweetest and coldest fake smile while strutting back towards each other with swaying hips.
The two rivals went toe to toe, still smiling. As if agreed upon, each put her index-finger at her lips and collected a big, foamy blob of saliva. Both inserted the foam into their navel, then they pushed their navels back into alignment, trapping their mixed saliva in-between. A shiver of arousal visibly ran through both of them. They hugged really tight, tracksuit against tracksuit except for their exposed midriffs. Then they went cheek to cheek, with their lips right next to each others ear, their disarrayed hair hiding most of each others faces under strands of red and black. For a long time they stood like that, one hand resting at each others butt, the other buried in the rivals hair. They whispered rapidly into each others ear, lips touching the earlob.


Chapter 17: just Rewards -The man stood awkwardly at the side, watching this strange negotiation. Both were still highly aroused and tried to avoid each others eyes. But each had the same thoughts in their mind: Would they want their girl fuck that other guy? Hell no! But would they like to fuck the other girl? Oh yeah! They were both extremely hot for their girlfriends arch-enemy. But would they be up for a three-way? Well, strangely both were not taken back by the thought, at least the other men would be very good looking with a swimmer body to match their own.
After a time, that had seemed endless for both boys, both women stopped talking and for a second each sucked the enemies ear-lob between her lips. Both released the rivals hair and separated their faces just to come nose to nose again. Terribly wicked smiles formed around both women’s lips as they stared into each others eyes again. Both looked very happy with their negotiation. Both grinned even brighter and then, as if they had agreed on it, both pushed their hands down into the enemies sweatpants and squeezed their fingers into both firm buttocks of the other wrestler.
„Deal?“ Susann hushed.
„Deal“ Silvia confirmed breathlessly.
Then, both of them produced a big, foamy, white gob of saliva at the tip of their lips. With their gazes burning at each other, they pushed their saliva drops into each other, bubbles were popping until their wet lips pressed together in a long, wet, lip to lip smooch to seal the deal.
Their lips came apart with a wet pop, and both grinned wide and evil at each other.
„Tomorrow..“
„..at midnight“
Finally the two girls separated and set their eyes on the men standing at their sides. Both boys looked awkward but both still had their dicks massively hard.
„Tomorrow, we will have sex against each other“ Susann explained, smiling „and both of you will watch, as will to seconds and a judge.“
„Then you will have a three-way, with the winner“ Silvia said matter-of-factly „but now, we think, you need some instant release. See it as a reward for saving us from doing something stupid in public“
The wrestlers smiled at each other, they gave each other a quick nod and slowly and seductively strolled towards the boyfriend of their enemy. They took the boys hands and lead them towards each other until the girls were back to back with the boys sandwiching them. After a quick feel of the rival’s boyfriends butt, they pulled the sweatpants and underpants down and stepped aside.
Two hard, swollen dicks faced each other now, for a moment all four of them just looked down at the sight. Both cocks were of similar length and girth, not small but not huge. Each was very straight and stood at a 45 degree angle upward, both had perfect, arrow-like, pink glans with a small, well-formed slit at the tip. As swimmers, each man was shaven even down there.
Each girl reached out and cupped the strangers penis tenderly in their hand as if they would weigh them. Then they nodded at each other again, pulled down their own sweatpants and slips. Both turned around until their naked asses were facing each other. They had to stand on tiptoes to get their butts to be level with their boys manhoods. Now, their perfect round buttocks grazed and tickled the two cocks from both sides.
Each wrestler had to tilled their head to look up and seek eye contact with their own boyfriend, they gave their man the sweetest smile. Each girl grabbed a hand of their boyfriend and a hand of the other man and guided them under their jackets towards their flat muscular bellies.
Together the whispered „Enjoy“ and pushed their sexy butts into each other, trapping each hard dick in between two rival asses. Instantly, each man started to moan. It was an incredible feeling to have his cock pressed between two perfect, full, round, toned butt-cheeks, one of his own girl, one of an equally beautiful stranger.
The four butt-cheeks were pressed so tightly into each other, that no trace of the dicks trapped between was visible, but both men knew that right inside the other sandwich of sexy flesh, there was a cock getting the same ecstatic treatment as they were given. The two men locked eyes and started humping their buttock-sandwich vigorously. Both were wondering if, when they would ram in very deep, the tips of their glans would meet in the cleft separating their parts of the joined butts. Their fingers sometimes met on their exploration of both flat stomachs, each man had claimed the bellybutton of the strange girl with the tips of their index fingers, and each of them knew how good the navel of their girl would feel to the touch of the other man.
The two women leaned backwards with their upper bodies and each let her hair fall over the shoulder of the other. Their cheeks touched and they started a open mouthed tongue kiss while holding eye contact with their boyfriend. It had the desired effect. Watching the two slippery pink muscles wrestle made both man hump the asses even harder and soon both man did cum into the butt-flesh shaking and moaning.
After the boys had stopped shaking the girls entangled themselves satisfied with their deed. And in that moment, the two freed up cocks, for a tiny fraction of a second, touched glans to glans. Both man yelled in shock and each cock instantly shot a last drop of cum right at the tip of the others glans. Quickly they separated, each with a bit of strangers semen as a parting gift. Their eyes met in a look full of shame and uncertainty, but both men had to admit to themselves that it had been an electric, intoxicating experience. They gave each other a shy smile and a shrug, after all their girlfriends were determined that one of them would have a three-way with both men, only one day away.
Now that all was set and done, the hostility returned to the eyes of Susann and Silvia. Their burning gazes locked together in one last staring contest.
„Tomorrow I will fuck you down, Bitch! I will make you whimper my name“ Silvia hissed
„I will fuck you raw, Slut, you will scream and beg and then I fuck the boys above your crying body“ Susann spat back with an icy voice.
Both turned around, grabbed the hands of their boyfriends and dragged them away into the darkness of the approaching night

Chapter 18 - Two Minutes to Midnight
Antonio had never been that nervous in his live. Even the olympic final he had competed in a few days ago was nothing compared to the anxiety and excitement he felt, when he followed his beautiful girlfriend towards the olympic fencing arena.
Silvia was emanating nothing but determination and confidence while she was walking towards a little side door with fast, confident steps. Antonio was following a few steps behind. He was flanked by the rugby captain Amaia and the water polo player Clara, the sister of Anni who had beaten Amaia a few days ago. Apparently Amaia and Clara had spend the last days looked in a room fucking like hellcats. Antonio felt a tickle down in his cock when he thought about the two curvy, muscular girls doing it together. Both girls had their long brown hair done up into a bun decorated by a red flower - the traditional hairdo of flamenco dancers.
All four of them where dressed in their red and yellow Spanish team-tracksuits and - by order of Silvia - nothing underneath.
They reached the door and entered straight into the large central hall. The audience-stands and most of he hall laid in total darkness, only the central piste, the raised fencing strip, was flashed by the light of three flood lights.
The piste was a 14 meter long, two meter wide and half a meter high construct. Right in the center it was covered by a mattress brought here from some bedroom - the arena for tonights battle. On both sides of the mattress thick gym mats had been placed on the floor, on one side the mat was covered by a small hill of pillows.
In the circle of blinding light stood a small, lite figure. Some more people seemed to stand in the darkness behind her. As they walked closer, their footsteps echoed through the empty arena. Finally Antonio’s eyes adjusted and he could see the person clearer, to his surprise it was a slender women dressed in a white fencing jacket, strapped tightly around her upper body, the jacket had a strap passed between her legs like a swimsuit’s. Her legs were naked except for knee-high white boots. A fencing mask was covering her head.
She extended her arms and said in a heavy Japanese accent: „Welcome, Spaniards to my world“ she gestured towards the piste „I am Misaki, and I will be the judge and referee tonight“
„I will make sure no one intervenes and I will judge in the case of a draw - you may enter the piste“
The Spaniards climbed up and stood on one side of the circle of light. Opposite of them, Antonio could now see the Swedes in the half-light. Susann stood in front, arms stemmed at her hips she looked as determined and confident as Silvia, already their gazes had found each other for the first staring duel. Behind Silvia stood her blond boyfriend Lasse. He looked as nervous as Antonio felt, their eyes met for a split second before both looked away embarrassed. Beside Lasse where two very tall, thin women with blonde hair braided around their heads in a traditional Swedish style.
Misaki removed her mask and revealed a beautiful asiatic face with dark, almond-shaped eyes and a long black ponytail. She looked at both teams and commanded the seconds to step forward.
Amaia and Clara stepped into the bright light, as did Malin and Ebba.
„Undress“ the judge ordered. And all four women slowly removed their track suits while glaring at each other.
For a moment they posed there, showing off their athletic bodies that were so different in build.
The Swedish jumper had bodies that looked like chiseled out of marble, their long slender limbs were covered in sinewy muscles that left no room for a grain of fat. Their bellies rock hard six-packs. Their asses were so tight that they dented inward at the sides and their breasts were small and hard. Both were very tanned except for the strips usually covered by their sportswear: Their asses and tits were bright white.
The Spanish athletes, both performing in endurance based, physical team sports, were build stockier and much curvier. Thick, strong calfs and thighs led into a big smooth ass. Both had slightly curved but tight bellies, full round breast and proud strong shoulders with strong muscular arms.
After a quick quadruple stare-down they left the stage and settled down on the pillow covered gym-mat. Antonio noticed that everyone seemed to know what to do except him and Lasse, who looked as confused (and aroused) as himself.
Next Misaki ordered the man into the spotlight. Immediately Silvia and Susann followed them and, after a quick squeeze of their boyfriends ass, marched to the rival’s man and slowly started undressing them with maximum touching off bare skin.
Antonio tried hard to keep his excitement under control, but to no avail. When Susann pulled down his trousers from behind he was sporting a hug erected boner - as did Lasse who’s dick was freed by Silvia at the same time. Antonio’s whirl-storm of confusing feelings increased even more when he had to watch his girlfriend standing behind another man, caressing Lasse’s chest and thighs with her fingers while she was seductively staring into Antonio’s eyes while the equally sexy girlfriend of that other man was caressing him while pressing her hot body at his back, presumably holding sexy eye contact with the other man.
Suddenly both his wrists were grabbed and he heard a clicking noise. Looking down he found his left hand bound to Lasse’s right and vice versa with fluffy, pink handcuffs with a 15cm silver chains linking them. Both man were now tided to each other, not able to move away further than their combined arms length plus the chain.
Flabbergasted both looked at their girlfriends.
Susann explained: „Well, we don’t want you men do something heroic like Antonio trying to intervene to save Silvia when I fuck the living hell out of her“
Silvia added with a sharp look at her rival „or something chivalric like Lasse running away when it is time for my victory threesome“
Misaki ordered the man two the second, empty mat and finally asked the two wrestlers to step into the light.
Chapter 19: Ready? Fight!
Susann and Silvia did not step forward immediately, instead both moved a few steps backwards into the dark and undressed there. Then both wrestlers strutted slowly into the shining circle of blinding white illumination.
The three floodlights baked their glorious bodies from all sides leaving no shadows on their perfect, slim, muscular bodies. Susann’s flawless white skin did shine silvery and her bright red locks looked like blazing fire. Silvias olive tan sparkled like living bronze her straight black hair shimmered like a frozen lake in sunlight.
Slowly they circled each other, giving their 6-person-audience a good few of both near-identical bodies.
„Ready?“ Misaki asked and they faced each other, each other. Both stopped themselves from bending forward in the typical amateur-wrestling stance. Instead they stood straight as sticks, heads held high, hands loosely at their side in a show of carefreeness and superiority. Only their eyes showed the intense emotions ragging in both young women.
„Fight“ Misaki screamed and stepped aside onto the mat of the seconds.
Tension was charing the air like electricity. For some seconds nothing happened. Suddenly Susann moved lighting-fast and slapped her enemy on the cheek with a sound like a gunshot. Silvia’s black hair cascade into the air while her head was violently shock sideway but her own hand was on its way even before her head was back in position and her own slap hid Susann’s face just as hard. Red locks and black strands were flying around the combatants as they slapped each other again, and again. Abruptly they stopped and slammed their bodies into each other hard. Both buried their fingers in rival hair and jerked with all their strength, ripping out strands and yelling madly. Both tilted back and their foreheads crashed together in an unsuspected mutual headbutt which made both of them stagger backwards.
Panting they stopped and stared into each others eyes, each had enemy hairs between their fingers and red marks all over their beautiful faces. A wicked smile formed on both wrestlers lips as they raised their hands and let the torn out hair glide down and mingle on the mattress. Something had changed inside them and both moved in a different way, had they resembled charging bulls a second ago, now both women moved like tigresses on the prowl. The wild hate was gone from their faces, now that they had given some pain to the hated rival. A calculating seductiveneds was in their features. Now both of them were ready to engage into the sexual duel they had agreed upon.
„You will wriggle and cry on the floor after I fucked you down. Cry while you watch me fuck both our men, black-haired slut“ Susann whispered.
„You will whimper my name, red-haired bitch, you will whimper and beg me to never stop after I have fucked you dry and have fucked you until it hurts but you will still beg for more“ Silvias hushed.
Slowly and seductively they moved forward to meet in the middle of the piste. With the most beguiling smiles playing around their beautiful lips they started caressing each other with deliberate, well-planned touches of their fingertips. Fingers were gliding over the curves of hips, over smooth bellies, along muscular arms and down strong thighs. Soon both girls started to breath heavily, the sexual desire both had for each other was undeniable and the air was charged. But despite all the tenderness their eyes were looked in an unblinking icy gaze. Green eyes and brown eyes burned into each other like daggers, searching for the tiniest spark of weakness to exploit, searching for the overload of arousal that would open one warrior for a fatal attack.
The four Seconds were cheering their respective girl enthusiastically, edging them one.
Susann led her fingers grace around the rim of Silvia’s deep navel, which made the Swede shudder a little. Amaia and Clara wolf-whistled and yelled „Yes, Yes, give it to her“ while Susann’s fingers moved downward and retreated just before meeting the upper corner of Silvia’s cunt.
Silvia countered by pushing her index-finger into the breast-flesh of her enemy. „Come on baby, YES, she loves that“ Malin and Ebba cheered. The finger made a dent in the firm tit and Silvia moved it slowly towards the nipple. She could feel Susann’s pulse quicken when her fingers moved over the small aureole to reach the long hard nipple. She placed her fingertip right at the tip of the nipple and slowly pushed it inwards to the screams of her followers.
Amaia and Clara looked concerned when they watched Susann struggling against the desire to just close her eyes and enjoy. They erupted in cheers when the Spanish girl focused her eyes again and lightly grabbed one of Susann’s nipples between index-finger and thumb and started circling them around the super-sensual rod. The Swede countered by putting her index fingers tip right at the tip of Silvia’s nipple and pushed gently. The audience could see both girl’s nipples harden and grow under the gentle treatment.
Both women moved their long tongues out, stretching them towards each other until the pointy tips reached each other and lightly but wetly touched. A shiver ran both both bodies and both their eyelids flickered but they forced their eyes to stay open and their gazes held each other.
It went back and forth like this for quite some time, the warriors testing the body of the opponent for over-sensual spots and weaknesses, while trying to hide their own arousal as best as they could.
Chapter 20: The Swimmers have a go (Disclaimer: this chapter contains male vs male sexfighting, if you are not into that you can skip it, the regular female only action will pick up after this intrmisson)
Meanwhile the boys were getting desperate. Both chained-together swimmers had rock-hard boners and were in need of some relief, as both feared that they would shoot a load of cum at the other guy simply by looking at the two sexiest, most desirable females they had ever met lightly caressing each other.
Lasse called over to the girls to give them just one pillow please. Misaki took pity and threw one over to him. Lasse took int gratefully and started to roll it up and then roll it around his dick for some semi-private jerk off. Antonio begged him „Let me in as well, man. I need that two“ Lasse smiled at him and with a little shuffle forward on their knees the two brawny boys were close enough to each other to roll the pillow around both their cocks. They could have made it in a way to keep their dicks separated but none of them had really thought about that. Their dicks were now pressed together inside the tightly rolled pillow rubbing against each other full length and against the fabric inside the tight space. Soon both were moaning heavily.
It took them a minute to realize that the fencing hall had gone very quiet. Looking to the side both swimmers saw, that all 7 women were staring at them hungrily. Susann and Silvia had stopped their fondling-duel to look down on their men with a mix of annoyance, curiosity and surprise on their faces.
„Looks like my boy is about to teach your boy a little lesson“ Silvia purred.
„Looks like the opposite to me, Sweety“ Susann retorted „put away that pillow, I want to see how you make him cum, Antonio“
„Yes, away with that thing, I want to see your dick dominate his, Lasse“
Wild eyed the men obeyed and threw the pillow away. They’re medium sized, straight dicks were side by side, each tip was touching the other man’s shaven groin, showing that their penises were indeed of the same length. Unsure what to do the overwhelmed swimmers started to awkwardly jostle with their dicks but everyone could see, that there was no real competiveness in it and both man started to loose some hardness.
Susann and Silvia shared a glance, both signaled to Misaki, their referee, that they now entered a truce.
„They need some lubrication, I think“ Susann said.
„Yes, and some encouragement to take it combative“ Silvia added.
With a short nod towards each other both girls stepped down from the piste and ducked below the chain of the handcuffs to step between the swimmers. Each stood before her boyfriend and climbed upon their hips to impale themself on the shaft of their man. Backs pressed against each other the wrestlers rode their boyfriends for some trusts until they were sure their dicks had reached its maximum hardness again.
Then, with lightning speed, both jumped down and changed position and before both man could react the other man’s girlfriend had straddled their hips and slung strong arms around their necks.
Antonio was shocked when he suddenly was face to face with the gorgeous Swedish redhead. Susann was smiling at him while she trusted her hot pussy down on his dick, he grabbed her firm ass to support her and slowly let her tight vagina engulf his eager cock. Antonio trusted his dick deep into the unknown territory, Lasse did the same thing at the same time which made both girls scream a little high pitched yell. At that moment both men did look up and Antonio found his gaze met by the icy blue gaze of Lasse. The thought that the other man was making his girlfriend scream with lust hit Antonio like a hammer. The blue eyes opposite him narrowed and the stare became cold and hostile - Lasse had the same realization. With their eyes locked both men rammed their dicks another time into the others girl. Both yelped. Each man had his teeth clenched as they trusted another time, both could feel the little shockwave as the girl’s back’s where crushed hard into one another. Suddenly both girls disengaged with a smooth movement and stepped aside, their mission had been accomplished and each wrestler was eager to enjoy the show.
Lasse and Antonio stood like statues, their fists clenched, their eyes drilling into each other, their broad swimmers chests heaving up and down. Below their six-packs stood their rods, proud and hard, glistering with the wetness of two women. With a scream of rage both men charged, with a loud smack their beefy bodies slammed into each other, their dicks were painfully jerked upwards and pressed against the abs of their opponent. Their muscular chests bumped together and each man could feel a jolt of pain and excitement as their tiny male nipples collided. Their fingers interlocked and each started pushing against the other swimmer with all his strength. Both were hyper-aware of the glistering wet, enemy cock pressed against his stomach. All the girls, except the neutral Misaki, were screaming at them:
„FUCK HIM, LASSE, FUCK HIM“
„DON’T WRESTLE; MAKE HIM CUM, ANTONIO“
„MAKE HIM SQUIRM ALL OVER YOU“
„SHOW HIM WHAT YOUR DICK CAN DO“
Somewhat annoyed by the girls, and unsure what to do, Lasse and Antonio both grabbed their own swollen dicks and guided it at the groin of the other man, nestled between the rivals scrotum and its leg they started humping each other. Their bodies pressed into each other even deeper, six-pack rubbing against six-pack. Each rammed their dick into the tight space with rhythmical contraction of their tight asses. Soon both man grabbed the others ass to ram even harder into each other, it did feel extremely good and both swimmers got more and more aroused but both of them realized that it did achieve nothing to dominate the other man. In fact each was just pleasuring himself by that move.
Angrily they pushed each other apart, their hard dicks swung wildly in the space between them. Finally they knew what to do. Lasse grabbed Antonio’s dick, just as the Spaniard clutched the Swede’s. Massaging the other men’s cock they brought them tip to tip and the waves of pleasure ridding through them as their sensitive tips met.
Lasse’s knees almost gave in as another wave of sexual energy charged through is body in the moment their tips actually touched slit to slit, thankfully he could see that Antonio was as affected by it, each slung his free arm around the other man for support. Slowly they moved their moist glans around each other, pushed them tip to tip again and again. Each man whimpered while they made their hard dicks slide along each other full length. They started circling them around each other, tightly clenched between their interlocked fingers. Both man were breathing heavily and raggedly from arousal.
Suddenly Lasse retreated his cock backwards. Antonio caught by surprise, thought for a second he had won, but then, while their dicks were glans to glans again, he saw the wicked grin on the Swede’s face.
Lasse brought their dicks slit to slit, then he slowly pushed upward and made both cocks rise upward. Antonio followed the lead and their dicks rose higher until the softer underside of them were level to each other. Grabbing the other man’s ass, they slowly pushed the soft, sensitive flesh underneath their dicks into each other, trapping their members between the middle lines of their rock-hard six-packs. All the girls screamed and cheered as the extra sensitive underside of their glans where pressed together and the unnatural position of their dicks send waves of pain along with the waves of pleasure. Slowly and deliberately they moved their dicks up and down. Every glide of their dual-pussy-lubricated skin made both men shiver with excitement.
Both fighters grabbed the rock hard ass of the other and they pushed their muscular bodies harder into each other, their trapped cocks became bend straight upwards and both men grimaced in pain and pleasure. After a few moments they released each other again to give their cocks some maneuverability. In the moment their abs separated and their female audience was able to see the battling dicks again, two little shots of translucent pre-cum shot out of both tips. All the girls jelled in excitement when the fluid mixed and covered both glans.
The men separated some more and each grabbed his soar dick at the root and both guided them together tip to tip, smearing the pre-cum into the rivals glans while moving the red, sensitive dick-tips over, under and across each other.
Everyone could feel that the end of the battle was near. Silvia and Susann left their positions at the piste and went down on their knees beside their men to watch the final moments as close as possible.
Both men were shaking from over-excitement, trying with all their might to keep the orgasm down.
Only the furthermost tips of their glans were in contact, now. They moved slit around slit in tiny minuscule movements.
Antonio whimpered: „Come on, Lasse, cum for me, do it“
„No, no. You will cum, Antonio, let it flow, give in“ LAsse pressed back though clenched teeth.
Suddenly Susann purred: „Cum Antonio, Cum“ and let her fingers run seductively down the Spaniard’s back and across his hard butt-cheek.
Silvia gasped outraged „You cunt“ she hissed at Silvia and ran her fingers up Lasses inner thigh
„Cum for me, Lasse, just look at me and let it flow. You want my body more than everything“
„You BITCH“ Susann yelled and grabbed Antonio’s dick, Silvia at the same moment, took hold of Lasse’s dick.
Both men screamed.
„Show him Lasse“
„Make him cum Antonio“
Both girls had a tight grip on the others boyfriend’s cock and they pressed them slit to slit against each other. Both glans mushed inwards a tiny bit and their slits became invisible. Both men threw their heads back and screamed as the sexual pressure became unbearable. Their screams changed and both swimmers came to a hard orgasm. Cum shot out of their balls like never before but was met at the entry point by a stream of cum from the rival. For the most painful second of both men’s lives their cum was trapped inside while simultaneously a bit of rival cum was shot into their own urethra.
The girls let go and an explosion of mixed semen sprayed in all directions as both dicks were pumping the white fluid out like fountains. Their dicks covered in the other man’s cum both men collapsed down unto the mat in a heap of exhausted muscles unable to move even a finger.
Susann and Silvia looked at each other with an ice cold stare. Drops of mixed semen were splattered on both sets of sexy breasts and each women was more than ready to finally take up their duel in all seriousness.
Slowly, without breaking their gaze they stood up and climbed the piste to face each other. Everyone in attendance was completely silent.
Then Misaki whispered: „Let’s get ready to rumble“. It was on.
Chapter 21: The Main Event of the Evening
Both women where deeply aroused by now and neither of them was willing to play any more games. Their eager bodies crashed together with the loud smack of soft flesh colliding. Each snaked he arms around the enemy’s back to press their skin as tightly together as physically possible.
Their lips smashed into each other. Ravenous, their wet tongues mashed together, each trying to pin the rival muscle down. Slippery with copious amounts of spittle they battled for supremacy. Meanwhile their beautiful tits where pressed together so hard, that the nipples and even the tiny knots on their areolas where painfully stabbing into the other’a flesh. Their tits were fully flattening each other so completely, that he rock hard nipples of each girl were almost touching the rips behind.
Silvia suddenly felt, that her deep round navel was sucked together with the equally deep belly button of the Swede. Somehow they had started to synchronies their breathing and with each intake of air, she could feel her enemies strong belly muscles bulge out and grind against her own girlish six-pack. Each and every breath was a fight for dominance by their abdominal muscles. Sometimes Susann’s won and Silvia got a shorter intake of air but with the next breath it could be reversed and her own muscles would stop the rival ones to shorten Susann’s inhale. She could feel the strands of muscle working in Susann’s belly working against her own strands. Both packs of muscle strained to the limit but eager to overpower the other.
Susann could feel a frustration building inside her. Her pubic bone was jammed against Silvia’s. She could feel her red pubic hairs curled together with the Spaniard’s black ones. She could sense the heat coming from the enemy pussy, she could almost feel the wetness, the ready, swollen lips awaiting her own. But standing pressed together, Silvia’s pussy was out of reach for her own hungry cunt. As much as she enjoyed the olive skinned legs of her enemy rubbing full thigh-length against her own strong legs, she yearned to ram her thigh deep between those beautiful legs and let her rivals cunt ride on her strong thigh into ecstasy.
She slowly maneuvered her foot behind the Spaniard’s calf and tugged, Silvia lost some balance and Susan jammed her alabaster thigh between her foes cappuccino-colored legs. With flying spittle their kiss was broken. Faster than Susann could have imagined Silva adapted. The Gold Medalists thigh shot up as well and jammed hard against Susann’s wet pussy. Both girls snarled at each other as they tumbled down onto the mattress with all their limbs entwined. They landed on their sides and immediately started rubbing their thighs against the others wet cunt.
With their bodies locked together tightly they rolled back and forth across the piste. Their hungry lips and tongues had re-started their duel and their bellies and tits were packed together again. Each wrestler was trying to ignore how good the enemies thigh felt rubbing against their agitated pussy.
They were rolling back and forth.Silvia had gained the upper position, immediately taking advantage of the leverage to rub her thigh in extra hard, splitting the Swedes labia open and drinking in the panic in her enemies eyes, just to be overthrown again by her opponent and finding herself under Susann. Silvia hated and loved it to feel the swedes weight on top of her, the pressure when the muscular belly pressed down on her own and the flashes of lust as her labia lips where pressed open by the invading leg. Silvia knew that an orgasm was inevitable, and she could see that Susann was just as close to it. Any second in the bottom position was weakening her even more. She gathered all her strength and rolled their interlocked bodies over again, regaining the top for a moment, before Susann managed to reverse it. Both fighters were shivering with held-back ecstasy. Their bodies were so heated with lust that neither could keep it in any longer. One more time, after seconds on the bottom Silvia managed to roll them. Both were panting through clenched teeth, trying not to explode from lust.
Susann panicked at the bottom, she pushed and overdid it. She had pushed with too much force, Silvia took the motion and rolled with it and Susann was turning over her rival but there was the end of the piste, the pair was about to fall off it.
The Spanish water-polo player Clara reacted fast and pushed Susann back. She did it with enough force to turn the pair around and helped Silvia to regain the top. Malin, the Swedish long-jumper yelled with rage rammed herself sideways into Clara and gave the interlocked pair another push.
Silvia was moved off from the top, and they landed on their sides. Neither wrestler had any strength left. Brown and Green eyes widened in shock and tears welled up, as with one final stroke from each thigh, both girls did cum, kicking and screaming and covering each others leg in cum juice.
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At the same time, Malin rammed her lean muscular upper body against the curvier, but just-as-strong body of Clara. Both sportswomen were up on their knees, jelling insults at each other nose to nose.
„You cheating BITCH, keep your hands of them“
„Fuck you, I saved them you BITCH, YOU CHEATED“
„NO YOU, back off, or I KICK YOU’RE FAT ASS“
„OH, yeah, BRING IT, I FUCK YOUR SKINNY ASS“
„TRY IT“
„COME ON“
Their hands shot up and gripped the others hair and they tumbled down in a ball of limbs. With screams of rage their girlfriends jumped forward.
The Swedish high-jumper Ebba lunged at Clara to drag her off, at the same time the Spanish rugby player Amaia had grabbed Malin and was tugging her backwards. With yells of rage Clara and Malin twisted their upper bodies to face their new opponents while their legs tangled with each other.
Amaia screamed: „Fuck her, Clara, fuck her down“
And Ebba screamed: „Make the bitch cum, Malin“
Clara and Malin did not have needed that advice, they already had connected their bodies enough to ram their pussies hard into each other and immediately started grinding. The two other girls were wrapping themselves around the bodies of their girlfriends opponent. Amaia was on top of the lean body of Malin, sucking at the long-jumpers hard nipples. Ebba had wrapped her long legs around the waist of Clara and was caressing the water-polo players large breasts with both hands. Soon Ebba and Clara, as well as Malin and Amaia were in a heated kiss-fight while Clara and Malin were feverishly humping each others pussies. The much longer legs of Malin gave her a better grip of her opponents body, which allowed her to control the movement and allowed her labia to open Clara’s and fuck the Spaniard deeper.
After a short while Clara could not contain it. She did cum heavily with Ebba and Malin yelling in joy and Malin having her own orgasm just seconds after. Amaia was outraged, she released Malin to jump at Ebba.
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Meanwhile Susann and Silvia had recovered from their mutual orgasm. They were weakly pushing and shoving at each other until they had detangled their bodies. Both were on their hands and knees, they were brow to brow, panting heavily and staring daggers at each other through their entangled, disarrayed red and black hair. Both sunk their fingers in the enemies long hair and started a hard and steady pull. Slowly they moved up on their keens, leaning against each other for support. Slowly they stood up, body to body. Their faces, twisted with rage mixed with pain from the hair-pull, were still pressed brow to brow and nose to nose. Their snarling lips just millimeters apart.
„Give up you little slut“ Silvia hissed
„You last chance to run away before I fuck you down, Bitch“ Susann answered through clenched teeth.
„I HATE YOU! FUCK ME!“ both screamed at the same time into each others mouth, their lips touched with every word, spittle flew between their mouths.
The scream had brought the boys back to the present and both sat up, grunting, still hugging each other, to stare at the beautiful hellcats battling on the raised piste.
The wrestlers slammed their lips together in another hard and fiery kiss-fight as their tongues wrestled each other again. Their free hand snaked between their bodies and each found the rival’s pussy and jammed two fingers into it. A two-voiced, gurgled scream mixed in their locked mouths as each girl felt their innermost sanctum invaded by expertly proficient enemy fingers.
Both were ramming and rubbing their fingers in and out in the most fast and brutal way. It was a miracle how both of them managed to keep the kiss-fight and hairpulling going during this onslaught. And through all of it, green eyes and brown eyes stared into each other. Tear-filled and wide with over-excitement but with undiminished hatred and willpower both refused to blink.
Susann’s vision was completely filled by Silvia’s dark brown eyes, she could feel her enemies eyelashes tangled into her own. The little black spot of Silvia’s pupil was burning into Susann’s soul and Susann could almost see her enemies soul in those black dots. She knew every feeling, every desire and every fear hidden behind those eyes and she knew that all of it was so close to her own feelings that it made her hate burn even brighter.
Susann knew that the Spaniard was as desperate as she was in keeping her gaze unblinking and keeping a building orgasm down, controlling their overstimulated libido was the hardest thing to do, while her aching body was going through the motions almost on auto-pilot. Her tongue was meanwhile so accustomed to battling Silvia’s that the kiss fight was on a pure instinct level and her fingers knew exactly the right spots inside her rival’s vulva just by using the places she herself was most sensual.
After a while they stopped kissing but kept their lips pressed together, their bodies pressed together for mutual support, they focused all their waining energy on their finger-fuck.
Both women were breathing rushed and heavy. Each intake became more desperate than the last. Like so many times before, they had synchronized on instinct and each desperate gasp Susann was taking, was lessened by her outgoing belly meeting its equally muscled counterpart half way. Each exhale was pressed against the outgoing air of her enemy, Both wrestlers were partly breathing the used air of each other which lessened the oxygen they were getting.
Their fingers flew in and out faster and faster as each of them was trying to break the opponent before she herself could not hold back any longer.
Suddenly Susann could see Silvia’s pupils went wide with panic and her rivals knees buckled. She desperately tried to keep calm but to no avail. Not even a second after her enemy, her own orgasm took hold. Together the fighters stumbled down to their knees, tightly hugged together they were cumming on each others fingers screaming and cursing.
„Silvia came first“ Misaki stated with lust shaking in her voice.
Susann was smirking at her rival but Silvia hissed „doesn’t matter, BITCH, this is about giving up, and I will NEVER give up to you“ but her voice betrayed, that it did matter to her.
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Meanwhile on the mat below, Ebba and Amaia had clashed into each other right above their exhausted girlfriends. Their bodies locked together as their legs scissored. A kiss broke out and another sexfight was on.
Malin and Clara quickly moved backwards and behind their girlfriends opponent, sitting up they pressed their fronts against the rival girls back and started support their girlfriend by caressing her foe.
Ebba and Amaia were labia to labia and their clits had found each other and were fighting intensely. Both women’s heads were gently but strongly tilted back- and sidewards by strong hands. Ebba’s mouth was invaded by the hungry tongue of Clara - as was Amaia’s by the tongue of Malin. Clara and Malin were keeping their eyes locked to each other while they were deep-kissing each others girlfriend - which was fucking their own girlfriend.
The stamina of the rugby player was more useful than the speed and explosiveness of the high jumper. Ebba did cum first and evened the score between the two couples.
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Susann and Silvia were down on the mattress in a heap, glaring at each other with unbroken hate.
„Let me fuck your pussy, you coward“ Susann hissed
„It was you who started fingering, weak bitch“ Silvia hissed back
„Your filthy finger was in me first, you tramp“ Susann answered „let’s fuck like women, if you dare“
„Bring it, Red, I beat you in every game“
They sat up and brushed their long hair away from their faces for one short but hate-filled, open-eyed kiss.
Susann sat herself down on her ass and seductively opened her legs wide. Silvia mirrored her and gestured with her fingers to lure her enemy in. Both wrestlers had a wicked smile, more than willing to fight, more than eager to fuck and burning with the will to win.
Slowly they crab-walked their bodies together. When they could already feel the heat from the rival’s pussy they blew each other an air-kiss and laid don on their backs. Each girl stretched their legs and placed one over the upper body of the enemy. Then they searched for each others hands and interlocked fingers. Finally they pulled each other in with their strong arms. Their labia’s clashed wet and swollen. Each girl screamed.
Laying on their backs they could not see each other anymore, they had to act on instinct and on the signals their overheated vulva’s were sending their brains. Each was grinding like a hellcat. The sight of their lean, muscular bellies moving in and out in a breathtaking dance with a perfect rhythm like a wave starting in one body and moving to the other, then back again, was unbelievable sexy. But only Misaki did watch it, She was sitting on the piste watching every movement of the two perfect bodies while on one side the two boys slowly regained their senses but were still lying in a heap on the mat.
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Meanwhile down on the side of the four seconds, the girls were still fighting.
Malin had wasted no time and had pulled Amaia away from Ebba while the Spanish rugby-player was still shaking in her orgasm and interlocked her legs with the other winning girl’s.
She snarled at the brunette Spaniard „Let’s see who is the best sexfighter on this mat, little bitch“
„Bring it, you blonde slut“ Amaia hissed back while still in the last waves of her orgasm.
Their wet pussies smacked together. Seconds later Clara had crab-walked forward and connected her private parts with the exhausted Ebba. The Swedish High-Jumper screamed as her still cumming pussy was invaded by the Spanish Water-Polo-players pubic lips but to Clara’s surprise Ebba was fucking her back immediately.
The two struggling pairs were right next to each other, each beside their girlfriends opponent. The two opposites started kissing and caressing and soon the four girls were lying on their backs, similar to the original fighters up on the piste.
Malin was fucking Amaia and Ebba was fucking Clara. Their upper bodies were turned sideways connecting tits and kiss-fighting, Malin vs. Clara and Ebba vs Amaia. Soon the overflow of sexual input became too much and all four did cum in a quadruple explosion of orgasmic energy. This tag-team-duel would stay unresolved for the moment.>
Susann and Silvia were still grinding on. Mercilessly they rammed their vulvas into each other. Pubic mound was pressed into pubic mound. Their sweat covered bodies moved in a perfect rhythm , in absolute synchronistic. Muscles flexed under the wet skin and relaxed again in unison. Each push was accompanied by the groans of both fighters. Their fingers were white from the iron grip they had clamped on each others hands. Both beautiful faces were twisted from exhaustion and determination, their sweaty hair was plastered all over their upper bodies, as well as quite some torn out strands from their enemies hair.
Silvia was trying to control her mind and body, trying to focus ever cell of her being into keeping her arousal under control while forcing her muscles to continue on with the pitiless battle. All that kept her going was the iron will to best her enemy. Every fibre of muscle was sending signals of overburdening. Pain was raging through all her body, especially her overexcited swollen pussy lips and with each push into the rival pair, a sharp wave of pain and pleasure crushed into her brain. As reaction she pushed even harder and longer, trying to break her rival before she, herself, would break. Susann did hold her ground and pressed back equally. Their lower bodies were moved upwards into a bow-shaped bridge, asses up in the air by the amount of force they pushed with. Both girls belly muscles were strained to the tearing point. The position melted their pussies even deeper into each other. Both girls were screaming long, high-pitched yells. They pressed on and on, clit pushed into clit.
Silvia’s vision turned back, she could see nothing but bright sparks of light but she pushed on. Her whole body was shaking, every muscle was in tremor but she pressed on. And then, there it was, a tiny movement by Susann and the pressure was reduced. Silvia forced herself to one last push, Susann faltered, the bridge broke. A wild scream of joy exploded from Silvia’s lips while Susann was screaming „NO, NO“ but both screams turned into wordless squalls of pleasure. Both of them were hit by orgasms before their bodies had tumbled down and were twitching and shaking from the releasing energy.
There was no doubt, that Silvia had won this round, even before Misaki announced it but Susann was screaming that it was not over even through her long, draining orgasm and Silvia was more than willing to go on.
Chapter 22: In the Blink of an Eye
Deeply exhausted Silvia and Susann were laying on their backs, desperately inhaling air, trying to recover from the exhaustive orgasms. The two boys on one side had recovered by now and were sitting up, hungrily eying the two perfect, sweat-dreneched bodies on the piste, wondering which one they would double-fuck tonight.
On the other side the 4 girls were slowly sitting up again, ready to re-focus on seconding the final battle of their wrestler friends. But then, the 4 experienced sexfighter noticed the state Misaki, the referee, was in.
The beautiful Japanese fencer was almost delirious, she was trying to stay focused and impartial as a judge but her own sexual desire was overloaded by all the orgasmic actions going off around her. She was staring into the distance with shaking lips unable to even look at the beauty scattered all around her.
The 4 seconds changed some looks and sat up. Before Misaki realized what was going on, she was sandwitched between the 4 gorgeous athletes. Clara and Ebba were, side by side, at her front, each engulfing one of Misaki’s long legs between their calves, pressing against her, each groping one ass-cheek while both athletes tongues wormed their way between the Japanese girls lips to meet Misaki’s hungry tongue. Malin and Amaia were pressed against the fencer’s back, playfully licking her ear-lobs while each was caressing one breast. They had their pussies pressed against Misaki’s butt. 4 different index fingers met at Misaki’s ready pussy and entered together. It only took seconds before the Japanese girl did cum with high pitched screams.
Now everyone in the large empty area had a release of their sexual energy and seven sets of eyes focused on the piste and the reason they all where here. The final phase of Susann’s and Silvia’s epic battle was about to begin.
Groaning from exhaustion the two wrestlers sat up. Every muscle was sour and aching, every nerve-ending in their sensual body-parts was overburdened. Just sitting and breathing was hurtful. Like so many times before, their hateful gazes met and burned into each other. And like all the times before, in that moment nothing else mattered to these women, nothing but the unquenchable desire to beat the other woman
.„Ready to go once more, Silvia“ Susann asked with a corse voice, never before in their battles she had used her rivals name, always curse-words.
„More that ready, Susann“ Silvia whispered back.
They smiled at each other wickedly.
„I break your little wet pussy, you Slut“ Silvia added
„I make you cum and cry and beg for more, little bitch“ Susann answered.
They sat up straight, their legs scissored with each having one leg above the rivals and one leg below. Carefully they aligned their erected nipples tip-point to tip-point. Both shuddered as their over-charged rods connected and were pressed back into the tit-flesh. Each girl reached down and opened the pubic lips of the other with two fingers.
„Damn, you are even wetter than before“ Susann hushed with unwanted admiration in her voice.
„You as well, Redhead“ Silvia purred back „Let’s dance“
They pressed together and with a dual-voiced gasp the insides of their labia’s kissed with a deep wet smack. Each fighter grabbed the opponents ass to pull themself even tighter into each other. Both tilted their heads bak for a wild scream, their large, hot clits had made contact head to head. A fierce fencing duel had started. Their clits grinded along each other length to length, circled, pushed, shoved, rammed into each other. Each touch of their innermost, most sacred and private body-parts did send waves of pleasure all through their nerve-system. Flash after flash of sexual joy pulsed into their brains, there it mixed with all the other the frantic signals: pleasure and pain from their locked-together nipples, all their skin signaling how silky and soft that other skin felt, the tickle form the enemies hair on their shoulders, the smell of the other girl, and the overbearing, never ending, deep-locked stare into the beautiful, hated eyes of the arch-enemy. Every involved system was at overload, there was only one thing each girl could do to survive - escalate further.
Like triggered by an unknown signal each fighter opened their lips slightly. Their tongues, made as wet as possible, slammed together to add another final layer to the the fight, wrestling in a puddle of mixed spit their tongues battled while their lower-bodies pumped into each other again and again and again. Each stroke, each push, each little shove more unbearable than the last they fought against each other and against themselves, against their libido, their desire. The only weapons still mattering were their wills to win and their stubbornness not to give in to their bodies overstimulation.
It went on and on. The usually flowing and beautiful hair of both fighters was wet with sweat and clung to their heads and bodies mixed together in a black and red mess. They had pressed their noses against each other and had flattened them, both could not breath properly but it had brought their eyes even closer and that mattered more to them. Almost eyeball to eyeball, eyelashes and eyebrows intertwined they stared into each others souls for a glimpse of weakness to exploit. No energy was left for the kiss-fight, instead their tongues were plastered top to top, hanging out like dogs. That awkward position made them almost gag, it was uncomfortable and not even sexy to press tongues like that, but neither was willing to retreat their tongue from the battle and it was all they could still muster.
The battle of their clits had slowed down as well, each stroke, each tiny move could matter now.. Each little touch could be the last straw. Very, very slowly the moved their clits forward rubbing side by side. Tears welled up in both women’s eyes but the kept pushing forward steadily. Shivers and goosebumps ran down their bodies as they pulled them backwards even slower.
Then they positioned their clits tip to tip, just the slightest touch was unbearable but they slowly pressed on, pinning sex-horn against sex-horn. Waves of pleasure and pain raged through them. They held the position, waiting, lurking.
Silvia’s eyelash trembled, her eyebrow moved down a millimeter. It was all Susann needed. A tiny flash of weakness and suddenly only one girl was the predator, the other one became prey. Silvia’s clit did bend, Susann’s pressed forward. Lightning fast Susann pushed her weakening enemy back. With a desperate scream Silvia crashed down on her back and the enemy was upon her. Susann had hooked both her legs underneath Silvia’s calves and was above the Spaniard. She pinned her rival down to the mattress with her alabaster-white hands upon the olive-colored breast, and she was fucking Silvia missionary style. Her clit had bend the Spanish clit backwards and was ramming in and out of the others pussy like a tiny penis.
Silvia did cum screaming and crying. Susann sitting above her like a viking goddess, her arms raised her eyes mad with triumph. She denied her enemy even the last straw of self-confidence by refusing to cum herself with inhuman willpower. She disentangled and pushed Silvia to the side, where her heartbroken seconds caught her.
Susann sat on the piste, smiling, ecstatic, as happy as she had ever been in her live. She tried to control her breathing. Her seconds were beaming with joy. Susann just said „Get them ready“ and gestured towards the two men. Malin and Ebba quickly moved over to the boys side and dragged them to the middle of the piste. There, they positioned them in a line with legs above and below. Malin and Ebba started kissing deeply to get the boys aroused again, accompanied by some gentle touches it did the job and Lasse and Antonio had massive boners. With some more shoving and pushing the Swedish girls positioned the boys in a way, that their erected cocks were touching underside to underside. Then they helped Susann in mounting the double barrel.
Meanwhile Clara and Amaia were helping the crying, still naked Silvia towards the exit door. Susann had mounted the boys. She moved herself up and down while the two man slowly rubbed their tightly pressed dicks against each other. It only took some seconds of this triple movement to send Susann off. She came screaming and yelling, her head rocking back and forth made her red hair fly and sparkle.
Silvia had stopped, she listened to her victorious enemy’s screams with closed, tear-filled eyes. Suddenly she turned around, the pain and desperation went from her expression, replaced by a stubborn defiance. She shock her seconds off and screamed: „FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU BITCH!! You WON! You were BETTER, YES! BUT I KICKED YOUR BUTT FOR GOLD! BITCH!!“ She calmed down after she had the attention of everyone. Susan was staring at her. Silvia hissed „But next year, I will take your world championship from you. And afterwards I! WILL! FUCK! YOU! DOWN!“ She flipped her off with both hands, turned and stormed out of the hall. Clara and Amaia followed, the door banged shut.
Susann was sitting on top of her throne made of man-flesh. The last soft waves of her orgasm were still rolling through her but her mind went blank. The joy of her victory had been blemished, had it all been for nothing?
Suddenly, Susann smiled, she thought about the world championship tournament. She knew now, that she had to train even harder, she had to be unbeatable, she needed to reach the final to meet her beautiful arch-enemy and show her superiority over Silvia to the world. And for the aftermath, she would have to train as well, she would need to find the hottest and meanest sex-fighting female athletes and fuck them down to prepare for the next showdown, Silvia would do no less. Susann was grinning widely, it would be an interesting year.
She gestured to Misaki to come to her, she embraced the Japanese girl, and started kissing her wildly while fucking the boys again, Ebba and Malin came in from the sides and all for women kissed. Susann knew that she would cum last of the 6 people in this sexual knot - it was the first round of training after all.
THE END.

[cc25]

Still an awesome saga