The night arrived. Tuxedos, gowns, more Veuve Cliquot, smoked salmon, the whole nine yards. The battlers were ensconced in their respective rooms. The women were a pair of stunning redheads named Janet and Alix. They stood 5'9", weighed about 140 pounds, with 36-26-34 figures. Both were attractively muscled, well defined beauties. Janet, with dark red, shoulder-length hair, severely pulled back into a bun, donned a skintight, royal blue bikini and bra. Alix, a shorthaired beauty with bright red hair, wore a gold, metallic number held together on the sides by small, gold metal rings. Their skins were lightly oiled. They were confident, excited, aroused, and hungry. Their nipples stood out, the low-riding bikinis hugged their asses, and outlined their cunts. These vixens attended to every detail, even going to the point of making sure that their nail polish matched their bikinis.
John, their opponent, waited in his room. He was close to 6', about 180 pounds, and muscular. John had done some bodybuilding in his time. He was in superb shape and wore his black hair in short braid reminiscent of eighteenth-century sailors. Lightly oiled like Janet and Alix, John stood before the mirror in a custom, posing bikini. It seemed to have been painted on his body. Made out of a silver snakeskin pattern, it outlined a large, semi-aroused cock. His bikini's material was thin and molded to him. It would be evident to all just how well the bikini outlined his aroused cock. An arrogant man, he admired his looks. He couldn't wait to impale Janet and Alix and enjoy them for the evening. John couldn't wait to be at them.
The three grapplers entered the room to the sound soft applause, appreciative murmurs, and barely audible comments. The audience looked over the combatants and they one another.
Janet was first. She crouched and circled slowly toward John. As they approached each other and circled, John made the first move. He moved toward Janet, feinted at her with his arms, as if to grab her, but instead used his right leg to sweep her feet out from under her. She was down on her back in a flash. John quickly put her into a bow and arrow, pulling the blue-bikinied beauty's left arm and leg, pressing his right foot into her side. John grinned lustfully, thinking that this was all too easy. Tonight would be one of the world's great fuck fests, he thought. Saundra, sitting across the room from Dave, eyed John as his muscled rippled and stretched, the tiny bikini outlining the curvature of his now fully aroused cock.
Save for grunts as John pulled her arm and leg, Janet was silent, but not for long. She whipped her right hand around and sunk her painted nails into John's left calf. The shock alone was enough to make him let go and fall on his ass. Rather than attack, Janet, cool and calculating, tagged Alix who charged into John, dropping onto his six-pack stomach with her left knee, knocking the wind out of him. Stunned, surprised, and more than a little bit shaken, John grasped his abdomen as Alix stood and slammed her right foot into his side repeatedly. She was only warming up.
Quickly dropping atop John's chest she put the muscleman into a schoolgirl pin, smothering him with her golden-bikinied pussy, roughly pulling his heads deeply into the cleft of her loins. Alix rolled to her side, turning her hold into a cruel scissor hold. John thrashed a bit and then concentrated on breaking free. Luckily for him the oil coating Alix's lovely thighs and legs let him work his head free. He rolled away and stood. Shaking the cobwebs from his head, John stretched his arms and legs, and then approached Alix cautiously. She crouched and waited for his approach. When he was a short distance away she leapt, hoping to wrap her steel legs around his waist and arms about his head. Instead, John caught her in his hands and lifted her ceiling-ward. Dropping to left knee he brought Alix down, planning on smashing her cunt into his raised right knee. John miscalculated. The distance wasn't great enough, and when Alix's cunt met instead John's thigh she locked her legs around it and then her arms around his head, suffocating him between her full, oiled, sweating breasts. John responded with a bear hug. What a magnificent sight. More than a few women in the audience were squirming in their seats. If I wasn't mistaken, one was rhythmically, albeit surreptitiously, or so she thought, grinding herself into the leather seat cushion. If the other men were like me, they were most definitely sporting wood.
John tried to stand and free his leg from Alix's steely vise. She only tightened her grip and caused him to fall to the floor. Both struggled in each other's arms, muscular bodies, coated in an oily, sweating sheen, revealing bikinis highlighting their forms, neither ready to quit.
Alix was strong, but she wasn't about to match John head on for long. She wanted to have the energy for her post match delights with John. As they struggled on the floor, Alix maneuvered their intertwined bodies toward Janet's corner. Alix's hand darted out and in a flash Janet jumped in. John was in a bind, but he didn't know it. Rather than letting go, he continued squeezing the red headed grappler. He was on top and could feel Alix weakening. Janet calmly walked over and grabbed his pigtail, wrapping it in her fist, and pulled his head backward. It forced John to loosen his grip on Alix just a bit, allowing her to escape.
