THE GYMNASTS - PART 2
By DJH
Still on their knees, the two girls approached each other. Once in range, both
began flailing with their fists in a furious windmill that found the hands
sometime balled, sometimes shaped like claws, and sometimes open-handed. While
often missing or landing on the other’s arms, enough got through so that both
teenagers cheeks became red and both soon showed blood from the side of their
mouths where a punch had driven flesh into teeth.
More from luck than skill, Trisha landed a punch to Leslie’s right eye; Leslie
wailed at this and brought her hands up to her face, which allowed Trisha to
land several unanswered blows to her chest and stomach. In pain and anger,
Leslie’s arms flew out and happened to grab the material of Trisha’s golden
bodysuit. Yanking hard, the material slipped from her shoulders and down her
arms nearly to the elbow, trapping Trisha’s arms and exposing her breasts. They
were small, conical breasts but with noticeably large nipples that were now
swelling due to the physical activity and contact of the fight. Not wasting any
time, Leslie went for her rival’s tits; her right hand trying to crush Trisha’s
left boob, her left thumb and forefinger cruelly pinching the right nipple.
Trisha screamed and tried to wrench away, but her arms were still entangled. At
first she tried to get the suit back on her shoulders, but abandoned that
attempt within seconds and shifted her arms so the straps fell away and her suit
hung loose about her waist. With a snarl of hatred, Trisha balled her left hand
and punched Leslie as hard as she could right in the nose. Leslie yelped and let
go of Trisha’s tits, hands going to a nose that was now beginning to bleed
slightly. Still enraged, Trisha grabbed the shoulders of Leslie’s bodysuit and
within seconds was repaying her rival for the breast damage--in full.
Leslie groaned and writhed, also freeing her arms from the material by slipping
out of it. Her punch landed just below Trisha’s right eye, but hard enough to
jolt her backward and break the tit holds. Leaning back on their knees,
breathing hard, both girls were aware of the aching in their chests, of the hand
marks gouged by the others fingers and the incredible pain emanating from their
mauled nipple. But in both pairs of eyes was a determination to finish this
fight, to utterly defeat and crush this hated rival once and for all. Almost as
if by signal the two athletes lunged at one another, once again going for the
other’s hair.
Four small but well-formed and muscular breasts smacked together; both girls
could feel their rivals erect and firm nipples digging into their breast flesh.
Slipping her right hand out of her enemy’s hair, Leslie went after Trisha’s left
breast, this time using the palm and heel of her hand to try to smash her foes’
assets right into her backbone. Trisha cried and set both of her hands to work,
encircling Leslies’ breasts and squeezing with the power used to do her
gymnastics routines. Leslie quickly retaliated and both girls knelt, tears
streaming from faces and curses hissed between panting breaths, mauling and
crushing the others’ breasts. For nearly two minutes it went on like this; the
Leslie, unable to take anymore, let go with her right hand and clawed
desperately at Trisha’s face. The nails bit hard into the cheek, and Trisha, not
able to go any farther herself, let go of Leslies’ breasts and fell backward as
Leslie sat back on her haunches, both too sore and exhausted to continue for the
moment.
Leslie recovered first and sees Trisha still on her back, leapt at her. But
Leslie had learned from her first experience with Trisha’s scissors and landed
next to her enemy. Her hands went for the material of her opponent’s bodysuit;
grabbing hold she began to yank it down towards her feet, to strip her rival
naked. Trisha immediately crossed her legs to prevent this and sat up so she was
facing Leslie. Her hands went to the material now hanging around Leslie’s waist
and also began yanking down, uncovering the other’s buttocks in a flash. Quickly
Leslie also assumed a sitting position, crossing her legs to prevent removal of
her garment. Both were able to strip the suits down to the knees, but no
farther. And both were surprised to find the other wearing bikini panties,
instead of being bare. Both had their own reasons for wearing this extra
covering; both wondered what the other girl’s reason was.
Trisha made a grab for Leslie’s panties; Leslie quickly moved to get out Of the
way, trying to crawl on her buttocks to keep whatever was below those blue
briefs private. In doing so she unlocked her legs and in seconds Trisha finished
pulling off her rival’s bodysuit. Leslie, enraged, took Trisha’s momentary
distraction with the suit to scratch the soles of her feet, nails digging in to
sensitive flesh. Trisha screamed and as her legs relaxed, Leslie finished
pulling off her bodysuit, leaving her rival in only her golden bikini panties.
Slowly rising to their feet, the two girls, faces still a mask of mutual hatred,
slowly moved toward the other.
For a few moments they feinted and lunged, both trying to gab the others’ last
remaining article of clothing and both dodging away from this final violation of
privacy. Finally Leslie managed to secure a headlock and took Trisha down, both
young girls scrabbling for a hold and ending with both grabbing the others’
wrists as their legs entangled and began squeezing. Up to then, the legs had
been little used; but now thigh and lower leg muscles developed over years of
training came into play as both girls squeezed, legs entangled from waist to
foot. Both gasped and moaned from the strain as they slowly rolled over the mat,
first Trisha then Leslie on top, but neither could take control. The blue and
gold panties remained in place but now began to disappear into the cracks of the
rivals shapely and buffed buttocks.
Freeing her right hand, Leslie, while on the bottom, raised it high and with her
open palm landed a loud SLAP on Trisha’s’ ass cheek. Trisha gasped, allowed
Leslie to roll on top, and returned the favor, digger her fingernails deep into
her rivals flesh. Leslie rolled again and clawed at her foes buttocks and soon
four hands were locked onto four butt cheeks and bloody streaks were soon seen.
And still the incredible leg duel went on.
Both Leslie and Trisha were aware that pressed together like this their pubic
areas were tightly pressed together; and while neither would admit it, both
could feel the warmth growing under the panties, the moistening of the vaginal
walls, the growing arousal that neither wanted but couldn’t deny. The sexual
itching began to distract from the savage fighting, although neither girl
released their grips. Leslie decided it was time to get this bitch naked, once
and for all; while on top she suddenly let go of both legs and butt and pushed
herself away. As Trisha momentarily let herself relax, Leslie Mounted her facing
her legs and grabbed the panty material. Trisha screamed and instinctively
grabbed Leslie’s blue panties while raising her legs to catch Leslies head and
pull her down. Now head to toe, the rivals panties slid off with no trouble and
the two separated and stood, holding the other’s briefs like a prize of war.
Both stared at the others pussy patch. As expected, the public area was
completely shaven and depilated; smooth as a baby’s bottom, you would say. The
Vulva was red and swollen and both girls noted that the wetness they felt was
duplicated in the other. But these were noted only in passing; what both
teenagers were staring at was what had emerged from the folds of skin directly
above the vagina.
The average erect clitoris is about 1” long; for some women it approaches 1
1/2”. The fleshy appendages that were growing from their hiding places on the
two girls bodies were at least 3 1/2” long and perhaps nearer 4”. Not as rigid
or as thick as the male penis, they still appeared gross and out of place on
such tiny women as these two. The reason for the private locker rooms and
showers was now out. Women they were in every way, but the luck of the genes had
given them, along with their physical builds an extra added bonus, one they had
desperately hid from the world all these years. And now they stood exposed to
the one person they hated more than anyone else.
For long seconds the two stood there regarding each other, as hate and fear and
something else ran across their faces. Then Trisha, hands on hips, took a step
forward and thrush out her hips, the dangling clit a challenge. Leslie took a
step forward and responded the hate and arrogance in her eyes now matched by
Trisha. Slowly the two teens approached each other, until their clits were only
inches apart. Both looked into each others’ eyes (and truth be told, into their
own) to see if the other was ready to go through with this; the answer both saw
was yes.
To Be Continued