John’s Girlfriends By Karma John is blindfolded and gagged while his girlfriends settle their differences. John was usually pleased when he heard the front door to his apartment slam. John was usually pleased because the slamming door meant that his body- builder girlfriend was home from the gym, or work, or shopping, or wherever she had been at that particular time. This time John was not pleased because John did not hear the door slam. John did not hear the front door slam because John was flat on his back on his bed, gasping for air and desperately trying to hold on as his second bodybuilder girlfriend did her best (which was very good, indeed) to drain every last millimeter of semen out of his already wilting cock. John gasped, panted and flailed as his girlfriend’s 180 solid pounds bounced on his willing but unable body. The first indication he had that things were not quite as they should be was when John’s bedroom door opened with a crash. Girlfriend Number Two - Scarlett - didn’t miss a beat, but just glanced over her shoulder at the steaming woman in the doorway. "Be with you in a minute. He’s almost done," she blithely called. "He’s done fucking NOW, and you’re fucking DONE!" Girlfriend Number One - Katrina - said. A few minutes later, John lay in a post-coital stupor, barely registering the presence of the two women, who now stood on opposite sides of the room glaring at each other. John leaned up on one arm, looked at his two sweethearts, lay back down and groaned. There would be hell to pay for this, he thought. Both Katrina and Scarlett were the possessive type, and neither would be overly enthusiastic about sharing. The locked gazes of the two women underscored this lack of enthusiasm. Katrina was still naked, her muscular body shining with a slight coating of sweat. Scarlett had discarded her coat and stood in her usual casual attire of sweatshirt and jeans. "So, John has a little honey on the side, I guess," Katrina sneered. "I can’t see what he sees in you, though, dearie. He usually prefers the muscular type." Scarlett glared back. "Don’t let these clothes fool you, sweetie. There’s more muscle packed on this body than you’ll ever see in the mirror. In about one more minute, you’ll see. I’m gonna show you just what muscle is, and then you’ll get a real close look at what the insides of these thighs look like." Katrina laughed, but her gaze never wavered from Scarlett. "Talk is cheap. How about a little less talk and a lot more action? I’m planning on giving you a lesson about messing around with my man." "Your man, eh? Well, why don’t we settle this like real women, unless you’re too scared? How about a little one-on-one?" In a few seconds Scarlett kicked off her shoes, stripped off her sweatshirt and jeans, then quickly removed her bra and panties. She stood, naked as Katrina, and the two looked each other over. Katrina was, for once in her life, impressed with another woman’s body. Scarlett was tall, about 5’ 10", and weighed at least 175. Her back was broad, with strong shoulders leading to densely muscled arms. Her waist was narrow, and her legs were long and powerful. Her long black hair was loose around her face. Her dark eyes narrowed as she, in her turn, looked at Katrina. She saw the prototypical Scandinavian princess. Long, blonde hair (natural, by the looks of it) framed a round face, with a strong jaw, narrow nose and full lips. Her blue eyes, normally placid, now burned with determination. Scarlett looked down at Katrina’s frame, noticing with surprised approval that her body was incredibly similar to Scarlett’s own. Katrina was perhaps a little shorter, but outweighed Scarlett by five pounds. Katrina’s arms were also big, with evident large biceps, even relaxed as they were. Her legs were also long, and while not quite as big as Scarlett’s, were fully muscular. The women had almost forgotten about poor John, as he was almost hiding in the corner of the room, not quite able to mask his arousal at the sight of the two magnificent specimens preparing to do battle over him. Katrina glanced his way and looked at him speculatively. "You know," she said slowly. "It occurs to me that John is the cause of our displeasure. Do you see any reason why he should benefit from our little disagreement?" Scarlett looked at him as well. "Well, he really is such a weasel. I’m not sure what I ever saw in him anyway. He can’t fuck worth shit, as he always blows his load way before I’m ready. His equipment leaves a bit to be desired, and he thinks his tongue is too good to touch my twat. What should we do with him?" "I think we should tie him up and gag him, then cover his eyes and ears. He’ll know that there is some action going on around him, but he won’t know what it is." The women quickly approached the quivering John, and in a few seconds, with the help of some conveniently handy duct tape, had him securely taped to a chair. His eyes and ears were covered with strips of duct tape, as was his mouth. Helpless, he was relegated to a terrible fate - knowing that his two muscular amours were battling it out, but unable to see or hear. We now leave John. His perspective of the struggle would be boring in the extreme. His only knowledge of the action would be as he felt the ground shake as the two women collided. Satisfied with John’s situation, the two women turned their attention back to each other. Katrina slowly raised one massive arm and flexed. Her biceps swelled to epic proportions, a single vein evident, a magnificent high peak. She looked proudly down at her flexed arm, then looked challengingly at Scarlett. "Look at this - 17" of hard muscle! This doesn’t scare you off? The thought of being trapped by this, or having the breath squeezed out of you by this monster?" Scarlett looked at the arm before her with trepidation that she hid well behind a veneer of scorn. She flexed her own equally muscular arm, showing off a display of rock-hard, vascular muscle. "That’s not 17"," she replied. "This is 17"." For several seconds the women flexed as if in a posedown, seeking to intimidate the other with their evident power. Scarlett stopped flexing and stepped towards Katrina. The two women locked eyes again and moved closer and closer together. "Last chance to back out," Scarlett almost whispered. Katrina shook her head, and they both leaped forward. Their bodies collided with a force that shook the room. There was no attempt at finesse here. It was a collision of women both supremely confident in their own strength and power. Chest-to-chest, arms struggling for purchase, the women pressed together, trying to muscle the other back. Katrina wrapped her arms around Scarlett, trying to force her off balance. Scarlett retaliated by wrapping her arms around Katrina, and they women swayed together in the middle of the room, locked in each other’s embrace. Grunting and panting, they squeezed and twisted, but could not gain any immediate advantage. Eventually it turned into a war of attrition, as they realized that they were equally matched in strength, and they remained locked together in a slow-motion ballet. A thin sheen of sweat covered their bodies and made them slip together. Katrina felt Scarlett’s nipples boring into her tits, and maneuvered around so they were nipple-to-nipple. Scarlett’s hands grabbed Katrina’s ass and squeezed, but it was like grabbing onto bowling balls. Scarlett felt Katrina’s long leg slip between hers, trying to trip her, but she reacted quickly, moving hers away. She planted her feet solidly and they leaned together. Finally, after many minutes of almost motionless straining, Katrina overbalanced and fell off to one side. Like a panther, moving faster than a big woman should be able to, Scarlett was behind her and wrapped her arms around Katrina’s waist. They lay on their sides, Katrina caught in Scarlett’s bearhug. Frantically, Katrina grabbed Scarlett’s wrists, trying to break the hold, as Scarlett began squeezing even tighter. Scarlett entwined her legs in Katrina’s and bent her backwards in a "U". Katrina was getting increasingly desperate as her breath got shorter. She felt Scarlett’s nipples against her back, and could feel Scarlett’s warm pussy against her ass. Katrina bumped back hard against Scarlett’s crotch, and was rewarded by a grunt and a momentary loosening of her bearhug. Katrina clamped her hands on Scarlett’s wrists and squeezed with all she had. Scarlett’s grip finally loosened, and Katrina began to force Scarlett’s hands apart. As could be expected, Scarlett resisted, and the two gasping women were soon locked in another contest of strength, as Katrina tried to force Scarlett’s hands apart and Scarlett tried to regain her advantage. Katrina’s arms swelled with muscle, tendons standing out in bold relief. Positioned as they were, their arms were in full contact, and Scarlett could feel Katrina’s biceps rubbing against her own. Each could feel every flex or ripple in the other’s arm. Deadlocked for several more seemingly interminable seconds, Katrina changed tactics. When she felt she had forced Scarlett’s arms far enough apart, she made her move. Rather than trying to escape, as Scarlett expected, Katrina let go of Scarlett’s wrists, and simply twisted in place so the women were suddenly face-to-face. Immediately, Katrina grasped Scarlett’s wrists again, and, with a burst of power, forced the other woman on her back. Now Katrina was in charge as she lay full length on Scarlett, her strong hands holding Scarlett’s arms down to the floor. Katrina quickly entwined her legs in Scarlett’s, and began forcing them out into a grapevine hold. Katrina stared down into Scarlett’s eyes as she lay beneath her. They lay, breast-to-breast, flat stomachs pressed so closely together they could feel the ridges of the other’s abs. Crotch rubbed against crotch, the fire in each fanning the flames of the other. Katrina’s hands slid from Scarlett’s wrists and grabbed her hands. Their arms stretched out to the sides as their fingers interlocked tightly. Scarlett stared up at Katrina’s face hovering only inches above hers. Katrina began trying to force Scarlett’s legs apart, to stretch her into a submission hold. Scarlett fought back, and they lay straining leg against leg, one seeking a concession, the other resisting. Poor John, if he could have observed this scene, would have not been able to contain himself at seeing these two incredibly fit women locked in a battle for supremacy. The muscles in Katrina’s legs and thighs were bulging from the intense effort she was exerting. Scarlett’s equally muscular legs writhed and rippled in response. Katrina forced Scarlett’s legs apart, then Scarlett forced Katrina’s legs back in. It was another deadlock, where incredible exertions of incredible power were matched. For a long minute there was almost no movement, with only the flexing legs indicating the efforts being put forth. Scarlett remembered Katrina’s earlier tactic. She bumped up hard against Katrina’s crotch and pushed with both arms. Katrina, startled and distracted, was slow to respond, and Scarlett bridged again. Katrina slid up Scarlett’s body, losing her grip on Scarlett’s legs. Scarlett tore her hands free, twisted and pushed and rolled free from Katrina. They came back to their feet and approached each other warily. Each was now aware of the other’s strength, and while each was still eager to test that power, there was an added element of respect. Katrina watched Scarlett’s feet as they maneuvered for position. At almost the same instant they moved, and collided with such force they fell to the floor. Katrina pounced, and tried to wrap her legs around Scarlett’s middle. Scarlett reacted quickly, and for several seconds there was a blur of action as they found and lost holds, came together and broke apart. They rolled, Katrina on top for an instant. Scarlett broke away, and they rolled apart. Katrina managed to get her legs around Scarlett’s waist, but Scarlett wrenched her body around and matched Katrina’s scissors. They lay on their sides, heads in opposite directions, in a dual body scissors. Katrina squeezed. Scarlett squeezed. They each had the scissors around the other’s body just under their breasts. Almost by design, their crotches were in close proximity, and Katrina could feel the heat radiating from Scarlett’s body. The pressure increased until neither could breathe. Panting and gasping for air, Katrina reached behind her and tried to pull Scarlett’s legs apart. Out of desperation, Scarlett started their bodies rolling, and they rolled across the floor, neither losing their scissors. They slammed into a wall, the impact breaking their respective grips. The women came to their knees and, with barely a pause, came together again. Their hands fought for a grip on the other’s arms or body, but were thwarted. Katrina’s hand went out as she tried to grasp Scarlett’s wrist. Scarlett countered, and their hands tangled, then their fingers slid together and linked. As quickly, their other hands met and locked together. Kneeling face to face, pressing together body to body from thigh to stomach to breast, the two powerful women poured all their considerable power into an effort to force the other’s wrists back. Their arms were bent at the elbow, hands up by their shoulders. Their heads were so close together they could feel the other’s explosive breath in their face. Again, brown eyes locked onto blue eyes. Curiously, this time there was no animosity, but pure determination to prevail. Katrina almost smiled at Scarlett, and Scarlett almost smiled back. Then, gazes sharpened and muscles swelled and they fought. For at least two minutes they fought in heated stalemate. Muscular backs grew even wider, strong shoulders bulged from the intense effort. Their arms remained almost motionless, though muscles rippled in biceps and forearms. Their hands were about the same size, with long, strong fingers that gripped the other’s hand tightly. Katrina felt her hand going numb and Scarlett almost groaned at the pain in her arms. Neither would give, neither would concede, neither would ask for mercy. Another two minutes passed. Slowly they stretched their arms out to the side, straightening their elbows, until they were fully extended. Even now, neither had any leverage advantage since their arms were the same length. Scarlett felt a drop of sweat run down the spot where their thighs were almost welded together. Breast pressed against breast, nipple against nipple. Exhaustion was setting in, and their heads slowly came closer together until their foreheads touched. No longer able to focus on the other’s eyes, their gaze turned inward, where they each looked for that last spark of effort. Unable to bear it any longer, and looking for any way to end the standoff, Katrina slowly began rubbing her chest against Scarlett’s. Sweat lubricated their action, and Katrina felt her erect nipples slowly and erotically rub against Scarlett’s. Almost in unison, the two women moaned. Scarlett relaxed an infinitesimal amount. Katrina, waiting for just that moment, surged. Her intense effort, coupled with Scarlett’s momentary lapse, broke the deadlock. Within a few seconds, Scarlett was groaning with pain as Katrina bent her wrists back to the breaking point. "Give, goddamn it, or I’ll break your fucking wrists!" Katrina hissed. Scarlett tried to regroup, but was unable to recover. Finally, with an anguished moan, she signaled her defeat. The women fell apart, trying to massage feeling back into tortured limbs. Finally, they rolled so they faced each other again. Scarlett stared at her opponent’s face. "That was unfair. If I would have known that this would turn into a sex fight, I would have kicked your ass that way." "All is fair..." replied Katrina. "And in a real sex fight, there is no way it would have turned out any different." "Oh, yeah?" said Scarlett, rising to her knees. "Talk is cheap. Prove it." To be continued...