1 comments/ 2227 views/ 3 favorites A Stronger Love Ch. 01 By: KatieTay When Ashley first came back from the rifle range and told me she had been hit on by another woman, we giggled about it. I teased her about her desirability – how could anyone look at her and not fall for her immediately, I never understood – and she just blushed and brushed it off as usual. It wasn't surprising at all that an ex-military gun aficionado bull dyke would be attracted to my girlfriend, a lithe little pixie with a physique toned by regular yoga, who handled assault rifles like a pro. What was not to lust after, seriously? But then, over the next few weeks, things seemed to get a little more serious. Ashley hid nothing from me, and her face would cloud over a little as she faithfully told me about Donna's continuing attempts to woo her, despite her making it clear that she was already spoken for. She couldn't rebuff Donna just like that, because Donna was keeping it friendly and warm, and neither of us was the possessive and territorial type, exactly. I couldn't exactly get angry at this woman and tell her to "keep off my turf", after all. Ashley had a right to make her own friends and decide what company to keep or not keep. Still, I admitted to her as we were cuddling one night before bed that it did bother me, just a little. "How close have you gotten to her, dear? Would you say there's a real connection, you know, like, on a person-to-person level?" Ashley shifted as she pondered the question. I loved how just about everything she said was thought out and carefully considered. "I'd say there is definitely potential for a long-term friendship there. She's told me some things about her past, which I've told you about: her military service, why she moved here, and the rest. I think I've told you pretty much everything she's shared with me. She has been very open, and she is good to talk to, especially about rifles. Which should be unsurprising." She quirked a smile. Well, I reflected, Donna may have been in a non-combat vocation, but she would certainly be able to connect with Ashley on that level, their shared love of military-calibre firearms. Me, I just about knew an AR-15 from an AK-47, but beyond that, I couldn't begin to tell you anything. Ask me anything about the gym and working out, though, and I could probably answer it. I sensed there was more. "Yes, love, what is it?" She sighed, and I knew she was partly sighing happily because I could almost read her mind sometimes. "She did ask me about you, and I told her a few things. The most important thing was that I love you, obviously. But that didn't seem to faze her. Today, she..." Ashley flushed. "She tried to hold my hand." I tensed, but I waited for her to tell it her own way. "It wasn't anything really overt. We were just having drinks, after my shooting practice was done, and I was just sipping my fruit juice and she was having a beer, and it was going really well. I mean the conversation. And then at one point when we were laughing she just reached across and put her hand on mine. And I... kind of froze up a little bit. I didn't want to be too brusque, so I didn't jerk my hand away or anything. I just moved it away after a while during a lull in the conversation. I am not sure I managed to convey that I was uncomfortable with it." I gnawed my lower lip. Then I grinned. "Hey... I know what to do about her. Hee hee hee." Ashley grinned as well. She knew what my "hee hee hee" meant whenever I did it. It meant someone was about to get a bout of major discomfiture. I was going to poke Donna, and poke hard. "Ok, love... get your phone, and snap a picture of us, right here, in bed." She giggled. "Naked, like this?" "Well, ok, blanket pulled up to our chests. And the next time I come up as a subject of conversation, just show her the picture. And tell me just how far down her face falls." "I suppose I will try my best to introduce you as a topic of conversation as soon as possible then," she said, with a wink. "Darn tootin' right you will." It wasn't outright possessiveness – I trusted Ashley implicitly to find an opportunity to show Donna the photo as innocuously as possible. She was good at innocuous. But it would send a clear unspoken signal, from me to her: this is my woman, and I have the means to defend my claim. For good measure, I kept my left arm around her shoulders, and flexed my right arm as Ashley snapped the photo. We made sure the lighting set off the lines of definition in my arm muscles. "That'll show her!" I thought. "And put an end to this nonsense." I was so wrong. The next weekend, I had a longer workout than usual and chatted a bit more with some of the other guys and girls afterwards, so when I got home Ashley was waiting for me. She was seated with a big pot of Earl Grey, and it was already half-empty. When I came in the door, she immediately put her cup down and came to hug me, looking slightly distraught. "Uh oh." "Uh oh is right!" Ashley sighed. "How much do you want to hear, my love? "As always, only what you want to tell. But... I do want a clear picture. Tell me whatever you can." Ashley sighed again. With her arms around my neck, she told me, "Katie, I don't think it worked. I found an excuse to show her the picture. And I made some comment about your muscles, and how sexy I found them. I think I messed up, because I thought I saw that her face was beginning to fall when she first saw the picture, but when I mentioned how attractive I found your physique, she seemed to brighten up somehow. She laughed and said, 'Honey, I think I got your Asian girlfriend beat in that department,' and then she raised her arm and flexed it. She was wearing a camou tank top, so she could show quite a bit. Then she said a few more things about how she was sure she could take you on, and said that we – meaning she and I – should get together sometime, and she'd show me what a real strong woman felt like. That's more or less what she said. Love... are you alright?" My face must have been as black as my mood, because Ashley promptly pulled me in for a deep, passionate kiss. We cupped each other's heads and kissed each other hard for a while, moaning into each other's mouths, feeling the pleasant vibrations down in our throats. Then I looked at her and said, "You know what? You know I never back away from a challenge." "Yes, love." "This right here is a challenge." "Yes, it is, my love." "You can tell her, she can just come over and meet me, and we'll... clear the air." "Ok, love." "Ash?" "Yes?" "Are you attracted to her?" Ashley looked like a kitten caught doing something wrong. But, as always, her honesty prevailed. "A bit. Just... on the physical level. You know I belong to you, heart and soul. And body." "Yes, love, I do know that. But you do feel attracted to her, and not just physically, am I right?" She bit her lip and lowered her eyes. I knew my Ashley far too well. She would never have just passively sat there and let advances be made upon her without at least a firm but polite unequivocal rebuff, if something inside her hadn't stirred at something inside Donna. "She's... not a mean person. She's been through a few things. As have we all. But she... genuinely has feelings for me. I can see it in her eyes." "And I can respect that, and understand that, but if she wants to 'muscle' in on our relationship... on my turf... then I've got to deal with her on those terms." "Yes, you do." Ashley looked up, and there was a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You just made me a little... aroused... when you used possessive language like 'my turf' on me." "Only... a little?" I ended up carrying her into the bathroom and the shower stall, both of us furiously shedding clothes along the way, leaving a trail of clothing behind us. "Tell Donna," I panted, in between hot kisses, with the water running down both our bodies, "that if she wants to try and outmuscle me, she is welcome to come and get her ass kicked." Ashley moaned and nodded, and we carried on. Later that evening, as we relaxed in bed after dinner, Ashley wordlessly showed me her phone. She'd sent Donna a message detailing more or less what I had said, with the final gauntlet thrown at the end. And Donna had sent back a simple short message, with only four words. "Will do. What terms?" I stared at the screen. "The hell does she mean by 'terms'?" "I think she is asking for the specifics of how to resolve the challenge you issued." "Ok... I think this is the point where she and I talk for the first time, woman to woman," I decided. "What do you think of a phone call, dear? We put her on speakerphone." "I'll suggest it to her. I think it is a good idea at this point." Ashley sent the message, waited, and then said, "She says ok." She made the call, and Donna picked up almost immediately. "Hey, darling," her voice came out. There was a slight hint of a Southern drawl in her voice, just a slight hint. Just enough to set my teeth on edge. "Donna, there is only one woman who can call my Ashley that, and that is me," I told her. There was a brief silence, then, "Why, hello there, Katie. I've heard so much about you." "And I've heard quite a bit about you. Especially the parts where you hit on my girlfriend." Ashley squeezed my hand and stroked my upper arm. "Honey, let me tell you, in my world, it's survival of the fittest, okay? And looking at that photo that you made Ash take, I can tell you, if you and I go head to head, you'll be the one coming off worse. If she had a real choice, Katie, to choose the stronger and better woman between us, I say she'd choose me. And you want to prove me wrong, don't you?" I wasn't even going to call her out on her total misuse of the term "survival of the fittest". I was too riled up to care. "Tough talk from you, Donna. What makes you think you stand even a chance of Ashley choosing you over me?" "Let's get straight down to brass tacks, Katie. I like Ashley. Very much. I want to do all kinds of things with her, and make her scream my name at the ceiling. And I know she likes me too, even if she doesn't know it yet. Sure, I know you both are in love, and all that. Yeah. Whatever. I can respect that, but whatever. That's neither here nor there to me, because what I want is my turn with her, to prove I got what it takes to make her happy, and if I have to prove my dominance over you to get it, it will not be a problem. Do you understand what I am saying?" Her tone had changed, become rougher. Her way of speaking had become clipped and curt. Her forthright directness took me aback completely. For some long moments, Ashley and I just sat and looked at each other. Donna didn't say a thing, but simply waited. I broke the silence first. "Looks like she wants to fight me for you." Ashley shook her head in resignation. "This has to stop," she sighed. "Donna..." I put a hand to her lips, gently covering them with my fingers. Ashley looked at me with surprise. "Ashley," I said softly, but I knew Donna could hear us all the same. "Do you want to be fought over?" Again, that guilty kitten look I knew so well. I said, "Dear, I know you love me all the same, no matter what happens. But now, let me ask you some questions." "Ok, my love." "Are you sexually attracted to Donna?" "Somewhat. Yes. Not as much as to you." "Enough to have sex with her?" "... Yes." "Do you like the idea of me defeating another woman to win you as a prize?" "... Yes." Her liquid eyes shone at the thought. The eyes have it, truly, I thought. The instinctive reaction can't be concealed. "If Donna gets to be with you, do you think she will mistreat you, or force something on you against your will?" "... No, I don't think Donna would do that." "She's right," Donna's voice came out of the phone on the table. "I won't. I care about her, and I want to make her feel good. Better than you can." "Ashley," I said, raising my voice a little. "Donna thinks she's better than me. She thinks she can somehow win you from me. Do you think I can beat her?" "I believe in you, Katie," Ashley said immediately. "I think you can do it." Donna interjected again. "And if she can't?" Ashley turned to the phone. "If this is going to happen, Donna, I'm going to set the terms. I don't want either of you getting hurt in a stupid brawl or anything similar to that. The both of you will compete in a way that is safe, and will leave both of you unhurt, with no lasting injuries. It will not be excessively violent." "Well, some hurt is going to be necessary, if we wrestle. It's kind of part of the deal, you know?" "Then there won't be wrestling." "No, dear, it's alright," I said. "I know how to take care of myself on the mat. You've seen me. That much pain, I can take. And dish out." "And I know judo and unarmed combat training, so I'll be more than okay with taking on Katie on the mat," Donna said, sounding smug. But Ashley was adamant. "No, no wrestling. I don't want to see Katie getting injured, and I don't particularly want you getting hurt either, Donna. You two can compete physically, but nothing rough." "Don't have faith in Katie, darling?" "Even if I believe she can beat you at wrestling, and I do, there is always a risk of injury," Ashley shot back at her, warming my heart. "I don't want anyone to get hurt because of me." Grudgingly, Donna acquiesced to those terms. In the end, we managed to hammer out the terms of the competition. Donna and I would start off with arm wrestling. The winner of that, Donna suggested, would get a victory kiss from Ashley. We assented. Then we would move on from arm strength to leg strength, and do a special leg wrestling contest. We'd sit opposite each other on chairs and take turns to squeeze each other's knees together with our legs. It would be a timed contest, and both of us trusted Ashley to be an impartial referee. Whoever could press the other's knees together in the shorter time would be the winner. And of course, the winner of that would get another victory kiss. I could almost hear the yearning in Donna's voice as she suggested that again. Naturally, she wanted a kiss with Ashley very badly. Just like anyone else would, of course! It would be a best out of three, as well, so if either Donna or I managed to win both the arm and leg strength contests, it would be a win. Total defeat and domination. If it was tied at that point, however... the last contest would be a straight-out chest-to-chest toe-to-toe mercy contest. A fingerlock test of strength. She and I would just lock hands and push, until one of us was forced onto her knees and got her wrists bent painfully, to the point where she had no choice but to cry out for "mercy". Hence the name of the contest. Ashley balked a little at this, since it involved pain, but Donna and I were surprisingly united in our desire to have this be the clincher. We were both raring to inflict at least some pain and hurt on each other, I suppose. It would only be minor wrist pain, we told her, and would test our powers of endurance. And the strength of our love, I privately thought. Donna was just in lust with Ashley, at the most. She didn't deserve to taste Ashley's sweet, tender lips. I would have to stop her with everything I had. Finally, we hammered out the terms. Donna would be coming over on the weekend – I'd have "home turf" advantage, so to speak. And the final winner of the contest... would have her way with Ashley, right before the eyes of the loser. This would cement the humiliation. It was Donna who suggested it, and I agreed after Ashley gave me a resolute nod. What a fitting outcome it would be. I was feeling my animosity for this woman grow by the second. It would be such a thrill to beat her in front of Ashley, and then to make her watch as Ashley and I celebrated our love in front of her... Ashley was wriggling in her seat too, as she leaned against me. Her cheeks were flushed. We had never done anything like this before. We hadn't planned for this to be happening. But it was, and we let ourselves be swept along with it. "Be seeing you Saturday night, then... Ashley, darling... and Katie." "We'll be ready for you, Donna," I said. "Oh... I know Ashley will be. As for you... we'll see, won't we." And she hung up. Ashley and I looked at each other quietly for long moments. It felt surreal, now. It was actually going to happen. I was going to "wrestle" another woman, by Ashley's description taller, bigger and stronger, and Ashley herself would be on the line. My girlfriend, my lover, would be the living prize. "So," she said softly, "we're going to do this." I held her by the shoulders. "Love, if you're having any second thoughts at any time, you know you can back out of it any time you want. We'll just tell her the thing's off. No big deal." She looked back, and I knew she was conveying how appreciative she was with her eyes alone. "I'm ok if you are, love," she said. "If this will please you, I will do it." "It'd please me to beat her ass and make love to you in front of her," I retorted. "Not so much if I lose! But... if there isn't the chance of losing, then winning has no meaning, so I guess them's the breaks." "I guess we both have to risk it," she murmured. "Will you be okay, if I lose? I don't intend to... but... if?" She looked down and away, blushing slightly. "I don't want you to lose. But if you do... then I will want to bear the humiliation along with you." "It'll be humiliation for you?" "In a way... I'd think of it as me being defeated too, since I stake myself on your strength. I'll let her take her prize... but I'll try not to orgasm." I smiled, thinking of how stubborn she was, and how good she was at holding off on cumming. I could never outmatch her, when we had our "contests". "Unless..." Ashley stroked my arms, feeling the knots of muscle that were my developed triceps, "you're the one wanting to back out?" I pulled up my arms into a double-biceps pose, and she squealed softly and squeezed my arm muscles appreciatively. "If this is what it takes to get her off your back, then I got no qualms defending what's mine, love." She feverishly stripped my padded tank top off me, and I stripped hers off as well, so that we were both topless. I cupped her breasts in my hands, rubbing the nubs of her nipples which were already stiff and hard, and she moaned into my neck, digging her fingernails into my back, kneading the firm muscles there. "My champion..." she mumbled as she kissed her way up my chin to my eager, open lips. Then she pushed me onto my back and straddled me, which surprised me. She was tapping into her less prominent "top" side. Clearly she was in a frisky mood. She knew I loved it. "Take a good look at what you're fighting for this Saturday, love," she cooed, as she slowly pulled her arms into her own double-biceps flex. Her lean muscles stood out on her arms and chest. She knew just how to drive me crazy with desire. It wasn't just her firm musculature, as impressive as I found it, toned by her yoga and other fitness activities. It was that attitude, that posture of power and confidence, of sexy strength, that I found irresistible. Within moments of her doing that simple thing, I got incredibly wet, and she knew it. It was why she did it... primarily for my pleasure... and that thought alone could sometimes send me over the edge. I groaned hoarsely as I reached up and ran my hands over her well-formed limbs and sturdy torso. My blood was up, and I wanted her as much as I had ever wanted her right then. I pulled her down on top of me, and she dropped her sexy dominant posturing, the both of us content to simply let our bodies meld together, her strong legs tangling with my somewhat thicker ones, her nipples pressing with electric urgency into my flesh and mine into hers... A Stronger Love Ch. 01 As she turned me over onto all fours and knelt beside me, gently fisting me from behind as she often did, enjoying the way I was basically a shivering puddle of melted butter at her touch, a thought kept intruding into the forefront of my consciousness. Making love to Ashley was so sweet, so wonderful. I didn't really want anyone else to ever experience it, selfishly enough. They could find their own partners to be happy with – Ashley was mine. But to measure myself against another woman who wanted the same thing... to see if I could please Ashley by letting her see just how hard I would fight for her... to find out if I was "worthy" of the pleasure Ashley gave me every single day... As I came, clenching on Ashley's little fist, my body jerking in ecstatic spasms, I was thinking of something different for a change. Normally I just thought of her as she made me orgasm, and all was good. But this time, I imagined myself slamming Donna's arm down onto the table... taking my victory kiss... Donna's weeping face at my crotch level as I held her down, as she mouthed the word "mercy" while looking up at me... all while Ashley watched. I would make it happen, come hell or high water. I would do my Ashley proud. A Stronger Love Ch. 02 On the morning before the duel - in my mind that was what I was terming it - Donna sent Ashley a picture of herself, flexing her right arm, topless but nipple off-camera, with the accompanying message: "the arm that will crush Katie :) looking forward to our good time tonight sweetheart". Ashley didn't have to ask; I stripped my top off and did the same pose, with Ashley taking the picture for me at the same angle, and she accompanied it with the message: "This is what I have to look forward to every day :) I believe she'll beat you with this." Donna then continued the battle of wills. The next picture was of her sculpted, ridged abdomen, featuring a belly-button piercing. "Tight and ripped, just for you darling. XOXO." Ashley sent back one of my abdomen. I was a bit self-conscious about it, because I hadn't been dieting down, and my abs definition wasn't spectacular. The lines were visible, but I also had noticeable belly fat. Still, Ashley sent the picture with the message: "Impressive, but I like Katie's better." It didn't take long before a reply came: "Mine are way hotter. You can touch them and see for yourself, after I beat her." Then another picture, this one of her legs, from a top-down perspective. She was wearing only a pair of thongs. The message with this one was corny: "thunder thighs will crush Katie's. BOOM!" She had to take selfies, because clearly she didn't have a loving girlfriend to take pictures for her, I couldn't help thinking smugly. But as I looked at the triple-teardrop of her quadriceps and her sizeable calves, I felt less smug. They were... better legs than mine, in terms of both muscle mass and definition. As if sensing my thoughts, Ashley dropped to her knees and began caressing my thighs gently. "I still love your legs much better, love. You know I do, right?" "Yes, but you're biased." "Always," she said, kissing my quadriceps. "Now let's get you in a pair of thongs and send our response picture," she said, winking suggestively. She took a picture of my legs with me standing up and angling them for best effect. Thanks to my heavy deadlifting, my hamstrings were rather impressive, even if I did say so myself - thick and curvy. Ashley sent it with the accompanying message: "These are the legs that make me go weak at the knees. I'm aroused just by the thought of seeing them beat yours. I'm looking forward to it tonight. Good luck, Donna. You will need it." And that concluded our psychological warfare, because we didn't get any more picture attacks from her. Ashley concluded that we'd successfully psyched her out. "Score one for Team Katie!" she said, doing a cute little fist pump. I grabbed her fist with my hand and gave her a sly smile. "Tonight, I'm scoring this one..." She got a glint in her eyes. Of course she knew what I meant. "I'm really looking forward to it, my love," she said, her smile widening. We had skipped the previous night's lovemaking, settling just for spooning and cuddling in bed. Holding her warm body so close to mine always got my heart racing and my endorphins surging to euphoric levels, but neither of us wanted to chance it. There wasn't much hard evidence at all to support why athletes ought to abstain from sex before a competition, for sure, but I wasn't willing to risk not being at my top form for my duel with Donna. Besides... the sexual energy building up between us could only serve as extra motivation for me. Still, by evening, we were necking and kissing furiously, me on the kitchen chair and her perched on my lap. She was mumbling semi-coherent words of encouragement into my ears, and I was murmuring reassurances to her in turn. About an hour before, I was stretching and limbering up, trying to quell the jitters I was feeling. It was akin, in some small way, to the last time I took part in a local CrossFit competition, way before I had met Ashley. I was up against about a dozen other women from around the region. I did pretty well for myself, finishing around the middle of the charts, but it was the first time I had performed the various exercises in a competitive setting, in public. The stakes were low that time - I had been competing for myself, just for fun, really. But as Ashley sat down with me, helping me to apply makeup - "war paint", she playfully called it, but that was exactly what it was - I felt as if the stakes were so much higher than any public competition. I sat quietly in front of the mirror in our room as she carefully applied my sweat-proof foundation for me, with a bit of eyeshadow, and the red, red lipstick we saved only for bedroom play (because neither of us wore red lipstick kind out in public - she didn't even wear lipstick, usually). Then she helped me out of my clothes, so that I was wearing only a pair of tiger-stripe thongs - we had a matching pair, for jungle roleplay, and I had given her the pick of my attire for tonight. "Because I want you to fight wildly and passionately for me," she had said, with her cheeky wink, and I had wholeheartedly agreed. She began to oil me up, with baby oil, rubbing it into my skin with her soft yet strong fingers. My breathing slowed to match hers as her hands travelled all over my body... down my arms, down my sides, pressing into my firm upper chest, cupping the swells of my modest B-cup breasts, down my thick muscled trunk, along the curves of my thighs, and finally down to the lumps of my calves. I gleamed all over. I looked formidable. Ashley knelt down beside me. She was wearing only a strapless bra, and I knew her immodesty was just for my pleasure and extra motivation. Her eyes shone as she took in the sight of my nearly-naked body, the product of her loving ministrations. She swallowed a few times. "My panties are soaked," she said. I pointed to my barely-there thongs and how wet they already were. "No point changing into another pair, for me. It'd just get soaked right through again." She chuckled, and bit her lip. I took her face in my hands, and was about to bend down and kiss her, when the doorbell rang. "She's here," Ashley said. Donna was about 10 minutes early. "She'll want some time to get ready. You can go help her get set up in the living room. I'll come out when you come back here and tell me it's time." She cocked her head and smiled faintly. "You trust me alone with her out there? She's going to be in the same state of undress as you are, in just a while." "Silly question. Do you still have to ask if I trust you with another sexy, strong woman who's into you and whom you have some good feelings about, and who wants to win a lovemaking session with you by beating me in a strength contest? Why wouldn't I?" She blew me a kiss as she walked out the door and to the living room, and I heard her greet Donna, politely enough. Donna sounded rather more enthusiastic. There was a moment, and then Ashley said audibly, "I'm sorry, Donna, but you can't do that with me. Those were the terms. Please adhere to the conditions we agreed upon." I smiled to myself. Trusting her alone out there with another woman? I trusted her with my life. Then I took a few deep breaths. This was it... It seemed that only moments later, Ashley was at the door. "It's time, love," she said softly. And right before I stepped out of the room, she slipped in and kissed me on the cheek. "Please win," she breathed. I kissed her back on the cheek. Then I walked out to meet my rival for the first time. She was already undressed for our duel, in the same way I was, and she was pacing around, doing arm and shoulder stretches. Her thongs were, naturally, camou patterned. Our eyes met, and we stood stock still, only our eyes moving in mutual appraisal. She had about an inch or more over me in height... and she was more muscular than me, all over. She had broader shoulders, thicker arms, more ripped legs. Her midriff was, as the picture had shown, more defined than mine. Her pectoral muscles were more developed than mine, too - they were like meaty slabs supporting her obvious boob job - spherical D-cups. I was curvier in the right places, but that wouldn't really help me win. I was definitely the underdog in this duel, and judging by the way her lips started to curl in a smile, she was thinking the same thing. We started walking towards each other, and stopped a few steps away, both of us unconsciously folding our arms. "Katie," she said, inclining her head. "We meet at last." "Donna," I replied. "Good to put a face to pictures." She cracked a grin. "Did Ashley like those? I hope they spiced things up for her." I chuckled, and said, "You do know that's the main reason you're here tonight? To spice up our sex life. And not because we needed it, even. Just because I thought it'd be a good idea to show you why you don't go after my girl." "I like your girl," Donna said, her Southern twang coming out a little more strongly. "And I know she likes me too... I'll show you, soon enough." She let her arms fall, and took a deep breath, making the muscles on her bare torso shift. "I've been dreaming about kissing those sweet lips of hers," she said, throatily. "And the rest of her, besides." I took a step nearer. "If you want any of that, you're going to have to go through me." We had a stare-off. She smirked. "I see you dolled yourself up all pretty and nice. Maybe you're a little subby yourself? Maybe you're a lipstick in secret, hm?" "Not even close. She put this on for me, because she thought I'd look good like this, and I do anything for her." "Anything, huh?" "Anything." "Think you can beat me for her?" "I'm sure I can." She flexed her arms. "Beat this guns?" I flexed mine too. "Yeah." Just like that, the atmosphere had become charged. My pussy was practically dripping wet - the fluid was flowing down my inner thighs already, and my clit was pulsing. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Ashley biting her lip and touching herself through her pants. Part of me was glad she got to enjoy this scenario, however it would play out. This was as exotic as it was likely to get, for us. She'd get to have two Amazonian women comparing muscles and tussling for her affections - every girl ought to feel like such a prize once in a while, perhaps. "Let's get started, then, shall we?" Donna said. I assented, and we slowly drew apart, breathing more quickly now. I sneaked a quick glance down and saw that Donna's thongs had become wet through as well... and her clit was visibly engorged. We moved over to the table and sat down across from each other, and Ashley moved to the middle between us. Donna reached across to me for a handshake, which after a moment I accepted. Her grip was firm, and I matched it, all the while holding her gaze steadily. "May the stronger woman win," she said. Corny, but in the current setting... very appropriate. I gave a stiff nod in response. Then without breaking hand contact, we shifted our grip so that we hooked thumbs and pressed our palms together, slowly curling our fingers around each other's hands. Ashley had done my nails as well, even though I usually kept them clipped short. They gleamed red under the kitchen light. Donna's were chipped, and plain. Her palm was callused, like mine, but different. She'd clearly done heavy lifting as well, but different kinds from mine. It felt a bit surreal. Me and Donna, in the kitchen belonging to Ashley and me, where we'd had countless meals; within this intimate setting, an intruder, an interloper, reeking with physical power, a potent sexual presence. And here I was, locking arms with this home invader, the both of us nearly naked, with Ashley watching by the side. Then Ashley reached out and placed her tiny lovely hand on both of ours, and I banished all such thoughts from my brain. I was here to thump her arm down in front of Ashley. That was the end of it. "Ready... go!" The moment Ashley lifted her hand, Donna gave a wild cry, and jerked hard on my arm. In an instant, she had me almost halfway down, before I frantically rallied. Ashley half-lifted her hands to her face, eyes wide open. I gripped the edge of the table with my free hand and clenched my teeth, exerting every ounce of strength I could to halt Donna's progress. Moments ticked past. My arm muscles were stretched out on full display before Ashley's anxious eyes. She was standing to my left, so if I was to win I'd have to pull Donna's arm down right in front of her. Right then, I couldn't seem to do it. Donna's surge of power had left me shaken and trying to rally, barely able to keep her at bay. At this angle, the strain was almost purely on my biceps. Then Donna shifted her posture, which was a legitimate move, unfortunately, and got more of her shoulder into the action. My arm trembled and shook, and began to move down again, past the halfway point. I was groaning and grunting with effort by then, not caring how I looked with my face scrunched up with the sheer exertion. The sweat was beading on my face and on my bare torso. I was lucky my makeup wasn't running yet, but soon it would. 30 seconds into the match, and I was on the verge of losing, almost three quarters of the way down, holding off Donna with my arm strength alone. Donna stuck her tongue out with the effort she was putting forth, but she was smiling. "Looks like Ashley's lips are mine to kiss, honey," she panted. Her shoulders rippled with power. The taunt galvanized me. I began grunting and groaning even more loudly as I knuckled down and flexed harder than I'd ever done. Dimly, I thought I was maybe sounding like a she-bear. Unattractive, desperate growling noises, as I sat there, slowly losing an arm wrestling match right in front of my girlfriend. The shame was starting to make me flush. My whole body was rigid, every sinew taut. Donna was huffing and puffing away, but I had managed to stop her progress. I hadn't managed to reverse any of it. I was on the verge of just giving up - my strained stretched muscles were crying for mercy. Then a mental image came to mind - Donna kissing Ashley, while I slumped over the table, defeated. I shook my head violently, silently screaming "No!" to that thought. I couldn't give in... just couldn't. "Come on, Katie!" Ashley blurted out, breaking her impartiality. "You can do it!" And she reached across and touched my left hand. I was clutching the table so hard with it, my knuckles were turning white. Her gentle touch was like a jolt to my skin. I stared at our locked hands, Donna's on top of mine, and I willed my hand to come up. From the intense way Ashley was staring at our hands too, I knew she was doing the same. It was almost as if it wasn't just me against Donna, but us, the two of us, together. But it still wasn't enough. I couldn't overcome my physical limitations. Despite the way my heart thudded at the mere thought of Ashley... despite the way my veins pulsed with my love for her... despite the way my nerves tingled at her touch... Donna was just too strong for me. She took a deep breath, and gave one final sustained surge of force. I resisted for a few moments... then my arm muscles finally gave out. My hand smacked into the table. We both slumped for a moment, Donna and me. Then Donna grinned from ear to ear, and threw up her arms in triumph. Ashley looked as crestfallen as I'd ever seen her. When she looked at me, her lower lip trembled slightly. I couldn't hold her gaze for long - I looked away as Donna reached across to embrace Ashley with her brawny, sweaty arms. Ashley looked reluctant but resigned - a deal was a deal. She let herself be engulfed in a warm hug by the woman who had just outmuscled me. "The deal was that you have to be watching, Katie," Donna said, sounding out of breath but gleeful. Unwillingly, I turned my face to them again. Ashley was passive, almost like a rag doll, as Donna gently cupped her face and brought her in for a full-on kiss. She closed her eyes, and I could see a little tear of reluctance leak out the corner. But she was a good girl. She kept to our bargain and tried not to flinch even when Donna moaned and cupped one of her breasts. Her fingers trembled on the table. This wasn't trauma, exactly... it wasn't forced, it wasn't non-consensual. But it was, she told me later, one of the most emotionally intense moments she'd ever had in her life. "I mean, I had to accept a kiss and a grope from the woman who'd just defeated you, the love of my life," she said then, "and it had to be done while you were watching. I could sort of feel your helplessness, because I was feeling the same thing, and I knew how you were feeling then." I asked her then if the whole thing had been ok, and she replied with her signature response that always told me just how much she loved me, "It is more than ok." Donna looked satisfied and sated for only a few brief moments after she finally broke the kiss. Then the hunger came back to her eyes, as she drank in the sight of Ashley's pale, almost glow-in-the-dark complexion, set off by the black strapless bra she was wearing and her dark jeans. Then she turned to look at me again. I could almost feel her thirst for victory over me. To get to Ashley, she was probably willing to dole out all the abuse and aggression she could, within the limits we had set. "Next stop, pussy-town," she smirked. "I brought a few of my own toys with me," she said, gesturing to her duffel bag beside the door, "and I can't wait to show my darling how a real woman uses them to make her cum." I rose to my feet. "Get through me first." She walked slowly around the table to stand chest to chest with me again, looking down at me, using her slight height advantage to try and intimidate me. "With pleasure." I gazed back steadily, my blood rushing in my ears. I could not afford to lose the next one. I had to be a better gatekeeper, or a personal nightmare was about to come true. And if it so happened she beat me... I couldn't be sure that I wouldn't raise hell about it. The spectre of defeat and humiliation was a darkness I had to war with. It would take every ounce of self-control I had not to rush Donna and turn our home, Ashley's and mine, into a slaughterhouse. For the next round, we both took a kitchen chair and dragged it out into the living room, and sat down facing each other. Donna smiled and moved her knees inside to the defensive position, "generously" allowing me to go first. I braced my feet against hers and we pressed our flexed calves together. Her legs felt so rock solid, like tree stumps. All three of us looked at our legs, now side by side for even easier comparison. She clearly had the legs of someone who did a lot of cardiovascular activity, in addition to fairly heavy lifting. The cords of muscle rippled all over. I, on the other hand, had a nice amount of muscle bulk on my legs, from squatting and deadlifting, but I was desperately wishing I'd spent much more time on the elliptical, or even outdoors, hiking. Donna's muscular endurance would serve her very, very well indeed in this next contest. Both our thongs were soaked through, with sweat and with other fluids. I could see that she was shaven, although it looked as though it had been about a week or so since she last shaved. Her clit was much more prominent than mine - I could actually see the little protuberance in the right place. My own clit felt engorged, but not nearly as visible. This was yet another way in which Donna's raw sexuality felt as if it overpowered mine. Her muscles... her large silicone D-cups... and now her clit. As we held each other's gazes, our fists clenched by our sides while Ashley measured out the space between her knees with a ruler, I knew she felt the same way. I was resisting her domination with every ounce of willpower I could muster, but the odds favored her for victory, and the curl of her lips told me she knew it too. A Stronger Love Ch. 02 Ashley started the stopwatch app. I looked at her, feeling my heart catch in my throat, and she gave me a look that was almost plaintive. "I love you," she said, and blew me an air smooch. I could only give one stiff nod in response. My legs... I'd always been proud of their thickness and strength... today they'd be put to the test. "Ready... go!" I flexed my legs and squeezed... but Donna was equal to the task of matching the force I could exert. Her legs didn't budge, not one iota. I hunched over slightly, being extra careful not to adopt a posture that could strain my lower back - Ashley and I had done some practice in preparation for this contest, and we'd worked out some of the pitfalls I had to avoid. I would just have to flex my adductors, my inner thigh muscles, harder than Donna could flex her abductors. Long seconds passed... "30 seconds," Ashley called out. I still hadn't made any headway, though Donna's legs had begun to tremble finely. But then, so were mine. Both she and I kept our gazes focused on our leg battle, but I was acutely aware of how every muscle on her ripped body was standing out, resisting me. One minute, and I'd shifted her legs in just slightly, a fraction of an inch, maybe. The longer I took to squeeze her legs together, the longer I'd have to last when it was her turn to go on the offensive. One and a half minutes... We were both sweating little rivulets now. I'd moved her in an inch or so, but there was still a discouraging amount of space between her knees. Our heavy breathing and gasping was almost synchronized. I glanced up, at the same as she did. She bared her teeth in a smile. She knew she was standing up really well against me, taking a lot out of me, draining my energy very effectively. Just before two minutes was up, she gave a loud cry, almost a roar, and accompanied it with a big surge of effort. I don't know how she did it, but her abductors were just so strong... she actually moved our legs apart again, reversing almost all the progress I'd made. She also began to raise her arms out to the side, in a half-flex, a show of dominance and superiority. Ashley couldn't hold back a little whimper of dismay, and she gnawed her lip again, as I moaned and struggled to recover from this setback. Adductors and abductors were not very often-trained muscles, generally speaking. The pertinent machine in the gym was usually unoccupied; it was a really ill-conceived piece of exercise equipment, since few people wanted to be observed doing those particular motions. But now, as I desperately tried to channel every ounce of strength through my thighs, I wished I had spent time on that machine, never mind how obscene the exercise looked. The next minute was sheer agony. Our legs wavered back and forth, inwards and outwards - I was making slow progress again, but intermittently she'd manage to actually force my legs out ever so slightly, before I could squeeze hers back in. The lactic acid build-up was forcing tears from my eyes, that was how much it hurt. Finally, her shaking legs were only a couple of inches apart. I gathered myself for the final push, and she also braced to resist with whatever she had left. Her arms were all the way up in a full flex by then, as if she was taunting me with her muscular display. My arms were still by my sides and out a bit - I couldn't afford any showboating. And finally, this stage of my ordeal ended - her knees came together at last and we both expelled our pent-up breath with a whoosh. Ashley hit the timer button on the stopwatch app, and as Donna and I both slumped back in our chairs, taking in huge gulps of air, with sweat pouring down our faces and bodies, Ashley wordlessly held her phone up. 4:42. Four minutes, and forty-two seconds, rounded down. That was how long Donna's legs had lasted against mine. A whopping four minutes and forty-two seconds. Donna laughed weakly and raised her arms, and whooped. "I got you now, Katie," she crowed. "You'll never last that long against me. I'll crush you inside a minute. You wait for me, Ashley darling. You're mine tonight!" I didn't reply. I couldn't. This brief respite, surely it wouldn't be enough for me. My legs already felt as if I'd done 10 sets of 10 squats for endurance training. How was I supposed to last 4 minutes and 43 seconds against her superior legs? And yes, I bitterly admitted to myself, in terms of muscular strength and conditioning, she did have superior legs. Arms and legs. And core. She was stronger. It was going to happen. I was going to lose utterly, get crushed right in front of my Ashley's loving, trusting eyes. And then... the forfeit... Then Ashley did something amazing. She crouched down beside me, and laid her hands on my bare thighs, stroking the skin she had lovingly oiled just a while ago. She gave me one long look. Then she bent down and planted a firm but gentle kiss on each of my legs, one each. I shivered, and took a breath. Then I felt the jolt through my body. My muscular fatigue seemed to just... wash away. Adrenaline, endorphins and oxytocin combined in a potent internal cocktail. Every muscle fibre in my body went taut, and I felt a warm pulsation begin in my lower abdomen. I was ready. I moved my legs into the defensive position, and Donna sat up, surprised that I was taking the initiative and truncating our rest time. Ashley rocked back on her haunches, looking up at me, a little wide-eyed. I straightened up, crossed my arms under my breasts and locked gazes with Donna yet again. "Bring it, bitch." She smiled humorlessly as she copied my pose and pressed her legs to mine on the outside. "You'll regret not resting enough, Katie," she said. "Not a smart move, honey." I didn't care. I was riding on a high, the kind of high my Ashley never failed to give me with every little thing she did. Besides, it was a gamble either way. With her athleticism, her recovery rate was probably akin to mine, or possibly even better. At least like this, with the both of us not fully rested (and with my body in this do-or-die state), there was a chance she'd tire out more quickly than me and be unable to squeeze hard enough to beat my time. Only one way to find out. Ashley reset the stopwatch. "Get set. Ready..." A Stronger Love Ch. 03 "Go!" Donna held nothing back. Her facial expression turned ferocious, even savage, and she poured on the pressure. The clamping power of her thighs was just unbelievable. Despite the burst of energy I'd just gotten from Ashley, I was rapidly being overwhelmed. She was forcing my thighs steadily inwards, and I was exerting maximum counter-pressure just to slow her down. Finally, I did manage to halt her, but half the space in between my knees had been closed. I was wishing desperately now that I had prepared more for this duel. The playful mock-practice sessions I'd had with Ashley certainly didn't count, as enjoyable as they had been. And now I was a mere 6 inches from Donna claiming her from me... with only my fatigued, aching leg muscles in the way of Donna's victory. An interminable time seemed to pass... Ashley called out for the first minute... then one and half minutes. I missed the first 30-second callout - I must've been too occupied with holding off Donna's initial burst of power. It was sheer excruciating agony. Every second ticking past was just brutal. We'd both uncrossed our arms and our clenched fists were hovering in mid-air. Both she and I were tensing every muscle in our bodies, making them stand out starkly. Our faces were set in rictuses of effort. We groaned, and grunted, and gasped. Two minutes in, and already my legs were feeling like jelly. She'd managed to force them an inch closer together. I hadn't managed to force her legs back outwards at all. And her leg strength seemed unflagging. "Big win for me," she whispered, through clenched teeth. I looked up and she was glaring at me, her eyes staring out from a sweat-streaked face. "She's mine." I knew my makeup had long since started to run all over my face, despite the sweat-proof foundation, I was perspiring buckets. The vain part of me was aggrieved at probably looking like a wreck in front of Ashley, even though I knew full well she wouldn't mind one bit how "ugly" I looked at any given time. Still... it wouldn't have mattered so much if I'd been winning, at least, or dominating. But I was clearly losing, and to look this bad while losing... The adrenaline rush was wearing off. The exhaustion was coming back. I glanced up from time to time, as did Donna, and each time I saw the glee and triumph growing in her eyes. I am sure she saw the frantic desperation growing in mine. I made it to two minutes and thirty seconds - time was now passing far too slowly for me - and already I felt my muscles giving out. My legs started shaking really badly. "No..." I gasped, softly. "No... no... no..." "Come on, Katie..." Ashley moaned, and my heart ached to hear her. "Hold on... hang in there..." Then all of a sudden, the awful squeezing pressure on either side of my legs relented. Donna was finally flagging! I looked up, and she couldn't hide her consternation. My legs went outwards a good few inches, and she had to struggle to keep pressing them in. The relief flooded over my body like a cool shower. Finally, my gamble seemed to have paid off! We were both near enough to the point of exhaustion that she had to take a breather as badly as I did. But she still probably had more in her reserves than I did. It would be an uncompromising test of our willpower now. She had about slightly under 2 minutes - a tortuously long time - to crush my legs together. She could still do it, if she could muster a sustained squeeze for long enough to overpower my abductors utterly. The skin of our legs slipped and slid together a bit, as she shifted them slightly, seeking better leverage. The final push was coming. We were both heaving huge breaths, gulping in air to fuel our muscles with oxygen. Then Donna gave an animal growl and it was crunch time. Our faces turned even redder. Spittle flew out from between our clenched teeth. My leg muscles slowly turned to jelly. "60 seconds left!" "30 seconds left!" "20 seconds!" She sounded more fever-pitched each time she called out. "10 seconds!" Our legs were trembling so violently that it almost looked as if my knees were knocking together already. Donna began growling for Ashley to call it, I was beaten, my knees were already touching... but she steadfastly shook her head and continued watching that small sliver of space in between my knees with an eagle eye. And finally, just like that, my strength gave out, and she mashed my knees together. We both slumped in our chairs, our chests heaving, sweat pouring out of every pore. Silently, Ashley held up the phone. 4:43, rounded up. I'd done it. By just one second... less, actually. But enough to make the difference. Donna hammered her fist into her sore legs and cursed, looking really put out. I parted the strands of hair from my face - my hair was all matted with sweat, I must have looked terrible with all the makeup running down my face, but Ashley didn't seem to care, as she took my right arm and raised it in victory, while giving Donna a meaningful look. Donna's lips twisted, and then she looked away as Ashley plastered herself to me and laid a long, deep kiss on my mouth. Her lips mashed against mine, her tongue probed as deeply as it could reach, her moans vibrated down my throat into my chest cavity. I clutched her to me like a drowning woman clutching a life buoy. I was a sweaty mess all over, but I knew she loved "wearing" my sweat, as she put it. I also knew she wouldn't mind that my lipstick was now smeared all over her mouth. It was not the grudging, passive kiss she'd given Donna, for sure, and she was making sure Donna knew it. When she broke apart, I was gasping desperately for air, but I felt galvanized, rejuvenated, refreshed. The three of us sat there for some time, immersed in the raw primal sexuality of the moment. Donna and I locked gazes again and slowly straightened up in our seats, throwing our shoulders back and our chests forward, and arranging our hair, in a wordless display of our sexual assets. Ashley couldn't help but take in hers, of course, as impressive as they were, but she made it a point to fix her gaze on me for much longer, signalling without words where her flag was planted. Finally, still without anybody saying anything, we knew it was time to finish this. We rose to our feet and walked over to the center of the room... and I had to try and conceal the way I was stumbling on my sore and unsteady legs. That leg wrestling round had taken a fearsome toll on me. The only consolation I had was that Donna was also moving a little stiffly. We stood toe to toe, but not quite face to face, given Donna's height advantage. She had her hands on her hips, her chest outthrust, shoving her hard round hemispheres into my flatter chest. I copied the pose and pushed my smaller natural breasts against hers. They pushed mine out to the sides, making them look squashed. Despite knowing that I had my Ashley's complete love and support... despite knowing she much preferred my body in every way... I still felt as if I was coming off worse. We were like red robins, puffing out our assets to display sexual potency in front of a prospective mate. Here in our house, which had grown humid and stuffy with sweat, the raw primal rhythms of life were pulsing. Donna made the first move, her smug look indicating she knew she was winning the display of dominance. She raised her hands high up, above our head level, and opened them. I raised mine to meet hers, and as we slowly laced fingers a shiver seemed to run through her body. Her eyes half-closed and her hips seemed to tremble. The space between us filled with another kind of scent, familiar and yet alien - and I knew that Donna had just experienced a mini-orgasm, and the smell was that of a rush of fluids from her pussy. "After I beat you, Ashley will get me off properly," she whispered in my face, confirming that I was right. "Gonna be such a thrill." "She's mine and you won't get to touch her," I whispered back. "You'll just have to watch." We waited for Ashley to start us off. She came to stand to the side, and said, her voice shaky, "Ready... begin." Immediately we braced and pressed against each other. Donna seized the advantage right off the bat, extending her arms even higher up and using her height and limb length advantage. She bore down on me, and began to bend my torso backwards. I was forced to shift my leg foot back for better stability, which didn't allow me to counter her height advantage. As we struggled on, breaking out in sweat all over again, my makeup in complete ruins by then, I began to feel desperately disheartened. The fatigue was eating into me, especially my legs, and if they buckled then it was all over, I'd have to call out my submission on my knees... and watch her claim my Ashley. But I couldn't straight out overpower her, and she had the leverage, and she was starting to bend my wrists back and make my arms buckle and bend... How could I do it? How could I beat her and prove I was the worthier mate for my strong, sexy, beautiful Ashley? I turned my head to the side, because Donna's heavy breathing on my face was an aggravating sensation, and I caught sight of Ashley. She was standing with her fists clenched by her side, an anxious expression on her face, and as she met my gaze her mouth opened. She blurted out, "Come on, Katie," even though she was supposed to be impartial. Next she mouthed the words "You can do it". And then, she reached behind her, and unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the floor. Her pert little B-cups jutted out, her aureoles engorged with her arousal. Slowly she raised her arms, and bent them into a double-biceps flex, displaying her own muscular assets. The lines and cords of muscle stood out on her upper body. Donna turned to glance at her, and I saw her eyes widen. "She's even sexier than I'd thought," she moaned. "I want her... I want her bad..." "You can't have her... she's mine..." I replied breathlessly. "Too good for you," she growled, and shifted, preparing to overpower me with a burst. "Such a sexy little darling... I'm taking her now!" I braced to resist. "No!" We grunted, groaned and growled with animal ferocity. We trembled and shook all over with the force of our exertion. Every muscle of hers combatted every muscle of mine. And slowly, slowly, my knees and elbows began to bend. I turned to the side again, and Ashley was still flexing, fixing her gaze on me, silently willing some of her strength into my tired, aching muscles. I managed to halt Donna's progress but now I was markedly at a disadvantage. I was being outmuscled. Donna knew that as well. "Give up," she breathed into my face. "Never," I croaked back, panting. We both knew, and I think Ashley did too, that I could not match Donna's power. Her muscles, more defined than mine, were just too strong. But this contest wasn't over until one of us gave up, with a voiced submission. On and on we struggled, bathed in sweat. Several times my legs gave way, and I went down on one knee, and Donna practically screamed at me to give up already. But each time, I looked to the side at Ashley who kept flexing, symbolically sharing my strain and taking on my fatigue, and I managed to push myself up off the floor. Donna's frustration visibly grew and grew. I just refused to stay down. As ever, it was never just Ashley alone, or me alone - we were strong together, for each other. During our workouts together, we pushed ourselves to the limit, thinking of each other for motivation. This always made our workouts highly effective. She'd always be able to hold that side plank for an extra few seconds because of me, I'd always be able to squeeze out one extra rep of squats because of her. We were just so good for each other. And in the end, that was what Donna was truly up against. Not just me alone; if it were just me alone she'd beat me for sure. She would be the stronger and superior woman, no question. But she couldn't beat me and Ashley combined. It seemed so interminably long... but at last, we were both slumping against each other, and her eyes were as glazed as mine, but gradually her chest slipped below mine until my breasts came out on top, dominating hers at last, and her knees seemed to go soft and she went down on them, I pushed her arms out to the sides, my hands on top of hers and bending hers down... And she looked up into my eyes and we both knew in an instant that it was over, she just couldn't take anymore. "Submit," I said, my voice wheezy and unrecognizable. Tearfully she nodded. "I submit." And finally it was over. I'd won. Through sheer bloody-mindedness... with Ashley's own stubbornness bolstering my willpower, with her mentally infusing her strength into my muscles... I'd just plain outlasted Donna. We were both on our knees, still face to face, slumped with exhaustion. But Ashley was hugging me from the side, tearing up a little herself, showering my sweaty face and body with her sweet soft kisses, covering herself with my sweat. She'd stripped off her bottoms too, so she was naked as she plastered herself pleasurably to me. Then she pulled back, giving Donna a meaningful glance, took my right arm with her left, and raised my arm high in victory. I flexed my left arm to complete the pose. Donna looked resigned and downcast, but she nodded. "Enjoy her," she said. "Enjoy each other. You both really deserve it." Ashley was all over me again, moaning and kissing with wet kisses, her hands running all over me. I couldn't blame her for not being able to restrain herself - I was the same way. My animal print thongs were torn off and cast aside. She grabbed my wrists and rolled onto her back, guiding my body in between her open legs. "Take me. I'm yours, take me." I pinned her wrists down and melded my pussy to hers, while she wrapped her legs around my torso. With an ease born of familiarity we matched our clits, and we began the synchronized humping tribadism we both loved so much. Donna watched, fingering herself, but we were both focused on each other almost exclusively. She could watch if she liked. Consolation prize for the loser. "You were so strong... so tough..." Ashley moaned, her voice tremulous with pleasure. "Because of you... you made me strong," I moaned back, sounding every bit as shaky. She raised her shoulders off the floor with only her abdominal strength, and did another biceps flex pose for me, despite me holding on to her wrists - in my weakened state she could easily outmuscle me that way. That did it for me, I froze as the orgasm washed blissfully through me, and she followed soon after, her thighs squeezing my body like a vise. I collapsed, but she was still not done. Roughly, she pushed me off her and onto my back, then adroitly turned her agile yoga-trained body around and wrapped my head with her legs. The heavy musky scent of her honey filled my nostrils, and I filled my lungs with them, breathing in the heady scent of her love and our victory. Ashley moaned again, drove her face into my crotch, and took in a deep, full breath. I found myself opening wider for her, and despite my light-headedness and muscle fatigue I felt my clitoris throbbing again. When she latched onto it with her lips the pleasure was so sharply exquisite that I almost screamed. As payback, I plastered my lips around her clitoris as well, and tongued it mercilessly. The reaction was gratifying. We both clutched at each other, shaking and screaming softly into each other's pussies as we stimulated each other's swollen, sensitive clits. But neither of us wanted to stop. We weren't usually capable of multiple orgasms, but we were on a high after our shared victory. My sore muscles would pay me back with a vengeance the next day, with extreme DOMS - delayed-onset muscle soreness - but Ashley would be there, to rub it out of my muscle fibers with her strong, deft fingers. And I was thirsty, and Ashley was flowing with her milk and honey, and I was lapping up as much of it as I could, even though much of it got all over my lower face. She was fresher than me - she came first, her back arched, screaming and yowling for all she was worth, which didn't happen often. And right after, she dove back in, giving my pussy only that brief respite. It took a while longer in my drained state, but she did it - she brought me off again to another orgasm so intense that I passed out. When I came to, she was cradling my head and holding a glass of water to my lips. I gulped it down gratefully, and looked around. There was no sign of Donna or her bag of toys. "She left after you went to sleep," Ashley said, quirking her distinctive smile. "I was straddling you reverse cowgirl style, and she had just had an orgasm herself as well. She said she was really impressed with how unbelievably strong you were. I said that's why I'd always belong to you, because we are strong for each other. She got a bit quiet, then she said she really admired how strong our love was, and she hoped she could find something like that for herself sometime. Um... I may have given her a hug right before she left, because I thought she seemed a little sad. I may have still been naked at the time." I made a face and sat up. "So is that her sweat you're wearing on you right now?" "I had a shower," she said, smiling impishly again. And indeed, I noticed her hair was wet. "How long was I out?" "Maybe half an hour?" I leaned back, propping myself up on my forearms. "I am so tired..." "You gave it your all for me," she said, kissing my lips. "You fought so hard, and you won." "We won," I told her, and we kissed hungrily. "I'm going to take it easy tomorrow. Not going to go looking for more adventures like this one for a while! Not until I get stronger at least. Tomorrow, you do all the flexing." "With pleasure, my love." And we went to bed snuggling and kissing. Our love had grown stronger for being tested, and when I drifted off to sleep that night, I had no inkling that very soon, it would be tested further still...