Chapter 10

Gwendoline had remembered to contact Jim and John had warmly and hospitably agreed to his joining the party and staying overnight if he wanted. Gwen’s future husband looked a little nonplussed to see his fiancée’s nakedness on display to so many others, but Gwendoline’s partly alcohol induced good humor and palpable delight to be with him again were enough to reconcile him to having her charms on view to so many other obviously very envious men. He took her hand and guided her on to the dance floor.

“I’m a rotten dancer, my darling. If I avoid stepping on those lovely feet of yours, it will be a minor miracle!”

“Never mind the things you aren’t good at, there’s one thing you are very good at, Jim, my old sport. In fact, you are better at it than anyone else in the world. November 19th - Continued

As Jessica and Harriet gradually recovered their senses after the brutal knockout Gwendoline had recently inflicted on them, they became more and more concerned about their greatly beloved, if unpredictable friend.

“We’ll have to go outside and look for her, Harriet. Something happened to her while we were out cold. I feel scared. I’d really like to get back at her for what she did to us, but she’s my friend and yours.”

“She beat us fair and square, Jessica. I sure was trying to do the same to her. She was making a fool of me and I was getting extremely hot under the collar about it. What about you?”

“She’d got me so raging mad with the way she was running rings around us both, I’d have dearly liked to teach her a lesson myself and wipe that infuriating smile off her face. You’re right - she beat us fair and square and now let’s go and find her”

Emerging into the rain, they heard the sounds of laughter and music coming from the farmhouse and made their way cautiously in the rain towards it. Harriet looked through a window and froze in amazement.

“Come and look at this, Jessica. I think we should go and join the party!”

Jessica took her friend’s place at the window and saw Gwendoline in the arms of a young man dancing together with a few other couples. Everybody else was dressed, but Gwen seemed quite unfazed by this and was clearly hugely enjoying the way the man expertly guided her around the floor. A few other men sat around watching. There seemed to be something of an imbalance of the sexes and the men rather outnumbered the women. It occurred to the watching pair that they could redress the balance somewhat!

Somewhat uncertainly they made their way into the house through the unlocked front door. The music had stopped and Gwen smiled as she saw her two dripping wet companions walk into the room. She seemed slightly unsteady on her feet and rather red in the face and greeted them cheerfully.

“Look everyone! The two Sleeping Beauties! My good but bloody hopeless and lately recumbent friends. Come and have a drink, girls it’s all free and it’s all good and it’s all bloody strong! Plenty of nice things to eat. Lots of gorgeous handsome men! Come in and have a ball!”

They did as they were bid and one of the men came up and greeted them.

“I’m John Armley and this is my place. Bit of a housewarming party. I bought the farmhouse recently. The house and buildings, that is, but not the farm. We’d just arrived and were taking a look around when we saw that wonderful exhibition of unarmed combat your friend put on. She’s one amazing woman - though I should watch what I say in front of the wife! Glad you are well enough recovered to join us. I was just going to come over and check on you!”

“Show them the photos, Johnny,” giggled Gwendoline as she came over to join them.

“You want to rub it in, Eh? Cruel little minx! Hang on, I’ll get them.”

John scurried off and came back a minute later with some Polaroid prints of the aftermath of the recent fight. One showed Gwen with a foot resting on Harry’s stomach, her arms raised in triumph, and another showed her in a similar victory pose over Jessica. Others showed her with her arms around various members of the party, still one foot on one or other of her fallen friend’s stomachs. Harry and Jessie were very much not amused to think that they had further been humiliated and in such a public way and declined their host’s offer of souvenir copies. Gwen said she would have them all framed and display them on her sitting room wall in her father’s Hampshire mansion. The others knew she was not joking and to make the best of a bad job and not show themselves to be bad losers they reluctantly agreed to accept the offered copies after all.

“After all we were beaten by a truly lovely and exceptional person,” said Harriet and Jessica agreed, although not too enthusiastically. She was still feeling very sore in more ways than one.

“What might that be, Gwen, my angel?”

“Being the man, I love. The competition is nowhere!”

“Darling Gwen!”

She forbore to mention that he would very likely and from time to time, have to share her body with the women she loved, especially hard-as-nails Janet who turned her weak at the knees every time she thought about her. That might have cast a shadow over his joy!

“Do you realize we have only three complete days before this is over for the three of us?” Gwendoline breathed into her lover’s ear as they gently swayed back and forth, scarcely moving.

“We can get married next week, if you like.”

“Don’t be so fucking ridiculous, Jim! It’ll take months to arrange. I’m not denying Mummy and Daddy the grand wedding they have been dreaming of for me since the day I was born! You’ll just have to screw me illicitly for a while yet. As long as you keep shagging the arise off me regularly - that’s all that matters.”

For the hundredth time Jim silently regretted that such a sweet girl had such a foul mouth at times, but held his peace and surrendered himself to the joy of being with her - knowing he was envied by every other man in the room.

The other two quickly found themselves plenty of eager partners to be whirled around the floor by, and soon forgot their painful humiliation at Gwen’s expert hands. They managed to get a few minutes together in between dances and the eager and not in any way unwelcome male attentions to have a few words.

“I’ll miss this mad life when it’s all over,” said Harry as she wiped a few beads of sweat off her brow. “One minute we’re frozen and wet through and lost in the wilds and the next we’re enjoying this fantastic, fabulous beano.”

“After being knocked unconscious by our so-called best friend. Don’t forget that, Harry. I can still feel it where she hit me! And we used to hate fighting each other. You started it, you artful bitch! Tricking us into fighting each other that time.”

“I think she was testing herself before the ordeal she let herself in for, Jessie. What do you make of her chances against the same seven as last time? After all, you were there.”

“I’d have said not much if you had asked me yesterday, but now - I think she might just make it. But it will be very, very close indeed - touch and go - and one of us MUST be there to look after her when it’s all over. She’ll be in a pretty bad way however it ends up. I guess that’ll be your job, Harry!”

“I’ve already offered my services. That way, I’ll get to see Bernard again. Maybe he’ll change his mind about dropping me. I certainly hope so!”

Later on in the evening Harry was resting comfortably across a young man’s knee and leaning her head onto his chest.

“The hostess must be very broad-minded to let three naked girls gate-crash this party,” she enunciated, speaking with great care after all she had had to drink. “I know old John is tickled pink. But I’m a bit surprised she puts up with it!”

“Oh! She won’t care. Not as long as her hubby keeps in line! She’s a great girl. Used to be a belly dancer in her youth. What do you say to trying to find a spare room somewhere to go and have a lovely bit of fun together?”

“Only if you promise to come back down in the nude yourself after our bit of fun and dance with me like that for the rest of the night.”

“You’ve just got yourself a deal!”

Jessica observed Harry’s wantonly shameless behavior and felt more jealous than disgusted. She could not betray Andy. If only he could be here!

“Hi. Sweetheart!”

She whirled around and there WAS Andy!

“Gwen phoned me hours ago, but I was out of the office. I got up here as soon as I could. Meant a helicopter, but no expense is too great where you’re concerned. Fancy the next dance?”

November 20th - Early and very hungover

“Hi Gorgeous!”

Jim opened his eyes as Gwendoline smiled lovingly down at him. He groaned.

“Just let me die quietly my love!”

“A grown mature man and you can’t take a few drinks. How fucking pathetic. Get your fat arise out of that bed and pull yourself together, man! I feel like an early morning run and YOU are going to come with me.”

It was still raining as hard as ever and getting colder. Jim wondered why he let Gwen put him through all this misery. Then he saw that magnificent body in front of him running through the storm with the water running all down her and plastering her golden hair to her back and he knew that he would willingly follow her to the ends of the earth and go through any hardship just to keep her love and respect.

“Who the fuck are you? Don’t answer that. You’re lovely, that’s all that matters!” said Harry to the young man who had sacrificed his clothing to get her to be taken upstairs to make love and remain with him for the rest of the night.

“I’ve been to a few parties in my short, dissolute and very merry life, but that one was magnifique! Thanks to you, you prince among men - whoever you are. Fancy another fuck? Thought not. Men just don’t seem to have what it takes anymore!”

Peter, the man thus traduced, looked up at Harriet and made a great decision. Despite the fact that he wanted nothing more than to crawl away somewhere and die a lonely, miserable and dishonorable death, he summoned up the will to give Harry what she had just asked for, after which massive effort he fell back and sank into a deep sleep from which even the lusty and voracious redhead’s earnest efforts could not arouse him.

She left him to continue his recovery and went in search of her friends, joining Gwen in her jogging through the rain, so enabling a relieved Jim to come in out of the cold.

Jessica and Andy were probably the only pair who were both unaffected by the excesses of the previous night. They had had a few dances and then retired to the room which their generous host had allocated them and slept peacefully together all night. He had made no attempt to penetrate her and she was happy to wait for the proper time. Meanwhile it was wonderful just to feel him next to her.

Gwen and Harry stopped running - it was still not really light enough to see properly - and stood together, their arms wrapped tightly around each other and let the freezing cold rain cascade down their entwined bodies.

“Sorry about yesterday - I hope I didn’t hurt you too much. I just got carried away.”

“Forget it, Gwen. I think I learned quite a bit from it. Maybe I’ll see you get the same treatment in a few weeks, although I hope not and very much doubt it! I woke up first you know. Jessie was out for a couple of minutes longer than me.”

“You’re really strong, Harry and getting stronger all the time. It’s been wonderful seeing you come on so these last weeks! I hope you get that laboring work for a while, before you go up to college. You won’t be able to work in the nude, though. They’ll make you wear a hard hat and protective footwear and clothing - yuck!”

“Do you want to go inside, Gwen? It’s really cold out here. I think it’s turning to sleet already; mind you, I can take this for ages longer, if you can.”

“Fancy another fight, Harry to keep us warm? I won’t knock you out this time or hurt that nice face - just a bit of fun?”

And so, the two stayed out in the wet and cold and Gwen proceeded to give Harry yet another but rather less bruising lesson as the rain turned to sleet and the sleet turned to snow. Whether it was a hard kick from Gwen or the increasingly slippery surface, Harry ended up on her back and Gwen stood over her and placed her foot on her stomach once again.

“Give up Harry?”

“NO! Let me up and I’ll do the same to you in a minute.”

Gwen helped her friend to her feet and they resumed their contest as the snow settled on their bodies, melting and trickling down them in rivulets.

The gradually awakening party-goers one by one came downstairs and looked out at the winter wonderland scene in the farmyard and the incredible sight of these two naked young beauties, one blonde and one redhead, but both white headed with the heavily falling snow, staging a vigorous exhibition of kick-boxing outside in the bitter cold. One by one they emerged into the yard and by the time the two combatants had decided to call it a day and get back inside, they found themselves surrounded by an applauding throng of onlookers who enthusiastically clapped both girls on their cold and exertion-reddened shoulders as arm in arm, and smiling affectionately and happily at each other, they made their way in to breakfast.

20th November - Continued

John Arms worth, or more correctly his ex-belly dancer wife, provided all his guests with a magnificent fried breakfast (which a stern Gwendoline icily forbade Jim to enjoy) and those whose stomachs were not too devastated by the alcoholic excesses of the previous day made a hearty meal of it.

“That was a pretty good show you two put up out there! I’m amazed you could keep going for so long in this awful weather,” said Peter, Harry’s lover of the previous day - deathly pale still and nibbling gingerly at a piece of dried toast.

“We broke off because we were hungry,” said Gwendoline.

“And we were afraid you would all catch cold standing around like that,” said Harriet. “Actually, we’d hardly got started and we’ll be back out there as soon as we’ve eaten and had a bit of a rest to let the meal go down. Isn’t that right Gwen?”

As far as Gwen was concerned, it was anything but right! She had been looking forward to a few hours with Jim, but she was not one to pass up on a challenge and nodded vigorous agreement.

“As soon as you’re ready Harriet my love. As soon as you’re ready! Jessica can fight the winner afterwards - unless she had enough yesterday and she can come out and referee us two! Don’t worry, Jess it’s only a fun thing this time. I’ll hold back - just a bit of fun and exercise.”

The guests could hardly believe their good fortune in being promised yet more nude entertainment from these amazing young women who had appeared out of nowhere and even their women - folk could not suppress a feeling of excitement, despite themselves.

If only Janet was here to watch me, thought Gwendoline - she’d see she isn’t the only iron woman in the world! This thought banished all idea of a morning in Jim’s arms and she went out to use the telephone!

“Gwen, my angel! How lovely to hear from you so soon! How thrilling! I’d love to! OK. I’ll get someone to sit with Arthur. I’ll be about thirty minutes. Try and get rid of that sweet boring worthy old Jim! I’ve a few ideas as to how I might congratulate the victrix and bathe her honorable wounds with passionate wet kisses!! You’ll just love what I’ve got lined up for you!”

Gwendoline was able to persuade Jim that his services would not be needed for a few days and he left, driving very carefully and promised to meet his love again as arranged.

Harriet came down after administering further therapy to Peter - which had caused him to relapse - and announced she was ready to resume.

“Hang on a half a mo. Harry. I’m expecting another spectator to turn up - old Janet! Sorry old thing, but I’m not playing around in front of her. It’s for real again - you’ve been warned!”

A battle scarred and battle-weary Gwendoline half staggered into the room she had recently shared with Jim and flopped down on the bed. Janet knelt beside her and kissed every one of her many bruises and then went over to the wash basin, soaked a rag in water and came back to wash away some of the blood.

“Congratulations my darling girl. I thought it was all up with you for a while, but you don’t give up do you? You’ve the heart of a lioness!”

“If you hadn’t been there, I would have folded under that woman’s onslaught! She was plenty mad at me and I can’t say I blame her. After all, said and done, I had been making eyes at her husband and he certainly fancies me! After that he can have me if he likes and it won’t be my fault if he doesn’t, I can tell you! That’ll teach her!”

She sat up and walked over to the mirror to inspect the damage. She pronounced a relieved verdict.

“Amazingly it doesn’t look too bad. Mainly my nose that bled and it’s not broken, for a wonder! The rest is just a cut lip. That’s nothing. I feel ready for another few rounds with her - as soon as she comes to!”

She came back to the bed and the two-lay side by side for a few minutes. Finally, Janet spoke, her eyes gleaming.

“How’s your stomach, Gwendoline! Ready for a little stimulation?”

“I was afraid you’d never ask, Janet!”

As the two laughingly faced off against each other and exchanged a few more testing blows to each other’s abdominal muscles, Gwen relived the unexpectedly brutal encounter she had just experienced.

Harriet and Gwendoline had gone out again into the still swirling snowfall and squared up against each other. Jessica had stood between them as referee and given the order to start. She was able to keep warm by dancing about as the fight progressed in order to keep her eye on the action.

Harriet was no trouble and wisely retired quite early on to avoid any more injury after yesterday. She had only left a few red drops in the virgin white snow, to Gwen’s relief - she was very fond of good old Harry, but she had not been joking when she said she could not play around with Janet as a witness.

Jessica had put up a stiffer resistance when her turn came to face Gwendoline and only her stubborn pride made it impossible to for her to give in and admit defeat. She had ended up on the ground once again and been carried indoors. Thank Heaven Andy had left very early on or he would never have spoken to Gwen again as long as he lived or allowed Jessica to have any more to do with her!

Gwendoline was preparing to come inside and see if her friend was alright when the knot of onlookers parted and another naked lady advanced towards Gwen with a venomous scowl on her handsome, Middle-Eastern face.

“Let’s see how you do against me you filthy little slut!”

It was the host’s wife - the ex-belly dancer. Gwen did not have too much time to size up this very formidable and well-muscled lady before a mighty kick put her on her back in the snow, blood trickling from the corner of her mouth. Five times she sprang to her feet only to be put down again and she was beginning to become reconciled to the notion of defeat, when she saw Janet’s contemptuous sneer and disappointed look. This was enough to fire her up again and she avoided a sixth knock-down, absorbing many more blows before the onslaught began to slacken. Gradually Gwendoline fought her way back from the abyss of defeat and slowly wore down her older opponent, finally finishing her off with a stunning kick to her jaw delivered with her lovely young feminine heel as she wheeled round on one perfectly formed, suntanned/weather-beaten leg.

Mr. Arms worth personally escorted Gwen back into the house and his ill-tempered wife was left on the ground to make her own way back when she was able. There was none of the cheering which had greeted her two earlier victories. People must have felt that an embarrassing family situation had arisen!

“Sorry about that my dear. I frankly didn’t know which side I was on during that - my wives in retrospect - I think! I knew she was a tough bird old Annie, but I didn’t know she was that hard! We’ll sort it out between us and now you’d better go on upstairs and clean yourself up. You look a bit of a mess!”

Tiring of belaboring each other’s hardened bellies the two lovers abandoned themselves to yet another frenzied exploration of their respective pudenda, their eager tongues thrusting and licking busily away until a knock was heard on the door. Jessica came in without bothering to wait for a reply and was shocked to see the couple brazenly continuing their activities as if they were still alone and undisturbed. Finally, Gwendoline removed her face from Janet’s hairy and juicy pussy and looked up at her friend

“Hi Jess. How’s the head?”

“OK, thanks - you voracious cow! Has it ever occurred to you that there might be something to be said for fidelity and settling down with one man? The next jealous wife might not be so easy to deal with. I saw almost all of it - I was only a little dazed, you’ll doubtless be overjoyed to hear, and I almost wished she’d win and take you down a peg or two. Of course, you won - you always bloody win!”

Gwen raised herself and came over to Jessica.

“Piss off sweetheart. We’re very busy. Close the door behind you on the way out. Sorry - I thought I’d hit you harder than that! I’ll make sure I do next time.”

“Don’t you think that was a bit uncalled for Gwendoline?” said Janet. “I think that naughty bottom of yours needs a bit more reddening. Call your friend back, NOW!! I want her to watch what happens to rude, naughty, spoilt little madams.”

While Gwen was obediently calling Jessie back Janet removed the studded leather belt from her slacks and swished it around in anticipation. She was going to enjoy this and so was Gwen!

Jessica went white when she saw what was about to take place and put herself between the other two.

“You leave her alone! I’ll not see her hurt there again; you don’t know what you’re doing. Just clear off and leave my darling friend alone for ever or I’ll make damned sure you regret it!”

Gwen looked as if she were about to cry at any second and Janet got dressed and left without a word.