Madeleine vs. Ashleigh..... The Battle of the Pits Begins!
by Mr. Chain

As I got home from my latest training session with Madeleine, sat down on the sofa and had a beer, I came to the realization that I truly had an armpit fetish. It had started out simple enough; I had become infatuated with Madeleine's glorious armpits. But that was last week. This week, things got more complicated, and more enjoyable. Not only had I now become infatuated with another set of armpits, namely those belonging to Ashleigh, but I had taken it a step beyond, pitting the underarms of the two women against each other in a sort of imaginary armpit competition.

I finished my beer, had another, and then a third, all three within 15 minutes. Feeling tired and a little drunk, I laid down and closed my eyes. Within minutes, I began to have the most incredible dream I have ever experienced. It's important to note that I rarely remember anything about my dreams and even on the rare occasion when I do remember a dream, it is usually a hazy, devoid of details. But in this instance, I remembered every last detail.

My dream began as I fantasized about an Armpit Beauty Contest between Madeleine and Ashleigh, and I was the sole judge. I envisioned a packed auditorium with a master of ceremonies, lights, camera.... all the implements of a real beauty pageant. But in this particular pageant, there were only two contestants, and only one part of their bodies being judged, specifically, their armpits.

It started with the two of them being introduced, however instead of walking out to meet the audience, each of them were hidden behind a large, black curtain with 4 rectangles cut out of it. The cut-outs were strategically placed so as only to reveal the full armpit area of each woman, but nothing else. The rules of the competition were then announced to everyone, including myself, the judge, as the ladies stood behind the curtain. For the first time, I go a good glimpse of their underarms, but not knowing which pit belonged to which woman. The contest would have 4 phases, each worth a maximum score of 25 points per phase. So the maximum score would be 100 points, but since the contestants identities were hidden from me, I was instructed to keep my scores based upon the location of the contestant, stage left or stage right. The location of each contestant would only be revealed I had already tallied my final scores and determined the winner. This would prevent any favoritism on my part.

The four phases were based upon the human senses, with hearing being the only sense left out. The first phase featured the sight portion of the judging, so I was called on stage, pen and pad in hand, to gaze upon, review and study each armpit before giving a score of zero to twenty five. I took my time, examining each very carefully. Surprisingly I could not tell which armpit belonged to which woman, though I desperately wanted to. But after giving it some thought, I realized that this was probably the only way I could truly determine which pair of armpits I preferred, so I stopped trying to guess, and just proceeded with an honest evaluation.

It was an amazing experience, four armpits on display in front of me with colored spotlights dancing off of the contours of each one. The lights also helped to make the stage area very warm, a fact which I was sure would play a role later on in the contest. It took about 10 minutes for me to complete my on-stage evaluations before I returned to my station. As I began to review my notes, I had thought it would be very easy for me to differentiate between the two, but even though each had it's own unique characteristics, I was not able to identify them. I took me about 10 minutes to review my notes and post my scores for the round before we moved on to phase two.

With the contest now about a half-hour old, we moved on to the next phase of the contest and the next sense, touching. I was again called on stage and now allowed to feel, rub, poke, prod and stroke each armpit before grading them both for the round. I took even longer, sinking my fingers and palms into each soft pit, stroking to determine it's softness and pliability, having a great deal of fun in the process. After completing my review, I was even more shocked that I could still not tell who was who. Another thirty minutes had before I submitted my score for the round and before we moved onto phase three.

The last two phases could only be appreciated by a true fan of the female armpit, and I certainly qualified. Each of the women had now been on the stage for over an hour, stuck behind a curtain while the bright, hot lights shone down on their exposed underarms. Not surprisingly, each had began to show signs of perspiring, their glistening skin reflecting the pigmented lights. Part of the rules each contestant was forced to adhere to was that neither woman could use deodorant, anti-perspirant, or anything else beneath their arms. This assured me that what I saw, was what I got; 100% natural, with no artificial ingredients.

I was again summoned and escorted up to each armpit to begin phase three, the sense of smell. I had the envious task of grading each woman's armpit based upon it's odor. With each woman now perspiring to some extent, this was a crucial test, and one which was very much an issue of personal taste. I remembered that there was a distinct difference between the smell of each woman's armpit, though I had never actually gotten very close to either one. But now, I had the opportunity to shove my nose directly into each one, for as long as I wanted, and judge them up close and personal.

The judging again went on for another 10 minutes or so and of course I took my time, ensuring that I sniffed each several times. Though each had a unique scent, I still could not determine which odor belonged to which woman. But in this round, after completing my evaluation and compiling my score for the round, I had decided upon a clear winner, and my scoring began to reflect that preference, though I still couldn't tell whose odor it was that I had preferred. This was my favorite part of the dream so far, since it was a completely new experience for me. I had already studied and touched each of their armpits in real life, but had never had the chance to smell them from such close range. It was an opportunity I cherished, and thoroughly enjoyed.

Once I submitted my scores for phase three, the final round was set to begin. I looked forward to this round even more so than all of the others, though I felt a hint of trepidation at what I might learn from it. To complete the listing of the senses, the last phase was the taste test, where I would actually get the chance to lick, slurp and taste each woman's armpit. Again, I knew that the level of perspiration would come into play, and I wasn't sure if that was good or bad.

I walked up to the first armpit, moved my face right into it, and then stroked my tongue from the bottom recesses of the deep armpit, all the way up to the top. It was very smooth, and the perspiration helped to glide my tongue forward with little resistance. Rolling my tongue around the upper recesses of the underarm, I then slid it back into my mouth before stepping back to evaluate the taste. It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before, and required some consideration before I could make a complete evaluation.

The initially overwhelming flavor was saltiness, which had probably come from the sweat. But as that faded, a pungent taste emerged, getting stronger as each second passed. Rather than fade however, the tartness slowly began to evolve into a more harsh, acrid flavor. It wasn't unpleasant, but it was an acquired taste, one which took me some to figure out if I enjoyed or not. I allowed it to wane before taking another lick of the next armpit, belonging to the same woman. This time I tried to sink all of my tongue, from the narrow tip to the wide back, over the soft, wet skin. With my tastebuds now saturated with the essence of this armpit, the sensation began all over again.

It was definitely a sour taste, but not a bad flavor; sort of salt and vinegar combined. What was most interesting though was how it changed with each passing second. The saltiness faded into a bitterness, which grew more acidic over time. It forced me to cringe, though not from disgust, just from it's unusual quality. It took me a few minutes to evaluate it and make my notes, before I gargled with a glass of water to remove the taste from my mouth. With a fresh mouth, I now approached the second woman.

I stuck my tongue out as far as I could before slurping up her cavernous underarm. I lapped the smooth skin slowly, allowing my tongue to explore each crevice before I finished and backed away to begin my evaluation. I was shocked at the difference in taste between the two, which were easily discernible. Again the initial taste was salty, but that sensation faded very quickly and a more sweet flavor began to overwhelm my tongue. Probably the best way to describe it would be to compare it to semi-sweet chocolate, a flavor I absolutely looooove!

The first set of armpits had been a quandary for me, but this one was very different. I was sure, instantly, that I enjoyed this sensation. I quickly walked over to the second armpit and took a deep, lapping slurp, rolling my tongue to the four corners of the sensuous pit. It was like licking a thin layer of melted, salted chocolate off of her skin, and I wanted to keep licking it forever. So I took a third lick, causing the woman to quiver a bit, which felt as if I had made her giggle. But having gathered enough information to complete my assessment, I backed away and enjoyed the last remnants of the taste before I made my notes. I took one final look at the four armpits, and noticed a slick stripe of moisture on each, the last remains of my tongue and saliva! The image bought a smile to my face as I smacked my lips together while walking back to my seat.

Finally, I submitted my phase four scores and in just a few minutes, I would find out the results. I was incredibly anxious to discover which armpits belonged to which woman, knowing full well who had received my higher scores. Though I had such a hard time deciding whose armpit I liked better when I was at the gym, there was a clear winner in this dream.

The curtain was then drawn, and the contestants were allowed the opportunity to clean up and change before they were introduced to the audience, and to me. After a few more minutes, with my heart pounding as I anxiously awaited the introductions, the curtain again opened and a drum roll began. Finally, over the public address system, the announcer introduced the women.

"Standing stage left, contestant number one is Madeleine!"

She came out wearing a black, strapless dress, looking great! But as soon as they announced that she was standing stage left, I knew that she was not the winner. As Madeleine strode forward, she glanced down at me, blowing me a kiss as she took her position.

"Standing stage right, contestant number two is Ashleigh!"

Ashleigh swaggered onstage, looking resplendent in a strapless, baby blue evening gown. As she circled in front of center stage, she whisked by Madeleine, and it was easy to see why Madeleine, my older client, had been handily defeated by the pretty, young, blonde, aerobics instructor. Neither knew the outcome of the contest however, and even I did not know the actual final scores. So as they stood there, the announcer began to divulge the scoring.

"For Madeleine, the results are as follows, Sight Phase - 22, Touch Phase - 24....."

I watched as Madeleine smiled proudly, realizing that her scores so far were very good. But as the announcer continued, her expression began to change....

"Smell Phase - 13 and Taste Phase - 11. Making her final score a grand total of 70 points."

Madeleine looked worried, and even a bit upset as she stood, trying not to show her nervousness. Still not sure if she had won or lost, she awaited Ashleigh's scores.

"For Ashleigh, the results are as follows, Sight Phase - 23, Touch Phase - 24....."

Ashleigh now looked concerned, knowing that the contest was far closer than she had expected it to be. Madeleine, conversely, began to look more hopeful as the announcer continued.

"Smell Phase - 23 and Taste Phase - 25. Making her final score a grand total of 95 points! The winner of the contest.... The lovely, Ashleigh!"

I watched as the spotlight shone down on the two, Ashleigh celebrating her win and Madeleine expressing her dejection at having lost the contest. Suddenly, the spotlight which was shining on Madeleine faded to black while Ashleigh stepped forward to accept the adulation. As the applause grew louder, I began to stir and finally woke up from the dream with a huge erection. The dream seemed so real to me, and I remembered every last second of it!

As I wiped the sleep from my eyes, I began to think about what I had just imagined, and how it was the wildest dream I had ever had!. My subconscious was trying to steer me in a certain direction, though I still wasn't sure if I agreed with the outcome of this fantasy. As I continued to dwell upon it, the thought occurred to me that the only way I would ever be able to make a final decision was to actually experience all of the things I had just dreamed about. No, I would never be able to pull of a contest such as this, but perhaps there was a way I could actually get to sniff and taste each of their armpits some day.

I remembered back to the exchange I had with Madeleine as she walked into the locker room after out last session together.

"Are my armpits as nice as Ashleigh's?", she asked..

"Well, that would be a tough one, she is tough competition.", I replied.

"Well, maybe I'll just have to figure out a way to make you change your mind.", she said.

Madeleine didn't need to worry about thinking of a way to change my mind, I ad it all figured out. The trick was not getting her to agree to it!

TO BE CONTINUED?

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