Aoi Tamazaki Vs. Yamato Ishii

Aoi huffed as she managed a rather decent move on Yamato. Really gravity did most of the work, but that was ok. With Yamato pinned down, Aoi preceded to try and pin the young boy.

She spread herself out perpendicular to Yamato, making sure that her ample chest was right on his face. She spread her arm out and pressed it against his crotch, curling her fingers around his bulge and then, just for the icing on the cake, lifted her feet up and let them rest on the bottom ropes while the referee slid into place.

"ONE!"

Was it just Yamato, or did it suddenly get darker in the arena? Kinda hard to tell with his arms over his head and face, but he moved them just in time to see what the cause actually was. It was Aoi, descending right down over his head!

“What the-- M-mmm!!!” Yamato shouted as her large breasts rested right on top of his face. As if that wasn’t enough distraction, he then felt a hand resting right over his crotch! Even though his shorts prevented her from making direct contact, it still drew a muffled groan from Yamato while manhood instinctively started to stiffen at her touch. And while he weakly squirmed beneath Aoi, he didn’t even realize he was being pinned until he heard the ref start the count.

“TWO!”

Finally understanding the danger of his situation, Yamato began to struggle much more frantically under Aoi. But despite how light the girl was, he couldn’t throw her off! It seemed almost certain Aoi was about to score perhaps the easiest victory of her career. But just as the ref girl was about to slam the mat for the three count, she finally saw where the girl’s feet were.

“Hey! Feet off the ropes, Tamazaki!” the ref said, stopping the pin count to stand by the ropes and wait for her to move from them. If she didn’t, the ref would start the obligatory warning count, threatening to disqualify her.

Aoi scrunched her nose when the ref saw her legs. She was hoping the referee wouldn't notice but she sheepishly pulled her legs in and sighed. She very slowly sat up, dragging her fingers along Yamato's shaft as she sat up, letting her breasts press against his face until she no longer could.

When she was up on her knees, she looked down at Yamato. "Sumimasen, Yamato-sama." Aoi apologized. "You're so strong that you could lift me with ease if I didn't do something like that. I hope you don't find me vile." Aoi said, lowering her head.

Trapped beneath Aoi’s cleavage, Yamato had all but accepted his struggling as futile, and blushed as he waited for the third count to solidify possibly the quickest, most one-sided and most embarrassing defeats of his career. But that didn’t happen. He was surprised to instead vaguely hear the voice of the ref telling Aoi to get off the ropes. Suddenly it made sense why he couldn’t get out of that pin...

Still his face remained engulfed in his foe’s large breasts a little while longer. He groaned into her chest again as he felt her fingers drag along his shaft, then immediately began huffing for air once her breasts were finally lifted off his face. And Yamato was then surprised by the girl once again when he saw how apologetic she was being.

“Uh... I-it’s fine... Don’t worry about it...” he said reassuringly in between breaths as he continued recovering from the smother. Should it have been fine? Probably not, but seeing Aoi like this just made it impossible for him to be mad at her!

Aoi let her fingers trickle over Yamato's chest as he said it was fine. Brushing his pecs and pressing her palm flat against his body. "Oh, Yamato-sama, you're so kind. Arigatou gozaimasu." Aoi bowed her head and then. looked up and down Yamato's body.

"H-How will I fight you though, Yamato-sama?" She asked and then tried to straddle the boy's stomach, facing towards his legs. "If you're so strong, there's not much I can do!" If Aoi could straddle Yamato, then she would tr and grab a leg and pull it into the air to try and stretch it, even though she wasn't going to really be able to do much aside from give him a good limbering up for the moment.

“Eheh. Don’t mention it..” Yamato replied with an awkward chuckle. This seemed like such a strange conversation to be having in a wrestling match, and he still wasn’t quite sure what to think about it. But before he had any time to, Aoi had already moved to straddle his stomach.

Yamato’s sister was a rather flexible young woman. But Yamato himself? Not so much. So when his opponent pulled his leg into the air, what shouldn’t have hurt much at all was actually making him have to fight to suppress a few light groans. It wasn’t anywhere near agonizing enough to make him consider tapping out, fortunately.

The prone man reached his hands out in an attempt to push Aoi off of him. But in the process, his hands went a little lower than intended, inadvertently giving Yamato two handfuls of Aoi’s rump. Shit... Yamato immediately thought to himself, hoping it didn’t look too much like he was just trying to cop a feel. But more importantly, he hoped his little push would be enough to topple Aoi off of him.

When she heard that Yamato was already groaning from the strain, Aoi grinned. All she had to do was lean forward and tuck Yamato's leg under her arm and roll backwards as far as she could. That would definitely put some pressure on the boy.

Unforuntately, as she leaned forward, Yamato's hands went right onto Aoi's tight butt. Her eyes widened and she blushed, turning and looking at Yamao coyly as shewas shoved to a standing position. Aoi chewed on her lower lip and looked at Yamato's manhood.

"Y-Yamato-sama..." She said shyly and blushed awkwardly, grinning the whole time.

On the bright side, Yamato had managed to get Aoi off of him before his positioning could become even more problematic for him. But more embarrassment had been piled on for the young man in the process, and now his face was once again blushing in reaction.

“S-sorry about that! It was an accident!” he pleaded, frantically waving his hands in front of him while he attempted to dispel any notion the accidental butt grab might’ve given that he was a pervert.... Well, he was. But that was beside the point! Sort of. And it was right about then he realized he was wasting precious time that could’ve been spent getting back to his feet and trying to fight his way back into this.

Wait, what am I doing? Get up, you idiot!! he thought to himself, then quickly tried to scramble back a bit to get some distance between them so he could attempt to stand back up again. All the while, though not immediately known to him, a little tent had pitched in his trunks, drawing some giggles and chuckles from those in the audience who had been paying enough attention to see it...

Aoi certainly noticed the bulge expanding in Yamato's shorts as she watched the young boy put some distance between them, scrambling backwards. She giggled again and chased after him. "Oh, Yamato-sama!" She chirped, grinning playfully. "You're not afraid of little old me, are you?" She teased and lunged at him, trying to crash chest first into him once more and keep him down on the mat and close to her soft kin and sweet smelling body.

“A-afraid! Of course not! I...” Yamato started, stammering through the words as Aoi came toward him. But his voice trailed off when she suddenly dove right at him, and crashed down right onto his toned chest!

“Oomph!” Yamato grunted out as the impact slammed him back down, sandwiching Yamato’s torso between the mat and Aoi’s gorgeous body. The initial shock of the impact was quickly replaced with a sweet aroma, which practically hypnotized Yamato as he laid there underneath Aoi. He probably should’ve started scrambling to try to find an escape right about now, but instead he momentarily remained almost completely still, unable to help but take in the feeling of her scent and smooth skin against his.