Bash at the Beach 2: Edward Sealgair vs Naomi Brock

Depending just on one's point of view, young Edward was either in serious trouble...or the luckiest bastard in the ring. For his own part...he felt he was in heaven, Naomi's tight pussy squeezing against his modest sized member, each squeeze getting a gasp out of the blonde scotsmans mouth.

"Ohhh...so tight...Naomi...." he moaned out, wondering how he could be this lucky. his hands trailed her thighs upward, until he grabbed her hips, the slightly more sexually experienced boy able to keep his wits about him a little bit more than his lust-dazed opponent, before he thrust his hips upward, and started a rythym, thrusting himself upwards into her whenever she would thrust down on him, enhancing their lovemaking.

Finally, eyes glazed, cock throbbing inside of Naomi's tight mound and leaking pre-cum, he moaned again. "I'm...I'm close...I...can't stop, I'm gonna cum!" he warned her, only seconds before he threw his head back, crying out as he came inside of the giant woman, filling her with his cum, his body shivering in pleasure for the duration...before he fell to his back, laying limp in a daze of extacy!

Edward was more experienced then Naomi was, his mind still able to think through what was happening while his hands traced down her abs and latched onto her hips. Soon, the man would begin to work in a rhythm, thrusting upwards when she pushed down. It was as though sparks were flying between the two, each one hardly able to contain themselves from the pleasure that racked their bodies. Every thrust dragged a grunt or moan out of one of them.

Finally, just when Naomi thought she couldn’t hold out any longer…Ed said those words…he was going to cum, fill her full of himself. Does that technically mean she was winning?

No sooner had the thought entered her mind then it was obliterated from her conscious as Edward arched his back, giving her one final thrust before she felt him ejaculate inside of her. A warm feeling erupted throughout her lower half, destroying what power she had as she erupted as well, her head being thrown back as she gave one final push, orgasming all over Edward. Her body shook with pleasure, Naomi’s simply sitting on top of Ed as her mind tried to reboot itself after such an amazing experience.

Slowly, she would lift herself off of Edward. Both of them covered in the others juices as the bronze babe seemed to almost sleep walk over towards Edward. Gently, she laid across his chest, her abs pressed against his chest in a rather poor excuse for a pin. Naomi almost looked as though she were about to pass out right then in there, like a bear going into hibernation.

It wasn't until his orgasm fully faded from his system that Edwards young hips finally stopped thrusting upward, taut young body finally relaxing and going limp, his crotch covered in the warmth of Naomi's body and their mixed juices as she came as well, both of them just laying against each other, breathing against each other's flushed bodies as they recovered from their mutual orgasm.

Honestly...having her close to him like that...felt quite nice.

So much so, that he honestly never heard the first count as she pinned him, his only indication that he was about to be defeat being the sound of her hand hitting the mat and a loud "TWO!" filling his ears. Out of instinct, and surprise, he bucked his shoulder up off the mat, breaking the pin and laying back on the mat.

Rather than get up through, he gently grabbed Naomi's head, guiding the bigger woman to move up a bit on his body so he could kiss her cheek, before saying softly aloud. "So...was...was it good for you too?"

The heat between their two bodies, the sweat of each other’s adrenaline, and the steady beat of each other’s heart were just some of the things that connected Edward and Naomi as they experienced true ecstasy with one another. Once everything was over, Naomi’s muscles felt heavy and tired. They weren’t sore, thankfully. Considering it felt like her brain had short circuited, it was nice to simply relax and rest for a moment.

Edward’s smaller frame was…strangely comfortable. He reminded her of a small, soft teddy bear she had way back as a kid. Sort of a smaller plush, usually pretty warm and easy to hold. Naomi had left that bear in her room back at home, so it was strange that Edward, a man she had really only just met had reminded her of a toy she cherished so much.

The stronger woman pulled him closer, squeezing him gently. She was deaf to the outside world, her eyes clouded over as she looked at Ed with an empty-headed look about her. She hardly seemed to notice his shoulder bucking upwards, breaking the pin that she didn’t even notice was in place. In response to his struggles, she squeezed him tighter than before, almost retraining him, in a soft sort of manner. So much so that he could barely move his arm to gently grasp her head, subtly shifting her head to the side to give her a peck on the cheek and ask her a personal question. The woman’s eyes would shift up towards Ed, where she would move to plant a kiss on his forehead in response.

In truth, it was more instinct than anything that had Ed get his shoulder up, and Naomi didn't seem to notice or care after the fact, simply cuddling closer to him, squeezing him tighter against her warm and large body, somehow both hard and soft at the same time.

While no longer in her, their crotches still touched, and the blonde scot, feeling warm and comfy in Naomi's grip, shifted his hips, rubbing his limp member against her wet pussy, as several fans, who he ignored entirely, let out an "awwww" at the sight. In truth, at that moment, he couldn't even care about the match. The sun was shining, it was warm, and he had a beautiful, tender, sweet woman cuddling with him.

Life was good.

Naomi responded to his question by kissing his forehead, making him chuckle as he cuddled with her, kissing her forehead back. "I like you too..." he said, emerald green eyes looking to lock with hers, having something else to ask. "Would...uh...would you like to...get dinner tonight? With me?"

Some found the two competitors cuddling to be an absolutely adorable sight. Others adored looking over their incredibly sexy forms, probably getting aroused as imagination ran wild. Even as they gently began to kiss one another, the crowd cheered and enjoyed the lovemaking, apparently satisfied with how events played out.

They were not the only ones. Edward cuddled up closer to Naomi, planting a kiss on her forehead as he began to run up against her. His skin was so soft and warm, and he seemed to chuckle to himself as it hit him exactly whom he was enjoying company with. Finally he would lean in, and whisper in Naomi’s ear. He requested they have dinner later, excitement in his voice as his baited breath waited to hear the amazon’s response.

“Zzzz….”

THE LUNK HEAD HAD FALLEN ASLEEP?!?!?

Spoiler:

Naomi looked like a child, snoozing right next to Edward like it was nothing at all! The dolt even had a stupid smile on her face as she slept, a thin line of drool already rolling down her cheek. She must have been having an interesting dream, as she began giggling to herself, and her cheeks grew rosey red! She brought her man closer, hugging him tightly as she rubbed against him in her sleep.

The referee looked at Naomi with a look as though the woman were strange, the striped woman leaning in towards Edward, her tone a bit skeptical.

“Should….should I just call the match?”

...This was officially the new strangest match of Edwards entire career.

Not exactly in a bad way though. He had met an absolutely stunning and charming woman, found out he was about to fuck a virgin, had her go from awkward and embarrassed to totally into him at the flip of a coin, and now the adorable lunkhead was ASLEEP!?

This had been a very strange day.

Edward sighed, stroking Naomi's hair, wincing at the tight grip of her cuddling, unsure of what to do in this situation. When the referee asked him if she should just call the match, he blushed, looking up at her.

"Um...yeah, I guess, she sees pretty out of it. Just...lemme...get her over...."

It took a few moments and some concentrated effort, but the blonde Edward managed to shift and roll the much heavier and larger Naomi over to her back, the naked teenage gazing down at the sleeping giant. "...You...adorable lunkhead. I'm sorry about this..." He sat on her abs, leaning forward and pressing her shoulders down with his hands, officially pinning her and nodding to the referee girl to start the count, while his cock pocked at the underside of the woman's large breasts.

"ONE!"

"TWO!"

"THREE!"

and just like that, it was over, young Edward claiming his first hentai victory in Tension...in the oddest possible way. Deflowering a virgin and then pinning her as she slept. He pushed himself up to his feet, getting his arm raised by the referee. The crowd...politely applauded, but didn't seem all to happy with the quick match. He posed very briefly, putting a foot on Naomi's chest so the crowd could take a picture, before getting back on his knees, lightly shaking Naomi's shoulders. "Hey...Hey Naomi...hey, time to wake up..."

--

The raging fire that surrounded them was the only thing that illuminated the dark room! The lights above were destroyed! Blasted away by multiple rounds of gunfire and explosions! Glass made the once clean, waxed floor shimmer and crunch with every footstep as the fire roared and crackled what looked to be a simple office building before. Desks, computers, everything was strewn about and damaged by gunfire. A few bodies lay on the floor, their faces covered by various types of masks...somehow it was clear that these had to be the bad guys.

In the center of the raging inferno stood three figures, each one tense for a different reason. Naomi stood on one side of the room, her body cut and burned from the high octane action she had surely endured to get up to this point! Her eyes were locked on the couple standing on the opposite side of the room, the classic hostage situation.

“I never expected you to get this far, Brock! You might have ruined my plans to destroy the statue of liberty for ransom money, but if you take one step closer then I’ll make sure my lovely little hostage has to have a closed casket funeral!”

The voice that spoke was that of a woman, her voice strangely regal and soft....but there was a thin layer of malice that bubbled to the top of it all! Her visage was hellish thanks to the fire, but even in fine lighting she could easily be picked out as a criminal. Her long, green hair helped cover the side of her burned face, with an eye patch and fancy suit to complete the look of a villain. Her smile was nasty and cruel as she pointed the gun at the head of her hostage, whom she held tightly in a headlock. Their face was hidden by the constant flickering shadows of the fire, but Naomi knew somehow that she cared about this person.

“Let them go! We both know you only have one more shot in that clip! So instead of them...why don’t you shoot me!”

The burned woman sneered at Naomi, but quickly seemed to consider her offer. The hostage seemed to get scared, wordlessly screaming something that Naomi couldn’t hear, but still understood.

“It’s okay, Hon...Everything will be alright…”

“Heh! Alright then, Brock! If you're so sure about this, then I’ll bite!”

The light of the fire bounced off the silver of the barrel, the burned woman’s grin spreading across her face as she held the hostage tightly, never letting them go for a second!

“If you try to move or run, then i’ll just fire at the hostage...Now, I’m gonna count to three, so stay still like a good target!”

Naomi glared at her enemy, but ultimately nodded. She felt the guns crosshairs fall upon her, and that heavy feeling of death lingered just behind her. This was it! It was do or die! Now or never! She just needed the right opportunity!

“ONE!”

“TWO!”

“THREE!”

At that very instant, Naomi threw the stapler in her back pocket, scoring a direct hit on the burned woman’s forehead! She howled in surprise and pain, her gun going off in the wrong direction and blasting a nearby wall to smithereens!

Before she could recover, her hostage broke free from her grasp, leaving Naomi a clear shot to kick the burned woman away! The villain sailed across the burning office and landed in a heap, looking like she had just been hit by a train!

With the threat over with, the hostage ran by her side and gave her a sweet embrace! Now it was time for the sweet kiss that tended to be the uplifting, happy moment at the end of these types of stories. Naomi leaned in towards the person she loved, and as their lips grew closer, they whispered something softly.

"Hey...Hey Naomi...hey, time to wake up..."

Wait a minute...what?

Suddenly, Edwards' face grew visible in the fires light! His blonde hair shined and shimmered in the wild lighting, Naomi completely confused as to what was going on! What was Edward doing here?

Naomi slowly began to realize what was going on as she turned towards the villain of the hour. Pieces of the puzzle were being put together: Long green hair, a suit, a cool attitude.

“Oh, crap…”

Rhein sat back up, rubbing her head and glaring at Naomi. It seems Naomi had just kicked her manager in the stomach, and that this entire thing was simply…

--

A dream.

Edward took over her vision. The smaller poet was sitting on her muscular stomach and peering down at her with a look of amusement on his face. Judging by what happened, she must have fallen asleep in the middle of the match. Instantly, her cheeks grew red, and she hid her face behind her hands.

“E-EH?!? W-what’s going on? Did we do the thing? D-did….you win?”

The wannabe action star was totally embarrassed! This was practically a handicap match and she still dropped the ball right at the cusp of victory! It always seemed like she could get most of the way there, but ultimately plummet at the end.

Truth be told...it was a little disheartening. If she couldn’t beat someone half her size in something as simple as a tussle match, then how could she ever stand up to someone with a gun like her own heroes did?

She sighed quietly, staying behind her hands, as though they were a shield that protected her from the outside world as she tried her best to keep her thoughts from breaking out. She needed to put on a happy face...even if it was just to congratulate Edward on his victory.

Edward...couldn't help but giggle a little. Naomi was...a very interesting woman to say the least. She was physically intimidating, but incredibly cute and adorable and funny. Her muscles were hard, but she had such a soft touch. She was a virgin, but the way she seduced him was unbelievable, as the cum still on their lower bodies proved.

...He liked her.

He leaned down, gently taking her hands in his and moving them away from her face, looking down her with a kind smile, his golden blonde ponytail dangling over her face.

"Hey...look at me. You did great. I mean it. Don't beat yourself up over losing. This was your first hentai match, your first sexual experience, and I...I couldn't resist you." he said with a blush, trying to comfort the defeated woman. "You were amazing, and I enjoyed every single moment of our match...and uh...I'd...I'd like to ask you out to dinner sometime...if you'd like."

Naomi didn’t know what to do.

No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stop the tears from coming. She didn’t want that to be the punctuation mark on her second match. Not in front of Edward. She was truly happy for him and frustrated with herself. But the more she cried, the more she blamed herself, which caused her to cry more. It was a difficult situation, one that made her hide in her hands for quite some time.

It was only when Edward gently gripped her wrists that she froze. She couldn’t hold back to small tears rolling down her cheeks, and as he pulled her hands away, Edward was greeted with the somber action hero’s shining eyes.

He smiled down at her, but not like her previous opponent did. There was kindness in Edwards' expression. He himself seemed nervous, and he stumbled a bit before telling her she did a great job. This was only her first match, and she accomplished so much already. Naomi blushed a little, and looked away, trying to wipe her tears off onto her shoulder. She didn’t have a response, and she just laid there with Edward's hands holding hers. Her heart beat a little faster, and she found herself focused on his words, rather than her failure.

Then Edward gently asked the amazon out for dinner.

Naomi paused. Her body tensed up a bit as his question went through her mind again and again. A...date? A dinner date? That was...well, a new question.

“R...really?” Naomi asked, giving Edward a hopeful side glance, “You wouldn’t mind...going to dinner with a...big, tall...hard to train, meathead...like me?”