A Summertime Preview...

The American was tugged along as Akashi began her crawl to the ropes.
"Oh, Akashi you can't tell me you don't like this..." she said huskily.
Still digging her fingers into the sumo's sex, she went on "You're so wet, my fingers just slide right in, even though I'm using three now. But you feel that don't you? The way I can feel every twitch and throb of your pussy..."
Marisa added, hoping the dirty talk would strike a chord in Akashi's mind...

Akashi clenched her teeth as her face went beet red. She slowed to a stop and rested her head against the mat. She never said she didn't like it. In fact, that was the problem! Marisa was right, Akashi could feel all three fingers gliding along her dripping mound almost effortlessly. She was so close to cumming too that she could almost hardly believe she hadn't yet.

She threw her head up and let out a loud scream that devolved into a moan of ecstasy before she pulled up her hand and bit down on it as hard as she could, letting out a muffled shriek as tears began to drip from her cheeks. Marisa was going to have to do better than three fingers if she wanted a piece of Akashi. As the Sumo began to slowly army crawl her way back towards the ropes, she had to show the model that she was every bit a professional in the squared bedroom as Marisa had been.

Marisa watched as Akashi threw her head back, her dark hair trailing in it's wake. It made for quite the sight as the sumo let out a loud cry that faded down into a moan. Then the sumo bit down on her hand, resuming the crawl to the ropes.
The American watched as their destination got nearer, her three fingers continuing their deep delve into the Asian's dripping sex as she bided her time. As Akashi got within lunging distance, Marisa drove all three fingers knuckle deep in a final attempt to send her into another climax...

Akashi knew she was close. Both to the ropes and to a powerful orgasm. When she was close, she stopped crawling She was sure that the only thing keeping her from cumming was the intense pain she felt in her hand from biting down on it so hard. But she probably wouldn't be able to reach with the arm that was supporting her. She took one last hard clamp down on her hand and then decided to throw her bitten hand out for the ropes.

Akashi felt her middle finger brush up against it and knew she just needed one more push of effort to grab onto them. As she tightened her body for the final push, she felt three long, slender fingers bury themselves knuckle deep inside of her. Her inner walls were tickled at their very core and it briefly felt like she was being tightly penetrated. Her eyes widened and she was frozen in time for a moment before her hanging hand went limp like a wave down her body.

Akashi's head followed and soon she began to shiver like a crumbling ancient temple about to collapse. Her body then seized as her fingers curled into the mat. Her butt lifted up and then Akashi screamed into the mat as she embarrassingly sprayed out juices between Marisa's fingers, which almost looked like it was plugging the hole of a bursting dam.

Akashi then began bucking hard as she moaned and pounded the mat. Despite the half crab, Akashi was no longer interested in trying to out maneuver Marisa. She was cumming as hard as she ever came in her life and the violent throes felt like a natural movement for her body during this seemingly endless typhoon of pleasure.

Unusually enough, aside from the initial scream, Akashi had been nearly silent vocally during this powerful orgasm. her body felt like she was having a seizure and her eyes were wide and staring, yet glossy as a bit of drool began to seep out of her lips and roll down her cheek. As her body began to finally exhaust itself of pleasure, and juices which slicked her thighs and created a veritable lake of cum around her, Akashi fe4lt heavy and just wanted to slump against the mat and drift off to sleep. She couldn't believe what Marisa had done to her. Or maybe Akashi had stubbornly done it to herself. Her refusal just to accept a quick and skilled orgasm from the model had intensified the one that was finally washing out of her now, her body, which had reddened from the intensity now had a soft, pale glow to it along with a sheen of glistening sweat. And for the moment, all she could do was softly pant against the canvas and accept what Marisa had planned next.

Marisa's eyes widened as she felt Akashi's juices come bursting from her sex as if they were kept under pressure. The sumo's wild thrashing tore the limb the Platinum Blond was holding onto from her grasp, then sent Marisa tumbling off of her perch.
Turning back to look at Akashi, Marisa watched the rest of her orgasm play itself out.
*Wow, that has to be one of the biggest, most intense orgasms I've ever seen, in or out of this ring...* she thought to herself as she got to her feet and scrambled back towards Akashi. *There's no way that she'll beat a three count....Tana, Belinda, Tasha, they'd be down for a ten count after something like that!*
The other woman had gone limp as Marisa got to her, one of her hands sliding a bit on the pooled juices on the mat. With a grunt of effort, the model would seize a hold of Akashi's leg and try to move her a few steps away from the ropes. Then, she would roll Akashi over onto her back before lying her body down across the Japanese bombshell's bust, looking to secure a pin attempt that would bring the ref down, the official kneeling down among Akashi's juices. The crowd had gone silent during the sumo's orgasm, shocked by the sight of Akashi bucking and thrashing in the throes of a violent climax.
"You even cum like a champion." Marisa said softly to her opponent. "You really are one of the AFW's best, and I'm flattered you came out and met me in the ring. But when it comes to erotic fighting, it looks like I'm the...what's the Japanese word....ah yes. Yokozuna, I think."
Her voice held a note finality to it, as Marisa believed this contest to be over, in her favor.
She smiled as the ref slapped the mat once, calling out "One!"

A part of Akashi just wanted to roll over and go to sleep. Her body felt like it was made from a ton of bricks. She only laid there panting and blinking down at the dark void of the mat that her sli9ck matted hair sealed away from her vision as Marisa came back to her. She had been thankful, at least, that the model had been thrown off, even if it seemed like it was almost involuntary. However, Akashi would find that Marisa was back even if she didn't turn her heaqd to look at the platinum blonde.

When Marisa began to tug on her, Akashi could only take comfort in the fact that she was one hundred and ninety pounds of dead weight as Marisa drug her away from the ropes like a slab of beef. She let out a grunt as she was flipped and the blinding arena lights came back into her vision.

When Marisa laid on top of her and their breasts mashed together, Akashi let out a hiss as if a release valve had been turned on her. Marisa felt even heavier than she was and Akashi's body still felt numb. Akashi didn't even acknowledge Marisa's words as she spoke, despite all the praise. A bleary thought passed through her as she was hooked into position and she felt the ref slide into place. But when she heard the word Yokozuna, Akashi's ear twitched. That was the only thing that happened between the one and the two count. but as the ref lifted her arm for the final count, Akashi's eyes widened and her arm stiffened and shot upward, rolling her shoulder off the mat, breaking the count.

The crowd gasped and cheered but after the ref waved off the pin and informed the timekeeper of the two count, Akashi's arm flopped backwards and hit the mat with a heavy thud. She was technically back in pin position but she knew that if she could beat the count once, she could beat it again and again and again if all she needed to do was raise an arm up. She could definitely manage that much at least. Especially with the flicker of defiance at Marisa's words.

Marisa looked up at the ref, but she held up two fingers and shook her head.
Getting to her feet the model looked down at Akashi and sighed. Part of her admired the Japanese woman for being able to throw off an orgasm like that in time to get her shoulder up. It spoke of both considerable stamina and willpower.
Reaching down, Marisa would seize hold of Akashi's bikini bottom's, looking to pull them down and eventually getting them off of her foe after a struggle. If that went off without incident, Marisa would remove her own, before tossing both pairs out of the ring.
"There...might as well make ourselves comfortable..." she commented, going back to Akashi. Bending down, she would try to seize the sumo's ankles and use them to spread her legs open, making the crowd either cheer or call out warnings to Akashi to be on the lookout for one of Marisa's hentai finishers that began from such a position...

Akashi just laid on the mat panting as Marisa first addressed the ref and then her once more. She didn't move when Marisa stood up and didn't even flinch when Marisa pulled her bikini bottoms off. Honestly, at the point, they were more of a hindrance to the match. Akashi was pretty certain, especially from that last orgasm, that this match wasn't going to be about stopping an orgasm so much as being the one to last through three seconds of a powerful one.

Only when Marisa began to remove her own, did Akashi even show any signs of movement as she turned her eyes to watch the model undress. By the time Marisa was done tossing out the bikini bottoms, Akashi had gotten a fair amount of time to rest. She had conserved her strength by not making any unnecessary movements. When Marisa leaned in, Akashi pulled her knees into her stomach and threw out her hand to try and grab her hair and give it a sharp tug.

She was trying to get hold of Marisa's hair so she cold shove her feet upward into Marisa's stomach and flip Marisa over Akashi and onto the blonde's back.

Some in the crowd wondered if perhaps Marisa had been away from the AFW a little too long, and forgotten about how unwise it was to give opponents too much time to recover. Or maybe she was confident that the sumo would still be too winded to oppose her. In reality it was a combination of both...as well as a desire to be a showwoman of sorts, taking the time to strip herself and her opponent.
Either way, the American was tugged in close by her grip on Akashi's ankles. The Japanese powerhouse took advantage of that to send Marisa up and over before she could fathom what was happening. She sailed through the air with a brief cry that was cut short as she hit the mat, landing on her back.
Marisa would let out a groan as she shook her head, dazed from both her flight and her landing....

Akashi rolled onto her stomach after the flipped Marisa. Maybe a little slower than she liked, as juices dripped down her thighs when she got to her knees. Still, she wasn't going to waste the opportunity she had just created for herself. She needed to get a big orgasm out of Marisa. The kind that the model had just pulled from her and she needed to do it in her own way.

Akashi stood up and leaned over, looking to once again grab hold of Marisa's luscious locks. Without worrying about civility or Marisa's abilities to keep up, Akashi would try and roughly grab Marisa's hair once more, looking to pull her up into a standing or crawling position. She had an idea but she needed to get Marisa into a good position and that position would be to try and throw her into the turnbuckles so she was bent over against the middle rope with her shoulder buried against the turnbuckle pole.