The Basement Bash - Blossom Fields vs. Nakamoto Chiharu

Yup, this was a bad idea. Oh, it felt like a good idea, true - but that was what made it such a bad idea.

It was like a first-year fencer going up against a gold medalist. Blossom's meager tongue play was simply no match for Chiharu's advanced moves. Her tongue moved like it had a mind all its own, running the gamut of Blossom's face. Here. There. Everywhere there was to lick. Blossom didn't even know a tongue could move that fast and flexibly. Where had she even picked up the skill? How the heck do you learn to use your tongue like that?

Blossom managed to ponder that quite well - frankly, she didn't have much else to do, as her body turned to jelly under the carnal assault. She kept her ankles locked around Chiharu, but there was no squeeze, no force, and a simple stray gust would have been enough to dislodge it. She meekly whimpered and tried to pull away, but it was a feeble effort.

Resistance was futile. "Oh, god..."

Chiharuâ€s tongue snaked this way and that, all across Blossomâ€s face, every contour of the small Americanâ€s features being explored by the statuesque Japanese beautyâ€s mouth. Chiharu would not slow down at all, really getting into the licking, and the kissing, and the borderline-slobbering as she made out with Blossomâ€s entire face.

Her tongue did the job it was meant to do. Chiharu could feel Blossomâ€s legs loosen around her waist, giving up the scissor hold and merely hanging there impotently. Blossom whimpered, trying to pull away, but Chiharu would keep it up, only stopping when she knew she was ready to make a real move to take control of her opponent.

“Heh heh heh…did you like that?” Chiharu asked sweetly. She would reach down with one hand to try to push Blossomâ€s legs away from her midsection. Then, she would reach down between the Americanâ€s legs, once again beginning to fondle her.

Blossom let out a long, drawn-out, overly content, erotic and blissful sigh as she went to work. Chiharu's tongue was sapping the power from her body with every lick, like she had some insane, mystical power. A sex goddess come to Earth to show mortals how it was done. Blossom never stood a chance.

Her legs were pushed away with childish ease, and in the next moment Chiharu was on her. She threw back her head and her body started to squirm as that expert hand of hers started on her once again, immediately igniting every fiber of her body into pure pleasure. "Yes." It was the obvious truth. Why try to deny it?

She did the only thing she could think to do as she tried to escape, rolling over and trying to get on her chest, to at least cover her most vulnerable area.

Chiharu had Blossom right where she wanted her: squirming, virtually helpless on her back. The wild, sloppy kiss turned Chiharu on, as well, but the Japanese beauty was an expert at this sort of thing. It was not an exaggeration to say she had had hundreds of different sexual partners, and during that time had acquired a good deal of sexual endurance. She knew that the kiss, while it was hot to her, had to be driving her smaller American opponent crazy with desire.

As she began to fondle Blossom, the American wrestler turned over onto her stomach, hiding her private parts from view in an effort to protect herself. Chiharu appreciated her opponentâ€s attempt, but she was not about to let Blossom off that easily. Chiharu would lay down perpendicular to Blossom, draping herself across the smaller girlâ€s back, to hold her down, before starting to tug at the girlâ€s costume again, trying to pull it down and expose her pussy for easier fondling.

For a second there, Blossom seriously thought rolling on her back would save her. It was a cute idea, but nope. Playing turtle was not going to save her, this time. Chiharu had ways of cracking that shell. Devious, sexy ways.

She gasped as Chiharu came down on top of her, laying her full weight over Blossom's back and keeping her down. If she had some, time, she could have squirmed out and mounted an offense, but time was something she had little of. Chiharu's devilish hands worked fast, and before Blossom knew which was up, a cold breeze flowed over her sex. Chiharu was pulling her pants down as easily as you would take a peel off a banana.

Blossom kicked and squirmed, but it was a futile effort. Those pants were coming off, one way or the other. The best she could think to do was push up and try to buck Chiharu off.

Chiharu was fast. As a nymphomaniac, she had plenty of experience going after other womanâ€s sexual organs as fast as she could. Tonight, she proved she was not out of practice, as, after pinning Blossom down underneath her own long, toned body, she would quickly pull Blossomâ€s pants down as far as she could, in order to get the perfect vantage point from which to pleasure the American girlâ€s sex.

Her hand slipped down, sliding over Blossomâ€s butt on its way to her womanhood. She tickled it with her fingers, slowly stroking the American girlâ€s lower lips before trying to slip one of her fingers inside of her smaller opponent.

“Oh, now be a good girl…” Chiharu insisted, as she felt Blossom beginning to struggle beneath her, trying to push up and get out from underneath the Japanese beauty. Chiharu would try to force Blossom back down, pulling her body up before thrusting her hips downwards, trying to bump Blossom powerfully right back down into the mats.

Blossom was still trying to struggle as Chiharu ran her hands over bare sex, though you would be forgiven for thinking she just gave up. Her body slackened. Her hips fell. Her arms went out to the side, as a low, listless moan escape her lips. Her body shook, as she tried to command her limbs to move and escape. They just ignored the order as Chiharu's voodoo went into effect. She was putty, once again.

What little resistance she had was crushed when Chiharu slammed her back down with surprising force, her hips having a lot more power than Blossom would have guessed. She laid her head to the side as her hips starting shaking, the juice already beginning to flow over those expert fingers.

"Ah..." She bit her lip, closed her eyes, scrunched up as the last vestiges of fight squeezed out between her legs. "How are you not the hentai champion?"

Blossom obviously wanted to resist, but her body, it seemed, wasnâ€t obeying her brain. Chiharu had met a couple of other girls, very coy, inexperienced, and sometimes a little shy, who had had similar reactions. She was going to make Blossom feel just as good as those women had felt at the end of their night with the white-haired Japanese nymphomaniac.

Chiharuâ€s hip bump did its job, neutralizing Blossomâ€s resistance. The Japanese woman would slip her fingers deeper inside of Blossomâ€s sex, working at it expertly, stroking carefully back and forth as she felt her fingers become slick with her opponentâ€s juices. She giggled at Blossomâ€s stunned, awed reaction to this sudden, dramatic turn of events. “Well, Iâ€ve only been under contract with AFW for a week,” Chiharu replied. “Letâ€s give them a couple of months to see the light on that, eh, Blossom-chan?”

It was inevitable, so this time Blossom stopped fighting near the end, so she could enjoy the oncoming orgasm. The electric charge flowed through, her hips buckled and bounced, and out it came. Her moan turned into a gasp which turned into a long sigh, and the life sapped out of her body as she laid there in blissful contentment.

She was still for a moment, looking at Chiharu from the corner of her eyes while her breath slowed down. An idea started to creep through her head - not even a sneaky idea. But maybe a good one. "Since you're going to win, anyway, can I make a request for the last fall?" She curled up a little bit, trying to hide her sheepish smile. "Could we just, you know...have normal sex? I mean, al this kinky stuff is fine, but I've never, you know...this is my first time, so I'd kind of...well, I guess..."

She was blushing like mad. She knew it. She could almost see the redness coming off her cheeks herself, she swore.

And just like that, Chiharu was back on top. It seemed that it had only been three or four minutes since she was having an orgasm of her own. And now, she was on top of Blossom, dominating the American girl, feeling the way her body slowly ceased to struggle and the way her resistance melted away in the moments leading up to her orgasm. Chiharu felt her fingers coated in sticky pussy juices as Blossom went over that cliff for a second time, falling into a valley of ecstasy.

Chiharu wouldnâ€t make a move to get off of her opponent, though she did not try to do anything to the girl while she was recovering. The Japanese beauty would just lay on top of Blossom, waiting for the American to recover enough to speak. When she did, she had a request. An intriguing request, to be sure. Chiharu would have been suspicious had the look on Blossomâ€s face not seemed so earnest, so innocent.

“Normal sex?” she repeated. Then she smiled and laughed. “Sweetie, this was about as vanilla as I can make it. Thereâ€s really no such thing as ‘normal sex†anyway, you know. Some girls love fingering, some do cunnilingus all the time, others bring toys into play…” She trailed off, realizing the list would be far too long if she kept going. She finished with a sly smile: “I suppose youâ€re probably talking about actual genital contact, right? I guess thatâ€s about as ‘normal†as you can get.”