The Basement Bash - Blossom Fields vs. Nakamoto Chiharu

All right, Blossom had her locked in. Now, to figure out a way to make her orgasm - Blossom thought back to the handful of porn she'd seen in her lifetime. What would they, what would they do...well, none of it was quite like this, but.

Blossom was thrown from her thoughts when Chiharu suddenly bucked, breaking her hold and sending her off like they were at the rodeo. Blossom landed on her back and quickly started to scramble away.

Chiharu had evidently caught Blossom at a pensive moment, as she had very little trouble bucking the smaller American girl from her back, throwing her to the floor as if she was a rodeo rider and Chiharu herself was a wild bull. Now, it was time for the tables to turn—Chiharu was on her feet, Blossom was down on her back, and it was time for the Japanese woman to exact a little erotic revenge. She had come close—very close—to cumming for Blossom just then. She wanted to bring Blossom to that same point of pleasure—and then throw her over the edge into orgasmic ecstasy.

Chiharu turned around just as her smaller foe began crawling away across the floor. The nymphomaniac chuckled. “Oh, no, you donâ€t…” she said, before lunging forward, trying to slam herself down on top of Blossom and pin her in place.

It was like that scene in Indiana Jones, with the giant boulder. Only instead of a boulder, there was a hot, tanned Japanese woman. And they were in a basement, not a temple. And Blossom didn't have any idols. But aside from those minor differences, quite similar.

Blossom got pinned under Chiharu when she lunged forward, and she immediately starts to put up a struggle, her considerable strength making her a handful to keep down. Through it all, she tries to snake her legs around Chiharu's waist and scissor her, though she's not even sure if she can pull that off with the size difference.

Blossom was unexpectedly strong for a girl so small—Chiharu had to give her that. The Japanese woman still had size on her side, however, and she wasnâ€t exactly weak herself. It took a good bit of effort, but she managed to keep the American down on the floor. She wasnâ€t quite able to keep the girl from moving, however, and, after a minute or two, Blossom had managed to turn around, now lying on her back when she had originally been lying on her belly.

“Grrrrn…youâ€re a tough little girl…so cute, though…” Chiharu grunted, as Blossomâ€s legs closed around her waist. The American girl squeezed her hard, but Chiharu soldiered through it. She was used to things getting a little rough, and she didnâ€t mind it one bit—so long as she came out on top. Chiharu would grab at Blossomâ€s chin with one hand, then, leaning in a little closer, she would slowly run the tip of her tongue up the side of the girlâ€s face.

Blossom's scissorhold started to lose its power the moment Chiharu's tongue touched her, melting under the carnal wrestler's touches and affection - she tried to hold onto the lock, still squirming, but her efforts were growing weaker by the second...she was melting, her body reacting on its own, and there was little she could do to stop it as her inexperience came to the forefront.

She started to pant, chest rising up off the floor, meekly pushing off Chiharu and suddenly feeling it much easier to empathize with that poor fly.

Chiharu felt her opponentâ€s abrupt one hundred and eighty degree shift in body language as soon as the tip of the tongue touched the girlâ€s cheek. Blossom seemed to melt. The girl was obviously not very experienced with this sort of thing, because, after just a couple of strokes of her tongue, Chiharu found that her cute little opponent had seemingly turned into a puddle beneath her.

“Oooh…done already?” Chiharu asked, tilting her head and giving Blossom a questioning look. “Donâ€t worry about a thing, my dear. Iâ€m going to take care of you…Iâ€m going to take very good care of you.”

Chiharu would reach over and grab the vibrator that Blossom had been using on her not three minutes earlier. Turning it on to its lowest setting, she would then bring it down to the Americanâ€s crotch, teasing her womanhood through the material of her costume with it first, waiting to see what the girlâ€s reaction would be to that before going further.

'Not very experienced with this sort of thing' would be an understatement. A gross understatement. She was about as experienced with it as Michael Jordan was with basketball...when he was two years old.

Biting her lip, she looked with wide eyes as Chiharu moved for the vibrator, bring it down, down, down - dangerously close to her sex, so close she could feel the vibrations. He body spasmed, jerked so hard that her tiny but powerful body threatened to throw Chiharu clean off, as she let out a lustful moan. "Nononono...ah, don't." She squirmed and sighed, writhed and wriggled, panted and pawed at the floor.

Even with her costume still on, Blossomâ€s reaction to the touch of the vibrator was strong. Chiharu could not help but laugh admiringly at the adorable little American girl as she squirmed beneath her, begging to be let go. The girlâ€s struggles became stronger, and Chiharu did her best to stay on top of her smaller foe. It wasnâ€t easy, but she was intent on making the girl cum first…

“No? But you seem to be enjoying this quite a bit, Blossom-chan…” Chiharu whispered. “Maybe youâ€d rather I turn the vibrator up to a higher setting, huh? Or maybe…maybe you want me to take off these little shorts and put this against your bare pussy, huh?” The Japanese beauty tugged at her opponentâ€s costume teasingly.

Crap on a crapstick; Chiharu was good at this. It wasn't like Blossom was a stranger to being beaten and dominated. She'd lost matches before, back in high school; been pinned by stronger opponents. Not too often, mind you, but it happened and she accepted it.

But this? This was something altogether different. Her body was just straight up disobeying her - she wanted to push Chiharu off, put up some kind of resistance, but it just. Was. Not. Happening. It was like her bones had minds of their own, and everyone one of them wanted to flop about under Chiharu's masterful touch. It wasn't like she'd never experienced a vibrator before, but never administered by a hot lesbian pinning her down. That made all the difference, apparently.

The best she could do was reach up and weakly push at Chiharu's chest, a vain effort. Her legs kicked and squirmed, toes curling at the extreme euphoria - and she would have to take three rounds of this? She'd pass out!

"Don't..." She threw her head back, as a wave ran through her body. "Don't turn it up - don't...I just...God..."

Blossomâ€s reactions were just adorable. Chiharu could hardly contain her glee at finding such a fun opponent to deflower. The girlâ€s protestations as she worked the vibrator across her clothed sex were like music to the Japanese nymphomaniacâ€s ears, as well. “Give in to your pleasure…” Chiharu implored her opponent, as the girl pushed weakly at her chest. Chiharu refused to be pushed off just like that, however. If she were to be removed, it would have to be through some incredible force of will on Blossomâ€s part. Until that happened, Chiharu was content to dominate her opponent in this fashion—and to savor the Americanâ€s adorable reactions.

“What? You donâ€t want me to turn it up?” Chiharu asked, with an exaggerated frown. She tugged on Blossomâ€s shorts again. “Maybe Iâ€ll keep it on this setting…but Iâ€ll get rid of some of these clothes…or maybe all of them. What do you think about that, Blossom-chan?”