Refresher Course

Mariah was expecting a reaction out of Haruka, but she had to admit, this was a bit beyond the call of duty. Sure, she had a ton of experience with using her tongue in all kinds of interesting ways, had it down to a science, but it had been a while since she’d gotten that kind of reaction.

Maybe she was that good. Maybe Haruka was just that horny. Either way, it was enough to send her opponent into a frothing frenzy. In only a few seconds, too - in Mariah’s book, that ranked as impressive.

She took in big gulps of air the moment she was free, filling her lungs as she sat up and spun about. Sure enough, Haruka was reeling - the flushed face, the sweat, the heavy breathing, all the telltale signs of a shortened orgasm. Poor thing was on the edge, a concept that Mariah was familiar with. It could drive a woman insane, and she wasn’t so cruel as to keep the pinkette hanging. She would finish her off soon enough.

On her own terms. In her own way.

”Coooooooome here.” Mariah scooted on over, open her legs, and swung them over Haruka’s body, snapping them down right on her neck and putting her in a tight headscissors. Tight for her probably wasn’t all that tight - she wasn’t known for her incredible leg strength. But she did have fingers. Great, deft fingers. And she knew what to do with them, too.

Mariah reached between Haruka’s leg, found her pussy, slipped beneath the fabric and went to work, stroking at her foe’s wetness, finding the slit and diving into it with an adventurous finger. There was no finesse here, no subtlety. It was all about getting her opponent riled up in the quickest manner possible, while she looked on with a fiendish grin.

Haruka had never liked being left hanging on the edge.

A concept that has its place in the sexfight world, but not one she personally uses. Cruel for her own tastes, the fact that you’re left standing on the edge of the cliff, with no one to push you off fully, was horrible. Plus, it never had made sense for the pinkette. It wasn’t as if she isn’t this massive reservoir that never runs dry; edging her out only delays things, if anything. She wasn’t that hard to work her up to a frenzy.

This is why Haruka liked to finish the job there and then. It was easy to do so; her own deft fingers are skilled and trained to bring someone to the highest of peaks and once they fall past it, gently ease them down with the greatest of care. Despite being someone that seemed like she could out deadlift Bubbles, Haruka cared for the opponent to reach the end. They deserve that much.

At the very least, Mariah wasn’t going to leave Haruka hanging. Just that she didn’t want to be pinned in the process of it. Understandable, really.

Once they were back to somewhat neutral, Haruka got up to her hands and knees. Most likely, it would take a while for her to get on her own two feet, predominantly as she was driven to a frenzy. Mariah was in no rush to bring them both standing; her legs found their way around Haruka’s neck. An odd angle, one that had the pinkette’s head planted on the floor as if she was kowtowing. Mind you, it wasn’t tight; the behemoth didn’t feel as if Mariah was trying to choke her out. More like she was trying to hold her in place.

And wouldn’t you know it, Haruka was right.

“Hnnnn~ aaaaaah...!! Aaaaah... hnnnngh~” It didn’t take long for the manager’s finger to find it’s way inside. Haruka’s pussy was so sopping wet that no lube was needed. Not even her own saliva. Between the inserted finger and the clit massage, Mariah went straight to work. She wasn’t earning grace and style points, but Haruka has seen much worse. It was good enough to work the pinkette up even more. Right where she pushed her off the edge.

“Uuuuuunnghh!!! Oooouuuuhhh uuuuhhh~...” The climax was explosive, but it brought much relief that was desperately needed. Her body shivering from the sheer pleasure washing over her very being.

”Come on, come on, comeoncomeoncomeon-”

Bubbles had taken a quick exit from the ring while all this was going on, sliding out and making a beeline for her gym bag. She wasn’t known for her speed or fleet feet, but she could haul ass when she wanted to, and right now, she really wanted to. She moved at a fever pace, far faster than she thought possible, and reached into the bag, rifling through it. It had to be here, she knew she brought the damn thing, where was it…

”Fuck yes!” Her cell phone. Hot damn.

The prize in hand, she rushed back into the ring right as Mariah went to work in earnest on Haruka, making the pinkette squeal like a beast in heat. She managed to get her camera working, got down on her elbows, and filmed away at the perfect angle. No way was she missing this.

It turned out to be a sight worth recording. Her wife had played a little guitar in high school, and she still had the deftness with her fingers, on full display as she worked Haruka to the edge and shoved her off. It was a quick burn, but she made the most of it, stretched it out, and it made the eventual conclusion all the more satisfying.

”Boom.”

With a triumph grin, Mariah eased Haruka down and released her hold, letting the woman enjoy every second of her afterglow. Not wanting to ruin such a splendid moment, she merely placed her elbows down beside the pinkette’s head and looked down at her, watching her upside down face as she came off the high.

It would take a few moments, she was sure, but when Haruka finally hit rock bottom, Mariah would blow a kiss her way and bounce her eyebrows. Enjoying this and wanting to show it. ”So.” She licked some of the younger woman’s juices off her fingers. ”Impressed?”

Although enjoying the chance to feel relief, Haruka genuinely tried to get an idea of Mariah’s skill with her fingers. It is understated how seasoned Haruka was when it came to the world of sexfighting. With her vast experience, the pinkette knew what works and what doesn’t. How one uses their body to a significant effect, what kind of speed they use, what variation they favor. It’s noted down in her head and can make quick comparisons from past experiences.

She was unsure where to place or grade Mariah. On the one hand, there were hints of skill and deftness with those fingers. As if they were used to playing an instrument. Those were usually ones that know how to make a wondrous melody of mewling cries of pleasure. On the other hand, it was sloppy, lacked grace in favor of just bringing them to a fever pitch. The only thing that saved it was Haruka’s need for an end. After being left hanging, she craved for a release and honestly, anything would work.

“Mnnnhhh…finalllllyyy~…” Haruka moaned, cupping her crotch with both hands as she looked up at the ceiling. Mariah was gracious to roll her onto her back and giving her time to come down from that high. She blinked hard, letting her breathing come down to a steady beat while her gaze shifts to Mariah. “Nnnhh…its good…hate being left hanging there…ya know…” She trailed off, noticing Mariah bouncing her eyebrows before her gaze looks down. There she realized Bubbles was recording this on her phone.

“Awwww, come on…” Haruka whined, hiding her face behind her palms as her redded face became one of embarrassment. Like an abashed schoolgirl who the girls caught who’s her crush. “How long have you been recording? Awwwwww maaannnn…”

The sight of Haruka recoiling away from the camera was too much, making Bubbles burst out in a giggling fit. This woman was just too adorable, and her pink hair didn’t have all that much to do with it, funny enough. ”Not long enough.” She chewed on her lip and gave a mischievous bounce of her eyebrows as she raised back up on her knees. She reached over to the side and placed her phone between the turnbuckle pads, finding a neat space to record all the action with it falling off. ”Don’t act like your shy, girl. You work for the AFW, won’t be the last time you orgasm in a ring, trust me.”

Mariah just chuckled and leaned down, giving Haruka a quick peck on the forehead. ”Looks like I’ve still got it. Agree? Disagree?”

As silly as it was to brag about doing something that wasn’t even close to being a requirement for their little match, she couldn’t help a burst of pride. After all, this was the girlfriend of a top hentai competitor. The standards were set high. If she could drive a woman like this crazy, well, the sky was the limit. Having Bubbles for a wife helped, sure, but that wasn’t the sole reason she’d come out on top, here.

“All right!” She sat back on her calves and stretched her arms out high, getting out all the kinks, physical and otherwise. ”I’m good to keep going, but if you need a little break, need to compose a wee bit, that’s okay with me.” She did a quick inspection of her hand, checking both sides to make sure she’d licked up every last bit of Haruka’s juices. ”It’s okay to admit you don’t have the stamina for me, few women do.”

“I wasn’t expecting it!” Haruka responded as she remained hidden under her palms. Truth be told, it’s not the first time that Haruka has been in front of an audience or the camera, in fact. The pinkette wasn’t expecting to be in front of one, especially when this isn’t a scheduled match. She could only hazard a guess that Bubbles wanted it to be immortalized for their own pleasure viewing. It is probably the first time Mariah has had some good competition going, which was a good moment for her. This shows that she hasn’t lost her touch all those years of being idle. Under that guise, there wasn’t anything to be mad or embarrassed about.

It could have done with a warning, though.

But it can’t be helped. One of Haruka’s fingers spread out for an eye to watch Mariah after being kissed on the forehead. “Mmmnnhhh~…yep, definitely got something there.” Credit where it’s due. She’d be disappointed if Mariah didn’t have the skills, considering Bubbles is her wife. “Still, so mean!” Haruka pouted, keeping up with the banter. She laid it on thick with the hurt in her voice. A playful opener for Haruka to sit up straight away, taking a deep breath as she pushed off the ground. “But yeah, I’m good. My stamina isn’t something you need to worry about~…” Considering the countless marathon bouts she has had, this isn’t close to satisfying her. She doesn’t know about Mariah’s stamina though, it would be interesting to reach that limit. If the manager cared to go in that direction.

“Alright then!” Haruka stretched her hips, rolled her shoulders before settling into a stance. “Ready for round two?”

Ah, the energy of the young. Just seeing Haruka bounce back so quickly was pulling Mariah back into a time machine, reminding her of the day when she was a boundless ball of spunk, herself, eager and ready for anything and anyone. Granted, she hadn’t had the muscle to back all that up, but she certainly had the spirit, and it was refreshing to see it coming from such a cute form.

Was she herself ready to go? Mariah felt like she had a few good minutes of wrestling left in her. It had been a while since she’d really gotten down like this, and it was good to see she still had the energy to keep up.

”More than ready. Super ready.” Mariah backed away on her hands and knees, hips wiggling from side to side. She was ready to pounce, and the only thing keeping her back was a quick question to her wife. ”How’re we looking on the counts?”

Bubbles, who’d been busy eying the two of them and picturing all kinds of lewd, lurid fantasies, shot her eyes wide open at the question, then chewed her lip. ”Oh. Uh. Right.” She did a quick talley on her fingers, then nodded. ”Five, I think. For you both.”

”You think?” If Mariah’s inquisitive tone didn’t convey her skepticism, her raised eyebrow truly drove it home. ”You’re not sure?”

Her wife waved her hand, unsure of what to say, then shrugged. ”Pretty sure. Kind of sure. Like, 70%.”

Mariah narrowed her eyes and only got a playful innocent wink in return. Sighing, she brought her focus back to the young, incredibly attractive pinkette she was wrestling with. ”Good to go when you are.”

Haruka stepped back up, the relief washed down on her, and the afterglow has subsided finally. Rough as it was, Haruka wasn’t so worried about her being brought to orgasm so many times. Her stamina is boundless, and if she played her cards right, she could surprise Mariah, should this battle go the distance.

What she is more worried about is the count. Of course, the referee wasn’t the most reliable, but most of the score was generated by Haruka herself. And it only takes one pin for Mariah to take the lead and run with it. Mariah definitely has skills with her fingers. Wherever or not, she could use them to the fullest potential remains to be seen. Yet Haruka was inwardly excited to see that prospect. For someone to be Bubble’s wife and manager, she had to be sublime, not sloppy.

Mariah was ready to go, and so was the pinkette. Bubbles kinda is but have shown not keeping an accurate count, or at least one that she’s confident in. Haruka chuckled, letting out a sigh as she shook her head. “Let’s go with five then.” It’s close enough, at least. No harm, no foul.

“Okay!” The pinkette clapped her hands as she would start edging in closer to the blonde. Letting her feet slide on the canvas, taking things a bit slow. At least for the first few moments. Soon as she got into range, Haruka suddenly dashed towards her, her body ducking in low, seemingly attempting for the double-leg takedown again. Except she would suddenly raise herself higher, looking to wrap her arms and drive her shoulder into Mariah’s abs and hoist the manager up off her feet.

Had Bubbles gotten so wrapped up in her wife and Haruka’s sexy display that she’d forgotten what the actual rules were? Hell yes.

Was she going to admit that out loud? Hell no.

She’d been fairly transparent about her motives here, so that wasn’t any shame - she just wanted to get as close as possible to the scene, see as much of her these two bountiful beauties as possible. After the classic climax she had witnessed only a few moments ago, could she really be blamed.

...yes. Yes, she could. But she didn’t much care, especially now, as the two combatants - if you could really call them that - were heating back up for another round of sweaty fun. This time they were on their feet, with Mariah beginning to make a circle around her, looking for an opening. Before she could find one, though, the pinkette came rushing in low, scooped her up with ease, and picked her clean up off the floor, leaving her to flail around in her grasp, hair and arms and legs all whipping about.

[color=Grey]”Guah!”[/colo] She half-squealed, half-laughed. ”Putmedownputmedownputmedown!”

At least she can still pull this off.

Haruka wasn’t sure at first to go for it, considering Mariah would have known how to handle her by now. Haruka was definitely stronger and still had plenty in the tank. But that wouldn’t stop the manager from being clever. Smart enough to work around it all. Especially since she has Bubbles as her wife.

So if the pinkette was going to go for this, she had to be fast with it. And find a way to surprise her. Lo and behold, she just managed that. Heaving the taller woman on her shoulder, Haruka held her up as if she was nothing but a sack of potatoes. Seeing her long legs dangle and flail in the air, keeping a good grip on the blonde so that she doesn’t squirm free. Not with the strength Haruka has.

“Nope! Don’t think so!” Haruka giggled as she paraded the manager around the ring. “You’ve been a very naughty girl, by the way. Leaving me hanging there before.” The behemoth grinned as she bounced her eyebrows at Bubbles. “And you know what naughty girls get?” Before Mariah would even answer that, Haruka’s hand would come and spank her derriere. A playful slap, but one that still carried a sting to it. Not that she would stop at one, however. Over and over, Haruka would give the naughty manager’s butt a spanking before she would grope one of the buttcheeks for a good squeeze.