The Basement Bash - Blossom Fields vs. Nakamoto Chiharu

This was torture.

Blossom felt like she was losing her mind - she wanted to hold it in, wanted to hold it back, but her mind was losing the war with her body on this - it was inevitable, that was obvious. Just get it over with, give it to her, save the time.

"Just..." She thrust up, practically humping Chiharu's finger, arching her back to a perfect angle. "Just do it!" She reached up, running her fingers along Chiharu's body, wanting to touch as much of it as possible, feeling the slick skin, the supple flesh, like every inch of her body was designed to do what she was doing - like she was some kind of living machine, a sexual Terminator that absolutely would not stop. Ever.

The change in Blossomâ€s body language was remarkable. It felt as if, all at once, the American girl had gone from resisting with all her might to complete surrender to her passions, as the hands that had been attempting to push Chiharu off were now caressing the Japanese nymphomaniacâ€s smooth, tan flesh. Chiharuâ€s lips curled into a predatory smile as Blossom seemed to give in completely.

“Well, if you insist,” the bikini-clad beauty purred. She would deftly unzip her opponentâ€s shorts and pull them down, intent on revealing the small Americanâ€s sex. Once she could do that, Chiharu would not leave her opponent waiting for very long. She was persistent, but she wasnâ€t cruel. She would plunge the vibrator into Blossomâ€s pussy and turn it up a notch, wiggling it around inside of the small girl in an effort to give her a delightful orgasm.

Many, many years from now, after Blossom's married and had children and even grandchildren, she'll tell them about her glory days as a wrestler. All the fights she had. All the friends she made. The ups. The downs. The experiences. They'll listen, with rapt attention and wide eyes, about all the amazing adventures their grandmother had, how she put life and limb on the line time and again, like a living legend.

But she'll leave this part out. At least until they're 21.

It didn't take much coaxing at all to push Blossom over the edge; she came within a few seconds, bursting like a firehouse as her body deflated from the exhaustion, looking off to the side as she devolved into a quivering mess. Her first time coming? No. But it felt like it.

"That...was..."

It did not take very long after turning the vibrator up for Blossom to reach her climax. Chiharu chuckled and kept the vibrator in place, allowing the American girl to ride out her orgasm on the buzzing plastic phallus. “There you go, Blossom-chan,” Chiharu said, a little bit teasingly and a little bit encouragingly. She wondered how many times the smaller girl had cum before. The way she reacted—the way she spasmed as her juices coated the vibrator and Chiharuâ€s hand—the Japanese beauty could not imagine she was very experienced at all.

Chiharu would give her opponent a few seconds to rest, turning the vibrator off and removing it from Blossomâ€s dripping sex. She sat back and looked over the American. “That was…good? Amazing? Incredible?” she ventured, filling in the last word of Blossomâ€s sentence, wondering if any of those were what the smaller girl was intending to say.

Blossom's blush was on full display - partly embarrassed, partly aroused, partly just natural heat. Chiharu had taken her down like a pro - once she got on top, there was just no contest. It wasn't even like bringing a knife to a gunfight - this was like going to a gunfight with boxing gloves. No chance in hell.

Awesome? Incredible? "...ebullient." Spelling Bee champ of her middle school, and awful proud of it. She couldn't let an experience like that go off with such mundane words - no, for this, she had to bust out the tenth grade level. Her body shivered, jolting with an aftershock, then settling back down as she looked Chiharu's way. "...I don't stand a chance, do I?"

Chiharu licked the tip of the vibrator lustily, enjoying the taste of Blossomâ€s pussy as the American girl recovered from the first of what would surely be many orgasms. She surveyed the smaller wrestler as the girl trembled, then seemed to settle down. The Japanese beauty would smile and shrug as her opponent picked out the word she wanted to end that thought with. Ebullient. “I have no idea what that means,” Chiharu said as she shrugged. Her English was good, but she had never even heard of the word ebullient. “I hope that itâ€s positive, Blossom-chan. I am working very, very hard to make you feel good…!”

When Blossom asked whether she had a chance, Chiharu paused, biting her lip as she thought about how to respond to that. “Obviously, I donâ€t intend to let you win, Blossom-chan. But you keep trying…win or lose, I hope you have a great time tonight…” She reached out and patted the shorter girlâ€s head.

Huh. She licked the vibrator...Blossom really had no idea to respond to that. Didn't seem very hygienic. She wanted to say 'you don't know where that's been', but Chiharu clearly had a very good idea where that thing had been. Did it even taste good? What would it even taste like? Did she really want to know?

She shivered again at Chiharu's touch and sprang back up, dusting herself off and looking past Chiharu to the drawer - she had an idea that might work, but she would have to get over there, unmolested - Chiharu knew what to expect from her now; taking her head on might not the best of ideas.

Blossom dashed forward without another word, looking like she was going to run straight into Chiharu, just like last time - this time she dodged to the right at the last second and bolted for the drawer, trying to fish out the handcuffs.

Chiharu noticed that Blossom looked at her strangely when she licked the vibrator. The tan Japanese beauty paused, smiled, and then opened her mouth a little wider, sticking the first inch or two of the toy into her mouth and slurping on it until it had been cleaned of Blossomâ€s juices. After setting the vibrator down, Chiharu would go to pat Blossom on the head reassuringly, and was surprised when the American suddenly leaped to her feet. The girl recovered pretty quickly after her first orgasm. That sort of stamina from such a small girl was actually very impressive to Chiharu.

“Where do you think youâ€re going?” Chiharu asked predatorily. The bikini-clad beauty rose to her feet as well, but slowly. As she reached her full height, she would put her hands out in front of her, ready to capture Blossom and make the American cum again. And Blossom charged forward, just like before. Chiharu planted her feet firmly on the floor and prepared to catch the girl and restrain her, but Blossom unexpectedly cut to the right, evading Chiharu on her way to the toy cabinet. Chiharu turned quickly on her heels and chased after Blossom. “Oh, you come back here, Blossom-chan…I want to play with my pretty little American doll some more…”

Third drawer, she said they were in the third drawer with the other bondage stuff - couldn't do anything with the paddle, not with the ball gag, either, but what she needed had to be in here somewhere, she just had to-"

"Got it!"

She pulled out the handcuffs - just what she needed. If she had a chance, any chance at all, it lied with immobolizing Chiharu, at least getting those devilish hands of hers restrained, and these cuffs were the best way to do. Assuming Chiharu didn't know someway to disable them. In which case, Blossom was in deep trouble.

She heard Chiharu coming at her from behind and quickly clamored up on top of the shelf, just trying to put more and more space between them while she actually figured out a plan.

Chiharu noted which drawer Blossom was going for. The third drawer. Bondage equipment. The Japanese beauty wondered what her opponent was looking for as she charged at her, trying to bring her down to the floor once again. While charging straight ahead was not necessarily the ideal course of action, hesitation would be even worse.

“Yah!” the Japanese beauty hollered, as she made a grab for her smaller American opponent. Blossom managed to evade her, however, and hopped up on top of the cabinet, surprising Chiharu. “Whoa!” she exclaimed, skidding to a stop. “Youâ€ll hurt yourself up there, you know! Why donâ€t you get down? No matter what, you wonâ€t be escaping from me…” Chiharu would stay a foot or two away from the shelf, but no further. She was unwilling to grab at Blossom while the girl was that high up for fear of causing an accident, but, as soon as the American got down, Chiharu was going to strike, and strike hard…