The Japanese are Coming – 3 – the remaining matches
by Aristocatch

Even as the big-breasted Japanese wrestler and I were in each others arms, recovering from our orgastic explosion, normal service was being resumed elsewhere in the hall and the next two fighters were getting ready.

Our German team member fairly clinically dominated her somewhat smaller Japanese adversary and duly gave us a two-one lead. I wasn't sure that she had really complied with the idea that both parties should be touched-up on camera to start with, but it didn't seem to worry her and I was far too out of it to interfere in any way.

It was now two wins to one for the European team with two fights to come.

The fourth fight featured the other English girl, blond and poney-tailed, against a shorter also poney-tailed Japanese who, once divested of her garments, proved to have a reasonable-sized chest. They opted for as little fighting as possible, apparently thinking that their sexual skills alone could bring the other to orgasm first. It was quite a fun fight to watch, but the Japanese continued to suggest that they were more sexpert than the Europeans. And so it was two all.

The determining fight was between the other Japanese lady for whom 'willowy' was an appropriate adjective and the second French lady, who was also quite slim. Neither wanted to lose their clothes too quickly, and they pulled hard on each others clothing while standing, holding onto their own garments whenever they could. The unfortunate consequence was that the Japanese lady went over on her ankle and had to abandon the fight, which was declared a no result.

The question then became should the contest be declared a draw or, if not, what course of action should be followed. The Japanese victor of the fourth fight was not prepared to fight again against the second French lady, given that she had been extensively stimulated before winning and the French girl hadn't even started. It was hard not to agree with her viewpoint.

I don't know who came up with it , but the idea of a sort of battle royale soon found many takers. The only person not interested was the German girl which, in a way, was a good thing because that made it four Japanese and four Europeans. It is amazing what can be organised by people who barely speak each others languages. Various sex toys had been provided by the organisers for the 'pleasuring' of the losers of each fight. Most had not actually been used, but the idea came up that each member of each team would choose a toy and then they would start against the member of the other team who had chosen the same toy. After that it sounded like it was every woman for herself.

I chose a black strap-on, and was not unhappy to find that the Japanese who had chosen the matching strap-on was the girl who had won the fourth fight, shorter than me, but with a reasonable-sized chest. Using mostly sign language, we somehow hit upon the idea that we should wrestle for submissions, at which point the strap-on could be used, and that we would have a bit of a catfight – I quite clearly understood that what she had intentions of doing to my chest had nothing to do with sexual caressing! A bit of head shaking added the idea that breasts could be targeted, but not the area between our legs.

This suited me just find. It was fun doing the sexual fighting thing, but it was always good to get back to a bit of more genuine fighting and I suspected that this wouldn't be too rough.

After a couple of minutes wrestling it was clear that on a pure wrestling level I was superior, but that she had an uncanny knack to be able to bend her arm seemingly at any angle and always managed to find my breasts. Her squeezes were not vicious, but they were constant, and they led me to making a tactical mistake. Somehow I left myself open and before I could react she had both of my breasts in her hands while I could not reach hers. She dug her fingers into my nipples and made it very clear that she was expecting a submission, which would avoid her hurting me too much. In the context of our combat I duly submitted and she quickly prepared my pussy to receive her dildo.

She fucked me for maybe a couple of minutes, and then withdrew, inviting me to continue with our fight.

This time I wasn't about to make the same mistake twice and my wrestling became more defensive though, even then, she still kept managing to find my breasts. I was glad we were not having a real fight that allowed attacking each other's pussies. She was so adept at manouvring her hands that even when seemingly immobilised she still kept managing to find her target. There was no way I was going to submit twice and I eventually got her held tight with me behind her, with my breasts tight against her back. Even she couldn't reach them now, but I could reach hers, and I gently elongated her nipples – giving them a good pinch once I'd got them longer than their normal size.

She didn't waste time submitting, and I acquainted her insides with my strap-on.

I was in two minds about suggesting that we determine things with an anything-goes finale, knowing that, even if I won, it could be painful, when the decision was taken away from me. As soon as I withdrew the strap-on from her pussy, someone else latched on to my tits. I instinctively pushed backwards and even though the person fell onto her back with her hands still over my breasts, my body landing on hers forced her to loosen her hold and allowed me to roll over, so that we were face to face.

It was the only Japanese wrestler that I hadn't encountered so far. I forced her arms above her head and, using my weight to keep her in place, slid down her body a little so that my strap-on was pushing up against her pussy. She was more than open enough for me to have penetrated her, but I didn't, merely rubbing my rubber extension against her most intimate parts.

I thought I would be able to take my time and having seen how easily she had been beaten by my German teammate, it seemed logical that I would be able to play with her a bit, before pushing the strap-on further in.

Having several girls fighting at once makes planning impossible however and before I could execute my plans my hair was pulled as someone roughly obliged me to get to my feet. It was the girl against whom I'd had the bonus match. She pulled me up until we were facing each other and then she took hold of both of my breasts in her hands. I instantly did likewise. She was squeezing my breasts in more of a playful manner than a violent one, so I decided to follow suit. We both dropped one hand down our bodies and took hold of the other's pussy lips, pulling them in a manner that did not cause much discomfort.

All of that lasted barely a minute before she leant forward, kissed me on the lips and then pointed to the French girl, whose fight had been interupted and who had therefore not had the full sexual experience that everyone else had had. My Japanese bonus partner pointed to me to lay down on my back, with my strap-on pointing upwards. She then pulled the French girl over and sat her down on my strap-on. The French girl quickly got the idea and began boucing up and down on the strap-on, as her breasts were fully stimulated from behind by the Japanese.

This marked a change in the programme as we were now no longer combatting on ethnic grounds.
I'm not sure that the French girl was giving this any thought. Her face showed deep concentration, as she sought to impale herself ever further. Other girls had stopped what they were doing and she now had the Japanese girl and the other French girl working on her breasts, while the Japanese with the other strap-on was using her so deft fingers on her clitoris. With that amount of concentration it didn't take long before she obtained the release she was after.