Claire: The Battle for My Cherry

We circle each other slowly. My heart pounds with a wild mix of fear and excitement. My one advantage against the taller and stronger Indian is takedowns. I shoot in low and hard, taking Ramya down to the mat. She grunts as she lands dangerously close to the big black dildo I should have moved.

I spend two minutes in her guard, trying to get around her long legs. We're both breathing hard and starting to sweat. I try to pull off her top to put her tits in play. That's a mistake. She wraps up my arm and almost hits an arm bar to end the fight before sweeping to get on top.

"You got greedy. It's going to cost you," she teases.

Our gap in skill shows as we tire. Ramya takes full mount and settles her weight heavy on my chest and stomach. For the next several minutes she wears me down mercilessly. She switches between armbar attempts, **** threats, and just crushing me, making it hard to breathe. Every time I try to escape, she adjusts and smothers me again. I’m tiring much faster than her.

I finally manage to turn to my stomach and fight my way to my hands and knees. She lets me get there, knowing it exposes my back.

This is it, I think as she hold me from behind, panic rising. She’s going to **** me out. I’m done. My breasts suddenly sway free as she unties my bikini. A little humiliation for me before she finishes me. Who cares at this point? I'll be naked soon enough anyway when she earns the right to fuck me.

But instead of sinking in a ****, Ramya hooks one of my legs and rolls skillfully to her back gripping my other thigh, forcing me into a brutal banana split. My thighs are pulled painfully wide. I’m not that flexible, so I fight hard to keep my legs from spreading too far and having to tap out or shred my groin muscles.

Ramya chuckles as I wiggle and fail to escape. With my leg trapped between her head and arm, she frees one hand, unties my bikini bottom, and yanks it completely off. Now I’m fully naked, my pussy spread wide open.

"Shit," I moan.

She reaches for my crotch. I need my hands to resist the leg stretch, so I have to leave my pussy unprotected.

Her finger slips inside.

“You bitch,” I scoff.

"Shh," she coos as the finger flows in and out. "You're wet for me. What a pleasant surprise."

I feel more pressure at my opening, then fullness and a stretch.

“One finger rule!” I protest. "Not cool."

"Whatever, you've had two. It would take three to deflower that big pussy."

I wiggle, but quickly freeze as I feel her knuckles stretch my walls. "Shit. I'll pop if I squirm. Well-played."

Ramya chuckles. "Just enjoy it. I know it feels good. When you're ready, just tap out and I'll strap on that big black cock and break you in properly."

I scoff, but I have to admit, she's right. The fingers feel really good. I love being deliciously submissive, and part of me looks forward to tapping out and letting her claim me.

Her grip on my legs and the tension in my groin slackens as she talks. I reach back with one hand, untie her bikini top as I explode my left leg free, bumping her face as it slides by. Her fingers slide out of my pussy, and I roll out of her grip and take her top with me, ending up on top of a surprised Ramya.

Her large, pendulous breasts spill out and jiggle on her chest before sliding apart.

“There’s those saggers I love,” I tease with a grin, grabbing one and playfully flinging it side to side

Ramya scoffs and tries to bump me off, but I tweak one of her big nipples, causing her to yelp and abandon the effort. I hook her bikini bottom with both hands and yank it down to her knees as I slide off her and stand.

My chest heaves as I catch my breath, but it can't stop me from busting out in laughter as Ramya scrambles to pull up her bottom, sees me staring, and gives up and slides it off.

"Oh my God, what's up with the granny bush?!" I say.

She rolls her eyes, cheeks flushed. "Whatever. I'm old-school."

"As much action as that pussy gets, I expected some grooming," I say, genuinely surprised. This doesn’t match the experienced mentor image she’s always projected.

"Let's finish this," she says.

We grapple for the takedown again. Ramya's flopping breasts provide me with loads of entertainment and prevent her from focusing. Finally she softens her stance, and I shoot in. But she uses my momentum against me with a slick judo throw and rolls on top of me, my arm already in a kimura lock. She steps over my head, puts her crotch right above my face and starts to torque my arm.

I clasp my hands together to buy a few seconds. I see her neat little crease through the thick bush. "Ugh. You have a perfect little innie pussy. I'm jealous."

"Have a closer look, bitch," she growls and mashes her pussy against my face.

I focus on defending my arm as her silky pubic hair fills my face and her rich, musky scent overwhelms me. Slickness from her wet slit paints my nose and lips.

“Tap already, you little brat,” she growls.

I wheeze for breath with her hairy pussy pressed over my mouth and her sweaty butthole on my nose. In a haze of panic and arousal, I dart my tongue out and push against flesh damp with salty sweat and her arousal, seeking out her hole. Ramya lets out a sharp, surprised moan and grinds down harder for a second before pulling back slightly.

Oh my God… I just licked her.

The thought hits me hard. We’re not even lesbians, and here I am with my tongue on my mentor’s pussy.

She laughs breathlessly, but her voice sounds a little shaky. “You dirty little—”

The distraction works. Her grip loosens just enough for me to free my arm and turn to my stomach, wrap up her body, and **** her to her back, and now I'm on top. A surge of adrenaline kicks in. I love being submissive, but I can let Ramya deflower me any time. This is my only chance to fuck her.

I hop over one leg into side control, at a 90-degree angle to her. For the first time, I am in a dominant position, and since there are no points, I'm now winning.

“Looks like I’m not bleeding for you tonight,” I tease.

I seal my sweaty chest to hers. My large, perkier breasts mash to the side but still allow for some pillowy cushion. Her sagging breasts, bigger, push to the side of her torso, and I feel her heart racing against mine.

I push my hand between her legs, and she clamps her thighs together to guard her pussy. She tries to bridge with her strong legs to lift her hips so she can get out from under me. But it's difficult when she has to keep her thighs clenched together to stop the fingering.

I laugh at her predicament. she reaches down but can't stop my hand. Finally, she bridges hard, her legs parting just a little with the effort. It almost works, but she's too tired. I land back on her chest, and my palm slides between her legs. My middle finger traces down, wiggling and feeling around for the wet spot. I grab her breast on the far side and squeeze to distract her. She curses, and my finger slips inside her wet cunt.

She gasps and freezes.

“Damn, girl, you're tight as fuck,” I laugh breathlessly, “you must kegel like crazy for that Indian groom you haven’t even met yet.”

“You have no idea,” she breathes, clamping down hard around my finger. “Get… out of me.”

"Nope. Tit for tat, here comes two," I say.

But I have to slide my palm back and the finger out a little to wedge in another digit. That's enough for Ramya to finally clamp her thighs together and block me.

"Fine," I say and slide a leg over her to go to mount. I try to work her arm over her head so I can go for an arm triangle ****. Ramya bucks her hips, trying to bump me off. I reach behind me to threaten her pussy again, and she immediately extends her legs and closes them to block.

Ramya is sacrificing escape attempts to protect her sticky twat from harmless fingers. That's weird.

Clothed, she is easily the superior grappler. But when her giant saggers are chaotically flopping and she has to protect her bare pussy, the edge flips to me.

I use it to my advantage, alternating from trying to finger her to going for submissions, and Ramya makes a fatal mistake. She shows me her back for a second, and I wrap her up in a body triangle. My strong legs crush her abdomen as I sink in a **** from behind. Ramya spends all her remaining energy fighting it, but she's already lost. Seconds before going ****, she taps out.

I release the **** right away and roll off her.

We both collapse onto our backs side by side on the mat, chests heaving as we gasp for air. Neither of us speaks. The only sound is our heavy, ragged breathing under the colored lights. The giant black dildo lies ready between us.