ground fighting +PIC

“Well done! Now for the ground fighting. Lisa, you’re right in the thick of it. Keep it relaxed and have fun – after all, we all want to see something.”

The lads gave me a friendly smile. Many of them were still wearing their red fan glasses. The atmosphere was relaxed and respectful.

I stood in the middle of the mat, wearing only my red, slightly loose-fitting bikini. The fabric felt comfortable, but I could already feel it brushing against my sensitive skin with every movement.

The first bout began.

A tall, muscular guy in his mid-twenties came over to me. He was polite and respectful.

“Ready, Lisa?”

“Yes,” I replied quietly.

We went to the ground. He grabbed me, and we rolled across the mat. His rough judogi rubbed against my nipples with every twist. The coarse fabric scratched slightly, but in a way that instantly electrified me. My nipples became rock-hard within seconds and pressed clearly through the thin red bikini.

I tried to control him, but he was stronger. Suddenly he was half on top of me. His heavy body pressed me down onto the mat. I could feel the warmth of his body, his hard muscles. In the struggle, my hand slipped and slid over his muscular chest. His skin was hot and smooth.

Then it happened: as he lay on top of me to pin me down, I could clearly feel a hard erection pressing against my thigh through his trousers. It was large and pulsing slightly.

I blushed bright red and tried to ignore it.

I stood up, my face burning. My bikini top had ridden up a bit. A nipple flashed briefly. One of the boys immediately said politely:

“Lisa, your top’s slipped a bit.”

I hurriedly pulled it back down.

“Thanks… oops.”

The second bout was even more intense. We rolled across the mat, entwined. One of the boy’s arms slipped and brushed against my breast. For a brief moment, his palm slid right over my hard nipple. The touch was like an electric shock. I gasped softly.

Later, as I tried to turn him over, my hand slipped and landed right in his crotch. I could clearly feel the hard bulge beneath the fabric. My fingers closed around it for a second before I let go in shock.

“Oh God… I’m sorry!” I whispered, feeling embarrassed.

“It’s fine, Lisa,” he replied politely, smiling.

During the third bout, I suddenly found myself flat on my back with a boy on top of me. His body pressed me down onto the mat. His rough judogi rubbed against my nipples with every movement. They grew even harder, almost painfully sensitive.

In the scuffle, my bikini bottoms slipped slightly to one side. The thin fabric pressed deeply between my labia. I felt the boy’s rough trousers brushing against my bare mound. The friction was intense. My clitoris was stimulated with every movement.

I gasped softly. The arousal was now so strong that I could barely think straight.

The boy noticed that my bottoms had slipped and said politely:

“Lisa, your knickers have slipped down a bit.”

I quickly reached down and pulled them back up. In doing so, I unintentionally spread my labia with my fingers.

By now, my face was bright red. I was incredibly embarrassed, but at the same time I felt a strong, forbidden arousal. So many boys around me, all polite, all strong, all watching me as I lay on the mat and kept losing control.

The boys remained polite and respectful.

“Sorry if I was too rough.” “Are you alright?”

I just nodded, my face glowing red.

By now, my face was bright red. I was incredibly embarrassed, but at the same time I felt a strong, forbidden arousal. So many boys around me, all polite, all strong, all watching me as I lay on the mat and kept losing control.

My nipples were rock-hard and sensitive. My pussy was throbbing and wet. Every touch, every rub of the rough fabric, every ‘accidental’ brush from the boys made me even hornier.

At the end of the session, the coach called time on the sparring.

“Right, that’s enough for today. You can’t fight properly in a bikini. You did brilliantly anyway, Lisa.”

I stood there, sweaty, flushed and totally aroused. My nipples were rock-hard and sensitive, my pussy was throbbing and wet. The constant touches, the friction of the rough fabric, the boys’ ‘accidental’ touches – all of it together had put me in a state where I could barely stand up straight.

The boys remained polite and applauded.

“Thanks, Lisa.”

“You really held your own.”

“It was really cool with you.”

I smiled sheepishly and discreetly adjusted my bikini.

I was completely exhausted.

And totally aroused.