Refresher Course

Mariah was finally managing to make it out of the blissful heaven Haruka had cast her in, getting enough wherewithal to once again form coherent thoughts. She was a breathless, heaving mess, stained in sweat and her own juices, filling the air with a wild, heady scent. If this were an actual match, it might’ve been an embarrassing sight - but here, with a friend and her wife, she was just happy to marinate in the moment. Really let it all sink in.

Good times. Good times.

For now, she was happy to sit back and enjoy the show, and what a show it was. She knew how strong Haruka was, had felt that power up close and gained a fair understanding of it, but seeing it on display like this was no less stunning. She could see her body surging with power, muscles threatening to pop out of her outfit, rippling under her skin. Her time with Bubbles had given her a deep and abiding respect for the feminine musculature, and she could say that the pinkette was a fine example of it, head to toe.

That wasn’t to say that Haruka was having an easy time of it, struggling to keep her balance. Thankfully, Bubbles was of a mind to cooperate as best as she could, given the circumstances.

”Easy, easy…” She cooed as her ride wobbled, and did her best to lean forward and act as a counterweight. It made for an awkward effort, but all things considered, it worked well - even with her pussy on fire, they were keeping the tower from falling. Even so, this couldn’t go on forever. Even a back like that could only do this for so long.

So it was a small mercy that Bubbles wouldn’t take long for a climax. She was in a constant state of horniness most of the time, and this match had brought her to the edge, anyway - if she hadn’t engaged, she would’ve had to find some relief in the bathroom soon, anyway. When Haruk redoubled her efforts and came with vigor, that was all it took to bring her to a swift end. She let out a loud, booming shriek as the climax tore through her, and she reached down to grib that pink hair hard and ram her hips forward, humping away with quick thrusts as she came.

Was this how Olympic weightlifters felt when keeping that weight held up over their heads like that?

Haruka would see those world record-beating lifts in her spare time, and she was blown away by the amount of strength and control they had. It wasn’t enough to simply clean and press the weight in your hands, but to keep it there for just a few seconds, was another thing entirely. Just one slip up, and it could all come crashing down; all the energy you put into it would be in vain. Haruka had seen the highs and the lows of those athletes, even meeting one of them in the gym. The behemoth grew to respect them and the time it takes to hone their bodies past their limits.

Mind you, a barbell filled with steel weights was much different to an actual person. At least with the barbell, there’s the comfort in knowing it wouldn’t shift its weight constantly.

Which makes this feat all the more spectacular. At this moment, Haruka felt like she was the female version of Atlas, having to carry the world on her shoulders. Though the Titan god who bore the sky aloft didn’t have to pleasure a grown woman also. It certainly was no easy task; Haruka had to endure like those Olympic weightlifters, her body starting to tremble. Her lips and tongue worked to bring Bubbles into a fever pitch; it was essential to get to the end as quickly as possible. It’s a test to see who would buckle first. Bubbles or Haruka. With how horny Bubbles was, the ending just had to be in sight. It just had to be. The pinkette held on more and more; her feminine yet powerful musculature was brought to bear for Mariah to witness. Haruka’s fingers dug deep as she steadied herself for one more push. Just a few seconds longer and then…

Boom.

The loud, booming shriek of sexual triumph was all it needed for Haruka to realise the climax was coming, even as the fluids gushed out, presenting her with the fruits of her labour. Sweet, tasty honey. As much as Haruka could enjoy reaping the harvest, there was another immediate problem coming her way. Soon as the trigger was pulled and Bubbles exploded, any sort of cooperation went out of the window. Haruka felt the roots of her hair being pulled, sending a scorching level of pain on her scalp. Which would have been worse on its own had the Virgin Killer not drove her hips forward deep onto Haruka’s face.

That had broken the equilibrium, and Haruka couldn’t keep herself steady. Especially as the juices began to near drown her. Usually, weightlifters and powerlifters alike would push the barbel away just to bail out of danger. And Haruka couldn’t bring herself to do the same thing with a human being. Instead, Haruka fell backwards, landing with a hard thud as Bubbles would land right on her face. Had that been a match, it would have been an embarrassing sight, to say the least.

Luckily for the pinkette, it wasn’t.

Was Bubbles phone still recording?

That was the question foremost on Mariah’s mind at the moment, and the answer was a resounding ‘yes’, though that didn’t mean much. As it turned out, over four-hundred pounds of sexy, bouncing weight was enough to dislodge the phone from the holdings she’d put it on. As such, it wasn’t recording anything more than floor when Mariah came over and picked it up, dusted it off, and put it back on track. Just in time, too, because she wanted to record this show for posterity. She wasn’t as gung-ho about this sort of thing as her wife, but certain things just had to be done.

Watching her lift Bubbles up would’ve been an impressive feat in any context, but seeing her do it while the woman was in the throes of passion bordered on the supernatural. Every moment, Mariah swore she would topple over, only to have her expectations defied time and time again.

But gravity wasn’t going to ignore them forever, no matter how hot they were. Sooner or later, this totem pole would have to topple, and it turned out to be sooner.

”Timber.”

Mariah had to do a quick leap to the side to avoid them falling down on her - as much as she wouldn't’ have minded being on the bottom of that sweaty, sensual pile, she didn’t want it to happen that way. The two of them crashed, Bubbles coming down right on top of her and immediately flopping away to her back with her arms and legs splayed wide, glazed eyes staring at the ceiling and a white river trickling from her legs.

Smiling, amused, aroused, Mariah stepped in between them with the phone, passing it over both their faces. ”Satisfied, ladies?”

No matter how much strength Haruka has in abundance, there would always be limits to her capabilities. Trying to hold up a six-foot, sex-crazed behemoth while said behemoth is thrashing about with reckless abandon is far beyond that.

The feat itself was a marvel to witness, and not once did Haruka think about the phone recording in the background. Not that Haruka could ever see the device in her vision, blocked mainly by Bubbles’ large form, and she had other things in her mind. Like not dropping the Virgin Killer so hard. It wasn’t a match, and Bubbles wasn’t even who she’s facing in the spar that devolved into a makeout session. The pinkette wasn’t so interested in videotaping every single encounter that she’s in either. She prefers to be in the moment of it all, making memories that last for a long time. It takes away the focus and spontaneity of the moment; she doesn’t need a camera recording her lovemaking sessions constantly. Not to say Bubbles seemed to be the type to share it with any other horny friend. She’s not like that, Haruka gathered.

But in the aftermath of both amazons collapsing to the floor, gasping for air, Haruka sighed at the sight of the phone passing over them. She wondered just how much space that smartphone still had left in storage, assuming expandable storage isn’t an option given to this particular device. At the very least, she was relieved not to carry that weight anymore, finally completing the task set before her. However, that was only one moment, and when Mariah came round to ask them wherever or not they were satisfied, there was only one way to answer that question.

Haruka huffed as she sat up, seeing the gargantuan legs beside her and the river of honey trickling down between. “Yeeeeah, that one may be spectacular, but I think she still got more left in her, wouldn’t you think?” She winked towards Mariah. The dam had broken once before, but that’s not to say Bubbles was a one and done. The pinkette knew all too well.

Instead, Haruka began to bring those tree trunk legs and fold Bubbles up, almost head over heels, butt sticking out towards the heavens and at the pinkette. Exposed, spread and vulnerable. Perfect for what was to come next. Haruka’s arm wrapped around Bubble’s hamstrings while the other would give a nice smack of those cheeks, adding in a good squeeze in, checking to see if Bubbles was still cognizant. "But she will be soon~." If that orgasm hasn’t destroyed her mind yet, the next ones after that certainly would.

Whatever it takes.

And her fingers would lead the charge this time, subbing in to get some action. Mariah would know just how skilful they were, and now it was Bubbles’s turn to experience them. Haruka’s fingers would slide in underneath the fabric, parting it just enough to gain full access. But rather than just easing Bubbles into the action as she did with Mariah, Haruka went straight into the frenzied fingering, invading the walls and starting off with fervour. Haruka had since known the kind of woman Bubbles is, and with her juices providing the lubrication, easing her into it was not needed. And this was only just the beginning…

”Oh, fuck…” Bubbles shivered and spasmed ever so often, still feeling a few aftershocks from the orgasm. Her body was coming down from the high, still trying to process the pleasure that had just run through it - in her experience, that was the trademark of a great orgasm. The one that lingers with you minutes, even hours after it had run its course. The one you could smell in the air, the one that had your toes curling for hours after it passed through. Bubbles hadn’t been rocked that well in a good long while, and her body was doing its best to make the experience last, like she was sipping up the last few drops in a can of soda.

For a moment, she was out of it, so wrapped up in bliss that she could barely register what was going on around her. She heard Mariah and Haruka talking and saw the phone passing by overhead, but her brain wasn’t in the business of registering coherent thoughts at the moment, so she didn’t get all of it. Something about being satisfied, it not being over yet, something like that. Bubbles had some vague recollection of there being a match they were supposed to be doing, a little sparring, but wouldn’t you know it, everything was so fuzzy…

Having her legs grasped did wonders to regain some of her focus. She went into a blinking fit as her lower body was lifted up, and she looked Haruka’s way, shocked into awe - they were going again? So soon? She opened her mouth to voice her opinion, only to release a yelp instead when her ass was smacked. Naughty, crazy, dirty woman…

”Oh, I know she does.” Mariah kneeled beside them and sat the camera down, propping it up on the built-in stand on the case. ”But just in case…”

Mariah slid over, propped up on her elbows, and leaned in to drop furtive kiss on her wife, suckling at her lips. It was a soft touch, gentle and wanting, a sharp contrast to the frenetic finger that was going on between Bubbles’ legs.

Sure enough, she began to react, her body bucking and twisting, heating up all over again. It was almost impossible to think her machine could start back up so soon, but Haruka was masterful - she could already feel the waves rolling in again, her body ramping up to another orgasm before the first had even finished its course. More juices were beginning to drip out, creating a growing puddle beneath them, as her sweat threatened to loosen up her lover’s grip.

Haruka doesn’t tire that quickly.

It’s been a fact that’s proven many times over, and even Sakura’s kisses didn’t get near to satiate Haruka’s almost never-ending lust. The amount of sex Haruka could achieve is a testament to that, proven from her time in an establishment specialising in sexual combat. Which meant that she could constantly deliver orgasms like the one Bubbles is experiencing much more often.

That’s not to say Haruka doesn’t know the meaning of pace and letting someone catch a breather. She’s versatile to match the pace of any woman and then some if it works to her benefit. But she figured Bubbles would want to swim in that bliss again and again and again. Haruka was going to rock her world and then some.

It’s the least she could do.

Mariah gave a kiss to her wife before Bubbles would start reacting to the frenetic fingering. Haruka couldn’t say that she had a speciality when it came to the method of sex. With so many weapons at your disposal, the pinkette couldn’t settle with having one weapon that she constantly uses over and another. That makes it predictable, and things get stale after a time, no matter how good one is with their mouth, breast, fingers, butt, thigh or foot. Variety is crucial, and Haruka’s experience supplemented that further. The way just one finger could target and prod so many points that could have a giant howl in pleasure. The way how Haruka could hold her steady in her grip, despite the thrashing and sweat threatening to make her slip away.

This is countless, vast amount of experience hitting Bubbles like a locomotive, and Haruka could feel every single pang of pleasure coming from her pussy. Haruka knows she’s close to the end, not that Bubbles has ever finished the course of the first one and is forced into another journey so soon.

If Bubbles thought that what she had before was absolute bliss, then Haruka was going to open her eyes to an experience like no other.

Some called Bubbles a sex fiend, and while she’d never debate the claim, it wasn’t a word she would ever use to describe herself. She much preferred the term ‘sensual connoisseur’, and not just because all the S’s made it sound sexier.

If all she wanted was sex, she could get it a hundred times a day. Since she’d joined the AFW, she’d acquired a long list of willing women who’d happily come to her apartment anytime she asked. Fans, fellow wrestlers, curious people on Twitter. There were even small forums out there with parts dedicated to fantasizing about her, frequent fantasies about a night with the Virgin Killer.

But that wasn’t what she wanted, not really. While Bubbles wanted sex, what she craved was a new experience, something different, something push her boundaries. Haruka, the wonder that she was, could provide that.

It was taking supreme effort for her to not meltdown, having to bite her lip to keep the more undignified shrieks controlled. It wasn’t simply that Haruka was good, but she found a way to tease without giving denial, to keep Bubbles wanting even as she got what she wanted. With the way her finger moved, there was no getting used to the rhythm, no adapting. She couldn’t have resisted for long if she wanted to, and she truly did not want to.

”Oh, fuck.” She panted hard, bucked, arched her back and let out a long, hoarse cry as another orgasm ripped its way through her system, electrifying her. With the lingering tremors of the previous one still working their way through her system, all the pleasure stacked and hit her all at once, leaving her a shivering, sweaty mess underneath Haruka. Eyes rolling to the back of her head, tongue hanging out, the whole deal.

Finally, finally, finally spent, she laid beneath the pinkette and breathed slow, no movement save her rising chest and the slow opening and closing of her eyes. Mariah reached over and gave her a tap on the forehead, but got no response. ”Hm. I think you broke my wife.”

A person like Haruka could understand how it feels to have such pleasure rapidly hitting you with almost no effort whatsoever. Admittedly, Haruka’s considered herself to be a gigantic box of short fuses. She may have plenty to last but found herself going through said box very often, like someone going through a meal meant for multiple people. Never a slow eater in that regard. While it would have translated to not being able to enjoy the journey, reaching those constant highs made up for such a drawback. It would have been devastating to only enjoy the trip once they tire, but Haruka never had to fear that.

Perhaps that is what Bubbles is feeling right now, having been the closest to what Haruka repeatedly experiences constantly. Credit where it deserves, Bubbles had more willpower than most women Haruka has brought to a mewling mess. Holding back the shrieks seemed like it took more effort than the deadlift she did before. Many would have been broken 5 seconds after it had started, and yet here was the Virgin Killer drinking it all in. Of course, she was still gonna be a mewling mess; all the same, that part is inevitable. The image of a softer, squishier, voluptuous Haruka doing this is less terrifying than the musclebound, herculean, brawny version Bubbles is getting right now.

Haruka’s fingers pumped with vigorous fervour; her technique was potent that the end was imminent. The pinkette felt Bubbles’ body reaching its breaking point, tensing all that energy into something compact, like a star about to implode. Eventually, all the tension snapped, and her body quaked like no other. Even as the honey gushed out like a faulty garden hose, Haruka’s fingers kept pumping at her sex. An orgasm of this magnitude was too good not to be prolonged. Haruka breathed in and out deeply, holding the frantic pace until the burst finally ended. Although Haruka had started out immediately with breakneck speed, she didn’t pump the brakes hard. Instead, the pinkette let her movement gradually slow down to a halt. There was no need to go any further or be so harsh. Especially as Bubbles appeared to be wrecked physically, emotionally and spiritually.

“Huh. Not gonna lie, I thought she had more in her.” The pinkette let her legs down carefully, and when Mariah quipped that she broke her wife, Haruka let out a nervous chuckle. “Guess I went a bit too hard there, ehe.”

God, Bubbles loved sex.

It seemed like the most obvious thing to anyone who had watched her for more than two minutes, but that was just on the surface. People looked at her and saw this big, horny musclewoman...and yeah, that wasn’t the wrong impression, but it wasn’t quite complete, either. Bubbles could hook up with women every night if she wanted to, had no shortage of willing partners to help warm her bed. What she wanted more than anything, though, were the new experiences. The unique women. The ones who gave her pleasure she’d never dreamed of before. Even with all her conquests, there was still so much to explore, to savor. The AFW had opened up a universe of possibilities, and she wanted to explore them all while her body had the energy.

And that was why she laid in utter bliss in the aftermath of Haruka’s attention. Not just anyone could do that. Not just anyone could drive her so wild, with such ease. It was a cherished talent, and she was happy to find herself on the receiving end.

”Not broke. Not broke yet.” She held her hand high and gave the thumbs up, as the goofiest grin slid across her face. [/color=#009933]”I’m good, baby girl, just taking a minute to reset. Gave me the vapors.”[/color]

Bubbles hurriedly fanned her face, cooling off the hot beads of sweat. She’d been worked off by some of the best, but few of them could compete with such talented fingers. Haruka had a real gift.

But, even in all the craziness, Bubbles hadn’t forgotten how this all started. Not completely, anyway. ”Sooooooooo.” She tapped her chin. ”Got a little sex-amnesia. We were in the middle of something, right?”

Haruka was talented, that certainly cannot be denied. Knowing just how to bring people into an earth-shattering, sexual rapture is the kind of thing she specialises in. It's her bread and butter after all. And the jam, and the peanut butter, and the plate to eat off. She's that talented.

Yet despite all of this, Haruka hoped Bubbles could last more. With all the stories she heard from the Virgin Killer, she expected impressive levels of sexual stamina. That she could take it all and still deliver. To see Bianca quivering after just two was... interesting. The pink behemoth didn't intend to break her like that, just give her something special to tide her over. But even that was mind-blowing for the sexual juggernaut. Was all of her experiences that lacking?

Perhaps she could ask that as Bubbles signaled that she's fine. "Ah! There you go! Knew I didn't go that hard." That statement can be terrifying by itself, especially to a woman like Bubbles. That slight admission that Haruka only just scratched the surface in terms of her talent. Still, she's definitely not broken, but definitely close. Haruka let Bubbles legs down and giggled while Bianca fanned herself down, still coming down from that high. It would be a long way down, and lucky for her, that wasn't a match. Her soul would have reached another galaxy.

"Take your time, I hope that will suffice for the time being." The pinkette gave a warm smile, putting waitresses to shame with her service. Knowing Bubbles, she would demand more after that and Haruka is always kind to deliver. Her smile turned into a surprised look as Bubbles just pointed out something. What were they doing again? "Oh! Well, I got carried away after you wanted a fill. Hmmm...I picked you up...that was a bit tough...then... Oooooh wait, Mariah!?" Only then did she remember about the wife. But when she looked up, she wasn't next to Bubbles. Not within her peripheral vision.

"Wait, where did she go?"