L.A.W. - League of Anime Wrestling

Had Alix heard that right? Did Dizzy just request...

Yes! Yes, she did!

The song filled the 90's kid with nostalgic delight when it she heard it through the phone's speakers.

"Dizzy! You are officially the coolest nineteen year old ever!"

She was grooving along to it the best she could underneath her guest, snapping her fingers in tune with the beat until Dizzy's hands started gliding through her cascade of curls and her lips went after her ear, with her tongue right behind it.

Better, indeed.

Alix reached up to grab her. Gently, behind the neck with one hand and by the small of her back with the other. With a playful grin on her face, she would roll the two of them over until she was the one on top. With that accomplished, she would move the hand that was on Dizzy's back to the back of her knee, pulling that soft leg forward and to her side. Wordlessly, but clearly inviting her to wrap both it and the other around her waist.

Sure, that would be giving Dizzy the closed guard, but the experienced competitor had a few good tricks up her sleeve for that.

The hand Alix had at the back of her neck would move to grab a handful of hair and give it a tender pull so she'd be free to set her lips on a slow path along her collarbones. From one side to the other, before kissing her way back to the middle, where her tongue would take its place and run its way up. Up her neck and all the way to the edge of her chin.

She would cradle Dizzy's head in her hand, guiding it back in her direction so they could make eye contact.

"We were just about to get this sparring session started. You wanna ring the bell?"

She hoped that the little Italian would get the reference.

Once again, Dizzy found herself in the tough position of trying to stay in sexy mode and resisting the urge to smile like a dopey idiot when Allie complimented her. She’d hoped their musical tastes would align, and she was glad to see that she’d been close to the mark. So far, every effort to impress this woman had gone off with a hitch, and it was a trend she was happy to continue.

Dizzy had a surprised - but not unpleased - squeak as she was flipped over and Allie went on top. More often than not, Dizzy liked to have her lovers on the bottom when it came to regular sex, and she figured would go double with sexfighting - just by nature of her size, it was often more comfortable. Granted, there were cases where being uncomfortable was sort of the point, like with a certain Latin hottie who lived rent-free in the back of her head, but this wasn’t one of them.

In a normal match, mother would’ve called this losing her advantage. Here, Dizzy didn’t see it as to big of a problem.

Granted, if her mother had been here, she would be having a heart attack. Best to keep those kinds of thoughts on the backburner, for now.

With Allie working her magic all along the collar bones, Dizzy arched her back and pushed into it, happy to take in every sensation. Breathless, she found enough wherewithal to catch up on the reference and respond accordingly, though she wouldn’t dream of ruining the moment with her abysmal Stallone impression.

”Ding-ding.” With Allie’s back fully exposed, Dizzy’s hands slid down her sides and made their way to her ass, gripping it with teasing fingers. Andiamo, belleza nera.”

An old soul, eh?

Alix quickly reached behind her to seize those wandering hands. "Pas si vite, ma belle!", she would playfully admonish as she restrained her, pinning her down on the bed by the wrists. "As tempting as the idea is, I would be a very poor host if I laid back and let you do all the work."

And speaking of work and ideas...

Alix leaned forward, making it appear as though she were about to dive right in for some more kissing. But in reality, she was just getting the springs in the bed primed for the quick 180 whirl she was aiming to perform in her mount. It would be a smooth show of agility that would have her landing on all fours, facing Dizzy's legs and with her own spread to both avoid hurting her and provide her with a delectable view of her derriere and crotch. While sliding a little ways down her midsection so the extension wouldn't be an uncomfortable one as she lifted it, she took hold of one and admired its smoothness and the subtle toning from her workouts, starting her tongue right below the knee and sliding it along to the foot.

And speaking of that...

"You have some really pretty feet yourself." It would be here that she would show off the fruits of her labor in the massage lessons she'd taken on shortly after getting started in sexfighting. She'd figured it would come in handy, and was now hoping that this would be yet another time it did as she returned the favor that had been done for her and worked the muscles in her partner's tiny feet.

Ooh, French. Dizzy had a shiver at the sound of it coming from Allie’s lips. She’d only been to France once, tagging along for a big match her mom had in Paris, and she’d always wanted to return to the City of Love, wanting to sample the whole scene there. This was a decent substitute in the meantime, though, and she showed her approval with a contented sigh, as her host went to work.

She was keen to show that approval, too, and was ready when Allie came in for a kiss - or, at least, what she thought was a kiss, until the woman spun about and left Dizzy face-to-ass, looking at the butt of her dreams.

At first she giggled, loving the little mood switch, but those giggles gave ways to moans as the porn starlet’s tongue went to work on her skin. As good as that felt, though, it was nothing compared to what Allie’s hands were capable of. Those went to Dizzy’s feet and worked their magic, sending electric sensations through her skin. The pains from her workout still lingered, left them sensitive, and made every touch she took feel like electricity through the skin. Wonderful stuff.

But she couldn't just sit back and not give it an answer, right? They were sexfighting, which meant she kind of sort of needed to engage here, though the idea of just letting Allie have her way wasn’t unpleasant.

Dizzy let her host go at it for a few more seconds, before she mustered some wherewithal and reached over to run her hands around the voluptuous beauty’s side, letting her hands slide back to the ass she’d been trying to grope a moment ago. She made up for lost time, starting a slow rub along Allie’s hips, pressing into her sides. She wanted to do more, but the position made it a little difficult - maybe that was the point?

"That's it, Dizzy. You just relax and let me work these kinks out for you." After saying that, Alix would gently set Dizzy's leg down and reach for the other, this time kissing instead of licking her way to the foot. While the Italian played with her hips and backside, she would occasionally moan her approval into her leg. A not entirely planned move that was also very much intentional. Something that began as a genuine reaction that she would use for effect; using the vibrations from the sound to get those little shockwaves spreading through her body. And with the sensual way that Dizzy preferred touch her in consideration, Alix felt confident that they would.

The foot would receive some TLC of its own when she finally reached it. But it would be precisely because Dizzy snapped out of her reverie that it wouldn't be given as much time. Those groping hands had given her an idea for her next course of action: Scooting her way back up over Dizzy's body, settling down when her glorious ass was hovering almost right over her face, then flexing the muscles within to induce some inviting bounce while she leaned forward with the intention of putting her skilled hands to work on the legs that were still within reach.

Dizzy had some mixed feelings about her current position. Granted, she didn’t hate any of it, but there were ways it could be better - much better - for the both of them. Having Allie on any part of her body felt divine, but more than anything, she wanted her in tasting range. She’d always loved getting her mouth more involved than her hands - tasting, licking, kissing, sucking. Something about it was just more primal than anything you could do with your hands, and she liked to think it was her specialty.

So she was pleased - over the moon, really - when Allie slid back and brought her world-class ass right over her face. Smooth, clean, inviting. Being only human, Dizzy had to lift up and press her lips to it, even give it a few teasing nibbles to test out the flesh. But she didn’t forget the main reason she’d come here, however.

”Mmm. You are delicious, Allie.” She ran tongue along the side of Allie’s ass and brought her curious hands around her thighs, pulling her in even closer. Since her host seemed to want to get close to her legs, she curled up and gave her easier access.

”So, this is supposed to be a learning experience, right? How am I doing so far?”

Alix knew that she was being pulled closer to danger, but figuring that Dizzy wasn't about to dive right in, she let it happen anyway, giggling at her compliment. "Thank you, Dizzy." She would ignore the sweet petite's legs for now and focus on what she's assessed thus far, deliberately remaining seated in an over-the-shoulder pose that showed off the TnA. A quick test she came up with right then and there.

"I'd definitely say you have potential. You were doing two very important things from the start:" She held up two fingers to punctuate the statement. "You made me feel comfortable, and you kept me guessing. Now, that might not sound like much, but you can really get a lot of mileage out of that when you do it right. You could do with an opponent what we were doing just now: Taking it slow, getting a feel for each other's forms, you offering up a little something like you did with your lovely legs here...

She reached down without looking, giving each a tender caress at the thigh. "They're on top, they're relaxed, feeling like they're not in any immediate "danger" because you went exploring off the beaten path...Feeling that they're in control. When really, you aren't in that bad a position when you're working with that mouth you've got. So you wait until the right moment, pull them in close and...You know."

Just as she may have been moments away from doing to her. Alix dismounted her guest, sliding further up along the bed and into a ready position on her knees.

"Okay, now let's try some grappling. How much did your mother teach you?"

It might not have seemed like it, but this was harder than it looked. Not the sexfighting itself - this was a learning experience, after all, with her trying to get a feel for something she’d been into for ages now. No, the real difficulty came with not going overboard right away and actually listening to what Allie had to say. Not that she was unpleasant to listen to - she had this sweet, honeyed voice, music to the ears, with the kind of warm tone that reminded Dizzy a lot of her mother…which was a small turnoff, but not so much that it ruined the experience.

She was here for instruction, had to remember that. Even if every bone in her body wanted to just go at with Allie, she restrained herself, reminded herself that she was going to have to work for it.

Even so, she couldn't help but pout when Allie slid away, like a child losing her favorite toy, but she was able to reign in the sorrow for the moment and straighten back up. A lot of what she said made sense, in a way that Dizzy hadn't considered before. Hentai wrestling always seemed so straightforward - you had sex, you wrestled, whoever popped first lost the match. But there were layers to it, deceptions, tricks, and this was definitely the sort of person who could teach her about them.

”Oh, my Mom?” Dizzy leaned forward to match Allie’s position, hands and knees, like a cat getting ready to pounce. ”She taught me a lot. Or, well, she tries to. Plus, I’ve got this great sparring partner, she helps me out plenty.” The thought of Alicia brought out a goofy smile, but she pushed past it to look up at her host.

”I don’t know how much of it can come into play here, though…”

Alix smiled as Dizzy got herself ready, and it wasn't just because of the adorable look she had on her face when she mentioned this sparring partner of hers. She must be quite the girl.

Alix made a note to ask her about that later. But back to business...

Another test passed for Dizzy. It was a better score than expected: She not only kept her focus, but even maintained eye contact the entire time she spoke.

"You'd be surprised. Some techniques can still apply if you modify them. Try taking me down, and we'll take it from there."

And with that said, she waited, eying the movements of Dizzy's entire frame carefully.

It was a good thing Dizzy’s mother wasn’t there at the moment. For a lot of reasons, really, but right now the one that stuck in her mind was thinking how she’d react to the notion that sex wrestling and regular wrestling could have any overlap. She was a pretty dyed in the wool ‘mat is sacred’ sort of woman, had been as far back as she could remember, and she wouldn’t call anything that could happen in a bedroom training for what would happen in a room.

Which made it all the more annoying that Dizzy wanted to get into hentai wrestling. It was a bridge she would have to cross one day, and she wasn’t looking forward to it.

She focused forward for now and raised up to her knees, eyeing the black beauty across from her. While this wasn’t quite the same as engaging someone in the ring, she decided to stick to her usual approach when standing, figuring that would get her by. This was something she would have to get used to, anyway - it was only a matter of time before LAW put her in some kind of bed match, after all.

After a moment of hesitation and a sheepish grin, Dizzy scampered forward with arms open, hoping to lock up with Allie and push her back a bit on the bed.