Chapter 3

I drove to the dojo, and parked beside the trailer. Susan used her keys, opened the back door, and shut off the alarm. Without a word, she threw me a 'gi', and left to change. I put it on, and did my warm ups. From a far doorway, Susan came forward, walking on the mats. "You don't need to do this, Henry," the words were there, but the tone told me differently.

"I am afraid I do. Prepare yourself for a different type of training."

She bowed her head and I did too, and I rushed in. There was no hope for me if the fight took a long time. I had to expend all of my energy quickly to defeat her, or I would be the one on the mat. I kicked her hard in the abdomen, and moved in. She rolled and got to her feet, and went into some lightning fast strikes to my face, as she prepared for a kick of her own. My fist went out, and I had to pull it. I could not hurt her, no matter what happened to me.

My hand turned and grabbed her hair, and was able to slap her face hard, instead of the chop to the neck. She bent over, and I tried to kick her, but my foot was captured and thrown aside, as she moved in and pounded my abdomen and chest. This time it was me, that rolled away, and came up ready for her next move.

The fight continued for five minutes, and I was becoming tired. I gave her an opening which she took. The kick arrived, but my block threw her off balance, instead. She tried to fall and move away, at the same time, but I was on her now. My greater strength and weight told, as I pinned her down, and forced her arms painfully behind her.

Her movements had allowed her obi to come undone and her gi to open. She struggled to get away and this only exposed more of her naked flesh beneath. I don't know how it happened, but rational thought left me as I saw a partially naked and wreathing female beneath me. My mouth slowly descended to a now unprotected nipple, and sucked it into my mouth in a forceful manner. Her back arched at this new attack, and I continued my assault. My lips travelled across her wet almond skinned body, tasting of salt and sweat to the other nipple. Her breasts were small-sized, with small dark areolas and very tiny nipples.

Her struggles had stopped, and I had a moment to recover my sanity. I looked into her eyes and said, "I am sorry Susan. I don't know what came over me."

She pulled one arm free from my relaxed grip. It went to my head and grasped my hair, before pushing my lips back to her breast. I shifted my weight, and released her other arm, but continued to do as she demanded. My lips travelled over to her other nipple, and her grip on my hair was relinquished.

I released her completely and she lay back on the mat, her gi now fully open. In a swift move she grabbed the elastic waist of her pants, and whipped them down and off of her. A flat belly attested to her passion for her sport. Her muscular thighs joined at a small triangle of dark pubic hair; her arousal was obvious from the erect clitoris that peeked out from her open vaginal lips.

"Oh God, Susan! What are you doing to me?"

"What I wanted to do, since I was five. Take me, my hero, or I will get up and take you."

Moving my legs between hers, I kissed the woman's chest and abdomen. Her rapid breathing from the fight, made her body heave, trying to get enough air into her oxygen starved lungs. When in position, I used my nose to gently stroke her clit. Gasps came from my little girl, and vanquished opponent.

Looking up across her flat belly, I said, "Are you sure, sweetheart?"

Susan nodded her head wildly in the positive, the last thing on her mind right then, was to stop. Lowering my head, my tongue entered her wide-open mons, pushing aside the inner lips to plunge into her unprotected vagina. Her lubrication seeped out, only to be captured by my relentless tongue. As I sucked, I undid the obi at my own waist, and lowered my own pants.

Susan's breathing changed to short quick gasps that kept time with the oral attack. When I had her moaning almost constantly, and her feminine essence all but flowing out of her, I rose up, and knelt between her legs. Holding onto her legs by the ankles, I pulled them up to her body, and them then out to the sides. Her thighs spread in invitation. Looking between them, I saw the blossom of her womanly flower. Her thin, straight, delicate labia; were parted and glistening with her feminine oils, and my saliva.

She raised her head, and her eyes watched my penis sway between her parted thighs, positioning my erect member against the opening of her vagina. I could see her very small erect nipples harden even more, as I toyed at her opening. She lifted her pelvis, trying to capture the intruder. I was not ready for penetration, yet. I stroked my length across her clit, coating the underside of my shaft. She let out a long low moan. I pulled back across, and then slipped it down to coat the topside. This had the effect of running down the length of her crack, rubbing against her rosebud. She whimpered, she was too proud to beg, but that was as close as I'd heard, in any woman, in a long time. I was as ready as she was.

My first thrust got just the head of my cock into her. She was very tight. This was accompanied by her exhaled sigh of pleasure. Withdrawing a bit, I pressed in again, striking an obstruction. I was amazed. Susan was 25, and still a virgin.

"Susan? Honey, are you sure I am the man to do this?"

"Yes, you. I have waited for you all my life."

She was very wet, and I moved in short strokes, until I knew she was ready. Then I pushed forcefully into her. She froze for a moment, with a grimace on her face. I stopped to allow her to adjust to me. Her expression eventually changed, and she gave a thrust of her pelvis to let me know she was ready. My strokes lengthened, as I watched her face for any sign of undue pain. She looked back into my eyes with more love than I think I had ever seen before.

When nearly two thirds of my manhood was into her small tight hole, I backed out again. A final arching of my hips, buried my length into her. Susan gave a deep groaning moan of satisfaction. Her arms flew wide, and I just layed down onto her. I lifted myself, to nurse at her breasts. I continued to give her short strokes, to keep her aroused, and allow me to last the longest possible time.

Leaning forward on my elbows, I took her breasts in my hands, feeling her hard nipples pressing into my palms. I gently squeezed her breasts. Susan put her hands on top of mine, then squeezed, letting me know I could apply much more pressure.

I took one of her tiny pebble-like nipples into my mouth, feeling the bud slide along the surface of my tongue. I slowly slid myself out of her. I paused a moment. She groaned in want, then moved trying to capture me once again. After that small torture, I filled her again in a single long, slow thrust of my pelvis. I continued to nurse her breasts. From one to the next, for the next couple of minutes, as I repeated my slow-motion lovemaking with her. With each penetration into her tight channel, I could feel her getting hotter and wetter. She panted. Her steadily increasing arousal was consuming her, and she groaned in her frustration at my slow pace.

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