Here's my story for the
Pink Orchid 2023 event
. Thanks to Omenainen for organising this.
All characters are from my fevered imagination, and aren't based on anyone I know.
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"For fuck's sake, Johnno, lower. Hit me lower. And hard." Jen stepped back and slapped her boobs. "This is the target area in a fight. Those punches at the shoulder will be called for being too high every single time. You could slip and punch the head. Stop it."
"Osu Sempai. I know, I know, it's a habit. I try to not hit women in the chest." Arms up, I watched Sempai warily. She hadn't called "stop", so I knew she'd have no qualms about attacking me with a roundhouse kick if I lowered my guard. She was superb with those, much better than what my creaky bones could deliver. I smiled internally and started to drop my hands.
"Forget who you're fighting. Just fight!"
As expected, a flash of a white clad leg ripped towards my skull. I quickly raised my left arm to block, slid forward, and slammed my fist into her soft right tit. The punch caught her by surprise, and I used the fraction of a second hesitation to kick her thigh with my own mawashi geri.
Jenny grunted and called, "Yame". I immediately stopped and went back to our starting position. She was a tough fighter, so I wasn't worried I'd hurt her at all. At least twenty years younger than me and an Australian full-contact champion for her division back in her early twenties, my efforts were never really going to worry her.
"Good, much better. Caught me by surprise." She tilted her head and looked at me, just a hint of a smile on her face. "You deliberately dropped your guard, didn't you?"
"Yeah, sort of figured you'd go with a jodan mawashi geri, so I went with the block punch kick combo. Hope it didn't hurt. You did say not to hold back."
Jen laughed as she rubbed her boob. "Yeah, nah, all good. I'm well padded there. The thigh kick - that hurt. For an old bloke, you've got a lot of power in those kicks. Just need to improve your technique and stamina. Kamaete... Hajime!"
I stepped forward, trying to anticipate her attack. I was old, slow, and relatively inexperienced compared to Jen, but I was determined to make it to the Nationals. Literally through the luck of the draw, I'd cracked it for second place at the Vic's. I was happy with that. Sensei Ralph, though, thought I'd been robbed. He was fuming at some decisions and reckoned I should go to Sydney and fight to show the judges what I was capable of. He also wanted me to do both the non and full contact fights as it was a long way to go for just one match. I was dubious about the full contact, but Jen had offered to do some one-on-one coaching.
So here I was, trying to pierce the defences of a brown belt who'd been training on and off for nearly twenty-five years. I enjoyed karate. Way better than golf or lawn bowls, which most of my contemporaries were doing. Or sitting on my arse in front of the TV complaining about life passing me by.
I grunted as another kick got me under the ribs with a follow up punch to the stomach. I got an inside thigh kick in and a solid punch into her side as she tried to slide away.
"Yame..." Sensei Ralph had been watching from the side and stepped forward as we stood back. "Mate, good effort, but you're too tense. Relax. And don't block so hard. You don't need to. I like your punches, nice and sharp, but John, those kicks should be higher..."
"Yeah, nah, I know. The ol' hips aren't working like they used to. It's what happens when you start pushing sixty."
"Adapt, Johnny boy, adapt. And stretch. I don't expect you to get as flexible as Jen, but you need to get kicks higher than your waist." He slapped me on the back. "You need to do more than literally kick arse."
Jen and I bowed to each other and shook hands. "Good effort John. We won't go so hard from now on. Just light contact, ok?"
"Osu Sempai, sounds good. I'm going to feel it tomorrow."
"I hope so," Jen said, smiling. "I haven't done my job if you weren't a little bit sore."
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"Ur, ur, ur, oh fuck, harder." Madi wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper into her. "Give it to me, you evil Ninja."
"Ha ha ha! I shall not! I shall take you to the edge of ecstasy, but you will stay unfulfilled. Such is your fate for mocking the Lostshoe Clan Leader! Ow!"
Madi had reached up and flicked my earlobe. I stopped pumping her with the tip of my dick just resting on her opening. We stared at each other, waiting for either my arms to collapse or my wife's desire to be fucked to take over.
"I can do this now," I smirked and slid about an inch in, then completely out. "That's one good thing about all this training."
Madi groaned and put her hands up. "I surrender to the Master. I will refrain from making rude comments about your creaky knees. Now, can you please finish fucking me before I have to pee?"
I slid slowly back into my wife's vagina and ground my pubis against hers. She sighed in relief as I resumed my fucking.
"I like this extra energy of yours," she sighed. "Hard and strong for long. You should've taken up karate years ago."
"You pick the worst times for a chat," I panted. "The usual, I suppose?"
"Yes please."
With that, I sat up and gave Madeline three solid strokes, then held myself deep. "Righto, do what you do so well."
She smiled and reached down to work on herself. Early in our relationship, we had enthusiastically tried all sorts of positions and methods, but Madi always complained that I came before her. Eventually, we worked out a compromise. We got her to orgasm, then I could fuck her to my heart's content. She said I couldn't give her clit the exact pressure and finger rotation she needed, so Madison worked herself while I filled her hole and waited.
Her fingers flew around her clit in a rhythm that I could never replicate. A muttered word, a nod in a direction, a sharp intake of breath. After nearly thirty years, I knew what they meant and how to react. I was happy in my supporting role, watching the emotions flow across Madi's face and her boobs jiggle with the effort. I ran my fingers up the inside of her thighs as I felt her temperature rise around my cock. A sharp intake of breath, then a burst of wet heat around me.
"Ok?"
"Yep. A good one. I'm all yours."
I leant forward and kissed a nipple, then lowered myself. I love the skin to skin contact we have after she comes. A thin film of sweat appears, no matter the temperature. Just enough to let me slide my whole body over Madi's. There's nothing like a full-body fuck.
Mardi lazily opened an eye. "Do you want to change position? If you do, it'd better be now before I fall asleep."
"Nah, all good. I'm happy with a slow one." I clenched my bum and nudged my cock in deep. Madi falling asleep while having sex wasn't unusual. She didn't have big screaming porn-type orgasms, but they took a lot out of her. It was very disconcerting when it first happened. I wasn't sure whether to stop or what. During that time, I pulled out and went to finish myself off. Madi had woken up and said to come inside her anyway. She loved the feeling.
"John?"
"Mmm?" Conversation and sex. We had chatted about many odd things while my dick was buried deep inside her even though it was sometimes distracting. It horrified her sister when we had let slip that little crumb one drunken New Year's Eve. Liz belonged to the 'plank of wood' school of sex. I felt sorry for her husband.
"Do you think you have a chance at the Nats?"
"Honestly, I don't think so. Not for a place. Still, I didn't think I'd do well down here." I sat up and rested my hands on her knees. "Only one way to find out for sure."
"True." She let out a big yawn. "Use warm water when you clean me up. Night."
"Of course. Won't be long. Goodnight." I kissed her knee and quietly resumed my job.
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I like Jen. She's very much a tomboy, to use a now unfashionable term. She runs her own landscaping business and wasn't afraid to call a spade a fucking shovel. You knew exactly where you stood with her. Her looks were deceptive, though. A big mane of blond hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, a slim, manual work-hardened body, and unbelievable flexibility. She looked like a petite cheerleader, but she had a tough streak running through her and was really smart. I naturally had the occasional daydream about her but never seriously considered her anything more than a sparring partner.
"Better, John, better." We'd moved away from purely karate techniques to things that would improve my fitness. These were open to anyone from the dojo, but usually I was the only masochist. The latest effort was a run along the beach, then up a staircase to the top of the cliff, then back down. The climb was only for me. Jen stayed at the bottom and timed my effort. "Eight minutes, three seconds. So close..."
I glared at her and wheezed out something incomprehensible as I struggled to draw in oxygen.
"Now take it easy old man, until you catch your breath," Jen said and patted me on the back. "Let's say you had a headwind on the way back, which slowed you down. I'll give you the three. Come on, I'll race you back to the pub, and I'll get you that beer."
"You're a sadist, you know. Ever thought of a career as a personal trainer?"
"Yeah, nah. I prefer to do this as a hobby. Besides, if I were a PT, I'd have to spend most of my time inside the gym. Couldn't stand that. Outdoor's much better." She jogged off, leaving me to lumber behind. I was never a runner. I was a Clydesdale compared to Jen the greyhound. Still, I had to admit I was improving in most areas. Except for my kicks.
I found Jen out the back of the pub in the beer garden. A cool pot of light beer was sparkling in the sun for me, and Jen was lazing back in a chair, sipping her gin and tonic.
