A warning. This is porn. If you are not interested in reading sexually
explicit material for it's own sake, then you should avoid this story. 
It is politically incorrect to say the very least, and contains nasty stuff.























What, are you still here? Well, I did warn you, so, on with our story.

T.H. Tiger
peterschell@sympatico.ca



Tender Tendo Tushies. 




Part Two.
Buttering up Kasumi

     Guilt filled Kasumi's heart as she followed Mr. Saotome into the
kitchen. She was a wicked, evil girl. She had done the right thing. She
had taken responsibility for her failure to look after her mother's home.
But then she had spit on that duty by reacting to her punishment in a
most inappropriate way. Even now she could feel the wet heat between
her legs as she walked, and at least half the weakness in her legs was
caused by overwhelming desire rather than her sore backside. Even
worse, she had inflicted her wickedness on her poor father. A phantom
pressure still existed on her hip, where her father's manhood had pressed
so hard while he had administered her justified chastisement. 
     She couldn't bear to lift her gaze, for fear that Mr. Saotome would
be able to see the wickedness in her eyes. 
     "It's all right, Kasumi," Genma said in a husky voice. "I
understand. Your mother was the same way."
     "What! Mother?" Kasumi said in a startled voice. She overcame
her shame, and lifted her eyes to look Genma in the face. His expression
was flushed, and sweat was beading on his forehead. 
     "Your mother always reacted that way when your father had to
'chastise' her," Genma said. 
     "Father punished mother!?" Kasumi said in shock.
     "Frequently. Just as I did my beloved, Nodoka, back when she was
young, and needed direction and correction."
     Kasumi gazed at Genma with something almost like respect. She
knew that her Aunty Nodoka was the most dignified and ladylike of
ladies. If Genma had anything to do with that, there must be much more
to him then she had ever thought. In her jumbled state of mind Kasumi
didn't stop to think about what an accomplished liar Genma was. 
     "What did father do to mother, to keep her from  . . . ?" Kasumi
stared to ask, but broke off flustered as she realized she couldn't simply
blurt out what she'd been about to. How could she confess the way her
naughty parts ached to be filled. Only her future husband should cause
such feelings, and only in their bedroom. What sort of girl was she?
     "To keep her from being a slut you mean?" Genma asked bluntly. 
     Kasumi blushed red, and nodded her head slightly, adverting her
gaze from Genma It was true, she thought. She was a slut. 
     "He made her face the truth about herself," Genma said in a hoarse
voice. Kasumi looked up in surprise as he moved quickly toward her. 
She gave a gasp of surprise as his heavy calloused hand took hold of the
back of her neck, and forced her toward the kitchen table. The edge of
the table hit Kasumi's thighs, and she fell forward. Her hands landed
hard on the table top and her palms stung slightly from the impact. She
continued to lean forward as Genma pushed down hard till she was
forced against the kitchen table, her aching breasts squashed flat on the
wooden top. 
     "Your mother was a cock hungry slut," Genma said roughly,
shoving his hand up under Kasumi's dress, and she gasped as his fingers
slid between her wet thighs, damp from her juices. Guilt made her blush
in shame, and she closed her eyes as Genma's hand forced its way up
between her legs. 
     "Just like you are," Genma continued when at last his fingers
reached her center, and a broad forefinger thrust into Kasumi's warm wet
womanhood. She gasped, and her flesh clamped down on Genma's
fingers. Genma smiled in satisfaction as he felt Kasumi's inner flesh
pulse as forbidden pleasure shook her body. 
     Kasumi whimpered as Genma pulled his finger free of her clasping
flesh, leaving her feeling empty and bereft. A wave of cold air washed
over her heated skin as Genma shoved her dress up over her hips, and
draped it over her lower back. "Damn, your father did a hell of a job on
you," Genma said in admiration. "He hasn't lost his touch." Kasumi
gave a small moan as one of Genma's large hands cupped her tender
flesh, and she moved back slightly, pressing her sore flesh against his
rough skin. 
     "None of that now, not till I say you can," Genma said harshly,
giving her a light swat that burned her already abused flesh. "First let's
look after this." Genma's hand came into view in front of Kasumi's
staring eyes as his fingers dipped into the butter dish, and scooped out a
large handful. The hand disappeared, and a second later Kasumi sighed
as the cool greasy substance was applied to her tender flesh. 
     Genma kneaded Kasumi's abused rear, working the butter into
every red inch of it, and down into the deep crack of her ass. Kasumi
gave a squeak, and surged slightly as his fingers danced over her
crinkled brown rosebud, and for just a second, the tip of one finger
pressed the center of it.
     "No, you mustn't," Kasumi protested weakly. "It's wicked, I
Ahhhhhh!" She gasped as Genma spanked her firmly. 
     "Mustn't ain't in your vocabulary anymore, girl," he growled.
Having stilled her, Genma went back to rubbing the butter into her soft
flesh. Her oiled flesh glistened in the kitchen light, and Genma felt his
breath catch in his throat at the sight. It had been a long time since he'd
been in a dominant position with a female, and he found he'd missed it. 
     "Move those legs, girl!" Genma demanded, slapping Kasumi's
inner thighs lightly. Kasumi blushed with shame. It was one thing to
expose herself out of duty, but this was a different matter. But when
Genma swatted her sore ass again, she moved her legs a few inches
apart. 
     "Come on, Girl! You can do better than that!" Genma barked out,
and swept her legs out from under her with his foot. Her soft belly
clenched as all her weight came down on the table top. She started to
move her legs back together, but stopped when Genma gave her two
quick spanks, one on each red cheek. She gave a small squeak, and
shuddered in dread, and guilt. 
     Genma started massaging her greasy flesh again, and could now
work his hands down her ass cheeks, and along her inner thighs, the tips
of his fingers brushing along the outer edges of her sex. Kasumi's face
was as red as her rear, and her breasts ached from being pressed so hard
into the table top. 
     "Don't move!" Genma ordered, as he stopped rubbing her flesh.
There was a bowl of vegetables on the table, supplies for the next day.
Genma reached into it, and drew forth a large carrot, with the large green
top still attached. Kasumi's eyes went wide, and she started to swivel her
head to follow Genma's hand, only to jerk her eyes back in front of her
as Genma once again paddled her ass. "I said not to move, girl!" he said
in a fierce voice. 
     Kasumi went still as she felt something cool and hard rubbing over
the flesh of her inner thighs. She swallowed nervously as it got closer to
her naughty bits, and gasped as it actually stroked up and down her slit.
"No, you must not!" Kasumi protested. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" she
moaned in shock as Genma twisted his wrist, and screwed the large
tapering carrot several inches up her tight virgin pussy. Martial arts
exercises early in her life combined with high school sports had
eliminated Kasumi's hymen, but the carrot was still the first thing ever
placed inside her belly. She even used pads for those days of the month. 
          
     The sensation was strange, and the strangeness was growing
stronger as Genma twisted his hands from side to side, screwing her
aching loins with the orange invader. Kasumi's eyes were staring in
shock at the other side of the kitchen, her vision blurry as tears of
mortification filled them. Her anguish was not caused by Genma's
abuse, so much as it was caused by her reaction to it. It was wicked and
evil, but it felt so good. Surely she was going to hell. 
     Kasumi gasped as Genma abruptly withdrew the well-juiced
vegetable from her honey pot. There was a crunching sound, and Genma
made appreciative noises. "You're a tasty little thing," he said. Kasumi's
humiliation grew at his words, and if it had been possible, her face
would have become even redder. 
     "Here, you try it," Genma said, and the carrot appeared in front of
Kasumi's face. The bitten off end poised in front of her pursed lips.
"Come on, open wide," Genma cajoled, but Kasumi kept her mouth
sealed. Until Genma's heavy hand descended hard on her vulnerable ass,
and she gasped in shock. Like a flash, Genma thrust forward with the
carrot, and Kasumi gagged slightly as four inches of it forced its way
into her mouth. A sweet salty flavor assaulted her taste buds, and her
shame grew as she realized she was tasting evidence of her perverted
nature. 
     "Now you just hold that for me," Genma said. "Whatever you do,
don't spit it out, or bite it off," he warned, and emphasized his warning
with several light spankings. Having insured Kasumi's submission,
Genma's turned his attention to her sex, now fully exposed due to her
wide spread legs. She had a neat clean pussy, just the way he liked them,
he tickled the outer lips with his forefinger, and grinned as Kasumi made
muffled noises around her vegetable gag. Her outer labia parted
revealing the delicate pink flesh inside. Genma lightly swirled his finger
over her damp flesh, moving in a spiral that took him toward the pulsing
dimple of her inner sanctum. 
     Kasumi bucked as he inserted his questing finger a couple of
inches inside her, but he stilled her motions with a swat of his free hand.
He now used that hand to coax the large bud of her clitoris free from its
protective hood. He could feel Kasumi's flesh trembling around his
penetrating finger as he slowly worked her toward the brink. Judging
matters to a fine edge, he abruptly removed his hands from her sex, and
Kasumi lunged backward as he left her hanging on the brink. 
     "I said not to move!" Genma said with a growl. He placed a firm
hand in the middle of Kasumi's back, and gave her a dozen gentle swats
with his other hand. 
     Kasumi groaned around the carrot in her mouth as Genma's hand
punished her tender flesh. But she felt nothing but gratitude toward him.
He was only doing what she deserved. She was a wicked girl who
deserved to be punished. Then shame rose again as Genma started
fondling her rear instead of spanking it, and the heat in her belly began
to churn again. 
     The hand that had been fondling Kasumi's ass moved to the back
of her dress, and began to undo the buttons holding it closed. Pulling the
compliant girl up from the table top, Genma skinned the thin fabric off
her body, and let it slip free to pool around her ankles, leaving her
dressed only in her bra, which also came off a second later as Genma's
skillful fingers found the catch. Kasumi's hands came up to cover her
exposed breasts, only to have them knocked aside by Genma. 
     "None of that now, it would be a true sin to cover these beauties."
For once in his life Genma was speaking in complete honesty. He stared
in amazement at what Kasumi had kept concealed under the stiff fabric
of her plain bra. She was at least a double D in size, and her soft breasts
were marked where they had been cruelly constricted by the improperly
sized bra. 
     Kasumi blushed in shame. Her overly large breasts were yet
another sign of her wicked nature. Hadn't she heard "she's born to fuck,"
from construction workers often enough when she'd been a young girl? 
     Genma reached out with reverently with both hands, and his strong
fingers softly massaged Kasumi's soft tit flesh, working the blood back
into the proud mounds and easing the marks left by her bra away. He
found both her erect nipples, rolling the long fat nubs between his
fingers. Kasumi's couldn't help herself at this, and she arched her back,
thrusting her large breasts into Genma's hands, and he rewarded her by
pressing hard on each of her captured nipples. Kasumi groaned around
the carrot still sitting in her mouth. Yes! Hurt me! She thought to herself.
I'm a bad girl. I deserve to be hurt. 
     Breathing hard, Genma pushed Kasumi backward using her tits as
handles, her tender ass hit the edge of the table, maintaining his firm grip
on her flesh, he lifted, drawing a gasp of mingled pain and desire from
her as he forced Kasumi up and onto the table top. Kasumi was shoved
flat on her back, and Genma reached out once again to scoop up some
more butter. This handful he smeared over her bounteous bosom. He
worked the large teats over till they gleamed as much as her ass had. 
While one hand kneaded Kasumi's breasts, the other cupped between her
legs, his forefinger hooked into her drooling sex. 
     Kasumi's breath was coming in gasps, and all she could think of
was the fire that was filling her blood. Her hips began to shake as
Genma's finger brought her closer and closer to orgasm, and then she
gave a cry of pain and release as his hand shifted, and he found her
clitoris which he squeezed cruelly between two fingers.  Her thighs
clamped tightly around Genma's hand, and her eyes went blank as
pleasure such as she had never experienced washed over her body. For
long seconds her body shook, till with a final gasp, she collapsed limply
on the table top. 
     "We're not done just yet, girl," Genma said in a lustful voice. His
hands grabbed her legs, and spun her around so that he could hook her
knees over his shoulders, lifting her sore ass off the greasy table. Holding
her legs in place with one arm, he used his free hand to work his Gi pants
down. Free of its prison, his cock bobbed up down like a yo yo, and
Kasumi's eyes opened wide in shock.
     Happosai had not randomly selected his students. Both Soun and
Genma had been selected by rigid standards, meaning, by how big they
were when rigid. Genma was an inch and a half shorter than his friend at
ten inches, but his cock was as big around as a can of coffee. The head
as large as medium size apple. 
     It can't possible!, Kasumi cried out in her mind.
     "It will!" Genma replied with passion as if reading her mind.
Holding Kasumi tightly by the legs, he pulled her toward him, and
pressed the bulging head of his drooling one eyed snake against the
inflamed lips of her pussy. 
     "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Kasumi cried out as she felt herself
stretching further than she would have believed possible. Her eyes stared
between her breasts at the rampant spike projecting from Genma's hairy
groin and into her womanhood and widened even further when she saw
that only the tip of his cock had pressed into her flesh. 
     Genma's muscular ass cheeks flexed, and his hands held Kasumi's
legs tightly as he shoved. She gave a muffled scream as her flesh spread
far enough to let the massive head of Genma's cock slip fully into her
body. 
     Genma paused panting, and Kasumi's breath paced him exactly as
she lay there in numb stupification, her legs quivering from the strain
placed on her body. Genma slipped a hand down her leg, and began to
rotate his thumb back and forth above her clitoris. He gazed eagerly
down at the junction of their body, savoring the sight of her flesh
surrounding his. For several minutes Genma played with Kasumi, until
her muscles began to relax, and the strain on her face changed to wonder.
Judging her ready, he began to slowly rotate his hips, stirring her honey
pot with his maleness. The expression of wonder on Kasumi's face
increased as she felt him moving in her body. 
     Slowly, Genma shifted his movement, adding a forward thrust to
the rotation, and gingerly, his massive shaft began to sink into Kasumi's
tight sex. She was oblivious to it all as his thumb continued to stimulate
her clitoris. Five minutes later Kasumi's eyes took on a look of greater
surprise as she felt Genma's thighs nestling against her legs, and she
looked down to see that all but an inch of his mighty staff had slipped up
into her belly. She opened her mouth in shock, and the carrot that had
resided there for so long slipped free. 
     "It all fit," she said in tones of wonder.
     "Just barely," Genma grunted with strain. It had taken all of his
very low level of will power to get this far as gently as he had. Now a
burning need in his balls would not be denied, and he pulled backward,
drawing a gasp from Kasumi as her flesh tried to follow his as he fought
the incredible suction of her tightly clasping pussy. Inch after inch of
glistening flesh emerged from Kasumi's belly, until only the head was
left. 
     "Uhhh" Genma grunted explosively, as he drove his hips forward,
and shoved all that flesh back into the slick scabbard it had just emerged
from.
     "Oh my!" Kasumi cried out, her own breath rushing from her lungs
as Genma lunged forward.  
     "God girl, you're tight." Genma panted as his balls swung forward
to slap against Kasumi's red ass. Again he pulled out, and shoved
forward, faster now as Kasumi's flesh grew accustomed to his size. 
     "Ah, ah, ah, ah," Kasumi panted as Genma's dick shuttled back
and forth, and her breasts began to bounce back and forth with the force
of his thrusts. The table top was well greased with the butter Genma had
smeared on Kasumi's ass, and now her body slipped back and forth
easily on that lubrication as Genma fucked her as hard and as fast as he
could. 
     "God, I can't hold it any longer," Genma cried out, and he
exploded, sending several months worth of abstinence deep into
Kasumi's belly. 
     Kasumi felt Genma pulse inside her body, and she exploded with
her largest climax of the night. Fireworks went off in her head, and the
outside world faded to grey for a few seconds. When she came too, she
found that her legs had slipped off of Genma's shoulders, and were
dangling over the edge of the table as Genma stood between them,  his
softening cock still inside her. 
     Kasumi gave a gentle smile, and reached down and lightly stroked
herself just above Genma's softening shaft. Her legs curled up and her
feet rubbed against Genma's hairy ass. "Maybe being wicked was not so
bad after all," she murmured.