Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction ❯ Training Yusuke ❯ Training Yusuke ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: AladdinAbu 
Genkai teaches Yusuke some new tricks - and they don't all have to do with martial arts!
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Martial Arts / Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 04.20.2010 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.2K | Visits: 811 | Status: Completed
Genkai teaches Yusuke some new tricks - and they don't all have to do with martial arts!
Anime/Manga: Yu Yu Hakusho Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Martial Arts / Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 04.20.2010 | Pages: 3 | Words: 5.2K | Visits: 811 | Status: Completed
TRAINING YUSUKE
by AladdinAbu
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"Is that all you've got, dumbass?"
Yusuke was understandably frustrated. He had been training with Genkai for weeks and weeks, and she still continued to insult and cajole. That, and he was no closer to mastering the Spirit Wave technique than his mother was irksome. When was she going to cut him some slack? But feeling her fist connect with his face out of nowhere didn't boost his confidence.
"Wake up!" she barked. A swift kick aimed for his shin missed by inches when he danced backward, defenses up. "I'd say that was better - if you were a karate white-belt. At least you're not letting me use you as a punching bag anymore."
Red was all he could see; this grey-haired, leathery-hided fossil was not going to beat him! He'd been fighting in the streets ever since he was small, and just because she had lived twice (or three times) as long as him didn't mean he'd raise the white flag. Picking up steam, he ran toward her, and just as she aimed another low kick to trip him up, he vaulted over her head, sprang off the wall of the dojo and dove toward her, arms crossed-
She was too quick for that. It was pretty close, but she rolled backward, and he only grazed her back. He tried to pick himself up and make another go at it before she recovered, but she'd rolled to her feet already facing his exposed back, and with one swift move she suddenly had him by the balls.
In this case, really by the balls; her small hand somehow easily enclosed his scrotum, fondling the two squishy nuts in their sack.
"What the hell, old lady?!" He started to jump away, but when her grip only tightened, he had to stop; she would rip them clean off if he made a false move. An average training session wasn't worth the loss of manhood.
"Exactly." She chuckled. "Move too much in any direction and you're going to be in so much agony you'll wake up next week wondering what happened." He started to back into her, but her grip remained firm; a light squeeze was enough to make him flinch and hold up fast. "Nope! Idiot, I've still got you; just because your balls are already back here doesn't mean I can't pull forward. Now, if I do this..."
And before Yusuke could even have a thought, her fingers were pushing through the layers of fabric and the skin and tissue to the taut muscle behind; not his cock, but not too far back to be his ass, either. Yusuke squirmed. "Wha..."
"This is your bulbocavernosus," she told him as she stroked along it, pushing in just enough to coax a reaction - and boy, did she! A thrill of pleasure that simultaneously made him nauseous swept up into the rest of him. A senior citizen shouldn't be doing this to him! "It surrounds the base of... well, I'm sure you can figure that part out. Think of this as the roots of your little Yusuke tree."
Could he admit that it didn't feel bad? It was too weird, and he wanted her to quit, but he didn't feel like he was in any real position to say anything about it. He was a long way from recuperating, but he still felt angry with himself when she suddenly jumped up and landed a spinning kick to his head, which sent him skidding along the tatami.
"Oog," he moaned, pushing himself to his feet.
"Exactly," she laughed - and he could see in her eyes she had thoroughly enjoyed groping him. Maybe not got off on it in a literal sense, but at the very least she thought it was amusing. "You were so off your game that you went down like an elevator with the cables cut. Anybody would be. After all, what's the last sensation you're expecting in the heat of battle?"
He had to heighten his game. If that was all it took for his sensei to knock him over, he had to do something else. His kick met nothing but air; she was gone again, and he felt her hand smack his behind.
"Would you - don't DO that!"
"You gonna stop me?" she cackled. "I'm a feeble old woman, slacker - you can't keep up? Try... harder."
Yusuke gritted his teeth... but something else was drawing his attention. Genkai's eyes weren't on his - they were pointing down. And when he followed her gaze, he saw why; as she'd unintentionally stated, he was hard as a rock. That disturbed him to no end, and he wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere and die, but it did give him an idea.
Reaching downward quickly, keeping a close eye on her limbs lest she see this one coming and attack, he whipped open the fly of his pants and exposed himself to the muggy air.
"Hmm."
That was all she said. One of her eyebrows did go up - and in that instant, he attacked. Blocking out all thought of how uncomfortable it was to be fighting this way, he aimed a swift uppercut for her chin. As he expected, she dodged back out of the way easily, but with a burst of speed he'd hoped he was actually capable of, he was behind her, hands glamping around her wrists as his knee pushed into the small of her back. She tried to twitch around, compensate for this tactic and spin out of his grasp for a counterattack - and he knew she would have been able to do it, too, if she had reacted a fraction of a second earlier. As it was, she went down hard.
"Hnnng!" She struggled for a split second, then relaxed; he didn't let her fool him. She was trying to drop her guard enough so he'd drop his, then she'd break free and repay him for the favor. Moving just right so he never lapsed in his hold, he flared his knees out so his shins were holding her ankles down. Then, with her legs effectively out of commission, he pulled both tiny wrists up behind her back; he felt her wince. He knew from experience - feeling like your arms could break off at any moment was no fun.
"You say 'uncle', old hag?"
"Hmph. Nice play, smartass." The laugh was pained from exertion and being restrained. "Got to admit, I wasn't expecting to see Junior. You really are a quick study."
"Threw you off your game with that, did I?" In an instant, both her wrists were in one of his hands. In any other situation, he knew he'd never have been able to hold the great Genkai's powerful arms with one hand, but putting them in that position weakened you, stripped you of your usual strength and techniques. Besides, her limbs were still quite small in spite of the muscles they contained. "Let's see... what was it you were just doing to me? Oh yeah..."
"Hn!" It was the only noise she made, but it was full of spite and frustration. The thought of touching Genkai's crusty old body didn't do anything for him at all, but the noise she made did; a thrill of wicked glee welled up from his stomach. Still, it's not as if he was molesting her directly; through the clothes, just like she did to him, just where she pushed and squeezed. But when he withdrew his hand after a moment, she did laugh at him, a shaky laugh of someone who was trying to regain control of a situation. "Heh. Don't start something you can't finish, boy."
"I don't have to keep to just the one thing," he corrected. "Let's see... here's a fan favorite."
She remained quiet while he reached back, still vigilant with his restraint of her limbs; he wanted to show her that even while he repayed her with a little good-natured torture, he wasn't going to forget the lesson she taught him - or let her forget it. But once he'd flicked her shoe off with one finger, she snapped, "Oh, come on, that's just petty."
The next minute or two was filled with something he thought he'd never hear; unrestrained, non-sardonic laughter from his instructor. She kicked, she squirmed, and she did everything in her power to throw him off, but he stayed vigilant, kept her held down with both legs and one arm. If she hadn't been wrong-footed so much so recently, if he'd been a less solidly-built fighter, she'd have already thrown him off. He had just taken off her other shoe and started tickling anew when she gasped, "Okay, okay!"
"Okay, what?"
"Okay, you're a stupid twit." He gritted his teeth, hand poised to go back to her foot. "But tell me something."
"What do you wanna know, grandma?"
The laugh was more of an undertone for her words than a full-bodied guffaw. "How long have you wanted to have your way with me? Because from where I'm sitting, your little Yusuke tree ain't no sapling anymore."
To his complete shock, Genkai was right; he was straight as an arrow. Worse still, it was still hanging out there for all the world to see; luckily they were alone. He checked to make sure he wasn't grinding it against her on accident, and he wasn't - and her head certainly couldn't turn enough to get a good eyefull. "Wait, how did you...?"
"You've got a lot to learn, kiddo." He felt her ready for an attempt to buck him, and he held fast; he wasn't going to let her get the upper hand again. "I can smell it. Don't know if I'd describe it as a good smell or a bad smell, but it's distinctive." She made an audible sniff, just for show. "Every man's is different, but it's like the difference between an orange and a tangerine; they're all fruits."
What was he doing? For some reason, he was pinning his sensei to the floor, tickling her feet while his pulsating hard-on wafted on the night winds. Was it from what she did to him earlier? Or was he really enjoying this? For that matter, was she? She'd started it, after all - he was reasonably sure most martial arts masters didn't go around fondling their students. There was one sure way to find out.
Working slowly and deliberately, so he would never be distracted enough to let his guard down and be taken by surprise, he slowly lifted the back of her tunic and wedged it under her arms and his hand. Then, forcing himself to remain calm and alert, he hooked his fingers around the waistband of her silk pants and started pulling downward.
"Yusuke!" she barked, voice strained by the pain in her shoulders. "This is neither the time nor the place!"
"You'd rather do it on a crowded boardwalk?" he quipped. "We're alone, it's the evening... romance is in the air. And apparently, so is the smell of my boner. Let's see what I smell, eh?"
She wasn't wearing panties. For some reason, he knew she wouldn't be, but it still sent a ripple of fresh nausea through him finding out that the old lady trying to teach him the Spirit Wave went commando. Equally weird was the sight of her surprisingly-unwrinkled behind. He could keep pulling downward, expose even more of her, but his brain kept his hand from pulling any more - protecting its own interests. There's some things you can never un-see.
"Why stop now?" she growled. "Take 'em all the way off. Take a few pictures. Take your time, no hurry; you're only a spirit detective. I'm sure there's no cases for you to get back to or anything."
To spite her, he did pull them down around her knees - and by the time his brain caught up and tried to stop it, they were already down. Genkai's gray bush was exposed to the open air; he had ler legs spread enough so his own could hold them down, so there was no way she could close them, no matter how hard her thighs were twitching to draw themselves together. The lips were long and weathered, and glistening with leaked fluids from all that had gone on before.
"Huh..."
"Good job, Yusuke." Her voice wasn't as cold as she wanted it to be, as she was too unsettled and frustrated. But it was still pretty frosty. "Now I'm going to have to kill you. And you had so much potential."
"Funny," he said in a voice shakier than he meant to. "You were talking about how hard I am so much that you forgot to mention... you're all lubed up down there. Why?"
A scoffing noise emitted from her as her butt muscles clenched. Yusuke sat fascinated; one could probably bounce a quarter off that ass. How could a woman of her age have such a firm body? It wasn't possible! "Just because I'm old and one of the world's strongest fighters doesn't mean I'm no longer human. Seeing one of those for the first time in years, then being felt up like poultry at a meat market... my body involuntarily reacted. So don't flatter yourself, big stu- st- STOP!"
He did jerk his hand back when she snapped at him. Did he actually TOUCH her? He did; he'd felt how soft and pliable her pussy lips were. Wetness clung to his fingertip. "Uhh... sorry, I-"
"Sorry?!" she flung at him. "You're robbing the grave here, stupid! Think about what you're doing, will you?!"
"But I- I've never seen one before, not for real, and- and..."
Genkai remained quiet for a moment as Yusuke's finger traced its way from her asshole to the beginnings of her other opening. He'd guessed the features down here would look like a dried-up old prune - like it would fit the motif. But she didn't look much different than the girls in the porno mags. He caught sight off his member, standing at attention and hovering over the nude scene below. Slowly, he slid two fingers inside, just far enough to feel if it was any different than the outside.
"NNnhhh!" she gasped, entire body tensing, trying in earnest to throw him off - the first time she had since he pinned her. He knew she was getting desperate now, as normally she wouldn't bother if she didn't really think she could escape. "Nnno, no, don't, you ungrateful shit! I- I can't- this isn't right, you can't do this to me!"
His eyes were wide as saucers - his fingers were almost all the way inside her. When she moved, they'd slid right in - and he could feel her inner walls, slick, pliable, taut. Her heartbeat was echoing around them as he felt deeper and deeper, and he felt his own jump into his throat - this was insane! How could they be doing this?
But "they" weren't - he was. He was on top of her, had her pinned. Granted, in any other circumstance she'd tell him she deserved what she got for letting him best her, but this wasn't the same. Experimentally, he released her wrists.
Instantly, they flew to the ground, and she pushed upright. But Yusuke's legs were still pinning hers, and she sort of smacked her head into his abdomen, which threw them both off-balance; a moment later, she was flat on her face again, and he was lying on top of her.
"No points to me for success," Genkai rasped out. "But... oh wow, that thing is hard..."
He couldn't bring himself to move at all - not even knowing that his meat had become sandwiched between her buns. "Genkai..."
"No, don't," she breathed quietly; her voice was so close, so uncharacteristically warm. "You... let me go, I felt you do it. Now I don't have to turn you into a pile of dust. But... but I don't know what else to do."
Yusuke moved slightly; he felt her smooth, soft skin and toned muscles against his throbbing instrument. Her breath was coming as fast as his. "Neither do I. What... this is all kinds of messed up."
"From the intensity of your reactions, I'm guessing you're... a virgin." Yusuke couldn't answer her, and she chuckled - and it was suddenly a light, flirty sound. "What's the matter? Gun-shy?"
"What about you?" he fired back, not really feeling what he was saying; it was too bizarre that his balls were resting on her bush. "I'm guessing you don't sleep with enough of your students to get the routine down pat?"
"Oh, I've slept with plenty... in my younger days. But none of them were just out of diapers before." She tried her best to turn her head and look at him, but she only ended up showing him a hint of the profile. "Boy... I don't think we're ready for this. You're too young, and I... have gone without for too long. We should practice first."
"Practice?"
"You with Mr. Hand," she grunted, trying not to involuntarily grind into him, "and me with Mr. Big Purple Disembodied Schlong. He's been tucked away for safe keeping many years now."
"What?!" he exclaimed, pushing off her a few inches. "You mean you have a, a..."
"Dildo. It's a real word, you can say it."
"Okay, fine." He was in no way "fine", but he could fake it. "But then, why haven't you been using it?"
"Eh. When you get to be my age, there's no point anymore; just feels like watching the same television rerun for the hundredth time."
Yusuke swallowed, not really wanting to ask his next question - but he had to. "Then... why were you so wet when I saw you before if this is all old hat?"
Her muscles tensed - which he felt along his shaft. He moaned involuntarily, pressing his hips down into hers, and he felt her entire body arch. "Because of... that. Your youth, and naivety - and the size of that thing! It's got to be almost a foot long!"
And then, without knowing why he was doing it, he was sliding slowly downward. When he felt the tip of his head brush her bush before thwacking into the floor, she hissed, "Wait, don't!"
"What?"
"Listen, boy." Her head was a lot closer to his now, and when he tilted over she whispered into his ear, sending fresh shivers down his spine. "I know it's not your strong suit, but I want you to stop and think: is this what you really want?"
Not that he knew much about this kind of thing, but her voice was so rich with lust and anticipation that even if he didn't want it, he would have pretended he did just to heighten her desire. But he didn't have the strength to lie. In lieu of actually telling the wrinkled old lady that he really was in heat, that the part of him ridiculous enough to want to bang her old-yet-youthful body was drowning out his better judgment, he muttered, "Um, I, uh, don't have any condoms..."
"What for?" she laughed. "Trust me, your magical seed isn't going to make me any less menopaused."
"Dammit, this is- I..." Yusuke gulped, pushing the side of his head against hers, feeling her nearnesss, trying to figure out what it meant. "Genkai..."
"Do me a favor and make up your mind soon," she breathed, and he felt her hips twitch beneath him. "'Cause in all honesty, I'm going to go dig out that dildo if you don't do its job in the next few seconds."
Inexplicably, the mental image of the drenched lips he'd touched earlier accomidating a big purple facsimile was enough to make him decide.
"HnnnAAAAHHHH!"
Her moan was almost as delicious as the feeling of her surrounding his hardness. As he reached the back of her, he felt her legs slide open to admit him, pants bunched around her ankles now. It was so warm! Unable to truly believe this, he leaned back and stared down, only to see it was very real; her firm, rounded little behind was enveloping him, pushing right against his hips. Her legs were shorter, so he had to squat slightly, but everything still worked just fine. Without wasting any time, he began to pull out.
"OoohHHh," she moaned loudly, head trying to burrow into the floor. "That's amazing, that - WOW, you've been holding out on me, smartass!"
"Your ass is smarter," he said, not even sure if that made sense. His thumbs worked their way into her crack, and he looked at it - perfectly round, dark, puckered little hole. It also gave him a nice view of just how taught he was stretching her other one. One of his hands pulled gently at a pussy lip while the other started pushing a thumb into her clenched, toned backside.
"No no no NO!" she ranted, arms flailing slightly. "Not there, I... I never have, don't know if I'd like it!"
Secretly, he guessed she would; the old witch seemed to be up for anything. Or was she really? Was she doing all this for his benefit? He knew for sure he liked what was happening - though he would have chosen vastly different circumstances. And partners. But his current partner's muscles were so firm and fluid, her skin smooth. Reaching down, he whipped her pants the rest of the way off, then picked up her legs and spread them as wide as possible as he held her aloft, ploughing into her.
"NNGH!" she grunted. "Oh, Yusuke, Yusuke! That's it - drill me! Pound into me!"
"Are you sure you can take this?!" he managed to get out. She only laughed, but it was the most obscene laugh he'd ever heard.
"Fighters like it rough!"
He went at it like that for a while, content to slam into her relentlessly. It was amazing - everything about it! Then, with surprising speed, she rolled over in midair, still with him inside her, so they were facing each other.
Somehow, full of rosy color and shining with sweat, she didn't seem like such a wrinkled old hag anymore.
"Take off those pants," she demanded, and he did; he had to pull out of her to get them down and off, though. When he returned his attentions to his mentor, he saw she had disposed of her tunic, as well.
"Like what you see?" she asked as she cupped each of her modest, drooping breasts in one hand. They weren't as saggy and worthless as he'd pictured them, either, but what really threw him was the size of the nipples; inordinantly large for such a slight chest, they stuck straight out - much the same as his cock did, hungering for attention. "Maybe if you're a good little boy this year, Santa Claus will give Auntie Genkai a lift and some implants."
"They're fine," he muttered as his lips wrapped around one of the nipples. She moaned, hands winding into his hair, and he passed his own down her smooth back and onto her behind, squeezing. "This is nice."
"Glad you approve," she sighed into his hair. "Now get on me; life is too short to spend on too much foreplay."
With that, for the fist time facing each other in earnest, Yusuke penetrated his teacher.
"YES!" she crowed, legs shooting straight up so her tiny feet rested against his cheeks. "Rape the shit out of me, you stupid bastard!"
Though he wasn't sure how to take such an offensive phrase, everything else seemed very obvious. Every inch of him was inside her, and he pulled them all out and pushed them right back in again, feeling her legs spasm, her back arch. Once he found his rhythm, he watched her boobs bounce up and down, nipples waving around in the air until her wizened hands caught them up, squeezing herself as she shouted his name. Panting, he reached down to her folds and found a small thing that looked like a pencil eraser at the top; when he touched that, her entire being jerked.
"Don't touch that - it's too much, I- I c-can't take that much stimulation!"
But the shocked look on her face, the way it mingled with her desire and pleasure, only made him want to see more of it - see his venerated instructor lose control, let everything run wild. He settled his thumb against it and continued thrusting, and she was a woman transported, writhing, cursing aloud and wrapping her legs around his torso as if trying to drive him yet deeper into her recesses.
"YES, YES, YESSS!" she called out, hands still squeezing and pinching her nipples as her neck stretched out, breath coming in ragged gasps. "Do it! Fuck me hard, Yusuke, give it to me!"
"Genkai!" he moaned himself, unable to keep the word from his lips though he'd rather have called just about anybody else's name.
"I'm coming! I'm coming already, dammit but you're thorough!"
"Me too!" He was; he hadn't even noticed his climax building until it was almost upon them. With a grunt, he resituated himself so he was thrusting even more up and into her slick cunt, balls slapping against her ass audibly. "I'm gonna come all up in you!"
"YES! Fill me up, paint my insides! YUSUKE!!!"
And a crazy thing happened; as they built toward their end, as his seed spurted deep within her and her moans became louder and louder, he saw all her skin begin to grow taut, her features soften. Was he imagining things? It was as if she were decades younger, more fresh-faced. Even her hair regained color, and he saw it had been pinkish before the grey took over. Her voice, still moaning, became less gravelly. She was beautiful.
Then they were on the floor next to each other, gasping for breath as they stared at the ceiling.
"Hot damn," Yusuke grunted.
A weak chuckle. "Yeah. I've had way worse - even Toguro wasn't as good as I thought he'd be."
"Wha?"
"Nevermind."
When he looked over at her, she still looked younger to him - but not quite as youthful as when they were at the height of passion. As he gawked, amazed, her features softly reverted to the form he had grown to be so familiar with over the months. Though he'd thought he was beginning to hate the sight of her, maybe the only part he earnestly disliked was what she represented: someone pushing him, refusing to let him be lazy and do things at his own pace. Then again, it was exactly what he needed to do his job.
And maybe, in some small way, the unexpected release they'd just helped each other find was what they both needed more than anything.
"Come on, boy," she grunted, pushing up on her elbows. "Back to training."
"Training, eh?" he said in a lewd, teasing voice as he put a hand on her thigh. Instantly, pain was exploding in his knuckles from where she had struck him. "HEY!"
"What, you think one quick roll in the hay lets you off the hook? Lots of ground to cover if you're going to learn anything." Then she was on her feet, dancing back and forth. "We'll see if you can stay focused when your opponent is a naked lover."
Already he was having trouble with that, watching her not-so-aged parts move to and fro, remembering what they'd felt like. "How can you be all business after what just happened? Aren't you wiped?"
"Hah!" she barked, hands on hips. "Yet more reasons for you to learn the Spirit Wave as soon as possible, Yusuke. With my pent-up reiki, I can go all night. And I do mean ALL NIGHT."
She leapt, and her legs were wrapped around his head; he could smell the sweetness of her, taste it as she ground her lower lips into his. Then he was on the ground and she was standing over him, laughing.
It certainly was going to be a long apprenticeship - and for the first time since he'd signed up, he was looking forward to it.
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the end (please review!)
by AladdinAbu
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"Is that all you've got, dumbass?"
Yusuke was understandably frustrated. He had been training with Genkai for weeks and weeks, and she still continued to insult and cajole. That, and he was no closer to mastering the Spirit Wave technique than his mother was irksome. When was she going to cut him some slack? But feeling her fist connect with his face out of nowhere didn't boost his confidence.
"Wake up!" she barked. A swift kick aimed for his shin missed by inches when he danced backward, defenses up. "I'd say that was better - if you were a karate white-belt. At least you're not letting me use you as a punching bag anymore."
Red was all he could see; this grey-haired, leathery-hided fossil was not going to beat him! He'd been fighting in the streets ever since he was small, and just because she had lived twice (or three times) as long as him didn't mean he'd raise the white flag. Picking up steam, he ran toward her, and just as she aimed another low kick to trip him up, he vaulted over her head, sprang off the wall of the dojo and dove toward her, arms crossed-
She was too quick for that. It was pretty close, but she rolled backward, and he only grazed her back. He tried to pick himself up and make another go at it before she recovered, but she'd rolled to her feet already facing his exposed back, and with one swift move she suddenly had him by the balls.
In this case, really by the balls; her small hand somehow easily enclosed his scrotum, fondling the two squishy nuts in their sack.
"What the hell, old lady?!" He started to jump away, but when her grip only tightened, he had to stop; she would rip them clean off if he made a false move. An average training session wasn't worth the loss of manhood.
"Exactly." She chuckled. "Move too much in any direction and you're going to be in so much agony you'll wake up next week wondering what happened." He started to back into her, but her grip remained firm; a light squeeze was enough to make him flinch and hold up fast. "Nope! Idiot, I've still got you; just because your balls are already back here doesn't mean I can't pull forward. Now, if I do this..."
And before Yusuke could even have a thought, her fingers were pushing through the layers of fabric and the skin and tissue to the taut muscle behind; not his cock, but not too far back to be his ass, either. Yusuke squirmed. "Wha..."
"This is your bulbocavernosus," she told him as she stroked along it, pushing in just enough to coax a reaction - and boy, did she! A thrill of pleasure that simultaneously made him nauseous swept up into the rest of him. A senior citizen shouldn't be doing this to him! "It surrounds the base of... well, I'm sure you can figure that part out. Think of this as the roots of your little Yusuke tree."
Could he admit that it didn't feel bad? It was too weird, and he wanted her to quit, but he didn't feel like he was in any real position to say anything about it. He was a long way from recuperating, but he still felt angry with himself when she suddenly jumped up and landed a spinning kick to his head, which sent him skidding along the tatami.
"Oog," he moaned, pushing himself to his feet.
"Exactly," she laughed - and he could see in her eyes she had thoroughly enjoyed groping him. Maybe not got off on it in a literal sense, but at the very least she thought it was amusing. "You were so off your game that you went down like an elevator with the cables cut. Anybody would be. After all, what's the last sensation you're expecting in the heat of battle?"
He had to heighten his game. If that was all it took for his sensei to knock him over, he had to do something else. His kick met nothing but air; she was gone again, and he felt her hand smack his behind.
"Would you - don't DO that!"
"You gonna stop me?" she cackled. "I'm a feeble old woman, slacker - you can't keep up? Try... harder."
Yusuke gritted his teeth... but something else was drawing his attention. Genkai's eyes weren't on his - they were pointing down. And when he followed her gaze, he saw why; as she'd unintentionally stated, he was hard as a rock. That disturbed him to no end, and he wanted to crawl into a hole somewhere and die, but it did give him an idea.
Reaching downward quickly, keeping a close eye on her limbs lest she see this one coming and attack, he whipped open the fly of his pants and exposed himself to the muggy air.
"Hmm."
That was all she said. One of her eyebrows did go up - and in that instant, he attacked. Blocking out all thought of how uncomfortable it was to be fighting this way, he aimed a swift uppercut for her chin. As he expected, she dodged back out of the way easily, but with a burst of speed he'd hoped he was actually capable of, he was behind her, hands glamping around her wrists as his knee pushed into the small of her back. She tried to twitch around, compensate for this tactic and spin out of his grasp for a counterattack - and he knew she would have been able to do it, too, if she had reacted a fraction of a second earlier. As it was, she went down hard.
"Hnnng!" She struggled for a split second, then relaxed; he didn't let her fool him. She was trying to drop her guard enough so he'd drop his, then she'd break free and repay him for the favor. Moving just right so he never lapsed in his hold, he flared his knees out so his shins were holding her ankles down. Then, with her legs effectively out of commission, he pulled both tiny wrists up behind her back; he felt her wince. He knew from experience - feeling like your arms could break off at any moment was no fun.
"You say 'uncle', old hag?"
"Hmph. Nice play, smartass." The laugh was pained from exertion and being restrained. "Got to admit, I wasn't expecting to see Junior. You really are a quick study."
"Threw you off your game with that, did I?" In an instant, both her wrists were in one of his hands. In any other situation, he knew he'd never have been able to hold the great Genkai's powerful arms with one hand, but putting them in that position weakened you, stripped you of your usual strength and techniques. Besides, her limbs were still quite small in spite of the muscles they contained. "Let's see... what was it you were just doing to me? Oh yeah..."
"Hn!" It was the only noise she made, but it was full of spite and frustration. The thought of touching Genkai's crusty old body didn't do anything for him at all, but the noise she made did; a thrill of wicked glee welled up from his stomach. Still, it's not as if he was molesting her directly; through the clothes, just like she did to him, just where she pushed and squeezed. But when he withdrew his hand after a moment, she did laugh at him, a shaky laugh of someone who was trying to regain control of a situation. "Heh. Don't start something you can't finish, boy."
"I don't have to keep to just the one thing," he corrected. "Let's see... here's a fan favorite."
She remained quiet while he reached back, still vigilant with his restraint of her limbs; he wanted to show her that even while he repayed her with a little good-natured torture, he wasn't going to forget the lesson she taught him - or let her forget it. But once he'd flicked her shoe off with one finger, she snapped, "Oh, come on, that's just petty."
The next minute or two was filled with something he thought he'd never hear; unrestrained, non-sardonic laughter from his instructor. She kicked, she squirmed, and she did everything in her power to throw him off, but he stayed vigilant, kept her held down with both legs and one arm. If she hadn't been wrong-footed so much so recently, if he'd been a less solidly-built fighter, she'd have already thrown him off. He had just taken off her other shoe and started tickling anew when she gasped, "Okay, okay!"
"Okay, what?"
"Okay, you're a stupid twit." He gritted his teeth, hand poised to go back to her foot. "But tell me something."
"What do you wanna know, grandma?"
The laugh was more of an undertone for her words than a full-bodied guffaw. "How long have you wanted to have your way with me? Because from where I'm sitting, your little Yusuke tree ain't no sapling anymore."
To his complete shock, Genkai was right; he was straight as an arrow. Worse still, it was still hanging out there for all the world to see; luckily they were alone. He checked to make sure he wasn't grinding it against her on accident, and he wasn't - and her head certainly couldn't turn enough to get a good eyefull. "Wait, how did you...?"
"You've got a lot to learn, kiddo." He felt her ready for an attempt to buck him, and he held fast; he wasn't going to let her get the upper hand again. "I can smell it. Don't know if I'd describe it as a good smell or a bad smell, but it's distinctive." She made an audible sniff, just for show. "Every man's is different, but it's like the difference between an orange and a tangerine; they're all fruits."
What was he doing? For some reason, he was pinning his sensei to the floor, tickling her feet while his pulsating hard-on wafted on the night winds. Was it from what she did to him earlier? Or was he really enjoying this? For that matter, was she? She'd started it, after all - he was reasonably sure most martial arts masters didn't go around fondling their students. There was one sure way to find out.
Working slowly and deliberately, so he would never be distracted enough to let his guard down and be taken by surprise, he slowly lifted the back of her tunic and wedged it under her arms and his hand. Then, forcing himself to remain calm and alert, he hooked his fingers around the waistband of her silk pants and started pulling downward.
"Yusuke!" she barked, voice strained by the pain in her shoulders. "This is neither the time nor the place!"
"You'd rather do it on a crowded boardwalk?" he quipped. "We're alone, it's the evening... romance is in the air. And apparently, so is the smell of my boner. Let's see what I smell, eh?"
She wasn't wearing panties. For some reason, he knew she wouldn't be, but it still sent a ripple of fresh nausea through him finding out that the old lady trying to teach him the Spirit Wave went commando. Equally weird was the sight of her surprisingly-unwrinkled behind. He could keep pulling downward, expose even more of her, but his brain kept his hand from pulling any more - protecting its own interests. There's some things you can never un-see.
"Why stop now?" she growled. "Take 'em all the way off. Take a few pictures. Take your time, no hurry; you're only a spirit detective. I'm sure there's no cases for you to get back to or anything."
To spite her, he did pull them down around her knees - and by the time his brain caught up and tried to stop it, they were already down. Genkai's gray bush was exposed to the open air; he had ler legs spread enough so his own could hold them down, so there was no way she could close them, no matter how hard her thighs were twitching to draw themselves together. The lips were long and weathered, and glistening with leaked fluids from all that had gone on before.
"Huh..."
"Good job, Yusuke." Her voice wasn't as cold as she wanted it to be, as she was too unsettled and frustrated. But it was still pretty frosty. "Now I'm going to have to kill you. And you had so much potential."
"Funny," he said in a voice shakier than he meant to. "You were talking about how hard I am so much that you forgot to mention... you're all lubed up down there. Why?"
A scoffing noise emitted from her as her butt muscles clenched. Yusuke sat fascinated; one could probably bounce a quarter off that ass. How could a woman of her age have such a firm body? It wasn't possible! "Just because I'm old and one of the world's strongest fighters doesn't mean I'm no longer human. Seeing one of those for the first time in years, then being felt up like poultry at a meat market... my body involuntarily reacted. So don't flatter yourself, big stu- st- STOP!"
He did jerk his hand back when she snapped at him. Did he actually TOUCH her? He did; he'd felt how soft and pliable her pussy lips were. Wetness clung to his fingertip. "Uhh... sorry, I-"
"Sorry?!" she flung at him. "You're robbing the grave here, stupid! Think about what you're doing, will you?!"
"But I- I've never seen one before, not for real, and- and..."
Genkai remained quiet for a moment as Yusuke's finger traced its way from her asshole to the beginnings of her other opening. He'd guessed the features down here would look like a dried-up old prune - like it would fit the motif. But she didn't look much different than the girls in the porno mags. He caught sight off his member, standing at attention and hovering over the nude scene below. Slowly, he slid two fingers inside, just far enough to feel if it was any different than the outside.
"NNnhhh!" she gasped, entire body tensing, trying in earnest to throw him off - the first time she had since he pinned her. He knew she was getting desperate now, as normally she wouldn't bother if she didn't really think she could escape. "Nnno, no, don't, you ungrateful shit! I- I can't- this isn't right, you can't do this to me!"
His eyes were wide as saucers - his fingers were almost all the way inside her. When she moved, they'd slid right in - and he could feel her inner walls, slick, pliable, taut. Her heartbeat was echoing around them as he felt deeper and deeper, and he felt his own jump into his throat - this was insane! How could they be doing this?
But "they" weren't - he was. He was on top of her, had her pinned. Granted, in any other circumstance she'd tell him she deserved what she got for letting him best her, but this wasn't the same. Experimentally, he released her wrists.
Instantly, they flew to the ground, and she pushed upright. But Yusuke's legs were still pinning hers, and she sort of smacked her head into his abdomen, which threw them both off-balance; a moment later, she was flat on her face again, and he was lying on top of her.
"No points to me for success," Genkai rasped out. "But... oh wow, that thing is hard..."
He couldn't bring himself to move at all - not even knowing that his meat had become sandwiched between her buns. "Genkai..."
"No, don't," she breathed quietly; her voice was so close, so uncharacteristically warm. "You... let me go, I felt you do it. Now I don't have to turn you into a pile of dust. But... but I don't know what else to do."
Yusuke moved slightly; he felt her smooth, soft skin and toned muscles against his throbbing instrument. Her breath was coming as fast as his. "Neither do I. What... this is all kinds of messed up."
"From the intensity of your reactions, I'm guessing you're... a virgin." Yusuke couldn't answer her, and she chuckled - and it was suddenly a light, flirty sound. "What's the matter? Gun-shy?"
"What about you?" he fired back, not really feeling what he was saying; it was too bizarre that his balls were resting on her bush. "I'm guessing you don't sleep with enough of your students to get the routine down pat?"
"Oh, I've slept with plenty... in my younger days. But none of them were just out of diapers before." She tried her best to turn her head and look at him, but she only ended up showing him a hint of the profile. "Boy... I don't think we're ready for this. You're too young, and I... have gone without for too long. We should practice first."
"Practice?"
"You with Mr. Hand," she grunted, trying not to involuntarily grind into him, "and me with Mr. Big Purple Disembodied Schlong. He's been tucked away for safe keeping many years now."
"What?!" he exclaimed, pushing off her a few inches. "You mean you have a, a..."
"Dildo. It's a real word, you can say it."
"Okay, fine." He was in no way "fine", but he could fake it. "But then, why haven't you been using it?"
"Eh. When you get to be my age, there's no point anymore; just feels like watching the same television rerun for the hundredth time."
Yusuke swallowed, not really wanting to ask his next question - but he had to. "Then... why were you so wet when I saw you before if this is all old hat?"
Her muscles tensed - which he felt along his shaft. He moaned involuntarily, pressing his hips down into hers, and he felt her entire body arch. "Because of... that. Your youth, and naivety - and the size of that thing! It's got to be almost a foot long!"
And then, without knowing why he was doing it, he was sliding slowly downward. When he felt the tip of his head brush her bush before thwacking into the floor, she hissed, "Wait, don't!"
"What?"
"Listen, boy." Her head was a lot closer to his now, and when he tilted over she whispered into his ear, sending fresh shivers down his spine. "I know it's not your strong suit, but I want you to stop and think: is this what you really want?"
Not that he knew much about this kind of thing, but her voice was so rich with lust and anticipation that even if he didn't want it, he would have pretended he did just to heighten her desire. But he didn't have the strength to lie. In lieu of actually telling the wrinkled old lady that he really was in heat, that the part of him ridiculous enough to want to bang her old-yet-youthful body was drowning out his better judgment, he muttered, "Um, I, uh, don't have any condoms..."
"What for?" she laughed. "Trust me, your magical seed isn't going to make me any less menopaused."
"Dammit, this is- I..." Yusuke gulped, pushing the side of his head against hers, feeling her nearnesss, trying to figure out what it meant. "Genkai..."
"Do me a favor and make up your mind soon," she breathed, and he felt her hips twitch beneath him. "'Cause in all honesty, I'm going to go dig out that dildo if you don't do its job in the next few seconds."
Inexplicably, the mental image of the drenched lips he'd touched earlier accomidating a big purple facsimile was enough to make him decide.
"HnnnAAAAHHHH!"
Her moan was almost as delicious as the feeling of her surrounding his hardness. As he reached the back of her, he felt her legs slide open to admit him, pants bunched around her ankles now. It was so warm! Unable to truly believe this, he leaned back and stared down, only to see it was very real; her firm, rounded little behind was enveloping him, pushing right against his hips. Her legs were shorter, so he had to squat slightly, but everything still worked just fine. Without wasting any time, he began to pull out.
"OoohHHh," she moaned loudly, head trying to burrow into the floor. "That's amazing, that - WOW, you've been holding out on me, smartass!"
"Your ass is smarter," he said, not even sure if that made sense. His thumbs worked their way into her crack, and he looked at it - perfectly round, dark, puckered little hole. It also gave him a nice view of just how taught he was stretching her other one. One of his hands pulled gently at a pussy lip while the other started pushing a thumb into her clenched, toned backside.
"No no no NO!" she ranted, arms flailing slightly. "Not there, I... I never have, don't know if I'd like it!"
Secretly, he guessed she would; the old witch seemed to be up for anything. Or was she really? Was she doing all this for his benefit? He knew for sure he liked what was happening - though he would have chosen vastly different circumstances. And partners. But his current partner's muscles were so firm and fluid, her skin smooth. Reaching down, he whipped her pants the rest of the way off, then picked up her legs and spread them as wide as possible as he held her aloft, ploughing into her.
"NNGH!" she grunted. "Oh, Yusuke, Yusuke! That's it - drill me! Pound into me!"
"Are you sure you can take this?!" he managed to get out. She only laughed, but it was the most obscene laugh he'd ever heard.
"Fighters like it rough!"
He went at it like that for a while, content to slam into her relentlessly. It was amazing - everything about it! Then, with surprising speed, she rolled over in midair, still with him inside her, so they were facing each other.
Somehow, full of rosy color and shining with sweat, she didn't seem like such a wrinkled old hag anymore.
"Take off those pants," she demanded, and he did; he had to pull out of her to get them down and off, though. When he returned his attentions to his mentor, he saw she had disposed of her tunic, as well.
"Like what you see?" she asked as she cupped each of her modest, drooping breasts in one hand. They weren't as saggy and worthless as he'd pictured them, either, but what really threw him was the size of the nipples; inordinantly large for such a slight chest, they stuck straight out - much the same as his cock did, hungering for attention. "Maybe if you're a good little boy this year, Santa Claus will give Auntie Genkai a lift and some implants."
"They're fine," he muttered as his lips wrapped around one of the nipples. She moaned, hands winding into his hair, and he passed his own down her smooth back and onto her behind, squeezing. "This is nice."
"Glad you approve," she sighed into his hair. "Now get on me; life is too short to spend on too much foreplay."
With that, for the fist time facing each other in earnest, Yusuke penetrated his teacher.
"YES!" she crowed, legs shooting straight up so her tiny feet rested against his cheeks. "Rape the shit out of me, you stupid bastard!"
Though he wasn't sure how to take such an offensive phrase, everything else seemed very obvious. Every inch of him was inside her, and he pulled them all out and pushed them right back in again, feeling her legs spasm, her back arch. Once he found his rhythm, he watched her boobs bounce up and down, nipples waving around in the air until her wizened hands caught them up, squeezing herself as she shouted his name. Panting, he reached down to her folds and found a small thing that looked like a pencil eraser at the top; when he touched that, her entire being jerked.
"Don't touch that - it's too much, I- I c-can't take that much stimulation!"
But the shocked look on her face, the way it mingled with her desire and pleasure, only made him want to see more of it - see his venerated instructor lose control, let everything run wild. He settled his thumb against it and continued thrusting, and she was a woman transported, writhing, cursing aloud and wrapping her legs around his torso as if trying to drive him yet deeper into her recesses.
"YES, YES, YESSS!" she called out, hands still squeezing and pinching her nipples as her neck stretched out, breath coming in ragged gasps. "Do it! Fuck me hard, Yusuke, give it to me!"
"Genkai!" he moaned himself, unable to keep the word from his lips though he'd rather have called just about anybody else's name.
"I'm coming! I'm coming already, dammit but you're thorough!"
"Me too!" He was; he hadn't even noticed his climax building until it was almost upon them. With a grunt, he resituated himself so he was thrusting even more up and into her slick cunt, balls slapping against her ass audibly. "I'm gonna come all up in you!"
"YES! Fill me up, paint my insides! YUSUKE!!!"
And a crazy thing happened; as they built toward their end, as his seed spurted deep within her and her moans became louder and louder, he saw all her skin begin to grow taut, her features soften. Was he imagining things? It was as if she were decades younger, more fresh-faced. Even her hair regained color, and he saw it had been pinkish before the grey took over. Her voice, still moaning, became less gravelly. She was beautiful.
Then they were on the floor next to each other, gasping for breath as they stared at the ceiling.
"Hot damn," Yusuke grunted.
A weak chuckle. "Yeah. I've had way worse - even Toguro wasn't as good as I thought he'd be."
"Wha?"
"Nevermind."
When he looked over at her, she still looked younger to him - but not quite as youthful as when they were at the height of passion. As he gawked, amazed, her features softly reverted to the form he had grown to be so familiar with over the months. Though he'd thought he was beginning to hate the sight of her, maybe the only part he earnestly disliked was what she represented: someone pushing him, refusing to let him be lazy and do things at his own pace. Then again, it was exactly what he needed to do his job.
And maybe, in some small way, the unexpected release they'd just helped each other find was what they both needed more than anything.
"Come on, boy," she grunted, pushing up on her elbows. "Back to training."
"Training, eh?" he said in a lewd, teasing voice as he put a hand on her thigh. Instantly, pain was exploding in his knuckles from where she had struck him. "HEY!"
"What, you think one quick roll in the hay lets you off the hook? Lots of ground to cover if you're going to learn anything." Then she was on her feet, dancing back and forth. "We'll see if you can stay focused when your opponent is a naked lover."
Already he was having trouble with that, watching her not-so-aged parts move to and fro, remembering what they'd felt like. "How can you be all business after what just happened? Aren't you wiped?"
"Hah!" she barked, hands on hips. "Yet more reasons for you to learn the Spirit Wave as soon as possible, Yusuke. With my pent-up reiki, I can go all night. And I do mean ALL NIGHT."
She leapt, and her legs were wrapped around his head; he could smell the sweetness of her, taste it as she ground her lower lips into his. Then he was on the ground and she was standing over him, laughing.
It certainly was going to be a long apprenticeship - and for the first time since he'd signed up, he was looking forward to it.
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