Ju-Jutus + PIC

Late in the afternoon, I found myself standing in front of the small, somewhat run-down martial arts club on the outskirts of town. Jan had texted me the night before to say that a local judo and jiu-jitsu club had invited me as a ‘celebrity guest’ for a promotional event. I was to join in the training session wearing my trademark red bikini. It would be a relaxed training session with photos and videos for the club’s Instagram page.

I’d agreed straight away. It sounded sporty, fun and a good opportunity to show off my red bikini again.

I wore my bright red triangle bikini with just a light tracksuit top over it. When I entered the hall, I was surprised: there were only lads and men there – about 18 to 25 of them, aged between 18 and 35. Not a single woman. The club was probably very small.

The coach, a friendly man in his mid-40s, gave me a warm welcome.

“Lisa! Great to have you here. The lads are absolutely buzzing. We’re doing a relaxed training session today with you as our guest. We’ve already handed out the red fan glasses – for the promotional photos, so everything looks nice and uniform.”

The lads grinned and nodded. Many were already wearing the red glasses. Jan stood in the corner with his camera and waved to me.

“Let’s get started,” said the coach. “First, a warm-up.”

There were no proper lines – they simply spread out around Lisa. Only the direct line of sight to the camera remained clear so that Jan could film everything properly.

Jan came over to her, smiled warmly and spoke very politely:

“Lisa, you’re doing a really great job. Just move freely amongst the lads so everyone can see you properly. That makes for lovely, dynamic shots. And if the bikini’s digging in anywhere, just give it a quick adjust. Keep it all relaxed.”

Lisa nodded. Jan had specially brought her a slightly wider-cut red bikini – almost like short shorts. The fabric fit comfortably and felt high-quality. She thought it was really nice of him that he’d made sure she felt at ease.

“Thanks, Jan,” she said quietly. “The bikini is really comfortable. And… it’s actually a bit exciting to be training with so many boys around me.”

The boys were all really polite.

“Thanks for joining us today, Lisa.” “You look really great.” “We’re really looking forward to it.”

“Right, jumping jacks!” called the coach cheerfully.

Lisa began. Legs together, arms at her sides – then a jump: legs apart, arms clapping high above her head.

On the first jump, her heavy breasts bounced noticeably in the bikini. On the second, even more so. The wider cut helped a little, but her tits still bounced up and down with every jump. The fabric stretched tight, and the bottoms rubbed between her labia with every jump.

Bloody hell, look at this horny slut… her fat tits are bouncing right here in front of all the lads like two plump melons. The fabric is already pressing deep into her wet slit again. Any minute now she’ll stick her fingers in there again and pull her cunt open, whilst everyone stares straight at her bare, glistening pussy.

Then came the stretches.

Lisa sat cross-legged and demonstrated the first stretch: bending her upper body forwards, arms stretched out long. Then spreading her legs wide and bending deep between them.

As she spread her legs wide, the wider bikini bottoms stretched tight. She bent deep forwards, her chest almost on the floor, her bum stretched out behind her.

Fuck, that arse… she’s sticking her fat, round arse right in the face of all the lads here. The fabric cuts deep into her wet cunt and her arse crack. In a moment she’ll pull it out again and spread everything nicely for the camera, whilst she thinks it’s just a normal stretch.

The men in red glasses saw a completely naked Lisa sitting on the floor with her legs spread wide, her bare arse and her open, glistening cunt thrust out behind her. Her inner labia were slightly pulled apart by the stretch, her clitoris was visible, and a tiny drop of her arousal hung between her legs.

After the individual stretches, the trainer called out: “Now partner stretches! Find someone and help each other. Lisa, you’re joining in so the lads can see how it’s done properly.”

The men spread out loosely around me. A tall, well-built bloke in his mid-twenties came over to me. He was polite and respectful.

“May I help you, Lisa?”

“Yes… please,” I replied quietly.

We began with a deep forward bend. I spread my legs wide and slowly bent forward. The wider bikini bottoms immediately cut deep between my labia again. It felt uncomfortable, almost painful.

I straightened up briefly and adjusted the fabric with both hands – this time quite deliberately. I pushed the bottoms slightly to one side and pulled my outer labia apart a little so that the fabric wouldn’t press so hard. After that, it sat in such a way that my labia remained slightly open all the time.

“That’s better…” I murmured quietly to myself.

The boy behind me politely placed his hands on my hips and gently but firmly pushed me deeper into the stretch.

“Is that okay, Lisa?”

“Yes… thank you,” I replied, my voice trembling slightly.

Look at this horny slut… she’s pulling her own cunt apart so the fabric doesn’t pinch her anymore. Now her wet, open pussy is permanently spread. The lads can see every fold, every glistening spot. And she thinks she’s just doing a normal stretch.

To the men with red glasses, it looked as though a completely naked Lisa was standing on the floor with her legs wide apart, bending deep forward and sticking her bare arse and her wide-open, glistening cunt out behind her. Her inner labia were clearly visible, her clitoris slightly protruding, and a tiny drop of her arousal hung between her legs. The boy behind her held her bare hips, his fingers just centimetres from her open slit.

We switched sides. I did the same stretch on the other side. Again, I briefly adjusted my knickers so that my labia remained open.

Next came a partner stretch whilst sitting. I sat with my legs wide apart, the boy knelt between my legs and gently pushed my knees further apart.

“A bit more?” he asked politely.

“Yes… a bit,” I replied.

He pushed my legs further apart. In this position, my vulva was completely exposed. The bikini fabric now lay in such a way that it held my outer labia slightly apart.

Fuck, she’s sitting here with her legs spread wide and holding her own cunt open. The horny slut is presenting her wet, glistening pussy right in front of the boy’s face. And she thinks it’s just a stretch.

The men in red glasses saw a naked Lisa sitting on the floor with her legs wide apart, her bare, swollen labia held permanently open by the fabric, whilst a naked man knelt between her legs and ‘stretched’ her.

By now, my face was bright red. I was incredibly embarrassed, but at the same time I felt a strong, forbidden arousal. So many lads around me, all watching me, all being polite – and yet it felt so intimate and humiliating.

Jan filmed everything with a satisfied look on his face.

“Very good, Lisa. That looks really professional.”

Professional? This horny slut’s sitting here with her pussy wide open in front of twenty blokes and doesn’t even realise it. Perfect.

Finally came the high kicks.

Lisa demonstrated high front kicks, side kicks and roundhouse kicks.

During the high front kick, her leg flew almost vertically upwards. The bikini top stretched extremely tight.

During the side kick, she turned sideways, her leg flying horizontally to the side. The bikini bottoms cut deep into her slit.

With the roundhouse kick, she spun round and kicked out to the side. Her bum stretched out incredibly, her buttocks parting slightly.

Yes, exactly, you little horny whore… every time you kick your leg up, your wet, dripping cunt shows everything. Your arse is wide open, your labia are glistening, and you’re pulling the fabric aside like a professional porn star. The lads are seeing your entire, naked, horny pussy right now, and you think you’re just doing sport.

The men with red glasses saw a completely naked Lisa, jumping and kicking with her legs spread wide. With every high kick, her wet, glistening cunt opened up, her arsehole was clearly visible, and her heavy tits swung freely and heavily.

Jan filmed everything with a satisfied, inwardly lecherous grin.

At the end of the warm-up, Lisa stood there sweaty and flushed. The bikini clung wetly to her skin. She discreetly pulled the fabric out of her crack and smiled somewhat sheepishly.

The boys remained polite and applauded.

Jan smiled warmly on the outside and thought to himself: Perfect, you little horny slut. The boys have just seen your wet cunt and your arsehole in every detail, and you think you’re just doing a harmless warm-up.

By now, my face was bright red. I was incredibly embarrassed, but at the same time I felt a strong, forbidden arousal. So many boys around me, all watching me, all being polite – and yet it felt so intimate and humiliating.

The coach clapped his hands.