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Dojo Low Blow
By Hector's Pup

As an upper belt, I am usually asked to work with the white 
belts.  Our school focuses on self-defense rather than sport 
karate, any particular style, or exotic disciplines.  Because 
I am a husky 5'11", I am the designated "menacer" for training 
people to defend themselves from attacks.  White belts learn 
to do self-defense techniques like breaking away from wrist 
grabs, lapel grabs, chokes, bearhugs, headlocks, and to apply 
wrist locks and joint locks, along with the usual punches and 
kicks.  There was this new woman, Mary, in her late thirties 
or early forties that joined our school to learn to defend 
herself.  Wow, was she a knockout!  She was tall at probably 
5'8" or 5'9".  She was slim overall, short curly light brown 
hair, and large breasts.  At this point, I wouldn't have known 
what size to report to you, but her tee-shirt showed them off 
to be the size of large grapefruits or small cantaloupes.

The regular students wear Gis but new students, until they buy 
a uniform, or until their size is in stock, just wear 
comfortable clothes to work out in.  Mary would come to the 
dojo in sweatpants and tee-shirts.  When we would all be stopped 
to listen to instruction from our sensei, I couldn't help but 
notice her in profile, wondering what it would be like to fondle 
those magnificent breasts.  I'm sure she sensed my excitement 
and embarrassment by it.  It was difficult, however, to tell 
whether she was flattered or annoyed, since she never gave much 
of an indication either way.

The typical class starts with warming up, the second part is 
setwork on basic techniques, and the third part is self-defense 
training.  As much as she wanted to learn all there was to learn 
as fast as possible, there were some building blocks like stances, 
making proper fists, proper foot positions, balance, etc. that 
needed to be refined and worked on before proceeding to the next 
level.  

In self-defense, it is important to train in ways that keep your 
partner safe, but that you play at an intensity level that will 
give the student a look at reality, preparing them to react with 
the appropriate level of chi force in the event of a dangerous 
encounter.  I think Mary was more frustrated with herself than 
with me, when I would try to get her to practice at a higher 
intensity level, once it was appearing that she was catching 
on to her techniques.

After giving her a chance to practice a specific set of responses 
to, let's say a wrist grab, I would suddenly grab her hard and 
try to pull her along, to shock her into the reality of the 
response that would be required by her to get safely away.  One 
such time, Mary tried to shock me back with her level of response, 
after being implored to play at a more realistic level, by giving 
me a pretty hefty palm strike to my sternum.  She looked to be 
pretty proud of herself, but she tried to disguise this by 
apologizing and checking to see if I was all right.  

I tried to shake it off as "no problem" but in reality I was 
concerned about breathing normally for several seconds.

For lapel grabs, there was really no place to grab a lapel with 
her just wearing a tee-shirt, so I would just pinch a bit of 
material between her breast and shoulder with my thumb and the 
side of my curled index finger to represent it.  She was having 
trouble with remembering the different sets for the lapel grabs 
and I told her I'd be happy to stay after, if she wanted, so she 
could work on them some more.  When everyone left except the two 
of us, we were still at it.  She was beginning to get it, but 
not putting the kind of intensity into it that would be required 
to safely control the situation if it had been real.

I took her through each of the individual techniques we were 
teaching at her level including grabs, slaps, punches, kicks, 
and knees to the groin, giving her a chance to try them lightly 
to discover the proper angles, her body mechanics and leverage.  
On a knee attempt, she brought it up in such a way that she moved 
my cup up off of my balls and mildly smashed them up into my body.  
She said, "Are you okay? I'm so sorry."

"I'll be fine."  I managed to force out, as I extended my left 
hand to prevent her advance, while my other went down to readjust 
my cup.  Mary looked to be as pleased with her discovery of the 
effectiveness of the technique, as she was sorry for the condition 
she put me in.  My hand caught her on her right breast, which 
surprised us both.  Out of a new found instinct, she reacted to 
this by brushing my hand away with an upward rising circle block 
and followed up with a firm kick to my groin.  Unfortunately for 
me, my cup was not completely back in place, and the edge of the 
cup rammed into my left nut.  I just wanted to rip the thing off 
and cradle my nuts in my hand for some real protection.  As I was 
going down to my knees, I tried to say, "break, for a moment" but 
I was having trouble breathing so I put my hand out to say it for 
me.  Again, this caused me to paw her other breast on my way down.

"This is great" she said, "You can really make this seem 
realistic." With that she took my hand, stepped, turned, and swept 
her heel into my balls as I was pulling the cup aside.  Now I was 
on the mat for good squirming in a fetal position trying to get 
my belt and Gi-top off.  Now she could tell I was in serious pain 
for real. "Oh-my-god!  What can I do?" she said with serious 
concern.

As embarrassing as it was, through heavy puffing, I said, "I've 
got to get this damn thing off and check to see if I'm OK." 

"Here.  Let me help."

"No.  Please, I'll be OK."  I said but I was having difficulty 
with the drawstring of my pants.  Ignoring my plea, Mary knelt 
down on the mat, pulling my knees apart so she could position 
herself right between my legs, started to untie the string, 
pull off my pants, and pull the cup up my legs as gently as she 
could.  I guess I did need the help right at that time, but this 
new student was becoming a lot more familiar with me than I was 
comfortable with at that very moment.  My hands immediately went 
to my balls over my briefs.  It was slightly comforting to have 
them safely in my grasp, but there was a throbbing pain which 
wouldn't subside, and this gave me reason for concern.

"I'd be happy to check them for you." Mary said in a sweet way.  
She put a hand on each of mine and tried to gently but firmly 
remove my hands from my groin.  When she met with my resistance, 
she said, "Pretty embarrassing, hunh!  I'll tell you what, I'll 
take off my tee-shirt, and you can take a look at what you've 
been wanting to have in your hands ever since I came to this 
place."  When I turned redder and just stared wide-eyed at the 
prospect, she slowly crossed her arms across her front, grasped 
the tail of the tee-shirt and slowly pulled it over her head and 
off in one continuous motion.

There they were in all their glory, supported by a substantial
bra.  The loose fitting tee-shirt did not do them justice.  I 
kind of scooted back a few inches and propped myself up first 
to my elbows then with my hands fully extended behind my back 
to the mat.  For an instant, I completely forgot the throbbing 
pain in my groin.

She walked on her knees closer so she would be able to reach 
the waistband of my underwear and I kind of flinched with 
hesitation.  "Okay then."  She said, and reached in back and 
undid the clasp holding her bra in place.  With a lit bit of 
tease, she held the cups in place with her hands and twisted her 
upper body slightly from side to side a couple of times keeping 
her head and hips in place.  My eyes followed her hanging tits 
when she lowered her hands and approached me on hands and knees, 
she pulled my briefs down and then off my legs while I was 
totally distracted by her squeeze-able breasts.

Now an urge in my loins was joining the throbbing pain and her 
touch, first lifting my erecting penis out of the way, pushing 
me back down to the mat, and gently lifting, rolling and 
inspecting my swelling gonads, she was driving me to want a 
release even through the pain I was experiencing.  

"They look like they are angry at me.  Do you think they are mad 
at me?"  She said, referring to my balls in the third person.

"No, this was just an unusual chain of events, right?"  I said 
for them.  "Do they look like there is any damage from where you 
are?"  I said for myself. 

Mary lifted her left knee over my right thigh, followed by her 
right so that she was kneeling facing my groin from my right side.  
She pinned my cock against my abdomen to hold it out of the way 
with her forearm while she lifted and cradled my balls with her 
hands.  Her left tit was hanging down and begging me to touch it.  
Without thinking, I placed the palm of my fingers from my left 
hand on the nipple and areola, and lightly rubbed. 

Mary looked around at my face.  "My, aren't we brave, considering 
what just happened the last time you grabbed my chest." She said, 
I hoped in jest. 

With that I quickly pulled my hand away and apologized.  

"Oh, it is quite all right.  You are being gentle."  She said.  

I took this as a signal to put my hand back onto the object of 
my lust.  Mary closed her eyes and started to moan.  Then she 
leaned down and hugged my cradled balls to her left cheek, 
pinning my hand between her breasts and my stomach.  All I was 
able to do was squeeze and knead her breast.  As I did so, she 
subconsciously started to squeeze my balls, nuzzling her cheek 
against them and sinking deeper onto me.  The pain was coming 
back from her doing this, and I started to double my body to pull 
away from her passion.

"Uh, Mary."  I said with some urgency, as I tapped her backside, 
now sticking obscenely straight out, now that she had parted her 
knees for greater balance, to let her know that "I give". 

When you tap your partner, it is the signal to stop the technique 
they are applying due to the pain it is causing.  However, Mary 
being new, either wasn't familiar with it or just didn't remember, 
so she said, "Oh.  Sure.  I'm up for that."

Now, she understood me to mean that I wanted her to pull down her 
pants, which she proceeded to do to my amazement.  Now with her 
sweatpants pulled down to her knees, I had the obvious invitation 
to touch an area I had no dream of exploring.  I was in dreamland 
while I felt the contours of her well toned bottom and upper legs.  
She moaned as I felt the wet area of her panty encased ass.  She was 
now firmly holding my balls and nuzzling the side of her face along 
the underside of my cock.  The throbbing was gone but a dull ache 
persisted, so any nudging by her head still sent shocks of pain 
to my stomach and had me lurch in the direction of bringing my head 
to my knees.

As if to get in on some of this action, Mary stopped and proceeded 
to pull her panties down to her knees and straddled my face, sliding 
the waistband of the pants and panties under my head, by so doing, 
keeping me in place.  It was clear what my job was at this point 
and I started exploring her snatch with my tongue.  Now I had both 
hands free to heft her breasts hanging free in front of her.  Mary's 
forearms rested along my upper thighs for balance while she kissed, 
nuzzled and kneaded my groin area.  When this was too rough, I would 
lurch into her snatch.  She quickly learned to use this reflex on my
part to orchestrate a noisy, squirming orgasm all over my face.

For a few moments, she just held my body trapped by hers while she 
recovered her composure.  I lay there motionless inventorying the 
events that had led up to this moment, concerned about the pain in 
my groin, and frustrated from not having had any release for this 
excitement.  Then she undid my head from the sling of her pants, and 
laid down along my left side, leaning on her left elbow. She snaked 
her left hand under my left thigh and grabbed my scrotum from the 
underside, sending my balls to the end of the sack, and started 
stroking my penis with her right hand, paying particular attention 
to the underside of the head with the pad of her thumb.  I wanted 
to touch her breast again, but she was just a little too far from 
me for that.  Laying on my back, it was difficult to see her 
magnificent body as she slowly and steadily brought me closer to 
relief, so I clumsily propped myself up on my elbows to better 
connect with her.

As my body stepped up its reaction to her hands, she repositioned 
herself for how she planned to send me over the top.  Now she was 
between my legs, which she propped on her shoulders driving them 
with my knees toward my face.  Her hands now came around my legs to 
rub my cock against my abdomen while she took my aching balls into 
her mouth and tongue bathed them.  That was it!  It was all she 
wrote.  Despite the pain, I shot the biggest load in my memory up 
my chest to my chin.

Mary slinked up to my left side, looked at me with her head propped 
up from the mat in her right hand, and her left hand just lightly 
cupped my churning groin.  "They still seem to work okay, it seems 
to me."  She said gleefully.  "I think I could get this training 
down pretty quickly if you would continue to train me extra hours 
like this.  What do you say?"

What would you say if you were in my Gi?