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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?