The Education of Desdemona Belti: Touko 'Dojo' Papillon

[BlackAkuma]

The good news? Dizzy was between Dojo’s thighs. That was where she wanted to be.

The bad news? She was between Dojo’s thighs, but facing the wrong way. Frustrating, that.

Dizzy thrashed about in Dojo’s hold, struggling to find some give, some way out. She was far from the strongest opponent she had ever faced, but the older woman had real lower-body strength, and escaping her like this was no easy task. Everywhere she turned, everywhere she twisted, the woman was all over her.

Okay. Okay, focus. Think about this. There was always a way out, she just had to…

”I couldn't quit if I wanted to, babe.” She stopped thrashing and began moving around, twisting her head in Dojo’s hold. She couldn't pull her head free yet, but she could circle around. ”’Hentai Submission’. You’ve got to make me submit with orgasms.”

She swiveled this way and that, until she had managed to turn her body 180 degrees around, putting her pert, barely clad butt right above Dojo’s face, a sight she sincerely hoped the woman enjoyed. ”And while these legs are hot…”

Dizzy planted her hands on the canvas, dipped down with her legs, and thrust up with them all at once, trying to pull her head free all at once and roll away from Dojo for a quick escape.

[FatCat]

"Sigh, don't remind me."

Touko sighed, irritated, when she heard Dizzy's comments. She really rather wouldn't make her orgasm, even if she had agreed to it. It was frustrating. She raised her arm, thinking that perhaps her slaps could make the girl agree to quit. However...

"Huh? Woah!", Touko yelped when she suddenly saw Dizzy's ass almost falling into her face. And for a moment, Touko just stared at it, blinking.

And before she could respond, Dizzy had already managed to thrust up and save her head from Dojo's thighs, and rolled away.

"H-hey, that's...!", Touko felt her face turning red, irritated at not being able to hold the girl, "... not actually a bad move."

She had to give credit where it was due, that was a nice move. However, she knew she shouldn't stay on the ground for too long. She was not good at grappling, and in a match like this, Dizzy had the advantage. Maybe she could beat her if she got on her feet and pummeled her with strikes.

"A-after all, I expected it. This was all my test, you see, to see if you were a good opponent!", she tried to save face as she slowly got to her knees, trying to get up.

[BlackAkuma]

”Now I’m going to remind you at every single opportunity.”

Honestly, it was adorable. She had found Dojo’s naivety kind of annoying at first, but knowing that it wasn’t an act and that she was genuinely just like this somehow made it so much more endearing. The purity of it, she supposed, like she was getting to corrupt someone who’d been completely innocent up to this point. A rare treat for a heathen such as herself.

It brought a smile to her face, one that was still holding as she squirmed her way out of Dojo’s hold and ade her quick escape, creating some daylight between them. ”Thanks!” She snickered at the reluctant compliment. ”I paid attention to some of my Mom’s lessons, learned a few things.” She pushed up to her knees as Dojo tried to do the same a few feet away. “Like this.”

She came in again, rushing towards Dojo at full speed, her bare feet quickly padding along the matted floor. When she was close enough, she leaped up, opened her legs, and tried to snag Dojo’s head with them and wrap her thighs around the woman’s skull. With that locked in, she fell back, pulled her opponent through, and attempted to send her flying off, pretty-ass-over-teakettle with a hurricanrana.

[FatCat]

Just as Dojo had managed to get up to her feet, she was met with another view. Dizzy's crotch, flying towards her head. The woman barely had time to squeak before she felt Dizzy's legs clamping on her head. Touko stumbled backwards, but managed to support the weight of them both for a moment. However, a blush didn't have the time to creep up on Touko's cheeks before Dizzy fell back and pulled with her. The karateka master flew through the air, once again landing on her back, hard.

"Gaah! Hnngh...", Touko rolled to her stomach as she groaned on the floor. She was taking some hits she really shouldn't be taking. She needed to get control, fast. Touko massaged her bottom a little as it got a hit during her landing.

"Come on... concentrate, Touko...", Touko thought to herself as she tried to gather herself on the floor. Her mind was really not up to the game today, even though the atmosphere should give her a home field advantage.

[BlackAkuma]

Dizzy had to be honest; she wasn’t 100% sure that move would work. She'd done it before, but usually with her mother, who was obviously holding back and could’ve swatted her off like a flea if she’d been so inclined. Finding sparring partners her own size - good ones - just wasn’t the easiest thing.

So it was refreshing when the attempt didn’t end with her noggin getting spiked on the floor and Dojo flying off for a hard landing, as intended. She couldn't resist a quick fist pump, but there wasn’t time for a celebration.

Dizzy rushed in, crawling fast on her hands and knees, reached out, and wrapped her arms around Dojo’s neck, pulling her into a snug choke. At the same time, she brought her legs around the woman’s waist and clamped on, though she wasn’t that concerned with exerting pressure, not that she had much pressure to exert in the first place. No, her main aim was to get her feet near Dojo’s crotch, a target that was made easy to find by her attire.

”Hello, again,” she whispered as she tried to pull Dojo back, her bare breasts sliding into place against the woman’s shoulders. ”Let’s get to know each other a little better, shall we?”

[FatCat]

"I'll get that little gi-", Touko mumbled before feeling the arms of Dizzy wrapping around her throat. Before she knew it, she was pulled into choke. Dojo immediately buckled, knowing she had to get out before the woman could clamp those arms too tight. She was a martial artist after all, and despite her lack of knowledge of grappling, knew that this was not a good place to be. Dizzy's legs clamping on her sides wouldn't make things easy either. However, she soon noticed that Dizzy's arms weren't clamped in too tight. Same thing with her legs. Heh, obviously, the girl made a mistake by allowing her to breath, she clearly wasn't very experienced. Touko's confidence returned.

"Hnngh, good attempt, girl, but as the proverb says... says...", Touko began to say, until she noticed Dizzy's foot nearing her crotch.

"Huh?", she wondered out loud as she saw it and ceased her struggling. Then, she felt Dizzy's clearly bare breasts resting against her shoulders. "Huh?", she let out another surprised noise. She tried turning to look, but felt something soft touch her cheek. If she hadn't blushed before, she certainly did blush now. Perhaps she should have touched the woman when she still could. Then she remembered the foot nearing her crotch.

"O-oh, certainly, we don't need to get to know each other this way, right?", she asked Dizzy, a bit pleadingly. To be frank, despite bragging about it, she somewhat didn't want to have her "qi vitality" training tested right now after all.

[BlackAkuma]

”Says…says…” Dizzy brought her lips to Dojo’s ear. ”Says…what?”

Oh, Ms. Karate Kid had it bad.

Dizzy had been in similar positions with a lot of different women, who’d had a lot of different reactions to be in said position with her, but she couldn't, for the life of her, remember any of them just…freezing like this. It was kind of amazing. She knew she was sexy, she took pride in it, but she didn’t think she could be this effective.

”Oh, we do. We so, so do, Touko.” She whispered the name in her ear like it was a secret. ”More importantly, I think you need to know yourself a little better, and I can definitely…”

Dizzy hand traveled lower and lower, slipping under her gi, until it found a perk little breast to caress. [

”...definitely help with that.” She began to rub her foot over Dojo’s crotch, pressing her sole on the tight material and beginning a slow, sinful rhythm. If you don’t want it, say it. Say you don’t want it.”