The girl always wins!

All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.

Tired and out of breath, I approached the main road traffic lights on the way home from my Sunday afternoon run. Since no cars were close, I decided to run across at red. Just when I was about to leap onto the concrete, I noticed the cute redhead, around my age, waiting at the opposite side of the street. When I saw her faint, curious smile and her eyes gleefully wandering down my body, I instantly stopped.

I was very aware of why girls gave me these stares, especially on runs. It was not my general athletic, muscular physique, underlined by the white, tight muscle shirt, that ensured me this female attention. At least, not only. The center of interest was further down, perfectly at display in the skin tight, blue running shorts. Just as the redhead right now, the majority of girls rather bluntly looked down at my crotch and the rather detailed outline of my massive package. Needless to say, I fucking loved it.

To my left, a small concrete barrier separated the pedestrian road from the street, about a foot high. Pretending to stand in a more dynamic, comfortable waiting position, I placed my left foot on the barrier and pulled my knee outwards, pushing out my hip a bit to perfectly present my male pride. With my hands on my hips, I began circling my pelvis as if I was doing some light stretching and loosening my muscles.

If she even tried, the girl totally failed to hide her fascination. A wide smile parted her lips before she lifted her hand to hide her mouth. Not even for a second, she stopped staring down right at my manhood. In a rush of confidence, I lifted my chest and pushed my hip out even more.

The sensation of the tight fabric on my cock that was pressed against my horizontal left thigh and my huge balls trapped in a solid package below, forced itself to the center of my attention. In combination with the pretty and obviously attracted girl inspiring my imagination, I instantly got horny and felt my cock slowly inflating.

Suddenly, the redhead chuckled and pressed her hand against her mouth even harder. Just in that moment, something hard smashed right into my unsuspecting testicles from below, with surprising momentum. I was stunned by the cruelty of the impact and the loud *thud*, even before the pain really hit me. When it did, after a split second of brutal anticipation and raging confusion, I instantly went down.

The initial rush of pain was unimaginable. With my legs spread and the tight Lycra holding my large balls in place, they had absorbed the full blow, pinned against my pelvic bone with no chance of escaping. Waves of crippling agony emerged from my manhood and radiated into my stomach, while I rolled into fetal position, tightly clutching my meaty pair that screamed in complaint.

The glimpse I got of the redhead while I went down was extremely humiliating. She was laughing at me with such cruel and openly displayed malicious joy. I still didn't really understand, why not even the sweetest girl ever felt bad for openly laughing at a guy who got his sexual organs hurt in public.

When I found a position on my side, that was - at least somewhat - comforting, I laid eyes on a pair of sexy, black platform boots right behind me. Stunned, I let my eyes wander up to find a set of perfect thighs and a very short denim skirt. I could even get a glimpse at my tormentor's white panties from my position, tightly hugging her superior crotch.

"Daniel, long time no see!", a very familiar voice that made my heart skip a beat or two, exclaimed cheerfully. "Still showing off your elephant balls, I see?" The following cute, amused giggle took me down the memory lane.

Sally had moved into town and consequently my class during senior year in high school, four or five years ago. It hadn't taken her more than a week or two to introduce ballbusting as the new favorite activity of basically all the girls there. Soon after, every single guy in the school had kept his hands tightly clutching his groin in the hallways or yard. If someone happened to be careless, it didn't take long for a lucky girl to sneak up on him for a kick, uppercut, or at least a nice, rough tap.

While nearly every girl happily accepted and participated in the new dynamic, everyone knew exactly that it was Sally, they had to thank for this. She was amazingly well connected and popular among the girls. The guys just called her "Queen of the ball ache". She really did own every dude's balls, and anyone who hadn't accepted this early on, got the lesson of his life from her.

When Sally had kicked me in the nuts for the first time, she was visibly impressed by my package. The second time, she sneaked up on me, swung her palm up into my groin from behind and squeezed the hell out of my balls for minutes, fascinated by how she was barely able to get her hand around them.

From that day on, I had been her favorite target. While it was a curse on one hand, I couldn't help but feel honored. Her sex-open, teasing comments soon had ensured me the status of the notoriously largest pair in school. "Elephant balls!" was one of the more common exclaims that Sally would yell out triumphantly after flooring me.

At first, it had obviously been hard to cope with that girl in my life. But the last year of high school passed, and suddenly, she was out of my life. It had been this moment, where I realized that I had fallen in love with her and her bratty attitude. Every time I jerked off, I recalled the countless moments where that crazy bitch had decided to take advantage of my massive testicles for her entertainment. Good lord, I had missed it.

Now, rolled into a tight ball at the side of the road right in front of her sexy boots, clutching my aching nuts and listening to her excited giggle that had not changed a bit, I felt like in a wet dream. After an awkward moment of silence, I tried to say something, but all I could come up with, was a long, desperate moan.

"That bad? You used to be able to take a lot more." Sally teased me, making it very clear that she remembered every bit of our previous relationship. With a sweet, innocent voice, she continued "Anyway sor-ry about that... but how could a girl resist giving these water melons of yours a little smack? Also, you're obviously asking for it, wearing these pants."

Sally giggled again. The sweet sound made my heart race. I rolled a bit further onto my back to look up at her face. She was even more beautiful as I remembered her. Tall, with long sexy legs, an amazing rack and a face of natural perfection framed by dark, curly hair... every guy had to worship her. At least up to the point, where she turned all that desire and sexual energy into humiliating defeat and crippling agony.

A car stopped at the traffic lights that had finally switched, followed by a honk and some female laughter and cheering, muffled by the car. Sally suddenly leaned down, grabbed my wrist and softly pulled at it to urge me to get up. Her full, round boobs nearly jumped at me from her blue, revealing top. The pointy nipples visible through the fabric made it very clear that she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Come ooon you're embarrassing me." Sally grinned, as the second car approached. With one hand being pulled up by her, I complied and slowly struggled to my knees, and then onto my feet. Just when I had placed my second foot on the floor and began straightening up, the redhead who had crossed the street, sack-tapped me from behind. Bent over and with my knees spread for stability, her slap connected perfectly with my testicles, held in place by the tight shorts.

"Ouuughh..." I grunted in surprise and sunk back down onto my knees. My face turned bright red, as the girls blurted out in laughter.

"Sorry, sweetie... I just couldn't resist." the redhead giggled and hurried away before I was able to complain or blame her.

"Hahaha, I told you!" Sally just laughed on. Not allowing me a moment to deal with the pain inflicted by the other girl's palm, she urged me onto my feet and pulled me in for a tight hug. Very aware of my - at least - half-boner, I tried to keep my hip back and away from her, but the girl pressed herself against me without hesitation, forcing her thigh in between my legs. When her tough denim skirt pressed my cock and balls against my pelvis, I let out a soft, involuntary gasp. Getting a boner in these shorts was terrible. There was just no way to hide it.

Desperately, I tried to escape the hottie, but she clung to my body without mercy. I swear that she even swayed her hip just so slightly, grinding the rough cotton skirt against my throbbing dick. In combination with the pulsing ache in my testicles, I actually could've cummed right there and then. Or would have to, in a matter of seconds...

"Nooo.. please..." I quietly begged, desperate, as my cock continued hardening at increased speed. Sally, with an expression of false innocence let go and stepped back, her hands still on my shoulders and mine on her waist.

"Noo...?" her eyes wandered down and halted at my crotch. "Ohh?! That's naughty! Has no one taught you any manners these past years?"

Her faint, suppressed smile made me look right through her annoyed act, and I knew exactly, what was about to happen. But it was way too late. I felt the twitch in her body, before I even tried to get my hands down for protection. Looking down in shock, I watched her bare, sexy knee perfectly crashing into the large, distinct bulge, flattening it like a pancake.

Although the knee thrust was a lot more play- and merciful as the first kick, it added up to a pain just as defeating. With a grunt, I bent over and plunged right into her large tits with my face. My hands slid down to where her waist curved into that wonderful butt of hers before I managed to bring up the strength to support my body. While waves of agony shook me, and the girl's laughter her tits in my face, I was in absolute heaven. After a few joyful seconds, Sally placed an index finger under my chin and lifted my head to look at her face.

"Wanna have a few drinks at my place? It's right around the corner." Despite how sudden the invitation came, I nodded before she even finished her sentence. Not only because being alone with her was subject of nearly every fantasy I've had in years, but also because *not* running another mile through town with my raging boner, was much preferable.

When I hobbled away from the street next to my dream girl, I couldn't help but wonder, how many cars had passed us and passengers looked at our little roadside show. My cock was rock hard, and not even with both hands I was able to hide my excitement. After all, this situation was my fault. I had wanted to show off my package in that elastic, tight shorts that was at least two sizes too small. It was female attention, I wanted, and that is exactly what I got. Unfortunately, all I was exposing to, and teasing the girls with, was my striking male vulnerability.

Twenty minutes later, I stood in Sally's shower, rather tipsy and with an absolutely relentless boner. Her apartment had actually been right around the corner. Upon arrival, we almost instantly did a couple of shots, while chatting and catching up what was going on in our lives. The booze really helped me to loosen up a bit. After all, getting a hard surprise kick in the balls from my high-school crush had left me rather nervous and tied-up. With the booze and the comfort of the shower, all the tightness suddenly turned into excitement and raging desire.

I dried myself up and looked at the tiny pile of clothes on the floor, with a sigh. Since my underwear and the shirt felt a bit damp from sweat, I decided to leave them there for now. What was left to put on, was only the tight, blue shorts. Without underwear, the outline of my package was even more distinct. The idea of stepping out to the *queen of the ball ache*, with her favorite target so provocatively presented, ranged somewhere between frightening and absolutely tempting. I sighted again and opened the door.

Sally sat on one of her three bar stools, leaning backwards with both elbows behind her back on the counter separating the kitchen and living room. She had put on a red bath robe that made me instantly wonder, how many clothes she was wearing below. One of her long, sexy legs rested on the other, her right, bare foot faintly bobbing up and down in front of her. The red robe parted right at the top of her thigh, exposing enough leg that I could tell that she was not wearing her denim shorts anymore.

We stared at each other for a couple of seconds. Had we not been quite tipsy at this point, the moment of open fascination for each other's body would've been quite awkward. But to be honest, I didn't care anymore if she noticed my boner that was about to tear through my shorts. Biting her lower lip, Sally's eyes scanned every bit of my body. When I approached her, I even noticed her trembling a bit.

"David..." she said in an unsteady, breathy, and insanely sexy voice. "I have a confession to make."

"Oh...?" I replied, stupidly, standing a few feet in front of her. My brain was already competing for blood with my cock - and now fully occupied with imagining, what exactly this red bath robe was hiding.

"But first... boobie shot?" Sally grinned and instantly reminded me of the provocative, bratty high-school girl, I remembered her to be. Obviously, I didn't need a second invitation. Not only had I been too distracted by her knee flattening my nuts, the last time, I had the chance to be close to her wonderful tits. Also, I felt how the alcohol tore down every natural and social barrier between us and our naughty fun.

Sally took a full shot glass and opened the robe nearly wide enough that I got a glimpse at her nipples. I gasped and the throbbing in my cock increased threefold. There was no doubt that no other piece of cloth was covering her tits below the robe. And damn, they looked amazing. Frozen, I carefully observed her placing the glass in between her boobs while pressing them together with both hands. Then she leaned forward, presenting her set-up with a sexy, demanding expression.

I stepped forward, placed myself right in front of her, locked my hands behind my back and slowly and gleefully leaned down towards her tits. The glass was buried deep enough that I had to squeeze my nose in between them. Just when my mouth got hold of the glass, a soft, nearly unrecognizable touch at the bottom of my balls made me shiver in arousal.

I would've thought that I imagined it, if it wasn't for the way I stood in front of her, my groin just over her freely hanging and actively bobbing foot. The sudden realization of the danger to my manhood only contributed to the raging erotic of the situation. After freeing the glass from her firm tits, I straightened up and lifted my chin, flushing down the burning liquor.

Just when I was about to look back down, Sally's bare foot snapped into my nuts. Although the kick didn't really come as a surprise, the initial rush of unfair pain never failed to catch me off-guard. That first second of shock and submission, where you are desperately trying to grasp the severity of the female statement of superiority and dominance. You could never tell how bad it was, until that first wave of agony fully manifested.

Moaning deeply from the pain and arousal, I dropped the glass on the carpet and sunk down onto my knees. Before I got my hands to protect my manhood from behind my back, I sunk right onto Sally's punishing foot with my throbbing package. The girl instantly tensed it, grinding against my testicles with the top of her foot and my dick with her ankle and shin. Since my hands came too late, I placed them on top of her thigh to not provoke her to press harder.

I looked up with a mix of raging desire and desperate submission. We made eye contact and I found the exact matching expression on her face, a beautiful, deep joy in the teasing and busting she was putting me through. Mixed with the wild expression that some girls get from being drunk, she looked more desirable than anything or anyone I have seen before.

Slowly, the beauty leaned down, until her soft tits rested on my hands on the front of her thigh and her face was right next to mine. Her foot still wiggled and ground against my massive manhood, further increasing that mix of agony and throbbing urge that drove me insane.

"I have a confession to make..." she whispered in a breathy voice, hot gushes of air caressing my right ear. I trembled in arousal and anticipation. A short, tipsy giggle escaped her full lips before she managed to put her mysterious act back on. "I love kicking guys in the balls. It makes me so horny. But most of all, I love kicking *you* in the balls. I really missed busting such a nice, meaty pair - and not having to deal with all the crying and complaining."

Her foot withdrew for a second, only to bump into my nuts hard enough to make me twitch and gasp. I was speechless. Actually, none of the things she said surprised me, but having a horny, drunk girl whisper that into my ear, was almost enough to make me cum.

"I have a confession to make, too." I whispered back in surprising confidence. "I love..."

"Getting your balls busted by girls? Duhh..." Sally chuckled while suggestively bumping her foot into my rock hard cock..

"Yeah, but it was you who made me enjoy it. The hottest girl in school constantly getting at my balls and pointing out how large they are... I hated it at first, but now I can't think of anything more sexy. I missed this so much..." I panted in excitement from the open honesty and anticipation of what was about to happen.

"I missed it, too." Sally replied, before suddenly straightening up and continuing in a quite taunting voice from above. "All the guys I met since then were such pussies. And kicking their little peanuts was not that fun. Seeing you present these grapefruits on the street... I was so wet right away."

We looked at each other for a couple of seconds. For some reason, both of us were out of breath, as if we had just been running up the staircase. The sexual pull to the hottie was so strong, I found it physically hard to hold myself back from her.

"Please..." I sighted. "Can I fuck you?" Slowly, I pushed my hands up her right thigh on either side, approaching the wonderful areas hidden by the red robe. The twitch in her sexy thigh warned me of the swift kick to my balls, only a split second before it landed. I grunted and stopped moving up my hands.

"There is something, I want to do first." Sally exclaimed in a sudden determination that didn't allow any reply. "I want to fight you. Just wrestle, you know. If you manage to pin me down, you can fuck me any way, you like."

My mouth fell open in surprise. In one, smooth, graceful motion, Sally stood up, pushed the bar stool to the side, and arched her back and shoulders, relieving herself of the red, elegant robe. It slid down her body like in slow motion, revealing her amazing body inch after inch. The moment, it fully exposed her full, firm breasts was only seconded by when it passed her round, full hips and a bare, perfectly shaven and glistening wet pussy. Without a hint of shyness, she looked down at me with a challenging expression and offered her hand to pull me up.

Absent-minded, I took her hand and placed one foot on the carpet to stand up. Stunned by the sudden bliss of mind-bogging beauty, I realized too late how the nude girl pulled back her right foot as far as the space between her and the counter allowed. When it accelerated towards my groin, it was far too late, to brace. On one knee and one foot, holding her hand, I was wide open where it counted.

The impact was brutal. The pain absolutely crippling. I plunged into the carpet face first, both hands clutching my tortured testicles. Before I could begin whining and rolling around, the nude Sally was on top of me. Effortlessly, she turned me onto my back and placed her left shin on my thighs to pin me there. Then, she pinched my nipples with both hands.

I let out a cut-off scream and moved my hands up to grab her wrists. They only found air. The girl was swift and accurate beyond comprehension. Before I had any chance to actually put on a fight, her fingers dug into the massive bulge in my shorts, marking the indisputable end of every mixed wrestling match.

Of course, Sally didn't stop at the threat. With as little mercy as she had put in her previous kick, she grabbed and pulled, desperately trying to get a good grip and squeeze the cum out of my nuts. It was their size, and thus Sally's inability to get a proper grip around them, that actually allowed me to escape. With a rough shove, I pushed her off me, my left testicle painfully slipping out of her grip.

Sally landed on her back, allowing me a wonderful and yet fearful moment of admiration of her opened, inviting pussy. I could see in her face, how horny and determined she was, because my balls had been too large for her to hold on to. Probably, I should've jumped her right away, but the ache in my testicles and the wild, nude girl going after them mercilessly, made me panic for a second.

Turning and crawling away from her on the carpet, I was just about to jump to my feet and face her, when I felt the back of my tight shorts being grabbed and yanked down. Out of reflex, I spread my legs to avoid losing my only piece of clothes. Of course, this was a bad idea. All it took for my female opponent, was a swift, accurate snap kick. With a yelp, I closed my legs and lost my shorts.

When I turned onto my back and looked up at Sally, she just stood with her hands on the hips and admired the first-time view of my naked body. I let go of my balls and sat up, leaning onto my hands behind my back. The relentless ache in my nuts was a constant reminder of why this was a bad idea, but I was desperate for every second that I was given to recover.

Sally put on a beautiful, sensual smile and began swaying her hips, taunting and teasing me to attack and work for my reward. Indeed, after watching her for a couple of endless seconds, my desperation to get laid exceeded the ache in my testicles, slowly radiating into every organ.

Somehow, I needed to win. If not win, I needed to get her horny enough to stop busting and actually get to fuck. In a near suicidal attempt, I pushed myself up and jumped at her to grab both of her legs. The fact that I wasn't deflected with another kick in the balls proved, that I had surprised her this time.

I just threw myself onto my knees right at her feet, swung my arms around her butt and thighs, and tackled her down onto the thick carpet. Upon landing, I jammed my hands in between her thighs from behind, opened her legs and dove right into her delightful pussy, roughly shoving my tongue into her.

"Ohhhh *YES*!" Sally screamed out in a bright voice of pure ecstasy. To get better access, I pushed myself onto my knees, and moved up a bit. The freedom of the girl's feet instantly manifested in my manhood being trapped between them. I moaned into her pussy without stopping the skillful work of my tongue.

It could've been a few seconds or multiple minutes that our struggle continued. For her, it was a struggle for sexual control, for me one of pure torment. While Sally appeared to try and rub my cock with her feet, her level of preoccupation and the general state of my manhood made it a truly painful foot job.

Then, everything happened so fast that I couldn't claim to have any part in the outcome. After another quick, punishing snap kick, Sally suddenly wiggled her legs out to either side, closed her thighs around my head and turned both of us around, resulting in me on my back, and her kneeing on either side of my head. Before I really got to enjoy the view, she swiftly slid down and without hesitation let my rock hard cock enter her, with a satisfied, joyful pant.

The amazing sensation came so suddenly that my eyes rolled to the back of my head and I sunk back onto the carpet with uncontrollable moans. I nearly shot out my load right away. Consequently, I was almost grateful, when Sally grabbed my exposed balls with both hands and began kneading them roughly.

"Ohhh... good lo..."

"Shut up and fuck me *harder*!" Sally interrupted my moans with a dominant voice, underlining her demand with a slap from the left, exclusively hitting my left testicle. Moaning desperately, I did my best to comply and not orgasm right away. Every time, I halted the rapid bounding with my hip, to get off the edge, one of my balls got a rough slap from the side.

When the girl came - unmistakably - I finally gave in, too. Despite my manhood being a sore, aching mess from the surprise encounter with my high school crush, it was an orgasm that descended from heaven itself. We panted and moaned in desperate competition.

When the orgasm finally ebbed off, I opened my eyes and met Sally's, looking down at me with a somewhat naughty and expecting expression. Suddenly, she clamped down on my balls with both hands and absolutely brutal force. I screamed out, sat up and tried to reach around the girl's nude body to stop her from squeezing my nuts. But all it achieved, was her digging her fingers into my meat even harder. With tears in my eyes, I looked at her happy smile and desperately tapped her tight butt.

"Ooughh, I give up... pleaaase... you win..." Sally laughed out in her taunting, sexy way, gave my nuts a last playful slap and finally let go.

"Of course I win. The girl always wins."