Busted by my conservative friend Tara. (True Story, Short)

Another true story from my college days. I’ve told part of this story in a request one time but never fully wrote it out, so here you go. I had this friend named Tara. I had only hung out with her in a couple small group settings. She was attractive enough though. She was a little on the tall side for a woman at 5’8” (I’m 6’1”). She had green eyes and shoulder length, straight, dirty-blond hair. She was fit and thin with modest sized breasts.


To be honest, I was never really that interested in her sexually, so we weren’t very flirty. You see she was very conservative and gave the appearance of being very straight laced. She attended church every Sunday without fail and to me that screamed “boring in bed.” Me with my kinks, that took her off my radar.


One night, I was out at the bars with a small group of friends and she came up and gave me a hug. I was a little surprised to see her as we didn’t hang out with her that often. After the hug she stepped back, turned and gave me a massive sweeping backhand to the balls. She had completely caught me off guard. By this time, most of the women in my friend group knew about my ballbusting fetish, so I was getting random busts once or twice a month from various female friends but I didn’t think she knew about it. And if she did know, I never for a second thought she would ever act on it.


Well the smack completely caught me by surprise and with its full intensity going completely unblocked, making direct contact, it took the wind right out of my sails I doubled over in pain immediately groaning. The pain had me hunched over for a good ten minutes. Never would have imagined she, of all people, could be so devilish. What made it even hotter was what came next.


While I was still hunched over, still recovering from her testicle assault, she bent over so her face was inches from mine. She grabbed my chin to be sure she had my full attention and asked me, "How are your balls doing?”


“Uhhh, they hurt,” I replied, slightly embarrassed that she bested me and I was still in great pain.


Then with an icy, stern delivery she then told me, “I don't want a single moment tonight where your balls don't hurt." She quickly swatted at my balls again but I was able to deflect much of the impact. It still reawakened the pain in my balls from her first hit though and I groaned and hunched over once more. “I don’t want to see you upright,” she said as she turned to get a drink from the bar.


For the rest of the night, if she ever saw me walking upright she would try to go in for the hit. Nothing too serious like her first hit (now that she was on my radar, I was always on my guard around her). Most of her attempts I dodged but a couple of smaller hits she was able to land as the drinking went on. Such a fun night to have my nuts pretty much continuously aching and from a least expected source.



**Bonus**: Now that I saw her as a ballbusting goddess, it opened the floodgates to flirting and sexting. In one sext message she told me that if we ever hooked up in real life that we should do it doggy style. She told me she would reach back, grab my nuts, and squeeze until I either unloaded into her or I cried for her to stop. She was a natural ballbuster.