My first consensual ballbusting experience

This post is a long text heavy one, my apologies. The story cuts off half way through and continues in the comments. If you just want busting you’ll have to scroll down near the middle to bottom. I personally like the whole busting experience, before, during, and after, and I hope you do too. Might be a good story for those of you that haven’t been able to do it with a partner yet.

So, I’ve been hit, kicked, smacked, stomped, punched, crushed, squeezed, kneed, slapped, bitten, etc in the balls more times than I can count. I don’t really do it much anymore which is why I like to write about it now, but I always knew I had a thing about getting hit in the balls, I especially realized it in HS when I got ball tapped by a girl for the first time (a story that I shared here).

It wasn’t until I was a freshman in college that I came to accept I truly had a ballbusting fetish. (That’s a story for another time, but I will share it. We’ll call that girl Carly. For brief context, Carly accidentally hit me in the balls during sexy time and it snowballed from there.)

Tonight I want to share with you the story about the first time I ever met with a woman with mutual consensual ballbusting planned.

So, after the experience I had with Carly I couldn’t stop thinking about how insanely hot it was. I *let* a woman hit me in the groin. I purposefully let her *squeeze and slap my testicles.* She *wanted* to do it. That was so unbelievably hot to me.

I had to do it again, but how?

Well, thank god for Reddit. And this is a while ago, Reddit was more Wild West back that.

But I was browsing dirtyr4r or one of the similar subs and I found a chick, we’ll call her Jen, that was looking to hookup and in my town. Ended up she was from my university, though we had never met.

I DM’d her and we chatted back and forth a bit. We agreed to meet up at a bar we both knew and see how it goes. If things were good we would go back to my apartment. We sexted a few times and I could tell she was kind of a freak and the night before we were supposed to meet I messaged her. I was *so* nervous to bring this kink up, but I wanted to know if there was a chance before we met up since I knew I’d probably chicken out asking in person.

“Hey, this is going to sound weird, but I think I have this…kink, idk, I’m trying to figure it out and maybe you can help….”

My heart was PUMPING when I sent that message lol. Made even worst when her response was…

“……..”

I didn’t respond for a bit. I was so nervous lol. Eventually I did and I chickened out.

“No, never mind, lol sorry, I don’t want to make it weird.”

Then she saved it and taught me a great lesson.

“It wasn’t weird until you said that. Now it’s weird. Make it not weird and just tell me. Worst case I’m not into and say no and we still fuck at least lol”

Ha, I was so fucking relieved.

“Ha, okay, here goes…….I think I like being hit in the nuts.”

*Read*

My heart was *pounding* again waiting for a response. That only intensified when after a couple minutes she finally started typing.

The response.

“HAHAHA WHAT”

“Omg wait. Really?? Why???”

I don’t know what response I was expecting but I guess I could have done much worse than that. I said…

“Lol I mean….I don’t know why, I don’t even know if I actually do….I just think I do. I guess. I’m trying to find out.”

For the first time in my life I was actually talking about this bizarre kink with another human. An amazing feeling.

She asked a bunch of questions, including variations of “why” and “how” repeatedly. I told her about some of the past experiences I had and how I just really wanted to find out if this is an actual kink or what.

Finally, she said, “I mean, look, it’s weird, I’m not going to lie, but we all have weird things I guess. I’ll try it, just tell me what to do and don’t get man when you realize you hate it.”

Fucking deal.

We ended up fast forwarding our date to that night. Skipped the niceties of a bar visit and she came straight to my apartment.

Things were “normal” at first. Huge relief when I saw her and she actually looked like the pics she sent me. Imagine a Jane Margolis from Breaking Bad type. White girl, pale skin, black hair. She came in, sat on the couch, put the office on, we drank for a bit, started making out on the couch, I unbuckle her jeans and slide my hand down between her legs, things are really starting to heat up and we can’t control ourselves and fuck on the couch. I pull out and completely miss her stomach and jizz all over the couch, tomorrow me’s problem.

Afterwards we’re cuddling on the couch a bit and she starts to play with my junk. She gets me hard again and kind of lazily jerks me off for a bit before sliding her hand down to massage my balls.

I ask her, “so, you still think you’ll try that other thing?”

With my balls in her hand she says, “I was just think about that. Are you really sure? Won’t it really hurt? I’ve seen guys get hit in their balls and stuff and like, it looks bad.”

My hearts pounding. I just can’t explain the feeling I felt, excitement, anxiety, pure fear, lust, etc in talking about this with someone while she *held my balls*.

“I mean, I think I like it, the pain. I don’t know, I want to try. I can’t explain it but it’s hot for me.”

She adjusts and seems to start inspecting my balls while rolling them around in her fingers.

“Ok, yea I don’t mind. Just tell me what to do and promise you don’t get mad.” She shifts off the couch so she’s on her knees on the floor, postured between my legs. Each ball rests on the finger tips of each hand. My cock is literally jumping in anticipation.

“Ok…..um. Maybe try squeezing them. Start soft and get tighter and see what I can take.”

“Oh wow, ok. Like just squeeze them like a sponge? ……..Okay.”

She slid her left hand behind my sack and held them up before sliding that hand up into an “OK” shape wrapped around the top of my balls. She placed my balls in the palm of her right hand and wrapped her fingers and thumb around them.

“Ok. Are you sure? Last chance….”

“Uh yea, just do it.”

“Oh my gosh….Okay.” She seemed incredibly nervous.

(Continued in comments)