First Actual Ballbusting Experience - Part 4

All involved were over 18+

Two more solid hits to my right testicle. The pain radiated to my back and down my right leg. I doubled in half at the waist and down I went into heap again in spite of trying to catch myself with my hand as I toppled. I looked up into her eyes and saw almost child like glee.

She could tell I needed a bit of a break. She came over and put her hand on my shoulder to comfort me. She asked if I was okay. I explained the last several kicks were focused on my right ball. I asked if she could balance the kicks to catch my left ball up to my right one and both moving forward.

Sure, no problem she laughed. She helped me back to my knees. She could tell I needed more time before I would be ready for more. She caressed the side of my face with a towel wiping the perspiration away with her left hand. This small gesture of tenderness gave me a moment. I closed my eyes to catch up with it all. As soon as she saw my eyes close she stretched her right hand around my ball sack and squeezed down grinding both balls against each other.

I did not expect this and yelped in response. She smiled and squeezed harder while pulling and twisting.

I gasped as a new level of pain spread through my nuts, back, and legs. She looked at me with the most tender eyes and grinned as she smashed me a little harder and then released my now red and visually swollen balls.

That is enough of a break she said as she stood up.

I managed to open my eyes just as her foot slammed into my left nut.

Thump! Thump!! Thump!!! Thump!!!

That ought to catch your left ball up to your right ball.

Thump!

Thump!

THUMP!

Thump!

Continued