My First Ballbuster - Part 2 (True Story)

If you haven't read my first story on Ashley then I highly recommend you read it first:

[https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/16is1re/my\_first\_ballbuster\_true\_story/](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/16is1re/my_first_ballbuster_true_story/)

On with the story:

I still think that Ashley and I were a good fit as a couple, but because of the horrible timing of our relationship (with both of us heading away to different universities), there was little chance of our relationship succeeding. Nevertheless, Ashley and I seemed to fill gaps in each other as people. Her being the secluded geeky type of girl that craved having an outgoing friend group that was supportive and knew how to have a good time, and me being a jock who had a large friend group, but didn't share all of their simplistic interests. Ashley was always excited to come over to my friends house and have fun with me and my friends, but she also provided me with someone to talk to about things I never got to tell anyone. As you know from my first story, one of the things Ashley knew about me, that no one else did, was my ballbusting fetish.

Again, I was surprised at how my first girlfriend was so accepting of my fetish. Not only did she genuinely enjoy abusing my balls, but she was also intensely curious as to what got me off about it. Being the ending of our senior year, my friends threw a graduation party at a restaurant for the people in the friend group who had just graduated, including Ashley and I. We were having a really good time, exchanging gifts from our families and telling jokes. At one point my best friend David (Dif IRL name), who was a stereotypical jock (but he was good guy), decided that he would play the "Bangcock" prank on me. He asked me, "Can you name a city in Thailand?" I replied none the wiser to the prank, "What do you mean?" He quickly replied, "Bangkok!" as he darted the back of his hand into my crotch, giving me a harsh sack tap. The group laughed, and I laughed it off saying, "I am so going to get you back for that later." Ashley, however, immediately raised her eyebrow towards me in curiosity. She whispered to me, "Wait, did that just turn you on?", "No, that only works when you do it." I replied, still wincing in pain from the smack to my nuts. For the rest of the party, Ashley would occasionally work her hand between my legs and try to pinch one of my balls between her thumb and index finger. When she did eventually trap one of my nuts between her fingers, I would jolt in my seat trying not to yelp out in pain. After about half an hour of this, I had precum so much that there was a visible wet spot forming on the outside of my pants, which seemed to greatly amuse Ashley. I could tell she really enjoyed flustering me in public, and hey I enjoyed how sadistically she toyed with me as well.

Another day that summer, Ashley and I were hanging out with my friends (I am not particularly certain on the timeline of events because it has been 4 years since), we were riding in the back seat of her car, as she let David drive. Ashley didn't mind driving, but was always willing to let someone else if she didn't have to. (I even drove her back from the city one night and I only had a learner's permit) Anyway, I was laying with my head on Ashley's lap in the backseat. I sat there staring up into her beautiful green eyes, when suddenly I felt her fist come smashing into my balls. She looked down at me with a huge grin on her face as I let out and audible gasp. David must have seen the motion in the mirror and heard my reaction, "Oh my god, did you just hit him in the nuts?" he exclaimed laughing, "Damn bro what did you do to piss her off?" I had to play it off as if I had said something insulting to her earlier and she was getting me back for it. Meanwhile Ashley was smiling trying not to burst out laughing at my expense. I don't remember if it was her laughter, the throbbing pain in my balls, or both, but I had to quickly sit up off of her lap to hide my raging erection.

Another pleasant (or unpleasant) memory of Ashley involved a a time she picked me up from my house one morning. I mentioned in my previous story how Ashley always would park and come running towards me to jump into my arms. Well, that particular morning she decided to switch up her approach. Like always she parked the car as I came around the corner of my house and waited with my arms open to receiver her. Like always she started a sprint towards me with a huge smile on her face. Instead of wrapping her arms around my neck like she usually did when she jumped, I felt her plant both of her hands on my shoulders. I could do nothing but watch as she shot her knee directly into my balls as she jumped. All of the wind was knocked out of my body. (I hadn't had the wind knocked out of me this bad in 4 years of football) And I immediately went to collapse onto the driveway, but Ashley shifted her arms under mine and held me up. She was already laughing hysterically as she screamed with excitement, "Surprise!", "How good did I get them, baby?" The wind still being absent from my body made my response a high pitched whine, "Oh that must have been a good one!" She said seductively, still holding me up with my head rested on her shoulder. I turned my head and laid a kiss on her check to show my appreciation for her "surprise." I made the mistake of telling her my biggest turn on was a surprise shot from her because I wouldn't have the time tense up, but nonetheless my dick was hard and my balls were broken.

I honestly think that I caused Ashley to develop a ballbusting kink herself. Particularly, she liked to surprise my unsuspecting balls in public situations. One hot summer day, we decided we wanted to go to the indoor olympic pool that was downtown in the city's coliseum area. When we got there we were informed that it was 5 dollars a piece for all day access, but there was a water polo practice that was about to take place in an hour. So we didn't have much time to swim, but we figured we would make the most of it.

Weeks earlier Ashley wanted me to go with her to get a new swimsuit, and like the naughty teenagers that we were, I ended up in the Target dressing room 'helping' her try on swimsuits. That was the first time I got to learn Ashley's big secret(s). Ashley, being the shy girl that she was, told me to cover my eyes as she took off her sports bra to try on bikini tops. "No peeking or else!", she said. I knew exactly what "or else" meant, so she probably knew I was about to peek regardless. As I peered through the cracks of my hands, I saw her tits slip from under her bra as if the pressure from the bra had been restricting them for far too long. Her beautiful pink nipples were so perky. I was shocked at how surprisingly big her tits were.(probably just barely D cups) She was an athletically built, geeky girl, and her tits were always hidden behind a sports bra. While I succeeded in pretending that I had my eyes covered, my jaw must have betrayed me as it must have been gaped open. Ashley took notice of this as I felt her hand quickly shoot into my pants, grabbing my bare nuts with a stern squeeze. "Ohhhhh, I'm so sorry...Please let them go!", I begged. My hands shifted from my face to my knees as I began to squat in pain. "Yeah, I bet you are." she said sceptically, covering her massive breasts with her other arm. Ashley continued with trying on swimsuits,and each time she got dressed she told me to look and tell her what I thought. Of course, I told her they all looked great, mainly staring at her cleavage. Each bikini she tried on she gave me a knee in my balls so she could "test" out the swim suit. She finally settled on a bright red bikini top with black bottoms that had a mesh skirt accompanying them. I was more than thrilled by her choice because it showed off her perfect tits to a great extent.

Back to the swimming pool...

We only had an hour so we hurried up and changed in the respective men and women's locker rooms. She slowly got into the pool, and I wanted to show off by doing a backflip into the water. Ashley appreciated my showing of athleticism for her. We swam around for a bit together, I was a good swimmer so I could swim with her holding onto my neck. We reached a corner of the pool that was scarcely occupied, and she decided to surprise me. With her arms rested on one of the pool walls, she lifted up her right leg and shot her foot into my balls. Since she was submerged in water should wasn't able to generate a great deal of force, but she kept her foot on my balls and started smash them with short jabs repeatedly. I was in heaven. I wasn't even worried about other people in the pool seeing. (at least there wasn't a lifeguard on duty that could see down into the huge olympic sized pool.) Through the pain I made sure to keep my legs spread open for he foot to have easy access to my unprotected package. She eventually lifted her foot off of my balls, but managed to slide it through my trunks and to my bare testicles. She attempted to grip my hard penis between her toes as she pumped the sole of her foot into my balls. I was so close to cumming from her ballbusting footjob, but as the pool got more crowded, we decided to get out of the pool. I had to wait a couple minutes to let my dick shrink down though.

Ashley was the best tease I ever dated. She wasn't the type of girl that wanted her boyfriend to constantly show physical affection. If I wanted some "lovin," then she made me earn it. It surprised me how self conscious she was over her breasts. She didn't see them as a beautiful feature, and even went as far as saying she wished she could get breast reduction surgery a few times. This devastated me, I constantly tried to convince her how beautiful they were and any guy would drool over them. I suspect that years of ridicule from jealous female classmates were responsible for her lack of self esteem. Nevertheless, she was stingy with letting me play with her boobs. One day she parked the car at the end of a parking lot, and gave me an ultimatum,"I'll let you play and squeeze my tits for as long as you can, but while you're doing so I get to squeeze your balls as hard as I want." I didn't was a second before I gave her an answer, "DEAL!" She let me slip my hand under her bra and hold her supple breast, and I dropped my shorts to my knees to give her all the room she need to grab my balls with both of her hands. "Ready?", she said, "Go!" While I gently moved my hand around her breast, placing her hardened nipple between my thumb and index finger, Ashley used her right hand get a good grip on my sack, and placed her left over top of my balls. My balls had no where to go when she squeezed down hard. I could do nothing but lay my head against her shoulder as I held onto her breast for comfort. I painful moans made her enjoyment intensify, and her grip only get tighter. I was doing all I could to hold out as long as possible. My legs began to involuntarily shake do to the pain she was inflicting. Seeing this, she eased her grip for a brief moment. I took the opportunity to get a good feel of her perfect breast, running my hand along each tit and giving them a nice squeeze. "Haven't had enough yet?" she asked. I knew she was about to end my pleasure, "Let's see you hang on while I do this!" She singled out each of my balls in her two hands had squeezed very hard. My hand instantly left her bra and went to save my balls. "Okay! Okay! I'm done." She released my nuts and I fell into a seated fetal position against the passenger side door. "Was it worth it?" she asked. I was in too much pain to respond at first, but I was determined to defiantly affirm her tits were worth losing a testicle or two, "Ughhh....Damn right it was worth it." I responded. "Aw, you're so cute baby." she replied. "When you balls are ready, let me give you a reward." I couldn't take much more punishment, I spread my legs open again and she gently picked up by flaccid penis, "Let's see if this guys still works." As she began to jerk me off, my dick wasn't as eager to get hard as usual. "Oh no, looks like we're gonna need to bring in the big guns on this one." Ashley pulled her shirt up and exposed her perfect tits for me to stare at while she jerked me off. "No touching, or I will pop your balls." she demanded, my balls were in so much pain I was in no position to tempt her cruelty and just enjoyed the view as she jerked me off. As I came my balls ached terribly, and waves of pain were sent through my abdomen. She smiled as I winced in pain, and she wiped the cum off of her hand. "You're the best." I exclaimed, as I slumped down into the passenger seat.

Since our relationship only lasted around 4 months, we never really left the lust/honeymoon stage. Which meant that in my memory, my time with Ashley feels perfect in retrospect. Who knows if things would have held up long term. I know at times she thought that I only got with her to have a summer fling before college. I to confess that when I first started talking with her, I just wanted a to get my rocks off, but after the long 1-2am conversations and the way she balanced all of my desires on the tip of her finger, my heart couldn't help but fall in love with her. (at least I truly felt that I was in love with her at the time) It broke my heart when we had to break up, she was my first love, my first girlfriend, and my first ballbuster. Even after 4 years of college, I can't help but think about her occasionally.

I am currently in a long term relationship that I have been in for almost 3 years. I chased my current girlfriend because she was, in a lot of ways, everything Ashley was not. Ashley was quite distant in our relationship, she didn't let herself get too close or attached to me cause she new we had to break it off soon. I believe I drove her to this decision because (and since she was my first) I was pretty clingy towards her. Now I date a girl that is the opposite. She is clingy towards me to the point that I wish she would give me just a bit more space. I know now how I may have made Ashley feel at times now that the shoe is on the other foot. I still get plenty of ballbusting out of my current girlfriend now, but she does it more out of the position that she wants to please me, whereas Ashley seemed to actually enjoy what she was doing. Its weird having to guide your GF into breaking your balls, when the whole point is to be submissive to them. I don't know, writing these stories about Ashley has been quite therapeutic in a way. Even though she really had me on the end of her string, I believe a lot of that was because she was my first. A piece of my heart left with her when we parted ways, and that's just what happens when you go through your first breakup. She found another guy in college, and I found another girl, but I will never forget our summer together.