Ballbusting Lessons at the Swimming Pool

"Is everything alright?" I asked with a brief glance over to Laura who sat on the passenger seat. It still had to get used to seeing my little sister as an adult, 18 year old woman. While we had been not only sisters, but also besties throughout our childhood, our four year age difference had eventually gotten in between us, when I moved out from home.

To my surprise, she still seemed to be the wallflower she had always been - sadly unaware of how hot and desirable she had come out. Strangely, she even seemed less confident than before, despite her amazing figure and beautiful C-cup tits. I really had no idea, where this came from.

"Yeah, I just don't want to go swimming." Laura said quietly. Once again, I glanced over to find her avoiding my eyes by staring out of the window. I didn't need to see her face to know that she was lying. We had always been joking that we had to be half-sisters, since one of her parents clearly was a fish.

We were already pulling into the parking lot of the swimming pool, so I just remained silent. The second we got out of the car, I knew that something was odd about this place. It was, as if someone had matched the wrong audio track with the *swimming pool on hot summer day* scene. No screaming kids, no relaxed chattering and joyful splashing. Just loud techno music, clanging of bottles and young dudes yelling and laughing.

Upon entering, the visuals fell into place. I couldn't see a single kid or family around. Actually not even any female. The whole area was an absolute sausage party, and the testosterone-loaded, dangerous atmosphere made me instinctively want to turn on my heels, too. There weren't even many guys around, maybe a few dozen in total. But they had clearly figured out how to make the place very unlikable for anyone else.

We were already in our bikinis, since we had been chilling in the garden, and it was only a few minutes to the pool. The second, we got spotted, we received a welcome of whistles and rude cheers. I actually just wanted to get out and back home. But the fact that my little sister had to quit her favorite hobby because of *this*, made me furious. Without hesitation or haste, I continued my way towards a spot on the grass, Laura quickly falling in at my side, to not be left alone.

I noticed three tall, muscular dudes around my age get up and walk towards us. A strange excitement arose in my guts - I had been through a *lot* of physical conflicts with guys in my life. And I have always gotten out on top. But getting into trouble with three half-naked men in a public swimming pool excited me much more than it should have. This was, after all, going to be a life-lesson for my sister.

"*Jana...*" I heard her whisper next to me, clearly scared. Without showing a sight of caution, I proceeded right into the small group who split to surround us with cocky stares up and down our bodies. When I had one guy right next to me, I noticed the bikini string on my back being pulled, and the knot opening. The moment, I felt my boobs released of the restraint, Laura let out a shriek next to me.

"Hi *Gingertits*! Nice of you to introduce us to your friend *Gingerboobs*." I instantly whirled around to the voice that happened to come from the guy who had opened my bikini. I knew that my boobs were mostly visible, the bikini top loosely hanging from my neck, but my attention was somewhere else.

"*What did you call her?*" I hissed dangerously, giving him a dead-eyed stare. Of course, he didn't have enough respect to look up from my tits.

"I called her 'Gingertits', Gingerboobs." He repeated, grinning about the brilliant name for me that he had come up with. I dropped my bag and gave him a rough push that made him stumble back a few steps. He seemed surprised about my strength for a brief moment, but quickly stepped back to approach me with his stupid grin. "Careful, this kitty's got claws!"

Without hesitation, he grabbed my neck and wrestled me into a headlock. I was actually a bit surprised by how violent he was right away. When my head ended up on the left side of his red, loose swimming shorts, I was even more surprised about how naive he was. He had clearly never been in an actual fight with a girl.

With a rush of sadistic satisfaction, I placed my right palm on the inside of his left knee from behind, and swiftly slipped up into his shorts, following the inside of his thigh. The instant, I felt his testicles bounce against my fingers from his sudden twitch, I turned my hand and seized them.

"*Ooyy*..." the guy let out a pathetic, surprised shriek before darting his right hand towards his groin. With his hand outside of his shorts, and mine inside, there was nothing he could do. We both knew it. I just tenderly held his nice, big balls in my palm until he actually grabbed my arm below and tried to pull it out. I really enjoyed watching men's struggle with accepting that they had lost, long before the anticipated pain actually set in.

"This kitty's got claws on your *balls*, darling." I mocked him just before squeezing the hell out of his manhood.

"*AAAAAHHHHHHH...*" The shriek that followed when I mercilessly dug my fingers into his sensitive nuts was at least two octaves higher. "... ahhhh... ohhhh... let go of my balls, fucking bitc... *uhhhh...*"

This one was a tough one. It was rare that men still put up a fight at this point. Suddenly, I felt one of the other dudes grab my left arm to pull me away from his friend who clearly was in absolute agony. I instantly yanked it free from his grip and rammed my elbow upwards into the large package that bulged out his black swimming tights just left of my face.

Busting balls in these swimming tights felt incredibly rewarding. They held them perfectly in place while not blocking view nor impact. With a deep *Ooooouuuumpf* the guy to my left grabbed his beaten manhood and went down. I had gotten him good enough that I didn't have to worry about him for a while.

Aware of the third dude's presence, I pulled my head out from the headlock and looked up to find him in front of me, both fists raised, but clearly too scared to attack. Laura was still busy tying her bikini top behind his back, but didn't avert her eyes from what was going on. Her mouth was open in surprise and... clearly admiration. With the other guy's bare balls tightly in my hand, I stood upright, forcing him to double over in front of me, facing away.

"Put your hands on your head or I'll pop your friend's balls." I hissed in the same calm, dangerous tone from before. With two guys absolutely crushed in front of me, I finally got the respect I deserved. The third guy swallowed hesitantly. All I had to do was squeeze my right hand a bit.

"AAAAAHHHHH... fuck... do it! DO IT!" the guy I had at my mercy begged while desperately tapping my hand trough his shorts. The third guy finally obeyed with a scared expression. Using my knee, I pushed the one right in front of me over without letting go of his balls. Squeaking in panic, he caught his fall with both hands on the grass to avoid hanging by his balls.

The instant, I finally let go of his orbs, I slipped out of my right flip-flop and followed up with two rapid, cruel kicks that left no doubt about how much I disliked these douches. At first, I went for the balls of the guy on all fours, before he actually had time to go down. The second kick went right up into groin of the last guy who still stood there with his hands up, in fear of getting his buddy's balls popped. The sensation of two pairs of elastic nuts getting flattened on top of my foot within a second with only thin swimming-tights in between, was truly empowering.

Like the goddess of pain and remorse, I stood in between the three groaning and panting guys to finally fix my bikini top, pick up my bag and continue my way across the grass. I loved this so much. And I loved myself doing it. Without looking around, I knew how many shocked eyes I had on me right now. Just a few dozen feet away, another dude around 18 or 19 was staring at us, half hidden by a tree.

"What are you looking at?" I snapped at him as we walked past him. When I looked at his face, I instantly recognized his expression. He was as shocked and aware as everyone else, but more in a *I need to memorize every detail of this* sense. His hand moved down to tug his swimming tights in the attempt to hide his half-boner. I relaxed and gave him a cute, happy smile. I really liked guys who were into this. "Do you want me to kick you in the balls, too?"

His eyes widened in surprise. Awkwardly, he looked around. He was obviously worried about revealing his kink this publicly. Without putting much thought into it, I stepped forward and made the decision for him. I also made sure to give him an experience that he was never going to forget. The kick was maybe a bit too hard for him to cum today, but in the long run, this was going to be worth it. I actually got a bit wet when I walked away from him, knowing that he was going to have thousands of orgasms with me in his fantasy.

"Gosh... how did you do that?" Laura asked with admiration in her voice.

"It's not rocket science." I laughed. "You aim for their weak spot and... go hard or go home."

"Ohh..." Laura let out a giggle before walking a few steps in silence. "Can you feel... *something*... on your foot, when you kick them there?"

"Yeah, through these swimsuits, pretty much everything. You can really *feel* how you trap one or even both of their balls against their pelvis. It always means instant victory." I realized that my poor, innocent sister had never kicked a guy in the balls before.

We found a place and settled down. The whole atmosphere had shifted from whatever it was before, to tense and careful. I didn't want to focus on any of the idiots though, because I simply didn't give a shit what they thought.

"Have you kicked any of your boyfriends in the balls before?" Laura asked hesitantly, torn between her innocence and the curiosity that I have sparked in her.

"Yes, sure! Most of them were into it, though." I grinned.

"Like him?" She nodded into the direction of the younger dude who had gotten the latest *treatment*.

"Yes, like him." As fun as the conversation was, I had something else in mind for my little sister. "Laura, who else has been mean to you?"

She briefly looked around and pointed at two guys who laid on their bellies, heads resting on their hands and actually asleep, or close to that. At least, they didn't seem to have noticed what had happened a few hundred feet away from them. They were perfect. I got up and gestured Laura to follow me.

"What are we doing?" She asked, much more excited than scared.

"*You* are going to kick them in the balls and tell them to leave you alone. Just stand behind them and wait for the right moment."

"But I... what if I miss?"

"You won't. Just imagine a soccer ball. And don't let them know what's coming for them. It apparently hurts much more, if they don't see it coming." During my final explanations, I gradually shifted my voice to a whisper, in case they were not actually asleep. When Laura was behind them, I stepped just inches in front of the first guy’s nose. When I blocked the sun from his face, he opened his eyes and arched his neck to look up.

"What the fuck...?" He complained in a threatening tone. I moved my head a bit so that the sun fell into his eyes and he couldn't see me against it. "What do you want?"

"I think, it's time for you to get your well-deserved beating." I said coldly.

"*What the fuck...?*" he repeated much more angrily. To get out from his terrible position while also getting away from me, he pushed himself back onto his elbows and knees, resulting in his butt pointing up, his knees far apart. Laura didn't disappoint me.

"Surprise, *dickhead*!" she yelled out with a rather joyful tone, drawing every bit of attention towards us, that we didn't already have. Like an expert soccer player, she swung her long, bare leg up into the unsuspecting balls of the guy in front of her. The kick was so hard, it made the guy plunge into the grass in between my feet with a stupid, shocked expression.

"*Oouuughh...*" his groans gut muffled by the grass in his mouth. When the other guy turned his head in alarm, I quickly leaped in front of him and gave him a light kick in the face. Overwhelmed, the idiot did the exact same fatal mistake as his buddy. As if she had done it a million times, Laura was there to finish him off before the fight had even begun. She was actually a super mean ballbuster. One that didn't seem to know any restraint.

"*Whoah...*" she exclaimed with her right hand hiding her mouth, as she looked down on the two bullies that she had just crushed. "*Take this, you stupid... soft...balled... dumb...bells.*"

Her attempt to add insult to their pain and defeat was so cute, it made me laugh out. I quickly jumped to her aid by kneeling in front of the first guy, grabbing his hair and moving my face right in front of his.

"The next time, you pathetic little piece of shit try to act cool by bullying some little girl, remember that all we have to do to make you our bitch, is tapping your sensitive, pretty *manhood*." I pulled his hair harder, forcing his hands up to grab my hand. The second, he let go of his groin, I gave his swollen nuts a decent punch. When the guy opened his mouth to let out a shriek, I spat into his mouth to interrupt him. Totally crushed, the guy just nodded with a pain-distorted face, his hands back at his groin.

When I stood back up, I wondered if I had been a bit too mean. Laura clearly seemed to enjoy it. If this was what it took for her to do her swimming, I was glad that she learned from the best. When we approached the shower room to take a quick shower before getting into the pool, I noticed that nearly everyone was rapidly packing and leaving in front of us. I was almost a bit disappointed that no one else had the balls to face me - or, actually, *us*. I had really gotten into the mood now.

When Laura attempted to get into the woman's shower room, I grabbed her arm and pulled her into the male one. I was actually desperate to get into trouble now. Right behind the door stood a nude guy drying his hair, his amazing, V-shaped back facing us. Fortunately, his legs stood far enough apart to land a kick from our position.

While I took aim, Laura jumped in front of me, grabbed his exposed, dangling balls through his legs from behind, and instantly yanked them back and upwards. Doubling over, the guy let out a heart-breaking howl that instantly got us the attention of the other five naked guys in the shower room. I was happily surprised by my sister's sudden energy, but also a bit worried. Starting fights with too many opponents was still a bad idea, even if they had balls.

"*Listen to me, you fucking testicle-goblins.*" Laura yelled into the room like a drill seargent in the army. I lifted an eyebrow in disbelief. "*I am fucking sick of your shit! Get the fuck out! If I ever see you again, I will kick your balls up into your throat so that you can get your girlfriend pregnant by licking her pussy! I mean YOU! And YOU!* You two are okay. *But YOU fucking out, too!*"

The guy she held by his balls moaned and twitched as my little sister dragged him around while pointing at the other guys one by one. With her red hair, she reminded me of some mad, unpredictable squirrel. Truly impressed, I watched the guys cover their groin with both hands and hurry to get out of her way and out.

At last, she flawlessly executed the finishing move I had used on the very first guy today. The muscular guy went down like a tree that was struck by lightning. I was so impressed to see my cute little Laura crushing men with such joy and confidence.

"How was that?" she smirked at me with a superior grin.

"Impressive." I answered sincerely. My eyes were focused on one of the guys whom she had told 'You two are okay'. He had actually not escaped like the rest. It was, indeed the guy who was into it. And he was hard again.

Laura had recognized him, too. With a much softer voice, she asked me: "Can you give us a minute?"

I laughed again. This had turned out a lot differently than I had expected. Without another word, I grabbed the muscular guy and dragged him out with me. He was heavy as fuck, so I went on poking him with my toes to urge him out. Sadly, Laura had crushed every bit of fight in him. When I had finally gotten him out, I closed the door behind me to leave the two alone.

Maybe, I could still get into a fight in the meantime...