Stars [pt. 1]

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> *Hi everyone.*

> *It's been a long long time since I have put a story up here.*
> *I like where this one is going and I hope you do too :)*
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> **Contains**: BB && CB

> [link to part II](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/comments/1hj6ozh/stars_pt_2/)

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# Stars
--*pt* I--

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"I'm still glowing so hard--" Alan said as his fingers bounced on the steering wheel to the sounds of the radio, "what a vibe~"

I nodded softly as I played with my hair, staring over at him in love. The warm air from the AC of the car felt tingly and almost erotic against my post-festival skin.

We were pretty fried and still grungy from camping--it felt good to be in the quiet car and cruising together as we came down. I reached over and stroked Alan's leg, feeling residual effects of the drugs and messy tent sex we had the past couple of days.

"Ohh, still a lil playful--eh, Star?".

I loved when he called me that.

I rolled up a tiny spliff that we burned down together and I was on cloud nine. I remembered we still had one ecstasy tablet;

"Hey Alan... wanna split that pill?" I looked over at him with an exaggerated visage of innocence and bashfulness, "You know... for a nice ride home."

We were in the middle of bumble-fuck-nowhere anyway and had several more hours to go till we were home.

When out of nowhere, the red and blue lights cut through our car like laser beams. My heart dropped like a stone.

"Shit..." I whispered.

"Don't worry, it'll be cool..." he said as he slowly pulled over and parked.

"Alan, the pill!" I whispered to him and patted his leg on the pocket and I felt it.

He panicked and tried pulling it out to stash in the backseat in our mess. He fumbled nervously and my heart began to race.

Before he could retrieve it, the cop was at our window--how she got there so quick--I still have no idea...

***tap tap tap*** ("licenses and registration" we heard muffled through the glass)

Alan still had his fingers trapped in his pocket and he super awkwardly tried to reach his left hand into his back right pocket to pull out his wallet, looking like an absolute loon...

It was dark and I could barely make out the figure outside our car. She was tall and thin, face shrouded in darkness:

"Roll down the window, chief." She said.

Alan was so nervous he looked like a tangled pretzel of a human and I foolishly reached over to try to lower his window...

"Hey! Stay put, princess! I'll deal with you next!" The officer barked. The latent violence in her voice rising to its tonal surface. "Whaddya got in that pocket there, chief?"

Alan froze, he looked over at me, partially afraid... but mostly just glazed over. Even his "panic" state was never really too excited...

"Uhh, what pocket?" He asked her coyly...

"Don't give me that shit..." she muttered back, "in your front pocket numb nuts!"

Alan didn't budge.

"You know I smell your grass, right?" the officer claimed. "You know what, let's quit the foreplay--step out of the vehicle--both of you!"

We complied.

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We circled to the front of our car, lit up by headlights; Alan still with one hand in his front pocket... sheesh...

"Pull it out, chief, and I don't mean your hog..." she ordered.

He pulled out a small, clear baggie with a single blue tablet inside of it.

"Oh, what a surprise..." she prodded, "... don't tell me that's your E.D. meds?" she continued.

Slowly seeing the humor of it all I snapped back at her; "Oh--He doesn't need meds for that, Mama--" when suddenly I felt a jab in my back and she pushed me over onto the hood. All the humor of the moment evaporated, when my chest smashed down on the hood under my weight and some of hers.

***THUNK***

"Hey!" Alan yelped as the cop pressed her nightstick into my back and I let out a cry, "You're hurting her!"

"Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it hot shot?" she taunted as she twisted the baton and I whimpered.

Alan twisted his body out of defensive reflex and that was enough to set her off. Instantly, she released me and her hand shot down right into Alan's groin and stayed there.

"Ough!! What the--" and before he could let out another word her hand clenched down onto one of Alan's nuts; I could see it through his cheap, lightweight festie pants; my head, eye-level against the hood.

"Yeeooowwweeeee!!" Alan squealed as she tightened her grip around one of his testicles.

"Hey!! What the fu--" she backhanded me across the face without even turning around and I landed back down on the hood.

***THUNK***

"Don't even think about it, toots. I'll crush these things if you even budge." she said in an eerily calm voice.

"Ahh... ahh... ahh... " Alan danced on his tip toes as he moaned, "Well... you only got one... aaaaEeeEEEyyyyOOOWwWW"

"...What's that wise-guy?"

"Ooohhhhh FFFFfffuuuu--"

She squeezed harder into his nut. I could see her knuckles getting white.

"No--tell me what you said..." she commanded as she twisted her wrist.

"Ahhhh AuGHH!!!"

"TELL ME!!"

"Ah- ah- ah- I said-- ah-- you-- you only got one..."

"WHAT THE HELL IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN??"

"Uuggghhh Auhhh fuuck... you're squeezing... one... "

"YEAH??" She squeezed harder.

"FUCKKKKKK!!!! YOU SAID YOU WERE GOING TO CRUSH MY... *THINGS*..."

*...Alan are you fucking serious...* I thought to myself.

***THUD***

The cop swung her baton down between Alan's legs with a dull *thunk* and he collapsed at her feet; apparently she couldn't hold his entire body weight up by his, albeit ample, left ball. He groaned as he lied in a heap, hands clutching and nursing his aching balls.

The cop slid over to me and whispered in my ear:

"Listen, peach, this--" she swept the pill-baggie across my cheek, "--is a controlled substance. I'm taking you both in."

"He--Hey-- we're not bad folks, we're just-- we're just coming from the festiv--"

***CLANK***

She slammed the baton down on the hood.

"I know exactly where you punks are coming from. It's the same thing every year..."

***click-click-click-click...***

"Hey! What the hell!?" I yelped as she cuffed my hands behind my back.

"Well... there's obviously one more thing I gotta do before I put you in my cruiser..."

And the familiar snap of latex gloves rang in my ears like echoes...

"You know--just a quick pat-down, sweet cheeks." She said through a wicked grin that I could feel...

She stood me up and before I could even take a breath I felt the baton between my legs, pushing and grinding against my vulva.

"Nngh!" I whimpered...

"Don't act like you don't like it, bitch..." she whispered into my ear as she lifted the long part of the baton up between my legs.

"Ngh! Wh--" and I felt a cold, leathery hand cover my mouth.

"The more you fight... " her hot breath dripping onto my hear, "...the worse..." as she craned her wrist and pulled, dragging the tip of the baton from the front of my pussy to the back, and up between... "...It'll be, sweet cheeks".

She flicked her wrist twice, bouncing me up from the strikes.

I let out muffled cries into her gloved-hand as she continued tapping the baton against my snatch when Alan stirred.

"H-Hey... what the fuck is wron--"

***WHUD***

She sent her boot flying into Alan's prone body.

***WHUD***

"Auughhh!"

I didn't see where her blows landed, but I'm guessing his balls--at least once.

***WHUD***

"Augh! Ughh!!"

"You shut the fuck up, plums!! I'll be dealing with you next!"

By this point, I could see her; standing over him, digging and grinding the toe of her boot into his groin.

"Ya-know what? Actually..."

And she grabbed him by his poncho and hoisted him up onto his feet, cuffing his hands behind his back and shoving him onto his ass atop the hood of our car.

"There. Now you can watch!" as she jabbed the end of the baton into his nuts again.

"Stop! You're gonna hurt him--" when she grabbed me around the throat and shut me up.

"Listen, sweet thing, if I want you to make sound..." and I felt her hand glide down the small of my back, grab a fist full of ass meat and squeeze...
"I'll *make* you make sound... now spread em!"

"NNnNnngghh!!"

I felt her club slam up between my legs and crush against my pussy. I dry-heaved as she bent me over the hood.

"Mmm... what a lovely view..." she purred, menacingly. I felt her hands groping me and sliding around my inner thighs; my leggings doing little against her probes and attacks.

"Well... I don't see anymore drugs... " she said with a loud *CLAP* as she spanked me.

"EEep!!" I yelped involuntarily.

"Aww, wasn't that adorable."

My stomach still hurt from her low blows and I couldn't move with my hands locked behind my back. My eyes teary as I faced toward Alan. He mouthed the words, *It'll be okay...* as my bottom lip quivered.

The cop stepped over to Alan as she gripped the baton with both hands like a crowbar. Before I could blink she was jamming it down into his crotch, over and over.

***THUD THUD SQUELCH THUD THUD***

"AAaauuUUaaAAuUUuUGJH!!"

"There ya go, Champ!! You're gonna take it!!..."

***THUD THUD THUD***

"Like a man..."

***THUD***... ***THUD***... ***SQUELCH***...

Alan groaned and gagged and sputtered as she reached her hand down and placed it in his lap. She slowed down.

"That's it... how ya doin down here, big boy?..." she teased as she massaged and rolled his swollen balls around through his thin trousers.

I could feel my face getting hot. My wrists burned. My pussy throbbed... I watched as this woman groped my man after crushing his testicles with a club repeatedly... My stomach swirled and I felt my asshole clenching involuntarily... I shivered...

"Yeah..." she whispered slowly, "You got a nice set... you can take it for me, right, big guy?" she continued as she leaned her face in closer to his.

I could see his jaw clenching and eyes squeeze shut in a grimace as what I imagine was her squeezing down on his big sore balls.

"Good boy..." she nearly moaned as she patted his thinly clothed nutsack with her gloved hand; the *plapping* sound of latex reverberating in my mind. I could see the waves of fabric rippling out from his crotch with each strike--his swollen balls compressing and expanding almost rhythmically.

I felt myself in my sweat. Beads running down the backs of my thighs under my leggings. My pelvis still twitching and clenching as she tormented Alan's testicles, like toying with her food.

"Mmmm... yeah... let's see em." She said with the snap of his waist button. The sound of his zipper descending tingling down my spine as I squirmed.

*to be continued...*