The Kickboxing Class - Part 2

[Part1](https://www.reddit.com/r/BallbustingStories/s/SX7uIOTKlu)

I woke up the next morning to the feeling of something warm and wet sliding up and down my shaft. I blinked my eyes open. The morning sun was streaming into the living room. Vanessa was kneeling on the floor beside the couch. Her head was bobbing rhythmically between my legs.

She had my morning wood deep in her throat. Her small hands were wrapped around the base, trying to take as much of the length as she could. It was an impossible task. My dick was almost as big as her forearm.

"Mmmph," she hummed, the vibration buzzing against my cock.

She pulled off with a wet pop. A string of saliva connected her lips to the head of my dick. She looked up at me with big, innocent eyes.

"Good morning, Jake," she said, wiping her mouth. "I wanted to see if the swelling went down."

I looked down. My balls were still a bit purple, but the swelling was definitely better. My dick, however, was fully hard and throbbing.

"I think I'm recovered," I said, a grin spreading across my face.

Vanessa giggled. She stood up and pulled her oversized t-shirt over her head. She wasn't wearing anything underneath. Her huge, heavy tits swung free, bouncing with the movement. Her nipples were hard and pink. She was tiny, barely five feet tall, but her curves were out of control.

"I want to ride it," she said, climbing onto the couch. "But I don't know if I can fit it all."

She straddled my hips. Her pussy was wet and ready. She grabbed my thick shaft with both hands to steady it. She lowered herself slowly. As the head of my cock pushed into her tight entrance, she gasped.

"Oh wow," she breathed. "It stretches me so much."

She sank down inch by inch. It was a tight squeeze. She had to stop a few times to adjust and catch her breath. When she finally bottomed out, my cock was buried deep inside her small body. She let out a long, shaky exhale.

"You're full to the brim," I groaned, my hands reaching up to grab her hips.

She started to move. Up and down. Slowly at first, then faster. Her massive tits bounced wildly with every thrust. They slapped against each other and against her chest. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen. She was so small and I was so big, but she was taking every inch of me like a champ.

Vanessa picked up the pace. Her hips snapped down hard on my lap. Her tiny body was working overtime to handle my size. Every time she slammed down her eyes rolled back in her head. Her tongue hung out of her mouth in a dazed expression. She looked completely wasted on the pleasure.

"It is so deep," she squealed. "It is hitting my stomach!"

She didn't stop though. She ground her pelvis against mine. Her massive tits were flying everywhere. They slapped against her chin and my chest. I reached up and grabbed them. They were soft and heavy in my hands. I squeezed them hard.

That pushed her over the edge. Her body went rigid. She screamed my name. Her inner muscles clamped down on my cock like a vice. I couldn't hold back. I erupted inside her. I pumped load after load of hot cum deep into her tight little body.

She collapsed on top of me. Her chest was heaving against mine. We lay there for a long time in the sticky aftermath.

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I continued seeing Vanessa for a few weeks. Her tits were addictive. She was eager and fun. But she wasn't Chloe. I still thought about the tall brunette every single day. I missed the danger. I missed the way she looked at me like I was prey.

Eventually I felt well enough to go back to the gym. Chloe was by the heavy bag. She stopped kicking when she saw me. She walked over slowly. She was wearing tight black leggings and a red sports bra. Her abs were glistening with sweat.

"You came back," she said. She sounded impressed.

"It takes more than a kick in the balls to keep me down," I said.

She laughed. It was a dark and throaty sound. "You were down for a long time though, Jake."

I blushed but didn't reply.

We started talking more after class. She would linger by the door. She touched my arm when she laughed. The tension was thick. I knew I was playing with fire but I didn't care.

One Tuesday night we were the last ones in the gym. The instructor had already left and Vanessa was changing. I was packing my bag on the bench. Chloe walked up behind me.

"You did good today," she said.

I turned around. She was right there. Her scent filled my nose. "Thanks, Chloe."

She stepped closer. Her chest brushed against mine. She looked down at my lips. I couldn't resist. I grabbed her waist and pulled her in. Her body was hard and strong against mine. I kissed her. She kissed back with hunger. Her tongue wrestled with mine. My hands roamed over her strong back and down to her perfect ass.

"Jake?"

The voice cut through the air like a knife.

I froze. I pushed Chloe away and spun around. Vanessa was standing in the doorway. She had finished changing. She was wearing her cute floral dress and her heavy black Doc Martens. She looked from me to Chloe and back again. Her face crumpled.

"Vanessa," I stammered. "I can explain."

"You are cheating on me," she said. Her voice was shaking. "With her?"

"Well, we're not really dating," I said. It was the wrong thing to say.

Vanessa's face changed. The sadness vanished. Pure rage replaced it. She dropped her purse on the floor. She walked toward me. Her steps were heavy and deliberate.

"You are a jerk," she spat.

She stopped right in front of me. I looked down at her. I expected a slap. I expected her to yell. I relaxed my body.

That was a mistake.

Vanessa pivoted on her left foot. Her hips snapped around with terrifying speed. She had been training for years. Her form was perfect. Her right leg whipped up. The heavy leather of her Doc Martens boot smashed directly into my balls.

It sounded like a gunshot.

The impact lifted me off my feet. My eyes bulged out of my head. For a second my brain simply shut down. The pain was beyond anything I had ever felt. Chloe's kick had been really bad but Vanessa was wearing hard,heavy shoes and she had also been training for years. Despite her size, her thick legs had tremendous power and they gave no mercy to my poor nuts.

I crashed to the floor. I landed on my side. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't scream. My mouth opened but no sound came out. My balls felt like they had been crushed into paste. The hard toe of her boot had connected squarely with both testicles.

Then the sickness hit.

My stomach convulsed violently. I gagged. A wave of hot vomit rushed up my throat. I puked all over the gym floor. I heaved and retched. My body curled into a tight ball. I was shaking uncontrollably. Tears streamed down my face.

"Oh my balls," I wheezed between heaves. "Oh god."

Vanessa stood over me. She was breathing hard. Her face was red. "I hope you choke on them," she screamed. She turned and ran out of the gym.

I lay there in a puddle of my own sick. I was shivering. The agony was a white hot fire in my groin.

I heard footsteps approach. I thought maybe Vanessa had come back to help. I looked up through my tear filled eyes.

It was Chloe. She was looking down at me. She looked at my twisting body. She looked at the pile of vomit next to my head. She didn't look concerned. She looked jealous.

She crossed her arms over her chest. She pouted.

"That is so not fair," Chloe said. "I wanted to be the one to make you puke."

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(Switch to Vanessa's point of view)

I sat at my desk clicking my pen. Every few seconds I would think about the gym. I would think about the sound my Doc Martens made when they smashed into Jake's balls. It was a heavy thud. Then I remembered him puking on the floor. It made me smile every time. I felt powerful. I am a small girl but I can take down a strong man.

The office door opened. Jake walked in. He looked good. He was wearing a tight shirt that showed off his muscles. But he was walking funny. His legs were stiff. He took tiny steps. He was trying not to move his hips too much. It was obvious his balls were still hurting.

I stood up and walked over to him. I wore my highest heels today. I wanted to look tall. I stopped right in front of him. He looked nervous. His eyes darted around the room.

"Welcome back, Jake," I said. My voice was sweet but I knew he heard the threat in it. "I see you are still feeling the effects of our little meeting."

He swallowed hard. "Hey, Vanessa. Yeah. It takes a while to heal. That was quite a kick."

"It really was," I said. I put my whole hip into it. I aimed right for the center of his sack. I wanted to explode them.

I looked down at his crotch. Even though he was in pain, I could see the outline of his dick. It is massive. It is so thick and long. I felt a tingle between my legs. I ruined his balls but I still wanted that huge cock inside me. I wanted to make him moan again. Whether from pain or pleasure, I didn't care.

I stepped closer. I pressed my big tits against his chest. He gasped. He tried to back away but there was a wall behind him.

"You should be careful," I whispered in his ear. "If you make me mad again, I will wear my riding boots next time. And I will kick even harder."

He turned pale. But I felt his dick twitch against my leg. He wanted me. He was scared of me but he wanted me. It was perfect.

"I will be good," he said quickly. "I promise."

"I hope so," I said. I pulled back but I kept my eyes on his. "Because I enjoyed it. I enjoyed watching you puke. I understand Chloe now."

I walked back to my desk. I sat down and crossed my legs. I watched him walk to his own desk. He was walking bow legged. It was such a sexy sight. I knew I had ruined him for other women. He would always remember me. He would always remember the pain I caused him.

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The office was quiet. Everyone else had gone home for the day. The sun was setting outside. It cast long shadows across the floor. I watched Jake from my desk. He was shifting in his chair. He kept adjusting his pants. He looked so uncomfortable. His balls must have been throbbing. I knew exactly how to fix that.

I stood up. I smoothed my skirt down over my hips. I walked over to his desk. My heels clicked on the hard floor. He looked up. His eyes went straight to my chest. My white blouse was tight. The top button was undone. He could see the swell of my huge boobs.

"Is everyone gone?" he asked. His voice was raspy.

"Yes," I said. "It is just us."

I walked around his desk. I leaned back against it. I crossed my ankles. I looked down at him. He looked so helpless. It made me wet. But looking at the bulge in his pants made me wetter. That giant dick needed attention. And those poor, swollen balls needed relief.

"You are walking like a cowboy," I said. "Your balls must be killing you."

"They are," he admitted. "I can barely think straight."

"I can help with that," I said. "I can take the pressure away."

He looked up at me. "You can?"

"I know a method that works very well," I said. I reached for the top button of my blouse. "It is my usual method for big problems."

I undid the button. Then the next one. I pulled my blouse open. I wasn't wearing a bra today. My big tits spilled out. They were heavy and round. My nipples were hard. Jake stared at them. His mouth opened slightly.

"Vanessa," he breathed. "We are at work."

"Nobody is here," I said. "And look at you. You need this. Your balls are full of cum. It is painful. Let me drain them for you."

I stepped closer. I pushed my tits out toward his face. "I will use these to make you feel better. Doesn't that sound nice?"

He didn't say no. He couldn't take his eyes off my chest. I knew I had him. I was going to wrap my soft boobs around his huge dick and milk him dry.

"Stand up, Jake," I ordered. "Let me see the damage."

Jake stood up slowly. He was still hunched over a little. I reached for his belt. I unbuckled it. The metal buckle made a loud click. I unzipped his fly. I pulled his pants down to his knees. His boxers were straining. The fabric was stretched tight over his massive erection.

I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his boxers. I pulled them down. His cock sprang out. It slapped against his stomach. It was so hard. The veins were thick and bulging. It looked angry. But his balls were the real show. They were swollen to twice their normal size. They were a deep, dark purple. They looked heavy and painful.

"Oh my," I said. "Look at them. They are so bruised."

"I told you they hurt," he groaned.

"They look beautiful," I said. "I did a good job."

I spit on my hand. I rubbed the spit all over the head of his dick. Then I leaned forward. I grabbed my tits. I pushed them together. I wrapped them around his huge shaft. My soft flesh swallowed him up. Only the tip poked out the top.

I started to move. I slid my tits up and down his cock. The friction felt amazing. His dick was hot against my skin. I looked down. The head of his cock was swollen and leaking precum. It lubed up my cleavage.

"Does that feel good?" I asked.

"Yes," he hissed. "It feels great."

I pumped faster. His hips started to thrust. He was fucking my tits. I loved watching his dick disappear between my boobs. But my eyes kept drifting lower. His balls were hanging there. They were swaying back and forth with every thrust. They looked so vulnerable. They looked so full.

I remembered the sound of my boot hitting them. I remembered the way he vomited. My pussy twitched. I wanted to touch them. I wanted to feel the heat of the bruising.

I let go of one tit. I reached down with my free hand. I cupped his swollen sack. The skin was hot and tight. He flinched.

"Easy," he said.

"I just want to check them," I lied.

I ran my fingers over the bruised skin. It was rough and uneven. I wrapped my hand around his sack. I squeezed.

I didn't squeeze gently. I dug my fingers into the bruised flesh. I applied pressure.

"Ah," Jake cried out. "Vanessa! That hurts!"

"Shh," I said. "Just let it out."

I squeezed harder. I mashed his balls between my fingers. I could feel them trying to escape my grip but I held on tight. The pain must have been intense. His whole body shook. But his dick got even harder in my cleavage.

"Your balls are so squishy," I said. "I love how they feel in my hand."

I kept squeezing as I moved my tits up and down his shaft. I was milking him and torturing him at the same time. It was driving me crazy.

"Tell me how much it hurts," I demanded.

"It hurts so bad," he groaned. "Please stop."

"I won't stop," I said. "I am going to squeeze every last drop out of you."

I tightened my grip on his bruised balls. I pulled them down slightly. This stretched the skin of his sack tight. It must have been agonizing. He threw his head back. He was panting like a dog. He was trapped between the pleasure of my tits and the pain of my hand. I was in total control.

I squeezed harder. I wanted to see how much he could take. My fingernails dug into the dark purple skin. I felt his balls shift under my fingers. They were so tight and full. I ground my palm against them.

"Wait... STOP... OH GOD... Vanessa... PLEASE," he gasped. His eyes were wide and frantic. "My balls... gonna... POP... It hurts... SO BAD... don't... CRUSH THEM."

I didn't stop. I actually squeezed tighter. I loved seeing him like this. He was so big and strong but I had him by the balls. Literally. I mashed them together in my hand. I ground my knuckles into the most tender spots.

"NOOO... mercy... PLEASE," he sputtered. "I can't... gonna... die... PLEASE... baby... NOT THAT HARD...."

He was trembling all over. His legs were shaking. His breath came in short, ragged bursts. He looked like he was going to cry. But his cock was still rock hard between my tits. It throbbed against my skin.

"You can take it," I said. "Just a little more pressure."

I bore down with all my strength. I crushed his nuts in my small fist.

"AAAAHH... FUCK... PLEASE... STOP... GONNA... PUKE... AGAIN... Vanessa... HELP... TOO... MUCH," he screamed.

His face turned bright red. Then it started to turn blue. He was gasping for air like a fish out of water. His eyes rolled back in his head. He let out a weird gurgling sound.

Then his body went completely rigid. His back arched. His mouth opened in a silent scream. His eyes rolled back and then closed. He slumped forward unconscious.

But his cock didn't stop. It erupted like a geyser. A massive stream of cum shot out of the tip. It went straight up in the air and splashed onto the top of my head. It dripped down my forehead. His hips kept bucking involuntarily. Spurt after spurt of hot thick cum covered my face and neck. It coated my tits. It was an endless explosion while he was passed out cold.

I kept squeezing his balls to milk out every last drop. It was the most satisfying feeling in the world. I ruined him and I loved it.

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(Back to Jake)

I groaned as consciousness slowly returned. The first thing I registered was the pain. It was a deep, sickening throb that radiated from my groin up into my stomach. My balls felt like they had been put through a blender. I opened my eyes. The ceiling lights of the office spun above me.

I tried to sit up but a sharp spike of agony shot through my testicles. I fell back onto the floor. I looked down. My pants were still around my ankles. My dick was limp and covered in drying cum. My balls were even more swollen and purple. They were almost orange-sized.

Vanessa was standing over me. She was wiping my cum off her face with a handful of tissues. She looked fresh and glowing. Her massive tits were still exposed, glistening slightly with the mess I had made. She looked down at me with a satisfied smirk.

"Look who is back," she said. "You were out for a whole minute, Jake. That was intense."

I stared up at her. She was beautiful. She was sexy. But mostly she was terrifying. I had always thought I was into this. I had spent years watching videos of girls kicking guys in the balls. It was my biggest fetish. I loved the idea of a powerful woman dominating me. I craved the pain.

But this was not a video. This was real life. And real life hurt a hell of a lot more.

I thought about Chloe. She was a fantasy come true. A tall, strong kickboxer who could destroy me. When she kicked me, I thought I would die. I almost puked on the floor. It was humiliating. It was not sexy at all. It was just agony.

Then Vanessa got involved. She was so tiny. She kicked me with boots so hard this time I actually did puke. And just now, she squeezed my bruised nuts until I literally passed out.

My fetish had betrayed me. I wanted the thrill, the sting, the rush. Instead I got debilitating nausea and unconsciousness. I was not turned on right now. I was just scared.

"Can you stand up?" Vanessa asked. She pulled her blouse back together, covering her incredible chest.

"I don't think so," I rasped. My voice was weak. "They hurt so much."

She laughed. It was a light, musical sound that made my balls twitch in fear. "Oh stop whining. You came harder than ever before. Your body loves it even if your mind is scared."

She reached down and grabbed my tie. She used it to pull me up into a sitting position. The movement made me dizzy. I gasped and cupped my aching sack.

"I need to go home," I said. "I need ice."

Vanessa crouched down in front of me. She looked at my crotch. She reached out and poked my swollen testicle with one finger. I flinched and yelped.

"Poor baby," she teased. "Maybe next time you will think twice before kissing Chloe."

"There won't be a next time," I said. "I am done with this. I can't take it."

She smiled wickedly. "That is not for you to decide Jake. If I want to bust your big nuts, I will."

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A few weeks had passed. I was sitting at my desk. Vanessa was standing right next to me. She was leaning over my chair. Her huge tits were inches from my face. They looked amazing in her tight blue sweater.

"...and then the barista said they were out of oat milk so I had to get soy but I really hate the taste of soy so I just threw it away," she said.

I nodded vigorously. "That sounds so annoying, Vanessa."

She kept talking. "I know right. And then my cat knocked over my plant and dirt got everywhere. It took me an hour to clean it up."

"Your cat is so naughty," I said. I looked her right in the eyes. I did not look away. I did not check my email. I did not glance at my phone.

It was a strange new world for me. Before, I would just hum and nod while thinking about sports or other girls. I thought her stories were boring. I thought she was just a cute little thing with a big chest. I was wrong. She was a dangerous little thing with a big chest.

I remembered the pain. I remembered the way she squeezed my balls until I passed out. I remembered the taste of vomit in my mouth. I was never going to ignore her again.

She paused in her story. She looked at me. She seemed pleased. "You are really paying attention today, Jake. I like that."

"I want to hear everything," I said. It was the truth. Not because I cared about her cat or her coffee. But because I cared about my balls.

She smiled. It was a sweet smile but her eyes were sharp. She reached out and patted me on the head like a dog. Then her hand trailed down my neck. Her fingers walked across my chest. They stopped right over my stomach.

"You are being such a good boy," she purred. "If you keep this up, maybe I won't have to punish you tonight."

My balls twitched in my pants. They were fully healed now but the memory of the agony was fresh. "I will always listen, Vanessa."

She giggled. Her boobs jiggled right in my face. "We will see. Sometimes I think you need a little reminder anyway. Just to keep you sharp."