Peyton The Babysitter Is A Ballbuster

I had been avoiding Peyton at school for the last several days. She's in several of my classes, but I've been sitting way in the back of the class. She surprised me in civics when she walked in late and spotted me. She sat down next to me.

"I'm babysitting you tonight. Do you think you'll get in trouble again?" she whispered.

"No, I'm going to behave. Promise."

"Too bad, I was looking forward to busting your balls." My cock twitched at the mention of my balls. The thought of her hand on my precious manhood had my balls retract at the same time as my cock got hard. I'm fucked.

"Something tells me that if you want to bust my balls, you'll come up with a reason."

She placed her hand between my legs, and she cupped my balls through my pants. "You're starting to catch on." She squeezed my balls for half a minute, then she got up to move up front and sit with her girl friends. I sat in the back with my erection straining in my pants. She's making me crazy.

Peyton showed up at our house to babysit just after Amber, and I finished our dinner. My parents soon left, and Peyton and Amber went to play a game in the living room. I surfed on my computer for a bit, then went downstairs to watch some TV. I glanced over at Peyton as she and Amber played. I had to marvel at her body, such big tits on a curvy frame. And she's cute as fuck too. She's making me nuts, but she sure looks good.

Amber went off to get a snack before bed, and Peyton looked back at me as I stared at her tits. "I'm going to put your sister to bed. Now you behave yourself while I'm gone, or I'll have to discipline you," Peyton said.

She sounds so sure of herself, so confident and in control. I wanted to challenge her, but I knew it would fail. Peyton got up and went to join Amber in the kitchen, then they went upstairs to get Amber ready for bed. After a few minutes, Amber insisted that I come up and give her a kiss goodnight. I went up to her room to see Peyton pulling up her covers.

"Good night, Amber. Sleep tight," I said.

"I will."

Peyton turned off Amber's light, and she and I headed downstairs. I enjoyed the view of Peyton's ass as she walked. Peyton is hot. Crazy hot. Nice curves, big tits, strong legs. She gets me all hot and bothered. We walked into the living room, and she stopped in the middle of the room and turned to me.

"You've been acting up again tonight. I think I might need to teach you a lesson," she said.

"What kind of lesson?"

"The kind where you act up, and you get your balls hurt."

"What?"

"You heard me." Her hand shot up between my legs, and she grabbed my balls. She squeezed them tightly through my pants.

"FUCK! MY BALLS!" I groaned. She yanked me towards the kitchen, pushed me in, and pulled the door closed behind us. She held my balls firmly in her grip, with her other hand she undid my belt, and then pants. She yanked them down and quickly grabbed my balls before I could get away.

"Peyton, I didn't do anything wrong. Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because I can." Her fingers pushed into the meat of my balls, and she squeezed and kneaded them right on the edge of pain. It felt kind of good, but it fucking hurt. My cock felt so hard, like all the blood in my body rushed to it. I tried to look down her shirt. I needed to see those big tits again, but I didn't have a great view.

"I see you, checking out the girls."

"Sorry, I can't help it."

"I don't mind if you look at them."

She let go of my balls and lifted her blouse off over her head, her big breasts tumbled out. Spectacular. My hands began to reach for them, and she raised her finger.

"No touching. I said you can look." Her hand reached between my legs to grab my balls again. She squeezed them as I stared at her breasts and tried to take the pain as best as I could handle it.

"Peyton, my balls ... it hurts."

"I know. It hurts so much." She pressed my balls into each other, mashing them together. The pain was nearly overwhelming, but it was so hot too.

"Peyton, please..."

"Please, what? You want it. You want my fingers wrapped around your balls. It's all you can think about."

"UNNNNH," I moaned loudly as she worked over my aching balls.

"You could barely wait for this moment, you've been thinking about it all day. Admit it."

"Fuck," I said in defeat. "Yes."

She increased the pressure as she kneaded my balls in her fingers, the pain built and built. Soon, I was having trouble standing, but at the same time, my cock was insanely hard. Why did it feel so good to have my balls hurt?

She leaned in close to me, and I felt the warmth of her breath on my cock. I wondered if she might suck me, that would be incredible. I pushed my hips towards her mouth, but she stopped my cock from reaching her mouth by yanking on my balls. She took my cock in her free hand and began jerking me. Not even jerking, too slow to be called jerking, more just squeezing my cock and running her hand up and down the shaft. It was enough, I was going to cum soon. My breathing picked up, and I pushed into her hand.

"Give me your cum," she said as she pointed my cock at her tits. I was too far gone; it was going to happen whether I wanted to or not. She controlled me.

"FUCK YES!" I moaned as my cock blasted cum onto her breasts, absolutely covering them. My balls ached, but my cock throbbed out huge ropes of cum as she jerked and squeezed me at the same time. It was so fucking good, she's a magician.

She began laughing as she jerked me off, but I didn't care. I was in heaven. She jerked me until the torrent of cum slowed to a dribble, and the whole time she squeezed and kneaded my balls. Mashing them into each other, pushing a finger into one, then the other. So much pleasure and pain, all at once. My mind was blown.

"That was your best one yet. I've never seen so much cum," she said with a laugh.

"Yeah ... it was pretty good."

"Good? I think it was more than that." She squeezed my balls hard, it seemed like all the pain I had been enduring suddenly caught up with me. I quickly dropped to my knees in front of her.

"I fucking own you," she said triumphantly and walked out of the kitchen.

I couldn't argue with her.