The Perfect Knee (true story)

The dick and the balls have moods. The perfect knee starts with the perfect mood, and for me that day I spent the afternoon with my cute girlfriend Jessica, 20, second year college, black haired, blue eyed little devil. Shape of a track runner, nicely balanced with a small ass. Spending an afternoon with her gets the testosterone and blood moving. The dick was not hard but full of blood and was good sized and reached low. The balls were big, full of blood. They hung comfortably and powerfully. With the dick at a nice size, the three made a good solid package, I’m a guy and I’m feeling it.

We got into the dorm elevator, we were alone and it closed. We were only going to the third floor, so not much time in there, I grabbed Jessica by the ass and pulled her in. She was warm and ready for some intimacy. I felt the roundedness of her amazing ass and pulled her in more for a kiss.

We were staring into each others eyes, her lips were so close to mine…

…and I didn’t see it coming.

A solid knee right in the balls. Not fast, but full and even with bit of follow through. The pain was not sharp or agonizing, but it was immediate and full, got both balls so evenly with a nice solid bump and a second after I fully felt it and I bent over. In her eyes was this look of pride…\*I got you. \* She had a big grin as she studied and savored the pain in my eyes and on my face.

It takes a lot for me to go down. But I slowly crouched onto the floor clutching my balls like it helps.

I’m crouched on the floor using the wall to keep me up as the elevator doors open and there standing was Kayla, the cutie from the west coast. She takes one look at this and starts laughing.

“Oh, Jessica…” she says.

Jessica takes my arm, helps me up, and we stumble back to the room.