Melissa likes it hot

Soooo, I tried to translate/ rewrite a german fm/m ballbusting story into a new ff/m story. I always liked this story and wanted it to share with some guys on this sub (I do not own this story).

The original story (Melissa mag es Scharf) is owned by http://jungsmiteiern.blogspot.com/2017/07/melissa-mags-scharf-teil-3.html. I don’t know if he is active on this reddit, but I really hope he doesn’t mind, that I rewrote his story. He also has an English website (http://ballbustingboys.blogspot.com/ ) but most of his stories are M/M. If he wants me to delete this story, he just needs to inform me.

Changes:

Two girls busting a guy, instead of one girl and one guy busting a guy.

Only one challenge which was previously with dumbbells (not really into weights on my balls) was changed into knees

The punishment isn’t penis torture anymore (was penis in tabasco bottle, also not really into that) now its chastity



**Melissa likes it hot**

Part 1



"Nice to hang out with you again!" sighed Melissa, stretching her thin tanned legs, arms crossed behind her head.

"Yeah, I missed the good old days," Max chimed in. He was lounging on the sofa, relaxed in shorts and a T-shirt. They sat in Melissa's living room and had spent the last hour talking about all sorts of hobbies and pursuits.

Melissa and Max were old school friends and had both finished their school careers by now. Back in middle school they had been good friends, but they hadn't seen each other since Melissa had moved to another school. In the meantime, Max was working as an engineer, while Melissa had started studying. When they bumped into each other a few days ago, they quickly got into talking and promptly agreed to meet.

Melissa was a cheerful person, usually in a good mood, and Max had always been able to hang out with her and just chat away the hours. Now and then she was mischievous and liked to make some mean jokes.

"Me too. It was always fun with you and the others, wasn't it?" The pretty twenty-year-old casually brushed the chest-length, silky strands of her brunette hair back behind her ears. She had brown eyes, a narrow face and a slender, graceful body. She was dressed in a pair of short shorts and a white tank top, that highlighted her breasts. "Speaking of funny, do you remember how many times you got kicked in the balls by us in middle school?"

"You can't forget something like that," said Max nervously. "Of course, I still remember it. I tried as hard as I could to suppress those events, so please don't remind me anymore, ok?"

"Ohhh, I just wanted to bring up some painful, but at the same time funny, memories"

"Yes, for you these might have been funny, for me ... rather less"

Melissa yawned briefly, then jumped up and grabbed the two empty glasses that were on the table in front of them. "And I really can't offer you a Tabasco roll?"

"No, thank you" Max waved it off. Melissa had a love for spicy dishes and sauces of all kinds, which Max didn't particularly share.

"Would you like another beer?"

"I'd love one," Max nodded. "As long as it's not spicy..."

"No worries," she waved it off. "All right, be right back."

He sneaked a look at Melissa as she disappeared from the room.

A moment later, she came smiling with the two glasses and set them down on the table, sitting back down on the sofa across from him. She looked a bit more thoughtful this time, watching him intently as he greedily poured a few sips of the refreshing drink down his throat.

"Max?" she finally asked when he had set the glass down again.

"Yes. Are you okay?" He asked as he noticed her expression.

"Sure. All good with me," she waved it off quickly and slid around a bit on the sofa, embarrassed. "I just wanted to ask you if... well..." She bit her lips. "If I can..., how should I say it ... um ... kick you in the balls again?"



"Um... 1. why? And 2. I don't really want to feel that pain again," he quickly denied.

"Wait, wait, before you really say no listen to my offer first. When we met a few days ago, you had mentioned that you were still single, so I figured that I must have a girlfriend who would go out with you. And I found one for you too. You would meet tomorrow at my house. I didn't want to have anything from you at first, but when we talked about the old times earlier, I somehow got the desire to kick you again," she finished the sentence shyly and waited anxiously for his reaction.

He was in thoughts for a moment, then nodded. "Oh. Ok, I'm single, that's true, and it was a very nice idea of yours, but I really don't want to get kicked in the balls."

"I believe you, really I do, but… " she giggled and brushed her hair behind her ears again as she peered down at his lap. "You know, Max, I... would really really like to try it out again, though."

"I don't know." Now it was Max who blushed and scratched his chin shyly. He liked Melissa, but the offer hit him a little unexpectedly. "Getting kicked in the balls for a date, with a girl I don't know ... I’m not sure."

"Ok, new offer you can touch my breasts here and now, I know you secretly look at them all the time anyway and the date with my girlfriend still stands." she poked challengingly.

Max thought: ...Ok, deal!"

Melissa raised her eyebrows, and an unbelieving, mischievous smile stole across her lips. "Really?"

"Yes. Fuck it. You'd like to try it again, and you got me a date. I guess I'll go along with a few kicks."

"Yay," she said with a wide grin and jumped up. "You're such a sweetheart, Max."

"But only a few kicks though," he reminded her, also rising with a sigh as he looked down at himself and patted his pants.

"Roger that."

"So, how do you wanna start?"

"We'll both stand up on here... right," she said as they stood in front of each other next to the coffee table, looking at each other. "And... I'm kicking , I'd say, or what do you think?" she smirked.

"Sounds ... good … I think."

Melissa was half a head shorter than him. She possessed a slim, athletic torso and quite good breasts that stood out clearly under her blouse. Her legs were slender, but from experience Max knew that she still did a lot of sports, and her kicks were painful then, too.

"I'd be ready in theory," she announced.

"Wait a minute" Max stopped her, "Do you actually still do martial arts?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Ohh ... fuck, then please really not too hard, I can still remember your kicks from school, and I can't imagine that your legs have weakened, rather the opposite."

"Of course," she giggled gleefully, then she put her hands on his shoulders and unexpectedly let her knee shoot forward into his crotch. Max stunned and sucked in a sharp breath as her kneecap slammed into his jewels with unexpected hardness, sending a hot sting through his pubic area.

"Awww..." he moaned, biting his lips as he made every effort to stay upright.

She grinned at him with amusement and waited patiently for his grim expression to calm down.

"Well, how was it?" she finally gasped softly.

"Just as bad as before," he said with a sigh.

"And I didn't even kick as hard as I used to." With these words, she put her gentle hands on his shoulders again and this time shot her other knee into his crotch. This time she kicked a little lighter, and though a wave of pain jerked through his stomach again, this time he was able to stand without much trouble.

"Neat," she nodded appreciatively and, without waiting, rammed her knee in his privates once more.

This time her blow had hit home, and Max squirmed forward, holding onto her torso with his hands for a moment as a brief but hot wave of pain faded through his body. "Aaah."

"And what do you think?" she asked back teasingly.

" It's horrible, ... but the date makes it ... bearable."

"Glad to hear it." Again, she shot her knee into his private parts, making him howl sharply.

She kicked him a few more times, and Max tried with all his might to stand firm and not let a girl bring him to his knees, but after one particularly powerful kick he collapsed, and knelt on the floor, where he remained panting for a few seconds.

"Had enough already, my dear?" she asked playfully from above.

"Ahhh... I'm afraid so." Groaning, he rubbed his belly with one hand while massaging his painfully throbbing balls with the other. "I don't think you can ... convince me to go on today. I don't have the ... motivation for that right now."

"All right, that's quite enough for me." He felt her fingers resting on his shoulder, and when he looked up at her, she held out her hand encouragingly, which he grasped gratefully and rose to his feet.

She smirked when she saw his, still pained expression.

"Do you need ice to cool them? Or anything?".

"Nah, it's fine." He put a hand on her shoulder approvingly. "And was it as exciting as you imagined?"

"One hundred percent," she enthused, eyes blazing. "I just really got into it now. I wish I could go on - too bad I don't have anyone else to show me their balls for it."

"Yeah, too bad," Max nodded.

"You know, Melissa," he began conspiratorially, turning back to her. "I'm still allowed to touch your breasts, after all."

"And I was beginning to think you have already forgotten," she replied and moved her breasts in his direction.

He gently grabbed her breasts, enjoying the moment. Just when he could really feel them, his happiness was over, and Melissa freed her breasts from his grip.

A little later Max packed his things and Melissa accompanied him to the front door.

"See you tomorrow then."

"Yes, see you tomorrow" Max just turned around and was about to leave when Melissa called something after him. "Wait, come quickly you forgot something."

So, Max was now running towards her again.

"Here... " with these words Melissa hit Max with her hand in his soft parts.

He almost fell to the ground and doubled over but was just able to stand on his feet. Normally such a "light" blow wouldn't have really hurt him, but due to the previous kicks his balls were more sensitive than usual.

"Haha, sorry I just couldn't resist haha. See you tomorrow then." Melissa apologized with a big grin.

She closed the door and Max had to walk home with aching balls, but he was excited for the next day.