Schoolyard slam

**Hi everyone, decided to share a few of my BB experiences from the past few years - some are 100% true, some are mostly true with some liberties taken - I may move into complete fiction later on, we'll see how we go!**

Heidi wasn't particularly popular, but she had the amazing combination of being tall and thin while also having the biggest breasts I'd ever seen.

She'd moved to our school that year and we had a couple of classes together, and got along pretty well. One afternoon we both had a free period so were walking out of our school ground alone, where there would normally be dozens of others around.

We were just talking when I picked up a stone and threw it at a pole that was about 15 feet away - it clanked satisfyingly off the target.

"Wow, great shot!" She said. "Bet you can't do it again."

Recently, I'd discovered a love of ballbusting, and had been hit by a couple of girls - and saw an opening.

"Ok, but what are we betting?"I asked, with her not knowing how to reply. I saw an opening and went for it.

"How about if I win you carry my books for a week, and if you win, I'll let you kick me in the balls?"

Her response threw me: "I dunno, I kicked my ex-boyfriend in the balls and he passed out from shock."

My combination of youthful stupidity and lust simply had to know how that felt. She was a dancer, and quite tall, but passing out? I could handle it.

Eventually after some goading and prodding, she agreed, giving me three attempts to hit the pole. I was good enough at sports that I thought I could miss 'closely' each time, without making it obvious.

"That's one," she said as the first stone sailed past. "Two more and you're in trouble!"

"Oh man, that was close," she teased as the second narrowly evaded the pole.

I expected more exuberance from her after the final miss, but her response was to smile slightly and shake her head, as though she knew how bad what would happen next was going to be for me, and that she was just a reluctant soldier following orders.

"Stand over here, let's get this over with," Heidi ordered. Our school had uniforms which meant she was in close to the hottest ballbusting attire possible. I assumed the position, as I looked at her long legs barely hidden by a short school dress, and those black school shoes with heavy toes shining ominously.

"At least you know it's coming, so you probably won't pass out," she said optimistically, before taking a step back. Time stood still for me as she swung her leg forward with all her might and smashed the hard toe of her right shoe straight into my testicles, which were barely protected by my thin polyester shorts.

At this point I had only had my balls busted a couple of times, mostly taps and light kicks. My brain scrambled as it tried to process the ridiculous level of pain my body suddenly found itself feeling, a beautiful mix of agony from my exploded nuts, and ecstacy of knowing where that sensation had come from.

Heidi stood across from me, hands on hips, with a wry grin.

"Hope you learned a valuable lesson from this - NEVER bet your balls."

Heidi's kicks were like a drug for me after that, and every time we had a free period together to end the day, it would inevitably end with me rolling around on the ground, clutching my shattered manhood.

I had to win the bet a couple of times to keep up the facade when she crouched down next to me after a particularly brutal nutcracking, and whispered "I'm starting to think you like getting kicked in the balls."

Sadly we never really kept in touch after school finished, and so I never again felt Heidi's wrath - but few incidents since have matched her level of ball kicking excellence.