Scoring the Freshman Ballbuster

All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.

Amber was the most amazing girl that I have ever met. Not only because she was exactly my type, tall, blonde, with bright blue eyes, generally exceptionally good looking and blessed with a perfect rack. But because she made no secret of being very sex-open and a born ballbuster. I met her early in my freshmen year at college on a camping trip for students who were new to town and wanted to get to know some people.

Barely a couple of hours into making her acquaintance, I got to witness the first kick to some poor dude’s testicles. Amber was sitting on a camping chair, drinking beer, her legs resting on a rock close to the campfire in front of her. When the drunk guy unsuspectingly stepped over Amber’s stretched legs to get to his own chair, the girl launched her foot up right into his groin without hesitation, before blurting out in tipsy laughter. Not only her, but all the girls present had a good laugh when the poor guy bent over moaning, cupped his groin and barely managed to stay on his feet to avoid crushing his balls on Amber’s shins resting between his legs.

Despite the familiar discomfort – and envy – I felt, whenever a guy got busted in my presence, I laughed, too. Never had I been lucky enough to get kicked in the balls by a girl. With Amber in my life, this possibility was suddenly very real. I figured that if I laughed about it, I might increase my chances to be her next victim.

Interestingly, the girls – slightly outnumbering the guys – immensely loosened up after this incident. As if the balance of power between the sexes had suddenly shifted, the guys suddenly seemed too intimidated to fill the role of drunk, outgoing guys trying to score. The niche was instantly filled by the girls, their confidence elevated by Amber’s playful demonstration of female power.

I couldn’t believe my luck, when I realized that Amber began hitting on me. Awkward and shy as I usually am, I just couldn’t wrap my head around what was going on. When I got up to get more firewood, Amber jumped up and joined me. Drunk as I was, the shift of atmosphere from the fire surrounded by a dozen drunk freshmen students and music, to the dark, silent forest with only that amazing brat and me, felt extremely intimate.

Too shy and stupid to response to Amber’s obvious advances, I instantly began collecting dry branches from the floor. When I had an amount large enough to occupy both of my hands, Amber continued loading more onto the pile in front of my chest.

“Are you sure, you can handle this?”, she asked, suspiciously, while placing a few more thick branches on top of the pile.

“No worries, I can handle everything, heh.”, I confidently said, very aware of my exposed male vulnerability with both arms obstructed. My heart raced, when I faintly saw the look in Amber’s eyes in the bright light of the full moon, as she took a step back. I could’ve sworn that her eyes had just come up from my groin with a mischievous, conspiratorial look.

“Anything, yeah?”, her response came with a teasing undertone, that would’ve made me cum right away, had I not been absolutely wasted on booze at this point. In my dulled mind, everything happened so insanely fast. A little twitch of her body was all the warning I got, as the wood obstructed my view on her lower body. A moment later, I found myself down on the floor, rolling off the pile of branches, clutching my balls.

The pain radiating from my testicles was absolutely daunting. Bare any effort, the girl had fully defeated me in an instant. Her sadistic, malicious laugh mixed in with the storm of emotions drowning my brain. So many times had I fantasized what it would feel like, when a girl decided to hurt my testicles. It blew my mind, how painful and intense it actually was.

The severity of the emotions inflicted by her reaction of genuine amusement and joy even exceeded the physical pain. I couldn’t believe, she had simply decided to put me through this for her personal entertainment, without even knowing that I had been hoping for just this. Carefully, I looked up at her sexy physique, now right in front of the bright moon. Its light surrounded her in a halo that made the image even more amazing and intimidating. Good lord, I already had fallen in love with the girl.

Looking back, I should’ve just gotten up and kissed her. Instead, I stayed down on the forest floor, cupping my balls with both hands in the attempt to hide my boner. Once again, my stupid shyness and awkwardness got in the way of experiencing something truly wonderful. Amber waited a couple of minutes, before she grew impatient, picked up a couple of branches with a teasing comment about how I hadn’t handled it and left.

Unfortunately, I didn’t get any other chance to approach her that night. Only when I came back to the fire a couple of minutes after her, she smiled at me with the most amazing, briskly smile. When I got back home the following day, I spent my afternoon jerking off again and again. The dull ache that occupied my balls nearly a whole day after the kick made my mind constantly circle around that miraculous moment, again, and again, and again.

Thinking back at her sexy physique, the mean look in her eyes and that moment where her sneaker smashed into my testicles and instantly floored me had my cock throbbing and desperately demanding a relief every single time. I needed more of this!

My prayers were heard, when Amber invited a smaller group of people who had gotten close on that trip to her home. Except from the two of us, it was three girls and just one guy. Nothing interesting like further busts happened as we casually hung out, drank, smoked some weed and watched TV together on her bed.

Merely did Amber bloat out a story, how a guy had commented on her butt this afternoon and spent the next quarter hour or so rolling around on the concrete, cupping his testicles. She even got into describing how small his nuts had felt, and how well she could tell, as she had been wearing flip-flops. I had to sit up to hide my rapidly hardening dick while I listened to her tale.

After a day of nervousness, the meaningful moment came so fast. A simple impulse of one of the girls who was tired, and everyone was about to leave. Awkwardly, I said goodbye to everyone and without any explanation stayed with Amber when they left. My heart raced, when she closed the door and I was alone with her. After what had happened the last time where we had been alone, I was helplessly attracted, yet badly intimidated by her.

“Do you still wanna watch something more... or... am I keeping you from sleeping?”, I tried to say casually to break the moment of silence that almost turned weird, but it came out unsteady and far too quiet. Awkwardly, I cleared my throat.

“Oh I’m not sleepy. But I’m still high as fuck. TV is boring.”, she grinned at me, making my heart stop for a moment. She was delivering me the perfect opening. All I had to do was score. But she had a point. Amnesia Haze had left my brain a blank page. Valuable seconds passed, as I worked my mind to come up with something. Something fun. Something that would lead to her targeting my testicles.

“We could do something crazy. Ever played strip-poker?”, I pressed out and instantly regretted it, when Amber let out a bright laugh.

“Hahaha, sure. I played it last week. And got two guys fully nude right there in front of me.”, she bragged while pointing at her table. Not a second I doubted that she was telling the truth. Never had I seen a girl so casually and openly sharing one sexy story after the other. She made it so easy for me. “But poker with two people is pretty dumb. What about strip-UNO?”

I nodded, sat down and the next minute, we played a round of cards that would make some piece of clothes come off. It was all too overwhelming. The effect of the weed that made everything so much more confusing and meritorious, the constantly present memory of this hot girl nailing me in the nuts as a practical joke, and the anticipation of at least one of us being nude very soon. Everything added up to a boner so massive that I was surprised that it didn’t burst through my jeans.

I won the first round and watched her take off both of her socks. The rounds were fairly long for a strip game, but the excitement and tension was wonderful. As I was hoping for her to go for my nuts, I decided to lose a few rounds on purpose, hoping to give her ideas.

After two purposely lost rounds, I continued normally, but after one victory, I lost again and again, anyway. Suddenly, I was about to be down to my boxers, while Amber had only lost her socks and pants. As she was sitting with her legs crossed, it only took a bit of imagination to ignore the knowledge about her hidden panties and just imagine her naked below her dark blouse.

To get out of my jeans, I had to get up from my chair for the first time in the game. A taunting smile formed on Amber’s face, when she saw the obvious bulge of the raging boner in my jeans. My head turned bright red, when I realized how bad it would look in the loose boxers instead of the tough fabric from the jeans. Awkwardly, and subjected to her curious stare, I released my cock that instantly formed a tent from my boxers.

“Wow. Someone is horny today.”, Amber joked, not averting her eyes for a second. It was funny how there were no boundaries for her, nothing odd or repulsive. She loved looking at my large dick, and she didn’t care if I knew. The next game, I had to win. Silently, I cursed myself for losing earlier on purpose. At least, I could’ve waited for her to flash her tits. Shocked, I watched her play all her cards while I was stuck with mine.

“Uno-uno, honey. Time to shine.”, she cheered with the brightest, happiest smile and leaned back in her chair, expectantly.

“Fuck.”, I commented, reluctantly. The anticipation of standing fully nude in front of a girl that I had barely spent a full day with, actually made my boner a lot worse. Somehow, stripping naked in front of a girl turned me on even more than vice-versa.

With sweaty hands, I got up and stood next to the table to allow her a good look. Very slowly, I lifted the waistband of my boxers over my boner and pulled it down until it fell around my feet. As I didn’t know where to comfortably put my hands, I confidently placed them on my hips. Amber had put on a beautiful, naughty grin and stared right at my junk in fascination.

“Nice package! Much better size then the guys last week.”, she smirked much to my delight. With a lot more confidence, I walked back to the chair, sat down and shuffled the cards. Amber leaned onto her elbows on the table and stared at me vividly.

“What are you doing?”, she asked, casually.

“Shuffling the cards…?”

“Why?”

“Because… we’re playing strip UNO.”

“We did. You lost.”, she was so amazingly direct and provocative.

“Well… you’re not naked yet.”

“Yeah. Because I won.” The blonde girl must have been hearing my heart pounding in my chest. This was the moment. I stopped the shuffling of cards and looked into her eyes.

“Well, then you can choose something that I have to do or that you can do to me, if you win.” Out it was. Probably it was obvious for her at this point that I wanted her to kick me in the balls. I just couldn’t speak it out loudly. Chickened out every single time. Amber leaned back and placed an index finger on her lips, pretending to think, but it was obvious that she was only enjoying my tension and discomfort.

“Something I can do to you, hmmm. Actually, I would love to kick you in the balls again.”, she spoke out very casually, a moment before she couldn’t suppress her excited, naughty smile. Suddenly, she lifted her hands to her chest and grabbed her own boobs, pressing them together and thus showing a lot more cleavage. “But showing my tits is worth a lot more than a kick in the balls. So it’s gotta be at least two kicks, hits or squeezes for one lost round. And you have to stand right there while we play.” Her finger pointed at the floor right next to her around the corner of the table.

“Two kicks in the balls for one round?”, I tried to act hesitantly. It was very clear that she loved it, and I loved it, still I couldn’t get myself to just admit it. Either way, I concurred way too fast to sell it as genuine consideration. “Okay, but please be gentle with them. I want to keep the boys a bit longer.” The joke made her laugh and I significantly relaxed. I couldn’t wrap my head around how perfect this situation was.

I stood up and placed myself next to her behind the corner of the table to her left for the next round. My rock hard cock was pointing across the table right in front of her and my bare balls openly hung below. The position felt so extremely dangerous, yet hot and somewhat comfortable. Amber had no reservation whatsoever towards my manhood. I wondered, how many times she had looked at, touched, grabbed, squeezed, punched or kicked male groins in her life.

The good thing about my position was that I could perfectly look past the table to admire her her nice C-cup tits under the thin blouse and her beautiful, bare thighs and knees. A tiny triangle of panties was visible where her thighs and blouse met, stretching over her fascinating, smooth crotch. My fantasy went wild on what was beneath, until I reminded myself that I would find out soon enough.

“Uno; uno-uno”, Amber suddenly said happily, while playing the last to cards. On the way up with her hand, she snapped it to the side and gave my unsuspecting, bare testicles an instant sharp slap. Coming fully unexpected while I was occupied staring at her thighs and tits, the pain was a lot worse than I would’ve expected from a slap like this. An instant wave of pain and arousal buckled my knees and I grabbed the edge of the table with both hands to steady myself. But my arms defied me as well, and I sunk under the table with a moan.

As the table leg made it impossible to land on my knees, I squatted. Before my right hand had followed my manhood down to just above the floor, Amber simply snapped out the leg that she had placed on top of the other, right past the table leg at her side and into my unprotected groin.

If the previous slap was painful, this swift kick was simply crushing. I felt all air escaping my lungs, as my body turned limp and I found myself in the familiar position on the floor in front of Amber’s feet. The two blows had been delivered so fast that the agony simply stacked. The girl’s power and obvious joy and hopefully arousal to put me into a state of affliction far beyond her imagination yet totally turned me on. Cupping my testicles with both hands, I rolled around and tried to cope with the pain while savoring a moment that would ensure tens of thousands of wonderful orgasms in my life.

“Ouughh, my balls…”, I pressed out, mostly because I figured it would be great entertainment for Amber. The reassuring giggle of the hot girl got through to my mind, not before the defeating initial rush of pain had given way to the more dull and spread-out ache that was about to remind me of my rightful place for hours or days to come. Scared, yet craving for more, I finally pulled myself up at the edge of the table and presented Amber’s favorite target to her.

“There, there.”, Amber mocked me so with such simplicity, yet effectiveness. I wondered, how much of this I was going to be able to take. After all, this had been the second time in my life that any girl had put me through this. Also I wondered, if she would be cruel enough to insist on finalizing this game before engaging in anything that may take off the edge for me. She was wearing at least three more pieces.

Luckily, the next round went well for me. To my surprise, Amber got up without saying a word, stepped behind her chair to allow me a good look from not too close and pulled down her panties in one swift motion. I gasped, when she straightened her back and I laid eyes on her beautiful, cleanly waxed pussy under the dark blouse. Women in tops without anything below were such a fucking turn-on for me. It had something so naughty, wearing a top and bra while being fully exposed where it arguably really counted.

Before the blonde sat back down, she slowly strode once around the table to allow me a look at her crotch, curvy hips and tight butt from all sides. When she passed right in between me and the table, I was sure to receive another hit in the balls. Surprisingly, Amber played by the rules and merely grinded her butt against my cock that obstructed her way like a barricade that refused to open. I moaned deeply and actually nearly shot my load all across the table.

Smiling seductively and obviously very aware of the effect she had on me, Amber sat down and locked her feet into the legs of her chair on either side. The position left her knees a couple of inches apart and allowed me a terribly distracting view on her closed, soft pussy lips.

The next round, I lost. Instead of surprising me with rapid busts like the first time, Amber got up and demanded me to stand in front of her with my legs spread. Offering my testicles to that amazingly hot girl without panties, was my life’s absolute peak of sexual fulfillment. My whole body trembled in anticipation and arousal, when she slowly lifted her leg and softly nestled the top of her foot against the bottom of my balls. Simply by allowing my eyes to follow her foot that was tightly placed against my manhood to take aim for an unimaginably hurtful kick, up her long leg, to her amazing crotch, almost made me cum bare any actual stimulation once again.

“Close your eyes.”, Amber commanded.

“But.. I want to see.”, I disapproved, my eyes fixated on the center of female, sensual beauty, half-hidden between her thighs.

“You will flinch. Close your eyes or I will repeat the kicks until you do.”, her voice came with a dangerous, threatful tone. I obeyed and felt her foot detach from my tender testicles. The tension was so bad, that the loud clap, followed by sudden unbearable pain in my groin, came almost as relief. I instantly snapped my legs together and fell like a tree to her feet, rolling onto my side.

Too late I realized that my balls had been squeezed out behind my thighs just below my butt, when I had instinctively closed my legs. A light, nearly merciful additional kick of Amber from behind was all that was needed to multiply the pain threefold, as my balls had nowhere to escape her foot. If Amber hadn’t been so insanely hot and teasing, I would never have been able to get up and take any more of this.

When I finally lifted my head in an early attempt to take my position to continue the game, Amber was sitting on the chair with her legs spread and playing with herself while observing my reaction to her punishment. It was another image that was soaked into my memory forever. The fact that I had not really asked her for this, but that she wanted and truly enjoyed it on a deeply sexual level was amazing. After watching her for a moment while way too slowly the relentless pain in my testicles decreased, I finally was able to get up and ready for the next rounds.

Statistically, I had to expect at least another four kicks before she was naked and the game over – which probably wouldn’t mean that the busting was going to be over. I silently cursed myself for losing multiple rounds on purpose, unsure if I was going to be able to take that. With genuine terror, I observed the game turning against me after I had nearly won, until I had lost once again.

Submissively, I took a step back from the table, opened my legs and accepted being at her full mercy now. The hungry look of panted-up sexual desire was written onto her face, as Amber stepped in front of me and elegantly jumped up a bit to sit on the edge of the table with her legs spread. Her boobs jiggling in the blouse made me want to see them so badly. Without a word, Amber leaned forward, got herself a hand full of my testicles and pulled me towards her while cruelly digging her fingers into my man-meat.

“Oh gosh… pleease…”, I begged when the pressure made my balls scream their pain across every single neuron I had. The level of control she had over me was crushing. Desperately, I stumbled forward to at least stop the tug.

“Pleeease… what?”, she purred, when my face was right in front of hers. Her small, delicate hand felt like screw clamp mercilessly compressing my most sensitive, yet precious body parts.

“Pleeease don… oh pleease let me fuck you, Amber.”, I quickly withdrew from my first instinct to beg for my balls not to get crushed.

“Correct answer!”, the blonde girl laughed, before opening her legs until her knees touched the edge of the table on either side and pushing the tip of my raging boner into her pussy by dragging my by my balls. To allow me full access, she finally let go of my balls that gratefully landed on the table, just next to the edge.

After feeling her wet, hot and amazingly tight pussy had fully engulfed my large cock, Amber wrapped her arms and legs around me and pulled me in for a passionate, intensive kiss. Silently, I cursed myself that I hadn’t been able to get her out of her blouse and bra, when I felt her boobs pressed against my chest through two annoying layers of fabric. Just when my balls had surprisingly rapidly recovered from the previous squeeze, I had the smart idea to strip her off her remaining clothes.

What started as a fantasy, quickly turned into misery. In the moment I grabbed the end of her blouse to yank it over her head, Amber simply arched her back rolled her pelvis forward. I felt the shaft my cock being pushed down and separating my balls while being pressed against the tabletop with the tip still inside of her. A moment later, the brat’s parted pussy lips came down to equally press each of my testicles against the unyielding wood. While I could’ve easily pulled them out a moment before, I had actually considered them more safe on the table, out of reach of her feet that clasped my thighs. Now, it was too late.

Her tongue still passionately working mine, I let out a desperate moan and grabbed her bare butt with both hands, hoping to push back her pelvis. The girl tensed and clung on to me like a constrictor snake. Her strength and body weight should’ve been no match for me, but the way she played her cards, I was totally dominated by her.

Suddenly, Amber’s lips disengaged from mine and she threw her head back and bit her lip in an expression of ecstasy while slowly wiggling her hip around, inflicting an unbearable in my testicles that got grinded on the tabletop by her soft, hot pussy lips.

“Fuck me, then!”, she suddenly yelled in a surprisingly strict and loud tone, before mercilessly increasing her wiggling. But how?, I thought, my sexual organs currently acting as her pillow. Suddenly, I came up with a rather simple, actually obvious solution. With one hand grabbing each of her wonderful butt cheeks, I simply lifted her off the table and took a couple of steps back with her.

A loud, somewhat complaining moan escaped her mouth when she lost the sensation of my balls cushioning her pussy while her body weight pushed my cock fully into her. Her head came back down and she bit my lip teasingly, before engaging in another hot kiss and pushing herself up and down on my cock by my shoulders, panting hard. Suddenly, she stopped, leaned her forehead against mine and looked me deep into the eyes. The moment was so intimate and arousing, that I didn’t even process one of her hands leaving my shoulder.

The next moment, her mouth parted in a naughty smirk, just before her hand began slapping my balls. Without the table, she could easily get to them by reaching around her thigh. Moaning, I held eye contact with her while wrapping one arm around the small of her back to allow the other one to aid my helpless manhood. When her fingers quickly grabbed and closed around my testicles to begin squeezing, I knew that I had no chance.

Letting her have her way with my vulnerable orbs, I tried focusing on making her come as fast as possible. There was a clear correlation between how horny the girl was and how ruthlessly she busted my balls. The pain was just too much by now. Although I loved the fact that she inflicted it on me and it was a constant fucking tease, its intensity kept me from being able to really enjoy it. Every time, I thought that I had saved my testicles from her, she found a new way to make me feel like she was about to break them.

Despite the fear for my manhood, the sex was absolutely amazing. My legs spread widely for stability, I lifted her tall, yet graceful and delicate, teasingly half-dressed, stunning body up and down faster and faster. The closer she got to orgasm, the harder the slaps, punches and squeezes targeting my exposed balls became. My knees trembled from the level of extreme pain and pleasure, I was in.

A sudden, rough squeeze, followed by rhythmic pulsing of her pussy around my cock and a bright, ecstatic scream of Amber told me that I had succeeded. The relief, as well as the sudden intensification of sensations all over my manhood pushed me over the edge as well. Panting, my knees finally gave in and we slowly sunk to the floor, while waves of rewarding pleasure, massively enhanced by the relentless pain radiating from my testicles washed over me.

When my body and mind finally came to rest after what felt like an eternity of supernatural joy, I found myself on my side, on the floor, right in front of Amber on her other side across from me. Looking deep into each other’s eyes, we had another wonderfully intimate moment. I never wanted it to end.

“Do you want to see my boobs?”, she asked with a sudden, mischievous smirk. Although it totally broke my moment of deep affection, there was no doubt, what my answer was going to be.

“Yes, please.”, I happily said, my eyes wandering down to the beautiful sight that I figured awaited them. Instead, I received another cruel snap kick into my bare, swollen balls resting on my thigh after all the wonderful torture. All the pain that had somehow faded in my intensive orgasm instantly came back. I moaned desperately, and rolled onto my stomach with both hands in my groin. Amber giggled, stood up and strode to the bathroom, her butt swaying seductively.

“Then better luck next time, honey.”