Confessions of a Ball Busting Lesbian PART 1

"Hi, mind if I join you?" asked Paul.

I squinted at him in the bright sun. "Sure, why not."

He sat in the lounge chair next to me, and reclined with a smile. I couldn't help but notice how his package filled the front of his swim trunks as he lay back. Being a sexy blonde, I didn't have to worry about letting my glance linger the way guys had to worry about it.

I'm sure Paul noticed, and I'm sure he intended to make a good showing in his tight swimsuit. But he played it off and tilted his head back, his arms behind his head. He had a great six pack and chest too, and it absolutely sizzled in the heat and sun.

"I love the smell of summer," he said.

I wrinkled my nose as I lay back. "It smells like chlorine from the swimming pool."

"Yeah; I love that smell!"

I turned towards him, and he smiled since he couldn't see my eyes narrow behind my sunglasses. He may have a hot bod, but there wasn't much upstairs. About as useless for conversation as most men.

The birds squawked in the background, just above the hum of a distant lawnmower, but it was as good as silence. Just as I was closing my eyes and nodding off in the 100 degree Phoenix heat, he spoke again.

"So, Dana..."

Here it comes. Get it over with already.

"I was wondering if you'd like to, you know, catch a movie or something some time."

He hadn't worked hard enough, so I lay perfectly still, keeping my eyes closed, waiting to see what he'd say next as his insides twisted up.

"It doesn't have to be, you know, like a date or anything.."

Oh, jesus; getting colder. Do I have to spoon feed him what to say?

"Sure," I answer, still laying back with my eyes closed.

I made plans to go to dinner with him that night, and he lingered a little while longer but then realized I wasn't as much in the mood to talk as I was to relax and nap in the sun.

"I'll pick you up at six, then?"

"See you there," I said, my eyes drifting down as he stood up. I may prefer women to men, but a nice bulge of organs is hard to ignore. Male anatomy has always fascinated me, both sexually and intellectually. It has the power to impregnate a million women a day, it seeps hormones into the bloodstream that cause men's body to mutate into powerful machines, and yet it's as vulnerable and weak as any other internal organ would be if left hanging outside the body in a sack of skin.

Paul was early; I saw him sitting in his car a block away fixing his hair again and again in his rearview mirror. I had to laugh. I had no interest in him, other than the fact that he was a life support system for the very organs that made him desire me. I take that back: his whole body was sexy, I liked the whole muscular package as a change of pace from my usual diet of tits and pussy.

Six o'clock rolled around, and he rang the doorbell on cue. He was all dressed up, and he looked marvelous.

"Wow, you look GREAT, Dana."

I did. I was wearing one of my semi-slutty club dresses that was made of black lycra and barely came halfway down my thighs. Cleavage was exposed liberally, although he had to pretend not to notice that part. Whatever.

Dinner was good, but he seemed compelled to make chit chat and try to seem witty. Too bad a language barrier couldn't be built on demand, so that we would be left with only silence and meaningful glances and gestures.

"So, Fred says he's got nitro built into his Pontiac, and I'm like, 'that'll get you through the first quarter mile-'"

His sentance came to an abrupt end and I smiled. I had wiggled one of my shoes off, and my stockinged toes had come to rest on the soft flesh pudding between his legs. His mouth opened and then closed again as I nudged my foot forward, gently sinking deeper into his yeilding gonads. I could feel the two orbs against the ball of my foot, soft and warm through his slacks. Curling my toes, I could feel his dick above them, soft and draped to the left.

Paul looked around to see if anyone might be watching my indecent liberty, but the tablecloth hung far too low on the table. As I wiggled my foot and curled and uncurled my toes, I felt his dick starting to inflate. Paul played it off admirably, resting his hands on the table and looking around casually now and then as I moved my foot higher to follow his bulge as it migrated upwards in his pants.

When I had him stiff as a rock, I slid my foot back down and thrust forward hard. He let out a surprised grunt as his balls deformed under the sudden pressure. I felt a rush go through me, and a slight tingle of wetness between my legs. I slid my toes upwards again, tracing his boner through his pants until I felt the ridge of his head.

He relaxed again, and resumed his smile, even as my foot slid slowly back down. I guess he thought the first time was an accident.

"OOOF!" he bellowed, causing several people to turn and look. I had hooked my toes forward and dropped my foot down forcefully, sandwiching his nuts against the chair and smushing them good. His legs closed protectively, and he bowed forward slightly.

"Oops, sorry," I said coyly as I pulled my trapped foot free from his clenched legs.

He was finding it difficult to breathe, and his face was turning red. "It's ok," he said; "I'm fine."

My pussy got absolutely wet watching him sitting there breathing hard, and I imagined what kind of pain his nuts were sending up through his guts. A guy had once told me the muscles that connect to them go all the way up to the back of the throat, and after a hit to the pods, a guy can suffocate and pass out.

The first time I hit a boy in the balls was purely by accident. I was 7 years old at the time, and me and a neighborhood boy had gotten into a semi serious, semi playful fight. We were wrestling and rolling around, lightly hitting and kicking each other, when my knee came up between his legs. I remember the itchy, tingly sensation I got in my pussy as he curled up into a ball and cradled himself between his legs.

Ever since then, I was hooked. I'd use any excuse to hit a guy in the nuts, and I'd always laugh as they fell to the ground and cradled themselves. When I hit puberty, I got real interested in girls, but I still enjoyed hitting guys in the balls. I'd get real wet as I baited them to say something wrong, whumped them, and watched them writhe in pain. Sometimes I'd masturbate at night thinking about it.

"I'm fine," said Paul. Normal color had returned to his face, and his breathing was less strained.

"Oh, good. I'm REALLY sorry." I took another drink of my wine, then looked over at him. "I'll make it up to you."

I couldn't see, but I knew just from the nervous smile he returned that his boner was making a comeback.

Finally, he was driving me home, and I invited him to come in long before we arrived rather than letting him sweat it out wondering how to ask. When we got in, I took the initiative and wrapped myself around him on the couch and began kissing him. To my surprise, he was an excellent kisser, and the exitement was back in my loins.

Things progressed quickly: My naked tits spilling out of his hands as he squeezed them, my tongue tracing his chest muscles, his mouth at my pussy. He seemed to be in no rush as he ate me out, and I was allowed to enjoy a nice orgasm on his talented tongue. He came up and cuddled me, and for the first time I felt guilty for smashing his balls in the restaurant and leading him on for the sole purpose of using him sexually.

I carressed his back as he held me gently, and let my hand cross his hip and slide across the front of his underpants. My fingers bumped up against a huge boner straining agaist the elastic waistband.

"We've got to do something about this," I said, my sexual exitement renewing. He turned onto his back and lifted his butt while I hooked my thumbs into the waistband and pulled his skivvies clear. Before me was a magnificent cock which sprouted above two nicely plump balls. This guy wasn't huge, but he was nicely hung.

I bent my head forward and took in the pleasantly faint musk of his masculine scent as my nose touched the bottomside of his cock. He moaned as I traced my nose upwards, following the tube along the bottom that lead to his tip. There's no skin softer than the skin of a penis. His head was oozing pre-cum, and I used my right hand to lift his prick so I could lick it where it was leaking.

"OOhhhhh," he sighed as my tongue slid across his slit. I licked the spot underneath where the head joins the shaft in a vee, and his cock twitched in my hand like it was alive. That was the male G spot, and I knew not to linger too long but I had to lick it a few more times, enjoying the feeling of man-meat jumping and swelling in my hand.

"What would you like, Paul?" I asked, eager to repay him for his lack of sexual selfishness.

"Whatever you want to give," he answered.

"Tell me what you'd like," I said. "Anything."

"I'll be happy with whatever you feel comfortable with."

I slapped his balls lightly with my left hand, making him cringe. "Tell me."

"No."

I slapped them again, making them bounce in their sacks. He cringed again, and let out a soft grunt of pain. "Tell me."

"No."

Had he opened his legs slightly wider? I reached my hand under his plump balls and cupped them. They felt warm and heavy in my palm as my fingers began to close around them. Slowly I squeezed tighter and tighter. "You better 'fess up, Paul. Would you like a blowjob? Maybe you want to fuck me?"

Paul gritted his teeth as his testicles started to squish out of shape, spilling out the sides of my little hand as I gripped them tighter and tighter. His cock was absolutely throbbing in my right hand, and I made a realization.

"You like it when I hurt your balls, don't you?" He didn't answer, so I let off on the pressure. "Don't you?" I asked again, giving a quick squeeze.

He shook his head, but his cock swelled even more. His head had turned purple, and more pre-cum was drooling out of his slit. I licked his tip clean again, and began pumping his cock with my right hand while I tightened and loosened my grip on his nuts. Paul arched his back and moaned deeply, his stomache muscles tensing.

I took him into my mouth and sucked my cheeks in, sloshing my tongue around against the tightly stretched skin of his cockhead. I opened my left hand so I could feel his loose balls bouncing against my palm as I jacked him with my right hand.

Normally, I don't let guys cum in my mouth, but tonight I couldn't wait for Paul to explode. His balls felt so heavy as they thudded against my palm, and I started moving my open hand up and down in time so I was slapping them upwards each time they hit.

Paul placed his hand gently upon my bobbing head, and I could tell he was real close because his dick was suddenly expanding even more between my lips.

"Dana, I'm gonna...."

I jacked him even harder in response, making slurping sounds as I bobbed my head up and down. His balls were no longer bouncing in their sacks, they had tightened up agaisnt his body. I grabbed them and squeezed, and Paul groaned loudly.

His cock twitched in my mouth, then twitched again as a warm gush of salty fluid splashed against my tongue. I couldn't feel his balls doing anything in my hand, but I imagined the pressure I was putting on them was forcing out lots of sperm as he hosed the inside of my mouth. I let his semen drool back out, warm and wet as it coated his shaft and my hand. My nostrils filled with the sharp scent of cum, and I thought of Paul's earlier comment about the "smell of summer." Maybe the pool smell had reminded him of hot summer sex sessions.

His squirts died down to a trickle, and his body relaxed beneath me. I raised my head and smiled at him as he caught his breath. "That was fun," I said, using the back of my left hand to wipe the cum off my lips.

"Do you still want an anwswer to your question?" asked Paul as he passed me his undershirt to clean the gooey mess off my right hand.

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Both."

"Huh?" I looked down at his drooping cock. "I think it's a bit late to decide that now."

"I didn't say right now." Paul smiled. "Mind if I stick around for a few hours?"

I felt flattered and exited at the same time. I thought about how that cock would feel inside of me, with those big balls bouncing against my ass.

"That would be nice." I looked at his balls, now hanging so low they were almost resting on the cussion beneath him. I thought about hurting them while he begged for mercy until his cock sprayed. "That would be very nice."