Confessions of a Ball Busting Lesbian (Part 2)

"Are you sure you don't want me to wear a rubber?" Paul was laying on his back on my living room floor, and I was straddling him.

"Do you know you're clean?" I asked, holding his dick with both hands. I had it aimed straight up, and my pussy lips were already starting to squish around his oozing cockhead.

"Yeah." Like a guy would say anything else at a time like this.

"Just don't cum in me," I said, waiting for his nod. I was on the pill to control the severity of my periods, but I didn't want to risk Michelle smelling sperm inside me. That smell can last a day or so in there, and she'd probably freak.

I let gravity do its work, and let out a shameless moan as the bulbous head popped through. He wasn't huge, but he was certainly a lot bigger than a finger or the occasional vibrator I'm used to. I've had dick before, but when it's been a while you can really feel the stretch. I had to hold myself there a bit and let my pussy expand before I could work him in deeper. At the halfway point, I just dropped and let out a shameless moan as I impaled myself.

My name is Dana, and I'm a lesbian. Ok, so I like a little dick every so often, but that's about the extent of it. Most men are a waste of time, but their organs fascinate me. Especially their balls. I got a reputation in high school for kicking guys in the nuts; doing that to a guy or seeing it done just turns me on for some reason.

Paul is a guy who lives at my apartment complex. I bump into him a lot at the pool and the laundry room. One day he gets up the courage to ask me out on a date. He's got a killer bod, and I was craving some red meat so I figured what the fuck. I played clumsy and hit him in the nads a few times by "accident," but come to find out the freak enjoys it. Not bad for a first date, though I hope he doesn't get whipped.

"Here's my number," said Paul as he left. He didn't seem too upset that I kicked him after we were done screwing. "Call me."

"Ok," I said, already not in the mood to kiss him goodnight.

As it turned out, it was a good thing I didn't let him spooge in me because the very next night I had Michelle over and we had ourselves our own hot little session in my bed. It was an hour later we were walking hand in hand to the soda machine in the laundry room when we ran into Paul.

"Hey, Dana."

"What's up?" I said casually.

"Not much, just doing laundry." He had noticed I was holding hands with Michelle and he was playing it cool. Damn, he was smarter than I gave him credit for. "Well, take it easy," he said picking up his basket and heading out.

"Who's that?" asked Michelle. I couldn't tell how she meant it by the tone of her voice. She had a bad Mexican temper.

"Just some guy who lives here. He's pretty cool."

A week later, I'm at the pool and there's Paul laying in one of the lounge chairs getting some sun on his hot bod. His male organs made a nice bulge where they were packed into his swimsuit.

"Hey," I said, sniffing the air, "I smell hot dog cooking."

"Real funny," said Paul, shading his eyes to look at me. "How are ya doing?"

"Good, real good," I said, looking around to see if anyone was watching. I swung my towel and snapped it into his krotch. I missed and hit his thigh, making him jump with surprise. But he didn't close his legs, so I swung again and managed to nail him right on target with a nice "thwack!"

"OOOOF!"

I giggled as Paul's stomache muscles convulsed and he brought his knees together, rolling on his side. I lay my towel out onto the chair next to him and watched him slowly recover. Instead of laying back on the chair, he was sitting up with his towel draped over his lap.

"Paul?"

"Yeah?"

"How come you're not lying down?" I sat up and leaned towards him, trying snatch his towel away. "Do you have a boner because I snapped you on the nuts?"

Paul didn't answer, and I grabbed the towel and tried to wrestle it away from him. "Come on," I said, laughing, "let's see if you've got a sausage in your tight little bathing suit."

"Ehem," an elderly woman's voice came from over my shoulder. It was the dried up old bitch from Apt 43.

I let go of Paul's towel and straightened my hair back out of my face while she sat down on a chair on the opposite side of the pool.

"Let's get out of here," I said to Paul, getting up and pulling on his wrist. He wrapped his towel around his waist and followed me back to my place where we both cracked up and bad mouthed the old bitch by the pool.

"Now, give me that towel," I said to Paul.

"You got it," he said, unwrapping it from his waist. Without warning he snapped it, hitting my left tit.

"You BASTARD!" I shouted, as my stinging nipple stiffened through my bikini top. I charged him and threw a hard kick that would have probably damaged him if he hadn't covered his groin.

"Woa!" he said, laughing.

But I was pissed, and I grabbed onto him and tried to knee him while he dodged and wrestled with me. I must have bruised his thigh good before we both went down to the carpet, tumbling across the floor while he was still laughing. He didn't know just how pissed I was!

Finally, one of my knees got through. It wasn't a direct hit, but it got him. I could feel his whole body shudder, and his grip suddenly got weak. I almost went for another hard shot, but my anger had subsided and I rolled off him.

"Oohhhhh," he moaned, holding his balls as he lay on his side. "Lucky shot," he said.

"You're lucky I didn't get you harder," I said, my anger turning into sexual exitement as I watched him holding his balls in agony from what I had done to him.

"I could have pinned you if I wanted to," he said. "I used to wrestle in High School."

"Then why didn't you?"

"I was taking it easy on you." Paul was sitting up now, his eyes sparkling with mischief. He was goading me on.

"Ok," I said. "Get up, strong boy."

We squared off, and as he came close, I kicked for his nuts. Before I knew what happened, I was on my back with my legs over my head like a pretzel. I tried to get my right hand free, but he had it pinned as well.

"That's called the cradle," he said, releasing me.

Now my ego was bruised, and we squared off a few more times, each time with similar results. Me pinned.

"Ok," I said, catching my breath. "Let's see how tough you are without using modern protection to cheat."

"Protection? I'm not wearing any cup," he said.

"Come on," I said, reaching behind to untie my bikini top. "We're going to wrestle naked like the Greeks did."

Paul's eyes bugged out as I pulled my top off and my tits bounced free. I smiled and pulled down my thongs. Paul hooked his fingers into his trunks and was naked in a second, his nicely shaped dick already starting to swell. It was a hot day outside, and his plump balls were still hanging low and pink between his legs. They swung loosely beneath him as he walked towards me.

Instead of trying to kick him, I put all my efforts into grabbing hold of his vulnerable gonads. As soon as he started applying his first hold on me, I caught his plums in my hand and squeezed. Paul stopped in his tracks, and I tugged down on them, bringing him to the floor with a groan. His nutsack was hot in my hand, and as I squeezed I could feel the orbs sliding around inside trying to equalize the pressure.

"AAHH!" he cried out when the pressure became too much to bear. He layed back and tapped the floor with his hand.

We squared off again, this time Paul was sporting a boner. That just exposed his nuts even more, and as he brought me down to the floor beneath him, I get ahold of them again. I could feel my pussy getting wet as I squeezed them in my hand, tugging them down sharply. They were so loose, they felt like they might pull right off. His body rolled off me and tumbled to the floor.

We went a few more rounds, and I found I had the same results if I grabbed onto his stiff cock and bent it or tugged it. Paul didn't stand a chance, and I got wetter and he got harder with each round, until I one time didn't release him when he slapped the floor.

"Say 'Uncle!'" I told him, squeezing his nuts in my hand.

"Fuck you!" he said, wincing in pain as I squeezed his nuts harder.

"Say 'Uncle,' or I'll pop your balls!" I shouted, increasing the pressure.

"Never!" he grunted, his face turning red. I was really squeezing hard now, and I was worried I might actually pop them. Did he want me to, or was he counting on my good concience not to ruin him? His cock was absolutely throbbing, and redder than his face.

Just then, it started twitching. I grabbed it with my free hand and stroked it just as the first squirt shot out onto his belly. I kept the pressure on his balls while I jerked him off, until his stomache and chest were coated with his white goo.

I released his organs while he caught his breath, his face slowly regaining its normal color. I was still wound up with exitement, and took the liberty to squat over his face. He ate me out, and it didn't take long before I had a climax of my own....

Coming up in Part 3: Friends share