A Girl Learns to Bust

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A Girl Learns how to Bust 

  My name is Janet, and at the time I'm writing this, I'm nineteen 
years old. Ever since the first time I saw a guy smacked in his 
balls, I knew I was hooked on it, but I
  never thought it would go as far as it has. That first time was 
when my best friend Kim kicked a guy there in the fourth grade. His 
name was Sam, and he had really
  been getting on our nerves, always coming around and bugging us. 
Kim said she knew a way to get him to leave us alone for good, so I 
said go for it. She walked
  up to the guy, who stood in a superior, confident stance, and 
kicked him right in the crotch. He went down at once. I asked my 
friend what had happened, and she
  explained that guys were sensitive down there. Fear kept me from 
trying it for some time, though. Finally, I got the nerve one day 
when I was a 14 year old
  freshmen in high school. I have two brothers--one older, Jerry (16 
at the time) and one younger, Joey (13 at the time). 
  My older brother had just gotten his first girlfriend and was 
constantly tying up the phone talking to her. One day I grabbed the 
phone to call my friend Kim, but it
  wasn't long before Jerry walked up and demanded that he be allowed 
to call his girl. I refused...after all, I'm not going to give up the 
phone just so he can sweet-talk
  some bimbo. After a few minutes of arguing, I stopped responding to 
his demands...that's when he slammed his hand on the receiver, 
cutting off my conversation. He
  grabbed the phone and dialed his girlfriend. I was furious, and I 
started to walk away...But then I got an idea I couldn't resist. I 
turned around to my brother, who
  was just starting to talk. I eyed his package in his loose-fit 
jeans. I kicked out and caught him in his nuts. He let out an 
"ooofff". He didn't fall right away, but kind of
  stumbled a few steps, then he fell on his side. His hands cupped 
his balls; tears formed in his eyes. 
  His girlfriend kept demanding to know what was going on. That's 
when I was really hooked. The next week, I kept trying to think of 
ways to smack a guy. There
  had to be some way to put myself in that position. Finally, I 
decided that the easiest target was Joey, who was small for his age, 
so I was bigger than he. He was a
  nice kid, with the family's short brown hair and brown eyes. Joey 
and I always play fought when we were younger, and I started it up 
with him. He slapped my arm
  and I'd flick his leg--that kind of stuff. Only, this time I had a 
plan. He slapped at me, and I moved so it grazed my boob. It didn't 
hurt, but I made him think it did. I
  acted pissed: "Don't do that again." Joey laughed, thinking it was 
a joke. "Accidents do happen," he said. That's when I attacked him, 
grabbing his arms and pinning
  them behind his back. Like I said, he is younger and small for his 
age, so I didn't have any problem holding him there. I was standing 
behind him, holding his arms behind him with one 
  hand. He was still laughing, thinking it was part of the game. I 
swung my arm around his shoulder, my fist striking his crotch through 
his loose jeans. He stopped
  laughing at once, and his knees went weak. I held him up by his 
arms for a second, then let him slump to the ground. He fell to his 
knees, his hands cupped under
  him, holding his nuts. He was crying, rocking back and forth. The 
most amazing thing to me was how soft Joey's crotch had felt to my 
fist. I had kicked Jerry, so I
  hadn't noticed it then--but it must have been true of him too. 
Guy's crotches are soft and vulnerable--not strong. Although they 
make guys strong. The thought
  fascinated me. My brother Joey was holding his weak, soft balls in 
pain--but these were the dame balls that would some day make him a 
man--strong--and give
  him pleasure. I love my brother, so I started to feel bad. After he 
recovered, he said that he had never been hit there before, but that 
his friends had warned him
  that it would hurt if he did. I plead 
  ignorance and swore I didn't know it would hurt him so bad. 

  The next time was years later, last night as a matter of fact. And 
it's also the time I went too far. I was at a club by myself. It was 
in the town about two hours from
  my house--that way, now one there would know me and tell my parents 
I was partying. A group of high school guys came in, and I thought 
one was really cute.
  When he went to the bathroom, I followed him to the door and spoke 
to him on his way out. He said his name was Josh. I was still a 
virgin and was looking for a
  guy to make it with. This guy was nice, not too muscular and a cute 
face. He offered to take me to his friend's apartment across the 
street. I agreed, and he went to
  tell his friends. When he returned from the crowd, he lead me to 
the door. I made no bones about what I was after--sex. He told me he 
was seventeen, and after I
  told him this was my first time, he admitted that he was a virgin 
too. We walked up to the apartment. Josh didn't waste any time. He 
pulled his shirt and pants off.
  Then I lowered his boxers and 
  together we fell to the carpeted floor. The first thing I noticed 
was that Josh was uncircumcised. I had only seen my brothers naked 
before, when we were
  younger--and they were both circumcised. My first reaction was that 
it was gross--skin sliding around over the head. I wanted and had 
always imagined a guy's
  dick skin being tight. Well, it was a minor complaint, I told 
myself. And even an uncircumcised dick can give me what I want. I 
started to rub it, trying to ignore the
  moving skin, finally deciding to hold it back at the base. His dick 
was about six inches long, and curved slightly up. I rubbed the 
length with my hand, and he
  groaned. I was still fully clothed, and was starting to wonder when 
it would be my turn. Then I found something to occupy my thoughts. I 
cupped Josh's balls with
  one hand. They were tight in the sac, which was wrinkled and drawn 
up close to his body. They were not loose like I remembered when I 
hit my 13 year old
  brother's nuts. But Josh seemed to enjoy it when I held his sac, so 
I did. After about five minutes of me rubbing is dick, he looked at 
me and asked shyly: "Will you
  suck my dick?" He obviously had never had a blowjob and wanted one 
badly. I had never given a blowjob, and didn't think I was the best 
person to be his first.....but I
  said okay. I bent over and put his penis head in my mouth. Josh 
groaned. The taste of that plump dick head and the feeling of nasty 
foreskin moving against my
  tongue was too much...I pulled my mouth away. It didn't matter 
though. Just those few seconds inside my mouth were enough to get 
Josh off. He groaned loudly
  and started rubbing his own dick (I had stopped when I took it out 
of my mouth) as globs of sperm shot out on the floor. Good, I 
thought...now maybe I can get
  some. But Josh just said thanks. "What are you going to do?" I 
asked. "Go back to the party, I guess," he said, still breathing 
heavy. It was too much for me. I
  grabbed his tight sac hard and pulled. Josh was shocked. He cried 
out. His dick went soft at 
  once. I watched his red penis head retreat back into that nasty 
foreskin. His sac was starting to get loose now, and he was begging 
for me to let go. I did, but only
  to hit his nuts with my fist. Josh started to cry, tried to get up, 
but I launched my foot at his balls and he fell again. I pried his 
hands off his balls, where he had been
  holding them. His sac was now very loose, like I imagine Joey's had 
been. I smacked them with the back off my hand, those oval jewels 
that had provided Josh
  with his moment of pleasure a moment before. They had made him 
strong--caused his muscles to grow and his voice to sound deep--now 
they were making him
  weak. I hit them again. "Please," he sobbed. "I'll do whatever you 
want. Just stop." I bent over him. "The first thing you should do is 
get yourself cut, you nasty dick
  shit," I said. With that, I dug my nails into his fleshy extra 
skin, causing his foreskin to bleed slightly. I stood up and put my 
foot on his left ball. He looked up at me,
  so pleading, his 
  face terrified and crying. I transferred my weight to his ball. 
After only a second, I felt it pop. It was only then that I realized 
what I was doing, what I had done. Josh
  had passed out, from the pain. I guess. His body was limp, his sac 
looked half empty. I bent down and moved the mush of his nut around 
between my fingers,
  trying to comprehend what I had done. I looked at his other ball. I 
had gone too far already, but I had to do it...I had to feel it in my 
hand, the same way I felt
  Joey's soft crotch when I hit it. I grabbed his remaining ball and 
squeezed. It took both hands, but it popped in my fist. My god, it 
was amazing. I looked at Josh,
  sweaty mess that he was now, laying on the ground in the same spot 
that a moment ago he had been moaning from pleasure in. I had taken 
his manhood from him.
  Even if he did have haremon treatment or something, he would never 
have balls again, never have to protect them in sports or moan as a 
girl holds them during sex.
  I left for the parking lot. I 
  was still fully clothed, so I didn't waste any time. I imagined 
what the scene would be like when his friends got back to the 
apartment and found their friend laying on
  the ground, his uncircumcised penis laying over an empty crushed 
sac.