Short Ballbusting tales

 The playground, by sofxx

A group of girls with theirs mothers were having some fun. Some girls were using the wooden swings, others the monkey bars. Another group were making caste on the sandpit.

A sexy blonde mom wearing a snowflake border print high waist knit leggings was having so much fun with her little girl. She saw a boy climbing the towering metal slides and grabbed him by the balls. Then she said: “What are you doing here? It is a girls only playground” The boy with a fearful face said: “I lost”. The mom with an angry face responded: “Don't tell me you got lost, I don't believe boys. I think you are here to perv on my daughter”. He tried to escape but he could not succeed because he was being held by the balls. She saw his intention and gripped his balls harder and asked: “Where do you go? You want to have some fun, don't you?” The mom's little girl said: “Mummy, squeeze them harder”. Another mom said: “Let me kick his balls”. All of the mom who were in the playground shouted: “yeah, kick his balll!!!”.

The fucking sexy hot mother was performing and portraying a fictional character intended to entertain her daughter while she was grabbing the boy's water balloons “Do you know the rules for this playground, pevert boy?”. He was crying with tears in his eyes and he had the scariest fucking face “Noo, please my balls”. The freakin 'hot mom didn't pay attention and she continued joking “I'll tell you. Rule 1: Girls only, Rule 2: If a girl catches a boy in the playground she can kick his balls any time she wants. So little boy go down from the towel”. The boy with his horror face and his shivering legs did what he was ordered.

When he was down, he saw how the mom lifted her right multi buckle boot back up to her hair and she was moving it towards his groin. She threw her right boot forward but she missed the testicles. "I missed them! Damn it! You piece of shit!" shouted the hottie, beautiful mom while her big titties were bouncing in her tight white shirt. He put on a panicked face, turned back and ran towards the playground in order to escape. Then she ran towards him. It was not difficult for her. She had long though legs while he had weaks and short ones. While she was running toward him she completely jocked him “Oh, he ran too fast he was going to escape” in order to make him believe he was going to succeed. After ten seconds she raised her buckled biker boot: “Darlings, kick your leg as high as you can. Like this!” and kicked the weak slowly boy from behind, lifting him from the ground. The kick was so hard that she threw him to a sandpit damaging real hard both his eggs.

"Right in the sack" a passer-by girl said smiling "Congratulations. That was dead-on..."

The sound of the female sex laughing rang inside his head.

“That was awesome!”

“Right in the fucking nuts!”

“Good shot, girl!”

“That was what he wanted! What he DESERVED!” the blonde mom laughed. “He’ll be feeling that one for weeks!”

The passer-by girl chuckled and looked at the boy who was rolling around in pain. “Oh yeah…”

They playground moms watched him for a couple of minutes.

Finally, they sat down in a circle in front of him.

“Why don’t we do something?” the passery-by girl suggested.

“What do you have in mind?” the blonde mom asked.

“I don’t know”, the girl shrugged. “Something humiliating.”

The blonde mom shrugged. “What about a stomp?”

The passer-by girl nodded. “Yeah, why not.”

“What are you doing?” the boy stared at the moms, his eyes wide in terror.

“Damaging your balls again, pervert boy.” they said cheerfully.

“You can’t do that!” the boy cried with tears in his eyes.

“Oh, sure We can”, the around ten mothers chuckled, nodding in satisfaction when their boots sound was all the way down the boys nuts.

“Just get over it”, the passery-by girl said with a laugh. “It’s not like you’ll have to that ugly things for eternity.”

“Oh no” the boy cried.

“Oh yes!” the mom replied to his cries, clapping their hands.

Pop!! and Pop!!!

“Yeah he will never pervert on our girls” I hi-five the moms, the passery-by girl and I celebrate with them around the playground while the boy was crying on the sandpitch.

And more baluster protected daughter moms.

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Teach self defence for girls

The blonde hot mom’s idea was simple. Step 1: Film her daughter kicking her brother in the nuts. Step 2: Post the videos on youtube.

She took a sip of coffee and rubbed her hands. “Alright, let’s do it.” She stood, took off her boots and floral print color leggings showing her black cotton thong revealing a pair of very muscular legs.

The sexy blonde mom reached inside her briefcase and produced what looked like a a cup. “It is your standard protective cup, made of white plastic.” She looked at her son and knocked on the plastic surface, making a hollow sound. She grimaced comically. “Those things are made in China. Cheap as it can be”, she chuckled.

The boy took the cup. Then he carefully put his balls inside the cup. Apparently, he was having trouble storing his two ugly eggs in the cup.

“Ready?” The mom looked at her daughter's camera.

The daughter nodded.

The mom stood in front of her son, looking quite hot in her hip and super soft black thong. She looked into the camera and smiled. “Hi girls, it’s time to kick some balls.” she pointed at her son ball cup and winked into the camera. “Here’s your target girls” she looked at her son and smiled brightly. “Come on, girls, give it your best shot.”

She threw her bare foot between her son’s legs. There was a dull thud when the hot sexy mom foot connected with her son’s crotch, immediately followed by a loud cracking sound and a shrill scream.

“Fuck! FUCK!” the son yodeled in a high-pitched voice. “Fuck! Fuck!”

The mother and her daughters cringed in sympathy.

“It broke!” the son yelled in a soprano voice. “The fucking thing broke!” He doubled over, clutching his crotch and groaning in pain.

“I guess I’ll have to do another take”, the mother grinned.

“Mom. Do you have another one?” asked the son.

“Give me a minute.” the blonde mom with her black thong crawled across the floor and reached for her briefcase. “That’s was the last one”

“Damn, it is worthless”, he protested. He turned to her mother. “You think you could be a little more gentle this time?”

The mom put an angry face “I can't, it’ll look fake on camera. I want the videos to be perfect. It has to seriously wow my girls”, the mother said, adjusting her thong and streaching her legs wider. “If that means you won’t have sex for a week, so be it. Your girlfriend will understand.”

The sexy blonde mom took her position in front of her son.

“Hi girls”, she said, smiling bravely. “Now it’s time to kick some balls.” her thumbs pointing at her son balls “Here’s your target. Give it your best shot.”

She took ten steps back. Then, with a fast running start, she aimed a powerful jump kick at her son’s insufficiently protected balls. The tip of her foot landed in the middle of the cup, lifting him from the ground and she let out a jubilant “Yes!”

He cried with tears in his eyes as he reached inside his shorts and pulled out the cup. His face started to go white just to faint and he quickly threw the damaged cup away.

“And now, son” the mother said in a fearful voice. “Let’s see what that looks like without your plastic protective cup.”

“No, please, no, mom. You are going to break them”

Without listening to her son, the mom’s foot connected with her son’s balls, catching both eggs dead-on.

He screamed from the of of his lungs, grabbed his balls and jumped up and down.

The sexy brown hair girlfriend wearing a sexy blue jean skirt, white tight shirt without sleeves and white boots watched as her boyfriend drop to the ground, whimpering in pain. “I think one week without sex” she smiled.

“I’d say two weeks without sex, at least”, the hot sexy blonde mother added “Maybe three. But definitely more than one.”

“Yup”, the girlfriend nodded.

“And you can see the difference between cup and no cup?” the mother asked her son.

“Oooooooh”, the son cried on the floor

The girlfriend laught, cupped her own crotch, her feet turning inward. “Oooohh”, she imitated her boyfriend, a goofy cross-eyed look on her face. Then she burst out laughing.

Five hours later, they were going to the hospital. He was crying in pain, an ice pack on his crotch.

“You did great”, the girlfriend kissed her boyfriend and she gave two slaps on his balls. Her mother said. “Now son. You are going to enjoy a couple of days in the hospital” and the girlfriend gave two more slaps to her boyfriend.

Ballbusting Aunt’s Triathlon Part 1, by Unknown

It was the spring of my senior year of high school in 1975 and I was sitting in English Literature class bored out of my mind on a Friday morning, waiting for the call that would lead to one of the most exciting adventures of my young life.

Then, over the classroom public address system, the secretary to the vice principal asked that I be excused from class to report to that office. I got the usual ooohs and ahhs from my classmates who thought I was in for big trouble. What they didn’t know was that in some ways I was. 

When I got to the office, there was my Aunt Sandra along with the vice principal. My aunt was a handsome, liberated woman at age 49 – bleached blond, 5-foot-2, buxom, long beautiful legs, a great laugh and a wonderful smile.

She wore a short skirt and high-heeled sandals that showed off her perfect size 6 ½ feet. She was dabbing a tissue to her nose and eyes and appeared worried.

“It seems your father had an accident at home and had to go to the hospital – nothing life threatening – but your aunt is here to take you to him,” the VP said. 

I grabbed my aunt by the shoulders and began to comfort her as I left the office to walk her to her car. As we got outside and got clear from the VP’s view, big smiles crossed both of our faces.

“You are in for a ballbusting good time,” Aunt Sandra said through her smile as she reached back and squeezed my package through my slacks.

“You did a good job of selling it to him,” I told my aunt wincing as she released her vice-like grip on my soft spot. “But what if he follows up and calls home to check with my mother?”

“My sister and your father are out running errands all day, so if he calls no one will be at home. (This was an era long before regular people had cellular phones. And we did not own an answering machine.)

“So we are going to my home?” I asked Sandra, getting a hard-on through my slacks as I buckled my seatbelt, eagerly anticipating the pending session.

“No. I have something really special planned for today and we need total privacy. And, by the way, lose the wood or I’ll put your penis in a restraining device. It’s a half-hour ride and you don’t want that thing constrained for that long, do you?”

“No ma’am, I’ll think of baseball scores or something,” I said. (I willed my dick to stay down and somehow kept it flacid for the long ride, but I was horny as hell.)

Aunt Sandra in those days was a deliciously cruel mistress. She tortured me in loving ways and through her mature guidance I came to really enjoy the art of ballbusting and female domination. 

She was a domina from the old school 1940s-50s Bette Page era. She loved leather, whips, chains, boots and devices of torture. But she was flexible to deal with the taste of her subs. For example, I have always preferred my mistress dressed in a bikini and barefooted and she obliged.

I, of course , was naked throughout all of our sessions. I loved the CFNM (clothed female, naked male) scenario long before it was fashionable.

Despite her diminutive size, Aunt Sandra also was a skilled catfighter who had humiliated more than her share of rivals with a well-placed kick in the cunt or, her specialty, nipple pinching and twisting. No one could twist a woman’s tits harder than Aunt Sandra. And she feared no woman no matter how big the opponent was.

She once told me how much “I love a good fight.”

After a nearly six-foot-tall, rather muscular neighbor lady scolded me when I was seven and threatened to strike me, Aunt Sandra, who was babysitting me, told me she would handle the matter.

“I’ll just reach under her ratty nightgown and into her panties and the next sound you will hear will be riiiiiiiiiiiiiiip!” Sandra said with a hearty laugh as she went next door. 

Two days later, I saw in Aunt Sandra’s laundry basket the neighbor lady’s nightgown and a torn pair of panties. I never doubted for a minute that the then-naked neighbor lady also had lost her pubes to Aunt Sandra in that fight.

How I would have loved to have seen that one-sided catfight, but Sandra would never have allowed that to happen. You’ll understand why a little later.

I will say, however, that the neighbor woman never bothered me again and, in fact, would duck into her apartment whenever she saw me or Aunt Sandra outside.

Aunt Sandra’s real expertise – and choice of target – however was much closer to a man’s heart – his cock, nutsack and balls. Sandra could spend hours twisting, pulling, squeezing, kneeing, kicking and otherwise attacking a man’s package and never grow tired of it. I learned that from experience. 

All the while, she would smile her wonderfully wicked ear-to-ear grin. And she had a cock-teasingly dasterdly laugh – joyful and nasty and quite sincere. I loved her laugh, especially when she landed an on-target leathery sole against my manhood during a spirited ballbusting session.

I am 51 years old now and have enjoyed several ballbusting mistresses in my lifetime, but none as skilled and who enjoyed it as much as Aunt Sandra.

By the way, before I go further, I should point out that my aunt and I did not consider our relationship incestuous. We never had sex. She never performed fellatio on me. I never went down on her. We never had sexual intercourse. That, we felt, would have been wrong.

Ours was purely a dom-sub relationship. The most we ever did that was sexual was that she masturbated me to climax either with her hand or with her barefoot but only as a conclusion to an act of domination. The orgasm was not so much for my gratification but rather a matter of one party gaining total control over the other.

How this relationship began was interesting.

The previous summer, my aunt and I were alone in my parents’ house and about to go out to the pool when we got into an argument over something she had told me to do but that I had not done. In short, she was right and I was wrong.

At the time, I did not know of her history as a dominatrix. I was simply a sassy teenager acting out. She threatened to “spank my bare ass” if I did not behave. Although I was mortified she would even suggest such a punishment I also was kind of excited about the prospect of being disciplined naked by an older woman. 

Then, for reasons I do not know, I pulled off my bathing suit, threw it at her and dared her to spank my bare ass. 

Instead of being shocked by my nudity, Aunt Sandra obliged by grabbing my arm, tossing me stomach-first over the back of a recliner, grabbing my cock through my spread legs and blistering my ass with her free bare hand as I flailed about.

I was soon crying, then screaming for her to stop as she put a bright red shine on my virgin white bottom. All the while, her grip on my cock was shocking and embarassing and vice-like. I could not get out of the position she had me in. Then, she used the hand she had been spanking me with to grab my balls and squeeze.

I began begging her for mercy. I could not believe what Aunt Sandra was doing to me. She was actually squeezing my balls and twisting my cock! When she finaly let go, I fell to the floor clutching my sore package and alternately rubbing my blistered butt.

Then, for reasons I don’t know, I grabbed her foot and started kissing it. Then I kissed the sole of the other one. Soon, we were both on the carpeted floor. I was kissing her right foot as she masturbated me to climax with the left.

She held my ankles under her arms, putting me in some sort of wrestling hold in the process. It was to become my favorite position in which to be ****** to climax.

After that, I was hooked on what had happened and told Aunt Sandra I wanted to learn more about the dom-sub lifestyle and asked her to teach me.

Not wanting to risk getting caught by my parents doing such acts in their home, we had many other get-togethers at out-of-town motels where we would spend long, marvelous afternoons with her playfully kicking me in the balls and wrestling – always ending with me worshiping her feet and being forcefully masturbated.

She was always clad in a bikini and barefooted and I participated in the nude.

Which brings me to today and the longer-than-usual car ride to a place that was much further out-of-town than for our past sessions. (I figured you could never be too cautious when you were doing what my aunt and I were doing.)

Aunt Sandra paid for the room as I waited in the car, trying to look a lot older than 18. We proceeded to go to a nice secluded cabin in the foothills of a mountainous area. Aunt Sandra told me to get the thing that was in the trunk, bring it in and assemble it in the bedroom before I got undressed. 

It was a partially assembled stationary bicycle. I took the pieces into the cabin and, with a wrench, easily assembled it. When I got it mostly done, however, I told Aunt Sandra I could not find the seat. She said not to worry about it.

Sandra was in a two-tone light and dark green leather bikini and was barefooted as she entered the main bedroom from the bathroom. She was just spectacular. She told me it was my turn to get ready. 

I went to the bathroom and stripped to my birthday suit and returned to the bedroom where I was shocked to see Aunt Sandra was not alone.

Sitting on the bed was the woman who I most despised in the whole world – Olga, a 29-year-old Eastern European immigrant who Sandra had befriended years earlier.

Olga, who was a tenant in my aunt’s apartment complex, was from Romania and spoke English with a heavy, almost Russian-type accent.

I remember that when Olga was babysitting me when I was 13 I got so mad at her I called her a “no-good Commie bitch” and she took a strap to my clothed ass. She was forever getting me in trouble and grounded by my parents for the smallest of infractions. She made life miserable for me whenever possible.

I had learned to keep my distance from her as I matured to manhood. I had not seen her in two years. And now, here she was in a secluded cabin with me and my beloved mistress aunt, wearing a bright pink bikini and also was barefoot.

And, worse yet, I was as naked as the day I was born, hardly the way I wanted to face her in a confrontation where my balls would be at risk.