Christina and Logan

Christina and Logan (part 1)

By Logan

This is part one of the true story of my introduction to the BB fetish.

Any and all other comments welcome. This is "part one" so let me know if you want to hear the rest of the story.

My introduction to ballbusting came at the hands (and feet!) of a girl named Christina when I was 15. She was my age, just a few months younger, and she had a reputation for liking to go for a guy’s balls pretty much at any opportunity. Since she and I were friends, she never had an excuse to go after mine, a fact that was much regretted by me.

We lived across town from each other, so anytime we got together, it had to be set up in advance. I won’t bore you with the details, but the long story short was we managed to arrange for me to spend a weekend at her house – this wasn’t an uncommon occurrence, we were just friends, and had little interest in dating each other. Well – she had no interest in me; I had quite a bit of interest in her.

We went to her house after school, and got changed into more comfortable clothes, me into a t-shirt and athletic shorts, and she into short shorts and a tank top. Christina had been an “early bloomer” and had ample breasts (38DD I later learned) that she loved to tease guys with – not me, to my disappointment, but other guys, leaning over in front of them and the like. That was why it was such a shock to see her come out of her room in the tank top – around me, she always wore a bra and a t-shirt, at very least, so to see her in a tank top and very obviously no bra should have immediately tipped me off that something was up – should have. I was already on the couch, with my legs stretched out, and I expected her to go sit on the loveseat, but instead she flopped down on the other end of the couch, and we started looking for something to watch on TV. She would re-arrange herself on the couch every 2-3 minutes, obstinately trying to get more comfortable, but every time she did, I was treated to the sight of her breasts bouncing and jiggling. I was so enjoying the show that I didn’t think about how obvious my hard on must be through the thin fabric of my shorts until it was too late.

“What’s that?” she asked. I knew immediately what she was referring to, and was so embarrassed that I opted to play dumb.

“What’s what?” I asked, glancing around the room as if I was trying to see whatever it was she was asking about. I thought about trying to rearrange myself, but didn’t want to make my predicament any more apparent by trying to conceal it. Christina, however, did rearrange so that her feet were in front of her, between my legs, with her knees pressed to her chest.

“That,” she said.

“What?” I continued to play dumb.

“This!” She slammed her left heel into my hard-on, while using her right leg to keep my free leg from closing on the other (my right leg had been against the back cushions of the couch, with my left dangling off the couch onto the floor)

“Ooof!” I said, or grunts to that effect.

“Oh, you’re hard! And look at that!” she said, and I looked. Because of the way I was sitting, when her heel had hit my cock, it had pushed the fabric up as she dug her heel in, and my balls had fallen out of the right leg hole of my shorts. “Your balls are hanging out!” she giggled as she slammed the ball of her right foot into my exposed nuts, where she started pressing and grinding with both feet on their respective targets.

“Uh…errrrrgh…mmffffff,” was my pithy reply.

“I can’t believe you. You must have been sneaking looks at my tits. I didn’t know you were such a pervert! Watch TV,” she instructed, leaving her feet where they were, but ending the pushing and grinding.

“OK, ok – I’m sorry. Can you move your feet?”

“No.” And to emphasize it, she started pressing and grinding again for just a few seconds. I shut up, and tried to concentrate on watching TV. It wasn’t easy, because every so often, she’d grind her heel into my cock, or gas-pedal my balls, or grab at them with her toes and pull at them. For over 2 hours, she used her feet to torment my cock and balls in this way, as well as keeping my dick hard.

“What happens if your mom comes home from work and sees us like this?” I asked. Christina’s mom was a single mom – and attractive and built like her daughter.

“Mom’s out of town for the weekend – she’ll be back Monday,” she said with a little grin. “It’s just me...” She jabbed her heel into my cock. “…and you…” With a little kick to my balls for emphasis. “…all weekend.” And with that, she started alternating little kicks into my crotch. First she’d pull her left foot back a bit, then slam her heel into the mid-section of my cock, then she’d pull her right foot back and slam the ball of her foot into my balls. After 3-4 of each, I started hoping she’d get tired of this game soon. After 5 or 6, I started to move my hands to my crotch.

“Move your hands!” she commanded, and with that, she locked her knees so her legs were out straight. With her back braced again the arm of the couch she was leaning on, and my back against the other arm, quite a bit of pressure was being put on my tender parts by her feet. I quickly moved my hands and she went back to alternating kicks. By the time she got to 15 or so of the little double kicks, I was in agony.

“How long are you going to do that? It’s killing me!”

“It can’t be that bad” she said, locking her left knee, so that there was intense pressure on my cock “Your little dick is still all hard,” she said. I blushed. She locked her right knee, crushing my battered balls. Christina was much more experienced sexually then I was, so she was a lot more comfortable using certain words, like dick, in mixed company then I was. Knowing she was more experienced also meant that I believed her when she said it was little.

“Is there anything I can do to get you to stop?” I begged.

“Stop doing what? This?” she asked then launched a flurry of the little kicks, delivering 10 or 12 kicks with each of her feet before locking her knees back out straight.

“Yeah, that,” I groaned

“Hmmmm. Let’s see.” She pretended to think hard for a moment. “Well, I know that if you make a promise, I can trust you to keep it, so if you promise me that you’ll strip naked, and stay that way all weekend here, and that you’ll do everything I say without question, then I’ll stop for now.”

“That doesn’t seem like much of a deal! You might start again later!” I said, secretly loving the idea, but not wanting to seem like it.

“Well, it’s either that or I keep it up from now until I get tired, your choice,” she said with an ‘I’m playing hardball here’ tone in her voice.

“OK, fine, I’ll do it,” I sighed.

“Say you promise.”

“I promise”

“No, say ‘I promise I’ll stay here and naked all weekend, and do whatever Christina says.”

“I promise I’ll stay here and naked all weekend, and do whatever Christina says.”

“Even let me hit your balls if I feel like it.”

“Yes.”

“No, say it. Say ‘I promise I’ll even let Christina hit my dick or balls anytime she feels like it,” she insisted.

“I promise I’ll even let Christina hit my dick or balls anytime she feels like it,” I said, not realizing that she’d set me up to make a promise that extended to forever, rather then just the weekend, though I’d have happily made it even if she’d made it clear.

“OK!” she said, unlocking her knees. “Now close your eyes, and I’m going to kick those little nuts as hard as I can!” she said, pulling her right foot as far back as she could, using her left foot to keep my hard-on pinned back out of the way.

I affected a stricken, defeated look, sighed, and closed my eyes. But the kick never came.

“Nah, I’ll do that a lot, but later!” she tittered then moved her left heel off my dick. “I’ve got to go get something, be naked when I get back, or else!” and with that she bounced off to her bedroom. I hurriedly shucked my clothes off.

Part 2

Christina came back to find me sitting naked on the couch, legs closed and my hands in my lap covering a cock rock hard in anticipation. She'd changed into a pair of skin tight felt pants that I'd often teased her about wanting to see on her, but that she'd never worn around me and a black T-shirt. It was also obvious as she walked towards me that she wasn't wearing a bra.

"Get your hands out of your lap, I wanna see what's there!" she said. I moved my hands to my sides. "No, stretch your arms out along the top of the couch. And open your legs!" I did as I was told. "Oh, look! You're all hard for me. I don't remember saying I wanted you hard" she said as she walked up between my legs and fell forward to land with her knee on my cock. I grunted as her knee slammed my hard cock into my balls then trapped my whole package between it and the couch cushions.

"How's that feel?" She teased as she ground her knee around in my lap. "I have to admit that it feels good to me!" she said.

"As long as you're having fun…" I told her, a bit flippantly.

"Oh, so you want me to have FUN!" she replied, beginning to bounce her knee up and down on my cock and balls. "Then I guess I'll just have to do that!" she promised as she started bouncing higher and higher, harder and harder on my meat. I grunted and squealed, my arms flying from the top of the couch to wrap around her as I leaned into her from trying to curl up. I could feel that her nipples were hard as her lovely breasts rubbed against my face through her shirt.

"Watch your hands!" she said, lifting up to her feet and dropping down hard on my meat. I'd accidentally gotten my hands too close to her ass when I tried to hold on to her. Her knee came down squarely on the top of my cock, since it bounced up when she lifted. I felt my cock bend down on itself, finally snapping back straight as her knee came down.

"Uh oh! I bet you felt that!" she said as she slid her knee off my cock for a look. "Well, it's still hard so I guess it's not broken. Stand up!" she commanded, and her wish was my command. She sat on the couch with her legs spread slightly, and pulled me by the cock to a position where my balls where hanging just above and between her knees. With a sparkle in her eye, she took her hair down and wrapped the ponytail holder from it around my scrotum several time, so that my balls were trapped. Pulling down on my hard cock she positioned me so that my balls were hanging just between her knees.

"Nut-cracker!" she exclaimed with glee, slamming her knees together on my nuts several times in quick succession, until the pain in my balls was so great that my weight pulled my hard cock out of her clenching fist as I collapsed to the floor. "Looks like you felt that!" She said as she giggled, watching me lie on the floor and hold my balls. "Must not be too bad, you've still got a boner!" she observed as she started rubbing my cock with her foot. Pretty soon I on my back, my legs spread slightly as she rubbed her foot along the sensitive underside of my hard dick. "Well, you look recovered, get up!"

I stood in front of her as she adjusted the ponytail holder that had my balls trapped so that it was holding my nuts at the very limit of my sack. She grabbed my cock in her left hand, squeezing tightly, and started punching my balls with her right hand. "They look like a little punching bag, so I'll punch them!" she snickered. After only three or four jabs to my nuts, I was again on the ground, and I felt like Christina had nearly pulled my dick off trying to keep me from falling.

"OK, scoot closer to me on the floor, and sit up." She directed as I scooted towards the couch. "Closer - you can scoot closer if you spread your legs out wider!" she directed. Pretty soon I had my legs spread as wide as they would go, and Christina had her feet all over my cock and balls. She had an evil little grin on her face as she lifted her foot and brought it down; slapping the head of my hard cock, and my cock bounced down from the impact, and slapped itself against the floor before bouncing back. She giggled and I grunted and jumped and she began repeating the process. After a few minutes of this, she used her right foot to press my cock to the floor then slowly and carefully stood up, with most of her weight on her left foot. I looked up at her and she smiled down at me as she looked at my cock trapped under her dainty foot.

"I bet this isn't what you meant when you told me you liked woman on top!" she said as she started shifting more and more of her weight onto my cock. I was grunting and straining, leaning back with my arms out behind me, determined not to spoil her fun by not being able to take it. My cock was, if anything, getting harder and harder as she shifted her weight, her bare foot crushing it into the carpet. Pretty soon she was standing on just her right foot.

"I thought you said you liked having the woman on top of your dick? Oh, I know, maybe I have to be bouncing up and down!" she laughed as she bent her knee and then straightened it out, and began bouncing on my cock. I was grunting and groaning in time with her bounces, and getting hot watching how her large breasts bounced and jiggled as she was inflicting suffering on my cock.

She gave one last hard bounce then stepped off my dick. "Get on your hands and knees." she directed. "Roll over!" I did. "Speak!"

"Woof, Woof!" I said, as she walked around me.

"Squeal!" she giggled as she kicked my trapped and dangling nuts from behind. I squealed and collapsed on the floor holding my battered balls.

"Stay there!" Christina giggled as she ran out of the room. I don't know how long she was gone, but it was at least several minutes, so I was pretty recovered by the time she got back.

"Play dead!" she giggled as I rolled over on my back with my arms and legs in the air and closed my eyes. A second later I knew why she was giggling as her foot connected in another hard kick to my nuts.

"Play hurt!" she laughed, and sat down on the couch. When I recovered, I moved up to the couch with her as she flipped through the TV channels with the remote. She took the ponytail holder off my balls, and my cock started to go limp.

"Oh no, I want you hard, jack it off for me so you stay hard, but don't you dare cum!" she seemed pretty serious, so I started stroking my cock, which quickly got hard again. This went on for around 15 minutes, with Christina occasionally reaching over to yank on my balls. Then there was a noise behind us, and Christina quickly grabbed my balls as I tried to get off the couch to slink into another room when I heard a voice behind us say "Hey guys, what's up?"

It was Melinda, one of Christina's friends that I knew pretty well. Melinda was 16, about 5'4" and 130 pounds, 34C breasts and a nice tight butt with sexy legs. She was wearing a white T-shirt, tight black shorts that barley covered her butt and leather sandals.

"Stand up and show her what's 'up' Logan!" Christina laughed, giving my nuts a slight squeeze to let me know she meant it, but not releasing my nuts. I slowly stood up so Melinda could see that I was naked and hard, and that Christina had me by the balls.

"Oh my gosh! What's going ON here?!" Melinda laughed at my predicament.

"He's my naked little manservant for the rest of the weekend!" Christina explained, with obvious happiness. "And now he's yours to boss around and abuse as you want too, aren't you Logan?" She smiled sweetly as my knees bent slightly from the tightening of her grip on my balls.

"Of course!" I quickly agreed.

"Go say hello to Melinda." Christina directed, letting go of my balls. I walked over to Melinda, standing naked before her.

"Uh…Hi, Melinda," I said. Melinda's right hand shot out and wrapped around my hard cock, closing painfully tight around it.

"Looks like you're happy to see me!" she giggled. Keeping a tight hold on my cock, she brought her knee up hard into my balls. I grunted and groaned. The only thing that kept me from falling was Melinda's death grip on my dick. "Is it OK if I rack your nuts?" she asked, just a bit late.

"Yes…" I managed to mutter.

"Good!" She smiled sweetly as she brought her knee into my nuts two or three more times, until I finally collapsed, in spite of Melinda's tight grip on my dick.

"Show her how we do 'woman on top' around here Logan!" Christina encouraged, leaving Melinda looking puzzled. "And make sure you're nice and hard!" she added with a giggle. I struggled to a sitting position, my legs spread, on the floor in front of Melinda, and stroked my cock a few times while the girls watched and giggled. I laid my hard cock on the floor, and looked at Melinda.

"Um….first, put your foot on my um…." I sort of looked down at myself, but it became obvious by the looks on the girl's faces that I was going to have to say it, "Put your foot on my dick, Melinda."

"Like this?" She said, dropping her right heal down hard on my cock.

"Ooof. Yes, that will work I guess. Now lift your other leg off the ground so you're standing on one foot." I walked her through the process, no pun intended. She lifted her left foot, and since she was facing away from me, her tight, sexy ass was inches from my face. "Now bend your knee, and you can bounce up and down as if you're riding a...”

"Cock!" Christina blurted and laughed. Melinda laughed as well, understanding what Christina meant, as she started to bounce with obvious enjoyment, her heel grinding my cock into the floor.

"You really should face him; the looks on his face are priceless! And take off your shoes so you can really feel him under your foot," Christina suggested.

Melinda moved her left foot closer to me. "Take off my sandal," she directed. I did so. She moved her right heel off my cock, and looking back over her shoulder, slammed her left heel down hard on my dick, making it obvious that she wanted me to take off the other sandal now. I did so. She turned around and stomped her right foot down on my cock, and began bouncing so hard she was almost hopping on one foot. Looking up at her, I could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra either, as her hard nipples showed clearly as her pert breasts jiggled as she mangled my dick.

"Oh you're right! Look at him!" Melinda laughed. Melinda stepped off my dick, and reached down and "assisted" me in getting up by grabbing my balls and leading me into a standing position. Then she pulled me around to the front of the couch and sat down, with me standing in front of both girls now, my hard cock bobbing slightly. They began chatting about my meat, reaching out to pull or gently squeeze my balls, pinching the head of my cock, or lightly stroking it, in general playing with me for their amusement.

"He's got a really nice one, doesn't he?" Melinda asked.

"Oh yes - not too big, but certainly big enough, and so nicely formed!" Christina commented.

"Just a little upward curve to it and it gets harder than any guy I've ever seen!"

"Oh, I noticed that too! But I wasn't sure if it was just my imagination or if it really did seem harder than most!"

I was really surprised. Here I'd been under the impression that Christina thought my cock was on the small side and not that impressive, and here they were both talking about how much they liked it.

"And his balls are so big! I like how they hang low!"

"Imagine them slapping against you!" They both giggled at that one. I blushed - I was still a virgin, but neither of them were.

"Watch this!" Christina said, pulling the ponytail holder out and wrapping it around my balls again.

"Oh, it looks like one of those little punching bags!" giggled Melinda.

"So PUNCH it!" Christina encouraged her. I tried to stay standing as long as I could, but after four or five quick punches, I was on the ground.

"Hey, he's gonna be here all weekend?" asked Melinda.

"Yup"

"Can I come over tomorrow? It's getting late and I should get home."

"Sure, drop by whenever you like, we'll be here!" said Christina.

"OK, I'll see you two tomorrow!" Melinda said, and she reached down and grabbed my balls, squeezing and shaking them around "And I'll see LOTS of THESE TWO tomorrow too!" she laughed.

"Bye Melinda, see ya tomorrow…" I managed to get out through clenched teeth. With one last quick squeeze, she left.

"Lay out on your back." Christina said, sliding off the couch as she took her shirt off. My eyes nearly popped out of my head, but I did as I was told. "You've been a really good sport about all this, I was afraid you'd flip out when Melinda came over. She has a huge crush on you, you know." I hadn't. In fact, I had a crush on Melinda as well, so things were looking up. "I think you deserve a little fun this weekend too…" Christina stopped talking as she took my cock into her mouth….