Grocery Store Bust

Grocery Store Bust - by the bdanman, 

I am a young man in his twenties and was always on a mission to find some lady to bust my nuts. I didn't like paying for services like this and didn't have a significant other at home to share in my fantasies, so I resorted to getting random women in my everyday life to fulfill my ballbusting needs.

The other day I went to the grocery store at 5:00 a.m. in my usual attire. A t-shirt, short gym shorts (with no underwear of course), and flip flops. It may just be a made up theory of mine, but I always feel like women are more willing to bust those "bro" looking guys. It's like they already assume you're a douchebag and that you must've done something to deserve a foot in the crotch.

I casually walked around the store and grabbed the things on my list while also trying to spot a nice looking target at the same time. At this time of the morning it seemed as though no one was around. I continued wandering around and had made my way over to the eggs when I spotted this 40-something year old MILF in a tight black tank top and white yoga pants. She had full, round tits and her ass, even though not big, looked huge due to her slight frame. She also had on flip flops and I salivated at the site of her tan little feet so nicely kept and looking fresh pedicured.

She was slightly bent over checking out some eggs on the bottom shelf when I decided to go in and make my move. She was checking every box meticulously to make sure there weren't any cracked eggs in her selections.

I calmly strolled up behind her and brushed my way by her as if I needed to go in any get the eggs directly next to the ones she was looking at. I made sure to bump her hip hard with my cock which was sticking out nicely in front of my gym shorts. I always got such a rush from doing this.

As I brushed her she stood up startled and quickly looked over at me obviously not expecting any human contact as she was browsing.

"Excuse me." she said sternly.

"Yes?" I said, still pretending that I was looking to make my egg selection.

"You could have just waited a minute." she said annoyed at my lack of apology.

"Oh. Just in a hurry is all." I replied nonchalantly while standing up and finally making eye contact with her.

I noticed that she had briefly looked down and obviously had to have noticed my package protruding from my shorts. She looked very annoyed with me and I thought perhaps I might've been in luck. So I pushed her further.

"And you were taking too much time checking every little egg for cracks, so I just stepped in real quick to grab some eggs."

"You little asshole. I was looking for maybe a minute, tops."

"Oh, ok!" I said mockingly and letting out a small laugh.

"If you're not careful with your tone, young man, you just might be the one to end up with some cracked eggs." she said looking down towards my crotch.

"Oh, wow! What a threat!" I blurted out loudly in an effort to "egg" her on. "Look at you. You're just a cute little thing aren't you!" I continued now taking a step closer to her as if to tower over her while also inviting her to act.

"Say one more thing." she said calmly looking up at me clearly unafraid of my hovering over top of her.

"One. more. thing." I replied smugly.

The last syllable had just left my mouth when her little hand shot out and found its way directly towards my package. With lightning speed her fingers quickly brushed to the side of my cock to pave the way to gather her desired targets. She wasted no time at all clamping down ferociously on my nuts rendering me unable to speak. I instantly raised up on my tip toes and my eyes bulged almost out of my head. She looked up at me and smiled as she could tell by my inability to even utter a yelp or scream that should 've had a good grip on my balls.

"Well lookie what I have here!" she laughed letting up slightly on her grip allowing me to breathe a little.

"Please....let them go." I said pleading with her but was also extremely turned on at the same time.

"I'm afraid I haven't quite FINISHED (she again increased her grip on my balls) inspecting my eggs yet."

I squealed out a little as she again put the squeeze on my nuts.

"I really love teaching young men like you a little manners. Men always seem to need a little reminder of their weaknesses and I am MORE (she switched her grip to just my right testicle) than happy to get them going back in the DIRECTION." she said yanking down hard on my testicle as if she was trying to stretch it to the ground. I could do nothing but follow her downward into a crouched position to avoid her further injuring me.

Here we were both squatting like catchers, in the middle of the store, with her still maintaining a death grip on my manhood. She was now looking me straight in the eye and smirking. Her seeming enjoyment of this made my cock respond to this pain and pleasure overtaking my body. It slowly started to grow and due to our crouched positions it was soon going to find its way out of my short shorts and present itself to the world.

"I was really hoping I'd find some jumbo eggs down here. Disappointing." she said looking down at my crotch. She instantly noticed the tip of my cock now sticking out of my shorts.

"Oh my. What do we have going on down here?" she said, continuing to look down as my cock which had now finally grown to full mast. Now at least several inches were showing and I looked down only to see pre-cum on the head of my penis.

"So you like being dominated by women, huh?" she laughed. "You're a sick little fuck aren't you?" she paused a couple of seconds and waited but got no answer from me.

"AREN'T YOU!" she said changing to a harsh tone and again clamped down on my testicle.

I nodded my head in agreement.

"Yes you are." she said now taking her free hand and reaching towards my cock causing me to stir. Instead of grabbing my cock, like I thought she would, she took her thumb and slowly rubbed the head of my penis spreading my pre-cum around all over my sensitive tip. I closed my eyes and moaned at the wave of pleasure overtaking my body.

"Tell me what you want." she said continuing to caress the head of my cock.

It was now or never, so I went ahead and took the chance while I had it.

"Please kick me in the nuts." I said softly.

In response she calmly stood up from her crouched position leaving me now looking downward, longingly at her tan little feet.

"Alright. Pull your shorts down and let them out. I want to see what I'm kicking."

I wasted now time freeing my balls from my shorts, which now hung invitingly down between my open legs just asking to be hit.

"Now tell me how hard you would like your little eggs to be kicked?" she asked as she reached her foot out and gently batted around my balls a couple of times with her toes teasing them.

I looked up at her seemingly ashamed and meekly replied.

"Crack them."

She gave no further thought and quickly drew her leg back before finally launching it forward towards my wide open crotch. Her aim was impeccable as the top of her foot crashed into my testicles and made an audible thwack sound as they slammed up into my pelvis. The sound could have been heard from all over the store. It only took a couple seconds before an unimaginable pain overtook my entire body and I collapsed down into the fetal position.

As I was busy nursing my balls, she had made her way back to her shopping cart and casually started to walk away. As she passed me, she left me with parting words that almost made me cum right then and there in the middle of the store:

"Same time next week?"

"Snip Snip" & "Jodie and Knave"

Snip Snip story preview, by Caligula

'The following is a sample from a much longer story that I wrote some time ago.'

.......The next day was Saturday, and the family was enjoying a day in the backyard. Felice was sunning herself on a lawn chair, her sunglasses covering her closed eyes. Of a sudden she heard a pause in the normal commotion of her children’s antics followed by stifled giggles and a squeak and soft moan. She opened her eyes and took in the activity happening not more than 20 feet from her, being careful not to let her children know she had opened her eyes or was aware of their mischief. (she had her sunglasses on and her eyes were shielded from view)

Jeff was standing bent over with his hands trying to cover his crotch but Katie was holding his arms from behind, preventing him from doing so. His eyes looked pleadingly for his mother to awaken and intervene. Sabrina stood in front of him also watching their mother for some sign of movement. Felice scanned down Sabrina’s body to her feet to see she was wearing firm jogging shoes, as was Katie. Ouch! That must have hurt, thought Felice. It was obvious that Sabrina had just initiated Jeff into the pain of being kicked in the balls, and now all eyes were looking in her direction to see if she would get involved. She decided to pretend to still be asleep and see where things would go.

The girls both looked at each other and smiled deviously. Sabrina turned back to her brother and let loose with another kick to Jeff’s balls. She got him dead on with the toe of her jogger and Katie let him fall to the ground. Now Katie stepped over her brother’s prostate form and launched a kick to his nuts, scoring a direct hit. The girls now alternated kicking Jeff in his balls and only stopped to take a small break and went back to kicking his nuts over and over and over again. Jeff wasn’t even moving anymore but just lay there, accepting the kicks as if his body were a lifeless sack of sand.

Felice made a mental note to tell her daughters to not kick their brother’s balls quite so hard in future, but for right now just watched in contentment as her children all played together.

Eventually, after about 20 minutes of kicking Jeff nonstop in the balls, the girls tired of the ballgame and ran happily into the house to enjoy the air conditioning and talk to each other about how fun it was to bust their brother’s balls. Felice waited a good 10 minutes before getting out of her seat and walking over to her son. He was breathing regularly and so she left him there, and she walked away with her flip-flops slapping the bottoms of her feet and also went inside the house........

Jodie and Knave, By: Caligula

Jodie was out enjoying her daily jog. She was 25 years old and loved to work out and show off her magnificent body. Her breasts being especially large seemed to attract the most attention. She knew they were jiggling right now, much to the delight of the men passing her on her run and then envy of the women, or so she supposed based on the nasty glares she got from them. She suspected many of them secretly wanted to bang her too, but that would be reserved for her boyfriend, if ever she met one that could handle her. Jodie was a true ball-buster. Not in the sense that she hated men, but that she thought kicking men in the balls was funny. She enjoyed it, but it also frightened off most potential male suitors.

Her present roommate, Knave, was no stranger to Jodie’s playful ways. Knave was also 25 and worked with Jodie at the ballet. One time Jodie publicly busted Knave’s balls during a recital of the Nutcracker Suite, landing on them “en pointe” tippy-toe style as he lay prostrate on the floor. Another time she caught him exercising naked and for no good reason other than sheer boredom, she snuck up behind him and kicked him square between the legs. If it was a wonder to anyone why Knave stayed living with Jodie, it was because he had a secret of his own…he had a sock fetish, and Jodie indulged him. To that end she had been wearing the same pair of socks for a week straight for her morning jog, unbeknownst to Knave. She had stayed out jogging longer than usual to make certain that today they would be extra moist and just what the doctor ordered.

She veered off the paved pathway and started to cut through the park, a short cut on the way to the apartment she shared with Knave. As she ran thinking about the fun she would have when she got home a ball came flying out of the brush and bounced to a stop a short distance in front of her. A teenage boy, she was uncertain as to his exact age, came chasing after it. Jodie quickly glanced around and saw that no one else was nearby and thought she’d have a quick joke at this young boy’s expense. She snatched up the ball and held it over head, teasing the boy.

“Can I have my ball back?”

“Which ball are you talking about?” asked Jodie.

“The one you’re holding. My sister and I were playing catch and she threw it over my head.”

“Oh THAT ball…I thought you meant a different kind of ball.” The boy had the decency to look confused. “Do you like football?” she asked.

“Yup.”

“I like football too.”

The boy gave her a look like she was lying. “Girls don’t like football. Football is for boys. My sister doesn’t like football.”

“Oh I bet your sister would like football the way I play it.” Jodie smiled. “Would you like to see how I play football?”

“Sure. I guess.” The boy didn’t sound convinced.

Jodie handed the ball back to the youngster. “Hold it over your head like I did. That’s right. Now spread your legs like a quarterback. Good. Now when you say HIKE I’ll introduce you to foot…ball. I’ll show you how I kick a proper field goal.”

The boy, being an innocent fella, did as he was told. “HIKE!”

Jodie used her ballet trained legs and lifted her right foot off the ground, punting the boy in the balls with the toe of her running shoe full force. “Goal! Two points for me!”

The boy released the ball he was holding over his head and slowly slumped to the ground, crying openly. Jodie for her part was laughing at the kid’s condition. She lifted her foot in the air and brought her heel smashing down on the colorful ball he and his sister had been playing with. It popped under her foot in front of the boy’s face. He vomited and she laughed.

“You’re a good sport!” laughed Jodie as she continued on her way. She looked back in time to see his sister come rushing out of the woods, take a look at the deflated ball and yell at her still crying brother.

“You broke our ball!” With that his very own sister kicked him in the nuts three of four times, apparently not aware of the damage she was causing. Kids were so innocent. Jodie smiled. The boy wretched again. “Now there aren’t any more balls!” the sister yelled.

Jodie giggled to herself as she ran on. It was funny how the sister’s comment was so right on the mark without her intending it to be. Well, the boy would probably look back on this one day and see just how funny it all was. Jodie was certain of that.

SATURDAY, APRIL 7, 2007

Sugar and Spice

This was a story I started but never finished. Anyone care to take a stab at it? Might be worth a trade if it's good.

Sugar and Spice

By: Caligula

Alan was a bit of a scrawny boy and didn’t make friends easily, unlike his older sister. Kristen had just turned 14 and was in the 8th grade attending the same school as her younger brother. She was a pretty blonde that anyone could see was going to be a real knockout as she got older. Not only did she possess killer legs but she also had big bouncy breasts that made all boys and men drool and lust after. It was lunchtime recess and Alan was spying on his sister. Since he didn’t have many friends he had nothing better to do with his time except to pry into his sister’s business and watch her pretty girlfriends as they gossiped and talked about boys. This day was different however as this time the girls were in the company of a boy that was in Alan’s class…Sam was his name. Sam was well liked by the girls in his class but what were 8th graders doing wasting their time with a 7th grader? Alan watched from a distance as the small group of three girls and Sam sneaked around the side of the school building, well out of sight of the teachers. Alan waited a few minutes before making his own covert move and hiding in his secret spot behind a big leafy bush from where he could watch his sister unobserved. What Alan saw shocked him. His sister was kissing Sam! An 8th grader kissing a 7th grader? It was unheard of! The other two girls, who Alan now recognized as his sister’s friends Carrie and Tracy, moved behind the boy and suddenly grabbed his arms. Sam obviously thought some sort of game was being played as he grinned rather sheepishly and allowed himself to be held. Alan watched, not able to believe the scene that was unfolding before his eyes. Kristen blew Sam a kiss and waved at him, then ran up to the bound boy and kicked him square in the nuts with the toe of her sneaker. Alan bent double at the waist, feeling sympathy pains for poor old Sam. Sam meanwhile collapsed to the ground as if he’d been shot. A high-pitched moan started to escape his lips but was quickly cut short as Tracey planted her ass over his face, muffling his cries for help and pity. With the help of Tracey’s butt they managed to get Sam onto his back where Carrie took her turn nailing the helpless boy in the balls with her foot. Sam went limp under Tracey and she got up, looking down at their victim. All of the girls were laughing and noticed that Sam had passed out. Tracey stomped down on his groin three times with the heel of her shoe, which was followed up by Kristen with one final kick between his splayed legs. This time Kristen’s hand shot to her mouth in a sign of surprise and the other girls asked what happened between fits of laughter.

“It felt funny that time,” said Kristen, “like something popped!”

“Oh shit!” said Carrie, “Let’s get out of here quick!”

Alan remained in hiding, too shocked to move or speak. He watched his sister and her two hot friends run back onto the playground, disappearing into the crowd. It all made sense now. Recently there had been many attacks on the playground of young boys getting kicked in the testicles but no one had stepped forward to name a culprit…not even the victims. Now he knew who the assailant was…his very own sister! Alan looked at the unconscious form of Sam one last time, shuddered slightly, and walked back to the playground determined to tell their mother his sister’s secret and get her in massive trouble.