End of the Semester

[KneeMyNuts]

I just started a ballbusting blog, and all the stories are true!  Here's one of my stories, enjoy!  http://staceybbchron.blogspot.com/

Finals were wrapping up and the relief of the end coming was starting to wash over me.  I would get to go home, see people I haven't seen in months, and just get to relax.  The only bummer was that I wouldn't get to see my girlfriend while on break, an event I never thought I'd ever have to worry about.  Needless to say, that put a little damper on the approaching break.

Stacey, my almost-new girlfriend, must have been thinking the same thing.  She IM'd me one of the last nights before we left for home. 

Stacey: hey baby!  what are you up to?
Me: hi!  i'm just trying to get some last minute studying in before my last final this afternoon  :-)  then i'll be done
Stacey: that's good!  i just finished my last final test this morning!  ha!  lol
Me: rub it in :-p
Stacey: thats what im doing lol
Me: you suck
Stacey: only if youre lucky and if your roommates leave ;-p
Me: i'm holding you to that, it's just me and brad and he goes home tonight
Stacey: yeah yeah, maybe ill see what i can do then
Me: lol

We wrapped up our conversation and I got back to the grind.  After cramming for a few hours I went and took my test.  I wasn't sure how I did, but I was happy it was all over.  I hung out with Brad while he packed up to head home and then, when he left a bit later, I was all alone in my room.  About 15 minutes later, if that, I heard a knock on my door.  I went to it, opened the door, and... it was Stacey!  She was wearing her long black hair in a ponytail, she had on a windbreaker, tight blue jeans, and (to my excitement) her black "stilts".  Stacey had her purse on her left shoulder and was holding a small gym back in her right hand.  When I stepped to the side, wordlessly inviting her inside, she walked a few steps in and held her arms open for a hug.  I smiled and went to her but, only about a foot away from her before I could embrace her, I felt something slam between my legs.  HARD.  It took about a nanosecond for me to realize that she had just kneed me... and about another nanosecond for the pain to hit me, dropping me to my knees in front of her.  She giggled sweetly, as if she'd just given me a peck on the cheek, and shut my door.  We'd only been dating for a few weeks, but (up to that point) she'd never gotten me so hard; her kneecap hit just one of them as opposed to her thigh getting both.  I groaned, clutching my groin with both hands when she crouched down so that our eyes met, and she kissed me fiercely.  While we kissed, I felt her hands on my wrists, pulling my hands away from my balls and she held onto them as she stood up.  Stacey broke away from the kiss and she slid her foot between my legs, rubbing my aching balls (well, ball) and growing cock with the top of her stilts.  She moved her foot up and down and, after a few times, she stopped right where my balls were, asking coyly "Right here?"  When I nodded, Stacey's foot left my crotch... only to slam there, catching both balls this time.  She let my wrists go, and I curled myself into a moaning, rocking little ball.  As I rolled around on the floor, groaning with the strange mix of pain and pleasure, she laughed gently to herself and walked around me, going into the bathroom and shutting the door.

After a couple of minutes, I was still on the floor moaning when I heard the bathroom door open.  "Since we have the place all to ourselves..." Stacey started saying, but then tailed off.  I looked her to ask her what she was saying, but stopped when I saw her.  She wasn't wearing the jeans and stilts anymore; she was wearing a lacy, see-through black top, a super-short black miniskirt, and her new black heels.  As she made her way back over to where I was on the floor, I started to try to stand back up... I'm not even sure why, it just seemed like that's what I needed to do.  She stood right in front of me and put a hand on her hip, and said "You're wearing so much..." which was my signal to start taking clothes off.  Once I got down to my underwear, she smiled devilishly, saying softly "Good boy."  She slid her hands onto my shoulders and, without saying anymore, drove her right knee into my balls.  I let out a surprised squeak and she slammed her knee into me again, and I had to take a hold of her sexy hips to remain upright.  Stacey stepped a tiny bit closer and attempted to knee me once more, but instinct took over and I jerked my hips back, taking my already battered balls out of the line of fire.  Stacey let out a frustrated grunt and hissed "You always do that!  Stop moving away from me!"  She then smacked me across the face; even with my balls on fire, I was stunned.  She seemed surprised too, but she recovered first and maneuvered me backwards until I was up against a wall.  She then told me "Now you have nowhere to go", then she giggled her sweet little giggle... before unleashing a vicious knee to my balls.  "AAAAAAAAAAAARRG!" I screamed and went down like a ton of bricks.  "Looks like you'll need a few seconds to recover," she said, and she walked off through the apartment, where she turned a corner and I lost sight of her.  I could hear her heels clicking on the floor of the kitchen, and then I could her her pour herself something to drink, but I was fixated on the sound of her shoes on the solid floor.  I was already turned on by what she was wearing and the ballbusting but I never realized how much being slapped and then hearing her high heels when she walked would turn me on.  Only a second or two of hearing it and I was extremely aroused, ready to pounce.  I pulled myself off the floor and waited for her to return and, when she saw me, she must have noticed the change (maybe it was written all over my face, or she could see the tent I was pitching in my boxers).  Her eyebrows went up and she stated casually, "Well, I guess the tables are about to turn.  Before you-" She was cut off when I moved to her fast, kissing her gratefully and passionately, and as we kissed, she backed me against another nearby wall.  Stacey broke off the kiss and said "You won't be able to..." and she tailed off, blushing a little.  I was super confused; if she couldn't do anything, why did she come over and immediately initiate things?  While I was lamenting the sudden collapse of the carnality, I felt her hands slip under my boxers and wrap around me.  God, her hands were warm and soft.  Normally, a handjob from a girl is silly, since guys can do it themselves, but it felt so good, I didn't care.  She stroked me for a few seconds then I saw her drop carefully to her knees.  Stacey didn't even bother to tease me and she guided me into her mouth.  "Holy shit..." I half moaned, half yelled.  Her giggle was a little muffled and she started working on me, licking and sucking.  With everything that had already happened, and now the addition of a BJ, it took me almost no time at all.  Stacey dutifully took everything and even pumped me while I was in her mouth to make sure it all got out. 

A short time later, after I had come down from the heavens, I noticed I was sitting on the couch.  Stacey was sitting next to me, facing me, with her legs in my lap.  I brushed her legs absently with my fingertips as we started chatting.  She asked "I didn't really hurt you a lot, did I?  Like, you can take it, right?"  I answered "It hurt a tiny bit (which was sort of a lie haha), but it was really sexy how you just take control.  And... I love your legs and when you wear high heels and..." I tailed off when I realized I was babbling and we both laughed.  She said "Okay, good.  And I'm sorry I slapped you.  I don't know why I did that."  I asked shyly "Would you... umm... try it again next time?"  Stacey looked at me a little surprised and asked "So you liked it?"  I replied "I never thought I would but... yeah, that was kinda hot."  She sat there with a satisfied smirk on her face but it felt flat almost immediately.  I was about to ask but she answered my unasked question, saying "It sucks that you have to leave to go home tomorrow morning; I'm going to miss you so much!"  She came closer and put her head on my shoulder but I informed her "I'm not leaving tomorrow morning; I'm waiting till tomorrow night."  She looked up at me, as if she was trying to reign in her excitement and asked "When tomorrow night?"  "Oh, pretty late so I can beat the traffic," I responded.  I could see her thinking and I raised an eyebrow at her.  She said smiled brightly and said "Why don't you come home with me for a day or two?  You'll never make it all the way home!  It'll be late and you'll be tired, my house is closer to here."  Logically, it didn't really make sense, since her house was in the opposite direction from where I lived, so I hesitated.  She said slyly "I'll wear something like this every night you stay with me."  Sold! I thought to myself. 

I agreed to stay with her for a few days before I went home, wondering what she would have planned for me...


The End.

[bbandstuff]

Honestly, I'd say keep doing what you're doing. These are pretty well written in my opinion

[KneeMyNuts]

Wow thanks! I'll definitely keep writing about my experiences, thanks for the feedback! Anything I can do better?

[bbandstuff]

That's pretty awesome. Also checked out your blog, these are some awesome stories!