First Bust

[Myron Cumberland]

I've known for years that it's hot to get kicked in the balls.  Both my parents worked, so I was left to watch TV a lot.  Every weekend, cable stations had movies on where some guy was getting kicked or kneed by scantily clad women.  None of my friends shared my fetish, so it was my secret.  My uncle gave me his VCR player and all his movies.  I was able to pause scenes or watch them at slower speeds.  I ruined Crocodile Dundee by pausing it too much on the knee scene.  In junior high school, like every other guy, I started getting into girls.  I would watch them as they crossed their legs and bounced their feet up and down, fantasizing about kneeling in front of them as they bounced their feet into my sack.  But the girls were too into themselves to pay attention to us boys.  They were constantly looking at themselves in mirrors or taking selfies.  As a science geek, I didn't have a lot of options, as the girls were into the jocks.  Seventh hour was a library study hall.  One day, I was waiting to check out a book at the front desk.  The head librarian was facing away from me.  She saw something on the floor, and bent over to pick it up.  Oh my God.  Her already tight brown slacks got tighter, and I instantly fell in love(lust)with her ass.  The desk was waist high, otherwise my boner would have been visible for all the world to see.  After school I went home and jacked off like a madman.  She was my first crush on an older woman.  She was probably in her mid forties.  Her body was what the artists call Rubenesque.  The next day, I went to the library as usual, and made a pest of myself trying to talk to her.  Usually teachers will stop to talk to a student if they express an interest in what they do, but she merely pointed me in the direction of the books I was requesting.  Then I saw a sign for "Library Club".  It's basically hauling books from bins around the library to her desk so she can check them for damage and stamp them.  It's an after school club.  Three days a week, I would carry armloads of books to her desk and stand behind her as she checked them.  Behind and above her gave me the perfect view down her shirt.  She must have caught on to what I was doing, and I think it amused her at first because she started wearing shirts with lower necklines.  One Friday when it was just me and her in the area(another librarian was shelving books in the main room), she stretched her arms out and arched her back, giving me a view of her knockers tight against her pink shirt.  I must have made some sort of surprised moan because she looked up at me, smiled, and elbowed me in the nuts.  I shrieked and bent over.  I managed to stagger into another room before going down to my knees.  I rocked back and forth for a few minutes until it didn't hurt too much.  They don't show you that in the movies.  I felt ashamed, humiliated, and more than a little fearful about being caught.  After a few minutes, she came in and bent down in front of me, giving me by far the best view of her cleavage.  Then she pulled my head by my hair and asked if I was all right.  I nodded.  She told me that's what you get for looking down women's shirts.  Then she laughed.  I wanted to pull out my schlong right then and there and jack off like a maniac.  I went home and did just that.  Saturday and Sunday were no different.  On Monday, one of the other librarians told me that they didn't need me in Library Club anymore.  She must have known about what happened because she could barely contain her laughter.  Another librarian, sitting at her desk, made a swift motion with her elbow and smirked at me.  The love of my life was nowhere to be seen.  I dropped that study hall and took the last part of a geometry class.  As it was on another floor than the library, I never saw her again.  I still jack off like a fiend to her, though.