Gym bust

Esther was a cute, nerdy girl. She had a pretty average complexion, a little on the pale side, with chubby cheeks, long blonde hair and dark green eyes. She was a tomboy and she was sassy, playful and liked playing soccer. She had a nice body with nice, perky breasts and an ass to go with it.

So it begins when I was in 9th grade. Me and my friends had this little game in gym class where we'd go up and smack each other's asses real hard just to fuck with each other. Well, one day when we were out at the running track I decided I was gonna try and get Esther. I walked up behind her and, I wasn't trying to smack that hard, but I ended up leaving a red hand print on her ass. It probably didn't help that she was wearing yoga shorts. Once my hand made contact, she jumped up and let out a little squeal and our friends started laughing. When she realized who it was and what I've done, she said with a look of fury, "I'm gonna get you back." And oh man, did she get me back.

... 2 weeks later ...

I'm in school and the bell just rang to let us know class started. I had just got finished changing into some basketball shorts and a t shirt and now I'm leaving the locker room. I see Esther as she is walking out of the girls locker room, dressed in those black yoga shorts that show the lovely contours of her booty and a tank top that made her D-cup breasts seem like they were going to pop out with no shoes. Esther had pretty feet with black nail polish on her chubby little toes. As she saw me she said, "Hey Matt, I got something to show you later." Confused, I replied, "What's that?" To which she answered, " You'll see." Not paying it much attention, I continued on and stood in line for role call.

That day in gym we all lined up (most of us grouped with our friends) and did a bunch of different exercises as a class, one of these exercises jumping jacks. Well, Esther was in front of me doingall the exercises and I'm doing the exercises, but I start spacing out and daydreaming. When we started on jumping jacks, since I wasn't paying attention, Esther turned around and waited for me to open my legs and make my package an easy target. As she kicked, there was loud flesh like sound. All of a sudden, I snap back to reality as waves of pain are sent through me from my balls. She had kicked me in the balls with the top of her toes, crushing my balls against my pelvic bone. I dropped to the ground, coughing and gasping for air. We were mainly around girls, who all giggled at the sight of me being kicked, and a few boys, a couple who sympathized and a few who laughed too. On my knees, Esther comes up and pats me on the head, mockingly saying, "Oh poor baby, did that hurt? Hahaha I told you I'd get you back."

After about a minute or 2 I go to the bathroom to check my balls, and to hide the fact that I had a major hard on from being kicked. She didn't bruise them, but my balls were really red and they ached for the next couple of days.

That was the first but definitely wasn't the last time she kicked me either.

To be continued...

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