My Ballbusting Memoirs: Part 3 of 4

[Joe Metal]

This post starts when I'm the ripe old age of 15. I was in high school, and had a good group of friends. One of them was named "Kindra" and another was called "Sammy". Kindra isn't important at the moment, but Sammy is.

Sammy, to be honest, was and probably still is the cutest girls I've ever known. I can't quite put my finger on it, but she's very attractive. One day, me and my group of friends all decided to explore some woods behind one of our houses. 30 minutes later, the five of us were walking along an old abandoned train track. She was wearing a light blue work shirt and skinny jeans. Seeing her in her skinny jeans had made me flashback to a couple weeks ago, when, while wearing the same pare of skinny jeans, she had pantsed me and made me swear revenge. I was finally going to get it.

We were all walking West, and I pretended to tie my shoes for an excuse to hang back. She was 10 feet in front of me, and I ninja'd my way over to her without making a noise. I got down on one knee, got a firm grip on the fabric on either side of her waist, and shoved straight down. The pants went down without almost no resistance, revealing red hanes panties (bear in mind that this is a 15 year old girl).

Sammy spun straight around looking only mildly angry. She put her hands on my shoulders and shoved her pearly white knee straight into my groin. Since her jeans being pulled down made it so that her knees couldn't be more than a foot apart, the hit wasn't nearly as painful as it could be. It was still very painful. She then, without saying a word, pulled her pants up, turned around and continued walking. At that point, things between us changed. We seemed oddly at ease (that might have something to do with seeing each other in our underwear), and became very good friends.

The next summer, after I had turned sixteen, I was spending the week down in the Keys. Also staying there was some girl that I meet on the beach. For all you know, her name is Brianna. Brianna was 5'4", had brown hair that went down to her chest, and a great chest for her hair to fall on. She was at least a 32 D, and wore a bikini most of the time. She was also a very pretty, very nice girl. On the incident in question, she wore a black string bikini, and had her hair in a braided ponytail.

I was lying in the shade on a beach chair, minding my own business. She came over, and, being the nice girl that she is, offered me a back massage. I, in my usual cheeky manner, politely asker her if she would mind making it a front massage, to which she surprisingly agreed. She started out on my chest, then gradually went lower and lower, until she eventually put her hands underneath my bathing suit. At this time, I oh so wisely decided to call her a "pet name" I'd given her that she hates. Bad idea.

She grasped my balls in her hand, and while she didn't squeeze them, she sure wasn't letting go any time soon. She managed to, without twisting my balls, go from standing beside me to kneeling over me. I, in retaliation for her grabbing my balls, grabbed one of the strings holding up her bikini top. She warned me that if I pulled of her bra, she squeeze my balls. I told her that the other way around. We agreed to let go on three. She did let go, but I pulled on the string. She jumped up and her top fell off, meaning she had to cover her bosom with one of her hands. Her other hand was free to make a fist, and swing it at the area where my spread legs met. I, despite my pain, convinced her not to swing again. We eventually made up, and where still on good terms when she left two days later.

That's the end of part three. Sorry it took so long to write, but I've been otherwise preoccupied. The next one probably won't take as long. See you next time.