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My first time
Hello everybody, this is Rina telling you about my first ballbusting. I am not a ballbust virgin anymore :)
Today is sunday, so what I'm going to tell you happened 6 days ago, on Monday.
I came home from my driving lesson and felt stirred up inside.
I had not had a good time, driving the car was no fun to me and the critics had rained down onto my sensitive soul like a rain of steel nails upon blank nerves. Moreover, I had had a little accident in the driving school itself. A low ceiling "kissed" my head, that was just "BANG" and "ouch", you know, my head hurted.
Hence, I felt pretty much longing for a drink.
Unfortunately, I was not very used to Vodka-Mix things, usually i drink girlish things, and underestimated the effect it would have on me. I was drunk in no time, when right that moment, a message in Skype popped up. It was a boy that I knew from a ballbusting forum who always wished to meet me, and also tried to push it a bit every now and then, because usually my answer was "One day, soon."
So he asked me again - when would we meet, and I told him that - no matter when - but sure not today, because i had drunk a bit too much.
His point was that it didnt had to be a disadvantage, maybe if I was drunk I could decide to meet with him because i was pretty relaxed now.
I took a look at my bottle and continued to drink, a few minutes later the agreement was made and I slipped into my clothes, black gloss boots, a black cyber-gothic skirt that is showing lots of the leg and my traditional style gothic full lenght coat.
THat was right the moment my father came back home from the do-it-yourself market and I earned suspicious looks.
"Marina - did you drink?!"
It was obvious because I basically walked against the walls and doors, ramming them with my shoulder.
Then he figured that I was preparing to leave the house. "You're not going onto the streets drunk!" he said.
We had some bla bla, and I left the house, with a bottle of booze in my hand.
That was not very feminine. However if you remember that goth style is originally just a form of black punk,
this image might not be that disturbing. In other words: DEATHROOOOCK FOR THE WIN... erm I mean... *cough*
I went thru the park with its little allotment garden houses, and sat down on the parking area where I had "my date".
With music in my ears and green vodka in my hand, clad all in black, I looked like my message was "life sucks, so do you, so leave me the fuck alone."
A message that some people either didnt get or blatantly ignored, I noticed that one dude that was peering over to me from a bush, and once he got 2 other folks with him, he finally had the balls to come over and the woman in the group asked me:
"Can we help you?"
I took out my earplug and asked in a pretty drunk voice: "Me? I'm waiting for a date."
Then that guy, who was in his 40ies or 50ies, started to blah-blah about that this isnt a public parking area but only for the garden owners, and that he didnt wanna allege me anything but they also had cases of prostitution lately, telling me all that shit while i drank my stuff further on and then they bugged off.
I didnt get much of what he said anyway, because my bottle was almost empty, and then my date arrived.
He was 10 years younger than me and had a little beard in his entire face, he was cute, I had not expected him to be this cute.
I immediately welcomed him by a tight hug and then we crossed the street and entered the park vis-a-vis.
I wish I could remember what we talked about, but hell I can't, and the weather was nothing like sunny, and the ways were pretty wet and dirty. It's embarrassing but I can't remember anything that we talked.
He said this is no reason to be embarrassed, the alcohol helped me decide to meet today, otherwise i would not have agreeed. So i guess it's alright. He said he's nervous or at least excited too because this is his first type of "date" of this kind, too, so we are both beginners.
This made me feel comfortable. my bottle rested in my handbag, he had declined to drink from it, omg I was so drunk i offered a person who has to drive a car to drink lol... punk style....
I lead him up to the highest place of the park, it is a kind of plateau. In former times, when youth was not that rude and primitive and destructive yet, this used to be a meeting place with benches and people would have barbecues here. Now, its just a place with no benches anymore because they always destroyed that all.
It was all wet and full of mud. I said it is time to bring it on, the both of us knew what we were here for, and I opened my skirt's buckles at the legs, so my legs could move.
I realized a single index finger touched my shoulder like a stiff dick carefully longing for my touch Oo
He sustained me - or is supported the proper word? He did it so decently so I would hopefully not notice it, he thought, because he didnt want me to be embarrassed taht I was so drunk that i could not stand still and open my belt buckles. I would fall to the side. thats why he sustained me. but i noticed his finger, even tho i was drunk :D Such a cute boy!
Then he went into position, spreading his legs and said "Careful please" and i gave him like 3 or 5 kicks in the nuts. I heard some decent gasp like "ooow" but without voice. His jeans sucked the mood from my boots like a thirsty sponge, I remember that he tried to wipe it away after the first kick, but then just gave it up because we wanted to have fun.
He turned around and i kicked him from behind. This was interesting because Travis had told me that it hurts more from behind, however he took those hits without the gasping breath that i had heard before, when i had kicked him frontally. Then again I might just have not caught these sounds, I was drunk.
He took 5 or even 10 from behind, then kind of narrowed his legs and was served. We could not make him drop because this place was all muddy.
Leaving the place, walking down again, there were 2 people walking their dogs, coming our way, and I remember that I said "See, what a good timing, if we had continued for any longer, they'd seen us."
He agreed. And mentioned that it had been cool, because it was harder and different than busting himself.
I was glad he had liked it. We went all the way back that we had come, all the way through the park, and my ears felt like stuffed with cotton, i heard less and less, i also didnt see much anymore, yea i was drunk as fuck.
At the parking area I hugged him once more, very heartily, and wished I could remain in that position because all I wanted was to sleep. He drove home, and I walked the way through the allotment gardens.
I must have been staggering like hell, because my mother told me later.
I came home and my mother's words were: "We had an arrangement!"
That refered to that SHE had claimed that I would not drink more than 1 pint lol.
But they realized I would not give a shit about anything anymore because i just didnt get it. Instead, i entered the toilet, peed or whatever, and ended up on the floor, holding the doorknob down and yelling "Moonie is not the greatest anymore, I am the greatest now!"
This refered to my friend Moonie who had met a dude 2 nights before and fucked with him four hours long and was hell of proud of it because she hesitated to meet him for a while. And as friends, we competed a little bit with each other, and Moonie had been in the lead. But now I felt that I was in the lead.
They realized that the doorknob was down all the time and knocked at the door: "Marina, you alright?" and i informed them a couple of times that I was not just alright but the greatest. Then i crawled out of the toilet room and my mother saw that I was in no condition for critic so she agreed to the course I was obviously staggering --- towards my bedroom.
"Yes, go and sleep off your jag." my mom said. I just frequently stated "I am the greatest, you hear me Moonie?" and then fell into my bed. My mother brought me a yellow plastic bucket in case I had to vomit, i mumbled I dont need that, some minutes later it was filled with greenish, vodka smelling puke. My mom is wise, I got the best mom in the world, you see ;) The world was spinning like a merry-go-round and I felt like my bed was traveling at at least 50mph velocity under my butt. More and more I didnt feel "the queen of the universe" anymore but kind of better off dead. I was told that I had come out just in my bra and pantie hugging my mom saying "I am sorry i drank so much", aww.
The night was horrible. Next morning i poured the very rest of the booze into the sink with disgust and had the usual "never again" thoughts, lol. I was told how I behaved before, and I told my mom at that breakfast taht I had had my fun, no matter what she'd think of it, I was sorry but I would not regret having done it, no, I was glad I had met the boy, and if she wondered what I had done with that guy, well... I reminded her taht she knew my interest for ballbusting from when I had told it to her just a while before, so YES, she'd know right what I had done to that boy that I met.
She was pretty shocked because yea she had been told that I wanna do it, but now her daughter really had done it. Something she just cant cope with, you know, but that's nobody's business but my own.
Well thats how it was - my very first time ballbusting. Love ya, mom and dad, but youre little girl is a ballbusteress now.
Marina
Today is sunday, so what I'm going to tell you happened 6 days ago, on Monday.
I came home from my driving lesson and felt stirred up inside.
I had not had a good time, driving the car was no fun to me and the critics had rained down onto my sensitive soul like a rain of steel nails upon blank nerves. Moreover, I had had a little accident in the driving school itself. A low ceiling "kissed" my head, that was just "BANG" and "ouch", you know, my head hurted.
Hence, I felt pretty much longing for a drink.
Unfortunately, I was not very used to Vodka-Mix things, usually i drink girlish things, and underestimated the effect it would have on me. I was drunk in no time, when right that moment, a message in Skype popped up. It was a boy that I knew from a ballbusting forum who always wished to meet me, and also tried to push it a bit every now and then, because usually my answer was "One day, soon."
So he asked me again - when would we meet, and I told him that - no matter when - but sure not today, because i had drunk a bit too much.
His point was that it didnt had to be a disadvantage, maybe if I was drunk I could decide to meet with him because i was pretty relaxed now.
I took a look at my bottle and continued to drink, a few minutes later the agreement was made and I slipped into my clothes, black gloss boots, a black cyber-gothic skirt that is showing lots of the leg and my traditional style gothic full lenght coat.
THat was right the moment my father came back home from the do-it-yourself market and I earned suspicious looks.
"Marina - did you drink?!"
It was obvious because I basically walked against the walls and doors, ramming them with my shoulder.
Then he figured that I was preparing to leave the house. "You're not going onto the streets drunk!" he said.
We had some bla bla, and I left the house, with a bottle of booze in my hand.
That was not very feminine. However if you remember that goth style is originally just a form of black punk,
this image might not be that disturbing. In other words: DEATHROOOOCK FOR THE WIN... erm I mean... *cough*
I went thru the park with its little allotment garden houses, and sat down on the parking area where I had "my date".
With music in my ears and green vodka in my hand, clad all in black, I looked like my message was "life sucks, so do you, so leave me the fuck alone."
A message that some people either didnt get or blatantly ignored, I noticed that one dude that was peering over to me from a bush, and once he got 2 other folks with him, he finally had the balls to come over and the woman in the group asked me:
"Can we help you?"
I took out my earplug and asked in a pretty drunk voice: "Me? I'm waiting for a date."
Then that guy, who was in his 40ies or 50ies, started to blah-blah about that this isnt a public parking area but only for the garden owners, and that he didnt wanna allege me anything but they also had cases of prostitution lately, telling me all that shit while i drank my stuff further on and then they bugged off.
I didnt get much of what he said anyway, because my bottle was almost empty, and then my date arrived.
He was 10 years younger than me and had a little beard in his entire face, he was cute, I had not expected him to be this cute.
I immediately welcomed him by a tight hug and then we crossed the street and entered the park vis-a-vis.
I wish I could remember what we talked about, but hell I can't, and the weather was nothing like sunny, and the ways were pretty wet and dirty. It's embarrassing but I can't remember anything that we talked.
He said this is no reason to be embarrassed, the alcohol helped me decide to meet today, otherwise i would not have agreeed. So i guess it's alright. He said he's nervous or at least excited too because this is his first type of "date" of this kind, too, so we are both beginners.
This made me feel comfortable. my bottle rested in my handbag, he had declined to drink from it, omg I was so drunk i offered a person who has to drive a car to drink lol... punk style....
I lead him up to the highest place of the park, it is a kind of plateau. In former times, when youth was not that rude and primitive and destructive yet, this used to be a meeting place with benches and people would have barbecues here. Now, its just a place with no benches anymore because they always destroyed that all.
It was all wet and full of mud. I said it is time to bring it on, the both of us knew what we were here for, and I opened my skirt's buckles at the legs, so my legs could move.
I realized a single index finger touched my shoulder like a stiff dick carefully longing for my touch Oo
He sustained me - or is supported the proper word? He did it so decently so I would hopefully not notice it, he thought, because he didnt want me to be embarrassed taht I was so drunk that i could not stand still and open my belt buckles. I would fall to the side. thats why he sustained me. but i noticed his finger, even tho i was drunk :D Such a cute boy!
Then he went into position, spreading his legs and said "Careful please" and i gave him like 3 or 5 kicks in the nuts. I heard some decent gasp like "ooow" but without voice. His jeans sucked the mood from my boots like a thirsty sponge, I remember that he tried to wipe it away after the first kick, but then just gave it up because we wanted to have fun.
He turned around and i kicked him from behind. This was interesting because Travis had told me that it hurts more from behind, however he took those hits without the gasping breath that i had heard before, when i had kicked him frontally. Then again I might just have not caught these sounds, I was drunk.
He took 5 or even 10 from behind, then kind of narrowed his legs and was served. We could not make him drop because this place was all muddy.
Leaving the place, walking down again, there were 2 people walking their dogs, coming our way, and I remember that I said "See, what a good timing, if we had continued for any longer, they'd seen us."
He agreed. And mentioned that it had been cool, because it was harder and different than busting himself.
I was glad he had liked it. We went all the way back that we had come, all the way through the park, and my ears felt like stuffed with cotton, i heard less and less, i also didnt see much anymore, yea i was drunk as fuck.
At the parking area I hugged him once more, very heartily, and wished I could remain in that position because all I wanted was to sleep. He drove home, and I walked the way through the allotment gardens.
I must have been staggering like hell, because my mother told me later.
I came home and my mother's words were: "We had an arrangement!"
That refered to that SHE had claimed that I would not drink more than 1 pint lol.
But they realized I would not give a shit about anything anymore because i just didnt get it. Instead, i entered the toilet, peed or whatever, and ended up on the floor, holding the doorknob down and yelling "Moonie is not the greatest anymore, I am the greatest now!"
This refered to my friend Moonie who had met a dude 2 nights before and fucked with him four hours long and was hell of proud of it because she hesitated to meet him for a while. And as friends, we competed a little bit with each other, and Moonie had been in the lead. But now I felt that I was in the lead.
They realized that the doorknob was down all the time and knocked at the door: "Marina, you alright?" and i informed them a couple of times that I was not just alright but the greatest. Then i crawled out of the toilet room and my mother saw that I was in no condition for critic so she agreed to the course I was obviously staggering --- towards my bedroom.
"Yes, go and sleep off your jag." my mom said. I just frequently stated "I am the greatest, you hear me Moonie?" and then fell into my bed. My mother brought me a yellow plastic bucket in case I had to vomit, i mumbled I dont need that, some minutes later it was filled with greenish, vodka smelling puke. My mom is wise, I got the best mom in the world, you see ;) The world was spinning like a merry-go-round and I felt like my bed was traveling at at least 50mph velocity under my butt. More and more I didnt feel "the queen of the universe" anymore but kind of better off dead. I was told that I had come out just in my bra and pantie hugging my mom saying "I am sorry i drank so much", aww.
The night was horrible. Next morning i poured the very rest of the booze into the sink with disgust and had the usual "never again" thoughts, lol. I was told how I behaved before, and I told my mom at that breakfast taht I had had my fun, no matter what she'd think of it, I was sorry but I would not regret having done it, no, I was glad I had met the boy, and if she wondered what I had done with that guy, well... I reminded her taht she knew my interest for ballbusting from when I had told it to her just a while before, so YES, she'd know right what I had done to that boy that I met.
She was pretty shocked because yea she had been told that I wanna do it, but now her daughter really had done it. Something she just cant cope with, you know, but that's nobody's business but my own.
Well thats how it was - my very first time ballbusting. Love ya, mom and dad, but youre little girl is a ballbusteress now.
Marina
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Comment by Carsten on April 28, 2010 at 3:18am
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Congratulations on loosing your ballbusting virginity!
Schade, dass ich nicht Dein erstes Opfer sein durfte!
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Comment by John Dobby on March 29, 2010 at 12:42pm
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Great story Marina! Maybe one day I will be as lucky as you and find a busting partner
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Comment by Ry on March 29, 2010 at 1:14am
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Marina! Incredible story :) . This didn't happen to take place anywhere near a cemetery, did it? ;) haha, only you will get that joke, i think.
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Comment by dvhour (Site Owner) on March 28, 2010 at 10:52pm
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Now this is what i call an excellent fun story. Marina any time you have any BB thoughts or ideas feel free to post then on this blog, I totally dig the way you unfold a story. I think you should be a literature teacher at the university or something :)
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Comment by Zwyx on March 28, 2010 at 6:03pm
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Aw, I'm so proud of you! Good job. :3 Odd that the kicks from behind didn't work. Could've just been the jeans. Still, though, congrats. Let us know if you have any more sessions with him. Don't forget the video recorder. ;)
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