Ski Trip Busting Part 1

[Sophie Jarvis]

Okay here it goes. This is my first story/experience I have ever written so cut me some slack! It’s also a bit long…I got rather carried away whilst reminiscing, sorry!! The ball busting starts later if your only here for that but I’m a stickler for details. If I’m going to read a story I usually like some context so I thought you deserved the same! I keep busy so it’s only recently that I have had chance to do some writing. I probably won’t have it finished today as I want to keep up the detail and not rush it! I promise I’ll try and finish it one day.

When I was at university, probably about 19 or 20, I went on a trip to Les 2 Alps in France to do some skiing and snowboarding with my friends. In the friendship group I was the only girl as I couldn’t persuade any of my girlfriends to come with me although it didn’t really bother me, I’d always got on better with guys, they were less bitchy, more up for fun stuff (like snowboarding) and were generally easier to be around! Now, by this time I’d been into ball busting for about 3 years after my college boyfriend had introduced me to it (that’s a story for another time) but we had long since broken up. My lust for hurting guys balls however, strongly remained! For me, busting a guy is a way of him showing me that he would put his balls on the line (literally) for me and that amount of trust is a serious turn on! I never bust a guy’s balls properly just to hurt him or for the pain side, I’m not into that, it’s just a test to see how much I really mean to guy and if I’m worth it to him! For that reason, after I broke up with my boyfriend I’ve kept my busting to one-night stands, no repeat busting!!

Anyway, back to the snowy mountains of Les 2 Alps. When we arrived (after a 20-hour coach!!) we went inside the hotel and went to our rooms. I was staying with two of the boys I was already friends with, let’s call them Elliot and Ollie (I’m changing names just in case!) and Elliot’s friend from back home, Matt. Now I hadn’t really spoken much to Matt apart from on the coach journey but I could already tell his type. This loud mouth, arrogant wanker had already informed me, along with the rest of the coach that he was super rich. He didn’t go to college and instead went to do some apprenticeship somewhere which, according to him paid him very well! Even though he had only been there a few years…. This was of course, total crap and I think everyone on the bus knew it. He was a year or two below me and my friends and had a habit of trying to show off, almost to make up for the fact he was younger. He drove nice cars (apparently), had expensive ski gear and slept with, to quote “fit bitches” all the time. Now of all the shit that spewed from his mouth that was about the only thing I though could be plausible. This guy did have one thing going for him, he was seriously fit. Like ovaries melting fit. I’m talking Ryan Reynolds body; he of course took his top off on the bus to show it off but he also had a cute face go with the body.

He’d been giving me the eyes all journey. To be fair to him I was one of only about 8 girls on this trip, 4 were mature students and some of the others had boyfriends. But I knew his game, he wanted an easy fuck on his trip away so he could later tell the story of how he managed to “pull” some girl on his travels. Luckily for him though, I was seriously in the mood for some busting and since I wasn’t going to bust my friends (that’s probably one way to ruin a friendship) or attempt to reason with a French man to kick his balls – “botter tes coquilles?” he was by far my best choice. Plus, he was really hot so I willing to let him fuck me anyway, if he could earn it that is aha!

The first day we went boarding was awesome. Fresh powder meant I could go far off piste away from the track which is what I liked doing. Matt was always floating around me and even threw in a “your ass looks awesome from here” (classy) when I bent over to go faster. The days went on like this and then on the fourth or maybe fifth night we went to the local club in the evening. I don’t know if it was the altitude or me being a lightweight and before long I was fairly drunk and singing karaoke. Me and Ollie sang some Taylor Swift songs very loudly and Matt rather generously kept buying me drinks, how nice of him (I know your game boy)!  I drank some and gave some of the others away to Elliot, Ollie and the other so I could stay fairly sober. The dance floor was rammed, like some kind of mosh pit. As I was dancing Matt came up behind me and put his hands on my hips and kept dancing, then he moved them up a bit higher onto my waist and put one hand on my neck. He spun me around and started kissing me and I kissed him back. He moved his hands onto my bum so I moved my hand onto his crotch. I could already feel that he was rock hard and his dick was pushed up over his waistband. Then he started squeezing my ass and as he did, I moved my hand down over his balls, at first, he responded well and kissed and squeezed me harder but as he did this, so too did my grip on his balls.  His knees started to go a bit limper and his grip got weaker. I kissed him on the cheek then slipped out of his grasp and went outside of the club.

The fresh air was well, refreshing after being inside the club and my beer jacket was keeping me warm. After a few minutes Matt came outside and came over to me. “Your so much dirtier than I thought” he told me. I asked him what he meant and he talked about how I was squeezing his balls. “You don’t know the half of it” I teased with a wink. I knew at this point I’d got him, his eyes lit up and I could have written what his response was going to be in the snow with a shovel before he even got outside. “Well why don’t you come and show me” said Matt. How predictable. “Hmm, no I don’t think someone as young as you could take it, you’re still pretty unexperienced really” I replied. He stopped and thought for a second then retorted with “I can show you just how experienced I am if you’d let me”. Jesus. Did these shitty lines actually work for some girls? “Fine.” I stated, “but, you’re going to have to earn it, I only sleep with special types of guys and I don’t think your quite there!”. “Deal”. For a guy like this, as macho and egotistic it was obvious he would give any challenge a go to get into my pants.

We walked down the piste, a terrible choice in hind sight but good fun while we did it. He gave me his jacket and we walked back to the hotel. I figured that the boys would be back fairly soon though, they wouldn’t come looking for me or anything like that they weren’t that sort of protective friends but the club would shut soon and I really wanted some privacy for this. As he was walking to our door I explained to him that I wouldn’t be doing anything with him if my other friends turned back up and so we would have to find somewhere else. First, he suggested that we just “did it” in the stairwell which I swiftly rejected. After a bit of walking around the hotel and looking for places Matt suggested we went in a cleaning closet, I agreed but pointed out the obvious that I would be looked, which it was. Arrogant as Matt was, he did have some pretty amazing skills. He walked over to the closet and pulled out a debit card and slid it down the side of the door like out of some movie. As he did that, he pushed it with his shoulder and just like that it opened. Maybe it took longer than or maybe it wasn’t all that impressive, but in my semi drunken state it was one of the coolest things I’d seen someone do, not that I’d tell him that haha! The closet was fairly big, with towels stacked up in wooden frames and a laundry basket in the corner. He pushed me against the wall and started kissing me, then started feeling his way up under my jacket. I pushed him off. “Whoooah if you think it’s going to be that easy you may as well go back to bed little one”. Even though he was only a few years younger I knew it degraded him a bit knowing he was younger. “If you want me, and I mean really want me, not just for a trophy fuck than you need to earn it” I told him. “Here’s the deal, I’m going to kick, knee or hit your balls however I wish and for every hit you take, I’ll take off an item of clothing. One item! If you get me naked. You get me”. Now, previously when I’ve proposed this (not always the strip game like now that was a rarity) I got mixed reactions from guys. “Are you serious?”, “wow you really are kinky” or “ermmmmm” are some of the common ones but after some mild flirting and a bit of foreplay I normally get them on board. Matt however just said “When you say I get you...you mean anything I want?” “Anything but anal” I told him. “Right, deal! You weren’t joking when you said that the squeeze before was nothing were you” he smirked.

“Okay take you pants off” I told him. He obliged and stood in front of me with his boxers on, his erect dick pointing out of the top of his waist band. “So, how does this work?” he asked. “Okay so I’m currently wearing some boots, two pairs of socks, some thermal leggings, jeans, pants, jacket, t-shirt, and a bra. Oh, and a necklace and a watch!” I said. Jesus no wonder I was hot in the club I though to myself after listing my garments! “So….that’s 14 hits I have to take…” he theorised. “I only counted 11…” I said to him.  “Do socks count as one thing?”. “Nope! Your right it’s 14!! As if he had just given me 3 extra kicks what an idiot aha! “Okay we’ll start with a kick, get on your knees and spread your legs!” I said eagerly. He got into position and looked up at me, this was what it was all about. A guy voluntarily going through hell just to get somewhere with me. Genuinely the sexiest feeling ever. I raised up my leg and swung down gently, the tip of my boot collided with his balls and he doubled over groaning. “Come onnnn that was an easy one” I giggled to him. I took of my left boot (I was right footed) and waited for him to get ready again. This time I came down on him a bit harder and the top side of my boot shot into his balls. He crumpled over again and moaned as I took of my other boot off and looked down at him. He regained his composure and readied himself again, this guy was pretty good! Now my boots were off I thought it could up the pace a bit, not my hardest but a bit harder! I raised up my leg. I could see the fear in his eyes, yet, he was still rock hard! I swung hard for him but when I connected it was solid. No give! In my drunken state my co-ordination was off and I’d managed to hit his thigh. “Hey that was still a hit” he said cockily. I took of one of my thicker socks, I suppose he was right. I was ready to give this guy some real pain now. “Alright smart ass turn around this time, I’ll show you what a real hit feels like”. He turned around and got onto all fours. I could see the outline of his balls pressed against his boxers and this time his cock was well out of the way. “Come on then let’s go” he whined. I took a step back, reared up my leg and flung it quickly in between his legs. A satisfying splat came from the impact and I felt his balls move underneath my toes. He slammed his legs shut almost trapping my feet between them and fell the floor. “Fuckkkkk” he moaned as he rolled on the floor.

Okay I’ve maybe over done it I thought. I went over to him and flipped him over, his hard on had gone and he looked seriously pained. “I’m sorry, that was pretty hard.  How about I make it up to you” I apologised. I pulled down his boxers to his knees then over his feet and chucked them in the corner, then reached down for his balls. He had fairly large balls, which I definitely liked and a decent sized dick to compliment them. Not hugely long but fairly thick. He also had shaved his pubes really thin which was perfect. One, so I had a better target on his balls and two, so I didn’t get a pube in my mouth if I blew him! I softly cupped his balls in my hands. He instinctively tried to pull my hands away but I pushed him back and started tugging his cock slow and hard. He lay on his back and in no time, he was hard again and looking rather happy. At this point I thought he’d probably had enough fun for now. I put my head into his crotch and started slowly to suck him, as I did I started rolling his balls around in my hand and in between my fingers. He continued to lie back in pleasure, so I took his cock out of my mouth and started to clamp down hard on his balls. He shot up and grabbed my arm but it was to late. I squeezed a bit harder and he just lay back with his hands burying his pained face. I let him go a few seconds later and took off two more socks that I owed him. “You know, that tiny blowjob made that almost worth it” he grinned as he came around. He was started to get into the swing of things now. I wasn’t there to just hurt him (not that he knew that), I like to keep my guys interested and horny as I’m busting them. I’d given him a taste of what he could have and now he was hooked. 

“So, what’s next?” he asked eagerly. Wow that blowjob seriously changed his attitude! “Okay, sit down on the floor with your legs wide open”. He followed my instructions and I looked at his balls drooped down between his legs, sitting on the floor. I walked over to him and stood between his legs just in front of his balls. He looked up at me, looking almost like a dog eager to please me. Jesus this guy was cute. I lifted my now barefoot off the ground and placed it gently on top of his balls, wrapping my toes around them. His cock twitched as I did it, maybe he had a foot fetish? Or maybe it was just a reaction to having his balls touched, who knew! I started to shift my weight from my foot on the floor to the barefoot one on his balls. I felt his balls starting to move under my toes and I clenched my toes tight to keep a good grip. I pushed more weight down onto his balls and as I did he buckled forward and grabbed onto my leg tightly, almost trying to relieve some of the weight. I pushed harder and he fell more forward, now using the leg that was crushing his balls as support, his face fell forward onto my thigh and I could feel his heavy breathing onto my jeans. I put just a bit more weight onto them, I could almost feel his balls starting give in under the pressure, slowly flattening under the weight. I was ridiculously horny at this point, just the combination of him leaning on my thigh, his balls under my feet and all I could hear was his low moans of pain which altogether was almost too much for me to take! Then, as I put the tiniest bit of extra pressure on, those low moans switched out to a high pitches squeal. I’ve made guys make that sounds before (sorry, not sorry) and I know when a guy makes that sound that he’s at the edge of his threshold and I quickly let my foot of his balls. He let go of my leg and rolled over into a ball. I peeled of my other sock and rubbed his back gently as he came round. “Jesus Christ you really went for it that time didn’t you” he said. “Yea sorry I really got into it that time round” I explained. “So, your telling me your wet under there?”. His face reverted to that grin I’d seen earlier, and I grinned back at him. “Maybe, but you’ll never know unless you get up of the floor and stand up against that wall! It’s time for some knees.” I smirked at him. He sighed in a mocking sort of way, like getting kneed in the balls was just another job for him to do at work. “Alright, I’m taking both my jeans and thermals off now, not because you’ve earnt them. But because I want to have a better aim with my knee okay?” I said. “Yea whatever! All I see is you taking more clothes off for me so you can sleep with me quicker, you may as well just take them all off!!” he joked. “Keep dreaming…”.

I took of my jeans in a rather undignified manner as they were really tight. For my thermals however, I thoughts I’d give Matt a bit of show, he had deserved it!  I bent over facing away from him and started peeling my legging off over my bum, slowly working my way down to my ankles, no doubt giving him a super view of my behind. At this point I couldn’t  hide that I was wet anymore, he could see for himself now, no doubt fuelling his ego. This was all too clear when I felt a hard slap on my ass and then Matts hands on my hips, his dick pushed against ass over my underwear. I leant forward and felt between my own legs and found Matts balls dangling just behind my bum and grabbed hold. Before I even started squeezing he backed off and went back against the wall. “Alright alright I was only joking relax” he smirked with his hands up in the air in defence. His hard on said otherwise but I let it slide. “Yeaa whatever, you know your going to regret that with this knee right?” I stated. “Yea well, it’ll be worth it when I get to fuck you after this is all over” he said earnestly. That right there was exactly what I was looking for from him. That I was worth getting rapidly hit in the balls for. That’s how to make a woman feel wanted! If I wasn’t looking forward to all the busting I had to go I probably would have let him fuck me there and then. At this point I was basically bare on my bottom half apart from my underpants, and still pretty much fully dressed on my top half! I really should have really evened it out but oh well, I just really wanted to feel his balls under my knee! He still had about 6 hits to go, I wasn’t going letting him off on the two pairs of trousers I’d just taken off was I! “Come on then let’s get this over with!” he said, as he stood naked against the wall, looking utterly pathetic, though really cute at the same time! His body was glistening with sweat and his muscles were bulging and tensing from taking all the hits. “You know, I really hope you make it to the end” I told him. I walked over and placed my hands on his shoulders, as I did he reached down and cupped my ass with his hands and pulled me close to him. He reached around lower, underneath my bum between my legs and started stroking me. Even though I was seriously horny, and was seriously enjoying what he was doing, I had to start making him work for me harder. I mean really work for me to earn his reward. I’m sure a few knees will sort that out I though, and started to raise my leg up high.

Okay, I’m stopping there until I next get chance to write! I’ll try make sure it’s soonish but don’t worry there’s still a lot of busting to go! Hope you enjoyed reading my experience!

[Chefda]

Hot stuff! And very well-written! I hope that the next instalment isn’t far off! =D

[ketchupman]

Awesome story, very nicely written with the amount of details!

Can't wait for the follow up

[nolizards]

What a great story... you are really amazing. Can’t wait to hear more. ❤️❤️❤️

[mick w]

such a sexy story - such a lucky guy 

[Jack the Lad]

Well this was absolutely amazing to read, what a story! Thank you so much for sharing it with us and taking the time to really go into detail, this is like our version of fifty shades of grey XP I can't wait for part 2, I don't think any of us can, this was such an exhilarating story and you're an awesome writer :)

[Alno]

Wow Sophie, your story is so nice to read! I think this is the best I read for a long time! And it's funny 'cause I live not so far the French Alps. I can't wait to read the rest of your story :D thank you very much, you rock!!

[Jared]

I'm always amazed at the number of "Views" compared to the "number of likes" since it takes so little effort to click the button that says "Like".

As I'm posting, this story has gotten a like by less than 1% of the people who have read it.  I'm sure that number is off slightly because of multiple views by the same people yet it is still low.

[Foo Bar]

Awesome story!

[Smack My Nuts]

That's a really fantastic story so far, both exciting and well told.  I definitely wish I could trade places with the guy in your story.  I look forward to reading the rest.

[Franco]

This is the kind of stories I love to read. I'm just as fond of details as you seem to be so, thank you, both for sharing and for the tiny bits of details and context you offered us!

PS: It's too bad you didn't try with some French man :p, SOME of us can ACTUALLY speak english you know?! ;)