The Raft

This happened to me one hot summer, way back when...

Christine was the youngest of four kids. She had three older brothers. For her it was both a blessing and a curse. The blessing was that if anyone gave her a hard time, her brothers would come down on the poor guy and either beat him silly or at least scare the crap out of him. Needless to day, almost no one gave Christine a rough time.

The curse was that her brothers also tormented her in their own way - but that didn't last long. It was well-known around town that Christine kicked them in the balls anytime they teased or rough-housed with her. I was witness to a few of those well-placed kicks during those long hot summers. But this recollection is not about them - it's about me.

It was near the end of summer and hotter than ever, so of course everyone headed off to Crystal Lake to enjoy the water and catch some sun.

A short distance off the shore was a 10x10 foot raft that someone had hand-built and tied to the bottom of the lake many years earlier. I was rickety, but still a popular landing spot for the locals. There wasn't a lot of room on the raft so getting there first was a premium.

I could see from the shore that some girl was already out there, but I dove in the water just the same and swam for the raft.

As I climbed the ladder I quickly saw it was Christine, sprawled out on her stomach in a white bikini, browning her already dark Italian skin. I knew her and her brothers well, so I wasn't too worried about intruding on her private time, so I climbed onto the raft and shook the water out of my hair. Some of the cold droplets landed on her smouldering back, and she cringed.

"Sorry", I said. She just glanced up at me through her jet black bangs, squinting at the sun.

"It's okay," she said. "I was about to leave, anyway".

Christine stood up and (I don't know why) proceeded to stretch her body as if preparing for an athletic event (okay, now I know why). I lost all sense of reality as I admired her body and her curves, and especially the way the skin tight bikini outlined her most impressive assets.

Then I did something stupid - I pushed her - right off the edge of the raft and into the cool water. She squealed and then splashed, and then disappeared.

At first I panicked, thinking she would tell her brothers I did this and they would come after me.

But then she broke through the water again and said: "What did you do that for?"

I tried to think of something fast. Then I said "I'm King of the Raft now". King of the Raft was a common game played among the locals.

"Oh really?" she said.

Christine climbed the ladder (in slow motion, of course - have you seen Fast Times at Ridgemont High?), and was standing right in front of me, dripping wet and heaving for air. Once again, I lost all sense of reality as I admired her sun-soaked body dripping with water.

To my surprise, she lunged at me!

I grabbed her hands to hold her back. She pushed on me and I pushed back. I was so busy staring at her boobs about to pop out of her top, that I almost got shoved off the raft. So I tried to steady my feet by spreading them farther apart.

That's when I noticed that her gaze was pointing downward and not at my face. She had my hands in her firm grip and stepped in and drove a kick right between my outstretched legs and up into my balls. I was already starting to "feel" something down there before her bare foot smashed into my nuts. Her foot against my wet shorts made a solid "thwack" sound, and the air was punted out of my lungs. A white hot surge of pain raced from my battered testicles right up into my stomach and I dropped to the raft.

As I lay their cupping my balls in pain, she looked at me and smiled. She said something else, but I just can't remember what.

What I can remember to this day is that as far as unexpected/unwanted ballbusts go - this is one for memory banks.

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