Aquarium Story Part 1

Quick warning before the story starts. Later parts of this story will eventually involve the narrator having his cock and balls intentionally bitten and stung by fish. If that bothers you, you should probably skip this story, or you can read this part which doesn't include that and just pretend that I don't ever finish writing or post parts 2 or 3.

When I was in college, I was studying Marine Biology. I was thrilled when I managed to land an internship at a large aquarium, which shall remain nameless to protect my anonymity (well, and also to protect their reputation). I was one of four unpaid interns who were working there during the fall semester. One of the other interns was this absolutely lovely hispanic girl named Maria.

Maria was about 5'2 and was just very, very shapely. She was very small in the waist and nicely wide in the hips creating a lovely hour-glass shape to her figure. Plus she had a very pretty face with dark brown eyes. And, on top of that, she had these huge, amazing boobs. They were round and perky, and I knew this because she would show them off by wearing low-cut tops. I was a huge fan of those low-cut tops. Honestly, I had trouble keeping my eyes off of her cleavage, but I didn't mind the distraction and as I got to know her, it seemed like maybe she didn't mind all my looking either.

Initially, they had the four of us interns working together. Me and Maria and also another guy and another girl. At the start of the internship, all four of us were hanging out together doing normal intern stuff during the day shift like answering visitor questions and cleaning up spills and we were all scuba trained, so we even got to go into the tanks and feed the fish some. The staff was friendly and showed us all around and introduced us to the different normal jobs and duties of aquarium staff and interns. But we also had a lot of free time for the four of us to just hang out and pal around some.

It became very obvious after a little while that Maria was somewhat into roughhousing and being a little more physical than most girls. If I'd tell an off-color joke or make a bad pun, she'd punch me in the arm. She'd often give little pushes and shoves. And she'd even twist my or the other guy's nipples if the moment seemed right to her for a "titty-twister". At first, I thought it was just playful, but she did it so persistently and seemed, often, a little flirtier afterwards, I eventually started to wonder if maybe she got off on it some. She seemed, after a while to focus her roughhousing more on me, specifically. Maybe it was because she liked me or maybe because I seemed more receptive. The other guy seemed to bristle some when she did things to him.

After about a month, she and I got switched to different duty. The other two were doing daytime tours for groups and helping out with birthday parties and other things like that. But we got moved to the nightshift.

The nightshift was when they preferred to do a lot of the aquarium cleaning. They had so many visitors during the day that they didn't want to obscure the fish with divers cleaning the tanks. So, we were tasked with doing that on the overnight shift. They had had one full time staffer doing all the cleaning, but due to budget cutbacks, they had eliminated that position and were shifting us two interns to do it instead. They also had also eliminated their nighttime security guard position for the same reason, so they tasked us with keeping an eye on the place as well. We were given a number to call to summon security guards in case of an emergency, but generally aquariums aren't big targets for theft. There was supposed to be a rotating position where a different full-time staffer would stop in during the evenings to check on us, but after the first week, we never saw anyone again. So, in practice, we had the run of the aquarium.

Generally, what would happen on a normal day is that we would come in, walk around the aquarium once to look at the tanks and take inventory of what needed cleaning. When we did the cleaning, we had two choices of things to wear. We had normal swimsuits and we had full body wetsuits with full scuba gear. Some of the tanks were cold water or had things which could bite or sting you, so for those, we would wear the scuba suits for protection from the cold or the biting and stinging. For the other tanks, we would just wear regular swimsuits. So normally, we would do our walk around and then put on swimsuits, then clean the warm water and non-dangerous tanks, and then after that, we'd put on the wetsuits and clean the remaining tanks.

I especially appreciated the wetsuits when we were cleaning the new jellyfish tank. They had a big new exhibit of jellyfish with, at the center, a big tank just full of jellies. It reminded me of the scene with all the jellyfish in Finding Nemo and we were having to swim through it.

When we were wearing the regular bathing suits, I got to spend a lot of time ogling Maria. I got to look at her smooth legs and round butt. And the bikini she most often wore was a red-and-white-striped string-bikini with a halter top that tied behind the neck. It showed her cleavage amazingly well, just supporting it while still letting it jiggle some when she walked. Her other bikini was green with an underwire top which was probably a size or so smaller than it should've been because it also showed off a great deal of cleavage, even if it held her breasts in place a little better. Even better than watching her jiggle around in a bikini was watching her squeeze her tits into the zip-up wet suit. The one she had was shaped for a woman, so it had a little extra space in the chest, but it wasn't prepared for a woman of Maria's level of endowment. So she really had to squeeze them in, which was great to watch. And almost as good was seeing her pop them back out when she unzipped it when we were done. So, I spent a great deal of time staring at her boobs whenever I thought she wouldn't catch me.

But she did tend to catch me a lot and during the first week of the night shift, she decided that the right thing to do when she caught me looking was to slap or punch me in the nuts. Pretty much any time she caught me looking, she'd go right for my balls. I dodged some, but most of the time I let her hit me, because truthfully, this was a turn on. I'd spent a lot of time reading ball busting stories and looking at websites, but this was the first time that a girl was really giving it to me in the balls. At first, I was really nervous, because I knew it was going to hurt. But once she got a few good shots, I found that really doing it was just as exciting as I'd imagined, and I often wound up with erections a few minutes later. It definitely hurt and I usually doubled over in pain when she got me, but it was such an arousing pain, that I didn't really mind. I just usually needed a couple of minutes afterwards to recover. And when the pain in my balls had receded back to just an ache and I could go on, I usually had a hard-on. She didn't say anything about my erections at the time, so I assumed that she wasn't looking at my crotch, but thinking back at it, I'm sure she noticed and figured out that I was into ball busting.

After a little bit, I started to egg her on some by sometimes making comments about her tits which would immediately result in her going for the balls, so I totally felt encouraged by that. I wasn't really, sure, though, at that time, whether ball busting was something she was into sexually as well, or if it was just something she thought was funny, but it was clear that she liked popping me in the nuts.

So, usually, by the end of the shift, I had really sore nuts. And when I got home afterwards, I'd jerk off just remembering how nice her cleavage was and all the times she had gotten me in the balls. Usually when I woke up in the afternoon, I'd have a hard-on again and jerk off again. But by the time I would go back to work, I was usually horny again and ready to ogle her cleavage some more and to get punched in the balls more. It was a pretty horny time in my life anyway and having a pretty girl with big jiggly boobies to look at and getting ballbusting for real for the first time meant that I was pretty much continually horny.

Maria and I often finished our work before our scheduled shift was completely done, and we had to stay anyway to make sure that someone was watching the place since there was no security guard. Usually we'd pass the time by getting on one of the computers in the office and surfing the web together. And one time she was controlling the computer and being a Balitmore Ravens fan (boo!) she was browsing Ravens merchandise. And she ran across a men's thong swimsuit with a Baltimore Ravens logo on it.

"Wow," I said, "that doesn't really feel like normal NFL merchandise. Their stuff is usually much butcher than that. That, what's it called? 'Men's posing thong swimsuit' doesn't seem like it fits in with the normal macho image."

"Well," she replied, "it's probably something that macho bros use to settle bets."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, like for instance, we could bet on next week's Steelers-Ravens game and if you lost the bet, you'd have to wear that Raven's thong when we clean the tank for the rest of the semester."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?"

"Maybe," she said with a smirk. "And if the Steelers somehow managed to win, maybe you'd bet that I'd have to wear a Steelers' thong bikini."

"I see what you mean."

"So, shall we make it a bet for real?"

"Well, you already wear bikinis most of the time when cleaning anyway. So it doesn't seem like an equal bet. Plus, I'm not sure they sell a Steelers thong bikini."

We checked that fact on the internet, and it turns out that they didn't, so hers wouldn't be a thong if she did lose the bet.

"Okay, hmm," I said, "how about if you lost, you wouldn't just have to wear it in the tank, but all night even for the walk-around and everything, but I'd just have to wear mine in the tank? That sounds more equal to me."

"Okay, it's a bet!" We shook on it and then she added. "Of course the way things are going, if you 'win' it'll probably just mean that I wind up punching you in the nuts even more."

Fortunately for me, the Steelers won. I figured that it would mean that she would have to order the bikini, but she insisted that she couldn't order a Steeler's bikini. So, since she was making me order it, I went ahead and got one with only a medium top so that it wouldn't cover her tits that well. And my ploy worked great. I told her that they were out of the larger tops when I ordered, which was a lie, but she believed me.

And the top wound up covering her nipples, but not being able to both do that and stretch all the way over them, so there was a lot of sideboob and underboob showing, too, which was great. I got to see her wearing that bikini a lot. And especially, I got to see a lot more of her walking around in it, with her tits jiggling as she walked, which I found incredibly hot. They never escaped it, but there was more than one occasion when I thought I was going to get to see her nipples. I definitely wound up doing extra staring, and one result of this was extra getting punched in the balls. I wound up often staying hard with sore balls for most of the night.

So, overall, it was very successful in a certain sense. My balls kind of hated me, but the whole thing was so sexy that after most nights, I would go home and jerk off twice in a row just from my memories from that day of this busty, bikini-clad beauty punching me in the balls when she caught me staring.

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