An Education

[This is a retelling of a very exciting and genuinely unexpected ball busting experience. I've embellished a bit and fleshed out some conversations as I can't remember all the details. I hope you enjoy.]

Only about three weeks had passed since I had let my neighbor Alyssa test out her self defense techniques on my most sensitive spot, and after filling my wife in and hearing her excitement at the thought of future experiments, no one had mentioned it at all. It was a Friday night, and my wife had a light workload from her class that week, so she and I were planning to just stay in, have a few drinks, and watch a movie. I was on my first beer and we had just settle in to watch something, when there was a tapping on our back window. My wife went to the sliding doors and welcomed Alyssa in. She looked incredible in a pair of running shorts and a yellow camisole. Her feet were bare except for cheap flipflops. It had been a hot day, but the night had cooled some, and it was obvious she was not wearing a bra. I tried my best not to notice. I was wearing boxers myself, and it would have been very obvious if I'd gotten even a little excited.

As she came in, she flashed a smile at me that I hadn't seen since she was watching me curled up on her kitchen floor. I said hi, and my wife explained that Alyssa's husband, Mike was away on business for the weekend, so she'd invited Alyssa to hang with us if she wanted. I said of course she was welcome, and soon the three of us were on the couch, drinks in hand. Instead of the movie we were planning to watch, we decided to watch a cheap horror movie and make a drinking game by drinking whenever someone said something dumb. Half an hour in we were all pretty tipsy, and my wife got up to open another bottle of wine.

While she went into the kitchen she looked back at us and said, "so, I hear you got a chance to practice some self defense on my husband." Alyssa shot me a look that was either surprised or annoyed.

"Yeah, a little bit," she answered. "I mentioned that Mike never let me practice and he offered. ...sorry if I hurt him." The fact that she was apologizing to my wife and not me about the possibility that she could have damaged my testicles was itself a bit humiliating, but it only got worse from there.

"Oh, I don't mind at all," my wife said. "It's really important that we get practice. You never know when you'll need to use it."

"Yeah," Alyssa said, a bit less awkwardly. "I had never really done it before."

"Did you land any good hits?"

"Not really." Not really? Given that she only hit me a couple times, I was down for quite a while.

"That's too bad. It can be trickier than it looks in movies." My wife came back into the room with two generous glasses of wine and handed one to Alyssa. "I could show you a few things that seem to work."

"Really?" Alyssa smiled a bit too eagerly. "That would be great."

Well, if there had been any pretense that the night would be spent watching movies it ended then and there. "Get up." My wife said to me, "we need to teach Alyssa some new moves."

"What about the movie?" Despite my racing heart I did not want to seem too eager.

My wife told me we could rewind if we missed anything, but that self defense is important. I got to my feet and stood before the two beautiful women. "Spread 'em," my wife said as she tapped my inner thighs. I spread my feet a bit more than shoulder width apart. "Go easy on me, alright?" I asked, but my wife only laughed and said, "aw, you know you can take it. It's for a good cause." She then turned her attention to Alyssa. "Okay, show me what you can do."

Alyssa stared at my crotch uncomfortably, then looked back to my wife. "How should I do it?"

"Just do whatever feels right."

Alyssa took an awkward step forward, then brought her foot up into my groin. she caught both of my testicles, but she hadn't swung with much energy, and so I ended up grunting and hunching forward a bit, but not much else. Still, both girls laughed and I felt a wave of humiliation wash over me.

"You can do better than that," my wife said teasingly.

"I don't want to break anything."

"Don't worry about it, he's got an extra." This was a favorite joke of my wife's and it made them both laugh, but Alyssa again stared at my crotch, this time with a more determined look. She swung her leg back and sent a solid kick right at my nuts. Her foot glanced off my inner thigh, which absorbed some of the power, but it still slid up into my grapes with enough strength that I yelped and crouched near the ground to recover. The girls laughed again and Alyssa looked proud.

"That was better," my wife said, causing Alyssa to smile even bigger, "but do you mind if I show you a few things?"

"I'd love it," Alyssa answered.

With that, my wife pulled me back up to me feet and with a "stop being a baby," she made me spread my legs apart. "Now, when you really want to land a good hit, you can't aim for his balls. You've gotta pretend your aiming for something about two feet higher!" With that she brought her own barefoot up into my testicles, throwing her full force behind it just as she said. My balls exploded with pain as her foot smashed them into my own pelvis, and I dropped to the ground, curled up and grunting softly. My wife usually built up to a kick like that. She was clearly showing off for company. Alyssa actually clapped.

"That was amazing! I want to try it." They gave me only a minute or two to recover and then my wife pulled me up to my feet again, and though I was aching I was okay to stand. "Are you sure he can take another hit like that so soon?" I was glad at least one of them was actually worried about my body, but my wife answered before I could.

"He's fine. Now make sure they're hanging nice and low, you wanna have a good target." She felt through my boxers and positioned my balls. She was not gentle. She then told Alyssa to check them, and though she hesitated briefly and looked at my wife as if double checking for permission, she reached out and grabbed my nuts. She was much gentler than my wife, but even through my boxers her fingers were cold. As she gently massaged my aching nuts, I began to get a bit excited, and soon it was obvious. Alyssa stifled a laugh and said "oops" as she glanced again at my wife. My wife shot me a stare like I was in trouble - what did she think would happen when she asked another woman to fondle my balls?

"I think he's enjoying a closer look at your tits." What?! Alyssa did have a nice chest - she was probably about a D cup, but my wife was very sensitive about her little breasts (small b at best, though I've always found them sexy), so she was more obsessed with other women's chests than I was. "He's not used to having real tits around, are you?" My wife pulled her shirt tight, highlighting her much smaller breasts. Alyssa actually seemed to puff her chest out a bit, apparently enjoying the idea that she had the superior rack. I knew I would pay for this later.

"I really wasn't-" I started to protest, but I was cut off.

"That's okay," my wife continued, "just more motivation to smash those little grapes." Alyssa seemed to take that as an order. She stepped back and let her foot fly, much harder this time, but again she caught my thigh and spared me a major hit. I cringed a bit, but nothing more. Looking back, I should have faked a better response.

"See? it's easier than you'd think to miss those little nuggets."

"Seriously?" Alyssa almost seemed annoyed at me for not being more injured.

"They probably pulled up close when he started getting excited." My wife really did know her trade. "Maybe you should start with a few knees. Those are a bit easier to control." Start with? I was hoping we were just about finished. Alyssa agreed, and my wife again took position in front of me, but with her head turned toward Alyssa as if she were teaching a class. "Remember to aim higher than his nuts, and try to smash them with your knee, and not your thigh." She brought her knee up just as she'd said, though she seemed to be pulling her punches this time It still sent a jolt of pain through my balls and deep into my stomach. I didn't fall down, but I sunk into a squat and cradled my sore nuts. My wife pulled my back up, and Alyssa took the position. She put her hands on my shoulders. Despite what she was getting ready to do, the touch of her cool hands through my shirt gave me a chill, and without really thinking, I glanced down at her chest. Her nipples were very clear through the thin material of her shirt, and I think she was still puffing her chest out a bit, because she looked especially large.

"Hey," she said teasingly, "eyes up here." Oh man was I gonna be in troub- my thoughts were scattered as her knee came up and slammed me hard in the nuts. It was a good enough hit to feel it all through my abdomen, but I didn't go down, yet another mistake. "Oh, come on!"

"It's alright," my wife reassured her. "One knee isn't always enough. If I really want to get the job done, I throw a few in a row."

"How many?"

"Why don't you try four or five?" My wife helpfully suggested. A part of my wanted to cry, but another part felt even more excited.

Alyssa stepped up and looked my straight in the eyes, a small smile on her face. She again put her hands on my shoulders and I almost glanced at her rack but I caught myself. She brought her knee up hard, then again, and again. The fourth hit was too much and I lurched forward banging my head into her chest which got more laughs from Alyssa. "You really do like my tits, huh?" I groaned and stayed hunched forward for a few seconds. I started to stand back up, and she brought a fifth knee right up into my groin, and that time I dropped hard. Both of the girls started laughing as I lay down, clutching my jewels.

"See," my wife said, "much better! Now you're ready to try those kicks again." They again gave me about a minute of rest and then tried to get me up. I still felt sick in my stomach, and I think it showed.

"Are you sure I didn't break something down there?" Alyssa seemed almost excited by the thought. "I did get him pretty good."

"They can take an awful lot of punishment, but let's be sure." My wife reached her hand down my boxers and grabbed my nuts again, giving each a firm squeeze. "One ... two Nope, they're still there."

Again Alyssa laughed. "Well, let's get back to work then!" She stood in front of me and stepped a few feet back, eyeing up her target. I snuck another look at her chest. Her nipples were hard. Alyssa was too distracted to see me staring, but my wife was not.

"Like what you see?" Damn. Alyssa thought she was talking to her and answered.

"I just want to make sure I don't miss again."

"Let's give you a better view."

What did that mean? She stepped forward and grabbed the bottom of my tshirt. She lifted it up and I let her take it off of me. I'm not super cut, but I'm not the swim-with-a-shirt-on type either. Next, she reached for my boxers, but I put my hands in front of myself defensively. My wife knows that I'm sensitive about other people seeing me naked, but it seemed she was on the war path. She gave me a look that said I did not want to mess with her, and it worked. My wife put my hands at my sides. Then, she smiled and slid my boxers down, helping me step out of them. My whole body was now exposed for them both to see. Alyssa muffled a laugh, which made my wife smile. "What do you think?" she asked. Alyssa wore a huge smile. She glanced up at my face and shook her head.

"I don't wan to embarrass him."

"It's okay," my wife added helpfully, "He knows he's small." Alyssa laughed at that. I don't consider myself terribly small, though my wife likes to tease. "Go ahead, you can say it."

Alyssa stifled another laugh. Things were getting really embarrassing at this point, and though I couldn't admit it, I was eager to get back to the ballbusting.

Fortunately, Alyssa was happy to oblige. She looked at my package again. My wife spoke, "doesn't the way they dangle down like that just make you want to kick them?" Alyssa laughed a bit at that, but her look was one of excitement. "Oh, definitely." My wife moved over and kicked at my feet until I spread my legs a bit more. Alyssa kicked off her sandal and brought her barefoot up to my nuts. She tapped them gently a few times. "How does that feel?" she asked.

"It's -" just as I started to answer, she brought her foot up hard into my plums. She hit them both, though my left testicle took the brunt of it as it was squeezed against my pubic bone. I felt an intense burst of pain and for a moment saw stars as I hunched forward and clutched at my poor nuts. The girls both burst out laughing. My wife put her hands between her legs and mocked me with a fake groan.

I could still feel the pain radiating out from my balls and into my gut when my wife approached and started pulling me to my feet. At first I shook my head, I really could have use more recovery time, but she just said, "Oh, come on, you're going to have to take a lot more than that," while she kept pulling me up. I stood up straight again, but the instant I did her knee smashed into my grapes and I dropped hard. My balls were on fire and I thought I was going to puke. I laid, hunched over on the ground, holding my swollen balls, and I heard Alyssa laughing.

"I think we broke him," Alyssa laughed. But my wife wasn't through showing off. She crouched down next to me and pushed my hands away. I've been trained enough at this point that despite the pain in my crotch I let her. Then she grabbed my nuts and started to squeeze. I started to groan and tap on her hand, begging her for relief, but she didn't let up. I looked to Alyssa, silently pleading for mercy. She had none. "I think he's staring at my boobs again," she laughed.

Her words had the intended effect. My wife squeezed. HARD. I think they said more, but at that point I was aware only of the intense pressure and pain in my testicles. I writhed and begged. At last she let go and lay their panting and saying "thank you" over and over.

...

Eventually the pain faded enough that I could get up, though I would not be walking right for the next 24 hours. The girls were sipping wine again like nothing happened. When I fumbled into my boxers and hobbled up to them they both smiled.

"That was really fun," Alyssa said.

"Yeah, you're a pro now," my wife assured her.

"I wish I could do it as well as you," Alyssa sounded jealous.

"You know how now. All it takes is practice."

"Mike isn't nearly as generous as your husband," Alyssa said. "I've hit him in the nuts a few times, but I had to pretend it was an accident, because he gets upset."

My wife laughed at that. "Well maybe I can help you convince him.

"Oh, I like that idea!"

"In the meantime, I'm sure we'll find more chances for you to practice on Terry. He's always happy to help women learn to protect themselves. Right?" The last question was aimed at me, and I grunted agreement, my nuts still aching terribly from the night's festivities.

"You don't mind?" Alyssa asked. Why do women always ask my wife's permission to smash my nuts and never ask me?

"I don't mind at all," she said. "We're always happy to help a friend."

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