It's fair to say that I've always been a sucker for girls with big boobs. I think that the first real solid evidence would be how much trouble I had paying attention in Mrs. Zimmerman’s class any time she wore that tight turtleneck sweater. And after that probably the time I provided a distraction to help Katie shoplift because she promised to let me see her boobs if I did. A promise on which she never delivered, by the way.
And my obsession with women with ample chests is also how I wound up married to Juliet despite all my friends telling me that I was an idiot and that she was gonna cheat on me. I was and she did. But before that we had a lovely little girl together. This story starts when that delightful little girl has reached age five and decided that she wanted to be a ninja princess and to that end had started taking Taekwondo lessons. Her mother and I had been divorced for a couple of years at that point.
Taekwondo wound up being a convenient handover time. I'd pick my daughter up from kindergarten, we'd have some time together and then I'd take her to her class and watch her lesson and my ex-wife would show up some time near the end of the class and take her home.
On the whole, it was initially sweet but not terribly exciting watching five year olds learn Taekwondo. I kept a close watch anyway so that if my daughter said, “Daddy, did you see me do that kick?” I could say, “Yes, I did honey, you’re doing very well.” The group leader was a very energetic and enthusiastic man in his late twenties. He was very good with the kids, engaging them, praising them when they did well, and encouraging them when they fell short. He was definitely well suited to be teaching that sort of class.
His assistant, by contrast was a grumpy teenage boy who was very short with the kids. He clearly would have preferred to be most anywhere else doing most anything else. He just sort of snarled at the kids, and they seemed afraid of him. Aside from maybe an axe murderer, I honestly had trouble imagining someone less suited to the job.
This is why I was not a bit surprised when about a month into the class there was a new assistant. What I was surprised by was the new assistant herself. She was absolutely lovely. She was about average height, had dark hair in a ponytail and olive skin. She was slender and fit but with wide hips. And as soon as I saw her I knew that she either had big magnificent breasts or she was hiding a pair of grapefruit under her gi. Okay, it was pretty obviously breasts and not grapefruit, but the point is that she had a huge and fantastic looking rack. And when she demoed some kicks and punches for the class, it was even more obviously breasts (and not grapefruit) because they were jiggling really nicely under her gi. I’ll admit that I did some staring. The kids didn’t really seem to notice because they were too young to care about such things, but I’m pretty sure every dad in that place and a couple of the moms were staring at her chest.
But also, she just did a great job with the kids. She helped when they were having trouble and was gentle with them. My daughter gave her a huge smile.
When the class was over, my ex had arrived and I hugged my daughter goodbye. And then I went back to where I had been sitting to gather up my stuff and the various little ponies and things which my daughter had been playing with when we were waiting for the class to start. The new assistant happened to walk right near where I was gathering things, so I said, “Hey, great job out there! You did way better than the previous assistant.”
“Oh, thanks,” she said, sounding pretty uncertain.
“No, really, you did a nice job out there. I could tell me daughter liked you right away. She seemed much happier to get some help from you than from the previous guy. He was very short with the kids. Is this a one-time fill-in or are you doing this for the rest of the class?”
“For the rest of the class, or at least that’s the plan right now.”
“That’s terrific. I’m Wayne, by the way.”
“I’m Allison. Nice to meet you. Which one was your kid?”
“The little blond girl in the back.”
“Okay, well, I guess I’ll see you next week.”
“Yup. See you.”
And then I gathered up my stuff and went on my way.
The next week my kid was eagerly hoping that she’d be back again, and she was indeed back. The lesson went similarly (including the jiggling, of which I am a fan). Afterwards, once I’d handed off the kid to the ex and was gathering stuff up again, she came by to talk.
“Your kid is doing really well.”
“Thanks, Allison. I’m glad. She was talking about you before the lesson. She wants to be a ninja princess, and I’m pretty sure she thinks that you already are one.”
She blushed a little. “Aw, that’s so sweet.”
But just as I was about to say something else, there was a guy whose kid had just gotten out of the bathroom who was passing by where we were talking on his way out the door, and he decided to interject. “Hey, Sweet Tits! Great job! You ought to just take your gi off and set those puppies free. From all the jiggling, it’s obvious they want to get out!”
She looked visibly angry and shot him an extremely unpleasant look.
He responded with more talk. “Hey, don’t get your panties in a bunch. You look like you just need a good dicking to relax. I can help you with that.”
Her reply was unambiguous. “Get out!” she said and pointed towards the door.
It took her a little bit to calm down. I did say, “Hey, I’m sorry about that. That guy was pretty terrible.”
And she just said, somewhat quietly. “It’s times like this where I miss my ex-boyfriend.”
“Why? Would he have beat that guy up or something?”
She chuckled a little. “I’m a sixth dan blackbelt. I could beat him up myself. But I’m not allowed to fight parents no matter how much I want to smash their balls to a pulp. But when I was angry at a guy, my boyfriend would let me kick him in the balls instead.”
“Really?” I asked, surprised that any guy would volunteer for that.
“Yeah. Usually we’d both get naked and then I’d kick his balls for a while and then angry would turn to horny and we’d wind up having fantastic sex.”
I felt like that answered my question of why a guy would let her do that. I’d never actually been kicked in the balls myself, so although I knew it was gonna hurt, I didn’t really know how bad. And the idea of getting to see her naked basically crowded out any sense of reasonable self-preservation I had, anyway. “I could do that, if you’d like,” I piped up immediately. I told you I was an idiot for busty girls, and, honestly, I thought this would likely just be taken as a little harmless flirtation. I’d say “I’d do sexy fun thing with you” and she’d say “oh, you” and we’d be on our way.
A huge smile broke out on her face. “Really? You’d do that for me?” She seemed distinctly excited.
I really hadn't been expecting things to go like that, but since she was so into it, I figured I'd go with it. “Yeah, sure. It’s no big deal.” Of course, not having really been kicked forcefully before I had no idea how big a deal it actually would be.
“Like, right now?”
“I don’t have anything else planned. Sure. Your place or mine?”
“My place is kind of a mess. Let’s do yours.”
So we went out to our cars she followed me back to my apartment. It’s only a one bedroom apartment, but the living room area is pretty large and the furniture is all along the outside. So once we got into the apartment, I said, “How’s this?”
And she replied, “Perfect. Um, is it okay if you get naked first?“
“I guess so,” I said. “I don't see any reason why not.“ In truth, I felt a little awkward getting my clothes off when she was standing there still fully dressed, even in my own apartment, but I figured it would be worth it to get to see her naked.
“Ooh,“ she said. “Your balls are much bigger than my ex-boyfriend's. They'll be an easier target.”
I'd never thought of my balls as particularly huge or anything, but perhaps they are a bit larger than average. But I was definitely pleased to hear that she liked them. “Thanks!”
She smiled and then she undid her belt and then took off the jacket of her gi. Underneath she had a white camisole which fit very closely. It was thin enough that I could just see her pink nipples peeking through. The camisole was also thin enough that it didn’t appear to offer much support and the I felt like I could really see the shape of her boobs: high and round with nipples at the front. She then slipped off her sandals and took off her pants. I got a quick glance down the front of her camisole for my first actual glimpse of her milky white cleavage. When she took her pants off, I got to see that underneath she was wearing black satin panties.
Next she took hold of the bottom of her camisole and slowly pulled it up until her breasts popped free, bobbing there for just a moment, much to my excitement. Her naked torso looked great. She had a flat stomach and a narrow waist and a cute little belly button plus, of course, those big round perky boobs.
And then she bent over and removed her panties. I liked seeing her big boobs swinging forward as she did that. Her big pink nipples formed points at the bottom of her large round breasts as she bent forward. Once the panties were off and she straightened back up I could see her black curly pubic hair trimmed into a little triangle and her cute pink pussy underneath.
When she was finished undressing and straightened back up she immediately took notice of my absolutely rigid penis. Just seeing her strong, lithe body naked and thinking about the possibility of sex with her had given me a hard on which waggled in the air in front of me. “Wow. You're pretty eager.“
“Well, you look amazing naked.“
“Thanks. So, when I used to do this with my ex he would stand with his legs spread and his hands behind his head. Can you do that?“
“Yeah, sure.“ So, I assumed the position, facing her, hands behind my head and then I spread my legs apart. And for the first time I really began to think about what I'd agreed to. There were my vulnerable testicles hanging between my legs completely unprotected and this very pretty woman with the trim but, well, pretty strong-looking legs was about to kick them probably quite hard. I swallowed and my heart began to beat even faster out of fear.
“So,“ she asked, “how hard can I kick them on a scale of 1 to 10?”
“I'm not sure,“ I said, my voice quavering a little. I don't know how hard you kick.“
“How about if we start with a three and work up?”
“Yeah, I guess that sounds okay.”
A three didn't sound like it was gonna be a problem. I mean, three out of ten, that's not that bad, right? Plus I wanted to meet her expectations.
She raised her knee and swung her foot forwards and backwards a little, lining up her kick. I began to feel pretty severely nervous, but I stood my ground. Suddenly she kicked forward sharply, and the top of her foot smashed into my dangling testicles. The pain was way more intense than I had expected. My testicles just hurt so much. There was a little surface pain in my scrotum just from the slap of her foot, but mostly it was just a deep pain right in the balls themselves from the force of the blow. I’d never felt a pain like that before. I staggered back and buckled at the waist instinctively grabbing my balls and moaning without even meaning to. God, it hurt so bad.
I heard her giggle. “Wow. You're a lightweight. That wasn't that hard.“
Finally, after a couple of minutes I was able to straighten up again. I still had sore balls, but it was no longer debilitating.
“Ready for another?“ she asked, smiling at me.
I had been so wrapped up in the pain of the first one that the idea of another one hadn't even occurred to me. I mean, intellectually I suppose I knew that there had to be more than one kick involved in all of this, but I really hadn't actually thought about the fact that another one was coming. “I guess so.“
“Want to try something harder?“
I answered that question very quickly. “No!“
She looked a little disappointed. Not wanting her to be disappointed, I added, “Well, maybe we'll do harder for the one after this.“ Busty women definitely bring out my stupid optimism. And, in this case, also clearly my disregard for my personal safety.
“Okay,” she said, “another three then. Go ahead and assume the position.”
I didn’t really want to, but damn did she look sexy. I so wanted to have sex with her and this seemed to be the way to get there. So, slowly, I straightened all the way up and put my hands behind my head. Then I spread my legs wider. As I did that, I was looking down at my feet and legs so that I would adjust things properly and not lose my balance.
When my stance was set, I started to look up to tell her that I was ready. As my eyes glanced up, I caught a very brief look at her foot, already in motion. By the time I realized what was happening, the top of her foot was firmly impacting with my testicles. A wave of agony followed very shortly after causing my stomach to cramp up and me to lean forward again and then to wind up on one knee. My nuts were still tender from the previous hit so this one hurt even more.
“Oh, God, my balls!“ I cried out as I clutched at them. I heard her giggle at my outburst.
“You know, it's actually kind of more fun busting when I get such a big reaction from you.“
I was in a lot of pain, but I was somehow able to squeak out, “Thanks.”
“Okay,” she said, sounding eager, “ready for another one?“
“Not yet,“ I said, still in a lot of pain and still down on one knee. After a minute or so, I finally managed to get back up.
“Oh, goody,“ she said. “Shall we try a level five?“
As sexy as she looked, my erection was pretty much wilted at that point. And all I was really worrying about was how much more pain I would have to endure. “That sounds a bit much.“
She stepped in closer to me so that her nipples were just touching my chest and looking up at me batted her eyes and said, “Please!”
“Well, okay.“ Yes, I'm an idiot. And the lightest touch of her nipples was more than enough to get me going. My prick was stupidly rigid once more.
And once more, I assumed the position, hands behind head, feet spread wide. She once again kicked her foot forward, but this time I was watching it and my self-preservation instincts kicked in and quite to both of our surprise, I suddenly jumped back, dodging the kick.
“Ah, someone's getting a little gun shy, huh?” She smiled. “Try not to worry so much. They're only testicles, after all.“
“That’s easier for you to say. They aren’t attached to you.”
“Are you getting cold feet?”
“No, I’m just getting sort of scared,” I guess.
“Well, here, close your eyes.”
“Are you going to kick me in the balls when I do?”
“Not this time. I want you to know you can trust me. Just close your eyes.”
“Okay.” And I did, fully expecting that she would kick me as soon as I did. But I was wrong. Nothing happened.
“Okay, now open them.” I did. “See, that was okay. Nothing scary about closing your eyes. Now, close your eyes again.”
So, once more I did, this time sure that a kick would come. And I was correct. After just a second or two pause, I suddenly felt a kick to my poor crotch which was even harder than the previous two. The top of her foot just ramming into my left ball way harder than either of the previous kicks. I fell to the floor immediately, my poor left gonad in so much agony. I know that I was whimpering and curled in the fetal position.
But I was not entirely insensible. I noticed, for example, the way she was pinching her nipple and starting to touch her clit a little when she thought that I was no longer able to notice. The pain in my balls was extreme and if you’d asked me the day before if I’d have let a pretty girl kick me in the balls over and over again, I would have said no. But there really was something special and erotic about this much smaller girl being able to completely own me by kicking my most vulnerable spot. But it wasn’t enough to actually keep my dick hard. All the testicle pain was overwhelming any arousal I’d had.
My right ball was just throbbing in pain and my gut was still all twisted up. I did finally manage to pull myself out of the fetal position and kneel for a bit and then finally get to my feet. I was still in a lot of pain, though. “You got me in just my right ball.”
“Okay. I’ll try to be more on target next time and get them both.”
“Why does this hurt so much worse?”
“Well, it’s the same amount of force, but concentrated in just one place. So it’s effectively like twice the force per square inch.”
“It definitely felt like that.”
“Okay, well, how about we just do one more?”
“Oh, thank goodness.”
“But, if I’m going to really work out my anger, this needs to be a nice hard one.”
“Oh, no. There’s no way I can handle a hard one.”
“Don’t worry. I’m sure you can.”
“I, uh, I really think that’s too much.”
“Please,” she said, “just one full force kick will be plenty.”
My nervousness was overwhelming. “No way. It would kill me.”
And then she did something completely unexpected. She gave my limp dick a look over. And then she dropped to her knees and took my cock into her mouth. I was hard again in no time. As she licked and sucked on it, I was soon absolutely throbbing hard. And then she pulled her mouth off my cock and looked up at me and batted her eyelashes, “One hard kick, please?”
And proving the old adage that the harder the cock, the dumber the man, I said, “Well, okay.”
She jumped up immediately (with some nice jiggling). “Great!”
As my cock waved in the air, the evaporation of her saliva cooling it, I knew I was an idiot.
She probably did too, but she didn’t let it worry her. “Okay, get in position!” she said, her voice full of eagerness.
Reluctantly, I spread my legs and then put my hands on my head.
“Okay, now close your eyes.”
I was very afraid of what was coming next, but I did it anyway. And for a few seconds, nothing happened. And then, just as I was starting to feel like maybe I was safe, after all, I felt her foot impact my balls with more force than I thought was possible. I staggered back just from the force of it. And then when the pain of the kick really reached me, milliseconds later, my legs turned to jelly and my stomach into a huge knot and I collapsed immediately onto the ground. My whole world was just engulfed in pain, leaving no room for anything else. My eyes were squeezed tightly shut.
All I was aware of was the worse pain that I had ever felt. I know that I stomped my feet some and wriggled around a lot trying to find some way to relieve the pain, but to no avail. It was literally the worst pain I’d ever experienced in my life, but there was nothing to be done about it except to endure it and hope it would be over soon. It felt like it would never be over. And it definitely went on and on for a good long while.
When the pain did finally recede enough for me to pay attention to something other than my testicles, I realized that she wasn’t standing near me any more. I scanned the room and soon located her. She was lying on the couch with her knees up in the air, using her right hand to frig herself silly. Just as I caught sight of her, she was engulfed by an orgasm, suddenly bucking and gasping in pleasure. She looked amazing, her muscles were flexing and her large boobs sat atop her chest jiggling as her body shook. Despite how much pain my balls were still in, I was soon rock hard, just watching her. I didn’t want to interrupt her orgasm, though, so I just watched as it went on for about a minute.
When she finally came down from it. She looked over at me.
“Wow,” I said.
“Yeah.”
“So, um, are we gonna, you know, now?”
“No, that was my last orgasm. It was all I could take. I’m not really up for sex now. Sorry. You’ve been down there for a half an hour. I couldn’t wait that long. But, you know, if you want to take care of yourself, too, that’s okay.”
“I can’t really do it with someone else around. It feels weird to me.”
“Oh. Should I go?”
“No, it’s okay.” Even though I would’ve loved an opportunity to stroke my cock in private, the last thing I wanted was this lovely, naked girl to leave. And she didn’t. She hung around and talked for about an hour, and we stayed naked the whole time which was very nice. We talked about our situations and life and everything. She was a college student at a local university, but wasn’t being all that happy there. I made some tea and we just chatted. And since she was still naked the whole time and it had been a long time for me, I stayed hard the whole time.
Before she got dressed, she gave me a hug. It felt amazing to feel her naked breasts against my chest and my hard cock against her stomach. I wanted to hold her there forever. But after a couple of seconds, I let go. And she dressed and left. Once she was gone, I went and rubbed one out immediately having a really satisfying orgasm.
The next week, at class, she was doing her normal thing, helping kids out, but I kept imagining seeing her naked again and maybe fucking her. I wound up staying sitting for a bit afterwards because I had a hard-on. Afterwards the asshole dad lingered again and said, “Hey Sweet Tits, I could use some coaching, do you think you could help me?”
She said, “Fuck off.”
And he said, “Oh, you know I will!”
After he left, she came over to me and smiled. “You know what I want right now. Are you still game?”
And if I had any sense I would have just said “no”, but the thought of her being naked in my apartment for a good long while and me having another chance at fucking her completely overwhelmed any concern I had for my balls. This time, I actually knew exactly how much it was going to hurt. And the thought of it made me cringe a little. But my dick was in charge, not my brain, or even my balls, and it wanted another chance to get inside her. So, of course, I said yes.
And this time things went very much the same. I took a couple of hits around three or four in strength and then one five. And then she wanted a hard one and I had to be coaxed a little, and when the kick came, I wound up on the floor for half an hour while she masturbated. And then she hung around naked while I looked on longingly and we chatted. And after she left, I shot my load.
And that was basically how it went for the rest of the semester. Whether or not the asshole dad said something, she was always in the mood to bust my balls and I always let her. I eventually got a little better at taking the lighter hits, so they became slightly harder to compensate. By the end, it was usually a couple of fives and then a six. And sometimes we would do an extra light hit or two before the big hit at the end. But my balls were always so tender by the time the big hit came that I never got any better at taking it. I was always hopeful, but I would always wind up on the ground holding my injured nuts and missing my chance to get inside her as she jilled herself off instead.
After about a month of us doing the same thing every week, she started letting me play with her tits afterward as a reward, which was fantastic. I’ve never really gotten to regularly fondle such big tits and that just gave me more incentive to try to ignore how badly it was all going to hurt when I was making my decision each week about whether or not to do all this again. Soon, it didn’t even feel like a decision. It was just something she expected me to be okay with, and I didn’t argue.
In December, after this had been going on for several months, there was a day where, after we got back to my place, she warned me that this was going to be my last chance. When I asked her what she meant, she explained that she was transfering to a different university and that once she went home for break, she wasn’t coming back here. I was disappointed, to say the least, but also determined to finally endure her assault and take advantage of my last chance to fuck her.
The lighter kicks went pretty well. She hit me with a five and I stayed standing. The second five made my legs weak for a moment, but I stayed up. “You’re doing well,” she said, “You just might make it.” The next kick was a level seven and with the tenderness from the first two, I didn’t manage to stay up. It was a strong blow right across both balls and the pain was so strong that I thought I was gonna throw up. My legs turned to jelly and I was down on the floor in the fetal position soon.
As I looked up at her lovely naked body, firm and soft in all the right places, I managed to stay hard, though, just being full of determination that I was really gonna fuck her this time. And I was able to pull myself back to my feet much quicker than usual. When I got back up, she gave me a hug and her naked body felt amazing against mine. She whispered into my ear, “you got this.” My cock was just throbbing in anticipation.
“Okay,” she said, “last kick.”
I stood there, hands behind my head, legs spread apart, hard cock bobbing in front of me, balls dangling between my legs, feeling completely ready for what was to come. As it turns out, feeling ready and being ready aren’t the same thing. And when her foot rocketed forward, smashing into my already sore and extremely vulnerable testicles, I was completely overwhelmed by the pain and collapsed immediately to the floor. And I stayed there, insensible in my pain as my testicles ached and throbbed and I just thrashed and moaned. And my erection was long gone.
And when I finally reached a point where the pain was no longer debilitating, I looked over to my couch and there she was, just finishing up once again, her body shaking in the throes of an orgasm. When she was finished, she looked over at me and saw me sitting up, watching, and she beckoned me over. My cock was already hard just from watching her and I thought she might be inviting me to enter her. But no, she was finished already with her orgasms. Instead she had me sit on the couch and then she knelt on the floor in front of me. And then she took my hard cock and wrapped it in her big soft breasts and began to move them up and down, jerking my cock off.
I had never had a girl give me a tit job like that before and soon my cock was twitching. Then, when the head of my cock poked out of the top of her cleavage, she leaned her head forward and reached out with her tongue and gave it a little lick. She did this the next several times my cock poked out and after about the fifth one, I shot my load, cumming all over her cleavage and her face.
While I lay there enjoying the post-orgasmic bliss, she went and cleaned herself off in the bathroom. We stayed naked and talked for a while. And after about a half hour, I was hard again just from looking at her and being with her. And when she was finally ready to put her clothes back on, she gave me one last naked hug. And then she said, “And one more to remember me by,” and she grabbed me by my hips and kneed me hard in the balls. My mouth gaped open but I made no sound as I collapsed to the ground holding my poor balls. They were in so much pain. But I was able to watch her as she got dressed and went to the front door of my apartment. She smiled at me one last time and waved bye to me as I lay there on the floor cradling my injured nuts. And then she was gone.
There was a new assistant in my daughter’s class the next week, a kindly man in his sixties. And after that last day of kicking, I never did see Allison again and, as such, I never got to actually fuck her. But still, it was one of the most erotic times of my life, although very painful, and I look back on it fondly. I still hope that maybe I’ll run into her some day and my balls will be up to the task, but at this point, it seems pretty unlikely.
