Note: Someone asked me if I would write them a short ballbusting story using a name they provided. I don't promise to do this for other people, but I hadn't finished anything in a while, so I said I would. I asked him for the name and a brief description of the girl. He gave me a name, but didn't give me a brief description. But the name is the same name as a girl I knew back before I was married who I thought was really cute, so I used her appearance instead. He had also asked for some tying up, so that's why that's included. Anywhere, here's a short ballbusting vignette with the name Charlotte. I hope you enjoy it.
I'd been infatuated with Charlotte since I'd first seen her. He long legs looked lovely in the short jeans shorts and the white tank top had framed her pert little titties so well and been just short enough that I could see just a little tantalizing half inch of bare skin. But aside from enjoyable glances I'd never really gotten an opportunity to interact with her until our senior year when we wound up in gym class together.
The incident really started the week before when we were playing volleyball. I could spike the ball pretty hard and fast and I accidentally hit her right in the chest. It apparently struck her right in her tit because she yelped and covered her breast with her hand. And then she started to massage it, probably trying to lessen the pain. But watching her doing that, as I stammered that I was sorry, I also definitely got an erection watching her massage it. I felt embarrassed because I was pretty sure that people would see it, so I tried to tuck it subtly into my waistband and kept playing. I'm sure she saw it though, based on what happened the next week when we had a free day outside.
It was warm and sunny and after I did a few laps around the track, as required, I wound up lying in the grass next to the bleachers chatting with a friend. Without meaning to, I dozed off. When I woke up my friends were gone and Charlotte was standing between my legs while three friends of hers stood nearby. I think that they were there to form a little wall so that the coaches couldn't see what was happening. I realized that my legs were splayed open and when I tried to close them, I discovered that while I slept, someone had used a couple of jump-ropes to tie my ankles to posts under the bleacher benches so that I couldn't close them. Looking up at Charlotte I could see that although she looked as pretty as ever in her tight gym shorts and very tight t-shirt, she had an angry smirk on her face, and I realized that she had planned this whole thing, but I didn't know what she was going to do.
"This is what you get, you perv!" she said and then she kicked her foot forward, hard and fast, right into my exposed testicles. I gasped in pain and instinctively tried to close my legs, but the ropes prevented much movement at all, so I just thrashed a little. The agony was radiating up through my gut. And just as I realized that I needed to protect myself with my hands, she kicked again before I could get them there. This kick was even harder. My balls were blazing orbs of agony and my gut clenched and I could even see stars for a moment just from the raw force. The pain paralyzed me and that gave her an opening to kick once more just as hard, devastating my poor tender balls. I jerked in response to that one and managed to move to a position on my side where she couldn't get me and to cover my balls with my hands. I lay there in pain until the end of the gym class when a friend of mine untied me and helped me limp onward to my next class.
