Anne's Ball Busting Pleasure
Date: 03.02.2008
Keywords: Busting, Pleasure, Anne's, Ball,
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Many would say I was doubly cursed, while few others would say blessed when it comes to what turns me on sexually. Since I can remember I have always been attracted to women with sexy legs and feet, as well as having my balls roughly fondled to the point of seeing stars. I really only had one girl friend who gave me pleasure in this way. Unfortunately I did not find her until my senior year in High School. Our relationship did not last long. Not because of the sex we had, which was great, but because I headed to college and she left for Germany with her family.
It was not until my freshman year in College when I ran across a true ball buster extraordinaire named Anne, who quickly made me realize what an amateur ball buster my High School girlfriend was. To this day I break out into a cold sweat just thinking about Anne. What follows is my story about Anne and how she sexually crushed my balls while taking me to a level of sexual bliss I have yet to experience again.
After High School I left for a small college in Texas on a baseball scholarship. After our second out of conference preseason game against TCU, I was invited by several of the senior members of the team to attend a after the game party at one of the frat members house. On the way to the party it was explained to me by Carl, our junior second baseman, how we needed to get the partying in now before the season officially started. Once the season starts the coach would hit us hard with a curfew.
Upon entering the party house we were greeted immediately by two blonde Texas beauties. I recognized one of them as Tom's girlfriend Julie. They had been High School sweethearts. The other one, Julies' friend, I could not help but notice. I recognized her from our practices and games. She usually sat with Julie in the seats directly behind home plate. Her body was amazing.
Upon seeing my initial reaction to Anne, Tom smiled and made the introductions. "Eric meet Anne, Anne meet Eric."
I smiled and said hi and Anne did the same.
After a moment of uncomfortable silence which seemed to last forever, Tom leaned in next to my ear. "Hey sport, don't make it look to obvious. Reel your tongue back in and get her a drink."
I stammered, "yah…yah, okay…right, a drink."
I moved in towards Anne and asked her what she was drinking.
She said, "Waters fine."
I proceeded towards the kitchen hoping the keg would be somewhere in the vicinity, and mentally kicking myself for acting like a teenager on a first date. I definitely needed a cold one.
Anne reached out and grabbed my arm saying, "I'm coming with. I think Tom and Julie want to be alone tonight."
Once in the kitchen Julie reached in to the fridge and pulled out an avian water.
I asked, "You wouldn't happen to know where the keg is?" She replied, "Out back on the porch."
We made our way out to the porch and I filled my cup. The beer felt good going down. I relaxed and for the first time that night I took a moment to take all of Anne in from head to toe. She looked gorgeous. She stood approximately 5'2'' tall and slender build. She had on a tight fitting thin red dress that clung snuggly to her, accentuating all her curves in all the right places. The hem of the dress came to about half thigh level. Her legs were long, shapely and smooth. Her calves were perfect for her size, solid and slender tapering to classically shaped ankles. Each ankle bore a shiny silver anklet from which dangled tiny charms. She wore red leather slip on shoes which were open toed. Her lightly bronzed skin seemed to glow under the porch light. I was riveted by her legs and the subtle muscle tone they revealed with each of her movements. I was awaken from my trance by Anne's giggle and looked up into her smiling face. I must have blushed slightly as I was obviously caught staring.
She cleared her throat purposefully, smiled and said, "You looked good out there today pitching."
I filled my cup and said, "Thanks, you look really, really good tonight. I can't take my eyes off you."
Anne laughed and glanced down at her legs saying with a hint of seduction, "I noticed."
It was then I realized that she must know what attracted me the most about her physically. I began to feel my cock harden in my shorts.
We made our way back into the party and got to know each other a little better. Mostly small talk about where we were from, family, and interests.
Throughout the night I kept sneaking leers at Anne's great body, specifically her legs and her feet. Each of my stares became longer as I gained courage with each passing beer. Little did I know at the time, Anne was aware of my stares and was adding to my state of excitement by slipping her foot in and out of her shoe and crossing her legs in such a manner to accentuate her calf muscles.
Towards the end of the night the party began to dwindle as the guests made their way out or passed out. I had quite a few beers and was feeling a bit groggy myself. I knew I was not completely drunk, judging by my trips to the restroom I could tell I had at least 90 percent of my faculties working. But still I was feeling pretty good.
Anne and I had been sitting on the couch and she was really working her leg and performing a classic shoe dangle off her toes. Throughout the night I was at a state of perpetual hardness. Now sitting on the couch with her and watching her crossed leg swing slowly up and down as she played with her shoe I could feel my hard on begin to ache. I squirmed uncomfortably and tugged on the shorts between my shaft and my inner thigh.
I looked up to find Anne smiling at me. She new my predicament and sensed my state of frustration by now and smiled at me saying, "You're either a leg and or footman."
Even in my inebriated state I could not help but be taken aback by her out right bold statement.
I was speechless as I felt the awkward silence grip my throat like a frozen vice. I sunk back into the couch and gulped down the remainder of my beer.
She smiled, enjoying the moment as she watched me sink ever deeper into the fabric of the couch.
She slid in close to me her gentle hip touching mine and I watched as her shoe fell off her toes onto the floor. With her right leg crossed over her left she began to run her right instep slowly up and down my lower leg. "C'mon I know you like what you see you couldn't take your eyes off them since the moment we met. Besides that rod swelling in your shorts gave you away hours ago."
Then she stood up, put on her shoe and faced me. I'm bored. Lets you and I get out of here. Walk me home, I only live a few blocks away. She reached down and I grabbed her hand still in a state of semi-shock at how forward this vixen had suddenly displayed a Jekyll and Hyde type of syndrome. As she pulled me up from the couch she said, "I'll make a deal with you. I will give you what you want if you give me what I desire."
I smiled, "Sounds like a win-win situation to me."
Still holding my hand, Anne led me through the thinning crowd. On our way out I saw Tom and Julie on the other side of the room. Tom smiled and whispered something in Julie's ear as he gave me a thumbs up. I saw Julie feign an angry look at him as she slapped him on the shoulder.
From our conversation earlier that night I learned that Anne was a local attending the University. She was in her Junior year majoring in psychology. On her way to her house she explained that her parents were out of town for the week. The arrangement was that as long as she was in school as a full time student she could live at home. The basement was finished out and was hers until she graduated and landed a job.
We made our way into the basement through a back door.
"Sweet!" I said, "Your own private entrance."
Anne laughed, "I know. My parents are pretty cool they understand that I need my privacy."
She had a nice setup up. A completely finished out basement fully carpeted with all the trimmings.
We entered the living room and she kicked off her shoes, looked back at me and smiled, "Don't get all excited now." As she saw my eyes trace her steps across the room where she turned on the stereo. She sat down on the couch and patted the seat next to her beckoning me with her index finger to come hither.
I sat down next to her as she leaned in and looked me hard in the eyes saying, "I know what your end of the deal is." As she lifted up her feet placing them in my lap rubbing my rigid cock through my shorts, firmly moving them side to side.
She continued, "Let me tell you my end of the deal. I like to be in control and I like to play with guys' balls real HARD while I get them off. You see it excites me, to see and feel a guy squirm in pain and pleasure. Are you okay with that?"
I swallowed hard, "Yes…oh yes, I'm good with that."
Anne giggled, "Excellent! Now take off your clothes."
I stood up and proceeded to strip post haste! While I was undressing I noticed Anne was making preparations of her own. On the end table was a bottle of baby oil. She applied a liberal amount all over her legs and feet. She then grabbed two of the heavy couch pillows and placed one against the inside armrest of the couch and propped her back up against it. The other pillow she placed on the seat of the couch in front of her resting her feet on top of it in such a way that her knees were brought up inches from her chest allowing her to rest her chin on top of them. Seeing her sit like this in a cannon ball type manner made me curious as to what she had in mind.
Still standing and butt naked I looked down at her and commented, "Your legs look amazing with all that oil on them. Aren't you going to take your clothes off as well?"
Anne smiled, "What I am going to do to you does not require me to remove my clothes. Besides what I have here is all you will need…right?" Having said that, I watched her slowly rub the outside of her legs from knee to ankle.
Anne smiled and said, "Kneel down on the couch facing me.
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Keywords: Busting, Pleasure, Anne's, Ball,