My Girlfriends Secret Passion (Fiction)

Sitting in the library, I mulled over what I was going to do for the next class when my cell phone rang. It was my girlfriend who I had me here in this very library. We hit it off and quickly started dating. She was stunning with hair black as night that fell down her back in soft waves. Her eyes were a dark brown, framed by long lashes, making her incredibly beautiful to me while she wore glasses and had a cute little nose that complemented her beauty perfectly.

"Hey baby, how are you doing?" She asked, her voice sweet and soothing. “You said you were heading to the library, right? Could you pick me up the book on French literature we talked about?”

"I'm okay, and yeah, of course. But I've got, umm, something to talk to you about," I replied, knowing she could sense the fear in my voice.

"What's wrong?" She asked in a concerned tone.

"I was out walking around campus trying to figure out what to do for my next class, and I ran into this guy who told me something... about you." I confessed, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

"What did he tell you about me?" She asked, worry lacing her words.

"He said that you enjoy... kicking guys in the balls," I whispered, afraid of what her reaction would be.

She remained silent for several seconds and then finally spoke. "You may not want to hear this, but... it's true. But this isn't a conversation I want to have over the phone. Could you come meet me at my dorm?"

"Oh, yeah sure. Now?" I asked, feeling extremely nervous suddenly.

"Yes, please." She said excitedly.

"Alright, I'll see you soon." As I hung up the phone, my mind was swimming. How could she enjoy that? She... enjoyed kicking guys in the balls?

The whole way to her dorm, I felt an odd sensation in my stomach, like that nervousness you get when you're on your first date. I tried to put it out of my mind, but it wouldn't go away. When I arrived at her dorm, she was waiting at the door for me, so followed her inside and up to her room. With each step felt a slight unease growing in my stomach. I trusted her, but this was a conversation I never expected to be having. As we stepped into her room, I sat on the bed and looked around, trying to find the words to say, but she must have seen my discomfort and thankfully took the initiative.

“Well, no point in beating around the bush, I guess. It started years ago. My brother was always a real bastard and bullied me all the time. One day, just a month or two before I started college. He caught me reading some 'forbidden book' according to him, so he tried to pry the book from my hands, but I told him to stop and leave me alone…”

She stopped for a second to look at me, gaging my reaction before continuing, as we both knew what was coming next.

“… Instead, he brought his leg up and tried to push off of me, seeing him in this position; I took advantage of it and, well. I kicked him right in the balls as hard as I could. He was a big guy, so it surprised me when he just dropped! He was on the ground and groaning in pain, his face bright red. I was so mad at him at that moment! I had kicked no one there before, and it felt great.” She finished, an excitement in her eye that I had never seen.

"That must have been brutal, I can't imagine..." I began, only to be cut off.

"You don't understand. It felt wonderful! After that, whenever he'd try to bully me, I'd kick him right in the balls, and after a while, I didn't even need to kick him. If I just glared at him and walked away, he'd know he'd made a mistake. Soon enough, he stopped bothering me entirely!"

"But what about your parents? Didn't they find out?" I asked, still shocked at her story.

"They found out eventually, but they understood he was the one bullying me. They were both glad that I'd learned to stand up for myself."

"So, are you okay? I know you sounded upset." She asked, sensing my anxiety.

"Yeah, I'm fine. It's just surprising to hear about someone else liking to kick men in the balls."

"You can't understand how amazing it feels Mark, it's the most incredible rush to have all that power instantly in your favor. That feeling of control and power over a man who has no chance of fighting back. Then seeing such an intense reaction from a single well timed hit to his nuts is soooo hot. I actually did it to my brother more than once. I really had to bite my lip to stop from moaning when he cried and screamed like a little girl."

“Umm, so you liked it, even though it was your brother?” I ask, genuinely curious.

“OH, I mean, it doesn’t matter who’s balls it is. You guys all act the same when they’re hit. I got my ex plenty of times too and he went down the same as the rest~,” Cheryl says with delight while crossing her legs a little tighter.

“So, what does that mean for... us, exactly?” I asked hesitantly.

“It means that you’re going to have sore testicles for the rest of your life!” She stops for a second before laughing. “I’m just kidding. I won’t kick you in the balls if you don’t want me to... unless you’re a jerk, of course.”

“Thanks,” I laughed nervously.

My dick got rock hard listening to her talk and hearing about her enjoying kicking men in the balls. I absolutely hated the thought of feeling that pain but, her confidence and passionate voice made me feel less nervous about being kicked in the balls. I would never have done something like that, but if she wanted to do that badly, I'm not sure if I could say no.

"Cheryl, that’s... so intense, I can't even begin to imagine what it's like to actually do it."

She continued talking while I kept my eyes on the floor, and she must have noticed my erection, because she leaned over and started rubbing my leg before whispering into my ear.

"I love to see how flushed they get when I kick them, the look of shock and pain in their eyes. They always beg me to stop before it hurts too much... and then I know how far I've pushed them, and how far I can push them. If I keep pushing, they scream and yell and even start crying. It gets me so wet and excited knowing how close to the edge I just brought them."

My cock was harder than it had ever been before as I see her biting her lip, and her eyes look almost distant, as if she’s lost in another world. Her words were making me more anxious than ever, but also turning me on even more. Why did she enjoy this... why was I enjoying HEARING this?

"You seem really turned on right now." She whispered in my ear.

"Is that a bad thing?" I asked.

"No, not at all... you're going to have to live with it."

My heart started pounding in my chest, knowing that I was probably about to be kicked in the balls. I swallowed nervously as she moved away from me on the bed. I watched intently as she slowly stood up from the bed...

"Get up off the bed." She commanded.

I instantly obeyed and got to my feet, trying to steady myself for what was to come. My fear was growing... could I take it, or would it be too much? Then I felt her hand on my chin and she pulled me close, kissing me full on the lips.

"You know what I’m gonna do to you, don't you? You've never experienced this before?" She asked as we both looked deep into each other’s eyes. “I'm going to go ahead and ‘work them up’ a bit, so you’ll have some idea of what's coming... but I promise to go slow enough for you to handle.”

She kissed me again, and then sauntered around the room, undressing herself as she went. I could hardly believe what was happening, and I could feel my dick twitching in my shorts as I watched her strip down.

She was wearing a t-shirt and some tight little shorts and she slowly slid them off, revealing her perfect, soft skin. Her breasts were amazing, large but firm, and it amazed me they'd fit in that tiny shirt. She walked back over to me and pushed her soft boobs against me as she took my shirt off. This wasn’t the first time I saw her naked, but every time my heart skipped a beat as I took in her beauty.

"I'm going to hit you in the balls. You know that, right?" She said, looking me right in the eyes.

"Y-Yes," I replied nervously. I couldn't believe I just said that. I'm really letting her... hit them!

"It's ok baby, let me do all the work." She took my hands and placed them on her big, soft tits. "Don't move."

I started moving my hands over her breasts, gently squeezing them and enjoying their weight, when suddenly I saw her bring her hand back before swiftly sending it between my legs, and smashing into my balls, making a distinct THWACK.

"Aaaaaah!" I screamed and turned my face away, shocked at how much it hurt. My hands darted down to hold my crotch, but Cheryl's hand was still resting there.

"You're ok, I know it hurts but you’re ok." she reassured me between taking deep breaths herself, then putting my hands back on her breasts. This time, she used her body to help position my hands where she wanted them to be. As I rubbed her nipples, I tried to calm my breathing as the pain slowly eased.

"Yeah, I'm ok. But God damn, that hurt so much." I admitted, still feeling the pain of getting slapped in the nuts.

"I know... your testicles are so sensitive. This should help you get used to it..." she said, gripping my tender balls in her hand and slowly squeezing down on them.

"Ooooooh!!!" I moaned out loud. It felt like she had gripped my testicles in a vise. I leaned down as far as I could without pulling away, and buried my face between her boobs to escape the waves of pain coursing through my body.

"Don't worry, baby, I'm not squeezing too hard. I just need you to see how… sensitive they are so you'll know what to expect. See? Y-You can handle this." Her voice was shaking a little, as the pleasure of squeezing my nuts was clearly getting to her.

After another squeeze, she took her hand away for a second and my hands shot down to cradle my throbbing orbs. I felt my dick flexed once again as I watched her lower her shorts and begin rubbing her pussy.

"Mmmm, I bet your nuts hurt, don't they?" she asked, smiling seductively.

"Yes… yes they do," I replied, still in a slight daze from the sensation of her squeezing my balls, a dull ache lingering all over my body.

"Well, let me make them feel a little better before we move forward," she said, pressing her wet lips against mine and grinding her pussy against my thigh while she pulled down my pants and started stroking my cock.

"Feeling any better yet?" She whispered.

"Y-yes, I'm feeling a little better..." I admitted, gasping slightly as brought my hand down to rub her pussy. My fingers caressing her soft folds, causing her to moan faintly.

I leaned down and took one of her nipples into my mouth, gently swirling my tongue around it. After a few blissful seconds, she crouches down and kisses the tip of my dick gently.

"Mmmm, so wonderful baby... thank you for letting me play with you." She purred to me before enveloping my cock into her mouth. I felt like I was going to cum instantly from her blowjob as she started moving her head, but she stopped after only a few bobs, before standing up again.

“Cheryl,” I gasped, surprised. “Why’d you stop?”

"You know what's coming next Mark, it would be wrong if I didn't warn you."

"Yes, I know that. I'm ok with it... it's just so sensitive right now. Are you really going to..." I asked, feeling embarrassed at what I was about to hear.

“Yes, I’m going to,” she paused and licked her lips as she stared at my crotch, “kick you right in the balls!”

My heart was beating fast in my chest. Her words sent a wave of excitement through me... and dread. I took a deep breath, knowing that there was no way I could say no... I hated the pain so much, but something about this was incredibly alluring. Maybe it was just her enjoyment, or maybe I enjoyed having her control over me in such a brutal way, but regardless, I was completely at her mercy.

"I... know and I trust you." I said, hoping that she understood I meant it.

"Good." She smiled. "Now, spread your legs for me."

I did as instructed and slowly widened my stance, allowing my sack to dangle freely between my legs as my dick stuck out in front of me, still fully hard.

She then repositioned herself in front of me, and her beautiful breast drew my eyes to them as they bounced slightly while she repositioned herself in front of me. Once she stood there, however, my eyes wandered down to her legs, the legs I knew would cause me terrible pain all too soon. I couldn’t help but gulp at the prospect as so many thoughts ran through my head.

"This is going to hurt so much. Are you ready?"

I looked into her eyes and nodded, biting my lip to hold back how anxious I was. But there was no hiding it. I was really going to let her do this. I was going to let her kick me in the balls.

After what seemed like an eternity, she twisted her hips slightly before rocketing up her leg, giving me a vicious kick to my jewels. My entire body shook with the force of the impact, and I felt like I was about to pass out. The pain exploded through me as I fell to my knees as waves of pain ran through every inch of me. I thought for sure that she had broken them.

"Oh, my fucking god! Oooooh, my balls, my fucking balls, Ooooooh God!!" I cried out, holding my crotch, praying for the pain to subside.

"I know, Mark, it hurts so much, doesn’t it? You're ok, I promise." She spoke to me softly, bending down beside me and touching my face as she caressed her pussy. She then shifted her hand down between my legs and started stroking my cock while I nursed my throbbing balls.

"Oooh, Cheryl... that feels amazing, but my balls... fuck, it hurts so much." I moaned into her ear.

"Mmmm, I know, baby. But I promised I would take care of you." She continued stroking as I desperately tried to work through the pain and enjoy the moment. I sighed heavily as I savored her soft hands gliding up and down over my rod. It felt incredible knowing that she was there to help me through this agony... she was taking care of me.

After only a few moments, I could feel the pressure building and my balls were pulling up tight despite the terrible pain. The exquisite pleasure of her hand on my cock was about to explode.

"Aaaah god, that's so good... I'm going to cum!" I moaned as I felt my body shudder in ecstasy, the pain mixing in with the pleasure in a wonderful concoction of sensations.

"Cum for me, blow your load after having me kick you right in the balls!" She whispered lustfully as I exploded inside her palm, erupting my cum everywhere. I shot rope after rope of my seed all over her hand, splashing against her wrist and coating her fingers.

I could barely catch my breath after the explosive orgasm, panting as she stood up to grab some napkins, wiping my jizz from her hands. As she finished cleaning up, she looked at me and smiled, laying down and curling up next to me.

"Well, at least now I know I can take a kick in the balls, I guess!" I say, laughing nervously as I try to internalize what just happened.

"You got that right, Mark," she said, kissing me gently, and looked up at me with adoring eyes. "Did you really enjoy it, though?"

"Uhhh, yeah, I did actually... I mean, not the pain. It hurt so bad, but seeing how much you enjoyed it, and then you taking care of me afterwards, it kind of felt good afterwards. It was unexpected." I admitted. I can’t believe that I’m saying this to her, as much torment as my balls were in. “So, yes, Cheryl… you can kick them again next time.”

"That makes me so happy to hear." She kissed me again before standing up.

"Plus, that means next time... I don't need to hold back~,"