Friday, November 2, 2007

BB in Iran

By sikako

Hi guys,

Sag said a while back he would write about bb in Iran, but while we’re waiting I’ve got a fantasy story that I thought up that I thought you might enjoy. Read on!

Habib was hot. It was the height of summer, and the sun was beating down with full intensity. Here in the hills of northeastern Iran, the sun seemed to reflect off the dark rocks, making them hot enough one could fry eggs.

Habib was a wanderer, traveling place to place finding his fortune, and he wasn’t one for hardships. A place to lie in the shade picking grapes was all he wanted. But fate had sent him up into these mountains, on a job that would take him over the border into Afghanistan to pick up a load, which he then had to bring back safely. Just thinking of the hard work made him cringe. He couldn’t wait to dip his body in the lake he had heard lay on the other side of the ridgeline, just sitting back and forgetting all his woes.

Jamilla had just turned 18. She lived in a town close by, and had come down to the lake to wash some clothes. But the day was so hot, and the water so cool... and not a soul in miles around, or so she thought. In any event, she was well shaded by the trees and bushes.

Ah, the lake! Habib couldn’t wait to get in. Taking off his pack, he was just about to immerse himself when he heard a rustle from behind the bushes. Pulling out his knife, he moved in to investigate the sound.

He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. A young girl was standing there, the contours of her large breasts and female buttocks clearly visible through her thin summer dress. As she removed her silk sari, delicately placing it on a rock, he saw her face. It was beautiful.

Habib was accountable to nobody, and was not a man of high morals. What his anger, his stomach, or his dick told him to do, he obediently did. As the woman slipped off her summer dress, revealing her exquisite firm feminine form, there was no question what his dick was saying. And as her body sunk into the cool water, it became an order.

Habib didn’t like to overexert himself, so he placed his knife back in its sheaf, and took all his clothes off. Pick her off as she comes out, and run off. He wrapped a cloth around his face so she would not recognize him, not because it mattered, but because the local warlords could be pretty fierce and one never knows who might no someone who knows someone who knows someone.

Jamilla`s long hair swished around like seaweed in the lake, before she pulled it back, ringing it out. It felt so good, the cool water on the hot day. Habib looked lustfully at the water drip off her lower hair as she got up. Her girl cheeks were so firm. Their treasure so inviting.

Jamilla came out of the pool, and Habib was wound up like a cat. At just the right moment... Jamilla turned away to pick her clothes up.


A big, hairy hand came over her mouth, and another around her waist. Before she realized what was happening, she was rammed face first into a tree trunk. As she felt something long and hard against her backside, her mind went red.

NO! THIS CAN`T BE HAPPENING! Nobody will ever marry me!

Pulling and pushing with all her might, Jamilla tried to wrestle her way out of Habib`s grasp, but he was too strong.

"Ah, my little mountain girl," said Habib scornfully, not pleased that he had to put any more effort into this than he had to, although he could still control her easily. "Don’t resist and this won’t hurt any more that it has to. Ha, ha, ha." He began fondling her huge soft naked breasts. Bending her over, Habib tried to push it in, and Jamilla was not strong enough to resist. But this couldn’t be happening to her! She had to do something... something...

Spreading her legs, she slid his penis right in between her thighs, and clamped shut. Waves if pain resonated through Habib, as she violently twisted her hips, yanking his manhood back and forth. He started screaming, "Stop, stop, please, in the name of Allah!"

Surprised, Jamilla suddenly realized she had him, and clamped her legs shut on his erect penis even more tightly. "Go away or I’ll break it."

"Okay, okay, anything. I am just a poor herdsman, and..." Habib made up the biggest cock and bull tale anyone had ever heard, and Jamilla, being a gullible sort of a girl, believed him. His manipulative character had gotten him out of trouble more than once. And like the true rattlesnake he was, the second she let his dick out of its vice, despite having sworn by Allah and by his father’s life and by his family’s life and by the honor of himself and his family to leave this place and not to touch her, he struck. Darting into the trees just long enough to get his dagger, he lunged back at her, throwing her to the ground. To her disbelief, he was on top of her, as she was lying face up on the sand.

"But, but..." she said, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Ha, ha, ha... let Allah care for himself. And I don’t give a shit about my family- bunch of losers. I would slit their throats for the right price."

"Your mother?" asked Jamilla in disbelief. "Who gave you life? You would slit her throat. No. That’s not right. THAT`S NOT RIGHT!" And she grabbed his knife hand at the wrist.

"Big mistake," thundered Habib, as he pressed his knife in for the kill. She was struggling hard though. But she had no chance against his strength.

Unless... Jamilla, struggling with her hands with all her might, clamped her legs around Habib`s upper thighs, and squeezed as hard as she could, trying to bring pressure to bear on the part of his body she knew couldn’t stand it. And then she began powerfully jerking and yanking her hips from side to side.

Habib was getting more and more uncomfortable, his already aching penis being powerfully yanked from side to side, with annoying intermitted pressure below it.

"I’m going to kick your ass!" screamed Jamilla, attacking below with all her might, while pushing his arms to role him off her. Before he knew it, she had reversed the positions, and was sitting on top of him. But he still had the knife. Twisting it, he tried to cut her hand.

But Jamilla knew from the village girls what to do when sitting on top of an aggressive male. She knew that on the ground, a woman, with her wide hips and powerful legs could hold the advantage. And she knew just how. Pulling her knee back, she rammed it home with all her strength.

Habib`s face looked as if he had eaten a bumblebee.

"Shit... bitch..." he blurted out.

"Drop the knife!" screamed Jamilla down at him. "Drop the knife or I’ll kick them again, and this time I’ll break them! Drop the knife!"

Habib was not one to make a stand for honor, and right now he was scared as hell and in pain, and he dropped the knife. His hands wanted to cradle his aching gonads, but she held them firmly in place. Picking up the knife, she held it to his throat.

"Now you pay," she said, and lifting her other hand away, she began punching his face. He couldn’t respond because of the knife to his throat. "And let that be a lesson!"

Ball Kicking Wife

By SandMan

My beautiful wife, Jennifer, is a true, admitted ball buster who receives a sexual rush whenever she drops a man. Her biggest passion is kicking men in the balls, but punches and knees are fine entertainment for her as well.

I met Jennifer at school when we were both teenagers. She had learned at an early age how vulnerable men's groins were and with only slight provocation, even just a minor disagreement, would kick a boy in the crotch. I saw her numerous times reduce a poor classmate to a crying, retching, lump of flesh, rolling on the ground holding his balls. She always smiled or laughed at the guy then would walk away. There was no sympathy; you could tell she enjoyed it. Funny thing - seeing her do it turned me on, too.

Needless to say, the guys knew of her reputation and treated her with kid gloves. No guy wanted to mess with her. She then was surprised when I asked her out to a school dance but she accepted.

The dance went well and afterwards, I stopped my car at a secluded park known as a make out spot. She asked me if I was trying to go ‘parking’ with her. I replied that I just wanted to talk and that I would behave. As I said that, I looked first at her then at my crotch and then said that I knew she was all too good at taking care of herself. She liked that.

She began telling me of her latest incident - how this big guy Dave had pissed her off and so she kicked him so hard he ended up in the nurse's office. She got more animated as she described in detail the feeling of her shoe ramming into his balls and watching his face as he sunk to the ground holding his nuts. I asked her more questions about how much she seemed to enjoy it. We both were getting very turned on - she with female superiority and me with male submission. She loved saying the phrase "Kicked him in the balls," and I loved hearing it. Finally, I blurted out that the whole subject of her kicking men in the balls really turned me on.

She sounded almost orgasmic when she said, "God, I'd love to kick someone now."

I couldn't believe I responded with, "Please, Jennifer, I'd like you to kick me in the balls, please!" It didn't take her anytime to agree. We both got out of the car. She had me stand leaning against the car with my legs spread. She was breathing heavy when she stepped up and gave me one solid kick between my legs. I dropped immediately and held onto my balls. I did not cry but groaned loudly. She stood over me, silently. I looked up and saw she had her hand inside her shorts and was playing with herself. I got to my knees and stared at her.

"Let me do that again and I'll let you eat me," she whispered and all I could do was nod. I stayed on my knees and she kicked my balls again - harder than the first time. I crumpled to the ground - the pain was incredible. She gave me little time to recover before she sat on the hood of the car and directed me to make her cum.

As I licked and sucked, she asked a barrage of questions - "Does it really hurt? How bad? Is it the worst pain you've ever felt?" I answered the best I could with my mouth full and also pulled my cock out and began jerking off. After Jennifer came, she seemed fascinated with my activity.

I invited her to assist but she wanted to watch and ask questions. "Did getting kicked turn you on? Could you take it harder? Where are you going to cum? Let me see it when you do." She had me shoot into my other hand. I tried to explain about girls sucking guys' cocks and swallowing their load. To demonstrate to her that it was okay she got me to eat my own cum as she watched fascinated.

Imagine my embarrassment the next Monday when Jennifer's best friend came up to me and said, "I hear you had a good date with Jennifer on Friday. Kicked in the balls twice and ate your own cum. Ha, ha, ha!" It was, for me, the first of many such humiliations at Jennifer's hand.

We began a long relationship and are now married. Jennifer runs the show to say the least. I am constantly on my toes trying to keep her pleased. She is as quick as ever to get her way with a hard, quick kick to the balls. She has dropped me in public, in front of her friends and mine, even playing games with my nuts such as kicking my balls while we're in an elevator just before the doors open. Of course, like the first night, offering my balls for her kicks is a regular prelude to her orgasms.

Sophia’s Ball Boy

By Sam P

My ex girlfriend, Sophia was really into feet. I went to see her one night after work. She asked me if I wanted a drink.

I said, “Sure, juice would be fine.”

What I did not know is she added some date rape drug to my juice. When I awoke I was naked, tied and bound. She was standing over me in a victory stance, one foot on my throat.

She laughed at me and said, “Hey Sam, let’s try some pain with your pleasure,” and she walked around to my legs, raised her foot and stepped hard and forcefully on my balls.

I felt a blinding burning pain and I was nauseous. Sophia just laughed and said, “It gets worse before it gets better.” She took an insole from out of her cross trainer and made me deep throat it and asked if it tasted good. Then she walked back to my legs and stomped me as hard as she could.

I blacked out. From the video tape she shot she stomped four more times, ground her heel and stopped when she finally got bored with my helplessness. Sophia ended her victorious session with me by stomping my groin again and jumping on my face. I can honestly say after she was done that I should have never spurned her and that Candies-type heels, and Doc Martins, when used can inflict a lot of damage.

I was in my house in bed for a week from her onslaught.