Melissa's First Ballbusting
by BC  bcsmoke242@yahoo.com 
Schoolgirl Punishes an unruly bus passenger


Melissa sensed the tension as soon as she stepped on the city bus to take her
home from school. She saw it in the eyes of the driver and then the
passengers, and then she heard the snarling voice of a man in the back of the
bus: "Shit, man, stop making every fucking stop! I gotta get to the bookie and
put down my bets!" From the looks of the passengers, this asshole had been
loud and belligerent way before she had boarded.

Sitting down in the front of the bus, Melissa reflected on how she was
becoming much more aware of the world around her than ever before. She now
commuted crosstown to a school that her strong-willed mother felt was the best
in the city for her daughter. Melissa was always bright and self-assured, with
a heart-melting smile, but now she was blossoming into a very attractive young
lady. She had long reddish brown hair and a lightly freckled face that gave
her an aura of innocence. But inside, Melissa was changing, feeling sensations
that she had never felt before, and the boys in her class were starting to
drool over her. A couple of weeks before, at the mall, Melissa noticed not
only one of her classmates staring at her, but his father was staring as well!
Melissa felt both contempt and amusement for father and son, but at the same
time felt a thrill at the realization that she could wrap either of them
around her little finger if she wanted. She was starting to realize what "girl
power" really meant.

Melissa's mother knew all to well how boys behave around budding beauties like
her daughter. After all she was one herself at that age, and with Melissa
traveling back and forth to school each day, sat her down for a talk. She knew
that Melissa knew the "birds and the bees", and that Melissa was too
strong-willed to accept a lecture from her, but she did stress that if she
ever got any unwanted groping and fondling, the best way to put a stop to it
was a hard blast to the balls.

Melissa tingled when her mother told her this. She had never spoken like that
to her daughter before. She also had no idea of how miserably Melissa's big
brother John had always treated her. Melissa was never one to complain, but
John was getting really annoying lately. Since her breasts started to develop,
John would viciously twist her nipples through her blouses and shirts. She
wouldn't tell her mother, but Melissa told herself that the next time her big
brother tried anything, she would surprise him with a knee to the balls.

Melissa's thoughts were interrupted by the voice of the nasty passenger. "Get
off the fucking' cell phone, you asshole! You're making too much noise!"
Everyone on the bus snickered, since this idiot was clearly the loudest
asshole on the bus. Still, nobody made a move to stop him. The man got up and
walked towards the front of the bus, muttering to himself. Melissa now got her
first good look at him. He was old, she thought, in his 40's. Liquor on his
breath, tattoos on his arms and a week's growth of beard. He started yelling
at the driver to step on the gas and get him to his bookie.

The driver picked up his phone to call his dispatcher and get help. "Put down
that fucking' phone!" he bellowed. "Everybody's got their fuckin' phones!"

This guy was nuts, Melissa realized, but she also noticed that everyone was
afraid to stand up to this guy, including the driver, who put down the phone,
pulled the bus over and opened the door. "Please, Sir," the driver pleaded,
"have a seat and I'll get you to your bookie. Otherwise I'm going to have to
ask you to leave the bus!"

Melissa was disgusted with the driver. She had just endured a long day at
school and wanted to get home, and he was wasting time being nice to this bum.
"Just get the fuck going!" roared the asshole. Melissa was waiting for one of
the grown-ups to do something.

But nobody said anything. There was tense silence. The driver and the
passengers looked nervously around, stealing only quick glances at the
wild-eyed menace, who looked like he was about to throw the driver off the
bus. It was anger more than a calculated decision, but Melissa decided that if
no one else had the courage to do anything about this asshole, she would take
care of the matter herself.

But despite being angry at the man, Melissa was smart enough not to let it
show. She knew that one of her best assets was her sweet, innocent smile and
demeanor. She wasn't sure what was about to happen, but her heart was racing.
She would be making the first move, and realized with excitement that this
meant that she would be in control. All she had to do was keep control of the
situation.

Melissa stood up and moved towards the door. "Oh no you don't, you little
fuckin' bitch!" he snarled at her. "Nobody's leaving or getting on! We're not
stopping until we get we're I'm going, Girlie, and if you try to leave I'll
slap you around worse than I just did with my bitch of an ex-wife when she
complained that I wasn't paying the child support!"

Melissa was now seething internally. This was the worst excuse for a man that
she could think of. He beat the mother of his children, didn't pay his child
support, but was betting a wad of money with his bookie! If anyone deserved
punishment, it was this asshole! There was NOTHING that she could do to the
scumbag that was worse than he deserved!

But Melissa didn't show her true feelings. She just smiled shyly at the man.
She stuck out her lower lip. "I'm tho thowwy, thir!" she lisped in her soft,
sweet voice.

And then, suddenly, Melissa lashed out with her right leg, her sneaker banging
into the man's balls.

The man stood in silent shock for less then a second, then started moaning in
pain. He started to pitch forward, allowing Melissa to swing up her left leg,
her knee slamming into bottom of his chin. He fell backwards and out of the
bus.

Knowing that she had the momentum, Melissa jumped off of the bus and onto the
man's belly. His annoying voice sounded so much better when it was bellowing
in pain, she thought to herself with a laugh. She jumped up, spun around and
landed with one of her knees on his solar plexus and another one squashing his
balls.

"I'm sorry," called the bus driver, "But I have to keep moving!"

That really got Melissa pissed off. "No you don't!" she yelled at the driver.
"My books are still on the bus! I'm taking care of your problem for you, so
just wait a few more minutes and we'll be on our way!" The driver shrugged and
stayed. Still, no one had moved to help her, although everyone in the bus was
looking out the window at them.

The man tried to get to his feet, but before he had a chance, Melissa jumped
up and kicked him in the jaw, sending him back down. She felt and heard
something snap, and was unprepared for the thrill that it gave her. She kicked
the man onto his belly, put a foot on the small of his back, grabbed the
collar of his shirt and pulled. Buttons flew all over as the shirt came off in
her hand. She quickly tied one of the arms of the shirt to his left wrist.

The man tried to turn around but Melissa stopped him by stomping on his balls,
loving the feeling of the two orbs squashing under her sneakered foot. But
even more than that, she enjoyed the howl that the man made. Melissa giggled
in delight. His scream was at least three octaves higher than the deep growl
that had frightened the driver and passengers!

This was a new power that Melissa was feeling. Not only was she beating up a
man that older men were afraid of, but she had injured his manhood! She was
making this bum, more than twice her age, less of a man! She kneeled down, her
knee slamming hard into his balls, making squeal higher than a soprano! "Now
we're seeing how big and tough a man you really are, aren't we, asshole?"
taunted Melissa in a sweet voice, but one that was deeper than the man's
strangled sounds.

Melissa got up and put a foot on the small of the man's back, pulling his arms
up painfully behind him with one hand. With the other hand she searched his
pants pockets. He had over five hundred dollars cash on him, which Melissa
happily waved in his face before putting in her pocket. In other pockets she
found a switchblade knife and a pack of cigarettes. Melissa had just started
smoking with her new friends at her new school, and with the price of
cigarettes these days she was happy to relieve him of his smokes. Into her
pocket they went.

In desperation, the man kicked out with his legs, trying to knock Melissa off
of him. The girl thought that the man should be begging her for mercy instead
of trying to get free, so she petulantly stomped down on the back of his right
ankle, listening with satisfaction as the bone that runs from the back of the
heel to the ankle snapped. She repeated the process with his other foot. The
man's shrieks were louder, higher, more "girlish" than ever.

Melissa jumped up and landed with her knees slamming onto the man's back,
producing another groan. She pulled his loose fitting jeans down and grabbed
his balls with her right hand, putting the steel blade of his knife to his
eyes. "See what I have in my left hand, asshole!" she hissed. "And feel what I
have in my right hand!" Melissa squeezed his injured manhood. "You know what
I'm thinking, don't you, asshole?"

The man couldn't believe the vicious things that the cute little teenaged girl
was saying with her sweet smile and perky voice. In a panic, he tried to get
up to his feet, forgetting that Melissa had shattered the thin bones that had
previously connected his heels to his ankles. He immediately collapsed in
agony, falling on his knees.

Melissa felt another surge of exhilaration. She had crippled him! She had
rendered him incapable of walking! First she had taken away his masculinity,
and now, thanks to her, the only way he could move around was by crawling like
a baby!

Grabbing his injured ankles, Melissa tied them up with the legs of his own
pants. When he put up a protest, Melissa stomped on the back of his neck,
driving his nose painfully into the hard pavement. His whimpers were more
childlike than ever. The driver and the other men had been afraid of him, but
she had turned the menacing man into an emasculated, babbling baby! She
grabbed and twisted his newly smashed nose. She pulled him by it, and he
slithered like a snake in an attempt to relieve the pressure.

Finally she got him to the curb, by a sewer opening. She pushed his head into
the opening and kicked the back of it several times until his head was wedged
sideways between the ground and the top of the sewer opening, too weak to pull
it out.

Melissa calmly stood up, wiped her hands off to signify that she had just
completed her task, and with a final stomp on the trapped man's balls lightly
stepped back onto the bus, the cheerful schoolgirl smile on her face. But the
looks that the driver and the passengers gave her were different than before.
They were looking at her with new respect, even fear! Just a bunch of fucking
male wimps, she thought to herself as she settled back into her seat by her
schoolbooks.

Absent-mindedly, Melissa tapped the pack of cigarettes that she had
confiscated from the man against her hand. The driver cleared his throat. "I'm
sorry, Miss, but there's no smoking allowed on the bus!"

This amused Melissa, since she wasn't even thinking of smoking. But she was
feeling her power, and was still exhilarated from her destruction of the man.
She already had contempt for the driver for being afraid to stand up to the
man, and felt that he had no right to deny her anything. And she sensed that
the grateful passengers would be on her side, or at least afraid to say
anything. She smiled at the driver. "I bailed you out, you wimp-ass!" she
purred. "I deserve a smoke!"

The driver looked uneasy. "I'm sorry, Miss, I appreciate what you did, but
rules are rules!"

A voice came from the back of the bus. "She saved us. Let her smoke if she
wants to!" Other passengers murmured in agreement.

"Does anybody object to my having a smoke?" asked Melissa in her sweet
little-girl voice. There was no voice in opposition. With a sheepish smile the
bus driver shrugged, pulled out his own lighter and lit Melissa's cigarette
for her himself!

Melissa accepted the light. "I'm sorry Miss, but I hope you understand-"

"Stop blubbering and start driving, boy!" Melissa interrupted, snapping at the
driver. He turned around in embarrassment and started driving.

Another thrill went through Melissa. She hadn't even thought about what she
was saying, but she had instinctively called the driver, who was in his 50's
and therefore around three times her age, "boy!" She felt entirely comfortable
with it, and the man had responded by shutting up and driving, just like she
had ordered!

Melissa took a deep drag of her cigarette, menacingly blowing her smoke at the
driver. She giggled as he tried not to react, though she saw him tensely grip
the steering wheel with one hand and nervously mopping his brow with the
sleeve of the other. Yes, she was definitely starting to feel her girl power!

Soon, Melissa would be home. She wondered if her big brother John would try to
harass her and give her an opportunity to bust his balls. She had always been
afraid of him, but now she couldn't wait for the next opportunity to get him
alone. Maybe, she told herself, even if he didn't try anything, she might take
the initiative and pick a fight with him herself!

Melissa arrogantly blew smoke rings in the direction of the bus driver,
anticipation of her next confrontation with John welling up inside. Soon, she
promised herself, she would own her big brother's balls!

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