Drenched

Note: This is a story I originally wrote over 20 years ago.  It's not the same as how I would have written it today, but I'm sharing it as is, anyway.

"Oh shit!"

"What?"

"I locked the keys in the car."

"You what?!"

"I locked the keys in the car."

"You mean we're stuck out here in the middle of nowhere?"

"I'm afraid so. We'll have to flag down a passing car and get them to give us a ride in or call for help."

"That sucks. Look at those storm clouds approaching; we're gonna get drenched, unless someone shows up very soon."

Actually, the idea of seeing my companion drenched in water had a certain appeal to me. She was five feet and eight inches tall with long curly red hair, long legs, and breasts the size of grapefruits. She was wearing beige shorts, a loose white t-shirt, and from the amount of jiggling going on during our walk across the plains, no bra. Don't get me wrong; as much as the idea of seeing her drenched appealed to me, I did not lock my keys in the car on purpose. It was a total accident, an appealing accident, but an accident nonetheless.

"Umm, sorry," was all I could say.

We stood and waited for someone to come for about ten minutes, her fuming all the while. Then the rain was upon us. The thick black storm clouds had swept in and immediately began to dump rain on us in buckets. It only took some forty seconds to drench us to the center of our beings. Her t-shirt was transparent in no time. Her huge breasts looked absolutely astounding. They were well-rounded and hung down to the top of her stomach. Her hard nipples sat proudly, pertly atop them like a crowning glory. Because she made no really attempt to hide them, I just stared and stared and my penis was shortly doing its best impression of a skyscraper.

She could see it there, outlined obviously by my soaked shorts. "Why, you horny little bastard!" she suddenly screamed. I was quite taken aback. "You did this all on purpose, didn't you?"

"No," I protested, "It's was an accident. Honest."

"Bullshit! You just wanted to see my breasts! You just wanted me to get drenched in the storm!" she shouted over continued the pounding of the rain. "Don't even tell me that you aren't enjoying the show!"

"I admit that I think you're really great looking and I -do- like seeing you wet, but I -didn't- do this on purpose!"

"Bullshit, you bastard!" she screamed. Then she kicked out suddenly and I felt her foot hit my testicles. It hit them both dead-on and squished them upwards. I plummeted immediately to the ground, testicles clutched tightly in my hands. "Shit!" I said under my breath. I lay on my side in a fetal position clutching my testicles. The pain and aching were so tremendously intense that it was absolutely debilitating. Suddenly I felt her foot hit my hands covering my testicles with a great force again. My hand took most of the impact, but still, my aching testicles were not happy to be struck again and let me know by aching even more. I lay there on the ground in the rain for about ten minutes before she came back over to me and kneeled down beside me.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you so much. I was just really mad that you did something this slimy. I don't expect that sort of thing from you."

"How," I managed to ask, "would I know that there would be a storm coming when we were starting the walk, since -that- is when I locked the keys in the car?"

"Oh," she said through the rain, "I guess you wouldn't. Ooh, I'm so sorry. What can I do to make it up to you?"

I was very tempted to ask for sexual favors, but that just seemed rude. Fortunately, before I could think of anything to say, she continued.

"I know. Don't worry, I'll try my best to make all the aching go away. First, let's have a look at you. Roll over onto your back so I can give your little boys a check-up."

I complied and she pulled down first my shorts, and then my underwear. "Ooh, this one actually looks a little bruised. I'm sure some TLC will take care of it though. Let me start by kissing them and making them all better." Much to my surprise, she began kissing my testicles all over. The combination of aching and kissing was very odd, but my penis began to get a little bit erect. "That's what you need to help you forget, a nice solid erection. I think I know how to do that. She moved forward, straddling my chest as the rain continued to pelt us. She shook her wet, visible breasts at me a bit and then leaned forward, pressing them against my face. "Good, no?" "Yeth," I mumbled from underneath her mounds. Then she straightened up again and reached down and pulled her t-shirt over her head. "Better, no?" she inquired. "Indeed," said I. She leaned forward again, engulfing my head in her wet, naked breasts. Then she pressed one of her nipples against my lips. "I think you ought to suck this," she said playfully. I happily complied.

After sucking on her teat for quite a while, she switched me to the other one and then back to the first and then she sat back up. She turned around and inspected my now fully erect penis. "Hey, this is a pretty nice penis you've got here. Good and thick. Sorry I was annoyed by it before, I definitely wasn't thinking." She kissed it lightly upon its head and then ran her tongue around the rim. I shuddered in pleasure. She pulled a condom out of her shorts pocket and rolled it down onto me. "I think you know what's coming next, Tiger," she smiled. She stood up, looked around to make sure that no cars were coming and pealed her wet shorts and then her wetter panties off. Then she straddled me, leaning forward. She used her hands to hold the tip of my penis against her pussy lips and then slowly rocked back onto it. She moved back and forth, slowly working it inside her, and then once it was completely inside she began to just rock back and forth atop me. I was in heaven, but the ache in my testicles was still there. Mostly the overall sensation was bizarre. She rocked back and forth atop me, moaning softly for several minutes, and then I could see her orgasm. She began again immediately, soon coming once more. Then she leaned further forward and moved herself up and down the full length of my penis, driving me steadily towards orgasm myself. Just as I felt that I was about to come she reached back and squeezed my aching testicles solidly. I screamed in pain and shot my load with what felt like the strength of a shotgun. She leaned down and kissed me intensely on the lips, which I joyfully returned.

The rain stopped not long afterwards. We got home safe eventually, and that was the start of a long and intense relationship.

Jim and Vicky

Jim was enamored with Vicky from the moment he saw her.  The tall, buxom blonde radiated charisma and self-confidence of a type that Jim envied and which drew him to her like a moth to a flame.  He had first seen her out of the window of his office when she came for a job interview with some higher-ups. He was immediately obsessed with her. 

When, a couple of weeks later, she strode into the office where he worked and was introduced as his new boss, he found himself surprisingly thrilled by the idea of serving under her.  He was not a tall man and he found himself looking up to her at work, both figuratively and literally.  When he learned from the rumor mill that she was single and currently dating, he found himself hoping for more than just a working relationship, but her manner was so business-like there in the office that the very idea of trying to ask her out seemed like inconceivable folly.

When a couple of months into their working relationship, she had showed up at the gym he attended taking kickboxing classes at the same time as his spin class, she greeted him warmly when she saw him.  She looked radiant in her spandex workout outfit and something about her manner seemed so welcoming that the aura of unapproachability which she wore in the office seemed to have entirely evaporated.  And as they talked and his eyes ran involuntarily over her figure, lingering especially on all the cleavage uncovered by her clearly insufficient sports bra, the lust and desire he felt for her managed to overcome both his natural cowardice and the butterflies which were turning flips in his stomach, and he did something he would never have expected himself to do: he asked her if she wanted to go get a drink somewhere.  And even more unexpectedly, her face beamed in response and she enthusiastically told him she would.

Their impromptu date when very well.  Much to his amazement, her outfit she'd changed into after her post-workout shower showed nearly as much cleavage off as her sports bra had.  His primary difficulty that evening was to avoid getting lost in simply looking at her.  But he somehow managed to not stare, or at least not enough to bother her.

And soon, not wanting to bring up the office and not knowing what else to ask, he found himself asking her how dating was going.  A torrent of stories about bossy jerks followed.  And when she ended it by expressing her sincere wish for a guy who liked her but let her be in charge and giving his hand a gentle stroke while saying so, he understood her meaning exactly and surprised them both by immediately blurting out "I'm yours to do with as you please."  Any embarrassment he felt at this sudden utterance quickly evaporated in the sunlight of the radiant smile with which she responded.

She soon took him back to her place where she told him just how to make out with her, which he did with absolute relish.  And although he was disappointed that this included keeping their clothes on, he was more thrilled to have the feeling of being hers and surprisingly aroused to be under her control.  When, at the end of the night, she told him in no uncertain terms that he was not allowed to masturbate without her permission, he assented and promised he would not which lead to his first real case of blue balls.

A flurry of dates followed where almost every night after work they would eat together and then make out furiously, usually ending up with him being naked and hard, throbbing and dripping while she, still wearing at least her underwear, would masturbate herself with her hand under her clothes while they kissed.  He was allowed only to touch her through her clothing or her underwear and, although he saw plenty of cleavage, never got to see bared those big breasts which had so caught his eye.  And as hard as his mind tried to fill in the details of what shape her breasts might have when hanging free and what her nipples might look like, he found that imagination alone was insufficient. 

Her being in charge included not just instructions during the date, but also restrictions on what he could do afterwards. She had shared with him her low opinion of men who looked at pornography or played themselves without their partners and her fervent desire that he not be one. So, night after night, he was sent home with both blue balls and strict instructions not to masturbate which he dutifully followed. Quickly he learned to accept the constant ache in his heavy balls as a reminder of being owned by her and serving her well.

After two weeks of this, she asked him to be her boyfriend, which he gladly agreed, and they notified the human resources department of their relationship and all of that.  After a little over a month, just when he was reconciling himself to the idea that the cost of being with her might be that he would never ejaculate again, she surprised him by asking him if he would help her fulfill a sexual fantasy, one that she described as her "rapist" fantasy.

As usual, she had complete specifications for his behavior in this scenario.  She described it thus:  His job would be to wait outside her bathroom completely naked until she had just finished her shower, suddenly spring into her bathroom, pull the towel off of her exposing her naked body, and then once she screamed and ran into the bedroom, he would follow, push her down on the bed, and attempt to force himself on her.

He was not particularly keen on the idea of rape, but this was her fantasy which she was asking him to participate in it, and he did quite like the idea of finally getting to have sex with her.  And, at the time, he didn't really appreciate the importance of the words "attempt to" in her description of the scenario.  So he assented to assist her in this sexual play without objection.

As she showered, he stripped down and then waited outside her bathroom door, his member already rigid with anticipation of finally getting to see her naked and to have sex with her.  When he heard the shower shut off, he waited a minute or so more, hoping to give her time to dry herself some and then wrap herself in a towel as she had wanted.  And when he burst into the bathroom, she was indeed wrapped up in a towel.  He approached her, trying to look menacing, despite her being four inches taller than he was, and when he was close, grabbed the end of the towel she had tucked in and pulled the whole thing off of her, for the first time getting to see her naked.  His cock bobbed as his eyes ran over her full breasts with their large, pointy pink nipples and quickly down to the soft blind triangle of her pubic hair.  Before he could have too good of a look, she followed the script and screamed and ran.

When he followed, he found her in the bedroom, standing in front of him, her back to the bed.  He pushed her gently and she fell back onto the bed.  His turgid cock twitched repeatedly as he climbed up onto the bed, positioning his naked body above hers on all fours.  His toes and fingers actually began to tingle a little as all of the blood rushed to his groin, leaving his extremities short, as he visualized plunging his hard cock into her waiting slit and finally being able to get off after an entire month of blue balls.

He was entirely caught unaware when her knee shot up suddenly, smashing his dangling balls with surprising force.  He splayed forward in pain, his knees suddenly slipping off the edge of the bed, resulting in his face plunging into her chest where he momentarily enjoyed the sensation of her naked breasts against it until his off-balance position forced him to slide further off the bed.

He managed to find his balance but had to stand up and take a step back in order to do so.  She pulled herself up onto the edge of the bed and then stood up, too.  Unsure what to do, he took another step back, and was entirely surprised by her response: utilizing all of the speed and strength she had so long practiced in her kickboxing class, she delivered a full force kick right into his exposed testicles, squishing them suddenly and painfully against his pubic bone.  He collapsed to the floor with a scream.  And she sat back down on the bed and watching him writhe in pain began to masturbate herself intensely.

He was there on the floor, stricken with pain, moaning gently and cupping his balls for about twenty minutes. When he finally managed to pull himself up, she was lying on the bed flushed and sweaty, exhausted from all of her pleasurable efforts.  As he stood, he realized to his surprise that, despite the strong lingering pain in his testes, his cock was still standing rigid before him. He suddenly worried that she might want to continue the game or think he was trying to, and he worried that the far worse possibility that the knee and kick which had so incapacitated him were her way of telling him that he'd done something seriously wrong.

But when she heard him climb up of the floor, she looked at him and smiled and told him to come snuggle with her, an instruction he eagerly followed. Once in bed, however, the arousal which came from being hard and naked and pressed up against her sweaty naked body was almost too much for him. 

Once snuggled against her, he asked her the question which had been malingering at the back of his mind: whether or not he had done something wrong. She replied enthusiastically in the negative, informing him that he had been absolutely perfect, that it had all gone exactly like she wanted.  And she told him how pleased she was and asked if they could do it again some time.  As much as his balls hurt, her bright beaming smile and the feel of her naked body against his told him he couldn’t say no to her, so he agreed, which caused her smile to brighten all the more.

They made out for a while and then, for the first time, she invited him to stay over and share her bed, an offer he readily accepted.  She kissed him gently for a while and then rolled over and went to sleep.  He lay there next to her, his eyes drinking in her naked form in the little light which was available, his cock absolutely rigid and completely neglected.  He knew that if he even touched it a little, he would be unable to stop until he had had one of those masturbatory orgasms which he had been so strictly forbidden from.  For hours he lay there, unable to sleep for all the arousal he felt still.  Even the occasional break to urinate provided little relief.  Eventually, the tiredness finally overwhelmed him and he managed to fall into a deep sleep.

He awoke in the morning to the smell of breakfast.  She was already up and dressed, but his clothes weren’t in the hallway where he’d taken the off the night before.  When he arrived naked in the kitchen to inquire where his clothes were, she smiled to see him naked and told him that she’d put them by the bed where he’d apparently not noticed them.  But then she kissed him and gave his naked balls a little caress and told him that she liked him dressed as he was.  So he ate breakfast with her naked, even though it felt more awkward to him than erotic, but she seemed to enjoy it.

And after breakfast she thanked him for playing rapist the previous night and told him how much she had loved it and how perfect it was.  The warm glow of her praise filled him and imbued him a desire to please her further.  So when she said she had another game she wanted to play with him and led him to the bedroom, he followed eagerly.  And when she pulled out the fuzzy handcuffs and handcuffed him to the headboard, her clothed body necessarily straddling his naked one in the process due to the angle of approach to the handcuffs, his naked cock was hard and twitching by the time she climbed off of him.

He was less thrilled when she explained the game she wanted to play with him. She told him she'd been thinking and that two ball kicks wasn't really enough punishment for attempted rape, so now her fantasy had a second part where she ties up the rapist and punishes him appropriately for what he attempted to do. Then she changed into the same workout outfit which had first caused his horniness to overcome his shyness but this time with a small pair of red fingerless boxing gloves of the style used in kickboxing.  She looked very sexy, but it dawned on him then what she was planning to do: she was going to go for his balls again, perhaps even harder or more this time.  And this realization made him intensely nervous.  He began to sweat and his heart raced.

He knew that he could still say no. And he knew that if he did, she would unlock him and scuttle her plans. But he knew also exactly the sort of look she would give him. He had seen the withering look she gave to people at work who had disappointed her or let her down. Thus far, even at work, she had never given him that look. And in their personal life every look she gave him, or at least every look when they weren't playing the rapist game, made him feel like he was doing everything just exactly right.

To his amazement, this most gorgeous and amazing woman seemed to look at him as he perfect boyfriend. And, realizing that, he knew that he was unable to say no, that whatever she asked of him, he must endure. Right then he resolved himself that his testicles would take whatever punishment she was going to dish out, even though the very thought of it scared him.  Slowly and deliberately, but nervously, he spread his legs open, exposing his delicate orbs to her fists.  She gave him one of those huge broad smiles which he cherished and then climbed onto the bed, kneeling between his legs.

The very first blow sorely tested his resolve. Her fist slammed into his nuts hard and fast creating a huge wave of pain which washed through him.  Any ideas he had of holding his legs open quickly vanished as his immediate instinctive response to the awesome pain in his testes was to squeeze his thighs together with all of the force he could muster in an attempt to protect his balls from further harm.  He also strained at his cuffs trying to bring his hands down to cover his crotch, but to not the slightest avail.  Just squeezing his thigh together didn’t really work to protect his balls, though, as he realized when her second blow struck.  His balls had been pushed out above his thighs when he’d squeezed them together, and her fist had no problem finding its targets again.  And this time, she hit him quickly with the one-two punch, her other first following quickly behind, smashing his testicles again.

He began to wail in pain and to roll back and forth on the bed, trying to find a way to hide his balls from the onslaught.  It was useless, however.  Whichever way he turned, she simply adjusted her angle of attack, chasing him around the bed as he rolled, just punching and punching, as he wailed in pain.  Some little tiny part in the back of his brain worried that maybe she wouldn’t like it like this, that in her fantasy maybe he had just stood still and taken the punishment stoically.

But, in truth, he needn't have worried. His desperate but fruitless thrashing about served only to further excite her, the thrill of the chase bolstering her arousal.  It felt, to her, very much as though she was using what she learned in class, attacking relentlessly and pounding ruthlessly on his steadily reddening balls.

Twenty minutes later when she finally relented, they were both drenched in sweat from their exertion, her from hitting, him from writhing. His scrotum was a bright red with small spots of purple bruises just beginning to show and his testicles perhaps twice the size they had been at the beginning.  And he was curled up on his side in as much of a ball as his body could achieve, shaking from the pain.  His testes had been made absolutely wretched by the pain which pulsed both there and in his gut, still engulfing his senses. 

When she ceased to pummel his testicles he felt a certain level of relief that this torment had ended and also a sense of pride for having endured it. And he felt certain that she must now have completed her revenge. But, to his surprise, she began to explain how, now that she had taking her revenge upon his body, she must also revenge herself upon his mind.

To accomplish this she castigated him about how foolish he had been to attempt to take sexual intercourse from her by force. She told him how much nicer it would have been for him had she been willing. And to illustrate this point she touched and caressed and kissed his body all over: everywhere, that is, except his steadily stiffening penis. The pain in his balls was still quite present, but his immense pleasure in her gentle touch won the day and he was soon quite turgid.

But she was not yet done pressing her point, and to further demonstrate his foolishness she stripped herself naked, at first merely showing off what he could not touch with his hands which were still bound above him. Next though she proceeded to rub parts of her body onto parts of his body, beginning with her slender thighs against his. This, though, did not go quite so well as she had expected, their drying sweat causing their skin to stick to each other rather than slide smoothly. In order to solve this problem she went to her nightstand and pulled from it a small bottle of oil. She applied just a few drops here and there, but rubbing it over herself soon she was slick and glistening. And when she again rubbed herself against him her now well-lubricated bits slid smoothly along his.

She began by lying beside him and sliding her thighs first along his legs and then showing her flexibility, up onto his abdomen and chest.  Next she used her pert buttocks to rub on his legs and torso.  And she finished off by using her large round breasts to rub every bit of him except his throbbing genitals, even lingering with them against his face for quite some while. He was not in the slightest immune to her charms. Even as his balls still ached, his cock throbbed and twitched desperate for even the slightest touch which, although she often came quite near, she very carefully avoided.

And then she climbed astride his chest facing towards him and, leaning forward, slowly slid backwards, inching her pussy closer and closer to his aching, twitching erect penis.  Mere fractions of an inch from penetration, she stopped.  He could feel the warmth of her sex and smell its wetness and as his cock throbbed and twitched, it would sometimes just brush the tiniest bit of her wispy blond pubic hair, driving him mad with lust.  But she slid no further, staying out of reach, talking to him, taunting him, wiggling her hips just a little without moving closer, and rubbing her big breasts against his face.

Finally, when she tired of this particular tease, she instead slid forwards, sitting up upon his chest and began to masturbate just in front of him where he could watch her fingers spread and stroke her pussy.  And once she began, she did not stop, soon having a shuddering, intense orgasm which was followed quickly by another and then another.  He thought then that she might be done, but she continued, more orgasms coming in waves.

When she finally did finish, she slid off of him and cuddled up next to him.  And then, her warm, naked body against his, she told him he was perfect, that he’d played his part just right, that she loved hearing the noises he made when she was busting his balls and how hard and eager his cock was when she teased him.  And he asked if she could uncuff him.  This she did gladly.  But when he asked if maybe he could masturbate, too, his hard cock still twitching as they cuddled, she smiled very sweetly and told him she just wasn’t ready for that and that she knew that he could hold out and how very much she would appreciate it if he did.

They spent most of the afternoon snuggling in bed together, naked, his eyes still marveling in every little detail of her lovely form and his hard cock still twitching as his balls got bluer and bluer.  She invited him to shower with her this time, an invitation which he eagerly accepted, even knowing that it would only prolong his frustration.  And when that very pleasant and titillating time of nudity and water and suds was complete, she dressed for an evening out, slipping on high heels and a fancy but very short and low-cut red dress, doing her hair and make-up while he watched.  And then, she instructed him to get dressed in the clothes from the day before and they went to his apartment where he dressed himself nicely as well.

Then they went out for a nice dinner at a fancy restaurant where she had already made a reservation and followed this with going out dancing at a nice club where the bouncer at the door gave him a little bit of an eye, but let the couple in without complaint.  He tried to ignore the heaviness of his aching blue balls as he danced, difficult though that was.  And she seemed to dance in a manner which was designed to tease him further, very flirtatious, but always focussed on him in particular.  Sometimes closing in, sometimes teasing back away, always touching him and staring into his eyes.  The jealous stares of some of the other guys in the club made him feel amazing.  And when he left the club with her on his arm, he felt like the luckiest man there.

When they got back to her place once more and canoodled with mad passion, touching and kissing and dry humping and stipping off clothing, until the energy of it felt almost frenzied, she asked him something which surprised him: if he would please eat her out.  He knew, instinctively, as much as he hoped otherwise, that she was asking this of him with no intention of returning the favor or even letting him stroke himself to orgasm while he worked her to one, and even still he did not hesitate for a moment, resigning himself to bluer balls and agreeing to her request, which he fulfilled eagerly and with vim once she climbed atop his face.  When she had had not just one, but four, she rolled off of him, snuggled up, and promptly fell asleep, leaving him to lie there, cock and balls both throbbing as he mustered all of his willpower to follow her instructions and not touch himself.  And for hours he lay there with her naked body snuggled against his, unable to sleep as his mind and heart and cock would not calm down and relax in this situation.  It was several hours later, just before the dawn, when the exhaustion finally overwhelmed his sheer horniess.

When he awoke in the early afternoon, she brought him breakfast in bed, praising him and looking at him as though he were a conquering champion.  Even this attention was enough to rouse his member again, spurred on, admittedly, by how luscious she looked, her inviting figure only moderately concealed by the silken gown she wore.  This, she ignored, but heaped on him praise and admiration for how well he was doing at everything she wished him to do.

And so, when he went home that evening, after spending a very pleasant afternoon, his soaring heart managed to outweigh his heavy, aching balls.  As difficult as it was, he managed to obey her instructions and continue to religiously avoid any self pleasure for the rest of the week.

The next weekend went surprisingly like the previous one, beginning once more with a chance to play the “rapist” fantasy and then the next morning with the rapist’s punishment, which ended again with her diddling herself while he nursed his aching balls and watched jealously.  Then they had an evening of fine food and enticing dancing, ending with her again climbing atop his face until she was well satisfied and never even acknowledging the idea that she might consider returning the favor.  And Sunday was once more a day of praise and kindness to him, sending him home flying like a kite.

This became their regular pattern.  Every week, working together and occasional evening dates for supper or drinks, and then a weekend just like that first one, varying only in the timing and small details.  After about a month of this, during the snuggling following the revenge on the rapist, she asked him about his blue balls, and as he described to her how aching and heavy they were, she expressed sympathy, stroking his shoulder with one hand, but the other hand was, instead, used to masturbate herself.  And thus he learned that she was not, in fact, indifferent to his suffering, but actively turned on by it.  And this became a new component, she would ask him every weekend: first after they made out following the rapist game, then as they snuggled following the revenge, next just before the night’s facesitting, and lastly during their Sunday afternoon snuggle time, to describe in the finest detail how frustrated and horny he was, how blue his balls were, how much they ached, and how desperately he wished to ejaculate for her.  She was eager to hear every detail of how this was making him feel and he was glad to be able to talk about it, even if it granted no relief to the suffering itself.  This change actually made it easier for him to hold out and resist the temptation, knowing that his sacrifice was exciting her.

After three months, she surprised him one weekend by telling him, as they were snuggling after playing rapist, the true story of her rape that had occurred when she was a teenager.  It was very much like their game, but with a different ending.  And perhaps that’s why she wished so much to play it: to change the ending.  He was sympathetic and appreciative that she had confided in him.

Somewhere around the four month mark he surprised her and himself by ejaculating in the middle of the testicle beating part of the revenge on the rapist.  The ejaculation was sudden, but not forceful, just dribbling out while he made sort of a groaning sound, partially just because it wasn’t very pleasurable and that made it frustrating.  He was worried as it happened that she might be angry, but she merely laughed at it, especially when it was clear how little pleasure he had derived.

After six months she finally let him have a real orgasm as a special present for his birthday, although not until late on a Sunday after she had been blue-balling him all weekend.  She gave him a choice of cumming by means of her hands, mouth, or tits.  This was the most difficult choice he had ever faced, so eager was he for any of them, but eventually, he chose her tits, unable to resist their allure and never having before experienced a tit wank.  It was intense, but brief, resulting in huge long shots of his cum being coaxed out of his throbbing cock in no time at all.

During the seventh month, he felt worried at one point because when they were out at a dance club, he returned from the bathroom to see across the room a much bigger, stronger man aggressively making sexual advances on Vicky.  She was watching this man intently as he gestured.  Even without the ability to hear the words across the club, Jim knew what the man was doing.  And when the man grabbed Vicky by the arm and began to drag her to the dance floor, Jim had visions of being cuckolded, which for him was a nightmare rather than a fantasy, that old idea that what women really wanted was a strong man who would take them instead of a weak one who would let her abuse him coming to the fore in his mind.

But once the man managed to drag her about one step in that direction, her foot lashed out and caught him hard and fast and square right in the testicles.  He let loose a painful howl that Jim could hear it even over the music and collapsed to the ground holding his aching gonads.  As Jim approached Vicky, he couldn’t help but think that his balls were now way tougher than that guy’s.  And when Vicky saw Jim, she ran to him, clearly upset by the incident.  He comforted her and they left, and he never worried again about whether any bigger, stronger, more aggressive man would steal away her affections.

And after a year, he bought a ring and prepared to ask her to marry him, only to be surprised when she asked him first.  He gladly accepted and showed her the engagement ring he had purchased.  She smiled and told him she loved it.  They had a nice wedding and a happy marriage following very much the pattern of the weekends, but once they moved in together, the schedule of events varied much more since they were in bed together every night.  The oral sex became much more common as did times when they just made out for a while and then she masturbated while he watched.  The game of punish the rapist also started to sometimes happen two or even three times a week even though the rapist game itself was still only a Friday night occurrence.  His balls wound up sorer and bluer than ever.

Aside from the very rare unexpected ejaculation during a ball beating, she allowed him two orgasms per year.  One for his birthday and one more as a Christmas gift, although not usually on Christmas itself, each time giving him the same choice of hands, mouth, or tits, all of which he tried different times.  Only when they decided to have kids was he finally allowed into her pussy, and only to impregnate her.  He knew of many other couples who had spent months or years trying, but in his case, he ejaculated inside her once, and then her period did not come, and there was no need for a second time until they were ready to have a second child.

In total, he came inside her four times during their marriage, her having two successful pregnancies, then a miscarriage, and then another successful pregnancy.  Their two daughters and one son were lovely children.  Having children made scheduling their sexy times together more difficult, but did not dampen either of their enthusiasm for playing together.  After the third child, there was neither tubal ligation nor a vasectomy, just a firm statement that he would never again enter her pussy which he accepted despite how heavenly it had felt to be inside her for those few brief seconds each time.

And for all their days, she beat his balls and left him horny and he worshipped her, and they lived happily ever after.

Drinking Buddy's Hot Cousin

In September, I was in a small town in Arizona visiting with Dave, a buddy of mine from when I was in the army.  He was in the hospital after a pretty nasty car crash and was terribly bored while healing up.  I was living in Escondido, but I was unemployed and wanted something to do, so I came out to visit for a couple of weeks.  I stayed in his apartment while visiting.  Since he was staying in the hospital I had his place all to myself.  For the first several days, I spent the day with him at the hospital, playing cards and shooting the shit and whatever.  Then, in the evening, I just went back to his place, ate something cheap (usually some microwave burritos or some bullshit like that), watched TV, and went to sleep.  But the fourth day I was there, about four o'clock, one of his buddies from work, Jose, came by to see him, too.  Jose seemed like a real nice guy.  He explained about how he would've been by more but his work schedule had been crazy.

He and Dave obviously were good friends, and when it was time to go, Jose said that he was getting together with some other friends for supper and drinking, and he invited me to come along.  So, of course, being pretty bored otherwise, I said yes.  There was no reason not to.  It didn't sound amazing, but at least it sounded more fun than eating another microwave burrito.  I followed Jose to a chain steakhouse, I forget if it was Texas or Longhorn or one of the others, but it was one of those.  Once we got there, we met up with a couple of his friends and he introduced me to them.  One of them had been in the army, too, and it was just a good group of guys.  I felt like I fit right in.  They were all hispanic and I'm white, but they were all spoke good English and it wasn't a big deal.  We all had a couple of beers with the meal and then moved over to the bar in the restaurant.  It was a small town, so believe it or not, the bar at the chain steakhouse was the hot spot in town for singles, which isn't saying a lot.  We had a few more beers over the next couple of hours except for Jose who said he'd drive people home.  We tried hitting on girls a bunch, but without much luck.  Finally, around 11, there were a couple of girls who got interested in Jose and the other guy who wasn't in the army.  I don't remember his name.  I guess I'll call him Pablo.  And, to give everyone names, the other ex-army guy I'll call Roberto because that's easier than calling him "the ex-army guy".

So anyway, eventually these two girls joined us at our table and were definitely flirting with Jose and Pablo.  They were from out of town, and after a while, like around midnight, Jose suggested that we all go back to his place and drink some more so that he could drink some and because alcohol is way too expensive at bars.  So the guys piled into Jose's car and the girls followed behind in theirs and we all went back to Jose's house.  Jose's house was a modest ranch out in the empty desert area at the edge of town.  Just a couple of bedrooms, a living room and a kitchen.  Once there, we proceeded to all get pretty fucking drunk.  It was a good time.  Just the six of us drinking and being stupid.  I was clearly not getting a girl, but that was okay.  You can't have everything.

But at about 2, the partying ran out of steam.  Jose and the girl who had been flirting with him disappeared into his bedroom.  Pablo and the other girl started making out hot-and-heavy on the sofa.  So, Roberto and I retreated to the kitchen.  I drank a little extra water to try to avoid having a hangover in the morning, and I talked to him a little.  After a couple of minutes, he said he was gonna go sleep in the tub.  He wasn't that tall, so he'd probably fit okay.  I said, I guessed I was gonna sleep on the floor.

Roberto told me that that was a really bad idea.  Out there in the desert, they get scorpions and they'll find their way right into the house and across the floor and it's easy to get stung.  So nobody sleeps on the floor.  He told me that I should sleep in the other bedroom in the big bed with Jose's cousin.

I asked if Jose's cousin would be okay with that.  Roberto said, and this I remember word for word, "Oh yeah, she's totally cool with it."  It was the "she" part which threw me.  But he explained that it was the master bedroom and had a king-sized bed and it was easy for two people to sleep without touching and that when they'd been making arrangements, that it was part of the deal where she got the big bedroom that sometimes guests would crash there.  That sounded weird to me, but he promised me that she liked to party, too, and her friends sometimes crashed here as well, so she understood.  It was the normal deal.  And he also told me that Jose knew that she could take care of herself and that she wasn't a slut, so it was no deal for him, either.

I asked him if she was in the room already, and he explained that she worked as a cocktail waitress at the strip club in town and that she would be coming home some time very soon.  And then he warned me that I shouldn't even think of trying anything with her because she would kick my balls in.  He said that one of Jose's friends had copped a feel without permission and had walked funny for a week afterwards.  Another one tried the same thing a year later and got the same result.  This was intriguing to me because I'd had a ball-busting fetish for a long time, but hadn't gotten my nuts busted in a long time.  The last time was when I had broken up with this one girl in high school who did not take so kindly to the break-up.  I had considered paying a prostitute, especially when I took a trip to Nevada, where prostitution is legal, but the legal whores cost a lot more scratch than I could spare.  I asked Roberto if she had ever nutted him.  He told me that he'd never slept in the room because he didn't trust his hands not to wander.

But still, I was worried that Roberto was yanking my chain or something.  He headed to go sleep in the tub, and I head to the other bathroom, needing to take a pee.  I had just finished up doing that when Jose appeared, clearly heading to pee, too.  So I asked him about what Roberto had said about his cousin, and he confirmed all of it.  "Yeah, go sleep there," he said to me.  "It's a good bed and she's fine with it.  Really.  Just keep your hands to yourself if you want to have kids, that's all.  Oh, and if you go to bed before she gets back from work, leave your shoes in front of the door so she'll know there's someone there."

So, I headed to the bedroom.  It was pretty sparsely decorated, but you could tell it was a girl's room from the pictures and the fact that there was a vanity.  I gave things a quick look around, but didn't do any snooping.  I never sleep with much clothes on, so I took off my shoes and socks and stripped down to my boxers.  I could see where she usually slept in bed from what was on the night stand, so I left the shoes in front of the door, turned the lights out, went to the other side of the bed and climbed under the covers.  I had been there like thirty seconds when I heard a car pull up outside and a couple of minutes later she came in the room.

Nothing the guys had said had prepared me for how hot she was.  The first thing which jumped out at me was that she was stacked.  I mean, she was showing off all her cleavage because she was still wearing her work outfit which was a black cleavage-showing shirt, black pants, and high heeled shoes.  Now, I know that the girls have some tricks to make small cleavage look bigger, and she was clearly dressed to show it off, but tricks were not what was making her tits look so impressive.  I could see the swell of them under her top and they were clearly massive.  At least like G or H cups (yes, I confess, I'm into big boobs).  Aside from being ridiculously stacked, she wasn't real big in the torso.  She had nice wide hips, but her waist was narrow and even her shoulders weren't that wide.  Basically, she was a small sort of pear-shaped, but with big tits.  And she had very long black hair.  It had to be a couple of feet long.  She was clearly made-up for her job, but the result was that her face looked stunning.  Honestly, just from taking in her overall look, I was at about half mast.

"Hi," I said, never being one for impressive opening lines.

"Hey," she said.  "I'm Melinda."  She pronounced it the more Spanish way, Me-leen-da.  "You a friend of my cousin's?"  As she asked, she headed over to the vanity and took her shoes off.

"I'm more a friend of a friend.  I'm James.  I don't know if you know Jose's friend Dave?"

"From work?"

"Yeah.  He's a buddy of mine.  He's in the hospital and I've been visiting him."

"Did Jose give you the warning about staying in here with me?"

"Don't worry.  I know not to touch."

"Too bad, I was in the mood to hurt some balls."

My cock jumped in my boxers when I heard her say that.  "Really?"

"Yeah, it was hell at work today.  Lots of grabby customers and management won't let me kick them in the huevos any more."  She took her pants off, giving me a quick peek of her pink panties and her round butt, and then sat down at the vanity and started wiping off her make-up.

"Huevos?  Is that Spanish for nuts?"

"Eggs, actually.  Same difference.  Nuts makes them sound sort of hard to crack.  They've never seemed that hard to crack to me."

By this point in the conversation, I was aware of just how desperately hard I'd gotten.  I shifted so that I was lying on my side in bed so it wouldn't be so obvious.

"Have you actually burst guys' balls?"

"No, not for real, I don't think.  But I've definitely left some guys walking funny."   She was turned away from me, and she pulled her work shirt over her head.

"A lot of guys?"

"A pretty good number.  Mostly customers who couldn't keep their hands off the goods.  None in the last month, though.  I hate these new restrictions.  I miss smashing guys in the crotch.  There's just something exciting about bringing a big tough guy to his knees."  Still facing away, she removed her bra.  I wanted so much for her to turn around.  But very shortly, she grabbed a thin spaghetti-strap tank top which was draped over a mirror and put it on.

"Sounds like you really like it."

She rose and walked towards the bed.  I admired what nice long, lean legs she had.  And she still looked very pretty without all her make-up.  On top of that, the jiggle of her big tits in her unsupportive top as she walked made me marvel at her figure.  "Oh, definitely.  Why all the questions about it?"

I panicked a little.  I didn't want to admit my fetish, although, really, I probably should've just gone for it.  "I've never been kicked in the balls," I lied, "and I have to admit that I'm wondering what it would be like for you to kick me."

"Well," she said, as she lay down on the bed.  "There's one sure way to find out."  She arched her back, sticking her tits out, and she gave me a sly smile.

I knew that this sort of opportunity would not soon come again.  So, hesitantly, I reached out for her right breast using my left hand.  Seeing me reach, she got an evil looking grin.  Undeterred, my fingers made contact.  I slid my fingers across the surface of her big, covered tit and then, I gave a gentle squeeze.

The moment I gave the squeeze, she suddenly rolled over onto me, forcing me onto my back and pushing me down on the bed with her hands.  My hand stayed where it was now feeling a breast which was pushing solidly against it, trapped under her weight.  I hadn't even really taken it all in when she delivered her first knee to my balls.  She was positioned perfectly and I felt her hard knee smash into my balls like a hammer, trapping them against my pubic bone.  I heard myself yelp when it happened and was so surprised by the pain that I did not even react.

As painful as that knee was, it wasn't nearly as bad as the one which followed a couple of seconds later.  Her knee smashed just as hard the second time, but this time trapped just my right ball.  That one nut absorbed the whole force of the hit, effectively getting it twice as hard as the previous blow.  My right nut felt like it was gonna explode and the pain was so much that I bucked her off me, rolling onto my stomach, holding my balls in my hands.  Soon, I started kicking the bed in pain.

"Wow.  Got you pretty good, that time, huh?"

I didn't really answer, being in too much pain.  After a minute or so, I still hadn't moved.  She asked again, "So, how was it?  Was it what you'd imagined?"  When I still didn't answer, she grabbed my by the shoulder.  "I'd better check for damage," she said, and she rolled me over.  When she did, she stifled a giggle.  "Oh, I see how things were."

I looked down and realized what had caused her reaction.  Despite the pain, I was still rock hard and now my cock had slipped out of the fly of my boxer shorts.

"So," she said, "you're one of those guys, huh?  That's good with me.  We get a guy who gets off on it in the strip club sometimes, too.  There's one of the strippers who usually kicks his balls during a lap dance, but I've wanted to take a run at him some time, too.  You're cuter than he is, though.  How much can you take?  I've watched them before and he can take a pretty hard busting.  How about you?"

"Not too much," I replied, quietly.

"Oh, I bet you can take more than you think," she said, smiling.  Then she grasped my left hand and moved it to her right breast.  I didn't try to resist.  Next she took my right hand and pressed it on her left breast and again, she leaned forward, pushing her torso against mine, resulting in her big, pliant breasts squeezing against my hands.  My cock twitched in excitement.  Suddenly she said, "Feeling me up again, you naughty boy!"

You would think I would've foreseen what was coming next, but in the excitement of the moment, I didn't.  She slammed her knee hard into my balls again.  This time, my left gonad got the brunt of the abuse, being smashed so hard that I felt nauseated and light-headed from the pain.  The pain also made me jerk, but she remained firmly on top of me and my hands were trapped there beneath her magnificent tits.

Once more she smashed her knee into my balls.  This blow hit both of them evenly, which was not quite as terrible, but still painful enough that I tried to call out.  The words died in my throat.

The third knee again struck both of my poor aching balls, the pain of each hit compounding the previous ones made this one perhaps the worst so far.  I jerked and spasmed afterwards, trying to throw her off and roll over, as I had done before, but my strength was being sapped by the knees to my balls, and she held me down firmly in place.

With gusto, she delivered a fourth knee which made me feel like my stomach was curled up in a knot.  I tried to squeak out a quick request for mercy.  A quiet "please" was all I could manage.  I tried to squeeze my knees together to protect my balls, but her knee was already between my thighs and I was having no luck stopping her.

"More knees please?" she asked.  She paused for just a moment, but before I could answer, she kneed me in the crotch once more, smashing my balls again forcefully against my pubic bone.  I grunted, my guts clenching and my balls aching worse than I had ever imagined.  I struggled to breath.

And then she kneed me one more time, even harder than before.  I jerked in pain and then went limp.  My hands fell to the side, no longer cupping her breasts and my legs went limp.  Sensing something was wrong, she rolled off me.

I found myself able to breath again, taking shallow breathes, trying to regain my focus.

"Aw, he's gone all limp now," she observed, disappointed.  "Well, I'll give you a little break.  Oh, or better yet, a little treat."  Saying that, she sat up in bed, grabbed the bottom of her tank top and slowly pealed it upwards.  As it reached her breasts, they rose up a little with it and then suddenly bounced down, coming free.  As I watched that, I suddenly wasn't thinking about the pain in my balls any more, and before I knew it, my cock was hard again.

"There we go," she said.  "Come here, I'll make it all better."  She lay down on her side, her breasts sticking out in front of her, lying one on top of the other, and she used her left hand to pulled my head over until my face was pressing into her breasts.  I felt extremely lucky to have my face there in her boobs until I felt her other hand curl around my balls.

"Oh, no," I said.

"Oh, yes," she said, and began to squeeze.  My balls were so tender already and her grip was so strong, that the pain was immediate.  I started to thrash in pain, and she responded by pushing my head more forcefully against her boobs.  My rational side was telling me that this was all very painful and a bad idea, but my hard cock was running the show, and between the big soft boobs in my face and the firm grip on my nuts, it was rock hard.  Even as she then began to start pulsing harder squeezes, my member did not flag in the slightest.  It made me squirm more, but she just pressed me for firmly into her naked cleavage.

I have no idea how long that squeezing went on.  The combination of pleasure and sexy pain was so overwhelming that it shut down my sense of time.  There was nothing in my universe but huge, squishy breasts and agonized balls.  All I know is that somewhere in there she started kneading them and squeezing one ball at a time and that when she did finally let me go, my balls were still sore afterwards.

 I rolled back over onto my back and looked at the ceiling and just tried to breath normally and reorient myself to a universe which included more than pain and boobs.

"So, pretty good, yes?" she asked.

"That was amazing, but my balls hurt so much," I said.

"I thought that was the point?" she questioned.

"Well, yeah, but I have my limits."

"How will you find your limits if you don't exceed them, though?"  I wasn't sure how to answer.  As I thought about it, she reached over and with two fingers began to lightly stroke my cock, which twitched like mad in response to her lightest touch.  "How about this," she said, "I'm starting to wear out some.  If you can take ten kicks to the balls, I'll allow you to get off, and, well, I'll probably help."

"I'm not sure I can take that much."

"Well, you don't have to let me, but then, you don't get to come."  She let go of my cock and reached over and squirted some floral smelling lotion into her hand from a bottle on her nightstand.  She wrapped her hand around my cock and with a good squeeze, began to stroke it up and down, this time really feeling like she was milking me.

I wasn't sure what she was playing at, but the hand-job felt absolutely great.  Her breasts jiggled gently as her hand moved up and down and between the strong ache still lingering in my balls and gazing at her amazing figure, in about a minute I was ready to come.

Just as I could feel myself approaching the point of no return, she stopped cold.  I gasped in frustration.  "So," she said, giving me a grin, "ten kicks or is it bedtime?"

I don't know if I can blame the lingering effects of the alcohol or just how damned hard and twitching my cock was or maybe the feeling that this was an opportunity that wouldn't come again, but I found myself, before I had even thought it through, blurting out "Sure.  I can take ten kicks."  As soon as I said it, I regretted it.  I hadn't really been able to take two knees and now I had just agreed to ten kicks.  Was I crazy?

Before I could think too much about it, though, she was pulling me to my feet.  She had me stand near the end of the bed and spread my legs.  I put my hands at my sides and before I even knew what was happening, her foot slammed into my groin like a rocket, the top of her foot smacking my balls hard back against me and then, as it slowed just a little forced them against my pubic bone.  The pain was intense, and I staggered from the hit and then collapsed slowly to the floor, holding my balls.  This hit hadn't been as bad as the worst of the knees, but my balls were still so tender from before and this was pretty bad.

She came over to me and helped pull me to my feet.  I was a little shaky, but able to stand.  "One," she said.  I spread my legs again.  She stepped back.  Then she slowly moved her right foot forward towards my balls, lining up her shot.  She pulled her foot back quickly, and I instinctively covered my crotch.  "Put you hands on your head," she ordered.  Reluctantly, I put them there, locking my finger together on top of my head.  She lined up again and swung her foot back.  I tensed my hands up, but managed to keep them where they were.  Her foot swung forward with her toes pointed and the top of her foot caught both balls square on, knocking them hard, even though, fortunately, not squishing them against anything.  I gasped from the impact, but the pain wasn't as debilitating as the previous shot.  I managed to stay on my feet, though my knees bent a little.  And I even managed to keep my hands on my head.  "Two," she said, smiling.

For her third kick, she swung back really far and delivered not just a swing of her leg into my balls, but a real front-snap kick where she got her whole leg into it.  When her foot hit my balls, it smashed them right against the pubic bone harder than even her knees had.  I was immediately wracked with pain.  I collapsed onto the floor and curled into the fetal position, clutching vainly at my balls.  I twitched and rolled there, trying not to cry.

She stood over me, hands on her hips, large breasts jutting out proudly and said, "Three."  Then, while, I was lying there, she reached down and took hold of my cock again and gave it a couple of quick strokes.

My penis was still hard despite the kick, and her touch felt amazing.  She gave me a half dozen gentle strokes and then urged me to get back to my feet.  Urged on by her attention to my cock, I tried to stand up, but it was no use.  My cock was willing, but my legs were not.  Instead, I stayed seated and she helped me to spread my legs apart.  My balls were hanging low, just off the floor.  She took my hands in hers and lifted them up so that I could not block and then she went and stood very close to my crotch.  She swung back her right foot and smashed it quickly into my balls.  Her big toe impacted my left nut smashing it back against me.  It was smashed against the bottom of my buttock which is fortunately not nearly as hard as my pubic bone, so I jerked from the pain but stayed in the same position.

"Four," she said.  Then she reared back her foot again and this time when her foot rocketed forward, I felt her big toe contact my right testicle smashing it back against my butt.  Again I jerked from the impact and a grunt escaped me.  This kick was harder than the last, but still bearable.

"Five," she said, smiling.  I stayed once more in the same position.  This time, she bent her toes and swung her leg in a different arc.  As her foot swung forward, I could see that it wasn't going to be a single toe, instead, as I felt the impact, I realized that the top of several toes had smashed across both balls, sending them flying.  The impact was harder this time, and I yelled from the agony.  I felt myself pitching forward against her legs and brought my own legs together tightly.  I just wanted to curl up in a ball, but where she was standing made that impossible.

She used her lovely legs to push me back up to a sitting position.  "Six," she said.  She pushed at my legs with her feet, trying to spread them apart so that she could take her next hit, but to no avail.  My legs were shut pretty tight and a little prodding wasn't going to move them.  Since the simple method had failed, instead she knelt down and pried at my legs with her hands.  My eyes were drawn to her ample breasts swinging beneath her as she did, but my legs still had a mind of their own.  She reached over and gave my cock a few tugs while she was down there and that did the trick.  After a couple of tugs, I was aching to cum again and her next attempt to spread my legs was successful.

She stood back up, and I expected her to deliver another kick like the previous one.  Instead, I was confused when she raised her foot up in the air.  She had small feet and had painted her toenails red.  She brought her bare foot down hard on my balls pushing them down to the floor as it came down and smashing them flat against the floor and pressing them there.  The pain was unbearable.  I thrashed in pain, my stomach in knots.  I was sure my balls were going to rupture.  She held it for a moment, her weight pressing down on my balls, and then finally let up.  The moment my balls were free, I somehow found the strength to scamper away on all fours as fast as I could like a wounded animal.  I wound up on the other side of the room, curled up on the floor, rocking back and forth with my balls in my hand.

She laughed as I scampered away.  And as I sat there rocking, she said "Seven," with a big smile on her face.  I would have guessed that the pain would have made me insensible, but somehow the opposite had happened.  The sheer pain of it, instead of inducing trauma had shot me full of adrenaline.  My body was gearing up for a fight-or-flight response, and I was feeling hyper-aware.  Not only was I very aware of how beaten up my poor balls were, but also of what else was happening in the room.  Things almost seemed like they were moving in slow motion.

And what was happening was that she was turning to face me and then her right hand was sneaking down into her panties.  I could see her starting to rub herself in her panties as her other hand cupped her breast and then started to pinch her nipples.  Clearly, my intense suffering was really getting her going.  At first, I just watched, with a mix of curiosity, wonder, and something that felt like fear.  But as I saw her keep rubbing herself until her breath started to get shallow and her legs started to quake, I could feel my fear fading and arousal taking its place.  Soon my cock was twitching again even as my balls ached far worse than they ever had before.

I could hear her starting to make quiet sounds to herself as she neared orgasm.  As she got there, she let out a big squeak and shuddered and almost fell over.  I could tell she didn't usually masturbate standing up.  I loved seeing her legs quiver and watching her orgasm.  And I loved seeing her play with her big tits and watching them shake as she came.  Watching that, my fear was gone, replaced completely by arousal.  At this point, my mind was turning over the possibility of letting her finish off the last few kicks.  The sexiness of what happened afterwards had pretty well made up for the pain of the stomp, at least as far as my dick was concerned.  Which is, of course, just more evidence that I'm an idiot.

And when she then, after recovering from her orgasm, came over to me, knelt down beside me and purred, "please?  Just three more," I obviously should have given a very negative response.

Instead, I found myself saying, "Okay, but no more stomps like that."

"Sure," she replied, a sparkle still in her eye.

I was still kind of weak in the legs myself, but she helped me crawl over to the bed and then to crawl up halfway onto it so that my head and shoulders were resting on it while my hindquarters was still off it.  She spread my legs about as far as they would go.  My butt was up in the air, and I could feel my balls dangling underneath.  Once she stopped positioning me and I heard her step back, I knew that the kick would come soon, and I tensed up.  My feet were spread so wide out, though, that they didn't really have much purchase, and I couldn't really move, as a result.  Since she was behind me, I didn't see the kick coming at all, but I sure felt it as the top of her toes punted my balls hard upward, sending them bouncing in the air.  I yelped from the pain, but in truth, it almost seemed mild in comparison to what I had been through.  My balls pulled some at the end of their cords before jerking back to the bottom of the sack.  I gritted my teeth as this happened, but even still, I felt like I could stand it.

I heard her say "Eight."  Then, as I was preparing for another kick, I head the click of heels behind me,  My first thought was that someone else was there, but then I realized that it just meant that she'd put her shoes she'd been wearing when she got home back on.  My memory was that they were black leather high heeled pumps with a strong point to the toe.

"With your shoes!?" I asked, or maybe I was pleading against, I'm not sure.

"Sure.  Just like I would at work," she answered sounding amused.

As I considered how I should respond, I suddenly felt the tip of her shoe slamming into my right ball.  This time, she stepped up a little more than the previous one and her foot carried through my ball, the point of the shoe spearing it against my pelvis.  I shrieked with pain and my body collapsed, my legs still spread, but now my feet were sticking way behind me and my butt was not in the air.  The pain was just as bad as the stomp, but localized to just my one testicle.

I expected to hear her say "Nine," but instead, I suddenly felt the sharp, forceful stab of the point of her shoe slam into my left nut.  It smashed my nut up against my pelvis just as the right had done, although this one glanced off of my cock on its way to being speared.  I could feel it distend so far from the impact that I thought it might burst, but it held together and I shrieked in pain once more.  I spasmed so hard from the pain that I would up sliding off the end of the bed and landing on the floor with a thump,  She giggled when that happened.

"Nine and ten.  I got you pretty good, it seems."

I could tell from the tone of her voice and the accuracy with which she had delivered those last two kicks that she knew exactly how hard she had gotten me.  I felt amazed that I was still intact.  I had made it through all ten kicks and earned my release, but I spent a good ten minutes just lying there.  While I was lying there, she went over to the bed, and I heard again the sounds of her playing with herself, but I couldn't see anything.  After I heard her cum, she came back over to me.

As I lay there, she went ahead and started putting on a little show for me.  She danced a little, swinging her tits in my direction and then showing off what a nice ass she had by turning it towards me, giving it a little spank, and then doing some bending over.  Eventually, when I did finally muster up the strength, I rose from the floor and she and I went and laid down on the bed.  She played with her tits while I began to jerk on my cock.  My balls were so, so sore, but that made me very, very horny.  And her figure and skin and pretty face were lovely.  I had only been stroking for about a minute, when I felt myself quickly approaching orgasm.  I arched my back and that's when she suddenly reached over and punched me in the balls.  I jerked forward in pain, but at the same time, my cock ejaculated a big geyser of hot cum all up to my chest.  I spurted again and again, making a big mess all over my stomach.

She giggled a little at how hard I'd come.  "Wow.  You really liked that."  She got up and found a hand-towel I could use to clean off all my jizz.  "That was a lot of fun," she said.  Then, both pretty spent, we pull the sheet up over us and went to sleep.

By the time I woke up, around noon, the house was almost empty.  The guys had all gone off to work, and the girls who had come home with them seemed to have left as well.  Only Melinda and I were still there.  I could hear her in the kitchen when I awoke.  My balls were still terribly sore when I woke up.  I gave them a quick glance, and they seemed intact, but bruised.  I decided to take a shower and do a more thorough examination.  I found a spare towel in the linen closet and headed into the bathroom.  I started the water running and then took a moment or two to really examine my nut sack.  It was not looking good at all.  I mean, it was all in one piece, but my balls were swollen up, probably about half again as big as normal and my scrotum was covered in bruises.  The worst was where the points of shoes had impacted, but the whole thing looked pretty roughed up, like it had been through a bar-fight or car accident or something.  Of course, I knew the truth, and just thinking about it made me start to get hard again.

I was surprised to hear the bathroom door open while I was in the shower.  She came in and explained that she needed me to make it quick because she had a lunch date with a friend.  While she was in there, she stopped to look at my balls to see how they were doing.  "Wow!" she remarked, "Did I do all of that?"

"Definitely," I replied, "they weren't bruised or nearly this big when I came here last night."

"That's really hot," she said.  "I didn't mean to get quite that rough, though."

"It's okay," I assured her.  "It was too much in the moment," I said, "but that was definitely a sexy night I'll always remember."

I was shocked when she reached in and gave them one quick firm squeeze.  I yelped in surprise.  She smiled.  "All in one piece still, I see," she said.  "Hurry up, though.  I've got to go soon.  Oh, and do you need me to drop you off somewhere?"

"My car's at the steakhouse."

"Okay, no problem, but we definitely should leave soon.  Were you planning to jerk off in the shower?"

"Uh," I wasn't really prepared for the question and just sort of stammered.

The fact that I hadn't said "no" was all the information she needed.  "Okay, well then I'd better help speed you along.  Think of it as an extra reward for the beating from last night.  I didn't mean to leave you that badly bruised."  She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt and she pulled the t-shirt over her head.  Next, she unhooked her big bra, letting her tits free.  "Go on, start stroking."  I didn't need to be told twice, and I started stroking my stiffening cock there in the stream of water from the shower.  She reached in and grabbed my balls again, both squeezing them and pulling them down and away from my body.  She squeezed them with just enough force to make them ache worse.  Even with how sore they were, this was sexier than it was painful.  I was stroking like a madman, and when she started using her other hand to shake and jiggle her tits, I started spurting all inside the shower.

After the orgasm and the aftershocks were over, she told me to clean myself up but to hurry up.  Then she put her bra and t-shirt back on and left the bathroom.  I finished my shower and put my same clothes back on.  When I got out, she was waiting for me with her keys in her hand.  As I was putting my shoes on, she told me that she would love to kick me again sometime.  So as she drove me back to the steak house, she gave me her number and I put it in my phone.  I sent her a text message so that she'd have my number, too.

She dropped me off at my car, and I drove back to Dave's place to change clothes.  My balls were aching in the car, but basically feeling okay until the jostling of walking up the stairs to his apartment intensified the pain once more.

For the next several days, my balls continued to ache and I'd sometimes get sharp pains when they were jostled.  Any time I went to the bathroom, I'd check on my balls to make sure that they were still okay.  I spent my time much as before, except that I jerked off to my memory of her busting my balls every evening when I was alone.

On the second day after, I got a text message from Melinda asking me how they were doing.  I told her how tender they still were.  She asked me if I wanted her to make it worse.  I told her that I wanted to heal up more first, but in truth, I also felt pretty scared.  The idea of letting her abuse them more was a big turn-on, but well, I did not want to risk losing them.

On the fourth day after, she sent me another text message asking me to come over that evening.  The idea of seeing her again was very exciting, but I wussed out and told her that I had other plans already.

The next day, it was time for me to drive back home to Escondido because I had a job interview the day after that.  I found that despite having wussed out the night before, I didn't want to leave town without seeing her at least once to say goodbye.  So, at about noon, when I had the car all packed, I went over to the hospital and said goodbye to Dave.  Then I texted her to see if she was free.  She turned out to already be at work, but she said that in the afternoon, things would be slow and she was sure she could get at least a short break.  So, after using my phone to figure out where the town strip club was, I headed over there.  When I got there I texted her again, and she told me to wait in the parking lot: that she would be out in about ten minutes or so when she got her break.  So I played games on my phone and waited.

When I saw her heading towards the car, I immediately felt excited to see her.  She was wearing the same cleavage-showing top, but this time with a pencil skirt, dark stockings, and the same high heeled shoes from before.  She saw me in the car and headed my way.  I could see her cleavage bouncing in her top as she walked, and it looked amazing.

She came and sat down in the passenger seat in the car.  "Are they still bruised?" she asked, skipping the normal greetings.

"Yeah," I said.

"Can I see?" she asked.  I unzipped my pants and pulled down the waistband of my underwear, flopping my balls out on top.  The bruising was yellowing at this point, instead of being all black and blue, but they were obviously still bruised.  The swelling was mostly gone.  "Wow," she said.  "Definitely still bruised.  How tender are they?"

"Still kind of tender."

Without warning, she reached over and grabbed them.  "Let me see how tender," she said, smiling.  She began to squeeze first kind of gently, but then harder.  As she started to clamp down pretty well, the pain was too much and I started to squirm and I grabbed her wrist.  "Ah," she said, smiling even wider, "that tender."

Without letting go of my balls, she leaned over, and to my surprise, kissed me.  I returned the kiss, enjoying the soft feel of her lips against mine.  But to my further surprise, she used her other hand to make a fist and punched me really hard right in my trapped nuts.  The hard unexpected punch to my tender nuts made me start to curl up from the sudden pain, but she used her lips to hold me back in my seat.

She punched my nuts a second time.  This time one of her knuckles got me exactly on the right testicle, smashing to against the fingers of the hand which was holding it and I howled in pain, pulling away from her kiss.  I squeezed my legs together, but her hand held tight around the base of my balls.

"It's okay," she said.  "Just a couple of punches to remember me by."  But still she didn't release my balls from her hold.  I had told her in the text message that I was leaving town today and why.  "Good luck with the job interview.  If you don't get the job, will you be coming back here for a while?"

"Yeah," I answered, "should be.  Dave's gonna need a little help when he gets out of the hospital and if I'm not busy, I thought I might come back up and help out."

"If you do, let me know.  I'd love to bruise your balls again some time."

"I'd like that too," I replied, smiling, despite the grip she had on my sack.

She gave my balls a sudden tug and I pitched forward in pain, and then she let go.  "I'll see you around," she said and climbed out of the car.  I watched her hips sway as she walked back to the club.  My cock was rock hard, and my balls were tender again.  I spent the whole nine hour drive home thinking about what she might do to my poor aching balls next time and all the things I wanted to do to her, like suck her nipples or actually fuck her.  After the kiss, I felt like everything was on the table, although I wondered at what cost things might come.

But then, once I got home, the interview went great and they wanted me to start immediately so I didn't wind up going back to help Dave.  So far I haven't gotten back up there to see her again, it is a good long drive, but maybe I can use some vacation time in a couple of months.  We'll see.

Alexis

He hadn't been expecting anyone that night, so the knock on John's apartment door startled him.  He was even more startled to find Alexis at his door.

"Hey, John, can I come in?"

"Uh, sure.  I mean, please." He ushered her in and closed the door behind her as she entered.  "So, uh, what brings you here?"  John was really quite surprised to see her there.  She was his ex-girlfriend's friend, far more than she'd ever been his.  Not that he would've minded her friendship.  She was nice and, well, really attractive.  It's always a little bit of a let-down when you meet your hot girlfriend's friends and discover that one of them is distinctly hotter.  Erica had been pretty cute: blond, thin, perky, pretty face and had fairly nice breasts.  But Alexis was both prettier and bustier.  She had the smoothest pale skin and dark brown hair which framed her absolutely lovely face.  She was tall, probably five foot ten or eleven, with long, nicely formed legs.  And she had great tits.  They were big and round and perky, and John just wanted to stick his face in them every time she was wearing something low-cut.  Tonight, though, she was wearing her business clothes: a silk blouse with a blazer over it, a loose knee-length skirt, hose, and low heels.  She had her hair up, and she looked really pretty in it, but she looked like she'd just come from the office despite the fact that it was 8pm.

"Well, John, there's something that I'd like to talk with you about.  I, um, well.  ... Oh, nevermind, I shouldn't have come."  She started to turn back towards the door.  He worried that if she left, he'd never see her again.  It'd been months since Erica dumped him, and until now he hadn't seen Alexis even once.

"It's okay.  Whatever it is, you can tell me.  I promise."

She turned back towards him, her pale blue eyes meeting his gaze.  "Well, I, uh, ..."

"You look like you came straight from the office.  Have you eaten?"

"No, I, well, I guess I haven't," she said.

"I finished supper, but I've got some left.  Would you like some spaghetti and salad?"

"Sure," she said, seeming a little more relaxed.

"Okay, it'll be a few minutes.  I need to boil more noodles," he said, heading to the kitchen area to put the pot back on the stove.  "Here, come have a seat at the table.  Would you like some wine?"

"A little might be good."

He got the leftover sauce and salad out of the refrigerator and poured her a glass of red wine.  He took some salad and the glass of wine over to her.  "So, how have you been?  I don't think I've seen you since Erica dumped me."

"I've been okay.  Work is being kind of frustrating, but otherwise things are good.  How about you?  How was the break-up?  I know that Erica can be kind of heartless sometimes."

"Well, it did catch me a little by surprise, but I got over it.  I hadn't always been happy in the relationship, either.  She wasn't bad to be with, but she was sometimes kind of inflexible.  It tended to be her way or the highway.  And, well, more than that, she expected me to know what her way was even if she didn't tell me.  And if I didn't do things her way, she'd get pissy.  The break-up was a big shock because I'd thought that I was getting the hang of it and things seemed to be settling down.  So I was surprised, but really it was also kind of a relief.  Some couples just aren't really meant to be together."

"I know what you mean.  None of my relationships have ever really worked out.  I don't think that any of the guys I dated were bad people, really, but clearly none of them were really right for me.  I often feel like the guys I dated never really respected me for who I am."

"Yeah, that sort of thing happens a lot.  You're really pretty, and I think that guys often focus on that right off.  Guys often don't really respect pretty women because they're too busy thinking about trying to get into their pants."

"I know.  I'm sick of it.  Guys see my big boobs and assume that I'm an airhead.  I don't get it.  I think that's been the problem at work too.  It's been a man's world there.  The other salesmen treat me like I'm dumb just because I'm a girl.  I get more sales than any of them, and if any of them ever acknowledge that, they suggest that it's just because of my tits.  It's not fair.  I mean, yeah, there are sometimes sleazy guys who want to sleep with me, but they don't ever give me sales.  They always offer me a sale, if I put out: as if I'm some sort of literal corporate whore.  Most of my sales are from women.  I get sales because I know my products and I know my clients.  I do the research while most of the other salesmen just half-ass it and try to skate by on charm.  And then they think I'm the bimbo.  It just sucks."

"It looks like the noodles are ready.  I'll be right back."  John headed back into the kitchen to strain the noodles and microwave the sauce.  In a couple minutes, he returned, carrying a steaming plate of spaghetti.  "Here, you go.  I'm sure you'll feel better once you get some food in you."

"Thanks," she said, digging into the pasta.

"So, I'm always glad to have your company, but I can't help but wonder why you came by tonight."

"Well, I don't know.  I'm having second thoughts.  Maybe I should just eat my supper and go."

"Look, at this point, you've got to tell me.  I'm certainly going to die of curiosity otherwise.  If you were going to turn back, you should've done it before you knocked on my door.  At this point you're committed to at least telling me what you're thinking about."

"Well, okay.  Well, uh, it's sort of related to the guys at work.  You ever want to get even with someone?  You ever have revenge fantasies?"

"Not a lot, but every now and again, sure."

"Well, there are these two guys at work who keep popping up in my head in my revenge fantasy.  I keep imagining myself kicking them in the balls over and over until they beg me to stop and take back everything they said."

John swallowed hard, trying to conceal his interest.  He'd been into ball busting for a long time and her fantasy sounded very sexy.  He could just imagine her doing it to some guy and the thought was turning him on.  "They must be treating you pretty badly.  But what's that got to do with me?"

"Well, girlfriends sometimes tell each other things about the guys they're dating.  And well, Erica, she told me about the time you asked her to kick you in the balls.  She seemed to think it was really weird, but I've known guys with far stranger fetishes.  And this revenge fantasy of mine has really gotten stuck in my head.  So I was thinking that if I could live it out, maybe I would get over it.  So, I came here tonight to ask you if you'd help me live out my fantasy."

By this point, John's cock was throbbing in his pants.  "Sure.  I mean, yeah, yeah, I'd love to.  I guess we can hash out the details as you finish eating."

"Sure.  Great.  I've never done anything like this before, so if it's okay I'd like to ask you some questions."

"No problem.  Ask away."

"Have you had a girlfriend kick you in the balls before?"

"Only one previous girlfriend.  When I was in high school, it took me a little bit to figure out what my fetish was.  I knew that I found certain girls extra attractive, and Sheila was one of them.  It wasn't until we'd been dating a bit that I started to think that maybe it was because I'd seen her kick a guy in the balls.  The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I found that sort of thing really hot.  So eventually I asked her to kick me in the balls.  She did and I think that she basically enjoyed it, but it wasn't really a turn-on for her so although we did it a few more times, it was mostly just something she did to please me."

"Does it hurt?"

"Oh yeah, it hurts quite a bit.  In some ways that's a big part of the point."

"So if it hurts why do you want to be kicked there?"

"Well, it's a big turn-on for me.  I don't know why it gets me going, but I do know that it does.  Something can be really painful and really sexy at the same time, and that's how I feel about getting my balls busted by an attractive woman."

"So, will it turn you on if I kick you in the balls?"

"Definitely."

She was finishing up the last of her pasta.  "All right, then let's do this."

"If it's okay with you, I'm going to use 'safeword' as my safeword."

"Um, okay, what's a safeword?"

"It's something that I'll call out if things have gone too far for me, if I can't take it any more.  We have a safeword so that in case we're roleplaying and we want to be able to say 'no' or 'stop' in character without the other participant actually stopping."

"That sounds good.  In my fantasy the male salesman is on his knees begging me to stop by the end."  John could feel his cock twitching in his pants once she said that.

"So, what else happens in this fantasy of yours?"

"Well, not too much, really.  Essentially, I'm working when he says something really sexist to me and then I respond by kicking him in the nuts.  Then maybe he gets upset and calls me a name and I kick him in the nuts again.  And then he starts begging for me to stop, but I don't."

"Okay, I can handle that.  I'm ready if you are," he said getting up from the table and motioning her to follow him into the living room part of the apartment.

She suddenly felt very nervous, realizing that they were really going through with it.  She strongly considered changing her mind and backing out, but he was so cute and willing and she really did want to try living out her revenge fantasy.  So, she got up from the table and followed him.

"Okay," he said, sneaking a last look at how nicely built she was.  She really looked hot in her business attire.  She had on a matching jacket and moderate length grey skirt and underneath she had a white button-up blouse.  She was wearing some form of stockings and black leather pumps with a pointy toe and an open top, and he knew that soon they'd be hitting him in the groin which filled him with anticipation.  "Ready?"

"Yeah," she said, smiling.

He spread his legs just a little farther apart than normal to make sure she had an easy target.  And then she could see his face become less relaxed as he put on a little bit of a sneer.  And then he spoke, "Hey, toots!  How many sales did your tits make this week?"

Her response was a swift, stiff-legged kick aimed right at his crotch.  She swung her right leg hard and relatively fast directly into his balls, pointing her toes as she swung so that the top of her foot struck his balls.  She could feel, very precisely, the moment when his balls bounced off the top of her foot, and was amazed to feel a little jolt of electricity in her crotch when it happened.  His response was a sharp intake of air followed by staggering back a step or so and bending over at the waist.  It had clearly affected him, but he didn't fall.

After taking a moment to get his breath back, he spoke again.  "What did you do that for, you dumb bitch?"

She took that, rightly, as her cue to kick him again, and, just as he was straightening up, she stepped in with an even harder snap kick.  This time, he didn't make any noise but went down hard, the kick immediately overwhelming him.  Again she felt excitement when her foot impacted, but this time also even a little more excitement when she saw him crumple to the floor as a result.

"Had enough?" she asked.

After a few seconds, he managed to raise himself up onto his knees and assume a begging posture.  "Please," he said, "Don't kick my balls any more.  I'll do whatever you want."

"Oh, did I overdo it?" she asked, breaking character.

"No, no, it's fine.  I'm just doing the begging part," he said.

"Oh, right," she said, feeling a little sheepish.  Getting back in character, she reached down with her foot and rubbed his balls a little.  "So," she said, "you don't want me to kick these anymore.  Well, then, say you're sorry."

"I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for?"

"I'm sorry for being so mean."

"Promise me you'll never do it again."

"I'll be nice, I promise."

"I don't believe you," she said and drew her foot back for another big kick.  This time, his balls were still aching badly and his instinct was to close his legs and avoid it, but he managed to fight that instinct just long enough to let her get her shot in.  Her foot came forward at a tremendous speed and this time, the pointed tip of her shoe struck him directly in his right nut.  Waves of pain filled him as his testicle distended from the impact.  He collapsed to the ground senseless, his mind and spirit completely broken from the pain.  She saw him collapse, and felt that perhaps she'd over done it.  She felt bad, but she also could not help but notice that she felt more aroused than she had since she was a teenager.

But when a couple of minutes passed without him getting up or moving around, she began to get concerned.  "Are you okay?" she asked.

He sort of grunted in return, but didn't really say anything intelligible.

She thought for a moment or two and then decided on a course of action.  "I'm going to check to make sure you're all right," she said.  She wanted to get a look at his balls and make sure that they were still intact.  His hands were cupped in the general area of his crotch, but his arm muscles were so limp, that she had no trouble undoing his belt, the top button of his pants, and his zipper.  Then she pulled his pants down just enough to be able to get to his briefs.  He was wearing a tight pair of briefs and she could see the outline of where his cock was and where his balls were.  She was a little surprised to see that his cock, although not fully erect, still seemed to be somewhat inflated.  But to examine his balls, she needed to pull his briefs down, which she did.  The skin of his scrotum was a bright pink as a result of the kicking she'd given him, but his balls seemed to be intact.  She felt both of them, checking around them, and both were definitely still whole.

She noticed, as she finished her handling of his balls, that his cock was now fully hard, and when she looked up to his face, she saw that he was looking back at her and smiling.

"That was quite a kick," he said.

"But you're all better now?" she asked.

"Well, they're still pretty sore, but I'm okay."

"I was worried that I'd damaged you."

"Well, that's not impossible, but testicles are tougher than most people expect.  You just overwhelmed me for a bit with the pain.  It's okay."  Noticing her glancing back down at his hard cock, he added "I hope that my erection doesn't bother you, but that was really sexy."

She responded by smiling at him, and then leaning over and giving him a really forceful kiss.  He returned her kiss, and she responded by getting even more aggressive, rolling him onto his back and kissing him harder.  She pressed her chest onto his, squishing her big breasts against him.  She grasped his hard cock with one hand, squeezing it to feel just how thick and firm it was.  She kicked her shoes off.  Then she unzipped her skirt.

She pulled back from the kissing for just a bit to start unbuttoning his shirt.  She ran her hands across his chest, and then kissed him some more.

She paused again for a moment.  "Let's head to your bedroom," she said, as she leaned back to kneeling and then got to her feet.  As he got to his feet, his pants and underwear fell to the floor around his ankles.  Before he got a chance to step out of them, Alexis grabbed him by the balls and started pulling him to the bedroom.  "Come on," she said, smiling, as she headed towards the bedroom, pulling him along behind.  He shuffled as quickly as he could and was just able to keep up.

When the got to the bed, she gave him a last tug towards it and released her grip.  He wound up sitting down on the bed, and took the moment to get off his shoes and socks and then shed the rest of his clothes, leaving him naked.  He lay back on the bed and watched her as she took off her jacket and then removed her skirt.  He could see that she was wearing red panties and that she was wearing stockings and garters rather than pantyhose.

He reached down and started to stroke his hard cock.  He watched as, she started to unbutton her shirt from the top.  He admired her long, slender legs as he stroked, but when she got down to about the fourth button, he instead found himself staring at her generous chest.  Once her bra came into view, he could see that it was red, matching her panties, and holding up some quite sizable breasts.  Despite its big cups, her bra showed off quite a bit of cleavage.

Once she got her shirt off, she climbed into bed with him.  The began kissing again, her pressing her underwear-clad body against his naked body.  Their lips mashed against each other passionately, and soon their hips began to push against each other as well.  His hard cock rubbed on the outside of her panties as his hips started to grind against her.

"How are your balls doing?"

"They're okay."

"Can they take some more?"

"You want to role play some more?"

"No, but I do want to hurt your balls some more.  That was," she paused for a moment trying to decide what to say, "fun."

"Well, the more turned on I am, the more I can take."

"If I take my bra off, can I knee you in the balls?"

"Absolutely."

She had to sit up in bed in order to undo the clasp.  He watched eagerly as she slowly lowered the cups off of her ample bosoms.  Seeing her pink, puffy nipples for the first time made his cock twitch in excitement.  She cast the bra away and leaned in, flattening her naked breasts against his firm chest.  Her lips wound up beside his ear and she whispered, "Get ready."

She balanced on her right knee and then slammed her left knee into his naked balls.  He grunted.  She reared it back and did it again, this time even a little harder.  His nuts flattened against his pubic bone and he let out a pained moan but managed to just barely hold it together and keep from closing his legs.  She pulled her knee back again, holding it in the air for a couple of seconds.  Then she brought it down hard again, nailing him right in the balls.  He bucked against her some from the pain.  Then, in quick succession, she kneed him three more times, hard and fast.  The cumulative effect was overwhelming and he let out a little whimper and then curled up into the fetal position, rolling out from under her onto his side.

She sat up and watched him lying there in pain.  Without even thinking about it, she found her right hand sliding under her panties to idly stroke her clit.  Busting his balls had been so exciting that without meaning to, she soon found herself approaching orgasm.  Soon she was rubbing her clit vigorously with her right hand as she squeezed her left nipple with her left hand.  She closed her eyes as an intense, thrashing orgasm came over her.  Between the initial one and the aftershock which followed, her eyes were shut for a couple of minutes.  And when she opened them, she found that he had rolled back over on his back and was watching her with his hard cock in his hand.

"You seem to have recovered," she remarked.

"Oh, they're still pretty sore," he said.  "You got me pretty good.  But, not so sore that seeing that wouldn't turn me on."

She smiled.

"So," he continued, "there are condoms in the nightstand if you want to …"  He let the suggestion trail off.

"It's pretty tempting," she said, "but I have a rule that I don't sleep with a guy on the first date.  You can stroke if you want to, though.  Will your sore balls make you get off faster or slower?"

"Definitely faster.  Sore balls are definitely a turn on.  I mean, it might be hard for me to get off while you were busting me, but afterwards, I'm so horny."

"Oh, that sounds like fun."

"What does?"

"Busting you while you try to get off."

"I've never done that."

"You want to try?"

"Yeah, sure."

"It'll be like a contest.  I'll bust your balls while you jerk your dick.  You win if you get off.  I win if you give up before you come."

"What do I get if I win?"

"Whoever wins decides what ball-busting role-play we do next time."

"Next time?"

"I'm not doing anything tomorrow night.  How about you?"

"Uh, yeah, tomorrow would be great."  John smiled widely.  It sounded like he'd just gotten himself a gorgeous ball-busting girlfriend.

"Okay," she said, "spread your legs so I can go sit in between them."

He lay on his back and spread his legs apart.  She climbed over and sat between his knees, facing him.  "Time to start stroking," she said.

He began to slowly stroke his hard cock.  She cocked her fist back and got him with a glancing blow in the left nut.  The combination of watching her big breasts swing as she punched with the feeling of getting a punch in the nuts brought him steadily closer to orgasm.  He could feel himself tensing up in readiness.

Then he watched her rear her other fist back.  His right nut was still sore from before and he knew a hit on it was going to be painful.  His excitement increased in anticipation of the strike, but when her fist came down and got him forcefully right in his tender nuts, he had trouble keeping going.  His erection softened just a little.  So he picked up his pace, yanking his cock quickly up and down to try to get his erection back to completely hard.  Her next punch connected quickly afterwards.  This one hit his left nut, but it was much harder than the first one.  It interrupted his concentration and he could feel his erection slipping away.

Her next punch was forceful and right on his right nut.  He felt her knuckle dig right into his tender right testicle, making him wince in pain.  His cock was almost completely flaccid, but he kept stroking.  Next, other her fist came down and smashed his left nut.  He grunted and his cock dwindled.  When her next punch came to his increasingly tender right nut, he was engulfed in pain.  He didn't make a conscious decision to give up on the stroking, but his hand moved off of his cock and switched to sheltering his balls as he closed his legs and rolled away from her.

She chuckled just a bit when he became overwhelmed.  "Guess I got you pretty good."  He didn't reply.  She rubbed his shoulder.  "You'll be okay."  She lay down and snuggled up against him and waited.

After a few minutes, he said quietly, "Yeah, you got me pretty good."

"I guess that means that I get to choose the next one.  Hmm.  Maybe bored housewife and horny plumber who makes inappropriate advances."

"Sounds good.  I was really close there at first.  I almost got off towards the start.  But my right nut was so tender from before that the blows to it overwhelmed me."

"Well, we could try again with me just busting your left nut if you want."

"Give me a couple more minutes and I'm game."

"Since you've already lost, if you don't get off this time, no masturbating for you after I leave.  But, if you want, you can play with my boobs some before we start to get you ready."

He realized that in all the busting and excitement, he hadn't actually touched her bare breasts with his hands at all.  "Okay, deal."

He rolled over onto his back, expecting that he'd then roll further over to face her, but instead, she climbed up onto him and then leaned back.  Her crotch was even with his, but her big breasts jutted out in front of her.  She leaned forward just a little so that he could easily reach her tits.  He reached up with both hands, and took hold of her breasts.  He squeezed her big tits gently in his hands.  As he knead them, his cock soon grew erect again, pushing against her still covered crotch.  He gave each of her nipples a little squeeze and his cock was rock hard.

"Okay, let's go," she said, moving back so that her breasts were out of easy groping range.  Unable to reach her boobs, he put his right hand on his cock and started stroking.  She reached down and gently pried at his legs, indicating that he should spread them.  He obliged.  She used her left hand to take hold of his left ball, encircling it with her index finger and thumb.  She squeezed in enough to make sure that it wasn't going anywhere and then she made a fist with her right hand.  He could feel himself moving steadily towards orgasm when her fist hit his ball hard.  Trapped, with no where to go, the ball distended as her first impacted it.  The pain made him pause his stroking for a second to catch his breath.  But before he was able to, her fist quickly hit his ball again and then once more.  His left nut was in ever so much pain.  The combination of the tight hold on it and the hard punches were taking their toll on him quickly.  He went back to stroking for just a moment, trying to fight the withering of his erection, but as soon as he did, her fist hit his left nut again, this time even harder than the previous time.  He gasped in pain.  His hard-on had diminished to almost nothing at this point, and he could see where this was headed.  He held out for one more punch which left his left testicle pained and tender and he was sure he couldn't win.

"Uncle," he said.  "I give up."

"Okay," she said, "but one more quick one for good measure."  With that, she punched him one more time forcefully in his left testicle before letting it go.  He let out a squeak when the punch landed and she, inspite of herself, giggled a little.  "Well," she said, "I guess I'd better stop abusing your poor nuts and go home."

"You can stay and snuggle for a bit, if you want," he said.

"Sure," she replied.

So they snuggled in bed for a while, mostly just leaning against each other.  And then, after a little bit, they talked to each other.  They talked about ball-busting, but they also talked about their lives and their past love lives.  And by the time she put her clothes back on to head home, it was just after midnight.  They exchanged numbers and made their plans for the next night more specific.  And then they exchanged some very serious goodnight kissing.  And she went on her way with a new spring in her step and a new-found fascination with hurting testicles for sexual pleasure instead of just for revenge.  And he went to bed with two very sore balls and a still hard cock which kept leaking every time he thought about what had transpired this evening.