BallsBounty Epilogue

Previous Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

It was about ten months later, and everything had been going well.  Our personalities had really clicked, and I was loving having her as my girlfriend.  In addition to just the normal couple things, the ballbusting was amazing.  Kicking, kneeing, squeezing, slapping, pulling, and punching had all become a regular part of our foreplay.  Normally she’d take her top off and we’d spend about a half an hour with some mix of me worshipping her tits and her beating the crap out of my balls before we even got anywhere close to actual sex.

And when we did get to the sex that was amazing, too.  She would always ride on top of me and once I was inside, she liked making these tiny little motions where she leaned just a little forward or back in order to just barely move the tip of my cock against her g-spot.  It would make her cum so hard, but I barely got any stimulation.  So usually, I would be there rock hard inside her while she got off over and over again for a half hour or so.  And then sometimes she would move more and let me cum inside her, but more than half the time, she would just slide me out and tell me that she was done with me.  Let me tell you, nothing brings on the blue balls quicker than that.

I often had to wait two or three days between orgasms, so I was pretty horny most of the time.  One time she had teased me for a week straight until I was a mess.

On this particular day, we’d had sex in the afternoon, after what was actually a much more gentle ball busting than usual, and it had ended, like it often did, with her just climbing off and leaving my hard cock waving in the air.  Afterwards, she’d changed into an outfit which seemed familiar for some reason, but I couldn’t quite place it.  The outfit was a very tight and short mini skirt which showed off her lovely legs and a very tight sweater which hugged her pointy tits.  Also, she very clearly wasn’t wearing a bra, which I thought was pretty damned sexy.

I had trouble keeping my hands off her, but she didn’t mind.  It helped that Emma had gone home for the weekend, so we had the place to ourselves.  Zepz wasn’t letting things go any further than the occasional grope, however.  And then, that evening, after dinner, while we were cuddling on the couch watching some television (and occasionally groping each other), there was a knock on her door.

“You should get that,” she told me.  So I did.

When I opened the door, I was very surprised to see Whitney.  “Oh, uh, hi!” I said.

“Hi!” she said with a big grin like she was excited about something, although I wasn’t sure what.  As she came in I realized that she was wearing the same outfit that Zepz was and that’s when it clicked why it was familiar: it was the exact same outfit that Whitney had worn when she’d kneed my balls at the start of the whole BallsBounty adventure.

“So, um, what’s up?” I asked.

But rather than let Whitney answer, that’s when Zepz intervened.  “Surprise!” she said.  “I’ve planned something special for you.”  When I turned to look, she was smiling as she got out a tripod and started to attach her phone to it.  She continued, “It occurred to me that when you were rescuing me, you didn’t really get to enjoy the ballbusting because you were worried about me and about what was going on.  And because it all happened so quickly.  So we’re doing it all over again.  I used BallsBounty to contact all the different girls who kicked or kneed you and explained the whole story, about how I got kidnapped and how you took all those kicks in order to save me, but also how you do have a fetish for it but hadn’t really gotten to enjoy it.  And they all agreed that you deserve a reward kicking, although some of them wanted another fifty dollars and Devya insisted that she get to wear the boots this time.”

I swallowed nervously at that news, but otherwise, my cock was now stiffening in my pants.

She continued, “So this time, we’re going to do things a little more slowly, one girl or group of girls per night.  And we’ll get video of all of them, and I’m going to participate too.  I even went tiny bikini shopping with Alyssa.”  Just thinking about that made my mouth dry and my cock hard.  “Oh, and some of them like Whitney here asked if they could do more than one kick, oh, knee in her case, and I told them that of course they could.”

“I need the practice,” Whitney said, smiling at me with a distinctly predatory grin.  I swallowed hard, remembering how hard the knee had been.

“And, of course,” Zepz continued with a grin, “like last time, no cumming until you rescue me.  How does that all sound?”

“It sounds amazingly hot,” I said, as I shut the door.  I turn towards them and spread my legs apart.  Zepz turned on the camera and Whitney began my first reward busting.

The End