Busting Brother's Balls
by Anon (address withheld)
Edited by Flying Fingers
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A brother, who is very close to his sister, is always
joking about having his balls busted. Finally, when his
sister's best friend's marriage breaks up, he finds
someone who really needs to bust his balls. (FFM, v)
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My name is Tom. I'm 25, white and OK looking. But my
younger sister, Amanda, who is 23, is absolutely
gorgeous. In fact, if she wasn't my younger sister, I'd
really want to fuck her! Her best friend is a girl
named Angela and she is also stunning. Unfortunately,
Angela has never let me even come near her.
Although none of Amanda's good looking friends consider
me worthy of their time, Amanda does. Ever since we
were little kids we've had a great relationship.
Because we grew up kind of in the boonies, neither of
us had a lot of friends, so we became best buds kind of
by default. But, that was OK. A little odd, I suppose,
but it worked for us.
As we grew up, we shared a lot. For instance, I know
when, where, how, and to whom Amanda lost her virginity
when she was only 14. And she took that step well
before me. To say I was a little slow romantically
would be an understatement; I didn't get laid until I
was 18, and even then it was with Amanda's help.
It seems she was friends with this hot pants girl named
Debbie. Well, one day Debbie mentioned that she was so
horny she was crawling the walls. Amanda, never missing
a beat, quickly volunteering me to scratch her itch. I
willingly obliged, though I later found out that Debbie
didn't think much of me or my abilities. But Amanda
told her to cut me some slack, that it was my very
first time and I was learning to do it and she knew
that I'd get better in the future. See, there was my
little sister, covering for me again, though I wished
she hadn't mentioned to Debbie, that that this was my
first time at 18! To be honest, I didn't really give a
shit, I was just glad to finally loss my cherry.
Because we were so close, Amanda and I could, and did,
talk about virtually anything. So it was that sometime
during our late teen years that I first joked to Amanda
about what it would feel like to have my balls busted.
Now, don't even bother asking me where this idea came
from, I haven't a clue. Some masochistic need buried
deep in my psyche, I suppose, its roots leading back
who knows where. All I know is that I've had these
feelings for a long time.
The idea repulsed her at first, and for some time
afterward, but as we talked about it more and more over
the next year or so, she gradually began to see things
differently. At first I think her desire to do it was
fueled less by her desire to actually hurt me, than by
the knowledge that this would be very arousing for me.
She finally realized how serious I was about it, how it
was really something I wanted to experience, or thought
I did.
It's funny, I can still remember the day Amanda and I
were talking about it and she told me that the more she
thought about ball bashing the more she liked it. She
told me that lately she had begun to have quirky
fantasies, imagining herself hitting or crushing my
balls, wondering just how much pain I could endure. And
that she thought it would be a lot fun to find out. She
went so far as to confess that the idea excited her so
much that she sometimes masturbated to it (yeah, I said
we were close!) and hoped we could maybe find out
sometime. Damn! I wanted to hug her, and I did!
Despite the foregoing, there was a lot of more normal,
playful stuff between us, too. I lost track of the
times I made comments about her very sexy bod,
especially her beautiful, 38-C sized breasts. (Yes, I
checked the tags on her bra!) She teased me back just
as much, implying that, if I was really nice to her,
maybe one day she might show them to me, although that
was as far as things actually went.
So, how did things go from fantasy to reality? Well,
many times when I've been over at Amanda's, her best
friend Angela would drop by the apartment. If anything,
Angela could be an even worse tease than my sister. She
also had nice tits, at least as big as Amanda's 38s,
more likely 40s or more, I'd guess. She also had long,
tanned legs and a beautiful, curvy ass, what some
people would call a bubble butt. She was hot and she
knew it. If she happened to be showering at Amanda's
for some reason when I was there, she'd always made
sure I somehow got just the quickest flash of part of
her breast, hair covered pussy, or rounded ass cheek
somewhere along the line. This was totally by accident,
of course; she was always careful never to give me more
the shortest, fleeting glimpse of her naked body.
A little background on Angela: she grew up in a very
rough family. Lots of brothers and sisters. Her father
was semi-employed at best and he drank a lot. She may
even have been abused for all I know. She was only 17
when she married a guy named Ned, probably as much to
get out of the house as anything.
As it turned out, this was no improvement either,
because Ned drank a lot too, and was often verbally and
physically abusive. A lot of the latter was of a sexual
nature, from what I later found out. And although
Amanda frequently pleaded with Angela to leave him, she
always stayed. She always thought he would change if
she gave it enough time. It used to make Amanda crazy
trying to figure out what kind of hold Ned had over her
best friend, and if there wasn't some way she could get
Angela to see things as they were.
In the end, it was Ned who eventually provided the
solution. He left her for some bimbo slut, and Angela
finally found the strength to divorce him. (I always
figured he had to be nuts to leave her.) If there was
any saving grace in the whole mess, it was that she had
managed to avoid getting pregnant.
In the aftermath of the divorce, Amanda tried to
reassure her friend, saying it was all for the better
and that things would work out, but it didn't seem to
help much. Amanda felt so bad that she even tried to
arrange some dates for her, but they mostly went
nowhere.
Some time later, Angela started counseling. As she
slowly came to understand what had happened, and why,
and her feelings about it, a huge amount of anger and
bitterness started coming to the surface. She was
trying to deal with it, but it was slow going. At that
point in her life it would not have been stretching
things to say that Angela was turning into a man hater.
Knowing what she had been through, I felt for her.
Nonetheless, I tended to keep my distance when she was
around because of the hostile vibes she often gave off.
After the divorce the girls spent more time together,
talking about a lot of things. During one of their many
conversations, Angela, who was still mad as hell at
Ned, mentioned in passing that she'd really love to
take her anger out on some guy's balls. It was just a
throw away remark, but Amanda suddenly recalled our
earlier conversations and had a brainstorm. She told
Angela that she understood her feelings completely and
they talked some more. Then, out of the clear blue, she
told Angela she could help her, that is if she wouldn't
mind substituting my balls for Ned's.
Angela was caught totally off-guard by this. She'd
always ignored me in the past; to her I was a non-
entity, just her best friend's older brother. She liked
to tease a little, maybe a lot, and she could be a
total bitch, but she'd certainly never thought of
hurting me. That all changed when Amanda explained to
her that the two of us had talked seriously about my
ball busting desires many times over the years,
stressing that we'd never done anything.
Amanda confessed that the whole idea really turned her
on, and said that she felt sure she could set something
up, especially if Angela would agree to, say, let me
see her breasts. Well, Angela suddenly became *very*
interested in me. To say she was excited by the
prospect of being able to inflict severe pain on a male
would be an understatement. So, the two of them decided
to put things into action as quickly as possible.
My sister asked me to drop by the apartment the next
Friday night. When I got there, she and Angela were
both wearing thong bikinis. They told me they had
bought new beachwear and wanted me to see how they
looked. Wow! Angela's was a bright yellow color and my
sister's was a day-glow lime. Neither hide much more
than the barest essentials.
To show off, they both spun in circles, tits bobbling
and asses swaying. Did I like their new suites, they
asked coyly. What could I say? I was surrounded by ripe
female flesh and trying to look everywhere at once. I'd
never seen either girl this close to naked, and I got
an immediate hard on. Angela noticed this, of course,
and made fun of me in such a crude, nasty way that I
was totally embarrassed. She did everything possible to
turn me on, then made me feel like I was some kind of
low life for reacting that way. Typical Angela. I was
pissed at her but also horny as hell.
It was then that Amanda started to draw me into their
plan. "Tom, do you remember when we used to talk about
ball bashing and you wondered about how much pain you
could take?" she asked. When I told her that I did, she
explained to me that she and Angela had spent a lot of
time talking about all the problems she'd had with ex-
husband. I already knew most of it. The upshot was that
Angela still had a lot of unresolved anger, and she had
a great desire to take it out on a man's balls. Doing
so would benefit both of us, she said; I would finally
get to explore my fantasy and Angela would get to
release a lot of her hostility.
Amanda stepped close to me then, so close that the
swollen tips of her big breasts were just grazing my
chest and looked at me with the brightest smile I can
remember, her eyes almost seemed to be shining. She
just looked up at me for a moment, then moved closer
still, to the point that I could literally feel the
heat coming from her nearly naked body. Then she went
into little girl mode. She ran her index fingers in
little circles and curly-cues over my chest. If I would
please, please be a nice big brother to her and allow
her good friend to bust my balls, she just knew Angela
would be very.....grateful, she said. She stressed that
last word, drawing it out slowly to give my imagination
a chance to play with the possibilities. Her friend was
really hurting, she went on, and wouldn't I help her?
Please? Most guys are a sucker for a woman in need,
so......what could I say? It's not like I didn't really
want it.
I pretended to think the whole thing over for a few
minutes. I drew things out as long as I could before I
finally agreed. And to be honest, I was having last
minute reservations. But, the die was cast. I felt a
mixture of excitement and anxiety wash over me as I
undressed. My raging hard on still hadn't gone away,
but there was nothing I could do about it now. I'm
about average in the cock department, not big but not
small either, but, from what I've been able to see, my
balls are on the biggish side. Well hung, you might
say. Both girls looked at me and giggled when I was
naked, which added to my uneasiness. Amanda wondered
out loud how many sisters had seen their big brothers
with a full blown erection.
Then, to my shocked surprise, Angela suggested that
both she and Amanda should take their bikini tops off
and show me their breasts. Kind of a reward in advance,
she said. After all, she knew how much I'd been dying
to see them. Her words conveyed a feeling of
condescension and sarcasm that normally would have put
me off, but at that point I was beyond caring. I didn't
think it was possible, but my cock throbbed even more,
almost to the point of pain!
When Angela turned around and actually asked me to
please take off her top I was so dumbfounded that I had
an attack of clumsiness and struggled for a moment or
two trying to undo the tiny piece of cloth that was
straining to hold in her breasts. I finally managed to
get it undone and pulled it off, making sure I brushed
my hand against her hard nipple in the process. Man,
her breasts really were beautiful, true works of art. I
felt my cock lurch once again.
Not wanting to be alone in her semi-nakedness, Angela
suggested I take Amanda's top off, too. I felt a bit
embarrassed because it was my own sister I was
undressing, but Angela told me, in her typically blunt
fashion, not to be so stupid, that Amanda was staring
at my hard cock. Which was true. So, I undid Amanda's
bikini top and removed it, but more slowly, kind of
like I was unveiling an elegant piece of sculpture in
museum.
Wow! I'd been wanting to see my sister topless for as
long as I could remember and I wasn't disappointed; she
had a pair of breasts that were out of this world. I'd
never seen one set of tits that close to perfection,
let alone two at one time. With some satisfaction I
noted that I had been right, Angela was bigger busted
than my sister, though not by too much. To balance
things out, however, Amanda had much larger nipples, a
definite turn on for me.
With the undressing completed, Amanda took my arm and
walked me over to her kitchen table, then told me to
hold out my nut sack so my balls rested on the table.
She told me to hold them long ways so they would get
hit on the top. I did so, but I was beginning to feel a
little more apprehensive. Until this moment the whole
thing had been unreal, just a crazy fantasy of unknown
origin, something I never thought I'd be acting out.
Now I was wondering, could I possibly damage my
manhood? Or lose it altogether? I did want this, didn't
I?
Angela told Amanda she should go first because she'd
been waiting foot this a lot longer. Whether this was
true I didn't know, but I felt Amanda come up close
behind my right side, pressing one of her bare breasts
into my back. She lifted her right hand high and made a
fist, then drove it down into my balls. I grimaced and
let out a yell as I jumped back from the table, but
somehow it wasn't as painful as I'd expected. My balls
were throbbing badly, but I hadn't been driven to my
knees.
After I rested for a few minutes and got my breath
back, it was Angela's turn. As I held my balls on the
table top once again as Angela came up behind me. She
repeated what Amanda had done, making a fist and
slamming it into my balls. But with a difference. She
hit me harder, a lot harder. Amanda gasped, holding her
hands over her mouth as I shrieked and cupped my balls
in abject misery. They were aching very badly now, but
I was not in the total agony I thought a blow like that
would produce. I was surprised, actually. I was really
hurting, no question, but I'd figured a hit that hard
would have incapacitated me.
Amanda said they wanted to do it again, but this time
with my balls vertical instead, my right nut stacked
atop my left. When I looked at my sister I noticed that
she was breathing faster and her voice sounded a bit
husky. This time it was a little harder to do, but once
I had myself in position, Amanda stepped behind me
again. For some reason, I could tell (or hope) that she
wasn't going to hit me quite as hard as Angela. Thwack!
Down came her little fist again, banging hard into my
unprotected nuts. The hit may not have been as hard,
but I let out a scream and fell to the floor in agony.
Tears were running from my eyes as I instinctively
cupped my aching balls, trying to protect against any
further pain, real or imagined.
Now there was pain, pain beyond anything I had ever
experienced. My balls must be much more sensitive in
this position was all I could reason. Fearful of the
damage she might have done, Amanda knelt down next to
me and looked carefully at my balls. They looked kind
of bloated and were turning purple, she said, but it
didn't look like any blood vessels had been broken.
After Angela decided that enough time had passed, she
told me to get back up and put my balls on the table
again. Seemingly oblivious to the pain she and Amanda
had already caused me, Angela laughingly suggested that
this time I put my left nut on top of my right to try
to spread the pain. I did as she said, but I was
beginning to worry because, even though I was actually
enjoying this in some strange way, I knew I was fast
approaching the limits of my pain tolerance, at least
for the moment. And I suspected (no, knew) that Angela
was going to hit me much harder than Amanda had.
When I was ready again, she came up behind me and
raised her fist high in the air. From there, it was
almost like watching in slow motion, or even a series
of still frame pictures. The second before Angela's
clenched fist began to descend come I looked at my
sister. Her face was flushing heavily, her eyes were
half closed. Her right hand was between her legs, her
thighs clenching tightly around her wrist. Her
breathing was shallow, coming in little gasps, like she
was leading up to something.
Behind me, Angela took in a long breath of air and
slowly released it. Her mouth was near my ear and I
heard her shriek, "you fuckin' goddamn bastard" a
second before her fist hammered hard into my exposed
left nut, which in turn instantly crushed my right nut
below it. The pain in that first instant was more than
I can describe, almost blinding. The kind where color
explodes in front of your eyes. I let out a horrific,
high decibel banshee scream and fell to the floor like
a sack of potatoes, cupping my balls between my legs as
I pulled my body into a tight fetal position. The pain
seemed to radiate in waves from my groin to every part
of my body and was so intense that I was afraid I was
going to puke. I felt like the breath had been knocked
completely out of me and all I could do was rock back
and forth on the floor, trying desperately to get my
wind back and dissipate the pain in my bashed nuts. I
prayed (seriously this time) that no permanent damage
had been done. (And that the neighbors hadn't called
the police.)
Ever so slowly, the pain began to lessen - from
blinding, to intense, to severe, to a dull ache.
Gradually, my senses began to return to some kind of
normalcy. My cock was listless after these attacks, of
course, but the effect on the girls had been just the
opposite. They were still topless and I could see that
the tips of their breast were puffy and drawn up, the
nipples rock hard. My nose picked up the faint odor of
what smelled like pussy juice and when I looked up from
my position on the floor I could see why. Both girls
had large, damp stains on the fronts and crotches of
their bikini bottoms. Of the two, Angela's bottom
seemed to have the larger wet spot; she had obviously
gotten so aroused by causing me pain that her pussy had
lubricated heavily.
After what seemed like forever, the girls gently rolled
me over on the floor, spread my legs and put an ice
pack gently against my balls to help stop the swelling
and reduce the pain. After about a half hour I was able
to stand once again, but it took some doing and I felt
wobbly as hell for a minute or two. I suddenly realized
I needed to pee and walked rather bow-legged to the
bathroom. I was thankful not to see any blood in my
urine.
An hour later, we had all gotten dressed (the girls
changed from their sits) and were sitting around the
table discussing what had happened. I'd definitely
found out how much ball pain I could take and that, if
my experience meant anything, it seemed to matter which
way your balls were hit. Without a trace of
embarrassment, the girls revealed that they had each
gotten very turned on by the whole thing, so much so
that they had each orgasmed when the last blow was
delivered. I could remember seeing Amanda, so that
didn't come as a total surprise. For some reason, that
admission made my cock begin to quickly stiffen again.
Of course they both noticed immediately and pointed at
me, giggling and joking in their catty sort of way.
While they expressed thankfulness that they hadn't
permanently injured me, I'm not sure how honest they
were being. Nor could I figure out my own reaction to
the whole thing.
After we talked a while longer, Angela suddenly stood
up and asked me to do the same. "Oh, you already are,"
she smirked, making reference to the still bulging tent
in my shorts. To my amazement, she pulled off her top
and undid her bra, once again revealing her wondrous
tits to me. She reached out and grabbed me by the hair,
pulled my head to her chest and told me to suck her
breasts - now. So I did, sinking my face into her soft,
warm flesh, licking and suckling each nipple in turn
like a hungry baby.
Maybe this turned her on, I never knew with Angela, but
after a few minutes she dropped to her knees in front
of me. "Let's see if it still works," she said bluntly
as she unzipped my shorts, pulled out my aching cock
and began gently sucking on it. Now, Angela would never
have given me the time of day before tonight, let alone
a blowjob, but I couldn't mistake what I was seeing.
Here she was, kneeling in front of me, head bobbing up
and down, slobbering all over my stiff dick.
Amanda just sat and watched her best friend suckle my
cock, her eyes and mouth wide open, not quite believing
what she was seeing. Angela sure knew her stuff, I have
to say. She was able to take almost all of my cock deep
into her warm, sucking mouth. Then, when she sensed I
was close to cumming, she thrust her head forward so my
cock was completely swallowed. I could feel the
sensitive head pressing tightly against the muscles in
her throat and when I looked down I saw her nose flat
against my pubic hair.
All the sensations seemed to hit me at once and I lost
it, my still sore nuts totally erupting, unloading
massive wads of hot, sticky semen deep into her sucking
mouth. I still can't believe how hard I came. It was
the most intense, knee buckling orgasm of my life. I
felt like everything inside of me had melted to liquid
and was being pulled out of my body through a tiny
opening at the end of my cock in a series of violent,
convulsive spasms. She swallowed it all though, never
missing a beat, licking, slurping and milking me until
I was so totally drained that I collapsed back onto my
chair in a heap.
I was so zoned out that I didn't even remember Angela
walking away, but a sort time later she reappeared from
the direction of the bedroom holding two fancy dual
vibrator / dildo devices. She smiled down at me and
said that she and Amanda were going to use it to
satisfy themselves. I glanced at Amanda for a moment
thinking she might be a bit put out, but she just
grinned at me. Then she stuck out her pink tongue and
ran it slowly around her mouth, wetting her full, pouty
lips, which she then pursed together, blowing me a
sweet kiss.
At this point I suppose I should have been ready for
anything, but my surprise must have shown because
Angela bent over and slipped her arm around my
shoulder. "I'm sorry, Tommy, and I hope you'll
understand," she cooed, her voice dripping with faux-
sweetness. "But this is just between us girls. The two
of us have just *got* to work off some tension. We
might let you watch us some time, though...if you're
nice," she giggled. The two of them walked hand in hand
toward the bedroom, stopping once to turn and smile
back at me.
Well, the 'real' Angela was back, I thought; I could
hear it in the catty, 'you're really beneath me' tone
of her voice. It grated on me, to be honest, but there
wasn't anything I could do. I couldn't feel entirely
bad though; for me, part of her 'attitude' problem had
been offset by the fact that I'd just used her
sometimes bitchy mouth as a trash receptacle for a big
wad of my ball scum. In some way, this helped even
things up for me.
It was only a few minutes before I began to hear the
sound of vibrators buzzing, followed shortly thereafter
by feminine, high pitched sighs and groans. My mind was
whirling with images and, despite everything I'd been
through, I felt my cock get hard in record time. I
could almost picture Angela and my sister lying naked
on the bed, side by side, their legs spread wide, doing
god only knows what. My curiosity (and horniness)
quickly got the better of me. I'd never had the
opportunity to be an audio voyeur and I wasn't about to
pass up this one, so I jumped off the chair and quietly
took up a position outside the bedroom door.
Inside, I could clearly hear Amanda's old bed
straining, its creaking noises increasing in speed
along with the girls' arousal level. Soon there were
more blatant sounds of females in heat; panting,
grunting, and loud shrieking, along with all manner of
crude, foul language screamed so loudly that it could
have been heard easily through the apartment's thin
walls. It seemed everything that had happened tonight
really turned them into animals. By this time I had my
cock out and was pumping it slowly, trying to keep a
steady rhythm with the sounds coming from the bedroom.
That I'd already cum once that night made things a bit
easier to control. I also tried to keep my breathing
steady and quiet, because I knew Amanda's bed was
fairly close to the door.
They carried on for at least a half hour, their cries
waxing and waning, and I didn't miss any of it. I was
amazed by their sexual capacity and staying power,
though I shouldn't have been. Eventually, they seemed
to reach a crescendo, a female grand finale. I don't
know if they planned it that way, but everything
suddenly became more frantic, their squealing, their
panting, the creaking of the bed, all of it punctuated
by a seemingly endless string of, 'oh, gods,' 'oh, my
gods,' and 'yes, yes, yeses.' I must have been more in
time with them than I realized, because I lost it at
almost the same moment, spraying another huge load of
cum, most of which landed on the carpet in front of the
bedroom door. A little bit of it made it as far as the
bottom of the door itself.
Suddenly, there was silence from the bedroom and I
panicked, tip-toeing back to the couch (for comfort) as
quickly and quietly as I could. I wanted desperately to
clean up the mess I had made, but I wasn't sure when
they might open the door, and I sure as hell didn't
want to get caught. They might decide to use my nuts
for a punching bag again. Worse still, maybe I'd let
them! So, I decided to take my chances and stay on the
couch. I thought I heard the sounds of the shower
running and then dresser drawers opening and closing in
the bedroom. When the girls finally reappeared, and it
was damn fast, they had cleaned up, changed outfits yet
again and were ready to go out for a drink. They seemed
in a hurry and I was not invited.
As the three of us stood talking near the apartment
door, Angela looked at me with her little smirk. "I see
you enjoyed listening to our little show tonight,
Tommy. By the way, there's some paper towel in the
kitchen." She didn't say anymore, but she didn't have
to, I knew my little 'mess' had been discovered. Part
of me felt stupid, like a naughty little school boy
caught doing something he shouldn't. The other part
wanted to grab her by the hair, force her face into the
carpet and tell her to clean it up with her tongue. She
certainly knew how.
Then, without warning, she reached between my legs and
placed her small hand on my crotch and rubbed it
lightly. "I really want to thank you, Tommy" she said,
smilingly like she actually meant it. I looked at her
but said nothing. As always, there was something in her
voice I didn't quite ring true. "For, oh, I don't know,
let's say for helping me work off some of my....my,"
she paused for a moment. "Anger and hostility."
As she said those last two words she tightened her hand
on my crotch and squeezed lightly. I winced, more as a
reflex action than from any pain, but almost
immediately afterward something totally unexpected
happened. I started to feel a tingle and a strong rush
of warmth in the area where her hand had been. I could
hardly believe it, but there was no denying the
familiar sensation. I could feel my cock becoming erect
again, although more slowly this time. Luckily, the
girls had turned away and were headed out the door.
Or at least Amanda was. I was just starting to close
the door when Angela slipped back in. She walked up to
me, reached up and gently pulled my head down until her
mouth was just touching my ear.
"Tommy, honey,' she breathed. "You really need to go
back and check the bedroom. It got really raunchy in
there, even for us, and we juiced so much that we left
two big wet spots on the sheet, one next to the other."
I could feel the tip of her tongue lightly caress my
ear. "If you hurry, they might still be a little warm.
Amanda made the one nearest the door, by the way. It's
a little bigger than mine." She pulled her head back so
she was looking at me. "That's just in case you want to
find out what your sweet little sister's pussy smells
and tastes like." Then she kissed me on the cheek and
was out the door and gone.
No sooner had they left than I locked the door behind
them and walked straight into the bedroom, the scene of
all the nasty action. The room was a little stuffy and
damp (from the shower that was attached to the
bedroom), and the musky scent of aroused female still
hung heavily in the air. Despite the sense that I had
Angela's permission, and by extension Amanda's, to be
in here, I still felt like a world class pervert, like
my presence was somehow violating a sacrosanct chamber,
a female holy of holies.
I had been in her bedroom on occasion before, but
Amanda was always around, so this time, in these
circumstances, the whole thing made me strange and
uneasy. But it didn't stop me. And Angela hadn't lied
either. I found everything was exactly the way she had
said it would be - right down to all the smells and
tastes. Less than five minutes later I had my third,
massive nut busting orgasm of the night This time I
made it to the bathroom, however. As penance for my
imagined trespass, I cleaned up the mess I'd left on
the carpet and door.
When Amanda returned late that night (actually early
the next morning), we talked for awhile. She told me
that Angela wanted badly to have another ball bashing
session. She hastened to add that it wouldn't be till
next month, presumably to give me some time to heal,
though she didn't say so. Although I was very much up
for it, I quickly realized that I might have some
leverage in this situation, so I told her I wasn't at
all sure and would have to think about it. After all, I
reminded her, I'd been hurt pretty badly.
Amanda rested her hand gently on mine and said she
sympathized with me, that the pain must have been
awful. I decided to keep quiet and see if she might up
the ante. Amanda looked past me, her eyes focused on
the far wall of the kitchen. Then she said that, if
there were a next time, she and Angela might be willing
to let me watch them use their sex toys. As in up close
and personal. I decided I was enjoying this bargaining
by silence. When I made no response, she played her
trump card. She tightened her hold on my hand and when
she looked back at me her eyes seemed to be shining
again.
"And Tommy, when we get really, really turned on, you
know, all worked up like we were tonight, *anything* is
liable to happen," she said, her voice low and steady.
Now she smiled, showing perfect white teeth. "Oh, and
one other thing. Angela said it would be, like, really
hot to watch you jack off for us."
It was a done deal for me, but I was very careful not
to let on. Again I was noncommittal, telling her I'd
have to think about it, but even as I said it I could
feel myself getting another rock hard erection, along
with an overpowering need to empty the contents of my
nuts yet again. I asked Amanda if I could use her
bathroom. That's all for now.
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